So glad to meet Melody!  So glad to have you active! 

Great suggestion.

Yeah, I'll see abot making this happen.

It was reported to me that the links on a sim's home page didn't work.  Sure enough, the links were bad - this has been resolved.

Does anyone have any suggestions for features that they would like to see me add?

I'm not gonna leave you hanging ont he Ready Room convo. 

You and me both.  Alacrity is one of the absolute best players you'll ever come across, period.  Sadly, he has retired from PBP gaming. 

You know, there is so much chitchat in these Q&A threads when a game is going well that I fear people may miss important updates.

Here is such an update: I plan to be fairly aggressive in the pace of this game.  I think that, in the past, one of my failings has been that I try to let things sit too long, so that everyone can post.  So one game day ends up taking weeks to resolve; your busy posters get multiples up, your slower posters start to feel overwhelmed and never put anything up, and the story just hangs.

So this time around, expect to see me march things forward.  I'm going to probab;y have us launch from the Starbase today.  If you missed a conversation that you were planning to post - no worries!  Do a backpost. 

But I'm not going to let the main story sit idle while we do those posts.

Thoughts?

Thanks, Eol!

OOC: I am NPCing Artie for the time being, as Bud is unavailbale to play for a bit. 

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Artie grinned at Jackie the jackobot's sense of humor; it was blatantly obvious that this sad group of unqualified Reds was nowhere near "superior" to such a long lived servant of Friend Computer.  Nor was it the fault of the ever logical robot that these trobleshooters were too stupid to follow simple instructions.  They KNEW that they didn't have a mission number, why try to sneak by with a team number?  Hopefully, they would learn the value of safe, predictable logic via electrical charge.

The Tech Services clone was less than enthused about the choice of the brash, loudmouthed military clone as the pilot; nobody had bothered to ask if Artie could drive (which he could).  But then, what did one really expect from such an impulsive, illogical group as this? 

Ah, well.  At least the Hoverbot was quite freind;y and helpful.  Artie was eager to try out this new conveyance.  If all went well, perhaps the streets would soon be filled with friendliness hoverbots as an upgrade over boring autocars!

"Come, let us board!" Artie exclaimed.  "How about another song to help with morale?  Hmmm, what rhymes with 'hoverbot', I wonder?" 

Thanks for doing the logbook!  I'll try to help out like I should be doing.

What browser and OS are you using?  That might impact things.  Maybe.

I'm not seeing that.

, I'm not saying those are bad.  It's just a different style of game.

In a lot of D&D games, death is an annoyance.  It costs you cash, time, maybe constitution. 

In my game, death means the end of the line unless you are a MAJOR hero. 

I prefer the heigtened risk of the latter, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the former.

Sounds like a plan!

Yeah, it would make a lot of sense to just use the counselor's office.  Waste not, and so on and so forth.

> And if it isn't, then what kind of establishment is this?! Kith will just be irritated.

People who worship the goddess of the harvest and having babies aren't going to be dwelling on people who create undead abominations.  Sorry you're irritated. 

Also, let me point something out - I try to present Audalis as a "realstic" fantasy world in my games.  So while you may play other D&D games where there are temples on every corner who will fix your boo boos for a few silvers, my games aren't like that. 

Gib prays to his god, and WOUNDS CLOSE.  Folks, this is a MIRACLE. 

Gib and Cedric are clerics.  Special warrior priests that are walking example of divine favor. 

Most clergy are like in our world - they preach, they share wisdom, they do good deeds (according to what their religion views as "good"), but that's all.  When they tend the wounded, they do it with bandages, boiled water, and herbal poultices - not divine magic.

So you have this country priestess.  She probably is the town midwife.  People bring offerings of grain, milk, eggs, etc.  She grants little blessings and whatnot. 

And that's that.  She almost certainly weilds no divine power; it would be incredibly remarkable for her to know anything about undead, let alone be battling them or whatever. 

People like her are everywhere.  You guys are special.

Doing some quck homework, I'm not finding the COO's office specified.

I see three logical locations, in rough order of probability:

1) Deck 4.  Most of the department head offices are located here.  CMO, Counselor (which we don't have), CSO, FCO are all here.
2) Deck 5. A busy deck with a lot going on.  CTO office is here (due to Security and the brig) but I could see it going here with some Ops items here.
3) Deck 2. XO office is here, so are some Ops items. 

Unless someone has some concrete data, I'd be okay with you picking any of these and calling it good.

Excellent first post!  I am super stoked to have you, Giddy. 

1) You may leave the bridge, but Ops needs to be manned.  Feel free to sumon one of the NPCs to do it.

2) Tech specs are a far cry from full deck plans.  Every department head has an office to work out of.  I'm not sure as to the specific deck for ops, but either I or Eol will answer that.

3) A starship is always under command of a Captain - which can be confusing, since it is both a title and a rank.  Technically, either is okay to use in most situations.  If you have been given orders by the CO, it's best to refer to them as "Captain", as they are filling that role.  But no one on board would blink if you used "Captain", "Commander", or "Lieutenant Commander" as Zai's title, particularly if you were looking for him.

Face to face, you'd probaby use "Captain" or "Commander" only.  With him being the ranking officer, "Lieutenant Commander", if used to address him directly, might feel a little rude, like you are pointing not that he's not REALLY that senior of an officer.

Hope that helps!

Hold down shift when you hit enter.  You get one line.  Just enter gets you two. 

I wouldn't give up on a CSO just yet...

Sure thing.  Just put anything in, I'll edit appropriately. 

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 – Captain's Ready Room 13:15

Unpacking had taken little time, as Silas had packed rather lightly in preparation for a lengthy Court Martial and negative outcome that never materialized.  In his heart, he was still a bit giddy, and couldn't quite shake it.  It had seemed that all of the power of politics was arrayed against him, yet somehow, he had come through the other side smelling like a rose.

And then, his PADD had flared with a message from an anonymous sender.  The content was simple enough, an innocuous notification that a colleague had retired from active duty.  Of course, the fact that the colleague was Captain Joshua Jacobs had been enough to cause Silas to laugh out loud in the privacy of his own cabin.  Yes, the dog had managed to avoid prosecution due to his connections, but Starfleet couldn't countenance his continued service after the truth that had come to the light (despite the man's best efforts, it might seem), and Jacobs had taken an early retirement in what was surely an off the record deal.  Maybe it wasn't true justice, but it was so much more than Silas had ever dared to dream of, it felt like a victory for sure.

After emptying his duffels, Drake moved to the Ready Room, intent on returning the Golden Hind to her correct location on the wall, when news of the delay had come.  Exasperated, he blew out his breath and grabbed a PADD, intent on reading up on the personnel changes before he met any of the new department heads.

As he read Silas felt an ache or worry begin to grow in the pit of his stomach.  Once he reached the end of the current file, he got up and paced around the room for a few minutes. 

Stop that, he could almost hear Michelle tell him.  Worrying over it won't solve anything. 

While the imagined advice was of course accurate, it wasn't so easy to wave that concern away.  Even with the slight reduction in crew compliment, Drake will still responsible for better than sixty souls.  Once again, it seemed that Starfleet command was bound and determined to put all of the problem cases under one roof - his roof, to be precise.  Perhaps the idea was to lump them together, so as to minimize the potential damage they could do? 

With a heavy sigh, Drake keyed the communicator.  "Captain Drake to Lieutenant Tal.  Lieutenant, pleae report to my Ready Room.  Drake out."

With the summons given, Silas sat back down to wait.  He would handle this like he handled all potential issues - directly.

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OOC: I am assuming that Tal will report as ordered.  If this is a problem, let me know and we will edit.

The hatch whooshed open to admit a tall, muscular woman who moved like a predator.  She snapped smartly to attention and offered a salute as she introduced herself, which Drake returned.  "At ease, Lieutenant - take a seat, please," he responded in as friendly a tone as he could muster.

"I see that you have been on board a few days; my apologies for not having met you before now, but I was unavoidably detained," he spoke dryly.  Judging from the gaggle of reporters on Starbase 118 and the fact that he couldn't seem to find a holovid without his face on it, Silas was fairly certain that everyone knew well of his trial.  Better to embrace that than to avoid it.

OOC: any response, or none at all

"First off, Lieutenant, I want to welcome you aboard the Peregrine.  I have taken the opportunity to review your jacket, and I must say - it certainly feels like this could potentially be a mutual fit.  You are a woman of action, I see... and this is a warship where your talents will be appreciated.  There are some impressive entries in your file, of that there is no doubt."

Silas paused for a moment, hating the things he was about to say.  "With that said, I would be remiss if I failed to share my concerns.  I believe in being honest and forthright, and I expect the same from my officers."

A moment's hesitation more, and Drake dove right in.  "Lieutenant, you have been through trauma that I won't pretend to be able to imagine, and I appreciate that you have made it through to the other side.  Yet, you were clearly not unscathed.  I see that you have been on medical sabbatical for two years, and that we are your first assignment after that.  I see the diagnoses, and I appreciate how hard you must have worked to reach this point.  And yet..." his voice trailed off as Silas attempted to avoid sounding like an attacker. 

"As I stated, Lieutenant, this is no medical vessel, no diplomatic ship.  We are a warship, and we spend a great deal of our time on the fringes of Federation space.  There are no small number of sentients that bear us ill will, and the time will come - it is a question of 'when', not 'if' - that you will be required to face violence with violence.  When that moment comes, I must be able to trust implicitly that there will be no hesitation, no lack of decisiveness.  I need to know that you will act, that I can count on you.  There are sixty-five souls on this ship entrusted to me, and when that times comes, they are entrusted to you.  So be certain before you answer, Lieutenant - can you handle this?  Are you truly ready?"

OOC: a chance to explain

Silas nodded.  "I will take you at your word, Lieutenant, and trust that you are right."  The Captain stood and offered his hand.  "Again, I want to welcome you aboard the Peregrine.  I look forward to serving with you."  Salutes were exchanged.

"Dismissed," Drake spoke. 

As Tal left, Silas shook his head.  He would take her at her word - but for the benedfit of all, he would also keep an eye open. 

Meh, it's not a big deal.  We can always have Giddy come up with an ops crisis.

Sleep good.  Fire bad.

Yeah, I wondered that, too.  We should have been long gone by 1600, but of course, Eric's gonna be this big drama queen with a grand late entrance. 

It sounds to me like something ought to break, some supply wire get crossed. 

Haemis - if you're going to play, perhaps engineering can find something to do to slow us down?  Or Giddy, perhaps there is a refit.resupply issue for ops to deal with?

If not, I'm sure the rest of us nerds can come up with something...