Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Feb 8 20:55:27 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(20:55:27) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: We have stopped Bartanis's ship and have a team aboard trying to capture him. They've currently encountered a large war-robot of some sort in a storage area that's powering up to attack!
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(20:55:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(20:58:16) CdrTKirr [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(20:58:47) LtJorvanTav [firstname.lastname@example.org] entered the room.
(20:58:53) LtJGWright [Mibbit@w-11-876-382-46.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(20:59:18) LtJGWright: So like.. Mibbit is being weird
(20:59:22) LtJGAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(21:00:48) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:01:07) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(21:01:10) LtJGWright: Oh, for pete's sake, what's the irc command to change nick.
(21:01:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening
(21:01:31) VAdmBlackthorne: ./nick
(21:01:41) LtJGWright is now known as LtJGAlexisWright
(21:01:47) LtJGAlexisWright: Thanks, <3
(21:01:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Deceptive, I know.
(21:02:14) LtJGAlexisWright: I'd forgotten if it was slash commands or what. It's been a long day.
(21:05:27) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:06:44) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy!
(21:06:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(21:07:28) CdrTKirr: Heya
(21:11:00) LtJorvanTav: Hi everyone
(21:11:23) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll start momentarily.
(21:12:08) LtJorvanTav: At some point I should look at changing to Dr. Tav.
(21:12:22) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ihmo-40-564-22-286.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:16:50) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:21:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, apologies for the delay, but let's get going.
(21:23:02) LtJGAlexisWright: k.
(21:23:38) LtCmdrBusard: Sounds good.
(21:24:11) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:24:19) LtJorvanTav: :: AA ::
(21:24:20) LtJGAlexisWright: ::aa::
(21:25:02) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:25:24) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:26:27) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Atlantis waits on the edge of a nebula for Bartanis's wounded ship, with our marines aboard, to emerge. The nebula blocks direct sensor contact, but the giant warmech exploding in their cargo hull gave away their position and course. Said explosion caused explosive decompression and hopefully all of our marines got clamped down to the deck!
(21:26:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:26:39) LtJGAlexisWright: neigh
(21:26:51) LtCmdrBusard: Moo
(21:26:54) ColDougMcKnight: Nope.
(21:27:39) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:27:40) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:27:41) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:28:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watching the swirling nebula gasses on the screen for any sign of the enemy ::
(21:29:28) LtJGAlexisWright: :: continues waiting for injured marines to enter transporter range, keeping a suspicious but distracted eye on a subspace disturbance on sensors that is still probably nothing::
(21:29:36) LtJorvanTav: :: walks around Sickbay seeming like a grim reaper, from patient to patient; but instead of working to take lives on to whatever follows, working to save them. ::
(21:30:50) LtKuari: :: grips the deck plating ::
(21:31:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: thunk, thunk thunk ::
(21:32:08) LtCmdrBusard: :: Focuses obsessively on her work. She knows that if McKnight is injured, her not doing her job won't help, and so until she's heard more she can't think about it. Work work work, her mind focuses on adjustments to shields and internal systems.::
(21:33:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Stand by tractor beam and transporters when they emerge
(21:34:05) LtJGAlexisWright: Transporters standing by.
(21:35:14) CdrTKirr: :: alternates between watching the main viewer and monitoring scans from her small side console ::
(21:36:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Weapons are strictly on hold, that ship is too damaged with our people over there to risk them.
(21:36:25) LtJGAlexisWright: (( tractor beam standing by too, I figured that tactical might have tractor beams ))
(21:37:33) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to T'Kirr :: Man tactical.
(21:37:52) CdrTKirr: :: arches an eyebrow ::
(21:38:08) VAdmBlackthorne: :: answers with a look and a thought ::
(21:38:56) CdrTKirr: :: rises without a word and comes around the Tactical console, beeping a few introductory commands ::
(21:39:05) LtJorvanTav: :: makes sure that as they are healed or feeling better, the crew members know that they need to get out of Sickbay, unless they have any sort of medical training and might be able to help. This day is not going to get any better ::
(21:39:20) ColDougMcKnight: :: In the cargo bay, McKnight has not only remained on deck, but made his way over to the barred door and affixed explosives. The marine reinforcements have done the same on the cargo bay entrance. :: Okay, hunker down in case this causes more hull damage!
(21:39:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: takes cover, yet again ::
(21:39:41) ColDougMcKnight: But once our way is clear, we don't stop for pirates, robots or Space Satan himself until we own engineering!
(21:40:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: ponders a pit at Space Satan :
(21:40:55) VAdmBlackthorne: ^bit
(21:41:22) LtJGAlexisWright: :: still trying to re-establish comm link to Marines as well ::
(21:42:46) LtKuari: :: stays affixed in place to the deck, not trusting her spent muscles and lack of weight to move further and waits for the others to do their parts ::
(21:42:56) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Looks nervously up to a handful of his crew, waiting to meet the marine team with weapons drawn. :: No weapons when their mothership gets here, of course. Dammit, we need something short of the ship itself that fucking EXPLODES!
(21:43:44) ColDougMcKnight: Pirate heavy> :: Trying desperately to keep his panic down with humor. :: We could always fart on 'em, boss!
(21:44:17) LtJGAlexisWright: I have a choppy comm link with the strike team. Trying to clean it up.
(21:44:20) CdrHarper: :: eyes the readings on her console, not even looking at the screen ::
(21:44:30) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Little kaboom as the duranium bars on the doors cease to exist, and the marines begin to move up, ready to make short work of the handful of security mechs that remain in their path.
(21:44:56) ColDougMcKnight: + Atlantis + If you can hear me over there, we're making our final push now!
(21:45:31) LtKuari: :: waits for the explosion and moves in when there's space for her, which ends up being the rear ::
(21:45:50) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Thank you, Dengal, for helping me see the bright side. I still have time to shoot you before...wait a minute. Fart...gas! Dengal, you magnificent dumb bastard!
(21:45:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: advances to McKnight's location, rifle at the ready ::
(21:46:18) LtJGAlexisWright: :: scowls in frustration as the link keeps fading in and out due to interference from the nebula. McKnight is heard on the bridge-:: "....f hear m....v...ere...aki...nal pu..."
(21:46:38) ColDougMcKnight: :: Chucks a grenade. :: Fire in the hole!
(21:46:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, he's not screaming for help.
(21:46:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: ducks behind the door frame ::
(21:47:50) LtKuari: :: ducks to the floor ::
(21:49:17) LtJGAlexisWright: + McKnight + Stand by, Colonel, there is comm interference. Repeat. Stand by, Colonel. :: frantically tuning subspace frequencies and various thingamabobs, ponders asking a crewman to go stand on the hull and hold an antenna ::
(21:49:34) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Virl, can you modify an emergency beacon to emit a cascading isolytic pulse? I take your not entirely blank look that the answer is yes. Get it done, fast, and comm me when it's done. Everyone else, hold those storm troopers off as long as you can, and activate your emergency beacons ready. We're getting out of here!
(21:50:20) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Doesn't wait for acknowledgements, but instead takes off down a narrow corridor leading to the rear of the ship. :: Kirvan, with me!
(21:51:03) CdrHarper: I estimate five minutes until they clear the nebula.
(21:51:54) ColDougMcKnight: :: Surges past the doorway once the grenade has detonated, marines streaming in behind him. :: Hustle, marines!
(21:51:55) LtJGAlexisWright: Is there any way we can close some distance to get transporter range? Some of these life signs are pretty weak. They're not going to make it that long.
(21:52:50) LtCmdrBusard: :: Notes the increase in function in the comm grid and tries to to give Wright some extra power to work with. She also starts work on making sure that transporters are as high-functioning as possible::
(21:52:51) CdrHarper: We are already within transporter range, Lieutenant, but the nebula interference prevents their use. Getting closer will not help.
(21:52:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to Harper ::
(21:53:31) LtJGAlexisWright: :: smacks herself the forehead :: You're right. Sorry.
(21:54:46) LtJGAlexisWright: :: notes the increased power to the comm systems, re-focuses on cleaning up the comm signals ::
(21:55:30) ColDougMcKnight: :: Narrowly avoids a phaser shot in greeting by dropping to one knee and shredding a security mech with pulse rifle fire. Unfortunately, there's no cover against the other mechs taking aim. ::
(21:56:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: rushes in with McKnight's charge ::
(21:57:36) LtKuari: :: at the incoming fire and the response from McKnight and other marines, rises up to her full height and takes aim at a mech from over the heads of her peers ::
(21:58:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: takes a shot, but his suit handles it as he destroys the offending mech ::
(22:02:22) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Within the shelter of the nebula, a bay door opens, and a small escape shuttle slips out into space. And back on the ship, the last few mechs are blown to smithereens...but not by the marines. The marines have penetrated all the way to where there's nothing but living defenders are left, and they're using an old marine favorite. Grenades!
(22:03:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Grenade!
(22:03:44) LtKuari: :: takes cover ::
(22:04:29) LtJorvanTav: :: while looking up something on a LCARS screen, finds a program that Carre had had created for the Holodeck that turns it into a replica of Sickbay, with holographic medical staff. Tav quickly assesses that the rest of his current crop of patients are ambulatory enough to walk to the holodeck, and has the nurses begin transporting them there. :: Computer, activate holodeck program Carre 0503 Delta. +Wright+ Sickbay to Bridge. We are ready f
(22:04:53) ColDougMcKnight: :: Scrambles forward and kicks the nearest grenade off to what he hopes is a safe distance before diving to the deck. ::
(22:05:40) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Acknowledged, Sickbay. Stand by.
(22:06:09) LtJorvanTav: (( repeating )) +Wright+ Sickbay to Bridge. We are ready for anyone you need to beam this way, whenever you can get them here.
(22:06:10) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> :: Gets on the comm :: Okay, beacon's ready. But you have to know-
(22:06:35) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> +Virl+ Yes, I know damn well! Launch it, then destroy the flight controls!
(22:07:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: gets back up after the blasts and starts shooting living defenders :
(22:07:52) LtJGAlexisWright: :: blinks at console :: Sir, I.... I think they've launched a shuttle. Sensors are picking up something with a power signature separating from Bartanis' ship. The nebula interference is making it difficult to be certain.
(22:08:14) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Sensors can't penetrate the nebula that well. Sorry!
(22:08:47) LtJGAlexisWright: (( godammit. ))
(22:09:02) VAdmBlackthorne: (Go watch you some Wrath of Khan)
(22:09:36) LtJGAlexisWright: (( yes sir. *sulk* ))
(22:09:54) ColDougMcKnight: :: Makes a mental note to check in with sickbay after this is all over to make sure all the damn concussive force hasn't knocked anything loose, but a quick self-check finds everything in one piece, so he rises to one knee and simply waits. Energy weapons discharges go flying over his head, some of it pretty heavy duty...
(22:12:10) ColDougMcKnight: but after a few moments, his patience is rewarded. His armor's sensors detect the high energy signature of a grenade being armed, just before a pirate hand appears from around the corner...and thanks to constantly trained marine aim and reflexes, the hand is shot off, leaving the armed grenade resting in the middle of the defenders! ::
(22:12:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: Sees that on thermal and just waits for it ::
(22:12:54) ColDougMcKnight: Pirate> Shit! Grenade! Scatter!
(22:13:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Impressive shot, Colonel.
(22:15:09) LtKuari: :: tries to see from the back ::
(22:15:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hates this waiting ::
(22:15:54) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Grimaces as he sees five beacon signatures die in a go, and concludes it's time to go.:: Sorry, boys. Kirvan, maximum warp, now.
(22:16:12) ColDougMcKnight: Thanks. Now forward! Before whoever's left regroups!
(22:16:36) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The shuttle going to warp definitely shows up on sensors.
(22:16:43) ColDougMcKnight: (Ah, forgot to post the boom. But that's what the five dead personal beacons was.)
(22:16:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: grimly charges forward after the explosion ::
(22:18:04) LtKuari: :: rushes forward with the team, determined to finish the mission successfully ::
(22:18:07) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Two pirates only remain on their feet, including the engineer who's still swearing at his display as he sees the shuttle warp off until he sees guns in his face and immediately throws his hands up in the air. Meanwhile, the ship begins to emerge from the nebula.
(22:18:12) LtCmdrBusard: :: Is so focused on the ship now that she can barely hear the chatter of others around her. She becomes attuned to the hum of the engines, picking up every little hiccup and inconsistency and adjusting accordingly::
(22:18:58) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> Don't shoot! You're going to need me! And I mean imminently!
(22:19:01) VAdmBlackthorne: There she is!
(22:19:29) VAdmBlackthorne: :: abruptly rises and points at the viewer :: Tractor beam when they're clear.
(22:19:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: almost stunned the guy ::
(22:19:58) LtJGAlexisWright: :: looks at the warp trail of the shuttle on sensors, looking at trajectory ::
(22:20:32) CdrTKirr: Aye. :: gets a careful lock, studying the structural integrity coming in on new scans on a side viewer ::
(22:20:38) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> ::Frantically gestures to his screens, indicating the beacon:: Do you know what a high energy isolytic pulse does in the presence of equally high energy ionized gas?
(22:21:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> That would cause a cascading explosion.
(22:21:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> As in the entire nebula, Colonel.
(22:21:24) ColDougMcKnight: You're fucking kidding me. What the hell is the matter with you people?
(22:21:53) LtKuari: :: meeps ::
(22:21:54) VAdmBlackthorne: (lol)
(22:22:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: looks at the telemetry on the screens :: At this distance, we will be destroyed and Atlantis will take heavy damage.
(22:23:04) ColDougMcKnight: :: Doesn't wait on a response, but rather activates his comm, hoping to hell the interference has dies down enough. :: +Atlantis+ Atlantis, this is McKnight! A bomb the size of this nebula is about to blow up in your face! You need to get to a safe distance, now!
(22:23:35) LtJGAlexisWright: :: the comm signal was clear enough to pick up the gist of that ::
(22:23:43) ColDougMcKnight: + Atlantis + And shields! My God, shields!
(22:23:45) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, Harper, Wright, engage all transporters and beam everyone off that ship, now!
(22:23:55) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ You're coming home first, dammit.
(22:24:17) CdrHarper: :: starts firing up transporters ::
(22:24:24) LtJGAlexisWright: Sending all casualties to Sickbay... Energizing
(22:24:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Use the bloody cargo transporters if you have to!
(22:25:06) CdrTKirr: :: starts beaming ::
(22:25:26) CdrHarper: :: notes the non-Starfleet lifesigns and sends the entire scene of McKnight's to cargo bay one ::
(22:25:34) CdrHarper: : figuring that the Marines will keep the non-Starfleets secure ::
(22:25:46) LtKuari: :: is beamed, scene-style ::
(22:26:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: shimmer ::
(22:26:30) ColDougMcKnight: :: As he re-materializes amidst more familiar surroundings, he just hopes that fleeting moment of contentment hasn't screwed over the whole ship. :: Brace yourselves!
(22:26:43) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Everyone is beamed off the doomed enemy ship.
(22:27:23) CdrTKirr: ACTION> Tav's holodeck program flickers out of existence, including the generated medical staff, as heavy power is allocated automatically to emergency beamouts before powering back up and reforming around those being treated there.
(22:29:33) LtCmdrBusard: :: Manages to pull out of her mecha-trance when the proximity alerts begin to sound.:: Jesus! Everyone brace for impact!
(22:30:08) CdrTKirr: We have them all, Ian!
(22:30:18) LtJorvanTav: :: is waiting with his medical team in Triage when the casualties arrive, and begins work quickly separating them into the black, red, yellow and green areas. Once they are categorized, he begins work on his most severe red patient ::
(22:30:21) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> Technician Virl, offering his surrender! Everything I know, you know! Or hell! Just draw up a statement! Whatever you want! Experiments on orphan children! Whatever! I won't even read it, just put my name to it so you can declare war and-
(22:30:40) ColDougMcKnight: Shut the fuck up and hold on to something!
(22:30:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks back at her :: Shields up! :: wheels around to the front :: Kate, get us out of here!
(22:31:03) LtJGAlexisWright: :: diverts ALL available power to shields and deflectors
(22:31:06) CdrTKirr: (lol @ virl)
(22:31:07) LtJGAlexisWright: ::
(22:31:08) CdrHarper: :: lays in a course that's other than here and punches it ::
(22:32:40) CdrHarper: Maximum warp, sir!
(22:32:44) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> We get about two seconds at warp, and then....
(22:34:33) LtJGAlexisWright: (( wait for it.......))
(22:35:02) CdrTKirr: Notes shields are up already and works their focus aft ::
(22:35:22) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The nebula starts to burn from within, cascading rapidly into a huge explosion several light years across. The shockwave rapidly overtakes us and tosses us end over end!
(22:35:40) VAdmBlackthorne: +All hands+ Brace for impact!
(22:35:56) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The inertial dampeners cry.
(22:36:10) CdrTKirr: (lol)
(22:36:41) ColDougMcKnight: :: Silently thanks God that the grav plating only pulls them one way, whatever the ship's orientation. But he magnetizes his boots anyway. No harm giving the big guy some help in helping HIM. ::
(22:36:52) CdrHarper: :: wraps her legs around the bottom of her chair and grips with all her strength, fighting the helm ::
(22:36:59) LtKuari: :: thanks the dampeners for lasting long enough to keep her from pancaking to the ceiling ::
(22:37:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: holds on for dear life but loses his grip and flies forward toward the viewscreen ::
(22:37:58) LtCmdrBusard: :: As soon as she feels some sort of impact she activates the personal shield Quinn gave her. It won't keep her from getting hurt, but it will stop her from getting dead as she holds onto a supporting beam for dear life::
(22:38:23) CdrHarper: :: desperately struggles to retain her station as she fights for control of Atlantis ::
(22:38:26) LtJorvanTav: :: is in the middle of the Triage Center and unable to brace, and so finds himself ten meters closer to Ten Forward by the time he knows what hit him ::
(22:38:55) CdrTKirr: :: hugs Tactical, sensing distress from Ian but is too overwhelmed by the physical forces in general on her body to notice anything more ::
(22:39:05) CdrHarper: :: swearing at physics in several languages as she fights ::
(22:40:00) LtJGAlexisWright: :: has no good handholds nearby, so tucks into crouching ball and protects her head with her arms... as the shockwave impacts, she loses contact with the floor for a split second and ends up still tucked but on her back with the wind knocked out of her
(22:40:06) LtCmdrBusard: :: Manages to activate her PADD via voice, and starts shouting commands to be dictated and followed to the computer::
(22:40:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: impacts the wall under the viewscreen and falls to the floor, then is rolled around a bit ::
(22:40:48) CdrHarper: Come on girl... :: firing engines every which way in a controlled method to fight the forces :::
(22:41:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: has also magnetized his boots and is braced against a console ::
(22:42:01) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is thrown again with the secondary impact, coming to a violet stop when her ribcage meets a bulkhead with a sickening crack ::
(22:42:06) CdrHarper: :: finally manages to get some control and stops their tumble ::
(22:42:16) LtJGAlexisWright: :: violent, too, as well as purple ::
(22:42:26) CdrHarper: :: achieves stable flight :: I have control again.
(22:42:47) LtKuari: :: beats her wings instinctively against the forces around her until the ship settles under her feet ::
(22:42:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stops tumbling about and gets to his hands and knees :: Damn good thing.
(22:42:57) LtJorvanTav: :: finds himself in the air again, and then against the forward bulkhead in Triage, along with all of his patients who had been so nicely triaged into separate groups. But it doesn't matter anyway, since he's going to have to re-triage them now. ::
(22:43:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Damage report!
(22:43:10) LtKuari: :: looks over in surprise at Ian's new location ::
(22:43:34) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets up, checks to make sure everything's there ::
(22:43:45) LtKuari: :: attempts to make sense at the myriad of signals coming in ::
(22:44:33) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes several sore spots that'll definitely leave a mark, and gets back to his seat ::
(22:44:36) LtJGAlexisWright: :: writhes and moans in the extreme pain caused by trying to breathe :: aaauugh...
(22:44:48) LtJorvanTav: :: takes a moment to assess himself, realizes nothing is broken or damaged to the point that he can't work with it, and so stands up to start work on his current patients ::
(22:45:49) LtJGAlexisWright: :: slowly and painfully tries to roll to her feet, helped by a nearby bridge officer ::
(22:46:05) LtKuari: Hull breaches on decks... several decks, but structural integrity has stabalized, at least for now. Emergency fields operational. Shields less than forty percent and failing.
(22:46:25) LtKuari: (T'Kirr)
(22:46:25) CdrHarper: Engines are operational.
(22:46:49) LtJorvanTav: :: finds that the Red group has now doubled in size and contains three of his nurses and Dr. Nolan. Most of those who had been in the Green group are now Yellow, and two more bodies have joined black. Really, for the beating they just took, not bad from that sampling of the crew ::
(22:47:36) LtCmdrBusard: :: Once she's back on the floor, she establishes that priority systems are operational, then checks on her fellow engineers. She knows she'll have a couple of genuinely bruised areas, and there's probably a few muscle strains, but that'll all heal. She has to make sure everyone else is taken care of::
(22:47:51) LtJGAlexisWright: :: squeaks in pain and decides staying on the floor is probably best, dizzy and disoriented and struggling to breathe with badly broken ribs ::
(22:48:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Harper, find the warp trail exiting the area.
(22:48:25) VAdmBlackthorne: +Engineering+ Bridge to engineering!
(22:48:33) CdrHarper: Aye sir... :: starts scanning ::
(22:48:38) CdrTKirr: :: notes Wright on the floor and takes in the incoming casualty reports ::
(22:48:41) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> Aughh! My fucking leg! I think it's broken!
(22:50:10) ColDougMcKnight: Are all the GOOD guys okay within earshot?
(22:50:13) LtJGAlexisWright: :: from the floor :: Purmishuntobereleeftsir.
(22:50:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> I am fine.
(22:50:51) LtKuari: Okay!
(22:51:12) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, report Lt. Wright's condition to sickbay.
(22:51:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Stay there until medical assistance arrives.
(22:51:31) CdrHarper: I have a warp trail, sir.
(22:51:49) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Bridge to engineering!
(22:52:02) LtCmdrBusard: +Bridge+ Engineering here, sir!
(22:52:06) CdrTKirr: :: alerts Sickbay, doesn't receive an immdiate reply ::
(22:52:38) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is getting close to losing consciousness from the pain and lack of oxygen ::
(22:52:40) LtJorvanTav: :: sends those in Green to the Holodeck Sickbay, where the EMH wannabe holograms can take care of them. That gets them out of his hair, and the hair of any real life doctors so that they can tend to those who need more help ::
(22:52:41) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Anything I should know about that would prevent us from chasing the bastard that just did that?
(22:52:43) ColDougMcKnight: :: Noted that all told, a few of the other marines who beamed over cannot quite report being okay exactly, but they'll all be fine. It seems magnetic boots were not only a useful advantage, but a pretty consistently remembered one. ::
(22:52:58) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> My leg! I need a doctor!
(22:53:32) ColDougMcKnight: :: Sighs :: Syvek. Give him a combat painkiller shot. If that doesn't shut him up, try a right hook.
(22:54:08) CdrTKirr: Lieutenant Wright?
(22:54:26) LtJorvanTav: :: acknowledges T'Kirr's transmission of Wright's status with a note that he'll get to her when he can ::
(22:54:29) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is now unconscious and breathing almost imperceptibly ::
(22:54:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: removes a hypo from his suit and injects the prisoner ::
(22:55:26) CdrTKirr: :: notes Wright's lack of answer, and the crewman attempting to help her shouts that she's lost consciousness ::
(22:55:39) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks from T'Kirr to Wright :: Site to site transport her to sickbay.
(22:56:07) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(22:56:16) CdrTKirr: +Sickbay+ Bridge to Sickbay, emergency transport, Alexis Wright!
(22:56:39) LtCmdrBusard: +Bridge+ Shields are going down, sir. I can take care of that quickly enough, but we still have several hull breaches. I have concerns about structural integrity at higher speeds.
(22:56:43) LtJorvanTav: :: Any time someone comes walking into Sickbay, Tav sends them directly to Holodeck 3. ::
(22:57:34) CdrTKirr: :: as soon as she sees the shimmer of the transporter beam, turns her attention back to Tactical, her responsibility to the ship more than any one crewman ::
(22:57:34) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ I doubt we will need the speeds that got us here to catch him this time. Hold her together, Commander.
(22:58:12) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sighs:: +Bridge+ Yes, sir.
(22:58:35) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ I've faith in you. Bridge out.
(22:58:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Kate, follow that trail. Warp eight.
(22:59:00) LtCmdrBusard: :: Works on boosting and stabilizing shields first, and delegates teams to work on hull breaches::
(22:59:06) ColDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ This is McKnight. We're all here, and we have live prisoners. Is everyone alive up there?
(22:59:32) LtKuari: :: makes herself useful and crouches near the prisoners, glaring at them menacingly through her helmet ::
(22:59:44) LtJorvanTav: :: Notes the concern in the Vulcan's voice, and realizes there is a problem. Leaving the nurses to deal with the Triage, and a couple doctors for the Reds, and makes his way to Wright's biobed downstairs in Lower Sickbay. ::
(23:00:05) CdrHarper: Aye sir, warp eight. :: engages the warp drive ::
(23:00:37) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Lt. Wright was hurt, but the rest of us are okay, albeit with some bruises. Good to hear you aboard, Colonel.
(23:00:56) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis warps off from the scene, chasing Bartanis one more time.
(23:01:40) LtJGAlexisWright: :: unconscious, barely breathing ::
(23:01:54) ColDougMcKnight: + Blackthorne + If it's half as good as it is to SEE myself aboard, you must be a happy man, sir. Did we just go to warp?
(23:02:29) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Yes, we caught a shuttle going to warp before you emerged from the nebula.
(23:03:07) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Slippery little shit.
(23:03:14) LtJorvanTav: :: arrives at Wright's biobed and pulls out his tricorder. It's apparent that her injuries are pretty bad, four broken ribs on the left side, two of which have punctured her lung. Among her nicer injuries are a concussion and neck injury :: Lieutenant, you're going to be okay, but we need to operate.
(23:03:20) CdrHarper: :: monitoring several systems more closely, since Atlantis is wounded, and the sensors ahead for their target ::
(23:03:52) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:03:54) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:03:55) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:04:07) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:04:22) LtJorvanTav: :: pauses ::
(23:04:33) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is paused by proxy ::
(23:04:41) ColDougMcKnight: :: paused ::
(23:04:46) LtCmdrBusard: :: pauses::
(23:04:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely done, folks! Dramatic!
(23:05:42) LtJGAlexisWright: Sorry for the false starts, still figuring out what I can and can't do. :: blush ::
(23:05:57) CdrTKirr: No worries.
(23:06:16) LtJorvanTav: T'Kirr and I thought we were going to be ending the storyline this evening, so we wrote a log as a personal epilogue. It is up now.
(23:06:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Yay logs!
(23:06:47) CdrTKirr: Even so, it takes place when everything quiets down.
(23:07:11) VAdmBlackthorne: That's fine.
(23:07:33) CdrTKirr: Enjoy, we had fun writing it.
(23:07:39) LtJorvanTav: Aye, we did
(23:07:53) LtJorvanTav: And it features a dragon. So everyone read it and enjoy it.
(23:08:04) CdrTKirr: Hah
(23:08:10) LtCmdrBusard: Heh.
(23:08:11) VAdmBlackthorne: And remember, authors love getting comments on their work :)
(23:08:23) LtJorvanTav: :: holds his breath ::
(23:08:42) LtJGAlexisWright: <-- will read and comment when I am less distracted
(23:09:04) CdrTKirr: Take your time, we look forward to hearing from you.
(23:09:09) LtJorvanTav: Okay, but don't take so long that I explode
(23:10:09) LtJGAlexisWright: I have no control over you explosiveness and thus can make no promises.
(23:11:29) LtJGAlexisWright: But now I have to go with Aaron to look at the proofs of our wedding invitations.
(23:11:39) LtJGAlexisWright: Thanks for the fun! <3
(23:11:45) CdrTKirr: Oooh, have a good time
(23:11:47) LtJorvanTav: That is WAAAAAAY cool. When is the big day?
(23:11:53) LtJGAlexisWright: 09 June
(23:12:06) LtJGAlexisWright: I thought "6 months in plenty of time to plan a wedding"
(23:12:10) LtJGAlexisWright: and I was wrong :(
(23:12:15) CdrTKirr: Aww
(23:12:34) LtJGAlexisWright: but hey, this week we're interviewing bakeries, so yay free cake!
(23:13:09) LtCmdrBusard: Yeah...I'm glad Mike and I left extra time. We've still got over a year, and I'm only going bridal dress shopping in a couple weeks.
(23:13:27) LtJorvanTav: If I was ordained I would offer to do that part for you, probably for a much better price than any pastor or priest out there
(23:14:06) LtJGAlexisWright: We actually have one of our World of Warcraft friends coming to legally officiate :)
(23:14:32) ColDougMcKnight: Heh, nice.
(23:14:59) LtJorvanTav: Veru cpp;
(23:15:02) LtJorvanTav: Very cool, even
(23:15:04) LtJGAlexisWright: We're trying to figure out how to explain that to his religiously inclined family
(23:15:33) LtJGAlexisWright: "Our friend from video games who is also a young openly gay man is going to marry us, is that cool?"
(23:16:31) LtJGAlexisWright: Tav: You should totally get ordained, though, for future entertainment purposes.
(23:16:43) LtJorvanTav: Well, I work with a church, so that wouldn't be too hard
(23:17:06) LtJGAlexisWright: Cool! What denomination, may I ask?
(23:17:40) LtJorvanTav: Follower of Christ. I claim no denomination beyond that. Same with the church. I don't even call myself nondenominational, as I view that as a denomination
(23:19:06) LtJGAlexisWright: I can get behind that. :) Christ was a pretty cool guy with pretty cool ideas, divinity or no.
(23:20:44) LtJGAlexisWright: and end conversation of controversial nature!
(23:20:50) LtJGAlexisWright: G'night. ^_^
(23:21:14) LtCmdrBusard: 'Night all!
(23:21:26) LtJorvanTav: Good night everyone. And enjoy the planning, Wright!
(23:21:33) LtJGAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:21:37) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:21:48) VAdmBlackthorne: G'night all!
(23:21:49) ColDougMcKnight: Night, all!