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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Finally
Stardate: 2366.10.21
USS Valmont, Lt. Arevaci's private quarters – 1730
Christoph Arevaci sat quietly in his quarters waiting for the transfer to the Discovery, with all of his personal belongings were neatly packed in the largish duffel bag at his feet. Having grown up on a series of deep-space vessels with frequent transfers, he had developed little attachment to most material goods, since he had never been allowed to keep them for long anyway. Aside from a very few personal belongings, much of the bag was filled with clothing, mostly Starfleet issue. As the strains of sift music drifted through the speakers, Christoph was filled with a sudden longing – the old familiar call of space even deeper. He casually kicked the bag across the room in the general direction of the door. It mattered not how he treated – the one possession for which he held any concern was already cradles in his arms.
The lap harp had been a gift from a woman whose name he could no longer recall, but whose flashing eyes he would never forget. Even after nineteen years, he still heard her voice in his mind with perfect clarity... “I won't ask you to stay, Chris. It would be like asking an eagle to sit in a cage. I know the stars call you more strongly than I ever could, and it would be a cruel thing to try to keep you from them. Take this, my eagle, and when you reach the farthest star in space, look back towards old Earth, and play a song for me...”
He hadn't known how to play a single note then, but Christoph had always been a romantic at heart, and was determined to teach himself. In those first months, he had made great strides, but as the time and distance between them widened, he found that he had less and less time to dedicate to the practice. After joining Starfleet, it had almost disappeared... Now, however, he was a relatively high-ranking officer, and with the freedom that entailed, despite the greater responsibilities, he decided that he would take it up again.
Haltingly at first, and with more misplayed notes than he would have liked to admit, Christoph began to play. Within ten minutes, he found that his fingers remembered better than his mind, and simply let the music come as it would – eyes closed, he drew soft tones from the instrument, the sounds leading his mind to the farthest reached of space, and into the dim reaches of memory.
=^= Lieutenant Arevaci, it is time for departure. =^=
The computer broke into his musings with a jolt... Three quarters of an hour gone in the space of a song. Carefully placing the lap harp into its case, Christoph picked up his bag and strode out of his quarters without a second glance. The place had never really been home to him – home was a place deep among the stars.
The transfer was to be done by transporter, as were most in Starfleet. Arevaci was never entirely comfortable with the process, but he had grown resigned to it over the years. The momently break in continuity made him feel very vulnerable at the moment of arrival; he always recovered quickly, but it never really went away, the feeling that anything could happen in that one instant, and there was noway to anticipate or react to it.
"Commander Waldgrave, Lieutenant Arevaci, Doctor Milkens. I am Captain Blair, this is my executive officer, Commander Gavison. Welcome aboard the USS Discovery."
The captain gestured to a gold-clad petty officer. "Please show the doctor to his quarters." Upon receiving an affirmative, he looked back at the old man. "Doctor, We will be underway presently. My science staff will see to it that your materials are properly taken care of. We should reach our destination in four days time."
Once the doctor had left, Blair fixed his gaze on the counselor. "Mister Arevaci, please check in with Doctor White, our chief medical officer. When your schedule permits, drop by my ready room."
Commander Gavison cleared his throat, “And you are both required to dine with the senior staff at twenty-one hundred hours in the officer’s mess. Welcome aboard.”
“Aye, sir,” Arevaci saluted smartly and exited, quickly making his way to his new private quarters (with computer assistance – even an old spacefarer like Christoph needed directions on a boat this size on the first day). Within minutes, his clothing was unpacked and hanging, his few personal possessions arranged in a more or less aesthetically pleasing arrangement about the room, and the lap harp was carefully placed in an honored space: under the bunk.
Inquiring of the computer the location of Doctor White, Arevaci made his way there immediately. No sense in developing a reputation of ignoring the captain's instructions this early in his tenure – time enough for that later if the man, like many captains, thought he knew more of the councilor's craft than Arevaci. By reputation, Captain Blair was a man who listened to and trusted the word of his officers, but Christoph knew better than most what a reputation was worth once the shooting started in earnest, so to speak.
The doctor was waiting for him outside of the bridge, “Doctor White? I'm Lieutenant Arevaci; the captain instructed me to check in with you...”
“Ah, Doctor Arevaci,” the man in white extended a hand in greeting. “I'm Doctor White, Vic to my friends. I look forward to working with you. I'll let you get to what you need doing, we'll talk business tomorrow. Please, come down to Sick Bay in the morning whenever you're awake.”
Mildly taken aback at being addressed as “Doctor Arevaci,” Christoph merely nodded, “in the morning, then, Doctor.” Arevaci sensed nothing but goodwill from the man, and he seemed to be genuinely desirous of building an amicable working relationship, at least inasmuch as anything could be ascertained from such a short meeting...
Ten Forward – 2055
After spending a few hours reviewing files on the ship, her missions, and the men and women he would be serving with – mildly surprised to note the presence of a Catullan among the crew and outright astonished yet again to see a Kzin aboard a Federation vessel, Arevaci made a mental note to speak with the more exotic members of the crew at the earliest opportunity to get a feel for their mental and emotional states as well as their unique outlooks so that there would be fewer surprises later on.
He then made his way to the dinner he was required to attend at the captain's bequest. Arriving early, as usual, in order to observe the other officers as much as possible, he made a mental note that all of them arrived ten or fifteen minutes – or more – early, and none seemed to think this unusual, but rather the standard. It seemed that Captain Blair ran as tight a ship as the files seemed to indicate. More to the point, none of the officers gave any indication of begrudging him this. In fact, as far as Christoph could tell, there was nothing but respect directed towards the captain. Very interesting. Hard discipline, and they loved him for it. Either he was a model of what a captain should be or a master manipulator... although a strong case could be made for a fair bit of overlap between the two.
Once everyone was seated, captain Blair called for their attention. "Good evening, everyone, and thank you all for coming. I believe that you all know me," he grinned slightly at the odd chuckle around the table, "but this meal is of course for the benefit our new senior officers."
"First of all, allow me to introduce our new Chief Engineer. Everyone, please welcome Lieutenant Commander Katrina Waldgrave." Noah indicated the tall, attractive black-haired woman to his left.
Christoph looked at the woman, and nodded to himself. A stressful and exacting job like that attracted a certain type of person. A person who stayed with it and tracked it this high was almost guaranteed to be most interesting... Although Arevaci was honest enough with himself to know that more than a little of his desire to speak with her grew from the fact that she was a strikingly lovely woman, very much within his own specific tastes in that regard. Careful to keep that separate, Chris, he reminded himself.
"Also, we have a new Ship's Counselor. Allow me to introduce Lieutenant Christoph Arevaci." This time, focus went further down the table to the brown-haired man with pianist's hands.
He nodded and gave a small smile around the table.
"Now then," Noah continued, "I believe that you both met Commander Gavison, my XO. Next we have Lieutenant Jack MacTavish, our Chief Tactical Officer and Second Officer. Next to him is Lieutenant Tuvar, our Chief Security Officer."
Like many TAC officers, MacTavish seemed to be under a fair bit of stress, and was obviously worried over something... Perhaps it was something specific, but Christoph got the distinct impression that he wasn't particularly wanted company there. Definitely a man to get to know, but one must tread carefully, lest more harm than good be done.
Tuvar was an intriguing personality – perhaps moreso than any other at the table. Clearly Vulcan-blooded, she nonetheless displayed a clear array of emotions appropriate to the situation at hand. What interesting insights she might have into the hearts and minds of sentient beings would likely be the source of much thought in the months to come...
Noah paused, then went to the other side of the table, where he indicated a lieutenant commander in medical blue. "Doctor Victor White is our Chief Medical Officer and acting Third Officer. Lieutenant Raines in our Chief Operations Officer, and the man responsible for the wonderful meal we will soon enjoy." Polite chuckles around the table.
Arevaci nodded to the doctor, politely indicating that they had indeed met before and that it was not an unpleasant experience with the simple gesture. Still, there was something there the Christoph could quite nail down...
Raines appeared to be a man quite happy with his current lot in life, and that was always a good sign in Christoph's opinion, but he made a mental note to track the man down and talk to him soon anyway. An unexpected crash could be disastrous to the man's emotional stability.
The female lieutenant in blue was next. "Next, we have Lieutenant Chantelle Hemlos, our Chief Science Officer. Finally," he indicated the bajoran woman in red, "Is Lieutenant Damali Zara, our Chief Helm Officer."
Science officers, like most highly technical professionals, often seem to be only half present when not at their profession of choice. Constantly having a section of your mind tuned to a specific channel was something Christoph Arevaci was uniquely suited to understand, but unlike this Lt. Hemlos, his channel included almost all of social interaction. It would be both very easy and at the same time very difficult to create a rapport, he expected.
Bajorans, he had little experience with, and wasn't quite sure how to read the Chief Helm Officer. Nothing screamed at him of obvious issues needing immediate attention, but nonetheless, he made a mental note to talk to her early and often until he could get a feel for how her mind and emotional processes worked.
Blair retook his seat. "As you may know, we not only picked up new staff from the Valmont, but a doctor Joseph Milkens, as well. Doctor Milkens is carrying the supplies to manufacture a critically needed vaccine for Aldor V, to which we should arrive in a little less than four days. In theory, this is a simple delivery job; our task is merely to drop the good doctor and his materials off at the federation complex panetside. "
The captain paused and raised his glass. "Enough shop talk for now. Let us properly welcome our new comrades with an excellent dinner and a toast. To the Discovery!"
Raising his glass high, Christoph, added his voice to the rest with feeling, if double meaning. “To Discovery!”
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 21:17:35.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 08:33:25 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: TiVo?
I don't own a TV, what use would I possibly have for a TiVo?
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 18:21:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: The best policy
I'm going to be honest with you on this, same as I am with everyone: I like you guys, and I want to be a part of this game, but when it comes to it, I'll choose the beautiful woman over you jerks every time. 
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 08:44:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: sorry
Just popping in to assure you all that I am still in for this game. I know I haven't posted anything yet, but I'm keeping up with the storyline, and I have a pretty clear idea of how I want to handle things... As soon as I can get enough time together, I'll be posting. I've been composing a bit in my free time so it won't take nearly as long as it otherwise would. Looks like a good game so far, and I look forward to jumping in.
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 08:36:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: 4
Sure
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 17:23:52.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: 5
You don't need a driver's license to buy liquor. I don't have one, and I buy it all the time.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 17:05:19.
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Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: Google.com
Did you try cheating?
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 17:02:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: 4
Yeah, I'm the new councillor, but I work the RenFest on weekends and two shifts on Mondays. I'm using the time between the shifts to catch up today with what happened over the weekend (hopefully), with luck I'll be able to jump in on Tuesday.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 16:45:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Sorry
OK, So I work the Texas RenFest on weekends until December, and Wednesdays are my tabletop ShadowRun night, so I'll be gone the whole day there as well. Crap, and I have double shift Mondays... So I guess I'll be posting on Tuesdays and Thursdays, mostly. I'll try to squeeze in what I can on other days, but looking at the pace we're dealing with, I think I'll more likely just be reading catch-up on those days so I don't fall too far behind.
I'd like to come up with a cool introductory post right now, but After my regualr job yeasterday, I had to load up some 1500lbs of various weaponry to drive out tonight, and then Brandi kept me up until 4 am or so... after which I had to wake up for my regular job again today, so I'm not really up for quality writing just now. If I was a bit more composed, I'd just make the new councillor in a similar state of run-out-of-fuel, but that's a bit too complicated for me to handle just now.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 16:39:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: Kzin
Yeah, I came across a couple of minor differences that set them apart, for example that the Kzin homeworld in Known Space (well, the place most assumed to be the Kzin homeworld, since Niven never clearly specifies), is deep in Federation territory and thoroghly colonized by humans in the Trekiverse, the Trek females are sentient, and they don't have the batlike ears. Other than that, they're pretty well the same.
Posted on 2006-09-26 at 16:25:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: 2
Nice... Loving the bio. So I did a little research into the kzin in the Trek universe - I had no idea they were a canon species. Too bad they can't be exactly the kzin from the Known Space series. It would be interesting if they were alternate timelines, wouldn't it? Like the Protector had prevented the Vulcans from interfering in the early days of space travel of somesuch... Oh well. It's still pretty cool.
Posted on 2006-09-26 at 08:26:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: link
Yes, it was very helpful for me...
By the way, there's a kzin on the crew. The potential for awesomeness is off the scale. Is anyone playing him?
Posted on 2006-09-25 at 23:35:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: aCMO
Am I correct when I think that means assistant Chief Medical Officer? If it is, then I'm not sure how well it work out with te character I have in mind... Of course, sometimes people get shoved into all sorts of jobs, so I'm open to the possibility if, after I get the character together, the captain wants it.
Posted on 2006-09-22 at 19:29:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: Got 'em
Reviewing the logs as we speak.
Posted on 2006-09-19 at 20:02:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: logs
Hey, I wouldn't mind reading through the old mission logs. Give me an idea of what's going on and what it's all about before blindly leap in to a universe I know very little about.
Posted on 2006-09-19 at 08:19:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: Trek
I'm not really a trekkie, but something inside of me just grabbed a hold of that ship's counselor idea and started reeling out idea after idea for a really messed-up and possibly incredibly fun character for the role. A fair few of my close friends are trekkies, which should allow me to work up a good background and history. I know I said I was short on time and not really into Trek, but with the apparent death of Remnants, and the impending possibility of a drastic reduction in very attractive young woman time, I'll have some free time and spare creativity to dedicate. As always, it takes me a disgusting amount of time to build a character, but Trek being what it is, it seems to me that it's fairly easy to add new characters when and where you like, what with the relative ease of personal travel, even over long distances.
Also, correct me if I'm wrong here, but a lack of solid grounding in the science and tech of Trek would not be horrifically limiting in this particular role.It's not like I'd likely have to take a hand in devolping alternate fules for a damaged engine or think of ways to bypass eney shield tachnology all the time, right? This position is about understanding thoughts and emotions, and even a few hundred years in the future, people are basically people, right? Jealousy, depression, anger, ambition, passion, fear... Some things are universal, yes?
Posted on 2006-09-18 at 16:42:06.
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Topic: Memorable NPCs?
Subject: Kreilig (and to a lesser extent Llarian)
I tried. I tried to think of an NPC created by someone else that really stuck in my memory - but every time I turned the phrase "memorable NPC" through my brain, all I could think of was the cry of "You guys suck!" It makes sense. Trust me.
Well, in a way, even though I was the DM, Kreilig was an NPC created by the players. I get ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning...
The last AD&D game I ran (this being last spring or thereabouts) did not include a wizard among the PCs, so I ran an NPC wizard with them, an elf by the name of Llarian. He was a young and naive acadamy wizardling with grand and romantic ideals about the mystique and heroics of the adventuring life. He very quickly learned that adventuring is a very different lifestyle from what one reads in books - it is dirty, violent, rough, bloody, dangerous.. and he loved every minute of it. Soon the poor party had a young, overenthusiastic first-level wizard charging into melee with a stout club whenver fighting started (which kept the clerics busy to say the least). Llarian's early experiences with this caused him to be severly injured more than once, but he also saved the day through some lucky die rolls in the process of going down, buying the team a few precious rounds or finishing off a particularly nasty monster. Hailed as a hero, he would continue to fight this way at every turn. The party, understandably worried at this (Llarian being the only mage in the vicinity, and a good friend they all owed their lives to to boot), decided a tactical change was in order.
By this time, they had befriended a local tribe of kobolds (in part through liberal use of clerical healing), and were in the habit of travelling with a few who served as messengers and spear-carriers. One of the plucky little fellows, name of Kreilig, developed a reputation of being incredibly brave and would run very risky missions for them time and again.
In the name of protecting Llarian's skin, our intrepid adventurers hit upon the idea of staging ambushes in the caves as they explored... but how to get the enemy to come to them? Send Kreilig as bait. Not terribly bright, but daring and enthusiastic, Kreilig would run into a room full of goblins, orcs, even bugbears, hurl a rock into the crowd with a shout of "You guys suck! Kobolds rule!" and a rude gesture, then flee back to the ambush site. Time and again, the little hero would fearlessly charge into enemy territory screaming his battlecry at the top of his little lungs.
The adventurers grew so attached to the little guy, they equipped him with dwarven-made armor and quality weapons, eventually decided to sacrifice part of the party xp to him, making him a full-fledged henchman, gaining levels of fighter so he could keep up with them as the dungeons became more and more lethal.
Technically, I created Kreilig, but the players made him, and not one of them wouldn't have sacrificed their character to keep him alive and kicking, and a high-pitched shout of "You guys suck!" still draws laughter from each and every one of them.
Posted on 2006-09-11 at 21:55:17.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Avs
In your avatars, female mage 12 is Goldmoon. Goldmoon is most assuredly NOT a mage. She's a cleric.
Female Warrior 15 is a druid. I forget her name, but she's a druid.
Draw Warrior, and Male elfs 3, 4, and 6 are all Do'Urden. That's not wrong, but I thought it noteworthy.
King 2 is actually the Lord Mayor of Greyhawk, Male Warrior 18 is Ren o' the Blade, who is a thief.
...and I think your Skeleton 4 may be a Death Knight.
Just thought you should know.
Posted on 2006-09-09 at 20:49:34.
Edited on 2006-09-09 at 20:58:14 by Rystefn K'ryll
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Avatars
You know, it would be a lot more convenient to search through the avs if you didn't have to change your profile to the av before you could actually see what it looks like. Just a though.
Also, apologies for any typos and whatnot that I make over the next couple of days - I cut my finger pretty good yesterday on a random piece of sharp metal protruding from an object that just shouldn't have things like that on it, so my typing is not going to be exactly wonderful for a while. I try to catch what I can, but I'm sure a few will slip through.
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 11:30:01.
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