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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Must...have...POSTS!!!
Posts, I tell ya....
I'm sick... I know...
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 13:22:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: No problem...
...I was volunteering "just in case."
I am itching to write something, though, so I may just go see what's going on down in Shuttle Bay 2. 
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 12:40:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Sleep shift?
Who in the frill authorized sleep shifts?!?!?
I guess I assumed that Reid's "scheduled duty hours" would have been beta shift as it's typical for the CTO (Berk) to take Alpha... although Reid does have that Alpha shift on the bridge on Fridays, Saturdays, and Beta on Sunday.... (can you tell I just opened the roster?) ...yeah, actually, looking at this, it's showing that Blackmon is doing the TAC/SEC bridge shift, right now.... Okay... I can do something and run with it if you'd prefer.... Whip up a little something with Ens Blackmon fielding the call, at least, dispatching a detail, and passing the info up he chain as appropriate? Up to you, though, buddy-bear!
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 12:03:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I wish I could give you some!
The last couple of days, my mind has been stuck in overdrive or something. Between working, posting, and time with the family, I should be brain fried but, for whatever reason, I keep latching on to little pieces of this and that, siphoning it into the old brain pan and let it run riot...
*whispers* ...I think it's even following me into sleep. Pretty sure I had a dream about the opening credits for a Star Trek: Peregrine TV show, last night... Wish I could remember it in detail... I do recall Captain Drake looking all Michael Fassbender, though... and CPO Cook looked a bit like Amy Schumer... *shrugs* ... only from the mind of minolta....
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 11:10:24.
Edited on 2016-08-25 at 11:11:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Tech-Specs: The Aurora Angel
((OOC: Since I went ahead and introduced Tochi's little side project in Megan's last post, I figured I should write up a little outline for the thing. We won't get into what inspired Tochi to design and build the it, just yet... call it a story for another time... At some point, I'll also see what I can do about sketching the thing up or something. I kind of picture it as being vaguely "manta-shaped" (as mentioned in the post and alluded to by the "class" designation) and, although it's unfinished, looks to be a melding of Starfleet and Trill aesthetics (sturdy and durable looking a la SF, but with sleeker, more organic lines a la Trill)... Anyway... here... in case the Engineering types or whoever might be interested and/or wanna work it into a post.))
Technical Specifications - Project ZLR-850FCX419: Manta-Class Runabout
Classification: General Purpose Interstellar Vessel
Accommodation:
Development Started: 2362
Construction Start Date: 2364
Current Status: Under Construction
Location of Construction: Shuttle Bay 2, Section M-13; U.S.S. Peregrine NCC-79288
Current Vessel Identification and Registration Numbers:
Manta-Class Introduction
Mission Objectives
The Manta-Class Runabout is being designed with four general mission types in mind.
Advance scouting/survey vesselAct as a base of operations (orbital or landed) for Scientific Expeditions or Medical PersonnelTransport personnel, intact experiment and/or cargo modules.Perform tactical missions such as intelligence gathering (scouting), covert insertion/extraction of personnel, deter threatening situations.
Design Statistics**
- Length: 24.2 meters
- Width:34.25 meters
- Height: 6.2 meters
- Mass: 238.05 metric tons
- Hull:Duranium-Tritanium composite
- Number of Decks: 1
General Overview
The Manta-Class runabout features a front cabin for four; a pilot, a co-pilot/operations, and two mission specialists. Just aft of the front cabin is a small transporter room; plans are to install a two person transporter in this section. The spaces aft of the transporter room are being designed to support mission specific module. The nature of this modular design will allow the runabout to be quickly convertible to other mission-type specific requirements (i.e. Personnel transport, scientific expeditions, tactical assignments, etc.) There are also mounts for two micro-torpedo/probe launcher modules on the dorsal side of the craft's forward hull. The Manta-Class is highly customizable and, for extended travel, the rear of the craft can be configured as a large cabin with sleeping and dining areas. In most cases, this rear area is generally utilized as a cargo bay.
The Manta-Class features integrated Impulse and Warp reactors, In-wing Imbedded Warp Nacelles, and wing-tip lift engines. The impulse engines are constructed from eight fusion reactors divided into two set, space-time impulse drive coils, and vectored exhaust directors. The engines also include intake vents configurable for atmospheric or interstellar travel. When maintenance is required, the drive assembly can be removed.
The Manta-class computer core, which measures 2.3 X 2.1 X1.3 meters, is located under the cockpit. The core is a standard isolinear unit with 186 isolinear banks and 53 command pre-processors. There are numerous subnodes installed throughout the craft (two of these, linked and installed directly flanking the core, are solely dedicated to interfacing/integrating the manual flight control systems with standard LCARS based FCS. Sub-nodes are connected to the core by standard Optical Data Network (ODN) relays.
BASIC TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
Accommodation
Officers and Crew: 8 - 10
Evacuation Limit: 27
Dimensions ***
Overall Length: 24.2 meters
Overall Draft: 6.2 meters
Overall Beam: 34.25 meters
Performance
Full Impulse: .25c
Cruise Speed: Warp 4
Maximum Velocity: Warp 5 (for twelve hours)
Armament
Standard - Type V phaser arrays (6), Microtorpedo launchers (2, optional)
Transport Equipment
Standard Personnel Transporter; Capacity: 2
((OOC notes: * - The Aurora Angel doesn't have a registration number as, first, it's not yet spaceworthy and, secondly, it's not an official Starfleet design/production project, just a prototype/personal project.
** - Made this notation as the ship's dimensions (especially the width/beam) shouldn't be interpreted as "set in stone", consider them more "rough estimates based on quick and fuzzy math" (at least until I get a sketch made or computer model put together),
*** - Again, I flagged this entire section because the dimensions aren't exactly ‘fixed' just yet and many of the other components/equipment listed have yet to be installed, Plus, the Performance entries are "estimated based on simulation" not true flight testing.))
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 10:10:11.
Edited on 2016-08-25 at 10:11:12 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Enabler!!! LOL
I'm currently going back and forth between working up some tech-specs for "Tochi's Special Project" down in the shuttle bay (figured it was about time to gather all my notes and put them into a single document) and poking around the roster to see which security folk I might wanna snatch up.
Oh... and I'm working, too, so... I got things goin' on, man! And I keep lookin' for more!!!! What's wrong with meeeeeeeee?!?!?!?!?!?! 
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 08:19:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yeah! What Boo Boo said!
If Ody doesn't feel up to it (or is otherwise engaged), I'm willing to snatch up a security NPC and contribute, as well. 
Fair warning... I'm feeling kind of hyper again, today... Who knows what might happen?
Posted on 2016-08-25 at 07:23:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Cue Lt Reid. Heigh-yo, Ody!
Time stamp seems to fall on Beta shift, anyway.
Thanks for letting us know about your hectic schedule, Brennus.
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 19:27:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good job, Boo Boo!
Way to keep the momentum! +1
Don't forget, Leah's answered Miraan's question and such if you feel like doing any more with that.
Everybody else... *pokepokepoke*
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 17:28:38.
Edited on 2016-08-24 at 17:39:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Like I said...
Hyper. Active. 
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 16:11:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: A flash back and a flash forward
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Corridor, Deck 5, Turbolift to Lounge
"So, measure for measure, yes?"
When he volleyed the conversation back to Asovil with those words, Tochi thought he caught a hint of disappointment flicker across the Andorian's features. It was difficult to tell for sure as, when he turned to look at her, her hand had moved to brush her hair behind her ear, precluding a clear view of the fleeting expression. It appeared, too, when her hand fell back to her side and he was able to see her face again, that it was her turn to muse on how best to express her next thoughts. He watched her as she contemplated; closely enough, in fact, that he failed to notice the oncoming OPS crewmen until they and Asovil nearly collided,
They're not paying attention to where they're going, either, he smirked inwardly, mentally chastising himself as much as the crewmen.
As the OPS boys finally realized what was happening and initiated their evasive maneuvers, Tochi readied a hand to steady or even catch Asovil should they actually crash into her. For her part, though, the pretty Andorian deftly avoids the collision by turning sideways, pressing closer to him by necessity for a split second, as they pass. Even in doing so, Asovil, apparently unfazed by the near miss judging by her even tone said; "Fair enough,"
"Mind your course, gentlemen," the XO gently rebuked the crewmen as they passed by and Asovil non-chalantly resumed her stride
"Sorry, sirs," one of them answered in concert with the other's; "Excuse us, sirs."
"Carry on."
"Aye, sir."
,"Have you ever - in your vast travels, and through all of your lifetimes - wondered what's on the other side of a black hole," Asovil was saying as Tochi's attentions returned to her, or what would happen if you could fold the Universe, or what uses a small measure of a neutron star's energy could have?"
Absolutely, he found himself - or was it just Zai? - thinking, All of those things and more. That's why we chose you. He said nothing aloud, though. Instead, Tochi nodded and offered a bit of a sagacious grin as she continued.
"I grew up with my father asking ‘what if' about everything. The first real questions of any importance that I remember formulating had to do with our solar system. The first paper I wrote for publication (it was rejected, in case you're wondering) had to do with stellar formation and the evolution of our star. My curiosity hasn't subsided either. I'm currently working on a dark matter/dark energy theory with some colleagues from various facilities throughout the Federation. I hear that these Saber class vessels have the latest technologies in Stellar Cartography. I'm looking forward to spending time there and putting some of my theories to test."
"Despite our different career paths, Asovil," Tochi said as they drew up outside the Observation Lounge, "it sounds as if we share quite a few similar interests.
And, for the record; yes - in all of our vast travels and in all of our many lifetimes - we have wondered about many things," he offered a playful wink along with his grin and, as the lounge door opened, added, "We may have even found answers to some of them along the way."
Deck 5, "The Aerie," Tochi and Asovil's table - 1606
",Anyway," he shrugs, folding his hands together atop the table and leaning forward just a bit as he smiles interestedly, "we were in the midst of a measure-for-measure thing, weren't we? Was it your turn or ours?"
"Most certainly yours," Asovil states and folds her own hands on the table in front of her. Leaning forward a bit conspiratorially herself, she asks, "Do you retain all of the memories when you are joined?"
That's refreshing, Tochi thought, Most people avoid this subject as if speaking of it is some sort of taboo, We're going to like her.
"Yes," the smile on his face when he nodded the answer might have been colored by bashfulness as if she might have heard that thought, "all of them," The smile faded a bit, just then, but didn't quite disappear. If anything, it simply waxed more toward sentimental. His gaze flitted away from her and regarded the starscape beyond the window for a long moment... "And not just the memories," Tochi's gaze was still skimming the stars when he said this and, when it finally let go, it didn't return immediately to her. Instead, the Trill's eyes fell to regard his own hands where they were clasped together on the table, "There are talents, skills, feelings," he laughed softly as he finally looked back across the table, "even the taste or distaste for certain foods or music.
Honestly, it's kind of overwhelming, sometimes. Especially at first, at first, it seemed a lot like going mad," he said, his hands letting go of one another and lifting off the table as he shrugged and looked off to the vista beyond the window, "The Commission has always said that's because I wasn't officially selected as a candidate for joining, because I wasn't properly prepared,"
It was then that Leah returned, carrying a tray with their dinner orders. "Here we go, ladies and gents," she sang as she perched the tray on the edge of their table and began offloading the items. She had placed all of Asovil's order in front of her and had already slid Tochi's plate in front of him before the Trill's stare broke from the stars, again.
He blinked, once, and almost seemed surprised to see that dinner had appeared on the table. Then he blinked again as his eyes ticked towards Leah. "Thank you," he said, almost absently, as she set his glass of ice-berry juice on the table.
"Of course, luv," Leah grinned, tucking the now empty tray under one arm and taking a step back, "Anything else I can get for either of you?"
"No," Tochi said, a grin returning to his face, now, "We're all set, Leah." He turned his eyes back to Asovil; "Anything for you?"
((OOC: Assuming a "no" or something similar that'll send PO Finnley toddling off to tend to others))
"All right, then," Leah nodded, "Enjoy." She turned, then, and strolled away.
Tochi regarded the plate of food he had been served for a second. "This looks good," he commented off hand, reaching for the glass of slightly iridescent, ice blue juice. He took an appreciative sip of the stuff as his gaze tracked back to the Andorian who shared his table.
"Anyway," he smiled, "as we were saying; yes, we retain all of the previous hosts' memories when we are joined..."
He took up a fork, then, and indulged in a mouthful of his dinner. He chewed, swallowed, and took another sip from his glass. "How is your food," he asked,
((OOC: Assuming anything other than "Oh gods, it's horrible! I think I've been poisoned! I can't feel my antennae!!!"))
"Good," he smiled before taking another bite of his.
After swallowing that morsel, he studies the Andorian CSO for a long moment and, offering a curious sort of grin, asks; "Will that suffice as our measure matching yours, Asovil, or would you be disappointed if we didn't tell you more?"
((OOC: Volley!))
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 16:09:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Dooooo EEEEEEEEeeeeeeet!
Do it NOW!!!
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 13:31:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Another update...
...because I'm hyperactive today or something.
Edited the most recent Tochi post as i realized I timestamped it at 1245(ish) instead of 1545(ish)
Went ahead and removed Thorson from the roster (mainly because I was editing it and, through some fumbling of an html tag, hosed the thing). I did leave McTavish's entry as is, though.
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 12:33:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
You do realize that I am Eol Fefalas; ArchDuke of Longpost, right?
For some reason, when I sat down to get those replies written up, I expected there to me more to them, in the end... *shrugs*... it could have been longer, is all I'm saying. Your thumb can thank me later. 
Anyhoo... I went ahead and stubbed in and entry for Lt McTavish in the roster and relegated Thorson's entry to NPC status. Once we get more complete info for McTavish and such, I'll update the title from "Acting CEO" to "CEO" and we can consider Thorson officially off on Medical leave.
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 12:05:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Visiting Megan
Not exactly sure where that came from or why I decided to go ahead and write it up (maybe I just missed Megan and wondered what she was up to, who knows?), but, there it is for what it's worth.
Looks like I might've done a little fleshing out of the Engineering Department, as well, what with introducing Crewman Adler, and all... I'll tack him on to the roster shortly.
Speaking of the roster... if someone wanted to hit me with the info for Lt McTavish, I'd be happy to take care of that roster entry, as well, and get Thorson's entry replaced. Juuuuust sayin'! 
Update: Got Lincoln stubbed into the roster. I'll put some thought into history, habits, etc, and update once I've got something worth while.
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 11:37:35.
Edited on 2016-08-24 at 11:46:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Interlude: a Random Scene from Flight Control
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 5: Shuttle Bay 2 - 1318
The Peregrine was "at sail" once more, Starbase 118 in her wake by nearly twenty minutes, and the hubbub and hullabaloo surrounding her departure (and taking up her position as escort for the Coronado) had ebbed off to a dull drone in the background, especially here, in the recesses of Shuttlebay Two, beyond where the even the shuttles on maintenance cycle loomed and where the spare parts and fuel pods were stowed, in the shadow of the special project on which Lt Zai and LtCmdr Thorson had spent so many hours in the past months.
Wonder wha' the Lieutenant's gonna do, now, Megan pondered, running a hand over the unfinished hull of the vaguely manta-shaped craft, Cmdr Thor an' he'd worked so close on this,
She heaved a wistful sigh as her hand fell away from the structural members that, she'd heard, were supposed to support the starboard imbedded warp nacelle and, then, unceremoniously plopped down on an unopened crate of universal transition sensors and stared, for a moment, at the half clad skeleton of the tiny ship. As she did, she wondered what she might miss more now that Thorson was gone; watching he and Lt Zai work on the thing they called the Aurora Angel or, rather, listening to them talk about it in the Obs Lounge whilst they played cards and drank mead.
Probably th' latter, she grinned, blinking away her focus on the unfinished shuttle and turning it, instead, to the PADD that now rested across her knees. Sometimes got invited ta play an' sample some o' Thor's mead in tha' scenario. She accessed the files for her coursework, then, and, after a cursory glance at the next unit, found herself staring at the spaceframe, again, telling herself that, no, in fact, she'd much rather have watched the pair bring the thing completely from design simulation to spaceworthy craft. They'd never invited her to help, but, as she'd sat in this typically quiet space of the bay and studied for her certifications, she'd also half-paid attention to what Zai and Thorson got up to as the craft started to take shape and, as a result, had learned so many things that, she imagined, she would have never picked up from simple, academic instruction,
A clatter and a muffled curse, both issuing from just outside the partition separating this area from the shuttle bay proper, snatched her away from her thoughts and drew her gaze toward a crewman in golds was muttering to himself and gathering up the scattering of tools and equipment he had apparently just dropped. "Oi," she called, setting her PADD down and getting to her feet, "are ya alright, there?"
"Yeah," the crewman puffed in reply without looking up, "I was just trying to get all this stuff here without having to make two trips. Should've stacked it better."
"Or, y'know, used an AG sled," Megan grinned as she moved closer, "or, I dunno, made that second trip?"
"Heh! Yeah, I guess," the crewman chuckled, stacking a carton of ODN couplers atop a spool of conduit before finally glancing over his shoulder in order to see who he was talking to. He blinked once when he saw the tiny, elf-like woman with wild, red hair and a dazzling smile sauntering toward him. Then, blinked again as he swallowed the words which had somehow just gotten stuck in his throat. And blinked once more before he was able to sort through the suddenly mad jumble his thoughts had become and found enough clarity to get to his feet.
"You, You're Megan Owen," he stumbled over his own tongue, unaware that a goofy, almost smitten grin had begun to peels his lips away from his teeth.
"Aye," Megan snickered, stopping to pick up a wrapped set of spanners that likely belonged with the crewman's scattered things, "I know tha'. An' who're you, then?"
"Uh," The crewman wiped his hands on the front of his tunic, wiping away any dirt they might have picked up from the deck and, also, the nervous misting of sweat that had suddenly appeared on his palms. "Lincoln," he ran one of those hands through his neatly trimmed yet tousled brown hair, "Lincoln Alder," He timidly extended the other hand as he continued to fumble with his own name, "Crewman Lincoln Alder, Engineer's Mate, Computer Systems Specialist, uh, Hi?"
"H'lo, Lincoln Lincoln Alder," Megan laughed sunnily, slapping the spanners into the palm of Lincoln's outstretched hand, "These're your's, I reckon?"
"Uh," he blinked, blushed, and closed his fingers around the spanners just before Megan's tiny hand let them go, ",Yeah, Thanks, I, I,"
"Yer a bloomin' nervy mess, is wha' ya are," Megan giggled, striding past him and stopping to pick up a small box labeled Transition Module, Primary. "Relax, Lincoln," she smiled, offering the module back to him, "It's not's if ya went an' dropped all this in front o' th' Cap'n or anythin'!"
"Heh, Yeah, Oh," Lincoln chuckled, taking the box without looking at it, "Thanks, again, I just, ummm," He seemed to become suddenly aware that his hands were full and, after a split second of trying to figure out what he was holding, blinked at the items, smirked, and set them atop the pile of things he'd already managed to restack. "I mean, I've seen you before but, I just never thought our paths would cross, I, uh, You're going for your bridge certification, right?"
"Aye," Megan answered, laughing softly and shaking her head as Crewman Alder sputtered his way back into gathering his scattered gear, "An' if ya walk like ya talk, Lincoln, it's no wonder ya dumped all o' this. Lemme give ya a hand."
In just a matter of moments, between the two of them, they had the remainder of Lincoln's things gathered up into two stacks, now, instead of one. The somewhat less nervous engineer's mate hefted the bulkier of those and the grinning shuttle pilot took up the other. "Right, then," Megan chirped, "Where were ya to with this?"
Lincoln nodded toward the Aurora Angel; "Just right there." He didn't feel quite as anxious, now, as when he'd first seen her but something in the span of time between when he said that and his feet decided to carry him that direction still seemed awkward. When his eyes let her go and his feet finally did start moving, though, he was glad of it as it gave him the opportunity to turn his face away and, hopefully, hide the fresh blush that had heated his cheeks.
"Really," he heard her ask, the tone of her voice attesting to her genuine interest, "you've been workin' on th' Angel?"
"A little, yeah," he smiled faintly as they reached the forward end of the incomplete craft. He set his load down and let his eyes skim over the thing before turning back to Megan. His own smile broadened and his confidence might've been bolstered a bit by the expectant grin on the shuttle-pilot's face. "Not a lot, really, but some." He nodded to the stack of items she still carried in her arms; "Commander Thorson had asked me to run some ODN relays if and when I had the chance, There are about 50 sub-nodes in this thing; that's a lot of relays, Anyway," he shrugged and, then, reached out to unburden her of the items she carried, "Thorson asked me to do it a couple of days ago and I hadn't gotten around to it, yet. I figured that, seeing as how things went for him, today, the least I could do was make some time."
"That's sweet," Megan smiled, her eyes sparkling.
Lincoln's cheeks reddened a bit, even if his confidence just got another little boost. "Yeah," he said, "I guess. The commander's a good guy. I liked working for him, I'll miss him, I guess, I didn't get to see him off so this was the next best thing, I guess."
"I guess," Megan nodded, her eyes sweeping past Lincoln and taking in the Angel; "Ya think Lt Zai'll keep workin' on her? Now that Cmdr Thor's not on board, I mean?"
Lincoln thought about that for a minute, then offered a vague shrug. "I don't see why not," he answered after a moment, "I mean it's Lt Zai's design, for the most part. Commander Thorson helped, of course, tweaked a thing or two here and there, but, yeah, this is Zai's baby when it comes right down to it. I mean, look at the shape of her! And, hell, I don't know any pilot in this day and age outside of our XO that'd install a manual FCS by choice,"
Megan looked stunned. "It's got manual controls?"
"Yeah," Lincoln nodded, "Control yoke, throttle levers, the whole nine parsecs, It's got the standard LCARS interface, too, of course, but, Heeeey! You've never been inside, have you?"
"Uh-uh," Megan shook her head slowly, gawking at the Angel, now, with newfound wonder.
Lincoln's confidence suddenly soared and he smiled a decidedly assured smile when he asked; "Wanna help me install some relays? I'll give you the tour."
"Are ya off yer blinkin' nut," Megan squeaked, her excited smile taking up what seemed to be a majority of her pixie-like face, "O'course I wanna help!!!"
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 11:30:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Okay...
...that didn't turn out to be as lengthy as I thought it would be, but, I think it opened things up for the conversations (and, mayhaps, rumor-mongering) to continue.
Thanks to Boo Boo for planting the seed of that "Tochi's a ladies-man" scuttlebutt waaaaaay back in the first interaction between him and CPO Cook. That's been a rather fun beast to feed.
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 09:27:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: The conversations continue
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 4, Corridor - 1545(ish)
"So, tell us a bit about yourself, Asovil,"
"That's a trick question," the Andorian replied, the faint click-click-click of her fidgeting fingers all but muted by her voice, "I'm not sure that a summary of a person's life is sufficient enough to really get to know them, so I feel deficient in that function.
"However," she breathes in deeply through her nose and glances up at him from beneath white lashes before returning her gaze to the sparse decoration and sleek lines of the corridor styling. "I suppose the best effort is all I can give, but as you've indicated that we're off duty, I'll demand similarly of you for each aspect of my life I share. Measure for measure."
"That seems fair," Tochi agreed, an accommodating smile playing on his lips.
He chuckled softly when she said; "I don't suppose I can get you to go first?" she didn't let him so much as draw the breath for a reply, though, before she continued; "You did ask first, so I guess it's only fair that I share before you."
"I've never wanted anything more than to be in the service of the Imperial Guard's Science Division. I wanted that with all of my being from my first memories until I joined as soon as I was old enough to be accepted. However, the Universe had other plans for me.
How about you?"
As they stopped before the turbolift and Tochi cued the door, he seemed to take a moment to contemplate what Asovil had just shared, rubbing thoughtfully at the spots that dappled his neck. His green-gold eyes took her in, too, and, as the door to the lift opened, he offered the faintest of shrugs before ushering her aboard. "Well, measure for measure being the condition," he smiled, "I never wanted anything more than to pilot starships and see as much of the galaxy as I possibly could. That worked out well enough, though, not precisely as I imagined it might,"
The lift door closed and the Trill ordered it to deck five. During the pause in his narrative, his smile took on a somewhat pensive quality and he seemed to mull his next words very carefully before continuing.
",I was, different," his tone matched the reflective set to his features as he chewed on that last word for an instant, then, with a near imperceptible nod, repeated it, "I was different, in my early career, than we are now. Reckless, some might have said, and, had very little ambition as to climbing through the ranks beyond where doing so might get me seated at the helm. Then, as you have said, and as it is wont to do, the Universe stepped in and made a course correction." The set of the Trill's features had gone enigmatic, then, almost as if he had somehow lost himself in the thought, and one hand drifted absently up to rest on his abdomen. He blinked, after a long moment, and, just before the door opened onto deck five, he smiled at her. "We became more," he shrugged, almost chuckling the words, "We've seen more of the galaxy than I could have ever have hoped, and our career, our life, veered into what I might have once considered uncharted territory."
The door whisked open, then, and Tochi followed Asovil into the corridor that appeared behind it. "So," he said, motioning her in the direction of the Observation Lounge, "measure for measure, yes?"
((OOC: I don't imagine the lounge is too far a walk from here, continue as you like, my friend, or, if you prefer, just assume this gets them to the doorway of "The Aerie" and the interaction with Leah.))
Deck 5; Observation Lounge - 1605
"My, aren't you the looker, though," Leah beamed at the copper-tressed nurse, "Welcome to the Aerie. I'm Leah. If there's anything I can do for you, you just let me know, lovely."
"Thank you, Leah," Miraan purred in reply, "My name is Mirran. I'm new aboard as I'm sure you know."
Leah nodded, still smiling; "There's been quite a lot of that, today."
"I think I am fine for now," Miraam went on, "But if I do need anything I will let you know."
"You do just that, luv," Leah grinned, "Pleased to meet you, Miraan."
As Leah started to withdraw, Miraan did stop her: "Oh wait, there is one thing you could tell me, Leah..."
"Hm?" Leah paused and arched a curious brow, "What might that be?"
"Who is that gentleman over there," Miraan tilted her head to indicate the Trill, "speaking with the Andorian Officer?"
Leah's gaze flitted over to the indicated table for a moment and, as it came back to Miraan again, a shrewd smile danced on her lips. "That, lovely," she cooed, "is Lt Tochi Zai; Peregrine's Flight Control Officer and Captain Drake's right hand. Pretty, isn't he?" She flicked the nurse a wink.
"He's quite the charmer, too," Leah said, her voice lowering a bit, "and, from what I hear, something of a ladies-man, I've not personally seen any true evidence of that, mind, but it is delicious to think about."
((OOC: Tag, Boo Boo))
Across the lounge
"So, where were we," Tochi asked, attempting to respark the conversation he and Asovil had been having before they had entered the lounge.
There was a thinly veiled look of amused curiosity on the Andorian's face - the ghost of a smile on her lips and her thin, silvery brows arched just so - and, rather than respond to the question he had asked, posited one of her own. "The Peregrine has it's own wait staff?"
His immediate response was a rapid series of blink and a mildly confused expression. Then, his gaze tracked from Asovil to where Leah, apparently having stopped to speak to the Andaran nurse, was now taking her leave of the table. "Ah," he chuffed softly, his eyes returning to frame his dinner companion, again; "Not officially, no. Petty Officer Finnley is technically a Catering Specialist in our Ops department. As a patrol vessel, though, the Peregrine hasn't had much of an opportunity to apply that particular specialty, beyond adding some variety to our replicator menus, so, she's often here, playing host. Adding a bit of color to an otherwise sparse lounge, we suppose."
Tochi chuckled, then and added; "With the ambassadors on board, though, we imagine she'll actually have occasion to cater an event or two. That should make her happy.
Anyway," he shrugged, folding his hands together atop the table and leaning forward just a bit as he smiled interestedly, "we were in the midst of a measure-for-measure thing, weren't we? Was it your turn or ours?"
((OOC: And tag, Brom.))
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 09:23:25.
Edited on 2016-08-24 at 12:30:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Working on replies, now...
...lots of stuff to address. Going to try and work it all into a single post but may end up parceling it out a bit. Late morning/early afternoon is the goal!
Posted on 2016-08-24 at 06:58:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Spectacular!
Enjoying the conversation with Asovil's immensely. I'll have more to post on that front soon...
As to the "wrinkle"... I  it!!!
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 17:15:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Heh!
Getteh thee down with thine bad self!!!
*Image credit to MechaG11 @ deviant art.
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 12:29:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Wooo to the Hooo!
We can't wait!!!
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 11:10:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Posted!
Hopefully there's enough there for everyone to work with.
BooBoo - feel free to interact with Leah (I can "possess" her for the RP, if you like) or, if you prefer, feel free to approach Tochi and Asovil's table... everwhat ya wanna do!
Brom - we can do this dinner however you like... play it out in post, collab behind the scenes, do a rough outline of what transpired/was discussed and refer back to it in later posts if need be...
Aaaaand, after re-reading the ACTD info regarding the Obs Lounge, I decided that, since ours has gone unnamed this far, Leah was gonna start playing around with naming the place something more than Obs lounge... Dio and crew might have some kicks playing with this... Maybe there'll be a raffle? Margarita Mondays? Disco night? I'm rambling... *sets phaser to stun*
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 10:53:00.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dinner
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Science Lab 1, CSO's Office, Deck 4 - 1538
While he waited for Lt Sh'iraolnas' response to his dinner invitation, Tochi watched as a curious mix of reactions ripple across the pretty young woman's face; a muddling of bewilderment, concern, revelation, and, perhaps, consternation in some way? It was difficult to read and interpret with any confidence as the feelings seemed to appear all at once as much as individually. After a moment, he realized that the content of their conversation had likely been quite a bit for her to process all at once and, perhaps, lost in her analysis of that data, she may not have even heard the invite. He was about to offer, again, but Asovil blinked, gave a vague shake of her head, and, possibly suppressed a shudder as her eyes met his, again.
"Of course," she answers, from behind a rather tentative smile, "It would be my privilege, sir. I'll just let Ensign Maize know that we'll need to reschedule our meeting. It will take just a moment."
"Certainly," Tochi nodded, getting to his feet now and returning her smile, "Take your time; we'll wait."
The Trill took up his duffel and slung the thing over his shoulder as, at Asovil's behest, he exited the office ahead of her. While the Andorian woman made her way across the lab to speak with Ensign Maize, Tochi moved to stand by the doorway to the corridor. He watched and, though he was only able to hear snippets at this distance, listened with casual interest as the new CSO interacted with her second. There wasn't a great deal to the exchange, really, but Tochi couldn't help but sense a sort of uneasiness or perhaps wariness between the two, especially where Maize was concerned - Sh'iraolnas, in the few interactions he'd had with her since she'd come aboard, seemed to be the consummate professional where interactions with the crew was concerned; observant, analytical, and unwilling to let personal feelings or opinions cloud her dealings with her subordinates,
A scientist to the core, he mused, as the two women brought their brief conversation to a close, quite a change in flavor from Horatio, though. This one, we think, is apt to be more hands on with all facets of the department as opposed to giving her staff the free reins they enjoyed under Tesenblen.
, "Thank you," he heard Maize intone, "and welcome again to the Peregrine, sir."
"Then, have a good evening, Mr Maize," the CSO responded coolly.
The two women took their leave of one another, then, Dalia returning to her console to wrap up whatever she'd been working on as Asovil, straightening her uniform, crossed the room to rejoin him.
"Ready when you are, sir," Asovil remarks, the lightheartedness of her tone attempting to mask the tension that bore in on her, a tension that was betrayed by the deep breath she took before motioning for the door.
"We're off duty, lieutenant," he smiled, cueing the door and stepping into the hallway, "feel free to leave ‘sir' in the lab or on the bridge. You can call us Tochi." As regimented as she obviously was, he imagined that his attempts to introduce a modicum of relaxation to the day might not fly as straight as he hoped. Nonetheless, given the sort of day it had been for everyone aboard the Peregrine, newcomers and old hands alike, it was the effort that mattered most to him. Countless years of life experiences had taught him that when people were encouraged to feel at ease with one another the strain that came with unfamiliarity was more easily dismantled.
As the pair strolled toward the turbolift, Tochi continued in his efforts to get a glimpse beyond the Andorian's professional veneer by offering a genuinely friendly and interested smile; "So, tell us a bit about yourself, Asovil,"
((OOC: Okay, anything, you see fit here, of course, Backposts for interaction as necessary, of course, or, if you prefer, we can collab on anything between here and the lounge.))
Deck 5; Observation Lounge - 1555
The door to the lounge opened in front of them and they had scarcely stepped across the threshold before Leah Finnley's eyes were on them. "Tochi!" she called, her smile brilliant and welcoming as she came out from behind the bar to meet them, "G'evenin', luv!"
"Hello, Leah," Tochi replied with a warm smile, "how are you?"
"Same as you, I'd expect," Leah winked, "been a bugger of a day on this boat."
"It certainly has," Tochi chuckled as Leah's eyes flitted away from his to regard the Andorian woman beside him. "This is Asovil Sh'iraolnas," the Trill said by way of introduction then,
"Our new Science Officer," Leah nodded, extending a hand, "nice to put a face to the name! Leah Finnley. Welcome aboard the Peregrine, lass, and more importantly," she made a grand gesture to indicate the lounge, "welcome to the Aerie!"
"The Aerie?" Tochi asked with an amused grin.
"Eh, we're trying it on," Leah grinned, "I've been on this ship nigh on a year, now, and no one's seen fit to name the place, yet, so, Do you think ‘Falcon's Roost' sounds better?"
"Call it what you like," Tochi smiled, "We don't come here for the name; we come for the company and the food."
"Psh," Leah swatted at him, her cheeks flushing pink as she did so, "Flatterer!" She tipped her head to indicate the duffel bag slung from the XO's shoulder, then; "Coming from or going to?" she asked, deftly guiding Tochi and Asovil to a table beneath one of the lounge's large windows as she did.
"Going to," Tochi replied.
"Nothing heavy for you, then, I imagine," Leah nodded, brushing a mote of dust that no one but her likely saw from the table, "Buckwheat and bananas?"
"We were thinking the chicken and rice, if it's still on the menu," the Trill laughed as he relegated his gear to an out of the way spot before taking a seat, "and a glass of ice-berry juice."
"Done," Leah nodded, turning to Asovil; "And for you, luv?"
While Asovil placed her order, Tochi's gaze wandered about the place, taking in the faces of the handful of crew members who were already there. Several of those faces he recognized instantly, and they, of course, recognized him, acknowledging his presence, sometimes with a simple nod and sometimes in a more vocal fashion, others, though, were wholly unfamiliar,
More new transfers, he presumed, scrutinizing each new face he encountered for a moment and appending a mental note to each so he'd not forgot to introduce himself, later.
,Another of these unfamiliar faces arrived in the form of a curvaceous red-head clad in MED blues. Tochi watched her as she ordered something from the replicator and made her way to an empty table.
One of the nurses that accompanied Dr Moore aboard, most likely, he thought, offering a smile and a nod as the nurse's gaze met his. I suppose we should visit the medical department, as well, he surmised.
Just as Asovil was finishing her order, Tochi loosed an unintentional sigh at that last thought. It had been a long day, already, A true bugger of a day, as Leah says, and, he realized now that it was still a long way from being finished for him. Any concern the thought raised, though, disappeared into the air along with the ends of the sigh, We're not thinking about work for the next hour or so, remember?
"Okay," Leah was saying, "Be right back with your orders." She flashed them both a smile, turned, and made her way across the lounge. As she went, she, too, noticed the newly arrived Ardanan.
"My, aren't you the looker, though," she beamed at the copper-tressed nurse, "Welcome to the Aerie. I'm Leah. If there's anything I can do for you, you just let me know, lovely."
"Friendly to a fault, that one," Tochi grinned, his gaze abandoning the interaction between Leah and the nurse and returning, again, to the Andorian woman seated across from him. "So, where were we?"
((OOC: Bam!!! Sorry for the delay. Meant to post yesterday but got sidetracked by some other issues. I think this is a good place to stop for now, where it goes from here is entirely up to Brom and/or BooBoo. Room for interjections, interactions, and edits, throughout, of course.))
Posted on 2016-08-23 at 10:43:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oh yeah...
...per the Saber class write up at ACTD Starship Design Bureau:
This is a small lounge located on deck 5 and is set in the forward edge of the primary hull. It has a very relaxed and congenial air about it; The Observation Lounge is the only place on the ship where rank means nothing - "sir" need not be uttered when a person of lower rank addresses an officer, and everyone is on an equal footing. Opinions can be voiced in complete safety. This lounge is the social center of the ship.
The Observation Lounge has a small number of recreational games and assorted "stuff". 3-D chess and other games can all be found here. There is also a bar (self-service) which is stocked (at the Captain's discretion) with various potent alcoholic beverages, such as chech'tluth, Aldebaran whiskey, Saurian brandy, Tzartak aperitif, Tamarian Frost, C&E Warp Lager, Warnog, Antarean brandy, and many others as well as a small food/drink replicator that can make the synthahol versions of these and other drinks.
The Observation Lounge is often named by the crew, and is decorated as the crew decides and usually has a theme, to some extent. A small number of tables and chairs, as well as some benches, provide seating for the crew. Large windows set into the forward wall allow a breathtaking view from the bow of the ship, giving a clear view of what lies before the ship. Situated under the forward torpedo tubes, they also allow for a 'you-are-there' view of the launching of these destructive devices.
I know... it doesn't necessarily say anything about "food" but, I imagine that it's a much nicer place to have dinner than the Enlisted and/or Officers' mess halls... The view is certainly better, anyway.
Posted on 2016-08-22 at 16:31:35.
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