Upon the arrival of Ensign Williams into the retiring Drake's engine room, the red phone rings with orders for Atlantis to escort a Xindi refugee fleet through hostile space.Title: AIM Chat with MajAdamDrake, MajorAZinthys, danducwilliams
AIM Chat with MajAdamDrake, MajorAZinthys,
danducwilliams. 7:23 PM CmdrShelev has joined this chat. danducwilliams: Admiral on deck 7:25 PM MajAdamDrake: ::smirks:: Heya Command Staff. MajorAZinthys: Wow. That's pretty amazing,
actually. CmdrShelev: Are we interrupting something? MajAdamDrake: Nope. Dan Duc Williams: not that i know of MajorAZinthys: ::Grinz:: CmdrShelev: OK, carry on. MajAdamDrake: ::carries on:: MajDougMcKnight has joined this chat. MajAdamDrake has left this chat. 7:30 PM Ian Blackthorne: Lost Drake but
gained McKnight. MajAdamDrake has joined this chat. MajAdamDrake: Am I here? Ian Blackthorne: No, go away MajDougMcKnight: Ah, there you go. Something for nothing. MajAdamDrake: Hmmm, interesting. CmdrShelev: No, you're not. Get back in the chain
locker. CmdrShelev: <<efb>> Lt TKirr has joined this chat. MajAdamDrake: Heya! ::waves:: Lt TKirr: Sorry.. was trying to do two things at
once. Ian Blackthorne: THERE ARE PEOPLE. Ian Blackthorne: AT MY SIM. MajAdamDrake: Where?! MajAdamDrake: ::looks around:: MajAdamDrake: Oh. Ian Blackthorne: PEEEEEEEEEEEEEOPLE! CmdrShelev: No there are not. I am running bots. Dan Duc Williams: *buzz* Ian Blackthorne: b& MajorAZinthys: What sim? MajorAZinthys: I heard there was alcohol here. Ian Blackthorne: Commander, if you
will? CmdrShelev: ::Employs the Whistle of Eardrum
Piercing +5:: CmdrShelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET:: Dan Duc Williams: ::AA:: Lt TKirr: ::AA:: MajorAZinthys: ::comes to attention with a
"snap":: 7:35 PM MajAdamDrake: ::@@:: Ian Blackthorne: First off tonight,
let's give a welcome to Ensign Daniel Ducaine-Williams. He'll be joining the
Engineering department! Dan Duc Williams: ::waves:: Lt TKirr: Welcome, Ensign. MajAdamDrake: ::claps:: Woot! Welcome Dan! CmdrShelev: Oh good, fresh airlock testing. CmdrShelev: Make yourself at home, Dan! MajAdamDrake: ::to Shelev:: Shhhhh....initiation!
Don't blow it. Ian Blackthorne: I'm sure the Ensign
will be quite at home. Ian Blackthorne: Alright, tonight
we're seemingly peacefully on the way from our weapons testing to a nearby
Starbase. Ian Blackthorne: Just as a priority
one communique comes in for Admiral Blackthorne. Never peaceful for long around
here. Ian Blackthorne: Questions? MajDougMcKnight: No, sir. Dan Duc Williams: ::is suddenly not on that station like he
thought he was gonna be:: CmdrShelev: No, sir. MajAdamDrake: Is there a chance we are going to
dock with the station? Ian Blackthorne: Not bloody likely. MajAdamDrake: ::swears and throws out his plan
for character switching out the window:: Ian Blackthorne: There will be a
way. Dan Duc Williams: ::runs for the nearest shuttle:: Ian Blackthorne: Okay, if there are
no further questions. Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM MajorAZinthys: ::Sitting at his desk in the
security office, sorting out reports on the weaponry from requests for leave:: MajAdamDrake: ::finishing up the last of his
packing and stuffing them in containers for transport:: 7:40 PM Dan Duc Williams: ::onboard a shuttle which is making its way
towards the Atlantis, watching the guy piloting it do all the fancy stuff with
the console:: Ian Blackthorne: :::on the bridge
when the damn red phone rings:: CmdrShelev: ::On bridge, prioritizing supply
manifests for starbase:: MajAdamDrake: ::places the last item in the last
box and then closes it:: Ian Blackthorne: ::Stands:: That
can't be good. Commander, you have the bridge. MajAdamDrake: ::sighs:: Ah, I'll miss this ship. CmdrShelev: Aye, Admiral ::Notes time in ship's
log:: Ian Blackthorne: ::Enters his ready
room:: Ian Blackthorne: ::sits down behind
his desk and flips open the commlink:: Lt TKirr: ::steps out of the sonic shower and
finds herself a fresh uniform:: Ian Blackthorne: ::sees Admiral A.C.
Zuriyev appear on the screen:: Dan Duc Williams: Well now, ain't she there a beaut t' see.
::comes up upon the Atlantis:: Ian Blackthorne: Alexi. To what
pleasure do I owe this call? Dan Duc Williams: +Atlantis+ Atlantis control this is shuttle
Epsilon 371, request permission to land. Ian Blackthorne: A.C. > Ian.
Brooke was asking about you, wondering when you're going to make it for dinner
next. CmdrShelev: +Shuttlebay 1+ Shuttlebay 1, please
grant Epsilon 371 permission to dock. MajorAZinthys: <<Brooke.... you mean, he
actually.... wait, which alternate universe is this again?>> Ian Blackthorne: <<It's the
same universe it's been for the two years Blackthorne has been in charge. I've
referred to this in logs. Alexi is married to Brooke Dolan.>> Ian Blackthorne: I'm assuming by
your call it won't be soon? MajAdamDrake: {{Oh, too bad that Tempest got the
boot. I feel so... ::laughs hysterically:: Couldn't say it straight faced.}} Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> No, we
have a situation. MajorAZinthys: <<I know, it's just a jolt to
hear it for real.>> Lt TKirr: ::makes sure she's dressed
immaculately in her washroom mirror:: CmdrShelev: Shuttlebay 1> +Epsilon 371+
Epsilon 371, you are cleared to dock. Please disengage manuals. MajDougMcKnight: ::Stops by the entrance to Zinthys' office, and
leans against the door frame, replicated plastic mug of raktajino in hand::
Morning, sir. You had a chance to look over the test results from that torpedo
test we conducted the other 7:45 PM Ian Blackthorne: <<Remember
the alternate universe where Alexi and Brooke were married but we had that
spacefaring plague? The real universe is that one without the plaguee.> Dan Duc Williams: +Atlantis+ Thank you control. ::Sits back as
pilot boy disengages the controls, having no clue at all how to fly a
shuttlecraft:: MajorAZinthys: <<Ah.>> MajDougMcKnight: day? I've heard there was some minor problem
with an excess energy buildup, but on the whole, I'd say things went pretty
well. Ian Blackthorne: We always do. Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Not like
this one, Ian. MajorAZinthys: Have I? I've done nothing but. MajorAZinthys: ::Gestures to a seat across from
him:: Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> We
haven't had anything of this magnitude since Khitomer. Ian Blackthorne: Alexi>
::transmits the mission brief to Ian:: MajorAZinthys: That and requests for leave from
the crew once they found out our next destination. MajAdamDrake: ::looks at his replacement's
biological profile:: Ian Blackthorne: ::reads it quickly,
Alexi watching for a reaction:: Bloody hell, Alexi. MajAdamDrake: Interesting. Well, Atlantis should
be in more than capable hands. MajAdamDrake: ::stands up and heads out to
Engineering:: MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods with a slight smile, and takes a seat::
Shore leave DOES have a way of not getting old, sir. There's just
something...missing about a holodeck. Dan Duc Williams: ::shuttle comes in and docks into shuttlebay
1:: Well, thank ye fer the ride and chatter there Joel, happy trails back 'ome.
::grabs his carry-on bag and heads out of the shuttle:: Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Yeah.
Just the job for Third Fleet. MajorAZinthys: So, explain to me again, how does
Starfleet think they can improve on the quantum torpedo? MajAdamDrake: ::steps out of the turbolift and
marches into the main bay of Engineering:: Ian Blackthorne: We'll handle it,
Alexi. MajAdamDrake: ::admires his surroundings with a
smile:: MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Is it official, sir?
::from a console nearby:: Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> I know.
How's that Andorian working out as your XO? MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, once my replacement
shows up. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> We're going to miss you,
Major. Dan Duc Williams: ::wanders to the nearest TL:: Bridge if ya
please. MajAdamDrake: ::nods again:: Yeah, I completely
understand. I'll miss you all too, but it's time to move onto bigger and better
things. Ian Blackthorne: Well. He seems to
have a no-nonsense attitude that I like. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Well, Atlantis is pretty
much the biggest, you know. MajAdamDrake: ::smirks almost sadly:: Yeah, but
you know what I mean. MajDougMcKnight: Oh, I wouldn't call it much of an improvement,
sir. More like a specialization. This was intended as a defensive measure to be
implemented next time one of those bio mass things shows up. Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Glad to
hear it. I'll see you when you get back to Earth. Brooke will be expecting you
for dinner. 7:50 PM Lt TKirr: ::makes sure everything is in order,
then walks out of her quarters between the parting doors and heads down the
hallway:: Ian Blackthorne: Good to know. Say
hi to her and the kids for me, boss. CmdrShelev: Conn, have an updated ETA? Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Will do.
Godspeed, Ian. Zuriyev out. Ian Blackthorne: ::stands:: Dan Duc Williams: ::exits TL and walks onto the bridge:: Ensign
Daniel Ducaine-Williams reporting for duty sir. MajDougMcKnight: Basically, it's just carrying a big ole load of
carbon. It's like chucking coal at the thing, except the torpedo's explosion
distributes the payload a whole lot more efficiently. MajorAZinthys: It's about time. Sick of losing
ships to it. CmdrShelev: Conn> Four hours at present speed,
Commander. Ian Blackthorne: ::writes on a padd
a set of coordinates, equidistant to the Discovery's reported position and
here:: Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the
bridge. I have the bridge. CmdrShelev: At ease, Ensign. Welcome aboard. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Yeah... ::looks around
for a moment before going back to his work:: MajAdamDrake: ::walks into his office and looks
at the barren compartment:: Dan Duc Williams: Admiral on deck! ::almost on reflex after
reading the pips:: Ian Blackthorne: As you were. CmdrShelev: ::Relinquishes The Chair:: Dan Duc Williams: ::nods to Shelev:: Thank you Commander. Ian Blackthorne: Helm, new course.
Six point six two mark three. Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::At Science on the
Bridge, gives Williams a look-over:: Ian Blackthorne: Commander, relay
message to USS Discovery to meet us at these coordinates. ::passes over the
PADD:: CmdrShelev: ::Whispers to Blackthorne:: Trouble? MajDougMcKnight: Oh, and I got a transmission last night around
2300. Ian Blackthorne: ::nods:: CmdrShelev: ::Sighs:: Ian Blackthorne: Captain Santiago's
going to have a handful. But not like we will. Ian Blackthorne: After the
transmission, call a senior staff meeting. MajDougMcKnight: ::Grins:: Sentinels had a great game. You
should give it a gander. Might just make a fan of you yet. Lt TKirr: ::finds herself at the Lounge doors,
having traced the familiar route with her eyes on a PADD, then enters:: Dan Duc Williams: ::looks over at Logan and nods, looking him
over and then back at the Command Staff, awaiting some orders of sort:: Ian Blackthorne: ::looks to
Williams:: And you are? MajAdamDrake: I have one last thing to do. Mr.
Jeddin, you have Engineering. Dan Duc Williams: Ensign Daniel Duncaine-Williams Admiral,
reporting in fresh from the shuttle-craft. Engineering sir. CmdrShelev: ::Transmits coordinates to the
Discovery:: 7:55 PM MajAdamDrake: ::leaves and enters the nearest
turbolift:: Computer, what is the location of Lieutenant T'Kirr? Dan Duc Williams: ::tries to hide accent as best as possible
while speaking to brass peoples:: MajorAZinthys: Sentinels? Ian Blackthorne: Welcome aboard,
Ensign. ::shakes his hand firmly:: Report to Engineering. MajAdamDrake: Computer> Lieutenant T'Kirr is
in the Crew Lounge. MajAdamDrake: Crew Lounge, then. ::floats away:: Lt TKirr: ::replicates herself a bland tea and
sits in a quiet corner:: Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and grabs his bag again, heading out to
the TL:: Main Engineering. MajAdamDrake: ::steps out onto the deck and walks
into the Crew Lounge:: MajAdamDrake: ::sees T'Kirr and beelines for her,
sliding into the booth without asking:: MajAdamDrake: Hey there. CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Senior staff, please
report to bridge conference room. Lt TKirr: ::glances up:: MajDougMcKnight: The Cestus III league, sir! Baseball. They gave
those Pike City Pioneers a hammering. MajAdamDrake: ::looks up:: Damn. Ian Blackthorne: Yellow alert. Lt TKirr: ::grimaces slightly:: MajorAZinthys: Baseball? MajAdamDrake: We'll chat afterwards, apparently. Lt TKirr: ::slides out of the booth after
Drake:: MajorAZinthys: Great. MajAdamDrake: ::stands and heads to the
turbolift:: CmdrShelev: Tactical, yellow alert. MajorAZinthys: Saved by the call. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::working in
Engineering. MajorAZinthys: ::Stands:: MajAdamDrake: ::enters the turbolift:: Bridge. MajDougMcKnight: Oh, dear God, sir. Give me a week, and you'll
be thanking me the rest of your friggin life. MajorAZinthys: EnsSkitz> Yellow alert, sir. MajDougMcKnight: But first...the job. Lt TKirr: ::rides lift with Drake in silence:: Ian Blackthorne: This ship will be
on elevated alert until further notice. MajorAZinthys: Skitz> ::nods:: CmdrShelev: ::nod:: MajDougMcKnight: ::Rises easily from his chair, and follows
Zinthys to the lift:: MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out to the TL:: MajAdamDrake: ::steps out onto the bridge and
does the customary crossover:: MajorAZinthys: Perhaps, if we ever get a week, you
can have your wish. Dan Duc Williams: ::exits TL and wanders into engineering, making
sure to place his engineering cap on before entering:: Hmm... just got 'ere and
were already on yellow alert? Oh my... MajorAZinthys: ::Enters the TL:: Deck 1. Dan Duc Williams: ((poor Turbolifts are getting the workout)) MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Hey there. Welcome
aboard. Drop your stuff right over there... ::points:: ...and give us a hand. MajorAZinthys: <<hopefully they don't
break>> Ian Blackthorne: ((They'd better not
break.)) MajDougMcKnight: Doesn't look like it'll be this one. The
Admiral sounded even less thrilled than usual. Dan Duc Williams: ((::ponders evilly:: Dan Duc Williams: )) MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops:: MajorAZinthys: ::doors open:: Dan Duc Williams: ::tosses his bag over to the indicated spot and
strolls over to where Jeddin is:: Whatchya all workin' on? MajorAZinthys: Great. MajorAZinthys: ::Walks into the CR:: Ian Blackthorne: ::sees Z and
McKnight:: 8:00 PM Ian Blackthorne: McKnight, you have
the bridge. MajorAZinthys: ::Nods to the captain:: Lt TKirr: ::enters conference room and finds a
seat:: Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the CR:: MajorAZinthys: ::Takes the seat to the left of the
head:: MajDougMcKnight: ::Still doing that following thing, and nods to
Blackthorne:: Sir. Why don't I have a good feeling about this one? CmdrShelev: ::Enters conference room, finds seat
as far as possible from the Vulcan:: MajAdamDrake: ::sits down in the conference
room:: MajAdamDrake: ::has a PADD and begins jotting
down notes diligently, not looking forward to briefing his replacement:: Ian Blackthorne: ::nods to
McKnight:: You have reason. Take the bridge. MajorAZinthys: Skitz> ::Looks up at McKnight
questioningly:: Ian Blackthorne: ::strides purposely
to the front of the table:: Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::looks towards the CR,
wondering what's in store for their future:: Dan Duc Williams: ::grabs a nearby engineering kit and looks over
Jeddin's shoulder:: Hmm... converters acting up? Ian Blackthorne: ::waits for quiet
and then says plainly:: The Xindi colony on the distant world of Arvedui III
has suffered a planetary catastrophe. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Plasma injectors
actually. ::points to a Jefferies tube entrance:: MajorAZinthys: ::furrows eyebrows:: CmdrShelev: Environmental? Ian Blackthorne: Details are scant,
but reports are that half of the planet has been destroyed in an explosion. MajDougMcKnight: ::Has gone back out onto the bridge, and
settled into the command chair:: CmdrShelev: That's not environmental. MajDougMcKnight: ::Restrains himself from trying to find out if
the thing spins::. Ian Blackthorne: Word from there is
intermittent and scant, but the message is clear. Help. CmdrShelev: They're asking for help from us?
That's a little out of nowhere. Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: And I thought it was going to be
easy. Would you like to go first or shall I? ::motions to the entrance:: Ian Blackthorne: The planet is left
uninhabitable. They've assembled a makeshift evacuation fleet. Lt TKirr: ::listens intently, her _expression_
neutral:: Ian Blackthorne: And have
specifically asked us for permission to resettle on our frontier. 8:05 PM MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> I'm in charge, junior,
why don't you just do the best you can and call us if you can't handle it.
::turns away:: CmdrShelev: I take it the highups have said yes. MajAdamDrake: ::taps on his PADD:: Ian Blackthorne: You are correct. Ian Blackthorne: Their fleet is
hastily assembled and inadequate for the sheer number of people they must
transport. Ian Blackthorne: And between here
and there is a hostile power. CmdrShelev: ::Antennae go vertical:: Lt TKirr: <<as long as I don't gotta share
my quarters with an aquatic>> Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: Junior eh? ::bites back marine
comment as he climbs into the jefferies tubes and goes to work, whistling an
old southern ditty as he goes:: CmdrShelev: <<Can you tread water>> Ian Blackthorne: The Machen Bren
Star Kingdom. We don't know much about them. MajDougMcKnight: ::Sits there for a few moments in silence. The
feeling of having a ship this powerful at his command, even knowing that in a
real emergency, the real commander could be back in under a second...it's a
heady feeling. Still, no MajAdamDrake: ::looks up, then down making
furious notes:: Ian Blackthorne: We've never made
contact with them, either. I believe we're about to. MajDougMcKnight: emergency seems forthcoming, and after staring
at the viewscreen a few seconds...:: So, this is basically what you guys do all
day? Ian Blackthorne: Either way, as the
Sovereigns are the fastest in the fleet, Atlantis will be going ahead to meet
the Xindi caravan. Ian Blackthorne: ::displays a
tactical map on the wall:: MajAdamDrake: ::looks up:: Are we expecting to
have to outrun someone, sir? Ian Blackthorne: We need to get to
the Xindi quickly. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::to Hawthorne:: We've
got to start getting more experienced people. Lt TKirr: <<Dodge..:cough: dodge..>> MajAdamDrake: Hawthorne> Come on, he's an
ensign. MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, sir. Ian Blackthorne: ::overlays the
believed borders of the Machen Bren over their expected course: Dan Duc Williams: Leets see 'ere, this little thang goes over
'ere, and then this one, clickin' sound is always a good one. ::continues to
listen to their chatter while finishing up:: Ian Blackthorne: We will rendezvous
with the Discovery here. ::points:: 8:10 PM Ian Blackthorne: At that point, we
will be transferring the majority of the Science department off the ship. CmdrShelev: ::Attempts to stifle grin. Fails.:: Ian Blackthorne: We will be taking
on extra marines, engineers, and doctors. MajAdamDrake: ::looks up to T'Kirr for a moment:: Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, keep your
best people here. Everyone else is taking a vacation. MajorAZinthys: I take exploration is not going to
be a priority on this mission? Lt TKirr: ::thinks through the crewmen in her
department:: Lt TKirr: ::nods curtly:: Ian Blackthorne: You'll be staying
as well since you're a pilot. Dan Duc Williams: Yup yup, that'll do it. ::pulls himself out of
the jefferies tube and looks over at Jeddin:: How much experience do you think
I have Mr. Senior? CmdrShelev: ::Antennae go flat:: Ian Blackthorne: Being that your
duties in Science will be light, I'm placing you in charge of continued
assurance that the Mustangs are ready for launch. MajAdamDrake: Hawthorne> ::laughs:: Lt TKirr: ::nods once again:: Ian Blackthorne: You will be,
essentially, the squadron executive officer. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::glares at Dan:: Not
enough to know how to speak to a superior officer. Ian Blackthorne: We will leave the
Discovery at maximum warp and meet up with the Xindi caravan, to then escort
them through Machen Bren space to a suitable world on our frontier. CmdrShelev: Please tell me we already have one
picked out. Ian Blackthorne: Discovery will be
forming a task force from Third Fleet after we leave to assist us when
necessary. Ian Blackthorne: But we're alone at
first. Ian Blackthorne: The world is still
being selected. Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: In that respect your probably
right... ::stares at the marine pips for a moment:: Lt. Major. Ensign Daniel
Duncaine-Williams, a pleasure. ::extends hand to Jeddin:: MajAdamDrake: Do we know anything about the
defenses that the Machen Bren may have? 8:15 PM Ian Blackthorne: Very little. MajorAZinthys: Why are we assuming them to be
hostile? Ian Blackthorne: We've never made
contact with them. The Xindi have sent us some preliminary data. CmdrShelev: Have we lost anything to them? MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::shakes:: Michael
Jeddin. I'm glad that we have a new ensign onboard, gives us time to shape you
up the way an Engineer should be. Ian Blackthorne: Because they are
hostile to the Xindi. MajorAZinthys: I see. CmdrShelev: Name three races that aren't. Ian Blackthorne: And will likely
take exception to a caravan of ships passing through their territory. MajAdamDrake: If possible, sir, I'd like some
ideas of what I may have to expect. Special weapons? Special modifications to
our weapons...? ::is quite upset about not having anything to go on:: Ian Blackthorne: The Federation,
right now. Dan Duc Williams: ::cocks an eyebrow as he resorts the tools in
the kit:: Should be? I figured I was pretty well as is. Ian Blackthorne: We have nothing to
go on. Ian Blackthorne: Remember also that
this fleet of ships was assembled in absolute panic. Ian Blackthorne: It's overcrowded
and ill-suited to the job it's doing. Ian Blackthorne: Not only will we
have to defend this caravan, but we'll need to make things better for the
refugees. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::smirks:: For standard
'Fleet, yeah. Not up to my Marine Standards. Nor are you up to snuff as far as
Major Drake is concerned. Ian Blackthorne: Mr. Drake, is she
ready for maximum sustained warp? MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, sir. I don't know how
long I can give you. Right now I'd say twelve hours at most without doing some
major changing to our warp manifolds. Which, I can do, but slowly at max warp. 8:20 PM Ian Blackthorne: We'll need longer
than that. When I ask for maximum sustained warp, I expect the ship to be able
to sustain it. MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at Drake oddly:: Ian Blackthorne: Hence the word
sustained. Ian Blackthorne: I expect a
guarantee of warp 9.95. Dan Duc Williams: ::Wonders why all marines he meets are pompus
idiots:: Well now, guess I'll have to deal with being instantly lower, no
matter what my skills are. ::looks over to a wall panel and points:: You know,
its not very safe to have all the Ian Blackthorne: And we're also
rated for warp 9.99 for 36 hours. I expect no less. MajAdamDrake: Well, as you said yourself sir,
thrown into this with absolute panic, twelve hours is the best I can give you
right now. Dan Duc Williams: cables jumbled together in there like that, a
good hit from a ship will pop that whole right open, cut the power to the whole
area. ::walks over to it and opens up the panel:: Ian Blackthorne: Not good enough,
Mr. Drake. You are dismissed to go fix the problem. MajAdamDrake: Yes, Admiral. MajAdamDrake: ::stands and moves out of the room
and onto the bridge:: Ian Blackthorne: Are there any
questions? Lt TKirr: ::glances sidelong momentarily before
returning her attention to the Admiral:: MajAdamDrake: ::rolls his eyes after he leaves
the conference room:: Perfection... CmdrShelev: How long before contact? Ian Blackthorne: A week. MajorAZinthys: Have the Xindi provided us with any
information on the Macon's offensive capabilities? Ian Blackthorne: A little data on
classes of ships. MajorAZinthys: ::Nods:: Ian Blackthorne: They have three
types of warships, and two types of carriers. 8:25 PM MajAdamDrake: ::steps into the turbolift:: MajDougMcKnight: ::Turns in the chair, just in time to see Drake
enter the turbolift:: trouble at the top, Major? MajAdamDrake: He gets one more thing out of me
before I hit him with my resignation. ::mumbles and steps out onto Deck Sixteen
and into Engineering:: MajAdamDrake: All right, people, I need Warp 9.99
for as long as possible. I need it now. MajAdamDrake: ::sees new blood:: MajAdamDrake: You. Come here. Ian Blackthorne: Any others? MajDougMcKnight: ::Turns back to the viewscreen:: I'll take that
as a yes. Dan Duc Williams: ::was about to open up the panel, but gets up
and grabs his kit, walking over to Adam:: Aye Major? MajAdamDrake: Welcome aboard. I'm Major Adam
Drake. Ian Blackthorne: Apparently not.
Dismissed. MajorAZinthys: ::Stands:: Lt TKirr: ::stands and files out the door to the
Bridge:: Dan Duc Williams: ::shakes hand:: Thank you Major, Ensign Daniel
Ducaine-Williams CmdrShelev: ::Stands and departs:: Ian Blackthorne: ::walks back out
onto the bridge:: I have the bridge. MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out:: MajorAZinthys: ::Walks over to Skitz:: I have
tactical. MajDougMcKnight: ::Stands and steps aside:: That you do, sir. MajorAZinthys: Skitz> Yessir. ::moves into the
shadowy recesses of the bridge:: MajAdamDrake: Great. Now, do you know how to invert
the warp core stabilizers, but leave them inverted to accept mass amounts of
anti-matter? Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::starts to duck away as
T'Kirr approaches, but she stops him with a word and speaks to him quietly:: MajorAZinthys: ::Pulls up as much information as
possible on the Machen Kingdom:: Ian Blackthorne: How are the weapon
systems looking, Major? ::walks over to Zinthys:: 8:30 PM MajorAZinthys: Better, now that those new
torpedoes are out of there. Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::nods to T'Kirr as he
accepts a PADD from her and leaves the Bridge:: Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and smiles:: That I can do Major, just
keep the ends focused slightly inwards for maximum stabilzation. Ian Blackthorne: Yes, I doubt we
will need those on this mission. MajAdamDrake: Great. Now, go. MajAdamDrake: ::practically shooes him away:: MajorAZinthys: Indeed. I hope we don't have to
face them both at the same time. MajAdamDrake: Michael, I need you to reset the
relays in the nacelles to accept their maximum amount of coolant. Things are
going to get hot. MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods:: Yes, Major.
::heads off to the nacelle access room:: Ian Blackthorne: ::chuckles:: Dan Duc Williams: ::wanders off to go invert warp core
stabilizers, one of the more fun things he enjoys:: Ian Blackthorne: Commander, ETA to
Discovery rendezvous? MajDougMcKnight: ::Steps over next to the turbolift, and leans
against the wall, silently observinf the conversation:: CmdrShelev: If Drake keeps his end of the
bargain, two days, three hours. CmdrShelev: If he doesn't, three days and who
knows how many hours. Ian Blackthorne: ::smirks:: I
haven't even revved the engines up yet. MajorAZinthys: Mr. McKnight! Lt TKirr: <<rofl>> Ian Blackthorne: The real test is
after Discovery. Maximum warp into BFE. MajDougMcKnight: ::Straightens:: Sir? Dan Duc Williams: ::hums away a ditty as he works, keeping things
interesting for himself:: MajorAZinthys: Ensure that all the carbon-based
torps have been removed from any proximity to their launchers. MajorAZinthys: I don't trust the engineering
grunts with my weapons. Lt TKirr: ::having assumed her station at
Science, pulls up all Mustang data:: Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM MajAdamDrake: ::grins:: Nice... Dan Duc Williams: ::pawseded:: MajDougMcKnight: Paused. 8:35 PM Lt TKirr: ::pauses:: Ian Blackthorne: ::nods to the
Commander:: MajorAZinthys: ::watches the credits as they
roll:: CmdrShelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET:: Dan Duc Williams: ::AA:: CmdrShelev: Dismissed. MajorAZinthys: umm... CmdrShelev: !Dismissed. Dan Duc Williams: ::blinks:: Ian Blackthorne: The commander is
overeager to get rid of you. CmdrShelev: <<Failure>> Lt TKirr: Especially me. MajDougMcKnight: lmao MajorAZinthys: So we've noticed. Ian Blackthorne: Well, I have no
announcements except that this is really starting to look up. Good to see it. MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up:: Ian Blackthorne: Commander, now you can
get rid of them. CmdrShelev: ... CmdrShelev: Now I'm not quite sure I want to. Ian Blackthorne: ::chuckles::: You
know you want to. CmdrShelev: But not sure enough. Dismissed. MajorAZinthys: ::anime teardrop:: Lt TKirr: ::runs for her life:: MajorAZinthys has left this chat. Lt TKirr has left this chat. CmdrShelev: see yall next week |