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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yeah, buddy!!!
Off to dinner we go!
I'll have a post up shortlyish...
BooBoo - is Nurse Miraan in the Mess Hall as posted or in the Obs lounge? Just want to make sure before I teleport her randomly from one place to another without intending to. 
Posted on 2016-08-22 at 09:43:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: wheeeeee!!!
Welcome back, darlings! We've missed you!
Posts and/or replies from me by tomorrow.
Posted on 2016-08-21 at 18:21:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: My pleasure!
Thank you for suggesting the chat. Not my usual venue to be honest, but I enjoyed it quite a bit.
As Asovil will be joining Tochi, I'll hold off on posting until you've put your's up.
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 17:56:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Suuuure... tempt me with a redhead! LOL
Point of clarification, though... Tochi's having dinner in the Observation Lounge as opposed to the mess hall.
I'll get something written up soon.
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 17:11:21.
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Topic: Poly hero dice
Subject: Nifty!
Also... did the linky thing for ya.
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 16:10:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good by me
I expect he'll be there around 1600 or so. 
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 15:59:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yep...
...subspace communication is typically available to starship personnel for contact/communication with friends, family, etc.
I would also imagine that aboard a Starfleet vessel most of those communications are inherently "secure" to some degree. Personal communications are likely not encrypted as official "priority" messages .
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 14:52:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Also...
...no luck finding that info on Blackmon, yet. Checking PMs next to see iftthere's anything there.
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 13:59:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Dear Confused,
It was stated somewhere (in one of Olan's posts, I think) that his plan was to whoosh us forward in one of his next posts as he imagined that the first few hours out of SB 118 would be relatively uneventful where the main plot was concerned. To that end, I'd say that we're all good to post anywhere up to 1600-1630ish. I don't know that I'd go too far beyond that, unless he says otherwise, that is.
Warmest regards,
Ann Landers
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 13:32:44.
Edited on 2016-08-20 at 13:57:31 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ta-da!!!
One interaction between the XO and CSO posted!
As mentioned in said post, Tochi is off to grab a bite to eat and, then, perhaps, heading to the gym or holosuite for some fencing (in order to vent some frustration). Not sure if Asovil will be joining him for dinner or not but, regardless, that's where he is headed. Feel free to encounter him there or along the way if you like. Always up for some back and forth with ANY of our crew. 
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 11:58:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: A more appropriate welcome
((What follows is a 'transcript' of a chat RP between Brom and myself))
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 4: CSO's Office - 1538
The Trill arched a brow at PO Crane's curious response but, in the end, dismissed it as nothing more than anxiety attributable to the day's events and, with a faint nod in response to the CPO's reply, stepped through the still open portal to Lt Sh'iraolnas' office. In the absence of a chime, he rapped on the inner frame of the door just before he set his duffel down just on the inside of it,
"Good afternoon, lieutenant," he smiled, his eyes fixing on the young Andorian behind the desk, "We hope we're not intruding,"
Asovil blinks away her thoughts in rapid succession and springs from her chair to attention, snapping off a salute. "Not at all, sir. Please, come in."
Tochi grins and steps further into the office, his gaze taking in the relative emptiness of it, now, but dismissing it as personalization isn't likely among the Andorian woman's top priorities. He takes a step or two closer to her desk but stops short of taking a seat. "I'm afraid we ow you an apology, Lt," he offers before she can say anything else, "We've heard talks of your rather undignified arrival and, we're afraid, that is, in large part, due to our actions. We hope you won't hold it against us."
He gestures to one of the chairs, then; "May I?"
"Please," the lieutenant excuses the XO's offer with a wave of her hand and motions to the chair, her stomach suddenly in a flutter. "From what I understand, the conditions of my arrival are the least of the concerns."
The Trill almost snickers but contains the reation to something of a muffled snort as he nods his thanks and takes a seat across the desk from her. "Indeed," he grins, "but, still, the stress of the day drove our actions when a calmer mind might've made more headway, so, please, don't take the circumstances of your rushed arrival reflect poorly on your new post. We're certainly happy to have you regardless of the unexpectedness of your transfer." He settles into the chair and seems to relax just a bit more than he probably should in such a professional encounter.
In typical Andorian fashion, Lt Sh'iraolnas' head tilts slightly to the side and her brow furrows in concert with her antennae lowering. "I would suggest that you hold off on that particular assumption until you get to know me better, sir,
You're aware of the reason behind my transfer, yes?"
"We're aware," he says in the wake of a slow sigh, "that you were likely as surprised as we were in rgards to those orders, Lieutenant, yes." Assuming a casual posture in his seat Tochi continues; "and we are also aware that Lt Tesenblen's apprehension played a large part in it. However, neither the Captain nor myself were made aware that there was an issue with Lt Tesenblen's research that warranted such scrutiny."
It wasn't a complete fabrication. Silas had obviously known something about the poisonous plants that Horatio had been cultivating, he just hadn't seen fit to share it with Tochi as yet.
"Oh," Asovil's antennae perk up, "I wasn't referring to Lt Tesenblen, sir. I was referring to my recent circumstances. Lt Tesenblen's arrest is an entirely different situation. I was planning on requesting a meeting with the Captain about that issue after my staff interviews."
The XO arches a brow at that and leans forward just a bit. "Your recent circumstances?"
"I take it you've not yet read through my dossier," the Andorian frowns and brushes some errant hair from her mouth.
"When reviewed your jacket, Lieutenant, we saw nothing to give us pause." He offered a smile, then, that might have been interpreted as conspiratorial, maybe even playful; "Are you hiding something?"
"I was recently demoted, sir. For striking a superior officer. That's why I've been reassigned from the science post to the Peregrine."
Tochi couldn't help but laugh at that. "Striking a superior officer? You think we'd have a negative opinion of you for a single infraction such as that, Mr Sh'iraolnas?"
Asovil's frown deepened in confusion. "Well, yes, sir."
Still chuckling, Lt Zai shook his head slowly. "Lieutenant, have you taken the time to review Captain Drake's dossier, or even my own?"
"No, sir." To the Andorian, researching up the line beyond just the public records would be out of line. She wondered if this was a test.
Tochi leaned forward, rested his hands on the edge of her desk, and offered his most charming fly-boy smile. "You've been assigned to a crew of misfits, Lieutenant," he grinned,
With her aspirations, the XO's description of the crew was less than comforting.
",Each of us aboard the Peregrine has something in their jacket that might make the elite in Starfleet cringe on some level. But, in the same breath, each of us on this ship have something to which those same Starfleet elite could never hope to aspire,"
He paused for a long moment, smiling as if he expected her to ferret out the particular quality he had just mentioned. When she didn't, though, he rapped the fingers of one hand on the edge of her desk and said; "Individuality, Mr Sh'iraolnas!
A drive to be set apart from the status quo and to be recognized for who and what we are as opposed to solely what might be expected from us in the form and function of regulation."
"It is neither my experience, nor my philosophy, sir," the scientist courageously counters, "that those who are overly ‘individual' in their approach to working aboard a starship could be considered a benefit. And, if we're referring strictly to the reason I struck my superior, sir, it had nothing to do with trying to set myself apart from the status quo. The man was an insufferable Olk'nak who continued to test the limits of my patience with his personal conduct,"
The Trill settled back into his seat at that, still smiling, but steepling his fingers together as he considered her words and studied her from across the desk; listening intently as she continued to speak and explain an incident that he hadn't bothered to fully review.
",If you would like to discuss Lt Tesenblen's reason for avoiding regulation, I will, of course, listen, but I must inform you at the onset that I do not agree with by-passing safety regulations."
"Tell me, Asovil," Tochi said, his grin brightening a bit, "We may call you Asovil, yes?"
The lieutenant is caught off guard by the Trill's genuine friendliness; "Uh, yes, sir."
He nods, places a hand to his chest and smiles; "Tochi."
"So, Asovil," he continues, "we understand your need to adhere to rules and regulations, it's Starfleet policy, after all, and, perhaps, a trait drilled into you all the more by your service with the Imperial Guard. That said, there also comes a point in one's life, one's career," this last said with an emotive spreading of the Trill's hands, "that questioning that rigid structure is of more service to the cause that blind compliance. One must feel free to explore all of the options presented without bias or judgement before determining the best and, likely, most beneficial course of action, correct? That is what sciencwe teaches us, is it not?""
The XO's return to the topic of their conversation allows Asovil to regain her footing. "Perhaps, sir. However, I have reason to believe that Lt Tesenblen's decisions could have potentially caused trouble with the Peregrine's current mission."
Tochi nods at the woman's observation. "Agreed," he concedes, "Had we been made aware of the nature of Lt Tesenblen's experiments, we, too, would have likely raised similar concerns. We would not, however, have used those concerns to throw an otherwise trustworthy and dedicated counterpart to the wolves, as it were."
"Sir," Asovil folds her hands on the desk in front of her and continues softly, "circumstances might dictate otherwise if you find yourself in what could be perceived as an untenable situation."
Lt Zai heaved a bit of a sigh, then, and almost slumped back into the chair, as if the events of the past hours had hit him, en masse, all over again. "You're right, of course," he said after a moment, "but, Lieutenant, we don't believe that you truly grasp the nature of what's transpiring aboard this ship, right now."
He ran a hand across his chin and seemed to gaze off into nothing for a moment before framing her in his gaze once more; "Are you aware, Asovil, that our own Captain Drake was once reprimanded, himself, for striking a superior officer?"
Surprise registers on her pretty face. "No, sir. I was not."
The smile slowly returns to the XO's face; "Then you're also not aware that that particular officer was Captain Jacobs of the Coronado; the vessel we are currently assigned to escort?"
Asovil's sapphire gaze settles abruptly over Tochi's right shoulder and her mouth opens slightly as the events on the bridge begin to make more sense. Regaining her composure, she shakes her head in a slow appreciation of the captain's situation.
Tochi sees the realization dawn on the Andorian woman and his smile blooms full. "You see," he shrugs, "all a matter of perspective."
"Are you suggesting that Lt Tesenblen's arrest was instigated by Captain Jacobs, sir?"
"I will tell you, lieutenant," Tochi says in earnest, leaning forward again, "that Silas Drake is one of the most worthy commanding officers that we have ever,ever, had the privilege of serving. We'll also tell you that you should not look on your posting to the Peregrine as any sort of punishment.
Like the rest of us, Asovil," he continued, settling back once again, "you are but a small piece on a larger gameboard that is the universe and, in this case, you've found yourself played into someone's political endgame, we fear," He chuckles then,"Endgame may be a bit too severe a term," he admits, "gambit is likely more appropriate.
So," another ambiguous shrug offered, here, in answer to her question, "Yes. We do believe so, Lt Sh'iraolnas, more than just a little, and we don't believe that it's just Jacobs playing the cards against Captain Drake, either, if we are to be totally honest."
"Sir," Asovil settles back into her chair, "I've still no idea what the mission is, but can theorize that if you believe Captain Jacobs has a vendetta against Captain Drake, one or more of my department may have fallen unaware into the game as well,"
He nodded, motioning for her to continue.
",Chief Crane, sir. She tried to get Lt Tesenblen to remove his latest illegal specimen from the Peregrine and, when he wouldn't, she felt she had no other option that to report the situation. With Captain Drake's approval of the project, she likely felt incapable of reporting directly to anyone on board, Sir, she reported Lt Tesenblen's project to Starbase Security."
A brow shot up in genuine surprise at her last revelation. That explained the uncharacteristic nervousness from Lauren that he'd experienced just moments ago, "Really?
Curious,"
"She confessed her crime to me just moments ago, sir," Asovil nearly winces as the word escapes her lips. "I've confined her to quarters until I've consulted with the Captain, and I'm afraid she is rather torn up inside because of what happened to Lt Tesenblen."
Lt Sh'iraolnas waits for the XO to respond with some trepidation.
He blinks at her, not sure exactly what to say or even how to respond for a moment. CPO Crane and Horatio had always seemed to be fairly close in any interactions he'd ever had with them together. Then, nodding slowly, he offers one last confused blink and wipes all trace of it from his features, replacing it, instead, with a rather curious smile. "The more we learn, Asovil," he said softly, "the more we believe that the only true crime committed, here, was not committed aboard this ship.
We think, Lieutenant," he continued, rising from his seat, "that, until you speak with the Captain, our conversation in regards to this matter should end here."
"Understood, sir," the young woman stands to attention. After a slight hesitation, she asks; "Do you know if I will be briefed on the mission, sir?"
"At ease, lieutenant," Tochi grins, dismissing her attentive posture with the wave of a hand that he then extends in friendship and welcome, "The Captain has had a very busy day, but, we're sure, he'll be anxious to speak with you soon and, in the course of doing so, will alleviate a good portion of your anxiety.
We're certain, too, that he'll also brief you on the details of our assignment," he grinned, "Suffice it to say, we're playing escort, but, also, hosting those whom we are supposed to be escorting. As we said, Asovil, it's been a tricky day."
"Yes, sir." Tentatively taking Tochi's outstretched had, Asovil returns his smile with a brilliant one of her own, her antennae perking up as a sense of relief washes over her. "Thank you, sir."
"Tochi," he smiles, giving her hand a firm but gentle shake, "and thank you, lieutenant.
We are going to go and think about anything other than work for the next hour or so, and, given what's likely to become of this assignment, would invite you to do the same, if you've finished your review of your department, of course.
We're thinking of taking dinner in the Obs Lounge if you'd care to join us."
((OOC: And there we go... Tochi, at least, is on his way to grab a bite to eat - whether or not Asovil accompanies him is totally up to her - and, following dinner, has plans to do a little fencing either in the gym or a holosuite. Feel free to jump in at any time.))
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 11:50:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Post forthcoming....
Brom and I had quite the chat session, yesterday, and Olan was kind enough to capture the chat log and send it my way. I'm in the process, now, of making it post presentable and look to have it tacked on to the game thread soon. 
Ody... I haven't looked for the info on Blackmon, yet, but it's next on my to do list.
Posted on 2016-08-20 at 10:27:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: As I said via PM...
...we NEED a chat log! 
Thanks for the RP Brom! Hopefully the post will do it justice!
Posted on 2016-08-19 at 17:47:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: At the end of the day.... the day's not ended...
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 2: Foreward Corridor - 1505
The duty shift was over, at last, and, had this been any other day, Tochi imagined, he would have been happy to have taken an hour or so for himself - having a nice meal in the Officers' Mess or Obs Lounge; perhaps, spending some time in the holosuite with a grand Trillian piano; or, even in Shuttle Bay 2 tinkering with a special project he had begun with Eric several months ago. This wasn't any other day, though, and this duty shift had been unlike any other he had experienced in quite some time,
And there are still things to which we need to attend, he sighed, rubbing at one spot-dappled temple as he strode down the corridor towards his quarters. The XO's work is never done, it seems, Tochi added with an almost weary chuckle, Especially today.
,He found himself thinking about the old Terran adage of Murphy's Law as the door to his quarters whisked away before him. "If anything can go wrong, it will," the Trill recited aloud as he strode toward the washroom. Resting his hands on the edge of the vanity he blinked at his own reflection for a moment, thinking that, if nothing else, the weary and irritated set to his features proved that to be true. On the other hand, though, he decided as he held his hands under the sink's spigot and filled his cupped plams with cold water, things hadn't necessarily gone wrong,
Just sideways, he tired to convince himself as he splashed cold water on his face, rubbing it into his eyes as if that might actually stop the burning, there. We, all of us, did the best we could be expected to given the circumstances. So, maybe, Murphy's law isn't precisely appropriate.
He wiped the water from his face and regarded his reflection, once more; the countenance that confronted him, though, didn't seem to share the same conviction as his thoughts. His eyes were bleary; his brow furrowed with concern that no amount of optimism could erase. He just looked, tired,
"Computer," he murmured, still blinking at his reflection and thinking about all the things he had yet to address before he could truly feel "at ease" with what he'd done with the day, "Time?"
=/=It is currently 1508 hours, Galactic Standard Time,=/= the ever-calm, synthesized voice of the computer imparted.
"Location of Lt junior Grade Sh'iraolnas," Tochi prompted further.
The computer seemed to take a bit longer with that question and Tochi was already stripping out of his tunic when it responded; =/=Lt Sh'iraolnas is in the CSO's office; Deck 4,=/=
"Alone?" Tochi inquired, cutting off any further details that the ship's computer was prone to provide.
=/=Negative,=/= came the reply, =/=PO1 Gaultier is also present. Lt Sh'iraolnas has also entertained the following visitors, in the same location, over the course of the last one point zero-six hours: Crewman Scheurman; 1415 to 1429, Crewman Petra; 1430 to 1443, PO3 Rogers; 1445 to,=/=
"Thank you," Tochi grumbled, silencing the computer's recitation of the new CSO's recent itinerary. Still interviewing her staff, it would seem, he decided, his eyes flicking toward the shower for an instant, We really do owe her an apology for the frenzied nature of her arrival, or, at the very least, a proper welcome,
He mentally ticked off the number of personnel in the science department, then. Time enough for a shower, then, he imagined, factoring in the average time of the new lieutenant's interviews with her staff, if only a quick one. Much better to approach this as stress-free as possible, right?,
Several minutes later, Lt Zai emerged from the shower with a greater majority of the day's stress washed from his body if not, completely, from his mind. He debated, for a moment, as to whether or not to redress in a uniform or, as he was wont to do, just now, something a bit more casual. In the end, he opted for the uniform, garbing himself in a fresh set of reds, and packed his fencing whites and his blade into a duffel bag that he slung over his shoulder before leaving his quarters behind him and making for the turbolift.
"Computer: Is Lt Sh'iraolnas still in her office," he queried, waiting for the lift door to open.
=/=Affirmative. Lt Sh'iraolnas is currently in the CSO's office, along with CPO Crane. The two have been engaged since,=/=
"Thank you," Tochi said, cutting the computer off again as the lift door opened and he stepped aboard. "Deck 4," he ordered once he'd stepped inside and the door had shut again.
Less than a minute later, Tochi Zai found himself strolling down the corridors of deck 4 and, shortly thereafter, standing outside of Lt Tesenble, Lt Sh'iraolnas', rather, office and, just as he was about to queue the chime to request permission to enter, the door shooshed open and a rather startled Lauren Crane nearly ran face first into his chest.
"Oh! Excuse me, sir," CPO Crane blinked, drawing up just short of thumping into the Trill XO, "I, uh, I'm sorry, I,"
Tochi offered an unperturbed grin and stepped to the side, permitting unhindered access to the corridor. "Quite alright, Lauren," he grinned, "Hectic day all around, yes?"
Something of a flush hit the petty officer's cheeks, then, and, from behind a decidedly sheepish smile, she answered; "Yessir. Excuse me, sir," and, whisking past him, disappeared down the hallway.
The Trill arched a brow at PO Crane's curious response but, in the end, dismissed it as nothing more than anxiety attributable to the day's events and, with a faint nod in response to the CPO's reply, stepped through the still open portal to Lt Sh'iraolnas' office. In the absence of a chime, he rapped on the inner frame of the door just before he set his duffel down just on the inside of it,
"Good afternoon, lieutenant," he smiled, his eyes fixing on the young Andorian behind the desk, "We hope we're not intruding,"
((OOC: Okay, so, just a "set up," here, Brom and I will collab, in one form or another, on the conversation that follows and one of us will post the results, Stay tuned!))
Posted on 2016-08-19 at 16:01:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ensure Blackmon
You know, I might have some bio data for her from when she was a PC. Got some work stuff going on now but I'll check my archives later and let you know what I come up with.
Posted on 2016-08-19 at 12:02:00.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Absolutely!
Every little post brings color and flavor to the game overall and, in my opinion, EVERYONE has been doing a fantastic job doing just that!
As to NPCs - most ALL of the NPCs in Flight Control are open for use by anyone who'd like to use them. I've developed Megan, Vaela, and Kook the most of all of them, of course, but feel free to scrawl them into your posts as you see fit (and, if you have any questions as to how they might act/react in a given situation, just ask... always happy to help where I can).
Posted on 2016-08-19 at 07:14:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: But I *DO* mind!!!
Partly because, as per usual, you've graced us with another thoroughly enjoyable post, and partly because the ending of said post just reminded me that Tochi should've introduced himself by now (at least, in a better fashion than he did upon her rather hectic arrival).
Hooray for post fodder!
Posted on 2016-08-18 at 14:02:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Finally!
Post numero uno is up! Just Tochi's reaction and musings in regards to the "Clash of the Commanders" and such... got a scene or two from elsewhere in Flight Control in the works, as well, but, for the most part, it's fluffiness that can easily be backposted if we're all set to zoom on out!
Posted on 2016-08-17 at 11:26:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Sure! Let's play Kick the Tar'q! That seems safe!
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Bridge - 1245
As Captain Drake finally emerged from his Ready Room, Tochi, almost thankfully, extracted himself from the Big Chair, once more.
"Lieutenant Zai," Drake called even as the Trill was getting to his feet and making way for the Captain to take his seat, "I see that we have decided to disconnect ear,"
Tochi had a reply ready, of course, as he had anticipated the question as soon as he had made the decision to accelerate the routine. As the Captain's eyes drifted away from him, though, and fixed narrowly on the Andorian woman at SCI I, the Peregrine's XO held his tongue for the moment, and, clasping his hands beside his back as he took a step to the right of the now empty command seat, simply waited for this next thread to unravel.
"And who might you be," Drake queried, making every effort to keep his voice level.
"Sir," Sh'iraolnas answered crisply, "I am Lieutenant junior Grade Asovil Sh'iraolnas; the new science officer for this ship."
Even before Drake sucked in the deep breath, Zai was certain that he sensed something in the Captain's mind go ‘POP', Much like Tochi's own mind had done just a short time ago.
"Lt Zai," the Captain said, accompanying the address with a somewhat confounded glance, "please explain to me what she is talking about. Where is Lt Tesenblen?"
It was Zai's turn to draw a measured breath, then, and, trying very hard to keep his own tone neutral and professional, said; "Lt Tesenblen has, er, been arrested by Starfleet security, sir. They have apparently seized no small portion of his lab contents, as well. I, myself, was just made aware of the situation," Whatever he might have said next was obviated by the Captain's infuriated cursing. He stood firm in the gale of Silas's profane outburst (save for, perhaps, allowing his eyes to dip and regard the toes of his own boots for a fraction of a second), and, when it was over, if Tochi had been surprised by it in any fashion, it was only evidenced in the faintest lifting of a brow.
"Lt Moriden," Drake spat in the direction of the Ops station, "open a priority channel to Starbase Security!"
We should have done that, he thought, sparing a glance at the discomfited Ops officer as she rushed to comply,
"Cmdr Jennings, here," acknowledged the man who appeared on the viewer, "What can I do for you, Captain Drake?"
, We did what was in our purview, Tochi told himself, offering a nod of silent thanks (and perhaps reassurance) to Moriden, This interaction is best left to the Captain,
",To sneak in and remove one of my senior staff like this, to steal the property of this ship, is more than highly irregular - it's downright despicable! How dare you!"
,We hope,
"Captain, your science officer was trafficking in illegal plants and seeds," Jennings offered, seemingly unmindful of Drake's irritation, "several of which are dangerous or deadly. This has been going on for some time." The Commander offered what Silas, in his current mood, would surely interpret as something of a patronizing grin as he proceeded; "Now, Captain Drake, you may wish to tread lightly here; while no one truly expects the Captain of a starship to know exactly which plants are being grown in the botany lab, the argument could be made that, as commanding officer, you are responsible for everything that happens on board. You wouldn't want such an implication, I'm sure..."
Tochi nearly cringed at that. The Trill managed to contain that reaction, though, and, instead, simply raised his brows in an expression of mild disbelief as his hands unclasped and came out from behind his back, just in case Silas might need to be physically restrained. Oh, you foolish, insolent man, he thought towards Cmdr Jennings as Silas sucked in a sharp breath,We're afraid you've just poked the bear.
"First of all," Silas hissed, "don't you dare threaten me, Commander Jennings,"
Tochi took a discreet step forward and, as he did, Ensign P'Tammah flicked an enquiring glance over her shoulder at him. He answered her unvoiced question in kind; a marginal shake of his head and the faint lifting of a hand forestalling her relinquishing the CONN.
",Second, let the record show that you are making a mistake in arresting Lieutenant Tesenblen. The man is an exemplary officer, and while he was indeed growing some prohibited plants, he was doing do under very tight controls,"
This must have something to do with that "special project" Horatio mentioned at the staff meeting, Tochi mused, his attention sweeping over the various bridge stations before returning to the confrontation playing out between Drake and Jennings, We should have put getting the details of that project higher on our priority list. He couldn't help but feeling that, had he done exactly that, he might have perhaps gotten out in front of the situation and, possibly, negated or, at least, minimized it's impact. Tochi mulled that feeling for a moment; a disconcerted scowl beginning to work it's way onto his visage.
",Finally, sir, let me offer you a piece of advice," Captain Drake's voice had taken on a tone of menacing calm, now, and the change in timbre snatched the XO back from his inward contemplation, "Do not ever let me catch you on board a vessel I command, unless you have prior authorization and have cleared it with me personally. If it happens again, Commander, I will consider you to be an unlawful intruder, and will treat you and your team as such. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The grimace previously threatening to overtake Tochi's features morphed into something else, then; his brows raised slightly and a roguish grin started to reverse the downward turn of his mouth. That grin bloomed fuller when a dumbfounded Jennings' eyes went wide and he seemed to be chewing on a response that Silas was loath to letting him have,
"Drake, out," the Captain spat, prompting Moriden to instantly close the channel. He took a moment to try and compose himself, then, before turning toward the tactical station and demanded answers from Lt Berk, albeit with a considerably less vitriolic tone than that with which he addressed Jennings.
Berk, of course, dutifully complied to the order; turning TAC over to Ens Blackmon as he excused himself from the bridge to ferret out answers to the Captain's questions. As the CTO strode for the turbolift, Tochi nodded to Vaela and, in response, she rose from the CONN and followed in Berk's wake. Appropriately enough, the lift doors opened to reveal the Peregrine's guests and their escorts on the other side.
Lt Zai assumed the CONN as the diplomats stepped onto the bridge. Anything that Silas had to say to him - or, for that matter, anything Tochi might have had to say to Silas - in regards to these latest personnel developments would have to wait for a later time. He pushed it all to the back of his mind, now, and, as Drake welcomed Threel and D'Lar, focused instead on the console before him,
"Ambassadors," he heard the Captain say in a tone much more even than he'd used moments ago, "Thank you for joining us. We will depart Starbase 118 momentarily."
,Tochi's eyes skimmed the displays and his fingers danced over the controls as he finalized the separation protocols. "External Support draw-down is complete, Captain," Tochi advised for the sake of protocol, "Reaction Control Systems and impulse engines are online. The Peregrine is ready when you are, sir. We'll coordinate with the Coronado and see where they stand."
Posted on 2016-08-17 at 11:21:40.
Edited on 2016-08-17 at 11:23:57 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Mr Rogers' Neighborhood
That. Was. AWESOME!!!
I read it twice, it was so entertaining!
*sigh* So, I just wrapped my weekly program status meeting and, hopefully, will be finding time to finally get my own post(s) tacked on, before long. Welcome to Monday Jr.
Posted on 2016-08-16 at 12:45:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Slacking!
Sorry folks... forgot that school started back up this week and the weekend was a flurry of activity getting the wife ready to do another year. Will get back to my post after my meeting this morning.
As to the new ensign in security... it could be made really simple by having him/her have transferred over during the personnel swap at SB 118. That way we have no further delays (and, more importantly, Drake wont have an anuerism at yet another unexpected/last nanosecond transfer).
Posted on 2016-08-15 at 07:32:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yay, post!!!
I just looooooooves me some posts!
As to the Saber class... development of this class (and the "companion" Steamrunner class) started in the mid to late 2330's, I believe, and production began in the late 2350's. They weren't highly prevalent in Starfleet (until Wolf 359, anyway) but they were certainly operating...
Posted on 2016-08-12 at 17:25:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Loving the posts!
Got one of my own in the works but today was unexpectedly busy... likely won't post until tomorrow.
Posted on 2016-08-12 at 15:41:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And...
...kilts, dammit!
Back me up, Haemis!
Posted on 2016-08-09 at 19:00:00.
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Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: 4...
...And, no that it says anything about cool factor or anything, but they're ALL Trek players!!!!
Posted on 2016-08-09 at 18:52:50.
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