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Tyrlon

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    Salt this, buddy!

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    Not a member of UFOP: SB 118

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    Besides Star Trek and Writing? Tabletop RPGs. Most Sci-fi/Fantasy and historical fiction. Kendo. Bass Drum. Food (Nom nom). Mainly being an escapist these days.

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  1. Didn't see a thread relating to starting characters, with this subject, so I was curious about it. I'm aware most you (besides NPCs) are all officers who went through the usual Academy process. But, do you have an option for someone that may be prior-enlisted, or who's enlisted or might seek a warrant or commission that way? Reason I'm asking is that your rank chart has enlisted/NCO's and Warrants. Nothing wrong with being an Ensign (if one graduates.), but I was thinking of my own character being enlisted years beforehand, and then choosing to attend the academy, in his backstory. Not attempting to be over-experienced, it's just a thought, given some long-lived species. Take Tuvok, joining Starfleet in the 23rd century, leaving, and then re-joining in the 24th for instance. I'll be young, relative to an El-Aurian, but older then a Human for instance (50-odd years old). So something similar wouldn't be unexplained. But if it's too complicated then that's all fine. I'll go the typical route, since simple is good. Back to the overall subject though, maybe someday someone new will just want to start out as a Crewman eh? That may not be the most exciting or interactive experience I realise since most seem to focus on the senior officers, but not everyone is keen to be the Captain. (Well, only if we can be like Scotty and Spock with the rank, but not the position, heh.)
  2. SB 118 Rubbing his next after the rather long runabout trip from Earth to this sector of space, Tyrlon was feeling the time difference already. Although he arrived a few hours ahead of schedule, he wasn't in a hurry to report in just yet. Something about seeming over-eager wasn't very appealing to him. So, he wondered the starbases main concourse in search of somewhere to sit down and read up on the training ships technical specs. it never hurt to be prepared with some knowledge of the systems, even if it was just a temporary assignment. Finding what seemed to be a small almost pub-like place, the El-Aurian settled into a seat at the bar, putting his small carry-on down, while taking out a PADD. A lithe Ferengi women came up from behind the bar, and smiled with a few crooked teeth. "Hello Who-Man. Looks as if you're passing through. What may I get you from my humble establishment?" The smell of what could only be bettle snuff, seemed to come off of her. Or maybe she'd just been handling it. Rubbing his chin Tyrlon gave a smile in return. "El-Aurian actually. Humans are everywhere in Starfleet I reckon eh." He shrugged. "I'll have synth ale. And what food do you have that isn't replicated?" The Ferengi smirked some more. "Ah, sorry. Sometimes you all look the same. But Who-man or not, I like you all just the same." She picked up a mug and put it in a drink dispenser, letting it fill up, before placing it before Tyrlon. "As to food," she continued. "Well, depends on your spending." Raising an eyebrow, Tyrlon asked, "Well, would a few slips of latinum offer anything? It's all I have." Tapping her own PADD, the bartender replied, "Of course. Credits are only good for the cheap stuff. With that, I can offer some jumbo Romulan molluscs. Harder to get these days after all. Four slips will cover it." Not really wanting to haggle, or whatever greed induced economics were at work, the El-Aurian nodded. "Good enough." He went down to his bag again and took out the slips. He had six left. Not that he was planning on using his allotment all up, he picked up one more. Placing them in the waiting hands of the Ferengi he gave her a wink. "Five for some hopeful future business." The latinum was gone before he could blink. The bartender beamed with delight. "In that case, the name's Nava. And I look forward to seeing more of you. Now, let me see to those molluscs." She turned and went into the backroom. Looking around Tyrlon noticed the place was mostly empty, save for a few civilians. But he didn't mind being by himself most times. He'd be busy soon enough.
  3. G'day all. Hmm. Seems I'm several years late to this party eh? Used to sim back in the mid 90's before I enlisted and didn't put any effort/time into this. So, excuse me for being very rusty at first. Silly online gaming has spoiled me. There's very little in the way of organised fandom here in the city, so going back to the basics is a good way to keep my interest alive. Even with STO (Aye, I was daft enough to buy a lifetime package before release.) it's just not the same as the old imagination. Although, if anyone plays, I'd be happy to log in again. *shrugs* Anywho. Looks as if you've had some characters/writers come and go over the years. Sad, but life happens I reckon. But it would be a shame to let that past go to waste and not have a future still. So, thank you for keeping some spirit of Trek alive in these...um...re-booted and uncertain times for this old franchise. I'm interested in seeing where you're going and to hopefully not flake out. Hope to see you all on the other side. Cheers.
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