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(21:16:04) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:05) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:06) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:37) CaptHarper: :: in sickbay, sickbaying ::
(21:16:48) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taking a deep breath, she pauses just before the door to review the file one last time before stepping into the Captain's room. She's visibly tense, but also hiding it pretty well. :: CO: Hello, Captain. How are you feeling?
(21:17:58) CaptHarper: :: smiles a hockey smile as Acacia enters :: MED: Hello, doctor. I am feeling well, thank you. Surprisingly well rested after a night in sickbay, even.
(21:18:49) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: drafting potential strategies the Sharks might use to combat the enemy fighters and ships ::
(21:19:24) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smiles softly back, her hands fidgeting as she seems unsure how to hold her PADD :: CO: That's good to hear. I've, ah.. I've been cleared for your surgery, so we can get you patched the rest of the way up and back on duty.
(21:19:39) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: at console, looking at long distance scanners ::
(21:19:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: lies on her seat on the Bridge, having slept a bit more out of exhaustion, but the stress of waiting to be attacked is wearing on her. A steaming cup of raktajino sits on the floor just below her seat, as her chair doesn't have chair arms ::
(21:20:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: watches over T'Lira's and Grey's calculations from his normal TAC position, and working on his own. ::
(21:20:31) CaptHarper: MED: That is music to my ears, doctor. Just tell me what I need to do.
(21:20:49) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: is at her console, working on her own calculations, knowing she was being watched by Wolfe, barely taking her eyes off her console screen ::
(21:21:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gestures out the door :: CO: Walk with me to the surgical suite. We won't be doing general anesthetic for this but we still need the sterile environment.
(21:22:08) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: at his console, singing quietly to himself :: Self: Nobody knows... the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows... my sorrow.
(21:22:42) CaptHarper: : swings her legs off the biobed and hops down :: MED: Lead on!
(21:23:00) CaptHarper: :: can't wait to be out of this sickbay garb ::
(21:23:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: resists the urge to look back at Razyn, attempting to tune him out while watching the long-range scanners continue to show nothing. Wait, wha.... nope, still nothing ::
(21:23:44) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: at the helm, running through fighter attack logistics in his head while monitoring their orbit ::
(21:23:58) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks over at Razyn :: ENG2: Depressing, much?
(21:24:03) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: huffs at hearing Razyn's singing, before settling back down at her console, working away on more calculations. ::
(21:25:08) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: leads the Captain to the surgical suite and has her sit up on the table. She chats with the nurses briefly before beginning, grabbing a box with two teeth suspended in it. Somehow, the teeth seem to relax her more than any other part of the process :: CO: Not that you're the type, but take note.. if anyone ever asks you why we take such thorough
(21:25:08) MED_LtJG_Acacia: dental records of officers, this is why. We managed to print these, even down to the DNA they're your old teeth. Cool, huh? :: she offers to let Harper see them ::
(21:25:35) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: looks up :: SCI: ...Y-y-y-yes. :: looks back down ::
(21:26:46) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: blinks twice :: Self: Okay, then. :: looks back down, watching long range closely ::
(21:26:54) CaptHarper: :: she examines the teeth, finding them oddly familiar even from an out-of-body perspective, then looks back to Acacia :: MED: That is truly remarkable! I doubt I will miss the broken ones.
(21:28:39) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smiles, relieved the Captain finds her specific and occasionally unsettling medical nerd-intrigue interesting as well. She then offers a small metal rod with two plates on either end :: CO: Okay, last thing, put this in your mouth to keep it open.
(21:29:25) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes a slight adjustment to one of Grey's calculations and sends it back, ready to go. ::
(21:30:52) CaptHarper: :: takes the rod and glances at it, then puts it in her mouth and speaks in dentist-ese to Acacia :: MED: Ah-ahhh.
(21:31:25) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gingerly lifts her hot drink and sips at it, then lowers it back down to the floor, tucked safely under her chair, and looks over to Ilaihr :: Mr. Ilaihr, what is the latest news from our furry friends on the planet?
(21:32:51) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: taps the calculation that had just gotten fixed into its' final save file, before bending back over her chair to stretch. Pops sounded from her spine as she straightened with a content sigh :: Self: Much better.
(21:33:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: grabs a surgical tool, an ominous swiss army knife sort of thing with a blue light on the end, then she grabs the sides of the Captain's face to steady her hands. First, the Doctor slid the tip of the tool over the fragments of old teeth, which it noiselessly, painlessly, somewhat disturbingly consumed as it slid over them without slowing to pause, simply dematerializing them. Then, touching the tool to the bare gum where the new tooth should go. Feeling very dentist-like she kept talking to try and keep the Captain calm, knowing she couldn't respond. :: CO: Alright, breath in.
(21:33:14) CaptHarper: :: takes the deep breath in, finding the sensations odd ::
(21:33:16) MED_LtJG_Acacia: ... :: The gum would go numb from the light, and Acacia grabbed the first tooth, pushing it into the skin softened by the strange tool. She quickly did some sort of twisting motion that was unsettling, but seemed to snap the tooth into place, where it would stay. :: CO: One. And...
(21:33:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks an ear towards Tactical, hearing bones pop ::
(21:34:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: as quickly as the first one went, she snapped in the second tooth, sighing with relief herself. :: CO: Two. Breathe out... Wait ten seconds for it to set, then you can take the bar out.
(21:35:44) CaptHarper: :: bobs her head from side to side a bit, counting off the seconds in her mind ::
(21:36:09) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His neck jerks awkwardly, tapping at the air with his fingers.:: XO: Concert, ANGRY... the unknown... the unknown... looking forward, into the eyes of tomorrow... burning... THIS IS OUR WORLD!... Be patient. For they come.
(21:36:55) CaptHarper: :: takes out the bar and can't help from feeling at the new teeth with her tongue ::
(21:37:00) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: grabs the dermal regenerator, and begins carefully working on the bruises on Harper's face :: CO: I'm just gonna clean up some of this swelling, and we're almost done with you.
(21:37:26) CaptHarper: :: smiles a newly-fixed smile at the doctor while she works :: MED: How do they look?
(21:37:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: blinks in thought, not gleaning useful information from this report :: ENG: Thank you. As you were...
(21:38:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: finally actually relaxes, placing her hands on her hips and smiling a genuine smile as she examines the Captain's smile. For just a moment she manages to take pride in her work :: CO: Well... you don't look any different than I remember.
(21:38:49) CaptHarper: MED: That was the idea! Nice work, doctor!
(21:39:46) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smiles :: CO: Come back tomorrow for a second post-surgical follow-up, but.. I think.. :: she leans in, taking one last good look at where the damage was before nodding, and straightening up. :: CO: Yup. I'll clear you for bridge duty.
(21:39:48) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks over at Ilaihr, and mumbles to herself, trying to make sense of it ::
(21:41:15) CaptHarper: :: hops off the table :: MED: Thank you so much, doctor. I certainly owe this department.
(21:41:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: has looked away by now, but glances back, wondering if maybe she should assign someone else to the engineering station. She spots Razyn nearby, and knows he's got things covered and drops the idea ::
(21:42:15) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: We have the defense... The cycles repeats... THERE IS MUCH WE DO NOT KNOW... the sky demons are destined to fall... ::Trails of into a whisper.::
(21:42:18) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: shrugs lightly :: CO: People looking out for people. Shall we? :: she would walk with the Captain to the bridge ::
(21:42:46) CaptHarper: :: starts to, then remembers that she's still in sickbay garb :: MED: Mm, I need a uniform first. :: smirks ::
(21:43:16) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: straightens back up from her previous position with a content sound, returning to her calculations quickly. ::
(21:43:20) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: stares at Ilaihr, wondering if she should telepathically communicate with him to make more sense of this ::
(21:43:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: trying not to let anything distract her from her vigilance ::
(21:43:33) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: points to the back, where the replicators, storage, and other such stuff is. She waits, working on her report. ::
(21:43:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: turns back to look at Ilaihr with some concern ::
(21:44:02) CaptHarper: :: heads back to the replicators and conjures up a uniform in her size and rank, then ducks into the changing room ::
(21:44:44) CaptHarper: :: gratefully sheds the sickbay clothes into the recycler and puts the uniform on, and she finally starts to feel like herself again, for the first time since the attack ::
(21:45:19) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks up from her PADD at the Captain, feeling the vibe and nodding happily ::
(21:45:57) CaptHarper: :: checks her hair in the mirror and it's awful, as expected, so she takes a few minutes to fix that ::
(21:46:31) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: picks up her drink again and sips at it ::
(21:46:33) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: Eduda, why do you not speak?
(21:47:15) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: sighs and turns back to her console :: ~ENG: What do you mean by, the cycles repeat? What is happening?~
(21:47:17) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sees the Captain sprucing and at first tries not to stare, but then she realizes, retrieving the box of toiletries that's hidden away to protect the chemically sensitive, offering the Captain DO or perfume or such things. ::
(21:47:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks up at Ilaihr moving only his eyes. He knows the ancient Aenar's doing something valid, but it still weirds him out. ::
(21:48:31) CaptHarper: :: gratefully takes the toiletries with a shrug and smirk ::
(21:49:27) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: He does not speak. ::Looks at Jude vacantly.:: He has grown silent.
(21:49:42) CaptHarper: :: takes care of all of that necessary stuff, and emerges from the back, once again carrying herself with captainly confidence ::
(21:49:48) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: glances over at Jude and Ilaihr, before turning back to her console. Everything that... ancient elder did? Weirded her the CRAP out ::
(21:50:34) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smirks, remarking :: CO: You smell lovely. Sorry sickbay's not the best place to get ready. :: she laughs ::
(21:51:28) CaptHarper: :: laughs a little :: MED: Thank you! It will have to do for now. There is a job to be done.
(21:52:22) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: bobs her head :: CO: Go get us a happy ending, Captain.
(21:53:14) CaptHarper: :: with a sly grin, she answers :: MED: That is the plan. :: then heads for the door ::
(21:53:22) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: turns away from console and looks at Ilaihr :: ~ENG: Ok, so... Who is speaking, then?~
(21:53:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: has no idea what is going on back there, and decides to get back to what he knows ::
(21:53:51) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: hums quietly old chants from her HS years when she was on the cheer team as she works ::
(21:54:05) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: is consumed by her PADD for a few moments more, but also eagerly leaves sickbay when the Captain is gone. ::
(21:54:11) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~SCI~: 5000 generations of knowledge and wisom.
(21:54:20) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: SCI: He searches.
(21:54:44) CaptHarper: :: enters the TL :: Bridge.
(21:55:27) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: hopefully looks towards the turbolift and startles, looking back down quickly to make sure she doesn't spill and sets her drink down before hopping off her chair, looking to Harper :: CO: Captain!
(21:55:36) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: perks eyebrow :: ~ENG: Nəme?~
(21:56:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: straightens a bit more formally :: All: I mean...Captain on the bridge!
(21:57:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stops and stands at attention, genuinely glad to see Harper back on the bridge, even if he does nothing to show it. ::
(21:57:28) CaptHarper: :: briskly walks out of the TL, wearing a determined expression that dissovles into a smile ::
(21:57:29) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: finally looks away from the scanners and swivels to look at Kate, brightening considerably ::
(21:58:00) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: turns and stands at attention, happy to see the Captain back and moving around ::
(21:58:04) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Turns his head.:: Self: She asks the wrong questions.
(21:58:06) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: looks in between Ilaihr and Jude, completely confused :: Nobody in particular:: Uhhh, is-is-is this nnnnnnnormal? :: looks towards TL :: CO: Wel-wel-welcome b-b-b-b-back!
(21:58:48) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~SCI~: There are so many voices, child. So many.... voices... ::Echoes.::
(21:59:56) CaptHarper: :: pauses to look toward Ilaihr, but sees he's doing Iliahr Things, then turns to the bridge at large :: All: Thank you. It is good to be back here. We have a job to do, so shall we?
(22:00:51) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: slides hands down side of face, before rambling out loud :: What do you mean wrong questions?! Sorry! But I have no idea what you are talking about! :: groans before returning to the telepathic conversation:: ~ENG: The voices of who?~
(22:00:53) CaptHarper: :: smiles a charming gleaming new smile ::
(22:01:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: nods happily at the Captain and turns back to his station ::
(22:01:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods curtly and hops back onto her seat, eager to move forward ::
(22:01:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: doesn't notice Jude's seemingly lack of attention at all ::
(22:01:58) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CO: Yes ma'am! :: turns back to her station, returning to her work ::
(22:02:00) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: decides to mind his own business and turns away ::
(22:02:47) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: arrives on the bridge, looking around as the commotion seems to be settling. ::
(22:02:58) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Show Jude short flashes of places, and memories not his own, in a disorienting barrage of information.:: SCI: Of us.
(22:04:01) CaptHarper: :: crosses the bridge to her seat, and even though it had only been little over a day, she pauses for a moment before sitting down and placing her palms on the chairarms ::
(22:04:12) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: gets back to his work. ::
(22:04:46) CaptHarper: :: turns to Kuari :: XO: Report, Number One?
(22:06:52) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: immediately sits back into her chair, jaw agape :: ~ENG: You are hearing all of them.~
(22:08:38) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: turns most of her attention back to the long-range scanners, but with considerable difficulty ::
(22:08:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Tactical has been working on ways to defend against the Xovul attack. There was a thought that the Free Fleets might have information on them, but we haven't yet made contact. Engineering is making sure we're in good shape for defensive measures, and science is keeping long range scans going constantly to watch for them.
(22:08:55) CaptHarper: :: flashes a look to Lexy as she turns back to her duties ::
(22:11:06) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits at her station, leaning back in her chair thoughtfully. ::
(22:11:34) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~SCI~: 5000 generations of cumulative experience. ::Creates a path for he and Jude to walk down, everything beyond like distorted images of foliage, wrapped around them like a greenhouse. Slowly plods down the path, where a window appears showing a more discernable steam of images; the eye view of some bear walking through the woods.::
(22:11:44) CaptHarper: :: nods to Kuari: :: XO: Good work while I was away.
(22:12:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: T'Lira contacted the Free Fleets, and they know of the Xovul. We're told we should avoid them, that they pose a threat to Federation ships. She has the detailed report.
(22:13:56) CaptHarper: :: perks an eyebrow :: XO: That was a good idea. I imagine the information will be useful.
(22:15:19) CaptHarper: :: nods to Acacia in greeting as she takes her station, hoping that the doctor understood why she had to look like herself when she took command again and didn't find her captain overly vain ::
(22:16:14) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks around :: ~ENG: This... is a lot. No wonder you seem... ah- erratic. What are you hoping to do with all of this?~
(22:16:40) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: smiles over at Acacia ::
(22:17:22) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: bobs her head in greeting to the Captain, not reading her mind so much as being an empath and knowing how Harper's appearance affects the crew, doesn't find it vain at all. She also offers a small smile to Kuari. Then, as she looks back down at her console, she smiles on her own, feeling a sense of belonging at the Captain takes her place. ::
(22:17:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down at her display in alarm :: CO: We have incoming, Captain. The Xovul ship, approaching at high warp.
(22:18:04) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::A deafening cacophony of noise can be heard all around the pair, as the eyes of the creature look up to the sky; a great dark form falling from the heavens, the air burning around it, as it launches great beams of light into ground below.:: ~SCI~: The Xovul should not have come here.
(22:18:19) CaptHarper: :: quickly looks from Lexy to Wolfe :: CTO: Red alert!
(22:18:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sets to red alert
(22:19:38) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits bolt upright, startled. She looks up at the viewer, eyes wild. ::
(22:19:49) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sits up straight, her heart starting to hammer. This is it...they've finally come ::
(22:19:57) CaptHarper: :: quips :: XO: I see my timing is impeccable.
(22:20:02) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: glances up, saves her work and then sends it to her fighter's computer. She sends a message to all Sharks, warning them to be ready ::
(22:20:02) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: All: THEY RETURN!
(22:20:12) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watching the scanner like a hawk, in case more ships appear ::
(22:20:22) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: It sure is.
(22:20:23) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: fingers dance over the console, prepping the calculations and controls for the weapons, eyes barely flicking to her CO for further directions :: CTO: Sir?
(22:20:25) SCI_LtJG_Jude: ~ENG: Well, I agree. But... What defense do the bears have-~
(22:20:54) CaptHarper: XO: I would have hated to have been late. CSO: Hail them, as soon as they are in range.
(22:21:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC/TAC2: At the ready. This should be quite the row.
(22:21:44) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Captain. :: taps in the commands, then hovers her fingers over the execute button, waiting for them to come in range ::
(22:22:45) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Looks around, before looking back to Jude, as the world around them trembles.:: ~SCI~: Look. ::The image changes, to a ship smashing into the planet.:: I would not underestimate them.
(22:23:32) CaptHarper: :: gets up and takes a step forward in anticipation of a comm, standing assertively in the center of the bridge, arms clasped behind her back ::
(22:25:29) SCI_LtJG_Jude: ~ENG: Well, damn, remind me not to get on their bad side.~ :: chuckles :: ~ENG: Ahem. Sorry, bad time for a joke. So, they have the ability to... bring starships down somehow?~
(22:26:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: prepares evasives, and also prepares the station for handoff, should the Sharks be launched ::
(22:27:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: as the Xovul ship continues to close, presses the "Send" button on her hail the moment they enter communication range ::
(22:28:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: They're responding, Captain.
(22:28:46) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: keeps one eye on the mainscreen, and the other on her console, prepped for action ::
(22:28:56) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~SCI~: There is more to psionics than just telepathy, and many races can tap into different abilities. In the grand scale, our powers are just the beginning.
(22:28:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gives the main screen her mean face ::
(22:29:15) CaptHarper: :: straightens and stares daggers at the main viewer :: CSO: On screen.
(22:29:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: taps the "onscreen" button and looks up, her face carefully neutral ::
(22:30:10) Ykavosh: :: appears on the main viewer, and upon seeing Harper, laughs :: *CO* Captain Harper, you are certainly looking well, considering your pathetic state when last we spoke. I trust you have considered our offer?
(22:30:58) CaptHarper: :: the daggers she's staring turn into swords :: *Ykavosh* We must respectfully decline, Ykavosh. If that means conflict, then so be it.
(22:31:57) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Is suddenly pulled from the constructed world, back to reality. Turns to the viewscreen.:: All: They will burn.
(22:32:03) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: eyes widen :: ~ENG: If you mean what I think you mean, then holy shit.~
(22:32:20) Ykavosh: *CO* The Xov demands your obedience, and so shall it be. If you wish lenience, you need only to ask. :: cuts the comm ::
(22:32:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: has his first firing computations complete, and sends some to TAC2 ::
(22:33:33) CaptHarper: :: snorts :: Like hell.
(22:34:06) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: echos the captain :: Like hell.
(22:34:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The communication was terminated.
(22:34:53) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: accepts, and programs the computations into her console, ready to fire when ready ::
(22:35:09) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship exits warp above the planet, and immediately launches four troop transport shuttles that dive into the atmosphere. Squat fighters start to pour out of a bay.
(22:35:22) CaptHarper: ACTION> A volley of torpedoes immediately follows, targeting us.
(22:36:15) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: hurriedly puts on her seatbelt ::
(22:36:27) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: The Sky Demons, shall not desecrate our world... again.
(22:37:02) CaptHarper: :: sees the torpedoes on the screen streaking their way :: NAV: Evasives! CTO: Weapons free, Mr. Wolfe!
(22:37:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks over at Ilaihr, and barely suppresses an 'oh shit ::
(22:37:18) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: notes the fighters and checks that their own fighters have already been prepared and are only awaiting pilots ::
(22:37:30) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: after a bit of a delay, she suddenly sits up :: FUCK! :: looks over at viewscreen then turns towards console ::
(22:37:36) CaptHarper: :: turns back toward her chair :: ENG: Ilaihr, I am going to need you here. Battle damage is imminent.
(22:37:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: already had the evasives ready, so he launches into them ::
(22:38:02) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: eerily calmly ::CO: Aye, Captain. :: responds in kind to the torpedoes, sending a series of phaser blasts followed by torpedoes to various points they've deemed might be weap points. ::
(22:38:05) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her chair ::
(22:38:36) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: follows her CO's lead, targeting weapon points on the ship ::
(22:38:37) CaptHarper: ACTION> Two of the torpedoes miss due to our maneuvers, but three hit, rocking the shields.
(22:39:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC: Get down to the Assault Bay and suit up. I'd imagine you're going to be called to duty sooner than later.
(22:39:50) CaptHarper: :: also notes the fighters and echoes Wolfe :: TAC: Sooner indeed. Get the Sharks in the water.
(22:40:13) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: lifts an eyebrow, wondering why he was stating the obvious, but chalks it up to human sentiment :: CTO/CO: Aye sir. :: locks her station and heads for the TL ::
(22:40:50) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Are you sending them after the transports?
(22:40:54) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Slowly closes his fist, concentrating the will of Nəme and the Ursine on the troop transports.::
(22:41:30) CaptHarper: XO: Initially, but I doubt there will be time to intercept them all. We will need our own troops on the ground.
(22:42:13) CaptHarper: :: makes her way to the helm to take over from Navarro ::
(22:42:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: hands the helm off to the Captain, then enters the TL with T'Lira ::
(22:42:53) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: watches as the first volley lands on the Xovul ship and adjusts his previous calculations to match the newest data, before sending another volley. :: TAC2: Target their weapons. Let's see if we can take out their ability to attack us first. They also seem to be the least protected system on the ship.
(22:43:55) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CTO: Yes sir. :: sends another volley of blasts, aiming at the weapon points ::
(22:43:55) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: orders the TL to the fighter bay and sends out orders for the other pilots to meet them there, using the ever-present PADD she carries ::
(22:44:30) CaptHarper: :: buckles in as she sits down at the helm, then launches into another evasive pattern, but one designed to end up in a prime firing position for Atlantis's weaponry :
(22:44:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Harper move to helm, acknowledging she need to keep an eye out for her ::
(22:44:57) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: shakes off the remnants of sleep as she heads for the assault bay, having received the orders ::
(22:45:35) CaptHarper: ACTION> With continual disruptor fire and torpedo volleys, the Xovul ship moves toward the planet's moon.
(22:45:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: Captain's lining us up for Attack Pattern Gamma.
(22:46:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: swears in Bajoran and makes her way hurriedly down the corridor ::
(22:46:38) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: rides the TL with the Vulcan CAG and makes no small talk, thinking it'd be rather pointless ::
(22:47:09) CaptHarper: :: smirks as she hears Wolfe recognize her maneuver ::
(22:47:14) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: nods sharply, fingers dancing over the console keys before she typed in more firing calculations, keeping an eye on their intended targets of the weapon placements, frowning in focus ::
(22:47:21) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Nəme~: If you are going to make the Xovul pay for coming to your world; now is the time.
(22:47:35) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the TL drops them off at the bay, and she makes for her locker, pulling out her flight suit and pulling it on silently, running over a few new strategies mentally ::
(22:48:14) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: briskly trots into the locker room and puts on his flight suit, then grabs his helmet ::
(22:48:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: prepares target points for him and Grey to attack. He sends the target points to Harper's console as well so she knows where he needs to pound. ::
(22:48:21) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: stares at the viewscreen, then over to Ilaihr ::
(22:48:22) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: enters the assault bay and quickly but methodically dons her flight suit ::
(22:48:50) CaptHarper: CTO> They are trying to draw us toward the moon and away from their transports.
(22:49:38) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: grabs her helmet and heads towards her fighter, climbing up and into the cockpit and beginning pre-launch sequence, double-checking that the files she sent are indeed there ::
(22:49:59) CaptHarper: Not today, lizard-face... CTO> I am not following them.
(22:50:09) CaptHarper: :: breaks away and back toward the transports ::
(22:50:22) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye. Let's take out those transports. That should get the mothership's attention. :: sets the new targets from beyond the edge of the atmosphere. ::
(22:50:29) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: grabs her helmet and trots out to Shinigami to complete her preflight ::
(22:50:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: climbs up into the León and runs through a quick pre-flight check as he powers up ::
(22:51:18) CaptHarper: ACTION> Some of the fighters pursue Atlantis, but the Xovul flagship does not.
(22:52:10) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: idly sends a few photon torpedoes into the fighters, but saves his quantums for the transports... and then fires those as they get close enough ::
(22:52:46) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: sends her own photons towards the fighters and transports, aiming for the engines ::
(22:52:47) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:48) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:52:49) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM