Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Mar 27 21:29:23 2019 on (irc)

(21:30:58) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:30:59) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:31:00) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:31:26) CaptHarper: :: at the helm, having broken off pursuing the Xovul ship in favor of the troop transports ::
(21:32:38) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finishes pre-flight in the León, and somehow finds himself in command of the Wing, yet again ::
(21:33:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: finishing her pre-flight and cramming her helmet on ::
(21:33:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: waits for Harper to move the ship into the best position, workiing on firing solutions for the MOMENT that takes place. ::
(21:33:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: gets through preflight, preparing to bring the pain ::
(21:34:20) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: works her own solutions, watching for the signal to fire ::
(21:34:21) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Bridge* Zorro to Atlantis requesting launch clearance.
(21:34:34) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: attempting to access the systems aboard the enemy troop transports, with a thought toward disrupting navigation ::
(21:34:47) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain, the Sharks are ready to launch.
(21:35:26) CaptHarper: :: without looking away from her flying :: CSO: Launch them. :: holds a bit steadier for the fighters to clear the bay ::
(21:36:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Zorro, Sharks, you are clear to launch immediately.
(21:36:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: seals her cockpit, ready to go ::
(21:36:40) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *CSO* Thank you, Atlantis. *Sharks* Sharks, this is Zorro. Check in and lift off.
(21:36:55) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::just finished doing casualty prep in sickbay, and is heading for the bridge via 'lift::
(21:37:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> Sharks: Spitfire is go.
(21:38:49) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> *Sharks* Jester is go.
(21:38:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: from her chair next to the empty captain's chair, monitors all manpower, making sure all essential positions are secured and all systems are operational ::
(21:39:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: lifts off the deck and out into space, then banks around hard toward the planet :: *Sharks* Troop transports are priority one. We can chase them into the atmosphere where Atlantis can't.
(21:40:35) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::swishes through the turbolift doors and onto the bridge, and goes to her usual station to take her place::
(21:40:43) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: follows Zorro's lead, getting a route towards the planet and the dropship in its atmosphere ::
(21:40:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: launches and forms up on Spitfire's wing, eyeing the troop transports and plotting her strategy ::
(21:42:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: prepares for the sharp dive to follow after the Sharks are away, compares his solutions with Grey's, and locks in on targets within a matter of seconds. ::
(21:42:50) CaptHarper: ACTION> One of Atlantis's attempts to hit the dropships connects, splattering it into an expanding cloud of tiny bits that burn up in the atmosphere.
(21:43:40) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: focuses her system access efforts on the other one, just in case ::
(21:45:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: sees the explosion in front of her and whoops, still at a distance and having to check sensors to see what blew up ::
(21:46:33) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: smiles slightly at seeing the explosion of the dropship, sending her solutions over to Wolfe's station before marking her own target-locks, aiming particularly around the bridge, when it was visible ::
(21:47:49) CaptHarper: ACTION> Its diversionary tactic a failure, the Xovul capital ship closes hard toward Atlantis.
(21:49:04) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: connects with another dropship, and sees on his sensors that the capital is headed their way :: CO: Looks like Mum's realized we're not following.
(21:49:07) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her attention to the fight and glances at power allocation ::
(21:49:22) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: streaks toward the remaining priority target, weapons ready though she's still out of range ::
(21:50:12) CaptHarper: CTO: I see it. Using evasive pattern delta two.
(21:50:27) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: sends a shot towards another dropship before turning her calculations and solutions to the capital ship heading their way, cursing audibly as she trigger-locked on the bridge the best she could ::
(21:50:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> The capital ship looses a volley of dsruptor fire and plasma torpedoes as Atllantis dives into a hard flip-turn.
(21:51:19) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: ALL: Incoming fire. Brace!
(21:51:37) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: grabs ends of her console ::
(21:51:53) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: braces herself for the incoming fire with one hand, still typing away with her other ::
(21:51:55) CaptHarper: ACTION> The evasives manage to cause some of the incoming fire to miss, but our shields are hit hard by the remainder.
(21:52:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: braces against her seatbelt, still working to access systems on the enemy vessels ::
(21:52:26) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::clicks on her five point seatbelt, sets up the Sharks lifesigns on her console, linking up their transporter signals in case one of them gets into trouble::
(21:52:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: dives into the atmosphere in pursuit of the transports, using shields to deflect the entry heating ::
(21:53:35) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aft shields down to 72%. Returning fire. :: is strangely calm even as he releases a deathgrip on his console, and fires, aiming at the Xovul's weapons systems. He then sends calculations over to Grey to also go primarily after weapons. ::
(21:54:50) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her chair tightly, processing Wolfe's incoming report ::
(21:55:15) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: follows her CO's lead, sending a round of phasers towards the weapons systems ::
(21:56:03) CaptHarper: :: banks the Atlantis around hard and comes up from below for an attack run on the Xovul ship ::
(21:56:07) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Is trying to monitor the main systems, and coordinate repair teams; yet still finds himself being pulled into the collective will of Neme and its ursine brethren, left wondering how they intend to react to this attack.::
(21:56:40) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship sends its fighters in pursuit of the Sharks, to defend the troop transports.
(21:58:18) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: dives quickly, perhaps concentrating too much on dividing power between shields and engines as she enters the atmosphere, simultaneously picking a target ::
(22:00:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> *Sharks* Incoming fighters. :: tries to stay close to Spitfire, ready to cover her wing when needed, taking up a slightly more defensive posture ::
(22:01:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: uses the opportunity of not being targeted :: CO: Captain, can you get us in closer to them? I need clearance for these areas. :: lights up the areas on the NAV console ::
(22:02:07) CaptHarper: ACTION> Another volley of plasmas torpedoes joins the constant disruptor fire from the Xovul capital ship.
(22:02:36) CaptHarper: :: glances down at the targeted areas :: CTO: I will try! :: rolls the ship out hard starboard and flips around ::
(22:03:10) CaptHarper: ACTION> Some of the torpedoes still manage to hit, and random consoles start to explode all over the ship, as they do.
(22:03:19) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her seat again, knowing this is the worst part of being the executive officer, waiting and not being able to take action. She waits, knowing her place is to step into command if necessary and coordinate everything else ::
(22:03:59) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: That's all I can ask, Captain. :: takes advantage of a great position to send a volley of quantum torpedos into the Xovul ship's port nacelle ::
(22:04:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: eyes the incoming bandits and makes a judgement call based on distance to the troop ships ::
(22:04:21) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: grins as she works at her station calmly, watching the viewscreen for dangers coming their way :: Self: FUCKING SHIT! :: curses as she doesn't brace, sent tumbling onto the floor before regaining her seat again, resuming her work and sending phasers into the nacelle nearest ::
(22:04:28) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: floors it and opens fire with his microquantums from max range ::
(22:04:35) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: flinches as a console explodes on the bridge, and looks over to check on who was manning it. She knows Tailor is on the bridge, though, so she'll have the crewman covered ::
(22:05:11) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: was totally at her console on the bridge this whole time, gripping the arms of her chair and grimacing as the action escalates ::
(22:08:47) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: follows shortly after Zorro, diverting power full to weapons and begins letting loose a calculated volley of weapons timed by experience at the enemy ships above the planet ::
(22:09:06) CaptHarper: :: finally gets Atlantis into a clear run at the targeted areas, while weaving through disruptor fire ::
(22:09:19) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: Her attention snaps to the exploding console close to her own, barely wincing as some fiery plastic hit her arm, leaving faint burns but nothing much at the moment, sending a burst of phaser fire towards the weapons ::
(22:09:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: I'm having no luck with remote system access, Captain.
(22:11:33) CaptHarper: CSO: It was worth a try, at least.
(22:11:36) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::looks over and sees a cadet sprawled over his console, unclips her belt and grabs her medkit, goes over to him and moves him onto the floor to tend his burns::
(22:12:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: paints more possibly-more-effective targets onto the Xovul ship, searching for any sort of weak point, and then tests those he can reach with phaser fire for even the slightest give. The effect looks like hundreds of lasers dancing from phaser banks on to the hull of th enemy vessel ::
(22:13:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks up as Tailor gets up and seamlessly rises from her chair, going to take Tailor's console and monitor the sharks in her place. ::
(22:13:38) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: copies Wolfe's actions, trying to figure out weak spots ::
(22:15:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: connects with microquantum fire just before the tailing fighters engage, and dodging shots from the less-nimble transport, he continues to pepper it until its escorts fully engage ::
(22:15:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: keeping up her defensive posture toward the incoming fighters while taking potshots at the transport ::
(22:15:25) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: catches up with the enemy and begins to swarm, banking sharply and firing when a target lines up in front of her ::
(22:16:20) CaptHarper: :: adjusts her patterns to bring them to bear on the new targets, just as Atlantis sustains another blast from the plasma torpedoes ::
(22:16:42) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: as the weaker and stronger points on the ship reveal themselves, the hundreds of light phaser shots coalesce into better-targeted, stronger firing patterns, until only a few points remain: shields, weapons, and... life support? He sends the new points to the NAV console for Harper to know where he's targeting :: CO: I've found a few key points that I want to focus on. Bring me around to Target Gamma at your first availability. Captain.
(22:18:29) CaptHarper: CTO: Working on it! :: gritting her teeth as the ship rocks through the hits, fighting the controls to get them on the new targets ::
(22:19:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: yelps louder than she expects, snatching her arm back as a console next to her explodes. She looks at her hand, arm of her uniform singed off to the elbow, hand and forearm burned. She blinks, just... shocked. She looks up at Tailor, as if for guidance. ::
(22:19:09) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::The images on his screen start to meld into that of the bear language and of images from the telepathic link. Is somewhat at a loss, he cannot see what they have planned, only the echoes of their discourse.::
(22:19:40) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::fishes the dermaline gel out of her medkit and quickly applies it to the burned patch on the cadet's face before going over it with a regenerator::
(22:20:39) CaptHarper: All: Hang on, folks! :: rolls and pitches Atlantis through another volley of fire, ending up right on target ::
(22:21:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: watches the troop transport explode just as its escorts appear in range, shoots off toward the other two transports, paying the escorts little mind ::
(22:22:07) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Thank you, Captain. :: releases a few photons to test, with four quantums following. Based on the results of the photon torpedo, he's looking forward to the results with the Quantum torpedos. ::
(22:22:08) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: holds onto her console with one hand, still angry enough to keep attempting remote system access with her other hand despite the fact that it seems futile ::
(22:23:31) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::hears Acacia yelp:: MED: You alright? ::looks over and sees her burned hand:: Oh no.. Hangon I'll be with you as soon as I can
(22:23:57) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as her station rocks again, barely noticing the burn on her arm, continuing to work ::
(22:24:14) CaptHarper: ACTION> The photons and quantums impact the Xovul ship as expected, but its shields absorb them. They weaken, of course, but no systems damage is detectable.
(22:24:36) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods slowly, taking that as an indicator not to jump up and head for sickbay. She lets her arm dangle in her lap, looking at the flickering left panel of the console and continuing to monitor the sharks goshdernit ::
(22:25:01) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: continues to hang on, taking note of everything happening on the bridge, but sees her crew working as it should and keeps note of ship systems on her console ::
(22:25:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: taking fire from the escort fighters, but he continues to ignore them and attack the two remaining transports ::
(22:26:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: pulls evasives, firing phasers to ward fighters away from Spitfire, as well as Zorro and other nearby Sharks ::
(22:26:38) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: gets free of fire and takes note of Zorro's target. It lines up in front of her unexpectantly, so she narrows in on it and helps him out with the transports ::
(22:26:46) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::finishes patching up the cadet and gets him up and back to his station as quickly as possible, her war training coming to the fore. Moves on to Acacia, getting out a dose of painkiller to start with while she examines her hand and arm::
(22:26:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: We have to get into their shields. Find some sort of weak point. :: CO: Their shields are impressive, Captain. That whole volley had minimal impact. :: is already working to calculate a way through their shields ::
(22:28:17) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: tilts her neck to accept the hypospray, sighing with relief and offering up her shaking arm, second degree burns on the arm and some third degree burns on the hand. Emily seemed a bit distant, taking it well evidently out of shock. ::
(22:29:20) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::scans her hand thoroughly:: MED: No nerve damage, that's good. This shouldn't take too long to fix up.
(22:29:21) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses audibly, giving a distracted salute of acknowledgement to Wolfe, continuing to curse in frustration... in four different languages to boot. ::
(22:29:52) CaptHarper: CTO: How impressive, Major? :: still straining to find new maneuvers to help them ::
(22:30:11) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Frankly, I am not sure how to get through yet.
(22:30:41) CaptHarper: :: a corner of her mouth perks up when she hears multilingual swearing ::
(22:31:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: watching his shields fall from escort fighter fire as he continues to unload microquantums into the transport, whose shields are falling faster than his ::
(22:31:18) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods slowly, her eyes fixed on the screen with the shark's lifesigns on it. She's distant, but determined, feeling this work is important. ::
(22:31:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: briefly checks long-range scanners with the hope of seeing Federation help on the way ::
(22:32:49) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::goes over Acacia's hand with the dermal regen, applying a dose of dermaline also; the new skin layers forming in place of the damaged ones::
(22:33:23) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Continues to send repair teams to where they are needed, but his concentration is ever drifting; what could the images mean? Were they a show of their collective power?nOr were they prophecy? Will ships fall from the sky? How?::
(22:33:29) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: baits a fighter into following him right into the side of the transport, but he jukes away at the last moment ::
(22:34:29) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: MED: How is that? Better?
(22:34:39) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: chases a pair of fighters away, firing at them aggressively ::
(22:34:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> Despite Harper's maneuvers, our shields continue to absorb disruptor and torpedo fire, and begin to sink to critical levels.
(22:35:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: cackles as the third transport explodes upon colliding with the fighter ::
(22:35:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* One left!
(22:35:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: having not quite caught up with Zorro, finds herself attacking the fighters attacking Zorro ::
(22:35:37) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: having forgotten about her from the painkillers, Acacia is slightly startled, looking up at Tailor, then at her hand, brow furrowing. She nods slowly, standing to offer Tailor her chair back as she flexed and unflexed her hand. :: CMO: Thank you.. just a bit shaken, but fine.
(22:35:54) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: MED: I don't think I'm ever going to understand why consoles explode so easily.. you'd think after thirty plus years, they'd have fixed that design flaw by now. ::Smirks::
(22:37:14) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: Her shoulders relax a bit, her eyes focusing slightly as she smiles at that :: CMO: Just put the consoles on the ceilings, give us a fireworks show. :: her eyes darted back to the viewscreen, and she made her way back toward her own chair. ::
(22:38:37) CaptHarper: ACTION> Power surges that the shields struggle to dissipate are starting to wreak havoc on our systems, causing random failures... and more exploding consoles.
(22:38:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is madly working through calculations, his calm just slightly breaking, his brow furrowed. he scours the data from every hit, looking for the slightest chink in the Xovul ship's armor :: TAC2: Have you got any ideas? :: continues thinking ::
(22:39:03) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::Grins at Acacia::
(22:39:07) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits a safe distance from consoles this time ::
(22:39:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: shies away as her console sparks, patting out a smoldering ember that lands on her leg ::
(22:39:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: his shields critical, he unloads additional microtorps into the final transport ::
(22:39:32) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is standing at one of the exploding consoles and finds himself suddenly dazed and airborne, and then hitting the ground hard in front of Kuari's seat ::
(22:39:58) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps as her console sparks, before continuing to fluently curse as she works :: CTO: Getting there, SIR! :: curses again as she watches him fly across the bridge, cursing as she attempted to figure it out ::
(22:40:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: takes a few hits from the fighters she's attempting to bait away, which forces her to retreat ::
(22:40:25) CaptHarper: :: turns back from her seat :: Major!
(22:40:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: starts as Wolfe lands in front of her and leaps off her seat to nose him :: CTO: You all right, Major?
(22:41:18) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::turns her chair quickly away from a nearby sparkshower before her uniform can catch fire or something::
(22:41:48) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: With T'Lira out of the picture, same with Wolfe, she continued to curse audibly, typing away on her sparking console, trying to find a weak point, ignoring the sparks dancing across her uniform, burning little holes in the fabric and her skin ::
(22:42:24) CaptHarper: :: turns back to flying, no time to not fly :: TAC2: Take over the firing he was doing, lieutenant!
(22:42:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO/XO: Give me a moment! :: makes small movements of his fingers, wrists, feet, and inward to his core, then slightly larger movements... except for his left leg. There's something definitely wrong with it. But he doesn't think it's broken. He keeps moving things, his left leg gingerly, and then more forcefully before sitting up ::
(22:42:49) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: jumps up on instinct but misjudges the ship's maneuvers, stumbling and taking a knee for balance. ::
(22:43:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: keeps firing as that troop transport manages to land in the wilderness ::
(22:44:13) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees heavily armored soldiers scatter from the grounded transport in all directions, and knows that pursuit is hopeless ::
(22:45:15) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: is still engaged in fending off relentless fighter fire, hardly having time to note Zorro's position ::
(22:45:55) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: salutes, fingers flying as she moved consoles to stand at Wolfe's, taking over from him calmly, sending a flood of phaser blasts with a mix of photon and quantum torpedoes thrown in there for good measure, aiming at the bridge and weapons systems ::
(22:46:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks around the Bridge, regaining his bearings :: CO/XO: My leg's bad, but I can tough it out. Just give me a second... that we don't really have. :: starts working his way to his knees, and then a few moments later to his feet ::
(22:47:22) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: puts some weight on his left leg, and realizes it won't really hold him. He contemplates how to make it to his console without being ordered to Sickbay. ::
(22:47:41) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: helps Wolfe to his feet, allowing him to brace a hand on her back ::
(22:47:53) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::looks over to Wolfe:: CTO: Let me have a look..
(22:48:05) CaptHarper: :: a tinge of acrid smoke irritates her eyes and nose as she continues to push the inertial dampeners to their max in high-strain maneuvers designed to keep their weapons on the indicated target areas ::
(22:48:10) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CTO: Pardon me, sir, but seriously GO TO SICKBAY :: glances at Wolfe and Kuari :: CTO: I can handle this.
(22:48:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: wonders when the next hit will send both of them flying ::
(22:49:19) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: pulls up out of the attack and with almost no shields left, he engages the escort fighters ::
(22:49:26) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: glances at Wolfe and Tailor as she manages to get back to her chair. She grimaces, pulling up the Sharks feed on her console, the other side still displaying a map showing efforts to round up injured crewmen. ::
(22:49:56) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Atlantis* Zorro to Atlantis! Be advised that one transport made it down in the wilderness. Its passengers have scattered.
(22:49:59) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: TAC2: That depends on how serious it is, Lieutenant. I may be able to handle it here. ::grabs out her tricorder and goes over to Wolfe, scannign his leg::
(22:50:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: coughs, holding onto her console and blinking the stinging from her eyes to see a flash of hope appear on her console :: CO: DIscovery, emerging from slipstream 3 AU, bearing 327 mark 8!
(22:50:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: hears the incoming report from the Sharks while holding Wolfe up :: *Zorro* Understood!
(22:51:27) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: sends another blast of photo torpedoes and quartum phasers at the capital ship, swiping her forehead with a hand, wiping off sweat as she attempts to figure it out the weak points ::
(22:51:29) CaptHarper: :: cheers brightly in her native tongue ::
(22:51:30) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: has returned to a seated position on the floor, helped down by a few crewmembers and Kuari. Confident in Grey's ability, he allows this annoying necessity to take place ::
(22:51:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grins despite their predicament at Wright's report :: CSO: Get them our battle status immediately!
(22:52:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> Discovery makes for the battle at maximum warp.
(22:53:18) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses audibly again, sending another round of phasers and quantums at the capital ship ::
(22:53:24) CSO_Cdr_Wright: XO: Aye, Commander! *Discovery* Discovery, Atlantis! We're taking heavy fire from a single Xovul vessel, shields critical! Our fighters are engaged with theirs, and one enemy transport has landed on the surface.
(22:53:53) CaptHarper: CaptSantiago> *Atlantis* Understood, we are en route. Hang in there for another minute, Atlantis.
(22:54:28) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sees to Wolf stable on the floor in Tailor's care and rushes back to her station, ready to assess their situation with Discovery having arrived ::
(22:54:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: They are closing at maximum warp!
(22:55:23) CaptHarper: CSO: Remind me to buy Santiago a drink.
(22:55:41) XO_Cdr_Kuari: TAC: Full power from weapons to shields and evasive navigation. Let Discovery handle the firepower.
(22:56:07) CaptHarper: :: focuses on avoiding fire and less on attack vectors as Discovery closes ::
(22:56:21) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: does as instructed, eyes narrowing on the shields and evasive navigation counts ::
(22:56:58) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> *Sharks* Jester's shields are in bad shape, Sharks. :: pouring all she's got into evasive maneuvers ::
(22:57:18) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: feels the pain really start to set in ::
(22:57:20) XO_Cdr_Kuari: *Sharks* Atlantis to Sharks, Discovery has arrived. Keep yourselves alive down there and stand by.
(22:57:27) CaptHarper: ACTION> Before Discovery can arrive, the Xovul ship warps away.
(22:57:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Same for Zorro.
(22:57:55) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Xovul ship is departing at high warp!
(22:57:56) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: cusses in British ::
(22:58:01) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses in frustration :: Self: FRAGGING... :: She continued to curse ::
(22:58:46) CaptHarper: :: sighs, taking a moment to consider ::
(22:58:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: growls loudly and takes two seconds to think before addressing Harper :: CO: Should Discovery follow the Xovul, or help on the ground?
(22:59:30) CaptHarper: XO/CSO: Let them go. We have a transport full of soldiers on the ground and their fighters still here to deal with. The colony's protection is the most important thing.
(22:59:47) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::scans Wolfe's knee in more detail:: CTO: Torn posterior cruciate ligament. It's going to need to do a quick surgery on it.
(22:59:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods curtly, agreeing :: CSO: Hail Discovery.
(23:00:05) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: cusses in Australian ::
(23:00:06) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: as the adrenaline dies down from her systems, she felt the burning begin to sweep her body from the amount of burns and sparks done over the course of the battle, looking down narrowly, and frowning at the burns covering her ::
(23:00:32) TAC2_2LT_Grey: MED: Uh, Acacia? Any chance you could do something with this? :: calls Acacia's attention ::
(23:00:41) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:42) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:42) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM