Taedra

Edits: Taedra is now a human! (she basically already was a human since vulp had no backstory and generally I felt like it was making it difficult for people to enjoy being around me as a player.) Renamed the ship she was born on to "Crescent" Blood type corrected to actual blood type. Qualifications updated Other than that its the same Taedra you know and hate/love!

and yes, if Slade has anything to say about this you can basically consider this like a file NT personnel have on her, or if you like just putting a characters two cents in on something. Its much more than welcome!

yeah I could no way write the witty and fantastic logs that jonah gets but I do enjoy anybody commenting about these and reading these all the same! it's a lot of fun keeping a log of the more memorable things and it kind of helps me move Taedra's story along and try to set a character for her to be.

Seen you around a few times! welcome!

Many good trades yaya?

(edited) 20 September, 2559 Today is my girlfriend's birthday, it's a shame however the place we are celebrating it. I lay in a relativly comfortable bed in a hospital aboard a spacestation. To my right sits a gruff looking Unathi woman, whose name is Rune Shepard. Not exactly a traditional name for her kind but thats what you get from being raised by humans. Her hand rests on mine, I can feel it gently taking what warmth it can from my body. We exchange a few wordless conversations and she stroaks my hair gently. I can remember most of the events that led to me laying in this bed. It was a shift aboard a frontieer station that I will grow from. I had arived aboard the shuttle with the rest of the crew at the start of the shift, proudly wearing my blue and black badge on my chest. I was not expecting to much trouble that day, some minor heckling from pirates at the most but nothing more. To which there was a small vessel without it's IFF tag running, a pretty standard thing. The ship will simply watch and judge if it has a change to steal something quickly when it has the change. The ship however, would not be the threat. The captain however seemed to know what she was doing, and we spent a lot of that shift becoming friends. Part way through the shift some of the crew had been found dead, their corspes robbed of most of their genetic material. The signs pointed to a changeling, and so code red was declared. To our suprise, once we found the culprit, it surrendered without a fight. At least, not a physical one. While we had it up in the brig it began to play the manipulation game. It began to tell us of all it had learned, and that it was not alone. It said that if we were to let it go, it would go reveal and kill the other lings on board. It was barganing for its life, and it worked. While nobody else agreed to anything less than permanant custody until we evac, the captain however had a different plan. As we were making arrangements for a cell that could contain the ling, the captain made an attempt to break the ling out. The captain however, failed to do so. Being the only one able at the moment, I was forced to detain her after she fled from the brig. It wasn't easy to hold a new friend in cuffs, but I knew that I was doing what I had to for the safety of the crew. Whe had the captain stripped of her rank and she was to serve the rest of the shift in her cabin. So she did, under close watch. To the changeling's credit however, it was not lying. Bodies began to pile up and we were soon forced to request emergency evac from the station. Security became busy with evacuating the station and I took my rounds shadowing the chief engineer at the time and the head doctor. As the shuttle fell out of FTL near the station and began its slow boating, the station started to shake. I could not tell if we were being fired upon or there were bombs aboard the station, and I would not have the luxury of finding out which. While directing the heads of staff I felt my body get hit by the force of an explosion. When I hit the ground after what felt like dozens of seconds in the air I could not will myself to move. As my vision faded from me I caught a glimps of the one who was dragging me to the shuttle, the captain.

hah, of course. two of the close friends I have!

(Edited) 17 September, 2559 I sit in comfort in my cabin, with only the sound of the humming engine and atmospheric controls gently reveberating through the ship. The ship itself is a small frigate flying the colors of a PMC called The Fighting 27th. This PMC grew from a independant mining company with just a little over two-hundred members. This ship itself is named "Eir", which in some ancient Earth language is supposed to mean mercy. We sit in geo-stationary orbit around a habitable planet with a small colony on the surface. Looking out my window I can see shuttle traffic moving to and from the small fleet of colonist ships that we had arrived with. On my desk lays a small stack of paper bound together, with a black and blue badge resting on top. Today I recieved my blueshield certification from Nano Trasen, with my backer being the 27th. The PMC sent a letter of recommendation forward with my application to which has sent a new badge to me. No longer am I serving as a contracted employee to NT, from now on I am a hired third party. I have to say there is some relief with this news. I'm no longer bound to many of restrictive and slave like conditions that the usual lower class employee has. Now, I have quite a bit of room to maneuver. For now I'm preparing to disembark to assist in the colonisation efforts the Eir has been hired for. We will be providing technological and humanitarian aid to the new colony, and so I seal my new badge away in my locker and finish packing my gear. The monitor that is imbeded in the rooms wall becomes dully lit and the ship's AI fills the room with a blueish light from her avatar. "Good morning, Taedra. Are you nearly prepared to disembark?" She asks in a mocking tone. I let out a light chuckle. "Yeah, just about done. Feels like forever since I've gotten to talk much with you Freya. But I guess we'll have to find another time." Her avatar's face shifts into a sad looking emoji, most likely for humor. I move to the exit of my cabin and offer a smile towards the avatar and a wave. "Be safe, dear sister. Come home soon." With those final words she dissapates her avatar and the screen that was projecting it falls dark again. I proceed out of my cabin and take a deep breath, bracing for the work ahead.

pretty cool!

I'm down for the continuation of these! I remember a week or two ago there was quite a few people making a lot of news channels, shame there snit a log of them, they are usually quite interesting.

yeah, you all got some pretty good points. works for me then.

now all you need is a few Tesla Coils and you can create Frankenstein's monster from a dead prisoner. (or I guess you can use the electric chair....)

Playing around as not a doctor recently has forced me to try to sometimes find alternatives to the usual advanced first aid kit that I'm used to for keeping infections out and bleeding stopped when dealing with the odd space carp or being shot by a laser has given me some interesting perspective on not having access to advanced medical options. Firstly I've noticed that even as a doctor I quickly try to locate and put a regular first aid kit in my backpack simply because styptic powder patches are MUCH more effected at treating multiple heavy-medium wounds, same goes for the burn patches. The regular first aid kits while having the disadvantage of not as many uses of its contents I feel like it is a much better alternative to the advanced first aid kits. (However that probably is the point, to have a single use stabilizing agent so that the rest can be disinfected and sealed up later is the most portent point of "first aid") My suggestion however is to change the contents of the regular first aid kits outright. I suggest that instead of styptic patches and burn patches to have gauze and ointment instead, also to not have a medical scanner. (Although again this may be a bad idea since they override the advance kits and prevent them from being used on injuries treated with gauze or ointment.) I really would like to see an increased use of gauze and ointment in general because I feel like thats what people should be using in emergencies to tape themselves up to make it to med-bay, even maybe have splints in the mini nano-med dispensers or even just more of them in the general halls. Kind of a minor and not very important suggestion but again I would really like to see ointment and gauze used more since they are there, but the only places I know where the dispensers are, are at cargo and in the engineering lobby area. (I know there are a few others but I recall that there arent many more than that.) *shrug* an odd suggestion I suppose but I thought I would put the idea forward while it was on my mind, at the very least I would like to know about how much people use ointment and gauze, because I honestly feel like I'm one of the few that use them.

(rewritten) September 12, 2559 It's been quite some time now since it happened, I don't really even remember her name anymore, what she looked like, or the words she spoke to me. I've grown so much since it all happened, and I have so much to thank her for. It was early in my career aboard the Cyberaid, some two or three weeks in. I was serving as a doctor in the brig for the prisoners and the security staff. It was a nice quiet day, we were well staffed and everyone was working quite well together. Though the peace could not last, it never can. Without much warning a NT inspection team had boarded the station and started touring the facilities. We had allowed them access when we first met and their papers seemed in order, however we had no advance notice. We sent a fax to central command and awaited their reply, what came was simply a garbled mess. Intercepted, destroyed. The AI had locked them in the firing range on the bridge while we spoke between ourselves. They showed their hand quite early. Self recharging lasers, e-swords, shields, and other advanced weaponry. They had the upper hand in a fight, and a fight is what they got. For a while, there was only screaming and the sound of energy weapons be discharged. For what felt like hours my hands were soaked in the blood of the casualties. I saved as many as I could, but we could not save everyone. It was a good lesson in battlefield medicine, prioritize, ruthless calculus. I murdered many with my commands. The hos though, she was there for me, she was there for everyone. The smoke had cleared and we had "won". She told me how she felt like she was a killer, she only sent people to their deaths while I was some sort of angel. I suppose we both saw each other as protectors, for I told her that without her, everyone would be dead. She was the true hero. Not long after the NT representative broke through the interference to CC. Orders came down, news was passed. The captain was a sleeper agent, the inspection team was real tho whole time. So the hos gave chase with her final officer fit for duty. The captain escaped into space but they followed, the captain didn't return alive. I almost expected the hos to be in cuffs after everything that happened but after she was taken to the bridge, she walked out. The expression on her face told me of her sacrifice, she had no cuffs but I knew she took all the responsibility. The shuttle came, and we left. I was with her in the cockpit all the way till we got to CC where the officers there took her into custody. That was the last I saw of her. I cried a lot that day, I still haven't fully gotten over those events. It's rough out here on the frontier, and even if you are one of the best, you are never safe. Today I cherish the friends I have, and the coworkers that press onward in spite of the dangers. While I have forgotten her face, I will never forget her deeds. I will persevere, for her.

I got a durand mk2 for tasing an unarmed half naked guy in a horse mask.... and one thousand credit bounty...

C-... Could I eat all of that? At once?

its so weird seeing myself in screenshots... I should take some of my own but I dunno what looks good haha

Drive by locker. 10/10 new weapon of choice found.

Thats amazing

Yes and probably.

Alternate title: How to fall apart emotionally and fail at your job. A picture book by Taedra

I agree with Sergey being a fantastic officer. Also stop getting wounded being a hero and winding up in my office in crit you bastard.

