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  1. Yesterday
  2. Dr. Miriam Sepguta

    Star Trek: Destiny S1 Ep01 "Barbarians at the Gate"

    Miriam sat on the edge of her desk in the CMO's office and looked over the medical staff of the USS Destiny sitting in the chairs she had brought in for them. She'd briefly thought about sitting down herself behind the big desk dominating the room but on the spur of the moment had chosen not to. That would suggest a power dynamic she absolutely did not want to start with. If they were going to be a team, and they had to be a good one for the sake of the crew, she would need to set the right tone. She'd even spent the last 20 minutes or so trying to organize her thoughts into a speech like the one her team leader on her last assignment had give to her team on their first day but again decided against it. She'd learned a great deal from that supervisor but hadn't forgotten the best of what she learned came when the Bolian woman had foregone formality and simply talked to her. Miriam hadn't always liked the things she'd been told but had come to respect the other woman's honesty. "Ladies," she began softly, "Doctor Taol's temporary reassignment was logged 24 minutes ago in his medical log. I don't know when he's going to be back but until he is back I want to be sure the one thing he does not have to worry about is whether this crew is being taken care of. I'm not him but over time you're going to get to know me and know I'm here for the same reason he was here; caring for this crew." "It must be pretty amazing though," interrupted the Bajoran petty officer serving as her medtech, her tone more than a little aggressive. "I mean those pips look pretty new and you're taking over as Chief Medical Officer? Good luck replacing Doctor Taol." Thin and tall even when sitting, the nearly hairless Deltan nurse Zoya immediately brought her delicate long fingered hand to her gracefully curved forehead hiding her face as soon as the Bajoran woman began to talk. It was a gesture not unlike what a human would have called a 'face palm' if she'd been human. No gesture was universal even among humanoids but it seemed as if the Deltan had seen this sort of behavior before. The other nurse, a lanky dark blonde haired Trill female named Isk, simply continued to smile while pointedly ignoring the Bajoran's commentary. Miriam hadn't time to review the Bajoran's records but Taol had made a point to let her know what he thought of each member of his team after he'd introduced them to Miriam. The Deltan female was practical and technically competent, had an excellent bedside manner only improved by her racial ability to suppress pain in others even if she were predictably a magnet for the attentions of the crew despite using the pheromone suppressants to alleviate the amorous effects her scent produced. Isk was a species that had been a Federation member for a long time but it was only within the last couple of years Federation scientists realized some of the race formed a symbiotic relationship with a secondary life form found on their planet. Miriam was looking forward to talking with her in-depth about the physical and psychological implications of a being 'joined' including what it was like to have the memories of other lifetimes. More importantly though Isk was an excellent neurologist, a competent scrub nurse and apparently knew more than a little about genetic manipulation despite the Federation ban on genetic augmentation research. That left the Bajoran, Petty Officer third class Seta Nupaye. Small but still taller than Miriam with dark brown hair and the overlapping cartilage pattern down the bridge of the nose that was a genetically dominant trait for Bajorans, who otherwise looked very similar to baseline humans. Taol had been quick to note the enlisted woman could come across as acerbic and confrontational, which Miriam took to mean that would be the case. He'd also noted she was extremely skilled when it came to installing and maintaining the medical equipment of the Destiny. He went so far as to credit Seta for the cutting edge sickbay being up and running as quickly as it was during the shakedown cruise. He hadn't asked Miriam to cut her any slack, had actually backed away from that very quickly when Miriam pressed gently, but was obviously a believer in her abilities. "A couple of points, yah?" Miriam responded, her accent slipping into her words. "Primus; Doctor Taol is temporarily reassigned. I have the title but