What is your age? 44
What is your gender? Male
Where you are from? Utah, USA
What is your relationship status? Married 7 years (2nd time is the charm, right?)
Do you have children? yes, six counting my bonus kids.  Ages 22 years down to 13 years old.
What sort of work do you do? I am part owner of a nationwide real estate company and the chief marketing officer.
What is your dream job? Independently wealthy able to pursue my art and writing.
What hobbies do you have outside of gaming? I am a Master Mason (Freemasonry), Art, Writing (blogging too), DIY, travel, sports (Major Saints fan and a BYU Cougar for life), self-improvement, movies, reading, weapons (guns, swords, knives, etc.) collector, music connoisseur, world creator, general stubborn curmudgeonly conservative things.

I think I have a sword somewhere with that blond chica's name on it. Yup. There it is. Has Therassor's symbol on the crossguard.

Thanks for all of that work! Interesting that the vision of Engineering doesn't have a pool table.

Stardate: 2365.03.29 (Sunday - 42269.4)
USS George Washington Carver, Bridge, Deck 1 - 0740 Alpha Shift

…

As the officers rise from their seats, Dr. Draci makes his way to Cole. “I’ll grab a med kit in case we need anything, I’m a little surprised you need me there, but I’m not going to let you down. I guess we can always beam down more security if we need them.”

“Doc,” Cole smiles, “my experience with away missions has usually been better when a ship doctor is present. Especially if there is transporter interference. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Tell you what; if we don’t need the Waverunner, you can stay aboard as we’ll be able to beam anyone with injuries direct to Sick Bay. We’ll see you on the Bridge in a bit.”

The doctor gathers his things and heads to sickbay. Max watches the man make his exit and then shakes his head. It’s as though I’m surrounded by agoraphobics.

With the meeting no longer in session, Cmdr. Cole also makes his exit, stopping to say his good-bye to Bruno on his way out the door. The captain is right, he has his away team already, now he just needs to get to know them a little better. Time for some light reading.

As he was having his morning coffee, Max had looked over the new shift assignments that the captain had sent out and learned that he was now on Alpha with the captain, so he makes his way to his chair and plants himself in it. Using the console computer to the right he pulls up the dossiers on those officers he just met with as well as Ensign Nizrri Tiaghen, the scientist that Lt. McGinty has deferred to.

First on the list is Lieutenant (junior grade) Thomas Stark. If he wasn’t enlisted at one point, I’ll eat my hat. Cole has sensed more than a bit of vinegar in the man ever since his first interaction and though he has yet to put much thought into how to address the issue, Max has never been one to let behavior such as this go for long. A mining family, huh? Hard life.

The XO of the George Washington Carver continues his perusal of his officers allowing for the usual activity of the Bridge to interrupt whenever necessary. The dossiers are easy reading and he quickly finds his way through them.

“ETA, Mr. Falcone?”

(OOC: Receiving his answer… )

“Thank you. Lt Siric, please report on your latest scans.”

"I am still unable to penetrate the upper atmosphere of the planet, sir," Siric responds. "Lt McGinty's theory may be close to accurate, however, as I am detecting mineral debris in close orbit."

"Cole to Lt Wilhelm," Max says after tapping his comm badge.

(OOC: Wilhelm's answer... )

"Is there anything that you can do to boost the short-range scans strength?"

(OOC: Wilhelm's answer... )

Oh! That's helpful. I usually just open multiple tabs. This will save computer memory.

Bump.

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

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?

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

Right  Gotcha.

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?

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.

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."

I have two posts... need some more!

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

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."

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

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!"

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.

Oh! You went there!

...

"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.

...

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.

I prefer to stay stuck in a time loop. 

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

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.