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Introduction
The year is 2375. The war with the Dominion is over. The Klingon fleet is in tatters, the Cardassian's as well. The treaty with the Dominion has been signed. It seems that peace may be nigh.
But the Federation weren't the only ones to come out of the war with their fleet relatively intact. There are now two superpowers in the Alpha Quadrant, the Federation and the Romulan Empire, and the Romulans are trying to capitalise on the weakness of the other fleets. With the fleets pushing into Klingon and Cardassian territory, the pleas to the Federation are numerous, but even with their fleet relatively intact, they just don't have the ships to deal with every plea.
The drydocks are a flurry of activity, building new ships as quick as they can. The academy is graduating any that they deem suitable for it, rather than just those who have completed their training. Those being graduated early are given vocational training on board their starships, supervised from a distance by Academy lecturers. Promotions are rife, and not always well advised. Ships are running with less crew than they used to, leading to harder workshifts.
Among the new vessels being built is the Prometheus class. It was never tested properly, as the first prototype, the Voyager disappeared without warning, but the designers are adamant that it is the best option in the current circumstances, able to act as a single ship and crew, but if the tactical situation demands it, able to fulfill the role of three vessels. The new Multi-Vectored Assault Mode (MVAM) however, is not perfect, and has been known to have issues in its operation.
The first Prometheus class vessel to be completed is the U.S.S. Pandora, NCC-1903. Captained by James Carnis, an experienced Captain with several vessels in his repertoire.
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STORY SO FAR:
The Federation is in trouble, the Romulans are pushing into their territory left right and centre, in response, Starfleet started constructing a second prototype Prometheus class vessel, the U.S.S. Pandora. The project was kept under the utmost secrecy, and the crew that were chosen for it knew nothing of their new assignment until they reached the Utopia Planetia spacedocks. The ship is due to launch in a fortnight, and the crew are rapidly being introduced to their new ship and the other crewmembers.
The Department Heads have been invited to an informal dinner in the Officer's Mess, set for the evening after Captain Carnis' arrival.
What will happen next? Where will the new vessel and her crew be sent? What dangers and adventures lie ahead for them? Find out soon!
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Crew positions:
Captain: Captain James Carnis (Valdore)
XO: Commander Steven DeLant (NPC)
CTO: Lieutenant Commander Tumek S'dnuoP (Leon4125)
COS: Lt. Trenton Mustaine (SamuraiMaster [XO candidate])
CE: Lt. Andrus Grax
CSO: Lt. J.G. Vera Holmes (Raijn)
CMO: Lt. J.G. La'Piri (SyreAA [XO candidate])
Helm: Lt. J.G. Ingus Forbes (Digi-Kun)
Deputy CMO: Ensign Virjok Ru (FantaBadger)
Engineering: Ensign Kouji Masato (Digi-Kun)
Section 31: Lt. Mallinson, Lt. Nerb (NPCs)
Lower ranked officers are also available should you wish to play one. If several applications for XO are received, I shall decide between the candidates (by their character applications, so make them good!) and let the others know. If I can't decide, I shall let you all know and the position shall be left open for roleplay opportunities.
Key:
XO: Executive Officer/First Officer/Second in Command (Rank of Commander)
CTO: Chief Tactical Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Commander)
COS: Chief of Security (Rank of Lieutenant) May be combined with CTO if no application received and vice versa
CE: Chief Engineer (Rank of Lieutenant)
CSO: Chief Science Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
CMO: Chief Medical Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
Helm: Pilot (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
Please note that rank isn't particularly important, other than in roleplay. Besides, being a lower rank gives more opportunity for In Character promotion.
But the Federation weren't the only ones to come out of the war with their fleet relatively intact. There are now two superpowers in the Alpha Quadrant, the Federation and the Romulan Empire, and the Romulans are trying to capitalise on the weakness of the other fleets. With the fleets pushing into Klingon and Cardassian territory, the pleas to the Federation are numerous, but even with their fleet relatively intact, they just don't have the ships to deal with every plea.
The drydocks are a flurry of activity, building new ships as quick as they can. The academy is graduating any that they deem suitable for it, rather than just those who have completed their training. Those being graduated early are given vocational training on board their starships, supervised from a distance by Academy lecturers. Promotions are rife, and not always well advised. Ships are running with less crew than they used to, leading to harder workshifts.
Among the new vessels being built is the Prometheus class. It was never tested properly, as the first prototype, the Voyager disappeared without warning, but the designers are adamant that it is the best option in the current circumstances, able to act as a single ship and crew, but if the tactical situation demands it, able to fulfill the role of three vessels. The new Multi-Vectored Assault Mode (MVAM) however, is not perfect, and has been known to have issues in its operation.
The first Prometheus class vessel to be completed is the U.S.S. Pandora, NCC-1903. Captained by James Carnis, an experienced Captain with several vessels in his repertoire.
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STORY SO FAR:
The Federation is in trouble, the Romulans are pushing into their territory left right and centre, in response, Starfleet started constructing a second prototype Prometheus class vessel, the U.S.S. Pandora. The project was kept under the utmost secrecy, and the crew that were chosen for it knew nothing of their new assignment until they reached the Utopia Planetia spacedocks. The ship is due to launch in a fortnight, and the crew are rapidly being introduced to their new ship and the other crewmembers.
The Department Heads have been invited to an informal dinner in the Officer's Mess, set for the evening after Captain Carnis' arrival.
What will happen next? Where will the new vessel and her crew be sent? What dangers and adventures lie ahead for them? Find out soon!
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Crew positions:
Captain: Captain James Carnis (Valdore)
XO: Commander Steven DeLant (NPC)
CTO: Lieutenant Commander Tumek S'dnuoP (Leon4125)
COS: Lt. Trenton Mustaine (SamuraiMaster [XO candidate])
CE: Lt. Andrus Grax
CSO: Lt. J.G. Vera Holmes (Raijn)
CMO: Lt. J.G. La'Piri (SyreAA [XO candidate])
Helm: Lt. J.G. Ingus Forbes (Digi-Kun)
Deputy CMO: Ensign Virjok Ru (FantaBadger)
Engineering: Ensign Kouji Masato (Digi-Kun)
Section 31: Lt. Mallinson, Lt. Nerb (NPCs)
Lower ranked officers are also available should you wish to play one. If several applications for XO are received, I shall decide between the candidates (by their character applications, so make them good!) and let the others know. If I can't decide, I shall let you all know and the position shall be left open for roleplay opportunities.
