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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: okies
I'll get a post up by Wednesday.
Posted on 2017-06-13 at 01:04:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well
Sorry hear about your issues. Welcome back.
Posted on 2017-05-30 at 14:09:39.
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Topic: Roll Call
Subject: oi
You've probably seen me around. I'm in an active cycle for me, though I'm a notorious flake who might disappear for weeks at a time because I tend to suck.
I currently run Star Trek: Edge of Duty, though that game is starting to wind towards the end of the current storyline.
I'd love to DM an old school D&D game again, but I keep failing, so I dunno. I keep pretending that I will one day revive Zombies in Chicago, too.
Away from the Inn, I'm a father of seven (five kids still at home). I also brew my own beer for fun.
Posted on 2017-05-24 at 11:06:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: heh
I actually had to reign it in a bit, as I didn't want to push things too far forward without people getting their chance to react.
Yay for more posts!
Posted on 2017-05-23 at 09:38:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: pretty sure it already is ugly...
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Main Bridge - 11:07
At first, Silas did not fully process Dio's statement, preoccupied as he was with the rushing of his own blood in his ears. Now you've gone and done it for sure, the thought presented itself. And done it he had - the CO of the Peregrine knew full well just how far he has pushed things. He had ventured into a gray area at best; there were very specific, limited provisions in place for removing a superior officer of command of a vessel, but of a battle group? Silas honestly could not place the regulations that specifically give him the authority to do so. Worse, he was fairly certain that he lacked the evidence necessary to shield himself from a court martial even were this a single vessel; with Jacobs being the Admiralty-named CO of the battle group, and having received direct orders to essentially sit down and shut up for the duration of the mission, Silas had thumbed his nose not only at his superior officer, but to the chain of command all the way to the top.
There would be no avoiding this one. Retribution for his actions would be both swift and severe, Silas was certain of that. He had even gone so far as to threaten violence against another Starfleet vessel; not only was there no way that he would retain his command, but odds were excellent that Drake would also lose his freedom in the bargain. Hopefully, his crew would at least be shielded from punishment by the very chain of command that Silas was attacking.
And yet... the Captain felt strangely at peace. He knew that, based solely on the information available to him, he was making the morally right decision. It simply did not make sense that the Kuldar were behind this attack; all of the evidence supported what Silas believed in his gut. With any luck, Drake's self-immolation of his career would not only prevent the deaths of innocents, but still perhaps lead to salvage of the peace talks here in the Gamera system. If this attack run went forward, all of that would be lost.
Presently, Silas found himself drawn from his thoughts and back to the situation at hand by the poison in Jacobs' voice. "How dare you threaten me, Mister Drake!" the ranking Captain quaked, his face purplish with rage. "Bad enough that you are both incompetent and a coward, but now you offer treason to bundle with the rest of it?" Jacobs fairly spat before continuing. "A penal colony is too good for the likes of you; I will enjoy attending your execution."
The venom in Jacobs' statements hung over the two ships for several moments. "I will not be threatened by the likes of you, Drake. I will complete this attack run and this mission. Afterwards, I will relish communicating your treason with Starfleet command. Jacobs out."
With that, the communication was cut.
Drake gave a rueful grin before offering a bit of gallows humor. "It's too bad that a penal colony is too good for me," he spoke to no one in particular. "I was just thinking how Tantalus is supposed to be so lovely at this time of year."
Shaking his head slightly, Drake spoke. "Tochi, put us on an intercept course with the Coronado, get us between her and the Kuldar. Mattias, calculate the phaser power needed to knock out the Coronado's shields without harming the ship herself. If Jacobs forces my hand, that will be my warning shot - I would rather not damage a Federation vessel if I have any choice whatsoever."
As if finally processing the encoded message - and Zai's interpretation of it - the Captain shook his head. "If the crew is Rytain... why? Why would they kill their own people?" Drake expected no answer, of course, to a rhetorical question like that.
One more order came. "Lieutenant Lasad, open hailing frequencies, please. Full broadcast." Once this was done, Silas spoke with authority.
"Attention, all vessels in the Gamera system. This is Commander Silas Drake of the USS Peregrine. We have every reason to believe that the attack by the cloaked vessel was a ruse meant to sow chaos and disrupt the peace process. We have contained this situation, and will obtain full answers shortly. Until further notice, all vessels are hereby ordered to power down their weapons and hold their current positions. Any aggressive acts will be viewed as acts of war meant to undermine the peace process, and will be handled accordingly. Again, I repeat - all vessels are hereby ordered to power down their weapons and hold their current positions until further notice. Drake out."
Posted on 2017-05-22 at 23:47:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: no worries
You guys wait for me all the time, no rush here. Just making sure that what I "knew" was, in fact, correct.
Posted on 2017-05-22 at 10:16:01.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: cool
Things are moving right along, no doubt.
I'm assuming that we still have a Tochi post to look forward to before I post again? Maybe a MacTavish one, too?
Posted on 2017-05-22 at 10:03:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Short
Yeah, you'd be short people, but there are fewer than five life signs total, and they are enemy combatants. Cuff em and treat em like cargo for sure.
Posted on 2017-05-20 at 09:02:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nah
I don't think we can tell species without tuning the scanners, and I don't know that the shuttles will be that sensitive, regardless.
Plus, it takes away some plot tension. 
Posted on 2017-05-19 at 11:45:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: huh
I wonder why? She was so active. :/
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 13:21:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: lol
Like I said, this scene has been rattling around my brainpan for months. Yeah, there's gonna be a tribunal, no doubt about that.
A boarding party? Ack, too bad we just sent half the Security personnel on a shuttle mission...
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 16:01:58.
Edited on 2017-05-17 at 16:02:31 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: it is, indeed
Will be interesting to see if Silas avoids prison after this mission...
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 15:41:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
I figured the shuttle part would be fun and give people something more to do.
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 10:01:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: sweet
Hope you folks enjoy it. This scene has been building in my head for months.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 23:13:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: boom
Post up. First part is Brom's.
Second part is crazy.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 16:30:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: it gets real
Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge - 11:02
"Torpedoes away, sir," Berk reported.
Peregrine's systems automatically tracked the torpedoes, but Dio Lasad was quite the capable multi-tasker and even though he had begun to scan for survivors of the attacked vessels, he kept a close eye on the readings being displayed for the "depth charge" barrage. His clean-shaven, smooth face was stoic and calm belying the anxiety he felt inside and the concern that he's was swimming in for those innocents who had suffered the wanton attack.
"First volley," Lieutenant Lasad stated as telemetry indicated the conclusion of their flight. "Bearing zero-five-point-four-five mark twenty-one-point-three-two-five, distance three-two-two-zero-zero-zero kilometers, results... negative."
The Risian could practically feel the collective release of breath at the bad news. He desperately hoped that the second volley had more success and quickly glanced back to the scans sweeping the wreckage. Still no signs of life. Frowning, the senior operations officer returned his attention to the telemetry being returned for the second spread of torpedoes.
"Second volley, bearing zero-seven-point-two-one mark one-six-point-three-three, distance three-two-five-zero-three-seven kilometers, results... negative." He sighed and then caught a new reading. "Wait! Something's happening."
Adjusting the scan strength by dragging the bars in the controls covering the search for survivors down and raising the bars in the torpedo sensor bank, he felt his heart speed its rhythm. "It's her. The Stormspike! She's decloaking. Coordinates, zero-seven mark one-eight-point-two, distance three-two-five-zero-three-six-point-seven.
"Captain," Dio looked up and met Silas' eye. "She's adrift. Engines are off-line as are a number of their major systems. Life support appears to be failing as we speak. There are fewer than five life signs on board and they're weak."
The Captain's face remained stoic, despite the glee he felt inside. "What about her shields and weapons?" Silas asked.
Lasad shook his head. "All offline, sir."
A chirp on his station monitor drew Lasad's attention back to the screen. "I'm also in receipt of a coded transmission that appears to have come from the Stormspike, sir. I'll work at decoding it."
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Silas, for his part, had ridden a roller coaster of emotions. A forty-eight percent chance was far from a guarantee - hell, it wasn't quite equal to a coin flip's chance. Yet those odds were far greater than he had expected, given the task of finding the needle of the Stormspike in a stack of needles that was the Gamera system.
The Captain's heart sank when the first volley turned up nothing, and dropped even further when the second seemed to do the same. But Lasad's delayed reaction caused a fierce joy deep in Drake's heart, though he fought to keep his expression level.
"Excellent work," he stated simply.
Now, the question of who had sent this attacking vessel could finally be answered. With his current orders, Drake could not exactly fly the Peregrine directly to the Stormspike to forcibly beam her surviving crew aboard, but he was also not prepared to simply ignore them.
"Lieutenant Berk," he ordered, "send a six person Security team to Shuttlebay one. Have them take a type eight shuttle and fly to the Stormspike. They can beam survivors out one at a time in order to properly secure them. If the Stormspike brings her weapons back online, they may fire upon her. I would greatly prefer that the crew be taken alive, however."
((OOC: assuming an affirmative response from Berk))
Drake examined the sensor data once again. Every time he considered the issue, the more convinced he became that the Kuldar truly were not behind this attack. "Dio, hail the Coronado, please."
Momentarily, the surly face of Captain Jacobs filled the viewfinder. "What do you want, Mister Drake?" the CO of the Coronado queried in a disinterested tone.
Ignoring the continued slight, Silas responded. "Sir, we have disabled the Stormspike. I strongly believe that it would be far more prudent to capture her remaining crew, and thus prove who his behind this attack, than it would be to complete an attack run of our own at this time."
Jacobs sneered. "You think so, do you? I think that would be a waste of valuable time. Did you know, Mister Drake, that above and beyond the Federation lives that have been lost - those who you seem to assign so little value to - that the majority of the Rytain diplomatic staff aboard the Coronado have been murdered in an explosion? Stop bothering me with your trivialities and begin your attack. Jacobs ou..."
Hands balled into fists at his side, Silas cut the superior officer off. "SIR. This situation is not as simple as it seems. I cannot abide an attack on innocents; this act will ensure failure of our mission. I implore you, sir - delay the attack run for long enough for us to investigate."
Jacobs' face grew even colder than usual. "If we break the attack run now, Mister Drake, the enemy vessels will be better able to organize, or may choose to escape. A decisive victory here will force the Kuldar to capitulate to our demands."
Demands??? Drake's face was incredulous.
"Really, Commander," Jacobs continued. "I have made no secret of my doubts as to your fitness to command. But cowardice in the face of the enemy? Especially such an enemy as this? You surprise me yet again.
Even knowing that the accusations were meritless, Silas felt his cheeks burn, his ears ring at the slur of "cowardice".
Taking a deep breath, the Captain of the Peregrine fought to keep his tone even. "Captain, I must insist that you stop this madness at once. I will not allow you to press this ill advised attack on innocents."
Jacobs snorted. "I honestly do not care what you insist, Mister Drake. This attack run will happen with or without you; there is nothing that you can do to prevent it."
Silas stood in response. Back ramrod straight, iron in his voice, he spoke. "Captain Joshua Jacobs, I find your judgment to be critically impaired to the point of endangering our mission. By the authority invested in me by the United Federation of Planets, I hereby remove you from command of this mission. You will stand down at once and await further instructions. Please do not force me to place Commander Farr in command of your vessel, as well."
A deafening silence fell over the bridges of both vessels. Drake felt his pulse pounding in his ears. Jacobs gaped for several moments before taking his own feet.
"You insolent cur," he spat in response. "I will relish in your court martial. You cannot remove me from command! Not from this mission, and certainly not from my own ship! How, pray tell, do you propose to enforce your lawless declaration?"
His face a mask of ice, Silas replied. "Sir, the Peregrine greatly outclasses the Coronado in terms of combat effectiveness, even when your vessel is whole. In your current state, if you compel me to the use of force, the encounter will be brief and one-sided. Stand down from the attack run now, sir, and await further instructions. Please do not force me to escalate this situation."
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 16:27:24.
Edited on 2017-05-17 at 00:15:10 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: posting!
Bromern, I sent you an email. I'd like a little collab from you using Dio, if you're up for it.
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 13:21:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yeah
Ody, that works for me. I know that Haemis is planning to post for MacTavish at some point, but I have not heard from Berk's player for a couple of weeks now, and that was a "sorry I haven't posted, I have finals, will post soon" that didn't happen.
He's welcomed - and encouraged - to resume Berk at any point, but if you want to NPC him up until that happens, have at it. I'd love to see a Berk post before I go again.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 12:27:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
I hereby approve these temporary NPC assignments. At the end of this adventure, we will re-assess.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 11:09:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
I agree; until/unless Yanamari returns, I'm okay with Boo Boo NPCing Doc Moore.
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 23:41:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: post up!
Post is up, let's get this going!
Part one of my post is a copy/paste of something Eol wrote. I felt it was too good to not include.
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 00:30:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: depth charges
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Coronado; Deck 3; VIP Quarters - 1050
The alert klaxon seemed to send vibrations through the ship's hull in much the same way coming out of warp had done, but, where the tremors created by emergence from sub-space had felt like a sigh of relief, those reverberating due to the alarm, now, invoked feelings more akin to panicked anxiety. Staring at the, now, all but empty case on the table before him, the Minister tried to keep his hands clasped together in his lap lest the shakings of the ship seep into his fingers. There was a freshly poured glass of sweet, scarlet nectar sitting next to the case, however, and the longer the klaxon blared, the less the Minister found himself able to resist the liquor's call. With a shuddering breath and a trembling hand, the Minister reached out to claim the glass.
"Strength and honor," he sighed dryly, lifting the glass to his lips, "as if there truly are such things..."
Half the contents of the glass had disappeared down his throat before the door to his stateroom whooshed open, admitting the man whom had been playing the part of the Minister's attaché. "Speaking of strength," the Minister snorted derisively, the glass leaving his lips only for as long as it took to voice the words.
As he strode purposefully through the door, the Attaché shot the Minister a look which straddled the border between annoyance and uncertainty. "Strength and honor," he unknowingly parroted the Minister's words (albeit with more vehemence and conviction) evoking a curt snort from the other man, "The time is upon us."
"Thank you, Pharrul," the Minister sighed in reply, returning the empty glass to the table, "the Coronado's alarms hadn't made that fact quite obvious enough..."
"Are you..?" Pharrul scowled, his eyes narrowing to focus on where the Minister's hand had left the glass and, now, caressed one edge of the case that sat at its side on the low table. The question became an accusation; "You're drunk! Now?!?"
"Hmph," the Minister retorted, his fingers drifting to the case's latch. "Mildly intoxicated, I will admit," he continued, offering Pharrul a not-too-nervous sideways glance as he released the catch, "but suddenly lucid, all at once..."
The attaché's jaw tightened in anger as his mind tried to make sense of any of this. "What in the Sixteen Halls of H'ahsha are you talking about," he growled as he advanced on the Minister, his hands balling into fists. Pharrul wasn't sure if the Minister was simply intoxicated or, perhaps, a bit insane, as well and, at this point, it didn't matter. He'd had enough of the man's flightiness and simpering for the duration of this mission and he would be damned if he would let the fretful little politician derail things at this crucial moment... he'd beat the man stupid first. "I've initiated the timers, Uthrail," he hissed through clenched teeth as he started to draw back a fist, "and I'll not have your sniveling undo any..."
"I know," Minister Uthrail snickered, turning the now open case toward the enraged and advancing Pharrul, "I know you've initiated the timers because, when you did, this made the faintest of chipping noises."
Pharrul stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and the color rapidly draining from his face - inside the case, its timer rapidly depleting, was a single, puck-shaped charge, identical to the others he had planted in the Coronado's Jefferies Tubes just days ago. "Wha... what have you done?"
"Ensured that our brothers aboard the Stormspike won't be the only ones to martyr themselves for this cause," the Minister smiled, pouring himself another drink as the timer sped toward zero. "There's honor in it, I think."
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Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1102
The bridge had devolved into a flurry of chaos as the crew did their best to carry out a barrage of tasks. Jacobs' typical odious nature had drifted into recklessness that bordered on insanity, and Tochi had apparently nearly lost his self control during the exchange.
What to do? Silas wondered. All of the evidence seemed to support that idea that this was some sort of a false flag, some ruse meant to convince them that the Kuldar had launched an unprovoked attack, but the pieces just simply did not add up to support that conclusion. Unfortunately, the ranking officer for this mission was convinced that this cloaked ship truly was acting on behalf of the Kuldar government, and he had given Silas a direct order.
How ironic that a former chief petty officer had yet to even complete her brig sentence for failure to respect the chain of command, yet Drake found himself in a position to likewise question the chain, himself.
On the one hand, Silas had crystal clear orders. If he followed the attack run, he would be protected by the chain of command; Starfleet would hold him blameless, no matter the outcome. But there would be innocent lives lost of he did so; how could he possibly live with himself, knowing that sentients had died due to his failure to stand up to a bully?
And yet, if he did stand up, Drake knew that his days of command would surely be at an end. There would be no NJP for the commanding officer of the Peregrine; he would instead face a full court marital, and would almost certainly be found guilty and stripped of his command - if not discharged entirely from service en route to a prison sentence. Disobeying a direct order, particularly when the order was received during military conflict, earned an extremely dim view from Starfleet brass.
What if Silas was wrong, and Jacobs was right? What if it was, in fact, as simple of a situation as it appeared - what if this was a Kuldar attack? Refusal to follow a direct order, dereliction of duty, cowardice in the face of the enemy... the list of potential charges went on and on.
And yet...
The new chief science officer shook Silas out of his thoughts.
"Captain," Asovil hesitated for a moment before finishing. "I believe I have the Stormspike, sir. There's an absence of dark matter at the coordinates I've just shared with Tactical. It has roughly the same displacement factor as the Stormspike's dimensions." Glancing up from her console to meet the captain's gaze, she licked her lips. "There's a forty-eight percent likelihood that my readings are the enemy vessel, sir. According to the computer, that is."
"Outstanding work, Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas!" the Captain exclaimed.
"We have course corrections for those coordinates already laid in, Captain," Lieutenant Zai added, his gaze pausing only for the briefest of instants on the Andorian CSO as his head turned to regard Silas, "Should we proceed with intercept?" He arched a quizzical brow as his eyes met Drake's, then, and he considered his words for a moment... "Or would you rather we form up on the Coronado per Captain Jacobs' orders?"
Silas had less than a breath to have formed a reply but, despite that negligible span of time, Tochi felt it more than enough to interject and offer his own opinion as Drake's Executive officer. "For what it's worth, sir; we believe an assault run against the Kuldaran forces is ill-advised at this point, especially if we might intercept and disable the Stormspike and, thereby, with luck, reinforce any evidence that this is not a coordinated Kuldaran ambush..."
"I assure you, Lieutenant, that it is not," D'Lar offered emphatically, "The Stormspike, as far as any of my people are aware, has been missing and a derelict for generations. If we were to have planned an insurrection such as this, we would have brought more capable ships!"
Lieutenant Zai's gazed skipped from the Kuldaran Ambassador and back to Silas once more, the expression on the Trill's face echoing one that might have appeared on Kasru Zai's when she undoubtedly believed what she was hearing to be true. "We follow your orders, Captain Drake," Tochi said, then, "not Jacobs'. Tell me where to be, sir..."
Silas frowned as he stroked his chin. This was easily the most important decision yet of his career. Unfortunately, neither choice seemed to offer smooth sailing - it would appear that he would have to select the lesser of two evils (or, at least, an evil he could live with).
Depth charges. The thought sprung to Drake's mind. In ancient history, when submersible vehicles first came onto the scene, they were the terror of surface ships, which could not detect them beneath the waves. Those ancient navies had discovered that tossing explosives into the water near where a submarine was believed to be located could damage the submersible, force them to surface - if not destroy them outright.
That same concept could work here.
A crooked grin touched the corner of the Captain's mouth. "Depth charges," he spoke simply, vocalizing his inner thought.
Drake took a deep breath. "Lieutenant Zai, lay in a course to form up with the Coronado, and engage at one quarter impulse." The Captain saw the incredulous look begin to creep across his XO's face, so he continued. "In the meantime, Lieutenant Berk, analyze the data from Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas. Compare the last known position of the Stormspike and extrapolate her current speed and vector. Use the computer and come up with the most probable locations, then prepare two full spreads of photon torpedoes to detonate five kilometers from those positions; I think that a ten isoton payload should be sufficient. With any luck, we'll find the Stormspike, and disable rather than destroy her. If this works, we'll adjust the plan as need be."
((OOC: assuming Berk agrees/complies))
Glancing back at Tochi, Drake continued in a firm tone. "Lieutenant Zai, I appreciate your support more than you can know. However, as both your friend and your commanding officer, I cannot allow you to repeat the behavior you exhibited during our last call with Captain Jacobs. Lieutenant, unless you are directly addressed, you will be silent during such communications in the future, is that abundantly clear?" The Captain's expression and voice softened a bit. "I'm a big boy, Tochi; I can fight my own battles. You standing up for me will only end in reprimands or worse for you. Be silent from here on out, that is an order."
That said, Silas looked back to his Tactical Chief. "Mister Berk, assuming you have those firing solutions, you may fire at will."
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 00:29:35.
Edited on 2017-05-08 at 00:33:39 by t_catt11
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Topic: Ummm... yeah....
Subject: DUDE
IT'S THE GRUGGLES!!!!
Posted on 2017-05-05 at 10:00:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
It was fun to read, no doubt!
I'm gonna get my own post up.
Posted on 2017-05-01 at 23:17:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: nice
Looking forward to it!
Posted on 2017-05-01 at 10:12:24.
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