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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Continuing
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Corridor; Deck 6 – 1015 hours
Fargin’ smarmy, condescendin’, bunch o’ point-eared, apple polishers, Mac fumed as he stomped along the corridor toward the turbolift, Beam abaird me ship an’ start right off bandyin’ airders off a’ me crew as ef they were in charge… as ef their bloody fool cloaks’d make all th’ diff’rence in this run. Bloody typical, high an’ mighty, eggheaded…
“Captain MacTavish! Sir!”
He had reached the lift by the time Weatherly caught up with him. For an instant Mac had entertained the notion of stepping through the hatch and ordering the lift back to deck one, leaving the Yeoman in his wake. The notion was dismissed rather quickly though; Weatherly had already demonstrated that she took her position all too seriously and, like the proverbial bad penny, would always be turning up regardless of any efforts made to lose her. “Wha’,” Mac demanded as he turned to face the dark-haired woman.
She blinked, perhaps a little taken aback by having the Captain snap at her, and slowed her pace from an urgent trot to an almost dejected gait. The PADD she had clutched to her chest as she had jogged along the corridor to catch up to him settled into a less protective grip and, blinking again, her eyes fell to the device’s display. “I’m sorry to,” she licked her lips, swallowed a lump in her throat, and blinked again before looking back up to meet MacTavish’s glare, “sorry to have disturbed you, sir… I… I was wondering if…”
Och! Charlie’s knickers! Dinnae tell me th’ lass is gonna start cryin’! MacTavish sighed; “Yer no’ disturbin’ me, lass. Yer doin’ yer job…” I’ve jus’ ne’er been th’ sort ta ‘ave patience fer ye admin types an’ I’ve go’ better ta do then make ye feel important. “…Wha’ c’n I do fer ye, Lorraine?” The lift door squelched open and he stepped aside, ushering his yeoman in with a subtle wave of his hand.
The use of the Petty Officer’s first name seemed to have undone whatever damages his original, less than patient response had caused, and Weatherly almost smiled as she stepped into the lift ahead of MacTavish. “I was wondering, sir,” she continued, turning to face the Captain as he stepped onto the lift, “If you had given any consideration to an all-hands dinner prior to deploying. It is somewhat of a tradition, sir, where newly commissioned ships and new crews are concerned, and I’ve noted, from your own records, that such dinners were fairly common place aboard Discovery…”
“Deck One,” Mac rumbled during Weatherly’s first pause for breath.
“…and I thought, for the sake of tradition and, perhaps to make you feel more at home, sir, that you might want to hold a similar function.
I couldn’t help but notice that there was nothing like that on the schedule and, as busy as I’m sure you are, Captain, I thought perhaps it had slipped your mind. I’d be glad to coordinate with Ops, sir, and get something arranged. Perhaps something for tomorrow evening? Most of the crew should have reported by then and…”
“A’right, Weatherly! A’right!” Mac waved her into silence. “Ye chased me doon, runnin’ all o’er th’ boat, ta ask me aboot a bloody dinner party? Anxious as ye were I’d’ve thought ye ‘ad somethin’ urgent…”
“Well,” Weatherly said as the lift door whooshed open, “it is rather urgent, sir. The Cerberus is slated to leave spacedock in less than thirty-six hours and, once we’ve deployed, I don’t imagine that there will be a lot of extra time for the pleasantries and…”
“Pleas’ntries?! Wha’ inna bloody ‘ell’ve pleas’ntries go’ ta do wi’ all o’ this, Weatherly,” he demanded, angrily sweeping a hand out to indicate the activity on the bridge, “Ye do realize tha’ this is no’ gonna be some sort o’ pleasure cruise, lass? We’re a’ war wi’ th’ bloody Dominion, Weatherly, an’ we’re s’posed ta go sally, dark an’ quiet, through their bloody garden, pick a fargin’ bunch o’ posies, an’ run back wi’ naught but two tiny, li’l ships, an’ cartin’ a gaggle o’ conceited, bullock fer brains, Romulans aboot wi’ us inna bargain! There’s no’ gonna be a single, bloody, pleas’ntry aboot this cruise’t all, lass, an’ th’ sooner ye come aboot an’ dock wi’ tha’, th’ sooner ye’ll ‘ave a snowball’s chance o’ maybe livin’ ta tell th’ tale an’ bein’ o’ use abaird this ship!
If ye wanna consairn yerself wi’ pullin’ repairts tagether an’ ‘elpin’ ta keep us runnin’ smooth an’ clear, lass, tha’d be grand,” he groused. “But, ef ye’ve go’ nothin’ more ta worry aboot than dinner parties an’ whether or no’ I’m wearin’ reds or golds, I’ve no’ go’ th’ time ta be ‘oldin’ yer hand an’ ye might wanna consider requestin’ a transfer ere this boat leaves port!”
MacTavish realized, then, that the heretofore steady buzz of noise and activity on the bridge had diminished into an almost cowed silence. Several sets of eyes were now focused on the Captain and his yeoman, several other sets, wisely, were not. “Get yer fargin’ eyeballs back on yer fargin wairk,” MacTavish barked as his severe gaze panned away from Weatherly and made a deliberate circuit around the bridge stations, “Ye c’n bloody well eavesdrop whilst yer tendin’ ta yer duties, c’n ye no’?!”
Chroist but they’re all kids, aren’t they? Why he hadn’t realized or even so much as considered it before now, Mac couldn’t be sure, but had it not been for Weatherly asking about a welcome dinner and setting him of on his tirade, the newly appointed Captain of the Cerberus might not have realized it at all until the casualties started stacking up and it became necessary to start composing those communications to the next of kin. O’ course they are, Mac’s jaw clenched as his stern glare turned one gawking set of eyes from himself and Weatherly back to the tasks at hand and he tried to swallow the anger that had welled up at the thought of what the mission parameters likely meant for a good deal of them, As far back as there’ve been missions o’ this sort, those in charge’ve always been keen on sendin’ th’ young an’ dumb an’ the old an’ troublesome, ‘aven’t they? The mis’rable shaggers have’nae clue tha’ they’re names’re a’ready queued ta the casualty list… Not until now, at any rate.
Jack’s eyes, a little less stern than they had been a second ago, completed their circuit around the bridge and fell back on Weatherly. Despite the fact that the woman had stood firm against the gale of his rant and, to her credit, was doing a brilliant job of keeping her lips from trembling and her eyes from misting over, he could tell that his remarks had stung her at a more personal level than he had intended – he’d experienced much of the same sort of thing in the early days of his relationship with Chantelle, after all, and had become somewhat of an expert at realizing, after the fact, that he might’ve been a bit more of a ‘gibberin’ arse’ than was likely called for. “Sir…” the yeoman croaked, clearing her throat to chase away the tinge of hurt that was obvious in her first attempt, “Sir, I didn’t intend to…”
“Och! Belay tha’ shyte, lass,” his words were carried to her ears on a heavy sigh and punctuated by his footsteps as he strode for the Ready Room, “Come wi’ me.”
Mac ushered his yeoman through the door of is ready room much as he had ushered her aboard the turbolift just moments ago. When the door slid shut behind them this time, however, there wasn’t the immediate flury of chatter from the CPO that there had been earlier. Instead, Weatherly stood, somewhat nervously, between the two chairs in front of Mac’s desk as if she were waiting for him to take a seat behind it and read her the riot act.
“Coffee,” Jack demanded of the replicator as he prowled past the device, “Blue Mountain; double black.
Wha’ll ye ‘ave, Weatherly?”
“Sir?”
“Ta drink, Weatherly. Coffee, tea, lemonade?”
“Oh. Tea, please, sir,” Weatherly shifted uncomfortably, drawing the PADD closer to her chest and clutching it with both hands, “Catullan rose; hot.”
Jack nodded and, drawing his own beverage from the port, ordered her tea. “Dinnae ge’ cozy wi’ wha’ I’m aboot ta say, Petty Officer,” he rumbled as a clear, glass teacup filled with a startlingly pinkish brew materialized, “fer et’s no’ a theng I tend ta say vera often.” When the replication was finished Mac took the cup from the port and, after pacing off the two steps between the bulkhead and his desk, offered it to the yeoman as he said; “I sincerely apologize.” MacTavish immediately followed the confession with a gulp of coffee, as if the strong, Jamaican brew helped him to swallow the bitter pill of contrition.
For her part, Weatherly could only manage to blink her eyes and gape at him like a banked trout. Both her hands remained clamped firmly to the PADD, holding the device close to her chest as if it were a plate of armor. She hadn’t so much as glanced at the proffered beverage.
“Take th’ tea, Weatherly,” Mac rumbled as his own mug came away from his lips, “Et’s no’ as ef I took a pee in et.”
Another rapid succession of blinks was followed by a nervous titter before the dark-haired yeoman managed to fumble a hand free of her portable computer and, finally, relieve him of a cup of rather flowery smelling tea. “I… I’m sorry, Captain,” she said, “Th...Thank you, sir.”
“Aye,” Mac nodded, stealing another sip from his mug as he settled into his chair, “At ease, lass. ‘ave a seat.”
The woman sat, still having not sipped her tea, and deposited her PADD in the seat beside her; “Aye, sir.”
Mac shook his head slowly, closed his eyes for an instant, and called Chan’s face to mind. When he felt centered, he opened his eyes again and forced himself to focus on Weatherly, sitting rigidly at attention as she was, with the teacup held stiffly at shoulder level. “Weatherly…” he began, correcting himself as he recalled another of Arevaci’s techniques for ‘putting people more at ease’ in his presence, “Lorraine, as efficient as ye are, I’m sure tha’ ye’ve reviewed the mission files an’ sech, aye?”
“Yessir,” she answered as quickly as she blinked, “at least to the extent as is allowed by my security clearance, sir.”
Jayzus, lass! Wha’ bit o’ at ease did ye no’ und’rstand? Mac took another pull from his mug, then leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. “An’ tha’s enough fer ye tae ‘ave an idea o’ wha’ lies ahead, I’d wager, aye,” he continued, adding as softly as he could manage, “I said ta be at ease, Lorraine.”
At first, when MacTavish had leaned forward, Lorraine had flinched; her first instinct, after all she’d heard of Commander Jack MacTavish, urged her to retreat farther into the chair behind her if nowhere else. When she realized, though, that he was smiling – or at least trying to smile – it also struck her that she wasn’t about to be on the receiving end of more of his notorious temper than she’d already sampled. The almost non-jump transformed into a nervous smile just before the young petty officer visibly relaxed. “Yes, sir,” she breathed before finally taking a long sip from her cup.
Well, fer th’ luv o’ heather an’ haggis, et wairked! Sure an’ if ye ain’t a genius, Chrisoph.
“Forgive me, sir,” Weatherly said, now cradling her teacup in both hands, a bit of the apprehension gone from her smile, “It’s just that you have… I was… Well, sir, you see, you have this…”
“Aye,” Jack nodded, “I ‘ave a wee bit of a reputation, I s’pose, as an arse, don’ I, then? An’, lass, I’ll be tha’ fairst ta tell ye tha’ I’ve earned ever’ last bit o’ et. Tha’ bein’ th’ case, Lorraine, an’ knowin’ tha’ ye we’re probably pr’pared fer me ta be th’ overbearin’ arse o’ an ogre ye’d ‘eard tell of, I’m sure ye’ve managed ta gather a bit more intel’n wha’ yer cleared for… jus’ onna off chance tha’ ol’ bastard Mac may be expectin’ ye ta pull it outta yer rosey bum, aye. An’ ere ye answer, Weatherly, dinnae go tryin’ ta blow smoke up me kilt, lass. Yer record cites ye as resourceful, diligent, an’ highly organized. Ef tha’ dinnae translate as crafty, cunnin’, an’ well pr’pared, regulations be damned, ye, lass, are sure an’ tagether onna wrong boat.”
Lorraine’s eyes went wide and she blushed, quickly trying to mask that fact by lifting her cup to her lips again. “Yessir,” she admitted after finding herself unable to take a sip, “I did… er… call in some favors in order to get a look at some of the… er…ah… more high-level files.” She finally managed to coax a hard swallow of the tea past her lips.
“Good lass,” Jack nodded, “I thought as much.” He studied her for a long moment, reading her as he would any tactical situation, for the all-revealing tells that let one uncover exactly what your enemy… opponent, Arevaci’s remembered voice corrected… knew and what they wanted you to think they knew. “So,” he continued after savoring a mouthful of his coffee, “ye do know wha’ lurks in wait fer us, aye… beyond th’ wairmhole?”
For a split-second, Lorraine’s smile hinted less at waivering anxiety and more at uncertainty and fear. “Yes,” she replied, almost whispering the word.
“An’ this bit aboot th’ dinner party an’ fussin’ aboot wi’ me uni’s an’ chasin’ me down willy nilly through th’ ship; tha’s yer way o’ tryin’ ta make et as near tae a ‘normal cruise’ fer th’ rest, aye?”
The yeoman’s reply, this time, was a faint nod and a pursing of her lips, followed by another choked swallow of her tea.
“Aye,” Jack said, “I figgered. An’ despite me takin’ yer ‘ead off fer askin’, lass, I think ye’ve go’ th’ right idea.” He tossed back another mouthful of coffee before rising out of his seat, shrugging out of his jacket, and striding to where Lorraine had laid out a crisp change of Command reds. “Fer th’ sake o’ morale, despite wha’ any o’ we lot may er may no’ be privy to, Weatherly, we’ve go’ tae treat this as ef t’were any other cruise…”
“Precisely, Captain,” she replied, blinking in astonishment and, with the sudden lack of inspirtation as to what else to do, took another sip of tea. This time, it didn’t go down her throat as if it were a rock.
“Pr’cisely Cap’n, my arse,” Mac barked, grinning at the same time. He snatched up the reds and made for the smaller of the suite’s rooms; “Finish yer bloody tea, lass. Then haul yer arse oota me Ready Room an’ set ta arrangin’ tha’ bloody welcome dinner o’ yers. Dinnae fergit ta invite th’ Romulans.”
“Yessir,” Weatherly beamed as MacTavish disappeared into the head to finally change into his reds, “Right away, sir.” The remainder of her tea slid down her throat in one swift, smooth gulp. She exchanged the now empty cup for the PADD she had placed on Mac’s desk and, more than a little relieved at the outcome of this meeting, swept toward the door. “Thank you, Captain,” she called.
“Shaddap an’ get ta wairk, Weatherly,” came the reply.
((OOC: Okay, this bit went on longer than I had planned but I can't bring myself to leave it out...  Updates for Rrowl, Valberg, and all the rest of you coming very soon... FYI, as of 0600 on 2374.09.01, all Cerberus crew will have an invitation to the "welcome dinner" (to be held in the lounge on 2374.09.02 at 1800 hours). Senior staff attendance is mandatory, Romulan contingent is "cordially invited" to attend. ))
Posted on 2007-12-11 at 14:45:43.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yay! Baby!
Or is that 'yeah, baby'? 
I know I owe a post here... and in CWWLLO... and will be cranking those out soon, I hope. End of last week was utter chaos and the weekend wasn't the best either. Hoping to finally catch up starting today. Apologies for my lag, baby or no.
Posted on 2007-12-10 at 13:00:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Apologies...
...for the "long silence" folks. Last week was a killer and the "aftermath" of all the difficulties consumed my weekend, as well. 
Hoping to get back up to speed, here, today and get the ball rolling again... as far as our Ops Chief goes: no one has laid claim to the role yet, of course, and, if none of our current players wants to "cross-train" and assume the role, we can whip up an NPC.  There is a Lt Duarte NPC whom I've assigned to Ops (he greeted the MACO squad earlier) feel free to use him as an OPS POC for the time being if necessary.
Posted on 2007-12-10 at 12:57:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Ahhhhh...
...choo!
Technically, 40% of the crew aboard any SF vessel has the necessary cross training to serve as medical personnel and a greater majority of the crews on any starship in the Federation are cross trained in other fields as well... just because your posted to TAC, for example, doesn't mean that you couldn't handle Ops or Conn or even Counseling for that matter.
Anyway, here's the thing: The Romulan contingent, envisioned as a contingent of no more than 6, were put on board as part of an 'exchange' between SF and the RSE - SF gets use of the cloaks for the mission into the GQ and, as a trade off, the RSE 'technicians' get to 'ride along' and observe (i.e. gather intel, etc, where appropriate). The contingent was conceptualized as being a group of 'technical advisors', and are not necessarily solely responsible for maintenance of the cloaks... Seeing as the RSE (along with the Cardassians) got their behinds handed to them the last time the made a trip into the GQ, I'd imagine that the Romulans (like Starfleet) would be more inclined to send 'expendables' through the wormhole as opposed to their 'best and brightest' - Hell Fleet gave command of one of the starships to a lowly commander with a lengthy record insubordination, violence, and complete disregard for politics and the other is headed up by a scarred, angry, and vengeful Captain with what some might perceive as a death wish...
Basically, the Romulans weren't originally expected to 'do much' other than bring the cloaks and be a burr in SF's butt (and depending on what actually transpires during the mission, either change the SF crews' 'low-opinion' of Romulans for the better or reaffirm the general consensus that they're arrogant, shifty, traitorous bastards who are not to be trusted ever and we don't care what SF or some paper alliance says... (this is the bit that I had inteded to leave up to the 'department head' of the Roms... are you there to help? are you there to sabotage? or are you just there because you were told to ride along and gather whatever intel you could 'just in case' Starfleet's mission succeeds and the Cerberus and Charon, by some chance, actually make it back? Are you funnelling intel back to the RSE and/or the Tal Shiar? Etc? Etc? Etc?)
So, basically, I guess, what I'm saying is, the Romulans really weren't envisioned in having a huge role in day-to-day operations aboard the ships (though, it may come to that on the other side of the wormhole) - they're more of a sub-plot unto themselves, really (can they/should they be trusted? Is the alliance a true collaboration or is it, as many SF personnel believe, simply political posturing and not worth the 'paper it's written on'? Etc...)... I just don't want to see the entire Romulan contingent filled up with PCs who might just find themselves bored to tears because they're way over qualified for a "suicide mission" into no-man's land/enemy territory... additionally, it's not outside the realm of possibility that some characters are gonna get killed before all is said and done... both Fleet and RSE... something to bear in mind.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 19:12:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Bzzzt! Wrong answer!
Not true... SF Engineering crew are capable of repairing/maintaining cloaks... they've been doing it for sometime abaord the Defiant and have experimented with cloak technology of their own over the "course of history". The thing is that SF never saw a use for cloaks as their use "rubbed the wrong way" against the accepted values and exploratory nature of Starfleet and the UFP... With the onset of the Dominion War, however, SF saw a viable need/practical application for cloak technology and, rather than hack away at their own resources to develop/field their own versions, they 'bartered' with the RSE to borrow the technology...
Genius among geniuses, eh? Hmmmm... someone's gonna be board as heck on a battleship.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 18:30:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Actually...
...unless they get stuffed into a torpedo tube, that's where all the Romulans will stay other than when they need to board Charon for installation/maintenance of the cloak, etc. Quarters for the entire Romulan continget will "permanently" be aboard Cerberus (primarily due to space - Charon's a smaller ship w/ a smaller crew... more space on Cerberus = most logical place to house the Romulans. )
Now, that's not to say that the Roms will never board Charon - they most definitely will - just that "home" for them during the mission is going to be aboard Cerberus.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 18:09:47.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Stuff, stuff, and mo' stuff...
Brianna - what kind of extra info did you need? I recall e-mailing the Dominion War stuff out and have referenced the Memory Alpha website as being a great resource for timeline/location info encompassing all of the Trek Universe. If you're looking for specific events in Top McQueen's lifetime, most recently and prior to the onset of the Dominion War, there was the 2nd Federation-Klingon War (technically a precursor/catalyst) to the Dominion War... before that there was a Borg incursion or two that your Marines might have had some experiences in, etc... Prior to that (in MSgt McQueen's lifetime, anyway) there have been very few 'major conflicts' in Federation space that would be considered too awful 'far-reaching' - I guess, in other words, feel free to 'create' some history or events that your character might have been involved in (if it's too far fetched or woudln't match up with the universe 'as is' somebody will surely catch it and help make any adjustments)... As far as the Marines are concerned, though, the key thing to remember is that, up until just a few years back, the Federation has been relatively peaceful and 'war' hasn't been much of a factor (training, small tactical deployments, posts aboard starships, etc, are all possibilities).
Now, as far as Special Forces in the Marines goes - 'modern day' Marine Corps 'special forces' would be Force Recon and, IMO, it's likely that the Recon teams would have been a carry over into SF Marines - in fact, my original concept of the jarheads aboard Cerberus was that they likely were a Recon (or, specialized, if you prefer) platoon as opposed to your "average, run of the mill, every day, infantry platoon" (don't know that someone would've given up an 'elite post' to attach to a bunch of phaser-eatin' ground-pounders, you know, and, given the destination and scope of our mission, it's doubtful that a 'standard' infantry platoon would've been tapped for it...
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 17:42:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Oko...
...I got her Bio/Background for her Rommie Lt via PM. Looks good.
Posted on 2007-12-07 at 17:28:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: P.S.
I can address the "change of plans" or "splitting of the troops" in my next post if you want... wrap it all up in a nice neat little bow.
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 19:06:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Cool...
... that being the case, we've got Alpha Squad only abaord until DS9. Guess that makes Taggart and his Squad the 'bunk nannies'... er... I mean... advance team in charge of squaring away the post.
Make it so, #1.
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 19:04:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Great start!
looking good, Dev.
FYI I had the Science Dept aboard Cerberus figured to be in the neighborhood of 16 crew... Smallish department, really, but will likely have plenty to do... anyway, with the roster you've proposed, there, you're pretty close to what I had figured.
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 18:50:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Crew compliments...
Yep... a Steamrunner's average sized crew is 228 and a Saber typically runs with right around 60.
Now, I read somewhere that in rescue/evac situations a Steamrunner could support a full crew plus 2000-2500 'evacuees' given conversion of shuttle and cargo bays, etc... I don't expect we'll get anywhere near a full evac load, though
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 16:14:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Oooooooh... questions!
Hooray! It’s Question and Answer time!!! Gather round kiddies! Everyone got your cookies and milk? Phasers set to stun? Good, let’s begin shall we?
Q:What's the total staff under Security on the Cerberus... if I can get a number I'll get fancy and whip up a full roster and detail outline for our... guests
A: My original estimation of TAC/SEC’s crew compliment was, as Olan stated, around 40… Of course, I had 16 folks in Intel (which I think is a bit much, now, and have since pared that dept down to a max of 6) and a generous 8 slots given over to Diplomatic Corps (that’s pared down, too)… anyway, I based my original numbers on an “average crew compliment” then divvied it all up by percentages so 40 is not set in stone.
Here are my thoughts… TAC has 6 officers (CTO, aCTO, TO (x4)) and 14 enlisted – so 20 crew designated TAC. SEC has 4 (?) officers (CSEC, aSEC, SEC (x2)) and 32 enlisted, giving us a total of 36 SEC dedicated crew. As a whole, that’s 56 bodies in TAC/SEC plus TAC can pull from Intel and SEC can pull from the MACO troops where necessary. Yes, MACO, essentially have their own mission parameters and fall under the command of their own CO, but, they don’t ‘ride for free’… a lazing marine is a worthless marine, right?... so, if you’re a MACO grunt and you’re not training, on liberty, or otherwise officially engaged in productive activity, you’ve got duties aboard the ship, as well… typically Security detail.
Q:How long after Operation Return is this taking place?
A: Right around 6 months or so, I think… Betazed was overrun less than two weeks ago, game time.
Q: Is there a room number for the Romulan command officers or do I make it up?
A:Probably, but it’s not a major element…Romulan Officers will be in the “Guest Quarters” on Deck 3… room number format will probably be something like “03 010” (Deck 3 Room 10)
Q: Are Sienae and S'Talon going to be in the same room?
A: Only if they want to be  … each will have their own room… junior officers might have “room mates”, NCOs typically share quarters, and enlisteds are more or less required to do so.
Q: Where is sickbay from the room?
A: Sickbay is on Deck 4… there are “aid stations” throughout the ship
Q: Where is the officer's lounge?
A: Only one Lounge… on deck 5… all ranks allowed
Q: Should the marines and their NCO Master Sgt already be on board?
A: Not necessarily at this point… although Sgt Taggart and the Alpha Squad portion of your platoon has arrived, even they didn’t show up until after the Roms did (Roms came on board around 10… Alpha squad showed up @ 1345 (1:45 pm))… Technically, the Marines don’t have to report until 0900 “tomorrow”.
I think that covers most everything… If I missed something or anyone wants to haggle, just lemme know. 
Posted on 2007-12-05 at 15:44:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Welcome the CSO
All righty, thanks to some enthusiastic recruitment, we've managed to land a Chief Science Officer for the Cerberus.
"Lt Solus" will be played by brand-spanking-new Innmate, Devalero. Make him feel welcome, won't ya?
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 20:59:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Back to the XO and CFCO
Stardate: 2371.08.31
USS Cerberus – Deck 1, Captain’s Ready Room – 1856 hours
“I would suggest giving our distinguished guests an armed escort while they are aboard this ship,” Sitok had proffered upon being informed of the Romulan presence aboard the ship.
Mac picked up on the well-masked condescension in Sitok's voice, offered the Vulcan a faint smile and a slow nod of the head; “No need ta suggest et, Sitok. Et’s a’ready been done. The Roms’re cleared fer access ta wha’ they’ll need an’ wha’ protocol says they’re entitled ta bu’ we’ll be keepin’ ‘em buttoned doon, fairly tight.”
((P’Tammah’s entry, etc, goes here))
“A pleasure to meet and serve with you I'm sure.” Sitok said to Vaela, offering a subtle inclination of his head as Mac reintroduced the CFCO.
“Charmed,” was the simple reply from P’Tammah before the fair-skinned Andorian took her seat…
Aenar, something in Mac’s mind corrected before he continued on, laying out what he expected of the Flight Control department to the silver-haired woman.
((Mac’s “spiel” to P’Tammah starts here))
“Sir,” Sitok interjected, likely hoping that doing so now would be better than waiting for MacTavish to finish with the helmswoman, “I have much work to catch up on if I'm to be ready for the crew's arrival at 900 tomorrow. With your permission, I would like to have that meeting with the senior officers and the Romulan contingent at 1000 hours tomorrow.”
“Aye, Sitok,” Mac nodded, his gaze shifting from Andorian (Aenar) to Vulcan once again, “I’m sure ye do. I’ll let ye at et, then. Go ‘head an’ schedule tha’ meetin’ wi’ th’ senior staff an’ th’ Romulans an’ send th’ details oot ta those consairned when ye’ve finished.”
“Thank you, sir,” Sitok offerend a slight but respectful bow, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Aye,” Mac replied, watching his XO file out of the ready room, “G’night, Commander. Good tae ‘ave ye abaird, lad.”
((backposts if Sitok has anything else… otherwise, feel free to coordinate that meeting Jenth))
Mac’s steel-hued eyes ticked back to Vaela before the door to the ready room had whispered closed in the XO’s wake… Ye were askin’ aboot her experience wi’ cloaks… “Right, then” he nodded marginally, “back tae it… ‘ave ye any experience wi’ mannin’ th’ ‘elm of a cloaked ship?”
“Cloaked, sir?” Vaela’s antennae twitched a bit just before she answered, “No, I only have experience with flying cloaked ships in simulators. But Captain, as far as I’m aware the only cloaked vessels are the Defiant and Sao Paolo.”
“Of course,” she added after a moment’s thought and with a broad grin, “if you’re suggesting that the Cerberus now has a functional cloak, then I think I’d enjoy flying her even more than usual.”
Mac returned her enthusiastic smile with an almost wolfish grin of his own. “Tha’s exactly wha’ I’m suggestin’, lass. A’least th’ theng should be functional ere we cut the umbilicals an’ leave th’ dock b’hind us. Be sure tha’ yer crew’s aware o’ th’ fact an’ tha’ they all spend some time inna simulators picking through th’ fine points, aye?”
MacTavish hadn’t expected a response to that question… in his mind it was a rhetorical one, anyway, and, given P’Tammah’s record, he was sure she was already adjusting whatever plans she had prepared for her department to include those simulation routines… nor did he wait for her to reply. Instead, the Cerberus’ CO continued on with his spiel. When he ended with; “I’ll no’ ‘ave anyone snoozin’ a’ th’ CONN an’ gettin’ us, ever’one, rendered ta dust fer a nanosecond’s ‘esitation…” P’Tammah didn’t hesitate.
“Have no fear, Sir. Whoever is manning the helm with me will do you proud, and if they are ever caught ‘snoozin’ they’ll have me to deal with,” Vaela replied with a playful wink.
“Now Captain, what I need from you are my access codes…”
“O’ course,” he chuckled, one hand drifting to a panel inset in his desk and shunting the required codes to the PADD she had deposited in front of him a short time ago. P’Tammah’s exhuberance and her slightly playful demeanor reminded him somewhat of a certain Ensign Llafet he had once served with aboard the Discovery and, as Llafet was called to mind, Mac couldn’t help but think that, with P’Tammah at the helm, this cruise would likely be all the more interesting. “There ye are, Lieutenant,” he said, sliding the PADD back across the desk, “All yer codes an’ protocols’re loaded an’ I’ve dumped th’ specs fer th’ cloak fer ye, as well. Ye’ll be wantin’ ta familiarize yerself wi’ tha’, I’m sure.”
((anything here… if nothing other than, ‘thank you, I guess I should get to work’…))
“Yer office, ye’ve prob’ly discovered by now, is on Deck 4,” Jack nodded after Vaela retrieved the PADD and made to take her leave, “an’ ye’ve likely been assigned quarters on Deck 3. If ye’ve go’ any consairns, lass, dinnae ‘esitate ta bring ‘em ta me er Commander Sitok.” He rose from his seat, finally, and extended a hand to the blue-skinned woman; “If there’s nothin’ else fer ye, then, lass,” he said, “I’ll bid ye a good evenin’ an’ll see ya a’ t’morra’s staff meetin’ if no’ sooner.”
((OOC: After P’Tammah leaves, Mac will be ‘alone’ in his RR, again, and, given the hour, likely thinking about dinner and ‘taking a bit of a break’… ))
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 19:57:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: "Entertainment" and Bunks
There is a holodeck and a handful of holosuites as well as other recreational facilities on Deck 5.
As a MACO non-comm (Sgt or higher) you have the option of bunking in NCO quarters (shared with two or three other non-comms and also located on Deck 5) or bunking in the barracks with your squad... if you're the leader of one of the fireteams, bunking in the barracks with the rest of your team would make the most sense, I think. All MACO personnel of rank Cpl or lower are required to bunk in the barracks. (Rapid deployment, readiness, esprit de corps, and all of that, you know?)...
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 17:48:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: The Marines are landing
Stardate: 2371.08.31
USS Cerberus – Deck 4; Shuttlebay (Flight Deck) – 1345 hours
“…lets find out where we get to sleep on this s***hole.”
Lt Duarte looked up from the PADD as the distinctive MACO banter spilled from the now open hatch of the recently landed Type 9B shuttle and watched as a SSgt and another dozen or so Marines pounded onto the deck of the shuttlebay. “Heh,” he grinned as the riflesquad fell into formation and the dark-haired Staff Sergeant stomped his way, “Looks like the Marines have landed.”
“Fireteam Alpha reporting, sir,” the SSgt barked, snapping a salute as he came to attention just a few feet shy of Duarte.
“At ease, Staff Sergeant,” the Ops Lt nodded, his eyes skimming the PADD and locating the file on Cerberus’ MACO attachment… Here we go… Platoon 3626-178 Delta; Alpha Squad; that’d make you… “Taggart. We weren’t expecting you so soon.”
“We're always early, sir,” Taggart snapped back, “which can turn out rather unfortunate in a battle.” Taggart’s men chuckled behind him and a wry smile curled the corners of Duarte’s mouth, too.
“From what I hear about Captain MacTavish,” he grinned, “he’ll be glad to know that. Welcome aboard the Cerberus, Marine.”
“Thank you, sir,” Taggart said, “now, where do we unpack?”
Lt Duarte pointed in the direction a forward corner of the shuttlebay. There was a cargo-lift there that, up until yesterday, had lowered into Cargo Bay 2. As of 1115 today, though, Cargo Bay 2 had been reconfigured to serve as the barracks and muster/mess hall for the MACO platoon. “There’s a barracks for your platoon on Deck 5,” he said, indicating the lift, “that Cargo Drop’ll take you right to it.”
“Your help is appreciated,” Taggart nodded faintly and, Duarte couldn’t help but notice that the man seemed to be sweating despite the shuttlebay’s regulated temperature, “How can I find out when our MACO is on board?”
The Ops Lieutenant looked glanced at the PADD, once more. “As I said, Staff Sergeant,” he offered, “I don’t think that Ops was really expecting you guys until tomorrow morning – at least that was the schedule I was given – so, I’m guessing that, at the latest, Captain Caide will be arriving at 0900 tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll know where to find you when he boards.”
((assuming Taggart’s okay with that answer))
Duarte made a note to tack a notification on to the Platoon CO’s welcome file, making a note of the time of Alpha Squad’s arrival and the disposition of the facilities. “Anything else I can do for you, Marine?”
“One final thing,” came the reply, “where's the nearest alcohol? I need a drink.”
Of course you do, Duarte grinned, belying the inward chuckle, If you jarheads aren’t shooting phasers, you’re shooting tequila. Well earned liberty, these days, I’m sure. “You’ll find the Lounge on deck 5, as well, Staff Sergeant Taggart,” he smiled, “not too far from the barracks, in fact. I don’t have anyone staffing it, just yet, but I’ll see to it that the replicators are online for you and your boys.”
Lt Duarte returned the salute rendered by SSgt Taggart and, as the Marine turned back to his squad, Duarte returned to his inspection of the shuttlebay’s loadout.
((Aaaand there you have it… the first third of our Marine contingent is aboard and, it appears, their Squad Leader is headed for the NCO Club… guess that means the Lounge is officially open.  ))
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 17:41:44.
Edited on 2007-12-04 at 17:54:24 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Finishing up with the Romulans
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Transporter Room 2 – 1010 hours
“Thank you, Captain MacTavish, I see we see eye to eye,” the Centurion had said as Mac strode for the hatch.
Er so et would appear, MacTavish noted without slowing his pace or even looking back at her, bu’ yer lot’s a’ways been keen on appearances no’ marryin’ up ta wha’s truth, ‘aven’t they.
“Since my techs have gone with the cloaking devices,” Sienae continued, as the doors whisked away into the bulkheads, “their duffles need to be delivered to Deck 5 and their designated quarters. I do not think you want them wandering about the ship trying to find their way back here.”
“Et’s no’ a big ship, Centurion, nor is et some bloody hotel on Risa,” he rumbled in reply, slowly turning to regard Sienae, “I’m sure yer lads’re more’n capable o’ shootlin’ their own gear ta their bunks an’, should they wander aboot where they’re no’ s’posed ta be, LtCdr Rrowl an’ Lt Valberg’s crew’ll be keen ta set ‘em back on course.”
His gaze panned toward the looming kzinti; “Would tha’ be a proper assumption, Mester Rrowl?”
((assuming an affirmative of some sort))
“Aye,” Mac nodded, “I’d figgered’s much.”
Mac’s gaze drifted back to the Romulan woman and her fireplug of a second. He had purposely ignored her interjections through the course of his ‘welcome speech’ but they had not gone unheard. The point-ears would need intra-ship communications with the Cerberus and her crew… his fingers lifted to tap his combadge; “MacTavish ta Ops.”
=/\=Operations; Ensign Wade, here. What can I do for you, Captain,=/\= came the reply.
“I’ve go’ six Romulans abaird tha’ need communications, Wade,” Mac answered, “Make et ‘appen.”
=/\=Aye, sir. Let me coordinate with engineering and I’ll get them localized and sync their com units, right away. Give me fifteen minutes.=/\=
“Acknowledged,” Mac said, closing the channel. “There ye ‘ave et, Centurion. Ye’ll ‘ave yer communications en fifteen.
Mester Rrowl,” he said, turning now, and continuing out of the transporter room, “When ye’ve finished wi’ wha’ ye need ta do, I’ll see ye in me ready room.” The Kzinti likely felt ambushed by the arrival of the Romulans and, for his part, Mac felt as if the big rug needed an explanation, if not an apology, for not having been notified sooner.
((leaving the “when’s and where’s” of Rrowl’s meeting with Mac up to Olan… Mac’s now gone from TR 2... forthcoming posts to catch up Sitok, P'Tammah, and the gyrines... possibly one from Charon's CEO, as well. ))
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 16:32:08.
Edited on 2007-12-04 at 17:40:19 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Too many chiefs not enough indians?
I've been reviewing the crew roster a bit and have noticed that we've got a whole heapin' helpin' of Lt Commanders floating around... not that that's neccessarily a bad thing, mind you, buuuuut...
("aww, man, ya knew he was gonna say 'but'."
"yeah, eol's got a thing about 'buts'."
"but what?")
...but, aboard these two ships, I think the ratio of "high ranking" officers would be just a bit smaller... Probably moreso abaord the Cerberus as she's a "new ship/new crew" type (not to mention her CO is technically only a Commander himself). Anyhoo, I may do a little bit of "rank juggling" just to 'level things out' a little bit. Keep in mind that none of it is intended as an 'offense' in any way, shape or form and, it's likely not going to be a broad swath of demotions or anything... just a tweak here and there.
Keep in mind that "Dept heads" really only need to be as high in rank as Lt. Aboard the Cerberus, especially, this is liable to be the 'standard' to start out with. Heck, Fleet couldn't even get a full Captain to take command of her.
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 14:22:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: We live...
The delay is partly my fault, I think. I've got some replies that need posted and such but the past few days - having been consumed by a case of the icks, end of the month metrics, company holiday parties, etc - being what they were, I've not had a lot of opportunities to play "catch up"... Working on that today.
As far as a lounge, each ship has one located on deck 5. Neither is as 'grand' as 10 Forward, of course... we're just small gunboats, after all...
Posted on 2007-12-04 at 13:50:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Quick update...
As noted in the Charon recruitment thread, there will be Marines (at least one squad) posted to the Charon.
Also, edited my previous post to add DMs marine character... I "busted her down" to GySgt, DM, just to keep things level... besides, what's a Marine platoon without a Gunny? Dead before the boots hit the dirt, Devil Dog!
Posted on 2007-11-30 at 13:47:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Belay that, Marine!
After having a captain's conference, it has been decided that in times of war (and especially give our mission), a squad or two of marines aboard any ship would very likely be standard. Sooooo, there will be Jarheads posted on the Charon as well as on the Cerberus.... Figure the platoon has three squads of three fireteams (12 Marines), each (Alpha, Beta, Gamma)... One squad aboard Charon and two on Cerberus perhaps?
Posted on 2007-11-30 at 13:36:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Good place for Trek info and timeline stuff
There is mondo-huge wiki devoted to Trek info at Memory Alpha that can be used to find places that your Marines might have served. Given the current timeframe of the game, your most recent postings/assignments would probably have been related to the Second Federation-Klingon War (2372-2373) and most recently, early engagements in the start of the Dominion War (Memory Alpha has detailed info on both of these conflicts, of course). Prior to that, look at possible training deployments, posts aboard starships, bases, etc... Maybe your unit has even made excursions into the Gamma Quadrant before (hence your particular platoon being assigned to this mission to begin with)... The Wormhole to the Gamma quadrant was 'discovered' in 2369 (shortly after the Cardassian Occupation of Bajor ended and the Federation took control of DS9) and there was some initial exploration of the Gamma Quadrant in the following year or so before the first encounter with the Dominion and their Jem'hadar soldiers.
As far as coming aboard goes... Cerberus is still in spacedock at Starbase 10 and will be there for the next 3 days (game time), pleanty of time left for the MACO unit to board before we ship out to DS9. My recommendation, honestly, since we've picked up a CO for the MACO group, is to coordinate with those players and determine where/when the Marines will board (be it at SB 10, en route to DS9, or after Cerberus arrives at DS9 - all valid possibilities)... I imagine that all non-comms (i.e. enlisted personnel) would arrive as a group (unless, just prior to this assignment they were on leave/liberty and received orders to report). The officers may arrive ahead of, along with, or after the platoon, of course... here's the MACO contingent as it stands right now:
Platoon CO - Capt Jasper Caide - Vesper
Platoon Command NCO - MSgt Brianna McQueen - Brianna
Alpha Squad Leader/Fireteam Alpha 1 Team leader - SSgt James Taggart - Suicidolt
Beta Squad Leader/Fireteam Beta 1 Team Leader - GySgt Rhiannon McQueen - Dragon Mistress
Chatter amongst yourselves is encouraged where the MACO detachment arrival is concerned... you guys are the unit, after all, and, as such, likely travel/live/work together.
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 19:40:11.
Edited on 2007-11-30 at 13:44:25 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: P.S. Brianna
Andy Dick is an "actor/comedian" who has played in a god-awful amount of TV shows and movies. Kind of an annoying chap, IMO, regardless of what role he's playing but, also, disturbingly funny at times... Cerberus' EMH will likely also have it's programming altered a bit to not look like him. He's a hologram, after all, I don't think he'll mind... heck, if he ends up like the holo doc on Voyager and develops a 'personality' of his own, he may even be grateful.
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 18:26:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: NPC pick up?
Ummmm... pick the character, show me a writing sample, and let me know the username (I'm assuming Oko?).
Following that, I'll add permissions to the game thread.
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 18:21:04.
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