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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL
Reminds me of the scene in Sahara, or the one from Ultraviolet:
"Weapons: Many."
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 14:12:17.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: This as weekend
didn't work out for me as far as posting is concerned. I ended up helping prepare my chilluns for back-to-school which left me lacking in time. I hope to make up for it the first part of this week. Thursday at the latest because I'm leaving for Lake Powell Friday to do some boating, camping, and relaxin'.
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 03:56:13.
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Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: The answer
I believe (w/out checking my notes) that the starting year will be 452ER.
Still need info from players w/out character sheets...
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 00:15:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: And
The money from the bank...oh. Probably not a good idea, huh.
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 00:08:17.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Histories will be handed out once everyone's
Characters are finished so you can see how everyone fits together.
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 23:18:58.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Done with another!
Snickers is done and uploaded. Now, I need those questions answered by the other players before I can start on their characters...
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 21:08:39.
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Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: Still need...
Who's still in this? I've got the information I've requested from about half of you. I'm almost done with Snicker's character sheet, so I'll need the questions answered by the rest of you to get started on the next one pronto. Thanks!
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 18:26:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: OK, no one freak out...
Kel's reaction might incite some rather active posting here, but before that happens please remember that the intent is not to get anyone killed, but rather to proceed with the storyline. Have fun folks!
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 17:48:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Kel's Reaction
Stardate: 2374.09.06
USS Charon – Shuttle Bay 2 – 16:15 hours
…If Star Fleet has been thrown into such dire straits by taking on the survivors of the Cerberus, and dealing with the loss of the Cerberus and as your Charon crew seems to be incapable of providing a liaison here around the clock, I will offer a solution. Bring an ASRV into the bay and let us stay in. It is at least capable of it providing us with what is needed, within the confines of this force field. From there we can use the radio for messages and be assured that they are relayed through PROPER channels to the proper personnel. If not, I will demand that there be someone here all hours of the day or night. Who knows when one of us will need a drink of water, a medication, or need to use a relief room.”
Mac had butted heads with her and knew something of her tenacity, but he had never experienced the like of which she had turned on Lt. Kennedy.
“Do you understand me, Lt. Kennedy?”
Lt. Kennedy smiled cordially. “Centurion, I’m afraid that I understand you only all too well. However, I’m afraid you don’t understand me—which, under the circumstances I suppose I’ll have to be forgiving. Perhaps the litanies of drugs that have recently been poured into your system have confounded your reasoning. Rest assured that I’ll deliver your sentiments to the captain directly. I will make most certain that Captain Gavison is fully aware of your position, your suppositions, and your demands. I’m positive he’ll be more than happy to address them.”
Kennedy kept the smile on his face for he was truly happy with the turn of events. He hadn’t wanted to deal with the Romulans in the first place, and now, with the self-assured centurion’s actions, he’d likely be free of those duties to focus on those that mattered. He was sure as to what Gavison’s response would be, and was only sad that he wouldn’t have the opportunity to witness it first hand.
Without another word, not even if readdressed by the centurion or any of her crew, Abe turns and leaves the shuttle bay. He knew right where to find Gavison, but he had one last thing to do on the way.
“Computer, restrict all communication from the Romulans through onboard systems. Enact security protocol Talon Alpha-One-Alpha-Five-Zeta immediately.” That particular security protocol put the Romulans in complete lock down. The computer would be completely unresponsive. It was something Talon had established as a precaution, and the last thing Kennedy wanted was Gavison, or MacTavish, bothered by complaints and rhetoric from the very people suspected of destroying the …at least, that’s how he viewed things. He had worked to make sure they were secured, offered the pretense of providing them protection from possible malcontents (though he honestly believed that the forcefield was doing just that), and had them informed of the schedule, but they had to push his buttons.
“Demands…,” Abe chuckled as he boarded the turbo lift. With a slight shake of his head, Kennedy directed the computer to take him to the Bridge.
Stardate: 2374.09.06
USS Charon – Bridge – 16:30 hours
Captain Gavison turned his attention from MacTavish as the door chirped. They’d been discussing the latest reports from Science and Engineering, and the more Kel reviewed, the more he was becoming convinced that the Tal Shiar and the Romulans had something to do with the destruction of Mac’s ship, and the deaths of so many people.
“Come,” the captain intoned, perhaps a little frustrated.
Lt. Kennedy stepped inside and offered both men a salute.
“What is it, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Sir, you’ll find—the both of you—a complaint from Lt. S’Talon of the Romulan contingent pertaining to their feelings about the accommodations we’ve established for them.”
“Deal with it.” Kel turned back to the PADD intent on returning to his conversation with Jack.
“I attempted to, Sir.” Something in Kennedy’s tone caused Kelsey to turn back and study the Ops officer’s face. There was a rather mischievous twinkle to the man’s eye.
“And?”
“And the Centurion proceeded to try and throw her weight around. She apparently ordered the complaint placed, Sir.”
Kelsey immediately felt his temper flare. “What about their accommodations is unsatisfactory, Lieutenant?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“I’ve placed them on a schedule for use of toilet facilities, under escort. I’ve instructed them that they’ll have meals delivered at established times. I’ve restricted their interaction with personnel to just me. When first sectioned off, their space was apparently lacking in furnishings—something that was remedied by Lt. Myer’s with my permission.
“They believe that they should have the same amenities as Starfleet personnel, Sir.”
Kel’s nostrils flared as he considered the pomposity of their expectations. “And how did you attempt to handle the situation, Lieutenant?”
“I informed the Centurion that I would remain their liaison, and that due to my duties I would respond to their summons when I was able. I also informed them that they were receiving the best treatment the Charon could offer at the moment. That’s when the Centurion proceeded to threaten and demand. Not, mind you, Sir, in a loud and flagrant manner, but rather as a member of a higher caste would address an underling. At the end of her tirade, I informed her that I’d let you know her sentiments, and proceeded directly here to do just that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” Kel slowly rose from his seat. “You are dismissed.”
Lt. Kennedy saluted once more and turned from the room, leaving Kelsey and MacTavish alone again.
“Jack,” Kel’s voice was a tightly wound spring. “How you managed not to airlock these…HIjol I’ll never know.
“Everything that’s been discovered thus far shows nanite involvement in your ship’s destruction, nanites with a short operational lifespan, that had to be delivered almost directly into the core systems—the fact that two of the Romulans were in main engineering the morning of the incident—All evidence points towards the Romulans. You saw the report from your own doctor: that centurion is damaged, and the Romulaan empire usually retires those in such condition as unfit to lead. Why send someone like that on a mission of sabotage if not to provide her with an ‘honorable’ way to die?
I’ll invite you to join me for this, Mac, but they’re on my ship, they’re under my law.”
With Mac in tow, or not, Kelsey makes his way onto the bridge and to the turbo lift. Once inside, he taps his commbadge.
“Lt. Cmdr. Rrowl, Lt. Talon, assemble a security contingent and meet me in Shuttle Bay 2 immediately.”
Slipping his phaser from his belt holster, Kelsey adjusted the settings to maximum, his face flushed with blood from the anger boiling up inside. He’d received the medical report from Lt. Hash alongside Mac earlier that afternoon, and the condition of the woman raised all sorts of concerns. Kelsey had fought Romulans most of his Starfleet career. He knew how they thought, knew their tactics, and he’d been very successful in coming out the victor in every encounter due to this insight. Now, as the turbo lift took them towards the pending confrontation, Kelsey considered the possibilities:
The centurion could possibly be in the dark concerning the real mission—it was no secret that certain members of the Romulan government were still opposed to siding with the Federation, and if the centurion were troublesome, they could have placed her on board the Cerberus with the intent to have her destroyed with the ship, her name forever sullied—or repaired—for whatever political result they were after. That meant that there was the possibility any of her command staff would be involved in the conspiracy, most likely one with direct authority that couldn’t easily be countermanded. In Kel’s mind, this pointed to the Lieutenant, S’Talon. If the centurion hadn’t been aware of the saboteur’s intent that made the most sense. Of course, there was always the possibility that the saboteur was acting alone, and he’d been instructed to go down with the ship to save himself any possible repercussions, and spare the party that had ordered the act the embarrassment of being outed. Then there was the possibility that the two in engineering had been given something they thought would help with the cloaking device, which really contained the nanites, and unbeknownst to them had started the countdown to their demise. There were so many possibilities, and all of them pointed to Romulan fault.
Security protocol meant that they had to put each of the possible suspects in relative solitude until a tribunal could be held. With the delicate relationship between the Federation and the Romulan Empire, Kel had held out until he had more proof. Proof Science and Engineering had provided with their latest research.
In the hall outside of Shuttle Bay 2, Kelsey was met by the security retinue he’d requested. Striding into the room he went straight to the force field.
“Centurion Sienae,” he said in a gravel-filled voice, the phaser held at his side. “You and your team will accompany us to the brig. You are being arrested on the suspicion of sabotage against the Starfleet starship Cerberus that resulted in the deaths of Federation and Starfleet personnel—I would suggest that you remain deathly silent, Centurion. I’ve no patience for those who kill my people, and I’ve already determined that should you step one iota out of line I will be the judge, jury, and executioner.”
Lifting the phaser so that it pointed straight at Sienae, Kel gave the order, “Drop the force field. Lt. Commander Rrowl, please see to it that the Romulans are safely stowed in my brig. Should they attempt to speak to anyone until their trial, you have my permission to end it.” He purposefully left the “it” ambiguous.
(OOC: any argument from the Romulans will result in Kel shooting. He’s that pissed, and as far as he’s concerned, a report could easily state that the Romulans were burned up in the disaster—besides, he hasn’t really abided by the rules of fair play in some time.  Don’t worry thought, he intends to deliver the Romulans to Captain Sisko on DS9 where he expects them to be carted off to a Federation station for the trial. However, intentions change when a man already on the end is pushed. Sienae will hopefully realize just how unlike Mac, Kel is…I hope.)
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 17:38:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: It is my goal to never put people in an easy spot. ;)
The furniture store is a two level shop with an apartment structure above it that makes it a total of four stories in height. It is tucked into the midst of a series of buildings which means (without Guardian having actually seen the back of the building) there will likely be a service alley in the rear. Most buildings have roof access of some kind, but you'd likely have to head up through someone's residence (most likely the shop keeper's, or some beavers who want to be close to work) to access it. Guardian didn't get a good look at the buildings to the left and right of the furniture shop, but his training kicked in and he registered what they were: shops on either side. One is an electronics store (think Radio Shack if or something of the sort), main floor as the shop, next floor most likely store offices, and then apartments for the next four floors (six story building), and the other is a sewing supply shop with a bout three stories above it, most likely offices, or apartments.
For the sake of your post: It wouldn't be hard for Guardian to get out the back way, and he'll find that service alley which is--for the moment--void of any threats. The alley will run the length of the block either way (it is a one way street just large enough for one garbage truck, or delivery truck to make it through), has three dumpsters tucked into alcoves down the length of it, wiring draped overhead between the buildings, a couple dangling a single bulb to light the alley in the night, some moldy, wet, cardboard boxes, and the shattered bits of wood amongst other garbage plastered to the drenched street. There's no indication as to what the other buildings contain across the way, but it is a good bet they are locked from the inside since that's the way he'll find the door from the furniture store. All in all you're looking at about fifty meters to the right before encountering another two lane street, and about seventy meters to the left. With traffic backed up and trying to get the hell outta the firefight, you have a few seconds...but not too long. Oh, and there are fire escapes leading to the top floors of the buildings, but none of them are down where you can readily grab the bottom rung. You're looking at about a twelve foot reach to the lowest.
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 16:40:50.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Awesome!
(Notice no r in Kilgim?)
Persuade away, Mr. Orange Beard!
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 16:29:22.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: time is up
I'll be posting this weekend. Any who have not posted before I will have characters subjected to the more evil side of my whim.
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 04:14:49.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I had to post a conclusion myself...
OK, so if necessary Char will pay to have the ring checked for magic, but we need to decide how we're going to deal with the ring and the commander's sword. Char will suggest that, "Da comman'eer's swor' shou' be sol' an' da monies pay fer da repai' o' Arien's shaeel." He'll go with whatever the group decides on the ring and sword.
Afterwards, he plans on leaving Arien and Alloryn to catch up, Da' Moon to be Da' Moon, Maximus to do whatever he needs to do, Kilgim and Adrian the same, because a couple of days in the city, and Char's fed up with humanity and itching for the outdoors.
When Dwan calls for them again, Char will be in the nearby wilderness hunting, camping, fishing, camping, hunting, camping, and then doing it all over again. He'll avoid most everyone he doesn't know (he doesn't want a fight) except for any Freegate guards. That should make it easy enough for Dwan to find him again should he need to. As a matter-of-fact, Char will make his camp available to Freegate guards if they so desire it whenever they happen by, so that should make his whereabouts rather well known to any they report to, and thus to Dwan. 
By the way...what happened to Sunset?
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 03:37:33.
Edited on 2008-08-15 at 03:40:28 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Wrapping it all up.
There weren't any footprints, no hoofprints, hell! There wasn't even a bent blade of grass to indicate the passage of the body snatcher. Crouched over the spot where the gangrenous Imperial had just about ended his and Arien's lives, Char's brow furrowed and his mouth twisted in frustration. He'd so been hoping to look the body over further. Bodies were as telling as the turned stone, the broken twig, the slight imprint from a bootheel. He'd hoped to learn something of the green arm, the strength that the man had possessed, instead, all he could find was sword and a ring that had been slightly hidden by a clump of trampled grass having endured the weight of the knight's knee at one point in the battle.
Breathing in deeply through his nose, the ranger poked at the ring with his skinning knife to make sure that whatever sorcery was afoot hadn't latched on to the piece of jewelry. (OOC: provided that nothing blows up in his face)
Somewhat satisfied with the results (meaning, nothing flashing in his face, no fire burning his eyebrows off, or anything of the sort), Char slowly picks it up between the index finger and thumb of his right hand; nervous despite the leather glove that separated the metal from his skin. This ring went into his belt pouch in much the same fashion as a hot coal would have: quickly and with a slight sigh of relief once it was safely out of sight.
The sword, was studied further where it lay. The intricate scrollwork on the hilt, the Imperial sigil emblazoned on the pommel, the antiquing down the center of the blade. It was definitely a finely crafted weapon, but it was not of the type that the woodsman favored, so his interest was purely academic. After he was confident that no foul magic surrounded it, Char grabbed the hilt and lifted it, checking its balance before turning and scanning the activities of the others.
He stood apart, alone for the moment, as each went about a task that suited them. Kilgim and Adrian were huddled over the inert form of a woman dressed as an Imperial sorceress. At first, the ranger thought they were searching the body, but Char was pretty sure Adrian wasn't as...different as all that, and the way he was holding the body spoke of a different tale altogether. Perhaps that was the owner of the name he'd whispered in surprise within the tower, just before everything had blown up in their faces. What was it? Wind, Char-Lad, Eftari's dry voice sounded in his head. And he looks to be rather bent about her condition, no?
"Aye," Char mumbled. "Ben'."
Deciding it wasn't something he wished to interrupt, the ranger switched his attention to Arien and Alloryn. He still held her, and Char couldn't blame him. The grimy woodsman wondered when he'd hear her acerbic whit again, he hadn't known her long, but she'd been as deadly with her tongue as he was with his Kukri, and that had reminded him of some of the camp followers he'd grown up around. Of course, it had never helped that after he'd grown accustomed to it, her biting sarcasm had just brought a smile to his lips--something that had likely not sat well with her.
Again, that was a reunion he wouldn't crash. That left--
"Da' Moon," Char muttered, turning about once more in search of the little thief. "Ah..."
There they were, Dapple and Maximus, gathering up stones to lay over the corpse of the Strange One. Char stood there in silence, the commander's sword held by his leg, watching as the huge boulder of a man carried a stone nearly half Da' Moon's size over to set in the circle they were building about the little mage. The ex-pit fighter's face looked as though he had a foot of steal buried in his stomach, and when he went back to collect another stone, his shoulders hunched with the weight of sadness. The image of Eftari's body after the giants were through with him suddenly came to mind, and the emotion Char had felt at the loss nearly overpowered him.
Wiping the back of his left glove under his nose, the ranger sniffed back the feelings that were about to spill out and turned away from the preparations for the body. Striding away, Char thought about the strange little man who'd sacrificed so much for this mission. As far as Char knew the man had no connection to the Dagger and the Rose, and yet he'd come along willingly enough. Despite his spooky habits (a shiver went down Char's spine), and despite the xenophobic mentality he'd been received in, ultimately it had been him to lose his life...and in his sacrifice save Char's and possibly Arien's as well. Which, in a round about sort of way ended up likely saving any number of additional lives as Char doubted that many of the remaining party would have been able to stand up against the commander if both he and Arien had nearly been ended with relative ease.
With this troubling thought running through his head, the shaggy woodsman suddenly gave pause at the vision before him. There she was; the other wizard who'd been with that one Adrian was holding--Char glanced back over his shoulder to see that Kilgim had apparently already given a diagnosis and was moving on to help with other things. Turning back to his find, Char brushed his curtain of hair out of his eyes and slowly approached the body.
She was definitely dead. No head could be turned like that--and the collar's cut into the neck was seriously detrimental to one's health as well. Still, there had been so much magic floating about that the ranger was more than a little cautious as he drew near.
Nature had a way of cleaning up after itself...even cleaning up after humanity's messes. As soon as Char was sure that she was not going to pop up in some grotesque puppet show and fling magic their way once more, he left her as is. Le' Naishu dea' wit da body, he thought as he backed a good ten paces from it before turning around and walking back to the crumbled tower with the commander's sword still in hand.
It took some hard work and a lot of shifting through the rubble, but they eventually discovered the sword Dwan had hoped they'd find. He could only hope that the captive Dwan had been referring to was Alloryn, because he was rather confident that had anyone else been alive in that tower they were dead, dead, dead, and then dead some more.
Even as night pressed in on them, the group universally decided that the ruined tower was not a good place to camp. Char knew that the wolves would soon be on the scene if the scent of magic didn't hold them at bay, and so it was that they found their way out of the valley and back to the horses as quickly as they could.
Rest did arrive despite the perception that it was always on the next horizon. During his turn at watch, Char considered the events to date. He'd made some real friends in Kilgim, Arien, and despite Da' Moon's challenging personality, Char thought of her as a friend as well. He could even see himself growing to like Maximus, and it wasn't necessarily too far fetched to at least appreciate Adrian. Alloryn...well, she was an acquaintance, but through Arien, she was a part of what Char considered family now. He'd lost Daida, and learned very little about that fell cult the Dagger and the Rose, but he felt that he was getting closer. Perhaps he'd be able to discover more in the near future. Perhaps he'd be able to close that particular chapter of his life once and for all. The thought gave him strength, and drive, once more, but every time he looked at Maximus, or Alloryn, or the near comatose Wind, and the worried Adrian, he felt his heart wrenched as memories of Daida's laughing face, or Eftari's wizened, old eyes would come to mind.
The sword and the ring were, of course, shared with everyone--at least that they existed. Char asks Kilgim if he has a way to check the ring for magic as well as the sword, but no matter the results, they are both the property of the party as far as the ranger is concerned. They'd decide together what to do with them when the time was right.
Char was grateful for the arrival of the patrol; it gave him time to rest. Upon returning to Dwan's estate, he allowed Arien to give the report and took in the dwarf's reaction as though he were trying to read a scuff mark on stone. Something in the rough features of Kilgim's cousin told him that there would be more, and Char was fully intent on riding this horse until it died, or he died. So, when all was said and done he was happy enough to accept his gold and part company with the evil blade, but they'd yet to decide on what they were going to do with the rest of their findings (the stones obviously having been turned over to Gwanele), and after Dwan's grim reflection on the news of the region, they are set free.
Discussion is had about what to do with the commander's sword and the ring, and when the decision is settled upon, Char grasps Arien's arm in the warrior's grip and gives him a nod. Simple, and yet all-telling. The action is repeated with Kilgim, but Da' Moon gets a roguish half-smile and a wink: Char knows better than to try and touch the little woman. Still of little words, the ranger offers Maximus and Adrian a nod, and then departs with his reward for a tavern, a hot bath, and a couple of drinks.
He spends the night in Freegate, then immediately sets about the next morning paying to have his armor tended to, his equipment repaired as necessary, and his outfit replenished. He makes sure he has a few apples if he can find them, and treats himself to beef at every meal. Then, after his equipment is tended to, his appetites fulfilled, and his interest in the city spent, Char heads for the gates, allowing Northwind to follow behind without keeping the reins in hand.
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 03:33:05.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Uh, actually...
It is Kernan who is helping Inga--Kane is on guard duty.
Posted on 2008-08-14 at 20:10:13.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I agree
Most good cars bite the bullet in movies.
Wood, my friend. Woof.
Posted on 2008-08-14 at 00:34:41.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: LOL
I've seen that movie, YeOlde!
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 16:45:08.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Still waiting on some posts...
Won't wait much longer.
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 16:41:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: so...
I wonder if it is about time for a Romulan "guest" to meet Angry Kel...
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 16:40:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Yippeeeeeeeeee
Nice! Char lives to confuse the heck outta any he speaks with again!
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 16:37:37.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Anywhere's better than here when the Purple Bellies arrive.
Wyatt gave an approving nod at the doctor's instructions, still not sure if he trusted the man having Willow's warning gaze imprinted on his brainpan like the Bluesun logo, but it was all they had right now.
"Wolf!" Sung called over his shoulder. "You know where the Doc's place is? Haul that mule into the shed there if you would, and be quick about it."
As the men gathered about Sam and the other wounded, Wyatt steps out of their way, worry gripping his gut but never showing on his face. "Keep your iron shut up when walking through that Tong-yard, Kid. Willow might've sweetened some up earlier, but I ain't puttin' us in harms way unnecessarily."
Turning to JW, Wyatt reached up to tip his hat, then remembered that he carried it in hand and gave the man a nod instead. "I appreciate the kindness for me and mine." Then he went after the procession, taking his communicator from his pocket as he did so.
"Ma," he said into it with a dry voice. "Keep Rocinante locked up nice an' tight as though no one's home 'til we git back. We're gonna be sittin' tight at the town doc's house fer a spell."
He knew she wouldn't reply, but felt assurance that she'd received the message none-the-less. With business in order, he had nothing more to worry about for the time being, but makin' it through the Tong's property, relyin' on a perfect stranger to fend off the Alliance, an' some strange doctor workin' alongside Willow to save Sam's life.
"They come in three, Asher," Wyatt said. "We've had the bad, now's time fer the good."
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 03:34:04.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: No other options...
Monty didn't like the response he'd received from Blake, but he couldn't come up with a better one, so he gave her a curt nod and turned back to the doc.
"Take what time you need to get everyone stabilized, including yourself." Turning to Kane he dipped his head towards the door. "Make sure nothin' comes through that, Sarge.
"Blake, it looks like our lives are in your hands for the moment. See if you can't get all tender with that machine again, and we'll sit back and pray that what happened to our fellows in the Observatory doesn't happen to us in the interim."
Orders given, Kernan drops to his knees next to the medic, ready to provide what help he can in the stabilizing process.
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 03:24:10.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: ack!
Really!? I'll fix that shortly.
Posted on 2008-08-11 at 19:53:07.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Maurius is uploaded.
Maurius is uploaded, sorry for the delay. Check his character name in the first post for the character sheet.
Posted on 2008-08-10 at 22:41:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Posted...
OK, so I've posted for Kennedy, carried on Kel's and Talon's conversation in a way that I think will require Talon to leave his quarters and be involved in the day-to-day again, and decided that I'd lay this before you all:
Shifts:
Shift One - Bridge Duties
Captain's Chair: Captain Gavison
Ops Console: Lt. Kennedy
Tactical Console: (Usually) Lt. Cmdr. Talon; in current conditions Lt. Cmdr. Rrowl
Engineering Console: Empty as Lt. Cmdr. Jones would be in Engineering.
Flight Control Console: Lt. Cathica Mas'Riat
Science I: Lt. Cmdr. Kato III
Science II: Unmanned
Executive Officer's Console: Unmanned (unless Fletcher chooses to spend time there during this shift).
Shift One - Auxiliary Departments
Sick Bay: Lt. Hamilton
Main Engineering: Lt. Cmdr. Jones
Shift Two - Bridge Duties
Captain's Chair: Commander Fletcher
Ops Console: Ensign Seward
Tactical Console: Lt. Myers
Engineering Console: Empty as the acting officer would be in Engineering.
Flight Control Console: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Science I: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Science II: Unmanned
Executive Officer's Console: Unmanned.
Shift Two - Auxiliary Departments
Sick Bay: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Main Engineering: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Shift Three - Bridge Duties
Captain's Chair: Lt. Cmdr. Jones
Ops Console: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Tactical Console: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Engineering Console: Empty as the officer in charge would be in Engineering.
Flight Control Console: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Science I: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Science II: Unmanned
Executive Officer's Console: Unmanned.
Shift Three - Auxiliary Departments
Sick Bay: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Main Engineering: Manned by an ensign yet to be created…
Hopefully this helps with the idea of whose where. During one of the shifts where the command staff aren't on bridge duty, they'll likely be taking care of clerical work, reports, staffing schedules, and other department humdrum for at least half the shift. The remainder could be used for personal time, scheduled holodeck time, exercise, mess hall activities, etc.
Posted on 2008-08-10 at 22:09:51.
Edited on 2008-08-10 at 22:10:33 by Bromern Sal
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