Conversation with #ussatlantis at 07-Dec-11 20:57:33 on (irc)

(20:57:33) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: 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.
(20:57:33) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(20:58:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh hay
(20:58:57) LtJGAlexisWright: Hi... so I the last few Wednesdays I've realized at like 10:30 that I totally spaced, so I set an alarm
(20:59:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah, okay.
(20:59:09) LtJGAlexisWright: In my defense, some big stuff has happened in the last couple of weeks
(20:59:23) LtJGAlexisWright: 1) I got a real full-time job after 3 years of temping
(20:59:31) LtJGAlexisWright: 2) Aaron asked me to marry him :)
(20:59:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Congrats!
(21:00:08) LtJGAlexisWright: Thanks! We'd love to have you at the wedding if you want to make the trip out. No pressure, but you're definitely invited. :>
(21:00:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you! I doubt I'll be able to just jaunt out to Oregon, but we'll see.
(21:01:53) LtJGAlexisWright: Early June is the tentative date. Let me know what you think sometime in the next few months. :)
(21:02:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Cool.
(21:02:14) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(21:02:19) LtJGAlexisWright: How's you?
(21:02:22) LtJGAlexisWright: And Percy?
(21:02:59) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy thar!
(21:03:11) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(21:03:42) LtCmdrBusard: Sadly, Mike and I have to use the same computer tonight, but I've got a plan.
(21:03:50) LtCmdrBusard: How does one sign into this chat from IRC?
(21:03:50) LtJGAlexisWright: A plan!
(21:04:21) LtJorvanTav [] entered the room.
(21:04:29) VAdmBlackthorne: What do you mean? Using an IRC client?
(21:04:42) LtJGAlexisWright: Hullo, Tav
(21:04:50) LtJorvanTav: Why, good evening/
(21:05:06) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(21:05:08) LtJorvanTav: And good evening, even with a period at the end
(21:05:16) LtKuari [] entered the room.
(21:05:25) LtJGAlexisWright: Sorry about the last few weeks. :: blush ::
(21:05:26) LtCmdrBusard: Or...yeah. That I guess? Is there a way to get here through, say, Trillian?
(21:05:38) VAdmBlackthorne: I haven't used trillian in years, but yes if it supports IRC
(21:05:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Connect to one of these servers
(21:05:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Hi everyone
(21:06:01) LtJorvanTav: I have pidgin for Ubuntu. Ubuntu is awesome
(21:06:20) VAdmBlackthorne: It'd be more awesome if I could get the wlan card in my laptop working.
(21:06:30) LtCmdrBusard: Ubuntu is pretty sweet.
(21:06:37) LtJGAlexisWright: It's fun to say.
(21:06:40) LtJGAlexisWright: Ubuntu.
(21:06:47) LtJorvanTav: I can't help with the wlan card
(21:07:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Every so often I have to install linux on something.
(21:07:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Then I remember why I went to MacOS years ago.
(21:07:11) LtJorvanTav: Finding the drivers can be a bitch
(21:07:33) LtJorvanTav: Windows < Linux < MacOS
(21:07:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Unless you want to game. :V
(21:08:04) LtJorvanTav: True enough. But I bet the day is coming...
(21:09:27) Percy [] entered the room.
(21:09:32) Percy: OKAY!
(21:09:39) VAdmBlackthorne: OKAY!
(21:09:56) Percy: So, I'm gonna sign out of the other account and Mike will be on teh browser, and I here!
(21:10:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty.
(21:10:35) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(21:10:43) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:10:49) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:11:05) Percy is now known as LtCmdrBusard
(21:11:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, that looks like everyone.
(21:11:46) VAdmBlackthorne: Except Carre.
(21:12:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Texted her, we'll give her a couple.
(21:13:04) DrRoxanneCarre [~Mibbit@209.181.hww.ww] entered the room.
(21:13:15) VAdmBlackthorne: BAM.
(21:13:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get going.
(21:13:27) DrRoxanneCarre: mibbet hates me tonight. :(
(21:14:09) LtCmdrBusard: Oh, just so you guys know, we're going to have to stay pretty close to cutting out at 10:30 tonight. We're out doing laundry right now, but there are kitties that will need feeding around then.
(21:14:20) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEET :: Attention!
(21:14:25) LtJorvanTav: :: AA ::
(21:14:32) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(21:14:44) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Scrambles to attention at the end of the line ::
(21:14:45) VAdmBlackthorne: (Seriously? Stop the sim to feed your cats? How many do you have and why does it take so long to feed them?)
(21:14:48) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(21:15:43) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:15:49) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:16:11) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: The ground team has used the confusion to break into Bartanis's compound, while the flotilla and fighter squadron are certainly seeing why we need the defense grid taken offline ASAP.
(21:16:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:16:22) VAdmBlackthorne: (Ohhhhh, you must be at a laundromat?)
(21:16:25) LtCmdrBusard: (We have two, and it's so we can go home and feed them)
(21:16:32) LtCmdrBusard: (We're at Mike's folks' place.)
(21:16:46) LtJGAlexisWright: I'll just be back with the flotilla, yeah? Yeah.
(21:16:52) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yep)
(21:17:37) VAdmBlackthorne: If there are no other questions, then...
(21:17:38) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:17:39) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:17:41) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:18:12) LtCmdrBusard: :: Hack hack hack the silly goon's computers!::
(21:18:21) VAdmBlackthorne: That last attack was ineffectual because of those bloody satellites.
(21:18:29) LtJorvanTav: :: circles around for another kill ::
(21:18:54) CdrHarper: :: frags another toaster and climbs high to get a better perspective ::
(21:19:12) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Manning the ops station back on the bridge ::
(21:19:46) CdrTKirr: (( Sorry for the confusion, I'm there hun... Ian's at con ))
(21:20:13) DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries to make herself smaller, all the better to hide between much better armed marines, while reading her wmd medi scan ::
(21:20:37) LtJGAlexisWright: (( My bad, I didn't read as thoroughly as I thought ... how about I'm just hanging around the bridge trying to look useful. ))
(21:20:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns :: I know it will be tough, but have the Sharks return to focusing the satellites.
(21:21:16) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Do something about those fighters! I don't care if they ARE just an annoyance right now. We've got smart guided torpedoes by the swarm! Launch them, then have the drones waiting to swoop down on them as they try to dodge
(21:21:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Wingmen should be able to cover the primary from drone attacks.
(21:22:23) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: On the intercom, voice blaring throughout the compound.:: And security mass on the East Wing, dammit!
(21:22:37) CdrTKirr: :: nods :: +Harper + T'Kirr to Firefly, have the Sharks concentrate on the satellites.
(21:23:18) ColDougMcKnight: :: Glances at a wall sign. Yep. East Wing. :: Well, I'd say that's about it for the covert part.
(21:23:28) CdrHarper: +TKirr+ It is a swarm of drones out here, Commander!
(21:23:42) ColDougMcKnight: :: Blasts a security goon as he sprints around the corner. ::
(21:23:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Indeed.
(21:24:44) LtJGAlexisWright: :: uses an unoccupied terminal to take a closer look at the enemy defenses, looking for subtle weaknesses ::
(21:25:28) CdrTKirr: +Harper+ Evade them as best you can. Take out what you need to hold the wing, but we need those satellites down.
(21:26:23) LtCmdrBusard: :: Attempts not to get shot, and just out of spite, starts hacking into Bartanis' personal display:: Oh, look! Firewalls! How CUTE.
(21:26:41) CdrHarper: :: frowns, knowing this is going to hurt :: +T'Kirr+ Yes ma'am. +Sharks+ Sharks, Firefly. Priority targets are now the satellites... form up with your wings, primary go for the satellites, wing cover the primary.
(21:27:35) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Evades one drone while another follows her:: +Sharks+ Yes ma'am. :: Attempts to get back into formation while not getting dead. It's proving harder than it normally does::
(21:27:55) DrRoxanneCarre: :: snickers at Percy ::
(21:27:59) CdrHarper: :: locates Crazy Horse on sensors and tries to get to her ::
(21:28:06) LtJorvanTav: :: destroys a toaster, then breaks off and heads for the nearest satellite :: +Sharks+ Aye, Commander.
(21:28:15) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: curses and swings about towards a semblance of a formation :: +Sharks+ You're the boss!
(21:29:11) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sees no blips beeps or pings on her scanner and wonders again, why she is here where she could actually get hurt, painfully even! ::
(21:31:29) CdrHarper: :: manages to form up with Crazy Horse after blowing up a few more toasters :: +CH+ Cover me!
(21:33:07) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> :: Angles in an attack run on a satellite...only to be forced to execute a teeth rattling roll off to the left as guided torps come at him like fireflies. What follows is a masterful but desperate attempt to dodge, misdirect the torpedoes with sensor flares, and even detonate a few at pointblank range with phasers. :: Boy, I hope my wingman's awake.
(21:35:08) CdrHarper: :: drops ECM to shake a torpedo attack then lines up on a satellite ::
(21:35:26) ColDougMcKnight: :: Quickly drops to one knee and lands two phaser rifle shots to a goon's center mass. The goon's answering shot goes high, but one of Gerard's boys gets a glancing hit. :: Doc, man down! Percy, we need some cover or we're going to get cut to pieces out here! What about these doors? They're all on some security lockdown, but maybe you can over-ride it?
(21:35:32) ColDougMcKnight: Syvek, on your left!
(21:35:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: wheels around and fires ::
(21:36:31) CdrHarper: :: picks off the satellite as two drones try to focus on her ::
(21:37:21) LtJGAlexisWright: :: rapidly brainstorming her way through long-shot ideas to draw some of the drones away from the fighters, grinding her teeth in frustration as she discards one after another as non-feasible ::
(21:37:24) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Rolls around Harper's fighter to distract the drones as her systems get a lock on them::
(21:37:57) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: goes for a satellite but spies a couple of drones chasing Firefly off to the side and banks to take a few shots at them ::
(21:38:01) CdrHarper: :: rolls out hard as another *Bajoran expletive* torpedo locks in on her ::
(21:38:24) CdrTKirr: (( Oops sorry 'bout that ))
(21:40:38) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Dives out of the way, ducking back and firing on the offending drone.::
(21:41:47) CdrHarper: :: takes aim on another satellite while she's being covered ::
(21:42:48) LtJorvanTav: :: rolls into a course with a satellite and blows it up it in one phaser hit ::
(21:42:55) LtCmdrBusard: Sir, I'm an ENGINEER. :: Finds cover behind a marine and starts worming her way to door control. That one's a little easier, and within a few minutes, she manages to get the nearest two open:: Done!
(21:43:04) CdrHarper: :: inhales sharply as Shortstack's fighter winks off the sensors ::
(21:44:18) VAdmBlackthorne: We need a way to draw the larger ships out of that grid if it's not going to fall anytime soon. Either that, or a defense against those ion cannons.
(21:46:10) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Shortstack! Respond! :: hoping he ejected ::
(21:47:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watching the fray on the viewscreen with annoyance ::
(21:47:14) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> :: Grins and brings his rifle to bear once more, laying down fire on the burgeoning flood of security goons. :: Doug! Syvek! Move up to that cover, and take Busard and Carre with you! Everyone else, suppressive fire! We'll trade off cover as Percy hacks those doors!
(21:47:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: gestures to Carre to follow as he moves up under the base of fire ::
(21:49:14) LtJGAlexisWright: It's possible that some kind of shield modulation fiddling could help with the ion cannons, sir. I'll run some scenarios now and see if I can't find something helpful.
(21:49:45) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Get on it.
(21:49:52) CdrTKirr: :: busy at Ops monitoring the fleet, silently approves ::
(21:49:55) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Swears a blue streak (Ha ha, get it?) as a torpedo, narrowly dodged, screams way too closely past his cockpit. :: And...that'll be my shields failing! Wonderful.
(21:50:20) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Gets on it, tuning out the chatter to focus ::
(21:51:25) CdrHarper: :: takes out the satellite with grim determination ::
(21:52:39) VAdmBlackthorne: :: climbs up for a moment to get her bearings and an appraisal of the squadron ::
(21:52:44) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: finds herself a stationary target to destroy while dodging the moving ones ::
(21:52:45) VAdmBlackthorne: HArper ^
(21:53:01) DrRoxanneCarre: :: follows Syvek keeping an eye on her patched up patient ::
(21:53:09) LtJorvanTav: :: curious about that one-shot victory over that last satellite, takes out another satellite, studying it by shooting different points to see what happens ::
(21:53:51) CdrHarper: +Sharks+Chaka, if you can not get your shields back up, get back to Atlantis! That is an order!
(21:56:11) LtJGAlexisWright: :: runs that last test again and grimaces at the result :: Well, sir, the good news is that I have an adjustment to the shield modulators that should allow about 80% of the ion cannon blast damage to be absorbed. The bad news is that if it doesn't work as projected, it could cause a catastrophic shield failure instead. Recommend testing on unmanned probe if
(21:56:37) LtJGAlexisWright: time permits. My testing shows a 5% probability of catastrophic failure.
(21:56:53) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm not fond of those odds.
(21:57:18) VAdmBlackthorne: And I somewhat doubt that they'll fire the ion cannons at a probe.
(21:57:46) LtCmdrBusard: :: Moves up to the corridor, cursing as she is narrowly missed by a phaser shot:: Okay! Project Open Sesame is go! :: Works at getting the next door open.::
(21:58:28) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hopes no one else needs patching up :: Jeez I hate this live-action stuff. Holo-action is fine but
(21:58:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: popping up and taking shots as he can ::
(21:59:03) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Takes out the remaining drones behind Harper and her, turning to a new target::
(21:59:06) LtJGAlexisWright: Neither am I, sir. I'll keep looking, but that may be the best that's available on short notice. And yes, that's also a factor. Maybe aim it at a satellite or try some sensor trickery, I'm open to suggestion.
(21:59:10) LtJGAlexisWright: s.
(22:00:38) CdrTKirr: We could configure a probe to emit a Mustang signature. It would be crude, but might be enough to fool the AI of the cannons.
(22:00:57) VAdmBlackthorne: The Mustangs are already in range, the cannons just can't track them.
(22:01:03) VAdmBlackthorne: What about the signature of a starship?
(22:02:00) LtJGAlexisWright: That may work, sir. Anything is worth trying if it keeps us from having to test on actual manned craft.
(22:02:01) CdrHarper: +Sid+ Thanks Crazy Horse. Going for another satellite.
(22:02:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Give it a try.
(22:02:42) LtJGAlexisWright: :: starts working on configuring a probe and moving it to a handy launch bay ::
(22:03:13) ColDougMcKnight: :: Moving up with this leapfrog approach, the group makes good progress for about 20 feet or so, until they get bogged down by a mass of dug in security forces. Grimacing as one of his marines falls with a strangled cry, he calls across to Syvek. :: Time for the quick and dirty way! Everyone, hunker down! Grenades, incoming!
(22:03:34) ColDougMcKnight: :: Hidden from view, he grins and flashes a depleted rifle power cell to Syvek before tossing it away down the hall. ::
(22:03:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: nods and pulls a grenade, ready to toss in sync ::
(22:03:38) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hunkers ::
(22:04:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: gets the hint and doesn't actually throw a grendade, but a spent cell instead ::
(22:05:40) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hunkers with the hurt guy, applies redi-patch to the wound, gives him a hypo of pain-suppressant and vitamins ::
(22:05:54) ColDougMcKnight: :: Restrains a cheer as, understandably not taking time to study it closely, the security forces bolt to try and get clear. Breaking formation, gesturing for Syvek to do the same, he sprints after them, setting his rifle to highbeam as he does so! Now, before they regroup! Bumrush!
(22:06:18) ColDougMcKnight: :: ZAP ZAP ZAP ::
(22:06:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: rushes with the Colonel shooting the hell out of people ::
(22:06:54) LtJGAlexisWright: :: turns to T'Kirr :: Probe ready, Commander.
(22:07:58) CdrTKirr: Deploy it.
(22:08:04) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Is meanwhile attempting to follow through on Harper's order, but finds the way back not exactly clear either. So, logically, duty requires he thin out the herd a little first! ::
(22:08:17) CdrHarper: :: sees another sensor signature wink out :: +Sharks+ Sandbags! Sandbags, respond!
(22:08:55) LtJGAlexisWright: :: launches :: Probe away. :: crosses her fingers and hopes for the 95% probable part
(22:09:24) LtJGAlexisWright: ::
(22:09:29) CdrHarper: Two down. :: frowns and destroys another satellite ::
(22:09:53) DrRoxanneCarre: :: catches the tail end of the bumsrush ::
(22:12:56) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sedates a few of the stunned opponents :: They're out for a good 8 hours. :: smiles ::
(22:13:41) CdrTKirr: (( Yay combat medic! ))
(22:13:54) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Curses as a shot glances off her left wing:: Damnit! I hate these robot bastards! :: Spins in, taking a shot at a nearby satellite::
(22:15:37) LtJorvanTav: :: having figured out the satellites' weak point, Tav sets his targeting sensors accordingly ::
(22:16:08) CdrHarper: :: comes about and goes after the drone for some stress relief ::
(22:16:35) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watches the probe on sensor, chewing her lip in anxiety :: Come on, come on! :: watches, starting to lose hope, until an ion cannon finally nails the probe :: probe shields holding... wait, Generators overloading. Trying to compensate....
