[18:03] ::nudges the last few into uniform and nods at Bentall:: [18:04] *** Aurelian is now known as LTtc_Ian [18:04] LCARS, let's get this show rolling. [18:04] I love on the online game its says: "Remember no actual cash prizes are awarded" hehe [18:04] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRXO_Bentall has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:04] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 =/\= Sim in progress!' [18:04] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::Attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] Evening, everyone, and happy Thanksgiving week to those of you in the U.S. :) [18:05] Send Turkey. [18:05] Think we'll jump right into the briefing this week... [18:05] happy turkey day! [18:05] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:05] Stardate 240011.20: "A Rumor of War", Part 2, by Jester. [18:05] SUMMARY: "You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come." [18:05] Following the recent excitement in the Penora Star Group, Coro is now back en route for Starbase 81. We are bearing a full load of supplies, equipment, and ordnance for Task Group 5.4, including a number of the new cluster torpedoes approved by Starfleet R&D. It is hoped the cluster munitions will be more effective against Traxati probes than standard torps. [18:05] All is quiet, and we are still a couple of days out of the Wormwood system, proceeding at slipstream. Most aboard are taking the opportunity provided by the relative quiet to catch up on personal business, or just relaxing after another difficult assignment. It is likely the quiet time won't last long once we return to Wormwood, after all... [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ack <> [18:05] ackety ack [18:05] ack [18:05] *** Magellan- (~Magellan-@id-12664.fayetteville3.nc.pub-ip.psi.net) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:06] ack [18:06] ack [18:06] Tonight's sim takes place the very next day after last week. In particular, following the theory that bad things must always happen late at night, it is currently late in the ship's night. ;) [18:06] woo woo [18:06] I'm going to guess that would put Ironside in command of the Bridge. That agreeable to you, Colonel? [18:07] Where would I be? SLeeping? :) [18:07] Sure, no problem. [18:07] unless you have something else to do late at night ^_^ [18:07] * Savant keeps an eye out for espionage [18:07] Up to you. Base it on where your character would be late at night. The CO, as a well-known night-owl, is up, but nowhere near the Bridge. [18:07] ::coughs:: I mean: That's satisfactory, Captain. [18:07] ::grins:: Any questions before we get going? [18:08] I'll wander up there...base it after the log that's working its way into the system... [18:08] No Sir [18:08] I have a comment. :) [18:08] Shoot. [18:08] *** Shadow0 (mgillis@id-60748.powersurfr.com) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:08] *** Shadow0 is now known as ObsShadow [18:08] << ::pulls out a phaser:: Someone say shoot? >> [18:08] Well two actually. First I will be leaving right at 7:00. Just warning you and second all Canadians of legal age should be reminded that we all have to vote next Monday for the federal election. :) [18:09] no worries, i didnt' forget ^_^ [18:09] let's show these yanks how to vote, right? ^_- [18:09] Exactly. :) [18:09] Go NDP! [18:09] LOL Hush. ;) [18:09] he he he [18:09] Anything else, Exec? [18:09] Go Natural Law! :) J/K [18:09] hopefully you guys will get it right better than us [18:09] *** RLee_HG (mikeyjo381@id-34926.atl.bellsouth.net) has joined #uss- coronado [18:09] No sir. [18:09] We now how to vote just not how to count right!! [18:09] Marijuana Party! [18:09] I said hush. ;) [18:09] Sorry sir. [18:09] If there's nothing else relevant... [18:10] * CPCO_LoraKor =/\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =/\= [18:10] <<::does some yoga flying::>> [18:10] * Savant floats to one side of the bridge, shedding light across the dimmed room as she watches the holotank patiently [18:10] =.\ction= It is late in the ship's night. Colonel Ironside has the Bridge. Everyone else is doing what they would normally do late at night... [18:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:10] *** cpcb_Tlaloco (gatherer@id-14133.244.235.219.Weehawken1.Level3.net) has joined #uss-coronado [18:10] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v cpcb_Tlaloco [18:10] Computer recognizes cpcb_Tlaloco. Authorization codes enabled. [18:10] Q>::chuckles:: It was good to talk to you too, Piet. Ironside out. ::finishes his glass of juice and rises, deciding it's too late to get any meaningful rest and leaves his quarters, heading for the bridge:: [18:10] ::orders a raktajino from the replicator:: [18:11] *** Ryan (mcclure@id-45119.nm01-c3.cpe.charter-ne.com) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:11] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Ryan [18:11] Computer recognizes Ryan. Authorization codes enabled. [18:11] ::lounges in his bed reading a good old fashoined "real" book.:: [18:11] Q> ::sleeps comfortably dreaming of a beach and a case of beer:: [18:11] *** Ryan is now known as ObsMcC [18:11] *>::enters the turbolift:: Bridge. [18:11] ((er, who is on the bridge except me?)) [18:11] *** ObsMcC is now known as LCHL_Dejat [18:11] <> [18:11] Q> ::lies in bed wondering how he's doing:: [18:12] Q> ::peruses through a file dealing with the ship's specs, eyes narrowed in thoughtful study:: [18:12] ::takes the mug and walks to the tactical station:: <> [18:12] ::stretches his back and arm muscles to prevent late night cramping as the turbolift opens and he exits onto the bridge:: [18:12] 7> ::sits in Seventh Heaven, reading a fleet bulletin and nursing a Guinness:: [18:12] *** Magellan- (~Magellan-@id-12664.fayetteville3.nc.pub-ip.psi.net) has left #USS-Coronado [18:12] =.\ction= Ironside takes command of the Bridge just in time to hear the computer start talking about a priority message incoming. [18:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:12] * Savant turns about to face Ironside, a disconcerting motion [18:12] good evening Sir ^_^ [18:13] Q> ::gets up:: lights on [18:13] *** RLee_HG (mikeyjo381@id-34926.atl.bellsouth.net) Quit (Quit: ) [18:13] Q> OK. So I'll deliver that apology to Oswald later. [18:13] ::flips a page and stifles a yawn:: [18:13] Office_Deck3> ::reclines in the large chair reading over some tactical analysis reports:: [18:13] ::grumbles as he extracts a coffee from the replicator:: Good evening Savant...Lt. Ian, what's the computer talking about? ::heads for the command chair:: [18:13] Q>time to see what's waiting for me in medbay. [18:13] Incoming priority message. [18:14] Q> ::Goes to the panel on the desk:: Computer ships layout please [18:14] * Savant lets her consciousness hook into the communication stream, watching the line as it's decoded and displayed [18:14] barracks>::heads towards turbolift:: [18:14] ::plops down into the chair:: Source? [18:14] TL>Medbay. [18:14] ::blinks once or twice harder than normal to wake himself up as he takes a sip of coffee:: Computer, time. [18:14] ::looks at the console:: Priority one , code 2. ::cringes:: [18:14] Q> ::dreams - Opening an ice cold Corona and watches a few surfers:: [18:14] =.\ction= Computer> "The time is 0115 hours." [18:15] Q> ::yawns again and decides to stop fighting the sleep:: Computer, lights. ::as the lights go out he places the book on his night stand and rolls over to go to sleep:: [18:15] From fifth fleet command on starbase 742 [18:15] the time is one fiftee - ::is interrupted by the computer:: [18:15] TL> ::To himself:: Why is it I always end up in medbay? [18:15] ::takes another sip and shakes his head:: Something tells me we can't tell them to call back in the morning. Okay, Lieutenant. Patch it through. [18:15] O> ::makes a few changes to the security team roster:: Computer, display current security team's... [18:15] ::puts the message through:: [18:15] Q> ::goes to the replicator:: Hot chocolate [18:16] * Savant drifts backwards, looks at the science terminal [18:16] O> ::looks over the display:: Hmm, proceed with third quarter rotation assignments... [18:16] *>::heads toward medbay:: gotta admit. It's sheer genius to stash a hypospray in medbay. Who'd notice one more or less? [18:16] =.\ction= The message is audio only. "Coronado, priority 1, code 2. Coronado, you are directed to halt current mission immediately. A Federation transport, registry SRV 1643, has transmitted an emergency action message, using the sector wide code for a hostile alien takeover of their vessel." [18:17] Q> ::begins to slightly snore:: [18:17] * Savant 's lips tighten almost imperceptably for a moment [18:17] Q> ::takes cup back to the desk:: [18:17] shall i alert the Captain, sir? [18:17] =.\ction= "We instructed all ships passing through this region to use this code only if they came under attack by Traxati or X!chi forces. The ship is no longer responding, but transponder readings have it heading for Traxati space at warp 8. Can you intercept, Coronado?" [18:17] M> Alright now.. If I were a highly illegal drug, where would I be? [18:17] Q> ::comes back around from the main area, back into the beadroom with two mugs of warm tea:: Care for a drink, my dear? [18:17] ::aloud:: Coronado acknowledges. Will halt mission and intercept said transport. Can you provide location and targeting data? [18:17] O> Now, lighten Security Team Gamma to four members and increase Alpha's compliment to six... [18:17] M>::begins search:: [18:17] *** RLee_HG (mikeyjo381@id-34926.atl.bellsouth.net) has joined #uss- coronado [18:17] =.\ction= "Confirmed, Coronado. Transmitting now." [18:18] Q> ::nods:: sure [18:18] Ian, as soon as we have that data, transmit it to helm. Helm, lay in an intercept course and engage at slipstream velocity once we receive the data. [18:18] Q> ::puts the file down, rubbing his eyes:: Anything else... anything else... ::he mumbles sluggishly, eyes searching the bed for any more files. There are none. Climbing out of bed, he stretches and moves to the bathroom:: [18:18] ::Temporarily closes her eyes, glad the children are visiting their grandmother on Earth:: [18:18] M>::notices one of his swabees on the "bioslab":: [18:18] * Savant repeats herself, "Would you like me to alert the Captain, sir?" [18:19] Q> ::gingerly hands Oswald the mug, smiling, and takes a sip of his own:: [18:19] Yellow alert! ::nods at Savant:: [18:19] =.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as the ship's alert status changes to yellow . [18:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] 7> ::finishes the fleet briefing and leans back:: [18:19] M> Seaman, Seman Kor? What's wrong? [18:19] * Savant nods and disappears... there is the familiar sound of the Captain's door chime ringing [18:19] M>::notes the klaxon:: Xolotl! Gods! Why do you play with me? [18:19] Helm> Acknowledged, Major. ::sets course for the target and engages slipstream:: [18:19] O> ::watches the lights flash yellow:: Yellow Alert? At this hour? [18:19] =.\ction= The Coronado's slipstream drive activates; the frigate enters the conduit, and vanishes. [18:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] Yes, sir. ::transmits the data to the helm:: [18:19] Q> ::takes a sip of her tea as the alert goes off:: oh dear... not again... [18:20] Q> ::dreams-finds himself surfing...and wakes suddenly:: What the...?!? [18:20] M>Kor>sir, I just had a little spacesickness. [18:20] * Savant disrupts the peace of Seventh Heaven with a CRACK, and she appears [18:20] O> +tap+ Daren to bridge...Everything alright up there Colonel? [18:20] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:20] M>::to himself:: I really shouldn't do this... ::picks up a tricorder:: [18:20] 7> ::watches as the Coro opens a new conduit and changes course in a long sweeping turn and frowns:: +taps+ Bridge, this is the Captain. Report. [18:20] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] Q> ::snorts awake at the sound of the alert klaxon:: Damn it.... ::mumbles under his breath as he crawls out of bed, does a quick set of jumping jacks to wake himself up, dresses in his uniform and rushes of to the bridge:: [18:21] Q> ::looks up at the yellow alert signal:: well so much for the cup of hot chocolate ::says to myself [18:21] Q> ::rubs the sleep from his eyes and dresses quickly putting on his flight suit:: +taps+ Flight Ops, report! [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] Q> ::sighs:: Never ends. [18:21] M>::hmmm....:: Seaman have you been on Andromeda lately? [18:21] there seems to be some trouble, Sir. if you like i can brief you on your way to the Bridge ^_^ [18:21] ::taps a couple of commands into the console, prepping a marine assault team to board the transport, already going through the vessel's specs:: +taps+ We've received a priority distress call from a transport. She's come under attack. [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] M>Kor> Yessir. Why? [18:21] Q> ::giggles:: at least you don't have to pick up the messes too... [18:21] 7> ::blinks as Savant appears nearby, then stands:: By all means, Savant. ::heads for the doors:: [18:21] Q> ::gets dressed into uniform:: [18:22] O> ::puts his PADD down and steps out to the corridor:: [18:22] ::exits the lift as it stops on the bridge:: Report! ::heads for his seat:: [18:22] M>Next time, seaman, stick to the holodecks. You've got Q'uuties. [18:22] Q>::grins:: can only get worse down in engineering... [18:22] * Savant floats beside him as if dragged along by some ehtereal current [18:22] ::looks at the transmission to see how far the ship is from the Coronado:: Oh boy [18:22] Q> ::bathes his eyes with a little water just in time for the alert to blink into existance:: Hmm? +tap+ Cavanaugh to commander Daren. [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] as the Major said, we have recieved a distress call from a freighter [18:22] M>Kor> Q'uuties? [18:22] ::fills in the rest of the details for the Captain:: [18:22] ::enters TL:: Bridge +tap+ Go ahead Cadet! [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] Flight Ops> +taps+ Sir, Just receiving data now. We will download to your fighters. [18:22] <> [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] =.\ction= Coro settles into the new conduit, accelerating toward the coordinates of the transport:: [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] <> [18:22] M> I'm afraid so. I'm preparing an antibiotic. But you'll be off your feet for a few days. [18:23] Q> ::chuckles:: I can only imagine what they're doing on the bridge. [18:23] ::nods to the Commander as he arrives:: We're in pursuit of an apparently hijacked freighter. If you'll excuse me Commander, I need to prepare for boarding action... [18:23] Looks like they've gotten a good head start. [18:23] Q> ::heads out to engineering:: [18:23] Q> ::sighs:: I suppose I should go down to engineering... [18:23] M>::to nurse:: Nurse, would you be so kind as to administer this hypospray? I'm not- [18:23] *> ::moves down the corridor and enters a TL:: +taps+ ::to Daren:: Will my assistance be needed on bridge, sir? [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] ::nods:: Understood Colonel. ::sits down and reads over the current status report:: [18:23] M>BEtrille>I'm aware of your situation, soldier. [18:24] *> ::exits Quarters and heads for TL:: +taps+ Have Alert Fighters ready prep the others. Just in case. [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] *> ::enters TL:: Bridge! Savant, return to the Bridge. Have whomever is at Tactical pull up the records on this transport, and try to get more detailed information on what fleet command knows. [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] TL> ::enters the TL:: engineering [18:24] ::nods and sweeps out of the chair, downloading info into a PADD for review and planning on the run as he enters the turbolift:: Armoury. [18:24] aye sir ^_^ [18:24] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] * Savant disappears like a late morning fog, disappating with a slight hissing noise [18:24] TL> ::enters TL:: Fighter Bay! [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] TL> ::watches Savant vanish, and smiles wistfully for a moment:: [18:24] M>Thank you. Get plenty of rest, Kor, and next time, remember that those Andorian chix get around! [18:24] +taps+ Ironside to flight deck, I want a squadron up for CAP and escort as soon as we exit slipstream. [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] Q> ::nods:: And I suppose I should get up to the bridge. ::kisses Oswald gently on the tip of her nose before turning towards his closet and slipping into his uniform:: [18:24] * Savant reappears in the same manner, gently floating into being, beside the Tactical station [18:25] M>::resumes search for the hypospray:: [18:25] ::steps onto the bridge:: +tap+ I'm afraid I'm not sure yet, report to the strategic analysis lab on deck three...we're proceeding on a rescue mission [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] The Captain would like information on the freighter in question..... i'm displaying it at tactical ^_^ [18:25] E> ::enters engineering and goes to the office:: [18:25] TL> Deck three. +taps+ Aye, sir. ::feels the as the TL begins its move:: [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:26] FB> ::exits the TL and is handed is helmet by tech and heads directly for fighter. [18:26] ::passes the center of the bridge and nods:: Evening Colonel [18:26] 4>::enters the armoury and quicky begins donning the medium combat armour, other rousted marines doing the same:: [18:26] Q> ::puts on her uniform and kisses Dejat on the cheek before heading out:: the fun never ends does it... [18:26] ::arrives on the Bridge and heads for the holographic tank:: [18:26] Captain on the Bridge. [18:26] E> doesn't seem like to much going on here? [18:26] M>::To himself:: Ican't do this. I can't be in medbay during any alert. [18:26] Q> ::smiles as the door closes:: Not on the Coronado. ::checks to make sure the room is secure, grabs a PADD and heads out the door and towards the lift:: [18:26] ::calls up the data on the transport:: [18:26] ::walks up to the tactical station and Lt. Ian:: a little late hmm Lieutenant? [18:26] ::nods at Bentall on the way by:: 'morning, Exec. ::glances at Ian:: Lieutenant, I'll need whatever information we have on this ship'. [18:26] M>::hesitates:: but then again, the situation isn't getting any worse. [18:27] ::grins:: Morning to you as well Captain. Though by this point I've had all of ten minutes of sleep since I went of duty. [18:27] 4>::continues to work through the PADD, noting the layout and size of the transport while guaging how many squadrons to deploy:: [18:27] Flight Ops> +taps+ Wayne, CAP and escort mission has been ordered. [18:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:27] M>Now where could it be... [18:27] E> ::walks around E seeing how everything is going:: [18:27] E>::enters main engineering and looks around at the sleepy people lounging about:: why don't you all get pillows and take a nap? [18:27] Someone called in sick and I got stuck in their place, sir. ::to LoraKor:: Working on it, captain. [18:28] M>::subtly explores the shelves of supplies:: [18:28] * Savant begins to root through the omnipresent MEmory Alpha for pertinent information... anyhing useful [18:28] E> ::sees Oswald come in and goes over to her:: Reporting for duty maam [18:28] E> ::notes how her engineers seem to waken a bit and shrugs:: [18:28] E> ::raises an eyebrow:: you're awake? [18:28] S03> ::climbs aboard and straps in:: +taps+ Acknowledged. T-Cats will take the mission. T-Birds will remain on standby alert. [18:28] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] ::arrives on the bridge and quickly heads up to the flight ops console:: I'll take over. ::nods to the duty officer and slides into position, loading up his preferences and quickly taking stock of the situation:: [18:28] ::looks over the rear science station, looking over the signal from the vessel:: [18:28] ::stands in front of the holographic tank, nodding at Ian and Daren:: Let's have it here. ::indicates the tank, giving a half-smile toward Dejat:: [18:29] E> yes, maam wide awake [18:29] ::smirks:: Flight Operations Officer on deck. ::nods back at Lora Kor:: [18:29] 4>::finishes donning the armour and orders the active marines to the assault transporters, transferring assault information for their review into their suit computers while grabbing a pulse rifle and exiting the armoury:: [18:29] M>::to himself:: My duty is to those int he barracks. [18:29] E> :;goes into her office and motions Farley to follow her:: [18:29] Transmits the data to the holotank:: [18:29] 4>::re-enters the turbolift he came down on:: Bridge. [18:29] M>+taps+ Tlaloco to barracks. Johnson, are you there? [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] E> ::sees Oswalds guesture and follows her to the office:: [18:29] TacLab> ::walks in, settling aside:: +taps+ Cavanaugh to commander Daren. I'm in the lab, sir. [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] E> ::sits down at her desk and begins watching the monitor screens:: pull up a chair Farley.. you can have the first thing that goes wrong tonight... [18:29] =.\ction= The tank flickers, then displays the boxy form of a standard Starfleet fueler. It is big, bulky, and slow, with four large storage tanks essentially strapped to an equal number of warp engines. [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] Barracks>Johnson>+taps+Johnson here, chief. [18:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] <> [18:30] E> ::sits a chiar in the office:: thank-you maam [18:30] <> [18:30] FB> S03> ::preps the fighter and listens for acknowledgements:: +taps+ Flight Ops, T-Cats are ready for launch. Give us the word. [18:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] M>OK, Johnson, deploy the men as per drill jaguar seven. I want to see how you do. [18:30] Carrying 30,000 tons of Detrium feul, Crew of 115, and has space for 48 passengers ::reading aloud:: [18:30] ::enters the bridge again in full armour, pulse rifle slung over his shoulder and helmet clamped under his arm:: [18:31] ::standing behind Ian:: I'll transmit this data to the Tactical Analysis Lab... +tap+ Cadet Cavanaugh...I've got a distress signal for you to look over... [18:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:31] M>Johnson>+Taps+ what's the situation? [18:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:31] M>+Taps+ standby. [18:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:31] ::reads over the Lt's shoulder:: hmm not exactly a prime target is it? [18:32] TacLab> +taps+ Aye, sir. ::moves to a randon console, program set to recieve the info:: [18:32] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:32] the freighter was apparently on its normal run to starbase 742 and failed to make it's twice daily check, sirs [18:32] Nonpe. Sounds like random target. [18:32] the message we got was from when the ship was contacts as to why it went off course [18:32] ::looks back over his shoulder at Lora Kor:: We're right on their tail, sir...well, positionally speaking. We'll catch up to them in about an hour. [18:33] M>+Taps+ Tlaloco to bridge. Cmdr. BEntall, sir. Shall I have the men report ready for battle stations? [18:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:33] ::moves over to the Mission Ops console and sets his helmet down above the console, leaning over without sitting down to check his assault plan against the final specs and assures that the monitoring system for the assault is set up:: [18:33] ::nods at Dejat and frowns:: I thought all the fuelers in this area were under escort. Mr. Daren, take the Mission Ops station. Contact Starbase 742 and ask where this ship's escort is. [18:33] the ship is presently heading outward at warp eight ^_^ [18:33] ::aloud:: Fast for a freighter. [18:33] Well.... It looks like we got ourselves a ship to recapture. +taps+ Negative Chief. If we have to goto battle stations you'll know it when it's time. No point in getting to carried away. [18:33] =.\ction= The automatic klaxon sounds as the ship's alert status changes to red . [18:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:33] <> [18:33] ::checks starfleet intel reports:: No signs of unusual activity in the area...then again Intelligence isn't always right up to date on these things [18:34] * Savant drifts off to one side, apparnetly a little pensive today [18:34] M>+taps+ acknowledged. Well, better cancel that. [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] E> ::jumps in the chair as the red alert goes off:: [18:34] <> [18:34] =.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as the ship's alert status changes to yellow . [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] M>+taps+ Johnson, you know what to do. [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] ::nods:: Aye sir ::walks across the bridge, opening frequency to SB 742:: [18:34] ::turns to Ironside:: Your people ready to go, Colonel? [18:35] M>I really better stay here in medbay. [18:35] ::nods:: I've got two platoons on full alert, and another two standing by. That should be more than enough to sweep the ship quickly, without us getting in each other's way. [18:35] M>::continues to search for the hypospray:: [18:36] TacLab> ::begins analysis on the signal, comparing it to the information provided:: +taps+ Commander Daren sir, it appears the signal did in fact come from a fuel-transporting vessel. Static and certain anomalies back up the fact that it was under attack, if such confirmation was needed. [18:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] * Savant watches silently, blazing blue eyes watching the scene analytically [18:36] FB> S03> ::reviews data and information:: (m) High CAP and escort. +taps+ Rizo & Fox take the CAP. Mays you are my wingman. [18:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] M>::A wave of intense pain doubles tlaloco over:: [18:36] ::nods and heads back for his chair:: Lieutenant Ian, does that fueler carry sensors sufficient to detect us at slipstream? [18:37] ::looks up:: +tap+ Thank you Cadet, keep up the good work ::turns to LoraKor:: Sir, I have a report from SB 742 on the escort ships... [18:37] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] M>where in hell could they have put it? [18:37] * Savant blinks out suddenly, leaving a whispy trail of glittering dust [18:37] ::Calls up the transpors sensor information:: [18:38] ::drops into his chair:: Let's hear it, Commander. [18:38] M>::Wipes copious sweat off his brow, notes the trembling in his hands:: [18:38] ::turns around:: Captain, the problem with this kind of chase is relative speed. We're both going so fast that we're not going to have decent sensor readings until we're sitting on top of them, LORASON or none. [18:38] Two Artemis class destroyers are standard escort for all fuel convoys, however all contact was lost with the destroyers...at the same time the fuel ship sent out the alert signal [18:38] ::stands alongside Daren, training his view on the tactical presentation in the holodeck before stepping forward to move alongside Flight Ops:: ETA, Commander Dejat? [18:38] ::nods at Dejat, then glances at Bentall:: We may have to put an Engineering team aboard the freighter in order to shut her engines down. [18:38] ::glances at his board:: 45 minutes, Major. [18:38] * Savant dives into the sensor arrays fully, and is innundated with more information than any living being could ever hope to process [18:38] ::turns back to Dejat:: Thank you, Commander. [18:39] ::settles back in his seat and keeps an eye on the display:: [18:39] ::nods:: Aye sir. +taps+ Bentall to Oswald [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] +taps+ yes sir [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] M> Moves to a secluded corner, and huddles down, shivering. [18:39] ::nods grimly over to Daren:: It's a good bet that someone or something attacked them, then. [18:39] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] ::nods and moves forward to the default damage control console, switching it over to some Mission Ops functions to continue to refine the assault plan and squadron objectives:: [18:39] +taps+ Have an engineering team on stand bye in transporter room 1. You may need to go over to the freighter to shut down her engines. [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] ::nods:: I agree sir...but I don't see anything on LORASON [18:40] E> +taps+ yes sir [18:40] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] M>::reaches for replicator:: Neurosupressant- Curarizine. 50 cc's. [18:40] E> ::looks at Farley:: doesn't that sound like fun? [18:40] * Savant begins the work of preparing, tailoring sensor relays and palettes for the work ahead [18:40] If we appraoched them fromt eh front they'd see us. Reports say rear sensors are under repair. Some problem with carrying fuel. [18:40] E> works for me maam [18:40] E> ::grins:: you wanna go or stay? [18:40] M>Computer>Authorization code required. [18:41] ::frowns:: Problem with approaching from the rear is that we're going to be practically blind until we're right on top of them. If there's a warship or warships out there, we're going to be as obvious as a rampaging bull. [18:41] M> emergency override. Command code, alpha. [18:41] E> ::gets up from the chair and goes out into E to gather the team:: [18:41] E> ::gets up from her chair and starts walking around engineering gather a kit and a few special tools she wants:: [18:41] ::looks back over his shoulder:: Captain. Can't we just drop from slipstream for a brief period to capture the area with a LORASON sweep? [18:41] M> ::hypospray shimmers. Tlaloco grabs it , and jabs it into his jugular:: [18:42] * Savant snaps back into being again on the bridge, a loud *snap* and a whiff of ozone heralding her [18:42] E> ::looks around engineering:: you 4 four come with me [18:42] M>::Sighs. That'll hold me. Strange they didn't deactvate my command codes. [18:42] ::frowns and nods:: We're going to have to, but I hate to expose us like that. LORASON sweeps are just too public. May as well announce our approach with a trumpet carillon. [18:42] FB> S03> ::adjusts himself trying to stay comfortable:: [18:42] ::looks over the specs of the freighter:: [18:42] ::is wired enough from his preparation that it takes physical effort to keep from drawing his weapon upon the snap of Savant's return:: [18:42] TacLab> ::duplicates the signal on the console, running further analysis in case something new should come up:: Does it always get this... excited? ::he asks a fellow random cadet, nodding at the smile he gets in response:: I see. [18:43] They're going to know that someone's coming, in any case, Captain. [18:43] * Savant steeples her fingertips and drifts forward [18:43] And they don't know that we're slipstream capable, unless their intelligence is better than we've assumed. [18:43] E> ::leaves engineering with Team 1 heading for transporter room 1:: lets get going [18:43] ::frowns more, then nods:: Exec, bring us to within 25 light-years, then drop out of slipstream long enough to transmit a LORASON pulse. Then back into slipstream until we close to 1 light-year. [18:43] E> ::examines who Farley has chosen and nods:: [18:43] ::murmurs gently:: the sensor arrays have been reworked to maximize our... diescreteness, sir. . . [18:44] ::smirks:: Wasn't aware the Commander was at the helm, Captain. [18:44] ::thinks:: Perhaps we could send a shuttle ahead...with Coronado following a few seconds away but out of range [18:44] <> [18:44] ::looks over his shoulder and smiles at Savant:: Unfortunately, a LORASON array, even when using discretion, is pretty loud. [18:44] <> [18:44] ::gives LoraKor a startled looks then looks at Dejat:: Do I need to repeat his orders Mr. Dejat? ::asked with a grin:: [18:44] aye sir.... that's why i have also retooled our navigational array and long range sensors ^_^ [18:44] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:44] E> ::heads up to Transporter room 1 after Farley and his gang with one of her most experienced engineers that Farley missed:: [18:44] ::grins:: I think I got it straight, Commander. [18:45] ::stands up and laughs:: You do so long as I'm in CIC. I'm going to take a look at the results directly. Mr. Daren, you're with me. [18:45] ::heads for the TL:: You have the Bridge, Exec. [18:45] ::stands and follows the Captain:: [18:45] If you don't mind, Captain...::turns and follows:: [18:45] Aye Captain. ::stands and takes over the now vacant centre chair:: [18:46] ::enters TL:: By all means. ::holds the door for Ironside and Daren, then:: CIC. [18:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] * Savant watches the Captain and Ironside leave for a moment, as if distracted [18:46] *> ::enters TL:: hold the door for the LJ [18:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] Mr. Dejat as soon as we close to within 26 light years give Lt. Ian a warning so she can be reading to perform the Lorason sweep. [18:47] +tap+ Daren to Cadet Cavanaugh...We're still not sure who we are after Cadet...but whomever it is I would like you and the others there to work on a tactical solution, should it become necessary. [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] M>{::sees the helmetted men on their strange beasts, riding through the streets of Tenochtitlan.::} [18:47] ::nods:: Coming up on 26 light years in five minutes. [18:47] TL>::frowns an apology concerning his bulk in the turbolift with his armour on:: [18:47] TL> Remind me to ask Lieutenant Oswald to set up some kind of priority turbolift code for the CIC. As long as I keep having to go back and forth, I'd like to be able to make the trip quickly. [18:47] ::nods:: You have everything under control with the sweep Lt Ian? [18:47] TL> sorry about that maam, jumping the gun I guess ::looks disapointted with my own poor performance:: [18:47] M>Mamu! Tloceopacatl mextli manamapac! [18:48] Yes, sir ::getting ready for the sweep:: [18:48] TacLab> ::blinks at his unit:: +taps+ We will try, sir. May I ask, sir, if we have any idea what we're up against? [18:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] TL> ::smiles at Farley:: it's okay... [18:49] CIC> ::arrives in the CIC and waits patiently for Ironside and his armor to exit the TL before following him:: [18:49] * Savant frowns gently as bits flip inside of her core matrix, she folds her hands behind her back [18:49] +tap+ The attack most likely came from a race known as the X!tchi...an hostile insectoid race...but their ships are thus far unknown to us. GOod Luck, Cadet [18:49] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:49] CIC> ::enters:: Computer, activate CIC systems. [18:50] ::Revives::Where is the doctor? [18:50] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] Miss Ian, ready to drop out? [18:50] CIC> ::enters and gets right to work:: [18:50] Ready. [18:50] M>::notices a small vial among some momentos:: [18:50] =.\ction= The CIC powers into life... at the moment, the holographic sphere is mostly empty, showing only Coronado and the slipstream conduit, and only a brief space around her, mostly directed forward. [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] * Savant blinks, and all is well again. Her expression smooths [18:50] TacLab> ::frowns at his unit:: +taps+ Acknowledged, sir. ::turns to face the already arguing officers:: [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:51] CIC> Awaiting data from the bridge... [18:51] ::rises and walks around to Ian's station to get a look at the sweeps results. [18:51] M>::staggers over to the vial, and inserts it into a hypospray, injecting the ruby-colored liquid into the vein beneath his tongue...:: [18:51] * Savant drifts to one side to get out of Bentall's way as he approaches [18:51] ::sets his helmet on the floor near the entrance and moves inwards to stand alongside Daren and the Captain, crossing his arms, somewhat hindered by the armour:: [18:51] CIC> Computer, relay LORASON sensor sweep data to the CIC as soon as it become available... [18:52] M>::feels the parasite enter his blood stream, experiences it as warmth:: That's MUCH better. [18:52] CIC> +taps+ Bridge, we're ready down here. [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] FB> S03> ::looks at techs working on the T-Birds and thinks of the beach:: (m) Wish I was there now. [18:52] ::looks to Ironside at his left:: Never can be too ready for an assault eh Colonel? ::grins:: [18:52] +taps+ 30 seconds Captain. [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:53] If you ever think you're completely ready for an assault, you're likely to lose, Commander. ::gives Daren a slight grin:: [18:53] M>::feels his muscles relax, and feels himself gain composure:: [18:53] ::nods:: Indeed [18:54] M> Maybe I should look for the other vial. [18:54] ::nods:: Here we go, then...::drops out of slipstream:: [18:54] * Savant filters away again, out of the metaril world and back into her element... she watches he time tick by painfully slow, ready to guide the scanners as they work [18:54] <> [18:54] =.\ction= The Coronado's slipstream drive activates; the frigate enters the conduit, and vanishes. [18:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:54] <> [18:54] CIC> +taps+ Bridge, be sure to monitor any changes in the target when we pop up. If they appear to see us, I want to know about it. [18:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:54] Re-enter slipstream when we hit 1 light year Mr. Dejat. [18:54] ::taps the button:: [18:54] ::nods:: Standing by... [18:54] =.\ction= The LORASON pulse goes out... there is a delay of a minute or so, and then the first return comes back. It shows the freighter moving along at warp 8. It is apparently alone to a distance of 1 light-year around her. Every couple of seconds, a wave-pulse transmits from the image of the freighter... the transponder code, apparently. [18:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] +taps+ Acknowledged Captain. You should be getting somthing now. [18:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] =.\ction= Ship's condition is currently: Yellow Alert . [18:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] the ship appears fine, desipte its change in course [18:55] Re-entering slipstream in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...now! ::engages slipstream:: [18:55] =.\ction= The Coronado's slipstream drive activates; the frigate enters the conduit, and vanishes. [18:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] CIC> ::looks up as the sensor data literally fills the room:: [18:55] =.\ction= Meanwhile, in the CIC and Tactical Analysis Labs, more detailed information comes in regarding the fueler's attitude, crew compliment, and power output. [18:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:55] M>::perhaps the best place for me is back in the chapel. But I better advise the skip of the situation here. [18:56] ::looks at the display suspiciously:: Captain, there was most likely no sign of the original attackers, or else the two Artemis destroyers would surely have relayed distress calls as well. The Xitchi may have some sort of cloak or shroud field around their ships. It might explain why we have yet to meet one. [18:56] <> [18:56] TacLab> ::blinks as his console goes wild:: +taps+ Cavanaugh to bridge. The pulse results are in. The ship, as you probably know, is alone. Apparently a fair amount of the crew is alive. 138 humanoid lifeforms can be detected, most of them scattered about. 3 of those are on the bridge. [18:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:56] ::whistles:: That sensor pod sure does the trick. [18:56]