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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Very well...
",I would rather die than take assistance from an Edhel, especially a Mith'ganni, You try something as foolish as touching me again hwandi and I swear it will be you I turn my spells on. Are we clear on that?"
I don't want to do this job with you. I work alone do you hear me? Is any of this getting into those pointy ears of yours and making sense in the brain that is rotting between them?..."
Nyx, of course, hadn't expected a warm reception to his chastisement of Cay's rash actions at the Hydra's Breath nor, in the brief moments that had passed as he caught up to her, did he expect that she would in any fashion let the rebuke go unanswered. So it was that he stood unflinching, smiling that condescending smile of his, in the gale of her rage. Her insults and the hatred that drove them didn't affect him as she might have hoped they would, he had been called far worse by far better than this, but the duration of her tirade had started to erode away whatever patience he had remaining where she was concerned. He sighed, the smile waning on his lips, and his eyes narrowed a bit as they risked a quick glance away from her and towards the alley where a pair of breeders had paused to gawk in the direction of the screeching diatribe, The sigh formed itself into scarcely whispered syllables while, under the folds of his cloak, Nyx's alabaster fingers flicked out the sigils that summoned an obscuring fog between this end of the alley and that.
"I know elves have difficulties putting together complex thoughts," the witch's diatribe continued, her cheeks flaming with angry color, "But if we could just get this job done with I would appreciate it. Find the girl, make some observations and then I can be rid of your putrid hwandi smell,"
Whatever words Cay might have planned to speak next were stifled into choking gibberish as one of the mith'ganni's hands lashed out and caught her around the neck. Fingers pressed brutally against the artery that carried blood to the brain on one side of the neck, thumb exerting the same force on the opposing vein that carried the blood out, and the span between thumb and forefinger pressed savagely upward and into her throat, binding the voice box so that air could neither enter nor exit her lungs. Nyx's grin was as savage as his grip when Cay's eyes went wide in shock and grew all the more so when, as he had anticipated might happen, she raised her hands in either a futile attempt to break his grip or, more likely, work one of her spells,
"I think not, slitch," he snarled, catching up both of her wrists in his free hand and clamping down on them as painfully as the other had her throat. As he wrenched her own hands up closer to her own face, Nyx spun the witch away from the wall and deftly slid a foot behind hers. He dragged that foot back sharply, sweeping Cay's from beneath her in mid-spin, and rode her to the ground. His weight was centered squarely on her chest when he landed atop her; her arms bent and pinned tightly to her from breast to jawline, clamped firmly there by the squeezing of his legs, and in no position to manage the somatic components of even the most trifling of spells; the pressure on her larynx assured that no eldritch incantations could be uttered. "I've severed the threads of mages before you, Cay," he said ominously, narrowed yellow eyes glaring deep into the muddy brown pools of the half-elf's, "so do not doubt that I can and will cut yours loose should you push me any farther,"
She squirmed beneath him, trying to wriggle free, and he answered by driving his heels painfully into her sides. The hand that had previously captured her arms, now freed of it's burden since those appendages were presently rendered useless under his weight, reached back and produced a long, blackened dagger from its sheath and moved to place the point of it at the corner of her eye, "Be still," he demanded even as the threat of the blade had already stopped her head from trying to shake side to side, "If your lips so much as move, your fingers so much as twitch, before I have finished, I'll be more than happy to end you here and now, yes?
I, too, prefer to work alone, you see," he leered, shifting just a bit to move his face that much closer to hers, "The difference between you and I, peredhil, is that when I am saddled with the burden of a partnership, I prefer to find other ways out of the situation as opposed to inviting my own death. Or, as I have demonstrated with you on one occasion, already, my precious little cousin, I simply accept it as a burden of the contract and think nothing more of it, personal grievances or animosities aside, hm?
You on the other hand, arwenamin, seem to be keen on undermining anything that may be placed within your reach for no other reason than to sate your own self-loathing and unreasoning hatred towards the points of ears which you have long since carved away from your fetid little head. I tolerated your nonsense during the business with Gracchus because you proved useful, in fact, you more than impressed me with your competence, but, if I can expect naught but the same from you this time, any use you may have been will be bled from you here in this alley and you'll not have to worry about the next time Dmitrova wishes to pair you with that vile hwandi, Nyx Shyndyn, We are clear on that, yes?"
Having said that much, the assassin considered releasing her and his weight shifted a fraction as the thought crossed his mind. However, as he made to do just that, he decided that there was another matter that would be best addressed while the Witch of the Wharf was so incapacitated and so, resettled his weight, leaned even closer in to her and, smiling knowingly, whispered to her, "And, to your professed hatred of all elven blood including your own, dearest Cayrimsa; it would seem to me that, if you truly hated that part of yourself more than the round-eared side that you pretend dominates you, you'd not be so quick to converse in our tongue nor practice the arts that our people - not your paching round-eared short-lives - brought forth onto this hells-begotten world, would you?
There is more the elf to you than the round-ear, Cayrimsa," he hissed, now starting to draw back from the mutilated ear into which he had been murmuring, "and, if I may say so, or even if I may not, considering the position you are in, the power you have now could truly be beyond containing should you choose to embrace it rather than continually try to purge it from your withered heart," He paused again as he caught sight of her lips, now starting to turn blue for the want of air, and on a whim, pressed his own to them, kissing her long and hard, before he finally released her.
Before Cay could get to her feet and suck in a long overdue draught of Drasnia's air, Nyx had disappeared into the obfuscating mist he had created only moments ago. "Something for you to think on until next we meet, yes," his voice called from somewhere within that dissipating veil, "It shan't be long, I promise,"
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 20:57:46.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:53:31 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: *poof*
You've got a new laptop! Unfortunately, you developed a severe infection due to complications from the surgery in which they removed the old top of your lap and, as a result, all the hair on your upper thighs grows green... not to mention each hair being as thick, straight, and pointy as a brand new toothpick. No one's going to want to sit on your lap for a loooooooooooooooooong time.
I wish I could think of a wish to wish.
Refrigerator!
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 14:09:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Well...
...try this for starters Ion. Warp Core at Memory-Alpha.
A decent, albeit smallish, schematic for a warp core can be found here.
Does that help? 
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 12:10:33.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Impetuous little...
The mith'ganni's expression didn't change when Dmitrova swallowed the bait he'd been tossed and, with a gesture, stayed the hands of his men. It wouldn't have been wise to let them see his satisfaction and thus be reminded of having been bluffed down by a point-eared piece of offal from half-way across the continent, No, to be apprised of that would certainly change his mind, wouldn't it, and the blood would spill pointlessly.
There was conversation, too, Nyx knew - its vibrations in the smoky air pattered against his skin and the acknowledgement of the spoken words registered in the eyes of the men that surrounded them - but there was little significance in the words for him, then. More important, now, were the sounds of breathing, of heartbeats, of the scrape of boot soles against the floor as weight shifted from one leg to another, the whine of a tendon and the rustle of cloth as a movement was made. These were the noises that bore the weight of the moment, the resonances that would drive his actions, select his targets, and keep a mind on the blind spots until,
"No, Yuri. Cayrimsa here is not an elf, which is something I don't think you are going to forget anytime soon," Dmitrova said, staying his men, "If she is done with her demonstration she can leave and get on with the task I have assigned her."
Still Nyx remained in place until Cay had taken the opportunity with which she had been provided and, snugging her hat lower over her hated ears, turned and stormed from the Hellkite's sanctuary without a word. His senses tracked her to the door, of course, and made certain that she made it into the belly of the Hydra's Breath unmolested, but his attentions remained fully on the humans who still encircled him with their blades at the ready. When the heavy door banged shut, though, the Twilight Elf allowed his muscles to uncoil and warily lowered, but deigned yet to sheathe, his own weapons. His battle-anxious smile softened into something more akin to amusement and his eyes danced from one angry human face to the next. "We are finished here, now, yes," he queried the Hellkite Captain.
"For now," Dmitrova nodded faintly, drawing more than one disapproving grunt from his men as he settled his bulk back into his chair and reached for his wine bottle,
Nyx also nodded. A shrug and roll of the elf's shoulders drew his penumbral cloak forward again, the folds of the fabric concealing the hooked blades of the kukri and the alabaster hands that wielded them, as he turned his eyes fully on Vadim and offered, once more, the faintly mocking bow with which he always liked to leave the man. "By your leave, then," he hissed through a wicked grin, backing a few steps toward the door, "Vadim Dmitrova." When he felt it was safe to do so, Nyx sheathed one of the kukri, turned, and reached the now empty hand for the door-latch.
"Shyndyn," Vadim's voice called as the door swung open,
Nyx didn't look back but did pause for an instant and acknowledged the man; "Captain?"
"Should you ever challenge me again as you just have," Dmitrova intoned over the sound of his wine being poured, "regardless of circumstance, I will have your ears on a chain and your head on a plate."
"Of course," Nyx smiled, hiding the expression by drawing his cowl over his head before he stepped into the corridor, "Quel marth,"
The witch had had plenty of time to find her way to the streets of Drasnia before the tapestry covering Dmitrova's door had fallen back into place behind Nyx but, despite her lead, it wasn't difficult for him to dog her steps and, before she reached the alleyway which would guide her back towards the wharf where she made her home, catch up to the still fuming half-breed. "Mani naa lle umien," he growled when he fell into step beside the stomping half-breed, "For all of your grand designs and plans, Cayrimsa Etellenya, foolishness the like of which you have just demonstrated will cut them short by your own hand!"
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 13:19:56.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:48:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Hello All
Subject: LMAO @ Tann
Welcome, Shadowbranch! Always nice to see new faces hereabouts and, particularly nice to have a brand new Innmate post so quickly after joining up... Gives me the tingles it does!
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 12:39:16.
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Topic: What is your Favorite Character Class and Why?
Subject: Yup...
...I remember ya... Played a ranger alongside my assassin in Beneath Shadowed Skies, ol' Tempest did. 
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 04:01:33.
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Topic: Yo, new and Roleplay friendly.
Subject: Yupp...
...I said so in chat, too...
*photocopies Meri's post... tapes it up*
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 03:43:56.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: More elf that you might care to admit...
"You know that, as usual, we will discuss your price when you have finished the task," Dmitrova sneered in reply, staying Nyx's hand on the latch and drawing the elf's eyes back to him, "I'll pay you not only for it being done but, also, for how it is done. But to keep you interested,"
Yes, yes, Nyx internalized as he snatched the purse Dmitrova had lobbed at him from the air, the customary ‘advance' that insures you shall have the last word, Vadim,
"Of course," Nyx acquiesced, offering the man a faint nod in lieu of a bow as he secreted the tiny pouch away inside his coat, "By your leave, then, Captain." His impassively confident smile still firmly in place as his attentions moved away from the Hellkite King once more, the mith'ganni's gaze swept over Cay as it panned back to the door, she was staring at him, he noticed, and her lips were moving though no sound spilled past them. The yellow-eyes ticked back to the wharf witch and the heretofore sardonic smile on his thin lips took on a more amused tinge as he watched her mouth work,
, has likely killed more of your kind than you will ever of his,
Nyx's eyes narrowed a bit and one black brow spiked upwards but the smile broadened all the more, Yes, little cousin, I'm sure he has, for now,It is always easier to pluck a victim from a cage than it is to hunt one, though, is it not?
It was then that the half-elf realized what was going on; her own gaze narrowed and the already down-turned corners of her mouth tightened further, souring her expression all the more, as she made to shove passed him and take her leave. "Tira ten' rashwe," she hissed as her shoulder brushed his, "o' re rambuva vithel."
"Tintila amin gorga," the assassin chuckled in reply, his voice dripping sarcasm as he started to slip into the corridor.
"Elves," one of Dmitrova's lackeys chuckled with contempt almost as quickly as the mith'ganni's back had turned to them.
Monkey-faced breeders, Nyx smirked, not bothering to gratify the humans with so much as a look back, Have your fun while you can, a time will come for each of you,
The pitiful attempt at an insult hadn't managed to turn Nyx around but the anguished scream accompanied the sudden, acrid odor of flame and burning flesh that filled the room behind him certainly had, especially when Cay's incensed voice rose over the round-ear's wailing; "I am not an elf!" The witch had hold of the pudgy wrists of the bodyguard Nyx had come to recognize as Yuri and, judging by the wilting expression on his face and the ashen hue of his complexion, Cayrimsa had just seared the flesh of the man's forearms to the bone.
Nyx couldn't help but smile. "True enough," he snickered from where he leaned almost casually against the door frame, watching with interest as the scene unraveled, "lle holma ve' edan." He remained there when the first blades of Dmitrova's uninjured men skittered from their scabbards and debated, for a moment, whether or not he should just allow them to kill her, The job would be mine alone, then, yes? , As the remainder of the round-eared Hellkites brought their weapons to bare and closed in on Cay, though, he knew that no such luck would be born of it should he allow them to hack her to pieces, No, he sighed as he pushed himself away from the doorjamb and allowed his hands to find the hilts of the kukri strapped to his thigh and the small of his back, I suppose not. More likely, Dmitrova would then saddle me with one of these other nadorhuarim,
The Twilight Elf threw back his cloak and shook the mane of his dark hair free from the cowl as he strode into their midst. The kukri danced in his hands as he whirled about, pressing his back to Cay's to ensure that none of these paching roaches would have an easy time burying a blade there. His moon-colored eyes glinted with deadly intent and his razor-lipped smile promised that he should enjoy the dance if it came to such a thing but, rather than immediately begin the bloodletting as he was wont to do, he flicked a glance in Vadim's direction. "Should you allow any of them to harm her, Captain, then you'll also need to turn them on me, yes? Who shall bring you what it is you seek, then?
None of these, I'm certain," he promised as his glare tracked from face to face, "nor any of your other dogs, I'd wager, else you'd not have summoned we two. Call them down, Vadim, or by Prien's burning eyes, I'll gut them all."
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 20:36:55.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:42:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Who is your favorite superhero?
Subject: Maybe not the best place to start...
...but "The Dark Knight Returns" limited series has always been one of my favorite Batman romps.
"The Killing Joke" was great, too.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 15:05:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: En route, sair!
The Eol brain (if that's what ya wanna call it) has recently had a case of "I'm-goin-over-here-okay-I'm-goin-over-there-okay-let's-go-thataway-no-let's-go-this-away-hey-shiny-thing-look-a-unicorn"... 
As I was sayin'... post from Mac is on it's way.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 00:34:54.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: How delightful...
To the insipid round-ears with whom he shared the room, the scant puff of air that had just blown past the elf's lips would likely not register as the exasperated sigh that it was. Nor did a single one of them have the faintest idea that, since he'd arrived in response to Dmitrova's summons, Nyx had wiled away the time imagining just how he might kill each of them before finally severing the thread that kept the Hellkites Captain tied to his position and his life,
When I see it in the stars, Captain, the mith'ganni mused, do not think that I will hesitate to spill your blood in this very room. His moonlight gaze drifted away from Dmitrova, then, and regarded the candle by which he had been gauging the passage of time since he had arrived and then been made to wait. Although, if I have to pass much more time simply imagining it, Nyx sighed inwardly when he figured he had been forced to stand amongst these short-lives for the better part of an hour, I may not be able to wait, yes?
,A razor-edged smile spread across Nyx's lips and, as his attentions drifted from the tallow and took up their slow circuit of the room again, alabaster fingers flexed around the hilt of a punching dagger he had been keeping at the ready beneath his cloak. The soft thudding sounds of too-large boots in the corridor and the sibilant whisper made by the movement of the tapestry that covered the outer face of this room's door had alerted him that his wait was over even before the oaf of a breeder whom Dmitrova had posted as the doorman reacted to the knock.
"Password," the brute demanded, pressing an ear to the door.
"Tadpole," came the reply.
Nyx lifted a brow and one corner of his mouth followed suit as he fixed his yellow eyes on the doorway and offered a haughty half-smile to the wharf witch as she stomped into the room. Ah, Cayrimsa, he chuckled to himself, my little blunt-eared slitch of a spellslinger, I might have known, He flicked the half-breed a wink when her eyes found him and his wicked smile became all the more devilish as he absorbed the venom she glared in his direction. What, lovely? Not happy to see me?, "Tsk."
",So good of you to join us, witch," Vadim smirked from behind his desk, as Cay trudged closer.
Her spiteful gaze tore away, then, and she offered the Hellkite Captain a false smile in return and, as she did so, hissed "O're lle rambuva" through clenched teeth.
Nyx, for his part, didn't let his gaze waver from Cayrimsa in the slightest. His eyes being on her irritated the sorceress, he knew, and, if he had to endure the company of Vadim and his lackeys for however much longer this bit of business might last, he intended to get some enjoyment from it. He did allow a bemused chuckle to escape when Cay silently promised that Dmitrova would scream someday, though, "Miir," he snickered, folding his arms across his chest and resisting the urge to applaud - it's not as if she'd issued the threat in Common, after all, absolutely priceless, little cousin,
"As I had been telling Nyx, here," Vadim continued, oblivious to the meaning of the elven words that had just been spoken or, perhaps, to the fact that they had been spoken at all, "you two did so well with the last task, I thought perhaps you would enjoy working together again."
"I prefer to work alone," Cay replied coldly.
The Hellkite Lord nodded, settling back into his chair and folding his hands across his fattening belly. "So would he. But I'm afraid I don't fully trust either one of you, yet, and from what I gather," Dmitrova's voice took on an amused tone, "you don't trust each other, either. I rather like the idea of keeping you two together and making one watch the other."
Which of us does that punish the most, Nyx wondered, still leering silently at the fuming half-breed,
"Good," Dmitrova continued, "Now, then, I have this job for you. It is rather delicate,"
Nyx felt the man's eyes on him as he prattled on with the next bit.
",The thing is we don't want any blood spilt,"
The assassin's moon-hued eyes rolled in their sockets and, his lids closed briefly as if hearing that had confirmed he had wasted his time in even answering Dmitrova's call. Nyx snorted in derision, his gaze finally shifting from Cay to Vadim and arms unfolding beneath the shadow-tinted cloak.
", at least not yet," Dmitrova added, then. "Right now I just need information. The target is Kharinya Bolstoii. What I want is simply for you two to observe her. Find out who she talks to, where she shops, when she eats, how she combs her hair. If there is anything to be known about her I want to know it. Until I get what I want, no one is to be killed, or maimed," his eyes move back to Cay at that, "is that clear?"
Cay offered a fractional nod in response to the breeder King of the Hellkites. Nyx, on the other hand, simply shrugged and sighed again as he moved for the door. "As you wish, my Captain," he sneered, offering an almost disinterested glance back before reaching for the latch, "but know that I'll not settle for a mere watcher's pay, my price remains the same,"
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 20:43:18.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:35:54 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Loaded Dice #31: Funny is in the Eye of the Beholder
Subject: The expressions fit, IMO...
...both the characters and their reactions to the situations they're in.
If someone gave it a down vote for that, I'm guessing that they've never sat down at a tabletop game and watched the expressions of the players as the game unravelled... That, or they were always LG characters trying to get to the Peppermint Palace in Candy Land and the worst thing that ever happened to them was getting stuck in the Molasses Swamp for a turn. 
Seriously... how often is the player reaction to an old monastary filled with frozen undead ?
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 19:43:06.
Edited on 2009-11-12 at 20:10:30 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Hello?
Pirate!
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 14:43:52.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Arrrrr!
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 02:16:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: I guess so!!!
Do they still have Pepto and Ex-Lax in 2368? 
More importantly, what are the regulations on keeping a can of Lysol underneath the TAC Rim?
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 01:43:19.
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Topic: My Creations
Subject: Can't take credit for Silent's creativity...
...but I did love the poem!
As I said, in our PM convo, it's nice to get a glimpse at your lighter side. Bravo!
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 22:28:14.
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Topic: Who is your favorite superhero?
Subject: What?!?!
No votes for Hoawrd the Duck or his arch-nemisis Doctor Bong?!?!
How is that possible???
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 20:34:00.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: *Stumbles in*
*Steals the win*
*Captain pose*
*Sneaks out*
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 20:21:25.
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: Dictionary
There's actually a very nice Elven Dictionary in our Vault, Meri-luv!
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 16:39:52.
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Topic: wouldn't you like to know...
Subject: Boys are bad!
All of 'em!
Trust me... I was one...
Tell my daughters that all the time. *nods*
Good to have you "back in the fold" Mira.
Posted on 2009-11-10 at 20:34:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Oi!
Dinnae make me use 'arsh language, lass!
Posted on 2009-11-10 at 18:03:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: *THWAP*
Dinnae go fondlin' yer stones on me bridge, LaRue!
Hehehe...
...sorry....
...couldn't help meself!
Posted on 2009-11-10 at 14:04:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: (Junior) Officer on Deck
DM - As long as her assigned duty station is Sec1 or Sec2 protocol for Ensign LaRue coming onto the bridge would pretty much entail nothing more than manning your station (thereby relieiving the person who was on shift prior to you)... No need to ask permission, Riverdance to the Rim, or anything like that... Or, as Mac might say; "Show up, stand there, and shaddap!"
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 20:25:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Saluting...
Typically - and this is standard in all US armed forces, anyway - salutes are not rendered while under cover (read: "inside"). Proper protocol for acknowledging/showing respect for a superior officer is to stand at attention until the superior acknowledges you in return with an "as you were", "carry on", etc...
As to Starfleet and their own brand of protocol where this is concerned, I'd say it's close to what we military-types have become accustomed but is open for interpretation, I think.
Have the deck plans to you ASAP, DM.
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 19:27:15.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Would that I could...
...but the chatroom is blocked by the company web-filters... I'm lucky I'm able sneak in here, at all, honestly.
(Though you'd probably never know it seeing as my user name hangs out in the Online members list a LOT. )
Shoot t_catt11 a PM or sweet talk him into chat... I'm sure he'll be able to help sort you out.
Posted on 2009-11-09 at 17:56:51.
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