(22:17:37) CdrHarper: :: frags the toaster that hit Sid ::
(22:17:51) CdrHarper: :: then rolls in on another satellite ::
(22:18:05) LtCmdrBusard: :: Takes a moment to zap a couple of goons before working on the next door. She manages to get this one open with a "Ding!" And finally, her hacking has gotten her to Bartanis' personal display. She can't control anything yet, but she managed to put a cartoon sneery face on his panel saying "Na na na na Boo boo!"::
(22:18:31) LtJorvanTav: :: finds two satellites nearby that are almost perfectly lined up ::
(22:20:25) DrRoxanneCarre: (( go go Percy!))
(22:20:28) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> :: In a few days, he might be ready to admit that in spite of everything, it WAS some pretty slick flying. Shields or no shields, he manages to scrap a further three drones, in one case by pulling up and leaving the piece of junk in the path of a torpedo closing in. But his proximity to that explosion spins him out of control long enough for drone
(22:20:37) CdrHarper: :: finds a torpedo has also locked on to her ::
(22:21:18) ColDougMcKnight: number fout to completely sheer off his impulse manifold. And thrusters are woefully inadequate for maneuvering when you're straring out at a torpedo screaming toward your cockpit... ::
(22:21:22) CdrHarper: :: drops ECM and it's not fooled, swears elaborately in Klingon ::
(22:21:25) LtJGAlexisWright: :: frantic tappity taps as the probe gets alarmingly close to total shield failure :: Rrrgh! :: manages to stabilize the probe's shields, but two seconds too late... :: The probe's shields have failed, sir... but I think I've solved the problem that caused it.
(22:21:53) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> Frak! Frak frak frak! Sharks, this is Chaka! Executing emergency eject!
(22:22:01) LtJorvanTav: :: lines up his attack on those two satellites, shoots the first with one shot, the second half a second later, and then pulls up to watch his handiwork ::
(22:22:23) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Chaka!
(22:22:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Launch another probe to be sure.
(22:22:53) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, sir. :: preps probe ::
(22:23:17) CdrHarper: Not another one, dammit!
(22:23:46) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: If it makes Blackthorne feel any better, his satisfaction at finally seeing some decent offense against those fucking Mustangs is completely overshadowed by the sight of his forces falling back in complete disarray. :: Get back there, you cowards! Get back or you're dead! Your family's are dead!
(22:24:03) ColDougMcKnight: (families. I blame lack of sleep.)
(22:24:21) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Chaka! Confirm ejection!
(22:24:31) LtJGAlexisWright: Probe ready, Sir.
(22:24:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Launch it.
(22:24:52) LtJGAlexisWright: ::launches:: Probe away.
(22:25:09) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> +Harper+ I'm here, I'm here! NJow shut your trap before one of these can openers locks onto my comm signature!
(22:25:16) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ All Mustangs, cover ME NO!
(22:25:18) CdrHarper: NOW!
(22:25:32) CdrHarper: :: makes a beeline for Chaka ::
(22:25:43) LtJorvanTav: :: finds Harper's signature and closes in to protect her and Chaka ::
(22:26:08) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watches the probe on sensor ::
(22:26:33) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: turns for Firefly, makes a quick assessment, and takes a flank ::
(22:27:18) CdrHarper: :: slows down as she approaches the floating spaceandorian ::
(22:27:37) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Drops behind Harper to cover again, heading for Chaka, cussin' up a storm in Bajoran:: Damnit, you still owe me from last week's Five Finger Filet game!
(22:28:32) CdrHarper: :: comes to a stop under Chaka and checks the seal on her helmet then opens the canopy towards him ::
(22:28:40) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Bartanis' tech looks up anxiously.
(22:28:56) CdrHarper: :: Now, a Mustang's cockpit holds one, but there's room for an Andorian to fold himself up behind the seat if it's either that or being stuck in space ::
(22:29:07) CdrHarper: :: nudges upward with the thrusters ::
(22:29:28) ColDougMcKnight: Tech> Lord, captain, uh...sir? They're closing in on the transmitter assembly! They'll never regroup in time to force them back from there!
(22:29:41) LtJGAlexisWright: :: probe is rocked by an ion cannon blast :: Probe hit. Shields holding... holding........... :: bleeds power surging into shield generator out into other systems :: .... absorption successful! ::watches as another cannon blast nails the probe and the shields absorb and remain functional as intended ::
(22:29:54) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> You mean...oh, oh fuck. Activate beamout. Get us to the ship. Now!
(22:30:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Make the modifications and distribute them to the Discovery and Hemingway.
(22:31:03) CdrHarper: :: nudges ever closer to Chaka, the canopy sticking out overhead for him to grab on to when it gets close eenough ::
(22:31:49) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, Sir! :: tidies up her modifications and broadcasts them to the other starships, greatly easing the ion cannon drama ::
(22:32:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Let me know when we're clear to move in.
(22:33:12) LtJGAlexisWright: :: gets "All Ready" signals back from the other ships :: All clear, Sir.
(22:33:54) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ All ships, move in and engage the remaining pirate fleet.
(22:33:54) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Turns to cover the pickup, firing a pattern out at drones. They just keep coming:: +Sharks+ Faster would be better! :: As one nearly gets past her, she turns to chase, when a shot hits the same wing that took fire last time. With a sickening crack, Sid realizes that the shot's taken out her shields and made a fracture in the wing:: SHIT!
(22:34:00) LtJGAlexisWright: As far as shielding ion cannon blasts, anyway.
(22:34:19) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Come on Chaka, grab on!
(22:34:48) LtCmdrBusard: +Sharks+ Crazy Horse to Sharks! My left wing's coming off! Repeat, fracture widening in left wing!
(22:35:29) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Shunt your weapon power to structural integrity and get home, you do not technically need that wing out of atmo!
(22:35:55) LtJGAlexisWright: (Can we beam the ejected pilots aboard? Or will we not be in transporter range?)
(22:36:02) VAdmBlackthorne: (out of range)
(22:36:08) LtJGAlexisWright: (Alas.)
(22:36:20) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Clings to the canopy and pulls himself into the cockpit.:: Just try to watch the barrel rolls, okay? And, uh...shields! Fresh torpedo barrage incoming!
(22:36:23) VAdmBlackthorne: (Though we are moving in, not that Harper was about to wait. Also, the first two are dead)
(22:36:32) LtJorvanTav: :: flies a protective pattern around the rescue being attempted by Harper ::
(22:36:47) CdrHarper: Just fold yourself up back there and do not try to drive! :: closes the canopy and raises shields ::
(22:37:05) LtJGAlexisWright: (Nod, thinking Chaka and Crazy Horse.)
(22:37:23) ColDougMcKnight: :: As anticipated, soon leads a group sweeping into the transmitter room. :: Syvek, NOW's the time for the grenades.
(22:37:29) VAdmBlackthorne: We're coming in phaser range of the pirate fleet. Look sharp!
(22:37:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: nods and tosses in a grenade ahead of them, waits for it ::
(22:38:00) CdrHarper: :: hits the gas ::
(22:38:30) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Got him. Crazy Horse, return to base immediately, I do not have room for you both in here!
(22:38:44) LtJGAlexisWright: :: closely monitoring shield status of the starships ::
(22:38:45) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As the countdown finishes on the ground and a huge explosion engulfs the transmitter, all the unmanned defenses in orbit suddenly go dead for lack of instruction.
(22:39:25) LtJorvanTav: :: dodges as three torpedoes whiz past ::
(22:39:35) VAdmBlackthorne: XO, confirm - the grid just went down, correct?
(22:39:58) CdrHarper: :: around and finds that the drones have just went dead ::
(22:40:07) CdrTKirr: They ahve.
(22:40:13) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Grimaces, cursing more:: Yes, ma'am. Returning to base. :: Starts heading back::
(22:40:26) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stares at the viewer :: Quantum torpedos, all ships!
(22:40:59) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The flotilla opens fire on the remaining pirate ships, which crumble under the firepower in short order.
(22:41:51) LtCmdrBusard: :: Opens the last door to the control center, finding it empty, and rubs her hands with a dark grin:: Ohhh, you naughty boy. You left your toys out...ehehe....:: And with that, she gives the drones new instructions: Target all defense systems, including formerly friendly ships::
(22:42:09) CdrHarper: +Atlantis+ Atlantis, Firefly, the drones have went dead, and I have some battered birds out here, requesting permission to return to base!
(22:42:23) LtJGAlexisWright: :: calls both probes home and deactivates them upon arrival ::
(22:43:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Bring them home.
(22:43:43) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The few remaining ships, getting the idea they're pretty damn screwed, go to warp...including one taking off from a groundside launch port on the other side of the planet.
(22:43:47) CdrHarper: +Atlantis+ Correction, the drones are now firing on the satellites and the remainder of the pirate forces.
(22:44:17) VAdmBlackthorne: Warp signatures. Wright, track them!
(22:44:20) DrRoxanneCarre: :: watches Percy gleefully creating havoc ::
(22:44:21) LtJorvanTav: :: takes in the view of what is now happening :: Well, this is interesting!
(22:44:57) ColDougMcKnight: Percy, can you bring up a map on that thing? Try to find out if there IS a bio weapon stockpile here, so the Doc can have a look before we blow this place.
(22:45:46) LtCmdrBusard: :: Nods excitedly:: Sure, sure. :: Presses a few buttons, and pulls up a hologram map:: There ya go.
(22:46:00) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, Sir! :: taps rapidly on the screen to catch the warp signatures and initiate tracking :: Ships gone to warp bearing 125 mark 3.
(22:46:24) VAdmBlackthorne: The one that left from the far side of the planet, that's the one I'm interested in.
(22:46:37) CdrTKirr: +Sharks+ Sharks, Atlantis. Return to base.
(22:46:59) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ You heard the mothership, home everyone!
(22:47:09) CdrHarper: :: makes a beeline for Atlantis ::
(22:47:31) LtJorvanTav: +Sharks+ Aye, Commander. Heading home. :: turns toward Atlantis and punches it ::
(22:47:33) VAdmBlackthorne: :: closing in on the planet with the other two ships ::
(22:48:15) LtJGAlexisWright: :: consults long-range sensors :: Target ship warp signature bearing 168 mark 29.
(22:48:16) CdrHarper: :: signals the LSO :: Mustang 001 has the ball. :: touches down on the deck ::
(22:48:39) CdrHarper: :: opens the canopy and turns to look at Chaka :: Cramped much?
(22:48:44) VAdmBlackthorne: (two minutes)
(22:49:26) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> It should, however, be noted that the ion cannons DO have crews manning them. And they're starting to attempt new weapon modulations to increase effectiveness.
(22:50:02) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks at the map trying to find any likely WMD stashes :: Are we... :: tilts her head :: here? :: points to a likely looking location ::
(22:50:10) LtJorvanTav: :: smoothly brings the Mescalero into the Assault Bay ::
(22:50:16) ColDougMcKnight: Doc, you're with me. Syvek, Masters, you too.
(22:51:02) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sigh with relief :: Sure, no problem. :: flips her wmd medi-scan on high sensitivity :: Let's go!
(22:51:35) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Crew on Atlantis actually feel the most recent ion cannon blast, the enemy modulations proving effective. :: Damn! Ion cannons still active! Adjusting shield harmonics to compensate, but this could be bad...
(22:52:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Phasers, surgical strikes on those cannons.
(22:52:24) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> +Atlantis+ Ground team here. HQ is ours. How's my ship holding up?
(22:52:29) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:32) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:33) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:42) LtJorvanTav: :: pauses ::
(22:52:55) LtJGAlexisWright: :: || ::
(22:53:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Nice bit of fighting there!
(22:53:19) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses, wilts ::
(22:53:47) LtJGAlexisWright: That was fun, nice and immersive :D
(22:53:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Welcome back, Lt. Wright!
(22:53:56) LtCmdrBusard: :: Le Pause::
(22:54:04) LtJGAlexisWright: Thank you!
(22:54:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week we'll pick up right here.
(22:54:58) LtJGAlexisWright: The new alarm on my phone says I'll be here with bells on >_>;
(22:55:28) DrRoxanneCarre: Just dont do what I do, note the alarm then space out.
(22:55:38) LtCmdrBusard: Aw crap. i just looked at the time.
(22:55:43) LtCmdrBusard: Time to go feed kitties!
(22:55:44) LtJorvanTav: I have to be at work early tomorrow morning, so I am going to take my leave early. Have a good week, everyone.
(22:55:52) LtJGAlexisWright: You too!
(22:56:01) LtJorvanTav left the room.
(22:56:07) LtCmdrBusard: Later guys!
(22:56:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!
(22:56:14) LtCmdrBusard: And Welcome back, Wright!
(22:56:26) LtJGAlexisWright: Thanks! :D Bye!
(22:56:29) LtCmdrBusard left the room.
(22:56:47) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).