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:: in the ready room, wrapping up a few things as they arrive ::

:: sits at her station on the bridge, flipping through notes on her console to keep herself steady ::

:: checks the stats as they exit slipstream :: XO: Normal space achieved with a drift of only 264 light-seconds.

:: sitting at main Sci/Ops, looking a long-range sensor readouts, happy to be back to her normal life ::

:: is at her station, keeping an eye on the sensors between glances up at the rest of the crew, wanting to make sure everything was a-okay ::

NAV: ::whispers :: Nice.

:: grins at Wright ::

:: feels the ship exit slipstream and looks out her windows to see an orange star in the distance ::

::in sickbay, fine-tuning the EMH to add a klingon opera subroutine, because why not::

::it might add a little pep to the office environment::

:: looks up at the viewscreen, picking at the hem of her uniform jacket ::

:: files away a report and stands, Picard-maneuvering before checking her hair ::

::Floats across the bridge from the TL, seeming to mutter to himself as he makes his way to his post.:: Self: Oh, yes... there are always new worlds! ::Chuckles as he takes a seat.::

:: shakes her head in slight amusement at Ilaihr's antics, looking up at the viewscreen curiously ::

:: lies on her seat to the right of Harper's chair, but still has the bridge, looking over her console, then occasionally at the crew :: NAV: Thank you, Mr. Navarro.

:: nods to the Commander and returns to his readings, waiting to see where they want to go first ::

XO: As expected, sensors indicate a K-type star and 5 planets.

:: emerges from the ready room on to the bridge with an expression of anticipation :: XO: So, we are here? What do we have? :: clasps her hands ::

:: begins performing cursory long-range scans of the planets and the star::

:: smiles up as Harper enters and indicates the science station :: CO: As Commander Wright just explained, a K-type star with five planets.

XO: Excellent. :: turns to the viewer, but finds there's not much to see yet, other than the relatively nearby star ::

:: listens as she works on her research notes ::

::looks up, seeing the 'exiting slipstream alert':: Computer, save new EMH protocols and deactivate. ::the EMH disappears in an annoyed huff, as he does::

CSO: Which planet would you like to get a closer look at first? Science's discretion.

:: takes her seat, feeling much more like herself lately now that things are back to normal ::

:: appreciates the mundaneness of it all ::

::Whispers under his breath.:: Self: That's is a fairly typical kind of star. Atleast by the looks of it. ::Pauses.:: The crew have alot of scans and tests to do to determine things, and it could be hiding something special; but if not, then one of the planets may be. ::Pauses again.:: Yes perhaps new friends. ::Smiles, and analyses the any effects the system may be having on the ship, if any; checking the navigational deflector patterns.::

:: taps into the sensors she had access to, glancing over the screen quietly while listening ::

:: smiles over at Kuari, glad to be exploring ::

:: ponders :: CO: The terrestrial world with an atmosphere would be the obvious choice, but that ice giant is tempting. Still, an atmosphere.

:: relaxes slowly, starting to feel the routine as well ::

CSO: Ice giants tend to be interesting, but terrestrial worlds with atmospheres are hard to beat, yes. NAV: Zorro, take us there, if you would.

::Perks up at the sound of ice.:: CSO: I'm always partial to Ice.

:: starts focusing sensors on the planet with an atmosphere ::

CEO: We'll do that one next!

CO: Sí, capitana. :: brings the ship about and engages low warp toward the terrestrial planet ::

CEO: ... assuming I get to pick. :: blushes ::

:: grins :: CEO: Why not? It is a science mission, after all.

:: excited, loves science missions ::

:: is also rather partial to them, especially in comparison to combat ::

:: takes a deep breath, turning her gaze hard on her console ::

:: looks over at Wright, smiling, happy the department will get to do their thing for a while ::

:: personally she prefers more active missions, though just being planet-side is also okay ::

Self: Ok, what's next. ::looks at her list of things to do:: Self: Organizing the medical journals...

ACTION> A few minutes later, Atlantis exits warp, and a planet starts to fill the viewer as we approach. Its ice caps seem to extend a fairly long way, but oceans and continents are clearly visible.

CSO: I would be interested to see any information your scans pick up about it. ::Offer a genial smile.:: The ice is often hiding something.

:: watches the viewscreen, pleased ::

NAV: Standard orbit, Mr. Navarro. :: eyes fixed on the viewer, never getting tired of seeing a previously-unexplored world ::

CEO: Er...Of course. :: sends the data from her cursory long-range scans of the ice giant over to the engineering console, dismissing his ominous statement ::

CO: Standard orbit, aye. :: settles Atlantis into orbit ::

:: steals glances at the viewer, curious but keeping herself busy ::

:: watches, hands clenching around her station before turning back to her previous activities ::

:: looks up at the viewer to visually observe the planet for science ::

:: still watching as they enter orbit, taking in every detail her eyes will provide, knowing the sensor data is forthcoming ::

XO: Looks a bit cold.

:: looks down at the scan data pouring in as they orbit :: Self: Interesting. CO: Nitrox atmosphere, 14% oxygen. Habitable, but yeah, pretty chilly down there. Reading plant and animal life, but nothing that seems sapient from what I can see.

:: as they pass into orbital night, the night side of the planet is utterly dark with no signs of light ::

CSO: Perhaps a visit to the equatorial regions would be more pleasant, should we go down there.

:: shivers slightly in sympathy with those non-sapient animals on the surface ::

::Chuckles.:: Self: It reminds me of home.

:: had quite enough of the cold in that year-long night ::

CO: Slightly larger than Earth. Surface gravity is 1.1g. There are eight continents, a few of them have equatorial regions that would be worth considering if you were interested in a landing site.

:: nods in response, the memory of actually developing a winter coat in their year planet-bound coming to mind ::

XO: I think it might be worth taking a look... but after we finish cataloging the system.

:: nods, continuing her scans ::

CSO: We can at least get some samples.

:: turns to look over her shoulder :: CO: You know how I love samples!

:: chuckles, indeed knowing how much her wife loves her samples ::

:: slows her tapping at her console, still listening in. She smiles softly, but then seems briefly confused ::

:: ahems :: CO: I mean, that would potentially yield some good science, Captain.

:: sagenods :: CSO: Of course, Commander.

CSO: Whenever you are ready, let Lt. Navarro know which planet is next.

:: smiles to herself at Wright's enthusiasm ::

CO/NAV: I'll need just a few minutes longer to complete a full scan of this planet, but next let's head out to that ice giant.

CSO: Aye, Commander. :: plots a course and speed out to the ice giant, having it ready to go ::

Bridge: I find ice giants to have a unique beauty, for such hostile places.

Bridge: I hope this one does not disappoint.

:: grumbles, she despises ice planets as a whole ::

:: nods, the sight of the cold, frigid land peaceful from a distance, but terrible to survive in ::

:: nods in agreement ::

Bridge: It has a faint set of rings, which is fascinating.

::hums as she does her chores, clicking on the bridge feed in case something interesting happens::

CSO: Made of ice?

MED: I assume at least partially, though I can't say for sure until the sensors get a better look at them.

Bridge: Ringed planets are always a treat.

:: nods ::

ACTION> A distress call arrives!

:: looks down at her console in surprise :: CO: Captain, we're... receiving a distress call.

:: blinks in surprise, looking down to her console ::

:: perks her ears up, not expecting this at all ::

::looks up in the middle of organizing the coffee pods::

:: tenses slightly, looking up ::

:: frowns with concern :: CSO: Put it on.

CO: It's audio only. :: puts it on the main audio channel ::

::pays closer attention to the feed::

:: looks up, waiting for the distress signal to play ::

:: listens intently ::

ACTION> The distress call crackles across the bridge. "This is the Rixx, to any vessel in range that can help. We are under attack by the Xovul, and our escort has been destroyed. Please assist!"

:: looks up with wide eyes ::

:: then to Kuari ::

Self: Xovul again?

XO: The Rixx is the flagship of the Free Fleets.

:: internally groans.... please, not the Xovul! ::

CSO: Where is it coming from?

:: frowns, brow knitting. She types out a message to warn sickbay ::

CO: A nearby star system, approximately 8.2 light years away. Sending the heading to Nav. :: tappy tap ::

NAV: Engage warp when able, stand by quantum slipstream.

XO: Make the ship ready for slipstream and prepare for battle.

:: the scan finishes, and she sighs ::

:: curses fluently at the news, groaning and turning her focus back to her console, getting the shields ready and checking that the weapons are primed for battle ::

:: warns sickbay that they’re responding to the distress call, watching the bridge more intently now ::

:: overwrites the course to the ice giant with one to the nearby star system, which he feeds into the slipstream computer as well ::

:: buckles her seatbelt in preparation ::

:: then enagages at warp nine ::

:: with the destination so close, the computer is able to provide a slipstream solution quite quickly ::

TAC2: Captain Grey, configure shield geometry for slipstream.

::puts down the coffee pod:: * MED *: Thank you, getting casualty prep underway down here.

CO: Shall I respond to the Rixx?

:: furrows her heavy brows, unhappy to hear about the Xovul, remembering well their last encounter ::

:: nods, fingers tapping to configure the shield geometry in question for slipstream flight, before looking up :: XO: Shields are configured, Commander.

CSO: Yes, tell them we are on our way. We will be there in under a minute once slipstream engages.

:: nods lightly at the acknowledgement, glancing at Kuari but keeping quiet while this goes on ::

::passes the message along to sickbay staff, who scurry into action::

CO: Ready for slipstream.

:: engages the slipstream drive and watches while he waits for the tunnel to form ::

+Rixx+ Rixx, this is the U.S.S. Atlantis. We've received your distress call and we are inbound shortly.

XO: Have the Sharks to get to their fighters and be ready to launch.

:: gets her part in in a moment of quiet :: XO: Sickbay is preparing. :: she leaves out, ‘for mass casualties’ ::

CO: Slipstream in five seconds. :: looks up as the slipstream forms ::

:: also looks up as the ship is pulled into slipstream ::

:: looks back with worry :: CO/XO: No response from the Rixx.

:: looks up from her console, hands squeezing tightly together in slight nervousness, waiting to see what was coming ::

+Engineering+: To all emergency repair teams, prepare for combat conditions. I repeat to all emergency repair team; prepare for Combat Conditions. ::Says it in a strangely dulcet and hypnotic tone.::

+Sharks+ All Sharks pilots, report to your fighters immediately.

:: frowns, worried, not only about the Rixx, but the implications of this attack ::

:: has a bad feeling about this... ::

NAV: Stay safe out there, Zorro.

Suzuki> :: groans at being roused by the comm, but shakes herself awake and out of bed, quickly pulling on enough clothes to get her to the assault bay ::

CO: I will. :: slides out of the helm and darts to the TL ::

:: takes over the helm, checking the readings ::

::sickbay's relaxed quiet atmosphere of just a few minutes ago has now changed to a hum of purposeful coordinated activity::

:: remains looking at the viewscreen, anxious for what is coming... and she had a bad feeling about this too ::

Bridge: Exiting slipstream in thirty seconds.

Red alert!

:: arrives in the assault bay and ducks in to the locker room ::

:: puts on her mean face ::

:: quickly pulls on his flight suit and grabs his helmet ::

:: takes a deep breath, pulling up her red alert screen complete with all the medical sensor feeds ::

Suzuki> :: enters the locker room right behind him and also pulls on her flight suit and grabs her helmet, then runs out to the Shinigami to start her pre-flight ::

+Engineering+: After last encounters with the Xovul, have personnel in critical zones armed, and nearby security teams prepared. The boarders and hand-to-hand combatants.

Ash> :: arrives in the locker room amongst the other bustling pilots, donning her flightsuit, grabbing her helmet and hurrying to her fighter ::

::and, now that the red alert klaxons have begun, an atmosphere of tense anticipation::

:: runs out to the previously-unamed fighter now known as the Rocinante, and powers her up, running through pre-flight ::

:: is ready, taking a stabilizing breath and checking in with the marines that had been put on alert, watching her console intently ::

ACTION> Atlantis exits slipstream into normal space. A Xovul dreadnought is plainly visible on sensors.

:: just puts it on the screen ::

:: immediately starts scanning for lifesigns, looking for escape pods, expecting the worst ::

::sucks in her breath as she looks to the bridge feed screen::

:: frowns at the obtuse helmet-shaped spacecraft ::

:: then speeds in ::

:: plugs in to the Rocinante's ECLSS as he closes his helmet and waits for the launch order ::

Ash> :: runs through preflight checks in her fighter, hyping herself up for a fight ::

ACTION> The Rixx can now be seen, her sensor profile much lower, since she was designed for stealth. She is currently nimbly evading Xovul fire, but has clearly taken some damage.

+CO+ Sickbay's prepped, ma'am.

ACTION> Significant debris also fills the area...

+CMO+ Thank you, doctor.

Suzuki> :: seals herself into the fighter :: +Sharks+ Jester is go.

+Sharks+ Zorro is go.

:: is checking the scans on her console, double-checking as to positions and focusing on the viewscreen, ready for orders ::

Ash> +Sharks+ Spitfire, ready and waiting!

CSO: Hail the Xovul.

:: as they approach but are not yet in weapons range ::

:: hails the Xovul ::

+Sharks+ Stay tight and safe out there. Everyone needs to make it home for the poker game tonight!

:: exhales slowly, tense as she keeps her scans running, getting ready for the coordinated dance of transporting people aboard in an emergency ::

+Xovul+ This is Captain Kathryn Harper of the Federation Starship Atlantis. You are attacking an ally of the Federation and are ordered to cease fire. If you do not, we will be forced to intervene!

Ethan> :: has hurried up to sickbay to offer his aid, slipping into the chaos to help out anyway he could ::

CO: No response.

:: deepens her mean face ::

:: lets out a deep breath ::

TAC2: Weapons free when we are in range. Be sure to take advantage of our knowledge gained from the schematics of those dreadnoughts.

:: mouth forms a grim line :: Self: We couldn't just have one little science mission, huh?

:: sighs raggedly ::

:: is ready to open fire, glancing to the Captain :: CO: Yes ma'am. :: to herself: Self: They won't stand a chance against Atlantis... at least, we shouldn't take that much damage. Hopefully.

:: sighs with disappointment as she plans their attack vector ::

ACTION> The Rixx is nimble, and is evading much of the Xovul fire. She's firing back, but intermittently.

:: sends her planned attack pattern to the tactical console ::

CO: The Sharks are ready to launch, Captain.

::looks over the triage area that they have set up, satisfied that it's ready to go, and looks anxiously at the viewscreen::

:: nods to Lexy and keys the comm herself :: +Sharks+ Sharks, Firefly. You are go for launch. Good hunting.

:: slides the attack pattern into the systems, checking the weapons and shields one more time before giving a small self-satisifed nod :: CO: Shields are active, weapons are primed, Captain. Ready for whatever happens.

Suzuki> +Sharks+ Go time.

ACTION> Xovul fighters are now visible, also harrying the Rixx, and having more success than the dreadnought.

:: lifts off the deck and shoots out the door ::

Suzuki> :: follows just behind and off Zorro's wing ::

TAC2: Fire.

Ash> :: files out the assault bay doors in turn with her squad mates, ready for action ::

:: taps the firing command into the console, targeting the dreadnought's weak points known from their previous encounters ::

:: watches her console, each Shark popping up as they launch ::

Suzuki> :: rockets toward the action, already picking targets ::

:: sweeps into the attack pattern, designed to give Grey the best shots ::

CO: I can have repair teams prepped to assist the Rixx on your order, if the opportunity presents itself, Captain.

:: picks out a fighter and locks microquantums ::

CEO: I expect that it will, Commander.

:: is thankful that the Captain was setting up the attack pattern to give her the best shot, moving to target the weak points on the dreadnought one after another to hopefully avoid giving them a chance to repair or at least shield any targets ::

Ash> :: breaks off when an enemy fighter wanders near her sights and locks on ::

:: fires when his lock is solid, and catches that fighter by surprise, obliterating it ::

TAC2: Quantum torpedos there! :: highlights a point that presented itself as they sweep by ::

Suzuki> :: strafes the Xovul fighters with phaser fire, harrying them so that her squadmates can get a better shot ::

:: then enters the dance with the rest of them that they didn't surprise :: Let's dance...

:: to her XO :: Is that... the Atlantis, of all ships?

:: grins, shooting the target that the Captain had pointed out with the torpedoes in question as they fly by :: CO: Thank you! :: resumes sending phasers to the various weak points, not focusing on any other target ::

Ash> :: is surprised by her target's unexpected evasion and deals a glancing blow, then keeps after it until it explodes ::

:: cackles :: Bailamos, fuckers! :: drops in behind one and lights it up ::

Hadley> :: checking his screen :: HRH: It is, my Queen!

:: keeps a close eye on her lifesign scans, tense, brow furrowed, gut feeling still bad... ::

Suzuki> :: pulls some fancy flying to get behind a target and blow it away with torpedos, then banks away, narrowly avoiding phaser fire from her left ::

Either way, help is here. Keep it together. Mr. Taev, now is the time for your plasma torpedoes.

:: brings Atlantis back around as the Dreadnought changes its target to us ::

:: checks her seatbelt ::

:: starts some evasives, but the big ship is not as maneuverable as the Rixx ::

:: is humming as she continues to target the weak points, trying to increase the speed of damage that the dreadnought was taking so they could limit their own damage ::

:: loops around and rolls in behind another target ::

:: buckles her seatbelt as well, taking another deep breath to steady herself ::

Taev> Ready, your majesty.

Taev: Fire!

Suzuki> :: grins in the solitude of her helmet as they pick off the Xovul fighters one by one ::

ACTION> The Rixx fires three Romulan plasma torpedoes, straight into the dreadnought.

ACTION> A volley of disruptor and torpedo fire assails Atlantis.

:: grimaces and holds on to her console ::

:: grips her seat as Atlantis shudders ::

:: grips her console, watching the viewscreen for a moment with a sharp squint ::

:: forgot to fasten her seatbelt, so she wraps her legs around the seat and holds on ::

Ash> :: finds herself evading as a fighter finds her tail, but manages to fire off a couple shots at a passing target as she does so ::

ACTION> The dreadnought tags the Rixx as well, finally catching her with a square hit.

:: curses at the impact, glancing to the shields :: CO: Shields at 90%! :: before turning back to returning fire to the dreadnought, muttering curses under her breath ::

::wobbles a bit as Atlantis rocks from weapons fire::

TAC2: Keep focusing on their weak points and we will be fine, Captain Grey.

Ethan> :: staggers, but regains his balance quickly and hurrying to help keep a medical cart from toppling over ::

Suzuki> :: whips in behind the fighter that's chasing Ash, trying to get a lock ::

:: nods, focusing to targeting the weak points in question, sending phasers their way ::

:: drops in behind a fighter that's chasing Suzuki chasing Ash ::

ACTION> The dreadnought does start to falter, seemingly already damaged from the fight before we arrived.

:: flip-turns Atlantis like a fighter, straining the inertial dampeners, and rushes right at that central weak point :: TAC2: There!

Ash> :: sees Suzuki and risks smoothing out her turn in order to force her tail to do the same ::

:: at the end of a snake of fighters, he gets a lock on his target and fires ::

:: sees the faltering dreadnought, and continues to keep the fire coming, turning to aim at the central weak point and unleashing a blast of phasers followed by a torpedo... kinda overboard, but if it did what it's supposed to do, then no more issue. ::

Suzuki> :: finally manages to get the lock and punches Spitfire's tail with two microquantums, blowing it to smithereens :: +Sharks+ Nice teamwork.

Mr. Taev... again. :: coughs ::

Ash> ::whoops in her cockpit ::

Taev> :: fires the plasma torpedoes, and they slam into the same area Atlantis was targeting ::

Hadley> My Queen, you need to—

:: cuts him off :: Thank you, Mr. Hadley.

::mutters as the newly arranged stack of coffee pods spills all over the floor, from the flip-turn::

+Sharks+ Definitely! Keep it up!

:: rolls away from the debris that was his target ::

:: keeps a finger hovering over the signals to beam up the Sharks, tense ::

Suzuki> :: peels off straight down, making a wide arcing turn back up while surveying the battlefield for her next target ::

:: takes a quick glance, and sends another wave of phaser shots to another weak point that was visible with a quiet hum ::

:: yaws as they pass to keep the quantum launcher on target ::

:: then, once they pass, she dives and rolls hard, coming back around for another attack ::

:: grumbles, staggering slightly before releasing another wave of attacks on the central weak point ::

ACTION> The dreadnought unleashes another volley of fire on both ships, connecting on with Atlantis on several shots, and the Rixx on one good one.

ACTION> Those hits were definitely noticeable on Atlantis, causing incidental damage across the ship as systems strain to contain the surges.

::grabs onto a biobed and holds on to keep herself from tumbling to the floor also::

Ethan> :: actually loses his balance, and curses before scrambling back up and resuming his previous task ::

:: grunts as her body strains against the seatbelt :: Self: Can't they just stop it already!?

:: rolls away from a disruptor shot that tagged his shields and drops in behind another Xovul fighter, clearing it with microquantums ::

:: grips her seat hard :: CEO: Damage report!

ACTION> The Rixx takes another hit, but is somehow continuing to evade.

:: grips on her console to keep herself straight, grumbling :: Bridge: Who's bloody-damn genius idea was it to have the tactical crew standing? :: continues sending phaser shots at the dreadnought's weak points, whatever was closest.

:: flinches, guarding herself from raining sparks before looking back to her console. She occasionally glances at the screen, still uncertain. ::

Suzuki> Self: Shit! :: ducks and takes evasive maneuvers as a Xovul fighter comes out of nowhere and lights her up ::

:: sees an opportunity and surges the ship toward it :: TAC2: Quantum torpedos, there!

::Braces hard to his console, before he's able to check.:: XO: Power surges across multiple decks. Shields down to 67%

:: arcs back around to scatter some phaser fire at the bandit harrassing Jester ::

::is beginning to get casualties in due to sparking consoles::

:: then closes the distance ::

:: taps into the torpedoes, unleashing them on the point the Captain had pointed out before switching back to the phasers, working on trying to keep the Dreadnought distracted from their major targets ::

ACTION> The Rixx joins in our volley once more, and the great dreadnought begins to break apart.

XO: Redistributing excess power to back into the shield matrix and structural integrity field to compensate...

Hadley: Get clear! :: coughs in the smoke on her bridge ::

Ethan> :: is running the dermal regenerator over crew members that come in with burns, trying to not worry about his wife up there... this was his job, and that was hers. ::

ENG: I'll see if I can find some more power for you!

+Sharks+ Get away from the dreadnought, it's going to blow!

Suzuki> :: doesn't look or ask questions, just peels away ::

:: fires a microtorp before he veers off, destroying the fighter that had been on Jester's tail ::

CSO: Negative... moving power from weapons to the engines...

Ash> :: turns tail and flees the hulking, failing ship ::

:: pulls Atlantis away from the rapidly disassembling dreadnought ::

:: watches the viewscreen, wide-eyed ::

:: opens her mouth to give an order, but shuts it when Ilaihr already announces that he's doing so ::

:: checks the shield levels, bracing herself for the rapidly exploding dreadnought as she watched the viewscreen, expression intense ::

ACTION> Atlantis, Rixx, and the Sharks all peel away as the dreadnought breaks into several pieces before exploding.

Suzuki> +Sharks+ Thanks for the assist, Zorro!

+Sharks+ Any time, Jester. Good hunting, all of you.

ACTION> The remaining Xovul fighters were caught in the explosion of their mothership.

CO: Sharks are clear of the explosion. The Rixx is hailing us.

CSO: Bring the Sharks home, and put the Rixx up.

+Sharks+ Good work out there, Sharks. Come on home. :: taps to put the Rixx on the main screen ::

:: appears on the screen, her normally austere form now battered and bruised, her raven hair a disheveled mess, and her alabaster skin bloodied, behind her, the bridge of the Rixx is a mess of fire and smoke ::

Suzuki> :: points her fighter toward Atlantis, thinking about her bed again already ::

:: shoots toward the Atlantis's assault bay ::

:: watches the screen, frowning ::

:: looks at Ashexana with surprise ::

:: smiles with surprise and gratitude :: +CO+ Captain Harper. I never expected yours to be the face of my savior. Thank you.

:: looks up at the screen in slight surprise, expression concerned ::

:: stands :: +HRH+ Your highness. We stand ready to render any assistance you require.

Ash> :: heads on home, counting her kills ::

:: nods, weakly :: +CO+ Thank you. I—and the Free Fleets—cannot possibly express the depths of our grati— :: coughs, and blood trickles from her mouth as she slumps ::

:: gasps, alarmed ::

Hadley> :: appears on screen, a tall man with an impeccably-groomed brown mustache :: Our sickbay is destroyed and our doctors are dead. We request medical assistance for the Queen!

:: straightens in concern, poised to move ::

:: jumps :: CSO: Can we beam her aboard?

::looks up to the bridge feed:: +MED+ Do you have a lock on her?

+Hadley+ Of course! CSO: Beam her to sickbay!

:: nods, already going through the appropriate motions ::

CO: I have a lock. Energizing.

+CMO+: Incoming.

Ethan> :: hears what's going on, and gets his patient finished before moving to Tailor's side :: CMO: What's the status report on Her Royal Highness?

:: is alarmed, but keeps her cool as the crew takes care of it, then checks the structural integrity of the Rixx again on her console ::

+MED+ Understood. Ethan: Not here yet...

ACTION> HRH Queen Ashexana I appears on a biobed in the sickbay of Atlantis, on the brink of death.

:: taps at her console :: +CMO+: We should also send a triage team to the Rixx.

Ethan: And there she is. ::immediately starts running scans and getting the Queen stabilized with the help of her capable staff::

Hadley> :: closes the channel now that his Queen is away, and settles into the business of damage assessment ::

ACTION> The Rixx is now visible on the main viewer, a silvery, sleek, graceful ship, its central body a shallow arc, flanked by two smaller arcs that serve as warp nacelles. Her usual pristine appearance is marred by substantial battle damage, but she's in one piece.

Ethan> :: wants to curse so badly, but keeps his calm expression and hurries to the biobed occupied by the Queen, slipping into the busy medical staff around the Queen neatly ::

:: taps at her console, making preparations and tagging some medical officers to head to the transporter room ::

+MED+ Do it. I'm working on the Queen at the moment. Have them beamed directly to ICU.

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