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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 16, 2016 14:15:12 GMT -5
As she stepped out of the chapel, she nearly bumped into another person entering it. He smiled at her broadly.
"Ahh, you must be Lieutenant Decia. The operations officer turned special forces operative." He nodded approvingly and gave her a moderately deep bow.
"I'm new around here. My name is Victor Springfield, I'm your new diplomatic relations officer."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 16, 2016 13:05:14 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 15, 2016 12:05:24 GMT -5
Victor seemed pleased that, for some reason, his quarters had an old fashioned record player. He was surprised to know there was even one aboard the ship, let alone his quarters! He smiled and approached it, putting the needle onto the record. It began to play an odd tune that just wasn't up his alley. "One more kiss dear, one more sigh..." Victor furrowed his brow, stopped the player, and gently removed the record. It must have been left there by the previous occupant of the quarters, who had apparently transferred off ship recently.
"Now it's time..." he said to nobody in particular, "for some damn good tunes." He drew a different record from a sleeve and put it on the player.
He smiled as the familiar tune came on and filled the room.
After this very important task had been completed, he looked about the quarters as if he was searching for something. He checked behind the couch... he checked underneath his desk... until he finally found it by moving a book aside.
"Aha! There you are." He said with a mix of accomplishment and disappointment as he found his lucky coin. He tucked it into his pocket as he flopped down on the couch, reaching over for his bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. He poured himself a generous glass and kicked his feet up, watching the stars, as he sung along to the tune.
"Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare quaggiù. Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu, felice di stare quaggiù..."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 13, 2016 19:58:18 GMT -5
Starship crashing simulator 2016
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 12, 2016 16:35:20 GMT -5
Date: April 3, 2417 Location: Queens, New York
Victor hustled up the steps to his apartment in Queens. It was a crisp and clear spring night, just on the cusp of day and evening. By all accounts, it should have been a night that he enjoyed, but he knew what was waiting for him upstairs. In his hand, he clutched a medium-sized object wrapped in gift paper.
He reached the door of the apartment, took a deep breath, and walked in. The living room was empty.
"Oh," a voice wafted in from the kitchen, "It's you." She did not sound happy.
He shook his head and walked toward the kitchen, where she was half-way into a turkey sandwich.
"Robin, I brought you something." He tried to pretend like nothing was wrong. Under the piercing gaze of his wife, he placed the wrapped object on the counter. She made no move to open it, and instead, flicked her blonde hair out of her face and behind her head. He knew that she only did that when she meant business. "It's a Tellerite lamp. Very unique. This was hand-made, so you can't even replicate it." His description of the object did nothing to pique her interest, and in fact, only pissed her off further. He knew this wasn't going to end well.
"Oh, wow. A lamp." She deadpanned between bites of sandwich. "That sure makes up for my husband DISAPPEARING FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS AT A TIME!"
She spat bits of turkey sandwich all over him as she yelled. He picked a piece of salad off his uniform as she continued, his face growing more pale.
"You think this is a MARRIAGE?" Her blue eyes went wide and looked at him, just daring him to answer.
"We discussed this, Robin." He tried to take a conciliatory tone. "You know that my job..."
She brutally cut him off. "Don't give me that! Other Starfleet officers get to bring their wives! Why not you?" She smacked her palm down on the marble kitchen top. He was accustomed to their fights, but this was something else entirely. He instinctively backed up a few feet, feeling entirely off his guard. This was not a feeling he was used to. Why was it that he could stare down a Klingon general but she legitimately gave him a sense of dread?
"No, no. Being a diplomat... you see, it involved so much... classified material and... Starfleet would need to vet you... and..." He stumbled over his words as he saw that they had no effect. "And I'm moving around from ship to ship..." None of this seemed to work. He sighed and pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes, slapping the pack against his hand and withdrawing the stick. He lit the end and inhaled deeply. "It's just not the kind of envir--"
She cut him off again. "And those damned disgusting cigarettes! Come on, Victor!" She slapped her palm on the counter again. "When was the last time someone smoked a damn cigarette? Three hundred years ago? What kind of Starfleet officer are you?"
His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't even breathe, and he felt the burn increasing as the smoke hung steady in his lungs.
"I'm leaving you Victor." She said matter-of-factly, without the rage she had earlier. "I want a divorce." Now she was all business. This is how he knew it was over -- when she was mad, at least she cared. But she's beyond that now.
He stood there, motionless, smoke drifting out of his mouth. He furrowed his brow and tried to process what was going on.
"I guess the great negotiator is at a lack of words... for once." She shook her head and scoffed as she headed for the door. "I'm going to live with my parents in Albany. I've already sent my stuff. Goodbye, Victor." With that, she flung open the door and walked off into the night, leaving Vic completely stunned.
He walked over to the door and closed it just as if it had been any normal day. He looked around the room... a picture from his wedding day caught his eye. He flipped it face-down, unable to look at it directly. After pouring himself a glass of scotch, he flopped down on the couch, still in a shocked state.
As he sipped from his drink, he looked out to the stars, where he belonged.
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 11, 2016 12:36:00 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 8, 2016 16:39:50 GMT -5
Section 01 – Out Of Character: (All these questions are to be answered as the player)
1.) What is your user handle (ex: Nyoko@GolbezLunar)? Victor Jackson Springfield@atemporal
2.) What time zone are you in? EST
3.) What Starship Do you wish to be assigned too.
