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...

Welcome (back) aboard!

Brom is right.  Replicators work from stored matter, which is resupplied at starbases.

Re: Trek Tools - edit the character, and change the department to "unassigned" - it warns that this removes the character from the roster.

Hey folks,

We don't have to have a full round of posts here if you don't want to.  If anyone has qustions for Elia, askt hem here or RP the in the thread, that's fine. 

Otherwise, it seems like you're all on the same page - follow the road to the west, look for clues.  Okay.

When do you leave?

1. Immdiately.
2. After rest (which would put you at evening)
3. First thing in the morning.
4. Squirrel.

Crandal is a small, rural town, of that there is no doubt.  As such, there is no large temple or the like.  There is a small graveyard near a simple wooden church with markings identifying it as belonging to Miellyah. 

Miellyah, goddess of hearth and home, of fertility and growth, is very commonly worshipped - especially among country folk.  As you approach, a middle aged woman in a long, simple white dress greets you. 

"You must be the heroes the town is buzzing about?  I can't imagine that there are two groups with both a cidal wizard AND a cat-man warrior?"  She smiles.  "The Mother's blessings be upon you.  I am Elia.  What can I do for you?"

Elia shakes her head when questioned.  "Death is part of the natural order of things.  Eventually, we all die.  But this.. this is not natural.  I know not of dead rising from the ground, let alone attacking and killing good people.  This is foul, evil magic for sure - something that I have never seen before, and if the Protector is kind, I'll not see again."

Any inspection will reveal only one fresh grave; Elia explains that it belongs to an elderly baker who died in his sleep four days past.  If there is a conection to last night's events, it would seem to be a convoluted one, at best.

It is now slightly past midday, though the mist still hangs heavy, distorting the light and making the world feel dim.

Crowe, you are *killing* it!  The internal narrative stuff is a hoot.

Hey all,

I have hijacked another post on the first page of the thread to show the schedules per main station.  In other words, if you want to know who is on the bridge on a Wednesday beta shift, or who is in charge of Engineering on Monday gamma, you can check here.

If you see any errors or duplicates, please let me know.  Department heads, if you want to edit, please let me know.

Bumping this thread for visibility.  I'm ready to see two ships boldly going!

Yep.  It makes perfect sense... and no, I don't think that gender much matters to starfeet.

I think that you may be correct. How are you feeling, man?

Gotcha.  I had forgotten the lines for that.

That makes sense to me.  I can't recall if Ltjg rates a private cabin yet or not.

The bot says that is is perfected.  I'm sure that it is PERFECTLY safe.

Also... it's not like I haven't warned you.  Repeatedly.  This is Paranoia.  Death happens.

A lot. 

As always, you can treat answers from Eol as Trek canon (since they always will be, if canon exists). 

Let me point out a couple of things.  There are events, yes, where a catering specialist might apply. 

Also, remmebr that it's very established that replicated foods often lack "something".  Many hold that the replicator does fine on simple recipes, but that things requiring some touch are never quite right.  Also note that, IIRC, enlisted quarters don't have their own replicators - they have to come to mess to eat. 

That is interesting.   And... whatever.

The Rigellians also have four genders (exomale, exofemale, endomale, endofemale).  Well, at least, the Jelna subrace do.

Yep - a species with three subraces, one of which is hermaphoditic, one has four genders. 

Aliens, amirite? 

No worries, Giddy.  I'm very anxiously looking forward to your posting; I've had a tough time keeping good Ops folks.  But I can wait. 

Duncan, drink that mead.  It should be fun, and totally not switched.

You know, since exactly zero of the comments I thought about making are close to family freindly, I'm just going to walk away instead.

@ Tochi's head.

Sorry, I fixed that bug, Brom.  Dropped off a curly brace when I was putting things into a template.

I need to "pretty-tize" the various text entry boxes, I think...

Behold!  I have, in fact, accomplished something.  The RDI Trek Tools have been updated.

Improvements include:

* An actual, usable menu.
* Removal of the glitch where characters that did not get added to a department would be lost (you are now forced to pick one).
* Removal of the timeout glitch, where you'd lose progress when typing out complicated roster entries
* Addition of the Draconis Fleet badge and info

I plan to make the roster much more mobile-friendly shortly.  And I will tweak the menu to make it prettier. 

If you have other suggestions, lay them on me!