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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: excellent!
Nice round of posts, folks! Color me a happy fella.
Posted on 2016-04-26 at 23:45:51.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: enough of this
Once the dead and wounded are tended to, the party moves out, with Talca at point. As the twilights deepens, the oppressive, sticky mist deepens; odd sounds seem to echo through the night.
The pilgrim leader is unable to share much useful information. He knows that the dead walk in this area, but cannot say why or from where they come, nor does he have any divine insight. The pilgrims come from various points along the countryside, and are bound for the Lysoran shrine. He will not reveal the exact location of the holy destination.
It takes more than an hour, but suddenly, the wooden palisade seems to materialize directly in front of the companions. A lone guard stands at the gate, torch at the ready. "Right, then!" he calls, hand nervously clenching a spear. "Who goes there? State your business!"
Once satisfied with the response, he lowers his spear. "Fair enough. Ye may enter the town of Crandel, but cause no trouble." He glances back and up on the palisade. "Let them in, Les."
As the party moves forward, the guard speaks again. "The Nicked Shill be straight ahead - only inn in town. Ye ought to be able to find a bed there."
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Upon entry to the town, the pilgrims take their leave, stating that they will seek refuge with believers in the town. Once again, they thank you profusely for your help.
The dirt streets of Crandel are quiet. Many of the buildings and homes are dark, but those with lit lanterns or torches shine with an almost otherworldly light against the sticky fog. As you press forward, you come across one lone, well lit building, and as you come closer, you see a wooden signboard bearing the depiction of a worn, damaged copper coin - the Nicked Shill.
The interior of the inn is well lit, and the atmosphere is fairly bustling, if not truly friendly. Several long tables run most of the length of the common room, with benches lining either side. The tables are by and large occupied by folk in plain garb such as you might see on farmers or laborers, and these locals peer at you with less than hospitable expressions; you could swear that conversation dies down upon your entry.
A young, befreckled brunette maid greets you warmly enough, however, and directs you to one of the few open spots - which is in a corner table unoccupied by locals. "Welcome to our inn, travelers," she speaks in an accent very similar to the gate guard's. "Special tonight is pork stew with peppers; we may still have some potatoes. We have strong ale and small beer," and with a measured glance at the sylvari, "and I may be able to scare up some fall wine; mayhap there's some left. We've got good bread and cheese, but it's too early in the season for much in the way of fruits."
After taking your orders, she leaves.
There are two occupants at the end of your table; both are humans in travelers' garb. One is a tall, stubble-faced, sinewy man dressed in leather armor and a brown cloak, wearing a sword at his belt. He sits easily, though you notice his eyes periodically sweep the room.
The other is a blonde woman dressed in form fitting black clothing with a purple cloak. She wears a broad-bladed knife at her belt, as well as some sort of silver pendant at her throat.
The man's eyes narrow at you as you take your seat and his hand subconsciously drifts closer to the handle of his blade, though after a few moments, he gives a curt nod and appears to slightly relax.
The woman, on the other hand, seems to view you with more interest. While she doesn't truly smile, her expression is not unfriendly. Upon closer inspection, you realize that her left cheek bears several silvered scars, one of which begins at the corner of her mouth and ends right next to her blue eye.
The serving wench is reasonably prompt, bringing the food in a timely manner; the fare is simple, but tasty enough. After a time, conversation around the room appears to pick up again.
The woman at your table moves as if to speak a greeting; the man seems about to object, but she silences him with a glare. "Well met, fellow travelers," she speaks politely, her accent leaving no doubt that she is no local. "I do not recall seeing you on the road, so I would think that you did not come from the west. Any news from the road to the east?"
Posted on 2016-04-26 at 00:08:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
You nailed it!
Posted on 2016-04-25 at 22:59:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Cook
It's now Monday in-game; Cook is not on duty as the nurse. However, as we mentioned, she only has two such shifts. It's up to you whether she would be in sickbay; considering that you have new transfers, it would make perfect sense that she would be there, and would hear the call.
Posted on 2016-04-25 at 09:31:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: gotta get on with this...
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Transporter room one - 1155
((OOC: I am taking the liberty of assuming that the mentioned characters are on hand for this post. If you feel that they should not be, I can edit.))
Commander Drake stood at ease, flanked by Lieutenant Zai, Lieutenant Berk, and Lieutenant Lasad. All four men were in full dress uniform for the occasion.
A wry smile touched the corner of the Captain's mouth. "All right, gentlemen - it's showtime." He continued with unnecessary advice. "Remember to show our best manners; Lieutenant Berk, I want the security detail for each ambassador to feel like an escort, not a warden."
((OOC: assuming acknowledgement or the like))
The Vulcan petty officer at the transporter controls looked up. "We have contact from Starbase one eighteen, Captain. They are requesting permission for two to beam aboard."
Drake nodded. "Our guests are right on time, Mister Tolaris. Permission granted, please beam them aboard."
The transporter technician nodded. "Order acknowledged, Captain. Energizing now."
For a few moments, the space above the transporter pad shimmered, then quickly materialized into two humanoid shapes - ambassadors Threel and D'lar. Both the Rytain and Kuldar representatives looked exactly as they had for the morning's meeting, though each did possess luggage for the trip.
Drake stepped forward and gave a formal bow. "Ambassador Threel, Ambassador D'lar - on behalf of the United Federation of Planets, I hereby welcome you aboard the USS Peregrine. You met my Executive Officer, Lieutenant Zai, this morning. Please allow me to introduce you to my Chief of Operations, Lieutenaant Lasad, as well as my Chief Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Berk." Drake indicated each in turn before continuing.
"Lieutenant Lasad has personally tended to your quarters to assure that they are as comfortable as we can make them, though if you require anything whatsoever, you have only to ask. Lieutenant Berk will be providing each of you with your own personal bodyguards for the duration of your stay; they will serve as escorts and personal security for you at all times."
Ambassador D'lar chuckled slightly. "You mean, Captain, that you are assigning someone to keep an eye on us while we are on board, to keep us out of trouble, yes?"
Silas found himself taken aback, but before he could answer, the Rytain ambassador had interjected. "And by doing so, you can of course give lip service towards protecting us from one another." Threel cast a sideways glance at D'lar.
The Kuldar ambassador grinned widely. "Do not apologize, Captain. Were I in your place, I would do the same - but not be so polite about it."
The Rytain ambassador nodded in agreement. "Indeed. I would not begrudge you your duty. Show us to our quarters, please."
Drake shook his head, amazed. Could something possibly be going the our way, for once?
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Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine, Main Engineering - 1215
Nikolai Vadimevich Toporov was elbow deep in an access panel, cursing under his breath in Russian at a stubborn, hard to reach relay. The damned thing had begun to go out - for the third time in two months - causing intermittent power fluctuations to one of the display units. He strongly considered drawing the phaser that Security was insisting that crew in sensitive systems carry during the current mission, and using it to perform more permanent adjustments; at least his knuckles would be safe from further cuts if he were confined to the brig.
"How much longer on that one, Nikolai?" asked Commander Thorson as the Chief busied himself with flow control on one of the plasma relays.
Toporov bit back a profanity-laced reply and instead stated as diplomatically as he could manage between gritted teeth, "I should have it within the next few minutes, comrade."
Thorson nodded. "Carry on, then."
The big Commander stretched for a moment and frowned slightly as if he had a bit of an uncomfortable catch in his back. Next, he made a fist with his cybernetic arm and brought it down, hard, onto the console.
The sudden, unexpected boom from the impact caused Toporov to jump, resulting in multiple cut knuckles. This time, Nikolai Vadimevich did not muffle his curses; his blood boiled as he jerked the wounded appendage from the access panel. He cut his glance to Thorson, who had raised the cybernetic limb again, then crashed it against the panel another time; sparks flew for several meters, and chunks of metal and glass scattered with them. "Commander?" the petty officer asked, shock written all over his face.
Thorson did not reply. The chief engineer's eyes were rolled back in his head as he spun on his heel, took two strides, and leveled another console.
"Commander!" Toporov exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
Thorson turned again, but this time, headed directly for the sensor technician. Toporov's eyes widened, and without thinking, he drew the phaser at his hip. The big Russian felt icy fear grip his guts - he knew well that the cybernetic limb could shatter bones, liquefy flesh. Had the Commander lost his mind?
"Nyet! Commander, stop!" he exclaimed. Thorson did not respond, instead coming closer, and Toporov raised his weapon.
Suddenly, Thorson made a choking noise and began to convulse. The chief engineer fell to the deck, where he spasmed and writhed, occasionally flailing around. Toporov dared not approach too close, as the cybernetic arm seemed to possess a destructive mind of its own, swiping and smashing at the deck and anything close enough to reach. Instead, Nikolai Vadimevich hit his commbadge.
"Petty Officer Toporov to Sickbay! Doctor Moore, we have a medical emergency in main engineering - Commander Thorson is having some sort of seizure!"
Posted on 2016-04-25 at 01:04:01.
Edited on 2016-04-25 at 09:36:37 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well, crap
Dox, I hate to see you go. You've done a superb job in a tough position. I have very much enjoyed your posts. I hope that you will consider rejoining us when you can.
Posted on 2016-04-24 at 23:36:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: blarg
The last week and a half for me at work has just been brutal, and Duncan's announcement knocked me off base.
I'll have a post up today or tomorrow, period. End of story. Yup yup.
I'm ready to get back to boldly going!
Posted on 2016-04-22 at 15:47:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: okay
Just as a heads up, a post is coming from me shortly. I am trying to figure out what we're doing with the CEO's spot, as well.
Posted on 2016-04-20 at 08:55:26.
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Topic: QotW: Inspiration
Subject: yep
I love pretty much everything Williams has ever done (I've read Tailchaser's Song at least thirty times, I bet)... but that series just embodies perfection in the fantasy genre, to me.
Posted on 2016-04-19 at 23:09:57.
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Topic: Eol goes around the sun...
Subject: Eol goes around the sun...
Happy birthday to our own Eol Fefalas!
Posted on 2016-04-19 at 09:22:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: crud
Well, I've been PMing back and forth about this. This clearly makes me quite sad for my selfish interests... but Duncan, it makes me sad for you. I'm so sorry, man.
Posted on 2016-04-18 at 23:39:28.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: yesh!
Glad to have you for sure. We needed ya!
Okay, I'll get ready to push this on forward again.
Posted on 2016-04-18 at 23:38:34.
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Topic: QotW: Inspiration
Subject: hah
I can't bein to cite all of my stolen sources.
The Dragonlance Chronicles were an early, heavy influence for me.
I've cherrypicked So. Many. Ideas. from various adventure modules online.
I've stolen elements from Williams' Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn (and other stuff by him).
I've taken pieces from David Feintuch's Midshipman series.
Heh, I've stolen from other GMs.
And on and on and on...
Posted on 2016-04-18 at 23:35:13.
Edited on 2016-04-19 at 09:41:55 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: work, work, work...
Busy day. Hope to get a post up this evening.
Posted on 2016-04-13 at 16:51:47.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: no problemo
Again, I'm not trying to hurry anyone; I'd prefer to post twice a week, but if we can only do once, that's fine.
But I don't want people sitting around waiting on me.
Posted on 2016-04-12 at 23:33:31.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: k
No worries. I just don't want to push things if people are still planning to post.
Posted on 2016-04-12 at 23:22:38.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: so...
...is anyone else planning to post?
Posted on 2016-04-12 at 23:06:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: hah
A pic!
Posted on 2016-04-12 at 23:01:02.
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Topic: Think of us, please.
Subject: sweet!
Outstanding!
Posted on 2016-04-12 at 22:59:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: sweet
That would be great. If I have a post from Mathias, I feel like I can push on to the ambassador boarding.
I mean, we can do that anyway, but I'd like to hear from Berk.
Posted on 2016-04-11 at 12:52:22.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: yep
Sorry to hear that, CAP.
I had kind of expected some posts about what would happen more than just immediately after the fight, so I made a post to nudge you guys. Are you still going to Crandel? doing something else?
Posted on 2016-04-11 at 00:04:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I saw it
I saw it, and I'll include it in my response, never fear. Deck 2 is one of the decks that includes areas that the ambassadors should be allowed access to... as well as areas that they should not. To me, this falls under the protocol that we discussed of putting up containment fields in the corridors - I see zero reason for ambassadors to be in the science labs, period.
Posted on 2016-04-10 at 23:43:22.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: aftermath
In a handful of minutes, Pepper feels control of her body return. Meanwhile, the clerics are busy tending wounds and the dead with gifts of cures and blessings of the gods.
Rae and Talca keep a tense watch, but the neither the giggling monstrosity - not the shamblers - return.
Three of the pilgrims are left alive, including the leader who spoke to you before. "Thank you for your aid," he speaks, his voice trembling. "If not for your heroism, we would have all perished this eve."
He holds out his hands in supplication. "It is clear now that we cannot reach the shrine... at least, not until the road is safer. I think it is best that we return to Crandel, and perhaps beg lodging there. Would you good folk consider accompanying us there? I fear that we have naught to offer you but the blessings of the Blue Lady, but I fear what will happen if we leave your sides before we are safe."
Posted on 2016-04-10 at 23:05:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: s'alright
We know you'll be back ASAP.
Love the new round of posts, folks! I want to give Berk a chance to post, but I may push this to the ambassador arrival very soon.
Posted on 2016-04-10 at 22:59:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: soonishly...
Wasn't a super fun post to do, more necessary housekeeping. Back to our regularly scheduled fun shortly.
Posted on 2016-04-08 at 17:39:38.
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