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Topic: The Embodiment - A FUZIONfantasy Game
Subject: Two continue...

The Temple of Rydor | The Empire of Drannon | The City of Drefast | Claise 4th, Viladay, 452ER, 10:10am | Abnormally Warm

“A message? To Rayther?” Hiterung looked slightly confused.

“Is there someone there in particular you wish to consult, My Dear?” Fetrese asked, a kind tone to his voice. (OOC: assuming Caterina has no problem letting them know of Sanya.) “A wizard you say? Well, I’m sure we can facilitate such a request. Hiterung?”

“I will see to it myself, Master,” the other priest turned and made his way to a table set against the wall and retrieved from a drawer within a silver inkpot with a simple white quill and a sheet of parchment. He placed these in front of Caterina and positioned everything so that she’d have an easy time with using them. “Please write out a message to this Lady Sanya that is less than twenty-five words. I’d suggest that you put something in place she’d recognize as truth, otherwise she’ll have no reason to believe this anything more than a ruse. Once you’re done with your message, I’ll ask Rydor to deliver it through His grace to your friend.”

“I will take this,” Galdecus gingerly lifted the dagger and sheathe as though it were a serpent ready to strike him and held it before him with a look of distaste on his aging, bearded face. “To the master alchemist right away.”

Caterina was busy writing her message when the priest left the room, and the other two remained peaceful and quiet while she composed her message. When finished, Hiterung accepted the message and read it over several times to make sure he’d memorized it. At which point he went to the corner of the room where he could offer up his prayer without interruption.

“That will take some time, Daughter of Rydor,” Fetrese gave a nod to his underling. “Such a prayer is usually rather involved.

“So, let us, you and I, determine what steps we need to take in order to combat this evil further. Let’s say that your friend does arrive, and is able to help you determine whatever it is you seek from her; and let us say that our alchemists are quick in their determination of the poison. What is the plan then?”

The Temple of Rydor | The Empire of Drannon | The City of Drefast | Claise 4th, Viladay, 452ER, 10:15am | Abnormally Warm

The West Ward | Westgate Guardhouse | The City of Ethryn | The Kingdom of Ertain | Claise 24th, Viladay, 452ER, 6:45am | Partly Cloudy and Snow-Covered

(OOC: Persuasion & Fast Talk 27)

“Surprise check?” Witigus—the watch sergeant—raised his bushy gray eyebrows and sniffed against the cold-wrought pain in his nose as he peered between the wagons at where Madius stood looking back in on the city. “He does look a little suspicious, Guy. The way he’s starin’ back int’ the city like he’s lookin’ fer somethin’.

“All right, you lot go detain ‘im while I finish up with this here wagon.” Having given his orders, the watch sergeant went back to his investigation of the heavy, damp hay in the bed of the wagon that had just pulled up. Two soldiers named Etaulph and Fenaril hoisted their halberds and strode purposefully towards Lloyd’s target.

Madius spotted their approach with ease as they were making no attempt to hide their intention, but the man didn’t run. Instead, he eyed their approach cautiously, his eyes shifting between their gait to their weapons, and across the wagons to where the other soldiers were some few meters away. His gaze passed over Lloyd as well, and it paused on him for a moment before returning to the soldiers.

“What is your business at the Gate?” Fenaril demanded as they drew within five feet of the fellow.

“I am but here at my master’s request waiting a messenger he is sending to take this horse to Lynx,” Madius replied camly.

“Oh? A messenger, eh?” Fenaril motioned to the horse with his free hand. “Then you won’t mind submittin’ to a search, will ya?”

“Not at all,” Madius didn’t move. “You’ll find nothin’ but the usual travelin’ gear, but if’n that’s how you wish to spend yer time, who’m I t’ stop you?”

“Who’s yer master?” Etaulph asked as his partner moved to look through the saddlebags of the roan held at hand.

“My master is Retelias, a merchant who has opened a new shop in Lynx just recently for his brother-in-law to run. It deals in furs and sheepskins if’n you must know, an’ so far my master ain’t too pleased with the way ‘is brother-in-law’s been handlin’ things. So, he told me t’ meet this messenger here with the horse t’ see that the man delivers the message to his brother-in-law t’ clean things up, er he’ll be makin’ the trip to Lynx ‘imself.”

“An’ why not send the messenger from his estate, hmmm?” Fenaril said from the rear flank. “Seems t’ be a lot of extra trouble jus’ t’ get a man on the road.”

“It is a hired hand that he’s sendin’,” Madius remained stoic in his position as he answered the questions Lloyd could barely hear across the distance separating them. “Hired from the Poor Side as a means t’ keep costs low. He wanted me t’ see the man off t’ make sure that ‘e don’ just take the coin an’ run with it. I’m t’ escort the fellow a ways outside the city before I return.”

“Well, there ain’t nothin’ here but the standard provisions,” Fenaril said, letting his disappointment show through as he returned to his partner’s side. Etaulph looked back over to where Witigus was just finishing up with the wagon and shook his head.

“Don’t look like yer hunch was correct, Guy,” Witigus drawled over his shoulder as he gave the draft horse a pat on the rump to get the wagon moving and turned to face Lloyd.

The West Ward | Westgate Guardhouse | The City of Ethryn | The Kingdom of Ertain | Claise 24th, Viladay, 452ER, 6:47am | Partly Cloudy and Snow-Covered

Posted on 2009-01-25 at 22:36:09.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Game has ended.

Thanks everyone for playing! The game has officially ended with the surviving members of the party vanishing into the night...or day.

I'll post in the Recruitment Thread once I'm ready to start the next Cyberpunk adventure.

Posted on 2009-01-25 at 22:00:27.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: END GAME

Sunset Cottages – Heywood – Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 8:38am

The reunion between Preacher and Spiff consisted of a brief nod on each man’s behalf and Preacher’s questions being answered about Kolchak. Afterward, Preacher filled Spiff in on what he’d been able to determine as far as the news on the Street that was being relayed online. It wasn’t much, but the news coverage indicated that there were some firefights a little close to home, a building ransacked by a gang fight that the police were sorting out, and at least one cop was dead due directly to that incident—that was a little disconcerting, but the feeling passed quickly.

Spiff was tired, having been up all night, so while he rested Preacher and Kolchak sat in silence, waiting for their instructions. It was about noon when Spiff finally awoke, and even then he was groggy until he’d showered and refreshed. Preacher had coffee brewed by the time he’d dragged himself out of the confined shower and dressed. It was bitter, but the caffeine was helpful.

They checked out, the three of them, and made their way into the rain once more. This time they hoofed it to an ATM where Spiff could withdraw some more cash, and since they were leaving that area the fixer didn’t mind if Biotechnica’s bloodhounds were watching his account. A few blocks later the three slipped into an electronics store (the sniper rifle wrapped in a blanket taken from the Sunset Cottages and tucked beneath Kolchak’s trench coat). There, Spiff bought a disposable phone with two hours of talk time.

Hitting the rainy streets once more, Spiff dialed Peacekeeper’s phone. It rang out and went to voice mail. So, he hung up and dialed Croaker’s. After this one followed suite, the fixer felt that something was indeed wrong. So, he dialed the only other number he knew might have some leads into what went down: Springed-Heel Jack.

Jack was a little gruff, having been woken up, but he informed Spiff that the Biotechnica facility had already been hit, and that those who’d survived were now spreading themselves out and awaiting the megacorp’s move. At least that was the short end of the story. The long of it went something like this:

“Croaker’s dead, lad,” Jack yawned. “So’s Peacekeeper, an’ that bulldog frien’ o’ theirs, Bull’s Eye. At leas’ Peacekeeper an’ Bull’s Eye are confirmed, an’ those tha’ got ou’ figured the same o’ Croaker seein’ ‘ow he’s no where t’ be found, an’ he was shot up pretty bad last they saw ‘im.

“Tha’ media tha’ Croaker brough’ int’ the mess—DigitalScribe—struck up some deal with another corporation I’m still tryin’ t’ figure ou’ the who an’ what o’ tha’ one, but it resulted in a double AV strike on the facility tha’ wiped clean the Biotechnica personnel. So, DigitalScribe, ‘is man Guardian, the corp-killer MDK, ‘is frien’ Lightnin’, an’ tha’ medtech Firewin’ all caught a ride on the AV’s and came back t’ the city where MDK called me t’ report.

“I told ‘em all t’ lay low fer a while, an’ I sugges’ you do the same. After a few days, I’ll let you know if there’s anythin’ t’ be worried ‘bout from Biotechnica an’ you can go on with yer life.”

So, that left Spiff with a Russian mobster sniper, a shot up ex-netrunner fulltime solo, and a little bit of cash…no profit, no return. The fixer sent Kolchak back to Kremlin with the sniper system as payment for wasting his time. Then, he and Preacher parted company and Spiff used his remaining minutes to dial up his lieutenant, arrange a safe house for himself and vanish into the drudges of the city.

Downtown – Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 1:05pm

The Family Restaurant – Downtown Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 11:43am

Guardian sat across the table from DigitalScribe as the two of them finished their cheap meal consisting of soy eggs, toast, processed ham, and hashbrowns. Scribe was favoring his left side where he’d taken a bullet as they’d descended into the facility with Javier. They’d encountered more than their fair share of Biotechnica soldiers holed up inside, and Guardian’s armored clothing had taken a beating (the body beneath it would show the bruises for weeks), but they’d survived. When they’d found the sanctuary, Javier had been very quick with his datachips and procuring the information he’d been looking for. When they’d left, Guardian couldn’t help but notice that the computers were being wiped…more than likely by something the corporate had left behind after retrieving his data.

They’d been surprised when returning to the AV to find that the fighting had stopped. They’d been even more surprised to see MDK, Lightning, and Firewind being held at gunpoint by the black-garbed corporate soldiers Javier had brought alone. This had led to some discussion and Scribe had explained to Javier who these men were. The smiling, blonde corporate had been quick to release the three from custody, and had even gone so far as to thank them for their help with the facility guards. Their contribution had been a great distraction, splitting the facility’s focus.

Scribe was saddened to learn of Peacekeeper’s and Bull’s Eye’s deaths. And not seeing Croaker there, he’d had to assume that the big guy had been a part of those losses. That was hard for the media to accept at first, but like a true edgerunner, he put his emotions aside and as they boarded the AV with Javier he fell silent, watching the facility get smaller beneath them .

“Well, Guardian,” Scribe said as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and leaned back in his chair. “You did it again—you kept me alive.”

Retrieving his wallet from his jacket pocket, the media rifled through some colorful bills. “Here you go. Payment in full for services rendered.”

Guardian knew that Scribe had struck up some kind of deal on the details of the story and had received a fairly decent payoff for the rights, so the money he was being paid was hardly a drop in the bucket for the dashing young man.

And that was that. Guardian accepted his payment, said his farewells to the media with promises from Scribe of looking him up again as soon as he had more work lined up, and then the bodyguard left the restaurant. He was intent on following Springed-Heel Jack’s advice and laying low for a while, but hadn’t figured out exactly how yet. His apartment would surely be a dangerous place for him to return to at the moment, so he’d have to likely bunk at some hotel for a while.

Stepping into a Red Cab, the bodyguard looked at the handful of cash he’d just received, withdrawing it from his pocket to place it in his wallet, and that’s when it struck him as odd…Scribe had overpaid him by a good 2,000Eb! Raising his eyebrows, Guardian fanned the cash just below the line of the seat and at the back was a piece of napkin:

Take a vacation, my friend. –DigitalScribe

“Where to, Choomba?” The cabbie asked.

“The airport,” Guardian answered. If Scribe wanted him to take a vacation, who was he to argue?

The Family Restaurant –Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:00pm

Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:11am

The decision to step outside of the facility into the potential rain of death being spat by the AVs was a very hard one to make. MDK couldn’t bring himself to do so for some time. It wasn’t until the gunfire stopped and the AV’s minigun wound down that the assassin slipped off his battlemask, stowed it, and then walked out the door with his hands in the air; as non-threatening as possible.

Firewind and Lightning followed suite, mimicking the other man as closely as they could, their hearts in their throats. The black-garbed corporate soldiers manning the AVs swarmed them, pressing their faces into the mud and putting knees in their backs until they’d stripped them of all of their weapons and remaining gear. After that they held them at gunpoint in front of the southernmost AV until a blonde corporate emerged from within followed by Guardian and a bleeding DigitalScribe.

MDK, Firewind,and Lightning remained quiet, waiting to see what the media was playing at before making their move. When he addressed the suit in a friendly manner, MDK’s heart sank: he knew they were dead at that point, betrayed by the pretty boy and his bodyguard to the corporations. His mind began to work at ways to retrieve his weapons, kill the guards, and hijack the AV-4, but Scribe’s next words stalled him.

“Javier,” the media winced as he cradled his left arm. “Those gatos are with me. They were kind of the advance group, if you will.”

“I thought there were six friends of yours who’d made their way here,” the corporate said with a soft voice as he eyed the soaking wet trio through crystal blue eyes.

“There were,” Scribe sniffed and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Peacekeeper and Bull’s Eye are dead,” Firewind answered quickly. “They were shot down by some of Biotechnica’s guards in the belly of that building there. We were going after Croaker who we were told was being held there by the netrunner Jack had working with MDK.”

“Is that so?” Javier’s soft smile never left his lips, but the question was filled with apology. “I’m afraid that netrunner wasn’t on your side friends. Our netrunner discovered their netrunner giving you directions and burned him. I’m sure you noticed the sudden silence…”

Firewind opened his mouth in surprise, but closed it again as he shook his head in disbelief. Croaker was probably dead long before they escaped their cell. The whole thing had been a set up to draw them to their deaths, but why? Why not kill them in their cells?

“I can only assume that they weren’t planning on your friends MDK and Peacekeeper crashing their party and had to improvise.” Javier motioned to the AV indicating they should step out of the rain. Once they were all seated and belted in, he continued. “Our netrunner discovered the cell numbers on their system for all of you. They likely used that to attach themselves to Peacekeeper and MDK in order to draw them into action after intercepting the communication between MDK and the actual netrunner who was supposed to be helping you.

“Oh, yes, there was a netrunner working with you at first, but his connection was high jacked and replaced by the Biotechnica netrunner’s connection. I apologize that our netrunner didn’t resolve the situation before it was too late for your friends.”

The group remained silent for some time after that, allowing the news to sink in. After a time, as the skyline of Night City was flying beneath them MDK placed his call to Springed-Heel Jack letting him know what happened and receiving instruction to lay low. When Javier dropped them off, MDK relayed the fixer’s instructions and they parted company.

There wasn’t any remorse on the assassin’s part. He’d been able to kill a few corporate, had survived infiltrating a corporate facility, and he was still going to be paid by Springed-Heel Jack. He’d come out on top.

Lightning was just grateful to be alive, and come out with payment being transferred to his account within the next twenty-four hours for his services. He hadn’t really gotten to know any of those he’d spent the evening with, so parting company was an easy thing.

Firewind was tired. He was so tired he felt that his feet were filled with lead. His heart was heavy with the loss of Croaker, Peacekeeper, and Bull’s Eye. He hadn’t known them for long, but they’d portrayed something that was rare in today’s society: honor. For that, he’d mourn them. Of course, he wasn’t getting paid for his efforts, but he’d been party to sticking one to a megacorp, and he’d helped keep a dangerous drug off the street…at least if what Javier had said he was planning on doing with it was true. There’s something to be said about hurting one megacorp just to hand it over to another—and which one Javier worked for he wasn’t sure. Shaking his head, the medtech ran his hands across his tattooed face and made his way into the night. He’d follow Springed-Heel Jack’s advice.

Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 2:18am

Posted on 2009-01-25 at 21:55:44.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: All character concepts have been submitted.

So, I'll spend the next week fleshing out the characters with their skill ranks, STATS, etc. and barring any unforeseen delays we should be able to at least get started the following week.

Posted on 2009-01-25 at 20:55:58.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: Looks Good

I think we'll be able to make it all work. Thanks!

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 21:13:03.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Killer

Sounds good. I've now created a Q&A thread, the game thread, and the start of the Trek Tools as well as some of the Guardian Support Site.

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 07:43:33.
Edited on 2009-01-24 at 09:00:56 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A

OK, so I've only got four of the links working on this site, but here's the link to the support site:

Don't take what's written about the ship, or the mission, on the home page as canon yet. It may still change a little. But we've got the Trek Tools set up now so I'll be able to use the logbook for time tracking, and the crew roster for your character sheets. As far as the Guardian Support Site is concerned, so far I have the following pages working:

  • Home (Now accurate)

  • Crew Roster links to the Trek Tools, but you'll have to click through to the Guardian page because it won't let me direct link.

  • Logbook links to the Trek Tools, but you'll have to click through to the Guardian page because it won't let me direct link.

  • Ship Specs

  • Skills

  • Perks & Talents

  • Standard Equipment (Red Equipment Link)

  • Medical & Science Equipment (Blue Equipment Link)

  • Termonology

  • Security/TAC and Engineering Equipment has one item thus far (Orange Equipment Link)

If you want to give me a list of the skills, perks, and talents you're interested in by interest level, I'll try to work them into your character sheet.

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 07:26:26.
Edited on 2009-02-12 at 04:46:25 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga

The Captain’s Ready Room | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:00 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, near Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

Captain Delisle rubbed the sleep from her blue eyes with the forefinger and thumb of her left hand. She sat reclined in her chair, the black-surfaced desk in front of her alive with reports and readings displayed in Starfleet design. She’d been over the information displayed on those reports multiple times since they’d left Earth Station McKinley months earlier. She knew that this mission was a test run of the Guardian’s advanced technology, and that it wasn’t supposed to be truly trying, but something in her trim gut told her that it wasn’t going to be the case.

Starfleet Intelligence had been looking into the disappearance of four vessels while en route to, and leaving, Deep Space 9. Two of those ships were civilian transports, bearing over three hundred souls apiece, one was a Romulan warbird—the first in what she’d learned would be many from their once enemy made ally by the Dominion—and the last had been the Kanamura, a Nebula-class Starfleet vessel with a compliment of two hundred.

Captain Kristin Delisle, newly commissioned, previously Commander of the U.S.S. Nighthawk, and her crew of young souls was now flying through the very space in which these ships had vanished. Starfleet Intelligence had determined that there had to be a Dominion outpost in the area from which small attack vessels could be deployed to bring down these smaller ships in guerilla warfare more suited their new allies, the Romulans, than the upfront and forward nature of the Jem’Hadar. That’s what Delisle and her crew were to investigate a mere eight light years from the Cardassian Union, allies of the Dominion, with nothing between them and the Cardassian fleet but the small fleet posted under Captain Sisko at Deep Space 9.

Leaning forward, Kristin set her jaw and forced herself to reread the operation specs provided her by Lt. Cmdr. Zeagler’s team in operations. She was young for a captain. Barely forty with, long, blond hair that hung to mid back in large, loose sweeping curls and baby blue eyes that most thought were too soft to belong to an experienced officer. She was a very pretty woman with a soft smile on full lips, crisp lines to her features, and an athletic build. It had been something she’d struggled with her entire career, but here she was, the captain of the latest and greatest starship designed by Starfleet specifically for the war. That alone spoke volumes about her skill as Bradbury-class frigates were renowned for their weak undersides, and a captain that could properly manage such a vessel was worth their weight in gold-pressed latinum.

It wasn’t something she let go to her head. She had a crew of 428 people that was under her care. She’d flown them right into the mouth of the beast, and she wasn’t about to have it cost lives. So, she dove into the intel further, each time reading material she’d practically committed to memory, but hoping she’d uncover something that would further secure the success of the mission.

The Captain’s Ready Room | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:15 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, near Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

Bridge | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:00 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, near Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

First Shift had just started, placing the control of the ship under the captain’s orders. Still, Commander Brock Daman sat in the executive officer’s chair, Captain Delisle’s empty for the moment. Behind him, at tactical, stood Lt. Cmdr. Erick Solina in his gold-accented uniform. Others on shift included Lt. Porl Kanik, the blue-skinned Andorian in charge of the small science department aboard the Guardian, and Lt. Cmdr. Zeagler at CONN.

Zeagler’s favorite, Ensign Ral Tarwin was at the operations station behind Daman and to the left, Ensign Drake Goodhart stood at the security station across from operations, while Ensign Curzon Shral handled the engineering conn, and Ensign Zackery Malton manned the mission ops controls. Brock knew that this shift would include Lt. Tora Delnik in sickbay, and Lt. Angel Wieloch in engineering. The senior officers of those two departments would only join them on the bridge if the alert level increased beyond yellow.

“We’ve reached Inorlia, Commander,” Lt. Cmdr. Zeagler reported without looking up from his console.

“Yellow alert, Ensign Goodhart,” Commander Daman said. “On screen, Ensign Tarwin.”

The viewscreen at the front of the bridge leapt to life, showing the planet they’d just come within a few hundred kilometers of. There didn’t appear to be any cloud cover, and the color of the planet was a dull, reddish brown, pocked with marring meteor craters, and dotted with mountain ranges. There didn’t appear to be any water, no ice, and certainly no snow.

“Report,” Captain Delisle stated as she entered from the ready room and strode up to her chair.

“We’re here, Captain,” Brock intoned dryly. “Inorlia.”

“Looks improbable that there’d be an outpost here, Captain,” Lt. Kanik offered from the science station. “The surface temperature is fifty-five point six degrees Celsius. In some cases, I’m showing free-flowing magma, and the chemicals in the atmosphere are not conducive to life. As a matter-of-fact, preliminary scans don’t show any life forms.”

“This is where Starfleet Intelligence placed the outpost. This is where we look.” Kristin studied the planet for a moment before adding. “Take us into orbit, Mr. Zeagler. Continue your scans, Mr. Kanik. Focus on the poles.”

“Aye, Sir,” was the response, and Lt. Zeagler entered into the computer the coordinates to obtain orbital status.

After some time, Kanik had obtained a more thorough scan and reported, his antennae twitching slightly in consternation. “Captain, it appears that the poles of this planet radiate extreme magnetic residue that is making it extremely difficult for our scans to penetrate.”

“Increase the power,” Brock ordered.

“I’ve done so, Sir, and we’re still not able to penetrate.” The Andorian turned from his station and offered his commanding officers an apologetic shrug.

“Is that normal?” Brock looked over at the small woman sitting next to him, his eyebrows raised.

Kristin shook her head slightly, “Mr. Kanik, adjust the sensors to determine whether the magnetic interference is being generated.”

“A Class-B planet could be so mineral rich as to result in a similar phenomenon,” she explained to her XO. “Could is the key word there.”

“Captain, I’ve adjusted the sensors as much as I am able and it is still inconclusive. I’m sorry.” Kanik shook his head, his antennae even more agitated at having failed his captain.

“Mr. Solina?” Kristin intoned without removing her gaze from the planet. “Two teams, two shuttles. One at each pole, and be careful.”

“Yes, Sir,” Erick motioned to Goodhart and Malton. “You’re with me.”

As the security detail left the room, Captain Delisle made some further commands and within minutes the two teams were gathered at the back of the saucer section in the shuttle bay.

Bridge | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:30 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, in orbit around Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

Shuttle Bay | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:35 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, in orbit around Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

“Here’s how things stand as I understand them,” Lt. Cmdr. Solina stated loudly from where he stood in front of the two teams. He was a man of above average height, and build with heavy eyebrows, deep set brown eyes, and the lines on his brow and face caused by a stern disposition. There was a contingent of MACO on board, but Solina made it so there was no room to misinterpret how he felt about the jarheads, and whenever possible, he kept them out of team operations.

“Inorlia is a hotbox. It doesn’t look hospitable at all, but the Captain thinks there might be something hiding at the poles. So, we’re going in. Away Team A will consist of Lt. Kavk, Ensign Goodhart, Ensign Malton, Ensign Pierce, Ensign Shral, and Ensign Tarwin will be manning the shuttle. Away Team B will consist of me leading, and the rest of you. We’ll take the South Pole; Away Team A will take the north. Any questions?”

(OOC: Questions can be asked here.)

“Good luck.”

Lt. Kavk was a Vulcan. He stood a little under six feet in height and wore his black hair regulation cut, and trimmed just over his sharp eyebrows. His face was angular with high cheekbones. As Lt. Cmdr. Solina stepped away to lead his team to the shuttle craft designated as their transport, he turned and looked his team over. Each in the security detail had been outfitted with a Type II phaser pistol in holster at their belt, and a Type III phaser rifle. Those not in security carried a Type II phaser pistol and a tricorder. Only Ensign Pierce had an extra pack in his medical kit.

“Ensign Tarwin,” Kavk’s monotone voice accompanied a nod towards the shuttle. This lead to everyone boarding and strapping themselves in with Kavk taking the passenger seat next to Tarwin’s pilot’s seat.

”Bridge to Away Team One,” Lt. Cmdr. Zeagler’s voice echoed through the cabin. ”You are cleared for departure. Be safe, and keep your eye on those instruments, Mr. Tarwin. Those magnetic can really cause them to go haywire.”

Lt. Kavk looked over at the pilot and raised his eyebrows. “A smooth ride would be appreciated, Ensign. Take us out.”

Shuttle Bay | The Guardian: Designation NX-76623 | Stardate 51717.9 (09-07-2374) 06:45 hours | Bajor Sector, The Alpha Quandrant, in orbit around Inorlia a Class B Planet within two light years of Koralis

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 07:24:45.
Edited on 2009-02-06 at 20:57:26 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Alacrity is on board!

Looks like we've a medical staffer on board as well as a TAC/Security personnel and Helm Control. So, that makes Ops, Medical, TAC, and engineering as well as Helm control. Sounds like a nice away team setup if you ask me.

Character descriptions folks (for those who have not submitted them yet).

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 01:08:25.
Edited on 2009-01-24 at 02:02:51 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ...

... This is me unable to type much because I'm laughing so hard...

Posted on 2009-01-24 at 01:02:13.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: It's cool, dude.

I hear Toronto is quite the place to...

Wow! Posting is taking so long Char's body is sprouting weeds! That's what you meant, wasn't it, Roger?

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 06:07:19.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: No problem.

This game is in it's eleventh hour. I may go for one or two more rounds of posts and then wrap it up.

Pekka sent me a PM letting me know he plans on inducing exceutiating pain upon himself to get a post in, otherwise I'd wrap it now.

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 06:04:45.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: I'll continue...

The storylines for those who've posted this weekend.

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 02:08:27.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: I might.

I might throw something up for everyone to see this weekend. Maybe. I want a little more in place before I do otherwise everyone might just dismiss it and never return.

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 02:06:01.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: The support site...

The game support site is looking nice...

Posted on 2009-01-23 at 01:26:01.

Topic: Favorite Super Hero Movie
Subject: Currently...

Ironman takes the cake for me. As for the fighting? The story wasn't about that so much as the birth of Ironman, so for that the show was hands down the best superhero show so far done.

I'm looking forward to the Watchmen, Cap, the Avengers, etc. but I don't expect greatness from any comic book hero. They tell a different kind of story in comics, and for the most part have never been able to do the human psyche justice in most of the popular ones as far as I'm concerned, so I watch the movies solely for the purpose of being entertained. Sometimes they succeed (X-Men Franchise, Spiderman 1, the 2008 Hulk, The Punisher, even Fantastic 4), and sometimes they don't (The first Hulk, Spidey 2 & 3, anything with Jim Carey in it...).

Posted on 2009-01-22 at 02:04:19.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Yup

For now I just need descriptions, personality, philosophy, preferred skills (star trek like, I'll fit them into the game). Well get into more detail later.

Posted on 2009-01-22 at 00:17:22.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: No. Not yet.

We're coming up with character concepts right now. I am working on a support site for the game to work with the Inn's Trek Tools and keep additional information in mind (such as ship schematics, skills, talents, and mission specs).

One of the problems I've seen with Trek games ran here in the past is not enough readily available information provided the players, so I thought I'd quell that. Another being that each player took such a vital role in ship operations that trying to get a full compliment and keep them active was nigh unto impossible. So, everyone's maximum rank is Ensign...everyone is essentially potentially a Red Shirt. We're not doing freeform because that leaves too much to speculation.

So, it might take a bit to get started. Ts'Ah and Cooner; due to your complete inexperience with the genre I'll help you with the concepts.

Looks like we have an engineering representative, and Ops. TAC/security, medical/science, or MACOs would be welcome. Oh, and I'm going to add my own twist to some of the standard equipment, but don't worry; I'll have equipment information available on the support site.

Sorry to hear you won't be joining us, Gin.

Posted on 2009-01-21 at 16:27:59.
Edited on 2009-01-21 at 16:29:20 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Yup

PM the character concept and I'll refine the character itself.

Posted on 2009-01-20 at 02:46:45.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Well, hmmm

Maybe I'm drawing out the ending too much. In any case, looks like it's just you hanging round, Drakar.

Maybe I'll give it a few days and decide what to do.

Posted on 2009-01-20 at 02:08:07.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Yup!

Thanks for the help, Roger.

All of this is sounding good so far. Keep going.

Posted on 2009-01-19 at 20:18:34.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Welcome

No previous knowledge necessary. I'll do something I don't normally do and keep the characters simple. At least as far as their sheets go.

Posted on 2009-01-19 at 15:37:04.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: Certainly.

Start coming up with concepts. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves to determine spread of skills (generalities such as operations, engineering, security, etc.), races, etc.

We can at least get this part of things underway.

Posted on 2009-01-19 at 05:54:26.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: No problem.

Things happen. Take the time you need.

Posted on 2009-01-18 at 19:54:37.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: One post?

Guess I won't be posting a continuance tomorrow.

Posted on 2009-01-18 at 10:56:50.


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