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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nice!
Natasha's description is much as I imagined it might be when I was scrawling out the post for Megan. 
Also, for Silent One's benefit, I've stubbed in a Medical Dept NPC, named Ryan Bachmann who could, quite possibly, bring some modicum of internal drama to the sick bay.
As to Tochi being the XO - I just figured it was cuz I was sooooo shmexy! 
Posted on 2016-02-28 at 07:06:59.
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Topic: Think of us, please.
Subject: Of course, of course...
...you and your mom are in my thoughts and prayers as well.
Good vibes, happy thoughts, and best wishes, my friend.
Posted on 2016-02-28 at 06:29:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Sooooo...
...does that mean you're gonna tell 'em about the toilets, then? 
Posted on 2016-02-27 at 11:30:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nicely done, Dunklezahn!
But how come we're always fighting politicians?
Posted on 2016-02-27 at 08:27:33.
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Topic: DM Recruitment Thread
Subject: congratulations
Quite the accomplishment, Shizzle my nozzle! I'll be lurking!
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 20:24:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Heh! I live...
...to be loved!
Thanks, boss!
Good to know they're as fun to read as they are to write!
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 17:16:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Okay... wow...
...That got a bit lengthy for an NPC post, didn't it? 
It was kind of fun to play with 'em in that scene, though.
P.S. If anyone wants to bump into PO2 Owen on her way between the Lounge and crew quarters, feel free to pick it up. 
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 16:17:50.
Edited on 2016-02-26 at 16:20:02 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Early morning cram
Stardate: 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine; Observation Lounge, Deck 5 - 0700
It had been two hours or so since Petty Officer Second Class Megan Owen had slipped into the observation lounge. Aside from stopping at the replicator for a bowl of oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins, and a cup of tea when she first entered, the young shuttle pilot had scarcely moved from the table nestled in the forward corner in all that time. She had chirped out a cheery "g'mornin'" to the two other people who had seen fit to take an early breakfast (or a very late supper) in the lounge when she had first arrived, as well, but, other than that and an occasional murmuring under her breath, she had been uncharacteristically quiet for the duration. Rather than the frisky, hyper-social Megan that her shipmates were accustomed to, those that were in attendance this morning were treated to the spectacle of seeing the young shuttle pilot sitting in the corner, still and silent, with her sparkling, pale-blue eyes scarcely ever peeling away from the PADD that she held in one hand.
It was unusual, perhaps even unsettling to some, but there was good reason for her to be locked into her rapt absorption of the information on the device. Her tour aboard the Peregrine had provided her with an opportunity that she never imagined she would have been afforded; to be one of the very few NCOs in Starfleet with a Bridge Certification, and not a simple certification that would simply allow her access to the bridge, either, but one that could honestly see her sitting at the helm! The coursework and requisite examinations that would see her achieving that, though, were daunting, to say the least. In the weeks that she had been studying, already, she had come to have even more respect for CONN officers like Lt Zai and Ensign P'Tammah than she ever had before,
T'ree sep'rate courses in Starship Op'rations, alone; plus, t'ree SoSD engineerin' courses, an' two electives from the College o' Space Flight Hist'ry catalogue, Megan thought, finally taking her eyes off the PADD to glance at the chrono and take a sip of her long-cold tea, An' that's just to qualify to take the exam! How they e'er managed ta cram all o' this into their heads before graduatin' Academy's bloody astoundin'!
Her nose wrinkled by way of response to the tea's temperature and, as she'd been staring at the PADD for so long, she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands in order to coax them to move again. She stretched, then, stifled a yawn, and tucked a stray lock of auburn curls that she'd unknowingly pulled free of her pony-tail back behind her ear. That done, she let her gaze sweep the near-empty lounge, again, and, smiling cheerily at the woman in OPS gold who happened to meet her eye, slipped from behind the table and made her way towards the replicator again. "G'mornin', Tasha," Megan chirped as she passed by Crewman Pierce's seat, "Invent'ry this mornin', is it?"
Natasha Pierce smiled, shook her head, and nodded toward one of the large windows at the front of the lounge; "Just taking a moment to enjoy the view, Meg."
Megan smiled, nodded, and slid her empty cub back into the replicator niche. "Tea, English Breakfast, hot," she said.
"You're here very early," Natasha noted as the replicator acknowledge Megan's request with a beep, "Trouble sleeping?"
"Studyin'," the waiflike shuttle pilot smiled brightly, "Didn't wanna keep my bunkmates from getting' their fair share o' winks, y'know?" She gave a little shrug, claimed her fresh cup of tea from the replicator, and started back towards her own seat.
"Oh, yes," Natasha grinned, "the XO recommended you for the Bridge Certification, didn't he?"
Megan's smile brightened all the more, then, and she nodded enthusiastically. "He did," she squeaked, "C'n you believe it?" She sipped at her tea and tried, with only marginal success, to affect an exasperated pout and continued; "The curriculum's a bugger, though! I dunno that my head's big enough ta hold all o' that!"
"You can always put it in your hair," Natasha chuckled softly as Megan veritably skipped the rest of the way to her table, "There's plenty of room there, I would suppose."
Megan's laughter was a tinkling of glass bells and she shook her head vigorously, causing the thick, springy mass of her ponytail to bounce crazily off her shoulders. "Aye! I could like fit the whole o' the Peregrine in this mop, then, couldn't I?" She slid back into her seat, indulged in another taste of her tea, and took up her PADD, again, sneaking a quick look at the time before brushing several more freshly loosed tendrils of hair from her face. "I'd had this mop all secured b'fore I left quarters," she smirked, "but all this studyin's got me pullin' it out, willy-nilly. I s'pose I should put the PADD away an' go try an' get it restrained again, b'fore I'm due on post."
"Finish your tea, first," Natasha suggested with an amused smile, "I'm sure you've earned it and you don't want this cup going cold, hm?"
"Sure, you're right," Megan returned, setting the PADD aside altogether, and cradling her cup with both hands, "May's well enjoy one, good, hot cuppa e're I need ta deal with Master Chief Stiff-Knickers. Kook's talkin' runnin' some in-flights on th' shuttlecraft, today, an' if we don't keep to schedule, V'Lur may well get a crack in that stone face o' his. I'll need my caffeine if I'm gonna hafta see that."
Natasha snickered and nodded at the other woman's assessment. "I suppose you will, Meg," she said, gathering her own things up, now, and making ready to take her leave. "How was the oatmeal? I hope you got to eat that before it went cold?"
"Marvy," Megan answered, "The raisins don't have the gritty texture they did last week. Nice and plump, they were. And just the right touch o' cinn'mon."
"Wonderful," Natasha said, moving for the door, now. "Best of luck with your studies, Meg. I'm sure you'll do well. Have a good day."
"And you, luv," Megan smiled, "Ta!"
Crewman Pierce waved a response and disappeared into the corridor, leaving Megan alone with her tea and her study materials.
Megan savored a nice long sip, then, and, afterward glanced at the PADD, considering whether or not she should read for a few more minutes. Tea cup still cradled in both hand, she leaned towards the device to do just that but, when all of the loose auburn coils fell forward into her view, again, she made an irritated little noise and decided better of the whole thing.
"Bollocks," she grumped, getting to her feet again, unceremoniously pouring the remainder of her tea into her mouth, and scooping up her things, "Not as if there's gonna be no time to study later. She held the PADD tucked under an arm with one hand and reached up with the other to tug the pony-tail holder from her mane with the other as she flitted out the door. "I bloody well hope I've got time to braid this mess," she said to no one in particular as her hair spilled free, engulfing her shoulders, chest, and upper back as it fell.
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 16:15:18.
Edited on 2016-02-26 at 17:09:37 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: *blinks* Whoa...
...niiiiice roster!
I was going to tell you, Ayrn, that I had just stubbed "Mia" in as an OPS NPC and that you should feel free to delete/modify her as you saw fit, but I see you've already done so, soooo... hoory for receiving psychic transmissions! *high four-and-three-quarters*
Now, back to reviewing the new crew entries.
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 14:34:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Flight Control Personnel
Okay, so if you glance at the roster for our game, you'll notice that I've added several NPCs to flesh out the Flight Control department of the PEREGRINE. While the bios are far from complete, I've hopefully stubbed enough info into them, so far, that you can get a general idea of what they're like as individuals and, as such, feel marginally comfortable using them in your own posts if you feel like it.
That is to say, we actually encourage you to utilize these characters in your posts, even if it's just in passing... perhaps you spied PO2 Owen in the corridor, head buried in her studies as she walked, and, being so engrossed in the info on the PADD she's carrying bumped right into you. You get the idea. 
So... yeah... that's all.
For now.
Edit: Perseus? Psh! Wrong ship... What were we thinking?
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 11:28:10.
Edited on 2016-02-26 at 12:09:22 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
Absolutely; ask away any time! Also, if nobdy's around to answer you right away and that's the only thing that's keeping you from posting, just put in the regular time and someone will update for you.
The easiest way to look at "military/24 hour time" is that any given day starts at 0000 (12:00 a.m.) and ends at 2359 (11:59 p.m.). The a.m. hours are pretty much as you'd expect them to be on a "normal" clock (with the exception of midnight being 00:00 rather than 12:00) once you get past noon (12:00 p.m.) just take whatever "normal clock" hour you need and +12... that'll give you your military time.
1200 - noon
1300 - 1 p.m.
1400 - 2 p.m.
1500 - 3 p.m.
1600 - 4 p.m.
1700 - 5 p.m.
1800 - 6 p.m.
1900 - 7 p.m.
2000 - 8 p.m.
2100 - 9 p.m.
2200 - 10 p.m.
2300 - 11 p.m.
0000 - midnight
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 11:17:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nice little intro, Astrid!
Your post is missing a time-stamp, though!
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 10:47:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hooray for something to do!!!
Although, I was kind of thinking about tacking up an NPC post or seventy-four today... just cuz I've got the post-bug!
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 10:17:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Just a note and a bump...
...I'm in the process of creating (or, more accurately, fleshing out) NPC characters to fill out the Flight Control portion of our roster. If any of you Innmates out there want to nab a spot as a PC role, instead, please don't hesitate to let me know. There are 4 spots to be filled, 2 Shuttlecraft Pilots and 2 Systems Specialists, that I would happily swap out for player characters.
I'd also entertain the idea of swapping out my AFCO, Vaela P'Tammah, if somebody really wants that spot (but I kind of like her and would love to see her remain - even if someone wanted to take her over as a PC). Anyhoo... fair warning; here comes the FC crew!
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 07:22:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Somebody...
...needs to get a boo-boo, or the sniffles, or the Bolian Butt Flu and go visit Lana, quick like! The best way to get re-acclimated is to just jump right in, after all.
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 06:50:34.
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Topic: Player 3406 logging in
Subject: Weeeeelllll....
*ka-bouncity-pouncity-jiglety-boing and faaaaaaaaacelick!*
(I typically make a more graphical type welcome but my image hosting site/account is frozen at the moment... *sigh*)
Welcome to the asylum, Essylia! Always glad to see (and lick) new faces, hereabouts! If there's anything that any of us can do to help you find your way through our twisted halls, just give a shout! We're all pretty friendly and helpful around here, you know, so any assistance you might need is but a PM or post away!
Enjoy the ride,
Eol
Posted on 2016-02-26 at 06:47:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: LOL
You know we're just gonna keep provoking you, Roger!
Ody - I think I've got you straightened out to be able to edit John Britt Reid's entry on the Dicovery roster.
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 19:32:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Guinan...
...was an actual person, not a hologram. She was the Bartender in 10 Forward on TNG.
I think the cameo Roger was referencing, though, might have been Stan Lee in Deadpool. 
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 18:31:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: *facelicks Tann*
Consider yourself reminded, bubba!
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 18:29:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Awesome!
We're off to a good start, folks! Keep 'em coming! Applauds all around!
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 17:57:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Told the boss I was tired of running in circles, so he nailed my other foot to the floor.
Stardate: 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 0715
Aside from the sporadic chirping of the computer and an infrequent whoosh of the turbo-lift doors, the bridge was quiet. Quiet enough, in fact, that Lt. Zai was sure that he could actually hear everyone else on the bridge breathing over the silence. The viewscreen before him, too, could be described in the same fashion; nothing of note, there, either; and even the sensors deigned to ping anything out of the ordinary. He sighed softly, blinking at the star-field, and almost considered kicking his feet up on the CONN and taking a nap.
Six weeks, he thought, forgoing the nap idea and, instead, opting to simply lean back in his chair a bit and rub a cool hand absently along the smattering of spots on his neck as an expression of his boredom, Six frilling weeks and nothing but the same thing, day in and day out. We may lose our mind and smother someone if they keep breathing that loudly.
The thought tugged at one corner of his mouth, trying to stretch it into a smile. It very well might have succeeded, too, if the thought hadn't been more than half serious. Smothering someone for breathing too loudly, right now, would, at least, break the monotony. The Trill helmsman rubbed at the back of his neck, now, and sighed, again; heavier this time. I can't remember a time I was this bored, he muttered inwardly, shifting out of his pseudo-relaxed position and letting his hands fall back to the CONN.
Yes, we can, his mind protested in response, There was that time in the Bajor sector when,
I know, I know, Tochi argued back, but that was Odia. Not me.
Same thing. You still remember it.
Behind him, someone cleared their throat, the Ops console beeped for attention, and one of the turbolift doors squelched open, all at the same time.
Finally, some excitement, he teased himself, this time actually letting the thought tug that smirk on to his face even as he gave a faint shake of his head in protest of how bad a joke it was.
"Arguing with yourself, again, sir," queried a soft voice from over his right shoulder.
His smile stretched a bit more and he turned in his seat to regard the Andorian woman standing behind him; "That obvious, is it, Mister P'Tammah?"
She responded with a smile of her own and a subtle twitching of her antennae. "I felt it even before I stepped off the lift," she said, her blue-violet eyes skipping away from Lt Zai, pausing at the door to the Captain's ready room and the empty command chair in turn, before regarding him again. "Shouldn't you be in the Big Chair?"
Tochi's own eyes flicked to the Captain's seat, then, and he shrugged. As Captain Drake's XO, he technically should have been in that vacant seat, just now, but, "I'm afraid I'd get too comfortable and fall asleep," he grinned, "and then we'd get nicked for dereliction of duty."
Ensign P'Tammah snickered at that. "Understood," she said, resting a hand on the back of his seat as if to claim it for herself and, then, inclined her head towards the still vacant command seat, "but why don't you take it, anyway? I'm so bored that I could really use a shift at the CONN and you could probably stand to stretch your legs, sir."
Tochi nodded and relinquished the seat. "Only because we like you," he smirked, moving to stand in front of, not sit it, the Captain's chair, and his AFCO settled herself behind the CONN panels.
"Thank you, sir," P'Tammah grinned.
"Quite," Tochi answered, clasping his hands behind his back and resuming his perusal of the unchanging display on the viewscreen.
"Bridge to Captain," he heard the Ops officer say, then, "Starfleet Command is on a secure channel for you."
"I hope that's a new assignment," Tochi said once the communique was transferred to the ready room, "Otherwise, someone might get smothered today."
Ensign P'Tammah giggled, as did a few others. The young officer tending comms looked decidedly nervous.
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 14:45:17.
Edited on 2016-02-25 at 19:17:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: Hooray...
...for activity!
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 12:03:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Yeah!
Cameo appearances, Roger! That's how you know you're big time! *winknudgewink*
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 11:54:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Y'know...
...that never even occurred to me but it should have!
That said... "Post! Post! Post! I'm all giddy over here!"
Edit: Penciled Impulse in as our Ops Chief in the first post of this thread, Boss man!
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 10:39:24.
Edited on 2016-02-25 at 10:41:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: Niftilicious!
I think we may have just sweet-talked Impulse into our Ops Chief position!
Posted on 2016-02-25 at 10:31:48.
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