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(6:10:50 PM) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(6:10:51 PM) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(6:10:51 PM) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(6:11:26 PM) CaptHarper: :: on the bridge, sitting in her chair for once, spending a bit of effort not to pace ::
(6:12:09 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Sweat formed on his brow as he tried to steady his breath, exhaling slowly as he set his gaze back to the device in front of him::
(6:12:30 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: experiences surgical paralysis as actively as anyone can. ::
(6:12:34 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: is currently in her medberth, dozing. Her husband was also present, being careful of her monitors. ::
(6:12:51 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: takes a deep breath as she sees the end in sight. She's stitching back together muscle inside Wolfe's wounds. ::
(6:13:36 PM) CaptHarper: :: with so many bridge officers missing, it's hard for her not to be worried, but Kuari's absence weighs on her the most ::
(6:13:41 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::just now getting done with a long string of surgeries due to the battle, which is probably why no one has seen her in the main ward for a while. Steps out of the surgical suite where she's been holed up, and takes a breath.::
(6:13:53 PM) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is sprawled across a biobed in Sickbay, her wings and tip of her tail drooped off the sides, unconscious ::
(6:14:30 PM) AmberSun: ::Continues to mull around sickbay, assisting nurses and doctors as they ask for it, passing glances at Grey as he goes; glad the biped is finally resting.::
(6:14:45 PM) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: at her console ::
(6:15:31 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Slowly he approached the explosive, closing his eyes once more before taking a knee in front of it. Running his hands across the face of it his fingers ran along the facing panel looking for any way he could remove it and get a look at the insides, his digits slightly trembling. ::
(6:15:46 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: Has Kuari's bed lowered by the nurses, bringing in another nurse to help hold the heavy equipment needed to treat her internal injuries. ::
(6:16:04 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: Ethan> :: looks at the bear, eyes narrowing slightly as he gently laid a hand on Ryleigh's hand ::
(6:16:18 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is focusing on the away team's comms, trying hard to stay busy and not think ::
(6:17:14 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: ... ::
(6:18:23 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: finally closes up the last stitch and sits back, letting out a groan. She glances at the clock, then down at all of the blood on her hands. For once she's glad the scrubs are red. She asks a nurse to take Wolfe to recovery and stands up to stretch her legs. ::
(6:19:07 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: After some light probing his fingers sunk into an indent around the corners, with a few clicks he had the cover free and set it down gently as if it as well was volatile. :: *Bridge* Bridge Ch'ovhahlass here, I've removed the panel and have begun my diagnostic of the interior systems.
(6:19:09 PM) CaptHarper: :: has to do something, unable to take it anymore :: CSO: Commander, get me Commander T'Lira.
(6:19:13 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: monitoring the process of securing enemy combatants and keeping an eye on the engineer ::
(6:19:17 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: :: Doesn't even get to the second breath before yet another roster is shoved into her hands with more patients. Flips through and gasps as she reads a name:: Self: Kuari?
(6:19:44 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: strips off a bloody glove and taps her combadge :: CO: Wolfe is stable.
(6:20:10 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *ENG* Acknowledged, Ensign. How much time is left on the countdown?
(6:20:51 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: strips off the rest of her bloody scrubs and walks back into sick bay, a new chart in her hand moments later ::
(6:20:51 PM) CaptHarper: *MED* Thank you, doctor. :: a hint of relief creeps through in her tone, but there's plenty of worry left :: Nicely done.
(6:21:52 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: allows himself a moment of relief when the beeping of Kuari's heart rate monitor finally stabilizes. He begins running test after test, ensuring he's gotten every organ that was fried back in working order. Nurses run back and forth to the testing station. ::
(6:22:46 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Wipes brow while he tried to asses the time :: *CSO* Not entirely sure commander, I have a rough estimate at best. :: Running his fingertips along power lanes he swallowed. :: *CSO* At most we have in the range of an hour. At the least...maybe half.
(6:22:47 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::skims through Kuari's chart as she heads in the direction of her biobed:: Straynj: How's she doing?
(6:24:24 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: briefly glances up as Tailor enters, then begins rattling off what he knows :: CMO: We've got most of the major damage repaired, we're looking for smaller things now. She was hit with a ah.. lighting bolt.
(6:25:21 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::quirks an eyebrow:: Straynj: Lightning bolt? That's unusual.
(6:25:46 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Ensign Chovhahlass says he believes we have between 30 and 60 minutes to detonation. I'll open a channel to Commander T'Lira for you now.
(6:26:19 PM) CaptHarper: :: idly figures she should have done that herself, but nods :: CSO: Thank you.
(6:27:09 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: nods in agreement. He's using a heavy-duty tissue regenerator to repair Kuari's fried kidney as he speaks :: CMO: Highly. Internal burns, moreso than external. We're testing metabolic functions now.. :: he glances over to where the nurse will come from when the results are in. ::
(6:28:23 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *TAC* Atlantis to T'Lira.
(6:28:29 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: stirs awake from her rest at the moment, looking over to see the abandoned chair with her uniform folded on it neatly. She stood, slipping into the pants then shirt, tugging out the monitor leads calmly ::
(6:28:47 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* T'Lira here.
(6:28:54 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods to Kate ::
(6:29:21 PM) CaptHarper: :: stands :: *TAC* Commander, aside from the bomb, is the situation secure over there?
(6:29:46 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Stress was making his stomach turn but if he could just find the triggering mechanism he could have something to work with. While all the parts were standard the layout was...peculiar to be blunt. ::
(6:30:16 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: Straynj: How about neurological complications?
(6:30:50 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CO* It is, Captain. There are currently no active threats aside from the explosive, and the worst of the injured have been transported to the Atlantis.
(6:32:24 PM) CaptHarper: *TAC* Thank you, that is good news. I need you to start preparing the civilians for transport to a secured cargo bay.
(6:32:48 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: shakes his head worriedly, directing Tailor to one of the monitors where a nurse helpfully pulls up Kuari's brain scans pre and post injury. :: CMO: I'm not... sure. Could be, could be nothing. She's not a species I work with often. :: he half-jokes, wrist-deep in his work ::
(6:33:52 PM) AmberSun: ::Steps out into the corridor, making a whining sound, before sitting down for a moment.::
(6:34:25 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CO* Aye, sir. :: turns to start issuing orders, always maintaining a watch on the engineer. One could never be too careful where explosive devices were concerned ::
(6:34:56 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Whoever designed the component layout for this should be drawn and quartered. Nothing about it made sense, sections just ended, lanes cut off, it's like they made this just to be annoying. Cursing quietly under his breath he lays down on his side and begins to carefully remove fluff, it was looking as though the trigger was deeper within. ::
(6:35:12 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::brings up the files she has on rucara, flipping through the physiological information:: Straynj: Good thing rucara are tougher than most humanoids, or she'd probably be dead now.
(6:35:39 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: begins recovery and all the weird sensations that ensue. He's struck with the trickle of consciousness returning. That first moment in recovery is many things; none of them is, "nice." ::
(6:36:51 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: chuckles morbidly, as Doctors do :: CMO: Well we're all grateful for that. :: he looks up as a nurses scurries in, holding a PADD for him to read. :: CMO: Oh, good. Her numbers are stabilizing, we just need to finish patching her up.
(6:37:30 PM) CaptHarper: *TAC* Thank you, Commander. Let us know when you have transports ready
(6:38:33 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: sits down on the edge of the berth, attention fixed on Kuari and Wolfe. She was waiting for a medic to come by and discharge her ::
(6:38:47 PM) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: at the helm without much to do, but monitoring the stationkeeping and networking with the other ships ::
(6:39:15 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: arrives in recovery, looking at Grey's pout. She raises an eyebrow, checking her chart. :: Grey: How's your breathing?
(6:39:34 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::peers at the brain scans, comparing them pre and post injury:: Straynj: Very good. We'll just have to keep monitoring her in case anything shows up. I don't have a precedent to work with, given she's my first and only rucara patient...
(6:39:37 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: *CSO* Commander, I think I know a way we could reroute the detonation trigger to one of our own design, I need some materials beamed over. If this works it'll not recognize it's original countdown timer and we can work from there.
(6:40:08 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: MED: Like normal, nothing else going on. :: grins slightly, expression fading from the serious::
(6:40:20 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: singing :: We... all live... in a yellow sub... marine... :: shouts :: SEMPER FI!
(6:40:57 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *ENG* Understood, Ensign, can you send over specifications for exactly what you need?
(6:41:01 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: plugs her ears at Wolfe's singing :: Self: Damnit... he's a horrible singer
(6:41:12 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: shrugs as he closes up the incision, offering a dashing smile. :: Nurses: Let's get her cleaned up and into recovery. CMO: And mine. Would you like the honor of telling the Captain?
(6:41:13 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: sings :: a yell... ow... sub... marine :: shouts :: SEMPER FI!
(6:41:41 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: snags the pillow on her berth, throwing it Wolfe's way :: CTO: Shut it, sir.
(6:42:22 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::looks over to Wolfe as he starts up with the singing:: Self: Gotta say, it's not the worst singing I've ever heard post-op.
(6:42:32 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: sings :: a... ... yellow... sub... :: shouts :: SEMPER FI! :: back to singing :: marine...
(6:42:46 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: waves a tricorder wand at Grey's chest, rolling her eyes. She checks the time, then begins taking the wires off of Grey's shoulders. :: Grey: Alright, I think you're good to go. But pay attention to your breathing. Take anything you notice seriously.
(6:43:00 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: He diligently jots out the details and shoots them back to the Atlantis. Eyes falling to the charge humming quietly in front of him. ::
(6:43:09 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smirks :: Grey: I've seen worse.
(6:43:23 PM) CaptHarper: ACTION> The bomb beeps.
(6:43:45 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: AmberSun: In case you were wondering, this is normal.. I've seen weirder. ::smirks::
(6:44:16 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: grins :: MED: Yes ma'am... if anything feels weird, I'll let you know. :: hurrying out of the medbay so she wouldn't be tempted to throw another pillow at Wolfe, and onto the bridge again, sliding into place at her console ::
(6:44:26 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks over the specifications he's sent ::
(6:44:47 PM) CaptHarper: :: smiles at Grey as she enters, glad to see one of her marines back in action :: TAC2: Welcome back, lieutenant.
(6:44:54 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: ::His almond eyes widened briefly as his silence was broken, it's not supposed to do that. It is very specifically not supposed to do that, I mean it is but not right now. ::
(6:45:12 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: walks over to Wolfe, gently jostling him by the arm to see if he becomes more conscious. :: CTO: Colonel?
(6:45:14 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain, Ensign Chovhahlass is requesting these materials in order to stop the countdown timer. Permission to have them replicated and beamed over?
(6:45:29 PM) CaptHarper: CSO: Granted, whatever he needs.
(6:45:29 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CO: Glad to be back... did you know Lt. Colonel Wolfe sings when he's under anesthesia?
(6:45:50 PM) CaptHarper: TAC2: I... did not. :: finds that prospect to be odd ::
(6:45:50 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: Straynj: Sure, I can let the Captain know. And Doctor, you've done a fine job, thank you.
(6:46:07 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: sends down orders to have them replicated and waits to hear that they're ready ::
(6:46:10 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::sighs as she goes in to Wolfe's room to check on him::
(6:46:21 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: Straynj> :: offers a half-salute, not touching anything with his bloody hand. He goes to clean up. ::
(6:46:22 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: shouts :: HeeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEeee! Oh, Captain, my Captain! The... hotty... on the... bridge...
(6:46:39 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: grins, logging into the console :: CO: Yep. He's a horrible singer as well
(6:46:59 PM) CaptHarper: TAC2: That, I can believe. Anyway... :: casts that mental picture aside :: I need you to have cargo bay two secured to receive prisoners.
(6:47:02 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: snorts, covering her mouth but not her laughter. :: Self: Right then.
(6:47:46 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: salutes slightly, fingers flying to secure cargo bay two ::
(6:47:57 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: looks over and sees Acacia :: MED: Why, 'ello there.
(6:48:25 PM) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is cleaned up ::
(6:48:47 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: EOD was something that was covered in the academy of course but never would he of that he so soon have to deal with something like this. That beep unnerved him something fierce though and while this idea was considered as a contingency he didn't think he might have to implement it. ::
(6:49:02 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: leans over Wolfe, looking at his eyes for consciousness before taking out her tricorder and sitting next to him to scan him. :: CTO: Good morning, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?
(6:49:48 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::doesn't hold back a smirk as she glances over Wolfe's vitals:: MED: Looks like you've got this. Just let me know if you need a hand.
(6:50:28 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: nods to tailor, then sighs with relief as she sees Kuari being wheeled into recovery. ::
(6:51:40 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is notified that the items are ready :: *ENG* Ensign, I have your supplies ready to beam over.
(6:53:17 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::steps back out and taps her badge:: *CO*: Captain, Kuari's out of surgery now. She's doing fine for now, but we'll be keeping a close eye on her in the next few hours for any residual effects. You can see her once she's woken up from the anesthetic.
(6:54:04 PM) CaptHarper: *CMO* Wonderful, doctor! :: relief floods into her voice :: Please, keep me updated, and great work down there.
(6:54:24 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: looks back at the ceiling, or through it and begins singing again :: We all... live... in... a yellow sub... marine... :: shouts :: SEMPER FI! :: turns back to Acacia again :: MED: Why yes, I do believe I'll take the red one. And did you know... the Captain has... a really nice...
(6:54:28 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: --All: WOHOKAYTHERE :: she yells over Wolfe, quietly facepalming afterwards. ::
(6:54:53 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: *CO*: Thank you ma'am. I have an excellent team down here. And I'll keep you apprised. Tailor out.
(6:55:39 PM) CaptHarper: :: sits down and thinks a moment about the next step ::
(6:56:18 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: With his free hand he tapped his commbadge :: *CSO* Appreciated Commander, the bomb produced the beep, more than likely indicating countdown, possibly emitting in 10 minute intervals. I'll attempt to install a small force field around the payload, if detonated no danger will be posed to the ship but...Sir, I suggest recalling all but myself from the area.
(6:56:41 PM) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is gently transferred to a biobed in the recovery ward, nearby a yelling Marine, none the wiser ::
(6:56:45 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: settles back in her chair, glad to be out of the medbay ::
(6:57:01 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: flips through Wolfe's records to see if it was ever written down that he reacts to anaesthetic, bemusedly shaking her head all the while. :: CTO: Why don't you get some rest, sir.
(6:57:07 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *ENG* Acknowledged, Ensign, I'll advise the Captain of your recommendation. I'm energizing your supplies now.
(6:58:07 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: ::finishes taking that breather, pulling up a seat next to Kuari's bed to monitor her vitals::
(6:58:10 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain, Ensign Chovhahlass has indicated that the bomb beeped. He's planning to attempt to install a force field around the payload but suggests recalling everyone but him from the area.
(6:58:59 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: MED: Rest? Why would I need rest? Pah. There's so much time and so little to do! ... Wait. Strike that. Reverse it.
(6:59:37 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: perks an eyebrow as she gets an actual response, asking again. :: CTO: How are you feeling? Do you know where you are?
(7:00:43 PM) CaptHarper: :: nods :: CSO: Have the Marines and security forces back off from that immediate area, but continue their work preparing civilians to transport. :: doubts that it will be far enough, but the work has to be done ::
(7:01:16 PM) CaptHarper: ACTION> The bomb beeps again. It is a soothing, polite beep, as if to say that everything is alright.
(7:01:21 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CO: Cargo bay two is secured, ma'am.
(7:02:05 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Thee turning in his stomach boiled over into frustration and then rage, that was such a long shot that it almost felt stupid but still, if it could remove the danger to the ships. After a few haggard breaths he steadied his hands once more and looking the trigger over, double checking for any mechanisms that might trip the bomb if the trigger is tampered::
(7:02:50 PM) CaptHarper: TAC2: Thank you, lieutenant. Stand by to receive prisoners, since I imagine some must be ready by now.
(7:03:31 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: MED: This is... a yellow sub... yellow sub... marine... and the Captain has... has... wait... :: shakes his head slowly from side to side and looks at Acacia with clear eyes, now only slightly aware of his words a moment ago :: MED: We're... aboard Atlantis. You're... Doctor... Acacia. :: has mercifully begun to forget his previous statements :: Did... Did I... eh...
(7:03:44 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: indeed some prisoners are ready, and she's begun tagging them for transport ::
(7:04:07 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *TAC* Commander T'Lira, be advised that you are ordered to back off from the immediate area of the explosive device but continue your work to prep civilians for transport.
(7:04:08 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: With the supplies in hand he begins to carefully install a buffer that would intercept orders from the bomb to the trigger to detonate, instead making it to where the signal would be nullified. ::
(7:04:46 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: clears up a bit more :: MED: Did I say anything untoward recently?
(7:05:07 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: chuckles, raising a finger close to his face and slowly pulling it back and forth. :: CTO: Of course not. Your name and rank?
(7:05:29 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* Understood, Commander. :: tags a few more for transport and then sets a perimeter at a moderate distance from the device, making sure nobody is within that perimeter ::
(7:07:06 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: CO: Yes ma'am. Watching and waiitng for transport...
(7:07:18 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: MED: Major Benedict... James... Tobias Malcolm... Thomas Andrew Mervyn Isaac... Joseph Basil Wolfe, of the United Federation of Planets Marine Corps.
(7:08:13 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: MED: I may have missed a few of my given names, Ma'am.
(7:08:57 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: blinks, impressed. :: CTO: Well. That's fine. Do you know what has happened today?
(7:09:38 PM) CMO_Lt_Tailor: Self: And to think I only have one middle name.. I feel deprived.
(7:09:47 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: is suddenly totally clear :: MED: Commander Kuari! Is she... ?
(7:10:10 PM) XO_Cdr_Kuari: ...
(7:10:43 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Okay the buffer is correctly installed, now he just needed to install their trigger and set it. Everything seemed to be falling into place, so long as he could make sure all the right commands would get issued to the device things would be alright ::
(7:10:58 PM) CaptHarper: ACTION> The bomb boops.
(7:11:06 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: glances back at Kuari, but keeps her focus. :: CTO: Fine. Just like you. But she'll also feel a bit out of it for a while.
(7:12:22 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: relaxes :: MED: And I haven't been a Major for a bit. It seems that might have been my last bit of rust. What all did you have to do to me?
(7:12:52 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: With an audible groan he slumped his head, why couldn't this thing just be quiet? If it's going to kill him he'd rather not know about it. ::
(7:13:42 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: counts about thirty ready for transport, and then counts again, coming up with thirty-one this time. Someone had been hiding behind another person :: *Atlantis* T'Lira to Atlantis, I have thirty-one prisoners tagged for transport.
(7:15:01 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Deep breaths...With the trigger half way installed he looked at the field emitter in his hand and rolled his eyes. What a dumb idea and tossed it ::
(7:16:24 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: relaxes a bit at his increasing coherence. :: CTO: Sewing up lacerations, repairing muscle tissue mostly. A few nicks to your organs. You'll be fine. :: she then grins, grabbing the wrapped object from the table. :: CTO: You strike me as the sort of person who might want this? :: she offers the knife she'd surgically removed from him, after having had a nurse run it through a sterilizer of course. ::
(7:16:46 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: *TAC* Aye, Commander. Please confirm which cargo bay has been secured for them? :: didn't hear an exact destination anywhere ::
(7:17:13 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: stays at her console, fingers running over the keys :: CSO: Cargo Bay two.
(7:20:42 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods and acknowledgement and thanks at Grey, but waits for T'Lira to confirm ::
(7:20:45 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: :: takes the knife, this his first time to truly examine it. The teeth on it are vicious. He turns it over, slowly twirling it about, admiring it :: MED: The Klingons could learn a thing or two about knives from the Xovul.
(7:20:50 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: With the final click it was installed, he exhaled shakily as he fell onto his back :: *CSO* Commander, the buffer and trigger have been to my knowledge have been successfully installed, we should be safe to beam aboard.
(7:21:51 PM) CTO_LtC_Wolfe: MED: Alright, then. How long until I'm able to queue up my ranks?
(7:23:05 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: regards it with little enthusiasm, but she must admit :: CTO: It is pretty interesting. Oh, uh.. give it five minutes, if you can bear it. :: she gets up to check on Kuari. ::
(7:23:24 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: *CSO* I am uncertain as to the exact location, I was never informed. I was simply instructed to prepare them for transport to a secured cargo bay, in the captain's exact words. :: the eyebrow has gone up once more ::
(7:23:51 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain, Ensign Chovhahlass says he believes that he has neutralized the bomb's triggering mechanism and that it should be safe to beam aboard, should we wish it? Also, can you please confirm that the civilians are ready to be beamed to cargo bay 2?
(7:29:26 PM) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is completely relaxed on her biobed, under the remains of a sedative as her body continues to heal, only a slight twitch of her paw evidence that she's alive. Her jaw has slackened, her long thin tongue lolled out, a little trail of drool pooling on the water resistant cushion below her head ::
(7:30:04 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: looks at the captain carefully :: CO: May I... go check in on Wolfe real quick?
(7:30:41 PM) CaptHarper: :: shakes head, needing a tactical officer on the bridge :: TAC2: Not at the moment, lieutanant.
(7:31:09 PM) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: casually wipes up Kuari's drool and tosses the rag into the disposal before moving on to the next patient. ::
(7:31:25 PM) TAC2_1LT_Grey: :: nods, turning back to her console, focusing on her work ::
(7:34:28 PM) CaptHarper: CSO: Go ahead and start beaming the prisoners to cargo bay two.
(7:35:16 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Aye, Captain. :: taps a few keys and notifies T'Lira that she'll be energizing them in batches ::
(7:35:40 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: acknowledges and begins tagging more as the Marines round them up ::
(7:36:31 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Sitting up he looks at the bomb and a grin comes across his face as he chuckles quietly. Self: Now you only do the talking when I ask, got it?
(7:36:55 PM) CaptHarper: ACTION> The bomb politely beeps.
(7:37:17 PM) CaptHarper: :: taps her commbadge :: *ENG* Harper to Chovhahlass.
(7:38:19 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Smile vanishes:: Self: Don't get cute with me. :: Presses his badge :: *CO* Go ahead Captain.
(7:39:13 PM) CaptHarper: *ENG* Well done on the bomb, Ensign. Now, I need to access their computer systems. Do you think you can do that?
(7:40:49 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: :: Leaning his head back he closes his eyes and smiles:: *CO* After what I just went through? You got it. There should be a primary access point nearby, I'll get on it.
(7:41:18 PM) CaptHarper: *ENG* Thank you. We are specifically after ship schematics, but will take everything we can get.
(7:44:40 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: beams the last of the civilians aboard :: *TAC* Commander T'Lira, can you please confirm that all civilians have been transported?
(7:44:40 PM) ENG_Ens_Chovhahlass: *CO* I'll set up a direct feed to transmit directly back to the Atlantis, Ch'ovhahlass out. :: Hopping to his feet he made his way to the nearest console. ::
(7:45:16 PM) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: looks around briefly :: *CSO* Confirmed. All of the civilians have been transported.
(7:46:02 PM) CaptHarper: :: alights back on her chair, though doesn't settle into it ::
(7:46:51 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Captain, Commander T'Lira confirms that all of the civilians have been beamed aboard. They are secure in cargo bay two.
(7:48:00 PM) CaptHarper: CSO: Good. Scan the station for any remaining lifesigns that are not Starfleet.
(7:48:25 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Initiating scan. :: tap taps keys and awaits results ::
(7:50:06 PM) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: There appear to be a few non-Starfleet lifesigns in the far reaches of the station, Captain.
(7:50:12 PM) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(7:50:13 PM) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(7:50:13 PM) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM