<USS Atlantis> USS Atlantis Sim Log 0306.03
- From: CaptainSullivan@xxxxxxx
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- Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2003 23:56:48 EDT
The crew will be pleased to know that the replicators are back online again
and no longer serving warp coolant as its breakfast of champions.
The holodeck simulation proved that the fighter squadron does indeed
understand the difference between forward and reverse and how to target the bad
guys.
Medical should find some relief now that people are no longer drinking blue
stuff.
Welcome to 2nd Lieutenant Mark Randal to the Security Department. Now maybe
Zinthys can find out what it is like to have a personal life.... :::crosses
her fingers::::
Suli
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-HUT!
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: :::gives Axe a cookie::::
Nvaaron: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Kiley Airell: <bak>
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: First of all, please welcome 2Lt. Mark Randal to the
security department! ::points to Nvaaron::
MajorAZinthys: ::Cheers wildly::
Lt TKirr: Welcome!
EnsAxelrod: Welcome Aboard.
Kiley Airell: Welcome . . . Zinthys, keep this one alive this time, will ya??
MajorAZinthys: ::sucks teeth:: Oh, man...
MajorAZinthys: Do I have to?
Kiley Airell: yes!
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, alright, pipe down.
Kiley Airell: I'm getting tired of trying to clean up the mess after you get
through
with them.
MCptAdamDrake: ::slowly hides the blue milk::
VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, we're still en route to
Blackthorne-only-knows-where.
EnsAxelrod: ::Thinks.:: That sounds promosing.
VAdm Blackthorne: The fighter squadron is still in the holodeck training on the
new Mustang-class fighters.
VAdm Blackthorne: Of course, Engineering is trying to get the replicators to
not make everyone sick...
VAdm Blackthorne: All the while, patients are pouring into sickbay with
stomach pains.
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
Kiley Airell: No Sir
Cdr Michael Hill has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then...
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
MCptAdamDrake: ::standing in main engineering looking at the mounds and
mounds of work he has to do to fix the replicators::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin, what is the status of teams one and two?
MajorAZinthys: ::Still standing at Tactical::
Captain Sullivan: :::on the bridge hoping that her stomach doesn't growl too
badly:::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::points to the consoles and runs his hands along the
desk:: Decks one through three taken care of. Team two has started at the
bottom, twenty-two through twenty-four complete.
EnsAxelrod: ::Maneuvers himself around to prepare to engage the next batch of
fighters.::
Lt TKirr: ::in holodeck in fighter::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Good good. Purging takes time, what is their average
time in completing a single deck? ::Taps a PADD::
Nvaaron: :::Steps out of the shuttle craft Toby into an empty shuttle bay
wondering
why the lack of people to greet him::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Alright, time to step it up a notch. Computer,
load four bandits, Romulans.
Lt TKirr: ::comes around and formates with Blackthorne::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::taps the console screen and runs his eyes over the
information:: Average deck time, thirteen and a half minutes for a full
purging.
Captain Sullivan: :::not turning to look around::: Don't your legs ever cramp
up from standing
there all the time?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::breaks hard right and dives into the fray::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Keep me informed. ::whispers:: And if you want to
send some people up to decks two or three, or the bottom decks, we can get us
some food.
MajorAZinthys: ::Sees the big flashing red light blinking at him::
MajorAZinthys: That's why I move around when I can.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::grins and leans over:: We fixed the Engineering one
first. ::winks::
Nvaaron: ::Thumbing his phaser:: Computer Time?
Kiley Airell: ::in sickbay treating all the patients that have come in::
MajorAZinthys: Permission to attend to other duties, Captain?
EnsAxelrod: ::Punches the throttle and speeds off following Blackthorne.::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::firing at what he can get a shot at with the
omnidirectional phasers::
Captain Sullivan: :::sucks her teeth for a moment::: Permission granted....
Major.
Nvaaron: ::Upon hearing time sighs:: Maybe I should wait here...
MajorAZinthys: Thank you, Captain.
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL::
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles and steps away::
Lt TKirr: ::takes a dive in elevation, firing phasers in the general direction
of
the Romulans::
MajorAZinthys: Deck 18.
MajorAZinthys: ::Rides the long TL down 17 decks::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::picks up one on his tail and pulls a split-S to get away::
Nvaaron: Then again... Maybe not... ::Steps out of the shuttle bay and starts
walking aimlessly through the ship...
Nvaaron: refusing to ask for directions from the computer::
EnsAxelrod: ::Fires at one of the Romulan Fighters.::
MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops at the main shuttlebay::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets behind it and tries to get a microtorp lock::
Lt TKirr: ::finds two Romulans conveniently close together and pushes the
thrusters hard between them, firing laterally
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks around, sees no new crewpeople in the Main Shuttlebay::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a lock:: Thank you. ::fires the torp, destroying the
Romulan::
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks across Engineering and climbs the ladder to the
second deck:: Environmental control status?
Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ Nice shot, Admiral.
MCptAdamDrake: Laxon> ::hands him a PADD:: Fully operational, sir, no faults
found since replicators went off line.
Kiley Airell: ::mutters something about engineers and always working soooooo
slow::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods and climbs down the ladder:: Good work Ensign.
Kiley Airell: :;continues to work on patients::
MajorAZinthys: Computer, locate ::checks PADD::... Mark Randal.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Thank you. ::comes around to rejoin the fray::
EnsAxelrod: ::Flies over the fighter as it charges after him.::
Lt TKirr: ::moves around in front of another Romulan, taunting it with her
close range, and distracts it effectively, concentrating solely on dodging
fire::
Nvaaron: ::Finally stops:: Computer, who is in charge of security?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Captain! Team on and two have confirmed another
set of decks purged of all replicator anomalies. Decks Twenty-one and four are
confirmed cleansed.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Thank you, Michael.
Lt TKirr: ::notices Axelrod behind her Romulan::
Captain Sullivan: :::crosses her legs in a manner that bespeaks reluctant
elegance and hidden
confidence::::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::dodges and weaves, firing phasers when he can::
EnsAxelrod: Ok, got a bogey on my six. Lets switch to Reverse Phasers.
Lt TKirr: <<Axe we've got one sandwiched>>
MajorAZinthys: Computer> Second Lieutenant Mark Randal is on deck 18.
MajorAZinthys: Hrm...
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks back out of the Shuttlebay::
Captain Sullivan: :::hits her commbadge in quiet manner:::: Very good, Drake.
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes evasive maneuvers to dodge the enemies fire.::
Lt TKirr: <<You're behind mine Axe>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Insert the *Drake* at the proper place.>>
Nvaaron: ::Bumps right into the Major outside the holodeck::
Nvaaron: Oh sorry...
MajorAZinthys: Computer (to Randal)> Major Allen Zinthys is the Chief of
Security.
MajorAZinthys: ::Doesn't budge::
Kiley Airell: ::sighs softly as sickbay is overwhelmed with patients, has those
still
awake take others back to their quarters to get some sleep::
MCptAdamDrake: +Sullivan+ Yes, Captain?
MajorAZinthys: Lost?
EnsAxelrod: <<See the way I saw it was, Adm. took out one, you were working on
2
and 3, and I was firing at four and now he'
EnsAxelrod: s on my six>>
Captain Sullivan: <<No... that was me responding to you.... I forgot to pop the
*Drake* in
my statement.>>
Lt TKirr: ::finds her Romulan no longer being chased and attempts to lose it::
Nvaaron: I guess I am looking for a Major Zinthys... ::Notices the rank::
Nvaaron: Uhh major?
Captain Sullivan: <<Oh, crap.
Captain Sullivan: >>
MCptAdamDrake: {{::looks up:: Oops, Jeddin as talking to me. Sorry for the
confusion. :-X He'll just call me Marine from now own. :-)}}
MajorAZinthys: Lieutenant Randal, I presume?
Captain Sullivan: <<Pretend I didn't say anything.... I should go back to bed.
:-D>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL. Sleep is for mortals - it's SO overrated.}}
Kiley Airell: <<Sleep sounds good right about now!!!!>>
Lt TKirr: ::evades her Romulan while trying to get a lock on Axe's tail::
Nvaaron: Uhh yes sir...
Captain Sullivan: <<I'm proud to be a mortal.... I relish it and celebrate all
that makes me
so. :-D>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Sticks out his hand:: Major Allen Zinthys.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::swoops in behind the Romulan on T'Kirr::
EnsAxelrod: ::Switches to reverse phasers.:: Oh come on, give me a shot.
Captain Sullivan: <<Especially the part that allows for me to procreate in
order to create my
own form of immortality. O:-)>>
Nvaaron: Uh yes sir nice to meet you sir... ::Shakes his hand:: I appologise
for not
having the time to familiarize myself with the ships compliment or stats but
they
shipped me off from 120 in a hurry...
Lt TKirr: ::uses Romulan behind Axe to block her comrade's reverse phasers,
and flurries it from behind::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Laughs::>>
Nvaaron: I here you need a security assistant.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Understandable. Yes, I am in need of a qualified
assistant
and capable marine commander.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a lock on the Romulan on T'Kirr:: Goodbye. ::fires
the microtorp::
MajorAZinthys: I trust you fit the bill?
Nvaaron: ::Snaps to attention and salutes:: Thats me sir...
Lt TKirr: ::locks microtorp on Axe's Romulan, and simultaneously launches
with Blackthorne::
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets hit. And again. And again.:: Dang.
WillFMarlowe has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ::banks hard to avoid flying debris, wondering what the heck just
happened::
Kiley Airell: ::sighs as the patients finally slow down, moves off to her
office and
takes a seat::
MajorAZinthys: Good. Follow me and I'll show you your office.
Captain Sullivan: <<No no no..... you should have said.... "You are the weakest
link...
Goodbye." :::laughs happily::::>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Hey everyone--sorry I'm late.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Heya, Will>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<C'mon in, the water's fine.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL::
Nvaaron: ::Follows silently behind the major::
WillFMarlowe: <<What's doin' tonight?>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Just don't drink it.>>
Lt TKirr: ::checks her sensors::
MajorAZinthys: Deck 7.
Kiley Airell: <<Yeah, the water's perfect for those who come late . . . teaming
with
sharks>>
MajorAZinthys: Where did you say you transferred from?
EnsAxelrod: ::The Rommie locks a Microtorp on Axe.:: Oh shit.
Lt TKirr: <<If you're talking about the one that's been on your tail, I just
blew
it up>>
Nvaaron: Oh I was on the Crazy Horse sir...
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Still on the way to wherever, and getting replicator
problems worked out.>>
Kiley Airell: <<we are where we left off last week Will, except all the
patients are
finally treated . . . for the moment>>
EnsAxelrod: <<I was trying to having it lock on me before it went boom....>>
Lt TKirr: <<Ah..>>
Lt TKirr: <<Rommies have microtorps, too?>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Checks the PADD again::
WillFMarlowe: <<Got it.>> ::returns to sickbay from whereever he was before::
Captain Sullivan: <<Well, their version....>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<microplasmatorps, probably.>>
EnsAxelrod: <<Sure, ::looks around:: why not>>
MajorAZinthys: Right. But I haven't been informed what that is. A ship, I'm
assuming?
MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops, doors open::
Cdr Michael Hill has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console and watches the flurry of reports trickle
in::
Environmental controls are at full efficiency. Life support and weapons seem
to
be uneffected.
Nvaaron: Yes sir...
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the security offices::
WillFMarlowe: ::walks over to Airell:: What's our status?
Nvaaron: The NCC 142783
Kiley Airell: ::moves over to her replicator to see if it's still offline::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Well, then, we're here.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::leans over and stretches:: Decks Five, Six, Nineteen,
and Twenty report decontaminated.
Captain Sullivan: <<Equus Lunaticlius>>
MajorAZinthys: Deck Seven. Security offices, Main Armory, and the brig.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Nicely done, Lieutenant. Ensign, what happened
there?
Kiley Airell: ::almost hesitates to say this:: so far patients are treated and
resting . . .
Nvaaron: I see...
Nvaaron: Sir I have a small problem...
MCptAdamDrake: ::turns:: Good, that leaves decks seven through eighteen.
Send out team three to work from the middle out.
EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Well sir, I was evading, but still got hit with some
minor
phaser fire. Then the enemy had a lock on me but wasn't able to fire before he
was
destroyed, luckily.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods and motions to a Lieutenant JG::
MajorAZinthys: ::Leads them to the offices::
Kiley Airell: And, I'm exhausted. How are you holding up Will?
MCptAdamDrake: LtJG> ::nods and scampers off with a team of four::
MajorAZinthys: What is that?
Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ ::almost amusingly:: I'm not sure we could replicate that
collection of maneuvers again without some difficulty...
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Roll out next time, and vary your speed more.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> They'll start on deck twelve.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Excellent.
EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Aye sir.
Nvaaron: Well they rushed me off in such a hurry from 120...
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You'll find these new fighters to be a bit more
responsive in those areas.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
WillFMarlowe: I'm well. I could take over here for a while if you want to go
get
a bit of rest.
Nvaaron: I didnt really have a chance to pack any of my gear...
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Computer, deactivate the remaining fighter.
Captain Sullivan: :::digs in her armside compartment and finds her happy stash
of Swedish
Fish brought aboard from her favorite candy store on Earth::::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Time for bombing practice. There are
anti-aircraft and personnel guns set up on the planet below.
Nvaaron: My clothing sir, uniforms, personal items...
Nvaaron: All still on starbase 120.
Captain Sullivan: :::pops a few in her mouth and savors them as she sucks on
them:::
MajorAZinthys: So what, exactly, did you come with?
Kiley Airell: That is probably a good idea. I'm hungry too. But I don't dare
trust
those replicators. ::smiles:: good thing I always keep a stash of emergency
rations, my own special emergency rations, in my quarters.
Nvaaron: Well the Toby had this phaser in it...
Nvaaron: And this uniform...
Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ Understood.
Nvaaron: But ive been in it for 4 days
VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives down toward the planet's atmosphere::
EnsAxelrod: +Fighters+ Aye Aye Admiral.
Kiley Airell: Let me know if there are any new developements, or if a new wave
of
patients come in. Don't want sickbay overwhelmed.
Lt TKirr: ::dives after him::
WillFMarlowe: I understand.
MajorAZinthys: So you have a sidearm, and one uniform?
EnsAxelrod: ::Follows.::
Nvaaron: Uhh yes sir
MCptAdamDrake: {{That's all anyone ever needs, right? ;-)}}
MajorAZinthys: Normally that wouldn't be a problem...
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You'll see the targets up ahead. T'Kirr to the
right, Axelrod to the left. I'll take center.
MajorAZinthys: but we're having a problem with the replicators malfunctioning
Kiley Airell: ::nods and walks out of sickbay heading to her quarters::
Lt TKirr: +Fighters+ I copy.
Kiley Airell: <<I have to leave here shortly all . . . gotta get ta work>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Moves more out to the left.:: +Fighters+ Roger.
MajorAZinthys: Let me check and see what their status is.
Captain Sullivan: <<Mmmmmm.... work.....>>
Nvaaron: I see...
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +Drake+ Major Zinthys to Captain Drake.
Kiley Airell: <<yeah, picked up two extra shifts . . . so have worked 6 days in
a row
now>>
WillFMarlowe: ::walks to the recovery area where the sick crewmembers are
resting and checks their readouts::
Nvaaron: ::Stands patiently::
Captain Sullivan: <<Ouch.>>
Captain Sullivan: :::uses her tongue to peel one of the fish from the roof of
her mouth::::
Kiley Airell: <<yeah, oh well . . . after tonight I get a break!!! woohooo!!!>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Whoo hoo!>>
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ You have four cluster bombs and four smart
bombs.
MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Go ahead, Major. ::is hunched over a panel::
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ What is the status of the replicators?
EnsAxelrod: Cluster for Personnel. Smart for structures.
Lt TKirr: ::turns right, widening the distance between Blackthorne and herself,
mapping turrent locations and the best usage of her armament::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Use them wisely.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::targets an AA gun with a smart bomb::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Taps the console::
MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Decks Eight through Seventeen are still be
deconed, sir. We're working as quickly and efficiently as we can.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::enters the bridge and hands a few PADD to
Suli:::: Mail call,
Sir.
EnsAxelrod: ::Aims for a group of Anti-Personnel with a Cluster Bomb.::
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ But the rest can be used, correct?
MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Yes, Major, all replicators and the before
unmentioned decks are fit for use.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks up:::: Didn't I tell you to leave those on my desk?
You know? The
one in my office?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::drops the smart bomb and watches the AA gun go up in
flames::
Captain Sullivan: <<I hate when they give Alcoholics weapons....>>
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Thank you, Mr. Drake.
MajorAZinthys: ::Cuts the comm::
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles and walks into his office::
MajorAZinthys: Okay, no problem for now. You can use the replicators to ensure
that you have clothes.
Lt TKirr: <<cluser boms are area of effectish?>>
Nvaaron: Problems with the replicators eh?
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Basically, yes.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: It's being cleared up now.
MajorAZinthys: Have any plans been made to acquire your personal effects?
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::quirks a brow::: Oh, you mean that place that
you spend more
time in than you should?
EnsAxelrod: 3, 2, 1, bombs away. ::Drops the bomb. Obliterates over 20
anti-Personnel.::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::shouts:: Decks Eight and Seventeen fixed sure.
Deck Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen report cleared by Team Two. Leaving
Decks Nine, Ten, Eleven, Fifteen, and Sixteen to work on.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place where you practically sleep?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives forward and drops a cluster on a group of parked
enemy fighters::
Nvaaron: Oh uh
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place which causes me to wonder why they
waste the
space of perfectly good quarters on you?
Nvaaron: Well I'll have to send for them
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> That place where....
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire?
Nvaaron: Where are we en route to by the way so I can have them shipped there.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> Yes, sir?
Captain Sullivan: Shut up.
MajorAZinthys: Ummm... well, see, that's a problem. The Admiral has not yet
informed us.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> Yes, sir.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::walks to the supply area with a PADD and deducts
the used antinausea drugs from the ship's supply manifest::
Lt TKirr: ::passes low between two turrent, releasing a cluster and shoots out
of its radius, up and towards a third, which she obliterates quickly with a
smart bomb::
EnsAxelrod: ::Drops lower to the surface and begins firing phasers at parked
fighters. Targets the central fighter with a cluster bomb.::
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::smirks slightly before turning on her heel and
exiting the
bridge:::
Nvaaron: I see...
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks out of Engineering and steps into the TL:: Deck
Sixteen, Main Sickbay.
Nvaaron: Well i guess it will be a while then...
EnsAxelrod: ::Drops it.::
MajorAZinthys: But as soon as I find out I will inform you. There's no reason
for
you to be without your belongings for any longer than neccessary.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::targets another AA with a smart bomb and takes it out::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL up a deck and steps into Sickbay::
Captain Sullivan: :::clicks one of the PADDs on and begins to read quietly:::
Nvaaron: Thank you sir.
WillFMarlowe: ::standing over one of the patients with a PADD, noting the
changes in his condition in the ship's medical log::
Nvaaron: How bout my quarters?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up:: Can I help you, Captain?
Captain Sullivan: :::sighs quietly::: Damn her.
MajorAZinthys: Oh, right. We'll have to get Operations to assign you those. But
hold off on using the replicators down there for right now. If you need
anything,
get it up here.
EnsAxelrod: <<Sorry guys but I've got to go. I'll see you all next week.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Gestures to his right:: Your office is through there.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Nicely done, both of you.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Night Axe!}}
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Night!>>
WillFMarlowe: <<'Bye Axe.>>
Nvaaron: Uh yes sir...
Nvaaron: >
Lt TKirr: <<Bye, Axe!>>
EnsAxelrod: <<Adios>>
EnsAxelrod has left the room.
Nvaaron: >
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at Marlowe:: I need to know where your replicator is.
It
needs to be fixed, and since it's a medical-based replicator it needs special
modifications. ::holds up toolkit::
MajorAZinthys: Also, you will be needing to pay a visit to Sickbay to ensure
that all
your medical records are up to date
Kiley Airell: <<gotta go all . . . have a goodnight . . . >>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Night Kiley!}}
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ That's enough training for now, you're familiar
with the new interface.
WillFMarlowe: There's one in Dr. Airell's office--::points::--and one in the
supply
room overe there--::points again::
VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, end simulation.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Night!>>
WillFMarlowe: <<'Night.>>
Kiley Airell has left the room.
MajorAZinthys: Anything else you can think of?
Captain Sullivan: :::silently reads::: Dear Captain Sullivan Ruffian, My name
is Mira and I am
in the third grade. I have lived at the Orfanage here on Bajor for 4 years
now. Soon, I will
get to go home.
Lt TKirr: ::finds herself sitting in an empty holodeck with Blackthorne and
Axe::
Nvaaron: ::Looks at the major:: No sir if you dont mind I think I'll settle
into my office
now.
Nvaaron: >
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Excellent. If you need me, I'll be on the bridge.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Any other ones?
Nvaaron: Thank you sir.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm satisfied, for now. Continue to familiarize yourselves
with the new ship and be ready. Dismissed.
WillFMarlowe: <<SEE YOU THEN NVAARON>>
Captain Sullivan: When you and your brafe crew reskewed those people from the
Cardathians, you found my grandmother and grandfather.
Nvaaron: ::Walks into office to get settled in::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks back to the TL:: Deck 1.
Nvaaron has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: {{HIS OFFICE IS A BLACK HOLE!}}
Lt TKirr: ::walks out of the holodeck::
Captain Sullivan: Because of all of your good people, I have a family again and
a home to
go home to. I just wanted to say, "Thank you."
MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops, doors open::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out onto the bridge::
Captain Sullivan: Yours 4ever, Mira.
WillFMarlowe: <<OMFG CALL SECURITY>>
WillFMarlowe: <<OH WAIT HE'S GONE . . . okay, enough caps . . . >>
Lt TKirr: ::walks to her quarters::
MCptAdamDrake: {{::Glares at Will:: I thought it was funny. :-(}}
WillFMarlowe: <<Hehe. So did I.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Resumes his duty station::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Exits the holodeck, enters the TL:: Bridge.
Captain Sullivan: P.S. When you come back to Bajor to visit, we hope that you
will have
dinner with us. Do you like Skrellian peas? I hope not. I hate them and
Elder Tokash
says that it would be bad manners to serve a guest
MajorAZinthys: Is everything alright, Captain?
Captain Sullivan: such as yourself something that you hate. Pleeze say you
hate them, too....
for my sake.
Captain Sullivan: ::::jumps as Zinthys speaks and quickly turns the PADD off:::
Fine.
Everything is fine, Major.
MajorAZinthys: Jumpy, much?
Lt TKirr: ::enters her quarters and settles down for a small meditation break::
MCptAdamDrake: ::goes to work and finishes the first one - moves to the other
and finishes that with tweaking only the animating subroutines:: Done!
MCptAdamDrake: ::Walks out into the corridor and into the TL:: Engineering.
Captain Sullivan: :::snorts and chokes on a piece of Swedish Fish::: Nosey....
:::cough cough
cough::: much? :::hack cough choke:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Smiles:: Only with you.
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks into Engineering::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the bridge::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Chief, all decks reported clean.
MCptAdamDrake: Excellent!
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge.
MajorAZinthys: Admiral on the bridge!
WillFMarlowe: ::walks over to the replicator in Dr. Airell's office and orders
a
cup of green tea::
Captain Sullivan: :::stops coughing and swallows hard as a smile sneaks across
her lips:::
VAdm Blackthorne: As you were.
WillFMarlowe: ::examines it carefully to make sure that it the proper color,
then
sips experimentally::
Captain Sullivan: :::composes herself and looks at the Admiral::: I trust your
exercises
were.... productive?
MajorAZinthys: ::Resumes his work::
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Go ahead, Mr. Drake.
VAdm Blackthorne: Indeed. They're good pilots.
Captain Sullivan: :::quickly runs her tongue over her teeth to make sure all
traces of the red
candy are gone::::
VAdm Blackthorne: Status report, please.
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ All decks reported in as clean of the power surge in
the replicator systems, we're good to go!
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Excellent.
MajorAZinthys: Engineering reports that the replicator problem has been solved
VAdm Blackthorne: That's good to hear. I am hungry.
Captain Sullivan: And other than that... all systems seem to be working at and
beyond
standards.
MCptAdamDrake: ::slinks back into his office and snags a coffee from his
personal
replicator::
VAdm Blackthorne: No other quirks have surfaced? Odd, from a refitted ship.
Captain Sullivan: Lieutenant Emeril sets up a Cajun station in the lounge every
Tuesday....
you might want to give it a try. I hear it is very good.
Lt TKirr: ::feels somewhat refreshed and mind in order, gets up, and exits
quarters, walking down the hall to the TL::
Lt TKirr: ::enters TL:: Bridge.
VAdm Blackthorne: That's also good to know. ::chuckles and sits down::
Captain Sullivan: :::pats the arm of her chair::: When the base is sound and
sturdy... it's hard
to really screw it up.
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::enters Bridge,
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEET!
MajorAZinthys: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: Company!
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: Atten-HUT!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: :::gives Zinthys a kiss:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Returns it eagerly::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps Zinthys::
Captain Sullivan: :::pokes his tummy::: No cookies for you.
MajorAZinthys: ::Zapped::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, next week, we'll arrive at our destination.
VAdm Blackthorne: Any questions?
Captain Sullivan: Will there be time to buy souveniers while we are there?
VAdm Blackthorne: Perhaps.
MajorAZinthys: ::hopes we're going to Disney Planet::
VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week. Captain?
Lt TKirr: Sorry, was somewhat preoccupied in mind this sim =/
Captain Sullivan: :::hugs Kirr:::
Lt TKirr: <---Slacker
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEET! TWEEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company! DIS-missed!
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