Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Aug 1, 2021 13:49:53 GMT
Captain’s Log
Two days ago, a tablet smuggled out of Caldonia, professing to be a testament from an ancient Kurjarian called Jeran the Righteous, was provided to archaeologists on Earth, at Cambridge, and promptly published in full on public subspace networks. This tablet, beyond being fuel for a possible international altercation that is above my pay grade, also mentions a hidden treasure of assorted jewelry and artwork. It provides coordinates that, according to some interpretations, are here on Kerelia. After that interpretation hit the subspace nets yesterday, we’ve set up a command post at the colony, as we expect many treasure hunters to arrive: some unscrupulous, most careless.
All arrivals on the planet are required to check in here at the colony, and no unauthorized vessels bigger than a runabout are allowed to operate on the planet, under an emergency order issued by the Admirals. This is mostly to keep treasure hunters from shooting at each other… or us.
Legally, the ‘finders keepers’ doctrine will apply to the treasure, unless the finders engage in felonious activity while searching for it; for that reason, I expect there will be ‘good Samaritan’ treasure hunters seeking to place this thing in a museum. All that, assuming the treasure is real, and is indeed on Kerelia, which is… plausible, but not likely.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Aug 1, 2021 13:52:40 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD - Square, LZ-2 Colony]Given the warm weather on Kerelia, Judy had authorized some deviations from the uniform code, including hats and sunglasses. Presently, she was taking advantage of both, surveying the task force of officers sent to the planet through large, oval prescription sunglasses, under the brim of a cowboy hat. She stood on the lawn of the colony’s main square, with a large, climate-controlled white tent behind her. ”Good morning,” she addressed them, projecting her voice. ”We have two tasks to attend to at present. First, we’ll need a team monitoring the bar, where I expect our treasure hunters will congregate. Try to figure out who’s who, what their deal is, and who they hate; break up fights if they happen.””Second, we need a team of treasure hunters. The best way to keep an eye on them, is to track down the same leads, and there are a lot. All sorts of things - the character of the soil 800km west of the treasure, and suchlike - are being decoded from the original tablet by all sorts of people, and if we can stay a step ahead of the civilians by tracking these down, we can keep them somewhat safe.”
“You can volunteer for your teams. Ms. Hudson, you’re in charge at the bar.”Chloe was young and inexperienced, but Judy had faith in her. Far more so than in Tony Sleebaggo.
[NPC - Sir Dugris “Doug” Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - The Drunken Tritter, LZ-2 Colony]Sir Doug, donning a pith helmet and tan suit, sat at the Drunken Tritter, listening for eager and/or greedy treasure hunters. If there was anywhere to find such people, it was probably this bar.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730
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Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 1, 2021 17:24:10 GMT
[Costa - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia] The Drunken Tritter had sprung up quicker than Costa Couriers, and that was saying a lot. The types that were pulled out toward an end of nowhere like Kerelia would be the opportunists and the adventurers, and Alexa Costa was certainly an opportunist. Unfortunately, the Diamond Dog had been grounded by order of the Fleet as soon as this treasure map had been released into circulation. That meant she had a very pissed off crew on her hands, and to stave off the oncoming mutiny, she'd have to placate them with something shiny. A pay-day that made the enduring torture of being dirtside worth their while. Her people had been born in space, raised in space and they worked in space - they belonged there. But that wasn't just some abstract, emotional notion, physically their bodies struggled in most planet gravity, including Kerelia. It made them fatigued quicker, triggered breathing difficulties, and lent a lot less power to their punch. Costa had spent years during her childhood on colony planets, along with having gone to the Academy on Earth, so her body was a little bit more accustomed to longer stays down a well[fn]gravity well of a planet[/fn]. Despite her slighter stature, amongst the boomers it made her a little more formidable. It wouldn't stop her disgruntled crew from trying to slit her throat while she slept, but it for sure might give them pause. Her back itched as she stepped inside the bar. The last time she'd gone deep into the jungle she'd been ill-prepared, and she'd emerged with the scars to show for it. She would not be caught out again; and so she was rigged out with everything she needed this time, along with a few items she didn't have last time. Machete, disruptor, knives, first aid paraphernalia, covered legs, decent boots and a hypo filled with a catch-all repellent. And a flask. She handed that to the barman. "Rowm,"[fn]rum[/fn] she mumbled. It was hot and uncomfortable out there. If she needed to get some sleep or clean a scratch, booze was better than water. The last time she'd gone treasure hunting on Kerelia she'd marched into that jungle alone, convinced she was going to bring back something that would free her and her crew from their bosses. She'd had Hust watching her back, literally - she'd been torn apart by tritters and he'd patched her up with messy stitches and plenty of ale, but this time none of the spacer crew were fit to join her. There it was, that pit in her stomach whenever she thought about the bélowtwala[fn]doctor[/fn]. It was a mixed up mess of sentiment and anger that left her cold. Left her bed cold, too. She had no idea where he was. "Sili im semówt, im det,"[fn]"If he's smart, he's dead."[/fn] she declared aloud, before taking back her flask and knocking back a quick mouthful in murderous toast. She might have appeared distracted, but she was watching everyone. She eyed up the idiots in suits, the bored house-husbands in the throes of mid-life crises, and the Man from Del Monte meets Commando lookin' fools. They didn't stand a chance.
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Aug 1, 2021 17:46:15 GMT
[Ensign Rin Zakir - Square - LZ-2 Colony, Kerelia]
Stood among the rest of the task force that would hopefully stop a bunch of treasure hunters from killing each other (as well as maybe stopping them taking anything too significant), Zak was glad for the allowed deviation in the standard uniform. Wearing a pith helmet and sunglasses (as well as his usual earring that anyone in command had yet to complain about), he listened carefully as Captain Eastwood outlined the tasks ahead of them,
Sure enough, they would be split into two teams to cover both tasks in hand. They would be allowed to volunteer their services to whichever they chose, and Zak felt as though he would be far more useful surveying the incoming civilians. Especially if fights were going to start breaking out (which was as certain as it was that the Prophets lived in the Celestial Temple), but also he was trained in watching and assessing situations, to hopefully nip them in the bud before things got out of control.
He made his way over to where Hudson's team were assembling, ready to make their way to the bar. It was the most likely meeting place and starting point for the myriad of would be treasure hunters that were about to flock the place. This was going to get very interesting, of that he had no doubt.
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161
Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Aug 1, 2021 22:12:56 GMT
[Ensign Ic Arbrell — Square, LZ-2 Colony, Kerelia]
Ic Arbrell had very little in the way of a practical wardrobe beyond standard issue attire, and so had used the excuse to detour quickly by his mother’s on Hallouri Street (“Like it was made for me, don’t you think?”) to see if perhaps she or her new husband, apparently, owned any gear appropriate for his first proper assignment. To absolutely no surprise of his, she had been ready for him. According to her, she’d recently had occasion (of which she refused to elaborate further) to acquire some such garments, along with plenty of sunblock dear you know how quickly you burn you practically have a flashpoint of body temperature.
And so he had arrived at the designated location, with a sheen of SPF 50 beneath oversized purple sunglasses and a floppy straw sunhat. Slung around his shoulders was one of her kitschy souvenir bags from Risa, big enough only for an insulated canteen of ice water and a backup bottle of sunblock, just in case.
(It wasn’t a vacation, he’d protested, but his uncle was far too busy trying to finagle a box of cookies into the bag for his mother to dare interrupt. None of these things were going to fit anyway.)
He frowned softly at the Captain’s debrief, circulating possibilities and consequences of joining either team over and over in his mind— but overhearing the chatter of his mother and his uncle-stepfather in their home a dozen meters away was really very unhelpful. Even worse, they were talking about him. After his death scare last month, he didn’t think he would ever wish his condition away again in his life, but… never say never, he supposed, glancing furtively at the front window of the little green bungalow. All these things she tried to bar him from where men were concerned, and she divorces his father to marry the man’s brother—
“I’m not staying,” he remarked suddenly to the person beside him. “If anyone needs me for an assessment of dubious characters, you can get me by comm, but it’s too loud here, I wouldn’t be able to give a good read from the colony anyway.”
That and if push came to shove (or punch or kick or all-out-brawl), Ic would be the least useful person imaginable— and might have been the first one with a fist in his face. He wasn’t exactly known for his social skills, and certainly anyone suspicious would have been all too wary of a Betazoid to begin with.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800
Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Aug 2, 2021 1:39:34 GMT
[ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Square, LZ-2, Kerelia] Jurgha crossed her arms and listened to Eastman speak with a hint of a smile on her face. Catching lowlife criminals posing as “treasure hunters”, as well as the possibility of finding the treasure herself, was a challenge she found impossible to resist. So, here she was, having ‘volunteered’ to help the crew out. The planet had caught her interest long before this thing began, and now, out there in the jungle, a chance for adventure and victory was surely waiting. For a moment, the Klingon consultant considered the two options. Going to the bar might be more within her realm of experience, but her lack of patience with people, and the desire to get closer to the treasure, eventually won out. “I will stay,” she stated, with a glare at the cowardly petaQ of a Starfleet officer who had spoken first. Apparently, they would let absolutely anyone in. “I will join the team of treasure hunters.”tag Judith Eastman , soft tag Ic Arbrell |
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Aug 2, 2021 2:29:58 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Square, LZ-2 Colony ]When the chance to get some duty time down on Kerelia had come up, Eliska Bremmer had not thought twice about it: she wanted to come on down. She might have gotten at least used to functioning out in the black, but she always preferred having real ground under her feet and an open sky overhead. And with the influx of randoms from all over space for a bloody treasure hunt? She had the clear impression that her particular talents might come in very handy, especially when civilians who thought they knew what they were doing were going to head into the bush. Hell, even sitting in Kerelia orbit they still did not know every danger that planet had to offer... And when she had beamed down, she had been ready for anything that might happen, and not only did she have a wide-brimmed hat on her head, she also had come down with the field pack she always had whenever she went anywhere near the surface, complete with a rifle strapped to its side, for one was never too prepared. Also, she was wearing some non-standard boots better adapted to the jungle than the decks of a starship, but that was hardly visible unless one was to look very closely at her feet. And before long, the Captain started giving out her orders. Well, she did come prepared for the bush, so with the treasure hunters she was going to head. And it looked like her Klingon teammate from the team-building exercise was heading out there as well. Though in the meantime, before he headed out, she tapped Ensign Rin on the shoulder. "Mister Rin, Sir? I'll be heading into the bush, but if you need me before we set out, I'm just a holler away, Sir."And with that said, she walked up to the Klingon. "Jurgha. Looks like we're heading into the bush again."
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Aug 2, 2021 2:57:47 GMT
[ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]Word of a treasure found on Kerelia had spread like wildfire in the treasure-hunting and private explorers' communities. And, as it turned out, Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau, of the Montreal Vierdeaus, was well-connected between both and he had ordered his private ship there as fast as she could go to be ready to go as soon as those Starfleet goons would open things up. Oh, usually he tried to avoid the Fleet like the plague and do things that might not be strictly allowed (at the jealousy of less bold expeditions), but he also knew that if they were onto something, Starfleet tended to take a dim view of those who decided to not allow their jackboots on their necks. And he had found, even within Starfleet's ranks, those who were disaffected enough with the uniformed life to join his crew. In fact, his entire crew was made of Starfleet-trained personnel who had enough of that life, and instead wanted to go into business to make money rather than just be there to be the mailed fist of those who pulled the Federation's strings. And now there he was, with his ship's shuttle just landed, and he made his way where all proper explorers would go before heading out from their base camp: to the bar! The Drunken Tritter; how provincially quaint a name all right. And it was bound to be a hub of activity ahead of the hunt. So, he strode in and stopped right in the door in all of his glory, with his well-fitted breeches, his bush jacket, and the wide-brimmed hat with one side rolled up sitting at a rakish angle on his head, and there he surveyed the competition. And of course, there was so little of worth there all right. But, one thing for certain, he needed a refreshment before starting and he headed for the bar and wound up leaning up next a petite woman who was getting a flask refilled from the bartender, and then he snapped his fingers to get the man's attention. "My man! A gin fizz, with your finest!"
