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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Doh!
Odyson - I totally forgot that Berk and Reid swapped out so he could go to the dinner. Thanks for the holler, and retro-editing the post now.
Dio might nominate Reid for sainthood for the offer, haha. I'll get a quick kick back to you shortly, and then I have to survive Demo Week. Good luck on your trip Odyson! 
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 12:22:17.
Edited on 2016-10-02 at 12:28:00 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fluffy post done!
Finally got the fluff post done. Weather or not this story is true is *entirely* up to interpretation. Anyone on/wandering onto the bridge around this time, feel free to join in - or hear about the story the next day! Dio is going to pass out soon.
Posted on 2016-10-01 at 13:25:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Fluff fluff
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 2200
Dio was on his fourth cup of coffee for the evening. It was painfully late, and the volume with which he was downing the beverage was starting to make his stomache churn unpleasantly from acid and minimal food. But at least it was helping him stay focused, even if the words on the datapads were starting to blur together and he had scarce things to keep his mind occupied from a tumult of anxious thoughts.
The Peregrine evening was still. Sensors didn't report anything out of the ordinary outside of the ship or around the Coronado. Inside of the ship, the only excitement was a reception he was monitoring on one of a data-pad with considerable personal tension. Even the bridge crew had been somewhat awkward and quiet - the events of the day, the new faces on ship. They had seemingly only looked up from their work occasionally to take in the reception coordination.
Thankfully Lasad knew of the universal ice breaker in Star Fleet.
Past assignment gossip.
"So there we were." Dio waved his arm dramatically to indicate the bridge as a whole, while Crewman Amai listened with veiled amusement to her new chief officer.
"Six diplomats from all over the sector, an admirals, a commodore five captains and a bunch of retinue. We'd spent a day decorating the entire ten-forward for the event. Our chef had decided he wanted to do this elaborate souffle as the final course of the diplomatic dinner. A real kitchen was set up in the Melbourne cargo hold for the affair. All these exotic ingredients he'd picked up on our last stop, it was going to be his crowning achievement. The talk of star fleet!" He paused for dramatic effect, letting his audience take in the set up.
"Oh, I think I've heard this tall tale before, but never from someone claiming to be an eyewitness. Was he three days from retirement, and one of the ambassadors was actually a minister of state?" Miahaya Amai teased from behind the operations station, clearly not entirely buying this, but was still listening to Dio's dramatic rendition. Dio gauged that Thomason might not be interjecting, but he kept tilting his head occasionally to listen.
John looked from Dio to Miahaya and leaned in, "Oh this has got to be good." John could use a good story and a laugh.
"Four weeks actually, and I swear on my honor that this is a true telling." Dio placed his hand over his chest with feigned severity, before cracking another smile.
"Dinner had gone over splendidly, and I, poor ensign that I was, had drawn the short straw to serve the desert. This was after the Chef had given us a twenty-minute-lecture to not so much as breathe on it or it might destabilize the molecular structure of the frosting. It was massive, we were all petrified and I was trying so hard not to shake."
He paused again. The bridge was dead quiet. Amai leaned forward expectantly. Thomason stopped what he was typing on his console, waiting for the punch line.
"... You dropped it on the ambassador didn't you?" Amai finally demanded.
"Not at all!" Lasad leaned forward, one loose braid finally escaping his hair clip and falling forward in front of the officer's face. "I carried it into the ready room and set it down without so much as a jostle to his fancy sugar crystal lattice work. It was a work of art. You had cakes made with his special ingredients, filled with this fancy citrus gel, with a balsamic vinegar reduction drizzled all over the top. Sugar art for all six ambassadors national emblem. It was positively MAJESTIC..."
It was time to bring it home. Dio paused for a moment, before grinning roguishly at his audience "...Tell me, did you ever get punked at the academy by a foaming toilet? Happens around the time first-years go through advanced chemistry?"
Amai looked a little confused at the topic change, then gasped in sudden realization "Yes... OH N..."
"...So apparently one of the ingredients the Chef picked up on shore leave had been mistranslated, and had some interesting chemical acceleration properties he wasn't aware of. Something close to sodium bicarbonate."
"So I'm sitting with the rest of Operations outside, sipping a drink and congratulating each other for a job well done, when we hear the screams from Ten Forward. Before we can so much as twitch, out comes the entire reception dinner - covered in this utterly noxious fruit-scented foam. It was this sickly purple and yellow color, kept pouring out of the room for at least an hour, clung to everything, stained a few dozen dress uniforms and made what survived of the cake utterly inedible. Apparently slicing up the desert display had been enough to mix things and start up the chemical reaction. And it was on that very day, I learned three very important lessons."
Amai, by this point, had stopped laughing and was wiping tears out of her eyes.
"One, mystery treats should always be run by the science department. Two, replicators are woefully under-appreciated by Chefs and should *always* be used when preparing official dinners. And three, never celebrate a job well done until it's actually over - because the universe has a helluva sense of humor."
((Leaving optional openings for Reid (now filled in!), but otherwise the next post will be end of shift and Dio going to bed
Posted on 2016-10-01 at 13:20:35.
Edited on 2016-10-02 at 12:27:00 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Still here!
Dio is desperately trying to stay sharp through his first shift at con, and trying to put on a good face/repair the impression he made on his captain the first day. The lt is pretty much convinced the captain hates him/thinks Dio is a spy and his only hope is to be far too valuable to kick off the ship. But he's also had a hella rough 2 days for the dude and is basically running on espresso and stubbornness. The moment his shift ends, he's going to his room and falling flat on his face before his alpha-shift in the morning.
It's the tail end of video-game-convention season IRL for me, and I've been overseeing some massive overhauls to my department the last few months (with only one lead to keep an eye on 14 people YAY).
I should have a short fluf post up shortly for the Bridge. I'd originally intended for Lt Moriden to show up and sandbag Dio into attending the diplomatic event, but I think she'll show mercy this time.
Posted on 2016-09-25 at 13:46:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Reception set-up done.
FINALLY finished the post for the reception set-up.
@Eol - The face is *perfect*, and "pretty" is a great adjective to define Dio. He's Risan afterall. :p
AMG I'm sorry this took so long to write. I was 50% through it Friday night when my laptop died, so I had to remember everything I had come up with.
Posted on 2016-09-11 at 12:13:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: PARTY PLAN!
Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday!)
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 1645
"Alright, Mister Pierce, Mister Suder, I apologize again for interrupting your down time, but I'm nailed to the con and we have a party to plan."
=/= Ready sir!=/=
Dio took a quick sip of his coffee, a data pad with the layout of the Captain's mess balanced in his lap and another in his hand with Dr Moore's information on dietary needs that she'd sent out earlier.
A vegetarian and a carnivore walk into a reception and we need them to not kill each other. This'll be fun
"Few rules - no flowering plants. Since we're short staffed, instead of serving we'll have two small stations at the head of the room, in front of the replicator. One tricked out in the Kuldar colors, one for the Rytain. We'll put Federation blue and drinks between the two."
That should also eliminate the risk of having someone offered the wrong food and taking offense.
"For the Kuldar, we're going to have a cook-to-order hot appetizer station. Either of you two familiar with Korean or Mongolian style BBQ from Earth?"
=/= Afraid I've never partaken sir, but Natasha here says she's been around a few times.=/=
"See if there's a metal hot plate design in the replicator for that. The blood sauces are going to be tricky - I'll see what I can program in while you two are decorating. Wake Juarez up and get him to tweak down the heat detector for the Captain's mess during the event and increase the air scrubbers. I don't want so much as a iota of smoke getting away from the stations - maybe a passive force field?"
"For the Rytain, cold appetizers. All vegetarian. maybe a small fruit desert. I'll see what we have that's sufficiently artistic."
=/= I'd suggest checking the Betazed recipes sir, there are some very lovely southern succulent recipes that would look lovely.=/=
"I'll take any help I can get. Mister Pierce, since you were present for our last big event, you have some idea of the decorative needs. We don't need to go all out for the reception - keep it tasteful, but clear which station is for who."
Lasad rubbed his temples for a moment, before changing the datapad to bring up the replicator system. "I've got a menu to make."
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Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Bridge - 1830
The bridge was an odd sight. There were two or three plates of food around the bridge chair, some still with half-eaten remains of various flowers and display fruits from several failed experiments. Leah had been kind enough to run them up to the bridge as he programmed. Dio was happy to offer Ensign Thomason, PO Amai and Lt Berk.
"Lieutenant Berk!" Dio said cheerily, as the plates went around the bridge "I realize some of this isn't going to be perfect to everyone's taste buds, and today is hardly going according to protocol, but please let me know if I get too far out of bounds."
((OOC: Opening left here for RP if Berk is feeling chatty, but optional.))
The main viewscreen had a view of the Captain's Mess, which had undergone a very rapid transformation. The head of the room now had two small tables. The right station had a lovely gold and russet tablecloth, over top of it was a polished sandstone mossiac. A small Rytain banner hanging behind it, and a small menu of black polished slate with the offerings and ingredients listed resting beside little plates waiting for finger food.
The left station was wrapped in dark purple and black silks, a doe-soft leather skin (Dio did not ask where Pierce had acquired this) over the top. A small metal Mongolian grill the size of a skillet had been rigged up over a hot plate and was starting to reach a nice glow. The Kuldaran banner hung n the wall behind it in a mirror to the Rytain station, while the menu here was a thin piece of hammered copper.
Natasha was speaking rapidly over the bridge speakers, now in a dress uniform while Tam ran around behind her frantically clearing out the remaining, unused decorations. =/=...Juarez even managed to rig some very small local force fields up for the stations. One around the hot plate to keep any steam or smoke rising up to the air scrubbers and not lurking in the room - it's a trick my dad's restaurant on Starbase 35 used something similar and it's a wonder. There's another one over the Rytain table with a micro-environment to keep things chilled.=/=
Between the two stations was a Federation banner and a table laden with different drinks. Carefully labeled and selected to be safe for everyone attending, so they wouldn't have to patrol everyone's drinking. The ceiling corners of the room was decorated with a few small wind chimes - two of hammered metal, and two others of thin pipes of petrified wood, added soft musical notes to the room. They also hid the soft hum of the air scrubbers working.
"You two worked miracles, and I owe this whole team a night on the town next time we've got shore leave. I also finally some menu items for you. Mister Peirce, you're on the Kuldaran stations since you've got the most familiarity with the food preparation. Mister Suder, you've got the Rytain station. Info is heading your way including the names they're programmed as in the replicator."
Rytain 1 - Roses made of Daikon raddish, cucumber, tomato and bell pepper, with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and a dash of red wine vinegar.
Rytain 2 - Small spring rolls, stuffed with green onion, avacado, sprouts, and red cabbage. The rolls were sliced in half and the vegetables emerged from the top like a tiny bouquet. Served with a sweet-spicy soy and mustard sauce.
Rytain 3 - Small woven salad cups of Betazoid blue-leaf, with a salad made of starfruit, prickly pear and mango inside.
Kuldar 1-3 - Three raw meats - Venison, beef and lamb. Sliced razor-thin and kept chilled until they moment they hit the grill.
Kuldar 4 - Sauce one, beef blood and red wine reduction, heavy on pepper.
Kuldar 5 - Second sauce, lamb blood, rice wine vinegar and blood.
"You'll want to offer some forks for the meat - there's no way to keep it from being messy. But everything else is solid finger food."
Natasha laughed, a full-throated cheery belly laugh that lifted even Dio's exhausted spirits by it's presence =/=We've got the info now, and will start getting the food replicated and laid out. It's a small party so we should be fine.=/=
Dio grinned in response, rubbing the back of his neck "Better to be prepared. Cover our bases, best foot forward, white-glove and all."
I'm not going to count on anything going right at this point.
Posted on 2016-09-11 at 12:11:37.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Catching up on the Q&A
Long weekend but still here and reading!
Re:staffing and OPS covering for Tac. Given the relative inexperience of the OPS team, save for Lasad and Moriden, there's unlikely to be anyone whose *really* cross-trained. But anyone pulling a OPS shift should at least know how to "raise shields" while back-up arrives, at least enough to help cover Gamma. Even if it's temporary while we have guests. I differ to the Boss on this one.
Re@ Crew portraits. I love the ones you've done so far Eol, and that look for Dio is fun! Ra from Stargate is a very good approximation of Dio Lasad's looks. A bit older then he was in that movie, hair all up in big fancy braids in the back. With gobs of near-perpetual seeming cheer and charisma around him.
So not Ra's personality. :p
I'm finishing up some fluff for the Captain's Mess/Reception, should have it up soon!
Posted on 2016-09-08 at 21:00:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Guess whose coming to dinner..
Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday!)
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 1630
Lt Lasad took special care to introduce himself to the Beta shift as they trickled in.
The vertically imposing but friendly Ensign Thomason was on Helm for the evening. Petty Officer Miahaya Amai was equally prompt, and the enchantingly dark-eyed petty officer who sat down at Operations had a voice his father would have called 'smokey'.
Alas, is every pretty face on this ship in my command structure? I think my only hope left is Medical. Fate, thou art the cruelest bitch.
Thomason seemed surprised by the new face in the center seat, but after friendly introductions were exchanged, he settled into work the helm station. The three on duty for Beta shift seemed content to pass a quiet evening. Dio had a double espresso at hand and a pad full of logs and information to read through while he monitored the ship.
=/=Lt Moriden to Bridge, Lt Lasad=/=
Never had the simple sound of communications caused so much dread. Lasad put on his bravest face on as he tapped his badge.
"Yes Lieutenant?"
=/=I neglected to inform you *wheeze* earlier. There is a Ambassadorial reception at the Captain's Mess at 1900 hours. Department heads have been *wheeze* cordially invited to attend.=/=
Dio's temples throbbed. His R&R had ended in a beating, a very uncomfortable day unconsciousness in a cargo container, a mad dash onto his new assignment, disconcerting revelations, ambassadorial preparations on the flt, second officer, and a command shift. The last actual night of proper sleep for the Risan was over 36 hours passed and he still had the eight hour shift to get through before he could get real rest. The mere idea of having to conduct ambassadorial pleasantries in his current state was mortifying.
"Uh, that's very thoughtful of you Lt Moriden. Thank you to the utmost for remembering to include me but I have the command shift tonight and couldn't possibly leave the bridge."
=/=That is no problem *wheeze*, I would have no problem taking over Command you so that the *wheeze* Operations Chief *wheeze* can attend this *wheeze*important event....=/=
...if she was human, I'd swear that was sarcastic.
"Lieutenant Moriden!" Dio interjected hastily, almost dropping the coffee cup in his hand. "Please, I appreciate your offer, but it would be remiss of me as your Chief to allow you to miss out on your downtime. I'll reach out to hospitality to make sure they have organization of things well in hand, but please, enjoy your evening."
There was a pause before Moriden replied =/=Understood *wheeze* sir. Pleasant evening. *wheeze*
"And you as well Moriden."
(Next time, Event planning!))
Posted on 2016-08-31 at 20:38:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: DISCO FEVER!
I think Dio will organize a christening party for the ol' Observation Lounge. I favor Falcon's Roost or The Aerie. ^.~
With disco balls, because of COURSE.
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 14:33:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: BACK!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA gods I'm so tired, but I'm back.
Dio has Beta Command, I don't think any other PC's share a bridge shift with him on Mondays (going off the Crew Compliment and Roster on Pg 1 of Q&A) but I'll be posting about the goings-ons of the rest of the Operations NPC's a little later.
Posted on 2016-08-21 at 14:03:31.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Return of the Dio
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 2- 1200 through 1350
There were months worth of personal files, official logs and reports to sift through. Vastly more then he could get through in his scant time before the command shift. And more kept pouring in over the next few hours for him to sift through.
Tara Palmer had a very apologetic and acerbic message complaining of all the last minute personal changes on the ship with no time to prepare and if he could bring this up with Starfleet Personnel. Her feathers were most definitely ruffled.
Lassad agreed personally, and made a note to himself that he needed to give his staff some kind of treat when time and the mission allowed. Between staff changes and surprise ambassadors beyond their normal scope, they needed some recognition and a kind word. Come to think of it, the whole ship was likely to be rattled and in need of some morale, he mused. He was a little restricted in what he could arrange while they had ambassadors on board and were generally on high alert. But maybe an after-mission party? If there was one thing Dio prided himself in, it was a happy crew. He needed to find out what the crew hobbies were.
Dio realized his thoughts were starting to ramble, and shook his head violently to get his focus back. There'd be time to ponder events and R&R later. The Risan wasn't one for conspiracy theories, but he hadn't stayed alive this long by ignoring the motion of the ocean. Something was going on, someone had a major axe to grind and the influence and position to make it happen.
Look at the evidence.
1) Every single member of the command staff on the Peregrine, except the Captain and XO, had been replaced at this point.
2) His personal records had been sealed just before a last-minute transfer halfway across the cosmos.
The captain hadn't been fibbing about his service record. A few careful inquiries through a previous companion in the Starfleet Personal confirmed that his entire service record had been sealed. Allan hadn't been able to find out who had ordered the seal, but it had been relatively recently... and thorough.
Who is being punished here? One of us individually? Collectively? Or is this directed at the Captain?
More then anything, Dio very much wanted to get some sleep. But he had a command shift to sit and a lot more to think about. Or try not to think about. "Garbage Scow" seemed to be a more valid, looming threat with each passing hour.
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 1400
Meeting time. Lassad took the time to change back into his normal uniform, pin his braided hair back up and obtained a fresh cup of very strong coffee. Unaware of the drama that had taken place earlier on in the afternoon, to Dio it appeared that the ship was underway to their destination and all was relatively well and quiet. The ambassadors had returned to their suite. The bridge crew felt tense, but that was to be expected given the changeovers of the last few hours. Lt Moriden was manning the Operations station and avidly working. Zai was seated in the command chair looking mysteriously thoughtful and weary.
Screw pennies, I'd give a bar of gold-pressed latinum for those thoughts.
Dio bit his tongue to ensure his mouth stayed shut, as he gave the XO a nod and walked over to the Operations station. Leaning against the small pillar, he offered a hand and smile to Lt Moriden, who had been studiously ignoring him up until now.
"Lt Moriden, if you've got a little time before Beta shift starts, I'd like to go over the Operations department with you as we discussed."
Moriden gave him a curt nod, but a touch less hostile then before. The new department chief still seemed entirely too flighty for her sensibilities, but after the last few hours, it was almost refreshing to have the seemingly cheery man on bridge.
Almost.
"So I've begun going over all the documentation. You've done a spectacular job by the way, given the... hmm... Chaotic circumstances?" Lassad lowered his voice down to a low conversational tone, so as not to disrupt the rest of the bridge. "I've signed off on those requisitions that were still pending. But I could really use a quick sum-up of where the department stands while I get up to speed, what you feel our immediate needs are....."
~long wheeze~
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 1500
By the time shift change came around, Lassad's head was starting to ache, but he had a better idea of what the mission was and the crew standing. Even the captain of the Peregrine had changed relatively recently. In many ways, it was a relatively new crew overall - but instead of a proper shakedown, they were being sent on a fairly important and delicate mission. Moriden was definitely still not fond of him, but she did give him direction in what reports and information to review first.
What a disaster!
"Thank you again Moriden. Please enjoy your evening, and I'll continue reviewing these through my command shift."
Dio stepped back form the operations station and made his way down to the bridge section with as much of a cheery bounce and confident airs as he could put in his step through exhaustion and aggravated old injuries.
Medical checkin tomorrow.
"Good Evening sir, reporting for Beta command shift."
Lassad listened intently, giving an official salute as Tochi stood down from command. Taking the hand-off and "I'll be sure to alert you if anything untoward happens sir, have a good evening."
The rest of Beta began trickling in, and Dio prepared to make his introductions....
((OK! All caught up to present, if anyone needs me for a back post during those hours, let me know. Moriden and Dio would have been quietly discussing pretty routine stuff to get him up to speed through their hour before 1500.))
Posted on 2016-08-21 at 13:57:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fsking software industry.
HEY MCTAVISH! Welcome!
I am so sorry for flaking out the last two weeks. I'm having a come-to-Cthulhu meeting with my boss about my workload next week, and farming out more tasks to minions. I went from managing six people with help to managing (and training) eleven people with very little help in about a month. My brain hurts and I've missed you guys.
ELDER GODS AS MY WITNESS I AM POSTING EVERY DAY.
Posted on 2016-05-16 at 22:56:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: I hate work.
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 2 - 1215
Another crisis drew the XO away, and Lt Lasad quickly ducked away before he could be interrogated for a record he had no part of. Making his way back to his quarters to catch his breathe again. The last few days were a blur, his side ached from bruises over healing burns. The unexpected revelation of his records, the sudden thrust into the role of Second Officer and borderline ambassadorial status had been rattled to his normal unshakable confidence.
New lesson Dio - Cargo containers and sedation do not make for rejuvenating rest! And trying to take a short nap before my meeting with Moriden at 1400 just screams disaster.
His quarters were a depressingly bland reminder of how much he'd left behind on the Melbourne in the haste to leave. At least he had his own room! He'd half expected that the crew would be stacked up like cord wood. Dio sprawled into a chair in his quarters, an enormous cup of coffee in his hand as he started to pull up status reports and tasks from the officers briefing.
First, for a note to the Hospitality staff - forwarning them of the exotic dietary restrictions and some notations of replicator recipes they could recommend if either ambassador asked them for meal suggestions. And additional reminder to all staff to keep an eye out for anyone trying to handle the Ambassadors meals.
Maybe paranoia is catching, but I don't think we can be too careful.
One report from the logistics specialist regarding some components they'd onboarded for the science officer. Some of it was pretty exotic stuff, Dio wasn't a botanist, but some of this seemed better suited for a major science installation. One informal complaint from their communication specialist Miahaya Amai - apparently the personnel manager and his quartermaster (Logistics specialist Dio!) were having near-daily fights in the stock office and the din could be heard down the hall.
No corresponding complaints from either Palmer or Brok. That confused Dio until he started pulling up their files.... Darasterlee Brok, Petty Officer 1st Class - Tellarite.
In the privacy of his quarters, he leaned back in his seat and cried out to the uncaring stars in hysterical laughter, half of it shook with tears. "Of course. Of course! Nothing about this assignment is going to be easy!"
Why hasn't Tara complained though?
Posted on 2016-05-16 at 22:52:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Woo!
Dox, going to miss you a lot and I regret that our characters never really got to meet and RP.
I've got a series of fluff posts between Dio and his staff over the next few hours, but they're not anything that can't be done another time if any of the department heads would want to meet with him in the next three hours of in-game time.
Posted on 2016-04-26 at 21:28:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Welcome ambassadors!
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Transporter room one - 1155
The briefing had been a whirlwind of information. The culinary requirements of the ambassadors alone were going to be a headache, and Dio anticipated shenanigans if the ambassadors tried to eat in the observation deck. Hopefully they'd prefer the quiet and comfort of their quarters over eating out - he'd have to get a few special dishes made and programmed into the replicator just for them.
Dio was politely friendly to the other department chiefs as they wrapped up the briefing lunch, exchanging what little information he had and exchanging polite pleasantries as they went out and about their business.
Greeting ambassadors was a new experience for Lasad. On the Melbourne he'd not ranked high enough to be included on reception duties. He almost didn't remember how his dress uniform went on, but he managed to be on-time and ready in the transporter room without humiliating himself or his new commanding officers.
He had gotten relatively settled and professional when Captain Drake and Lt Berk began talking.
"Aye, sir, no escorting the guests straight to the brig then." Mathias responded with a smile in kind.
Dio choked back a laugh at that thought, only partially successful. He immediately straightening back up and to attention as the Captain signaled the transporter technician to start beam over.
Drake began introducing the officers to the Ambassador. Lasad nodded politely as his name came around, maintaining a friendly closed-mouth smile. He was absolutely not going to open his mouth and make either the captain or the ship look bad in front of the ambassadors.
There was an extremely tense moment when the Ambassadors (correctly) called out that the guards were as much to keep an eye on them as protect. Dio was prepared to jump in if ... but surprisingly, the ambassadors also accepted the necessity of such peacefully.
Stars bless us, one stroke of luck.
"Ambassadors, this way please." Mathias said, with a shallow bow and gesturing to the transporter room doors.
Dio waited for a moment to see if the ambassadors needed assistance with their luggage. But they seemed to have either packed light or took it as a point of pride that they did not need porters - neither waited for Berk or himself to offer assistance, and instead followed the beefy officer out of the transporter room.
The door closed again with a soft whoosh. Lasad didn't exactly sag, but he did release a breathe he hadn't been aware he'd been holding until now. Exchanging a look with both Captain Drake and Lt Zai now that they were relatively alone "Does that normally happen when dealing with Ambassadors?"
((OOC: If anyone had anything they wanted to say/chat or RP with Dio before or right after the Ambassadors arrival, send me a PM! Otherwise there will be a few fluff posts between him and his staff leading up to his first command shift.)
Posted on 2016-04-26 at 21:15:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ouch
I totally understand those feels. I left my fleet of almost a decade under similar circumstances, so I know it can be a huge bummer and leave a bad taste in the mouth. Take the time you need, you rock, we'll be here.
All hugs and care Duncan. Don't talk to any strange Lofwyrs!
Posted on 2016-04-20 at 14:28:38.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: wheeeee
Giving me lead of the team, doubling the size of said team in a few weeks and having to train alllll the new guys.
*falls on face*
But they're done, good and ready to do their jobs with minimal input. So now I'm back to doing the job of 1.5 people instead of three.
Posted on 2016-04-18 at 12:01:51.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: Baaack
The giggling monstrosity had been fast. Faster at least then the shambling corpses that revealed themselves. Irel prided herself in her accuracy with the arrow, so her only consolation for missing the mark against such a creature was that it had evidently been skilled enough to grasp their nibble "bard" of the blades. It was a poor consolation though as the bard cried out and then sickeningly silent. Oaths did not flow so easily from her lips, but the flow of creative curses from Talca was a comforting dose of familiarity in this awful stench-ridden night.
As Rae and Kharox drove the cackling undead back, Irel circled around the pilgrims and party opposite of Talca. The two a pair of watchful hounds around the party and fallen pilgrims. Her bow trained at the forest and road. Undead were something she was only familiar with in dusty tomes and old stories. Whatever concern she felt for the roguish young compatriot was supplanted by long training to protect and defend. The spells at her disposal could do little to assist in the healing of the pilgrims or Pepper. And the clerics certainly had the fallen well in hand.
"The town is not far, melloneamin," Talca said, "if we hurry, we can be there before full dark."
After the confusion following battle and shambling death amoungst them, the veteran guardswoman finally spoke up. "I agree. We should make for the town as fast as legs can take us" Irel said in a gruff voice said, reaching forward to touch Pepper on the shoulder. Giving the "bard" a quick look-over for her own peace of mind that she was well. The clerics did good work and she seemed well enough. A soft thank to Kith-Jora was uttered under her breathe in Silvari before releasing Pepper.
"I'll be ready to ensnare the unclean dead should they attack again, to buy time to put distance between them and us." Irel's gravely voice was soft, barely enough to carry through the group as she straightened back up and returned to her guard position.
((Irel is on guard primarily, keeping opposite of Talca so they have near or total 360 coverage by arrows. If they get rushed by a large group of zombies. Irel is prepared to use Web spell to ensnare the undead to buy the group time to retreat. Failing that, if they get swarmed at close range, she'll fall back on Cat's Grace for Pepper since she's been injured, and a Shield for herself.)
Posted on 2016-04-18 at 11:59:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: BACK AND BAD!
One of those weeks for all! But I'm back, Dio is posted, exciting and good stuff.
YAY! I missed you guys.
Posted on 2016-04-09 at 14:02:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Hmmmm
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Bridge and Turbolift, enroute to Captain Mess - 1045
Dio made his way out the Captain Drake's ready room, maintaining a level of professional calm as he went directly to the turbolift. He was not fleeing the ready room. Nosir. Inside and briefly alone, Dio rubbed his face with both hands to get his color back.
Why in the name of all the moons and lights of the universe are my records sealed? Crap on a warp core! The Captain thought I was Intelligence! He probably still does! I didn't exactly give him compelling reasons for why it might be?! I'll be lucky if I don't end up
Lets be honest. I can't even give myself compelling reasons. I haven't done anything though! I like to think I'm a decent officer. I did pretty well on the Melbourne. OK, I've done some people, but nothing that would get my records sealed. Could....could I be some kind of secret agent and not know it??
Dio shook his head to clear it, forcing himself to stand up straight and pull his uniform taunt. "Don't be daft Dio." he scolded himself, before the doors of the turbolift opened. Some mysteries he'd have to sort out later.
At the rate I'm going, I'll be lucky if I'm not chief operations of a garbage scow by the end of the week.
Walking out of the turbolift, he walked directly toward the Mess, head held high. For a firing squad or whatever else might come his way.
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Captain's Mess - 1100
Dio scooted into the room ten minutes early, the slender lean man nodding politely to both the familiar and unfamiliar faces. The second officer chair on the captain's left was unoccupied and he (hesitantly) took the seat. Letting his data padd rest on the table as he leaned back somewhat comfortably. While business was business, finding himself sitting across from their extremely curious and odd First Officer was at least a pleasant distraction from his own turmoil.
At the captains reminder (and his rumbling stomach reminding him that he'd had nothing but coffee for the last day and a half), he quickly got himself a plate of steamed fish and rice covered in bitter herbs and fresh lemon. Forcing himself to eat with dignity and not like a starving man.
"...Before we go any further, I would like to officially welcome Lieutenant Dio Lasad, our new Chief of Operations..."
Dio offered a warm smile and wave to those assembled, but did not speak right now while the captain was still briefing them. This mission certainly seemed like it had gone sideways before they'd even left dock. His own personal problems aside, it all seemed very suspicious. Lasad was attentively taking notes on his data padd while eating.
Drake smile ruefully. "That said, again, these people need to be treated with the utmost respect. They get priority access to the holosuites, to our recreational facilities, etc. Please show them all possible hospitality."
Lasad took a note on his data padd Brief hospitality staff and the logistics team on special TLC requirements. Best behavior.
The captain went on, discussing the details of the mission, Dio listening attentively as the captain's gaze turned directly toward him.
"Lieutenant Lasad, I understand that you have the modifications well in hand. That said, I want you to confer with Lieutenant Berk to see if we need to do any special modulation with the shields to maximize our resistance to a potential attack. Also, please review your Damage Control plan to be sure that we are ready, and coordinate that with Commander Thorson."
"Of course sir." Dio looked down the table, nodding at Thorson and the gentleman the captain indicated as 'Berk'. Clearing his throat and setting aside his silverware very nearly before continuing.
"To be frank sirs. Based on your initial description and tactical information, I personally don't see that the ambassadors respective races are a direct threat to the ship. Technologically they don't seem to have the capability. What I am concerned with based on this, is any third parties who might have either have a interest in the Dilithium, or is invested in the conflict between these two races continuing. Such third parties would certainly be interested in seeing this summit go (if I might be plain) straight to hell. Sir"
((OOC: I'M BAAAAACK! Feel free to interject, I can backpost around ect.))
Posted on 2016-04-09 at 13:59:49.
Edited on 2016-04-09 at 14:04:22 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yay post/boohiss work
Training three new hires (four next week), I finally got a lunch break for once! Going to grab some food and try to post today.
Posted on 2016-04-05 at 13:31:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Lawl
Nah, not changing around staff at this point. Was just curious and missed the breakdown of staff when I looked through the page-1 posts. Thanks!
Posted on 2016-04-01 at 20:22:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Be safe!
Duncan, glad you're OK.....but seriously take it easy and be safe. Concussions shouldn't be messed with.
Aw, glad you like the little background npc notes. Pierce and Finnley will one day reveal what they were betting on.
Question for t_catt11 - How much staff does the OPS department generally have? Just curious.
Posted on 2016-04-01 at 12:35:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dio and Captain 2
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1030
Captain Drake stood. "Lieutenant, if you have a moment, I would appreciate you joining me in the Ready Room."
Dio dropped from his at-attention to a more relaxed stance, but he still kept himself at a fairly stiff posture. He couldn't get enough of neutral tone. "Of course sir." Dio replied to his request. If he was going to get a dressing-down for his abrupt arrival, he'd much rather it be in private. And thus far he couldn't get any kind of read on his commanding officer
The Captain nodded. "Lieutenant Moriden, you have the bridge." With that, he led the new operations chief through a side door and down the short hall to the ready room.
Upon entering, Drake took the chair behind his desk and gestured for Lasad to take the facing chair. "Please, Lieutenant, have a seat," he spoke.
Dio kept his attention focused on the Captain,
"First off," Silas began, "I would like to make you feel welcome aboard the Peregrine. I understand that you have hit the proverbial ground running; Lieutenant Zai tells me that you have done some excellent work in preparing the ambassador quarters. That sort of work ethic does not go unnoticed."
A frown crossed the Captain's face as he talked. "As I am sure that you have already heard, we're in a bit of disarray right now. Half of my department heads have been replaced within the past twenty-four hours; for such to happen at the onset of a delicate mission... that, as I'm sure you are well aware, is a bit unusual." As he spoke, the Captain had allowed his gaze to wander among the various model ships around the room, but now, it focused on Lasad.
Dio had been nodding along, providing polite words of agreement with what he had to say. That he'd done excellent work in the quarters allowed him to relax somewhat. It was bizzare that so many department heads had been replaced at once, before a major mission. He couldn't disagree with the captain on that.
"What troubles me," he continued, "is that I know almost nothing about my new Chief of Operations. Starfleet Command sent me the dossier of a completely different officer; until two hours ago, I had believed that your role would be handled by a Lieutenant Tetsuku... and then, you show up. Are you aware, Lieutenant, that your service record is currently sealed?"
That caught Dio completely off-guard. He'd known about the record mix-up (which was odd). His carefully managed professional appearence broke in wide-eyed shock.
"N..no sir, I was not aware. I knew about the mix-up with Lieutenant Tetsuku and contacted Starfleet staffing days ago to have it corrected. I was told it was only a mix-up in names, and my records were in your hands. Sir."
"Despite my best efforts," Drake spoke, "I have been unable to gain much of any information on you. Even my resident master of bureaucracy, Yeoman Vish, was unable to unearth much about you; staffing claims that there is a records error." His tone made it clear how deeply Drake believed in such a claim. "Tell me, Lieutenant, how long have you had your second pip?"
Dio managed to regain some of his composure, but he couldn't hide that color was steadily draining from his face. "I've been a full Lieutenant since 2362, sir."
Drake nodded. "That lines up with what I thought... and puts me in a bit of a difficult situation. You see, on a tiny ship like the Peregrine, we simply lack many senior officers. All told, there are exactly six of us ranked lieutenant or higher... and of those, one is the ship's doctor, and one is the chief engineer. That means that there are a mere four line officers above lieutenant junior grade. Lieutenant Berk appears to be a competent officer with an excellent service record, but he is very recently promoted. With you having the seniority, it would seem that you should be slotted to be my new Second Officer... and yet, I know next to nothing about you. Lieutenant Lasad, that frankly does not make me feel warm and fuzzy."
The Captain's voice took on a bit of a hard edge. "I am ultimately responsible for all sixty-seven souls aboard this ship - sixty-nine for the next few days, thanks to the presence of our guests. It is my duty to know everything that there is to know about this ship and her crew, so that I can make the best decisions possible for the common benefit. A wildcard of this magnitude puts me ill at ease." If anything, Drake's gaze grew more intense. "Lieutenant, I have a few direct questions for you, and I need honest answers for them. I trust that you will answer them to the best of your ability."
Dio just nodded mutely at that hard stare, his insides steadily twisting up inside with fear. He could hardly blame the Captain for being warry and suspicious - at this point, he could hardly picture a scenario where the Captain would trust Lasad in the future. But it wasn't Drake's expression that was filling him with dread.
Why are my records sealed? I haven't done anything wrong!
Silas folded his hands in his lap and leaned back. "First - are you currently, or have you previously been, assigned to Starfleet Intelligence? Second - what was your last assignment, how long were you there, and who did you serve under? Third - is there any factor that would prevent you from doing your duty, both as Chief of Operations and as Second Officer of this vessel? Finally - is there anything else that I need to know about you?"
"I have never or currently been in Starfleet Intelligence, sir!" Dio said, with more vehemence then he'd intended. He took a deep breathe to calm down before continuing "My last assignment was the USS Melbourne, where I served for the last four years. There are no factors... that I am aware of... that would prevent me from performing my duties to you as Chief of Operations and as Second Officer to your ship, to the utmost of my abilities. As for myself... I...."
Dio paused for a moment, searching for what he could say without destroying what little opinion his commanding officer held.
That someone(s) out there seems to have a very active and hostile dislike for me? The incident on the Melbourne around Epsilon that put us in dry dock and me on my back? That my records are sealed and I don't even know why?! That I was stuffed into a cargo container and knocked out for a day? That someone may be trying to punish one or both of us with this assignment?
"Well, I'm a native from Risa, hopefully that much is in my records." He tried to crack a joke about the situation, but it fell flat even to his ears. "I've got extensive experience with a pretty broad range of planet-side weather and environmental controls. My specialty is more in Stellar Cartography and sensor-communications".
Drake sighed and relaxed his demeanor a bit. "Very well. I hope that you understand my need to perform due diligence. Lieutenant, you will find that I will be your staunchest ally - provided that me functioning as such does not come before my duty to this ship and her crew. I again wish to sincerely welcome you aboard the Peregrine."
"I completely understand sir." The captain seemed genuine enough in saying he'd help, but Dio didn't feel any personal optimism for that prospect, based on past experience. He managed a forced smile for the captain "And thank you again for the welcome."
The Captain stood and straightened his tunic. "And now, it's just about time for the staff meeting. Dismissed."
((OOC: If you want to fill in more questions, answers or comments into the convo, feel free! I'll weave Dio's counter-replies in around 'em))
Posted on 2016-04-01 at 10:41:02.
Edited on 2016-04-01 at 10:42:18 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dio meeets the captain.
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Deck 3 - VIP Suites - 1000
Lasad shook Zai's hand when offered, with a real smile in return "Thank you again Tochi, I appreciate the welcome and look forward to both the meeting and working with you."
He even managed a friendly wave as the XO departed. Leah and Natasha waved at him as well. But as soon as the Lt was out of sight, Leah elbowed Natasha in the ribs. The later grumbling softly and passed a small shiny stone over to Leah.
Dio raised both his eyebrows at that gesture. But at this point, he'd given up asking what they were doing. Instead he snatched up the last scraps of old hardware and upholstery they'd pulled up. Cheery voice ringing out as he walked away. "Thank you so much for your assistance Crewmen Finnley, Pierce. Excellent work! I've dragged you both off your normal duties and down time for far long enough."
He peeked back in for a moment "I'll arrange for a staff meeting in the next few days, as well as individual meetings over the coming weeks."
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Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Deck 2 and Bridge - 1030
Dio got back to his quarters quickly thereafter, running through the ultrasound shower so he smelled less like leather and sand. A second cup of coffee and a few quiet minutes to gather his thoughts, ease both his head and his stomache. The way his day was going, he doubted there'd be any time to see the chief medical officer tonight.
Time to beard the Lion in his den. Sweet cosmos my brain is full of cliches today.
The turbolift carried him up the short distance to the Bridge. Which compared to his last few hours, was blessed calm and orderly. He nodded politely to those in attendance, and proceeded directly to the captain's chair - where whom he could only assume was the Captain was seated now. A man of average-tall height, sandy hair, human (Dio was guessing here) with a bit of a brooding look and a firm gaze. No nonsense officer material written all over.
Remember the lemons.
He stopped the exact proper two steps from the Captain's chair, before snapping to a salute.
"Lt Dio Lasad, new chief of operations, reporting for duty, Sir!"
(Feel free to msg me for collab!)
Posted on 2016-03-31 at 21:05:06.
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