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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: G'night...
Ten Forward – 2224 hours
What Jack considered the “official” part of this soirée – the sit around the table and have polite dinner conversation with the new staff bit – had come to an end a short time ago and, since then, the thing had turned into the usual get chummy gab fest. Reminiscences of Academy days and previous tours were batted about, personal tales and philosophical discussions drifted across the table and, as such, the small group of officers had become several even smaller groups. Smokin’ an’ jokin’, MacTavish smirked as he let his gaze wander from one knot of people to the next, et’s time ta go. He drained the remnants of his glass, flicked a meaningful glance in Chantelle’s direction, pushed away from the edge of the table where he had been perched, and clipped off the short distance between himself and the senior staff’s table.
“Well, ladies an’ gen’lmen,” he rumbled, doing a fairly decent job of offering a smile, “et’s gettin’ ta be past me bedtime an’ I’ve go’ a lo’ ta do come marnin’, so I reckon I’ll be off.
Commander Waldgrave,” he nodded to the dark-haired woman, “Welcome aboard. I look farward ta servin’ wi’ ye.”
His eyes ticked to Raines then and he clapped a hand on the OPS Chief’s meaty shoulder; “Ben, me lad,” he said, “as usual, ye’ve outdone yerself onna dinner.”
The TAC Officer continued around the table, offering each that remained there something in the way of a ‘good night.’ He congratulated Kel, once more, on the birth of his daughter; thanked the Captain ‘fer ever’thin’’, and even made a quip to Vic about how he’d managed to stay injury free for longer than two weeks (Mac still wasn’t too happy about actually engaging the safety protocols on the holodeck, but between Vic’s consternation and Chan’s subtle pleading, he had finally complied to a certain degree).
((responses if you wish and replies as necessary…))
When he got to Tuvar he nodded. “Yer Betas’re startin’ their phaser qualifications fer this quarter inna marnin’, aye?” Ye a’least gotta pass tha’ file on ta her, lad, he had told himself earlier in the evening, whether yer brother’s name’s onnit er no’.
((Vesper, we spoke about this file via PM, I believe… regardless of response to the phaser quals…))
“A’right then,” he nodded, “If ye dinnae mind, I’d like ta have me gamma group from sensor support test in wi’ yer lads. Ach,” he blinked as if he’d just remembered something else that he wanted to tell the SEC chief, “I’ve go’ a file tha’ I’d like ye ta have a look at, as well. I’ll be sure ta have it shunted ta yer office afore I tairn in fer th’ evenin’.”
Mac shook the half-vulcan’s hand, nodded at her again, and then strolled in the direction of the bar to bid his farewells to Zara and Arevaci. “Mali,” he grinned, addressing the bajoran by her nickname as he slid his empty glass across the bar to Issac, “I s’pose I’ll be seein’ ye on shift, lass. Have a good night, aye?”
The bartender retrieved the empty tumbler and offered the TAC man a wide smile as Jack turned and extended a hand to Cristoph. “Counselor,” he nodded, “pleasure ta make yer acquaintance, sair.”
With the farewells out of the way, Jack made his way for the door. The thing had no sooner whooshed open than he detected the faint scent of apples and Chantelle appeared beside him. “Evenin’, Lieutenant Hemlos,” he smiled softly, “care fer an escort home?”
Ian was still on his mind and he was still more than just a little tense at the implications of the files he had reviewed on the bridge earlier, but he had slowed down on his consumption of the Glenlivet after Chan had approached him earlier in the evening and pointed out that it might be obvious that he was distracted. He hoped that his actions since then and the “promises” made at that time had helped dispel the concerns she had had. Perhaps they would just spend the night as Jack had promised and that would be the end of it; he wouldn’t have to try and explain anything about Ian tonight…
But I bloody well doubt it…
((OOC: Ding! Next…))
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 08:01:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Uh-oh!!!
Ummm... hey... Ben?
Dude... don't forget that Natalie is a Xenobotanist... she can probably make you a salad out of some weird Romulan lettuce and your... uh... "stuff" will fall right off! Tread carefully. 
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 15:14:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Personally...
...a brief description of the world would probably give me a good nudge in the direction "cleaning up" and "fine tuning" Jal's history. Probably wouldn't hurt as far as his current perceptions - such as they are - on the world are concerned, either.
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 15:02:26.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Catch the wave...
...Surf in bed!
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 13:34:09.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: And Jal is...
...the schizoid in the group, I suppose.
The boy's got issues folks. Bear with me on this one. 
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 13:31:59.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: The urchin mage...
Jal stood silently for a long time, his piercing, ice-hued eyes surveying the room from behind a wild, random veil of long, black hair as the others – most apparently already familiar with one another – took their turns introducing themselves. He caught bits and pieces of what each of the others in the room had said but he often found his attentions wandering from their speeches and drawn to other things. No matter, he thought as his gaze drifted over the maps that covered Dwan’s desk, Wynter will let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed.
He sighed softly as the mental mention of her name conjured a spectral image of the girl’s face before his eyes…she was smiling, of course, and her amber eyes sparkled with amusement as phantom sparks of eldritch light danced about her head and blew through the waves of burnished copper that was her hair. That smile could never go unreturned as far as the odd mage was concerned and so, after absently pushing a tangled shock of hair from his eyes, he grinned back at the ghostly girl. When he reached out a hand to touch her, though, he realized that her lips were moving…
I believe they’re waiting for you, Jal, she whispered, they want to know about you… where you’re from… what you’re doing here…tell them, my Spellbinder…trust... and tell them…
He blinked as Wynter’s visage faded from his sight and her voice faded from his mind. A sad, some might have said heartbroken, expression ghosted over his features and he withdrew his hand from the empty air where only a moment ago Wynter’s soft, warm cheek had been. “Oh,” he sighed heavily as he nervously withdrew the hand and hid its sigil scarred form within his tattered cloak. The rest were looking at him, now – some expectantly and some with looks of concern or confusion of some sort – and, letting Wynter go again, he offered an uncertain smile as he addressed them.
“I am Jal… Spellbinder,” he offered, “and I come from… from…”
Tell them…
“…from nowhere,” the scruffy mage completed the statement as the long strands of his hair fell back over his features and veiled much of his face from the world again. It was an odd thing to say, he was sure, but wasn’t it true? “Is that right,” he asked, apparently addressing none who physically sat in the chamber. Jal appeared to listen to nothing for a long moment, then with an enthusiastic nod and a bright smile, he regarded the assemblage of adventurers again. “Yes, yes! Jal Spellbinder from nowhere… I’m a… well… I… I have some skill with magic.”
Well done…
“Thank you, Wynter,” he muttered. Still smiling, the mage returned to his inspection of the room, and spent the next several minutes whispering to himself.
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 13:28:27.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Hey!
You said Lightsabers! No takesie-backsies, dude!
But yeah... all that other stuff could be fun, too... How about tossing in some roller-blading zombies and a rocket launcher?
Back on topic:
Full Contact Competative Eating! 
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 15:56:39.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 15:57:05 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Come on down!
You're the next contestant on....
SAVE THAT PUPPY!!!
Hello boys and girls, ladies and gents, and welcome to Saaaaave That Puppy!!! I'm your host, Daaaaaag Nabbit!
I'm sure you're all wondering how last week's contestants fared against the Honey-Slide-O-Doom into the hive of angry, killer bees... or if they managed to get past the grizzly bears after running the ketchup cannon gauntlet... Unfortunately, we can't tell you the outcome until all pending litigations are discharged... So....
On to the show!!!!!
P.S. Hey Val... sign me up for that gladitorial arena thing. Will there be bats and boards with nails in em and stuff?
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 15:18:44.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 15:20:04 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: What's it called when you contemplate contemplation?
There's nothing wrong with that post that I can see, Sui... Make that character yours, dude!
Also, the Bajoran given name/surname slip was completely my oops! Take two geek-points away from Eol's score card please...  I just got myself confuddled somehow and completely forgot about the "Mali origin's". Anyhoo, keep up the good posts... I look forward to seeing where you go with Zara.
Eol,
Monarch of the Kingdom of Longpost 
Edit: I edited my previous post on the bridge to correct my slip.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 15:14:11.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 15:49:49 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: "I hope it came off ok..."
It came off great, Av! Well done, bravo, weehaaa, etc, etc... way to run with it!
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 10:42:07.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Lingering over dinner...
There is some really good potential for roleplay if we drag the dinner out just a little longer, I think... but I don't think it's necessary to get too carried away with it... If anything "major" comes of the interactions over dinner, there's always back posts, right?
I'd say leave it up to those who have yet to post any interactions at dinner (or during that time frame, as the case may be)... if there's nothing they want to add at this point, let's jump ahead... if there is, give it til the end of the day or something and jump from there?
I'm anxious to "get started" myself, but man is there some good stuff unravelling at the dinner table!
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 10:07:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: No blood, no foul...
Not a problem Fuby... I figured out where you were going with it and made a few little "tweaks" in my latest post.
Nice job with the Counselor, too, RK... I'm diggin' it! Actually looking forward to seeing what might happen if Chris gets ol' Mac to make an appointment.
I love this crew... I really do...
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 09:02:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Postponing the inevitable
Ten Forward – 2120 hours
Chantelle quickly glanced around the room as Jack deftly turned her query back on her and he took the opportunity to formulate a plan. The woman had picked up on the fact that something other than the every day routine was bugging him and, as he had come to expect of her over the past few months, Jack knew that Chan wasn’t liable to let him get away with out-maneuvering her. This is no’ th’ place fer et, though, he sighed inwardly.
“I’m fine,” she said softly as her azure eyes turned back to him, “I’m not so sure about you.”
He had already extricated himself from his seat at taken a few strategic steps away from the table. There was no need for the rest of the senior staff to hear any of this. Chan, for her part, shadowed him across the floor and, when they reached what Jack considered to be a safe distance he leaned in and whispered; “I tol’ ye, luv, I’m a’right. Th’ only thing wrong wi’ me is tha’ I’m no’ yet in yer bed.”
“Jack, please,” she started.
He couldn’t help but laugh at that and, taking her gently by the elbow, he guided her a bit farther from the crowd. “Please,” he chuckled teasingly after having successfully maneuvered her out of earshot of the others, “Ach, luv, ye dinnae hafta beg.” He smiled that crooked smile of his, pulled her just a little closer, and nuzzled her ear for a moment.
He heard a soft sigh escape her lips at that and, for a moment, thought that she might have let go of whatever concerns she may have had. “Oh Jack,” she cooed, starting to melt against him but not quite letting herself succumb completely to the play, “You’ve been drinking and this…this isn’t the place for…”
No, luv, he agreed, et’s no’…Jack leaned in further and pressed against her. “Fer wha’, luv,” he whispered as a wicked smile spread across his features and he cast a quick glance about the place. It didn’t appear that anyone had noticed them slip away, as yet. “If et would make ye feel better,” he continued, his voice a low purr, “as soon’s possible, we c’n get oota here an’ go ta yer place so I c’n do this thing proper.”
He was sure he felt her heart pick up its tempo, then, and a somewhat blissful gasp escaped her lips. “Wha' say ye, lass,” he grinned, gingerly tracing his fingers along the delicate line of her jaw as he even allowed himself to get lost in the moment. Do ye realize what yer sayin’, lad? Are ye ready fer sech a theng?
“Alright, Jack,” she said breathlessly as she reluctantly pushed past him, nervously tugging at her tunic, and started to make her way back to the table, “let’s… let’s make it soon, okay?”
He nodded; “Aye, lass. Soon,” he promised, smiling as he watched her retreat, just a little flustered, to the company of the senior staff again, “vera soon.” His grin broadened a bit as her cheeks flushed at that last comment.
Point, MacTavish, he sighed, feeling just a little bit bad about having distracted her from her original intent but also a little better at not having to have that conversation with her here. “Chan,” he called before she got much farther away…
She glanced back over her shoulder, an inquisitive look on her pink-tinged porcelain features.
“I luv ye, lass,” he said, offering a smile that was as much a thank you to her for relenting as it was an expression of the sentiment he had just uttered.
The blush that had started to fade from her cheeks bloomed full and bright again and she offered him that sheepish smile that he found irresistible before forcing herself to finish the trip to the dinner table…
((OOC: Modified the dialog just a little, Fuby… dinner’s kind of just gotten started and it probably wouldn’t be well received if Mac and Chan ducked out, right away… cool?... Onward!))
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 08:45:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Presents and presence
Ten Forward – 2113
MacTavish swept his gaze around the table again watching the others enjoy their meals and engage in the idle chit-chat that often accompanied such events. Raines apparently had found something in common with LtCdr Waldgrave, remembering her from the Academy days from the sounds of it, and had engaged the woman in conversation already. A faint grin tugged at the corners of Jack’s mouth as he abandoned his observation of the Ops Chief and the new CEO… Bloody Raines’s slicker’n snot on a doorknob, he thought as he half-heartedly poked at the food on his plate, I’ve ne’er seen an Ops guy manage the wairkload he does an’ still come up wi’ witty banter after a dooble-shift. Tha’ lad’ll be commandin’ his own boat someday, I’ll wager…heh… mebbe he’d’ve been a better choice fer two-oh! He set the fork aside, deciding that his appetite for food had long since passed and reached for his glass, his gaze shifting from Ben to the Captain and Commander Gavison. As he lifted the glass to his lips, he found himself wondering it would be wise to inform the two men of the feeling in his gut and recommend putting some tactical and security protocols in place. He almost choked as the thought came close to inspiring a chuckle and the sip of scotch caught in his throat.
Aye, the TACman laughed to himself as he swallowed hard to keep the drink from backtracking and shooting from his nose , I c’n ‘ear Gavison’s bowels loosnin’ ta shyte onnat a’ready an’ I’ve only so much’s entertained th’ fool notion!... His gaze dropped to the once again empty scotch glass and he sat there, for a long moment, smirking at the glistening ice cubes as he ran through the litany of wordy reasons that the XO would recite in order to ke-bosh whatever recommendations Jack might make. Besides, ye go’ nothin’ but a few repairts aboot recent extremist activity inna area an’ a suspected agents list wi’ yer beebeh brother’s name on et! Wha’d ye expect ‘im ta do… turn cartwheels? He heaved a sigh, a little heavier than he had intended, as he leaned back in his chair and let that thought go for the time being. Jack would just keep all of that close to the vest for now and, if anything came of it in the next thirty-six hours, he would make his recommendations then… when there’s a wee bit more’n me knowin’ Ian as I do…
His eyes ticked back to the other side of the table and found Chan still talking, rather enthusiastically, to the visiting Doc. Aboot wairk, more’n likely, he smiled faintly as his gaze traveled on in search of Jacandra. She should be making the rounds again soon and he’d have another drink to keep his thoughts in line. The young Betazed was standing at the bar and, whether by chance or because she had managed to catch his thoughts, she looked up to meet MacTavish’s eyes. As she finished up her conversation with a blue-suited Ensign, she offered Jack a bright smile and a faint nod as she reached for the bottle of Glenlivet. Bless ye, lass.
While he was waiting – and seeing as Gavison was presently unoccupied with much more than eating – Jack decided that it was as good a time as any to deliver the congratulatory box of cheroots to the XO. He reached under his seat and retrieved the cherry-wood box that he had stashed there when he arrived earlier and, steeling his resolve, pushed away from the table so that he wouldn’t have to reach across anyone else’s plate to hand off the humidor. He slid out of his seat, straightened his jacket, and with the box of stogies tucked under one arm, paced off the length of the table until he stood within arms reach of the XO.
“Beg yer pardon, Command… er.. Kel,” he said. No harm in at least tryin’ th’ man’s name, aye?
(OOC: any reply, blank look, etc… assuming anything other than pess off sheepshagger)
Mac did his best to form a friendly smile on his lips… and for some reason, found himself unable to figure out what words should come next. “Well, sair,” he finally managed, “I realize tha’ there be a… a difference in our ways o’ doin’ things, sair, but all tha’ aside, I dinnae wan’ ye ta think ol’ Jack’s a complete bastard, aye?”
Ach, but tha’ was fargin’ charmin’ wannit? Where are ye when I need a bloody mouthpiece, Jeffrey? “So,” the Scotsman continued, tugging the box of cigars from between his elbow and ribcage and offering them to Gavison, “I jus’ wan’ed ta extend me congratulations to ye an yer missus onna new addition ta th’ family.”
(response… actual conversation… punch in the eye and “stay away from my family, zipperhead!”?... replies as necessary… assuming all goes “okay”)
“Aye, yer proud an’ wi’ good reason, I’m sure. Extend me congratulations ta the missus, aye?” Of course, Jack didn’t mention that he’d made arrangements to have some flowers delivered to the XOs wife earlier in the evening, he simply left it with congratulating the commander and left it at that. He was anxious enough to have this over with…
Tha’ could’ve gone wairse, I reckon, he mused as he took his leave of Gavison and returned to his own seat. An’ will ye lookit tha’! Jac’s gone and refilled me drink whilst I was away! Brilliant! I could use a drink ta keep me from pukin’! He tossed a great mouthful of the scotch back in one quick motion, swirled the remainder with the ice cubes for an instant and then killed the rest of the liquor.
“Jack, what are you doing,” Chantelle’s voice hadn’t surprised him, he had seen her say her good-byes to the Doc and make her way around the table, but the tone of her voice and the next question caught him off guard. “Is everything… are you alright?”
He looked up at her, blinked once to dispel the rather confused expression that he was sure had just passed over his features, and offered her a crooked grin. “Jus’ fine, Chan,” he returned, “jus’ havin’ a drink an’ puttin’ names ta faces. Ever’thin’s right as rain, aye?” He looked into the empty glass for a moment, knowing that she wasn’t going to settle for that answer; “Ever’thin’ a’right wi’ ye, lass?”
(OOC: Volley to you LysKhala… here we go… )
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 16:54:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Great minds think alike eh?
That, or you're just as big a geek as I am... one or the other. 
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 13:57:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Here's a short list of Trek Terminology ;)
Alpha Wave Inducers: The Alpha Wave Inducer is a device meant to induce sleep in most humanoids. It is not meant to replace natural sleep, and cannot be used frequently. It is an electronic version of an anesthetic. Subject enters a deep dreamless sleep during which surgical procedures can be carried out without causing pain to the subject.
Anabolic Protoplasers: These devices are used to heal internal and external body damage without the need of opening the body cavity of the patient to effect repairs. They use small forcefields, phase-modulated lasers, and anabolic accelerators to quickly heal injuries without scarring. They come in a variety of sizes for different repairs. Smaller units are useful for fine work involving the eyes and ears, while larger units heal cuts and even broken bones. They temporarily confer the advantage of Instant Regeneration to the area treated, but cannot replace surgery in serious injuries. For example, if used on a very deep stab wound, they could seal the damaged tissues and prevent further blood loss, but a subcutaneous hole would remain unless closed with surgery. This device will not repair incidental damage resulting from the original injury. For example, blood loss.
Antigraviton: Artificially generated by aliens, this can act as "antigravity".
Antimatter: This naturally occurring matter can also be artificially generated by the Federation. It is matter with electrical charge properties that are the opposite of "normal matter".
Antiproton: A naturally occuring antimatter version of a proton that is capable of penetrating the Romulan Cloaking Device.
Baryon: Naturally occurring "heavy" particles like protons. Periodically need to be swept from the surface of deep space constructs.
Berthold Rays: Naturally occurring. Nature unknown. Harmful or fatal to humanoids.
Biobed: This is an orthopedically-designed hospital bed which has an array of biofunction sensors that monitor all bodily systems. The bed is raised to allow the doctor to comfortably examine the patient. It has a graphic display at the head which gives the patient's current status. Restraining fields are available on some models, but are rarely needed. They also have a button to detach the bed from its wall hookup, and initiate the small hovering devise, which allows the bed to be used as a stretchers for transportation.
Bioregenerative Fields: A Bioregenerative Field is an energy field used to accelerate cellular growth. It temporarily confers the advantage of Regeneration on the patient. A sterilite unit is typically used during this procedure to keep infection from being multiplied by the Bioregenerative Field.
Body Armor/Combat Jacket: Marine Phaser Armor that protects up to setting 16. Utility pockets for holding various equipment
Carbrodine: Origin unknown. Becomes explosive when mixed with infernite.
Cardiostimulator: This is a defibrillator that can also restart a stopped heart. This device will not damage surface tissues.
Castridinium: Naturally occurring, this is the hardest substance known to Federation Science.
Communicator: Small communications device (Starfleet issue communicators are in the shape of the Starfleet emblem) which allows you to communicate with others within a short range. Can also be used as a tracking device, and is used to establish transporter locks.
deBroglie Waves: Naturally occurring--a representation of ordinary matter as waves rather than particles. Can also be artificially generated, and is a side effect of cloaking devices.
Dechyon: An artificially created class of particles that travel below the speed of light.
Deuterium: Naturally occurring isotope of hydrogen with twice the mass of ordinary hydrogen; also called "heavy hydrogen". It is used to power the warp core, and provides energy when combined with Antideuterium.
Dilithium: Artificially generated substance that is important in maintaining warp drives. The dilithium is recycled through recrystalization within the warp chamber.
Genetronic Replicators: An experimental medical device used to stimulate the genetic code of an individual into growing whatever types of cells are needed by the patients. It temporarily confers the advantage of Instant Regeneration on patients.
Graviton: An artificially generated particle that can be used as a weapon.
Holodeck: Or "Holosuite", is an area in which a person can simulate just about any fantasy they can imagine using a mixture of holographic and transporter technology.
Holomatter: A simulation of matter using force field and holo-imaging technology within the holodeck. Disintigrates when removed from the holodeck.
Hypospray: A hand-held device used for subcutaneous and intravenous administration of carefully-controlled dosages of medication on a subject. The Hypospray injects the subject by use of a pinpoint, high-pressure, low-volume, microscopic, aerosuspension stream. It allows medication to be given through the skin or clothing without mechanical penetration. It takes one second to remove and one to replace a medicine vial. The air cartridge is good for 100 injections. It takes one second to remove and one second to replace the air cartridge.
Medical Tricorder: The standard medical tricorder is a multipurpose technical and scientific instrument. It is a modified TR-580 with an extra external medical probe and scanner attachment. It has the following capabilities: Biosampler, Bioscanner, Chemscanner, Datalink, Environmental Analysis, Medscanner, Multiscanner, and Radscanner. For its size, the Medical Tricorder can maintain and store vast amounts of data in its own memory, which it uses to help evaluate conditions on site. The Medical Tricorder has an external hand-held sensing device. This peripheral contains over 100 sensors, and the Tricorder contains a specialized medical database that provides detailed medical diagnostic tools in the field including tomographic and micrographic imaging. A small diagnosis wand fits into the top of the peripheral and is occasionally used by the physician to provide close high-resolution scans. Together, these sensors allow the Medical Tricorder to make very detailed diagnosis on known species. On unknown species, it is limited to telling if the life-form is sick or dying. A detailed analysis is not possible in such a situation. Effective range is about three yards.
Medikit: The Physician's Medikit is a small, strap-on case designed to carry emergency medical supplies. A Standard kit should include:
1 - Anabolic Protoplaser
1 - Bandage assortment
1 - Cardiostimulator
2 - Hyposprays
1 - Medical Tricorder
1 - Neural Stimulator
1 - Respirator
1 - Sampling kit
And the following medications:
5 - Vials of Delactovine
5 - Vials of Tricordrazine
3 - Vials of Analgine
4 - Vials of Hyronalyn
3 - Vials of Panamyacin
All doses of any drug type are contained in vials that must be inserted into the Hypospray. The standard kit may be altered to suit missions or situations, but must be altered before the mission begins. For example, if the doctor knows that he is going into a combat zone, he may replace the 3 vials of Panamyacin with more Hyronalyn or Analgine.
'MLSS': Multi-Layered Shielding System
Layer 3 - The outermost layer manipulates graviton polarity in a way not typical to shields, creating a graviton flux disruption that prevents many know designs of threat tractor beam from locking on to the vessel.
Layer 2 - The middle layer incorporates automatic rotation of frequency and modulation with meta-phasics, which absorbs enemy fire, spreads it out along the shield (an normal shield function). This shield sends data on what type of weapon is used and what frequency and phase the weapon uses. Once this is analyzed, the shield can be configured to have the same frequency as the incoming weapon, but different modulation, which dramatically increases shield efficiency.
Layer 1 - The innermost shield layer is a multi-phaseic shield. Based on standard regenerative shielding, this is the ship's last line of defense. The key to this layer is it's ability to 'wave'. Instead of a standard oval bubble, this layer 'ripples' or waves (like the surface of water on a pond). This dramatically increases protection against weapons such as the Hellfire Torpedo.
Multifire Phaser Strips: New phaser array for the Galaxy Class Dreadnought. Each strip can lock onto and fire up to a maximum of ten beams.
Nanosurgeon: A suspension of nanotechnological assemblies that are typically used to survey cellular genetic damage and effect repairs. They report to, and are monitored by, the attending physician. Nanosurgeons are useful to repair additional damage that drugs or other materials cannot affect.
Neurostimulator: This device "jumpstarts" the Central Nervous System of patients who have suffered some form of neuro-synaptic failure. This is particularly useful to treat a patient who has suffered CNS shock from the higher settings of a Phaser.
Neurolink: Allows a healthy "donor" to take over autonomic functions for a patient suffering from brain stem damage. One link is attached to the head of the "donor" and the other on the head of the patient. Upon activation, the autonomic functions of the donor control the patient's heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, etc.
Neutron Radiation: Naturally occuring. Emitted from older classes of the Klingon Bird of Prey, neutrons not contained within an atomic nucleus have a half-life of about 15 minutes.
Plasma Infusion Unit: An instrument used for transfusions of blood, blood plasma, and/or electrolytes into patients that need them. It is used the same way blood transfusions in the 20th-century. The Plasma Infusion Unit also provides filtration of the material to be delivered.
Protomatter: An unstable form of matter out-lawed by the Federation Scientific community, and used by David Marcus to speed up the Genisis project.
Osteotractor: Medical tractor fields used to set and immobilize a broken bone prior to treatment with a Protoplaser. They act as a temporary cast during treatment.
Scalpel: There are three varieties to choose from, traditional cutting blades with a monomolecular edge, laser scalpels that cauterize as they cut, and nanotech scalpels that separate tissues along cellular lines without damage. Each has different uses. Laser scalpels help the surgeon because of bloodlessness, but can dazzle anyone unwary enough to look into the beam, even though the scalpel can only cut within its focal length. Monomolecular blades require no power supply and quickly slice through most matter with minimal effort. Finally, Nanotech scalpels cause minimal disruption of tissue but operate slowly. There is current research in an experimental scalpel that utilizes Transporter technology.
Sickbay Overhead Sensor Cluster: This is a circular arrangement of sensors located above the primary Bio-Bed in sickbay. It augments the sensors of the Bio-Bed, and also provides an emergency containment field to prevent contamination.
Stasis Field Generator: This device is used in emergencies when a patient cannot be stabilized and requires treatment that is not immediately available. It significantly slows all biological activity within the perimeter of the field, placing the patient in a sort of suspended animation. The patient will not be aware of any passage of time while under the influence of a stasis unit, since the biochemical activity of the patient's brain is effectively halted.
Static Warp Shell: An artificially generated anomaly which replicates the universe and begins to make it shrink.
Surgical Support Frame: Surgical Support Frames attach to Bio-Beds providing aid and assistance during surgery and emergency life support. Littered with biosensors, the SSF has a large display of the surgical area.
Tachyon: Artificially generated faster then light particle. Can be used to detect cloaked ships, and used to probe anomalies.
Tetryon: An atrificially generated particle that should not be found in normal space.
Transparent Aluminum: An invisible metal that is artificially generated.
Transporter: Device which transports people and objects from one location to another (within a certain range), by breaking the person/object down to their subatomic parts, and re-assembling them at their intended location. It is a painless experience which lasts only a matter of seconds.
Trelinium: New substance unique to the Galaxy Class Dreadnought, like the Pegasus-B. It replaces Dilithium in the warp core and creates a higher reaction rate and therefore higher speeds and more power.
Tricorder: Multi-purpose scanning device.
Trilithium: Artificially generated and used in energy weapons and explosives.
Warp Particle: Emitted by warp engines and can be used to follow the path of a ship recently in the area.
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 13:39:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Something for Keely to do
"Perhaps some sort of plant extract necessary in something the doctor needs..."
Whaddya mean help? That right there sounds like a winner to me... You could probably pull Xenobotany, Medical, and Dr Milkens all together on this one... some analysis and/or modification of the vaccine formula, test sets, etc... Kick the idea around here, if you want... bounce ideas and such around with LysKhala (Chantelle) and Admiral (Doc White). Sounds to me like you've got a good start on an idea, though.
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 05:57:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Dinner and an upset stoMACh
USS Discovery, Bridge – 1820
=/=Blair to MacTavish.=/=
Jack’s eyes didn’t lift from the display mounted in the arm of the Captain’s chair; “MacTavish here.”
=/=Jack, have helm lay in a course for Aldor V; warp factor five,=/= the Captain ordered.
“Aye sair; Aldor V it is.”
=/=Thank you, Lieutenant. Blair out.=/=
Jack simply nodded as the communication ended, then turned his eyes to Lt Damali. He knew the bajoran had heard the Captain’s request and likely had the course plotted in and the warp engines ready to come online as soon as she got the official word. He offered the woman a fractional nod in reply to the expectant look she cast over her shoulder; “Make et happen, Lieutenant.”
“Sir, aye sir,” came the response, “Aldor V, Warp Five.”
“Thank ye, Zara,” Jack said as the Discovery eased into a final, impulse driven course correction before the warp core jumped online and punched the big Galaxy into hyperspace. The Scot hadn’t failed to notice Zara’s attempts at making him more comfortable in the Big Chair and calling her by her given name rather than rank and surname was his way of thanking her for that.
(OOC: any reply, or none, minor liberties taken with Zara, of course, will edit to suit if need be)
Aldor V, Jack mused after watching the streaking starscape on the main viewscreen for a moment, why’s tha’ sound so familiar, then? His fingers danced across the chair-embedded console and called up a link to the live TAC node. He searched the files for anything pertaining to Aldor V – or anything relatively close – but, other than the standard intel runs, there was nothing stored in the banks that jumped out at him. Scowling, he tapped his combadge; “MacTavish ta TOS.”
=/=TAC support,=/= replied a youngish, male voice, =/=Soileau here. What can I do for you, Lt?”=/=
“Ye c’n run Aldor V through the TAC/INTEL node an’ feed me whate’er pops out, Soileau.”
=/=Roger that, Boss. Anything in particular you’re looking for?=/=
If I bloody knew wha’ I was lookin’ fer, I’d’ve no’ called! MacTavish grumbled inwardly even though he knew that it was a valid question. “’Fraid no’, Ensign,” he answered, “Le’s jus’ say tha’ if th’ gov’ner’s as much as had a case o’ the sniffles inna past five months, I wanna know aboot it, aye?”
=/=Acknowledged. Soileau out.=/=
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Ten Forward – 2055
MacTavish was oddly silent as the staff meet and greet got started and, aside from having provided responses when any conversation was directed at him, the TAC Officer’s attentions seemed to be far from the here and now. In fact, he had made it a point to avoid the area reserved for the Captain’s senior staff dinner since he had arrived in the lounge some fifteen minutes ago and had passed the time nursing a scotch and rather unenthusiastically tossing darts at the board on the far side of the room. Soileau hadn’t taken long gathering up information on Aldor V and among the files that had been contained in the data dump had been a secured file that referenced various extremist groups and terrorist cells known to operate in the vicinity. It was during his review of that file that Jack realized why the place sounded so familiar to him; on the list of “suspected agents” of the named organizations was one Ian MacTavish. The revelation had hit him like Rrowl in a ‘no-holds-barred’ sparring match and the thought that he might actually catch up with his errant, baby brother after all these years weighed on him as if the snarling kzinti had been standing on his chest.
Jack didn’t let his brooding overcome decorum, however, and when the senior staff started filtering in to the place, he did his best to leave his musings pinned to the dartboard and moved to take his seat at the Captain’s table. Jacandra made a pass around the table before everything got started and topped off his scotch as the remainder of the invited crew found their seats.
“Bless ye, lass,” he muttered as Captain Blair’s niece discreetly flashed the bottle’s label, letting the TAC officer know that she had remembered his preference for the “good stuff” and none of that “synth-pess.”
“You looked like you needed it,” she whispered before continuing on about her duties.
Once everyone was seated, captain Blair called for their attention. "Good evening, everyone, and thank you all for coming. I believe that you all know me," he grinned slightly at the odd chuckle around the table, "but this meal is of course for the benefit our new senior officers."
"First of all, allow me to introduce our new Chief Engineer. Everyone, please welcome Lieutenant Commander Katrina Waldgrave." Noah indicated the tall, attractive black-haired woman to his left.
Jack’s steel gray gaze lifted from the swirl of amber-hued scotch and slowly melting ice cubes in his glass as he followed Noah’s path of introductions, settling first on the new CEO. The woman’s dossier scrolled through his mind as he studied her just long enough to attach her face to her name. I hope th’ lass’s handy as she is pretty, he thought, et’s gonna be a fair stretch tryin’ ta fill Ly’s shoes.
"Also, we have a new Ship's Counselor. Allow me to introduce Lieutenant Christoph Arevaci." This time, focus went further down the table to the brown-haired man with pianist's hands.
Aye, Jack half grinned, unconsciously lifting his glass to his lips as the new Counselor was introduced, me new blinkin’ therapist. Grand! I won’er wha’ kinda insight this lad’s gonna ‘ave inta me noodle. He sat the glass back down on the table as the Captain veered from the intros of the new crewmembers and set about naming off those who remained.
When his own name was offered up, Jack offered a nod, as congenial a smile as he could manage, and meeting the gaze of each new arrival in turn, said; “Welcome aboard.” Again, his eyes followed the Captain’s introductions around the table but his mind wandered back to the thoughts that those files had sparked. He must have been letting the thoughts run away with him, though, because as Noah got to Chantelle and she offered up her nervously shy smile and hello, she caught Jack’s eye and cast a curious and concerned glance in his direction.
What’s bugging you, Jack, he could almost hear her asking the question, you seem…ummm… I don’t know… sad?
He replied to that unspoken query with a faint shake of his head and a reassuring grin, then, following another quick nip from his glass returned his attention to the Captain.
Blair retook his seat. "As you may know, we not only picked up new staff from the Valmont, but a doctor Joseph Milkens, as well. Doctor Milkens is carrying the supplies to manufacture a critically needed vaccine for Aldor V, to which we should arrive in a little less than four days. In theory, this is a simple delivery job; our task is merely to drop the good doctor and his materials off at the federation complex planetside. "
A knot suddenly tied itself deep in Jack’s gut and something that some might have called a sense of foreboding shot through him…Damn! How’d I know tha’ was comin’!... Something told him that this ‘simple delivery job’ was likely going to turn out to be not so simple after all. He flicked a glance at Gavison for some reason, then back to Blair as the captain paused and raised his glass.
“Enough shop talk for now,” he stated, “Let us properly welcome our new comrades with an excellent dinner…”
Jack didn’t feel much like eating for some reason. In fact, all he wanted right at the moment was to get these pleasantries out of the way, give Gavison the box of cigars he had promised Chantelle that he would, and go find Rrowl in order to ‘cut some of this tension loose’ and allow himself to ‘think clearly’.
“…and a toast.”
I’ll damn well drink ta tha’, Jack lifted his own glass, then.
“To the Discovery!” Noah saluted.
“To the Discovery,” Jack echoed in unison with many of the others at the table. As he shot the remainder of his scotch out of the glass and into his gullet Mac offered up a silent toast…prayer?.. An’ th’ Laird help Ian MacTavish if ‘e’s on Aldor V!...
He returned the glass to the table then and couldn’t help but glance across the table at Chantelle, again. She was looking at him over the rim of her own glass, that half-masked look of concern still playing on her delicate features. Jack tried the reassuring grin again but, even though someone else had already engaged her in conversation, he knew that he would be having this conversation with her before long.
Aye, an’ there’ll be no scrappin’ wi’ th’ Rug after dinner fer ye, either, Jack, m’boy… Rrowl would have had a better appreciation for Mac’s attitude tonight, of that there was no doubt in his mind, but there was also no way in hell that he would break a promise to Chan… and he had promised to tuck her in after dinner, hadn’t he?...
((OOC: Okay… that turned into a little more than I had planned but I’m digging it… Mac will at some point this evening hand off a box of cigars to Kel with a sincere “congratulations, sair” – feel free to run with this if you wish, Brom – and otherwise be ‘cordial’ until it’s appropriate to leave… Feel free to yak at him if you like… I think… ))
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 17:26:23.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 15:47:48 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I didn't think it sucked...
... I thought it was pretty damn good, actually! Even addressed a bit of interaction with Mali in my upcoming post.
Actually, your post - the part about how Mali hadn't really made any friends/gotten to know too many people, in particular - got me thinking about how Mac's realtionships with different crew members might have evolved over the past few months they've all been serving together... I've got some definite ideas on how Mac regards all of our "regulars," of course... Might have to do some back and forth to see if perceptions match, eh?
Couple of examples:
- The XO- Yeah... we all know Mac and Gavison can't satnd each other on some level, but Mac actually does like Gavison (or respects him at any rate)... He kind of thinks that Kel's a bit wrapped up in the bureaucracy of things and definitely doesn't agree with him on a lot of things, etc, etc...
- The Cap'n - Mac is astounded by Blair... Amazed that he hasn't been kicked off the boat at the Captain's request... Amazed that an "egg-head" actually listens to and hears what he says... To date, Blair is the "most impressive SOB tha' I've e'er had th' priv'lege ta serve under, sair!"
- Tuvar - Likes the woman well enough and has come to trust her without question when it comes to Security... Aside from expecting daily reports and the occasional, random "Mac tirade" through the ship, Mac tends to leave SEC in the half-vulcan's capable hands...
- Doc White - scared to death of the man, avoids him like the plague and BP meds ... Likes him well enough but wouldn't necessarily consider him a "friend" - Mac's likely become fairly well known in Medical though... holodeck injuries and such, y'know.
- Counselor Gene (and by default our newly boarded head-shrinker, Couselor Cristoph) - see Doc White times that by 10
- Rrowl - I think Mac would consider Rrowl a friend to a certain extent, even if it's only because the big kzinti has become a regular "sparring partner" and has no compunction about "going full tilt"...
- Chantelle -
 Nuff said...
Anyway... there's more but that's a safe place to stop for now, I think... If any of the players above don't see the relationships having evolved quite like that, let me know, I can always modify... If I left you out and you've got questions about how Mac might feel about your character(s) after 7 or 8 months in the same can, just ask.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 15:39:51.
Edited on 2006-10-02 at 15:40:20 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Well, yeah, but...
...we like to make the enlisteds watch us dine on prime rib and lobster while they're eating ALPO straight from the can. We wouldn't be officers otherwise, would we?
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 10:20:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: A little ditty, 'bout Jack and Chantelle...
...is in the works.
LysKhala and I are collaborating on the CTO and CSO's lunch date, at this very moment. Something will be posted soon, I'm sure.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 07:58:16.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: |===[#+++++++++++++
Blast it! No!!! Caise had a nanosecond to think as a panicked human woman chose the wrong instant to run for cover and stepped in front of the blaster bolt that had been intended for him. Even as the woman’s aura began to dissipate, though, another round of blaster fire whined over his shoulder and felled the bothan.
With Burukt out of the equation, Caise turned his attentions to the rest of the sentients in the cabin. He found Ziv very close. “Hold still,” he called out. The young engineer, quickly complied, his energies flaring as he held out his hands, and Caise with a deft flick of his saber’s emerald blade severed the connecting chain of the restraints. As Ziv scrambled to retrieve the bothan’s blaster, Caise noticed that the other crewman he had intended to cut loose had already found sanctuary behind a stack of crates. A third soldier was closer than Mercury was, however, and that being the case, the miraluka padawan had to abandon the thought of freeing the fringer for a moment. With an electric hum, the saber spun around in his grip as he leapt forward and slashed the reverse gripped blade up and across the trooper’s torso. As the third trooper fell, the last one hollered frantically into his comlink for assistance even as he ripped a shot off at Caise. The padawan’s lightsaber whirred again as he moved to deflect the shot. Before he could close the distance and drop the last TDF trooper, though, both Ziv and Dime opened up on the hapless pawn, dropping him where he stood.
The immediate TDF threat had been eliminated and Caise found himself alone in the room with only a handful of the passengers and crew who had occupied the place moments before. Alarms were sounding throughout the ship and the jedi-to-be could sense that this battle was far from over; nevertheless, given this brief moment of respite, he deactivated his saber and moved to crouch beside the woman whom Burukt had shot. If there was any chance of saving this one, it was his duty to do so.
(OOC: If the woman is not dead, Caise has to try and provide whatever healing he can… even if it’s only to stabilize her long enough to ensure that someone else will be able to help her later… If there’s nothing that can be done, he’ll offer up a “May the Force be with you” and off we go&hellip
As the chaotic swirl of the Force in the room ebbed a little, Mercury stepped out from behind the cover he had taken, and a female engineer whom had been sitting next to Ziv, also emerged from her place of shelter.
“It just gets better all the time, doesn’t it,” the woman fumed as Caise rose from his inspection of the passenger and panned his blind gaze around the room, seeking out Dime’s aura first. He nodded faintly and offered the twi’lek a tight smile as he continued on to regard Ziv, Mercury, Damanil, and finally Lana. “Are you going to just stand there,” she demanded, “or are you going to cut me loose, too? We’ll never make it up front but if we head back toward the engine room now, we can reach the life boat.”
Before Caise could reply, or even ask the lone TDF solider if he had a key for the restraints, the woman sighed; “Or, if you prefer, we can wait for the TDF to come and sort this out…”
“She’s right,” Caise nodded, “they are coming. Lingering here would not be wise.” His head turned in the red-haired soldier’s direction; “If you have a key to release those restraints, Mr Shadoran, now would be the time..."
"Is everyone armed?”
((OOC: If Damanil doesn’t have a key, Caise will cut Lana and Mercury’s restraints. Unless there are any objections, if/when the party heads out, Caise will start out “bringing up the rear” allowing the others to clear the room before he does… replies, etc, all around… ))
Posted on 2006-09-30 at 08:38:18.
Edited on 2018-03-07 at 11:18:30 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I didn't say never...
Besides, seeing as how my latest post threw a little surprise at me, things might just start to change...(did Mac forget to close the com channel or did Chan's fingers happen to tap it open again?) Is the "secret" out? Hmmmmmmmm....
Post is up.
Posted on 2006-09-30 at 08:05:25.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Quit pickin' on my li'l lekku buddy!!!
Just a question or two on the latest developments... Is the civilian woman that got between the bothan and Caise dead or just seriously wounded - it may make a difference in Caise's next move. Does Damanil have "keys" for the restraints?
Off to post.
Posted on 2006-09-30 at 07:19:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: ...
USS Discovery, Deck 8
TAC Office – 1238 hours
The door to the CTO’s office slid away a heartbeat after Jack had locked down his workstation and made the short trip around the desk. Chantelle, tugging at her tunic, stood on the other side, that nervous smile playing on her lips.
“Afternoon, Lieutenant,” he nodded as she crossed the threshold into his office but, as the door whooshed closed behind her, he was quick to fold her hands in his and pull her to him. “Aye, an’ yer jus’ th’ person I wanted ta see,” he ssaid as he wrapped her up in his arms.
Chantelle let go of a deep sigh and a warm kiss on his now smiling lips. “I’m glad to see you, too,” she said, her cheek and fingers lingering on his chest, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning… to distraction, I might add.”
The TAC Officer’s grin broadened and his arms wrapped a bit more tightly around her waifish frame, as he bent to plant a kiss on the top of her head, he caught that faint scent of apples that he had come to associate with her (though, she professe that she used nothing apple-scented, at all, in her hair or otherwise) and he felt his heart jump a bit. “Aye,” he replied softly, lifting one hand to cradle the back of her head as he languished in this stolen moment of closeness, “I’ve been thinkin’ aboot ye too, luv.” His lips brushed over her forehead as he relaxed his embrace, letting her slide back a bit into his hands so that he could look her in the eyes. “What brings ye ta me lair, lass,” he grinned, finally, trying a hand at humor to distract himself from the thoughts that were actually gallivanting about in his mind.
She smiled, then… one of those shy, ‘I know something that everybody else seems to miss’ smiles that literally gave him chills. “I was wondering if you might have time for a quick bite to eat,” she said, “It’s getting late and I thought, maybe, if you hadn’t eaten, we could go together.”
“Twist me arm,” he winked.
“I don’t have much time, I have to get back to the lab for a meeting this afternoon, but I’ll give you my full attention until then,” she cooed rather uncharacteristically.
“Ach,” Mac groaned, buckling his knees as if the tiny woman had just put him some kind of telekinetic hammer-lock, “Uncle! I’ll go… I’ll go!”
She giggled and her cheeks flushed a little. “You’re crazy, Jack MacTavish,” she beamed, playfully swatting at him as she slipped from his embrace.
“Dinnae say tha’ too loud, luv,” Jack quipped tugging the jacket of his own uniform back into shape before reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her cheek, “I un’erstand we’re ta be getting’ a new head-shrinker ‘s well’s a new CEO, an’ I dinnae want th’ fairst thing ta reach ‘is ears ta be somethin’ aboot Mac bein’ a loopy bastard.
Ten-Farward is it, then?”
(OOC: assuming a “Umm.. sure…” or some such…)
“Grand,” he smiled, stealing one more quick kiss before cueing the door open, “let’s get to it, then. Ye’ve go’ a meetin’ soon, aye?” Despite wanting to keep her tightly in his arms, Jack only made the briefest contact physical contact – his hand lightly resting on her elbow – as he ushered her out of the office.
“Chief,” he rumbled as he passed Zamudio, “I’ll be in Ten-Farward fer the next thiry-minnits er so. Lt Mueller ‘as th’ shift until then.”
“Aye sir,” the Senior Chief replied with a curt nod, “Have a good lunch, Lieutenants.” A wry smile danced over her features as she watched Mac and the CSO disappear through the hatch and into the corridor. I wonder if Mac realized that he left the com channel open after I announced, Lt Hemlos… She almost laughed out loud when the door hissed shut behind the two el-tees… Mac’s got a girlfriend… Oh my GOD! An ominous chill ran down her spine just then and choked off the laugh before it made it to her lips. The smile faded a little as she looked up from her paperwork and peered nervously around the TAC office. “Better just keep that to yourself, Michelle,” she whispered, “just keep that to yourself….”
((Back to you, Fuby luv… ))
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USS Discovery,Bridge - 1813
"Commander,” MacTavish said as the Valmont pinged the comm, “they be hailin' us."
Avanti nodded. "Put them onscreen, please." The Domtarian engineer had occupied the Big Chair for the last couple of hours – an honor that Captain Blair had bestowed upon him as a parting gift of sorts, Jack imagined.
"Aye, sair,” he replied, shunting the incoming transmission to the primary viewscreen. The display transitioned from a starscape to the interior of a Federation starship, focused on a dark-haired human male in his late forties. As the Discovery closed on the Valmont, the TAC Officer realized that these next few moments would see Commander Avanti issuing his last commands from that chair and, for a moment, thought that he might have actually been saddened by it a bit.
"Commander Avanti! Good to see you again!" Captain Horatio greeted the Domtarian, the familiarity in the man’s voice wasn’t hard to miss.
As Captains Blair and Horatio engaged in their verbal sparring over Avanti, Jack returned his attentions to the TAC console, bringing the short range sensors to the forefront and floating the pending SEC protocol and COM panels to the side. His attentions only fully returned to the main screen when Horatio shook his head; "All right, then. Your officers are ready to come aboard as soon as you give the green light. Also, Doctor Milkens and his vaccine materials will be ready momentarily…”
Jack arched a brow; Vaccine materials? Wha’s tha’ all aboot? Shortly after he and Chantelle had finished lunch, Lt. Raines had delivered a PADD to him containing information on the new crewmembers that would be transferring over but the reports had said nothing about a vaccine or a Dr Milkens that he could recall. His gaze ticked from the viewscreen, to Blair, to Avanti, and finally to Gavison before dipping to the TAC console again. Ach! Sure an’ ye’ll find out soon enough.If t’were anythin’ the Cap’n thought ye’d need ta know he’d’ve told ye.
"…Thanks." Blair nodded.
Jack closed and secured the channel as the captain made eye contact with Avanti. "Commander Gavison and I will see you off, if you please," Blair said.
The domtarian nodded. "Thank you, sir. Lieutenant MacTavish, you have the bridge."
Jack stepped away from the Primary without a word, his place left with no time to cool as Ensign Sode immediately assumed the rim, and descended the ramp to the command pit. As he came within a few steps of Blair, Gavison, and Avanti, he came to a halt, snapped to attention, and rendered the domtarian a crisp salute; “Et’s been a pleasure servin’ wi’ ye, sair,” he said before dropping the hand and offering the man the ghost of a smile, “Fair winds an’ followin’ seas, Ly.”
((OOC: Assuming anything but an “F*** you, MacTavish”))
MacTavish nodded, removed himself from the path of the USS Discovery’s original command staff, and waited for the turbolift door to close before he finally forced himself to take the Big Chair. His jaw tightened a bit as he drew in a slow breath and, rather hesitantly, situated himself in the ship’s command seat. “A’right,” he rumbled under his breath, “lessee if we c’n find th’ coffee cream wi’oot a map.”
“Lt Zara,” he said, “bring us aboot an’ bring ‘er ta all stop.” He couldn’t bring himself to settle back into the chair as Captain Blair or either Gavison and Avanti seemed capable of doing. Instead, Mac perched almost on the edge of the seat, one hand gripping the arm of the chair while the other went to his chin, his elbow resting on his knee as his steely gaze swept from the main viewscreen and made a slow, discerning pass of the bridge from this angle (someone would later compare seeing Jack take the Captain’s chair for the first time with looking at Rodin’s “Thinker”).
((OOC: “Aye, aye…” whatever. ))
“Mr Sode,” he continued when he didn’t melt after giving that first order, “Advise security tha’ th’ Cap’n an’ th’ XO’ve left th’ bridge wi’ Commander Avanti… Transpairter Room One…An honor guard’d be appropriate fer a send off an’ welcome aboard, aye?”
“Affirmative, Lieutenant,” the tiburonian responded, “Security and the Transporter Chief have been notified, sir. Transport protocols active.”
“Grand,” he grumbled, realizing that if he as going to re-read the data on the boarding crewmembers he was going to have to sit back in order to view the display built into the arm of the chair…
((OOC: And here he’ll be until relieved… reviewing the data as mentioned and trying to determine if he “missed somethin’ aboot this vaccine bezness” and issuing commands as necessary… NOTE: The whole 'honor guard thing' was intended as a 'soft toss' to our security folks (SilentOne, Vesper, etc) if they were just waiting for a reason to post... disregard if necessary.))
Posted on 2006-09-30 at 07:07:10.
Edited on 2006-09-30 at 07:09:47 by Eol Fefalas
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