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Topic: Paranoia: Commies Q&A
Subject:


Nah, you're good.  I'm going to let Eol post, then I'm going ahead.



Posted on 2018-10-02 at 13:58:54.

Topic: Paranoia: Commies Q&A
Subject: ouch


Onlt two posts in a week?


Eol has promied me a post, as has elixir_often. 

Bud?  Keeper?



Posted on 2018-10-02 at 11:01:26.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: okay


Makes sense.



Posted on 2018-10-02 at 11:00:00.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: oakily dokeliy


Post is up for inspector Kithran.



Posted on 2018-10-01 at 16:56:49.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: digging...


Kithran takes her time to examine the scene.  There is no doubt that the violence done here had something to do with the disarray - but there is no reasonable way to think that it had to do with all of it.  Unless, of course, you buy the theory that the wizard was emptying his junk drawer in the face of the undead as a means to prevent their attack.

No, it is clear that the house was ransacked after the right, after the death.  There are footprints that track blood and gore all over the house, but the majority of them (and the majority of the char) lie under the debris, as if the papers and items were scattered after the fight - not before or during.

As for the bed; Kithran is likely no counissuer of urine, but the bed does smell particularly fetid, and the puddle and stains are mostly around the pillow and head area of the bed.  This was an act of defcacement, not some byproduct of the fight.

As for the debris itself - it seems of little value or consequence overall.  There are no coins, no gems, nothing of notable value.  Much of the parchment is singed, outright burned, or otherwise obscured.. almost as if someone made a systematic effort to ensure that this man's thoughts were not left for posterity.

In depth investogation reveals that the mage apparently had an interest in cults of some sort; he makes more than once reference to a "death cult" in his notes or letters, though it is difficult to find any detail in the damaged writings.  He also speaks of "the ritual", or "the rituals" in many places, though it is unclaer if they are tied to any cult in any manner.   A fina; frequent term is "anchor", though what it might mean is anyone's guess.



Posted on 2018-10-01 at 16:56:01.

Topic: Star Trek: The Fallen Star Recruitment
Subject: agreed


Reralae is one of the best players and writers on this site.  I have no doubt that this game will be a roaring success.

I'm running three games right now, myself (including another Trek game), but I would be interested in taking a junior officer or enlisted role, just to do a little behind the scenes type helping.



Posted on 2018-10-01 at 12:24:25.

Topic: Hi, I'm Charra!
Subject:


Welcome to the Inn!



Posted on 2018-10-01 at 10:13:36.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Bruh,


No worries.  I seldom post on weekends, myself... and I'm out of town. 



Posted on 2018-09-28 at 22:49:49.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: my, my...


The plot thickens...



Posted on 2018-09-28 at 16:53:30.

Topic: Grugg's Charity Run
Subject: ya'll support the Gruggle


The window for fundraising is about to close!



Posted on 2018-09-28 at 12:36:30.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: hope?


For the first time in days, Drake has a glimmer of hope...



Posted on 2018-09-28 at 10:47:38.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: what, indeed?


Stardate 2365.02.13
Starbase 118, Drake's Quarters - 18:06

The Admiral's words hung heavy in the air, and though the man's words were not unkind, they seemed difficult for Silas to get his head around. 

Dumbly, he sputtered in response.  "Sir?"

The Admiral sighed and shook his head slowly.  "At ease, Commander... have a seat." 

As Drake carefully accepted the offer, the Admiral continued.  "Do you have the slightest idea of just how much of a pain in my ass you have become?  Jacobs has been in contact with Starfleet Command nonstop for the past three days.  All sorts of charges are coming your way - surely you are aware of that?"

Silas nodded carefully.  "Yes, sir.  I expected as such."

The older man seemed satisfied with that.  "That, in and of itself, is going to be an enormous mess.  The inquiry, the Court Martial..."

I guess that makes it official, Drake silently mused.

"...and all of that is bad enough," the Admiral groused, "but what am I supposed to do about all of THIS?" he demanded, gesturing at the viewscreen. 

Silas continued to feel foolish, like some joke had been shared with everyone in a crowded room but him.  "Sir?" he inquired.

The older man fixed Silas with an incredulous stare for a moment.  "You don't mean to tell me... you actually don't know, do you?"  Bizarrely, the Admiral began to chuckle.  "I suppose that you haven't paid attention to the newsvids, eh?  Well, congratulations, Commander... according to the public, you're a frilling hero." 

The Admiral gestured, and the broadcast changed to a different provider.  Two women - one human, one Vulcan - debated one another earnestly.  Silas couldn't seem to focus on their conversation, but the title at the bottom of the screen caught his eye: "COMMANDER DRAKE - HERO OF THE PEOPLE, ENEMY OF THE STATE?"

Drake’s mouth opened, then closed without a sound.  Finally, he found his voice.  "Sir, I don't understand."

The Admiral chuckled dryly.  "Someone - I have it on good authority that it was a highly placed Kuldarian diplomat - apparently decided to sing your praises to the news media.  How you went far beyond the edge of duty to save lives, to save their peace process.  Governmental officials for the Rytain say nearly the exact same thing.  The story has spread like wildfire, how a generations old conflict ended because of the actions of a Federation warship in stopping a terrorist plot, how her maverick Captain ignored regulations to save the day."

Silas stayed completely silent as the Admiral spoke.

"There is holo footage of the Peregrine firing on the Coronado.  There are those in Starfleet Command who are ready to fit you for a noose right now.  And yet... how does one hang a hero?"  The older man pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb.  "Like I said, Commander, you have become an amazing pain in my ass."

Drake cleared his throat.  "Sir, if I may, it must be clear that my officers were only carrying out my direct orders.  I am solely..."

The Admiral cut him off.  "Don't be ridiculous, Drake!  Of course they were following orders!  No one with a shred of common sense thinks for a moment that some two pip Looey took it upon himself to fire on a Federation vessel!  This sits at your doorstep alone."

Silas nodded.  "I understand, sir.  I am prepared to accept the consequences of..."

Again, he was cut off.  "Commander, be silent.  I want to ask you some questions.  You will answer me with complete, unvarnished truth in all cases.  If I decide that you are holding back details, that you are attempting to place a positive spin on any aspect - let alone, that you are lying - then my time with you here is done.  This is not an official interrogation, mind you - but your words do matter.  Do I have your word that you will be truthful?"

Silas nodded.  What could he possibly have to lose?  "Aye, sir.  I will not hold anything back."

The gray haired Admiral nodded.  "Very well. 

Did you disobey a direct order from Captain Jacobs and abandon the ordered attack run?”

Silas nodded. “Yes sir, I did. I had compelling evidence to suggest that the Kuldar were not behind the attack, as Captain Jacobs believed.”

The next question came. “Did you remove Captain Jacobs as commanding officer of the battle group under threat of force?”

Silas nodded. “Yes sir, I did. His actions were jeopardizing the peace process. An attack against an innocent party would have ended all peace negotiations.”

The questions kept coming. “Did you later fire on the USS Coronado, fully aware of the fact that this was a Federation vessel that you were targeting?”

Again, Silas nodded. “Yes sir, I did. Captain Jacobs refused to break off his attack. I took down his shields to get his attention.”

The Admiral arched an eyebrow. “Did you threaten to cause loss of Federation life aboard the USS Coronado, unless Captain Jacobs relinquished command of his vessel?”

Silas had no choice but to agree. “Yes sir, I did. Captain Jacobs chose to retaliate, and had I not threatened to disable his vessel, he would have done so – or worse - to mine.”

But the questions were not over. “Did you threaten neutral alien fleets – fleets representing the very governments whose peace you were supposed to be brokering – with destruction if they failed to comply with your instructions?”

The room seemed to draw in close around Drake as he answered. “Yes sir, I did. The fleets were taking hostile positions, and the peace summit would have ended had they began shooting at one another.”

The Admiral shook his head. “So you threatened to kill them instead. Did you also arrest the head Ambassador of a foreign power at a peace summit that you were supposed to protect?”

A rueful grin touched at Drake’s mouth. “I did, indeed. I had evidence that the Ambassador was aligned with the terrorists, but he was otherwise untouchable. So I invoked plenipotentiary powers and declared him a threat to operational security, had him arrested and held for his crimes against his own people. And yes, I did follow up and threaten the representatives of both governments when they attempted to abandon the summit.”

The Admiral stared at Silas for several agonizingly long moments with an unreadable expression.

“These could all be interpreted as very serious – even capital – crimes," the Admiral observed. Silas nodded, knowing as much. “As I already told you, there will be an official inquiry, and I see no way that there will not be a formal Court Martial; there is simply no way for Starfleet to look the other way, no matter what the newsvids might be saying. Commander Drake,” the older man continued, “I do have one final question,” he stated. “I’d like to know how, exactly, you fit them in.”

Silas blinked, feeling rather stupid. “Fit what, sir?”

The older man actually laughed. “Son, how exactly do you manage to fit those enormous brass balls of yours inside of regulation uniform trousers?”

For the first time in days, Silas began to wonder if there might be some improbable way out of this as the Admiral continued to chortle over the idea of a Commander invoking plenipotentiary powers.



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 17:20:27.
Edited on 2018-09-27 at 17:45:55 by t_catt11

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: nope


Cedric is asleep at the Inn. 



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 16:45:42.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: heyyyyyy


Brom, I read your post when you first submitted.  You added, like, twice as much to it! 

**continues happy reading**



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 16:06:33.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject:


This is all making me excited for what it to come.

Another post concerning Drake's fate is in the works right now...



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 16:04:23.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Glad your mom is doing okay.

Yay posts!

I would expect that Kith and Midge would be best equipped to look for anything useful here.



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 15:46:34.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: yeah


Whoever trashed the place was pretty gross.



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 14:26:42.

Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: haha


I see eight people!



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 14:26:03.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: see?


And you guys acted like this was a deathtrap or something. 



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 12:51:50.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: Athandar isn't home...


Cautiosly, Arancon pushes the door open.  It quickly becomes apparent that Athandar isn't going to object to a lare cat man barging into his home; the mage will never object to anything again, as a matter of fact.

The corpse of middle aged human man dressed in blue robes lies on the floor here.  His long gray beard is matted with blood, his eyes are fixed and cloudy.  The man's stomach has been torn open, and by the looks of it, most of the contents of his abdomen are missing.  His throat is likewise opened; the majority of the neck is missing, with the head barely remaining connected in any manner to the body.  Several of his fingers appear to be missing, and there are multiple other random chunks of flesh gone, with obvious bite marks around them. 

His body is not alone; several zombies lie scattered around the room, as well.

This was once a cozy little home.  The interior is now largely ruined; every surface is charred, and black soot drifts around the room.   On top of that, it appears that the house has been ransacked; the furniture is turned over, papers and odd belongings (or what is left of them) are scattered haphazardly. 

There is a second room, a simple bedchamber; the charring is not as extensive here, though it is clear that a flash fire rushed through the doorway at some point.  The bed itself is ripped open, feathers are spilled from the pillow and scattered around the room.  This room itself stinks of urine, with the smell seeming to be concentrated at the bed.  This room is also ransacked, with items strewn haphazardly about. 



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 09:59:35.
Edited on 2018-09-27 at 10:03:19 by t_catt11

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Recruitment
Subject: wow


The response has been something else!  Let me shoot you a PM, Avrielle.



Posted on 2018-09-27 at 09:24:28.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: awesome


I think you nailed the voice quite well.  And hey.. she's YOUR character now. 



Posted on 2018-09-26 at 23:18:58.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yup yup yup


Got a post up, myself.  As I shared with Eol, I've been looing forward to this closing for... oh, about two years. 



Posted on 2018-09-26 at 18:03:08.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: the beginning of the end


Stardate 2365.02.13
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 17:35

"Captain," Lieutenant Lasad spoke, "Starbase 118 has given us clearance to dock."

Finally, Drake mused.  It hadn't been lost on him that clearance had first been given to the Coronado some two hours ago.  The tiniest ghost of a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he considered that this all should have happened hours ago; apparently, someone had felt that some course and velocity changes were in order.  Jacobs was surely seething even more than usual.

"Very well," Silas spoke, looking around the bridge of the frigate for what felt utterly certain would be his final time to do so.  "Commander Zai, please complete docking procedures." 

In short order, it was done.  Almost immediately thereafter, Lasad spoke up again.  "Captain, we've been hailed again.  Commander Jennings has requested that you and Commander Zai meet with him at once."

No surprise there, Silas mused.  "Understood," he responded.  With a final glance around the bridge, Drake stood.  "Mister Lasad, you have the conn."  With that, he exited toward the turbolift.

------------------------------------------------

In the turbolift, Drake let his thoughts wander.  He had called a final dinner in the Officer's Mess the night before, but the mood had been somber - undoubtedly brought down by his own state of mind.  For a moment, his thoughts drifted to the nightmare, and a shiver ran down his spine. 

He elected to skip deck two; he had already packed up his meager personal possessions from both his cabin and ready room.  He would not bring the duffels and boxes at this point, thought surely someone else would handle his personal effects once he was in custody. 

Silas found himself desperately hoping that they would not replace Tochi as XO once he had himself been removed.  The Trill had such an excellent rapport with the crew; he would be invaluable to smoothing the transition for the next CO of the Peregrine.  Whether he believed it or not, the Helmsman would make a fine Captain himself... assuming his future commanding officers managed to stay on the right side of the regs.

All too soon, the pair found themselves on the gantry, with a small party waiting for their arrival.  Glancing at his companion, Silas spoke quiety.  "Thank you again, Tochi.  For everything.  May the wind forever be at your back."

And then, the time had arrived.  "Commander Silas Drake," spoke a red-uniformed human Captain with wavy black hair.  "I'm Captain Richards, in command of Starbase 118."  In his hand, he offered a PADD.  "I have orders from Admiralty.  You are hereby relieved of command of the USS Peregrine; your first officer, Lieutenant... er, Commander Zai is nominally in charge for the time being."  Three officers in Security gold stood behind him, and he glanced at Tochi.  "Commander, the Peregrine is ordered to undergo repair and refit at this time; please see to it that this is handled."

OOC: assuming Tochi complies..

As Richards spoke, Drake noticed that there was another small knot of people standing nearby.  One wore a blank expression and the gold of Security; the others were dressed in civillian attire, and seemed to be paying great attention to the conversation that Silas and the station brass were having.  One or two were speaking into recording devices.

"Commander Drake," Richards continued, I'm afraid that I have to ask you to come with us.  As he spoke, a sandy-haired human that Silas recognized as Commander Jennings, the station Security chief, strode toward him. 

Silas nodded.  "Of course, Captain."  As he spoke, Drake raised his wrists together in front of him.  "I am unarmed; I checked my sidearm in to the ship's armory already."

As Jennings reached for Silas, binders in hand, Richards cut his eyes at the group of civilians and spoke tersely.  "That will not be necessary, Jennings.  Put those away!"

The Security chief looked disappointed, but followed orders, instead grabbing Drake's left arm.  "Come with me, sir," he spat, but a loaded look from Richards caused him to drop his grip.  Silas fell in, with Richards and Jennings on either side, and the two officers behind.  As they walked away from the ship, Drake could pick up a snippet of the civilians' speech.

"....as they are now leading Commander Drake away..."

------------------------------------------------

The lack of solid sleep had started to get to him; Drake could have sworn that everyone’s eyes were on him as he was led through the Starbase corridors. At one point, the group walked through a common area, and he could have sworn that the holovids were broadcasting news items related to the Gamera peace summit. He even thought once that he heard his name mentioned, but when he looked up, all he could see was the greenish shape of the planet as the backdrop to Gamera station.

Drake was surprised to find himself being led down what felt like a residential hallway, as opposed to his expected destination of the Station brig. Soon enough, they were in front of a nondescript hatch.

“Commander, these will be your quarters for the time being, “Richards spoke. “You are under house arrest. Security will be stationed in this corridor; please do not attempt to leave your quarters without proper authorization. I will see to it that your effects are delivered to you within a timely manner.”

Confused at the turn of events, Drake stepped inside the apartment, and the hatch whooshed closed behind him.

Inside was a reasonably spacious suite, with a bed, a desk, and both a private head and personal replicator. A viewscreen was on the far wall, and was turned on to the FNN broadcast… and footage playing, showing himself being led away from the Peregrine. At the bottom of the display was bold white text with the caption, “DRAKE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY”, along with scrolling text beneath that raised pointed questions about the event.

As focused as he was on trying to make sense of the meaning of the holovid, Silas completely overlooked the wiry older man in the chair near the viewscreen until the latter took his feet.

Momentarily, Silas found himself face to face with a Vice Admiral. As Drake started to salute, the man sighed and shook his head. “Commander Silas Drake. What in the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
 



Posted on 2018-09-26 at 17:46:37.
Edited on 2018-09-26 at 23:37:58 by t_catt11

Topic: Dreamsynthesis
Subject: whaaa??


It's.... it's... it's... RERALAE!!!!

**happy dance for far too long**

So great to see you!  Thanks for sharing the awesome creative efforts, too!



Posted on 2018-09-26 at 13:09:45.

 
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