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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: The Crane Situation
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 14:45
"Chief Cook to Captain Drake," she said in a sure tone.
=/= Captain Drake is currently unavailable, Chief; Is there something we can do for you? =/=
"Sir," Dana is surprised by Lt. Zai's taking the call, she hesitates briefly before going on, "I understand that PO Crane was sentenced to 3 days in the Brig on a bread and water restriction."
=/= She was. =/= She noticed what sounded like surprise in his voice about her knowing of these facts.
"Sir, per Starfleet Medical Regulation 927.6 any prisoner restricted to bread and water must have their medical condition established at the beginning of the confinement as well as after each 24 hours, and at their release," Dana pauses to take a breath, "I request your permission to examine PO Crane now, and each 24 hrs while she is confined in the Brig and to certify her fitness prior to her return to due."
=/=We are aware of that regulation, Chief, and the moment Mr Crane's files have been updated, per regulation, Medical will be provided access. However, as the Captain's Mast ended only twenty some odd minutes ago, those updates have yet to be processed. Might we ask, Chief Cook, precisely how you've come to be made aware of the results so quickly? =/=
Dana raised an eyebrow at his inquiry, then she chuckled just slightly before saying, "As you know Lieutenant, the only thing faster than a Warp-capable ship is it's scuttlebutt." She hoped he was satisfied with her answer, for she would in no way 'rat out' a fellow Chief for giving her the news of a friend and room mate.
(OOC: Any reply here if he wishes)
"I will watch for the file update, Sir," Dana said at the end, "Thank you for your time." She started to end it and then added, "Oh, Sir? Thank you for representing Lauren. I know you did your best and I am sure she appreciated it. Cook out!"
She cut the comm and sighed at this whole mess. She was worried about her friend and how she would handle it. That was another reason, besides the regulation, that she wanted to see Lauren; she wanted to not only evaluate her physical condition but her mental state as well.
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 17:25:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Correction noted
Yes I did miss state the punishment, even though I understood the details of the punishment. My bad, I will correct it later. I blame the error on the pain killers. 
Well, I'm glad Tochi handled he inquiry, the Captain seems to have enough on his mind just now. ~hugs Drake~. 
I'll have a post up tonight, feeling sleepy right now.
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 12:49:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well
That's really between the Captain and you; I'm okay either way. 
You can always assume it is alright and post it and if it's not; we can modify posts later. As I've always thought, "It's better to ask for forgiveness, than to ask permission." 
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 09:34:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Flirtations
Why don't you two just get a cabin already?
I'm hoping the Captain will get back to Chief Cook soon so I will have something worth posting.
Posted on 2016-11-16 at 14:01:46.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: If I may...
GO PATS!!! 
Edit: 
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 18:27:12.
Edited on 2016-11-14 at 05:42:08 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Titansgrave Adventures
Subject: Blockade
"Well done, Tomiki," Máiréad said when he points out the eyebeams designed to trip something, possibly a trap, or alarm.
After they bypassed the beams, and moved towards the fallen obstacle ahead, she couldn't help but look around for anything unusual. She had a feeling that they were being watched. She looked up towards the ceiling and near the walls, for anything like a camera or anything.
"Be careful here," she said to the others in a voice low enough so only they could hear, "I feel as if there are eyes upon us. Ones that bring ill intentions towards us."
She gripped her staff tighter in both hands as they move up to the blockage and Tomiki begins to move towards the top.
"Careful Tomiki," she whispers to him. She mumbles a few words to her Spirits and picks up some dirt from the floor to rub on herself; her clothing fades a little towards a grayer color. (Cast Stone Cloak on herself. I assume it had been an hour since the initial combat, so it would had expired.)
As Tomiki nears to top to peer over it, she stands ready with her staff in hand, she takes a couple steps back from the blockade so that she can better see Tomiki up there, and her eyes scan the area of debris for anything unusual.
(OOC: Sorry for the pathetic post. I'm not up to normal today; Ill try to do better next time.)
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 11:31:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Brom and Olan
Ok, got a post up. Not much but it's something. Addressed the questions from Lt. Shinola  and an inquiry for the Captain.
I'll try to do better next time.
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 11:06:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Back, sort of
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 14:43
=/= Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas to Sickbay. =/=
Dana had just sat down at her desk after running another scan of PO Rogers' injuries to assure that the damage had been arrested and that he was resting comfortably, when the intercom went off and she hit her comm-badge to respond.
"Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas this is Chief Cook" she said; a hint of fatigue in her voice.
=/= I'm looking for a report on PO Rogers condition. =/=
"His condition?" Dana said with a faint snort, "he's lucky to be alive. I have entered my initial report, which you should have received a message alerting you of it. I have also tagged it so that any updates on his condition will alert you as well as the Captain."
=/= Very well. I'd like to be notified when he's coherent and capable of discussing this accident =/=
"You will be," Dana replied, "Please make sure to notify Medical when your report is ready on the investigation of how something like this could have happened. I don't need to tell you Lieutenant, but this could have been much worse if it had gotten out of the Science Lab. Cook Out!"
Dana wasn't sure if she liked this Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas yet or not. She hadn't really meet her but the one time; she had seemed cold and stern but efficient. Yet she had been in charge of the Science Department for only a day, and one her subordinates somehow almost kills himself in a way that shouldn't happen, and another had faced Captain's Mast.
Lauren. She couldn't blame that on the Lieutenant, Lauren had done the crime and would surely face the punishment. The mast was probably over by now; she wondered of the outcome.
"Chief Cook to Chief Brooks," she said after tapping her comm-badge.
=/= Brooks here. =/=
"Reg," she said, then swallowed down her nerves before asking, "what's the word?"
She knew Chief Reginald Brooks was Tactical, yet he was still within the Security group and would hear the latest from the Captain's Mass before she did from where she was stuck here in Sickbay till her shift ended.
=/= About what one would expect, Dana. Reduction in Rank to 1st Class, Restriction and Extra duty for 14 days, then another 14 days of extra duty, a written reprimand, and 3 days in the Brig , Bread and water. =/=
Dana sat up at that last one. It was pretty severe punishment for restriction to bread and water for 3 days. It didn't sound bad but the restriction took it's toll on a person, especially if that person wasn't used to being deprived of regular meals. She doubted that Lauren had eaten well in the time leading up to the Captain's Mast.
"Thanks Reg." Dana signed off and sighed heavily as she sat back in her seat. She sat there quietly for a minute or two before sitting up again and unconsciously straightened her uniform tunic before tapping her comm-badge again.
"Chief Cook to Captain Drake," she said in a sure tone.
(OOC: Assume the Captain will answer. )
"Captain," she paused for a second then went on, "I understand that PO Crane was sentenced to 3 days in the Brig on a bread and water restriction."
(OOC: Assuming an affirmative response.)
"Captain, per Starfleet Medical Regulation 927.6 any prisoner restricted to B&W must have their medical condition established at the beginning of the confinement as well as after each 24 hours, and at their release," Dana paused to take a breath, "I request your permission to examine PO Crane now, and each 24 hrs while she is confined in the Brig and to certify her fitness prior to her return to due."
(OOC: Will await the Captain's response.)
(OOC: Sorry for my poor response here, I'll get back up to speed soon. )
(Edit: To correct comments about punishment)
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 10:57:09.
Edited on 2016-11-17 at 17:22:35 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Boo Boo away for a short time
Subject: Soon maybe
I'm going home tomorrow so I should be able to post something, if I feel up to it, this weekend.
I'm missing this place, strangely.
Posted on 2016-11-11 at 10:06:58.
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Topic: Boo Boo away for a short time
Subject: The Captain
I'm pretty sure there is a shore leave request for Chief Cook in the Captain's message box; he's probably been too busy lately to notice.
I'll be back as soon as I'm able.
Posted on 2016-11-06 at 10:59:44.
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Topic: Boo Boo away for a short time
Subject: Boo Boo away for a short time
Now that the short thread name got your attention. I do have to be absent from the Inn for a little while. A week or two at most.
Sorry to leave things hanging but most of the games are slow right now.
I might not even be missed, but I wanted to notify people anyway.
Be back before you know it.
Posted on 2016-11-06 at 05:39:59.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Had no idea ... looked it up
Well good luck Rer. 
Posted on 2016-11-02 at 05:47:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ha
I can picture them now: Hopping about like Kangaroos looking for bodies to steal!
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 10:51:09.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: A little something.
Chicago PD, 18th Precinct - Wednesday - 3:39am
Detective Joe Kelly closed the files and sat them aside; his eyes were hurting from looking through them over and over. He couldn't see a connection, if there was one. He leaned back and rubbed his eyes and then stood up and grabbed his coat off the hook and was putting it on when the phone rang.
Who the hell was calling at this time of the morning?
"Detective Kelly," he said when he answered it.
"Shorry dishturb you, Detective Kelly."
The voice was soft, pitched somewhere between a man's and a woman's and sounded as if the speaker had half a mouthful of saliva. Kelly had never heard anything like it. Who could be-? And then it struck him; It was almost 4 a.m. Only a handful of people knew he was here.
"Do I know you?"
"No. Watch you tonight. You almosht shee me in dark."
That same chill from earlier tonight ran down Kelly's back again.
"Are , are you who I think you are?"
There was a pause, then one soft word, more sobbed than spoken:
"Yesh."
If the reply had been cocky - something along the line of And just who do you think I am? - Kelly would have looked for much more in the way of corroboration. But that single word, and the soul deep heartbreak that propelled it, banished all doubt.
My God! He looked around frantically. No one in sight. Where the f*** was Fansler now when he needed him? This was the Face-off Killer! He needed a trace! Got to keep him on the line!
"I have to ask you something to be sure you are who you say you are."
"Yesh?"
"Do you take anything from the victims - I mean besides their faces?"
"Money. Take money."
This is him! The department had withheld the money part from the papers. Only the real Face-Off Killer would know!
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Yesh."
Kelly was asking this one for himself.
"What do you do with the faces?"
He had to know. The question drove him crazy at night. He dreamed about those faces. Did the killer tack them on the wall, or press them in a book, or freeze them, or did he wear them around the house like that Leatherface character from that chainsaw movie?
On the other end of the line he sensed sudden agitation and panic: "No! Can not shay! Can not!"
"Okay, okay. Take it easy."
"You will help shtop?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, God yes, I'll help you stop!" He prayed his genuine hearfelt desire to end this was coming through. "I'll help you any way I can."
"Shank you," said the voice, couched once more in a sob.
And then the killer hung up.
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 07:34:21.
Edited on 2016-11-01 at 07:35:42 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Medical emergency
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 1223 ~ 1405
Gray haze and numbness fill PO Roger's senses. Occasionally, he's able to cut through the fog enough to align his senses and press forward. He's stumbling, but doesn't quite recall why. Disoriented, he's fortunate to have found his way to Sickbay at all. Shuffling through the door, he squints his closely set eyes together and attempts to ascertain who is present.
Petty Officer 3rd Class, Craig Rogers is an absolute mess from head to toes. His usually unkept blond hair is static-charged, mussed together with what looks like drying blood, and standing up on end in certain places. Unusually square in the face and through his body, his face appears puffy, especially around his squinting pale blue eyes where his ruddy, aggravated flesh has puffed up to unusual size practically rendering him blind. His large nose is splotched along the bridge and inflamed around the nostrils and tip. Snot flows freely down over his lips and chin as well as being smeared across his irritated face. He's dressed in a pair of dark blue slacks and a white v-neck shirt with his communicator badge attached to his waist at the left and a pair of simple black leather boots. Down his thick, right forearm the skin has been melted away, as well as most of the muscle tissue, exposing the radius and ulna in places between sickly yellow puss pools and still bubbling flesh. Black threads from his pants cling to the gaping wound on the right side of his hip, groin, and approximately half-way down his right thigh. Here, too, the anterior superior illiac spine is exposed through the grotesque hole in his hip and the exposed portions of his groin and thigh are currently burning while the chemicals hungrily feed.
"I need help," he attempts to say, but his tongue is swollen and what comes out sounds more like, "Ahneeeep."
Chief Cook had been standing near one of the stations talking to Crewman Reynolds, who had taken it upon herself to come in today and work on some equipment that she thought needed further alignment, when PO Rogers staggered in and called out weakly. Turning Dana took in the sight of the man and as her eyes went wide she rushed to his side.
"What the hell?" Dana said as she grabbed the man along his left side, seeing the right was severely damaged, and quickly dragged him towards the shower stall that was used for emergencies, and when people confined to sickbay needed a quick rinse.
"Reynolds," she cried out as she slapped on the controls for the shower and pushed PO Rogers into the shower and stepped in with him to hold him up, "It looks like some sort of chemical burns, get something to cut off the rest of his clothing."
Crewman Reynolds had frozen a moment when she saw the extent of the damage, but when Chief Cook yelled instructions, it snapped her out of it and jumped to one of the counters and pulled open a drawer and drew out some large shears. Handing them to the Chief, she turned and grabbed some gloves and put them on ready to assist if needed. Chief Cook took the shears from Reynolds and began to cut away the clothing as best she could while she held up the man keeping him, and especially his right side, under the heavy stream of water. Once the clothing, or most of it, was cut away, she dropped the shears and then let the water soak his skin for another minute before she dragged him out and to the nearest bed.
"Get a sedative," Dana yelled as she laid him back on the table, "take it easy PO Rogers. We're going to take care of you."
She didn't ask what had happened, she doubted he could answer or she would understand if he did. She could determine the damage and ascertain the treatment once she got him under and stable. He had to be in a tremendous amount of pain from the damage to his inner tissue. Crewman Reynolds ran over with a hypospray and handed it to her; Dana quickly pressed it to his neck and PO Rogers drifted into blissful unconsciousness immediately.
Dana sighed for a moment and then checked herself for any damage; she saw only a few areas where some of the chemicals had scorched her uniform but it hadn't gotten through and the water that was soaking her had neutralized it enough so that it wasn't getting through to her skin. That done, she picked up a tricorder and began to examine PO Roger's injuries. She frowned when she was the readings coming across her screen; analyzing the chemical it found that it was several chemicals, NaN3 (Sodium Azide), C4H8O (Tetrahydrofuran) and HSCH2-CH2-OH (2-Mercaptoethanol).
"Now why on earth would you be messing with these," she said to the unconscious PO Rogers, "especially all together?"
It didn't make sense, but she was more interested in the damage it could do to her patient. These were all very dangerous chemicals in their own right, 2-Mercaptothanol could attack the heart and liver, while the Sodium Azide could attack the brain. Not good stuff to be playing around with at all.
"Crewman," Dana said without turning around, "In the medicine storeroom there is a container marked "P17-M208". Find it and bring it here along with some towels and a lot of gauze. We have to start work on him to stop any further damage to his tissues"
As Reynolds went to do as instructed, Dana put on some chemical resistant gloves and grabbed a fresh pair of shears and began to careful remove the remaining parts of clothing that were stuck to his body.
Lt. Sh'iraolnas' orders and description of what had happened to the odd Rogers is still bouncing inside her head as the ensign achieves Sickbay. Entering at a jog more than a stride, Dalia casts about for the senior ranking medical staff and settles immediately on Cookie where she and Reynolds worked feverishly upon the ghastly chemist.
Hand over her mouth, Ensign Maize steps to the side of the door and awaits the time when the two blue coded personnel slowed their work to maintenance before indicating her presence.
"Dana?" Dalia calls softly to attract the other blond woman's attention. "Is he going to be all right?"
Chief Cook used one of the unused towels to wipe the sweat that had accumulated on her brow as she turned to face the newcomer.
"I believe so Ensign," Dana said, as she removed the gloves and walked over to drop them into a disposal chute, "he's stable and resting for now. I had to sedate him immediately. Frankly I don't want to think of the pain he was in on the way here."
Crewman Reynolds was gently covering PO Rogers as if she thought the thin sheet might harm him further.
"What in the hell happened to him?" Dana asked Dalia, "he had three distinct chemicals on him. All dangerous by themselves, but none of them alone should have caused this level of damage. Yes they are all corrosive, but usually only causing minor burns, not something of this level. I don't know why he would combine such things, and how they would interact so violently with his flesh."
"I wish I knew," Ensign Maize responds with chagrin. "Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas told me that he'd received chemical burns and to head to Sickbay."
"Well," Dana sighed, "we've stopped the chemicals from dissolving his flesh. Had to use a compound of Calcium and Magnesium salts, designed to counteract Acids, along with an emollient that contains an antibiotic to prevent infection. We'll run some tests, and once we're sure of the extent of damage, we can begin tissue regeneration. I'll keep him under for now; his nerves are exposed and he would be in excruciating pain, if he were awake. He'll be here a few days I fear."
"That makes sense," Dalia shakes her head. "The poor fool. Will you please keep me informed?"
"Yes Ensign," Dana nodded to her, "please let your Lt. Sh'iraolnas know that we will need a report on the incident, for the record and to make sure that we didn't miss anything. This was no normal accident; we need to know what happened so we can make sure it doesn't happen again."
That done, she turned back to her patient; picking up a medical tricorder, she began to scan his injuries as Crewman Reynolds stood by to assist if need be.
"Certainly," Dalia acknowledges. She stares at the seriously wounded man for a bit longer before shaking her head and pivoting to exit the Sickbay.
Almost an hour later, Dana readjusted the blanket atop PO Rogers; having done all she could for now for the poor man. She sighed and looked around the sickbay as she dropped into her desk chair; it had been a hell of an afternoon and it was just getting started. Crewman Reynolds had left after they had stabilized Rogers; Dana was glad that Reynolds had been there to assist, as it had made things go a little smoother. She reassessed her earlier thoughts on Reynolds; her record had painted her as a trouble maker and one who thought she was better than she actually was capable. But Dana had found her to be quiet useful and very competent at the least. Later, she would make sure to place a note in Reynolds's file regarding her efforts on behalf of PO Rogers.
With her patent stable and resting; Chief Cook turn to her computer and began to enter the details into the medical record by hand. Dana was an old hand and preferred manually typing in her log entries rather than talking them to the Computer; she thought it silly to talk to the computer for such simple things. She preferred to see the words before her as she typed them; it helped her to visualize her statements.
USS Peregrine; Medical Log - Stardate 2365.02.09
Re: Medical entry regarding Petty Officer 3rd Class Craig Rogers injuries sustained.
PO Rogers reported to Sickbay at approximately 1225 hours with severe chemical burn injuries sustained while working in the Science Department's Chemistry Lab. Patient sustained severe injuries to his right forearm, exposing muscle tissue down to the radius and ulna bones. Severe burns to his right side from the hip down to his right thigh and groin area. The anterior superior illiac spine was exposed through the hip with portions of his groin and thigh being exposed as well.
All injuries are consistent with high grade corrosive exposure of the most severe nature. Tricorder analysis of the wounds show traces of Sodium Azide, Tetrahydrofuran and 2-Mercaptoethanol; these chemicals are known corrosive materials, though none of them should cause this level of damage on their own. Further investigation is warranted to determine the cause of such severe exposure to the chemical mixture, and if they pose any further threat to the patient, or the ship.
Patient was sedated immediately due to exposed nerves causing severe pain and discomfort. Patient injuries are stabilized; topical and injected antibiotics were administered to stop the spread of damage and prevent infection. Patient is stable, and being kept unconscious to prevent discomfort from injuries. Full musculature and dermal regeneration will be performed once any signs of infection have been ruled out. Scans of the Liver, Heart, and Brain show no apparent signs of damage; this was done as exposure to the chemicals involved are known to cause potential harm to those specific organs. Estimated the patient treatment will take ~48 hrs or more for full regeneration and observation to determine fitness and if further treatment is needed. Daily updates to the Medical log on the patient's condition will be conducted.
Chief Petty Officer Dana Cook
She reread the entry, frowned at a couple things; writing was never her strong suit. She shook her head and decided against any further entries or changes at this time; there wasn't much more to say. Once she was satisfied with the entry, she submitted it and sent copies to the Captain, XO, Chief Medical Officer, and the patient's Department head, Lt. Sh'iraolnas.
She had just sent off the report when the door to Sickbay opened and admitted Security Crewman Albert Smith who was holding his right forearm gingerly across his body; she sighed and rose to her feet.
"What did you do now, Crewman?"
(OOC: this emergency brought to you with the assistance of Brom. Thank you sir! )
(Edit: to add XO to medical report distribution list. Meant to do that but didn't put it in there.)
Posted on 2016-11-01 at 07:30:14.
Edited on 2016-11-01 at 08:23:46 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Medical
Brom & I are working on another collaboration; he loves to keep me busy.
Still aching to see the Captain's next post. 
Posted on 2016-10-31 at 07:35:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Medical
Well since Dana is on duty, I'll chime in.
So do want me to handle PO Rogers or do you? I would have to know what happened if I handle it.
If you want to collaborate? Send me his entrance into Sickbay in PM and we can start.
Oh, I have to add: this isn't looking good for Asovil. First couple days on the job and she has a Chief up on charges, and a PO who injures himself in the lab with chemicals he should know better than put together. Perhaps her attentions are elsewhere.
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 17:16:36.
Edited on 2016-10-28 at 17:22:36 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ugh
Men!
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 14:11:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hmmmm
No posts anywhere all morning? Everyone must have come down with a sickness.
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 11:57:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: The morning
I find myself jamming to my Disturbed playlist this morning while at work; I wonder why?
Anxiously awaiting the Next Captain's post.
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 06:11:22.
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Topic: Titansgrave Adventures
Subject: The Corridor
Máiréid's eyes widened as the security door opened wide to reveal a long corridor. She smiled as she saw all of the equipment; it increased the odds that they would find something valuable to take back with them.
She walked up behind Lum and Tomiki where they had connected the generator to the control panels and laid a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Good work guys," she said with a smile. She was always one to praise her companions when they accomplished something that helped them on their mission. She was also one to admonish them as well if they did something stupid and dangerous, which thankfully wasn't that often.
Rhyson joined the others in looking down the revealed passage. "Hang on - like last time, let's look to see if the dust and dirt reveal anything before we mess everything up with our footsteps. The first time we find footprints will be pretty creepy."
"Agreed," Máiréid said as she moved to the entrance and studied the floor closely for signs of disturbance. Once they were done, she moved slowly into the corridor as she closely examined everything as they passed. Anything that looked like writing she was studying extra carefully.
"Check everything," she said to the others, "if you see any writing that you can't read, let us know so we can all check it out. Odds are one of us should be able to make out the language even if we don't know what it means. By the Spirits, don't try to activate anything just yet."
She remembered the other markings on the panel inside the last room. She could read it but didn't know what it meant. It was like some code or shortened abbreviations that were not familiar to her.
She examined everything she passed, being careful not to attempt to activate any of it just yet. As she walked, she softly mumbled to herself, or rather her Spirits, as always, to ask for any guidance. She was bothered by the strange silence she had been getting from the Spirits since she had entered this place. Was something blocking them? Keeping them out? Something that powerful had to be found, and stopped if possible.
Posted on 2016-10-28 at 06:08:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Video
Tochi singing
Posted on 2016-10-27 at 20:01:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Silence
~wonders if the song that Tochi is performing is the original S&G one or the Disturbed version?~. While I like the Original, I love the new version. 
Posted on 2016-10-27 at 19:39:28.
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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Post late
Sorry just got so busy today that I wasn't able to work on my post. Will try tomorrow.
Posted on 2016-10-27 at 19:11:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Bam
Awesome Sauce! Loved all the posts. Anxious to see the Captain's response.
Posted on 2016-10-27 at 19:10:21.
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