Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed May 8 20:58:36 2019 on CaptHarper@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)

(21:15:52) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:52) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:53) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:16:16) CaptHarper: :: at the helm in her silken bathrobe, fighting with the controls to keep their weapons on target ::
(21:16:56) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: buckled into her seat at a bridge medical console, monitoring life signs ::
(21:17:41) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::in a surgical suite, surprisingly not in her nightclothes, as she's not gone to bed; clad in surgical reds instead, having just completing a third.. or is that fourth.. surgery and prepping for the next::
(21:18:03) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: has just fought his canopy open and takes in the surroundings... and his dwindling air supply ::
(21:18:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: lies on her backless seat near the middle of the bridge, not wearing her uniform as is her usual off-duty look, looking from the viewscreen to her small command console ::
(21:18:27) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: trying to keep the Xovul fighters off of her as she hunts them, but the chaos of the dogfight is making that increasingly difficult ::
(21:19:47) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: knows that his crash drew the attention of the nearby landed transports, so he grabs the phaser and survival kit from the cockpit ::
(21:20:11) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks over as Tactical as Wolfe summons her. Rushing out of bed, he never got a chance to use the loo, and he rushes off for a bio emergency as she leaps to his station to take over ::
(21:20:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: buckled in at her station in her cute little pajama pants with the sheep on them, forcing herself to breathe and try to stay calm but incredibly worried about everyone in general and Navarro in particular ::
(21:20:39) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: checking her sensors constantly, looking for an opening. She knows from experience that while these fighters aren't big, there is room for another person behind the seat if they compress themselves. That is all she needs once she gets an opening, but an opening is proving elusive ::
(21:20:50) CaptHarper: XO: Kuari! That target! :: pings it as she sees an attack lane ::
(21:21:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: instantly recognizes what Wolfe was doing, and finds the target Harper's indicating on the tactical display. :: CO: On it!
(21:21:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: desperately trying to free herself from the main fighting to go and help cover Sehlat, with only limited success ::
(21:22:50) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: debates whether to move out, knowing he can't outrun anyone in his injured state ::
(21:23:47) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as she finishes taking down a unit of Xovul, moving to target another set cornering a set of marines, fingers drifting over the engagement ring at her collarbone, before taking them by surprise ::
(21:24:24) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde is managing to avoid an incredible amount of fire while trying to get her shields back up. Across the fleet, our shields deplete ever further, and slower than theirs. The light flicker as Atlantis rocks hand from another plasma torpedo volley.
(21:24:55) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: picks off another Xovul, then moves again to another position before he's discovered ::
(21:25:06) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::comes up for a brief breather in between surgeries and decides to check in:: *MED*: How's it going up there Doctor? How is the casualty situation at the colony?
(21:25:08) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: can already feel the bruising she's going to have from the harness biting into her skin ::
(21:25:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: ::grimaces, sending signal to the colony transporter to pull marines out of combat when their lifesigns get dangerously low. The colony clinic bustles with as much activity as sick bay. ::
(21:25:39) MED_LtJG_Acacia: *CMO*: Not pretty. We have people missing, too.
(21:26:32) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: spots an opening, but it closes faster than she can reach it, with more enemy fighters filling the gap. It was almost as if they were purposely trying to keep all of the fighters in the area, which was tactically sound, if frustrating at the moment ::
(21:26:56) CaptHarper: :: really glad she's buckled in, even though she had gotten fairly good at locking her legs around the seat in those dark days before seatbelts ::
(21:27:29) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: grabs edges of console, then continues trying to monitor the location of those on the planet and moon, and is trying to see if there is a way to beam Navarro onboard. so far- no luck ::
(21:28:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: efficiently depletes Atlantis' energy stored in the banks facing their targeted Xovul ship as Harper lines them up, launching torpedoes as they're available, attempting to ignore the bridge shuddering around them, but she can't help but dart her eyes to the shields readout ::
(21:28:21) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: decides to lay low and try to get his suit's comm system working ::
(21:29:10) CaptHarper: :: flip-turns the whole bloody Sovereign-class starship to keep on that target ::
(21:29:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: after all, the only sound in his suit being its low hum and his breathing is somewhat lonely... they could at least put music in these things ::
(21:31:09) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: is panting heavily as she finishes dealing with another large unit with other marines present :: Bridge: Xovul are lessening planetside... we're doing a mop-up.
(21:31:16) CaptHarper: ACTION> The rest of the fleet also focuses on the pinged target, and its shields drop to critical levels.
(21:31:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sends signals through Jude to transport some people with bad enough conditions to trip the sensors to sick bay, always keeping one eye on the marines on the ground. ::
(21:31:46) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *MED*: MIA? Is there anyone we can spare to look for them?
(21:32:34) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: gets some unexpected assistance from a pair of Kvolir drones that come in from her starboard and tries again to break free ::
(21:33:08) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Tries to focus on his console, to coordinate damage and repair teams; but his eyes go blearly, and slumps back in his chair, his hood concealing his pale face.::
(21:33:32) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::scrubbing in again for the next patient and has to grab onto something as the ship shudders again; patient's on restraining field to keep him from tumbling out of the surgical bed::
(21:33:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: swallows, tapping her badge and trying to speak quietly :: *CMO*: Six looked like phasers, just blinked out. Two MIA on the battlefield with no life sign for me. One missing that was supposed to be at the clinic.
(21:34:18) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: glances off to his flank while he's on the move, and is suddenly ambushed from the other side ::
(21:35:12) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes a moment as they have to bank away and weapons are recharging to look at the fleet. Her eye ridges furrow as the concentrated effort on their target puts their guests under heavy fire :: CO: We have a clear shot at Target B! It looks like they're taking interest in scaring away the Kvolir carrier.
(21:35:17) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *MED*: Bring it to Kuari's attention, she can get people mobilized to search for them. Keep focusing on the patients that you can get into triage.
(21:35:24) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: pops open a port in his suit's electronics bay and begins to fiddle ::
(21:35:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks at what energy they have left to harry Target B with ::
(21:36:04) CaptHarper: XO: I see it, bringing us about. :: spins the ship on the yaw axis and brings them in ::
(21:36:22) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::stands upright again as Atlantis stops shaking and gets herself into the surgical suite for another round::
(21:36:58) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods solemnly, sending a ping straight to Kuari's console with the two names and blink-out location of those whose lifesigns are missing somewhere on the battlefield. ::
(21:37:01) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: checks the sensors again, and starts to come up with a plan to buy someone an opening... ::
(21:37:19) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: nods to self and taps console, beaming people from various parts of the ship to sickbay ::
(21:37:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: focuses their phasers at the weakest part of B's shields she can hit as it comes into firing range ::
(21:37:37) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Opens his eyes, finding himself standing beside Neme at the Central Flame; overlooking a series of images.:: ~Neme~: Have you brought me here?
(21:37:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::sickbay is all a bustle, patients being triaged left and right::
(21:38:03) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: grabs a tool from the survival kit and bypasses a couple of connections that seems to have shorted out ::
(21:38:27) CaptHarper: ACTION> That target's shields fall! But, as we have learned, the Xovul vessels have an incredible amount of ablative armor.
(21:38:36) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: keeps her hands moving, the clinic colony sending her messages as well. Sensing she's tense, she keeps Tailor appraised. :: *CMO*/XO: Ah--clinic colony has Jameson. His transport was delayed. They're still missing Yokavich.
(21:38:59) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: Ends up in melee combat with a Xovul, wary of that knife they carry this time ::
(21:40:26) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: tries the comm and gets nothing, then looks up at the battle in frustration ::
(21:40:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: notes weapons on the port side are taking too long to recharge with an active engineer at their bridge station :: ENG: Ilaihr, power to port! :: looks up when there's no answer and sees him slumped in his chair ::
(21:41:19) CMO_Lt_Tailor: :: making the first incision:: *MED*: Good, keep on it. Tailor out. ::continues opening up the officer's abdominal cavity to suction out excess blood and prep for removal of the burst spleen::
(21:41:52) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: Your body is weakened. And we require your spirit here. ::Looks on at the images.:: My people prepare for battle, to retrieve any of your fallen.
(21:42:09) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, making judgements about when to snatch people out of battle with the cold hand of the transporter, gaining at least three grey hairs ::
(21:43:06) CaptHarper: :: looks back over her shoulder at Ilaihr :: MED: Doctor, see to Ilaihr!
(21:43:28) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: And we have not had time to prepare.
(21:43:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: finally takes out her last pesky pursuer and makes a break toward the moon :: *Sharks* Sehlat, Jester. I will try to cover you.
(21:43:55) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: growls under her breath, looking back down at her console and wishing Ilaihr had been taken off duty with his recent episodes and hears Harper call for help for her ::
(21:44:07) MED_LtJG_Acacia: ::looks up, startled. She sends an urgent message, one of the doctors in sick bay approaching a console to make the split-second decisions in her stead. She jumps up, grabbing her med kit and going to assess Ilaihr. ::
(21:44:44) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: checks her sensors once again and decides on which path to take :: *Sharks* Sharks, Sehlat. We need an opening to get to Zorro. I am sending coordinates. If we converge at that spot, with our allies to distract the rest of the enemy fighters, we will have a likely chance of creating an opening. Once that opening is made, the closest pilot will take it. :: Sends the coordinates and makes her way there, checking for Jester as well ::
(21:44:48) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks over at engineering :: Crap. XO: I've got it! :: runs over to the secondary engineering console, and taps it. She is a bit slower than usual, considering she is less familiar with engineering, but she still manages to increase power to port ::
(21:44:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: muses as she compensates for slower-charging weapons on the port side, thinking that was probably her job to replace Ilaihr ::
(21:45:15) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: worried for her friend, but pulls up the engineering interface on her console :: XO: I can try to control some of the power from here, but I'm no engineer!
(21:46:13) CaptHarper: :: satisfied that's handled, she quickly reassesses the battle, then decides on an attack course ::
(21:46:18) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: The Chorus has calculated we will suffer heavily losses.
(21:46:59) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: looks down at the coordinates, streaking toward them through the blackness as fast as Shinigami can carry her ::
(21:47:10) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: Ends up breaking the Xovul's neck, and as they slump to the ground, he looks up to see two more had been watching the battle ::
(21:47:29) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CSO: Just focus on which way we're turning and power the first weapons clusters that will be in range first.
(21:47:36) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: So all the images...
(21:47:42) TAC2_2LT_Grey: Bridge: Xovul are lessening planetside... we're remaining to mop up... is there any MIA you want us to look for?
(21:47:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::has by now removed the damaged organ and is busy transplanting a newly regrown one in its place::
(21:48:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: XO: O-okay, I'll give it my best... :: starts watching Kate and trying to anticipate Atlantis' moves, micromanaging the power ::
(21:48:30) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: Are of those who are about to give their lives, to defend your colonists. ::His giant head slumps.::
(21:48:39) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks up, brow furrowing :: CO: Captain, I think this is psychic.
(21:48:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: TAC2: Targets or wounded?
(21:49:02) CaptHarper: CSO: You can do it. You have Lt. Jude helping as well.
(21:49:39) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: shoots Jude a grateful look, less worried now that she has something to focus on ::
(21:49:57) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: glances at their weapons, makes a mental calculation, then dives over the nearby embankment ::
(21:50:06) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: mutters curse words to herself :: Self: I'm outta my damn mind. :: breathes and tries to remember her engineering classes, as she tries to increase power to the appropriate places ::
(21:50:33) TAC2_2LT_Grey: XO: Preferably wounded first, then targets.
(21:50:37) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: resumes trying to repair the comm system, eyeing his air supply and making a plan in his head to go get some of the Xovul's air if he has to ::
(21:50:40) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: blinks, completely caught off guard by that. She glances at Jude, seeing she's pretty busy, then closes her eyes, pressing her fingers to her temples and trying to reach out to Ilaihr. :: ~ENG: What are you doing?~
(21:50:47) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: And what of the tales? Of the powers of the Neme.
(21:50:59) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::focus, magnify and zoom to painstakingly stitch together the connecting blood vessels and nerves and tissue::
(21:51:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches as Jude or Wright manages to get power going, she's not sure who, but doesn't care. She manages to fire weapons near the end of firing window as they bank, looking at what should be in range next hoping the two are following ::
(21:51:38) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: brings his rife up as he's falling and shoots one of the Xovul ::
(21:52:05) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: The first possessed vast powers. I fear I do not have the same strength to protect my people.
(21:52:16) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis rocks from another plasma torpedo barrage, causing systems problems all over the ship. The shieldless Xovul though, is almost out of armor.
(21:52:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: TAC2/MED: Acacia, that's you. Grey needs wounded targets planetside, when you're available.
(21:52:34) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: falls over, totally throwing off her focus. ::
(21:53:06) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: puts her palms against the side of her face as she tries to make sense of the goobery gook, then taps the console, trying to keep up :: Self: Fuck!
(21:53:10) CaptHarper: ACTION> More injury reports begin to filter in to sickbay.
(21:53:28) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her consoel tightly as the ship shudders, attempting to keep an eye on her console. It sparks momentarily in her face, causing her to flinch away to protect her large, vulnerable eyes ::
(21:53:28) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: scrambles back to her feet, running over to her console and quickly tagging every lifesign of the marines that aren't at 100%, in order. ::
(21:54:06) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: waits for the last of the Sharks to arrive and starts firing at any enemy fighter in range, trying to distract them enough to create an opening for someone to take ::
(21:54:46) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: grips her chair to keep from falling again as the ship rocks, running back over to give Ilaihr a scan, seeing if it's safe to give him a stimulant. ::
(21:54:54) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::The pair watch on at the first surprise strikes on the Xovul.::~Neme~: They need to stay close to the trees.
(21:55:44) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: keeps cursing to herself, as she starts a diagnostic and continues to try to increase power to the appropriate areas ::
(21:55:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::lets out a frustrated curse, clicking off the protoplaser as the ship rocks so as not to fuse the wrong thing; but the restraining field and localised dampeners seem to be holding so far::
(21:56:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: immersed in cold rage, lays into all nearby targets with whatever firepower she has left to bring to bear ::
(21:56:30) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: acknowledges the tags, and immediately divides them up and sending marines out to find ::
(21:57:05) CaptHarper: XO: Kuari, time to finish that ship off! :: rolls the ship and brings the rest of the fleet to bear ::
(21:57:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sweat begins to trickle down her brow from the pressure of keeping up with the power modulation, and she swipes it away with her arm ::
(21:57:21) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: at the same time, she is trying to filter through injury reports and beaming people from within the ship to sickbay ::
(21:57:28) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::takes a deep breath and resumes with her delicate work once the ship stops wobbling::
(21:58:02) SCI_LtJG_Jude: Self: How the fuck does he do this?
