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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Up to Tann.
I'll leave the route to the fire team lead.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 03:17:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Long post...multiple events, spans some few hours.
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 1910 hours
Kelsey sat behind his desk reading through the missive he’d just received by private relay. His narrowed eyes were studious, not angry, and the slight twitch to the corner of his mouth was indicative of a smile forming. The information he’d received was just what he’d been hoping for, but as usual, it would take some unique skills to act upon.
/--\BEEP/--\
“Come,” Kel said as he set the PADD down on his desk—face down on his desk.
The door slid open revealing a tall human, male wearing the command red and the pips of a junior grade lieutenant. He was clean cut, with black, regulation cut hair and kind, brown eyes. He had broad features, probably with some hint of African genes somewhere in his bloodline, but appeared Caucasian.
“You requested my attention, sir?” he said as he stepped inside and snapped off a salute, the door closing behind him.
“I did, Lt. Kennedy,” Gavison placed his right hand on the desk and leaned back in his chair, his left finding the arm to sit upon. “Sit down, Abe. We’ve some things to discuss.”
Lt. Kennedy did as instructed. Having served aboard the Charon for close to a year, he was well aware of Captain Gavison’s mannerisms and temper flares. He—perhaps better than anyone else aboard the Charon besides Commander Fletcher—knew the captain best, and had developed a thick skin where his dealings with the man were concerned, if not out of sympathy for the hellish history the captain endured, then out of respect for what he managed to accomplish. Even if the accomplishments weren’t always within Star Fleet regulation.
“Why is it that I have new assignments aboard my ship, and the first I learn of them is when one of them shows up at my door?” Kel drove straight to the point.
“Minor details I thought best to keep off of your desk, sir,” was the calm reply. Abe’s eyes remained fixed on Kelsey’s.
“Minor? Some of my senior officers and you considered them minor?”
“Not them, per se, but the fact that they were assigned recently. Being under repair with the knowledge that we weren’t going to be leaving dock soon, I felt that the introduction of said officers could wait until a more opportune time.”
“Opportune? Such as?”
“Such as the dinner you usually hold just before launching.” Abe’s face remained calm under the heat from Gavison’s gaze.
“Senior staff, and you thought it would do to—“ Kel’s visible hand had clenched into a fist, the muscles in his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to bowl the man out of his chair with a bellowed reprimand. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Captain Gavison kept his gaze level. “You weren’t informed of our pending mission, so I won’t hold you responsible for any delays your actions may have caused, Lieutenant. However, the assignment of new senior officers to my bridge will always, and I repeat, always warrant my immediate attention. Understood?”
“Understood, sir.”
The room fell silent once more while the two men stared at each other: one with a fiery countenance, the other a rock cliff before the storm. After what seemed like an eternity to Lt. Kennedy, Gavison spoke once more.
“The details of the mission are such: We’re to be joined by the Cerberus in a few days time, and shortly after, we’re entering the wormhole. However, after the Cerberus docks we’ll have the dubious honor of entertaining Romulan guests for a short term while they install a cloaking device. You’ll see to it that the replicators are programmed with a menu to their tastes, and that we’ve at least one bunk available in case they need to rest. Coordinate this with Lt. Cmdr. Talon so that his security forces can prepare.
“I’ll need you to also coordinate the secure delivery of a shipment currently held in cargo bay one-oh-nine. After making the arrangements for transfer from the Ferangi, Hinal, use the Charon’s cargo transporter to beam the containers on board. There’s no need for DS9’s security teams to concern themselves with the cargo, understood?”
“None of their business, sir.”
“Now, are the ship’s industrial replicators online?”
Abraham cocked his head to one side, unable to contain his surprise at the sudden shift in direction. “Uh, yes sir, I believe that Lt. Cmdr. Jones’ teams managed to repair the damage sustained in our last mission just two days ago.”
“Good. I’ll need some new furniture for my private quarters. Make sure that’s taken care of ASAP, Lieutenant.”
“Will that be all, sir?”
Kel considered the effective—sometimes overly effective—young man for a moment before nodding slightly. “That will be all for now, Abe.”
“Thank you, sir.”
As the Operations officer exited the ready room, Kel absently turned the PADD on its face while he considered what objections the man would raise if he knew what he was beaming aboard the Charon. Hell, the captain wondered if he’d receive objections from all of his senior staff should they know. Snatching the PADD from his desk once more, Captain Gavison rose abruptly from his chair and began pacing while pulling up star charts on the GQ. He was positive that he’d have to adjust Mas’Riat’s flight plans, though not through any fault of her own, and he wanted to make sure he was as familiar with the charts as possible before her report in the morning—besides, it kept his mind occupied while he waited on the arrival of his XO to report on the meeting with Shilotte at 22:00 hours.
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Officer’s Dining Room – 21:57 hours
The Charon was a light cruiser classification of starship since its refitting. Serving in the capacity of escort, frontier support, and combat support it was not exactly the luxurious design that some of the heavier cruisers were afforded, however, it wasn’t as sparse as some of the scout ships either. It did, after all, have separate officer dining, five luxury suites, and ten expanded suites; and none of the crew quarters could be classified as Spartan. Add on the fact that it had a captain’s yacht, and the ship was downright cozy.
It was in the officer’s dining room that Kel awaited the arrival of Jonathan Fletcher, his XO. Earlier that day, he’d set Commander Fletcher on an assignment to see if a Bajoran prylar by the name of Shilotte knew anything about the personnel they were to rescue from the Gamma Quandrant. The commander should have taken a couple of Talon’s security personnel just in case, and Kel was eager to learn of his officer’s findings.
Seated in the captain’s chair, Kel had already had food and drink brought in from Quark’s (no need to tax the replicators when there was a restaurant within an arm’s throw), and the spread for the two command officers aboard the Charon was wafting delicious scents through the air.
As usual, Jonathan Fletcher was right on time—the door sliding open innocuously as the red-shirted man strode in.
“I hope your day wasn’t nearly as eventful as mine, Jon,” Kel said, motioning unceremoniously at the seat kitty corner from him. “I’ve ordered Bajoran summer squash and lamber bird with some speckled something-or-other on the side. There’s a nice red wine to go with it as well.”
(OOC: allowing for some comments before diving into the report…)
Kelsey was a man of action now, a man bearing his own code of conduct, his own principles, the like of which occasionally collided with Star Fleet’s. None-the-less, he allowed his XO some time to enjoy his dinner before pressing him for his report.
“How was your meeting with Shilotte?”
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Deep Space 9 – Cargo Bay 109 – 20:03 hours
Lt. Abraham Kennedy stood just inside the russet brown door of the cargo bay tapping his PADD against his thigh as he scanned the visible isles between variously shaped and colored containers. Crewman Walter Ashton stood nearby, also peering about in an effort to catch any sign of the Farengi they were supposed to meet. In line with Captain Gavison’s standing orders both men wore Type II Phasers on their belts.
“You represent Captain Gavison I’m to presume?”
Abe turned slightly to his right to bring himself inline with the Farengi that suddenly emerged from between two large columns of cylindrical containers, one with red markings, the other with blue. Kennedy wasn’t surprised to see two additional Farengi with phaser rifles hovering not too far off, though it made him wonder what the captain was ordering on board even more.
“I am, and I don’t have much time for this, so if you don’t mind…”
“There’s always time for profit,” the smallish man grinned bearing a mouthful of sharp, pin-prickish teeth. “But, you ‘umans are an unusually passive people when it comes to profit, aren’t you?”
“And you Farengi are unusually profit-minded.” Abe sighed. “Can we get on with this? I have transfer protocols in hand for the shipment, and I don’t fancy I want to be hanging around with the order in hand should security show up.”
The comment elicited a snorting laugh from the alien as he slowly approached the operations officer his head kreening to the side to inspect Crewman Ashton as he reached out to accept the PADD Abraham Kennedy offered.
“Captain Gavison should have already handled payment,” Abe said by way of explanation, hoping to ward off any queries about latinum since Gavison had, in fact, failed to mention anything of the sort.
“Mmmm,” Hinal murmured in response as he took in the information on the PADD. “Yes, yes, your captain paid, though I ought to charge him extra for the hours this has sat in the cargo bay since notifying him of its arrival.”
“You could, but then I’m sure Captain Gavison would want to speak with you face-to-face about that,” Abe raised his right hand to his chest, allowing it to hover over his communicator badge, and smiled amicably at the bulbous-headed alien. “I could let him know if you’d like.”
Hinal hissed at the Star Fleet officer and shook his head. “There’s no need to get nasty, Lieutenant. I was just saying—“
“Well, I’d appreciate it if you stopped ‘saying’ and started doing,” Abe dropped his hand back to his belt where it rested on the phaser butt. “As I’ve said, there are plenty of other places I’d rather be right now.”
“As would I, ‘uman,” Hinal responded sourly as he turned and made his way to the pedestal-like computer control console. “I’m assuming these transfer codes have been cleared through security?”
“Certainly have,” Kennedy replied, still standing where he’d arrived at before the whole exchange took place.
Hanil muttered something further under his breath that Lt. Kennedy was sure had something to do with trading with ‘umans before the Farengi punched in the security codes and activated the transport. With the sound of the demolecularizing material still humming in the air, Hanil stalked towards the Star Fleet personnel and shoved the PADD in Kennedy’s face.
“Done! The deal is complete. Tell your captain to find his—“ Hanil suddenly widened his eyes as he realized he had just about revealed what he’d delivered, and his scowl was suddenly replaced by an apologetic smile like that of a cartoon shark. “Tell your captain it was a pleasure doing business with him.”
Kennedy’s brow furrowed, “I will.”
Stardate: 2374.09.02
The Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 09:50 hours
Kelsey sat at the head of the table, as usual. To his right sat Jonathan Fletcher, at his left, the newly arrived Lt. Talon. Proceeding down the table from Fletcher’s right sat Lt. Jason Hamilton, and the newly arrived Lt. Cmdr. Kato 3. To the left of Talon sat Lt. Cmdr. Benjamin Jones, and the empty seat that would soon belong to Lt. Mas’Riat should she deign to join them. Pleasantries had been endured by Kel, and he’d remained stony silent throughout the various discussions that were bound to pick up while waiting for the meeting to start until, with an obvious frown of annoyance at Mas’Riat’s tardiness, Kel opened the meeting.
“I welcome Lt. Cmdr. Kato—I’ve not had much time to review your service record, but judging the circumstances Star Fleet is aware of, I’d imagine you’ll do just fine.” Captain Gavison peered calmly around the table, the expression of dissatisfaction still on his face. “You’ve all had time to consider the operation we’re about to undertake. We’ll obviously be making adjustments as necessary to our plans once the Cerberus and Captain MacTavish arrive, but we’d damn well better have a plan of action to present that is better than decent in the meantime. So, Lt. Cmdr. Talon, what’ve you got to add?”
“First off Captain,” Talon started, “we received very little further intel on the Dominion movements but what I did get I forwarded to Lt. Mas’Riat to help in her evaluation of potential routes into the system. I also sent her my recommendations on the matter but I left the main planning of this area to her and her ‘unique’ expertise.” The last held a hint of sarcasm about why she was assigned to this ship and this mission.
“Ships’ security is tighter than ever,” he said moving on to the next subject, “ and all Tactical system repairs have been completed. The Type X Phaser arrays are fully operational, both Mark XXV Photon Torpedo launchers are operational and the torpedo bays are filled with 45 torpedos, and Deflector shields are operational and running at 99.99% efficiency. I am working on getting that up to 100% before the end of the day.”
“As for the Romulans,” he set his PADD down and ended the data that had been streaming to the main display, “they will be under constant surveillance by either me or one of my men. They will be allowed only in areas they need access to do their job and each one of those will have to be cleared by either you or me. They will not be allowed anything resembling a weapon, and they will be subjected to a full body scan and I would like them to receive a full physical and medical scan as well to make sure they are carrying no concealed weapons or viruses. They only place they will be allowed even the smallest amount of privacy will be the quarters where they will be housed and then a guard will be stationed outside the door at all times.”
Talon paused to look at the Captain, his countenance showing no hint of humor now as he concluded, “If I had it my way, I would rather beam them out into open space where they would do the most good.”
“Wouldn’t we all, Talon?” Kel answered grimly. “But we will afford them all of the diplomatic interaction necessary to make sure this mission is a success nonetheless.”
Just then, the door opened and Mas’Riat entered, looking a little concerned, and with reason as far as Captain Gavison was concerned. Kel let his expression do the talking as she seated herself, then said simply, “The floor is yours, Lieutenant.”
When called upon, Mas'Riat began by calling up a 3D display of her projected flight path, noting potentially dangerous atmospheric conditions as well as probable interaction with enemy forces.
"Given the information availible, I supplemented our flight path with my direct knoweledge of some of the area involved and have come up with the most direct route with limited probable interference from Dominion forces."
Kel reviewed the path with the rest of them and had to admit, it was as sound as could be given under the current circumstances, taking them past Torga IV, through the Bopak System, and entering Dominion Territory near Vandros IV. It was a round-about approach, but the angle wouldn’t be expected, especially since the wormhole opened up near New Bajor, respectively some few light years away, and the majority of Dominion/Star Fleet occurances had taken place on almost a direct path to Calinon VII where a known Dominion base was located. It also meant that they’d charted their course away from all Federation listening posts. The only real danger in the flight plan was that it took them within spitting distance of Skrreean Space, though Kel was confident that they’d be able to outmaneuver any Skrreean patrols that far out should they stick with that course. Kel’s focus on the plan returned to Torga IV, however, for it was here that his own agenda interceded Star Fleet’s mission plans. Still, now was neither the place, nor the time, to discuss that little variance.
“Well done, Lieutenant,” Kelsey said through barely moving lips as he continued to study the plan on the holo-display over the table’s surface (another of the perks of the Saber Class). Communications could be handled this way as well. “It almost makes up for your lack of attention to punctuality…” The captain’s nonchalant reprimand was couched in such a way as to slip it under the compliment allowing him to move on. “Maintain this information on our secure datafiles until such a time as I deem it prudent to transfer it to the Cerberus. Meanwhile, make sure you’re utilizing all of the holodeck time you need to practice the run. I want multiple scenarios in place: Gem’Hadar, Skrreean, atmospheric, everything you can think of. Talon will help you with that, as will Hamilton and Kato, I’d imagine. You’re new to the Charon, Mas’Riat, so I expect you to become intimate with her very quickly.”
(OOC: any response…)
“Kato, I believe that makes it your turn.”
"Well, ladies and gentlemen," the alien began, "I've been on a shuttle from Eminiar 7 for the past few weeks, and due to the nature of our mission, much of my work will be in coordination with tactical. However, I have called up all the available information about planets and lifeforms in the regions of space we'll be flying through."
He quickly flipped through a variety of documents showing the traits of planets and planetoids they would be coming into the vicinity of, as well as lists of M-class planets that they could survive on if the ship went down, etc. Additionally, there were a few slides on diseases, viruses and hostile lifeforms that they might run into while planetside - the kinds of biological threats that were native to or common to the Gamma Quadrant.
"As you can see," he concluded. "I've very little to go on. The Federation doesn't exactly have a wealth of information about Dominion space, for obvious reasons. For a more comprehensive report, I'll have to coordinate with tactical."
Kelsey was impressed. The man just dived right into his duties, and for that, Kelsey was grateful to Star Fleet. Having an impressive science officer on board was more than necessary, and this one looked like he’d pan out just fine.
“Well done,” the captain offered up one of his rare compliments. “Take note of the flight plan, Kato. You’ll want to further instruct yourself in the regions we’ll be passing through.” Turning his attention to Lt. Cmdr. Jones, Gavison continued. “How are the repairs coming?”
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 22:19:31.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Scouting Party 01
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
Lightning blinked into the acidic rain and frowned. He wasn’t exactly a car thief, and for the life of him, couldn’t think of the best place to procure a vehicle. Of course, once they found one, he was confident he’d be able to start ‘er right up…
“Sorry, but no dice here. I’m an upstanding citizen,” the techie grinned as he said this.
Bull’s Eye sighed and motioned down the street as MDK stepped off a ways to start making calls. “Let’s start walkin’. If we see something prime, I’ll clue you all in.” That said, the stocky nomad splashed through a puddle in the center of the concrete and began to walk away from where DigitalScribe and Guardian were getting into a Red Cab.
The rain was cold, the wind like a sandblasting tool, but Bull’s Eye was determined to get this underway. There had been a time when he would have been more relaxed in a city than out on the road where they’d have to keep an eye out for bandits and the Raffen Shiv. Prison had changed him. Inside, he’d had to watch his back, watch his side, watch his front, and sleep with one eye open. It had made him cynical, and brutally effective out of necessity. The man Croaker had known as a simple driver was no more, even if Croaker didn’t realize it. Now, with the somber, tattoo-faced medic, the all too beautiful bounty hunter, the techie with ADD, the enigmatic assassin, and the nomadic councilmember in tow, he had to find them a suitable ride, and quick.
There weren’t many on the street despite the time of day. When huge storms rolled in, Night City, just like any other city, kept its pulse pounding, but there were all too many different ways to stay off the street, and many took advantage of them. What that meant was twofold as far as Bull’s Eye was concerned: one, they had little potential for interacting with some fool ganger, and two they stood out like sore thumbs to anyone who just happened to take an interest in what was going on outside. Hunching his shoulders, the driver dug his hands deep into his trench coat pockets.
Covering his mouth as he took a deep breath, Firewind set off after the grumpy nomad, keeping his gloomy thoughts to himself. Part of him was ecstatic over the opportunity to finally do some damage to a megacorp, no matter how small. Ever since his loss, he’d been vying for an opportunity just like this to come along, but had been forced to work mamby-pamby gigs just to stay alive. This was the first real espionage outing he was involved in, and though he was excited about the prospects, he was more than a little concerned with the dynamics of the group. Glancing at Croaker, the medtech wondered briefly if he were really the best suited to be in charge. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered as much, but perhaps he was missing something—after all, Bull’s Eye had said that Croaker had been on a council, and even though Firewind knew very little about nomadic society, it was fairly common knowledge that most nomads had a government system that involved a council of sorts. So, if Croaker really had been on their family council, why was he so…unreasonable when it came to working with others?
The medtech’s gaze shifted to Peacekeeper for a moment before dropping back to the cement in front of him. Maybe that was it. Maybe having her along for the ride was setting the nomad on edge. But wouldn’t that make him want to pool all of his resources even more instead of alienating them? Keahi remained baffled as they wondered down the street.
“There,” Bull’s Eye’s gravel-filled voice brought their attention around. The group had progressed a few minutes down the street, working their way past shops, alleys, and restaurants until they’d come to a wide, one-way street that cut back between two red brick buildings tagged by graffiti. “Don’t no one point, or do nothin’ stupid like that. Just gather up like we’re talking lunch.”
While everyone gathered around, Bull’s Eye fished Canned Air out of his bag and put the mask over his mouth, filling his lungs with clean oxygen. About midway down the street, the area opened up to about three times as wide—possibly a loading/unloading area for the shops and restaurants. Parked there was a dull gray delivery van, the back doors opened wide and two people unloading boxes while another stood by with a submachine gun in hand smoking a cigarette. All three wore dark gray coveralls, ball caps, and heavy black work boots. The one holding the weapon was looking down the alley at the group of edgerunners that had just come into view, but the others were still working hard at removing the brown cardboard boxes from the back of the vehicle and placing them on the covered deck nearby. A stream of rainwater rushed down the alley away from the edgerunner’s positions towards the van that was about a foot wide. There was a large mottled green dumpster a bit further down in the courtyard, tucked into a corner just before the street narrowed again. The direction one-way sign pointed out towards the street the team hovered near, and traffic was slim, comparatively.
“Yeah, I know. There’s three obstacles, and one of them has heat, but that’s a delivery van, and it appears to be office supplies, so it could be an excuse for bein’ up that way if we ace it.” Bull’s Eye took another drag off the Canned Air and smiled as if he were telling a joke. “You’re call, Croaker. You want this one, or do we keep lookin’?”
“Oooo,” Lightning whistled. “You could do a lot with that and a bone yard.”
“Over here,” Bull’s Eye snapped his fingers in front of the techie’s eyes to draw his gaze back away from the van. “Frackin’ dunce.”
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:30pm
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 18:53:48.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Change in focus.
Lt. Kernan felt like he was getting no where and fast by reviewing the security videos. It was obvious to him that what he needed wouldn't be available after the first few minutes of review, at least not for some hours yet, and they didn't have those hours as far as he was concerned. Snatching his weapon from the desk top, he turned and made his way back over to Blake to see how she was doing. He knew enough about computers to know that she was likely doing everything she could, and the setup she had running there was impressive enough to keep the question about timeframes quelled.
Leaning up against the table in back of the Chief, Kernan brought up a mental picture of the facility, the electronics schematics, air conditioning...he didn't have an eidetic memory by any means, but that information was contained on Charlie's computer, and for the moment it was busy. So, he had only his memory to work off of, and after years of training, years of remembering orders, timing, and maneuvers, his memory wasn't that bad. If he remembered correctly, there was a power station control room across the way accessible through an underground tunnel.
"Go with me on this, Blake," Monty muttered, his eyes still on the only door anything could come through. "The people stationed here are mostly eggheads, right? They've got some chest full of degrees tucked away somewhere that make the common man the equivalent of an elementary school student. So, they're working on some top secret experiment up here in the lonely cold, and they either achieve some major milestone, or something goes wrong and they screw up big time. Either way--like I said, they're a smart bunch of people--they realize that the sh*t's hit the fan. So, I'm assumin' that the first thing they'd do is try to deactivate that generator-thing. Can't get through to it without riskin' a whole helluvah lot if there's a blue field around it as well...so they'd try to turn the power off at the station, no?
"Only, they either never made it to the station, or turning the power off did no good, and that means that the generator is creating its own power, or--" Monty tapped his weapon while he thought for a couple of seconds. "--Or it is drawing its power from somewhere else. That's a nasty thought.
"OK, so they couldn't shut it down via the power switch, couldn't get to the plug, if there is one, and resorted to trying to blow the hell outta it--which, of course, didn't work, cause that'd be too...normal in this strange little dreamland we've entered into. So, it is likely safe to say that the blue field is some sort of forcefield, or something, and that's why the weapon's fire and munitions couldn't affect it. With that assumption, it is safe to assume that the blue field around the base is also a protective barrier and we can't just evac and nuke the place. This leaves one realistic option here: You've got to get into their files and find out what the hell we're dealing with. Meanwhile..."
Monty had explained his line of thinking out loud to see if Blake could find any fault with it. Switching the radio back on, Lt. Kernan addressed the squad.
"Kane, what's the four one one?"
(OOC: assuming the answer is something akin to, "Uh, there's no way to unplug it from here.")
"All right, well, it is safe to assume that the people stationed here tried to shut the power down on it and failed, but we can't act on assumptions, so you and your fire team are to finish clearing this level, and then you're heading down to the access tunnel in order to secure the power station where you'll try shutting down power from there upon my order. Keep radio communication active. I want a play-by-play, and our enemy encounters thus far haven't led me to believe we're dealing with anything that can intercept our transmissions, so be vocal, everyone. All communications are to be on the open bandwidth, read me?"
Releasing the relay button, Kernan sniffed and released a deep breath. "Can I help out at all, Blake?"
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 18:12:50.
Edited on 2008-05-29 at 18:18:27 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Less subtle
Eol! Olan! All you others who have signed on and aren't doing anything! Let's get these ships flying!
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 17:05:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm enjoying it.
And, with Tann's decision to grind the mule into the mud, I'm just waitin' to see what Wyatt get's t' deal with next.
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 17:03:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Not the players...
Just isn't much good interaction in the timeline between SF and the Romulans.
Now, what's the plan people? There has been a lot of talk about posting and such, but no real action taken. *Knocks on the window* Hello!
If the game dies, I'll take the Charon on the mission without the Cerberus. 
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 05:09:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yup.
That's how we should do it.
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 05:02:50.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: No reviews, just ratings
Iron Man: 4/5 (in my opinion the best of the superhero movies ever to be filmed).
Cloverfield: 3/5
I am Legend: 3/5
28 Dresses: 2/5
P.S. I Love You: 3/5
Tenacious D: -200/5 (One of the worst films ever made. I think all participants in this film ought to be shot).
3:10 To Yuma: 4/5
Harry Potter 5: 3/5
The Seeker: 2/5
Eragon: 2/5
Posted on 2008-05-27 at 01:57:40.
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Topic: Age Of Friggen Conan!
Subject: ?
I saw the xBox Conan game, but is this different?
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 23:53:38.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: A couple of questions.
When Blake received the plans for the facility did she also have access to the electrical and heating schematics?
How is the overall facility receiving power?
Would shutting down all power be a possibility, and would the cold boot on the computers speed Blake's process up at all?
Is Kernan able to get any of the security disks to playback?
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 20:20:48.
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Topic: Marine
Subject: True dat.
You've my gratitude as well.
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 02:29:19.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Either way
I see no reason the whole squad shouldn't be keeping open comm.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 20:10:33.
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Topic: 40 things everyone should know
Subject: LMAO
That was funny. If only because I now have a daughter and I've been saying for the past four years that I'm going to create a nice wall hanging that will be placed right next to the door once she's of age to start dating. This wall hanging will consist of various caliber rounds from a .22 to a 50 cal. On each one, smallest to largest, there will be etched the time of the evening starting with 10:00pm. The later they have her out, the larger the caliber round I'll be using to end their miserable little life!
48. Don't pet a burning dog.
49. The best way to succeed in life is to act on the advice we give to others.
50. A flashlight is a case for holding dead batteries.
51. A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory.
52. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
53. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
54. A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
55. A day without sunshine is like, night.
56. A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.
57. All generalizations are false, including this one.
58. Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
59. Anything worth taking seriously is worth making fun of.
60. Artificial Intelligence usually beats real stupidity.
61. Assassins do it from behind.
62. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
63. Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.
64. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
65. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
66. Better to understand a little than to misunderstand a lot.
67. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
68. Borrow money from a pessimist, they don't expect it back.
69. Boycott shampoo! Demand the REAL poo!
70. C program run. C program crash. C programmer quit.
71. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
72. Chocolate: the OTHER major food group.
73. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
74. Corduroy pillows: They're making headlines!
75. Criminal Lawyer is a redundancy.
76. Death is hereditary.
77. Despite the cost of living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
78. Diplomacy is the art of saying good doggie while looking for a bigger stick.
79. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me alone.
80. Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
81. Don't drink and drive. You might hit a bump and spill your drink.
82. Don't piss me off! I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.
83. Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive.
84. Double your drive space. Delete Windows!
85. Duct tape is like the force, it has a light side and a dark side and it holds the universe together.
86. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
87. Energizer Bunny arrested and charged with battery.
88. Error, no keyboard. Press F1 to continue.
89. Ever notice how fast Windows runs? Neither did I.
90. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
91. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don't have film.
92. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
93. Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.
94. Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs.
95. For every action there is an equal and opposite criticism.
96. For Sale: Parachute. Only used once, never opened, small stain.
97. Forget world peace. Visualize using your turn signal.
98. Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.
99. Friends may come and go, but enemies tend to accumulate.
100. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your mouth is moving.
101. Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told.
102. Get a new car for your spouse; it'll be a great trade!
103. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
104. Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
105. Good judgment comes from bad experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
106. Hard work has a future payoff. Laziness pays off now.
107. He who laughs last thinks slowest.
108. Honk if you love peace and quiet.
109. Honk if you want to see my finger.
110. How do you tell when you run out of invisible ink?
111. How does Teflon stick to the pan?
112. How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand.
113. I am not a vegetarian because I love animals. I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.
114. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.
115. I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you.
116. I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it.
117. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
118. I get enough exercise just pushing my luck.
119. I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
120. I need someone really bad. Are you really bad?
121. I poured Spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.
122. I took an IQ test and the results were negative.
123. I tried sniffing Coke once, but the ice cubes got stuck in my nose.
124. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
125. I used to have a handle on life, and then it broke.
126. I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
127. I won't rise to the occasion, but I'll slide over to it.
128. I wouldn't be caught dead with a necrophiliac.
129. I'm as confused as a baby in a topless bar.
130. I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing!
131. I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done.
132. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
133. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
134. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
135. If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.
136. If you can read this, I can slam on my brakes and sue you!
137. If you can't convince them, confuse them.
138. If you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?
139. If you get to it and you can't do it, well there you jolly well are, aren't you.
140. If you haven't much education you must use your brain.
150. If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was probably worth it.
151. If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.
152. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
153. IRS: We've got what it takes to take what you've got.
154. It IS as bad as you think, and they ARE out to get you.
155. It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.
156. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
157. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
158. It's lonely at the top, but you eat better.
159. Jack Kevorkian for White House Physician.
160. Jesus loves you, but everyone else thinks you're a jerk.
161. Join the Army, meet interesting people, and kill them.
162. Keep honking. I'm reloading.
163. Laughing stock: cattle with a sense of humor.
164. Learn from your parents' mistakes: use birth control.
165. Lottery: A tax on people who are bad at math.
166. Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.
167. Make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot.
168. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
169. Montana: At least our cows are sane!
170. More hay, Trigger? No thanks, Roy, I'm stuffed!
171. Multitasking means screwing up several things at once.
172. My hockey mom can beat up your soccer mom.
173. My mind is like a steel trap, rusty and illegal in 37 states.
174. Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.
175. Never do card tricks for the group you play poker with.
176. Never mess up an apology with an excuse.
177. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
178. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
179. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
180. No one is listening until you make a mistake.
181. Oh Lord, give me patience, and GIVE IT TO ME NOW!
182. Okay, who put a stop payment on my reality check?
183. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
184. Oops. My brain just hit a bad sector.
185. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.
186. Pentiums melt in your PC, not in your hand.
187. Plan to be spontaneous, tomorrow.
188. Pride is what we have. Vanity is what others have.
189. Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere may be happy.
190. Quantum mechanics: The dreams stuff is made of.
191. Quickly, I must hurry, for there go my people and I am their leader.
192. Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs.
193. Remember half the people you know are below average.
194. Save the whales. Collect the whole set
195. Shin: a device for finding furniture in the dark.
196. Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface.
197. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.
198. Some drink at the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle, and still others backwash.
199. Some people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.
200. Success always occurs in private and failure in full view.
201. Suicidal twin kills sister by mistake!
202. Support bacteria, they're the only culture some people have.
203. The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required on it.
204. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
205. The hardness of butter is directly proportional to the softness of the bread.
206. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a flat tire.
207. The more you complain, the longer God makes you live.
208. The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes.
209. The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
210. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
211. The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.
212. The shortest distance between two points is under construction.
213. The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.
214. The universe is a figment of its own imagination.
215. There's no future in time travel.
216. There are 3 kinds of people: those who can count & those who can't.
217. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
218. There's too much blood in my caffeine system.
219. Things are more like they are now than they ever were before.
220. Time is the best teacher; unfortunately it kills all of its students.
221. Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.
222. Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
223. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
224. To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles.
225. Very funny Scotty, now beam down my clothes.
226. Wanted: Meaningful overnight relationship.
227. Warning: Dates in calendar are closer than they appear.
228. We have enough youth, how about a fountain of smart?
229. We were born naked, wet and hungry. Then things got worse.
230. Wear short sleeves! Support your right to bare arms!
231. What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
232. What is a free gift? Aren't all gifts free?
233. What's the speed of dark?
234. When everythings coming your way, you're in the wrong lane and going the wrong way.
235. When there's a will, I want to be in it.
236. When you don't know what you are doing, do it neatly.
237. Who is General Failure and why is he reading my hard disk?
238. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
239. Why is abbreviation such a long word?
240. Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
241. Women who seek to be equal to men lack ambition.
242. You are depriving some poor village of its idiot.
243. You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word.
244. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted then used against you.
245. You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me and not you!
246. Your gene pool could use a little chlorine.
247. Your kid may be an honors student, but you're still an idiot.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 05:36:12.
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Topic: Groovy Juicy Gamesessions!!!!
Subject: OK...my turn.
I've made mention of this campaign in other threads: my on-going game of twenty some-odd years. Well we had the longest "guest spots" ever played in this campaign when for close to three years a pair of players joined us. So, the group consisted of the usual suspects: fighter (Drizz't knock off), ranger (Perin knock off), monk, cleric (NPC), elf bodyguard (NPC), bard (guest player), psion (guest player). The crux of this portion of the campaign was that the psion was actually a part of a prophecy, that his powers were foretold to be the undoing of a world, and as such, his death was sought by many good religions while his power was sought by many evil beings. He was pretty much the most popular person in the Realms (Forgotten Realms). The rest of the party was trying to protect him from harm while they figured out how to counter the prophecy.
In my version of FR, a massive war had caused the Elves to return from Evermeet, and in doing so they'd reclaimed the Cormanthyr and Myth Drannor. Well, while this party was visiting Myth Drannor a small cult organized the capture of the psion, using teleportation magic to deliver him to the cult's transport group: Orcs, bugbears, goblins, ogres, and trolls.
Now, I've got one player separated from the rest of the group, but I didn't want to put everyone out, and I didn't want the one player to just hang around until they caught up to him. So, I created a character sheet for each of the players consisting of one of each of the humanoids, and instructed them to play the psion's captors.
At first they were skeptical. They were completely unsure of how to handle this situation since I've never let them play any of the non-standard races, and we don't allow evil PCs since my kids are around all of the time. Then, they got really into it. I mean, they acted the parts superbly. It was one of the most entertaining gaming sessions we've ever had. I enjoyed it so much that I changed my plans and allowed them to take the psion all the way through Anaroch, deep into its northern mountains where they deposited the psion into the clutches of the cult. I was originally planning to allow the party to catch up with their evil goblinoid characters and slay them, rescuing the psion. It made for more work for me as I had to quickly create the mountain keep and further detail the cult, but it was well worth it.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 04:48:45.
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Topic: Memorable NPCs?
Subject: In my world...
In my world there's a need for Magical Maintainers, a class of individual that is skilled in the ways of combating a magical seepage that drains magic items. My players have a favorite that they'll travel across the continent just to bring back. I don't know whether it is that they like my crazy Scotsman accent, his mannerisms, or the huge, lazy mountain lion that is his pet, but they keep coming back. He has no name: they refer to him as The Hermit, and he is completely whacko. He has short term memory loss...really short term. He turns around to go into his hollow tree home and inevitably hits his head on the low doorway. This causes him to turn back around, and when he sees the PCs he screams and will turn to run back into his tree...knocking himself out in the process. When he wakes up, the player characters spend a good hour or more trying to convince him that he knows them, and that he is a magical maintainer who will take care of their magic items: the giant dinner platter (shield) conversation is still talked about fondly as it began with:
"Ack! You've come t' steal me nose hairs! I'll no' 'ave you stealin' me nose hairs ya fiends!"
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 04:24:25.
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Topic: Stupidest game-related utterances
Subject: As a GM...
I always like to hear: "I draw my sword..." In my games that can be one of the stupidest things to say.
On a side note, isn't it amusing that those people prone to make the most inane comments tend to play thieves? Just a little profiling for you is all.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 04:11:17.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: And.........action!
Plugging away on the cortex as he was, Wyatt felt his insides jerk about at the cackle Sam's message started with. Leaning forward, the captain nearly placed his ear against the speaker box in order to pick out the words. He wasn't halfway through with the message before he was up out of his seat and running back through the door of the cockpit, slamming the ship comm unit active as he rushed past it, and carrying the conversation into the hall.
"Asher! Git your kit, an' move like you're burning for atmo, son! Wolf, git on up to the mule, and fire 'er up. Sam might be in a fix, so we're goin' in hot! MOVE!"
Dropping the door to his room open, Wyatt used the rails to slide down into his chamber, boot heels hooked on the steel to provide support. He was still wearing his ballistic shirt, and his combat knife was still sheathed along with his Colt. Snatching his shotgun and sling from the wall, Wyatt turned and hoofed it up the ladder once more, leaving the door to his room open in uncharacteristic haste.
His boots clanged loudly on the steel grates as he pounded through the remainder of the front hall, hanging a quick left just before the galley to thunder down the stairs to the cargo bay. Before even reaching the bottom of the stairs, Wyatt hooked his hand and swung himself over the rail to proceed down the next flight without much of a pause. By the time he reached the mule, he had slung his shotgun over his shoulder and was retrieving his gloves from his jacket pocket.
"C'mon people!" he yelled, retrieving his personal, ship-linked handset from his other pocket and activating it. "We're on our way, Sam. What're we lookin' out fer exactly?"
Static returned driving concern deeper into Wyatt's chest. His expression, however, was calm, focused, and determined. As the others slid into their seats, Wyatt in shotgun position, he skinned his Colt and ran the weapon down his forearm, spinning the cylinder to make sure he was fully loaded. As the engines of the mule fired up, he slipped the weapon back in it's holster and lifted the shotgun from his back, cracking open the chamber and checking its load. This, he didn't return to the sheathe, but kept it on his lap as the yellow vehicle roared out of the cargo bay.
"Willow, Trish," Wyatt contacted the ship. "Lock down tight an' don't let no one in 'less I say as much, dohn-ma?"
Not waiting for confirmation, Sung turned to look at Fenris, unsure of this single entity, this wild card in his otherwise familiar hand. "To the bank, Fenris, an' don't be mindin' no speed limit neither.
"Asher, if the situation's humped be prepared t' do what's needed t' give us cover t' git Sam out. He's top priority, an' once we got 'im you folk better be ready t' skin out fast 'less I make the decision t' do otherwise. Now, I don't know what Sam's got 'imself into, an' I don't much care for collateral damage, but if'n it is necessary to get to Sam, you've my permission for it."
Returning his focus to what lay ahead, Wyatt set his jaw, peering at the grimy cityscape as it fled their gait from beneath his eyebrows.
(OOC: I'll use Leadership in this respect--Give everyone a +2 step to one die roll made in the endeavor to return Sam to safety.)
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 02:52:13.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Not a tech person... Ha!
Monty smiled wryly at the Chief's comment and then followed the statement up with a nod.
"Good idea, Chief." Activating the radio, Kernan addressed the whole of the team. "Kane: without touchin' anything, see if you leathernecks can't find the power source for that equipment. Blake thinks it might be a field generator."
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 02:28:01.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: If I remember correctly...
It came through garbled, but still clear enough to pick out what's happening.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 02:22:57.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Really?
Mine was being Iron Man.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 02:21:01.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not as impressive: war horse vs. mule
Ku.
I was envisioning the scene where Wash stands Serenity off against those Mal picked a fight with. Oh well. We'll just have to use the mule I suppose. 
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 20:53:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: questions
How far from Roc to the bank, and would Wyatt know? Also what's the law against taking Roc down the street?
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 05:45:25.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: 10 minutes, a month... ;)
I've taken Lightning over as an NPC due to the player disappearing.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 01:46:52.
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Topic: Stupidest game-related utterances
Subject: Some from my twenty-plus year campaign.
Wizard's tower + trophy room + pedestal in the center of the room bearing a crystal dragon statue. The ranger in the party has the curiosity of a cat: "Oh! I go take that!" She's turned to stone. The party's cleric turns her back using a scroll. Next floor of the tower, same setup, large ruby on the pedestal. Again, the ranger says, "Oh! Mine!" and rushes over to be turned to stone. Again, the cleric brings her around.
Top floor of the tower: the party encounters a lich. The bard recognizes it for what it is and screams, "Run! Its a Lich!" this is what I'd been counting on, and I'd designed that floor of the tower so that the only exit was hidden once they entered leaving them to run in circles from the pursuing lich. The fighter (played by the veteran gamer) digs in stating, "Its only a lich."
Needless to say, the ranger was turned to stone, the fighter was killed, the bard was knocked unconscious as he flung himself through the exit, the monk was slain...only the rogue and the cleric survived having dusted out as soon as they found the exit. Luckily, the damage to the party was delivered as they were leaping through the exit, and the lich--whom I had already determined was only interested in maintaining his privacy) didn't follow to finish the job. The cleric was able to bring them all back after a time.
Now for one of my own while playing Bromern Sal hired to assassinate a demigod king of Unther:
In the DM's words, "As you enter the room you are nearly blinded by a section blocked off be a curtain of shifting colors."
I correctly deduced that my target was behind said wall, but distracted by my girlfriend at the time playing an assassin in training/love interest for Bromern I failed to deduce one thing.
"I leap through the curtain and release a series of poisoned daggers for an assassination attempt!"
"You leap through the prismatic wall--"
"Yup! Wait!"
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 06:21:06.
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