29 May 2013 @ 07:59 pm
Well, now we're at a relative minimum of ongoing life-threatening horrors- [He pauses for a moment, waiting to see if the universe was going to challenge that statement and send Ward to shoot him or the like]- ah, there we are. Anywho, it's caught my eye that while Security's managed a most impressive list of doers of good and daring-do, we've at scare what I'd consider even the liberal definition of a bare-bones shift down in Engineering.

[Or, as the tone of his voice implies, the best department in ever]

For all ye laddies and lassies not from a more technologically enlightened era, those'd be the bits that keep us all alive and, in theory, moving...to...ah, somewhere. They require a fair bit of upkeep. Particularly when we find ourselves in a bit of a tussle, as seems rather the norm aboard this Lady.

Which brings about the point of these ramblings. If any aboard are keen on gaining a bit of hands-on experience on learning the ins and outs of the fine engineering trade, I've a touch of experience from my Academy days in expanding eager minds. No previous experience needed- the less the better, in some cases. I'm sure other members of the department'd be pleased to help in the endeavour, as well. [Or have students shoved off on them when Scotty gets distracted. Same difference.]

So if you've an interest, pipe up here and we'll set up a shadowing schedule. Scotty out.
 
 
27 May 2013 @ 04:28 pm
Fight Club, Holodeck 3. Hand-to-hand combat only. Spectators welcome.

I'm looking for another supervisor. If you're interested, drop me a line.



[ooc: ACCOMPANYING LOG.]
 
 
20 May 2013 @ 10:46 pm
[ the camera turns on to show gwen holding a sword that is sheathed, the handle basic yet beautifully crafted, well made.] The events as of late have made it clear that we may need to defend ourselves from those we do not know. Enemies outside of our ship and... well, erm, perhaps the monsters that lay within. [ space rats.]

[ she pulls the blade from it's sheath to show her work, smiling softly as she lays it down and addresses the camera once more.]

I would like to offer my services to those who are in need of a sword. My father was a blacksmith and taught me his trade- [ cue a sadder sort of smile.] I can also make smaller blades. I only ask that you use them to defend yourselves and not on one another. We must work together to protect our temporary home. I share a forge with Fili and Kili, who are also master craftsmen.

[ awkward pause.]

Thank you. For your time.
 
 
20 May 2013 @ 05:22 pm
[the feed opens on a shot of wesley sat with his feet up on the table in his room. he's wearing his newly delivered outfit, sans mask. that particular item is sat on the table behind the comm device and out of shot.instead, he's holding a nearly identical version; one he happened to have been given a few months ago, back when every resident was given something similar. right now, he's busy cleaning the goggles, using a scrap of cloth that one person on the ship may be familiar with (hi raven).

he also happens to be whistling a tune, nice and slowly. hooow much is that doooggy in the windooow... (a gift for you, derek. there's even a ping here because he can)]


Lessons are off. [unless you're a mutant, a martin, or a stilinski.] You still want someone around while you practice, talk to Kirk. It's kind of his job.

And I guess I should ask here too. Anybody seen my cat? White fucker called Annabelle. And no, don't blame me for the shitty name. [also, please ignore the fact he actually does...kind of like the thing. none of you need to know that.

and with those announcements done, on to the actual point of this post. and don't mind him as the purposely swaps out the mask for one of his guns.]


So. Remus Lupin. It's time you and me have a little talk. [you can trust the grin on his face, right?] You don't get to back out of this one.

[not when it involves family. that's his (not)sister you're fucking, so clearly it's his job to send out the threats. leaving it to her actual brother isn't an option.]
 
 
02 May 2013 @ 04:33 pm
[Jim doesn't address the ship with a hello this time around, instead cutting to the chase, the only warning the somber look on his face and the fact that he's sitting down. he isn't at a desk and there's a dirty scuff mark on his jaw, so it's clear that wherever he's making this broadcast from, it's in the middle of repairs on the ship.]

What happened with the pirates was a tragedy. [a beat] In my own universe, if we could we'd send the deceased back to their home planet for their relatives to handle. Barring that, we would opt for a space burial by jettisoning the body into the stars, whether through coffin or cremation.

[it's a little romantic, especially for Jim, but while he might not personally be very spiritual or religious, he understands that there are many who can't stand the dead being spoken of as just another body to get rid of. he, himself, still sees the dead as people— individuals he couldn't save. the dead deserved respect, because once upon a time, they'd been living and breathing and thinking.]

I know the final say will fall to medical, as it's their facilities that will need to be used in either case— [and he nods, an acknowledgement to the medical staff on board] — but I believe a funeral service should be held and would be good for all of us. A loss of life this huge can effect people in ways we might not initially expect, and we've had losses of our own number that deserve a proper goodbye.

[he's speaking of literal losses, yes, but he's also speaking of the figurative. a loss of innocence was just as tragic as the loss of a life. Kurt's post, speaking of the girl at the end of the play, came to mind, and the loss of Gingersnap was a startling blow for anyone who knew Tyke and her dogs.]

There's an outdoor chapel in the oxygen gardens, should anyone want to make use of it, or should anyone elect to hold an official service. Enterprise, we'll be meeting at Chase's apple tree on the second level at 18:00 hours. Anyone else wishing to attend is more than welcome.

I realize we have our work cut out for us with the jump only a few days away, but we need to remember to take care of ourselves and our own. We're all we've got up here, whether we like it or not. Taking a half hour of one day won't hurt.

Kirk out.
 
 
30 April 2013 @ 10:12 am
[Godric has been scarce during the invasion by the Scylla's crew, and for good reason. But he's been paying attention. He's in the emergency shuttle bay when he turns on the video, and evidence of the pirates is immediately apparent. There are supplies and equipment, some of it packed away, some of it scattered on the floor in disarray. But more concerning are the devices attached to the walls, the floor, and even the door -- clearly explosives of some sort. An escape plan, or a defensive perimeter. It would be more alarming, but for the fact that all the devices look still and quiet, void of frightening red lights or ominous noises.

Perhaps most eye-catching of all is the message written above the two tubes protruding from the outer hull of the Tranquility:


MAKE IT QUICK...


Godric turns the video onto himself, and addresses anyone watching.]

It seems our friend has left us a note.

[Usually, this would be locked to Security. But with Tyke out of commission, it's probably a moot point.]
 
 
[ the feed opens up on, well, nothing actually, the unfortunate consequence of being on audio. you don't get to see tony's face, but what you do get to hear is something akin to a robot moving around and the sound of machinery being fiddled with. there's a moment where there's also an exhale like tony's getting ready to say something before there's a clang. and a few muttered curses, before tony actually says something. it regrettably not the original thing he planned on starting this with. ]

I wanted you to come along and be helpful, Dum-E, not drop things on my foot. I will take you apart don't think I won't. [ ah, and yes, the feed was on, forgot about that. ]

Not actually how I wanted to start this. Disregard any of that, by the way, I'm fighting with something from home. Anyway. You know for all we have a bunch of hero types, leaders, take charge alpha males and females, you think we could have prevented that. I know, we're all displaced people and what, the pirates thought we were insane because we all shouted and threatened to kill them or hurt them and I don't like people taking my shit as much as the next guy, but did you notice that we're forty years behind, according to them. I don't think any of them were forty, I haven't looked at all the dead bodies of course, I'm not that morbid, but this is something they knew about. We're a ghost story to them. We're a ghost story that shouldn't exist. [ a pause and more noises on his end are heard. ] I don't know about you, but I feel pretty solid. No one was supposed to get down to the brig, and yet, how in the fuck do you think we got to hear dead bodies falling down. I'm not advocating law, because guess what, martial law, also known as what you heard but shouldn't have heard, is the only thing you could pull off. And can you guess who's in charge of what your punishment is, who would be your military tribunal. I'll give you a hint, it's not Kirk, it's not me, not Nathan, not Tyke, it's not any of the captains who came or insert military rank here, etc.

Yeah, for those of you listening at home, that leaves Ward. And Resnik. What I'm saying, if I'm saying anything, and I am and I am hoping you are actually listening, is that we're stuck fending for ourselves here. And unless we get our fucking shit together, we're gonna be like sitting ducks. And I'm not a big fan of being a duck. So, you know, maybe you might want to pull your heads out of your asses and stop acting like this is a vacation and, oh I don't know, maybe make sure the next time someone decides to board us or we stop at a hell port, we're not looking like insane idiots and maybe we might learn something. But, hey, what I know, maybe I'm just making this situation worse. Yeah, something tells me I'm okay.

[ there's a beat and another muffled curse before he continues. ]

Oh yeah, in case any of you are not nursing wounds, funny thing about pirates ripping things off the ship, you kind of need to fix them and/or find the parts they took. Those of you who have any sort of actual ability when it comes repairing mechanical things, could use your assistance or maybe the ship will break during a jump and that means we're dead. So, yeah, get in touch now, I don't care about your grieving at the moment, you can grieve later, trust me.

And no, I'm not bothering with a lock, our pirates, our now dead pirates, got into every lock including mine and every other tech person's. And may have pointed out that Ward and Resnik could see it all. So, I'm not bothering with a lock against those two that won't work, because there's always a backdoor they can see through. 

[ stark encryption 100% to pepper potts ]
You're not gonna kill me in my sleep if I spend way too much time trying to fix all of this right? And not exactly sorry about the PR mess this is going to be right now.

[ axvengers encryption 100% ]
I would go on an adventure to their ship, but I'm stuck doing this. Do a bit of recon and steal some loot. Not that you really need the order, but I might as well say it anyway. Stash it 100, and we'll talk when I get a chance. In person. About all of this.
 
 
22 April 2013 @ 07:51 am
[the video clicks on to Kirk standing in the armory, communicator held level with his face. his expression, though not hostile, certainly holds something unyielding in it. right now, Jim is every bit a starship captain, ready to go to bat for his ship. even if this ship wasn't theirs, as the pirates have been so quick to declare, it was the place they were forced to call home. they have enough trouble as it is without these guys coming in and thinking they can take whatever the want, and to Kirk- the people on this ship might as well be his own. they haven't heard from Ward or Resnik, last they'd heard they were missing. The pirates have said otherwise, but considering their line of work Jim isn't inclined to believe much of what they say.]

Captain Laurens, my name is Jim Kirk.

I'm sure you've noticed the people of this ship don't take being boarded and threatened lightly. We know why you're here, but we can't allow you to clear out our stores when we need them ourselves. I think we both want to avoid as much bloodshed as possible. I'm inviting you to come forward for negotiations.

[he's aware it's a long shot, that these guys aren't going to want to negotiate, but half of this is for Kirk to find out first hand out how they'll respond and where their movements might take them. They need to take back the ship and to do that, they need to find out where those pirates are. The pings he sends out don't ask for a response, but their meaning is clear: report in, we're going to move out.]

PING :: ENTERPRISE ENCRYPTION :: ALERT

PING :: GUNNERY ENCRYPTION :: ALERT
 
 
11 April 2013 @ 06:47 pm
[ When the feed comes on, Jo's leaning over the counter of a bar. Wichita's bar, Space Babylon, if anyone recognizes it from that alone. ]

Just to send out a heads up, but I'm gonna take over management of the bar for a few weeks. Same hours, same everything, I'll just be your one and only.

[ Have a very proud, 'I suddenly have all the power' kind of smiles. ]

Name's Jo, if you're interested. And before you start asking, no. I don't know where Wichita is. She just told me to take over and I did. [ they have that kind of agreement. ]

Though if anyone's got some free time and would like to hang around and bounce, it would be much appreciated. As much as I wanna run this place entirely on my own...thanks, but no thanks. And yeah. That's it.

[ And Jo gives a sort of wave/salute/what have you as she cuts the feed back off again. ]


[[ ooc: and here's the open bar log for anyone who wants to come by and hang out with jo, or throw up an open tag or anything. Jo will probably be hanging around, chatting it up with any and everyone. Free alcohol, guys, how can you say no. ]]
 
 
27 March 2013 @ 08:28 pm
[ Pepper switches on the video, rather chilled out and calm seeming. Space life hasn't been treating her awfully since she came back, so everything's quite rosy. So far.

She offers the network a mild smile.
]

Is it kind of bad that I miss running a company? I think it's a bit bad. Especially since this is a company that has, over the years, been almost as frustrating as it has been rewarding. It's true that they say you don't know the true value of something until you've lost it. [ A little laugh, knowing she's being a little bit ... geeky? Maybe? ] I mean, the whole trading system of business makes sense here, I don't think we could set up a spaceship economy even if we wanted to, but...

[ She shrugs, waving a hand dismissively. ]

I guess I miss having something to do. For all the stress, it was good to have a way of filling up my time, and I don't have that here. Not that most of us have anything like what we're used to back home, of course. What I wouldn't give to have to sit through a board meeting or two every so often! If I ever said the same back home, I'd sound ridiculous.

The obvious answer to all this is "get a job", but - well, unless anyone has any suggestions, I don't know where I'd necessarily fit best. I've spent so much time organising things and orientating myself around business models and now I don't see where to apply these skills here.

[ A pause. ]

Well, now is as good a time as any to start picking up new skills.

[ She finishes with a still pleasant smile and a reassuringly positive note in her voice. ]



( ooc: SORRY FOR BEING A BUTT ABOUT REPLYING omg i'm on it now i swear )
 
 
19 March 2013 @ 09:39 am
As we're long overdue and I've heard a few of you asking after it, anyone interested can come down to Holodeck 3 to join us for Fight Club. This is for hand-to-hand combat only. Spectators are welcome.


[ooc: ACCOMPANYING LOG; this is open to everyone!]
 
 
17 March 2013 @ 03:15 pm
[Taylor is looking better than she has in a while, less agitated and more steady, but there's still a frown pinching her brow for the announcement she has to make.]

Genetics lab is to be considered hostile territory. The place is fucking infested with those rats and attempts to clear and secure the area aren't putting a dent in their population.

[And she wasn't wasting any more ammo on trying it.]

You really want to head down there, you let me and SEC know. Don't go alone or unarmed. You want to do a proper run and need a security detail with you, we can provide one. Otherwise stay the fuck away.
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 11:01 pm
[hey everyone it's your favourite cocksure captain seated in his green Starfleet shirt to address you all]

To everyone still confused, welcome aboard the Tranquility, a colonization vessel located in an alternate universe to your own. My name is Jim Kirk and I'm sure I'm not the only person up here to wish we were meeting under better circumstances. As it stands, you'll be up here with us for a while, and because of that I highly recommend you stay informed. We've got plenty of reading material, but if you want a cliffnotes version, I'm happy to answer your questions.

[moving on, though, for the time being.]

Before the jump we discovered the genetics department. Passengers are not to go down there without clearance. The place is crawling with, for lack of a better word, monsters. These things are lethal. If you want some details as to what they'll do to you, I'm sure medical would be glad to give you the run down. For the time being, that area is considered off limits. Plans for clearing and extracting information from the department are already under way.

[even if Kirk isn't the captain, he says it as though there is no room for argument on this topic. Security plans on clearing out the monsters, if possible, and Cambridge has already made a call for those interested in information retrieval.]

Passengers should exercise caution when moving around the ship. Just last month we had an elevator malfunction that had people lost in the ship for at least a week. I can't stress enough that you need to keep in touch with one another, even if all you're doing is going to your department.

On that note, if you've just arrived and are looking to get involved, every department is looking for help. I head the Gunnery myself, and we're looking for individuals with previous weapons handling experience. If you're interested, give me a shout.


{ FILTERED TO ENGINEERING }
From what I gather, Isaac Clarke has gone missing as of the jump. [which he brings up because, up till now, Clarke was unofficially heading the department] Just checking to see how things are going down there.

{ PRIVATE TO TOPHER BRINK: KIRK ENCRYPTION 100% }
Brink, I need to speak with you regarding a patient that needs some tests run. Contact me when you've got a chance.


[the following links will blink to life on everyone's communicators and are accessible as text or audio.



[ooc: and last but not least the new GUNNERY FAQ!!]
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 06:49 pm
[ The feed clicks on to show a man with blond hair and sharp blue eyes, expression calm - maybe even a bit unimpressed. When he speaks there's a similar nonchalance, emphasized by the slight southern drawl. He's wearing something that looks a lot like a bullet proof vest, and there's a gold badge prominently displayed on the chest. ]

Greetings, good people of the Tranquility. [ An edge of sarcasm, mocking the formality. ] My name is William Johns, and I've got a bit of a problem - I was transporting a dangerous criminal when things went a little haywire. Needless to say, this was not my intended destination.

[ There's a pause to consider the unresponsive screen and the futility of acting like there's anything familiar to be found here, but he goes ahead anyway. It's clear by his tone that he's going through the motions, isn't expecting anything useful to come out of it. ]

If the name Richard B. Riddick rings a bell, it's in your best interests to let me know.

[ And, with that out of the way: ]

Failing that, let me know if you've heard of the Tangiers or Helion systems. I'd also suggest having an engineer look at your cryo-chambers, see if they can't swap them out for models that don't make such a damn mess. [ That's a joke. Mostly. ]
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 05:05 pm
 [The video flicks on to reveal a particularly banged up Commander Shepard still sitting in Medical, her scars cracking and glowing orange-red just a little more than they had been previously.  She's got the communicator propped up so she doesn't have to move around too much. Getting it that way had required her to be entirely too patient and she was running thin on that.  Being in a bed was by far the one thing she didn't want to do.  While she's feeling better, it's clear that getting up is probably not something that's going to be happening for awhile yet.  When she speaks, her voice is weary but there's steely determination in there.]

My name is Commander Sarka Shepard of the SSV Normandy SR-2 requesting a sitrep -- any information on our current whereabouts or mission parameters would be particularly helpful.  Obviously, this-- [Shepard waves, indicating the ship itself.]  --is not at all something I remotely recognize as being any sort of ship or facility design I am familiar with in the least.  So, useful details would be appreciated.    

[The muscles in her jaw tighten and twitch as she turns away, gingerly reaching for a glass of water.  There's a brief flare of her biotics and she pauses to refocus.  Nothing was working properly and it didn't help that she was irritated.  Getting a hold of the glass, she drains it, and leans painfully to put it back down.]

I'll be Medical, probably for a few more hours, and then I think I'll drag my sorry ass to my quarters.

[She makes a face.]

I could think of better ways to wake up.
 
 
Current Mood: awake
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 08:28 pm
Right, chaps. Cambridge here

I'm looking for a small group - a posse, if you will - of intrepid (preferably childless and unmarried) explorer and/or hero types to pop back in to the depths of that terribly interesting lab to retrieve whatever hard drives and assorted interesting bits of shit you saw there on my behalf

Reason being that there seems to be some kind of horribly intriguing and potentially nasty virus sitting around in that hardware and I do believe it warrants a bit of a poke (no jokes please, let's be professional)

Top tip: don't try anything stupid like plugging whatever pretty little bit of cybernetics you might have hardwired in to your brain straight in to it because I have a strong suspicion you'll end up thoroughly fucked

And I'm talking very thoroughly, like three orifices and both hands

You know what - let's play it safe, shall we?

- Don't press too many buttons
- Don't put your comms devices too near the equipment
- Don't even think of walking in to comms or the science department with so much as a bloody USB stick from that lab

In fact, just don't fuck with it at all - just bag it and tag it and bring it back to room 015 of passenger deck 011

Tea and medals for all upon a successful return



PRIVATE: CILLIAN QUINN
I do realise that the concept of an honest day's work is utterly abhorrent to the likes of you and I but if you fancy putting that attractive little brain of yours to work then let me know
 
 
05 March 2013 @ 07:19 pm
[Edgeworth sounds characteristically brisk and serious.]

I would like to ask everyone to take a moment to speak here - or to leave a text message - about what it is that they most wish to get home to, or what it is they most appreciate here.

There's a jump approaching, and not too long from now. As we all know, jumps rarely bring good things - they herald lost friends, new disasters. This is a difficult life we have here aboard this ship - one fraught with pain, with misery, with fear. It's far too easy to become lost in the morass of despair. It's too easy, with each jump, to think: what if I don't? What if I do not go to the jump bay? What if I simply sit back and let it all end?

I ask that you, in this post, remind everyone why it's worth it to keep on. Why it's worth it to suffer through these jumps, month after month, and why it's worth it to keep cautious and not just go seeking our death in those hallways, and why it's worth it to keep trying to make life better here. As we approach this new jump, as we prepare ourselves to welcome and console these new arrivals, let us remember why we should continue to fight.

Thank you all for your attention and cooperation.
 
 
19 February 2013 @ 10:05 pm
[there's the familiar face of Jim Kirk, and judging from his expression, you can expect this isn't going to be a fun broadcast. next to him is Tyke, who is leaning back in her seat, Jim seated in the middle and Spock standing on his right, hands at parade rest and as unflappable as ever.]

Passengers, this is Jim Kirk, if I could have your attention for a moment.

As everyone knows, we've got people lost in the ship. Petrelli has already asked everyone not to use the lifts and I'm going to repeat that caution. We believe something is malfunctioning and the lifts are sending people to the wrong floor. Judging by the faulty messages we've been getting, we can guess that it's somewhere deep in the ship. Communications is currently working on clearing that up.

Right now I need able-bodied personnel to report to the Gunnery via the stairs. We're going to be working with Security to put teams together. While we don't want anyone else getting lost, we've got people out there who weren't prepared for it. That means they need food and water and probably weapons.


[ spock doesn't step any further into the feed, but he does pull a series of data padds from seemingly nowhere. his gaze doesn't lift from the bundle as he speaks. ] The gunnery department is able to supply a number of projectile based weapons as well as several dozen phasers for those willing and capable of utilizing them. Medical is standing by to receive members of each party and equip them with first aid kits.

[ it isn't an afterthought, but there's something about the way he finally looks at the screen that still says illogical humans. ]

Despite individual concerns for the well-being of friends, family, and your fellow passengers, I do not believe it unreasonable to remind you that this is an emergency alert. Personal feelings aside, we are meant to aid others, and cannot be expected to do so if we do not also ensure our own safety.

[It's at that point that Tyke finally leans forward, but it's clear in her expression and tone that she doesn't want to be talking any more than she has to, barely covered-over frustration and agitation.]

Respond to this if you can see it and you're currently in a known location, even if you're not gonna be involved in running supplies. We need to figure some working idea of how many are lost and how many are safe.


[ooc: kirk, spock & tyke. here is a OOC post for coordination if you guys need it! if you're renting a weapon, check that post out please! also feel free to action it up in this post/talk amoungst yourselves etc]
 
 
12 February 2013 @ 10:45 pm
Aside from alcohol, what do you people use to knock yourselves out for the night/get a decent night's sleep?

[ It's been way too long for October and she's honestly worried about going insane if it continues. She's already feeling incredibly on edge and she could've sworn she saw shit that wasn't there earlier, shadows that had ice clawing up her spine. She's put it off long enough, too, so here she is admitting (in not so many words) that she needs help.

A roommate might be the best solution, honestly, but that's a big leap. ]


All suggestions welcome, but try to keep it to shit we've got on board so it might actually be helpful.
 
 
11 February 2013 @ 08:03 pm
shooting lessons. i've offered them up before, but now they're a more permanent deal

every third day (ship-wide disasters aside) at the range. turn up if you want to learn. fuck off if you're planning to screw around


[locked to stilinski's&mccall;]

[edit: locked individually to each person following the talk with stiles]

the offer goes out to the three of you first. complete with hand to hand training

take it if you want


[locked to hale, d;]

think your uncle would be up for getting involved?