Statistics: Posted by Sjet — Tue Sep 01, 2015 7:45 am
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PLAYER NAME: Sabrina Pandora
REAL NAME: Sabrina Pandora
RACE: Arboreal 'centaur'
GENDER: Female
AGE: 15
DATE OF BIRTH: Nov 22nd, 2246
PLACE OF BIRTH: Fleetwood Stables, Kutachi lands, Arboria
RANK: Lieutenant
MARITAL STATUS: Married
HEIGHT: 6’4"
WEIGHT: 867 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Chestnut brown with an increasing number of strands of silver beginning to peek through
EYE COLOR: Bright and magical blue
LANGUAGES: MLP, Federation standard, horse whispering
EDUCATION/QUALIFICATIONS: PhD as a General Physician, level 12 priestess of the Green God
SERVICE RECORD:
Starfleet Academy, 2248- 2252
Starfleet Medical Academy, 2252-2258
Starfleet Medical, staff, 2258-2259
USS Avalon, CMO, 2259-2261
USS Legacy, CMO, 2261
Decorations: None
FAMILY:
Spouse Lance Ironhooves
Children Thunder Ironhooves- stallion, age 5- son
Willow Ironhooves- dam, age 4- daughter in law
Bash Ironhooves- colt, age 1- grandson
Rein Nickerflank- dam, age 6- daughter
Tusk Nickerflank, age 3- granddaughter
Rhiannon Nickerflank- mare, age 1- great granddaughter
Father Mac Fleetwood, age 24
Mother Nix Fleetwood- deceased
Brother(s) Lindsey Fleetwood, age 16
Sister(s) Kristine Fleetwood, age 13
Other Family Uncle Oel Paint, age 32
LIKES: Avid jogger, often found in gymnasium on time off running through the nature simulatior on deck 20 or on a treadmill in Sickbay. Constantly studying to improve herself as a physician, as medical science does not come easily to her.
DISLIKES: Incompetence, inconvenience, away missions and lack of handicapped accessibility. "A ladder? Really?!?"
LIMITATIONS: Not terribly imaginative however. Ill-tempered, cranky and generally brusque pessimist. Intolerant of xenophobia or speciesism. Native religion is arboreal, perennially yearns to rejoin family.
STRENGTHS: Fast runner, high endurance, horse sense, poor sense of humor. Dutiful and compassionate healer.
QUIRKS: Cranky but compassionate- the cranky doctor with a heart of gold who will do what it takes for her patients, yet will not hesitate to endanger her career over a matter she feels is worth fighting for. A crusader at heart, she charges at everything. Fond of horse puns and jokes, whinnies when she laughs (or brays).
FAVORITE OR DEFINING QUOTES:
“You have got to be kidding me."
"Just get on the biobed or I'll tranquilize you and perform the procedure anyway."
"No, I DON'T want to go on the away mission, and I have plenty of reasons why you shouldn't need a physicia- oh. Well, if it's and order then I'll go. Under protest."
"Why are there no ramps in space...?"
HOBBIES/INTERESTS: Classical literature, people, psychology, bowling, romance novels (only after her heart has been broken), horror holovids, golf, basketball, volleyball, and football (soccer, not the American football - though she will watch the latter, enjoying the tight pants on the men)
AMBITIONS: To retire from Starfleet to do good work on home planet and be a country doctor.
MEDICAL PROFILE: Healthy as a horse, just ask her.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Unlike most fantasy heroes, comes from a good, loving and supportive home. Has a husband and child back home, but enjoys her job in space, where she gets to learn advanced medical techniques. Plans to retire when she makes Commander and live out her days teaching scientific medicine on her home planet, which will wholeheartedly reject said teachings.
Statistics: Posted by Guest — Mon Aug 31, 2015 8:24 pm
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With an almost inhuman degree of accuracy, given the poor ballistics of the projectile, the contents of TK's mug found itself splashed directly in Keth's face. He had debated throwing the mug as well, but decided that shards of broken glass could in no way improve the situation.
TK hesitated for just an instant to see how Keth would respond to the tactical delivery of the alcoholic beverage before pressing the attack.
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He was afraid; that was clear, so Nav did what she thought was right, and spoke clearly enough for him to hopefully hear and understand her. "Keth," she said, trying to break into the unending stream of consciousness. "Keth!" she said again, louder this time, watching his focus slide over her like a dog on skates. "Slower... speak much slower," she said, unable to match his own rapid speech pattern, and instead tried to keep her voice soothing and low. Her hand went slowly to his head, and she began petting it, like she would have done had it been his much smaller counterpart back on Earth.
"Calmly," she said. "Take deep, even breaths," all the while her hand moving with a gentle rhythm, despite her shoulders in his near iron grip. She had no idea what would happen next, and hoped that more appetizers wouldn't be involved as miniature weapons to be hurled at fellow crewmen. Those sausage rolls with toothpicks would hurt like a... well, she didn't relish anyone wearing them like a meaty pastry pin cushion...
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Statistics: Posted by KendleRJ — Sat Nov 22, 2014 1:13 pm
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Well thats how it sounded to Keth's ears. He'd watched as the small cocktail suasages had flown through the air in slow motion, and then exploded in small meaty eruptions against the walls and Nav. Why hadn't she just moved out of the way of the really slow moving projectiles? And why was she talking in such a slow and steady tone of voice, stretching out each syllable painfully. Keth looked over his shoulder, and saw that McGuffin was still rolling across the floor and sending people flying in small arcs.
Something was very, very wrong with everyone. Now Keth wasn't a scientist, in fact if all truth was known he wasn't much of anything really. In fact he was a poet, and a little bit of a song writer on the side but that was more a hobby. His medical training for when he joined Starfleet was more for his own knowledge base, and because humans tended to have a lot of accidents around him it made sense to know how to put them back together again. That had been a lot of fun, but also incredibly boring. But now he wished he'd studied the sciences or something, because this slow motion dance party was getting weird.
And now amounts of half minded haiku's would going to save him.
Keth slowly reached out to hold Nav's shoulders to keep her calm...
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Keth lunged forward, eyes so dilated he looked like a Japanese anime character having a aneurysm. His grip was as gently as could be expected, and the dislocation that should have happened never did fortunately as he began to speak. Well he tried to speak, a lot of the words were said in a sort of slurred flurry of words, and every now and then the universal translator just gave up and what came across was a chirpping chorus of purs and high pitched growls. One such growl caused a drinks glass to shatter, sending a delicious single malt to the floor.
But the gist of the clearly excitable, and utterly terrified Keth was thus: Time dilation, black holes, tractor beam equipped cocktail snacks, human levitation, TK's toupee, and something to do with the price of rice in China. All of this got through the mix of English, Huanni, and a metric crap ton of spittle that just went to show the Huanni say it and spray it with equal abanddon.
TAG-Party goers: man the life boats.
Ensign Keth Soban
One Man Red Shirt Killer
USS Legacy
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Nav considered the request and added into the details for the formal application to Engineering. "I've added it, Lieutenant," she said, "But the final say isn't mine." She took a swig of her beer as she listened, mostly to keep her mouth shut.
"One shot, Lieutenant." TK emphasized, "One god-damned shot burned out my entire offensive grid. You can't tell me that a significant amount of incompetence or negligence isn't involved in that. Then that ass-hat Admiral sends us into a combat mission before I can even run a basic shake-down. I'm tempted to believe the whole thing was deliberate."
In fact TK had been mulling over the events continuously since waking up in sickbay, and he wasn't the least bit pleased by his conclusions.
Negligence was quite the word to be using with reference to Starfleet. It sounded like TK was implying that there was something other than a few relays that were behind the sudden failure. And incompetence... well, she almost felt personally offended by an accusation. She had always taken such pride in her own work, and couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't. But to imply that the Admiral was involved in an imagined conspiracy...
"I can't speak to that," Nav said carefully. "I filled out a thorough repair report, if you're concerned." But it seemed more than likely that the Lieutenant might pursue his own line of questioning, and still harbour his impressions given his animosity to authority.
TK began counting off on his fingers.
"Phasers, torpedoes, shields, tactical and targeting sensors. Preferably in that order."
Nav took copious notes, recommendations, potential schedules for repair, maintenance, and meticulous detail for each system. "I think that might do it, Lieutenant," she said, taking another drink. Her mind was clear, especially since she was fully engaged with what she loved. "If you'd like to look it over... then you can submit it to Engineering directly." That way it would bypass her completely, and make Whitney thoroughly thrilled.
She kept the smile on her face, her eyes only slightly losing the sparkle of enthusiasm as she handed him the PADD. "You can give that back to me once you're done, Lieutenant," she said. "Have a great rest of a party." Her smile lost its lustre as she scanned back around the room. "Thanks... I mean, glad to be of service."
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Statistics: Posted by KendleRJ — Sun Nov 09, 2014 3:18 am
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Nav gave TK the same bland expression. "Nor I, you, Lieutenant."
"I'd like to start at the power junctions and work up to the emitters. Every wire, every circuit, every relay, every junction. I'm not having those damn phasers burn out on me again after a single god-damned shot. 'Best of the best of Starfleet's Engineering Corp' my ass. I've seen high school science projects more reliable."
Her head went down and she pulled up a full blueprint of the systems in question and began to hone into the various minute details. Power junctions were highlighted in blue, fuse junctions were orange; the wiring in long green laserlike lines, criss crossing in angles; relays were purple, and so on; her eyes taking in the rainbow faster than any person's mind should work. "All right, I'm going to suggest quadrant overhauls on a minute scale. If we interrupt the system all at once, we'll be left out here without defense or offense." She glanced up for a moment and then took a look at the layout once more.
"It'll take a while, but I think it would be best..." Sighing she closed her eyes. "We can coordinate the plans here, and I'll put it past the Chief before we start." There. She could learn... despite her knowledge that it would simply slow down the process even more... but anything would be better than to get additional crap from Whitney.
"Can't really speak to the best of the best... but I do know that Frankie is a unique ship in the fleet. And no one has every answer, but we hope to..." Maybe if they managed the full and complete overhaul, Frankie could be ready for anything, and outperform its own specs. That would take some patience and a whole lot of ingenuity. "So, anything else you wish to request while we're working on these systems?" She tipped her head sideways. "Might as well coordinate all of Tactical's requirements simultaneously, and work it into the job queue..."
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