when he comes back he will take over as Chief Medical Officer again. Secondus," she continued, talking over the Bajoran's response, "In regards to my pips I will reiterate what you might have missed the first time." Enunciating each word with care, as if each syllable were the next cut in a surgical procedure, Miriam carefully articulated her point, "I am here to care for this crew. We are here for this crew. If anyone is not here for the crew please let me know. I will find a place for you. It will be meaningful work but it won't be in sickbay." "Yah? Are we clear ladies?" Miriam asked pointedly looking at Seta. "Yes sir," Seta answered. The expression on her face was one of someone who'd just bitten into something less tasty than she imagined it would be but she seemed willing to modify her behavior and that was all Miriam needed to know. Even though she was focused on Seta, she saw Isk and Zoya nodding in her peripheral vision. "I prefer 'doctor' to rank or being called sir," Miriam corrected gently. "Its one of those things we're going to find out about each other. Like where we're from, what kind of sutures we prefer, and who did what to whom. Things like that." Miriam honestly felt she'd dealt with the potential problem of Seta about as well as was needed and didn't want to single her out more than she had. In private she'd let the Bajoran know the office door was always open, she was expected to speak her mind in private and that Miriam would have the conn officer deliver the Bajoran back to the station by way of a stasis tube fired out of a photon launcher if she ever pulled a stunt like this in public. Miriam took a moment to smile and decided it was time to move it along. "So. We give the care the patient needs. W e do it right the first time. If every one follows those guidelines and I don't think we're going to have any issues." For the next few minutes Miriam explained what she needed each of them to do in order for her to prepare the medical readiness report to submit to the executive officer in the morning. Then she listened to each concern they were willing to bring up about the report, or more generally what the crew needed from the medical department. Unsurprisingly they felt the medical department was understaffed and wanted Miriam to pursue the activation of the emergency medical holographic system at a minimum. Miriam in turn agreed to discuss the matter with the captain and made a note to find out exactly what an 'emergency medical hologram' actually was. Potentially it was related the holographic emitters she'd noticed on the ceiling and walls of sickbay though initially she thought those were for record making. As the meeting broke up Miriam walked around the desk to slide into her seat when she realized Zoya was still in the doorway. "Something else?" Miriam asked, her head cocked while mentally realizing - again - just how much taller the Deltan female was to her own diminutive 157.5 centimeters. "Were you planning on re-certifying my oath of celibacy, Lieutenant, er, doctor," inquired the woman in a voice that would have seemed suggestive in another species but was probably her 'hi mom, I'm doing fine' for a deltan. "Only if you're planning on re-certifying mine." Miriam joked glibly. Seeing the smooth headed woman stare back at her blankly Miriam knew the jest didn't translate. Sighing, she flicked her finger on the computer screen built into her desk and moved from file after file of the crew for a few seconds before elaborating. "I know you have one. Every first year cadet takes the required Introduction to Xenology so knows a Deltan wanting to serve in Starfleet has one. I know there's a real danger involved in sexual relations. I just think its a little disingenuous to require an oath from a Deltan but not one from a Bolian before he swaps spit with a human. Or, I guess, not requiring a full disclosure that relations with a Trill might be described as a ménage à trois. I'll need to ask Isk about that one though." "So, no," Miriam summarized looking up from her desk into Zoya's dark eyes, "I don't need to see your oath of celibacy." "You are going to be fun," Zoya replied with mirthful grin on her lovely face before turning to the door and walking out of the office. What the hell? Miriam shook her head ruefully and realized, not for the first time, she might need to practice holding back just a little bit on the honesty.
  3. Last week
  4. Welcome to the Distant sands of Mars Pbp game. this is our OOC
  5. STARFINDER GM

    OOC: HfH Combat Thread

    round two solanya was missed by all shots fired at her range is still 25 1 fighter was destroyed the cruiser is now visible and at 30 range
  6. Herschwin stormed onto the bridge of his cruiser and strode to where the captain stood watching his crew perform their duties “Why are we not moving captain?” he asked Captain Peel was not altogether thrilled with being placed under this Executor's command but knew better than to show it. “Your pardon Executor, it takes time to undock and get a ship of this size moving. But no worry I have sent fighters to slow them. As long as they are fleeing the fighters they won't be able to submerge into drift space. They won't get away sir.” As if to accentuate the captains words the hulking cruiser finished it's undocking sequence and slowly began to move away from the station. Echo had a wide grin as she burst into Engineering and began adjusting controls. With unearthly precision and speed, she bounced from one console to another, in what could almost have been a dance, if there'd been someone else there. Her drone, Goomba, rolled over to the engine stack and curled its legs to make itself as small as possible, to ensure it wouldn't get underfoot. "Chase scene, eh?" the android said over the intercoms. "What THIS needs is a little more POWER!" With three fingers she shoved the virtual sliders controlling the Solenya's reactor output upwards...ignoring the warnings from the safety protocols she'd just systematically disabled. The sliders went from bright green to a flashing yellow. "Lets see if you can run a race, champ." Evie's Captain's Chair spun about as those on the bridge were avidly tending to their duties, and immediate survival. She still hadn't gotten a shower and was still in her outfit she'd worn for the set... needless to say, she was still not happy. She peered at the holoscreens floating all around her, detailing their pursuers. "Oh, I've bloody well had enough of this. Opening the comms." She pressed a few buttons on the arm of her chair. "Vessels that are in pursuit, you know damn well who this is. Let's cut to the facts, shall we? Your boss made a bad move: he annoyed us. He sent his goons after us and look where they are: dead, with their face in the lap of some well hung devil by now. At the moment, ladies and gentlemen, we're currently annoyed. We were enjoying some drinks, winding down, enjoying an evening. Then you pricks came along and buggered it all up for us." Her face blipped up within each of the cock pits of the pursuing craft. Her eyes were narrowed in an expression of pure malice despite the calm and simple manner with which her sensual lips explained the situation. "We're past games. We're done screwing around. There will be no quarter if you press on. You've seen what we do at annoyed, piss us off and see what we're capable of." Their screens went blank as the beauty blinked out. She killed the comms. "Just like we practiced, people." Her eyes darted about the screens trying to take it all in. "Sunshine, get us out of here. Gorunta, obliterate every son of a bitch that tries to scratch our paint, no warning shots, no disabling. Obliterate. Please piss us off you bastards. I fucking need this right now." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her right leg over her left knee. With the threat of imminent death looming over them, Evanna always knew just how to handle it: with absolute, self-centered nonchalance. "So, drinks are a bust, do you guys wanna, maybe do a movie night or something? After I shower, of course. Gods am I feeling icky... I think it's Sunshine's pick." Sunshine twisted the sticks around, re-configuring the ship into short-range attack mode. Xrays on the sensor holosphere lit up, and her pilot instincts kicked in. Not analyzing flight paths so much as feeling them, with an instinct that went beyond rational thought. She was good at sneaking, good at shooting, but Sunshine was born to be a pilot. The Solanya Spun and cavorted in space as thrusters fired and she realigned herself to take advantage of the pursuing crafts surprise and confusion. This was supposed to be a simple freighter not a warship and these crazies were setting up to fight! “Go to evasion Pattern delta 3, but continue pursuit” commanded the Lead fighter. Avid traveler that he was, Jordayn was woefully inadequate at handling a starship. Still, with everything moving into action, he had made his way to the bridge for the simple expedient that was where most of the rest were. If he couldn't keep the ship running, he could keep the crew running through any bumps and scrapes and stray plasma fire. "Sunshine can pick anything she wants, as long as it is something different. I can't handle watching 'Do Ysoki Dream of Electric Cheese' one more time." "Okay big guy, I'll pick'em out and you light'em up." Jexa said over the comms to Gorunta in his gunner's chair. Swiftly her hands gliding across the console of her station, her fingertips tapping almost like she were playing some sorts of instrument as she accessed the sensors, specifically the targeting sub-routine and looked over the pursuing ships. "Okay. Who's gonna be our bitch?" she said, mostly to herself, as she looked them over and finally singled out a specific fighter, the leader of the flight of Abadarian fighters. On Gorunta's display one of the fighters was suddenly highlighted with all manner of speed and heading data displayed next to it, allowing the computer to assist in building in lead and other targeting functions. "Light'em up." she said said with a satisfied grin. Alarms in the lead fighters cockpit went off, he was target locked! “Freighter my ass.” mumbled the pilot as he began his on evasive manuvers to try and break the lock... Gorunta had not served directly in the navy when he'd been a proud soldier of the Veskarium. A soldier, a fighter. So it was true that he did not have particular ship experience. But a gun was a gun, whether it was a pistol, or a ship-mounted particle beam. Aim and shoot. Admittedly, adjusting for fighters was different than people - but Jexa had conveniently provided targeting information to make up for it. "Thanks, and boom." Particle beams lashed out from the turret the fighter weaved and bobbed but one of the beams connected and the small dart shaped craft vanished in a blaze of actinic light. The other fighters bore on and opened fire as the range closed. Aboard the cruiser which was just moving out of the shadow of the huge station the Executor and the Captain watched the lead fighter explode. “It does not appear that they are fleeing Captain.” Sunshine, Evie, and Jexa all saw the bulk of the cruiser pulling away from the station at the same time. Jordayn would have seen it too but his attention was drawn to the Felinoid, Clevus who slipped into the control room at the same time despite being told to remain in the lounge.
  7. Starfleet Command

    Star Trek: Destiny S1 Ep01 "Barbarians at the Gate"

    The Destiny was a hive of activity as the new crew were taken aboard and they found their places and their stations. Supplies and fuel were being taken on as well but it all paused when the Maraval went under power and left the station. All eyes both old and new, for by now all of the new crew had heard what had happened, watched in silence as the Maraval majesticly sailed throught he huge station doors out into the void beyond, carrying the fallen. On the bridge Captain Raymer frowned as the doors closed cutting off the view of the Maraval. She should be bringing them home, Destiny should be carrying her fallen not someone else. “Captain?” Ensign Parks, one of the new arrivals spoke softly causing Raymer to look away from the screen at the young... officer. “Yes?” “I have Captain Zhao on comms he wishes to speak with you.” Raymer glances at the screen and the now fully closed Dock doors. “Send it to my ready room.” Destiny's captain sat down at her desk and straightened her uniform, then answered the comms. “Capt, Zhao, how can I be of service.” Zhao Gui was a handsome human male of Asian descent with a very nice smile and easy going manner. He was displaying that smile now. “Purely a social call captain. I wanted to extend my condolences again and invite you and your new officers to dinner this evening.” “I see, I was hoping you might have an assignment for us. I wish to get underway as soon as we finish resupply. We are eager to get back to work.” Said Raymer a little too stiffly. Zhao's smile fell a bit before returning. “About that. I was thinking Since Destiny is assigned here at DS3-9, I am cc'd on crew assignments. I know you got a very inexperienced set of replacement officers and well under the circumstances I was thinking that the Destiny could spend a little time locally while you work up the new crew. Alaska will be coming in in a couple of weeks perhaps we can exchange a few of your inexperienced officers for some of those on Alaska. Captain Hagen has a few that are up for promotion plus your new first officer, Commander Shann should be here by then as well.” Raymer had a lot of emotions running through her head and she was glad LT Batim was not present. “As you wish Captain, is there anything else?” “No captain, nothing else for now.” "Then we shall see you this evening, Raymer out."
  8. Jordayn

    OOC: HfH Combat Thread

    No Phase/Any Phase (Jordayn has no skills applicable to ship combat, save for some uses of Diplomacy, but a ship can only have one Captain and Evana looks better in the Captain's chair) Fluff Avid traveler that he was, Jordayn was woefully inadequate at handling a starship. Still, with everything moving into action, he made his to the bridge for the simple expedient that was where most of the rest were. If he couldn't keep the ship running, he could keep the crew running through any bumps and scrapes and stray plasma fire. "Sunshine can pick anything they want, as long as it is something different. I can't handle watching 'Do Ysoki Dream of Electric Cheese' one more time."
  9. Lt Anjala Batim

    Star Trek: Destiny S1 Ep01 "Barbarians at the Gate"

    Anjala nodded, returning the smile. "If I wanted rest, I'd be back on Earth. Roberts, huh? All right. Lets see what we can do to keep him busy and out of trouble. Thanks for the orientation. Now I've got bunch of work to get started on so I'd better get started." She gave Jack something that was halfway between a salute and a good-bye wave, then headed for her new office. She wanted to meet the department heads, but they'd probably be too busy to yank into a conference room, so she'd probably have to go where they were. Then there was a lot of reading schedules and rosters and stock levels and logs to get herself up to speed. That office was probably going to be her home for awhile now...
  10. "My vote is that we keep going. If there is something or someone watching us, so be it. Stay on guard. We're armed and there's damn little else we can do but continue on." Abel was in no mood to stop, he wanted to get answers, because the future depended on them. Still he made a quick check of the revolver he carried. "They're pretty good if they're able to keep horses down, and quiet like this though." He frowned as he looked around. Before there'd been damn little that could hide from him, or Sean, and yet that was then and this was now. Going forward was the only real option he saw, because it might help him deal with all the memories, and the voices in his head.
  11. "I say screw 'em. They can come out and make friends like sane people after the brain trust confirms whether or not there's anything to find at the reactor. Besides, if we were the thing's last cpus like you said, there's a chance it could be breaking down for good now that we're out and about," Jeane replied with a shake of her head, "The people'll keep a few more hours. Heck, once night falls, we can make a nice fire to invite 'em to see us." She scanned their surroundings, smiling that predator's false smile on her face, one hand thumbing her improvised axe.
  12. Lilly crouched by the horse droppings, inspecting them for a moment before lifting her gaze to look around for a few moments as she thought her dad, or at least who she remembered as her dad, and the hunting trips they would take where he thought her how to hunt, track, navigate and generally survive. She could also remember serving as a Park Ranger in Glacier National Park and other places, and even being an Army Ranger. Time and again she learned these skills and always enjoyed her time outdoors. She cut her reverie short though and sighed, focusing on the hear and now. She motioned to the others to get close around her as she rose up, glancing around casually. "These horse droppings are really fresh, probably more like under half an hour old." she said just loud enough for the others to hear. "There are also at least three sets of horse tracks I can pick out. They cross the train tracks and head into the ruins, away from the tracks. Now they are unshod too, but I am pretty damned sure that they are not wild horses though." she pointed out, continuing to speak low and soft. "Why do you think that?" Kia whispered curiously. "Look around. There's no big foliage, or high cover here. Just broken cement slabs, tiny bits of crumbling walls and skeletons of cars, no where near enough to conceal a person without crouching, so there's sure as hell not enough to conceal a standing horse, much less three. So that means they are laying down." she pointed out, noting the terrain as she softly spoke. "Yeah, there a few reasons why they might lay down, but given the situation, terrain and relative time of day, none of them fit. So if we are not seeing them it means they are being made to lay down. And that means they are trained and have riders, stealthy ones at that." Lilly explained. "Also, have any of you had the feeling we're being watched for a bit now? I sure have." she mentioned, glancing around casually. "Now, with our strength and athleticism we can pull off a cheerleader pyramid to get a higher vantage point to look around. It'll mean we'll be the tallest thing around here and easily spotted, but we might spot them horses and riders, even laying down." she said with a shrug. "Or we can follow the horse tracks and hope it does not lead into an ambush, which I think it probably better than 50% chance. Either way, if there are people and horses, that means they have food and water, and maybe some answers." she suggested as she looked from one friend to the other. "Or we ignore them, keep our guard up, and keep going as we were. No matter what we do, keep weapons ready and stay alert." she cautioned. "So what do you want to do?" she asked.
  13. Jack Cutter

    Star Trek: Destiny S1 Ep01 "Barbarians at the Gate"

    "Most are hopeful ma'am. They're the ones still breathin' after all. Survivors feel guilt, sure, but there's relief too," Jack replied laconically. Anjala could feel Jack's familiarity with being a survivor. "The ones that lost good friends or mates, they're hurting yet, but with others sufferin' the same, they'll put up a good front." The tall man sighed, fine lines at the corners of his eyes deepening. "It's cadet Roberts I'm worried 'bout, and you should too, ma'am. We had several on their cadet cruise and lost every one save Roberts to the damnable spores. Add to that th'arrival of several high-scorin' ensigns - some jumped to department heads even - who were cadets the last time he saw 'em... He feels like he failed his cadet cruise, through no fault of his own, yet it was his baptism by fire too, somethin' he feels the new ensigns haven't endured." Jack leaned back on a smoothly curving bulkhead, arms crossed. "Depression and resentment is a brewin' in 'im and that's a sure thing, ma'am. Don't think he''ll break, but seems to me he''ll be more likely to take risks, to push beyond his abilities to prove himself the equals of those he still see as peers. Or to deny or run away from the hurt he's still feelin'. Somethin' else to keep an eye on, ma'am." He grinned wryly. "No rest for the officers on this ship, not for the time being."
  14. Rachel Cooper

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Rachel had opened her mouth to reply then shut it and looked at Nadya as she...snuggled with Niles. "Niley, Nadya, for real?" She leaned down closer to the crazy girl and asked "Are you on something?"
  15. They walked in silence each of them alert but lost in their own thoughts, they also, except for Kia and Abel, walked alone. They past through the rusted remains of a galvanized chain link fence the way was dusty and cold. The suits surprisingly kept them warm. As the marched on toward the city it was Lilly and Jeane who first felt the odd sensation of being watched, it was shortly after that that Lilly came across fresh horse droppings and hoof prints crossing the tracks. She motioned for them to pause and get down. The droppings were fresh. She looked around they were in what would have been a residential area of wood and mortar houses complete with green grass lawns and swing sets in the backyards. Today it was a wasteland the rail tracks ran behind a row of once houses that were now nothing more than concrete slabs cracked and broken lined by the collapsed remains of walls and roofs. The street beyond a dust covered and empty thoroughfare. There were a few cars now just metal skeletons lining curbs or parked in the drives ways of ruined homes. Lilly counted at least three sets of prints in the dust, unshod, she could tell from the tracks. The tracks led off through the ruins away from the direction they were going as they followed the tracks. The fallen houses would give no real cover and wouldn't hide a horse The thought that they could be wild horses crossed her mind but she just as quickly discarded that idea. She motioned everyone to join her and explained what she had found.
  16. Nadya Lunălescu

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "Give me min, Noodles, Rae-Rae needs me," Nadya cooed, booping Niles on the nose with a finger instead of Twinkie cream. Reluctantly, Nadya peeled her gaze from Niles's eyes, eyes like warm, molten chocolate and looked up at Rachel with a mischievous smirk and a twinkle in her silver-grey eyes. Rachel blinked, somewhat disconcerted at suddenly seeing the Nadya she was used to rather than this new Nadya who was... whatever she was. "Finders, keepers, Rache," Nadya teased, slipping out from under Rachel's hand and tipping her chair back on two legs, stretching out heeled boots crossed at the ankle on another abandoned chair. Seeing Rachel's glower, Nadya's grin widened, even as she quickly continued. "But I'm not greedy," she said, without a great deal of truthfulness, "I don't need a second pair of tickets. I'm willing to trade." She chuckled at Rachel's dumbfounded disgruntlement as she reached into her satchel and pulled out a pair of tickets. Whole tickets. Rachel had to look close to see the clear tape that joined the tickets, their ripped ends matched up perfectly. "For what?" Rachel grumbled suspiciously. "Two things," Nadya said with blithe cheerfulness. "One, you have to go to the dance." "Can't. Grounded," Rachel ground out through a clenched jaw. "Pshaw!" Nadya waved the tickets between her fingers dismissively. "I know that. So what? Go anyway. The ticket will net you a slamming dress at least. What're your dads gonna do? Double ground you? Take two weeks instead of one, or the tanning, if your dads swing that way. Do what you want, and pay for it." Or not, if you can get away with it... "That's one thing." Rachel's nostrils flared with the effort of suppressing the need to throttle Nadya. The one was beyond bizarre, but 'regular' Nadya could be infuriating. "What's the other?" "You have to tell me who you're going with? Who's your plus-one on the ticket to get the Cinderalla treatment." Nadya reached around and hugged Niles with an arm that held surprising strength, almost lifting him out of his chair. Her smile showed teeth in a Cheshire grin. "I found my sweetums' in Niley here, surely you have your eyes on someone. I mean, it's Billy, I'm sure, but I want to hear you say it. Say it and agree on the other, and we have a deal."
  17. Dr. Miriam Sepguta

    Star Trek: Destiny S1 Ep01 "Barbarians at the Gate"

    Dismissed by the Captain, Miriam fell in behind the doctor she would be replacing as he exited the conference room and walked onto the bridge. Rather than following the curve of the layout counter-clockwise to the turbo lift, he walked directly to the center of the bridge and motioned his relief to take a seat in the first of the set of three chairs mounted there. The middle was the captain's chair of course while the seat to the captain's right would be used by the first officer now Lt. Batim. The third, in Miriam's experience, could be used for visiting dignitaries or specialists observing bridge operations. "That's my seat," Taol announced quietly as the others made their way from the brief to the turbo lift, passing on the other side of railing separating the chairs from all bridge stations except the ops and conn positions. "Or rather it was was my seat," he added with emphasis on the word 'was'. Miriam said nothing and watched the older man as he looked over her head watching the others depart. Miriam heard the turbo lift doors open and close then open again as the next lift came to ferry the last of the officers off the bridge. The captain and Anjala, or rather the captain and the XO, were still in the conference discussing whatever command officers needed to talk about but everyone else had filed off the bridge leaving only Miriam, Dr. Taol and the operations cadet who was still on watch. When the turbo lift doors closed a second time taking the last of the new arrivals away, Taol turned his attention to her. "If you pull that screen up I already have the medical authorizations ready to be transferred to you," he said still keeping his voice low. "Then we can talk about whatever you want to talk about." Pulling the console from its stowed position next to the chair Miriam saw it was already locked with Taol's authorization. "I'll need ...", she began but he was already ahead of her and reached over the console to tap in his code. It was such a strange thing to be intimidated by and yet she had to admit she was a little intimidated. He was so familiar with the console he could enter his codes upside down without even pausing. With the console unlocked she saw he'd prepared the transfer of authorizations for everything from the medical tissue and drug replication systems, to the chemical stores that contained biomimetic gels as well as Trianoline and access to all medical and counseling records. "What kind of relationship do you maintain with ship's counselor?" Miriam asked, biting her lower lip as she began to accept the authorizations Taol had prepared for her. Counselors were an interesting situations for medical personnel in that they were nominally assigned to the medical department but did not report to the Chief Medical Officer. It was one of the things on her mental turnover list she wanted to check off hopefully by Taol telling her how great the counselor was. "In the past" he responded dryly, "our relationship was professionally courteous. Now its just professional." Not understanding, Miriam looked up from the console to see the stone mask that had slipped over his face as he continued to look over her head with that slightly unfocused look that told her whatever he was he was seeing was for his eyes alone. Intellect and imagination were powerful combinations but definitely a two edged sword in that it could work against the possessor as easily as for if a person allowed it. This was something Miriam knew well from her own experiences. The captain had said the command staff had been affected by the spores and that group would have included the ship's counselor. So he or she was in medical stasis with the rest of the command staff, Miriam put together mentally. Which meant there'd been no ship's counselor to assist the crew with dealing with what had happened and the loss the crew had experienced. "I'm sorry," Miriam temporized as she finished up the transfer of authority. She wanted to tell him it would be okay. Starfleet Medical would do everything in their power to treat the victims and restore them to health but he must know that already. And had probably already assessed the likelihood any of those people that had been his friends and coworkers would recover let alone return to duty. Despite not yet having seen the medical records Miriam honestly felt no one could have foreseen what had happened to the crew. No predictive model, none she was aware of, could have ascertained the effect on the spores caused by the reinforcement of the subspace harmonics though she was less certain it was impossible to predict the subsequent effect those spores would then have on the crew. He might very well have spent his waking moments since the tragedy second guessing every tick of the clock it took to realize there was a problem then to take decisive action. Medical stasis would not have been the immediate response to the situation the Captain described so and the neurological crystallization wouldn't have been immediately evident. "Finished," she announced and pushed the console back into the standby position alongside the chair. "If you have time I'd like to be introduced to your medical staff. Other than that I'm open to advice." "Or anything you might want to talk about," she added. "Introductions I can do," the older doctor responded a little gruffly, ignoring the implied offer of someone to talk with. Rising from the chair Miriam followed, hands clasped behind her back, as he led the way to turbo lift while describing his, shortly to be her, medical team. "You have a three member team," he explained as they entered the turbo lift. "2 nurses and a med tech. Computer: Sickbay." The closing of the turbo lift doors ended the conversation on the bridge leaving the operations cadet alone with the low level beeps and chimes of the consoles to keep him company.
  18. one thing to keep in mind aboutthis game and make no mistakes... your characters may not be evil but you are monsters, it will be an adult game there will be adult themes and there will be violence and I hope horror. It is also a game that by it's very nature will be antagonistic. these characters do not and probably will not like eachother simple due to their natures will not play well with others and will often be at odds with one another. at least as it concerns cross factions. doesnt mean you will try to kill each other on sight there are rules in place to prevent that as i will explain when i get to doing the setting posts.
  19. Dan Hawkins will likely be my PC for this. Born and raised Swamper, though I may look at having him work for the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries.
  20. Gonna reboot Darrik, I think. To honor the origins of the character.
  21. So, you've all tossed your hats in the ring, what are we looking at as far as concepts? We don't need character creation rules to discuss who your character is/was before the game got started. So? What're we looking at?
  22. to let y'all know where we stand Vampires - Dave, Max, possibly Noir? Werewolves - Justin, Jeane, Kao Witches - Jer, possibly Noir ? Sean?
  23. Sure, I'll toss in a werewolf to keep Justin and Kaoleth company. Packmates gotta be packmates.
  24. okies will begin setting it up same premise
  25. Jeremy Noctis

    John Carter of Mars

    If Noir's in, I'm in. Same premise or change is fine.
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