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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Very interesting...
I just went glassy-eyed... J/K
I love history, though not enough to actually delve into it. Throw a good documentary on the History Channel though, and I'm way into it.
Posted on 2006-10-13 at 18:24:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Ah, the beauty...
The beauty of Kel's relationship is that really, its me having a relationship with me! Oh... uh, wait. That just doesn't sound right.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 18:34:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Are we there yet?
Char accepted Dwan’s answer to the question Dapple posed with a nod. It made sense, and he certainly didn’t begrudge the man his reasoning (not to mention he had no qualms about earning the extra coin). But as the meeting drew on the ranger’s attention was drawn to their new companions and the strange mutterings of Jal. It was entrancing really; like watching a bunch of wagons converge on the same spot at the bottom of a steep hill. The pure horror of the process insisted on one’s attention. Char sat quietly after he’d given his support of Dapple’s query and watched Jal flitter about speaking as though directly to someone who upheld the other end of the conversation. After a few bit of this a chill ran down the ranger’s spine causing him to shift in his seat and present Arian with a single, raised eyebrow. Oh, this one’s gonna gi’ us all dead, Char-lad.
That’s when Talas made his declaration that Arian would do as leader. Char very nearly burst out laughing at the simple statement, but deftly turned it into a cough instead. Reaching for a glass of wine the ranger wiped the corner of his eye and did his best not to look at the man. It was best that they get on their way. He was sure that if he stayed cooped up in this chamber with them much longer he’d likely offend.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 15:14:04.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I go to sleep and...
You all get in a face down?  - I love 'Punk!
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 14:58:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Kel's Dull?
Huh? I mean, I can see the others being that way: especially Jack, but Kel? C'mon!
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 14:56:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I KILL 'EM!!!
I KILL 'EM ALL!!!
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 14:54:30.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: .........
Freedom felt.  Feel free to post it. 
Hey Raven, you ready to get back into this?
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 22:00:53.
Edited on 2006-10-11 at 22:03:09 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Enlightening...
Stadate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, Observation Leck – 1010
Kelsey stepped into the observation lounge with a PADD in hand and a smile on his face. He’d just received a message from Sherry that thanked him for the flowers and that set his mind at ease concerning their row, though he wasn’t nearly naïve enough to think that she’d so easily forgotten Lt. Cmdr. Waldgrave.
“Noah,” Kelsey gave his captain an informal nod. When in private like this the two had adopted a more leisurely way about things.
“You’re looking better,” Noah was seated at his customary end of the table going over reports on the tabletop display. He smiled, however, when Kelsey walked around behind him and deposited himself in the usual chair.
“Much better, thank you. Got Sherry some flowers,” Kelsey grinned and set the PADD on the table in front of him. “I swear, Noah. It’s like she just lost whatever logic she once had. I’ve spent some time looking up hormonal variations and related theories—“ The XO whistled and shook his head. “I’m going to see if Dr. White can prescribe something that will take the edge off. I can’t have her going off the deep end just because I spoke with a pretty face.”
“I take it that there was an altercation?”
Kel paused for a moment and then chuckled as he looked over at the captain’s face and realized he hadn’t told Noah about the previous night’s events before the meeting. He’d been too caught up in Jack’s drama this morning and the captain’s door had opened and closed enough this morning to make someone dizzy.
“Oh,” Kelsey grinned broadly. “You won’t believe this—“
The door swished open admitting Lt. MacTavish just at that point. Kel’s smile faded away as the 2O made his way into the room. Noah must’ve caught up on the mood that had swept the three and offered to lighten it a little.
“Jack, you’re still considering my earlier recommendations, I hope?” Noah shook the other man’s hand.
Kelsey briefly wondered just what those recommendations were, but didn’t press. If the captain wanted him to know, he’d tell him.
“Aye, sair. I’ve no’ ‘ad th’ opportunity ta make an appointment wi’ th’ ‘eadshrinker as yet, but I’ll be sure ta ‘ave one made afore me shift’s up. Et’s been a bloody riot o’ a marnin’, sair.”
Kelsey remained silent while Jack took a seat in the wrong chair and sheepishly shifted to the customary 2O’s position. He’d read the results of Noah’s conversation with Ens. Drummond and he was inclined to wonder at the meek demeanor the TAC officer was presenting at the moment. Then, Jack met his gaze and offered a smile.
“G’marnin’, sair,” he said, “I reckon I owe ye an apology, ‘s well. Me moment o’ stupidity las’ night likely reflected ‘s poorly on ye’s it did meself an,’ fer tha’, Kel, I am sorra.”
The XO’s lips thinned for the briefest of moments while he took a deep breath. In the face of an apology from Jack MacTavish, Kelsey knew that the man was taking the situation seriously enough. Releasing his breath, Commander Gavison gave a nod.
“Thank you, Jack.” He had nothing more to add really. What do you say in the wake of an apology concerning one of the biggest faux pas a man could make on his second day as 2O of a Star Fleet vessel of exploration and diplomacy? Had Jack been anything other than senior staff, Kelsey would have raked him over the coals for such a move. But Gavison knew that Blair was covering up for the mistake, probably under the conditions that Dr. Arevaci find some sort of solution to the man’s considerable record of explosions. Luckily, Kel didn’t have to cast about for more to say as Dr. Milkens arrived. This led to a surge of arrivals and within a short period of time the room was full.
"Thank you all for coming," Noah stated in his usual quiet tone. "This meeting should, by all rights, be a short one. For now, let me turn the meeting over to Doctor Joseph Milkens. Doctor?"
Kelsey turned his chair slightly so that he might view the older man during his dialogue. "I'm not sure what I really have to add," Milkens stated in a thin voice. "There is a plague sweeping Aldor V. I have developed a vaccine to protect the uninfected Aldorians from it, but the materials do not replicate well; thus, the need to physically transport the vaccine, rather than simply send the formula to them." He paused for a moment giving Kelsey time to consider the implications behind the statement.
"The vaccine works in a manner similar to the first …”
When the doctor wound down Kelsey had to admit that so far, nothing had been said that would raise too many alarms. They could probably throw a containment field around the vaccine while it was on board the Discovery, assign a retinue of non-human personnel for duty call, and then be merrily on their way once they’d overseen the delivery via a medical transport.
"Thank you, doctor," Blair stated. "We expect to arrive at Aldor V in approximately seventy-two hours." He looked at the Bajoran helmsman for a moment. "We are on schedule, are we not, Lieutenant Zara?"
OOC: assuming an affirmative
"We must keep our guard up," the captain explained. "I have been made aware that one or more terrorist organizations are known to have active operations or sympathizers in the Aldor system. Obviously, I cannot stress enough how dangerous it could be if this medicine were used for any other purpose."
Now that was certainly something Commander Gavison had not been expecting. None-the-less, he remained expressionless and waited for Noah to continue.
Noah turned the time over to MacTavish.
Well, here’s where Jack shines…
“Aye, sair,” Mac replied with a heavy sigh as he got to his feet and tapped a key sequence that would transfer the data on his PADD to the wall mounted display, “an’ given wha’ Dr Miliken’s jus’ said, I’m afraid I’ve go’ a wee bit more’n wha’ I’d set off with…
Kelsey’s eyes narrowed when Jack brought up the personnel file and he couldn’t help but shift so that he was leaning forward in his chair. What the hell? Is that…? No. God, but it looks like him. Don’t tell me this group has definitely targeted the vaccine and used cosmetic surgery to get one of their operatives aboard the Discovery… No, that’d be too elaborate from what I’ve read. Family then? Someone inserted in their organization by Star Fleet most likely.
““This lit’le fu—This man,” Jack said in a voice filled with vehemence as he turned from the screen, “is Ian Michael MacTavish. An’ I c’n guarantee ye, ladies an’ gen’lemen, if th’ lad’s so much’s caught the scarcest whiff o’ wha’ we’re deliverin’ ta Aldor V, we’re likely gonna be fair in ‘is sites…”
The XO fell back in his seat with raised eyebrows and concern showing on his face. Would this relationship between Jack and Ian—strained though it appeared to be—present a security risk? I’ll talk with Dr. Arevaci after the meeting and see what his psych profiling might present. The last thing we need is some sibling rivalry stirring things up, and we certainly don’t need to risk Jack going soft at the wrong time!
With MacTavish’s part finished, but for the questions, Kelsey remained quietly pondering the newest puzzles until the others he’d tasked to present reports spoke up. He had no questions that he could pose to the room at this point, though he was unsure if anything new would present itself in the duration of this meeting.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 20:14:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Onward!
I don't really have much to do around town. I'd imagine Char is pretty much tired of the city.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 15:06:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Wha-?
Stadate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, Gavison Quarters – 0630
He’d been careful not to wake his wife and child where they lay sleeping cuddled together on the mattress as he rolled out of bed. The carpeted floor of the cabin was warm, the air comfortable, and the lighting off, so it wasn’t difficult to remain as quiet as a burglar exiting the room. The ion shower was refreshing and within fifteen minutes the XO was cleaned, groomed, dressed in his pressed reds and ordering a cup of coffee from the replicator while reviewing last night’s reports over his PADD. With the volume of activity on board a Galaxy Class Kel wouldn’t be through the reports until mid morning, so the earlier start he got, the better.
There’d been some strange sensor readings at 0136, but they’d passed quickly and were determined to be magnetic interference from a passing meteor rock, a lift hydraulic had a bit of a spasm on deck fifteen requiring some attention from engineering, and two children had been admitted to medical in order to treat some abnormalities in their breathing--God! What kind of fear that must’ve put into the parents! Done with the cursory review of the least involved events, Kelsey sipped at his coffee and pushed through to security. This was always the first thing on his list of detailed review since the well-being of the ship was his primary concern in the morning. Normally there were small issues with a sleep walker, an accident on one of the night shifts, or something minor concerning a…
Commander Gavison’s mug stalled pressed against his lips, the steaming coffee building condensation on his mustaches. His eyes narrowed while they scanned the report, then reread the names.
“Damn,” he uttered as he set the coffee mug on the table and strode towards the door. “Damn!” he hissed as he passed through it into the hall. What the hell is the man thinking!? The XO rounded the corner and breezed by two red shirts. He’s a bloody command officer! The fargin’ idiot! A small, yellow-skinned alien in a blue uniform had to jump out of his path as Kelsey rounded another corner and headed straight for the lift. Muttering an apology Commander Gavison entered and declared his destination as the Bridge. I’ll ring his fargin’ neck if he’s done anything to discredit the Captain or this ship. Kelsey’s face was a mask of grim determination as he impatiently waited on the turbo lift. I’ll personally throw his scrawny ass in the brig. The political fallout of this incident could ruin the man—Kelsey’s breath froze in his lungs. Are you actually worried about Jack MacTavish’s career? His head cocked just slightly to the side as a puzzled expression swept his face. Oh, my God! You are! Of course you are, he’s a member of your crew. You worry about each member of your crew no matter how bull-headed and pea-brained they are. The lift opened admitting Kelsey onto the bridge.
Returning the salutes he passed straight through and went to the Captain’s ready room. So why aren’t you worried about Drummond? Stopping in front of the door, Kelsey composed himself, shoving the disconcerting concern he felt for MacTavish to the side for later evaluation. He pressed the button and waited for the captain’s permission to enter.
=/= Come in. =/=
Kelsey did as he was told, his face, once again, a mask of grim thought.
“Good morning, commander. You’re here early. Did Kaila keep you from sleeping?”
“No sir, she slept fine.” Should he preface this? The sudden realization that Noah might think he was sabotaging Jack’s command entered his head and Kelsey paused for the briefest of moments. If Noah would believe that of me, he doesn’t know me at all and I might as well be serving on some station somewhere. “I thought that you should see this.”
When Captain Blair accepted the PADD from him, Kelsey dropped into a guarded attention. He didn’t look at the captain in an attempt to read his response, but carefully held his gaze on the passing stars so as not to appear too interested, but still retain the elevated level of concern that something of this nature called for.
“Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. I will deal with it.” Noah’s voice spoke volumes. It was well within Gavison’s jurisdiction to handle the matter should he go by textbook command rules, but that left all sorts of sticky on the walls, so he was only too happy to relinquish the responsibility.
“Aye, sir.”
With that handled, Kelsey turned sharply on his heel and stepped back onto the Bridge.
USS Discovery, Bridge – 0844
It had been Kelsey’s intention to provide Sherry a bouquet of flowers when she woke up, but the incident with Jack had pushed the idea from his head… until he saw the 2O cross from the turbo lift and enter the captain’s ready room. Then the details of the report fluttered to life in his head and he found himself tightly squeezing his eyes shut in a silent, “Doh!”
Tapping the control interface on the left arm of the captain’s chair, Kelsey brought up the Operations console. He thumbed through the replicator options until he found what he was looking for and selected delivery. When he was finished he wondered briefly if she’d think it childish of him for ordering three times as many flowers as MacTavish had provided, but dismissed it outright as an improbability, awash as she’d be in flowers when the red shirted deliveryman arrived.
With Jack in getting the discipline he deserved, the flowers ordered, and the ship sailing smoothly through the black of space, Commander Gavison considered the little information he had on the Aldor V. It seemed to be just like any other number of colonies on the outside. Beset by some mysterious disease that the Federation had managed to concoct a cure for, the Discovery was their only hope. Dr. Milkens had also seemed your everyday scientist, even a bit on the absent-minded professor side of the meter a bit. Everything appeared to be in order and that meant that he had nothing really to offer but to sit and listen to the mission debriefing later that morning. So, like every other good officer, he dedicated himself to making sure everyone else had all the information they needed to present come meeting time.
“Lieutenant Zara,” he began calmly, speaking to the back of her head. “Please make ready a plotted course to Aldor V complete with the usual detail concerning neighboring planets, constructs, etc.. You’ll need it for the meeting later.”
“Commander Gavison to Commander Waldgrave,” Kelsey tapped his badge and waited for her response. “Commander, please have a report ready on the feasible means for transporting the vaccine to the surface of Aldor V. Please consider the possibility of transporter difficulties… and you may want to follow up with Dr. White concerning the impact transporters might have on the vaccine—if any. Please have your report ready for our meeting later this morning.
OOC: response.
“Thank you Commander.” Tapping his badge he closed communication only to open it again right afterward. “Commander Gavison to Dr. White.”
When the 3O had answered, Kel continued, “Doctor, would you please provide a report on the status of your department concerning readiness to administer the vaccine should it be required, preparedness concerning the possibility of treatment aboard the Discovery, and get together with Commander Waldgrave concerning any transportation requirements for the vaccine?” He didn’t need to include that White might want to speak with Dr. Milkens if he hadn’t already.
OOC: response.
Closing the communication, he immediately opened it again. “Commander Gavison to Lieutenant Raines.”
=/= Raines here, sir. =/=
“Lieutenant, please make sure a staffing and shift report is ready for this morning’s meeting concerning the responsibilities for aiding in the delivery and administration of the vaccine to Aldor V. I’d also like a current report of any additional supplies we might be able to offer should their condition be worse than reported. Feel free to get with Dr. White concerning eventualities.”
OOC: response.
“Thank you.” Ending that communication, Kelsey tapped his badge once more. “Lieutenant Tuvar.”
“Lieutenant Tuvar, please make ready a report on all possible security risks entailed in our drop of the vaccine on Aldor V, an outline for security measures in the chance that we might have to aid the government in maintaining order, administering the vaccine, etc., and a plan for constant security personnel escorts of key dignitaries during the delivery.”
OOC: response.
Gavison sat back in the captain’s chair, fully aware of the fact that most of these individuals had more than likely already begun their reports before he’d contacted them, but secure in the hope that his redundant instruction had helped jog their memories concerning one point or another they might have overlooked.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 22:44:44.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Keeping it simple...
"Ah," Elizabeth's voice was filled with sarcasm when she answered after the first ring. "I suppose you're wanting something in return for the warning? Look, Spiff, you're messing with the heat, savvy? You gave us the bell, so I'm gonna give you one. Stallion won't take kindly to anyone messin' with his input. You got the opportunity, don't be anywhere near the Hole when it goes down, or you'll wind up in a body bank."
That said, the Wild Thing hung up, not even allowing the fixer a word in edgewise. Chances were, she'd be blocking his number for a few days until she was sure things were clear.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 21:46:49.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ah, The Little Dragon Rears Her Ugly Head
So tha’s where th’ li’l beastie be…
“Da’Moon speak true,” Char had also catalogued the landscape, though his distrust of magic went only so far as it was being used against him. “Th’ Empire’s own donna be simple hiders in da bush, no’ like a bushel day be.”
The ranger shifted so that he was no longer reclining in the chair, but instead leaning forward and pushing his unruly hair from his face. “I be in’rested in knowin’ th’ way th’ brook does tumble as well, Lor’ Dwan.”
He purposefully neglected to put in his two bits as to who should lead, for in his mind each had their part to play and when they went into the Wilds… well, it was like Eftari used to say, ”If’n they don’t follow, lad, then it be their own damn fault should they get lost.”
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 21:08:37.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Haven't heard
Frankly, there's been such a slow down in the rate of the game and it has primarily been focused on the group in the rain. I'm not writing them off just yet, though I'd like for them to post soon to remedy the belief that they aren't participating. There's got to be some opinions, insight, etc. that could be posted even if they aren't directly involved in the interaction.
At this point, I think all we're waiting on is some direction from the party as to where they wish to go and what they wish to do.
Posted on 2006-10-08 at 11:21:32.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Heh!
Oh, ya... I'd forgotten that was up there. 'Tis true, though. That be Char and one of the few acrylic paintings I've ever done (with craft acrylics no less).
Posted on 2006-10-07 at 11:09:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I have...
I have a delicate mind and am afraid that R postings would burn my brain.
Actually, I too have chilluns that could occasionally read the games dad is involved with and I'd appreciate such consideration.
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 18:03:40.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Confused?
Naw, Char's just drunk... he's seeing multiple tattoos. 
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 22:24:49.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Rolling.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:22am
The wind picked up as Spiff finished speaking to his hombres. Roller was obviously not happy with the arrangement, jerking his head up in defiance of the directives. His had fell to the weapon tucked in his low waistline, but he didn’t draw it. Croaker was already walking back towards the van, but Peacekeeper and Preacher remained. That hothead could very well get himself shot dead if he wasn’t careful. There was no denying that though he’d called them smalltimers, the people packing heat alongside Peacekeeper were definitely more capable of boring holes in your head with a .44 API round than the slag Spiff’d brought along for the ride.
“Parte posteriora abajo, amigo. Conseguí éste, y usted sabe que él pagará.” Coyote growled followed immediately by a sniff. Though the ganger wasn’t looking at his partner, he was obviously speaking to him.
“Sí, él pagará, pero solamente si él no es muerto,” Roller replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Él no morirá. Miraré sobre él como él es bebé de mi entrada. Él volverá en una salud mejor que él a la izquierda.” The two Mexicans laughed and Roller gave Spiff a quick nod.
“All right, gato,” he said. “Coyote’s got yer back. I’ll wait fer ya on the dark side. I’m out.” Sniffing again, Roller backed up three paces, flashed his gang’s symbol over his chest, then ducked into the cab. “We’re out!” he declared loud enough for those still waiting in the rain to here. The cabbie was only too happy to oblige which meant that Spiff would have to settle the debt of the fare with Roller when he paid him. Here’s for hoping the ganger didn’t decide to go clubbing on his dime…
“Well, amigo,” Coyote flung a hand after the retreating forms of Peacekeeper and Preacher as they made their way to the van and the fixer began to follow. “I gotta tell ya, I don’t like this. Jus’ so’as ya know.”
Within seconds the two were out of the rain in the dark pitch of the cargo area with the rest of the group.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:23am
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 22:21:49.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I apologize for the language.
Char just flows, ya know? I can't help it.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:43:06.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Hey! Who invited them!
Relaxed in the comforts of the easy chair as he was, Char made no move to rise when Dwan and his assistant entered the room. He’d been calmly, and contentedly, reclining in silence while they’d awaited their host. His piercing blue eyes had wandered about the room registering artifacts of interest, taking in the people that shared the chamber with him, while darting away with an almost mischievous alacrity should they catch him looking their way. Arien, Dapple, and Kilgrim he knew, but these other two were fresh faces. He wondered for a moment how Arien would deal with his sister’s absence—they’d not spoken of her decision to leave since the event, but the ranger was willing to wager the knight wore that loss like a heavy cloak. He hadn’t had the luxury of family, but he’d certainly experienced the heartache of loss; though his had been much more profound, he could empathize with what the smiling warrior was possibly experiencing. Did this mean he’d be all cuddles and a shoulder to cry on? Char nearly laughed at the image that produced for him and shook his head, tossing about the curly strands of muddy brown hair that framed his face with the quick jerks of his head.
Dapple was another story altogether, locked away in her world of denial and shadow. During their last mission Char had discovered her little secret and despite some ribbing, pestering, and generally free-spirited behavior he’d eventually come to respect her decision to withhold that information from others. On more than one occasion since they’d been back, he’d shared in the effort to keep her secret, but it seemed to him that she still withdrew, still withheld herself from accepting that she might have found companions she could trust. Sure, they’d been through a lot in a relatively short amount of time, but Char felt that it was enough to show the mettle of those around him he’d spent that time with. He had even grown to trust Da’ Moon some.
Shifting his gaze to Kilgrim, the ranger offered a cocky smile while he scratched at his scruffy chin. The dwarf was a reliable sort who had saved their skin more than once with his piety. Since returning to the city, he’d been as eager as Char to break free of the walls and roam.
It was strange, perhaps, how much Char felt he reflected certain aspects of each of these individuals. Arien and he shared a sense of honor and a fierce rush in the face of battle. He and Dapple enjoyed the craft of stealth, though his was for the hunt and he was as yet unsure of what really motivated her. Kilgrim’s love of the Earth and his candid nature were very suited to his relationship with Char. All in all, the four had found a synergy that though it might be broken up by the occasional argument, ribbings taken too far, or differences in basic philosophy, they worked well together. Each had a place, and each filled the role admirably in Char’s opinion. Now, there was these two and the ranger was sure they hadn’t been invited to dine with Dwan for the sheer joy of it.
At the table Dwan made his short introduction and request which Arien was only too eager to respond to. Leaning back in his chair with his left arm draped across the table and his legs kicked out underneath it, Char smiled his lopsided grin at the enthusiasm his friend delivered his introduction with. Then, he cocked his eyebrow as the tattooed fellow spoke up—he’d been sure Kilgrim would’ve been the next to take the lead.
“I am Adrian Valentine, formerly of the red corps…”
Char’s heart raced for a moment and his eyes narrowed a bit, though the smile remained. He’d thought he’d recognized the tattoos on the man’s arms. Ach! Should’a known, Char-lad. Wha’s Dwan up t’ groupin’ us wit’ da likes o’ dat?
“…Fighter, merc, ex gladiator…” By th’ lock’ o’ m’ sweet mothuh’s ‘air! A bloody red corps an’ a bloody arena cat! Wha’ in da bloody nine ‘ells is Dwan sendin’ us int’?
Char suddenly realized that the others had finished their introductions and he, unknowingly, had made a sort of coughing noise in the back of his throat that had prematurely drawn attention to him. With an apologetic smirk he tapped his fingers on the tabletop for emphasis.
“Name’d be Char an’ thar ain’t much t’ know ‘ceptin’ I be from da Wilds, an’ such. Guess I’ll be da bloke tha’ takes ya ‘cross da mount’ns, meadows, an’ streams t’ wha’e’er place Lord Dwan ‘ere ‘as in mind.” With his grin turning merciless the ranger chuckles. “Da Wilds be a large place, see? An’ Imperials git all missin’ in such as dat real easy-like should day no’ be careful ‘roun’ me.”
He continued to tap the table for a second before shifting a bit uncomfortably and adding, “Dat be all now… someone else’s turn.”
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:40:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I apologize for the delay...
I've posted and apologize for the delay... been really busy at work and that's just drained me.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 21:01:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Huh? What?
Stadate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2055
Kelsey entered Ten Forward with the air of a man refreshed and ready to face another shift. His uniform was clean and pressed, his commbadge and pips polished to a near ridiculous sheen, his hair combed and his mustaches and goatee trimmed. All of this was a far cry from the disarray churning within.
At the end of his shift, Kel had immediately returned to his quarters. It had become a habit of his after Kaila was born to rush straight home, as it were, almost frantic inside as though something could have happened to her in the time he was on shift and he not be informed. Inevitably, the little infant was sound asleep and he’d resist the urge to pick her up and cradle her within his arms. In fact, he had hardly held her since her birth, and though he recognized it he hadn’t rectified it. This particular night he’d come in to find Sherry sitting at a table set with fine glassware and lit by candles. Having been trained for anything space might have to offer, Commander Gavison had been completely off guard. He’d paused in the doorway and stared at his lovely wife with his eyebrows raised—not his typical ‘one-eyebrow quirk’, but a full on, “Uh… huh?” Sherry hadn’t been too receptive, he’d had a hard time recovering, she’d become frustrated with him, he’d become frustrated with her being frustrated with him, and dinner was spoiled. How could he not have told her he was going to have to dine with the senior staff? Kelsey had, of course, been completely apologetic and then the bomb was dropped: Sherry asked if he’d seen her yet. ‘Her who?’ he’d responded innocently enough. ‘Her the new chief engineer, that’s who!’ This tipped the XO off that she’d known all along they’d be picking up new personnel and senior officers at that; which, of course, meant that extended duties would be required of him! Well, that was certainly a mistake to point out… It didn’t help when he’d said that he had and why the devil did she care anyway? Needless to say, he had a long time before the dinner to get ready as Sherry wound up not talking to him and he wound up in a confused silence.
Now, arriving at the table, Commander Gavison silently filed the episode away and seated himself to Blair’s right, leaning back comfortably in his chair and resting one arm on the table’s surface. He gave a smile and a nod to each individual by way of greeting, but otherwise waited for the evening to progress in its customary fashion. He smiled at each of the new officers and joined in the toast with all of the respect appropriate his station. The information Noah delivered concerning their mission seemed extraordinarily mundane, but not unworthy of the Discovery’s attention and since the official briefing had yet to be held, Kelsey filed that information away as well. He listened in part to the conversations going on about him, but was mostly self-involved, reliving the evening’s events and trying to figure out what had set Sherry to acting so strangely. He wasn’t completely stand-offish, responding to conversation as required and even elaborating on a bit of word play as appropriate, but otherwise he dined on the meal Raines had arranged (have to commend him on the details later) and nursed his wounds with the brandy he’d received from Noah’s niece… how did she know what’d hit the spot every time?
USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2113
We haven’t had a candlelit dinner in ages… why the devil would she whip one up tonight of all nights? Kel pushed a Cardasian rolled something-or-other in plum sauce to the side of his plate as he considered the possible implications, oblivious to the change in venue for MacTavish until the man was looming over him.
“Beg yer pardon, Command… er.. Kel,” the Scotsman stuttered. Gavison blinked, momentarily off guard--Happening a lot tonight, Kel! Wake up! He opened his mouth a little, but found himself (in his momentary confusion) just tilting his head slightly to the side and giving the TAC officer a bit of a strange look.
“I realize tha’ there be a… a difference in our ways o’ doin’ things, sair, but all tha’ aside, I dinnae wan’ ye ta think ol’ Jack’s a complete bastard, aye?” MacTavish slipped a box from beneath his arm and held it out like a prize at a carnival, nearly in Gavison’s face. Having regained much of his composure Kel allowed the blank look to be replaced by a smile as he accepted the gift. “So, I jus’ wan’ed ta extend me congratulations to ye and yer missus onna new addition ta th’ family.”
Kelsey chuckled as he looked down at the box and registered that they were cigars. “Thank you, Jack,” he said, standing so that he wasn’t craning his neck to look up at the man. “Your congratulations are much appreciated, and twice returned on your promotion. Captain Blair sure knows how to pick them. I’m pleased as to how things are turning out.”
“Aye, yer proud an’ wi’ good reason, I’m sure. Extend me congratulations ta the missus, aye?”
“I will,” Kelsey responded while giving the Scotsman a friendly pat on the shoulder. When the man walked away, Kel slowly returned to his seat, placing the cigars next to the plate and glancing at Noah with his signature, one eyebrow cocked and an expression that read: Whooda thunked it? He’d never tell Jack that he didn’t smoke. The man had obviously made a huge effort.
USS Discovery, Ten Forward – 2243
“…Napoleon’s downfall,” Kelsey chuckled as he ended the explanation, as he saw it, for the historical figure’s demise accompanied by the slight shake of his head. He’d finally been able to release himself from the shackles of confusion shortly after MacTavish’s presentation of the cigars and had quickly found himself engaged in philosophical discussion with Noah and Lt. Arevaci that had lasted well into the evening. Most of the conversation was fairly light-hearted and filled with speculation; some of that at the humorous expense of various notable figures in human military history. The XO kept his brandy full, but didn’t indulge enough to lose his edge, and always made room in the conversation for others to join, interrupt, or inject commentary should the need arise. Now, however, he was feeling a bit worn and as the conversation was dying he could likely find a way to politely excuse himself from the table.
Commander Waldgrave is definitely an attractive woman… Mother of Pearl! That’s why Sher was so worked up! Kelsey nearly smacked his forehead as the realization struck him. He also very nearly broke into laughter at the absurdity behind the incident. The whole candlelit dinner episode had been about the insecurity of a woman who’d just given birth and had yet to regain her figure. With a slight shake of his head, Kel gave the edge of the table a slight tap and said, “It has truly been a pleasure, and I am very pleased to have you aboard,” he made it so the statement addressed both of their new officers. “But, I am getting precious little enough sleep as it is with my daughter’s feeding schedule so I have to beg your indulgence as I retire from the festivities.
“Captain,” he stood and gave those who still remained a smile as he slipped away. Tomorrow was likely to be filled with intelligence briefings, preparations, and a whole lot of reading, not to mention reparations for his ill-prepared response to his wife’s cry for affection. Kel had to be well-rested and attentive. Slipping up as bad as he’d done all evening, and being befuddled like he’d been all day, was unacceptable.
OOC: Assuming no one stops his exit…
The room was dark, the soft glow of the overhead rail lights was barely perceptible after walking the brightly lit halls of the Discovery.
“Sher?” There was no response. Kelsey moved through the room to the baby’s room and found it empty as well. Momentary panic set in before he realized that Sherry wouldn’t really have anywhere to go should she had felt slighted enough to want to walk out on him--ridiculous as that idea is he thought as he turned towards the bedroom. There he found Sherry asleep with little Kaila snuggled against her chest. Leaning against the doorframe, Kel paused for a moment to look upon them and a soft smile played across his lips. There wasn’t anything anyone could say to change his mind; Sherry Gavison was the most beautiful woman alive, and little Kaila was the epitome of the word, “angel.” Releasing a satisfied sigh, Kelsey prepared himself for bed, slipped into the light covers next to his wife, and gently kissed her neck before lying back and closing his eyes—which popped back open almost immediately.
Sitting up in bed, he stared at the arrangement of flowers on the table in the corner for a moment before rising and padding over to them. There, on the table at their base, was a note that read:
Congratulations on your new arrival. Best wishes, Jack MacTavish
“I’ll be damned,” Kel muttered, shaking his head once more before setting the card down and returning to bed.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 20:52:36.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 20:57:20 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LMAO @ Character Descriptions...
Ok, then. I'll be a good lad an' hide it.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 18:49:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Newbies! Dinner is on!
Stadate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, Captain’s Ready Room – 1145
=/= “Blair to Gavison.” =/=
Kelsey snapped out of his reverie at sound of his captain’s voice. Old memories of Academy training infiltrated the subconscious recesses of his mind, frightening away the strange emotions that flurried about the imagery of his wife and daughter to replace them with a nearly overwhelming urge to stand at attention before the instructor.
“Gavison here.” God, Kel! How long have you been out of the Academy now? Instructor…
=/= “Commander, if you could spare a few moments, step into my ready room, please.” =/=
“I’ll be right there, sir.” Kelsey rose from the seat and glanced about the room. It wasn’t really necessary for him to place someone in charge while he was in the next room, but Gavison hated to leave things open-ended, even for a moment. “Chief,” he said to Tuvar as he passed. “You have the chair.”
Stepping through the door, Kelsey followed Noah’s instructions and took the offered seat. He sat straight-backed, doing his best to remain the epitome of ceremonial. When Blair smiled, Kelsey returned the affectation and allowed himself the slightest degree of relief from his soldiering.
“Thanks for dropping in, Commander. How is that baby girl? I apologize for not having seen her in person yet, but I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Thank you, Captain. Dr. White tells me that Kaila is doing well. Far be it for me to argue. To be frank, right now I couldn’t tell you anything more than she’s breathing, pink, and the apple of her mother’s eye. Oh, and you are more than welcome to drop by at any time. Dr. White has cleared her to return to our quarters, so social visits are ok… I think—I’ll have to check with him, but I believe it is all right to visit without sterilization.” Kel’s bumbling fell off when he realized, rather red-faced, that he was going on and on.
“I envy you, Kel.” Blair seemed to not have noticed, or at least he was a good enough friend not to call attention to Kelsey’s nervousness. “Christine and I never had kids… not that it looks like that was such a bad decision, considering how it all worked out. Still,” Noah shook his head. “You have something that I probably never will.”
Kelsey was about to offer up a hearty encouragement about the captain’s future when Noah’s demeanor suddenly took a turn towards the more serious. With a nod, Commander Gavison pressed his lips tightly together and awaited the captain’s real reason for the meeting. With the morning’s affair he wasn’t so sure he could read Blair like he had originally thought he could.
“Commander, I know that you have elected to continue your duties, but if you need some time off, or a reduced workload for the next few weeks, say the word. Do not neglect your family for this ship – we are all on the same sire.”
“Thank you, Captain, for the consideration, but I have a feeling that if I were hovering around the quarters Sherry would end up skinning me alive. I think it best for her sanity that I remain at active status.”
“Kel, I’m sure that you know I had another reason for asking you here.” Gavison gave a nod when Noah accepted his reasoning and continued on even though he hadn’t a clue why Blair had asked him in. They’d concluded the business that morning and unless there was something specific about this evening’s encounter with the Valmont the XO hadn’t the foggiest, so he just gave the nod and waited for the captain to continue.
“You don’t particularly care for Lieutenant MacTavish, and he feels much the same way about you. I know that, the both of you know that, most of the crew probably knows that, as well.” Blair gave up a small, wry smile. “Jack MacTavish is obnoxious, overbearing, and quite often an insufferable ass. He also happens to run possibly the most efficient department I have seen in my entire Starfleet career.” Noah gave a shake of his head. “I am no military man, and MacTavish complements my weaknesses very effectively. He is an able commander, level-headed and quick to act when need be, and seldom makes a bad decision. If you can name me one soul on this ship more qualified to the two-oh post, I will listen… but you and I both know that you won’t come up with that name.”
Kelsey took a deep breath at the pause and gave a brief nod, a small frown on his face as he considered what the captain said. Finally, he just allowed for Blair to continue having nothing constructive to add.
“I won’t ask you to be professional about your disagreement—you are too good of an officer to do otherwise. I do respect your opinion, Commander, but in light of the facts, I don’t see how I could come to another conclusion. I did want to sit down with you and share my reasoning, however—I value your input.”
“Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your candor and your trust. I can assure you that the differences I have with Commander MacTavish are more than manageable—“ Harder now that Avanti won’t be the buffer between us, but manageable none-the-less. “—and I can guarantee you, sir; I will let you know when I disagree with one of your decisions.”
“Very well. Thank you for coming, Kel. And please do give your wife my regards.”
“My pleasure, Noah. We’ll have you over for dinner soon. I’m sure Sherry will be more than happy for the company.”
USS Discovery, Bridge – 1315
Kelsey looked up from the latest telemetry reports concerning their course and a small meteor (already catalogued with Starfleet) to the smiling face of Lt. Raines.
“Here you go, Commander. It took me a while to get it, but her is everything you’d want to know about Lt. Cmdr. Hardgrave,” Raines said as he handed Kelsey the PADD. Commander Gavison accepted the slim device and briefly glanced at the display, confirming the name at the top. “Also, I had Mr. Ames arrange for a formal dinner in the officer’s mess for sometime this evening, but I haven’t heard anything from the captain about a time yet. Quarters have been arranged for Lt. Cmdr. Hardgrave and the others that will be transferring aboard. I made certain to include fresh flower arrangements from the nursery as well as baskets of freshly replicated fruit. I think they’ll feel right at home, sir.”
Kel looked up at Ben from beneath a cocked eyebrow, a smile creeping up on his bearded face. “What? No chocolate on the pillow?” He chuckled and gave a nod of approval. “Well done, and thank you Mr. Raines. I’ll follow up with the captain concerning the time of the dinner and let you know.”
“Thank you, sir. If you’ll excuse me, I need to see Mr. MacTavish and Dr. White.”
Kelsey gave another brief nod and returned his attention to the information he’d just been delivered.
USS Discovery, Bridge – 1650
End of shift was approaching quick. Well, at least what would normally be considered end of shift. Tonight they rendezvoused with the Valmont and that meant that Kelsey would be pulling a late shift. On top of that, the captain had responded to his message about scheduling the dinner with a late dinner time of 2100 hours so he’d have a little break to be with the family before having to mix and mingle with the new officers. Some alien races felt it rushed to require new arrivals a dinner appointment the day they arrived aboard a new assignment, but it had been naval custom for centuries and dinner with the captain was an honor rarely passed up on.
The doors to the lift flitted open revealing the Domtarian in an unusual color. The look on the large alien’s ridged face caused Kelsey to smile.
“Computer,” Kelsey rose from the captain’s seat. “Commander Kelsey Gavison relinquishing command of the Discovery to Commander Ly Avanti.” It was an honor that Blair had suggested they allow Avanti: one last chance to command the bridge of the Discovery before departing. Kel was only too happy to oblige.
“No sign of the Valmont yet, Commander.” Kelsey stepped to his usual seat and grinned at his friend as he settled in. “Though I’d imagine we’ll be picking them up in no time.”
OOC: Respond as you see fit.
They knew that there’d be a few minutes before the other Federation ship arrived and in reality there was very little preparation work to do in order to prepare for the meeting, so Kel passed the time by holding conversation with the large Domtarian. It was a time of soft mirth, sharing memories that had been built over the past eight months of working closely together. Life aboard a starship—even one as big as the Discovery—tended to bring those who worked it closer together than a station posting. The interaction was the catalyst for many strong relationships.
“Commander,” Lt. Zara called back over her shoulder.
“Yes,” Avanti responded while Kel sat quietly with a smile on his face.
“We’ve just picked up the Valmont on long-range scanners.”
OOC: taking some liberties – correct me if I’m wrong in the way he’d respond, Al.
“Reduce speed to maximum impulse.”
“Yes, sir,” was the reply.
Kelsey settled back in his seat as Avanti relayed the information to Blair. Within a few minutes Noah Blair arrived on deck.
“Captain on the Bridge,” Avanti declared as was his right. All present (except for those at Helm and Nav) stood in respect resulting in Noah giving a nod of recognition before moving towards the command center. When Avanti moved to allow Blair his seat and Noah waved him off, Kelsey felt a wave of sadness wash over him. It was truly going to be the last evening they spent with Avanti… at least for a while.
“Carry on, Commander,” Noah intoned as he seated himself in the second officer’s usual perch. “The CONN is yours until time for you to leave.”
Avanti gave a nod and resumed his seat. “Helm, how long until we rendezvous?”
“E.T.A. is fifty-two minutes, sir.”
“Maintain course and speed, lieutenant.”
USS Discovery, Bridge – 1813
“Commander,” MacTavish calmly stated. “They be hailin’ us.”
“Put them onscreen, please.” Avanti replied.
“Aye, sair.”
Kelsey leaned forward slightly but remained quiet as the screen shown another captain in his late forties. At the sight of the Domtarian, Captain Horatio’s face lit up and Commander Gavison could only smile in response at the warm welcome his friend was receiving.
“Commander Avanti! Good to see you again!
“Noah Blair,” Horatio’s brown furrowed. “I thought that we agreed I would be the one to promote him!”
“We did no such thing, Caine Horatio. You tried to play the seniority card on me, but as Avanti’s current commanding officer, I trumped you by means of proximity.”
“Very well, but don’t think I will forget this, Blair!”
“Indeed, captain—I will sleep with one eye open.”
“All right, then. Your officers are ready to come aboard as soon as you give the green light. Also, Doctor Milkens and his vaccine materials will be ready momentarily. Oh, and Noah?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks.”
Kelsey glanced at the captain for a moment considering the news of the vaccine. It had something to do with their upcoming mission, of that he was certain, but seeing how Blair had yet to confide in him all he could do was speculate so he remained quiet.
“Commander Gavison and I will see you off, if you please.” Noah said to Avanti as they all rose from their seats.
“Thank you, sir. Lieutenant MacTavish, you have the bridge.”
USS Discovery, Transporter Room One – 1820
“Well,” Kelsey said with a huge grin as he stood nearly toe to toe with the large alien, arms clasped in a friendly warrior’s grip. “It has certainly been an honor, my friend. I’m just glad you were here long enough to see my daughter—even if it was through a protective glass pane.”
OOC: Response as necessary.
“The Valmont is getting one helluvah trade. Two officers and a doctor for one you. If I were Noah, I’d have asked for at least double that.” Kelsey laughed and reached up to pat his friend on the shoulder. “I’d better not keep you. The Future awaits. Good luck, Ly Avanti.”
Kelsey stepped back as Noah took his place, clasping the Domtarian’s forearm. “I am proud to have served with you. Godspeed, Avanti.”
Kelsey shared a sad, but somehow happy, look with Noah as Avanti took his place on the transporter pad just before the engineer gave the order to energize. A short time later the tech addressed Captain Blair, “Captain, I have a request from the Valmont- three to beam over.”
“That will be fine.”
Gavison glanced at Blair again briefly as the pad energized, three white centers of light appearing and expanding until people were transitioning into view, their molecules repositioning to bring them back from limbo. As the energy faded Captain Blair greeted them. “Commander Waldgrave, Lieutenant Arevaci, Doctor Milkens. I am Captain Blair, this is my executive officer, Commander Gavison. Welcome aboard the USS Discovery
“Please show the doctor to his quarters.” Blair ordered the petty officer following it up with a gesture. “Doctor, we will be underway presently. My science staff will see to it that your materials are properly taken care of. We should reach our destination in four days’ time.”
Gavison gave the old man an encouraging nod, but remained at Blair’s side with his hands held behind his back.
“Mister Arevaci, please check in with Doctor White, our chief medical officer. When your schedule permits, drop by my ready room.
“Commander Waldgrave, I’m sure that you will wish to acquaint yourself with your new department, so I will stay out of your way for now. Likewise, however, I would appreciate a moment of face time when you get the chance.”
Commander Gavison cleared his throat, “And you are both required to dine with the senior staff at twenty-one hundred hours in the officer’s mess. Welcome aboard.”
OOC: anything else added?
“Very well,” Noah concluded. “Carry on, then.”
As the others made their way out of the transporter room, Kelsey considered asking the captain about the vaccine and their mission. It was the briefest moment of weakness for him followed immediately by a silent chastisement: If he wanted you to have the leg up, he’d have offered you a step-stool.
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 23:32:37.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Decision Made.
Now we're just waiting on DarkAutumn's post to move things forward.
Welcome to Hell... er, I mean Cyberpunk!
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:48:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: MIssion?
Who needs a mission when we can read DAYS OF OUR DISCOVERY!
*Gavison meekly raises his hand*
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:33:53.
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