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Topic: Sense8 - Netflix
Subject: Sense8 - Netflix
So, a couple of weeks ago, for lack of anything better to do, I decided to check out this Netflix Original Series called Sense8. It was confusing, at first, but not so much that it 'turned me off'... more like it kept me wondering WTF is going on?!?! Then, a few episodes in, the show hit it's stride with me, I guess, and even though some of it still had me befuddled, I decided that I'd go ahead and, at least, see it through to the end of Season 1 to see if I was going to bother with S2.
Welllllll, I just watched the season 1 finale and I've gotta say, despite the initial 'huh?-factor' and, in my opinion, some pointless sex scenes, WOW! That's one heckuva good show!!!
Anyone else watch it and feel like comparing notes? If so, post 'em up...
If you haven't watched it and are into some 'cerebral sci-fi/fantasy' kind of stuff, I highly recommend giving it a peek.
Posted on 2016-09-27 at 16:14:55.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Have you tried turning it off and back on again?
Cuz, usually, that works! 
Loved the post Nimu! Perfect place for us to pick up with our 'diminished crew.' In fact, that post provided some perfect filler and fodder for my own. Hopefully will have it done tonight or tomorrow morning.
Let's get witchy!!!
Posted on 2016-09-27 at 15:53:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I saw that earlier...
...and kind of attributed it to a post that was put up and then deleted (possibly a duplicate?).
Doesn't happen often, but I do see it every now and again.
Posted on 2016-09-27 at 15:50:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Glad you're alright...
...even minor accidents can totally shoot your nerves, though.
Nice post, too, folks. Poor Lauren.
Posted on 2016-09-26 at 19:31:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Character play!
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 2; Captain's Mess - 1911
",there will always be problems, Ambassador," Tochi concurs with a statement recently made by Threel, "but peace isn't found by trying to escape those problems; it's found by confronting them, just as D'Lar and yourself are doing by attending this summit."
We likely shouldn't be saying anything where the summit is concerned, he scolds himself, sipping from a mug of bitter Kuldaran Forsh and leaving the ambassadors to , but, wouldn't ignoring the Ambassadors' topics of discussion, in the end, be a bigger breach of protocol than ignoring Capt Jacobs' directives?
D'Lar and Threel natter on over the statement for a moment. Tochi only half-hears the particulars of the exchange as his gaze seeks out Asovil for an instant and then traces an attentive circuit around the room to acertain that everything is still in order. His attentions are drawn back to the conversation when Ambassador D'Lar snorts out a chuckle around the rim of his mug.
"This reminds me of a joke, Threel," the Kuldaran grins after wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "How many Klingons does it take to change a lighting unit?"
Threel's brow furrows in either confusion or consternation (Tochi isn't quite sure which, at the moment) and, then, the Rytain offers a shrug in response. "I don't know," he admits, "How many?"
"Two," D'Lar grins wryly, "One to change the unit and another to stab the first in the back and take all the credit!" The Kuldaran's laughter at his joke is loud but infectious, evoking a chuckle from even Threel who, to this point, had found very little humor in anything D'Lar had said. Tochi laughs, as well, despite having heard that same joke numerous times before.
"Would you like a drink, sir?"
The offer from Crewman Pierce alerts Tochi to the fact that someone else has arrived and, as the Trill's attentions are pulled away from Threel and D'Lar to see whom it might be, the Kuldaran asks; "Is that Security that has just arrived, Lieutenant Zai? Are you expecting trouble?"
"Not at all, Ambassador," Zai answers as his gaze finds the newly appointed CEO, whose entry had somehow gone unnoticed by the XO, "That would be Lt McTavish, the Peregrine's Chief of Engineering."
"Engineering?" D'Lar chuffs. "It would seem that he is the entire Engineering department!"
"His size is impressive," Threel adds thoughtfully, "Would he not be better suited to a combat position?"
"Wouldn't we all be better suited if there were no combat positions?" The Trill counters with a sagacious smile. He holds up a hand, then, to forestall any arguments that such a lofty ideal is, in reality, unreachable. "A dream to dream, we know," Tochi continues, "what meaning is there to peace if there is no conflict for it to counter, after all? Still," he inclines his head toward the CEO whom has just received his drink from Crewman Pierce, "the physicality of Mr McTavish, there, is far from his greatest asset to Starfleet. His knowledge of engineering and his understanding of the Peregrine's physicality are of greater benefit to us, in all actuality. After all, without support from behind the front lines, what good would those serving there be, in the long run? Without reliable Engineers, the war-fighters' equipment would certainly fail after a time, and they'd be reduced to hurling rocks and waving sticks. Without talented people in our Science and Medical divisions, what would become of those on the front if they are injured or exposed to any number of environmental conditions, chemical or biological agents, and etcetera?" Still smiling, Tochi shrugs vaguely and concludes; "Combat positions would be all but pointless without support positions, we think. Very short-lived, if nothing else."
"Interesting," D'Lar mutters, still looking toward the CEO. Quite suddenly, the Kuldaran calls out in an attempt to get the Scotsman's attention. "Lt McTavish! Please, join us, I would enjoy learning more about this vessel we are guest upon."
As Tochi's gaze turns, once more toward Lt McTavish, he catches sight of Asovil brushing her hair back over her ear in the absent-minded way he'd seen her do before and it causes his smile to warm a fraction, he chases the thought of his own fingers brushing that hair over that ear from his mind and forces his gaze on to frame the engineer, "Yes, Lieutenant," the XO urges Haemis, "Please,"
((OOC: And POOF! It's a post! Re-tag McTavish and anyone else who might want to jump in.))
Posted on 2016-09-26 at 11:27:09.
Edited on 2016-09-26 at 11:27:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: *grins*
Thankee, sir! Had a bunch of fun making that... and it only took me a week or so to get it from concept to completion (plus it turned out WAAAAAAY better than I had originally imagined it might)so I was thrilled!
Anyhoo... Tochi post going up now... just some "character-play" from the reception. 
Posted on 2016-09-26 at 11:26:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Happy Monday!
Got myself distracted with other things, this weekend (if you've seen my Facebook page, you know what I'm talking about), but am now revving back up the post-machine. Hoping to have a little something or somethings tacked up soon-like.
Hope everyone else had a great weekend. 
Posted on 2016-09-26 at 07:50:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Receptive receiving... would you like a receipt?
Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday - 42136.2)
USS Peregrine; Deck 2 - Captain's Mess - 19:02
",It's not our intent to involve ourselves in their politics, of course, but a bit of diplomatic reconnaissance is certainly in order as any information we can glean from tonight's reception could be of benefit to Captain Jacobs and any other Federation mediators with whom he might share that information."
The Trill chuckles softly and the science officer allows a small, soft smile to play across her lips as he continues, "Not that we've exactly been asked to do so. And, we suppose, we've just told you all of that for no other reason than to talk with you some more because, really, we don't believe we are expected to do much beyond play nice with the VIPs and see to it that they arrive safely at the Gamera system." He winks, "So, Asovil, simply enjoy the evening and you'll be doing your part."
The beautiful Andorian raises her eyebrows, the smile still on her darkening face as the blood rushes to her cheeks. "You make it sound so simple, and yet at the same time, so complicated."
"Such is politics," he grins, offering a shrug, "a complicated means to solving simple problems."
"I will do my best to uphold the honor of this ship through my behavior. I'm afraid none of my training really prepares me to play at those political games to which it is obvious you've a talent. Perhaps it is from one of your past hosts? If so, I'd thoroughly enjoy listening to the telling of those tales. When appropriate, of course."
His smile only growing as she continues to speak, Tochi nods, a playful spark flashing in his eyes; "Of course."
"Perhaps," she continues, dipping her gaze just a bit and picking at some lint on her pant leg. "I will do as you're planning on doing and observe." Looking up and meeting his eyes, she broadens her smile. "I will likely learn a great deal just by watching your behavior."
He nods again, his smile mirroring hers. "Observing is what we do in Starfleet," he says, his point proven by just how long he's allowed himself to swim in the sapphire of her eyes. His smile takes on an impish quality, then. "Be warned, though, Asovil," he grins, his voice dropping to a mock-conspiratorial tone, "watching me too closely might result in more trouble for you than it's worth."
Sliding doors reveal the two ambassadors standing nearly shoulder to shoulder at the entrance. Just behind are two Ops personnel who Asovil assumes are their official escorts. The gray scaly one provides the universal signal for the orange fellow to proceed before him, but the other isn't inclined to be even slightly indebted to his counterpart and offers the same gesture in return.
The science officer leans in a little closer to Lt. Zai and whispers, "Who is who?"
"The elegantly dressed fellow with the orange skin is Ambassador Threel of the Rytain," Tochi whispers in reply just before he starts to get to his feet, "The other is Ambassador D'Lar of Kuldar.
Rising, the blue-skinned beauty briefly touches Tochi's forearm with the tips of her white-nailed fingers. "Thank you," she states. "For everything."
Even as he tries to ignore the tingling that the brief contact brought to his skin, Tochi's own hand rises to rest atop hers for an instant. "You're very welcome," he smiles before letting his hand fall away, "It's been my pleasure." He straightens his tunic, then, and puts on his best XO-face as he turns to greet the two diplomats.
Straightening her uniform jacket, Lt. Sh'iroalnas follows the XO over to the door just as the stringy-haired, plain-clothed delegate shrugs and steps into the room.
"Ambassadors," Lt Zai smiles in welcome as he moves to intercept the pair, "Good evening and welcome." He stops his advance at a respectful distance and, in lieu of offering a hand to either, offers the diplomats a short bow.
"Salutations, Lt Zai," Threel replies, offering a shorter bow in return. His eyes look past the Trill to survey the, as yet, relatively empty room; "Will the Captain not be joining us?"
"Captain Drake is on his way, Ambassador Threel," Tochi replies smoothly, Riva is probably wrestling him out of his Ready Room at this very moment, "It's been quite a busy day aboard ship and our Captain, unfortunately, has found himself mired in the tedium of administration as a result. We expect him at any moment.
In the meantime," he continues, making a respectful gesture to indicate the lovely Andorian flanking him, "Allow me to introduce Lt Asovil Sh'iraolnas; the Peregrine's Chief Science Officer. Lt Sh'iraolnas, this is Ambassador Threel and Ambassador D'Lar," he indicates each in turn with the same respectful gesture.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both," Asovil intones using a pleasant voice.
As Asovil greets the diplomats, Tochi answers a questioning glance from one of the ambassadors' escorts with a faint nod and the two gold-shirts disappear back into the corridor. He turns back, then, and watched Asovil interact with the diplomats,
"Heh, a tall one, aren't you?" D'Lar chuffs with what passes as a smile. "Science officer, huh? I would advise you to be cautious with your declarations of pleasure, young lady. At least until you've had the chance to really engage with us. We are, after all, pure bred politicians."
Threel clucks his tongue and steps closer to the Andorian. Standing shorter than Asovil, he looks up at her from beneath his brow. "Pay the Honorable D'Lar no mind, Lieutenant. I, for one, am pleased to be here and am intent on being an enjoyable dinner companion."
"Who's to say that watching politicians at work isn't enjoyable?" D'Lar adds and hooks his thumbs into his belt. "I find it very entertaining."
Tochi grins in the wake of Asovil's tentative smile, just then. For all her professions of not being quite prepared to deal with the likes of Threel and D'Lar, she appears to be holding her own quite well.
"There is no doubt that this evening will be entertaining no matter the camp you find yourself in, I'm sure," Asovil says tactfully. Her eye flit briefly to Tochi and he offers her an encouraging nod along with a reassuring smile as she continues. "And I'm certain you will both be excellent dinner companions."
"Confidence is certainly high," D'Lar grins wolfishly. "I can appreciate that. And why not? I'll not complain should I have a good drink in hand and fresh meat on my plate."
"And I," Threel adds, not to be outdone. "Will enjoy what I anticipate to be smart conversation from officers of such a fine ship."
The gray-skinned delegate laughs loudly at this and looks past Asovil and Tochi to the table. "Are the drinks served, then? I could empty an entire barrel of Kuldarian Forsh."
"Indeed they are, Ambassador D'Lar," Lt Zai says, turning in the direction the Kuldaran's eyes had travelled. He gesures to the table bedecked in Federation Blue tones; "Please, help yourselves, and, if you don't find something to your liking," he indicates the Ops crewmen manning the other two stations, then, "Mr Pierce or Mr Suder will happily assist you."
D'Lar issues a pleased grunt and a curt nod then trudges for the drink table. Similarly, Threel offers a brief bow, a faint smile, and a "Thank you, Lieutenants," before following suit with his counterpart.
As the Ambassadors move to select their drinks, Tochi draws up beside Asovil, and resting a hand on her should for an instant, and whispers, "Well done." He gestures toward the drink table again and smiles; "Might we buy you a drink, Lt Sh'iraolnas?"
((OOC: And that catches me up with one part... another post in the works to address the "character-play" entry. ))
Posted on 2016-09-22 at 14:54:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: As I have been known to say from time to time...
...SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I'll get to work.
Posted on 2016-09-22 at 13:21:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nice post, Haemis!
Seems our new CEO is something of a recluse. 
Posted on 2016-09-22 at 12:09:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: We know how that goes!
Glad you made it through it unscathed, Brom!
Also, I've gone ahead and thrown up another bit for Tochi that shoots us up to just past midnight on 2365.02.09... that ball is now in Olan's court.
Aaaaand Boo Boo, I'll have something else for you from Medical shortly.
Posted on 2016-09-21 at 13:07:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: A midnight visit
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Deck 2; Lt Zai's Quarters - 0016
Tochi was tired; physically and mentally. Tired enough that he should have been asleep the moment his head had hit the pillow. It had been an extremely long and trying day, at least at the start; a long day that had developed into an almost equally lengthy (albeit significantly less stressful) evening, A day that might as well have been two, he thought, yawning as he blinked at the stars beyond the porthole above his bed, We'll need to remember to never again complain about the lack of activity aboard ship. ,His body had been more than willing to let go of the day by the time the reception had ended and, he had thought, so, too, had his mind been. Once he had settled into his bed, though, and the physical stresses had begun to melt away, his mind seemed to catch its second wind.
At first, the thoughts his mind chose to chase around were soothingly pleasant, at least, the unexpectedly pleasant dinner conversation with Asovil, the musical arrangement of Blue on the Bay, Risian sunsets. As peaceful as those thoughts were, though, Tochi found that it took very little for his brain to chase threads of them off into others that were more than a little vexing, the unexpected replacement of the Peregrine's senior staff, Captain Jacobs' animosity towards Silas and his elitism toward seemingly everyone else, Eric, the ambassadors,
"The ambassadors," he murmured into the darkness, his mind choosing to latch on to Threel and D'Lar, just then, "Both more and less than what we had originally estimated them to be, aren't they?"
Initially, when he had first been introduced to the pair of diplomats on Starbase 118, Tochi got the impression that the orange-skinned Rytain might have been the more politic of the two whereas the wolfish Kuldar would have been less inclined to the more passive resolution that the summit was proposed to fashion between their warring peoples. The more exposure Tochi had to them, though, especially having gotten to observe their interactions at the reception, the more he was starting to believe that the opposite might be true for each of them. Yes, overtly, D'Lar was brusque and belligerent but, during the course of the reception, Tochi had come to see that, despite the perceived brutishness, the Kuldaran seemed genuinely interested in seeing a truly diplomatic peace forged with the Rytain. On the other hand, Ambassador Threel's behavior had provoked a bit of disquiet in the Trill's ‘inner- consul.' The man had professed his peoples devotedness to the Gamera Summit's goals, more than once and, perhaps, more insistently than Zai was prone to believe given the long-standing troubles between the two societies.
Additionally, while D'Lar had certainly pushed the limits of decorum during the reception, he had done so with no small measure of mirth and self-deprecation, indicating a willingness to be as open and honest as need be to see that accords with the Rytain were reached. Threel, too, had affected an air of enthusiastic cooperation but, Lt Zai couldn't help but feel that it was just that, an affectation. For the most part, outward appearances showed what he might have initially expected from the Rytain, but there had been numerous instances, tonight, in which some of those superficial appearances belied less than politic leanings, The forced smiles, the hard eyes that failed to soften even with laughter, the way he seemed to take almost every perceived slight personally,
Throwing back the covers, the Peregrine's XO heaved an exasperated sigh and sat up on the edge of his bed. "Computer; Lights," he demanded, rubbing at his bleary eyes with the heels of his hands as the room's lighting waxed brighter. "It doesn't seem we'll be sleeping much, anyway," he grumbled softly, "Kasru appears to be wide awake."
Had Zai's previous host been part of the Federation's delegation to the Gamera Summit and subject to these same circumstances, she might have already gotten herself aboard the Coronado in order to gauge the states of mind of both Threel and D'Lar's retinues, thereby painting the broader picture with finer strokes,
"Though, we doubt Capt Jacobs would appreciate, let alone approve, our intervention," Tochi smirked, padding across the floor to the closet, "Kasru's experience notwithstanding."
,He dressed quickly, in casual clothing as opposed to a uniform, as his thoughts chased each other, and, affixing his commbadge to his shirt, abandoned the bedroom for the lavatory. He splashed some cold water in his eyes and checked his appearance before leaving the washroom behind, as well, and strode for the door to the corridor. "Computer," he queried as the door slid away and he stepped into the hallway, "Location of Captain Drake?"
=/=Captain Drake is in his quarters.=/=
We hope you're awake, Silas, Tochi thought, turning to make his way to Drake's room, and that you won't think this to be something that could have waited until the morning.
Situated as their quarters were, Tochi's walk to Silas' took less than a minute. The Trill used the remainder of that minute to try and put his thoughts into an order that was more succinct than stream of consciousness and, at last, tapped the call key next to the Captain's door,
((OOC: Assuming some sort of response, annoyed or otherwise,))
"It's Lt Zai, sir. We're sorry to bother you, Captain," Tochi replied to Silas' acknowledgement over the comm, "but we made some observations at the reception, this evening, that we would like to discuss with you if you have a few minutes."
((OOC: Tag, O' Captain, my Captain!  ))
Posted on 2016-09-21 at 13:04:50.
Edited on 2016-09-21 at 13:09:04 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Silver Screen (again)
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Coronado; Deck 4; Corridor 04-1036A - 2215
It was time.
The corridors of the Coronadowere quieter, now, if not altogether devoid of traffic, but, if he was correct, in the next forty-five minutes or so, when the ship's crew swapped one shift for another, there would be a flurry of activity that could benefit his cause to some degree. He imagined that the Minister, panicky as he was, might take some exception with the timing, but the Minister was not the one specifically trained in these sorts of things. It would be easy enough to convince him,
He cued the door, surprised but not displeased that it didn't immediately slide away before him as it had last time. Still, he thought, his thumb moving to daub the key for the chime, now, it likely only means that he couldn't keep his hands off of that case and is in there, right now, with the cursed thing wide open,
=/=Yes?=/= the Ministers voice warbled, =/=Who's there?=/=
,and making sure he has the time to put it away before anyone interrupts him. He sighed, not quite inwardly. It was one thing to have boarded this ship under the guise of a lowly attaché - it made him easier to disregard, more of a figure likely to blend or better yet disappear into the background, thus, making his job easier to do - but, if he lived through this whole affair, he would never understand the insistence on his being assigned directly to the Minister. Dedication to the cause aside, the man was flighty, skittish, and not nearly as tactful as he liked to pretend - and that was a detriment much the same as being a simple attaché was a benefit. I rather hope he's drunk.
"It is I, Minister," he replied on the tail end of that sigh, Who else might it be, you quivering sack of,
=/=Of course. Of course. Come in.=/= The panel mounted next to the door chirped and the door shushed away to reveal the Minister standing immediately on the other side, fretfully wringing his hands. "Is it time?"
The Attaché tried not to roll his eyes but failed, miserably. He grasped both of the Minister's hands with one of his own, laid the other on the Minister's chest and, as gently as he could allow himself, pushed the man far enough back into the room that the doors closed. "Yes," he growled softly through clenched teeth, "It is," Just then, the Attaché's gaze fell on the case, sitting there on the low table in front of the divan. His teeth clenched all the more and he thought he might actually crack one or two before he shoved the Minister aside (not at all gently, this time) and stormed across the room.
"I told you to leave this be!"
Taken aback, the Minister blustered incoherently for an instant, and then chased after his attaché, waggling a finger. "How dare you toss me around like some th'Loh schun," he squeaked indignantly, "I am the Minister of,"
He swallowed whatever he had been about to say as his attaché, eyes snapping up from their inspection of the case, fixed him with an unsympathetic glare and said; "And I am not the simple attendant you pretend me to be, Minister! Remember that before you speak any further with the door closed as it is!" As the Minister flinched and nearly cowered back a step, the Attaché thrust a finger at the case and snarled; "These are crucial to what I, what we have to do, here, and the more you hover over them, GAAAHHH!!!"
"Of course," the Minister shrank, "of course. I, I am sorry, I just, it's all so,"
"Please, tell me you did not touch them."
"No, I, I just looked, again, Are you, sure that they'll do what's needed? They seem, so,. so small."
"Have you been drinking," the Attaché demanded, then.
Looking insulted, the Minister replied with an emphatic; "No!"
The Attaché clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes; "Why not?" He gestured sharply at the divan as he stomped away to retrieve the bottle he'd seen the Minister pour a drink from earlier; "Sit! Touch nothing! Nothing!"
The Minister nodded and tottered toward the divan to sit as he'd been told, folding his hands in his lap as, behind him, the Attaché poured an extremely tall glassful of the scarlet liqueur.
"And, yes, Minister," the Attaché's calmer, almost patronizing voice said following the slow trickling sound of liquid being poured, "I am entirely sure that, despite their size, they will do the job perfectly,"
There was the sound of the bottle being returned to the shelf, scarcely discernable footsteps, and then, the glass appeared from over the Minister's right shoulder. Once he accepted the glass, he felt the Attaché move from behind him, and continue on in that supercilious tone; ",and, despite their size, in the next hour, they will no longer be of any concern to you. They will be far removed from your care and you can luxuriate in," He sighed, emphasizing his condescension, and made an expansive gesture as he came around the back of the sofa, ",whatever all of this is; content in knowing you've done your part for the cause."
"Of course," the Minister blinked.
"Of course," parroted the Attaché, sinking into a chair across from the other man, "Drink. And listen."
The Minister pulled an overlong draught from the glass and, wincing as he swallowed the mouthful, nodded faintly as the Attaché continued; "In less than thirty kli, the duty shifts of this vessel will change. When that happens, you and I will mix into the crowds that will fill the corridors and find ourselves ‘accidentally misplaced' on deck four. Once there, we will ‘wander aimlessly' until the personnel surge has abated, at which time, we should find ourselves all but alone,"
The Minister paused himself in the midst of a second swallow, choked down the partial mouthful and started to question the Attaché's plan; "But, won't we,"
"I said," the Attaché admonished, holding up a finger and fixing him with a no-nonsense stare, "for you to drink and listen; not speak,"
"Of, course," the Minister nodded tautly, finding himself already mid-sip at the Attaché's admonition.
"If we are challenged," the ‘junior delegate' continued, "we simply got turned about in the confusion and, somehow, managed to step off the turbo-lift sooner or later than we had intended, and, not realizing it until we had wandered enough to get lost. Do you understand?"
"Mmm," the Minister nodded emphatically, unable to voice a response as he had been caught mid-swallow, "mmmhmm."
"Good," the Attaché nodded curtly in reply, "should such a thing happen once I am already in the Jeffries Tube, you sent your attaché to find where you should be and are awaiting his return,"
"Of course," answered the Minister, licking a trickle of blood red liqueur from his lips, "of course. Yes. I understand."
"See that you do," the Attaché counseled, "This should take no more than twenty kli, perhaps twenty-five. There is no room for nervousness and fidgeting lest you'd like to see us fail in our enterprise,"
"No. Of course not!"
"Good. Have another. We leave in fifteen kli, No! Leave that be! I'll take the case, Minister."
Posted on 2016-09-20 at 11:21:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Backposts...
...are always acceptable. Just because we move forward don't let that stop you from going back and addressing previous posts.
Posted on 2016-09-20 at 11:08:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: In that case...
...I've got another post from our friends aboard the Coronado and one for Tochi calling on the Captain that I need to finish/post.
Posted on 2016-09-20 at 11:01:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: More from the reception (fluff'n'stuff)
Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday - 42136.2)
USS Peregrine; Deck 2 - Captain's Mess - 19:02
"Good evening, Lt Sh'iraolnas. No bells?"
The willowy Andorian tenses faintly, then rises quickly from her chair and turns towards him. She offers a smart salute which he returns with a grin. There is a captivating light shining in the depths of those sapphire eyes, in that instant, and a faint upticking of the corners of her mouth but her full smile doesn't quite appear, You should never be afraid to show that smile, Asovil, he thinks,
"Lt. Zai," she returns from behind that restrained smile. "Unfortunately, the creation of bells to adorn my uniform is not part of my replicator rations. And, I could find nothing in the Starfleet manual about the placement of bells on a dress uniform, so I chose to disregard the adornment in favor of avoiding another reprimand on my record."
"Not to worry," Tochi chuckles softly, gesturing at the various wind-chimes overhanging the room. "Operations has seen to all the bells we may need. And, if we may say so, you look perfectly lovely without them,"
"You, sir," Asovil can no longer keep her smile at bay and it erupts across her face lighting her from within. "Are incorrigible."
There! Much better!
"In some situations," he responds, his own smile fueled by the freeing of her own, "we suppose that's true."
"I must admit something, Lt. Zai," the young woman adds with a worried tone. "This is the first time I've been invited to such an event. What is expected of me in my position and how best can I honor the Captain and this ship?"
"A good question," Tochi says, "Let us begin our answer by saying that you honor our Captain and our ship simply by attending. In our experience, this sort of thing is little more than a formality, intended to make our guests feel welcome, to familiarize them with the command staff, and the staff with them. On the surface of things and, likely in Captain Drake's intent, we suppose, it's as simple as that; nothing more than a ‘meet-and-greet,' as Terrans say, to show hospitality,"
The XO pauses, here, and offers something of a shrug. He knows that Asovil has yet to have her formal briefing with the Captain and that details about the Peregrine's current mission should come from Silas, himself. Given the course that today had followed, though, Tochi can see no other way to answer the Andorian woman's question without divulging, at least, some of those particulars.
",That said," Lt Zai smiles vaguely, "and as I'm sure that you, as a scientist, are aware, things are often other than more than what the surface shows." He gestures to her chair as he pulls out the one next to it and sits, inviting her to do the same, before continuing. "Our initial directive in this mission was to function only as an escort for the Coronado," Tochi explains once Asovil has retaken her seat, "We were to have little to no contact with the ambassadors, at all, and Captain Jacobs and his crew were to be responsible for things such as this. Things veered from that course fairly quickly, though, as, much to Capt Jacobs' consternation, Ambassadors Threel and D'Lar all but insisted that they be billeted aboard the ‘superior ship,' as they put it. So, we find ourselves here, immersed much more deeply in the particulars of this mission than we were ever intended to be and, as result, having to, shall we say ‘support the mission' in ways that we, perhaps, weren't prepared for.
To that end, it's my intent, at least, to use this occasion as an opportunity to try and guage the ambassadors' levels of commitment and even interest in the summit to which we are escorting them," he offers a roguish smile, "Reading the room, if you don't mind us using yet another Terran euphemism. It's not our intent to involve ourselves in their politics, of course, but a bit of diplomatic reconnaissance is certainly in order as any information we can glean from tonight's reception could be of benefit to Captain Jacobs and any other Federation mediators with whom he might share that information."
The Trill chuckles softly. "Not that we've exactly been asked to do so. And, we suppose, we've just told you all of that for no other reason than to talk with you some more because, really, we don't believe we are expected to do much beyond play nice with the VIPs and see to it that they arrive safely at the Gamera system," he winks. "So, Asovil, simply enjoy the evening and you'll be doing your part."
Posted on 2016-09-19 at 13:40:05.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Concept...
...of the concepts I've been toying with, I'm leaning towards a "stoner street kid" type. Not necessarily a "gang banger" but just some streetwise, pick-pocket, possibly homeless, loser/slacker type. *nods*
Playing around with details but that's it in a nutshell.
Posted on 2016-09-18 at 08:42:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: The weekend got busy!!!
I've got posts in the works... just haven't had the time to finish. Hoping to have things close to done by this evening.
Posted on 2016-09-18 at 08:39:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Absotively, posilutley!
If there are any NPCs in game that folks want to take a run at in post, feel free! Some of the more important NPCs (like the ambassadors) will likely require some consultation with the GM or myself, but, as for just about every other NPC, long as their place in the posts makes sense and you "stay true" to the character, knock yourselves out!
Also, I realize that some of you might be out there thinking that you've really got nothing to post about. Maybe you're feeling too much like the Ambassadorial thing is all that's going on... maybe you can't come up with an idea to get a post going... I dunno... been plenty of times I struggled to post for many reasons... Anyway, what I'm saying is that, if you want to post but, for whatever reason are having a hard time coming up with something, please just let me know and I'll do the best I can to help you come up with something!
Posted on 2016-09-17 at 13:18:00.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Time frame
Are we looking at this game being set in the "modern-day" or are we era-hopping (i.e. 60', 70's, 80's)?
I've got an idea or two as far as character-type, at the moment, but haven't decided on one over the other, yet. Once I do, I'll be sure to let you know.
Also, I prefer a more RP-oriented type of game as opposed to dungeon crawls but am flexible depending on what other players might prefer...and YES to super-spine-tingling horror!
Posted on 2016-09-16 at 11:22:15.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Pretty cool!
I've started reading the pdf... barely scratched the surface, yet, really, but it's a pretty awesome set-up.
Posted on 2016-09-16 at 10:33:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Agreed...
Tochi might consider waiting to bring it up at a staff meeting, but, in the end, it'd probably get the better of him and he'd end up popping in on the Captain in the middle of the night anyway...
"We're sorry to wake you, Silas, but... well, we noticed some things at the reception earlier that just might be of some importance where his summit is concerned... Got any Andorian women in here?"
Posted on 2016-09-15 at 14:26:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: :D
Thanks! Glad you approve!
Yeah... Tochi's kind of come to something of a revelation where the Ambassadors are concerned, I think. Not one that he's entirely sure of, just yet, but I think he's just seen the flip side of the coin he saw from these two on the Starbase and the balance of his trust might have shifted just a skoash. He's definitely curious as to what Jacobs and Farr might be experiencing out of the rest of the delegation... and, of course, what Silas' thoughts might be. There could be room for an "aside conversation" in this, boss, if you'd care to play it out, now, as opposed to "waiting for the next day."
Posted on 2016-09-15 at 14:01:20.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Heheheheh!
Mythical Roommate... I can totally visualize that on a MTG card, somehow!
"Even though he/she appears to sleep all day and never chips in for groceries, somehow the apartment is always spotless, the rent is always paid, and the HOTTEST people always show up for your parties."
Posted on 2016-09-15 at 13:00:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Aboard the Coronado
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Coronado; Deck 3; VIP Quarters - 1830
The door to the stateroom hissed open and the sound of heavy footsteps that followed caused the Minister to tense and practically slam the lid of his case closed in a panic. That tension eased, though, when his unannounced visitor appeared in the archway that separated the office space from the cabin proper. "You startled me," the Minister scolded, "If you had been anyone else,"
"You should have seen to it that your door was locked," the visitor chastised in return, his stern gaze ticking meaningfully toward the Minister's case, "If I had been anyone else, just now, our mission would have failed. Leave those alone until it's time."
Sufficiently cowed by the rebuke, the Minister locked the case and set it aside. "You are right, of course. I suppose I'm simply nervous."
"Where are they," the visitor asked, refusing to pander any more to the Minister's skittishness.
"In the lounge, taking drinks with the Captain and his First Officer," the Minister answered, rubbing his hands on his vest as he rose from the desk, "Are we going, now?"
"No," the visitor shook his head, "It is too soon. This ship is less active in the later hours. Our chances will be much better then."
"Of course," the Minister nodded, his fingertips tentatively brushing across the case as he came from around the desk and moved toward the living area, "of course. When?"
"I shall let you know," the visitor said, "until then, leave the case be. You'll draw unnecessary attention."
"Yes," the Minister said, glancing back at the visitor who still leaned in the archway and, beyond him, the case, "of course."
"I can do this alone," the visitor sighed, "if you are finding yourself with a lack of resolve."
"No!" the Minister protested a bit more quickly than he had intended. "No," he repeated following a breath, "I am as committed to this as you." He took a decanter from a shelf and poured himself a sampling of the blood red liquid, then, with a gesture, offered to do the same for his visitor.
The visitor lifted a hand by way of refusal and, at last pushing away from the archway in which he had been leaning, moved toward the door. "Perhaps you should have another after that," he suggested before the door whisked away to admit him to the corridor, "It may steel your nerve."
"Of course," the Minister muttered, quickly drinking that first sampling and, then, pouring another, larger than the first, "Of course."
Posted on 2016-09-15 at 12:46:54.
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