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Topic: Tann's NFL U-pick E'm game 2019-2020
Subject: Oh yeah


I'm definitely in.



Posted on 2019-07-27 at 19:56:35.

Topic: Tann's NFL U-pick E'm game 2019-2020
Subject: Speculation is fun and all...


But I think the real question we should be trying to answer is who is going to lose to the Saints this superbowl.


EDIT: I'm definitely interested. Where are these previous games so I can take a look?



Posted on 2019-07-27 at 19:42:42.
Edited on 2019-07-27 at 19:46:38 by Giddy

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Yeah...


Plot twist!


To try and progress the game a little more quickly, I've posted your first interactions with Millae. I'm assuming everyone will have more questions, and as such, I think the most efficient way to move forward from here is to have everyone do what we did before. If anyone that has questions would care to post a list of them here, I'll post again as soon as I can with the answers and we can progress the gameplay from there.


Brom, I will include Lanur's experiences with the next post.


Also, Breebles, I probably should've explained this sooner, but I kept forgetting. Aes Sedai are generally very jealous of their use of the One Power. If they find a wilder, they will usually drag them off to the tower to train them. As such, wilders that are aware that they have the ability to channel will try and keep it a secret. Naturally, you are more than welcome to play the character as you see fit, but please keep in mind that people will generally be shocked (if not panicked) to discover that you can channel and are not an Aes Sedai. This is due to the fact that the people blame the One Power for the Breaking of the World and generally mistrust it and its users. Aes Sedai, however, take the Three Oaths (Not to harm others with the One Power, Never to lie, and Never to create a weapon with the One Power) on the Oathrod which binds them to these Oaths, and the Aes Sedai are tolerated among the common folk because of this. It is all a very subtle thing, as Aes Sedai are also very powerful and as such people likely won't cross one or show any disrespect either. In general, though, the One Power is feared by the common man. Just some environmental building.


Also, I think it might be best to clear up something: I am pretty sure, unless I misremember, that the only person that everyone knows can channel is Cho'Ra. Za'ahrat has largely kept her identity a secret. Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.


 



Posted on 2019-07-26 at 18:09:08.
Edited on 2019-07-26 at 18:10:20 by Giddy

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Game
Subject: On to more questions.


"W-who are you?"


“I’m Dane,” the bowman offered, softly, attempting to assuage the girl’s uncertainty, “I’m new here and so are these others.  We are hoping to learn a bit about your situation and maybe help out. Last night we encountered Mistress Vellalin and a certain tavern keeper both of whom seemed quite distressed at your situation.  Neither seemed to believe that you could have done what you are accused of.” He paused a moment. “We don’t know much about what happened, but I do know that a lot of people really seem to care about you.  Care and believe that you are a good person. That, at least, is something to smile about.


In my experience, people don’t suddenly do things completely out of character.  Your family and friends didn’t just say you didn’t do it, but that you wouldn’t and couldn’t have done it.  Their words and tears were enough to get those of us you see in front of you to offer to try and help.”


At this point, he looked around at the others that had come with him and spoke to everyone, “Instead of starting with specific questions, perhaps we should just let Millae tell us her story first.  Then we might have a better idea of what to ask?”


Cho’Ra nodded and stepped forward, kneeling close to the barred door, “Hi Millae, my name is Cho’Ra. I apologize that I am not able to relieve you of the fright you must be feeling right now, but I may be able to help relieve some of your aches and pains, and make you a little more comfortable as you recount your story, at the very least. Will you allow me to use my abilities to offer you some healing?”


At Cho’Ra’s offer, Millae let out a little squeak and drew back. “You’re Aes Sedai?” She nearly wailed, covering her mouth. “I swear, I didn’t mean- I didn’t- It, it was an accident. I’m sorry Cho’Ra Sedai, I never meant to! I’m sorry, please! Please! I was just trying to help!”


(OOC: I’m going to assume that everyone attempts to calm Millae and explains that Cho’Ra isn’t Aes Sedai.)


“You’re not… Aes Sedai…” Millae asked, her eyes wide as she peered at Cho’Ra. “And the Aes Sedai let you Channel as you please? With no Three Oaths?” Her pale face seemed to grow slightly paler as she looked at the channeler, but Dane drew her attention back to the situation at hand.


“Ok, Millae.  Take your time.  This can’t have been easy.  But if you would like some help, we need to know what happened.  Could you tell us about what happened? Start with the last two days, I suppose.  Then maybe go back and think about anything from earlier that seems noteworthy.”


With an encouraging smile, he pulled out his wineskin.  “Here. Do you need something to drink?” He said, proffering the bulging container. 


Millae looked at the wineskin for a long moment, before casting a quick eye at Cho’Ra, then each of the others, her face displaying an expression of slight dismay. Diverting her eyes to the dirty ground, she clutched her hands to her chest before reaching out a trembling hand and accepting the offered drink. 


“Th-thank you…” she whispered. Uncapping the wineskin, she took a long draw before offering it back in an outstretched hand, keeping her eyes downcast. 


“Go ahead and begin whenever you are ready.” Dane prompted, not unkindly as Thren accepted the wineskin and dampened a handkerchief.


There was a heavy silence as Thren wiped the dirt and grime from Millae's face, who kept her eyes down, her expression falling even further. She sniffed heavily. 


“Only when a girl is ready,” Thren assured her, softly, wiping a smudge from her cheek, “We are friends, sweet, and are only here to see that the Wheel turns as it should. Speak what you know and what you think and a man and his friends will listen and hear, yes?”


Millae glanced up into Thren’s kindly expression before her eyes again found Cho’Ra and Dane. Squinting her eyes shut against a well of tears, Millae pulled away from the Ebou Dari man and huddled up against the far wall. A tear streaked down her face, and Millae let out a soft sob before finally addressing the group in a quiet harrowed voice. “I did it.”


Looking at her visitors, tears now falling freely she cried out, a shrill, despairing shriek. “I did it! I killed Nelelle Sedai! But please, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to… I just… I just wanted to help her… She was working tirelessly for Lord Rian. I knew she was exhausted and not sleeping well, despite the fact that she tried to hide it. I just wanted to help her sleep, not kill her. Never kill her… But I did… and now… now I’m going to hang.” Her voice broke with the last words, and the young girl pulled herself into a tight, shaking ball as tears streamed down her face.



Posted on 2019-07-26 at 17:53:14.
Edited on 2019-07-26 at 18:16:33 by Giddy

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: To whom it may concern...


Thank you all for the excellent posts. If anyone else wants to get a post up prior to the game moving forward, then they'll have to do it before this weekend because I intend to have a post up then.


 



Posted on 2019-07-25 at 16:08:37.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Game
Subject: Lanur's Search


The city of Maeldon was slowly coming to life and Lanur was quick to notice this as he walked the streets. Slowly the streets were becoming filled with townsfolk making their way to work, or goodwives getting an early start on their chores or shopping, and even an occasional farmer who must've left his farm before the first light of dawn broke the horizon to get to town this early. It was from one of these farmers that Lanur was able to get a general location of the Whitecloak camp. 


"Don't know why you'd want to go there." The leathery farmer answered when Lanur accosted him. "Hey now, lad! Be careful, break one of them casks and I'll take the price from your good fer nothin' hide." Turning away from his cart where a sheepish looking farmhand was gingerly picking up a wooden cast from the cobblestones, the farmer took in Lanurs appearance, rubbing a much better-kept beard. "Suppose you lookin' to join up or somethin'. You don' look quite crazy enough to try nothin' else." He sniffed. "Well, maybe ya do. All the same, they're set up a good three or four miles to the east o' hear. On the bank o' the Arinelle. Had to pass right by 'em on my way here. Stopped me, they did. Lookin' fer darkfriends they said as they tore through all my belongings. As if a darkfriend would be travellin' to market with a cart full o' brandy."


With the general location in his possession, Lanur left the farmer to unload his cart and headed for the east gate. The town truly came to life in the thirty minutes it took Lanur to weave through the winding streets to the city outskirts. Lanur was forcibly reminded of his dislike of cities as he made his way through the hawkers, townsfolk, and travelers. More than once he had to move aside to allow a cart to be driven through and more than once he was bumped into by a townsperson; who he invariably sent scurrying away with apologies once they got a look at him.


It was a relief when Lanur stepped through the gate. It wasn't the peace of the wilderness, not at all, as the surrounding forest had been cleared away around the city. Indeed, the nearest tree was almost three impressive bowshots away from the grey city walls. The east road was hardly an impressive road, indeed the main entrance to Maeldon was through the South Gate in from which the Baerlon Road ran. This was a road that was used chiefly by farmers or trappers coming to sell goods, and it showed. Almost twenty yards out, the road devolved from the cobblestone ever prevalent in Maeldon to a wide dirt path.


A few farmers could be seen, and even one trapper who looked almost as wild as Lanur himself, trudging along on the road, loaded down with goods to sell. Adopting a casual stroll, Lanur began to walk down this road making his way further east. After a bit, Lanur found himself once again surrounded by trees on this packed dirt road, and he began to feel a little more at home. A careful observer could hear native birds twittering in the trees, a little distance off. 


Every now and then the wild woodsman would pass another farmer, heading the opposite direction. As he walked, however, these encounters became more and more scarce. He began to pass offshoots in the road, undoubtedly leading off to the farms owned by these farmers the Lanur had been meeting on the road. When it got to the point that Lanur hadn't seen another being on the road for more than fifteen minutes, he decided that it was time to venture off the path. 


Now Lanur felt truly at home. Breaking into a steady jog, and keeping his wits about him Lanur made his way through the underbrush. He easily picked out a deer path, and followed that a distance before it began to veer too far off the course he wanted to maintain, at which point he began making his own path again. Over fallen logs, and through ever-thickening underbrush he pushed. Stopping to check his position against the sun, he adjusted and set off again. 


The forest around him appears deserted, but Lanur is no fool. While he knows he's not being quiet enough to sneak up on any of the woodland creatures one might encounter as they ventured deeper into the woods, he was taking care to not make a whole lot of noise. If any man other than himself was in these woods he was sure that he'd hear them before they heard him.


Despite all his precautions, however, it was by pure luck that Lanur was not discovered. Perhaps it was a particularly violent burst of wind rustling through the trees, or perhaps it was the incessant chirping of nearby birds cautiously eyeing his passage through their territory, but Lanur did not detect the Whitecloak until he nearly stepped on him.


As Lanur came around the edge of a large boulder, he heard a sneeze and immediately dropped into a crouch. Perhaps twenty feet in front of him was a Whitecloak. Acting more by instinct, Lanur dropped prone and pressed himself into the ground, quietly digging himself into the underbrush. 


Looking up from the handkerchief that he had just sneezed into, the Whitecloak's hand shot to his sword. "Is someone there?" He called, cautiously stepping forward. He was a tall, and slender man wearing no helm, but donned in bright, ostentatiously shining armor partially obscured by a pure white cloak. His face was bony and hard, and his narrow eyes cast about in front of him, searching the forest in front of him. Step after step he moved closer, his hand still clutching his sword hilt. Step, step, step.


"By the order of the Children of the Light, if there is anyone out there reveal yourself!" He called loudly, causing birds to uproot themselves from their nests and take flight. But he moved not closer, which Lanur was thankful for, as he was close enough for Lanur to reach out and tie his bootlaces together.


Apparently deciding he had seen a large deer or another such animal, he turned and began to walk a path perpendicular to the one of Lanurs approach. He walked in a stiff manner, keeping his head straight ahead of him and taking precise militaristic steps. As he walked away, Lanur couldn't believe that he hadn't heard him sooner with the racket he made, stamping on twigs and clanking his armor. But now that he was down, Lanur could hear many other noises that were not belonging to the forest. Some study of the forest revealed that not too far off the trees cleared and five straight rows of ten white tents were posted equal distance apart. Lanur could hear horses too, whinnying in distance. Yes, this was most definitely the Whitecloak camp. 



Posted on 2019-07-22 at 19:17:09.
Edited on 2019-07-22 at 20:50:38 by Giddy

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Excellent!


I look forward to the post, Eol!



Posted on 2019-07-22 at 16:27:13.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: My apologies


I know I said I'd have a post up this last weekend, but I ended up working more then I expected. I have a post up now though!



Posted on 2019-07-22 at 16:25:46.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject: Some things with Nyle...


Stardate 2365.02.19 (Friday)


USS Peregrine, Outside the Chief Science Officers Quarters - 1943


Thump! Thump! Thump!


"Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas, may I enter?" Nyle requested through the room's intercom.


(OOC: Assuming an affirmative response.)


"Thank you." 


With a soft whir, the doors slid open and Nyle stepped inside. He'd been practicing his smile outside the door, and when he came face to face with the Chief Science Officer he parted his lips and bared his teeth in his best smile. "I don't believe we've formally met, but I'm Nyle, as I'm sure you know. Per the Captain's orders, I am here to install the monitor. If I may?"


(OOC: Assuming an affirmative response.)


"Excellent. It won't take more than a moment."


Striding purposefully to Asovil's computer, Nyle logged in using his administrator credentials. Tapping open the Command Window, he began to enter a series of commands. "Tell me, Lieutenant, have you noticed any other changes to your system? Anything else that goes missing, or seems to be out of place?"


(OOC: Any response)


"I see. What I'm going to be installing is a Circumspect Surveillance Sub-routine. It should go unnoticed unless someone digs deep into the basic programming. It will record any logins, login attempts, and any keystrokes or operations that are made on your computer as well as the address of the user. In addition, I will be installing some protective software. It will attempt to kill any viruses as well as block any unauthorized access, as such I will need you to enter a passcode that will allow you to bypass it."


Entering a few more lines of code, Nyle stood up gesturing to the screen. "If you would now, please."


As Asovil entered her passcode, Nyle diverted his eyes. He was actually a little proud of this particular program. It was designed to do what he had explained, but that was only a small part of it. The second part and the part that he hoped would be much more effective in catching this spy,  was a counteroffensive. The software would be quite obvious to anyone who was accessing Asovils computer using any back doors and would appear quite easy to bypass or breakthrough. However, if someone attempted to do either of these things it would activate a probe that would attempt to lock the system they were using as well as download any information it could get its hands on. 


"Excellent," Nyle said as Asovil drew away from the computer. After entering a few more lines of code, Nyle saved the programs and set them to install. Straightening back up, Nyle turned to face Asovil. "That should do it. Your computer will be ready for use in a couple of minutes."


Thinking a smile wouldn't go amiss, Nyle offered one before walking towards the door. He paused before leaving, however, and turned to face Asovil again. "Ah, and while I'm here. I am making a sweep of every department. Is there anything the Science Department needs or desires?"


(OOC: Any response)


"And what about the department head herself?" Nyle asked, inclining his head slightly towards Asovil.


(OOC: Any response)


"Excellent. Have a good night, Lieutenant."


Having made his farewell, Nyle turned and left the room.


Stardate 2365.02.20 (Saturday)


USS Peregrine, Chief Operations Officer Quarters - 0430


A soft tinkle broke the silence of Nyles bunkroom and with it his slumber. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the Chief Operations Officer sat up in bed, resting his bare feet on the cool tiles of his bunk room deck. Blinking the last of the sleep from his eyes, Nyle surveyed his living quarters. 


It was more room than Nyle knew what to do with, what with the conjoined head and lounge area. His few possessions were stowed neatly, and all the furniture had been neatly arranged against the walls, leaving a fair bit of empty space.  


“Computer, silence.”


At the command, the soft tinkle stopped leaving a pleasant quiet in the room. Standing from his bed, Nyle stretched, reaching his hands high towards the ceiling before reaching down to touch his toes. From there he settled into Standing Crossroads, the resting stance of the Tohe’Marain. 


He sat there for a moment, holding his hands out in front of him and keeping his elbows close to his torso. Standing Crossroads came as naturally as standing to him, as Nyle had been a practitioner of Tohe’Marain since his third year in the Academy. Not the Starfleet Academy -- which he had been shocked to learn did not teach the Daa’Vit martial art -- but one of the many Academies that sprawled across Daa’V where the young were taught how to be good Daa’Vit citizens. Briefly, distant memories of corporal punishment and a scheming, almost cruel student body seeped into Nyle’s mind. He dispelled them without regret. The Daa’Vit Academy for Social Education had taught Nyle to be tough, calculating, and reserved, but in Starfleet he had learned a set of entirely more valuable skills. 


Slowly, with practiced precision, Nyle stepped forward. As his foot hit the ground he changed forms, adopting Piercing Thorn. He held the pose for a couple of moments before taking another step, smoothly dropping into a crouch and rolling forward coming back up on his feet in Crashing Boulder. Step after step, Nyle moved in a circle around the space he had created in his room and with each step, Nyle changed forms. All thoughts faded from his mind as he focused purely on Tohe’Marain, reveling in the exertion and slowly building up a sweat. 


With a final step, Nyle returned to Standing Crossroads, breathing a little heavier than normal. Dropping the stance, Nyle wiped his brow.


