[18:03] Uniforms, folks. Sim time. :) [18:03] great babe city. [18:03] Serrold spilled the winner of Weakest Link to all the west- coasters ;) [18:03] * LCTC_Drexler just shakes his head. [18:03] Aggies pilled the beans about the winner of the Star Trek Weakest Link [18:03] *** CCC is now known as LTen_Farley [18:03] And the ppl in the mountain time zone to :) [18:03] Ahhh. [18:03] I didn't even see it. [18:03] Heiwa is going to be guesting tonight as our old friend Nikkos. Why will be apparent once the sim gets rolling. ;) [18:03] So, who won? [18:03] pfft, anything west of Texas doesnt matter ;) [18:03] So let's go so I can watch the stupid show ;) [18:04] yeah. Who won? [18:04] *** Joins: Vertigo (Ask@8D7465B.39C049CC.36DF8733.2310808E.dsl.xmission.com) [18:04] *** Heiwa is now known as Nikkos [18:04] LCARS, let's go! [18:04] Levar:( [18:04] Exec, any time you're ready. ;) [18:04] ... damn. [18:04] *** Vertigo is now known as ObsVertigo [18:04] Mr. President! Lets Roll! [18:04] Nice try. ::snickers:: [18:04] <> [18:04] LCARS let's preheat the over to a nice 450 degrees! [18:04] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! -- 12http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ ' [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] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::Attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] *** Joins: Ryosei (somewhere@2B6F2293.2AF52808.1FAF4A71.CC59707.ed.shawcable.net) [18:04] 12Computer recognizes Ryosei. Authorization codes enabled. [18:04] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Ryosei [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ah... ::huff puff:: so sorry to be late.... ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:05] Hello from New York City, everyone! :) I've got a few announcements before we get started. [18:05] First, some of you may have noticed that Coronado has been moved from 5th fleet to the newly forming 8th fleet. [18:06] ::nods:: [18:06] ::nods:: [18:06] I want to specify first off that this is strictly a UCIP internal organization thing. It doesn't affect the Coro sim at all. In particular, since Coro has no way of knowing what's going on back in the MW, TG5.4 is still TG5.4. ;) [18:06] Hello from Hell. ^_^ [18:07] The only thing this affects is who I send sim reports to and whose meetings I attend whenever subfleet meetings are called. Some of you might be asking, why was Coro moved? That's simple enough. [18:07] 'cause we're the most kick-ass IRC sim around here. ;) [18:07] yah us! [18:07] Hoo-wah! [18:07] whoop! [18:07] ::cheers:: [18:07] Yay. ;) [18:07] we rock. [18:07] ::grins:: [18:07] ::Flexes:: [18:07] As if there was doubt [18:07] we rule [18:07] Every time a new fleet forms, Coro is made one of the IRC sims in the new fleet. This is the third time Coro's changed fleets, and every time, it's because we're put into a newly forming fleet to give that fleet at least one stable sim. ;) [18:08] flagship of the vanguard. [18:08] That's us! [18:08] In this case, there are actually at least two stable sims, since our old friends from U.S.S. Warrior are in the 8th Fleet, also. ;) [18:08] i would like to reiterate my suggestion that the Omicron fleet should be renamed to the "Better than You" fleet [18:08] Impressive... [18:08] Nah, Holier Than Thou fleet :) [18:08] that too ^_- [18:08] OK, shhh. ;) [18:08] ::whistles innocuously and stays at attention:: [18:09] Don't make me get out my PPR and practive on you folks! [18:09] Nah, you wouldent waste the ammo =) [18:09] Anyway, that's the general gist behind the fleet change. It's no big deal, and is strictly a UCIP organizational thing. If you have any other questions about it, feel free to ask 'em when I get to the Q&A time. [18:09] ::wonders if the XO can hit the broad side of the coro:: [18:09] Shhhhh! ;) [18:09] * Nikkos shakes his head ... such poor discipline ;) [18:10] <> [18:10] Second announcement! I've now gone through the logs for last week in detail and I was impressed and amused to find that in many cases, Marines and Tactical officers generally did better at firing from cover, supporting each other, etc. As a result, they got killed less. [18:10] This, I can tell you, will be important tonight. ;) [18:11] As a result, I'd like to recognize the following officers with the Fleet Commendation ribbon for excellent performance during the Capture the Flag wargame: [18:11] Commander William Daren [18:11] Commander Savant [18:11] Major Thomas Wayne [18:11] 2Lt. Andrew Stylus [18:11] wow O_o thank you sir.... honestly, no more medals, i'm running out of places to put them! ^_^;; aheh heh heh... [18:11] Congratulations to these officers! In particular, nobody on that list got killed more than 5 times. ;) [18:12] LOL [18:12] cool [18:12] Now then, here's the briefing for tonight's sim. :) [18:12] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:12] 12Stardate 240111.26: "Trade Delegation" , Part 1, by Jester, with story assistance by Fraser. [18:12] 12SUMMARY: Ever wonder why they recalled Tom Cruise at the end of "Top Gun" even though he was thousands of miles away from the problem? Me too. [18:12] 12Since the Battle for Pitstop 3, Churchill Downs and Fisher's Landing have come under infrequent Pfhor terrorist attack. As the battle over Reorsa raged, several Pfhor troop ships attempted to land on the planet. Some were destroyed, but others managed to make safe landings and debark their troops onto the surface of Reorsa. These troops are now hidden on the planet. [18:12] 12There could be 1500 or more of these terrorist troops. Some are "Hunters" -- bipeds that look like wingless gargoyles wearing armor that includes a plasma weapon which these lifeforms use to wreak havoc on the area. Working with the Hunters are "Hounds" -- armored snake creatures that attack with whip-like tentacles that end in claws and can attack from underground. [18:12] 12As Coronado's crew is currently the primary "military" force on the planet, Coro's Marines have been training them in Marine tactics, weapons, and equipment so that they can train planetary militias that are forming. Colonel Ironside has been training Coro's command crew. Earlier this day, the command crew finished a 2.5 hour "game" of Capture the Flag... [18:12] ack [18:12] acknowledged [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] hai! [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:12] ack [18:13] ack [18:13] ack [18:13] Finally, a reminder: #uss-coronado-ooc is open. ;) [18:13] ack [18:13] *** Parts: ObsVertigo (Ask@8D7465B.39C049CC.36DF8733.2310808E.dsl.xmission.com) [18:13] Any questions before we start? [18:13] none here sir [18:13] yes, where do we start? O_o [18:14] As the sim begins, Colonel Ironside is finishing up his critique of the Capture the Flag wargame. His critique can be quickly summarized by reading the notes he put in the sim report for last week. ;) [18:14] ack [18:14] lovely -_- thank you sir [18:14] Colonel, if you have anything to add to that, feel free to make it among the first few lines tonight. ;) [18:14] ::raises hand:: [18:14] ::nods:: Will do, Captain. [18:15] Doctor Thompson? [18:15] So everybody is waiting for the Colonel's comments, at attn? [18:15] I assume that everyone is sitting in some communal area listing to the Colonel rant, yes. Are you at attention? Dunno, how formal are you about a debriefing, Colonel? [18:16] As long as they're quiet, and they're paying attention, I'm happy. [18:16] ;-) [18:16] Lovely. Any further questions? [18:16] Right. Let's sim! :) [18:16] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [18:17] ::shuts off the holoprojector, having finished his critique, and turns to the assembled crew:: Now then, one thing we did not implement in this exercise was incapacitation. [18:17] ::Ryosei sits kneeling on the ground close to the front... she was small enought ot have been lost in the back. She payed attention, looking entirely bland:: [18:17] ::leans back trying to make himself comfortable:: [18:17] Your suits will protect you fairly well up to a level five blast, and up to a level eight blast you'll still be alive after getting hit. [18:17] ::shifts her attention from the projector to the Colonel:: [18:17] ::raises hand:: [18:17] ::Savant sits in one of the seats off to the side, slouched really, a hand on one knee, attentive but quite realxed, apparently:: [18:18] ::hangs head ashamed:: [18:18] ::stops:: Doctor? [18:18] ::nods:: [18:18] I hope I don't have to find out but how many blasts can the suits withstand? [18:18] {{searches for Katherine}} [18:18] ::leans back in her chair, watching the Colonel:: [18:18] ::listens intently:: [18:18] ::sitting next to oswald leaning back, to rest:: [18:18] Unfortunately every battle has its casualties, Doctor. If you see a person get hit with a level eight blast, you had best reach them quickly. They'll likely die within minutes without the proper treatment. [18:19] ::lisiens to every word!:: [18:19] ::raises hand:: [18:19] ::Savant closed her eyes, not needing the video feed so much.... as if the eyes in her head were her only video feed, anyways:: [18:19] Aye, sir. [18:19] ::turns back to addressing the entire assembled crew, but stops:: Commander Tlaloco? [18:19] ::sits:: [18:19] sir, how familiar are we with the weaponry of the enemies? [18:19] as ground troops, I mean. [18:20] ::nods:: Good question. ::turns on the holoprojector again, this time queing up the Hunter:: [18:20] ::nods imperceptibly thinking back:: [18:20] ::she doesn't bother opening her eyes... it was a relatively simple matter to just load up an interface to the holoemitter's processor and get a direct feed anyways, not to mention that she understood that a lot more:: [18:20] From what we have discerned from their armour, the Hunters mount a heavy plasma cannon on the shoulders of their armour. This weapon poses not only a threat to infantry, but to armour and even Spectres as well. ::highlights the shoulder cannon:: [18:21] * L1WL_Serrold trudges up with his squad, their uniforms and bodies caked with mud grime. [18:21] ::enters the briefing area through one of the doors, walking quickly, Nikkos following:: Colonel, I'm sorry to interrupt... [18:21] *** Jade^Falcon is now known as L2WLStylus [18:21] ::Savant opens an eye and straightens, saying in crisp clean tones, just likea s if she were on the Bridge again:: Captain on deck! [18:21] ::highlights the forearm section of the Hunter's armour:: Also included in their exosuits are two rapid fire plasma rifles similar to our PPRs. As you can....::stops and turns to the Captain, then comes to attention and salutes:: Not at all, Captain. [18:21] ::walks beside the captain, keeping one step behind him as he begins to speak:: [18:21] ::glances over at the approaching Kor:: Lovely, more brass.. [18:21] ::Starts and looks over her shoulder at the Captain:: [18:22] ::stands to attn:: [18:22] ::nods:: I trust everyone remembers Dr. Nikkos. Listen up, people. The Hunters on the ground have started a general attack on several settlements around Churchill Downs. [18:22] ::aproaches the briefing area and slings his PPR over his shoulder:: [18:22] ::to himself::xolotl. We havent gotten that sensor grid up and running yet. [18:22] ::stands at attn:: [18:22] ::is like, with all the other killa Coro types, teehee:: [18:22] ::Savant purses her android lips and figures that she should have been paying more attention to the news threads:: [18:23] Because most of Coro's Battalion troops and all of MacArthur's are broken up across the area, training either Coronado crew or militia leaders, we need some time to reconstitute the Battalions. [18:23] ::wonders what kind of fool I am going to be this time:: [18:23] ::Ryosei grins a rather vicious grin and picks her helmet up, standing:: [18:23] ::walks over to Farley and stands at attn next to him:: [18:23] As a result, several emergency groups are being formed to go into the areas under attack and evaluate the situation and possibly launch counterattacks until the full Marine Battalions can be brought to bear. [18:23] ::to himself::weve just been enlisted. [18:23] ::reaches over and fiddles with the holoprojector quickly, tapping into the defense network and bringing a regional map up:: [18:23] ::grunts wanting to get moving:: [18:23] * L1WL_Serrold removes his helmet and steps into the briefing area, locking up at attention near the back. [18:24] This group is one of them. Lieutenant Prescot! [18:24] ::listens to the Captain's words, growing cold as the full implication of what he is saying hits her:: [18:24] ::stands up:: SIR! [18:24] ::Savant slings her helmet around and knocks it affably with a fist:: [18:24] {{Katherine- are you near?}} [18:24] ::notices Thompson:: [18:24] ::watches as the map appeaers, listing to the higher ups give the breifing:: [18:24] {{here}} [18:24] ::frowns slightly, not one for "grunt" warfare...:: [18:24] 1st and 3rd platoons from your Alfa company will be assisting us. That's 70 men. You are to deploy 2nd Platoon and the heavy weapons to support of the Denario settlement south of Fisher's Landing. [18:25] {{I hope you do not mind. I need you -your eyes.}} [18:25] ::frowns, as he coulden't dodge a phaser blast if his life were dependant on it, and now, as opposed to the capture the flag wargame, it IS dependant on it:: [18:25] Pick your senior Platoon leader to lead that force. You'll be coming with us. [18:25] Major Wayne! [18:25] {{thats all I'm gopod for I'm such a fgool}} [18:25] ::nods:: yes sir! [18:25] ::pulls a PADD out of the desk and tosses it across the room to Prescot:: [18:25] Yes Sir!!! ::moves near the CO:: [18:25] ::catches the PADD with one hand and immediatly dives into it:: [18:25] {{you mustnt think of yourself in that way, katherine}} [18:25] Instruct the T-Birds, T-Cats, and if you wish, the Raptors to support us. [18:26] {{foolishness is simply endemic to our species.}} [18:26] {{but i gave up...I walked out...how can i do this im a scientist I cant handle this}} [18:26] ::turns:: Colonel, I'd appreciate your assistance in leading this attack. [18:26] ::thinks-- At least I can shoot...:: [18:26] Aye, Sir. :;thinks:: Sir, will Prescott and Serrold be joining me? [18:26] ::Savant idly dumps the dummy magazine out of her rifle and shoves them into a pocket, barely watching the goings on, but aware of what was happening:: [18:26] {{grab an extra medikit. You will be needed.}} [18:26] ::turns to Wayne and nods:: Serrold and Stylus will, yes. Lieutenant Prescot has moved to the ground troops. [18:26] ::nods curtly and reaches over to don the bandolier of concussion rifle charges draped over the desk before slinging his PPR over his shoulder and grabbing the Concussion rifle itself:: [18:27] {{medical I can do..can they station me somewhere for that insteado of fighting?}} [18:27] ::groans at the thought of flying after a full week in the field:: [18:27] ::nods turning to check with Serrold & Stylus:: [18:27] {{you need to be in the heat of the battle, Katherine. I will be at your side.}} [18:27] ::notes the tactics to be employed and raises a brow:: [18:27] ::nods stiffly at Wayne:: [18:27] ::Savant spins her own personal sidearm, other than the rifle, about in her hand, looking it over. It was a simple enough pistol, shoved into a holdster at her hip:: [18:27] {{I cant keep up....}} [18:28] ::nods to Wayne in responce:: [18:28] {{You did excellently in the drills}} [18:28] ::glances over at Lieutenant Thompson while waiting for Ironside's response:: Lieutenant, this is Doctor Nikkos. You, with Nikkos' help, will be setting up our med-evac area. [18:28] {{the flag i stunk}} [18:28] ::moves forward and looks at Lora:: Captain ... the hospital is somewhat near the southern edge of town. Do you know if anyone is going to be patrolling nearby there? We currently have 600 patients, I don't think we can afford a direct attack right now. [18:28] {{just a game, my friend.}} [18:28] ::slams an anti-personnel charge into the concussion rifle's breech and locks it closed, nodding his readiness to the Captain:: [18:28] Yes, sir. ::nods to Kikkos:: [18:29] {{this is life or death and i fear its my death}} [18:29] ::Ryosei glances about at the others, flexing ehr fingers nervously.... she shoved her helmet onto her head, visor up. Always talking! Why couldn't they just get going?:: [18:29] ::nods at Nikkos, then turns to Ironside:: Colonel, looks like we have our first target. [18:29] {{I won`t let you die.}} [18:29] {{you cant preomise that and you know it}} [18:29] That being, Captain? [18:29] ::looks around the room:: This group will be assessing the situation in a settlement north of Churchill Downs called Everon. [18:29] Stylus, Serrold, get your squadrons ready. You will provide the initial air cover. I will use the Raptors to back you up. [18:29] ::Savant smiles plainly at Nikkos and nods in his direction, glad to see the amusing man again:: [18:29] ::raises hand:: [18:29] {{I can, Katherine.}} [18:30] Aye sir! [18:30] ::nods at Savant once and smiles back, waving one of his four hands:: [18:30] *** Parts: Avi (ru004kf@2142B218.2FD8F6A5.CC59707.36CD2766.da.uu.net) [18:30] ::looks at himself and the crew:: We're all suited up, but we'll need some weapons...firing real charges this time ::grins:: [18:30] ::salutes brusquely:: Aye, Major. [18:30] If we feel this group, plus our air support, plus Coronado's armor group, plus Prescot's two companies can launch a counterattack, we will do that. [18:30] ::nods and brings up his wrist control panel, tapping it quickly and downloading a terrain and navigational data set into his suit:: [18:30] ::wants to cry but tries to put on a brave front:: [18:30] pleasure to see you again, sir... i wish that the circumstances were better [18:30] Otherwise, our mission is to assess the situation, attempt to protect civilians and prevent civilian losses, and prevent the escape of the guerilla army there. [18:30] ::walks a step away from the groupu and catches 1st Platoon leader wandering by and informs him of the orders:: [18:30] ::thinks, hmmm...goin in the air. oh its on now:: [18:30] Captain, will we be on the front line with the troops or will it be more of a med-evac station? [18:31] ::starts for the rear exit of the briefing area, mud still dripping from his uniform:: [18:31] ::grabs a couple of medkits from a corner stack:: [18:31] sir-? Captain sir? [18:31] *** LCEN_Oswald is now known as obsSonya [18:31] ::quietly, to Savant:: Yes, well ... beggars can't be choosers. I'm glad to see you also survived the damage to the ship. [18:31] ::nods, already slipping the balistic helmet onto his head and locking the new 'lethal' rounds into his rifle and setting it to safe:: [18:31] ::wishes to be at a med evac station personally:: [18:31] ::begins to analyze the terrain data on Everon, starting to form an attack strategy based on his assumptions of Hunter locations:: [18:31] ::turns to Thompson:: I would expect you to run the med- evac situation, Lieutenant, with whatever help you may require. However, if you wish to be more directly involved... I suspect we could use you. [18:31] ::semi-follows Serrold out the breifing room, heading for the T-cat squadron:: [18:31] Commander Tlaloco? [18:31] If I may, perhaps I could be of some help on the front lines in the Medical situation. [18:31] Permission to join you, sir. [18:32] thank you for the concern ^_^ [18:32] ::rubs her hands together nervously, listening to the conversation.:: [18:32] 12=.\ction= A Marine Corporal begins handing out PADDs to all present. <> [18:32] ::nods in response a few question form the leaders and tells the man to bring up all of the other leaders of the Platoons to him:: [18:32] ::looks at his ragtag training squad:: Form up with your assigned platoons. Dismissed. [18:32] ::takes the PADD:: Thank you, corporal. [18:32] ::nods at Tlaloco:: Very well. Any other questions/ [18:32] Perhaps The Lieutenant Hammond here can stay back at the medivac to assist Dr. Nikkos. [18:32] ::takes the padd, studieing it:: [18:32] 12=Description= You can get an idea of the size of the settlement from this variation on the map: http://members.rogers.com/fdeziel/everon.gif [18:32] 12=Description= You can get an idea of the size of the settlement from this variation on the map: http://members.rogers.com/fdeziel/everonscale.gif [18:32] ::hits his comm badge:: +taps+ Wraith 1, Major Wayne for emergency transport. Red Alert - get me all the Wraith COs online. [18:32] ::taps over the PADD afew more times as he waits for his other leaders to get the msg:: [18:33] <> [18:33] ::takes the PADD, examining it:: [18:33] ::faces his squadron:: Ok people, time for some -real- combat. Suit up, we fly soon. [18:33] ::looks over the map:: [18:33] ::nods at Thompson:: Talk to the doctor. Doctor Thompson, pull whomever you need. [18:33] ::applies the battle armor and his helmet:: [18:33] Let's move it, everyone. [18:33] ::shimmers away:: [18:34] ::spots 3rd platoon leader and pulls him aside... giving orders and showing his PADD to him:: [18:34] +taps+ Serrold to Thunderbirds. Be ready to fly in 20 minutes. I'll be there in 15 with the briefing materials. [18:34] *** MJSL_Wayne is now known as [MJSL_Wayne] [18:34] ::Savant leaves her helmet sitting on the seat where she left it, apparently thinking that she didn't need it.:: [18:34] ::moves, following the Captain:: [18:34] ::follows Ironside:: I'll need a set of gear, if you have it, Colonel. [18:34] *** Quits: obsSonya (Ping timeout ) [18:34] ::slips the PADD into one of the many utility pockets on the uniform and grabs her rifle, moving with the group:: [18:34] Lieutenant Hammond and Kikkos, can you guys run the med evac. I can be at the front and coordinate triage. [18:34] ::heads off in the direction:: No more time for games! [18:34] ::Savant follows along in step, looking entirely bored:: [18:34] ::Ryosei grumbles to herself and begins to trod off along with the others:: [18:34] ::nods again, standing, activating the elctronics in the helmet and running a diagnostic:: [18:34] ::nods and snaps his fingers at a marine standing outside the armoury next door to the briefing room, quickly indicating the Captain:: [18:34] ::throws a medkit over his shoulder:: [18:34] <[MJSL_Wayne]> WR-1> ::remats on Wraith 1 and hurries to the bridge:: [18:35] ::trots off for the barracks:: [18:35] I also recommend we break the command staff into fire teams. No offense, but they need some work covering and supporting each other. ::grins over at Ironside:: [18:35] ::grins slightly grimly:: Agreed. [18:35] ::gives Thompson a look:: It's Nikkos, Lieutenant. It's not that hard a name to learn. [18:35] ::suits up:: [18:35] *** [MJSL_Wayne] is now known as [MJSL_Wayne-W1] [18:35] ::looks at nikkos for his word:: [18:35] ::feels a bit stupid with himself:: My apologies. [18:35] ::heads off behind the others after finishing the quick diagnostic:: [18:35] ::looks back at tlaloco for his decision as well:: [18:36] ::motions for his squadron to pay attention as he speaks:: Ok people...we've got air cover this time. just remember not to take out any of our guys ::frowns at them:: [18:36] ::finally spots the 2nd platoon leader and heavy leader and draws them aside to get there attn and to inform them of what to do:: [18:36] B> ::enters his barracks and heads for the nearest sonic shower:: [18:36] ::Savant steps into the armoury and collects her ammunition, and some for her pistol while she was there:: [18:36] Lieutenant Hammond, do you feel up to the task? [18:36] Doctor Nikkos, I think that Lt. Hammond could readily assist you at the Medievac [18:36] ::looks back at the group as they begin to file out:: Three fire teams. Prescott will take Daren, Wilk, and Drexler. You, Marcy, and Farley will form the other team. I'll take Ma`Aru, Ryosei, and Savant. [18:36] ::to Thompson:: And permit me for saying so, Lieutenant, but has the captain authorized you going along with him? [18:36] I'm fine with it either way, sir, having had medical training at the academy [18:36] ::hands the new suit of armour delivered by the marine to the Captain:: That is, if you don't mind. [18:36] *** Joins: obsSonya (~jirc@39C049CC.1C6AD229.2B32EE69.20DB5883.itlabs.umn.edu) 12Computer recognizes obsSonya. Authorization codes enabled. [18:36] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v obsSonya [18:36] He has. [18:37] ::hears his name and armor and nods at the col:: [18:37] ::to Tlaloco:: I'm sure a great many people will be of use, Mr. Tlaloco. [18:37] <[MJSL_Wayne-W1]> ::nods to the bridge crew:: Pass the word. Action station, we will be providing ground support. T-Cats and T-Birds will be leading the assault. We will provide backup. Pass the word around. [18:37] ::Salutes in a crisp salute:: aye sir. [18:37] ::nods:: Should be fine, except I seem to have drawn the smallest team. ::winks:: [18:37] I've recently come to learn that even people with no medical training can be useful. [18:37] Mr. Marcy, Mr. Farley, to me! [18:37] ::breaks from her current train of though upon hearing her name, manages to catch that she was in Ironsides group before losing herself again:: [18:37] {{can you hear me, Dr. Nikkos?}} [18:37] ::looks at Hammond:: Someone with medical training will be even more helpful. [18:37] {{Will you be all right without my eyes}} [18:37] B> ::allows the sonic waves to wash over him and to knock as much of the dirt and grime from his body as possible:: [18:37] +TAPS+ Thompson to the Captain, what team should I join? [18:37] ::blinks, unused to empathic conversation from humans:: {{ Yes ... is something wrong? }} [18:37] ::nods in agreement with the Colonel:: Which parts of the town should the teams be deploying to? [18:37] ::finishes up final prep:: [18:37] {{I have other senses, my dear. I told you I would keep you alive.}} [18:37] ::Continues speaking:: This is not quantum physics here...so lets do the job and have a nice doing it, aight? We fly in 15, so get ready. ::heads off to grab his own gear:: [18:37] Yes, sir! ::runs up to Lora Kor:: [18:37] It's been a while, but I am sure you can tell me what I need [18:37] ::nods a the heavy weapons ldr and the 2nd platoon ldr and they take off:: [18:38] ::Grunts and nods at Ma'Aru and Savant:: [18:38] ::taps into the comm network:: +com+ Gregg, I need two skimmers. Parade grounds. 5 minutes ago. Ironside out. [18:38] ::smiles wishing he could see:: [18:38] ::moves over to the Captain:: Yes, sir [18:38] Well, I will need a nurse if I have to perform emergency surgery. [18:38] {{please be gentle with our lieutenant. }} [18:38] <[MJSL_Wayne-W1]> ::listens to the reports:: +com+ Major Wayne to Lts Stylus and Serrold, report your status. [18:38] ::to Daren:: We'll have to assess the situation once we arrive, Commander. Right now, however, I'm inclined to approach from the south. [18:38] +taps+ Doctor Thompson, given the situation, I believe that you'll be running your own team: yourself, Nikkos, and Tlaloco. Lieutenants Marcy, Farley, and myself will cover you en route to the hospital. [18:38] {{may the gods bring you back to me we have much to talk about..considering}} [18:38] B> ::leaves the shower and finds his cleanest flight suit, slipping into it in a hurry:: [18:38] and Lieutenant Hammond, correct sir? [18:39] ::smiles and projects his humor:: {{ I shall endeavour to make her first day of combat medic duty as painless as possible, sir. }} [18:39] ::Savant keeps her mouth shut, though she nods in agreement with the Colonel:: [18:39] ::turns and sees Thompson behind him, then nods:: And Lieutenant Hammond, yes. [18:39] +taps+ Stylus here sir, we'll be ready in 5. [18:39] {{If that is their will. I would like very much to make you dinner.}} [18:39] ::nods:: These things could 'pop' up from anywhere...we'll have to watch out for each other... [18:39] Mr. Farley, draw a couple of portable shield generators from Lieutenat Prescott's stores. [18:39] {{Thank you doctor}} [18:39] We'll set them up around the hospital once we've reached it. [18:39] {{If its anything like janeway told me of budapest, you're on!}} [18:39] You are aware of my ... condition, Dr. Nikkos? [18:39] Yes, sir ::goes over and gets the generators:: [18:39] <> [18:40] ::loosk at Tlaloco:: Well ... empirical data would seem to suggest you are blind. [18:40] ::walks over to Daren:: it will be nice to not have to try and shoot you now sir... ::grins:: [18:40] ::aloud, across the parade grounds:: Make sure you have all your equipment before we depart! [18:40] ::returns to the Captains area:: I have the generators sir. [18:40] <<10 seconds>> [18:40] ::follows nikkos like a lost puppy:: [18:40] * L1WL_Serrold approaches the Spectre maintenance area and nods to the rest of his fighter wing. [18:40] *** obsSonya is now known as LCEN_Oswald [18:40] ::nods at Farley:: That's your job, Lieutenant. Marcy and I will cover you and the others going in. [18:40] ::approaches Hammond and Nikkos:: Okay, it seems that TIaloco and myself will be at the front lines and you two will back us up. Ready? [18:40] <> [18:40] ::snaps his finger at Savant:: That means your helmet, Commander. [18:40] <[MJSL_Wayne-W1]> +com+ Good work. Wraiths are a minute behind you. ::listens to various reports:: [18:40] ::hands a medkit to Hammond and smiles:: [18:41] 12=.\ction= I hate time jumps, but in this case, I have no choice... ;) 20 minutes later, Coro's command crew along with Prescot's two platoons have boarded Coro's "Buffalo" heavy transport -- sort of a heavy-duty Skimmer -- en route for Everon. The fighters and Wraiths provide air cover as the Buffalo moves. [18:41] Yes, sir [18:41] ::shakes Prescott's hand:: I enjoyed our hunts Lieutenant, lets get Wilk and Drexler together. [18:41] ::glances between the officers and sighs::(vq))Ready [18:41] ::Her responce is rather light hearted, if still quite in line with how one should talk to a superior officer:: I've found that the helmet is a little bit of a detriment, Sir. Kinetic feedback is starting to be quite taxing on my processor [18:41] ::gives Thompson a look:: Lieutenant, I can understand you wanting to be involved in the battle, but perhaps by working together we can best accomplish our task of healing the injured. [18:41] So, doctor, handling a medikit and a blaster. [18:41] ::has braced himself against the ceiling of the heavy transport at the front, watching the terrain pass beneath while studying the map on his visor:: [18:41] *** Joins: Trooman (ba@2803EF39.3FD056B1.3EB8F587.2E099BF0X) [18:41] ::has on his heavy rifle, sword at his side, a TON of extra clips, and quite afew evil looking nades:: [18:42] ::and of course armor:: [18:42] <[MJSL_Wayne-W1]> ::watches as the wraiths move in formation about 60 seconds behind the fighters:: +com+ Major Wayne to Col Ironside [18:42] ::SAvant has apparently convinced the Colonel that it was better off she didn't have the helmet after all, though he wasn't so happy with it.:: [18:42] +com+ Ironside, go. [18:42] ::holds tightly to two medkits:: [18:42] *** L1WL_Serrold is now known as |L1WL_Serrold|TF47-1 [18:42] On a starship I would agree with you. But some of the weapon injuries require immediate treatment for stabilization. [18:42] ::finishes pulling on his gear:: Colonel, my team and Lieutenant Thompson's will require cover getting to the hospital. [18:42] ::Ryosei peers at the exterior camera view, clenching her hands:: [18:42] ::tries to stay close to nikkos:: [18:42] ::looking around the transport, feeling for his helmet finding it lieing by his foot:: [18:42] <|L1WL_Serrold|TF47-1> ::brings his fighter in low over the target patrol area:: [18:42] ::grips the support bar overhead, her gear quite bulky and weighing her down:: How in the world am I going to move in all this... [18:42] Once we're there, I think it would make a fine staging area for sweeping the southern areas of the settlement. [18:42] ::grabs it and slips it on, activating it once again:: [18:43] ::frowns:: Then what we need is a way to transport people off the battlefield as quickly as possible, in case there are too many for you to treat. [18:43] I want you to know that although I may rank you, I defer to your medical expertise. [18:43] ::nods:: I agree, Captain. [18:43] I will take my medical orders from you, doctor. [18:43] ::looks at Hammond:: Lieutenant, I expect your science knowledge may come in useful in that regard. [18:43] Agreed. I'll talk to the powers that be about ambulance service. [18:43] ::double checks everything:: [18:43] ::nods, pulls his rifle, and checks over it quickly:: [18:43] <[MJSL_Wayne-W1]> +com+ All fighters are heading in. Wraiths are 60 seconds behind. Wraith 3 is experiencing mechanical difficulties but is still with us. [18:43] I'm hoping so. [18:43] ::turns to Farley:: Looks like we're together again, eh? ::smile:: [18:44] ::Savant sits back, quite relaxed, letting the rifle stay in her lap for now. No need to check it over, she could do so without looking anways:: [18:44] Medical and science arent much different [18:44]