The turnolifts worked for a time; Melody was using them, as was Asovil.  But attempts after that will fail, be creative as to why (or I'll cover in my post).

The situation is dire, there are no two ways about it.  Kithran is alone in the dark woods, with a likely pack of shamblers in front of her, a giggler between her and the party.  Experience has been a stern teacher; none among the group save Aranwen have been able to resist the paralysis that these abominations inflict with their wounds.  The little rogue knows full well that any lone individual would be taunting the Devourer in this situation.

Still, Kith did not reach where she is today by meekness, by giving up at the first sign of adversity.  The rogue fires an arrow at the monstrosity, screaming a challenge, a warning as she does.  The arrow does not fly particularly close - darkness and mist are not the best allies of ranged fighting - but it does seem to give the creature a moment's pause, giving the young woman an opportunity to rush at it. 

At full sprint, she reaches out with a blade, opens up a gash along the creature's flank as she rushes past.  The plan was to inflict damage, to knock the monster off balance, then to turn and fight from a position of balance, of readiness. 

War, as they say, is a beautiful thing; plans and schemes are grand and wonderful... right until they meet the enemy. 

Fast though she may be, the creature is prepared, and is deftly quick, himself.  Heedless of the wound it received, the giggling monster rakes his filthy claws across the rogue's arm as she passes.  Even as she pivots, turns to face her foe, Kithran can feel the icy clutch of the grave squeezing her heart, can feel her limbs begin to grow heavy. 

Somehow, some way, the rogue finds a strength within that she did not know she possessed.  Screaming in challenge, she readies herself, feels the suffocating grip on her heart begin to slowly release.  A grin of fierce joy spreads across the rogue's face...

The impact from behind is an utter shock.  The pain from the second monster's fithy claws being driven into her back is real.  The despair as the ice returns in much stronger intensity is undeniable.  As Kithran's body betrays her, her limbs refusing too respond, the little rogue feels anger at the unfairness of it all. 

The ground rises rapidly up to meet her as Kithran falls, hard, face first onto the forest floor.  With her head turned to the side, the scent of mud and decaying leaves in her nostrils, the giggling of the two monsters is maddening, inescapable.  All of her efforts are for naught, for her body is no longer her own; not even a finger will twitch, try as she might to move it. 

All sensation is fully intact; Kith can hear the giggling, can see the creatures and the forest floor, can feel the pain of her wounds and the racing of her heart, the drawing of her breath.  She can feel her impending doom through the weight of the creature upon her back.

And then,the horror truly sets in as she feels the cold tongue slither across the back of her neck, feels her trousers being yanked down, hears the giggles change in pitch, in meaning.  Suddenly, an honorable death in battle is hardly the worst fate she could have met.  The abject terror she feels from the press of the cold flesh is indescribable, threatens to drive her sanity away.

A roar interrupts the giggles and the weight is suddenly gone from her back. 

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At Aranwen's query, Cedric nods and stammers.  "Ye... yes, of course!"  The young man prays earnestly, and light springs forth from the priest's staff.

The party moves quickly, in concert, towards the sound of their companion's scream.  The wood is dark, treacherous, but the need is great.  Another feminine scream follows, but is cut off in mid utterance. 

"We are close!" Midge hisses in a stage whisper. 

The party makes their way into a small opening, walks into the scene of a nightmare. 

Kithran lies face down in the dirt with one of the gigglers squirming upon her back, and another standing over the two of them in a leering posture. 

Ch'dau roars in hate brough to life, grabs the creature off of the rogue, launches himself forward.  The monstrosity never fully understands what has happened, as it is driven into a tree trunk with a wet thump, then pinned in place by one of the Kazari's blades driven through its body and deep into the wood.  The scene morphs into a fountain of blood, ichor, and rotted flesh as the beserked warrior rends with claw and tooth until the undead thing hangs in motionless tatters. 

The second creature thinks to retreat, but Gib's bolt passes neatly through it's back and out of its chest.  The momentum spins the monster around, where it is able to bear witness to Aranwen's blade whipping up and through its body, fountaining black blood as it slumps motionless to the ground.

Cedric ignores any threats, rushes to the side of the prone rogue.  "She lives!" he exclaims, "she has the grip of the grave upon her, but she will recover when that loosens."

Any elation that may have been felt from that is quickly tempered by the fact that the the fight has not been quiet, and has attracted the attention of the zombies milling near the body that Kith had discovered.  It would appear that the party may have found the horde reponsible for all of the footprints.... or rather, that the horde has found them, as numberous undead shuffle through the treeline, haded directly for the companions in a groaning wave.

I don't think we have the personnel to have someone watching the shuttlebays 24/7.  If there are no scheduled operations, the department is just closed at that time - appropriate secuirty measures in place.

Items to note:

If your character is somehow awake and able to get moving, note that Asovil is the last character able to get to the bridge.  The turbolift is unresponsive, feel free to handle that as you will.

Excellent stuff!

It has all of the necesary pieces to make a good post: the actions that your character is taking, the feelings he is experienceing, the thoughts he is having.  Well done.

Totally agree. That is amazing.

Why again is the Toronto Raptor a t-rex?

Somebody drag Vanadia and Yanamari back...

It's a Trek game.  There are ALWAYS a lot of subplots.

The spiky tailed dinosaur is an ankylosaurus.  Pronounced like the star wars character - "an-KYLO-sawres".

So it's just sillywordplay/pun stuff.

Upsetting?  Because you didn't think of freaking ANKYLO REN already???

ANKYLO.

REN.

You clearly missed the sophisticated humor, for one.

Heh.  He loves when I volunteer him like that.

Actuallly, I think that he does. 

You may or may not have noticed, but I have returned to activity and am posting to my D&D/Horror game here.

We are rolling along pretty well, but we did lose a couple of players along the way.  One spot has been filled, but one has not.

I desperately need a player for the party mage: Midge the cidal (halfling) conjurer.

Midge has had a couple of players so far, and to be honest, nobody has developed him very much.  He has the capacity to be an important character, but I need a motivated player to breathe life into him. 

We're not looking for a ton of time commitment; 1-2 short posts per week. 

If you have any interest, please let me know!

Absolutely.  It's common to have people collaborate with other players on side plots, which basically go at their own speed.  I use the Captain as a plot device as much as anything; when I post for him, it's to move the main storyline forward... but you can still backpost, as long as what you do doesn't impact the story.

You want to backpost so that your character finsihed a conversation, workout, solves some personal problem?  Go for it!

You want to backpost to have your character discover the leaking seal, and so prevent the explosion that was just posted?  No bueno. 

For a refresher, you may want to scan the first page of posts in this Q&A, where I detail how things work and whatnot.  Feel free to run ANY questions by myself and/or Eol.

I have reached out to crowe, as well.  He did a BANG UP job with Garner before he flaked out.

I get it; the guy burned really hot, then something happened in his personal life, and he probably feels embarassed to try to come back.  Dude, it's the Inn.  It happens.   We love ya, come play with us more!

Pace yourself.  Some can go faster than others.  Remember that Trek allows for backposting and such, so it's no big deal if, say, your back and forth post at the lounge takes day to complete while the main plot goes mnore directly.

Josie, I love the enthusiasm... but we're nowhere near THAT proficient. 

If you can post 1-2 good times a week, I'm happy.  This game is never going to be a speed demon.

I just did a little housekeeping, copied the rank/chain of command stuff to the info posts back on page one of this thread.

We will all likely feel lost for a bit.

It's genius, I'm telling you!

Even better than Darth Furrious, the dread Ewok Sith Lord who I created just to be silly.

Cool.  It's officail - Raven (aka one of the founding member of the Inn from waaaaaay back when) is going to assume the role of Cedric!

You're just jealous you didn't think of it.

Art!  That's what I need!  Art!

This past weekend, I got to musing, and in the process, I came up with perhaps the greatest Sith Lord of all time... at least, if you count puniness as a positive.

Imagine, if you will, a tall, reptilian figure who who walks on two legs like a man, yet has a tail that ends in a heavy, spiky ball. 

The figure is dressed in black robes, wears a mask, carries a red lightsaber with a crossguard made of raw energy.

For some reason, my family does not seem able to appreciate the genius that is the dreaded Ankylo Ren, but I find myself cackling with glee everytime I think of him!

That's exactly what I was hoping for, too, but he's not up to it right now, he says.

Looking forward to it!