[18:00] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::smiles and waives:: I'm here [18:00] Lose the ^ thing. ;P [18:00] Lots of crew tonight. [18:00] Let's not start that again, Brad. =) [18:00] * ENDR_Barnes might have to leave suddenly, waiting for very important call [18:00] Only one missing tonight. That's more like it. :) [18:00] Allie is my friend, she'll listn to me ;) [18:01] LCARS, let's start right on time for a change. :) * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12CRCO_Lora has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:01] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [18:01] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:01] * LTTC_Drexler pokes Allie [18:01] ::attn:: [18:01] ::attn:: [18:01] ::attn:: [18:01] ::ATTN:: [18:01] ::attn:: [18:01] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ::ATTN:: [18:01] ::attn:: [18:01] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::attn:: [18:01] ::keeps on sipping his drink:: [18:01] ::attn:: [18:02] OK, welcome everyone! :) The sim briefing tonight is going to be a repeat of last week with just a couple of added notes, but here it is for those who missed it last week... [18:02] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:02] 12Stardate 239911.22: "Caravan to Antares" , Part 2, by Jester. [18:02] 12SUMMARY: A thousand year old mystery with damn few clues. [18:02] 12Following a disastrous slipstream propulsion test, U.S.S. Coronado has found herself 87 years in the future! The year is 2486, and in this timeline, the Federation has been all but decimated by the Borg Collective. Fewer than 25 systems remain in the Federation, which spans a mere 700 light-years: a tiny fraction of its former self. [18:02] 12The bad news doesn't end there: apparently, the Borg advance continues nearly unabated, and estimates indicate that the Federation will be completely overrun within a decade. Arriving in 2486, Coro was found and discovered by the U.S.S. Enterprise, NCC-1701- H, Captain Walker Kile commanding. Kile and the Enterprise towed Coro to a huge gathering of Federation starships. [18:02] 12The Borg's primary advantage is the fact that they have destroyed the ability to use warp drive in Federation space, severely limiting Starfleet's ability to defend the Federation. As a result, the Federation has elected to evacuate its systems! A construction called a "hypergate" -- actually an artificial wormhole -- has been completed and Coro has been asked to scout the other side... [18:02] ack [18:02] ack [18:02] ack [18:02] ack [18:02] ack [18:02] <^2Lt_McClellan> ack [18:02] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ack [18:02] ack [18:03] The added notes: Coro has made it to the other side of the hypergate and arrived safely in the gamma quadrant. However, the first two livable planets we found were both wastelands, one corrupted by a biological weapon, the other nuclear winter by orbital bombardment. [18:03] ack [18:03] We're continuing to search. Any questions, comments, whatever? [18:03] No, sir. [18:03] <<::kicks the bloody server over a lag hump::>> [18:03] No sir. [18:03] No sir. [18:04] Are the two planets' destruction related? [18:04] <^2Lt_McClellan> None Sir [18:04] <<::kicks the bloody server until it is really bloody::>> [18:04] Yah -- the cause is your bad breath, spoonhead. :P [18:04] *** ENDR_Barnes has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [18:04] Spoonhead? [18:04] ::snaps his fingers:: Shucks, musta been the Kanar. ;) [18:04] ::chuckles:: Now now, Mr. Dalton. No need to get snotty. And we don't have enough information to say yet. [18:04] ::nods:: [18:04] Are we still in orbit of the second planet? [18:05] *** Ens_TPrax is now known as ENtc_TPrax [18:05] No, I suspect we've moved on unless anyone has a good reason for us to remain there. [18:05] ::raises hand:: [18:05] Get a tan from the radiation, maybe... [18:05] hehe [18:06] Ensign T'Prax? [18:06] On the second planet, did we bring onboard the satillite? [18:06] <> [18:06] Good call. Yes we did. It's in a cargo bay. [18:06] ::nods and goes back to attn:: [18:06] No other questions? [18:06] Not presently. [18:07] ::nods:: Then let's sim. :) [18:07] No sir. [18:07] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:07] ::kicks his stupid computer:: [18:07] ::chooses a classical playlist from his PADD and listens to it over a small earpiece, making his way to the bridge:: [18:07] <> [18:07] ::sits at the mission ops console, engrossed in his study of the decimation of the second planet:: [18:07] ::stands at his post at tactical:: Lt. Drexler, we ahven't had a chance to meet, I am your assistant, Ens. T'Prax [18:07] 12=.\ction= Coronado continues on her search pattern, sensor relay pods tracking with her in a triangle formation. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:07] ::glances over his shoulder, eyeing the bridge crew, then back to his console:: [18:07] ::is making himself at home in the Science lab while studying all the data we've recieved:: [18:07] 7> ::finishes packing up, leaving 7th Heaven only sparsely filled with furniture:: [18:08] ::checks over scans of the planet they recently passed by:: Nothing. I begining to think this is a waste of time. ::leans back in the engineering console chair and stretches:: [18:08] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> ::taps through his padd as he reads reports:: [18:08] Maybe you'd like to tell that to the Federation, Lieutenant...::vaguely over his shoulder as he amplifies a blast crater several hundred kilometres in diametre:: [18:08] <> [18:08] *** ObsMasters (wisher1126@Star5705.ipt.aol.com) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:08] <> [18:09] ::sets his PADD down, the earpiece unnoticeable in his ear, offering his hand:: Pleasure, of course. [18:09] ::sits in the command chair, going over the latest sensor readings:: [18:09] ::nods sadly:: Sorry Major I didn't mean we should give up. We've been searching for days and it's seems to be all the same. [18:09] Cmdr. Permission to go to the Cargobay to study the satellite we pulled in. Maybe I can find a connection as to why the two planets we've passed are destroyed. [18:09] ::takes a seat at the console, gesturing the Vulcan to sit at the console's extension behind him:: [18:09] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::is in the cockpit of her fighter, whistling softly as she checks the systems:: [18:10] ::sits at the console's extension after making a few adjustments and making the request:: [18:10] ::nods curtly himself:: Unfortunately, I have to agree with you. [18:10] +taps+ Ragarok to the Commander... I'm picking up two class M and one class L planets [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:10] ::looks up:: +taps+ Understood, Commander. ::stands:: Feed the coordinates to the Helm, if you would. Let's check them out in sequence. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:11] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> (m) Canna believe how quiet things are around here... [18:11] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> ::yawns and sips his raktijino as he finishes the reports:: [18:11] ::raises his head:: [18:11] ::runs over his hourly engineering checklist to ensure all is ready the moment they want to try the slingshot, nodding contently to himself as the list checks out again before going back to pouring over planetary scans:: [18:11] +com+ Understood... relaying them now, and I'll be right up! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:11] ::looks over at the incoming department reports, glad there isn't too much to divert his attention, and he decides to pace himself, taking his time with each so the day doesn't wear on:: [18:11] ::taps a few buttons before heading out towards the bridge:: [18:11] ::turns to Ironside:: Major, three planets is a bit much for us to survey with just Coronado. How would you feel about leading the Marines out to look one of them over? [18:12] ::looks up at the last comment:: Request permission to go with the marines Captain? [18:12] It would be a welcome change from the lower decks, Commander. I'll get on it. [18:13] ::figuring he'll take the initiative, plots the course for the closest planet:: [18:13] ::nods at Ironside, then glances at Bentall:: Lieutenant, I suspect the Major could use a man of your talents. ::smiles:: [18:13] ::exits the turbolift and takes the Science station on the bridge:: [18:13] ::looks over at the Major:: Major? [18:13] ::turns to Drexler:: sir, permission to go to the cargobay to study the satellite. And it would be wise to take a science officer if possible. [18:13] ::taps into his console:: [18:13] *> ::enters the nearest TL, having left the bar unmanned:: Bridge. [18:13] ::grins ever so slightly:: So long as you don't go wandering off on your own. ::stars organizing a recon team:: [18:13] <> [18:13] ::turns back to T'Prax:: Granted, ensign. ::turns back to his console, humming softly:: [18:14] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> ::sets his padd down and crosses the room to look out the window at the stars and the planets that were close by:: [18:14] ::nods and turns to Dejat:: Lieutenant, I suspect you've already picked Coro's targets. Please feed the Marines' target to Major Ironside. [18:14] ::smirks and taps his console:: Done, sir. [18:14] ::stands up, grabs a tricorder and walks over to the science station:: Lt. tr'Ragarok, I would like to request your help in studying the satellite from the second planet we visited. [18:14] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::steps out of the cockpit of her fighter, waring her flightsuit, her dark auburn hair in the usual braid, she jumps down off the ladder and looks at the padd she had been holding:: [18:14] +taps+ Ironside to Halkins. Organize a recon platoon for planetary duty. We need to investigate a class M planet. [18:15] ::enters the bridge, looking around:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] ::rolls his eyes:: As if Major. I did take a peek at the marine training before I enrolled in the academy Sir. ::waits for the Major to head to the Flight Deck:: [18:15] ::turns at the sound of the door opening and smiles a bit to himself:: Good morning, Mr. Dalton. How did you sleep? [18:15] ::looking at TPrax:: Well... they might need me here... and please, call me Professor... [18:15] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> +taps+ A-T duty? Sounds good to me, sir. Will do, Halkins out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] ::walks over to Bentall:: You aren't going to be doing anything too dangerous I hope, Mr. Bentall ... after all, the ship needs its CEO. [18:15] ::notes Dalton's arrival, takine it all in stride:: [18:16] ::looks at Lora after making the offhand comment to Bentall:: As good as can be expected. This quadrant does nothing for my skin. [18:16] ::nods:: of course Professor. But it is illogical for tactical to study an object without a science officer present. We must look at it from a tactical and scientific point of view, sir. [18:16] ::looks at Dalton and smiles slightly:: No Mr. Dalton. Just going on an away mission. [18:16] ::closes up his console and stands, heading for the turbolift:: Did you? Good, then you'll have no trouble with the eighty pounds of equipment on your back. ::gives Bentall a barely noticible wink as he enters the car:: [18:16] ::grins:: No I won't Sir. ::followes him into the car:: [18:16] ::snickers:: Logical! You're a vulcan, aren't you? [18:16] ::begins mouthing the lyrics while humming quietly:: [18:16] Yes sir I am. [18:17] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> All systems are lookin good...now all we need is to get ye out there...::sighs and leans against the fighter:: [18:17] ::looks up:: Armoury [18:17] ::nods at Dalton, still half-smiling:: Well, you'll be pleased to know that we're going to be dropping to impulse briefly. [18:17] ::reads over the phaser efficiency reports and smiles, then resumes:: [18:17] If you'd like to depart back for the gate, you're certainly welcome to. [18:17] ::looks at the holotank:: Still on the hunt for the Brave New World, I see. [18:17] ::stiffles a laugh, the looks to Lora:: Commander, permission to help on the satillite study. [18:17] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> +Taps+ Marine team Alpha-3, prepare for A- T, report to Marine Transporter 2. Lt McClellan, you are welcome to come along. [18:17] *** ObsHayden (billoy@Star7858.s238.tnt2.lnhva.md.dialup.rcn.com) has joined #USS- Coronado [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] <> [18:18] ::smiles at Lora:: Now now, Captain. I thought you would be returning me to the gate yourself. Have we changed our mind? [18:18] ::wonders if the Major thinks him to be an overindulged engineer:: I like to keep myself in decent shape Major. [18:18] ::turns to Ragarok and nods:: Granted, Commander. [18:18] ::looks perplexed at the professor's reaction to his query:: [18:18] ::resists the urge to turn around and join the conversation between Dalton and Lora:: [18:18] ::looks back to Prax:: Always glad to help out a "cousin". Lead the way. [18:18] ::turns back to Dalton and shrugs slightly:: Not at all -- merely fulfilling my end of the agreement to the letter. You said you wanted to be released "as soon as possible," as I recall. [18:18] Arm> ::quickly suits up in light combat gear and gets Bentall a suit of his own:: Your definition of 'decent' might be a little different than ours, Lieutenant. [18:19] I'd rather not be released in the midst of a string of dead planets. Who knows if the conquerors will return. [18:19] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> ::heads to the armory and takes out his personal rifle. checks it to make sure it's charged and in perfect condition:: [18:19] ::nods and heads into the TL, waiting for Ragarok:: Computer>Cargobay. [18:19] ::follows behind:: [18:19] ::notices a welcome beep:: Commander, I hate to interrupt your heart-warming interlude, but we're approaching the first pair of planets. [18:19] Arm> ::smiles a knowing smile:: You might just be surprised Major. ::pulls the suit on as if he had always known how to wear it:: [18:19] Actually, we might have found a string of live ones... ::turns and nods at Dejat:: Bring us out of warp, Lieutenant. [18:19] <^1LtCC_Halkins> MD> ::gets the rest of his gear and walks down the hall to the transporter room:: [18:19] ::moves through his work in synchronized beats with the fast-paced music he's listening to, forgetting all about trying to pace himself:: [18:20] ::nods, dropping to impulse:: [18:20] TL>::watches as the doors to the TL close, and begins moving down the bowls of the ship:: I find it interesting that a Romulan would be a science officer. [18:20] Well. This should be good. ::sits down in the XO's chair next to Lora:: [18:20] ::grabs a Type IIIb compression rifle off the rack and tosses it to Bentall, taking a Plasma Pulse rifle for himself as he exits the armoury and into the assault transporter room:: Just don't hurt yourself trying to show off. [18:20] 12=.\ction= Coronado drops to impulse and the holographic tank is soon dominated by a pair of planets moving through orbits around a bright yellow star. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:20] TL> Really? I find it interesting that Vulcans can have any scientific talent at all. They lack the Spark of Inspiration! [18:20] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::walks towards her quarters, carrying her helmet and a knapsack:: [18:21] ::slides his work off to the side and calls up sensor readouts to his immediate attention:: [18:21] 12=.\ction= Coro continues to drop toward one -- golds and browns and tans. The one beyond is blue-green. Both appear to be class M. [18:21] Arm> ::grabs the rifle in mid air and exits the room after the Major:: Aye sir. ::gets serious to show the major he means it:: [18:21] Pretty. [18:21] TL>Actually, Science requires a degree of logic, rather than inspiration. But my Klingon and Human parts agree with you that Inspriation does sometimes lead to interesting discoveries. [18:21] ::gazes at the gold-brown one:: [18:21] <^1LtCC_Halkins> *> ::reaches the transporter room and is joined shortly after by Major Ironside:: [18:21] <^2Lt_McClellan> MD> ::walks down the corridors:: [18:21] ::points at the first:: We'll deploy the Marines on the outer planet, then investigate the inner one ourselves. [18:22] AT>::nods at Halkins:: Are we ready, Lieutenant? [18:22] Mr. Dalton, would it trouble you too much to scan both planets for life signs? [18:22] TL> A degree of logic, perhaps, but too often it gets in the way of true science. The guiding passion of inspiration is essential to true discoveries. [18:22] TL>But it must be strange for you to see a Vulcan as a Tactical officer considering our passive nature. [18:22] ::looks at Halkins:: Greetings Lieutenant. [18:22] ::sighs deeply, putting a hand to his head:: Not tonite. I have a headache. [18:22] TL>::the TL slowls and comes to a stop. T'Prax exits, heading down toward the cargobay:: [18:23] ::sees the doors whoosh open:: Nah... I've met some pretty tactical vulcans before. [18:23] ::nods:: Very well. Then I'll trust you can find your way to one of the aft stations, if you please. ::waves his hand toward one and looks over his shoulder at Dejat:: Mr. Dejat, will you do the honors, please? [18:23] <^2Lt_McClellan> MD> Q> ::sets her things down and goes to get something to drink:: [18:23] ::exits and follows towards the cargobay, not knowing the way around the ship quite yet:: [18:23] <^1LtCC_Halkins> AT> Just waiting for the last of the Marines, sir. ::nods to Bentall:: Hello Lt. +taps+ All Marines going on the A-T report to TR now, over & out [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] ::turns towards Lora, wondering why he wasn't asked:: [18:23] ::nods, smirking and taps his console:: Life form scan underway. [18:23] *>::stops outside the cargobay doors:: Computer: What is the radiation level in the cargobay at this time? [18:23] *** CybercoMz has quit IRC (Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net Liquidnet.CA.US.StarChat.Net ) [18:23] *** Mr_Dalton has quit IRC (Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net Liquidnet.CA.US.StarChat.Net ) [18:23] *** ^2Lt_McClellan has quit IRC (Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net Liquidnet.CA.US.StarChat.Net ) [18:23] ::shrugs and turns back to his own console, doing his own tactical analysis of the area, also preparing to keep an eye on the away team:: [18:23] +taps+ Assault Transporter Three to bridge, we're ready for landing. ::checks the magazine in his rifle and steps up on the assault pad:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] AT> ::stands off to the side staying out of the marines way as they arrive and prepare:: [18:23] <> [18:24] *** Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net sets mode: +mtnr [18:24] *** Taddy (~taddy@Star5574.nw.com.au) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:24] *** ^2Lt_McClellan (~alliephis@Star7285.244.70.66.SanDiego1.Level3.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:24] *** Mr_Dalton (heiwa@Star6266.pacificnet.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:24] *** CybercoMz (borgdax@Star6343.agt.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:24] *** Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net sets mode: +vv Mr_Dalton ^2Lt_McClellan [18:24] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m [18:24] NO SERVER MODE CHANGES ALLOWED! (FOR SECURITY PURPOSES) [LCARS SECURITY] [LCARS SECURITY] [18:24] 12Computer recognizes ^2Lt_McClellan. Authorization codes enabled. [18:24] 12Computer recognizes Mr_Dalton. Authorization codes enabled. [18:24] ::stands over Dalton, waiting patiently for him to get moving:: Lieutenant Drexler, any sign of technology? [18:24] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::bows:: 'ekllo Sir [18:24] Scanning, sir. [18:24] ::sighs deeply, putting a hand to his head:: Not tonite. I have a headache. [18:24] Radiation levels at normal. [18:24] *** CRCO_Lora sets mode: +m [18:24] *>::turns to Ragarok:: Shall we? [18:24] AT> ::steps up onto the pad and waits:: [18:24] *> Indeed. ::opens the door:: [18:25] <^1LtCC_Halkins> AT> :: joins Ironside on the pad and checks his gear again:: [18:25] <^2Lt_McClellan> MD> ::runs out of her quarters and heads for the lift:: [18:25] *** Taddy (~taddy@Star5574.nw.com.au) has left #uss-coronado [18:25] CB>::enters the cargobay where, right in front of them, there lies the satellite:: I will try to re-activate it. In the meantime, see if you can find anything along the lines of markings or registry. [18:25] AT>::drops down the visor on his helmet and seals the light combat suit in case the planet's atmosphere isn't as hospitable as first thought:: [18:25] ::sighs:: No lifesigns on the outer planet, sir. ::pauses, looking at it--it reminds him of home:: Only vegetation on the inner. [18:26] No evidence of any technologically developed civilization within the range of our sensors, sir. [18:26] ::steps over to a console:: Sure, but I'll do it my way, then. [18:26] AT> ::follows the Major's example and seals the suits visor:: [18:26] ::stands over Dalton, waiting patiently for him to get out of the chair:: Thank you, Lieutenant Drexler. If you don't mind, Mr. Dalton? That chair is for a Coronado senior officer. [18:26] <^1LtCC_Halkins> AT> ::looks at the other Marines and makes sure they're good to go as he lowers his visor and readies his rifle:: [18:27] Oh. [18:27] ::gets up:: [18:27] *> ::begins tapping:: I'll just get a few scans... [18:27] CB>::nods at Ragarok's comment, and continues to scan the satellite with the tricorder:: It appears that the ignition and activation systems are intact, but the power couplings to the computer database are missing... [18:27] <^2Lt_McClellan> AT> ::runs in and skids to a stop, already in her suit, looking at Halkins:: Sorry, Sir [18:27] AT> ::decides to follow the marines example and lowers his rifle into a useable position:: [18:28] ::nods and turns back to the holographic tank:: Lieutenant Dejat, deploy the Away team, then take us into orbit of the inner planet. [18:28] ::stretches:: Well, I don't sense anything. Maybe the inhabitants are all dead like the last two. [18:28] AT> +taps+ Ironside to storage, transport a skimmer down with us, please, AGFT-9. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] CB> +taps+ Ens. T'Prax to Engineering: Lt. tr'Ragarok and I require some assistance. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] <^1LtCC_Halkins> AT> ::nods as McClellan rushes in and waves her over to the transporter pad:: We're about to go, you were just in time. [18:28] CB> ::nods:: The surface is too weathered for any markings to have survived... it's over 1000 years old, after all. [18:28] ::nods:: +com+ Bridge to Away Team, stand by to deploy. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] <^2Lt_McClellan> AT> ::nods and steps on the pad:: [18:28] AT> +taps+ Standing by. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] ::taps his console, remotely beaming the team down:: [18:29] Lieutenant Drexler, while we're busy here, let's send the sensor pods a little farther afield. See if they can identify another target for us. [18:29] CB> From the configuration, it appears to be a Weather satillete. [18:29] CB>It is a millenium old? Then there must have been an advanced civilization here. [18:29] ::demat/remat:: [18:29] ::nods to himself:: Doing so now, sir. [18:29] *** LTEN_Bentall is now known as [LTEN_Bentall] [18:29] *** LMMC_Ironside is now known as [LMMC_Ironside] [18:29] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::demat/remat:: [18:29] ::looks at Lora:: Of course, it could simply mean there's someone down there unscannable by empaths. [18:29] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::demat/remat:: [18:29] ::sends the pods ahead as ordered, awaiting new data:: [18:29] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::pulls out a tricorder and begins running a scan:: [18:29] CB> Somewhat advanced... it's equivalent to 21st century Earth designs. [18:30] *** ^1LtCC_Halkins is now known as [^1LtCC_Halkins] [18:30] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks around at the barren landscape, checking the atmosphere readings in his helmet and popping his visor open, taking a whiff of the hot, very dry air:: [18:30] Team is deployed, sir. [18:30] ::nods over his shoulder at Dalton, apparently too busy to be bothered:: Very well, Lieutenant. Take us into orbit of the inner planet, full impulse. [18:30] <[LTEN_Bentall]> The air should be breatable Major. Hot though. [18:30] ::increases speed, moving towards the other, more Earth-like planet:: [18:30] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::shimmers to the planet's surface and looks around, scanning for signs of hostile activity:: [18:30] 12=.\ction= The Away team beams down into an arid wasteland. Cliffs and jagged peaks are visible, and from horizon to horizon, nothing green is visible. The air is incredibly dry -- like an oven -- and stifling. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::shimmers down and immediately pulls out her tricorder:: [18:31] CB>If it is a weather satellite, there will not be much information on the planet's inhabitants. But is also possible that it could ahve been configured to look like a weather satellite but serves a different purpose. [18:31] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::nods:: Dry too. Very little moisture...::motions toward the anti-gravity transport that was beamed down as well:: Lets go. McClellan, take the helm. [18:31] <^2Lt_McClellan> Geez...tis liek a desert... [18:31] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::leaves visor closed to breath the better suit air, while scanning other aspects of the palnets surface:: [18:31] <> [18:31] <^2Lt_McClellan> Aye, Sir [18:31] CB> True, although it doesn't appear to be advanced enough to fool us completely. [18:31] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks down at the cracked and dusty ground:: Deserts tend to have sand, Lieutenant.... [18:31] <[LTEN_Bentall]> <> [18:32] CB> Do you want me to repair it? [18:32] <> [18:32] ::looks over the new data from the sensor pods, not finding anything of use for now:: [18:32] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::grins at the Major's comment:: This is a wasteland more then a desert I believe. [18:32] CB>::nods:: I need a few power couplings to be able to activate the copmuter database onboard. [18:32] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::climbs up onto the open-air skimmer, taking a position near the front as the other marines begin to fill it:: Bentall, see if you can find any sign of life. Water too, this air is making me thirsty... [18:32] CB> I am a scientific genius, you know... it'll also let me know if it is some sort of deception if I got inside it. [18:32] ::starts to air-conduct an orchestra for a brief second before his console chirps at him:: [18:32] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::rolls her eyes at the both of them and climbs into the transport:: [18:33] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::can smell a rotten stench through his helmet:: It's not exactly the kind of place I'd like to set up a base. [18:33] CB> Power couplings? Why don't we just take a few out of this cargo bay? [18:33] 12=.\ction= Coronado soon settles into orbit of the inner planet. It looks serene, even from orbit. The planet is green and lush, with wide swaths of ancient forest near inland seas. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:33] ::walks up to the rear consoles and looks over Drexler's shoulder:: [18:33] ::looks over the data, still humming, but ever quieter now:: [18:33] ::looks at his scans:: If you could get inside it, that might be true, however, there's too much circuitry for you to fit in there. [18:33] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::notes the incrdable lack of moisture:: From first glance I'd say this planet was barren Major. Might be possible to terraform it but that would take years if not decades. [18:33] CB>Good idea. [18:33] ::looks down at the planet:: Far too wet. [18:33] ::nods in satisfaction:: Standard orbit. Full scan. [18:33] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::loads up into the skimmer after McClellan:: [18:33] Commander. ::turns:: There's a class D planet ahead. [18:33] <^2Lt_McClellan> More liek decades...::shrugs:: [18:33] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Lets find somewhere more hospitable then. ::nods at McClellan:: Take us up, Lieutenant, lets see if there's an exit from this wasteland. [18:34] ::walks over to the wall:: Right... about... here! ::hits a wall panel:: [18:34] *** CybercoMz has quit IRC (Liquidnet.CA.US.StarChat.Net Cairns.QLD.AU.StarChat.Net ) [18:34] CB> +taps+ Ens. T'Prax to Bridge: we are going to remove some power couplings from the cargobay so we can activate the computer database. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] ::adds, his tone making it a bit more suspicious, as to draw the commander's interest:: ...right where you would expect a class M planet to be based on distance from the star, size, and other things... [18:34] Class-D? [18:34] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::hops into the transport:: No signs of life for as far as the range on this tricorder Major. [18:34] ::frowns:: Sir, the planet is contaminated with the same bioweapon as the first. [18:34] <^2Lt_McClellan> I've got na lifesigns on mine neither [18:34] CB> ::panel falls off, Ragarok grabs a nearby tool and begin to remove a few parts:: [18:34] ::looks over the console again, more specific surface data coming in:: [18:34] Absolutely no trace of animal life. [18:34] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::smacks his lips and tongue as his mouth continues to dry out:: What's the humidity level? [18:35] Traces of the remnants of an ancient civilization... [18:35] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::blinks, looking down at her foot as something moved under it:: [18:35] ::frowns and turns to Drexler:: Hold the class D planet for now. Let's stick with this one. [18:35] Well ... that explains the negative empathic reading. [18:35] Understood, sir. [18:35] <^2Lt_McClellan> Mother Mary and jesus...umm...sir... [18:35] *** ObsMasters has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving ) [18:35] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::checks his scans:: You don't want to know Major. It's scary as hell. [18:35] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks over at McClellan:: Lieutenant? [18:35] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::a shiver works up his spine:: Reminds me of holo I was in when the government had custody of me.. [18:36] ::down towards Lora:: Is it possible the Killers have already been here, hmm? [18:36] CB> ::detaches a few parts:: This should be all we need. [18:36] <^2Lt_McClellan> Somethin just moved under me foot.. [18:36] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> It was a form of punishment. [18:36] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::points to the ground:: [18:36] CB>::reads his data on his tricorder:: It appears to have a basic mechanism for an activation button, but from what I can tell, it seems that the satellite was original activated shortly after it achieved orbit around the planet. It also appears that whatever caused the nuclear disaster, has affected a few subsystems. [18:36] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::moves to look over the edge of the transport and feels something move under his own foot, immediately drawing his PPP and looking down:: [18:36] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::looks at the ground beneath McClellan's feet:: [18:36] ::shakes his head, watching the planet below them, biting his lip:: No, Mr. Dalton, the Traxati have not been here. This is a new gate. [18:37] <[LMMC_Ironside]> McClellan, take us up... [18:37] <[LTEN_Bentall]> Fast! ::as somthing moves under his own feet:: [18:37] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::looks down where McClellan points:: I don't se... Hey! ::kicks his foot out:: Something's grabbing my foot! [18:37] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::nods and works the controls, lifting the transport:: [18:37] CB> ::nods:: As to be expected... care to open it up? [18:37] Funny how the Traxati would lead us to a system killed off not too unlike their own conquests. Ironic, no? [18:37] *** Polaris.WA.US.StarChat.Net sets mode: +mtnr [18:37] *** Taddy (~taddy@Star5574.nw.com.au) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:37] *** CybercoMz (borgdax@Star6343.agt.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:37] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m [18:37] NO SERVER MODE CHANGES ALLOWED! (FOR SECURITY PURPOSES) [LCARS SECURITY] [LCARS SECURITY] [18:37] *** Taddy has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving ) [18:37] ::frowns, pulling up an image of the previous planet:: [18:37] 12=.\ction= The sand under the floater is shuffling now with the movement of... something. Several of the somethings have apparently somehow jumped into the floater! [18:37] *** Taddy- (taddy@Star5574.nw.com.au) has joined #uss-coronado [18:37] CB>::looks at the parts, nods, pulls off a pnael on the satellite, and points to where they need to be installed:: Make sure to tune them to the satellites power output. [18:37] *** Taddy- is now known as Taddy [18:37] <> [18:38] *** Taddy (taddy@Star5574.nw.com.au) has left #uss-coronado [18:38] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::lowers his rifle at the thing that has suddenly jumped aboard the transport:: AAhhh! [18:38] CB> But of course! I build things like this in my spare time... far, far more advanced, however. [18:38] Mr. Dalton, please save your opinions for another time. Now, let's get a sample of the atmosphere here, for comparison to the first planet. [18:38] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::growls and slaps at whatever did:: [18:38] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::grabs Halkins by the shoulder and points his PPP down the length of his leg, looking for the enroaching figure, then spins as he hears Bentall yelp:: Somebody find it! [18:38] CB> ::begins brief repairs:: [18:38] ::glances down at Dejat:: Will you handle that please, Lieutenant? ::turns to Drexler:: How far to this class D planet of yours, Drexler? [18:39] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::curses softly, pulling out a phaser and killing one:: [18:39] <[LTEN_Bentall]> There more then one Major! ::whirls around wide eyed trying to spot whatever they are:: [18:39] ::nods:: Of course, sir. [18:39] 12=Description= One of the whatever-it-is is visible on the floor of the floater for a few seconds -- it looks metallic, about 8 cm long, and has at least six legs. It's also damned quick. [18:39] ::checks:: [18:39] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::looks closely:: It's like a scorpion, but, different... ::shoots it to see what happens:: ::it disapears in a messy implosion:: Hmm.. not to tough, are ya? [18:39] 12=.\ction= McClellan's phaser lashes out, frying one, giving the team a better look. It looks like a scorpion with a metallic shell! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::rips out a quick three round burst from his PPP into a scurrying little thing:: Adjust your internal sensors! ::slams down his helmet visor:: [18:40] About 5 AUs, sir. [18:40] CB> ::mumbling:: attaching power coupling to class 9 bomber while bombarding with chronometric particles at 7.4 terrajoules...::continues mumbling:: [18:40] <<::shrug:: :P>> [18:40] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::runs the tricorder over the things body:: [18:40] *** Mr_Dalton has quit IRC (Network is unreachable ) [18:40] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::growls and takes control of the floater:: [18:40] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::looks around to find more of them:: [18:40] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::fires at the scuttling form heading his way:: [18:41] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::snaps his hand out quickly and takes the 'scorpion' scurrying towarads Bental in one hand:: [18:41] CB> ::stepping back:: There we go. Should give us enough power for a while, as long as it doesn't explode when we turn it on. [18:41] ::locates an average pocket of atmosphere and beams it into the science lab under containment:: [18:41] <[LTEN_Bentall]> Major? I'd suggest we get out of this wasteland ASAP if it's even possible. [18:41] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::holsters his sidearm then grasps the thing's tail, snapping it off:: [18:41] *** Mr_Dalton (heiwa@Star6266.pacificnet.net) has joined #uss- coronado [18:41] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Mr_Dalton [18:41] 12Computer recognizes Mr_Dalton. Authorization codes enabled. [18:41] CB>::Starts scanning the exterior of the satellite:: There are a quite a few radioactive isotopes embeded in the hull of this object. [18:41] *** ObsMacPherson (hlunger@Star5929.infoblvd.net) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:42] 12=.\ction= The scorpions are doing their best to attack through the field suits, but their attacks are somewhat feeble. Ironside catches one easily. [18:42] CB>::nods and activates the satellite. After a few explosive sparks, it whurs to life:: Good work sir. [18:42] CB> Never stopped me before. Care to push the button, as it were? [18:42] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::glances at the horizon as he looks around.. does a double take:: The whole ground is covered with 'em! ::the entire surface of the wasteland seems to be moving:: [18:42] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::scans the wasteland with his eyes:: If you have any ideas of where this ends, I'd like to hear them. Find some water, that should lead us out.... [18:42] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::brushes a couple of his arm and fries them with his rifle:: [18:42] ::looks out over the planet and shivers slightly:: All right, let's forget this planet. Let's return and check on our Away team, then have a look at Mr. Drexler's entry. [18:42] <^2Lt_McClellan> Doan care what ye guys say...I donna liek spiders..or whatever they are [18:42] Captain ... I suggest some haste in getting back. [18:42] <[LTEN_Bentall]> If we had access to a long range probe it might help Major. Do the marines carry that sort of thing in their basic equipment? [18:43] CB> ::looking at his work:: Now, I believe you can extract the database, or whatever it has? [18:43] ::looks at Lora:: The away team seems to have met some inhabitants of the planet. [18:43] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::changes his rifle setting to the more energy-consuming wide beam shot to take tehm out more at a time:: [18:43] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks down over the edge of the skimmer, now roaring over the ground at 250 klicks an hour. McClellan! Take us up to maximum height, thirty metres. I don't want any of those things jumping up here! [18:43] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::looks at Halkins:: doesna seem to be a place ta land.. [18:43] ::turns to Lora:: Sample obtained, sir. [18:43] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::nods:: Aye, Sir [18:43] CB>::starts working on a console on the satellite and his tricorder::Downloading the information. However, due to the heavy nuclear bombardment, much of the information is destroyed or incomplete. [18:43] ::turns and looks at Dalton:: Oh? ::glances back at Dejat and nods:: I'm dying to meet the inhabitants of this system. Best speed back to the outer planet, Lieutenant. [18:43] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks back over his shoulder:: Gregg! Give Bentall here your sensor pod! [18:43] +com+ Coronado to Away team, report. [18:43] ::nods and engages full impulse back to the desert-like planet:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:43] 12=.\ction= With a chirping sound from the Helm console, the Coronado's impulse engines engage... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:43] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::spots a cliff over towards the starboard side of the skimmer:: Head that way, McClellan. [18:43] ::shakes his head:: I doubt they have any ambassadors. ::looks lost in thought:: [18:44] CB> If it's an advanced enough computer core, we might be able to reconstruct some of the data. [18:44] Someone's ... thinking about ... spiders? [18:44] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Gregg> ::pulls something off his back and hands Bentall what looks like to be a miniature photon torpedo:: [18:44] ::frowns:: Spiders should have shown up on our scans. [18:44] 12=.\ction= The repulsors on the floater stutter... stutter again... and then die. The floater becomes a rock! [18:44] <^2Lt_McClellan> They be everywhere, Sir. I'm countin about 10,000 [18:45] CB>::after about 5 mins. his tricoder beeps, signifiying the completion of its work:: I believe you are correct. This computer is far mroe advanced then the actual satellite itself. And far too sofisticated for a weather satellite. [18:45] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +com+ Commander, we've come under attack by a large number of....metallic scorpion like life form::grasps a handrail as the anti-grav thrusters die. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] <[LMMC_Ironside]> :: [18:45] ::shrugs:: I don't know why they didn't. But there are a lot of them. [18:45] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::takes possesion of the sensor pod:: What the hell is this? Never seen a sensor pod like this before. Not su.... whoaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! ::stops talking as his stomach ends up in his mouth from the rapid decent:: [18:45] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::fires multipile bursts from his rifle, making a 3 meter wdie clearing, which is quickly taken over by more of the scorpion-creatures:: [18:45] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Bloody hell...Ready Weapons! ::sets his rifle to fully automatic as the skimmer drops:: [18:45] CB> ::nods again:: My guess is that the natives wanted to hide this from whoever blasted them. [18:45] <^2Lt_McClellan> :;curses as they fall to the ground:: [18:46] ::leans forward, looking at the holotank:: Captain, beam them up, quickly! [18:46] CB> ::cracks his knuckles and rubs his hands together:: Should have plenty of information. [18:46] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::sets the pod down and sets the rifle to a wide pattern:: Lock and load! ::grins as he's always wanted to say that as he fires at the scorpian thing:: [18:46] 12=.\ction= The floater doesn't glide well, and it doesn't take very long to fall 30 meters. McClellan does what she can to stabilize the descent, and the floater gouges into the soft sand, throwing Bentall and Halkins clear. [18:46] CB>::soon after T'Prax finishes another scan of the satellite, a small explosion occurs and the satellite dies:: Well, it appears that the satellite's circuits were too degraded to hold... [18:46] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::growls and raises her weapon, shooting as they start to come into the floater:: [18:47] ::leans forward:: Time to orbit? [18:47] CB> +taps+ Ens. T'Prax to Cmdr. Lora: Please respond. [18:47] CB> Either that or I tried to put too much power into it. ::grinning:: No matter! Let's examine the data we have! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::lands heavily in the sand and gets the wind knocked out him, struggles to breath and stand at the same time:: [18:47] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::grabs a plasma grenade from a pocket on his suit and throws it into the sea of scorpions, which momentarily erupts in a bright flash as the grenade goes off:: [18:47] As odd as it may sound, Captain, I agree with Mr. Dalton. We need to beam them up ASAP. ::checks:: Twenty-eight seconds. [18:47] +taps+ Lora here, Ensign. Go ahead. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] ::looks up:: Vulcans. Impeccable timing. [18:47] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::grunts as the skimmer hits the ground hard, then with his rifle set on 'rock and roll', starts spraying out plasma charges at two thousand rounds a minute, shredding scurrying scorpions:: [18:47] 12=.\ction= One of the scorpions inserts some kind of needle, which pierces Bentall's suit, then his skin! [18:47] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::grabs on leaping up in an attempt to latch to his face, and holds on to it as he continues to spray fire in a wide arc:: [18:48] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::falls hardd, then rolls out, trying to shoot as she hits the ground, taking out a couple that were close:: [18:48] CB> +taps+ Sir, we've downloaded all the information we could, unfortunatley, the satellites power system only lasted long enough for us to get what we needed. It is now useless. However, with your permission, I would like to go to a Science Lab and work on this information. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] ::gasps suddenly:: [18:48] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::is quickly surrounded by the scorpians before he regains his breathe and begins firing wildly, then falls as a immense amount of pain shoots throught him:: ARRRRGGHHH!!!! [18:48] *** obsSonya (snelson@Star6949.mdm.mke.execpc.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:48] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v obsSonya [18:48] 12Computer recognizes obsSonya. Authorization codes enabled. [18:48] ::stumbles into Drexler:: [18:48] +taps+ Permission granted, Ensign. Have Commander Ragarok join us on the Bridge immediately! [18:48] ::gets knocked forward:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] Empathic feedback. I *hate* that. [18:48] Time to orbit! [18:49] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> Let's head for that rock formation! I don't see any on the top! ::stars trying to clear a way over there with his rifle, shooting out wide beam bursts like crazy:: [18:49] CB> ::yelling into Prax's com:: On my way! ::takes off:: [18:49] ::rubs the back of his neck, then continues his work:: [18:49] <[LTEN_Bentall]> ::drops his rifle and falls to the ground heavily in so much pain that he looses all control of body and thought:: [18:49] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::fires at the scorpions around Ben, picking him up and carrying him:: [18:49] CB> +taps+ Acknowledged. ::turns to Ragarok:: They need you on the bridge sir. I will take care of this myself. [18:49] Captain, Mr. Bentall has been injured by one of the ... well, whatever they are. You'd best beam him to Sick Bay. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:49] CB> Thank you for your assistance. [18:49] CB> ::yelling while running out:: Not a problem, we'll talk later! Jolan tru! ::enters the TL:: [18:49] *** CybercoMz has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [18:49] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Gahd dammit....::drops the scorpion in his hand and grabs Bentall, easily throwing him over his shoulder as he continues spray plasma rounds into the advancing horde:: [18:50] <^2Lt_McClellan> <,I've got him>> [18:50] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::starts backing up:: [18:50] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::runs towards the rocks, muttering:: [18:50] *>::exits the cargobay and enters a nearby turbolift:: Computer: Science Lab 1. [18:50] ::exits on the bridge:: What's the problem, Commander? [18:50] <[^1LtCC_Halkins]> ::throws another grenade and rushes into the center of the clearing and tries to defend it from the scorpion creatures:: [18:50] 12=.\ction= Coronado settles into high orbit, beaming the Away team and a half-dozen of the metallic scorpions up. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::demat/remat:: [18:50] *** [LMMC_Ironside] is now known as LMMC_Ironside [18:50] Intruders. We brought some of them aboard. [18:50] ::steps onto the turbolift:: Sick Bay. [18:50] *** [LTEN_Bentall] is now known as LTEN_Bentall [18:50] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::shimmers out:: [18:50] ::frowns:: Looks like we brought some of our metallic friends with us, Captain. [18:50] AT> +taps+ Medical Emergency! Assault Transporter two! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] TL>::TL starts moving immediately, climbing up to the saucer section:: [18:50] ::lies on the pad in heap unable to do anything:: [18:51] *** [^1LtCC_Halkins] is now known as ^1LtCC_Halkins [18:51] ::taps into the sensors in the transporter room, pinpointing the things:: [18:51] ::snaps Bentall's helmet off and tosses it aside, wincing slightly at the man's swollen features:: [18:51] 12=.\ction= A medical team rushes in and starts working on Bentall. The remaining scorpions are killed or trapped in fairly short order. [18:51] <^2Lt_McClellan> Great God and mary ::shoots at a couple of them after laying Bentell down:: [18:51] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ::reappears on the Coro:: [18:51] *> ::reroutes the 'lift to AT2:: [18:51] Intruders contained. [18:51] ::trying to understand the commotion, and runs behind the science console:: Whatcha need, Commander? [18:51] ::pounds his fist on the arm of his chair:: Where in Heaven's name are we? [18:52] TL>::after about 5 minutes of travelling, the TL stops, and T'Prax gets off:: [18:52] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::stomps on one of them:: [18:52] Lieutenant Drexler, you have the Bridge. Let's head for that class D planet. [18:52] ::snaps his hand out and around one of the scorpions, then grabs the tail as it attempts to sting him as well, then proceeds to look right into a series of ocular implants:: [18:52] <^2Lt_McClellan> Damn crawy things [18:52] ::is lost in what seems like a never ending nightmare of horrible images, begins to stop fighting the poison or toxin:: [18:52] ::nods, checking to see if helm caught that:: [18:52] ::nods in acknowledgement and sets a course, engaging the engines:: [18:52] ::enters the TL:: Transporter room 2. [18:53] ::looks around:: What in the Element's name did I miss? [18:53] ::enters and sees Bentall, then grabs a medkit from the medical team:: Move out of the way ... I was a doctor before any of you were even in med school. [18:53] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ::recalls something very odd he noticed about the scorpions, but can't but his finger on the vague detail:: [18:53] Halkins! [18:53] ::engages at warp six:: [18:53] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's enginges engage, and the frigate flashes to warp! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:53] <^1LtCC_Halkins> Sir? [18:53] ::scans Bentall, then injects him with a drug to counteract the poison:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:53] Find out what the hell happened to the skimmer, I want to know why we went down. [18:53] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::stands up and moves out of the way:: [18:53] <^2Lt_McClellan> all the systems went down... [18:53] ::looks at the tricorder, shocked:: What in the world ... [18:53] ::suddenly the images cease and he eases into a deep but stable sleep:: [18:53] <^2Lt_McClellan> I could na do anything [18:53] ::looks at a medic:: Get me some water! [18:54] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::looks at Dalton funny:: [18:54] Saline ... he's suffering from dehydration ... [18:54] TR> ::exits the TL and crosses to the transporter room:: [18:54] ::looks at Ironside:: i thought you said he was stung? [18:54] <^1LtCC_Halkins> Aye sir! McClellan, you come along, I'll need you to help analyze the damage. Something took us down, it didn't just give up on us. [18:54] ::tapping and scanning:: Guess I'll have to find out for myself... [18:54] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::moves to hand him a glass of water:: [18:54] He was. By this thing ::holds up one of the scorpions, still squirming:: [18:54] *>::enters the Science Lab. He finds himself alone, and then he feels the ship go to warp:: Computer: Download the satellite database and place it on console 325. Also, access all scans made of the satellite, both from orbit and from the tricorders find anything along the lines if spy equipment that is equal to the 21st century on Earth. [18:54] ::heads for Ironside:: What the hell happened down there, Major? [18:54] ::takes the glass, then puts it into a hypo and injects it directly into Bentall's bloodsteram:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] <^1LtCC_Halkins> *>::heading to FD, where the skimmer is locatted:: [18:55] Well, those things don't poison ... they just suck you dry. Literally. [18:55] <^2Lt_McClellan> Will he be alright? [18:55] ::moans then quiets down:: [18:55] ::snaps off his helmet and lets it drop to the ground, then holds up the scorpion:: The entire planet is covered with these creatures, Commander. [18:55] SL> Working...Satellite database now on console 325. [18:55] ::turns off his music selection so he can concentrate:: [18:55] ::takes a saline water pack out of a medkit and after a moment, injects Bentall with it:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] ::looks at McClellan:: I think so. He's lucky he didn't get bitten twice. [18:55] SL>::T'Prax begins to read the information avaiable, noticing several gaps in the information. Along side the database are schematics for the satellite:: [18:56] ::frowns, then looks at the scorpion, then Dalton:: Sucked him dry, Mr. Dalton? [18:56] ::looks at the thing in Ironside's hand and blinks:: Get that thing into isolation. I have no doubt Ragarok or T'Prax will want to have a look at it. [18:56] ::looks up at Ironside:: His readings are teh same for someone who's been in a desert for ... 4, maybe 5 days. [18:56] <^2Lt_McClellan> them things are nasty lookin...gads..I hate things liek them [18:56] ::slowly begins to come too, but is totally disorientated:: Uuhhh.... ::tries to speak but is too weak:: [18:56] ::gives Lora a glance:: Sir, the humidity level of the atmosphere down there was zero percent. Not one ounce of moisture in the air. [18:56] ::reading sensor data:: Class D, hmm? [18:56] ::nods at Ironside, then squats down near Bentall:: Will he survive, Mr. Dalton? [18:57] SL> Computer: Locate an algorithm that will repair all damaged data from the satellite. [18:57] You should have learned by now Captain, that I am a good doctor among other things. He'll be just fine. [18:57] ::looks at the scorpion, then gives it a good whack against the wall, stunning it and ceasing its squirming before heading for a science lab:: [18:57] ::shoots Lora a look:: I notice your newfangled CMO isn't here. Hmph. [18:57] <^2Lt_McClellan> I'm goin ta check the floater..ta see what went wrong... [18:57] <^1LtCC_Halkins> *> ::slings his rifle over his shoulder and waits for McClellan to join him to go to FD:: [18:57] Probably gallavanting around in some ensign's bed. [18:57] ::looks down at Bentall, putting a hand on his forehead:: [18:57] ::nods at Dalton, but lets the insult lie, and straightens up with a small smile:: Perhaps, Mr. Dalton. In any case, good work. [18:58] SL> Done. ::T'Prax begins to read the recontrstucted information. An image of an arachnid-type organism appears with schematics:: Fascinating... [18:58] <^2Lt_McClellan> Permission ta leave, Sir? [18:58] ::mumbles a little as things begin to come clear:: What...... happened? [18:58] ::to Bentall:: {{ I thought I told you not to do anything dangerous. }} [18:58] <^1LtCC_Halkins> TL> ::holds the doors open for McClellan:: [18:58] SL> ::enters and holds up the scorpion:: Ensign, I have a new project for you. [18:58] <^2Lt_McClellan> ::heads out and follows Halkins:: [18:58] ::drops to impulse:: Here we are, Lieutenant. [18:58] 12=.\ction= The Coronado's engines disengage, and the frigate drops to impulse power. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:58] ::looks at Lora:: Thank you. But you'll be needing your Chief Engineer for the ride home. [18:58] ::looks around, then turns to Ironside:: Return to the Bridge when your duties permit, Major. [18:59] SL>::When T'Prax reaches the classified section, he uses a security algorithm to access the data and then turns around:: Ironside! You must put that thing in isolation IMMEDIATELY! [18:59] TR> ::nods at Dalton and heads back for the TL:: [18:59] <^1LtCC_Halkins> TL> Flight Deck [18:59] ::his mind clears up immediatly:: {{ Wasn't my fault.... ug... I feel like I've been drinking booze for two days straight and not drinking any water}} [18:59] Mr. Bentall, you were bitten by a rather nasty bug. [18:59] TL> Bridge. [18:59] {{ Well, I saved you. You're no good to me dead, after all. }} [18:59] SL> ::looks at the stunned scorpion wiggling a little in his grasp, then throws it into one of the small containment vessels and snaps on the force field grid:: What is it, Ensign? [18:59] ::grins at Bentall:: [18:59] SL>::sets up a level 12 forcefield after the Major places the creature in the isolation booth:: [19:00] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::steps out of the TL, followed by McClellan:: Okay, let's get started. [19:00] B bbug? ::strains to remember:: {{I'm no good to me dead.}} ::tries to sit up:: Oh right bug. ::looks around:: Any water around? I'm thirsty. [19:00] SL>::turns to the Major with a horrified look on his face:: Has anyone on the Away-Team been bitten by one of these creatures? [19:00] ::talking to no one in particular:: When will we be in sensor range of the D class planet? [19:00] ::frowns as he enters orbit:: [19:00] *** ObsJuliet (lesafay@Star5989.iglobal.net) has joined #uss- coronado [19:00] ::shakes his head:: You need rest. Drink water in a little bit. You don't want to shock your system. [19:00] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::nods and climbs under the console in the floater, taking off the pannel:: [19:00] ::looks over the sensor reports:: [19:00] Sir, the core of this planet is extremely unstable. I'm having a difficult time holding orbit with all of the gravimetric distortions. [19:01] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::approaches the skimmer and notices something crawling away from it:: Hey, one of the scorpions! ::stuns it w/ his rifle:: -----> [19:01] Lieutenant Bentall was stung. This creature almost sucked him dry of water. What is it, Ensign? [19:01] *** ObsMacPherson is now known as MajMacPherson [19:01] ::arrives back on the Bridge and crosses toward the lower level:: [19:01] <^2Lt_McClellan> damn nasty things... [19:01] ::nods and leans against the wall:: I guess I should go to sickbay and stay there for awhile. ::begins to slowly walk to the turbo lift nearly falling over in the process:: [19:01] SL>Follow me, sir. I just finished reading the database from the satellite we brought onboard. It appears that these devices were partly responsible for what happened on the two previous planets. [19:02] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::thinks, peeks under the skimmer:: It's coated by these little scorps, all over. They're tearing the circuits apart.. [19:02] ::nods at Lora:: Advanced civilization, but they're long dead. The atmosphere was stripped... it was M-class, but is now D-class. [19:02] ::winces as if struck:: Another one? [19:02] ::listening to Drexler:: Stripped? ::begins his own scans:: [19:02] *** MajMacPherson (hlunger@Star5929.infoblvd.net) has left #USS-Coronado [19:02] ::nods:: Sorry, sir. [19:02] SL> ::crosses his arms and follows T'Prax:: Both planets? How were they responsible for the biological weapon or the nuclear attack? [19:03] SL>::brings up the information he is talking about as well as a schematic for the scorpions:: I am not exactly sure, but do you remember the conditions we found the planets in? [19:03] 12=.\ction= The Coronado shudders slightly. [19:03] Commander? The stripping occurred... you guessed it... 1000 years ago. [19:03] SL>::feels the ship shudder:: [19:03] <^1LtCC_Halkins> +Taps+ Halkins to Bridge. The Skimmer is infested with skorps. They are tearing the thing apart. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::shoots them off the bottom, wincing as she gets shocked:: [19:03] ::helps Bentall walk:: Easy there Mr. Bentall ... [19:03] *** ObsHayden (billoy@Star7858.s238.tnt2.lnhva.md.dialup.rcn.com) has left #USS- Coronado [19:03] That was a gravimetric distortion from the planet's core. [19:04] SL> They were all lifeless. [19:04] ::settles back into the command chair:: Back us off a bit, Lieutenant. Get us to a safe distance. [19:04] *> ::guides Bentall to the nearest 'lift:: Sick Bay. [19:04] SL> Do you also remember that there was little or no water on both planets. [19:04] +taps+ Understood, Halkins. Get rid of the damn things. [19:04] ::makes it over to the lift with Daltons help and leans against the back wall of the car as it zips off:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:04] ::mutters:: Last thing we need are THOSE running around the ship. [19:04] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::from the corner of his eye, sees a spark fly from the skorp he stunned:: Hey.. that is not natural. [19:04] <^1LtCC_Halkins> +taps+ Yessir. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:04] SL> The first planet was full with vegetation, there was plenty of moisture there. But the second planet...no, it was aird as well. [19:05] Mr. Bentall, really. What were you thinking? [19:05] ::nods, moving the Coro away at low impulse:: [19:05] ::musing to himself:: Several planets, all decimated in one form or another about 1000 years ago... [19:05] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::examines the sparking skorp that is shaking now:: [19:06] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> McClellan.. Check this out. I think they're robots.. [19:06] SL> It is possible that there was a war in this system with a neighboring system, and these scorpions were a type of weaponry, that was used. Which would explain the vegetation on the one planet. I believe that these creatures extracted the water from the animals, but instead of ingesting it, they just spit it out after they were filled to capacity [19:06] 12=.\ction= On the planet below Coro, the remains of cities and seas, monuments and monoliths are visible. What were probably once green valleys are now dead, airless waste. [19:06] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> Robots? [19:06] ::looks at Dalton and smiles weakly as his strength continues to return:: Not like I had a choice in the matter. It's the crappy marine equipment. That transport was what let us down. I'll need to have a look at it later and find out what went wrong. [19:06] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ::sets his rifle to emit an EMP and fires at one of the skorps, which goes limp as the EMP hits it:: [19:07] ::shakes his head:: You should know better than to trust your health to Ironside and his band of Merry Marines. [19:07] I guess there are still some things I have to teach you. [19:07] ::smirks:: [19:07] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> Yep. They're robots. This is very odd. [19:07] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> ::looks at one, flicking at it with her finger:: [19:07] SL> ::scratches his chin and nods:: Good job, Ensign. Prepare a preliminary report of your findings and get it to the Commander. ::turns and heads out of the science lab:: He's going to want to know about this. [19:07] ::stands up slowly, a horrified expression on his face:: Analysis, Mr. Ragarok. Is it safe to say that all of these events are related? [19:07] *>::enters a TL:: Bridge [19:07] ::wonders what Dalton really is:: Not my choice I just figured nothing would happen. I was wrong. Least I'm still alive. [19:08] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> ::fires a wide beam EMP and the rest of the skorps go limp, deactivating and falling to the deck:: [19:08] ::blinking:: That's a fairly safe bet... although in order to have a war, you'd have to have sentient species... which doesn't fit with ALL of the planets... [19:08] SL>::nods and begins to write up his report, which doesn't take him very long. After he finishes, he heads to a TL:: [19:08] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> +taps+ The Skorps are robots [19:08] ::arrives in sickbay and has a seat on one of the biobeds as one of the doctors examins him:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:08] TL> Computer: Bridge [19:08] ::enters the bridge, still in light combat armour:: Mr. Prax has some ideas which I think you need to hear, Commander. [19:08] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> well..ye hit somethin...I'd liek ta take one and experiment [19:09] ::gives Bentall an unusual look:: Well like I said ... I couldn't have you go die on me. ::grins:: [19:09] TL>::thinks: I wonder what could have caused two systems to go to war:: [19:09] But I think you would be better off on the ship from now on. I do so hate keeping such close empathic tabs on people. [19:09] ::turns slowly, looking at Ironside:: Very well. ::turns to T'Prax:: Let's hear them, Ensign. [19:09] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> Go ahead, Lieutenant. [19:09] ::waits as the doctor moves away then looks at Dalton:: Are you still planning on leaving? [19:10] TL::the TL comes to a halt and the doors open up:: Cmdr. There is quite a bit to tell, I would suggest meeting in the Obersvation lounge or your Ready Room. [19:10] <^1LtCC_Halkins> +taps+ Bridge, The Skorps are robots, they are easily taken out by an EMP. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] <^2Lt_McClellan> FD> :;scoops one up and puts it in her flight bag:: [19:10] I gotta hear this analysis as well. [19:10] ::nods:: Good idea. +taps+ Understood, Halkins. You and McClellan get up here pronto. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] +allcall+ All senior officers, report to the wardroom. Time to compare notes. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] <^1LtCC_Halkins> FD> +Taps+ On our way, sir. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM PAUSE =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] ::heads into the wardroom:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] <^1LtCC_Halkins> ::attn:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] ::attn:: [19:11] OK, all in all, a very nice little foreboding sim! My favorite kind. ;) [19:11] Anyone have any comments or questions? [19:11] We've noticed. ;) [19:11] :) [LTHL_Dejat SOUND] [19:11] Not me. [19:12] And we got to use one of my marine vehicles...::rubs his hands together:: When do we get to bring out the tank? =) [19:12] hehehehe [19:12] ::raises hand:: < I do things foramally>> [19:12] <> [19:12] ::nods at T'Prax, winking at Ironside:: Ensign? [19:12] Please tell me we're going to continue this! [19:12] LOL Absolutely. :) [19:12] Good. [19:12] Anything else? [19:12] ::returns to attn:: [19:13] Yes. [19:13] Is this my good side? ::turns the other way:: Or is it this one? [19:13] Yes, Mr. Dalton? [19:13] ::motions for Dalton to turn fully around:: That one. [19:13] I think that I shall retain my dignity as a starship commander and leave that question to the others. That's all, everyone. [19:13] LCARS, we're done for tonight! * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12CRCO_Lora has called: Company, at ease! 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [19:13] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Time to relax -- 12http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/ ' [19:13] *** LMMC_Ironside is now known as Fraser [19:13] *** LTHL_Dejat is now known as McC [19:13] *** CRCO_Lora is now known as Jester [19:13] *** ENtc_TPrax is now known as Adm_TPrax [19:13] *** LCSI_trRagarok is now known as Ragarok [19:13] *** obsSonya is now known as Sonya [19:13] *** LTEN_Bentall is now known as Alffred [19:13] *** ^1LtCC_Halkins is now known as ^1Lt_Durron [19:14] *** ^2Lt_McClellan is now known as Kat_McClellan [19:14] Good sim. :) Painfull but a good one. :) [19:14] *** LTTC_Drexler is now known as Garstini [19:14] painful lol [19:14] Jester: I have a question: How the hell do I make a log, because I tried to make one last week, but didn't know exactly what you wanted. [19:14] ::chuckles:: Logs can be whatever you want, T'Prax. [19:14] *** Jester is now known as Guest2537 [19:14] *** Guest2537 is now known as Jester [19:14] Well, what about that Log thing on the website. [19:15] ::wonders where people find the time to write logs nowadays....:: [19:15] Speaking of logs... I posted one to the discussion... I don't know if it was supposed to be emailed to everyone or not [19:15] Guest2537. Borg designation for Jester [19:15] I guess. ::chuckles::