Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed May 9 20:59:21 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(20:59:22) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: 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.
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(20:59:28) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks
(20:59:39) ColDougMcKnight: Admiral.
(20:59:49) CdrTKirr: Greetings.
(21:00:51) DoctorTav: Hello, Admiral
(21:01:55) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:02:18) LtJGAlexisWright [Mibbit@71.236.zvh.yk] entered the room.
(21:02:32) LtJGAlexisWright: Hiyooo
(21:02:53) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:03:31) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ezrd-57-821-03-195.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:03:43) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy all!
(21:04:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya folks!
(21:04:55) John [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:07:02) John left the room (quit: Client Quit).
(21:07:23) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:07:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Chance
(21:08:14) EnsignJohnTChance: Hi. How's it going tonight?
(21:09:10) CdrTKirr: Okay... sleepy still.
(21:09:42) EnsignJohnTChance: Brew some more tea!
(21:09:44) ColDougMcKnight: Going...a little meh. It's possible, though I don't know how likely, that I may have to leave suddenly at some point to talk to the police. I had to call them earlier after I witnessed a civil disturbance on the way home.
(21:09:58) LtJGAlexisWright: Hongry. Reheating leftovers for dinner.
(21:10:49) CdrTKirr: Having another ginger ale with crown =X
(21:11:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Well then, shall we get started?
(21:11:05) EnsignJohnTChance: Oh, that'll keep you awake all right!
(21:11:10) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(21:11:15) EnsignJohnTChance: AA
(21:11:16) LtCmdrBusard: ::AA::
(21:11:17) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(21:11:17) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:11:20) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(21:11:30) CdrHarper: :: AA ::
(21:12:22) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: We resume right where we left off. The pirate fleet has retreated, and Atlantis is battered but not beaten. Many repairs must be made, but at least the battle is over.
(21:12:39) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:13:13) VAdmBlackthorne: (Also, don't forget escape pods coming in from the Revenge and other lost ships full of injuries)
(21:14:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright then...
(21:14:37) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:38) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:39) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:14:50) LtJGAlexisWright: :: belated AA ::
(21:15:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: in the ready room, talking with Zuriyev ::
(21:15:35) DoctorTav: :: continues cleaning up Sickbay in an attempt to prepare for the coming injuries and casualties from other ships and the Sharks ::
(21:15:57) LtLedaHarper [Talaith@03-31-48-61.hlrn.qwest.net] entered the room.
(21:16:01) VAdmBlackthorne: (Welcome Leda)
(21:16:33) ColDougMcKnight: :: Sweeping deck 6, coordinating with an officer in C&C monitoring internal sensors to seek out any trapped, unconscious or otherwise incapacitated crewmen who may need to be taken to sickbay for medical attention. ::
(21:16:38) ColDougMcKnight: (Evening.)
(21:16:46) CdrHarper: :: at the helm, stoically flying the recovery operation ::
(21:17:00) LtCmdrBusard: :: Percy has joined one of the repair crews, repairing a section of a Jeffries Tube that sustained structural damage in the firefight.::
(21:17:09) CdrTKirr: :: on the Bridge, tirelessly collecting and awaiting reports from all departments ::
(21:18:24) LtJGAlexisWright: :: monitoring ship's operations from her console on the bridge, staring kind of dumbly at the debris from destroyed ships on her sensor display ::
(21:18:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Coordinated attacks against Vinland, Gencodia, Shangri-La, and New Delaware colony. We may underestimated these pirates, Ian.
(21:19:11) EnsignJohnTChance: ::looks around at the carnage and confusion in Sickbay. Realizes he is appalled, but not so much at the ongoing chaos as with his earlier outburst over the death of the marine. Decides he would be more useful elsewhere. Disappears through the swooshing door::
(21:19:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Clearly. We'll need more than Third Fleet to win this.
(21:22:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> I agree. Stand by until you receive new orders.
(21:23:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Aye sir. Atlantis out.
(21:23:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: a bit of debris floats by the ready room's window ::
(21:24:08) LtLedaHarper: (Sorry, gang, off phone. My, what a mess.)
(21:24:31) LtJGAlexisWright: :: stuffs her feelings of grief away to deal with later :: +Chance+ Wright to Chance.
(21:25:00) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes some stuff that got thrown off his shelves, leaves it to deal with later, and heads back onto the bridge ::
(21:25:03) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Chance here.
(21:25:15) VAdmBlackthorne: Status, T'Kirr?
(21:26:29) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Can you please head to Science Lab 3? A team of techs will meet you there. I want you to look at all of the sensor data about those mines and figure out if we can disable one and bring it aboard.
(21:26:36) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Atlantis receives a hail from Vinland.
(21:27:07) LtJGAlexisWright: We are being hailed from Vinland, Commander.
(21:27:15) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Glad to oblige, Lieutenant. I was kinda useless down here in medical.
(21:27:48) LtJGAlexisWright: :: dispatches a group of lab monkeys to report to Chance in Science Lab 3 ::
(21:27:49) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ On my way. Chance out.
(21:28:11) VAdmBlackthorne: On screen.
(21:28:49) LtJGAlexisWright: :: Didn't see the Admiral had come back :: er. Yes, Admiral. :: puts it on screen ::
(21:28:52) CdrTKirr: :: looks up from her chair, but only spares him a glance before looking back to her chair arm console :: Engineering is focusing on structural repairs. Escape pods from the Revenge are being collected by various ships, three of which are on route to Shuttlebay One now.
(21:29:00) CdrTKirr: (( I'm slow, that went before the hail ))
(21:29:45) CdrHarper: We have managed to recover thirteen of them ourselves.
(21:30:51) ColDougMcKnight: Captain Suresh> ::Appears on screen, looking a bit tired, but only in the sense of having just come down from a great and prolonged state of agitation.:: You have our thanks over here, sir. We were tying in just about every power source we had, but even so, I'm not sure how much more of that bombardment our shields could have held off.
(21:32:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank the survivors of the Revenge, Captain. Their sacrifice made the destruction of those torpedo ships possible.
(21:32:22) DoctorTav: :: shoves aside debris from the firefight, clearing one more biobed, and sets up the tools the way they should be. At this point, Sickbay is starting to look back to normal ::
(21:33:28) LtLedaHarper: :: Down in Sickbay, the worst of the mess - said mess mostly being the bodies of hostiles - has been cleared out. The beds are cluttering up with the worst-wounded, chairs and corners with the more mobile. Harper's commandeered a kit and is dealing efficiently with some of the more minor injuries. :: "Doctor? Do we need to set up another room?"
(21:33:43) ColDougMcKnight: Suresh> Believe me, I shall thank them all in turn and in person. In the meantime, I thought you should know we did not stand entirely idle while the fleet lifted the seige. Commander Bleys has just informed me that the Promenade is fully cordoned off and converted, as are three of our cargo bays to supplement our infirmary, which stands ready.
(21:34:42) ColDougMcKnight: Suresh> I pray all the space is not necessary, but even so, we can take the less crititcal cases off your hands so that your doctors can focus on triage.
(21:35:09) LtLedaHarper: "We're going to be out in the hallway at this rate." :: Harper's shed her helmet and the uniform gloves, but is still in armor. ::
(21:35:11) VAdmBlackthorne: I will distribute that information immediately to the Fleet. Stand by to receive the USS Concorde, which is in the worst shape.
(21:35:23) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Wright to Sickbay.
(21:35:28) DoctorTav: :: turns to the sound of Harper's voice :: Actually, we have Triage set up, and Doctor Nolan is up there now. We are just about reset and ready to start moving the worst of the injured in here for their treatment.
(21:35:33) VAdmBlackthorne: She'll be towed in.
(21:35:56) DoctorTav: +Wright+ Go ahead.
(21:36:15) LtLedaHarper: :: Leda nods to Tav. :: "Yessir. Please let me know what I can do."
(21:36:44) DoctorTav: :: nods back to Harper in acknowledgement as he listens to Wright over the Comm ::
(21:37:23) ColDougMcKnight: Suresh> Our engineers are of course also standing by. Please also inform your commanders that any requests for additional supplies should be relayed directly to our comm officer.
(21:38:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Will do, and thank you, Captain.
(21:38:14) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ I've got a custodial crew standing by with bins to haul out large debris. Would they be in the way if they came in now?
(21:38:28) ColDougMcKnight: Suresh> ::Nods briskly.:: Of course, Admiral. Vinland out.
(21:38:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Wright, distribute that information across the fleet.
(21:39:12) DoctorTav: +Wright+ Send them in. The large debris is about all that's left, and it's in a pile... mostly. :: looks around at the almost-normal-looking Sickbay ::
(21:39:37) LtJGAlexisWright: Aye, sir. :: dispatches the message to the remaining ships ::
(21:39:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Have the Discovery tow in the Concorde.
(21:40:15) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Great. I'll ask them to be in and out quickly. Wright out. :: sends in the janitors ::
(21:40:27) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Steps quickly out of the turbolift and heads down the corridor to Science Lab 3. Spots the two men and single woman dressed in one piece jumpsuits standing around inside:: Crewmen...and, ah, lady. You've been assigned to me. We've a tricky little task to perform.
(21:40:44) LtJGAlexisWright: :: transmits Blackthorne's orders to the Discovery and Concorde ::
(21:40:52) LtCmdrBusard: :: After having braced a wall together, Lt. Busard and one or two other engineers go about fusing wall sections back together.:: Anybody else have the sudden urge to sing Frere Jacques? :: She turns to some quizzical looks.:: Right, just me.
(21:41:29) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> As if in defiance of the impending humiliation, the Concorde's impulse engines flicker to life.
(21:42:25) LtJGAlexisWright: :: relays this information to the bridge and starts scanning for warp field anomalies or signs of core breach or anything else weird and bad ::
(21:42:53) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A hail comes in from the Concorde.
(21:43:47) CdrTKirr: The Condorde is hailing us, Admiral.
(21:44:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Hm. Put `em on screen.
(21:44:43) LtJGAlexisWright: On screen.
(21:46:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Captain Finley> Concorde thanks you for the thought, Admiral, but we shall not be needing that tow after all. We'll make it on our own power.
(21:46:19) LtJGAlexisWright: Custodians> :: enter Sickbay with maglev bins :: They said there's a pile somewhere?
(21:46:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Carry on then, Captain!
(21:47:27) DoctorTav: :: points to the pile in the middle of the room, a fair distance from the biobeds on all sides :: It's pretty well done, we just need it out of here.
(21:47:36) LtJGAlexisWright: :: sends belay order to the Discovery with indication that Concorde is on her own power ::
(21:47:47) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles a bit at that effort and sits down :
(21:48:48) CdrTKirr: :: shoots Ian a glance at his internal amusement ::
(21:49:14) LtJGAlexisWright: Custodians> Right-o. :: head to indicated pile and start transferring it from floor to bin ::
(21:50:16) EnsUrist [Adium@s272-222.dsl.tsoft.com] entered the room.
(21:50:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey, I can understand it. No Captain wants to be towed into dock.
(21:51:03) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Looks each of his three techs in the eyes, amused at their befuddlement:: Okay team, here's the deal. Seems there's an unidentified number of mines floating around outside the ship. That's bad. Unfortunately, somebody decided we didn't need to see them, so they're also cloaked. That's also...bad.
(21:51:30) CdrTKirr: I didn't say that I did not understand it.
(21:51:56) VAdmBlackthorne: Fair enough. (Welcome Urist!)
(21:52:44) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech One> So what exactly are we supposed to do...sir?
(21:52:46) CdrTKirr: (( Oh right... it's you. ))
(21:53:11) LtJGAlexisWright: Custodians> :: walk up to Tav with the pile now securely in the bins :: More work?
(21:54:20) CdrHarper: :: swings around to catch another escape pod ::
(21:54:27) DoctorTav: :: looks around for anything that needs to be removed. Not finding it... :: Nope. Thank you. Hopefully it is a while before we need you again like that.
(21:55:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Glad you asked, crewman. All we have to do is find a couple of them even though we can't see them, disable one of them even though it's invisible and bring it back in here even though, like I said before, we can't see it.
(21:55:57) LtJGAlexisWright: Custodians> :: nod amiably :: Off I go then. :: lumber out of Sickbay with bins full of debris ::
(21:56:20) DoctorTav: :: Sends a message to Ops that Sickbay is open for business ::
(21:56:21) VAdmBlackthorne: (Work, work.)
(21:56:35) LtJGAlexisWright: ( <3 I knew you'd catch it :D )
(21:56:40) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Sickbay to Triage.
(21:57:32) LtJGAlexisWright: :: notifies medical teams that Sickbay is open again ::
(21:57:41) DoctorTav: (( Just to make sure, the custodians do not speak in unison, right? And they have a healthy, ruddy skin tone? ))
(21:58:24) LtLedaHarper: (We are custodial. Trash will be assimilated.)
(21:58:31) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Tech one looks at tech two and both of them look at tech three who frowns for the whole group. Chance throws them a smile:: It's not that difficult, really. ::points to the girl:: Take the console over on the right and punch up that Klingon data. They wrote the book on cloaking technology. Find something we can use.
(21:58:50) LtJGAlexisWright: ( Tav - they were Warcraft peons omg. )
(21:59:04) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech three> Aye, sir.
(21:59:11) CdrTKirr: :: sewing someone's skin back together, manages to slap his badge :: +Tav+ Nolan here.
(21:59:24) LtJGAlexisWright: ( well human ones. peasants. )
(21:59:59) EnsUrist: :: Producing loud bangs and expletives from Jeffries tubes in main engineering. Whether anything productive comes of said bangs will not be known for some time. ::
(22:00:41) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Thank you for taking care of the wounded while we were closed, Doctor. Sickbay is operational and ready for the more severely injured. Is there anyone who should be transported, or can everyone walk or be carried?
(22:01:03) LtCmdrBusard: :: Turns around in the Tube, having heard some very loud bangs and expletives:: Is everyone alright?
(22:01:22) EnsUrist: I'M FINE YOUR FILTHY COUPLERS AREN'T.
(22:01:25) EnsUrist: MA'AM.
(22:01:33) LtJGAlexisWright: ( *snerk* )
(22:02:25) LtJGAlexisWright: ( naughty, filthy couplers. bad, BAD couplers. )
(22:03:20) CdrTKirr: Nolan> :: cranes his neck and does a quick assessment :: Transport beds four, seven, and eight. I can handle the rest. I heard we have some escape pods coming in soon?
(22:03:26) EnsUrist: :: The sound of an air canister expending happens and a tube over Busard's head emits a puff of something that is probably an OSHA violation. The air canister noise, however, came from the other side of the room. Whether these two actions are related is an exercise for the reader. ::
(22:04:21) CdrHarper: I believe that to be all of the escape pods, Admiral.
(22:04:58) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Points to tech two:: You take the other console and do the same with that Romulan crap. Their cloaks are mostly stolen from the Klingons, but you never know.
(22:06:01) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech One> What about me, sir?
(22:06:14) EnsignJohnTChance: Go see if you can find us some coffee.
(22:06:34) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ That is correct, we have several coming from escape pods. Let me know when the patients you are sending my way are ready for transport. Sickbay is standing by to transport. :: walks to a viewscreen and punches up the transport controls, and punches in the biobeds Nolan indicated, as well as taking a quick look at their vitals as he waits ::
(22:06:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Go get some rest, Commander.
(22:07:05) CdrHarper: Sir, I am fine.
(22:07:31) CdrTKirr: Nolan> :: gets a nod from one, but the other two are out cold :: +Tav+ Right. They're ready.
(22:07:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Go.
(22:08:04) CdrHarper: Yessir. :: disappears into the TL ::
(22:08:38) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Three> I have the data, sir. I'm sending it to your console.
(22:08:43) LtCmdrBusard: ....Urist. Tell me that whatever you just stuck in the ventilation pipes was, it won't kill me.
(22:09:07) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets up and takes helm ::
(22:09:49) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Alright, and we're ready here. Energizing. :: Activates the medical transporters, and the three injured materialize on beds around Sickbay. Tav would never admit this, but it feels really good to be back to doing the things that should be done in Sickbay ::
(22:09:56) CdrTKirr: :: watches Blackthorne's actions surreptitiously over her console screen, exhaling a silent but long-suffering sigh ::
(22:10:33) DoctorTav: +Nolan+ Oh, and one more thing... Do you need the EMH up there?
(22:10:45) EnsignJohnTChance: Very well. ::sits in front of science computer station 6 and looks over the data tech three has sent him. Nods with semi satisfaction:: Computer, plug in Klingon protocol 7734 and scan the exterior of the ship, if you please.
(22:10:48) EnsUrist: Everything will kill you!
(22:10:57) VAdmBlackthorne: :: settles Atlantis into a close position by Vinland, leaving the inner docks for ships in worse condition ::
(22:11:05) EnsignJohnTChance: Computer> Scanning.
(22:11:18) EnsUrist: You work in a room in which matter and antimatter collide and produce more ::BANG:: energy than anything in the history of invention and CONSIDER THIS NORMAL!
(22:11:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Wright, coordinate with sickbay into getting some of the wounded transferred to Vinland.
(22:11:34) CdrTKirr: Nolan> :: shudders a bit, then presses his suture tool back into the right place :: +Tav+ You can have him. I'm good, here.
(22:11:46) EnsignJohnTChance: This could take a while, kids. If it works, we'll be heroes.
(22:12:05) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Wright to Sickbay.
(22:12:43) DoctorTav: EMH> :: gives Nolan a slight dirty look, overhearing the ire in the way Nolan said what he said, and blinks out of existence in Triage ::
(22:13:00) EnsignJohnTChance: Computer> Scan complete. The immediate exterior area surrounding the ship is free of debris and other objects.
(22:13:16) DoctorTav: +Wright+ Tav here. Go ahead.
(22:13:59) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Looks at tech three and frowns. Tech three frowns back:: Well, that was a bright idea.
(22:14:05) LtJGAlexisWright: +Tav+ Vinland has available beds for wounded if you need the help. Transporter room 2 is at your disposal.
(22:14:12) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Three> What now, sir?
(22:14:27) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Two> Yeah. Now what?
(22:15:10) LtCmdrBusard: And that is because it is designed NOT to explode in a way that kills people. And if you do ANYTHING in my ship that alters that, I will wire your brain into the power relay, and the rest of you into the sewage processing systems.
(22:15:27) VAdmBlackthorne: (Wow.)
(22:15:32) LtCmdrBusard: And then I'll hit THAT with a wrench and see how you like it. Have I made myself clear?
(22:15:36) DoctorTav: EMH> :: Seconds after his disappearance from Triage, reappears in Sickbay, still with the dirty look on his otherwise bland face. After a brief moment, EMH looks around and finds the patient that needs help the most. ::
(22:16:07) EnsUrist: Yes.
(22:16:09) EnsUrist: MA'AM.
(22:16:15) EnsUrist: :: Bang! ::
(22:16:29) LtCmdrBusard: Damn right.
(22:17:02) EnsUrist: . o O {Because I have to. For now.}
(22:17:20) DoctorTav: +Wright+ Good to know, and thank you. Let me see what is going on with the Shuttle Bays, and I will get some patients moving as I need. Tav out.
(22:17:25) LtCmdrBusard: (Aw crap)
(22:17:37) DoctorTav: +Medical Team 3 +Tav to Med Team 3.
(22:17:56) DoctorTav: Medical Team 3> +Tav+ Go ahead, sir.
(22:18:08) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Chance looks around and then back at his two assistants:: Can you guys keep a secret? ::The two techs shrugg. Chance presses a button and a small drawer beneath his console slides open. He takes an orb shaped object with electrodes jutting from opposite ends from it::
(22:18:15) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The Concorde slips into a berth in Vinland with a standing ovation from the dock crew.
(22:18:29) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Three> What's that, sir?
(22:18:45) VAdmBlackthorne: (Fair warning: Time jump of a day in 5 minutes)
(22:19:31) DoctorTav: +Medical Team 3+ Let me know who the worst injured from the escape pods are. If they're really bad off, we'll just send them to Vinland where they can get the Starbase experience.
(22:19:39) EnsUrist: :: The sound of a drill starts and stops in a tube near where the "stuff" came out earlier. Under the floor, something goes "DING!" ::
(22:19:43) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Smiles:: This, my dear, is a borg eyeball. At least part of one anyway.
(22:19:57) DoctorTav: Medical Team 3> +Tav+ You got it, sir. We have a few already and we haven't got to everyone yet.
(22:20:00) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech one> Where did you get that, sir?
(22:20:12) DoctorTav: +Medical Team 3+ Keep me posted. Tav out.
(22:20:34) EnsUrist: ::Urist crawls out of a Jeffries tube nowhere near the drill sound, goes to where the "DING!" was, lifts a vent, and retrieves his lunch.::
(22:20:51) EnsUrist: ::Salutes:: MA'AM.
(22:21:05) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Shrugs:: Dad won it off some gambler in a poker game back home on Mars. He told me the guy had no idea what it was. He was wearing it as a pendant. Dad thought I could put it to better use.
(22:21:20) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Three> What do we do with it?
(22:22:04) LtCmdrBusard: ...Is that Salisbury?
(22:22:11) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sniff Sniff::
(22:22:14) EnsUrist: :: It should be stated that Urist is a Tellarite, with a large amount of facial hair, four and a half feet tall, and is covered in filth. ::
(22:22:55) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, one of the reasons the Klingons have always done so badly against the borg is because the borg can literally see through their cloaking tech. So if we plug this baby into the scanners, we might get a look at the mines. Even a ghost view would be good.
(22:23:05) EnsUrist: Targ. Ma'am.
(22:23:11) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A day passes!
(22:23:18) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Repairs proceed with threats and profanity. Wounded are moved, and some people manage to even get some sleep.
(22:23:26) LtCmdrBusard: Oh GOD!
(22:23:34) LtCmdrBusard: It's like it's attacking my senses!
(22:23:55) EnsUrist: Be glad I'm not eating it here. :: Exeunt ::
(22:24:07) EnsUrist: (( ok NOW arbitrary date jump ))
(22:24:14) VAdmBlackthorne: :: arrives back on the the bridge after getting some rest ::
(22:25:07) LtJGAlexisWright: :: from her console on the bridge :: +Chance+ Wright to Chance. Report?
(22:25:16) CdrHarper: :: already sitting at helm, even though there's no flying to be done ::
(22:26:27) ColDougMcKnight: :: Has re-taken his tactical station...after presumably sleeping. And having some raktajino. ::
(22:26:56) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Fixes a cord to the end of the Borg device and feeds it into a female slot on the board:: Okay, kids, this should do it. Computer. Scan the exterior area of the ship for mines, if you please.
(22:26:56) CdrTKirr: :: enters the Bridge, seemingly refreshed ::
(22:27:36) EnsignJohnTChance: Computer> Thirty mines identified.
(22:27:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Colonel, Commander Harper, how are we looking?
(22:28:27) ColDougMcKnight: Ready to do all the crap again if we have to, sir.
(22:28:44) CdrHarper: Engines are operational.
(22:28:51) EnsignJohnTChance: ::Claps his two techs on the back:: See what you can do with a little faith and a lucky son of a bitch for a father? Computer, display the closest mine on screen, if you please.
(22:28:55) DoctorTav: :: Tav is in his quarters where he has been for the last two hours after he was finally able to escape Sickbay, the worst of the injured either recovering or sent off to Vinland to hopefully make their fate a bit better. Tav is sitting in his comfortable chair, the viewscreen playing some old Earth movie from the 1980s, but Tav is ubable to pay attention, and eventually falls asleep right there, in uniform, in his chair. ::
(22:29:15) EnsUrist: (( For additional reading: http://www.nebraska-locksmith.com/articles/ManifoldM.pdf ))
(22:29:34) LtCmdrBusard: :: Swallows several painkillers and washes it down with a cup of raktajino:: Okay. It's not so bad. MAYBE he's bathed today!
(22:30:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes his seat and skims a PADD that was waiting on him with reports and whatnot ::
(22:30:55) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A priority one hail arrives from Starfleet Command.
(22:31:02) VAdmBlackthorne: (Mike, IM)
(22:31:22) LtJGAlexisWright: Admiral. Priority one hail from Starfleet Command.
(22:31:36) LtCmdrBusard: (Mike's a little busy at present. One of our cats has been sick.)
(22:31:40) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll take it in the ready room. T'Kirr, you have the bridge.
(22:31:55) CdrTKirr: :: nods, taking her seat ::
(22:32:31) LtJGAlexisWright: :: sends the hail to the ready room ::
(22:32:32) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the RR ::
(22:32:37) EnsignJohnTChance: ::A ghostlike image of a floating killer mine appears. Translucent, both the exterior and interior view is displayed::
(22:32:56) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Chance to Lieutenant Wright.
(22:33:18) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ I hailed you first, Ensign. Go ahead.
(22:33:56) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits behind his desk :: Blackthorne here.
(22:34:11) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watches as Zuriyev's bald pate appears on the screen ::
(22:34:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Ian, I trust my ship is alright?
(22:34:47) LtKuari: :: drops her nose to the base of the door to Tav's quarters, sniffs for a moment, then sits and stares at the door ::
(22:34:55) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ It took all night, but I've singled out one of the mines, and we'd like permission to use the dish array to place a magnetic shield between the firing mechanism. Once that's done, we can haul it in for inspection with a standard tractor beam.
(22:35:40) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, my ship is fine, Alexi. Repairs are proceeding well.
(22:36:17) LtJGAlexisWright: :: glances down at the research data Chance has sent her... it's a brilliant idea. It might actually work. :: +Chance+ Nice work, Ensign. Stand by.
(22:36:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Excellent. Ian, I have someone you need to meet. Admiral Ian Blackthorne, Ambassador Basko, Bolian representative to the Federation Council.
(22:36:40) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Standing by.
(22:36:43) EnsUrist: :: Urist enters main engineering carrying what appears to be a large bronze cylinder. ::
(22:36:46) EnsUrist: Ma'am.
(22:37:05) LtKuari: :: contemplates a moment, then activates Tav's door chime ::
(22:37:08) EnsUrist: :: Enters a jeffries tube and drags the bronze cylinder behind him ::
(22:37:13) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As the screen is shifted, a second balt pate comes into view, this one blue and bifurcated.
(22:37:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Ambassador. :: nods to the screen ::
(22:37:52) LtJGAlexisWright: Commander T'Kirr, the science team that's been working on the mines is prepared to attempt a disarm and recover procedure. We'll need to use the dish array and tractor beam to do so. With full power diverted to the forward shields, I think the risk involved in this procedure is minimal.
(22:37:55) DoctorTav: :: doesn't. even. twitch. ::
(22:38:05) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Admiral Blackthorne. You should know, I read and re-read the report as soon as it came in. You and the entirety of Third Fleet are to be congratulated on some fine, fine work.
(22:38:43) LtCmdrBusard: :: Reads her daily report:: Okay, so today's tasks. There's still damage on decks 7 and 18, and we need two teams out on the outer hull repairing external damage. Any volunteers?
(22:38:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, Ambassador.
(22:39:08) EnsUrist: No, ma'am!
(22:39:48) CdrTKirr: :: stands and comes around to study Wright's console for herself a moment :: Very good. Send a message to the fleet of our intentions, and stand by.
(22:40:04) LtJGAlexisWright: :: does so ::
(22:40:16) LtKuari: :: chimes Tav's door again ::
(22:40:37) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> :: Stops and frowns. :: That's ONE reason I asked Admiral Zuriyev to hold off on contacting you until I could be present as well. The other is because you're going to like very little of what you hear in the next few minutes, and I thought you deserved better than to hear it from a go between.
(22:40:52) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns :: Go on, Ambassador.
(22:41:01) DoctorTav: :: Nothing happens. ::
(22:42:36) LtKuari: :: knows Tav's in her quarters, because her nose tells her so, and she briefly considers using her Security override, but she chimes Tav's door again ::
(22:43:05) LtCmdrBusard: ...Right. Well, then I will assign teams. Team 1 will consist of Quinn, Thompson, Anders, and Urist. You'll be working on the damage on deck 7.
(22:43:07) CdrTKirr: :: stands next to Science, a slight frown on her face, and turns her eyes to the RR door ::
(22:43:21) DoctorTav: :: hears the chime in his sleep this time, but he barely acknowledges it and falls back into his sleep ::
(22:43:34) EnsUrist: (( aw I was expecting to go out on the hull, I'll work harder to make you miserable for next time ))
(22:43:42) LtCmdrBusard: (Oh goddamnit.)
(22:43:47) LtCmdrBusard: (:-P)
(22:43:51) CdrTKirr: +Tav's Room+ Tav, you in there? It's Kuari. Can I come in?
(22:44:01) CdrTKirr: (( Kuari... ))
(22:44:51) DoctorTav: :: incorporates Kuari's words over the comm into his dream, and subconsciously replies :: Cmm nn.
(22:45:12) EnsUrist: Of course deck seven, always deck seven. It's only where they keep the prisoners. :: grumble bitch moan complain etc ::
(22:45:14) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> It won't surprise you to learn you're not the only one who had to re-evaluate where we classify these people in light of what happened yesterday. We spent much of the past 24 hours doing just that. Ultimately, I introduced and won support for a move to immediately open formal diplomatic talks with the Free Fleets.
(22:45:34) EnsUrist: :: Exeunt with the other engineers. ::
(22:46:12) LtKuari: :: perks her ears and head upwards as the door swooshes open and enters the darkened room, lit by the flicker of the 1980's film splashing around Tav in his chair ::
(22:46:16) LtCmdrBusard: Team 2 is James, Xula, T'Ranga and Falkes. You guys are Deck 18. :: She goes on to name the other teams, and joins the hull group for the time being.::
(22:46:18) VAdmBlackthorne: :: raises both eyebrows :: Ambassador, you can't give diplomatic recongition to what's essentially a band of outlaws, even if a large one.
(22:48:09) LtKuari: Tav? :: trots over to the couch, cranes her neck over his shoulder and peers into his sleeping face ::
(22:48:48) LtCmdrBusard: (Incidentally, my mind is pretty blown by these recipes.)
(22:49:16) EnsUrist: (( Food poisoning results from best food ))
(22:49:51) DoctorTav: :: At the sound of a voice not electronically changed, Tav squints his eyes open and sees a Rucara face filling his. Then it registers :: Gaaaah! AAaaaAAAAHH!
(22:50:43) LtKuari: :: jumps away, wings smacking the nearby furniture :: What? What?
(22:52:42) ColDougMcKnight: (one sec!)
(22:53:38) DoctorTav: :: is now fully awake with adrenaline pumping. Tav catches his bearings and realizes that the fight or flight is not necessary :: It's just you. :: climbs down off the back of his chair :: I'm sorry, Kuari, I was dead asleep and woke up to you being inches away. I haven't had that happen in a very long time, and I had gotten used to it not happening.
(22:54:55) LtKuari: :: sits and cocks her head :: Sorry. Rough night?
(22:55:21) DoctorTav: :: feels his pulse slowly lowering :: You could say that. I just got off two hours ago.
(22:56:49) LtKuari: :: ears wilt briefly :: Oh, sorry. :: looks down at the floor, then crawls to in front of the TV, creating a Rucara-shaped sillhouette :: I have the morning off. Do you just need to sleep?
(22:57:58) DoctorTav: Yes. I am so tired. In fact, I didn't even make it to bed. But you are welcome to stay.
(22:57:59) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Admiral, you can't possibly believe it's actually that simple. That "band of outlaws" just chased some of our finest ships back to their home base, mauled your fleet, and STILL had enough strength in reserve to launch an assault all along our frontier. We can't write this off as a police action any more.
(22:58:59) LtKuari: :: ears jump upwards and she immediately drops to the floor, tucking her wings about her :: Don't worry, I'll keep the nightmares away. You sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.
(22:59:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Mauled is a bit strong of a word, Ambassador. But yes, they're a threat, and I just need more than Third Fleet to deal with them.
(23:00:25) DoctorTav: :: settles back into his chair, and into a good position to be comfortable. Within a few moments, he is already drifting back to sleep :: Thank... y...
(23:00:59) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Okay, Admiral. Let's run through this. You want reinforcements in order to pursue a full out campaign against these pirates?
(23:01:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes.
(23:01:34) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:35) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:37) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:41) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:01:45) LtJGAlexisWright: :: || ::
(23:01:50) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(23:01:58) LtCmdrBusard: :: Le paused::
(23:02:05) EnsignJohnTChance: ::pauses::
(23:02:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, nice cooldown from the battle. Diplomatic relations with the Free Fleets? Find out next week on another episode!
(23:02:50) LtJGAlexisWright: And as of tonight, my wedding is exactly 1 month away, so I'm going to go either stress out about wedding stuff or distract myself from stressing out about wedding stuff
(23:03:13) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, well good luck with that! And congratulations!
(23:03:23) LtJGAlexisWright: ^_^ <3
(23:03:27) LtCmdrBusard: Congrats!
(23:03:54) LtJGAlexisWright left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:04:17) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:04:35) LtKuari left the room.
(23:04:45) EnsUrist left the room.
(23:04:46) LtLedaHarper left the room.
(23:04:51) VAdmBlackthorne: G'night all!
(23:04:51) DoctorTav left the room.
(23:04:57) ColDougMcKnight: Night!
(23:04:58) LtCmdrBusard: G'night!
(23:05:01) EnsignJohnTChance: See you next week