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(21:15:19) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:19) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:20) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:51) CaptHarper: :: at the helm in her silken bathrobe, the coffee from the start of the battle not really helping anymore, as adrenaline has taken over ::
(21:16:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: has appeared in sickbay after being beamed there ::
(21:16:47) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: overseeing some quick repairs to her fighter, aiding the technicians in recalibrating the shields and recharging the weapons ::
(21:16:49) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::in sickbay, worriedly running scans on a passed out Ilaihr::
(21:17:32) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits at her console on the bridge, directing the efforts as nurses scurry around the ship collecting those not injured enough to be transported. She's still keeping a close eye on the marines and the colony clinic as well. ::
(21:17:34) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: rejoins the Bridge and takes over Tactical 2, leaving Kuari where she is, as she's doing a bang-up job ::
(21:17:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis rocks from another square hit from a plasma torpedo. Our shields are almost gone, again.
(21:18:15) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: has made his way back to the colony, finding no enemies ::
(21:18:47) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: focusing on breathing deeply in an attempt to quell the panic that rises in her throat every time the ship takes fire ::
(21:18:55) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stands at Tactical and sees Wolfe return :: CTO: You got this, Wolfe?
(21:19:06) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: looks around and hauls himself up onto an empty biobed to wait for a doctor ::
(21:19:26) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::rocks, holding onto a console; hoping sickbay's internal inertial dampening system holds out long enough not to tumble all of her patients to the floor::
(21:19:40) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: neatly pulls her pistol out and shoots a lurking Xovul straight in its' eye, one-shot kill, before scampering back to the colony ::
(21:19:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: as the ship shakes, he half wonders if he should get back into a fighter instead ::
(21:20:14) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Just lays in the sickbay bed unconscious; his skin paling, and his lifesigns weak.::
(21:20:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: XO: Aye, Commander. Ready to take over. :: steps up to TAC1 next to Kuari :: XO: My console.
(21:21:03) CaptHarper: :: yells back at TAC :: Whoever is back there, target!
(21:21:18) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: closes her eyes, taking a few slow, deep breaths, then quickly jumps back into typing on her console. ::
(21:21:41) CaptHarper: :: brings the ship about on one of the two dreadnoughts ::
(21:22:28) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: pulls off his flightsuit while he waits, it being a bit warm ::
(21:23:38) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: comes to a quiet halt next to Syvek, breathing heavily as her attention flits to the sky above them. :: Syvek: How you doing?
(21:24:15) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::looks over and sees Navarro beamed in, watches as a nurse shows him to a biobed and gets his vitals:: ENG: Just, hang in there..
(21:24:30) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: checks that repairs are as done as they can be, thanks the techs, and climbs back in, heading out for round two, finding the first enemy fighter she can spot and opening fire ::
(21:24:43) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CTO: Your console. :: backs away, knowing Wolfe's got it and bounds back to her station, eager to catch up on the fleet and the state of the ship ::
(21:25:08) CaptHarper: Syvek> TAC2: I am well, for having fought a battle today. :: inclines his chin a tiny bit :: And you, lieutenant?
(21:25:11) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::ups the dose of stabilising meds by a few percentage points to try to get Ilaihr's vitals back on track::
(21:25:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Concorde's escape pods have made it to the surface, Captain.
(21:25:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: had his bearings from his time at TAC2, a position he doesn't see often... and had the computer calculating the best firing solutions. When the right opening clears itself, the big red FIRE button pops up and he hammers it. ::
(21:26:10) CaptHarper: CSO: That, at least, is a relief.
(21:26:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: has rejoined the battle, minus her microtorpedoes, now that the escape pods are safe for the time being ::
(21:27:27) CaptHarper: ACTION> A coordinated volley from the four allied ships slams into the dreadnought's shields. The two remaining Xovul are still in decent shape, however, since most of the fire was focused on their dead fleetmates.
(21:28:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> Two fresh Xovul dreadnoughts enter the fray, exiting warp and launching dropships!
(21:28:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The Xovul reinforcements have arrived! :: anxiety making her voice shrill ::
(21:28:36) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: shrugs slightly :: Syvek: That's good to hear. I'm doing well... AW SHIT! :: spots the dropships coming their way ::
(21:29:41) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taps at her console, glancing up briefly :: CO: The colony clinic has secured.. a dozen of the survivors from the Concord, they're still counting.
(21:29:49) CaptHarper: Syvek> TAC2: It would seem our rest must be cut short. Defend the colonists at all costs.
(21:30:22) CaptHarper: MED: Good news, thank you. Send word down there for any security forces from Concorde to aid in the colony defense.
(21:30:51) CaptHarper: :: frowns as the reinforcements call is made, the odds being "even" again ::
(21:30:55) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods rapidly, her typing never slowing. She's uplinking lifesign data, pinging the colony transporter with more data, trying to get the people counted as fast as possible. ::
(21:32:08) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: growls under her breath at the enemy reinforcements, then reassesses their force against theirs at her console ::
(21:33:05) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: deploys of a couple of Concorde security offcers to defensive positions ::
(21:33:37) TAC2_2LT_Grey: Syvek: Indeed. :: darting off to warn the counselor, and soon returning with a refilled pistol and rifle, followed by a few marines and leading them into the woods to try and trap the Xovul ::
(21:34:00) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: vanishes into the trees to become a sniper again ::
(21:34:20) CaptHarper: ACTION> Concorde's shuttle warps back in, and makes for the planet's surface.
(21:34:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends plans to the other Federation vessels to target the weakest of the two original ships. They have a good idea how to make these Xovul craft sit beside themselves, so he tasks all the tactical officers to concentrate on the one spot he knows they can wear things down. He begins preparing the antimatter cannon for the next attack ::
(21:35:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Concorde's shuttle has returned and is heading for the surface.
(21:36:00) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sighs with relief, her eyes darting back and forth over the names and numbers ::
(21:36:08) CaptHarper: CSO: Captain Finley was not about to abandon his crew. Have the Sharks make sure he gets there.
(21:37:52) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Sharks* Sharks, Atlantis. Your orders are to protect Concorde's shuttle currently heading for the surface.
(21:39:04) CaptHarper: ACTION> The four Xovul vessels focus fire on Atlantis! A coordinated volley of plasma torpedos hits and depletes our shields. The ship rocks, consoles explode, lights dim, and systems are interfered with.
(21:39:09) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: listens in on Wright's comm and arches her neck towards the viewscreen, bidding the Sharks safe journey and a successful mission ::
(21:39:09) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: listens to the message from Atlantis, checking sensors for the shuttle :: *CSO* Sharks copy. Moving into formation around the Concorde shuttle. :: changes course and heads fir the shuttle ::
(21:39:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: holds on to the biobed ::
(21:39:52) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: moves quickly through the forest, and approaches a dropship, entering into concealment ::
(21:39:57) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: looks at Atlantis with concerns, then breaks away to join the formation around the shuttle ::
(21:40:00) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: flexes her chair to the limit it can swing backwards as she flinches, throwing her arms over her face to deflect the sparks from the console ::
(21:40:08) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Seems to vibrate on the bed, before suddenly and violently starting to convulse.::
(21:40:18) CaptHarper: CaptFinley> *Sharks* Thanks for the escort!
(21:40:58) CaptHarper: :: involuntarily flinches away from the sparking helm :: XO: Damage report!
(21:41:03) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is interrupted in her well wishes by the ship rocking hard and at first it's all she can do to hold on to her seat with all seven limbs, and after a few moments she dares to read the status of the ship as her console shakes in her vision ::
(21:41:12) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stays on target ::
(21:41:32) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::tries to get Ilaihr to a point where he can be monitored by a nurse for a few minutes while she sees to Navarro... and then an alarm starts beeping on his console:: Self: Ohh shit. ::grabs a cortical monitor and slaps it on Ilaihr's forehead, and upping the meds again:: ENG: C'mon, Ilaihr.. stay with us..
(21:41:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: using all of her willpower to will herself not to cry ::
(21:42:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: yells effectively over the noise :: CO: Shields down! Damage... :: can't see the decks straight as inertial dampeners fail :: ...multiple decks!
(21:42:38) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: shakes sparks off of her uniform, smacking her console to get it to work again. The half that's still working stops flickering, so she quickly adjusts the view. She now has to watch the marines and the fighters from the Concord for battle wounds. ::
(21:43:05) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: is concerned for the Atlantis, but will see this shuttle to the surface as ordered ::
(21:43:33) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: curses, smacking her console again. She jumps up, stepping over to the next one to pull back up the on-ship monitors, trying to stay focused on the names and numbers flitting by. ::
(21:44:00) CaptHarper: Bridge: Is everyone alright?
(21:44:37) CaptHarper: :: breaks off from the lead role in the attacking, letting the Sovereign fill in ::
(21:44:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: doesn't answer because he's busy right now ::
(21:45:12) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: perks an ear to the Captain, listening for any 'yes'es ::
(21:45:26) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: doesn't answer beyond a nod - in this brief moment, she doesn't trust herself not to cry, because she's absolutely terrified ::
(21:45:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: or 'no's rather ::
(21:45:37) CaptHarper: :: flicks an ember out of her hair ::
(21:45:41) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Good here! :: looks around at the bridge crew ::
(21:46:14) CaptHarper: CaptFinley> :: enters Trondheim's atmosphere and makes for the colony ::
(21:46:55) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps as she's shot by a xovul, growling at aiming at their eye again to do another one-shot kill before vanishing back to the colony ::
(21:48:03) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: twinges, glancing briefly at Wright before her attention snaps back. She quickly taps away at the console, marines and survivors on the ground fizzling into transporter-dust before Xovul can land killing blows. She swallows, realizing... she's also terrified. ::
(21:48:05) CaptHarper: :: sees that nod and knows Lexy is terrified, and she wishes she could comfort her wife, but needs both hands to drive, trying to shelter behind the ships with shields ::
(21:48:05) LtCmdr_Quinn: :: In main engineering, fighting as always with that instinctice lefotver instinct from being just "one of the guys", to flee all the heat and chaos and voices from every side, and just take a direct hand in fixing something. Fortunately, he's not new to this job anymore, and he's had lots of practice. Instead, he consults the scrolling data one
(21:48:06) LtCmdr_Quinn: more time, and comms the damage control chief on deck 9. ::
(21:48:49) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::hits the button for the cortial stimulator, trying to calm Ilaihr's convulsions::
(21:48:51) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: waits for the Xovul forces to advance past him, then picks off two before they realize what's happening ::
(21:48:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: internally scolding herself :: Self: You are a damn Starfleet officer, what the hell are you doing, falling apart on the Bridge during a battle, even though this is so much like the last time and you almost died then and Kate almost died and... STOP IT! This is not helping!
(21:49:12) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: waits patiently, knowing that his injuries, while painful, are not life-threatening ::
(21:49:16) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes the most of the current pass, and notices something about the target zone on the target ship... something strange... :: CO: Captain, we're usually approaching from 235.315. This time, can we follow this trajectory? I want to try something. :: puts a flight path on the main viewscreen ::
(21:49:54) CaptHarper: :: looks up at the viewer :: CTO: That is a risky move with no shields, Major. What are you thinking?
(21:50:23) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: finally catches a breath, and spins around, going over to Wright. She would grab Wright's arm, and try to make eye contact, hoping to ground her, despite sharing her rising panic. ::
(21:50:38) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks an ear towards Wolfe, then Harper, and looks at both of them with interest ::
(21:50:59) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Lt Whaley* Whaley, this is the chief! Stress analysis is showing critical strain on the outer hull in section 5, junction B and C! Grab your breathing equipment, and go reinforce that like your dad's coming home, and you're trying to hide the evidence of what you did to his air car!
(21:51:12) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: I think that if we hit them from the angle that vector puts us on, we might have a weaker target to hit. Discovery and the Kvolir are happy to give us cover on that run.
(21:51:38) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Further, if I'm right, it'll simplify this battle for us.
(21:52:02) CaptHarper: CTO: Alright. CSO: Get us some cover from our allies.
(21:52:08) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::eyeballs Ilaihr's vitals again.. brain patterns are still off the charts::
(21:52:33) CaptHarper: CaptFinley> :: Strafes the Xovul with the shuttle's phasers as he flies over ::
(21:52:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks up at Acacia in surprise when she touches her arm, a single tear escaping and making its way down her cheek... she can see that the doctor is scared as well. It makes her feel less alone. She swipes the tear away and mouths "thank you" before rushing to comply with the Captain's orders ::
(21:52:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends the vector and the plan to his counterparts on the other three allied ships ::
(21:53:34) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gives her that intense look for a moment, then offers a small smile for what comfort it's worth. She releases Wright's arm just as quickly, scurrying back to her own station and rapidly typing to catch up. ::
(21:53:51) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::grabs another med from the cart to stabilise the runaway neurotransmitters, pinches the hypo to the Aenar's neck::
(21:53:52) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Harper* Engineering to bridge! I'm guessing you're about to tell me you can get us somewhere nice and calm while I put those shields back together?
(21:54:06) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods at the plan and makes sure all allies are in on the plan and respond accordingly ::
(21:54:08) CaptHarper: *Quinn* Oh, definitely, Commander! Next stop Risa!
(21:54:31) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Harper* ::Sighs:: Right. Give me a minute.
(21:54:38) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::and an anticonvulsory while she's at it... ::
(21:55:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Our allies are ready to cover us, Captain. :: her voice is a bit shaky, but clear ::
(21:55:08) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: takes mutliple one-hit shots, perched in a tree on the edge of a hill, eyes fixed as she took down one Xovul after another
(21:55:40) CaptHarper: :: really, really wishes Risa was the next stop :: CSO: Understood. CTO: Here we go! :: shoots Atlantis off on the indicated attack trajectory ::
(21:56:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: puts her hope into their next moves, but makes sure she keeps her focus on her tasks and does her part in coordination ::
(21:57:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: her hands are trembling on the console, but she's determined to do her job ::
(21:57:40) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Continues to convulse, but less violently than before.::
(21:58:27) CaptHarper: :: glad that Acacia came over to help where she could not ::
(21:58:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: waits for the ship to align and finds the hole created between the other two ships. It looks a lot like a(n American) Football play. :: CO: I've factored in a drift variance of 0.5%, and we can still make our target.
(21:59:30) CaptHarper: CTO: The opening is coming up!
(21:59:36) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ENG: Better.. you're starting to come back. Self: Scopalamine seems to be doing it..
(21:59:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: begins firing on the - hopefully - optimized target, and the other two vessels join in. ::
(22:00:06) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Harper's flying and waits for Wolfe's fire, waiting and hoping ::
(22:00:25) CaptHarper: ACTION> The allied ships join in the attack, and the Xovul ship's shields fall!
(22:00:45) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as she's detected, and jumps out of the tree neatly, rolling and scampering off into the woods, staying on their trail ::
(22:00:58) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: has to move quickly as they converge on his position ::
(22:01:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes a deep breath for her own sake, life signs on her screen ranging from high to low. She holds off on reporting anything while the colony clinic and sick bay are both completely overrun. ::
(22:01:10) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::adjusts the botulinum dose one more time::
(22:01:27) CMO_Lt_Tailor: Self: One more percentage point...
(22:01:40) LtCmdr_Quinn: :: Mutters a curse and goes back to his diagrams. As usual, while getting shot at is obviously always a drain, the problem is NOT that there's no power for the shields. The big fucking warp core on the ship not currently hurtling through the cosmos at FTL speeds ensures that. Rather, it's a matter of the need for circuitry to carry that power, a
(22:01:40) LtCmdr_Quinn: nd when you push said circuitry to its breaking doing for an extended period of time, it tends to, well...break. That means replacing burned out relays, and if time is a factor, looking for bypasses. ::
(22:01:49) LtCmdr_Quinn: Captain SOUNDED like she was in kind of a hurry...
(22:03:04) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sighs with relief, though quietly, as head counts start coming in that are more promising than she had assumed. ::
(22:03:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks helplessly at the engineering interface that's taking up half of her console, not sure what she can do, hoping that Quinn can work a miracle ::
(22:03:47) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: ties off the injury to her arm, before she resumes her one-shot trigger and kills of the Xovul, tracking them through the trees and undergrowth ::
(22:03:54) CaptHarper: ACTION> The coordination comes with a cost, though, and a lucky shot gets by the cover provided by their allies. Among other problems, an unoccopied console on the side of the bridge explodes spectacularly.
(22:03:58) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is able to see the target on the viewer now, and can see the extra damage to what should be the shield system based on their current angle of attack. :: CO: Perfect, Captain. Keep this course until it's a tight game of chicken with all our lives, please.
(22:04:14) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::The shuddering of his unconscious body finally begins to subside, although his heart rate becomes irregular.::
(22:04:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: really, deeply hates Wolfe for saying that ::
(22:04:42) CaptHarper: CTO: Are you sure, Major! All: Is anyone hurt?
(22:04:45) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Engineers* Everyone, this is Quinn. Saying all this is going to take awhile, so I'm just going to draw you a picture of what I want. Check your displays. You'll know your parts to play. And don't worry about cleaning up the burned out stuff you yank out for right now. I will take full responsibility if someone trips on it. Go, go go!
(22:05:07) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: glances around reflexively after the explosion, wondering the same as the Captain ::
(22:05:07) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Positive, Captain. If I'm right, there'll be no need to turn.
(22:05:35) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is worrying over the state of the ship, watching the damage and weighing it against going further ::
(22:05:40) CaptHarper: :: wrinkles her nose at the ozone and smoke :: CTO: Alright... :: holds the course ::
(22:06:15) CaptHarper: CaptFinley> :: lands the shuttle at the colony and gets out to find his crew ::
(22:06:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees that the Xovul shields have fallen, and signals the other two ships to break off. He unleashes the antimatter cannon. :: CO: Antimatter cannon engaged, captain.
(22:07:11) CaptHarper: ACTION> The cannon tears through the Xovul armor and hull, leaving a gaping hole.
(22:08:05) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches ::
(22:08:09) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: See? I love that thing :: notes the stars he can see through the hole in the Xovul dreadnaught. ::
(22:08:19) CaptHarper: CTO: Finish them already!
(22:08:43) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends quantum torpedoes, along with the other allied ships, to finish off the remains ::
(22:08:46) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: grits her teeth ::
(22:08:47) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: neatly finishes taking down another group, and heads off to the colony to refill her ammo ::
(22:09:32) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::works to get the old Andorian's arrythmia under control:: Nurse: Keep the crash cart nearby.
(22:10:11) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis flies through the edge of the explosion of the rapidly disassembling Xovul ship.
(22:11:00) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Mumbles, as his eyes flicker.:: Self: Kessel... Kessel... I'm feel tired. ::Looks straight at Tailor.:: W..w...where is Solir. ::His eyes close again.::
(22:11:10) LtCmdr_Quinn: ACTION> By some sheer stroke of luck and dramatic timing, Atlantis is protected from the worst of the explosion as shields come back to life at the last moment.
(22:12:18) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a moment to research how the rest of their playmates are doing, and calculates the same vector for them. :: CO: Captain, if we can do that again, we might be able to end this in a more agreeable fashion. But we're going to need to run a blitz every time, in formation, the others giving us complete cover... or we won't survive the next game of Chicken. :: is unaware of Wright's feelings about that name ::
(22:12:48) CaptHarper: :: was rolling the ship to try to present their most-armored bit of hull to the explosion when the shields came back :: Thank you engineers...
(22:13:52) CaptHarper: CTO: It may be our only hope. Nice shooting.
(22:14:05) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::has to grab onto a bulkhead as the ship shudders again:: ENG: You're talking.. That's an improvement.. ::keeps up with trying to stabilise his vitals.. really doesn't want to have to contact the old Aenar's next of kin today::
(22:14:10) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grins in delight at their luck, despite the circumstances ::
(22:14:19) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: And that's why I suggest it. Because I don't think we can take another ten minutes... or another one of their friends showing up.
(22:14:20) LtCmdr_Quinn: Rak'nar>:: As Syvek rushes to vacate his last firing position, he finds a hulking Xovul intercepting with weapon drawn...until a black clad soldier with the three pronged heart of virtue painted on the side of his helmet appears behind him, slashing the back of the creature's legs with a bat'leth, then spinning to gain momentum and taking its head as it falls. ::
(22:15:09) CaptHarper: ACTION> The reprieve is short-lived. Another volley of plasma torpedoes and disruptors tear into the allied vessels. The Discovery finally loses shields, tank that she's been, and Atlantis rocks unmercifully under the assault that causes systems failures and explosions.
(22:15:27) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: arches an eyebrow ::
(22:16:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: bites her lip to quell the panic again, then when the ship stops rocking :: CO: Discovery's shields are down!
(22:16:22) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: shudders with the ship and her smile vanishes, reassessing ::
(22:16:39) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: grins neatly, and takes down a set of Xovul via eye shots, before darting off again ::
(22:16:58) CaptHarper: :: inhales sharply as a less-useful display on the corner of the helm explodes, burning the side of her left arm ::
(22:17:15) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::clings to the same bulkhead as she snaps on the restraining field around her patient:: Self: Argh, Stop rocking the friggin ship!
(22:17:15) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: sees Discovery’s shields go down and diverts, trying to help keep some of the enemy fighters off of the other ship until they can either retreat or regain shielfd ::
(22:17:40) CaptHarper: CSO: Get them some cover behind Sovereign or the Kvolir!
(22:18:18) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: brings up vectors for the weakest remaining ship. The vector is on the oppositie side from where they currently are :: CO: We need to get to the other side of that ship. I suggest we make it look like we're making an attack run from our current angle and come back around at it. We should be able to get in perfectly.
(22:18:30) CaptHarper: Syvek> Ah, Lieutenant Rak'nar. Thank you.
(22:18:57) LtCmdr_Quinn: Rak'nar> ::Presses the button on the side of his head to render his face plate transparent, revealing a toothy grin:: Syvek: I don't imagine there's any logic in fun. More's the pity.
(22:19:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes a moment to steady her voice, then gets to work coordinating cover for the beleaguered Discovery ::
(22:19:27) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Is barely aware of the battle raging on beyond sickbay.:: CMO: I'm frightened my old friend. ::Sighs, in his fit of delerium.:: I dont think I have long left. I dont remember....
(22:20:45) CaptHarper: Syvek> It is simply our duty. But it is not illogical to find satisfaction—:: raises his rifle and picks off a Xovul ::—in a job well-done.
(22:21:26) CaptHarper: :: pats at her singed robe and arm as her hand gets a free moment ::
(22:21:42) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Wolfe* Tactical, this is engineering. You may have noticed, you have shields. Try to keep them angled toward the action. We're working as fast as you can to get you more power, but plasma torpedoes work faster than we do, so we need all the help we can.
(22:22:06) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: nimbly joins Syvek and Rak'nar, dropping from the trees with her rifle held :: Syvek: You okay?
(22:22:24) CaptHarper: Syvek> TAC2: Quite. Thank you, lieutenant.
(22:22:47) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Self: Well done, Quinn.
(22:23:36) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: smiles, wiping Xovul blood off her face neatly :: Syvek/Rak'nar: If you want to take down a Xovul fast, aim for the eye. That's what I've been doing, left a trail of dead Xovul :: cackles quietly ::
(22:24:38) LtCmdr_Quinn: Rak'nar> :: Draws his disruptor and nails a Xovul rushing around the corner, right in what would be termed the kisser if the ugly son of a bitch had lips. :: Ah, fresh air. Savor this moment, friends, before the time comes to rot below decks once more.
(22:24:40) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *Quinn* Aye. Any chance you can move the coverage a little bit to starboard? We're getting ready for an intense attack run.
(22:25:18) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: grins and immediately scales the nearest tree, rifle unleashing a shot to neatly take down a Xovul right in the eye ::
(22:25:24) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Wolfe* Yes, of course you are.
(22:25:30) CaptHarper: Syvek> Enthusiam for one's work does increase its effectiveness. :: picks off another Xovul with his rifle ::
(22:25:45) LtCmdr_Quinn: *Wolfe* Sure, Major. I'll assume direct shield control from down here.
(22:25:47) CaptHarper: ACTION> Two Federation ships appear in the system, having exited slipstream. They are the Sovereign-class USS Challenger and Galaxy-class USS Columbia, and they warp toward the battle.
(22:26:36) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ENG: ::pats the old man's hand to comfort him, not sure who he thinks he is speaking to, watching his vitals as the cocktail of meds keep him from deteriorating further for the time being:: ENG: It's going to be ok.
(22:26:52) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: We have friends. And I mean actual friends. I think we can get this done.
(22:26:57) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: the three continue to take down Xovul neatly, with Grey's eye-shots taking down each Xovul she aimed for ::
(22:26:59) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes little moments to take those deep breaths, her hands almost never stopping as she keeps the list in check. ::
(22:27:04) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sends the current tactic to Challenger and Columbia. ::
(22:27:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The Challenger and Columbia have exited slipstream and are headed our way. :: a little hope in her tone ::
(22:27:56) CaptHarper: :: sees the new friendlies on her display :: CSO/CTO: The odds are in our favor again!
(22:27:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down as the engineering interface on her console locks out ::
(22:28:09) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks up at the good news and reassesses yet again, taking into account their arrival time ::
(22:28:18) LtCmdr_Quinn: Rak'nar> ::Grunts and nods, his fierce grin fading a bit as he considers the situation.:: As does sober consideration of your assets and liabilities. Continue your work. I will shadow you, and cut them down as they attempt to overwhelm you. Glory enough to go around, yes?
(22:28:53) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: nods :: Of course. :: moves off to find his next sniper nest ::
(22:28:56) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: another Xovul targets Grey, only to be taken down with a neat one-shot kill as she bobs her head :: Rak'nar: Sure, sure.
(22:29:11) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: stays in the trees, moving after them to continue tracking the Xovul
(22:30:14) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Challenger and Columbia arrive on the scene!
(22:31:29) CaptHarper: CTO: We are forming up with the fresh arrivals, leaving the Sovereign and Kvolir to cover Discovery.
(22:32:30) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: despite the addition of their allies to the fight, she attempts to task herself on watching their ship's status, but it's much more satisfying to watch the fully-shielded ships fire on the Xovul, and it's a struggle ::
(22:32:45) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: finds a nice place to hide himself and lines up a long shot, vaporizing the Kvolir's head ::
(22:32:51) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Excellent. I've sent them our battle plans, so when they're ready, let's go. :: puts vectors to follow on the viewscreen that will take them past their target and bring them back around to a run on its shield emitter from the optimal angle. ::
(22:33:20) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: glances up, tossing her bit of good news in. :: CO: They have people in battle still, but the Concord crew were all accounted for at last pass.
(22:33:25) CaptHarper: :: brings Atlantis in formation with Challenger and Columbia, and they start their attack run on the weakest Xovul dreadnought, one of the originals on the scene ::
(22:34:29) CaptHarper: MED: Thank you for the good news, Doctor. It is always welcome! :: as she flies the attack course, the burn on her forearm becomes quite annoying ::
(22:35:01) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees the hole beginning to open on the dreadnaught's shields, but interestingly it's only a hole in otherwise perfect sphere. Still, a hole in the shields means the antimatter cannon will work, and he spools it up ::
(22:35:16) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Reaches out to grab the doctor's hand.:: CMO: It was fun. ::He goes limp, and loses consciousness again.::
(22:35:18) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: curses as an Xovul claw sweeps her arm, and immediately sends a shot into their eye ::
(22:35:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Just so you know, Captain, we're going to need to refresh our antimatter reserves once we're done here.
(22:36:04) CaptHarper: CTO: We will burn that fridge when we come to it!
(22:36:08) LtCmdr_Quinn: :: Multi-tasking now, keeping the defllectors angled toward the enemy to minimize the drain while the power reserves build back up, and issuing orders for the ongoing repairs as well. Fortunately, he's had a ton of practice at that as well. ::
(22:36:19) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: snickers to herself at Wolfe's timing, thinking that the least of their worries ::
(22:37:10) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: takes another long shot, and scratches another target ::
(22:37:48) CaptHarper: :: keeps Atlantis on course with Challenger and Columbia ::
(22:38:21) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: yelps and curses as a Xovul pins her, snarling as she lashes up a foot into its' jewelsack
(22:38:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is finally close enough, and signals the Remembrance Fleet to break off. Then, he releases the antimatter into the hole in the Xovul shields ::
(22:38:49) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: using the time granted, she slithers away to shoot a shot into its' eye ::
(22:38:50) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::just sits there for a minute or two with Ilaihr's hand in hers, watching and adjusting meds; vitals not dipping significantly for now, letting the old man rest ::
(22:39:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> The antimatter cannon tears into the dreadnought, leaving yet another gaping hole!
(22:39:50) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes advantage of the dreadnought's fallen shields and being a husk of a ship, and finishes it with quantums in well-placed patterns. ::
(22:40:33) CaptHarper: ACTION> The dreadnought is not done yet. It engages full impulse, and as it is literally starting to break up, rams into the closest ship.
(22:40:47) LtCmdr_Quinn: :: Turns to Price, his usual right-hand in situations like these:: Sam. let the damage control teams know to keep reinforcing those outer hull segments. At the rate they keep using that damned cannon, I have no idea how much power I'm going to end up having to give them for shields.
(22:41:24) CaptHarper: ACTION> That ship is Columbia. Full shields won't even protect against such a large projectile, and the Xovul crashes directly into Columbia's bridge.
(22:41:53) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: sees the dreadnought start to move and sprays it with more antimatter, being careful NOT to hit Columbia. ::
(22:42:17) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul ship finally breaks up from that impact, but the damage is done. Columbia lists away, a gaping crater in her saucer where the bridge once was.
(22:42:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: gasps in dismay ::
(22:42:39) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: twinges with the empathic pain, her jaw dropping. ::
(22:42:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches the devastation unfold before them on the main viewer ::
(22:43:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Th-Th-..The... Columbia... :: trails off helplessly ::
(22:43:32) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a moment to fully grasp what has just happened, and now the fun is over. In fact he's in a full-fledged fury. He screams in a rage, and then drops dangerously silent. ::
(22:43:37) CaptHarper: :: sees all of that and she has to blink away tears :: Captain Sh'zk...
(22:43:48) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: :: quietly :: Do we beam aboard survivors?
(22:43:51) LtCmdr_Quinn: :: Patched into tactical sensors himself now, grimaces like he's just been gut punched as he witnesses the destruction, helplessly imagining the screech of tortured metal...and trying not to imagine the fate of the even more fragile organic crew. ::
(22:44:02) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: see the Xovul ship ram the Columbia and checks the sensors again :: *Sharks* Sharks, Sehlat. Provide cover for the Columbia until they either regain control from a secondary location or are evacuated.
(22:44:35) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: hears Kuari and becomes frantic, using her console to mass-tag every lifesign on the Columbia. ::
(22:44:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash: :: still in the fight :: *Sharks* Aye!
(22:45:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Th-th-the Sharks are scrambling to cover C-C-Columbia. ...Captain.
(22:45:37) CaptHarper: :: Kuari's question brings her out of shock, and she looks at the tactical readout :: XO: Negative. Their shields are coming back online since they were never depleted. They will recover, at least tactically.
(22:46:17) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks at the scrambling dots with frantic eyes, before tearing herself away, back to the Atlantis's own scrambling dots. ::
(22:46:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods and quickly resumes assessment of the battle ::
(22:46:40) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is shaking now, but trying to bring herself under control after what just happened ::
(22:46:41) CaptHarper: :: wipes at her eyes and grits her teeth, bringing the ship about ::
(22:47:23) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: fumes, and begins making plans for the remaining Xovul ships, planning out how to make it so they can't escape, that both of their crews will pay dearly... ::
(22:47:34) CaptHarper: ACTION> The Xovul fighters that remain return to base, though probably not the ships they launched from.
(22:48:38) CaptHarper: ACTION> The remaining Xovul dreadnoughts warp away.
(22:49:15) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: Outloud: Cowards. Fucking cowards.
(22:49:24) CaptHarper: CSO: Have Challenger and Sovereign follow them with orders to break off if attacked!
(22:49:38) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *CO*: Captain, if you have a minute.. just wanted to let you know that Ilaihr's still not out of the woods. He's unconscious, critical but stable condition.
(22:49:55) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: drops to one knee to steady herself for a moment, then grabs her medkid from where it tumbled to. She slowly stands back up, then turns to start assessing everyone on the bridge, starting with the Captain. ::
(22:50:25) CaptHarper: *CMO* :: quietly, but calmly :: Will— will he make it?
(22:50:26) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: feels the tears starting to come back in relief and is almost sure she can't suppress them, but is brought back to reality by an order from her Captain :: CO: Aye. :: relays the orders, still shaking and near tears ::
(22:50:42) CaptHarper: ACTION> Challenger and Sovereign warp away in pursuit.
(22:50:43) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: watches the viewscreen where the Xovul ships warped away, wanting to follow them, wanting to finish them with his bare hands. ::
(22:50:44) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *CO*: I can't say just yet, Captain.
(22:50:48) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:48) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:49) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM