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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Mac is colorblind...
...department, rank, race, gender... none of it matters to MacTavish... 
...or does it?
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 17:55:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: It just keeps comin'...
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - TAC Office, Deck 8 – 0754
Lt Muller, perched on the edge of the desk currently occupied by Lt Llafet, chuckled almost gleefully; “So, wait… There was actually a pool going? I thought that was just scuttlebutt.”
Brooke shook her head, an amused smile of her own tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Nope,” she said, “all true. It didn’t make it up to the officer-level, of course, but all of the NCOs knew about it.”
“And they were betting on how long it’d take for Mac to stuff someone in a torpedo casing and shoot ‘em at a star or what?”
“Something like that,” Llafet nodded, her attentions returning to the intelligence reports Mac had tasked her with gathering, “First headslap, first time that vein on his forehead popped out more than a millimeter…”
“First dressing down that lasted more than twenty minutes,” added Senior Chief Zamudio from her desk across the room, “first time he snapped and made more than two people push the deck at one time…”
“Oh,” Jeff laughed, “I’d’ve loved to have been the guy to have gotten that one. Who won?”
“Th’ grease-monkeh sniffin’ th’ carpet inna corridor,” Mac answered, shoving his empty coffee cup at the aCTO as he stormed into the office, “Per’aps ye’d care tae sup’rvise.”
“No, Boss,” Muller answered, quickly launching himself off the edge of Llafet’s desk and catching the CTO’s mug as it thunked squarely into his chest, “I was just saying to Lt Llafet that I can’t believe there was an actual pool…”
“Ye got me new rotations, Mueller,” Mac interrupted as he continued on to his own desk and accessed his terminal, “er ‘ave ye been too busy rubbin’ yer arse on Llafet’s desk?”
“Coffee,” Mueller told the replicator, having already returned Mac’s empty to the alcove, “Blue Mountain. Double black.
On your terminal,” he grinned, taking the fresh cup from the alcove and striding towards Mac’s desk, “Coordinated with Cmdr Kennedy this morning and got you the maintenance schedules for the tactical systems for the next sixty days, too.”
Mac nodded his satisfaction as he took the coffee from Muller. “Llafet?”
“Intel reports coming your way, now, sir,” Lt Llafet responded as her final stroke on the LCARS display compiled her efforts and directed them to Mac’s terminal.
“Still,” Mueller grinned as he absently started to settle himself on the edge of Mac’s desk, “You’ve gotta wonder about that pool, Mac. I mean, the crew’s betting on not only when you’re gonna snap but how… you know there’s gotta be folks who have written entire programs just to figure out probabilities and all of that…”
Mac didn’t look up from his review of the intel reports but his gray eyes slid sidelong in Mueller’s direction for an instant. Llafet and Zamudio exchanged half-amused, half nervous glances across the TAC office. Mac’s gaze shifted back to the display.
“… I mean, ‘first headslap,’” Mueller continued, folding his arms and turning his gaze to the ceiling as he contemplated how he would figure the odds on that, himself, “How would you even start to figure that?”
Having reviewed and approved Mueller’s shift assignments, MacTavish sipped at his coffee and glanced at his aCTO again before accessing a message that had just come in from Cmdr Kennedy…
=/\= Mark VI torpedo’s are in. Need to schedule briefing for TAC and Engineering to go over your new ‘toys.’ – Cmdr. Kennedy=/\=
… Mac acknowledged receipt of the message as Mueller, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin, let his gaze drift from the ceiling to Chief Zamudio. “In fact, I’d like to know how they figured that out,” he admitted, “Who got that one, Michelle?
Ow!!!”
“Get yer arse off me desk an’ come wi’ me, monkey-boy,” Mac rumbled, smacking the freely-offered back of the junior looey’s head as he swept around his desk and strode for the door. “Tha’ one’s yers, Chief,” he said as he passed Zamudio’s desk, “ping Rrowl, Sode, Uher, an’ Soileau. Tell ‘em ta expect a briefin’ onna new Mk VI torpedoes by ten-hundr’d hours.”
“Aye, sir,” Zamudio replied, an almost embarrassed smile on her face as she started composing the message to the Discovery’s contingent of TAC Officers, “Thank you, sir.”
Mac tapped his combadge as he stomped through the door. “MacTavish ta Cmdr Kennedy,” he said as Mueller caught up to him, “I’d like ta ‘ave a gander a’ th’ new torpedoes ere we schedule a briefin’. I’m enroute ta forward bay one ef ye’d care ta meet me there.”
((OOC: Assuming a response or just an appearance from Callie in a bit…))
“…forty-two, forty-three…” Gann was still counting out a sweating Brewster’s push-ups in front of the turbo-lift doors as Lieutenants MacTavish and Mueller emerged from the office.
MacTavish, of course, didn’t seem to acknowledge the existence of either man, even when he stepped over Brewster to get to the lift. Mueller, on the other hand, couldn’t help but grin as his eyes danced from one NCO to the other…
“First headslap,” he grinned, pointing at the back of his own head as he followed the CTO into the lift, “Chief Zamudio’s got that one, guys…”
“…forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…”
“Deck 25,” Mac said, ordering the lift to the deck that supported the forward photon torpedo launcher, as Mueller stepped in beside him.
“…twenty-five, twenty-six…”
“Son-of-a-bi…”
Mueller snickered as the door squelched shut and the turbo-lift shot off towards Deck 25. The second headslap hit him at that same instant. “Shutting up, Boss,” he said.
=/\=Thank you, sir,=/\= Zamudio’s voice chimed over Mac’s combadge. Llafet could be heard giggling in the background.
“Dinnae mention et, Chief,” Mac replied.
“How’d she do that,” Mueller asked after a moment of stunned silence.
“Th’ lass wagered th’ fairst ‘eadslap’d come immediately after ye said somethin’ stupid, Jeffery,” MacTavish replied as the lift whispered to a stop, “an’ tha’ th’ second’d folla wi’ in five minutes as ye'd be apt ta do somethin' stupid ta spite yerself.”
Mueller look offended at first but, by the time the lift door had whisked open and they stepped into the corridor, he was nodding his head. “Huh,” he shrugged, “sound strategy. Go, Michelle.”
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 16:55:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Get to know your ship
Just "re-discovered" this link, folks, and thought I'd post in the Q&A for general reference purposes.
The Advanced Starship Design Bureau website has a nice, well laid-out, rundown of almost anything and everything you could possibly want to know about our beloved Galaxy Class Starship.
And if I'd have been paying attention I'd have noticed that Olan already posted this link on page 1 of this Q&A...  ...
Pay no attention to that man behind the blustering Scot. 
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 16:48:47.
Edited on 2009-10-27 at 17:09:30 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Is it just me or does the comings and goings section have a stupdendous number of threads?
Subject: LOL
Nope... if you're feeling meditational you chant "Ooowwwwwwmmmm".
If ya wanna go barking-mad you chant; "Eeeeeeoooooolllll" and ya gotta do that last bit with a 'la-la-la' not just a drawn out 'l'.
I may prop my feet up in your chair whilst you're gone, Sib, but I'll certainly be hereabouts when ya get back. 
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 15:20:52.
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Topic: Are you a fan of Loaded Dice? Check out these things you can do to help!
Subject: w00t!
I'm a fan! Are you?
This, combined with the 2009 RDI Stats, just goes to show what our community is capable of, Innmates...
Go ye forth and multiply! 
It's crazy to think how much this place has grown in terms of 'membership" and 'features' just since last year. When I try to flashback to the first time I visited the Inn and think about the expansion that has occurred since then... 
Kudos, Olan, for providing such a well loved 'home' for us out here on the World Weird Web!
Kudos, Staff, for supporting the webmaster and the community!
And, of course, kudos to all you Innmates for bringing this place to life!
I'm gonna go cry happily and eat ice cream, now!
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 14:28:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: There was a pool?
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery - Deck 8 – 0750
“I’m telling you, Gann,” the coverall-clad petty officer insisted, glancing over his shoulder at his red-uniformed friend, “I was there. I saw the whole thing happen. Five of ‘em cranking out pushups right there on the deck in Forward Phaser Support and ol’ Mac stomping around and growling at ‘em like a targ with bad case of hemorrhoids the whole time!”
“Yeah,” Gann smirked, leaning against the bulkhead as the engineer returned his attention to whatever it was he was working on behind that access panel, “I’m surprised it didn’t take him longer to snap, to be honest. I didn’t figure it’d take him more than two weeks after Bones left the ship. I don’t think anyone was optimistic enough to even bet on him making it three months.”
The engineer grinned again, looking up from the portal actuation relay he had just replaced. “That’s because most people don’t bother to do their research before placing fool’s wagers,” he said. “Hell, most people wouldn’t even know where to start, I guess. Lucky for me, I happened to stumble upon our TAC Chief’s psych record when I was working a computer interface glitch in the Counselor’s office…”
“You what?” Gann suddenly looked uncomfortable; “Please, Doug, tell me you didn’t read it…”
“Well yeah I read it,” Doug chuckled as he closed the access panel and cued the turbolift doors to ensure replacing the relay had corrected the issue, “You don’t think I just guessed at my slot in the pool, did you? That prize is all mine, Gann, thanks to a little light reading. Turns out Counselor Arevaci made some pretty good headway with MacTavish before he got reassigned – anger management techniques, delving into the crotchety bastard’s ‘inner demons,’ and all that – between all that and the calming down he did after finally marrying Hemlos…” The engineer shrugged and his I’m-so-pleased-with-myself smile got even bigger as he rose to his feet; “Let’s just say that if Mac was to ever try any of that get on yer face an’ push crap with me, I’d…”
Doug noticed, just then, that Gann was no longer leaning casually against the bulkhead and that the other man’s face had gone all ashen and wide-eyed. He was about to ask Gann what was wrong when…
“Ye’d what, haggis?”
Doug’s spine stiffened when Lt MacTavish’s voice sounded directly behind him and the engineer could literally feel the color drain from his own face. Oh Lord! How long has he been there? What did he hear me say? Oh… Lord!
“Sir,” PO3 Doug Brewster gulped as he performed and uneasy about face and came eye to glaring eye with the CTO, “I was just telling Petty Officer Gann that I’d… I’d… uh…”
Mac’s narrowed eyes bored into Brewster’s over the rim of the coffee cup that the CTO had just tipped to his lips.
“…I’d… that I’d…”
One corner of Lt MacTavish’s mouth twitched. “Th’ answer yer lookin’ for,” he growled, “is tha’ ye’d bloody-well get on yer face an’ push, Brewster!”
“Yessir,” Brewster nodded, “Yessir, that’s exac…”
“Now!”
“Aye, sir,” Brewster said, dropping to the deck without further hesitation.
MacTavish’s eyes followed the man for a second, ensuring that the pushups were being executed to his standards, and then lifted to regard the rigid form of Petty Officer Gann. “Should ye nae be inna shootlebay er flight control er sommat, Gann?”
“No sir,” Gann answered, knowing better than to hesitate or even stammer over the response, “My shift ended at oh-six-hundred, sir.”
Jack offered a near-imperceptible nod, tipped the coffee mug to his lips once more, then, as his gaze ticked back to the engineer at his feet; “A’right, lad,” he rumbled, “then ye c’n count oot th’ fifty push-ups fer this haggis an’ then get yer arse of me fargin deck, aye?”
“Aye aye, sir,” Gann responded, instantly moving to stand beside Brewster as Lt MacTavish turned and stomped towards the TAC Office. “Uh… seven, eight,” the flight control PO began, guessing at how many pushups his friend had already done.
“We start countin’ at one, Gann,” the CTO barked before disappearing through the doorway.
“Yessir,” Gann returned.
Brewster’s eyes widened in disbelief and irritation. “Son of a bi…”
“One!” Gann said, hopefully drowning out Brewster’s curse…
((OOC: More to come... figured I'd throw this bit up ahead of finishing the rest just to get Mac going. All due replies will be covered in the next post. ))
Posted on 2009-10-27 at 13:38:25.
Edited on 2009-10-27 at 17:50:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Ef me bloody coffee begins ta taste like cocoa...
...by Charlie's knickers, I'll be 'repairin' the fargin' replicat'rs meself!
Great posts, all...
Mac's first is en route.
Posted on 2009-10-23 at 14:19:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Huh?
I think turbolifts were voice activated long before that, actually... I'll have to look that up.
Posted on 2009-10-23 at 12:48:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Oi!
C'n I test fire th' phasers, Cap'n?
C'n I?
Please, sair? 
Sorry... I'm just excited... there's a POOOOOOST!!!!
Posted on 2009-10-22 at 22:17:11.
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Topic: GiGi's Triumphant Return Celebrated Across All 'Verses
Subject: Mind?!?!
We've been waiting for you to come back!
Good to see ya, Glory!
Welcome back!
Posted on 2009-10-22 at 11:13:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Commbadges and PADDs
Most communications are handled via the Combadges that are worn by all Starfleet personnel... I'm sure there's also the equivalent of a shipwide public address system that allows for "shipwide announcements," etc... anyway, typically, one will simply tap their combadge and...
"Kennedy to MacTavish; is TAC reading any anomolies in phaser cycling rate on the primary dorsal array?"
=/\=Negative, Commander. Th' array seems ta be cyclin' wi' no problems.=/\=
As to reports and such that may not be delivered verbally; those would likely be received on a PADD (Personal Access Display Device)... essentially a handheld computer that's tapped into the ship's computer, etc. Also, reports can be sent from any terminal on board to any other terminal throughout the ship, so, even in the absence of a PADD, Callie could get reports on the Level 1 dignostics she's asked her techs to run by simply calling the info up on any terminal she might happen to pass by.
Links to the Memory Alpha articles on these devices have been included in the above.
Also: randel - see the entry on Starfleet Uniforms for our particular era of play (2366-2370s) here.
Posted on 2009-10-21 at 14:16:15.
Edited on 2009-10-21 at 14:24:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Not sure...
...that the "standard" Starfleet Uniform has pockets at all, to be honest. Can't recall ever seeing anyone pull anything from a uniform pocket in any of the TV series or movies, anyway.
That said, I know that some engineering types have been seen to be wearing coveralls which have cargo pockets, loops in which to secure tools, etc, so it's not too much of a stretch to imagine that Silvia would have some sort of pockety-type thing in which she could carry her toys around... Fanny pack, perhaps?
GM has final say, of course... Just offering up my two bits.
Posted on 2009-10-21 at 12:57:40.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Welcome aboard, randel...
...was breezing through the roster, yesterday, and commented to Olan that the clone concept was pretty cool. Looking forward to seeing how Lt Landor works out aboard Our Lady Discovery.
Also, welcomes all around to Ion, Night Monkey, and all the rest.
Posted on 2009-10-21 at 12:52:20.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Just pick a department...
...come up with a concept, and shoot it to Olan via PM, Loki.
Once he approves your concept and you get to the point where you wanna put more "meat on the bones" of your concept character, he (or one of us other Trek-geeks) can help in fleshing out the details.
There's room for characters in all departments, by the way... By way of giving your concept a starting push, the departments are:
Command/Conn - Command includes the commanding officer, XO, and their administrative-assistant types (Captain's Yeoman, for example)... CONN is the pilot's contingent, including Helmsmen, Flight Control Officers, Shuttle Pilots, etc. Command and Conn personnel wear the Red uniforms.
Sciences and Medical - pretty much self explanatory. You're a scientist, medic, lab tech, ships councellor, etc. Science is a fairly large dept aboard the Discovery, of course. All kinds of "sub-fields" you can explore with characters here... xeno-botanist, biologist, etc... Science personnel (including medical and councellors) get the groovy blue uniforms (and are often referred to as "egg-haids" by Mac... even though he married one)
Operations - these gold-suiters are the folks what handle day to day operations on board the ship. If it needs to be planned, made room for, coordinated, issued, etc, Ops are the folks to see.
Tactical/Security - May favorite departments (an' don' ye be bandyin' aboot doon here tryin' ta blow smoke up me kilt, either, haggis... if ye wairk fer me, ye bloody well wairk, aye?!). Again, self explanatory... Security officers, tactical personnel (the folks that fire the phasers), etc... Also wear the golds.
Engineering - To be super blunt: you fix stuff and make sure the ship goes... wide variety of specialties available here, as well. Another buncha gold-suiters.
Wha'd I miss? Anything? ((aside from the fact that Loki deleted his post to which this was to be a response. ))
Posted on 2009-10-20 at 16:42:40.
Edited on 2009-10-20 at 16:45:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: There, dang it!
Finally!
I won't bore with all the details behind the delay... I've already done that to Meri.
Anyhoo... post is up at last... assuming Smoke comes runnin' back, Alex will follow Penelope's advice and adjourn inside... but no so far as to be out of earshot of the conversation.
Posted on 2009-10-20 at 16:25:19.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: You ask Alice... I'm gonna go inside and hurl!
Whatever you do, don't frighten her, Smoke warned as the bast moved closer to the little blonde girl and allowed the child's hand to stroke her fur, This has to do with Rosie, and the clocks. I can't fully explain it. Don't get Rosie. I don't want to frighten this girl, Alice I'm pretty sure, by talking to her. Maybe you can though, see if you can find out why she is here,
Alex's expression shifted towards bewilderment, What? Rosie? Clocks? This little kid? , He couldn't quite get his head around what was going on, here. How would Smoke suddenly know what was going on with Rosie and her clock-phobia all of the sudden and, even more puzzling, how in the hell did she figure that some little kid played any part in the whole thing?
Smoke's tone hadn't left any room for the doubt that Alex felt, though, and even though he knew that the bast must have been up to something that he'd want her to explain later on, now wasn't the time to call her on it. Instead, he simply nodded - or thought he nodded - pushed his confusion and questions aside for the time being and started to move towards the kid who was now cooing over his cat. He hadn't managed to take the first step, though, before he felt Penelope take hold of his arm and pull herself close to him.
"That is no little girl," her voice whispered in his ear, "She is immortal. Take Smoke inside and let me deal with this."
Alex spiked a brow and looked, almost disbelievingly at Penelope, What're you talkin' about, lady?! he was all set to retort, That's just some little kid with, His attention had swung back to Smoke and ‘Alice', then, as Penelope's warning had somehow prompted him to reexamine the situation and his stomach practically lurched when he felt the wave of Taint emanating from the cute little toe-headed kid,
"Do not argue with me," cautioned the Iberian beauty sternly as she released his arm and, herself, advanced on the tiny, tainted immortal.
"Yeah," Alex mumbled, suddenly feeling as if he could take a knee and puke right there on the sidewalk, "No problem."
He did take a knee, then, but it was only partially because the Taint exuding from little Alice was turning his stomach, "Smoke! Where do ya think you're goin'," he called to the bast, falling into the ruse that he'd just chased his escaping pet out onto the street, "C'mon, sweety! Get back here!"
He risked a look at Alice then, too, and tried to smile when he said; "Thanks for stoppin' her, kid."
Posted on 2009-10-20 at 16:23:09.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:43:02 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Stuff
DM - Character concepts should be PM'd to Olan, preferably. That way he can review and discuss "in private" the concept as submitted and/or any recommended changes.
Dragonblood - Rowdy, huh? Am I picking up a Rawhide reference in that character name, by chance? 
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 18:02:58.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Good source of Trek Reference
FYI Memory Alpha is a great stor of handy Trek info and references.
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 17:47:35.
Edited on 2009-10-19 at 17:50:18 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: TAC Roster
I'll be reviving Lt MacTavish as CTO (and second officer) and likely be NPCing a certain Lt (Junior Grade) Jeffrey Mueller as aCTO (unless someone wants to submit a character of their own for the aCTO slot, that is)... cuz what's a Mac wi'oot a monkey boy, right?
Beyond that, my plans for NPCs are limited to the occassional subspace transmission from Mac's "new wife" Chantelle and whatever bit parts and TAC NPCs that may arise... If I need to do the whole durn TAC roster again, though, I will.
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 15:07:42.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Security...
...would be me wee behbeh, lass. Er... fallin' unner me scrutineh, anywey!
Edit: Oops! Should have mentioned that "historically" TAC and Security have been the same department... one portion of the overall group being assigned to security and the other, smaller portion taking the role of the "gold suits that push the fire button on the bridge"... In past Discovery games Mac has taken the helm of TAC "specifically" and been given "oversight" of Security as a "unit" of the TAC department... I'm sure there'll be a Chief of Security...
Posted on 2009-10-17 at 22:45:53.
Edited on 2009-10-17 at 22:50:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Yep...
about six years prior...
Posted on 2009-10-17 at 01:03:03.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Also...
Just as a little pre-emptive help me out for those new to the Trek games here at the Inn, I figured I'd post MacTavish's original Bio here for reference. More or less the "standard format" hereabouts, I think. Mac's is a bit lengthy, of course... anyway... for what it's worth:
Lieutenant Jonathon (Jack) R. MacTavish
Player: Eol Fefalas
Current Assignment: Chief Tactical Officer , Third Officer, USS Discovery
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 2334-05-20
Birthplace: New Edinburgh, Caldos IV
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Physical Description: While there is something imposing (and vaguely threatening) about Jack MacTavish it is difficult to pin-point exactly what it might be. Standing just at six feet tall – give or take an eighth of an inch – and weighing in at a lean 168 pounds, the USS Discovery’s Tactical Officer is far from the largest crew member on board and, if he went toe-to-toe with a Klingon of roughly the same age and experience, some might mistakenly be lead to believe that the wiry human would be hard pressed to hold his own against the “son of Kah’less.” Those who would appraise more than physical stature and appearance, though, would invariably find themselves wondering what it was about the Caldos IV native that made them worry more about how the Klingon might fare… Perhaps the way the Tac Officer carries himself with air of confidence (as if he were twice his actual size) and an authoritative bearing (as if he were Admiral of the Fleet as opposed to a recently pipped Lieutenant) has something to do with it. Or, maybe, it’s the impassive, hawk-like glint in his eyes and the close-cropped severity of his dark hair (already showing a peppering of gray at the temples) that likens him – at least in the minds of many Starfleet personnel – to “that one, relentless, taskmaster, son-of-a-bitch” drill instructor that no rank-and-filer will ever forget even if they live to be 300!
Family and Background: Eldest son of Robert and Bronwyn MacTavish (both employed with the Planetary Engineering Department at the University of New Edinburgh (?) – Robert as a professor/researcher in the Nanotechnology branch and Bronwyn serving as a professor of Ecology). Younger brother, Ian (disappeared from Caldos IV on 2356.07.08 )suspected of being affiliated with the terrorist organization known as the Maquis; current location unknown.
Education: University of Edinburgh, Caldos IV (2351-2354): majored in History (excelled at Military History)
Starfleet Academy (2354-2358 ): History/Tactics major; minored in Security Forces Logistics and Starship Gunnery. Excelled academically but records indicate several incidents where Cadet MacTavish was reprimanded for “insubordination,” “failure to carry out orders as directed by his superior officer,” “Striking a fellow Cadet,” and other, similar infractions.
Service Record: 2354: Accepted to Starfleet Academy
2358.05.15: Graduated Starfleet Academy, commissioned Ensign.
2358.05.29: Assigned to USS Vigilance, Security Forces
2359.04.19: Promoted to Lieutenant (jg)
2361.03.05: Transferred to Starbase 375, Security Forces
2362.01.21: Demoted to Ensign (Disobeying a direct order, assaulting a superior officer, improper treatment of detainee).
2362.03.21: Assigned to Tactical Station, Starbase 375
2363.01.12: Promoted to Lieutenant (jg)
2363.09.13: Instrumental in repelling Cardassian assault on Starbase 375
2364.01.15: Assigned to USS Warden, Security Forces/Junior Tactical Officer
2364.11.04: Assumes Chief Tac Officer duties aboard USS Warden after Lt. Oliver Tahn is killed in the line of duty.
2365.02.04: Promoted to Lieutenant
2366.03.12: Assigned to USS Discovery, Tactical Officer
Medical History: 2354 – Starfleet Academy Entrance Physical: Scans show Cadet has been treated for several fractures, a number of lacerations, and numerous other bodily injuries throughout the course of childhood and adolescence. Compression fractures to hands and microfractures to facial portions of the skull would suggest injuries were largely the result of physical confrontation (fighting).
2363.09.14: Treated for injuries from energy weapon discharge, multiple abrasions and contusions, removed shrapnel resultant of computer panel explosion from right cheek.
Commendations and Reprimands: 2355.11.10: Reprimand: Starfleet Academy - “Striking a fellow Cadet,” “Conduct unbecoming a Starfleet Cadet”. Confined to quarters (7 days), Transporter privileges suspended (30 days)
2357.10.13: Reprimand: Starfleet Academy – “Insubordination,” “Failure to carry out orders as directed by superior.” Confined to quarters (14 days), (Record indicates that Cadet MacTavish was originally supposed to repeat the Tactics program; however, in “disregarding the orders as issued” Cadet MacTavish provided a more efficient and effective resolution to the simulation scenario. Requirement to repeat the program was suspended.)
2360.06.20: Commendation: Meritorious Service Award
2362.01.21: Reprimand: “Improper treatment of a detainee, Disobeying a direct order, Striking a Superior Officer” – Demotion to Ensign, 60 days confinement, Reassignment from SF to Ops.
2363.09.15: Commendation: Medal of Valor – for conspicuous gallantry and actions beyond the call of duty during the Cardassian assault on SB375
Special Skills or Ratings: Expert Qualification – Close Quarters/ Hand-to-Hand Combat (Jeet Kun Do Stylist)
Expert Qualification – Starfleet Small Arms (Type 1 and Type 2 Phasers, Phaser Rifles)
Marksman Qualification – Starfleet Heavy Arms (Phaser Cannon)
Certification – Zero G Combat Operations
Pilot Rating – Class C
Skilled Stratagem Player
Personal Bio: Despite the scientific and academic leanings of their parents, Jack MacTavish and his brother Ian were ‘typical Scottish lads’ in the early years of their childhoods on Caldos IV – boisterous, mischievous, rough-and-tumble boys, all but inseparable, who were always up for fun and/or trouble where ever and when ever it could be found but overall ‘good lads who loved and respected their Ma and Da” and were fiercely proud of and loyal to their family. Both of the MacTavish boys showed an early and rather interesting penchant for strategy and tactics and often easily bested other children they played with in games such as Capture the Flag, King of the Mountain, etc. As they grew into adolescence, they also became somewhat notorious for being two off the toughest scrappers in New Edinburgh – never turning from (and, more often than not, winning)a fight even if it appeared the odds weren’t in their favor. This strategic and tactical awareness, though, wasn’t only limited to the physicality of game-playing and fisticuffs – especially in Jack’s case. While Ian was perfectly happy to be in the thick of things, enjoying the rushes of adrenaline and the frantic energy of combat and competition, Jack also found himself intrigued by the more cerebral aspects of conflict and confrontation. On days when Caldos IV’s weather put a damper on any goings on outdoors, Jack would entertain himself by reviewing historical data archives, reading accounts and reviews of battles of all ages, and recreating them in computer simulations (often taking on the role of the historical loser of the conflict in question and “rewriting history” by figuring out how the tables could have been turned on the documented victor).
The pursuits and interests of his childhood led Jack to enroll in the University of New Edinburgh where his major course of study was History (with a focus on military history, strategies, and tactical operations). He also studied boxing, fencing, and other forms of personal combat while attending the University and held the title of Caldos IV Intercollegiate Stratagem Champion for the last two years of attendance at UNE. It was during Jack’s years at the University that he and Ian began drifting apart. While Jack found his interests and abilities focused and directed by his education, his younger brother had seemed to allow his to be directed by the ideals and precepts of political extremists whom he had befriended in Jack’s absence. This philosophical parting of ways continued and intensified when Jack applied for admission to Starfleet Academy.
During the first two years at the Academy Jack flourished (aside from a few minor incidents where his temperament and respect for authority were called into question) but, in his absence, Ian further aligned himself with “political extremist and special interest groups of questionable intent.” Cadet MacTavish, of course, was questioned extensively by Federation and Starfleet officials in regards to his brother’s affiliations and investigated at length to determine if he, too, demonstrated any such similar leanings. When the investigations concluded – and it was determined that Jack did not, in fact, have any leanings toward or associations with any of these organizations aside from his brother – Jack contacted Ian and “read him the riot act” over the trouble Ian was causing (and likely getting into), promising to “discuss it further” with him when Jack returned home on furlough. Ian, of course, was indignant about the whole thing and railed against the Federation and Starfleet in return, and swore to be more than prepared for that ‘discussion.’ However; on 2356.07.08, when Jack MacTavish returned to Caldos IV on that furlough, his brother Ian also seemingly disappeared from the planet, severing all ties with family and friends. (It is presumed that he left in the company of several other persons of interest monitored by Starfleet Intelligence and, after departing Caldos IV, wound up working as an agent for any number of radical organizations. Ian MacTavish has been spotted several times since, but intelligence cannot confirm that he has settled in any particular location, neither can it determine for certain if he still maintains affiliation with any particular group(s) from his youth. The most recent sighting of Ian MacTavish, however, places him in the company of two known Maquis operatives.) Jack and Ian still haven’t had that “discussion;” a fact that seems to weigh heavily on the elder MacTavish’s mind at times. This familial rift may account for Cadet MacTavish’s handling of his final Tactics examination in which, during a simulation of an historical starship battle, Jack blatantly disregarded the orders of his “Captain,” arguing tactical wisdom with the other Cadet while simultaneously employing his own (repeatedly recommended) tactics to resolve the re-created conflict. While MacTavish’s tactical decisions proved more effective and efficient than did the ‘Captain’s’ – in fact, setting a record time for resolution of this particular scenario – Jack was still reprimanded for his insubordination and appropriately punished (the mandatory failure of the Tactics course, however, was waived due to the Cadet’s outstanding performance, otherwise).
In 2358, Jack MacTavish graduated from the Academy and was assigned to the Security Forces detail aboard the USS Vigilance – a military vessel alternately assigned to patrol the border of the Neutral Zone between Romulan and Federation space and the contentious region of space along the Federation/Cardassian border. His outstanding performance aboard the Vigilance – helping to organize and deploy the Security teams more effectively – earned him a fairly quick promotion to Lieutenant (junior grade) and gained him some notice among the Starfleet Security/Tactical Operations Community. Shortly thereafter Jack was re-assigned to the security forces contingent aboard Starbase 375 (at the installation commander’s request) as aSEC.
His career aboard SB375, at first, seemed as promising as his career aboard the Vigilance had been. Upon arrival, Jack immediately set about re-organizing and restructuring the Security details, quickly bringing them up to the performance and efficiency levels of his squads aboard the Vigilance, and even though his ‘gruff, hard-nosed, should-have-been-a-marine’ reputation preceded him, he gained the respect of his superiors and subordinates alike – though, among the subordinates, that respect was paid somewhat begrudgingly. There were some, too, among the Senior Officers aboard SB375 who cringed or curdled at MacTavish’s attitude – he was known to speak his mind in a brutally blunt manner at times and never let rank or protocol prevent him from doing so if he felt it was called for; “Beggin’ yer pardon, Sir, but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” was not an uncommon thing to be heard from Lt (jg) MacTavish in staff meetings (or in the corridors for that matter) – but, for all intents and purposes, they considered him to be an outstanding officer.
In 2362, a team of Cardassian saboteurs were discovered and captured aboard SB 375. The Cardassians – who were far from cooperative – were taken to detention for questioning. MacTavish was ordered to postpone questioning until the CSO and the installation Commander could arrive as it was suspected that one of the infiltrators was the son of a Cardassian Gul of some repute – protocol dictates that one of such standing may not be questioned by one of lesser standing. Despite those orders, MacTavish began a cursory debriefing of the suspects during which time, several verbal and mild physical exchanges took place between MacTavish and the Cardassians. In the end, the Cardassians’ lit the fuse to Jack’s temper and he was goaded into throwing the son of the Cardassian Gul a good, sound beating. When the Commander and the CSO arrived, Jack was in the midst of pummeling the Cardassian – who had suddenly stopped fighting back – and, when the Commander tried to intervene, he found himself in the path of Jack’s right cross and a flurry of expletives. The incident, much to the delight of the Cardassians, saw MacTavish arrested, sent to the brig, and demoted to Ensign. MacTavish was also required to submit to s psychological evaluation and counseling sessions for anger management. The result of this was to find Jack reassigned, upon his release, from security forces to Ops (thankfully, they at least assigned him to the Tac station) the idea being that he might be less volatile if kept distanced from the hustle and bustle of Security. Again, MacTavish excelled in his position at Tactical Ops and very little that occurred on or around SB 375 escaped his attention. Had it not been for his attention to detail and quick, adaptive thinking at the Tac Station, SB375 might very well have fallen to the Cardassians when they staged an assault on the installation in late 2363. While SB 375 did sustain damage and suffer a handful of casualties in the assault, MacTavish was able to quickly and efficiently direct the defenses and counter assault, despite being wounded himself. He was awarded the Medal of Valor for his actions that day.
A few months later, MacTavish was transferred to another military vessel, the USS Warden, at the request of the Warden’s Chief Tactical Officer (who turned out to be none other than Jack’s dorm-mate at the Academy, Oliver Than). The details of the USS Warden’s mission are still classified and under review; thus they are only available to persons with proper clearance and need to know. It is known that Lt Oliver Tahn was killed in the line of duty aboard the Warden and, upon his demise, MacTavish assumed the post of CTO and was promoted to Lieutenant shortly thereafter. Upon completion of the USS Warden’s tour, the crew was disbanded and reassigned while the vessel entered drydock for repair and refitting. Jack was somewhat disappointed to find himself transferred to a Science and Exploration vessel christened the USS Discovery, but manning the TAC station aboard a Galaxy Class Starship does hold a certain appeal.
Posted on 2009-10-17 at 00:16:54.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Grinny-grin-grin!
Well, it's about time! Welcome aboard, Ion and bless you bless you bless you for posting! My efforts in the past weeks now feel sorta justified.
That's a nice graphic in the opener for the game, too, boss.
Oh... and for the record... I personally  Meri's whatevers.
Posted on 2009-10-17 at 00:06:40.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Which means...
...that Chantelle Hemlos...er...MacTavish has, at this point in Discovery history, either been posted to another ship or is at the University of New Edinburgh on Caldos IV.
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 16:59:13.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Congrats indeed.
Now that you're all official and stuff that means we can tax you.
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 16:50:18.
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