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Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Heads up...

Cor is waiting to move on. Just letting you all know.

Posted on 2006-10-05 at 19:28:28.

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

Naw, Char's just drunk... he's seeing multiple tattoos.

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 22:24:49.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Rolling.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:22am

The wind picked up as Spiff finished speaking to his hombres. Roller was obviously not happy with the arrangement, jerking his head up in defiance of the directives. His had fell to the weapon tucked in his low waistline, but he didn’t draw it. Croaker was already walking back towards the van, but Peacekeeper and Preacher remained. That hothead could very well get himself shot dead if he wasn’t careful. There was no denying that though he’d called them smalltimers, the people packing heat alongside Peacekeeper were definitely more capable of boring holes in your head with a .44 API round than the slag Spiff’d brought along for the ride.

“Parte posteriora abajo, amigo. Conseguí éste, y usted sabe que él pagará.” Coyote growled followed immediately by a sniff. Though the ganger wasn’t looking at his partner, he was obviously speaking to him.

“Sí, él pagará, pero solamente si él no es muerto,” Roller replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Él no morirá. Miraré sobre él como él es bebé de mi entrada. Él volverá en una salud mejor que él a la izquierda.” The two Mexicans laughed and Roller gave Spiff a quick nod.

“All right, gato,” he said. “Coyote’s got yer back. I’ll wait fer ya on the dark side. I’m out.” Sniffing again, Roller backed up three paces, flashed his gang’s symbol over his chest, then ducked into the cab. “We’re out!” he declared loud enough for those still waiting in the rain to here. The cabbie was only too happy to oblige which meant that Spiff would have to settle the debt of the fare with Roller when he paid him. Here’s for hoping the ganger didn’t decide to go clubbing on his dime…

“Well, amigo,” Coyote flung a hand after the retreating forms of Peacekeeper and Preacher as they made their way to the van and the fixer began to follow. “I gotta tell ya, I don’t like this. Jus’ so’as ya know.”

Within seconds the two were out of the rain in the dark pitch of the cargo area with the rest of the group.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:23am

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 22:21:49.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I apologize for the language.

Char just flows, ya know? I can't help it.

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:43:06.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Hey! Who invited them!

Relaxed in the comforts of the easy chair as he was, Char made no move to rise when Dwan and his assistant entered the room. He’d been calmly, and contentedly, reclining in silence while they’d awaited their host. His piercing blue eyes had wandered about the room registering artifacts of interest, taking in the people that shared the chamber with him, while darting away with an almost mischievous alacrity should they catch him looking their way. Arien, Dapple, and Kilgrim he knew, but these other two were fresh faces. He wondered for a moment how Arien would deal with his sister’s absence—they’d not spoken of her decision to leave since the event, but the ranger was willing to wager the knight wore that loss like a heavy cloak. He hadn’t had the luxury of family, but he’d certainly experienced the heartache of loss; though his had been much more profound, he could empathize with what the smiling warrior was possibly experiencing. Did this mean he’d be all cuddles and a shoulder to cry on? Char nearly laughed at the image that produced for him and shook his head, tossing about the curly strands of muddy brown hair that framed his face with the quick jerks of his head.

Dapple was another story altogether, locked away in her world of denial and shadow. During their last mission Char had discovered her little secret and despite some ribbing, pestering, and generally free-spirited behavior he’d eventually come to respect her decision to withhold that information from others. On more than one occasion since they’d been back, he’d shared in the effort to keep her secret, but it seemed to him that she still withdrew, still withheld herself from accepting that she might have found companions she could trust. Sure, they’d been through a lot in a relatively short amount of time, but Char felt that it was enough to show the mettle of those around him he’d spent that time with. He had even grown to trust Da’ Moon some.

Shifting his gaze to Kilgrim, the ranger offered a cocky smile while he scratched at his scruffy chin. The dwarf was a reliable sort who had saved their skin more than once with his piety. Since returning to the city, he’d been as eager as Char to break free of the walls and roam.

It was strange, perhaps, how much Char felt he reflected certain aspects of each of these individuals. Arien and he shared a sense of honor and a fierce rush in the face of battle. He and Dapple enjoyed the craft of stealth, though his was for the hunt and he was as yet unsure of what really motivated her. Kilgrim’s love of the Earth and his candid nature were very suited to his relationship with Char. All in all, the four had found a synergy that though it might be broken up by the occasional argument, ribbings taken too far, or differences in basic philosophy, they worked well together. Each had a place, and each filled the role admirably in Char’s opinion. Now, there was these two and the ranger was sure they hadn’t been invited to dine with Dwan for the sheer joy of it.

At the table Dwan made his short introduction and request which Arien was only too eager to respond to. Leaning back in his chair with his left arm draped across the table and his legs kicked out underneath it, Char smiled his lopsided grin at the enthusiasm his friend delivered his introduction with. Then, he cocked his eyebrow as the tattooed fellow spoke up—he’d been sure Kilgrim would’ve been the next to take the lead.

“I am Adrian Valentine, formerly of the red corps…”

Char’s heart raced for a moment and his eyes narrowed a bit, though the smile remained. He’d thought he’d recognized the tattoos on the man’s arms. Ach! Should’a known, Char-lad. Wha’s Dwan up t’ groupin’ us wit’ da likes o’ dat?

“…Fighter, merc, ex gladiator…” By th’ lock’ o’ m’ sweet mothuh’s ‘air! A bloody red corps an’ a bloody arena cat! Wha’ in da bloody nine ‘ells is Dwan sendin’ us int’?

Char suddenly realized that the others had finished their introductions and he, unknowingly, had made a sort of coughing noise in the back of his throat that had prematurely drawn attention to him. With an apologetic smirk he tapped his fingers on the tabletop for emphasis.

“Name’d be Char an’ thar ain’t much t’ know ‘ceptin’ I be from da Wilds, an’ such. Guess I’ll be da bloke tha’ takes ya ‘cross da mount’ns, meadows, an’ streams t’ wha’e’er place Lord Dwan ‘ere ‘as in mind.” With his grin turning merciless the ranger chuckles. “Da Wilds be a large place, see? An’ Imperials git all missin’ in such as dat real easy-like should day no’ be careful ‘roun’ me.”

He continued to tap the table for a second before shifting a bit uncomfortably and adding, “Dat be all now… someone else’s turn.”

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:40:43.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I apologize for the delay...

I've posted and apologize for the delay... been really busy at work and that's just drained me.

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:01:34.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Huh? What?

Stadate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2055

Kelsey entered Ten Forward with the air of a man refreshed and ready to face another shift. His uniform was clean and pressed, his commbadge and pips polished to a near ridiculous sheen, his hair combed and his mustaches and goatee trimmed. All of this was a far cry from the disarray churning within.

At the end of his shift, Kel had immediately returned to his quarters. It had become a habit of his after Kaila was born to rush straight home, as it were, almost frantic inside as though something could have happened to her in the time he was on shift and he not be informed. Inevitably, the little infant was sound asleep and he’d resist the urge to pick her up and cradle her within his arms. In fact, he had hardly held her since her birth, and though he recognized it he hadn’t rectified it. This particular night he’d come in to find Sherry sitting at a table set with fine glassware and lit by candles. Having been trained for anything space might have to offer, Commander Gavison had been completely off guard. He’d paused in the doorway and stared at his lovely wife with his eyebrows raised—not his typical ‘one-eyebrow quirk’, but a full on, “Uh… huh?” Sherry hadn’t been too receptive, he’d had a hard time recovering, she’d become frustrated with him, he’d become frustrated with her being frustrated with him, and dinner was spoiled. How could he not have told her he was going to have to dine with the senior staff? Kelsey had, of course, been completely apologetic and then the bomb was dropped: Sherry asked if he’d seen her yet. ‘Her who?’ he’d responded innocently enough. ‘Her the new chief engineer, that’s who!’ This tipped the XO off that she’d known all along they’d be picking up new personnel and senior officers at that; which, of course, meant that extended duties would be required of him! Well, that was certainly a mistake to point out… It didn’t help when he’d said that he had and why the devil did she care anyway? Needless to say, he had a long time before the dinner to get ready as Sherry wound up not talking to him and he wound up in a confused silence.

Now, arriving at the table, Commander Gavison silently filed the episode away and seated himself to Blair’s right, leaning back comfortably in his chair and resting one arm on the table’s surface. He gave a smile and a nod to each individual by way of greeting, but otherwise waited for the evening to progress in its customary fashion. He smiled at each of the new officers and joined in the toast with all of the respect appropriate his station. The information Noah delivered concerning their mission seemed extraordinarily mundane, but not unworthy of the Discovery’s attention and since the official briefing had yet to be held, Kelsey filed that information away as well. He listened in part to the conversations going on about him, but was mostly self-involved, reliving the evening’s events and trying to figure out what had set Sherry to acting so strangely. He wasn’t completely stand-offish, responding to conversation as required and even elaborating on a bit of word play as appropriate, but otherwise he dined on the meal Raines had arranged (have to commend him on the details later) and nursed his wounds with the brandy he’d received from Noah’s niece… how did she know what’d hit the spot every time?

USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2113

We haven’t had a candlelit dinner in ages… why the devil would she whip one up tonight of all nights? Kel pushed a Cardasian rolled something-or-other in plum sauce to the side of his plate as he considered the possible implications, oblivious to the change in venue for MacTavish until the man was looming over him.

“Beg yer pardon, Command… er.. Kel,” the Scotsman stuttered. Gavison blinked, momentarily off guard--Happening a lot tonight, Kel! Wake up! He opened his mouth a little, but found himself (in his momentary confusion) just tilting his head slightly to the side and giving the TAC officer a bit of a strange look.

“I realize tha’ there be a… a difference in our ways o’ doin’ things, sair, but all tha’ aside, I dinnae wan’ ye ta think ol’ Jack’s a complete bastard, aye?” MacTavish slipped a box from beneath his arm and held it out like a prize at a carnival, nearly in Gavison’s face. Having regained much of his composure Kel allowed the blank look to be replaced by a smile as he accepted the gift. “So, I jus’ wan’ed ta extend me congratulations to ye and yer missus onna new addition ta th’ family.”

Kelsey chuckled as he looked down at the box and registered that they were cigars. “Thank you, Jack,” he said, standing so that he wasn’t craning his neck to look up at the man. “Your congratulations are much appreciated, and twice returned on your promotion. Captain Blair sure knows how to pick them. I’m pleased as to how things are turning out.”

“Aye, yer proud an’ wi’ good reason, I’m sure. Extend me congratulations ta the missus, aye?”

“I will,” Kelsey responded while giving the Scotsman a friendly pat on the shoulder. When the man walked away, Kel slowly returned to his seat, placing the cigars next to the plate and glancing at Noah with his signature, one eyebrow cocked and an expression that read: Whooda thunked it? He’d never tell Jack that he didn’t smoke. The man had obviously made a huge effort.

USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2243

“…Napoleon’s downfall,” Kelsey chuckled as he ended the explanation, as he saw it, for the historical figure’s demise accompanied by the slight shake of his head. He’d finally been able to release himself from the shackles of confusion shortly after MacTavish’s presentation of the cigars and had quickly found himself engaged in philosophical discussion with Noah and Lt. Arevaci that had lasted well into the evening. Most of the conversation was fairly light-hearted and filled with speculation; some of that at the humorous expense of various notable figures in human military history. The XO kept his brandy full, but didn’t indulge enough to lose his edge, and always made room in the conversation for others to join, interrupt, or inject commentary should the need arise. Now, however, he was feeling a bit worn and as the conversation was dying he could likely find a way to politely excuse himself from the table.

Commander Waldgrave is definitely an attractive woman… Mother of Pearl! That’s why Sher was so worked up! Kelsey nearly smacked his forehead as the realization struck him. He also very nearly broke into laughter at the absurdity behind the incident. The whole candlelit dinner episode had been about the insecurity of a woman who’d just given birth and had yet to regain her figure. With a slight shake of his head, Kel gave the edge of the table a slight tap and said, “It has truly been a pleasure, and I am very pleased to have you aboard,” he made it so the statement addressed both of their new officers. “But, I am getting precious little enough sleep as it is with my daughter’s feeding schedule so I have to beg your indulgence as I retire from the festivities.

“Captain,” he stood and gave those who still remained a smile as he slipped away. Tomorrow was likely to be filled with intelligence briefings, preparations, and a whole lot of reading, not to mention reparations for his ill-prepared response to his wife’s cry for affection. Kel had to be well-rested and attentive. Slipping up as bad as he’d done all evening, and being befuddled like he’d been all day, was unacceptable.

OOC: Assuming no one stops his exit…

The room was dark, the soft glow of the overhead rail lights was barely perceptible after walking the brightly lit halls of the Discovery.

“Sher?” There was no response. Kelsey moved through the room to the baby’s room and found it empty as well. Momentary panic set in before he realized that Sherry wouldn’t really have anywhere to go should she had felt slighted enough to want to walk out on him--ridiculous as that idea is he thought as he turned towards the bedroom. There he found Sherry asleep with little Kaila snuggled against her chest. Leaning against the doorframe, Kel paused for a moment to look upon them and a soft smile played across his lips. There wasn’t anything anyone could say to change his mind; Sherry Gavison was the most beautiful woman alive, and little Kaila was the epitome of the word, “angel.” Releasing a satisfied sigh, Kelsey prepared himself for bed, slipped into the light covers next to his wife, and gently kissed her neck before lying back and closing his eyes—which popped back open almost immediately.

Sitting up in bed, he stared at the arrangement of flowers on the table in the corner for a moment before rising and padding over to them. There, on the table at their base, was a note that read:

Congratulations on your new arrival. Best wishes, Jack MacTavish

“I’ll be damned,” Kel muttered, shaking his head once more before setting the card down and returning to bed.

Posted on 2006-10-04 at 20:52:36.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 20:57:20 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LMAO @ Character Descriptions...

Ok, then. I'll be a good lad an' hide it.

Posted on 2006-10-02 at 18:49:49.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Newbies! Dinner is on!

Stadate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Captain’s Ready Room – 1145

=/= “Blair to Gavison.” =/=

Kelsey snapped out of his reverie at sound of his captain’s voice. Old memories of Academy training infiltrated the subconscious recesses of his mind, frightening away the strange emotions that flurried about the imagery of his wife and daughter to replace them with a nearly overwhelming urge to stand at attention before the instructor.

“Gavison here.” God, Kel! How long have you been out of the Academy now? Instructor…

=/= “Commander, if you could spare a few moments, step into my ready room, please.” =/=

“I’ll be right there, sir.” Kelsey rose from the seat and glanced about the room. It wasn’t really necessary for him to place someone in charge while he was in the next room, but Gavison hated to leave things open-ended, even for a moment. “Chief,” he said to Tuvar as he passed. “You have the chair.”

Stepping through the door, Kelsey followed Noah’s instructions and took the offered seat. He sat straight-backed, doing his best to remain the epitome of ceremonial. When Blair smiled, Kelsey returned the affectation and allowed himself the slightest degree of relief from his soldiering.

“Thanks for dropping in, Commander. How is that baby girl? I apologize for not having seen her in person yet, but I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Thank you, Captain. Dr. White tells me that Kaila is doing well. Far be it for me to argue. To be frank, right now I couldn’t tell you anything more than she’s breathing, pink, and the apple of her mother’s eye. Oh, and you are more than welcome to drop by at any time. Dr. White has cleared her to return to our quarters, so social visits are ok… I think—I’ll have to check with him, but I believe it is all right to visit without sterilization.” Kel’s bumbling fell off when he realized, rather red-faced, that he was going on and on.

“I envy you, Kel.” Blair seemed to not have noticed, or at least he was a good enough friend not to call attention to Kelsey’s nervousness. “Christine and I never had kids… not that it looks like that was such a bad decision, considering how it all worked out. Still,” Noah shook his head. “You have something that I probably never will.”

Kelsey was about to offer up a hearty encouragement about the captain’s future when Noah’s demeanor suddenly took a turn towards the more serious. With a nod, Commander Gavison pressed his lips tightly together and awaited the captain’s real reason for the meeting. With the morning’s affair he wasn’t so sure he could read Blair like he had originally thought he could.

“Commander, I know that you have elected to continue your duties, but if you need some time off, or a reduced workload for the next few weeks, say the word. Do not neglect your family for this ship – we are all on the same sire.”

“Thank you, Captain, for the consideration, but I have a feeling that if I were hovering around the quarters Sherry would end up skinning me alive. I think it best for her sanity that I remain at active status.”

“Kel, I’m sure that you know I had another reason for asking you here.” Gavison gave a nod when Noah accepted his reasoning and continued on even though he hadn’t a clue why Blair had asked him in. They’d concluded the business that morning and unless there was something specific about this evening’s encounter with the Valmont the XO hadn’t the foggiest, so he just gave the nod and waited for the captain to continue.

“You don’t particularly care for Lieutenant MacTavish, and he feels much the same way about you. I know that, the both of you know that, most of the crew probably knows that, as well.” Blair gave up a small, wry smile. “Jack MacTavish is obnoxious, overbearing, and quite often an insufferable ass. He also happens to run possibly the most efficient department I have seen in my entire Starfleet career.” Noah gave a shake of his head. “I am no military man, and MacTavish complements my weaknesses very effectively. He is an able commander, level-headed and quick to act when need be, and seldom makes a bad decision. If you can name me one soul on this ship more qualified to the two-oh post, I will listen… but you and I both know that you won’t come up with that name.”

Kelsey took a deep breath at the pause and gave a brief nod, a small frown on his face as he considered what the captain said. Finally, he just allowed for Blair to continue having nothing constructive to add.

“I won’t ask you to be professional about your disagreement—you are too good of an officer to do otherwise. I do respect your opinion, Commander, but in light of the facts, I don’t see how I could come to another conclusion. I did want to sit down with you and share my reasoning, however—I value your input.”

“Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your candor and your trust. I can assure you that the differences I have with Commander MacTavish are more than manageable—“ Harder now that Avanti won’t be the buffer between us, but manageable none-the-less. “—and I can guarantee you, sir; I will let you know when I disagree with one of your decisions.”

“Very well. Thank you for coming, Kel. And please do give your wife my regards.”

“My pleasure, Noah. We’ll have you over for dinner soon. I’m sure Sherry will be more than happy for the company.”

USS Discovery, Bridge – 1315

Kelsey looked up from the latest telemetry reports concerning their course and a small meteor (already catalogued with Starfleet) to the smiling face of Lt. Raines.

“Here you go, Commander. It took me a while to get it, but her is everything you’d want to know about Lt. Cmdr. Hardgrave,” Raines said as he handed Kelsey the PADD. Commander Gavison accepted the slim device and briefly glanced at the display, confirming the name at the top. “Also, I had Mr. Ames arrange for a formal dinner in the officer’s mess for sometime this evening, but I haven’t heard anything from the captain about a time yet. Quarters have been arranged for Lt. Cmdr. Hardgrave and the others that will be transferring aboard. I made certain to include fresh flower arrangements from the nursery as well as baskets of freshly replicated fruit. I think they’ll feel right at home, sir.”

Kel looked up at Ben from beneath a cocked eyebrow, a smile creeping up on his bearded face. “What? No chocolate on the pillow?” He chuckled and gave a nod of approval. “Well done, and thank you Mr. Raines. I’ll follow up with the captain concerning the time of the dinner and let you know.”

“Thank you, sir. If you’ll excuse me, I need to see Mr. MacTavish and Dr. White.”

Kelsey gave another brief nod and returned his attention to the information he’d just been delivered.

USS Discovery, Bridge – 1650

End of shift was approaching quick. Well, at least what would normally be considered end of shift. Tonight they rendezvoused with the Valmont and that meant that Kelsey would be pulling a late shift. On top of that, the captain had responded to his message about scheduling the dinner with a late dinner time of 2100 hours so he’d have a little break to be with the family before having to mix and mingle with the new officers. Some alien races felt it rushed to require new arrivals a dinner appointment the day they arrived aboard a new assignment, but it had been naval custom for centuries and dinner with the captain was an honor rarely passed up on.

The doors to the lift flitted open revealing the Domtarian in an unusual color. The look on the large alien’s ridged face caused Kelsey to smile.

“Computer,” Kelsey rose from the captain’s seat. “Commander Kelsey Gavison relinquishing command of the Discovery to Commander Ly Avanti.” It was an honor that Blair had suggested they allow Avanti: one last chance to command the bridge of the Discovery before departing. Kel was only too happy to oblige.

“No sign of the Valmont yet, Commander.” Kelsey stepped to his usual seat and grinned at his friend as he settled in. “Though I’d imagine we’ll be picking them up in no time.”

OOC: Respond as you see fit.

They knew that there’d be a few minutes before the other Federation ship arrived and in reality there was very little preparation work to do in order to prepare for the meeting, so Kel passed the time by holding conversation with the large Domtarian. It was a time of soft mirth, sharing memories that had been built over the past eight months of working closely together. Life aboard a starship—even one as big as the Discovery—tended to bring those who worked it closer together than a station posting. The interaction was the catalyst for many strong relationships.

“Commander,” Lt. Zara called back over her shoulder.

“Yes,” Avanti responded while Kel sat quietly with a smile on his face.

“We’ve just picked up the Valmont on long-range scanners.”

OOC: taking some liberties – correct me if I’m wrong in the way he’d respond, Al.

“Reduce speed to maximum impulse.”

“Yes, sir,” was the reply.

Kelsey settled back in his seat as Avanti relayed the information to Blair. Within a few minutes Noah Blair arrived on deck.

“Captain on the Bridge,” Avanti declared as was his right. All present (except for those at Helm and Nav) stood in respect resulting in Noah giving a nod of recognition before moving towards the command center. When Avanti moved to allow Blair his seat and Noah waved him off, Kelsey felt a wave of sadness wash over him. It was truly going to be the last evening they spent with Avanti… at least for a while.

“Carry on, Commander,” Noah intoned as he seated himself in the second officer’s usual perch. “The CONN is yours until time for you to leave.”

Avanti gave a nod and resumed his seat. “Helm, how long until we rendezvous?”

“E.T.A. is fifty-two minutes, sir.”

“Maintain course and speed, lieutenant.”

USS Discovery, Bridge – 1813

“Commander,” MacTavish calmly stated. “They be hailin’ us.”

“Put them onscreen, please.” Avanti replied.

“Aye, sair.”

Kelsey leaned forward slightly but remained quiet as the screen shown another captain in his late forties. At the sight of the Domtarian, Captain Horatio’s face lit up and Commander Gavison could only smile in response at the warm welcome his friend was receiving.

“Commander Avanti! Good to see you again!

“Noah Blair,” Horatio’s brown furrowed. “I thought that we agreed I would be the one to promote him!”

“We did no such thing, Caine Horatio. You tried to play the seniority card on me, but as Avanti’s current commanding officer, I trumped you by means of proximity.”

“Very well, but don’t think I will forget this, Blair!”

“Indeed, captain—I will sleep with one eye open.”

“All right, then. Your officers are ready to come aboard as soon as you give the green light. Also, Doctor Milkens and his vaccine materials will be ready momentarily. Oh, and Noah?”



Kelsey glanced at the captain for a moment considering the news of the vaccine. It had something to do with their upcoming mission, of that he was certain, but seeing how Blair had yet to confide in him all he could do was speculate so he remained quiet.

“Commander Gavison and I will see you off, if you please.” Noah said to Avanti as they all rose from their seats.

“Thank you, sir. Lieutenant MacTavish, you have the bridge.”

USS Discovery, Transporter Room One – 1820

“Well,” Kelsey said with a huge grin as he stood nearly toe to toe with the large alien, arms clasped in a friendly warrior’s grip. “It has certainly been an honor, my friend. I’m just glad you were here long enough to see my daughter—even if it was through a protective glass pane.”

OOC: Response as necessary.

“The Valmont is getting one helluvah trade. Two officers and a doctor for one you. If I were Noah, I’d have asked for at least double that.” Kelsey laughed and reached up to pat his friend on the shoulder. “I’d better not keep you. The Future awaits. Good luck, Ly Avanti.”

Kelsey stepped back as Noah took his place, clasping the Domtarian’s forearm. “I am proud to have served with you. Godspeed, Avanti.”

Kelsey shared a sad, but somehow happy, look with Noah as Avanti took his place on the transporter pad just before the engineer gave the order to energize. A short time later the tech addressed Captain Blair, “Captain, I have a request from the Valmont- three to beam over.”

“That will be fine.”

Gavison glanced at Blair again briefly as the pad energized, three white centers of light appearing and expanding until people were transitioning into view, their molecules repositioning to bring them back from limbo. As the energy faded Captain Blair greeted them. “Commander Waldgrave, Lieutenant Arevaci, Doctor Milkens. I am Captain Blair, this is my executive officer, Commander Gavison. Welcome aboard the USS Discovery

“Please show the doctor to his quarters.” Blair ordered the petty officer following it up with a gesture. “Doctor, we will be underway presently. My science staff will see to it that your materials are properly taken care of. We should reach our destination in four days’ time.”

Gavison gave the old man an encouraging nod, but remained at Blair’s side with his hands held behind his back.

“Mister Arevaci, please check in with Doctor White, our chief medical officer. When your schedule permits, drop by my ready room.

“Commander Waldgrave, I’m sure that you will wish to acquaint yourself with your new department, so I will stay out of your way for now. Likewise, however, I would appreciate a moment of face time when you get the chance.”

Commander Gavison cleared his throat, “And you are both required to dine with the senior staff at twenty-one hundred hours in the officer’s mess. Welcome aboard.”

OOC: anything else added?

“Very well,” Noah concluded. “Carry on, then.”

As the others made their way out of the transporter room, Kelsey considered asking the captain about the vaccine and their mission. It was the briefest moment of weakness for him followed immediately by a silent chastisement: If he wanted you to have the leg up, he’d have offered you a step-stool.

Posted on 2006-09-28 at 23:32:37.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Decision Made.

Now we're just waiting on DarkAutumn's post to move things forward.

Welcome to Hell... er, I mean Cyberpunk!

Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:48:34.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: MIssion?

Who needs a mission when we can read DAYS OF OUR DISCOVERY!

*Gavison meekly raises his hand*

Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:33:53.

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

I tried holding my breath, but after the third blackout my wife made me move away from the computer.

Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:31:44.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: And on rare occasions...

If Gavison has drank enough port he might be found underneath the captain's chair singing softly to himself.

Posted on 2006-09-27 at 18:03:59.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: LOL

I love Cyberpunk!

Ok, so the hang up revolves around Peacekeeper running the meeting from the group's side of things and I am currently allowing DarkAutumn to review the character so she can pick it up. I didn't want to get too much further if she was going to take over the role, but she had some difficulty viewing the sheet so I had to resend. Hopefully this will be resolved soon. I liked the previous momentum.

Posted on 2006-09-27 at 18:01:45.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: A WHAT?!

Stadate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Gavison Quarters – 0700

“Shouldn’t you be about your duties, Commander?” Sherry’s hands slipped around Kelsey’s chest like smooth silk. He felt her head press into the small of his back and the warmth of her body slowly meld with his as she delivered the hug. Placing his left hand over her hands the big man made a soft ‘hmmm’ sound, but remained otherwise quiet. The object of his attention lay before him in a sleek, safe sleeping container. The soft pink of her skin, the rustic wisps of red hair that seemed to fly from her tiny head, the delicate curve of her tiny mouth as it went through the motions of suckling even though there was nothing to suckle, the tiny hands gripped into little fists—this was Kaila… Commander Kelsey Gavison’s daughter of three days.

“You’ll be late for bridge duty,” Sherry observed, still pressed up against his back, unwilling to let him go despite her words.

“I’m going to get us transferred,” Kel whispered, prying himself from his wife’s grip and turning to look her in the eye, his craggy face a mask of seriousness. He’d been swept away by the sudden rush of emotion at the thought of putting his little family in danger, and despite the Federation’s best attempt being aboard a starship wasn’t the safest place. “Someplace quiet back on Earth. Hawaii, or Scotland. You can continue your research and I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” Sherry sighed and smiled up at him. They’d had this conversation at least six times since Dr. White had delivered the baby. “Sit on the porch and command seagulls?”

“I don’t need to command—“

“You don’t fool me, Kel. If you weren’t in charge of something you’d be the biggest pain in the ass for your fretfulness. I’d never be able to live with you and I cringe to think of the neurosis poor Kaila would grow up with.”

Kelsey’s brow furrowed. Despite the fact that he knew Sherry was joking with him, the comment hurt. It was a double stroke to boot, for Sherry was cutting at his long-time desire to be the best officer Star Fleet had ever known and his fear that he’d be a terrible father.

“Look,” Lt. Gavison gave her commander husband a pat on the chest before straightening his comm. badge. “Plenty of people maintain families aboard starships, and we’re on one of the best. Go play Star Fleet Command with your friends and stop worrying. We’ll be fine.”

Kelsey mulled over the best response, what with his feelings stirred already it was difficult to find the right thing to say anymore, and he was more than self-conscious about it. Finally, he settled for a nod and with a tug at the bottom of his uniform shirt, the XO of the Discovery made his way from their personal quarters.

Sherry watched him leave with a kind look on her pretty face. She knew he was a wreck, but didn’t know how to help him. He’d always been the strong one, the stoic warrior in the face of danger, the wall against the crashing seas; now he was scrambled, constantly worried, and somewhat detached. Kaila coughed a little, drawing Sherry’s attention back to the crib where the baby opened and closed her delicate little fingers for a moment before falling back into a deep sleep. With a smile on her face, the new mother brushed a bit of that unruly hair from the little girl’s forehead and turned to be about her morning exercises. She was currently on maternity leave and had another three weeks before she was expected back on the active duty roster, but she kept herself busy with formula and readings transferred to a PADD Kelsey had procured for her, cleaning (uneccessarily for the most part) and following the exercise regime Dr. White had laid out for her. She was determined to lose her baby fat… bent and determined.

USS Discovery, Bridge – 0712

“Officer on deck!”

Gavison acknowledged the recognition of his position with the smallest nod as he made his way down the familiar gangway to the three seats that fanned the command consoles. It was his shift so he ignored his usual seat at the captain’s chair right and sat directly in the captain’s chair. The XO half-heartedly accepted a PADD with the previous shift’s report and the prelimenaries for the new shift from a blur of movement next to him, holding the already forgotten device in his left hand while he stared out at the drift of stars flowing past them on the viewscreen. Where he should have been considering the condition of things, the commander was, instead, remembering the time Sherry had told him about their upcoming life change. It was shortly after Gavin III and it’d been a shock to his system that he’ll not soon forget. As a matter-of-fact, it hadn’t gone too well:

”Kel,” Sherry had said one evening while he read a Narrative and Lyric Poems From the Masters on the PADD. “I—I have something to tell you.”

Kelsey set the PADD on his lap and looked calmly at his wife. He’d known her for years, though most of it had been spent on different ships he could still tell when something was really eating at her.

“Kel,” she took a deep breathe and then released it. “I’m pregnant Kel. We’re going to have a baby.”

He’d stared at her, his expression unchanging for a long moment. Then, “How?”

It’d gone downhill from there.

“Commander Gavison?”

Kelsey blinked and shifted uncomfortably at having been caught in reverie. Shifting his gaze to a young Yeoman he gave a nod.

“Captain Blair has asked for you to join him in the Observation Lounge at 1100 hours, sir.”

“Thank you, Yeoman,” Kel gave her a nod and then took in a deep breath. Pull it together Kel. You’re XO of one of the most amazing starships every created by Man and you’re rattled by a six pound, three ounce girl that can’t even recognize you yet!

Lifting the PADD, Commander Gavison began a half-hearted review of the reports.

USS Discovery, observation lounge – 1055

Just outside the Observation Lounge, Kel encountered Lieutenant MacTavish and Doctor White. With a nod, he led the two men into the room and took his customary seat to the right of Captain Blair while the other men sat in their usual places without putting too much space between them and the captain. The seat to Blair’s left was ominously empty.

“Thank you all for coming,” Blair began. “There;s no real need for me to beat around the bush here, so let’s get started.” Gavison met the man’s gaze. Over the past few months their relationship had relaxed a little as they’d gotten to know each other, but when it was business, Kelsey was all business.

“We are scheduled to rendezvous with the USS Valmont this evening at approximately 1800 hours. As of that time, Commander Avanti will be transferring off of the Discovery in order to assume executive officer duties aboard the Valmont. It is my understanding that we will be receiving a replacement chief engineer at that time.”

Gavison remained quiet, digesting the news and feeling a little surprised he hadn’t been informed of this prior to this meeting. It wasn’t required of the captain, but with the way things had been developing, Kel would have expected it. During the past eight months he’d grown accustom to having the large alien around. He’d enjoyed their sparring, their banter, and their quiet camaraderie on the Bridge and throughout away missions. Kelsey wasn’t the type to begrudge a friend a well-deserved promotion, but he felt strangely abandoned by this sudden departure.

“Now, this leads to the main reason for our meeting. Commander Avanti’s departure leaves a hole in our chain of command.” Gavison met Blair’s look with a calm expression once again. “Mister MacTavish, you have proven your worth time and again since we first set sail. Therefore, it is my pleasure to designate you as our new second officer.”

Kelsey’s stomach clenched almost painfully. Their relationship hadn’t improved at all since Gavin III. Kel had decided that the man was as roughly hewn as the countryside from which he hailed. The XO still hadn’t found that ground that allowed them to interact for long without him being forced to heft that shield of professional conduct, and he was sure Mac felt the same with him. This would certainly be an interesting challenge.

“Congratulations,” Kelsey said with a nod and a smile.

“Doctor,” Blair’s attention had changed, so Gavison followed. “It is my understanding that you have rekindled interest in command training, and are even now logging time on the holodecks to perform the necessary coursework. Is that correct?”

OOC: assuming a positive response.

“You have fifteen years’ service in Starfleet, doctor, and I am well aware of your sound judgment from firsthand experience. Furthermore, I do trust that you will successfully complete command training in a timely manner. Therefor, I am appointing you as acting third officer aboard the Discovery.”

“Doctor,” Kelsey said by way of congratulations accompanied by another nod and smile.

“Congratulations, gentlemen. The three of you are among the finest officers I have had the privilege to serve with, and you all richly deserve your success. Any questions?”

Gavison had none so he remained quiet.

“Very well, then.” Blair stood, Kelsey followed suite. “Dismissed.”

Kelsey planted a smile on his face that was well-rehearsed diplomacy and waited while the other two made their exit before following them out to once again take command of the Bridge.

“Chief Raines,” Gavison said as he tapped his badge.

=/= OOC: response =/=

“Please report to the Bridge.”

=/= OOC: response =/=

USS Discovery, Bridge – 1130

Kelsey looked up as the lift’s doors swept open admitting Benjamin Raines onto the Bridge. The other man was powerfully built, similar to Gavison, only younger and slightly better maintained. As the Chief Operations Officer made his way down the ramp, Kelsey rose and went to meet him.

“Good morning Mister Raines,” Kelsey said with a friendly smile. The two of them had worked closely together over the past few months and an easy atmosphere had developed there.

OOC: response

“I’ve just been informed of a change in roster. This will likely mean very little by way of strain on your current system, but we need to make sure temporary quarters are established until we can make other accommodations.

“Commander Avanti has accepted another post and we’ll be receiving a new Chief Engineer. Once Avanti has successfully retired from the Discovery we’ll move this new officer into his quarters. I don’t want to rush it, but we do need to make this officer feel welcome. See that Engineering is informed of the pending arrival and that everything is in top shape. I’d imagine that the new CEO will be receiving a welcome from the captain and a tour of the ship, so prepare for that as well. There’ll likely be an officer’s dinner set up to allow the CEO time for mingling and such, but you’ll have to check with the captain for a specific time.

“Also, as soon as this new officer’s record becomes available I want a copy of it. See to it that MacTavish and Dr. White have one as well. I’d imagine that Dr. White will want to schedule a complete physical with the new CEO so speak with him about coordinating that as well.”

Kelsey grinned and placed a hand on the officer’s shoulder. “I’d normally not pile all of this on you and allow for the usual delegation, but this is one of the newest members of command and it is imperative that the individual feel as welcomed and as taken care of as possible.

“Any questions?”

OOC: allowing for questions.

“Good,” Kelsey gave the man’s shoulder another pat and then dismissed him with a nod. Returning to his seat, the XO’s mind drifted once again to the vision of his baby girl… his angel.

Posted on 2006-09-26 at 22:54:56.
Edited on 2006-09-26 at 22:56:10 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: Ahem...

*Mumbles under breath* So, I kinda misplaced the URL to the roster and such... can someone provide it please? No laughing at the XO!

Posted on 2006-09-25 at 22:38:18.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Cor shrugs.

Have at it lass! The sooner we get that figured out the less we have to put up with the ol' DM gripin' and complaining.

Posted on 2006-09-25 at 22:33:18.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: As before...

Cor has no interest in any of Samson's items.

Posted on 2006-09-23 at 15:38:39.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Ooo!


Posted on 2006-09-21 at 19:45:10.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yes...

Still working through that via email, though I will be online later tonight and we could possible finish it up via chat if you're interested Suicidolt. Just let me know.

Posted on 2006-09-19 at 18:20:21.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: My druthers

Cor is definitely for getting a good night's rest and traveling during the "glorious bright of daylight; where evil is less likely to lurk in moonshadows."

Posted on 2006-09-19 at 18:17:50.

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

...for Char's accent again.

Now where did I put that?

Posted on 2006-09-19 at 18:16:25.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Taking Charge.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:20am

Peacekeeper’s hand hovered just inside her Plastech duster. She was inches from the handle of her Smartchipped Automag and through practiced speed she could have that weapon in hand and be firing in less time than it took to realize there was danger. The cab’s interior light flickered on as the side doors opened. Out each side stepped two boosters, both Hispanic, one slightly larger than the other. The bounty hunter and her two companions were quick to notice one of them shoving a chrome-plated Automag into his waistline between the baggy jeans and the bright blue and white striped boxers. Then the man Jaimy assumed was Spiff stepped out and began leading the way towards them. He was a smaller man than Croaker—skinnier with less of an imposing mass—with short, neatly trimmed black hair and a clean-shaven face. He wore a black Plastech duster that currently bore a nice sheen to it in the rain, jeans and a t-shirt, as well as a pair of silver shades that seemed to almost melt into his face. Aside from the real clean look, he could have been the average Joe on the Street.

“Ok,” she said in a level voice as he stopped a decent distance away. “I’m Peacekeeper, this here’s Croaker, and this is Preacher. What’ve you got?”

Lightning flashed ominously in the sky followed almost immediately by a near deafening crack of thunder that caused everyone to flinch.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:22am

Posted on 2006-09-17 at 15:22:53.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: You're the second...

You're the second person who said they sent me an email I never received. Send it again and I'll let you know if I get it. I don't purposefully ignore those, ya know?

Posted on 2006-09-17 at 14:57:49.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: The Meeting.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:18am

The cab pulled around in back of the van as instructed. Next to him, Spiff felt the two Hispanic gangers shift with a readiness to spring from the cab should it be necessary. The one to the right (The Reverend had called him Roller) already had his Automag in hand, the chrome reflecting the dim overhead of the streetlamp. The one to his left (Coyote) hadn’t pulled his Uzi yet, but it was easily accessible from his waistline. The cabbie knew he was caught up in some clandestine meeting and sat very still, waiting for his next instructions, or the opportunity to bolt.

In the van, Peacekeeper took a deep breath, calming her nerves as she always did before walking into the unknown. With a glance towards the dark figure of her lover, the famed bounty hunter stepped up to the back door, crouched, and flung it upward. It rolled and clattered on its track, bouncing off the back a bit, and then settled. Dropping from the bumper to the soaked concrete below she didn’t even bother to pull her jacket tight about her. She was going to give the impression of nonchalant cool despite the acidic water coursing down her shirt and between her breasts. Unlike the rest of her companions she hadn’t even pulled steel, having replaced her weapons in their proper places after checking them for usability. Now, the tips of her techhair glowing red, she quickly jerked her head to the right, popping her neck a little, and began sauntering towards the cab. She stopped halfway between the two vehicles, her eyes scanning the area around them without moving her head. Peacekeeper was the epitome of style in her slick leathers, shiny, glowing hair, and casual cool stance.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:20am

Posted on 2006-09-16 at 18:27:57.


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