[18:06] Cluster bombs are so much fun Ross. ;-) [18:06] Boom ;) [18:06] * LJHL_Dejat needs something to munch on. * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12LCXO_Tal has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:07] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [18:07] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] ::attn:: [18:08] *** Jester is now known as CRCO_Lora [18:08] ::attn:: [18:08] OK, I guess I will begin with some bad news, then go on to the good news. [18:08] Nephy here has just let me know that he's going to be resigning the Coro, effective immediately. [18:08] ::attn:: [18:09] Gahhhh..... [18:09] zoned out [18:09] :/ [18:09] ::sighs:: [18:09] *** ObsMcClyde has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [18:09] And we go XOless yet again..... [18:09] hey! [18:09] Uh, we have an XO [18:09] [o-:-/ [18:09] Go on J :) [18:10] ::nods:: He's resigning THIS sim. ;) [18:10] ::slaps his forhead:: I'm still adjusting to Pegasus, never mind me. ;-) [18:10] *** Nephy (nephy@Star5164.ils.net) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:10] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Nephy [18:10] 12Computer recognizes Nephy. Authorization codes enabled. [18:10] 12Nephy = Lieutenant Traqzis Trq, Chief Science Officer. [18:10] Anyway, please feel free to steal stuff from his quarters at your leisure. ;) [18:11] whoo hoo! [18:11] So...are we killing Trq or what? [18:11] Did he get transfered at the SB? [18:11] Dibs on his kidneys! [18:11] Resolution, damnit! ;) [18:11] On the positive side, our very own XO, Lt. Commander Tal, has written an article about Coro in the UCIP newsletter, aka the Tribune. :) [18:11] *** Mr_Dalton has quit IRC (No route to host ) [18:11] Shhhh. There will be no killing -- he hasn't ruled out the possibility of a Trq revival at some point. ;) [18:11] And where may we find this newsletter? =) [18:11] I'll be forwarding it to the Coro listserver later tonight. :) [18:11] So did he get transfered? [18:12] So, a little positive press for us, which is definitely a very good thing. [18:12] Jawohl, Kapitan. [18:12] ::grins:: It was my pleasure - and I got to kiss a little butt in the process... ;) [18:12] i hope attendence records aren't included in the paper [18:12] =) [18:12] LOL Nope. Just in the reports. Anyway, here's tonight's briefing. [18:12] -> *corolcars* simbrief [18:12] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:12] 12Stardate 239910.04: "The House of Kharas" , Part 1, by Jester. [18:12] 12SUMMARY: Klingon politics, where "attacking your opponent" is generally taken literally and they don't sling mud if there's a throwing knife handy... [18:13] 12Following our missions in the Iju and MJ-1020 systems, Coronado had returned to Starbase 247 for some well-deserved relaxation. However, the R&R was interrupted when a Klingon Bird of Prey approached the Starbase, under attack by four other Klingon vessels. The BOP requested assistance from the Starbase, and someone aboard asked to speak to Commander Lora personally... [18:13] 12It turned out the the BOP's commander was Ka'tek vestai-Kharas, an old friend of Commander Lora's and the newest selectee to the Klingon High Council. The Empire has recently suffered from a drawn-out civil war which has only recently been concluded. However, rebellion forces are still at large, and are attempting to prevent Ka'tek from taking his place on the Council. [18:13] 12Coronado has been ordered to assist Ka'tek in any way possible (the Federation could use a friend on the Council), so Ka'tek and Lora have concocted a plan for Coro to escort Ka'tek to Qo'noS in safety. To do this, the ship will participate in a "hit-and- capture" mission on six rebel Klingon ships docked at a nearby neutral/civilian starbase. [18:13] ack [18:13] ack [18:13] ack [18:13] ack [18:13] <> [18:13] Do we have any support ships, sir, or is this a one on six fight? [18:14] It would normally be a one on six fight, but fortunately, neither Lora nor Ka'tek believe in fighting fair. [18:14] Ka'tek will be distracting the majority of the 6 ships' crews on the starbase while Coro beams troops onto and captures the lightly-crewed BOPs. [18:14] *** Nephy has quit IRC (Quit ) [18:14] Aye. [18:15] fun [18:15] Since Ka'tek is a future member of the High Council, the operation has the full support of the Empire, which will help keep us from getting blown up later. ;) [18:15] six-to-one odds? hardly fair... we'd kick their asses even without the added help! ;) [18:15] I'll opt to fly my shi..er... the Coronado during the mission ;) [18:15] too bad i'm an engineer [18:15] we'll need an engineer to keep us together in all of this... :) [18:15] Since we're incredibly light on turn-out tonight, we'll be concentrating on the fight to take one of the BOPs (everyone will be involved), and the success on the one will dictate our success in the other 5. ;) [18:15] gee what a suprise [18:16] =) [18:16] ::mutters something including the words "figures" and "roped into this":: [18:16] Any questions before we begin? [18:16] ummm.. one question [18:16] None, Commander. [18:16] do i get to fly the ship than [18:16] What happened to Trq? [18:17] We'll assume that he transferred to another ship at SB247. [18:17] Okay, now I'm satiated ;) [18:17] *** Mr_Dalton (heiwa@Star6087.pacificnet.net) has joined #uss- coronado [18:17] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Mr_Dalton [18:17] 12Computer recognizes Mr_Dalton. Authorization codes enabled. [18:17] And I'm guessing that SOMEONE will have to pilot the BOP out of the berth, Titan. ;) [18:17] never mind [18:17] yea [18:18] ::looks at the clock, then at the CO:: [18:18] OK, let's sim! :) [18:18] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:18] ::sits at his console:: [18:18] ::leans back in the chair, listening to the din on the bridge:: [18:18] 12=.\ction= Coronado approaches the neutral starbase running on warp drive. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] ::sits at the Science station, taking up the slack for now:: [18:19] ::finishes dividing the six platoons up amongst the planned targets and sets the marine status to condition yellow, getting the marines ready:: [18:19] ::walks onto the Bridge with a Cheshire cat grin on his face, and something behind his back:: [18:19] ::hears his console beep and immediately recognizes the sound:: We're approaching the starbase, Commander. [18:19] ::stands near Dejat's station, watching the holographic tank:: Thank you, Lieutenant. Take us out of warp. [18:19] Captain ... [18:20] ::taps the console, smoothly dropping to impulse:: [18:20] ::shifts slightly, his hard suit rustling slightly against the mission ops console and the plasma pulse rifle slung over his shoulder:: [18:20] ::pulls out a d'k tagh blade from behind his back and curses in Klingon:: [18:20] ::checks the sensor readings:: Coming into sensor range of the outpost [18:20] ::turns the blade handle-first to Lora:: Heh. I love that. Here, this is for you. You might be needing it. [18:20] 12=.\ction= Coro comes out of warp near the starbase. Once a Federation facility (Deep Space Station K-7), the base was sold 55 years ago to a Ferengi concern, which maintains it as a neutral port-of-call and resupply point. Ships from all of the local starfaring races are welcome to dock. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] <> [18:21] ::smirks:: Looks different than the last time I was here. [18:21] <> [18:21] ::turns, noting Dalton -- looks at the knife, then Dalton, then the knife again:: Say again, Mr. Dalton? [18:21] ::taps the science console:: Now scanning the facility. ::appearantly unfazed by Dalton's little display:: [18:22] ::smiles at Dejat:: Same here. Request a docking clearance for us, Mr. Dejat, then dock at your discretion. [18:22] ::shrugs:: I dunno what it means. A friend just told me to say it. [18:22] ::looks at the knife again dubiously:: And the knife? [18:22] Well, it's good for cutting vegetables. And flesh. [18:22] ::grins:: Considering what happened last time I was here, my discretion tells me not to dock. But, down to business. ::taps in a docking request, which is promptly replied to, and then moves upto a docking port:: [18:23] ::turns slightly to bring Mr. Dalton into his field of view, and the knife:: [18:23] ::nods:: I see. Well, chances are excellent that you'll be needing it more than I will, Mr. Dalton. [18:23] Oh, I'm sure I'll be safe down in Seventh Heaven. [18:23] ::smirks at Dalton's statement:: Amusing... [18:23] ::thinks, then looks hard at Lora:: ... Right? [18:24] ::checks the results of the sensor scans:: He doesn't know yet, Captain? [18:24] Well, that's why I called you up here, actually. Major Ironside, how many hackers did you say that were conversant with taking over a Klingon computer system? [18:24] ::chuckles to herself:: This'll be fun. [18:24] I have five marines proficient enough in computer penetration to isolate and take control of the Klingon mainframes, Commander. [18:24] ::nods satisfactorily:: We're docked, Commander. ::turns around, noting Mr. Dalton seemingly for the first time:: Ah, Mr. Dalton! Good of you to join us. [18:25] ::nods sagely:: And how many Klingon ships will we be capturing today? [18:25] ::looks at Dejat:: I'm not joining you ... [18:25] ::listens to Ironside:: [18:25] Six, sir. I'll be leading the assault on the sixth vessel personally. [18:25] ::turns to face the rest of the crew:: That's what you think, Mr. Dalton. [18:25] ::turns an amused glance on Dalton:: Consider yourself drafted, Mr. Dalton. We both know you are conversant in the applicable systems, and you just heard the Major say we don't have enough people. [18:25] *** Garstini|Away (garstini@Star7354.dialup.mindspring.com) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:25] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Garstini|Away [18:26] ::shakes his head with amusement:: Still upset with me, Mr. Dalton? [18:26] *** Garstini|Away is now known as LTTC_Drexler [18:26] If it makes you feel any better, you can join Major Ironside on the first team -- you'll be very well-protected. [18:26] ::shifts slightly and arches an eyebrow at Mr. Dalton, then stands:: Just get us in, Mr. Dalton. Then you can run back to your sanctuary on deck seven. [18:26] ::looks dubiously at Ironside:: Certainly, as long as he doesn't shoot me himself. I know from my many scans of his rather primitive mind that he has certainly dreamed about it. [18:26] ::looks at Lora:: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I am needed ... uh, elsewhere. ::bows slightly:: [18:26] ::chuckles, then turns and nods at Dejat:: Thank you, Lieutenant. [18:26] ::narrows his eyes slightly:: [18:27] ::turns and begins to leave:: [18:27] ::grabs Dalton by the back of his collar and heaves him back around to face the Commander:: [18:27] ::turns back to Dalton:: I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter, Mr. Dalton. Should even one of those ships escape us, the full force of the remaining rebel Klingon ships will fall upon this ship like a storm. [18:27] ::raises both eyebrows, watching the interplay:: [18:27] <<::falls over from the inundating of sim briefings:: One is enough, people, please... :P>> [18:27] And if that happens, I guarantee you that Coronado... and your own self... will not survive it. [18:28] ::wrenches free of Ironside, and smoothes out his collar:: Careful, don't wrinkle the suit. [18:28] Our only hope is to capture all 6 ships at once. ::watches Dalton:: [18:28] And who exactly has convinced you that I am some sort of ... master hacker? ::smiles:: [18:28] ::smiles back benignly:: I have nothing but confidence in your ability to improvise. [18:29] And if you can't work it out, I'm sure you and Mr. Dejat working together can. [18:29] ::smirks:: What a delightful idea, Captain. [18:29] ::chuckles:: How fun, indeed! [18:29] Oh, yes. Agents of the Obsidian Order are well versed in such matters. Far more than bartenders, I assure you. [18:29] ::inwardly sighs at the need to now protect two officers not in full combat gear:: [18:29] ::nods bemused:: I thought so, myself. Major, Exec, are all six teams prepared? [18:30] Still, if it is your wish to have me along because you believe your crew incapable of handling this matter ... Well, I'll be happy to make sure things go smoothly. [18:30] ::grins:: Now Mr. Dalton, what leads you to believe that I was anything more than a clerk or janitor for the Order?> [18:30] Awaiting the order, sir. Just give the word. [18:30] Major Ironside, the word is given. [18:30] ::looks at Dejat:: Because I've seen your quarters. You can't clean. [18:30] <<*cough* ST2 *cough*>> [18:30] ::chuckles:: [18:30] <<;) Just call me reference-man tonight.>> [18:30] ::nods and turns back to his console, tapping six keys in sequence and nodding at the Commander before moving to the turbolift:: Mr. Dalton, Mr. Dejat.... [18:31] ::stands and nods to a replacement helm officer before following Ironside into the turbolift:: [18:31] ::sighs and gives Lora a rather nasty icy look before walking off towards the lift:: [18:31] ::heads over for Titan:: What kind of shape can we expect those ships' engines to be in, Ensign? [18:31] ::turns back to her console:: I've located the six landing areas on the station that are closest to the ships and which are the least populated. [18:32] Assault transporter four ::checks the magazine on his pulse rifle:: [18:32] ::turns and nods:: Ka'tek has assured me that he has sufficient warriors in place on the station to prevent any interference from the ships' crews. You'll only need to eliminate the watch officers. [18:32] ::looks over at Ironside:: Mighty weapon, Major. Your personal preference? [18:32] Ka'tek was very specific, however, that they not be captured. [18:32] <<::grumblegrumble:: Need to go help my grandma with something.>> [18:32] *** LTTC_Drexler is now known as ObsGarstini [18:33] ::raises the weapon to the ceiling:: In the close combat situation we'll be entering, yes. ::tilts his head slightly:: I would have thought that you would recognize that personal preference in weaponry depends largely on the situation, lieutenant. [18:33] ::grabs one of Ironside's backup weapons:: Thanks. [18:33] ::grins and speaks in a bad german accent:: Kill zem! Kill zem all! [18:33] ::smiles wryly:: Spoken like a true Rihannsu, Exec. [18:33] the engines will be run down and damaged [18:34] ::chuckles:: I'll take that as a compliment, sir. [18:34] ::smirks:: Naturally it does. But there's always the off-chance that you don't care. ::looks into Ironside's eyes a moment:: No, you seem to be the kind that wishes to get things done precisely. [18:34] You do that. ::turns and nods at Titan:: Once each ship is secure, you and a team will need to beam over to each and check them before we attempt to launch them. [18:35] ::judges Dejat quickly, then turns as the turbo comes to a halt and the doors open:: Precision itself is a weapon, lieutenant ::exits the turbo and heads for the assault transporter:: [18:35] <> [18:35] ::shakes his head with a smirk, then follows Ironside out, thinking how unaware the Major really is:: [18:36] <> [18:36] << only i used em last week :P >> [18:36] <> [18:36] <> [18:36] AT4> ::enters the large room to find the squadron on the pad, and quickly steps up himself:: [18:37] *> ::walks behind Dejat:: Did you ever stop to consider how unlikely a trio we make? [18:37] ::looks up from her console:: Captain, if we're going to beam the assault teams down, now is the time. [18:37] ::nods:: Get me Ka'tek on the station, Exec. [18:37] ::walks back down toward the holographic tank:: [18:37] AT4> Unlikely is too gentle a word, Mister Dalton ::grins:: [18:37] AT4> Mr. Ironside hates me, and doesn't trust you much more ... I know not to trust you, and I could care less about the Major ... and you ... [18:37] ::nods:: +comm+ Coronado to Ka'tek.... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] AT4> Well, we all know Backstabbing is one of the first courses taught at Obsidian U. ::smiles as he steps onto the pad:: [18:38] 4Ka'tek> +com+ Ka'tek here. My warriors are ready to proceed. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] AT4> Wise move. Not trusting me, that is. ::steps up next to Dalton:: Now now, we're more honorable than that. The first course is deceit. ::grins:: [18:39] ::reaches up and lowers the visor on his helmet, sealing the suit and activating the external sensors:: If we run into a heavy firefight, use our armour as shields, gentlemen. [18:39] AT4> ::as he adjusts the phaser setting:: All the same, my back won't ever be in front of you. [18:39] < that>> [18:39] ::scans:: There's only four people in the vicinity of the six ships; we should send them in now. [18:39] 12=.\ction= The holographic tank expands to show the entire base, then zooms in on one particular Bird of Prey, labelled on the screen as the H'tock. Four people are listed as being aboard. [18:39] AT4> What armor? [18:39] AT4> ::looks over at Ironside:: And what about those of us that don't have armor? [18:39] ::nods:: +com+ Coro to Ka'tek. We are initiating now. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] ::turns:: Exec, proceed with the operation. [18:39] AT4> ::smiles inside his helmet:: I was referring to you two. Use us as shields ::motions to the rest of the armoured marines:: [18:40] AT4> Ah, quite right. [18:40] AT4> Oh, more than happy to. [18:40] ::nods:: Aye, sir +comm+ Attention assault teams - ten seconds till transport. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] AT4> ::speaks a final warning as he demats:: Just don't get in front of us.... [18:40] ::counts down, pinpointing the landing areas:: Transporting.... now! [18:41] 12=.\ction= Ka'tek has apparently also left his combadge frequency open... a loud banging noise is heard, followed by yelling and the unmistakeable sound of a fist hitting someone's face. [18:41] *** LMMC_Ironside is now known as [LMMC_Ironside] [18:41] *** Mr_Dalton is now known as [Mr_Dalton] [18:41] AT4> ::demats/remats:: [18:41] *** LJHL_Dejat is now known as [LJHL_Dejat] [18:41] <[Mr_Dalton]> No worries ... I'll be far, far behind you, Major. [18:41] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <> [18:41] 12=.\ction= The 6 assault teams beam in near three transfer access corridors, each leading to two ships. Ironside's team leads into one, followed by another assault force destined for another BOP. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] +comm+ Assault teams, report in. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] ::smiles, amused:: Sounds like Ka'tek's plan for a distraction involves a bar brawl. [18:42] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Proceeding as planned ::switches frequencies:: All squadrons, commence assault ::brings his pulse rifle up as he moves, half crouched:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] ::looks over at Lora:: They're down, sir. [18:43] 12=.\ction= Ironside's team reaches a circular hatchway, apparently locked and sealed. The BOP is visible docked on the other side. [18:43] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::produces a Cardassian compressor pistol from somewhere and brings to ready position:: [18:43] ::frowns:: Not much to do now but sit back and wait, eh, Commander? [18:43] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::stops beside the hatchway and moves up against the wall opposite another marine, motioning the squad to make a path for Dalton and Dejat:: [18:43] ::nods at Tal:: Keep a lock on the teams. ::turns:: Ensign Titan, can you access the starbase's security grid? I'd kind of like to see the security camera view of Ka'tek's location, if that's possible. [18:44] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::looks at Ironside:: I'm assuming you want someone to hack that door open? [18:44] <[Mr_Dalton]> Oh, a locked door. Surely you can handle this, Mr. Dejat. [18:44] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::leans against the wall:: [18:44] <[LMMC_Ironside]> I'd just as soon blow it off, Lieutenant, but that would alert the Klingons to our presence, wouldn't it? [18:44] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::nods and moves forward, glancing at the control panel for a moment, then producing another gadget from somewhere that looks vaguely like a Cardassian PADD and rapidly begins tapping it, eyes flicking back and forth:: [18:44] ::locks the assault teams into the transporter:: Computer, set transporter control to voice and manual mode.. [18:45] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::nods satisfactorily as the console acknowledges and the door parts aside:: [18:45] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks back at Ironside:: It's good to have an assistant around. [18:45] ::heads for the Science station, not content to sit and do nothing:: [18:45] 12=.\ction= COMPUTER> Affirmative [18:45] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Thank you, lieutenant..::swings back into his stride and begins moving through the docking collar:: [18:45] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Yes, it is, Mr. Dalton. Thank you for being around. ::smiles with a twinkle in his eye:: [18:45] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::moves out of the Marines' way:: [18:45] ::sighs:: Well, now we can get them back at just a word, sir. [18:45] 12=.\ction= The door cracks open -- there is a guard near the other side, who turns a corner, then halts in surprise at Ironside's approach. [18:45] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::regards Dejat only with the rise of an eyebrow:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::lets loose with a three round burst into the Klingon's upper torso with his pulse rifle without breaking his stride:: [18:46] ::drops into the chair at the Science station and starts tapping at it:: [18:46] ::grimaces as she reads the screen:: Assault Team 1 should be encountering the first of their resistance [18:46] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::follows quite behind the Marines:: [18:47] 12=.\ction= In the holographic tank, all six teams have successfully boarded the ships, four by hacking the doors, two by cutting through the locks with pulse welders. [18:47] <<::frowns at the Captain:: Hey, i like you, too - but get off my lap!>> [18:47] <<:P The OTHER science console, then.>> [18:48] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::stops at an intersection and motions for two marines to hold the position, then continues towards the vessel's control centre:: [18:48] ::nods:: Stay with them. I'm trying to get a picture of what's going on on the station. [18:48] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::nods at the two guards as the main group continues on [18:48] ::glances at Lora sitting beside her:: Aye sir.... [18:48] 12=Description= The Klingon ship is fairly typical -- dark, cramped corridors with a strange smell wafting through them. The team reaches the engine room where a technician is apparently at work, his back turned to the group. [18:49] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::"holsters" the hacking PADD and devotes his hands to the pistol:: [18:49] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::motions for silence, then begins to creep forwards, taking one hand off his rifle to reach down and draw a knife from his hip:: [18:49] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::whispers:: Allow me. [18:49] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::stands up and throws the d'k tagh with lethal accuracy:: [18:49] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::smirks at Dalton:: Not bad. [18:50] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::stops, as the d'k tagh flies over his shoulder and clamps his teeth together:: [18:50] 12=.\ction= The technician starts to turn -- perhaps seeing Ironside's reflection in his console -- but drops, the knife protruding from his throat. [18:50] ::turns back to her station:: Perhaps if you could tap into the images from their internal sensors, sir... [18:50] ::scans the ships for posible malifuctions and weaknesses [18:50] <[Mr_Dalton]> Hmm ... I was 3 milimeters off. ::shrugs:: [18:50] ::nods:: Trying... ::grumbles:: There we go. ::taps once more, bringing up an image:: [18:50] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::shakes head:: You're getting sloppy, Mister Dalton. [18:50] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::quickly moves forward to place his own knife in the Klingon's chest while covering the technician's mouth his his hand to avoid any....unpleasant alarms:: [18:50] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Although, D'k'taghs aren't very precise weapons. [18:51] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks down at Dejat:: I suppose you would have wanted to headbutt him? [18:51] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Hastings, Gregg, take two other and find the other two guards onboard. Mr. Dalton, Mr. Dejat, the computers are yours..... [18:51] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <> [18:51] ::turns to Titan:: Ensign, can we get a little more power for the sensors? I'm detecting some mild interferance from the Klingon vessel.... [18:51] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::walks over to the Klingon and pulls out the d'k tagh:: [18:52] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::chuckles:: No, too barbaric. ::brandishes the pistol:: This can shoot a single hair off your head at 900 met...::turns to Ironside:: Very well. ::moves over to a console and produces his PADD again:: [18:52] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::grimaces at the gore and wipes it off on the floor:: [18:52] 12=.\ction= Meanwhile, on the station, a large bar brawl has apparently broken out. Visible on the screen, Klingons are literally destroying the place, though one side is armed with heavy weapons, and is therefore coming out on top... [18:52] ::taps the console and boosts the sensor power [18:52] <[LMMC_Ironside]> The rest of you, set up in defensive positions ::turns to face the entrance way and sets up his guard:: [18:53] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Seal off the vessel, if you can.... [18:53] ::grimaces:: Captain, there is some definite interferance coming from Assault Team 3's target. [18:53] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::grabs Dejat's wrist:: Watch it. Don't set off any of the safeguards. There are fake directories. [18:53] ::spins his chair:: See if you can isolate it. [18:53] captian one ship has a warp limit of warp2 [18:53] ::turns to Titan and frowns:: That's bad, but at least we can get it out of the system and repair it. What about the others? [18:53] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::shrugs off Dalton with surprising ease:: I'm well aware of fake directories. I was actually trained to do this, remember? If I weren't under oath otherwise, I'd give you a detailed recounting of a similar event. ::begins bypassing directories until he finds what he's looking for:: [18:54] and the one ironside is on is rapidl loseing power to the impulse engines [18:54] ::scans:: Looks like they have a damaged plasma coil in their cloak... but that shouldn't produce this level of interferance. [18:54] 12=.\ction= A deep and grumbling voice, speaking Klingon, announces itself over the Engineering speakers on Ironside's target. [18:54] <[Mr_Dalton]> Under oath! ::laughs:: Since when did a spy keep his word? [18:54] ::looks over at Titan:: Is that slower ship the one that Assault Team 3 is on? [18:54] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::glances at Dalton:: The difference between you and I, Mr. Dalton, is that I keep my promises. Spy or not. ::suddenly perks up as the voice begins speaking:: Oh dear. [18:55] ::frowns even more:: That's not good, Ensign. Get over there with a team as quickly as you can and get started on repairs -- if we can't pull that ship out of here, we're advertising our intentions. [18:55] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::arches an eyebrow upon the Klingon voice:: [18:55] ::haeds to engineering [18:56] 12=.\ction= The Klingon voice repeats itself, growing annoyed. [18:56] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::tilts his head to one side:: He's just asking for an engine status report. [18:56] ::tries to isolate the cause of the interferance on Target 3:: Sir, this doesn't look quite right... [18:56] ::leans over Tal's station:: Can you be more specific, Exec? [18:56] <[LJHL_Dejat]> I'll deal with it. ::toggles the comm on:: [The engines will be back up shortly. Worry not. Success!] [18:57] <[LJHL_Dejat]> There, that should shut him up. ::turns back to hacking through directories and cutting into the control codes:: [18:57] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::rolls his eyes:: 'Worry not?' [18:57] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +taps+ Gregg, triangulate that signal and track him down. ::turns as Dejat speaks and swears internally:: [18:57] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::shrugs:: Klingons. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:57] 12=.\ction= Though Dejat doesn't know it, he actually says "The engines will be hard fast. Do not concern yourself. Success!" [18:57] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [18:57] <[Mr_Dalton]> << he's rusty :P >> [18:58] <> [18:58] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [18:58] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [18:58] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::begins monitoring internal ship communications from another console:: [18:58] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Ironside to Coronado, recommended you commence jamming procedures. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] 12=.\ction= Another Klingon turns the corner into Engineering, an angry look on his face. He says something. [18:58] ::frowns:: It looks like Target 3 suffered more damage than it's crew thought... they look to be about seventeen minutes from a power core breach... [18:59] Damn. OK, tell our team to sabotage that one, then pull them out. [18:59] ::glances over at Lora:: We should notify Team 3. [18:59] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::swings around and opens fire simultaneously with two other marines, the pulse fire shredding the Klingon into unrecognizable portions:: [18:59] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::glances over at the Klingon:: Major, please deal with that. ::turns back to hacking in an extremely carefree manner:: [18:59] ::nods:: [18:59] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::to Dejat:: Guess they didn't buy your comment. They're sending down some people. [18:59] 12=.\ction= The Klingon barely has time to register surprise. [18:59] <[Mr_Dalton]> I'd say you get a D in Klingonese. [18:59] 12=Description= Meanwhile, the bar brawl is in full swing. Ka'tek's people clearly have the upper hand, and the rebels are starting to panic and retreat. [19:00] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Is the ship sealed yet? [19:00] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::smirks:: Oh, I wouldn't have made the mistake, but I did it for the Major's benefit. He seems like he wants to blow something up. [19:00] +com+ Team 3, this is the Coronado - your Target is now sixteen minutes from a warp core breach; do what you can to,,,, ::frowns and cuts the channel:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:00] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::looks at the PADD:: Yes, yes, Major. [19:00] ::looks again at her readings:: Captain... [19:00] ::enters engineering and grabs the first two teams he sees and drags them to the transporter room:: [19:01] ::runs one hand through his hair and looks at Tal impatiently:: Don't keep bad news a secret, Commander. Out with it. [19:01] 12=.\ction= Lora, watching Tal, fails to see several of the retreating Klingons pull out communicators... [19:01] The destruction of Target 3 will wipe out the station and every ship docked with it... [19:01] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Now, what do we want the control codes to be? [19:01] ::turns palely towards Lora:: We have to get it clear. [19:02] ::pales:: Can the team set it to pilot out on auto? [19:02] +taps+captain i have two teams ready where do you want them [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:02] ::glances at the boards:: I'll...see... [19:02] +taps+ Ensign, check with Ironside -- make sure the ship is secure before you beam over. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:02] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Gregg> +com+ Bridge is clear, Major. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:02] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::nods:: There's our four... [19:03] +taps+ironside is your ship sucure [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] 12=.\ction= Gregg's words turn out to be... a little premature. Columns of red-orange light coalesce into a half- dozen Klingons on target 1, four in Engineering, two on the Bridge. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks back at Ironside:: Major ... one of the other ships is nearing a warp core breach. I'd recommend undocking ... ::looks at the phaser fire:: [19:03] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::spins around:: Didn't count on this. ::grabs his PADD and draws his pistol:: [19:03] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::mutters as he picks out his first target and lets out a three round round burst through the warrior's head:: [19:03] +com+ Team3 - can you set your Target to autopilot? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] 12=.\ction= A pause is followed by: Team3_Leader> +com+ Negative, Commander; automations are smashed over here... [19:04] ::sees something out of the corner of his eye, and notes the beamouts:: +taps+ All teams, prepare for armed incoming! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:04] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::fires a few quick shots, one of which pierces neatly into a Klingon's head:: [19:04] ::returns to bridge:: [19:04] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::sighs and walks over to the console and continues working on gaining control while everyone else deals with the Klingons:: [19:04] 12=.\ction= Two Klingons go down, one to Ironside, one to Dejat. A third fires, knocking down a Marine. The forth finds something to duck behind for cover. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:05] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::calls out:: Major! You wouldn't happen to have a grenade or two, would you? [19:05] ::looks at the sensors:: [19:05] ::turns to Lora:: Dammit! Captain - Target 3 has no automation, and it seems as if there's no chance of repairing in time. [19:05] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::pulls a small concussion grenade off of his bandolier and sets the detonation radius quickly, tossing it over the klingon's cover before rolling behind his own cover:: Down! [19:05] 4Ka'tek> +taps+ Ka'tek to Coronado! Two dozen of the rebels escaped us! They have probably beamed to your targets! [19:05] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::ducks under the console, using the chair as cover:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:05] what about a core ejections [19:05] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::gasps and ducks:: [19:06] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::draws his PPP as he rolls, blasting the upright klingon in the chest as the concussion grenade goes off with a loud bang:: [19:06] ::shakes her head:: the core would still be too close. We'd more than feel it. [19:06] 12=.\ction= The grenade explodes, stunning the 4th Klingon into unconsciousness but further damaging the ship's impulse control systems. The third tries to run for the door in the confusion, but is cut down. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:06] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [19:06] +taps+ Away teams, report! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:06] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::finishes taking over the computer:: Okay ... how's about we get out of here now? [19:06] Besides, the last time I checked, Klingons don't build ejector systems on their warp cores... "dishonorable" or something like that... [19:07] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::quickly heads over and takes care of the fourth Klingon:: +taps+ We've had a little company, Commander, but it's being dealt with. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:07] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::quickly checks over Dalton's hacking job, nodding approvingly:: Good job, Mister Dalton. Carried on my work. Quite worthy. [19:07] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::switches channels:: Gregg, Hastings, report. [19:07] ::looks down at her console:: and now only 12 minutes till breach... [19:07] what about a tractor beam the coronado could tow the ship to a safe distance [19:07] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::ignores Dejat:: You become tiresome in large doses, spy. [19:07] ::nods:: Exec, undock us. We'll tow the third ship clear ourselves, then cut it loose and beam off the team. [19:07] ::looks at Lora:: Aye, sir... [19:08] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Gregg> ::grunting as if in pain:: They got off a few shots, sir, but we're clear up here. [19:08] ::heads for the Helm:: [19:08] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [19:08] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks back at Ironside:: I think I can forcibly blow the mooring clamps ... do you have a course you wish to set? [19:08] ::turns:: Titan, get over there and jury-rig those impulse engines. [19:08] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Whichever course gets us as far away from the station in the least amount of time, Mr. Dalton. [19:08] ::sits down at flight ops and reconfigures the panel to something she can work with:: [19:09] <[Mr_Dalton]> Well, unfortunately, without impulse engines, all I can do is maneuver us away from the base, then initiate a cold warp jump. [19:09] 12=.\ction= Reports start coming in from the other teams -- all have been more or less successful and are starting to undock their ships. Ka'tek's warriors also start beaming into all six targets, two of them almost getting themselves shot for their trouble. [19:09] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::stands up and brushes himself off, then moves over to another console:: Mister Dalton, might I handle this? [19:09] Clearing all moorings. Impulse engines ready. Thrusters aft one third. [19:09] +taps+team1 prepare to transport over [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:09] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::shrugs, moving aside:: You perfectionists. Can't believe anyone else can actually DO anything. [19:10] ::runs to transporter room:: [19:10] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::quickly pops over to the downed marine and examines his rather significant wound:: +com+ Ironside to Coronado, one to beam directly to sickbay. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] ::demat/remat:: [19:10] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::shrugs:: I am the helmsman. ::sits down and begins tapping the console, quickly breaking the airlock seal:: [19:10] 12=.\ction= The Coronado slips away from the station and moves slowly towards the damaged third target. [19:10] ::stands up and heads for his chair:: Tractor beam. [19:10] <[Mr_Dalton]> Well, helm us away from the station as fast as you can. Unfortunately, I don't think it will be in time, so I'll reinforce the shields. [19:10] ::orders the team to split and get to work [19:10] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::nods:: You do that. ::smirks:: [19:11] ::engages impulse engines:: Thirty seconds to target, tractor on standby [19:11] 12=.\ction= With a chirping sound from the Helm console, the Coronado's impulse engines engage... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] ::flips forward the arm console on his chair and prepares to beam the team 3 people off:: [19:11] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::begins rerouting all available power to the shields:: [19:11] ::glances over her shoulder:: Transporter controls are available on voice commands, if you wish, sir. [19:11] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::moves over to an engineering console and taps rapidly, beginning to isolate the plasma leak in the impulse manifolds while looking around occasionally to confirm the area is clear:: [19:11] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::uses docking thrusters to shove away from the station, employing a weak-level reverse tractor beam to add thrust, then using wing-mounted thrusters to bring the ship around:: [19:11] +taps+captain that should hold it long enough to make warp [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Okay, Major, or someone, please contact the Coronado and inform her that we're ready to go. [19:12] +com+ Coro to all ships, jump to warp as soon as you're clear. We'll rendezvous with you at the prearranged coordinates. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::absently klicks in to his channel to the Coronado:: +com+ This is target one, we are departing the station. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] ::looks at her console:: Ready to tractor the target as soon as her moorings are free. ::frowns:: Captain... we're receiving a hail from the starbase. [19:13] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::continues his massive piece of jury-rigging in order to bypass the damaged sections of the impulse engine:: [19:13] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::hears the com:: Or not. ::quickly engages the warp drive, accelerating away:: Ah. ::glances at Dalton and considers saying something, but decides against it, then looks to the Major:: We're safely away, Major. [19:13] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's enginges engage, and the frigate flashes to warp! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] Tractor the target. [19:13] ::chuckles:: Something about "docking fees"... [19:13] <[LJHL_Dejat]> <> [19:13] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::uses the ship's comm system:: +com+ Yes, and I'd like to be beamed off this garbage scow now, Captain. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] ::nods and engages tractor beam:: Snaggin her now, Commander. [19:13] 12=.\ction= The tractor beam engages, snaring the target... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] ::turns, then laughs:: Tell them to bill me. Now, let's get out of here. Full impulse! [19:14] ::punches the controls and activates the impulse engines:: Full impulse, aye! [19:14] ::beams team 3 off the third ship, then:: +taps+ Mr. Dalton, transporters don't work very well at a range of... ::checks:: 80 billion kilometers, but I'm willing to try if you are. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::nods:: Thank you, Mr. Dejat.......::ceases tapping:: You now have minimal impulse control, as well. Don't push her past thirty percent though. ::turns to Dalton:: Contrary to popular belief, Marines are far from intellectually challenged. ::pops the seal on his visor:: [19:15] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::nods:: I hope we won't need to. [19:15] <[Mr_Dalton]> +com+ As soon as we're within range, expect a beam-in. I have no intention of sleeping here. Mr. Dalton out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:15] ::smirks:: Range from the station, and time to detonation, Exec? [19:15] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks at Ironside, looking somewhat tired:: Yes, I'm sure you're right. I apologize, Mr. Ironside. [19:15] <> [19:15] *** ENen_Titan has quit IRC (Quit: night ) [19:16] ::grimaces:: The core breach of target 3 has accelerated - forty-five seconds till breach... it'll still do a hell of a lot of damage at this range. [19:16] <[LMMC_Ironside]> I hear Klingon beds are quite good for the back, Mr. Dalton. Are you sure you're not willing to give them a try? ::smiles minisculey:: [19:16] <[Mr_Dalton]> Quite. I don't care to be killed in my sleep. [19:16] ::Turns back:: we could attempt a warp tractor.... [19:16] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Good for the back, bad for the sleep, Major. [19:16] ::nods:: 30 more seconds, then cut us loose. Jump to warp as soon as that's done. [19:16] <[Mr_Dalton]> Besides, you hardly need me around anymore. [19:16] 12=.\ction= The Klingon that was earlier stunned by Ironside's grenade starts to come to. [19:17] ::grins:: by the seat of our pants, eh, sir? [19:17] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::looks over and instantly the pistol appears in his hand:: [19:17] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::hears a bit of rustling, then raises an eyebrow and moves over, looking down upon the klingon with an armoured boot on his chest:: Well, we seem to have picked up a POW... [19:17] ::looks up and smiles blandly:: We're preserving the safety of a civilian facility, Exec. [19:17] ::flicks the tractor beam to the off position and engages the warp engines:: And away we go! [19:17] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's enginges engage, and the frigate flashes to warp! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:17] 12=.\ction= The Klingon doesn't attempt to sit up, but DOES say something which is presumably very rude. [19:18] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::rolls his eyes:: Oh, like I've never heard THAT said in a bar before. How original. [19:18] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::grins in spite of himself:: My my, that was quite a slur. ::barks something at the Klingon the the effect of "Silence or be eaten.":: [19:18] 12=.\ction= BOP #3 explodes a few seconds later as its warp core overloads. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:19] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::removes his boot from the Klingon's chest and stands back, motioning for a few marines to keep their weapons trained on him:: [19:19] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::looks over at Ironside:: Major, shoot him. He's going to do something ... [19:19] ::looks down at her board:: Looks like the Starbase still took some heavy damage from that; but it's nothing that can't be repaired.... incoming hail, sir. [19:19] it's your friend, aboard Target 4 [19:19] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::continues describing one of the least-pleasant forms of..."information gathering" the Obsidian Order uses to the Klingon in his own language:: [19:19] 5Klingon> Maj'Qa! ::spits and flicks something on his waist with one hand:: [19:20] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Target one to Coronado. We have picked up a prisoner, Commander. ::looks at Dalton, then at the three marines training pulse rifles at the Klingon:: No he's not, Mr. Dalton. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] +com+ Stand by, Team 1. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] *** ObsCdtMasters (wisher1126@Star5680.ipt.aol.com) has joined #uss-coronado [19:20] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::winces as blood splatters up from the Klingon's position from multiple pulse rifle shells:: [19:20] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::shakes his head and covers his eyes:: (m) Why does they never listen to me? [19:20] 4Ka'tek> +com+ Ka'tek to Coronado! Well done, Commander! Advise your warriors not to trust any of the rebels -- they will not hesitate to destroy your people and themselves if cornered... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:21] 12=.\ction= disrupt.wav The Klingon dies a swift death, but a high-pitched keening noise echoes from the body, growing louder and louder... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:21] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Sounds like a grenade... [19:21] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::swears:: Do we have transporters? [19:21] ::frowns:: That sounds like the Klingons - die taking out as many enemies as possible... [19:21] <[Mr_Dalton]> I don't know. ::checks:: [19:22] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::moves over to the Klingon and begins searching through the remains:: [19:22] 12=.\ction= The wailing noise grows louder and louder and louder... [19:22] <[Mr_Dalton]> Locking on ... ::taps at the transporter controls:: ... Energizing ... [19:22] <[LJHL_Dejat]> Oh dear. It's coming from his sidearm. He must've put it on overload. [19:22] 12=.\ction= And is cut off, as if by a knife as the body beams out, very nearly taking out Mr. Dejat's hand with it. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:22] ::chuckles, checking on the Assault Teams:: +com+ Assault Team 1 - we'll be in range in two minutes; stand by with that prisoner. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] *** ObsCdtMasters (wisher1126@Star5680.ipt.aol.com) has left #uss-coronado [19:23] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::withdraws his hand quickly, then spins to Dalton:: Careful! [19:23] 12=.\ction= The prisoner is soon an ever- expanding cloud of molecules in the wake of target 1. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::smirks:: Yes, rather sloppy of me. Look, you still have your hand. [19:23] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Cancel that, Coronado. Our guest decided not to cooperate... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:24] 4Ka'tek> +com+ Ka'tek to Coronado -- are you there? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:24] +com+ Ka'tek - go ahead. Captain, you gonna take that? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:24] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::grabs a piece of cloth off of one of the fallen Klingons and wipes his hands off, then produces the pistol and slightly raises it:: I would adivse not testing me, Mr. Dalton. ::smiles:: A Ferengi had the displeasure of doing that once. Ended up taking eighteen days to die. [19:24] +com+ Ummm... yes, yes, no problem, Ka'tek. ::pauses:: And I find your thinking that my people would be so unprofessional as to fall for such an obvious trick quite insulting. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:25] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::yawns widely at Dejat, and says nothing:: [19:25] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::flicks his eyes to Dejat's weapon as it comes up, then to Dalton:: [19:25] ::crosses both sets of fingers, glad the connection to Ka'tek isn't a visual one:: [19:25] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::turns to monitor the makeshift ops console once again:: [19:25] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::places the pistol in his holster, then grabs the PADD and puts it away as well:: [19:26] ::glances down at the helm:: +com+ Team 1 - ten seconds to recovery; are you ready? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] 4Ka'tek> ::amused:: +com+ Of course, Commander. I will see you at the rendezvous. There is still much left to do. Ka'tek out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] ::glances back at Lora:: You okay, sir? [19:26] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Confirmed, Coronado. Standing by for recovery. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] ::exhales, chuckling:: Perfectly, Exec. Let's get our people back and leave the Klingon ships to the Klingons. [19:27] <[Mr_Dalton]> ::stands up:: Finally ... [19:27] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Well, Mr. Dalton, seems you get to go home alive after all... [19:27] <[Mr_Dalton]> Trust me, I never intend to get into a situation like this again. [19:27] <[Mr_Dalton]> O [19:27] <[Mr_Dalton]> I'm hardly getting hazard pay, after all. [19:27] 12=.\ction= Ka'tek's people come into Engineering and begin taking over the stations, preemptorily pushing the SF people out of the way. [19:27] +com+ Energizing, Team 1 [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:27] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::demat/remat:: [19:27] *** [LMMC_Ironside] is now known as LMMC_Ironside [19:27] *** [Mr_Dalton] is now known as Mr_Dalton [19:27] <[LJHL_Dejat]> ::demat/remat:: [19:27] *** [LJHL_Dejat] is now known as LJHL_Dejat [19:28] ::steps off the padd:: Well, that was fun. Next time you need a hacker, don't call me ... [19:28] +com+ Welcome back to the Coronado, gentlemen. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:28] TR> ::leaves the transporter room:: [19:28] ::turns to Lora:: Laying in a course for Targets 2,5, and 6 [19:28] ::remats on the pad and steps down, nodding at the transporter chief:: Allright, marines, back to the bunks.... [19:28] AT4> ::looks at Ironside:: Major, does he not pose a threat to security? [19:28] <>> [19:28] ::drops back into his chair, flipping the armrest console closed and nods:: Thank you, Exec. [19:29] ::activates the impulse engines and sits back:: [19:29] AT$> ::slings his rifle over his shoulder and turns to Dejat, removing his helmet:: Possibly the biggest threat onboard this ship, Lieutenant ::looks towards the door that Dalton exited:: But it's the Commander's ship. [19:29] ::idly starts to wonder what Ka'tek meant by there being "much left to do":: [19:30] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM PAUSE =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:30] ::leans back and spins to face Lora:: Just another day at the office, wouldn't you say, sir? [19:30] AT4> And so it is. ::considers:: I believe I'll need to speak to the Commander. ::nods to Ironside, then exits:: [19:30] ::attn:: [19:30] ::attn:: [19:30] ::attn:: [19:30] <> [19:30] OK! Not a bad little sim for so few people. :) Any final questions or comments? [19:30] ::stands:: [19:30] <> [19:30] NOW does anyone want to make a side bet on whether Dejat will kill Dalton or vice versa? ;) [19:31] ::chuckles:: [19:31] Nah, I'll just expose him for the traitor he is. Leave him to the court martial ;) [19:31] ummm... 25 bars on Dalton and 27 on Dejat [19:31] ;) [19:31] Trust me, Captain ... after that last dangerous mission, you're far higher on the list ... [19:31] LOL No questions, I take it. In that case, Exec, please dismiss the crew. I've gotta go get busy recruiting. ;) * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12LCXO_Tal has called: Company, at ease! 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:31] Riiiight. Dejat has promised to protect Starfleet and the Federation, under oath as an officer. Soooooo, he wouldn't dream of being a traitor ;) [19:31] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Time to relax -- 12http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/ ' [19:31] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m [19:32] Forward that newsletter! =) [19:32] *** LMMC_Ironside is now known as Fraser [19:32] *** LJHL_Dejat is now known as McC [19:32] *** CRCO_Lora is now known as Jester [19:32] *** LCXO_Tal is now known as Tinky [19:32] *** Mr_Dalton is now known as Heiwa [19:32] ::nods:: I'll do that right now. :) Hold on a sec. [19:32] :) [19:32] Much fun, Rossman