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(21:15:09) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
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(21:15:35) CaptHarper: :: finally asleep, having been up late doing paperwork and worrying ::
(21:16:05) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits in her office, working on her research--a welcome respite. On her desk sit half-finished reports on some of the injured marines, which she set aside so to mentally recover when she learned there had been no deaths. ::
(21:16:25) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: in an improvised shelter near the colony, meditating with a single candle ::
(21:16:29) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is in his quarters, dead to the world, resting, though never deeply. ::
(21:16:47) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: is standing with another batch of marines planetside, hands on her weapons as she talked with the others, content as can be.::
(21:17:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: asleep in the Sharks barracks ::
(21:17:25) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: in the barracks next to the assault bay, checking over a dimmed PADD to read the repair reports and check her messages ::
(21:17:40) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is fast asleep next to Kate, though her sleep is fitful at best ::
(21:18:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: was also up late, waiting for last-minute repairs by the B shift to be completed that of course take longer than scheduled. She's curled up in her dark quarters, sleeping soundly on her sherpa blanket, the corner of it flopped on top of her nose ::
(21:19:59) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: after finally having gotten some sleep, is sitting at the helm, this being solidly the middle of her shift ::
(21:20:32) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sighs, looking at the time. She slides down in her chair, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Maybe this time, it'll work... ::
(21:20:38) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: is splayed out on her bed, having kicked all her sheets off, snoring loudly ::
(21:20:56) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Wanders through the hallways, shuffling his feet and tapping his cane, whispering and chittering to himself as he goes.::
(21:23:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: wakes up with a start from yet another nightmare - battles always bring back bad memories - but quickly realizes she's in her quarters with her wife asleep next to her and tries to calm down ::
(21:24:01) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *whispers under her breath* Self: Just... breathe.
(21:24:27) CaptHarper: :: doesn't stir ::
(21:25:43) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Gamma-shift tactical officer sees an incoming Xovul flotilla on long-range sensors, and alerts the commanding officer. RED ALERT! The obnoxious klaxon sounds, and a shipwide call for Alpha-shift to immediately report to stations goes out.
(21:26:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: squeezes her eyes closed and then opens them again as the alert continues to go off... is this still a nightmare? Please let this still be the nightmare... ::
(21:26:50) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: jerks back up, gasping. She jumps out of her seat, making a run out the door of the medical research lab and towards the Turbolift. ::
(21:27:44) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: incorporates the klaxon into his current dream, where he's a counselor at a kids camp (make that a nightmare) miles away from anything, and the fire alarm is going off. ::
(21:27:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: yelps audibly as she's startled awake, taking no time to stumble towards the door like a tranquilized cat. She stops as the doors swish open, the bright light of the corridor assaulting her eyes, and takes a moment to wake up ::
(21:27:54) CaptHarper: :: sits straight up in bed and after taking half a second to figure out what is going on, she signals the bridge for a status update ::
(21:27:59) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: hadn’t realized she was close to dozing off, but is fully awake when the klaxon goes off. Glances around to make sure the Sharks are waking up as they should be, and then heads for the locker room to suit up ::
(21:28:21) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: barely hears noise and groans, before opening her eyes :: Self: Deities damnit. :: she gets up and makes her way to the bridge, running, hoping it will wake her up sooner ::
(21:28:23) CaptHarper: :: meets Lexy's eyes as the news comes in over the comm, then rushes out of bed ::
(21:28:51) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses at hearing the warnings, and immediately follows the highest person present at the moment, not bothering on being gentle to wake the sleeping marines ::
(21:29:08) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: begins evacuating kids and other counselors from... the camp... ::
(21:29:09) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: jumps out of bed and runs into the locker room ::
(21:29:15) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tries not to burst into tears as she swings out of bed, glad she had the foresight to actually wear pajamas just in case of this eventuality ::
(21:29:41) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: arrives on the bridge, taking her seat at the medical console and quickly going through the scanners to get lifesigns from both the ship and colony, trying to keep her composure as best she can. ::
(21:29:57) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Wisps his way through the corridors, mumbling beneath his hood still; as he makes his way to a turbolift.::
(21:30:49) CaptHarper: :: instead of sleeping au naturel as usual, she is in underwear, and adds a bathrobe before heading toward the door ::
(21:30:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: blinks and darts out into the corridor through squinted eyes as her pupils continue to narrow, making her way to the turbolift by mostly memory ::
(21:31:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: anxiously waits to be relieved so she can head to the assault bay ::
(21:31:44) CaptHarper: CSO: Come on. Time to go back to work. :: sleep still in her voice ::
(21:32:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: follows behind Kate, trying desperately to swallow her emotions and so can only nod in response because she doesn't trust her voice ::
(21:32:31) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks around the camp and realizes... that's not a fire alarm. He opens his eyes, blinks a few times, gets up, and goes wearing his comfy pajama pants and nothing else. As he makes his way out of his quarters, he looks longingly at his replicator, thinking of Raktajino. Shaking his head, he moves on and heads out into the corridor and to the nearest Turbolift. ::
(21:32:50) CaptHarper: :: ties the robe off and grabs a hair tie as she heads out into the corridor ::
(21:33:12) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: she gets into the nearest turbo lift and rubs her eyes as she mumbles :: Bridge.
(21:33:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: gets into his flight suit, slightly slower than usual, making sure he's doing it right ::
(21:33:41) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: finds everyone accounted for but only breathes a momentary sigh of relief, looking up at the terrified night shift officers. She's also in pajamas, totally unapologetically, but she couldn't sleep. ::
(21:33:43) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: pads behind barefoot in white t-shirt and pink pajama pants with little sheep all over them ::
(21:33:48) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Steps off the TL, relieving the gamma shift engineer and taking his post.::
(21:33:58) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: climbs up into the fighter, checking systems and status ::
(21:34:08) CaptHarper: :: gets into the turbolift and, as it proceeds to the bridge, she ties her hair back out of her way ::
(21:34:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: grabs his helmet and heads for the as-of-yet-unnamed fighter ::
(21:35:06) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: rides the TL before Harper and Wright's (since they're from the same floor) :: and bursts onto the bridge ::
(21:35:40) CaptHarper: Gamma Shift CO> :: turns the bridge over to Kuari ::
(21:35:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: yells for a report and takes her station ::
(21:36:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: steps aboard the turbolift, turns to the door as is the custom, and commands it to the Bridge. Then, with a moment to think, he puts his hand over his mouth and checks his breath. Should have said no to the Garlic Encrusted Chicken last night. ::
(21:36:55) CaptHarper: :: arrives out of the turbolift after Kuari's and also asks for a report ::
(21:37:52) CaptHarper: :: heads to the helm instead of the center seat :: Suzuki: Get to your plane, Jester, and good hunting.
(21:37:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Six Xovul dreadnoughts incoming, on long range scans.
(21:38:03) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: walks onto the bridge and sits at her console ::
(21:38:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes her station from the Gamma shift officer and begins coordinating fleet communications ::
(21:38:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: yawns right before the Turbolift arrives at the Bridge, steps out when the doors open, and takes over his position ::
(21:38:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> CO: Aye, Captain. :: secures the helm and quickly hands it off to Captain Harper, taking off for the TL as quickly as she thinks she can get away with ::
(21:39:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Gamma-shift officers file away back into the green room and raid the craft services table.
(21:39:23) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: having woken up in the barracks next to the assault bay, curses in Bajoran before rolling out of bed and suiting up ::
(21:40:14) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: On edge, she sends a test-ping to Jude's console :: [SCI: Emergency transport test ping]
(21:40:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: bounces back and forth from foot to foot like a boxer as she rides the TL down, trying to wake up her body for the battle ahead ::
(21:40:39) CaptHarper: CTO: Major, signal your Marines on the surface to get their heels up and watch for incoming.
(21:41:31) CaptHarper: CSO: Have the Sharks launch when they are ready.
(21:41:33) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks at console, and still partially brain-dead, she:: huh :: s. ::
(21:41:33) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Already on it. :: finishes his message to the ground troops and sends it off ::
(21:41:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Sharks, you are go to launch when ready. Jester is on her way.
(21:42:07) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: his comm chirps a few times before it finally disturbs his meditation ::
(21:42:31) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: turns around and just so happens to see shirtless Wolfe and snaps back around, placing her head on her console, hoping to hide her blushing ::
(21:42:56) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: glances at the new message coming through, and immediately snaps for attention to the other units, issuing instructions to prepare for the fight coming ::
(21:43:03) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* Copy. We will launch when Jester arrives. :: completes her systems check and gets ready to launch ::
(21:43:08) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: calmly extinguishes the candle and suits up ::
(21:43:12) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Is constantly whispering nigh incoherent things to himself.::
(21:43:45) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: runs through a quick pre-flight on the the nameless fighter :: I am sorry to wake you, señorita, but we must dance once more.
(21:43:53) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down at her pinky fuzzy pants with sheep all over them and morosely wishes she hadn't worn them; she really likes these pants and doesn't want to associate more bad memories with them ::
(21:44:38) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: exits the TL and runs pell-mell toward the assault bay, stripping off outer layers of her uniform as she goes ::
(21:44:42) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: hops habitually into her fighter and runs through preflight checks ::
(21:45:15) CaptHarper: CTO: Time until the Xovul arrive, Major?
(21:46:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: We've got two minutes, Captain.
(21:47:01) CaptHarper: CTO: Status of weapons and shields?
(21:47:25) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: We're at 85%.
(21:48:13) CaptHarper: CTO: It will have to do. CSO: Alert all ships to fall into formation gamma two until the battle breaks us up.
(21:48:37) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: studiously runs through the latest reports to get a grasp of their state of readiness, taking in the little repairs completed while she was asleep, telling herself it will all have to do before everything is possibly wrecked again ::
(21:48:44) CaptHarper: :: dispatches a yeoman to grab a quick iced coffee for the bridge crew ::
(21:48:46) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve, Captain.
(21:49:14) CaptHarper: ACTION> Said yeoman returns, passing out caffeine-filled drinks.
(21:50:00) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smiles weakly, offering the yeoman a very sincere thanks :: Coffee-bringer: My hero...
(21:50:31) CaptHarper: :: gulps down the coffee then does one last check on propulsion ::
(21:50:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The rest of the fleet has acknowledged, Captain.
(21:51:07) CaptHarper: :: tries to position the fleet in such a way as to block their little atmospheric warp-in trick from last time ::
(21:51:11) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a swig of his coffee, wishing it was Raktojino, but it'll work. He has work to do, so he drains the rest of the coffee before placing it in his hidden cupholder under his console and gets back to work. ::
(21:51:49) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: waves the yeoman on, choosing to run on her own adrenaline instead ::
(21:52:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: finally suited up and pre-flighted :: *Sharks* Jester is go. Sorry for the delay.
(21:52:23) CaptHarper: ACTION> Six Xovul dreadnoughts exit warp. They don't bother to raise shields just yet, and instead of troop transports, just beam their soldiers to the surface, choosing to absorb any fire they take with their armor.
(21:52:43) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Kvolir ship launches its swarms of drone fighters.
(21:53:13) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *Sharks* Copy, Jester. Sharks, launch now.
(21:53:37) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Zorro copies. :: lifts the fighter off the bay deck and shoots out the door ::
(21:53:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> *Sharks* Copy! :: doesn't bother to announce her callsign and gets started :: Self: Round two, be afraid, Xovul...
(21:54:04) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: gets his first calculations and opens fire ::
(21:54:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: flies out in formation, glad to be well-rested for a change ::
(21:54:15) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Sharks are launching.
(21:54:24) CaptHarper: CSO: Good hunting to them.
(21:54:28) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: fires the engines and flies out of the bay, aligning her fighter to get a good view of the enemy ::
(21:54:34) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods in agreement ::
(21:54:44) CaptHarper: ACTION> The other Sovereigns launch their fighters as well.
(21:54:57) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *Syvek/Grey/ground team* You have company, if you didn't see that already.
(21:55:15) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: tilts her head back and chugs her coffee, setting the empty cup on the floor for later and turning her focus to her console ::
(21:55:23) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses at seeing the Xovul calmly :: *CTO* Yes, I see them.
(21:55:46) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: is now suited up and concealed in a sniper nest :: *CTO* Understood.
(21:55:48) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, trying to keep track of the positions of the Xovul relative to the others ::
(21:56:47) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: tips her wings at a squadron of friendly fighters as they enter the battlefield ::
(21:57:00) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul absorb some fire from the Kvolir and Federation ships, but finish beaming their soldiers down. They move toward the planet's moon once more.
(21:57:54) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul launch their fighters, which are immediately set upon by the Kvolir drones. Their shields raise.
(21:58:48) CaptHarper: :: leads the fleet in to engage ::
(21:59:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: whispering a small pep talk to herself under her breath, trying to get her fear under control ::
(22:00:18) CaptHarper: ACTION> The clash between the fighters happens first, and is immense. The sheer number of fighters in space makes it difficult to visually distinguish friend from foe and the entire scene is a clash of energy weapons.
(22:00:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: weaves her way through the fray, not finding herself wanting for targets ::
(22:00:56) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: connects with the colony's transport operator and alerts the head of the colony clinic, the systems easily linking up as they'd done before ::
(22:01:04) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: quickly finds herself a target and lights it up, checking for enemies on her tail and for friendlies as well ::
(22:01:10) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends a message to the Kvolir ship, and quickly receives a response from his counterpart, Tira. Even in the opening of a battle, it makes him smile. He gets back to work targeting the lead Xovul ship, aiming to decapitate them like last time. He shares his calculation with all the Federation and Kvolir vessels, so they can all concentrate their fire on his target. ::
(22:01:41) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: tries not to think about the fact that she must have been sound asleep not ten minutes ago and her world is brought into sharp focus in order to survive in the chaos of the three-way dogfight from the recycled-air cockpit ::
(22:01:45) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finds himself immediately under heavy fire, having been at the leading edge of this clash ::
(22:02:45) CaptHarper: ACTION> The capital ships then join the fray, five on our side, six on theirs. Vast barrages of torpedoes, plasma and quantum, slam into the opposing combatants.
(22:04:02) CaptHarper: CTO: Fire at will! :: as the formation breaks ::
(22:05:08) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis rocks from the plasma torpedoes hitting our shields, but all of the allied vessels take a beating, with the Concorde getting the worst of it.
(22:05:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: paints his target on the main viewer as he continues firing :: CO: Aye, Firing at will. ::
(22:05:33) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: picks off a Xovul with his rifle, still unseen ::
(22:05:49) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps as she narrowly avoids being hit by a shot, taking aim to shoot at the Xovul targeting her ::
(22:06:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: bites her tongue to keep herself from squeaking in dismay as the ship rocks from the hits ::
(22:07:49) CaptHarper: :: brings the ship about hard, its rocking causing her to forcibly dismiss an upwelling of worry for her pilots and marines that do not have the luxury of the mighty ship's protection ::
(22:08:10) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips the edge of her seat tightly from all sides with all appendages, as she's learned to do ::
(22:09:05) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: buckles her seatbelt, eyes fixed on the lifesign readouts ::
(22:09:22) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ships draw the allied fleet toward the planet's moon, at least a bit. One of them breaks off the rear of their formation and makes directly for the moon.
(22:10:25) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finds his shields dropping faster than usual, inside the giant scrum, since there are far more adversaries than he's ever seen ::
(22:10:48) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: That brings us down to five of them for now. :: keeps working on the shield generator of the lead Xovul ship, working to bring their shields to zero. ::
(22:11:01) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: does manage another microquantum lock, letting the torpedo fly and turn its target into a fine mist ::
(22:11:19) CaptHarper: CTO: We do not have time to worry what that ship is up to right now anyway, so five it is.
(22:11:40) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: watches a signal flicker, quickly typing a command for the colony transporter. On the ground, a marine bleeding from the head appears in the colony clinic. ::
(22:11:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: glances from her ship systems readout to the tiny tactical display on her console and does a double-take at the dreadnought breaking off ::
(22:12:05) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: finds herself quickly in the midst of a handful of enemy fighters, trying to blast her way out of it ::
(22:12:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: I like your thinking, Captain. :: unleases a new volley on the lead Xovul's shield system, the other allied ships following suit at his direction ::
(22:12:33) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: rolls out and pastes another one, but is still under siege ::
(22:12:46) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: does find a split second to appreciate that the Kvolir drones are on their side this time ::
(22:12:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: sees Sehlat's predicament and comes to her aid, having just shaken the enemies on her own tail ::
(22:13:23) CaptHarper: :: spins Atlantis on her yaw axis while they're still flying forward to bring the forward weapons to bear while they're still flying away from the target ::
(22:13:55) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: picks off another Xovul before he's forced to move ::
(22:14:26) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: sees Jester appear and uses the distraction to get out of the mess, freeing herself to dart away for a minute before heading back into the fray ::
(22:14:28) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship that broke off the attack launches several transports that make for the moon's surface.
(22:14:51) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses loudly as she continues to exchange shots with the Xovul, eyes narrowed in focus ::
(22:15:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Atlantis's moves and is very thankful inertial dampeners are still functioning at full power ::
(22:16:27) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *Grey/Syvek* Be advised, you've got more friends coming. Deal with them in as friendly a manner as you see fit :: does not stop his attack, continuing to drive into the lead Xovul's shield system ::
(22:16:29) CaptHarper: :: brings the ship over the top of the main battle, pitching forward at the same rate as they fly by, continuing to keep the forward weapons on target ::
(22:17:38) CaptHarper: ACTION> The weapons exchanges continue to wear down shields on both sides of the battle. Atlantis starts to suffer the usual epidemic of console explosions.
(22:18:11) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, trying to find places to draw power to the shields ::
(22:18:11) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finds his shields already critical and swears under his breath :: There's just too damn many of them.
(22:18:45) CaptHarper: ACTION> The rear guard ship that launched transports returns to the fray once those transports land on the moon's surface.
(22:20:06) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: finds another high spot and engages the personal camoflage field, then deletes the first Xovul he finds the rifle's scope ::
(22:20:24) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues his furious attack, watching as their shields have fallen to 89%, but Atlantis is down to 79%. Thanks to a bit of information from Tira the other night among other things, they have managed to take more of the Xovul's shields than the Xovul have taken of them. ::
(22:20:46) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yips in dismay as a shot makes contact, hissing lowly as she continued to fight ::
(22:21:01) TAC2_2LT_Grey: *CTO:* Understood.
(22:21:15) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: type rapidly at her console intermittently, badly injured marines dematerializing before Xovul can land finishing blows, reappearing in the now-bustling colony clinic. She watches the Sharks with a worried expression. ::
(22:21:39) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tightens her seatbelt and continues her under-the-breath litany of calm while listening to fleetwide communications ::
(22:21:46) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: struggles to get toward the outside of the fray as his Mustang is just taking too many hits from all directions ::
(22:22:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: finds the sheer number of fighters overwhelming, trying to assist her comrades both Kvolir and Federation, but it's difficult to just keep herself alive and alternates between evading and lining up targets in front of her ::
(22:22:49) CaptHarper: :: brings Atlantis around again into a spiraling attack through the Xovul fleet ::
(22:23:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: the weapons buttons are warm under her fingers as she continue to let fly with energy weapons and microtorpedoes, pushing herself into a battle frenzy that is only broken when she takes a hit that sends her reeling ::
(22:23:40) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: her shields are barely above 10% right now, and that’s only because of her siphoning algorithm. Tries to map a way out to try and get the cloud of fighters thinned out a little bit to make it easier to find enemies ::
(22:25:29) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: finds his target once again and keeps pounding. He notes that as the Xovul shields get lower, they also drain a little bit faster, and passes that calculation on to the other tactical stations in the fleet. They all continue to work on the same ship, same target, and it's having an effect. ::
(22:26:07) CaptHarper: ACTION> The war of shield attrition continues, this time Atlantis and Concorde taking the worst on our side.
(22:27:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: trying so hard to keep her voice calm and not entirely succeeding :: CO: The Concorde is reporting heavy damage as well, Cap... Wait a second.
(22:27:47) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses and dodges another shot, sending another one directly towards the Xovul ::
(22:27:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down at her console to make sure, because this is weird ::
(22:27:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: working along the edge of the giant fighter battle, his shields critical, but he's managed to destroy several enemy targets ::
(22:28:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: ...Captain... one of the... Xovul fighters? Is hailing us? ...??
(22:28:15) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes a moment to appreciate Harper's flying and look towards her station, knowing their lives for the most part are in her hands, before the shields start to get seriously battered and she's holding on for dear life and trying to ascertain the state of the ship as its levels drop rapidly on her screen ::
(22:28:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: notes Wright's pause. Keeps firing ::
(22:28:41) CaptHarper: :: glances aside at the Concorde's stats on her display :: CSO: Patch them through... audio only.
(22:29:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Captain. :: patches in the Xovul fighter's audio ::
(22:29:25) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks up curiously at Wright's announcement and listens intently ::
(22:29:52) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks up from console and listens ::
(22:30:29) CaptHarper: XovulFighter> Firefly, is that you? Why aren't you out the battle?
(22:31:36) CaptHarper: :: without looking up from her console :: Who is this? Do I know you? :: banks Atlantis around hard for another pass on their current target ::
(22:32:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: furrows her eye ridges, even more confused, and would cock her head if not for the holding on and the console-reading ::
(22:33:30) CaptHarper: XovulFighter> I was the CAG of that slaver operation you disrupted at Venya Kashar's request. The one that got away? You must remember me, darling.
(22:33:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: Recovers from her hit and tries to shake it off, pressing the attack, but with a more wary eye on her flank ::
(22:34:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is too anxious and scared to bristle at "darling" ::
(22:34:20) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues assaulting the Xovul's ship's shields. Now they're down to 67% - they're making headway. He messages his compatriots to double down, even though he know's they're all doing everything they can. ::
(22:34:56) CaptHarper: *XF* Ah! Yes, you ran away before my Sharks could finish you off.
(22:35:53) CaptHarper: XF> They just didn't pay me enough for any more of that. The Xovul, on the other hand.... well, :: destroys a Federation fighter with a well-placed microplasma :: They just make so much more sense.
(22:36:43) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: makes her mean face ::
(22:37:15) CaptHarper: *XF* So you have betrayed your kind multiple times now, for the highest bidder.
(22:37:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: feels her blood run cold. Jumpy, she pulls an injured marine out of battle a few moments too soon, and he has some choice words for the clinic staff as they try to treat his bleeding arm. ::
(22:38:03) CaptHarper: XF> My kind? :: snorts :: Never. :: flies by Zorro's fighter and strips its shields :: My kind are the Xovul. They have given me meaning!
(22:38:09) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps strongly at another injury, tugging her sleeve down and keeping fighting, moving from Xovul to Xovul, knocking them down and dealing their death blows ::
(22:38:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: FUCK!
(22:39:12) CaptHarper: XF> Why are you cowering aboard that ship and not out in your fighter, anyway? We have unfinished business.
(22:39:31) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: keeps on keeping on, watching as the Xovul's shields continue to get lower, waiting for that special moment when they reach zero... but that's a ways off.
(22:40:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is starting to get angry on top of being anxious and scared, a dangerous mixture of emotions ::
(22:41:02) CaptHarper: *XF* I am Captain Kathryn Harper, in command of the Atlantis. Your betrayal will not go unpunished.
(22:41:22) CaptHarper: :: maneuvers back around, taking note of which fighter is broadcasting ::
(22:41:58) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: pulls a flip-turn and lights up the unfortunate fighter that's been picking at her shields from behind ::
(22:42:49) CaptHarper: XF> Come out and face me one-on-one, Firefly! :: lays into Zorro again with his disruptors :: Before I kill your precious "Sharks"—or—are they not yours anymore now that you command, only to be seen as fodder?
(22:43:08) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: all sorts of his systems short out from the disruptor fire ::
(22:43:33) CaptHarper: :: irritated, she makes the throat slash gesture at Lexy ::
(22:43:40) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: her finger hovers over the button to cut off the comm, watching Kate's face carefully but tempted to do it anyway... and there's the gesture. ::
(22:43:43) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: wants to retort to the impetuous voice on the comm, but almost literally bites her tongue ::
(22:43:52) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: notices Zorro taking damage and spins the fighter to face the offending enemy fighter, opening fire ::
(22:44:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: with a final hit from the taunting Xovul, he loses engine power and continues in a straight line where he was heading... right through the Xovul fleet, toward that moon ::
(22:44:49) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *Sharks* Zorro, Sehlat. What is your status?
(22:44:50) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: struggles to reroute anything, but he only has a bit of cold-gas thruster fuel ::
(22:45:04) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: has no comm system either ::
(22:45:34) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: :: said changing his accent slightly to be that of a royal :: That dipshit seems to know quite a bit about you, Captain.
(22:45:38) CaptHarper: :: casually highlights that fighter in the shared targeting system ::
(22:45:49) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: darts around the cluster that is battling fighters, listening to the comm, and worries as Zorro fails to respond ::
(22:46:18) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: listens to the channel carefully, noting the lack of reply :: *CSO* Atlantis, Sehlat. Do you have a lock on Zorro? :: dodges an enemy fighter, trying to keep an eye on both Zorro and the fight ::
(22:46:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: cranes her head around in the cockpit to try to catch sight of Zorro, and then grows more worried once she does ::
(22:46:40) CaptHarper: CTO: We flew against him when the Admiral was securing the Free Fleets' help against Section 31. The slaver whose operations we foiled.
(22:46:56) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: is now past the Xovul ships and fast approaching the moon ::
(22:47:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: It sounds like Zorro is in trouble.
(22:47:06) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. But he seems to know a lot since then, too.
(22:47:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* I have a lock, Sehlat, but we're under heavy fire...
(22:47:42) CaptHarper: CTO: Maybe I pissed him off. :: looks to Lexy :: Direct the Sharks to aid him if possible.
(22:48:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Captain's orders are to aid Zorro if possible, Sharks.
(22:48:05) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: gets some dim power by cutting life support and living off his suit's supply, enough to project his course ::
(22:48:45) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* Understood. :: disengages from her current enemy, pushing the engines to full to reach Zorro ::
(22:48:54) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: has moved to another location, and picks off several more Xovul from cover, his big phaser rifle just tearing through their armor to disintegrate them ::
(22:49:00) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: executes a turn on a dime and heads toward Zorro, only to run into resistance along the way, but tries to fire her way through them ::
(22:49:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: :: having let go of the posh sound :: Couldn't have picked a nicer fight mate. :: has the lead Xovul's shields down to 47% now, and really looking forward to getting them down to zero. ::
(22:49:22) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finds that projection to be... inadequate, and starts to use the maneuvering thrusters to soften his imminent landing ::
(22:49:50) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: with their shields lowered, he begins adding some Quantum torpedoes into the mix, which begins to lower them a little faster now. ::
(22:50:00) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses audibly, continuing to exchange fire ::
(22:50:20) CaptHarper: CTO: That one is failing! :: spins about hard, straining the ID systems as usual ::
(22:50:30) CaptHarper: ACTION> It is indeed failing, but the Concorde has completely lost shields.
(22:50:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: takes a moment to locate Zorro's position, but it's a moment she doesn't have. She's forced to evade as sparks fly from her console, and she instead attempts to distract fighters flying after Sehlat and Jester ::
(22:51:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees the surface of the moon getting really detailed as he gives the thrusters all they have to adjust the course to something survivable, since ejecting would keep him basically on the same course with less cushioning ::
(22:51:35) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: hangs on ::
(22:51:36) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. Sending you a plan for when their shields have fully failed... now :: sends a message to her terminal ::
(22:51:38) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The Concorde has lost shields, Captain...
(22:51:53) CaptHarper: :: sees what he means and smirks ::
(22:52:34) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: notes Zorro’s position and trajectory, managing to get just past the Xovul fleet to get a better look at the situation. She has picked up a couple of friends, though, and has a pressing need to deal with them. ::
(22:52:53) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: ends up in a skidding crash landing, sending dust flying along with bits of his unfortunate Mustang ::
(22:53:21) CaptHarper: CSO: Direct.... :: her eyes dart around, taking in the situation :: Discovery to give them some cover!
(22:53:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: fighting like a cornered cat, much to the misfortune of her enemies ::
(22:53:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is on the comm to Discovery immediately, doing just that ::
(22:53:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: the Mustang comes to a halt, completely wrecked, but he is alive, although injured ::
(22:54:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Zorro appears to have crashed, but I still have life signs.
(22:54:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: as the console in front of him dies, he sees that he crashed near where the Xovul transport landed ::
(22:55:09) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* Copy. When can he be retrieved?
(22:55:40) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: lets out a breath :: .... mierda.
(22:56:33) CaptHarper: :: approaches the Xovul ship from its flank as its shields are almost gone ::
(22:57:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Zorro has crash-landed on the moon.. I believe near where the transport landed. Sehlat asks when he can be retrieved.
(22:57:11) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: is forced to abandon her rescue mission, knowing if she doesn't give the Xovul fighters on her ass hell, she'll end up worse off than Zorro and turns to do just that ::
(22:57:13) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis rocks from another plasma volley.
(22:57:53) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: eeps as the seatbelt bites into her skin ::
(22:57:59) CaptHarper: :: holding on to her console despite the seatbelt :: CSO: I wish I knew.
(22:58:26) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* That is unknown, Sehlat.
(22:58:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: finds that amazingly, his suit is intact, despite his injuries, so at least he is not leaking air ::
(22:58:48) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes a final check on the AP system since they don't use it often. All systems are nominal. When the Xovul ship's shiends are fully disengaged, he unleashes the Antimatter Projection system, a stream of antimatter particles that react when they hit the matter that makes up the hull. ::
(22:59:07) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: narrows her eyes slightly, but responds :: *CSO* Understood. :: finds another target ::
(22:59:51) CaptHarper: ACTION> That Xovul ship's armor absorbs the initial hit, but can't hold up for more than a few seconds against an antimatter stream, and breaks apart as the stream obliterates a path through it.
(23:00:10) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses loudly, yelping as she finally takes down the Xovul surrounding her and sending a comm up to Atlantis :: CTO: Just warning you, but there's a LOT of Xovul down here. Could use some help! ::
(23:00:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: fights his canopy open and looks around the moonscape ::
(23:00:31) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: picks off a few of the Xovul surrounding Grey ::
(23:00:38) CaptHarper: CTO: Nice one, Major!
(23:00:45) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *TAC2* Acknowledged. I'd love to send you more help. :: checks for anything they can do to place more Marines on the surface ::
(23:00:49) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:50) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:51) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM