USS Reaent

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FredM -> =====BEGIN SIM=====

WxMurray -> ::still sitting on the floor behing the tactical station::

merina -> ::in sickbay waiting for the light to shine::

J. Shamor -> ::on his way back to engineering::

William Tomlinson -> ::Tracks the two incoming warbirds on sensors.::

FredM -> ACTION: Sensors Continue To Register Two Valdore Class Romulan Warbirds At Extreme Range, Now At The Edge Of Known Romulan Sensor Ability.

Tabor Nansk -> ::in his fighter with Bravo Squad (that's BS for short):::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::still at science consoel and hands Brian a wristlight:: We're in the dark. Nice to meet you...Annabelle O'Halloran

Arch Angel -> ::In position with the group awaiting the inbound Valore class warbirds::

MisterSmith -> ::walks onto the bridge for the first time in days, finally having recovered from the Arabian Turtle Flu::

Arch Angel -> *Valdore

FredM -> <<Fighters, please use @>>

J. Shamor -> +Eng+ Shamor to engineering, what the heck is going on down there?

Schawnsee -> >Fred> Captain we have 2 warbirds approaching at extreme range now,

Arch Angel -> @<<hey Bravo is a great squadron>>

MisterSmith -> ::approaches Annabelle:: Thank you. Lieutenant Commander Brian Smith, M.d. Nice to meet you...Man...That title is getting too long

MisterSmith -> I should just introduce my self as Dr. Smith

WxMurray -> ::climbs into a position to read the sensors::

MisterSmith -> or Commander Smith.

MisterSmith -> Something simple like that

FredM -> ACTION: The Efforts By Mr. Scherer & The Engineering Team Succeed In Slowly Bringing Auxiliary Power Online, Main Power Reserves Building But Only At 5% For The Moment. Computers, Lighting, Slowly Begins To Resume...

WxMurray -> Still two Valdores...extreme range.

J. Shamor -> ::picks up the pace since he didn't get a quick response::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> It's very impressive...and which do you prefer Commander or Doctor? ::looking at Brian::

MisterSmith -> Whatever works for you.

Schawnsee -> ::turns to Fred:: If they spot us.. Suggest we raise that cloak asap?

MisterSmith -> So tell me about yourself. Especially since we don't seem to have anything else to do.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::and smiles with relief as systems start to come back online::

FredM -> ::looks at Schawnsee:: We do not have a...cloak...Lieutenant. Besides, turning off the holo emitters is what got us into this mess...

Simon Ljungberg -> ::in sickbay, glad the lights have come back on, rubbing his shin::

WxMurray -> ::blinks at the increase of light, his eyes having gotten used to the darkness.

WxMurray -> ::

MisterSmith -> ::watches as the sensors come on::

J. Shamor -> ::arrives at engineering::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> :;and looks sideways at Brian from her seat at Sci2:: Ahh...this is my first mission out of the Academy... ::sincerely hoping it won't be last::

Schawnsee -> ::turns back front and sighs:: we gonners.::soflty::

merina -> ::sighs a breath of relief::

FredM -> ::glances at the ceiling seeing the lighting:: Someone get us moving....and now....

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::switches off wristlight and secures it back under the console::

William Tomlinson -> @::Watches the approach of the two warbirds, awaiting orders.::

Arch Angel -> @::Tapps in a coded tight communicae to Reaent:;+ Reaent+ Angel to Reaent are you receiving??

MisterSmith -> I remember my days out of the academy

MisterSmith -> I arrived on board just in time for the U.S.S. Cairo incident. What a horrible tragedy.

J. Shamor -> ::signals the guards in the area to secure engineering:: I got a bad feeling about this/

Schawnsee -> :: engages engines to move us slowly as not to draw attention::

Tabor Nansk -> ::checking the holoemitter function, not wanting to lose his "asteroid" appearance at the wrong moment::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::slants a look at Brian and again here's the name "Cairo":: <m> Someday I have to find out what that tragedy was all about.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <hears>

J. Shamor -> ::readies his weapon, and starts to pace around the main area::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::notes with relief that lateral sensors are back but they don't have long range yet::

Arch Angel -> @::Coded::+Tabor>+Maintain defensive positions,hold fire until ordered...lets let them get close

FredM -> ACTION: Reaent Impulse Engines Are "Technically" Moving The Ship, But Barely Keeping The Distance...

Schawnsee -> +Angel+ Reaent to Angel, we are just now getting power back, We have approaching Romula Warbirds.

Tabor Nansk -> @::taps a coded "acknowledged" in response::

Tabor Nansk -> @::relays the order to his squadron::

J. Shamor -> +bridge+ Shamor to bridge, engineering is secure. What is our situation up there?

merina -> ::to staff:: keep on your toes

William Tomlinson -> @::Receives the order from Tabor and taps an acknowledgement while maintaining formation.::

Schawnsee -> +Shamor+ We are moving but just barely. tell engineering that we need everything it can give us.

WxMurray -> <<brb>>

Arch Angel -> @+Reaent+::coded tight burst:: Acknowledged,confirmed,group is in holo display...and waiting for the birds to close..will not fire unless fired upon,weapons hot,comm traffic limited,Angel out

merina -> +bridge+ Merina to bridge. Sickbay is secured. No injuries. What's our status?

FredM -> ::glances over at science:: If the two of you are finished having your bonding moment, some information on those two Romulan ships would be nice. Like...where did they come from, where are they going and do they know what we are...

J. Shamor -> +Schawnsee+ I'll do what I can. Shamor out.

Schawnsee -> +Sickbay+ We are moving but just barely. tell engineering that we need everything it can give us.

Arch Angel -> @::tapping a message to Alpha ..stand by and do not get trigger happy...we may literally have one shot at this.

Schawnsee -> <<LOL OOps wrong line..>>

merina -> +shawnsee+noted

MisterSmith -> ::takes a seat at the alternate station and copies the screen from Annabelle's station::

FredM -> <<Mr. Smith, don't cheat from a friend on this exam.>>

WxMurray -> <<back>>

Schawnsee -> +Sickbay+ we are moving but barely, No injuies up here so far as I know of.

J. Shamor -> ::flags down an engineer and motions for him to get more power flowing::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks to the captain and blushes, looking back to sensors:: They look to have come from teh direction of the Nlvana system, captain.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <Nelvana>

FredM -> ::looks at tactical:: Tell the fighters to get aboard...we don't need them acting as floating rocks right now.

WxMurray -> <<open book, open notes, open friends, open subordinates?>>

J. Shamor -> ::walks over to a console::

FredM -> ::looks at Schawnsee:: Distance from the Romulan ships?

J. Shamor -> ::does what he can to get some additional power for the major ship systems::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks at incoming data and shrugs to brian:: They don't look like theyr'e in any hurry to get to us and I'm nto reading any active scans from them.

Schawnsee -> We are just barely keeping ahead of them. If they increase speed we are in trouble

merina -> ::keeps sickbay ready for anything::

Schawnsee -> The Squadron has emmitters onlnie and ready to fire on command Sir

FredM -> ::looks at Schawnsee:: As I just told tactical, tell them to get back aboard....

MisterSmith -> ::turns to Annabelle:: Lets keep it that way.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks at Brian:: Hey, I'm all for that.

Schawnsee -> +angel+ Reaent to Angel Bring your units back on board. Repeat return to the Ship

FredM -> ::looking at the viewer:: I don't need them acting like a moving asteroid field....

merina -> ::goes over and checks on people with the radiation sickness::

J. Shamor -> +Schawnsee+ I got some extra juice flowing for you, I'll do what I can so we don't get unexpected company.

Arch Angel -> @+Reaent+ Recall order understood

FredM -> ::looks at Smith and O'Halloran:: Do we have an estimated location of the Proxima?

merina -> ::to the nurse who picked up the vomit:: what's the status of the vomit from our andorian patient?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::nods to Fred:: Aye, Captain. Baradas III in the Barradas system

Arch Angel -> @+Group+ Recall order...drop the holos and form up for recall to ship...lets move

merina -> Nurse> Nothing serious, just some radiation.

FredM -> ::motions to the viewer while looking at the two science types:: Can we get there without them seeing us?

FredM -> ACTION: Main Power Reserves Up To 50%. Low Warp Drive Now Available.

J. Shamor -> ::continues to work on getting the rest of main power up::

Tabor Nansk -> @::thinks to himself, "you've got to be kidding"...but answers "Affirmative" and passes the command on to BS::

WxMurray -> ::keeping an eye on the Romulans::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> If we keep a low profile and until the 2 Valdores pass by...maybe, Captain

J. Shamor -> ::grunts:: This was not in my job description. ::continues working::

merina -> ::nods to the nurse:: thank you. ::scans the andorian again:: Simon, will you please come here. I need your assistance.

William Tomlinson -> @::Disengages his holo emitters and prepares for combat landing.::

FredM -> ::shakes his head:: We're not going to wait for them to pass by...

Arch Angel -> @+Reaent+ Angel here group on approach for landing

Schawnsee -> +Shamor+ Thanks Shamor

Tabor Nansk -> @Bravo> Ok, Bravo, nice and neat, just like practice.

Schawnsee -> Captain we are up to 50% power

Scherer -> << Hey everyone Sorry am late >>

Scherer -> :: is in main engieering ::

merina -> ::looks for simon:: Simon?

FredM -> <<Mr. Scherer, you have a detention after class.>>

Tabor Nansk -> @:::watches his little ducks line up for approach::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> If we go to warp they'll know we were here.

J. Shamor -> +Schawnsee+ No problem

Simon Ljungberg -> ::perks up:: Yes?

Arch Angel -> @::holding at the edge of the group::+Tabor+ Take them in Mr.Nansk

Schawnsee -> +Angel+ Bay doors are open bring them home

FredM -> ::points:: They technically know we're here already Ms. O'Halloran, they just don't know who we are and don't seem all that interested...

J. Shamor -> ::calls to Scherer:: There you are, help with getting the rest of main power up. We got company.

Scherer -> << dang >> :: looks to shamor :: what do you think i've been trying

Tabor Nansk -> @Angel> Aye sir. OK Bravo, on me.

Arch Angel -> @+Reaent+ Acknowledged ...on our way

WxMurray -> ::to Fred:: Well, then I think we need to keep them unineterested.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Aye, Captain. ::wondering why it is they don't care::

Schawnsee -> Lets hope they stay that way.

Tabor Nansk -> @::leads his group into the landing bay::

J. Shamor -> ::chuckles:: Having me do your job, but let's save the smart aleck comments for later.

merina -> ::simon:: I need your assistance treating these patients. I need you to scan the others to help determine what dosage to counteract the radiation posioning. Alright?

William Tomlinson -> @+Nansk+ Copy forming on you. ::Lines up on Tabor.::

Scherer -> Alright Shamor want to help with somthing that might blow us sky high ? :: begins tapping a few buttons on his consle::

FredM -> ::as he turns to move towards Schawnsee:: And I plan to keep it that way...Lieutenant, I want you to plot a course at an eighty degree angel from our friends, low speed up...keep us at warp four and at the edge of their sensor range.

Arch Angel -> @+Alpha+ No gaps,follow Bravo in,I have tail end charlie

Simon Ljungberg -> ::gets up and walks over to her:: Sure thing.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::taps in the coords for Barradas III and sends them to helm::

FredM -> ::looks at Murray:: Fighters aboard?

Schawnsee -> Aye Sir

J. Shamor -> ::while working:: What do you have in mind?

Simon Ljungberg -> Do you want me to assist you or work on my own, ma'am?

Tabor Nansk -> ::touches down and taxis under power to his parking slot::

FredM -> +Engineering+ Standby for warp...and if it fails, you are all fired after we're dead.

WxMurray -> ::glances down:: Just about, sir.

Schawnsee -> ::plots the course instructed and speed:: Course plotted and layed in sir

Arch Angel -> @::Lining up on final behind Alpha squadron::

Scherer -> well we had a cold start with the warp core we had to dump more anti matter and matter into the reaction am going to contine it I want you to monitor the containment field

merina -> ::simons:: how about a combination of both, simon.

FredM -> ::nods at Schawnsee:: Make long range course for the Barrades system....

Arch Angel -> @::Follows the last fighter in...and taxis to his spot::

Tabor Nansk -> ::powers down, pops the canopy to check the rest of the squadron::

J. Shamor -> ::nods:: Very well but hurry and be careful

Schawnsee -> Aye Sir Barrades system

Annabelle O'Halloran -> :: to schawnsse, quietly:: i've sent the coords, ma'am

Arch Angel -> +Angel+ Bridge...all fighters aboard and accounted for

William Tomlinson -> ::Lands perfectly and powers down. Opens the canopy and begins to disembark, giving a "thunbs-up:" to Tabor.::

Simon Ljungberg -> ::nods:: Alright.

Schawnsee -> ::taps away at the console receiving the coordinates:: Thanks Anna.

Schawnsee -> Ready Sir

FredM -> ::looks at science:: Mr. Smith, I need analysis of what is between here and where we are going. Screw it up and you're fired after we're dead. ::looks back at Schawnsee::

merina -> ::nods and continues scan::

Scherer -> :: smiles :: Careful ya right :: runs over to another consle :: alright shamor take that consle:: points :: and watch the field :: begins to dump more anitmatter and matter and a controled but at a larger amount

FredM -> Alright...::looks back at the viewer:: Engage warp...

Arch Angel -> ::powers down...and secures his fighter...opens the canopy...looking around the bay::

J. Shamor -> ::runs over to the console, begins monitoring reaction::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::nods to Schawnsee and smiels an then looks back at her console, thinking firing doesn't sound so humilating when followed immediately by death::

Schawnsee -> :: initates the first sequence::

FredM -> <<No, no, death and THEN firing.>>

Schawnsee -> Going to warp

Tabor Nansk -> ::assured that his group is secure, Tabor scans the bay until he sees Angel::

Schawnsee -> ::taps;:

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <<That's even better--no unemployment forms to fill out>>

FredM -> ACTION: The Reaent Successful Reaches Warp 1.

Scherer -> :: watching the flow rate;: lets hope this doesn't blow us up

J. Shamor -> ::monitors the reaction closely::

Schawnsee -> Warp 1

Simon Ljungberg -> ::prepares a hypospray:: Do you think it's very bad?

Schawnsee -> come on Reaent keep going..

J. Shamor -> Pray we don't hit a speed bump then

Arch Angel -> ::Spotting Tabor..gives the thumbs up::

FredM -> ACTION: Romulan Warbirds Initiate Scan....

Tabor Nansk -> :::literally jumps out of the cockpit and storms over to Angel's fighter::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::sends Brian and and all command staff gthe data on Barradas II which is kind of sketchy at best::

FredM -> ::watching the viewer::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <er, III>

FredM -> ACTION: Reaent Successfully Reaches Warp 2.

MisterSmith -> <brb>

Schawnsee -> Warp 2

merina -> ::finishes up scan:: No, i don't think so. ::also prepares a hypo spray::

Arch Angel -> ::Helmet under one arm...exits the fighter...spotting Tabors hurried approach::

Schawnsee -> ::sounding a bit more enthusiastic::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::it's been deserted since 2370 and was ocne the outpost 2000 for the Debrune--Romulan ancestors::

WxMurray -> ::begins to white-knuckle his console, half-expecting them to blowup or get shoved up a Romulan's backside or something::

FredM -> ACTION: The Ship Remains At The Edge Of Romulan Sensor Range, But They Start A Complete Sensor Sweep....Attempting To Expand That Range.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <2000years ago>

William Tomlinson -> ::Comes out of his fighter and waits for Tabor and Angel::

Scherer -> :: watchs how much it puts it rechecking to make sure there is a proper chemical mix:: Shamor hows the reaction coming along :: Shamor the field is holding still? :: looks to another consle to see that the warpfield is holding togther as well ::

Tabor Nansk -> Angel> What in the Prophet's name is going on?

FredM -> ACTION: Reaent Successfully Reaches Warp 3.

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: We're good, keep it up

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::contineus scanning, glad that LRS's are back online::

Arch Angel -> Tabor> Excuse me??,what do you mean...what is unclear??

Schawnsee -> Warp 3 ::smiles:: Come om Reaet I know you can do it. Hold together.

FredM -> ::looks back at Murray:: Distance?

J. Shamor -> ::continues to monitor progress::

WxMurray -> ::checks:: Extreme range. Nearing the limit of their sensors...and ours, too.

FredM -> ACTION: Romulan Warbirds Make No Signs Of Following As They Exit Sensor Range.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Captain...the Romulans are actively scanning

merina -> ::heads over to her patient and applies the hypo to the andorian:: that should I would like you to stay here for another hour or so.

Tabor Nansk -> Angel>Holy Frak..sir..A fighter group in the bay is about as useful as a Dinubian slimeworm with feet.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> But are shirt of our position

Scherer -> Alright lets try to have a 25 percent extra increase now :: changes the anitmatter flow and matter flow to 25 percent extra flow rate despite some warnings::

merina -> ::the andorian nods::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <short>

Simon Ljungberg -> ::follows Merina::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::nodding to herself:: We're ok. So far.

FredM -> ::sighs and nods:: Stand down to yellow alert....

Arch Angel -> ::looking around the bay at the other pilots...:: Tabor> At attention mister...now

J. Shamor -> ::calls out:: This is not like mixing drinks in the lounge so don't do anything we'd regret

merina -> ::turns around to see simon:: yes

Schawnsee -> ::cancels Yellow Alert:: Aye Sir

Scherer -> :: yells back :: wheres the Fun in that ?

Tabor Nansk -> ::with a look of seething anger in his eyes, Tabor comes to attention::

J. Shamor -> That's what I'm afraid of.

FredM -> ::looks at Schawnsee:: Maintain this speed for another thirty minutes...then, assuming engineeering has done their job, move to maximium warp.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::::breathes silent sigh of relief as Captain orders stand down to yellow alert::

MisterSmith -> <<back, sorry>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> <<wb>>

Schawnsee -> Aye Sir

Scherer -> :: seeing yellow alert :: alright am going to have the rate go back to normal

Schawnsee -> ::takes a deep sigh of relief::

FredM -> ::looks over at science:: I want a full analysis of what is between us and where we are going. Feed and necessary course modifications so we can avoid running into any other guests.

merina -> ::notices yellow and breathes::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::trying to extend their own sensors to get some data on the Proxima transponder::

Simon Ljungberg -> ::smiles at the Andorian who's obviously still feeling sick:: I was just...not sure whether I'm still assisting or already supposed to work on my own. ::sees one of the patients throw up:: I guess I'll do some claning, huh?

FredM -> +Engineering+ I want a full check on your little holo technology....if it isn't reliable enough to turn off without killing the entire power of the ship, we aren't using it again! Michaels out.

merina -> Yellow alert*

Scherer -> :: slowly brings the rate down in control bursts ::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::while scanning everything in between::

Arch Angel -> ::looks around the bay::Group pilots all> We have landed,standard procedure,make your reports and stand by for debriefing..that is all...Dismissed

FredM -> ::looks at Murray:: Keep an eye out for anything...well...I would say unusual but I don't know what counts for usual in this part of town.

Scherer -> :: watchs as the rate slows down to normal after hearing the comm::

J. Shamor -> ::sighs:: More troubleshooting, yay ::unenthusiastic::

Arch Angel -> Tabor>At ease,and on me Mr.Nansk...::heads for the FO::

William Tomlinson -> ::Takes his helmet and heads for out to get changed and start on his reports.::

Tabor Nansk -> ::turns and follows Angel::

WxMurray -> ::nods:: Don't worry, sir, I know what you mean. Keep an eye out for things that could kill us.

merina -> ::nods:: I wanted you help me and see what you could find different than me. Yes if I were you I'd clean that up. Have one of the nurses help you and compare it to the other sample from the andorian.

Arch Angel -> ::watching the pilots resume their duties::

Schawnsee -> ::Keeping cousre and speed steady::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::fins it comforting that Murray knows what's important::

Scherer -> :: turns to shamor:: on the bright side at least where still around to do the trouble shooting

FredM -> ::nods and slides into his chair:: ETA to our destination Ms. Schawnsee?

J. Shamor -> But the problem is we're knee deep in Romulan country with no back-up

Arch Angel -> ::Calmly enters the FO and points to a seat for Tabor::

Arch Angel -> Tabor> Park it

Schawnsee -> 1 hour at currect speed Sir..

Tabor Nansk -> Angel>Permission to stand sir.

Arch Angel -> Tabor> denied...I said have a seat

FredM -> ::nods:: Very good....

Tabor Nansk -> ::drops his flight gear in one seat and takes the empty chair::

Arch Angel -> ::closes the door::

Scherer -> Feels like the war all over again :: taps a few more buttons on his consle:: but hey shamor on the bright side we are better equiped then most ships that would be in are postion

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::continuing to monitor incoming scanned data, and looks over to Fred:: Barradas III is the only M Class planet in that system, Captain. The Proxima signal is almost right on top of it.

William Tomlinson -> ::Changes out of his flight suit and heads for his desk so that he can fill out his report. As he did so, he sighed at the complete lack to excitement of this sortie.:: Maybe next time ::He says to himself.::

Schawnsee -> Once we move to full warp power sir ETA 23 minutes

Simon Ljungberg -> ::goes off to pick up paper towels::

J. Shamor -> ::sighs:: I think I speak for most of us when I say that I wish we we're still on Risa.

FredM -> ::looks at O'Halloran:: I guess the question becomes....is it a ship, a piece of a ship or something else completely.

WxMurray -> ::keeps an eye out for Romulans hiding behing bits of space dust::

MisterSmith -> I think whatever it is is coming from Inside the Planet.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Aye, Captain, that's the question. We'll be able to tell when we're within 200,000 km

merina -> ::smiles at simon and downloads the latest information from the andorian::

Arch Angel -> Tabor> I understand your vexation...however we do have a commanding officer,and I am pretty damn sure he has his reasons for our recall...we do have a little thing called coc...perhaps you remember?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::hears Brian and thinks that would make for an itneresting AT::

Scherer -> :: looks down at his work:: we all wish that shamor but we have this duty and if there is are fellow comrades stuck in romulan space I say its worth it

Tabor Nansk -> Angel> Why aren't YOU angrier than me? This is ridiculous.

FredM -> <<::the Two Minute Warning Guy appears, looking at Romulan and holding a sign that reads "When On Romulus..."::>>

J. Shamor -> ::shakes head:: I think there are too many variables. We don't know if the Proxima crew is alive much less their ship being intact.

Simon Ljungberg -> ::wonders why people don't throw up into bedpans and the like anymore::

Scherer -> I know but its better if we find out then never at all

FredM -> <<Budget cuts Simon.>>

William Tomlinson -> ::Finishes his report and sends it to Angel before heading for the showers.::

Scherer -> if not for them then there familys back home

Simon Ljungberg -> ::crouches down and cleans, hoping the patient will be so kind as to avoid at least him::

merina -> <<comes to show that even sickbay is vunerable to budget cuts>>

Arch Angel -> Tabor> Angered?...no,a bit perplexed perhaps,either way apparently the CO had different plans...and seeing as we are not space dust they must have proven effective,wouldn't you agree??

J. Shamor -> True, but why not send a Defiant class ship? Don't those have cloaks? That would've made this easier.

FredM -> <<It was either that or reduce Mr. Pinchie's working hours. He has a better agent than the bedpans...so...>>

Scherer -> Only the Uss Defiant

J. Shamor -> ::grunts:: That's a ripoff

merina -> <<true>>

Schawnsee -> :: watching the speed and course as ordered::

FredM -> =====PAUSE SIM=====