Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Mar 21 20:58:11 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(20:58:11) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: Tonight we are assaulting a major hub of Ashexana's operation. Atlantis and the new Prometheus-class USS Endeavour are taking care of the capital ships in orbit, while our Marines have landed with air support from the Sharks to deal with some armor in their way.
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(20:59:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Hello!
(21:00:19) LtJGAlexisWright [Mibbit@w-11-876-382-46.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:00:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:00:48) LtJGAlexisWright: Ahoy
(21:02:25) LtJGAlexisWright: Tav and T'Kirr were going to come play from our place tonight, but then the sky decided to dump half a foot of wet snow on us.
(21:02:35) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:03:12) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@iqoh-488.55.f5th.molalla.net] entered the room.
(21:03:36) LtKuari [Mibbit@iqoh-488.55.f5th.molalla.net] entered the room.
(21:03:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya T'Kirr
(21:03:47) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:03:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Colonel
(21:04:10) DrTav [Mibbit@iqoh-488.55.f5th.molalla.net] entered the room.
(21:04:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(21:04:14) LtJGAlexisWright: Hiii everybunny
(21:04:42) DrTav: Good evening everyone. Well, it would be better if T'Kirr and I were saying hi from Eugene.
(21:04:54) DrTav: Stupid snow.
(21:05:43) ColDougMcKnight: Meanwhile I'm pretty sure it got to 80 here today. Global warming is weird.
(21:05:47) LtJGAlexisWright: The roads are mostly just wet right now, slushy, but the forecast is calling for all that slush to freeze and then get snowed on a couple more inches in a few hours, so it's going to be a mess
(21:06:13) LtJGAlexisWright: Yeah, we almost never get this kind of snow down in the valley, ESPECIALLY in late March
(21:06:16) DrTav: I think we're going to have a get-together in Florida sometime. Get EVERYONE there
(21:06:28) DrTav: I have never seen snow this late in western Oregon.
(21:07:42) LtJGAlexisWright: I saw a very confused hummingbird today thinking the snow on the trees today was more of the white and pink blossoms that were exploding from the trees two days ago
(21:08:01) DrTav: Poor hummingbird
(21:08:06) LtLedaHarper: ::yawn::
(21:08:06) LtJGAlexisWright: He was like "wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtf"
(21:08:41) LtJGAlexisWright: I always like to keep my audience riveted >>;
(21:09:05) LtLedaHarper: wtfwtfwtf.
(21:09:11) LtLedaHarper: Hey, that's just me stretching.
(21:09:23) ColDougMcKnight: Don't believe Rachel will be able to make it tonight. She's out of town.
(21:09:44) DrTav: Engineering is near Sickbay, right?
(21:10:00) ColDougMcKnight: Um...I have no idea.
(21:10:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Decklist on the website
(21:10:22) LtJGAlexisWright: Just site-to-site transport over and over and over again. I'm sure nothing will go wrong.
(21:11:07) ColDougMcKnight: 1 deck apart, apparently.
(21:11:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright then, let's get started.
(21:11:39) LtJGAlexisWright: We could cut a hole in the floor and put in a fireman's pole for you.
(21:12:15) DrTav: (Test)
(21:12:22) CdrTKirr: Ahem.
(21:12:27) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:12:32) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:12:32) LtJGAlexisWright: ::AA::
(21:12:41) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(21:13:29) EnsignJohnTChance: ::AA::
(21:13:38) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ihmo-40-564-22-286.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:14:00) LtJGAlexisWright: :: surreptitiously nudges whoever's next to her with her foot ::
(21:14:46) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Last time, while assaulting one of Ashexana's distribution hubs, we detected a huge pirate fleet en route. Orbital fighting has wrapped up, but the ground operation has changed its mission to destroying the place before that fleet arrives to turn us into slag.
(21:14:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:15:07) LtJGAlexisWright: How far out is that fleet now?
(21:15:49) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll say an hour.
(21:16:07) LtJGAlexisWright: Noted.
(21:16:51) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:55) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:56) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:17:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: as the explosion from the final pirate ship in orbit fades :: Full damage report!
(21:18:49) CdrHarper: : flying an escort around the modified shuttles that the Marines used ::
(21:19:29) VAdmBlackthorne: :: signals the Endeavour to reassemble itself and to get ready to haul ass ::
(21:20:24) LtJGAlexisWright: Aft shields are offline. Minor hull damage to the aft section lower decks. The blown power conduits are actively being repaired.
(21:21:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pats the console :: Good girl. Now, if we don't get out of here soon, there's going to be a lot more than that.
(21:21:56) CdrTKirr: :: studying Tactical :: The enemy fleet should reach us in approximately fifty-two minutes.
(21:22:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes the shuttles and fighters en route on his console :: Recover the shuttles and fighters ASAP, and of course when the Marines are done get them up here fast. I have some plans to make. T'Kirr, the bridge is yours.
(21:22:59) ColDougMcKnight: :: Leading the marine strike team toward the power signature they seek, McKnight comes out into a wide courtyard. Scans indicate the shield generator is in the chamber on the other side. Naturally, therefore, the marines also immediately find themselves under fire from pirate riflemen positioned on a second story overlooking them. :: Sure, why not?
(21:23:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: settles Atlantis into a normal orbit next to Endeavour and walks briskly into the ready room ::
(21:23:48) LtJGAlexisWright: :: using her most sensitive sensor array to do structural analysis of the Colonel's ultimate target
(21:23:50) LtJGAlexisWright: ::
(21:25:13) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks up the current position of Every Goddamn Ship in Third Fleet ::
(21:26:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: brings up a tactical display on his wall viewer and overlays all those positions ::
(21:26:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: starts calculating a rally point that would get him the most ships able to make it at the closest point ::
(21:27:43) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Blackthorne before he leaves and gets back to her screens ::
(21:28:05) VAdmBlackthorne: :: the computer highlights some coordinates :: Of course, Vinland!
(21:28:21) VAdmBlackthorne: We can lead them right to the firepower of a Starbase.
(21:28:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down to dispatch lots of orders ::
(21:28:57) ColDougMcKnight: :: Rushes to the cover of a support pillar, and begins trading phaser shots with their attackers, turning back to the marines. :: Who's got the tricobalt charges?
(21:29:16) LtKuari: :: scatters to a cover position (assuming there is any) and, since she's now rifle-less, only assesses the positioning of enemy targets ::
(21:29:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: brandishing his sidearm, only has dicobalt charges ::
(21:30:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: first, he sends an encrypted, priority message to Zuriyev ::
(21:30:20) LtLedaHarper: "On it, sir." Harper tosses her rifle over to Kuari, since it's still functional, and unslings a shoulder pack as she edges the Colonel's way. "Pity about your sidearm."
(21:30:47) LtJGAlexisWright: +McKnight+ Wright to McKnight. I've got some structural analysis when you're ready, Colonel.
(21:31:28) LtKuari: :: catches the rifle excitedly and begins aiming for said studied targets from her shielded position ::
(21:31:34) ColDougMcKnight: + Wright + Something more interesting than the detail of the folks shooting at us?
(21:31:36) LtLedaHarper: (I mean McKnight's awesome, blown-to-hell thing from last week whose name I can't recall.)
(21:31:52) LtLedaHarper: (Because brain.)
(21:31:56) ColDougMcKnight: (Assault cannon, we hardly knew ye.)
(21:32:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: then, notifies Vinland that unholy hell is about to come their way ::
(21:32:05) LtLedaHarper: (It was sure fun while it lasted.)
(21:32:25) ColDougMcKnight: (Indeed. Perhaps we can bring in its brother some time.)
(21:33:10) LtJGAlexisWright: +McKnight+ It depends on whether the melting point of the structural supports is something you find interesting, Sir.
(21:33:33) CdrTKirr: :: while keeping an eye on the fleet's activity herself and the status of the incoming enemy, manages to keep track of Wright's and McKnight's conversation ::
(21:33:44) ColDougMcKnight: :: Holds up a finger to Harper, signaling he'll be with her presently. :: +Wright+ ...I'm listening.
(21:34:13) VAdmBlackthorne: :: then, starts sending dispatches to every Third Fleet ship that can make it by the time they get to Vinland, and some that'll even be up to six hours late ::
(21:35:38) LtKuari: :: gets some fairly decent shots at one of the snipers above them, but their cover is even better than hers, and she's unsuccessful at doing more than keeping up the charge on the enemy's weapon energy cells as he keeps from getting hit::
(21:35:52) LtJGAlexisWright: +McKnight+ The supports are an especially sturdy titanium alloy, and very thick... but if you can heat them to about 2000 degrees Kelvin, you'll be ready to party. Just don't dip anything in that fondue because it will have the unfortunate side effect of melting your face off.
(21:36:30) ColDougMcKnight: +Wright+ 2,000 Kelvins, eh? Thanks, Lieutenant.
(21:36:54) CdrHarper: :: clears atmo with the shuttles in formation ::
(21:37:02) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is trying out lab humor on non-scientists, oblivious to the concept of "right place right time" ::
(21:38:23) ColDougMcKnight: :: Links up with the comms in the marines' microphones, allowing him to issue orders without being overheard by the enemy. :: Kuari! How fast could you get up there if you found nobody shooting at you for a brief window?
(21:39:50) LtJGAlexisWright: (:: reaches up at sneaks the word "degrees" out of her last message to McKnight... BAD scientist! Bad!::)
(21:40:04) ColDougMcKnight: ( I wasn't going to say anything.)
(21:40:05) LtLedaHarper: (NAUGHTY)
(21:40:07) VAdmBlackthorne: (I caught that, but kept it to myself.)
(21:40:19) LtJGAlexisWright: ( ::shame:: )
(21:40:28) LtLedaHarper: (Lawdy, we nerds.)
(21:40:41) LtKuari: :: perks up and stops shooting, swaying her head from side to side a moment, assessing the distance :: Five seconds, sir.
(21:40:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: still sending out orders, there's a lot of them ::
(21:41:02) LtKuari: (( magic edit, you said courtyard, ten seconds ))
(21:41:45) CdrHarper: :: catches sight of Atlantis and signals the LSO for clearance ::
(21:42:51) LtJGAlexisWright: :: flicking her eyes across several different displays, noting the maintained transporter locks and the status of the power relay repairs ::
(21:42:57) ColDougMcKnight: That'll have to do. Go at the signal. You'll know it when you see it. Syvek, you're with me. Harper! First of all, welcome aboard, nice to have you. Second of all, you're to take everyone else, make for that shield generator, and kill anyone who gets in your way. I want that thing blonw to hell and gone.
(21:43:12) ColDougMcKnight: ( blown)
(21:43:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: forms up with McKnight ::
(21:44:15) LtKuari: Aye, sir!
(21:46:26) LtKuari: :: sets her feet under her and tests her wings, shooting now only to keep the enemy busy, not bothering to concentrate on aim as she prepares to rush ::
(21:46:36) CdrHarper: :: gets clearance from the LSO :: Atlantis, Firefly, I have the ball. :: sets the Boudica down with a thunk as the shuttles fly home ::
(21:46:37) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper nods crisply, handing off the satchel to Kuari. "Nice to be here, sir," without a trace of irony. "Marines!" Her hand curves to beckon in the remainder of the squad. She's already half-dancing sidelong back along the corridor to the nearest junction that'll angle off towards the generator. "We'll keep you posted, Colonel." ::
(21:47:04) ColDougMcKnight: Give 'em hell, devil dogs.
(21:47:44) LtKuari: (( Was an order given to Kuari what to do once up there? I don't think she overheard what to do with the satchel ))
(21:47:45) LtLedaHarper: "Damn straight." ::Harper pulls her sidearm, spins on her heel and takes off at something near a sprint. ::
(21:48:15) CdrHarper: :: runs through a quick power-down sequence, pops the canopy, slides down the side, and heads into the locker room ::
(21:48:25) LtLedaHarper: (Was I supposed to keep that? Of course I was supposed to keep that.)
(21:48:41) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nodding to Syvek, he leans out from cover just long enough to point to one support pillar, then another across the courtyard, ducking back just in time to avoid a trio of shots aimed at his head, then sets his own phase pistol to maximum. Melt? That ought to vaporize it outright, and he's in no mood for subtle. ::
(21:49:15) ColDougMcKnight: (Heh, yeah. We'll pretend that didn't happen.)
(21:49:34) LtLedaHarper: (I'm sure this will all make more sense once I'm used to y'all and comfortably telepathic :P )
(21:49:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: understands, and sets his own pistol ::
(21:50:16) ColDougMcKnight: :: Counts down with his fingers. 3, 2, 1...go! ::
(21:50:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: leans out and fires at a pillar ::
(21:50:58) CdrHarper: :: throws her helmet in the locker, gets out of her flightsuit, and heads into the turbolift :: Bridge.
(21:51:40) CdrTKirr: :: glances to Wright :: Melting supports?
(21:52:26) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> McKnight does the same, and near instantaneously, the supports disappear in twin clouds of superheated metal. It takes a few seconds, but robbed of its support, that section of flooring begins to creak, then collapses entirely, sending two pirate snipers tumbling screaming to the ground.
(21:52:33) LtJGAlexisWright: :: glances back at T'Kirr :: I figured it was McKnight's style...
(21:52:48) CdrHarper: :: arrives on the bridge, finding the helm vacant, and assumes the station after nodding to T'Kirr :: Commander.
(21:53:31) LtJGAlexisWright: (Leda: I'm having trouble tracking, too, if it makes you feel any better.)
(21:54:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: fires as they fall, trying to hit them in mid-air ::
(21:55:17) LtKuari: :: at the thundering crash of a most unusual distraction, springs into action and darts from her cover, powering into the air, flapping for speed until she reaches the edge of the second level a ways away from the collapse ::
(21:55:21) ColDougMcKnight: :: Rushes out into the courtyard, where, as he hoped, he manages to catch one of the pirates on the opposite side from the collapse gawking with a phaser blast. He keeps up the fire afterward, hoping to buy Kuari the time she needs with suppressive fire. ::
(21:55:57) LtJGAlexisWright: The primary power relays are all back online, Commander. Engineering reports that they're working on the aft shields before addressing the secondary power relays. I'm rerouting power through primary channels.
(21:56:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: follows McKnight, but pauses to grab a rifle from one of the downed snipers ::
(21:57:13) CdrTKirr: :: perks an eyebrow at Wright, taking on an amused tone, for a Vulcan :: Creative. :: nods to Harper :: Welcome back.
(21:57:44) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper's little squad, now running and gunning through a tangle of side corridors, beats feet along the shortest path the ship's been able to come up with. This turns out to be stripped-down maintenance corridors, stone and metal, which are fairly empty but annoyingly loud. Phaser fire cuts down a couple of startled enemy stragglers as Harper and her crew
(21:57:44) LtLedaHarper: beat feet. "Almost there, sir!" ::
(21:57:47) LtLedaHarper: (So many bodies. I'm getting used to it!)
(21:58:03) CdrTKirr: (( My response came before yours, hold on ))
(21:58:17) CdrHarper: Thank you. :: checking systems :: Warp engines are fully powered and ready, since I understand we are about to leave in a hurry. Shuttles and Sharks are all recovered.
(21:58:56) CdrTKirr: Very good. Keep your target lock on our people updated.
(21:59:11) CdrTKirr: (( Not sure if you were speaking to Harper or me, Wright ))
(21:59:24) LtJGAlexisWright: :: turns back to her screens with a puzzled expression. Creative? Has reaffirmed her belief that Vulcans are confusing. ::
(21:59:51) LtJGAlexisWright: (( Oh, sorry, I guess there was more than one Commander on the bridge. It was directed to T'Kirr, since she's in command at the mo. ))
(22:00:48) LtLedaHarper: :: Half a minute more and Harper's squad doesn't quite pop out into a generator room. There's already an alarm up - energy splatters the interior facing of the incoming doorway, and there's the racket of return fire and barked orders for a few tense seconds. ::
(22:01:31) LtKuari: :: runs headlong on all fours along the edge of the courtyard's second level, her rifle slung over her back, and pounces on one man who apparently didn't see it coming ::
(22:03:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: uses his purloined rifle to pop off a few more pirates :
(22:03:52) ColDougMcKnight: :: Thanks to his armor's scanners, he DOES see Kuari engage the first pirate, as well as the first energy discharges from the shooters who DO realize they're suddenly not alone up there. In answer to that, McKnight slacks off on the phaser fire, switching to the marine special and hurling a photon grenade up onto the walkway. ::
(22:04:55) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: finishes his dispatches ::
(22:05:04) ColDougMcKnight: +Harper+ Great! Let me know the second the shield's down! I'll signal for mass beamout, and Atlantis can toast this entire facility from orbit.
(22:05:11) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper - Harper on the ground, that is - comes across as a dim crackle in the communicators. "Generator's secure, Colonel, we're setting charges. Be out again shortly. Hope our ride's ready to pick us up." She strides across the room, unslinging her satchel, tossing an unarmed charge to a squadmate. ::
(22:05:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: reappears on the bridge and looks at T'Kirr :: Status report.
(22:05:52) LtKuari: :: takes his rifle and slings it over her back, too, then runs along the perimiter until she encounters a broad pillar. Instead of chancing an interior corridor bringing her back around or flying around it, she pulls up her rifle and picks off a sniper across the way whose cover doesn't face her new advantageous position ::
(22:06:09) ColDougMcKnight: (Heh. It honestly was not my intention, but this scene makes me worry there are Storm Trooper reinforcements about to surge in out of the woods.)
(22:06:26) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yeah, but remember how badly they shoot.)
(22:06:36) LtLedaHarper: +McKnight+ "Got i - sonnova - " :: More racket, shouts, muffled thuds. Harper's breath hard in the microphone, angry, not panicked. :: "Minute sir!"
(22:08:22) CdrTKirr: Aft shields have been restored. The enemy fleet should reach us in approximately ten minutes (assuming real-time countdown). Lieutenant Wright, what is the current status of the away team?
(22:09:06) LtJGAlexisWright: They've reached the target and are currently engaged in combat.
(22:09:25) ColDougMcKnight: :: Is finally able to move freely enough to find the stairs, and charges up them, only to take a phaser shot to the torso. It knocks him back against the banister, but his armor holds, and he soon gets even...five times, actually. :: Little shit. +Harper+ Sitrep!
(22:09:37) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down in the center seat since helm is full :: Kate, set a course for Starbase Vinland, and inform the Endeavour.
(22:09:41) LtLedaHarper: :: The far door disgorges a knot of pirate ground support, people who mean it this time, not techs who aren't paying attention. Three of the squad are busy setting charges; one goes down with a screech, winged; the rest open fire. Harper, more or less right in the middle of this latest inconvenience, matter-of factly kicks one in the face. ::
(22:10:07) VAdmBlackthorne: XO, inform Engineering that we will be sustaining extremely high warp for a long period of time, and to prepare.
(22:10:17) LtJGAlexisWright: ( in the face! )
(22:10:56) CdrHarper: :: sets the course and informs Endeavour's helm officer to get ready to run ::
(22:11:22) CdrTKirr: :: nods her head and takes a moment to send the message ::
(22:11:35) LtLedaHarper: +Wright+ "Charges - " :: There are a couple of unsavoury crunches, another volley of fire in the background, then relative quiet. :: "All set, sir, we are OUT, toting one wounded." :: She slams the doors they aren't leaving through and seals each with a hot blast to the latches. :: "Marines, we are leaving!"
(22:11:45) CdrHarper: Course laid in and ready. Atlantis will maul ass on your word.
(22:12:09) LtLedaHarper: (damn straight.)
(22:12:11) VAdmBlackthorne: That's haul ass, Commander.
(22:12:21) CdrHarper: Right. Endeavour reports ready.
(22:12:29) LtJGAlexisWright: :: notifies Sickbay of incoming Marine casualties ::
(22:13:12) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Doctor, the Marines are coming home, they've got wounded. Can we have a medical team meet them in transporter room 1?
(22:13:17) LtKuari: :: hides behind the solid railing as someone rather pissed off pummels her with energy fire ::
(22:13:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: picks off the guy shooting at Kuari ::
(22:13:50) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: is suddenly rather fond of this new rifle ::
(22:14:41) LtKuari: :: while waiting for him to stop, finds herself examining the enemy's rifle and figures out how to set it to overload ::
(22:15:37) DrTav: +Wright+ Acknowledged, I have a team on the way.
(22:16:00) DrTav: +MT2+ Medical Team Two, report to Transporter Room One.
(22:16:20) ColDougMcKnight: :: Dives to avoid the latest cheap shot, passing the corner separating him from the pirate responsible in the process and managing to nail him in the leg with his return shot. It's as the man goes down screaming that he hears the KABOOOOOOM! ::
(22:16:33) ColDougMcKnight: +Wright+ Tell me that was the shield dying!
(22:17:27) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> It was!
(22:17:28) LtJGAlexisWright: :: confirms :: +McKnight+ Energy signature is toast! We're ready to bring you home on your word, sir!
(22:17:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Bring them home. Commander T'Kirr, stand by weapons.
(22:18:03) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper and her squad tear out of there, the one wounded unceremoniously scooped up and dragged along by two others when he stumbles a bit, putting as many meters as possible between them and the generator before the Lt. jabs the remote detonator. Only a couple of them end up getting thrown to the floor. Harper herself hits the wall, not quite face first.
(22:18:09) LtKuari: :: as the fire on her position terminates, jumps off the balcony and flaps once, tossing the rifle set to overload around the pillar into an enemy position before tucking her wings in and diving under the second level and flaring into a run, joining her marines ::
(22:18:11) LtLedaHarper: :: "Soon would be nice!"
(22:18:13) ColDougMcKnight: +Wright+ Energize! Scan for medical priority tags first!
(22:18:23) CdrTKirr: Standing by.
(22:19:33) LtJGAlexisWright: :: rapidly scans as noted and transports wounded immediately to TP Rm 1, then all other Marines transported in batches to 2 ::
(22:19:53) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Over the course of a couple of minutes, all ground forces are beamed up.
(22:20:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: appears in a TR holding his new prize ::
(22:20:03) LtLedaHarper: (We liiiiive)
(22:20:32) ColDougMcKnight: (Not being an NPC rules in a fire fight.)
(22:20:43) LtLedaHarper: (You're not a redshirt if you're a PC?)
(22:20:50) LtKuari: :: is beamed into TR ::
(22:21:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Is that everyone, Lt. Wright?
(22:21:40) LtJGAlexisWright: :: one last scan :: Aye, Sir, we've got them all.
(22:22:17) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, target that facility with quantum torpedos and fire until it's gone.
(22:23:21) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper glances around, getting her bearings, fading in a few seconds after Syvek and Kuari; she holsters her sidearm with a huff of relief. ::
(22:23:41) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Resists the urge to break some Queen out of the computer's repository of 20th century music, no matter how appropriate she feels it would be at the moment ::
(22:23:52) ColDougMcKnight: (Well, if you WANT to get killed, I suppose that's your call. But players get plot armor by default, yes.(
(22:23:53) ColDougMcKnight: )
(22:24:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: still has the copy of Queen's Greatest Hits they found on the USS Horizon ::
(22:24:14) LtLedaHarper: (Another day, another plotline.)
(22:24:15) CdrTKirr: :: reads the list of the wounded from Sickbay and begins to direct the Medical team :: +MT2+ Rogers and Tillium can't wait to be rolled or walked to Sickbay. Leave them on the Transporter and I'll grab them from here. Let me know when the pad is clear but for them.
(22:24:46) CdrTKirr: MT2Lead> Acknowledged. :: Clears the pad but for Tillium and Rogers :: Ready, Doctor.
(22:24:55) ColDougMcKnight: :: Claps Leda on the shoulder after he removes his helmet. :: Not a bad first day, Lieutenant! Not bad.
(22:25:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Indeed.
(22:25:57) CdrTKirr: ( ^ All that was Tav)
(22:26:24) LtLedaHarper: "Not dead yet, sir." :: Leda unclips her own helmet, hair fighting out of its regulation knot, and nods worried thanks. :: "Can't claim I was quite expecting this much chaos in my first week out."
(22:27:37) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grins. :: They don't issue us the nice armor just cuz it looks scary.
(22:28:24) LtJGAlexisWright: :: cannot, however, stop the music in her head and is very quietly bopping her hips to "Another One Bites the Dust" while watching the enemy encampment being blow to smithereens ::
(22:28:29) DrTav: :: As Rogers and Tillium appear on their respecitve BioBeds, Tav moves the med teams in to take care of their serious needs ::
(22:29:30) LtLedaHarper: :: Her brows quirk. :: "Can't say I mind too much either, sir. We getting the hell out of here?"
(22:30:04) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods.:: Fast as this boat goes, unless something's changed in the last 20 minutes.
(22:30:05) DrTav: :: continues scanning the Marines lifesigns as the first of the ambulatory make their way into Sickbay ::
(22:31:05) ColDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ McKnight to bridge. We're all onboard and ready to go...though I'm going to assume you already knew that, seeing as how I just heard quantum torpedoes launching.
(22:31:56) LtLedaHarper: "Just as well it's a fast boat. May I head down to Sickbay, sir?" :: Harper tilts a thumb over her shoulder. :: "Check in on the rest. I think the face-stomping portion of our day may be concluded."
(22:32:27) CdrTKirr: :: fires on the target until it's reduced to dust ::
(22:35:11) CdrTKirr: +McKnight+ Welcome back, Colonel. Prepare for an imminent race to Starbase Vinland.
(22:35:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Status of the enemy fleet, Lt. Wright?
(22:35:46) ColDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ The pirates are gunning for Vinland? How many ships do they have?
(22:35:50) LtJGAlexisWright: (phone)
(22:36:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Kate, signal Endeavour that it's time to go. Maximum sustained warp.
(22:37:30) CdrHarper: Aye sir. :: signals Endeavour's helmsman, and they simultaneously go to Ludicrous Speed ::
(22:37:41) CdrTKirr: +McKnight+ No, but we are, and they're sure to follow. Approximately four dozen vessels, exact number undetermined.
(22:38:55) CdrHarper: They have indeed changed course to pursue.
(22:39:08) CdrHarper: Yet with their sheer numbers, they can not catch us.
(22:39:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Good thing we have the one other class of ship in Starfleet that can keep up with a Sovereign with us.
(22:41:25) LtJGAlexisWright: (Sorry, my ex-stepsister decided we needed to talk about her bridesmaid dress RIGHT NOW)
(22:41:49) LtLedaHarper: (Bridesmaids' dresses are a source of universal torment. These things are important.)
(22:42:26) VAdmBlackthorne: Tactical overlay on the main viewer.
(22:43:15) LtJGAlexisWright: (I told my bridesmaids "here's a palette of 6 colors, go buy something you like that matches." and for some reason I thought that would mean I wouldn't need to be involved any further)
(22:45:16) CdrHarper: :: flips up the display, which shows a cloud of enemies chasing two Federation symbols ::
(22:45:25) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(22:47:04) VAdmBlackthorne: I have at least 35 ships on the way to Vinland.
(22:49:05) CdrTKirr: :: puts up the overlay display from Tactical ::
(22:49:18) CdrTKirr: (( Nevermind...))
(22:50:24) ColDougMcKnight: :: Emerges out onto the bridge, taking a lingering look at the tactical display. :: 35 ships, I just heard?
(22:50:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Plus us, making 37.
(22:50:48) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:49) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:51) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:54) DrTav: :: patches up the Marines so that they can get back to duty, save for Tillium and Rogers, who will need to spend the night in Sickbay. All have survived this encounter, and should be ready for the next. Tav finishes his work on Tillium and turns his attention to Rogers, who is gasping for air ::
(22:50:59) DrTav: :: pauses ::
(22:50:59) LtJGAlexisWright: ::||::
(22:52:14) LtLedaHarper: (wooooooooo)
(22:52:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week, shit gets real at Vinland.
(22:52:46) LtLedaHarper: Just give me more heads to boot.
(22:53:00) DrTav: And we will be back to two computers, so I will be able to concentrate on the wounded. I expect there to be many.
(22:53:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes on both counts.
(22:55:00) LtLedaHarper: McKnight, you available at some point this week for a brief introductory scene of some flavor while we're in transit? I know you're swamped.
(22:55:45) DrTav: On the night of the 26th, I should have PLENTY of time to put together a nice log.
(22:55:59) DrTav: And a bio.
(22:56:04) LtLedaHarper: Yay, bio!
(22:56:07) DrTav: Happens when you're stuck on an airplane.
(22:56:21) DrTav: I meant to put a smiley face there
(22:56:32) LtLedaHarper: Ew, airplane travel!
(22:56:35) LtJGAlexisWright: I just tried to breathe spaghetti, apparently, so I'm going to go try not to die
(22:56:40) LtJGAlexisWright: <3
(22:56:43) LtLedaHarper: Don't do that, the dying thing sucks.
(22:56:47) DrTav: The plane has Wi-Fi, and the seat will have power.
(22:56:51) LtJGAlexisWright: srsly
(22:57:14) LtJGAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:57:29) DrTav: Well, good night everyone. See you next week from Florida
(22:57:35) LtLedaHarper: Good night, Tav.
(22:57:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Night!
(22:58:01) DrTav left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:58:58) ColDougMcKnight: Let me get back to you on that, Harper. I hope so, but as you say, I've got a bit of a backlog.
(22:59:07) LtLedaHarper: No worries.
(22:59:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Good night, everyone! See you all next week.
(22:59:10) LtLedaHarper: RL wins.