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Topic: Carrot Undead
Subject: yeppers
LOVE the zombie veggie! Very cool stuff.
Heh... the link to F.U. Grandma was fun, too.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 20:23:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: there ya go.
One Fletcher post.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 19:59:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Fletcher, finally
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Fletcher's Quarters – 20:41
After a final review, the Charon's XO saved his report on the day's fact-finding mission to the Bajoran temple to his PADD and called up the latest sector intel data. Not normally one to dwell too heavily on the minutia of battles and ship movements over which he had no control, Jonathon was all too happy to turn hs mind to mundane figures after the afternoon's activities.
Shilotte had been, in a word, unsettling. Commander Fletcher knew that he had been a very influential leader in Bajoran society before the war, and that he still maintained a wide net of contacts. In the officer's opinion, though, the man had slipped down the road in fanaticism. The memory of Shilotte's wide, piercing eyes, and raving proclomations was a rather unsettling one.
In the end, though, Shilotte had proven to be in possession of intel that might be useful - and he of course had been willing to part with it for the right price. If the Bajoran's information was correct (and Jonathon had no reason to doubt that it was not), there were indeed some interesting personnel being held at the target facility. The piercing eyes made themselves remembered again, and the XO redoubled his efforts to concentrate ont he report at hand.
He was understandably a bit behind on this report - the past week or so had been more than eventful - so it took some time to wade through all of the information. The general feeling that Jonathon got from the cold facts on the screen was that things were not going well for the Federation. The war had been too long already, and the losses too high, and there seemed no end in sight.
Jonathon sat back from the display, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. The joy had gone out of this job, there was no doubt of that. The life of a starfleet officer was never an easy one - there were so very many responsibilites that came with the territory - but it had perks that no other life could hope to match. The chance to discover new worlds, to forge peace between others, to increase the knowledge of all of the galaxy. With the war, the Federation had understandably shifted its focus away to military matters. Fletcher's youthful idealism had burned low years ago, but the war had almost choked it off completely. He was quite cognizant of that fact, and it worried him deeply.
He allowed his thoughts to wander to Miranda - where she might be, what she was doing now. The last he had heard, she'd taken command of the Blackwell, a medical ship, and was working to provide relief to various areas affected by the war. He remembered the day they had graduated the Academy together, and had decided to end the relationship amicably, both of them knowing that they would be career Starfleet officers with little time for a family. They had stayed close through the years, keeping in touch with messages, coordinating the occasional leave date when time and tour of duty permitted. He knew that it had been the right decision, but sometimes, late at night, or when he was feeling especially alone, Jonathon found himself questioning the choice.
Her crooked smile, the shock of her dark hair that would always fall in front of her face, the way that she truly understood how he saw things, and more times than not, felt the same way. She had always been smarter than him, and had proven to be an excellent scientist and officer, and had earned a command of her own much sooner than Jonathon would. He could never begrudge her the success, though; no one had been happier for "Manda" than he.
It had been too long since he'd heard from Miranda; doubtless, her command had her buried in important work, so he'd make a point to send her a message of his own. There would be no shared shore leave anytime soon, but hopefully, he could bring a little of the joy into ther life that she brought him with her messages. It occured to him that if he was going to send a message, he'd better do it soon; once the Charon went through the wormhole, there would be little point in sending a missive; not only would be message be terribly delayed, but security would never allow such a thing.
Fletcher glanced at the chronometer, and seeing that he still had a little over an hour until dinner with Captain, decided that now was as good a time as any. "Computer," he spoke, "record message. Recipient, Captain Miranda Banner, USS Blackwell."
There was a pause as the computer looked up the frequency information for the vessel in question. =/\= Error, =/\= the computer spoke. =/\= No active vessel found by that name. =/\=
"What?" Jonathon wondered aloud. Irritated, Jonathon made a mental note to complain to Commander Jones about this issue. Carefully, he annunciated the name again. "Captain Miranda Banner, computer. USS Blackwell, the medical vessel. Registration NCC-58931."
This time, there was no delay in the response. =/\= The USS Blackwell is no longer an active Starfleet vessel. No message can be sent to this ship. =/\=
Suddenly, Fletcher felt an icy knot of terror form in the pit of his stomach. He returned to the intel report and ran a query against it. There it was, in block letters.
Stardate 2374.08.27
USS Blackwell, NCC-58931, destroyed by Dominion forces near Aldeus IV. All hands presumed lost.
Stunned, Fletcher sat back into his chair and stared blankly into space.
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USS Charon – Officer's Dining Room – 21:54
Commander Fletcher stood in the hallway just outside of the door for several moments, gathering his emotions. He ached inside, felt as if he had been emptied. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his bed, pull the covers up, and stay there for the next week. The tears hadn't come yet, for some strange reason, though he was sure that they would.
Still, he would not present a simpering face to Captain Gavison. Jonathon might have lost his best friend, but that man had lost his wife and child, and he still managed to do his duty. There would be time for mourning, but that time was not now. He stepped forward, and the doors hissed open.
“I hope your day wasn’t nearly as eventful as mine, Jon,” Kel said, motioning unceremoniously at the seat kitty corner from him. “I’ve ordered Bajoran summer squash and lamber bird with some speckled something-or-other on the side. There’s a nice red wine to go with it as well.”
Flether did his best to offer a grin, but failed miserably. "Eventful enough, I suppose," he gave by way of an answer. The XO took a long pull from his wine before touching the food, which he mostly picked at and pushed around the plate. "No replicator fare tonight, eh?" he asked by way of conversation.
After allowing enough time for social niceties to which Fletcher had to make a conscous effort to contribute more than monosyllables, the captain turned the meeting to business.
“How was your meeting with Shilotte?” he asked.
Flether shook his head and placed a PADD on the table. "Shilotte gives me the heebie jeebies, to be quite honest. I have little doubt that he'd stuff his own mother in an antimatter chanber and call it a divine-mandated sacrifice if he thought it would advance his cause." He paused. "Bad thing is, he'd probably believe he was doing the right thing, too."
As the captain began to examine the data, Fletcher provided commentary. "I don't know where or how he gets his intel, but the word he, he's usually very accurate. Scary accurate, in fact. If the priest is right, we're looking at a handful of cutting-edge science types, as well as a couple of command-level officers, in this group of prisoners. Not sure what they want with them, but it can't be good - otherwise, I don't see them expending the effort to keep them alive."
(OOC: leaving room for questions, conversation, etc, if desired. Otherwise, Jonathon will hit his quarters and drink himself to sleep.)
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 19:40:33.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 19:45:00 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: that reward...
...is the only thing keeping me from scraping him into a wheelbarrow and rolling him back to Dwan.
"Fix him!" Arien cries.
Hehe... reminds me of the Order of the Stick comic where the character undertook a suicidal mission in order to acquire a magical pine tree-shaped air freshener to make it tolerable to roll around with their dead leader's body (they are looking for a cleric to raise him).
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 15:09:14.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 15:13:34 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: death of a comrade
Even as Jal's body crashed to the ground, Arien's brain had unconsciously identified the man as being dead; no mortal could live with the kind of damage that had been inflicted upon the small mage. The knight felt a dull numbness spread through his body and soul, and as the final opportunity for an opening presented itself, he struck, thrusting his blade through the eye and into the brain of the monstrous Green officer.
As the aberration fell dead to the ground, Arien found himself slumping; he was so very tired. The bards that sang of knightly deeds, of heroic tales, never seemed to fully delve into the horror and despair that was battle. Bone weary, aching from the physical punishment he had taken, and reeling from the brutal death of one had had begun to trust as a friend, the heir to House Thedell came dangerously close to giving up. What did it matter? Alloryn was... wrong somehow, there were still more foes... there would always be more foes.
The knight's eyes fixed on the dead face of Jal, and noted that, despite the horrible wounds, the man's expression was oddly peaceful. Realization dawned on Arien. Fool, he chided himself. He gave his life, and you would quit, let his sacrifice be for naught?
"Not while there is still breath in my body," he murmured. Not fully aware of the actions of Char and Kilgim, Arien reached to his belt, unstoppered a potion, and quaffed the entire contents. He ached to tend to Jal, but there was nothing to be done for him now, and there were still enemies to fight.
The knight considered the current combat situation. Maximus and Dapple semeed to have the ground battle well in hand, but the mantis leader concerned him; Arien estimated that he would be of the most use there. Shieldless, and feeling unbalanced due to it, the knight moved to confront the insectoid foe.
"Look to the skies," he called to his comrades. "How can we bring them down?"
Of course, the biggest concern of all was Alloryn. Why was she so dark? What evil was afoot here?
As he moved, Arien called out to her. "Ally! Hear me! It is Arien! How can I help you?"
If I have placed too many actions here, say so, and I'll edit. And I *am* assuming that Arien will be able to fight and move, post-potion; if that is not the case, again, I'll edit. If Kilgim insists that Arien be still long enough for him to heal, Arien will listen, but otherwise, he feels that there is too much still to be done.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 14:19:14.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 14:21:33 by t_catt11
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Topic: Horrors The World Has Never Seen
Subject: Oh, yes...
...smitten you are for that one!
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 13:29:42.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: status...
Adrian: mated but fine?!?  
Good stuff.
If you gotta go, that's as good a way as any, I suppose. Help kill the Big Bad Honcho. Assuming, of course, that Alloryen doesn't turn out to be the Bigger Badder Honcho.
Nice, dramatic kill of Dalmer. Me likey.
Still hate to think of posts with no Jal.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 13:28:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Khhhhaaaaaannnnnnnnn!!!!!!
I have yet to read the post... about to do so... but I'm still hurt to know that Jal is dead. I'll miss his ghost mage stuff.
Mebbe go pay to have him raised?
Nah, he'd rather be with Wynter. **sniff**
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 13:18:09.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: heh
tube
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 13:16:07.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: back to the lighthouse
"Asss you wisssh," the slaa'k warrior speaks. "May Ssshe who Alwaysss Ssstepsss on Ssstonesss aid you in your quessst." The priest and the bladesinger can feel the reptilian eyes following them long after the slaa'kar are no longer visible.
By the time the pair make it back to the lighthouse, darkness has fallen. Tal'Anor tries to conceal his disappointment at the failure to acquire any reinforcements. "Never mind," he speaks bravely. "The rightouesness of our cause will bring our mission to success. Their numbers will only make our victory the more glorious."
Straightening, Oriana's paladin fixes En'Aranthea with his gaze. "Very well, then, cousin... what is our plan of attack?"
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 20:32:48.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: lol
You don't have to rhyme every syllable!
Numerator.
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 19:22:33.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: corrupted minds think alike...
...my first reaction was sh...
Hmm. Let's go with
slit.
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 16:01:46.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: wrogn again! aaaaannnk!
Gruggster, your "vent" was the fifth in the chain. Ergo, it is your turn to start a new one.
Get with the program, man!
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 14:52:41.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: read above
The breaker room is located beneath the power station itself, in the tunnel sublevel. (Next to the water treatment room)
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 14:40:46.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: north lab
May 9th, 2025 - 0223
Auxilliary Laboratory North, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
The fire team steps into what appears to be the site of another battle. The laboratory equipment here has been utterly destroyed; the tables are crushed, and the various instruments are burned, charred, and broken.
Crumpled in the corner of the room is a huge machine, with the appearance of a plastic-like husk suported by numerous tentacles. The main pod of the machine has been shattered, and some sort of greenish organic material from inside it has been strewn about.
A closer examination reveals yet another reality-questioning discovery. Inside of the pod is what can only be the dead body of an alien lifeform.
The creature, were it standing, would easily be half a foot taller than even Segreant Kane; it appears to be very solidly built, certainly weighing well over three hundred pounds. The entire body is covered in green scales, and the face appears quite reptilian - at least, the two thirds of the face that remain appears quite reptilian. The creature wears some sort of garmet loosely resembling overalls. From a belt hangs a holstered pistol, and the handle of what would appear to be a knife extends from the belt, as well, though no blade or sheath seems apparent. Finally, there is a relatively small electronic device here, as well, a small viewscreen with several buttons beneath. What it is supposed to do is not immediately obvious.
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 14:39:54.
Edited on 2008-06-04 at 20:40:13 by t_catt11
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: okay
Thanks for the room order.
As for the wiring and such:
The station has distinct electrical circuits, and the main laboratory is definitely on its own. As stated in the previous post, the machine itself appears to be on a dedicated power feed, apart from even the lab power. In theory, one should be able to trip a circuit breaker. In addition, the power control room should provide another power access point.
So no, it should not be "kill all power or none".
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 14:06:16.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: car door
dent
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 13:33:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: here
Rrowl is here. Nearing a post for Fletcher on Charon.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 19:04:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: hmph
'bout freakin' time. 
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 18:50:49.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: enough
**smites Grugg** I even went to a rhyming dictionary, and discovered that loaf is almost as bad as orange. Unless we allow people's last names, we're not gonna get any more rhymes.
Quit trying to kill the thread! Difficult rhymes are fine. Impossibles irk the webmaster. 
New chain: mint.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 16:37:18.
Edited on 2008-06-03 at 16:37:36 by t_catt11
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Topic: How much are you paying for gas?
Subject: close...
...add in a couple other factors, too.
Refinery companies make less profit on gasoline than they do on diesel, heating oil, and other products - which means they produce less gasoline, whcih means less supply, which means higher prices.
OPEC nations unfriendly to the US have cut their output and refuse to raise it to keep pace with demand. If they were subject to US law, they would be in serious trouble for price fixing, antitrust violations, etc. They are not subject to such laws; sucks to be us.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 16:16:35.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: am I the only one who posts here?
From Netflix this weekend: The Pathfinder.
I wasn't sure what to think of this movie coming in; all I really knew about it was that my local theatre has featured a cardboard cutout display with a guy fighting what looked like a huge monster. So I was figuring it to be some low-budget borderline fantasy flick, and would have passed on it. My son thought said cutout looked very cool, and we ended up putting it on our Netflix list.
Turn out, this movie is actually a bit of a hidden gem. The premise is that a Viking boy of ten, maybe twelve years old survives some sort of shipwreck/disaster and is picked up by an Indian (read: Native American) woman, whose village agrees to allow him to live with them.
Fast forward to his adulthood, and another band of Viking marauders has landed. The young man, who thinks of himself as an Indian, is faced with the terrifying invaders (who are portrayed like monsters... the armor is quite scary, and the warriors are incredibly cruel and brutal), and some choices.
Warning: this film is quite gory; no blood is spared. But the plot is smooth and well told, the acting is good, and everything looks great. If you're looking for an adventure flick, I'd defintiely recommend this one.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 14:48:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: whew!
'bout time you came to your senses, sheep-shagger.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 13:22:46.
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Topic: Salutations
Subject: oi!
They're multiplying! Newbies everywhere!
Welcome to the Red Dragon Inn, Sedda... we're glad to have you. Take a peek at the recruitment forums, that's where you'll find game openings (but I'm guessing you could figure that out for yourself).
Okay, then. Just a plain welcome for ya.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 13:40:54.
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Topic: Greetings and salutations!
Subject: greetz!
Yet another new Innmate from 'Bama... woot! I considered tossing a lot of cornpone-soaked silliness in here, but just couldn't manage to do so this early on a Monday.
Welcome to the Inn... fresh faces are always welcomed, and those that know their way around games tend to find themselves quickly assimilated into our community. If you need something, don't be afraid to ask.
Otherwise... enjoy. 
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 13:21:48.
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