Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Jun 26 20:59:13 2019 on CaptHarper@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:20:33) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:34) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:35) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:38) CaptHarper: CSO: Hail them and demand their surrender. CTO: Keep attacking those cannons until they do surrender, and have your Marines stand by to form a boarding party.
(21:22:05) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain! :: points at Grey without reducing the speed of his atttacks ::
(21:22:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Xovul Shipard* Xovul shipyard, this is the USS Atlantis of the United Federation of planets. We demand your immediate surrender.
(21:22:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: glances at Wright from her chair next to the center one on the bridge, then looks at the main viewer with her mean face ::
(21:22:29) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: having doffed his flight suit in the locker room, he's now on the couch in the squadron ready room, waiting for the next launch orders ::
(21:23:01) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: sits at her console on the bridge, watching the viewscreen tensely ::
(21:23:03) CaptHarper: ACTION> The shipyard continues firing its cannons, seemingly focusing on Endeavour.
(21:23:58) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: still half-wearing her flight suit, with it hanging open on top, standing next to the replicator quaffing a sports drink ::
(21:24:24) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: stands from her console, exiting the bridge to join the other marines at the transporter room, waiting for broadcast directions ::
(21:24:51) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Can we get between the shipyard's cannons and Endeavor?
(21:24:54) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: brings up the battle on the ready room's viewer ::
(21:25:42) CaptHarper: XO: Not all of them. :: stares at the viewer as she flies, wishing these assholes would make this easy on both of us ::
(21:25:43) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::continuing her rounds in sickbay, battle casualties flowing through the triage sequence::
(21:26:21) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Xovul Shipyard* :: repeats her previous transmission ::
(21:28:06) CaptHarper: ACTION> The cannon fire continues with no response from the shipyard, but one of the cannons explodes.
(21:28:35) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: lines up an attack vector to carpet bomb the cannons one by one on a single fly-by and sends the vectors to Harper's console and the viewscreen. :: CO: Captain, if we make a run like... this... :: sends :: I think we can shield Endeavour and still make use of their fire power.
(21:28:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *Xovul Shipyard* Xovul Shipyard, do you read?
(21:29:02) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: the vectors are literally a pass by the station, taking out one cannon at a time. ::
(21:29:02) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: peers at her display on her console :: CO: No, but one of them, take some edge off. It shouldn't be as difficult with the station being...well, stationary. Perhaps the others could try to keep up their fire but guard from the other cannons?
(21:29:40) CaptHarper: :: checks the run and coordinates with the fleet :: CTO: Aye, bringing us about for that run. :: Come on, do not get any more of yourselves killed! ::
(21:30:25) AmberSun: ::His physical form still nestled comfortably within a blanket and pillow fort, whilst his mental presence continues to watch the activities on the bridge; imperceptible to all but other telepaths.::
(21:30:42) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: readies weapons and sends the same data to the other vessels ::
(21:31:54) CaptHarper: XO: I will have Endeavour retreat if they take any more damage.
(21:33:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: No response from the Xovul, Captain. I'm not even sure whether they're receiving.
(21:33:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods, thinking this wise, as the station is indeed stationary, as she just pointed out, and turns her attention finally towards the exploding cannon and Wolfe's moves ::
(21:33:47) CaptHarper: :: shakes her head, then sets her jaw with resolve :: CTO: Here we go, Colonel.
(21:35:04) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: repeats back :: CO: Here we go, Captain. :: begins aligning weapons and firing ::
(21:35:05) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: leans back on the couch as he watches the scene from the main viewer :: Suzuki: Helluva fight out there.
(21:36:16) AmberSun: ::Is looking over Wright's shoulder, analysing the console, and swiftly coming to the conclusion that he doesn't understand any of it. Wants to connect with the Human and ask, but doesnt know how her brain would respond to that, so keeps it to himself; before 'plodding' over to Wolfe.::
(21:36:52) CaptHarper: ACTION> The fleet begins its attack run on a path that minimizes the firing arcs from the cannons.
(21:36:57) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: comes over and takes a look at the screen, still drinking her sports drink :: NAV: Mm, you're not wrong.
(21:38:51) CaptHarper: :: guides Atlantis along, with the occasional roll to evade cannon fire ::
(21:38:57) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: concentrates heavily on the first cannon, the vectors he's provided skirting as close to the shields as possible, maximizing the impact of everything they send ::
(21:39:22) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: continues hailing the Xovul shipyard ::
(21:39:25) CaptHarper: ACTION> Leading the charge, Atlantis takes the brunt of the fire from the cannons, the impacts rocking the ship and causing electrical havoc.
(21:40:01) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: curses as she stumbles, narrowly bracing on the near wall :: Self: Goddammnit!
(21:40:46) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: slowly getting frustrated by the lack of response and the sparks coming from consoles all over the Bridge ::
(21:41:23) CaptHarper: ACTION> That first cannon is destroyed, providing a temporary respite to the incoming fire.
(21:41:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: fist pumps when he sees the cannon explode ::
(21:42:23) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Suggest we head back around and use the cover of the way we just came for the next cannon.
(21:42:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: feels some satisfaction about that as well ::
(21:43:14) CaptHarper: ACTION> Endeavour gets tagged with a shot or two, leaving her shields barely up at all.
(21:43:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: grips her seat base tightly with all seven limbs ::
(21:44:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Endeavor is under fire, Captain, they're in dire straits
(21:45:44) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::catches herself on a bulkhead, gets showered by sparks which mostly just fizzle out on her uniform::
(21:45:51) CaptHarper: :: grimaces :: CTO: Negative, stand ready to cover a retreat. CSO: Signal the fleet to cover Endeavour's retreat out of range of the cannons.
(21:46:06) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Aye.
(21:46:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Captain. :: proceeds to signal the fleet as such ::
(21:46:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: I'd suggest we shoot pool, but the shaking of the ship might make that a bit hard. :: chuckles ::
(21:46:42) AmberSun: ::The shaking of the ship startles him, and he opens his eyes back in the room in sickbay.:: Self: Rrrrgggggllll
(21:46:50) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: taps at her console, directing nurse teams to where crewmen are unconscious to lift them to sickbay ::
(21:48:12) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::rushes around, making sure patients are secured::
(21:48:17) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: shrugs :: NAV: Cards, then?
(21:49:14) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: Sure, it's as good a thing to do while waiting to see if win as any. :: rounds up a few more stray pilots for a game ::
(21:50:05) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: leads in covering Endeavour, absorbing the most direct shots meant for her ::
(21:50:26) CaptHarper: ACTION> The fleet arcs around, away from the station, covering Endeavour from fire as best they can.
(21:50:44) CaptHarper: CTO: Colonel, I need an estimate on the range of those cannons.
(21:51:51) AmberSun: ::Closes his eyes and concentrates again; being stood behind Wolfe again, as he watches.::
(21:52:16) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: adds an overlay to the viewscreen that gives a nice visual :: CO: Once we get past that line. We're about twenty seconds away at current speed. ::
(21:53:59) CaptHarper: :: looks up to see the line approaching fast :: Come on...
(21:54:09) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis rocks hard again, taking another volley meant for Endeavour...
(21:54:44) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: curses again as the ship rocks, hitting her commbadge strongly:: CTO: Please TELL me we can beam down soon! We're like a can of sardines here, GEEZ FREAKING LOUISE! :: staggers and hits the wall nearby, cursing audibly over the commbadge on accident ::
(21:54:49) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: grunts as her body strains painfully against the seatbelt, the only thing keeping her from being sprawled on the floor ::
(21:55:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: rocks with the ship, attempting to read her screen for the shield's status as her head zooms by the console ::
(21:55:32) CaptHarper: ACTION> The last few shots get past us and tag Endeavour, dropping her shields and striking her port nacelle.
(21:55:47) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::finds herself sprawled onto the floor next to a medical cart, wind knocked out of her:: Self: I really should be used to this by now... ::picks herself up::
(21:57:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Endeavor's shields are down, she's taken a direct hit to the port nacelle.
(21:58:10) CaptHarper: :: swears under her breath in Mandarin ::
(21:58:21) CaptHarper: CTO: Are we clear, Colonel?
(21:58:50) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Clear, all clear, Captain. :: relaxes a moment ::
(21:59:20) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: mean-faces the main viewer again ::
(21:59:53) CaptHarper: CSO: Signal Endeavour to stay behind to repair. Have Discovery lead us in this time.
(22:01:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Acknowledged, Captain. :: continues fleetwide communications management, while her anxiety drugs are still keeping the screaming in her head to a background hum ::
(22:01:41) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: sends the data to Discovery for the next run and the lessons learned last time ::
(22:01:55) CaptHarper: CTO: Ready for another run?
(22:03:43) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Aye, Captain. I'm always ready. :: steeples his hands and cracks his knuckles. ::
(22:03:45) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her eyes from Harper to Wolfe ::
(22:04:13) CaptHarper: All: Here we go, brace for impacts!
(22:04:42) CaptHarper: ACTION> Discovery leads Atlantis and Sovereign in towards the cannons, the big Galaxy-class taking most of the beating as we approach.
(22:04:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: braces, closes her eyes and winces ::
(22:06:04) AmberSun: ::Braces himself on Wolfe's shoulder, even though he's not really behind him, and isnt actually bracing himself.::
(22:06:33) CaptHarper: :: glares angrily at the viewer as she flies them in ::
(22:07:44) CaptHarper: :: rocks as the shields absorb another shot, her course and angry glare unbroken ::
(22:08:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: grits her teeth, peeking one eye open ::
(22:09:24) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::finds a flip-down seat attached to the wall, and straps herself in::
(22:09:42) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: cleans up a bunch of poker chips and cards that got thrown off the table ::
(22:10:18) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: helps, carefully replacing the chips from exactly whence they came ::
(22:10:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: This may not have been the best idea after all. :: grabs an extra ace from another pilot who was trying to conceal it ::
(22:11:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> NAV: If Mustang pilots can't play cards during a battle, I don't know who can.
(22:12:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: That is true, sí. Though it would help if no one tried to cheat! :: sideeyes the pilot who tried to hide the ace ::
(22:13:40) CaptHarper: ACTION> The three ships swoop into the fray, destroying one cannon outright on approach.
(22:13:45) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: fixes the cheating pilot with her deadpan gaze ::
(22:15:39) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Cheating Pilot> :: is too mad at being caught to continue, and retreats to the assault bay ::
(22:16:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: favors Navarro with the slightest of smirks ::
(22:16:47) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: Nice kill, Jester. :: chuckles ::
(22:17:16) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: has no way to hide behind Discovery now and simply lets the whole menagerie of weapons loose ::
(22:17:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: makes a little finger gun and a pchew noise ::
(22:17:56) CaptHarper: ACTION> Cannon after cannon falls on the attack run as we rampage in a low run across the ring, though all three ships take hits in the process, causing the usual problems.
(22:20:13) CaptHarper: :: recoils from a corner of her console as it pops ::
(22:21:18) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: curses as she's sent flying into the wall, slamming her head against the wall, slowly standing to return to the bridge, rubbing the back of her head and retake her console until she's needed ::
(22:21:26) CaptHarper: :: smacks her uniform sleeve out, as it was slightly on fire ::
(22:22:35) CaptHarper: :: as they crest around the ring to see a destroyed cannon ahead :: CTO: Is that all of them?
(22:22:40) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: taps at her console as it fizzles and finally goes dark ::
(22:23:25) CaptHarper: :: realizes that at least they do not seem to be taking any hits at the moment ::
(22:23:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: pulls out her tricorder and scans her console, hoping the problem is one she can easily fix ::
(22:24:02) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: reflexively tries to turn when Grey screams, leading her own head to get whipped against her chair. She winces, grabbing her head. ::
(22:24:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: watches the game disperse as the pilots he recruited wander off into the locker room, showers, assault bay, or who knows, and smirks ::
(22:25:13) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: shakes his head ::
(22:25:28) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> NAV: Huh. I thought pilots liked cards. :: stacks up the pile of chips in front of her ::
(22:26:08) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: They give up too easily. :: eyes her pile of chips and his, as they've won them all between them :: One hand for all the marbles?
(22:26:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: opens the panel under her console and find the burnt-out conduit ::
(22:26:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> NAV: Fine by me.
(22:27:30) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::cautiously unstraps after the turbulence subsides, stands to go check on the injured::
(22:27:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: Also, loser has to... wash the winner's Mustang. :: grins ::
(22:28:26) CaptHarper: :: cautiously turns back to check on her crew :: All: Is everyone ok?
(22:28:52) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: slowly turns her steady gaze to him, and perks up the corner of her mouth :: NAV: You're on.
(22:29:14) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: pushes his chips into the middle of the table, meeting her gaze ::
(22:29:30) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: squints and unsquints to reset her vision, looking around the bridge as well ::
(22:29:37) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: would love to double down on his efforts, but it's simply not possible. Still, he's searching for ways to get more hits in. :: CO: We've got one more cannon, but with the others out of commission, it should be relatively easy to take out. ::vectors it up on the screen ::
(22:30:06) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: rubbing the back of her head as she slowly approaches her seat again :: CO: Whacked my head against the Transporter wall, bit of a headache, but fine to continue work.
(22:30:11) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: gingerly unbuckles her seatbelt and quickly moves to the auxiliary Sci/Ops console ::
(22:30:22) AmberSun: ::Looks over everyone and around the bridge, wondering if the battle is over. Can be heard in sickbay, whimpering slightly from his blanket and pillow fort.::
(22:30:30) CaptHarper: :: sees Lexy go, finding that oddly disconcerting ::
(22:30:47) CaptHarper: All: One more then. Hang on, this part is almost over.
(22:31:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: buckles the seatbelt at this console, tapping the console to make sure all of the functions she needs are active ::
(22:31:40) CaptHarper: :: brings up the vector, and lowers it even more to make it harder on the cannon ::
(22:32:27) CaptHarper: CTO: Here we go. :: swoops Atlantis tens of meters off the shipyard's hull, flying as close as she dares, below the cannon's ability to target ::
(22:32:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes a moment to assess the fleet's overall status and the station's, frowning at Endeavour in particular ::
(22:32:37) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::pokes her head into AmberSun's room in between patients:: AmberSun: How are you doing?
(22:32:39) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: shuffles the cards deftly and holds them out for Navarro to cut ::
(22:32:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: cuts the cards ::
(22:33:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: completes shuffling and offers the deck to him :: NAV: Care to deal?
(22:34:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: eyes the cards :: Suzuki: Sure. :: takes them and deals, and since they're both all in, the preliminary betting is skipped ::
(22:36:06) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: looks to Wolfe for instructions to re-gather the marines for boarding party ::
(22:36:51) AmberSun: ::Opens his eyes and lifts his head up, draped in blanket as it was, so only his snout was visible.:: CMO: Is over? ::Flares nostrils.::
(22:37:09) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: loves the lower vector and throws everything at the last cannon, knowing just what it can take now, and sends slightly more in under a couple seconds. ::
(22:37:21) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: collects her cards and eyes them dispassionately, watching Navarro over the top of her cards ::
(22:37:30) CaptHarper: ACTION> The final cannon is destroyed, ending the shipyard's ability to retaliate.
(22:38:37) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: finally, is able to hurry off the bridge, heading to the TR to prepare the boarding party, phaser on her hip ::
(22:39:03) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: How many do you need, Jester?
(22:39:54) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: narrows her eyes :: NAV: I'll take two, Zorro.
(22:40:17) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: deals her two cards, then eyes his own :: Dealer takes one.
(22:40:41) CMO_Lt_Tailor: AmberSun: I hope so. ::checks on the bridge feed for more information:: AmberSun: Mostly over, I think.
(22:40:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: picks up her cards and looks them over ::
(22:40:51) TAC2_1LT_Grey: @CTO: Yes sir! :: prepares to beam down ::
(22:41:01) CaptHarper: CSO: Hail them again.
(22:41:24) AmberSun: ::Pokes his head out more.:: CMO: Can come out?
(22:41:32) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: hails them again ::
(22:41:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: picks up his new card ::
(22:42:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: beams happily for a moment, showing all her teeth, but refocuses on operations as they plan their next moves ::
(22:42:53) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: repositions her cards a few times, looking at them carefully but revealing nothing ::
(22:43:20) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: Well, we are both all in, so.
(22:43:52) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: symbolically pushes her pile of chips to the center of the table ::
(22:43:55) CaptHarper: ACTION> No response from the station.
(22:44:06) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: No response, Captain.
(22:44:28) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::hesitates for a minute as she listens to the feed; there doesn't appear to be anymore enemy fire now:: AmberSun: I think it's safe now.
(22:44:30) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Breach teams are ready, Captain.
(22:44:32) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: his were already in :: Suzuki: Fine, I'll lead. :: lays down his cards, having drawn what he needed :: Straight, jack-high.
(22:45:00) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: loops up at the viewscreen, hoping the station surrenders. While the Xovul are their enemies in battle, she would rather not take lives unnecessarily ::
(22:45:43) CaptHarper: :: shakes her head, wondering why they are like this ::
(22:45:48) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: lays down her cards :: NAV: Full house, queens and eights.
(22:45:59) AmberSun: ::Comes out of the pile, keeping one blanket wrapped around him like a cape, trotting up to the doctor; head nudging her hand.::
(22:46:16) CaptHarper: :: stands from the helm, putting the ship on auto for a moment, and crosses to the tac console, but turns to address both Kuari and Wolfe ::
(22:46:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her head slightly to face Harper ::
(22:46:59) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::finds herself patting the bear reassuringly::
(22:47:18) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: stares in disbelief :: Suzuki: ¡Ay, dios mío, Jester!
(22:47:49) CaptHarper: :: speaks evenly, containing her apprehension for sending her officers into danger, and her anger at the Xovul for making her do this ::
(22:48:02) CaptHarper: XO/CTO: I want you two to lead the boarding parties.
(22:48:25) CaptHarper: XO/CTO: Do everything you can to minimize casualties, especially civilian casualties.
(22:48:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: spreads her hands, corners of her mouth twitching up in amusement :: NAV: Sorry, Zorro, the cards were on my side.
(22:48:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Suzuki: You are the only one who can beat me at pool, and now poker. I do not know what to say.
(22:48:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: hops forward off her seat immediately and stands on all fours in front of Harper, nodding dutifully and awaiting further orders ::
(22:49:07) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: nods, curtly... looking forward to some action, but knowing how difficult this decision is for a non-Marine commanding officer :: CO: Aye. As is always the goal, Captain.
(22:49:38) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> NAV: Purely luck, I'm sure.
(22:49:44) CaptHarper: XO/CTO: Your primary mission is their computer core. I want their database, especially their ship designs.
(22:50:21) CaptHarper: XO/CTO: Your secondary mission is to evacuate that facility so that we can destroy it.
(22:50:23) AmberSun: ::Makes a snorting sigh, and shaking himself like an excited horse.:: CMO: ThhhHHHank yoooUu. ::Attempts to mimic a smile, with his big pointy teeth.:: Can Amber Sun help?
(22:51:03) AmberSun: ::Cocks his head, curiously, hoping to be of some use.::
(22:52:18) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Aye. And if they won't cooperate, I will protect my Marines and Commander Kuari first.
(22:52:39) CaptHarper: :: knows that Kuari's still a Marine and will be of great help to the mission :: CTO: I expect nothing less, Colonel. Is your objective clear?
(22:52:39) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::thinks:: AmberSun: What do you normally do in your tribe?
(22:52:54) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Yes, Captain. CSO: How many potential hostiles are we looking at, Commander?
(22:53:18) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: is waiting in the TR, playing with her wedding ring around her neck ::
(22:53:52) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CTO: Scans show 247 life signs, Colonel.
(22:54:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Where do you want the prisoners?
(22:54:21) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: smirks :: Suzuki: I'm sure. The consumable inventory needs to be done. I will be in the storeroom.
(22:54:39) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: smirks and gets up, making his exit ::
(22:55:04) CaptHarper: XO: Have cargo bay one sealed off.
(22:55:46) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CSO: Thank you, Commander. :: sends some messages for a couple more teams of Marines to head to the transporter rooms, then looks back up at Harper. :: CO: Are there any other would-be-nice goals, Captain?
(22:56:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: nods and glances to Wolfe that he heard the orders, then gives Harper a steely expression :: CO: Objectives understood.
(22:56:23) CaptHarper: CTO: No. Just get your people back here safely.
(22:56:26) AmberSun: CMO: I am one of the... ::Stops, thinking.:: ...Aquechque. ::Murmers, thinking of the linguistic knowledge he had learned from Ilaihr.:: A... Apprentice of the Sun
(22:57:12) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: CO: Yes, Captain. :: looks to and nods at Kuari in invitation to join him on the Turbolift ::
(22:58:03) AmberSun: CMO: But Neme belives I am to be an... ar... bit... er... Arbiter.
(22:58:08) CaptHarper: XO: That goes for you too. :: meets Kuari's eyes ::
(22:58:21) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: :: softly :: Of course.
(22:58:54) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: steps into the Turbolift and waits. ::
(22:58:56) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: follows Wolfe into the lift at a fast trot ::
(22:59:01) CaptHarper: :: really doesn't think she'll ever get over the sinking feeling that sending her friends and crew into direct battle like this gives her ::
(22:59:14) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: eyes Kuari before commanding :: Computer: Deck Five.
(22:59:18) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns a circle in the lift, tucking her tail against her and sits ::
(22:59:50) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: straightens as the other marines file in, hands falling to her sides as she kept an eye on the door for Wolfe ::
(22:59:52) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: enters the storeroom and starts making sure the physical consumables inventory matches the digital one ::
(23:00:04) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CTO: Barracks.
(23:00:21) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: XO: ... Of course. :: commands the Turbolift ::
(23:00:23) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: smirks, then calmly gathers up the cards and the chips and smugly follows Navarro to the storeroom. ::
(23:00:52) AmberSun: CMO: Amber Sun make friend, good. ::Grins.::
(23:01:28) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: The doors open just a few meters from the Barracks, and he leads the way ::
(23:02:21) CaptHarper: :: walks up to Lexy at the aux console :: CSO: I want you to monitor that station closely in case they try to self-destruct.
(23:02:38) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: casually locks the storeroom door behind her ::
(23:03:00) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods :: CO: Aye, Captain. :: keys in on the power readings ::
(23:03:30) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: gets everyone one the away team's lifesigns tagged on her console, taking a deep breath as she watches them converge on the transporters ::
(23:03:44) CaptHarper: CSO: Every conceivable marker for it. Power readings, but also computer indications if you can get them, anything activating around the thing that could be explosive charges, anything.
(23:03:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: smiles at Suzuki as she locks the door, then proceeds to wash her Mustang ::
(23:03:51) AmberSun: CMO: I also have Naamm. I can... see with my mind. Better than many of my kin. But not as good as Neme.
(23:05:01) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods again, feeling color rise to her cheeks, embarrassed that Kate would think she didn't consider those things :: CO: Aye, Captain.
(23:05:04) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: runs ahead of Wolfe from the lift to the now empty barracks to her specially-made suit and the robotic arms holding its pieces and steps under the motion sensor. The machine wastes no time in applying the suit to her body. Once its pieces are sealed together, she shakes her neck experimentally, the suit flexing as it should, then catches up with Wolfe who waits for her, and they run to the transporter room ::
(23:05:24) AmberSun: CMO: Amber Sun can help? ::Tilts his head the other way.::
(23:05:49) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: never ceases to be impressed at the system that Kuari, he and Quinn designed that allows Kuari to suit up in seconds. Once she's ready, he turns on his heel and heads back to the Turbolift, which takes them quickly to the transporter room... where he notes the stunned expressions of a few Marines. ::
(23:06:11) CaptHarper: :: would be overcome with worry at sending them into this if she weren't holding it back, so she's being uncharacteristically micromanaging, and then turns to Acacia :: MED: Transporter locks go with out saying, doctor.
(23:07:04) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: shoots Harper a glance, briefly surprised. She realizes it helps to set others' minds at ease and nods her head curtly. :: CO: Already done, Captain.
(23:07:14) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: straightens, attention and focusing on both Wolfe and Kuari ::
(23:07:41) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: deftly grabs a rifle waiting for her and steps onto an empty spot on the transporter pad, flexing her wings before tucking them into the beam's space, and waits ::
(23:07:44) CaptHarper: MED: Thank you. :: stops herself from pacing and sits down at the helm, eyes locked on the station that's on the viewer ::
(23:08:35) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: doesn't say a word as he steps onto the transporter pad and turns to face the console, the team they're joining making room. He takes a phaser rifle handed to him, perfectly in sync with Kuari. He looks over to her for a moment ::
(23:08:43) AmberSun: ::Ears perk up, all hopeful.::
(23:08:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks back at Wolfe and nods ::
(23:09:00) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: looks forward, taking a breath :: TRTech: Energize.
(23:09:44) CaptHarper: ACTION> The away teams dematerialize from Atlantis to go into the fray.
(23:10:04) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:10:04) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:10:05) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM