<USS Meridian> Chat Log - 01/15
- From: Frankie Wilkinson <ltfwilkinson@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussmeridian@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 20:17:24 -0800 (PST)
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Vivica Christian: You sure? You can still talk...
Vivica Christian: ::ducks::
Zach Auron: Wilkie wilkie wilkie wilkie....
Ulysses Loe: Eh?
Zach Auron: I just got that joke.
Zach Auron: Not nice.
CaptKylePierce: Ha!
Caden Armstrong: What does Ike's opponent have to do with this?
Vivica Christian: ::points and laughs::
CaptKylePierce: Okay... Commander, if you'd do your thing?
Zach Auron: Who, Mike?
Zach Auron: Or Tina?
Zach Auron: Which one?
LCdrFWilkinson: ok
LCdrFWilkinson: I guess it is that time
LCdrFWilkinson: isn't it
LCdrFWilkinson: ATTENTION!!
Ulysses Loe: ::AA::
Vivica Christian: ::AA::
Caden Armstrong: ::AA::
Zach Auron: ::AA::
Shawna Kenton: ::AA::
Caden Armstrong: :::stands Marnie up :::::
CaptKylePierce: ::throws the Quickness Cookie to Loe, Christian, and Armstrong::
Vivica Christian: < ::Laughs:: >
Kyle mills: ::AA::
Ulysses Loe: ::Catches the cookie.:: Hoorah
CaptKylePierce: Welcome back everyone for another rousing night!
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Takes Loe's cookie:: Oo... Chocolate Chip.... ::munches::
Vivica Christian: ::shoves her cookie up Loe's nose just for the halibut::
CaptKylePierce: So...
Ulysses Loe: Why me?
CaptKylePierce: Last time on the USS Meridian...
Caden Armstrong: Very Salmon of you Vivica.....
CaptKylePierce: {{::hears Dave echo it in that voice::}}
Dr MG Armstrong: ::bak::
CaptKylePierce: The USS Meridian decided to plan an escape for Earth. Leaving
the Cardassian fleet to handle
the oncoming Borg vessels, the fleet composed of Starfleet ships headed for
Alpha Centauri.
Vivica Christian: < Just a side note: It's freaking hilarious watching the
capt type these briefs all hunched
over the keyboard and ready to kill anyone who interrupts. >
Shawna Kenton: ((HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!))
Ame Suisei has entered the room.
Caden Armstrong: ((welcome Ame))
CaptKylePierce: Staging an attack from this location, the Meridian and company
plans to rescue Earth from the evil
hands of the Borg. Tell me again why the Borg chose to capture our home planet?
Dr MG Armstrong: Because it's there.
CaptKylePierce: Well, we shall see.
Ame Suisei: ((morning.. was beginning to think we were taking the night off...
))
LCdrFWilkinson: Because,.... it was there
Shawna Kenton: Because...
Shawna Kenton: Oh. Should I not say?
CaptKylePierce: Any questions?
Shawna Kenton: It was MY log afterall.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::deserves a cookie for that one::
Caden Armstrong: Because.... Percistance is Futile.....
CaptKylePierce: ::throws Marnie a cookie, and then one at Loe for good measure::
Zach Auron: Jesus, Shawna. A little full of yourself?
LCdrFWilkinson: ::watches Loe get pelted with the cookie::
Vivica Christian: ::mocks Loe mercilessly::
CaptKylePierce: No?
CaptKylePierce: BEGIN MERIDIAN SIMULATION
CaptKylePierce: BEGIN MERIDIAN SIMULATION
CaptKylePierce: BEGIN MERIDIAN SIMULATION
Shawna Kenton: ::is on the Meridian::
Zach Auron: ::is ALSO on the Meridian::
Kyle mills: ::Finally feels refreshed after taking a long sonic shower and
getting a good nap::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::wondering how long she can keep her husband away from The
Rude Doctor::
Vivica Christian: ::sitting on the bridge, having not left at all::
Ame Suisei: ::is in his office, sitting on his desk::
Kyle mills: (who is the rude doctor)
Vivica Christian: ::begins to nod a bit::
Caden Armstrong: ::::concentrating::::
CaptKylePierce: {{Zach.}}
CaptKylePierce: {{:-)}}
Zach Auron: (I am the rude doctor.)
CaptKylePierce: ::standing on the bridge, cracking his knuckles like Ly::
Shawna Kenton: ::is in her quarters, at a computer::
Ulysses Loe: ::At Tactical running a diagnostic on the ship's defense systems.::
CaptKylePierce: +Wilkinson+ Pierce to Wilkinson.
Shawna Kenton: ::has a blanket over her shoulders, drying the water off her
shoulders from the swim she took in the
holodeck::
Vivica Christian: ::has listened to Callie Carlisle's message at least ten
times::
LCdrFWilkinson: +Pierce+ Yes, Mon Capitan?
Shawna Kenton: ::hunched, she calls the computer's commands::
CaptKylePierce: +Wilkinson+ What is the status of arming our people and
preparing our ship?
Kyle mills: ::Walks to the mirror and places his pips on his collar::
Shawna Kenton: Computer, I need to find Milton Mercer.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::checks on the few patients still in Sickbay, but feeling
rather zombie-like even though she's going through the
motions::
Vivica Christian: ::eyes get heavier and heavier::
LCdrFWilkinson: Should be about complete, have you gotten your phaser yet?
LCdrFWilkinson: +Pierce+
Shawna Kenton: Computer> Please specify; twenty nine Milton Mercers are
currently registered in the database.
Caden Armstrong: :::has finished passing out the retuned phaser rifles.... :::
Caden Armstrong: ::::and is heading back to sickbay looking rather Zombie
like:::::
CaptKylePierce: +Wilkinson+ Affirmative. ::touches the' weapon on his side::
I'll be calling a department meeting
shortly, just so you are aware.
Vivica Christian: ::head droops dangerously close to the console::
Ame Suisei: ::pulls out a padd and begins drawing diagrams::
Shawna Kenton: Dr. Milton Mercer, of Starfleet Medical, cryogenic wing, circa,
like ten years ago.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::Caden:: ~~I feel so like I'm moving through a dense fog.~~
Kyle mills: ::Grabs his lab coat from the rack and heads out of his quarters
and to the turbolift::
LCdrFWilkinson: +Pierce+ Understood
Ame Suisei: (( ::turns off the fog machine:: sorry... ))
CaptKylePierce: Ms. Christian... ::turns aburptly, noticing her eyes drooping
a bit::
Vivica Christian: < ::laughs!!:: Ame! >
Shawna Kenton: Computer> Dr. Milton Mercer has received a state-issued name and
location change, information
which only authorized personal can obtain.
CaptKylePierce: {{LOL! :-D}}
Caden Armstrong: ::: answeres alowed to the cooridor and who ever happens to be
near by:::: Me too....
Dr MG Armstrong: ((all the fog machines, or lack thereof, in the universe,
won't bring back my son...))
Shawna Kenton: ((awesome))
Ame Suisei: (( sorry i couldnt resist... too easy.. ))
Ame Suisei: (( fog is fun!))
CaptKylePierce: Ms. Christian?
Kyle mills: ::Enters the lift:: Sickbay.
Vivica Christian: ::head bobs again::
CaptKylePierce: ::moves up to her, watching her slightly::
CaptKylePierce: ::whispers in her ear:: Vivica...
Shawna Kenton: Damn it.
Vivica Christian: Aiee!
CaptKylePierce: ::jerks backwards::
Shawna Kenton: Where might I be able to find out such information?
Ame Suisei: ::pulls out another padd and checks something::
CaptKylePierce: You all right?
Vivica Christian: ::tries to catch her breath:: Geez, Kyle, what happened?
LCdrFWilkinson: ::carries phaser rifle, and heads to the lift:: Bridge.
Vivica Christian: ::realizes she's on the bridge::
Vivica Christian: I, uh, mean, Captain.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::sits down at the nurses' duty desk to make a few case notes::
Ulysses Loe: ::Notices Vivica's situation and chuckles.::
Kyle mills: ::Exits the lift and walks toward sickbay::
Shawna Kenton: Computer> Classified information is stored in a database, on
Earth.
Shawna Kenton: ::ponders current situation:: Perfect.
Caden Armstrong: :::enters Sickbay....looking like he hasn't slept in about 3
weeks:::::
Vivica Christian: ::rubs sleep out of her eyes::
Shawna Kenton: And Dr. Mercer's wife? What's her story?
Shawna Kenton: Computer> Please specify.
CaptKylePierce: I want long range scans fully active. If there are Borg ships
anywhere else but Earth, I want to know.
Transwarp gateways, I want to know. Your my eyes and ears out there.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::looks up as Caden comes in:: Oh, Cade...
Kyle mills: ::Enters sickbay after Caden::
Kyle mills: ::Looks for Marnie Armstrong, the CMO::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Exits onto the Bridge, rifle at the ready, wanting to
practice::
Shawna Kenton: What did Dr. Mercer's wife do once his trial was over?
Dr MG Armstrong: ::to Mills, rather blearily:: Can I help you?
Vivica Christian: I already have the program running, sir. It will alert us to
any sub-space anamoly. I'm
sorry. ::whispers::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::moves it around, checking the bridge::
CaptKylePierce: No worries, this has been strenuous on us all.
LCdrFWilkinson: ::lowers the weapon, once he's made sure it was clear::
Vivica Christian: I just... I found something... ::looks up:: Well, I'll show
you later.
CaptKylePierce: Mr. Wilkinson, call us a staff meeting. Mr. Loe, please join
us.
Kyle mills: ::Sighs, hoping to not have to be rude today:: I am Doctor Kyle
Mills.. I arrived on the
shuttle that your ship picked up. I had an injured patient.
LCdrFWilkinson: +Dept Heads+ Department Heads report to the Conference room...
Kyle mills: The Captain told me to serve on your vessel for the time being.
CaptKylePierce: Saunders> We'll be at Alpha Centauri in about ten minutes, sir.
Ulysses Loe: Aye sir. ::Puts the ship on "Autopilot".::
Caden Armstrong: :::turns and glances through Dr. Mills::::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::nods:: I know...we met. Were you looking for something
specific, or...? ::just wants time and a place to cry
herself to sleep::
Vivica Christian: ::stands immediately::
CaptKylePierce: ::moves into the conference room::
Ame Suisei: ::sighs:: great i just got started... why now... ::exits the office
and locks it behind him and heads for the
lift::
Vivica Christian: Saunders> Call me autopilot, I guess...
Caden Armstrong: ::::doesn't even hear the summons::::
Kyle mills: No. I was reporting for duty.
CaptKylePierce: {{:-)}}
Ulysses Loe: ::Follows the Captain.::
Shawna Kenton: Computer> Illiani Mercer divorced her husband, and is now
Illiani Drakeda.
CaptKylePierce: ::takes his place at the head of the table::
Ame Suisei: ::enters the lift:: bridge...
LCdrFWilkinson: ::enters the conference room and sits in his seat::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::sort of heard the summons, but it hasn't registered:: Oh...
were you on the duty roster, Dr. Mills?
Zach Auron: ::enters sickbay and sees Caden, giving a smug, satisfied little
smile to himself::
Vivica Christian: +Shawna+ Ensign Kenton, I need you to report to the bridge,
monitoring
pre-programmed sensors, please.
Vivica Christian: ::heads to conference room::
Shawna Kenton: +Viv+ Yes ma'am. Be right there.
Kyle mills: ::Doesn't know:: I was told to report to you, Doctor.
Ulysses Loe: ::Stands against the window, admiring the view.::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::sees Auron and immediately gets up and stands very close to
her husband::
Caden Armstrong: ::::doesn't notice either of them:::::
Shawna Kenton: ::stands up and finds her uniform and takes off her swimsuit,
and puts on dry clothes::
Vivica Christian: ::looks at the conference table, trying to remember where she
was supposed to sit::
Vivica Christian: ::looks vaguely confused::
LCdrFWilkinson: {in the chair marked Science}
Dr MG Armstrong: All right... well, Dr. Auron is on duty, and I suppose he can
help you get your bearings. I've got to get my
husband off his feet...
Zach Auron: ::hears Armstrong's remark and, with his back turned, rolls his
eyes::
Caden Armstrong: ::::turns at the sound of his wife's voice:::::
Kyle mills: Ah.. ::Nods::
Caden Armstrong: What?
Ulysses Loe: ::Nods to Vivica.:: Hello Miss Chrisitian. Sleeping well?
CaptKylePierce: ::waits patiently:: +The Armstrongs+ Would the
representatives of the medical and science
departments please report to the Conference Room?
Dr MG Armstrong: Sorry to run off on you, but... ::shrugs helplessly and turns
to Caden:: Come along, love... ::puts an arm around
him and guides him out of Sickbay::
CaptKylePierce: {{Science = security}}
LCdrFWilkinson: ::looks around the room::
Shawna Kenton: ::rubs a towell through her hair and looks rather funny, her
locks fraying with dampness and natural
curls::
Kyle mills: ::Looks toward Auron and nods::
Vivica Christian: ::looks dully at Loe:: What?
Shawna Kenton: ::leaves her quarters and heads to the TL to go to the bridge::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::hears the comm this time:: +Pierce+ We'll be along
directly, sir. ::although perhaps not of much use::
Caden Armstrong: :::guided::::
CaptKylePierce: ::nods::
Ulysses Loe: You seem a bit sleepy. Been getting enough "Z's" lately?
Ame Suisei: ::exits the lift and hurridly makes for the conference room doors,
not looking at any of the bridge crew::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::enters the TL with Caden:: What have you been doing?
LCdrFWilkinson: Bridge crew> ::not looking at Ame either::
CaptKylePierce: Chief, glad you could join us.
Ulysses Loe: ::Does Z's in finger quotes.::
Shawna Kenton: ::arrives on the bridge, nods to everybody, with a worry on her
mind::
Vivica Christian: No, actually. :;wanders away to find a seat::
Caden Armstrong: :::tired monotone:::: handing out phaser rifles....
Kyle mills: ::Stares at Auron::
Shawna Kenton: ::she sits at the science console and begins rifling through the
pre-programmed sensors::
Zach Auron: ::has his back turned::
Ame Suisei: ::looks around the conference room and picks a seat with it's back
to the wall and a good view of the
door::
Kyle mills: ::Cough:: Doctor Auron?
Dr MG Armstrong: ::murmurs:: And you've not slept any more than I have...
Zach Auron: ::turns around, bothered:: Oh. The obstinate Dr. Mills. What can I
do for you?
LCdrFWilkinson: ::gets out some Pocky and munches::
Caden Armstrong: Can't sleep....
Dr MG Armstrong: ::TL doors open on Bridge and she guides Caden out and toward
the conference room:: Davey's in my office. I
gave him supper and then slept him.
Kyle mills: ::Doesn't think he is obstinate:: I was actually hoping you could
make me familiar with this
place, the routines, ect..
CaptKylePierce: {{That's illegal in most quadrants. :-D}}
Dr MG Armstrong: ::coming into the conference room::
CaptKylePierce: {{Even though I CLEARLY knew what you were talking about.}}
Dr MG Armstrong: ((there was not a "WITH" in there...))
CaptKylePierce: {{I know..
Shawna Kenton: ((HAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my jesus GOD!!))
CaptKylePierce: }}
LCdrFWilkinson: { ::To Shawna:: You called?}
CaptKylePierce: {{Just chill, poking harmless fun because I'm not good at
finding openings.}}
Dr MG Armstrong: ((sheesh, all this fuss about jargon for putting a child to
sleep...))
LCdrFWilkinson: {sorry... do not mean to offend... }
Shawna Kenton: ((Yeah, I have some questions, actually...))
CaptKylePierce: Okay. We've got issues.
Zach Auron: Well, have you ever worked aboard a starship before? ::putting
emphasis on the "worked"::
CaptKylePierce: It would seem that Earth has been taken captive by Borg forces.
Ame Suisei: ::pulls out a box of pocky from his pocket and munches, waiting for
the meeting to begin and end so he
could leave::
Ame Suisei: (( heh slow typing heh ))
Vivica Christian: ::nods, having heard the communiques::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::getting herself and Caden quickly seated in the last empty
seats::
Kyle mills: No, as a matter of fact I haven't.
CaptKylePierce: Interesting move to say the least, but I'm sure that they have
their reasons. We've opted to leave the
Cardassian force to fend off the Borg forces near Starbase 67. We're heading
for Earth.
Caden Armstrong: ::::::::only half paying attention:::::
Ame Suisei: ::looks up:: say what?
Zach Auron: Did you graduate from the Academy?
Dr MG Armstrong: ::shudders::
Kyle mills: ::Thinks of writing a piece of dull music to fit Auron's attitude::
Kyle mills: Indeed.
Vivica Christian: I don't understand their tactics. I've been studying and
this is a most unusual move for
the Borg.
CaptKylePierce: We'll establish a staging ground at Alpha Centauri.
Kyle mills: You see, I joined Starfleet a few years ago. I have been on Earth
the whole time.
CaptKylePierce: I agree, Ms. Christian, which leads me to be very wary of the
situation. We'll be offering as much
assistance as we can to those on Alpha Centauri. Many of the fleet that were
stationed at Earth retreated to that
system.
LCdrFWilkinson: ::listens::
Zach Auron: ::wry smile:: Then you should know what everything is for. Offices,
biobeds, medical replicator, lifesign
monitors.
CaptKylePierce: Ms. Armstrong, prepare for heavy triage. We're probably one of
the most stocked vessels in the fleet
second to medical vessels. ::nods to the doctor::
Ame Suisei: ::raises an eyebrow at the comment that the solar system was simply
abandoned to the borg::
Kyle mills: Yes. I do have a Medical Degree from Brown University.
Kyle mills: Sadly I don't know the ships procedures.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::rather pathetically:: Captain...
Zach Auron: ::sighs:: It's like any other medical center. You take patients in,
treat them, and that's all.
Zach Auron: Have you treated patients yet?
CaptKylePierce: Caden, we'll probably be taking on security teams from salvaged
vessels as well. Make sure you
have the ability to train these people.
Kyle mills: I've treated patients yes.
Kyle mills: I'm not new at this you know.
Caden Armstrong: :::staring through the table::::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::squeezes Caden's hand:: Captain...
Kyle mills: I'm just new at this Starfleet thing.
Kyle mills: I am a trama specialist.
CaptKylePierce: Ms. Christian, I would like you to keep those ongoing scans.
Correspond with the science officers of
the Trident, they're our science vessel in this fleet.
Zach Auron: There are only minor differences between a non-military hospital
and a starfleet one. And those
differences are virtually inconsequential.
Zach Auron: Your only task is to make sure people don't die.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::a little more emphatically:: Captain, sir...
Shawna Kenton: ::brings up a side-panel and does more searches for Milton
Mercer::
Kyle mills: ::Forces a smile:: Then I should excell then.
CaptKylePierce: ::stops:: Yes, doctor?
Vivica Christian: Understood, sir. I've set plans to coordinate on any
anti-Borg tech they have.
Zach Auron: If you have any questions, just ask.
CaptKylePierce: ::nods to Vivica, lookin to Marnie::
Zach Auron: ::turns back around and begins updating medical lists on the
computer::
Dr MG Armstrong: Sir, we're not in the best of shape, Caden and I... I can
manage, I think, but he... he needs a specialist.
Someone from our own People... ::doesn't know how to explain::
Vivica Christian: ::doesn't appreciate being interrupted::
CaptKylePierce: ::perks an eyebrow::
Zach Auron: Nurse Malloy, we need to do more stocking up of first aid med-hypos.
Caden Armstrong: ::::lies:: I'll be fine, Marn... Captain.
Zach Auron: N. Malloy> Yes, Doctor. I'll bring up a list for you immediately.
CaptKylePierce: I'm sure that Doctor Auron could look him over? And, if worse
comes to worse, he can talk with
Oridian.
Dr MG Armstrong: ~~You need a Sorter, love.~~
Zach Auron: ((Oh no, Captain...))
Zach Auron: ((That's not a good idea! :-) ))
Kyle mills: ::Being the Emergency Medicine Specialist, doesn't think this
sickbay is in any shape for a
mass-trama situation::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::shakes her head and sighs::
Caden Armstrong: :::shakes his head::::
CaptKylePierce: Chief. ::turns to Ame:: I want as much power to our shields
and our engines.
LCdrFWilkinson: ::shakes his head too::
CaptKylePierce: Work with science and improve those sensors.
Ame Suisei: ::looks at the captain:: done..
Vivica Christian: < ::shakes her head too:: It's a trend... >
Zach Auron: (( ::hears Brad smack Ly's arm:: ))
Vivica Christian: < How'd you know...>
Kyle mills: ::Walks over to the wall display and begins looking at the
medications currently on hand::
CaptKylePierce: {{::Being the Captain, doesn't think a newbie is in any
position to detail one's sickbay::}}
CaptKylePierce: {{:-D}}
Zach Auron: (( Almost six years of knowing the lad, I know, Ly. I know. ))
CaptKylePierce: Folks, we've got a crisis here.
CaptKylePierce: Earth is our top priority.
Ame Suisei: ::considers::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::that's an understatement::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::trying to gather herself to confront the Captain at the end
of the meeting::
CaptKylePierce: As of this moment I have assumed command of the Sixth Fleet.
We've got more Klingons coming,
and I believe that we're in negotiations with the Breen and the Romulans for
them to render assistance.
Zach Auron: :;not looking at him:: I didn't ask for your help, Dr. Mills.
Zach Auron: I have that under control.
Ame Suisei: ::raises an eyebrow:: the breen?
CaptKylePierce: That's right.
Kyle mills: ::Thinks 'Not again':: I didn't know you were accessing medications?
Vivica Christian: ::nods solemnly::
CaptKylePierce: Until otherwise noted everyone is to be armed. All members,
there is no exceptions. If someone
doesn't want to weild a weapon, confine them to quarters and we'll drop them
off at the next port of harbor.
Zach Auron: I'm currently updating the medications we have on hand. Did you not
notice when I asked the nurse to
bring me a list of ones we need?
Caden Armstrong: ::::trying to gather himself so he can leave the meeting:::::
Kyle mills: I heard you refer to first aid hypos.
CaptKylePierce: I aim to misbehave.
CaptKylePierce: Never rolled over to the Borg yet, and I don't plan on starting.
Vivica Christian: < THIEF!! >
Kyle mills: Not specific medications for more serious cases.
CaptKylePierce: {{ :-D }}
Zach Auron: I guess that's one procedure you need updating on.
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Think that the Borg haven't attacked at this magnitude::
CaptKylePierce: Mr. Loe, I want us on full tactical alert at all times.
Ulysses Loe: Aye sir.
CaptKylePierce: Any questions?
Zach Auron: We move onto other medications after inventorying first aid.
::turns around and points:: Michael Udoni
over there could use your help.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::gestures:: A word with you after the meeting, please, sir.
CaptKylePierce: Of course.
Zach Auron: Badly broken leg. A true trauma.
CaptKylePierce: Dismissed.
Caden Armstrong: ::::::stands and leaves::::::
Zach Auron: ::smiles::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Stands and heads back to the bridge::
Ame Suisei: ::stays seated::
Shawna Kenton: ::suddenly has a horrific headache::
Caden Armstrong: :::stagger walks out and stumbles into a turbo lift::::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::notes her husband leaving, and wants to go after him, but
needs to talk to the Captain::
CaptKylePierce: Yes, Doctor?
Dr MG Armstrong: ~~Cade... wait for me in our quarters.~~
CaptKylePierce: ::leaning against the wall::
Caden Armstrong: :::says to the turbolift::: I have to work.....
LCdrFWilkinson: ::takes the 'off-center' chair::
Shawna Kenton: ::hears echoing voices, the sidling remnants of telepathic
transmissions:: Oh god...
Ulysses Loe: ::Heads back to Tactical and turns "Autopilot" off. To Saunders.::
Sorry about that.
Kyle mills: ::Pulls the tricorder from his waist and walks to the patient
without talking to Zach::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::swallows:: Sir, he's in bad shape, and repeated
confrontations with Dr. Auron have not helped.
CatKnight has entered the room.
Shawna Kenton: +Viv+ Ms. Christian, this is Shawna. Are you...::pain surge::
are free yet?
Ame Suisei: ::is still in his seat, but lost in his own thoughts::
CaptKylePierce: ACTION: The USS Meridian drops out of warp in the Alpha
Centauri system and rendezvous
with the fleet that fled from Earth.
Vivica Christian: ::moves back onto the bridge:: You may go, Ensign. ::to
Shawna::
Caden Armstrong: ::::exits the TL and staggers into security::::
Vivica Christian: < Sorry, slow type... >
Shawna Kenton: ((erase last line!))
Dr MG Armstrong: I would say, in my opinion as your Chief Medical Officer...
Mr. Armstrong is not capable of remaining on duty.
It would put the ship at greater risk.
Shawna Kenton: ::grabs head in agony:: Ow! Okay, ma'am. Thank you. I'll be in
sickbay!
CaptKylePierce: Well, then I suggest you tell your husband to remain clear of
Sickbay. ::rubs the temples::
Vivica Christian: Ms. Kenton?
Shawna Kenton: Yeah?
Shawna Kenton: I mean, Yes ma'am?
CaptKylePierce: I understand your husband's grief.
Vivica Christian: ::looks at Loe:: Escort her to sickbay, immediately.
CaptKylePierce: I truly do.
Shawna Kenton: Captain Astacia> ::hails the Meridian::
Dr MG Armstrong: He's not able to sleep, sir. He can't focus on his work... on
anything, really.
LCdrFWilkinson: +Pierce+ We have joined the fleet at Alpha Centauri
CaptKylePierce: Well, you're a doctor, give him a sedative.
Caden Armstrong: ::::sits at his desk:::::
Zach Auron: N. Malloy> ::hands padd to Auron:: There you go, sir.
Dr MG Armstrong: I'd like permission to put him to sleep for a shift, so at
least his body is rested.
CaptKylePierce: I agree.
Zach Auron: Thanks. ::takes it:: I have it from here.
Ulysses Loe: ::Walks over and picks her up.:: We have a doctor in the
conference room.
Dr MG Armstrong: Thank you, sir. With your consent, I'll relieve him of duty.
Ulysses Loe: I'll take her there.
LCdrFWilkinson: +Astacia+ This is Lt Commander Wilkinson, how may I help you.\
CaptKylePierce: Saunders> Commander, we're receiving a hail.
CaptKylePierce: Saunders> ::to himself:: But, apparently you knew that.
Caden Armstrong: ::::forcing himself to stay awake::::
Vivica Christian: Saunders> ::truly is invisible::
Shawna Kenton: +Meridian+ This is Captain Jerod Astacia of the USS Sentinel.
Leader of the failed attack on the
Borg arrival.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::waits a moment to be dismissed::
Caden Armstrong: ::::head droops:::::
CaptKylePierce: ::looks at Marnie:: Are you going to be okay?
Caden Armstrong: ::::jerks it back up::::
Shawna Kenton: +Meridian+ I might warn you, Lieutenant: you might not want to
be here.
Ulysses Loe: ::Helps Shawna into the Conference Room.:: Sorry to barge in, but
uh, we have a medical problem.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::nods slowly:: I'm not in such horrid shape, sir. I can
manage for a bit.
Shawna Kenton: No, I don't need help.
Shawna Kenton: I'll take care of it.
Caden Armstrong: :::::head droops again:::::
CaptKylePierce: ::puts up a finger to Loe::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::turns:: What sort of a medical problem?
CaptKylePierce: ::turns to the Doctor::
Shawna Kenton: +Meridian+ Are you currently in charge of the ship, Lieutenant,
or is there a captain present I may
speak of?
Kyle mills has left the room.
Shawna Kenton: (( to, not of))
Ame Suisei: ::is still lost in thought somewhat::
CaptKylePierce: I can't afford to have any of my officers not at their best.
If I feel I need to relieve you, I will. ::nods to
Loe:: Carry on. ::walks out onto the Bridge::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::repeats:: What sort of a medical problem? I haven't got a
medkit on me...
LCdrFWilkinson: +Astacia+ The Captain is finishing up a conference, I will have
him contact when he is available.
CaptKylePierce: ::steps out onto the bridge:: Contact who?
Shawna Kenton: ::tries to get her arm free from Loe:: Hey, I don't need help!
Just a bad headache. I can take care of
myself.
Ulysses Loe: ::To Marnie.:: She just grabbed her head and cried out in pain.::
Shawna Kenton: +Meridian+ Thank you. ::closes channel::
Caden Armstrong: ::::jerks it back up::::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::looks Shawna over, assessing her visually:: If you can make
it to Sickbay, Doctors Auron and Mills are on
duty.
LCdrFWilkinson: Ah, Captain.. Captain Astacia of the Sentinel... ::sees the
comm closed:: Please contact at your
convienence
CaptKylePierce: Saunders> Open a channel...
Shawna Kenton: I didn't cry out in pain! I'm fine!
CaptKylePierce: *Opening...
Ulysses Loe: I'm just trying to hlep you lady. ::To Shawna.::
CaptKylePierce: ::nods:: Thank you, Ensign.
Ulysses Loe: (( help* ))
Shawna Kenton: I just want to go to sickbay, okay?
CaptKylePierce: ::wonders why Saunders is still an Ensign::
Ulysses Loe: Fine. ::Lets her go.:: Have fun.
Vivica Christian: < 'cause he's invisible >
Dr MG Armstrong: ::nods:: I'm sure they can assess the problem there.
CaptKylePierce: Saunders> ::hails the Sentinel::
Shawna Kenton: ::under her breath:: Jerk.
Dr MG Armstrong: They'll send for me if it's anything serious.
Vivica Christian: < One more thing we have in common, Shawna! >
LCdrFWilkinson: { ::contacts wardrobe to make Saunders a Lt by next week::}
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Meridian+ That was quick, Meridian. Is this the
Captain?
Shawna Kenton: ::goes to sickbay::
Ulysses Loe: (( ::Mutters under breath. I'd be watching that hand of your Miss
Kenton. ))
Dr MG Armstrong: ::turns toward the TL:: Computer, location of Caden Armstrong?
Caden Armstrong: ::::asleep::::
CaptKylePierce: This is Captain Kyle Pierce. ::nodding:: What can I do for
you, Captain?
Vivica Christian: ::contacting the Sentinel's science department at the same
time::
Ulysses Loe: (( I mean....))
Caden Armstrong: Computer> Lieutenant Armstrong is in Security
Dr MG Armstrong: ::gets in the TL:: Security.
Caden Armstrong: :::dreaming::::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ On behalf of the resistance and the second
fleet of the Federation, I appreciate
your coming to help.
Ame Suisei: ::still hasent moved and is thinking::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ As I cannot force you to leave, I will only
offer this advice: You may not want to be
here.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::uses the few moments of the TL ride to regroup and gather
strength::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ This is all a trap.
Vivica Christian: +Ame+ I'm sending you specs for those sensor improvements.
Recommendations from
the Sentinel.
Ulysses Loe: ::Heads back to Tactical, but first does a quick scan for any
other "headache" sufferers.::
Caden Armstrong: :::talking in his sleep::::No... Zak... no......
Dr MG Armstrong: ((I wouldn't call it a resistance... everyone knows that is
futile...))
Shawna Kenton: ::enters sickbay, sees Zach and avoids::
Shawna Kenton: ::sees Kyle and approaches::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::exits TL and walks across the corridor to the Security
offices::
Vivica Christian: < I think you see his cardboard cut-out... Zach chased him
off... >
CaptKylePierce: +Astacia+ I would assume something of the sort, Captain.
However, with Earth being so vital to the
Federation's well-being, I think our presence here with the Klingons is a good
start.
Caden Armstrong: :::still talking in his sleep:: Lili.... Zak.... no....
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ Be that as at it may, Captain, this trap is
luring ships that had prior assignments
elsewhere.
Ulysses Loe: (( Bad Zack. ))
Dr MG Armstrong: ::sees Caden asleep, slumped on his desk::
Caden Armstrong: ::::shouts can be heard through the door:::: No....NO
Caden Armstrong: ::::bolts awake::::
Caden Armstrong: ::::breathing heavy::::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ They're pulling the entire fleet here, and as
there have been reports of other Borg
fleets entering the quadrant...
Dr MG Armstrong: ::gets through the door in time to grab Caden as he bolts
awake::
Dr MG Armstrong: Easy.... easy love....
CaptKylePierce: +Astacia+ Are you an expert in the Borg, Captain?
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ I have never encountered them personally,
Captain. No.
LCdrFWilkinson: ::listening::
Caden Armstrong: ::::looking up at her::::
Shawna Kenton: Okay, no other doctors, so... ::sighs and approaches Zach::
Excuse me?
Dr MG Armstrong: ::turns away exactly long enough to close the door and opaque
the window:: Oh, Cade...
Zach Auron: ::turns around:: Can I help you?
Ulysses Loe: ::Finishes diagnostic. Everything looks good.::
Shawna Kenton: I have been getting these horrible headaches. Can you help me
with it?
Ame Suisei: ::looks up:: +viv+ one moment let me get a padd out and look them
over..
Zach Auron: ::grabs a hypo he was entering in the inventory:: Take this. It's
self-administered.
Caden Armstrong: ::::disolves into tears::::::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ I have been trying to persuade ships to leave
and post around the quadrant to try
and deflect these attacks.
Dr MG Armstrong: ::puts her arms around her husband and holds him, silently::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Wonders if they should just give up and fly the other way and
explore new parts of the quadrand::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ None are listening.
Ame Suisei: ::pulls out a blank padd and brings up the specs and starts looking
over it::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ We will all be destroyed.
Shawna Kenton: No, I've tried self-administered. I think it's
something...bigger.
CaptKylePierce: +Astacia+ For your crew's sake, I hope that you are a bit more
optimistic than this. As of now, your
fleet reports to me, is that understood?
Zach Auron: ::turns away:: What do you mean? Bigger?
LCdrFWilkinson: ::wonders if he could beam over and slap Astacia into saneness::
LCdrFWilkinson: ::and out of the hysteria::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> ::turns to comm and nods:: +Pierce+ It's getting done
right now, Captain.
Shawna Kenton: I've been...hearing things.
DrBridgetHowell has entered the room.
Vivica Christian: ::busily conferring with the Sentinel, finding it very
informative::
Ame Suisei: +viv+ well some of these make sense.. i think for the most part
they will be do-able..
Zach Auron: ::points, still not looking:: Oridian Starfire's office is down the
hall.
Caden Armstrong: I don't want to do this any more... ::::sobbing::::
CaptKylePierce: ::nods:: +Astacia+ I need all the tactical information you
gathered during your initial skirmish with the
Borg vessels.
DrBridgetHowell: (( ::slides in:: Evening all...))
Shawna Kenton: Not that! I've been hearing telepathy!
Vivica Christian: +Ame+ They were modifications made on the Sentinel. They're
possible. We just need
to convert the specs to Prometheus.
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ I'm sending that with all other information.
Vivica Christian: Captain?
Dr MG Armstrong: ::gets Caden up out of his chair, walking him along:: Come
along, love... we both need a bit of rest, I think.
Zach Auron: ::slowly turns:: Telepathy? You're not anything but human, right?
Ame Suisei: +viv+ ahh my mistake i thought you were wanting reccomendations FOR
the sentinel...
Caden Armstrong: You heared what the Captain said.... I have work to do.....
CaptKylePierce: Yes, Ms. Christian?
Vivica Christian: Can we beam over the Sentinel's chief science officer as
well? I believe we could make a
lot of progress together.
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ Thirty reports have come in of other outposts
falling to the Borg. We need
defenses.
Vivica Christian: They have compiled all the science info from the current
fleet.
CaptKylePierce: ::nods:: If Captain Astacia would be so kind to allow it.
CaptKylePierce: ACTION: Science sensors pick up a massive transwarp signature
near Luna. Several dozen
more Borg Cubes appear on sensors.
Ulysses Loe: Uh Captain.
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ We need more ships to be turned away from this
trap!
CaptKylePierce: ::looks at Loe:: Yes?
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> ::turns head to Tactics:: What?
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ Captain Pierce, are you seeing this?
Shawna Kenton: Right. Nothing but human.
Ulysses Loe: Sensors are picking up multiple Transwarp signatures in the area.
CaptKylePierce: Yes, it would appear so.
Dr MG Armstrong: The Captain has given me permission to take you off duty for a
shift, more if it's medically necessary. Let's get
back to our quarters.
Vivica Christian: ::noticed the same time as Loe::
Ulysses Loe: Several dozen Borg Cubes have entered the Sector sir.
CaptKylePierce: We make our stand here.
Zach Auron: ::looks at her momentarily:: Seat yourself on biobed 7. I'll be
there shortly. For the time being, use the
self-administered.
Caden Armstrong: :::glares at her::: Don't you dare....
CaptKylePierce: We're going to need some help.
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ That will only mean more death, Captain.
Dr MG Armstrong: Then let's get some rest so you can go back to duty after.
Ame Suisei: ::stands and exits the conference room and heads for the lift::
Caden Armstrong: I just had a nap... :::lies:::I'm fine.
LCdrFWilkinson: Sutherland> Captain Offenburger and Ambassador Praz in final
talks with the Breen
Dr MG Armstrong: Fine, my left big toe.
LCdrFWilkinson: :: :::
Dr MG Armstrong: ::into the TL:: Deck (whatever it is).
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ Help me spread the word! Help me get more
people to defend the enclosing Borg
fleets!
Ame Suisei: ::enters and directs the lift to his quarters:: great now i need to
go grab some weaponry...
CaptKylePierce: It would appear that the Sutherland has found us some more
allies. Mr. Loe, send my gratitude to
Fleet Captain Offenburger.
Vivica Christian: ::thinks Astacia is a little contradictory::
CaptKylePierce: ::thinks Astacia is a lunatic::
Shawna Kenton: Astacia> +Pierce+ What we have here is more than enough to make
a worthwhile attack.
Vivica Christian: ::was being kind::
CaptKylePierce: ::wasn't::
CaptKylePierce: {{:-D}}
Shawna Kenton: ((Astacia> ::hates all y'all::-))
Dr MG Armstrong: ::exits TL, still guiding Caden::
CaptKylePierce: I agree.
Caden Armstrong: ::::wants to struggle to get away but can't make his muscles
move to do so:::::
Dr MG Armstrong: ((::didn't know Astacia was from Texas:: ))
CaptKylePierce: Give your crew a six hour warning, Captain. At seventeen
hundred hours we attack.
Shawna Kenton: ((He's distantly related to Cannon Everett.))
CaptKylePierce: END MERIDIAN SIMULATION
CaptKylePierce: END MERIDIAN SIMULATION
CaptKylePierce: END MERIDIAN SIMULATION
Dr MG Armstrong: ::umop apisdn wis asned::
Shawna Kenton: ::paused::
Zach Auron: ::paused::
Vivica Christian: ::paused::
Ame Suisei: ::exits the lift and stalks down the corridor and into his
quarters:: lets see.. i need more than the beater
bar i have on me.. where did i put that...
Shawna Kenton: ::wheezing:: Three characters now?
LCdrFWilkinson: ::Paused::
Ulysses Loe: ::paused::
LCdrFWilkinson: ATTENTION!!!
Dr MG Armstrong: ::AA::
Vivica Christian: ::AA::
Ulysses Loe: ::AA:
Shawna Kenton: ::AA::
Zach Auron: ::AA::
Ame Suisei: ::AAAA::
Dr MG Armstrong: Ame is doubly at attention...
CaptKylePierce: ::throws a Quickness Cookie to Vivica and MG::
Vivica Christian: ::must sleep::
Caden Armstrong: ::AA::
Vivica Christian: ::catches cookie and runs::
CaptKylePierce: Night Vivica!
Vivica Christian: Bye!
CaptKylePierce: ::waves:: Sleep well.
Ame Suisei: (( naaa.. Anime Addicts Annon of America ))
Dr MG Armstrong: ::shares a Slowness Cookie with Caden::
Vivica Christian: For a whole 40 mins... Wee!
Vivica Christian has left the room.
Shawna Kenton: ::has a slowness cookie as well:: Aw, this tastes like...like
sad.
CaptKylePierce: Nicely done!
CaptKylePierce: So, next week we make our move on Earth. And we're doing it
sort of interesting like.
CaptKylePierce: You will not be Ensign Shawna Kenton or Lieutenant JG Ulysses
Loe...
Shawna Kenton: What?
CaptKylePierce: You will be Captain whoever of the USS Whatever (or Romulan
Warbird whatever) it is entirely your
choice.
Shawna Kenton: I won't?
LCdrFWilkinson: Congrats Shawna... you get promoted :-)
LCdrFWilkinson: ::hides::
CaptKylePierce: Everyone gets to play as a Captain of a starship.
CaptKylePierce: Whether it be Romulan, Klingon, or Breen, you'll be whatever
you want to be.
CaptKylePierce: :-) Nice try.
Dr MG Armstrong: Aw geez, and 10 minutes ago all I had to worry about was
getting the right subway to Chinatown for a midnight
dinner... ;-)
Shawna Kenton: ::raises hand::
CaptKylePierce: Yes?
Shawna Kenton: Can Zach be a Borg captain?
Zach Auron: Hey!
CaptKylePierce: ::laughs::
CaptKylePierce: And, no.
CaptKylePierce: ':-)
Ame Suisei: :: Is captain Rosencrantz of the Uss Gildenstern... Or was that
Captain Gildenstern of the Uss
Rosencrantz?::
Dr MG Armstrong: I think Zach should be a Tellarite captain... they are
contrary enough...
Shawna Kenton: ((Nice Shakespeare ref, Ame))
CaptKylePierce: Very nice Shakespeare ref. :-)
CaptKylePierce: Any questions? We've got no announcements tonight. Commander,
do you have any?
Ame Suisei: (( sank you... ::is a fan of 'Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead'
:: ))
LCdrFWilkinson: Don't forget to vote for Log of the Year!!
Shawna Kenton: ((A great play.))
Dr MG Armstrong: I vote for knotty pine.
Ame Suisei: (( a better movie :-P ))
LCdrFWilkinson: ::bops Marnie::
Shawna Kenton: ((Nah..))
Dr MG Armstrong: ::bopped, giggles::
CatKnight has left the room.
Ame Suisei: i vote for anything i worked on...
Ame Suisei: ::cant find the list for some reason::
LCdrFWilkinson: Was there any, Ame? :-X
LCdrFWilkinson: ::runs::
LCdrFWilkinson: DISMISSED!!
CaptKylePierce: I'll e-mail it again to you, Ame.
Ame Suisei: im told there was one...
Ame Suisei: okies
CaptKylePierce: Night and see you all next week! ::waves::
Dr MG Armstrong: You worked on one log all year, Ame?
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