Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Feb 15 20:56:13 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(20:56:13) ChanServ 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!
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(21:01:15) CdrTKirr [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:01:29) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:01:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:02:07) CdrTKirr: Hello. Tav won't be joining us tonight. He's taking down a stage at Hollywood Studios overnight, and they called him in two hours early. =/
(21:02:41) VAdmBlackthorne: k
(21:05:37) LtJGAlexisWright [Mibbit@w-11-876-382-46.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:05:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:05:46) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm late, sorry sorry
(21:06:02) LtJGAlexisWright: There was pizza involved.
(21:06:05) LtJGAlexisWright: How are y'all?
(21:06:17) CdrTKirr: Hey Alexis. ^_^
(21:06:27) CdrTKirr: Pizza? Totally understandable, then.
(21:06:47) CdrTKirr: I just made another of my necklaces in 3D space... I'm stoked to see how it came out.
(21:07:10) LtJGAlexisWright: Uwha?
(21:11:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Hm
(21:11:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Missing Boston
(21:13:04) CdrTKirr: You know video games, right?
(21:13:08) LtJGAlexisWright: Perhaps the Langoliers are to blame.
(21:13:11) CdrTKirr: I'm making stuff.
(21:13:31) LtJGAlexisWright: Do those two phrases go together?
(21:14:13) LtJGAlexisWright: :: confused dog head tilt ::
(21:15:56) CdrTKirr: Yep
(21:16:03) CdrTKirr: Making objects.. you know, 3D objects
(21:16:06) CdrTKirr: For Second Life
(21:16:21) LtJGAlexisWright: OH.
(21:16:34) CdrTKirr: It's a... sorta video game with no game, you make (or buy) the world around you
(21:16:43) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm familiar with Second Life. :)
(21:16:47) CdrTKirr: Oh. ^_^
(21:16:54) CdrTKirr: So, yeah, I'm a builder.
(21:17:04) LtJGAlexisWright: As soon as you said those three words, I knew *exactly* what you were talkin' 'bout.
(21:17:12) LtJGAlexisWright: Cool! Just jewelry?
(21:17:15) CdrTKirr: Lol, gotcha =P
(21:18:47) CdrTKirr: I made a VDay package... teddy bear, some balloons
(21:18:55) CdrTKirr: A gift basket
(21:19:14) LtJGAlexisWright: Ooo, spiffy :)
(21:19:22) CdrTKirr: Made some rocks...
(21:19:26) CdrTKirr: lol
(21:19:28) CdrTKirr: Practice =D
(21:20:56) LtJGAlexisWright: I wish I had any talent for that sort of thing. Very cool.
(21:20:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, I think we're boned.
(21:23:09) LtJGAlexisWright: :(
(21:24:04) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:24:05) CdrTKirr: Poo. =/
(21:24:10) CdrTKirr: ERRR
(21:24:13) CdrTKirr: Hi Busard =D
(21:24:17) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:24:25) LtCmdrBusard: lmao. I assume you were talking about us.
(21:24:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Hi guys, we were just about read yto cancel
(21:24:34) LtCmdrBusard: Sorry, we got stuck in traffic on the way home.
(21:24:54) LtJGAlexisWright: A LIKELY STORY
(21:24:54) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah, it sucked. Sorry about that.
(21:25:24) LtCmdrBusard: GASP YOU HAVE SEEN THROUGH OUR CLEVER DISGUISE.
(21:25:55) LtCmdrBusard: In which we inflicted asshole drivers with no idea how to use turn signals on ourselves.
(21:26:00) LtCmdrBusard: BECAUSE WE'RE THAT GOOD :-P
(21:26:17) LtJGAlexisWright: *applause*
(21:26:19) LtJGAlexisWright: :D
(21:26:33) LtCmdrBusard: *takes a bow* Thank you, thank you.
(21:27:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then, let's get going.
(21:27:12) LtCmdrBusard: Hooray!
(21:28:07) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ihmo-40-564-22-286.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:28:14) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(21:28:25) LtJGAlexisWright: ::AA::
(21:29:21) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Atlantis was wounded after Bartanis's clever play of detonating the nebula to cover his escape, but not badly enough. We recovered our marines from his ship before it met its end and are now in chase of his shuttle
(21:29:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:29:54) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:30:21) LtCmdrBusard: Okay, so we're heading back towards the shuttle. Do we have any idea of where that shuttle is going?
(21:30:23) ColDougMcKnight: So we have his course and heading and all that?
(21:30:28) LtCmdrBusard: I remember there - yeah that.
(21:30:29) ColDougMcKnight: Ninja's.
(21:30:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Yep, warp trail and all that
(21:30:33) ColDougMcKnight: Ninja'd, even.
(21:31:02) LtCmdrBusard: Okay. Because I remember sensors were having issues with the nebula. Wasn't sure if warp trail was something being messed up too.
(21:31:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Sensors have trouble penetrating the nebula. A trail outside it is detectable.
(21:32:24) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, if that's all...
(21:32:33) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:32:34) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:32:35) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:33:16) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leaning on the arm of his chair, Kirk-style ::
(21:33:47) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(21:34:00) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Sitting back in his chair, Al Bundy style...and opening a channel to Ashexana. ::
(21:34:11) LtJGAlexisWright: :: unconscious in Sickbay ::
(21:35:00) LtJGAlexisWright: :: where she will probably be for the next several hours ::
(21:35:07) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ihmo-40-564-22-286.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:35:38) CdrTKirr: :: pays her normal careful attention to incoming reports, particularly those of sensors per usual habit, but also monitoring repairs and medical reports as they're posted ::
(21:36:23) CdrHarper: Five minutes to intercept, present speed.
(21:37:26) LtCmdrBusard: :: juggles her thoughts between reports coming in from her repair crews and her own repairs from within Engineering.::
(21:38:11) ColDougMcKnight: :: Seeing that their few surviving prisoners are secured in the brig, and once the force field goes up, hails the bridge. :: +Blackthorne+ Security to bridge. Prisoners are secured, and I seem to be seeing just one of everything again. Do you want me at tactical, or standing by to secure Bartanis when we catch him?
(21:38:55) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Tactical is covered, you be ready to keep both hands on that slippery son of a bitch.
(21:39:01) LtCmdrBusard: Please, please, just this once, sir, :: She mutters to herself as if to communicate mentally with the admiral:: DON'T give the order to increase speed. I really, really don't want to see what happens when hull integrity fails from inside the vessel in question.
(21:39:41) CdrHarper: The target has somehow managed to wring more speed out of his shuttle, but we are still closing. Ten minutes to intercept.
(21:39:46) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Will do, sir. I'll take two of my best, and be standing by in transporter room 1 personally.
(21:40:03) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Negative. Make that shuttlebay one.
(21:40:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Maintain present speed, Atlantis needs a breather.
(21:40:42) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ We're taking him aboard first, sir?
(21:40:57) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ I intend to bring his whole ship aboard.
(21:41:15) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: looking harried, stops at Wright's unattended biobed and dabs possibly nonexistent sweat from his brow with his wrist, avoiding contact with his freshly-gloved hands :: Sorry, Lieutenant. Tav had to run to take care of a flatline. It's funny, really. :: picks up an instrument and calibrates it :: He's really good at this, better than me I'd say, despite how much longer I've been down here.
(21:41:28) Ashexana [Mibbit@ihmo-40-564-22-286.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:41:43) CdrTKirr: (( :: le gasp :: ))
(21:41:56) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Pick up, dammit! I know this frequency is still good, and still secure. I have done everything that could be expected and more, but I'm running out of options out here.
(21:42:00) Ashexana: :: startled awake by her first mate, in the middle of her ship's "night" ::
(21:42:42) CdrTKirr: (( About time she showed up to a sim ))
(21:42:55) Ashexana: :: takes a moment to compose herself, put a few errant strands of hair into place, and get her mind awake, then answers the urgent message :: Why, Bartanis! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call? :: smiles ::
(21:43:14) LtJGAlexisWright: :: happily unconscious and unable worry about Dr. Nolan's statement from the list of "things NOT to say to a patient" ::
(21:43:17) Ashexana: (( Business keeps me busy, dears, but I haven't forgotten about you! ))
(21:43:41) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: carefully runs the instrument in his hand down Wright's left side ::
(21:44:13) CdrTKirr: (( Omg she just called me a dear ))
(21:45:03) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Smiles back, tightly.:: You need to get a better secretary. I've been trying to get through to you ever since the combined forces of Star Fleet's Third Fleet and the Supernova Company dopped out of warp and annihilated my holdings. As of this moment, we are still firmly in control of...a very nice shuttlecraft.
(21:45:21) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Looks down at the sensor display:: For the next eight minutes, anyway.
(21:45:49) Ashexana: :: her smile drops as what he said sets in ::
(21:46:31) Ashexana: :: quickly looks at their position on the other display on her desk, and the cold equations certainly prevent her being there in time to help ::
(21:46:49) ColDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Begging your pardon, but are we sure that's a good idea, sir? The guy DID just blow up a major piece of interstellar real estate just to give us the finger. Do we really want to bring him in past our defenses, sitting on top of a dilithium reactor?
(21:47:05) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: lowers the instrument somewhat noisly to the tray and picks up another, running it deftly across Wright's tastefully-as-possible torso (because, of course she's already prepped for surgery), but this time it leaves a neat slice through her skin ::
(21:47:34) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ That's a good point. We'll bring the shuttle on board after we beam him out of it. I think it could be useful in the future.
(21:48:04) LtJGAlexisWright: :: again glad to be unconscious ::
(21:48:19) Rubix [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:48:23) ColDougMcKnight: :: Not sure what he means, but figures he knows something the marine doesn't. :: Aye, sir. We'll be ready!
(21:48:52) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ...nobody's on the way, are they?
(21:48:52) Ashexana: :: looks at the image on the screen with regret :: I'm too far away to help. I'm sorry, Bartanis.
(21:49:00) Ashexana: (reverse those two lines )
(21:49:39) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: gingerly maneuvers two broken ribs out of the way and, with his not-bloody glove, snatches the regenerator and aims it at the perforations in the lung lining ::
(21:50:39) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> After finishing with the lungs, begins mending the ribs back together ::
(21:51:11) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Sighs. :: Knew I should have sprung for the cloaking device. So that's it, then, huh?
(21:51:13) LtJGAlexisWright: :: tissue oxygen saturation improves almost immediately, stops making such horrible death rattle noises, gets a little color back to her skin ::
(21:51:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods sadly :: I'll miss you. We've had a long, profitable time together.
(21:51:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Ashe ^
(21:51:46) Rubix: :: Dances into Sick Bay, looking for her brother, when she comes upon the HORRIBLE BLOODY SIGHT of Wright's surgery:: Whiirrr? :: She whirrs concernedly, trying to climb up to get a better view of Wright's face.::
(21:52:07) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: smiles despite the horribly busy and bloody night :: There you are, that's better.
(21:53:00) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: looks down at the robot attempting to scale his pant leg, but only sparing a moment :: What do you want, little bot?
(21:53:08) VAdmBlackthorne: 9bb6vhxl0bnmmp
(21:53:19) VAdmBlackthorne: (holy crap I can't get any window right tonight)
(21:53:40) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: takes another peek :: You're... Rubix, right?
(21:53:48) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> We did. So here's a last professional courtesy. Make what arrangements you can, as fast as you can. I'm under no illusions that you told me EVERYTHING, but all the same, I think we can agree, I know a lot of your codes. Coordinates for a lot of your bases. Can you tell me any benefit left to me for withholding any of that when they ask?
(21:54:38) Rubix: :: Awkwardly looks to left and right, and climbs up the pantleg up to the table, nodding her little head. She seems to look around with a worried sound, then offers Nolan a swab:: Whirr click?
(21:55:08) Ashexana: :: sighs and slumps down as she looks at the screen :: It's more than professional courtesy, Bart. I consider you a friend. And as such, I'm not going to ask you to endure torture to protect my operation.
(21:55:51) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Well, there's that, then. Name a ship after me or something, eh?
(21:55:52) Ashexana: Look out for yourself. Try to make a nice deal.
(21:56:16) Ashexana: Don't talk until they promise you something good.
(21:56:44) Ashexana: After all, if there's one thing this operation stands for, it's to live for yourself.
(21:56:57) ColDougMcKnight: Madam, we ARE pirates. I know how to haggle. Bartanis out.
(21:57:07) ColDougMcKnight: ( ^ Bartanis )
(21:57:26) Ashexana: :: slams a hand down on the desk and chokes back tears ::
(21:57:56) CdrHarper: Two minutes to intercept.
(21:58:02) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Kills the comm, rises slowly from his seat, and makes for a cabinet at the back of the cabin. ::
(21:58:19) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> What the fuck do we do now, boss?
(21:58:55) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Glances at the display.:: Two minutes. Time enough, I think, if we don't nurse it. Lock in the current course, and then select your poison.
(21:58:58) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: grins despite the situation and carefully takes the swab, finding himself using it in someplace that soaks up some blood, not exactly knowing why he's taking the time to appease a little robot, but finds his mind clearing just a bit as he calms slightly :: You're worried for her, aren't you?
(21:59:26) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Pouring himself a Saurian brandy on the rocks. A double, in point fo fact. No, fuck it. A triple. ::
(22:00:05) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks back to T'Kirr at the tactical console :: Stand by phasers and tractor beam.
(22:00:12) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> :: Complies. :: Goddammit! Lessican rum. Just hand over the fucking bottle.
(22:00:38) CdrHarper: One minute.
(22:00:41) Rubix: :: Wrings her little mechanical hand and nods. Sensing, perhaps, that she's in the way, she moves up towards Wright's other side. She sits, and puts her tiny little hand on Alex's:: Click-beep-beep.
(22:00:57) CdrTKirr: Standing by.
(22:01:17) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Complies in turn. :: Just look composed, and let me do the talking. We'll be okay. Not women and spice from dawn to dusk fine, but we'll survive.
(22:01:29) LtJGAlexisWright: :: somewhere, in the back of Alex's mind, she is aware of her surroundings and internally squeeing over tiny robot. ::
(22:01:57) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: smirks commiseratively and concentrates on Wright's bones, squinting at the readings, then clicks off the instrument :: There. Time to close her up.
(22:02:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Kate, as soon as his shields are down, beam all life signs aboard to transporter room one.
(22:02:42) ColDougMcKnight: :: By this time, waiting in transporter room 1 with a full security team, weapons trained on the pad. ::
(22:03:07) CdrHarper: Coming into weapons range, slowing to match speed.
(22:03:19) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Sips his drink appreciatively. :: Oh, and stand! Stand! Don't want to spill when they whisk us away. Smart posture, now!
(22:03:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Low yield shots. Fire phasers.
(22:03:30) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> :: Chugs despondently. ::
(22:04:39) CdrTKirr: :: fires ::
(22:05:04) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The shuttle's shields quickly fall.
(22:05:18) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKNight+ Stand by for prisoners!
(22:05:19) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Last but not least, he reaches down to his belt holster, withdraws his disruptor, and takes hold of it by the barrel, waiting as he sips. :: You know, the cliche rings true. There really is something quite beautiful about that "one last time".
(22:05:21) CdrHarper: Energizing.
(22:05:25) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> ::Chugs::
(22:06:00) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Bartanis and Virl appear in transporter room one. Finally!
(22:06:29) CdrTKirr: (( Haha, mid-chug ))
(22:06:43) CdrHarper: The shuttle is dropping from warp as well, matching speed and course.
(22:06:55) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis drops from warp, giving her engines a needed rest.
(22:07:11) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: In an admirable display of composure, extends the grip of his disruptor to McKnight. :: Well, it seems you have our surrender. May I finish my drink before I'm led off in shackles?
(22:07:27) LtCmdrBusard: :: Keeps an eye on the readings for transporters:: Well, they GOT here in one piece. Guess it's up to Doug if they stay that way.
(22:07:53) ColDougMcKnight: :: Cautiously takes hold of the weapon, covered by marines, and considers. :: Drink, don't sip.
(22:07:53) Ashexana: :: cries a bit for her friend, then gathers her composure and starts composing orders ::
(22:09:50) Rubix: :: Squeezes the edge of Wright's finger:: Whirr?
(22:09:58) Ashexana: :: writes orders to have all the encryption codes changed, for fixed bases to step up on alert, and various and sundry other things :
(22:10:12) CdrHarper: We have them, Admiral.
(22:10:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to T'Kirr :: Any indication of a self-destruct or sabotage on that shuttle?
(22:10:54) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Finishes his drink with a sigh of satisfaction, then goes on to be helpful by, with some effort, prying the half gone bottle from Virl's grip before handing that over as well. :: Alright! We go where you go, then! And that's all either of us care to say without representation!
(22:11:34) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: finishes regenerating Alexis' skin together and, with extra care not necessary for a doctor but generally appreciated by observers, pulls down Wright's cover over her and gives her a scan ::
(22:11:55) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The two pirates are cuffed and led off to the turbolift, bound for the brig with the other two. Meanwhile, McKnight takes a gulp of his own from the bottle. :: Lessican rum. Nice.
(22:11:57) LtJGAlexisWright: :: still unconscious, but looks a lot less like death, and sounds as though she is breathing normally ::
(22:12:09) CdrTKirr: I'm not reading any.
(22:12:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Have security report to shuttlebay one. Kate, tractor that shuttle in.
(22:13:01) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: takes a deep breath and begins scanning Wright's head and neck ::
(22:13:20) CdrTKirr: :: nods and alerts Security ::
(22:13:35) CdrHarper: Aye sir. :: engages the tractor beam ::
(22:14:46) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks over to Ron Gerard :: Well, we've got him. Shall we go meet him?
(22:15:04) ColDougMcKnight: O'Grady> :: Gets the memo, and sends a full squad with bomb squad gear. ::
(22:15:33) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> ::Grins, having remained a silent witness all this time. Another man's ship, another man's show. :: After you, sir!
(22:16:20) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, the bridge is yours. Maintain stationkeeping until Busard gives us a go-ahead. Atlantis has earned the right to rest her legs.
(22:17:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the TL with Gerard :: Brig.
(22:17:19) CdrTKirr: :: nods, knowing this meeting has been a long time coming and sighs in relief ::
(22:17:41) CdrHarper: ::: finishes tractoring in the shuttle and sets the helm for stationkeeping ::
(22:18:48) Ashexana: :: her resolve to defeat Blackthorne strengthened, she finishes sending her orders and lays back down to try to sleep ::
(22:18:51) Ashexana left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:19:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, Ron, how do you want to play this? I'm thinking you're the bad cop, since he did rip you off and knows it.
(22:21:09) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> ::Shrugs:: And now he's paid for it. As soon as he sees me, he'll know THAT, too. As for anything he knows, anything of a military nature, that's your game, Ian.
(22:21:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Fair enough. Taking down his operation enough for you, then?
(22:22:21) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> Now to stabalize the swelling in her brain. :: speaks out loud, seemingly just for a little bot's benefit as he runs a tool tenderly over Wright's head ::
(22:23:16) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> ::Grins:: Like I said, nobody fucks he Supernova Company and gets away with it. Particularly not when it has an undefined but obviously close working relationship with the Federation! I'd say we've made that point nicely, wouldn't you?
(22:24:08) ColDougMcKnight: V'Larus> :: Approaching security himself, responding to the relayed request for legal representation. ::
(22:24:25) VAdmBlackthorne: I think so. Let's go meet our guest. :: steps out of the TL and enters the brig area ::
(22:26:19) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters security and finds McKnight :: Good work, Colonel.
(22:26:41) Rubix: :: Makes an almost "Oh no!" sound at hearing swelling, but nods and keeps her hold of Wright's finger::
(22:27:20) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods. :: Didn't give us any trouble, sir. Looks like he's switched up tactics.
(22:27:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, at least he knows when he's beaten. Let's introduce ourselves, Ron.
(22:27:50) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Having been placed directly in an interrogation room, sitting back in his NEW chair, still Al Bundy style. ::
(22:28:03) LtJGAlexisWright: :: appears to be resting more easily thanks to whatever Dr. Nolan is doing with that thingie ::
(22:29:43) ColDougMcKnight: V'Larus> :: Wordlessly slips into the interrogation room just after Blackthorne and Gerard, taking up a position in the corner. ::
(22:30:52) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the room with the other Captain :: Bartanis, how nice to finally meet you. I am Vice Admiral Ian Blackthorne, Commander of the Federation's Third Fleet, and also of the Atlantis here.
(22:31:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: Gestures:: I believe you know my friend, Captain Ron Gerard.
(22:31:33) ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Heya, Bart! The good news is you don't need to worry about my fee anymore. I'd say we're just about square now.
(22:31:44) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Oh joy, oh rapture unforseen.
(22:32:39) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down across from him :: I have to commend you; those were some impressive attempts to escape us.
(22:33:12) ColDougMcKnight: V'Larus> ::Nods briskly:: And I am Commander V'Larus, responding to your request for legal representation.
(22:34:24) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> :: Waves to the Vulcan, grins to the Admiral. :: Well, you know how it is. You do what you can when your rights are infringed, even when the infringer is stronger than you.
(22:34:30) CdrTKirr: :: knows she'll get the full scoop later and takes care of organizing the extensive repairs, only managing to keep calm about it due to her experience with such things ::
(22:34:32) CdrHarper: :: checking in on the warp engines ::
(22:34:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Of course.
(22:35:07) VAdmBlackthorne: As you know, this is not Federation space, but I do have some authority to charge people with crimes.
(22:35:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Now what I choose to charge you with depends on you.
(22:36:53) CdrHarper: :: goes through the other systems ::
(22:38:03) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> I'm listening. I'm not SAYING anything, but I'm listening.
(22:39:03) VAdmBlackthorne: The severity of your charges will decrease with how much information about Ashexana's operations you're willing to tell me. But, if you don't tell me anything at all, I won't charge you with anything.
(22:39:20) VAdmBlackthorne: You'll just have to hitch a ride with Ron here.
(22:39:21) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: looks at the little robot as he extends the head clamp over Wright's head to stabalize her neck ::
(22:40:25) ColDougMcKnight: Ron> Don't see how that's much of a threat, Ian. I'm no court, and mercs or no, we don't just casually execute people!
(22:40:41) ColDougMcKnight: Ron> Though on the other hand...doesn't Lord Pryon have a bounty on your head?
(22:40:51) ColDougMcKnight: Ron> Pretty good latinum, that.
(22:41:00) VAdmBlackthorne: :: chuckles :: Indeed.
(22:41:13) VAdmBlackthorne: I figured you'd find a use for him.
(22:41:49) ColDougMcKnight: Ron> I'm talented like that.
(22:42:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Now, regardless of the rumors about Starfleet, we do have rules, and you'll be treated well while in custody, regardless. I imagine that's a better life than you'd find being turned in for a bounty.
(22:44:08) CdrTKirr: +Engineering+ T'Kirr to Engineering, report.
(22:44:14) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> I see. And what terms is the self-appointed state prepared to extend in return for my cooperation?
(22:45:11) VAdmBlackthorne: The lightest security Federation penal colonies are basically resorts, you know. Easy time on one of those for all you know.
(22:45:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans forward, elbows on the table ::
(22:45:46) LtCmdrBusard: +Bridge+ Busard here. The hull is stabilized, repairs on it are nearly complete. There are still some non-essential systems that are being repaired, but I expect Atlantis to be at full-working capacity within two hours::
(22:45:54) LtCmdrBusard: (*.)
(22:46:15) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> You know, I've never actually seen Earth. Is New Zealand as nice as you all say?
(22:46:29) VAdmBlackthorne: It's beautiful. I prefer Ireland, but I'm biased.
(22:46:41) Rubix: :: Watches Dr. Nolan's work intensely::
(22:46:58) ColDougMcKnight: Ireland, hmm? I'm intrigued. Let's talk supervised furloughs.
(22:48:01) VAdmBlackthorne: That might be more difficult, but I'll see what I can do.
(22:48:51) CdrTKirr: +Busard+ Very good. Thank you.
(22:50:13) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: after Wright's head is stabalized, starts healing her neck, the tool moving gently up and down her cervical vertebrae ::
(22:52:18) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> You may recall I fought you with some vigor not long ago. That was not an isolated incident. I'm prepared to talk, Admiral, but I'm neither a coward, nor stupid. The information I possess is the only resource left to me. You want it ALL, I assume?