“Computer, what is the time?”


=/=0521=/=


Turning his thoughts towards the day before him he rolled his shoulders and made his way to the sonic shower in his room. Prior to stepping in, however, he spoke up.


“Computer, send a message to Crewman Pierce, Crewman Suders, and Petty Officer Finnley. Inform them to report to my office at 0800. I’d also like a message sent to Lieutenant Moriden for a meeting at the same location at 0730. Also, have Petty Officer Wu report to my office at 0900.”


=/=Messages sent.=/= came the soft reply.


With that done, Nyle set about his morning ablutions.


Stardate 2365.02.20 (Saturday)


USS Peregrine, Chief Operations Officer Office - 0749


Lieutenant Reine,


At your earliest convenience, I would appreciate a meeting with you to discuss any supply or requisitions that Supply might be able to assist with. 


Cordially,


LT Nyle, Chief Operations Officer.


Reading over the message, Nyle nodded to himself and hit send. Three other messages of similar content were already sent, one to each department head albeit Lieutenant Asovil who had already informed him of her needs.


Leaning back in his chair, Nyle looked at his Operations Officer.


“Do you have anything you’d like to add, Lieutenant?”


Shaking her head, Lieutenant Moriden looked up from the PADD that she held in her hand. “No sir,” she replied, primly.


“Excellent.”


For a couple of minutes, Nyle and Lieutenant Moriden sat in silence. Each peering intently at their own respective PADDs. Nyle was looking over the supply reports. The COO before him had done a good job, and they seemed to be well-stocked, including a decent order of fresh food-stuffs. 


“With our current stock, how long would you say we’d be able to maintain?” Nyle asked, looking up from his PADD again.


“It depends on the frequency you wish to operate.” came the stately reply.


“I was thinking weekly.”


“Then perhaps two months.”


“I see.”


Another couple of minutes of silence pervaded the room, only broken by a knock on the door.


“Enter,” Nyle ordered 


With the woosh, the hydraulic doors wooshed open and revealed Nyles first appointment. Petty Officer Finnley, Crewman Juders, and Crewman Pierce all entered, and, at Nyles direction, took seats. 


“Excellent,” Nyle started, peering at each of them in turn and gave them his best smile. As their faces all took on a slightly apprehensive look, the COO continued. “You three make up the catering portion of the Ops Department, as I understand it.” 


“Aye, that is correct, sir.” Petty Officer Finnley confirmed, brushing a stray strand of hair off of her face.


“Excellent, how do you all usually occupy your time?”


“Well, sir,” Finnley replied, after a quick glance at her fellow caterers. “We all have shifts behind the bar. People can get their drinks from a replicator, sure, but nothin’ beats gettin’ served by an honest t’ god bartender. Keeps the spirits up, yeah?”


“Yes, I think it does.” Smiling again, Nyle tapped something on his PADD and turned it around to show the Catering Specialist.  “Hopefully this will ‘keep the spirits up’ as well.”


Her face more curious than apprehensive now, Petty Officer Finnley reached out and took the PADD. She nodded slightly as she read it, before handing it off to Pierce.


“The former Chief Operations Officer was kind enough to ensure we had were stocked with actual fresh foodstuffs, if you were not aware. I think a weekly… ‘Fresh Food Night’ might be worth pursuing, after all, there is only so much one can do with a replicator.” Looking at each of their faces, Nyle nodded. “I understand you’re a bit of a culinary artist, Petty Officer, so show me what exactly you can do, starting next Wednesday night. I’d like a menu drawn up and submitted to Lieutenant Moriden before then. Are there any questions?”


There were, and for the next forty-five minutes Nyle and Moriden explained the logistics, expectations, and specifics of what they had in mind. Nyle ventured to think that they looked a little excited as they filtered out of his office, Finnley already explaining exactly what she had in mind for the first meal.


“Ah, it is almost time for Petty Officer Wu,” Nyle thought, checking his PADD for the time. Almost as if his thought summoned her, Wu knocked on the frame of the door that the Catering team just vacated. 


“Lieutenant Nyle, sir?”


“Excellent, Petty Officer Wu. Have a seat and tell me, what is the status of the work on the computer?”


“Not going well, sir.” Wu replied, tugging on the collar of her yellow marked uniform a little sheepishly. “There have been two more incidents of the computer answering unasked questions since your last experience, and diagnostics have proven unfruitful.”


“I see.” Leaning forward on his desk, Nyle tapped through the report that the Computer Specialist had sent the night before. “What is your plan to move forward, Petty Officer?”


“Well sir, I intend to…”


Stardate 2365.02.21


U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 2 - XOs Quarters – 0352


With a groan, Nyle picked himself off of his bunk room deck, klaxons blaring in his ears. His head ached, and not only due to the sudden blow it had received as he had been unceremoniously cast from his bunk. He had been up into the ungodly hours of the night, pouring over reports and diagnostics that Petty Officer Wu had been sending him throughout the day previously. The problem still stumped him, and he had gone to bed internally cursing it and with a sore head. But now there were more pressing matters to attend to.


“Computer, what’s going on?” Nyle asked, stumbling to his feet and starting to don a uniform.


=/=Three unknown vessels have confronted the Peregrine, and warp engines are offline.=/=


Anger and fear briefly reared up inside Nyle, but he quickly wrest his emotions under control. Keying the door open, Nyle rushed from his room, brushing past other members of the crew heading towards their stations as he rushed for the nearest Turbolift to the bridge.


“Computer, order all Ops personnel to get on station and stand by for damage control.” He ordered as he ran, not bothering to listen for a confirmation. Sliding to a halt in front of the turbolift door, he jammed his finger into the control panel. Nothing happened. No change on the control panel. Again, he jammed his finger on the control panel and again, no change. Grimacing, Nyle turned, tapping his comm badge.


=/=Nyle to Warren, Turbolifts are down. Coordinate with Juarez. Fix it!=/=


=/=Aye aye, sir.=/= 


“Jefferies tubes.” Nyle thought, “I need a Jefferies tube!” 


Cursing his lack of knowledge of the vessels layout, Nyle cast his eyes about looking for some sort of wall panel that would indicate the entrance to a Jefferies tube. It took a full minute of searching the walls before Nyle realized just how ridiculous he was being. 


“Computer, show me to the bridge using the nearest Jefferies tube.”


Lights sprang up on the wall beside him, pulsing in a direction back towards the turbolift. Following the lights, Nyle soon found himself in front of one of the panels he was looking for. Twisting the handle inlaid into the wall, the panel covering the entrance popped off, clattering to the ground. Crouching down, Nyle clambered through the hole. 


Jefferies tubes were not a quick, nor comfortable method of transportation and three minutes into his scuttle, he was already out of breath, his back complaining. Still, Nyle pressed forward. For another couple of minutes, Nyle scrambled panting with every step and starting to sweat through his uniform.


Nyle was halfway up a ladder to the first deck when the klaxons stopped. Climbing over the top of the ladder, Nyle began to move forward making his way to the bridge when his commbadge chirped.


=/=Now hear this,=/= That was the captain's voice! =/=this emergency has been a drill to test our combat readiness.  To put it bluntly, we failed. Expect to be in touch with your department heads regarding areas of improvement. Drake out.=/=


Slowing down his frantic scramble to a trot, and then filtering that down to a full stop, Nyle sat down in the cramped Jefferies tube. For a moment, he just sat there letting that information sink in and feeling the adrenaline slowly leave his body. 


Casting his head back Nyle let out a deep, genuine laugh. A laugh so deep that it shook his body. What a magnificent joke! Shaking with laughter, Nyle got back up into a crouch and began to make his way out of the Jefferies tube and to the bridge, laughing all the way.


He knew that it wasn’t intended to be a joke, and was actually an unfortunate display of crew readiness, but still… To get everyone into such a panic, it was just too amusing for it to not also be a joke. 


Nyle was still chuckling to himself when he entered the bridge, just to see Ensign Garner enter the now functioning turbolift and exit the bridge. Glancing over to the CO’s chair Nyle registered that the XO currently occupied it and was trading a couple of words with Lieutenant Asovil. 


Crossing the bridge -- offering a salute to Commander Zai in passing -- Nyle approached Petty Officer Brok at the Ops Station. 


“Petty Officer Brok, I’d like a report detailing all sensor readings that were displayed. As a department, we need to be able to determine what type of vessel we are up against. Tomorrow morning, after you get off watch, we will hold a meeting with all bridge qualified personnel in this department to conduct some training.” Offering a smile, Nyle continued. “This isn’t a reprimand. This training is just as much for myself as everyone else.” 


Nodding, Nyle turned to exit the bridge. He wouldn’t be getting any more sleep this night. He needed to prepare some training. 



Posted on 2019-07-22 at 16:24:12.
Edited on 2019-07-22 at 17:06:36 by Giddy

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: Post in the works


I've got a post in the works! Will have it up sometime this weekend.



Posted on 2019-07-19 at 09:43:57.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Oh excellent!


Eol, you're more than welcome back!


Brom, I apologize. There was a miscommunication, I was under the impression you were going to post, outlining how Lanur was going about his little adventure. I'll have something up for you today.


Excellent posts so far, everyone! I look forward to the rest and progressing the game onward. 



Posted on 2019-07-19 at 08:38:34.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Group drama!


“Everything’s golden." 


Bloodbank pursed his lips slightly behind his mask, watching as Echo stalked ahead of him. Bloodbank couldn't really blame her, as he was no more than a day or two past being a complete stranger. He could almost feel an icy chill emanating from her, and honestly from the entire group. If they could even call themselves a group. More like a series of individuals with a similar goal, and that didn't bode well for the future of this child.


Bloodbank paused at Echos signal, tensing slightly as she raised her weapon and peered around the corner. Whatever it was that caught her attention didn't seem to be much of a danger, however, as she lowered her weapon and strode across the building's lobby to the front doors. Following suit, Bloodbank paused for a moment, his attention caught by a child sitting quite still on a big wheel. He watched her for a moment as the rest of his, well, semi-companions passed by, exiting the building until he was alone in the room with her.


The poor little thing didn't look like she had a bath in weeks, and the MedTech couldn't begin to imagine what kind of parents would let their child play, unsupervised, in this publicly accessible area when they were in such an unsavory part of town. They were probably drunks, so blasted on Smash that they were oblivious to that around them. It made him sick, and he could see a little of himself in that poor little girl. He could remember the last time he'd seen his parents; eight years old and in a dark alley. He could remember seeing creds change hands. He could remember crying out for his mother and father as they left, leaving him alone with those strangers. He had no idea what they used the money for, or even where they were now. Perhaps her parents didn't sell her, but it didn't look like they gave much more of a damn about her then Bloodbank's did about him. 


Crouching down, Bloodbank pulled out a couple of crumpled Nightcity bills and laid them at the little girl's feet before standing and leaving the building. 


"...taking the lead with the old lady was okay as you did not give any indication it was not. I never had any intention of sacrificing your ass to the ‘gods of luck.’ If that’s how you feel then I apologize.”


Turning to look at Charlie, Casino addressed their faceman. “And you Charlie, you start doing your part finding this kid fast or no more Mister Nice Guy from me. You got stuck as the leader by Starlight, then f**king start leading. We need the kid and we need him fast so we can go after Vegas.” After taking a deep couple of breaths to calm himself, he looked at everyone else. “So where to next?”


"Casino, choomba," Bloodbank began. He didn't get any further than that, however as Cred-stick cut in sounding angry.


“Whoa partner, hold on, I need to do what?. No, No, No... you seem to be messing things up just fine as you are. Mr nice guy. I’m not the one that took everyone else and put them on public transportation and wasted hours. We could have been here HOURS ago Mr. Ego, so save that crap for the headhunters that hot on our tails."


"Gentlemen!" Bloodbank interjected, his eyes wide behind his Battlemask. "Look, we are all tired and stressed. Casino, I know Vegas's situation is weighing heavily upon you, but we are all on the same team here. There is no way we are going to get through this without working together and, if not trusting each other, at least not berating each other for every move and decision." 


No one seemed to really be listening to him, however, as Casino was already storming around the jeep to sit in the driver's seat.


“So…” Blossom removed the lolli from her mouth with an audible popping sound and smiled into the awkwardness. “Everything go well with you choombas?”


Mortified that Casino would address her in front of others as he did, Echo refused to look at anyone, focusing her eyes on the stream of dirty water rolling down the gutter. “We go to that address and confront Rya,” she muttered.


“Sure,” the netrunner chirped. “Let’s all get lovey-dovey in this quaint piece of military surplus. Who’s lap am I sitting on?” Turning her childish heart-shaped sunglasses towards Bloodbank and Fixer, she grins broadly and points the ball of her grape sucker at each in turn while swinging her hips to one side with each change, “Eenie, meanie, miny, moe…”


"Yeah, we do that.  Get moving."  Fixer agreed and to prove his point moved to the car. Fixer opened the door of the vehicle and patted his lap.  "I've been called Moe before.  Bring that sucker over here and have a seat." 



Sliding into the back of the AirJeep, Ghalan spoke up. "Just pick a lap already.  We need to get moving."  Ghalan held up his walkie, "By the way, these things are great for talking to people who are watching your six.  Especially when they call in updates.  You all have left me hanging twice now.  Lets not make it three."  


Thinking back to the first time Ghalan was left hanging, and glad that his reddening face was hidden behind his Battlemask, Bloodbank moved to slip into an empty seat but stopped as Charlie spoke up again, standing beside the drivers door.


“Unless you can connect with a “chip” or your rated as a driver at level 3 with an airraft endorsement with your nucube, you're in the wrong seat, Solo”. 


Charlie took his free hand and produced the airraft keys from his coat and twirled it around before placing them back in this pocket. Then he took his occupied hand with the card and placed the card away as well. 


"Only the “Nomad” people like Echo here can drive like that because they were born behind a wheel”. Charlie continued his comments after the solo slipped into the driver’s seat. “ Besides... you didn’t want to kick in when you had the chance, when I was horse-trading my soul for transportation... FOR the GROUP. 


Charlie looks over the group. “None of you did and now look at this mess we as a group are all in. I should make most of you walk but I need you more than ever as much as you need me. I know what my skill set is and I have a good idea whatever one else’s skill sets are from Starlight’s notes sent to me. So if we are all going to save this kid WE as a group must work together and put aside any transgression towards each other. If so then please join me in the airraft, if not.... Take the bus because this ride isn’t free. 


Like in life, Choombas everything costs and I've already yet created another debt to just simply borrow this craft. So by taking a ride from me means that you plan on working with me, I didn’t say for me because we are all under Starlight’s contract, I’m just the point man for now. Those that are interested in doing a rescue operation after this. If we live. I will say that we can vote as a group, does that sound democratic for everyone?"


"Yes. Well put, Charlie." Bloodbank replied after a brief pause. "I am more than willing to work with you, with everyone here. And as long as the jobs are... on the up and up, I will continue to do my best to keep everyone outta the morgue. And Casino, even if everyone else decides otherwise, I'm going with you after this. I owe Vegas that much. I think we all do, but we've got to finish this job first. It has to be our sole purpose for now."




Posted on 2019-07-19 at 08:34:40.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: Haha


Brilliant. Nyle is going to enjoy this immensely. 



Posted on 2019-07-19 at 07:24:20.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Sooo?


Any idea's on when we might be seeing some other posts?



Posted on 2019-07-17 at 14:19:03.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Cool.


I'm alright with that seating arrangement. 


Also, could we establish who is currently in possession of a walkie talkie? 



Posted on 2019-07-13 at 15:13:53.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: Absolutely!


Color me interested!



Posted on 2019-07-12 at 15:05:22.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Awesome!


Great post, Nomad!  look forward to seeing everyone else's!



Posted on 2019-07-10 at 15:35:33.
Edited on 2019-07-10 at 15:36:07 by Giddy

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Haha


Ah man! Down another gun, oh boy...


 


Haha, how very troublesome and in character. I like the post, Tann.



Posted on 2019-07-10 at 15:34:31.

Topic: Star Trek: Hidden Depths Recruitment
Subject: Aw yeah!


Brom! Sound good to you?



Posted on 2019-07-07 at 16:38:22.

Topic: Star Trek: Hidden Depths Recruitment
Subject: Hmph!


I know I'm one to talk, but I'd very much like the game to continue. Magick Man, are you still interested in playing?



Posted on 2019-07-04 at 19:25:47.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Oh, drama. Excellent!


X00032:7.Y00001:12.Z00054:4, Building Across the Street from Rya Mendez's Listed Address  | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 8:10 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)


Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


"...So please, open the door. We just want to talk. Nothing more."


Bloodbanks heart thumped inside his chest as the last of his words seemed to hang in the air. For a moment he felt foolish. This woman likely wasn't interested in anything more then her own wellbeing; and if the Med-tech was truly honest with himself, he didn't blame her. He knew how tough life could be down here in the Midcity and sometimes one had to look out for their own self-interest. Especially if several well-armed strangers were pounding on your door, ranting about some kidnapped stranger. It was ridiculous to think that someone would be willing to put themselves on the line, no matter how slightly, for a someone that they had no vested interest in. Then the first lock clicked open.


Surprised, and not too sure he'd like to see what was awaiting them on the other side of the door, Bloodbank pressed himself against the wall. Another lock clicked, and then another, then the door opened. The first thing that Bloodbank noticed was the gunmetal gray barrel of the woman's firearm. It was pointed straight at Cred-sticks stomach and for a moment Bloodbank envisioned a flash of gunfire, Cred-stick falling to the ground as a bullet pierced his abdomen, ricocheting off of his spine and tearing his organs apart. Then, however, Bloodbank focused on the face of the woman. Her face was wrinkled and almost leathery with age and suspicious, but inherently kind eyes stared directly at Charlie.


“You called me Rya,” the woman said in a low voice laced with a Polish accent. “I am not Rya. I am Marta. Marta Anders. I know a Rya. What you say about a child being missing, this cannot have to do with Rya. She is a very nice woman.” Keeping the handgun leveled at Charlie’s gut, her eyes darted from side to side, assessing what she could see of the hallway. “Rya used to come around every other day to collect messages. This is what I do. I offer an address for people who do not have one so they can work. I have not seen her in couple days.” 


"Is that unusual?" Bloodbank asked, moving slightly away from the wall he was pressed against when it became apparent that the situation was about to digress into a gunfight. "I mean, how often did Rya usually come around?"


“Do you know where we can find her?” Echo slowly stepped into view, with her weapons put away. Hands held up in front of her, the Nomad presented very little visible threat despite still having her face covered by the balaclava. 


Marta regarded the leather-clad woman with narrowed eyes that took in her whole appearance quickly before settling in a direct stare. Echo felt as though Marta was reading her very soul, and remembered sitting before the Council and feeling emotionally stripped by their decision. Mouth suddenly dry, Elizabeth turned her palms upward, instinctively using the Rolling State’s symbol for charity. “Please, there’s a young life at stake.”


“You stay here,” Marta abruptly closed the door to her apartment.


“Next time you want to offer a sacrifice to the gods of luck, choose someone else.” The coldness of Echo's voice shocked Bloodbank. He had thought that the Nomad was fairly fond of Casino, what with the passionate -- and rather awkward -- kiss that she had bestowed upon the large Edgerunner. Looking at her now, however, Bloodbank would not have been surprised to see her draw her weapon and fire on the large solo. Bloodbank knew that if he had been on the receiving end of that look, he would have decided that now was as good a time as any to find a good hole to hide in.


The door clicked open and Marta shoved an index card through the small crack. “This all I have on Rya Mendez. Now, go. Go.” 


Echo took the card and as the door closed, read the fine handwriting on the front. Then, handing the card to Cred-stick, she turned, took her submachine gun from her back in a fluid motion, and began to walk down the hall. 


Interested in what was written on the card now held in Cred-stick's hand, Bloodbank leaned in, but something else caught his attention. An odd expression had seemed to pass across Echo's face. Almost sorrow, almost contempt. It was an expression that he didn't really have any words for. He could tell that it wasn't a happy face, though.


Speeding up slightly to walk beside her, Bloodbank murmured under his battlemask, trying to keep his voice low so that only Echo could hear him. "Hey. Are you alright?"



Posted on 2019-07-04 at 19:23:56.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Awesome!


I'm glad to see that everyone is still down to play. I've just entered into another heavy work period, but I promise I won't drop off the map. That being said, please don't feel any pressure to get posts up in a hurry. I'm more than okay with a slower paced game for now. I'm thinking a single post every couple of weeks, at least until work lightens up for me!


I look forward to it, guys!



Posted on 2019-07-04 at 18:39:32.

Topic: Star Trek: Hidden Depths Recruitment
Subject: Sooo


Are we calling it dead then?



Posted on 2019-07-02 at 08:49:25.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A
Subject: Long time...


Well, I apologize. I had some things come up. I've updated the game if anyone would still like to continue it. If not, I completely understand. 



Posted on 2019-06-29 at 13:30:50.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Game
Subject: Questions and answers.


The rigid guard could have easily been mistaken for a statue as Za'ahrat approached. His shining mail gleamed underneath his stout brown tunic and his heavy forest green cloak did not stir in the light, chilling breeze. The blue armband designating him as a member of the guard stood out starkly against his other, more muted clothing and an open-faced helm sat upon his head, obscuring his long, brown hair which peaked out just underneath the back. He wasn't an ugly man, from what Za'ahrat could see underneath his armor but he wasn't exactly handsome, either. His hooked nose, deep-set eyes, and black beard obscuring the bottom half of his face combined with broad shoulders and tall stature made him look more imposing than anything else.


His black eyes follow Za'ahrat as she approached with her companions trailing slightly behind her. His brow furrowed as she stopped in front of him, and, impossibly, he seemed to become more rigid. As the coy smile spread across Za'ahrat's face, however, his face relaxed slightly, and an almost imperceptible, appreciative smirk perked his lips.


"Good morning my man," she spoke with a silken alto letting her eyes drift upward to meet the guard's gaze and catching his eyes dart away from her chest. "Is it not a beautiful morning?"


"So it is, m'Lady," he grunted, still maintaining his guarded stance outside the door while inspecting the group gathered just behind Za'ahrat. "You the lot that Jandran was talking about?"


"I imagine we are." For a moment the young Aes Sedai waited, but when it became apparent that the guardsman wasn't going to say more she pressed forward. "We've come on behalf of young Millae, perhaps I might ask you some questions?"


"I suppose you could, m'Lady."


"Excellent, good man, excellent," Za'ahrat praised with another enticing smile, Za'ahrat leaned slightly forward. "I understand that Millae was under the employ of Nelelle Sedai. Aside from the Aes Sedai, did she have any other surprising acquaintances?"


"I don't rightly know, m'Lady. Never was too well acquainted with the Velalins."


"Ah, but surely you must know something. Rumors perhaps?"


Slightly adjusting his stance, the guard's eyes moved back to Za'ahrat. "Well, m'Lady," he replied. "Lot's of people have been saying that she's bedding some Whitecloak." 


"Yes, I've heard," Za'ahrat replied, perhaps a little impatiently, "Anyone else?"


"Well, I've seen her dance with some stableboy around the Spring Pole at Bel Tine. Don't know his name though, and that was before the Whitecloaks arrived."


"Mmm," Za'ahrat hummed, absorbing this. "Was Millae a violent girl? Perhaps an angry child?"


"Like I said m'Lady, don't rightly know. Never so much as talked to Millae before."


"That is... disappointing. What about her employment with Nelelle Sedai? What exactly was the nature of that employment?"


"Nature of employment? Well, when the Tar Valon witch decided to stay she determined that she was incapable of existing without someone at her beck and call I expect. Somehow Millae was chosen."


Frowning at the guardsman coldy, Za'ahrat continued. "That was it? Millae was the maidservant?" 


"As far as I know, m'Lady."


"I see. How has Millae been behaving since being imprisoned?"


"I don't know, m'Lady. I took the watch this morning and have been out here since."


Striding up to stand beside the regal form of Za'ahrat, Dane spoke up. "Where is Millae, then?"


"Inside, locked up."


"When is she going to be judged?" Dane continued.


"I suspect later in the day."


"But who is going to stand for her?"


"Stand for her?" The guards eyes moved to Dane, narrowing slightly. "She will stand for herself and be judged accordingly." 


Meeting the guards gaze, Dane asked, "And what evidence do they have against her?"


"I don't know. I wasn't a part of the arrest or investigation. I just guard the jailhouse."


Shaking his head, Dane pressed on. "If we wanted to, say, speak on her behalf, who would we need to talk to?" 


His eyebrows now raised, the guard looked at Dane in surprise. "She'd normally be judged by Master Nadran Telineos. Lord Lanara appointed him as Magistrate. However, I've heard rumors that Lord Lanara wishes to judge Millae himself, what with the girl murdering one of them Witches and all. That's just rumors, though, so I'd talk or Master Telineos."


"And I don't imagine you know if there are any witnesses?" Dane asked, skeptically.


"I've no idea."


"Thought so," Dane murmured. Then, more loudly, "Can we see her?"


"Yes," Za'ahrat added, nodding stately. "I think we would like to see her now."


"Yes. Jandran said you were to be allowed." Moving more than his lips and eyes for the first time since the conversation began, the guard nodded his head, giving permission for the group to enter.


With that, the mismatched group of travelers opened the door to the jailhouse and strode inside. The lobby of the jailhouse was lit by the two windows looking out onto the street outside where the town could be seen slowly waking up. A soft scratching came from the corner where a scribe sat at a desk, writing quickly with a quill and not even bothering to look up from his work as the five individuals entered. A couple of strides away from the entrance sat a sturdy desk, an unlit lamp and ink blotted papers littering its surface, and behind it sat another very bored looking guardsman who was perusing the documents in front of him.


With a sniff, the guard looked up from his papers and took in the visitors. 


Stepping forward, Thren smiled, his mustache fluttering. "My good Master Jailor," He began, "We're --"


"Yes, yes. I know who you are." The guard interrupted, standing up and using one hand to keep his belted sword from between his legs, the other to rub his bare chin. "Dane's been yellin' 'bout a bunch of strangers defyin' the law and Jandran did say that there'd be visitors for Millae. Tol' me I was 'pose to let you see Millae, so let's get to it now, yeah?"


Removing a ring of brass keys from his belt, the Jailor turned and unlocked the only other door in the room. It was a thick door, with a barred window about eye level. "Bunch of strangers, comin' in. Involvin' themselves in our business." He snorted, swinging the door open and beckoning everyone inside. "But Jandran said. Bloody Jandran. Don't know wha' he thinks you can all do. Prolly get your own head on the choppin' block beside the little bit. But that's no matter of mine. Just keep her jailed, Norral, they say. Don't let anyone see her. But then Jandran, ol' Captain Jandran comes around tellin' me a bunch of strangers are goin' to come in and talk to 'er. Light."


Continuing his grumbling, Norral lead everyone down a narrow corridor filled with thick wooden doors, all with the same barred windows. One, scraggly unshaven face peered out of one of these windows. With sullen eyes, he watched as Norral strode the length of the corridor, selected another key, and unlocked and opened another door; this one revealing a set of descending stairs. Removing a lit lamp from the wall, he led the way down. 


The room that the staircase led to was horrible by any account. The only light in the room, which came from the lamp that Norral held, displayed a large, cold, windowless cobblestone dungeon. The entire place stank of decay and rot, and all along the walls were cells, occupied only by dirty straw and old, foul-smelling buckets. All but one. In the cell furthest from the door, sat a huddled, pale form. 


"Well, there she is," Norral stated, starring at the figure that stirred slightly at the voice. Handing the lamp to Thren, he turned. "I'll be upstairs. Knock when you want to be let out." Spitting at the ground, he turned and climbed the stairs.


As the group approached, Millae stirred. Her face was dirty, and tear streaks were clearly visible. Her brown hair was all in disarray and her plain, but well-made dress was wrinkled and covered in the dirty hay that covered her cell floor. She squinted in the flickering light of the lamp, holding a hand to shield it from her eyes. With a sniff, she tried to peer past the light and look at her visitors.


"W-who are you?" She asked, her voice raw and trembling.



Posted on 2019-06-29 at 13:29:41.

 
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