Conversation with #ussatlantis at 30-Nov-11 20:56:04 on (irc)

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(20:56:04) ChanServ has changed the topic to: Our plainclothes infiltration team has arrived on Bartanis's world aboard hired transports, and should be making their way toward the rendezvous point from the spaceport. Meanwhile, Atlantis, Discovery, and Hemingway wait out of the system for the operation to begin.'
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(20:57:11) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@209.181.hww.ww] entered the room.
(20:57:43) DrRoxanneCarre: *noming*
(20:57:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(20:58:04) DrRoxanneCarre: Hi dere
(20:58:12) DrRoxanneCarre: I r eatin
(20:59:32) VAdmBlackthorne: I gathered!
(21:00:51) LtTav [] entered the room.
(21:01:28) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(21:01:28) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:01:31) LtTav: Yay! We have our doctor back.
(21:01:36) CdrTKirr: Aand here I am
(21:01:38) ColDougMcKnight: Sweet.
(21:01:42) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(21:01:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Hello all!
(21:01:49) CdrTKirr: Pidgin installed and logged in, four minutes. ^_^
(21:02:39) LtTav: This is so weird! Here I am, on Liz's computer (now mine, soon to say goodbye to Windoze forever!) and she is on a new one in the next room
(21:03:09) CdrTKirr: Yay.
(21:03:17) CdrTKirr is now known as TKirr
(21:03:48) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:03:53) LtTav: Stand by, I am going to read the log on the site, since I can right now, since I have a computer that's not stuck in Safe Mode with < 640x480
(21:05:15) TKirr is now known as Cdr
(21:05:26) Cdr is now known as CdrTKirr
(21:05:27) VAdmBlackthorne: The Commander formerly known as TKirr?
(21:05:28) CdrTKirr: Ahem.
(21:05:35) CdrTKirr: Just trying things
(21:08:55) LtTav: Mister Vice Admiral? Are you an alcoholic?
(21:09:15) VAdmBlackthorne: No.
(21:09:30) LtCmdrBusard: (yes)
(21:09:33) LtCmdrBusard: :-P
(21:09:44) LtTav: My mommy thinks your a alcoholic.
(21:10:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Just set yourself up for a your mom joke already!
(21:10:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway, let's get going!
(21:12:05) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:12:11) LtTav: ( cough, whistle, cough )
(21:12:17) LtTav: :: crisply AA ::
(21:12:33) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:12:55) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(21:12:59) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Commander Busard has just disabled the transport's comm system as Bartanis's goon found himself in dire straits when entering the clothing store to shake down the owner. The ambush on the transport is imminent.
(21:13:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:13:28) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:13:48) ColDougMcKnight: Nope.
(21:14:00) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:01) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:02) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: at Atlantis's helm, waiting for the signal ::
(21:14:28) CdrHarper: :: Sitting in Boudica's cockpit, waiting for the signal ::
(21:15:07) LtTav: :: looks around at the other Mustangs from the Mescalero ::
(21:15:59) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: drums on her Mustang console impatiently ::
(21:16:32) ColDougMcKnight: :: Again, into the comm badge that had been hidden in the inside of his jacket:: +Snipers+ Comm's dark. Light 'em up.
(21:18:07) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Within moments, the two men who'd taken up positions on the upper floor of a building across the street open fire on the soldiers fanning out from the transport to watch the front of the store. After the first one drops, they quickly attempt to take cover behind the transport to return fire...
(21:18:32) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Only to come under fire from the marine stationed on the second story of THIS building!
(21:19:32) RonGerard [] entered the room.
(21:19:46) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries to not be distracted by the hideous clothing as she peruses for WMD ::
(21:19:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: shooting out the window of the clothing store with dispassionate precision ::
(21:20:07) RonGerard: :: Grins at the poor bastard in the beret. :: I know, there are shit jobs, and there are shit jobs.
(21:20:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Now-Not-So-Smug-Bastard-in-a-Beret> :: raises hands :: You got that right.
(21:21:05) RonGerard: Maybe it's just time to call it a night.
(21:21:16) RonGerard: :: Drops him with a phaser shot to the center mass. ::
(21:21:30) VAdmBlackthorne: NNSSBiaB> :: drops ::
(21:21:36) CdrTKirr left the room (quit: Read error: Connection reset by peer).
(21:21:43) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(21:21:46) RonGerard: Okay! My Syvek, if you'll continue providing cover fire, everyone else, with me!
(21:21:49) LtTav1 [] entered the room.
(21:21:55) VAdmBlackthorne: (WB y'all)
(21:22:06) RonGerard: :: And by "with me" he means charging out the front door to charge the transport itself. ::
(21:22:08) LtTav1: (That was cute)
(21:22:25) LtTav1 is now known as LtJorvanTav
(21:22:35) LtKuari [] entered the room.
(21:22:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: continues providing cover fire ::
(21:23:05) DrRoxanneCarre: :: is totally not even thinking of trying to patch people up, wait for a couple more test people to follow-the-leader, then scampers after them ::
(21:23:15) DrRoxanneCarre: *waits
(21:24:07) CdrTKirr: (Protect your healer!)
(21:24:37) DrRoxanneCarre: (<3)
(21:24:51) LtTav left the room (quit: Ping timeout: 240 seconds).
(21:24:58) LtJorvanTav is now known as LtTav
(21:26:03) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters to herself about being this close to the 'action' ::
(21:26:43) RonGerard: :: Having been closer to the door and therefore in a position to lead the charge, Doug is treated to a nasty surprise when a panicked goon who'd managed to huddle inside the protection of the great transport vehicle pops out and takes a shot. Fortunately, the bastard is too jittery to take the time to line up the shot right, and it goes wide.::
(21:27:02) ColDougMcKnight: ( the correct name to finish up!)
(21:27:53) LtKuari: :: carries a large serving bowl of plant-based proteins to the window of the forward lounge and plops it on the floor, then sits along the bulkhead and looks out in thought ::
(21:28:48) ColDougMcKnight: :: Doug's answering phase pistol shot does NOT go wide. Sadly, he can't stop, so he just has to hope that miss didn't nail anyone coming in behind him. And rush on through the side entry hatch, beginning the sweep of the cramped quarters. ::
(21:29:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: Brings up the rear when he finds no more goons to kill ::
(21:29:25) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hears a LARGE bug wizz by her ear ::
(21:29:25) CdrHarper: :: meticulously checking Boudica's systems with the spare time :
(21:30:37) LtKuari: (meant to specify carried bowl in her mouth)
(21:31:26) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks over at T'Kirr ::
(21:32:14) CdrTKirr: :: feels his eyes on her and looks up from her scans ::
(21:32:23) LtCmdrBusard: :: Distracts herself from worrying about certain people when it comes time to make the "check-in" to the bosses. After making several adjustments, the following message comes through: ::
(21:32:53) LtCmdrBusard: Digital Goon> First stop successful. Moving on as planned.
(21:34:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: checking the goons on the ground for signs of life ::
(21:34:41) LtTav: :: with weapons cold, checks his targeting computer by targeting all the other Mustangs that he can from where he is ::
(21:35:43) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checking herself for any biological seepage and finding no harm to herself, eyes the rest of the team for tell-tale blood tracks ::
(21:36:25) ColDougMcKnight: :: Fortunately, he comes in fast enough that the driver is still fumbling to bring some kind of energy shotgun to bear as Doug gets to him. Shotgun barrel shoved aside, the blast scorches the inside bulkhead, but that's it. And a couple pistol whips later, the transport is theirs! Woo! :: All clear! Anybody hurt?
(21:36:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: looks inside :: All clear outside.
(21:37:04) DrRoxanneCarre: It appears that we are all in one piece Mr. Gerard.
(21:37:14) CdrHarper: :: targets Spots back, if the Boudica could stick out her tongue it would ::
(21:38:03) RonGerard: :: Nods in satisfaction. :: Good. Damn good work, people. Let's get these bodies out of the street real quick, then we'll be off!
(21:38:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: exits and drags people into the alleys ::
(21:39:31) VAdmBlackthorne: :: just gives a half smile and looks back at his console, rather liking the two of them up front at helm and ops ::
(21:41:18) LtTav: :: with the Boudica being the only ship that is playing along, not to mention the easiest to target, Tav runs through a few of the other ships and settles his target on Harper ::
(21:41:31) LtTav: :: gives a coy smile ::
(21:41:31) ColDougMcKnight: :: Takes a pirate enforcer himself, and drags him inside the clothing outfitter, after which he hands the shopkeep a credit chit from his jacket. :: As agreed. Nice working with you, sir.
(21:41:55) RonGerard: (^ Whatever. You all know I suck at this by now.)
(21:42:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: having cleared the rest of the bodies, he enters the transport ::
(21:42:29) CdrTKirr: :: returns her eyes to her own console, in a rare mood to fill the silence :: Sharks ready and waiting.
(21:42:35) RonGerard: :: Rushes out and into the transport. :: Okay, we're moving! Everybody pile in!
(21:42:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Are you alright, doctor?
(21:42:50) RonGerard: +Atlantis+ Ian, can you hear me up there?
(21:42:53) VAdmBlackthorne: And eager, I imagine.
(21:43:03) VAdmBlackthorne: +Gerard+ Loud and clear, Ron.
(21:43:14) CdrTKirr: :: gives a nod of agreement :: I imagine so.
(21:43:20) DrRoxanneCarre: :: glares at Syvek :: Oh sure, I'm all into this dodging bullets and killing people stuff.
(21:43:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: remembers sitting in the cockpit, waiting for the go for launch signal ::
(21:43:46) LtCmdrBusard: ::Takes her equipment and heads for the transport::
(21:43:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> I imagine not, which is why I asked. :: sits down next to her ::
(21:44:00) LtCmdrBusard: As far as their bosses know, they're still on route.
(21:44:13) DrRoxanneCarre: Well at least theres been no one needing medical care yet.
(21:44:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Fortunate.
(21:44:38) RonGerard: +Blackthorne+ Fantastic. We've got our wheels and will be "continuing our collection route" imminently. Make some noise, Six Gun.
(21:45:27) VAdmBlackthorne: +Gerard+ Roger that, noise incoming. Atlantis out.
(21:45:43) CdrTKirr: :: gets a security notice popup on her screen :: Apparently so much that they're prompted to target their computers on each other.
(21:45:59) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide (Discovery, Hemingway+ We have our signal. Warp nine, execute!
(21:46:06) CdrTKirr: (OH right, you're... talking.)
(21:46:35) VAdmBlackthorne: :: course already set, he slams Atlantis to warp nine ::
(21:46:54) CdrTKirr: :: gets busy with new readings flying in ::
(21:47:05) CdrHarper: :: feels the ship jump to warp :: +Sharks+ Stand by, any minute now! We were not that far out from the target.
(21:47:14) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls her seatbelt a little tighter :: Man I hate this crap.
(21:47:25) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ Roger.
(21:47:31) LtTav: :: feels Atlantis go to warp and looks forward to his mission ::
(21:47:41) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Discovery and Hemingway follow suit.
(21:47:54) CdrTKirr: :: monitors fleet ::
(21:48:02) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Once everybody's aboard, the transport pulls out...and actually DOES continue more or less the course it's supposed to. Until the ships create their emergency for them, they don't want anything to be observably out of the ordinary.
(21:48:16) LtCmdrBusard: Syd>+Standin' by.
(21:48:18) LtTav: :: removes his weapons lock from Harper, and prepares mentally for action ::
(21:48:31) CdrTKirr: Discovery and Hemingway keeping up. You must be slipping.
(21:48:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smirks :: Wouldn't want to outrun our allies.
(21:48:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pats the console ::
(21:49:03) ColDougMcKnight: :: Sitting back in his seat. :: Hate to tell you, doc, but this is the relaxing part.
(21:50:29) DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes a mental note to have McKnight observe next time she's in a bloody surgery :: I'm sure we have differing ideas of relaxation.
(21:51:07) ColDougMcKnight: I will acknowledge that possibility. But for right now, nobody's shooting at us, so...
(21:51:58) DrRoxanneCarre: Its not the shooting so much as the hitting I dislike.
(21:52:15) LtCmdrBusard: I am not a fan of the shooting.
(21:52:32) LtCmdrBusard: :: recalls the loss of several bodily organs to shooting:: Stupid disruptors...
(21:52:49) DrRoxanneCarre: Yeah, you can say that again!
(21:53:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> It is always regrettable to take a life, but if it must be done in the line of duty then it must be done.
(21:53:13) ColDougMcKnight: Heh, fair enough. Well, both of you just keep your heads down when we get inside. You'll be at the center of the formation, and that means as safe as it gets on this one.
(21:53:41) ColDougMcKnight: :: Strategically rests his head against the wall and shuts his eyes rather than clarify how little that might potentially mean. ::
(21:53:43) DrRoxanneCarre: :: thinks to herself 'center = target', shudders ::
(21:54:40) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pats the doctor on the back::
(21:55:08) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(21:55:23) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:55:58) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The three ships drop out of warp just outside of the range of the planetary defenses.
(21:56:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Red alert! All hands to battlestations!
(21:57:28) CdrTKirr: :: quickly finds the battle coordinates and feeds it to conn ::
(21:59:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Launch Mustangs.
(21:59:43) CdrTKirr: +Harper+ T'Kirr to Commander Harper, launch Mustangs.
(22:00:30) CdrHarper: +T'Kirr+ Acknowledged! +Sharks+ We have a green light, launch! Your first targets are the defense satellites!
(22:00:47) CdrHarper: :: lifts off the deck and shoots out the bay ::
(22:01:33) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: bounces in her seat, anticipating an outlet for her bout of energy and finds way into space ::
(22:01:35) LtTav: :: activates Mescalero's engines for the first time for the reasons she was created and screams out of the bay, headed straight toward the first defense satellite he sees that he doesn't think someone else is headed for :: +Sharks+ Aye, Commander ::
(22:02:49) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> +Sharks+ Yes, ma'am! :: launches, and once out in space, spirals towards her first target. As soon as she's in firing range, she starts shooting minitorps in a tight cluster:: Yeeehaw!
(22:02:54) CdrTKirr: Sharks engaging orbital defense grid.
(22:02:55) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> We've obviously kicked the hornet's nest. Eleven smaller pirate ships converge on us as they leave from an orbital station ::
(22:03:50) LtTav: :: having destroyed his first satellite, circles around for his next ::
(22:04:00) CdrTKirr: Orbital station going active. It's sending a fleet of fighters to meet the Sharks.
(22:04:22) CdrHarper: (Those aren't fighters, they just aren't as big as us)
(22:04:36) CdrTKirr: (Aren't as big as fighters?)
(22:04:51) CdrHarper: :: swoops in on a satellite, dives out of the way as it fires an AI-guided torpedo :: +Sharks+ Watch yourselves, they have guided torpedos!
(22:05:07) CdrHarper: (As our capital ships)
(22:05:15) CdrTKirr: (Ah okay, that makes more sense)
(22:06:08) CdrTKirr: +Harper+ Atlantis to Sharks, you've got a fleet of light ships headed your way.
(22:06:17) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The pirate ships ignore the Sharks and converge on our flotilla.
(22:06:48) CdrHarper: +Atlantis+ Negative Atlantis, they are after you.
(22:07:15) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: dodges a satellite, taking shots at it until it explodes and flies away ::
(22:07:34) CdrTKirr: (*sigh*)
(22:08:16) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleet+ Stand by quantum torpedoes.
(22:08:18) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries to not ask 'are we there yet' ::
(22:08:24) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hopes Hemingway has quantum torps ::
(22:08:24) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Scowls at his tactical readout back at his HQ:: I don't know what pisses me off more. That those Fed fucks are coming at me, or that they think they're going to get the job done with three damn ships. That's just insulting!
(22:09:21) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Looks to a technician :: Launch all the drone fighters. And have those ion cannons ready to open up the second any of those ships are stupid enough to get in range.
(22:09:22) CdrHarper: :: pops up out of the mess to get an overview, then dives back in on a satellite ::
(22:10:24) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: And last of all, he gets on his own comm :: All forces, this is Bartanis! We're under attack by Starfleet forces! Everyone get back to base for new orders!
(22:10:30) LtTav: :: spirals around a satellite's defensive torpedo, and quickly strikes, hitting its power source, causing an explosion slightly larger than the other satellites he's hit so far ::
(22:10:59) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as they come in range ;: +Fleet+ Fire quantums, full spread!
(22:12:25) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks up at her comm grid equipment, and then starts furiously typing away, which results in the following message:: Yes sir, returning to base ASAP!
(22:12:33) LtKuari: :: stands by to respond ::
(22:12:41) RonGerard: :: Hemingway totally has quantums. ::
(22:12:47) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A withering hail of quantum torpedoes strikes the pirate ships, destroying the lead two before they can get in range with their less sophisticated weaponry.
(22:13:00) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleet+ Break formation!
(22:13:30) VAdmBlackthorne: :: jams Atlantis to full impulse and climbs ::
(22:14:42) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> :: Discovery charges forward, Hemingway dives, and Atlantis climbs, resulting in an all-out brawl ::
(22:14:43) RonGerard: :: Grinning from the driver's seat. :: You heard the lady! Hold on, never tried a U turn in an APC before!
(22:15:32) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A wave of drone fighters rises from the planet's atmosphere and shoots toward the Sharks.
(22:16:01) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Sharks, Firefly, heads up, toasters inbound!
(22:16:22) RonGerard: Bartanis> +Fleet+ Don't try going toe to toe with them out there, you idiots! Draw them in closer to the defense grid! Let the satellites' beam cannons make up the firepower difference!
(22:17:00) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> :: dives after a guided torpedo attempts to lock on, and flies in a neat circle so that she is heading directly on a collision course with the satellite. Calculating her timing to the millisecond, she breathes out, considering if now is time to return to the Prophets, before braking and diving at the last second, sending the torp directly into its own
(22:17:19) LtCmdrBusard: satellite.:: +Sharks+ Toasters? Damn I hate those things!
(22:18:05) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: ditches her newbie targets and banks towards the new threat :: +Sharks+ Hopefully they're higher than Level One?
(22:18:17) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another two ships are cut to pieces by the firepower of three capital ships before they get the idea.
(22:18:20) LtTav: :: hammers the throttle and spins around toward the planet to take in the drones and mutters under his breath :: Beautiful... :: knocks his phasers up a couple settings ::
(22:18:25) RonGerard: ACTION> The transport manages to get turned around without killing anyone, within or without, by some miracle. Soon enough, it's making its way back toward Bartanis' base at full speed, its driver mindful that the sooner they can infiltrate the compound, the more likely their ships can pull back from orbit before getting demolished.
(22:18:57) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The seven remaining pirate ships retreat into the range of the satellite grid.
(22:21:10) CdrHarper: :: charges the wave of toasters with the rest of the Sharks, phasers blazing as she bobs and weaves ::
(22:21:30) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Follow them in. Keep your shields up, here's the beating we discussed taking.
(22:22:21) VAdmBlackthorne: All available power to shields. :: as he chases the pirates in ::
(22:24:01) LtKuari: :: cocks her head, listening to the unique sounds Atlantis makes while charging into battle ::
(22:24:36) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The satellites still in operation open fire on our fleet.
(22:25:01) CdrHarper: :: drops in behind a toaster and melts it, then goes after another ::
(22:26:23) RonGerard: Bartanis> :: Looks over his display, then focuses in on one particular spot of the battle in particular with a smile...right where the fighters have done the most damage to the defense grid. Still formidable as all hell, but...+Fleet+ All ships, begin making your way toward the coordinates I'm transmitting now.
(22:27:36) RonGerard: Bartanis> ::Turns to his technician:: Program a new targeting solution. As soon as any of the Federation ships drops into the eye of the storm...blanket them with fire.
(22:28:19) LtTav: :: quickly stalks toaster after toaster ::
(22:28:58) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: chases down a drone tailing another Shark then rolls back to fire at the one chasing her ::
(22:29:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes that the pirate ships still seem to be fighting a retreating battle, even though they're in range of the grid ::
(22:29:12) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> :: pulls into formation behind Harper to cover her tail, keeping her undistracted::
(22:29:59) CdrHarper: :: notes her usual wingman on her six with satisfaction ::
(22:30:23) RonGerard: ACTION> And as the battle rages in orbit, the transport finally comes screaming into the HQ compound.
(22:30:25) VAdmBlackthorne: They're retreating toward... the weakest part of the grid? That makes no sense.
(22:31:42) RonGerard: Random tactical guy> They could be worried about friendly fire, sir? Or maybe they're massing firepower there to plug the hole the Sharks have made in the grid coverage?
(22:32:03) CdrTKirr: :: gets a warning vibe from Blackthorne and directs her attention toward the pirate ships ::
(22:32:14) VAdmBlackthorne: It feels like a trap to me.
(22:32:44) LtTav: :: scurries from toaster to toaster, and for the first time takes a shot from one of the toasters. He rolls to port to confront his attacker and quickly deals with the pest ::
(22:32:49) RonGerard: Okay, that looks like a door!
(22:32:52) CdrTKirr: :: frowns :: I'm finding no indication on sensors.
(22:33:14) CdrHarper: :: cutting a swathe of mechanical destruction with Crazy Horse backing her up ::
(22:33:24) RonGerard: :: Comes screeching to a halt beside the door, to the consternation of an irate pirate on guard duty. ::
(22:33:42) RonGerard: Guard> Hey, fuck suck! Where's you learn to drive, asshole?
(22:34:29) RonGerard: :: Pushes the armored driver's side door open and blasts him point blank with his phaser. :: I, uh...didn't. Okay! Everybody out!
(22:34:46) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Stay back, don't follow them in.
(22:35:11) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, give me everything to engines and shields.
(22:35:46) CdrTKirr: :: nods and redirects power ::
(22:36:05) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: programming in a parabolic dive through the area that will hopefully get Atlantis out of the way of any planetary weapons, and if they're even luckier, put a pirate ship or two behind them when it fires ::
(22:36:28) RonGerard: Technician> They're not buying it, sir.
(22:36:39) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks at her and then back to the console, dives into the "target area" at full impulse ::
(22:36:43) RonGerard: Bartanis> Dammit. Are they in range of the ion cannons?
(22:36:51) RonGerard: Technician> Yes, sir.
(22:37:06) CdrHarper: :: comes back around to a satellite and creams it while it was shooting Atlantis ::
(22:37:23) RonGerard: Bartanis> ::Shrugs:: Fuck it. Reset targeting parameters to default, and open up with everything we've got before that changes.
(22:37:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: unloads from the transport, rifle at the ready ::
(22:38:14) RonGerard: ACTION> It doesn't take long, and a few moments later, in addition to the heavy beam weapons pounding the Federation flotilla, they suddenly come under fire from a dozen high energy ion cannons!
(22:38:42) VAdmBlackthorne: That's the trap! :: as Atlantis rocks from a few direct hits ::
(22:39:04) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Fall back, just outside the range of the cannons!
(22:39:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as Atlantis destroys another pirate ship on the dive through the target area ::
(22:40:11) CdrTKirr: :: focuses her attention on tracking incoming fire direction so shields can be faced ::
(22:40:15) CdrHarper: ::pulls a hard loop as a drone tries to get behind both her and Crazy Horse ::
(22:40:19) ColDougMcKnight: :: Helps Syvek watch the door as a rear guard as Gerard leads the rest of the group into the compound. ::
(22:40:49) DrRoxanneCarre: :: runs in the middle of the pack, thinking small ::
(22:42:27) RonGerard: :: Consulting a PADD he brought with him. :: Okay, comm traffic indicates the main transmitter should be...this way! Move fast, stay sharp. I doubt Ian can hold out up there much longer!
(22:42:31) LtCmdrBusard: :: Does similar, and in case that fails, she starts programming one of her gadgets into a short-range taser field. She had a phaser, but one could never be too careful::
(22:42:46) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Our three ships take a pounding from the ion cannons,but manage to retreat from their range with shields intact.
(22:43:04) DrRoxanneCarre: :: turns on her specially programmed medi-corder looking for WMD ::
(22:44:06) CdrHarper: :: All three fighters are now in a death spiral, trying to gain on each other as they loop, but the Mustangs are superior and she gains a tighter turn, leading the drone enough to pick it off ::
(22:44:26) DrRoxanneCarre: Hey Percy, next time someone comes up with a scheme like this, lets build in some time to reprogram some bots to 'sniff' out stuff!
(22:44:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Long range weaponry, look sharp.
(22:45:46) CdrTKirr: :: monitors systems, making sure ot recharge shields as quickly as possible ::
(22:46:24) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Our flotilla unleashes another barrage of quantum torpedos on the pirate fleet.
(22:47:19) DrRoxanneCarre: :: thinks she better cut out some of her chocolate rations ::
(22:49:10) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks to the Doc:: Yeah...that probably would have been a better idea.
(22:49:15) CdrHarper: :: goes back to busting toasters once the plucky one is gone ::
(22:49:31) VAdmBlackthorne: (Two minutes!)
(22:50:07) RonGerard: ACTION> This time, the pirate fleet weathers the assault much better. The remaining defense satellite unleash yet another swarm of microtorpedoes in response which, guided by their targeting AI, are precise enough to intercept the larger quantum spread, which explodes harmlessly in space.
(22:50:15) LtTav: :: loops down and back, and finds a new batch of toasters to chase and make into fireworks ::
(22:50:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Blast it. Our ground team needs to get that grid down soon.
(22:50:38) LtCmdrBusard: Ooh! Wait! Why would I forget I have this. :: Fumbles around in her bags and takes out a metallic wristband:: Remind me, I need to get Quinn to make you one of these. :: She slips on and then activates her personal shield::
(22:51:20) RonGerard: Bartanis> Take that, you smug bastards! Okay, not the mauling I was hoping for, but we send them packing! I want shuttles deployed now to ferry replacement batteries up, and...hey, who the fuck is that in the East Wing?
(22:51:33) DrRoxanneCarre: There are two humanoids in the building we are heading toward.
(22:51:51) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:51:52) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:51:55) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:01) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(22:52:02) LtTav: :: pauses ::
(22:52:07) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(22:52:19) LtCmdrBusard: :: paused::
(22:53:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely done, folks!
(22:53:55) DrRoxanneCarre: Who knew doctors were such pansies?
(22:54:02) LtTav: I did
(22:54:12) CdrTKirr: Hah
(22:54:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh snap.
(22:54:43) LtTav: So are high school biology teachers. Well, mine was.
(22:55:14) DrRoxanneCarre: Okay Mr. Poisions-himself-with-anti-toxin-serum.
(22:55:15) VAdmBlackthorne: The biology teacher in my high school was a large, angry, militant woman.
(22:55:20) CdrTKirr: They tend to pronounce their terms wrong. Like "axal node"...
(22:55:25) VAdmBlackthorne: This is why I never took her class.
(22:55:45) LtTav: Well, it would seem that tonight we have discussed the ENTIRE spectrum
(22:55:52) DrRoxanneCarre: *snerk*
(22:55:54) CdrTKirr: <3 Biology I just read the text book and ignored the teacher
(22:56:08) DrRoxanneCarre: *skipped biology*
(22:56:10) CdrTKirr: And laughed at him behind his back
(22:56:17) LtTav: I think we all did
(22:56:27) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh I lied!
(22:56:32) DrRoxanneCarre: I supplied the frogs!
(22:56:39) DrRoxanneCarre: Errr...the LIVE frogs.
(22:56:45) CdrTKirr: Something funny about the doctor skipping biology class
(22:56:47) LtTav: Does anyone know what someone has to be for T'Kirr to laugh at them behind their back? That's special, folks
(22:56:55) DrRoxanneCarre: Um...the short-lived frogs.
(22:57:08) CdrTKirr: Poor frogs.
(22:57:25) LtTav: I prefer what happens to frogs at Hogwartz.
(22:57:25) CdrTKirr: Prolly so scared you made them spontaneously change gender
(22:57:45) LtKuari: Change gender what
(22:57:51) LtKuari left the room.
(22:58:01) DrRoxanneCarre: Meh, they would have got squished on the road anyway.
(22:58:50) CdrTKirr: I'm sure each one remains firmly intact inside someone's memory, traumatizing or not
(22:59:24) CdrTKirr: I remember mine had a heart the size of a pea
(22:59:34) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh I'm sure I'm remembered as that 'ghoul girl who brought in the live frogs'
(22:59:47) CdrTKirr: "ghoul girl"?
(23:00:05) DrRoxanneCarre: Well I brought them in knowing they were going to cut them open.
(23:00:21) LtTav: Did you catch the frogs?
(23:00:30) DrRoxanneCarre: Yes
(23:00:34) CdrTKirr: Wow mine smelled like formaldehyde and didn't bleed.
(23:00:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, mine was very dead.
(23:00:55) LtTav: I thought the frogs all came vacuum packed
(23:01:05) CdrTKirr: Actually, I had to share with a partner and my partner wouldn't let me do anything. -_-
(23:01:24) LtTav: Your partner wasn't Pit, was it?
(23:01:31) CdrTKirr: You're thinking of the rats in "School Reunion." -_-
(23:01:42) DrRoxanneCarre: We did the formaldehyde ones and then the teacher did a couple of live ones so the students could see a live beating heart.
(23:01:45) CdrTKirr: And no, I didn't get the priviledge
(23:01:57) CdrTKirr: Wow.
(23:02:03) LtTav: That seems cruel
(23:02:07) CdrTKirr: That does...
(23:02:18) DrRoxanneCarre: Well yeah, NOW it does.
(23:02:24) CdrTKirr: Oh that's right, you're old
(23:02:26) LtTav: And that's coming from someone who doesn't really care if you kill an animal for education.
(23:02:40) DrRoxanneCarre: But you have to remember...I grew up in Montana.
(23:03:20) VAdmBlackthorne: It was a different time back then.
(23:03:26) DrRoxanneCarre: In a time when most household pets died of 'lead poisoning'.
(23:04:17) LtTav: It's like my problem with blowfish sashimi is not that the fish flesh is still moving when you eat it, it's the way you have to cut the fish apart still alive in order to do so without it being fatal to whoever eats it. Start with the tail, then some fins, etc, etc, etc...
(23:06:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Sooooooo
(23:06:49) VAdmBlackthorne: How about those Packers?! Huh? Huh?
(23:07:02) LtTav: At least give the fish a knife to attack back if you're gonna do that.
(23:07:13) LtTav: Hmm... Might be a logical flaw there...
(23:08:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Last I check, fish don't have thumbs. Or hands.
(23:08:25) LtTav: That sounds like a personal problem to me.
(23:08:26) DrRoxanneCarre: Night peoples, see you next week. Will the away team turn off the grid? Will they find the 'alleged' WMD? Will Carre cease whining? Stay tuned for the next exciting episode!
(23:08:39) DrRoxanneCarre: :: cue organ music ::
(23:08:57) LtTav: Dunh dunh dunh dunh! Dunh dunh dunh dunh! Dunh dunh! Dunh dunh!
(23:09:04) LtTav: Dunh dunh!
(23:09:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Carre.
(23:09:18) LtTav: Dunnnnnnh! Dunh dunh!
(23:09:19) VAdmBlackthorne: And you'll never cease whining.
(23:09:45) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(23:10:48) LtTav: Now I need to watch some Next Gen episodes that end in To Be Continued... just for the end music
(23:11:44) LtTav: Well, time to go play with my computer and get it further ready for it's divorce from Windows.
(23:11:54) LtTav: Good night, all
(23:12:04) LtTav: Except T'Kirr. See you in a second.
(23:12:16) LtTav left the room.
(23:15:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, bedtime. Night all!