<<1225 Hours -- Day 2 -- Marketplace>> =A= "Beladd to Tournneau...we need to talk." =A= Tournneau pressed his commbadge as he and Greyman were walking away from the smoldering cafe. "Tournneau here...we need to talk? All right, I promise to leave the seat down next time..." <Eng...

ON: <<Torik’s Office -- Mission Day 2 -- 1210 Hours>> =A= "Tournneau to Toren, you've got to get the power shut off to the market as soon as you can manage!" =A= Derek’s voice crackled on the intercom, urgency in his demand. The technicians in the control center office were furiously tapp...

ON: <<Torva IV Colony, En Route to Marketplace, Day 2, 1205>> Tournneau and Greyman (PNPC) ran out of the administration office, brushing into multiple colonists who were running into the building on the way out of the door. The two Dereks ran down the pathway leading from the central complex down t...

This is a test of the Library Computer Access/Retrieval System.

Please disregard.

ON: <<Torik's Office, Day 2, 1155 Hours>> The officers from the Malinche followed Torik (NPC) up the flight of stairs to the second floor, where they found his office at the end of a long corridor. The office was quite large, more of a control center really, and had wide windows that overlooked the...

Add Lt. Beladd to the party, please Also, from what I understood there were some larger objects that were replicated to repair structural damage to some buildings, will those be able to be beamed as they are not biological, or will they need to be shuttled in? And, will there be secondary away teams...

ON: << USS Malinche-A -- Observation Lounge -- Mission 25, Day 01 -- 1348 Hours>> Throughout the mission briefing, Derek had been fidgeting in his chair. His stomach was not taking kindly to the lunch that he had eaten earlier - it was one of his “usuals”, a catfish poboy. He’d eaten it pretty frequ...

ON: << USS Malinche-A -- Chief Engineer’s Office, Deck 13 -- Mission 25, Day 01 -- 0930 Hours>> Red tape, red tape, red tape. Lieutenant Commander Derek Tournneau shook his head as he sat at his desk approving the last Engineering team reports from the week before for submission to the Fleet office....

OFF: This is a backpost, taking place before the last large JP. ON: << USS Malinche-A -- Chief Engineer’s Quarters, Deck 3-Alpha -- Mission Day 14 -- 0545 Hours>> Derek Tournneau had been sitting in his bathtub, full of foam, for the past thirty minutes. They had let him, and the other away team mem...

ON: << USS Malinche-A -- Main Sickbay -- Mission 25, Day 01 -- 0815 Hours>> Lt. Toren (PNPC) sat in his office in the middle of the sickbay, reviewing his daily log. The young Vulcan officer was quite diligent with his daily routine. He began at the bottom of the list. There were, of course, the han...

Sounds good - I've put in the JP that their computer and power systems have been affected by the storms, and that there was also some flood damage done. Let me know if that is in the right direction as far as the immediate problem. Proposed solution - replicate necessary spares; send engineering and...

OFF: This is a back-post, taking place after the return of the away team. ON: << USS Malinche - Main Shuttlebay - Mission Day 13 - 1300 Hours>> “Lunch is served!” Derek Tournneau leapt to catch a football that his brother, John had thrown him. He ran across the lawn of Kerry Park to his wife, Anaya,...

ON: << USS Malinche | Sickbay | Mission Day 14 | 1931 hours >> "How much longer must I endure this foul sickbay!?" the Klingon asked, seeing one of the medical staff enter the room, finally. It mattered little to him weather or not that person was the CMO or not. All he cared about was to...

ON: << Outpost Beta 12: Data Core | Day 12 | 1551 Hours >> "Set phasers to auto rotate frequencies," Korath said. "Make your shots count. We may not get many of them off before the Borg adapt." The confines of the data center felt suddenly claustrophobic, as the Away Team double-...

<<USS Malinche - Mess Hall - Mission Day 9 - 0830 Hours>> “Eggs Benedict, sausage, and hash browns; Hot Tea, Tower of London blend - milk and sugar.” The replicator chirpped in acknowledgment and the meal spun and sparkled its way into existence. Derek picked up the tray and sat at his now customar...