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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: from the shows...
As far as the shows and movies go, it would appear that English (also referred to as Federation Standard) is the standard language, and that idioms and their related misunderstandings are, in fact, widespread.
However, standard Federation issue is the universal translator built into the commbadge. From what we an tell, this is much like warp drive - a technology devised independantly on many cultures, as Romulans, Klingons, and other aliens rarely have difficulty communicating with humans.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 20:36:00.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: wel..
I have her stats and her backstory. I need to fill out the rest of her spell sheet.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 18:21:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Arrival of the WHAT?!?
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Bridge – 0950
As the turbolift door closed behind his new captain, Rrowl realized an odd swelling of pride at the echoes of MacTavish’s words. The Scot had spoken in terms of confidence in the kzinti’s abilities, and the Cerberus’ new TAC felt himself loathe to prove her commander wrong.
The fact that MacTavish had left the bridge to Rrowl’s command was a bit of a formality, seeing as he was the ranking officer present, and none of the current company was a line officer. Still, the big felanoid felt a small thrill at being placed in charge, even while in drydock – over the span of his career, such occasions had been fairly rare, despite his experience. Quite a few times, Rrowl had served a duty watch under the command of a lower ranking officer viewed by command as having the potential to one day be a captain; the kzinti was well aware that there were few in Starfleet who felt that way about him. It was not something he dwelled on, however – if his lot was to always be a warrior in service of another, so be it.
The pull of the Cerberus’ tactical systems was too much for Rrowl to resist, and using the logic that sitting in the command chair would quickly grow boring, the TAC instead made his way across the bridge to what would be his customary post. As expected, the computer challenged Rrowl’s authorization, requiring him to give a security code and a retinal scan to gain access. These were quickly dispensed with, and momentarily, the console hummed to life under the touch of the kzinti.
Rrowl spent the next short while familiarizing himself with the various interfaces and commands, then began to customize the terminal to his own preferences. Lost in appreciative thought, he at first missed the statement by the young human woman currently sitting the operations console.
“Commander,” she repeated, “We are being hailed by the shuttle Lewis. Lieutenant Valberg requests permission to beam aboard.”
Rrowl nodded at the red-haired lieutenant as he recognized the name of the man designated to be the ship’s Chief of Security. “Very well, lieutenant. Permission granted,” he answered.
As the ops lieutenant relayed the message, Rrowl glanced up from his terminal at the skeleton crew on the bridge. Aside from himself, the operations officer, and an engineering tech currently working at the science II station, the only other person on the bridge was a dark-skinned human male at the helm. Rrowl almost felt sorry for him – if the kzinti had feared boredom in the captain’s chair, how much more for a young officer stationed at the helm while docked? However, Starfleet regulations were very specific – at no time, as long as a ship was under power, was the helm to be vacant, even if for only a moment. It was a wise rule, Rrowl knew, though one that often made for a very long watch.
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A short time later, as Rrowl was finishing up some calibrations on the forward torpedo firing systems, a proximity alarm sounded. “Commander!” exclaimed the operations lieutenant. “Romulan Warbird decloaking at close range!”
Even as she spoke, the viewscreen revealed the shimmer of one of the hated vessels in extreme proximity to the Cerberus. Rrowl’s ears laid flat on his head as he resisted the urge to raise the shields and begin firing. Although he knew well that the Romulans were supposed to be the Federation’s allies now, he also knew well their history of treachery. Paper alliance be damned, Rrowl thought sourly as he locked the torpedoes on the enemy vessel in a precautionary measure.
“What are these kshati doing here?” the TAC demanded in a growl.
“They are hailing us, commander,” the lieutenant spoke.
“Onsceen,” Rrowl nodded.
“I’m sorry, commander,” the lieutenant replied. “The transmission is audio only.”
=/\= USS Cerberus, =/\= came the voice over the communications channel. =/\= This is the Kalad. The Romulan contingent is ready to beam over immediately. =/\=
The kzinti tactical officer’s tail began to swish violently back and forth. “Kalad, this is Lieutenant Commander Rrowl of the Cerberus. Stand by.” The last was spat in a menacing tone.
“Lieutenant, cut communications,” Rrowl ordered. After her nod, he slapped the intercom. “Bridge to Captain MacTavish! Captain, a Romulan warbird has decloaked within threatening range and demanded to be allowed to beam a contingent aboard this vessel!”
OOC: Captain’s response…
Rrowl’s eyes widened in anger and disbelief, and his teeth were fully bared. He had vowed to kill as many of these cursed beings as he was physically able, and here, Starfleet would deny him that right due to this foolish alliance! Any fool could see that these vermin would turn on the Federation as soon as it yielded any benefit for them to do so!
“Understood, captain,” Rrowl responded bitterly. “Rrowl out.”
He would follow orders – his vow to the Federation took precedence over his vow of blood; Rrowl understood that. But by the Patriarch’s own claws, he would not be foolish about it! Eyes narrowed in anger, he keyed the intercom. “Security alert!” he bellowed. “I want a full armed detachment to transporter room two immediately, or by the blood of the first, I will have your ears!”
Sourly, he glanced at the two officers seated at their stations. “What are your names?” he demanded.
The operations lieutenant answered first. “Dixon, sir. Lieutenant Amy Dixon.” Despite the fact that she was a female, and that the angry kzinti dwarfed her, the human showed no fear or hesitation – Rrowl admired that.
“Ca…Carter, sir. Ensign Tyrone Carter,” cam the reply from the helmsman. He hesitated, looked intimidated. Rrowl was less pleased with him.
“Listen to me,” the chief tactical officer spoke. “I will join security in the transporter room in the event of some treacherous plot. Lieutenant Dixon, you have the bridge. Man the TAC station – if that vessel so much as flinches, fire every forward torpedo through their bridge without hesitation, then get the shields up! Do you understand?”
The fair-skinned woman blanched a bit, but nodded. “Aye, sir,” she replied as she moved to comply.
“Good,” Rrowl answered. “Ensign Carter, if it comes to shooting, take immediate evasive maneuvers. Get this vessel out of harm’s way!” The kzinti saw the man draw breath to argue, but the senior officer immediately cut him off. “I am well aware that we are moored, ensign! If we are forced to fire, rip the moorings out! Better to repair them later than to lose lives now. Do you understand?”
The ensign nodded and replied meekly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good,” Rrowl replied. “Give me ninety seconds, then inform the Romulans that they may beam over.”
With that, the TAC stalked to the turbolift, stepped inside, and ordered the lift to deck six.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 17:49:53.
Edited on 2007-11-21 at 17:54:56 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: there's always...
...castor oil. If you can stand the side effects, it is supposedly as effective as anything outside of IV drugs to induce labor.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 15:12:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: well sure...
...I think that goes without saying.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 14:46:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: going off of what I know...
Dragon Mistress, if'n it's alright with you, I'm gonna push your post back down the timeline an hour or so, max, to give the new security chief time to board the Cerberus - and involve him in the romulan arrival.
Normally, I wouldn't presume, but I already ran the timeline of "security chief arrives just before romulans" with the GM yesterday, back when you only had one post, and it didn't have a time attached. 
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 14:38:01.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: huh
We did the bumpy road thing (potholes, anyone?) with the first two. Personal relations, you name it.
They were both born more than a week late, anyway.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 14:32:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: no argument, here!
Oh, absolutely!  I'm not at all trying to come down on Dragon Mistress, or on anyone else.
The thing is, on things like this, unless the GM decides that there should be an exception made, we try to set up some standards - not the smallest reason being that I base the trek tools off of information we deem to be canon.
If you take a look at the roster, you'll note that we have rank patches set up for everyone. I have no graphic for a sub-centurion, you see.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 20:37:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: ranks...
There are a million websites out there. Usually, we try to refer back to canon information wherever possible.
A fantastic reference for such things is Memory Alpha - the star trek wiki.
Their ranks follow the ones I posted, except with the addition of Uhlan, which Eol had pointed out was omitted.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 20:20:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: sure...
...and for that matter, you could easily come aboard now while we are at SB10.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 18:45:22.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: moving right along...
13th Pfier (Valday), 452 E.R.
Edge of the dunes
The group makes their way across the dunes towards the lighthouse, which stands alone on a rocky promontory. Several hundred yards away, you can see the wooden tower constructed by the pirates, but at the moment, no movement is visible around it. Fortunately, the terrain between the lighthouse and the tower is broken by several large dunes - the kind that have apparently been here for some time, judging by the vegetation sprouting from them.
The lighthouse itself stands close to sixty feet tall, and is contructed of grey stone. A quick patrol reveals no pirates - or living things larger than birds - in the immediate vicintiy. An oaken door stands open in the front of the lighthouse itself, permitting easy access the the interior.
DM's note: assuming that you will want to explore...
The ground level consists of several rooms, the first of which is an entry hall - furnished with a table under which sit four pairs of boots. Several coat hooks sit empty in the wall.
There is a kitchen and dining area, as well as a pantry, also on the first floor. The pantry has been cleaned out of any usable supplies, and the kitchen cupboards are bare; all cooking an eating utensils ahev been stolen.
Following the stairs up, you find several empty rooms. One is a bedroom containing an adult sized bed and a bookshelf, the contents of which are scattered across the floor. Another is a workshop of some sort, with the sort of tools one would expect to find in the possession of a glassblower. Most of the items here are broken or badly damaged.
There is a sitting room, with two comfortable chairs and a small bag full of knitting supplies on the ground. Lastly, you discover the master bedroom. A double bed dmominates this room, and a wardrobe stands open and empty. A night table lies on its side, and clothes are strewn everywhere. The smell of death hangs heavy in the air - due obviously to the body of a woman that lies in the corner of the room. A large, dark brown stain covers the ground under the body.
Still more stairs lead up, to another floor. The first room you discover is an empty storage room (nothing inside but broken crates). Next is a playroom, with wooden toys scattered on the ground. Also are two heartbreaking discoveries - two children's bedrooms, each also heavy with the scent of death. Much like the master bedroom below, the wardorbes are emptied of their clothing (which lies scattered across the floor), and both contain rotting bodies. The younger child (perhaps six years of age) lies dead among scattered toys, the older (perhaps twelve) beneath a pile of his own clothing.
The top floor of the lighthouse houses the lamp itself; not surprisingly, broken glass shards of the mirrors lie scattered across the floor. The lighthouse lamp is damaged beyond repair, and any oil that may have been stored here has been carried away.
The lighthouse is, in short, a scene of desolation, despair, and death.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 17:39:29.
Edited on 2007-11-20 at 17:45:58 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: charon posts
I believe the Charon is en route to Ds9 right now. That crew has been together for some time, as opposed to the Cerberus, which is newly staffing.
To my knowledge, we are posting to the one game thread only. Brom may want to do it differently, and if so, that's fine - we can always move a post to the other thread, if need be.
I am pretty sure that you need to flesh out your character a bit before you post, though I have no doubt anythign you do will be just fine.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 17:08:15.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: easy
you scare us baaaad! 
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 16:51:30.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: observation of a non player...
...you guys are kilt. 
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 16:40:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: whaaaat?
Just because you played the best Chief Engineer I've ever played with?
Nobody said you had to play. I mean, sure, I grovelled, begged, debased myself, and would gladly do it again, but it's okay.
Really.
*sniff*
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 15:26:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: crew needs
Here's what I see right now as real needs for the Cerberus:
a Chief Engineer
a Chief Science Officer
I see these as "really nice to have":
a Chief Operations Officer
a Chief Medical Officer
a Security Chief
Naturally, we have room for TONS more players. Just my two cents.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:52:50.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: inappropriate?
Not at all. I think that we all know Charlie is nonconformist... and even if she wasn't, I can't see the harm in her having her own opinion about the issue (real people would).
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:47:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: an offer to help!
If I can be of any help, Sui, let me know. Eol's better than me on tech specifications, but I challenge anyone to a duel of overall Trek-geedom! 
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:21:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: a note on romulan ranks...
...I also have had no luck in finding names for romulan ranks.
However, I have not found any canon info citing the "Sub-Centurion" rank. From what I have found, it goes like this (lowest to highest):
Sub-Lieutenant
Lieutenant
Centurion
Sub-Commander
Commander
Admiral
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:20:34.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: valid points, all
Tann was using the info available to him - which, Vanadia correctly points out (and I had not thought of, myself!) that no one would have a real idea of the extent of the cold damage.
We can discuss this in circles, but I will back Tann up on this - while there certainly is more than one way to look at this situation, Kane by no means handled it wrong. I can't say for any certainty that he did NOT handle it 100% correct. The only thing that really should have possibly influenced Kane's decision was the fact that only two rangers had recognizable combat damage... and again, even I hadn'r realized I was metagaming the cold damage knowledge.
After medical care, Hatherford is nowhere close to being unable to stand a watch; can't say the sarge did wrong.
 glad we're keeping this in the Q&A, not in game!
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:16:09.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: well...
...the enlisteds get the short end of the stick, usually. So unless Kernan sees compelling reason to countermand Kane's order, it likely stands.
Blake could pull rank on Kane, as well, but as we discussed, she is not technically a part of this chain of command.
Truth be told, the medic's attention did you combat woundeds a WORLD of good, as referenced in my last status post. However, I was remiss in not posting a new one. Here it is!
LT Kernan: minimal cold damage.
PFC Pearson: mild cold damage.
WO Blake: minimal cold damaage, minimal combat damage.
CPL Hatherford: mild cold damage, mild combat damage.
CPL Hart: mild cold damage
SSG Kane: mild cold damage
CPL Johannsen: mild cold damage
SGT Lee: minimal cold damage
I am ruling that some of the cold fatigue is gone. A full night's sleep gets it all, but the kind GM is allowing some to go away, regardless.
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 22:44:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: TAC assuming duty
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Deck 3 – 0934
In a considerably better mood, Rrowl stepped out into the corridor, the door behind him closing with a metallic whoosh. The Cerebrus’ new tactical chief hadn’t bothered to unpack, settling instead with casually tossing his duffel down upon the surprisingly satisfactory bed he found in his quarters. The kzinti’s tail twitched in a gesture of appreciation; it was almost unheard of for him to find a bunk wide enough for his girth, a fact that had resulted in more than one night spent curled up on the floor of his quarters as a proper size was requisitioned. Later, he would go about settling in, but for now, he was anxious to go on and get the security registration process out of the way. Steamrunners were warships, pure and simple, and Rrowl was ready to get a firsthand feel of the capabilities of his new assignment.
The ship was rather empty at this point, with a large portion of the crew apparently yet to report. Not surprisingly, that fact didn’t bother the kzinti in the least; he had learned to tolerate the company of humans, to even enjoy it in some cases, but most of the time, he preferred to be left alone. Rrowl had earned the respect of humans everywhere he had served, but made few friends; his own outlook was simply too different for most to feel comfortable around the big felanoid.
The new TAC officer reached the turbolift and ordered it up two decks, where he intended to examine his new duty station. His ears flickered slightly – he knew that, provided Jack MacTavish wasn’t already making the rounds – and making everyone’s lives miserable – Rrowl would likely find him close to the seat of his new command. MacTavish was probably as close to a friend as Rrowl had; he and the gruff Scotsman had spent many an hour sparring back when both served aboard the Discovery, and MacTavish had earned the kzinti’s respect as a warrior then, and later several times over during missions. If he had ever been intimidated by Rrowl’s size or physical prowess, the man had never showed it, and had given as good as he got more than once. The kzint’s ears flickered mirthfully as he recalled just how much of a dirty fighter Jack MacTavish was – which was naturally necessary when sparring an opponent half a foot taller and more than a hundred pounds of muscle heavier.
Quite frankly, Rrowl owed a great deal of his success as a Starfleet officer directly to Jack MacTavish, and the kzinti knew it. In the early years of his career, Rrowl had been viewed as an unquestionably brave, unquestionably competent warrior – but one with a simple lack of tactical imagination or understanding. He had been rightfully stamped as a typical kzinti – master of ambush, of the infamous “scream and leap” strategy, but incapable of anything more.
MacTavish, by example, had taught Rrowl that there was more to combat than strength or skill alone, that cunning and a well-crafted plan meant as much, or even more in the case of space combat. Working under Jack, first as assistant security chief, then chief of security, and finally, as a tactical officer, a seed was planted, and the kzinti had cultivated it.
No longer was he one dimensional. Rrowl had earned this assignment, and he knew it. Now, with the combat that would surely await them all, he would prove this fact to MacTavish, to Starfleet, to himself.
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The door hissed open in time for Rrowl to almost run directly into the still gold-collared MacTavish. “Commander!” Rrowl exclaimed, coming to attention. “Er, rather, Captain MacTavish.”
OOC: any response…
Rrowl glanced around the almost empty bridge. “Lieutenant Rrowl, reporting for duty, sir. And if I may say so, I am pleased to be doing so.”
MacTavish would almost certainly have caught the hidden meaning behind those words – Rrowl believed in doing his duty, and would never question a commanding officer directly, but there were perhaps a handful of officers he would actually describe as being “pleased” to serve under. The kzinti’s statement was meant to reflect deep respect.
OOC… any response…
The moment of seriousness passed, Rrowl took the slight opening to prod an old comrade a bit – at least, as much as one could prod one’s captain. “Still in the gold, captain? I was unaware that uniform code had changed, sir. I would have expected command red on you.” Only the very tips of the kzinti’s ears twitched at all; a casual observer might have mistaken the motion as a reflex reaction to the bridge’s ventilation system.
OOC… Jack’s take…
Rrowl nodded. “I trust you have more important concerns at the moment, captain, so I will keep you no longer. I wish to run a diagnostic on our systems, and then need to attend to my department’s roster. If you need me, sir, I will either be here on the bridge, or in my office.”
The kzinti gave a salute, then moved out of MacTavish’s way en route to the TAC station. Sure that no one was looking, he allowed his teeth to be bared for a moment.
Ah, the tales we will tell when this cruise is done!
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 17:53:03.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: gobble, gobble!
A little fun photoshop thingy for Thanksgiving.
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:57:12.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: fun, fun, fun!
I am going off of the previous marching order I had, unless someone tells me differently.
Please note that all of you have recovered some of the cold damage. Not all - that would have required a full night's rest. Six hours broken by watches does not count as such.
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:54:31.
Edited on 2007-11-19 at 16:55:10 by t_catt11
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: You just thought things were about to make sense!
May 9th, 2025 - 0034
Barracks, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
The night passes without incident, with the military's infamous prepacked food the only hazard encountered. The sleep gained is not enough to fully restore you, but the borrowed bunks are far better than nothing - and the short rest is not at all out of the ordinary for what a ranger team is accustomed to enduring.
Shortly after midnight, Georgia time, everyone is up and ready to go.
Kernan relates the earlier discovery of the bloodstains and other battle signs, and soon, the entire team is witness to them en route to the observatory.
The hall to the observatory is somewhat odd; there are actually two sets of doors that must be openend to enter the room. This is by design, of course - when the domed ceiling is open, it can get insanely cold, and the second door was built as sort of an "airlock" against the elements.
When the second door is opened, further strangeness is triggered. The first - and most obvious - sign that somethign is wrong is the fact that the dark, heavy bloodstains stop completely, as if the bodies that were being drug simply vanished into thin air. Despite the indications on the floor that the bodies were copiously leaking fluid, there is not a simgle drop within the observatory itself.
Speaking of the observatory, you find that the large, domed room is very sparse, compared to the rest of the facility. The chamber is quite cold, and the circular shape fo the room helps to amplify the echoes of any sound.
The domed ceiling is currently closed, and a large telescope points towards the heavens.
The moment you step foot into the room, the sound of automatic weapons fire greets your ears! Two soldiers in U.S. Army garb duck for cover and begin firing bursts at you!
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:53:00.
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