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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Cold
I believe we are frozen it is so cold.
Posted on 2008-03-17 at 06:05:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Dr. Jon
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Cerberus – Sick Bay – 1140 hours
Jon didn’t need much time to process the information delivered by Commander MacTavish in their debriefing. He’d always scored high on comprehension tests, and it didn’t take a warp core engineer to figure out this wasn’t going to be an easy mission. The presence of the Romulans made things even worse, but he couldn’t help but salivate at the opportunity to actually doctor Romulans. There weren’t many Star Fleet doctors who could claim such a thing, and he was really looking forward to getting under one’s skin.
Stepping into what would be his second home, Lt. Hash was pleased to see his sparse medical staff hard at work. The ensign he’d seen earlier was busy working at one of the desk stations while another that he hadn’t met yet worked on cataloguing their supplies.
“How’s it look?” Jon’s voice sounded harsh no matter what curb he tried to put on it. Both ensigns jumped.
“I’m nearly finished scheduling check-ups for all of the senior staff members, sir,” the female ensign hurriedly replied.
“And I’ve nearly finished confirming all medical supplies,” the male ensign replied a little uncertain as his eyes flickered towards the female with obvious question. “Uh, sir?”
Jon walked over and snatched the PADD out of the man’s hands so that he could investigate the work. “What?”
“We’re loaded for bear, so to speak,” the question still remained in the ensign’s voice. “Are we going to the Front?”
“We’re going wherever the hell the captain says we’re going, Ensign…”
“Ensign Braff, Sir.”
“Well, Ensign Braff,” Jon handed the PADD back and made his way to his office. “We’re going beyond the Front, so I’d suggest that you suck it up Princess, and make sure my sick bay is prepared for anything.”
“Y-yes sir!”
Lt. Hash entered the enclosed space of his office with its clear glass view of the floor beyond and dropped into his swiveling chair. Turning to face his desk computer, he activated his department’s personnel files.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath as Braff’s file presented itself. “I was half expecting him to be a her. Kid’s balls haven’t even dropped yet.”
That said, Hash continued to review those who would be working for him, annotating their files with personal comments accessible only by senior staff, and none of the statements were all that kind despite their achievements. He was a harsh task master, but he was more harsh with himself. Braff, Tort, Maguire…all of them would learn that soon enough.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 17:40:24.
Edited on 2008-03-22 at 17:27:38 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Lunch Meetings
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:05pm
“I’m MDK,” he announced, “I believe you are expecting me.”
"Good afternoon MDK, yes we were just informed of your arrival,” Jaimy smiled gently, almost easily as she nodded and spoke.
Preacher had eyeballed the fellow from the moment that he’d entered the building. For the practiced eye—for a player in the game—it was obvious that this fellow was dangerous. He wasn’t the type that blended well, just like Preacher. His stance was bold, his movement was fluid, and his expression was ice. It obviously wasn’t the same with Preacher; no, he stood out in the Night City crowd because of his cowboy attire. Of course, that was a style he’d chosen to keep the wolves from sniffing him out as an ex-netrunner. He’d made a lot of enemies in that lifetime…a lot. Now, as he sat in the restaurant with a group of people that didn’t care much for each other, charged to protect one of the main antagonists from the individual who’d originally offered him the job, he folded his arms across his chest, mindful of the slight pain derived from his chest wound, and slid his right hand underneath his trench coat lapel where he gripped the handle of his Magnum. Resting in a SpeedHolster, he was ready to spring to action as he watched every move the man and his companion made from behind his mirrorshades, and beneath the brim of his holy, gray cowboy hat. When the introductions were made, Preacher remained at ready, doing nothing more than tilting his head slightly in recognition of the added help.
Firewind was a little more than relieved at the appearance of the added muscle, though the second fellow didn’t look too much like a gunman. The Islander’s tattooed face broke into a weary smile as he sank back into his seat and breathed a little easier. Maybe they had a chance after all: everyone had shown up for the meet, Spiff and Croaker had come to some sort of terms, and Jack had sent them help.
“Have a seat, Mr. MDK,” Scribe made nice as the host since it would appear all of the guns were more prone to just sit and stare at each other. “We’re about to order some food, and make some reports before deciding on our next course of action. Introductions all around: I’m DigitalScribe, this here is Guardian, currently hired on as my bodyguard—I tend to like to stay in one piece. That’s Spiff; he’s got the connections, if you know what I mean, and that’s his shield, Preacher there looking like he’s ready to ride bull. Smiles over there is Firewind, our medtech, and the lotus there is Peacekeeper. Our intrepid leader is Croaker at the head of the table, and his brother Bull's Eye. We know you’re MDK, but who’s this fellow?”
(OOC: assuming introductions continue, and that MDK and Lightning take a seat.)
The waitress came around then, taking down everyone’s orders and making her way back to the kitchen leaving the group in relative solitude. The nearest occupied table was some twenty meters away and contained an old couple who were obviously avoiding eye contact with the edgerunners in an effort to remain in their quiet little world. It was then that Peacekeeper’s cell phone vibrated in her hand indicating that the location of their target had been downloaded.
Opening the message the bounty hunter realized that she was looking at a satellite image of the mountains east of Night City. There was a two-lane road leading out to it, and passing it by. The terrain looked to be scrub pine and mountainous with the facility barely showing up on the satellite due to the coloration of that building materials. There also appeared to be a security gate, and a fence surrounding the facility. The distance from Night City was 10.2 miles. The additional message stated simply: Working on getting blueprints of the facility. Will provide those upon success.
“OK, so here’s the scoop,” Scribe began as he watched Peacekeeper’s face for some sign of what she was looking at. “I’ve taken the footage I took of last night’s altercation and put it in the hands of a braindance wizard. He’s going to help us pin that little mess on the big dog by placing them at the scene instead of us. Should be done later today, and it wasn’t cheap, so a thank you is appreciated. Once we have that, I’ve got a source that I can ‘leak’ the footage to with reference to our vague knowledge of the designer drug. This will, hopefully, bring enough unwanted attention on the operators in charge of that little program that we’ll have some breathing room.” The media spread his hands wide, a smug smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, his TechHair remaining perfectly styled.
“Now, what’s our next move?”
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:10pm
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 17:07:56.
Edited on 2008-03-15 at 17:14:16 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Decisions
Char's snarl was feral as the circumstances they'd found themselves in impacted his simple way of viewing things. Arien had gone through the north wall, leaving a mass of impenetrable rubble. The southern hall might hold long enough for the crew to make it out the door, but that would put them even further from the knight. Knowing that Da' Moon had taken a bit of a pummeling, but having also seen her down a potion, and with Kilgrim running towards them, the ranger had to make a quick decision. He gaged the height of the window and whether the dwarf could make it through with a quick, practiced eye for determining such distances and heights.
"Tru da win'ow! Now!"
(OOC: Char will attempt to make sure Dapple and Kilgrim make it through the window. If necessary, he'll help in a little dwarf throwing...now, assuming the three make it outside the window--if not, I'll fix the post.)
After his two companions had made it through, Char throws one last look towards Maximus and Adrian to make sure they were moving as well before diving through the opening into the outside once more. Hitting the ground with a roll (OOC: I hope) that spares him any damage, the range rolls to his feet, both swords in hand, crouched as he quickly digests the scene around him. (OOC: again, if nothing immediately threatens them.)
"To Arien," he growled as he spun on his heel and charged off to the north side of the building.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 16:36:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Small cast...
This has turned into a one ship show. Look, if you're interested in Trek, post away! Still plenty of time to kill while Eol's away, and the Charon's crew should be real busy up to that point of arrival. Anyone on the Cerberus who wants to pick up a role on the Charon, or even a temp role on DS9, let me know.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 05:25:15.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: ahem
If you want me to take some liberties with the introductions and how things at the table progress, I will. Otherwise, there's some obvious need for interaction here.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 05:21:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: psst
*Conspiratorial tone*
Olan, could you abduct Eol's profile and write a post for him? The DM would never have to know...
Roger, let me know if I need to change anything in my post.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 05:18:10.
Edited on 2008-03-15 at 16:36:46 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Eyes (and ears) of the beholder...
Would that be cruel to him, or us? I despise reality television. One of the worst advents of modern "entertainment", and boy do I use that term loosely.
Posted on 2008-03-14 at 03:52:11.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ...
Daddy? As in: "Luke, I am your father," daddy?
Posted on 2008-03-08 at 22:49:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ummmm
I'm confused. It almost reads as though Roger doesn't want the same group of players.
Posted on 2008-03-07 at 05:58:25.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Hoorah!
Good!
Posted on 2008-03-07 at 02:23:50.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: That'd be up to Roger.
Al?
Posted on 2008-03-06 at 06:08:42.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: hmmm
Can't argue the logic...
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 03:49:47.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Lurk away!
Who knows...Wyatt might be looking for some more crew if people don't start postin'!
Supernatural took over the big gaping hole the cancelation of Firefly left. I too own the DVDs and the movie. I hope the come out with more.
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 03:32:38.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Door number one reveals...
Walking back to the ship, Willow leaned her head close to Sung’s, as if to snuggle. “That one’s more than she appears to be,” Willow murmured, her expression soft for any watchers, ”And less, too. Best make sure we get full payment before a single container leaves the ship, Captain-San.”
Wyatt’s face remained impassive as he casually took in their surroundings. He wasn’t one to trust easily, and he most certainly hadn’t been swayed by the woman’s obvious attempts to distract through her appearance, but he hadn’t pegged her for a Ching Soh (ruthless or savage person…best bet). Though he had already considered that she was more than she appeared to be just due to the fact that she was apparently brokering the deal that required them to run a blockade while her husband was some sort of Da Gher Da (Faction Leader).
“You know her, Wolf,” Wyatt continued to watch the streets as they made their way back towards Rocinante. “We got reason to think she’d cross us?”
He wasn’t dismissing Willow’s assessment—he was too smart for that. She’d pegged way too many people like a sharp shooter right between the eyes with those readings of hers. He wasn’t about to just up and say, “Sorry woman, but you’re dead wrong.” He’d of been dead a long time ago if he had. All he was looking for was a little native, ear-to-the-ground intuition to compliment the good doctor’s. Besides that, he wanted to see what value Wolf could bring to the mixing pot that was his crew besides fixin’ things. Kora had given input, helped on the guns, and that’s just touching on the tail of the comet so to speak.
Posted on 2008-03-02 at 20:25:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: That's what counts.
So long as some of us are moving it forward, when Eol returns it will be ready to jump full swing into the thick of the Dominion trouble.
Posted on 2008-03-02 at 20:13:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Done?
Not on your life! Tell him, Al!
Posted on 2008-02-29 at 02:55:31.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oprion C
Wyatt would always prefer to deal in cash, though he'll likely only rarely buck employment and as such will likely also have a transfer account. The transfer account would only ever have enough dough in it to keep it open with no fees, and as the crew get's paid, he'd empty the new funds to pay out share, resupply, and ship maintenance.
Posted on 2008-02-26 at 22:47:47.
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Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: Tired
And sick, so I don't much have anything on my mind that's useful, but I had a friend who solely played (I was pretty much the GM all the time). Me and the guy who introduced us to gaming wanted to try our combined skills as an adventuring group, so we asked this other guy to GM for us. We brought together two character's that had been created in the same vein: Greydon and Reddon. This new GM had already decided to throw us for a loop, and our first encounter was against giant carniverous beavers...that could fly.
That session ended early with me taking over as GM again.
Posted on 2008-02-25 at 08:25:56.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Back an' forth
“Mister?” The young boy asks suddenly, “Where did you get the antique?” He asks pointing at the pistol on Wyatt’s hip. “That’s an Independence’s Officer Pistol isn’t it?”
Wyatt glanced down at the boy with an unchanging expression. “Smart kid,” was all he said before turning his attention to the apparently mollified teacher.
“Billy!” the School Marm declares, “Now, you mind your manners. No man likes to have his equipment pointed at!” She laughs throatily.
She turns and puts down her chalk and addresses the class, “I have to talk to these gentlemen, so that will be all for today. Off now to do your chores and mind your parents.”
The children leave, grudgingly.
“Well, pleased to met you all.” Brigit says as way of a greeting, “Since you came to see me, this must be about the …containers.” She smiles prettily, “You all thrown me for a bit of a loop now as I was expecting someone else and sooner than this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to see you and to get the containers, but I plum almost had given up hope. I mean, Wolf, if you knew they were coming, why didn’t you say anything?”
Wyatt glanced at the newest member of his crew and then shifted his hat so that it rode the crown of his head a little closer. “Ma’am, Wolf didn’t have a clew we was comin’ until just recent. I’m sure he’d have let you know had he the opportunity. Now, not to be sounding rude, but we’ve just traveled through a bit of the Black that wasn’t so lonely, if’n you get my drift, and it ain’t likely that our little ruse is gonna stick too much longer ‘fore that other firefly sets dock. I can only imagine what sort of trouble that’ll present me an’ mine, so if you don’t mind I’d like to get paid and git out.”
“Ah, well you’ll have to let me head up to the bank and I’ll arrange a bank transfer. I had the money a week ago, but I didn’t want to be sitting on it here, what with how things are around here. Why don’t you all head back to your ship, wait for bailey and his men to unload to containers, and I’ll make the arrangements.” She smiles all sweet and pretty.
“Sounds right pleasant,” Wyatt tipped his hat once more before turning and leading his crew out of the schoolhouse and back to Rocinante.
Posted on 2008-02-24 at 00:57:02.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Marching order
Marching Order:
Sergeant Lee
Private Pearson
Lt. Kernan
Chief Blake
Corporal Joannsen
Staff Sgt. Kane
Posted on 2008-02-24 at 00:50:27.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Onward, but not all the way. Pit stop anyone?
As Kane gathered the troops up, sending Lee to retrieve the rest of the team, he receives the report from Corporal Joannsen concerning the two soldiers. He gives her a nod and then approaches the doorway.
“Lee, you’re on point. Pearson, will follow,” Monty would usually wait for Kane to set up the marching order, but since finding the two troopers, he was in a hurry to complete their mission and make it out alive. “I’ll be right after you with the Chief. Corporal Joannsen and Kane will bring up the rear. Move out!”
The order of the day was to investigate each room they passed, leaving nothing unknown in their wake. Of course, this meant passing the communications center, and Monty fully intended to find out what condition the equipment was in. A quick pass down the bloody hall and he was already determining a plan of entry, but first, they’d have to secure the restrooms and showers. That part should be simple.
Reaching the main hall, and making sure that it was empty, Monty directed Lee down the corridor between the restrooms and the communications center (#14 and #4), giving the signal to keep eyes and ears open. Lee and Pearson would check the intersecting hall while the rest of the team set up post at the doors. Once they verified it was clear (OOC: assuming we do) Kernan speaks softly into the radio.
“Pearson, cover that hall. Lee, sweep the restroom.” (OOC: I believe that makes YeOlde happy.) While the small sergeant went about his duty (no pun intended), Kernan offers support from the doorway, carbine ready, staring down the red dot. (OOC: Again, assuming an All Clear).
With Lee back in the hall, and the restroom door closed securely behind them, Lt. Kernan gave new orders.
“Kane, you and Joannsen take the communication center through the door across from the foyer. Lee, you and Pearson are going in here. Blake, you cover the foyer: Kane and Joannsen’s six, while I cover this angle. Move out, and be careful.”
The objective is obviously to establish ownership of the communications center. Kernan knows one thing for sure and that’s that communications went down for some reason. Be it the blue field, some yeti tearing the place apart, or some freak robot cannabilising the comm. station for parts, he wasn’t ruling anything out, and the main lab would have to wait until they secured this room. Approaching the lab doors, Kernan readied his M6A1 carbine.
Posted on 2008-02-24 at 00:49:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Got it...
I finally posted...Sorry again for the delays.
Posted on 2008-02-23 at 19:54:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: The long awaited encounter between Kel and Talon
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 0910 hours
Kelsey’s face darkened as Talon leapt to his feet, the felanoid’s deep growl barely contained. “Captain! Romulans about this ship? Is this necessary? I though Federation engineers had been working with cloaking devises for years.”
“You will pull yourself together Lt. Talon,” Gavison growled back. Then, leaning forward, he addressed the room on a whole. “They will be on board only so long as we need them to install the cloaking device—the Federation doesn’t have any working devices at the moment, and the Romulans were kind enough to provide a pair.”
“I do not trust them." Talon continued. "I will demand they only have the number of personnel they need to install the device. I will personally attend to the security details, and I will blast the first one that even ‘hints’ at stepping out of line.”
“Fine,” Kel snarled. “But make sure they’ve installed the damn device first.”
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Quarters – 0945 hours
Captain Gavison had returned to his thrashed quarters after the meeting with his command staff in order to set another meeting up, this one on DS9. He was bent to retrieve a picture of Sheri from the shattered remains of the frame it had been in when the door swished open on security protocol. Kelsey spun about, the phaser he always wore at his side being leveled at the intruder before he’d even come to rest with his back against the couch.
“A KZINTI!...The Cerberus has a Kzinti onboard! I would sooner have an entire ship of Romulands than a Kzinti onboard!” The felanoid wasn’t finished, but Kel was. As Talon stalked about spouting off something in his native tongue that Kel only half registered through the universal translator, the captain stood and stepped right in front of the towering officer, blocking his path.
There was a trilling sound as the phaser power cell was set to maximum just before Kel placed the weapon underneath Talon’s chin. Peering at his officer with narrowed eyes, the captain spoke through a clenched jaw.
“I don’t care if you and that other cat tear each other’s throats out once the mission is over, Lieutenant. Never really cared all that much for him when we served together on the Discovery, but if you take away my chances to spill Dominion blood by acting out your rage, I’ll vaporize your furry head.
“Contain it, Talon. Hell, feed it and use it when we encounter the Jem’Hadar! I don’t care! But you will perform your duties whether he’s on the other ship, or on mine—You’ll perform your duties if he’s using your damn leg as a scratching post! Do I make myself clear?”
(OOC: allowing a response.)
Kelsey lowered the weapon. He wouldn’t have used this approach on Fletcher, Jones, Hamilton, or any of his other officers, but he knew the Lyran well enough to know what worked best to corral the creature’s emotions, and a quick show of force, a quick display of who was still in charge, well, that was necessary. Besides, Captain Gavison was already on edge, as he always was just before the clandestine meetings he arranged periodically…meetings that had often resulted in the edge he needed when facing his enemies; when enacting his vengeance.
Posted on 2008-02-23 at 19:51:26.
Edited on 2008-02-23 at 19:52:31 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: No problem
See emailed response.
Posted on 2008-02-22 at 02:08:49.
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