Sort of what I expected but I thought better to ask.

With the pirates in the areas they would have no quams with trading tec for anything.

Do we have a location map for reference? As ACTO I am thinking not everyone is following the Prime Directive and I want to make suggests to the CTO of possible other players that have given Calican tec. All I have found is that SB118 is near the Klingon and Romulan borders.

I am stumbling through a collab with C2P, but hope I can get it following better.

Also working on the "Walk in the Park" hope to have it up tomorrow or Friday.

I will follow C2P's lead on the main plot. I will have John reviewing the Calican system and tec to help avoid detection.

Stardate 2365.05.13; 12:30
Deck 3, Mess Hall

The door to the mess hall slide open and John, head down, briskly stepped in nearly running over another crewmate exiting.  “Excuse me,” John muttered as he turned to avoid the collision.

A low pitch feminine voice in a near growl, “You should be more careful, Mister Reid.”

Startled John looked up, “Kar…Uh..Lieutenant Sa’eridon..oh forgive me but I seem to get lost in my thoughts if I’m not concentrating on the job.”

“So it would seem, lost indeed.” The Caitian officer winced ever so slightly as she continued out the door.

Sa’eridon started to move quickly down the hall, raising a hand to the side of her face. John watched her for a second and hurried after her.

“Lieutenant..,” he hurried to her side.."Lieutenant, I’m glad I ran into you..that is.. nearly ran into you.” K’arl paused, looking at him with a blank expression, except for a raised left eyebrow.

 “Yes Mister Reid, what is it?” She had noticed that the usual mirth was missing from his voice.

“Would you be available to meet in the Aerie later?”

As she absently rubbed slightly at her temple, “I’m not sure..I have not been resting well and I doubt I’d be much company.”

“I understand, but if you change your mind I’ll be there in about 14:00 after I eat and change.” Karri heard the disappointment and noticed the usual twinkle was absent from his eyes.

John ate his meal alone, as he had since returning on board.

USS Peregrine; Deck 5; The Aerie 14:45

A quite figure in a loose fitting Stewart plaid flannel shirt, faded jeans sinched up with a hand tooled leather belt sporting slightly oversized oval silver buckel with an embossed scene of rolling mountains, sat alone peering out the view port at the passing dots of light.

The room lights were lowered as was usual latly in the Aerie, Leah took great care in trying to provide a place for the crew to relax. There were times when this was also a bright raucous place filled with revelry, but not recently.

Ice clinked in a short tumbler of creamy pale brown liquid as the man swirled the glass between sips. John had never been much a drinker of hard liquors.  Straight Whisky or Scotch tasted harsh, but the smooth mellow softness of a good Irish Cream offered a pleasant taste and a gentle warmth.  

He’d been watching door for about an hour since he’d arrived, but hope was now drained just like his glass. Straitening in his chair  he started stand just the door whooshed open.

A tall slender felinesque lady in shiny black patent leather boots, a form fitting black leotard and tan open front tunic, embroidered in what may have been tribal designs, stood in the opening.  Her voluminous long white hair flowed out encircling her face like a main. Piercing heterochromic blue eyes scanned the room until they feel upon the young man at the table by the view port. A soft but tired smile crossed her lips and she moved with simple agile grace as she crossed the room.

“I’m sorry if I kept you waiting, I was just so tire and time slipped by.”

John rose and pulled the chair out for her. “Nothing to be sorry for Lieutenant.”

“John, I thought by now you would call me Karri, at least here.”

“Right..Karri…I wasn’t sure…I’m not too sure about a lot things recently.” He sighed heavily as he sat. “Would you like a drink or something?” John waved to Lean. “I’m afraid I have no idea what to order for you.”

Eyeing the dregs in John glass, “Is that an Earth drink made from milk?”

John missed her subtle reference to him quite commonly sitting enjoying a tall cold glass of milk with his meals.

“Oh no this is a cream liqueur, based on Irish whiskey, cream and other flavoring.”

“I’ve heard of Earth’s whiskey but never with cream…I might like to try this..something Earthly..or is Earth type?”

John chuckled, “Yes..Earthly..I like the sound of that.” Raising his glass to Lean and showing two fingers she got the meaning and soon brought two fresh glasses.”

Karri lifted her glass and sniffed it slightly. The pungent whiskey aroma made her whiskers twitch. “This seems quite..interesting.”

Lifting his glass, “But first..May the road rise up to meet your feet!”, he then reach over and clinked her glass.

Karri looking a bit skeptical, “ And just what was that?”

John laughed, actually it was first time he remember laughing in months. “That was a bit of an old Earth toast. The Irish people of Earth were and are quite colorful in their folk language and sayings.”

Furrowing her brow, “And does that have any particular meaning?”

“Well as I remember is it a wish that your travels be easy.”

“ And why did you tap my glass with yours?’

“Ah..that was one of Earth’s toasting traditions or superstitions that the clicking sound was that of church bells and they were to ward off any evil spirits.”

“I see….” Karri then took a cautious sip. ‘Oh my…that has a most uncommon taste.” The corner of her mouth curled up in a smile and a gentle purr seem to rise from her throat as she took a slightly larger sip.

“I’m guessing you approve of this “Earthly” thing?”

Tilting her glass a bit more Karri took a sightly deeper sip and setting her glass down she proudly displayed her milk mustache, giggled and licked it away. John also missed this gentle poke of his rather famous milk mustache so often flashed in the mess hall.

They sat and sipped for a while engaging in ideal conversation. As they finished their drink John smiled across to Karri, “I want to really thank you for coming. I haven’t had this much fun since…well since we were in the holodeck. I have been spending so much time alone. Too much time trying to forget. After all that has happen I wanted to be with someone…fun.

A sad smile returned to Karri’s face and a small wince as the headache seemed be returning as she remembered the past month.

They sat in silence for a bit as the gloom seemed to be returning, then John reach out his hands palm down on the table. ” I just remembered, I owe you a trip to Earth. You seemed to like this Earthly thing,” gazing at the empty tumbler. “How about we go there now? I finished one of my holodeck programs of the wilderness area near where I grew up. I’d love to take you for a walk among the fall foliage of the Cuyahoga Valley. No man eating plants but maybe a pleasant, peaceful walk in the forest?”

“A peaceful walk? That may be something I need, yes I would love to visit your Earth.”

(To be continued: A walk along the “crooked river”.)

Have collab with C2P in the works.

Got another side one going but restarted it three time.

Maybe something on it up tonight. I've started over twicw already.

By the way, the email notification of have a PM is working.

In all the years I have been here this the first time I started getting PM notices....nice!

Got the PM from C2P and shot back some brief starting thoughts from John's side. Also got with Marideth on John and Karri continuing their time together in Edge. It will be with Karri as NPC where last it was a collab with Astrid.

Thanks Eol. I saw the toss and have some ideas for the next post.

Well thank you.

And Happy Birthday......

Yikes..it even looked shorter after I posted.

Stardate 2365.04.25; 08:30

USS Peregrine; Deck 5 – Security

The torbo lift came to a stop, the door whooshed open, John stepped out into the passage way and headed to the security section. As he walked he noting on his PADD that the lift system still required several attempts to voice activate.

He had returned to duty as soon as he was released from quarantine. With a new CTO assigned and arriving soon he wanted to be sure all was ready for their arrival. There was also the transfer of personal effects of not only Lt. Tas but those of the six crew that had lost their life defending the ship.

Being back on Peregrine was both a blessing and a curse. The months in quarantine had only given him time to dwell on the scenes of death and destruction that had gripped the ship and crew.

Kampakis, Rotet and Wren had died defending the ship’s armory. Had they not held that ground the death toll from the weapons lock away behind that door would have been far greater much quicker.

Forb and Brady had died defended the bridge and Aft torpedo launcher. Whether the madness had started to affect them will never be known, only their devotion to duty.

John himself had entered the ward room to the sight of Lt. Tas’s bloody beaten body slumped over a com. Crewman Myers lay half covering her where he had attempted shield her from a maddened attacker, his own skull crushed from the chair that lay beside them.

Kara  had been working the com to patch data to Lieutenant Asovil Sh'iralonas as she worked to find the cause and cure for what was affecting the ship and crew. The haptic interface the CTO had from the haptic glove and the display lenses in her eyes had allowed her search ship systems to help discover the nanites by the rapid changes they were causing to the ship’s programs and equipment. Lieutenant Sh'iralonas had pieced together what was happening and discovered it was also what was effecting the crew, leading her to develop an antivirus. But the virus drove a paranoia and suspicion in some to believe Tas and her digital implants were the cause of ship malfunctions and so she was hunted down.  

Nearly half of the security team had been lost doing their job and being in harm’s way to save the ship and what crew they could.

John had known that Captain Drake would take on the reasonability to write each and ever of the twenty sever crew member’s families to express his sincere condolences for their loses, but for the last nine months John had worked with and taught the six crew members under his charge as ACTO. He had come to know each of them more closely than the Captain, he felt it his duty to write their families.

“Dear Mrs. Wren, I know my words can never replace..”

“Dear Mrs. Wren, I wanted you to know the honor it was to serve with Amy….’

Over and over John started and erased to words.

“ Dear Mrs. Kampakis,….”

“Dear Mrs. Myers,…’

“Dear Mrs. Brady,…”

“To the family of Larb Groven Forb…”

“To the family of Salia Rotet,…”

John had never known such a soul shaking grief.  The harder he tried to find the right words the more awkward and fake it had felt. For a month he struggled. In the end he still wasn’t satisfied; he only hoped he would never become good at it.

I'm off to a slow start. I am so much more rusty than I had hoped so only a small ready.
But even then I can't post, says I'm not a player.

Nicely done folks. You got me inspired. I should have something up by the end of the week. I have got to stop over thinking and start writing.

Lol..let's hear it for "Sometimer's". I have the memory of Swiss cheese..not too sharp and full of holes.
I sware I can forget stuff as I read it.

I was reading and saw it was Josie but had been looking up characters and breeble just stuck in my mind.

Did you save breebles character sheet for Lt. Tal?
I would like to look over it so I can be sure to get the facts right as John recalls his duty with Tal.

Ah, I see that Lieutentant Kara Tal was CTO. 

I am guessing CTO Berk left before the mission, did CTO Taissud leave or die?

Oops my bad..I see Taissud is the current CTO, Come to Play.

Well looks like I need to read a little of the last story to see how folks were acting. 
It is securities job to protect the ship from intruders, but nothing like this was taught in Star Fleet.

If things don't work out John could always take a field promotion to CTO....just saying we stand ready, willing and able.

After all he has out lasted the last three CTOs and he was SFMCA trained.

I would like playing it too.

Since you said there were casualties let me know who we lost off the Tactical/Security group.
I had named most of the crew in the first adventure. I have them listed on a spreasheet and four teams.
John would care about the loses, he would feel responsable for his people.
He had been with them longer than the last two CTOs.
I may have minor bios on some of them and some have been used in the past stories.
He would want meet and great the replacements and make the assignments.

I hope all of the Innmates have had and will continue to have a Happy Holiday, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

From all of us here at Casa Noleava.

Ody and Momma Bear

This just in....my grandson is Lucas Odin....

Sounds like he would be a film making god.........

And I get to say,"Luc, I am your Grandfather".......

I believe Pops and Alex are with Doc.

She could do something like say "It looks like a cat." Turn and look at Pops and realizes her comm is off, switch it on and say the same thing. That would then let everyone know.

Need to judge how big the cat is and compare it to the bite wounds as the Capt'n said it looked like animal bites on the people.

Alacrity said Doc found a cat but Doc hasn't said that in game yet. I was going to have Pops making some kind of rude comment but he doesn't know what is in the box until Doc says it out loud.

Sorry to hear Chessy, but hope things turn right for you. Be sure to mark on your resume you have a talent for finding long words......lol.