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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Check your post, Ody...
...nothing but a header there, now.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 18:36:21.
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Topic: The Death of the Inn?
Subject: !!!
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 16:54:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I can't even...
...but I can most certainly odd. 
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 16:34:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And thusly...
...this was how Thorson came to be portrayed in every crew pic from now until the end of tiiiiiiiime!
LMAO!!!
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 16:24:49.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Agreed...
...as long as we made sure to keep track of who belongs where, I don't think that running both groups in the same thread would be bad.
Buuuut, that's just my opinion... I could be wrong.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 15:09:48.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Huzzah!!!
Now... where is Spartacus?
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 14:17:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: ;-)
Just poking fun, Astrid! All in good humor.
Yes, if you're off-duty and the CEO needs you back on post, you drop what you're doing and beat feet to Engineering (or wherever you're needed).
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 13:50:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I'd like to know...
...just so I don't walk in on it.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 13:15:41.
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Topic: Whisking away to Alacrityville
Subject: I got yer fashionable RIGHT HERE!!!
Frella was already scowling even before she and the others who had been selected for this foray into the arena were hauled into the sunlight. The squinting induced by the sudden brightness did nothing but give her visage even more of a hatefully seething aspect. The bloodthirsty cheering of the crowd and the pompous voice of the herald, too, served only to darken her demeanor. And when that herald introduced her as "Frita the Fashionable," she could veritably taste her contempt for these people and this place.
She spit into the dirt and, adjusting her shield to insure that it didn't go unnoticed, offered the spectators a decidedly crude gesture in response to their hoots and hollers. "I'll show ye fashionable," she growled under her breath, settling her grip on the war-hammer she carried and her eyes on the cage across the arena, that was the important bit, wasn't it? When these disgusting Alacritites took her from her home and discovered it wasn't as easy to have their fishwife and eat it, too, they'd decided that, perhaps, it would be better to feed her to real animals. "Well," she snarled to no one as the pin was pulled and the enormous bear was freed from it's confines, "they'll have no such pleasure from me, I'll see to it that their bread is as blood-soaked as their filthy hands!"
"Now then, menfolk!" the elf man beside her hissed. "We advance together, yes?"
"Aye," she grumbled, her scowl, almost impossibly, setting itself deeper into her features as she shot a pointed look at the point-ear, "an' some of us b!^chfolk, as well, I reckon,"
Frella advanced with the "elf lord," taking a position on his flank that would allow his sword to take advantage of it's reach and, also, would allow the swings of her hammer to compliment and compound it's strikes.
((OOC: Frella's just hateful, her plan is to utilize her "teammates" longer reaching and faster weapons to goad the bear into giving her an opening but, as I mentioned, she's hateful and may end up charging the bear if she gets a chance, she'll likely want to try crippling it (i.e. blows to legs and/or paws) before smashing it's head in but, again, GRRRRRR!!! ))
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 09:27:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: The briefing... briefly...
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine; Captain's Ready Room - 0805
He had reached the door, now, and, just before cueing it to open, he turned back and regarded the Captain, once again. "For the record, sir," he said, "If it does come to a court martial, I will be there, front and center, as your friend above all else.
If you'll excuse me," he smiled, "I've got reports to gather from Science and Engineering. See you at the briefing, sir."
"Understood," Silas replied. "0930 it is. Oh, and Tochi?" he queried.
Drake paused for a long moment and cleared his throat.
"Thank you."
"Not necessary, Captain," Tochi replied with a faint nod, "but you are welcome."
Feeling better, himself, about the Captain's state of mind, the Trill stepped out of the office, then, and resumed his post on the bridge where he continued monitoring the input from Science and Engineering where they regarded the Hekaran lifeboat. There wasn't a lot coming across the screens in the short time between having left Silas in his Ready Room and preparing to report to the mission briefing, but, at least, it was something to occupy his mind.
Captain's Mess - 0930
Lt Zai had arrived at the meeting some minutes before the designated time, greeted those already in attendance, and taken his customary seat to the Captain's right. Shortly thereafter, the meeting commenced with all the efficiency he had become accustomed to under Drake's command and, as the Captain relayed the details of the Peregrine's new mission, Tochi paid close attention to even the minutest detail and, on occasion, entered notes into his PADD for reference at a later time.
A milk run type of mission, Zai smiled faintly at Drake's assessment of the orders and silently concurred with the man's extended "be prepared for anything" analysis. Milk runs were, typically, uneventful by definition but, at least, there was a possibility of that milk being spilled at some point, thereby making them somewhat more enjoyable than the "fly around in circles" patrol tours like the one they were currently leaving in their wake.
Having laid out the mission in broad strokes, the Captain then went on with his standard briefing routine of addressing the department heads, in turn. He started with Rock; requesting a tactical assessment of both the Kuldar and Rytains and, of course, ordering that ordnance stockpiles were such that, in a worst case scenario, the Peregrine would be duly prepared. Then,
"Lt Zai," Drake said, turning his eyes to Tochi, "I know that you are still shorthanded. I have asked Starfleet Command for another helmsman; in the meantime, what is the status on Petty Officer Owen?"
"Much appreciated, sir," Tochi acknowledged. Another helmsman would go a long way towards lightening the load on P'Tammah and the rest of his department, not to mention the other departments who had contributed outside of their typical realms to contribute to the manning of the CONN.
"Petty Officer Owen is doing very well," he added, then, "Her unit scores are commendable and, I believe, we can expect her to take and pass her final certification exam within the week."
Drake nodded. "I wonder if we can accelerate her progress any. Perhaps allow her to sit a helm watch or two when you have the Big Chair? Assuming, of course, that you felt she was ready enough in terms of piloting. I obviously do not want us sacrificing our standards, but if her impact skills - such as actually flying the ship - are ready, but she's working on supporting coursework... well, perhaps some on the job training is in order. As it stands now, we're running Tactical and Operations shorthanded, and I'd like to have relief where we can get it."
"Agreed, sir," Tochi said with a grin, "We think the Petty Officer would appreciate that as much as the rest of us. Her piloting skills are such that I wouldn't hesitate to put her at the CONN - she's taken the approach that it's not altogether different from flying a shuttle, just on a much larger scale. She has seemed to struggle a bit with Advanced Navigation, from what we understand, but I believe that some shifts at the helm would help to clarify things for her."
The Trill entered some additional notes and sent a couple of notifications to the Flight Control staff via his PADD as the Captain moved on to Lt Chell. Tochi's satisfied grin evolved into a full-fledged smile of amusement as he imagined Megan's squeals of delight at having finally being added to the CONN rotation, Probably climbing right to the top of Chief Kukkonen's head and dancing, now, he chuckled inwardly.
He continued listening and taking notes as Drake verbally made his way, from officer to officer, around the table. He nodded when the Captain made it known that Hekaran pod would be offloaded to the Serapis during the layover at Starbase 118. Good, Zai thought, something about that whole thing makes us itch. The sooner it's in someone else's hands, the better.
The Captain sat back in his chair, and the holographs dissolved. "All, right, then. Are there any questions regarding our new orders?"
Following Horatio's input, then, Tochi interjected his own,
"Lt Chell," he turned to the Bolian Ops Chief, "If I could get our new helmsman's dossier sent to us before we reach the starbase, please? We'd like to get a read on quals and certs before just hard-jacking him or her into the rotation."
((OOC: positive acknowledgement assumed))
"Thank you, Korvin," Tochi nodded to Chell before regarding the Captain, again. "That's all we have, sir."
((OOC: any other staff input before Thorson's update here))
"Very well. Now then... who wants to get me up to speed on this escape pod?" Drake asked.
"Well, Captain, from an engineering standpoint, we're starting from scratch,"
Tochi's gaze flicked to the screen displaying Commander Thorson's face.
"These Herakans are apparently pretty insular; there is nothing in Federation records regarding their technology. For only a couple of hours, though, we've made decent progress. We have a basic handle on the foundations of the technology. We still have to get through identifying what everything does and making sure we can recreate all of the technological functions, and then we have to effect repairs to the canisters' containment. While we've confirmed that the lifeforms are indeed cybernetic, that's about all we've confirmed. I can't tell you if they're dangerous yet, but there has to be a reason they're under containment. On the bright side, we haven't found anything outside of our own capabilities yet, so once we've gotten the research done, I'm fairly confident that we can shore up the canisters,"
Zai scowled a bit at Thorson's report. He trusted the man's analysis and skill, of course, but the fact that the pod had appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and contained, not just a Hekaran corpse but also some sort of microscopic, cybernetic organism, Well, it just made him all the more anxious to have the thing off the Peregrine. He couldn't define exactly what it was about that pod or it's contents that did it, but, deep inside his mind and his gut, something about it was very unsettling.
Posted on 2016-03-08 at 08:54:40.
Edited on 2016-03-08 at 09:42:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Will read...
...and post ASAP.
Have a snafu at work, this morning, that's keeping me distracted and frying my brain.
Posted on 2016-03-07 at 09:00:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Not sure about the rank...
...but I'd imagine a nurse we pick up at SB 118 could be imminently doable.
Olan (t_cat11) has the final say, of course... he's the boss, I'm just an overly enthusiastic pitch-man.
He may ask for a concept from you (which is basically just a brief introduction to your proposed character... Name, Species, Gender, description (Ht, Wt, eyes, hair, etc) and a little bit of history)... You can review the Roster for our game, if you want to get an idea. 
Posted on 2016-03-05 at 15:34:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Okay...
...the shuttle pilot spots are both currently in NPC status and one of them (PO2 Megan Owen) has been somewhat established with some posts I've written up for her. The other (SCPO Kukkonen aka Kook) has only just been introduced. If you want to take over either of those roles, I'm cool with it... or, I could be convinced to free up Kook's spot for a character of your own design if you prefer (I'd really like to keep Megan around NPC or otherwise). Medical has some NPCs stubbed in but I don't think any of them have been used in game, yet, so it might be easier to free up a slot there.
Your choice, though... 
Posted on 2016-03-05 at 08:37:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: :'(
Sorry to see you go, Red.
Good night, Irene! Look at all the posts that popped up over night!  Good stuff, folks! Looks like I'll be busy with some logbook updates at some point today! 
Posted on 2016-03-05 at 07:49:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Hi there, Arcani
I'll bet we can fit you in, somewhere! Did you have an existing character in mind to take over (i.e. one of the many NPCs on the roster) or were you thinking a totally new entry?
Let us know and we'll see where we can pop you into the crew.
Posted on 2016-03-05 at 07:45:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Brain-fried and buggered!
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Shuttle Bay 1 - 0733
PO2 Owen stepped off the turbolift and into Shuttle Bay 1, her eyes still firmly locked to the PADD in her hand, chewing absently on her lip as she tried to absorb the concepts behind the formulae she was looking at. She scarcely looked up once in the time it took her to get from the lift to the door of the Flight Control office and, when she did, it was only to cue the door of that office open and, even then, she was trying to puzzle out the equations,
"Hyvää huomenta, Megan," SCPO Kukkonen offered cheerily, as his tiny counterpart entered the room.
"Uh-huh," Megan's response was a bit less exuberant, and her eyes were firmly fixed back on the PADD, but she did manage to lift a hand in some semblance of a wave, "G'mornin', Kook."
Kook watched, still grinning, as the waifish Petty Officer took a seat at the office's small table, and laid the PADD out in front of her. She rested her elbows on either side of the device and cradled her head in her hands as she continued glowering at the thing. "Trouble with your studies," he asked after a long moment of watching her mouth move as she read.
"Wha," Megan looked up, then, blinked at Kook as if just now realizing he was there. "Oh," she sighed, shaking her head a little and offering a smile, "Sorry, Chief; what'd ya say?"
"I asked if you were having troubles with your studies," Kook chuckled, set aside the Work Bee schematics he had been pouring over when Megan arrived, and moved to take the seat opposite her, "Or is it that you've braided your hair too tightly? Either way, you look to have a headache."
Megan laughed, too; "Yeah, and you look like you've a badger sleepin' on your face!" She reached out and tugged on his beard, then, at the same time, absently checking the plait into which she'd woven her hair to make sure that, in her rush, she hadn't made the braid too tight. Her eyes dipped to the PADD again and, with an exasperated sigh, she spun the thing around and slid it across the table to him. "It's this," she said, "What the bloody hell is this?"
Kook reached out a beefy paw and dragged the PADD closer and, then, let his eyes fall to the display,
- w^(10/3)+(10-w)^(-11/3)
- w=^(3/10)
, "This is maths," he grinned through his beard.
She swatted at him across the table; "I bloody well know it's maths, Kook! And I know I should know it but, when I try to get my head ‘round it, it's gettin' all wibbly-wobbly with the rest o' the bloody maths I've been eatin', o' late!"
SCPO Kukkonen nodded, remembering well all of the frustrations he'd experienced when studying for his own bridge certification, and spun the PADD back around. "Relax, Megan," he said as he slid the device toward her, "This is from a unit exam for the Advanced Navigation class, yes?"
Megan nodded, and let her eyes fall to the PADD where Kook's finger hovered just about the equations.
"These are for basic Warp-Time-Distance, Warp-Distance-Time, and Time-Warp-Time calculations," he said, "Not even so much for navigational purposes as they are for,"
Megan's eyes widened and a bright smile of recollection spread across her elfin face. ",For estimating travel times or distances based on warp variables," she squeaked over him. "Bugger, I did know that!"
"Exactly," Kook nodded, tapping the PADD before leaning back in his chair and offering a proud grin. "You've been studying too hard, Megan," he offered, then, "Perhaps put away your studies for a time, give your mind a break, yes?"
Megan offered a brain-weary little smirk and shrugged; "Lt Zai says we really need another body for the CONN rotations, though. I need to get this out of the way and get that cert,"
Kook hauled himself from his seat, then, and came around the table. "Yes, pieni," he chuckled, laying one massive hand on the woman's shoulder and giving her a friendly shake, "but what would he do with your certification if your brain melted from getting it, hm? Studying too much can be just as bad as not studying at all. Come! Let's go run the checklists on the Type 10s, eh? Maybe do an in-flight check on Work Bee 2?"
Megan nodded and smiled. "Brills," she said, closing the screen on her PADD, and climbing out of her own seat, then. "Thanks, Kook!"
"Ole hyvä, pieni."
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 16:02:04.
Edited on 2016-03-04 at 16:05:56 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Good stuff, Dox.
I'm liking the updates for Dalia... purple eyes, eh? Yum!
Also, glad you're having so much fun with this. It's nice to see folks enjoy themselves, here, and just makes everyone else enjoy it that much more when there's this level of enthusiasm. I'm constantly refreshing my screen, myself, these days, hoping for a new post to magically appear where there was none an nano-second ago.
Anyhooo... if you're really bored and looking for something to fill those long gaps between posts, you do have several more NPC slots that you could create bodies to fill. Total breakdown of the Peregrine's SCI personnel amounts to 8 people (2 officers and 6 enlisted); you've got your two officers in Horatio (CSO) and Dalia (ASO)... feel free to stub out (or completely fill out) roster entries for the remaining 6 "Sciences Specialist" NCOs as you see fit. 
Edit: Speaking of posts... just tacked up some fluffiness re: the continuing academic adventures of Megan Owen.
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 15:47:08.
Edited on 2016-03-04 at 16:03:50 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Peeking around the cupboard door
Subject: Ooooh! Tea cozies! Those make great hats!!!
*climbs to the top of the text wall... streeeeeettttttches (cuz it's been a minute or seven thousand since I've done this, donchaknow?)... aaaaaaand... ka-jingle-pounceskadivebomb!!!*
Good to have you about, Dehoffren! Here's hoping you find what you're looking for here in our delirious domain... I'm sure you will... you just might have to poke it with a stick or something from time to time.
If there's anything any of us can help with, just give a squeak! We'll come a-runnin'!
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 15:39:02.
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Topic: Gladiator QnA
Subject: Huh...
...so, no peg-legged halflings in tanks, then, either, right?
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 10:57:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: How's that, ya bugger?!?!
Gosh but yer gettin' crotchety in your old age!
Much love to you, brother!
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 10:55:31.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted...
...Unfortunately "the world" is little more than a 900 square foot room with a subway turnstile in the middle. Here's fifty cents, just in case you want to check out the far wall.
I wish I could come up with an uncorruptable wish!
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 07:22:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Indeed...
...great rounds of posting, folks. As Olan, said, it definitely harkens back to the original Discovery run and I'm LOVING it! Kudos all around!
Also... Happiest of Happy Birthdays, Dunkelzahn! 
Posted on 2016-03-04 at 06:23:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nicely done...
...buddy bear!
Posted on 2016-03-03 at 21:18:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And...
...there's some more of Captain Emo Meets Counselor Slugbelly.
Good posts, all around, folks!
Duncan - I don't even think you need me to hit you with that PM regarding the pod! You've got it all in spades, brother!
Red - What crap posts? I've not seen anything remotely nearing a crap post from you. Pleased to have you aboard and looking very forward to seeing Blackmon shine when she gets to interact more.
Posted on 2016-03-03 at 20:03:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Self doubt and self discovery aren't far apart
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Captain's Ready Room - 0800
"Tochi," Drake grinned faintly in reply to the Trill's counsel, "if you ever decide that this whole 'flying starships' gig isn't for you anymore, you should consider a career in counseling. Apparently, a couple of hundred years of shared experiences help to bestow a shocking amount of wisdom and insight."
Zai chuckled; "Kasru was an ambassador for a good many years,and married twice in that time," He offered a shrug to go along with the quiet laughter. "Not exactly a counselor," he speculated, "but much the same approach to understanding people, given the experience. If I get another chance, perhaps we'll give that a try."
Falling back into receptive silence, then, Tochi watched as the Captain focused, momentarily, on the back of his left hand and the scars that graced the skin there; letting the senior officer reflect on them and, of course, taking note of the darkening expression as Silas did so. The Captain was notably calmer, now, and Tochi felt that true nature of the man's torment was closer to the surface, now. Best to let him find his way to it, the Trill decided, maintaining his silence.
"The fact of the matter, though," Silas continued, speaking almost more to those scars than to Tochi in that moment, but still continuing on the path the Trill had hoped for, "is that it's more than a question of someone doubting me. After all, what sort of officer would I be if a few words were enough to rattle me? I won't deny that the conversation left me angry, but there is more to it..."
And here it comes, Tochi said to himself as Silas seemed to become lost in the contemplation of his scars.
"What if they are right?" the Captain asked, his eyes only meeting Zai's, again, after the query had been lofted.
It wasn't a rhetorical question, but Tochi felt that the man wasn't looking for an answer, just yet, and, so, let his "They're not" go unspoken, as well.
"My very first real command led to the death of several people, Tochi. Including Michelle's," Drake continued, holding up a hand to forestall an interruption which Zai had already chosen not to impose on him. "I know what you are going to say. The matter was investigated, it was concluded that I did everything possible, that I chose the correct course of action. I know what they say; they gave me a frilling medal for it."
Tochi heard the unvoiced sigh in the shaking of Silas' head, just then, and almost physically felt the underlying pain in his next words,
"You know what haunts me about that day? If I was put in the same situation, knowing what I know now... I would still make the same choice," Drake admitted, "In my mind, I know that it was the only course of action. That doesn't help me sleep at night, though. It doesn't make the ache go away."
,And it shouldn't, Tochi answered, but, not aloud. The man was getting very close. He was reliving that moment, in all the explicit, unedited detail that only he had access to. Reviewing the moment, almost in the same way that Tochi, himself, had learned to cope with the memories and experiences of the others who had come before him,
",at some point, my actions will almost certainly lead to the deaths of more people," Silas was saying, now, as he stared off into space, "Operating on the sorts of missions that we draw, it's likely only a matter of time. I've come to peace with that fact, as much as I can. But again... what if they are right?"
The Captain's eyes detached from that nether-point and met Zai's, again. "I believe that I make the best choices that I can. But what if I'm not fit to make those choices to begin with? Who's to say that someone more qualified than me might not have made things different aboard the Alexander? Would more lives have been saved?
That's the rub, isn't it," Drake chuckled dolefully, "No matter how hard you train, no matter how much you study... so much of what we do comes down to gut calls. One must possess conviction in their decisions; else you open yourself to second guessing and ineffective command. But that same conviction can blind you to other options if you aren't terribly careful."
"That is the rub, as you say," Tochi acknowledged with an insightful smile, "It all comes back to the fact that, even in retrospect, here, in this moment, you would still remain true to who you are, Silas. If you could do it all again, you would do what you expected of yourself, not what someone else might have expected of you after reading the reports or, even, witnessing the events first hand." He spread his hands again and offered yet another probing shrug; "Isn't that what makes a true leader? Isn't that the trait that any of us in Starfleet, or any of us in the service of any federation, for that matter, look for in those tasked to guide us?
What if," the Trill proposed, "someone else had been in your position aboard that ship, Captain? And what if they had made decisions that were radically different to those you made? Would it have saved more lives or, perhaps, would it have cost more lives?" He shrugged in answer to his own question. "We don't know," he said, "and neither does anyone else."
"What happened, happened, Silas," he continued, "and regardless of what anyone thinks of it or, in hindsight, suggests that it could have gone differently, nothing changes that. You did what you thought to be the right thing, then, and, now, all these years later, as you look back, you still know that your actions would be the same and that you would still feel right in pursuing that course of action."
Tochi rose from the seat, then, reached across the desk, and clasped the Captain's shoulder. "Who can question that? Who can claim that, in a moment that they didn't experience, that they would have done differently?
I'd sooner lose my life under the command of someone like you," Zai said sincerely, "than sit down to dinner with any number of those administrators who only see things by looking backwards but learning nothing from it."
He removed his hand, then, and, straightening his uniform, took a couple of steps away from the desk. "From all I've read," the Trill grinned, gesturing to the model of The Golden Hind, "Your ancestor had a very similar mindset to yours. In the grand scheme of things, when all was said and done, he was quite successful, wasn't he?" Tochi moved for the door, then, saying; "Sir Francis Drake, I imagine, put very little stock in what ifs; perhaps, Captain Silas Drake should emulate that, as well, hm?"
He had reached the door, now, and, just before cueing it to open, he turned back and regarded the Captain, once again. "For the record, sir," he said, "If it does come to a court martial, I will be there, front and center, as your friend above all else.
If you'll excuse me," he smiled, "I've got reports to gather from Science and Engineering. See you at the briefing, sir."
((OOC: And, with that, Tochi will leave the Captain to contemplate... as always, plenty of room for interjections and such, if you like... Edits as needed.))
Posted on 2016-03-03 at 19:58:53.
Edited on 2016-03-03 at 20:08:17 by Eol Fefalas
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