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Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject:


Bump.



Posted on 2018-11-07 at 12:06:52.

Topic: Rockets and Drones, oh My!
Subject:


Maybe it's scary. The title makes one think of military action.



Posted on 2018-11-07 at 12:06:01.

Topic: The RDI Trek Tools are updated!
Subject:


Awesome! 


About the Watch Schedule Tool; why make it anything other than a place where people can just assign members of the roster to particular blocks of time?


 



Posted on 2018-11-07 at 10:49:51.

Topic: Star Trek Hidden Depths Q&A
Subject:


Not allowed. Tell your superiors that your father is putting his foot down.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 18:51:36.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


Right  Gotcha.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 18:45:56.

Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject:


Also... how feasible would it be to take portions of the Trek Tools and turn them into standard Game tools? I think it'd be awesome to be able to have the Trek Tools (with slight modifications) for all games.


Mods:



  • Sim Page: GM can upload a theme picture and maybe add a description for the game.

  • Instead of Add Department, maybe have Add Group and the GM can add NPCs as well as the PCs.

  • Rosters can remain...

  • Logbook can change to Adventure Journal.

  • Maybe add a place to upload maps?


 



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 18:45:14.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


Moreno watches the poor woman in the gentle glow of the fire and shakes his head. There's likely no amount of care that will free her from the nightmare her eyes keep seeing. Gods bless her. He has returned to pondering her situation many times throughout the work that the group set about in their meager attempts to erase the damage of the day. Roasted flesh, sweet in his nostrils, only makes the reality of her situation more apparent to the cleric. In this case, however, he is severely lacking. Perhaps if he were of the Mother's clergy he might be able to offer better comfort but raised in the Temple of Therassor and tempered in the fields of battle does nothing to train a man in caring for the shattered emotions of a woman.


Cedric has done all that he can as well, and with the burning of the bodies and the location of the trail revealed, they await Solanis' Light to break dawn before setting out after the mysterious black-robed man. This is a good concept, though the Priest of Therassor wonders at how much sleep any of them are going to get after the events of the day.


Pulling his cloak about his shoulders, Gib shifts into a more comfortable position and reflects upon the conversation he'd held with others in his party earlier that day about the strange and horrid behavior of the giggling fiend. Though appalled, none of them had been able to shed any further light on the matter and Moreno is no better off with his thoughts. Haunted by the foul images, the warrior priest falls into a fitful slumber from which he awakens frequently and finds himself searching for trouble in the shadows each time.


Upon the early gray's kiss upon the horizon, barely visible through the line of trees adjacent to the cabin, Gib untangles himself from his cloak and seeks the cabin's source of water to refresh himself. Careful to remain aware, he tends to his morning habits and then returns to the others whereupon he regains his armor and lifts his scriptures in his left hand.


"I invite those of you who want to join me in supplication before the Battle Lord before we begin our day."


Catechisms are followed by open prayer within which the priest offers great thanks for the party's safety in their work the day before, particularly for those whose behavior is rash enough to get them killed. Finishing his prayers and study, Gib works on his breakfast at the same time as discussing the plan for the day with his companions.


"Northwest takes us deeper into the furthest regions of the Kingdom," he states. "I would have thought we'd find ourselves marching towards Sendria but here we are. I am attempting to recall maps of the area that I've seen but even with this image in my head, I don't know how far we are from any of the major landmarks that I might remember. I'm afraid that I've no further insight into what might lie ahead."


Offering a single apologetic shrug, the warrior priest continues. "I would suggest being consistently watchful all the while moving to support one another as we progress. Kith might do well to scout ahead a bit provided we can find a means for her to communicate back to the rest of us without alerting any adversary of her position. So far, we've had Shinara watching over most of us—" here he pauses as their deceased and ravaged companion bull rushes his thoughts. "—but we cannot allow this foolhardiness to continue or we'll soon be whittled away into nothing."


When the rest of the party is ready to move out, Gib offers a prayer over the cabin and the those who reside within asking Therassor to protect the household from further atrocities. Then, he takes up his usual position next to Aranwen and, keeping his shield on his arm and a hand on the hilt of his sword proceeds towards the Northwest along the trail of the undead.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 18:09:59.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject:


Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1325


Sighing, Lauren returns to her bed and flops onto it. "I don't know what to do, Dana. Is there talk? I mean, am I kind of like the black sheep now? Maybe I should put in for a transfer; start over on a new ship."


“Absolutely not!” Dana exclaimed firmly, “you've always been a strong person Lauren. You don't run away from your problems. No, there has been no 'talk'. Dalia, I know is anxious for you to return to duty. I'm sure even the Lt. would welcome you back on the job; the department is short-handed right now without you. They need you! They need your experience! This whole mess is over, and once you get back to work, things will be back to normal.”


"I bet they are. That blue devil has cut the department's feet out from under it and now expects us to run a marathon." Sitting up, the geneticist presses deeper into the rough. "You said there are a lot of new officers aboard. Dish, sister. I'm less malnourished than starving for new information and ship gossip is always a full course meal."



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 17:40:46.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


I have two posts... need some more!



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 15:18:35.

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject:


Thanks, Giddy. Still looking for two players. Almost ready to just drop a piano on them.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 15:15:57.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject:


Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1321


“Everything?” Dana shakes her head while continuing to smile, “I don't know if I have time for that. But, we have a new mission, the Captain is back aboard after facing a court-martial after all that fiasco, there are a lot of new officers and personnel assigned to the ship. I bet you wouldn't even recognize your department. I've got some new medical personnel, including yet another New CMO. Didn't even get the last one broken in yet.” Dana laughed aloud and then got serious for a moment.


“So, how you doing Lauren?” Dana asks as she looks over her friend, “I see from the scan I took that you don't seem to be eating like you should.”


"Wait," PO Crane affects an alarmed expression. "What's happened in the Science Department?"


(OOC: Dana's answer...)


"That witch!" Lauren exclaims, clenching her fist. "She's stripping the department, destroying everything. I knew I didn't like her from the moment I met her. Miss-Asovil-Sh'iraolnas-I-Know-Everything is a... is a... Oh! I don't even know what to call her."


(OOC: Dana's answer...)


Sighing, Lauren returns to her bed and flops onto it. "I don't know what to do, Dana. Is there talk? I mean, am I kind of like the black sheep now? Maybe I should put in for a transfer; start over on a new ship."



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 15:14:11.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


I apologize for the delay in posting for Lauren. It has been done.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 11:09:12.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject:


Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 3, Crew Quarters – 1321


"This is worse than the brig," Lauren complains to the ceiling. For the past few days since she was moved from incarceration to confinement, the ex-chief petty officer has exhausted all reasonable forms of entertainment. In quarter restriction includes barring holovids, having access to her work, and any other reasonable method of keeping oneself occupied. The small woman has already written all of the letters she can muster and now lies on her bed with a padd on her chest having grown bored with the paper she is reading on genetic remapping sequences (old news, but her penalty includes a lack of access to any literature or papers from within the last five years). 


/Door chime/


Startled, Lauren spins from her back to a seated position on the edge of her bed, narrowly avoiding striking her head on the upper bunk. "Um, come in."


Surprisingly, the visitor is Dana Cook. Lauren's insides relax and she sadly returns the blond woman's smile.


“Lauren,” Dana says with a smile, “It's good to see you. How are you doing?”


"Severely bored, Dana," Lauren says. Pushing up from the bed, she steps forward and moves in to embrace her friend and ex-roommate.


“I came to check on you and see how you are doing,” Dana says with a shrug, “I'm not sure if you're allowed visitors, but I'm here on 'official' business.” Her faint smile broadens as she lifts her medical tricorder from her belt. She figures that Lauren will understand that she will use that as an excuse as to why she is here, though she knows Dana well enough to know it is a personal visit.


"I'm not a religious person, Dana," Lauren sighs and pulls back. "But were I, I'd be blessing your heart from here to the Delta Quadrant and back again. How can we all be crammed into this small space and yet I still feel like I'm ten years out of step?


"So, what's the news? Tell me everything!"



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 11:08:42.

Topic: Star Trek Hidden Depths Q&A
Subject:


I agree, MagicMan. Please know that our thoughts are with you.


I've modified my post to represent the information that you folks have shared.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 10:56:04.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


Oh! You went there!



Posted on 2018-11-05 at 17:59:13.

Topic: Star Trek: Hidden Depths
Subject:


...


"Sir," McGinty pipes up, "I'm as anxious as anyone to get boots on the ground, but I'm also very excited about the meteor project I spoke to you of last night."  I would recommend you take Ens. Tiaghen, her experience in exogeology will be invaluable.  You'll also need a lab tech to collect samples, Crewman Uhnari is the best one I've got.  Don't worry, I'll be done with this project before you know it and join you for a future away mission."


"All right, Mr. McGinty," Cole raises his eyebrows. That must've been some discovery to keep someone from an away mission. Maybe I missed something in her explanation last night? "Please make sure that Ens. Tiaghen is briefed and reports to me by eleven hundred to go over what new details we've been able to ascertain from the scans."


...


"One problem, Commander." Jenna says. "The Waverider has a total complement of six, three of which are supposed to be flight crew. I can do it with two, or singly if I have to. Since you have set up five for your away team, that leaves me as the sole pilot. While I feel I am up to the challenge, this first time you might prefer to have two flight crew members, in case of sudden issues within the atmosphere." She cleared her throat.

"Fair enough," Scanning the officers in the room, Max states, "I believe that Mr. Stark has some shuttle experience."


"And Ens. Tiaghen can fill in should the need arise," Lt. McGinty adds.


"Thank you," Max responds with a soft smile. "There we have it, Mr. Falcone. Two capable hands to assist should the mission require the Waverider."


"It's your call, Sir. I just wanted to inform you of the details for the Waverider." She stands at ease, counting down the timeline from the Captain in her head.


...



Posted on 2018-11-05 at 17:56:04.
Edited on 2018-11-06 at 10:55:44 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:



  1. I think that we should have Kith (can she track?) or someone else with a tracking ability (hopefully we have someone) see if we can't find the direction from which the zombies and giggler attacked. If we don't have anyone who can do that, oh well.

  2. We should ask the woodsman about as much detail concerning the attack as he can provide.

  3. Perhaps Cedric can bring the Light of Solanis to the wife through conversation, discussion, the religious comfort offered and see if she's going to suddenly give birth to a singing, dancing xenomorph (Hello my darling, hello my baby...) Not to be callous.

  4. Maybe some of the party who are less engaged in the conversation or seeking tracks could help with the shoring up of the cabin.

  5. Gib isn't keen on taking anything from the woodsman and his family, though he will suggest that at their next opportunity they make an offering to Therassor and that if at all possible, they get the mother to a legitimate temple for assistance.

  6. If tracks are found, or direction is given, Gib will be all for tactically following the lead.


 



Posted on 2018-11-05 at 17:35:49.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


I prefer to stay stuck in a time loop. 



Posted on 2018-11-05 at 17:29:15.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject:


Hi-tech...  Type a ; and immediately follow it with a ) and you'll get the winky smiley face.



Posted on 2018-11-05 at 17:28:12.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject:


You did very well, Dragon. Just a note: Lanur didn't touch the guards. He gripped his own sword and then released it not wanting things to turn into a swordfight if they didn't have to.



Posted on 2018-11-03 at 16:48:27.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


The game has been advanced. 

 

Espatier, Charlie is now the furthest ahead in the timeline, so feel free to post up something that slows things down for him a bit until we can get the others resolved.

 

Keeper, I've provided you with a map on Roll20.net. I don't know if you're already a part of that site or I've added you to the game there as a player, but if you need me to just let me know. Combat hasn't started yet. Your call as to whether or not it does. At least for the time being.

 

I need to resolve Ghlahn's situation before I can let everyone else know what the results are.  In other words, we have some room for conversation, discussion, etc. amongst the group as Keeper and I work through the challenge Ghlahn is now facing.

 

Giddy, I've continued the story assuming that Bloodbank will accept Blossom's explanation, not necessarily knowing any better. Feel free to call us back to that point if you disagree.

 

Without communication with overwatch, Vegas is concerned about walking out onto the street when he knows that a huge security team was just down the block and doesn't know what the outcome is. He'll express the concern if pressed. 

 

I'm looking forward to everyone's next post.


Posted on 2018-11-02 at 16:27:10.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject:


The Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building - 8th Floor | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 3:15 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)


Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


“Got it,” Blossom whispers excitedly. “Let’s blow this joint.”


“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Vegas comments just as quietly. “Grab a few of those computer boxes and be quick about it. That Charlie was onto something when he gave us the idea.”


Nodding, Blossom immediately starts the process of unplugging the device she’d just plugged herself into. Echo moves to the next cubicle and begins to do the same. Vegas, meanwhile, continues to stand watch.


With Blossom’s announcement that her work is complete, Fixer quickly moves out of the cubicle he has been searching and joins the others.  


"You’re a wonder Blossom. Nicely done. Lets boogey." the techie moves to the door and out into the hallway. Now they just need to get out of this building. He gives a quick thumbs up to Bloodbank who he knows is nervous about the side effects of their invasion and moves down the hall. That had to be a good sign! Bloodbank smiles behind his battlemask as he watches Fixer walk towards the window. This had gone just as smoothly as he had hoped!


His smile slid off his face, however, when Echo and Blossom exited the room, each holding a computer. "I thought we agreed that there would be no stealing!" He hisses, eyeing them through his mask.


“Chill, Boy Scout,” Blossom quips. “These have the data on them that we need. We’re just not wastin’ time in this joint to do the search. Figure we’d be better off skittling. You Ku with that?”


"I don't care the stealing is completely unnecessary," Bloodbank whispered fiercely, jabbing a finger at the boxes that they held.


“You keen on sitting around waiting for some overzealous security guard to come tripping over us?” The small Asian woman looks up at their medic and rolls her signature lollipop to the other side of her mouth as she jabs a finger into his chest. “You wanna have another family get that call that daddy ain’t comin’ home tonight?”


“We’re wasting time,” Echo points out.


“Think about it, Boy Scout,” Blossom smiles sweetly and brushes by him with a final thought, “you’re keeping people alive by exiting this mouse trap pronto.”


(OOC: Bloodbank’s answer&hellip


As Casino made ready to lead the way back out of the building he was joined at the door by Vegas.


“I’m ok” He whispers over his shoulder to his Frank Sinatra lookalike partner. “No worries”


“Solid,” Vegas flashes a smile. “After you.”


Casino leads the way back down the hall, glancing over his shoulder as he goes to make certain Vegas and Echo have covered the group’s six before he arrives at the broken out window. Peering through his new mask into the night, the solo scans the alley and out both access points before turning his gaze to the slightly fogged, black windows of the adjacent building, his left hand held out to hold any of the others back while he performs his duty.


Not seeing anything alarming, the big man steps through the window, unconcerned as to the state his trench coat left things as it sweeps over the subjugated alarm system. He trusts that Blossom has done her work here too. From here, Casino leads the others down the stairs, Armalite held before him just in case. Fixer follows closely behind with Blossom and Bloodbank on his heels. Echo and Vegas bring up the rear.


Achieving the alley, the team can no longer hear any of the angry yelling from the crowd in the direction that Ghlahn has set up, nor can they hear anything that indicates that the security vehicle is still there.


“Ghlahn, can you hear me?” Vegas steps up next to Casino and motions that they should move towards the street they had left their sniper friend on. He’s speaking into one of Fixer’s homemade walkies. “Come in, Ghlahn.”


Fixer’s pocket has squawked from where he has the radio as does Casino’s and Bloodbank’s.


“What’s going on?” Vegas turns and looks at his companions incredulously. “Did we honestly leave one of the team without a means to communicate with the rest of us… again?”


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 03:22 AM PST)


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Near the Parking Garage two blocks from the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 03:04 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)


Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


"Hey!"   


That one word told Ghlahn that his stealthy escape is foiled. He has been spotted.  


As he figures it, there are three options. First, try to bluff his way past the security team. Of course, it might be hard to explain his weapons cache. Second, is to engage the team and hope there are not too many of them. Or third, try to find an exit.  


Option 1 is not feasible. The second relies on pure luck. So that leaves Option 3. Taking cover behind the nearest car he pulls his pistol and takes aim at the closest sec team member. Hopefully, he can neutralize at least two of them before they even realize what is happening.


Crouched at the rear right fender of a beat up and rusted late 22nd Century four-door sedan, Ghlahn peers intently through the windows of his combat mask, his targeting system flies into his HUD view and attuning to the customized Colt AMT Model 2000 now in hand. The team that had spotted him is thirty meters away. There’s a cement column that one has moved behind giving him really good cover and another is taking up a really low position on the driver side looking over the hood of an older model minivan.


There’s some space—approximately ten meters—between Ghlahn’s current position and the next vehicle behind him. To his right, there’s a chainlink fence with less than half a meter between the top of the links and the bottom of the cement ceiling overhead. The street that the cyborg had just been watching is that way, and so too is the security vehicle that dropped the personnel he’s now contending with.


“This is your last chance!” One of the men calls out, his voice echoing throughout the garage. Unfortunately, Ghlahn was unable to get the drop on them. They are obviously trained and have experience in this type of situation. “You don’t need to die tonight, choomba. Just surrender to us and we’ll iron everything out.”


“You’ve not done anything wrong, right?” another voice calls from that same direction. “You got a car up here? There’s no reason to be scared.”


(OOC: I've provided you with a map on Roll20.net, Keeper.)


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 03:05 AM PST)


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Enroute to Night City Integrate from SanFran Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 3:30 AM PST --- Weather Conditions: High City (heavy rain, 20mph winds from the N.) | Midcity (light rain, 10mph winds from the N.) | Undercity (fog and drizzle, no winds.)


Air Quality Index: High City = 15 | Midcity = 36 | Undercity = 86 (masks required - Red warning)


Now’s also a good time to put some work in. Though the air jeep isn’t outfitted with self-driving capabilities, Cred Stick Charlie can make calls and do some audible learning from his Chinese textbooks to prep for Monday’s challenges. He might even be able to connect with some of those “Vendors” on the Dark Web concerning blank shoes. Researching the identity printer further would require more attention than he can safely devote while driving, but these other things, he might be able to work out.


Charlie slips his agent from his breast pocket and mentally opens the reading app. He’s already queued up the textbooks that he’s been studying and as the auto-driver on the jeep takes control, the fixer preps for Monday’s challenges. After another hour of reading, he switches gears and spends some time inquiring in more detail about blank shoes in bulk on the Dark Web. His usual sites are where he strikes first. Time to Streetdeal.


The quickest path to one’s destination is often a straight line and in this case, Luther’s destination is an ID printer. There’s no reason to dig deeper into the Dark Web just yet if he can find one on the regular Internet. So, the fixer focuses his agent search on classified ads; there are plenty of boards available that range from general Internet community to specific alt-cults and sub-segments of those alt-cults. In particular, Cred Stick Charlie is focusing on the Neo Corps and the used business equipment. Results immediately begin to show up.


Thermal units to dye sublimation and even older, antique models: dot matrix. He can land a dot matrix for one hundred and fifty credits, but it won’t do what he needs. He needs a thermal with holographic imaging. New those machines can cost up to six thousand credits, as he’s already discovered. Used, he’s looking at a price range of about one thousand credits.


First on the list is a PY231k FLEX, which was a top of the line machine five to ten years ago. It’s being listed for 1,200 NCD. While the ad has experienced plenty of traffic there are very few who have marked interest. The product has been for sale for close to a month and that means there’s a chance that the owner might be workable. Luther mentally commands his agent to contact the seller via messaging as the early morning hours and the day of the week might be problematic.


But he’s not done. The fixer continues to message various sellers. Having multiple potential deals in the work keeps him from becoming desperate to make a deal giving him the edge. Surprisingly, he receives a response from a Blackbird2500 on a Gearlogix 24B290 Thermal Printer with a Hologenics Modular Printbox attachment which he has listed for 950 credits.


It is still available. The message comes through in response to Luther’s canned query.


(OOC: This is where the Persuasion check comes into play. The Library Search check happened to locate the correct boxes.)


Blackbird2500 and Charlie go the rounds via messaging and eventually, the fixer is able to convince Blackbird2500 to join him on a call. He prefers the opportunity to talk to the other side and face-to-face is better but barring that a phone call trumps texting any day of the week.


Ordering his agent to dial the number that Blackbird2500 has shared, Luther waits for the other end to pick up.


“This is Blackbird,” a female voice with a Latino accent answers.


This is where Cred Stick Charlie plays his hand, working the other end of the phone in a friendly manner, manipulating the conversation to drive it in his favor. First, he has to gain some rapport. Then, he needs to make Blackbird2500 believe that the whole deal is a win/win and he does this by prying into other potential sales items she may have on hand and expressing interest. As it turns out, she’s liquidating old office furniture for her company. She’s a senior tech officer and it’s her job to get something for the highly depreciated equipment. Chairs, desks, some bookshelves, fake trees, and a couple of printers. The Gearlogix has been used for close to six years and doesn’t appear to have anything wrong with it. The other equipment bears the marks of regularly used office equipment but is salvageable.


Now that he has her where he wants her (the whole thing has been going well-enough as Blackbird appears to be in dire need of conversation), it is time to begin working the deal. Deftly steering the conversation back to the Gearlogix and Hologenics offering, Luther offers a very low-ball price, cushioning the offer with the potential to help take the other items off her hands. Blackbird is handling the play pretty well and Luther isn’t altogether positive that she isn’t plying her own tricks but he is still gaining the upper hand and continues the work.


After a half hour on the phone with Blackbird, Cred Stick Charlie has managed to wheedle her down by 50 credits for the printer and the modular holographic imprinter taking the price to 900 credits. He’s positive that this is as low as she’s going to go and she seems to be losing patience. He’s still got a half hour before the navigation unit claims he’ll be at the office building where Upstairs Downstairs is housed, time to either finalize the deal or cut bait and move on.


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 5:00 AM PST)



Posted on 2018-11-02 at 16:20:43.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject:


Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine, Captain's Mess - 1615

Silas' face flushes with emotion and he grips the edge of the table. Speaking in clipped tones, he addresses the news, "It sounds like you have your first major project, then, Lieutenant Nyle—I want complete diagnostics performed on all of Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas' computer gear. Set up a monitor. Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas, once the monitor routine is confirmed, I want you to start keying your research again." He then turns back to Nyle. "When the data is invariably wiped, you can hopefully trace what process did so, and where this process initiated—if not by whom."


"Yes sir," Asovil responds dutifully. Though Drake's rage isn't aimed at her, she can feel the heat and instinctively part of her rises up ready to defend herself while another shrinks away. The conflicting emotions are quite the storm to contend with but on the outside, she remains as still as the dead.

The Captain frowns before addressing the Andorian again. "Have you entered your research on any equipment that isn't specifically yours? As in, besides your own personal terminal, PADD or department terminals? If Nyle cannot find anything, the next step may be to rip out all of your physical equipment and replace it with new gear, on the off chance that it has been physically altered in some way." His gaze settled on the Chief Engineer. "Eric, if it comes to that, I want you to personally oversee the new equipment."


"Sir," Lt. Sh'iraolnas dips her head, her antennae pressing forward in emphasis. "I have used alternative padds, workstations, and different rooms when taking voice notes. Additionally, this data loss is not just relevant to me. Anyone who makes a report concerning the Dark Matter project finds it vanishing."

Silas grits his teeth. "I want this traitor found. Starfleet Intelligence may want to enjoy a nice chat with them... provided they don't run into an airlock mishap before then."  

I hadn't considered the possibility that the sabotage could be coming from within the ship, Asovil refrains from showing her distress at the lack of critical thinking on her part and clasps her hands tighter in front of her on the table looking down at her whitening knuckles.

Silas continues, "Nyle, I wonder... your computer issue seems rather odd. As does the timing. You may want to coordinate with Engineering on this, and Lieutenant Tal feels that she has some resources that may be of use to you. I wonder if this might be related in any way to the vanishing report; I am not much of a believer in coincidences."

OOC: any responses, expositions, etc...

Drake sits back in his chair, "Very well. I have reviewed the refit and resupply reports, as well as the crew transfer orders. Is there anything else here that needs to be brought to my attention?"

OOC: speak now...

The Captain nodded.  "In that case, I won't take up any more of your time.  Dismissed."


Rising from her chair, Asovil directly approaches the new Ops Chief. "Let me know when you want to gain access to my quarters. I'll make myself available. 


(OOC: Nyle's reply...)



Posted on 2018-11-02 at 15:23:52.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject:


Simple weapons would be staff, club, dagger... things that you wouldn't need any formal training to use. Generally speaking, magic-users aren't allowed martial weapons because they spend their time studying magic whereas warriors would spend their time studying swordplay.



Posted on 2018-11-02 at 15:12:08.

Topic: Star Trek Hidden Depths Q&A
Subject:


I, too, am waiting on Giddy's post before adding Cole's final bit for the meeting.



Posted on 2018-11-02 at 15:10:21.

 


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