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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Should I be concerned?


I mean, c'mon now. Where are the posts? Has everyone had enough 'Punk? Game over? Pull the plug? Die already?

Posted on 2016-08-10 at 21:20:41.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: So very glad...


Asovil will be glad she arrived after the uniforms and dustbuster phasers were spaced. I have a vision of an entire starship full of naked lifeforms running to their replicators in a panic.

And, I'm voting for kilts! So, airy. Nothing quite like that fresh Highland morn' t' get ya goin' fer the day! BRISK, I TELL YA!

Posted on 2016-08-10 at 21:18:51.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Is it true?


El Capitan has emerged!

Posted on 2016-08-08 at 20:05:06.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Meeting the inlaws...


Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday)
USS Peregrine - Science Lab 1, Deck 4 - 1400

Surprise inspections are the thing of nightmares for the unprepared. The Andorian Imperial Guard teaches guardsmen to be prepared for anything. Not being prepared teaches harsh lessons to the recruit. Asovil still remembers witnessing the first and only dressing down she had ever received. Scars can be physical, spiritual, and mental. Andorian instructors are adept at delivering all three with one swift kick resulting in a lifetime memory of correction and humiliation that cures any future mistakes.

Transferring from the School of Arts and Sciences to the Imperial Guard, some would say was an improbable and complete opposite career path. Others said that she was going to fail outright. But there are things that drive people to do the impossible--even that which they don't originally think they can accomplish. Experiences such as that lace her life and firmly establish a belief that trials and perceived insurmountability are the forges through which hardened steel is crafted. As a Starfleet officer, junior though she is, she must be that catalyst in her subordinates' lives. This is why the newly appointed science officer had not informed any of the crew within her department that she was on the way after she had deemed it no longer necessary to remain on the bridge.

Asovil Sh'iraolnas doesn't know why the previous department head was arrested and she isn't even sure that knowledge will do anything to change her approach. For all the highly intelligent Andorian knows, the science crew was party to their officer's misbehavior, perhaps even culpable. Yes, Starfleet had only arrested Lt. Thorlesen, or whatever his name is (Asovil doesn't care to expend the mental energy to remember the criminal's name), which would indicate that they have not yet found evidence to incriminate any others. That evidence has not been found only means that their investigation may not have turned anything up yet. Experience on board the Equinox makes the lieutenant, junior grade, fully aware that ship life means close quarters and little in the way of secrets. At least someone in the department knows, and knew, about the illegal activity. Asovil is determined to remedy the lackadaisical and overly familiar behavior she suspected was prevalent to invite such activities.

Purposeful and commanding, Asovil strides into Science Lab 1 and stops abruptly just as the door slides shut behind her. The room before her is deep and wide with work tables, computer screens, and various experiments being monitored across live feeds networking together many of Starfleet's science labs, not just the ones on board the ship. This arrangement is no different than what had been set up on the Equinox and is a particularity within Starfleet that Asovil quite enjoys. The networking brings together a community of scientists from all over the quadrant to share theories and refine project findings. Respect amongst scientists means that rarely, if ever, are any works plagiarized or stolen.

Two humans are present in this lab which tells the lieutenant, junior grade, that the others are spread throughout the other labs. One of those present wears a single gold pip on her collar. Of a slightly smaller than average height for human females, this one wears her blond hair tied up and out of the way. The other is a male with black hair retreating from his face as though in a race to make it to the back of his neck. Skin appearing loose about his jowls does nothing to improve his apparent lack of poor genetics and he sports a pot belly like a four month pregnant Farengi. Both look startled and while the woman pulls herself together with haste, the male continues to stand mouth agape, his unfortunately shaped upper body turned towards Asovil at the waist while his legs remain facing forward, bent slightly at the knees, ready to leap like an Andorian Snow Springer.

"Ensign Maize," the senior officer assumes crisply. "I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Asovil Sh'iraolnas, the new science officer for this ship. I believe you are my second?"

"Why, yes, I am."

"Sir." Asovil adds beginning a slow stroll clockwise about the lab.

"Excuse me?" Dalia blinks in confusion.

"You may address me as sir or lieutenant as I am your superior officer and that is my rank." The Andorian paused and bent slightly to intently study a small Vulcan beetle encased in a ten centimeter circumference covered bin.

"Yes, sir." Ensign Maize's icy response falls cold on Asovil's ears. Not at all displeased, the Andorian resumes her snail pace walk.

"And who are you Crewman?" Lt. Sh'iraolnas pauses long enough to direct her sapphire gaze upon the still posed jackrabbit of a man.

"Crewman Thomas Petra? Um, sir?"

"You might want to double check that, Crewman."

"Uh, why, uh, sir?"

"Because you seem unsure."

Thomas spit an awkward laugh through his lips and relaxed his stance. "Oh, no. I know who I am. You just--I mean, I was just--well, see? It's just that--"

"Never mind," Asovil returns to her cursory inspection. The lab is actually in really good order for a department headed up by a criminal.

"Welcome aboard, sir," Ensign Maize has recovered enough to attempt a save by turning her superior officer's attention from the bumbling man. "I wasn't aware as of yet that Lt. Tesenblen's replacement had been selected. I apologize that we aren't all here so I could introduce the team."

"I would imagine that with the ship under way and no senior officer assigned, you had been looking forward to the responsibilities of department head." The lieutenant stopped in front of an array of screens with vital project information for various projects grouped into color coded boxes and began processing the data. "I'm sorry to disappoint."

"No, sir," the ensign hurriedly attempts to recover from the perception that she might be making a power play. "It was nothing like that."

Walking the floor again, Asovil spares Ensign Maize and the foolish Petra a patronizing gaze. "Of course not."

"I was merely stating that everyone in the department would have been here to greet you, is all." The ensign's hurried explanation is a sure sign that whatever recovery she had mad is no lost.

"Be that as it may," Sh'iraolnas runs the fingers of her left hand lightly across the rim of another clear container bearing some plant form the Andorian is not familiar with. "I've familiarized myself in a cursory manner with many of the priority projects within this department. I've read the crew files--those currently not sealed, that is. And I've read a number of Lt. Thorelsun's logs."

"Lt. Tesenblen, sir." Dalia politely offers, but Asovil has purposefully mispronounced her predecessor's name this time hoping to determine how deep this woman's loyalties lie. It is the Andorian's opinion that when faced with a rigid and obviously antagonistic superior officer a person would allow a little mistake such as the calling of a person by the wrong name to slide. Unless the individual doing the correcting felt loyalty towards the person whose name was mistaken, that is.

"Ah, yes," Asovil allows a small smile to creep up on her dark blue lips. "So it is. I apologize.

"There's little time left in Alpha Shift, so I expect everyone will understand that we will be pulling late hours tonight. I want to meet with everyone individually, Mr. Maize." Lt. Asovil Sh'iraolnas stops her stroll of the lab in front of the closed door to her new office. "Starting with the crewmen and ending with you, please."

Having given the order, Asovil turns and strides into the barren office, the turning of her stomach becoming more pronounced the further from the initial confrontation she grows. Sevar would likely have pulled something like what she just went through off much smoother than she. He had been born into this role; Asovil merely claws her way through each encounter with fierce verocity.

Posted on 2016-08-08 at 00:28:02.

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


Brennus, so long as the side plot doesn't deviate personnel from the main plot (read, we've suddenly been attacked by the Borg or sucked into a wormhole), you should be fine. As a matter-of-fact, you're encouraged to do so and even include other departments so that other players can be involved in RP. Just be aware of dates and time so you're not posting conflicts.

Posted on 2016-08-07 at 13:16:42.

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


Hey, Choombas!

I've got duties pertaining to my collarboy side of life pretty much all next week. This means that I'll likely not post for the week (though I may surprise you).

This should give you all plenty of time to get nice posts in place yourselves. I'm counting on it, as a matter-of-fact.

Posted on 2016-08-06 at 20:58:45.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yup. Me too.


Right back atcha, Eol.

I could use a recap too, Ody.

And Boo, I say post getting Thorson stable and the rapid transfer base side. There's no reason not to. For the sake of Yanamari's pending return, you could leave places for her to insert instruction, orders, or other interactions, but I'd say don't tie yourself up. Or... or, you could just post a few hours ahead after the ship is under way if you feel uncomfortable about taking liberties in sickbay.

Just my thoughts.

Posted on 2016-08-06 at 20:55:51.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I'll post ahead later. I'll also try to get more interaction with other PCS then.


I have posted with Asovil's perception of events on the bridge.

Posted on 2016-08-06 at 15:45:35.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: I'll post ahead later. I'll also try to get more interaction with other PCS then.


Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Bridge
"Requesting permission to take the Science con, sir," Asovil does her best to make a quick assessment of the lieutenant sitting in the Captain's Chair. It strikes her as unusual that the Trill's rank isn't higher in order to be commanding a ship. Her rank disparity in being over a science department on a starship is excused because of the unimportant nature of the position on board an escort vessel, but she believes that the position of Captain should at least be held by an officer of higher regard.

"Permission granted, Lt Sh'iraolnas," the man says, rising from the chair and gesturing to SCI 1, "Welcome aboard the Peregrine. Our apologies for the rather sudden and frantic nature of you're joining us."

Exacting a nod of compliance, the Andorian looked towards the station that the lieutenant indicated and makes her way to stand in front of it. Chairs are for more constant bridge presences, and the lack of a chair at SC1 is another reminder of the value placed on her department.

"Base Ops on screen."

Asovil glances at the view screen when the captain gave his orders, but quickly decides she has no stock in what's about to take place. Returning her attention to the console, the science officer punches in her authorization code (such a designator follows the individual through their assignments in Starfleet) and is relieved to find that Ops had already managed to provide her with the accesses due her position.

"Lt Tochi Zai of the USS Peregrine, here," the captain says once the screen flares to life. "What can we do for you, Chief?"

Lt. Sh'iraolnas deftly works the SC's controls and pulls up the department's roster.

"Uh, Peregrine, has the timetable for your departure changed? We're showing a request for accelerated off-cycling from ESM and boarding gantries have been been red-lined."

"Negative, Chief," Zai replies with a conciliating smile, "Our timetable is exactly as logged. We're simply pulling the umbilicals early as Engineering wanted to ensure integrity and efficiency of some new life-support modules before we left spacedock. Those diagnostics can't be performed in External Support Mode."

Reviewing the assembled dossiers, Asovil pays partial attention to the conversation taking place. Cross training is encouraged, but rarely is there time for more than a cursory education on other departments and their procedures. The Andorian has only marginal knowledge of the decoupling procedure. She takes minor consolation at the chief's concern seeing how the rush order had caused her introduction to the Peregrine to be less than dignified. She knows how starship crews talk and it is likely that the ridiculous display she had been forced into was already the talk of the ship. Though, the abrupt removal of the previous science officer might take precedence. That's all she needs, multiple black marks against her and her department before she even knows what their assignment is.

"Acknowledged, Lieutenant," the chief acquiesced. Then, "Thank you for the clarification. We'll go ahead and up the off-cycle and disengage the gantries."

"Much appreciated, Chief," Tochi replies and the transmission ends.

Operations then prompts, "The Coronado, sir?"

"On screen, Mr Moriden."

Digging deeper into the personnel files, Asovil attempts to access her predecessor's. Access Denied A frown sets upon her lips. Whatever he had done, Starfleet wasn't about to share. She will have to find out from her new crewmen.


"Commander Farr." the friendly tone of Lt. Tochi's greeting draws her attention from her investigation to the image of the officer on screen, and then back to the captain's pleasant smile. "So nice of you to call. What can we do for you?"

Is there some past liaison between these two? Asovil attempts to read the commander's expressions.

"Oh," Cmdr Farr is obviously surprised. The expression on her face seems to waiver somewhere between uncertainty and relief for a moment and then she, too, smiles. ",Good afternoon, Lt Zai. I was expecting to speak to your commanding officer,"

Commanding officer? Asovil glances back to Lt. Tochi. Perhaps she has misjudged...

"We're sorry, Commander," Tochi smiles, taking yet another step closer to the viewscreen, "Captain Drake is currently occupied with personnel matters and unavailable. Is this something that I might be able to address for you?"

That's right! Asovil closes her sapphire eyes and silently berates herself. Memory of a Captain Drake begins to creep back into the forefront of her usually sharp mind. She now remembers reading that Drake, not Tochi, captained the Peregrine.

"Well," Commander Farr's smile falters just a bit and her gaze ticks somewhat apprehensively to a point just offscreen for a flicker of a second, when she returns her attention to Zai, the smile stabilizes a bit but her voice seems softer, "I was directed to contact Captain Drake but I'm sure you could,"

At that moment, a sever looking human male appeared in frame and not a second afterwards that his glowering visage all but eclipses the decidedly more pleasant countenance of the commander. Turning her attention to Lt. Tochi, Asovil noted his smile change from charming to professionally pleasant.

"Where is Commander Drake, Lieutenant," the officer oppressing the viewscreen demands. The scientist in Asovil taking over, she's now content to put her investigation into her department on hold in order to ascertain the nuances of the relationships between these two ships' personnel.

"Good afternoon, Captain Jacobs," Tochi smiles cooly, subtly stepping back a pace from the viewscreen. "As we were just relating to Cmdr Farr, sir, Captain Drake, is in his Ready Room dealing with some sudden and, frankly, quite unexpected personnel transfers. Being indisposed as he is, the Captain has given us leave to address any concerns you may have. Unfortunately, your XO had yet to broach that particular subject before we were interrupted,"

Asovil notes the use of the word "us" in the XO's explanation and files it away for future inquiry. She is aware of Trill symbiotic relationships, but has never before had the opportunity to study the phenomenon up close.

Jacobs' lips purse and his eyes narrow as if he just ingested a mouthful of acid or, at the very least, bile.

",What might I assist you with, sir?"

Asovil finds the officer on screen's demeanor interesting and concludes that he is an elitist. She is all too familiar with elitists amidst ranking officers. That is the modus operandi for Andorian Imperial Guardsmen.

"I have been informed, Lieutenant, that the Peregrine has escalated her separation routine," the Coronado's captain says once he convinces himself to address a mere lieutenant, "No scheduling changes have been authorized. What is going on aboard that ship, Mister Zai?"

Tochi allows his smile to melt from pleasant to vaguely patronizing before he answers and Asovil realizes that the Trill is playing a game of cat and mouse, as the humans say.

"As we said," Lt. Tochi replies. "And are certain that you are aware, sir; we have had a rapid influx and outflow of personnel since our arrival at Starbase 118." The Andorian briefly wonders just how many of the Peregrine's crew had been rifled. "Most of them critical department heads and/or command staff." Enlightened, Asovil now wonders why. Perhaps there's more going on aboard the Peregrine than first meets the eye. "In light of these unexpected developments and given that Captain Drake has given me command of the bridge while he addresses them, we have elected to lock our doors and accelerate our separation from the stations umbilicals in order to avoid any further interruptions and complications,"

Asovil Sh'iraolnas has suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, received an explanation for her rush order. She ponders the information for a moment and determines that she is the unfortunate recipient of the ill-advised decision to wait until the last possible moment to come on board. No one made the decision to try and embarrass her because of what they'd discovered about her and why she was assigned to the Peregrine. Such pondering affords her little comfort and doesn't remove the sting accompanying her inglorious entrance, but it allays suspicions and that, to her, is something.

",Only our routine has been upticked, Captain Jacobs," Tochi reassured the man scowling back at him from the viewer. "Not our schedule. We wouldn't dare leave without you, sir, if that was your concern."

A joint mission with the Coronado and the insufferable P'olnac of a Captain would, at the very least, provide entertainment for the scientist in the variety taking place then and there.

Jacobs' scowl etches itself even deeper into his face amidst a ruddy complexion fired by indignation. "Don't condescend to me, Zai," he snaps.

"No condescension intended, sir," Tochi lies smoothly, bowing his head a bit to sweeten the sale, "Our apologies if,"

"You tell Commander Drake," Jacobs intrudes, "to contact me immediately, Lieutenant!"

"Aye, sir," Tochi responds crisply, once more offering a slight bow of the head, "we will be sure that Captain Drake contacts you at his earliest conven--"

Jacobs turns his head and the viewscreen abruptly goes dark.

"--ience."

The Trill's smile morphs again, though, the exact nature of what colored it this time might have been a little ambiguous. Was it satisfaction? Asovil wonders if he feels that he had won that particular conflict. In her experience, antagonizing a superior officer rarely resulted in anything good.

"Well," Tochi says from behind his smile, taking another backpedaling step away from the black viewscreen before committing to actually turning around, "that went better than we had imagined it would." As he strides back toward the command chair, the smile still dancing on his lips, he regards the bridge crew and asks; "Now, where were we?"

Lt. Sh'iraolnas looks quietly about the room as a few knowing grins and a stray snicker follow the Peregrine's XO back to the Captain's Chair.

"Ah, yes," he says, glancing again at Lt. Moriden after a quick perusal of the chrono. "Advise our guests that we will be departing in twenty minutes or less and, if they would care to join us on the bridge at that time, they would be more than welcome."

"Aye, aye, sir," Moriden grin.

Guests? Asovil turns slowly back to her console and wonders about gain at their mission while she brings up the science officer logs. A number have been sealed, but the majority are open allowing the newly appointed science officer to begin educating herself on the previous and current projects within her department.

Posted on 2016-08-06 at 13:22:25.

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


It's not the length of the thing, it's how you use it.

Sorry. I couldn't resist (That's what she said).



Posted on 2016-08-05 at 18:56:45.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Welcome back!


Asovil is on the bridge! Woot!

Posted on 2016-08-05 at 12:56:32.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: I have arrived!


Stardate 2365.02.08
SB18; Temporary Starfleet Quarters, Deck 15 - 1232

Starfleet bases are always a little stark and sterile, Asovil Sh'iraolnas concludes halfway to the connecting bay door for her new assignment. White and gray bulwarks with blue, gold, or red accents to indicate department affiliation and the kind of lights that pinch a person's eyes if they catch the glare just right seem to be the decorations of choice. This realization doesn't bother the Andorian scientist. It is merely an observation to take her mind off of the pending lackluster duties she already imagines herself doing.

=/= Operations to Lt. Sh'iraolnas. =/=

Allowing her sapphire eyes to turn towards the ceiling as though she might discover the speaker hailing her over the comm badge hiding there, Asovil doesn't miss a stride in her response. She simply taps the badge on her left breast once and then readjusts her dark blue, Starfleet issued bivvy bag which slides a bit off her shoulder with the movement.

"Lt. Sh'iraolnas here."

=/= Peregrine Operations has a rush order for you, Lieutenant. The message is that they are locking down in roughly ninety seconds and that you need to be on board when they do. =/=

"Copy that," Asovil's eyes narrow and she calculates the distance she has remaining against the time it will take to cover it. Polished boot heels clicking beneath her in a practiced run perfected in the Andorian Imperial Guard, the science officer sprints down the corridor with her personal belongings bouncing unceremoniously against her back packed deftly into her bag.

There's no reason that she's aware of for the rush. According to the base operations manifest, there's still close to a half hour before the ship departs. Thundering through the crowded promenade, Asovil juked and cut around surprised and curious traffic a determined expression on her face. On the one hand, the Andorian wonders if there's a sudden emergency that is forcing the Peregrine to embark on her mission early—whatever that mission is. The thought excites her and resurrects ambitions she had held before that fateful day when she'd left the Andorian Imperial Guard. On the other hand, Lt. Sh'iraolnas is forced to consider whether someone on board the Saber class ship has it out for her. Perhaps they know and the unknown antagonist is planning on making her assignment as miserable as possible until she quits. There are few individuals who could accelerate the departure of a ship—"Pardon me," she calls to a stocky human in a civilian's business suit that is knocked aside by her bag as she makes a particularly daring slip between him and a group of socializers blocking the main thoroughfare—The command staff and, perhaps, Starfleet alone could make that particular command happen. Where does the threat lie? Onboard, or higher up?

Ahead, the arched gray portal with the blue gate designation presented above fast approaches and the lithe scientist leans a little further into her sprint. Andorians have a higher metabolic rate than humans, and the sprint is beginning to take its toll. Long distance running was never something that Asovil excelled at. She is better at the sprint, but taking her heavy bivvy bag into consideration and she knows she doesn't have much left in her. It's good then, that the bay door is in sight and achievable. Her eyes widen in incredulous dismay as the door begins to slide downward with the crew beyond oblivious to her rapid approach.

Reaching deep inside, Asovil pulls herself up by the bootstraps and urges her body to draw upon the last of her reserves. She devours the distance like a ravenous targ at a Klingon dinner table. Height becomes an issue as the door descends lower and lower. Mid-stride, the woman removes her bag from her shoulder and using the momentum of the swing, slings it mightily through the door. With barely a meter left before the door closes, the usually dignified Andorian leaps forward and slides underneath the door on her slim belly, arms outstretched before her, the heels of her highly polished boots clipping the door on her way through.

Sliding to a stop, Asovil allows her forehead to touch the cool floor for a brief moment relief flooding her soul. Then, realizing the picture she must be presenting, she quickly regains her feet, dusts off her black and blue uniform, tugs at the bottom hem of the top to readjust to comfort and presentability. Pushing strands of her white hair from her face and pulling some errant and disobedient strands from her dark blue lips, she turns and retrieves her bag from the floor.

"That was, interesting," she grumbles under her breath, her antennae twitching with suppressed emotion.

"I have to agree," the human male standing next to the door sheathes the phaser at his waist and raises his eyebrows at her predicament while trying not to smile at a superior officer's rather undignified entrance. Asovil is sure that he's likely never seen such a display before.

"Lt. Asovil Sh'iraolnas, reporting for duty," she responds a bit acerbically. "No thanks to the rushed departure protocol. What's the hurry, crewman?"

"I'm not sure, Lieutenant," the blonde man replied while visibly adjusting his disposition to one of all business. He wears a gold and black uniform and Asovil immediately places him in Security.

"Well, where am I supposed to go from here?" she looks away from his uncomfortable face and about the bay witnessing the fast approach of human female also wearing a gold and black uniform. Her flushed face showed a faint hexagonal patterning just beneath the surface that momentarily intrigues the Andorian, but only momentarily. Annoyance at the way she is being treated quickly squashes her curiosity.

"I'll show you to your quarters, Lieutenant, sir," the woman descended on Asovil's position in flushed haste. "Petty Officer Tara Palmer, sir. I have to apologize for my tardiness. I'm afraid we were just informed of your arrival."

"Just?" Asovil narrowed her eyes. She has been in possession of her orders for the better part of the day. "How is that possible?"

"I—uh, let's walk, Mr. Sh'iraolnas," Mr. Palmer holds her hand out back in the direction she'd just come from, through the busy bay where personnel were scurrying about preparing for decoupling procedures. Asovil doesn't offer a reply, but starts walking allowing the petty officer to fall in beside her.

"Well?" the irritated Andorian looks askance of her escort out of the corner of her still narrowed eye after they'd exited the bay and proceeded down the hall a ways.

"There's been a number of reassignments that have strained my department, sir." Tara replies with a slight frown that Asovil interprets as worry. "Yours was communicated to me with just enough time for me to greet you when I did."

"And what happened to the previous Science Officer?"

"He—uh, well—he had to leave rather quickly," Palmer struggles through the explanation.

"A family emergency? Special assignment? What's the state of the department that I'm walking into, Mr. Palmer?"

"No, none of those things," Tara sighs. "I suppose you'll find out sooner rather than later anyway. It's not like there wasn't some spectacle involved.

"Lt. Tesenblen was arrested by Starfleet and removed from the ship with a good portion of his botanical lab. I don't know any more detail than that, sir. But I'm sure the Captain will. He'll want to meet with you soon, I'd imagine."

"I don't have a briefing scheduled with the captain yet?" Asovil is shocked. Surely protocol must be followed!

"Not yet," Tara looks like she wishes she could fade away, the octagonal vein patterning shows up in her cheeks again.

"Fine." Lt. Sh'iraolnas shakes her head and purses her lips. "I suppose Lt. Tesenblon's—" "Tesenblen, sir."—"Fine, Tesenblen—I don't suppose his quarters have been readied for me yet. You can see that my bag is delivered to the quarters. I'll be attending the bridge science station as we depart."

"Yes, sir."

Asovil hoists the heavy bag from her shoulder and delivers it to the apologetic petty chief. Stopping in the middle of the corridor, she looks left, then right, searching for the nearest lift.

"It's that way, sir." Tara points.

Minutes later, Asovil steps foot on the bridge of the Peregrine for the first time. The Saber class vessel's bridge layout is familiar to the Andorian only because she had taken the opportunity to question the ship's computer about it on her way up.

"Requesting permission to take the science con, sir!" Asovil barks as she steps from the elevator and stands at rigid attention, her antennae pressing forward with anticipation of the response from the Trill seated in the captain's chair.

Posted on 2016-08-05 at 12:50:47.
Edited on 2016-08-05 at 19:07:36 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Why, thank you!


I figured I'd veer away from my usual preferences for characters seeing how I am picking up the role of a science officer (also not my usual choice). I hope she entertains sufficiently.

I, too, will have another post up shortly working with that silverscreen woosh concept.

Posted on 2016-08-04 at 19:15:05.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Consider this a sidebar...


Stardate 2365.02.08
SB18; Temporary Starfleet Quarters, Deck 15 - 1230

To like one's assignment is to be content and contentment leads to complacency. These are the teachings of Duelist Bal Th'shahros and they speak to the heart of Andorian principles. Asovil remembers being inundated with the teachings of Duelist Bal Th'shahros from the time she could understand what her older brothers educators were speaking about. Some of the fondest memories she has involved being chased from the classroom for being a nuisance to Sevar, and then to Tethaas when he came of age. It wasn't until she had entered the classroom herself that the importance of the solemn attention to education was drilled home. And oh how that attentiveness had paid off. At least, until now.

Asovil Sh'iraolnas' temporary bunk was on the outer mezzanine, a privilege afforded officers and dignitaries. While being a junior grade lieutenant usually would have still placed her in an interior facing room, she had been bumped up to an exterior position due to amount of traffic the starbase was experiencing and the number of enlisted personnel that were currently aboard. The operations officer who had issued her assignment hadn't known why she was pending transfer and she hadn't been forth-coming with the information, but she knew she didn't deserve the view. She certainly hadn't earned it.

Space is a cold and unforgiving place to most, but not to her. Asovil liked the cold. Most Andorians did. But Asovil also liked the unknown that Space held, the discovery, the predictable unpredictability of it all. Science had rules, structure, and pattern, but there was still so much to be discovered that there was nothing dry about her work. Passion was the word she would use for it had she any friends to share such thoughts with. Friendship was difficult for Asovil in the more relaxed society of the Federation's Starfleet. The Andorian Imperial Guard had not shown her how to be relaxed. In the face of socializing with fellow Starfleet shipmates, the tall, blue-skinned, antennaed woman often fell short. Even in the privacy of her own quarters she found herself standing at the window in properly pressed pants-uniform (she despised the dress version), her hands clasped firmly into the small of her back, her feet exactly shoulder width apart.

The blue of her uniform played nicely with the softer blue tones of her smooth skin and her shoulder-length white hair fell loose about her neck as though in defiance of her militaristic demeanor. Her brothers had been forced to defend her right to the life of a single woman back home on many an occasion as she was thought to be quite pretty, but she rarely bothered herself with more than making sure her appearance met regulation and reflected well upon her superiors and the organization she represented. This habit was something she picked up back at the Andorian School of Science and Arts and she carries it with her to every new assignment.

The position of her window was placed just so that she could see the rear of the engine lacels belonging to the Peregrine. Glancing down at the PADD in her hand, Asovil reviewed the transfer orders that had finally come through. They hadn't changed. She didn't expect them to. She was to await orders to report to the Peregrine where-upon she would take command of the science department and act as a member of the command staff. Some might think of this as an exciting assignment. Asovil felt it was a slap in the face. After all, she was being reassigned from the Equinox, a Nova-Class science vessel, to the Peregrine; a Saber-Class escort with no real science purpose. She had been relegated to an auxiliary position of little importance from one where she was constantly involved in cutting-edge work. And for what? She still didn't fully understand the reason for her transfer. The circumstances were beyond her logic. The only thing she could do was accept her assignment and turn her skills from scientific pursuits to supporting, what? Supporting what? What exactly did a science officer do on board an escort vessel?

Catching her reflection in the window, Asovil studies the cut of her collar, the one black pip in back of a gold pip that represented her rank, and the frown on her face. She had roughly one half of an hour to report, and she couldn't put the responsibility off any longer. Looking back to the PADD, her brow furrowed at the last line on the orders: Last minute transfer. She hopes that Operations had been made aware of her arrival and that everything was in order. She disliked things that weren't in order.

"Computer," she initiates dryly, only proceeding once the responding beep indicated that the system was awaiting her orders. "Inform the Peregrine that I am on my way. I'll be there in ten-minutes."

Posted on 2016-08-04 at 15:34:29.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Awesome Sauce!


The crew is coming back! Woot. Oh... and I made my introductory post.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Asovil Sh'iraolnas reporting for duty!



Posted on 2016-08-04 at 14:12:21.
Edited on 2016-08-04 at 15:36:12 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I like it!


Thanks for the welcome, Eol, and for the vote of confidence, Ody. I wouldn't deign to take the reins from our fearless leader though. Seeing how the ship is still docked at SB18, my character may be coming aboard through conventional (if somewhat suspicious) means. Perhaps I'll write up a SB18 intro...

Posted on 2016-08-04 at 12:06:11.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I have posted. Yes, it's long.


I hope you enjoy the read.

Now, I left off with actions being needed from everyone before we can proceed. I look forward to everyone posting!

Posted on 2016-08-04 at 11:46:47.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: A couple of Phases...


The Rat Pack Night Club | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 1:36 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)

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"Starlight is out front," Vegas reports. "She says she is not coming in. I have to come out and meet her to receive the goods. The way her message is worded I have no other options." Tipping his hat to those at the table, the suited solo turns to meet their fixer.

Moving quickly, Casino lunges to his feet and grabs his partner's arm. "Vegas, wait hold up. You can't go out front of the club. Those boosters are waiting for you out there and all you'll do is start a gunfight that will draw Starlight in. That will not make her very happy with us at all and that's something we need to avoid. On top of that the drama it will cause for Lady Campbell will be bad for her and her club's rep, and in the end, for us too. We could lose this place as a meeting site and without a doubt, her good will as well. Message Starlight and see if she can meet us in the back or a nearby location first. If not, then we may have to pick them up from her later."

Silently watching the interaction, Fixer nods his agreement to the leather-clad solo's plan.

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The Train | Night City Integrate | Midcity into High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 1:28 AM PST | Combat Phase 4
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)

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"You guys see if you can get that door open when we get there," Ghlahn orders. "And I'll make sure the sec-team leaves us alone long enough for you to do it."

Door security such as the one you are moments away from facing shouldn't be too high-tech. Tunnels such as these are usually owned and maintained by the city with corporations providing the materials and leasing the trains. At least, that's the thought. Night City's budget for securing the maintenance tunnels was—Blossom could hope—far less adequate than a megacorp's. Brown, almond shaped eyes are already searching the poor angles underneath the lone, pale light fixture marking the door for signs of a security panel as she pulls away from Bloodbank's helpful support. If the security is as simple as the wardriver hopes, it could mean a quick routine uplink (hardwired, of course) followed by running a Stealth program to mask her presence and keep additional security programs from initiating, and then putting the Codecracker routine to work.

"Just... Try not to kill them, please!" Bloodbank calls back over his shoulder through his combat mask to the sniper guarding your six. Wrought by reasonable concern over the well-being of the sec-team (after all, they are facing what could be classified as a sealed fate), another thought permeates the med-tech's mind. Reinforcements. Out of the question?

"No, it wouldn't necessarily," Bloodbank silently realizes as his feet pound the cement pathway. "There could very well be guards waiting for us upon our exit from the tunnels. There's absolutely nothing stopping the security team from radioing in backup to wait for us on the streets."

Again, he glances back at the security team trying to deal with the large, unnaturally durable canine contraption. Would the small group of edgerunners fair as well trying to escape another security team? And if so, at what cost of innocent life? They'd have to wander in the tunnels a bit, Bloodbank decided. He knows that the tunnels are all somewhat interconnected, created by the nanobite technology that was released on the city after the Arasaka Nuke leveled it some years ago, and it is possible to pop out somewhere very different from what might be expected. All they really need to do is find the least likely exit point and head in that direction. It will probably add some travel time before they actually arrive at the school, but it is a far preferable event to the violent alternative, at least for the life-conscious medic. Now is not the time to share his thoughts with his allies, he concludes and keeps the plan under his hat for the moment.

Echo shares Bloodbank's concerns, though their unity is as of yet unvoiced. Keeping up with Blossom and the med-tech has been simple even with the extra weight she's carrying for the injured netrunner. Perhaps her athleticism has to do with the way her tribe lives; rough and wild without any of the amenities the cities provide. Speculation on this subject is very much subconscious. For now, the lithe woman is focused on her immediate feelings of guilt over the loss of innocent life.

Reaching out with her free hand, Echo quickly touches both of those running ahead of her on their arms to get their attention. "How much do we know of these tunnels? Do we have a map, or can we pull one up quickly? I'd prefer to avoid any other security folks, if possible. No need to take any other lives if we don't have to, or call more attention to ourselves in the process."

(OOC: Ayrn and Giddy, you may respond, but I'm moving you forward to try and keep pace with the other group.)

Looking back over his shoulder and through the slightly shaded optics shield of his battle mask, Ghlahn confirms that the sec-team is still very much engaged with the Hellhound Blossom released on them.

The rush of the train has past, but the tunnel still carries the whoosh of wind as a loud roar further ahead. Ghlahn's timed glance catches the sec-team member holding the man M'harú Ghlahn had shot in the head struggle to land a shot resulting in sparks flying from the wall over the shoulder of the construct. The beast responds by clawing at the team member directly in front of it, connecting, and turning the man's right leg to the side with the force of the blow. Twisting from the impact, the soldier attempts to fire with his submachine gun upon his attacker, but the Hellhound ducks under the shot and the rounds are lost somewhere in the tunnel. Ducking under the gunfire puts the construct directly in the line of fire of the last standing, black-clad soldier and the rolling flames across the side of the beast's face are momentarily disrupted with penetrating rounds.

(OCC: End Combat Phase 4, Begin Combat Phase 5 - I'm taking the liberty of moving you forward a bit to resolve to a point where interaction and decisions are more necessary.)

Sounds of combat fill the tunnel now. Full-auto from the submachine gun of a desperate sec-team cuts through the shadow-filled channel followed by the ominous whistling of ricocheted bullets. Blossom slides in front of the door having already located the card reader security panel in her run. Again, casting a look backward, Ghlahn sees that the second sec-team on the platform has moved in to reinforce the first, but it is obvious to him that their immediate attention is on the Hellhound. The distance puts a shot at about long range; not something that intimidates the solo, but because of the two teams' lack of focus on them there's no need to waste a round so he takes holsters his handgun and in one smooth motion, rolls the Nomad .44 Mag from his back to a ready position, taking aim back the way you had just come.

The soldier directly in front of the Hellhound dodges a mean swipe at his head by mere centimeters. The security guard behind him ejects his magazine and retrieves a full one from his vest, slamming it into position and chambering the first round. Meanwhile, the agent directly in front of the Hellhound, the one who had just dodged an attack by the skin of his teeth, has apparently had enough and unloads his weapon directly into the construct's head. Bullets shred the nanite construction and find their way directly into the mindcore. A small explosion occurs and the remaining nanodust falls limply into a pile of drifting, dead technology at the team's feet.

Everyone has arrived at the door, but the construct is destroyed and though the first sec-team has experienced some casualties, there is now a second who has joined them. It looks like the party isn't over yet.

(OOC: End Combat Phase 5, Begin Combat Phase 6)

Gunfire is coming your way in the form of a tight three-round burst from near the gate. Supercharged reflexes and enhanced optics warn Ghlahn of the projectile's impending impact. It's barely enough warning for him to move his head to the left and allow the weaponsfire to pass by with a song. Bloodbank, standing just behind the sniper, is lucky enough to have turned just at that moment and the rounds also miss him.

Hologram-projected light keyboard with wardriver shortcodes and key assignments erupts from the NuCybe bracer Blossom wears on her left hand. With her right, the netrunner is already snaking the interface cable she'd used to attempt the gate security into the bottom port of the panel. Almost at the same time, the Subvision Viewscreen® leaps to life in front of her star-shaped sunglasses for her eyes only. Vivid rolling gears appear as a wall in front of her. A small identifying program has already run in the background and the fact that she's facing a datawall defense is implanted into her brain.

Posted on 2016-08-04 at 11:38:12.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Awesomeness!


I held off because I only had half of the players posting. I have enough to continue, so I'll do so probably tomorrow.

Posted on 2016-08-03 at 22:53:59.

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


I say that we not wait. Post a continuation and then we can either correct or backpost. And then post for the flight crew!rnrnGlad you're back Boo!rnrnI'm looking forward to when I can get involved. I don't even know how my character is being introduced yet.

Posted on 2016-08-03 at 22:52:44.

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


Count them! Three!

Welcome back, Eol. I hope your trip was as fun as Facebook made it out to be.

Posted on 2016-08-02 at 10:58:23.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I appreciate the post.


Thanks to those who have posted. Where's everyone else's?

Posted on 2016-08-01 at 11:19:00.

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


That's two! Hello from the other side? Where's everyone else?

Posted on 2016-08-01 at 11:18:16.

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


One! We've got one!

¿uno más?

¿dos más?

¿tres más?

Keep 'em coming folks! Reach out to your fellow shipmates and get them to wake from that long sleep!

Posted on 2016-07-29 at 10:39:56.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Greetings! Let's breathe life back into this thing.


I've been hanging in the wings for a while now, reading up on the game's progress and waiting my turn to join. I'm for continuing the game, are you?

Olan has asked me to step in as Chief Science Officer and I am replete with joy and enthusiasm at the invitation. The question is, do we still have a game?

Role-call!

Posted on 2016-07-26 at 10:04:06.

 


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