Conversation with #ussatlantis at Wed May 16 20:53:36 2012 on VAdmBlackthorne@opus.il.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(21:00:34) LtJGAlexisWright [Mibbit@w-11-876-382-46.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:00:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:00:53) EnsignJohnTChance [Mibbit@50.10.ypw.ptg] entered the room.
(21:00:55) LtJGAlexisWright: Hihi
(21:01:11) EnsignJohnTChance: Hey everybody!
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(21:01:29) LtJGAlexisWright [Mibbit@w-11-876-382-46.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:02:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:02:08) CdrTKirr [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:02:44) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Salutes :: Commander.
(21:03:46) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Chance :: Ensign.
(21:04:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Hm, where is everyone?
(21:05:15) CdrTKirr: I'm not sure.
(21:05:18) LtJGAlexisWright: Diablo?
(21:05:48) VAdmBlackthorne: :: growls :: Goddamn game killed my raid night last night already....
(21:06:17) LtCmdrBusard [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:06:22) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:06:23) LtCmdrBusard: Hey all!
(21:06:36) LtCmdrBusard: Mike'll be on in a few. He's just on his way home from laundry.
(21:07:35) EnsignJohnTChance: Well that sounds like good clean fun!
(21:07:38) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll chillax til then.
(21:08:04) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm putting food in my face anyway, so works out for me
(21:09:25) LtCmdrBusard: Heh, 'kay.
(21:09:30) EnsUrist [Adium@s272-222.dsl.tsoft.com] entered the room.
(21:09:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:10:14) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@j-88-351-725-23.hsd6.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(21:10:31) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy Shelev - er Urist!
(21:10:32) ColDougMcKnight: (Hey. Sorry for the delay getting back.)
(21:10:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:10:51) EnsUrist: I need to reboot there's stupidness happening here
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(21:12:27) LtCmdrBusard: Boo Stupidness.
(21:12:32) LtCmdrBusard: Hooray mead!
(21:13:00) VAdmBlackthorne: I just kegged 5 gallons of fresh Belgian strong golden ale.
(21:13:29) LtCmdrBusard: Blech, beer.
(21:13:38) LtCmdrBusard: :-P But cool!
(21:14:20) LtJGAlexisWright: Blech, alcoholic beverages that aren't strawberry or blackberry margaritas
(21:14:30) VAdmBlackthorne: If your idea of beer is Budweiser, then you've never had beer.
(21:14:54) LtJGAlexisWright: I was fed beer of all kinds at Oktoberfest, I didn't like any of them.
(21:14:59) LtCmdrBusard: My idea of beer is not Budweiser. I've tasted many beers from many places.
(21:15:04) LtCmdrBusard: I do not like them.
(21:15:09) LtCmdrBusard: *what Wright said :-P
(21:15:25) VAdmBlackthorne: More for me!
(21:15:39) CdrTKirr: I pretty much don't like beer, either. Tried many kinds.
(21:15:50) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm surrounded by wrong. Help!
(21:16:17) LtCmdrBusard: Sorry, being a Viking could never be wrong :-P. MEAD BITCHES.
(21:16:28) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm gonna try to make a mead at some point.
(21:16:45) EnsignJohnTChance: Now if you're talking a decent Merlot, or better yet, a really good Cabernet Savignon, I'm on board!
(21:16:46) ColDougMcKnight: I like beer.
(21:16:53) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm sorry I'm always shoving food in my face when we're getting ready to start. It's just that you guys live IN THE FUTURE from my perspective.
(21:16:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Christ, Chance, you too?
(21:17:07) VAdmBlackthorne: I expected SOME masculine backup- oh thank god Mike.
(21:17:10) ColDougMcKnight: Wine is for cowards.
(21:17:12) LtJGAlexisWright: I also don't like wine.
(21:17:15) LtCmdrBusard: To be fair, I hate wine too.
(21:17:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Sorry. I grew up in California...you know...wine country?
(21:17:18) DoctorTav [firstname.lastname@example.org] entered the room.
(21:17:21) LtCmdrBusard: I just like HONEY wine.
(21:17:25) VAdmBlackthorne: California's wine is overrated.
(21:17:26) LtJGAlexisWright: I'm just not a big fan of alcohol.
(21:17:37) LtCmdrBusard: Hey now, I grew up in California too. Means nothing.
(21:17:38) ColDougMcKnight: I kid...sort of. I like SOME wines.
(21:17:42) LtJGAlexisWright: Oregon wines are apparently awesome.
(21:17:46) ColDougMcKnight: But I'm definitely more of a beer guy.
(21:17:50) VAdmBlackthorne: All I heard living in the Bay Area was blah blah Napa valley blah
(21:17:51) DoctorTav: Wow. Someone could have kicked me or something. <COUGH>
(21:17:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Aussie wine is far better.
(21:17:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Tav
(21:18:04) EnsignJohnTChance: Well, actually not wine country...I was a southern California surf bum. I just drank a lot of it.
(21:18:16) LtCmdrBusard: Aw man. We are doomed to battle.
(21:18:22) LtCmdrBusard: I am from the Bay Area.
(21:18:28) EnsignJohnTChance: Aussie wine is awesome, you're right!
(21:18:28) VAdmBlackthorne: I lived there for 7 years.
(21:18:30) LtCmdrBusard: :-P
(21:18:32) VAdmBlackthorne: What part of the bay?
(21:18:36) LtCmdrBusard: San Jose.
(21:18:38) LtCmdrBusard: Born and raised!
(21:18:41) VAdmBlackthorne: Heh, that's where I lived.
(21:18:42) LtJGAlexisWright: I like to go to Oktoberfest as designated driver because then I get free sodas all night.
(21:18:52) LtCmdrBusard: I heard that from Mike! What part did you live in?
(21:19:13) EnsignJohnTChance: San Jose? No Kidding. Me, Redondo Beach.
(21:19:49) VAdmBlackthorne: Santa Clara area mostly, but all of my apartments were somewhere off of Montague/San Tomas Expressway
(21:19:52) LtCmdrBusard: Huh, never heard of it. But then, most of the time I spent in SoCal was hiking through the Mojave.
(21:20:13) VAdmBlackthorne: I just moved to different spots along that road.
(21:20:16) LtJGAlexisWright: If California is so great, I really wish all the ones who move up here and screw up the economy would go home.
(21:20:25) LtCmdrBusard: Hey, cool! I lived right by 101 and Branham lane. Fairly close to the Oakridge mall.
(21:20:34) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh I lived there too when I first got there!
(21:20:40) VAdmBlackthorne: 101 and Blossom Hill Rd.
(21:20:47) LtCmdrBusard: HORRY CRAP.
(21:20:51) LtCmdrBusard: I could have walked there.
(21:20:53) LtCmdrBusard: WEIRD.
(21:20:56) VAdmBlackthorne: That IS weird.
(21:21:07) VAdmBlackthorne: It's weirder that we've known each other all this time and never figured this out.
(21:21:31) LtCmdrBusard: Well, to be fair, I knew you'd live in the Bay Area. I just didn't know you were in my backyard :-P.
(21:21:37) LtJGAlexisWright: But did you live there at the same TIME?
(21:21:42) VAdmBlackthorne: I left in 2008
(21:21:50) EnsignJohnTChance: The non-Californians are feeling left out.
(21:21:53) LtCmdrBusard: Um...I lived there up until 2004. So...yes?
(21:22:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Yep, we did. I was at the South SJ location in 01-02
(21:22:20) LtCmdrBusard: Dayamn.
(21:22:30) EnsUrist [email@example.com] entered the room.
(21:22:36) VAdmBlackthorne: WB
(21:22:41) LtCmdrBusard: WB dude.
(21:22:45) ColDougMcKnight: WB indeed.
(21:22:46) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get started.
(21:22:50) EnsUrist: yay iPad irc client
(21:22:57) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEET :: Attention!
(21:23:03) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:23:03) LtCmdrBusard: Kay! (Also, sorry for leaving out the non-Californians) :-P
(21:23:05) DoctorTav: :: AA ::
(21:23:06) LtCmdrBusard: :: AA ::
(21:23:07) EnsignJohnTChance: AA
(21:23:17) CdrHarper [Mibbit@ezrd-57-821-03-195.rcmdva.fios.verizon.net] entered the room.
(21:23:18) EnsUrist: ::aa::
(21:23:42) LtJGAlexisWright: ::aa::
(21:24:03) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Repairs continue aboard Atlantis as Blackthorne is deep in discussions with Admiral Zuriyev and the Bolian Ambassador Basko, learning our fate.
(21:24:05) LtJGAlexisWright: (I'm totally fine being left out of anything involving California.)
(21:24:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:24:29) LtCmdrBusard: Will there be cake?
(21:24:30) ColDougMcKnight: Nope.
(21:24:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, maybe...
(21:24:42) ColDougMcKnight: To the questions. Cake would be sweet.
(21:24:42) DoctorTav: Will we be baked
(21:24:43) EnsignJohnTChance: Cake is good.
(21:24:44) LtJGAlexisWright: It's so delicious and moist.
(21:25:00) LtCmdrBusard: It's okay. It's a lie anyway.
(21:25:03) VAdmBlackthorne: I also have a little reminder I'd like to drop.
(21:25:03) LtJGAlexisWright: But look at us still talking when there's science to do.
(21:25:13) CdrTKirr: The cake is a lie the cake is a lie the cake is a lie
(21:25:16) LtCmdrBusard: When I look up there it makes me glad I'm not you!
(21:25:35) LtJGAlexisWright: I've experiments to run! There is research to be done! ...on the people who are still alive!
(21:25:40) LtCmdrBusard: I've experiments to run, there is research to be done, on the people who are still ali-right.
(21:25:55) LtCmdrBusard: So, uh, Star Trek!
(21:25:57) ColDougMcKnight: So. Reminder?
(21:26:16) LtJGAlexisWright: <-- Science officer and therefore still in character
(21:26:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Please remember that I try to have something specifically for every department to do in each plot, but it's not always possible. Try to figure out something to do, or if you can't do that, grab someone you normally don't interact with and strike up a conversation. Be involved!
(21:26:32) EnsignJohnTChance: Speaking of science...aw, Lt Wright? What does this wire do?
(21:26:38) EnsUrist: who's in the brig?
(21:26:43) VAdmBlackthorne: You!
(21:26:58) ColDougMcKnight: Right now? Pirates.
(21:26:59) EnsUrist: no really I'm fixing crap on deck 7 where the brig is
(21:27:05) LtCmdrBusard: Lmao
(21:27:10) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Sparks fly everywhere ::
(21:27:15) EnsignJohnTChance: Never mind.
(21:27:16) ColDougMcKnight: Well, they've probably been transferred to Vinland by now.
(21:27:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, just a friendly reminder from the RP Committee.
(21:27:29) VAdmBlackthorne: Let's get going!
(21:27:30) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:27:31) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:27:32) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:27:32) LtCmdrBusard: Yessir!
(21:27:57) LtJGAlexisWright: :: looks up at T'Kirr" We're ready on your command, Sir.
(21:28:02) VAdmBlackthorne: :: staring at the terminal on his desk ::
(21:28:48) CdrHarper: :: at the helm, finding more and more power available as things return to a semblance of normal - in terms of flying the ship, at least ::
(21:28:59) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Chance to Wright.
(21:29:11) LtCmdrBusard: :: Percy is out on the hull, making repairs that are coincidentally close to the view screen! She briefly waves to the bridge crew while she works on repairs.::
(21:29:16) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Go ahead, Chance.
(21:29:50) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Then you're asking us to sign off on the expansion of this mess into what will, in effect if not on paper, be an outright war. Why would we do that, Admiral? With what justification, and for what purpose?
(21:30:06) CdrTKirr: :: stands from her chair and folds her hands behind her :: Proceed, Lieutenant.
(21:30:11) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ My team is ready. Do we have clearance to try placing the magnetic shield in the firing mechanism on the mine I've separated outside?
(21:31:13) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Stand by, Ensign. We're notifying the fleet and waiting for the green light.
(21:31:18) VAdmBlackthorne: Stabilization of a lawless area of space that harbors wanted fugitives from Federation justice. Some of them also practice slavery.
(21:31:31) CdrTKirr: :: listens to Chance through Wright's comm, turning a moment to glance at her before returning her attention to the viewscreen, catching Busard's wave to which she perks an eyebrow ::
(21:31:46) LtCmdrBusard: (Bernie> But only if it's sexy slavery!)
(21:32:02) VAdmBlackthorne: (Renzik> :: grumbles :: )
(21:32:18) CdrTKirr: (Shoulda been born Orion)
(21:32:36) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Standing by, m'am.
(21:32:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: in the security office, disassembling his weapon ::
(21:32:38) LtCmdrBusard: (Eh, was born Risan. Good enough :-P)
(21:33:29) EnsUrist: :: bangs and wrenches on the door of the brig, trying to remove half the door that has a huge dent in it. ::
(21:34:36) LtCmdrBusard: :: As she finishes replacing a section of hull plating, Busard hits her comm:: +Bridge+ Busard to Bridge.
(21:34:42) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes the bottles on the shelf across the room ::
(21:35:05) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Turns to tech one, a young female crewman with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and a one-piece jumpsuit :: Once we get clearance, this is going to be nerve wracking, delicate work. :: Looks over at tech two, a young man dressed similarly to tech one :: You two are going to have to be on your toes.
(21:35:41) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech two > I don't understand, sir. Why don't we just beam it in?
(21:36:07) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Sorry Admiral. Not good enough. They operate in violation of our laws, absolutely. But our laws only apply where we hold legitimate jurisdiction. That jurisdiction does not exist unless we have a diplomatically uncontested claim. We don't.
(21:36:08) LtJGAlexisWright: The fleet reports ready, Commander.
(21:36:40) VAdmBlackthorne: My understanding of diplomacy is that it requires two recognized functional governments.
(21:37:17) CdrTKirr: +Busard+ Go ahead, Commander.
(21:37:31) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Chance frowns before speaking :: Even with the Borg tech I'm using, you may have noticed that the mine is a transparent ghost. We can't be certain of the trigger they used when they set the thing. So what I'm going to try and do is set a magnetic wall that will repulse both sides of the trigger. If we beam it in that state, the wall won't hold.
(21:38:19) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech Two> No?
(21:38:20) LtCmdrBusard: +Bridge+ We're nearing completion of outer hull repairs. I estimate to be finished within the hour.
(21:39:01) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Chance shakes his head :: We'll wind up with one big ass hole in the side of our ship. I imagine the captain will yell at us for that.
(21:39:15) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech One> So what are we going to do, sir?
(21:39:21) LtJGAlexisWright: There might be a risk to personnel physically out on the hull if the magnetic trigger repulsion fails for some reason.
(21:39:30) CdrTKirr: +Busard+ Thank you for your report. Good work out there. Keep me advised of your progress.
(21:39:46) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Yes, it does. A condition now met. The Romulans extended official diplomatic recognition and an invitation to receive an ambassador of the Free Fleets within three hours of the news from Vinland. The Klingons have held off on following suit for now in the interest of solidarity with our government, but they've started applying some pretty strong
(21:40:01) EnsignJohnTChance: Once we get clearance, we'll drag the thing in with a tractor. Once it's in, we can compromise the cloak, and then we'll have a chance to properly defuse it.
(21:40:19) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech two> If not, it will blow. Right sir.
(21:40:37) EnsignJohnTChance: That's right crewman. And what would that be?
(21:40:50) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech two > That would be bad, sir.
(21:40:57) LtCmdrBusard: +Bridge+ Yes, ma'am. :: Stands and begins the somewhat slow trek across the hull to the last section.:: +Urist+ Busard to Ensign Urist. What's the status of Deck 7?
(21:40:57) ColDougMcKnight: diplomatic pressure of their own for us to make some decision on this one. And no, ignoring them further isn't going to satisfy them. Honestly, as far as they're concered, these pirates have just displayed the strength necessary to confer legitimacy. Frankly...they have a point.
(21:41:38) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns :: I see.
(21:42:38) EnsUrist: +Busard+ they apparently make these doors out of cardboard, ma'am. Very heavy cardboard. There's a huge dent in front of brig one and it won't close, but it weighs more than... :trails off.:
(21:42:46) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: reassembles his rifle, satisfied with its state of repair, and stows it in his locker ::
(21:43:16) DoctorTav: :: TIMEWARP to when Tav and Kuari wake up :: :: Many hours later, Tav stirs. The screen is showing a different ancient Earth movie... One of Tav's favorites, "Beneath the Planet of the Apes". Tav turns his attention to the floor below the screen, where the softly breathing dragon form of Kuari lies catlike, but for wings strewn around her. Tav shuffles and pulls himself up in his seat, the crick in his back formed from seven hours sleeping in
(21:43:20) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ It's going to be a little while yet, Engineering still has people out on the hull making repairs. I want to make sure they're safely inside the ship before we make our attempt, just in case something goes wrong. Estimate between 30 and 60 minutes to green light.
(21:43:40) DoctorTav: a semi-upright position. ::
(21:44:05) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ 30 to 60 minutes, aye. We'll be ready for the green light.
(21:44:31) EnsUrist: +Busard+ :: Insert tellarite swearing and huge banging noises.:: okay, it closes now! ma'am.
(21:44:42) EnsUrist: ((iPad keyboard slow is slow))
(21:44:54) VAdmBlackthorne: (but DAT SCREEN)
(21:44:57) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Wright as the comm cuts :: Please notify the fleet of the ETA so that they may continue with their own repairs.
(21:45:01) EnsUrist: ((yup))
(21:45:08) VAdmBlackthorne: (maybe if it had swype :smugdroid: )
(21:45:11) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Please use this time to run a few more holodeck simulations of what you'll be doing to refine your technique. Wright out.
(21:45:21) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Listen. Essentially, as I see it, these people just made a gigantic bluff. They launched that offensive to prove that they can fight us on our terms, and with a hand behind their back to hit us again. Personally, I don't buy it. I think that tactically speaking, they probably made a mistake. They threw everything they had at us, and in the process
(21:45:24) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sighs, shaking her head an chuckling lightly:: Good. Keep me updated, and let me know if you need anything to aid repairs.
(21:45:40) EnsUrist: ((though the dictation works better than it has any right to ))
(21:45:41) LtJGAlexisWright: +Fleetwide+ ::update of ETA to mine recovery attempt ::
(21:46:17) EnsUrist: (( oh just wait until you SEE the door ))
(21:46:32) ColDougMcKnight: took losses that they couldn't afford half as well as we could. Nobody's ever questioned that we're the stronger. If we commit to a campaign to scour the Hinterlands of these people, then sure, I figure we'll eventually win.
(21:46:57) VAdmBlackthorne: You just don't think it's worth the losses we'll take.
(21:47:59) LtKuari [TKirr@90-43-96-75.res.bhn.net] entered the room.
(21:48:00) LtCmdrBusard: (As long as bodily fluids aren't involved, I can deal)
(21:48:26) EnsUrist: (( no that's for the holy bug ))
(21:49:03) EnsUrist: (( I don't remember if you were around for the holy bug, though ))
(21:49:03) CdrHarper: :: ensures that the computer is keeping Atlantis perfectly still for the benefit of the EVA team ::
(21:50:07) LtCmdrBusard: ( I don't remember a holy bug. But then, my memory could be better)
(21:50:11) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Okay, Lieutenant. Proceeding to holodeck three for simulations.
(21:50:15) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Think about it. Think about the very words you used. "They're a threat." With all respect, that's the kind of calm, objective assessment you get from somebody who lives on a flying fortress. The kind of firepower that gets thrown at you in a routine engagement, never mind what you went through yesterday, is more than enough to obliterate most any
(21:50:25) LtCmdrBusard: (BRB)
(21:51:18) ColDougMcKnight: colony we've got out there. And if they've got enough ships to engage in a toe to toe engagement with every ship you had available to throw at them, imagine what they can do if that apply that kind of force in their usual way? Raids, hit and run strikes?
(21:51:34) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Yes, we'd win. But our entire frontier would be a graveyard.
(21:51:41) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Acknowledged. Contact me in 15 with a status report.
(21:51:58) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lets out a long breath, trying to think objectively ::
(21:52:10) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Fifteen minutes, aye. Chance out.
(21:52:57) LtCmdrBusard: (Back(
(21:53:00) LtCmdrBusard: *)
(21:53:50) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> :: Presses on, not letting up. :: Now, let me present the other scenario.
(21:53:54) VAdmBlackthorne: :: thinks about what he almost lost during the biological attack on Gencodia for a moment and immediately answers :: Perhaps you're right, Ambassador.
(21:54:03) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Drums his fingers on the console and frowns. Then looks back and forth between his assistants :: Well, you heard the lady. Simulations. :: Looks at Tech One's nametag :: Crewman...Drake, is it?
(21:54:16) EnsignJohnTChance: Drake > Amanda Drake, sir.
(21:54:23) LtCmdrBusard: (First name Natha-damn)
(21:54:56) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Nods :: Well, you and...:: looks over at tech two ::
(21:55:29) EnsignJohnTChance: Tech two > Jimmy Corrick, sir.
(21:55:57) LtJGAlexisWright: +Busard+ Wright to Commander Busard.
(21:56:48) EnsignJohnTChance: Thank you. You and crewman Corrick can assemble a good 3D picture of our mine and send it to holodeck three. I'll meet the two of you there as soon as you're done. Savvy?
(21:57:03) EnsignJohnTChance: Corrick > Aye, sir.
(21:57:17) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> At this point, I'd like to point out that I'm not entirely divorced from the military perspective. Yes, I've pursued a career in politics, but when our way of life came under real threat, I chose to serve. I was a damage control supervisor on the Tunguska during Operation Return. I know what it is to fight your way through hell, and if I were to
(21:58:30) ColDougMcKnight: speculate, I'd guess that you and a lot of other fine officers feel like you just emerged from hell again, losing a lot along the way, to feel like it was for nothing, because we just gave away the farm, as they say on Earth. Would that be vaguely accurate?
(21:58:40) LtCmdrBusard: :: Gestures to the rest of the hull repair team:: All right, let's set the next piece. Easy coming down, and make sure to activate the gravlocks before letting go. The last thing we need right now is a piece of hull bouncing between us and the shields.
(21:59:01) DoctorTav: :: sits in the chair, watching Kuari breathe as she continues sleeping. ::
(22:00:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, Ambassador, that's accurate.
(22:01:35) LtCmdrBusard: :: Assists in slowly lowering the hull piece into place, where it is secured temporarily while engineers begin welding it in place.::
(22:01:59) CdrTKirr: :: sits in her chair and begins to collects reports from various departments, monitoring the progress of the ship's repairs while checking on the fleet's status as a whole ::
(22:02:20) LtCmdrBusard: Keep going, you're all doing great. I'm gonna head inside to check in with the other teams. ::Heads for the nearest hatch::
(22:03:19) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Well, I can happily tell you you're wrong on that one. Just because we politicans don't fight with phasers doesn't mean we don't have our weapons. And you've given us plenty of ammunition. Namely, a nice long list of engagements in which you and other ships of Third Fleet went up against superior numbers and dominated.
(22:03:29) CdrHarper: :: finds that the computer is, predictably, doing a great job, but can't get over that pilot's ego to double check :
(22:03:56) LtJGAlexisWright: :: repeats her hail :: +Busard+ Wright to Commander Busard. Do you read?
(22:04:34) LtCmdrBusard: (Sorry, missed the first one.)
(22:04:45) LtKuari: :: twitches an ear as Tav shifts his position, then opens an eye ::
(22:04:55) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Yes, we were sucker punched. Hard. But both sides still know that we have the advantage in numbers, resources and training. If we keep fighting, those pirates will get clobbered, and they know it. I promise you, we will not simply gloss over that point when we open negotiations. Slavery? We'll get them to agree to knock that off. Count on it.
(22:05:13) LtCmdrBusard: +Wright+ I read Lieutenant. :: The sound of a chamber pressurizing is in the background:: What can I do for you?
(22:05:57) DoctorTav: :: Tav's gaze meets Kuari's open eye :: Good morning.
(22:06:15) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: I'm glad to hear that, Ambassador. It will make this whole thing sit a lot better.
(22:06:33) VAdmBlackthorne: At least we accomplished something.
(22:06:42) LtJGAlexisWright: +Busard+ I have a Science team prepping a mission to recover one of those mines, but we wanted to make sure everyone was in off the hull and in safely shielded areas of the ship in the event of accidental detonation. Can you please advise when your teams are finished and in safe positions?
(22:07:39) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> Andmore. I intent to insist on a safe corridor through their space so that you can get back to the reason you're out there. Exploring. Meeting people. Expanding the bounds of our knowledge. I realize you're a fighter, Admiral. And I won't lie. As they also say on Earth, we're all going to have to eat some crow in the days ahead.
(22:08:03) LtCmdrBusard: +Wright+ Of course! My teams will be returning inside very shortly. I'm just waiting to hear that the last plate is completely secured.
(22:08:07) LtKuari: :: opens her other eye, not that Tav can see, and raises her head :: Hi. How are you feeling?
(22:08:10) ColDougMcKnight: But all the same, I would encourage you not to look at this as a defeat. We've been forced into an embarassing concession. But in return? We're saving your mission.
(22:08:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, you're right, of course. That is our mission.
(22:09:41) LtCmdrBusard: Can you send me your estimation of damage that would be sustained if accidental detonation occurred? I would like to have teams alerted to be on standby in case further repairs are needed.
(22:10:11) DoctorTav: Better. Rested... I think. Actually, I'm not sure. All I know is I seem to be awake now.
(22:10:29) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> :: Nods and rises:: Well, then. I'm glad we spoke. I'll let you two wrap up as you see fit. Alexi, thank you for the drink.
(22:10:44) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Anytime, Ambassador.
(22:10:48) LtKuari: :: watches Tav a moment before turning her head towards the screen still playing the classic movie :: What's this?
(22:11:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you for taking the time, Ambassador.
(22:11:03) LtJGAlexisWright: +Busard+ The data I have currently should be on your PADD now, Commander, but I have my team running holodeck simulations now to get a better idea of the actual risks. Do you happen to have any holo engineers you could spare to assist them in accurate modeling?
(22:11:08) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Door swoosh apart and Chance enters holodeck three. He stops under the bridge.and pulls an ancient looking black and chrome communicator from his belt, holds it up to his mouth and flips a mesh covering open : +Corrick+ Chance to Corrick. Hows that 3D image coming?
(22:11:37) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Corrick here, sir. We just sent it over.
(22:11:47) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> ::Begins to leave, but stops. :: Oh! One more thing I almost forgot.
(22:11:51) EnsignJohnTChance: +Corrick+ Very well.
(22:11:57) DoctorTav: :: looks up at the screen :: Looks like it's the second Planet of the Apes movie. A movie from Earth's late 1970s. Some great storytelling.
(22:12:08) LtCmdrBusard: (Does she mean programmed engineers or engineers with specialty in holo tech?)
(22:12:17) LtJGAlexisWright: (the latter)
(22:12:24) LtCmdrBusard: (Thanks)
(22:13:12) LtCmdrBusard: +Wright+ Absolutely. I'll send Larko and Holmes their way ASAP.
(22:13:16) LtKuari: :: watches the movie for a few moments before rising to all fours and stretching her legs and wings ::
(22:13:51) LtJGAlexisWright: +Busard+ Great, thanks! Please ask them to meet Ensign Chance in Holodeck 3. I'm available if they need anything.
(22:14:02) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Closes the communicator cover and hooks it back on his belt. Turning to the bridge control panel, he slips a transparent circuit card into a slot :: Commputer.Run program Chance Alpha One if you please.
(22:14:24) LtCmdrBusard: :: Contemplates her choice for a moment, then contacts Urist:: +Urist+ Ensign Urist, how are you with holo tech?
(22:14:41) DoctorTav: :: follows suit and stretches, then gets up and pads into the lavatory for a few moments ::
(22:14:51) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Wright to Chance.
(22:15:08) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> As it happens, I also sit on the fleet allocation sub-committee. As you're of course well aware, the Galaxy Class starship is both an aging and a fairly resource expensive design.
(22:15:52) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> As such, there's been a proposal under discussion to permanently suspend new construction orders and allow the class as a whole to be retired within the next ten years in favor of an updated and theoretically more nimble deployment approach.
(22:16:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Interesting...
(22:17:25) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Chance here. Go ahead, lieutenant.
(22:18:18) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> As of 2300 hours yesterday evening, in light of what happened during the battle yesterday, that proposal died an quiet and ignominions death. The Galaxy will remain a cornerstone of our defense strategy at least into the second decade of the 25th century.
(22:18:33) LtKuari: :: wanders Tav's quarters and stops at an alcove, her eyes drawn to the French horn occupying the space. She cocks her head as she studies the shiny brass instrument ::
(22:19:02) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ Chance, Engineering has been kind enough to lend us some folks with holo tech expertise to assist you with accurate modeling. I've advised them to meet you in Holodeck 3. Please collaborate with them to get the best data we can - including potential damage if something goes wrong.
(22:19:52) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods with satisfaction :: That's good news. Thank you.
(22:20:52) ColDougMcKnight: Basko> ::Smiles before exiting, stage left:: Good day and good journey.
(22:21:01) VAdmBlackthorne: Ambassador.
(22:21:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Ambassador.
(22:21:36) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Everything around Chance turns dark except for the distant star field and the ghost-like object floating in front of him. It is octagonal, and half the size of a class one shuttle. Chance seems to float beside the object. He pulls his communicator free :: +Wright+ I have a fairly decent model to work with now, LT. But I'd appreciate the help.
(22:21:44) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles for a moment when he thinks of the reception this will get from the crew of the Revenge ::
(22:22:35) LtCmdrBusard: +Wright+ Busard to Wright. I just received word from the hull crew that they've finished repairs, and are heading inside. They should all be in within five minutes.
(22:23:29) DoctorTav: :: steps out of the bathroom, freshly shaved, and sees Kuari's quizzical look :: Know what that is?
(22:23:31) LtJGAlexisWright: +Busard+ Acknowledged, Commander. I will check in with you once more before we begin our recovery attempt.
(22:23:34) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ Tell you what, lieutenant. Crewmen Drake and Corrick are working on the model in science station three. Have the engineers meet them there, if you please.
(22:24:46) EnsignJohnTChance: +Drake+ Chance here, Drake. Some engineers are going to meet you to put a little high def into this model. Give them what they ask for, okay?
(22:24:59) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Aye sir.
(22:25:25) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ They are coming to Holodeck 3, which is where Drake and Corrick should be as well, getting the feel for the controls and actions they'll be performing when we make this attempt, Chance.
(22:25:36) LtCmdrBusard: ACTION> Two engineers, one Benzite (Larko) and one human (Holmes), head to said science station.
(22:26:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> And now that the ambassador has explained everything, I have to the bearer of bad news. Note that Basko would like to emphasize this part was not his idea.
(22:27:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Uh-oh.
(22:28:23) EnsignJohnTChance: +Wright+ With all due respect, m'am, I need my techs where they are, at the controls we'll be using. They're taking my direction as if this sim is the actual thing. I want them at the controls they'll be using. Trust me, sir.
(22:28:46) LtKuari: :: glances at Tav before looking back to the object :: It looks like it makes music.
(22:28:57) VAdmBlackthorne: Atlantis, and any other ships you have there of your choosing, are to escort two of the leaders of the Free Fleets, namely Charles Coburn and Ashexana, to Earth for negotiations and possibly a treaty-signing.
(22:29:00) EnsignJohnTChance: ((Sorry. Welcome to the department of redundancy department))
(22:29:19) VAdmBlackthorne: Their ships are the Surprise and the Rixx, I am told.
(22:29:32) VAdmBlackthorne: (Zuriyev for both lines above)
(22:29:54) DoctorTav: That's my French horn. Makes some of the most beautiful music you'll find in the quadrant. Want to hear? :: walks over and picks up the horn ::
(22:30:01) LtCmdrBusard: (I am picturing two engineers getting very lost :-P)
(22:30:11) LtCmdrBusard: (YAY FRENCH HORNS!)
(22:30:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Alexi, after what they've done to us....
(22:30:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> I know, Ian. This comes straight from the Council, nothing I can do about it.
(22:30:57) ColDougMcKnight: (I'm partial to the kazoo, myself.)
(22:31:01) LtJGAlexisWright: +Chance+ I assumed you were running a full simulation, complete with a simulated ship and simulated controls. I can't say I've ever heard of the method you are describing, as I imagine it makes it difficult to record and play back the entire simulation.
(22:31:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, sir.
(22:31:22) LtCmdrBusard: (*Stuffs Mike in a closet* Oh don't mind him. He's retarded.)
(22:31:28) LtCmdrBusard: (*nods sagely*)
(22:31:51) LtJGAlexisWright: (I like the kazoo, too. Do I have to go into a closet? :( )
(22:31:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> It gets worse. You are to also host a formal diplomatic banquet aboard Atlantis, Third Fleet's flagship, as a gesture of friendship toward the Free Fleets, with Coburn and Ashexana as your honored guests.
(22:32:01) EnsUrist: ((honk))
(22:32:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Now just a goddamn minute!
(22:32:24) LtCmdrBusard: (PERHAPS)
(22:32:27) LtKuari: :: brightens and drops her hindquarters, watching Tav and waiting for him to wow her with sound ::
(22:32:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Ian.
(22:33:17) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Floats near the unreal looking object. It's internal structure seems outlined in thin fuzzy white lines :: +Drake+ rotate this thing 10 degrees.
(22:33:21) VAdmBlackthorne: You're asking me to eat crow, Alexi, and that's bloody fine, but after what those two did to my CREW, you're asking them to play nice too? At least if we escort their ships in the crew doesn't have to talk to the sons of bitches!
(22:33:29) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Ten degrees, aye.
(22:33:32) LtCmdrBusard: (Oh no! She dropped her hindquarters! Put that ass back on!)
(22:34:47) ColDougMcKnight: (Oh, come on. The fake mullet wasn't THAT horrible.)
(22:35:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> I know Ian, I know. Again, this is all above my head. And, unfortunately, is an order.
(22:35:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> I do not want them setting foot aboard Atlantis again, either, but this comes from the top.
(22:35:53) EnsignJohnTChance: :: The massive object slowly turns. Chance sees something that looks vaguely familiar even in this form :: Commputer. See those two opposing arrows outlined in white? What is the probability of those being opposing components of a firing mechanism?
(22:35:59) DoctorTav: :: moves the French horn into playing position and thinks for a moment before settling on "Canon in D" as the perfect song with which to introduce Kuari to the instrument::
(22:36:01) VAdmBlackthorne: :: almost facedesks :: Yes, sir.
(22:37:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> Surprise and Rixx will arrive at Vinland in a day or so. Be sure that Atlantis is the picture of strength for me.
(22:37:18) EnsignJohnTChance: Computer > Probability 89 percent based on the assumption that the trigger is motion activated and of Aptoganian design.
(22:37:38) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, believe me Alexi, she will be.
(22:37:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Zuriyev> See you when you get to Earth. Brooke will expect you for dinner.
(22:37:58) VAdmBlackthorne: Aye sir. Atlantis out.
(22:38:00) DoctorTav: Computer. Play backup soundtrack for Pachelbel's Canon in D, arranged for lead by French horn. :: Brings the instrument to his mouth and begins playing with the accompaniment ::
(22:38:17) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stares at the window for a moment, trying to find whatever captains find out there ::
(22:38:21) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gives up and yells :: FUCK!!!!!!
(22:38:28) LtKuari: :: sits and listens, ears forward-ish, cocking her head occasionally ::
(22:38:41) ColDougMcKnight: (Win.)
(22:38:47) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Rubs chin thoughtfully :: Aptoganians, huh? Hadn't thought of them. They would build something like this, though. Size is everything to them.
(22:39:32) EnsignJohnTChance: +Drake+ Okay, crewman, follow my hand and direct the magnetic shield in the direction I'm pointing.
(22:39:41) ColDougMcKnight: :: Glances up from tactical and over at the Ready Room door with a frown. :: Everyone get ready to look really, really busy.
(22:39:42) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Aye, sir.
(22:39:57) CdrTKirr: :: turns to look at the RR door, frowning ::
(22:41:20) VAdmBlackthorne: :: starts to go for his commbadge, then just thinks at T'Kirr to come into the RR :
(22:41:28) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Draws an outstretched palm along the side of the phantom mine. A shimmering light seems to follow the gesture through the center of the object between the two softly glowing arrows :: Computer. Make the mine solid.
(22:41:35) ColDougMcKnight: (God, those two have gotten lazy.)
(22:41:44) CdrHarper: :: methodically goes about ensuring the ship is sitting perfectly still ::
(22:41:55) LtCmdrBusard: (( Sorry, I think I'm gonna have to duck out early. Joints are getting stiff, so some yoga is in order)
(22:42:03) CdrTKirr: :: stands and moves towards the RR :: You have the Bridge, McKnight.
(22:42:42) DoctorTav: (( Sorry to hear that and see you go. Have a good night. ))
(22:42:59) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Pushes the mine with both hands. Nothing happens :: +Drake+ I think that's got it, Drake. Please forward our efforts to the good lieutenant, and let her know that we have good reason to suspect that thing might be an Aptogainian manufacture.
(22:43:00) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods and relocates to the center seat. :: So I do.
(22:43:13) LtCmdrBusard: (( It's cool, happens sometimes. Good night all! And good game tonight.))
(22:43:23) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Aye sir. Sending now.
(22:43:38) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(22:44:09) EnsignJohnTChance: :: Chance looks at the strange floating object one last time. He smiles :: Computer. End program.
(22:44:41) CdrTKirr: :: enters RR, looking to Blackthorne as the doors close behind her ::
(22:45:01) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to T'Kirr from the window, which had recaptured his attention :: The "war" is over, and we lost.
(22:45:15) CdrHarper: The EVA teams are all inside. Permission to be excused from the bridge, Colonel?
(22:46:07) LtKuari: :: after hearing how the song works, starts immitating the accompaniment track to Tav's melody, her nose raised to the air ::
(22:46:29) ColDougMcKnight: Mind if I ask why? You know, in case they ask.
(22:46:42) CdrHarper: I have to figure out how to rebuild a fighter wing, sir.
(22:46:58) DoctorTav: :: smiles a bit behind the mouthpiece as he continues playing the melody ::
(22:47:00) CdrTKirr: :: folds her hands behind her and approaches silently, waiting for him to continue ::
(22:47:02) LtJGAlexisWright: (Oh, is that all?)
(22:47:54) VAdmBlackthorne: The Romulans have extended diplomatic recognition to the Free Fleets after what happened here. The Council is about to do the same. We are to escort Coburn and Ashexana to Earth.
(22:48:33) ColDougMcKnight: :: Frowns in confusion. :: You can't just request replacement planes and pilots from command?
(22:48:37) ColDougMcKnight: :: Frowns harder as he hears how that "just" sounds. :: I mean, obviously you can't JUST...dammit. You can't request replacements?
(22:49:23) CdrTKirr: :: stands in silence for a moment :: Why us?
(22:49:31) EnsignJohnTChance: Computer. Run program Chance Alpha two, if you please.
(22:50:00) CdrHarper: :: looks at him without emotion, her voice dead :: There are not enough pilots to go around, and production of new Mustangs was at a pace slower than this rate of loss.
(22:50:26) ColDougMcKnight: Alright. Permission granted.
(22:50:37) VAdmBlackthorne: We are the flagship of Third Fleet. It's a gesture of friendship.... and so is the formal banquet we are to hold aboard Atlantis, with those ... *two* as our guests.
(22:50:39) ColDougMcKnight: But...Kate?
(22:50:46) CdrHarper: Yes, Colonel?
(22:51:06) ColDougMcKnight: Just make sure to get some sleep in all this, please.
(22:51:13) EnsignJohnTChance: :: the holodeck reforms. Chance looks from the now distantly floating mine to the dish array below the main dish :: +Corrick+ Alright, crewman, active tractor beam Alpha tango just like we practiced.
(22:51:35) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Alpha Tango, aye sir. Just like we practiced.
(22:51:37) CdrHarper: Yes, Colonel. :: secures the helm and exits into the turbolift :: Assault Bay.
(22:51:46) ColDougMcKnight: (Oh, and it's three. Coburn means Bernie! :) )
(22:51:55) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yeah, she's on his crew, natch)
(22:52:09) CdrTKirr: :: lets it all sink in, even she having trouble absorbing it all ::
(22:52:11) EnsignJohnTChance: +Corrick+ Easy as she goes, crewman. We'll likely only get a single shot at this.
(22:52:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: lets out a long breath :: Begin preparations for a diplomatic reception and banquet.
(22:52:48) EnsignJohnTChance: +Chance+ Easy as she goes.
(22:53:52) CdrTKirr: :: nods solemnly, eyes downcast :: I will.
(22:54:27) EnsignJohnTChance: :: A dull shimmering light surrounds the phantom object. It begins moving slowly toward Atlantis, the magnetic shield still glowing faintly from inside. ::
(22:54:34) VAdmBlackthorne: And T'Kirr. I want this ship looking like she was never in a battle. I want her looking like she just rolled out of drydock. Those bastards will not see that they hurt us at all.
(22:54:48) LtKuari: :: sings along with Tav's horn, her motions and sounds a strange combination of bird and canine ::
(22:55:18) VAdmBlackthorne: If I have to get into a Jefferies tube myself to get that done, so be it.
(22:55:27) DoctorTav: :: comes to the end of the now-duet song, listening to Kuari's beautiful voice as he plays the final chords :: That was amazing. You modified your voice perfectly to complement my horn.
(22:55:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Atlantis will stand PROUD.
(22:55:59) CdrHarper: :: enters the
(22:56:14) CdrTKirr: :: nods and meets Ian's firey eyes, swallowing thickly :: I'll see to it.
(22:56:29) CdrHarper: :: enters the Assault Bay and heads to the CAG office, which is really nothing more than a disused storage closet with a desk shoved in it ::
(22:58:03) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks down at his desk a moment and then back up at her ::
(22:58:47) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Looks up and nods tiredly, having dealt with the shock and loss the best way he knows how. By organizing a game of Fizzbin. ::
(22:58:58) LtKuari: :: grins :: Thank you. I like that song. I'm impressed with your music, too.
(22:58:59) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> :: Also, drinking. But then, it's Chaka. ::
(22:59:13) VAdmBlackthorne: As much as I would love to wipe those bloody smirks off Coburn and Ashexana's faces, it isn't worth what I could lose in the process of accomplishing that. They almost did it at Gencodia.
(22:59:44) CdrHarper: :: nods to Chaka and the other players as she passes, the assault bay seeming empty ::
(22:59:50) VAdmBlackthorne: (Pause imminent!)
(23:00:03) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> Hey, Firefly?
(23:00:14) CdrHarper: :: turns :: Yeah?
(23:00:23) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> We're not gonna start using any of those fucking drones, right?
(23:00:42) DoctorTav: :: smiles at the dragon :: Thank you. That is a well-known earth piece from Earth's seventeenth century. That is one of the more dramatic songs from Earth... especially when played on the French Horn.
(23:00:52) CdrHarper: :: keeps her swearing in English this time :: Fuck no.
(23:01:03) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> :: Takes a shot and lays out his hand. :: Good.
(23:01:05) CdrTKirr: :: lays a hand on Ian's arm in sympathy ::
(23:01:51) CdrHarper: :: disappears into the clos-, er, office :::
(23:01:56) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:57) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:01:58) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:02:02) LtJGAlexisWright: ||
(23:02:04) DoctorTav: :: pauses ::
(23:02:06) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:02:12) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pauses ::
(23:02:39) EnsignJohnTChance: :: pauses ::
(23:02:43) DoctorTav: That was an intense sim.
(23:03:04) VAdmBlackthorne: Great job all! Yes, Busard was right when she left. Very nice sim indeed.
(23:03:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Participation was way up and everyone generally found something to do.
(23:03:31) EnsignJohnTChance: Thanks. And the mine never exploded either. Which is a good thing.
(23:03:53) LtJGAlexisWright: I considered going HOLODECK ACTION> BOOM!
(23:04:06) DoctorTav: I woke up with a dragon and played a French horn. There's the Cliff notes on my night.
(23:04:51) EnsUrist: if the brig door ever jams again I had nothing to do with it
(23:05:48) VAdmBlackthorne: Next week we'll deal with swallowing this humiliating pill. Have the Atlantis looking spotless!
(23:06:16) DoctorTav: Can I leave the stain of some of their pirates' blood in Sickbay?
(23:06:26) VAdmBlackthorne: They'd think it was ours.
(23:06:35) DoctorTav: I'll leave a little card with DNA results.
(23:06:51) LtJGAlexisWright: Also Lexy is kind of new at this command thing and is feeling all awkward about her interaction with Chance.
(23:07:05) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, she's only a JG, that's naturaly.
(23:07:50) EnsignJohnTChance: But Chance is a nice guy. He doesn't bit. Well, not hard, anyway.
(23:08:37) LtJGAlexisWright: Yeah, but she was like "Do this" and he was like "How about no" and she was like "awkward"
(23:09:59) EnsignJohnTChance: Oh...kay...see your point. Didn't think he was being that insubordinate, though.
(23:10:06) DoctorTav: By the way, whoever came up with tonight's storyline is evil.
(23:10:06) VAdmBlackthorne: Better do what she says.
(23:10:20) EnsignJohnTChance: If so, I'll have him watch it next time.
(23:10:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Evil?
(23:10:27) EnsUrist left the room (quit: Quit: EnsUrist).
(23:10:49) DoctorTav: Making the crew entertain the people who last week we were doing everything we could to kill...
(23:11:02) VAdmBlackthorne: This is the collective child of McKnight and me.
(23:11:18) ColDougMcKnight: Heh, we're both very proud.
(23:11:25) VAdmBlackthorne: It's grown up so big.
(23:11:27) LtJGAlexisWright: I don't think so either, but I didn't know if Green Junior Officer should be more firm or what.
(23:11:39) DoctorTav: You both have an evil streak. Very bureaucratic.
(23:11:43) ColDougMcKnight: Anyway, I need to run! Night, guys!
(23:11:57) DoctorTav: And I as well. Time to go study.
(23:11:57) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(23:11:57) LtJGAlexisWright: I think Coburn should be like "Dance, monkeys! Dance!"
(23:12:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Glad you like it. :)
(23:12:21) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway, good night, all!
(23:13:07) EnsignJohnTChance: I've got a totally evil 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. ship driving the resort yachts at Universal Studios next Wednesday, so I'll see you all the week after. Night!
(23:13:20) EnsignJohnTChance: shift