Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed Apr 18 20:53:27 2012 on (irc)

(20:53:27) The topic for #ussatlantis is: 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.
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(20:56:21) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(20:56:53) LtLedaHarper left the room.
(20:59:42) LordCoburn [] entered the room.
(20:59:56) LordCoburn: Evening.
(21:00:16) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:01:21) DoctorTav [] entered the room.
(21:01:35) DoctorTav: Gooooooooooooooooooood evening
(21:01:40) LordCoburn: Hoy!
(21:02:03) Ashexana [] entered the room.
(21:02:16) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:02:35) LtJGAlexisWright [] entered the room.
(21:02:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(21:03:16) LtJGAlexisWright: Sorry I late
(21:03:20) CdrTKirr: Hello
(21:03:29) LordCoburn: Fine by me. But PM forthcoming.
(21:03:47) LtKuari [] entered the room.
(21:04:52) LtLedaHarper [] entered the room.
(21:05:12) LordCoburn: Evening, Harper.
(21:08:31) LtLedaHarper: I keep wanting to ask WHICH Harper.
(21:08:53) CdrHarper: :: stares :: Interloper.
(21:09:01) LtJGAlexisWright: Harper 1 & Harper 2?
(21:09:29) LtLedaHarper: Hey. I am taking real pleasure in breaking the One Steve Rule here.
(21:11:26) DoctorTav: :: checks confidential medical records :: Yep. One of you has a birthmark in an intimate spot. I am not at liberty to say which of you that is.
(21:11:51) LtLedaHarper: :: eyes Harper ::
(21:12:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Better than a tattoo that says WELCOME ABOARD!
(21:13:00) LtLedaHarper: Yeah, no.
(21:13:24) DoctorTav: Let's not look outside the boat. Periscope Down.
(21:14:09) DoctorTav: And I REALLY botched that one
(21:14:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get going.
(21:14:45) LtJGAlexisWright: ::aa in advance ::
(21:14:51) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(21:14:55) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(21:16:09) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:16:28) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: We are embroiled in the largest space battle that most aboard have seen, starting with fifty pirate ships versus thirty seven of us and a Starbase, with several squadrons of fighters in the works. The pirates have three giant plasma torpedo-firing ships battering Vinland from outside its weapons range.
(21:17:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:18:22) DoctorTav: ACTION > Crickets chirp
(21:18:26) LordCoburn: I'd hope not on my end.
(21:18:26) VAdmBlackthorne: I take that as a no, so let's go.
(21:18:28) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:18:29) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:18:30) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:19:06) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watching three consoles at once ::
(21:19:46) VAdmBlackthorne: :: at the helm, trying to keep Atlantis from taking too much damage in the scrum ::
(21:20:01) CdrTKirr: :: shooting stuff from Tactical ::
(21:20:30) LordCoburn: ::Still coordinating the fleet from the bridge of the Surprise, notes as the group of Third Fleet ships converge to cover the stricken Concorde. :: Oh, no. I am not letting a Sovereign back into the fight. If they want to take its punches, they'd better have iron jaws. Launch the gunboats!
(21:21:00) LtJGAlexisWright: I still can't find the cloaked ship, Admiral, her ability to fire through the cloak implies more sophisticated technology than our own.
(21:21:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Not necessarily more sophisticated, she just didn't have a treaty to obey.
(21:21:54) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: dogfights with enemy fighters ::
(21:22:31) LtJGAlexisWright: :: nods grimly and keeps looking ::
(21:22:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watching the "three storms" pound VInland :: We have to get pressure on those torpedo ships, but we'll never break through in time.
(21:23:03) LordCoburn: ACTION> Enter Larry, Moe, Curly and Shemp. Yes, really. Four smaller vessels emerge from hangars on Surprise's ventral hull. As Surprise herself advances and fires again with its main gun at Concorde or any other ship that wants to get in the way, the four gunboats form up to unleash a torrent of photons at the Fed formation.
(21:24:15) DoctorTav: :: takes a quick breather and brings up reports from the bridge to help determine the best course of action. Seeing what is going on, he sees that it's going to be quite a day :: Computer, activate EMH in Triage.
(21:24:39) LtJGAlexisWright: :: continues diverting power from crew quarters, replicators, labs, transporters, holodecks, and everything else she can sacrifice to pour power into shields ::
(21:25:06) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Challenger, Soyuz, and Gemini, being a Galaxy and two Akiras, respectively, turn toward the oncoming gunboats and put out some respectable firepower.
(21:25:14) DoctorTav: ACTION> The EMH is activated in the empty Triage Center.
(21:25:56) DoctorTav: EMH> Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
(21:26:37) Ashexana: :: finds another nice place out of the way to hit Atlantis :: Fire.
(21:26:51) DoctorTav: EMH> +Tav+ Emergency Medical Hologram to Doctor Tav. Please explain why I have been activated in an empty Triage Center.
(21:27:07) DoctorTav: +EMH+ Stand by. I'll have work for you very, very soon.
(21:27:10) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another plasma torpedo hits our shields, almost causing them to fail.
(21:27:25) DoctorTav: EMH> +Tav+ Acknowledged.
(21:27:58) CdrTKirr: Another plasma torpedo, shield failure imminent. :: continues to concentrate on targets she can see ::
(21:28:14) DoctorTav: EMH> :: grumbles something under his breath about stupid living people ::
(21:28:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Bloody hell, I'm tired of that bitch ramming torpedos up our tailpipe.
(21:28:52) CdrTKirr: As am I.
(21:29:26) LtJGAlexisWright: Shields are critical. Request permission to divert power from ALL non-essential functions to prop up the shields.
(21:29:27) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Endeavour, Discovery, Viking, Apollo, form up with Atlantis. The next plasma torpedo that comes out of nowhere, I want a blanket of phaser and torpedo fire back at it!
(21:29:57) ColDougMcKnight: :: Hails Bernie aboard the Keres:: Bernie, focus your fire on the Mars. Bomber wings can handle that new ship of theirs. And move on once you've disabled that Defiant! You'll waste too much time and munitions battering apart the armor entirely.
(21:30:22) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm adjusting the shield and deflector arrays to maximum efficiency versus plasma weapons.
(21:30:28) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm going to have to send the Sharks after those torpedo ships.
(21:30:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Do it, Wright.
(21:32:14) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, Sir. +Shipwide+ All hands, prepare for power loss in all non-essential functions.
(21:32:51) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The gunboats, not having the shields or armor of a capital ship, wisely do not try to slug it out. They just fire off their volleys, then retreat back to try and escape the optimal weapons range of their opponents, knowing they can't pursue without abandoning the Concorde.
(21:33:20) LordCoburn: Kenja, Jar'Kai, Muping, forward! Keep the pressure on while my kids form up for another volley!
(21:33:20) CdrTKirr: :: pulls power from weapons, knowing that if they don't exist they can't keep shooting anyway ::
(21:33:35) DoctorTav: :: gets up from his desk and walks over to Dr. Nolan :: Alex, would you go up to Triage? We're going to be getting a lot of injuries. I've never seen anything like what is going on out there. I've activated the EMH to assist you, and I am sure that he would appreciate someone to direct him... and keep him company until those pirates provide that.
(21:34:24) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns :: +CdrHarper+ Firefly, this is Atlantis One. Your new targets are the three torpedo ships battering Vinland.
(21:34:38) LtJGAlexisWright: :: all lighting in populated areas of the ship decreases to emergency lighting, except Sickbay ::
(21:34:47) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: looks up from his sorting of hypos and makes a face :: Yeah, I'll get right up there.
(21:34:53) CdrHarper: +A1+ Roger that, Atlantis One.
(21:35:35) DoctorTav: Thank you. :: walks around Sickbay, making sure that the nurses and medical equipment are all in order and ready for hell ::
(21:35:36) VAdmBlackthorne: +Firefly+ I am placing you in command of all fighter wings in this battle. Take at least Vinland's and Gemini's with you.
(21:35:59) CdrHarper: +A1+ Aye sir.
(21:36:33) CdrHarper: +Sharks and all other fighters+ All Fighters, this is Firefly. New targets are the three torpedo ships firing on Vinland. Form up and advance!
(21:37:24) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: blows a fighter to smithereens and comes about, gets her bearings, and throttles up towards her wing :: Torp ships, oh yeah.
(21:37:39) LordCoburn: :: Frowns as the Tortuga briefly makes a second star for this system with its violent passing, but at least the Mars has been stilled, hopefully damaged enough to be out of the fight. :: That's my girl.
(21:38:09) CdrHarper: :: heads that way as fighters appear nearby ::
(21:38:36) Ashexana: :: having relocated, she's wary of the ships surrounding Atlantis ::
(21:38:54) LordCoburn: :: And a moment later, on an encrypted frequency, he gets news that ACTUALLY makes him smile. :: +Fleetwide+ Bernie, break off and return to the main body. All ships, pull back 200,000 kilometers. Tighten the cordons in grids 327 and 859.
(21:39:05) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: heads up to Triage, not looking forward to the company he's about to keep ::
(21:40:09) LordCoburn: ACTION> It's a messy business, but as Surprise and Concorde's groups hammer away at each other, the pirate ships begin to give a bit of ground. In good order, mind you!
(21:40:32) CdrTKirr: :: manages to take in a calming breath as the ships surrounding them take some of the load off their shields ::
(21:40:35) VAdmBlackthorne: They're falling back. +Fleetwide+ Press the advantage and advance!
(21:40:47) DoctorTav: EMH> :: is looking at the doors as the swish open and Dr. Nolan walks through. :: Oh, good. Dr. Tav sent you to babysit me, did he? You'll be happy to know that I am just standing here, twiddling my thumbs.
(21:42:24) CdrTKirr: :: allows the shields to charge somewhat despite the temptation to reallocate to weapons, needing to restore some of their defenses for what's to come ::
(21:42:46) Ashexana: :: Decides to take the chance, since Atlantis's shields are very low and could potentially fall with this shot :: Fire.
(21:43:17) VAdmBlackthorne: There! Incoming! +Atlantis Group+ Fire on that shot's origin!
(21:43:34) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods. :: That's far enough! Bomber wings 2 through 7, full salvo, target the leading ships! That ought to be enough to slow up their advance just a moment.
(21:44:02) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Endeavour, Viking, Discovery, and Apollo blanket the area with phasers and torpedos!
(21:44:06) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: raises an eyebrow that a Vulcan would welcome :: Well if you want to be babysat, look for someone else. I'm here to work.
(21:44:10) LordCoburn: (I do not remember changing up tabs there. Weird.)
(21:44:46) CdrTKirr: (( Aw I thought McKnight had bomber wings ))
(21:45:00) Ashexana: :: the Rixx takes a few direct hits without shields, causing her to drop her tea ::
(21:45:06) LordCoburn: (If he did, he would have mentioned it before now!)
(21:45:51) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Buuuut the plasma torpedo hits squarely, causing our shields to almost fail yet again.
(21:46:14) LtJGAlexisWright: :: oof ::
(21:46:14) DoctorTav: EMH> Huh. :: Looks around the empty Triage Center and takes a few steps toward Nolan :: Well, I'm not sure what you plan to do. Here. :: grabs Nolan by the wrists and brings his hands close together :: Why don't you twiddle your thumbs as well?
(21:46:24) CdrTKirr: Shields critical. :: states the obvious ::
(21:46:29) Ashexana: :: as the hail continues, her tactical officer yells :: Tac> Ma'am, we have to decloak and raise shields!
(21:47:06) CdrTKirr: DrNolan> :: falls over as the ship is hit, pulling the EMH to the floor with him ::
(21:47:15) Ashexana: Blast it. Very well, deactivate cloak, transfer all power to shields, and fire again once visible.
(21:47:54) CdrTKirr: Wright, is the cloaked vessel emitting anything we can track due to damage?
(21:47:55) LordCoburn: :: Notes that!:: Wing 4! Give Ashe some help, and pour some fire on Atlantis! They'll sure as hell hold up a moment to protect their flagship!
(21:48:28) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Ashexana's ship appears beneath Atlantis, becoming visible for the first time to us as a graceful arcing center hull with five smaller sections near the rear, two on each side.
(21:48:32) LtJGAlexisWright: She's on sensors, sir!
(21:48:33) DoctorTav: :: as the ship's grav plating compensates and the shuddering stops, stumbles over to the nearest screen to check for any casualties of that hit, seeing that a couple will be on their way ::
(21:48:53) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> And it fires another plasma torpedo!
(21:49:07) Ashexana: Begin to move to rejoin the main fleet.
(21:49:13) LtJGAlexisWright: :: manually adjusts deflectors ::
(21:49:24) VAdmBlackthorne: There she is, but she's fired again. Anything with weapons, T'Kirr?
(21:50:38) CdrTKirr: :: fires at the torpedo, attempting to explode it prematurely ::
(21:51:05) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The torpedo impacts as the defensive group around Atlantis opens fire on the Rixx.
(21:51:13) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Our shields fail!
(21:51:41) CdrTKirr: Shields have failed, suggest evasive maneuvers.
(21:52:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Erect forcefields around all critical areas of the ship in case of boarding parties!
(21:52:42) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As most of the fleet zooms on past Atlantis and her defenders to follow Blackthorne's order to advance, sensors will suddenly detect an anomylous subspace distortion...
(21:52:42) VAdmBlackthorne: :: has been doing nothing but evasive maneuvers since they got here ::
(21:52:49) LtJGAlexisWright: :: does so :
(21:53:44) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And the Norway Class USS Thunderer is suddenly nothing more than a rapidly expanding cloud of flaming wreckage, though sadly, this is space, so there's no boom to make the name really ironic.
(21:53:56) LtJGAlexisWright: :: notes a light blinking on one of her consoles and leans over to take a closer look ::
(21:54:00) DoctorTav: :: watches the casualty counts on the viewscreen as the fight becomes more and more intense ::
(21:54:01) VAdmBlackthorne: +Atlantis group+ Tighten up on us, we've lost shields!
(21:54:05) CdrTKirr: :: makes use of their torpedos and compromised phasers, firing on more distant targets to avoid attracting attention or sending debris at their unprotected hull ::
(21:54:28) Ashexana: :: sends another plasma torpedo at the unshielded Atlantis before joining up with the Surprise ::
(21:55:11) Ashexana: Tac> Shields at sixty percent from all the fire we took getting here.
(21:55:19) CdrTKirr: Brace for impact!
(21:55:49) LtJGAlexisWright: :: blinks :: Admiral, we've lost the Thunderer!
(21:56:04) CdrTKirr: :: attempts to intercept the torpedo with all Atlantis has ::
(21:56:10) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The plasma torpedo slams into our ablative armor, but still manages to cause widespread havoc and injuries. Electrical problems, consoles explodes, all sorts of terribleness.
(21:56:40) VAdmBlackthorne: She was doing fine, what got her?
(21:56:40) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Moments later, that same subspace distortion will be registered, moments before a second explosion severs the USS Conquerer from its port warp nacelle.
(21:57:14) LtLedaHarper: :: The Atlantis Marines, most of them on alert for boarders, are getting jostled just as badly as everyone else - worse in some cases since they don't have consoles to brace against. The first couple of injuries that limp through the Medbay door are one fellow with a broken arm supporting another with a mild concussion on his good side. The next is a burn case. Then things start to get hard to catalog. ::
(21:57:20) CdrHarper: :: advancing toward the torpedo ships with the rest of the Sharks, having to fight off a fighter here and there ::
(21:57:44) LtJGAlexisWright: :: swearing creatively :: I don't know sir, but it's whatever got the Conqueror!
(21:58:02) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: follows after CdrHarper, picking off a target here and there ::
(21:58:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Whatever isn't good enough, figure it out, Lieutenant!
(21:58:51) LtJGAlexisWright: :: hands fly over the console, eyes flicking past screens of data :: Admiral, advise fleetwide all stop! I ..I think we're looking at a minefield.
(21:59:19) DoctorTav: :: is blown away from his viewscreen and finds himself lying on his back fifteen feet away from the viewscreen. Amazingly, after only a second, he is able to lift his head and take measure of himself and sickbay. Sickbay is a mess and is going to be fun to try to navigate for the time being. Tav stands quickly, glad that he is able to do so after a throw like that. He takes in the first of the Marines and leads him to a BioBed, which he clears
(21:59:33) DoctorTav: Lie here! :: scans the Marine and puts a green tag on his good arm ::
(21:59:59) CdrHarper: :: the Jets from the Gemini, and the Berserkers from Vinland, have joined the Sharks ::
(22:00:33) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Stop the advance, possible mines!
(22:01:30) LtJGAlexisWright: :: plotting the two detonations and looks for subspace ripples as the fleet comes to a halt ::
(22:02:20) CdrTKirr: :: concentrates on reclaiming shields, but takes a moment to check scans of the distortions ::
(22:02:44) Ashexana: :: takes a moment as the fleet skids to a panicked stop to send another plasma torpedo at Atlantis ::
(22:02:46) LordCoburn: ACTION> Oh, and it's actually a very good thing that there are marines in sickbay...because that's when heavily armed boarding parties with their combat droid helpers start to materialize on deck 15. Can't lock down sickbay without closing it off to wounded! :)
(22:04:03) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Discovery takes the plasma torpedo for us with a quick reaction from her helm.
(22:04:59) DoctorTav: :: turns and bolts to the burn victim, grabbing a tricorder that somehow didn't get knocked to the ground in the blast has he does so. He scans the burn victim and calls the readings to one of his nurses :: Second and third degree burns to twelve percent of his body surface. :: points to a far biobed :: Take him over there and apply a burn kit to his face first, then the rest of his burns. :: Tav turns to the Marine with the concussion and sca
(22:05:27) LtLedaHarper: :: Atlantis' bruised flanks shriek and groan internally as metal and what's left of the shielding shift under external pressure. That, and the occasional explosion, make for a hell of a racket - the dimmed lighting isn't helping matters. Medbay is now dealing with a steady flow of wounded. It's not too bad. Yet. Lt Harper is bodily carrying in a badly burned ensign when the shouts of alarm go up behind her, and she is grim-mouthed a
(22:05:30) DoctorTav: :: Tav turns to the Marine with the concussion and scans him :: Minor concuss... :: in shock, Tav turns to the Sickbay doors and sees the boarding party :: Oh, shit.
(22:05:38) LordCoburn: +Fleetwide+ That's the only breather we're going to get. Load 'em if you've got 'em, as they say. Ashe, you can command the reserve ships while you get your bearings. As for me, I do believe it's time we went all in.
(22:05:47) CdrTKirr: :: breathes in relief and attempts to fire back at the cloaked vessel ::
(22:06:16) LtJGAlexisWright: Sir, I have a very nasty feeling that these are subspace mines... which means we can't see them until we trip them. Request permission to launch probes into probably minefield location to trigger detonation.
(22:06:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Granted.
(22:07:10) LtJGAlexisWright: :: launches a half dozen probes in a spread toward the probable minefield location and waits for booms ::
(22:07:52) LtKuari: Boarding party in Sickbay, Beta squad deploy immediately!
(22:09:06) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watching the probes not exploding yet ::
(22:09:16) ColDougMcKnight: :: Stationed in the vicinity of engineering when the alert comes in. :: Fuck! McGann, take a squad up to reinforce sickbay! I'll stay here for the moment in case the bastards get clever!
(22:09:43) LtLedaHarper: (So, I got cut off. Last bit: ) - she is grim-mouthed and silent as she drops the woman off in a bed and nods sharply to Tav. ::
(22:10:18) LtLedaHarper: :: Harper, luckily, is in one piece and in full armor. She pivots on her heel, sidearm snapping up, dashing hard for the crowded doorway while shouting unhelpfully at the smatter of incoming wounded to move, move, MOVE. ::
(22:10:37) Ashexana: +Fleetwide+ Reserve vessels, fire at will.
(22:10:43) LtJGAlexisWright: ( waiting for ACTION to happen to the probes )
(22:11:29) CdrHarper: +Sharks, plus Jets and Berserkers+ Mind those escort ships around the torpedo ships, we do not know what they are capable of.
(22:11:44) LordCoburn: :: Grins nostalgically as a site to site transport puts him on the bridge of his first command from back during his smuggling days, Bernie waiting for him at the weapons console. :: Pre-flight...looks good. Co-pilot looks VERY good. Errol Flynn launch is a go!
(22:12:55) LtJGAlexisWright: ( ... )
(22:12:55) LtKuari: :: transports into Sickbay with five other marines to assist in apprehending the boarding party ::
(22:13:33) LordCoburn: :: The first things he notices upon launch is how far the Starfleet fighters have gotten. As such, he hails those escort ships as if to answer Harper's question.:: +Escorts+ Bullfrog, Skeeter Hawk, lock on and fire tubes 1-16 odd!
(22:14:06) DoctorTav: :: sizes up what is going on and about to happen, picks a patient who isn't able to fend for themselves, pulls them down off the back of the biobed and crouches with him :: Everybody DOWN!
(22:14:41) LtJGAlexisWright: :: wonders why these appear to be the slowest probes EVER ::
(22:14:43) LordCoburn: ACTION> Nothing happens with the probes. Not that they're telling, but the pirates have programmed these Houdinis to react to a Federation warp core signature. No warp drive, no boom.
(22:16:09) CdrHarper: ACTION> A wall of ship-guided anti-aircraft missiles emerges from the escort ships, each locked on to an individual Mustang.
(22:16:12) LordCoburn: ACTION> Meanwhile, in toward the artillery ships, lots happens. Missiles by the dozen streak out of the two modified freighters, each one guided on its way to a Starfleet fighter. And pirate fighters as well as the Errol Flynn are racing in to pounce once they're done!
(22:16:38) LordCoburn: (Heh, too slow. Pretend I just typed the second half of mine!)
(22:16:41) CdrHarper: +Fighters+ Scatter! Sharp moves to shake the missiles!
(22:17:12) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watches helplessly as the probes sail off aimlessly into the black :: Recalculating probable minefield location and launching second spread. :: does this with familiar results :: Hmmm. :: chews on her lip ::
(22:17:18) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: banks hard left and begins to roll and vary speed as her missile catches up to her ::
(22:17:23) LtLedaHarper: :: Chaos! Mayhem! Phaser fire! Leda dips as she makes it to the Medbay doorway, snags the wrist of a fallen crewman, and with one smooth, long yank sends him skidding across the floor just off to her left and into relative shelter. She goes down on one knee, blowing the control cluster to sparks on a combat droid. :: "Lieutenant Kuari, DAMN good to see you."
(22:17:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: arrives on the scene, rifle in hand ::
(22:18:26) CdrHarper: :: as the missile closes, she targets with omni-directional phasers and shoots it down ::
(22:18:58) LordCoburn: ACTION> Oh, and enemy infantry is REALLY sick of getting grenades tossed at them, so they take this opportunity to get theirs in first. And theirs are rocket propelled.
(22:19:43) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: releases a microtorp in her wake, and her missle slams into it a little too close, buffeting against her shields and sending her fighter into an uncontrolled spin ::
(22:19:45) Ashexana: :: as the volleys of fire lance out from the fleet, her tac officer manages another lock on Atlantis and fires another plasma torpedo ::
(22:19:53) LtJGAlexisWright: ...Admiral. Permission to remotely control unmanned shuttlecraft into probable minefield location. I think these things might be looking for Federation warp core signatures, which sounds appropriately sadistic.
(22:20:16) VAdmBlackthorne: We don't have enough shuttles for that.
(22:20:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Could we spoof a core signature somehow?
(22:20:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Incoming!
(22:21:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tries to evade, and this time their covering ships can't save them::
(22:21:09) CdrTKirr: :: fires again at the plasma torpedo ::
(22:21:33) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Another plasma torpedo slams into our armor, blowing up junctions and consoles across the ship, and sending people sprawling ::
(22:21:53) LtKuari: :: directs a squad to transport in behind the boarding party ::
(22:22:15) LtJGAlexisWright: :: clings to her console :: spoofing would take too long, but I can use a Class 8 probe. Unfortunately, we don't have any on board. Maybe one of the other ships?
(22:22:17) CdrHarper: ACTION> Our unnamed pilots don't fare as well against the missiles, since they're, well, extras.
(22:22:28) CdrHarper: ACTION> Ten fighters are destroyed in the first volley, four of them Sharks.
(22:22:29) DoctorTav: :: grimmaces from his hiding spot as Sickbay is tossed around and those who hadn't vacated their biobeds are dropped violently to the floor, increasing the injury level to many of them ::
(22:22:43) CdrHarper: +Fighters+ Fall back! Fall back!
(22:22:48) CdrTKirr: :: sprawls across two biobeds as the floor shifts suddenly under her ::
(22:22:59) CdrTKirr: (( Kuari --^)
(22:23:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: gets a bead on one of the intruders and picks him off, using thermal through the smoke ::
(22:23:21) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Is, for the record, loving this. He's spotted several living pilots today! They weren't living long.::
(22:24:03) CdrTKirr: :: really, really wants shields ::
(22:24:33) VAdmBlackthorne: :: also does, and doesn't need to be a telepath to sense that from T'Kirr :: +Engineering+ Get those bloody shield back up!
(22:25:24) LordCoburn: :: Swoops in with the Erool Flynn, diving through a crowd of fleeing Mustangs. His ship's phasers also being omni-directional, two fighters go down in flames, and given that engines make up half the overall mass of his ship...he's not around to eat return fire for long. ::
(22:25:31) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: finally rights her ship and fights off the dizziness as she assesses the escort vessels ::
(22:25:33) LordCoburn: (Errol Flynn, dammit)
(22:26:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Find out!
(22:26:43) LtJGAlexisWright: Several of the other ships are carrying class 8 probes, sir, and they can carry the warp field from their mother ships with them. I am remotely controlling them into the minefield now. :: sends the coffin-sized probes into battle ::
(22:26:47) CdrHarper: :: narrows her eyes as she chases the Flynn for a bit, giving him a few microquantums for his trouble ::
(22:28:09) LtJGAlexisWright: :: attempting to define the edges of the minefield, waits for booms to happen so she can duly note and log them ::
(22:28:11) CdrHarper: +Fighters+ We can not assault those torpedo ships without cover from the Fleet! Hold this area!
(22:28:25) LtLedaHarper: :: The lurching of the ship actually manages to spare Medbay some of the worst of it, though the hallway lights up with compact, nasty explosions and shouts of pain. Leda goes sliding, armored knees screeching on the deck plating, smashing the override on the door - which closes - only to deform inwards and lose half a panel under another impact. ::
(22:29:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: ends up in melee combat with an attacker, the lurching of the ship throwing them into each other ::
(22:29:33) LordCoburn: :: Grins, dodging around Harper's shots with joyful enthusiasm. Also, he hails Harper, speaking in Risan. :: +Firefly+ Kate, so good to see you again! I regretted we never got that chance to fly together last time.
(22:30:14) CdrHarper: +Coburn+ :: lets him have an earful in untranslatable Risan ::
(22:30:18) LtJGAlexisWright: :: watching for subspace distortions with the intent to steer the precious probes AWAY from them to keep them from being destroyed when the mine detonates ::
(22:30:53) LordCoburn: :: Laughs :: +Harper+ Careful! I'm just going to assume that's flirting!
(22:31:22) LtKuari: :: bounces off the wall and screeches aggressively as she launches into an armored enemy ::
(22:31:43) CdrHarper: :: cuts the comm, not going to let him get her flustered ::
(22:32:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: ends up calmly snapping the boarder's neck ::
(22:32:41) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: assists CdrHarper ::
(22:32:41) LordCoburn: Life is wonderful.
(22:33:30) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Shields are restored!
(22:33:33) LtJGAlexisWright: Also after outer hull plating is buckling on decks 2-17, starboard. The only active boarding party appears to be on deck 15 in and around Sickbay. Structural integrity fields are shaky but holding. If possible, we might want to take any additional plasma torpedoes on the port side....
(22:33:43) LtJGAlexisWright: ... Or we could have shields again, also fine.
(22:33:45) LtLedaHarper: "Oh son of a bitch." :: Leda snaps off a few shots through the damaged, smoking door panel, then comes to her feet, takes two running steps and launches herself through the gap, smashing fists-first into an unsuspecting combat droid. Things are really going to hell just outside Medbay, though at least the boarders have figured out that grenades are a BAD idea at quarters this close. ::
(22:35:32) CdrHarper: +Chaka, Ash+ Chaka, Spitfire, form up with me. Coburn is on that ship. :: paints it on sensors ::
(22:35:40) DoctorTav: :: realizes that he has a hypospray right next to his hand and a boarding party soldier has been thrown over near him, writhing in some pain, but obviously about to get up. Quickly, Tav drops the medication out of the hypospray, fills it with nitrogen from the air, creeps over to the soldier and injects it into his carotid.
(22:36:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: manages to recover his rifle ::
(22:36:18) CdrTKirr: :: concentrates on systematically firing on targets as they open up, favoring those recently hit by friendly fire ::
(22:36:41) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Harper+ You got it!
(22:37:34) CdrHarper: +Chaka, Ash+ While we wait on reinforcements, shall we make things difficult for him?
(22:38:33) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: grins :: +Harper+ Nothing would make me happier.
(22:39:45) CdrHarper: +Chaka, Ash+ Chaka, go high, Spitfire, go low. Set your microquantums to variable intercept rate.
(22:40:17) LordCoburn: ACTION> The probes get their booms alright. The warp core has to be in relatively close proximity, so the process is hard on their probes, but some sort of boundaries should start to present themselves over time.
(22:40:27) LtKuari: :: snags a combat droid with her tail and heaves her meager weight around, leverage at least on her side as the droid goes flying into an enemy soldier ::
(22:40:46) VAdmBlackthorne: (Bowling for Boarders!)
(22:42:24) CdrHarper: :: drops in behind the Flynn and fires off a few MQs, varying their intercept rates and trajectories ::
(22:42:41) LordCoburn: Wow, no sense of sport to these people at all. Bernie, ready a pair of quantums. Maximum yield, and set a delay of...oh, two seconds should be enough. I can always repaint.
(22:42:53) LtJGAlexisWright: :: while attempting to find the edges of the minefield, uses the additional booms to get more data on the subspace distortions and puts some calculations into her short-range sensors, and then into the short-range sensors of other ships fleetwide ::
(22:43:23) CdrHarper: +Chaka, Ash+ Watch your stores list, save some for the torpedo ships.
(22:44:05) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> With shields back up, there's no reason for marines to hold themselves in reserve against more attacks anymore. Marines start beaming in by the dozens on the other side of deck 15.
(22:44:24) LordCoburn:!
(22:44:27) DoctorTav: :: on one of the times when Kuari goes by, Tav uses her for a bit of cover to reposition so that he might be able to get to another pirate, all the while filling his hypospray for another attack if the opportunity arises. No one with any level of honor launches its onboard attack in Sickbay. That's an unwritten rule somewhere. ::
(22:44:33) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: tags the Flynn from its ventral side, just enough fire to keep it annoyed ::
(22:45:14) DoctorTav: :: Tav continues to crawl around the room from cover to cover and finds another hypospray and drops its payload, preparing it for any sort of an attack that he might be able to make ::
(22:45:53) LordCoburn: :: A pair of quantum torpedoes is launches ahead, but with minimal power. Just a little shove, really. The Flynn immediately goes screaming past, a moment before the torpedoes detonate, taking out a good portion of the torpedoes following him. The Sharks might not want to get too close either. He's not using "micro" anything. ::
(22:46:23) CdrHarper: :: pulls up hard to avoid the blast ::
(22:46:55) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: turns tail at the explosions :: That's my cue!
(22:47:25) CdrHarper: :: swears elaborately in Bajoran ::
(22:47:54) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(22:48:10) LtLedaHarper: :: In the tight quarters and the chaos, hand-to-hand works surprisingly well. Leda snap-kicks a boarder in the head, scatters fire down-hallway and shouts warning to Medbay as a single half-panicked pirate lurches past. The arrival of more Marines is starting to make conditions on deck even nastier - Harper herself is already looking for cover. ::
(22:48:15) LtJGAlexisWright: Sir, smaller ships should be able to follow the paths cleared by our minesweepers, but slowly. I've modified sensors to note the subspace distortion prior to detonation... full forward shields and deflectors and full reverse on detection should allow the ship to survive a detonation. As in singular. Larger vessels can go around on broadcast vectors.
(22:48:49) LordCoburn: ACTION> The pirate ships, having caught on to the Starfleet game of Mastermind, starts targeting the probes with long range fire in an effort to slow down the process. But there's a lot of probes. Meanwhile, Vinland's shields continue to weaken under the bombardment.
(22:48:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Trasmit that data to the fleet.
(22:49:17) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, Sir. +Fleetwide+ :: transmits ::
(22:49:20) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Perpare to advance, larger ships around the minefield, smaller ones through it based on data from our probes.
(22:49:33) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ Advance!
(22:50:21) LtKuari: :: gets out of the way as being anywhere near the pirates boarders is now impossible as ranged fire reigns. Kuari ducks into Sickbay and checks her armor, finding two half-way melted marks from energy fire ::
(22:50:43) CdrHarper: :: manages to reacquire the Flynn and light it up with some phaser shots ::
(22:51:11) DoctorTav: :: Tav calculates his way to the nearest pirate, who is standing just a bit too close to the nearest biobed for safety and waits for him to turn away. Eventually he does, Tav moves in and presses a hypospray, now completely full of nitrogen, to his neck and releases the full supply. The pirate appears for a half a second to experience writhing pain, then simply, quietly crumples to the ground, and Tav seeks cover before he can be noticed by an
(22:51:22) DoctorTav: another pirate ::
(22:52:27) LordCoburn: :: Flinches slightly with the impacts, but returns fire just as eagerly. And by this time, he's met up with a wing of drone fighters, which he now uses his command codes to take control of, building a formation on the fly. Good thing, too. Looks like the fleet's moving again. ::
(22:52:38) VAdmBlackthorne: +Atlantis defense group+ Spread out a bit, Atlantis is back in the fight.
(22:52:58) LtKuari: :: briefly wonders if Tav can regrow fur before snagging up a rifle and taking position around a corner at floor level ::
(22:53:08) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:53:09) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:53:10) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:53:18) LtJGAlexisWright: :: || ::
(22:53:26) Ashexana left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(22:53:27) LordCoburn: :: paused ::
(22:53:31) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(22:53:33) LtLedaHarper: :: huff huff huff ::
(22:53:51) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(22:54:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely done, folks! Quite the pitched battle.
(22:55:20) DoctorTav: In Sickbay. How dare they try to take over Sickbay. I have a whole new appreciation of our Marines.
(22:55:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Wise.
(22:56:02) LordCoburn: They ARE pirates. Most pirates aren't actually that classy.
(22:56:11) LordCoburn: Just the well-dressed ones, really.
(22:56:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week, we can hopefully see how this battle comes to an end.
(22:56:30) DoctorTav: Well, screw them. And when dealing with them, screw the Hippocratic Oath, apparently.
(22:57:17) LtLedaHarper: Isn't there some line in there about defending the bodily integrity of your patients? Good enough!
(22:57:26) DoctorTav: Works for me
(22:57:38) LtLedaHarper: Admiral: Painfully.
(22:57:40) CdrTKirr: heh
(22:57:53) LtKuari left the room.
(22:58:14) CdrTKirr: Look forward to it! See you next week.
(22:58:26) LordCoburn: Night!
(22:58:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Good night everyone!
(22:58:37) DoctorTav: Good night!
(22:58:38) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).