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!

...even in Andorian culture, there are overbearing mothers who demand grandchildren! 

Yeah, I figured that we'd need to update the science schedule.  Yayfor more stuff!  Yay for posts!

I have hijacked  post back on page one of this thread to include the standing duty roster.  Don't know when you are on duty?  GO CHECK THIS PAGE! 

What I have done is taken some pretty established specs as to how the crew departments are broken down,  by percetage, and applied them to the total numbers we have.

I can see us cutting back Science a bit, given the focus of this ship - but I don't see Engineering getting any heavier. 

Yes, I will post a full schedule like we have for EoD.

I'm just gonna throw this out there - I feel like this may be the very best crew, in terms of writing ability, that I've ever played with.  We certainly do seem to have the potential for that, at least.

Bud, you were silent for this last round of posts.

Hey folks - remeber, the swiftest course for death is to bore or annoy the GM.  **NOTHING** bores or annoys the GM more than players who do not post! 

Jackie leads the team down an empty corridor which ends in a blank door with a terminal to one side.

"BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP," Jackie states, "the mission transportation is located in the garage through this door."

Steam reaches for the door handle - and receives a nasty electrical jolt that knocks him to the ground for his troubles.

This causes Jackie to react. "BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP," it speaks, "I apologize for the omission, superior troubleshooters. This door will only open to an individual that presents the mission number."

Seing as how Steam is temporarily stunned, door opening now falls to the the next clone in line - Blowz. The communications officer swallows nervously, then recites the team's designation (MAO-17859 Dot R-2) and reaches for the door handle.

Like Steam before him, Blowz receives a nasty electrical shock that knocks him to the ground. The faint smell of ozone and burned flesh lingers in the air.

"BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP," Jackie states solemnly. "Clearly, my communication circuits have failed you, oh wise ones. MAO-17859 Dot R-2 is your team number. You must present your mission number. Please, allow me to deactivate the door."

The aging jackobot then interfaces with the terminal momentarily. After a moment, it speaks again. "BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP, you may now proceed safely. I hope that no lasting harm has come to any of this esteemed team."

The door retracts to reveal a parking garage. Jackie takes the lead, and directs the team to a strange craft.

The craft would appear to have once been a fairly typical transbot - before someone sliced off the roof and removed all of the seats. Instead of the factory-issue wheels, four huge, ungainly, (and unguarded) fans are attached to the bottom of the craft (one per corner). The fans point at the ground, and apparently grant the ability for the vehicle to hover.

As you approach, the vehicle speaks in a warm, friendly, feminine voice. "BING! Welcome, troubleshooters. I am the new, perfected Alpha-19.87b Friendliness Hoverbot. Please watch your step while boarding."

The door swings open, and the hoverbot sweetly speaks again. "BING! Welcome aboard. All mutants are traitors! If you are a traitor, please inform me so that we can reroute to the nearest confession booth."

"BING!" it continues. "Please designate a pilot for our journey."

This was a phenominal opening post, crowe!

Hah, that's what HE thinks...

Hey all - please note that the ship returned from the previous mission on the 13th of this month, whereupon Commander Drake was taken into custody and Court Martialed.  Today is the 19th; he has just come back aboard to reassume command. 

Your character would have had to come on board sometime between the 13th and rright now.  You may have already met Lieutenant Commander Zai, but no new characters will have had a face to face with the Captain, yet.

Nice start!  I shot you an email with suggestions.

There you go, folks.  We now have an official timestamp.  Any and all players may feel free to post at any point now.  If you're new - you need to come on board!

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 – Bridge – 10:53

Commander Zai, sprawled in the command chair on the Peregrine’s bridge, dismissed Yeoman Vish and, as she walked away with his signature secured on the repair orders, the Trill dipped his head even further, closed his eyes, and pinched at the bridge if his nose. He had only been in command of the vessel for five days and all of those had been spent in the confines of the starbase while the frigate had undergone repair and refit. Still, yet, it had been a long five days and, in this moment, for perhaps the twentieth time in those short, five days, Tochi found himself exceedingly relieved that his first act as Commanding Officer had been to release all non-essential personnel to on-post liberty. Starbase 118 had, in the past few days, borne the brunt of his restless and uncertain crew; that had been a blessing from the ancestors. The crew that had remained on board, however, and the administrative tasks associated with duty transfers and answering questions that he couldn’t possibly have had answers for until the end of Silas’ trial – another kettle of fish, entirely.

The Trill heaved a weary sigh as he massaged the space between his eyes and, without lifting his lids or so much as turning his head toward the OPS station, asked; “Lieutenant Lasad: status of the refit and repair procedures?”

“All but complete, Captain,” the handsome Risian responded, “Stores are being replenished, as we speak. Structural and mechanical repairs have been completed as of one hour, twenty three minutes ago, and refit efforts are schedule to be accomplished by 1200 hours.”

“Thank you, Dio,” Tochi returned, forcing his eyes open and his spine into a stiffer, more appropriate posture for the Captain’s chair. A wan smile flitted across his lips as his eyes fell on Lasad at his station; the man hadn’t been aboard long, at all, but, in the short time he’d served the Peregrine, he had proved more than apt and capable in his position. “You’re sure there’s nothing we can do to keep you, Lieutenant Lasad,” Zai queried, even though he already knew the answer.

“I’m afraid not, sir,” Dio said, glancing over his shoulder with that brilliant grin plastered on his face, “Opportunity is opportunity, after all, and, no offense intended, of course, the opportunity I’ve been offered is so much more promising than what I might accomplish here.”

Chuckling softly, Tochi nodded and, weakly, waved a hand to dismiss the man’s explanation. “No need for excuses, Lieutenant,” he grinned, “Your position is completely understood. We’ll do well to fill your slot with anyone half as capable.”

“Thank you, sir,” Lasad smiled before turning his attentions back to the console to finish out his last shift, “The sentiment is much appreciated.”

Tochi’s gaze flitted toward the TAC station, then, and thumb and forefinger came back to the bridge of his nose when he saw Reid manning the console as opposed to Berk… The man is likely already packing his quarters, the Trill thought. That one had potential, too. We would have liked to see him stay aboard for, at least, one more tour…

The muted whoosh of the turbo-lift door snatched at his attentions, just then, but that sound had been such an ever-present thing in the past few days that, Tochi had managed to tune it out, for the most part.

…Probably just Riva with another work order for us to sign off on, he sighed inwardly as footsteps sounded, clipping purposefully from the threshold of the lift toward the command chair, or relief for Engineering, perhaps. We could really use a cup of…

“Comfortable in that seat, Commander Zai?” a familiar and too long absent voice queried before Tochi’s eyes could come open and his head roll in that direction.

Silas?

The weight that had beleaguered Tochi’s eyelids the past few days lifted at the sound of that voice, and the slump in his shoulders was forgotten, too. The Trill’s eyes shot open in concert with him rising swiftly out of the seat. Smiling the best and brightest smile that had graced his lips in days, Lieutenant Commander Zai snapped off a crisp salute and took a step back, away from the Big Chair. “Not comfortable, at all sir,” he beamed at Silas where the man stood just a meter away, now, “Just keeping it warm for you…”

Commander Drake returned the salute, then broke out into a wide grin.  "I very much appreciate that, my friend.  Commander Zai, by the order of Starfleet Command, I hereby assume command of the USS Peregrine."

OOC: any response

Settling into the Captain's chair, Drake keyed the communicator.  "Now hear this.  This is Commander Silas Drake.  Effective immediately, I am re-assuming command of the USS Peregrine.  As I understand it, Starfleet Command is anxious for us to stop taking up space here at Starbase 118, so as soon as our refit is complete, we will be making weigh.  Captain Drake out."

Seemingly from nowhere Petty Officer Vish appeared, PADD in hand.  Silas rolled his eyes.  "I had hoped that Commander Zai would have saved me the paperwork."

The yeoman grinned crookedly in response.  "No, sir. Once I got wind of your return, I made sure to save a few for you.  I couldn't let you feel unwanted, now could I?" 

Drake snorted in response.  As he opened the PADD, he found a list of several documents needing his attention - several of which appeared to be personnel transfer notices.  The Peregrine could not seem to catch a break; with the exception of Tochi, as soon as Silas stated to get comfortable with his senior staff, it seemed that they were replaced.

He supposed that it should be no surprise that it would happen now, given the Court Martial and the Peregrine being taken out of service, but it was no less frustrating.

Silas sighed and shook his head.  "It would seem that you have everything well in hand, Tochi.  If you will forgive me, I think that I will take the opportunity to unpack my bags.  Apparently, you aren't to be rid of me quite yet."

OOC: any reponse

Drake nodded.  "Commander Zai, you have the conn." With that, the reinstated CO rose, and headed for the turbolift. 

And there were none...

Breebles is joining us as the ship's doctor, so all of our department heads are accounted for!  If you would still like to join as a junior officer or enlisted, please let me know  Also note that the USS Hexatris (Star Trek: Fallen Star) still has spots fro a couple more players. 

In other words, while it is cool, the damn thing is buggy and I need to quit promising to fix it and actually fix it.