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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Rhiannon MacQueen
Lt. Cmdr Talon turned from where the other officers were discussing what had happened when the door open and he raised a brow when the MACO walked up to him, saluted and reported.
“Interesting,” he said at first, “Gunnery Sergerant.. where is this suspicious person now?” He wondered if this person might have anything to do with the sabotage of the Cerebeus, maybe not but it deserved checking out.
"Crewman Stan Stowbriesky of Cerberus's engineering deptament, he is in Sickbay. I have already sent a MACO to watch him persosnally."
“Lt Myers?” Talon says hitting his commbadge, knowing that he had assigned Myers to head the detail watching sickbay.
“Yes Sir?” Myers responded.
“You have an injured crewman in Sickbay by the name of Stan Stowbriesky,” Talon says, “I want you to isolate this man as a potential threat. Secure him in a security field if you have to until he has been cleared. I want a full report from the Medical staff as soon as possible.”
“Aye Sir!” Myers acknowledges.
Talon signs off and turns his attention back to Rhiannon, “Good work Sergerant! Keep your team ready to assist if needed.”
"Sir, do you wish me to return to the Docking Bay, go to Sick Bay, or remain here?"
The Lyran liked the MACOs, even the females were fighters and having worked with them before he had been witness to their combat expertise. It was something he admired and trusted.
While Lt Myers moved to follow his orders in Sickbay, Talon turned to report this development to the Captains.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 00:46:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: FIRE
BTW Teachers are taught to take their rollbooks with them and be the last out the door making sure to close it. we even had to drag out emergency barrels on wheels.
If you allow it the swords might still be in their cases. Then he would just grab the case.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 18:39:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Swords
If S'Talon had been unpacking the swords while the others were working on the CD, then could the swords have been saved?
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 16:57:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: OK Time problem
Charon 13:19 all survivors reported on board.
The Romulans were last to bee brought in.
But Lt Hash is treating the Centurion, after Anderson report her as injured at 12:51.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 02:31:25.
Edited on 2008-07-21 at 02:33:10 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Rhiannon MacQueen
Stardate: 2374.09.06
The Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 13:19 hours
Docking bay - 13:27 -
/--\\ Bridge to Captain Gavison. /--\\
Kelsey blinked away the glazed memories of loss and swallowed the hatred that soured his pallet as the commlink chirped.
“Gavison here.”
/--\\ The Cerberus survivors are all aboard. The few wounded have been transported directly to sickbay where Doctor Hamilton is looking in on them, and the surviving senior officers have been shown their quarters. /--\\
Kel rose from his seat and made his way towards the door. “Acknowledged,” he muttered in response to Kennedy’s report. “I want that meeting with Mac and his officers right away, Mr. Kennedy. Clear the mess hall, and make sure that there’s something on the table for them to refresh themselves with.”
The door slid open revealing the bridge. Lt. Kennedy wasn’t present, having been sent about his duties by Commander Fletcher, but Jonathan was there. Kel strode purposefully across the room to the turbo lift as he finished up his orders and received confirmation from the Ops head.
Of to the side,of the Turbo Lift on the bridge, taking a guard stance, without direction. Rhiannon MacQueen waited throughout the retrieval of the ASRVs, she was in her blacks with her rifle in proper position. Her team, for now, were down in the docking bay on duty with naval security. Captian Galvison stepped out of his Ready Room, and quickly scanned his Bridge.
“Mr. Fletcher, Talon, Mr. Kato, and Jones, you’re with me. Mr. Mas’Riat, you’ve the bridge,” Kelsey would have preferred to have left someone with more experience in charge, but he needed these with him to hear Jack’s report. The more minds at work to determine what had occurred, the more likely they were to come out of this mess on top.
Rhiannon snapped a salute, “Captain, permission to rejoin my team.”
(Assuming this is granted)
Docking Bay - 13:27
After the Captain and key officers depart, Rhiannon takes the turbo lift down to the level of the docking bay being used to receive the crew of the Cerberus. She walks in on a familiar voice demanding, for lack of a gentler voice, to see a high ranking Security Officer.”
“What is the problem,” Rhiannon says by way of greeting to her twin, Aquamarine eyes met and seemed to merge. No words were needed, each felt the relief in the other as they locked eyes. “Is there something I can do for you?” Both were in MACO black, and were almost mirror images, except that Rhiannon was fully armed.
Other eyes were locked on the two, Alpha and Beta teams were staring at split images of their sergeants.
Brianna quickly gives her twin a look and then a condensed report while blue fire flashes in her normally emerald green eyes. “Later I will fill you in. Who is Chief of Security on the Charon?”
“Lt, Cmd. Talon is CSO.”
“I want to press formal charges against a Cerebus crewman. We have not been cleared yet, and I need to see this through to proper channels. Rhi, if you can expedite my complaint to the proper authorities, I would appreciate it. Let’s do it by the book.”
"Who is it, and what did he do?
Brianna quickly gives her the name and relates Mr. Stowbriesky's actions as the MACO'S were attempting to abandon ship. To endanger anyone like, let alone MACOs and her twin brought blue fire to Rhiannon's eyes. Mr Stan Stowbriesky made Rhiannon's s**t list.
"Where is he," Rhiannon voice was cold as glacier as she looked around ready to march the man to the brig.
"In Sickbay, he was acting oddly while we were on the ASRV."
Rhiannon looks to her second in command and gives him a set of hand signals that let him know he was back in charge. She then motions to Corporal Allison, one of her team, “With me.”
She heads out leaving her team with her second in command.
"Corporal, you double time it to Sickbay and put your eyes and your weapon on this crewman Stowbriesky and do not take them off.
Mess Hall- 13:37
Rhiannon does double time herself to where the officers of both ships were meeting in the Mess Hall. The door opened and she stepped in. As Gavison had noticed before she was not one mince or hem and haw, She moved directly to Lt Commander Talon.
She saluted smartly, resting the barrel on her rifle in her left had to do so.
"Sir, I am carrying a report for MACO Master Sergeant Brianna MacQueen of the Cerberus, she wanted to alert security as to the actions a Cerberus crewman for insubordination and for trying to take off in an unloaded ASRV, thus stranding her MACO team on the Cerberus."
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 01:22:20.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 00:38:52 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Attention: Rowl or Talon
For Security maters, 4 PADDs taken from the Romulans. Shirrael's and Rhiana's have tecnical data on them, but no data on the Cloaking Devices. They both have a moderate library of recreations reading including Romulan Erotic Poetry. Before the distruction of the Cerberus they had been playing with security, and elaborately encrypting some juicy poems and sending them too each other. Both are very, very intelligent, and were very bored  . In fact Romulan tech team had editic memories, this was so that they did not have to have descrete information on the CD on their computers. S'Talon's computer has quarter hourly reports as to where the Romulans while on board the Cerberus and then recording of any interaction the Older Romulan had with any of the other Romulans. Sienea's computer has much of the same information as all the rest of them with two noted differences, one a library of music for the kyoto, and the other a book called the Bushido, written in Japanese and Romulan.
As for The Centurion's cases, both are about 4-5'x2'x2' feet long. Inside one of the very strong cases are two beautiful wooden boxes. Both hold a set of Samuri weapons, a matched sets of Katana, Wakasashi, and Tanto. Both are of superior quality and one seemed to be older (as per aged color of the carved ivory hilt) and of a finer quality than the other (metal was folded more times). also in the case were Typoical clothing worn by the Samuri of the Shogunate period.
The other case holds another carve wodden box, and in that is a kyoto, a Japanese stringed instrument. Under the boxes was a compartment holding a number of brightly colored Kimonos eleboratily embroidered with Japanese motifs and one of just plain white.
Posted on 2008-07-20 at 20:47:30.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: :P
Thank goodness Elessarae has a bow and can use it, even if she is a Bladesinger
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 18:14:27.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Elessarae
Elessarae will work to find wood, branches, boughs, pinecones, and even goblin bodies and pour some oil on them ready to start a fire. If their is time she will make bundles of grass and oil them to use later to set fire to then and throw the grass, maybe they will generate enough heat that the grass bundles can ignite the whole top of the plateau.
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 06:51:01.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Dark Knight and Game Stuff
So how was it?
AND
Elessarae has the bit in her teeth.
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 03:53:57.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Elessarae
"Don't you think I would love to warn my people, I would and could run day and night to take the warning to them even when the Moonlit Castle is days away by horseback. If you mean the entire group of us to run all that way then so be it. For I will not leave any to be overtaken by the Goblins and their kind. And when we reach there we can tell them there are Goblins and Ogres over the first range of mountain."
Elessarae take a deep breath. "The Sylvari already know that. What the Syvari want is intelligence on the Goblins and what is happening here, a week of travel may keep us from finding out important information before all hell breaks loose. Then we will have to turn around and come all the way back and find another area to search. if Sylvaria in not overrun at that point."
"The High King has not been doing nothing, a week before Hith Elee he was marshaling his forces." She takes another breath"
"Fire on the mountain, yes. Delaying action yes. Run down off the mountain, yes. Then we go find a back door into this place and look for what you came for and what I was sent to find."
There is steel in her voice as she holds unwaveringly to her ideas.
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 03:29:21.
Edited on 2008-07-19 at 03:40:10 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Elessarae
"Geim, it would take days of running to get to the castle and then back again. You can not hold this path indefinately."
"As far as rock falls, I can see outcropping of boulders, but they are big and would be hard loosen. Archers would soon be out of ammunition, you would soon be out of spells and and I do not think they will allow you the courtesy of an uninterrupted rest long enough to regain your spells. They can win in a war of attrition."
"As I said, do what we can quickly and the leave, covering all track of non-Khords as best we can to perpitrate the ruse. AS for a message to my people, the sky is clear and a bonfire in the night sky can be seen for miles, it is the best warning we can send Sylvaria right now. We already know of the Goblin threat, but those who sent me want to know more about it. Like who or what is the driving force to it."
She looks about at the more warlike members of the group.
"For the love of the Gods of Good, we are not an army.
"Malius," she turns to the returned Sylvari ranger, "tell him that running back to the Moonlit Castle is just too time consuming. Time that we could use finding the reason behind this all."
Their is a look in her eyes that draws him, and no hint of any ill-feeling at his not helping in burying the dead of Hith Elee, or of leaving the group. She just folding him back into the group as if he had never been gone. She steps up beside him needing his support of her plan.
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 01:12:10.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Elessarae
As much as she would like to run back and warn the Sylvari, it would take her away from the group, and her orders to find out what the Goblins were up to. As others offered suggestions, she shook her head at the idea of fighting. Yes, it was a steep trail and it offered opportunities for mass damage, but what they need to do was give themselves time to get away.
Making it seem like the spirits of the Chakrandum was one thing, but letting any of them close enough would give that ruse away. Added to that was that fact of attrition, there were only 7 of them and who new how many thousand there were of the enemy.
“Geim, as much as I would love to warn my people, they are too far back. I am hoping the Empire has been roused and the there are others on the border keeping watch. I am thinking if we can find enough dead wood and some of the pine branches we can build a pretty big fire that can bee seen for a long way. It may give some warning to watchers at the borders that there is something to take note of up here.”
“I do think we do should do something to slow them down, if we can perpetrate the ruse of avenging spirits all the better, but we can not let them get up here and see us.”
“Now a question of the Khords, Do you know where we have to go? Do we have to go down in the valley or can we go around it?”
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 21:51:55.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 22:11:55 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Stuff
I had thought for previous posts the there were thousands of golbins all about the valley. To Elessarae they are the vanguard of a possible invasion force. One major reason to running back to tell the Sylvari, and for another, this way is no longer a viable way into the valley, assuming this is where we have to go. I am not sure that anyone knows where we are going, or has an idea of where we are to search for information on the Dwarves that once lived here. If so we will have to leave this area and find one not infested with goblins.
I am thinking that the powers that be have been doing something to put a watch on the bordersof the Chakran Mts for goblin incursions. Maybe we can find a border watcher and then go round another way to get into the Mts without having to face thousandds of goblins.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 20:48:19.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 20:50:27 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: The Centurion and Lt. Nash's Bedside Manner
Stardate: 2374.09.06
The Charon – Sickbay – 12:51 hours
There’d been a few others from the Cerberus brought into sickbay as well. But Jon wasn’t interested in any of them; it was the Centurion that held his attention, that had his brow furrowed, his jaw clenching and unclenching, and his blood boiling.
He had to remain impartial, capable of administering aid when aid was needed, but right then he was debating providing the woman with a stimulant so he could shake a confession out of her. Something deep inside told him how ridiculous such a desire was, and it was that small voice of reason that kept him against the wall.
“All vitals are stable,” one of the medical technicians stated matter-of-factly as he compared the vitals to the library records on the PADD he held in his hands.
“She isn’t dying, you moron,” Jon pushed away from the wall and strolled across the floor in a wide circle, as though getting too close to the woman would break his resolve to remain impartial. “She was knocked over by a clumsy oaf of a security detail. Check the condition of the muscles in her back, if you can find it without looking at that damned book, that is. It’s my understanding that she hurt her back due to that imbecile’s pigeon-toed dance.”
“You are, apparently, either hard of hearing, or the mere presence of my genius has left you in an unprecedented stupor,” Grabbing the man by his elbow, Jon directed him towards the examination table. “Get your playmate over there, and the two of you move this Romulan centurion to the table so we can do a full body scan. A f-u-l-l b-o-d-y s-c-a-n, you know?” Jon articulated the last sentence especially carefully and slowly so as not to confuse the tech.
“Excuse me?” The man’s expression had sweetened to one of ripe dismay. He glanced about, perhaps looking for a sign of his commanding officer, Chief Hamilton, but seeing how the Chief was off with that sick engineer in the dental area (he’d been concerned about contaminating other patients with whatever illness the man had contracted), the technician found himself alone with the unorthodox lieutenant and two other crewmen.
“For the love of all of the Klingon gods,” Jon barked. “Just get that damned woman on the table!”
There was no mistaken the rancor in his voice it cut like a hot knife through snow. He was angry, as he moved about her bed Sienae could almost feel him, how her circled her bed like a Ter’ak, a hunting cat noted for it stealth and cunning and for unprovoked attacks. Luckily the pain medication was still in effect so when she was moved so unceremoniously she did not feel pain when she was set down less than softly. She could not blame them, she was sure the crew of both ships felt that the Romulans were responsible for the loss of the Cerberus. Only she could not be, as she had told MacTavish, she could vouch for S’Talon, Rhiana and Shiarrael, but no the others. So the Doctor’s wrath was understandable.
The response time still wasn’t what Hash had hoped it would be, but had Centurion Sienae woken entirely from her hazy dream at that moment, she would have found herself being moved to the table in the center of the room. Once there, Jon initiated the full body scan. He didn’t know what he was looking for specifically—part of him wanted to find some portion of a swallowed explosive detonation device, part of him wanted to actually figure out how a simple accident in an escape pod could result in the woman being incapacitated, and in need of sedatives. Age-old relations bred hatred in a number of people, but pure and simple scientific curiosity could beat tradition into dust in a heartbeat.
“Well, spank me and call me Shirley,” Jon muttered as the readings came in while the device passed repeatedly up and down her body. Peering at the musculature that had been created in holographic detail hovering over her body, the doctor reached up and turned her generated body on its side with a simple flick of his wrist.
“Here,” he said, circling a cluster of nerves near the spine so that the medical technicians could see what he was talking about. “What’s that?”
“Severe nerve damage,” the first man responded quietly.
Jon paused for a moment and gave him a confused look. Can’t understand a simple command, but he seems to be somewhat educated in medicine nonetheless. Wonders never cease.
“Yes, Jasmine, it appears to be nerve damage, and I’d agree with you in the categorization of its severity, though should you ever tell anyone what I just said, I’ll hide your uniforms so you’re forced to prance around the decks of this boat wearing your lacy pink undergarments. And trust me when I say no one wants to see that.”
Hash turned back to the holographic display and “grabbed” that section of Sienae’s back, expanding it to show more minute detail.
“Can you heal it?” The technician had apparently forgotten his most recent lambasting as he peered over Hash’s shoulder at the destroyed nerves.
“Good lord, Jasmine,” Jon cocked an eyebrow at the man. “Your breath on my ear is sending tingles up and down my spine, but the odor coming off your breath is enough to cause me to hurl. Back off, girlie! Dinner first, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you clean between my toes.
“Much better. Now, let’s talk repairs, shall we?” Hash turned his attention back to the Centurion’s displayed back. “With nerve transplants, and a very intrusive surgery we could gift the woman with six to ten follow up visits filled with painful growth stimulants that would likely result in her being exhausted and without an appetite, but that’s wholly contingent on being given access to state-of-the-art surgical equipment the likes of which this boat doesn’t even come close to having on board.”
“So, there’s nothing we can do?” Another of the technicians asked, her eyes wide with fear at the reprisal of her counterpart’s humiliation.
“Nothing we can do?” Jon muttered, his eyes now narrowed at the real Sienae’s pale face. “Oh, don’t give up on the patience just yet, Sister. We could always dose her up with truth serum and jam so many questions down her throat about all of those people who died on the Cerberus...”
“Doctor!?” The woman’s mouth dropped open at the suggestion.
“What?” Jon continued to stare at the Romulan, his face impassive.
“Not without Captain Gavison’s orders, certainly!”
“Not without…” Jon frowned. He wasn’t in his sickbay. “No, Centurion Khnialmnae, I’m not going to interrogate you. That particular pleasure belongs to Captains MacTavish and Gavison. I am, however, going to make damn sure you’re fully cognoscente and ready to stand before them when they call on you.
So much for bed side manner, thought Sienae. She would shrugg it off if she could but did not want to let the “Doctor” know she had head him
“Jasmine!” Jon glanced about until he’d found the first technician he’d tortured. “Bring me some stimulants…” Lt. Hash proceeded to give orders on how to prepare the concoction that would provide the Romulan with relief for her pain as well as that which would wake her from her dazed slumber. In time, those in the sickbay had responded well enough to provide him with a hypospray of his own special brew, and another filled with enough stimulant to pop her off the table.
“First, let’s wake her,” Jon said as he leaned over Sienae and pressed the hypospray device to her exposed throat. Settling back he watched her come to, the realization of her pain evident on her face.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to be polite and ask you how you’re feeling,” Hash sneered. “But, I already know you hurt like hell. I saw what your service to the Empire earned you, Centurion. A crap post that no one in the Romulan Empire would volunteer for, and a lifetime of crippling pain. I wish I could say I felt sorry for you—ah, who m’ kidding: I don’t really.”
Leaning forward, Jon pressed the hyposray against her neck once more, this time it was the one filled with the pain killer. As he leaned close, he whispered, “If I find out you were responsible for killing the Cerberus, the pain you feel in your back will be but a small taste of what I’ll visit upon you, Centurion Sienae I’Mhiessan Khnialmnae. This I promise you.”
The dosage shot into her system backed by the power of the device, coursing through her veins to attack her damaged back within a couple of seconds of the injection. During that time, Lt. Hash moved away from her and replaced the medical devices he’d used on the tray near the table. Turning to the two security personnel who’d sat idly by witnessing the whole thing, already having been treated for their minor injuries he growled, “Return her to her people, and keep a close eye on her. I don’t imagine that the captains are going to want my work undone anytime soon.”
Sienae swung her legs from the table and righted herself hoping that there was no flash of pain. When none came she put her feet on the floor and started to join to 2 security personnel, then she paused and turned.
“Lieutenant, it was not Anderson’s fault, there were 8 of us in the ASRV with the Cloaking Device and other things.” She looked Nash in the eyes the same way she did MacTavish. Many had trouble meeting her golden stare so unusual to see on the normally dark eyed Romulans.
"Doctor one other thing I would like to day. YOur anger is understandable but to focus down old paths may well be unjust as well as unfair. The truth in this matter has yet to be discovered."
“Thank you.” It was simply said with no inflection to make it sound mocking, “Jolan Tru.” Which sort of translated to “Good Day.”
As she steps into the room where the others are held she finds a place to sit. “I will live.”
Security had taken all their computers and even her personal two boxes. She wondered what they would think when they opened them up and saw what was inside. One box held a Japanese Kyoto and in a compartment under it were a set of 13 Japanese kimonos, the other box held two sets of Samurai swords, one for practice and the others were of imperial quality having been folded over 60,000 times, though Star Fleet Security would probably, not know that to them they would just be swords. Then there was her complete copy of the Bushido on her computer in Japanese and Romulan.
"Sorry I can not break the boredom with music, but perhaps Rhiana and Shiarrel can entertain us with recitations of Romulan erotic poetry." 
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 05:32:16.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 19:24:23 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Plans
Yes map, details.
Information that is needed:
One how far back is the castle?
How many enemy are coming up the trail?
How wide is the trail?
IS there a place on the trail the is rather dangerous?
Is their an outcropping of rocks, bolulders that could be sent rolling down the hill.
How far down into the valley to the main body of the enemy.
Is the main body of the enemy close enough to be rallied to come to the rescue of those already coming up the hill.
More questions maybe coming.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 04:29:32.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 05:36:04 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: For Logan
Logan finds it a easy walk the the Riders' Barracks, where they hada taken the goblin he had captured. Inside he finds a group that had just come in of a patrol. It took about 10 minutes to give their report and then the man at the desk, turns to him.
"Can I halp you?"
Logan makes himself known and the reason he is here.
"Sorry," said the man with a shake of his head, "it was a good thought in taking him, but the little bugger did not know anything except that they were gathered together to attack the village."
"I do want to personally thank you for what you and your friends did. I had relatives in Evenside. and they are alive because of your warning."
"Say I'm off in an hour, why don't I treat you to a drink at the White Hart Inn."
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 00:16:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Rhiannon MacQueen
Kelsey remained still for a moment while he considered her. In his estimation she looked on edge—not nervous, but…coiled; as though ready for immediate action. As a matter-of-fact, Gavison wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d learned that she’d been ready to spring since birth, and at the same time, he knew that her countenance was more of a newly acquired flavor.
“I know what your orders are, Gunnie,” he said in a low voice. “Is there something else I can help you with?”
“Sir, might I inquire,” MacQueen started right in; there was no bashfulness in this woman. “What is known of the Cerberus’ disappearance? My twin sister is the NCO of the MACOs on board the Cerberus.”
“Right now, Gunnie,” Kelsey said in an even tone, watching the mettle of her face with a scrutinizing gaze. “We know absolutely nothing. The Cerberus disappeared from all Starfleet sensors…” He would have continued, but the picturesque MACO was staring out the window to the left, a faraway look in her eye. Kelsey gave her but a few seconds to daydream about what he knew from experience was the worst of nightmares before clearing his throat and rising. “Unless there’s more to your inquiry, Gunnie, I’ve a full day ahead of me. You’re welcome to join us on the bridge once we reach the Cerberus’ last known coordinates.”
The face turned to his, but the eyes did not see him. "Yes Sir, I will be there, Brianna is fine."
She saluted and departed his ready room with a snappy about face. Only a woodsie aroma left in her wake was evidence she had been there.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 06:18:11.
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Topic: Short Notice
Subject: All Right Mice......
The Captains are both away, now it is time to play.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 16:07:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Eol-A Heads Up
Not even Sienae knows about S'Talon.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 06:11:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Hey BS
There is also a back post for one Rhiannon MacQueen for you on the top of page 13.
Posted on 2008-07-16 at 06:07:32.
Edited on 2008-07-16 at 06:12:20 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Clever
Very clever DM. Now that is one way to get us together.
Posted on 2008-07-15 at 23:11:02.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ogre
Is Geim of Thorndrek closer to where the ogre lies, or is Malius carrying an ax?
Posted on 2008-07-15 at 19:13:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Zora
Zora seeing that they could not stop the tide of serpents shouts out, "Run back out, that is all we can do now."
With her sword she sweeps a path through the swarming snakes and turns Silvara toward the entrance.
"RUN!"
It was not for lack of courage she ran, it was a matter of survival. She could not complete the quest dead.
Posted on 2008-07-15 at 19:04:12.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: ???
Does the Ogre had a weapon on him. Elesssarae wants to stab him with his own weapon to cover the fact that he had been taken down by a arrow.
Also it the grass at the top of the hill dry enought to burn?
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 23:24:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Rhiannon MacQueen
Stardate: 2374.09.06
The Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 0700 hours
Waiting, Rhiannon tugged out an invisible wrinkle in her black uniform. She double checked her glengarry that sported the MacQueen’s tartan, black strips on red, (a hat much like those worn by pipers that sits fronts to back on the head- not the round scot’s bonnets.) and touched the button to signal she was out here to see the Captain.
She had delayed reporting in as the Captain had been deeply involved in rushing to the rescue of the Cerberus, which had been reported missing.
“Who is it?” As the expected query came Rhiannon replied.
“Gunnery Sergeant Rhiannon MacQueen, reporting in for MACO Team Beta.”
“Enter,” came the reply, though the voice did not sound like the owner really wanted to be disturbed.
The door opened and Rhiannon stepped in, she had an impressively fine figure for a woman, 6’2” in her stocking feet, Junoesque in stature, or one might say an image of Brunhilda, due to her viking ancestry. Rhiannon was fighting fit which only accentuated her obvious feminine curves which the stretch material of her regulation black suit revealed so well. Her glorious head of red gold hair was done in a French braid down the back of her head and then the long braid was folded in half and secured with a clip, simple and utilitarian. Intense aquamarine eyes stared out under the red wings of her eyebrows in a face the was beautiful as well as being charismatic. Added to that was the look in her eyes that revealed a depth of character to those who looked beyond their brilliant cerulean surface, eyes that could go glacially hard or stormy.
She saluted with a snap of her wrist. Stepped up to his desk and presented her PADD with the orders for Beta Team displayed on the screen.
“My orders, Sir
It had looked like the Captain had not slept that night. Truth be told, Rhiannon had trouble getting to sleep last night, worrying about her twin sister, who was a MACO Master Sgt. aboard the Cerberus. They were close, very close, some said they had a psychic connection between them, and by a strange coincidence of their birth they were both a 7th daughter of a 7th daughter, and to hear the old folks that meant they were fey. Their mother had to have a C-section for it was found that their umbilical cords were wrapped about each other as a result they were both lifted out at the same time.
“Capt G’s replies and actions, whatever transpires)
“Sir, might I inquire, what is known of the Cerberus’s disappearance.” Normally it was none of her business and she would have not asked, but... “My twin sister is the NCO of the MACO’s on board the Cerberus,” she quickly adds to by way of explaining why she was asking.
She had been a Master Sergeant, but to get a berth on the Cerberus, who did not need another Mst. Sgt., she had taken a demotion in rank to get the position. This would be the first time in their military career they would have been posted together; no, they would be posted together. She did not want to think otherwise. Her sister would be fine, she knew it.
(Capt’s reactions.)
Whatever the Captain says is lost on Rhiannon who has turned her eyes toward a growing cluster of ASRVs, far from their position, but getting closer by the moment, eyes that are seeing outward beyond the ship and inward.
(Captain’s reactions.)
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 22:54:25.
Edited on 2008-07-15 at 22:42:49 by Dragon Mistress
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