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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Wandering monsters? Facial hair? Name calling?
*screams like a little girl and runs away... to hide behind his magic* :-P 
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 12:56:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: An' who're you callin' weak?!?!
I'll have you know, Sir Bob, that I'm friggin' HUGE! 
Definitely an intersting array of perspectives in yon dining hall... I can hardly wait to see what transpires in the field. 
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 09:26:39.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Teamwork and Temperment
That one doesn’t seem to care much for you, Wynter observed, directing Jal’s gaze to Valentine.
The urchin-mage’s ice colored eyes lingered the former Red for a long moment, studying the warrior-mage intently as he recalled the man’s introduction and self-professed anticipation of “a little unstructured violence?” Jal’s perusal of the man ended with a cursory glance at the scar that slashed angrily through the tattoo on Valentine’s arm.
“I don’t think he cares much for himself, either,” Jal replied, offering Wynter a faint shrug along with the response. His own slim fingers traced along a series of runes that were branded on his forearm as his pale eyes drifted from the ex-Red and around the table to finally settle on Dapple and the lad’s dragon-pet for another brief instant. “I don’t suppose it matters, Wynter,” he muttered. “Whether we like each other or not is of no concern, just that we are capable of working together when it matters.”
You’ve learned a lot in this past year, my Spellbinder… Wynter’s voice trailed off and Jal got the sense that she had left the room all together. Likely off to where ever it was she went when she decided he would be okay without her...
He sighed softly and, as Valentine posed the question as to when the party was to leave Freegate, Jal finally found a seat at the table amongst the others. “Sir Valentine speaks the truth,” the spellbinder said as he settled into the chair and propped his staff up against one arm of the thing, “the more time we give the Red Corps to gather mana to themselves, the greater peril we will likely face. We should leave soon…”
(OOC: Sorry... just couldn't leave it alone after Bob's post)
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 09:04:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Aldorian, Human, Muppet, whatever... ;)
"... are there humans living on Aldor V as well? Is that why there's concern over the affects the vaccine will have on humans?"
Possibly, but there are definitely humans aboard the Discovery so there's definitely some cause for concern there, don't ya think? 
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 05:46:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Virus?
What virus? I thought this was a pleasure cruise! 
Guess I packed this Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops fer nuthin' huh? Geez... now I'm really torqued.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 14:37:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I'm not picky...
...either way is fine with me. A "night of preparation" might help to mesh the "new blood" with the "old blood," I would imagine... Buuuut, since we're talking two days on horseback towards our destination, there's plenty of time for that along the way, too.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 14:28:50.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Ooo!
Hydrochloric Acid Balloon Toss! 
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 09:54:37.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Hey, Sui!
Got your e-mail re: thos deck plans I sent... Sorry for the misunderstanding. To answer your "real" question(s):
The Discovery is a relatively new ship so she's not been on a great deal of missions, as yet. The most notable to date are:
- The Gavin III mission - Discovery's maiden voyage. We assembled and departed from SB 23, travelled across the Alpha quandrant in order to investigate a slew of strange occurances at a Federation Colony on Gavin III. A brief synopsis of this mission (without reading all 400 pgs of posts) is available in Olan's initial post to this game.
- The Zellog incident - Occurred shortly after we left the Gavin system. Again, details as they exist for this one are available in the first few posts on the "new" game.
As far as any other missions/adventures that we might have had over the past few months are kind of "up in the air"... I'm sure that if you have some ideas that you'd like to explore, Olan will be more than glad to provide some direction on this.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 07:53:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Revelations (Pt 1?)
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery; Observation Lounge – 1015 hrs
As Lt MacTavish approached the Observation Lounge, he took advantage of the split second of alone time to rub at his eyes again. Ach, he grumbled as his hand slid away from his eye and passed over his cheek, did I ferget ta shave this marnin’? Fer th’ luv o’… The stubble on his cheeks and chin was scarcely noticeable more than likely, but it was just another, subtle reminder to the TAC Officer that he had been ‘off his game’ for the past twenty-four hours or so, and that little annoyance crashed into the warpcore breach of the multitude of other thoughts that had been pinging around in his mind.
Et ain’t gonna make yer day none the shorter, Jackie-boy, he reminded himself as the door swept open, Wi’ wha’ yer aboot ta do, ye’ll likely no’ be getting’ th’ time ta shave fer days. As he had come to expect, Captain Blair was waiting on the other side of the door, and was ready with a greeting and a shake of the hand. The only other officer to precede Mac to the meeting was, of course, Commander Gavison. Had there been anyone else in the room, Jack imagined, the Captain would have been a little less personal with his hello this go round.
“Jack,” the Captain nodded, “You’re still considering my earlier recommendations, I hope?”
Jack nodded as he shook Noah’s hand; “Aye, sair. I’ve no’ ‘ad th’ opportunity ta make an appointment wi’ th’ ‘eadshrinker as yet, but I’ll be sure ta ‘ave one made afore me shift’s up. Et’s been a bloody riot o’ a marnin’, sair.”
Blair seemed satisfied with that response, offering the TAC Officer a somewhat reassuring smile before releasing his hand and allowing him to continue on to his seat. Jack settled, at first, into the chair that he normally occupied, then, glancing to his right, realized that Avanti wasn’t in the 2O’s seat. He smirked, shook his head, and as protocol indicated, slid himself into the 2O’s chair… Fargin’ amazed I e’en ‘eld on ta tha’, too, he mused… Until that very moment he hadn’t even considered that, when he had throttled Ens Drummond, he had done so as not just the TAC Chief but as the Second Officer of the boat, as well. Grand!
His gaze traveled across the table to Gavison, then, and he offered a weak smile. “G’marnin’, sair,” he said, “I reckon I owe ye an apology, ‘s well. Me moment o’ stupidity las’ night likely reflected ‘s poorly on ye’s it did meself an,’ fer tha’, Kel, I am sorra.”
(OOC: response…)
The other staff members had started filtering in as MacTavish concluded his end of the conversation with a nod. As such and with at least one other of the necessary apologies out of the way, the TAC Officer put those matters aside for the time-being and to the more urgent business of the staff meeting. It wasn’t too much later that all of the senior staff were in their places and Blair left his vigil by the door and took his own seat.
"Thank you all for coming," he began. "This meeting should, by all rights, be a short one. For now, let me turn the meeting over to Doctor Joseph Milkens. Doctor?"
“I'm not sure what I really have to add," the white-haired scientist stated in a thin voice. "There is a plague sweeping Aldor V. I have developed a vaccine to protect the uninfected Aldorians from it, but the materials do not replicate well; thus, the need to physically transport the vaccine, rather than simply send the formula to them."
Jack arched a brow. The fact that this vaccine the Doctor was touting couldn’t be sent to the surface via transporter had just tossed another little variable into the extensive equation that had been writing and re-writing itself in Mac’s head since he had found Ian’s name on those reports. Tha’s jus’ beau'iful, he scowled inwardly as he made a quick entry into his notes, Wha’ other lit’le ‘dinnae run wi’ scissors’ advice’ve ye go’ then? He returned his gaze to Miliken’s just as the man started to explain how the vaccine worked and a brief history on the precedents validating its use. Most of it fell into the “eggheads only” category of Mac’s mental filing system, though, and he had started to think that moving the stuff to the surface of Aldor V was going to be the worst of the tactical considerations that Miliken would dig up. Just as Jack was about to shift his attentions from the scientist to his own notes, though, Miliken’s words set off a red alert klaxon in the TAC Officer’s head.
"…the vaccine is dangerous to humans - the infection is quite deadly to us, so we must take special care when handling my cargo…"
Oh, Jayzus! If Ian es lurkin’ aboot Aldor V, I ‘ope ‘e’s no’ go’ whiff o’ this…
"Thank you, doctor," Blair stated, retaking the floor. Mac made a few more furious entries on his PADD and cast more than one concerned glance around the table as the Captain continued.
"We expect to arrive at Aldor V in approximately seventy-two hours." He looked at the bajoran helmsman for a moment. "We are on schedule, are we not, Lieutenant Zara?"
Mali gave her report and, as she did, the knot in Mac’s stomach tightened. O’ course we’re on bloody schedule, he griped, Tha’s Damali bloody Zara… We may jus’ arrive yesterday! Fer th’ luv o’ heather an’ haggis, lass, please tell me we’ve go’a wee bit o’ time…
"We must keep our guard up," the captain explained. "I have been made aware that one or more terrorist organizations are known to have active operations or sympathizers in the Aldor system. Obviously, I cannot stress enough how dangerous it could be if this medicine were used for any other purpose."
"With that in mind," Blair continued, "I turn the meeting over to Lieutenant MacTavish. Mister MacTavish, I understand that you have more specific information pertinent to this mission?"
“Aye, sair,” Mac replied with a heavy sigh as he got to his feet and tapped a key sequence that would transfer the data on his PADD to the wall mounted display, “an’ given wha’ Dr Miliken’s jus’ said, I’m afraid I’ve go’ a wee bit more’n wha’ I’d set off with.” His grey eyes panned around the table, pausing for a brief instant on each face… Remember ta lookit them faces agin when ye get done, lad; there’ll be tha' much more anticipation I’ll wager…
“There be sev’ral groups tha’ ‘ave active cells in operation in an’ aboot th’ Aldor system,” he began, “an’ normally, none of ‘em’d be much more’n a passin’ concern on a mission such’s we’ve go’ here. Tha’ said, I’ve gotta say tha’ I dinnae think we should be treatin’ this run as anythin’ close ta normal.” Mac’s gaze shifted from Tuvar, with whom he had already addressed a majority of his concerns, to Blair, and then to Gavison; “An’ the good Laird help me, I ‘ope I’m wrong aboot this one.
Computer; file four-one-four-delta-indigo-four-three-eight.” The lounge’s display jumped to life, displaying selected entries from the intelligence files that he had shared, thus far, only with certain TAC and SEC personnel. “A’right. As I said, typically, none o’ th’ groups tha’re in operation in the vicinity of Aldor’d be more’n a minor consideration. None o’ ‘em’re partic’larly large org’nizations an’ vera few of ‘em’ve done anythin’ ta ‘s much raise’n eyebrow a’ TACCOM er Fleet Intelligence. H’wever, after reviewin’ th’ information repr’sented ‘ere, I believe tha’ we may ‘ave cause fer worry when et comes ta this mission and this group…”
The display changed to display a SF Intel file entitled “Extremist Group Data File: Brothers against the Tyranny of the Federation,” that included a summary of the group’s history, known and suspected operatives, and notes on their activities. His eyes swept over the group again before he continued; “Th’ BTF’s no’ one o’ yer major terrorist orgs, o’ course, but they are one o’ th’ more aggressive anti-Federation groups in th’ lot; they’ve claimed respons’bilty fer er been tied ta more’n 16 bombin’s, kednappin’s, an’ assaults on Federation an’ Federation-friendly assets inna past three months. Tha’s jus’ inna Alpha quadrant. Add ta this tha’ Intel and TACCOM’ve been pickin’ up increased chatter o’ late indicatin’ tha’ there’s somethin’ fairly large-scale brewin’ in the sector fer which we’re bound, no’ ta mention th’ inf’rmation tha’ Dr Miliken’s jus’ shared wi’ th’ lot o’ us, an’ I’m sure ye c’n see where we may jus’ ‘ave a lit’le bit more pingin’ our sensors’n jus’ some group o’ fargin’ whackos lookin’ ta make th’ newscasts.”
Mac’s gaze made the circuit around the table once more before he prompted the display to change again. It was done as much to gage the reaction of the staff and VIPs as it was to prepare himself for the image that would be loaded next; “Next file,” he said, swallowing the stomach knot that had just clawed its way into his throat. The display shifted, displaying a series of surveillance images of a man who closely resembled the Discovery’s CTO. In fact, those who didn’t immediately perceive the slightly larger build, longer hair minus the peppering of gray, and overall less disciplined appearance of the man might have been tricked into believing that they were looking at pictures of a younger Jack. “This lit’le fu…” Jack caught the expletive before it made it fully past his lips and fought for a moment to control the emotion that that damned stomach knot was threatening to tinge his voice with. He glowered for a long moment at the images on the monitor and clasped his hands tightly behind his back lest he unconsciously ball them into fists and throw a punch at the thing. “This man,” he corrected, forcing himself to turn from the display, “is Ian Michael MacTavish. An’ I c’n guarantee ye, ladies an’ gen’lemen, if th’ lad’s so much’s caught the scarcest whiff o’ wha’ we’re deliverin’ ta Aldor V, we’re likely gonna be fairm in ‘is sites…”
((OOC: Must...avoid...carpal...tunnel...
Alright, let’s leave it there for the time being and see what comes of that. There is plenty of room for interjection, questions, etc, throughout this, of course… If there’s nothing “major” I’ll pick this up and finish it soon... Oops! Some mimor liberties taken in the above post, edits if neccesary))
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 21:51:38.
Edited on 2006-10-11 at 06:06:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I'm not 100% sure...
...but I would think that Chris would be Senior Staff and thus included in the staff meetings. Arevaci would be the "Head Counselor," after all, and would likely have at least one or two other "counselors" under his pervue.
I don't know that I'd give up on that personal welcome just yet, either... Could come in the form of a backpost, eh Cap'n? 
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 16:16:10.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Let's go, then... :)
“Thanks for saving my behind, Jedi,” Caise heard Damanil say, “Maybe one day I can return the favor.”
The miraluka offered the man a fractional nod by way of reply. “It was the will of the Force that saved you, Mr Shadoran,” Caise noted solemnly, “and the day to repay that favor may very well be upon you,” his blind gaze swept the compartment, momentarily regarding all of those who had managed to survive the Bothan’s treacherously conceived attack, “all of you, today.”
“Yep, I’m armed and ready to get out of here,” Dime said in reply to Caise’s earlier query, “Lord knows who or what else is after us now.”
“Good thing I travel light,” Caise heard Dime duck into another room and retrieve the rest of his luggage, “If I lose this I might as well be dead. My music is my life.”
The padawan couldn’t help but smile at the twi’lek’s enthusiasm. Dime was rather odd, he had decided during the time they had spent together aboard the Kul Kura, but there was something about the blue-skinned man that Caise sensed he could rely and depend on… He was glad that Dime had escaped the firefight unscathed. As the others, following Lana’s lead, hurried out the aftward egress from the room, Caise lingered by the door and waited to make sure that Damanil’s retreat from the forward hatch wasn’t left uncovered.
((OOC: Just filling some space and posting to post, really… a minor assumption was made in having Lana lead the way out of the room… easy enough to edit if necessary. Caise will wait for Damanil and, depending on the soldier’s preference, will either follow the others and allow Damanil to bring up the rear, or, if Damanil heads through the door first, Caise will take that spot for the moment… Game on!!!)
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 12:51:23.
Edited on 2018-03-07 at 11:24:37 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Was waiting...
... to see if anyone else was going to tack anything on and/or if we were waiting for you to toss anything else up, boss.
I can wriggle a post in today, if you want... Caise has plenty to work with at the moment. 
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 11:18:08.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: And on it goes...
A shudder ran through Jal when Gwanele entered the room and he reluctantly let go of his conversation with Wynter as his pale eyes lifted to regard the lovely woman. Over the past year, since Jal had once again discovered Freegate and subsequently began a more structured study of magic under the tutelage of the Mage’s Guild, the spellbinder had more than once had the opportunity to be instructed by the great arch-mage herself. Her power fascinated him, of course, as had The Master’s. Unlike the Iuzian sorcerer, though, Gwanele and the others who had taken part in his schooling were gentle and paid very close attention to Jal’s education. Yes, unlike The Master, Gwanele and the rest in the Mages Guild in Freegate gathered and bent mana for good as opposed to the evil leanings that the Master’s instruction promoted… and Wynter had become exceedingly happy when her Spellbinder had finally found a mentor such as Gwanele.
Pay attention, Wynter’s voice murmured as the archmage began the incantation that called forth the illusory landscape, will you remember?
“Yes,” he muttered, slinking a bit closer to Gwanele’s projection and studying both it and her with great curiosity, “I’ll remember… I’ll remember… not to worry, dear girl.” He was intrigued by the presence of the two powerful magic signatures, of course, and, at the same time a bit unnerved by them. The last time he had left Freegate in the company of an adventuring troupe it had been to deal with a group of Ogres and, in that instance, his own magic had been sufficiently powerful enough to handle the situations that had arisen, but now, discovering that not one but two very powerful mana-mashers were present at their objective… not to mention all of the Imperial Reds and Greens…
A bit more dangerous than the last, my love, Wynter sighed.
“A bit, Wynter, yes,” he mumbled in reply, still enrapt in his study of Gwanele’s illusion and in absorbing the details of her report, “but the rewards will be all the greater, too, yes? Imagine the knowledge that such powerful signatures must imply…”
It was then that the archmage dispelled her illusion, ending her report and returning the floor to Dwan. Jal blinked as the image disappeared, offered a sheepish smile to Gwanele when he suddenly realized he had been skittering all about the perimeter of her projection, and then slinked back to the spot he had originally occupied in Granitecrusher’s dining hall. “Sorry,” he mumbled, this time addressing the living.
After the Dwarf Lord had completed his portion of the briefing and opened up the floor to any questions that the group may have had, Jal stood silently listening to the rest as they discussed, oddly enough, who would be leading the party… They do worry about the strangest things, don’t they?
“I suppose, Wynter,” Jal whispered.
For whatever reason, he had simply assumed that the fellow in the plate mail would be the natural choice… His name is Arien, my Spellbinder… “He looks like a leader, doesn’t he?”… or perhaps even the rangy looking chap with the strange accent… Char… “Yes, Char, my love; I know.”
The scruffy looking mage leaned on his staff and simply listened to the questions that the others posed and, occasionally, whispered something in reply to Wynter’s commentary where she made it, but offered up very little of his own. It didn’t matter to him who lead the party, only that whatever it was they did, they did well… His eyes did widen, though, when the pseudo dragon materialized on Dapple’s shoulder.
A dragon, Wynter squealed, causing Jal to flinch a little and glance in the direction of the disembodied voice.
“Mmm,” the urchin-mage nodded casting his gaze back in Dapple’s direction as the boy unwound the creature’s tail from around his neck, “a pseudo-dragon… rather small, too… Are you hungry? For some reason, I have a taste for sausages.”
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 10:03:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: *ka-blink* Share who? What?
As flattering as that is...ummm... are ye tryin' ta KILL me?
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 09:00:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Decisions...
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, TAC Office, Deck 8 – 0900
The door hissed open and Chief Zamudio looked up from her display, a little surprised that the Lt had returned so quickly. “That was quick,” she quipped when Mac stalked through the door, “Taking Mueller off the top sheet?”
Mac shook his head; “No’ jus’ yet, Chief,” he said, “let th’ lad run things fer a bit longer, aye? I’ve go’ some things ta do an’ Jeffrey’ll likely be a better call if ye need anythin’.”
“You got it, boss,” she replied, eyeing the usually gruff Scotsman as he strode passed her, “Are you okay, sir?”
“Aye, Michelle,” he nodded without glancing back as he stepped through the door into his own office, “jus’ had a long night an’ the marnin’ caught me off guard’s all. Carry on, Chief.”
“Aye, sir,” the TAC department’s Staff NCO blinked. Wow! An explanation and he calls me by my first name? There is something going on.
As the door sealed shut behind him, Jack finally allowed himself that yawn that he had been holding back since he had first rolled out of Chan’s bed and, then, inspired by the relief of the yawn and still afforded the luxury of privacy, stretched and physically cracked his neck and back. “Coffee,” he rumbled at the replicator, “Blue Mountain.” The machine blipped its confirmation and, as Jack rounded his desk, he grabbed the steaming mug from the port and took a decidedly slow pull from it as he lowered himself into his chair.
“Computer, location of Ensign Anthony Drummond,” he requested, reclining a bit and letting his eyes close for a minute.
=/=Ensign Drummond is currently located on Deck Four. Upper Phaser Support; Foreport.=/=
Grand! Jack sighed, Tha’ means th’ lads one o’ mine er one o’ Waldgrave’s. Either way, tha’s a fine ‘ow’s yer mum, innit? If Drummond was TAC – which Jack was fairly sure he wasn’t – then the kid would likely bristle under Jack’s command unless the apology he intended to offer was well received… Nephew o’ a fargin’ Admiral? No’ bloody likely… and if the kid was ENG, then the new CEO’s ‘second memory’ of the TAC Chief would likely be that Mac was the one who roughed up one of her boys. Ach, an’ I still need ta get doon ta Engineerin’ an’ gab wi’ Lt Commander Waldgrave aboot the weapons systems…
“Time?”
=/=The time is zero-nine-zero-three hours.=/=
Jack opened his eyes, leaned forward, and took another swig of his coffee before setting the mug down on his desk. Th’ lass’s prob’ly still nailin’ down ‘er staff an’ gettin’ th’ feel o’ th’ ship, he mused, resting his elbows on his desk and rubbing his temples, I reckon I c’n catch up wi’ ‘er after th’ staff meetin’; tha’s no’ far off…
“Location of Counselor Averaci?”
=/=Counselor Averaci is in his office.=/=
“O’ course ‘e is,” Mac sighed. Mebbe I’ll jus’ grab a minute wi’ him after th’ staff meetin’, ‘s well. I cannae make meself do this jus’ yet…
=/=Tuvar to MacTavish…=/=
The Scot’s eyes had just fell shut again as he contemplated which task he needed to accomplish first but they snapped open as if he had been caught sleeping when the half-vulcan SEC Chief’s voice sounded over his combadge.
=/=…Please report to Main Security when you have the opportunity. Out.=/=
I reckon tha’ cuts et, then, he chuckled as he reached for his coffee. Tuvar had found Ian’s name in the intel files he had had Jeffrey deliver to her earlier and she had questions. An’ she sounds’s ef she’s a’ready figgered oot th’ answers, aye? I bloody luv that green-blood.
After swallowing a mouthful of coffee, Jack tapped his badge and replied; “Sure theng, Lieutenant. D’ye wanna hash this oot face ta face afore the staff meetin’, then, er would ye be wantin’ ta wait wait an’ hear th’ whole bloody lot wi’ the rest?”
He knew what her answer was going to be, of course, and he was already out of his seat and moving for the door, taking the remains of his coffee with him. As he made his way through the outer office he nodded to Zamudio; “I’ll be in Main Security til th’ staff meetin’, Chief.”
Immediately following her acknowledgement, Jack tapped his badge again; “On me way, Tuvar.”
((OOC: Jack’s heading to confab with Tuvar… Vesper, feel free to kick that convo off, if you like… Sec roster is on the way to you…. RK and Kicktoria - if Mac doesn't catch up with Chris or Kat before the staff meeting, you'll both definitely be seeing him after. ))
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 14:24:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Link to Galaxy Class Deck Plans
I just now happened to find the original link to the site where I found the deckplans for the Enterprise D (basically the exact same ship as Our Lady Discovery, except we've got a more interesting crew and a different reg number ). I've found that a zipped compilation of all of these images works out to about a 10 meg file... so, for those who don't want a file that size in their mailbox http://www.cloudster.com/Sets&Vehicles/STNGEnterprise/EnterpriseDPlans.htm... I do have the whole collection zipped up and available to mail to whoever might want it, too.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 13:57:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Decaf my eye!
With as much as Mac's got to do all of the sudden there's no way he can switch to decaf now!
I've got the day off today (God bless Christopher Columbus and his inability to navigate ) so I'll get Mac's next post going and see what all I can get covered... Kat can likely expect a visit soon.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 08:39:01.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: LOL
Mac's gonna like you...
By the by, unless I'm mistaken, Mac and Avanti had discussed and perhaps implemented some modifications to the phaser arrays and shield generators (Olan has final say on this, of course)... There may even be some "work still in progress" to that end, actually. Don't know if that helps at all but it's definitely reason enough for Mac to be paying a call to ENG before long... He's going to want to make sure that LtCdr Waldgrave knows what's going on as far as that's concerned.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 07:53:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Roger that...
...just don't go palming any faces and you should be in good shape.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 07:29:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: You can always backtrack...
...and post retroactively, too. If you wanted to get started on the "frist duty day" in ENG, for example, you can always throw a post out there to cover that and, wehn Stu gets his post/replies tacked up, you can always "warp back" and cover it in a later post.
Kind of tricky to get the hang of, I know, but, in a game like Discovery, there's always a loophole somewhere that will provide you with a chance to post something.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 06:50:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: What the...?
Bridge - 0847 hrs
As he waited for the turbolift, Mac cast another somewhat befuddled glance back at the closed door to the Captain’s ready room. He still couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened in the small office adjacent to the Discovery’s bridge. Despite having more than earned it, he hadn’t been so much as officially reprimanded for his lapse of judgment let alone tossed in the brig as he had almost expected to happen but, when he left the room, he felt more like he had been “called onto the carpet” than he ever had before in his entire tenure with the Fleet… it was a difficult thing to define clearly but, somehow, what had just transpired in that ready room meant more to Mac than even being accepted into the Academy had.
Chroist but I’m wrecked, he thought, suddenly realizing how exhausted he was, and trying to stifle a yawn. He turned as the door to the lift opened and immediately thumped squarely into someone else. The collision knocked the half-stifled yawn from the TAC Officer’s lungs in the form of a loud ‘Oooof!’ and had knocked the other party flat on their bum and sent a PADD clattering to the deck.
“Ach, fer the luv o’…” Mac started, caught completely off guard by the incident; then, he blinked noticing the PADD and the blonde haired junior looey in science blues on the floor in front of him. Keely, isn’it? Right, the lass go’ bit by tha’ fargin’ vine sairpent on Gavin. Wha’ izzit she does? Somethin’ wi’ plants er sommat… Stop talkin’ ta yerself an’ help th’ lass ta ‘er feet…
“‘Scuse me, Keely,” he rumbled as he stooped to retrieve the PADD she had fumbled and then, as he rose, extended his free hand to help her up, “Are ye a’right, lass? I reckon I should’nae stand atop th’ lift door.”
The Xenobotanist got to her feet and smiled shyly up at him as she dusted herself off. “Sorry, too,” she said, “I guess I should watch where I’m going.”
The CTO offered a faint shake of his head; “Tha’s a diff’cult thing ta do when where yer goin’ is hid behind a door, aye?” Once she had situated herself, Mac offered the PADD back. “There ye go, Keely,” he said from behind a rather tired smile, “I ‘ope I dinnae ruffle yer feathers too much,” He stepped aside after she took the PADD, providing her with unimpeded access to the gangway, “Ye have a grand marnin’.”
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 04:30:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Aboot face!!! (?)
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery; Deck 2, Lt Hemlos’ quarters – 0348
Jack’s eyes opened and he blinked at the darkened ceiling of Chantelle’s bedroom. He sighed softly, lifting his head off the pillow to glance down to where Chan’s head rested on his chest, and a smile played on his lips for a moment. She squirmed a little, snuggling closer against him when he lifted a hand to brush a spill of her dark hair away from her face, one slender arm sliding across his stomach and one of her naked legs moving to curl around both of his in an effort to keep him close. “G’mornin’ me bonny apple blossom,” he whispered, letting his eyes close again for an instant after he softly kissed the top of her head and wrapped her up in his arms. As he pulled her naked form closer, the entirety of their lovemaking replayed in his memory and, for a moment, the thoughts that had awoken him so early were displaced by the beautifully warm memories. No matter how pleasant those memories were, or how much he wanted to hold on to them and think of nothing else, though, Jack’s mind couldn’t help but track back to the intelligence reports that had alluded to Ian’s presence on or near Aldor V. Nor could they escape the recollections of the events that had transpired between the time he had reviewed those reports and when Chan had led him, still in a near uncontrollable rage, to her room just a few, short hours ago.
Laird, he thought, remembering the young ensign (and all the witnesses) outside of Ten Forward, I reckon there’ll be hell ta pay fer tha’… Ye’d think ye’d’ve lairned by now, idiot!
He moved a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as the possible implications of last night’s actions started chasing around in his skull. Whether it was because of a dream or because the tension that had started to rise in Jack already was a palpable thing to her, Chantelle muttered something in her sleep, wriggled a bit and then rolled over onto her other side. He watched her sleep for a few moments but, when he found that it wasn’t helping to dispel the irritating thoughts that had prodded him into wakefulness, Jack decided that there was a lot to do before Tuvar’s lads came to toss him in the brig. Gotta get tha’ file dumped ta her terminal, wake Jeffrey an’ tell him ta be expectin’ an appointment ta CTO… Jayzus, I ‘ope they gimme until a’least eight-hundred hours…
Jack rubbed his eyes and blinked at the ceiling, again, then turned to regard the still sleeping science officer next to him. Et were gettin’ too good ta believe fer ye, anyway, Jack-lad, he mused as he reached out and feathered a hand delicately over the woman’s slight frame. When his hand reached the flat of her belly, he scooted closer, just for an instant, and kissed her softly on the shoulder, neck, and cheek. “I’ve go’ ta go ta wairk now,” he whispered, “I luv ye, me bonny apple blossom.”
He had to physically force himself to do it, but Jack finally managed to leave Chantelle alone in her bed and follow the trail of their discarded uniforms into the next room. “Coffee,” he requested as he prowled past the replicator, “Blue Mountain, double black.” The computer responded with a soft blip as it started to produce the drink. As he tugged on the crumpled uniform, he realized that he would have to stop by his quarters for a clean one; “Computer. Time?”
=/=The current time is zero-three-five-five hours. Stardate…=/=
“The time’s enough, thank ye…” Four o’clock, he nodded, I s’pose I c’n get ever’thin’ done ef they lemme slide ‘til eight… plenty o’ time ta slip on a’least one more clean uni in yer career. He had gathered Chan’s clothes, as well, and having folded them semi-neatly, he left them on one end of the couch in her living room before he retrieved his coffee from the replicator and, allowing himself one more moment of diversion, stood in her doorway and watched her for a minute longer. “I’m truly sorry, lass,” he muttered sipping away the first sip of coffee, “fer wha’ever comes o’ this…”
TAC Office, Deck 8 – 0800
“…so ye jus’ be ready fer when et ‘appens, aye?”
Lt (JG) Mueller shook his head in disbelief. “Dammit, Mac,” he said, looking across the desk at the Scot, “y’know, everybody jokes about anger management and stuff when it comes to you… Hell, I started half of those jokes… but I figured you’d gotten past that, by now. Sure you’ve gone off on your rants and slapped a few heads but… damn, another fight?”
“I would’nae call et a fight…”
“Whatever, man,” Jeff interrupted, “you palmed the guy’s face and bounced his head off the wall! Just because he didn’t take a swing at you doesn’t mean the brass isn’t gonna call it a fight! Y’know, Mac, I’m beginning to believe that you’ve got serious issues. I mean, come on, so some drunk doofus calls your woman Bones! Big friggin’ deal! What’s more important to you, man…”
“Tha’s enough, Jeffrey,” Jack said.
“…your career or the fact that some mouth-breather might have insulted your girlfriend?!” Mueller finished, ignoring the look of irritation on the CTOs face.
“Are ye done?”
“No,” Jeff snapped, suddenly reaching across the desk and snatching the coffee mug from in front of his mentor, “I’m not, you smarmy, skirt-wearin’, son-of-a-bitch! And don’t you friggin’ look at me like your gonna haul off and kick my butt, too, cuz you know I’m right about this. If you do get tossed in the brig, Jack, I’ll run your friggin’ department for however long I need to, you know that, and I’ll turn it back over to you the minute you get out, but I ain’t gonna be happy about it. The way you’re going, my friend, I’ll be a friggin’ fleet admiral and you’ll still be gettin’ busted down to friggin’ junior looey on a regular basis!” The aCTO stomped over to the replicator and shoved the half-full mug of coffee back into it. “And even if they don’t court martial your dumb ass and toss you in the brig, I’d seriously recommend that you switch to friggin decaf!”
“Are ye done, now?” Mac asked. The Scotsman was eerily calm, his hands folded on the desk in front of him and his eyes trained on Mueller just as they had been through the duration of the younger man’s withering chastisement.
“Yeah,” Jeff scowled, “if that’s all I’m gonna get out of you, I guess I am.” Man, does he look tired. What the hell is going on with him?
“Grand,” Mac nodded as he shoved a PADD across the desk, “then I reckon ye c’n take tha’ doon ta Tuvar for me. I’ve go’ some thin’s wha’ need ta be finished up around here an’ I shoulda had tha’ ta her las’ night.”
Mueller shook his head, at once irritated and weirded out that his tirade hadn’t prompted more of a reaction from his long time friend. “What’s this,” he demanded, snatching the device from the desk and turning it around to get a look at the data.
“Some files tha’ may ‘ave some bearin’ on this lit’le jaunt ta Aldor V,” Mac responded, “There’s a’ready a copy on yer terminal, as well. You make sure tha’ Tuvar digests tha’, aye?”
Jeff was striding for the door, his scowling gaze focused on the information that he had already called up on the PADD – Tuvar would expect a little more from him than a simple ‘Here. Mac says read this’ when he dropped the thing off – when a certain section of the first file caught his attention and, at least to him, explained why Jack’s temper had gotten the best of him last night. The door had slid away into the bulkhead but Jeff didn’t step through. “Is this for real, Mac,” he asked after a moment, “Ian? Seriously?”
“Aye, lad,” Mac nodded, “et’s real enough…”
“Damn, Mac. I’m…”
“Shaddap, Jeffrey. Get th’ file ta Tuvar.”
“Yeah… I’m all over it, boss.” The brass may not buy it, Mueller thought, but I’ll bet they don’t know half the story behind this, either… Jeffrey knew all about Jack’s younger brother; more than had even made it into Starfleet’s Intel database over the years. If Mac’s finally catching up with the little… He shook his head and broke into a run toward the turbolift… Oh damn!
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0840
=/=Blair to MacTavish=/=
An’ here we go… I go’ an extra forty minutes a’least. Mac logged out of his terminal and made his way around his desk before tapping his combadge; “MacTavish, here. Wha’ c’n I do for ye, Cap’n?”
=/=Lieutenant, report to my ready room.=/= It was obvious from the tone of Blair’s voice that this was the moment that Jack had been expecting and dreading all morning.
“On my way, sair.” There was a sense of foreboding in the pit of his stomach as he exited what he was sure would be Mueller’s office within the next few hours and passed through the larger part of Tactical’s offices.
“Mester Mueller’s go’ th’ shift ‘til I return, Chief,” he rumbled to SCPO Zamudio as he strode by… if I return at all.
“Yessir,” Zamudio answered. “You okay, El-tee?”
She couldn’t believe it when the man actually stopped, turned and offered her a weak smile; “I doubt it, Zamudio.”
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Captain’s ready room – 0844
"Jack, I think that you know why I've called you here." The captain's voice was dead, holding none of its usual life and humor.
“Aye, sair,” Jack answered, “Unfortunately, I believe I do.”
"It seems that there was an altercation outside of ten forward last night. Ensign Drummond has filed a complaint, stating that you attacked him. Several witnesses observed the incident, and agree with his claim. Obviously, this reflects very poorly on you."
“Aye, sair.” Drummond, was it, Jack nodded, I reckon tha’ I’ll need ta remember tha’ afore this’s all an’ done.
Mercifully, Blair left it unsaid that the incident reflected very poorly on him, as well. Unlike any of the other, similar incidents that had pockmarked his service record over the years, the Jack knew that this one was completely his fault and that the guy on the receiving end hadn’t deserved even half of what he’d gotten. To that end, there was nothing he could say in his own defense and, so, didn’t add anything more.
Noah shook his head. "I suppose that if you are going to beat up an ensign, you might as well pick a good target." He casually indicated the PADD on the desk. "Ensign Anthony Drummond. Nephew of Admiral Nathaniel Drummond." The captain sighed.
Ach, a fargin’ Admiral's nephew, Jack’s shoulder slumped, then, and he hung his head for just a second, tha’s jus’ fantastic innit? “Sair, I’m apologize,” he said, straightening in his chair again and meeting the captain’s disapproving gaze, “There be some extenuatin’ circumstances ta th’ lot, but I c’n make no excuses fer me actions an’ I accept full responsibility…” Oy, ye jus’ kill tha’ extenuatin’ circumstances bit, aye? Yer s’posed ta be a Starfleet officer, fer the luv o’ Charlie, no’ some vengeful starhopper.
"Jack, you are an excellent officer. You run an outstanding department. When it really counts, you are always there to meet the challenge, always making the right decisions. And yet, your record is spotted by incidents like this."
Noah shook his head. "Jack, you should be wearing three pips right now, but as is, there are only two on your collar, and it will be some time before you have the seniority to be considered for another. You will make a fine captain someday, but at the rate you are going, your career will never advance beyond looey. You are your own worst enemy!"
Jack didn’t know what to say to that. The captain was right, of course. Had it not been for his lapses in judgment over the years, especially where his temper and sense of honor were concerned, Jack MacTavish most likely would have already pinned on his Commander’s pips and likely would have been well on his way to having his own command. It was at this point that Jack seriously considered tendering his resignation, if for no other reason than to save Blair the embarrassment of a full tribunal on the matter and save himself all the “I told you so” testimonies that were sure to accompany such a proceeding.
“Aye, sair,” Jack replied again, nodding slowly and falling silent as he tried to force the words I’ll submit me resignation right away an’ remand meself ta th’ brig until we reach Aldor V past his lips.
Just at the instant that Mac had found it in himself to utter the sentence, though, and had lifted his gaze to meet the Captain’s again, Blair pulled yet another surprise out of the bag. "This morning,” he said, regarding the TAC officer evenly, “I convinced Ensign Drummond to drop his complaint. I pointed out to him that were he to pursue it, he would be earning his own reprimand for insubordination and conduct unbecoming once everyone's testimony was made official."
Wha’?!? Jack’s eyes almost bugged out of his head and, though his lips were moving in and attempt to form a ‘thank you, sair’ no sound came out of his mouth and all he could manage was a slow, dumbstruck nod.
"By the way," Blair added, "Chantelle is a big girl - I'm sure that she can handle a little name calling without your help. Oh, don't look at me that way, Jack," he spoke, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, "you two aren't nearly as subtle as you might like to think. Escorting the lieutenant to her quarters, indeed!" He snorted. "It seems that you seem to be escorting a certain lieutenant to quite a few places of late. Even so, I don't see her as the kind of girl who should have to come and visit you in the brig."
The TAC man’s cheeks flushed a little at that and he offered another nod, along with a somewhat sheepish smile, to the Captain. “Aye, sair,” he grinned, “I was thinkin’ tha’ vera thing meself, this marnin’.”
"Jack," he continued, hoping that his attempt at being droll had softened things a bit, "the way I see it, you have a choice to make. You can choose to continue to periodically become a violent ass, and to make sure that your career stagnates and your health suffers. Or, you can choose to do something about it, and become the kind of officer - the kind of man - that you are capable of being."
Noah leaned back in his chair. "I'm not going to order you to do anything. A person can only change if they want to change. If I force you to seek help, it will only waste everyone's time, and cause every one of your future COs to spend even more time reading the added entries in your jacket for no good reason." He shook his head. "No, but I'm going to ask you, as a friend, to go and see Counselor Arevaci. He may surprise you, Jack - this man is not the typical, run of the mill head-shrinker."
Friend? Jack was both surprised and humbled all in the same breath. The entire outcome of this meeting had surprised him, of course, but nothing in it had hit him quite as hard as the captain requesting, as a friend, that Jack seek counseling. Sure an’ this is th’ craziest fargin’ cruise ye’ve e’ver been on, then, innit? He wasn’t entirely sure that the new counselor would be able to do anything about anything that was going on in his head but, if Noah could stoop to considering him a friend, then Mac figured the least he could do was give it a try… not because the Captain of the boat had ordered him to but because a friend had asked him to...
“I’ll…I’ll do tha’, sair,” MacTavish nodded, “an’ I’ll be sure ta pop in on Ensign Drummond an’… ah… extend me apologies.” For some reason, Jack was having a bit of difficulty meeting Noah’s gaze at the moment. “I appreciate yer…” Ach but this’s bloody odd! Wha’ do ye say when ye don’ get reprimanded fer bein’ a dumb haggis? Jack sighed then but the sound of it was unlike any other sigh he had ever heaved in the presence of any CO in all of his career; rather than an expression of disgust or aggravation, it sounded as if it might just be a mixture of disbelief and relief. “Thank ye, Noah,” he said simply after a moment, “I appreciate tha’.”
Blair stood and extended his hand to MacTavish. "All right, Jack. Like I said, the choice is yours. Think on it, and make it."
There was no hesitation as Mac followed the Captain’s lead, accepting the offered hand gratefully. “Aye, sair,” he said, “I’ll do tha’. An’ agin, sair, I’m vera sorry fer embarrassin’ ye.”
Noah nodded. "Dismissed, lieutenant."
Mac withdrew his hand then and rendered perhaps the most respectful salute of his life; “Aye, sair. Thank ye, sair.” Without another word – but not foregoing another strangely surprised look at the Captain – Mac turned on his heel and strode from the ready room.
((OOC: An’ there ya have it… one “turning point”… … Mac will head, first back to the TAC office, where he’ll seriously consider making an appt with Chris… Feel free to step into his path, if you like….))
Posted on 2006-10-08 at 16:04:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Deckplans...
Sui,
I just e-mailed you a set of pretty detailed deckplans for Our Lady Discovery. Let me know if you need anything else... I've got a buuuunch of info.
Posted on 2006-10-07 at 08:18:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: PG-13
Is probably the safer bet... we do have a few "whippersnappers" about, y'know? Of course, everyone knows that PG-13 is basically R with a little more of the "fade to black" bits at the appropriate moments. From what I've seen of that upcoming post LysKhala, you're still okay!
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 13:34:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I'll have you know that I don't use cookie cutters...
...I build my character concepts out of legos thank you very much!
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 08:04:00.
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