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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Either or, Kae...
If you want to linger at DS9, feel free; however, I foresee Cerberus making a stop or two en route and we can get you picked up, then.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 18:42:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Shakin' oot th' Rug and checkin' in wi' ENG...
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus– Bridge – 0940 hours
“Aye, Weatherly,” Mac grumbled over his shoulder in reply to his Yeoman’s question, “If et’ll make ye feel better ta lay oot one o’ me unis, then, by all means, do et. I’ll put th’ theng on when I get a free moment.”
As ef I dinnae ‘ave more impairtant thengs ta worry aboot aside from the color o’ me bloody undershairt, he appended mentally as his eyes rolled prior to their return to the PADD he had clenched in one hand. He had been reviewing the technical specifications of the cloaking device that the Romulans were providing when Weatherly had called after him and it took him a moment to find his place again.
Aye, ‘ere we are, he gave the device’s specifications another quick once-over before jumping ahead to the notes and orders that had been sent to the Engineering and Science departments in regards to the thing. According to the ENG appendix, a mount and systems couplings should have already been in place so a trip to Main Engineering (with possible side trips to the Science department and the proposed living quarters assigned to the Roms) was called for. As he approached, the door to the turbolift whisked away before him and Mac found himself face-to-chest with Rrowl.
“Commander!” The big cat in TAC golds snapped to attention and almost instantly corrected himself. “Er, rather, Captain MacTavish!”
Jack managed to suppress the smile that threatened to twist his lips and bare his teeth in what, he had learned years ago, the Kziniti interpreted as a sign of aggression. “Lt Commander Rrowl,” he replied simply, lowering the PADD and craning his neck back to look up and meet the felinoid’s eyes, “I might’ve know ye’d be the fairst ta repairt.”
“Lt Commander Rrowl reporting for duty, sir,” the kzin growled, “And if I may say so, I am pleased to be doing so.”
Mac nodded, bowing his head slightly by way of accepting Rrowl’s compliment. “Yer no’ half as pleased as I was when I saw yer name on me roster, lad,” he rumbled, “I’ll know, a’ th’ vera least, tha’ ma TAC department’ll be runnin’ lup ta me standards ere we leave port. Stand a’ ease, Lt Commander, an’ welcome abaird.”
Jack took a step back and another to the right, allowing the monstrous CTO room to step off of the lift without appearing to have ‘given any ground’
“Still in the gold, captain,” the tips of Rrowl’s ears twitched, indicating that the kziniti was ribbing him, “I was unaware that uniform code had changed, sir. I would have expected command red on you.”
“Sheepshyte an’ politics, Rug,” Mac chuckled in return (being incapable of twitching his own ears), “Ye sound a lo’ like me yeoman. Per’aps ye’d like ta make me bunk an’ fluff me pillows as opposed ta mannin’ Tactical, aye? No’ tha’ I’d approve tha’ transfair, mind ye. I’ll ‘ave me reds on ere we ship oot.”
Rrowl nodded. “I trust you have more important concerns at the moment, captain, so I will keep you no longer. I wish to run a diagnostic on our systems, and then need to attend to my department’s roster. If you need me, sir, I will either be here on the bridge, or in my office.”
“Aye, ye know me all too well, lad,” Jack replied, brushing past the Kzinti – an action that he had learned was the equivalent of a friendly handshake in the felinoid’s culture – as they traded places on and off the bridge. “I’m sure ye dinnae need me ta draw ye a map,” he continued with a subtle nod to the TAC station, “If ye find anythin’ amiss, lemme know, aye?
I will be findin’ ye a bit later. There’s some bits ta this mission tha’ I’m sure ye’ll find… interestin’.” He did smile at the Kzinti, then, being careful to ensure that it wasn’t overly aggressive, “May’aps we’ll ‘ave a chat inna gymnasium, aye? Been a while since I ‘ad a decent scrap.”
A’ th’ moment, though, I’ve go’ ta get ta engineerin’ an’ make sure me foot gets planted inna proper arses so tha’ we c’n snip th’ umbilicals on schedule. Dinnae be coughin’ up any hairballs on me bridge inna meanwhile. Ye have th’ bridge, Rrowl,” he added before the lift door hissed shut.
This one’ll make ye a fargin’ legend back ‘ome, I’d wager, me friend, Jack thought as the lift doors hissed shut, imagining what Rrowl’s reaction might be when the warrior-cat learned where they’d be going.
“Deck 6,” he demanded. Let’s go an’ see what all this cloak business is aboot, eh?
((OOC: Room for responses, interjections, etc, throughout…))
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus– Deck 6; Main Engineering – 0955 hours
“…so I says to the guy, I says, that and two strips of latinum’ll get you an Orionite girl for the night,” chortled one of the gold-jumpsuited engineers who lounged around the ‘pooltable’ on the floor of Main Engineering…
Jack scowled his disapproval at not seeing more of the tech-heads busy at work but, aside from the metallic whoosh of the door, made no effort to announce his presence. Rather, he leaned on the railing of the catwalk and peered down at the cluster of engineers on the floor below for a moment before offering a slow shake of the head and stalking for the tightly coiled staircase that joined the two levels of ENG.
“…and the guy looks at me like I’ve got a flipper growing out of my face or something and says; man, if it’s green, I ain’t stickin’ nothin’ in it! Whoddya think I am, Admiral Kirk or somethin’?”
Just as MacTavish’s feet hit the deck, the knot of technicians erupted in laughter and, in some cases, crude commentary. Mac wondered if he’d missed part of the joke as he strode towards the console where the gold-clad slackers were huddled. “I dinnae recall tha’ Kirk ever paid fer someone ta warm ‘is bunk,” he said flatly as he came up on the joker. His eyes flicked, briefly, to the rank insignia on the engineer’s collar as the laughter of his cohorts died a sudden death and the entire group snapped to attention. “Someone authorize on-ship liberty tha’ Im no’ aware of, Ensign,” he growled the question, locking eyes with the engineer.
“No, sir,” the ensign replied as the rest slinked away under the Commander’s withering gaze, “we all just needed the table and got to talking and…”
“Stow tha’ drivel, Ensign,” Mac interrupted, tossing his PADD down on the console, “I’ve no’ go’ th’ time nor th’ inclination ta be listenin’ ta yer splutterin’ an’ I sure dinnae ‘ave th’ patience, a’ this vera moment, ta run doon th’ list o’ problems I’ve seen since I’ve come abaird.”
His hand dropped to the PADD, turned it around, and pushed the device closer to the rather red-faced engineering officer. “I unnerstand tha’ prep’rations’re underway ta receive a cloakin’ device from th’ Romulans,” he continued without giving the man a chance to reply, “I’m assumin’ tha’s one o’ the thengs ye should be wairkin’ on rather than pokin’ fun a’ a long-dead admiral, aye?”
“Yessir,” the ensign broke eye contact and reached for the PADD, “in fact, sir, we completed our prep just about twenty minutes ago. The cradle is in place, the conduits have been run out through the pylons, and the coupling manifolds are secured…”
The corner of Mac’s mouth twitched as he watched the younger man scour the data on the PADD as if it were a checklist that he needed to run through. Then, as if realizing that the Cerberus’ captain hadn’t requested for him to regurgitate the file, the engineer returned his gaze to the CO, foregoing the technobabble that he’d been prepared to follow up with.
“…I’d be happy to show you, sir,” he said, motioning to a hatch that led to an antechamber near the warp core, “If you’ll follow me this way.”
Mac nodded curtly and motioned for the Ensign to lead the way. “This’s been yer project from the beginnin’, then,” he queried, accepting the PADD when the engineer passed it back and headed for the door, “Ye’ve be on-baird an’ supervisin’ th’ modifications from the onset?”
“Yessir. My team and I boarded Cerberus as she came off the line at the Kosmodrome. Been shaking her down and killing bugs as we find them sir. Almost have five months on this lady, now.
Here it is, Captain MacTavish,” the anteroom door whooshed open and the Ensign stepped aside, allowing Mac a view of the cloak’s mounting platform and the various mechanicals that would need to be attached, “All over but the cryin’, as they say, sir. We’re just waiting on the Rom’s to show up and get the thing mounted.”
“An’ d’ye ‘ave an idea as ta when tha’ll ‘appen,” MacTavish asked as he inspected the prep work. He couldn’t profess to understand it all, of course – his entire career had rarely strayed from TAC/SEC – but from the schematics and specifications he had seen and his up-close-and-personal observations of Romulan cloak technology aboard Klingon vessels and the files he’d reviewed concerning the cloak installed on the USS Defiant, the Cerberus’ CO couldn’t find anything obviously amiss.
“Not precisely, sir,” the ensign responded, appending that initial statement when Mac turned and regarded him with a raised brow, “sometime in the next twelve hours is the best guesstimate I can make, sir.”
Mac nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer for the time being, and exited the antechamber. “A guesstimate’ll ‘ave ta do,” he rumbled, tapping the PADD to close the file as he drew up next to the engineer, “I’m assumin’ tha’ ye an’ yer crew’ll be on station until th’ installation’s complete, aye?”
“Correct, sir. We’ll be here until your CEO reports in and banks in your regulars. Maybe longer if we’re needed.”
“Grand,” Mac nodded again, “Tha’s bloody good wairk, Ensign.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Aye. I’ll leave ye to et, then,” Mac said, striding for the stairs, “I’m sure ye’ve go’ better ta do then stand aboot gabbin’ ta th’ Ol’ Man.”
“Aye-aye, sir,” the ensign returned, watching Mac ascend the stairway, “thanks for stopping in, Captain.”
“Dinnae thank me, lad,” Mac smirked, “If ye stay abaird fer any length o’ time, ye’ll learn tha’ a visit from me is no’ usually a skip through th’ heather.”
“Yes, sir. We’d heard that about you, sir.”
“I dinnae get yer name, Ensign,” the Commander said, smiling faintly as he paused at the top of the stairs and cast a glance back to the Engineering floor.
“Figura, sir,” the young man called back as he made his way back to the pool table and started to immerse himself back into the work at hand, “Dan Figura.”
“A’right, Ensign Figura,” Mac nodded, his feet moving again and directing him out of the ENG section, “Until me regulars get abaird, I’ll be lookin’ ta ye as me actin’ CEO.”
((OOC: Okay, replying to post ‘chronologically’ rather than in order posted… posts for Sitok and P’Tammah forthcoming… one for the Romulans coming as well, though they’ll likely be hearing from Rrowl before Mac.  ))
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 18:25:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Wiz!
Looking forward to it, Kae! 
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 16:36:17.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL... Sacred? Who? Us?
Nah... I'm just deliberating whether I follow through with my "If anyone moves other than to get out of Dodge, Dash starts shootin'" bit or does Dash suddenly go; "Uh-oh! We's kilt!"
Twitchy nature of the character says start shooting, 'more rational' player mind set says maybe the Tong dudes are 'friendly'...
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 16:35:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Two cents... compund the interest... yep...
...those are valuable pennies!
Engineering and Sciences do need dept heads... I foresee both depts having pretty big roles/responsibilities in the upcoming cruise.
An Ops officer would be great, as would a PC CMO (though, we are equipped with an Emergency Medical Hologram, I'd prefer not to get too 'Voyager' with it)... aaand, for those of you who are considering joining but are skittish due to lack of Trek knowledge, Security is a great position for you... no overwhelming need for your own ST databank partition of yer noodle, just carry a phaser, throw doofuses in the brig, and provide 'standard security' details... Until we get a dedicated Chief of Security, though, "Mester Rrowl" will fulfill the TAC/SEC duties.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 15:00:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: The gauntlet has been tossed...
...and Eol has flinched. 
Tech specs are my forte... Olan's got the market cornered on overall Trek-geekdom, though.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:29:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Good stuff...
...nice set up of your character DM. Just a couple of Trek-geek/GM nit-picks, if you please.
- Please tack a header on to your post... Stardate, starting location, etc
- Cerberus is docked at Starbase 10 and will be en route to DS9... as far as I'm aware there is no DS10.
Aaaand, as far as lower ranks in the RSE, it appears that anything... anything... below Sub-lieutenant is an Uhlan. (This according to Memory Alpha and a few other resources I've looked into...If this is not the case and someone knows otherwise, please let us know.)
Carry on, haggis!
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:24:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Absolutely...
...feel free to sign up for your tour on the Charon if you wish. Both ships need crew... if you're feeling particularly industrious, create a character for each. 
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 01:13:31.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Had the chicken-pockys when I was a kid
^Goin' to Loozianna for to see his Suzianna
< Is not Suzianna
V Singin' Pocky-Wocky-Doockle all the day
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 17:20:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Sweet!
Glad to have you, Ye Olde. If there's anything I/we can do to help you out, just holler. 
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:42:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: More quick reference: Uniforms
Just for reference, here are a couple of links to give everyone an idea of uniforms aboard our beloved ships. “Uniform of the day” for most Starfleet personnel will be the “Duty Uniform” as shown in the first link. Engineering personnel, of course, have the option of the coveralls/jumpsuit.
Starfleet Uniform graphics @ Spike’s
Memory Alpha entry on Fleet Uniforms
…and for our Romulan Delegation…
Memory Alpha entry on Romulan Star Empire uniforms
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 13:42:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Sorry about that...
...I've got a couple of things left to look up where your character's concerned, Sui, and I'll have some input back to you, hopefully, sometime today... Weekend got away from me what with dragging Christmas stuff out of the attic, etc...
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 11:45:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Romulan Status
Good question. Given that, during this stage of the Dominion War, the Romulans, Klingons, and the Federation are all allied against the Dominion (to include the Cardassians and, at some point the Breen) the "official answer" is that Romulans are to be afforded all repect and priveleges in accordance with their rank.
Unofficially, there are likely those in Starfleet who have issues with the Romulans (due to personal experience, encounters on another tour, etc) and don't trust them any farther than they can throw a Warbird. Opinions vary... Mac - while one who has a personal dislike for Romulans due to numerous tours along the Neutral Zone, etc - will enforce the 'official policy' as long as he can manage or as long as the Roms give him reason not to.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 16:50:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Goldingit!!!
Hmmm... I'll be glad to help with creating those deck plans... Haven't had any luck finding any, myself. 
As far as how Mac ended up with the bigger ship... uhhhh... genetics? j/k
Seriously, though, as I mentioned in an e-mail I just sent your way, I chose the Saber for a couple of reasons... Chief among those was that I didn't imagine I'd actually end up with a PC as a captain. Secondly, I read somewhere that the Saber Steamrunner pairing was pretty common, and, finally, I was looking for 'fire support' for the Cerberus and the Saber fit the bill.
All that said, though, I am not opposed to the Charon being a different/larger class vessel... You are the captain of that boat, Gavison, make her your own.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 14:11:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Well, live long and prosper, anyway...
Understood, Davy... As Olan said, better now than later. If, at any point you decide to change yuor mind, though, Trek Games are pretty expansive where crews go and I'm sure that there will be NPC spots that you can slide into even if you dcide to come back once the game is fully underway after the first of the year.
Thanks for giving us a thought, anyway.
Also, Grugg has backed out of the CMO slot aboard Cerberus so, once again, we've got a full blown opening for that position. Aaaaaand... the Charon still needs everything but a CO and XO... Get 'em together and beam 'em up, folks.
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 16:10:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Deliberating...
I know we've got some potentials out there in the wings, Brom, and we'll sure be shuffling some of those to the Charon (both ships are important to the story, folks)... That said, though, as soon as I pick a dept, I'll be tendering and app for a slot on Capt' Gavison's crew myself... I'm thinking Engineering or Sciences, at the moment, but haven't nailed a solid concept down yet.
Be in touch with you soon, though.
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 20:56:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: ...the unexpected...
Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus - Captain’s Ready Room – 0852 hours
Mac sat staring at the display, one hand clamped to his chin – thumb and forefinger absently stroking the bristles of his beard – and the other resting just beside the panel on which the crew roster had appeared – the fingers of that hand drumming out an almost irritated tempo on the desktop. While he was, of course, interested in the Starfleet and M.A.C.O personnel on the roster, it was the appended ‘Romulan Contingent’ file that demanded his attention first. Why inna bloody hell’d we need Roms abaird? he wondered as he opened the appendix and started skimming the dossiers of the RSE attachment, Sure an’ we’re supposedly “allied” wi’ th’ bastards… tha’s one theng… et’s another ta allow ‘em ta go gallivantin’ aboot our ships an’ installations as ef they were ta be trusted wi’oot question!
From what he could determine, it appeared that the… thankfully… small delegation would be serving in a technical/advisory capacity. The dossiers of the majority of the group detailed operational specialties in engineering and sciences… No’ tha’ tha’ means much o’ bloody anythin’ where Romulans’re consairned, he scowled, skimming over references to ‘gravitational lensing and field matrix familiarity,’ ‘EM radiation and energy emission control structures,’ and ‘warp nacelle emissions synchronization’ listed in the skills and qualifications entries, they’ve all go’ bloody RSE rank, whether they be egg-headed point-ears er no’!… but there were two jackets that concerned him more than the others.
One was that of a Centurion Khnialmnae; apparently the officer in command of the delegation. Her listed qualifications, like those of the rest of her team, indicated knowledge and experience in science and engineering fields but, unlike most of those serving under her, the Centurion’s dossier had obviously been severely redacted, leaving large gaps in her service records and conspicuous, nullified entries in other spots that served to do little more than raise MacTavish’s blood pressure as he tried to piece it all together. The jacket of Centurion Khnialmnae’s ‘second’ (a Sub-Centurion with a similarly unpronounceable name), also, was liberally edited. Mac’s experience with the Romulans over the years, of course, immediately led him to skim the two records for any indications that these two were somehow affiliated with the Tal Shiar but, after long, eyeball-hardening scrutiny (peppered with a bit of conjecture) of both dossiers, he couldn’t find (or so much as infer) anything to support such ties.
That being the case, Jack read through all of the RSE dossiers once more. The latest entry in each of them stated that the current assignment of the group was to “ensure the installation, calibration, peak functionality, and overall security of two Generation 5 cloaking devices. One to be provisionally installed aboard Federation Starship NCC-83964; the other on Federation Starship NCC-79358”...
Cloaks?!? Now Mac was even more perplexed. Wha’, in th’ name o’ bonny Prince Charlie, would we ‘ave need o’ cloakin’ devices fer? Starfleet’s no’ advocated cloakin’ technology abaird Federation vessels fer fifty years er better.
There was only one other active vessel in all of Starfleet that Mac knew to currently have a Romulan cloaking device installed; the USS Defiant, currently posted at Deep Space Nine. An’ gettin’ tha’ done required tha’ we feed th’ blinkin’ Roms wi’ wha’ intel Fleet had on th’ Dominion! Ef the point-eared sheep-shaggers’d bother ta gather their own intel rahter’n jus’ be content ta let Jem’Hadar ships traipse through their bloody garden thinkin’ tha’ th’ Founders’d leave ‘em be forever, we’d no’…Oh, Jayzus!... It was just then that Commander Jack MacTavish remembered exactly why the Defiant had been fitted with that cloak…
“…B’cause she flew reg’lar sorties inta the Gamma Quadrant ere th’ mine field was deployed a’ th’ Bajoran Wairmhole!”
His aggravation at having Romulans posted to his ship suddenly fell a notch or two, suddenly replaced with a more urgent need to review the mission briefing. Unceremoniously dismissing the crew roster for the time being, Mac accessed the mission file that had been patiently awaiting his attention and scoured the orders.
“Operation: Persephone,” headed up the file. Beneath that were the standard verbose classification, dissemination, and restriction clauses and, following a nearly tiresome scroll through those, the document, at last, began outlining the particulars of Cerberus’ inaugural assignment:
- …receive RSN liaison and technicians at SB-10… facilitate and assist in installing Gen V cloaking device aboard USS Cerberus: NCC-83964…
- …deploy for Federation Outpost: Deep Space Nine… perform testing an final calibration of installed cloaking device en route… ensure security and integrity of second Gen V cloak…
- …rendezvous with USS Charon: NCC-79358… oversee transfer and installation of GenV cloak aboard the Charon…
- …Coordinate with DS:9 Tactical Operations (Captain Benjamin Sisko; CO) for temporary deactivation of minefield… access to Bajoran Wormhole…
- …infiltrate Dominion space…locate ‘Detention Facility’ (SF designation: UO/PF 191-38-7-4.19202)…
“Jayzus!”
The directives went on and on. The verbiage consistent with what Jack would consider a “black bag” operation that would be sending his ship, his crew, and that of whatever poor soul’s whom had been given command of the Charon , not just through the wormhole and into the Gamma Quadrant but deep into Dominion Space and, if he was reading the orders properly, possibly even suicidally close to the purported location of the Founders homeworld. Of course, all of the “plausible deniability” clauses were in place and reiterated over and over again throughout the file. Mac hadn’t needed to give the briefing a thorough reading to know that. In fact, as suddenly dumbfounded as he was, he likely couldn’t have read them all even if he’d wanted to… not right now… not when there was suddenly much more to consider than the simple possibility that they would be seeing combat with the Cardassian lackeys of the Founders (a prospect that was grim enough on it’s own).
Ach, an et would’nae make sense ta gimme a command an’ expect standard combat duties, would et? No, give MacTavish a command an’ make fargin’ sure ‘e’s deployed ta a front where there’s ta be no ‘ope o’ support or reinforcments from Fleet aside from the lone frigate tha’ they’ve seen fit ta cover yer ruddy arse! he grumbled inwardly, stabbing a finger down harshly to close the briefing file and transfer it to a more portable PADD.
There be a litany o’ thengs where such a’ tour’d make sense fer you, Jack-lad, but I wonder wha’ th’ poor bastard who’s commandin’ th’ Charon did ta pess in the coffee o’ Fleet brass an’ earn ‘is ticket ta hell?
He snatched the PADD off his desk with one hand, reopening the mission file before snatching up his coffee mug with the other, and stomped for the door. Had he allowed his gaze to drop back to the orders before the door hissed unexpectedly open, he might have bowled right over the Petty Officer who had been making her way in as he was on his way out.
“Wha’?!” he demanded, when the woman took more than a second to look surprised and took even longer to say anything. She was obviously surprised to have found someone on the other side of the Ready Room door, that much showed in the widening of her deep brown eyes and the sudden parting of her coral tinted lips.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she managed after a moment, composing herself, and taking two steps to the left to allow room to exit his office, “I didn’t know that you’d come aboard already.”
“I ‘ave,” he returned, “Somethin’ I c’n do fer ye, Petty Officer…?”
“Weatherly, sir. Petty Officer Lorraine Weatherly. No sir. I had taken the liberty of requisitioning your reds for you, sir, and was going to hang these in your closet… I’ll be your Yeoman, sir… Is there anything that I can do for you, sir?”
His steel-eyed gaze slid from PO Weatherly’s face to the stack of uniforms she carried and back again. “Aye,” he nodded, “ye c’n ‘ave me effects from me quarters on th’ Starbase transferred over, Weatherly. Once ye’ve go’ tha’ managed, ye c’n send oot a bulletin tha’ any personnel presently on station c’n begin repairtin’ in well ahead o’ the stipulated 0900 deadline set fer t’morra mairnin’, an’ ye c’n point me ta engineerin’.”
“Aye-aye, sir” Weatherly replied sharply, moving past him to stow his uniforms even as she spoke, “Consider it done. Main Engineering is located on decks six and seven, sir.”
“Thank ye, Weatherly,” he rumbled, “Carry on.”
((OOC: and there we have it folks... a hint at what might lie ahead... a peek at Mac's reaction and concern... and plenty of space for those of you who are just waiting to post to work up those intro and/or coming aboard posts... ))
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 19:37:05.
Edited on 2007-11-16 at 20:52:30 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: *cringes from the fury of Ayrn*
Actually, Lana's pic is done but I'm having scanner issues... not sure what the sound it's making is but soundeth not good and yon lamp moveth nary a twitch.
Was planning on replacing with an All-in-one jobby come Christmas time (cuz my printer is ancient and worn out, too)... may have to do that a few weeks early, though.
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 13:44:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Great!!!
That's a fantastical starting point... as I get a chance today, I'll pull a little "this and that" togther (such as some "Skills and Rankings" that would be approproate, suggested entries to your "service record" and the like) and send them your way... Really good start, though, Sui. As I knew it would be...
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 11:49:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Sui!!!
Glad to see that we could twist your arm.
To get started, take a look at the last post on page 1 and the first post on page 2 of this thread: there is a list of departments and positions listed there that may give you an idea of what sort of "job" your character might want. Once you've picked a department and/or narrowed down a position you might be interested in, whip up a brief "bio" (physical description, character concept, etc) and PM me or post it here. (I've posted MacTavish's "service record" on page 1 for reference -don't let it intimidate you though, you needn't get that detailed... especially right away). Once you've got that bit, we'll work with your concept and see what we can put togehter to flesh it out and make it all shiny.
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 00:11:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: *happy dance*
Glad to have you aboard Skari...(no matter what Olan says about ya ) as I've said to a few other folks, hard-core, super-geek familiarity with Trek is not a necessity by any means (Olan, Brom, and myself have enough of that between the three of us that we can help out and advise on most fronts) so, if you have any questions, need some input, blahblahblah, dont think twice about asking.
Also, no need for a full service record and super huge bio right away, a concept and such are good to start... we can work the rest in between now and when the game actually takes off at full speed.
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 22:46:49.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 22:51:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LMAO @ "numbnuts"
Yeah... that or mebbe "sprinkler sprout"...
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 21:02:46.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Well...
...if'n ya want, Miss Wil, Dash c'n toss one o' th' rutters in a full nelson an' hold 'im still whilst ya jab 'im in th' nethers wit' that butterfly pin!
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 20:51:28.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Character = Player
Wyatt Sung (Captain) = Brom
Willow Takahara (Doc/"Face"/Eye-candy-and-then-some) = Vanadia
Asher Talhone (Gunfighter/"Public Relations"/PT greasemonkey) = Blamm
Sam Dash (Pilot/Scrapper/Loudmouth) = Eol
Fenris "Wolf" Apollo (Hacker/Mechanic/new guy) = welll, that'd be you wouldn'it?
Trish Wilmont (Cook/Den-mother/one-time-media-star) = NPC
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 18:05:18.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Biiiig mistake, yukkers!
Dash’s attentions had, so far, been divided between scanning the streets and buildings around them – keeping his senses sharp for any indication of trouble coming their way – and watching the switch and sway of Willow’s silk-clad behind – imagining that the skin concealed beneath was likely smoother and softer than any of the fine fabrics that ever had the good fortune to be draped across it. With Dash, though, the outward reactions to the promise of a tussle or a grapple were practically one in the same; a sly grin, a quirk of a brow, a drifting of the hand towards the belt, and a lick of the lips (to moisten them when the dry-mouth of combat sucked it out and, with the other, to mop the anticipatory excess from them). As often as he performed the latter in Wil’s presence, though, both he and she knew that there’d likely never come anything of it… Not without a proper invite, no how… regardless of how much he ‘joked’ about it or how many times the lovely Doc hinted that the possibility may, one day, present itself. Aside from the fact that Willow Takahara was an entire ‘Verse out of a Joo bah jeh like Sam Dash’s league, the scruffy pilot had come to think of her more as family than anything else… Gorram delicious, we’s only third cousins, family, fer sure but family nonetheless.
“Please, leave my grandfather alone! He can’t see!” The pleading trill of Cantonese snatched his attentions away from Willow’s backside and directed them towards the circle of yokels who seemed to have found what they likely called fun in the form of a blind Sheppard and his granddaughter.
“Best be fadin’ t’ one side ‘r th’ other, Willow,” Wyatt murmured as Dash, brows raised beneath his bandana, took in the scene. The Doc, of course, gracefully stepped to the left and Sam wasn’t long in filling the void she’d left at the Captain’s side.
“Ain’t it somethin’, Sam,” Wyatt continued, loud enough that – if they weren’t stupid or deaf – the ruffians couldn’t have not heard it, “how it don't matter what piece I' dirt we settle on there're always low down, mangy rats that need exterminatin'?”
“Uh-huh,” Dash nodded, his hand moving deliberately to the butt of his own revolver and not hesitating in the least to slide the iron from its holster, “Gorram shame, too, as them rats don’t never seem ta get smart enough ta stop bringin’ knives ta gunfights.”
One of the biggest motivators behind him going on the dodge from the Allaince had been the fact that innocents always seemed ta get hurt before the wicked and deserving did and, once he’d come to that realization and set his plan in motion, he’d made a promise to himself and whatever ‘fuzzy wuzzy’ as might be on high that, if he could help it, he’d never see that happen again. It don’ get much more innocent than a Sheppard an’ a li’l girl, now, do it?
“Hey! Ugly! Lay off or I’ll break ya!” Wyatt’s voice boomed as Dash lifted the Avenger to target the fella with the knife.
Dash licked his lips… his mouth had gone dry… then a mirthless grin curled his lips. “If'n I was you, I’d cotton ta what th’ man sez, hump-face,” he sneered, “Cuz I’ll do more’n break ya!” His freehand moved subtly towards a jacket pocket where one of the flashbangs awaited.
((OOC: If the goons make a move to do anything other than high-tail it outta there, Dash starts shootin’… ))
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 16:47:13.
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