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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: whooops!
 sorry I missed that, Vanny. Yes, Charlie has access to the roster. Also, see my earlier post - there was a printed duty roster in one of the bunkrooms, plus a greaseboard with a shift rotation written there.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 14:22:18.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: whoops!
Tann, moved your post to the right thread (you had it in Guiding Light Q&A).
Well, since you guys ARE rangers, I'd say they exist in the game's timeframe.  Last time you were there (less than a day ago) Fort Benning was alive and well.
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 22:39:53.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: post soon...
I'll be posting soon. Please let me point out that the lighthouse is stone. The wooden structure is the tower the pirates have constructed.
No danger of the pirates burning you alive inside the lighthouse!
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 20:55:19.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: forbidden?
Okay, you twisted my arm. Here are a couple more recent pics.
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:07:33.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: wound update
Just a quick update on health...
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, mild combat damage.
SSG Kane: mild cold damage.
CPL Johannsen: mild cold damage.
SGT Lee: minimal cold damage.
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:04:28.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: friendly fire?
May 9th, 2025 - 0046
Observatory, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
Shots ring out from the two soldiers, and Hart is clipped by one of the rounds.
Lieutenant Kernan calls down for the soldiers to stand down as the team takes cover. "U.S. Army personnel. Stand down. I repeat; lay down your arms, you are firing on friendlies. Army ranger squad gamma-five-five deployed for your assistance!"
The shots momentarily stop, but then, one of the men calls out. "Who are you trying to kid, pal? Everyone knows there haven't been ranger units for ten years, at least. Stick your head back in here, and I'll take it off for you!"
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 15:00:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: agreed
The first time, you might have to authorize with it, but from then on, it should simply recognize you.
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 14:29:01.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: nah
I plan to post today. Just got behind due to vacation and holidays.
Posted on 2007-12-06 at 14:27:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: yup
Timestamps are CRITICAL. When you get eight or ten people playing, and they are running at diofferent times of day, in differnet parts fo the ship, timestamps cannot be optional.
I'm happy to help with the logbook, but you gotta do your own timestamps on the posts! 
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 21:05:10.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: all aboard!
We own the Polar Express (I think? We own so many DVDs!). I feel like it is a good movie... just don't look too closely at the characters' eyes.
And suspend your disbelief. If you can do both of the above, it's a holiday classic.
If not... well, yeah. A tad weird.
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 18:23:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: coooool
Makes me feel better to have more exact numbers... for some reson, I was thining the crew was a good bit larger. Now, I see that she holds a complement of 228 overall (40 officers, 188 enlisteds).
D'oh!
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 15:56:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: breakdown
Eol's department breakdown shows 40 personnel designated as security/tactical.
My thought on this was something like the following:
CTO: Lt. Commander Rrowl
aCTO: Lt/Lt(jg) NPC
TO: Ensign (NPC)
TO: Ensign (NPC)
SEC: Lt. Valberg
aSEC: Lt(jg) NPC
SO: Ensign (NPC)
SO: Ensign (NPC)
And the rest as enlisteds... maybe ten of then dedicated tactical, the other 22 as dedicated security.
This is loosey-goosey right now; for instance, there is probably room to wriggle in one more ltjg or ensign for either department. The one thing I see is that this puts us kinda short on manpower, if you look at it closely - 40 SEC/TAC out of 1000 seems slim. It may not be possible to follow Rrowl's order about double watches if this is all the personnel we have... there would hardly be enough bodies to stand watch, even if they did so constantly. Start considering 8 hour shifts, and we get very short.
Hrm.
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 14:24:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: delayed welcome
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Transporter Room 2 – 1010 hours
Adrenaline drove Rrowl to the transporter room where, to their credit, he found a small detachment of armed security personnel, led by a tall, blonde male lieutenant. Try as he might, the kzinti felt the battle rage flowing through his veins in a way that it had not done for some time. Allies or not, Romulans had been – and as far as he could tell, always would be – enemies of his people. His instincts cried to him to charge into the transporter room and cut down the filth as they materialized, and it took every fiber of his discipline not to act on them.
Instead, he managed to keep his voice to a feral growl, rather than the roar of hate he so longed to loose. “Have your team cover them well, Lieutenant Valberg. If the Romulans hint at treachery, I expect them to be reduced to ash on the spot.”
OOC: no response needed, but make one if you wish
The contingent materialized, and unsurprisingly, the Romulans acted every bit the condescending, arrogant slime that Rrowl expected. The pointed comment about an honor guard caused the kzinti’s already heated blood to boil, and he entertained notions of ripping out her throat, of bathing in her blood. The little man to her side attempted to intimidate him - here, on his own vessel! - and had they been on a kzinti ship, Rrowl would have immediately thrown down a challenge. However, this was a federation vessel, and for whatever reason, the powers that be had decided that the Cerberus somehow needed these hateful bastards, and so, he simply seethed in his own hatred. Fortunately, Captain MacTavish interceded, handling introductions diplomatically, while managing to not allow any loss of face. Had Rrowl been in a more agreeable mood, he’d have found extreme humor in the very though of MacTavish serving as the voice of cool in any situation.
Rrowl allowed his temper to settle a bit as the Captain finished verbal sparring with the Romulan, though when addressed by the Captain, he was quick to answer.
“Et’s no’ a big ship, Centurion, nor is et some bloody hotel on Risa,” MacTavish rumbled in reply, slowly turning to regard Sienae, “I’m sure yer lads’re more’n capable o’ shootlin’ their own gear ta their bunks an’, should they wander aboot where they’re no’ s’posed ta be, Lieutenant Commander Rrowl an’ Lieutenant Valberg’s crew’ll be keen ta set ‘em back on course.”
His gaze panned toward the looming kzinti; “Would tha’ be a proper assumption, Mester Rrowl?”
Cerberus’ TAC allowed his teeth to be bared in a frightening parody of a smile. “That would be correct, captain. We will be happy to ensure that the centurion’s crew do not become lost.”
The captain secured communications for the Romulans before turning back to Rrowl.
Mester Rrowl,” he said, turning now, and continuing out of the transporter room, “When ye’ve finished wi’ wha’ ye need ta do, I’ll see ye in me ready room.”
“Aye, sir,” Rrowl replied as the anger slowly simmered away to be replaced by watchfulness. “I will finish with Lieutenant Valberg, then join you immediately.”
Before long, the room was empty. “Walk with me please, lieutenant,” he addressed the new security chief.
OOC: assuming he does…
“Mister Valberg,” Rrowl began, “As you may have noticed, I do not trust Romulans. I detest them. I would rather remove my tail than serve alongside them.”
He paused for a moment. “But I have no choice. That does not mean I will blindly allow them to roam this ship. I want security watches at critical systems – engineering, life support, shields, weapons, the bridge – doubled at all times. It would seem that the Romulans will be required access to engineering for their cargo, but under no other circumstances are they to be granted access to any critical systems. If they make an attempt to do so, detain them immediately; kill them if necessary.”
OOC: any interjects, responses
The orders continued. “Get with operations, and configure a security terminal to keep tabs on each member of the contingent at all times through their commbadges. I want to know where they are at all hours of the day and night. If one makes his dirt, I want to know it. Do you understand me?”
OOC: any answer
“Very well,” Rrowl snarled. “Welcome aboard the Cerberus, lieutenant.”
With that, Rrowl left Valberg to his duty – he was more than interested to see what the captain had in mind.
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 22:17:25.
Edited on 2007-12-04 at 22:18:07 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: kay
um... welcome! 
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 21:01:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: MIA Rrowl
Sorry, I will endeavor to post today - I have been out of town, y'see.
I agree with our intrepid captain regarding rank and such. If you go by the various televised series, department heads are usually lieutenants... in rare cases, even jg lieutenants.
Now, that can change over time, of course, and it's not unheard of by any means for a lieutenant commander to be a department head - but this would usually happen on bigger ships. Seeing as how our respective crew compliments are small, and how the Cerberus' CO is only a commander himself, I'd expect her to be a somewhat junior staff, service time-wise.
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 14:40:22.
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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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