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Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Looks mighty fun.


I sent you a P.M. for consideration, Eol.

Posted on 2017-06-30 at 16:23:35.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Arrangements...


"Eagle Eye," the Captain drawls, drawing Sarafina's gaze, "Thank you, on behalf of me an' my crew, fer the meal an' company. Can't properly say how nice it is t' get some authentic grub in the belly, but it's been real shiny,"

"Heh," Sam chuffs around a chicken leg, "I c'n ruttin' improperly say if'n ya want."

"Hell Captain, if you been feeding Wolf here protein paste, I say it's agreeing with him. I swear he's double in size since the last I saw him. What are you lifting now Wolf? The ship?" Eagle Eye responds with a finger pointing at the hulking mechanic.

"I don't mean t' sway conversation away from pleasantries, but there ain't no rest fer the wicked an', well, Roc's hold is now bereft o' yer bees. You wouldn't know, by chance, o' no one lookin' fer passage fer themselves'r some cargo, would ya?"

"I'd cotton ta anythin' ‘cept bees," Dash offhandedly adds before lifting a mug of beer, "Those li'l wong bah duhn bunched me up an' made m' pi guh pucker,"

Eagle-Eye smiles and stretches, "Well Captain, I'd pay a sure pretty penny or two if you'd take our dear governor away in a burlap sack and dumped her somewhere where she might be appreciated more—like Higgin's Moon!" The comment brings a round of laughter from the table as well as a few not-so-polite suggestions of what else you can do with Patience. "But that would be more work than I could truly pay you for. I'm not sure to be honest with you, Captain. I have nothing that needs moving right now. But why don't you and a some of your crew come with me to the Slaughterhouse tonight? It is a Rancher Lodge Tavern—Patience and her ilk ain't welcome. But there will be a number of ranchers there and I can make some introductions if you'd like. There is usually a card game going on if you'd like to join."

Wyatt glances at Sam knowing full well that the pilot will be in his element at the Slaughterhouse. Returning his icy blues to their host, he simply dips his head in appreciation of the invitation.

"As well," Eagle Eye continues, "further in town there's a place called the Wreckage, which is where the salvage haulers hang out. They tend to be a close-knit bunch but you might pick up a smaller load that the Haulers don't want to waste fuel on. There is also the Co-Op store—Eugene might have a shipment needing a lift planet-side if you willing, or a pickup of goods."

"Of all the options," Captain Sung rolls his shoulders and relieves some tension that's been building up as he's been leaning on the table. "The Slaughterhouse sounds like the most accommodatin'. I appreciate the offer."

The older Lady speaks up, "Mr. Sarafina. What about Mr. Potter? Did you not mention him the other day?"

Eagle-Eye smiles and snaps his fingers, "Right! Right! Thank you Mrs. Wilson. Well, I ain't sure you'll be interested but there is a fella hanging around for some time now, looking for a ship. Passenger and cargo he says but he ain't forthcoming on the details. His name is Potter, Paul? No, Saul, Saul Potter! Well dressed and very polite but I get the feeling he might be doing something underhanded. But what do I know? I really wasn't paying him much mind as I don't have a ship to fill. He'll be usually around the Slaughterhouse at nights - I think he tried the Wreck but salvagers don't like passengers - ask too many questions."

"We don't mind passengers none," Sung allows a very small hint of a thankful smile to play across his lips. "If'n he's there tonight, I'd appreciate the introduction."

Once lunch is over, people begin cleaning up and some people start filling up trays of food to be taken to the people on the watch towers. Other people move off quickly to whatever duties and chores they have to do and the crew is left to their own devices as the household staff take down the tents and tables. Mrs. Wilson moves towards Willow in a manner that denotes she wishes to speak to her and Wyatt considers their evening.

"Excuse me Ma'am." Mrs Wilson says politely, "I understand that you are a doctor?"

(assuming a yes I am)

"I was wondering if I might trouble you for some of your time? The Doctor in town is adequate in his services but he has a limited knowledge of the feminine health and, well I was hoping you could examine and talk to some of the ladies here? I am willing to pay your fees, Mr Sarafina has given me an allowance for medical matters. I promise it won't take much of your time.

Assuming that Willow won't turn down the request and that this might influence how she spends the rest of her evening, Wyatt turns to Sam, Asher, Jade, and Wolf. "The lot o' you interested in joining me at the Slaughterhouse tonight? We're keepin' our noses clean here, so don't go seekin' no trouble. I hear tell that Patience is some pofù an' we've precious li'l clout nowadays as is. Don' need no gov'nuh makin' life more difficult than it already is."

(OOC: responses an' conversin' an' such as needed,)

Seeing Willow through with her conversation, Wyatt calls her attention to him by asking, "You gonna join us t'night at the Slaughterhouse, mèi mei?"


Posted on 2017-06-30 at 15:40:43.
Edited on 2017-06-30 at 17:30:22 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: I added an image of D.A.D.D.E.


Cause that's the way I roll, yo.

Posted on 2017-06-30 at 11:58:00.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: I'm looking forward to the character play.


We look to have a very interesting and diverse group so it should be a blast!

Posted on 2017-06-30 at 11:22:17.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: I LIKE IT!



  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Entity

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Engine

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Yacht

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Escutcheon

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Induration

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Integument

  • Dynamic Ability Dampening and Dispersal Ironclad






Posted on 2017-06-29 at 15:33:25.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Welcome.


You've got it. I've forwarded you a Google Drive share for the character sheet. Feel free to post as soon as you are comfortable.

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 15:13:42.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL


Ah, Flash drives... I know the feeling.

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 15:10:37.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: I'm good with...


Any of the above. Overwatch is cool-sounding, Big Brother fits with his background, and Daddy is just fun.

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 13:37:52.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ahem


*Stares even harder*

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 11:00:54.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Much slower than I'd hoped...


Real Life seems to have quite a few of the players in a bind.

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 11:00:28.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Or...


Daddy. Who's yer daddy?

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 10:57:20.

Topic: Prometheans Reboot (Closed)
Subject: Really?!


C'mon Eol... I don't want my power to be Instant Obesity.

I can't remember the last time I saw Grugg in a game. Welcome!

Posted on 2017-06-29 at 10:55:36.

Topic: Genesis Q&A
Subject: Big Brother...


Can't wait.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 21:12:55.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Don't forget the scratching.


There's always scratching.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 17:07:10.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nothing to add here...


Unless there's talk about any potential cargo.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 13:13:52.

Topic: Prometheans Reboot (Closed)
Subject: Can't wait.


I'm looking forward to seeing how this develops.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 13:07:10.

Topic: Prometheans Reboot (Closed)
Subject: Awesome.


Afton Pembrook



Posted on 2017-06-28 at 12:25:19.
Edited on 2017-06-28 at 13:06:15 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Politely... LOL


That could be a possibility.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 11:23:44.

Topic: Prometheans Reboot (Closed)
Subject: I appreciate the welcome...


Eol, I've PM'd you a character concept.

Posted on 2017-06-28 at 11:23:02.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Looking forward to all of the posts.


*Stares hard at the screen to make posts appear.*

Posted on 2017-06-27 at 23:21:38.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I believe that's when the episode goes to commercial.


There might be some shootin' t' be done on Whitefall.

Posted on 2017-06-27 at 23:20:13.

Topic: Prometheans Reboot (Closed)
Subject: Did I miss the original game?


I don't remember when you did this before, Eol. I also don't want to plaster my ugly mug across every game so I'm not going to just jump in and be like, "Pick me! Pick me!" Other players should get the chance to participate first. But if it gets to a point where you need a player, let me know.

Posted on 2017-06-27 at 23:14:06.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: There's Willow!


That was nice to see.

Posted on 2017-06-27 at 10:25:23.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I've posted... things that were already sticky just got stickier.


I have posted a rather hurried post (my apologies) with permission from Olan to carry the story forward. Have at it!

Posted on 2017-06-26 at 18:44:03.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: I am NOT taking over the game... This is posted with permission from Olan.


Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Shuttle Sierra One - 11:10


Addressing Nurse Toriak, Lt. Reid states, "I regret having to think this way but I have encounter extremist before. I as I see it this was a small crew on a suicide mission to enflame conditions and ensure war instead of peace..as long as they are still alive they will continue to try and achieve their goal, If they were to overpower us and us a Federation craft to attack, even a shuttle, it would enflame conditions perhaps beyond repair. We are not facing a noble foe. We do not have the chance to search and disarm them. I must consider yours and the mission's safety before the discomfort of the survivors. This is not a humanitarian mission. Our main goal is to identify who made the attack. The why of it will have to come with further investigation. No offence, Toriak, but I'd rather have one more security crewman over a nurse."

PO Tolaris pauses in his programming and swivels in his chair to better face the lieutenant while, true to Vulcan form, Toriak appears to take no offense from the mission lead's comments. "Additionally, sir. The confines of this vessel will severely restrict their movement. Strictly speaking," the Vulcan transporter specialist tilts his head to the left in an attempt to affect some appearance of humanity, "the captain would not have likely sent a shuttle—heavy though it may be—manned by a mere four Starfleet personnel to retrieve five terrorists if he thought them dangerous still."

John addressed the transporter specialist, "PO, the Captain sent nearly the equivalent of two of his four security team on this mission. That alone shows me his concern. Nearly half of Peregrine's security is out here to identify and bring back these survivors. That is significant."

Tolaris considered the Lieutenant's comments then replied, "The transporter sensors will automatically detect any harmful substances such as those that would be used in an explosive device and if it will ease your concern, I can retain the life forms' biosignature in the transporter buffers long enough to perform a full scan of the molecular data. Should there be any sign of weaponry within their signature, we can address the situation at that time."

"Now that's why I asked for a transporter specialist. You know best what you can do with these beams. If that can be done then make it so." John nods to the PO.

"Perhaps," Toriak adds, "we can erect a level two force field encompassing the latter three quarters of the shuttle. If you and I, sir, move up against the backs of the front seats we might be able to create a limited simulation of a brig cell to contain any potential threat while we further assess the life forms' condition."

"That's a good thought," John acknowledges. "But just a meter beyond the platform should due. If what Tolaris says is how things work then containment to just beyond the transporter platform should due. If after they are all retrieved, they can be isolated and confined. If nothing else they will be restrained to the bulkhead."

"A decision bettuh be made soon," Megan quips, "we've no' much time left before we come within range o' the Stormspike."

"It's done pilot. Time for you and Tolaris to work your magic. Security, weapons on stun, if they make any aggressive moves take no chances and put them down."

As the Sierra came into transporter range Tolaris runs his scan and locks on to the survivors, "Sir, engaging transporter."

The shimmer of the beams filled the transport platform as the first survivor was pulled to shuttle. Nearby, Crewman Toriak turns and uses the computer panel behind his head to activate the forcefield.

"No weapons or categorically dangerous chemicals appear to be present that cannot be filtered out by the transporter, sir." Tolaris keeps his eyes on the controls in front of him balancing the aliens' molecular matter in the buffer cells. "Shall I continue to transport?"

(OOC: Assuming John will give permission.)

"Acknowledged," PO Tolaris runs his fingers along the sliding control and the beams begin to take shape, eventually completely materializing behind the forcefield Toriak has erected.

There are five beings in burnt and damaged clothing of simple make. Tunics of varying shades and earthen hues worn over breeches and knee-high boots. By clothing alone the beings are unidentifiable. There's no hiding the skin tone though. Orange to reddish brick in color with a ridged heads that are partially bald and varying lighter colors of singed hair, these are definitely Rytaini.

"Life signs are stable," Toriak frowns. "Except for one. Sir, I need to drop the force field to save this man's life." The nurse's request is immediately followed by a dead tone and the Vulcan raises his eyebrows in question.

"Where,?" One of the new shuttle occupants raises his head and stares with hollow ruddy brown eyes at the Starfleet personnel in confusion. Then, his eyes widen and he barks, "For strength and honor!" He immediately slides the forefinger and thumb of his right hand into his belt. Somewhere between coughing and unconsciousness, all but one of the others repeat, "Strength and honor," and reach into their belts as well.

(OOC: Assuming John orders dropping the forcefield.)

When the order comes through hot on the heels of Toriak's request, the force field is dropped. Security stand at ready, pulse rifles held to at the ready, unsure of how to handle the captives' actions. Nurse Toriak immediately slips past the barrel of a rifle and drops next to the motionless Rytainian, medical tricorder in hand.

"Do not move!" one of the security personnel growls, but Toriak isn't paying attention as to who.

Scanning the prisoner, Crewman Toriak keeps the frown on his face. The results aren't promising. Brain damage and multiple internal hemorrhages have already killed the man. If they were back on the Peregrine, there might be a chance of reviving the terrorist, but here,? Not a chance.

"Drop it!" Another voice yells and there's commotion all about Toriak as the security personnel take action.

"Crewman Toriak to the Peregrine. Lock onto my signal and transport one Rytaini immediately to sickbay."

(OOC: Assuming John is giving orders and taking action, I'm going to be kind of vague.)

PO Tolaris turns in his chair to watch the drama unfold and see if he needs to participate in the mayhem. Charred and injured, the Rytainian terrorists produce small, white pills from their belts and are rapidly placing them in their mouths, chewing, and swallowing. Gold shirted crewmen fire weapons set to stun, others just leap forward and try to manually pry the pills from the aliens' mouths. Toriak's transporter request activates around the body of the Rytaini directly in front of him adding to the swirl of motion.

"This one is foaming at the mouth!"

"Here, too!"

Scrambling past the place where the body recently vanished, Toriak retrieves from his flailing bag a physiostimulator, placing it on the convulsing chest of the nearest prisoner while scanning with his medical tricorder. He can see the others thrashing about as the drug they've ingested takes effect, but is helpless to stop the results. The physiostimulator activates and the body jerks more violently, back arching against the charge only to drop to the floor once more. The Rytainian's eyes roll back into his skull and his head twists with such violence that the Vulcan can hear the snapping of the man's neck. Returning to his bag, Toriak retrieves another device and like an entertainer at a table, swiftly replaces the physiostimulator with the protodynoplaser. He drops the tricorder and uses his left hand to hold the shoulder down while he runs the protodynoplaser across the dying man's throat. The device's chirping grows louder.

"This one's gone," a worried voice reports.

"We've lost another."

"Stunning them did nothing to stop the spread of that poison," PO Tolaris' calm voice reports.

"It is a very concentrated dose delivered through nanotechnology that shoots through the system at an accelerated pace," Toriak replies, dropping back on his haunches and allowing his hands to fall into his lap. "This one is dead as well. There was nothing I could do."

"The transporter did not show the pills as dangerous. Interesting." Tolaris returns to his console to study the report.

"It likely wouldn't," Toriak begins putting his tools away. "The tricorder shows that this blend of chemicals is biological and specifically designed to work with the Rytainian biology. As there were no Rytaini aboard this vessel at the time of the transport, the computer would not have quarantined the pills."

"Well," Megan coughs. "As excitin' as tha' was, I'm showin' the Coronado movin' int' attack position. Yer orders, sir?"

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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge - 11:10



"Sir," Dio leans into his console and then looks back at Silas. "We've just received a Rytaini in sickbay at Crewman Toriak's request. The crewman is with the heavy shuttle." His board beeps again drawing his attention back to his screen. "Reports from the shuttle indicate that they retrieved the five survivors from the Stormspike but all of them have died."

"All but the one transported to my sickbay, Mr. Lasad," Dr. Moore corrects with her brisk accent. "If you'll excuse me, I believe that I am needed below."

As the Chief Medical Officer makes her way to the turbolift, Dio raises his eyebrows and settles back in his chair. "It would appear that she is correct, sir. Reports from sickbay indicate that they've been able to revive the patient.

Chief Science Officer Sh'iroalnas hastens a glance over her shoulder at the hubbub taking place behind her. Her scans are showing that the Stormspike is in serious duress and there's a high percentage chance that explosion is imminent. She's looking for a place in the conversation to insert her discovery.

"Captain," Lt. Lasad declares in unison with Lt. Berk. "The Coronado is not drawing off. It is continuing its attack run."


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Posted on 2017-06-26 at 18:42:56.
Edited on 2017-06-30 at 16:25:30 by Bromern Sal

 


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