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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I get the feeling...
...That Crane might have a lot of company before this is all over. 
Hoping to post tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-04-26 at 19:52:21.
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Topic: Looking for 1 last player
Subject: ooooooo.... probably...
Gonna try to pull a ranger together (minus the cleric multiclassing) and see what comes of it.
Posted on 2017-04-20 at 20:42:34.
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Topic: Looking for 1 last player
Subject: Dangit, Tann!
See my PM you fluffernutter, you!
Posted on 2017-04-20 at 17:13:11.
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Topic: So, You're New Here. . .Awesome! Read this.
Subject: New Avatars and new players
Hey Lano - As far as avatar submissions go, as long as there aren't any issues with copyrights and/or usage rights, most anything you'd want to submit for an avatar should be okay. It's preferred that submissions be RP or gaming related to some extent (and, of course, no nudity or profanity) but I think a komodo dragon pic would be alright.
Metro - Welcome to the Inn, first and foremost...
Secondly, welcome to the world of gaming! You should find a bunch of resources here in our little corner of the web and plenty of people who are willing to help you along the way. In fact, one of our long-time Innmates is looking for a couple of players for his game "The Trilogy War." It's a high-level game but ALL of the players are friendly and helpful so it might be a good one for you to "jump in and get your feet wet" so to speak. Check out the recruitment thread and, if you're interested, post to the thread or contact the DM (Tann Talas) via private message.
Posted on 2017-04-20 at 08:19:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I've got that same plan!
What started out as a simple little scene between the Minister and the Attache aboard the Coronado ended up being 'not as simple as I had planned.'
Currently on a conference call but am hoping to get, at least, that scene wrapped and posted shortly afterward.
Posted on 2017-04-18 at 12:49:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oooooh....
...superfluofragilisticexpostiuexmachinaiouses!
Hummm-diddle-iddle-humm-diddle-aye!
And other words that don't really exist, too!
Because... ummm.... *facelick?*
Posted on 2017-04-17 at 11:47:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Beauty and brains! Azure skin and antennae! Be still my heart!
Aaaand posted.... Almost forgot the first half so had to edit to put it in there, but there you go... Let em know if anything needs to be adjusted.
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 12:11:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Shifty, shifty!
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Coronado, Deck 7; Seven Forward - 1030
The Minister's breath caught in his chest when the Coronado's hull vibrated and hummed as the craft dropped out of warp. His eyes widened as, beyond the lounge's expansive windows, the ethereal streaking of subspace was suddenly stolen from his gaze and replaced with the view of a great swath of asteroids, roiling lazily yet forebodingly over the starscape. "Almost time," he murmured, swallowing the ever-present lump in his throat and reaching for his drink with a faintly trembling hand. Rather than being rewarded with the cool feel of the glass in his fingers, though, his transfixion with the scene beyond the window was broken by a sudden, vice-like gripping of his wrist that stayed his hand's progress. A startled yipping sound almost escaped him, then, but was impeded by that cursed lump he had been unable to swallow,
"Relax, Minister," the Attaché's voice hissed in his ear, "your skittishness draws unnecessary attention."
,The Minister tensed all the more as his eyes ripped away from the view beyond the windows and fell, first, to where the Attaché's grip had pinned his wrist to the table and, then, lifted (hesitantly) in protest to meet the glowering countenance of his partner in this endeavor. "Let. Me. Go." The Minister demanded, trying in vain to wrest his arm from the other man's grasp. "No one in here is paying me a fraction of the scrutiny that you are."
The Attaché's grip tightened all the more, the orangish skin at his knuckles reddening a bit with the force of it. "Sure of that, are you?" he growled in reply, "Everywhere you have gone aboard this ship in the past days, Minister, you have been as flighty and erratic as a schalla moth. You do not think that that hasn't drawn eyes to you? To us?"
"I, I," the Minister stammered impotently, trying not to wince at the pain caused by the Attaché's grip.
"You," the Attaché hissed through clenched teeth masked as a smile, "will finish your drink, Minister. Then, you will return to your quarters where you will remain until this is finished. Should you draw any more attention to yourself than you already have, I swear to you, our brothers aboard the Stormspike will not be the only ones to have given their lives for our cause. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes," the Minister kowtowed, "I,uh.."
"For strength," the Attaché rumbled loosening his grip on the Minster's wrist, "and honor."
"F-for strength a-and," the Minister quietly parroted as his cohort retreated back across the table, "a-and honor." His fingers, at last, found the glass, curled around it, and lifted it to his lips. His nervous gaze flitted away from the Attaché's repulsed glare and, as he poured the scarlet liqueur down his throat in hopes of finally swallowing that lump, returned to the scene beyond the windows, and he wondered, not for the first time, if there was truly any honor in what was about to happen.
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Deck 1; Bridge - 1053
"Captain" Lt Berk's voice sounded over the Red Alert klaxon, "they're firing disruptors!"
A nano-second following the Tactical Officer's interjection, the interloping ship spewed forth its purplish energy bolts against two of the Rytain ships.
"Intercept initiated, Captain," Tochi called out, his fingers flying over the CONN, "Point and grunt, sir, and we're there!"
"Get us in phaser range, Lieutenant," Drake ordered, "I'd rather not fire torpedoes in this situation if I can help it."
"Phaser range, aye," the Trill acknowledged, adjusting the Peregrine's heading and velocity even as he shunted telemetry data back to TAC for firing solutions,
Lieutenant Lasad spoke up from the Ops station. "Captain, the attacking vessel is transmitting as the KDF Stormspike, a Kuldarian vessel. It seems odd, though - this ship design is at least fifty years out of date - if not more - and the energy signatures make no sense whatsoever. They shouldn't even have the power plant capable of energizing disruptors of that magnitude, let alone operate a cloaking device." Left unspoken was the obvious point that both disruptors and cloaking technology were both beyond everything understood to be with reach of Kuldarian vessels of any type, let alone ancient ones.
"One of the Rytainian vessels has been destroyed, Captain," Dio continued, "The other is badly damaged. The Stormspike is firing another volley!"
Damn! Tochi grimaced as he cued more power from the engines and maneuvered Peregrine into optimum position for a volley from the phaser banks. His eyes ticked from the viewer to his console, absorbing the various data at a glance and overlapping it with what he physically saw on the viewer,
"Open hailing frequencies, again," Drake barked, "KDF Stormspike! Cease and desist your attack at once or you will be destroyed! I will not offer another warning!"
,In that glance at the console and the frenzy of mathematical and tactical equations it had set off in the Trill helmsman's mind, something about the Kuldaran fleet's reaction to the attack struck him as odd. If the Stormspike's attack was part of a planned ambush, it would have made sense for the KDF fleet to have been readied to support and, yet, not a one of the Kuldaran vessels had even hinted at being prepared for such a thing. What are they waiting for?
"Captain," Berk called out as the Stormspike's icon disappeared from the CONN's telemetry and nav displays, "the enemy vessel has recloaked."
Tochi's mind flashed through calculations - bouncing the Stormspike's last recorded location, velocity, and bearing against the vessel's technical capabilities and course adjustment probabilities - in hopes of extrapolating where the insurgent craft might likely appear next. Even as he began to queue the various possibilities into his console, shunting the relevant data to TAC, OPS, and Science as necessary, he heard Ambassador Threel's voice rise above the din of activity.
"You and your treacherous kind! There can be no peace while your murderous species continues to consume oxygen!"
"This is not an official act of my government," the Kuldaran ambassador responded, sounding genuinely shocked, "I am certain of this. We came here in the true hope of peace."
"Liar!" Threel spat. "Yet another Kuldaran ambush!..."
We're not certain that's what this is, Ambassador, Tochi didn't quite manage to say aloud. While both the Kuldar and Rytain fleets had, by this time, begun to react to the Stormspike's incursion, each of them appeared to be taking defensive postures, at least, initially. The Trill entered several more contingencies into his console, hoping to have the quickest response solution at hand when the time came. On the bridge behind him, the inflammatory exchange between Threel and D'Lar had only escalated.
",Can you never speak the truth, you filthy cur? The evidence is before us, borne in the blood of my people, once again spilled for no reason!"
"Captain, please, I beg of you - listen to me," D'Lar implored, "I know that this is not a Kuldarian attack - my grandsire served on the Stormspike, but she was lost with all hands some forty years ago while on field operations in Rytainian territory. All of her crew were given burials when I was a child. We searched for her for months, but she was never found, and her last transmission indicated that life support had been breached, that all lives were lost."
"Field operations??? You mean, an attack run to kill Rytainian children! Do not disguise your bloodlust behind flowery words!"
This is the same disparity in our expectations of the two that's been plucking at our nerves since the reception, Tochi mused, trying very hard to remain focused on his job at the helm as opposed to playing XO and interceding in a situation that Silas would certainly address at any moment.
"Enough, Ambassador Threel," Drake snapped as if on cue, "You will sit down and be silent, or you will be removed from my bridge."
Tochi didn't need to glance back in order to know that Threel had been cowed by the Captain's threat. The Rytain ambassador instantly fell silent.
"Hail the Coronado," Drake ordered once Threel had shrunk back into his seat, "Captain Jacobs will need to be informed of this intel,"
"Captain," Tochi called out, then, prepared to share his observations in regards to the Kuldaran fleet's response to the Stormspike's assault, "We tend to concur with Ambassador D'Lar's estima,"
The sudden blaring of another alarm cut him off and Lasad looked up, wide eyed, from the OPS console. "Captain," the Risian man reported, "I'm detecting a significant explosion aboard the Coronado! I'll need to see the official damage report, but it appears that the explosion may have involved their torpedo launcher! Their shields are holding but are significantly weakened - they are down to sixty-two percent capacity."
"But no one fired," Tochi murmured incredulously, his gaze dancing back and forth between viewscreen and console displays, "What the frill is going on here?!"
"Captain," Asovil's voice called out, then, "With your permission I would like to polarize the hull. If the Stormspike has the means to attack from a cloaked position, we need to insure that we aren't taken by surprise. Polarizing the hull will help sturdy the Peregrine's structure against energy attacks among other things."
As he turned in his own seat to address the Captain, Tochi's eyes met Asovil's for the flickering of an instant and he offered her tight smile and nodded his concurrence with the Andorian woman's suggestion. "We might also add, Captain," he said, his gaze framing Silas and the Ambassadors, now, "Our observations suggest that neither the Kuldaran or Rytainian fleets reacted as if they had any foreknowledge of the Stormspike's attack. Neither have we seen any evidence that the explosion aboard the Coronado is the result of weapons-fire," He scowled as his gaze panned slowly from D'Lar to Threel. ",If you don't mind our saying, sir," the Trill offered, levelly meeting Silas' eyes, now, "We believe that D'Lar is speaking the truth,"
((OOC: Stopping there for the time being, I've got a little something else in the works back aboard the Coronado but this much should give us enough to keep rolling. ))
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 12:09:38.
Edited on 2017-04-13 at 12:10:16 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Spray and pray at will, Mr Berk...
...Targets of opportunity at your discretion. Pants are optional! 
Sorry I didn't get that post done yesterday. Work happened.
Been a slow morning on the RL front, today, though, so I'm back at it and look to have something ready to go very soon!
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 09:48:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Backposts, frontposts, sideposts...
I'm back from lunch... getting posts started now. 
Brom - we can continue with the backposts if you like, or we can chalk the remainder of lunch up to "behind the scenes" moments. Completely up to you, my brother! I imagine that Tochi filled Asovil in on his misgivings about the ambassadors with as much detail as he'd given when he spoke with Drake, of course, but where the conversation might have gone from there... *shrugs* ... Anyhoo, like I said, we can continue or conspire as you see fit.
Also, re: the tachyon detection grid. Per Memory Alpha:
"A tachyon detection grid was a technique developed by Starfleet as a means of detecting cloaked Romulan warships. The grid used active tachyon beams transmitted between different starships or sentry posts to create a tachyon field; any cloaked ship entering this field would be exposed. The technique was developed by USS Enterprise-D chief engineer Geordi La Forge in early 2368, although it resembled and was probably derived from crude sensor grid techniques used to detect cloaked ships that had been used as far back as 2154 in the buildup to the Earth-Romulan War. (ENT: "United") "
The way I'm reading this is that, while it didn't become a common technique until Geordi rigged it up in 2368, similar things had been accomplished much earlier... So, as Olan said, Lt Sh'iraolnas might very well figure something out where that's concerned.
Posted on 2017-04-12 at 12:11:16.
Edited on 2017-04-12 at 12:16:39 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Gnarly!
I'm taking my mother to lunch today but hope to have a post ready by later this afternoon.
Posted on 2017-04-12 at 08:37:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Squeeeeee! Is NOT my password, apparently!
I just got ahead of myself typing it!
Damn that Tochi! Always thinking a step ahead of the Captain or something... interrupting the chain of command, professing to be older than he is, purple spots, rapiers, and chicken fingers!!!!
Post(s) forthcoming!
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 17:48:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ooooooooo!!!!
I just remembered... I have some shifty-shifty types aboard teh Coronado that I could (and should) be writing a post for!!!!  
Stand by!
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 13:26:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Backposty stuff
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 13:08
"I do not know Lauren Crane by anything more than our brief interaction and her record." Light blue hands shift the navy blue mug of bitter brown liquid a scant inch from the edge of her plate and then refocus to retrieve the fork that had been brought with the food. "Her record appears to be impeccable, and you seem to think highly of her. That leaves me with nothing by her most recent action to decide her character, and I can only say that she appears to have made a very costly mistake.
"My concern with your task of advocating for Chief Crane is nothing more than finding you in an impossible position." Cutting into her meal, the scientist pauses before lifting the morsel to her mouth. "Impossible because of the admitted guilt and mitigating facts, not because of your ability."
"Your flattering estimation of our ability aside," Tochi chuckles, "Impossible positions are written into the job description, we believe," He sets his fork on the edge of his plate and smiling, glances out the window at the passing stars, "Written into what it means to live for that matter." The Trill's eyes track back to hers, then, and, along with a smile, he offers an expansive gesture. "Astrogation, diplomacy, science, even music; everyone will, at some point, present you with obstacles that seem insurmountable. At times, those can be removed or circumvented; other times, they're just as impassable as they appear, frustrating as that may be. Either way, we learn."
Placing the delicious, juicy plant into her mouth, she chews thoughtfully and sets the fork on the edge of her plate. Swallowing, she lightly shrugs her shoulders and says, "I also don't know Captain Drake well enough to even formulate an opinion on how he'll address the situation."
"Hmmm," Tochi murmurs, his smile skewing into a more contemplative expression as his fork hovers midway between plate and mouth, "knowing Silas as we do, the word ‘severely' comes to mind. He's not the sort to be swayed by a sad song, especially given the nature of the infraction." He returns the speared morsel of food to the plate. "Had he become aware of the situation while still docked at the starbase, we're sure that Mister Crane would have been relieved of duty, discharged from the Peregrine, and left there pending a full Court Martial."
"As well she should have been." Asovil leans forward conspiratorially and says with raised eyebrows, "To be honest, I find the Andorian method of consequence far more enjoyable to watch."
An almost mischievous grin plays on Tochi's lips at her admission, one of his own brows lifting a bit as he nods a silent concurrence. As well versed as he was in politics and diplomacy, thanks to Kasru, the XO found a certain purity and undeniable truth in things like the duels to which Asovil alluded, one versus another with only skill and conviction in between, it was that simplicity that had initially drawn him to fencing, in fact. As simple as such things appeared to be on the surface, though, he had learned through years of practice and study that there was a great deal of finesse and tangential reasoning underlying that perceived straightforwardness and, as a result, ‘simple' became ‘complicated' all too quickly,
Pulling away the blue-skinned woman adopts a carefree disposition and pushes at the greens with her fork. "But then, as the Terrans say, when in the dome, do as the domains do." While appearing cavalier, Asovil can barely refrain from spilling forth her own desire for security in her new position and a knowledge that she isn't going to be faulted for her decision to further investigate the errors within the Science Department. Ship life has a way of making loyalists out of even the most introverted soul and not only has the Andorian made an entrance to be remembered, but she's added to it by finding immediate cause to demote an NCO not to mention the disaster that morning in the chemlab.
,It's all Tochi can do to keep his grin from evolving into a chuckle as the lovely Andorian mutilates yet another idiom. He debates, for a fraction of a second, as to whether or not he should correct her fumbling on the sayings but, in the end, decides that he just can't bring himself to do so. Somehow, he has come to find that particular trait exceedingly endearing, Instead, he staves off the chuckle with a sip of his katheka and continues to grin at her, like the cart that ate the cranberry.
"Such a deflating topic," she sighs apologetically and smiles a brilliant flash of white teeth to chase the doldrums away.
As he relegates his cup to the table, again, Tochi, still smiling, offers a shake of his head in reply to her vaguely apologetic tone; "A bit," he says, turning his mug between his hands as he revels in her smile.
"How do you feel the banquet fared last night?"
The Trill's head cants faintly to one side and, for an instant, he seems to deeply contemplate her question and his own thoughts on how to answer. Following that, Tochi offers a vague shrug and a smirk. "Very much as we thought it might," he answers, "and, at once, not at all as we might have imagined."
He sips at his katheka, again, as he searches his thoughts for the best way to explain that statement. After a moment, he grins; "Half of the art of diplomacy is to say nothing, especially when speaking. Last night, while D'Lar and Threel both spoke quite a bit, neither of them truly said anything. To that end, the banquet unfolded much as we expected. However, there was a lot in what they left unsaid that gave us pause and, before the evening was over, saw us completely re-evaluating our initial impressions of the ambassadors,"
The grin on the XO's face melts into something more akin to a scowl as his eyes drop, momentarily, to gaze into his cup.
"...The roles we had expected each of them to play seemed to be reversed, somehow." As his gaze lifts from the dark suface of the katheka, the scowl becomes a smirk. "It's a difficult thing to explain, we suppose. I just sense something, off,"
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 14:50
Recording his input and authentication to Petty Officer Crane's file hadn't taken as long as Lt Zai had imagined it might have. In fact, the whole affair seemed almost sad in it's brevity, so few words for such an impactful event, The process was sterile by design, he knew, intended to keep emotion, personal feelings, separate from the procedural logic but, still, just now, it felt coldly impersonal.
We're tired, Tochi reminds himself, stifling a sigh as he keys in his final authorization code, updating Lauren's file and sending it along the chain, It's been an overly long day, an overly long couple of days, and you're allowing it to distract us.
He pinches at the bridge of his nose, and then rubs at his eyes as they lift away from the console to fix on the main viewer. The Trill sits for a long moment, seemingly lost in his contemplation of the warp-distorted starscape as it streaks by on the viewscreen - his mind trying to let go of the tumult of the last few days and trying to make some sort of order of it, all at once. Somewhere in that moment - between the entwining and entangled filaments of conscious thoughts that battled for attention in his mind - the ethereal passing of subspace on the viewer and the soft drone and chirp of bridge activity combine to provide an experience of transcendence in his sapped psyche. There is a brief instant, punctuated by a sigh of relief and a slow, deliberate blinking of weary eyes, in which all of his personalities meld into the seemless, cohesive consciousness that the Symbiosis Commission would have preferred to see all those years ago,
Isri's eyes marveled at the stars that she could only have dreamed of in her day. Odia's imaginings bent toward the profitable trade routes that might have been established in this sector had vessels like the Peregrine been available when last he captained a ship. Dirven, always the romantic, saw art painted in the streaking lights and gasses on the viewscreen and discerned a soothingly harmonious melody in the sounds that lilted in the air about him. Kasru, ever wise in her perception of the universe, saw and felt the forward momentum of not only the ship but, also, the progression of unity and tolerance that had so drawn her into the service of the Federation nearly a hundred years past. And Tochi, well, Tochi can't help but smile at the fact that it had been the fleeting image of a pale blue face, brought to mind as the azure and argent hues of a small nebula flashed by on the viewer, that seemed to instigate that particular moment of peace.
,Lt Zai's chuckle at the irony of it all escapes him under the guise of a muffled snort and the faint shake of his head as he extracts himself from his perusal of the viewscreen and, allowing the day's tension to further ease itself from his shoulders, relaxes back into the command chair. His gaze travels almost lazily about the bridge, then, watching as the Alpha shift personnel are steadily relieved and replaced by their Beta shift counterparts. As the shift rotation continues, Tochi coaxes himself into a leisurely review of Alpha shifts duty reports, making particular note of PO Rogers' incident with the corrosives and Engineering's latest findings in regard to PO Bachmann having been been "assaulted" by the console in Sickbay.
((OOC: So, as mentioned in the subject line, this is just some backpost stuff that I had in the works before RL reared it's ugly head and sucked me in... Nothing major contained within, I suppose... Just some more with Tochi and Asovil's lunch conversation and a bit of Trill-musing.))
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 11:32:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I don't think it was lean, at all.
In these situations (i.e. imminent combat, intense action, etc) posts usually span a couple of seconds as opposed to the several minutes or even hours that might play into the standard life aboard the ship type installments. As a result, the posts seem shorter and, as you noted, sometimes leave their authors wondering if there was enough there.
I think the Berk post was good stuff, myself... If you wanted to "beef it up," at all, the only thing I could think of to add in would maybe be some interaction between Berk and the rest of his department or something (i.e. grab a couple of NPCs and run with 'em... what's going on in the torpedo bays, for instance? Got any crewmen down there planning a trip to planet Pee-Pee-Pants because they've never been in a true combat situation before? Things like that.... *shrugs*
Like I said, though... good stuff as it is!
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 09:50:03.
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Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Oh! Hey!
I guess I didn't realize this was still going!
Lemme re-read and get myself caught up and I'll do something about dragging Haze outta his haze.
Posted on 2017-04-10 at 09:36:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Wooohooo!
Yay, post!
Posted on 2017-04-08 at 07:19:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Also - A-freakin'-HA!!!
I knew I had a rather extensive start on some responses/backposts/fluff post stuff in the works somewhere and I just found it!!!!
Three cheers for Captain Backup!!!
Hip-Hip-Eol's-a-flake!
Hip-Hip-Eol's-a-flake!
Hip-Hip-Eol's-a-flake!
:-P
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 19:02:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ooooo! Speaking of tingly...
I'll willingly submit if you all don't mind a bit of a stubbly face.
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 18:06:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Beeeeeeelieve it!
I'm totally a figment of my own imagination! 
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 17:43:17.
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Topic: Running a domain D&D 1ed
Subject: I kind of think I have something...
...that goes along those lines somewhere, Padre. Let me see if I can find it. Stand by.
Edit: I stand corrected... what I have isn't 1ed... it's from the first AD&D Dungeon Master's Guide.
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 15:49:15.
Edited on 2017-04-07 at 15:50:56 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I did that just for you, boss! ;)
Let's do some fancy flyin'!
Edit: I hope that was okay... been a minute since I wrote anything and I could totally feel the rust flaking off my fingers and brain as I wrote it.
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 15:46:37.
Edited on 2017-04-07 at 15:54:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Everyone grab on to something! We're about to get squirrely!
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 1030
The CONN chirped and Tochi's cool fingers instinctively slid across the console, keying in the sequence to bring the Peregrine out of warp. As expected, the ship gave a little buck and shudder as it dropped out of subspace and the viewscreen before him resolved to display a number of slowly rolling and tumbling asteroids ahead of the Saber-class vessel.
"Frill," Lt Zai muttered the curse under his breath as his gaze swept screen and console, gauging their proximity to the asteroid field. That's a bit closer drop-in than we had intended, the Trill chided himself even as he cued the RCS thrusters to compensate, and, certainly, much closer than Silas is likely comfortable with, Where is your head, Tochi?
It was a rhetorical question, of course. In the past days, his mind had been occupied by numerous concerns, the least of those, unfortunately, being his own navigational abilities. His duties as XO had taken precedence - divvying his time between entertaining the ambassadors and consulting with the Captain while still managing to keep up with the various departmental issues that had arisen - and, following close in the wake of those tasks, had been his attention to his own Flight Control department's needs. Closer still, were the concerns which had been birthed out of the interactions between the Ambassadors during the reception and, as a result, the communiques he had engaged in with Lt Commander Farr aboard the Coronado in that regard. Very little had come of those conversations, to be honest, but, still, something regularly gnawed at him from a dark and suspicious corner of his mind. And, liberally peppering all of that had been the budding relationship between Asovil and himself.
"Mister Lasad," the Captain ordered, "give me a full sensor analysis of the surrounding area, paying special attention to the asteroid field."
"Aye, sir," the OPS Chief responded as Tochi was plotting a course through that very field.
"Mr Berk; I want a full breakdown on the disposition of all vessels within sensor range in this system."
"Aye, sir," the CTO acknowledged.
"Tochi," Drake said, then, "set a course for the rendezvous point. Bring us in at one quarter impulse."
"Aye, sir," the Trill answered with a final scan of the astrometric feeds and nav-plots, "Course laid in, engaging impulse engines now." His had drifted to the upper right of the CONN and tapped in the requisite command sequence. The Peregrine moved forward and Tochi sat at the ready to make any adjustments that might be necessary as she entered the asteroid field.
"Here we are," the Captain's voice uttered quietly, "Here's to hope and peace."
A soft sigh whispered past Tochi's lips as he eased the ship toward whatever may lie ahead. We can always hope, he mused, but we can never assume.
He allowed his gaze, ever so subtly, to slip away from the viewer and CONN displays and, for a brief instant, settle on Asovil where she stood at the Science Console. Over these past days, the very sight, the very thought of her had come to coax a smile to tug at the corners of his mouth and prompt a particular fluttering in his heart, so he didn't allow his gaze to linger too long lest it become a distraction in this moment. Tochi had hopes where the Peregrine's CSO was concerned, as well, but, unfortunately, had had very little time to cultivate and nurture those hopes beyond these occasional glances, Perhaps when this is over, he couldn't help but grin before forcing his attentions back to the task at hand, we'll be relegated back to a patrol detail and time will make itself, We can always hope.
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 1050
Despite the misgivings Silas might have had about potential ambushes that may have awaited within - and surely that's where the Captain's mind had been when they dropped out of warp - the Peregrine emerged unscathed, some twenty minutes later, on the other side of the asteroid field. Another sigh escaped Lt Zai, then, and, after checking his displays to verify the Coronado's position, he allowed himself another fleeting glance at Asovil as he turned his head to announce; "Peregrine and Coronado clear of the asteroids, Captain. Continuing on course to Gyaos Station; one quarter impulse."
((OOC: Assuming no orders to adjust course or velocity at this point,))
Moments later, the console flashed an indication letting him know that Coronado's helm had initiated docking protocols with the station in orbit of Gamera III, Tochi eased the Peregrine's engines down a fraction to allow the Miranda-class to slip ahead and, in keeping with their escort duties, assumed a rear-guard position before hailing the station himself. He tapped the console to his right, connecting to the station's Approach Control Center; "Gyaos Station Approach Control; USS Peregrine requesting lock-on."
=/=Lock-on acknowledged, Peregrine,=/= came the reply, =/=You are cleared for approach to Docking Pylon Three. Transmitting approach vector.=/=
"Copy, Control. Approach vector received," Zai said, drawing down power from the impulse engines as he maneuvered the ship toward the specified docking point, "On approach, Pylon Three." Once aligned, Tochi prepared to further reduce impulse power and began sequencing the RCS systems, Just then, an alarm chirruped from the TAC station, forestalling the Trill's practiced docking procedures even before the hairs on the back of his neck raised.
"Captain," Berk's voice rang out. "An unidentified vessel has just decloaked near the Rytainian fleet, and is on an intercept vector with them! Range, four hundred twenty thousand kilometers. Heading one hundred forty degrees, mark one one five."
The TAC officer's voice was tight. "Sir, they appear to be charging weapons."
"Frillin' sons-of," the remainder of Tochi's curse was muted by the frantic beeping from his own console as he hurriedly brought the impulse engines back up to power and began maneuvering the Peregrine into an intercept course based on Berk's report.
"Red alert," Drake barked, "Shields up! Bring our own weapons systems online and prepare to fire!"
Lt Zai pulled a mirror from TAC to his own console and, keeping a close eye to the data streaming from Berk's, adjusted his course to provide optimum firing position. How in the frill did a Kuldaran ship get a cloak, he wondered. This isn't right,
"I want that ship onscreen, and give me a sensor breakdown of it right now," the Captain ordered. "Open hailing frequencies," he continued, his own voice clipped.
"Attention, unidentified vessel," he began in a stern tone as the viewscreen shifted to a magnified view of the aggressor. "This is Commander Silas Drake of the USS Peregrine. I hereby order you to..."
Tochi scowled as the viewscreen filled with an image of the aggressor's vessel. That's an older Kuldar design, he realized, but, before he could say a word,
"Captain, they are firing disruptors!" Berk interjected. At that moment, purplish energy bolts ripped out from the decloaked ship and slammed into two of the Rytain ships.
"Intercept initiated, Captain," Tochi called out despite having not been asked, his fingers flying over the CONN, "Point and grunt, sir, and we're there!"
((OOC: I suppose that's a good a place as any to stop for now, Let's do this!))
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 15:43:18.
Edited on 2017-04-07 at 15:45:41 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: *Inhales deeply*
Coming close to wrapping up a Tochi post (finally)... hoping to have it tacked on very soon!
Sincere apologies for the delay... been hectic hereabouts recently.
Posted on 2017-04-07 at 12:28:33.
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Topic: Eol Fafalas turned 76 yesterday :)
Subject: LMAO!!!
Tann's using the "new math," methinks!
I'm nowhere near 76!!! (I'll be 480 in April.)
But thanks for the well wishes, all the same!
*ka-jingle-creakity-pounce-ow-my-back faaaaaacelick!*
Posted on 2017-03-15 at 13:52:52.
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