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Topic: Driztts coming back
Subject: heya
Welcome back. Thread moved to the proper forum.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 17:02:47.
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Topic: The Brom be out, yo!
Subject: hoody hoo!
Welcome back, dude.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 14:17:22.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: whaaa?
Part three?!? 
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 13:26:32.
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Topic: Site slowdows revisited
Subject: whoa
Looks like things are MUCH better.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 21:42:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: these are the 'tails' of our lives...
Stardate 09.05.2374 – 1805 hours
USS Cerberus ASRV-83964:E-001
Lieutenant Commander Rrowl felt his anger burn, if possible, even hotter due to the asinine commentary from the junior human female officer. Of course her precious logic was sound - if one was fool enough to believe that Romulans played by the rules of other, sane civilizations! Did she not know that the Tal'shiar were capable of virtually anything? Could she not see through her idealistic fog enough to consider that dishonoring the Romulan Star Empire in order to further their own agenda was not only possible, but a modus operandi that the spy organization had used, even recently?
The massive kzinti considered a roaring retort, then, more fondly, considered literally beating some sense into the meek little woman. However, neither choice would change her mind, and the latter would most certainly land Rrowl in the brig. And, when it was all said and done, what did Rrowl care what some sniveling little ensign thought, anyway? Decision made, Rrowl ignored the woman as he would one of the subsentient females of his own species. As far as he was concerned, her opinion was worth about the same.
For his part, MacTavish responded to the flurry of conversation in typical Mac fashion. His teeth clenched as his steel-eyed gaze shifted from Lyvette to Rrowl and, then, over the rest of those packed into the tiny pod before he offered a scarcely perceptible nod. “Th’ pair o’ ye’re finished, then, aye,” he rumbled rhetorically, his gaze again ticking deliberately between the junior science officer and the TAC Chief, “Grand! Thank ye both vera much fer offerin’ up yer opinions ere I’d ev’n asked, aye?
Mester Rrowl,” he said, his eyes finding the Kziniti’s once more, “Ef ye believe fer one fargin’ second tha’ me first inclination were no’ tae try an lay this whole bloody mess a’ th’ Romulans’ doorstep, ye dinnae know me as well’s I thought ye might’ve, lad. Fairhtermore, ef ye think I’m gonna swallow tha’ lo’ o’ sap from th’ Centurion wi’oot s’much as sniffin’ th’ bottle from which she poured et, I’d say ye’ve lairned nothin’ from our years wairkin’ t’gether. Be that th’ case, Lieutenant Commander?” Mac smiled at Rrowl just then, challenging the kzinti to lie and tell him that, yes, Rrowl figured Mac had made a tactical blunder in his ‘soft handling’ of the communiqué from the Roms’ pod, “Ef so, I rec’mmend tha’ ye relieve me o’ me command ‘ere an’ now, aye?”
Rrowl, already agonizingly close the breaking point of his temper, found the Captain pushing him far beyond it. Jack MacTavish was smiling at him, knowing full well that Rrowl would read the bared teeth as a challenge. As if to leave no room for misinterpretation, the Scot outright questioned the knzinti's position, daring him to relieve the senior officer of command.
Rrowl's nostrils flared in intense frustration as every fiber of his muslces screamed for release. His tail thrashed widly behind him as the Captain made his points. Why should he not relieve MacTavish? The man had lost his ship, and had done so before the first shot had been fired. Such a commander would likely have taken his own life, were he kzinti; if not, the crew would certainly do it for him.
Then again, Rrowl pondered, if MacTavish did such a thing - or if he removed the human from command - Starfleet would lose an exceptionally qualified command officer, something which they could sorely afford. Rrowl knew MacTavish well enough to trust the man. He was also no fool - the Patriarch himself could not have prevented the desctruction of the Cerberus. There was no sense in pretending otherwise.
As quickly as the smile had appeared so, too, did it fade from the Captain’s face. “Per’aps ye’d’ve preferred me tae cut th’ Centurion off ere she p’rvided us wi’ the information – fenger pointin’ an’ smoke blowin’ aside – tha’ she did, aye? Give ‘er a reason, ef she’s no’ ‘ad one a’ready, tae truly cause some mischief?”
Breaking eye contact with the TAC Officer before he did so, so that the kzinti wouldn't take the gesture as a threatening one, Mac reached out a hand and clasped it to one of Rrowl’s massive shoulders. “There be a twistin’ of a sayin’ on Airth, Rrowl, older’n e’en Cameron, tha’ says ef yer gonna do th’ time, ye may’s well do th’ crime,” a tilting of his head towards the pod’s viewort directed the Kzinti’s gaze to where E-025 bobbed in the black, “Ef tha’ lo’ where ta think tha’ they were tae face some kind o’ lynchin’ b’cause o wha’s just ‘appened, lad, rather’n ‘avin’ a fair chance tae mount some sort o’ defense an’ pr’sent their own evidence tae suppairt et, whaddya think th’ chances o’ them floatin’ oot there an’ jus’ waitin’ fer it tae ‘appen’d be? Slim tae go’dam none, I figger… Ye know’s well’s I, Rrowl, ‘ow th’ Romulans thenk en situations like this… ef they truly thought they were done fer, they’d’ve no’ bothered ta repairt in’t all an’ mos’ likely’d’ve a’ready been tryin’ ta inch tha’ pod oota th’ fold an inta th’ arms o’ a waitin’ Warbaird.”
There was sense in MacTavish' words, so much more so than those of the well-intentioned, but terribly green, ensign. Slowly, the kzinti began to calm himself.
"Aye, captain. You are most likely correct that the Centurion is not behind this sabotage," Rrowl answered. " Forgive me, sir, if I am not ready to decide that the Romulans are still anything but prime suspects for this. If not her, it could easily be one of her underlings, sent to discredit her - and thus, the Roomulan Star Empire - and to rekindle hostilities between our governments."
Stardate: 2374.09.06
USS Charon – Mess Hall – 1330 hours
Transport aboard the Charon had gone uneventfully, as far as Rrowl was concerned. He had noticed none of the usual stares that he would typically receive from Starfleet personnel; curious, but unimportant. Quick medical and security scans had been performed, but since he had been the CTO of the Cerberus, and was in excellent health, it was a mere formality.
Rrowl found himself standing with MacTavish and Cameron (OOC: and any other ranking officers I may have missed). Soon, he would have the chance for an emotional reuniting with Captain Gavison, whom he had also served under.
Rrowl's ears flickered in silent mirth; Gavison had never particularly liked him, a feeling that had been mutual. As XO of the Discovery, Gavison had been a nitpicking, pompous, self-important, by-the-book stickler, and Rrowl had gotten the message early on that the kzinti did not fit the man's vision of Starfleet.
Of course, word was that he had drastically changed since those days; the death of his family had scarred him even worse than his face supposedly was. If one believed gossip and reports, Kelsey Gavison was now a spectre of death, existing only to deal misery to the Dominion. If that was indeed the case, Rrowl decided that the two of them might find each other's company much more agreeable this time around.
The doors opened, admitting the command brass of the Charon - Captain Gavison, another human that would be Commander Fletcher, and a brown-furred abomination that had to be the ship's Lyran CTO. Rrowl had prepared himself for the sight of one of his ancestral enemies; for some reason (perhaps the close proximity of the hated Romulans), the sight of the ugly beast prompted a shot of adrenaline, but no no other reaction that Rrowl couldn't control.
The poorly disciplined Lyran, on the other hand, began growling the instant that he spotted Rrowl, and allowed his hand to drift towards his phaser - a motion that was not lost on the kzinti. For his part, Rrowl carefully sniffed the air and raised his muzzle slightly, but otherwise, held his gaze impassively.
Rrowl mimicked the human gesture of a smile, careful to keep his teeth hidden behind his lips, knowing full well that his own mannerisms reflected not only on himself, but on his captain and on his ship. The monkeys seemed to value self control, and over the years, Rrowl had learned to appreciate the value therein. Naturally, he would gladly welcome the opportunity to gut this vermin here and now, but this was neither the time nor the place.
Instead, Rrowl gave a small yawn, and simply stood his ground, awaiting introductions from the two captains.
OOC: Rrowl will not back down should Talon insist on issuing a challenge, but he will refrain from threats of his own until such time.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 21:30:15.
Edited on 2008-07-21 at 21:33:14 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: no hard feelings
nothing personal in my Fletcher post, YeOlde. I know that Talon pushes the envelope of what Klingons would consider bad manners, but this time, he pushed Fletcher a bit too far.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 14:56:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: insubordination
Stardate: 2374.09.06
USS Charon - Bridge – 12:33
Commander Fletcher stared out into the dark of space and allowed his mind to wander to thoughts of escape pods, and more.
Perhaps Miranda was trapped aboard one of these metallic bubbles, herself. Even though he had known for a couple of days at this point, Jonathon's mind refused to fully accept the fact that she was gone. After all, he reasoned, there had been no report of a vessel being dispatched to check the scene for survivors... perhaps there was still a chance.
Of course, he knew that such thoughts were futile. The reason there hadn't been a S&R mission was that there was no point. Had Starfleet had any reason to believe there might have been survivors, a ship would have been dispatched post haste, just as the Charon had been. Miranda was dead; he'd have to accept that fact.
So lost was Jonathon in his own thoughts that, for a moment, he didn't process what Commander Talon was saying.
"SIR!", the Lyran stated forcefully, “I insist on full security details on all survivors. They should be quarantined until a full security and medical sweep is complete. I have assigned details to the Medical Bay, Transporter rooms, and docking bays. We must keep them contained until we find out what happened.”
Try as he might, Jonathon did not particularly like Commander Talon. The Lyran was agressive, impetuous, and brutally cruel. Had he entered the Academy under any other set of circumstances, Jonathon was quite certain he would have washed out long ago - but as it was, he'd apparently been passed through in some sort of misguided attempt at proving the Federation's dedication to species diversity.
Not to say that he wasn't a competant, even brilliant, officer; on their last mission, it had been Talon that had saved the Charon and everyone aboard. Even so, Jonathon knew well that there was a reason the savage Talon had been assigned to this ship - were he lost in battle, Starfleet would not weep.
"Mister Talon," Fletcher answered, "I never suggested that the survivors would not go through security screening. I am aware of the captain's orders. That being said, these people are our comrades, our brethren in arms - these are NOT enemies, nor are they prisoners of war. For God's sake, man, they were assigned the same mission as us! Screen them, ask questions of those that you feel deserve it, keep an eye on those that may warrant it, but they will be treated with the respect that they deserve."
The last was not a question.
Then, it happened. Talon cited that security was his responsibility, and that he would do what he felt was necessary.
Commander Fletcher was normally a reserved, quiet man. Much as he disliked the CTO's mannerisms, he could not argue with the results, so he normally let the Lyran's brutality and general unappealing nature slide. Today, though, the Charon's XO had had enough.
"Belay that nonsense!" he bellowed, coming to his feet from the captain's chair. "You will follow orders, Mister Talon - THAT is what you will do! Computer," Fletcher barked, "how many crew members are currently serving aboard the Charon?"
=/\= The USS Charon currently has fifty-six active crew. =/\= came the computer's feminine reply.
Fletcher leveled his gaze at Talon and spoke in an icy tone. "Short of setting up a force field in the cargo hold and keeping all of the Cerberus' crew prisoner within, how do you propose on keeping full security details on eighty-odd survivors? Will you assign each member of this crew a survivor or two to watch around the clock?"
The Charon's XO cuts off any attempt at a reply.
"Set up your scans. Do your duty. But you make sure to treat these people with respect. Acknowledge my order, Lieutenant Commander, or I will relieve you of your post this instant and have you escorted to the brig. Do I make myself understood?"
OOC: assuming an affirmative reply
"Very well," Fletcher replied. "Get off my bridge, Mister Talon. I don't want to see your face again until you have a complete report on all surviors in your hand."
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 14:50:24.
Edited on 2008-07-21 at 17:28:00 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: kitty
I still owe a Rrowl post.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 20:16:52.
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Topic: FREEDOM
Subject: hoody hoo!
Congratulations!
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 20:15:15.
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Topic: BIG NEWS
Subject: encouragement
I'm a conservative fuddy duddy, so I'd feel better if you were 20 and married. But as for 20 being too young?
Well, my wife was 17 when our first child was born. *shrug* We married young (not because of the baby, thank you very much!), and were plannign to wait a bit for kids.
Didn't happen that way, but I wouldn't change it.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 18:17:24.
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Topic: Site slowdows revisited
Subject: getting much better...
I've found a several bad, slow queries that were really slowing the server down. They have been corrected.
some do remain, but you can already see the difference. 
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 17:43:02.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: oh, and Grugg...
The merry go round rocks.
Don't forget it.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 15:04:34.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 19:16:03 by t_catt11
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Topic: weird post count glitch?
Subject: posts go up, posts go down
Posts go up when you post, go down when they are deleted.
Novel idea.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 14:18:19.
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Topic: weird post count glitch?
Subject: humph
Relax.
Query is better now. somoe people may see a drop in their post counts - I had it remove posts in deleted threads from the count (didn't always happen before).
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 14:13:38.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: spell list
Check your PM again, Brianna - you don't have to give me a prepared spell list. I allow mages to swap spells, within reason, without penalty.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 13:19:28.
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Topic: weird post count glitch?
Subject: relax
I'm doing some database optimization, and apparently, I have the query a bit off.
I'll get it right.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 13:16:25.
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Topic: Howdy.
Subject: sweet
Welcome to the Inn! We're always VERY glad to see new DMs, especially those who like to bring their own flavor to things.
Take a look around, make yourself at home. If you're looking to run a game, the best way to get started is to post to the recruitment forum.
Glad to have you.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 18:48:07.
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Topic: VALIMAR IS BACK!
Subject: dude!
Welcome back!
Also, moved this to the correct area of the forum. 
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:50:11.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: well...
...is this one dead, folks?
I understand how we can get lost in the flood of updates, but this is unusual for even our slow game to go this long without a post from any of the three remaining players.
Are we done, here?
If so, I can wrap up an eplilogue post. Let me know.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:43:19.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: recent photo shoot
Took the kids over to a local botanical gardens a couple of weeks ago. Here are a couple.
Caleb
Emily... man, she is getting too big!
Noah on a bench
Noah and a bubble
Noah on the bridge
More bubbles
All three
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 17:16:44.
Edited on 2008-07-17 at 17:45:34 by t_catt11
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Topic: BIG NEWS
Subject: hey, hey!
Woot!
Congrats!
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 16:58:04.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: fyi, regarding cold
The cave was not cold, at least, not compared to what lies outside of the compound.
The compound itself is not cold. The observatory and the garage are the only locations you have been to so far that are fairly cold, due to the lack of insulation in those rooms. They are still much warmer than the killing cold outside.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 20:38:42.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: okay, wounded guy moved...
You guys are back in the comm center. Johannsen has managed to stabalize Lee, but he's far from fit fighting shape.
Another quick update on all team members...
CPL Hatherford: MIA. Status unknown.
CPL Hart: MIA. Status unknown.
LT Kernan: minimal cold damage.
WO Blake: minimal cold damaage, minimal combat damage.
SGT Lee: Unconscious, seriously wounded from combat damage(also minimal cold damage). Will wake up, but hard to say how soon.
PFC Pearson: Critically wounded from combat damage (also mild cold damage)
SSG Kane: mild cold damage.
CPL Johannsen: Critically wounded from combat damage (also mild cold damage).
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 19:11:25.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: retreat!
May 9th, 2025 - 0246
Hallway outside of the Observatory, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
It soon becomes apparent that Kane's assessment that Johannsen and Pearson are "injured but able to function" proves to be a bit of an overassaessment - the big man and the medic are both barely able to stand, much less pick up or drag the injured Sergeant Lee. Frustrated, Kane realizes that he will have to be the one to move the dying ranger.
Humiliatingly, the fire team leader also realizes that he is far from over the effects of the stench - he nearly drops the unconscous man as severe nausea overtakes him, forcing him to throw up all over the floor of the cave.
Soon, though, he manages to drag the unconscios form of Lee out of the cave and back into the hallway, where the stench is noticeably less prominent. Johannsen realizes that she is running our of time to act, and motions to Kane to allow her to treat the fallen man.
While she works to stabalize Lee, Kernan and Blake arrive. Soon, she declares the man fit to be moved, allowing Kernan and Kane to carry him back to the comm center.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 19:08:45.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: drunken fools!
Tal'Anor snorts in derision at the pirates' lack of discipline. "I suppose they must feel quite fierce when they attack drowning merchants. Look at them now," he spits in disgust. "Drinking and celebrating their murderous plunder!"
He turns to En'Aranthea. "Cousin, let us take them now, while they are stewing in their drink. We will handle them easily, and if the gods are with us, Varuna will not need to salve his conscience over the deaths of these fools. We can take the guard easily, and over power the rest."
He then glances at the mage. "Of, for that matter, Val can bind them with her enchantment, can she not? If your spell is powerful enough to affect them all, " he addresses the caster, "then we will have no need of violence!"
"What say you?" the paladin asks eagerly.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 17:17:08.
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