(21:58:04) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: From analysing your mind, I believe me must use what was named; Guerilla tactics. We must stike like we would a prancing Velorn near the vales of the everfalling water. But retreat, like we have been chased off our prize.
(21:58:09) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks at incomprehensible scan results with a frown, rubbing the sweat from her brow and sliding down to sit on the floor. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus. ::
(21:58:16) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: raises an eyebrow as the second Xovul is set upon by a bear dropping from a tree ::
(22:00:13) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: unable to get a shot on the enemy, he watches the bear maul the hapless Xovul ::
(22:00:18) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: doesn't really know what to do, but she comes up with something to try. She takes every ounce of psychic sensitivity she has to try and just give her energy directly to Ilaihr, like offering herself as a psychic battery. ::
(22:00:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches the target approach, checking on available weapons and takes note that the fleet is sharing the same target ::
(22:00:42) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::spleen's attached and in place, despite the wobbling ship; begins closing up the patient while things are relatively still::
(22:01:33) CaptHarper: ACTION> The fleet converges on Target B... its armor fails, and its hull begins to take heavy damage.
(22:01:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: once the shieldless ship is in weapons range, she makes sure all torpedoes are charged before firing them all once their solution is confirmed on the Xovul ship's power core ::
(22:01:53) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: I believe your people are trying to awaken you.
(22:02:10) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: tries to breathe, before she s c r e a m s, still trying to do Ilaihr's job ::
(22:02:56) CaptHarper: ACTION> The torpedoes strike true, and the Xovul dreadnought breaks apart into large chunks before its power core explodes!
(22:03:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: shields her face with her arm as if that's going to help ::
(22:03:19) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees the explosion from the moon and really hopes that was one of theirs ::
(22:03:48) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: wonders what the hell is taking Wolfe so long in the loo, sparing no time to enjoy the fireworks as she takes another assessment of the enemy ships ::
(22:03:57) CaptHarper: XO: Good shooting, Commander! :: breaks off to reassess ::
(22:04:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: grips her pajama pants tightly, eyes clenched shut as she tries to focus. She expends her energy in a somewhat desperate bid to recharge her fellow officer. ::
(22:04:10) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the Sharks are distracting the enemy fighters perfectly... and there it is. The opening she needs. It's small, but there. The explosion of the enemy dreadnought only solidifies her decision to take it :: *Sharks* Sharks, Sehlat. I have found an opening. Remain here and cover each other and our allies. I will return with Zorro shortly. :: pours as much power as she can into engines and darts through the opening, zipping past the
(22:04:10) TAC_LCdr_TLira: enemy fighters and into open space ::
(22:04:26) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: Well, I believe I may be in a heap. Channelling all of that psionic energy, and sifting through raw memories, is more taxing on my body than it once was.
(22:04:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stretches her wide mouth back in a grin :: CO: I've still got it.
(22:05:00) CaptHarper: XO: That you do, Kuari, that you do. :: manages a grin despite the circumstances ::
(22:05:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: hears and rushes in to fill the gap, her lip curling up in a slight snarl as she takes on the enemies that try to chase after Sehlat ::
(22:05:15) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: is beginning to understand why Ilaihr is nuts ::
(22:05:54) CaptHarper: ACTION> The victory comes with a cost, though, as our attentions being so focused left openings. All of the allied vessels take heavy fire, with damage appropriate to their shield situation. Atlantis's system failures start to become noticable as our shields fall toward zero.
(22:06:25) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: makes another reconnection and tries his suit comm again :: *Sharks* Sharks, Zorro, do you read?
(22:07:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: perks up immediately :: Self: He's alive!
(22:07:08) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::glances up as the lights flicker and emergency power clicks on:: Self: Oh, hell..
(22:07:17) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: comms back to Acacia :: MED: We've found several injured, will you beam them to the clinic?
(22:07:22) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console :: Self: Motherfuckerrrrrrr
(22:07:29) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Shields failing!
(22:07:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tries not to think about how they all might die while diverting as much power as possible to shields ::
(22:07:54) CaptHarper: :: glances over at Lexy :: CSO: Any power to spare?
(22:08:22) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: cracks open an eye, discouraged that nothing is happening, and then is distracted by the comm. She curses quietly, standing back up and stumbling back to the console, dizzy :: *TAC2*: C-..comin' up.
(22:08:28) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde's luck has run out. Still shieldless, she's now taken heavy hull damage, but is somehow still fighting.
(22:08:32) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: <Neme> ENG: I informed your captain so, but you continue to push your body. You do not fear the repercussions.
(22:09:24) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: draws closer and closer to the moon and Zorro's location, checking her life support systems as she goes to ensure it will sustain two people for long enough to make it back to Atlantis ::
(22:09:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taps in the codewords she's developped with the colony transport operator, and the injured marines near Grey reappear in the colony clinic. ::
(22:09:37) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: trying to prevent systems from completely shutting down. is definitely going to visit sickbay for a round of anti-anxiety medications after this ::
(22:09:41) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: shakes her head :: CO: Not... not that I can find.
(22:10:04) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: One must live a life worth living... ::Smirks at the bear.:: ...my boy.
(22:10:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> *Sharks* Zorro! Good to hear you. Sehlat is on her way.
(22:10:19) CaptHarper: :: grimly sets her jaw and focuses on her piloting ::
(22:10:29) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *CSO*: Commander, we're down to auxiliary power in about half of sickbay. Can you do any rerouting?
(22:10:48) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: slumps slightly in her seat, suspecting it doesn't matter if she's *right* next to Ilaihr, and keeps trying to send him more juice. ::
(22:11:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *CMO* Sorry, Doctor, all available power is rerouted to shields!
(22:11:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Good to hear you too, Jester, and thank you Sehlat.
(22:11:47) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: grits her teeth, her brow twitching and her knuckles white from clutching the knees of her pants. She might be trying nothing, but dammit she's trying hard. ::
(22:11:52) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: moves away from the grim scene, first nodding his thanks to the bear, and goes to find another sniper nest ::
(22:12:24) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His image flickers.:: ~Neme~: That girl will tire herself out...
(22:12:48) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: belatedly realizes there's comm chatter, wonders how she missed that :: *Sharks* I am almost to your position, Zorro. It may be... an interesting trip back to Atlantis.
(22:13:01) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *CSO*: Understood. ::finishes stitching up the patient in half-light, giving a worried frown::
(22:13:11) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* That is an improvement on my current situation!
(22:13:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: does all she can as Harper's moves are noticeably evasive, and with good reason, but she's still being given targets and decides to be selective with what she fires on, as power is being diverted to shields in a struggle to keep them alive ::
(22:13:26) CaptHarper: ACTION> Surface guns placed by the Xovul transports begin to fire on Sehlat.
(22:13:48) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: loosing the last of her microtorps, laying waste to anyone that crosses her... for the moment, anyway ::
(22:14:56) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ~Neme~: You must believe in your abilities, and the strength of your people. Lure the Xovul to where they can be easily picked off. Stay ahead of them... ::Vanishes.::
(22:15:05) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: narrows her eyes and starts evasive maneuvers :: *Sharks* It may be a few minutes, Zorro. They appear to have placed anti-air artillery on the surface of the moon. It will be a short time before I can successfully make my way to the surface. :: spins the fighter and starts flying as if she has no idea where she is going, hoping to confuse either the operators of the artillery or the AI running it, depending on which the Xovul use ::
(22:15:50) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Opens his eyes.:: MED: Hello doctor... ::Sighs exhaustedly.::
(22:15:56) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Take your time, Sehlat. I am certainly not going anywhere. :: chuckles as his injuries twinge ::
(22:16:12) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: worried about the status of the Concorde :: CO: The Concorde is... in dire straits.
(22:16:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: has to unclench, letting out a breath. She grimaces, thinking she's failed just before Ilaihr speaks. She gives him the most baffled look. :: ENG: W-.. are you alright, commander?
(22:16:48) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps in sudden pain as her shoulder is hit by a half-dead Xovul's shot, bringing her pistol to bear, and shooting it through the eye, before moving off to find another MIA marine ::
(22:16:52) CaptHarper: :: frowns and looks over the fleet status ::
(22:16:56) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks over at Ilaihr and sighs, as she continues ::
(22:16:59) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: still tapping away at the engineering console ::
(22:18:17) CaptHarper: ACTION> As Harper directs some traffic to get the Concorde some shelter, the Galaxy-class separates its saucer, which shoots directly for a Xovul dreadnought.
(22:19:24) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: MED: My body is weak. I am... no more use. So tired. The bears are engaging... many will die.
(22:20:19) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks to Ilaihr :: ENG: Oh. Damn.
(22:20:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: quickly pulls up the science console interface and scans the saucer :: CO: No life signs on Concorde's saucer!
(22:20:48) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gets back up, approaching Ilaihr with her med kit once more. She wipes the sweat from her brow, trying not to visibly stumble as she walks. :: ENG: Do you need a stimulant? Are you going to sick bay?
(22:21:05) CaptHarper: CSO: They are sacrificing it.
(22:21:22) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods at Kate, having already surmised this ::
(22:21:23) CaptHarper: XO: Kuari, make sure that counts! All weapons on that dreadnought!
(22:21:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: notes the separation on the tactical display, hears Wright's words and looks up, focused on what it's doing :: Self: Brilliant...
(22:21:37) CaptHarper: :: dives into a rolling attack run on that Xovul ship ::
(22:21:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks down, now focused on making the most of it :: CO: Aye!
(22:22:20) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: MED: I gave them all the knowledge I could... to prepare them.
(22:22:26) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: she momentarily thinks of Amber Sun, before focusing back down on the engineering console and increasing power to the appropriate weapons ::
(22:23:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gives a single, slow nod to that, getting used to his strange style of speaking. She places a hand on his shoulder, hoping to offer comfort. :: ENG: We know. Thank you.
(22:23:07) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: tries to map out a way to the surface, but the artillery emplacements are placed so that they overlap, making it difficult... unless they're checking for her power signature... in which case a controlled free fall to the surface should buy enough time to get Zorro and get out... ::
(22:23:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sits back and scans himself with the medical tricorder in the survival kit, confirming his suspicions, then focuses it on the surroundings to see if he is being approached ::
(22:23:59) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: picks off a Xovul straggler ::
(22:24:00) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: her microtorpedoes gone, now finds herself in a slightly... different situation :: *Sharks* But hurry, Sehlat, I don't know how much longer we can manage up here!
(22:24:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CSO/SCI: Power to forward weapons!
(22:24:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: pushes whatever power she can to the forward weapons ::
(22:24:41) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps on console, doing so ::
(22:24:44) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees a few ground troops approaching his position, and readies his phaser, taking cover in the ruins of his cockpit ::
(22:25:01) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gives it all Atlantis has got, targeting a shared point on the Xovul ship in front of them, waiting until they're in effective range then letting loose ::
(22:25:09) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: My old bones. Withered by time. Failing me. I couldn't.... do more.
(22:25:25) CaptHarper: ACTION> The combined fire of the fleet drops that dreadnought's shields. Then...
(22:26:00) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: calculates the time it will take for the fighter to power back on, how fast she can get the fighter to the ground, and whether or not they are reading power signatures... this may be her only chance to retrieve Zorro, which mean she has to take it. With a glance at sensors and power readouts, she cuts power and sends the fighter into a free fall ::
(22:26:40) CaptHarper: ACTION> The leading edge of the Concorde's saucer makes contact at a decent speed, driving through the armor. The collision still seems to happen in slow-motion...
(22:26:58) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watches, unable to tear her eyes away ::
(22:27:09) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: seems baffled, looking up at the screen to see the carnage. ::
(22:27:13) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: she tries to breathe as her hands start shaking. she turns to look at the view screen, eyes wide ::
(22:27:48) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::scrubs out, finished for the time being; steps out of the surgical suite and glances at the chaos of incoming patients with an exhausted sigh::
(22:28:02) CaptHarper: :: can't watch since she's flying, but is seeing the effects on her console :: Finley, you magnificent bastard.
(22:28:09) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: can't help but watch as their weapons are expended and the Concorde's forward half plows into their target ::
(22:29:12) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde's saucer continues to bulldoze its way through the dreadnought's armor, and when the debris settles, there is a gaping hole in the Xovul ship's armor.
(22:29:16) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: watches the surface of the moon draw closer and waits, waits until the very last possible moment before she dares restart the engine ::
(22:30:22) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: has been waiting for her weapons to charge, which is slow, and knows she doesn't have to tell the fleet to fire on that hole in the ship ::
(22:30:40) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Zorro here. Be advised that I have inbound enemy soldiers.
(22:31:03) CaptHarper: :: doesn't have to tell Kuari to fire on that hole either, just making sure she has a good shot ::
(22:31:25) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gets the first full charge on phasers and melts some decks ::
(22:31:38) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: waits... waits just a moment more... and then restarts the engine, systems flaring to life milliseconds before she would have hit the surface :: *Sharks* Zorro, I have your location. I will be there momentarily.
(22:31:47) CaptHarper: ACTION> Surprised Xovul begin to exit their ship into space.
(22:32:57) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: *Sharks* Zorro acknowledges. :: still taking cover in the remains of his fighter ::
(22:33:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: I am sorry, señorita, that I never named you. But thank you for our dances, and I will give you a name in my memories.
(22:34:16) CaptHarper: ACTION> Weapons fire continues to enter the hole in the Xovul dreadnought, and it eventually succumbs, breaking apart.
(22:34:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Sehlat is attempting to rescue Zorro, but he's under fire from enemy combatants.
(22:34:37) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: affectionately pats the lifeless console, then looks skyward for his ride home ::
(22:34:54) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: leans back in chair and exhales ::
(22:35:07) CaptHarper: CSO: She can do it. She rescued me once. :: smirks ::
(22:35:29) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: draws closer to Zorro's location and can see the wreckage and the enemy soldiers. Fortunately, she still has weapons power, and so she opens fire, knowing full well that fighter phasers trump handheld phasers ::
(22:35:44) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: ... I remember.
(22:35:58) CaptHarper: ACTION> Sehlat's phaser fire deletes the three soldiers from this plane of existence.
(22:36:15) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: sees the phaser fire from the sky and laughs ::
(22:36:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: clambers out of the cockpit ::
(22:36:50) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: sets the fighter down as close as she can get to Zorro's position and opens the cockpit :: *Sharks* Zorro, I believe you are in need of transportation?
(22:36:55) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks back to Ilaihr, her expression betraying her confusion. She tests his eye response to see if he's even actually awake. :: ENG: Do you need to go to sick bay?
(22:37:01) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: makes his way toward the colony, finding no targets ::
(22:37:57) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: painfully makes his way across the moon's terrain to Sehlat's fighter :: *Sharks* Sí! You are a sight for sore eyes, Sehlat.
(22:38:27) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: breathes a sigh of relief, knowing their fleet's combined shields will take less fire now, but they're all close to being crippled themselves and they can't let their guard down ::
(22:38:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: alone in her cockpit, listening to the comm chatter, smiles. ::
(22:38:45) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: grimaces as he climbs up the side of the fighter and actually lets out a grunt of pain as he folds himself up behind her seat :: *Sharks* And sore... other things, as well.
(22:39:31) CaptHarper: :: replies to Lexy with a momentary soft look before focusing again on her display ::
(22:39:56) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: lifts an eyebrow :: *Sharks* This will be a short trip, providing the artillery chooses not to interfere. :: closes the cockpit and lifts off, checking the life support gauges as the fighter climbs back to space as fast as she can push it, already engaging evasive maneuvers ::
(22:40:07) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: muH Dev Hoch lutebjaj. ::Chuggles.: MED: Klingons, so melodramatic...
(22:40:21) CaptHarper: ACTION> As before, the victory is costly. Concorde's unshielded drive section loses engines and weapons.
(22:40:45) MED_LtJG_Acacia: ::bobs her head, smiling slightly:: ENG: They are. :: without thinking she taps her combadge, her voice echoing slightly. :: *SCI*/SCI: Transport Ilaihr to sick bay.
(22:40:47) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: softly :: CO: Though I did have a head injury at the time.
(22:40:56) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis is rocked again by torpedo fire. Systems damages become widespread, consoles start to explode, and the shields are left at 1%.
(22:41:27) MED_LtJG_Acacia: ::taps her badge a second time :: *CMO*: I'm sending you Ilaihr, he's got psionic exhaustion, I recommend fluid and neurotransmitters.
(22:41:41) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: braces herself with her arms at the last moment to keep from whanging her head on the console in a repeat performance of The Concussion ::
(22:41:51) CaptHarper: CSO: Do not get one this time!
(22:42:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde begins to launch escape pods.
(22:42:17) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks behind her :: MED: Right here. :: taps console, and watches Ilaihr as he is beamed out of the bridge ::
(22:42:19) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Grabs the doctor's hand.::
(22:42:26) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: has the wind a bit knocked out of her, but is okay :: CO: Concorde.. .is... launching.. escape pods.
(22:42:49) CaptHarper: CSO: Have the Sharks protect those pods at all costs!
(22:42:55) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: the artillery makes an attempt to halt her leaving the planet, but is not successful. That leaves a large window, providing she avoids the dogfight taking place still ::
(22:43:09) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *MED*: Got it.. ::wobbles with the rocking:: We'll take care of him.
(22:43:13) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks down at the disappearing touch with wide eyes, shaking her head and furrowing her brow. She clears her throat :: SCI: Er.. right.
(22:43:23) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: suddenly finds himself very tired and in a lot of pain, as the adrenaline fades with nothing for him to do ::
(22:43:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Sharks, Atlantis! Orders are to protect Concorde's escape pods at all costs!
(22:43:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: goes back to her console to check that everyone on the ship is accounted for, running life sign scans galore. ::
(22:44:06) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: hears the orders and the small smile fades from her face; she begins to try to disengage in order to go defend the pods ::
(22:44:54) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: breaks off from the dogfighting and aims for the escape pods ::
(22:46:46) CaptHarper: :: manages to ram a Xovul fighter with Atlantis's bow ::
(22:46:55) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::looks over as Ilaihr is beamed in, helping the old Aenar to a biobed:: ENG: Come on, let's get you taken care of.
(22:46:57) CaptHarper: :: guess who won that collision ::
(22:47:58) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: gets closer and closer to Atlantis with each second, already plotting the course to the launch bay ::
(22:48:18) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps engineering console, trying to keep shields and weapons up ::
(22:48:35) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde's drive section regains impulse power. One lifesign remains aboard, on the battle bridge, and there's a shuttlecraft that's launched empty nearby.
(22:48:45) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: buckles herself back in with shaking hands, taking in the information and synthesizing it :: *CMO*/XO: MIAs accounted for.
(22:48:48) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Resists.:: CMO: Nooooo.... nooooo. You must help the young, those with more years to live.
(22:49:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: passes on Concorde's status to the Bridge ::
(22:49:12) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CMO: I will... I will be fine... only taking up space.
(22:49:12) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: ends up back on the colony, keeping an eye out for any enemy targets, and still finds none ::
(22:49:33) CaptHarper: CSO: Put me through to the Concorde!
(22:49:49) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is focused on the last three Xovul ::
(22:49:54) CaptHarper: :: knows who that lifesign is ::
(22:50:00) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: pulls up an ops console interface on the side and patches it through ::
(22:50:32) CaptHarper: *Concorde* Finley, I see what you are planning. Get off that ship!
(22:51:14) CaptHarper: Finley> :: audio-only reply, that's full of static due to the Concorde's sorry state :: *CO* You're worried about me! I'm flattered, I truly am. But don't count me out just yet.
(22:51:48) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde powers her engines and starts forward toward a Xovul dreadnought. Its self-destruct activates, on mode one.
(22:51:57) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ENG: You're not just taking up space, you're part of our family. ::guides the old man to the biobed anyway::
(22:52:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: somehow managed to break free of the fighting, guards the Concorde's escape pods with her life ::
(22:52:07) CaptHarper: Finley> *CO* ... you might want to get the fleet clear of this, however.
(22:52:10) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks up at the viewscreen, her blood running cold. ::
(22:52:25) CaptHarper: ACTION> The escape pods begin to make their way down to the colony.
(22:53:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taps out messages to the colony clinic, and the colony transporter, letting them know of the incoming. ::
(22:53:19) CaptHarper: :: realizes what that means and whips her glance around to Lexy :: Fleetwide, all ships and fighters, get clear of that target!
(22:53:49) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CMO: My family... ::His voice trails off, as he stares off at phantoms in the distance, falling to the biobed as he is clearly no longer able to stand.::
(22:53:52) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: lands in the launch bay just in time, opening the cockpit and turning to help Zorro out ::
(22:54:08) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Fleetwide* ALL Federation vessels, all Federation vessels, get clear of Concorde
(22:54:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: 's target immediately!
(22:54:16) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: grunts and groans as he climbs down onto the blessed floor of Atlantis's assault bay ::
(22:54:52) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is focused on the Xovul, but is intently and grimly listening to the comm from the Concorde ::
(22:55:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: repeats the message for the Kvolir ::
(22:55:17) CaptHarper: :: banks Atlantis around and joins the rest of the fleet in backing TF away from what's about to happen ::
(22:55:36) CaptHarper: ACTION> The empty shuttle follows the Concorde, unnoticed in the din.
(22:55:48) SCI_LtJG_Jude: Self: Oh shit. Uhhh- :: stares at console :: Oh- :: increases power to shields, knowing something is probably going to go boom ::
(22:56:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: provides cover for the shieldless drive section of the Concorde, making sure it completes its dire mission ::
(22:56:23) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: looking around for where the fireworks will be while covering the descent of Concorde's pods ::
(22:56:27) CaptHarper: ACTION> The remaining Xovul pound the drive section, also seemingly understanding what's coming, but it plows forward.
(22:56:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: glances back at Jude :: SCI/CSO: Zorro's in the fighter bay, can you transport him to sick bay as well?
(22:56:58) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console to beam him :: MED: Aye. Already done.
(22:56:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: meets T'Lira's eyes :: TAC: Thank you, Commander T'Lira. I owe you my life.
(22:57:10) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods :: *CMO*: Zorro incoming.
(22:57:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods at Jude in gratitude ::
(22:57:43) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: an eyebrow goes up :: NAV: If you were under the impression I would leave a Shark behind, regardless of the circumstances, I must dissuade you of that particular notion.
(22:57:56) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CMO: Care for them. ::Blinks his eyes, before laying back and losing consciousness.::
(22:58:20) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: smiles :: TAC: I never had any doubts. :: shimmers away to sickbay ::
(22:58:29) CaptHarper: ACTION> The drive section begins to plow into the Xovul dreadnought.
(22:58:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ENG: Ilaihr..? ::punches in a complete scan and gets fluids and meds started::
(22:58:49) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taps her badge again :: TAC: How are you?
(22:58:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> The lifesign transports to the trailing shuttlecraft, which warps away.
(22:59:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: glancing up at the viewscreen while managing power ::
(22:59:08) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: watches the view screen ::
(22:59:34) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Concorde's auto-destruct sequence completes on mode one, allowing the antimatter to breach containment and trigger the obliteration. After the massive blast, the Concorde and dreadnought are simply gone.
(23:00:14) CaptHarper: CSO: Did he get away? :: quietly ::
(23:00:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sighs again, taking a moment to reasses what is left, a lot of pressure put on her to keep the entire ship, and fleet safe ::
(23:00:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: blinks, her mouth hanging open, then shuts it and looks down at local scan logs :: CO: I show a Federation shuttlecraft departing at warp a few moments ago.
(23:00:58) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:59) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:59) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM