Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed May 22 20:59:07 2019 on CaptHarper@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:20:10) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:10) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:11) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:45) CaptHarper: :: she exhales a long breath as the reality of the tactical situation finally sinks in, and leans back from the helm for a moment ::
(21:21:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is hunched over her console watching long-range scanners, feeling jittery and anxious that they're going to come back at any moment ::
(21:21:31) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: starts her assessment of the bridge with the Captain, doing a quick cursory scan of her with one hand and taking a dermal regenerator to a scrape on the Captain's face with the other. She glances around the room to see how everyone's doing.. ::
(21:22:09) CaptHarper: :: jumps a little as her face is suddenly regenerated, having not seen Acacia, then remembers her burnt forearm :: MED: Oh! Sorry, doctor, you startled me.
(21:22:25) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: beams aboard, striding strongly to the bridge to slide into place at the tactical station, absolutely covered in Xovul blood and her own to boot ::
(21:22:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is also taking a moment to look away from her off-center console, relaxing her grip on her ottoman-type seat as the ship has finally stopped shuddering. It's short-lived, however, as alarm lights flash across her panel, showing damage and other warnings ::
(21:23:47) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: places a hand gently on the Captain's elbow to hold her arm still, nodding slightly and turning the regenerator on her burned arm next. ::
(21:23:53) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: keeping an eye on the Columbia and the other ships, constantly on alert in case the enemy returns ::
(21:23:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: in sickbay after T'Lira's daring rescue, waiting for a free doctor ::
(21:24:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: forming Shinigami up with the Sharks, waiting for orders ::
(21:25:00) CaptHarper: :: smiles appreciatively at Acacia :: MED: Thank you.
(21:25:54) CaptHarper: :: seeing the tactical readout still containing no enemy fighters or capital ships :: CSO: Commander, have the Sharks bravo zulu, but remain on standby... while trying to get some rest.
(21:26:20) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: thinks a moment as he's inputting data on his console :: CO: I am working on a plan with Tira... eh, Kvolir tactical to make it difficult for them to leave when they see their number is up. I wonder how many they'll bring back next time. Judging by their cycle of running away pissing and returning with more friends, I believe we have about 60 hours. Give or take.
(21:26:46) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: she still holds onto her console, white knuckled :: MED: Do you have any neurotransmitters over there I can borrow?
(21:27:06) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: does a little eyebrow-wiggle at Wolfe's near catch :: CTO: Interested in someone?
(21:27:40) CaptHarper: CTO: Start the clock, Major... and launch a quantum torpedo at that gun emplacement they put on the moon as soon as I get a moment to take us over there.
(21:28:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes a few breaths to steady her voice, trying to keep the fear out of it :: *Sharks* Sharks, Atlantis. Bravo zulu, come on home and get some rest, but remain on standby.
(21:28:33) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks sidelong at Grey before re-fixing his gaze upon his Captain. :: CO: Aye. I'll await your repositioning of Atlantis. Clock starting in 3... 2... 1... Mark.
(21:29:20) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: returns the smile tiredly, straightening up a big :: CO: You're welcome. :: she turns but then stops, digging in her bag and going up to Jude. She gives her a shot of the beta-vitamins ::
(21:29:27) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* Copy, Atlantis, Sharks returning to bay. :: angles her fighter away from Columbia and to the launch bay, somewhat grateful for the reprieve, though it will likely be short ::
(21:29:51) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: breaks into laughter at the look, attention turning to her screen as she goes to work ::
(21:30:30) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: would turn next to Wright, going over and thinking for a moment. She glances around, considers that she's still in her pajamas, and just... opens her arms to offer Wright a hug. ::
(21:30:33) CaptHarper: :: she turns her arm back and forth and appraises it, finding it good as new, though her silken bathrobe's sleeve did not fare as well ::
(21:30:50) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: sighs in relief as she gets the Sharks comm to return to Atlantis and turns her fighter towards the mothership, eager for a rest ::
(21:31:16) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: casually pulls up the cannon on his weapons sensors. It's almost close enough to hit. He cocks his head at his console, thinking... :: self: 21% chance. If we weren't in a battle...
(21:31:46) CaptHarper: :: brings Atlantis about and heads toward the moon, staying outside the range of those guns, but getting into quantum range, not going too fast for the Sharks to land ::
(21:33:10) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: hunting down an enemy straggler on the surface ::
(21:33:10) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: feels kind of out of place in her uniform, while everyone else was in their pjs, taking a glance around before attention returned to her station ::
(21:33:21) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: hesitates, not sure she can hold it together if she accepts that hug, and tries to convey this to Acacia with her eyes ::
(21:33:34) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: waits until they're close enough for a 70% probability, then unleashes the fire on the cannon. ::
(21:34:02) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: lands in the launch bay, running a post flight check to ensure her systems will require minimal repairs so the engineers can focus on other matters ::
(21:34:22) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes a deep breath and nods, instead offering her a shot of some relaxy-juice instead, with her eyes and also her hands ::
(21:34:53) CaptHarper: ACTION> The quantum torpedo obliterates the entire surface facility that the Xovul established, leaving nothing but a new crater after the dust settles... the dust that didn't acquire escape velocity from the moon, that is.
(21:35:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: MED: Thank you for that, friend. :: quietly :: Also for understanding.
(21:36:18) CaptHarper: :: notes the exchange between Wright and Acacia, and knows she needs to set aside some time later to tend to her wife's emotional state, but there's still captaining to do for now ::
(21:37:29) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: darts her eyes away from her console for a moment to catch the satisfying explosion on the main viewer ::
(21:37:49) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Still lays silently in his sickbay bed, unresponsive to the outside world; not even seeming to dream.::
(21:37:56) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods once and turns back to the room, scanning for any more injuries. ::
(21:38:16) CaptHarper: CTO: Nice shot. :: lets out another breath, then brings the ship back to stationary orbit over the colony ::
(21:38:41) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: glances up at Acacia, feeling her looking over the room before raising her hand to get the medic's attention ::
(21:38:46) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::is still vascillating between making the rounds and checking on Ilaihr. Ilaihr seems to be holding steady, but is not getting any better. :: Self: Waitaminute. I forgot Andorian 101... ::smacks forehead::
(21:39:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: leans back on the biobed as he waits, just happy that the battle seems to be over... for now ::
(21:39:26) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: turns to Grey at the prompting, shaking her head as her eyes start to flutter :: TAC2: HM>
(21:40:28) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: takes out the last remaining Xovul on the planet with a well-aimed rifle shot at very long range ::
(21:42:09) CaptHarper: :: once the ship's orbit is stable, she secure the helm and stands up, smoothing her robe ::
(21:43:21) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes a moment to look away from damage reports to tweak the roster, adjusting shifts to appropriate the most amount of rest to but their best and freshest crew members on duty according to Wolfe's estimated return window of the Xovul ::
(21:43:56) CMO_Lt_Tailor: Computer: Computer, drop a level 2 forcefield around Biobed 3, reduce temperature to... hmmm, start with -5 C.
(21:44:02) CaptHarper: :: she walks to the center seat, but doesn't sit :: CSO: Shipwide, please.
(21:44:07) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is feeling much better after her relaxy-juice, almost like she can function almost normally. :: Self: I'm going to have to do something about this.
(21:44:12) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps console, checking into engineering to see how repairs are going... and maybe wishing she had a drink- NO LINXI. ::
(21:44:24) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Shipwide, aye. :: taps a few buttons and nods to let her know the channel is open ::
(21:45:09) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: shrugs slightly, waving the medic off, seeing how tired she is, before standing :: XO: I can stay on for another shift. :: offers from her position stretching before popping her knuckles calmly ::
(21:46:13) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: blinks, seeming a bit offended. She steps after Grey, waving a tricorder wand at her ::
(21:46:16) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Shudders gently, before his body eases slightly.::
(21:46:21) CaptHarper: *All* This is Captain Harper. I realize that the last few days have been exhausting, and our few opportunities for rest have suffered interruptions.
(21:47:29) TAC2_1LT_Grey: MED: You're tired. I don't mind waiting until you're rested. :: looks at Acacia calmly, eyes bright with energy despite her being on little to no sleep ::
(21:47:52) CaptHarper: *All* I must ask you to persevere a bit longer until all critical tasks are completed by your departments, but as soon as you can hand off back to gamma shift, please do so.
(21:49:13) CaptHarper: *All* I am proud of the steadfast dedication you all have shown to your duties in the face of such an incessant foe. You have done Starfleet, the Atlantis, me, and most importantly, yourselves, proud. Thank you, and I do hope you can all rest well as soon as it is possible. Harper out.
(21:49:39) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: looks up as a nurse steps out of the turbolift to take over tending to the bridge crew. She rubs her head and tags off with other med staff, heading for the turbolift toward sick bay to see how they're doing. ::
(21:49:52) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks up from her console to listen proudly to Harper's speech ::
(21:49:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: touching Shinigami down in the launch bay, anxious to get her sweaty head out of a helmet and into a shower ::
(21:50:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: closes the channel :: CO: Channel closed.
(21:51:20) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: lands her fighter along with the others, tearing off her helmet and tossing it into the seat she just vacated ::
(21:51:33) CaptHarper: CSO: Thank you. Now I need a secure priority one channel to Admiral Blackthorne, whereever he is.
(21:51:57) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: took the time during the address to stand at attention, but was thinking about strategies. However, when Harper mentions going back to Gamma shift, he thinks about his own Marine rotations, and how he should modify them to put the best and most Marines on at the expected time of Xovul arrival. ::
(21:52:00) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: is wondering where the heck is background extra engineer is, so she can go back to science ::
(21:52:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: I'll work on that next. Will you take it in the Ready Room?
(21:52:22) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: finishes checking on the status of her fighter, and then climbs out, informing the repair technicians that only minimal repairs are needed and the other fighters should take priority before heading to the locker room ::
(21:52:26) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: looks at Wolfe :: CTO: Sir, I can take another shift if you need it.
(21:52:49) CaptHarper: :: nods :: CSO: Yes.
(21:53:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye. :: feeling strangely calm now, sets about locating Admiral Blackthorne and securing a channel ::
(21:54:11) CaptHarper: CTO: Major, let me know when your plan is ready for their return. :: knows that he is working on something ::
(21:54:12) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: watches as the npc engineer arrives on the bridge and runs over to science in relief ::
(21:54:13) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: I'm working on schedules now. We're sitting at 59.5 hours until we expect the Xovul to visit again. I'll need you in top shape, and probably back on the ground. So I need you to spend some time in R&R.
(21:54:48) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: walks into sick bay to see how they're doing, and frowns as she finds Ilaihr still down ::
(21:55:18) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: finding no targets no matter how widely he scans, then signals Atlantis :: *Atlantis* Syvek to Atlantis.
(21:55:30) CMO_Lt_Tailor: MED: How's things going up on the Bridge, Doctor? ::adjusts the temperature by another couple of degrees downwards::
(21:56:05) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::steps back out of the forcefield to warm up her fingers::
(21:56:12) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. I should have it on your PADD shortly. :: sends a message to one of his yeomen to work on the rotation with his requirements, and gets back to the critical task of planning out possible scenarios for the next battle. The one good thing about the Xovul... they seem to be at least mildly predictable in ship-to-ship combat. ::
(21:56:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sighs softly, lowering her voice :: CMO: A few untreated cases of anxiety, cuts and cruises, nothing permanent except what they saw.
(21:56:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Syvek* Atlantis here, go ahead, Lieutenant.
(21:57:15) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CTO: Yes sir. Permission to visit the medbay?
(21:57:16) CaptHarper: Syvek> *CSO* Commander, can Atlantis confirm that no Xovul life signs remain on the planet?
(21:57:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: Of course. Use this time for things like that.
(21:58:15) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks her ears towards Harper as her comm catches her attention, amidst the bridge chatter ::
(21:58:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: minimizes the long-range scan and begins running a scan of the planet ::
(21:58:55) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His muscles ease up more in the subzero temperatures, his lips moving in barely noticeable speech, as his as eyes roll around behind his eyelids.::
(21:59:06) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::nods:: MED: Ilaihr is still in a coma, but I've lowered the temperature around his bed it should help his blood perfusion, and decrease brain swelling.
(21:59:06) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: stands and heads towards the turbo-lift, arriving at the medbay quickly before moving to lean against the wall, scanning the room for however long she would need to wait. Her makeshift bandages were definitely getting worse-off the longer they stayed on ::
(21:59:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Syvek* Stand by... scans show no Xovul lifesigns on the planet, Lieutenant. Nice work.
(21:59:55) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: watches long range scanners ::
(22:00:07) CaptHarper: :: also listening to the comm ::
(22:00:21) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: listening to the COMM as well ::
(22:01:11) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods thoughtfully, then tilts her head as Grey walks in. She rubs her hands together :: CMO: You should help Grey. She refused me because I'm tired.. she's right, I ought not do anything big right now.
(22:01:57) CaptHarper: Syvek> *CSO* It was, of course, an incredibly distributed effort. I am also concerned that there may be Federation species fighting for the Xovul still here. I recommend cross-referencing all sapient life with the colony's census.
(22:02:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: starts to drift off to sleep as he waits on the biobed, the adrenaline finally wearing off ::
(22:03:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: frowns, thinking of what that means :: *Syvek* Please confirm, you think some of the colonists may be Xovul sympathizers?
(22:03:08) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her eyes to Harper at the mention of spies within the Federation ::
(22:03:54) CaptHarper: Syvek> *CSO* They said that they accept anyone. That could mean more than sympathizers, but actual soldiers.
(22:04:15) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: is also beginning to relax as she slowly sinks against the wall, head resting against the hard surface as she slowly drifted off ::
(22:04:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks at Kate with alarm to see if she is listening ::
(22:04:43) CaptHarper: CSO: The fighter pilot that tried to lure me out into the fray is human, I think. There may be more like him that joined the Xovul.
(22:05:46) CMO_Lt_Tailor: MED: Well, we're all tired. ::has dark circles on her dark circles:: What's her condition? ::looks over to Grey:: TAC2: Sit down please, I'll need to have a look at you.
(22:06:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: presses her lips together into a grim line before responding :: *Syvek* Acknowledged, Lieutenant, we will proceed with that in mind.
(22:06:41) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: shrugs :: CMO: I tried to scan her but I can't hold her down. :: she turns to one of the other biobeds, glancing over the chart and checking the medication doses idly ::
(22:06:43) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: with the adrenaline wearing off, so does the sensation of pain suppression, and he grimaces ::
(22:07:14) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: pushes herself up from the floor, moving over to hoist herself onto a biobed, undoing the tied sleeve to show an arm wrapped messily with torn off strips, almost all soaked with blood. Her eyes flit to Navarro :: CMO: Handle Navarro first, please... I can wait.
(22:07:52) CaptHarper: Syvek> *CSO* Please inform Major Wolfe that, with his permission, I will rest and recover in the colony to be able to mobilize faster upon their return.
(22:08:48) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CTO: Major, does Lieutenant Syvek have your permission to rest and recover in the colony?
(22:09:09) CMO_Lt_Tailor: MED: I'd sedate her, but she's halfway there already. ::smirks, checking a PADD of the patient roster:: TAC2: He'll be seen to next by Dr. Straynnj. I've got him in triage right now.
(22:10:09) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gets jostled around by nurses, adjusting doses and mending burns. She gives herself a stimulant, and keeps the focus. ::
(22:10:25) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: narrows his eyes at his console :: CSO: I have one of my yeomen working now to build a new rotation. In the meantime, let's rotate them out, but he can stay if he wants. Also, could you send me the analysis of the Xovul warp trail?
(22:11:00) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: nods in acknowledgement, bending to start undoing the quick-patched bandages from her hand up, carefully pulling each strip off with a slight wince. The more bandages that came off, the worse the injuries seemed to be ::
(22:11:02) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His head shakes, and his silent mumble becomes a strained whisper.:: Self: Where are you Solir?
(22:11:59) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Syvek* Major Wolfe has granted permission, Lieutenant. Rest well.
(22:12:21) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tapping at her console to share the warp trail data analysis with Wolfe ::
(22:12:58) CaptHarper: Syvek> *CSO* Thank you. Syvek out. :: makes his way back to the colony to find something to eat ::
(22:16:10) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::grabs a tricorder and moves to Grey's bedside:: TAC2: That's quite a collection of lacerations you've got there. ::starts with a painkiller, moves onto the adjusted dermal regen so her regen allergy doesn't flare up as she's dealing with the multiple cuts, burns and phaser wounds::
(22:16:11) CaptHarper: :: wets her lips :: CSO: Have your department cross reference and verify that all lifesigns other than the bears are on the colony manifest.
(22:17:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: begins assembling more detailed damage and casualty reports from engineering and medical for Harper to read ::
(22:18:02) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: snorts slightly in agreement :: CMO: Definitely. I'll let you know that doing one-shot kills on Xovul is a lot harder when they detect you... and attack you before you have a chance to attack them ::
(22:18:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Captain. And Admiral Blackthorne has been located, the channel is waiting in your ready room.
(22:18:42) CaptHarper: XO: Kuari, you have the bridge.
(22:18:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Ash> :: climbs out of her powered-down fighter and strides across the assault bay deck towards the showers ::
(22:18:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods dutifully at Harper ::
(22:19:01) CaptHarper: :: disappears into the ready room, and as soon as the door closes, she stops and leans her head forward against the wall ::
(22:19:48) CaptHarper: :: she pauses there for a moment, her eyes closed and forehead against the wall, taking deep breaths ::
(22:20:34) CMO_Lt_Tailor: TAC2: Sounds to me from the snatches of bridge feed that I was able to get during the battle, that most of the Xovul were dealt with. Well done down there. ::continues to treat Grey's injuries, with occasional glances back to check on Ilaihr and Navarro, who is similarly being healed by Straynj ::
(22:20:42) CaptHarper: :: she opens her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose as she walks to the desk ::
(22:22:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: her lips press into that same grim line as she sets about her work :: SCI: We need to cross-reference the lifesigns on the planet against the colony manifest, our people, and the bears.
(22:22:23) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: breaks into a very evil-sounding cackle :: CMO: Thank you... Wolfe's sending me back down there after I'm finished here, to backup the marines down there ::
(22:23:16) CaptHarper: :: quirks the corner of her mouth up as she also finds Admiral Blackthorne in the middle of Earth's night, in his home office, wearing a bathrobe ::
(22:23:52) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His eyes open, but he glances passed everyone, searching the room.::
(22:24:24) CMO_Lt_Tailor: TAC2: It's still not over with yet? I guess I'm not getting all the news down here in sickbay.. either that or I need to pay more attention. ::chuckles, sweeps the last few wounds with the dermal regen.. :: TAC2: Almost done.
(22:25:12) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CMO: They fled. Wolfe estimates they'll be back in about 58.5 hours at this point. :: answers calmly, watching the medic work ::
(22:25:41) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: smiles at the doctor he doesn't recognize before passing out ::
(22:27:11) SCI_LtJG_Jude: CSO: Aye. :: taps console, bringing up the manifests, and locating life signs ::
(22:27:42) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::Straynj adjusts Navarro's meds and finishes the scans he's doing, then flags Navarro for surgery; abdominal cavity filling with fluids::
(22:27:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watches scanners while Jude does most of the legwork ::
(22:29:10) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::finishes up with Grey:: TAC2: You're all set. You're clear to go back to the Bridge now.
(22:30:28) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CMO: Thank you, ma'am. :: exits the medbay, immediately heading back to the Bridge to check in with Wolfe :: CTO: Permission to return planet-side?
(22:30:38) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::Rubs her eyes and heads for the replicator briefly to grab something warm and caffeinated::
(22:30:55) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: rubs her eyes and reads the chart that got shuffled into her hand again. She glances around, then gives herself another dose of stimulant. She gives it a second, then grabs Navarro's biobed, wheeling him towards the surgery suite. ::
(22:31:22) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: wheeled ::
(22:31:42) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::wheeeeed::
(22:31:43) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: has located a modest meal and a pleasant place to take it ::
(22:31:44) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: doesn't look up from his console :: TAC2: Granted. I'll be sending most of the Marines down over the next few hours. You've had experience fighting them, so work with Syvek to come up with a tactical plan for their next attack.
(22:31:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: Oh... and get some rest.
(22:32:02) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: TAC2: That's an order.
(22:32:40) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gets up from her chair base, stretching her legs and wings as she walks, and checks in with the engineer at his bridge station ::
(22:33:29) CaptHarper: :: talks with the Admiral, giving updates on the battle, the losses ::
(22:34:00) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: throws a red robe on over her pajamas, and grabs one of the arms of the surgical table to adjust the tool as nurses shuffle Navarro into the tube, and give him an IV to sedate him. ::
(22:34:32) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: is sedated, blissfully ::
(22:34:59) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CTO: Yes sir. :: salutes sharply and leaves with a faint smile, heading down to the transporter, and beaming down to the planet. She didn't have any plan to rest, instead finding a work station and spreading out paperwork, beginning to formulate an tactical plan ::
(22:35:43) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: continues to analyze the Xovul warp trail, looking for any weaknesses. ::
(22:35:52) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::grabs the next chart, stopping briefly at Ilaihr's biobed. Vitals are improving by a little bit. The staring and mumbling, she's not sure about. Observes for a minute or two::
(22:35:53) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: closes her eyes and counts to five, takes a deep breath, and then begins. She uses the live scan to guide her needle, finding the excess fluid to suck it out and follow it to its source ::
(22:36:27) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His eyes fall upon Navarro. He blinks. But in his eyes, he sees a flame contorting, flailing, but contracting and its heat diminishing. He cup his hand to his face, blowing in the air, as if trying to keep a tinder going.::
(22:37:27) CaptHarper: :: gets questioned about sending the Sovereign and Challenger in pursuit, but states her point about gathering information well, and the Admiral is satisfied ::
(22:39:46) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gets the answers she needs from the engineer and begins to slowly wander the bridge ::
(22:39:53) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: rests her forehead against the scanner as she hunches over it, focusing on keeping her hands steady. She navigates the tools through the wound carefully, finding the stray rib fragment embedded in the lung. She uses the superfuturistic tool to pull the rib back, sealing up the hole in the lung and sucking out the blood that got where it shouldn'
(22:39:54) MED_LtJG_Acacia: t be in one relatively smooth motion. ::
(22:40:41) CaptHarper: Blackthorne> Stay safe, Kate, and get some rest. That is an order. Remember that you cannot do everything.
(22:40:59) CaptHarper: :: nods :: Thank you, sir. Atlantis out.
(22:42:06) CaptHarper: :: receives a packet of orders and news as the transmission ends, and begins to look through them ::
(22:42:32) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: begins to breathe easier ::
(22:44:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sees that the channel in the RR is closed, and hopes it went well, watching the scanners in her weird state of calm. What was in that relaxy-juice, anyway? ::
(22:45:29) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: exhales, carefully moving the tool to patch up the other cracked ribs for good measure, if you're already surgery-ing why not? ::
(22:45:33) CaptHarper: :: smiles as she sees one bit of news, then taps the commbadge on her robe :: *CTO* Major Wolfe to the ready room.
(22:46:11) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Watches as a songbird lands on Doctor Tailor's shoulder, as it begins singing its morning chorus. Ilaihr stares in fascination, before it darts off and into the forest growing beyond sickbay's doors.::
(22:47:47) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: *CO* Aye. :: saves his work and hands off his station. A moment later he's at the door and rings the chime ::
(22:48:03) CaptHarper: Door: Come in.
(22:48:16) CaptHarper: :: palms something from her desk and stands to greet him ::
(22:48:27) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: slides the tool out carefully and closes up the incision, sighing with relief. She hands the tool off to the nurse and gets the heck outta there, back to sick bay to check on the next person she gets jostled towards. Nurses switch Navarro from sedation to pain meds, wheeling him back into observation. ::
(22:48:34) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: enters and stands across the desk from Harper. :: CO: Captain.
(22:49:36) CaptHarper: :: smiles, leaning forward with her fingertips on the desk :: CTO: Major. I have good news from Earth.
(22:49:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::continues the rounds, flagging a couple of patients for burn unit, three more for surgery and several more for broken bones and laceration type injuries that can wait until the worse ones are dealt with::
(22:50:21) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Oh? :: remains at attention, but is fully interested. ::
(22:50:29) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: slides into a peaceful sleep, the problem now gone ::
(22:51:23) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: sends report on the life signs to Wright's whatever-it-is-called ::
(22:51:50) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes another five seconds of meditation to keep herself sane, she hadn't even taken off the surgical scrubs. The nurses pulled her back into the surgical suite as she had to perform a similar procedure on an engineer in a half-singed uniform. ::
(22:51:52) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: I must go...
(22:52:47) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down at the results popping up at her console, then over at Jude ::
(22:53:29) CaptHarper: :: crosses around from behind the barrier of the desk to stand next to him, looking up at the towering fellow :: Major Wolfe, for your ongoing excellence in service to the Starfleet Marine Corps, Atlantis, and your crewmates, I am pleased to hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel!
(22:53:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: SCI: I assume you've double- and triple-checked these results, Lieutenant?
(22:54:11) CaptHarper: :: opens her palm to reveal a silver leaf insignia :: Ordinarily, I would pin this on your collar, but circumstances are far from ordinary.
(22:54:39) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: nods :: CSO: Aye.
(22:55:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Self: Hrm. SCI: Thank you, Lieutenant.
(22:55:26) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Sits up, his blank eyes examining the forcefield before him.::
(22:55:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: from her fog of calm, somehow resists the urge to check them again herself ::
(22:55:55) CSO_Cdr_Wright: XO: Commander, it seems that there is no one on the planet that isn't supposed to be there.
(22:55:56) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Thank you, Captain. Serving aboard Atlantis is an honor. :: gets a slight twinkle in his eye, but uses his most proper voice :: Is this your first time giving someone topless a promotion?
(22:56:32) CaptHarper: :: pauses, not used to hearing the man quip, then her face brightens as she laughs ::
(22:56:45) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: actually smiles. Slightly. ::
(22:57:20) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: joins Harper in her laughter, letting loose a bit. ::
(22:57:23) CaptHarper: CTO: I believe so, yes! :: grins :: I am certain that it is my first time giving a promotion in my bathrobe. :: hands him the silver leaf ::
(22:57:50) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Places his hand to the field.:: Self: I must return...
(22:57:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: pauses in her wandering, thinking her sensitive hearing could be picking up laughter from the ready room, but continues on, dismissing it ::
(22:58:06) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::glances over to Ilaihr's biobed, seeing him sit up:: ENG: Ilaihr, are you alright?
(22:58:26) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: closes her eyes for a few minutes as one unconscious crewman is exchanged for another. After a certain point, she manages to relax, skilled hands keeping her steady. ::
(22:58:37) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes the silver leaf :: CO: Again. Thank you, Captain. This will be one for the memory banks.
(22:58:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: bows slightly, in a move that seems uncharacteristic for him ::
(22:59:16) CaptHarper: :: smiles, with pride in her crew :: CTO: And thank you, Colonel.
(22:59:57) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Turns to face the doctor, but almost looks through her; before stepping through the forefield.:: CMO: I must return to the planet.
(23:00:19) CTO_LtCol_Wolfe: CO: Now, Captain. If I may be so bold, let's figure out a way to defeat this enemy once and for all. Maybe in a way where we can get some information that will help in dealing with them in the future.
(23:00:45) CaptHarper: Syvek> :: having finished his meal, he returns to the improvised shelter he set up, and begins to meditate ::
(23:00:52) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: cranes her neck towards Wright, absorbing this information :: CSO: Good work. It's just one more piece of the puzzle.
(23:00:55) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::sees Ilaihr trail several IV lines:: ENG: Wait..
(23:00:57) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:56) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:59) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM