Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Feb 15 20:56:26 2017 on VAdmBlackthorne@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:15:06) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:07) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:07) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:13) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stands at Tactical 1 trying not to look antsy. He sends plans to Harper noting what he believes to be the best plan of attack for the Sharks, and sends an invasion plan to the Armory ::
(21:16:42) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: reading a PADD with some responses from sympathetic ships while he waits for news from the surface ::
(21:17:00) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: looks down as her console beeps, and she reviews the attack plans ::
(21:17:36) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Down on the surface with one of several engineering teams, grinning from behind a hard hat and safety goggles as he prepares to fire up an industrial grade, downward facing phaser drill, which will in turn allow them to access the necessary depth for this section's dampener to enjoy its maximum efficacy. ::
(21:19:24) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Turns to both the aforementioned team and some random gawkers. :: All: Engineers, I know I don't need to tell you anything. Everyone else, I doubt Refuge has much by way of safety regulations. But just know, if you get nailed by debris because you hadn't gotten to a safe distance, it's not my problem!
(21:20:34) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is running around Refuge. While he is fixing all of their broken systems, he is also probably up to no good as well. "Such is life." is something he'd probably say on the matter.:: Self: Such is life. ::He mutters to himself as he plods along.::
(21:22:00) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: turns back toward the tactical console :: CTO: This attack plan for the Sharks looks good, Major.
(21:22:40) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: now that the seismic issue looks to have been resolved, is looking over the asteroid patterns in the system ::
(21:22:50) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::is in sickbay busy chasing down a random crewmember for the dreaded biannual physical:: Self: ::looking at a PADD:: Ok. Who's next.. Atkins.. ::looks around the room:: All: Atkins? Do we have an Atkins..? ::spots a hapless cadet hiding in a corner::
(21:22:50) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: completing the sensor setup for testing once the systems come online ::
(21:24:04) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::fires up a tricorder and snaps on a pair of blue rubber gloves::
(21:25:19) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: Shaka, when the walls fell. His arms wide. ::He muses to himself.:: I must plunder the coffers when I return. I'm sure there is something of value in that market. ::Hums.::
(21:25:30) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Claps his hands like a kid about to fire up the family shuttle from the pilot's console for the first time, and turns back to the technician at the activation control. :: Okay, Chalmers, punch it!
(21:27:34) MED_Ens_Tailor: <Atkins>::is hiding between the biobed and the wall, hoping the doctor won't notice him, holding very still..::
(21:27:49) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: turns back toward the front and looks at the viewer, surprised to find herself a bit anxious to get out there again in a Mustang ::
(21:28:22) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: waits in the shuttle down on the ground, planning to accompany Quinn on the more "delicate" of installations, and is busying herself at the science panel ::
(21:30:38) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: NAV: Kate, you have the bridge. I'll be in the ready room. CSO: Have some secure channels ready for encrypted ship to ship traffic.
(21:30:41) MED_Ens_Tailor: Atkins: Come now.. You'll be fine. Stand up, sit on the bed please.. ::in an efficient, brusque tone of voice that communicates that she won't take any guff from anyone::
(21:30:53) CEO_LtQuinn: :: As for himself, he's busy monitoring the continuously updating penetration depth, in preparation to give the stop order. Despite some variation based on ore type and so forth, it hardly requires the chief engineer present, but damned if he's not going to have a little fun while he can. ::
(21:30:58) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Admiral.
(21:31:21) NAV_Capt_Harper: CO: Aye, sir. :: moves back to the center seat as Blackthorne vacates it ::
(21:31:23) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: quickly goes about setting up the encrypted channels ::
(21:31:25) CEO_LtQuinn: :: He's certainly not looking forward to being forced to comply with the last task on the list. ::
(21:31:31) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the RR and disappears ::
(21:33:13) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: sits down, still finding it a bit odd to be back in this seat when it was hers for eight months ::
(21:34:19) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Fun, sadly, is fleeting in the service these days. :: Okay, depth is good! Switch that out for the tractor emitter, and...you guys can handle the rest. Good work, people!
(21:34:35) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: but then busies herself with affairs of the fighter Wing and its upcoming operation ::
(21:36:31) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: requests encrypted communications with the USS Discovery ::
(21:37:35) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: finishes setting up the encrypted ship-to-shuttle and shuttle-to-shuttle channels ::
(21:38:24) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::waits patiently as Atkins stands up slowly and finally plops himself down on the bed, looking resigned to his fate, and she finally gives him a pleasant but professional smile, and he relaxes somewhat.:: Atkins: That's better. Now.. Say Ahh. ::The physical commences, she begins her series of scans..::
(21:38:26) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: stands and walks over to Science II :: SCI: Lieutenant T'Lira, if you have no pressing assignments from your department head, please review these attack plans. :: hands her a PADD :: We will be in action soon.
(21:38:29) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: receives the Admiral's request and looks at it briefly before setting up the channel and alerting him that it's ready ::
(21:38:52) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: opens the comm and talks with Captain Santiago about the state of things ::
(21:39:05) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks up :: NAV: Aye sir.
(21:39:16) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: pointedly tries not to think about the Sharks deploying soon ::
(21:39:39) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Finishes up at site Gamma and comms T'Kirr as he makes his way to the "exciting" one. :: *XO* Commander, Quinn here. Everything else is proceeding on schedule. I'm making my way to designated Site Omega now.
(21:40:03) NAV_Capt_Harper: SCI: I would like you to act as Deputy CAG for now, and distribute this to the pilots.
(21:40:43) SCI_Lt_TLira: NAV: Of course, sir. :: looks over the plans briefly for a moment before looking back up :: I will do so now.
(21:40:58) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Walks along a balcony, overlooking the market. Focuses his senses on the crowd below, his milky eye staring out, as his mind wandered the waves of thought. He heard snippets of conversations, and saw a cacophony of images; just as if he was walking down there with his own to legs.::
(21:41:33) NAV_Capt_Harper: SCI: Thank you. :: smiles and heads back to the center seat ::
(21:43:02) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: counts Discovery in as on their side, though he really never had any doubt about this one ::
(21:43:57) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Discovery: Thanks Dave. We'll be in touch. Atlantis out.
(21:44:56) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: ends that comm and requests another one with USS Endeavour ::
(21:45:53) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::It was refreshing; like stretching a muscle he hadn't used in a long time. His mind eventually wandered to the image of what seemed to be a man hitting a replicator; that while dirty and damaged and heavily modified was unmistakably Sarfleet in origin.:: Self: Aha... ::Blinks and shakes his head a moment as he returns to himself.:: Next item on the list. Now to just get back down the stairs....
(21:45:54) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: receives the request and regards it with some interest as she complies, again alerting the Admiral that the channel is ready ::
(21:47:00) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Endeavour: Captain Hawke! I'm quite glad to have heard from you, Lydia. :: falls into a similar conversation ::
(21:47:40) XO_Capt_TKirr: *CEO* Everything looks good from here. Team Beta is standing by with the dampener outside the installation location, waiting for your arrival. I'll be there myself shortly. :: logs off the computer and exits the shuttle, making her way to meet Quinn and the Engineering team ::
(21:48:57) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks over the plans more in-depth before sending them off to the rest of the pilots ::
(21:49:21) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::her tricorder beeps, indicating the main scans are finished.:: Atkins: OK then.. everything looks good so far. Let's get that stress test out of the way.. ::punches a few buttons on a console and a treadmill folds out from the wall..::
(21:49:49) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: sits back down and goes over the precise approach and attack vectors for both Atlantis and the Mustangs ::
(21:50:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues running simulations on his console ::
(21:50:49) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Soon enough, comes upon the hoversled, the team, and the dampener in question...and looks on the last one with some disappointment. :: It's a pity these things aren't just a little bulkier. I was kind of hoping we'd need to take out her door to get it inside.
(21:51:02) MED_Ens_Tailor: <Atkins> ::gulps and tries to edge off of the biobed towards the door::
(21:51:58) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: shows up behind Quinn, quickly assessing the scene and deeming it satisfactory :: CEO: Shall we?
(21:52:53) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: checks off the Endeavour :: Hawke: Thank you Captain. Help out where you can and keep your ears open. Atlantis out.
(21:53:42) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: requests another channel to the USS Concorde ::
(21:54:14) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: makes mental note of the names as she establishes the channel ::
(21:54:38) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::gently but firmly steers a reluctant looking Atkins towards the treadmill:: Atkins: Ok, ten minutes run.. and go.. ::starts a timer on the console, at the same time activating the sensors for heart rate, breathing, etc ..::
(21:55:24) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Nods. :: XO: After you, ma'am.
(21:55:51) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: opens the comm to the Concorde :: Finley: Chuck! It's good to see your smiling face and not your angry one.
(21:56:26) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: enters the complex and heads for Venya's office, being allowed access on sight as they've obviously been expected ::
(21:56:35) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Manages to navigate the stairs, and cross the market to the area he saw the replicator. It didn't take long, the large apron-clad Gorn was still hitting it, hissing at it.::
(21:56:44) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Finley> :: flashes his trademarked winning smile as they discuss the situation ::
(21:59:14) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: finishes going over the analysis and looks up, at the back of Lexy's head, idly wondering how the talks with the other ships are going ::
(22:00:46) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: approaches Venya's office entrance, wondering if they will encounter her or not. She surmised things could go smoother if a command officer from Atlantis were present during the installation, and looks back to check on the hoversled's progress ::
(22:02:32) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Waves his cane at the crocodile man as he approaches, tapping the shaft with his finger nail, and very minorly focusing his mind on the Gorn's.:: Gorn: Look away from the replicator. ::The Gorn, in almost a trance, like he was about to leap from the water the snatch a wildebeest.::
(22:03:30) VenyaKashar: :: is waiting in her office, if for no other reason than to ensure nothing secret is disturbed :: XO: Do come in, dear. May I offer you a cup of tea?
(22:05:04) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Gorn: Thats right. Keep your eyes on the cane. ::Stops tapping. As the Gorn's gaze is diverted to the cane tip, Ilaihr opens up the panel, fiddles with a few bits, and closes the panel up again.::
(22:05:23) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Finley: Thanks again, Chuck. I had no doubts that we could count on you. We'll be in touch. :: cuts the comm and checks off the Concorde ::
(22:05:26) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: strides in calmly, and in name of diplomacy, coming to a stop and placing her hands behind the small of her back :: Venya: Yes, herbal, please. We are ready to install the dampener, with your permission.
(22:05:47) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::Atkins practically falls over as his ten minutes are up, sweating buckets and breathing hard::
(22:06:38) VenyaKashar: :: gestures at the Orion man by the door to fulfill the tea order :: XO: Please, do, but be careful. Many of the decorations in here are priceless, as you would certainly understand.
(22:07:21) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: bows her head respectfully :: Venya: Of course. :: twists at the middle, watching Quinn's entrance ::
(22:07:27) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::He waves the cane towards the replicator, and as the Gorn follows the movement, he slowly backs away, and continues plodding on. Meanwhile the Gorn, without missing a beat, continues and finally successfully replicates the bowl of raisin soup he'd been so desperately trying to order.::
(22:09:47) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Manages to refrain from asking how the preening mistress of this rusty little kingdom couldn't muster a couple boxes and some bubble wrap. :: Venya: My people are used to making fine modifications to high energy plasma manifolds and dilithium crystal matrices. I promise you, we can do careful.
(22:10:43) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::frowns a bit and enters some notes on a PADD:: Atkins: Hm.. well, you've barely passed.. but you passed. Cut back on those sweets and increase your exercise routine.. and you'll do fine next time. I'll see you in six months.
(22:10:54) VenyaKashar: CEO: Wonderful, my dear lieutenant! Would you care for something to drink?
(22:13:13) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Moves through the crowd, tracking down Lt. Ilaihr. ::
(22:13:44) VenyaKashar: :: takes the tea from the Orion man and hands it to T'Kirr :: XO: There you are. I must say, that time in exile has you looking fierce.
(22:14:21) CEO_LtQuinn: Venya: Appreciated. Truth is, though, I'm more of an iced raktajino man.
(22:14:30) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::glances down the appointment list for the next patient as Atkins hightails it out of there..::
(22:14:34) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: takes the tea, holding it gingerly while perking an eyebrow at Venya :: Venya: Fierce...in what way?
(22:15:13) VenyaKashar: XO: In... mmm.. shall I say, even better shape than usual? It's a compliment, darling, I assure you.
(22:15:29) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Silently motions the hoversled to the suitably sized free space which has presumably been prepared for it as he prepares his futuristic bolt gun to secure the thing. ::
(22:15:46) VenyaKashar: :: nods at the Orion to get Quinn's raktajino ::
(22:16:19) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Finds a nice quiet tea room to sit in, and of course drink tea and blend in with the crowds, as his mind wanders yet again, looking for... many things. Things to fix, things to buy, things to maybe avoid.::
(22:16:24) XO_Capt_TKirr: Venya: Ah...yes, thank you. :: makes a show of sipping her tea, but is diverting most of her attention towards overseeing the dampener installation. She's working, after all, and much depends on its proper completion ::
(22:16:26) CEO_LtQuinn: Orion: Oh, uh...thanks! Sugar, extra cream?
(22:16:47) VenyaKashar: :: the Orion nods at Quinn as he exits to retrieve the drink order ::
(22:17:33) VenyaKashar: :: reclines on her sofa :: XO: So, you are quite sure that this and the other ones will do the trick?
(22:18:19) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: requests a channel to the Yeager, this one a slam dunk ::
(22:19:14) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: adds it to her mental list to look up later, sets up the channel, and alerts him when it's ready ::
(22:19:51) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is suddenly walking along side Randen.:: TAC: Hello, dear boy. Are you with us again. You appeared to wander off there. ::Chuckles.::
(22:20:13) XO_Capt_TKirr: Venya: There is a high probability, yes. The situation is somewhat uniquely unprecedented, of course, but my officers are quite experienced in their work.
(22:21:15) VenyaKashar: :: as the Orion delivers the rak to Quinn :: XO: Well, we certainly appreciate it. It would seem that the same factors that give Refuge a unique advantage in location have also contributed to its instability.
(22:23:19) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: opens the channel to the Yeager and is relieved to see Struan's red-maned visage :: Rod! I knew you would be in touch.
(22:23:57) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: thinks this an interesting but true perspective, and sips at her tea :: Venya: It would seem so.
(22:24:32) CEO_LtQuinn: :: As the dampener is placed upon the deck in the spot he indicates, he kneels down and folds out several mounting points where the device will be secured in place. :: Venya: Luckily, when you don't have a planetoid to brace you against the celestial weather, you get used to dealing with lack of stability.
(22:25:02) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is now, somehow twenty feet ahead of Randen.:: TAC: You must keep up, lieutenant.
(22:25:51) CEO_LtQuinn: Venya: There's some fine tuning involved, and obviously the scale is bigger, but in principle, this device isn't all that different from our inertial dampeners. A proven, relatively simple technology. And in engineering circles, "simple" is practically short-hand for "reliable".
(22:25:58) VenyaKashar: CEO: So very true, I suppose. XO: And stability is quite important in this region, would you not agree?
(22:26:59) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: dips her head notably :: Venya: Essential, you could say.
(22:27:03) VenyaKashar: CEO: Oh, splendid! Reliable is the word I was hoping to hear! Of course, I would expect nothing less from Starfleet technology.
(22:27:15) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Nods his thanks to the Orion, takes a tentative sip, and once he's satisfied he probably hasn't been drugged, he waits for the appropriate pauses in the conversation to interject with the CLANGs as the bolts are driven into the floor. ::
(22:28:25) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Plods around the corner, slower than normal, so the young officer can catch up.::
(22:29:17) TAC_1LT_Randen: ENG: Yeah... Did I miss anything? :: Keeps himself within a few feet of his Engineering charge. ::
(22:30:44) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: ostensibly stands and walks up to the helm to check something, but catches Lexy's eye and mouths "How many?" ::
(22:31:51) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: TAC: Oh, nothing out of the ordinary... ::Is suddenly not there, but again about twenty feet along the market path, staring through the glass of one of the stalls.::
(22:32:59) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: discreetly shows four fingers to Kate, assuming that's what she's asking about ::
(22:34:18) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: nods with a look of approval, this being a good sign ::
(22:35:09) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: TAC: What a lovely 4th century Efrosian urn...
(22:35:19) VenyaKashar: :: reclines, watching the installation while she sips at her own tea, already planning her office move :
(22:35:43) TAC_1LT_Randen: ENG: If you say so...
(22:36:32) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: TAC: You should venture into the tea room behind us dear boy, you look thirsty. ::Is suddenly not there again.::
(22:37:33) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::finds herself paging through the crew medical records, as she doesn't have an appointment for the next couple of hours::
(22:37:35) CEO_LtQuinn: :: Steps away from the now moored unit, fires up his holographic tricorder upgrade, and sends the activation signal. Almost immediately, a loud hum starts up, accompanied by an audible vibration in the deck. Not so strong as to knock over any antiques, fortunately. ::
(22:38:23) CEO_LtQuinn: Venya: The interference pattern is temporary. The unit just needs some...calibrations.
(22:38:25) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: returns to her seat, eyeing the RR door ::
(22:38:45) VenyaKashar: CEO: I should hope so! You never said it would be so... loud.
(22:39:53) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Struan: Thanks, Rod, we knew we could count on you. Say hi to Trysa for me; we simply must catch up.
(22:41:01) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Struan: Indeed. We'll be in touch. Atlantis out. :: cuts that comm and requests one to the USS Sovereign ::
(22:42:31) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Sips his tea, in an overly relaxed manor, laughing with the locals about past adventures.::
(22:44:08) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: ...So, I retired. And I thought the best use of my retirement was Starfleet.
(22:44:19) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: watching to see if there are any more ::
(22:44:44) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Looks around confused. Checks the tea room. ::
(22:44:54) CEO_LtQuinn: Venya: Loud?
(22:45:02) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: and sees that there already was one, berating herself for not paying attention as she quickly sets it up ::
(22:45:04) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: Don't get to meet as many colourful individuals as yourselves... but it is surely all the better when I do.
(22:45:31) VenyaKashar: :: responds to Quinn with naught but a moue ::
(22:45:56) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
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(22:45:57) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM