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Topic: Hi! Newbie here!
Subject: Shhhhhweeeeeet!!!
I love the taste of newbie-face in the morning!!!
Glad to have you with us, Kim! Sounds like you'll fit right in, here, what with your "old school" predilection and such... There's quite a few 2e adherents, hereabouts, donchaknow?
Looking very forward to seeing you here and there in our hallowed - if somewhat harried - halls. If there's anything that any of us can do for you, just give a shout. We're a friendly folk, for the most part, and, with little more than a post or a PM, you're likely to summon up more help than you might actually need. 
Posted on 2016-05-24 at 07:51:56.
Edited on 2016-05-24 at 11:15:08 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Preacher
Subject: Preacher
So, out of curiosity, did any of you Innmates watch the premiere of Preacher on AMC, last night? Were you fans of (or did you at least read) any of the comics/graphic novels on which the show is based? What are your thoughts on the TV adaptation? I'll reserve my own, for now, pending input from others.
Posted on 2016-05-23 at 08:14:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fantastic idea!
I love it! Go, go, go!!!!
Posted on 2016-05-19 at 16:30:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: For convenience
Here's the MED schedule:
Sunday alpha: Po. Cook
Sunday beta: Cr. Patel
Monday alpha: Po. Adama
Monday beta: Cr. Patel
Tuesday alpha: Po. Cook
Tuesday beta: Po. Miraan
Wednesday alpha: Po. Adama
Wednesday beta: Cr. Reynolds
Thursday alpha: Po. Adama
Thursday beta: Cr. Reynolds
Friday alpha: Po. Miraan
Friday beta: Cr. Reynolds
Saturday Alpha: Po. Miraan
Saturday beta: Cr. Patel
Note: MED technically only has two 12 hour shifts as opposed to the three 8 hour shifts enjoyed by most other departments. This is due in large part to the limited personnel assigned to Medical and/or the need to have someone posted in sickbay 24/7. Poor Dr Moore and Chief Cook are on 24 hr call all the time, I'm afraid. But they're awesome like that!!!
Posted on 2016-05-19 at 15:14:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
Nice post, Boo Boo! And yeah, Ody's post was a bit random. 
Posted on 2016-05-18 at 18:46:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Correction!
Just reviewed some posts and notes... I recently informed you all that Peregrine was to depart the starbase at 1500. In all actuality, we're scheduled to depart at 1300... So, given the timestamps of our most recent posts (ranging from 1200 - 1230ish), we'll be uncoupling the umbilicals in less than half an hour.
Sorry for the confusion.
Posted on 2016-05-18 at 07:44:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Sounds good...
...you know where to find me if you need some NPCness or whatever. 
Speaking of NPCs - I was just contemplating catching up with Petty Officer Owen, actually... may have a fluff post or two of my own before long.
Posted on 2016-05-17 at 15:41:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Reassurance of a sort
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Turbolift - 1227
Lt McTavish's anxiety was almost a palpable thing in the confines of the turbolift, Zai noticed, and, as the lift drew nearer to the bridge, the engineering officer's edginess seemed only to grow. Shifting uneasily, the Scot muttered something under his breath drawing the Trill's searching gaze back to him.
After a moment, McTavish, still looking at the floor of the lift said; "I've heard a lot of stories," The apprehension in the man's tone was as obvious as it was in his body language and it was likely that anxiety that caused him to swallow the words that might have come next.
We can only imagine what stories those might be, Tochi thought without speaking the words aloud, given the acrimony Jacob's seems to harbor for Silas.
"Do ye feel yer Capt'n a fair man," Lt McTavish asked then, his eyes finally unlocking from their contemplation of the floor and meeting Zai's.
The Trill nodded. "We do," he answered, "More than fair, in fact. In our experience, Silas Drake is, perhaps, one of the most forthright and honorable people we have ever had the pleasure to know."
If those words didn't dispel any of McTavish's angst, they certainly seemed to free the man's tongue a bit. "Capt'n Jacobs the Almighty," the engineer veritably spat the words, "We dinna exactly part on the best o' terms,"
Tochi arched a brow at this, his curiosity growing in pace with McTavish's anxiety, now.
",See'n as yer's is pals with Jacobs," Haemis continued, sounding and looking dejected, "this might be a very short term of service."
"Pals?" Tochi was almost unable to stifle the laugh that wanted to follow that but, somehow, he managed to do so. There was a wry smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, though, and he shook his head. "We don't know what stories you might have heard about Captain Drake, Lieutenant," Zai grinned as the lift came to a stop, "but ‘pals' is definitely not a term I would apply to the relationship between him and Jacobs. From everything we've seen, Captain Jacobs harbors a serious contempt for Captain Drake. Beyond some venom-tinged professional courtesy, there's nothing remotely friendly between the two." The lift door whooshed open, then.
"It seems that you may have been misled as to what to expect from your new assignment, Mr McTavish," Tochi smiled, stepping onto the bridge with the engineer in his wake, "but we'll let you make your own determination in regards to that."
((OOC: run with it as you will, Haemis))
Posted on 2016-05-17 at 10:12:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: We've missed you, too!
Glad that everyone is successfully managing the slog through the muck of life! You're like superheroes and stuff! 
Haemis - Should have a reply for the McTavish/Zai bit soon... Intended to have it done already but life, you know?
Brennus - To answer your earlier question; Peregrine is scheduled to depart SB 118 at 1500.
Posted on 2016-05-17 at 09:24:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good plan!
And it makes complete sense... The following info comes directly from the ACTD write up on the Saber class frigate. Note the testing schedule and "phaser training requirements" toward the end.
Phaser Range: The phaser range is located on deck 5. The phaser range is heavily shielded and the walls are armored. It is designed for low level phaser fire, but can withstand short phaser blasts at setting 16 without a problem.
The phaser range is used by security to train ship's personnel in marksmanship. During training, the holo-emitters in the phaser range are activated, creating a holographic setting, similar to what a holodeck does. Personnel are "turned loose" either independently or in an Away Team formation to explore the setting presented to them, and the security officer in charge will take notes on the performance of each person as they take cover, return fire, protect each other, and perform a variety of different scenarios. All personnel on board are tested every six months in phaser marksmanship.
There are 25 levels of phaser marksmanship. All personnel are trained in the operation of phaser types I and II up to level 14. All security personnel must maintain a level 17 marksmanship for all phaser types. The true marksman can maintain at least an 80% hit ratio on level 23.
Posted on 2016-05-11 at 08:42:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: "Seems to me the albatross was a ship's luck...
...til some idiot went and killed it.
Yes, I've read a poem. Try not to faint."
Posted on 2016-05-10 at 16:39:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Geez! Tochi's a busy busy guy!!! LOL
Just a little something, there, to keep things moving/active, and, of course, to get back to McTavish's unexpected arrival. 
As noted, there's room for interruption and edits all over the place, there, so feel free to run with it as you will.
Posted on 2016-05-10 at 08:58:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: More with McTavish
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Main Engineering - 1225
"Are ye sure that's necessary," Lt McTavish asked, hesitating a moment before following Zai out the doors and into the corridor outside of Engineering, "There's lots of prep work to be done before we get under way, not to mention a wee spot of damage to be repaired now,are, are you sure it canna wait a wee longer?"
The Trill XO, not failing to pick up on the sudden nervousness in the engineer's tone, arched a brow and regarded the man as he fell into step beside him. "Under normal circumstances, Lieutenant, yes, it could wait," Zai said, making note, now, of the faint sheen of sweat that appeared on McTavish's brow, "Unfortunately, as this day goes on, we're finding our circumstances drifting farther and farther from normal. Since we've arrived at Starbase 118, the Peregrine has seen three-quarters of her department chiefs summarily transferred and replaced, had her mission parameters modified far outside the realm of what we were told to expect, and, now, just at the coincidentally appropriate moment, she is suddenly receiving a new engineering officer whom we had no idea was being transferred to her,"
,from the Coronado of all places!
He let that bit go unspoken, of course, but Lt Zai's irritation with the recent upheaval aboard the ship was plainly evident in his tone and, possibly, that irritation was tinged with more than a pinch of suspicion and concern. "We've already tasked Mr. Toporov with repairing the damage you noted," he continued as he drew to a stop in front of the turbo-lift, "and, no doubt, Commander Thorson has already assigned teams to see to those preparations," The door to the lift opened and the XO motioned for McTavish to step in ahead of him before continuing, "We're sure that you'll find your staff to be more than competent and capable of working without your supervision for a few moments." The lift door hissed shut.
"Bridge," Lt Zai said.
Then, as the turbo lift set into motion, he tapped his commbadge; "Zai to Captain Drake."
((OOC: Assuming a response.))
"Are you available for a few moments, sir," he asked, following the Captain's acknowledgement, "There has been a, development, in Engineering that we would urgently like to discuss with you."
((OOC: Okay, Haemis, room for interjection and the like throughout, if you see fit - or, if McTavish simply remains silent, there's that too,
Olan - kind of presuming that Drake is in his ready room, hence Tochi ordering the lift to the Bridge. If otherwise, I can edit.))
Posted on 2016-05-10 at 08:55:32.
Edited on 2016-05-10 at 08:56:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yep, yep!
Brennus and I have a little 'escorting the ambassadors to their quarters' scene in the hopper but don't let that stop you from whooshing us ahead.
Posts! We. Must. Have. POSTS!!!
Posted on 2016-05-06 at 10:05:31.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Zai has met McTavish...
...and is just a wee bit skeptical as to the timing of his arrival (naturally). As of the end of that last post, Tochi's plans are to escort Haemis to meet the Captain, etc, and perhaps inquire a bit more as to the circumstances of the engineer's sudden, unexpected transfer, en route.
Haemis - if you'd like to work that bit out in a collab, feel free to PM me. If not, we can work it all out in post.
Olan and Amara - Tochi's first act, once McTavish has accompanied him out into the corridor, will be to contact Drake (and likely, Lasad, as well) over comms, advising of (and perhaps inquiring about) the new arrival... Something along the lines of "Zai to Capt Drake and Lt Lasad. We are currently in the company of a Lt McTavish who has, apparently, been assigned to our Engineering department..." Feel free to fill in, embellish, use at your discretion.
Also... Yay! Posts!
Posted on 2016-05-05 at 08:49:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Coincidence or conspiracy?
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Main Engineering - 1224
"This day gets better and bloody better every turn,"
The voice, tinged with a Scottish brogue, was unfamiliar to Tochi's ears and, despite the current situation, snatched immediately at the XO's attention. It wasn't as if Lt Zai was completely familiar with everyone on board, of course, but this voice was one that he'd never heard aboard ship. He turned his head, arched a curious brow, and regarded the man clad in Engineering golds who had just drawn up beside him.
"Please tell me that's not the chief engineer," the man said somberly.
"I wish we could," Zai responded evenly, "but, unfortunately, yes, it is, and who might you be, Lieutenant?"
((OOC: Assuming a brief introduction and explanation as to why there's a new engineering officer aboard that, up to now, Tochi had no idea was coming aboard.))
As the Scot made his introduction and offered an explanation as to his curiously timed assignment to the Peregrine's crew, Lt Zai's expression wavered between curious, concerned, and cynical, all in the span of a second. "Well, Lieutenant McTavish," he said in the wake of the other man's introduction, "while we can't say that we were necessarily expecting you, your timing is, apparently, impeccable. I'm Lt Zai; Peregrine's Flight Control Chief and Executive Officer," He extended a hand in greeting, offering a firm shake when the other lieutenant accepted it. ",given this situation," he continued, gesturing to where Dr Moore and her team were still working on Commander Thorson, "we believe you are now the ranking officer in the Pit and, as such, the acting Chief of Engineering as of this moment."
((OOC: Anything here?))
"Stand by a moment, Lieutenant," Tochi said, turning his attentions once more to the medical crew and Thorson.
"Dr Moore, when you have Commander Thorson stabilized and transferred to Sick Bay, please, let us know, and keep us apprised of his condition, if you would,"
((OOC: Assuming acknowledgement.))
"Thank you," he said, giving one last wistful glance to the fallen commander before turning to McTavish, again.
"Walk with me, Lieutenant," he suggested, gesturing to the doors through which the new engineer had recently entered, "We're sure that Captain Drake will be interested to meet you."
Posted on 2016-05-05 at 08:41:05.
Edited on 2016-05-05 at 08:41:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: As a matter of fact...
...I just sent you a PM in regards to some thoughts I'd shared with Olan, earlier, about the ambassadors' escort. Should provide you with some "fodder" so to speak.
Posted on 2016-05-04 at 07:16:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Absolutely!
I'll be glad to help out where I can, Brennus. Just shoot a PM in my direction if you need anything.
Posted on 2016-05-04 at 05:29:28.
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Topic: Looking for a Free Form game
Subject: Well...
...some short while ago, I had an idea or two for a free form game I was going to call "Drasnian Nights." Mayhaps I can revisit my notes and such on that and come up with a bit of something. I'll see if I can't scrounge up all the various scribblings I had and put something cohesive together for, at least, a start of an epic adventure.
Look for a post or PM from me soon.
Posted on 2016-05-03 at 17:37:59.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: All righty then!
Finally posted! Sorry for hanging things up... last week was out of control!
Anyhoo, Talca's still playing point-man, even at the Inn... keeping eyes and ears peeled for anything off or out of the ordinary... Vengador's paying for that wine!
Posted on 2016-05-03 at 09:49:17.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: Ever vigilant
The last hour on the road brought them, at last, to Crandel and, despite the unusual silence hat had fallen over the group - no songs from Aedan, none of Pepper's usual banter, little else, in fact, aside from Vengador's initial queries of the Lysoran pilgrims - Talca found himself glad to see the stout palisades of the town when they seemingly materialized out of the fell mists that enshrouded the countryside. The relief at having made the town aside, though, the Syl pathfinder was reluctant to sling his bow until after Rae had appeased the guards at the gate and his comrades and the pilgrims whom accompanied them had been admitted and found themselves safely (he hoped) within the sturdy walls. Once inside, though, and with the gates securely closed behind them, Talca did sling his bow and, as the pilgrims took their leave, offered them well-wishes for safer travels in the days to come.
With the party now reduced to its original number, Talca strode the dirt streets beside Rae, not failing to take note of how the sticky, unnatural fog seemed to cling loosely to the town's roads and buildings, causing the light from the few lanterns and torches to shimmer eerily from their windows.
"Talca, is it my eyes, or do the lights seem strange to you as well?" Rae murmured, vocalizing his own thoughts, as they continued into the city, "Whatever this mist is, it seems heavier here than on the road, doesn't it? Admittedly, perhaps it's simply the difference between sunlight and moonlight to my eyes in this weather, but perhaps we shouldn't relax too much."
"It is not your eyes, arwenamin," Talca answered softly in reply, "though I cannot say if it's the light or the mist that is the stranger. As odd as it is to hear myself say so, I'm anxious to be away from both, inside somewhere.
And, fear not, astalder," he said in answer to her last, "My eyes will remain ever keen on our surroundings. After this day, true relaxation will be difficult to come by."
The Nicked Shill was much as he expected it might be - smallish to fit the size of the town, well-lit to ward off the clinging dark of the night outside, and it's patronage largely comprised of local folk whose conversation seemed to die down a bit when the party entered and leery glances were turned their way. The young tavern maid who greeted them, of course, seemed more hospitable than many of the patrons but, as was the case in many human towns across Antaron, when her eyes took in the Sylvari among them, there was something akin to intolerance masked behind her manner.
"Thank you, miss," Talca said, shrugging out of his cloak as the girl ushered them to an empty corner table and informed them of what was on the menu. He made a conscious effort to not speak a word in his native tongue in places like this as he was well aware that the prejudices and preconceptions (deserved or otherwise) that humans held of his people were much like sleeping bears, one does not poke them. "If you can scare up some of that wine, I should like to try it," he smiled, taking a seat that provided him a good view of the room and it's occupants, "and some of your bread and cheese, if you please."
As the others ordered, Talca's eyes skimmed the place, making note of entrances and exits, posture and position of the clientele, and every tiny thing he had ever been trained to watch for, like the two foreigners who sat at the far end of this very table, for instance. The man was a burly fighter-sort, it seemed, with a gaze as watchful as Talca's own. Talca met this one's gaze evenly, if only briefly, and returned the nod of understanding when it was offered. The woman in the fighter's company was less surly than he. She didn't truly smile when she regarded Talca and his companions but her expression was far more sociable than many others, here.
Some moments after the serving girl had returned with their repast and the drone of conversation throughout the place had once more risen to a more typical level, the woman in the purple cloak turned to greet them; "Well met, fellow travelers. I do not recall seeing you on the road, so I would think that you did not come from the west. Any news from the road to the east?"
He was glad to see Pepper chirp a flourished greeting in response. The "bard's" encounter with the ghoul had surely been more traumatic for her than it had been for the rest and, given her comparative silence on the road following that encounter; Talca had worried a bit as to the woman's state of mind. He smiled, now, though, as she introduced herself and opened the way for others to do so, as well.
There were others in the group more suited to tavern-talk than he was, so, when it came his turn, he simply offered a nod and a friendly smile when he said "Talca," then left the word play up to the likes of Rae and Pepper. For his part, the pathfinder tucked into his dinner and, of course, kept keen eyes and ears on the goings on inside The Nicked Shill.
Posted on 2016-05-03 at 09:45:24.
Edited on 2016-05-03 at 09:53:22 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Catching up (Part 2)
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Corridor, Deck 2 - 1219
=/=Moore to Captain Drake and Lieutenant Zai, I'll be in engineering meeting with Chief Thorson. We may require you for a discussion at your earliest convenience.=/=
The Doctor's communication had been exceedingly calm and hadn't so much as hinted at urgency but, for some reason, it had stopped Tochi in his tracks. His stomach turned a little somersault and an ominous tension settled in his shoulders. Despite the composure of Dr Moore's voice over the comm, the Trill gleaned a bit of importance from the subtext of her carefully chosen words,
It's that arm, Tochi feared, recalling the glitch he had personally witnessed less than twenty-four hours ago, Stars and singularities, don't let anyone be dead!
Abandoning his initial plans of changing back into his duty uniform, Zai turned on his heel and made a beeline towards Main Engineering, instead, tapping his commbadge as he went. "Acknowledged, Doctor," he responded, "We're on our way. Zai out."
Had construction of starship doors made such a thing possible, Tochi would likely have burst through the ones that opened onto the Engineering department when he entered moments later. His gaze worriedly swept the expansive engine room as he strode across the floor, taking in those engineering personnel who still dutifully manned their stations before, finally, settling on the scene that he somehow knew he would encounter. Eric lay on the deck, unconscious but twitching, surrounded by several medical personnel who worked to stabilize him. As he drew nearer, Tochi's gut tightened again, realizing that the medical staff and the handful of engineering crew that stood by the scene were making a consciously minding the chief engineer's cybernetic arm and being sure to avoid the thing. He forced himself to stop a few feet away from the scene.
"What happened, here," Zai asked with perhaps a bit more concern in his voice than he'd meant to let seep into it.
A tall petty officer, his own face pale and eyes full of apprehension, turned and blinked at Tochi, then. "Bozhe moi, Lieutenant," Toporov said, "I cannot say that I know for sure. The Commander he just, he went crazy! He smashed several consoles to bits and then, then he came after me! I thought I was going to have to stun him but," PO2 Toporov simply gestured at where Thorson lay, now, being tended to by Dr Moore and her staff.
"Is everyone else all right," Tochi forced himself to ask, then.
"Da," Toporov replied, "Yes, sir. Though, the Commander did do a number on those consoles, and, vell, sir, I think I may need to change my pants..."
Tochi allowed a bit of a smirk at that and nodded. "Understood, Tops," he said, resting a reassuring hand on the taller man's shoulder for an instant, "Why don't you go ahead and get a team on those panels, then, and get us a report on exactly what transpired, hm?"
"Aye, sir," Toporov responded as the Tochi's hand slid off his shoulder and the XO, then, took a few more steps toward Commander Thorson and the medical team that surrounded him.
Lt Zai stopped again, just outside the space Dr Moore, Chief Cook, and Nurse Reynolds needed to work, and, following a troubled look at his long-time friend, turned his gaze to the Lt Moore; "Is there anything we can do, Doctor?"
((OOC: Assuming a brief explanation of the medical staff's actions and findings, thus far, etc.))
"Very well," the Trill nodded, unable to force his worried gaze from Eric, "We'll inform the Captain."
Posted on 2016-05-03 at 07:07:58.
Edited on 2016-05-03 at 07:39:36 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Looking for a Free Form game
Subject: Welllll....
...what did you have in mind?
Posted on 2016-05-02 at 17:45:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oops!
Just realized that I overlooked a thing or two in that last post (particularly Berk escorting the ambassadors out and a response owed to Dio)... Edits forthcoming (or perhaps added to part 2 of my catch up posts). Sorry for overlooking all that..
...Aaaaaand edited. More to come re: Thorson, later today.
Posted on 2016-05-02 at 09:02:53.
Edited on 2016-05-02 at 09:31:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Catching up (Part 1)
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Transporter room one - 1155
Once more in full dress uniform, Lt Zai stood at Captain Drake's right, his hands clasped behind his back, as they awaited the arrival of the ambassadors. It had been a terribly busy day - busier, in fact, than any day spent docked at a starbase had ever been as far as the Trill could recall - what with the sudden, unexpected berthing of Threel and D'Lar aboard the Peregrine and all of the preparations that went along with it, not to mention that the even more sudden turn-over of essential personnel had compounded the already frenetic pace aboard ship and, despite the apparent quality of the replacement personnel, incited more than a little confusion if not suspicion in the ranks. The whole thing, of course, could have been tallied to nothing more than coincidence but, in the same breath, it was all a bit too coincidental for Tochi's liking, and, at more than one point in the course of the day, he had found himself almost distracted by the possible implications of this complex situation.
"All right, gentlemen," Drake intoned, reeling Tochi back in from one such moment of distracted contemplation, "It's show time. Remember to show our best manners. Lt Berk, I want the security detail for each ambassador to feel like an escort, not a warden."
"Aye, sir," Berk replied with an almost mirthful grin, "no escorting the guests straight to the brig, then."
The comment evoked a small chuckle from Lt Zai, but that chuckle was stifled into little more than an amused smile when Tolaris announced that the Starbase had requested permission to beam the two diplomats aboard.
",Permission granted," Drake acknowledged, "please, beam them aboard."
Moments later, in the wake of the characteristic whir and hum of the transporter, the Kuldar and Rytain diplomats materialized on the pad along with their luggage. Tochi did what he could to shift his bemused smile to something that leaned a bit more towards an accommodating one.
Drake stepped forward, then, offering a formal bow to the Peregrine's newest passengers. "Ambassador Threel, Ambassador D'Lar," the Captain began by way of greeting, "On behalf of the United Federation of Planets, I hereby welcome you aboard the USS Peregrine. You met my Executive Officer, Lt Zai, this morning,"
At this, Tochi offered a nod of greeting and a welcoming smile; "Gentlemen. We are pleased to see you both, again." It wasn't precisely the truth, of course, but, he hoped, he'd managed to make his greeting sound sincere enough.
The Captain went on to introduce Lasad and Berk, then, advising the diplomats of each man's role on the ship and, specifically, pointing out what could and should be expected of the two gold-clad officers for the duration of the ambassadors' stay. ",Lieutenant Berk will be providing each of you with your own personal bodyguards for the duration of your stay," he explained tactfully, "they will serve as escorts and personal security for you at all times."
"You mean, Captain," D'Lar chuckled, obviously seeing through the politic subtleties, "that you are assigning someone to keep an eye on us while we are on board, to keep us out of trouble, yes?"
Tochi arched a brow at this and couldn't help but let his lips curl up into something of an uneasy grin. It was a discomfort that washed away fairly quickly, though, as, in the back and forth of the Kuldar and Rytain delegates, the security plan implemented by the Peregrine's crew was succinctly dissected and, in the end, understood, with both ambassadors waving off any perceived need for apologies and professing to have taken similar measures had the roles been reversed. In the end, Drake had been left shaking his head in amazement and, Tochi imagined, entertaining thoughts similar to his own in regards to the ambassadors' appreciation of the implemented protocols.
He exchanged a glance with Silas, then, raising both eyebrows and offering a grin that may have said, Well, that couldn't have gone better.
"Ambassadors," Lt Berk said, offering a courteous gesture toward the doors, following Threel's request to be shown to quarters, "This way, please."
The doors whooshed open as Berk escorted the diplomats out and, then, whooshed closed again when the ambassadors and their escorts filed into the corridor and headed for their assigned berths. The sighing sound of the door closing was almost immediately echoed by a similar noise made by Dio.
"Does that normally happen when dealing with ambassadors," the Risian Ops Chief asked, glancing somewhat curiously between Zai and Drake.
"Normal isn't a term easily applied to diplomats of any kind, Lt Lasad," Tochi laughed, offering a wink, "It's been our experience that there is usually a lot of politics and prejudice that colors what is or isn't normal where that sort is concerned.
All in all, though," the Trill continued, "we think that went rather well, all things considered. The Kuldar and Rytain have been locked in their maneuverings for so long that, we imagine, it would have been suspicious if they hadn't discerned the true purpose of their escorts."
((OOC: Sorry for the delay... looooong week and weekend. This should catch Toci up with the ambassadors' arrival... working on an additional post to deal with the Thorson scenario (responses to Dr Moore, etc. Should have that later today.))
Posted on 2016-05-02 at 08:33:02.
Edited on 2016-05-02 at 09:34:15 by Eol Fefalas
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