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(20:52:31) ChanServ 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.
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(20:58:42) LtJGAlexisWright [] entered the room.
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(20:59:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(20:59:57) LtJGAlexisWright: hihi
(20:59:57) CdrTKirr: Hey
(20:59:59) DoctorTav [] entered the room.
(21:00:10) LtLedaHarper: Gang.
(21:00:16) DoctorTav: Hello
(21:00:51) LtJGAlexisWright: Pardon my infrequent and poor left-handed typing while I finish eating dinner
(21:01:38) LtLedaHarper: How dare you eat your dinner.
(21:02:01) LtJGAlexisWright: ::crestfallen::
(21:05:33) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:05:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening, Colonel
(21:06:13) ColDougMcKnight: Hey.
(21:06:13) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(21:06:40) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy all!
(21:06:45) LtJGAlexisWright: hoyhoy
(21:06:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(21:06:59) LtLedaHarper: We have quorum!
(21:07:06) VAdmBlackthorne: omg!
(21:07:14) LtCmdrBusard: Yay!
(21:07:42) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:07:47) LtJGAlexisWright: ::aa::
(21:07:52) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:08:03) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:08:30) DoctorTav: :AA::
(21:09:24) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight, we have arrived along with the USS Endeavour, at Starbase Vinland, where thirty-five other Starfleet ships have converged to make a stand against the pirate fleet that has been chasing us.
(21:09:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:09:51) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:09:54) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:10:21) LordCoburn [] entered the room.
(21:11:07) Ashexana [] entered the room.
(21:11:42) VAdmBlackthorne: I take that silence, and the joining of our enemies, as a no.
(21:11:55) LtKuari: I'm scared of her.
(21:12:32) DoctorTav: Just a note, Ensign Chance is not one of the enemies.
(21:12:41) CdrHarper: Neither am I.
(21:12:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright then....
(21:12:49) DoctorTav: Tell that to Spots.
(21:12:51) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:12:52) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:12:53) EnsignJohnTChance: Thank you. Just a clueless ensign.
(21:12:53) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:13:20) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks briskly onto the bridge from the ready room, having briefed 35 ship captains ::
(21:13:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Status report
(21:14:52) CdrTKirr: :: is busily coordinating other aspects of the thrown-together fleet, looks up at Blackthorne's entrance ::
(21:15:20) Ashexana: :: sipping tea as her ship speeds toward Vinland ::
(21:16:14) LtJGAlexisWright: Repairs to our damaged systems are mostly complete. Secure communications have been established between fleet vessels. The pirate fleet is still on an intercept course, expected intercept time has not changed.
(21:16:29) CdrTKirr: All ships standing by. The enemy fleet is approximately fifteen minutes out.
(21:17:05) ScytheBernaea [] entered the room.
(21:17:59) ColDougMcKnight: Outer decks have been evacuated of all non-essential personnel, sensitive areas fully locked down, and anti-boarding teams stand ready on every deck. Tactical systems are of course good to go. We're ready.
(21:18:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down in the center seat, letting out a long breath :: Very well. How is engineering running?
(21:19:51) LtCmdrBusard: :: Turns from her station:: Shields have been restored to full capacity, and all repair teams have returned to main engineering. We're working on getting a little more efficiency with speed, but apart from that all systems are go.
(21:20:33) DoctorTav: :: is enjoying one of those rare moments in recent time when Sickbay is completely empty; the calm before the storm. No patients, all the nursing staff is in the prep room and out of sight. It's just Tav, for a few more minutes. Tav walks into the CMO office and sits at the desk, picking up a PADD and studying its contents regarding the abilities of the Starbase's medical facilities that may come in handy before moving on to the next PADD with
(21:20:52) DoctorTav: :: information on systems that need work aboard the Atlantis, systems that will have to wait for the moment. ::
(21:21:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Excellent work, everyone. A conflict of this scale is rare, and a difficult thing to prepare for, but you all have done an exemplary job.
(21:22:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Although we are outnumbered, I am confident that we have the technological and strategic edge to win today.
(21:23:46) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION: Six minutes.
(21:25:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Commander Harper, have the Sharks ready to launch. We will not be launching unless there are enemy fighters, however.
(21:25:54) CdrHarper: Aye sir. +Sharks+ All pilots to their spacecraft, stand by.
(21:26:51) LtJGAlexisWright: Enemy fleet nearing long-range scan radius.
(21:27:09) VAdmBlackthorne: :: brings up the fleet-wide tactical display on his personal viewer ::
(21:27:16) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION: Three minutes.
(21:27:32) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Harper+ Yes ma'am. :: Rushes towards the locker room::
(21:27:57) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: vaults up from her cot and heads for the Assault Bay, murmurs :: There's my cue...
(21:28:13) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION: Two minutes.
(21:28:43) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ All ships, incoming enemy fleet in two minutes!
(21:28:59) LtJGAlexisWright: Entering visual radius of long-range scanners.
(21:29:19) VAdmBlackthorne: On screen.
(21:29:38) LtJGAlexisWright: :: puts visual on the main viewer ::
(21:30:48) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The enemy fleet drops out of warp en masse and wastes no time in declaring their intentions by opening fire.
(21:30:49) CdrTKirr: :: finally looks up from her work to size up their enemy ::
(21:32:04) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Walks up to the sick bay door, holding his left wrist in his right hand as if this will quell the pain. Hesitates a moment remembering a memo stating that if you frivolously hurt yourself it could be considered misuse of Federation property. Activates the door anyway::
(21:32:59) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Fortunately, the opening salvo was obviously intended as a warning, fired off into space.
(21:33:20) EnsignJohnTChance: ::The door swooshes aside. Chance enters, wishing he hadn't, and looks around.
(21:33:29) CdrTKirr: :: swallows on cue ::
(21:33:32) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Instead, we're hailed.
(21:33:33) LtJGAlexisWright: :: places a smaller tactical map on the main viewer in "picture-in-picture" mode ::
(21:33:51) CdrTKirr: (( Nice one ))
(21:34:42) LtJGAlexisWright: We are being hailed by the enemy fleet, Admiral.
(21:35:00) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands and does the Picard Maneuver :: On screen.
(21:35:07) LtJGAlexisWright: :: complies ::
(21:35:55) CdrTKirr: :: eyes the maneuver from eye level ::
(21:36:08) DoctorTav: :: looks up from his desk at the sound of the door, interested in the fact that it is NOT the door that the nurses, medics and other medical staff would normally use to come from Prep and the break room, but the door leading to the corridor. He stands, since no one should be coming in... yet. There he finds Ensign Chance in his obvious pain. Tav looks from his eyes to his cradled wrist, and back to his eyes. :: Hello, Ensign. What seems to be
(21:36:46) LordCoburn: ACTION> As the frequency is opened, one may immediately see that "Keith Stone" has traded in the space trucker getup for a well tailored coat and sword belt. In short, an enthusiast's interpretation of an 18th century gentlemen, missing only the powdered wig. All smiles, Coburn has his hands clasped behind his back.
(21:37:23) DoctorTav: the problem?
(21:37:33) EnsignJohnTChance: Hi, Doc. Um...I seem to have...maybe...sort of...broken my wrist.
(21:37:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Mr. Coburn. Do you really wish to do this? You're plainly outgunned.
(21:38:21) LordCoburn: :: That just gets an amused chuckle. :: Ian! I suppose thanks are in order for the escort in. Even so, I must say I'm a tad cross with you. You see now the hassle that might have been averted had you simply accepted my invitation to hash this out privately.
(21:38:22) LtJGAlexisWright: :: relaying that we have been hailed by the enemy fleet and that communication is in progress to the rest of the fleet, notifying them to stand by for more information ::
(21:38:28) DoctorTav: :: gazes for a moment at Chance's wrist, then motions him to come on in :: Please, come in. Let's take a look. I have to admit, I am a bit surprised, since we haven't started the combat operations. How did this happen?
(21:39:52) EnsignJohnTChance: Well..umm...see...I was...uh...taking samples in the shuttle bay...yeah. And I slipped,
(21:40:03) EnsignJohnTChance: ::sighes::
(21:40:09) DoctorTav: :: narrows his eyes at Chance ::
(21:40:20) DoctorTav: :: quizzically ::
(21:41:02) VAdmBlackthorne: This is, you'll find, the twenty-fourth century, Charles. Withdraw your fleet immediately from Federation territory. You see barely half of Third Fleet before you now; continue this course of action and it will be far more than just Third Fleet you face.
(21:41:15) EnsignJohnTChance: remember those andorian spore samples I was supposed to be collecting? Well, they were sort of slimy, and I kinda slipped on them and fell, and that's sort of it.
(21:42:02) LtJGAlexisWright: :: turns to a nearby bridge office and mouths "oh snap!" ::
(21:42:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Except for the fact that I was sort of sliding up and down the bay once they were on the ground cause I was bored and it was fun and I didn't know the fleet was going into action.
(21:42:22) EnsignJohnTChance: Sorry.
(21:42:32) LtJGAlexisWright: (( officer, even ))
(21:44:32) DoctorTav: :: smirks gently :: I see. Well, then. I think we're going to have to get you fixed right up, and get you back to work. Actually, I may need you in the Lab in a bit, depending on how things go. :: grabs a tricorder, and directs Chance to a BioBed ::
(21:44:43) LordCoburn: :: Sighs:: Always a pity, to see a soul so utterly devoid of poetry. Still, I must admit... :: Closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, as if it was the first day of spring, and not recycled air he was smelling. :: Admiral of the great armada! I must admit, I can see why you'd not wish to lay down a cup full of such heady brew.
(21:45:06) VAdmBlackthorne: :: barely manages to not roll his eyes ::
(21:45:41) EnsignJohnTChance: So it's not going into your log that this is a misuse of Federation property, is it? Cause I really didn't mean to hurt myself, and I'll certainly go about my duties and eat the pain if you'd rather.
(21:45:46) Ashexana: :: listening the conversation with a light smirk on her face ::
(21:46:37) LordCoburn: Very well, we do it this way. I assume by now, you've realized we hardly put this fleet together just to fight you. We're here in answer to months of unprovoked incursions into our sovereign territory, namely to neutralize the rallying point of those incursions. I'm prepared to offer you three hours to evacuate Vinland of all sensitive documents and
(21:47:22) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: suits up and starts preflight on her fighter :: Bring it, bring it...
(21:47:43) LordCoburn: personnel, after which you will withdraw your fleet. But even I'm not so romantic a soul as to think you'll be that sensible, so instead, I would ask only that you answer me a single question.
(21:48:29) DoctorTav: :: falls into an all-out grin as he scans Chance's wrist and decides on the best course of action for this break :: You... did fall, right, Ensign?
(21:48:40) VAdmBlackthorne: As you thought, we must decline your offer, as the Federation Council does not recognize your sovereignty. But ask your question.
(21:49:13) LordCoburn: :: Grins savagely. :: Are you up on your Chinese folklore, Ian?
(21:49:58) DoctorTav left the room.
(21:50:30) VAdmBlackthorne: That is your question?
(21:50:31) LtJGAlexisWright: :: begins accessing Federation databanks of Chinese folklore ::
(21:51:14) DoctorTav [] entered the room.
(21:51:36) DoctorTav: (( And this is where I suddenly ask, WHAT THE HELL?!? ))
(21:51:49) CdrTKirr: (( WB ))
(21:52:02) LordCoburn: :: Glances over to the science station on Atlantis' bridge with a smirk. :: Let me save you some time, Lieutenant Wright. Key word search: The Three Storms. Or...wait, I can do better than that. Let me make the introductions.
(21:52:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, yeah, kinda. Actually, I was sliding at full speed, tripped on something and went flying. I landed on my left wrist to keep myself from doing a face plant. Face plant was something we used to say on Mars to mean that when you landed, it would be directly on you face, which would be bad.
(21:53:15) LtJGAlexisWright: :: offers the screen a puzzled blink when her name is spoken ::
(21:53:22) LordCoburn: ACTION> By now, with the pirate fleet having stopped well out of Vinland's effective weapons range, it will become clear that they've taken up a defensive position around what appear to be three massive freighter hulls they towed in with them. As the hail goes dead, however, unusual activity will be detected.
(21:53:33) EnsignJohnTChance: The stuff I slipped on was supposed to make everyone sneeze, which was why I was collecting it...sir.
(21:54:11) LtJGAlexisWright: Admiral, I'm detecting some unusual activity in the enemy fleet...
(21:54:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Of what nature?
(21:54:35) LtJGAlexisWright: ... and also the communications have been terminated.
(21:54:47) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gathered that when the screen went dark ::
(21:55:08) LordCoburn: ACTION> More specifically, the outer hulls begin to open outward in segments, revealing three gigantic plasma generators surrounded by magnetic containment rings. The first one immediately begins to power up, releasing a gagantuan plasma torpedo, encased in a powerful magnetic containment field allowing it to traverse that long didstance with minumum energy
(21:55:26) LordCoburn: drain. Target: Starbase Vinland!
(21:55:59) LtJGAlexisWright: :: relays this information to the Admiral ::
(21:56:00) ScytheBernaea: Holy...!
(21:56:05) CdrTKirr: :: stares ::
(21:56:09) ScytheBernaea: (Whoops, that was Percy)
(21:56:42) VAdmBlackthorne: +Vinland+ Vinland, Atlantis, massive energy weapon incoming!
(21:56:56) DoctorTav: :: grabs a osteoregenerator, begins applying it to Chance's wrist, quickly mending the bones :: Well, let's see. Since you didn't have any major injuries, I suppose we can emphasize that the slipping was accidental. Just... understand that I can't be... creative in my reports... all that often. Of course you understand. Right, then. :: puts down the osteoregenerator for the subdermal regenerator and begins healing the soft tissues around the b
(21:57:09) DoctorTav: bones in Chance's wrist ::
(21:57:19) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ All ships, attack those weapons!
(21:58:06) LtCmdrBusard: :: Scrambles to try to find something to block the huge ordinance heading towards Vinland::
(21:58:44) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The Federation Fleet surges forward and opens fire when in range.
(21:59:13) CdrTKirr: :: as much as her training tells her to look ahead towards the other weapons, can't help but watch the energy weapon heading towards the starbase and concentrates on whether or not their weapons will be effective in stopping it ::
(22:00:01) LordCoburn: :: Grins. :: Oh, no. Sorry, Ian. + Fleetwide, encrypted. + All ships, intercept! Ashe, you up for taking them head on while our lovely colleague attempts a flanking maneuver?
(22:00:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Evasive patterns 12-alpha, 15-delta, and 13-gamma, in that order!
(22:00:24) CdrHarper: Aye, sir! :: starts flying the evasives ::
(22:00:59) EnsignJohnTChance: Thanks, doc. Then we don't need to mention that know...the one with the two wheels and the antigrav trucks in the rear they were selling on sale at Deep Space whatever that we stopped at? Cause I certainly wasn't riding that in the bay when I was supposed to be taking sir!
(22:01:41) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Incoming enemy fire starts to rock Atlantis, as well as most of the other ships on the front lines.
(22:02:55) LordCoburn: +Fleetwide, continued+ Renzik, hold back a moment. I want you and the Queen of Afric ready to make sure the first ship to slip past knows it hasn't been forgotten in the commotion.
(22:02:59) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Group beta, high, group delta, low!
(22:04:08) CdrTKirr: :: wants to know what happened to the gigantic plasma thingy ::
(22:04:12) LtJGAlexisWright: :: micromanages the deflector arrays to minimize the rocking and shaking ::
(22:04:39) LordCoburn: ACTION> Oh, and the pirates do indeed have fighters. Lots of them, deploying in a swarm along with two other specially outfitted freighters to serve as a final layer of defense between the Federation ships and the siege guns.
(22:05:09) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Ten ships in each group break formation and go above and below the plane of battle.
(22:05:29) DoctorTav: :: finishes with the subdermal regenerator :: Nope. And you didn't tell me that. But let me give you a thought: If you were going to do something like that, you would do it aboard the holodeck, where certain safety systems can be implemented, and where you can do stuff like that without possibly damaging equipment or experiments. Under... :: rocks with the blast and looks up at the lights as though that would give him any information as to wha
(22:05:39) VAdmBlackthorne: (Mike, IM)
(22:05:40) DoctorTav: what just happened :: Well, looks like it's time to get started with the current situation.
(22:05:56) LordCoburn: ACTION> Oh, the giant plasma thingy? It has slammed into Vinland's shields with monumental force. Said shields are holding steady...for now. But given that the Three Storms start up a steady firing rotation, that won;t last forever.
(22:07:10) LtJGAlexisWright: :: continuing to access the databanks for The Three Storms ::
(22:07:17) ColDougMcKnight: ( Scratch that. Renzik can lead the head on intercept. Coburn and the Surprise will lead the reserve ships personally.)
(22:07:22) EnsignJohnTChance: What the hell was that, doc? No kidding. Fix me. Send me back to duty. Maybe I can help.
(22:08:27) DoctorTav: :: looks back at Chance :: Of course. You're all set. Take it easy on that wrist for the next several hours, but it shouldn't keep you from your standard duties.
(22:09:14) DoctorTav: Besides the spores, were you working on anything in relation to our current situation?
(22:09:45) CdrTKirr: :: monitors beta and delta formations a moment before reassessing the freighter weaponry ::
(22:09:52) Ashexana: +Coburn+ I'll take the flank, dear, to shall I say, maximize the unique advantages of the Rixx.
(22:10:04) CdrHarper: They are launching fighters, Admiral.
(22:10:37) EnsignJohnTChance: ::bows akwardly:: Thanks for the help, doc. Hopefully, you won't have a busy day.'
(22:11:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks at the scrum on the viewer and wonders if he's about to send the Sharks on a suicide mission :
(22:12:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: levelly :: Get out there, Kate. And watch your six.
(22:12:24) DoctorTav: :: nods once :: Thank you, Ensign.
(22:12:26) CdrHarper: Aye sir. :: secures her station and calmly walks into the turbolift :: Assault Bay.
(22:12:31) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes the helm ::
(22:13:31) Ashexana: :: has her ship positioned near Atlantis, cloaked ::
(22:13:41) Ashexana: Plasma torpedo, fire. :: sips at her tea ::
(22:14:29) CdrTKirr: :: notes the exchange with it ending in Blackthorne at helm and returns her attention to her monitor ::
(22:14:32) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A plasma torpedo slams into our shields, rocking us about and almost knocking over a bottle of whisky on Jack's bar.
(22:15:01) CdrTKirr: (( batten down the hatches fail ))
(22:15:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Jack> :: re-secures his bottles :
(22:15:31) CdrTKirr: :: is rocked ::
(22:15:45) CdrTKirr: :: immediately looked to where that came from ::
(22:16:01) LtJGAlexisWright: :: urgently reviewing scanners :: Sir! That torpedo was fired from what looks like a cloaked ship off our port bow!
(22:16:17) DoctorTav: :: rocks with the rest of the ship, but a little less than on the bridge since Sickbay is more toward the middle of the ship ::
(22:16:21) CdrHarper: :: brings Atlantis about to find someone to blame :: Ashexana.
(22:16:30) CdrHarper: (Ian^)
(22:16:43) CdrHarper: :: arrives in the Assault Bay and suits up in the locker room ::
(22:16:55) LordCoburn: + Bernie + You'll have some backup...but we shouldn't expect her to announce when and where, it seems. Maintain formation, and signal me if and when you wouldn't be offended by the offer of reinforcements.
(22:17:26) Ashexana: :: has moved, not firing twice from the same position :: Fire.
(22:18:05) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Again we're slammed by a plasma torpedo, further weakening our shields.
(22:18:27) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm tracking the subspace pattern disruptions around her cloak, sir, give me a few more seconds to get a lock.
(22:18:31) CdrHarper: Bring all weapons to bear on the target at heading two six five mark two!
(22:18:43) CdrHarper: (Ian again, dammit)
(22:19:12) ScytheBernaea: +Coburn+ I noticed that. Wonderful of her to announce our presence before I ordered it. ::growls, then looks to her navigation:: Pull around to the ship's aft, and fire at will. :: She grins:: Pull out the big guns, and aim for her engines::
(22:19:29) LtJGAlexisWright: :: feeds the readings to helm and tactical in real-time ::
(22:20:14) ScytheBernaea: ACTION> Another ship, cloaked, fires from behind the Atlantis, with what looks like a combination of torpedoes and GIGANTIC irradiated railguns. Rockin' the ship from its ass.
(22:20:21) LtKuari: :: paces in place somewhere she's stationed, hating that she can't do anything in a ship-to-ship battle but wait ::
(22:21:15) CdrHarper: Now THAT we can track, it's too much in one place. Aft torpedos! :: brings Atlantis about hard, targeting the fireworks show ::
(22:21:45) CdrHarper: (...)
(22:22:37) CdrHarper: :: emerges from the locker room, running to the Boudica, helmet in hand ::
(22:23:09) ScytheBernaea: :: Laughs :: And so it begins. Navigation, keep us out of their sight, if you please.
(22:24:30) ScytheBernaea: ACTION> The Keres, being a much smaller tactical ship, continues to follow the movement of the Atlantis and stays perpetually at her rear. The Keres also drops cloak in favor of higher shields, since she's now a target.
(22:24:49) CdrHarper: :: climbs into the Boudica and powers up, running through a quick pre-flight :: +Sharks+ Sharks, Firefly, commcheck.
(22:25:22) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Sharks+ Check check, Commander.
(22:25:46) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Neptune, Mars, target that ship that just decloaked on our six!
(22:26:02) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Neptune and Mars, two Defiant-class vessels, converge on the Keres.
(22:26:09) CdrTKirr: :: takes tactical, fires aft torpedos in her best approximation of the cloaked vessel's direction ::
(22:26:26) CdrTKirr: (( decloaked what ))
(22:26:30) LtJGAlexisWright: :: swears under her breath :: Her erratic movements and extremely sophisticated cloak are making her impossible to track.
(22:26:57) CdrTKirr: (( Oh you just actioned that, missed it sorry ))
(22:27:16) Ashexana: I wonder if poor Blackthorne feels singled out? Fire.
(22:27:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Quantums aft!
(22:28:07) CdrTKirr: :: fires on the Keres, quantum torpedos ::
(22:28:12) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another plasma torpedo batters us, sending a potted plant into a wall in sickbay.
(22:28:33) VAdmBlackthorne: :: holds on to the console :: Shield status?
(22:29:13) CdrTKirr: Aft shields sixty percent
(22:29:15) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Our targets are the fighters protecting those weapon-ships. Keep tight with your wingmen and watch each other. It will be hell out there.
(22:29:16) LordCoburn: :: Monitoring the situation, considering how best the flank group can utilize its assets. :: Cerberus, Blue Nile! Move in, give Keres some covering fire!
(22:29:38) LordCoburn: They want to use Defiants? Happy to oblige.
(22:30:03) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pulls herself from being shaken from her seat:: And decreasing slowly, sir. But we can't keep this up for long.
(22:30:20) LtJGAlexisWright: :: is attempting to pinpoint Ashexana's location with bloody SONAR, for the love of Pete ::
(22:30:21) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watches the tactical display, seeing the response :: Endeavour, go multivector and join the assault on target alpha-two.
(22:30:27) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ Understood, standing by to give them hell, sir.
(22:30:35) VAdmBlackthorne: (Fail, sound doesn't travel in space, so no SONAR!)
(22:31:00) CdrHarper: +Bridge+ Sharks are ready to launch.
(22:31:25) LtJGAlexisWright: (the point is that I'm trying everything I can think of)
(22:31:50) VAdmBlackthorne: +Firefly+ Go, and good hunting!
(22:31:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: really hopes they don't all get plastered ::
(22:32:10) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Launch!
(22:32:21) ScytheBernaea: :: Frowns at hearing the lock-on:: Evasive maneuvers, gentlemen! :: It's a near-miss, but the ship manages to dodge around the torpedo::
(22:32:58) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Grins:: Crazy Horse, launching! :: ZzzzoooOOooomm::
(22:33:14) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: launches ::
(22:33:14) LtJGAlexisWright: (replace sound waves with tachyons or subspace pulses or something equivalent omg)
(22:33:28) CdrHarper: :: picks up off the deck and floors it out the door ::
(22:34:30) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The groups near the top and bottom of the near spherical battle do seem to be making some headway as a few pirate ships fall.
(22:34:39) LordCoburn: Ah, and there's our cue, gentlemen!
(22:35:32) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The Prometheus-class Endeavour splits into three and joins the attack on the Keres.
(22:36:27) CdrTKirr: :: keeps on the Keres, at times glancing to her display to see if the other cloaked vessel has shown up yet ::
(22:36:44) Ashexana: :: satisfied with their new position :: Fire.
(22:37:31) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another plasma torpedo slams into the shields, this time causing a console in waste management to explode.
(22:37:51) CdrTKirr: :: notices the blip as Ashexana fires and, having no torpedos in that direction, spots at it with phasers hoping to catch it in time and highlight her shielding for all to see ::
(22:38:20) Ashexana: : the Rixx's shields are struck by the phaser, but the agile bird quickly darts away to find another position ::
(22:38:32) LordCoburn: ACTION> It's a bitch to line up the targeting solution, but as the USS Concorde leads a small group threatening to break through the cordon, it suddenly eats Surprise's main gun. A ten ton ferrous slug, magnetically propelled at the better part of light speed. Given the pounding its shields have already taken, the capital ship goes reeling from a direct
(22:38:54) LtJGAlexisWright: :: sends a text message to +Percy+'s PADD :: I'm out of ideas on ways to see Ashexana. Any thoughts?
(22:38:56) VAdmBlackthorne: (HAY I JUST NAMED THAT ONE)
(22:39:47) DoctorTav: ((please note that I cannot find Waste Management anywhere on the deck layout. Not that I think we don't need it and shouldn't have it, but I like to visualize where on the ship stuff like that is happening ))
(22:39:50) LordCoburn: hit to its primary hull. A full attack wing swoops in on the ship and the escorts who move in to try and give it time to recover. Meanwhile, two fighter wings zoom in through the increasingly hectic melee to bombard the Endeavor's sections.
(22:39:56) LordCoburn: (You didn't date the list! It's not my fault!)
(22:40:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (Do you really wanna know where it is?)
(22:40:04) LtJGAlexisWright: (( It's on the poop deck ))
(22:40:13) VAdmBlackthorne: (I see what you did there.)
(22:40:40) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Challenger, Gemini, Soyuz, cover the Concorde!
(22:40:56) LtJGAlexisWright: (( I made myself lol ))
(22:41:38) CdrHarper: :: finds herself embroiled in the fighters moving toward the main group ::
(22:41:41) CdrTKirr: :: concentrates on the ships she can see, deciding if they go down first that's one less they have to deal with, visible or not ::
(22:42:01) CdrTKirr: :: despite her Sciencey instincts to find the sucker ::
(22:42:36) VAdmBlackthorne: (3 minutes!)
(22:43:36) Ashexana: Fire.
(22:43:38) LtCmdrBusard: :: Types away at her keyboard:: +Wright+ It's possible that if we can store some energy in the forward sensor array, we could send out a brief but bright beacon flash to flood an area we suspect Ashexana to be. It may be that it will take a moment for the ship's cloak to adjust to that intensity.
(22:44:13) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another plasma torpedo finds its way to Atlantis's shields, causing them to fall to critical levels.
(22:44:14) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: very quickly has no lack of targets to spit at, rotating through her weapons as fast as she can ::
(22:44:17) LordCoburn: ACTION> The Tortuga and the Bonhomme Richard emerge from the flaming cloud of wreckage that used to be an Intrepid, and join the two ships xurrently attempting to buy Keres some breathing room.
(22:44:46) CdrTKirr: Starboard shields failing!
(22:44:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Divert power from anything unnecessary!
(22:45:11) CdrTKirr: :: feeds power from waste management ::
(22:45:36) LtCmdrBusard: Right, time to shut off things. :: And with that, power to just about every non-essential system is diverted to the shields::
(22:46:13) LtCmdrBusard: We're up ten percent, sir, and holding for the moment.
(22:46:15) CdrHarper: :: drops in behind a pirate fighter and gets a MT lock, fires ::
(22:46:20) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:46:22) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:46:24) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:46:33) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pause::
(22:46:34) LtJGAlexisWright: :: cuts power to crew quarters, replicators, ... :: ||
(22:46:43) CdrTKirr: Will the pirate fighter explode? Stay tuned next week to find out!
(22:46:45) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(22:46:46) ScytheBernaea: :: Pauses mid-stab::
(22:46:51) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(22:46:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Whooooo!
(22:47:27) LtLedaHarper: So much blasty.
(22:47:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely done, folks, and it'll be even more intense next week.
(22:47:50) CdrTKirr: Sure will
(22:47:57) DoctorTav: So I had put waste management on Deck 22 next to turbolift maintenance, but then I noticed that the pool is a deck down.
(22:48:05) LordCoburn: Nice. Well, relatively. Hopefully, I'll be more with it next week. I'm afraid to admit I started this one off barely awake and dealing with misfiring nerves.
(22:48:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, no, bad place for it.
(22:48:25) LtJGAlexisWright: Damn Ashexana and her damn cloak that she can maintain while firing. Damn
(22:48:46) LtJGAlexisWright: so much h8
(22:48:54) LordCoburn: At this rate, she'd likely to start taking some hits in the crossfire, so maybe we'l get lucky.
(22:48:56) Ashexana: It's just business, dear, no offense.
(22:49:06) CdrTKirr: Feel better, Mike. =/
(22:49:30) LordCoburn: Oh, I'm doing better now. It's just something that happens sometimes when I wake abruptly after not having enough sleep.
(22:49:35) LordCoburn: But thank you. :)
(22:49:35) LtKuari: :: wants to pounce on Ashexana ::
(22:49:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Check IM
(22:50:04) ScytheBernaea: Murr. Stupid nerves. Sometimes they really suck.
(22:50:06) LtJGAlexisWright: :: wants to acquire and study the cloak ::
(22:50:38) LtCmdrBusard: :: Wants a hot dog?::
(22:50:52) LtJGAlexisWright: :: OM NOM NOM ::
(22:50:55) DoctorTav: :: wants to know why there was a potted plant in Sickbay ::
(22:51:32) VAdmBlackthorne: It was a sentient plant, one of the crew. His name was Ensign Green.
(22:51:43) LtCmdrBusard: Incidentally, he's an aloe.
(22:51:46) LtCmdrBusard: So there's that.
(22:51:59) DoctorTav: Now his name is Ensign Dumpty. Ensign... Never mind, that is just too bad a joke
(22:52:40) DoctorTav: Even for me
(22:53:06) LtJGAlexisWright: I didn't get it.
(22:53:29) DoctorTav: Ensign Humpty Dumpty. Like I said, a bad joke
(22:53:31) DoctorTav: And obscure
(22:53:50) LtJGAlexisWright: Oh, I got that you were going for Humpty Dumpty, I just can't figure out why.
(22:54:07) DoctorTav: He had a great fall. His pot broke
(22:55:21) LtJGAlexisWright: :: pats Tav ::
(22:55:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Ouch, the condescendapat.
(22:55:52) LtJGAlexisWright: XD
(22:57:02) DoctorTav: I am not validating it with a response. :: folds his arms like a toddler and turns away from the condescendor ::
(22:58:01) LtJGAlexisWright: I know. I'm a big stinky poopyhead.
(22:58:09) Ashexana left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(22:58:32) DoctorTav: We know which deck our quarters are on!
(22:58:44) DoctorTav: YOUR
(22:58:49) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, for my first SIM, I hope I did okay
(22:59:13) DoctorTav: You gave me a lot of good stuff to respond and react to
(22:59:17) LtJGAlexisWright: You have my approval as a fellow new kid.
(22:59:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, welcome aboard. :)
(22:59:48) CdrTKirr: Yes, glad to have you keep Tav busy. Nobody blew up and went to Sickbay yet, so.
(22:59:48) EnsignJohnTChance: Cool! Thanks, mate!
(23:00:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Yet.
(23:00:48) DoctorTav: Yet
(23:00:56) DoctorTav: .
(23:00:56) CdrTKirr: Dun dun DUN....
(23:01:24) DoctorTav: Having that sung would sound better coming from Kuari.
(23:01:56) LtKuari: :: copies exactly ::
(23:02:07) EnsignJohnTChance: I still think we ought to beam a ship-full of Tribbles into the engine room of a passing Klingon Ship for grins!
(23:02:09) CdrTKirr: -_-
(23:02:14) DoctorTav: Well. Okay then.
(23:02:40) CdrTKirr: Probably not top priority in the middle of a war.
(23:02:41) DoctorTav: Please don't supply the Tribble. I do not want them in Sickbay
(23:03:11) EnsignJohnTChance: Let's face it...Klingons suck!
(23:03:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, see y'all next week!
(23:03:32) DoctorTav: What? That's how you have to eat Gagh
(23:03:48) LtJGAlexisWright: Like pressure inversions.
(23:03:57) LtJGAlexisWright: <3 G'night, y'all!