Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed May 2 20:54:47 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(20:54:47) ChanServ has changed the topic to: With our shields operational again, Atlantis is back in the fight. Having found a way to avoid the subspace mines, the fleet advances to engage again as the Sharks try to break through to the torpedo ships pummeling Vinland.
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(20:58:36) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(20:58:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(20:59:16) EnsignJohnTChance: Hey. How's it going?
(21:01:56) LordCoburn [Mibbit@98.216.ltn.no] entered the room.
(21:02:35) CdrTKirr [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:02:42) DoctorTav [bryan@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:02:45) LtLedaHarper [Talaith@03-31-48-61.hlrn.qwest.net] entered the room.
(21:02:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening everyone that just joined
(21:02:54) DoctorTav: Hiya, everyone
(21:02:54) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:03:08) LtLedaHarper: Aaaaadmiral.
(21:03:33) EnsignJohnTChance: Wow! All the major players showed up at once. Cool!
(21:03:37) LordCoburn: Evening.
(21:04:06) CdrTKirr: Hey.
(21:04:12) CdrTKirr: :: is getting warm ::
(21:04:21) EnsignJohnTChance: I suddenly have this compulsion to salute everyone.
(21:04:23) CdrTKirr: Teeeeeaaaa
(21:05:20) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(21:05:50) CdrHarper [Mibbit@98.117.um.hzl] entered the room.
(21:05:51) CdrTKirr: That's a dragon's form of salute, by the way.
(21:06:23) EnsignJohnTChance: Oh. That's good to know.
(21:09:43) Ashexana [Mibbit@98.117.um.hzl] entered the room.
(21:10:12) DoctorTav: I am beginning to think Ashexana is not a nice person.
(21:10:48) LtLedaHarper: But but but. Tea.
(21:11:31) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:11:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey, welcome back.
(21:11:49) LtCmdrBusard: Hey all
(21:11:59) CdrTKirr: Hey! ^_^
(21:12:09) LtLedaHarper: Perse!
(21:12:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get going. Chance of another new (old) face showing up tonight too. :)
(21:12:25) LtCmdrBusard: Hey guys!
(21:12:32) LtCmdrBusard: Indeed.
(21:12:35) LtKuari: Percy! /glomptacklerollhug
(21:12:39) LtCmdrBusard: Blargh!
(21:12:49) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(21:12:55) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(21:12:55) LtCmdrBusard: :: AA::
(21:14:04) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: The mines dealt with, our fleet has pressed the attack, and due to the heroic sacrifice by the USS Revenge to protect the Sharks from the anti-fighter ships, one of the torpedo ships pummeling Vinland has been destroyed and another is on the ropes.
(21:14:09) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:14:50) LordCoburn: Nope!
(21:14:54) VAdmBlackthorne: It would appear not, so....
(21:14:59) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:00) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:05) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:16) ScytheBernaea [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:15:25) LordCoburn: ACTION> Atlantis gets hailed!
(21:15:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Nice shot, T'Kirr! :: having just watched a quantum torpedo directly strike the Rixx ::
(21:15:46) CdrHarper: :: pressing the attack, almost emptying her stores into the second torpedo ship ::
(21:16:19) Ashexana: :: gets up off the floor of her bridge with a bloody nose, having smacked her face :: Disengage cloak, raise shields.
(21:16:56) CdrTKirr: :: at Tactical, lining up another shot ::
(21:17:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes the incoming hail and puts it up ::
(21:17:34) CdrHarper: +All Fighters+ Keep at it, that ship is almost done!
(21:18:11) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ You got it, boss!
(21:18:42) LordCoburn: :: Frowns at his view of Blackthorne and the Atlantis bridge, his demeanor still level, but understandably less cheerful. :: Ian. How are you enjoying your 24th century now?
(21:19:02) VAdmBlackthorne: About as much as you are, had I to guess.
(21:21:53) LordCoburn: I'm sure it will be a grand old time in a few years, as I tell the tale over a round of drinks. Right now, it's a regrettable waste of life. And it's about to get worse.
(21:23:10) VAdmBlackthorne: :: not letting the conversation distract him, he continues the evasives and lining up shots for T'Kirr against the other pirates who aren't talking to him ::
(21:23:33) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: fires on the torpedo ship most other fighters are focusing fire, keeping alert to the fact that their little ships are drawing an awful lot of attention ::
(21:23:58) Ashexana: Hadley> You'd better let someone take a look at that, ma'am.
(21:24:11) Ashexana: Nonsense. :: dabs at her nose with a rag ::
(21:25:00) LordCoburn: Ian, can we focus here, please? I believe we were about to discuss the fate of...let me double check...417 stranded Federation heroes. It'd be a lot easier to hear each other without having to shout over weapons fire, so I'm prepared to order a general cease fire if you're game to do the same.
(21:25:17) LordCoburn: Or, by all means, we can keep slugging it out. And deal with the consequences.
(21:26:03) CdrHarper: :: fires her last microquantum :: Die!
(21:26:33) CdrTKirr: :: all for peace but taking the hint from Blackthorne, doesn't let the conversation distract her until the word is finally given ::
(21:26:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: narrows his eyes at the viewer :: What are you proposing, Charles?
(21:27:27) LordCoburn: ACTION> A trio of pirate shuttlecraft beam the skeleton crew manning the second torpedo ship to safety moments before it blows, and the shuttles dart back for the safety of the fighter formation protecting torpedo ship number 3.
(21:27:38) DoctorTav: :: runs around trying to clean up Sickbay enough to restart treating patients ::
(21:27:45) LtKuari: :: returns to Sickbay, having handed off the pirate boarders to Security to escort to the brig, and looks around ::
(21:28:12) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Stores check! I am out of everything.
(21:28:59) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ Gallitep's got three left, sir... not for very long if I have my way about it.
(21:29:31) LordCoburn: I thought I was relatively clear, if not succinct about it. Cease fire first, then we discuss the rest. Here, since you're playing host, I'll be agreeable and go first.
(21:29:40) LtKuari: :: looks up to Tav, still in her full marine gear :: Doctor Tav, what can I do to help?
(21:30:10) ScytheBernaea: Sid> +Sharks+ I'm down to two, ma'am.
(21:30:35) LordCoburn: ACTION> Coburn keys in the pre-recorded message, and a big red "Stop Shooting!" message flashes on the screens of every pirate ship present. Some are, of course, slow to get the idea while still under fire from their enemy, but a definite trend of obedience starts to emerge.
(21:30:59) Ashexana: Cease fire!
(21:31:10) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ Make that two, also.
(21:31:12) LordCoburn: :: Grins :: Well? What's it to be, Admiral?
(21:31:42) LtCmdrBusard: :: Is in the belly of the ship, working feverishly on keeping the Atlantis in one piece and running.
(21:31:55) VAdmBlackthorne: :: verifies Coburn's actions on the tactical display :: +Fleetwide+ All ships, this is Admiral Blackthorne. Cease fire immediately!
(21:32:09) LtCmdrBusard: *::
(21:32:40) CdrTKirr: :: gratefully lifts her hands from the firing controls of Tactical as soon as Blackthorne makes up his mind ::
(21:32:42) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Scans the readouts over the biobed where one of the poor fallen Marines lies unconsious. Shakes his head at what he sees:: Poor bastard! Nobody deserves this. Your chances don't look good. ::reaches into his pocket and produces a gold colored disc. Flips it in the air, catches it and slaps it on his wrist. He frowns at what he sees:: Not good at all!
(21:32:46) CdrHarper: :: gets the message :: +Sharks, Jets, Berserkers+ Cease fire, form up, and stand by!
(21:33:14) CdrHarper: :: converges with other Sharks and looks for her wing ::
(21:33:24) DoctorTav: :: turns around at Kuari's voice :: Hi, Kuari. We're trying to clean up in here so we can take patients again. Help get these bodies out of here and into the nearest airlock or something. :: points to one of the bodies ::
(21:33:51) CdrTKirr: Ash> But... I've got two left... :: but stops, finding her wingmates on scanners and coming about ::
(21:33:54) ScytheBernaea: Sid> +Sharks+ Yes, ma'am. :: Grumbles before settling into her seat::
(21:34:03) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The Federation fleet stops shooting.
(21:34:20) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Frantically looks around the room:: Doc! Doc! ::Before there is an answer, there is a dull whistling sound as all the biobed readouts flatline.:: Aw, man!
(21:34:27) LtKuari: :: glances at a body and nods, lowering her head :: Clean up duty. Right.
(21:34:33) Ashexana: Tap me into that conversation.
(21:35:10) LtKuari: ( All the biobeds?! )
(21:35:14) Ashexana: Hadley> :: taps in so Ashe can listen ::
(21:35:49) LordCoburn: :: Nods as he sees his gesture reciprocated. :: Alright, then. Well, I suppose I should start off with congratulations! It would seem you've beaten the odds...though personally, I had a feeling you might. I have one artillery ship remaining. That is still enough, of course, to batter Vinland's shields faster than they can recharge...
(21:36:20) CdrHarper: :: settles into a patrol route ::
(21:36:32) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Reaches out with his hand and gently touches the artery on the fallen marine's neck. He finds no pulse. His shoulders slump:: I'm sorry man. I'm so sorry.
(21:37:00) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: takes the opportunity to assess ship positions and possible best maneuvers if the battle is to continue ::
(21:38:10) LordCoburn: But not, sadly, before your reinforcements arrive. Take a bow if you like. It seems you've carried the day.
(21:38:39) ScytheBernaea: :: Patches herself in so she can listen::
(21:38:55) LtKuari: :: notes the dead marine on the biobed, her wings slumping, and plods over to a body on the floor, shrugging it onto her back and shuffling towards the door of Sickbay ::
(21:39:13) DoctorTav: :: Hears Chance calling to him, and seeing the expression on his face rushes over to where Chance is standing over a patient. Seeing that it is too late, he turns off the monitors and turns to Chance, and just looks at him for a moment. Then, perhaps too coldly for the moment, Tav is gone, attending to other patients and cleanup. ::
(21:39:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Pardon me if I'm not to celebrate after the casualties we took.
(21:40:03) VAdmBlackthorne: *not in the mood to celebrate
(21:43:53) CdrHarper: :: wishing she could do something about her empty weapons stores, awaiting the outcome of the ceasefire with a bit of trepidation ::
(21:44:02) CdrHarper: :: flies confidently, though ::
(21:44:04) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Watches the doctor leave, knowing that Doctor Tav is as impotent in this situation as he has just been. He looks around at the pure carnage and feels a curious sense of deja vu. It reminds him of home, of a time on Mars when he was just as helpless::
(21:44:48) LordCoburn: Oh, understandable! Victory is ours all the same. You can find your way to that conclusion on your own time, at your own speed, but for now, the relevant bit is this. There's nothing left to be gained here, tactically speaking. All we can do is inflict yet more casualties on each other, and unlike some of my colleagues, I take no real joy in that.
(21:45:00) EnsignJohnTChance: ::He stands there for a long time before looking down at his hand and realizing he is still holding the coin. He wonders if it had sealed the fate of the dead Marine on the biobed in front of him::
(21:46:03) LordCoburn: So let's simply have done with it. You let us form up and withdraw peacefully, and I will close my weapons ports so you can safely rescue the surviving heroes of the honored ship Revenge. What say you?
(21:47:35) VAdmBlackthorne: :: senses that the offer is earnest, at least :: Agreed. And on behalf of those survivors, thank you.
(21:50:20) CdrTKirr: :: looks to Blackthorne hopefully ::
(21:51:18) LtKuari: :: re-enters Sickbay, body-less, and plods over to a body lying next to Chance and the dead marine, looking up to regard the face of the man she once knew ::
(21:51:38) LordCoburn: :: Allows the smile to droop a bit. :: To be honest, it would have rather soured things for me anyway. I'm sure you've read my file. I really DID once aspire to serve with such men and women, you know. Right, then! All ships. Are these terms acceptable to my fellow captains? We are here in defense of democratic principles, after all!
(21:53:34) Ashexana: :: drops her voice into the conversation, but not a picture :: Yes, Charles, and well-fought, Ian!
(21:53:37) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Peers over at Kuari and registers a look of familiarity in her overly large eyes as she gazes on the dead marine:: Did you know him? Was he a friend of yours?
(21:53:51) ScytheBernaea: :: Grins as she hits the comm:: I suppose I could use a break. My place or yours?
(21:54:53) LtKuari: :: takes her helmet off (where Chance then sees her expression) I know all the marines. We weren't good friends, but I knew him.
(21:56:37) LordCoburn: :: Grins before re-focusing his attention on Blackthorne, barely registering the somewhat more subdued agreement from a few of the bit players of the Council. :: Well, I think that's my cue to fade to black. See you out in the black, as they say.
(21:56:55) EnsignJohnTChance: Look what they did to him! ::turns with a look of fury in his eyes into those of the dragon:: Look at the hit points! The poor bastard never had a chance! He walked right into a point blank phaser blast. They just gunned him down without a thought!
(21:57:04) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Charles.
(21:57:28) LordCoburn: ACTION> The comm goes dead, and the pirate ships, battered as they are, begin to limp back into a respectable formation before the fleet goes to warp.
(21:58:07) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ All ships, form up and begin recovery efforts of all escape pods immediately!
(21:59:08) LtKuari: As anyone infiltrating an enemy vessel would do, to protect their own numbers. They had a mission, and they intended to carry it out. :: looks to the marine :: He died in the line of duty, simple as that.
(21:59:15) VAdmBlackthorne: +Firefly+ Bring the fighters home, Firefly.
(21:59:15) VAdmBlackthorne: +
(21:59:36) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: sits in formation, staring ::
(21:59:46) CdrHarper: +Blackthorne+ Aye sir.
(22:00:10) CdrHarper: +Sharks,Jets,Berserkers+ All fighter wings, Bravo Zulu! Repeat, Bravo Zulu.
(22:00:14) LordCoburn: :: Sits back in the Errol Flynn's comfy bucket pilot seat and closes his eyes, having programmed in a nice easy warp speed to let the fleet keep up. :: Well...good enough.
(22:00:16) CdrHarper: :: starts making for Atlantis ::
(22:00:32) Ashexana: :: dabs at her nose on the Rixx and finds the fresh cup of tea brought by a yeoman ::
(22:01:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: makes for the Revenge's escape pods ::
(22:01:10) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: heads home ::
(22:01:12) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Blackthorne to Busard.
(22:01:30) CdrTKirr: :: starts assembling a damage report to... report to herself ::
(22:01:42) LtCmdrBusard: +Blackthorne+ Busard here, sir.
(22:02:12) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ I'll need a full damage report and repair time estimate ASAP, Commander.
(22:02:35) LtKuari: :: cranes her neck to Tav, about to speak, but then changes her mind... the marine can stay on the bed while she disposes of the rest ::
(22:03:46) LtCmdrBusard: +Blackthorne+ Yes, sir. I assume we're not expecting anymore firing?
(22:04:05) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ It would seem not.
(22:04:16) EnsignJohnTChance: Simple as that? ::he turns, almost unable to contain his anger:: This was a man! This was a human being! He had a life. I'm sure he wanted it to continue. Yet here comes jerkwad from another planet beaming in with attitude and bad intent wanting nothing more than to steal all our stuff and send us crashing into the caldera on Olympus Mons...
(22:04:21) LtKuari: :: now that her helmet is off, clamps down on the armored thigh of the dead pirate at her feet and yanks upwards, catching its weight with her wing and rolling it onto her back :: It's going to look a lot nicer in here without doctors tripping on people.
(22:04:29) EnsignJohnTChance: and we can't do shit about it but die?
(22:05:24) LtKuari: :: looks back at Chance before leaving with another load :: Welcome to the front lines, the boundaries of space. Not everyone likes you, and it's do your duty or go home.
(22:05:57) VAdmBlackthorne: +Fleetwide+ All ships, stand down red alert. Damage reports ASAP and the ships in the worst shape will have the benefit of Vinland's dock for repairs.
(22:07:00) LordCoburn: :: After taking a minute to take an uncharacteristic comfort in the silence, Coburn rises from his chair, leaving the Flynn on autopilot, and steps onto a holographic projector pad, activating a console at his side to initiate a hail. :: Coburn to all ships.
(22:07:01) VAdmBlackthorne: :: approaches some escape pods and begins tractoring them in to shuttlebays ::
(22:07:23) Ashexana: :: puts up Coburn's hail ::
(22:07:52) LtCmdrBusard: +Blackthorne+ Then we'll start on external repairs immediately. We've suffered some major damage in the hull plating on decks 18 through 21. I estimate operations should all be fully functional to maximum capacity within 7 hours, but the external repairs may take longer than that.
(22:07:53) CdrHarper: :: flies into the Assault Bay and lands the battered and spent Boudica, which gratefully powers down ::
(22:09:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Really? ::Stares coldly at Kuari:: I don't much care who likes me here. And duty this far out in space shouldn't involve burying decent people for no reason. You talk about the outer boundaries? What happened to the primary mission, to seek out new life and new civilizations...to boldly go where no one has gone before?
(22:09:29) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Thank you, Commander.
(22:09:45) VAdmBlackthorne: +Sickbay+ Bridge to Sickbay.
(22:09:46) EnsignJohnTChance: This shit is where EVERYONE has gone before!
(22:10:04) DoctorTav: +Bridge+ Tav here.
(22:10:06) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Pulls into the fighter bay, settling into her designated hanger section. She settles back for a moment as the fighter powers down, giving herself time to breathe and meditate on the battle::
(22:10:21) LordCoburn: :: Puts on his best official smile and clasps his hand behind his back. :: +Fleetwide+ Sailors and soldiers of the Free Fleets...masterfully done. We may be on most days and on most accounts a pretty ragged and disreputable bunch, but today? Today, I could not be more proud than I am to serve with each and every one of you.
(22:11:10) VAdmBlackthorne: +Tav+ Stand by for additional casualties from the other ships; we are recovering escape pods. They will be in shuttlebay one.
(22:12:08) CdrHarper: :: opens the canopy and climbs down, looks around ::
(22:12:16) DoctorTav: +Bridge+ Yes, sir. Be advised, we're still cleaning up from the boarding in Sickbay, so we are directing anyone who needs anything less than extreme urgent care to Triage.
(22:12:34) VAdmBlackthorne: +Tav+ Your call, Doc. Bridge out.
(22:12:55) LtKuari: :: turns full around :: That's what we're doing, and do you know what they taught us in the Academy? That we went out here with that purpose, but we didn't find everyone had the same ideals as we had. It is our mission, but if we don't protect ourselves, we'll be destroyed. It's as simple as that. Now act like the officer you are, Ensign, and put yourself to good use. :: turns and exits Sickbay ::
(22:13:01) EnsUrist [Adium@s272-222.dsl.tsoft.com] entered the room.
(22:13:22) VAdmBlackthorne: (Please welcome Ensign Urist to the Engineering department!)
(22:13:39) LtCmdrBusard: (WOOOOOOOO!!!)
(22:14:03) LordCoburn: And don't go thinking I mean because we showed up, did our best, discovered to value of teamwork...no, no! I know it may be hard right now for some of you to see, but we won a great victory today! For our ships, our freedoms, and yes, for our fortunes! I promise you, if you don't believe me by now, you will before the month's out!
(22:14:10) LordCoburn: (Welcome, welcome!)
(22:14:19) EnsUrist: (Forgive me while I mostly idle this week while I hash this character together over time)
(22:14:30) LordCoburn: (We've all been there.)
(22:14:46) LtCmdrBusard: (Totally cool. Welcome to the Gearheads! :-D)
(22:14:52) VAdmBlackthorne: (And by the way, for you old-timers.... that's Shelev.)
(22:14:59) LtCmdrBusard: (....)
(22:14:59) LordCoburn: (Yay!)
(22:15:04) LtCmdrBusard: (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!)
(22:15:11) EnsUrist: ( >] )
(22:15:17) CdrTKirr: (Welcome, Urist!)
(22:15:21) LordCoburn: (Let the record show that Rachel is gleeing off behind me.)
(22:15:34) VAdmBlackthorne: (She'll stop when she meets Urist.)
(22:15:36) LtCmdrBusard: (:: Glomps Shelev- er Urist)
(22:15:45) LtCmdrBusard: (...Is he worse than Puddington?)
(22:16:10) CdrTKirr: (WB, blueskin. =P)
(22:16:18) Ashexana: :: smiles knowingly at Charlie's speech ::
(22:16:40) DoctorTav: (Sickbay takes note. Welcome, Shelev/Urist. Nice to meet you of whom I have heard so many stories from the Vulcan standpoint)
(22:17:22) CdrHarper: :: once all the Mustangs have landed, she notes that there are now seven empty spaces :
(22:17:29) EnsignJohnTChance: Kuari! Lieutenant! ::Looks to the door, and when it remains closed, realizes that the dragon marine has gone. Takes out the disk...his coin...and flips it in the air. Catches it, slaps it on his wrist and smiles at what it reveals:: Harsh talk, my dragon friend. But you actually do care. You actually do have heart.
(22:19:28) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: having landed and powered down, pops her canopy, purposefully not looking ::
(22:19:52) CdrHarper: :: walks into the locker room and tosses her helmet in the locker ::
(22:20:00) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hoovers up a few more escape pods ::
(22:20:11) LordCoburn: :: Settles down a bit. :: Now, here's where we are now. We've left our adversaries with far too many wounds to lick to give any serious thought to a pursuit, if any of you doubt Admiral Blackthorne's capacity to honor a gentleman's agreement.
(22:20:20) CdrTKirr: Nolan> :: busy in Triage, mending a bone ::
(22:20:35) CdrTKirr: (hoovers... lol)
(22:20:49) ScytheBernaea: :: Heads to her transporter pad with a bit of added swagger::
(22:21:47) ScytheBernaea: ::Oh, and fills her drinking horn with mead before she beams over to the Errol Flynn::
(22:22:06) LordCoburn: All the same, we'll stay in formation for the next six hours against the possibility of any ideas on the part of Ian's tardy reinforcements. During that time, I trust each of you to manage your ships as you see fit. But first, I have this one final order as Supreme Commander of the fleet.
(22:22:16) DoctorTav: +Triage+ Doctor Nolan, this is Doctor Tav. Be advised, you're about to get flooded.
(22:22:20) CdrHarper: :: pauses in the middle of removing her flightsuit as the realization hits her :: We can not field a full Wing anymore.
(22:23:26) CdrTKirr: Nolan> :: sighs :: Understood.
(22:24:08) LordCoburn: :: Withdraws his silver flask from inside his justacorps and holds it meaningfully aloft. :: Find a drink, and drink to the worthy adversary that gave this victory true meaning. To Captain Roderick Gant of the Revenge.
(22:25:03) Ashexana: :: smiles and raises her tea :: A beautiful death, Captain Gant.
(22:26:18) LordCoburn: :: Knocks back his flask, draining his personal store of rum to the halfway point before wiping his mouth and choking out his final words. :: Try not to get too wasted to fly. Coburn out.
(22:27:29) CdrHarper: :: finishes doffing the flightsuit and closes the locker and just stares at the door for a moment ::
(22:27:46) ScytheBernaea: :: After having beamed onto the ship, she drinks from her horn and approaches her captain from behind:: So...how wasted is too wasted?
(22:29:07) LordCoburn: :: Kills the connection and looks over with a wolfish grin. :: Oh, the ship's on autopilot. I just thought that sounded good.
(22:30:24) LordCoburn: :: Mindful of that, he takes a smaller pull of his flask as he langudly closes the distance. :: So, I apologize for the present accomodations. You remember how cramped this boat could be. The shower's big enough for two, but only just barely.
(22:30:51) ScytheBernaea: :: Grins :: Excellent.
(22:31:34) CdrTKirr: :: is interrupted of her damage report of Atlantis, and the entire fleet really, by an incoming alert, frowns and reads it ::
(22:32:18) CdrHarper: :: walks morosely out of the locker room and heads for the TL ::
(22:33:08) CdrTKirr: Sir... incoming alert, New Delaware colony and Shangri-La have been attacked. :: console beeps again, and after a moment, she looks up to meet Blackthorne's eyes :: And Gencodia.
(22:33:22) Ashexana: :: hails the Flynn ::
(22:33:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: meets her gaze :: Bloody hell.
(22:35:14) LordCoburn: :: Scowls, hand halfway to the light switch, and literally punches the comm connection into being. Audio only. :: Hello, Ashe. Always a pleasure. Speaking of which, make this quick or make it later.
(22:35:39) CdrTKirr: :: blinks and checks the reports for further information :: It appears they've all been attacked simultaneously.
(22:35:40) Ashexana: +Coburn+ Oh, don't let me interrupt then, dear. I just wanted to congratulate you on a superb job commanding the fleet!
(22:35:57) VAdmBlackthorne: We've underestimated them. We'll need more than Third Fleet to end this.
(22:36:39) ScytheBernaea: :: Leans into view, only half-dressed:: Yeah, well, you can congratulate him when I'm done with him.
(22:37:10) ScytheBernaea: (Scratch that, :: speaks into the comm)
(22:37:52) LordCoburn: ACTION> The comm goes dead. Again. Also, FADE TO BLACK THERE COULD BE KIDS WATCHING!!!!!
(22:38:01) Ashexana: +Coburn+ :: chuckles :: You two have fun!
(22:41:06) VAdmBlackthorne: T'kirr, you have the bridge. I need to contact Admiral Zuriyev.
(22:41:29) VAdmBlackthorne: :: securies helm and stands ::
(22:41:51) CdrHarper: :: arrives on the bridge just in time to take helm from the Admiral ::
(22:42:12) CdrTKirr: Nolan> +Tav+ Triage to Sickbay.
(22:42:24) VAdmBlackthorne: The Sharks flew well, Kate.
(22:42:33) CdrHarper: Thank you, sir.
(22:42:34) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Go ahead.
(22:43:01) CdrHarper: :: sits down at helm and resumes escape pod recovery ops ::
(22:43:34) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the ready room and opens a channel to Starfleet Command ::
(22:46:03) CdrHarper: :: flies the recovery ops, going about her duty without emotion ::
(22:47:04) CdrTKirr: Nolan> +Tav+ Doctor, I'm sending Crewman Heiss down to you. When her nose wouldn't stop bleeding, I found rather nasty hemorrhaging in her sinus cavity. I hope you've got a bed for her.
(22:47:21) Ashexana left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:49:08) VAdmBlackthorne: (Two minutes!)
(22:49:13) DoctorTav: :: looks around Sickbay before responding :: Well, not really, but I'll make one. Is she ambulatory?
(22:49:22) DoctorTav: (+Nolan+)
(22:49:36) CdrTKirr: Nolan> +Tav+ Yeah, you should see her in a minute.
(22:49:55) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Thank you, Doctor. Tav out.
(22:49:56) LtLedaHarper: (Still alive. Sorry I've been dead quiet, it's a lively night over here.)
(22:51:13) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:51:15) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:51:17) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(22:51:34) DoctorTav: :: Pauses ::
(22:51:42) LtKuari: :: finishes depositing the last body from the corridor into the temporary storage bay and pulls out the tricorder for Medical scans, pausing just a moment to look down at the lifeless forms in sorrow before switching it on ::
(22:51:49) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(22:52:42) EnsignJohnTChance: Pauses, but smiles. He knew she had heart
(22:53:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Well done everyone!
(22:53:54) ScytheBernaea: :: Pauses mid-thrust?:: :-P
(22:53:59) CdrTKirr: No more shooty Vulcan for me
(22:54:01) ScytheBernaea: Sorry, I had to.
(22:54:19) VAdmBlackthorne: I'd tell you to get a room, but you have a ship.
(22:54:19) CdrTKirr: TMI
(22:54:24) CdrTKirr: LOL
(22:54:30) ScytheBernaea: It's true!
(22:54:33) DoctorTav: That sounds really anticlimactic.
(22:54:47) EnsignJohnTChance: LOL
(22:55:01) EnsUrist: blow up something in engineering next week tia
(22:55:10) DoctorTav: And we would call that the... Never mind.
(22:55:28) LtLedaHarper: Nerd innuendo. This is bad.
(22:55:29) VAdmBlackthorne: There's plenty of damage aboard Atlantis to take care of.
(22:55:39) LtCmdrBusard: No, don't blow up engineering!
(22:55:54) EnsUrist: if you blow it up I get to put it back together CORRECTLY
(22:55:54) LtCmdrBusard: :-(
(22:56:01) LtCmdrBusard: O.O
(22:56:06) CdrTKirr: Ooooo buuurn
(22:56:06) LtCmdrBusard: I. WILL. MURDER YOU.
(22:56:06) LtLedaHarper: ...this could be good.
(22:56:15) LtCmdrBusard: :: Whips out the wrench::
(22:56:18) DoctorTav: :: grabs some popcorn ::
(22:56:24) LtKuari: :: turns tail :: I'll go make the popcorn.
(22:56:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Told you.
(22:57:03) CdrTKirr: Bet Urist doesn't have a sonic.
(22:57:43) EnsUrist: no we have in n out and five guys
(22:57:44) EnsignJohnTChance: Suddenly, hearing the James Bond type music in the background, realizing that MICROWAVED popcorn is the only kind that's likely to work...
(22:57:59) LtCmdrBusard: Lol
(22:58:06) LtCmdrBusard: That IS pretty good.
(22:58:30) EnsignJohnTChance: In and Out Rocks!
(22:58:31) CdrTKirr: You know, I've only been there twice now
(22:58:47) CdrTKirr: Sonic, I mean... never been to In n Out
(22:58:51) CdrTKirr: :: ducks ::
(22:59:07) LtCmdrBusard: In and Out is pretty yummy. I prefer Fuddruckers, personally.
(22:59:21) LtLedaHarper: Some sections of the country are deprived of In N Out.
(22:59:23) LtKuari: :: comes back with popcorn, narrows eyes at Tav's bowl ::
(22:59:52) DoctorTav: I used to prefer Burgerville. If you haven't been to Oregon or Washington, you won't know what it is
(23:00:01) EnsignJohnTChance: In N Out is a west coast thing!
(23:00:06) CdrTKirr: They've really gone downhill. =/
(23:00:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Congratulations to Colonel McKnight for winning April's LotM with "Ushaan"!
(23:00:17) LtCmdrBusard: Huh. Been to both of them, but I can't recall Burgerville.
(23:00:19) EnsignJohnTChance: Kinda like Fatburger
(23:00:31) CdrTKirr: ANYWAY... it's 11 and I'm spent.
(23:00:33) LordCoburn: Oh. Nice. Thanks!
(23:01:08) CdrTKirr: Totally... missed the congrats. Congrats, McKnight!
(23:01:44) LtCmdrBusard: Congratulations from the other side of the room, honey!
(23:02:06) LordCoburn: Thank you, thank you...but let's keep in mind, I DID have help with it.
(23:02:43) VAdmBlackthorne: You carried it, I was just there to bounce off of. :)
(23:02:51) CdrTKirr: =)
(23:03:15) LordCoburn: Which is important!
(23:04:00) VAdmBlackthorne: With Urist's joining, our roster is now full for the first time since, well, I have no idea.
(23:04:13) LordCoburn: Sweet.
(23:04:14) DoctorTav: :: cheers wildly ::
(23:04:21) LordCoburn: We should go...I dunno, explore something.
(23:04:34) VAdmBlackthorne: He will be perpetually late for a while, but it's worth it to get Shelev back, wouldn't y'all say?
(23:04:37) DoctorTav: Give me some time to patch people up before we kill them again?
(23:04:39) CdrTKirr: Yeah... pretty crazy.
(23:04:43) LordCoburn: I would indeed say that.
(23:05:00) LtCmdrBusard: I would say that too!
(23:05:00) CdrTKirr: I will, Tav... for the most part.
(23:05:33) EnsignJohnTChance: LOL
(23:05:39) DoctorTav: Let's see... It looks like Ensign Lartro is the next red shirt in rotation.
(23:05:40) VAdmBlackthorne: This is a good time for everyone to consider updating their bios, or writing them in the first place. It'd be nice to have all the player characters with links on the manifest page.
(23:06:05) DoctorTav: By the way, I found a resource for converting actual date into stardate
(23:06:10) CdrTKirr: lol Tav
(23:06:20) VAdmBlackthorne: Bah, I just use actual dates.
(23:06:24) CdrTKirr: :: coughs ::
(23:06:59) VAdmBlackthorne: It's always the current RL day in the sim year. May 2, 2391 for today.
(23:07:25) VAdmBlackthorne: Ignore the fact that sequential sims are a week apart.
(23:07:43) DoctorTav: Stardate 0 is January 1, 2323
(23:07:52) DoctorTav: Stardate this second: 68334.14764079134
(23:08:18) DoctorTav: In the Sim, that is
(23:08:23) CdrTKirr: Congrats again McKnight, and welcome back, Urist. =) Good night for now, see you next week.
(23:08:31) LordCoburn: Night, Liz!
(23:08:37) DoctorTav: I believe I will join my wife. Good night, everyone
(23:08:40) VAdmBlackthorne: That doesn't make sense, they used Stardates before 2323
(23:08:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway, good night all!
(23:08:58) DoctorTav: Yes, but it was a different format. When they started Next Gen...
(23:09:04) CdrTKirr: Oh by the way Tav... GEEEEEK
(23:09:06) LordCoburn: Night!
(23:09:07) DoctorTav: They created a whole new rule system
(23:09:20) DoctorTav: Call me a geek or nerd, just not a dork.
(23:09:49) LordCoburn: I'm just gonna stick with using the date and CALLING it a stardate, I think. Stardate 0502.12
(23:09:50) LtKuari left the room.
(23:10:01) CdrTKirr left the room.
(23:10:33) LordCoburn: Another one of those Cervantes holdovers.
(23:10:51) LtLedaHarper left the room.
(23:10:53) VAdmBlackthorne: Maybe use the sim date instead of the real one?
(23:10:53) DoctorTav left the room.
(23:11:28) LordCoburn: 0502.90 in this case, you mean?
(23:11:51) VAdmBlackthorne: 91, but yeah
(23:11:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Makes it a little less obvious
(23:12:02) LordCoburn: I suppose I could do that.
(23:13:19) EnsignJohnTChance left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:14:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, good night everyone! See you all next week.
(23:14:36) LtCmdrBusard: Night all!