(22:52:49) VAdmBlackthorne: I do.
(22:53:21) VAdmBlackthorne: And believe me, with the guile you displayed in battle, I do not mistake you for an idiot. Your life is in your hands, though.
(22:53:56) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> And really, I think we both know that even now, my erstwhile employer is moving to minimize the damage that information can do. So when I say you can walk out of this room ready to move on her holdings, I think you'll agree that certain guarantees regarding my future comfort is a reasonable concession.
(22:54:01) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> ::Grunts::
(22:54:16) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> Ah yes, of course. And that of my faithful valet.
(22:55:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks him eye to eye :: I give you my word, Captain to Captain, that I will pull every string to try to get you every luxury a prisoner of the Federation can be afforded.
(22:55:39) ColDougMcKnight: Virl> ::Grunts::
(22:56:28) VAdmBlackthorne: And for your faithful valet. This promise I make based on respect afforded to a worthy opponent.
(22:56:46) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(22:57:29) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Looks to V'Larus:: Thank you for coming, Commander. Your service is appreciated, but I believe I can take it from here.
(22:58:10) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> ::Rests the back of his head against his steepled hands.:: SO! What do you want to hear about first?
(22:59:08) Rubix: (So...luxury prison. I'm picturing paintings, a smoking room, and tempur-pedic mattresses.)
(22:59:16) Rubix: (I WANT TO GO TO LUXURY PRISON!)
(22:59:28) LtJGAlexisWright: (^ )
(22:59:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Encryption codes, fleet positions, base locations, scheduled movements, information on that bloody cloaking device she has. And that's just for starters.
(23:00:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (It's still prison if you can't leave, and would suck!)
(23:00:37) Rubix: (Yeah, but this is Star Trek. They'd have holodecks for that sort of thing)
(23:01:12) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: clicks off the instrument and looks to Rubix, glad to have a listening target for his words :: There now. Another treatment in a couple of hours, but until then, nothing I can do for her concussion. She just has to rest, now.
(23:01:27) Rubix: (Admittedly, yes, I probably wouldn't ACTUALLY want to go to luxury prison. But I still want a better mattress :-P)
(23:01:53) ColDougMcKnight: Bartanis> As to the first, that will be useless by the time you get to trying to use them, and we both know it. But as to the rest...got a star map, handy?
(23:02:08) VAdmBlackthorne: I think I just might. :: smiles :
(23:02:10) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:02:11) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:02:14) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:02:18) Rubix: :: Nods several times, , then crawls up towards her head and cuddles::
(23:02:25) Rubix: :: pauses::
(23:03:11) LtJGAlexisWright: :: pauses, but you can't actually tell because of the whole unconsciousness thing ::
(23:03:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Yay! We finally caught him1
(23:04:00) LtJGAlexisWright: /cheer
(23:04:20) VAdmBlackthorne: And look at all this wonderful intel on Ashexana we're going to have!
(23:04:59) CdrTKirr: Yay intel ^_^
(23:05:01) LtJGAlexisWright: *cackles*
(23:05:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Maybe we can finally get to her after all.
(23:07:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely done tonight, next week we'll take care of the wrap-up for this plot.
(23:08:13) LtJGAlexisWright: Looking forward to it!
(23:08:34) CdrTKirr: Yeah.
(23:10:38) LtJGAlexisWright: Also: Eeeee tiny robot!!
(23:10:39) ColDougMcKnight: Okay! And since we got back so late, I find myself stilll needing to go get cat food, so I'm off! But have a good night!
(23:11:09) LtJGAlexisWright: Aaron's been waiting on me for dessert, so I'mma rolltoo
(23:11:28) CdrTKirr: All right, see you all next week. Tav should be here, too.
(23:11:35) LtJGAlexisWright: Yay Tav!
(23:11:39) LtJGAlexisWright: Bye, all :D
(23:11:44) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:11:51) CdrTKirr: I'll go back to 3D modeling... CG artistry.. building.. whatever the heck you wanna call it. =/
(23:12:02) LtKuari left the room.
(23:12:04) LtJGAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:12:19) Rubix: Blargh blargh honk later guys!
(23:13:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!
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