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Topics in this digest:
1. [Vampire-WW] Deal
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. USS Capricorn: Rounds, in a larger sense...
From: Josh Turnof <josh@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [USS-Calypso] Aboard the Station
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. NRPG: Battle Assignments
From: "Katrina Gischer" <kgischer@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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5. Re: [DL-J] NRPG: Battle Assignments
From: "Andrew F." <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 12:24:34 -0700
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Vampire-WW] Deal
Scene: Bayou, on the outskirts of the city, Night 9
Markus du Champs scowled, picking his way through the damp woods as
carefully as he could. He knew he should not have worn his good
clothes.
Damn Armande, for sulking away the years in the middle of nowhere.
Could he
not have done as many goths did, and wallow away in some café or
other?
No matter, the prize was worth the price of the clothes. It was worth
a
hundred such suits. A thousand.
The ramshackle cabin rose up out of the swamp as if it were a natural
outgrowth. The hut was silent, and dark. Markus paused outside,
looking
intently at the door, and the shutterless window beside it. Trapped,
of
course, with mystical incantations. Armande was never in the mood for
visitors.
"Armande!" Markus called out. "It is Markus, I would speak with you."
Silence followed his words. Even the creatures of the night seemed to
avoid
this area, and the quiet was disconcerting.
"Armande! I know you are here."
"Away with you, Markus, I have nothing to say to you." A voice
answered back
from inside the shack.
Markus grinned. "Ah, but I have something to say to you, and an offer.
You
know I would not have come if I knew you would not want to hear it. I
have
more important uses of my time."
It took a while, but eventually the door opened. "Speak, then, and be
gone
with you." Armande said, staying in the shadows.
"First, I would know if you remember this person." He proffered a
photograph
to the other Tremere, and though the only source of light was by the
moon,
and that nearly blocked by the trees, both could see the photo in
perfect
clarity.
Armande growled at the sight. "Of course I know her! Why do you dredge
up
such pain for me? If you have come to see me suffer, I shall repay
that a
hundred-fold." He stalked towards Markus.
"It is not want to dredge up the past, but to give you a future,
Armande.
That girl is not dead, but is perfectly alive and well."
"What?!" Armande exclaimed. "Do not toy with me. Primogen or no, I
will see
you burn if what you say is untrue."
"No more threats, now." Markus said coolly, and Armande, after a
moment,
backed away. "There is a price, of course, for this."
Armande's eyes remained fixed on the photograph. "What you say ... is
it
true?"
Markus ignored the question. "Your vote on the Council, and she is
yours."
"Yes, anything. Tell me about her. Where is she?"
Markus raised a manilla folder, but kept it from Armande's grasp.
"Your
sigil first."
Armande fumbled under his shirt, and pulled off the pendant he had
carried
around his neck. He thrust the symbol into Markus' open hand. "There.
Now
give me the information."
Markus smiled widely, staring at his own prize as he held out the
folder,
not even registering the snap as Armande snatched it away. He turned
and
took a few steps before turning. "I would suggest you return to your
former
abode ... I doubt she will be very impressed with this place."
With another smile, Markus safely tucked away the symbol, and made his
way
back to civilization.
NRPG: More background plotting.
Chris, aka Markus du Champs, Primogen of Clan Tremere, and Armande,
Ancilla
of Clan Tremere
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 16:41:57 -0400
From: Josh Turnof <josh@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: USS Capricorn: Rounds, in a larger sense...
MD 1:1030
<snip from Carinaıs ³History and Paranoia²>
"I know you'll be careful, Sir, but I just wanted to say my piece. And
...."
she levelled her uncanny gaze at him again, "if you *do* manage to get
some
of the information they've been keeping from me all these years, I'd
*really* like to know."
<end snip>
Avi leaned back in his chair for a moment. He had been reading about
4 or 5
different articles of information, all of which classified, on the
Marin
system, since Admiral Jackson had informed them of their mission. He
didnıt
want to keep them from her, or the rest of this crew. He knew sheıd
want to
see them. He also knew he couldnıt show them to her.
³Lt., you and I have known each other since you came on board,
correct?²
³Yes, sir.² She said.
³And during that time, you and I have had nothing if not an honest,
open
relationship, correct?²
³Yes, sir. I would like to think so.²
³Stay here for a moment. I need to grab something from outside on the
bridge.² Avi said, dropping his PADD on the desk. As it fell, the
view
screen faced upwards, and he walked out the door to the bridge.
<tag Carina, what does she see?>
****
1300
The door hissed open and he emerged onto the familiar bridge. He
walked
slowly to his station and relieved Lt. Cenuij, the Vulcan woman who
was
there. It felt good to be back on the bridge.
"Welcome back Rogan," the captain smiled. "Join me in my ready room."
"Yes, Sir!" Rogan nodded as Cenuij moved back over to retake the
station as Ury followed Avi through the door.
"Let me bring you up to speed," Avi began as they settled down.
<end snip>
³Yes, sir.²
³Where weıre heading is a fairly well shielded planet. It seems to be
a
Class M planet, as expected.² Avi started, ³so thatıs good. It also,
according to most reports, seems to be uninhabited. That, however, is
quite
disturbing because of the distress signal.²
³Distress signal?²
³Yes,² Avi said, walking over to the display panel. ³Starfleet
discovered a
distress signal from a runabout two days ago. Now, it doesnıt seem
that
there are any survivors from all long range scans, but we donıt
officially
know. Thus, weıre heading in.²
³Okay, so what are our rules of engagement here?²
³We havenıt been told yet. Iıd think, officially, weıre not to
engage.
Obviously, however, weıll get that before we get there. The Marin
System is
still a day or so away. Any questions?²
³Well...² Ury said, rubbing his head a bit.
<Arle < so, whatıs he got to say?>
****
MD 2:1500
OLean to the left.ı Breathe. OPut your body weight over your left
hip.ı
Grunt. OLean left and whip your right leg up at the bag. Breathe out
hardı
THWACK! OGood. Now higher. OLean to the right,ı and so on. She
repeated
the instructions in her head. Over and over again. Sheıd been doing
the
same thing for 35 minutes, more than 15 minutes past the recommended
amount
she was supposed to do per day. ³You donıt get to be the best on the
ship
in form and fight by just doing the recommended amount,² she thought
to
herself.
Sheıd been there for nearly two hours, working out. It was a light
day,
otherwise, sheıd be here for another two after this. Her white sports
bra
was almost completely sweat through, and luckily her pants were made
of a
new material, or else they might not have had the same molecular
consistency
at the end as they did at the beginning of the day. Her pale white
face
almost completely flush now, she had an interesting ³Strawberry
Shortcake²
look to her. Or at least, thatıs what her mother would have told her.
³You know, if youıre going to do that, you really should have a
spotter!² A
male voice called out across the simulated gym.
³You applying for the job?² She asked seductively, not turning her
back to
look at him, before she hit the bag again. THWACK!
³That depends.² He said, walking up and around the side she just
used.
³Promise you wonıt hit me, and Iıll hold it.²
³No promises.² THWACK! And, with that one, she nearly knocked him
over.
³Iıd probably not stand there, if I were you. Youıre still a bit
woosey.²
He smiled at her, not realizing just quite what a shock he was in for,
³Iım
the Chief of Security and Tactical. I think I can handle myself.²
³O-o-o-o-okay.² THWACK! ³Now, take a seat.² She said, as he fell
over onto
his side. ³Mr. Rogan, it is my professional opinion that you need to
report
back to sickbay, because you clearly have an issue standing up
straight for
long periods of time.² She walked behind him, and helped him up. He
was
moving a bit slower than usual, but was much better than heıd been
yesterday.
MD 1:1300
<snip>
Ury grinned but sobered quickly as Amy Mattheson strode in with a
no-nonsense look on her face.
<end snip>
³Are you kidding me? You want to check yourself out?!?!² Amy said,
standing right over him. Sheıd come straight from the pre-amble to
the
chili festival down in the lounge. Talking to the captain was always
fun,
but sometimes he was just too intense. ³Have you lost all sense
of...have
you lost all sense?!?!²
³Amy, Dr. Hywell said it wouldnıt be a problem, so long as I checked
in
every 4 hours, I should be fine.²
³Oh, did she now?² Amy said, looking at the PADD by his bed. ³Yes,
yes,
she did. So?² She said surprisingly, stepping back away from the
bed, much
to his surprise.
³Soooo?² He said, very confused.
³So? Letıs see it. Get up.² She waved for him. Throwing his
blanket off
him.
³HEY!² He said, as she forgot that he was...well, basically nude
beneath
the blanket.
³Well? Iım waiting.² She said, now with her arms crossed, tapping
her
right foot.
³A-a-a-alri-i-i-ight.² He said, flipping his legs over the side.
Slowly,
he reached his feet down, to feel for the floor, and as he did, he
shook his
head of the cobwebs. After a moment, with his feet on the ground, he
pushed
up, from the ground. ³There, see?² He asked, but as he did, he felt
his
head cloud up all over again and he started to fall backwards.
Sitting back
down on the bed, she looked down at him smugly. ³Alright, you win.
Iıll
wait.²
³Get better, killer, and you can work out with me tomorrow.²
³Done, doc!² He said, smiling, but falling back down to the bed. She
kissed his forehead, and pulled the covers back over him.
³Sleep well.²
*****
<Time: back to MD 2>
³Yes, but I did try.² He said, from the floor.
³Oh yes, you did.² She said, leaning in, so he could get a look at
the
goods. And look he did, she couldnıt help but notice. ³Just not
quite good
enough...² she smiled, verbally smacking him back down. ³Now, letıs
get
you back to bed. Youıll be fine tomorrow.² Helping him up, she said,
³We
need to sleep.²
Rising, they both left the holodeck, and walked towards the turbolift.
She
could feel him walking gingerly. Although, the closer they got to his
closer, the stronger he seemed to get. Slowly, he stood at full
attention
when they got to his door. ³Um, Iıve got new quarters, and Iım not
quite
sure if this is them.²
³It is, Lt. Letıs go inside.²
³We, doctor?² Ury said, looking at her. At his fullest height, he
was more
than 4 inches taller than her. She didnıt mind so much. Dating
taller men
made her feel more...feminine. Not that she needed a reminder, but
sometimes it was nice having to look up at a man you wanted to kiss.
³Yes, Lt. is that a problem?² She said, easing him through the door
as it
opened. He shook his head as she walked him over to his bed. ³Good.²
She
whispered in his ear, as she held him under his shoulder, with her
arms
wrapped tightly around his chest. His warmth felt good, though she
was sure
her sweat couldnıt have. ³Now rest.² She said, pulling the covers
over him
again. OThis is getting to be a habit.ı She thought, amusingly.
³I thought you were coming in.²
³Sleep well, Lt.² She said, pulling her hand over his eyes, as if to
close
them magically. ³Donıt worry, Lt., Iıll still be on board when you
wake
up.² She almost felt bad teasing him like that, but if she didnıt, he
probably would have tried to do something stupid like workout. By the
time
they arrived at the planet, heıd be fine. She was sure of that.
And as his breathing shallowed and steadied, she rose and left his
room,
feeling better that he was comfortable. ³Hello, Avi.² She said,
walking by
him.
³Doctor.² he said, reading his PADD, and not really looking up.
³Have you
seen Lt. Rogan?²
³Yes, sir. Heıs sleeping now.²
³Right. Thanks.² Avi said, walking off, not really thinking all that
much
about how she knew that or why. Normally, he didnıt walk the decks of
the
ship before they arrived, but with all the crew changes, he thought it
appropriate. Before they headed off on vacation, heıd spent a lot of
time
with the counselor. Now, he found himself missing that time. She was
much
more helpful than heıd ever admit. Helped him get his head on
straight,
especially when it came to Montana and the crew. Maybe heıd have to
see the
new one when they got him or her. Nah!
He came upon the turbolift much sooner. He didnıt remember it being
so
close to where heıd been last. ³Main engineering.² He was silent
throughout the entire trip. He hadnıt had much chance to see the new
engineer clothed, especially outside of staff meetings. ³Good
afternoon, Lt. Commander.² He said, walking around the pool table,
seeing
the new Chief Engineer sitting at a station. ³How are things down
here?²
³Good, Captain. Thank you. Is there something I can help you with?²
³No, I was just in the area, and thought I would stop by.²
<NRPG < Rob, he really is just walking the ship. He doesnıt have
anything
in mind. Maybe they talk about Waverly?>
***
MD 2:1900
Place: COıs quarters
It was the end of their last day of ³freedom,² as it were, before they
arrived. The ship seemed to be in top shape, according to Aıkora.
She
seemed to have a better handle on things than heıd at first expected.
She
wasnıt quite what he thought of as an engineer. Of course, then
again,
neither was Sharrow. Now there was a looker...
He quickly shook his head, and took off his command sweater, and hung
it up.
After that, he removed his Chai, and placed it on his dresser. Much
as he
did every night. Every night he stayed at home, that was. He was
very
happy that Montana was a bit looser around now. Of course, they had
only
been back on board for two days now, so that could all change in a
momentıs
notice.
Just then, as heıd removed his pants, he heard the door chime.
Putting on
his robe, he walked over to the door. ³come in.² He said, standing
in the
doorlight.
³Do you always answer the door in socks and nothing else?² The voice
said.
³You caught me at a weak moment.² He said, smiling. She walked in,
and the
door closed behind her just as she kissed him in one of the sweetest
kisses
heıd even been a part of. Well, it looks like it wonıt be changing
tonight.
*****
Meanwhile, down on the planet --
Daytime was always the worst for him. Staying in the darkness brought
him
pleasure, but it was the long 5 hours of sunlight that always upset
him
most. He felt lonely. Saddened. There was never anything worse than
those
daily hours of sunlight. He longed for the time when he could feel
the
freedom of the air rushing against his face. It was the time that
made him
happiest. And when he was happy, so were his people.
But if they were happy when he was jumping from the steeple, then they
would
be even happier when he found a way that they could leave the planet.
That
would make them happiest. And he wanted more than anything to give it
to
them. Much like a father gives to his daughter.
Much as he had given to his daughter all those years ago. She had not
seen
it then, but in allowing her to leave. He had given her the ultimate
gift.
The gift of freedom was one to be treasured, and heıd given up his own
for
her. He often wondered during this time of day how she had used it.
He
hoped she hadnıt abused it. That would make him sadder than these
times
during the day.
And how sad he was...
How he longed for the time until he could fly again.
****
Respectfully Submitted,
Captain Avi Reckage, MD
Commanding Officer
USS Capricorn
NCC 1753
NRPG < hope I didnıt screw anything up...
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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 14:12:32 -0700
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS-Calypso] Aboard the Station
Scene: Away Team, Starbase 10
The Away Team materialized in the main promenade of the Starbase, the
security officers with weapons at the ready. Lorn glanced around at
the
empty station. The grand hallway was dim, with only emergency
lighting, and
quiet except for their own breathing and footsteps.
"Spooky." Ensign Coltrane murmured. "Must be on minimal life-support."
"Where are the life signs located?" Lorn asked Ensign Conner, who was
busy
scanning with his tricorder.
"This way." He indicated a moment later, and the group quickly moved
towards
Operations. Their footsteps echoed as they made their way down the
hallway.
They arrived at the main doors to Operations, but Sajin put up an arm
to
prevent Lorn from approaching the doors. "They're all inside, but they
have
erected level 10 forcefields around the entire room.
"I can only get partial readings. They're alive, but that's all I can
say
about them." Doctor Wreyn said, scanning with her own medical
tricorder.
"But where is everyone else?" One of the security officers asked,
looking
about himself, as if expecting someone or something to jump out of the
shadows at them. "The rest of the station is totally empty."
"I think we had best find that out, and quickly. Computer, lower
forcefields
in place around Operations."
The computer replied with a buzz and a click.
Lorn looked up. "I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way. Connor,
Coltraine, see about lowering these forcefields and getting us
inside."
"Aye, sir." The two ensigns replied, and turned their attention to the
problem at hand.
"Captain, the lifesigns are all in Operations, but the room has been
sealed
off and the computer either malfunctioning or off-line. We are
attempting to
get inside."
<What about the rest of the staff and civilians, Number One?> Captain
Reed
asked.
"No signs of anyone else on board the station, sir."
<Hmm, I don't like mysteries, Commander.>
Lorn shook his head. "No sir, neither do I."
<Report if you find out anything more.> Reed replied.
"Aye sir."
Lorn sent the security officers out to scout the rest of the
promenade, and
then stepped aside with Jacklyn. "Doctor, is there any evidence of
what
might have happened to the rest of the people? None of the life pods
have
been used, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the
station to
warrant a mass evacuation."
NRPG: A mystery is afoot, it seems. :)
Chris, aka Commander Lorn Mitchell, XO, USS Calypso
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Message: 4
Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 16:09:26 -0700
From: "Katrina Gischer" <kgischer@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: NRPG: Battle Assignments
Ok, I am (finally, yes I know I'm slow) getting down to writing Gus's
half of the Battle of Jasra Warren. If you a) have a PC or NPC who
is an Alpha Wing member or b) wish to CREATE a PC or NPC who is an
Alpha Wing member AND you care if your rider is fighting the nasty
kataani in the waters with Ce'lot's half of the Wing or fighting the
nasty kataani on the road with Gus's half of the wing - now is your
time to speak up.
Right now, I am tentatively placing Bel with Gus - because I think Bel
would likely rather not be under Ce'lot's command right now - Taylor,
if you would prefer otherwise, say so. I've tentatively got Ailill
with Ce'lot, Kate, because I expect there to be more casualties and
therefore more use for a combat medic on that end - again, if you
prefer otherwise, just holler.
For the rest of those that are named, I'll either flip a coin or not
mention what side. Well, except Gus gets Jerram (duh). :)
If you could care less which side or even that we're fighting, that's
cool, just let me know and I won't leave any battle related tags.
Fair?
If you're bored silly and want something ANYTHING to write, holler and
I'll invent something for you, ok?
Thanks.
Katrina
aka Gus
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Message: 5
Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 16:29:06 -0700
From: "Andrew F." <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: Re: [DL-J] NRPG: Battle Assignments
Don't forget Hsina is taking volunteers for warren defense as well.
Andrew
On 10/13/04 4:09 PM, "Katrina Gischer" <kgischer@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>
> Ok, I am (finally, yes I know I'm slow) getting down to writing Gus's
half of
> the Battle of Jasra Warren. If you a) have a PC or NPC who is an Alpha
Wing
> member or b) wish to CREATE a PC or NPC who is an Alpha Wing member AND
you
> care if your rider is fighting the nasty kataani in the waters with
Ce'lot's
> half of the Wing or fighting the nasty kataani on the road with Gus's
half of
> the wing - now is your time to speak up.
>
> Right now, I am tentatively placing Bel with Gus - because I think Bel
would
> likely rather not be under Ce'lot's command right now - Taylor, if you
would
> prefer otherwise, say so. I've tentatively got Ailill with Ce'lot,
Kate,
> because I expect there to be more casualties and therefore more use for
a
> combat medic on that end - again, if you prefer otherwise, just holler.
>
> For the rest of those that are named, I'll either flip a coin or not
mention
> what side. Well, except Gus gets Jerram (duh). :)
>
> If you could care less which side or even that we're fighting, that's
cool,
> just let me know and I won't leave any battle related tags. Fair?
>
> If you're bored silly and want something ANYTHING to write, holler and
I'll
> invent something for you, ok?
>
> Thanks.
> Katrina
> aka Gus
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