- USS Sentinel, Sentinel-class, Sunday 8:00 PM EST (Administered by DGM Soft Kitty)
4.) Are you an active forum user? (We highly recommend that you are.) Yes
5.) Are you willing to work with Game Masters as an authority over storylines? Yes
6.) Are you subscribed to the "Daedalus OOC" Channel? No
7.) How did you hear about us? Pamphlet dropped off at my house by door-to-door salesman
8.) Are you willing and able to put our guilds information in your Character Bio? Yes
9.) Do you understand the Activity Policy? No
Section 02 – OOC Character Inquiry:
Part A: Character Request
1.) Character name? Victor Jackson Springfield, Esq.
2.) Character gender? Male
3.) Character race? Human
4.) Is your character a telepath? No
5.) Select a fleet entry level rank. Lieutenant
5.) What is your character's Division? Diplomat / JAG
7.) What is your basic character concept & history? See below
8.) Please give a little background about this character.
Victor Springfield started his Starfleet career in the office of the Judge Advocate General, where his role was primarily to provide legal advice to Starship Captains. This usually pertained to matters involving first contact situations, but included all sorts of queries. On many occasions, he also acted as defense counsel in courts-martial situations.
His skill in diplomacy and negotiation did not go unrecognized, and accordingly he became more and more involved with the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps. His advanced knowledge of Federation law and his inherent ability to strike deals proved to be a great combination for a diplomat, and he spent the last five years gallivanting across the Galaxy and resolving problems.
He has been transferred to the USS Sentinel to act as their alien diplomatic liaison officer. His official department is that of the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps, although he is still on the roster of JAG officers approved to provide legal advice and defend against courts-martial.
In his personal life, he has an obsession with Earth from the 1930s to 1970s, which he considers a golden era. He regularly shoots gunpowder weapons on the holodeck, which he is actually more proficient with than phasers. He also enjoys racing combustion-engine cars.
Although Vic's skill set primarily centers around negotiation and law, he is a versatile and creative officer.
Section 03 – Character Sheet: -=Daedalus RP: Character Sheet=- Name: Victor "Vic" Springfield, Esq. Rank: Lieutenant Race: Human Years of Service: 10 | Age: 34 | Position: Diplomatic Liaison | Officer Attribute Bonuses / Defenses Body: 40 | Mind: 70 | Agility: 40 Wounds: 4/4 Ranged Attack (Modern) = 30 Starship Ranged Attack: = 30 Melee Attack (Unarmed) = 30 Melee Attack (Armed) = 30 Computer Attack (Hacking) = 65 Traits: 1.) Leadership (Once per session, you may elect a team-member for a skill check reroll. May not take the Stubborn trait.) 2.) Teamwork (+10 to Leadership, +10 to Small Unit Tactics) 3.) Creative (Once per session, you may make a skill check with a skill value (SV) of 50 for any skill you are untrained in or have a lower than 50 SV.) 4.) Honorable (+20 to Negotiation/Diplomacy) Bonus | Skills
Starfleet Diplomatic Corps 80 = Negotiation/Diplomacy 65 = Perception 65 = Social Sciences (Federation Law) 50 = Social Sciences (Fed Culture / History)
Tactical / Security 40 = Marksmanship, Archaic Weapon (Gunpowder Weaponry) 30 = Marksmanship, Modern Weapon 25 = Security Procedures 20 = Starship Weaponry Operation 20 = Small Unit Tactics 20 = Personal Combat, Armed 15 = Personal Combat, Unarmed 10 = Starship Weaponry Technology 10 = Personal Weapons Technology 10 = Small Equipment Systems Operation 10 = Zero-G Operations
Leadership and Tactics 55 = Administration 50 = Instruction 50 = Leadership 20 = Starship Combat Strategy/Tactics
Personal 75 = Carousing 70 = Streetwise 65 = Vehicle Operation (Classic Earth Cars, Combustion Engine) 65 = Occult Knowledge / Mysticism 40 = Sport (Target Shooting with Gunpowder Weapons) 40 = Trivia (Old Earth Trivia)
Engineering 65 = Computer Operation 50 = Communication Systems Operation 30 = Communication Systems Technology 40 = Computer Technology 30 = Starship Sensors 20 = Deflector Shield Operation 20 = Deflector Shield Technology 20 = Electronics Technology 20 = Environmental Suit Operation 10 = Transporter Operational Procedures 10 = Damage Control Procedures 00 = Life Support Systems Technology 00 = Mechanical Engineering 00 = Transporter Systems Technology 00 = Warp Drive Technology
Sciences 35 = General Medicine (First Aid) 10 = Physical Sciences (Computer Technology) 10 = Planetary Sciences (Meteorology) 10 = Space Sciences (Astronomy) 10 = Space Sciences (Astrogation) 10 = Space Sciences (Astrophysics)
Piloting 30 = Starship Helm Operation 20 = Shuttlecraft Pilot 00 = Shuttlecraft Systems Technology
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jun 7, 2016 10:31:28 GMT -5
Covert footage of a Delta assault!!
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