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Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: Well, crap...


...the night before we're set to start and our cleric drops! 


Anyone interested in picking up the role? Kind of a crucial spot. Post here or PM Olan if you'd like to take a stab at it, huh?


Edit: We landed someone! Thanks for looking and lurking!



Posted on 2024-01-24 at 08:49:31.
Edited on 2024-01-24 at 16:29:44 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Return to Charadun - Q&A
Subject: Skjorn and Vylrad Shadowbeard


The name Skuggattarag – or “Shadowbeard,” if you prefer – is well known and well respected in the Khordal kingdom. It is not entirely clear as to the roots of the surname but there are rumors and bits of evidence to be found in family heirlooms that hint at it being Chakandrum in origins opposed to Khord. The fact that, by and large, the Shadowbeards sport lighter eyes (typically green), skintone, and are taller than the average Khord, supports a commingling of Khord and Chak bloodlines. So, too, does the location of the ancestral home in the Rvisthorn Warren (very near the Chakran Portal) lay credence to the theory. Historically, they have never been a notably large or entirely prosperous clan but, every time the Shadowbeard moniker appears in either the written or spoken lore of the Khordaldrum, it is invariably attached to an individual of no small repute. Throughout the millennia long accounts of the name, Shadowbeard has been peppered liberally throughout the various castes and classes of Khord society – from smiths and clerics to Runemasters and Gemhounds – but it appears most prominently among the ranks of the Spiderguard. In recent generations, Thuldir Shadowbeard and his daughter, Lasnyl, have both served with honor and distinction in the ranks of Khordal’s elite troops. Today, bearing the weight of that tradition rests on the shoulders of Lasnyl’s twin children, Skjorn and Vylrad.


Skjorn, technically the older of the two, is gruff, terse, and fiercely dedicated to honoring his family’s legacy among the Spiderguard by proving himself a skilled and savage fighter. Standing at a height of four feet and seven inches, he is unusually tall as compared to most but is still a stout, barrel-chested bear of a Khord with intense emerald eyes that gleam beneath bushy brows. He sports an immense black beard (shot through with grey) that, through elaborate weaving of the two braids he has earned, is styled into eight sections reminiscent of a spiders’ legs. His head is shaven and tattooed with runes on either side. He wears the thick, black chainmail of the Spiderguard, supplemented by a sturdy banded shield of the same hue. His weapons of choice are the two broad-bladed short spears that he wears on his back when they’re not in active use but he also carries a bearded hand-axe and a dagger in reserve.


Vylrad is decidedly less dour, has a more developed sense of humor, and is arguably more intelligent than her brother, making her much more charismatic than he. She is also a bit shorter and slighter in build than Skjorn and, as a result, quite a bit nimbler, which is likely why she eschews the traditional short-spear and shield combination typical of the Spiderguard. Instead, Vylrad (or simply ‘Vyl,’ as Skjorn tends to address her) keeps her weapons load-out lighter, favoring hand and throwing axes in combat but carrying a dagger and a small hammer, as well, should she find herself in cramped quarters or unable to retrieve her favored blades. She shares many of her brothers features, of course, from the green eyes and fairer skin tone so uncommon amongst the Khordaldrum to the ebon hair of her head and beard, though she tends to dye the grey streaks with red and sports a few more piercings than Skjorn. She, too, sports runic tattoos on the shaven sides of her head but her eyes gleam with mirth rather than the intensity that burns behind her brother’s.


((All credit to Meri for the following tale...))


The Story of Dagur Theiden


(Or How the Shadowbeard Name Came From Charadun to Khoralis) 


A great many years ago in Khoralis a dwarf was passing through his life in an ordinary fashion. Like many in his family the rocks had called to him and he had ventured down into the mining tunnels. He had an eye for the rocks that could be culled from the spaces and those that needed to remain in place so that the ceilings of the tunnels remained above their heads and not on their heads. And thus he had created his life, mining out rocks and building strong tunnels for his people. It was a good and honorable life, and one that he and his family could take great pride in. For a long while it seemed that that was all for him, all he would do and all he needed to do. 


However, after a time it seemed that fate had other plans in mind for him. The rocks that had always called to him lost their voices. With all of his years of experience he still performed his duties with the utmost care, no ceilings dropped on their heads. Yet, the joy of the work was gone for him. He toiled through it for years, doing otherwise would bring shame upon his name. Then, one day he heard that in far off Charadun a new vein of ore had been discovered. Again the stones were calling to him, but this time from a great distance. For a year he prepared and then he packed his tools and made the journey off to Charadun to heed this calling. 


The journey proved dangerous, the world outside of Khoralis was a tense stage and he felt the threat of impending danger at every turn. Somehow, though, he managed to reach his destination in one piece. In Charadun he found the stones calling out to him again and began work in their tunnels. 


Dwarves are not known for their friendliness, and so while Dagur proved his usefulness with his chisel in the mines he was not readily accepted into Chakrum society. He found a small apartment in the D’iamum Warren and lived a quiet, if lonely, life there. Little did he know that beyond his tunnels the tension he'd encountered on his way to his new life had finally broken and war was brewing. 


When the orgres first broke into Charadun it was in the halls of Dagum’s own warren that they began their massacre. He was lucky in that he was down in the tunnels that day, searching out a particularly screwy line of ore. By the time the news of the attack had reached him the battle had all but finished. The scene he came back to was one he would never forget. 


The warren had been taken unaware, and the carnage wrought by the ogres was nearly complete. Dagum strode wearily into his new home, stepping over the dead bodies that lay where they had fallen, it was dark as many of the lights had been extinguished in the fray, but it was not silent. Cries from the wounded and the grieving echoed off the damp stone walls of the warren. His heart turned to stone at the sounds and the sights around him. He wasn’t a warrior himself, though, and he trudged back toward his apartment debating his next moves. Before he had a chance to enter his own home a wail of despair rose from the domicile next to his. 


He had seen the young family that lived in that home a few times, the wife had even made a brief offer of friendliness once by leaving a freshly baked loaf of bread on his steps. The husband was a blacksmith if Dagum had heard correctly, and the two of them had a small child toddling around under their feet. Briefly he considered trying to ignore the wails, grief was a personal affair and there was little Dagum could even think of to help soothe it. But, as it went on, he also knew that someone needed to answer it, and that duty fell on him. 


Shuffling his feet Dagum wandered from his door toward the next apartment. The door was open and a faint light from a hearth lit the inside with golden light. A smear of dark blood stained the threshold and made a thick trail into the home. Clearing his throat to announce himself Dagum stepped inside, his feet and his eyes following the trail of blood. It ended just before the glowing fireplace. 


There, in a growing pool of blood lay the father of the home, his arm missing, seemingly wrenched from the socket violently. By the size of the pool Dagum couldn't imagine that he could still be alive. What remained of him was gathered into the arms of his wife, the source of the wailing. 


Awkward, for Dagum had little experience with women beyond his own mother, he tried to approach the wailing woman, tried his best to calm her, to ease her grip on the ever cooling remains of her husband. All of it was to no avail, the woman was beyond reach, whatever she had seen, had experienced, was far too much, and she only continued to cling to the dead man and scream. Out of options, and ideas, Dagum was about to retire from the little house of horror, perhaps see where else he could be of use in this cavern of chaos. He had gotten as far as the door when he remembered something. They had a child. 


He spun on his heel and turned back to look over the room, he gave the woman another chance at coming to, attempting to bring her focus back on the mention of her son. She still would not be swayed out of her grief. His frustration growing, Dagum went to searching through the small apartment for the missing child. 


He searched across the tables and chairs, through the small kitchen, back into the bedroom. He went through cupboards, poked through pans and ruffled through the drapes on the front windows. At last, though, the child was found, sleeping peacefully in an odd juxtaposition to the terror that surrounded him, under his parents bed, a quilt pulled partially off the bed to create a curtain for him to hide behind and a corner for him to curl into. 


Relieved to find him safe Dagum pulled the child out, he couldn’t have been more than five, his bottom still swaddled in training clothes and a set of bright curious green eyes that looked up at Dagum. His relief was quickly replaced with dread, as he realized this child was utterly helpless at this stage and that his parents would be of no use to him. With a hefty sigh Dagum looked at the child, “Look little one,” he explained, “this ain’t no permanent situation. But your mama, well she ain’t gonna be able ta look out for you right now, and I’m imagining you need a change and likely are gonna get hungry at some point. I’ll take you back to my place for now. Gonna need to look for someone else to care for you though, gotta be you got grandparents or some uncle who’d be willing to take you under while this whole thing gets sorted out, right?” Of course the babe only stared up at him and chewed on his fingers. 


Three Months Later


Dagum readjusted the pack on his back, felt a small tug on a braid in his hair and turned to glance over his shoulder at the child bundled down into the pack. Despite his best efforts to find a family member, or a friend, or really anyone who was willing to take on the burden of raising the child, he had not been able to do this. There had been so much lost in that initial attack, and more followed it. Death was everywhere, even the child’s own mother, after a month of screaming and refusing to eat, had died. After many long nights laying awake, the boy tucked in at his side, Dagum knew that his best choice was to leave. He was no warrior and while they would need help in maintaining strong tunnels he knew they had others to do this, and the thought of the boy tugged at him. 


Barar Shadowbeard, he had learned the child’s name along the way, was the last of his line it seemed. The threat of having him slaughtered in the war was too great a burden for Dagum to carry. So after taking care to ensure that his parents were properly buried and that all of their and his affairs that he rightly could handle were handled, he gathered up his things and the boy and began to make the journey back toward his own home. 


“I hear ya, but we just got on the road little sire… can’t be stopping every few miles just because your tummy rumbled…” Dagum said to the lad, gave him a reassuring pat on his bottom and then continued on, “We’ll break soon enough, and in a few days you’ll be at my home. It will all be alright, lad. Never thought I’d have any children of my own, but here we are. Someday, when it’s safe again, and you’re old enough we’ll journey back, eh? See where you came from and see if there’s anything left to your birthright… one day…” 


It was a promise he made not only to the boy, but to himself. As fate would have it, though, that journey never happened, and Barar grew up with his family name, but under the Theiden household. 


((Meri and I have decided that this is at least part of what motivates Skjorn and Vyl to 'volunteer' for this outing. Making good on a generations old promise from the house that 'saved' their bloodline.))



Posted on 2023-12-08 at 16:12:51.

Topic: Miniature Painting
Subject: Same...


...I haven't necessarily asked for stuff to get started but, after watching Meri bring minis to life all these years (and playing around with Hero Forge), it's possible I might take it up, as well.


 


MENTOR us, O' Mighty Museilicious!!!



Posted on 2023-12-08 at 14:21:17.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: LOL


Yes, he will! Ody's too curious not to wonder!


And,of course I had to say something! You can't just lure a dud into a potentially disturbing situation and not give some kind of warning!


Okay... you can but, at our age, is it truly proper? 



Posted on 2023-11-20 at 21:00:43.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: Be warned, however...


...there may or may not be pants, and butter, and franks above the table...



Posted on 2023-11-20 at 13:52:01.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: Hey there, buddy bear...


...try this link. It worked for me.



Posted on 2023-11-20 at 10:07:16.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: LOL


I remember it like it was yesterday! Still one of my favorite things ever!



Posted on 2023-11-17 at 14:17:06.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject:


Are you denying the wand of dewification?! ?


 



Posted on 2023-11-16 at 21:57:48.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject:


It's not the song, luv... it's Eol that's backwards.



Posted on 2023-11-16 at 18:39:39.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: What I'm really interested in...


...is seeing how Bree styles her beard.


Oh... and whether or not she turns coat and STABS me again! 



Posted on 2023-11-16 at 14:57:36.
Edited on 2023-11-16 at 15:00:14 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: Skjorn Shadowbeard


Alrighty, boss-man, got my rough concept and proposed stats sent your way. Lemme know what else you might need and I'll jump these stumpy little khord legs through some hoops for ya.



Posted on 2023-11-16 at 12:53:30.

Topic: New to the Dragon Inn
Subject: Welcome to the asylum!


Happy to have you! *facelick*



Posted on 2023-11-16 at 09:53:07.

Topic: Return to Charadun - Recruitment
Subject: Vamos ala playa!


Tengo un grande gato en mis pantalones!!!


That's French for count me in.



Posted on 2023-11-15 at 11:25:41.

Topic: D&D Honor Among Thieves, the Movie
Subject: Just watched this...


...and I've gotta say it was an absolute hoot! 


I agree that it was far from a perfect movie and was, in fact, very predictable at times but still a very fun romp! 8/10 facelicks! 



Posted on 2023-05-17 at 12:10:01.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: ...


A first contact scenario could be interesting, imo... Cludge together the most random assortment of crew to send down and say "Hey! We're here to help but you really can't tell anybody... Yes, she's green! Yes, he has spots! Yes that one's blue and breathes via a whackadoo respirator, but I promise we're not gods, just people..."


Edit: Also - racoolemurs!!! I feel I'd be remiss if I didn't make a Mac reference, here!



Posted on 2022-11-17 at 16:03:48.
Edited on 2022-11-17 at 16:08:03 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity
Subject: Can we talk?


Stardate 2365.05.16 16:45


USS Peregrine - Deck 5 - Corridor outside the Armory


LtCdr Zai swept into the corridor, his mind a bit calmer than it had been in the hours since Captain Drake had grounded him, and allowed a faint sigh of relief to whisper over his lips. As soft as that puff of air had been, though, the Trill couldn’t help but notice how quiet the ship had become and, as he pointed his steps toward the turbolift, take note of how heavy that silence was. The collective tension of the crew where this asteroid situation was concerned seemed to permeate the air, giving it an almost palpable weight that he hadn’t experienced since the Chimera incident.  That, compounded by the almost awkward tautness between himself and Cali just moments ago, settled on his shoulders like a metric tonne of dilithium and neither a shake of his head nor a stiffened rolling of his shoulders seemed capable of shaking it loose.


What the frill were you thinking, Tochi, he sighed inwardly, trying his best not to cast a glance back at the Armory’s door. Despite the scuttlebutt about you on this boat, what happened with Kennedy is not your typical approach. Self-chastisement over the encounter aside, Zai couldn’t say that he hadn’t enjoyed the encounter, nor could he deny that he wouldn’t mind if it happened again, but it had been initiated so abruptly and had concluded with an almost clumsy inelegance that it had begun to nag at him. If we are to continue to effectively work with her, he decided as he neared the lift and, simultaneously failed in his attempts not to look back, I suppose she and I are going to have to drag the topic into the proverbial light of day.


As he turned the doors to the armory hissed back open and the object of his thoughts passed through them. Her head was down and she was busy trying to smooth down the crease on the cuff of her uniform. She licked her thumb and then pressed it against the fabric, pinching it between her thumb and finger and trying to reestablish the smooth line that it should be presenting. Tochi tilted his head and watched her, stopping his own feet as he did. The engineer padded closer and he caught the expression on her face, half a scowl written into her lips as she fussed with the cuff. She was within a few paces of him when she at last looked up and found herself staring at the Trill. 


“Bells,” she muttered under her breath and released the cuff. Her eyes tracked from him to the turbolift standing shut just behind him. “You know… I get that the turbolifts are being shifty still, but… you have to push the button to summon them at least. The very least.” She said flatly, stepping around him to push the button herself. 


Speaking of pushing buttons, he thought, offering her a wan smile, it seems that I’ve done that very thing, doesn’t it? He nodded and forced his smile to brighten a little. “I do,” he replied, an anxious hand lifting to push through his hair as the lift door whisked open, “We were just… lost in our thoughts for a moment, I suppose. After you, Commander,” he added, gesturing to the lift’s interior.


She offered the slightest bob of her head and stepped through the door and into the brightly lit small space. “Yeah… it’s been a long day,” conceding a little as she moved to the far side of the capsule and leaned against the interior handrail. “Deck two,” she said, then glanced at Zai, “I assume…” 


“Good assumption,” he said from behind that crooked grin of his as the door whooshed shut again. For the first few interminable seconds that followed, the two of them languished in the rather uneasy silence that had fallen around them. As the weight of it compounded the tension already nagging at the base of his skull, though, Tochi reached out a finger and brought the lift to a halt. “Commander… Cali…” he sighed, turning his gaze to frame her face instead of the featureless metal of the door, “I think I might owe you… an apology? I… what happened…”


“Stop…” she cut him off, putting up her hand into the space between them. “I don’t need any apology, Zai. I seem to…” she licked her lips and sighed, “I seem to recall saying yes, so, don’t.” 


Nodding, he sucked in a deep breath and let it out again. “You did,” he said, a sheepish smile playing on his features, “but still… I… it’s…” Fumbling for the words he wanted to speak but failing to find them in the moment, his smile melted into an anxious scowl and he shook his head as he chased the tangle of his thoughts for the right thing to say. “It’s not what happened that’s troubling me, Cali,” he suggested after a moment’s introspection, “but how it happened… and why… if that makes any sense, at all.” He sighed out a humorless chuckle and shook his head at how insipid his words sounded. “F***,” he chuffed as the spots at his temples went purple, “We sound like some foundering schoolboy, don’t I?”


Cali’s eyes rolled a moment, but when they fixed back on him they softened. “Zai. How? Why?” Her shoulders gave a shrug in her rumpled uniform, “Stress, you just got grounded, there’s a massive chunk of space trash out there threatening seven billion lives and we’re all that’s going to stop it. It… it just happened, okay? You think you need to alleviate your guilt for something I was just as involved in? Buy me some flowers, okay?” She frowned and sighed, darting her eyes from his now. “I think Drake knows, he accused me of being overly passionate in my defense of you… I… look…” She picked at her cuff again, “it’s not like… I mean okay it’s been some time, but it’s not like this is the first time I’ve… God… This… this doesn’t have to be a thing, okay? There’s no strings, I don’t expect anything… I got a little ruffled over Drake’s comment, that’s all.” 


“Silas’ comments do tend to ruffle others quite easily, if unintentionally,” he chuckled, “and, you’re right about the how and why to an extent. The stress of all that’s happened… of all that is happening… certainly played into things. An… escape like that was something that both of us likely needed in the moment but…” he chewed on his lip for a second, blinked at the door, and turned his eyes back to hers, “...but there was more than need there, Cali. For me, anyway. I wanted it. Wanted you, not just somebody. You.” Another chuckle and his weight shifted from one leg to the other as he ran his fingertips over a stubbled cheek; “I don’t feel guilt about any of it except, maybe, for the way it happened. I find you very attractive and I enjoy your company more than you might know so, I think, I might’ve liked things to have gone a bit slower… taken our time in getting to that… earned it?” He shrugged and laughed, then. “Despite what the rumor-mill on this boat might lead people to believe, I’m not really all that good at this kind of thing, am I?”


She shook her head a little. As he’d spoken her arms had curled up around her middle. “No, no you aren’t. We’re… we’re friends, I mean, I’ve loved tinkering around on the Angel with you, loved it. But yeah I’ve heard the rumors. I saw how you looked at Zhay-la, the look you get in your eyes when you talk about Asovil… And… trust me…” She sighed heavily, pushing up off the wall of the turbolift and leaning forward, “trust me, Zai, you don’t really want me.” She pushed the button that would start the turbolift again, and then fell back against the wall. “We’re fine, okay? Nothing to worry about having to keep working with me, I’m not gonna make this awkward, okay?” 


It’s already awkward, Tochi thought, somehow managing to maintain the bright smile that had come to his face when she had said that they were friends, but we understand what you mean. “Alright,” he nodded as the lift began moving again, “I suppose that’s enough. Friends.” He let himself fall a bit more easily back into the returned silence but, as the turbolift neared deck two, he turned his gaze on her again; “Does that mean that I’m not allowed to invite you to a nice dinner once this is all over?”


“Like… a date?” She asked, brow raising. 


He flashed a roguish smile and shrugged; “Perhaps, like a date. Let’s start by calling it a private dinner between friends, though. See where it goes?”


Cali gave him a long apprehensive look, chewed her bottom lip and held tightly to the handrail of the turbolift as it started to slow to a stop. “I don’t think you heard me, I’m a good friend, a great lay… rarely do the two work together long.” The doors to the turbolift began to open up exposing the hallway of deck two. “I need a sonic shower, a clean uniform, a cup of coffee. Can we just get this stupid asteroid done and then… I dunno Zai… Commander.” She sighed and pushed off the wall to start for the open door. “Sure… dinner… I guess…” she shrugged noncommittally, “girl’s gotta eat…”


“Indeed she does,” Zai conceded, a satisfied smile sparking in his eyes as he followed her off the lift, “We’ll see you soon, Commander.” He watched her for a moment as she peeled away and strolled toward her quarters… A girl might also need to hear some good music, be danced about her living space, and poured a drink or two… He turned in the opposite direction, then, and ambled toward his own door… It’s not as if I’m asking you to fall in love with me, Eugene.



Posted on 2022-11-17 at 12:45:44.
Edited on 2022-11-17 at 12:52:43 by Merideth

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Oooooh!!! The Beastie Boys!!!


"I like the beats and shouting..."



Edit: Niiiiice post, ladies!



Posted on 2022-11-15 at 10:57:13.
Edited on 2022-11-15 at 11:01:37 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Convenient...


...that Shuttle Bay 2 and the Armoury are both on Deck 5. Saves Tochi from having to wade through the tech-spaghetti Cali might've left on the floor of the turbolift.



Posted on 2022-11-15 at 09:13:26.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity
Subject: We need more cowbell!


=/=I’m meeting with our chief engineer shortly,=/= Zhay-la informed him, evoking a faint nod from the XO =/=I’m happy to throw myself at the mercy of the Captain once I’ve run it by Kennedy…=/=


Of course you are, Tochi mused silently, a faint grin wriggling across his lips, Just remember to keep a grip on that temper, Lieutenant.


=/=...sciences and of course you.=/= The CTO fell silent for an instant and a series of muted chirps filtered across the comms. A moment later the Angel’s console pinged, notifying him of files awaiting his review. =/=Please let me know if you see any obvious faults in my proposal, so far,=/= Lt Taissud requested.


“Acknowledged, Lieutenant,” he answered, cuing up her analytics for review, “The more options Captain Drake has in mitigating this situation the better. We will give this a look and get back to you as soon as possible.” He skimmed the opening lines and equations of the TAC officer’s proposal, bobbed his head again, and continued; “At first glance, Zhay-la, we would say that this has merit. It might be best if I were to join you and Commander Kennedy in your discussion. Where are the two of you meeting?”


((OOC: assuming that the location is not withheld and/or there are no objections to a third wheel))


“Very well,” Tochi replied, still skimming the CTO’s calculations, “Give us a few minutes to finish my review and we’ll meet you in the Armoury forthwith. Zai out.”


When his badge blipped in confirmation of the communique having ended, Tochi let his gaze skip from Zhay-la’s files to Cali’s nav-com program where it was still displayed on another panel. It seems a shame to simply delete all of this, he decided, Silas’ refutation of the plan aside. Contingencies and the like. “Computer,” he called, bringing the nav-com parameters to the forefront, “Encrypt and archive these parameters, locally, as Kappa Zeta Five-One-Four.”


=/=Confirmed,=/= the computer responded as Zai shunted Zhay-la’s report to a PADD and rose from the pilot’s seat, =/=File archived as Kappa Zeta Five-One Four.=/=


The Trill snatched his jacket from where it lay, tossed haphazardly across what was meant to be the SCI console, shrugged it over his shoulders, and strode for the Angel’s boarding ramp, out of the shuttle bay, then pointed himself toward the armoury.



Posted on 2022-11-15 at 09:09:43.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Welcome aboard...


...Nomad and Alodie!



Posted on 2022-11-14 at 06:56:36.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity
Subject: Fluff


Stardate 2365.05.16 15:56


USS Peregrine - Shuttle Bay 2; Bridge of the Aurora Angel


When Cali’s voice fell silent and the comm channel between them closed, Tochi let go of another half-frustrated sigh, lifted a hand to scratch at his whisker-stubbled jaw, and reclined into the Angel’s pilot-seat. “For all the trouble our simple solution has caused in the past hour,” he muttered to himself as his finger flitted over the console before him, “We might be led to believe that the problem wasn’t in the proposal itself but rather in its delivery.” A mirthless chuckle passed his lips and his eyes panned over the nav-sequence that Kennedy had programmed in preparation for his planned intervention with the asteroid. “I probably shouldn’t have delivered it, at all… to any one… should have just done it…”


He ran a hand across the close-cropped hair above his ear and let one corner of his mouth tick upward in an amused smirk when he picked out a minor error in one of the CEOs equations regarding intercept trajectory. A series of soft chirps issued from the console as he made a correction and continued his scan of her code. Not bad math, at all, Eugene, he mused, making only one more minor tweak to her calculations before reaching the end of her program. You really should trust yourself more. For the flickering of an instant, he considered the possibility of initiating the program, now. Just override the shields on the bay door, fly the Angel out into the void and call it done… How would Asovil have said it? ‘Better to ask for forgiveness than four pigeons?’... Silas surely would have taken measures to prevent him from doing just such a thing, of course, and he likely wouldn’t have even fired up the shuttle’s engines before the whole ship went to Yellow Alert and he found himself hauled off to the brig but the thought lingered in his mind just the same. In fact, the Trill’s fingertips hovered just millimeters away from the icon that would have committed Cali’s program to the Angel’s nav-com. He might have even initiated it, as well, but another chirp from his commbadge snatched the thought away.


=/=Lt. Taissud to Commander Zai...=/=


Tochi’s fingers drifted away from the console and, instead, tapped at the Starfleet insignia pinned to his shirt. “Good evening, Zhay-la,” he replied, reclining into the seat again, “What can we do for you?”


=/=Do you think the Captain will approve a mining expedition?=/= 


The Orion woman’s question caused a curiously confused expression to flit across his features and, trying to make sense of the query, Tochi hesitated a moment before answering; “I’m afraid that’s difficult to say for sure, Lieutenant. The Captain and myself aren’t exactly seeing eye to eye, at the moment. What did you have in mind?


((OOC: Not long but something, I suppose. Probably a good enough place to cut things off and see where this might lead.))



Posted on 2022-11-13 at 16:34:34.

Topic: Star Trek: Scales of Eternity Recruitment
Subject: WoooHoooo!!!!


Welcome back!



Posted on 2022-11-01 at 13:24:28.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Tally Ho!


Okay, my reread of the thread is complete and I think I'm ready to fly (even if Tochi isn't allowed to  . Let's do it to it and save a planet!



Posted on 2022-11-01 at 13:13:45.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Lies! I knew nothing about this! ;)


Just funnin' ya! I knew about it the whole time...  Meri and I collab on just about everything. It's like we're two people wih one brain or something!


Now, let's see who ends up in the brig...




Posted on 2022-03-28 at 10:31:10.

Topic: Star Trek: The Scales of Eternity Q&A
Subject: Good stuff, Ragnar!


Here's where the fun begins!


 


I know... wrong franchise... but you get the idea!



Posted on 2022-03-25 at 15:53:24.

 
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