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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Post
I'll try and get my post up later today or tonight.
I believe everyone will be examining the equipment we pass for anything valuable; it is the reason we're here after all. 
Posted on 2016-10-27 at 05:48:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ahhhhh posts ...
Lovely posts.
Now I can sleep well tonight! 
Look forward to the rest of the Mast.
Posted on 2016-10-26 at 19:34:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Posts?
~bouncing around, falls off bed, onto head, hurts self~. Ow! 
Where are the posts we were promised? 
Posted on 2016-10-26 at 15:28:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Loving all the posts
~Bouncing with anticipation for more~
Posted on 2016-10-26 at 07:24:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Post in
Ok, got my little fluff post up.
Brom, very nice post there. Love the indecision about the message. 
Posted on 2016-10-25 at 18:22:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Brief Interlude
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Sickbay - Deck 4 - 1410
Chief Dana Cook was at work in the Sickbay currently tending to an injured Crewman Albert Smith from Security. Crewman Smith had been playing a rather energetic game of Racquetball with Security Crewman Galla. Dana knew these two crewman as she had played racquetball with both of them; but lately they had been suspiciously absent whenever she wanted to play. She had a suspicion that they were avoiding her as she often beat them at the sport.
"Well Crewman Smith," Dana said as she set down the medical scanner and picked up another small device, "looks like you have a hairline fracture of your Ulna."
"Huh?"
"That's the outer bone in your forearm," Dana said with a shake of her head and a faint smile. Security personnel were not known for their intelligence in most cases; especially at the Crewman levels.
"Don't worry," Dana went on as she turned on the device in her hand and set it on his right forearm and began to move it slowly, "this bone regenerator will take care of it. You'll be back to letting Crewman Galla kick your butt again in no time. That is if you can refrain from crashing into the wall at full speed."
"Oh," Al answered, "thanks Chief. Actually I was beating him for once, until this happened."
"Uh huh," Dana smirked.
After about 2 minutes, she stopped and set the bone regenerator aside and picked up the Med scanner again and after checking his arm again she nodded and set it down.
"Ok all set!"
"Thanks again Chief," Crewman Smith said as he hopped up off the medical bed.
"Just take it easy today," She said as she started to put away the equipment, "racquetball can wait till tomorrow."
"Sure thing." Crewman Smith said as he hurried out the door.
Chief Dana Cook put away all the medical equipment in it's proper place before returning to her desk where she began to update the Crewman's medical record to state the nature of his injury and the treatment that it required.
As she did so she happened to notice the time; Lauren would be in her Captain's Mast about now. She hadn't heard of an official announcement being made, but shortly after the Captain had set the time for the proceedings, it was all over the ship. The only thing faster than a Warp capable ship, was the scuttlebutt.
She sat back and thought of Lauren; after today she probably wouldn't be her roommate anymore. She was sure that Lauren was going to take her advice and accept the non-Judicial punishment from Captain Drake. Dana knew the Captain would be angry at the violation of the Chain of Command by one of his crew, but she knew that the punishment that he gave her would be much better than she could hope to get if she were to face a Court Martial. She had tried to express that upon Lauren when she spoke to her before her shift, and she hoped she would listen. She had heard that Lt Zai was going to be her counsel; no doubt he would advise the same course of action.
In any case, Lauren would most likely be busted down and that meant she would be transferred out of the NCO quarters and into Enlisted quarters. She would miss her; she had just gotten her broken in as a roommate. She hoped that she would be allowed to continue her post aboard ship. She thought that highly likely as the Captain knew a good crewman when he saw it. A lot of people thought the Captain to be a bit of a hard-ass, but she thought he was just a very disciplined man and he expected no less from those that reported to him. She liked him and, in the few interactions they had since she had been assigned 2 years ago, they had gotten along fine.
Dana hoped that Lauren would far well; but in any case she had gotten herself into this mess on her own, and hoped she would learn her lesson after all was said and done. She went back to working on updating the Medical file of Crewman Smith waiting to hear the news of what had gone on in the Captain's Mast.
Posted on 2016-10-25 at 18:20:01.
Edited on 2016-10-25 at 18:20:38 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I spy with my little eye..
I see Eil and Brom taking turns being signed in so I know you two are working a collaboration. Come on and post it, I'm dying here.
I plan to post something here myself later. Nothing big, just being a fluffy Boo Boo bear.
Posted on 2016-10-25 at 16:04:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I agree
Yes, NJP is her best option. Not trying to suggest that she should do otherwise. Just random thoughts really.
Don't mind me, things pop in my head and I often say, or write, them without do thought.
Posted on 2016-10-25 at 10:01:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: An outsider's view
I know that the Captain has to offer the option of a Full Court Martial to Chief Crane, as it is her right but I would think that is the last thing the Captain would want at this point.
The way I see it, during a court martial, the details of the situation involving the illegal proceedings in the Science lab would have to come out and that the involvement of the Captain in those proceedings, namely his approval, might cause problems for the Captain.
There will probably be a Court Martial for Lt. Tensenbaum (?), key witnesses, such as Chief Crane, might be called, especially since she reported it. It might be in the Chief's best interests at this point to ask for the Court Martial and be bound over to Star Fleet where she might be able to work out a deal where her testimony might get her a light, or even no, punishment for reporting a breach in Star Fleet Protocols.
Just something for Chief Crane to consider maybe? I doubt though that she would do such a thing, as it seems she is dedicated to the ship and probably wouldn't do something that would harm it.
Posted on 2016-10-25 at 06:26:35.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Oops
Sorry Ody! They were looking good earlier.
Posted on 2016-10-23 at 15:12:21.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Since I'm out I can say...
GO BROWNS!!! 
Posted on 2016-10-23 at 13:20:33.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Thanks
Thank you Bannix. I don't have much in life to enjoy but this place, and the people here, are one of them.
Tann. I could point out that you're never going to catch Bann if you pick the same teams, but I won't do that.
Posted on 2016-10-23 at 06:50:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Pagan God
Yes there is, it is the Pagan God Money; it demands sacrifices of cold hard cash.
Posted on 2016-10-20 at 17:37:21.
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Topic: Titansgrave Adventures
Subject: Control room
"This writing on the panels are Ancient Saurian," Máiréad told the others as they were looking about the room, "Lum come look at these; I can't seem to understand what this means."
(Assuming Lum complies)
"It seems some sort of instruction," she said to him as they looked them over, "but if these are controls, they are only things that the original users would know what this means. But I think this is some kind of Main Control Center for this place; with all these monitors and safety systems. I don't know what kind of place, Military perhaps, or a mine, or even a sanitation center." She snorted at the last, she hoped it wasn't the last.
She listened to what the others had found and thought on it. She had prayed to her spirits, but for some reason the Spirits were unusually quiet down here; that troubled her. She didn't like places where she couldn't talk to her Spirits. This place made her uncomfortable and she would be glad to find out what this place was, what was there to take, and to get out of her and back to the Pegasus.
She heard talk of opening the door using one of their batteries; she thought it was a good idea, "Yes, that might be a good idea. We could see what is beyond. It might be more powerful than the generator that Lum has already found. I say we do it."
She waits to see what the others think; whatever the decision she will be ready to back up the group in case it is needed.
Posted on 2016-10-20 at 17:36:01.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Ah
I was wondering what happened to you. Well I hope things came out all right. Looking forward to seeing what happens next.
A fae and a human walk into her apartment... hmmm. How could this continue?
Posted on 2016-10-20 at 05:48:40.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: I'm out
Gentlemen I am going to bow out of the competition. I've just lost interest at this time. Told you Football isn't really my thing; except for the PATS!
Have fun!
Posted on 2016-10-20 at 05:45:52.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Face-Off
WARNING: Due to Descriptive Graphic Violence - Parental Discretion is advised
Old Town, West North Ave, Chicago, IL - Tuesday Night - 11:33pm
The couple were having a grand night out; they had dined and had drinks at Corcoran's Grill & Pub on Wells St. Now they were staggering their way home after a few too many of those drinks. They were making their way up West North Ave towards their place.
"Hey," the boyfriend said as he stopped near a passing alleyway, hauling the girl to a stop by her hand. She staggered and barely managed to keep her feet.
"What?" she asked with a laugh as she stumbled into him.
"Lets stop in here for a little..." He said and made a brushing motion with his finger on the tip of his nose.
"What? You can't wait till be get to the apartment?" his girlfriend asked. He shook his head and dragged her into the darkened alley. She knew he liked the 'blow' more than she did, but she usually went along with it just because he did it. Before she had met him, almost a year ago now, she had never done anything stronger than marijuana; but he had a taste for cocaine and so she developed a taste as well.
They slipped into the shadows away from the street; their wasn't much traffic anyway, but they didn't want some busybody seeing them and calling the cops. He stopped and let go of her hand, which she used to lean against the wall of a building to keep her balance. He reached into his jacket and brought out a small vial; opening it he sprinkled a little line on the side of his hand like he was doing Salt for a tequila shot. He started to raise it to his face when a shadow moved behind him.
THUD!
Something slammed hard into the back of his head and he fell forward onto his face, out cold. The girlfriend started to laugh at first, thinking he had fallen or just passed out. Then she saw the shadow move and something came out into the light. She gasped and then started to scream as she saw the face, but a hand whipped out and two claw like nails ripped out her throat and turned her scream into a gurgle as she went down to the pavement. The thing in the shadows came out, it was covered in a big dark coat with a scarf around it's neck. It stood and looked down at the woman as her life drained quickly away.
Bite her face off. No pain. Her dead already. Kill her quick like others. Not want make pain. Not her fault.
The boyfriend groaned but not move. Got from behind. Got quick. Never see. He can live.
Girl look me after boyfriend go down. When see face start scream. But stop her before sound get loud. Her sick-scared look as she died. Hate that look. Hate it terrible. Sorry girl. Not your fault.
Chew her face skin. Chew all. Chew hard and swallow. Warm wet redness make sickish but chew and chew. Must eat face. Must get all down. Keep down. Leave eyes.
The boyfriend groaned again. Move one arm. Must leave quick. Take last look blood and teeth and stare eyes that once pretty girl-face. Sorry girl. Not your fault.
Got go. Get way hurry. First take money. Girl money. Take boyfriend wallet too. Always take money. Need money.
Go now. Not too far. Climb wall of near building. Find dark spot where can see and not be seen. Where can wait.
In downbelow can see the boyfriend roll over. Get to knees. Sway. See him look the girlfriend.
The boyfriend scream terrible. Bad to hear. Make so sad. Make cry.
Old Town - Wednesday - 12.50am
Detective Joe Kelly got out of his car and saw the patrols cars with their flashing lights, the crime scene tape and the gawkers who had assembled outside the alleyway where their latest victim lie. He sighed as he walked over and thought of the call he had received half an hour ago. There had been another one.
"Hey Detective," a patrolman said as he slipped under the tape and walked into the alley itself.
"Fansler," Joe said to Sgt Fansler, "what you doing here?"
"On duty tonight and got the call," Fansler said as he showed Joe over to the victim, "just lucky I guess." His tone said that he could forgo such luck.
The victim was wrapped in a sheet, which was bloody at one end, as Forensics unit was sweeping the area. Fansler knelt and drew back the sheet; he averted his gaze and looked up at Kelly instead of look upon that face again.
"That's enough," Kelly said, averting his eyes from the faceless corpse.
The raw, gouged, bloody flesh, the exposed muscle and bone were bad enough, but it was the eyes - those naked, lidless, staring eyes that was the worst.
"That makes three," Fansler said as he stood. He gestured to a couple guys with a gurney who came forward then as Kelly and Fansler moved a few steps away.
"I can count. Anything new?" Joe asked.
"Naw. Same M.O. As ever - throat slashed, money stolen, face gnawed off."
Kelly shuddered. He had been brought in on the case after the second killing. The first one he had only seen the coroner's photos. Those had been awful, but nothing could match the effect of the real thing up close and still warm and oozing. There was no getting used to this kind of mutilation, no matter how many he saw.
"Any witnesses?"
"Just the boyfriend," Fansler replied, "he didn't see anything. Someone conked him on the head and when he came to he found her like that. He was in hysterics, naturally. They took him over to Northwestern Memorial."
Joe only nodded. He could understand how witnessing this to someone you knew would make you a little crazy. Hell. He didn't know this woman but he felt as if he was on the edge himself. He stood there looking around for a few moments, lost in his own thoughts about this case when suddenly he realized that he as standing there alone. The coroner's boys had taken away the body, and Fansler and the Forensic's team had retreated to their vehicles. He had been left standing alone at the far end of the alley.
And yet not alone.
Someone was watching him. He could feel it. The realization sent a little chill trickling down his back. A quick glance around showed no one paying him the slightest bit of attention. He looked up.
There!
Somewhere in the darkness above, someone was watching him. Probably from the roof. He could sense the piercing scrutiny and it made him a little weak. That was no ghoulish neighborhood voyeur, up there. That was the Killer, he was sure of it.
He had to get to Fansler, have him seal off that building. But he couldn't act spooked. He had to act calm and casual.
See the Detective's eyes. See from way up in dark. Tall-stocky. Hair Red. Nice eyes. Soft green eyes. Not hard like many other eyes. Look here. Even from here see eyes make wide. Him know it me.
Watch the Detective turn slow. Walk Slow. Tell inside him want to run. Must leave here. Leave quick.
Bend low. Run cross roof. Jump to next. And next. Again til most block away. Then down wall. Wrap scarf round head. Hide bad-face. Hunch inside big-big coat. Walk through lighted spots.
Hate light. Hate crowds. Theaters here. Movies and plays. Like them. Some night sneak in and see. See one with man in mask. Hang from wall behind big drapes. Make cry.
Wish there mask for me.
Catch back of truck. Ride home.
Home. Bright bulb hang ceiling. Not care. The old Jessie waiting. The Jessie friend. Only friend. The Jessie's eyes not see. Ever. When the Jessie look me, her face not wear sick-scared look. Hate that look.
Come in kitchen window. The Jessie's face wrinkle-black. Smile when hear me come. TV on. Always on. The Jessie can not watch. Say it company for her.
"You're so late tonight."
"Hard work. Get moneys tonight."
Feel sick. Want cry. Hate kill. Wish stop.
"That's nice, dear. Are you going to put it in the drawer?"
"Doing now."
Empty wallets. Put moneys in slots. Ones first slot. Fives next slot. Then tens and twenties. So the Jessie can pay when boy bring foods. Sometimes eat stealed foods. Mostly the Jessie call for foods.
The Old Jessie hardly walk. Good. Do not want her go out. Bad peoples round here. Many. Hurt one who not see. One bad man try hurt Jessie once. Push through door. Thought only the blind Old Jessie live here.
Lucky the Jessie not alone that day.
Not lucky bad man. Hit the Jessie. Laugh hard. Then look me. Get sick-scared look. Hate that look. Kill him quick. Put in tub. Bleed there. Bad man friend come soon after. Kill him also too. Late at night take both dead bad men out. Go through window. Carry down wall. Throw in river.
No bad men come again. Ever.
"I've been waiting all night for my bath. Do you think you can help me a little, dear?"
Always help. But the Old Jessie always ask. The Jessie very polite.
Chicago PD, 18th Precinct - Wednesday - 3:18am
Detective Joe Kelly sat at his desk with the newly opened case file. He had a photo of her taken before tonight. She was pretty, very pretty. Like the other two who had been killed by the same monster. He tossed the photo down and dragged the other case files over to him. The remains of three lives in this small pile. Somewhere had to be an answer, the threat that linked each of them to the killer.
The Face Off Killer, as the tabloids had started to call him. He hated it, as it trivialize the horror of what had happened here. Three women dead. All young and beautiful. Was there a connection? Some common link? What if all the killings were just random, linked only by the fact that they were all beautiful?
Ellen Park, 22, a secretary at Merrill Lynch, killed while jogging in the park near Lake Shore Dr. Killed two weeks ago.
Milla Jenkins, 26, a housewife, dragged from her car while at a stop light at Halsted & Willow St. Killed last week.
Tonight, Lisa Miller, 23, an aspiring dancer who ducked into and alley for a toot with her boyfriend and never came out.
Two Blondes, one brunette. Body types all varied, but all lookers. But besides that, how in the world could all these women be linked?
"Well, you sure hit the bull's eye about that roof?" Sgt Fansler said as he burst into the office.
"What did you find?" Joe asked as he straightened in his chair.
"Blood."
"Whose?"
"The victim's."
"No prints? No Hairs? No fibers?"
"Lab boys are working on it. But how'd you figure to check the roof top?"
"Lucky guess."
Kelly didn't want to mention that is was just a 'feeling' of being watched from up there. The department rumor mill didn't need any more fodder. But the killer had been watching, hadn't he?
"Any prelims from pathology?"
"Same as ever, Money gone, throat ripped open by a pair of sharp pointed instruments, not knives, the bit marks on the face are the usual; the teeth that made them aren't human, but the saliva is."
The 'non-human' teeth part - more teeth, bigger and sharper teeth than found in any human mouth - had baffled them all from the start. Kelly shuddered. What could explain wounds like that? What were they dealing with here?
It seemed that Joe was attracting all the weird cases lately; first it was the torture/killings of various people across town, ending in one guy who had been set on fire while alive. That particular one had lead him to check out his old partner, Alex Sharpe. He still didn't know if that was leading anywhere. He sure hoped that Alex wasn't involved in that mess.
Joe was pretty sure that Alex had nothing to do with this Face-off Killer case. He had seen Alex's teeth and knew they were nothing like the pathologist were describing. Still, he worried about his old friend and his well-being. He drank too much and one way or another was going to end up in a bad way.
For now, he had to figure out who was killing beautiful young women and gnawing off their faces. He didn't notice when Fansler left; didn't even hear if he said goodbye. He also didn't notice that Fansler had left with a file from his desk. The file on the slaying of the Coven members; the Coven with Alex's wife.
Joe continued looking through all the reports of all three victims, trying to find something to go on. Right now he had nothing.
Posted on 2016-10-18 at 17:39:28.
Edited on 2016-10-18 at 17:46:41 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Of Course
I would never do anything with any NPCs here without asking first. Like I did with Joe. Also, I wouldn't just kill off main storyline NPCs anyway unless it was important to the story itself. Just bad form.
Posted on 2016-10-18 at 14:06:41.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: well
If you're killing off NPCs, Cyrene will be happy to oblige.  Just say the word.
Posted on 2016-10-18 at 13:26:54.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Timing and such
Well I think that Cyrene is on the next day. She arrived on the day that the, so called, "good guys" were at and now she had advanced to the next day (Wednesday). You are all so slow.
I plan to hold Cyrene here till you guys get caught up to the timeline with her. I will start making sure to put the day of the week in the header of my posts so as to avoid confusion.
The year doesn't matter to me. If it is better to advance it to present year, then so be it. Fine with me.
I am working on a little side project for the game; it will involve Det. Kelly, with Eol's permission. Don't worry, I wont kill him.
Posted on 2016-10-18 at 12:30:47.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Steal?
Who's stealing what now? I never!
~Sets out a bowl of Cream and a freshly opened can of Solid White Albacore~
She just comes around for some reason. No idea why!
Posted on 2016-10-17 at 18:40:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Patient Status Update
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Sickbay - Deck 4 - 0730
After Chief Cook had returned to the Sickbay, she picked up her PADD and started to look over the test results for PO Bachmann. She had released Nurse Reynolds to do whatever it was she was doing with the scanner alignment. Dana again shook her head at the readings, they all appeared normal, except... what was this here? An unusual silicate reading in PO Bachmann's blood work. It wasn't anything dangerous, or even harmful as far as she could tell, it was just strange.
PO Ryan Bachmann chose that moment to awaken and look about the room; seeing Cook he spoke up, "Morning Chief!"
"Good Morning Petty Officer," Chief Cook said as she stood and approached his medical bed, "how are you feeling?"
"Hungry," Ryan said with a return smile.
"That's a good sign," Dana said, then asked, "how is the pain?"
"Gone!" Ryan declared with a bigger smile. He didn't mind being in Sickbay, he worked here after all, he just didn't like being a patient.
"Really?" Dana said as she reached for a medical scanner and activated it. She ran it over him and her brows furrowed at the readings.
"Yeah," Ryan said enthusiastically, "do you think I can get out of here?"
Dana didn't seem to hear him as she looked at the scan readings. This didn't make sense. His injuries had subsided, they no longer flared in her scans as they did last night. She picked up a neuro-regenerator and began to apply it to his arm. The few signs of injury began to be repaired just like any normal EM discharge burn that it now appeared to be. After a few passes, all signs of his injury were gone from her scans.
"Hmmm?"
"Chief?" Ryan asked with a puzzled look.
"Oh," Dana snapped out of it and shook her head slightly, "you appear perfectly fine now Petty Officer."
"Great!" Ryan said and looked at her questioningly for a few seconds before asking, "So can I be released? I could use a shower and a big breakfast."
"Yeah," Dana said as she sat the medical tools aside and stepped back, her expression still showing puzzlement. "Yes, you are released, but I want you to report immediately if you feel anything out of the ordinary or if the pain returns. Understand?"
"Absolutely," Ryan said as he hopped up off the bed as if nothing had ever been wrong with him, "Thanks Chief. You do good work."
"Yeah sure," Cook said as she walked back to her desk.
As Ryan made for the door, Cook turned and told him, "Take today off. We dont have any testing going on right now, so rest today alright? The Doctor has ordered update Physicals on all crew members. I will finalize the schedule for them today and we will start first thing tomorrow. So rest, we'll have plenty of lab work for you tomorrow."
"Sure thing Chief," Ryan said as he headed out the door for his quarters to shower and change and then get a big breakfast; he felt like he hadn't eaten in a week.
Dana sat at her desk looking at the new scanner readings of PO Bachmann; still shaking her head at the sudden change in him, she made a few taps and sent them on to join the other tests and readings on the PO as well as her instructions she had made to him.
"Yeoman Toriak," She said tapping her Comm badge.
=/= Toriak here. =/=
"Yeoman," she continued, "I want you to start on the schedules for update physicals on the entire ship's crew as ordered by Doctor Moore."
=/=Understood. I will get started on them right away. =/=
"Forward your schedules to me as you go," Dana instructed, "I want to start on some of them tomorrow. Oh, and leave the Senior staff till last."
=/=Understood.=/=
"Cook out!" Dana finished and sat back with a sigh as she wondered. What just happened here since last night?
Posted on 2016-10-17 at 18:30:24.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Investigation continues
55 East Erie St #SH-2, Near North Side, Chicago, IL - 2:10pm
Cyrene sat in her wood-paneled den with the contents of the folder spread out on a table; she had added print-offs of things from the information that Katul's men had provided which she had thought relevant and not just hearsay. She had to admit that Katul's men were very thorough; they even had a report about the Incident with the slaughter of the Coven written by the cultist that had been involved.
She had gathered all the info from the Police files, copies previously supplied by Sgt Fansler, and info about the dead Cult members and the conditions of their bodies. Most appeared to have been tortured before being finished.
Someone was out for information, but what? she thought.
She looked at the crime scene photos, and compared that to the Coroners reports. It seemed that the person was thorough and enjoyed himself perhaps. They seemed killings of passion, yet for a purpose, as if they were looking for something, or someone. The only difference was the last one. Eddie Stevens, he was killed by fire, without any signs of torture.
This one was personal! Why?
Eddie Stevens? Was Eddie the one the Killer sought? Unlikely. The killing was too quick. If Eddie was the one, she thought the person would take extra time with him. Make sure that he suffered the most. So way was Eddie Stevens different?
Eddie Stevens? Something clicked and she reached out and lifted the stack of photos from the police file of the slaying of the Coven. She had seen something in one of those photos. Yes, there it is. A crime scene photo of the wounds on the only survivor of the slayings, Alexander Sharpe. The photo showed the symbols that were carved in his body by the Cult members who had done the deed. If there was any doubt that the Cult was responsible for the slaying of the Coven, then the symbols on his body, and the symbols of Azazel written in blood at the scene would remove any doubt. She looked closely at the symbols on Sharpe's body; there... not symbols, but letters. E. S.
Eddie Stevens? Was Stevens one of the members who got away? Was he the one that had attempted to kill Sharpe, but for some reason, had let him live. Laying the photo aside, she lifted the paper detailing the events of the Cult Members that were there that night.
Yes, Eddie Stevens name was listed there. He and others had slain the coven because it was attempting to stop the Cult which was planning to perform a ritual in an attempt to summon Azazel. Fools! You didn't summon Azazel like some mongrel pup. He summoned you when he desired your services.
The Cult members had found out where the Coven was gathered and they had attacked in force, slaying all the members. Most of the Cult left then, taking with them any fallen, and left four low level members to string up the bodies in some sort of display of defiance. This Sharpe guy showed up and shot one of the members before the others could subdue him. They strung him up and went to work on him as well Before they could finish him, and string his corpse up next to his wife, someone had interrupted. They reported someone fast, who moved in the darkness and struck them seemingly out of nowhere. They never got a good look at it, and fled the scene taking their dead comrade with them.
Cyrene sat back and laid the report aside. What to make of it? Who was this mysterious person who saved Sharpe? It could be someone Gifted; a powerful one. Could this mystery person be the one slaying the Cult Members. Possible.
"Ma'am?"
She turned to see her man servant, Ernst, standing in the doorway. He was a bulky man of Eastern European descent, who served as her personal servant whenever she traveled.
"Yes?"
"Would Ma'am care for a drink?"
"Yes," she said, "I believe there is some of that delightful '45 Mouton-Rothchilds left. I'll have that."
Ernst moved silently across the room to the bar, poured her a drink, and soon had it sitting before her.
"Anything else, Ma'am?"
"No, I'm fine."
Ernst turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Cyrene looked after him for a moment; he was a wonderful servant and totally devoted to her personally. He was a Cult member, but assigned to her for her private use. He was a Gifted member and he would protect her, even giving his life for her if required. She had fortunately never had to call upon him for that sacrifice; good help was hard to train. She smirked as she borrowed one of Katul's favorite sayings.
Sipping the wine, she let her thoughts move back to the information before her. She needed to find out who this person was that saved Sharpe. But there was no evidence of his identity; the police file didn't mention anything about him, or her.
Sharpe!
He would know who it was, since the person obviously saved his life, he must know them. So it looked like she would be looking into this Alexander Sharpe in any case; either as a potential suspect in the slayings, or in knowing the slayer. Either way, she would have to check him out. But she didn't think she needed to check him out herself, not just yet. She had quite a few people in the area, but this required a special touch. She picked up her cellphone and dialed a number and was rewarded with a quick answer.
"Hello Jen," she said, "Yes, it's Cyrene. I have a small assignment for you. I need you to check out someone for me. Let me know if this person requires further investigation. Yes, come by this afternoon and I will give you further details. Yes, 4 p.m. will be fine. Oh, his name? Alexander Sharpe."
Posted on 2016-10-17 at 17:43:20.
Edited on 2016-10-17 at 17:44:26 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Posted
I've already said what my character is doing; just waiting to find out the result.
Posted on 2016-10-17 at 12:32:36.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Cowboys
When I said someone I meant You, Tann. 
Posted on 2016-10-16 at 19:29:38.
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