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(21:20:00) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:01) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:02) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:46) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the bridge from the ready room, anticipating their arrival :: XO: Report.
(21:20:47) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: reviewing the latest operations shift report ::
(21:21:18) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: at the helm, checking the data she knows the Admiral will ask about ::
(21:21:38) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: :: steps into Sickbay where he sees Tailor, doing her thing. Damn, she's good at this. His triage area now cleared, he prepares to assist the operation here. He steps up next to Tailor. :: MED: How can I help?
(21:21:59) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: stands up from the center seat and moves for her own :: CO: We'll be arriving at Refuge in a few minutes.
(21:22:44) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> :: muttering to herself in Russian while completing paperwork and looking sadly at the malnourished children ::
(21:22:45) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CO: Atlantis is doing very well Admiral. Engineering teams have repaired most, if not all of the damage sustained in the operation.
(21:22:46) NAV_Capt_Harper: CO: Exiting slipstream in precisely two minutes, twenty seconds.
(21:23:41) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to the other reports as well :: Bridge: Well done. Now let's see if our efforts pay off.
(21:25:18) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::making the rounds in sickbay, checking on malnourished slaves.. looks up to see Dr. Tav:: AUX: Hello, Doctor. I was just checking on Sira here. She's been responding well to the nutrient drip so far.j
(21:25:48) MED_Ens_Tailor: <and take out the j at the end>
(21:26:03) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Pats the console, then gets on reading the client list some more.::
(21:26:23) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Not that freeing slaves and helping others isn't its own reward, but we have a Federation to save. :: takes his seat ::
(21:26:53) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: attempts to suppress a grin of pride at the Admiral's words, with limited success ::
(21:27:07) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looking over the long-range sensor scans and the shields ::
(21:27:31) NAV_Capt_Harper: Bridge: Exiting slipstream in five, four, three...
(21:27:38) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: steps back to the Bridge and takes over Tactical 1, just in time. ::
(21:27:46) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis pops out of slipstream into the Refuge system.
(21:27:49) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ::immediately begins scanning local space ::
(21:27:52) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CO: And punishing those responsible, sir. That, I find is also gratifying.
(21:28:25) MED_Ens_Tailor: AUX: Bed three has a broken arm, He's in the osteotractor at the moment.. You can set the bone once that finishes.
(21:28:30) NAV_Capt_Harper: Bridge: Normal space achieved.... drift is just under 4 AU. Setting a course for Refuge itself.
(21:28:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: scans all around for anything that would want to do Atlantis harm, these days including other Starfleet vessels, even if he wouldn't expect to catch one out in these parts ::
(21:28:54) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: sees normal space appear on the main viewer and checks the initial scan readouts at her chair arm out of habit ::
(21:28:55) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ENG: Indeed.
(21:29:08) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sends scan data to CO/XO consoles, and merges with Tactical's data ::
(21:29:54) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> *Sickbay* Popova to Sickbay.
(21:29:57) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: covering most of the remaining distance to refuge at warp 1.2 ::
(21:30:06) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: :: nods and turns to Biobed Three :: Broken arm. That's easy. Compared to some of the things we've seen today, fun, even. :: walks over and checks on the patient. ::
(21:30:21) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Refuge's local space is, predictably, busy with traffic, mostly merchant.
(21:30:49) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: puts the local action on-screen unbidden ::
(21:31:20) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> But there is one ship that stands out, which Atlantis has scanned before and recognizes as the Rixx, in a parking orbit at Refuge.
(21:34:08) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Mumbles to himself whilst he reads.:: Self: The Bajoran authorities will be very grateful for him.... hmmmm.... Oh ::Chuckles.:: Seems Veriad couldn't stay away from the trade, that will have to be remedied.... ::Murmers some more.::
(21:34:47) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: receives approach instructions from Refuge Control, alters course into the proper trajectory ::
(21:34:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: notes something on the sensors :: CO/XO: Sir. We might have some company. It could be nothing, but there's a Rixx-class vessel out here that I recognize. As I said, it could be nothing, but it seems strange for anyone to be parked here so long.
(21:35:17) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: smirks :: CTO: Rixx-class, you say? As far as I remember, she's one of a kind.
(21:35:50) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: I was... trying to keep it generic.
(21:36:34) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: CTO: Understood. We'll be having company, alright.
(21:37:34) NAV_Capt_Harper: CO: Exiting warp into Refuge vicinity in one minute.
(21:38:00) MED_Ens_Tailor: AUX: They've been through alot, haven't they.. ::scans a third patient and regenerates a broken rib.::
(21:38:07) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> :: inspects her commbadge :: ...Да?
(21:38:20) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: looks from Wolfe to Blackthorne ::
(21:38:53) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: :: responds while checking the patient chart :: MED: That, they have. That they have.
(21:39:04) NAV_Capt_Harper: CO: Dropping from warp. :: brings Atlantis down to impulse and inserts into the traffic pattern ::
(21:39:09) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::taps badge:: *Popova*: Tailor here.
(21:39:14) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: CSO: Put the Rixx on screen.
(21:39:33) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: locates the Rixx and brings up the image on the main viewer ::
(21:39:45) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches the main viewer with interest ::
(21:40:07) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A silvery, sleek, graceful ship appears on the screen, its central body a shallow arc, flanked by two smaller arcs that serve as warp nacelles.
(21:40:28) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: looks up at the main viewer to see the strange ship ::
(21:40:39) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: Hmmm... that is decidedly odd. ::He thinks allowed, finding a sale-entry with no recipient name; unusual even in this kind of business.:: I do love a mystery.
(21:40:53) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Bridge: The Rixx, Royal Flagship of HRH Queen Ashexana of the Free Fleets.
(21:40:57) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> *Tailor* Hello, Doctor Tailor, please to forgive me if this is bad time, but I have 8 weak children and their worried parents here in triage bay. You have place for them to go?
(21:41:40) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: brings the Atlantis into a parking orbit as directed by Refuge Control, then looks up to see the familiar ship :: CO: Orbit achieved.
(21:41:56) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Self: Ashexana.... huh.
(21:42:14) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: Self: Oooooooh. ::Turns around in his seat.:: Its always a pleasure to meet royalty.
(21:43:09) MED_Ens_Tailor: AUX: What do you think? Can we squeeze eight more in?
(21:43:33) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION: A hail comes in from the Rixx.
(21:43:46) CSO_LCdr_Wright: CO: The Rixx is hailing us, Admiral.
(21:44:02) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands and tunic-tugs :: CSO: On screen.
(21:44:13) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: taps a key and looks up expectantly ::
(21:45:06) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: chooses to stay sitting, letting Ian be his imposing self ::
(21:45:43) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A pale Betazoid woman with raven hair sits with elegant poise in the command chair of her bridge, sipping a cup of tea.
(21:46:02) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::continues to evaluate and sort patients for triage, at the same time trying to figure out if they can free up a corner for more cot space::
(21:46:48) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::wipes a hand down her face.. it's been a long day:: *Popova*: Sure, send them in.. we'll squeeze in more cots.
(21:46:49) HRH_Ashexana: *CO* Admiral Blackthorne! it is such a pleasure to see you again after all these years, and on friendly terms, even.
(21:47:57) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: MED: Sure. We'll make it happen.
(21:48:09) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> *Tailor* Acknowledged. I bring them now. Popova out.
(21:48:41) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: *HRH* Queen Ashexana. :: offers a slight bow of his head, not caring for it, but offering a foreign head of state the courtesy she deserves :: A treaty, is after all, a treaty. And the Federation honors ours.
(21:50:48) HRH_Ashexana: *CO* Indeed you have. Quite a silly conflict in the first place, wouldn't you say?
(21:50:53) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: is off duty, flying around in Holodeck 2 as advised :: Self: Ugh, I need to practice more, my wings are out of shape.
(21:51:19) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> :: calmly herds the weak but playful children and their exhausted parents out of the triage area, leading them toward Sickbay. ::
(21:52:00) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: *HRH* I cannot say that I cared much for it, but orders were orders.
(21:52:26) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Made his way up to the Bridge in the TL after taking his routine inventory of the Armories. Once the TL released him on the bridge, he took his post at TAC 2. ::
(21:52:29) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> Yes, my small ones, this way. No, no, you must stay with Nurse Popova...
(21:52:38) HRH_Ashexana: *CO* They were indeed. Almost ironic given your current status.
(21:53:14) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches Blackthorne and the image of Ashexana, wondering what she's doing at Refuge ::
(21:53:20) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: cancels his firing solutions on the Rixx since he knows whose it is. Well, no completely... never completely. ::
(21:53:32) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: observes with interest ::
(21:54:19) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: *HRH* So you are aware of why were needed to speak with you.. and why we could not use formal diplomatic channels?
(21:54:51) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::looks up as the kids and parents come through the door and directs a few orderlies to set up several cots in free spaces around the room.:: Popova: We're just about ready for them. There's a few spaces down here, a few more spaces upstairs..
(21:55:10) HRH_Ashexana: *CO* Of course, dear Admiral! And I must admit, you have helped both Refuge and the Free Fleets as a whole with your gracious assistance, so I had little choice but to listen. Shall I beam aboard?
(21:56:06) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: at Ashexana's question, prepares to make ready for her possible arrival aboard ship ::
(21:56:19) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: :: pulls the patient in bed 3 out of the osteotractor and prepares to reset the bone. Thankfully, this patient is in a medically induced coma, so Tav can do what he needs to do without inflicting pain. ::
(21:56:33) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: *HRH* Of course. This is a matter that demands an in-person discussion. We can receive you in half an hour, Queen.
(21:57:11) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Popova> Tailor: Of course, doctor. :: leans in close :: The children suffer from some deficiency that has made their muscle weak, and bone brittle and misshapen. These are BAD people who did this. :: there is fire in this last whisper ::
(21:57:47) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: immediately starts tapping at her console, ordering the dignitary package to be assembled in the reception hall ::
(21:58:09) HRH_Ashexana: *CO* Wonderful! I will have a guard, as is my standard procedure, you understand.
(21:58:18) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: *HRH* Of course. Atlantis out.
(21:59:16) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: prays to whatever gods that he doesn't have to get into dress uniform ::
(21:59:32) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: closes the channel :: CO: We're clear.
(21:59:44) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: meets Blackthorne's eyes when he turns, waiting for orders ::
(21:59:49) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: lets out a breath :: Wonderful. XO: Prepare to receive a foreign head of state.
(22:00:09) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: XO: Dress uniforms for senior officers at the reception.
(22:00:39) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: listens... :: self: Haven't gotten to wear that for a while.
(22:00:47) XO_Capt_TKirr: CO: Aye. :: tapping away ::
(22:00:51) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: silently curses ::
(22:02:11) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: is truly glad she doesn't count as senior staff. However illogical it may be, she has a certain dislike for anything related to dress uniforms ::
(22:02:21) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::adjusts the lectrazine drip of another patient who needed to be stabilised before surgery.. another 2% should do it..::
(22:02:49) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is pleased, thinks she looks sharp in her dress uniform ::
(22:03:05) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Bridge: Those of you that were here for the war with the Free Fleets, remember that it's in the past, and that we need her help now.
(22:04:05) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Self: Strange bedfellows...
(22:04:18) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: shrugs, thinking allies are allies ::
(22:05:01) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: CO: Rule of Acquisition Number 45: Peace is good for business.
(22:05:40) AUX_LCdr_Dr_Tav: :: finishes with the patient on Biobed 3 and moves on to the next bed, and the next, checking each to see if there's any way he can help ::
(22:07:34) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: perks an eyebrow :: ENG: Actually, that's number thirty-five.
(22:07:47) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: chuckles ::
(22:08:26) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: XO: Hmmm, Oh yes. So it is. ::Chuckles.::
(22:08:39) XO_Capt_TKirr: CO: But number thirty-four is "War is good for business" so it's irrelevant.
(22:08:56) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: his chuckle almost had a small measure of pride at his wife making that correction ::
(22:09:06) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Thirty minutes later....
(22:09:22) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: in the TR in his class-A, waiting for Ashexana ::
(22:10:13) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: pulls a bit at his collar ::
(22:10:19) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: In the reception hall, sharp in her dress uniform, fussing with the final preparations to the chagrin of the operations staff ::
(22:10:39) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: stands next to Blackthorne and Wolfe in the TR in her perfect dress attire ::
(22:11:00) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: also in the reception hall in dress uniform, having put her hair back up into the updo she wore while in command, finding it more professional than her usual style ::
(22:11:24) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: on the bridge, quite content to look over the latest scientific journals ::
(22:12:00) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Chief> They signal that they're ready, Admiral.
(22:12:05) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: Chief: Energize.
(22:12:37) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: feels plenty professional in her slightly romantically messy chignon as she adjusts the angle of a plate of canapes for the sixth time ::
(22:13:00) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: sits waiting in the reception hall in an innocuous corner, wearing her dress uniform with useless frills on it that someone who wasn't a Rucara made up ::
(22:13:17) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Ashexana appears on the pad, along with four guards of varying races. She's elegantly, but practically dressed, as a Queen might be while commanding a starship.
(22:13:23) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stands at something indistinguishably close to attention ::
(22:13:44) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: HRH: Welcome to the Atlantis, Queen Ashexana.
(22:14:23) HRH_Ashexana: :: steps down off the pad :: CO: Thank you, Admiral! It is, I must say, a pleasure to be aboard her instead of fighting against her.
(22:14:55) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: gestures to T'Kirr, then Wolfe :: I trust you remember my Executive Officer, Captain T'Kirr, and this is my tactical officer, Major Wolfe.
(22:15:17) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Volunteered to man Tactical on the bridge to get out of the event and having to wear the dress uniform. ::
(22:15:33) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: bows her head politely in the common Vulcan way to Axhexana as she is introduced ::
(22:15:45) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: HSH: Queen. :: nods his head in a bow ::
(22:15:46) HRH_Ashexana: :: smiles at T'Kirr :: XO: As lovely as I remember, and congratulations on the promotion, Captain. CTO: Major, a pleasure.
(22:15:56) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: moves over toward Kate and speaks in a low voice :: NAV: Do you know much about the queen...? I've never met royalty before.
(22:16:03) XO_Capt_TKirr: HRH: Thank you.
(22:17:31) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: shrugs, then matches Lexy's low tone :: CSO: She is self-proclaimed royalty, but with a proclamation that stuck, as she is now the recognized head of state of the Free Fleets.
(22:17:46) NAV_Capt_Harper: CSO: Before that, she was just a Betazoid woman that captained what we called a pirate ship, although a successful one.
(22:18:01) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: HRH: If you'll follow us, we have a reception set up for you.
(22:18:10) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Has elected to remain on the bridge, so he can monitor any activity, as he often does. Even taking the liberty of sitting in the admiral's chair, so he can observe the whole room, and feel like a captain again, for but a moment.::
(22:18:20) CSO_LCdr_Wright: NAV: Ahhh... so she's a self-made woman. :: nodding :: That's admirable... right?
(22:18:50) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::just finishes up doing a simple surgery to repair a punctured lung.. Everyone's bones seem to be brittle due to malnutrition and rough handling; just now sees the notice about the reception, but is far too busy for something like that right now::
(22:19:34) NAV_Capt_Harper: CSO: Well, I suppose, from an objective viewpoint... yes. Having fought against her in the past, perhaps I am unfairly biased. If she can help us though, I welcome it.
(22:20:07) HRH_Ashexana: CO: Indeed, do lead on.
(22:20:11) CSO_LCdr_Wright: NAV: Yes.... I suppose that does make things a bit awkward.
(22:20:20) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads the party out of the TR and to the reception ::
(22:21:35) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: consciously refrains from straightening things... she's a senior officer, dammit! ::
(22:21:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: allows the entire party to go ahead of him ::
(22:22:02) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is almost meditative in his posture and expression.:: TAC: Is there any unusual activity on the sensors, Lieutenant?
(22:22:16) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::checks the patient's blood oxygen levels, the lung is reinflating slowly but surely..:: AUX: I'd say this one's out of the woods, oxygen levels are coming up to normal, slowly but surely..
(22:23:18) NAV_Capt_Harper: CSO: Only a bit. :: smiles :: As the Admiral said, it is in the past.
(22:23:33) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The party makes its way to the reception and enters.
(22:24:10) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: notes Ashexana's entrance and stands, but just on all fours, of course, wouldn't want to be imposing ::
(22:24:52) HRH_Ashexana: CO: How lovely! You shouldn't have gone to all the trouble, Admiral.
(22:24:58) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: turns and stands in a formal pose when the party enters ::
(22:25:04) MED_Ens_Tailor: AUX: How are the children doing?
(22:25:27) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: HRH: It is only the courtesy due a head of state. :: in such a tone to let her know that he recognizes her as that, just as the Federation does :: And please, call me Ian.
(22:25:31) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Scans. :: ENG: :: Sighs. :: Nothing. Should we put the consoles in simulation mode and run a simulated battle?
(22:26:35) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: leads everyone to the refreshment table ::
(22:27:13) HRH_Ashexana: :: had actually been refraining from her usual over-familiarity with him, just to show the level of courtesy to a foreign flag officer that she should be, for once ::
(22:27:41) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: gazes down at the table, but only to check that everything appears to be set up in order ::
(22:27:51) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: TAC: Whatever is your prerogative, dear boy. But do remember to keep checking at regular intervals. We have a Queen onboard. It would be a most unfortunate time for us to be be caught flat-footed.
(22:28:32) HRH_Ashexana: :: takes a glass of wine, when offered by a server ::
(22:29:26) HRH_Ashexana: NAV: Captain Harper! I simply must thank you for your assistance in dealing with that unfortunate Flynn situation.
(22:29:30) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: drifts toward where all the important people are ::
(22:30:35) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: refrains from approaching the important people, instead choosing to keep her ears rotated forward and listening from afar. She is simply monitoring the situation as part of her Security role, of course ::
(22:30:42) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Grins. :: ENG: Aye and I'll keep an active proximity alert going. That should give us enough time to switch to normal mode.
(22:31:43) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: approaches Ashexana as she hears her name, offering a smile and a nod :: HRH: Of course. I did not think that you would appreciate such an impostor claiming your flag.
(22:32:49) HRH_Ashexana: NAV: Certainly not. Lord Coburn quite enjoyed taking care of that situation.
(22:33:27) NAV_Capt_Harper: HRH: That does seem like him. Please, give him my regards.
(22:34:06) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Chuckles.:: TAC: Very good, Lieutenant. ::Goes back to being meditative.::
(22:34:48) HRH_Ashexana: NAV: Of course! :: turns back to Ian :: Now, about this unpleasant business...
(22:35:32) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: So which of you opted out of the party, for reasons of the uniform? ::Grins.::
(22:36:08) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: is most certainly not going to put her hand up and admit to that ::
(22:36:10) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: HRH: Indeed. :: drifts off to the side with Ashe and T'Kirr ::
(22:36:52) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: pouts slightly as all the interesting stuff drifts away ::
(22:37:11) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: walks slowly and dutifully away with Blackthorne and Ashexana ::
(22:37:56) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Sets the Simulation to the Bridge only. Places an "enemy moving target" on the view screen. He targets and fires at it. From the outside, nothing. The Atlantis is doing what it always has been. ::
(22:37:57) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: creeps up behind Wright :: CSO: Can we eat now?
(22:38:04) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: slightly hopeful that aiding the Free Fleets while she was in command will work for them now ::
(22:38:14) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Doesn't really need anyone to admit it. He knows who they are. He laughs at the closely guarded non-reactions to his question. The answer to which is almost certainly, all of them.::
(22:39:26) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: jumps a bit, startled by Kuari :: SEC: Oh! I think we can eat when the VIPs eat.
(22:39:32) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: explaining the bare truth to Ashexana, warts and all ::
(22:40:06) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: and not shielding his mind quite so carefully, so that the other Betazoid will know that he speaks the truth ::
(22:40:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: All: I myself am rather fond of the dress uniform. You have to own it, you see. Make it's discomfort work for you.
(22:41:01) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: still keeping her eyes trained on Ashexana's guards :: CSO: Ah, of course. Understandable.
(22:41:37) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: already absently nibbling on something ::
(22:42:36) HRH_Ashexana: :: her expression grows more serious as she hears the story, and probing at Ian's unusually open mind with her own, she senses no deception ::
(22:44:39) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: notes Kate :: Kuari: .....or maybe it's okay now.
(22:45:03) NAV_Capt_Harper: CSO: Hm? Well, with my rank, perhaps I count as a VIP, yes?
(22:45:46) CSO_LCdr_Wright: NAV: :: speaks softly, grinning :: You're always a VIP, to me. :: winks ::
(22:45:46) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: finishing up :: HRH: I have enough support from other ships in the fleet to force this issue. If the Free Fleets were at our side, along with others that I intend to gather, we can force the Federation Council to consider this matter before Section 31 gains complete control.
(22:45:51) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: sits :: NAV: Can I eat now, too?
(22:46:18) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: winks at Lexy, then nods at Kuari :: SEC: Go ahead!
(22:47:03) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: pretty much has just been listening and to the two Betazoids and supporting Blackthorne, thinking they're probably talking for her benefit ::
(22:47:05) HRH_Ashexana: :: considers the matter :: CO: You really do believe that you can resolve this bloodlessly, don't you? :: still reading his emotions ::
(22:47:50) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: HRH: I do. But if it comes to that, we'll fight for the Federation we believe in. The one that will honor the treaty with the Free Fleets.
(22:48:09) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: moves to the other side of the table so she can watch the dignitary party and gingerly picks up a carrot that is probably part of the decoration ::
(22:49:49) HRH_Ashexana: :: still considering :: CO: It is clearly in our best interests to support you in this, and you have shown a great willingness to help with what problems we needed help with, as Venya reports, and as we saw with the Flynn problem.
(22:50:27) TAC_1LT_Randen: ENG: That's one way of looking at it...
(22:50:31) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::is satisfied that the punctured lung patient is improving after the surgery, keeps moving..::
(22:51:05) HRH_Ashexana: CO: Charles would undoubtedly insist that we extort you out of something useful, like that delicious slipstream drive, but I will not. We could ill afford a prolonged war with an antagonistic Federation on our border.
(22:51:58) HRH_Ashexana: CO: Let us know when you plan to make this move and we'll be at your side... as allies.
(22:52:38) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: is satisfied with Ashexana's assurance and looks to Blackthorne ::
(22:53:01) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: smiles at Ashe, then T'Kirr :: HRH: I'm glad that you came to that decision. Thank you, your highness.
(22:53:32) HRH_Ashexana: CO: Please, just Ashe when it's us. I'd like to think that we'll be actual friends after this is all over.
(22:53:54) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: CO: I'm certain of it. Shall we announce our agreement to those assembled?
(22:54:20) HRH_Ashexana: HRH: Of course. They're your crew.
(22:54:36) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: steps back forward and tings a glass ::
(22:55:20) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: looks up ::
(22:55:33) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: turns her attention to the Admiral :::
(22:55:51) HRH_Ashexana: :: steps up beside Blackthorne and presents a smiling face ::
(22:56:25) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: stops eating and listens ::
(22:56:57) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: All: Queen Ashexana and I have reached an agreement for the Free Fleets to lend their support to the numerous Starfleet vessels that have indicated that they stand with us!
(22:57:09) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Chuckles.:: TAC: I envy your youth, lieutenant.
(22:57:26) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: cheers and applauds as soon as she's sure that's what other people are doing ::
(22:57:43) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: breaks out into a grin and claps ::
(22:58:00) TAC_1LT_Randen: :: Smiles at Ilaihr. ::
(22:58:19) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: All: With their support, I am certain we can force the Federation Council to consider this matter and root out the corruption in our midst!
(22:58:24) SEC_Cpt_Kuari: :: grins, happy, but politely doesn't make noise ::
(22:58:51) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: All: In the meantime, let us celebrate with our new friends!
(22:59:06) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: claps along ::
(22:59:31) MED_Ens_Tailor: ::snaps her head around as a medical alarm goes off on one of the biobeds upstairs..::
(22:59:59) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: :: picks up a drink that was delivered to him and clinks glasses with Ashexana ::
(23:00:06) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: makes appropriate celebration noises and raises her glass ::
(23:00:29) NAV_Capt_Harper: :: joins in as well, raising her glass, starting to think this just might work out in the end ::
(23:00:56) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:57) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:58) CO_VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM