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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: the logbook...
I have reopened the logbook to help us keep everything straight.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 23:56:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Bob at the bar...
I posted a conversation between Talda and Bob. If you need me to edit and/or kill it, say the word!
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 21:15:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: an unconventionl meeting...
Stardate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, ten forward - 2110
Ensign Talda stepped into the dimly-lit lounge in search of a little diversion. He felt a bit restless; today had been a lab shift day, rather than one for the bridge. Even though he got more "real" work done in the labs, he missed the chance to man a station on the great vessel's command hub, despite the fact that his typical shift there fell into the classic "graveyard" period where next to nothing ever occured.
The downside to the split schedule was that his body often found itself awake when it should be asleep, and vice-versa. Tonight, though, he was wide wake and on the prowl...
...and all alone.
Gwen had long since tired of the novelty of a boyfriend with such lenient views on subjects like fidelity. Not that it surprised him; few in Starfleet were as casual as the Risans when it came to such matters. Still, he had genuinely felt serious emotion for the woman, and working with her had since become more than a little awkward. The string of casual affirs since that point had been entertaining diversions, but little more.
A good portion of ten forward was actually fairly empty. For a minute or two, Caleb despaired of finding anyone to chat with until he spotted a somewhat familiar face. The science officer ordered a tasty (but unpronounceable) purple drink and made his way to a table across the room.
He addressed the catullan alredy sitting there. "Lieutenant... Bob, isn't it?" Caleb didn't know the man that well, but had served with him on the planetside team at Gavin III. Hopefully, that would serve as an icebreaker.
OOC: some response
"Call me Caleb." He regarded the gathering of senior staff. "So, the brass are up to something tonight, eh? Didn't you get a new boss out of the Valmont meeting?"
OOC: assuming there's no "shove it, dude!"
Talda nodded, trying to figure out what exactly it was that N'doog had said. The young officer found his gaze drifting back to the staff dinner, despite his intentions to put it elsewhere.
"I want to be there someday..." he murmured, then looked up, a little ashamed at having stated his thoughts out loud. For some reason, though, the catullan put him at ease, so he continued. "Yeah. I feel it every time I step on the bridge. One day, I want to be in that circle."
OOC: any response
Caleb shook his head and grinned. "Tell you what - let me buy you a drink, Bob." He paused for moment. "Say, are you a gambling man? I hear that Lieutenant Ames in ops is scaring up a poker game later on..."
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 21:11:05.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 07:24:32 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *blink blink*
Arien: "Dapple's a girl? When did that happen? Oooo, look! Heraldry!"
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 20:28:09.
Edited on 2006-10-02 at 20:28:18 by t_catt11
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Topic: Plot twists most worthy of a dice shower?
Subject: Plot twists most worth of a dice shower?
So, you've pursued that villain for session after session, only to have him turn out to be completely unrelated to the plot?
The answer, of course, is to pelt your GM with a nice handful of dice.
Share with us some stories of moments that made you want to treat your DM/GM/storyteller to this punishment!
I'll start you off with one my pal Richard just related to me:
Their party had spent the past two realtime years (biweekly sessions) dealing with their nemesis, this "master of the dream realm" guy. They'd vanquished him two or three times, but he always kept finding his way back into their lives.
Characters had lived, some had married, some had seen friends and loved ones die. Some had made bad choices, some had done quite well.
They just discovered that it was ALL a dream.
Methinks a dice shower would be too kind. A lynching might be in order, instead!
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 15:40:41.
Edited on 2006-10-02 at 15:41:48 by t_catt11
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: baseball connection?
pie
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 15:34:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: glad to have you...
Glad to have you active and posting.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 14:19:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: the whole point...
Yes, there is an officer's mess. Also, we could just do it in the observation lounge.
But the idea is to keep this a little less formal and intimidating for the new officers, so ten forward was chosen.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 10:36:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: counselor
Rysetfn K'ryll is the new counselor.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 10:04:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: bigshots...
I think that, in the same way we did before, we'll simply have a portion of the area tastefully partitioned off. In no way are junior officers prohibited from enjoying ten forward.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 10:01:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: gaffe!
Stardate: 2366.10.21
Transporter room one - 1825
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.”
Noah smiled tightly and nodded, thankful that the XO had covered for his faux pas. How could he have forgotten to invite the new officers to a dinner held in their honor?
Ah, well. Politicing had never been his strong suite. It was too late for him to worry about that, now.
Once he had confirmed that all personnel and equipment exchanged between the two vessels had been completed, Noah keyed his commbadge.
"Blair to MacTavish."
The Scot's burred voice answered. =/= MacTavish here. =/=
"Jack, have helm lay in a course for Aldor V, warp factor five."
=/= Aye sair, Aldor five it is. =/=
Noah nodded. "Thank you, lieutenant. Blair out."
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Ten Forward - 2055
All of the senior staff had filed in by now, a fact that pleased Noah greatly on some small level. Those that served with him for any length of time knew that for any appointment, on time was late. Either the new officers felt the same way, or they had simply been lucky... not that it mattered overmuch.
Once everyone was seated, captain Blair called for their attention. "Good evening, everyone, and thank you all for coming. I believe that you all know me," he grinned slightly at the odd chuckle around the table, "but this meal is of course for the benefit our new senior officers."
"First of all, alow me to introduce our new Chief Engineer. Everyone, please welcome Lieutenant Commander Katrina Waldgrave." Noah indicated the tall, attractive black-haired woman to his left.
OOC: anything that needs to go here...
"Also, we have a new Ship's Counselor. Allow me to introduce Lieutenant Christoph Arevaci." This time, focus went further down the table to the brown-haired man with pianist's hands.
OOC: same thing...
"Now then," Noah continued, "I believe that you both met Commander Gavison, my XO. Next we have Lieutenant Jack MacTavish, our Chief Tactical Officer and Second Officer. Next to him is Lieuteant Tuvar, our Chief Security Officer."
Noah paused, then went to the other side of the table, where he indicated a lieutenant commander in medical blue. "Doctor Victor White is our Chief Medical Officer and acting Third Officer. Lieutenant Raines in our Chief Operations Officer, and the man responsible for the wonderful meal we will soon enjoy." Polite chuckles around the table.
The female lieutenant in blue was next. "Next, we have Lieutenant Chantelle Hemlos, our Chief Science Officer. Finally," he indicated the bajoran woman in red, "Is Lieutenant Damali Zara, our Chief Helm Officer."
OOC: any and all, feel free to intro yourselves, chitchat, etc.
Blair retook his seat. "As you may know, we not only picked up new staff from the Valmont, but a doctor Joseph Milkens, as well. Doctor Milkens is carrying the supplies to manufacture a critically needed vaccine for Aldor V, to which we should arrive in a little less than four days. In theory, this is a simple delivery job; our task is merely to drop the good doctor and his materials off at the federation complex panetside. "
The captain paused and rised his glass. "Enough shop talk for now. Let us properly welcome our new comrades with an excellent dinner and a toast. To the Discovery!"
OOC: run with this as you will...
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 09:52:43.
Edited on 2006-10-02 at 09:57:25 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: FYI
I'm posting the dinner now.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 09:34:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Security soft toss
Stardate: 2366.10.31
Main Secuirty officer, deck 15 - 1815
=/= Bridge to security. =/=
Ensign Sode's voice jolted Rrowl out of his reverie. In his mind, he had been stalking the brontha, could pracically smell their blood...
He signed and tapped the intercom. "Rrowl here."
=/= The captain and executive officer hve left the bridge with Commander Avanti, sir. Lieutenant MacTavish requests and honor guard to send them off and to receive the new senior officers. =/=
The kzinti officer nodded. "We're on our way," he answered, then cut the communication. His gaze fell upon the form of Ensign Radizt. "Raditz," he teased, "as unattractive as you are, you will probably be better received by honored guests than myself. Take Jeffries and Marks and go play honor guard at transporter room one."
OOC: assuming an "aye aye"...
The aSEC pulled keyed his terminal for the records of the other personnel that would be boarding the Discovery. A couple of engineers, some enlisted ops personnel, a geek or two, and a couple of security personnel, including a fresh adademy ensign. The kzinti's ears flicked in his race's approximation of a grin. Didn't they deserve welcome, as well?
"Walker, you're with me. Chief Aardsma, keep them from setting anything on fire while I'm gone."
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Transporter room two, 1820
The glowing forms coalesced into solid bodies, including a young human female ensign in gold. Rrowl was fairly accustomed to the monkeys' insistance of gender equality by this point in his career; the Patriarch knew that Tuvar was a qaulified officer, and Rrowl had known one or two other females who had proven themselves in his eyes. Even so, old thought patterns died hard, and the look on this rookie's face did nothing to quell the instinctive agression he felt.
Still, he would give her a chance to prove herself - though prove herself she must. Time for test number one.
He gave her fifteen seconds or so before stepping directly in front of her on the transporter pad. The first real memory the ensign would have of the USS Discovery would be a vsion from a nightmare - for all the world, Rrowl looked like a seven foot tall tiger that walked on two legs instead of four, and he knew the effect it had on most humans. He bared his fangs in the expression that signalled agression with his species, and friendliness with humans; Rrowl supposed that both fit the current situation.
"Ensign Coffin?" the kzinti asked.
OOC: assuming an affirmative
"I am Lieutenant Rrowl, your aSEC. Welcome aboard the Discovery." His speech was understandable, though a bit siblant on the "s" sounds. The hulking kzin stood uncomfortably close as he spoke.
"Your quarters will be on deck three with most of the other junior officers; the computer will give you the exact compartment. Main security is on deck fifteen. Your first shift will be tomorrow, and you will be expected to report to Lieutenant Tuvar, the chief of security. Do you understand?"
OOC: again, assuming an affirmative
Rrowl nodded. "Very well, then. You are dismissed."
He watched her walk away, his tail twitching slightly.
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 08:50:35.
Edited on 2006-10-02 at 08:59:44 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - the relaunch (recruitment)
Subject: relax...
Most of us do little posting over the weekend. If we did, what would we do at work? 
Posted on 2006-10-02 at 07:27:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: we're in for it now...
 @ =/= CENSORED =/=
Yeah, Eol is channeling Mac pretty heavy, considering that he's talking like hi in the Q&A thread. Bet your wife is lovin' that... 
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 15:15:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: delegation and intimidation...
Is how these department heads get so much "leaisure" time.
We now continue with our regularly scheduled broadcast of Star Trek: Love Cruise.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 14:27:28.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ?
Handsome's shiny shoes.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 14:24:59.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Chaos ensues....
The other two soldiers, having not paid great attention to what is going on, take the bothan at his word and reach for their own weapons. For his part, Burukt tries to peel off a shot at Caise, but one of the passengers - a human woman - picks that unfortunate instant to attempt to run for cover, and takes the blast full in the chest. She drops to the ground, convulses twice, and lies still.
Damanil squeezes off his own blast, hitting the bothan traitor square in the face. Naturally, he does not move again.
With the immediate threat eliminated, the padawan looks to free the captives. The young engineer, Ziv, is nearby. "Hold still!" he calls out. The young man does, and the jedi slices his lightsaber through the chain connecting the wrist restraints. Grinning, Ziv moves to pick up the bothan's blaster.
Dime dives into his compartment and retrieves his own weapon. He returns to find the two soldiers firing rpidly. Another crewmember is wounded, the the compartment is chaos - people are running and screming.
Now with allies, the jedi can better protect the civilians in the room - and is frequently the case, the best defense here is a good offense. He leps to the attack, and the third soldier falls with a look of surprise on his face.
The fourth soldier screams again for backup into his commlink and fires wildly, but Caise is able to deflect the incoming shot. A shot from Ziv slams into the soldier, but his armor absorbs enogh of the shock to protect his life. Not so, when Dime follows with a shot of his own.
Soon the room is empty, but alarm klaxons are now sounding throughout the ship. Mercury steps out from behind the cover he had taken.
Lana fixed the room with a furious gaze. "It's just gets better all the time, doesn't it! Are yougoing to just stand there, or are you going to cut me loose, too? We'll never make it up front, but if we head back toward the engine room now, we can reach the lifeboat." She pauses. "Or, if you prefer, we can wait for the TDF to come and sort this out..."
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 10:54:30.
Edited on 2006-09-29 at 10:55:14 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: don't see why not....
I've read it described as a buzzing in your ears, a tickling, a tingling, a feeling of being dipped in a swarm of crawling insects...
Remember that McCoy, on his guest appearance in TNG, refused to use the transporter because he didn't trust them or like how they felt.
In other words, you can safely ad lib, I'd say.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 10:23:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: not a problem
I seldom post on the weekends, and this is one that I won't get a post up. As long as you post regularly, it doesn't matter which day -and you can always go and backpost anythign that you need to.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 08:52:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: hehe
Karma? Apparenty, I'm still collecting smites in the "last one to post here, wis" thread.
I must say, that was an excellent run of posts. I'll go on and set the table so to speak, for the evening's dinner later today.
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 08:06:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: what a way to start the day!
A gaggle of quality posts... color me enthused!
Stupid me forgot the dinner... thanks for covering my gaffe, Brom. 
Posted on 2006-09-29 at 07:38:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: mission...
Leg #1 of the mission is about to start - this has to do with the doctor coming on board. Blair will give some orders, then hold a staff meeting the following morning to get the crew in the loop.
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 20:37:33.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: from a comic strio
Bear
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 17:00:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: meet and greet?
Stardate: 2366.10.21
USS Discovery, captain's ready room - 1720
Noah sat in his chair, studying the PADD in his hand. Starfleet command had finally come through and forwarded the service records of the personnel that Discovery would be gaining. A security officer fresh out of the Academy, an engineer or two, assorted enlisteds - in all, it looked like ten or fifteen new faces.
He noted the two he would have the most contact with - the new Ships's Counselor, Lieutenant Arevaci, and the new Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Waldgrave. The records indicated qualified officers, which he expected, but cold entries on a PADD never told the whole story.
=/= Avanti to Captain Blair. =/= the intercom broke his reverie.
"Blair here," he replied.
=/= Captain, we're picked up the Valmont on long range scan. Looks like we are on schedule. =/=
Blair nodded, though no one could see him. "Thank you, commander. I'm on my way."
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The hatch to the bridge hissed open, revealing the interior. Commander Avanti, dressed in command red, sat in the captain's chair, with Gavison to his right. The domtarian stood as if to move, but Blair waved him off. "Carry on, commander," he spoke. "The CONN is yours until time for you to leave." Instead of taking the command chair, the captain seated himself in the empty spot to Avanti's left.
Realizing the captain was serious, the engineer resumed his seat and continued as usual. "Helm, how long until we rezvendous?"
Lieutenant Zara's hands flew across her display for a moment before she answered. "E.T.A. is fifty-two minutes, sir."
Avanti nodded. "Maintain course and speed, lieutenant."
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Bridge - 1813
Lieutenant MacTavish spoke up from his place at the TAC rim. "Commander, they be hailin' us."
Avanti nodded. "Put them onscreen, please."
"Aye, sair," cam the answer. The display on the primary viewscreen shifted from a starscape to that of the interior of a Federation starship, focused on a dark-haired human male in his late forties.
"Commander Avanti! Good to see you again!" Suddenly, Captain Horatio's brow furrowed and he shifted his gaze to the side. "Noah Blair, I thought that we agreed I would be the one to promote him!"
Blair chuckled and shot a sideways glance at Avanti. "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."
For a moment, the two locked gazes, but when a grin began tugging at the corner of Noah's mouth, the staredown ended with chuckles on both sides. "Very well," Hortio answered, "but don't think I will forget this, Blair!"
Noah nodded in mock sincerity. "Indeed, captain - I will sleep with one eye open."
Horatio shook his head. "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 read momentarily. Oh, and Noah?"
Blair inclined his head. "Yes?"
"Thanks." Blair nodded, and the communication ended.
The captain made eye contact with Avanti. "Commander Gavison and I will see you off, if you please."
The domtarian nodded. "Thank you, sir. Lieutenant MacTavish, you have the bridge."
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Transporter room one - 1820
OOC: any final goodbyes, whatever...
Noah clasped the domtarian's forearm. "I am proud to have served with you. Godspeed, Avanti."
The engineer took his place on the transporter pad. When he had received confirmation from the tech, he nodded. "Energize," he ordered.
Moments later, he was gone.
A short time later, the tech looked up. "Captain, I have a request from the Valmont - three to beam over."
Blair nodded. "That will be fine."
Noah knew that the three would be the CEO, the counselor, and this Doctor Milkens. The lower ranking personnel would come over in larger groups to transporter room two.
Once the three forms had fully materialized, Blair greeted them all. "Commander Waldgrave, Lieutenant Arevaci, Doctor Milkens. I am Captain Blair, this is my executive officer, Commander Gavison. Welcome aboard the USS Discovery."
The captain gestured to a gold-clad petty officer. "Please show the doctor to his quarters." Upon reciving an affirmative, he looked back at the old man. "Doctor, We will be underway presently. My science staff will see to it that your materials are properly taken care of. We shoud reach our destination in four days time."
Once the doctor had left, Blair fixed his gaze on the counselor. "Mister Arevaci, please check in with Doctor White, our chief medical officer. When your schedule permits, drop by my ready room."
He turned to the engineer. "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."
OOC: anyone interject anything if needed.
"Very well," Noah concluded. "Carry on, then."
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 15:20:55.
Edited on 2006-09-28 at 15:25:51 by t_catt11
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