Key:
XO: Executive Officer/First Officer/Second in Command (Rank of Commander)
CTO: Chief Tactical Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Commander)
COS: Chief of Security (Rank of Lieutenant) May be combined with CTO if no application received and vice versa
CE: Chief Engineer (Rank of Lieutenant)
CSO: Chief Science Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
CMO: Chief Medical Officer (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
Helm: Pilot (Rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade)
Please note that rank isn't particularly important, other than in roleplay. Besides, being a lower rank gives more opportunity for In Character promotion.
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Places in U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
19 postsAlpha Quadrant
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21 postsU.S.S. Pandora
The U.S.S. Pandora, a newly constructed Prometheus Class Vessel
11 postsBridge
The turbolift doors open, revealing the nerve centre of the Pandora.
0 postsReady Room
The Captain's personal office, located just off the bridge.
0 postsBriefing Room
A small briefing room for command staff meetings.
0 postsMain Engineering
This is the heart of the ship, containing the warpcore and the majority of the engineering staff.
4 postsSickbay
Caring for the crew, the medical staff work in the sickbay.
1 postsBrig
A necessary evil of starship travel is the presence of the brig.
1 postsQuarters
Crew quarters are relatively sparse compared to those on cruiser class ships, but are still comfortable enough.
0 postsTen Forward
Also known as the mess, Ten Forward is the recreational centre of the ship.
0 postsHolodeck
A small room with so many possibilities . . .
0 postsLabs
The science labs are host to vast arrays of analytical equipment that confound other crewmembers.
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OOC Notes
Andrus relaxes his stance at the word "ease". Too tired to figure out how long he's been aboard, he decided to skip that question and move on to dicuss the ensign.
"That's Ensign Masato, sir. " Andrus responded. "He's fresh from the acadamy, probably having trouble with the new system architecture. I'll go check if he needs any help."
Andrus walks over to Masato who was busy working on his console.
"Do you need any assistance ensign?" Andrus gently asked.
"That's Ensign Masato, sir. " Andrus responded. "He's fresh from the acadamy, probably having trouble with the new system architecture. I'll go check if he needs any help."
Andrus walks over to Masato who was busy working on his console.
"Do you need any assistance ensign?" Andrus gently asked.
OOC Notes
Piri blinked and looked at the outstretched hand, returning the Earth gesture; she had studied their culture for a lunar semester while at the Vulcan Science Academy - she found them fascinating yet primitive. "Well, Dr. Ru, we will be departing soon, and I would like you to meet my team." At that moment, the two Vulcans that had accompanied her stepped into the bay along with the human, who seemed fascinated with the ship itself.
La'Piri pointed to the first Vulcan, a tall, pale skinned male with short black hair who appeared to be in his thirties (Earth speculation). "This is Ensign Serith, he served with me on the U.S.S. Synergy." The Vulcan flashed the traditional Vulcan simple and nodded to the other Ensign.
The Vulcan next to him stepped up, extending his hand. He was the shorter of the two. His skin had a blue tint to it that showed in his black hair as well, giving him an otherworldly look. "Ensign Y'Tu*." He blinked and waited for her to shake his hand.
The human pipped up from the back, walking to the woman, "Jacob Williamson." He smiled and extended his hand.
[[*Pronounced [Ya-Too] ]]
La'Piri pointed to the first Vulcan, a tall, pale skinned male with short black hair who appeared to be in his thirties (Earth speculation). "This is Ensign Serith, he served with me on the U.S.S. Synergy." The Vulcan flashed the traditional Vulcan simple and nodded to the other Ensign.
The Vulcan next to him stepped up, extending his hand. He was the shorter of the two. His skin had a blue tint to it that showed in his black hair as well, giving him an otherworldly look. "Ensign Y'Tu*." He blinked and waited for her to shake his hand.
The human pipped up from the back, walking to the woman, "Jacob Williamson." He smiled and extended his hand.
[[*Pronounced [Ya-Too] ]]
OOC Notes
Ensign Ru smiled when the Chief Medical Officer shook her hand, glad her assumption was correct in at least this case and hoping she would get to learn more about Vulcan culture and physiology. "Departing soon? Good, I can't wait to try this facility out..." The Jakyu said, more to herself than anyone else before turning to meet the rest of the medical team she would be working with. The tall Vulcan made an odd hand symbol, one she could not replicate fully with only 4 fingers and so opted to return a peaceful gesture used on her world, bringing her larger arms into a sideways 'T' shape with palms open and facing the man whilst the smaller pair outstretched themselves downward, "Serith." Virjok made another one of her stranger sounds, a greeting in her language before making the sign again to the other two Ensigns, bowing slightly. The way the shorter Vulcan blinked was similar to flipping someone off on Jakya 3, making an insulted face but decided that it must have been more out of surprise at her appearance and shook his his hand with the smaller hands, using her 4-fingered ones to shake that of the human Ensign, "Y'Tu and Jacob Williamson... An honor to meet you all." At least this human is not quite so... Stiff.
OOC Notes
The systems were unfamiliar to Kouji. It wasn't that it was hard though. It was just different. He experimented with it a bit, making sure that he understood what he was doing as thoroughly as possible. Then did it again to make sure he did understand it. And for good measure, he went over it once more. But as he did so, he had heard an unexpected voice from behind. "Do you need any assistance ensign?"
Kouji jumped at the sound, not expecting anyone to be behind him. He turned around suddenly and with a panicked voice, said "I-I-I wasn't slacking! Er, Sir! Just um, just making triply sure I got the systems down!" Kouji had his hand raised in solute. "Th-there were several bugs and kinks in the system, so I quickly resolved the problem! At least, I think I did..." He glanced back at the console. "I wasn't sure if I had gotten rid of the problem completely, so I was just checking the systems a fourth time, to make sure it really was resolved, but then I keep finding other bugs and kinks to fix, and..." Kouji continued to ramble without realizing.
Kouji jumped at the sound, not expecting anyone to be behind him. He turned around suddenly and with a panicked voice, said "I-I-I wasn't slacking! Er, Sir! Just um, just making triply sure I got the systems down!" Kouji had his hand raised in solute. "Th-there were several bugs and kinks in the system, so I quickly resolved the problem! At least, I think I did..." He glanced back at the console. "I wasn't sure if I had gotten rid of the problem completely, so I was just checking the systems a fourth time, to make sure it really was resolved, but then I keep finding other bugs and kinks to fix, and..." Kouji continued to ramble without realizing.
OOC Notes
Piri stepped passed the Ensign and proceeded to examine the medical supplies, Serith and Y'Tu followed in suit, but Jacob stood watching them with a confused look on his face. He finally got the courage to talk, "Dr. Piri? Do you need me to do anything?" He smiled nervously at her as she turned around and gave him a slightly blank expression.
"My apologizes, I often forget humans and other life forms do not share the bond Vulcans commonly do. Your duties, Ensign, at the moment, are to get settled in. I suggest you proceed with caution, don't make enemies - this could lead to a swift downfall." She nodded to him and went back to examining a large row of needle-less syringes.
Jacob nodded to the Deputy and took off towards his quarters, eager to see the new ship in all its glory.
Piri looked to Dr. Ru, "Once we're done examining these, we'll retire to our quarters for the night, I suggest you do the same. We'll convene in later, when time permits." She moved on to one of the beds, smoothing out the sheet on it. She had to keep busy or she'd slip. Life seemed to be zooming by her quicker than she had thought it would; she was already a Chief Medical Officer. Her hands moved over the lines of bottles, like Klingon soldiers, lining up for battle. The universe seemed infinite to Piri. To her, it wasn't something to be conquered, but rather, something to be cherished and molded - not beaten into shape. Violence wasn't the way to win. That's why she became a doctor, to help save lives so that maybe this war would end, and peace could return to the universe.
She snapped back into reality when Serith walked over to her, looked into her eyes and said, "Be careful. The road you travel on is steeper than you may have first judged."
She nodded and straightened, walking out of the bay, towards her room. She needed to meditate.
"My apologizes, I often forget humans and other life forms do not share the bond Vulcans commonly do. Your duties, Ensign, at the moment, are to get settled in. I suggest you proceed with caution, don't make enemies - this could lead to a swift downfall." She nodded to him and went back to examining a large row of needle-less syringes.
Jacob nodded to the Deputy and took off towards his quarters, eager to see the new ship in all its glory.
Piri looked to Dr. Ru, "Once we're done examining these, we'll retire to our quarters for the night, I suggest you do the same. We'll convene in later, when time permits." She moved on to one of the beds, smoothing out the sheet on it. She had to keep busy or she'd slip. Life seemed to be zooming by her quicker than she had thought it would; she was already a Chief Medical Officer. Her hands moved over the lines of bottles, like Klingon soldiers, lining up for battle. The universe seemed infinite to Piri. To her, it wasn't something to be conquered, but rather, something to be cherished and molded - not beaten into shape. Violence wasn't the way to win. That's why she became a doctor, to help save lives so that maybe this war would end, and peace could return to the universe.
She snapped back into reality when Serith walked over to her, looked into her eyes and said, "Be careful. The road you travel on is steeper than you may have first judged."
She nodded and straightened, walking out of the bay, towards her room. She needed to meditate.
OOC Notes
The ensign just goes on his rambling about the system. Andrus understands that this is Kouji's first assignment, and that he would be nervous about messing something up. Andrus is still the same way, double checking everything, making sure he doesn't make a mistake.
"Your doing a fine job ensign, don't worry too much." Andrus said, trying to calm down Kouji. "I can finish up here if you could go and check the Replicator on deck 8. Reports are coming in that it's not replicating correctly."
Everything in the engineering room is going fine, he had to find someone to go fix that stupid replicator. Ensign Kouji seems to be the right person for the job.
"If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask another engineering officer or myself." he added.
"Your doing a fine job ensign, don't worry too much." Andrus said, trying to calm down Kouji. "I can finish up here if you could go and check the Replicator on deck 8. Reports are coming in that it's not replicating correctly."
Everything in the engineering room is going fine, he had to find someone to go fix that stupid replicator. Ensign Kouji seems to be the right person for the job.
"If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask another engineering officer or myself." he added.
OOC Notes
Trent felt the ship begin to hum to life. He opened his eyes. He reported to where he needed to be. No doubt his captain would soon introduce himself...and Trent would rather start on the captain's good hand.
(sorry for short post, I'm tired)
(sorry for short post, I'm tired)
OOC Notes
"Y-yes sir! Right on it sir!" With that, Kouji saluted and excused himself from engineering, quickly grabbing his tool kit and headed past the others, bumping into others accidentally, apologizing constantly. When he finally got to the turbo lift, he finally calmed down a bit. He didn't like being around other people. It always made him a bit nervous. Well, very nervous. Ridiculously nervous. So nervous the tension could be cut with a knife. It was always his problem. He couldn't help but want to be a people pleaser all the time. Ever since he was a kid, he always had to do whatever his parents, teachers, even what his friends wanted. And he felt like he'd be letting them down if he did anything wrong.
Kouji went to counseling for this kind of obsessive behavior of course, but the therapy sessions didn't help much at all. So now he was still the obsessive maid he saw himself as since childhood. He reached Deck 8. He felt his anxiousness come back, as people came and went. "Hey uh... where's the broken replicator?" He asked one of the officers. Once he got directions, he went to down the hall, and past the crowd of rushing workers, until he reached the replicator.
"Let's see what's wrong here..." He ordered a cup of regular coffee. He got the coffee. Just not the cup. "Hmm...maybe the problem here..." He opened up the hatch on the bottom of the machine, and looked into the machinery, and had assessed what was wrong with it. He picked up his tools and quickly went underway with the repairs.
Kouji went to counseling for this kind of obsessive behavior of course, but the therapy sessions didn't help much at all. So now he was still the obsessive maid he saw himself as since childhood. He reached Deck 8. He felt his anxiousness come back, as people came and went. "Hey uh... where's the broken replicator?" He asked one of the officers. Once he got directions, he went to down the hall, and past the crowd of rushing workers, until he reached the replicator.
"Let's see what's wrong here..." He ordered a cup of regular coffee. He got the coffee. Just not the cup. "Hmm...maybe the problem here..." He opened up the hatch on the bottom of the machine, and looked into the machinery, and had assessed what was wrong with it. He picked up his tools and quickly went underway with the repairs.
