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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Attention Marines...
...in regards to the MACO detatchment's disposition aboard Cerberus... Cargo Bay 1 on Deck 5 is being converted to accomodate a troop barracks, muster/mess hall, and a "double-wide" personnell transporter (designated Transporter Room 3). Non-comm Marines are billeted in the barracks, your platoon CO (Capt Jasper Caide - Vesper) and XO (NPC/Unfilled), will have quarters on deck 3. 
Note: this technically falls in line with the LCL variant of the Steamrunner per ACTD specs linked on the first post of this thread; however, as deployed, the Cerberus is still a CLU variant... the barracks, etc, and addition/conversion of existing shuttles to troop-landers is in progress at SB 10 and is likely to continue (at least shuttle refit efforts) en route to DS9.
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 18:13:59.
Edited on 2007-11-29 at 18:18:57 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Marines...
...will be posted aboard Cerberus as the Steamrunner is better suited for troop landing operations and, being larger, more easily configurable for housing the platoon. The Charon is filling the scout/escort/fire-support role and, while it's not impossible that MACO troops may shuttle/beam between Cerberus and Charon as necessary, the unit itself is 'based' on Cerberus.
Unless, of course, Brom determines that there is room aboard the Charon and/or he'd like to have part of the unit aboard. 
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 17:45:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Don't fergit...
...'bout yer 'hilljack' CEO, ya'll.
"Hand me yonder duct-tape, Ensign. This here conduit's done gone an' sprunged a leak."
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 15:35:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Olan
I think he was going to be 'out of pocket' until this coming weekend.
I've been in limbo myself the past couple of days... fighting off the flu, I think... should have some sort of updates for this one (and the rest of my games) very soon.
Posted on 2007-11-29 at 14:12:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Well gokk-bonk-it!!!
I knew I'd forgotten someone! 
No worries, Van... we'll make sure that Alacrity keeps his priorities in proper order and tends to family first... we won't even give him a hard time if he has to skip a post or three. We might do horrendous things to Tier, of course,..."Dammit! I've got this doomaflotchy stuck in the gokk-bonking replicator slot again!"... but we'll leave Roger alone. 
Posted on 2007-11-26 at 17:25:46.
Edited on 2007-11-26 at 17:28:01 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Nudge
This game is still recruiting, so, if you've even got a passing interest in any position aboard either the Cerberus or the Charon, feel free to post here (or on Brom's Charon Staff Fulfillment thread)... At the time of this writing, the positions we've got filled are as follows:
Cerberus
- Commanding Officer - Cdr Jack MacTavish (Eol)
- XO (First Officer) - Cdr Sitok (Jenth)
- Chief Tactical Officer - Lt Cdr Rrowl (Olan)
- Chief Security Officer - Lt Cdr Valberg (Kaelyn)
- Chief Flight Control Officer - Lt P'Tammah (Ginafae)
- Cheif Engineering Officer - Lt Steward Tier (Alacrity)
- MACO Commanding Officer - Lt ??? (Vesper ???)
- MACO Command NCO??? - MSgt McQueen??? (Brianna ???)
- MACO Alpha Squad Leader - SSgt Taggart (suicidolt)
- Diplomatic Officer - Christoph Arevaci (Rystefn K'ryll)
- Chief Medical Officer - Lt. Cdr Jon Hash (Bromern Sal)
- Commander of the Romulan Contingent - Centurion Knialmnae (DragonMistress)
Charon
- Commanding Officer - Captain Kelsey Gavison (Brom)
- XO - Cdr Jonathon Fletcher (Olan)
- Chief Tactical/Security Officer - Lt Cdr Talon (ye Olde)
- Chief Engineering Officer - Lt Cdr (???) Ben Jones (Eol)
- Chief Medical Officer - ??? (Drizzts ???)
Did I miss any?  Anyhoo... as you can see, plenty of "large role" and "small role" slots available on both ships.
Posted on 2007-11-26 at 17:13:02.
Edited on 2007-11-28 at 06:17:03 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Emergency Medical Hologram
Yes indeed, the Cerberus and the Charon are both equipped with an EMH Mk II (this is the EMH that has the unfortunate programming that makes it look like Andy Dick ) Pending the arrival of Cerberus' medical staff, the EMH is available if necessary... I had imagined, though, that there might be some SB10 Medical personnel aboard in the interim, as well - running diagnostics, stocking the med labs and sickbay, tending to those injuries/illnesses that might result from any of the numerous tasks that are being done in prep for the Cerberus' launch, etc... Feel free to proceed as you see fit (either 'temporary medical staff' or EMH) should you need to visit the infirmary.
And, that was me, DM, that had mentioned something about picking up a Romulan NPC... if you have some input re: Talon and Sienae, feel free to PM that my way... don't want to go a different direction with the 'relationship' that the two might have if you've already got something congealing.
Posted on 2007-11-26 at 13:51:36.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I blame too much food...
...and too many gershdern Christmas lights. Have something for you soon.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 22:52:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Ach! They're early!
Stardate:2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Deck 6; Outside Main Engineering – 0945 hours
=/\=Commander Rrowl and Captain MacTavish, =/\= a voice that MacTavish had not heard before sounded over his commbadge, =/\=Lt Commander Karl Valberg reporting in a bit early, sirs. Looking forward to seeing what this puppy’s got behind her wet ears.=/\=
Valberg, Mac repeated, calling the man’s dossier up from his memory, recently o’ DS9… ‘as seen ‘is share o’ action, ef I recall… right, me SEC chief.
He tapped his commbadge. “There’s nae such a theng as early on this cruise, Valberg,” he replied, “I’m sure ye’ll no’ ave a problem locatin’ yer post, lad. Grab a towel an’ set ta dryin’ this puppies ears, as ye say. Welcome abaird.”
I’ll ‘ave ta remember ta catch up wi’ ‘im a bit later, MacTavish noted as he proceeded through the doors to Main Engineering.
(previous post in ENG goes here)
Once again, outside Main Engineering – 1005 hours
Mac had fallen back into reviewing the Cerberus’ crew roster as he stalked back out of Engineering. His intent had been to visit decks 5 and 4 on his way back to the Bridge, making sure that everything was in order for the platoon of Marines who were scheduled to report aboard before the Steamrunner deployed for DS9. A section of the NCO quarters on Deck 5 would need to be configured to serve as a barracks for the MACO fireteams and at least one of the Type 10 shuttles in the bay would have to be configured for troop landing operations…
=/\=Bridge to Captain MacTavish!=/\= It was Rrowl and the big Kzinti didn’t sound happy.
MacTavish stopped and tapped his own commbadge; “MacTavish.”
=/\=Captain,=/\= Mac could almost hear the turbulence lashed into the air by Rrowl’s angrily swishing tail, =/\= a Romulan warbird has decloaked within threatening range and demanded to be allowed to beam a contingent aboard this vessel!=/\=
Son of a… a’ready?!?! Mac stormed back towards the Engineering hatch. Jus’ like a fargin’ virus, he groused inwardly, e’en when ye know et’s comin’ yer ne’er rightly prepared when et gets there!
“Acknowledged, Commander,” he replied as the stomped back into ENG, “I was no’ expectin’ th’ bastards s’early but they were expected. Pr’pare a reception fer ‘em, Rrowl, an’ authorize th’ transpairt ta TR2.” He knew that Rrowl would interpret ‘reception’ as armed security detail, of course, but he also knew that the Kzinti’s opinion of the Romulans was perhaps even lower than his own. As much as he would have loved to allow it; “Dinnae gut a one of ‘em ere I get there, Commander. I’m on me way! MacTavish oot.”
MacTavish prowled towards the railing that overlooked the Engineering floor. “Figura,” he barked, “yer bloody twelve hours’ve passed! Get me a fargin’ detail fer th’ cloaks ta Transpairter Room Two onna dooble!”
“Aye, sir,” came the reply from somewhere below. Had the doors hissed shut behind him a nanosecond sooner, Mac would not have heard it at all.
Transporter Room 2 – 1009 hours
“…Your Name, Lt. Commander,” the Romulan woman, a Centurion in rank by the insignia on her collar, demanded of Rrowl as Mac strode through the hatch to the transporter room, “I would appreciate knowing who I am working with,” she lightly stressed the words ‘working with’. “I would like to see our cargo safely stored, then I wish to see whomever is in charge of Security about the guard duty roster and finally quarters for my staff.”
“Tha’d be Lt Commander Rrowl,” Jack chuffed, struggling to unclench his jaw as he interposed himself between the Romulan woman and the Kzinti. Appearances may have indicated that MacTavish had done so solely to volley the RSE’s well documented intimidation tactics back at the Centruion and, while that may have been a part of it all, a bigger motivator for the move was to keep his CTO from ripping the point-ear’s gullet open and eating her heart before moving on to the rest of her crew. “He’d be me Chief TAC. Me SEC Chief,” he continued flatly, gesturing to the giant of a norseman who stood nearby without taking his steel-eyed gaze from the woman, “is Lt Valberg, there, an’ he’ll pr’vide ye wi’ th’ duty roster as I tell ‘im ta do so an’ as ye need ta know, Arrain Khnialmnae. Ops’s arranged quarters fer yerself an’ Erie Arrain D’mora on Deck 3. The rest o’ yer crew, I’m afraid’ll ‘ave ta make due wi’ a shared billet on Deck 5.
As ta yer cargo,” MacTavish lifted one hand, no higher then his waist, and made a sharp sweeping gesture towards the cloaking devices that the Romulans had brought aboard – Ensign Figura and three other gold-jumpsuited techs that had followed him into the transporter room moved to load the equipment onto a grav-sled – “Those arrangements’ve been made’s well.
Mester Valberg!”
((assuming a ‘Yessir!’))
“Assign two o’ yer lads ta accomp’ny these cloaks an’ whoms’e’er Centurion Knialmnae designates ta Main Engineerin’. As th’ device tha’s s’posed ta be installed on Cerberus is offloaded, deliver th’ other ta a secured location an’, coordinatin’ wi’ Centurion Knialmnae’s lads, o’ course, establish a joint security detail ta bee-behset th’ bloody theng. Once ye’ve completed tha’, see Mester Rrowl an’ th’ two o’ ye address any other tactical er security considerations tha’ he may deem appropriate.”
((anything from anyone as Valberg and crew leave the transporter room w/ cloaks in tow))
MacTavish’s eyes still had yet to waver from Sienae’s narrowed, yet, somehow patient, gaze. She had been expecting this sort of thing, he was sure. As smug and prissy as the Romulans were it didn’t necessarily make them stupid. An empire the size of the one they lorded over wasn’t the result of luck and folly…Nae, no’ stupid, he mused with an inward sneer, bu’ treacherous, conivin’, an’ a’ways onna lookout fer a way ta twest thengs ta their advantage… power players ta th’ last. “There ye be, lass,” he rumbled as the door to the transporter room whisked shut behind the Starfleet and Romulan personnel who had been sent off with the cloaks, “situation managed. Me name’s MacTavish an’ I’m the commandin’ officer o’ this fine vessel. I remind ye o’ this b’cause the way ye beamed abaird an’ started bandyin’ orders aboot ta me 2O, it’d give th’ impression tha’ ye think ye’ve go’ some kinda power here. Rest assured, Centurion, tha’ this is no’ th’ case.
Me orders state tha’ I must ‘ave ye abaird me ship – which, I imagine, is part an’ parcel inna ‘trade off’ fer yer cloaks – an’ tha’, whilst on baird this fine Starfleet vessel, yer entitled ta th’ respect an’ privileges befittin’ yer rank. They dinnae state, ‘owever, tha’ I’m ta tolerate any o’ yer bollocks er bullyin’ o’ me crew an’ they dinnae state tha’ I’ve go’ ta like et. I will wairk wi’ ye, Centurion, bu’ I’ll no’ ‘ave ye tryin’ ta wheedle yer Romulan ‘ooks inta me mission… ef et comes ta tha’, rest assured tha’ I’ll personally stuff ye, yer second, an’ the rest o’ yer crew inna nearest torpedo launcher an’ ‘ave Mester Rrowl launch ye inta th’ black.”
Mac finally allowed a rather mirthless smile to form on his heretofore stoneset features. “Pleas’ntries aside,” he growled, “welcome abaird th’ Cerberus, Centurion. I trust I’ll be seein’ ye once ye’ve settled in.”
((OOC: Mac will, of course, leave it at that and go on about his day at this point. The Centurion is welcome to catch up with him as she sees fit... more to come it appears. ))
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 17:31:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Lookit us go!
Woot! I know it's always nice to get a project out of the way so, yay Brom!
Also, no worries about the delays and being busy, folks, especially not right at this very minute. Like I've said before, I didn't expect us to be going full steam just yet, anyway - though I am impressed by the amount of posts we've gotten out there already. As far as my own delays go... I blame Thanksgiving weekend and the "standard stuff" that goes on around my house at that time - eat till ya can't stand, drag out Christmas decorations, spend four days hanging lights, putting up the tree, hanging more lights, decorating the house, hanging more lights, etc.... Another paragraph or two though and that post is done!
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 13:35:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: *griiiiins*
Hey Brom... gimme a CMO and I'll put ya a CEO aboard the Charon.
DM... let me know your friend's name... or have them post their interest here...
Finally... a rather lengthy Mac post addressing Valberg's coming aboard, the arrival of the Romulans, etc, is almost done...
Posted on 2007-11-24 at 15:54:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Right back at ya!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, as well.
Post in progress, btw.
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 17:14:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Stand by...
...I'll be posting Mac's reply to Rrowl by tomorrow at the latest and it will all become clear, then. ATM, we're all in the same general timeframe, anyway, so it's all good.
Oh, and that's Olan as Rrowl... not Grugg.
Kae, yeah, you'd think so from the descriptions that Brom's giving, huh? Trust me, though, neither of these CO's are going to flinch from battle (Gavison just seems to be the more brash of the two, these days... quite a change from 8 years ago, eh? Poor Kel's been through ALOT while Mac's life has actually gotten better...all will become clear... )
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 14:21:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: One more update...
Since this is a mission that includes two ships, I've renamed the game thread to Star Trek: Operation Persephone so as not to show preference to one ship/crew or the other.
"Episode I" is still titled "Flight of the Cerberus" however. Y'know, just in case we make a movie or somethin'.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 21:58:28.
Edited on 2007-11-21 at 21:59:52 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Universal translator
There is no "standard language," really... more a technological approach towards communication between species called a universal translator... Basically, regardless of wht language is spoken it is translated instantaneously into something that all those listening can understand.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 20:34:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Updates!
The Marines have landed... and they've got a CO! Vesper will be joining us as the commanding officer of our MACO platoon (Brianna and Sui, feel free to coordinate with Vesper re: coming aboard, etc). Vesper is working out his bio, etc, this weekend and hopes to be ready to go as of the first of next week.
Also, as the result of much begging, grovelling, etc, I think we may have landed Alacrity in the role of Cerberus' Chief Engineer... of course, most of us know that Alacrity and Lady Vanadia are expecting a new addition any minute now, thus, that gokk-bonking Tier won't be boarding until we port at DS9.
Thirdly, I've made some updates to the first post of this thread, adding our "new" crew, etc... feel free to peek it out and let me know if I've missed anything.
Aaaand, finally, let me say again - as if I haven't said it already - great posts from all of you who have done so to this point! I'm actually a little stunned that this thing has picked up and taken flight as quickly as it has and the quality of the posts and potential for flat out engrossing role play is already obvious. My personal thanks to each and every one of you for making my first true attempt at "GMing" so... so... FREAKIN' AWESOME!!!!
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 19:27:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Sitok and P'Tammah
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus– Ready Room – 1800 hours
Captain MacTavish – people had been addressing him as such for almost twelve hours, now, and he still hadn’t gotten accustomed to it – sat behind his desk with a cup of coffee cooling in his hand. He had dimmed the lights a few moments ago and, now, the only illumination in the room was provided by the subtle glow of the displays that were still active. A soft puirt-a-beul played, just loud enough to be heard in an otherwise silent room, and Mac’s eyes were lulled shut by the sound of it as he absorbed the calmness of the moment, breathing it in slowly, holding it for a moment, and then, just as slowly, breathing it back out…just as Counselor Arevaci had advised him several years ago.
Chroist but et’s been a long day, a’ready, he sighed inwardly, unable to truly relax without grumbling just a little. The command of the Cerberus being unexpectedly dropped in his lap had only been the start, of course. Following that, the review of the mission file had revealed the true nature of the mission Cerberus (and her sister ship the Charon) would be undertaking… it had made sense to him, then, why he’d been given this command despite Admiral Saurik’s rationale of the ‘lack of competent captains’… then learning that, once again, Starfleet had seen fit to allow the Romulans a presence on the mission…
Still jus’ th’ start, though, was et no’? Mac’s eyes opened and he took a sip of the coffee as his gaze fell, once more, to the crew roster that took prominence over the other displays on his desk. There were several who had reported in already, several others who would be boarding either en route to DS9 or after the Cerberus put in to port there and, thus, temporary personnel who would be filling those slots in the interim…Fleet’s thrown this t’gether a’ th’ last minute, then, ‘asn’t et? Yer ship, yer crew… lookit et, Jackie-lad, an’ tell me tha’ et dinnae jus’ bellow ‘expendable’…
“Aye,” he sighed aloud, chasing the acknowledgement with another swig of coffee, “et vera well may. I know more’n one name on this roster, though, an’ ‘ave read enough o’ these service jackets ta mebbe think tha’ we’ll no’ be quite’s expendable as we’re expected ta be… an’ wi’ Kel as skipper o’ the Charon…”
The chime sounded then and Mac’s shoulders slumped a little. I’ve a’ready put on me reds, Weatherly… If tha’s you comin’ ta make sure I’ve eaten er tha’ me quarters met wi’ me satisfaction, I swear ta Charlie…
“Computer,” he barked, “End program and gimme some lights.”
Cerberus blipped her response and, as the lights in the office slowly brightened, the music track faded into silence. Mac tossed down another swallow of coffee before setting the mug down on the desk, then, straightening his jacket and turning to face the door… “Enter.”
A Vulcan, attired in command reds, stood on the other side of the door and Mac couldn’t help but be glad that it wasn’t his hovering yeoman, again. Sitok, I’m guessin’, the CO assumed as an almost relieved grin crept across his lips and he rose from his seat.
“Commander Sitok reporting in, sir,” the Vulcan confirmed after stepping in and coming to attention.
“Aye,” Mac nodded, waving off the man’s rigid posture and extending a hand, “me XO. Welcome abaird the Cerberus, Commander.”
((Any reply))
Releasing the Vulcan’s hand, Mac gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk and retook his own. “I’ve read yer jacket, o’ course,” Jack said as he settled in, “an’ I cannae help but notice tha’ yer no’ quite wha’ us humans might consider ta be yer standard, ever’day Vulcan. There’s some vera interstin’ commentary throughoot yer records, all th’ way back ta yer days inna Academy… plenty o’ references ta a ‘gut instinct’ tha’s served ye better’n most would’ve expected, aye?”
((any reply))
“Well, Sitok,” Mac rumbled as he produced a PADD that Weatherly had prepared for the XO’s arrival and slid it across the desk, “if Fleet left ye in th’ dark aboot th’ nature o’ this assignment as they did me, ye’re gut instinct’s likely reasoned oot b’now tha’ we’re no’ exactly goin’ ta wha’ ye might call th’ front lines… an’, if et ‘asn’t, let’s ‘ope tha’ et sairves us well once ye’ve read the brief. Ye’ll find th’ details, there, as well as th’ intel feeds we’ve go’ on our targets. They be sketchy a’ best but I’m sure tha’ we’ll be gettin’ updates ere we get any closer ta jumpin’ through th’ lookin’ glass.
We’ve go’ a site less’n thairty-six hours ere we launch, Commander – plenty o’ time fer ye ta digest tha’ information an’ pull a meetin’ tagether fer the senior staff an’ the Romulan delegation tha’ll be accompanyin’ us…”
((assuming a raised brow, at least…))
“Aye, lad,” MacTavish smirked, “I ‘ad near th’ same reaction, an’ our TAC officer’s were a wee bit less reserved’n tha’. Nevertheless, we do ‘ave a Romulan delegation abaird. Seems tha’ th’ RSE’s been generous enough ta put us on loan fer a coupla Gen V cloaks’s long’s we play nice an’ let some o’ their kin come along fer th’ ride… quid pro quo an’ all o’ that, aye… Er sheepshyte an’ politics if ye prefer…”
((assuming a bit of back-and-forth between the two commanders here, interrupted by Vaela’s entry))
“…a moment, Sitok,” Mac sighed, fully expecting it to be Weatherly on the other side when the chime sounded again.
“Enter,” he barked.
The door swept away once more and, mercifully, revealed an Andorian female instead of the “efficient-almost-to-a-fault” yeoman. Bless ye, lass, Mac thought as the silver-haired woman strode in.
“Lieutenant P’Tammah, CFCO, reporting for duty Captain,” Vaela remarked matter-of-factly as she placed her bags behind her and came to attention.
Mac nodded fractionally, the hint of a smile tugging at either corner of his mouth. He’d absolutely devoured P’Tammah’s dossier earlier in the day and, if he’d cared to admit such a thing, had actually been looking forward to meeting the woman who had been assigned as Cerberus’ Chief Flight Control Officer. Highly commended, highly decorated, and highly skilled, was the impression that he’d gotten from her service jacket, and more than competent and capable under fire… perfect for the hell she would be expected to navigate the Steamrunner through in the coming weeks. Some vera usable fields o’ cross trainin’, as well, if I’m no’ mistaken… operations an’ astrometrics…
“Sorry if I’m interrupting, Sir,” she added to the Vulcan, as she placed a PADD on the Captain’s desk.
Mac retrieved the PADD and gave the orders a cursory review. The way this one presented herself, though, there was no doubt in the Scot’s mind that everything was in order.
“Captain, you’ll find on the PADD the details of my transfer from the Indefatigable, the transfer of a Chief Petty Officer Hidetoshi Sato from the same ship, and the re-allocation of a Type 10 shuttle. I’m also sorry for my late arrival, Sir,” she added, her antennae twitching defensively, “the Indie was attacked in a Dominion raid before my departure, and when we did leave we had to take a circular route to avoid other possible incursions,” Vaela had continued even as Mac was skimming the details of Chief Sato’s transfer.
“Finally, Captain,” she concluded, “I’d just like to say that I look forward to serving on the Cerberus.”
Mac offered another nod, his smile broadening a bit more as he slid the PADD back across the desk. “Welcome abaird, then, Lieutenant,” he rumbled, reaching for his coffee again, “I’m sure, judgin’ from yer record an’ wha’ ye’ve jus’ said, tha’ ye’ll be right a’ ‘ome on this boat.”
He nodded in Sitok’s direction as he indulged in a quick sip of the java. “This is Commander Sitok, me XO,” he said by way of introduction, returning the mug to its place on his desk. “Sitok,” he proffered, nodding this time in the Andorian’s direction, “Lt Vaela P’Tammah; our gain a’ th’ Indefatigable’s expense, I’d wager.”
((anything from either of you here))
“Dock wi’ tha’ chair, Mester P’Tammah,” MacTavish said with a nod to the seat next to Sitok, “th’ Commander an’ I were jus’ beginnin’ ta review th’ parameters o’ our mission an’ I reckon ye could’na arrived a’ a more appropriate moment… ‘ave ye any experience wi’ mannin’ th’ ‘elm of a cloaked ship?”
((reply?))
It didn’t matter if she had or not, of course; she would certainly be getting more than enough experience with it over the course of this mission and Mac fully expected that the woman would have little to no difficulty mastering the intricacies of it. “Yer experience wi’ Dominion assets’re sure ta be a blessin’ ta ye where this mission is consairned, Lt,” he offered, “but ye’re jus’ as sure ta be guaranteed tha’ we’ll find ourselves in situations where yer skills’ll be tested beyond wha’ ye’ve ‘ad ta muster ta this point. As I was jus’ tellin’ Commander Sitok, we’ve go’ less’n three days ere we slip from betwixt th’ ribs, an’ ye’ve go’ jus’ a hair less’n tha’ ta get yer department an’ yer shift rotations in order. Th’ fairst bit of our run’ll be focused ‘round you lot an’ I fully expect tha’ whoever ye ‘ave seated a’ the helm o’ me boat’ll ‘ave no reservations aboot pushin’ Cerberus ta ‘er own limits, aye? I’ll no’ ‘ave anyone snoozin’ a’ th’ CONN an’ gettin’ us, ever’one, rendered ta dust fer a nanosecond’s ‘esitation…”
((OOC: and we’ll leave it at that for the time being… back and forth as you all see fit, replies and such as necessary…))
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 18:18:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: LMAO
I  you guys!!!
Yes, Olan and I had a discussion about Rrowl being on post when the Romulans arrived so it's all in order to do a bit of adjustment to the space-time continuum here. Sorry about not PMing and advisory to that effect your way,DM... I hadn't expected a second post from you so quickly, though.
Anyhoo... for my part, I'm in the midst of getting Sitok and P'Tammah replied to and getting some other things lined up, as well. Should have something for the lot of you before the day is out.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 14:59:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Cool...
...thanks, Brom. Good to know.
Don't get too excited, there, DM... Cerberus won't be putting in at DS9 for a while. 
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 02:52:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Centurion
is the rough equivalent of a Starfleet Lt Commander.
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 00:59:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Time indeed...
I don't imagine that, in real time, Cerberus will be getting to DS9 until probably mid-december... then, come January, when Capt Gavison and his crew are ready, we're off through the wormhole...
Plenty of time for ya to work with, Ye Olde.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 23:07:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Oops... forgot that part...
Yer in... post away.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 21:58:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: And input is always appreciated...
...in regards to rank, species, planets, ships, bases, etc.
For the record, though, my thoughts with the Romulans that would be accompanying us on this particular mission wouldn't number more than probably 6(including the character taken on by DM).
They're technically posted as "advisors" and "security for RSE assets," after all, and are permitted to make use of fleet personnel (ENG lackeys, if you will) where necessary. (They're also aboard as part of the deal for letting us borrow the cloaks to begin with)
DM will play the "ranking officer", of course, and will likely have a "second" who is only a single rank below her... the remaining four, I had imagined, would likely be even lower ranking and could easily be classified in the Uhlan category if you wanted to go that "low" but I'm not opposed to all 6 Roms holding "officer" rank... sub-lt, lt, etc...
Anyhoo... just my take as it originally came into my head during the "concept phase".
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 20:48:33.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Tongs for the memories
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Dash’s grin widened and his thumb moved to cock back the hammer of his pistol as three of the turd-wranglers reached for their guns, “not a jing chai move, boys!”
“Mind your own business, stranger,” the goon who had recently been ‘wooing’ the girl snarled, “Or you’ll find it cut off!”
Dash cast a mildly amused, sidelong glance at Wyatt; “Seems this’n can’t make up ‘is mind, Cap. First he’s gropin’ th’ girl an’ now he’s wantin’ ta fondle our ‘business.’ What th’ hell kinda rock is this, anyhoo?”
Seeing as how all four of the hoodlums had seen fit to ignore both his and Wyatt’s warnings against it, Sam had just resigned himself to putting a plug in someone’s head when the little Chinese girl reacted to the hands that where reaching for her and shot a pair of quick and powerful kicks to the man’s nose before screaming in terror and rushing to hide behind Wyatt and Willow. The pilot’s eyes went wide and he joined the idiot’s cronies in snorting out his laughter. “Gorram, but that had ta hurt,” he chuckled, his whiskey-hued eyes flicking to the cowering girl for a second before he turned to check on the tell-tale crunching of gravel from behind them.
His smile broadened a bit when his gaze encountered a rather familiar face. “Ni how, Wolfy,” he nodded, leaving it at that for the time being and then turning to keep a bead on the ruffians.
“What she do that for,” the bleeding man was whining, “We’s just having some fun!”
“Yeah,” Dash sneered, “seems ta me as ya got a real humped up definition o’ fun, puhn yoh…” his gaze dipped to the still sprawling Sheppard; “…how’s about you bunch o’ s#!tbags beat feet fer th’ other side o’ town an’ I don’ show ya mine?”
He had started forward, intent on helping the old man to his feet and shooting anyone who tried to interfere when a group of black-clad Chinese – armed in a more serious style than the four hoods – came running from around one side of the stables.
“Whoa!” Sam wasn’t sure who to aim at all of the sudden. The appearance of the Tong thugs was just a little left of unexpected and the barrel of his Avenger danced from target to target even as the hand that had been in his jacket pocket to this point came out wrapped around a grenade. The stuation went from bad to worse as four more of the thugs appeared from around the otherside of the stables.
“Uh, Cap,” he drawled through clenched teeth, his weapon now skipping between more targets than he cared to count, “I dunno what kind o’ luck this’n falls under but, if I recollect, clear, we’s done past our three…”
((OOC: Okie doke… decided against throwing lead just yet… no sense in gettin’ geeked when we might still walk away with our skins whole. If the mi tian gohn gets thick, though, Dash will pop that smoker he just pulled from his pocket – hoping it’ll give them some soft cover for a second or two, then make a grab for the old Chinese fella, and cap whoever offers themselves up as a target… otherwise, waiting on the Cap’n or our lovely Doc to play politics. ))
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 20:21:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Yeah... that's an option, too...
Nothing says that you can't come aboard at SB10. 
Heck, Cerberus will be in spacedock for another "two days" or so (game time) and, it's not outside the realm of possibility that Valberg's already got his assignment and is already en route to board up.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 19:02:08.
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