Soft Charlie Fox (Costa)
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Evorís
Flight Control
[TI7]
Posts: 47
Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Position: Communications Officer & Conn Relief
Species: Vulcan-Romulan
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Post by Evorís on Aug 2, 2021 3:11:07 GMT
[ Ensign Evorís - Square, LZ-2 Colony, Kerelia] Evorís hardly needed to prepare for the climate; Vulcans were built for heat, after all. The internal cooling system, resistance to UV radiation, and inner eyelids meant additional external protection would be unnecessary. It was all wasted on a Frenchman, until this very moment. Oh, and he had been waiting, in silent shame and curiosity, since he caught wind of the existence of— for lack of a better word— native cats on the planet. Even he was baffled by the illogical desire to come across one such beast on this mission. Danger was a foolish thing to seek out, and wild animals certainly were so. The Greater and Lesser PooDoo were no pet, or domestic stray; they’d tear him limb from limb. But logic and preservation had always escaped him, so perhaps it wasn’t so surprising, after all. So, when the choice was given between staying at the colony bar, and a chance to trek into the treacherous jungles of the planet’s surface, it was hardly a decision. Not to mention the idea of decoding any kind of message was terribly tempting for an exolinguist, and if he was lucky, he could even prove useful in that respect. Much more so than in alcohol-fueled social calls with treasure hunters; his time on Front Ear had proven, if the Academy had not, that Evorís was proficient only in theoretical linguistic subtleties. At best, he would alienate the planet’s visitors, as they would him. The familiar cadence of a nearby acquaintance, and the internal acknowledgement of too loud, tugged movement from his vocal chords. “I volunteer to follow the leads with the chasseurs, Capitaine,” he said, careful not to allow his eagerness to spread beyond a flicker in his eye. “And we could use a scientist or two,” he added assertively, glancing toward Ic, and then a teal-clad Trill whose name Evorís did not know. If anyone was equipped to reason through an equation, it was them, though the reality was that Evorís did not wish to see the Betazoid subjected to the sorts sure to gather at the Drunken Tritter. Such entitlement to a mere acquaintance’s company did not deserve to be put to words, so he left it nameless in the edges of his mind.
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341
Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on Aug 2, 2021 5:08:36 GMT
[Ensign Enola - Square - Lz-2 Colony - Kerelia]
Enola wore the standard uniform as prescribed, no hat, sunglasses or any other stuff. Compared to the hot and burning sun in the deserts of Vulcan, the Kerelia sun was still really nothing to get upset about. It could get a little warmer if she had her way. As the captain gave his speech, Enola also stepped closer and let her gaze roam over everyone present to see who was there before she had to decide which team she was going to join. Normally Enola would have gone to Chloe and helped her as she only had the Bajoran on the team so far. But an Enola at the bar, which would also have to speak small talk would firstly be damn creepy and secondly very unrealistic. She would probably look like a penguin that got lost in the desert for some reason. Clumsy. Too clumsy to appear believable. "I would also sign up for the treasure hunter team," she finally said after a few minutes of thought and walked in the direction of those who had also signed up for it.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662
Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Aug 2, 2021 10:55:31 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Kerelia - Town Square]
 Standing with the other Starfleet gathered, listening to the briefing, was a Trill scientist with his gaze focused on the tricorder in his hand. He was in the process of recalibrating it when the option was presented for them to choose which team they were on. A familiar voice caught his attention, and he glanced up to see the physicist Ic - though it took a moment to recognize him through the hat and sunglasses - stating he'd be going into the jungle. "I'll be making sure none of their excavation methods have any lasting effects on the planet," Cerjess pitched in, looking up at the Captain. He felt a brief hesitation when he realized just how many of them were heading into the jungle, but he quickly shoved those thoughts aside. Lt. Miren was just going where his skills and experience would be the most useful. Presumably, so was everyone else. His eyes dropped back to the tricorder in his hand as it vibrated to let him know it was finished. Snapping it shut, he tucked it away on his belt and adjusted the pack on his shoulder.
Tag Judith Eastman Soft Ic Arbrell Evorís
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730
Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 2, 2021 12:13:41 GMT
[ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ][...] The Drunken Tritter; how provincially quaint a name all right. And it was bound to be a hub of activity ahead of the hunt. So, he strode in and stopped right in the door in all of his glory, with his well-fitted breeches, his bush jacket, and the wide-brimmed hat with one side rolled up sitting at a rakish angle on his head, and there he surveyed the competition. And of course, there was so little of worth there all right. But, one thing for certain, he needed a refreshment before starting and he headed for the bar and wound up leaning up next a petite woman who was getting a flask refilled from the bartender, and then he snapped his fingers to get the man's attention. "My man! A gin fizz, with your finest!" One brow raised, Costa's eyes slid to the side to survey this Gin Fizz. Her mouth curved upward in a smirk. "Wang hora,"[fn]"One hour."[/fn] she said, her face turning slightly to address the barman. "Kepe prix?"[fn]"What price/odds?"[/fn] The barman pulled a brand of Earth gin from a high shelf, blowing off the dust from the bottle and surreptitiously sizing up the latest customer-slash-adventurer to wander in to the Drunken Tritter. He poured the clear liquor into a rusty shaker over a single cube of ice, and considered for a time. "Faf fo wang,"[fn]"Five to one."[/fn] he responded easily in lang freighta, the language of Costa's people. It was music to her ears. Why not hustle a little extra on the side if she could? It was easy money, as far as she was concerned. She didn't know this poser, why would she care if he got hunted by a catmon or eaten by a family of tritters? "Du mi fo teng."[fn]"Put me down for ten."[/fn] Pleased with herself, she took another sip from her flask and went back to people watching.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540
Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Aug 2, 2021 15:25:46 GMT
[LTJG Chloe Hudson - Town Square]Chloe was expecting to be given some more responsibility today as she had realised she was the highest ranking officer present, with Sleebaggo currently overseeing customs. Chloe suspected the Captain had assigned him there to keep him out of her hair. It would be her first time really in charge of a proper team. "Aye, ma'am," she said eagerly as she was given her orders. She was nervous, but excited to prove herself. Matthew would be proud, if he was around. She wished he could see her, but he was still suspended and rarely appeared in public. He'd met with her a few times, but hadn't given her much of an insight into what was going on inside his head, or what he was doing with himself. He certainly didn't look very good either. Hopefully he'd be cleared for duty again soon, who knows what would happen if went on like this much longer. Besides, she missed him, and couldn't wait to be freed from Sleebaggo. There was something about him, that was off. Plus he was creepy, and incredibly self obsessed.
As the other officers began to assign themselves, she began to feel a little disappointed. It seemed not many were interested in joining her team. Was that because it was led by her or because they thought the other assignment was more interesting? Being already anxious, her mind fixated on the potential of the former. "Looks like it may just be us," she asked the officer who approached, her voice had a tinge of sadness or disappointment in it.
"Ensign...Rin isn't it?" she asked the one person who had joined her, her voice more stoic this time. They hadn't met yet but she'd checked up on who was joining the mission before it begun.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Aug 2, 2021 16:23:04 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD - Square -> Science Tent]Judy listened to the chatter of her subordinates at first, before feeling a sneeze coming on. She tucked her mouth into her elbow, and then sneezed - a forceful, loud, shrill, but thankfully dry sneeze. Those pollen allergies... not as much of an impediment as her joints, but still a pain in the ass. "Treasure hunters, we're going in that tent right there; we have thousand-year-old riddles to solve," she announced, projecting her voice. "If you want to switch teams, it's not too late."For those who didn't change teams, Judy led the way into the tent, replacing her sunglasses with regular bifocals upon entry. There were a few desks there, with computer terminals. "We have a series of riddles. All of them are associated with hints to the location of the treasure, supposedly. The more we solve, the more we'll know," the Captain explained, approaching one of the desks. "However, in addition to the right answers, we also care about the wrong answers that bounty hunters might come to."{ Click here for the riddles} Riddle #1: 888+88+8+8+8=1124 In what number system is this equation true? Riddle #2: My krik-rav-tuuk can travel for an unlimited number of days, but every day, it travels half as far as it did the day before. On the first day, it travels 72,000 paces. How long will it take to travel 129,600 paces? Riddle #3: These are squares and a semicircle. What is the total perimeter of this whole assembly?  Riddle #4: Out of the blackness, nothing grows. Fire is a killer, it ends all life. In this maw of the land, fire creates blackness, and blackness creates life. What is this? Riddle #5: It runs, but never walks. It lies in a bed, it never sleeps. It has a mouth, but that mouth excretes, not eats. What is it? Riddle #6: I have one mate, and four daughters. Every one of my daughters has one brother. How many sons do I have? Riddle #7: How many words are in the names of most Caldonian castes? Judy began to look at riddle #3, while also looking at the assembled group. Hopefully, they would work collaboratively on this, pooling their brains.
Tag Ic Arbrell, Shavan Th'zhaar, Evorís, Eliska Bremmer, Enola, Syl O'Connell
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Aug 2, 2021 16:37:04 GMT
[NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]Klopar, formerly of customs enforcement in the KDF, was now a bounty hunter. It paid better, and it was more honorable. Now, she thundered into the local bar, finding her competitors, or perhaps partners, there, including a decrepit El-Aurian, a rather weaselly-looking man with too much hair gel, and a freighter type with a lot of confidence and a low opinion of the weasel. "You, rodent man," she addressed him, with the characteristic loudness of Klingon women. "She has insulted your honor!"Tag Eliska Bremmer (Ilario), Charlie Fox (Costa)
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