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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: Guh-roovy!
Welcome back!
I'll hang back on posting anything for Nyx until Sylla and/or Mallys are posted for. Wouldn't be right for a body-slave to take the lead from his Mistress amongst all these round-ears, eh? 
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 22:22:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Oops...
...Sorry Brianna... I missed your question about Stan and how long he can go without changing.
I used to know the answer to this without looking it up buuuuut, at the moment, I'm at a loss. Let's say, however, that it has been quite a long time for Stan to be holding this form and as the Charon approaches, he'll be very close to 'running out of time'... Stan might appear to be "sweating profusely and otherwise showing signs of illness and/or fatigue"... He's not going to start "losing his shape" or melt into a pool of golden goo in the pod but it'll probably start to become apparent that something is ailing the engineering dweeb.
Update: Per Memory Alpha, a Changeling needs to revert to it's liquid form every 16 hours in order to rejuvinate... Sooo, that noted, since coming aboard the pod Stan has exceeded that limit by 2.25 times... We'll equivocate that to a human having been deprived of good, theraputic sleep, for three straight days, okay? Stan's exhausted, probably looks like crap despite having cleaned up and defunkified himself, and is likely becoming quite irritable.
Good question, by the by... especially considering that your Marines have been stuck with Mr Stinky for more hours straight than anyone aboard the Cerberus ever was.  Brianna and her leathernecks may do well to recall all of this during debriefing, huh?
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 22:03:25.
Edited on 2008-07-13 at 22:11:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Dept mergers...
Yes, the Cerberus' science crew will be merged under the command of the Charon's Sci Dept (assuming they get cleared by Medical and Security after coming aboard). Those depts aboard the Cerberus that lost their dept heads will be simpler to manage, of course, junior officers and enilsteds simply get assigned to a new dept head aboard Charon... Depts like TAC and Engineering, however, will be a bit trickier and there may be some double-teaming and/or 'reassigning' necessary.
One thought I had, for example, was where Rrwol and Talon were concerned... Since both cats are TAC/SEC heads (not to mention cranky ones) it might be easiest or safest to leave Talon at post as CTO aboard the Charon and, as the MACOs lost their CO (Capt Jasper Caide) in the destruction of the Cerberus, Rrowl could be nudged into the role of taking on the duties of the MACO commander...etc, etc... Just an idea, of course, and the players input is always welcome....
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 11:32:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: There she be...
...just a couple of thoughts for you all, gang.
I figure that recovery of the pods will be via tractor beam and/or direct flight of the ASRVs into the Charon's shuttle bays... we'll likely be met by medical and security personnel, I would imagine... and, as noted in my last, everyone can expect medical evals and full debriefings at some point soon after boarding the Charon.
Sound reasonable? If not, let me know and we can haggle.
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 00:39:15.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia
Subject: Inspiration for Cay?
"Get on you feet, you miserable whelp," the human-looking Sylla snarled as Nyx groveled at her feet, "You think it wise to raise my hackles in wrath? Oh, if you were not a gift I'd tan your hide with my bootheels."
Instead of springing immediately to his feet, Nyx cringed and flinched away as if he had come to expect quick and severe punishment of the physical sort to go along with the Mistress’ sharp rebuke. “O.. of… course, Mistress,” he stammered, his posture jerking a bit as he tried to rise from his hands and knees but hovered at a cowering stoop as if the slave wasn’t exactly certain that his mistress had really given him permission to stand, “a.. a thousand pardons, mistress. Yes… a thousand…”
“Well, up with you, you miserable halfwit,” she continued, falling easily into the deception he had so quickly cobbled together, “Take me to him now. This place stinks of fishwhores and salted sickness. And I could use that drink."
“Yes, Mistress.” While the expression may have appeared to have been borne of a slave’s small victory in avoiding a beating, the mith’ganni’s smile was genuine as he jerked to an almost erect stance. He was pleased that the DeMorias seemed so adept at games of this sort and found himself almost aroused by the prospects of making the kill with such delectably skilled huntresses. “It’s just this way, Mistress,” Nyx sniveled, scrabbling forward a few paces, his eyes darting in a nervous fashion between the inn up the street and his alleged owner, even as he continued to gibber away, “come…come… Ellisian ale and gift giving, mistress...drinks and dances…”
As he tottered closer to the Grinning Goblin, Nyx spotted Cayrimsa lurking in the shadows of an alleyway that ran next to the place. He probably shouldn’t have but, for some reason, he couldn’t resist the temptation… With a wicked smile on his lips, he skittered away from Sylla and towards the alley’s mouth. When the crop-eared witch’s eyes met his own, Nyx skidded to a halt, feigned a look of shock, and let out a surprised yelp… He cowered away from her, at first, as if he might have expected to be hit or kicked at, but the timorous whimpering noises he emitted quickly transformed into sounds much like maddened giggling and the mith’ganni uncoiled from his cowering and slithered closer to Cayrimsa, loudly sniffing the ground and the air around her as he came.
“What is it, Mistress,” Nyx tittered, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he capered about the Wharf Witch, I’m not sure even it knows, yes? He let loose that insane laugh again, tumbling away from Cay and back towards Sylla, where he rolled to his feet and grinned. “Can we keeps her, Mistress?”
He rolled back towards Cay and even dared to reach dirt streaked, white skinned fingers out to pluck at the tattering hem of her dress. “Maybe it likes drinks, too, yes? Maybe it would make a good gift, too? Like me?”
Nyx skittered away from Cay before she could take a swing at him. “Yes, yes,” he giggled, “A good gift if we washes it, Mistress…”
“Heel, you miserable cur,” Sylla demanded, keeping her mindset in the game, “I told you to take me to him, not to chase alley trash!”
“But if we washes her…”
Sylla kicked him then… all part of the game… and, as a good slave would have, he yelped and skittered ahead again, making for the front doors of the Grinning Goblin, but not before he stuck his tongue out at Cay… then winked…
((OOC: Okay… there’s a bit to get Cay flustered… more later. ))
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 00:28:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Aaaand ACTION
Stardate 2374.09.06 - 1225 hours
ASRV-83964:E-001, deployed from USS Cerberus
“Attention USS Charon,” Jack began, “This es Captain Jack MacTavish, USS Cerberus. A warp core breach an’ failure of critical emergency systems ‘as resulted en th’ destruction o’ Starfleet vessel NCC-83964 an’ th’ loss o’ 132 crewmen abaird. Th’ remainin’ 15 ASRVs’ve been clustered as per battlefield recov’ry protocols an’ await yer int’rvention a’ coordinates bein’ transmitted tae ye…” He nodded to Duncan who wordlessly sent the coordinates to the approaching Saber-class frigate… “We’ve eighty-one Starfleet personnel an’ six repr’sentatives o’ th’ Romulan Star Empire fer recovery, along wi’ the remainin’ cloak an’ wha’e’er data me crew’s managed ta salvage from the library dumps prior tae the destruction o’ the vessel an’ a bit more tha’s been gathered en the past 24 hours per our own limited investigations.
Cerberus standin’ by fer further direction an’ recovery op’rations.”
(( reply from Charon assumed))
“Acknowledged,Charon,” Jack replied, “MacTavish oot.”
He nodded to Cameron who opened the general address channel that had, so far, kept the Cerberus’ tiny swarm of escape pods linked. “All hail open, sir,” the Chief confirmed.
“Crew o’ th’ Cerberus,” Jack began, “Cap’n MacTavish, ‘ere. As ye lot may’ve noticed by now, th’ USS Charon ‘as entered th’ sector an’ es en route tae pluck us from th’ ink. Giv’n th’ nature o’ our mission an’ th’ circumstances be’ind our current situation, I’d expect no less’n fer each o’ us tae ‘ave tae submit tae medical’s well’s tactical scrut’ny. Nor would I expect any less’n fer each o’ ye tae fully comply wi’ wha’ll be asked o’ ye once abaird our sister-ship, aye?
Et’s been a bloody ‘ard thairty-six hours fer us all, ladies an’ gen’lmen, an’ yer each tae be commended fer yer actions since settin’ foot upon me boat,” MacTavish paused for a moment, his gaze skimming over the five others in his own pod before continuing. There was, of course, the possibility that, with the destruction of his own ship scarcely two days out of Spacedock, that the remainder of the mission to which Cerberus had been assigned would likely be tasked to another Captain and Crew if it wasn’t scrapped all together… Mac bristled at the thought… “Th’ Charon should range us wi’in the next hour. Make yer preparations’s necessary an’ stay alairt fer any farither orders from Lt Cdrs Rrowl and Cameron en regards ta recovery an’ debriefin’ pr’cedures.
Ef ye ne’er ‘ear et from me again, Cerberus,” he rumbled, finally, “et’s been a right bonney honor tae’ve sairved wi’ ye.” MacTavish nodded to Chief Cameron, again, and, as the CEO closed the channel, Mac stalked back across the ASRV’s deck to retrieve his PADD and immerse himself back into the grim protocol of their circumstance… reports to write, logs and casualty reports to review...
"Captain,” Chief Cameron’s voice called from behind him, “I need to speak with you for a moment. It's urgent."
“Aye,” MacTavish chuffed as he scooped up the PADD, “When yer stoofed en an escape pod, Mester Cameron, mos’ thengs tend tae ge’ tha’ way. Wha’ es et?”
"First of all, sir, I would like to apologize for my behavior earlier,” the engineer said, “I know it was way out of line. But because of your kick in the ass, I was motivated to review the ship's telemetry, among other things, and I found something very disturbing."
MacTavish turned, at last, and regarded his CEO flatley. “Dinnae apologize tae me, Mester Cameron,” he replied, “ye said ye ‘ad somethin’ urgent…”
"Sir...someone sabotaged the ship. There's just no way that all the systems that failed could have failed simultaneously; there are just too many redundancies and safeguards for that to happen. So I looked a little deeper. Power fluctuations in the warp core and irregular antimatter flow in the intermix chamber occurred at exactly the same time. There's just no way for that to happen naturally. The warp core fluctuations will lead to irregular matter and antimatter flow in the intermix chamber, but for them to start at exactly the same instant, something has to initiate it. I remembered the same thing happening on the Enterprise-D when a student's science experiment went awry."
“Th’ condensed version, Cameron,” Mac barked, “I dinnae need a fargin’ refresher course on warp technology er a bloody history lesson!”
"It was nanites, sir.”
“Nanites,” MacTavish repeated, “are ye sure?”
“That's the only thing that would explain it, sir,” Cameron replied, “the only thing capable of causing those particular problems. It's not something that could be done through software or programming; the nanites would have physically manipulated the power current and the antimatter flow. Add to that the deactivation of the warp core's automatic ejection system and emergency forcefield containment system, and the deactivation of the Cerberus' main distress signal...there can be no doubt about it, captain. It was sabotage.
It's someone on the ship, sir. Nanites have a very limited operational life; they had to have been introduced after we left Spacedock. I'll need time to narrow down where they were introduced into the system; it could have been anywhere on the ship with computer access. Hopefully some Engineering people on the other pods have been doing some homework too and we can get it figured out quicker, but there's no way around it, sir. We have a traitor among us. And unless they decided to go kamikaze and die with the ship, I'd be willing to bet they're on one of the pods. Maybe this one, for all I know."
“I’m well aware tha’ et were sabotage, Cameron,” Mac fumed, “I’m pretty fargin’ sure tha’ e’en Ensign Lyvette there’s been able ta figger tha’ oot! An’ jus’ as sure, lad, et es someone on one o’ these go’dam pods… ye, Rrowl, one o’ the fargin’ Romulans… dinnae stand aboot tellin’ me thengs I a’ready know, monkey boy! Find me the bloody answers tae th’ bits we’ve yet tae figger oot, aye!” He slammed the PADD back down onto the seat.
“I wan’ irreffutible fargin’ proof tha’ et were nanites! I wan’ tae know where th’ bloody thengs came from, who bloody well manufactured ‘em! I wan’ tae know exactly who en th’ name o’ Bonney Prince Charlie brought ‘em abaird me ship! An’ fer the luv o’ heather an’ haggis, I wan’ those bloody answers e’re we s’much as ‘ave DS9 en our bloody sights! Am I makin’ meself abundantly clear?!?”
It had been a long time since Jack felt his temper beginning to get the better of him but, at this very moment, his rage was so acute that he could scarcely recall even the simplest of the management techniques that Arevaci had worked so hard to equip him with… Arevaci… Ye dinnae make et oot, either, did ye?… the blood sang in his ears and his temples pounded… his hands crushed themselves into fists as he growled at Cameron through clenched teeth; “Now get oota me fookin’ sight!”… Then, with no other outlet for his anger, Jack MacTavish spun and drove a fist into the unforgiving bulkhead of the shuttle… then another… and another...
((OOC: Oooookay… that was bound to happen… I think there’s enough there for the crew of the Charon to run with, aye? I imagine, if Mac doesn’t settle down and contact Charon TAC/SEC in regards to the findings thus far, Rrowl or Cameron will coordinate… I figger it’ll be trips to medical and FULL debriefings for all Cerberus crew once reeled in by Captain Gavison’s lads.))
Posted on 2008-07-13 at 00:26:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Ooops...
I had intended to have that last post up by now but....  ... I fell asleep watching some show about the Dark Ages on the History Channel and haven't quite finished, yet.... Soon my pretties, very soon. 
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 19:38:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: No sweat...
...I've got one more on the fire and we're off.
Stan's been posted.
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 02:43:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Stan the man
Stardate 09.06.2374
USS Cerberus ASRV-83964:E-013
Stan David Stobrieski was beginning to think he might be in a little bit of trouble and, as a result, his mission in risk of being jeopardized…
”Hold that door, crewman!” The MACO Master Sergeant’s voice, he knew, should have been the first warning. Stan’s intent had been to have this escape pod all to himself, allowing himself a full cycle, at least, to let go of this solid form and recouperate from having maintained it for so long. It wasn’t his fault that this brutish bunch of Federation footsoldiers had been training in the gymnasium nearby when the solids had finally realized their fate and sounded their warnings. He had even tried to seal the pod’s hatch before the marines could board but the big female who appeared to be the one in charge was too quick and too powerful to stop in this form.
“I said hold it," she had repeated, looming over him in what he presumed was supposed to be an intimidating posture, "Don’t touch anything again or I’ll have your guts for garters.”
Stan figured that, if this little ruse of his was to be a continued success, he would have to play along and pretend he truly was afraid of the woman and her pack of Starfleet’s apparent brand of the Jem’Hadar. He had affected a nervously terrified expression, of course, and even remembered to cower away from her a bit… How intimidating would she think she was should I take the shape of a Terlyndian Saber Serpent, he had wondered, or any other number of such creatures that you solids have yet to even know? All of your muscle would become meaningless once the flesh was flayed from your bones, wouldn’t it?
MSgt McQueen set about barking orders to her marines, then, demanding that everyone strap in and prepare for the pod’s ejection. Stan did so, being careful to maintain the same skittish, frightened compliance that she expected. She demanded his name and he stammered it out, shakily adding the department to which Stan had been assigned, then barked at him to get out of her sight… If I did that, now, human, he had thought, it would become necessary to kill you all here in this pod. That wouldn’t do, would it? Had you died aboard the ship like you should have, none of this would be necessary.… and he obliged as submissively as he could manage.
Even once the tiny pod was safely clear of the explosion and the solids had shaken off the effects of the rather forcible lauch and the buffeting of the shockwaves that followed and they had called him out on the questionable hygiene that had, to this point, served as an effective repellant, he had obliged. It was a strange thing trying to mix indignity, self-conscious modesty, and submission into a single human expression, Stan found, but he managed it well enough. He made sure to not be too quick about stripping out of the fouled uniform and even requested a large towel with which to cover himself from the replicator before removing everything. Once the soiled clothing had been reclaimed by the replicator, Stan ordered some additional items from the replicator and made use of the limited refresher device that the solids used to clean themselves.
Yes, Stan David Stowbrieski was, unfortunately, coming to the end of his usefulness. As inferior as these solids were they were not completely stupid and it wouldn’t take them long to notice other things about him and his presence in the pod that, if allowed to be persued to their answers, would seriously impinge the engineer’s ability to carry out the next part of his assignment… Something will need to be done about this, I suppose, Stan, scrubbed clean and dressed in a freshly replicated set of coveralls, thought as he settled back into his seat and watched the others, one of these might even do nicely…
The comm crackeled to life shortly after that. First, that insufferable boor Captain MacTavish had made his obligatory ‘we’re alive, here are your orders, honor our fallen comrades’ speech, then orders from Chief Cameron to all remaining enginnering personnel to assist in synchronization and maximization of the scattered ASRVs’ systems. Founders be praised, he grinned, thankful that he was at least going to have a chance to slip out of the solids’ sight for a few moments, at least.
“I… I guess that… that’d be me, MSgt,” he snickered nervously as he pushed out of his seat and made for one of the pod’s maintenance panels, “don’t wanna get caught sleepin’ by the Chief and especially not the Captain, huh?” He slid the access panel aside and began performing the calibrations and modifications that LtCdr Cameron had specified.
Yes, Stan, your time is almost up, isn’t it? You’ll be dying your second death very soon, I think.
((OOC: Stan will be effective, respectful, and compliant during the remainder of the crew’s time aboard the pods. Following orders as they’re given, etc… More from Mr Stinky after the Charon’s arrival.))
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 02:42:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Tech and travel cramps...
PADD = Yes. Mac was reviewing and updating the casualty list on a PADD a few posts back... Likely not his "personal device" as we had less than a minute to abandon ship and if anyone stopped to grab anything beside their own arses, they likely ended up on said list...  (Cloaking device not included, of course, as the Romulans were working on that at the time of the kaflooey boom boom!)
Travel cramps = We're almost rescued... once I get these next backposts and communications to the Charon up, we're free to get bagged by the other ship and carry on.
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 00:55:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Hmmmm...
If the Cerberus was still intact (or at least a significat part of it to include the computers and good bits of the sensor arrays) I would say that the sensors aboard an ASRV would be able to detect 'types' of lifeforms....scans to a molecular or even sub-atomic level might be possible.
However, without a link to such resources and the pod having to rely on it's own limited resources (nowhere near the sensor or computer power avaialbe aboard a starship) I'd say that the fact that there are lifeforms out there might be the limit.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 19:48:03.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 19:49:49 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Backposting to Rrowl and Curie
Stardate 09.05.2374 – 1800 hours
USS Cerberus ASRV-83964:E-001
Ef et’s no’ one fargin’ theng et’s a bloody nother, Jack MacTavish groused as he closed the comm channel to the Romulans pod.
"Captain," Rrowl hissed, almost in tandem with the tone indicating the channel had been closed, "surely you cannot take this kshat at her word?"
Mac could tell by the kzinti’s tone that he was a fair sight more than angry… an’ sure no’ ‘appy wi’ ‘avin’ tae be stoofed inta a wee metal box wi’ a bunch o’ monkeys, aye?… even before he turned to face his CTO and, by default, acting XO. Folding his hands behind his back, MacTavish turned and calmly took in Rrowl’s posture – the angrily lashing tail, the pinned back ears, and the savage, toothy snarl – then took a step forward into the big cat’s space and evenly met Rrowl’s firey gaze but said nothing… the firm set of the jaw and the unwavering focus of his eyes said enough… Anythin’ else, Mester Rrowl?
"First, she freely admits that the Romulans," the Kzinti spit out the word as if it fould his tongue to speak it, "could very well be responsible for the destruction of the Cerberus. Naturally, she denies any direct implication - as if we would expect her to say anything else!
I find it extremely convenient, captain,” the seething kzinti continued, his tail lashing back and forth behind him, “that this prat'ska already has a suspect in mind with nothing but the logs of the destruction and the reports of her own people as evidence! Even if this man is the one responsible, how would she know it, but that she is involved?"
The CTO fell into a fuming silence, then. There was obviously more on Rrowl’s mind in regards to this subject but, for whatever reason, he chose to let those remaining thoughts go unvoiced. Mac stood for a moment; his gaze still locked to the kziniti’s, waiting just long enough to ensure that Rrowl had nothing else to say, and then prepared to respond to his friend’s concerns.
“Mester Rrow…”
“Sir,” a meek voice interrupted, causing the Captain’s teeth to clench and his lips to draw into an exceedingly tight line across his face to hide that fact, “this may be a form of insubordination… and if it is I again apologize, however…”
Mac finally blinked, breaking eye contact with Rrowl, and turned to glance over his shoulder at the tiny scientist who had just recently emptied her guts. “Rrowl’s conclusion is fallible,” she stated.
Och, the Scot rumbled, taking a deep breath of his own that mirrored Lyvette’s as he slowly turned to face her now, this could bloody go on fer hours, then, coudln’et? Again, he couldn’t help but be reminded of Chatelle as, clutching her cup of tea in a manner almost identical to the way he recalled Chan cradling her cup of cocoa. The flat expression on his face never changed, of course, but Mac’s heart couldn’t help but smile – perhaps a bit sadly – as he eyed the young ensign and allowed her to continue.
“To begin with, the Centurion did not admit that her crew could have been responsible for the disaster. Instead she stated that she felt that she would be considered one of the most likely suspects, and that she understood why that was.”
He was pretty sure Lyvette had yet to take a breath.
“Second, she did not list this man of terrible hygiene habits as a likely suspect… instead she merely reported an incident that her crew found odd enough to report. In this I find her actions to actually be commendable…”
Behind him, Mac felt Rrowl tense… the Kzinti already felt as if his honor had been violated and now this she-monkey of a scientist was actually commending the enemy?... and so took another strategic step to keep himself between the two… There’s no’ any sense en ‘avin’ tae explain why Rrowl et yer ‘ead, lass, he thought, Sure an’ I ‘ope ye’ll be able tae qualify tha’…
Ensign Lyvette, as Mac had come to expect from the blue-suited lot, did, in fact, qualify each of her arguments and opinions as she proceeded, at length, with her logical break down of the situation.
“…The Romulans on board only complicates this investigation, as they might have their own agenda for causing a catastrophe and ending relations between the fleet and the Romulans, however I would bet that the Romulans are not the only one’s that would be interested in breaking that truce,” Lyvette sounded as if her analysis might be reaching it’s conclusion, “and framing the destruction of a starship on them might likely do the trick.”
She took another huge breath and sunk back into her chair. “In my opinion that is,” she added quickly, biting her bottom lip and bracing herself slightly for whatever response might come.
Mac had yet to move and, for a long moment, the only noticeable change in his stance or expression at all had been a half-amused arching of one brow and a half-irritated lowering of the other. His teeth clenched as his steel-eyed gaze shifted from Lyvette to Rrowl and, then, over the rest of those packed into the tiny pod before he offered a scarcely perceptible nod. “Th’ pair o’ ye’re finished, then, aye,” he rumbled rhetorically, his gaze again ticking deliberately between the junior science officer and the TAC Chief, “Grand! Thank ye both vera much fer offerin’ up yer opinions ere I’d ev’n asked, aye?
Mester Rrowl,” he said, his eyes finding the Kziniti’s once more, “Ef ye believe fer one fargin’ second tha’ me first inclination were no’ tae try an lay this whole bloody mess a’ th’ Romulans’ doorstep, ye dinnae know me as well’s I thought ye might’ve, lad. Fairhtermore, ef ye think I’m gonna swallow tha’ lo’ o’ sap from th’ Centurion wi’oot s’much as sniffin’ th’ bottle from which she poured et, I’d say ye’ve lairned nothin’ from our years wairkin’ t’gether. Be that th’ case, Lt Commander?” Mac smiled at Rrowl just then, challenging the kzinti to lie and tell him that, yes, Rrowl figured Mac had made a tactical blunder in his ‘soft handling’ of the communiqué from the Roms’ pod, “Ef so, I rec’mmend tha’ ye relieve me o’ me command ‘ere an’ now, aye?”
As quickly as the smile had appeared so, too, did it fade from the Captain’s face. “Per’aps ye’d’ve preferred me tae cut th’ Centurion off ere she p’rvided us wi’ the information – fenger pointin’ an’ smoke blowin’ aside – tha’ she did, aye? Give ‘er a reason, ef she’s no’ ‘ad one a’ready, tae truly cause some mischief?”
Breaking eye contact with the TAC Officer before he did so, so that the kzinti wouldn't take the gesture as a threatening one, Mac reached out a hand and clasped it to one of Rrowl’s massive shoulders. “There be a twistin’ of a sayin’ on Airth, Rrowl, older’n e’en Cameron, tha’ says ef yer gonna do th’ time, ye may’s well do th’ crime,” a tilting of his head towards the pod’s viewort directed the Kzinti’s gaze to where E-025 bobbed in the black, “Ef tha’ lo’ where ta think tha’ they were tae face some kind o’ lynchin’ b’cause o wha’s just ‘appened, lad, rather’n ‘avin’ a fair chance tae mount some sort o’ defense an’ pr’sent their own evidence tae suppairt et, whaddya think th’ chances o’ them floatin’ oot there an’ jus’ waitin’ fer it tae ‘appen’d be? Slim tae go’dam none, I figger… Ye know’s well’s I, Rrowl, ‘ow th’ Romulans thenk en situations like this… ef they truly thought they were done fer, they’d’ve no’ bothered ta repairt in’t all an’ mos’ likely’d’ve a’ready been tryin’ ta inch tha’ pod oota th’ fold an inta th’ arms o’ a waitin’ Warbaird.”
Jack turned his eyes to Lyvette, then, and he studied the girl for a moment before he continued. “An’ yew, Ensign,” he sighed, “fer all o’ yer pukin’ an’ wobblin’ aboot, seem tae ‘ave been keepin’ a keen ear onnat transmission, aye? When’d ye graduate, lass?”
((Assuming something like ‘Six weeks ago, sir’ or somesuch…))
Jus’ a beebeh, Mac couldn’t help but think even as he nodded his acknowledgement, Fresh oota Frisco an’ ‘er fairst tour sends ‘er straight tae hell.
“Did ye take anythin’ beyond th’ required courses fer TAC an’ Security, then? Any o’ the count’r-insurgency er invest’gation tracks, per’aps?”
((‘Ummm.. no…sir…” or sommat))
“Nae? Are ye sure, lass,” Mac queried, “fer ye seem tae ‘ave fairly strong opinions on tactical matters… an’, fer truth, ye may’ve touched on some o’ the vera points tha’ kept me from ‘avin’ Rrowl scuttle tha’ pod tae begin wi’. Ye may’ve missed yer callin’…” he smirked and folded his arms across his chest then “…or, per’aps no’.”
His gaze flitted from face to face, again, and, after another moment, fixed his gaze on Rrowl. “Lt Commander Rrowl,” he said, “Should I be consairned aboot this Stowbrieski bloke fer no other reason than th’ Roms’ve o’er’eard ‘im misspeakin’ a tairm like ‘butterfingers’?”
(( “No, sir. Such diversions are common place and, despite the recording…etc, etc, etc”))
“Aye,” Mac nodded, his eyes flicked back to Lyvette, “true enuff. Why, then, Ensign, if ye’d care ta offer yer opinion on this tactical matter’s well, might I be inclined tae ‘ave doubts aboot this lad ef all I’ve go’ tae go on are th’ ‘ints an’ allegations stairred up by a knot o’ Romulans tha’ I’ve no’ a lot o’ trust in tae begin wi’?”
((“I… you… uh… I don’t know, sir?”))
“O’ course no’,” the Captain nodded, his gaze drifting away from the science officer to fix, now, on the CEO. “Mester Cameron,” he demanded, “Wha’ was crewman Shytepants post tae be this marnin’?”
((Something to the effect of; “He should have been in Main Engineering, sir…blahblahblah…”))
“Main Engineerin’,” Mac repeated, regarding Lyvette and Rrowl again. His stomach turned as he asked the next question; “An’ ‘ow many tha’ were en Engineerin’ a’ th’ time o’ th’ breach made et off th’ boat an’ inta an ASRV?” He heard the computer chirp as someone accessed and reviewed the records from which that answer might be derived… and waited…
“Only Stowbrieski, sir,” came the somewhat tentative answer.
“Aye. Only Stowbrieski. How inna bloody ‘ell did an’ engineer, who by all rights shoulda been kelled wi’ th’e rest o’ ‘is shift, manage tae make it tae a pod wi’ th’ Marines,” he cast a questioning but meaningful glance to the tiny crew of his own pod, “Tha’s wha’s go’ me buyin’ a bit more o’ th’ Centurion’s bit than any other, aye?
Es et suspicious tha’ the Romulans’re th’ fairst ta bring et to attention? Does et per’aps lead me ta believe tha’ the Centurion an’ ‘er blokes may’ve been wi’oldin’ more’n jus’ th’ hint o’ Tal’Shiar involvement? Yer bloody well right et does! But, seein’ as ‘ow the Tal’Shiar an’ th’ Klingons both go’ their arses ‘anded to ‘em when they tried ta destroy th’ Founders ‘omewairld, I find et highly doubtful tha’ they’d pess wi’ Starfleets attempts tae go galivantin’ aboot the Gamma Quadrant. Nae, gentl’men, they’d much pr’fer tae sit back an’ watch us get our arses handed back to us so tha’ they could ‘ave the last I tol’ ye so…
Ef the Romulans did ‘ave anythin’ tae do wi’ this, ye c’n be sure tha’ et’ll be handled appropriately, but wha’ I’m thinkin’ es, as Ensign Lyvette’s pointed oot a’ready, tha’ whoe’er’s truly respons’ble en this wants us tae believe et’s so an’ ‘as made a damn fine show o’ et… e’en convincing th’ Roms themselves.”
((OOC: Okay… leaving this bit where it is for the time being… plenty of stuff to run with there, if you like, folks… Any questions comments or concerns hit me with a PM. Next up, we’re checking in on Stan and, shortly after that, we should be up to the point where Kel and crew can jump back in to the posting frenzy. Thanks for your patience….))
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 18:58:24.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 19:13:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Moving Up
Subject: I've said it before...
...but it never hurts to put it out in the Universe twice, does it?
Congratulations and best wishes to both of you in your new endeavours. Here's hoping that it's all you're hoping for and more.
muy macho nachos!
Eol
Oh... and Trek updates are coming in the next couple of hours, too. Just for you guys!
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 15:28:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Yep...
...that'll be addressed.
Right along with replies to Rrowl, Curie, Duncan, another hailing of the Charon aaaaand... what else have I missed?...
Anyhoo, as I said, up yonder about a post and a half... I should be updating today. Hang tight.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 12:37:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Good to know...
...that the new job means an end to the financial stress for ya. I'm sure that more than a few of us know how that goes.
Aaaaand, of course we all understand. The Inn is for fun, man, RL has to come first... that's the one that matters most, anyway, yeah?
Congrats to both you and Meri on the new jobs/promotions/not sticking to the theater floors/etc.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 22:52:05.
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Topic: Star Wars Character
Subject: Disagree completely I cannot...
| Which Star Wars Character Are You? Your Result: Yoda You are a passive green creature with a speech impediment. You always try to find a peaceful resolution to your problems, but also aren't afraid to kick some ass if you need to. | | Jar Jar Binks | | | Luke SkyWalker | | | Princess Leia | | | Han Solo | | | Jabba the Hutt | | | Boba Fett | | | Darth Vader | | Which Star Wars Character Are You?
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I can deal with bein' Yoda.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 22:45:12.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: But only cuz I wanna cuff ya! ;)
^ Under arrest
< Under duress
V Under a dress
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 18:03:24.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: You betcha!
Got a really decent start on it, too...  ... Don't know that I'll have it finished and posted tonight (busy busy busy, today) but should have it NLT tomorrow... Just like my posts in ST:OP.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 17:20:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: I need a clone!
Just an FYI, folks... Work is kicking my butt today and my posts may be set back a bit in their arrival.
Not entirely sure that I'll manage to post everything today, but the posts are in the works and we will be good to move on ahead by tomorrow night at the latest.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 16:52:43.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: Consider it in the works, then....
...I'll have something up for 'inspiration' in a little bit.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 23:36:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: *grins* Tha's th' Rug fer ye, lass...
..ef 'e eats yer 'ead, 'e figgers 'e's lettin' ye die th' hon'rable death, aye? Tha's no' wha' ye'd call 'ard feelin's. Where Rrowl's from, Ensign, they call et respect.
No problem with any of it, thus far, folks... It's Starfleet after all and one of the underlying themes I can recall from just about every single incarnation of the universe is what?
That's right, boy and girls! Diversity! Gonna be POVs from all angles in a situation like the one we've got here, right? Ya got guys like Mac, Rrowl, Kel, Talon, etc, who have spent most of their lives/careers in some sort of 'conflict' with the Romulans.... Then there's the bunch like Lyvette: young, green, more willing to accept that the Romulans might actually be more than poissible subversive because they've been posted in 'non-contentious' situations,etc, etc, etc... And then there's guys like Hash, Duncan, and a few others who, really, are kind of indifferent to any of it, and kind of take it as it comes... Duncan's always been polite and respectful with his interactions with the Rom's, for instance... He finds them intriguing and figures he might even learn something... Hash looks at the Romulans and thinks; "Great! Guess I'd better brush up on Griznak's Romulan Anatomy!...Hey, you, Centurion Whatsyerface! When was yer last check up?..."
Wheeeeeeeeee! It's nuts, huh? All good stuff, though, and all great for spinning this little yarn of ours...
Gonna go finish washin' now... ya'll set a spell... kick yer shoes off... wan' some tea?
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 21:37:44.
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Topic: A Shadow Over Drasnia Q&A
Subject: Can Nyx help?
I can likely whip up a quick post in which Nyx barks and gibbers and otherwise taunts Cay as he and Sylla pass by if you like. 
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 21:13:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Nor was it taken that way, m'lady...
...at least not by any players, IRL, anyway. Some of the charatcers we play, on the other hand... well... you saw how Rrowl reacted.
Anyhoo...nothing to worry about, at all... as I said before, it'll all come out in the wash and I'm busy washin'.
Twists, turns, subplots, cliffhangers, and shocking surprises are what we're all about here in the RDINNized Trek universe.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 19:54:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: LMAO
"Mester Rrowl! Grab tha' point-eared baird by th' stack an' swivel an' toss 'er oot th' hatch, aye? Then ye may eat th' rest... There's a good kitty!"
Aw, c'mon, DM... ya didn't expect that the 'admission' of previous knowledge of possible Tal'Shiar involvment was gonna turn out pretty for the Rom's did ya? On a boat full of Fleet personnel where half the numbers have had personal, not-so-friendly encounters with the RSE for most of their careers and/or lives? *winkwinknudgenudge* Cripes! Imagine what Gavison's gonna think when Mac relays the 'gathered intel and clues' over to the Charon.... 
Anyhoo... sooner or later, everything'll come out in the wash... i'm off to continue washin'... posts to bring us up to speed and open it back up for Kel and crew by tonight, I hope.
IC Distrust and amimosity aside, folks, an extremely great round of posts... I hereby nominate all of you for Innmate of the year! 
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 18:54:56.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: Snoop Dogg carries an umbrella fo' drizzle!
Swizzle (as in stick)
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 18:38:37.
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