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Topic: She said...He said
Subject: give this a shot
The young girl was unaware of her father's identity and even though I yearned to, I was unable to allow my lips to utter the truth. No matter how much her heart ached for it, the veracity of the situation would cause her only more grief.
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I could not bring myself to drop his name. In doing so, I condemned both myself and her to a life of secrecy. She would never know the name of her father, and I would remain simply another person in her life. I dare not be the one to tell her. I would confirm should she ask, but initiation has never been my strong point.
(Is the speaker the father?!?! Dun dun dunnnnn. Stay tuned to find out. - Actually probably not since it's like a female will retell the story next time lol)
Posted on 2006-12-01 at 19:42:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Grubby paws lol
Hey Al, can we get an edit on the first page of the Q&A? I fel a bit left out 
Eol the ? lol
Posted on 2006-11-30 at 19:33:15.
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: races
I see Syls and Khords as having an automatic "get out of jail free card" ala Kith-Jora and Kharox, although they are certainly free to go elsewhere (with some limitations, perhaps?)
I don't know much about how they were created, but maybe they go to a "special" area? They are really celestials who just return home?
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 13:55:32.
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: a couple fundamentals
What are the planes like in Audalis? Where do undead and summons come from?
I like the idea of faithless souls being reborn as undead when summoned.
Which brings me to an interesting point about magic. Are arcane casters treated the same as clerics of Jusarin? I never quite understood the premise of a divine god of magic. Since Jusarin is neutral, is he partial to all arcane casters? Is it up to the caster to choose his deity?
Also, about judgement: Perhaps it can be a joint effort? D'Hurgen (or a cleric) presides while an administrator of Rydor (or he himself) makes sure everything is fair?
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 11:03:52.
Edited on 2006-11-29 at 11:06:23 by Admiral
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: Thought
After death, all souls are transported to the plane of Rydor, where they are judged either by he or one of his most powerful clerics (depending on noteriety?).
Those without a faith, and who are neutral in alignment in life are sent to the god of travels (the name escapes me) to wander the astral plane? Given to the mercy of Shinara? Reunited with family of a stronger faith? Reborn as undead?
Those who are good in alignment but lack a specific faith are assigned to the plane of good, but are not united with any deity? Sort of like the first layer of hell in Dante's Inferno. Separation without suffering?
Thsoe evil in alignment are laid at the mercy of D'Hurgen, to suffer their fate.
Certain souls who attract the attention of a deity, either through a life as a cleric or a strong faith, may have their deity go to bat for them, so to speak, at Rydor's bench. That soul then would get placed in the care of that deity. This could be where extraplaner creatures come from? A cleric of Vilathera might find herself on the judgement bench when Vilathera herself would lay claim to the soul, and then perhaps assign her to watch over hunters of her homeland, and contact her if assistance is asked. Or she could be allowed to roam the endless plains and partake in infinite game. Or perhaps they are required to take shifts? Every deity could be different.
Just throwing some stuff out there.
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 10:01:20.
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: ugh... touchy subject
I don't like the idea of faithless suffering eternal damnation. Those that are not true to the their faith makes sense, though. Is there a "judgement" system?
The question is: What powers do the gods have over the divine realms? Do Clerics of a deity get special treatment as opposed to the person who donates 2% of their wealth and says a prayer every week?
Are truly evil people punished by Rydor? Or made ranking officials by Tyrannis?
Are druids, barbarians and rangers treated the same as followers of Kith-Jora, assuming they pay regular homage to nature?
The low magic nature makes an afterlife more applicable than D&D, but I'm not sure how lightly you want to tread here. I would like to think that clerics of any alignment are united with their deities. Perhaps "evil" people are punished, unless they have the sponsorship of an evil deity to protect them?
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 09:41:15.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: woooooosh
blow
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 14:27:04.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Don't forget the sword!
Adrian, much like the others, held little hope for anything productive to come from the interrogation. But, it was worth the attempt, especially because certain members of the group found it appropriate to put their paws on seemingly everything not nailed to their foes' corpses.
Valentine lifted his foot from the throat it rested on, leaving only a few seconds for Talas to swing his sword, dealing a fatal blow. Jal scooped up the bug-mage's gear. He'll figure it out Adrian thought. Of course he could have identified it, but let Spellbinder waste his mana. Adrian had to worry about dinner.
When they do finally arrive at their place for the night, it is about what was expected. A roof... and well that was about it.
For the first time, Adrian relaxed. He set his backpack down, and loosened the rope around the top. If anyone was watching, they would see the sack rustle a bit before the head of a tiny rodent popped out the top.
Noting a few glances, the former Red introduces the miniature chipmunk as his pet. "This is Killer. He mostly sleeps in my pack, but has his moments."
When the subject of dinner came up, everyone volunteered a task. Still not quite interested in being a part of the group, Adrian decided instead to take his empty clay bowl and place it in front of him. He pulled a mystic looking studded spoon from his pack and placed it in the bowl. Within moments it was filled with an oatmeal-esque gruel. Adrian seemed content to simply munch on it, speaking when spoken to or when he notices his magic can be of assistance (such as starting the fire).
Killer also seems happy to take a mouthful of the gruel, but soon after decides it better to scamper off and look for something more organic.
"He'll be back..." Adrian muttered to nobody in particular.
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 13:23:45.
Edited on 2006-11-30 at 19:31:44 by Admiral
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: bald
ball
Posted on 2006-11-23 at 10:37:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: a battle won...
"You won the battle, bug..." Adrian grunted out, keeping a stray eye on his precious weapon the mage had so caulessly launched to the side.
"Your powers are formidible, I'll admit, but your overconfidence will be your downfall."
His words had little effect. Perhaps Thri-Kreen were not as smart as he imagined.
"You don't speak common? Tough to concentrate with a foreign tongue being spit at you, isn't it, bug."
Still nothing. His mantis arms continued to flail about in a spellcasting pattern.
"Fine, HAVE AT THEE!!!" the former Red bellowed out and sprayed a rainbow of sparkles and glitterdust from his right, off hand. The dagger continued to balance in his left.
The bug immediately collapsed.
Valentine took a minute to sigh, before approaching the unconcsicous body. He sheathed his dagger and placed his foot over the bug's throat, attempting to judge how long it would be out by it's breathing.
Adrian left his foot on his trophy while he surveyed the battle, his side was clearly winning. Perfect time to observe his companions' fighting styles. Dapple was the most interesting. He fought much like the Greens that Adrian used to train with. Of course, as a Red, he wwasn't allowed to sit in on their sessions, and unlike the Gray camp, the elite crew was significantly more aware to people sneaking in. He was far too young to have trained with them though. Still the resemblance is striking.
He couldn't snake the feeling, at least until Talas let out a primal roar and dispatched his bug. He noted that Dapple had finished off his mantis and was looting bodies.
Any notion that Dapple had once been a Green was immediately crushed. He was just a petty theif afterall. Good with his hands, but still a petty theif.
Should everyone eventually make it over there, Adrian will relate his thoughts to the group (still keeping his foot on it's neck). "He will wake soon. We should decide quickly if we want to keep him alive for questioning or put him down. This one is likely the leader, and might be willing to part with some information..."
Posted on 2006-11-20 at 09:07:18.
Edited on 2006-11-20 at 09:53:18 by Admiral
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: What foul magic is this?
Damn his telekinesis! Adrian cursed almost aloud.
"You want to play? Your magics are nothing." he taunted the mantis, hoping to throw it's concentration off.
If this spell would take a while, Valentine knew he could take advantage of the Thri-kreen's apparent victory. If the bug was going for an unarmed kill, he would have something else coming.
With a scream similar to the Ranger's, the mage tossed caution to the wind in a rather calculated attempt to get the jump on the spellcaster. Adrian had fooled many casters before with this trick, perhaps it would serve him well again. If not, there was always summon monster.
(OOC: Due to my ignorance of 2e combat rules, Adrian will do one of the following, depending on which will result in the quickest attack:
1) pull his backup knife out of it's holdster and attack
2) hit the bug with a color spray
3) just charge the beast and try to knock him over
Obviously depending on what spell is cast that might change, but Adrian will ultimately take him on with his knife.)
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 09:00:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: hmm
Three rounds is do-able, but it can get quite complicated with three spellcasters. Perhaps a few PM's if something were to prompt player intervention?
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 08:35:54.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Buggy buggy!
With the meatbags of the group apparently dealing with the Ankhegs (with the minor exception of an acidic burst), Adrian decided it was time to assess the situation. The carnage around him seemed to halt as the wizard's mind raced ahead at it's lightning pace.
Color spray. Touche spellbinder. You have some sense in you afterall.
Gladiator is doing things as expected. As is the Knight.
Dwarf should be able to take care of himself...
Perhaps I should turn his steel to the assistance of Dapple and Char.
The introduction of two more mantii to the battle confirmed his instincts. The arrival of an apparent tribal shamen quickly drew his attention.
Arien apparently noticed the danger as well. Upon hearing the command to attack it, Adrian winced. Just like old times. Oh well... at least this order made sense.
He gripped the hilt of his "Walking stick," as so many mages are apt to call their weapons, and lunged towards the staff-wielding mantis folk.
(OOC: If the mage dies before Adrian can get to it, he'll hit the next one available. If the mage takes flight or does something spiffy, Adrian will probably counter with some magic depending on the situation.)
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 22:32:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: A dead mage is not a useful one...
As his allies reacted around him, Adrian knew he would have to stare down one of the topics of his numerous dissertations.
He would need some extra protection. With bastard sword at his side, Valentine incanted the ritual that was so rarely seen cast by the hands of a Red.
(OOC: Armor spell, please )
If for some reason his spell fizzles, he'll simply fight without it, until the next round at least.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 09:04:54.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: mapping!
Yea, I have a great idea but it hinges on exact positioning.
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 09:02:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Oh Noz! A Quest!
Ankhegs. Big, mean, spit acid. Shells make for great armor.
Adrian knew it the minute the youngling started describing the bugs. He had come across them once during his life as a Red. The Empire enacted a program a while back to hunt them for their shells, although Adrian never took much part. He didn't have a need for armor, and the Empire rarely let him leave the monestary on quests. What he did see was as a result of his sneaking out.
"I know of these bugs. Ankhegs, at least by the Imperial texts. I had to scribe a dissertation on the effectiveness of their acidic saliva as punishment for refusing to learn that cursed arrow of Melf. There was a poaching campaign active for a short while. Their shells make for a formible armor."
The second bug was a bit strange.
"Are you sure in your description, boy? Of the one riding the others?"
Assuming a confirmation, Adrian stands puzzled, and looks to the others.
"I do know of a species that matches his description. It is called Thri-Kreen, as akward as it is in the common tongue. They live far south of here, so I have a hard time believing they would be near Freegate. But, *sigh* they are known for having domesticated Ankhegs, and frequently use them as mounts. They are a fierce warrior species, if that is indeed what they are.
We should proceed with caution, and make sure none of our equipment will be burned by acid, should we decide to make a detour."
Posted on 2006-11-03 at 14:44:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: yay!
I'll be posting tonight
Posted on 2006-11-03 at 11:42:11.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: NO MERCY!!!!
Adrian nodded as Jal began to vanish from his sight. This was not the first time he had been made invisible, and would surely not be the last. Within seconds, light began to pierce through the one called Talas, and he was gone. Adrian knew he was next. He watched his hand begin to fade, and he blinked his eyes as the fuzzy images of Jal and Talas came into focus. They were all invisible now.
Adrian kept his sword holstered, guessing that with the exception of Dapple, his party would lynch him for drawing steel on these boys, no matter how much they needed it. Fear is compassion's best friend.
A grease spell was brought to the forefront of the mage's mind, with his line of sight aimed at the ground they would have to cross. Unfortunately (fortunately?) he didn't have a chance to cast.
The boys were clueless, as was expected, and Arien was at least firm in his warning to them. Hopefully they will get the message and turn from theivery. It's not just wrong, but the last theif that tried to swipe the Valentine component pouch met a rather unpleasent consequence. The authorities found him minus a few fingers.
The knight had this one under control. Spellbinder let them become visible, much to the displeasure of Adrian's eyes. He hated being unseen. Part of the reason he kept skipping all his illusion classes at the Academy.
The former Red made his way up to the kids, and continued past to where they had thrown their weapons.
Basic swords, but enough to kill game if need be. Adrian scooped them up and returned to the group.
"You should never drop your weapon." he spoke as he handed them back to the kids, one at a time, hilt first. "In this world you cannot trust strangers enough to relenquish your only defense. You could be playing into the hands of a spy, a fake, or worse... authorities."
He continued to stand near them, waiting for their response to Arien's question.
DM Note - You were a Red, not a Green. I fixed.
Addy: oops :embarrassed:
Posted on 2006-11-02 at 19:14:45.
Edited on 2006-11-03 at 11:31:59 by Admiral
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: buncha tree huggers
Valentine looked around in a bit of a daze. They all seem to agree, but yet do not act. Thus is the story of my life I suppose.
"I have never liked deception. My magic is of a more... material nature. I will wait here if the group desires, although I would prefer to be in the meat. I do have a few tricks, though, depending on how the situation plays out."
Posted on 2006-10-26 at 07:47:47.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: a wuh?
“Have you never known hardship or hopelessness, Adrian,” he asked, “Have you never done something simply because there seemed to be no other options left? You have said that, in our world, the weak are at the mercy of the strong. Which of those words would you emphasize, then? Weak? Strong? Or, perchance, mercy?”
“I have known the kind of adversity that leads to this, as have some of you, I’d wager; and I, for one, choose mercy without… how did you say it? …slapping them around? Lessons can be learned without blood being spilled.”
Adrian simply shook his head. Of course this mage knows the adversity. Look at him. Hard work is not his friend.
"I have worked my entire life. Since my youth I was subject to the torture of Imperial servitude. They are free children, they are responsible for their decisions. We can send them to Freegate with coin and our gratitude, but when that runs out they will turn to theivery.
And, the word I emphasize is mercy. What you are suggesting is charity. Mercy may only be applied when the lives of the weak are in the hands of the strong."
He let out a sigh.
"There need not be bloodshed. Fear can be a lesson in itself, although if they resist they must learn that every action has it's consequences."
Posted on 2006-10-25 at 13:07:29.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: tough love?
Adrian spent the rest of the day thinking in the same terms as the Gladiator. Grab some food and drink and enjoy your coin.
He contemplated asking Talas to spar in the morning. Adrian had quite a few things to teach him about sophistication and combat. It took quite some time to eventually shoot down the idea. He would first have to watch him fight in person. He had seen many, many gladiators fight in the Imperial pits, but each one had a different style. His intellegence got the better of him, and Adrian decided to take the advice of his combat theory classes back at the Academy. No, instead he decided to get a good sleep before the morning.
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Adrian was not a morning person. The one thing he hated was waking up and doing morning exercises. Well, honestly he hated being told to do them, and having every single push up called out to him. Unfortunately the Reds spent all their time in the libraries, so he had to deal with the rigor of the Grey's regime if he wanted to get any sort of exercise program worth his time.
Thankfully they had a bit of a trip ahead of them. The ride would fully wake him up. Adrian hated himself for it, but mercenary work has been a little slow lately, and he's gotten somewhat lax on his training.
He did his morning routine, an idenical copy of the Grey's workout program... just without all the shouting.
The next few hours went by without incident. He ate, met up with the others, saddled up with a yawn, and began riding. Arien drew up some solid marching orders, and Adrian had no objections. He was eager to get moving and get active.
The horses clopping and the bumps of the road were just what the young mage needed to finely attune his senses to the world around him. It seemed like the atmosphere had an opposit effect on Dapple, and Adrian watched the lad zone in and out of awareness.
Finally, a bit into their trip, they hit their first encounter. The "other" mage was the one to point it out first, followed by Char's detailed report. A couple of kids?
Adrian looked for an opportunity to throw in his opinion. After Dapple's comment (or joke, Adrian wasn't quite sure) seemed to be a good spot.
"Children are ignorant. If these want to live the lives of bandits, they need to be shown the danger they are putting themselves in.
In our world, the weak are at the mercy of the strong. If we simply pat their heads and give them coin, they will turn to this path again once our donation has run dry.
We should let them ambush us, slap them around a bit, and tell them if we had been Imperial, they would be dead or in shackles. It will illustrate their foolishness for attacking strangers unprepared, and will demonstrate the power of mercy. Two lessons most never learn until adulthood.
Then, we give them some coin and treat their wounds."
Posted on 2006-10-25 at 09:46:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: answers
Adrian had read the group fairly well. They would succeed. Probably lose a few in the process, but they would win the attrition war. The corps were not that powerful, and the greens were too arrogant for their own good.
Then the diplomat asked another great question that Adrian immediately knew the answer to. This time though, he was the one to answer.
“Valentine? What can we non-magical types do to bring down a Red?”
heh... stay out of the magical-types way.
But then his sense of compnaionship got the better of him.
"Get close to them, and get in their face. The Reds are lazy, weak and overall a group of pushovers once you take away their advantage of range.
Oh, and make sure the Green's aren't nearby when you do close in. They like fighting in your face."
Posted on 2006-10-13 at 09:57:43.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: yay charisma
and Adrian's lack of it
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 09:21:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: half a post
Posted the first half. Probably won't get a chance to post the meeting post and the other character interactions until tonight
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 08:02:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: A day in the life?
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, Ten Forward 0500
The four medical "regulars" for this time found themselves a bit less chatty today than yesterday. It was a quiet medical night for the mostpart. A couple of kids and a pretty beaten up SEC ensign. The full report had yet to come in, but Cinna has a way with finding out details. At least Baby Gavison was doing well. Her discharge to her parents marked a quiet time for the medical staff. The next pregnant woman on board wasn't due for quite some time yet.
Vic looked around at *his* senior staff. Sure they were all NCO's, but medical officers were hard to come by, at least those who weren't physicians. All the scientists gravitated towards the "real" labs. The Vulcan girl, Ltjg Taal left pathology to go over to Hemlos's department some time ago, and there hasn't really been a replacement. Chief Gabriel Richards pretty much ran everything himself, and came to Vic for rubber stamps. Ltjg Riner in supply wasn't much better. He was a biomedical engineer by trade. He knew more about physics and engineering better than actual medicine. He wasn't even a starfleet medic. Chief Taylor Alexandria pretty much coordinated all the stores. Rainer spent most of his time on his private research, so he could pick up a job as a professor at the Academy. Sometimes he helped out in the med lab, but mostly just serves as a commission, when Gabe or Taylor needs one. Not that any of the three of them are complaining.
Gabe and Taylor were barely over a decade older than Vic's own kids. They were openly engaged, and likely to marry within the next year. Neither one wanted a career in Starfleet, but both saw it as a chance to see the universe in their youth, and a way to get out of going to college. They were smart to join Starfleet, knowing that medical as a whole was stressed for personell, and even more stressed for non-clinicians. The pay was bigger in the private sector, or at least at the research labs on Earth. Everyone in Starfleet could tell that their Chief Petty Officer ranks were inflated, but that didn't change the fact that they were both damn good in their respective fields. Victor had a very strong relationship with the both of them, and grants them more autonomy than most NCO's. He tells Captain Blair it's because of the shortage of non-practitioner officers, but it wouldn't take much searching to see he's never requested more manpower. No, medical would stay with four senior officers and four junior resident docs. Dr. Wash was finally settling into his place, and learning to operate under a different style ward. Vic wasn't sure if he liked it yet, but he definately kept any complaints quiet. The new guy, Lt. Arevacii would soon have to find his own place in the department as well. As the aCMO (though he likely didn't know it yet) he will be able to make as much or as little out of the position as he wants.
Cinna was another story altogether. She's refused commissions more times than Vic can remember, claiming she "wants to be the one running things, not thinking about how to run them." Vic didn't question it, and just made sure she stayed in his department. No other charge nurse in the world could run Discovery's sick bay like her, and Vic would retire before he saw her leave his department.
The four sat in silence, sipping on various types of coffee and tea. They had been doing this for years, so long that none of them really had to say anything. Each of the four could probably think of a line, and then go around the horn predicting the other's responses. Most of the time it'd be
right. Perhaps that is why Dr. Wash and some others feel out of place among them. When the chips are on the table (or off for that matter), it's like talking to four copies of the same person, divided in four by a generation and a gender.
=/=Dr. White=/= his combadge chirped. It was one of the resident docs.
"There's your morning report, Vic" Cinna spoke softly.
"Just bring it to Ten Forward. Get yourself a drink or something in the meantime."
=/=Aye sir. I could definately use one=/= he replied. As his voice trailed the turbolift could be heard through the badge.
Vic quirked an eyebrow. This was odd. Usually the night shift was interesting, but it's rare for the doc to be so eager for a drink.
A few more minutes went by until the PADD with the report was handed over in person by a stressed student doctor who promptly made his way for the bar.
As the CMO scanned the report, something stuck out. Oh good Lord...
"Well, I guess today starts early. Good Bye" he says, standing slowly to the waves of his friends.
MacTavish you idiot... Now there will be a psych eval, all sorts of fun he thought as he got in the lift and was off towards his office.
USS Discovery, Dr. White's office 0545
"Welcome Dr. White," the computer chimed in as he walked through. "The current time is oh-five-four-seven hundred hours. Command has requested your presence at a meeting in exactly oh-four-four-three hours. There was an incident last night marked with priority by the RoD. It is located in file oh-three-five-Bravo-oh..."
"I have it. Thank you computer, that will be all," he interrupted. As much as he liked that welcome message, it could be as much of a hinderance as a help sometimes. But he'd keep it for now.
Victor grabbed his dictaPADD and regretted the log he was about to make. “Last night at 2315 hours, ensign Anthony Drummond was seen in the emergency room by Dr. Wash. He was treated for moderate eye trauma and a mild concussion. The ensign was released at 0010 hours today. Patient complained repeatedly about… *sigh* about quote “that skirt-wearin sonofabitch,” and requested work-related injury report forms. I found a complaint in the records. The man he referred to was indeed Lt. MacTavish.” He sighed and banged his fist against the desk. Out of your hands Vic. Injury forms required the signature of both medical and command. He technically could approve it alone, but thought that since Mac was involved this had better go to Kelsey.
“Computer, please forward that last dictation to Commander Gavison’s PADD. Mark it priority and confidential.”
Well… no better time to make a report.
White began furiously working the keypad, typing up the details of the night shift. Little excitement, save a couple of kids and Drummond. Maybe this really wasn’t a good time for a report. White hadn’t met with either of the two new officers personally, nor their guest. He would have to wait for the morning appointment with Dr. Arevacii before he could go anywhere else though.
It was still way too early to be paging the other officers.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 07:49:54.
Edited on 2006-10-12 at 08:00:17 by Admiral
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