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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: moving up and out
((OOC: I have cleared this post with Ayrn ahead of time.))
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Captain's Ready Room - 1510
Silas leaned back in his chair and frowned. Much like the partially eaten sandwich that stared reproachfully at him from the corner of his desk, the issue that weighed on his mind wouldn't go away on its own. With a resigned sigh, the Captain stood, collected the plate and leavings of his lunch, and placed it in the replicator for recycling. He then keyed his commbadge and spoke as he made his way back to the desk.
"Drake to Lieutenant Chell."
The reply was swift, as always. =/=Chell here. What can I do for you, Captain?"=/=
"Lieutenant, if you are available, please come to my Ready Room." Drake requested.
=/=On my way,=/= was the answer.
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Within a couple of minutes, the door chime rang. "Come in," Drake said.
The door hissed open to reveal the stocky, blue-skinned Operations Chief. "Lieutenant Chell reporting. You wanted to see me, Captain?" the Bolian asked.
Silas nodded. "Indeed, Lieutenant." He gestured to the empty chair across the desk. "Please, have a seat."
Chell did so, fixing the Captain with a somewhat curious expression.
"Korvin," Silas began as he gestured to his PADD, "I've been looking over your service record. You've always been efficient, organized, resourceful. You're well thought of by your commanding officers, your peers, your underlings. You're an asset to Starfleet in every sense of the word."
Drake wasn't entirely sure of Bolian physiology, but he thought he detected a slight discoloration of the skin on Chell that could be equivalent to a blush. The Ops chief did seem somewhat surprised by the praise. "Well... ah, thank you, sir." came the reply.
"I'm not the only one who has noticed, Lieutenant. In fact, an hour ago, I received a transmission from Starfleet command." Drake gestured to his PADD. "When you leave my office, Korvin, you need to pack; I have orders here for your transfer to the USS Cherokee, a New Orleans class explorer under the command of Joshua Grimes. You are to assume the role of Chief Operations officer there, as well as that of Second Officer. The Cherokee is due at Starbase 118 in two days, but I expect our visit there to be rather short-lived; plan to disembark right away. Enjoy a few off shifts while you can."
Chell smiled, then frowned slightly. "Thank you, sir. What about the Peregrine? Lieutenant Moriden is a competent officer, but this is too much for anyone to handle alone."
The Captain nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Korvin. As I understand it, we will be taking on a new chief of operations at Starbase 118, who will try to fill your shoes."
Chell relaxed a bit at that. "Ah, very good."
Silas smiled. "There is one more thing, Korvin. A duty I have looked forward to performing, despite the fact that I am unhappy at the thought of losing you."
The Bolian looked puzzled, his hairless brows arching a bit.
Drake reached inside his desk and produced a hollow rank pip, which he placed in front of Chell. "Computer, record. By the authority invested in me by the United Federation of Planets, I, Commander Silas Drake, hereby promote Lieutenant Korvin Chell to Lieutenant Commander." Grinning widely, he stood and reached out to shake the Bolian's hand. "Congratulations."
For once, the professional Chell allowed a grin of is own to break through as he fastened the pip to his collar. He stood and returned the handshake heartily, and accepted Drake's congratulatory clap on the shoulder. "Thank you, Captain."
Drake smiled widely. "It is my pleasure - don't think I was going to let Grimes get the honor. Now, go - you need to pack, Commander."
Still wearing a bit of a grin, Chell nodded. "Aye, sir," he replied with a salute. Then, the Bolian spun on one heel and left the Ready Room.
Silas stood, lost in thought for a moment. Enough homework for now, he mused. Time to get the blood pumping. Mind made up, the Captain headed to his quarters for a change of clothes, with a target destination of deck five and a run.
Posted on 2016-03-11 at 13:39:16.
Edited on 2016-03-16 at 10:00:28 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: no lie...
I keep refreshing in hopes of a post. Nobody is doing so! 
Posted on 2016-03-11 at 11:52:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
By my count, you have four more enlisted slots you can populate.
I can help with schedules, if you like! 
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 23:02:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: sweet
Good to hear, Tann! We need an active Tac chief.
Hey all - I have updated the schedule post on page one of the Q&A. Well, I do that a lot, mainly as I add characters... but I also provided definitions of when shifts begin and end. Copy/pasting that here...
Standard shifts are eight hours long, and flow as follows:
Alpha: 0700-1500
Beta: 1500-2300
Gamma: 2300-0700
A responsible officer should expect to be at their duty station a good fifteen minutes before the shift starts, so as to get report and be up to speed.
Medical shifts are twelve hours long, and instead take the following schedule:
Alpha: 0700-1900
Beta: 1900-0700
Typically medical shifts are referred to as "Sickbay Alpha, Sickbay Beta" so as to avoid confusion.
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 21:43:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
Ody, I would agree - you can assume that Reid has been made aware of this. Feel free to do some research and such.
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 20:36:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: ah, man...
Between the refusal to sit, and the internal objection by Zai... this post had me dying! lol
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 16:20:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: logging
I have updated the logbook with several entries. If you've never used the logbook, you might want to check it out (go to Trek Tools, then the Peregrine) - it's a nice way to keep things organized chronologically.
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 14:46:37.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: something is bugging me...
((OOC: I'm allowing a little over an hour for the events of Duncan's post. If that is off base, I'll happily edit.))
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Captain's Ready Room - 1405
The Captain sat at his desk, poring over figures on the PADD while the bread on a half eaten sandwich grew steadily harder in retribution for being forgotten. Everything he read about the warlike Kuldar people made him less and less comfortable with this mission. From what he could gather, the Kuldar loved conflict, and unlike some societies, had no compunction about silly things such as honor. Instead, they were quite pragmatic in their approach, favoring ambush, sabotage, and subterfuge wherever possible in order to weaken their enemy.
While Silas had no real fear of the ability for the Kuldar ships to harm the Peregrine, he had no such sense of ease regarding the Coronado. The outdated Miranda class vessel was undergunned, the weapon systems were out of date, her shielding was relatively poor, she lacked modern armor, and - at least when compared to a fast frigate like the Peregrine - she had the maneuverability of a bucket.
This is a peace summit, Silas. Relax. He tried to reason with himself, but success in the undertaking was limited, at best. The entire situation just put him ill at ease.
=/=Bridge to Captain Drake,=/= came a feminine voice. =/=You have a message from Starfleet Command.=/=
Silas tapped his commbadge in reply. "Send it through, please."
=/=Aye, sir.=/= came the answer.
Moments later, his viewscreen display changed to the Starfleet logo. According to the readout, he had not one, but two messages. The first was a positive outcome that was quite pleasing, though no major surprise.
Stardate: 42133.1
From: Starfleet Command
To: Commander Silas Drake, USS Peregrine
Subject: re: Flight Control Staffing request
Commander,
After considering your reasoning, we are pleased to grant your staffing request. Attached is the dossier of Ensign Herbert Thomason, Flight Control officer. Ensign Thomason will join you when you reach Starbase 118.
Regards,
Commander Jacin Parat
Starfleet Command Personnel
The Captain smiled. Lieutenant Zai would be pleased that the Flight Control department aboard the Peregrine would finally be able to man most of their own shifts. Truth be told, it made Drake himself feel better - cross training was all well and good, but he vastly preferred having a starship pilot at the controls whose primary job entailed flying. Otherwise, it felt a bit like going to a doctor who told you that this was his second job, that he normally worked on shuttlecraft.
Silas glanced over the attached dossier; it looked like this would be the Ensign's first real assignment. That was no major surprise; he had no illusions that Starfleet would spare a highly experienced officer to be the third pilot aboard a tiny ship like the Peregrine. However, at least he was a real helmsman!
Slightly smiling, Drake absentmindedly picked up his ever staling sandwich and took a bite as he loaded the next message. The smile quickly melted from his face, and he dropped the sandwich, where it slipped off the edge of the plate and came to rest, unnoticed, upon the surface of the desk.
Conflicted. That was as good a description as any for his emotions. While Drake had to be happy for his friend, this would throw more uncertainty into the mix of the ship's crew. Silas liked this group of people, and to lose one of them - even under such circumstances - well... selfishly, he just didn't like it. Especially not right before they flew off into a mission that put the Captain at edge. He couldn't seem to shake the feeling that this just could not be such a simple assignment, and losing such a relied upon pillar of the ship was frustrating. Worse, he would be relying on someone he knew nothing about.
Drake shook his head. Since when did a little change bother you so much? he mused.
The communicator chimed again, breaking the Captain's sulking reverie.
=/=Thorson to Captain Drake.
Sir, the shielding on the remaining canister is in place and holding. The organisms in one of the canisters were all killed when some sort of energy flare-up in the shielding occurred. However, as I said, the other canister is now operating under its own shielding and holding stable. Direct contact with the pod is now possible, so further study and scanning can be done at your discretion.=/=
The Captain frowned. "Good news, Commander. By all means, let's employ our full resources to study this thing.
Now, then... was anyone nearby when the flare-up occurred? Are you quite certain that the organisms were killed?"
((OOC: assuming Thorson tells the truth))
A chill punched Silas in the gut. Right now, they didn't know anything for sure; the containers on the escape pod could have nothing at all to do with the body. For all they knew, the organisms could be for water treatment. And yet... something told Silas that caution was far and away the better part of valor, here.
"Be that as it may," Drake responded, "I would very much prefer that you go and see Doctor Synklar, just to be certain. In fact, Eric... let's make that an order. Go directly to Sickbay, please. I want the doctor to confirm a clean bill of health for you."
((OOC: assuming a positive reply))
"Very good," the Captain replied. "Keep me posted as to any further discoveries regarding the pod. Drake out."
Posted on 2016-03-10 at 13:12:05.
Edited on 2016-03-10 at 13:17:30 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: NPC?
My roster doesn't have you as an NPC.
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 22:54:52.
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Topic: How to be a great GM
Subject: cool
Thanks for the link.
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 22:53:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: lol
I miss old Bob N'Doog!
Okay, folks. We're at sort of a weird spot, here. The staff meeting is wrapped, the analysis of the pod is ongoing... there are no big plot points to come until we hit Starbase 118.
From what I understand, there are several of you wondering what the heck you should be doing right now.
So here's the deal - Duncan has a pod-related event scheduled for 1400 hours (or so), which would skip us ahead some five, five and a half hours. Duncan's post should open the doors for some new opportunities for others to get posting. Also, we would close most of the gap to the Starbase.
You are now on notice - if you plan to post during the current timeline, please do so now (or PM me to let me know that you plan to do so). Otherwise, we'll bump the game ahead tomorrow.
Of course, if you decide that you missed a post, you can ALWAYS backpost. Just no skipping ahead. 
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 16:16:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: lol
She definitely IS adorable!
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 14:43:23.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: nice...
So, when does the fighting start?
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 11:56:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
Another good thought. Again, this is Duncan's call... but that might be a great way to let science and medical get involved!
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 11:39:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: honestly
I don't think that's a bad idea at all. It would be tough to work with a second field up all the time, but it might be doable... or you could set one up to kick on instantly if the first one fails.
You should coordinate this idea with Duncan, see what he things about it.
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 11:32:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: duty rosters!
I have begun posting duty rosters per character on the first page of this thread (post #5, to be precise). This is not meant to be a handcuff, but a useful tool to help you figure out where your character most likely will be at a given time on any given day.
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 11:10:00.
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Topic: The Death of the Inn?
Subject: no kidding...
If we can get two or three more games running, that latest updated area will really start to hum.
But hey... we ARE alive!
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 09:35:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: that would be good
We want those folks to have something to do here, for sure.
Posted on 2016-03-09 at 09:22:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
Agreed, nice intro!
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 23:42:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I...
I... just don't know if I can even...
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 16:31:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: omfg
I didn't think you could top the original pic. lol
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 15:53:11.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: heh
At first blush, I'd lean towards distinct threads... but then, as long as the subject is clear, keeping them in one thread would probably promote us reading one another's games, help us get a better handle on the mechanics, etc.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 15:52:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yes
The thing to remember is while we may have regular duty shifts, the fact is that everyone's very survival may rest on someone being able to do their job. So in red alert situations... congrats, you are on duty now. If your department head needs you, you are on duty now.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 14:02:11.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: cool
Reralae, I think that your submission completes a second group of four gladiators.
Posted on 2016-03-07 at 13:59:23.
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Topic: Whisking away to Alacrityville
Subject: if I'm going to die, could they at least get my name right?
Luksima stood along with the other three gladiators belonging to his patron, trying to ignore the gurgling in his guts.
Fear.
He felt it, but was not ashamed of that fact. Robbed, beaten, and sold into slavery, the elf knew that his life would most likely end in this godsforsaken arena. Still, though, the spark to live was strong within his breast; he did not want that fateful day to be today, not on the end of the claws and teeth of such a beast.
When the drunken fool that passed himself off as a Herald butchered their names, Luksima found himself both annoyed and amused. "Lucas the Elflord"? What nonsense.
If Luksima were an elflord, that so-called Herald was a prince of the menfolk. Silwen would titter in mirth to hear such a thing.
Apparently, his patron, the gluttonous bread peddler, had decided to invest heavily into the "elflord" image. "Invest heavily" meant that someone had taken a torn, stained, and slightly punctured set of leather armor and haphazardly painted it a garish green, then apparently smeared golden glitter in random places upon it. A filthy, frayed portion of a purplish curtain was tied around Luksima's neck in some parody of a cape, and some of the exposed skin on his face, arms, and legs bore crude whorls and squiggles made of smelly black ink. Apparently, these were meant to be someone's idea of elven battle tattoos - the very concept was preposterous, but the stinking brute that had scrawled them on his skin seemed pleased enough with the result to not beat the elf again, so Luksima viewed it as a net positive.
But now, he stood, nicked sword in hand, preparing to do battle with a creature that should be left alone, or encountered at range with a powerful longbow. With a whispered prayer for courage and forgiveness, the elf raised his blade to salute the crowd. May as well hope to make them enjoy the performance, he mused.
"Now then, menfolk!" he hissed. "We advance together, yes?"
With that, Luksima slowly made his way toward the bear, being sure to not outrun his fellow gladiators.
OOC:
Attack
Basic 1-9
Finesse 10-11
Hard 12
Defence
Dodge 1-11
Parry 12
This time around, I'm going basic attack, dodge defense. That's pretty much the default for Luksima.
Posted on 2016-03-07 at 13:27:49.
Edited on 2016-03-07 at 13:28:36 by t_catt11
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