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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: a note on romulan ranks...

...I also have had no luck in finding names for romulan ranks.

However, I have not found any canon info citing the "Sub-Centurion" rank. From what I have found, it goes like this (lowest to highest):


Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:20:34.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: valid points, all

Tann was using the info available to him - which, Vanadia correctly points out (and I had not thought of, myself!) that no one would have a real idea of the extent of the cold damage.

We can discuss this in circles, but I will back Tann up on this - while there certainly is more than one way to look at this situation, Kane by no means handled it wrong. I can't say for any certainty that he did NOT handle it 100% correct. The only thing that really should have possibly influenced Kane's decision was the fact that only two rangers had recognizable combat damage... and again, even I hadn'r realized I was metagaming the cold damage knowledge.

After medical care, Hatherford is nowhere close to being unable to stand a watch; can't say the sarge did wrong.

glad we're keeping this in the Q&A, not in game!

Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:16:09.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: well...

...the enlisteds get the short end of the stick, usually. So unless Kernan sees compelling reason to countermand Kane's order, it likely stands.

Blake could pull rank on Kane, as well, but as we discussed, she is not technically a part of this chain of command.

Truth be told, the medic's attention did you combat woundeds a WORLD of good, as referenced in my last status post. However, I was remiss in not posting a new one. Here it is!

LT Kernan: minimal cold damage.
PFC Pearson: mild cold damage.
WO Blake: minimal cold damaage, minimal combat damage.
CPL Hatherford: mild cold damage, mild combat damage.

CPL Hart: mild cold damage
SSG Kane: mild cold damage
CPL Johannsen: mild cold damage
SGT Lee: minimal cold damage

I am ruling that some of the cold fatigue is gone. A full night's sleep gets it all, but the kind GM is allowing some to go away, regardless.

Posted on 2007-11-19 at 22:44:53.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: TAC assuming duty

Stardate: 2374.08.31
USS Cerberus – Deck 3 – 0934

In a considerably better mood, Rrowl stepped out into the corridor, the door behind him closing with a metallic whoosh. The Cerebrus’ new tactical chief hadn’t bothered to unpack, settling instead with casually tossing his duffel down upon the surprisingly satisfactory bed he found in his quarters. The kzinti’s tail twitched in a gesture of appreciation; it was almost unheard of for him to find a bunk wide enough for his girth, a fact that had resulted in more than one night spent curled up on the floor of his quarters as a proper size was requisitioned. Later, he would go about settling in, but for now, he was anxious to go on and get the security registration process out of the way. Steamrunners were warships, pure and simple, and Rrowl was ready to get a firsthand feel of the capabilities of his new assignment.

The ship was rather empty at this point, with a large portion of the crew apparently yet to report. Not surprisingly, that fact didn’t bother the kzinti in the least; he had learned to tolerate the company of humans, to even enjoy it in some cases, but most of the time, he preferred to be left alone. Rrowl had earned the respect of humans everywhere he had served, but made few friends; his own outlook was simply too different for most to feel comfortable around the big felanoid.

The new TAC officer reached the turbolift and ordered it up two decks, where he intended to examine his new duty station. His ears flickered slightly – he knew that, provided Jack MacTavish wasn’t already making the rounds – and making everyone’s lives miserable – Rrowl would likely find him close to the seat of his new command. MacTavish was probably as close to a friend as Rrowl had; he and the gruff Scotsman had spent many an hour sparring back when both served aboard the Discovery, and MacTavish had earned the kzinti’s respect as a warrior then, and later several times over during missions. If he had ever been intimidated by Rrowl’s size or physical prowess, the man had never showed it, and had given as good as he got more than once. The kzint’s ears flickered mirthfully as he recalled just how much of a dirty fighter Jack MacTavish was – which was naturally necessary when sparring an opponent half a foot taller and more than a hundred pounds of muscle heavier.

Quite frankly, Rrowl owed a great deal of his success as a Starfleet officer directly to Jack MacTavish, and the kzinti knew it. In the early years of his career, Rrowl had been viewed as an unquestionably brave, unquestionably competent warrior – but one with a simple lack of tactical imagination or understanding. He had been rightfully stamped as a typical kzinti – master of ambush, of the infamous “scream and leap” strategy, but incapable of anything more.

MacTavish, by example, had taught Rrowl that there was more to combat than strength or skill alone, that cunning and a well-crafted plan meant as much, or even more in the case of space combat. Working under Jack, first as assistant security chief, then chief of security, and finally, as a tactical officer, a seed was planted, and the kzinti had cultivated it.

No longer was he one dimensional. Rrowl had earned this assignment, and he knew it. Now, with the combat that would surely await them all, he would prove this fact to MacTavish, to Starfleet, to himself.

The door hissed open in time for Rrowl to almost run directly into the still gold-collared MacTavish. “Commander!” Rrowl exclaimed, coming to attention. “Er, rather, Captain MacTavish.”

OOC: any response…

Rrowl glanced around the almost empty bridge. “Lieutenant Rrowl, reporting for duty, sir. And if I may say so, I am pleased to be doing so.”

MacTavish would almost certainly have caught the hidden meaning behind those words – Rrowl believed in doing his duty, and would never question a commanding officer directly, but there were perhaps a handful of officers he would actually describe as being “pleased” to serve under. The kzinti’s statement was meant to reflect deep respect.

OOC… any response…

The moment of seriousness passed, Rrowl took the slight opening to prod an old comrade a bit – at least, as much as one could prod one’s captain. “Still in the gold, captain? I was unaware that uniform code had changed, sir. I would have expected command red on you.” Only the very tips of the kzinti’s ears twitched at all; a casual observer might have mistaken the motion as a reflex reaction to the bridge’s ventilation system.

OOC… Jack’s take…

Rrowl nodded. “I trust you have more important concerns at the moment, captain, so I will keep you no longer. I wish to run a diagnostic on our systems, and then need to attend to my department’s roster. If you need me, sir, I will either be here on the bridge, or in my office.”

The kzinti gave a salute, then moved out of MacTavish’s way en route to the TAC station. Sure that no one was looking, he allowed his teeth to be bared for a moment.

Ah, the tales we will tell when this cruise is done!

Posted on 2007-11-19 at 17:53:03.

Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: gobble, gobble!

A little fun photoshop thingy for Thanksgiving.

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Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:57:12.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: fun, fun, fun!

I am going off of the previous marching order I had, unless someone tells me differently.

Please note that all of you have recovered some of the cold damage. Not all - that would have required a full night's rest. Six hours broken by watches does not count as such.

Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:54:31.
Edited on 2007-11-19 at 16:55:10 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: You just thought things were about to make sense!

May 9th, 2025 - 0034
Barracks, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica

The night passes without incident, with the military's infamous prepacked food the only hazard encountered. The sleep gained is not enough to fully restore you, but the borrowed bunks are far better than nothing - and the short rest is not at all out of the ordinary for what a ranger team is accustomed to enduring.

Shortly after midnight, Georgia time, everyone is up and ready to go.

Kernan relates the earlier discovery of the bloodstains and other battle signs, and soon, the entire team is witness to them en route to the observatory.

The hall to the observatory is somewhat odd; there are actually two sets of doors that must be openend to enter the room. This is by design, of course - when the domed ceiling is open, it can get insanely cold, and the second door was built as sort of an "airlock" against the elements.

When the second door is opened, further strangeness is triggered. The first - and most obvious - sign that somethign is wrong is the fact that the dark, heavy bloodstains stop completely, as if the bodies that were being drug simply vanished into thin air. Despite the indications on the floor that the bodies were copiously leaking fluid, there is not a simgle drop within the observatory itself.

Speaking of the observatory, you find that the large, domed room is very sparse, compared to the rest of the facility. The chamber is quite cold, and the circular shape fo the room helps to amplify the echoes of any sound.

The domed ceiling is currently closed, and a large telescope points towards the heavens.

The moment you step foot into the room, the sound of automatic weapons fire greets your ears! Two soldiers in U.S. Army garb duck for cover and begin firing bursts at you!

Posted on 2007-11-19 at 16:53:00.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: shucks!

Boo! Hiss!

Well, as you say, better now than later. Keep it in mind, though... it won't all be underway for a while, yet.

Posted on 2007-11-16 at 22:07:15.

Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: suhwheeet!

glad to see this post!

I'll be filling the role of XO (executive officer) on the Charon, myself. Looking forward to the great ideas from the great players here that helps make for great Trek play!

Ick. too many superlatives.

Posted on 2007-11-16 at 21:04:48.

Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: yep

I was holding on Tann, but looks like no post is coming.

I'm probably going to go on and post soon.

Posted on 2007-11-16 at 17:13:29.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: sweet!

for those of you who are interested, please note that we have a lot of info up (and much more coming) in the site's Trek Tools.

View the roster, that sort of thing.

Posted on 2007-11-16 at 16:19:45.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: heh

It's 'acause we love you, and you know it!

Posted on 2007-11-16 at 15:55:58.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: woot!

glad to have you! Well, *I* am, at any rate. Mean old Eol might not be.

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 22:45:41.

Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: back to topic...

sorry, but this one is too freaking cute!

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Yep, he has discovered his tongue. Likes to stick it out, and will frequently do so when (a) smiling, or (b) you do so.

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 22:03:38.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 22:04:21 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: hehe..

sounds like Rose coming back out to play, Vanadia!

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 21:51:00.

Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: whoa!

i hate to give Grugg an applaud to put him back ahead of me, but an intelligent deer pretty much takes the cake.

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 15:53:42.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: hehe

If that offends one of the players in our game, they need anti-sensitivity training.

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 15:24:21.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: schedule

Trading intel and collecting robot bits - that's up to the powers that be (i.e. the Looey and Sergeant Antsinhispants).

Posted on 2007-11-15 at 14:49:08.

Topic: D&D Annoyances
Subject: D&D Annoyances

Share with us the things about D&D (can be any edition) that annoy you!

I'll start this one off with a pet peeve - in 3e (and 3.5e): masterwork items.

Sure, it's a decent idea - items that are so superbly crafted that they offer a bonus to their functionality. And supposedly, they are harder to get, since they cost so much more.

But in practice? Everyone who doesn't have a magical item instead has a masterwork item. I mean, I read modules online (and printed rulebooks and supplements) that feature pirates with masterwork cutlasses, cutpurses with masterwork daggers, golbins with masterwork spears. Give me a break!

Of course, D20 seems to treat all equipment purchases as being made from the D&D Wal MArt - everything is always available... even masterwork items. Sure, it's probably not SUPPOSED to be that way, but that's how books and supplements seem to treat it.

Hmmm... does this count as two gripes from me?

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 15:26:08.
Edited on 2007-11-14 at 15:51:56 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: nice healing!

The medic with the changing name did a fantastic job on the two soldiers wounded in battle. If you get out of this alive, you owe her a steak dinner.

Now, team status follows:

LT Kernan: mild cold damage.
PFC Pearson: moderate cold damage.
WO Blake: minimal cold damage, minimal combat damage.
CPL Hatherford: moderate cold damage, mild combat damage.

CPL Hart: moderate cold damage
SSG Kane: moderate cold damage
CPL Johannsen: serious cold damage
SGT Lee: mild cold damage

Let see some posts, folks... let me know what the new plan is. Go back and finsih exploring with the same fire teams? Reconfigure things a bit? Play with the radioactive pieces? Share some hugs? Something else entirely?

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 14:48:54.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: reunited and it feel so goooood!

May 8th, 2025 - 1807
South Hallway, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
Fire Team B

"Sergeant Kane," the Lieutenant speaks on the open frequency. "We've sustained some injuries here. Secure a path to the rendevous point and meet us there. Over."

Kane acknowledges the order, and in little time, has his fire team reassembled. Fire Team B finds nothing of real interest on their way to the entrance foyer. It is a short, easy stroll through empty hallways.


May 8th, 2025 - 1807
Garage, Antarctic Research Facility 36, Antarctica
fire Team A

Pearson secures the garage, but there is nothing else of true interest to see. Rather than risk his wounded rangers, Kernan orders every member of the team to rezvendous.

The hallway outside of the garage is noticeably warmer than the large room from which Fire Team A has just left. Interestingly enough, there is no sign whatsoever of fire here - not even any traces of soot from around the door.

There is little time to ponder this, however - the door to the connecting passage reveals yet another scene from a nightmare.

This hub appears to be the scene of some violent past conflict. Bullet holes riddle the area, and there is a great deal of blood staining both the floor and the walls. The sickening smell of putrefying flesh hangs in the air here. Bloody boot and foot prints move toward all three exits here, and a couple of large, dark smears suggest that at least two bloody corpses were dragged down the west passage into the observatory.

Fortunately, there is no contact with anything - person, creature, or automation - and fire Team A soon finds themselves in the main hallway with Fire Team B.

Corporal Johannsen renders excellent aid she to both of the rangers injured in battle. The main hallway, for now, is quiet.

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 14:41:25.
Edited on 2007-11-14 at 14:46:36 by t_catt11

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: trek tools

I have them up and working, Brom... we're testing them now. Lemme kill the bugs, and we'll get the, open for everybody!

Posted on 2007-11-13 at 18:45:50.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: whatever

of course it is!

Posted on 2007-11-12 at 21:11:43.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: yup

So I see. Which is funny, since most of starfleet is human.

Not bad, just funny!

Posted on 2007-11-12 at 19:51:38.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: enter the Rug

Stardate: 2374.08.31
Starbase 10 - corridor outside of main security - 0900

A huge, hulking, tiger-like beast stalked down the corridor, its foul mood apparent to everyone in its path. Not surprisingly, the various staff found reasons to be places other than the creature’s direct path, not that it seemed to pay them any mind one way or the other. Instead, the large felanoid clad in a gold Starfleet uniform top scowled darkly at the PADD it clutched in its right paw as it covered the distance to main security.

The door hissed open, admitting the brooding kzinti, but to his disappointment, everything appeared to be in perfect order. Denied the opportunity to vent his displeasure on some poor enlisted lackey, Lieutenant Commander Rrowl moved directly to the office designated “Chief of Security” and began removing his few personal possessions.

The chore took very little time – Rrowl was not one for collecting knickknacks, and he hadn’t been stationed at Starbase Ten for very long. It wasn’t the abrupt reassignment itself that had the kzinti in a foul mood; on the contrary, he welcomed the opportunity to leave this handholding guard posting behind for the opportunity to assume meaningful duties aboard a warship. No, it was more the fact that he would be expected to babysit some wet-behind-the-ears monkey even as they flew into situations that would likely end their lives. Rrowl did not fear dying, but he loathed the idea that he would be forced to do so to no real purpose.

As the station’s outgoing security chief packed the last of his sparse possessions, a man in the doorway cleared his throat. Rrowl looked up, his teeth slightly bared. The human lieutenant, also clad in security gold, blanched slightly due to the fact that he was well aware that kzinti did not show their teeth in a gesture equivalent to a human smile – this sort of expression instead meant aggression and anger. Nevertheless, the man held his ground and spoke. “Congratulations, Commander Rrowl. Just what you were hoping for, right? A posting on a warship, I mean.”

Rrowl snorted. “Hardly, Lieutenant Giles,” he replied. “I had hoped to gain a posting on a vessel with a known – or at least experienced and capable – captain. Instead, I understand that my new commanding officer has yet to even attain the rank!” He shook his head. “If our commander is so inexperienced, odds of us surviving combat – or at least, being effective in it – decrease, I fear.”

Impudently, the lieutenant chuckled. “Fear? You? Commander, I thought you weren’t afraid of anything!”

Rrowl’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tongue, monkey, lest I take it with me as a trophy! You know I do not fear death; I do despise the idea that it be for naught.”

Unperturbed, Giles continued. “You know, I think that I will almost miss those threats. I’ll say this – whoever replaces you just won’t have the same effect when they toss around extra shifts or KP duty as consequences!”

At that, Rrowl’s ears flickered slightly – a kzinti gesture of laughter. “I will miss you, as well, lieutenant. Hopefully, my replacement will find this department in better shape than did I.”

Giles nodded; Rrowl was intimidating, and you didn’t want to be on the wrong side of his temper, but he was a fine officer, and had indeed drastically improved security on Starbase Ten. He genuinely would miss the shaggy security chief.

“Well, best of luck to you, Commander Rrowl,” spoke Giles. “Cheer up; you never can tell. Just because this is MacTavish’s first command doesn’t mean he won’t be capable.”

Rrowl froze and fixed a predatory stare on the lieutenant. “What did you say?” Met with a blank stare, he prompted. “MacTavish? As in, Jack MacTavish?”

Giles fumbled for a moment as he double checked his own PADD. “That’s right,sir… MacTavish, Jonathon R. XO of the Warden, formerly of the Discovery…”

Rrowl held up a paw as his ears broke into a fit of twitching. “Enough! I know him well. This changes everything!”

Suddenly, Rrowl’s entire disposition had changed. We will kill many of the bastards, Jack, you and I, the kzinti thought to himself.

As it turned out, this was exactly the posting that Rrowl had been waiting for.

Posted on 2007-11-12 at 19:47:48.
Edited on 2007-11-12 at 19:50:30 by t_catt11

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