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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Okay...
...not even close to a good post but I do have one up. If nothing else, it's got me dusting Mac off and trying to slip back into character... the next post should be muuuuuuuuch better and should be ready to go either tonight or tomorrow.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 18:27:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Dusting off the haggis...
Stardate: 2374.09.02
USS Cerberus - Captain’s Ready Room – 2356 hours
For the third time, Mac tried to stretch out on the couch in his ready room and force himself to catch a little rest but, try as he might, he couldn’t get his eyes to stay shut or his mind to slow down long enough to even try to coax it into any sort of relaxation. His first three days of command had been fuller of sheepshyte, politics, and bureaucracy than he had been prepared for and, especially in the case of the Romulans, had tested the limits of the Scot’s diplomatic abilities. More than once in the past couple of days, Captain MacTavish had found himself calling upon ‘lessons learned’ from his time spent aboard the Discovery - “what would Blair do” moments, as he’d come to call them – and, even more regularly, calling upon the stress and anger management techniques that Arevaci had taught him, as well. In the end, it seemed, everything had gone well despite the mad scramble of chaos that had accompanied Cerberus’ preparations for deployment.
Aye, he grumbled inwardly, staring blankly at the ceiling, Fair enough fer wha’s ta come, I s’pose…
While the crew’s distrust and, in many cases, disdain for the Romulan contingent aboard was still obvious, relations between Starfleet and RSE personnel had become a bit less turbulent. MacTavish (at Weatherly’s suggestion) had been sure to include Centurion Sienae in all meetings pertinent to the mission and had listened respectfully when the woman had given her input and recommendations. He had also done his best to see that whatever resources the RSE contingent might have needed were available – he had bristled at their insistence of using one of the holodecks to perform test scenarios and such, ranting on about how they should have had plenty of time to perform their testing before they boarded his boat but had finally conceded when Rrowl, Valberg, and Operations ensured him that all appropriate security measures would be taken to mitigate unauthorized access of anything the point-ears shouldn’t see. “Run yer fargin’ tests, then,” he had growled at a typically smug Sienae, “but, lass, if tha’ cloak is no’ installed an’ operational ‘fore we untether from this dock, I swear ta Charlie, I’ll toss you lot inta this bairds warpcore an’ fergit ye ever sullied me ship, aye?”
Och, a disbelieving smirk tightened Mac’s lips as he recalled the Romulan’s reply, I cannae b’lieve I’ve actually become accustomed ta arguin’ wi’ th’ lass… Let alone startin’ ta like th’ woman! As irritating as she was, Mac had come to realize that she and her crew were more than proficient in their assigned duties and, so long as he would allow them to, might actually be able to meld seamlessly into the Fleet personnel by the time they reached DS9 and work side-by-side with them before it actually became imperative to do so. He still didn’t completely trust them, of course - he’d spent far too many years patrolling the NZ and being an active participant in the ‘cold war’ between the Romulan Empire and the Federation to ever do that – but he had managed to see that they could work together and, if this mission was to even launch (let alone be anything nearing a success), that they would have to… An’, o’ course, tha’ bloody lot o’ haggis’s gotta start wi’ th’ cap’n er th’ whole blinkin’ crew jus’ follows right along, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to force his eyes closed.
Thoughts of ‘getting along,’ of course, turned Mac’s mind toward Lt. Hash. The Cerberus’ doctor, after having his requests for the Captain to report for a physical repeatedly ignored, had actually chased Mac down two days ago, cornering him in engineering as he watched the Romulan technicians and his ENG crew make final calibrations to the cloaking device’s mounting hub and control interfaces…
“MacTavish?” the doctor had boomed, leaving off the rank. “Time for your check-up. Now, the way I see it, we can do this out here in front of everyone, or we can retire to a more private chamber…sir.”
Mac’s shoulders had tensed and his jaw clenched; “Aye. Makin’ sure I’m healthy enough ta lead us all off ta die’s impairtant wairk, is et no’?” He had allowed his eyes to drift away from the goings on in the engine room long enough to glance at the doctor. “If ye’ve gotta do et, lad,” he chuffed, “ye may’s well do et ‘ere. I’ve no’ go’ th’ time nor th’ inclination ta go bandyin’ aboot th’ ship jus’ fer a turn yer ‘ead an’ cough!”
Hash, of course, to the crew’s disbelief had, in fact, simply shrugged, and performed the physical right then and there, tersely warning the Captain about his penchant for physicality, the danger of his blood pressure, the necessity of taking his medication regularly, and a handful of other things that had peppered his medical and psych records for the majority of his career. The Lt’s demeanor, while not typical of any fleet doc Mac had ever encountered, had actually scored the man points in the Captain’s eyes… it wasn’t often that an egghead tolerated, let alone, challenged the gruff Scot, and Hash’s ‘devil-may-care’ willingness to perform the physical right ther in engineering with a handful of crew present spoke volumes as to why he had been assigned to this mission and this ship. When it was all over Mac had nodded a curt thank you to the Doctor and returned to his supervision of the cloakworks… surprisingly, he didn’t even have to chew anyone’s arse off for making smart-alec comments, either.
Fargin’ Hash, Mac chuckled, coming to the realization that he still wasn’t going to get any sleep and rolling into a seated position, Sure an’ Fleet dinnae jus’ gather all th’ bloody misfits in ‘er ranks an’ put ‘em abaird th’ Cerberus… makes me wonder as ta wha’ Kel’s lot onna Charon might’ve done ta pess in Command’s boots… He yawned, rubbed a hand over the salt and pepper bristles ofhis short cropped hair, and then scratched at the whiskers at his chin before shoving himself off of the couch and moving for his desk. “Computer,” he demanded, retrieving a near empty bottle of Glenlivet from a drawer, “Time.”
=/\=The current time is zero-zero-zero-three hours and eighteen seconds.=/\= Cerberus intoned as Mac poured the ramins of the scotch into a short glass and settled into his chair.
“Launch day,” Mac nodded, his fingers flicking over the console to open a secure, subspace channel, “Long past time ta get this done.” The last time he had seen Kelsey, it had been in a Starfleet medical facility and the Discovery’s former XO had been in no kind of shape (physically or mentally) to carry on any sort of conversation. Even if he had been, Mac remembered thinking, what would one have said to him? The loss of his wife and daughter to the Jem’Hadar had changed Gavison, he knew… that much was evident in the cold, hollow eyes that stared back at Mac from behind the bandages that day… and, despite the sincerity of them, the sympathies and condolences that Mac had offered that day had felt as empty as Kel’s soul must have. MacTavish, of course, had kept track of Gavison’s career following that and had even sent a brief message to the man on occasion, but speaking to him directly was something that Mac had avoided – much as Kel had always avoided any mention of Ian after Mac had been forced to kill his younger brother all those years ago – out of respect.
A theng too long avoided, he sighed, taking a sip of the scotch and ensuring his transmission was properly encoded, an’ c’n be delayed no longer, I s’pose. The desk-mounted display lit-up and displayed the Starfleet Emblem as he completed keying in his security code and the specified channel to the Charon’s CO.
=/\=Connection completed,=/\= the computer confirmed as Mac procured a cigar from the drawer and dipped one end into the scotch before clenching it between his teeth, =/\=Channel secure. Begin transmission.=/\=
“H’lo Kel,” Mac began, after lighting the stogie and turning his gray eyes to the now black screen, “been quite a while, m’friend. I’ll no’ tippy-toe aboot ye an’ assume tha’ this message’ll find ye well er none o’ tha’ drivel, lad, as I know tha’ bein’ well, where yer consairned, is a far sight off from wha’ et once was…”
Fer the luv o’… The lit end of the cigar flared in the darkness of the ready room as Mac puffed in a lung full of the aromatic smoke and he chastised himself for sounding like a fargin’ bureaucrat. “I should’ve contacted ye sooner, I reckon,” he continued, “but sure as ye’ve been scramblin’ ta get prepped fer this suicide run tha’ fleet’s tossed ta our feet, so’ve I been. It’s no’ been a field o’ heather havin’ the Romulans abaird as I’m sure ye c’n imagine but, et’s no’ been th’ wairst theng ta happen, either. Seems tha’ they’ve managed ta install the cloak abaird Cerberus wi’oot blowin’ us an’ SB10 ta kingdom come an’, I reckon, they should manage ta get the device plugged inta yer boat a sight more expediently’n they did, here.
We’ve go’ a bit less’n four hours ere we’re scheduled fer cuttin’ the umbilicals an’ puttin’ this quadrant in our wake,” Mac noted following another sip of the scotch, “We’ll be shakin’ oot the bugs en route an’ should be dockin’ wi’ DS9 en a matter o’ days. I’m lookin’ farward ta seein’ ye, Kel… an’ gettin’ yer take on this operation…”
((OOC: Up to you, Brom, if Kel is awake and/or receives this transmission ‘live’ – if so, we can back and forth as you likeon where this convo goes – or if Kel gets this one as a recorded message.
OOC2: Here comes the ‘woof’ moment, gang…. A couple of assumptions that I’m making here for the reference of all concerned. 1) The cloak has been installed aboard Cerberus and, according to the Romulans, is operational and ready for final field testing. 2) The Starfleet and Romulan crews aboard Cerberus have started to tolerate each other a bit better - even if they don’t particularly like or trust each other they are starting to work together as a ‘unified crew’. 3) Our alien saboteur, ‘Stan’, is still loose on the ship and has yet to be identified or noticed (hello security?). 4) The crew has been briefed on the mission and introduced to one another via the staff meetings and dinners that have been hosted… There’s probably more but, IMO, those are the important bits right at the moment. Anyhoo… the quality kind of sucks but at least there’s a post to ‘get the ice broken again’… got another one coming up soon where we’ll actually get this boat into motion. Scramble your alpha shifts, Cerberus…))
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 18:25:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: All right, all right, all right!!!
Everyone line up to smack the Captain!
I'm going to do this TODAY, if it kills me... I've gotten PMs, e-mails, and funky vibes from the universe (and even my wife got upset with me) since I posted that bit of whiney stupidity, yesterday... sooooo, you want Mac, you got 'im. Like I said, a post today (meaning NLT late tonight) if it fargin' kills me and the rest of us on this bloody boat!
What in the halls o hell was I thinkin', anyway? Somebody else play Mac? Kill Mac off? Riiiiiiiight... *shakes head*... Mac's the Starfleet equivalent of the cockroach... ya can't kill him off! (It is fun trying, though, huh?)
Blah,blah, blah! I'm wastin' time here runnin off a' th' gob, ensign! Get yer arse oota my ready room an lemme post, ya haggis fer brains sheep-shagger!
(P.S. Many many thanks, Brom.  )
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 13:10:02.
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Topic: Greetings and salutations!
Subject: Hey! If Grugg won't eat it, I will...
...I looooooves me some chili! 
Some real quick answers for you (let's see if I can remember all the questions, eh?):
Nope... no requirements to run a game other than you be an Innmate - no account, no posty, you know?
Star Wars games around here have been primarily the WotC d20 rules but I doubt anyone would be opposed to the D6 version that you're thinking (you might have to lend a hand with those unfamiliar with the earlier rules, of course, but there's nothing in place that would stop you from running a SW game/campaign using those rules).
Ummmm... what else did you ask? *brainfart* 
Chatrooms - Yes, useful for all purposes as you mentioned (you can even password protect a 'private room' if need be).
Recruitment, Q&A, and In Game threads - best idea is to use all three forums for your game (typically in that order)... makes for nice, neat organization, etc.
If you post it, they will come... it's the Inn for the love-o-pete! 
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 19:44:31.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: *sigh*
Okay... I've tried and tried and failed and failed... guess it's just time to face the fact that I'm not getting anywhere with this one and 'cut my losses,' so to speak. I just can't get myself to post for this one - not sure if it's just that I can't seem to channel a decent MacTavish or if I've just let the game get so far ahead of where I was that I've lost interest.
Either way, I leave this one in Brom's capable hands as he's been the driving force behind it for months, anyway. Feel free to dish Mac out to another interested player, kill him off, have him discharged for failing to comply with his physical, etc...
Sorry gang, just can't get myself back into this one and don't want to hold it up for the rest of you any longer. 
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 17:55:31.
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Topic: The Return of the Prodigal Son
Subject: Okay... you stand in front of 'em... I'm going this way....
“…Mountains tend to be big things,” Spider heard Khalessin state, trying still to get more information out of Lyra. He stopped his progress toward the stables for a moment and, grinning wryly, turned to listen. “Iis there anywhere in particular within those mountains that you might suggest we start,” the fighter pressed, “Or anything to look for? Something must be pointing you, and thus us, in that direction.”
As he suspected, Lyra’s response was ambiguous at best. Nevertheless, Spider couldn’t help but shake his head. “Disappearing beggars aren’t even the half of this,” he whispered to Darli, turning for the stables once more, “I can almost assure you of that. And this girl, Lyra; despite her elusive responses, I think, has given us more to work with than the others might realize.
And,” he grinned, taking Darli’s hand as they entered the stables, “I’m sure that our cave in the hills is far from the only secret place in those mountains.” He winked at her, then his eyes flitted away to scan the stables. Spider’s own horse, Mithollo – a light war horse less than legally acquired from a cavalry scout in Cragmoor several years ago – whinnied and looked expectantly in the Shadowblade’s direction. Spider smiled at Darli, then padded towards the stall and reached out to pat the beast on its muzzle.
“This time you rest, my friend,” he muttered to the faithful gray, “our employers have seen fit to put their own horses in harms way.” While Spider trusted Mithollo more than he might have an unfamiliar horse, he wasn’t beyond taking what was offered for free – if nothing else, it would be someone else’s animal that would need to be replaced should the worse come of it, and, in the best case scenario, the Shadowblade figured, once all was done, he might be able to barter the loaner horse for more useful items at some point. He did gather his own saddle and riding gear, though, and, after having secured his gear to the horse provided by Lyra and whomever it was she represented, cantered the heavier equine up alongside Darli and made for the gate.
Tristan couldn’t help but smile as he heard Vaskar’s voice pealing on the morning air and, as the Skald crooned out the lyric that spoke of reunited lovers, he turned to catch Darli’s delightful smile and offered a wink in reply. “A fine song, Dragonslayer,” Tristan nodded to the northman as he reigned his horse in near the gate, “Treat us to more of the same throughout the course of this and I’m sure morale will remain high enough.”
It was then that the eerie howl of hellhounds shattered the serenity of the early morning. Tristan, having just leaned forward in his saddle to reach down and clasp Vaskar’s arm in a gesture of appreciation, snapped bolt upright at the sound, his head swiveling around in hopes of sighting the beasts. The woman, Lyra, he saw was already standing with swords drawn and readying herself to face down the vile creatures. Khalessin and Darli, too, had seen fit to stand at the woman’s side and readied themselves to do battle with the hounds, head on… What in all the shadows is she thinking, Spider wondered, seeing Darli poised to do direct battle with the flaming beasts, Hells but this should be interesting!
The Shadowblade spurred his horse forward, his blade whispering from its sheath as the horse’s hooves churned up dust from the streets and galloped along the thoroughfares. Rather than charge headlong towards the hellhounds, though, Spider directed his mount down one alleyway, across a side street, and along the length of another lane, hoping to find a suitable angle from which to attack the creatures while their hellish focus was on those who stood directly before it.
((OOC: Okay… Even though it might look to the others like he's running off to hide, Spider’s looking to flank these boogers and give them what for from the flanks or the rear as possible… If, while he's travelling, he can find a suitable spot to make use of his cloak, he'll use the spiderclimb abilities it provides to get to a roof top and attack from above with a crossbow if the rest are engaging from close in... otherwise, he'll circle around and attack as possible with his sword.))
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 15:47:36.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Stop! Hammer Time!
Okay Hammer... Just sent you a BUUUUUUUUUNCH of stuff on 2e magic. Check your mail and let me know if you received everything. Look for an e-mail from saic.com...
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 15:03:45.
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Topic: Salutations
Subject: Yup yup...
...what the boss said!
Welcome aboard, Sedda.
*newbie dance*
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 13:44:55.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: My pleasure...
Also, Hammer, I may have a 2e spell list somewhere... I'll see if i can't dig it up and send it your way.
Flirty, I'm assuming that these hounds are in the middle of the road, meaning that there's likely plenty of buildings etc that can be used as 'cover' and/or to 'circle around' and flank the cuddly li'l critters, right?
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 13:36:11.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: I don't think...
...that dispel magic will work on the hounds, themselves (at least not to make them disappear, anyway). It would certainly have some effect on any magical attacks they might make (but, if any of our casters start slinging, it could also squish their spells, as well).
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 13:29:06.
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Topic: Greetings and salutations!
Subject: There can be only one...
...although, they kept disproving that after the second movie, didn't they? 
Anyhoo... Welcome to the Inn, Duncan. It's always nice to see 'fresh faces' from other places gracing the halls of the Red Dragon, don't ya know? I'm sure you'll find something (possibly a good many somethings) that will keep you coming back... if you don't... welll... we can always send the Grugg after you (that's exactly the reason we usually don't feed him, BTW... we had to feed him recently, though, because he threatened to break the Inn if we didn't. )....
There goes Eol, runnin' off at the yap, again... 
I'll shut up, now, and leave you with a "Welcome" and a "Holler if you need anything".
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 12:44:19.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Ummm...
Right here
Is Waldo really missing and do we really care where he is?
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 19:42:08.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Lie?
In fact Solvy did pose a query; however, she did it telepathically and only those of us with holes drilled in our heads were able to see it.
Why do donuts have holes but donut holes do not?
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 19:02:40.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: er...
...will leave you...
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 18:59:54.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Aaaand...
...the Demonic Vending Machine spits out a huge, Earl Grey sipping, bee with an enormous tattoo freshly inked on it's back.
Into the machine I slip a half eaten bag of Nacho Cheese Combos, some pocket lint, and the mummified pinky toe of an ogre mage.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 18:57:59.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: Cheap beer (?)
Gobel
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 18:53:53.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Only to keep the old buck from breaking his hip
^ Evolution J
< Wonders what happened to Evolutions A thru I
V Special K
*chuckles at Meri* Yeah, EvoJ... consider yerself tag-teamed.
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 16:05:18.
Edited on 2008-05-30 at 16:24:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: School's Clever Ploy; Or How A Learning Institution Managed to Dominate My Creative Life and Sent M
Subject: Education's important...
...nobody'll hold it against you if it takes you away from the Inn for a bit.
Focus. Finish. Find your way back.
We'll be here.
Best Wishes,
Eol
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 15:33:30.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: Goodyear
Blimp
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 14:30:37.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: Bubba Gump
Shrimp
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 14:16:09.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: Ummm...
Clink
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 18:53:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: *hangs head in shame*
I know... I know... I really need to post... the worst thing is that I have one all but done... just can't seem to make myself post it. (Don't have it with me today as the file got entirely too big to keep on my thumbdrive and forgot to bring the laptop to work, as well)... I'll dig the post up when i get home, finish up the time-stamping and, hopefully, get it tacked on before I go to bed.
*kicks Eol in the post-erior*
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 18:04:27.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: woof
bark
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 18:00:23.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Sit, Ubu! Sit!
hoooo boy!
Anybody got any scooby-snacks?
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 17:01:42.
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Topic: Just a ello or hello or...
Subject: You can check out any time you like...
...but you can never leave!
Once an Innmate, always an Innmate, I says!
Welcome to the fold, EvoJ... I'm sure you'll love it here as much as the rest of us do.
Glad to have you aboard... holler if you need anything.
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 16:59:39.
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