Hello all, I'm still pretty new around the Cyberaid and ss13 in general but I had a pretty good story to share today. So this is my trial by fire as the first time as a head, the chief medical officer to be exact. I join into the round about 10-20 minutes in seeing the med bay is a skeleton crew of a handful of geneticists and a virologist named Majordomo. I take a few minutes staring at the crew screen and decide that I was going to go for CMO, since it seemed like it would be a quiet shift with such a small crew going on. I arrive, grab my favorite costume, and head to explore the bridge and make my first ever announcement. Not long after a GIANT SEAL appears in front of the bridge and eats the HOP and the HOS. I honestly have no clue the kinda shit that was going down with that but needless to say I just let the CE and the remaining security take care of it. Eventually the seal spits out the HOS at least and the seal gets lynched on at some point while I was hiding away in med bay. Eventually I get a pretty good crew into med bay and just in time as it seems, because the next hour and a half is the bloodies I've ever seen medbay to date. Notable members were My surgeions Chayaha, and an IPC named Angel??? im really sorry I spent ten minutes with you in surgery and I didnt get your name to memory. Also the chemist who I didnt see much but somehow managed to keep up with the extreme need of chems, and Zoey, a medical doctor who you will hear about soon. so first problems start to happen as a few wounded vox come in and some minor injuries among the other crew from the seal lynching. All was going pretty well then suddenly. "Oh god virology is on fire!" as it turns out majordomo managed to give himself plasma farts and the virology lab was now completely covered in a plasma fire. i rush down and peer through the patient room window at him and he informs me that his internals are running low. I condemn him to a painful death in words but I toss in my spare tank and run to get a full one for him. during this time things start to get really pear shaped. One of the crew in medbay for some reason assaults one of the vox traders and steals his nitrogen tank. The vox returns in kind by shooting his spike thrower in my med bay and hitting Zoey who is in close proximity at least three times. At this point Zoey should be dead, severe internal bleeding, both my best surgeons already handling critical cases, and medbay is in chaos. Security to the rescue however and Chaya manages to freeze the vox trader until atmo brings him a new tank (which they do, great job atmo.) Zoey gets a trip to the cryo pod to keep her stable, but without blood injections she will bleed out soon. But as luck has it, a theatre opens up and Angel comes and drags her down. I scramble to get some blood packs for her and we get her hooked up and on the table. What follows is a five - ten minute surgery where I drain the battery on almost two defib units, nearly pass out from lack of blood from injecting my own directly into Zoey, and four blood packs later we finally manage to sew her back together and extract all the spike bolts. In a cryo she goes for the exterior injuries remaining and she pulls through. AMAZING Following that I immediately head to med storage after I get a full tank of o2 and grab a med suit for majordomo, who at this point finally cured himself. I toss in the suit and can as the fire takes up the last airlock until medbay and the CE starts panic siphoning the shit out of virology. The fires finally drain and a med borg drags Majo out of his hell hes been in for the past hour and a half. things are finally starting to slow down around med bay and I check up on Zoey to make sure shes feeling alright when the ai gives the call. "Vox have just raided the vault" I bolt out of med bay and head to the bridge to join any of the remaining heads to form a plan of action. on my way I see the HoS engaging two of the Vox in a firefight and the hos manages to knock one over when they take a shot themselves and fall. I suddenly become the most robust i've ever been to date, i whip out my baton and somehow manage to keep the two vox trip until the hos regains footing and the crew starts lynching. After the vox were dropped to near crit I realize that they are defenseless at this point and head back to my office to make sure the crew isnt lynching any other vox. I put out an announcement to return to stations and civilians to the bar area and to stop lynching the vox. Miraculously one of the vox actually makes it into med bay alive in crit and gets handed over to resident two hour straight surgeon Chaya for fixing. i head to the bridge as the vox captain reveals themselves for negotiations to the captain and we all sit in the conference room. The vox claimed they were peaceful and simply wished for the bodies of his fallen comrades and to return home, peace is struck and they are finally released as the crew transfer shuttle is called. I return to my office to announce how honored I was to have such a fantastic medical team supporting me as my first time cmo (Seriously, every last single one of you went above and beyond.) and about three minutes from shuttle landing we get an alert as a blob attaches itself to the station. Nobody cares, we all pack up and fuck off. Also atmosia rebelled and created their own sovereign nation which lasted about five minutes before centcom blew the shit out of atmos. We all go home, I recommend all my staff for medals, and I didn't die of the many infections I sustained thanks to chaya. all in all a super eventful round and a great experience. Thank you to all of my medical staff for that amazing round and to the ss13 community for allowing these amazing rounds to occur.

Ah that's me in the medbay chair behind the counter! That was a pretty interesting round I never did find out what happened with that tank. I was to busy counseling some guy who came in who apparently visit some other dimension or some crazy thing like that and he was attacked by some weird things. I've only been playing ss13 for such a short while and every session is full of crazy amazing things with tons of depth. At this point I cannot even come close to imagining all of the possible things that can go down in a round of ss.

Yeah, I also got appendicitis dragging wounded crew away from the fighting and died in surgery from the nuke exploding. It was indeed a great time!