[19:01] Oh, c'mon, Prill. Who knows in what interesting ways Bashir was genetically enhanced? ;) [19:01] If I was a girl, I doubt I'd go out with O'Brien either. =P [19:01] Quark rules because Armin Shimmerman is just the greatest tiny bald dude ever! [19:01] Pfft [19:01] too cute: http://www.deviantart.com/view/7481891/ [19:01] O'Brien and Keiko were the worst couple in tv history [19:02] * Santiago is now known as LCDR_Kennedy [19:02] Heh, don't get married, Brad. [19:02] You're in for a real disappointment. ;) [19:02] possibly. she's at least close to the line. :) [19:02] who is she? [19:02] At this point, I don't intend to. ;) [19:02] a girl in my French seminar [19:02] I meant to say, there was no reason for them to be together. Their characters didn't seem compatible at all. [19:02] ::glances around:: [19:02] We seem a little understaffed... [19:03] Oposites attract? [19:03] They weren't opposites [19:03] We're down four: Mouse (e-mail), plus CCC, Sonya, and Styx (no e-mails). [19:03] They were just... not compatible [19:03] Wait, five. I've got an e-mail from Prescot, too. [19:03] Everyone else is here. [19:03] * Lefty is now known as LJen_Gannsen [19:03] Let's get moving. [19:03] * Jester is now known as Tebrun_LoraKor [19:03] * LewisSharp is now known as LCen_Skylooker [19:03] moving? I have no gdamn crew! :) [19:03] Probably make the same case for Ross and Rachel. ;) [19:03] Commodore, whenever you're ready. For everyone else, #uss-coronado-ooc [19:04] Kari, uni-form! ;) [19:04] whats the occ channel? [19:04] w-hat [19:04] LCARS, let's go ahead a dedicate this sim to my "Chris [19:04] * CoroLCARS =/\= CMCO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:04] * CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Coronado sims at 9:00pm ET Mondays, with an after-sim most weeks immediately following!' [19:04] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] * kari is now known as LTSI_Brooks [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::Attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] yeah. ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] -> *endr_dyken* For making sarcastic comments during the sim, mostly. ;) Feel free to join it. ;) [19:06] Welcome, everyone. 14 sims (including this one) until Coronado's final sim ever. [19:06] Briefing tonight is pretty much identical to last week's... [19:06] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:06] Stardate 240405.24: "This Day, This Place", Part 2, by Jester. [19:06] SUMMARY: Taking your orders from... whom? [19:06] Coro has entered an unnamed nebula about 80 LY "northwest" of Reor'sa. Calculations have pinpointed the nebula as the site of another of the space/time anomalies: the "tears" that appear in M64. Tears have been coming more and more often, and we believe that they will soon reach a point of no return. [19:06] In the meantime, Coronado has been recalled to Reor'sa under VERY unusual circumstances. Nine of the civilian government leaders in M64 have banded together to form a defensive and trade alliance. These leaders have called upon the Starfleet personnel and ships to return to Reor'sa. [19:06] Ships that follow this directive will be turned over to the newly-forming Alliance government, which apparently plans to place them in the charge of a new, combined Alliance military under civilian control. Starfleet ships that refuse the directive have been ordered out of "Alliance" space... [19:07] Briefing complete. [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] ack [19:08] When we broke last week, among other things, Tebrun Lora Kor had been escorted somewhere by a pair of Reorsan Security officers, and Coronado had been granted permission to enter "Alliance space" -- Reor'sa, specifically -- to drop off her Reorsan officers and crew. [19:08] We're going to pick up some small number of hours after last week, with Coro arriving in planetary orbit say, 20 to 25 minutes into the sim. [19:08] Any questions before we begin? [19:08] ::raises:: [19:09] While you consider and/or type 'em up, everyone please welcome Tripp aka Ensign Nicholas Van Dyken, who is joining the medical staff this week. [19:09] Miss D'rall? [19:09] Where are the detainees being kept before they're beamed down to Guantanamo Bay... errr, Reor'sa? [19:09] Welcome, Ensign! [19:09] Thank you Sir proud to be here [19:10] Want to take that question, Commodore? [19:10] 1. There are no Detainees. 2. Every Reorsan former member of the Coronado family, is in their quarters, the lounge, or anywhere they would like to be. [19:11] Lovely. Any other questions? [19:11] (m) People act as if this was a bloody hostile takeover. [19:11] For those keeping score, by the way, tonight is Fraser's 300th Coronado sim. :) [19:11] jeebus. [19:11] Kill him! [19:11] Dogpile! ::leaps:: [19:11] Yikes.... :) [19:11] ::raise:: [19:11] lol@ D`Rall [19:11] Lt. Commander Skylooker? [19:12] I guess I'm to start on coronado right sir? [19:12] Yep. [19:12] ::get back to attn:: [19:12] If there are no further questions...? [19:12] Right. Sim time. [19:12] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM RESUME =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] Wait sir [19:13] aww nvm to late [19:13] <> [19:13] :: back to attn:: [19:13] ::unties the mooring lines for the watercraft as it laps against the dock, pushing up against the bumpers hanging off to the side:: Mind pushing us off, Jarod? [19:13] *> ::at her favorite seat in Seventh Heaven, looking out the window:: [19:14] ::nods and pushes against the craft before jumping aboard:: Great day for a little fishing I'd say. [19:14] E> ::looks around engineering:: [19:14] ::in his hotel, with a set of civilian clothes:: [19:14] =.\ction= Reor'sa is becoming a hive of activity, with more than a dozen capital starships of various in orbit, and smaller ones entering or departing the system almost by the hour. [19:14] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] ::scratches at his chin, reading over something on a PADD in the Command Chair...anything to get over that nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach:: [19:14] :: over looking the ship records in medical bay:: [19:14] * Tlaloco (CRen_Tlalo@pcp09684093pcs.bayville.nj.comcast.net) has joined #uss-coronado [19:14] E> ::continu to work on his console:: [19:14] 7H> ::sips from a large cup of coffee, occasionally pressing the button on a large PADD:: [19:14] M> ::looks over Dyken's shoulder:: Are you looking for something particular? [19:14] * Peter (peter@c-24-21-216-193.client.comcast.net) has left #uss- coronado [19:15] ::nods and looks up at at the red sky, a few puffy white clouds hanging above as he starts the watercraft's engine and slowly powers out of the small bay where the cottage rests and out into the lake proper, away from the shore:: [19:15] :: grins:: naw jus freashing up [19:15] ::idly watches a scan coming in over ansible from a sensor bouy in orbit or reorsa:: [19:15] ::leans back in his seat and watches the shore shrink behind them:: [19:16] 7H> ::quietly contemplates the stars, knowing it won't be long before she's home again:: [19:16] M> Very well. [19:16] 7H> ::enters after delievering his farewell gifts around the ship and looks around, hoping to find Maiko:: [19:16] * BigRed (~rob@rsang.gotadsl.co.uk) has left #uss-coronado [19:16] * Tlaloco (CRen_Tlalo@pcp09684093pcs.bayville.nj.comcast.net) has left #uss-coronado [19:16] ::slows down and flips a switch on the watercraft computer, bringing up a depthfinder guage:: [19:17] =.\ction= In particular, the little packets, of both the Arrow slipstream type and the older Reor-designed type, are currently landing at the Fisher's Landing space port at regular intervals, only a few minutes between each one. Departing packets are nearly as common. [19:17] ::exits his room:: [19:17] ::looks to the helm:: Helm, ETA to Reorsa? [19:17] 7H> ::spies Zach out of the corner of her eye and smiles, motioning for him to join her:: [19:18] ::shuts off the engine and lets the boat coast to a stop in the calm lake - the wake spreading out behind the watercraft as he turns around and picks up the pair of fishing rods out of the tacklebox built into the floor, handing one and a small container of bait to Bentall:: [19:18] ::wants to find information on when and if the Coro is coming to Re'orsa:: [19:18] ETA Reor orbit, 15 minutes sir. [19:19] M> If you have any questions, I'll be in Lab Two. [19:19] M> k sir [19:19] ::takes the rod and bait and proceeds to bait his hook before casting the line out into the lake:: [19:19] ::looks over at Daren:: Are, uh, we going to be staying long, captain? [19:19] =.\ction= Finally, fighters are the most common of all: four ship groups of Spectres, Camelynian Lightnings, Wraiths, and even one flight of Banshees are apparent moving in and out of their patrol circles through the system. Overall, on sensors, the system is pratically "fuzzy" with ships large and small moving between the system's planets. [19:19] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:19] ::nods, keeping silent:: Lieutentant Brooks, everything looking as expected in the system? [19:20] ::shrugs, and nods:: Nothing unusual... [19:20] Long? I wouldn't think so. It's really up to them as far as I'm concerned. [19:20] ::takes a seat at the aft of the boat and puts his feet up on the back coaming of the crew compartment, baiting his hook and casting out into the lake as well, finding himself a good position to relax in:: [19:20] 7H> ::slides over to let Zachery sit:: [19:20] 7H> ::coughs slightly -- half-chokes -- as he takes a slurp and reads another page, apparently dissatisfied with the information he's reading:: [19:20] M-L2> ::walks down the long corridor to the second lab, entering and moving toward a clot of pathology staff examining something dead:: What is that, a retrovirus? [19:21] Well, I was just thinking, there are a lot of members of the crew with unfinished affairs on Reorsa. This might be the last time we visit the planet, and it would do good to give them time to get in order... [19:21] ::looks to Tactical:: Mr. Canterbury, you are to remain absolutely hands-off during all this. Not so much as a shielf harmonic is to be waved while we are here. We are guests in foreign land. ::looks back to the Holotank:: [19:22] E> ::monitors his consol:: [19:22] ::nods at Brooks:: Put the call out to the ship. If anyone on board has such issues, have them speak now or forever hold their peace. [19:22] 7H> ::smiles back at Maiko and sits:: Hi. [19:22] ::decides to make his way to the spaceport:: [19:23] ENtc_Derrikson> Um, it's m-me, sir. Canterbury is on break. ::glances down:: And we've got an in-incoming hail from the R.S. D- Destiny. [19:23] ::shakes his pole slightly and winds the reel once or twice, watching a small flock of native birds swoop down and land in the water not too far off:: [19:23] 7H> ::smiles sadly:: Said all your goodbyes too, huh? [19:23] ::nods:: Put it through. [19:24] E> ::double check the offensive system while wondering what will happen next...:: [19:24] ::slowly reels the line in a short distance:: I think this is the longest period of relaxation I've had since I was assigned to Coronado as CEO. [19:24] :: replacates some water sits back down and reads more:: [19:24] =.\ction= Joe Fisher, R.S. Destiny, appears in Coronado's holographic tank. He's holding a PADD by one corner, the device almost dangling from his hand. [19:24] ::smirks slightly:: Only two days, or are you referring to the past few hours? [19:24] M-L2> This what we got out of that nuricitis case? Yeah, that's what I thought. [19:25] +COM+ This is Commodore William Daren, USS Coronado.... ::stands a bit taller as Joe Fisher appears:: [19:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:25] Good morning, Captain Daren. Welcome home-- well... ::coughs, then starts again:: Captain, I've received some very unusual orders, and I'd like to confirm the specifics of them with you if you have a moment. [19:25] ::grins:: Just the past few hours. ::winds the reel again, this time all the way in before casting out again, this time further out:: [19:25] 7H> ::smacks the table slightly, causing an unproportionately loud noise, and stands up, shutting off the PADD and frowning as he puts the empty coffee cup on the counter and heads out:: [19:26] 7H> ::nods:: Yes. I delievers some special packages to several crew members. I hope they enjoy them. [19:26] +Com+ ::nods, stepping closer, inqusitively:: Very well, Captain. I will do what I can. [19:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] +com+ Coronado was to participate in a ceremony on Party Hill this morning. Trouble is, I seem to have received your orders and all I'm being told is that Coronado isn't staying. Care to fill me in? The Admiralty dirtside is being damned coy. [19:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] Coronado definitely seems to have more than her fair share of unusual circumstances. No doubt that holds true at this moment than on every other day. [19:27] 7> ::walks toward the turbolift, seething somewhat:: [19:27] ::nods:: I often wonder if she had taken on Enterprise's knack for always finding interesting situations to get in and out of. [19:27] +com+ Your mission in that nebula that critical? [19:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:28] 7> ::enters TL:: Deck 9, main bridge. [19:28] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:29] +COM+ Ah, well. Yes, that I can help you with. ::pauses:: You are certainly aware of President Rommety's speech to the Federation members in M64 a few days ago. I am bringing Coronado here to drop off it's Reorsan crew members, so that they may be rejoined with their government. Coronado, will remain a part of The Federation. [19:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:29] ::snorts and doesn't respond immediately, wondering for a moment if Gregg had something to do with that, but diverts his attention back to his line, which is bobbing slowly in the water many feet off the back of the boat:: [19:29] +com+ It'd mean a lot to a lot of people to have Coronado land on that hillside. It isn't Destiny's place to be there, Captain. What th-- ::stops as what Daren is saying sinks in:: [19:29] *> ::smacks the side of the turbolift wall -- confusing the other two passengers somewhat, who back away and say nothing:: [19:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:30] 7H> I'm sure they will. ::manages a smile:: Especially if they were those special brownies of yours. [19:30] +COM+ I would like nothing more than to have Coronado to that, Captain Fisher. And I will have her do that if invited, but she will do it as the friend of Reorsa that she was the last time she did it. [19:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:31] ::feels a momentary tug on the line but it's gone seconds later:: Though I had a bite there for a second. ::reels the line in again before casting out yet again, five degrees to the left of the last two castings:: [19:31] Plenty of fish in the lake, plenty of time to catch them. ::smirks slightly:: [19:31] +Com+ And she will do it, as the Federation ship she is to this day. [19:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:31] +com+ I see. ::tosses the PADD on something behind him out of view:: What in the name of God's green earth do you intend to do, Captain? Earth isn't exactly over the next hill, you know. [19:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:32] ::walks out and grabs a floater to the spaceport:: [19:32] 9> ::steps out at the bridge turbolifts, not even so much as nodding in acknowledgement as he passes a nameless red-shirted officer who says hello, and steps onto the bridge on the side of the Tactical station:: [19:32] 7H> ::nods:: Some of them got brownies. Prescot got a case of ale. I figured he'd appreciate that far more. [19:32] E> ::look around for Farley, but doesn't see him around, nor does he see anyone he would like to..:: (w) well, guess that what we get for staying...::monitor his system with his team:: [19:32] ::chuckles at that but doesn't say anything:: [19:33] ::chuckles:: Judging by the few Camelynians I've met, I'm sure it's a valued treasure to him. [19:33] ::replacates an other glass of water and reads more:: [19:33] ::reels his line back in slowly and casts again, further than the last time as another watercraft passes by about fifty metres to port, towing a pair of floatation devices ridden by some children across its wake:: [19:34] +com+ And no, Captain. No, I guess that won't be necessary. Not now. Those are Destiny's orders now, and we'll carry 'em out, I suppose. I just thought they must be some sort of mistake. [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:34] 7H> ::grins:: He does have a fondness for it. So why not give him what he likes? [19:34] ::taps Derrikson on the shoulder:: You. Relieved. ::motions with his thumb towards the door and sits down hard:: [19:34] +Com+ ::nods, the thought passing through his mind several thousand times:: No, it isn't. But the myteries locked inside the Xanadu artifact provide my people with hope of opening a gateway to the Milky Way. It's the same hope many of us have clutched close to our hearts for years... [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:35] +Com+ As long as that possibility exists, I must be the Starfleet Officer I have always been...and I must get this ship and it's people back to it. It would be my greatest honor to go back to the Milky Way with your Alliance as a valued friend to the Federation. [19:35] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] =.\ction= On the holographic display, Fisher shrugs. [19:36] ::leans back, closes his eyes and just let's his hook and bait bob in the water:: [19:36] +com+ That isn't up to me, Captain. I thank you for the assistance you and your crew provided with the Pfhor, and I suppose I wish you the best of luck getting where you belong. Destiny signing off. [19:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] +Com+ That is why, I have come here on good faith to return your people to you, although it pains me to do so. Pains me to break the bond of friendship I have valued for so long. [19:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] ::frowns, the passage of the other boat likely disturbing what fish had become interested in his lure, and wondered if he shouldn't have gone fishing at dawn or waited until dusk:: [19:36] 7H> ::chuckles:: [19:37] ::glares up at the blank holotank and shuts off Coronado's end of comm channel:: [19:37] 7H> ::looks at her rather seriously:: How are you handling all of this? [19:37] <> [19:38] 7H> ::talk about a downer...:: I'm... I'm coping with it. A little worried about what I'm going to do if they don't put me to work flying a starship for a living. [19:38] ::starts to sign off, then turns back to whatever he's looking at:: +com+ Indeed, Coronado. They'll be happy to be home. As I said, I wish you luck on your own journey. Destiny out. [19:38] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:38] ::opens his eyes as the craft wobbles back and forth slightly in the wake of other lake traffic:: I wonder if we should move to a less travelled area on the lake? [19:39] M> ::the doors into sickbay open and through walk two technicians, one of whom has a severely burned hand and arm; he is all but being carried by the other:: I need some help over here! [19:39] ::finishes closing the channel:: [19:39] ::lets out a deep sigh as the comm channel closes:: [19:39] 7H> ::nods slowly:: I know what you mean. What exactly does a Command Yeoman do without someone to work for? [19:39] =.\ction= Fisher vanishes, and is replaced by the slowly expanding Reor system and all its activity. [19:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:39] ::shrugs:: There's enough cottages on the lake that there won't be many less-travelled areas. It's rather quiet at dawn and dusk, though. [19:39] ::walks over:: [19:40] Sit down [19:40] Technician> M> ::sits on a biobed:: [19:40] ::wry chuckle:: You, I'm sure, will get an appointment with someone. If not an admiral, as an aide to someone in the government at least. [19:40] <<7H> that>> [19:40] ::gets a thermal generator and injects him with an ati preesant:: [19:40] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:41] ::nods:: I hadn't considered that. ::reels the line in and casts it out again:: [19:41] 7H> Me, all I have to look forward to... ::frowns:: ...is going back into flying orbital shuttles for the rest of my life. If I'm not assigned to a ship that is. [19:41] ::looks around at the bridge crew tomake sure everyone is still with him:: How did that go? [19:41] m> runs the generator up and down his arm then the hand:: [19:41] ::mutters nothing in particular:: [19:41] M> move ur arm and hand [19:42] E> ::his team start to talk around rather then work to relaxe a little and so did he joined them to do so..:: Indeed. I wonder too. [19:42] 7H> Maybe. Perhaps I'll just open a lounge of my own and show them how to really make drinks down there? ::winks, trying to lighten the atmosphere:: [19:42] ::shrugs, not saying anything, preferring to concentrate more on the approach to Reor:: [19:42] Technician> M> I can't. [19:42] ::reels in and casts his line for a third time:: I'm grateful, at least, that we haven't had another flyover. [19:42] E> ::keeps focused on his job:: [19:42] Approaching orbit Commodore. [19:42] What? ::uses a tri corder on his arm:: [19:42] Technician> M> It hurts! [19:43] ::looks down:: We've got incoming messages and mail. Headers look like they're destined for the Reorsan crew. [19:43] You Broke it [19:43] Conform to the orbit parameters they've given us... [19:43] ::looks up and then nods:: As am I. If they had I'd have suspected they may have been trying to find us. Though I tend to think they can find us rather easily should they choose too. [19:43] About as good as I would have expected, Captain. [19:43] ::snorts:: As if they can't take the hint. [19:44] Aye sir. Assuming orbit at maximum transporter distance. [19:44] Technician> M> Yeah, well, I didn't mean to. [19:44] Technician> M> Ow! [19:44] ::notices another message:: +taps+ Canterbury to D'rall. [19:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:44] * CCC (~cccurtis@dsta-aq074.pivot.net) has joined #uss-coronado [19:44] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v CCC [19:44] What did u do exactly [19:44] * CCC is now known as CREN_Farley [19:45] ::nods again:: You never can tell with them though. [19:45] 7H> ::chuckles:: Okay, so you have something else you can fall back on at least. [19:45] +taps+ Daren to transporter room, we have reached orbit of Reor'sa. Alert all Reorsan Officers that have decided to rejoin their government to begin joined beam-outs... [19:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:45] Other Technician> M> We were repairing a replicator on deck 4. We removed the outer casing and the plasma feed arc'd. It burned his hand like that. [19:46] Indeed ::feels a tug at his line, but doesn't adjust his grip on the pole:: [19:46] 7H> Well, let's see...you could be a famous artist, with people coming to see your work and get your autograph. ::grins:: [19:46] ::frowns at the mention of "rejoin their government":: [19:47] Captain, R.S. Destiny is moving out of orbit on a landing profile. [19:47] +taps+ Chief, before doing that...if some of them wish to look over the data that is being relayed to the ship now, they are free to do so. [19:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:47] 7H> I'm afraid it's just a hobby, not something I could make a livi... ::is interrupted by the transporter room paging those departing to Reor to report to the transporter room:: [19:47] ::gets a very strong and unexpected tug on his line:: Whoa... That was definatly a bite. ::pulls back on the line and struggles to reel it in, bending the rod in the process:: [19:47] M> :uses a pinpoint calcifier to repair his arm:: [19:48] ::notices Dentiny taking up a similar vector Coronado did years ago, to land on Fisher's Island:: [19:48] ::+taps+ his commbadge again, wondering why the Seventh Heaven communications system isn't picking up the signal:: Canterbury to D'rall, are you near a comm? [19:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:48] 7H> ::stands and glances at the com panel:: You have a call it seems. [19:48] 7H> ::walks over to the counter and taps the comm there, not wearing a commbadge:: D'rall here. What is it? [19:48] ::glances over at Bentall and watches him struggle with the rod, not feeling another tug on his own:: [19:49] ::slowly rises to his feet to get better leverage as he combo pulls and reels in the line:: [19:49] E> ::follow the conversation while waiting to have something to add to it..:: [19:49] M> can u move it now? [19:49] ::stares down:: (m) Every bloody message happening at once... ::looks at Captain Daren:: We've got Admiral Lora Kor hailing. ::+taps+ again:: I've got a mail message for you. Where do you want to take it? [19:49] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:49] Technician> M> ::moves the arm experimentally, wincing slightly:: [19:49] +comm+ ::shrugs even though he can't see it:: Here in Seventh Heaven is fine. [19:49] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:50] E> ::enters main engineering from the TL:: [19:50] +taps+ Patching it through. [19:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:50] Transporter Chief> TR1> +allcall+ Attention all decks, Coronado has arrived Reor'sa space. Transporter Rooms One and Three stand ready for Reor'sa traffic. Attention all decks... *the message repeats* [19:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:50] ::gives the rod another pull as the line suddenly snaps, loses his balance and tumbles head first into the lake:: [19:50] M> i suggest u take the day off To make sure it heals. Keep the Arm up [19:50] 7H> ::waits patiently for Maiko by the door:: [19:50] ::perks up hearing Lora Kor's name called:: The Admiral? ::looks increasingly more nervous than he did facing the Reorsan Defense Patrols:: [19:50] Technician> M> Thank you, doctor. [19:50] ::takes that as a yes and opens the channel:: [19:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:51] ::moves to the Command Chair, and takes a seat:: Put Lora Kor through please... [19:51] M> ::the technicians leave together, the uninjured one still standing protectively close:: [19:51] ::blinks and drops his own rod as Bentall goes up and over the coaming of the boat and into the lake, and quickly moves to the other side of the boat:: [19:51] E> ::Looks over:: Greets Boss [19:51] M> no problem. Call me if the pain is not tollarable i will come with a Hyprospray [19:51] M-L2> ::glances toward the wall speaker, then back at the pathology staff:: Anybody need to go? [19:52] Reor'sa> +com+ Permission to come aboard, Commodore. [19:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:52] 7H> ::reading the message, smiles:: Well, at least I've got a job. ::turns off the commpanel and heads towards Zach and the door:: Chief Helmswoman, R.S. Phoenix. Ships out in 14 days. [19:52] E> ::sees Gannsen:: Hello, sorry I'm late had a few things that needed to be done. [19:52] ::pushes back to the surface of the lake, cougphing and sputtering, having swallowed some of the water, gives Ironside a weak grin:: Well I wasn't expecting to go for a swim. ::reaches up to try and pull himself back into the boat:: [19:52] +com+ Granted Admiral...shall I send a shuttle for you? [19:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:53] 7H> ::blinks:: That was fast. You think they need a yeoman? [19:53] ::chuckles:: Didn't think there was anything that big in here. ::extends an arm for Bentall to grab:: [19:53] Reor'sa> +com+ That would be most appreciated, Commodore. I'll catch the shuttle in Government Square, if you don't mind sending it there. [19:53] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:53] E> ::continu to follow what the others are saying...:: [19:53] 7H> Didn't know they had her ready for service again so soon. ::smiles:: Hey, if I'm onboard, you're onboard. I mean, I'm sure I can pull a few strings. [19:53] E> ::see's Sky:: Hello Sky [19:54] +com+ You can expect it very soon. Coronado, out. ::waves a hand to Canterbury:: [19:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:54] E> ::turn:: Hi. [19:54] ::grabs the arm:: I wasn't pulled in, the line snapped and I lost my balance. ::with Ironside's help hauls himself into the boat:: I think I lost the rod too when I went in. [19:54] ::looks to Canterbury:: Make it a quick one, please. [19:54] ::nods and shuts down the channel, breathing in:: I think that's it. Unless half of the downtown core wants to say hi, too. ::seethes sarcastically:: [19:54] =.\ction= Coronado's Furious class escorts break formation and begin a deorbit maneuver, visibly "wagging" their wings as they begin their descent. [19:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:54] 7H> ::smiles at Maiko and motions for her to exit before him:: Pull some strings huh? You're pretty good at pulling heart strings, so I can imagine it wouldn't be too hard. [19:55] E> So I see that we have caught up with all the repairs? [19:56] E> ::thinks for a seconds:: Yeah, may be except a few minor repair to wich we have 2 teams going around the ship for them. [19:56] ::glances over the side of the boat, but doesn't see the rod anywhere:: Nothing a replicator can't reproduce. ::turns around and heads back for the wheel:: I've got some changes of clothing that might fit you, unless you'd prefer to remain soaking. ::smirks slightly, the weather not quite warm enough and the sun not quite hot enough to make being drenched very comfortable:: [19:56] *> ::walking down the hall towards the transporter room:: ::smirks:: That's not all I'm good at pulling. ::wolfish Maiko grin:: I'm sure I can help. Granted, it looks like most of the senior positions are being filled by my people... but the fact that you're here, when it seems like half of Coronado doesn't want to stick around... well, that says something to me at any rate. [19:56] E> ::smiles:: Good work everyone. [19:56] =.\ction= A shuttle is dispatched from Coronado. It heads quickly down to the planet to pick up Lora Kor. [19:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:57] ::chuckles:: That'd be good. Thanks. [19:57] ::restarts the engine and pushes the throttle forward, turning the wheel and guiding the watercraft back towards shore:: [19:57] E> ::looks up:: Power Flow team thanks you oh great engineer type leader [19:57] E> ::laughs:: [19:57] E> ::smile:: Having a few extra mins? [19:58] Reor'sa> ::exits the Ministry of Defense building, wearing civilian clothes, a satchel over one shoulder:: [19:58] E> We should get a good card game going. That would make something big break faster then normal! [19:59] E> Whats the engineering rule that says if something aint broke we must have missed it [19:59] E> Well, I'll go get the deck of card then. ::smile and walks to a replicator, then gets back with it:: [19:59] ::looks to Canterbury:: Lieutenant, please accompany me to the shuttlebay to personally meet Admiral Lora as he arrives... [19:59] *> ::walks with her to the lift:: Where else would I be? I just hope I can arrange a place to store my walk-in refrigeration unit. I would really hate to lose 300 years of a carefully acquired collection. [19:59] Reor'sa> ::spots the descending shuttle with a pilot's eye and watches it come in:: [19:59] ::swings the boat to port, and then back to starboard to bring the boat back in with the dock on the port-side, pulling back on the throttle as the craft glides towards the parking spot:: [19:59] ::looks to Brooks:: You have the bridge. ::moves to the nearest turbolift:: [20:00] ::nods to the Commodore as he follows:: [20:00] E> What shall we play? [20:00] M> ::taps:: LCDR_KENNEDY [20:00] Reor'sa> ::steps aboard as the hatch opens and gives the pilot a small smile, tossing the satchel into one seat and settling into another:: [20:00] ::tries to wring some water out of clothes as they pull back into shore:: [20:00] E> No idea, do you have any suggestion? ::smile:: [20:00] E> Poker? [20:00] M-L2> A problem, ensign? [20:00] TL> ::enters TL:: I know a gentleman who owns a warehouse on the south side of town who owes me a favor. I'm sure he wouldn't mind having your unit around for a few days until you get a place. [20:00] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:00] ::enters TL, holding the door for Canterbury:: Deck 14. [20:00] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:00] ::looks up from her primary console after a moment:: What was that? [20:01] <<+taps+>> [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] E> Poker it is. We can sit in the conf. room. [20:01] M> No just waundering if theirs anything exsiding going on? [20:01] E> ::nods:: After you. ::follows them:: [20:01] ::does some last minute corrections with the engine before shutting it off and letting inertia take care of the rest, the craft bumping up softly against the dock's bumpers:: [20:01] TL> That would be great. I can pay him for rent of the space of course. Just need a place to put it. [20:01] ::shrugs, and returns to her running computer model:: [20:01] E> ::leads the way and enters then takes a seat:: [20:01] =.\ction= Lieutenant Brooks looks out at a largely empty bridge. She's pretty sure she knows what she heard the Commodore say... [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:02] *> ::looks over at the Commodore:: Can't say I'm impressed with the crew losses. [20:03] ::hops onto the dock from the boat quickly with a mooring line from the front of the boat and ties it off on the dock, repeating the process with a line from the rear of the boat:: [20:03] *> Some of the best on the staff are going planetside. ::looks down, annoyed:: [20:03] E> ::take a seat too, and start to shuffle the cards:: [20:03] *> It's not that major. Without COmmander Tal around to manage the new rosters and their change-overs though, things may only appear to be a bit chaotic. [20:03] TL> ::nods:: Of course, keep in mind I haven't seen him in some time. I'm not sure the warehouse even survived the Occupation... ::frowns a bit, then the doors open and she steps out:: [20:03] +taps+ No, afraid not. We're looking over some pathology data from a nuricitis outbreak, feel free to come over and look at the thing. [20:03] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:03] ::follows Ironside onto the dock and heads towards the cottage:: [20:04] *> Colonel Prescot also leaving to speak personally with his Camelynian breatheren, certainly doesn't help. [20:04] M>+taps+ Well Some one should be present at the sick bay at all times so no thanks [20:04] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:04] TR> Well, I'm sure there must be some place we can put it. [20:04] ::heads up the flowing rock face and onto the cottage deck, then inside, heading into one of the spare bed rooms and emerging with a small set of clothing:: [20:05] E> On a work note. How many did we lose? [20:05] *> ::steps out onto Deck 14 as the turbolift comes to a halt, and the doors open:: [20:05] Shuttle> ::watches the pilot for most of the flight, but remains silent throughout:: [20:05] M> +taps+ I oversee a medical staff of thirty doctors and nurses. Are you telling me you're the only person in sickbay? [20:05] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:05] TR> :chuckles:: Park it out on the street and set up a small stand to sell everything left at it? [20:06] ::accepts the change in clothing from Ironside and heads into the bathroom to dry off and change:: [20:06] E> ::shakes head as he don't has anyidea, but also because he fears that there's too much hwo left...:: [20:06] TR> ::steps up part-way onto the transporter dias, but pauses to rest a hand on the bulkhead:: You know, this feels wrong. [20:06] E> ::start to distribute the card around until all have 5 cards..:: [20:07] =.\ction= A low rumbling sound echoes over Churchill Downs/Fisher's Landing, followed by a low booming noise. [20:07] TR> ::looks a bit taken aback at that:: You have no idea what I have in there, do you? There's 3 lifetimes worth of...never mind. The only way to really explain is to show you. ::watches her:: You mean leaving the Coronado? [20:07] M> =taps= Well ok ill be right over [20:07] SB> ::steps into the rather quiet shuttlebay:: [20:07] ::sighs and shrugs his shoulders and rubs his neck, sitting down into one of the easy chairs and activates the wall monitor in the common room, putting his feet up and accessing the public Reorsan News Feed:: [20:07] TR> I shouldn't be leaving by transporter. ::sad smile:: I came onboard via orbital shuttle. I can't help but feel... that's the way I should be leaving. You know? [20:08] =.\ction= The Reorsan News Service is showing a "LIVE!" picture of something, but so far the something is just a fast-moving dot against the dark gold sky. [20:08] TR> ::lets her hand slide off the bulkhead to her side, then takes her place over one of the pads:: [20:09] TR> ::nods and steps up beside her:: Yeah, I know what you mean. I guess there's gonna be a lot of things that feel wrong for a while though, aren't there? [20:09] ::walks out of the sick bay and walks down the corridor to lab 2:: [20:09] SB> Let's just hope that whoever's chauffeurring doesn't land like the Jisans did. ::half-smiles, still noticeably angry:: [20:09] ::frowns and turns up the audio, having muted it the last time he used this particular function of the grid connection and leans forward slightly:: [20:09] SB> ::looks to Canterbury:: I'm sure Admiral Lora Kor...is just coming as a formality of some kind. Wouldn't you think? [20:09] ::finds the clothing to be slightly big on him but not too bad otherwise, wanders back out to the deck and sits down watching the news feed:: Thanks Jeremy. [20:09] L2> Any thing i can do? [20:09] ::nods:: No worries. [20:09] SB> I'm not sure... he was unusually succinct during the comms. [20:10] =.\ction= The dot grows larger on the visual, growing a saucer and two nacelles as the rumbling overhead gets louder. It starts a long turn, bleeding off energy, no doubt. The caption at the bottom of the display is updated: "Destiny home, to land on Party Hill" along with the "LIVE!" tag. [20:10] =.\ction= The Shuttlebay's interior lights up and alerts all those not in a control chamber to quickly enter one. [20:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:10] ::blinks at what he sees:: What are they doing I wonder? Some sort of ceremony? [20:10] TR> ::shrugs:: I suppose one could say things have never really been 'right' to begin with in M64. But I will miss her. She's a damn good ship. ::looks at the transporter operator:: Energize. [20:10] SB> ::motions Canterbury into a control chamber:: [20:10] ::snorts:: No doubt everyone's forgotten who provided the blueprints for that ship, who gathered the necessary materials, and who launched it. [20:11] SB> ::obviously follows:: [20:11] E> ::Looks at his cards:: [20:11] ::nods in agreement:: They seem to have forgotten a few things. [20:11] TR> ::nods, looking around one last time as he demats/remats, any words he may have said lost in the transport:: [20:11] =.\ction= Once the bay is locked down, the doors open and the shuttle enters and makes a soft landing on the deck. [20:11] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:12] E> ::looks at his cards:: [20:12] M-L2> Not really. They know what they're doing. [20:12] SB> (m) Oh well. [20:12] SB> ::hops from the shuttle as the hatch opens sufficiently, dropping to the deck, satchel over one shoulder:: [20:12] E> ::do the same, wondering how come he gave himself such a bad hand..:: [20:12] ::in his temporary residence at Churchill Downs, he peeks out the window to see what the source of the rumbling is:: [20:12] ::changes to one of the competing news feeds to see if there's been any other significant happenings while he's been off the grid:: [20:12]