OOC Notes
Dr. Ru raised a quill-like eyebrow as her Chief Medical Officer simply went straight onto examining the medical supplies, confused as to this behavior despite her knowledge of their apparent lack of emotions, feeling a little insulted. When La'Piri finally gave instruction to herself and the equally confused human ensign she was glad for an explanation, interested by this bond shared by Vulcans and would have asked about it had the Doctor not seemed so preoccupied. Virjok opted to simply get on with checking out the sick bay silently, wiggling her clawed toes on the floor a little before moving off to a bio-bed past the Vulcans to take a closer look. As she passed them the Jakyu placed the hypospray back on its tray, turning on the bed's scanner to see if it was functioning correctly. Everything was in order and, with a trilling sigh she walked to the door, "It was a pleasure meeting you all and I will see you when our first shift begins..." She fare welled her associates and walked down the hall. Vir did not feel like retiring to her room just this yet and so went off in search of the mess hall, unsure of its exact location. After some wandering the ensign somehow found herself on deck 8 nearby the broken replicator, she was obviously lost but all the officers were too busy to help her. Seeing another of her rank working on the replicator she decided to ask him, "Excuse me, Ensign... Uh, could you direct me to the mess hall? I'm somewhat... lost."
OOC Notes
Kouji had basically almost finished repairs to the broken replicator. "Just a pull this out...insert that here then--" He was interrupted by another sound from behind him, asking where the mess hall was. Again, this catches the self-conscious ensign off guard, and jumps once more, but this time, hitting his head on the console right above him. "Ow!! Geez..." He looked up. And saw an alien he hadn't seen before. He (or she, Kouji couldn't tell) seemed to be an officer though. An ensign, like Kouji, judging from the lack of badges on her collar. But the creature still intimidated him. He hadn't really encountered a species with more than two arms before.
Kouji had found himself gaping a bit, but quickly stood up and straightened himself out. "Th-the uh...the mess hall?" He stuttered. "Boy, um...I'm not sure exactly." He looked around, like he'd find it just lying on the ground or something. "Probably deck 7. Or 6...was it 7? No! 6! 6!" He nodded quickly. "Definitely 6!" He then turned around, then did one final thing before closing up the panel on the replicator. "Actually, the replicator here should work just fine now!" He turned to the machine. "At least...I think it should. Maybe... I dunno actually." He kept mumbling to himself in a worried attitude.
Kouji had found himself gaping a bit, but quickly stood up and straightened himself out. "Th-the uh...the mess hall?" He stuttered. "Boy, um...I'm not sure exactly." He looked around, like he'd find it just lying on the ground or something. "Probably deck 7. Or 6...was it 7? No! 6! 6!" He nodded quickly. "Definitely 6!" He then turned around, then did one final thing before closing up the panel on the replicator. "Actually, the replicator here should work just fine now!" He turned to the machine. "At least...I think it should. Maybe... I dunno actually." He kept mumbling to himself in a worried attitude.
OOC Notes
La'Piri's Quarters
La'Piri pulled herself from meditation, distracted by the overwhelming emotion seeping from someone outside her door. She stood up swiftly and walked to the door, opening it quietly, not surprised to see a messenger human, looking more confused than ever. "Yes?" Piri blinked at the messenger, awaiting his message.
The Corridor
He spluttered slightly, "Uh.. Erm... Well..." He coughed and fidgeted, "You're supposed to administer the vaccines before take off." He looked around wildly, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong.
Piri nodded and stepped past him, her door closing behind her. She stopped and turned around, looking at the messenger, "You may leave now." With a worried look in his eyes, he scattered quickly, still intimidated by the Vulcan. Piri closed her eyes, turned around and then opened them, only to be face to face with Serith. She stopped and looked at him, "Yes, Serith?"
He pulled a box out of his pack and handed it to her, "I already retrieved the vaccines." He looked at her intensely as she took the box.
"Thank you, Serith. Do you need anything else?" She returned the look, her blank face never showing emotion.
"No." Serith bowed slightly and stepped backwards, then turning away, walking back to his quarters.
Emotions didn't register with Vulcans. They didn't feel. It interrupted with logic, and logic ruled all. What Piri wanted to do, it wasn't logical. Pon Farr wasn't near; she had no reason to be attracted to Serith. She had no mate, and no need for one. Having one at such a time seemed irrational and illogical. Then why did she want, only moments before, to embrace Serith? Her brain searched for an answer; obviously the humans were affecting her. She needed to meditate later, cast out the emotions that scratched at her mind like cats at a closed door.
Engineering
Piri looked at the vaccines and wanted nothing more than just to sigh. Instead, she began walking towards the engineering deck. She ran into an ensign on her way there who seemed to be blabbering on about a replicator. "Ensign?" She watched him carefully, waiting for his reply.
La'Piri pulled herself from meditation, distracted by the overwhelming emotion seeping from someone outside her door. She stood up swiftly and walked to the door, opening it quietly, not surprised to see a messenger human, looking more confused than ever. "Yes?" Piri blinked at the messenger, awaiting his message.
The Corridor
He spluttered slightly, "Uh.. Erm... Well..." He coughed and fidgeted, "You're supposed to administer the vaccines before take off." He looked around wildly, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong.
Piri nodded and stepped past him, her door closing behind her. She stopped and turned around, looking at the messenger, "You may leave now." With a worried look in his eyes, he scattered quickly, still intimidated by the Vulcan. Piri closed her eyes, turned around and then opened them, only to be face to face with Serith. She stopped and looked at him, "Yes, Serith?"
He pulled a box out of his pack and handed it to her, "I already retrieved the vaccines." He looked at her intensely as she took the box.
"Thank you, Serith. Do you need anything else?" She returned the look, her blank face never showing emotion.
"No." Serith bowed slightly and stepped backwards, then turning away, walking back to his quarters.
Emotions didn't register with Vulcans. They didn't feel. It interrupted with logic, and logic ruled all. What Piri wanted to do, it wasn't logical. Pon Farr wasn't near; she had no reason to be attracted to Serith. She had no mate, and no need for one. Having one at such a time seemed irrational and illogical. Then why did she want, only moments before, to embrace Serith? Her brain searched for an answer; obviously the humans were affecting her. She needed to meditate later, cast out the emotions that scratched at her mind like cats at a closed door.
Engineering
Piri looked at the vaccines and wanted nothing more than just to sigh. Instead, she began walking towards the engineering deck. She ran into an ensign on her way there who seemed to be blabbering on about a replicator. "Ensign?" She watched him carefully, waiting for his reply.
OOC Notes
Once they had done a quick tour of Engineering, the Commander took the three of them to several other important areas of the ship, the visit to sickbay was short, as the medical staff weren't on shift yet, there were just a couple of orderlies standing in. The Brig was again quick, a brief introduction to the Ensign on duty, Carnis guessed the chief was either off duty or on the bridge, likely along with most of the rest of the command staff (OOC: hint hint :p) Their quarters were pointed out as they passed them. Before long, they entered another turbolift and made their way to the last stop on the tour, the bridge. The doors opened onto the nerve centre of the ship, and they were greeted with an Ensign verbally tackling a civilian.
"I'm sorry Sir, but no civilians are allowed on the bridge, whether you helped build the ship or not." The security ensign said, with a little more force than was necessary.
"But there are some jobs in the Ready Room that need finishing yet." The civilian pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but the ship has become an operational vessel now, even if it is still in Spacedock, if there are any jobs that need finishing, they will be completed by the engineering department."
The discussion went on for a while as the Carnis looked around the bridge, it was definitely designed with the ship's tactical role in mind, there seemed to be two tactical stations, and the layout was such that from his seat he could see all the necessary combat stations unobstructed. It wasn't designed in the way of the cruiser bridges either, it was harsher, in a metallic scheme, and yet, he felt at home here. Maybe it was his tactical training, but it suited the style of the ship, and yet it seemed like it could be lived with. He turned his attention back to the two men that were arguing.
"Excuse me sir, what is your name?" He asked the civilian imperiously.
"Uh, Michael Sanders." The man turned to face him.
"Michael Sanders? And what do you do here at the shipyards?" Behind the civilian, the Ensign had seemed to relax, looking relieved that someone had taken the burden off him.
"I'm do the finishing touches, the uh décor I suppose."
"Interesting, I was under the impression that all the finishing touches had been done before the crew were allowed onboard Mr. Cable." This wasn't the first time the two of them had met, though clearly the man didn't remember him.
"Wh-What? Who's Mr. Cable?" The man replied, glancing furtively around.
"You are Mr. Cable, freelance journalist. I don't know how you got onboard my ship, or how you even knew it existed, but you have no business here, and you are in violation of far too many laws for me to state. Ensign, please escort this man to the Brig and tell your chief to contact the shipyards about him, I'm sure they'll be very interested in him."
"Yes Sir." The Ensign replied, pulling out his phaser, with a small smile of satisfaction crossing his face briefly. "This way please." He said to the journalist, guiding him off the bridge.
"Captain, if you don't mind me asking, how did you know who he was?" The Commander asked.
"He used the exact same story last time we met, during the refit of one of the vessels I served on, clearly he didn't pay much attention to a lowly tactical officer back then. I wonder what he was after, just a story or something more?" He mulled this over as he settled into the Captain's chair, he didn't even realise that he hadn't cast his eye over the staff on the bridge.
"I'm sorry Sir, but no civilians are allowed on the bridge, whether you helped build the ship or not." The security ensign said, with a little more force than was necessary.
"But there are some jobs in the Ready Room that need finishing yet." The civilian pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but the ship has become an operational vessel now, even if it is still in Spacedock, if there are any jobs that need finishing, they will be completed by the engineering department."
The discussion went on for a while as the Carnis looked around the bridge, it was definitely designed with the ship's tactical role in mind, there seemed to be two tactical stations, and the layout was such that from his seat he could see all the necessary combat stations unobstructed. It wasn't designed in the way of the cruiser bridges either, it was harsher, in a metallic scheme, and yet, he felt at home here. Maybe it was his tactical training, but it suited the style of the ship, and yet it seemed like it could be lived with. He turned his attention back to the two men that were arguing.
"Excuse me sir, what is your name?" He asked the civilian imperiously.
"Uh, Michael Sanders." The man turned to face him.
"Michael Sanders? And what do you do here at the shipyards?" Behind the civilian, the Ensign had seemed to relax, looking relieved that someone had taken the burden off him.
"I'm do the finishing touches, the uh décor I suppose."
"Interesting, I was under the impression that all the finishing touches had been done before the crew were allowed onboard Mr. Cable." This wasn't the first time the two of them had met, though clearly the man didn't remember him.
"Wh-What? Who's Mr. Cable?" The man replied, glancing furtively around.
"You are Mr. Cable, freelance journalist. I don't know how you got onboard my ship, or how you even knew it existed, but you have no business here, and you are in violation of far too many laws for me to state. Ensign, please escort this man to the Brig and tell your chief to contact the shipyards about him, I'm sure they'll be very interested in him."
"Yes Sir." The Ensign replied, pulling out his phaser, with a small smile of satisfaction crossing his face briefly. "This way please." He said to the journalist, guiding him off the bridge.
"Captain, if you don't mind me asking, how did you know who he was?" The Commander asked.
"He used the exact same story last time we met, during the refit of one of the vessels I served on, clearly he didn't pay much attention to a lowly tactical officer back then. I wonder what he was after, just a story or something more?" He mulled this over as he settled into the Captain's chair, he didn't even realise that he hadn't cast his eye over the staff on the bridge.
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[Corridors-Deck 8]
As Kouji was muttering to himself, another officers happens to pass by. "Ensign?" Again, this catches him off guard.
"Ah! Er...I-I mean, Sir! Er...madam! Lady! No...woman? Gah no!" He tripped over his own words as he tried recollecting himself. "M-ma'am! How can I help you??" He said, his hands shaking. This woman may be the Chief Medical Officer, judging from her blue uniform and the number of badges on her collar.
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[Bridge]
Ingus rubbed his temples. Everything was just so dull right now. There was nothing interesting going on. He was listening to an ensign chastise a civilian for being on the ship, even though he insisted that there was still a job to be done on the ship. Lord almighty, just leave him alone... He thought. No one cares about him, and no one cares about you, you mindless newbie... After a few minutes, Ingus was about to turn around and give him an earful when the captain appeared on deck with his two assistants.
Ingus was surprised. The captain quickly recognized him as a reporter, so the Ensign, if not a little too happily, took out his phaser and proceeded to escort him out to the brigs. Well well... Ingus thought. Things might actually get a little interesting...
As Kouji was muttering to himself, another officers happens to pass by. "Ensign?" Again, this catches him off guard.
"Ah! Er...I-I mean, Sir! Er...madam! Lady! No...woman? Gah no!" He tripped over his own words as he tried recollecting himself. "M-ma'am! How can I help you??" He said, his hands shaking. This woman may be the Chief Medical Officer, judging from her blue uniform and the number of badges on her collar.
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[Bridge]
Ingus rubbed his temples. Everything was just so dull right now. There was nothing interesting going on. He was listening to an ensign chastise a civilian for being on the ship, even though he insisted that there was still a job to be done on the ship. Lord almighty, just leave him alone... He thought. No one cares about him, and no one cares about you, you mindless newbie... After a few minutes, Ingus was about to turn around and give him an earful when the captain appeared on deck with his two assistants.
Ingus was surprised. The captain quickly recognized him as a reporter, so the Ensign, if not a little too happily, took out his phaser and proceeded to escort him out to the brigs. Well well... Ingus thought. Things might actually get a little interesting...
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Piri looked at the replicator, bent down, shifted one part to the left about three centimeters, and the pushed the on button, a cup of coffee appearing under it. She grabbed it and took a sip. "Acceptable. Now, Ensign, I'm La'Piri, Chief Medical Officer, and I've been ordered to administer the vaccines. I'm going to administer it to you now, don't be alarmed." She put the the coffee down, pulled a vaccine needle-less syringe out of the bag and quickly pushed it to the Ensign's neck, hearing the vaccine zap into his blood stream. "That will be all, Ensign. You may return to your duties." She grabbed the coffee and walked off. She randomly jabbed the vaccine into the worker's necks, startling them. She got yelled at but quickly silenced them with a glare.
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This fellow Ensign was so jumpy he must have nearly gotten a concussion from the force of hitting it on the panel, he was acting strange even for a human being. He seemed like a competent engineer however as the replicator seemed fixed already, the man was not just nervous it seemed as he gaped at her appearance but she was getting used to it around here. He species was relatively new to the Federation and was the only one, to her knowledge, to have two pairs of arms but the females still had, well... mammary glands, and it should have been fairly obvious that she was female but fortunately the doctor did not know he was having trouble telling. Dr. Ru was about to try and calm him down when she heard the Chief Medical Officer's voice, nearly jumping out of her skin. However, it turned out she was addressing the other ensign and not her, immunizing him in an abrupt and antisocial fashion before walking off.
"These Vulcans get stranger by the minute..." Virjok grinned a little to Kouji, "Hmm, maybe it is just her... Calm down, Piri's that stiff to everyone, including her own staff. Talk about reassuring for the patients..." She joked pointing to herself when she said the word 'staff' as she looked at the human a little closer, "Say, I've seen you before... You were on my transport, no? Trying to stop our new helmsman from assaulting the vessel." She smirked holding her hands out for him to shake should he not faint from the shock which, to be honest, would not be all that surprising. "I'm Virjok Ru, by the way."
"These Vulcans get stranger by the minute..." Virjok grinned a little to Kouji, "Hmm, maybe it is just her... Calm down, Piri's that stiff to everyone, including her own staff. Talk about reassuring for the patients..." She joked pointing to herself when she said the word 'staff' as she looked at the human a little closer, "Say, I've seen you before... You were on my transport, no? Trying to stop our new helmsman from assaulting the vessel." She smirked holding her hands out for him to shake should he not faint from the shock which, to be honest, would not be all that surprising. "I'm Virjok Ru, by the way."
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As Carnis sat mulling things over, the science officer on duty said, "Sir. I'm picking up some sort of transmission from within the sector, it's not using federation codes."
"What? Is it civilian?" Carnis asked, wondering if the reporter had managed to get something out on his way to the brig.
"Negative, it's definitely a military encryption, it looks . . . Romulan." The ensign looked around in horror.
"Block it if you can, and try to decrypt it. Hail the shipyard, they've got a spy somewhere." He said with authority, back in his element of commanding a starship. They may not be flying, but it was an operational vessel in every other sence of the word.
"Aye sir." Came the reply from the Science station, quickly followed by a young female voice saying, "Hailing frequencies open Captain, Admiral Ark'Vor responding."
"On screen." The viewscreen flickered into life, showing a hectic scene, "I would guess you picked up the signal Admiral."
"Indeed we did Captain, we're trying to pinpoint the transmission location now, but half our sensors are offline for a routine diagnostic, they knew when to send the signal. Any luck your end?"
"No sir, I've got science working on it now, we're trying to decrypt it as well."
"Very good, let me know if you get anything." The screen blinked back to the external view again.
"Anything on the decryption Ensign?" He asked.
"No sir, it's top level encryption, I can't even get close to it, the chief might be able to help you, I hear she's pretty good." Carnis nodded, tapping the ship-wide button.
"Chief Science Officer please report to the bridge immediately." He shut the intercom down, "Keep working on the signal trace Ensign."
"Aye sir, the block appears to be working sir."
"Good, monitor it, let me know how much may have gotten through if you manage to decrypt it." So much for a quiet start to life on his new command, still, it was good to be back in charge of a crew.
"What? Is it civilian?" Carnis asked, wondering if the reporter had managed to get something out on his way to the brig.
"Negative, it's definitely a military encryption, it looks . . . Romulan." The ensign looked around in horror.
"Block it if you can, and try to decrypt it. Hail the shipyard, they've got a spy somewhere." He said with authority, back in his element of commanding a starship. They may not be flying, but it was an operational vessel in every other sence of the word.
"Aye sir." Came the reply from the Science station, quickly followed by a young female voice saying, "Hailing frequencies open Captain, Admiral Ark'Vor responding."
"On screen." The viewscreen flickered into life, showing a hectic scene, "I would guess you picked up the signal Admiral."
"Indeed we did Captain, we're trying to pinpoint the transmission location now, but half our sensors are offline for a routine diagnostic, they knew when to send the signal. Any luck your end?"
"No sir, I've got science working on it now, we're trying to decrypt it as well."
"Very good, let me know if you get anything." The screen blinked back to the external view again.
"Anything on the decryption Ensign?" He asked.
"No sir, it's top level encryption, I can't even get close to it, the chief might be able to help you, I hear she's pretty good." Carnis nodded, tapping the ship-wide button.
"Chief Science Officer please report to the bridge immediately." He shut the intercom down, "Keep working on the signal trace Ensign."
"Aye sir, the block appears to be working sir."
"Good, monitor it, let me know how much may have gotten through if you manage to decrypt it." So much for a quiet start to life on his new command, still, it was good to be back in charge of a crew.
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Third was brought out of her almost dreaming state as her title was called over the intercom. Frowning, she attempted to remember what the voice had said before shutting down. Was it something about the bridge? She blinked. Oh, reporting, right.
"Holmes, you do know he was talking to you?" said the voice of a fellow science officer, who had actually known her for a year or so. He frowned slightly at her, knowing it wouldn't take much for little Vera Holmes to forget everything. Third simply shrugged at this, as anyone could easily understand a being like herself not being able to pay attention to such small fractions of time. When you live forever, many immortals found, past, present and future sort of blend together. However, Third wasn't immortal anymore, at least she didn't think she was. As she stepped into the elevator, declaring her destination, she winked at the poor friend before the doors closed, and the contraption moved.
Her presence was declared by a sorely missed "whoosh" of the elevator doors, and Third stepped unto the bridge, well knowing that she didn't exactly appear like the average science officer. She greeted the Captain as politely as she could, but preferred to get to the point by adding "How may I be of assistance?" with a slightly smug grin.
"Holmes, you do know he was talking to you?" said the voice of a fellow science officer, who had actually known her for a year or so. He frowned slightly at her, knowing it wouldn't take much for little Vera Holmes to forget everything. Third simply shrugged at this, as anyone could easily understand a being like herself not being able to pay attention to such small fractions of time. When you live forever, many immortals found, past, present and future sort of blend together. However, Third wasn't immortal anymore, at least she didn't think she was. As she stepped into the elevator, declaring her destination, she winked at the poor friend before the doors closed, and the contraption moved.
Her presence was declared by a sorely missed "whoosh" of the elevator doors, and Third stepped unto the bridge, well knowing that she didn't exactly appear like the average science officer. She greeted the Captain as politely as she could, but preferred to get to the point by adding "How may I be of assistance?" with a slightly smug grin.
OOC Notes
"First, what's your name, second we've intercepted an encrypted transmission from this system, top level romulans military encryption, your ensign can fill you in. We think we're blocking it, and we're working on pinpointing the origin." Carnis replied, recovering from seeing the woman in front of him, she didn't seem to be a particularly regulation conscious officer.
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Elsewhere on the ship, the journalist had recently activated an implanted subspace transmitter, the switch was in the roof of his mouth, no-one would have noticed him activate it. His mission was complete, if Starfleet were able to jam it, it wouldn't matter, the important parts were transmitted in a micro data burst at the start, the rest was mainly as a distraction to keep them off the micro burst. He wondered if he would escape this alive . . .
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Hidden near a gasgiant, a Romulan fleet waited, waiting for the transmission from their spy. Within minutes of it arriving, the last ship had achieved warpspeed . . .
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Elsewhere on the ship, the journalist had recently activated an implanted subspace transmitter, the switch was in the roof of his mouth, no-one would have noticed him activate it. His mission was complete, if Starfleet were able to jam it, it wouldn't matter, the important parts were transmitted in a micro data burst at the start, the rest was mainly as a distraction to keep them off the micro burst. He wondered if he would escape this alive . . .
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Hidden near a gasgiant, a Romulan fleet waited, waiting for the transmission from their spy. Within minutes of it arriving, the last ship had achieved warpspeed . . .
OOC Notes
The lift doors opened, and Trenton stepped into his station. One of the officers immediately came to him. "Sir, the captain sent somebody down to the brig about ten minutes ago."
"Already? Not even off dock, and we're already arresting people? Either the bar's open early, or Star Fleet picked the roudiest crew ever."
"It's not a member of Star Fleet."
"What do you mean? Is it a stowaway? A spy? A trader?"
"That's just it. The guy claimed to be some decoration person for the ship. Captain I guess didn't believe him. We're watching him now. The Captain wants you to contact the shipyards and have a transport get him to the shipyards."
Trenton sighed and out a hand through his hair. That was all he needed. Somebody giving him a problem already.
"Fine. Keep your eyes on him. I'll contact the shipyard."
Trenton went to his comm unit and punched in a few buttons.
"Shipyard, go ahead."
"This is Trenton Mustaine, Chief of Security aboard the Pandora, we have arrested someone claiming to have been part of the decoration of the ship. Request shuttlecraft to come and take him off the ship."
"Acknowledged. Shuttlecraft will arrive in 5 minutes."
Trenton sighed as he turned off the comm unit. He then called the bridge.
"Security to bridge."
"Already? Not even off dock, and we're already arresting people? Either the bar's open early, or Star Fleet picked the roudiest crew ever."
"It's not a member of Star Fleet."
"What do you mean? Is it a stowaway? A spy? A trader?"
"That's just it. The guy claimed to be some decoration person for the ship. Captain I guess didn't believe him. We're watching him now. The Captain wants you to contact the shipyards and have a transport get him to the shipyards."
Trenton sighed and out a hand through his hair. That was all he needed. Somebody giving him a problem already.
"Fine. Keep your eyes on him. I'll contact the shipyard."
Trenton went to his comm unit and punched in a few buttons.
"Shipyard, go ahead."
"This is Trenton Mustaine, Chief of Security aboard the Pandora, we have arrested someone claiming to have been part of the decoration of the ship. Request shuttlecraft to come and take him off the ship."
"Acknowledged. Shuttlecraft will arrive in 5 minutes."
Trenton sighed as he turned off the comm unit. He then called the bridge.
"Security to bridge."
OOC Notes
La'Piri continued to walk down the corridors, jabbing the device into the unsuspecting passenger's necks, watching them freak out. She would blink and walk off every time they stared at her, looking quite shocked and confused. Human emotions puzzled her sometimes. She eventually made it onto the bridge and injected the vaccine into the linguist's neck and looked at the device; it was empty. She retrieved a new one and hit the pilot on the neck gently, "If you feel a bit of swelling on your third toe, don't be alarmed, it's normal." She stepped up to the science officer and jabbed her arm with the syringe and then moved to the captain where she repeated the procedure, "Captain, I'll be done with the vaccines by take off. If your clavicle begins to feel sour, or even... "Squishy" as you humans would say, don't be alarmed, it's normal, healthy, even." Continuing on, she didn't stop as people glared at her or gave her odd looks, or yelped as the vaccines took effect. Sometimes the vaccines could be bloody awful, but these were for normal everyday viruses that wouldn't do much harm.
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Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
I would say that this roleplay has bit the dust. It's been over a month.
It doesn't really surprise me.
It doesn't really surprise me.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Mh, my character has fainted from the.. thing.. so there's not much I can write, I'm afraid :l
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
I can't post anymore until the GM does... or someone dies... or gets sick.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
This RP ain't gonna die on me, not if I can help it! I've just been a bit busy lately, so haven't gotten around to figuring out what's going to happen :p
My problem is that several characters were vaccinated, which I hadn't planned on :S And although I can easily present you with an antidote, that wouldn't be very sporting :D So no-ones going to die, I'm just figuring out how to get an antidote to you guys without it being too easy. (Suggestions welcome!) Si please bear with me a little while longer, in a short while, all hell will break loose in space (if you hadn't guessed already), so I'll try and give you an opening to sort out the vaccinations sooner rather than later.
@Thekherham: There are possibilities for non-standard species, though you'll need to give me a reason why they were accepted into Starfleet. At this point in the timeline, only the mainstream races were being accepted. And if you're making up your own race, then be sure to add a fair bit of detail in for my reference ;) If you've got any specific queries, fire me a PM and I'll answer as best I can :)
My problem is that several characters were vaccinated, which I hadn't planned on :S And although I can easily present you with an antidote, that wouldn't be very sporting :D So no-ones going to die, I'm just figuring out how to get an antidote to you guys without it being too easy. (Suggestions welcome!) Si please bear with me a little while longer, in a short while, all hell will break loose in space (if you hadn't guessed already), so I'll try and give you an opening to sort out the vaccinations sooner rather than later.
@Thekherham: There are possibilities for non-standard species, though you'll need to give me a reason why they were accepted into Starfleet. At this point in the timeline, only the mainstream races were being accepted. And if you're making up your own race, then be sure to add a fair bit of detail in for my reference ;) If you've got any specific queries, fire me a PM and I'll answer as best I can :)
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Thing is, people are slightly unsure of what to post, as most of the main characters have fainted from a drug-thing. I'm not the GM or anything, so basically I'm just guessing here, but I don't think it's dead, at least.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Unless I'm making a mistake the last post in the IC was on April 20, so I was wondering if this roleplay is still alive.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Just taking a peek here, wondering if there is room for any aliens. I mean, other than Vulcans or Romulans or Klingons or Betazoids etc.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
HOW WILL THIS EVER END WELL!
WILL OUR HEROES BE DEFEATED BEFORE THE REAL ADVENTURE CAN EVEN BEGIN?!
TUNE IN NEXT TIME..
I probably should lay off the chocolates, I'm sorry.
WILL OUR HEROES BE DEFEATED BEFORE THE REAL ADVENTURE CAN EVEN BEGIN?!
TUNE IN NEXT TIME..
I probably should lay off the chocolates, I'm sorry.
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Oooh.... Good one. See, I had two reports due today... So I was swamped for a few nights... Not to mention state testing... So I might be able to post tonight or tomorrow...
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Gee Willikers, Batman! I see what you're saying... Sort of... I believe me spandex may be on a little two tight... What's so mysterious?
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
I'm not certain what you mean by joining as an OC, but if you're willing to learn, then I have no problem. Only junior officer positions are open now anyway, so that will make it easier on you :D
As for learning about the universe, google Memory Alpha. It's a wiki based on Star Trek. The important things to know about are the Romulans, our main adversary, the main technologies (warp drives, phaser weapons, Multi-Vectored Assault Mode) And things like the uniforms, that's probably about all that's really necessary :p Other than that, if you have a question, just shout up in the OOC and we'll try to answer it.
For submitting a character, you will need to pick a division to work in, they are the following (in no particular order):
Engineering: Responsible for running the ship, maintaining each and every system, no matter how small.
Security: Responsible for ship-side security, and also providing security for away teams.
Tactical: Responsible for the ships weapons and defences during ship combat, they tend to be trained in a similar fashion to security as well.
Science: Responsible for studying the universe, be that with the ships sensors or with their tricorders on a planet.
Medical: Responsible for keeping everyone on board alive.
Command: There are only a few command roles on a ship, they are the chiefs of each department, the XO and the Captain, they run the ship essentially.
Helm: Only a few of these, but they pilot the ship. It is rare that you get a dedicated helmsman, they often double in other departments, generally tactical. However we do have on dedicated helmsman ;)
So, take your pick and send in a character sheet ;)
As for learning about the universe, google Memory Alpha. It's a wiki based on Star Trek. The important things to know about are the Romulans, our main adversary, the main technologies (warp drives, phaser weapons, Multi-Vectored Assault Mode) And things like the uniforms, that's probably about all that's really necessary :p Other than that, if you have a question, just shout up in the OOC and we'll try to answer it.
For submitting a character, you will need to pick a division to work in, they are the following (in no particular order):
Engineering: Responsible for running the ship, maintaining each and every system, no matter how small.
Security: Responsible for ship-side security, and also providing security for away teams.
Tactical: Responsible for the ships weapons and defences during ship combat, they tend to be trained in a similar fashion to security as well.
Science: Responsible for studying the universe, be that with the ships sensors or with their tricorders on a planet.
Medical: Responsible for keeping everyone on board alive.
Command: There are only a few command roles on a ship, they are the chiefs of each department, the XO and the Captain, they run the ship essentially.
Helm: Only a few of these, but they pilot the ship. It is rare that you get a dedicated helmsman, they often double in other departments, generally tactical. However we do have on dedicated helmsman ;)
So, take your pick and send in a character sheet ;)
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Hello. I was wondering if I could join... but... I dont know too much about Star Trek... can i possibly join as an OC? I won't get in the way! I promise! *begs* And my character could learn about stuff while I learn about Star Trek stuff! 9.9
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
No problems leon, real life always takes priority :)
As for make believe, I shall try and give you an entry into it shortly. I'll figure it out :)
As for make believe, I shall try and give you an entry into it shortly. I'll figure it out :)
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Sorry for the delay since my first IC post. I just transferred schools and was trying to get situated and I was gone camping this last weekend. I'll just try to fit my character in as if he'd been here the whole time. I'd appreciate some help in trying to fit into the plot, so I'm just going keep checking back here before I go IC again so I don't screw anything up. If you feel the need to remove me because of my absence, then do what you must. In any case, thanks!
Re: [OOC] U.S.S. Pandora - Star Trek
Samurai, have the ensign I sent to the brig with the journalist report it to you, then come and speak to the Captain about it, probably the best option for introductions.
Raijin, I'll try and figure out some reason to call you to the bridge :)
Raijin, I'll try and figure out some reason to call you to the bridge :)
