[18:02] LCARS, when is the sim? [18:02] CRXO_Daren, the Coronado sim takes place on Monday at 6:00 PM Pacific time. [18:02] Our next scheduled sim is Mar 18 2002. [18:02] On my watch, that is 6 day(s), 23 hour(s), and 57 minute(s) from now. See you then! [18:03] woo, my arch nemesis! [18:03] ::grins:: [18:03] oh well how about now? :) [18:03] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRXO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:03] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Two-time winner of UCIP's Bergen Award for excellence in simming!' [18:03] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:03] ack [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::Attn:: [18:03] ::Attn:: [18:03] :attn:: [18:03] * L1WL_Serrold pops sharply to attention. [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::Attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:04] Evening everyone. :) Before we begin tonight, I have a couple of housekeeping duties that I wasn't able to take care of last week. [18:04] Commander William Daren, front and center! [18:04] ::perks and steps forward:: Sir? [18:05] Commander, somehow, we managed to let your the two year anniversary of your joining the Coronado sim go unmarked. [18:05] Careless of me. ;) [18:05] Time flies, Sir :) [18:05] * Savant makes sure to put that in the calendar for next year [18:05] two years. My my. [18:06] <> ;) [18:06] <> [18:06] <> [18:06] Indeed. You are swiftly approaching your 100th sim with us, and between those two landmarks, it seemed quite fitting to recognize you as Coronado's fifth officer recognized with the Starfleet Service Medal with Silver Cluster. [18:06] Congratulations, Commander! [18:06] ::claps:: [18:06] congratulations ^_^ [18:06] ::claps:: [18:06] ::much applause:: [18:06] ::thunderous clap:: [18:06] ::applauds:: [18:06] ::applauds:: [18:06] ::applauds or at least tries to with his multiple limbs:: [18:06] ::nods and accepts looking around:: Thank you Sir, and everyone.... [18:06] ::claps:: [18:07] ::applauds:: [18:07] Thank you, Commander Daren, and keep up the outstanding work. :) [18:07] On a very similar note, Lt. Commander Farley, step forward! [18:08] ::steps forward:: [18:08] Commander, today is a similar milestone for you. You joined the Coronado sim 18 months ago this week. As a result, you have now qualified for your Starfleet Service Medal with Bronze Cluster. [18:08] Hold the applause for a moment, though, please. [18:09] <> [18:09] Because I believe our Subfleet representative also has something to say on this matter. [18:09] ::steps back:: Kahlia? [18:09] ((you should give her a voice ^_^)) [18:09] *** FCCO_LoraKor sets mode: +v Kahlia [18:10] ::nods:: thank you Capt... Although this is an IC award, it's a bit awkward for me to be there, however.. [18:11] I have heard excellent reports about your service, and in recognition of your long service as Assistant Engineer.. I have the pleasure of presenting you with the Bronze Service Medal.. [18:11] ::takes the medal:: Thank you, sir [18:11] Congratulations, Commander. ::applauds:: [18:11] ::applauds:: Well done, Commander! [18:11] Normally this is presented to someone who has been a department head for 12 months or more.. but you have outdone yourself::smiles::Congratulations Commander [18:11] ::applauds:: Congratulations, Jack! [18:12] congradulations!! ::applauds:: [18:12] very well done Sir ^_^ Congratulations [18:12] ::claps:: [18:12] ::takes off his foot and stomps it on the deck:: [18:12] ::applauds again:: [18:12] ::claps:: [18:12] Thank you again. [18:12] *** ObsPete (pm208@1A8C5C1C.BF6674E.11813A15.1872B73.sprint.ca) has left #uss-coronado [18:12] *** Alados (blazer1000@189EFABC.BA95AF8.164642AE.CC59707.cpe.charter- ne.com) Quit (Ping timeout) [18:13] ::steps back:: The floor is yours Capt.. [18:13] ::smiles:: Thank you, and thank you for your assistance. <> [18:13] With that done, briefing time. :) [18:13] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:13] Stardate 240203.11: "On This Rock", Part 1, by Jester. [18:13] ::steps back:: [18:13] SUMMARY: Siege warfare. [18:13] It has been a fairly quiet couple of weeks for U.S.S. Coronado, the rest of the Starfleet Task Group 5.4, and the allies. Pfhor attacks, which had flared up around the time of the ambush in the I032 system, have again slackened off to mere nuisance raids in and around protected systems, but the minefields in the primary systems prevent major assaults. [18:13] Final repairs have been completed to U.S.S. Gryphon, and the ship is again nearly ready for launch from Mobile Repair Facility Onyx in Reor orbit. This was completed just in time, because in addition to the Reorsan starship Destiny recently launched up to Onyx, the first of the Defiant II spaceframes is nearly complete at the Fisher's Landing VAB. [18:13] Due to the destruction of two Camelynian capital ships in the Battle for I032, Crown Prince Gaveston-Tudor is currently looking at methods for redeploying his current ships and repairing the damage inflicted to the carrier Lan DuLac and his other heavy warships. All in all, these weeks have been quiet time... a quick breather to rebuild and reorganize. [18:13] Briefing complete. [18:13] * L1WL_Serrold acknowledges with a crisp salute. [18:13] ack [18:13] ack\ [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:14] acknowledged ^_^ [18:14] ack [18:14] ack [18:15] As a reminder for those not already there: #uss- coronado-ooc ;) [18:15] Any questions before we begin? [18:15] Right. Let's sim! :) [18:15] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [18:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] *** Alados (blazer1000@189EFABC.BA95AF8.164642AE.CC59707.cpe.charter- ne.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:15] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Alados [18:16] ::stands in the newly completed chapel, wearing a feather cloak and a loincloth:: [18:16] SB>::goes his separate way from Dole, heading for the turbolift:: [18:16] chapel> And so we dedicate this temple- [18:16] E>::sits in her office reading reports:: [18:16] CIC> ::stands firm next to a young Ensign and monitoring the whereabouts of current members of TG5.4:: [18:16] ::Savant floats in the back quarter of the command centre, watching the activities of the bridge with some amount of interest. She appeared to much enjoy the fact that she was no longer shackled to the android which she depended on for so long:: [18:16] ::stands on the bridge looking over a couple of PADDS:: [18:16] MB> ::nods as a random GSgt brings him a PADD displaying the companies readiness: [18:16] chapel> On this auspicious day [18:16] SB> ::emerges from the TL and almost runs into Ironside:: Colonel! [18:16] =.\ction= Coronado remains in orbit of Reor, some of the crew completing leave, the rest relaxing and enjoying a bit of off time. The TG5.4 ships have been rotating in and out of Reorsa to provide defense for this system. This just happens to be Coro's turn. [18:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:17] E> ::enters main engineering and goes to the office:: Hello maam. [18:17] chapel> and we dedicate it to Tetztatlipoca [18:17] ::Yellow. This is how Drexler's aura could be best described if anyone aboard Coronado could see his the way he sees everyone else's. He couldn't find solace in anyone on board, but Savant, but that was because she was artificial. He continually forced himself into his shell, which had grown thick in the last few weeks. [18:17] Sb> ::comes to a stop as Serrold exits the turbolift, saluting as casually as he can:: Lieutenant. [18:17] E>::smiles at Farley:: Good morning [18:17] chapel> The posessions of those of us who have fallen in battle decorate its walls. [18:18] ::sits, facing out towards the rest of the bridge and work intentlly on a PADD:: [18:18] ::She folded her hands behind her back and observed, as people watching was often one of her more favoured activities:: [18:18] SB> ::nods:: How was your trip, sir? [18:18] E> How is everything been maam? [18:18] M> Ummm, Ensign Brayburn, right? [18:19] Kel> ::flies Kelaka in from MRF Onyx:: [18:19] SB> ::thinks for a moment:: Busy. ::moves to enter the turbolift:: I take it things remained relatively under control here under Major Gregg's watch? [18:19] Endr_Brayburn> M> Aye. What is it sir? [18:19] Kel> +com+ Coronado, Kelaka... on approach and requesting docking clearance. [18:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] ah, sweet idleness. I pray the Captain does not detest. ::She muttered lightly, or appeared to in any case:: [18:19] E>rather nice lately... everything is fixed for once... just general maintance to do really... [18:19] MB> ::looks over a few things on the list... and preparing orders to increase readiness in the "heavies" squad:: [18:19] ::continues to read from his PADD:: Greetings Commander Savant. [18:20] SB> ::follows Ironside into the TL, his purpose temporarily forgotten:: More or less, sir. [18:20] M> You cared for a patient, one first lieutenant Prescott. However, when you repaired the superficial lacerations you either forgot or did a poor job repairing the nerve tissue. Mr. Prescott returned and I had to reopen the arm to fix the neurological damage. [18:20] CIC> ::watches the display as it shows Reor, Coro, Onyx, Destiny, and the surrounding area as ships enter and leave the system routinely:: Ensign, let's increase scanner resolution a bit [18:20] E> ::smiles a little:: That's great to hear for a change! [18:20] ::stands awkwardly at the helm station, legs stradling the chair that was designed for legs other than his, hunched over the console and reading everything he can:: [18:20] ::Savant tilted her head to the current operations officer as she replied to Thoughts, her voice mellow and relaxed:: Greetings to you, as well, Sir [18:21] +com+ welcome home again, Captain. You have the clearance of which you desire [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] SB> ::looks at Serrold as he returns with him into the turbolift, despite the man obviously was on his way out of the turbolift, then looks over at the door:: Yacht docking hatch, please. [18:21] chapel> I have the pips of Jarod Bentall to add to this wall. ::pins it next to a Bajoran earring:: [18:21] Endr_Brayburn> M> Yes, sir. It showed no indications of nerve damage. I thought it was a simple injury. I just treated it. It didn't seem like it needed to be scanned. [18:21] ::continues reading and glances at Alados:: I spoke with the Captain about these chairs but I think he forgot to approve my request to get them removed. [18:21] Kel> ::grins to himself:: +com+ Kelaka acknowledges. On final. [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] ::nods to an Ensign as the readings become routine:: Keep up the good work... [18:21] *** Lt-^KorrdX^ (DocLove@D0A9903.20DB5883.D0A9903.28A85A1B.64.snet.net) has joined #uss-coronado [18:21] chapel> let us celebrate the eternal accomplishments of life, rather than to mourn our losses. [18:21] ::returns to the bridge and see's Savant:: [18:21] ::She tidied the clearance protocols with the local aerospace authority, and replied to the Captain again:: +com+ I hope that your trip was met with some success [18:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] ::Sieven entered the bridge, looking unusually calm and introspective, passing Savant with a nod:: Greetings, Savant. [18:22] chapel>:: feels suddenly distracted, fingers his knife:: [18:22] ::without even looking up or moving so much as to acknowledge he heard Thoughts, he replies in his own unique way:: {{It is of no consequence. A minor inconvenience that I am more than content to endure. Your efforts are appreciated, however.}} [18:22] MB> ::heads out and goes to the nearest TL:: CIC [18:22] TL> ::stares at the floor in silence for a few moments:: [18:22] and hello to you, Sir ^_^ [18:22] M> Problem is, you have to scan everything, or atleast perform a neurovasculinity test. I don't want this complaint to resurface. Since the repercussions were not permanent, I won't go any farther than this, other than that you must be thorough, as a doctor. [18:22] E> ::sits down in the chair across from the desk:: So what do we have in plan for today maam? [18:22] TL>::feels the turbolift slowly get back up to speed, once again having to readjust quickly the artificial gravity of a starship versus Reor's planetary gravity:: [18:22] ::nods:: Good to see you back Savant, the ship has missed you...I can feel it. [18:22] chapel>::presses a panel on the replicator, and a replicated human stumbles to the block- not very lifelike:: [18:22] Ah, Mr Thoughts, Sir, i will endeavour to remind him of the request ^_^ [18:23] Kel> ::retracts the nacelles and swings up and underneath Coro's saucer, deftly matching speeds:: +com+ Reasonably so, yes. Please inform Colonel Ironside for me that he needs to give up the Sweet Sixteens from planet escort duty. Gryphon has requested her birds return to the carrier. [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] M> Endr_Bradyburn> Yes, sir. ::leaves Sickbay:: [18:23] E>::tosses Farley a report padd:: reading about the ship, you can join me =) [18:23] ::leans back in her chair as she flips the display of her PADD between various reports and a...personal project she has been working on recently:: [18:23] M> ::enters the corridor on deck 6 and turns to a turbolift:: [18:23] ::stops reading for a second to put his full attention on Alados:: While it was partially for your benefit it was more for mine. I can't even sit in these seats so it just gets in my way. [18:23] Kel> ::docks Kelaka to the mounting points under the saucer:: [18:23] =.\ction= Kelaka reconnects to his docking latches on Coro's lower saucer. [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] TL> ::doors shut and it takes off for the CIC:: [18:23] ::She smiled widely at Daren:: You flatter me, Sir ^_^ It relieves me to be home, i assure you. [18:23] TL> Permission to speak freely, sir. [18:24] chapel> ::lifts the blade and slices into the chest- as he pulls the beating heart from the chest, a the chest cavity bursts into flames:: [18:24] Kel> +com+ Coronado, Kelaka. Hard dock, shutting down. ::kills power to the engines and activates the dome retraction:: [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] ::paces to another side of the HoloTank and smiles at Savant:: [18:24] chapel> what-? [18:24] E> ::catches the PADD with one hand:: Yes, nothing like some "light" reading! [18:24] TL> ::looks over at Serrold for a moment, then back at the door:: Granted. [18:24] TL> Deck 9. Main Bridge [18:24] Kel> ::shuts down power to the remainder of the gig and taps the hatch open:: [18:24] chapel> ::drops his knife, and the obsidian blade shatters:: [18:25] ::She continued, talking to no one in particular:: Ah, and such a happy atmosphere resides on board our ship today. The Pfhor had best not show themselves, or be defeated through sheer force of will. [18:25] Colonel, we've got to take the fight these bastards. We can't keep running like this. We keep falling back, and they keep kicking our asses. How much longer is this going to last? [18:25] chapel> computer, stop this fire. [18:25] TL> Uh, sir. [18:25] ::looks to tactical as the officer acknowledges Kelaka's docking:: Reseal the Captain's Yacht Bay... [18:25] =.\ction= A pair of Camelynian destroyers drop out of warp and begin the long fall into Reorsa orbit. [18:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] TL> ::disembarks from the TL onto the main bridge:: [18:25] TL> ::arches an eyebrow:: Lieutenant? We haven't run anywhere. In fact, we haven't anywhere to run. [18:25] chapel>:: oxygen is sucked from a containment field. [18:25] ::remains motionless, featureless glowing yellow eyes pouring over the data spilling across the console without so much as an indication that they see at all:: {{Of course. Nevertheless, your efforts are still appreciated.}} [18:26] Kel> ::climbs out of the gig and heads for the turbolift, smiling at the docking tech as he walks by:: [18:26] TL> In our last major engagement, we lured the Pfhor into a trap, and quite succinctly, taught them a lesson. [18:26] E> so what did you do in your freetime this past two months? [18:26] ::paces to the rear of the bridge, his hands clasp firmly behind his back:: [18:26] A pair of Camelyn destroyers incumbent, sirs, vector 217 by 15 by 101. [18:26] chapel> ::runs to consult his calendar:: [18:26] TL> ::looks back at the door again:: And given what we know about the Hegemony, I do not think that at this point, it would not be wise to mount an assault on such a foe. [18:26] ::enters the bridge, noticing Daren and Savant:: [18:26] I must say, Guard-duty is a welcomed retreat from the surprises of a few weeks ago thats for certain.... [18:26] ::goes back to reading from his PADD's mulling that over:: [18:27] 10> ::decides against the turbolift and instead takes the ladderway up one deck:: [18:27] ::nods to the Doctor:: Greetins Doctor, anything special bring you to the bridge? [18:27] E> ::thinks for a second:: Well Thompson, Marcy, & I played out a WWII sim on the holodeck. That was very fun and interesting. [18:27] ::notes the arrival of the doctor:: Greetings Doctor. [18:27] indeed Sir. It troubles me, somewhat. These times of easy peace do not pass so long without reason. [18:27] E>::nods and sets down the report she has just finished and picks up the last one:: [18:27] ::looks over at the screen seeing the destroyers come in... then turning back to see the Marine Ops position looking over some of the information on the readies of his platoon and how fast they can deploy if needed:: [18:28] chapel>"This is the day of Tezcatlipoca, The Smoking Mirror. God of the Nocturnal sky, God of Eternal Memory, God of Time and Lord of the North. [18:28] TL> They haven't exactly released their hold on their claimed territories. Hell, what kind of war are we fighting, anyway, Colonel? Why are we fighting? [18:28] Well, no sir. It's just a bit too peaceful in Sickbay. [18:28] ::exits the ladderway near the CIC and crosses into the Bridge:: [18:28] ::makes a number of changes to a file she has been working on and then runs the computer through an AI routine she had written nearly 10 years before, comparing the output against what she had intended:: [18:28] E> What have you been up to maam? [18:28] ::Savant lights back down onto the ground, nearly reaquainting the hologram with gravity:: [18:28] ::takes his seat at tactical and glances over things:: [18:28] Captain on the Bridge! [18:28] E>::skims that report quickly:: I do believe that's it... ::sets down the padd:: [18:28] E> nothing much report reading mainly [18:28] ::steps up to Thoughts at his station:: Lieutenant, currently we're responsible for safe-guarding Reor and this area of space, that means I'd like you to perfom routine scans on all vessels entering the system....known and unknown. Can you handle that? ::grins:: [18:28] ::stands at attention:: [18:28] ::finishes reading the PADDs and places them on his console:: Greetings Captain. [18:29] ::smiles at Savant:: Good to see you too, Commander. ::nods at Ma'Aru on the way by:: We still on for a rematch this evening, Lieutenant? [18:29] ::she smiled widely at the Captain as he entered, a good humoured grin:: [18:29] ::snaps top attn:: [18:29] TL> ::exits the turbolift as it comes to a stop, but holds the door as he turns around and looks at Serrold:: Our freedom, Lieutenant. The Pfhor, whatever they are, are nothing more than simple slavers. And I for one, do not plan to see Reor pulled into bondage. [18:29] a delight to see you, dear Captain, as always. [18:29] chapel> Thank you all for coming. I need to ask you to leave now. Something's - well, I can't explain it. It's as if the wind is changing. [18:29] E> ::looks alittle amazed:: You didn't get out of work and do something fun? [18:30] TL> ::stares at Ironside before breaking into a slight grin:: Good to know you're the one leading us, sir, and not me. [18:30] ::reports to Captain Kor:: Welcome back sir, things on Onyx satisfactory? [18:30] ::taps a few more changes into her PADD before looking up:: Absoutly, Captain, I am interested in seeing how these new variations on the game's rules play out... [18:30] TL> Me? I'd be looking for a way to get us home. [18:30] TL> ::smiles ever so softly:: You'll get there eventually, Lieutenant. We may not be able to hold out indefinitely against the Pfhor, but here, in this small portion of this galaxy, we can use what time we have left and our defensive stronghold to survive with our freedom, until they decide it's time to truly come after us. And when that happens, we need to be ready for it.. [18:30] ::nods at Thoughts, then looks over his shoulder at Ma'Aru:: Excellent, I look forward to it. ::heads for Daren, nodding:: Quite so. I have the Bridge, Exec. Rising Star is relieving us here. Our turn on the patrol circle. [18:31] E>::smiles:: I did and I didn't... I certainly didn't pass up any opportunities for fun... but for the most part I still spent part of my day working... [18:31] Will you be so good as to get us on route along the south patrol route? Z'Hora to start, I think. [18:31] Chapel>::as Tlaloco walks toward the sonic shower, shards of onyx cut his healing foot, and deposit themselves like tiny black razors:: [18:31] TL> ::leans a little closer in:: And I don't plan to be ready for it by preparing to run. [18:31] ::noting the Captain's arrival, turns from his review of Federation history and culture and looks to Lora Kor, rising to his full height:: {{You are welcomed back, Captain." [18:31] ::Savant crossed her arms and leane back agianst a wall, looking eminently relaxed, and turned her head to Drexler:: And yourself, subtle Sieven? What quandries vex you today? [18:31] TL> ::nods:: Permission to have full flight combat status restored, sir? [18:31] ::overhears the captain:: Ready for departure here, captain. I've transmitted the logs and a report of our stay to the Camelynians, as routine, sir. [18:31] ::goes back to looking at his readout on the Company... making a few taps here and there telling what squad that are slacking of to get in gear:: [18:32] ::nods:: I'll begin immedaitly Sir. ::looks to Alados:: Care you take the helm once again, Mr. Alados? [18:32] TL> ::a slightly demonic grin:: I plan to be ready to do just the opposite. ::straightens and turns to leave, then continues without turning around to answer Serrold's question:: I told you what was necessary for that, Lieutenant. It's up to you and the doctor. [18:32] Captain have you given any thought to my request of having the seats at Engineering and Helm changed so that they can be removed for non-humanoids? [18:32] ::nods at Daren:: Very well. ::turns his attention to Alados and chuckles:: Remind me to speak to Commander Tlaloco about a proper chair for you, Mr. Alados. [18:32] TL> ::nods silently and lets the doors slide shut:: [18:33] ::nods to the Captain:: {{It would be appreciated, Captain.}} ::angles his head slightly, eyes locking imperceptibly on Daren:: {{Of course, Commander.}} [18:33] E> Maam you are always welcome to join me in anything I'm doing. [18:33] ::nods:: Routine vexes me, Savant, but routine is a blessing as well, at this point. [18:33] ::looks over his shoulder, from Alados to Thoughts and back:: On second thought... Lieutenant Thoughts, I'm sure Commander Tlaloco would be interested in any designs that you'd care to come up with. ::smiles somewhat lopsidedly:: [18:33] 10>::makes his way to Kelaka's docking port, but finding Kelaka already docked and secured, changes course for the CIC/Bridge Complex:: [18:33] ::spies Thompson out of the corner of his eye and looks over at him and nods:: hey doc.. [18:33] Aye Captain. And thank you. [18:33] ::turns to Prescott:: Yes, Lieutenant? [18:33] Plot a course for Z'hora Mr. Alados. [18:33] sonic shower>::steps out:: Thanks for doing my back, Lt. You know how hard it is to reach. [18:33] E>::smiles:: thank you Farley.. I actually don't care much for warefare, though... [18:33] ::taps at his chair:: +allcall+ All decks, prepare for departure. [18:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:33] ::spots Alados and blinks, obviously not recognizing him, but shrugs and glances at Savant:: And you? [18:34] ::She smiled at his choice of words:: Indeed, after so long in such horror, routine is a welcome change; and perhaps not so routine in that regard? [18:34] sonic shower> By the way, Anya, this little interlude is strictly off the record. [18:34] E> I know maam, but that's not all I do. ::smiles a little:: [18:34] E> I did spend a lot of time practicing on the holodeck... I think I'm back into shape again finally...::smiles:: [18:34] =.\ction= Over the speakers on all decks, the ship's bell rings. "Attention, all hands. Coronado... departing," a voice says. [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] TL> ::stares blankly ahead and then shakes himself out of his reflection:: CIC. [18:34] 9> ::climbs up the ladder onto the bridge and steps out onto the deck:: [18:35] ::standing between the Command station and the helm:: We're ready to engage slipstream on your command, Sir.... [18:35] E> What were you practicing on the holodeck? [18:35] ::grins at Drexler as he drops into his chair:: [18:35] ::glances over a graph of the results of another 100 sets of results from the AI routine, making minor changes to a configuration file at the same time:: [18:35] *>::slips into his uniform, and heads for the bridge:: [18:35] ::sees the Col come up the bridge and goes to attn:: col sir [18:35] Engage. [18:35] ::resumes his original position, legs straddling the awkward chair; clears the history and culture data and brings the helm controls back up much more easily now that he's growing more acquainted with Federation technology and nomenclature:: {{A course is plotted for Z'hora. What transit closure should be set?}} [18:35] E>shall we go up to the Bridge? [18:35] ::settles into his station at engineering:: [18:35] TL> ::arrives one deck up from his previous position and chuckles as he steps out to see Ironside arriving from a ladder:: [18:36] ::returns Prescot's salute, something flashing in his eye briefly before turning to the big-chair:: Captain, may I have a moment? [18:36] TL> Bridge. [18:36] =.\ction= One of the Camelynian destroyers settles into high orbit of Reor, taking Coro's place. The other moves into a lower orbit opposite Churchill Downs. [18:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] E>::hmms:: zero gravity simulations, work out simululations, other things... [18:36] ::perks:: Transit closure? Are you referring to speed? ::grins:: Engage slipstream, Mr. Alados [18:36] ::nods at Ironside:: Of course, Colonel. Welcome back, by the way. [18:36] ::pushes himself out of his chair:: You have the Bridge, Exec. [18:36] E> ::gets up from the chair:: I would love to go to the bridge. [18:36] ::nods:: Aye Sir [18:36] ::makes a note in his log of departure situation and status:: [18:36] {{Slipstream is now being engaged.}} ::engages the slipstream drive:: [18:36] =.\ction= Coronado's slipstream drive activates; the frigate enters the conduit, and vanishes. [18:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] ::nods:: Thank you sir. [18:37] ::waves Ironside forward:: Let's go see what my new Ready Room looks like. [18:37] ::moves to the back section of the bridge and into the CIC, making his way to a set of readouts and control panels:: [18:37] ::She waves a hand lightly before slipping it underneath her opposite arm, crossing them again:: Ah, but routine is a fallacy. Something will always serve to disrupt, change and force. C'est la vie ^_^ [18:37] ::nods, turns, and follows the Captain:: [18:37] E> I would love to join you and help out with anything I can for you. [18:37] ::walks out of the TL:: Commander Tlaloco reporting for duty, Commander Daren. [18:37] RR> ::enters the Ready Room and heads for the desk:: Can I get you anything, Colonel? [18:37] E>::gets out of her chair and gives control of the engineering to Ensign as she heads to the Turbolift:: I was simply hoping for more of a view.. [18:37] I myself, am welcoming a return to the routine as well. [18:38] ::as the col passes looks over at thompson:: how goes things on your end [18:38] ::looks at Alados:: Wouldn't you be more comfortable standing up? [18:38] ::takes the Command Chair:: Mr. Drexler, I expect nothing less then the most detailed tatical scans while on patrol....no more sneak attacks, Understood? ::grins:: [18:38] RR>::gets that ghostlike grin on his face as he takes a seat:: I do believe I'm feeling a slight bit of deja vu, Captain. [18:38] E>::smiles at Farley:: that warp core is rather unpretty... [18:38] ::ponders what sort of design would work well for the Engineering station, it had to be something that would allow him to work comfortably and still allow humanoids to use the station, picks up a PADD and starts making some notes while keeping his other sets of eyes on his station:: [18:38] CIC> ::nods at the other officers and crew in the CIC area and sets to work:: [18:38] ::gives Daren a trademark deadpan glance:: If you recall, I wasn't manning this station when we were attacked. ::offers a brief smile and returns to typing:: [18:38] E> ::follows Oswald to the TL:: What view are you talking about maam? [18:39] CIC> +taps+ Serrold to Thompson. Hey, Doc, you got a minute? [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] or maybe draped over something other than that chair, Mr. Alados? [18:39] ::nods to Tlaloco silently and motions to the helm:: Alados, while on course be sure to steer clear of any intense gravity wells, I don't want the Phfor creeping up on us once again [18:39] E>:;grins:: anything... just so long as it's not of the warp core.. [18:39] ah, but i bore you with philosophy, and distract you with chatter. Idleness, no more. [18:39] In fact, I wasn't even aboard. But the situation regarding the attack is intriguing. [18:39] E> ::sees what she's talking about:: Oh I see now sorry maam. yes that is not the best view. [18:39] +TAPS+ As a matter of fact, I do. What can I help you with, Lieutenant? [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] RR> ::laughs:: Computer, two coffees. [18:39] {{Gravity wells are being avoided.}} [18:39] ::gestures to Savant that he's listening:: No no. Philosophy is good meditation. [18:40] ::sees the doc get a call and goes back to his work... not making +taps+ to his men and getting them into proper readiness:: [18:40] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] =.\ction= The Captain removes two cups of "Coronado Captain's Blend" (available for purchase from jestertrek.com for only 8 slips of latinum per kilogram) from the Ready Room replicator. [18:40] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] ::She didn't seem at all put off, but floated up into the air again.:: Indeed it is ^_^ one of my few passtimes; had i more than moments to pass with it. [18:40] I never get over how bipedalist our Federation is. [18:40] RR> ::removes the coffee and hands the Colonel one, then sits:: What's on your mind, Colonel? [18:41] E> ::enters TL:: [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::listens idly to the conversation around her and then perks up, stands and takes a few steps towards the center of the bridge:: It might be worth noting that the main reason the Phfor was able to do what they did was because they had complete control of our computer systems [18:41] TL> ::enters the Turbolift and waits for Farley to enter and then tells the computer to take them to the CIC:: [18:41] ::nods his thanks as the Captain gives him his mug, and leans back in the chair:: While I was on Reor, I found the time to go over the numbers in regards to our assault on Khsier's Retribution, and I'm afraid I've come to a rather unfortunate conclusion. [18:41] CIC> ::types out a report while watching new ones come in:: +taps+ I was just wondering if you could finally clear me for flight combat duty. [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::reviews the local star chart:: Star JO34 lies on the direct course between Reor and Z'hora... [18:41] ::nods and takes a sip:: Go on. [18:42] maybe we can fashion something more comfortable for you, Mr. Alados. [18:42] then, if you are so inclined to philosophy, let me ask a question of you; you have a subjective viewpoint i lack. [18:42] +TAPS+ Well, I think you've been deprived of your wraith for a long enough time. I'll meet you in sickbay. ::heads to a turbolift:: [18:42] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] Commander Tlaloco, how difficult would it be to design a collpsable chair that would still meet with Federation guidelines? ::makes another note on his PADD:: [18:42] ::glances at Ma'aru quietly, listening to her talk about the Pfhor, but already had read the report... he glances back to Savant, indulging her:: [18:42] {{It is not necessary to inconvenience yourself. I am the outsider.}} [18:42] Given a Pfhor warship's complement and damage resistance, I do not believe that between the Starfleet Marines and Camelynian Shadow Knights, we have a large enough offensive force to successfully capture one without severe casualties. [18:42] TL> Deck 6. Sickbay [18:42] ::takes a sip from his coffee, judging the Captain's response:: [18:42] CIC> ::grimaces at the mention of the Wraiths but doesn't correct the doctor as he makes his way back to the bridge turbolifts:: [18:43] {{Inconvenience? I need a distraction.}} [18:43] is love a virtue or a hubris? [18:43] E> Maam can I ask you a question? [18:43] ::smiles:: I wouldn't want Lieutenant Wilk to feel strange when she is on duty, perhaps we could make the station modular? [18:43] TL>::nods:: of course [18:43] < sorry>> [18:43] *> ::exits the turbolift and enters Sickbay:: [18:43] {{If it is so desired, then I will not be objecting.}} [18:43] TL> ::leans against the back of the lift:: Sickbay, Deck 6. [18:43] Actually Commander Daren that is sort of what I had in mind. [18:44] RR> ::frowns:: I see. So, we have two choices: destroy the ship to the point where it becomes useless to us... [18:44] *** Falkon (~f@4B89D8F.191E2813.2486BCA.E8A4D95.client.insightbb.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:44] RR> ...or tow a less damaged ship to a location that we can overwhelm the crew with numbers? [18:44] ::leans back in his chair rather uncharacteristically and temples his fingers in front of him:: You're asking if love is pure, or something that the mind uses as a social trophy to flaunt? [18:44] TL> I know that I get my usual evals but am I living up to your expectations that you might have? [18:44] RR> I don't like these choices, Colonel. [18:44] ::wallks over to the chair and begins to work on pulling of the backrest:: [18:44] RR> Neither do I Captain, which is why I've come up with two more. [18:44] {{I feel winds of change are coming}} [18:44] RR> ::nods for the Colonel to go ahead, taking a long pull from his mug:: [18:45] ::nods:: It is certainly a much needed invention in this galaxy as we continue to meet more and more species that are as unique as the two of you... [18:45] ::she smiled her sweet smile:: Perhaps. Romantic love is an idea most societies cherish, but some do not, and in all there are equal stories of the pains of love as there are the joys of it. [18:45] ::does what he can to get his men into order, not all that pleased with some of his men's slow attitude:: [18:45] TL>::nods:: of course, you're an excellent Farley [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] =.\ction= Drexler's console gets his attention. [18:45] That is very true sir. In my case if we collpased the chair and moved it in closer to the console it would be more then fine. [18:45] M> ::finds himself a tricorder and tray of instruments, in preparation for Serrold's arrival. [18:45] *> ::exits the TL and rounds a corner into sickbay:: Yo! Doc Thompson? [18:45] <> [18:45] ::is uncomfortable siting and stands:: [18:45] ::averts his gaze and says in a subdued voice:: Something I have recently... remembered about love is that ... ::turns to his console:: [18:45] ::returns to her chair and lifts takes the PADD from the console:: [18:45] RR> ::leans forward:: First, I'd like to bring a proposal before Starfleet/Reorsan command about converting Vladivostok into a troop carrier for Reorsan troops, so that our M64 natives have the opportunity to bring the fight to the Pfhor like we have been able to. [18:46] {{There are winds aboard this vessel?}} [18:46] ah, i apologize; please, tend your task, and I shall tend mine. [18:46] TL>::arrives at the bridge and exits the Turbolift:: [18:46] M> umm. Over here Lt. ::directs him to a biobed. Have a seat for a second:: [18:46] RR> ::raises his eyebrows:: That's an... interesting idea. But Vladivostok isn't very large. [18:46] {{aye. more than you could even imagine.}} [18:46] *** Falkon is now known as ObsFalkon [18:46] TL> ::follows Oswald off the TL:: Thank-you maam. [18:46] ::to Daren:: Commander. Transmission from Pitstop incoming from the Apori. [18:46] ::She looks up, a flickering moving through her hologram slightly as she thought privately:: [18:47] ::undoes a clamp, and pulls off the backrest. The chair is now stool-like:: I can re-attach this at the end of your shift. [18:47] ::turns to Drexler:: Put it on screen... [18:47] RR> Granted, but neither is MacArthur. Vladivostok's cargo bays, converted to barracks, would give us a valuable boost in troop numbers. She wouldn't have to be able to move fast, Coronado can take care of that. All she has to do is put her troops on a destroyer, and run like hell. [18:47] They sound excited. ::places it on-screen:: [18:47] Ever do any sailing, Mr. Alados? [18:47] ::stops worrying about the chair and looks to the viewscreen:: [18:47] RR> But those troops free up valuable dedicated marines for the real trick to capturing one of those behemoths. [18:48] ::The transmission data finds a nook in the upper-right corner of the holotank and the audio is piped over the comm:: [18:48] M> ::hops up on the biobed, removes his service jacket, and sits waiting for Thompson to begin his scans:: [18:48] ::looks up at the screen:: [18:48] M> ::scans Serrold, with his medical tricorder:: Well, I think you've recovered pretty well. I see no problem with you returning to normal flight duty. [18:48] +Com+ This is USS Coronado, Executive Officer, William Daren.... [18:48] ::stands in the back of the room with Farley and watches what is going on:: [18:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] =.\ction= The holographic image indicates the transmission is probably audio only. The rachety screeching voice of an Apori is audible. It is clearly excited. [18:48] ::experimentally allows his legs to close towards his body, coming to rest on the stool:: {{Much better, you are thanked. As to sailing...I am not familiar with such an activity.}} [18:48] Gibberish to our translator, commander. [18:48] :rushes to his station:: cannot get a visual, commander. [18:49] i'm making an attempt of the transmission's repair, sirs. [18:49] RR> ::nods slowly:: My understanding is that Vladivostok's primary mission these days is cutting and transporting resources from in and around the Artemis system. [18:49] RR> Those resources go directly into our Spectre production. [18:49]