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(21:20:46) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:46) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:47) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:21:15) CaptHarper: :: at the helm, sheltering Atlantis a bit behind Discovery while their shields recover ::
(21:22:09) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: choking a Xovul soldier ::
(21:22:51) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits at her monitor on the bridge, strained eyes trained on the life sign monitors tracking the Sharks, and the troops on the ground. She coordinates with the transporter operator on the ground, sending the badly wounded officers to the colony clinic, with the Atlantis shields still up. ::
(21:23:25) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, watching the location of the sharks, as well as the main systems of the ship ::
(21:24:11) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: from her station near the center of the bridge, keeps an eye on ship and fleet status while Harper drives, intent on her console and the main viewer ::
(21:25:16) CaptHarper: CTO: Discovery is taking a beating! Can we get back out there?
(21:25:45) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: drops in behind another Xovul fighter and lets a microquantum fly ::
(21:26:17) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Monitors the EPS conduits as he starts shunting power to where it's needed; the echoes of the Ursine Chorus still resonating in his mind.::
(21:26:35) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::in sickbay, running triage with incoming casualties from the random console explosions and such from all over the ship::
(21:26:56) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: his eyes go wide as the Xovul he's choking stabs a knife into his side ::
(21:26:57) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: snaps at the keys with shaking hands. On the surface of the planet, a marine is dematerialized as he falls unconscious, reappearing in a clinic bed. The scene in the colony clinic is chaotic as well. ::
(21:27:26) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: dispassionately wonders how that knife penetrated his armor as he snaps the Xovul's neck ::
(21:27:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: starts painting targets on the ships that are going after Discovery and the Soverign. :: CO: Some new places that I want to see. Let's find their gonads and give them a kick, shall we?
(21:28:15) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: cocks her head at Wolfe's mental illustration ::
(21:28:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends some solutions to Grey for some hopefully better targets. ::
(21:29:38) CaptHarper: CTO: As good a plan as any. Stand by. :: sends a signal to Discovery, then breaks out of the moving shelter formation, rushing toward the Xovul with the lowest shields ::
(21:29:50) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::face is partially covered in purple dots from a sparking console in sickbay and she hasn't had time to deal with doing dermal regen on herself yet. Can we just get the friggin wiring fixed already... ::
(21:30:56) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: once the Xovul slumps away lifelessly, he twists and removes the knife sticking out of him, taking a moment to admire the quality of the blade ::
(21:31:05) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: fingers are flying across the station as she takes in the new solutions, eyes twinkling as she worked, putting targets near the engines ::
(21:31:28) CaptHarper: :: spirals the Atlantis through a hail of disruptor fire, making most of it miss ::
(21:32:19) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::grumps and puts in a work order for several consoles to be repaired, when she gets some breathing space::
(21:32:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: leads a couple enemy fighters on a merry chase, hoping to present them as easy targets for her companions ::
(21:32:54) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: zips off toward a couple of the targets on Jester's tail ::
(21:33:42) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: keeps fingers hovering over the soldiers in the worst shape, trying to wait to the last moment to pull them out, but not wanting to be too late.. ::
(21:33:52) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: tucks the knife away in his belt as a memento of the battle, then moves off toward a tree ::
(21:36:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: finally shakes the fighter on her tail in time for another to line up in her sights, pummeling it with phaser fire and a couple of microtorps before veering off as yet another gives chase ::
(21:36:21) CaptHarper: ACTION> Despite Harper's maneuvering, a couple of plasma torpedos find their mark, slamming into the aft shields, shorting out systems throughout the ship as their energy is dissipated.
(21:36:44) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::mutters something about 20 year old ships and total overhauls as she moves on to the next patient::
(21:37:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: buckles her seatbelt ::
(21:37:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: squeaks and bats uselessly at the shower of sparks that erupts from her console ::
(21:37:20) CaptHarper: :: glances over at Lexy to make sure she's alright ::
(21:37:42) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps as her own console erupts in sparks, cursing and going back to work ::
(21:38:18) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: takes shelter behind the tree and gets his medkit out to treat the stab wound ::
(21:38:54) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::clamps down a restraining field around the nearest patient and grips onto the side of a biobed as the ship shudders ::
(21:40:02) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: grabs edges of console to prevent herself from flying out of her seat, before continuing monitoring ::
(21:40:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: grabs onto his console and once the ship is done rocking gets back to the work of finding damage points on the enemy ::
(21:40:20) CaptHarper: :: belted in and is used to wrapping her legs around the chair base as well ::
(21:41:16) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Taps over his console, as it flashes on and off, before backup systems kick in. Mumbles to himself, as he attempt to bypass damaged section of the EPS grid.::
(21:41:27) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as she works, setting targets on the edges of the ships and engines ::
(21:42:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: manages to pat out a small fire on her uniform before it spreads ::
(21:42:46) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her seat a bit tighter, waiting for the tide of battle to turn ::
(21:43:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees one of his new targets open up, just for the briefest moment, and fires everything he's got into it.
(21:44:14) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: manages to treat his knife wound, then puts the kit away and picks up his rifle once more, having a nice new scar and a very sharp knife for his quarters ::
(21:44:31) CaptHarper: :: steers the ship in that direction, reacting to Wolfe's fire ::
(21:44:59) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: transports several more casualties to the triage center, sick bay piling up ::
(21:46:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: waxes one of the fighters chasing Jester, then targets the other ::
(21:48:06) CaptHarper: ACTION> Though most of them have been missing, another couple of plasma torpedoes assail our shields, causing electrical havoc.
(21:49:02) CaptHarper: :: winces as the helm sparks, but remains steadfastly focused on her maneuver through the spark shower ::
(21:49:17) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: ducks and covers her head, yelping as sparks rain down over her. She does her best to ignore the pain, focusing back on the screen as quickly as she can. ::
(21:49:18) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::in the midst of transferring a patient into the burn bed when the lights start to blink in sickbay::
(21:49:22) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Clasps his head at the noise of the Chorus, desperately trying to drown them out, as he attempts to restore the main systems.::
(21:49:59) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: jumps up from her station as it breaks into flames, batting at her flaming uniform arms, cursing the entire time ::
(21:50:03) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: snipes a Xovul soldier out of existence, but he notices the Starfleet line faltering ::
(21:50:08) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues pounding his target, an unending rain of torpedos and phaser light, concentrated on one spot ::
(21:50:26) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: barks out orders, gathering a few Marines up with him and organizing some others ::
(21:50:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stares wide-eyed at her console as the power is interrupted and it flickers repeatedly ::
(21:50:42) CaptHarper: ACTION> Discovery and Sovereign join in concentrated fire on Wolfe's target.
(21:51:17) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: grabs a fire blanket that she stores under her console for such occasions, and throws it over Grey's console ::
(21:51:59) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: tears her uniform sleeves off before moving to the other tactical console, taking her work back up again ::
(21:53:23) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: returns to her console :: TAC2: Perhaps you could "stop drop and roll". But ripping off part of your uniform works too.
(21:54:19) CaptHarper: ACTION> The shields on that target fall dramatically!
(21:55:08) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: picks off the other target, then peels off toward another of opportunity, keeping a careful eye on his shields ::
(21:55:13) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees the results and sends messages to keep up the work to the other Starfleet vessels, to keep going on their current target :: CO: It's working! Keep us lined up as long and as much as you can, Captain!
(21:55:23) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: wouldn't want to ruin the "1 day(s) since last shot down" streak ::
(21:55:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: whoops as someone blows up the fighter tailing her and turns to help out Suzuki ::
(21:55:42) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: Gestures to the small amount of space :: SCI: Do you think that would work? :: her attention snaps at the new target, working the calculations to aim at the bridge and weapons port ::
(21:55:45) CaptHarper: :: seeing that on her display as well :: CTO: Can do!
(21:56:40) CaptHarper: :: strains the intertial dampeners with a maneuver to keep Atlantis's weapons fully effective ::
(21:56:52) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: has the next torpedo loads in place and begins firing them, continuing to assail the target on this Xovul ship, pushing a higher number of Quantum torpedos into its hull. ::
(21:57:26) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: What we saw before was just with Photons. Now we're pushing Quantums. Let's see how they like that!
(21:57:51) CaptHarper: CTO: It is times like these that I am quite a fan of your enthusiasm, Major.
(21:58:56) SCI_LtJG_Jude: TAC2: You don't need a football field of space, but you do you.
(21:59:20) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Whenever something needs to die, Captain.
(21:59:50) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship's shields fall! However, the combined attention of the three Starfleet ships has left them open to attack, and all three suffer damage from the other two adversaries.
(22:01:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a moment to breathe as they careen past the targeted ship and work to come around for another pass :: CO: If you'll get us back on track, we can take out that ship.
(22:01:44) CaptHarper: CTO: Coming about! All: Hang on, the dampeners will not like this!
(22:02:02) CaptHarper: :: flip-turns Atlantis and pulses full impulse to continue the attack run! ::
(22:02:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: her seatbelt strains as the dampeners fail to fully compensate ::
(22:02:43) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her seat tightly once again, although that's not much tighter than what she was already holding it with ::
(22:03:05) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is slightly surprised by the movement, and smiles as he lines up his weapons, and commands the Tacticals on the other ships to align themselves as soon as it's convenient. Then, he begins his next attack run ::
(22:03:34) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: feels herself catch air, glad she's strapped to her seat and able to pull another marine out of combat as his lifesign dropped suddenly ::
(22:04:04) CaptHarper: ACTION> The maneuver does actually cause one of the dampeners to give out, as the rest of them absorb the energy of the maneuver.
(22:04:32) CaptHarper: :: thinks that's the first time she's pulled off a flip-turn in a Sovereign, but can't remember for sure ::
(22:04:58) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: laughs out loud at the slight airtime ::
(22:05:42) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::has to grab onto something again not to fall over during the flip&burn::
(22:05:44) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: dispatches another fighter, but finds his shields starting to get lower than he likes ::
(22:07:23) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship's shields may be down, but its ablative armor is far tougher than imagined. It seems hardly bothered, yet.
(22:07:49) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks at the Xovul ship with a cross expression ::
(22:09:07) CaptHarper: ACTION> Meanwhile, all three Federation ships find their shields dipping toward 20%, while the other two Xovul are markedly better off.
(22:09:34) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, trying to find a system to reroute power from ::
(22:10:01) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CO: Shields at twenty percent! :: glances at the status before fingers flying over the station ::
(22:10:10) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::the ship's manoeuver jostles all of the medcarts in the vicinity and wobbles the patients and medstaff ::
(22:10:25) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes a decision with the Xovul shields down and pushes even more Quantum torpedos through, unleashing hell on a two-meter area of the Xovul ship... with the phasers beating down in their own special way ::
(22:11:43) CaptHarper: ACTION> Focusing energy in a tight area is absolutely the correct way to deal with ablative armor. The armor in that area begins to give way...
(22:12:39) CaptHarper: :: swings Atlantis around again, eyeing their shields as Grey calls it out :: ENG: Ilaihr, anything left!?
(22:13:21) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees the glowing in the armor that indicates a hole growing... and knows that just beyond where that hole is being created he can find a major plasma conduit for the ship, and beyond that, their version of a warp core. So he keeps firing, and requests that the other Starfleet ships do the same ::
(22:13:24) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Cannot compensate for the ever decreasing shields, nor the blown inertial dampener. Focuses his mind into the Chorus.:: ~Neme~: If you have the power... now is the time, my friend.
(22:13:27) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::just makes her way through a scan of the burn patient without more wobbling::
(22:13:41) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: listens to the Sharks chatter and otherwise feels rather useless, not really feeling that she has any way to contribute to this situation ::
(22:13:42) CaptHarper: ACTION> The battle on the ground finds the Starfleet troops being pushed back by the Xovul forces.
(22:14:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: tends to favor her tactical display despite herself, and sees what Wolfe is doing. She hails Discovery and Sovereign and tells them to fire at Wolfe's target, as combat allows ::
(22:14:05) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CO: Shields at ten percent!
(22:14:13) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, trying to reroute power to the shield from unnecessary systems, to try and buy time ::
(22:14:44) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Stay on target...
(22:15:15) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: There's is nothing more to give. We have takrn severe damage to EPS grid, and have already redirected secondary power to the shield.
(22:15:44) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as the shields drop more, fingers flying over her station :: CO: Shields at seven percent!
(22:15:57) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Stay on target!
(22:15:58) CaptHarper: :: grimly :: ENG: Understood. :: keeps Atlantis on target, damn it all :
(22:17:46) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: We cannot hold their vessels off much longer. We need your people's help, to safeguard your world.
(22:17:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: doesn't blink ::
(22:18:34) CaptHarper: ACTION> Sadly, the bears have no space program.
(22:19:02) CaptHarper: ACTION> But, Wolfe's efforts break through the Xovul armor, causing havoic to their electrical systems. The mighty tank-like ship falters...
(22:19:09) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CO: Shields at three percent!
(22:19:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues pounding on his growing gap in the Xovul ship, the world around him going silent in his mind as the two other Xovul ships attempt to tear his ship apart, super focused on tapping their warp core with a Quantum torpedo. All he can see is the growing rip. All that matters is the gash in his targeted ship grows ::
(22:19:54) CaptHarper: :: winces through another shower of sparks, determined to keep Atlantis's weapons to bear ::
(22:20:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: silently wonders if this is how they die ::
(22:20:33) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: aids Wolfe's attempt to cause the Xovul ship harm, eyes fixed on the rip and fingers flying as the shield numbers dropped once more :: CO: Shields have fallen!
(22:20:35) CaptHarper: :: hearing the shield percent callouts, but has no choice ::
(22:20:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: watches as the wound he's creating continues to grow, faster and faster now, deeper and deeper ::
(22:20:52) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and keeping her focus ::
(22:21:26) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::starts the skin grafts on the burn patient; while that's being done automatically by the burn bed, moves to another that has a deep laceration::
(22:21:41) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees the hole the capital ships are pounding against :: *Sharks* Sharks, this is Zorro, join in the assault on that ship! :: pings it ::
(22:21:51) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: finds there is nothing more to do as Atlantis passes their target ::
(22:22:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: notes Atlantis taking a pounding as she hears Zorro's voice come over the radio and maneuvers to comply ::
(22:22:30) CaptHarper: :: brings the ship about, having no more ways to keep on target ::
(22:22:44) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: her fingers are flying over the keys as she watched the hole slowly open up ::
(22:22:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: zips toward the hole and lets his microquantums fly ::
(22:23:19) CaptHarper: :: dodging as much fire as she can, but the stray shot does hit us, each one hurting more than the last ::
(22:23:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: *Sharks* Spitfire, thought you'd never ask!
(22:23:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a scan of the chasm the fleet has created in the Xovul enemy, and sees that it won't be long now... and then as they come about begins to line up for the next round of attacks. ::
(22:24:23) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Shipwide: Shields down, under heavy fire, brace for incoming fire.
(22:24:29) CaptHarper: ACTION> Harper brings Atlantis around for another run as a disruptor shot hits the secondary hull, causing our own bit of ablative armor to sear away.
(22:25:20) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: fighting a retreating battle against the advancing Xovul forces, trying to keep the nearby Marines together ::
(22:25:35) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: banks away, out of microquantums ::
(22:25:54) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: They're close, Captain. :: shakes his head and begins the next attack run, seeing the Sharks assisting as best they can, and does what is necessary to avoid hitting them ::
(22:26:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: gets her shots in with the heavy damage from Atlantis before darting away ::
(22:26:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: the cacophony begins to fade out around her as she remembers the test and realizes that this is real with real life-and-death consequences with a shudder ::
(22:27:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: adds her own firepower, such as it is, to that of the capital ships ::
(22:27:09) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: the next attack run was also taking her focus as well, phasers and torpedoes flying towards the damaged ::
(22:27:13) CaptHarper: CTO: Finish them off!
(22:27:37) CaptHarper: :: directs Atlantis in a spiraling attack run on the breach ::
(22:28:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: returns to working on the Xovul fighters with his phasers, having no more torpedoes ::
(22:29:06) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: With pleasure, Captain. :: sees that Atlantis is perfectly lined up with the Xovul chasm, and sends several volleys into their target, each one after the first three seeming to go in and simply disappear now. ::
(22:30:08) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul Dreadnought shudders, then finally breaks apart into great pieces.
(22:30:14) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::trying to hold a microsuture steady as the ship rocks:: Self: How much longer is this battle gonna go on..
(22:30:32) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: watches as more and more of the marines on the ground get shot. She tags them, some of the worst dematerializing before they can hit the the ground. ::
(22:30:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: retreats with all due haste from the exploding ship :: *Sharks* WOHOOO!
(22:31:04) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: smiles slightly before looking to Wolfe :: CTO: Permission to join the ground troops?
(22:31:56) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: breaks his concentration as the ship breaks up, and then becomes a fireball. He rests but a moment in the victory, before turning his attention to the next... notes the interruption from Grey :: TAC2: Two. More. Ships.
(22:32:40) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul may have lost a ship, but their remaining two have moderately healthy shields. We do not, and the other two Starfleet ships are in dire straits as well, their shields critical.
(22:32:46) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grins triumphantly as the explosion from the enemy ship brightens the entire bridge :: CTO: Well done, Major!
(22:34:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: I don't know how we're going to stand up to bringing another one down. But we can't let up. I have my serious doubt whether any of us is able to warp away. So... on with the attack? Now that I know where the weak point is, and it's next to their engine room, I suggest we keep thrusting swords into each dragon's heart.
(22:34:43) CaptHarper: ENG: Any chance of getting the shields back yet, Commander?
(22:35:01) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CTO: Yes sir. :: listens closely ::
(22:35:29) CaptHarper: ACTION> A plasma torpedo grazes the saucer, causing all sorts of havoc, but not breaching the hull.
(22:36:54) CaptHarper: CTO: On with it indeed, Major.
(22:36:57) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::red alert lights flickering, smoke wafting through sickbay, and several biobeds filled with patients.. yep, seems perfectly normal::
(22:37:01) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: does a double-take down at her scanners ::
(22:37:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain! There are multiple Kvolir signatures approaching at warp!
(22:37:38) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. I've painted our target onto the stronger of the two remaining ships. I'd rather be more open to their weaker counterpart.
(22:37:39) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Keeps typing away, the captain's voice barely registering, drowned out by the Chorus; they are in panic, unsure what to do, how far they must go to defend their world, afraid of what they may become, despite their resolve.:: CO: I can't...
(22:37:52) CaptHarper: :: whips her head over to look at Lexy :: Kvolir?! Jaire, you magnificent bastard.
(22:37:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks up at looks at Wright ::
(22:38:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Jaire's ship is among them!
(22:38:52) CaptHarper: :: is suddenly even more grateful for her attentiveness to learning Kvolir ritual dances ::
(22:39:03) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ships lower their shields.
(22:39:30) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: sighs in relief at hearing the reinforcements coming as her fingers continued to send torpedoes to the same weak point on the second remaining ship ::
(22:39:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: thinks a moment about the date he's going to have tonight and smiles, before getting ready for the next attack... and then notes the Xovul reaction to the Kvolir arrival. ::
(22:40:10) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul fighters begin returning to their home ships, and their troops on the surface begin beaming up in odd transporter effects that look as if they're being folded away.
(22:40:53) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: frowns as she watches the new reactions ::
(22:40:57) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: shoots a Xovul, then watches the rest of the advancing force beam away ::
(22:41:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks from the Xovul to the Kvolir, frowning :: Self: Are the Xovul surrendering?
(22:41:50) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul are just letting their armor absorb our fire as they recall their fighters and troops.
(22:41:54) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: XO: So it seems.
(22:42:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: XO/CO: Or they're getting ready to make a run for it.
(22:42:23) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CTO: Are... they surrending or getting ready to make a run?
(22:42:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, not believing it until it's over, but she does let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding ::
(22:42:39) CaptHarper: CTO: Target their engines!
(22:42:51) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: does so calmly ::
(22:43:11) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chasing fighters that are retreating to their home ships ::
(22:44:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. With pleasure. :: targets a weak point in the stronger Xovul's port engine and opens fire, having the other ships spread between the two ships so that they receive equal fire between the three Starfleet vessels. ::
(22:44:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ships finish their recall and warp away, just as the Kvolir arrive.
(22:44:23) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CTO: Yep, fleeing.
(22:44:42) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: watches for just a second more, then unhooks her seatbelt, bolting for the turbolift en route to sickbay ::
(22:44:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Shall we hail the Kvolir?
(22:45:21) CaptHarper: :: takes a deep breath :: XO: Yes.
(22:45:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods to Wright ::
(22:45:56) CaptHarper: :: sets the helm to auto and stands ::
(22:46:20) CaptHarper: :: brushes a stray hair out of her face ::
(22:46:26) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: leans back in chair and exhales ::
(22:46:55) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes a deep breath and hails Jaire's ship ::
(22:47:25) CaptHarper: Jaire> :: appears on the screen :: It would appear that we have arrived just in time, friends!
(22:47:36) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: straight up runs down the hall and jumps over a fallen wall panel, hopped up on adrenaline. She slows to a walk just before rounding the corner into sick bay, a nurse guiding her towards the second worst patient and putting a PADD in her hand. ::
(22:47:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: beams at Jaire, then looks towards Harper ::
(22:48:04) CaptHarper: Jaire: Thank you, Colonel. Your arrival is timely, indeed.
(22:48:35) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: quietly searches the Kvolir Bridge for any sign of Tira. ::
(22:48:37) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::looks up, a giant streak of soot on her nose and several splotches on her face, still suturing the lacerated patient:: MED: How are things on the bridge?
(22:49:05) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::Might also have a few hairs out of place::
(22:49:08) CaptHarper: Jaire> Well, if this is to be a home for both of our peoples, we would be amiss to not take part in its defense. We know the Xovul, too, and have no good feelings towards them.
(22:50:16) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: spots Tira as she enters their Bridge, and as she looks at their viewscreen and catches sight of Wolfe, he nods his head at her. ::
(22:50:38) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: definitely has a few hairs out of place, casting a single glance to Tailor before turning her eyes to the patient, speaking straight but so Tailor could hear, :: CMO: Exploding consoles. Not bad given some parts of the ship.
(22:51:08) CaptHarper: :: nods gratefully, suppressing tired feelings :: Jaire: Of course. We will begin repairs. The Xovul will return, I am sure, but against all of us united, they will have even more trouble.
(22:51:20) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: flips on the dermal regnerator and starts fusing the random ensign's arm closed ::
(22:51:41) CaptHarper: Jaire> Let us know if we can be of assistance. :: smiles :: Jaire out.
(22:51:59) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The channel is closed.
(22:52:15) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: looks down to her burned hands and slowly stands, heading to the medbay to see if she could get some quick treatment ::
(22:52:19) CaptHarper: :: lets out a long breath and claps her hands on her thighs as she turns to the bridge, tired, but running on adrenaline ::
(22:52:22) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes in a deep breath, Jaire's words solidifying their alliance with the Kvolir, and assurance of assistance :: CTO: Stand down red alert. Yellow until shields are restored.
(22:52:48) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: MED: Yeah, several of these patients came from those parts of the ship.. and I think we might have lost a few crew when the hull breached on deck 12. ::Sighs:: MED: Battle's over, right?
(22:52:48) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sighs just a little too loudly, before sending a private message through his console over to the Kvolir tactical console ::
(22:53:04) CaptHarper: CSO: Recall the Sharks. XO: Repairs are top priority, Commander.
(22:53:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: XO: Aye, Commander. Yellow alert with currently non-existent shields. Weapons on standby.
(22:53:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: with her targets gone, is already on her way back to her mothership and a nice hot shower ::
(22:54:14) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: returns to the bridge with her hands repaired, sliding into place at an empty station ::
(22:54:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: receives a return message, and blushes just a little. Should anyone notice, he would never hear the end of it. ::
(22:54:21) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: again doesn't look up, her expression blank as she's still somewhere between shock and resilience. At least her hands are steady. :: CMO: Two. We lost two crew on the ship, and four on the ground. The colony clinic is overwhelmed, but hasn't reported a higher number y.. :: she stopped, deciding not to say 'yet'. ::
(22:55:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Sharks, Atlantis. Return to the Assault Bay.
(22:55:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *CSO* Aye aye. *Sharks* Bravo Zulu, Sharks.
(22:55:37) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: flies toward the Assault Bay ::
(22:55:54) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:56) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:58) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM