U.S.S. Atlantis - 11505.06, Mission #1043

"The Opening Shots"


 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<VAdmBlackthorne>

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<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: sitting in the center seat, an acrid smell still present on the bridge, looking dour ::

 

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

:: mans the tactical console, watching his sensor readings. ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

TAC: Status of the weapons after all of that?

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: Commander, Commander try to lay still. :: Placing a hand on the navigators shoulder to steady her as she starts to wake from the anesthisia::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Running a diagnostic on the EPS conduits, from his busted up console, searching for the damaged sections.::

 

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: the fire in her console now out, pokes at it to make sure it's still working and not going to explode in her face ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: starts to blearily open her eyes :: Bacon....

 

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

CO: We're out of torpedos, however the phasers banks had time to recharge.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

CEO: I'm trying to assess the damage sir. We may have to come up with some colourful bypasses.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

TAC: That Starbase would have been convenient about now.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: No commnader I dont think bacon is a good idea just yet, you had a severe brain hemorrhage and you are at risk for another, even with the regenerated tissue you can still have pain and firther bleeding:

 

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

CO: Indeed, Sir.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: finishes compiling an analysis of the Tzenkethi attack patterns and begins a full comparison against previous tactics ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

Uhhhh. :: starts to babble in Andorian ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: My andorian is a bit rusty, would you like to try that in english?

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Pulls open a panel to try and regain extra processing power, only to be met with an array of burnt out isolinear chips.::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: on the Bridge just off center, working madly on reports ::

 

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: checking through sensor arrays and building a repair list ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: responds in Bajoran ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: turns to T'Kirr :: XO: On a longshot, find out of there is a munitions cache installed at this colony.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: finishes with his current patient, nothing more to do, so he joins Slade working with Harper. ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: How many languages does she know:: NAV: close but still not there yet, just try to rest

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Profuse profanity. Language of origin unknown:: Self: Really starting to remind me of Betty now, Atlantis my dear girl.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: is quite the linguist :: Bacon.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: her eyes lose focus and she slumps, twitching ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: glances up at Blackthorne distractedly, but nods and begins to access information on the colony ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: Dr. Tav I think she is having another hemorrhage

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

Nurse: I need ativan stat and prep surgical bay two, we are going to open her head again

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: thinks for a moment :: Let's get in there and get her hemorrhage fixed.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: reaches for her PADD nearby, and then remembers that she still had a few burns on her arm. That'll have to be dealt with later. ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

XO: If they don't, then we have no choice. We'll have to visit a Starbase before we can be useful in another fight.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Removes burnt out chips, and improvises a temporary bypass, hopefully giving the console more processing power for a time.::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: drools ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Moving Harper into the surgical bay with all of the tools set around He takes a sigh of relief that he has his CMO to help him with this surgery, but would never let him know that he needed the assistance::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: Are we ready sir?

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

MED: Prepare her for sedation. I am ready when you are.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

NAV: Commander Harper, we'll have you fixed in no time.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Watches the results for the diagnostic come in.::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Picks up the hypospray and sedates Harper::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: twitches ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Lies on his side in a jeffies tube, removing yet another burned out panel to try and replace it.  He's removed the outer jacket from his uniform, and is still hot and uncormfortable.  Yet he's also glad to be down here, working as just another engineer, as the chief must sometimes do.::.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: curls a lip at that smell in the air, then turns to survey the bridge once more ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: checks her PADD and finds that a friend passed along an after-action report from his ship. Similar tactics, with a few last-minute variations ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

CSO: Wright, status of Ops and Science?

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

ENG: Just get SOMETHING for whoever's asking.  The Admiral already knows we're not winning any races for the next little while.  And unless the Tzenkethi come back, he's not going to yank our timetable out from under us.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: removes Harper's skull flap ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: is flapped ::

 

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

CO:  A few bumps and bruises, some exploded consoles and minor burns, but everything is functional at minimal levels or better.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: now is trippin' balls with pleasant and vivid dreams ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

ENG: And if you find a burned out section you can't dance your way around, call.  Your priority is OUR priorities.  Clear?

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: sees a lake of blood in Harper's head as he lifts the bone away. :: MED: Let's get that out of there.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: With the skull flap removed the blood oozes from the Cdr's brain:: CMO: Yes sir, I will work on the clots if you will stop the bleeder!

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

CSO: Glad to hear it.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Begins removing dark black globs of clotted blood from inside Harpers head, relieving the pressure::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: surfs on a strip of bacon on a maple syrup wave on the bacon planet ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: turns past the empty helm station, pauses a second, and looks back at the main viewer ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

*CEO*: Ilaihr to Quinn. I'm sending our diagnostic results to your tricorder. Its detailing the main clusters of damage. I can get creative on a couple of bypasses, but I'm afraid some of the areas will require a much more direct approach.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

CO: I found some. :: said in surprise, not understated for a Vulcan :: Listed as twenty two quantum torpedoes.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: looks up at the monitor at eye level, a microscopic image of where his hands are. :: MED: Sounds like a plan to me. :: grabs a sonic hemostat and gets to work ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: notices that while she's got free time, her original console is sadly spitting an occasional spark. Grabbing a repair kit that some engineer left behind, she tries to patch it together. Someone's going to notice the lack of talent here eventually. ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

XO: Perfect, those caches were left for just such an occasion. Arrange transport and coordinate with Discovery to equalize our quantum torpedo supply.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Calls up a holographic display, since he hasn't bothered with a tricorder in years.  Never liked the things.  And he nods as he surveys the work ahead. :: +Ilaihr+ You think I'm crawling around down here looking for a quiet place to take a nap, Lieutenant?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: surfs into Chocolate Town and begins to eat the Chocolate People ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Watches as the CMO repairs the sub arachnoid hemorrhage with precision:: CMO: If I had done it right the first time sir, I guess we would'nt be in this mess again

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: confirms that the bleeding has stopped, notes it on the log, and then grabs the neural regenerator, waving it over the proper places in Harper's head to do its job :: MED: Nothing to worry about. I've done far worse in my early days.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Irrigates around the skull flap to ensure all clots have been removed, and then suctions the remaining fluid back out.::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: All clots have been removed Doctor, I believe we are ready to close

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: then finds herself swimming in the Margarita Lake, rimmed by salt ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: drinks a lazy circle ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: contacts the colony and is assured that the torpedoes will be transported to Atlantis shortly ::

 

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

:: breaths a sigh of relief ::

 

ACTION>

The colony head is exceedingly grateful.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Starts redirecting power around and relieving stress on some of the damaged systems and EPS line.:: *CEO*: Just keeping you informed, sir.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Mutters:: Although, if I brought a pillow and a thick enough blanket.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: flies into the sky toward a chocolate sun, eats it ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: sends a message to Discovery to expect a transport of a dozen torpedoes from Atlantis soon ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

+ENG+ Relax, Ilaihr.  It was a joke.  I'm not far from Junction 5-C.  I'll make it my next stop.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: verifies that everything is done and nods to Slade :: MED: Go ahead and close her up. :: steps back to make room for Slade ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

Discovery's TAC Officer>

*XO* Send only six, we have a few left.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

*DTAC* Understood.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: starts to eat the planets, and marvels at their different flavors ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: this repair job is spectacularly poor, but at least the console is working, if sluggishly ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Nods at Tav steps forward, Gently replaces the skull flap, Pulls the scalp over the flap and slides a dermal regenerator over the incision without leaving even a remnant of a scar::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

*TR1* Transporter Room One, be prepared to receive twenty-two quantum torpedoes. Send six of them to the Discovery, they're standing by. Get the rest to Weapons as quickly as possible.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: suddenly notices the science console :: SCI: If you leave it like that, it may explode again.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: glances at the console :: CO: That would be very unfortunate. I will endeavour to repair it better.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

*CEO*: Dont misunderstand. I find this quite refreshing. Systems on the fritz, consoles randomly exploding, the air thick with the smell of melted metacrylic panelling... It's just like home.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: picks up a planet, and throws it above her, then hits it with an inexplicable tennis racket ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*ENG* I'm thrilled for you.  Really.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

SCI: Route the ODN conduit on the other side of the power input.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Runs a low level current through some new circuitry, scanning it for any undue stresses that would indicate a factory defect.  All clear on this one. ::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: prepares a hypospray with the medicine to bring Harper back to the world of the waking and holds it out to Slade :: MED: Nicely done. Would you like the honors?

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: After you sir, I think someone other than the one who knocked her out should wake her up! Especially since you are the one who saved her life>

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: does as the admiral suggests :: CO: I believe it will now be in a semi-operational state.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: startled when someone returns her serve, then enters into a volley with a planet ::

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

SCI: At least until a more practiced engineer gets a look. :: smirks ::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: smiles at Slade :: MED: Very well, then. :: puts the hypospray to Harper's carotid and administers the dose. ::

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

CO: Indeed. :: is mildly proud of this completely bare-bones repair job. ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: the galactic tennis match suddenly dissolves around her as the scene starts to flood with cold light ::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

MED: And you did a fine job fixing the mess. That's what I care about in the end.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Is trying to utilise lesser used secondary and maybe tertiary conduits.::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: looks back down to the recovering Harper :: ALOUD: Three... Two... One... :: points ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: again with the bleary eye-opening scene :: What.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: Thank you sir, I think that the bleed was bound to happen. I just wish it hadnt::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: Welcome back, as soon as your back on your feet I will get you bacon Commander

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

CO: The torpedoes have been transported, and Discovery has received six of them.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: Mmmm... ow. Did someone say bacon?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

XO: Excellent, thank the colony for their assistance. TAC: Re-arm as quickly as possible. I realize that this is not a full complement, but it'll have to do.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

CMO: She said bacon when she first woke up the first time.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: nods :: MED: Yeah. She says "bacon" often.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: That sounds like something I might say, yes. Uggggh, what the hell.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

*CEO*: You would have hated her sir. Used to all this clean looking modern Starfleet equipment... She was a bit grubby here and there, rugged, had wires a conduits sticking out of random walls... sometimes find a Cardassian Vole whom had possibly attained sapience.

 

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

CO: Yes Sir.  :: sends a message to the torpedo room to re-arm all launchers possible. ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: contacts the colony and thanks them for their contribution ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

*CEO*: But what a slate to work with. You would've gone mad maintaining and upgrading her.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: her eyes finally focus in the harsh light :: What happened?

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: returns the tools to the kit and decides to leave it for its owner to retrieve later ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: You slammed your head on your console and the deck when an EPS conduit blew and you suffered a severe sub arachnoid hemorrhage

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: Well, shit.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: figures it's time to pester engineering :: *CEO* Blackthorne to Quinn.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: I could not have said it better myself ma'am, but Dr. Tav and myself have fixed the bleed and your head. You will be back on the helm in no time

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED, CMO: Thank you, both.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Nods and smiles at CMO::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

NAV: Don't thank me so much. Doctor Slade did most of the work.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

::Blushes::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CMO: At least this time I did not require several new internal organs, so I am still grateful.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: finds a fresh "pile" of reports that have come in since she looked last on her mini-console and begins to read through them ::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: chuckles, thinking of that note on Harper's medical record ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Smiles not having a clue what they are reffering to::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CMO: At least I assume I did not...

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

NAV: Nope. But we did take care of your quarterly physical.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

CMO: Well, that is a relief.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: her PADD beeps again, but this time with yet another personal message. On another note, the comparison is complete and not entirely spectacular at all ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: You think its a relief just wait until I tell you that you have to eat less bacon to maintain you blood levels ma'am

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: grunts ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: Ha, good one. :: smirks tiredly ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

:: Smiles, Tapping on a PADD::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Is assigning a few extra work orders to fix areas he cant bypass around.::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: thinks about physicals, not sure why so many people so hate them, seeing as physicals haven't required the patient to disrobe since the twenty-second century ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Slaps his comm badge, barely breaking stride on his duct crawling.  That's how you spot a pro. :: *CO* Quinn here.  

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

*CEO* How are the repairs progressing?

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*CO* On schedule, sir.  We've identified a number of key problem junctions that have frustrated out efforts to re-reroute around them.  I estimate we can have THOSE repaired within the next hour.  It won't restore full capacity, but you'll notice a significant improvement.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

*CEO* I realize it may seem strange, but I can give you a bit more time.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*CO* Um...little bit.  Can you clarify, sir?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

*CEO* More than that hour, at least. I have no intention of taking the ship into another battle asking for another overload.

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: checks on the shield geometry and finds it satisfactory for now. It will definitely need to be looked at. Perhaps it would be a good idea to compile a list of necessary bridge repairs... ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

::Moves Harper back into Sickbay for recovery and monitoring on a biobed:: NAV: Rest easy, you will have to stay with us for a while for monitoring.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: updates a PADD with Harper's condition and necessary treatment while Slade moves her into Sickbay, then pulls one of the nurses aside to bring the staff up to speed ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

NAV: Mmmmm, how long?

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

(MED: Rather)

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*CO* I realize this is probably of small comfort, sir.  But if I may, this really WAS statistically unlikely.  A repeat, even more so.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

*CEO* You bloody warned me right before it happened, Lieutenant. Not again.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: I am guessing we will need a full 48 hrs of stable monitoring before releasing you to your quarters Ma'am

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Frowns, not sure if he should be encouraged by that or not. ::

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*CO* Right, well...we'll use the extra time if we need it.  Do it right, sir.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*CO* Not that me or mine have ever done it any other way.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

*CEO* Exactly. Keep at it, Blackthorne out.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

*Bridge* Sickbay to Bridge.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: I am no doctor, but is that not a bit long? We are in a war....

 

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

*Sickbay*  Bridge here, go ahead.

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

*CMO* Go ahead, Doctor.

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

*SOMEONEOnTheBridge* Uh, just a quick update... Commander Harper is out of surgery and recovering nicely. She'll be back on her feet in about 48 hours or so... and we've told her she can have bacon.

 

<CSO_Lt_Wright>

:: grins @ bacon ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: raises eyebrow ::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: War or not you just had your brain operated on, and like it happened the first time you have the potential to hemorrhage again. You must have time to recover properly or you may lose cognitive functions and never get them back again

 

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: listens to the conversation and wonders why some people are so enamored with the byproduct of an animal that lives in mud ::

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

:: waits in Sickbay for an audible response ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

*CMO* Good to hear. Thank you.

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: so please me just rest here for a couple of days, think of it as a mini vacation

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: half wonders if she'll be able to manage English idioms now ::

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: I am quite good at vacations, and this is not one. But if you insist, doctor.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Is keeping an eye on any fluctuations in the power grid around the most damaged areas.::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

NAV: And that I do Commander, let Nurse Nightengale know if you need anything

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

MED: Something to wear other than this gown, perhaps? Then some bacon and coffee?

 

<CMO_Dr_Tav>

NAV: I think we can do something about one of those for now. The other two later.

 

<CEO_LtQuinn>

*ENG* Okay, I've reached C-5.  Please send out a notification to anyone in the area to save any work and clear out, then kill power.

 

<NAV_Cdr_Harper>

:: wonders which one ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

*CEO*: On it. Just got a bypass ready for around that section anyway.

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Sends the orders out, then slowly powers down section C-5.::

 

<MED_Ens_DrSlade>

Nurse Nightengale: Nurse do you mind getting some clothes for the Commander?

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

:: smiles upon overhearing the news about Harper ::

 

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: shares a look with Blackthorne ::

 

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

Nurse Nightingale>

MED: Of course.

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM

 

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM

<VAdmBlackthorne>

PAUSE SIM


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