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  2. This was a creative way for @Arys and @TLea to push and pull on a character in order to explore an inner conflict. Nicely done! ((Holodeck 1, Deck 4)) The year was 900 AD, Earth, Northern Europe. The wind was cold and harsh. It cut through the tall pine trees that surrounded their small settlement, and its howls mixed with those of the wolves in the forest. The night sky was fascinating. The stars visible from Earth were not impressive, but the blue, green, and purple ripples that illuminated it right now surely were. Aurora Borealis, it was called. Their followers, Viking warriors, were sure this was a sign that the gods favored them. Two women stood by a large fireplace, dressed in period-appropriate clothing, and armed. They were at war for months, or in their case for an hour or two. No one would have thought to find Arys and T’Lea in something like this. A tall, handsome, bearded man made his way to T’Lea, kneeling once he had approached. Viking “Björn”: My queen! We have found the traitor! He confessed to having betrayed you. What is your verdict? The traitor had given their position away to the ‘enemy’. The traitor however was also T’Lea’s lover. Trovek: I say we execute him. Even if he was your lover. His love seemed insufficient. Arys.. enjoyed this far too much. She had convinced T’Lea to a battle scenario, where the two of them were the shield-maidens Freydis and Lagertha respectively. It wasn’t that terribly historically accurate, but the Nordic clothing and housing created a believable atmosphere. The cold was brutal, almost as gruesome as the battle they’d fought. The Romu-vulc had been more than a little surprised to find out that the seemingly mild-mannered Counselor had a fiery warrior’s spirit within her. But then she was half Bajoran and half Human. Both species were emotional, passionate and well-rounded fighters. Still, to hear the Counselor recommend death for anyone was… well, again T’Lea was surprised. Stood by the fire, T’Lea opened the sides of her cloak to allow the heat to circulate inside the long woolen garment for a moment before wrapping it back up. She glanced at Arys dressed beautifully in the colors and style of the period. There was a fur border around T’Lea’s hooded cloak that obscured her peripheral vision, but the extra warmth was needed to ward off the cold. It was a bone-chilling cold that no Vulcan could tolerate for long. Two hours were long. T’Lea: You speak of his death with great ease. Is there nothing of his life to consider? Betrayal was no stranger to T’Lea. She’d been both the betrayer and the betrayed. She’d done some horrible things to people in her past. Her first bondmate for example, Dragus, was something she regretted now. She secretly carried a great shame for his demise. No, it was not a ‘demise’ that was too soft of a word. It was murder. She had set it up his murder to seize his power. But the betrayal on her mind right now was her mother’s. It hurt. More than she cared to scrutinize. This whole scenario was starting to feel a little too familiar. Trovek: Well of course there is. And I have made those considerations before I made the recommendation. Arys didn’t seem to mind the cold at all, or at least not as much as T’Lea did. She kept her hood off, and let the wind play with her hair. She almost looked like she had always been part of this holosuite. T’Lea: Don’t you believe in redemption? That a person can change for the better? Now maybe she was talking about herself. She wasn’t the power hungry, blood thirsty villain that she used to be, but to this day she still fought those cravings. Trovek: I …. learned that a lot of times that is wishful thinking. I mean people definitely can, but the benefit of the doubt can only go that far. How likely is it that he will change? That suddenly his loyalties will truly shift towards you? Short answer. None. The hologram was programmed to be a traitor, nothing more nothing less. But like Arys said real people were different. Could Dal Selta be redeemed like T’Lea, (even though she considered herself to be a work in-progress)? Hadn’t her mother at one point redeemed herself through her work with SFI? It certainly seemed that way, until the Dal corrupted her again. Then came an even scarier thought. Was T’Lea corruptible? Was the Dal corrupting T’Lea’s thoughts with revenge and murder? That was a minefield of questions that she was carefully tiptoeing around. T’Lea: He is a traitor no doubt, and he has occasioned the deaths of our people. There should be a heavy price to pay. Is it death? Her very words to Oddas after returning from shore leave had been, “I’ve been there. I’ve done evil things and I wish someone had put me down back then.” But if someone had killed her, then she never would have had the chance to change, to have a family, to do good. Nor would she have the chance to possibly kill again – and she did want Dal Selta dead. Arys had made this mistake so often, and one of her biggest fears was that she would make it again and again. That she never really learned. Her mother had a way of making her doubt her doubts and knew how to make use of her daughter’s subconscious desire for motherly love and affection. Trovek: The way I see it is that if we remove him, despite his ability to change, we lost one good man. If we let him betray us again we could lose ten. So that is prevention. But what about punishment? There was betrayal, people died because of him. Do we go home to their families and tell them we decided to forgive the man who caused their death because he said he is sorry? It wasn’t a mistake he made, it was a choice. I can forgive mistakes. I can’t forgive... - … he seduced Lagertha in order to betray her. You. You don’t get to plan something for weeks or months and then be sorry. Arys looked up at the night sky. She usually loved this holosuite, she usually visited this one or a variation of it. It was a little different to bring someone else into her personal space like this - it felt strange and uncomfortable, it made her feel vulnerable. She was stuck between enjoying the company and wanting to be alone. T’Lea: I have a feeling that he is very much not sorry. Save for the fact that he was unsuccessful in deposing me. It was kind of how she felt about her little shore leave escapade. However, she did have conflicting thoughts about not involving Oddas, because it certainly could have been the key to ending the threat completely. Lesson learned. She pushed the hood off her head and glanced from Arys to Björn. Her bright blue eyes had a way of turning dark along with her thoughts. She had a roll to play in this program and unfortunately, it was easy to portray. T’Lea: Bind him and bring him before those he has betrayed this night. The families of the fallen should not have to suffer him any longer. Let the people wield their justice upon him, and let the gods judge him thereafter. Words that at one time may have been said to her. A troubling afterthought. Björn: At once my Queen. He bowed and turned for the huge wooden and bronze door -- the weight of which was evident in the sluggish way it moved as it closed. T’Lea glanced at Arys and lifted an eyebrow. By the woman’s informed answers to her inquiries, there was a possibility that the Bajoran had some personal experiences of her own to draw her conclusions. Which made her all the more interesting to T’Lea, and perhaps slightly more trustworthy. T’Lea: Let’s not keep the people waiting. She started for the door and glanced at her side as Arys joined her. She was hoping that the conversation may put her mind at ease and her thoughts on the right path, but it really only made her question her intentions toward Dal Selta more. Perhaps that was a good thing. Only time would tell. Reaching the door she pulled the large bronze ring and the hinges squeaked open. T’Lea gave Arys a sideways look. T’Lea: This time period is strangely appealing. I suppose I’m a sucker for men with scruffy facial hair. Arys smirked as she glanced at T’Lea. Trovek: Well, I knew you were a little strange. END Ensign Trovek Arys Counselor USS Juneau J239809TA4 & Lieutenant Commander T’Lea First Officer USS Juneau Author ID I238301T10
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  5. Aww hey! Thanks, my dude! I had a real blast and a half. 10/10. Wanna write with you again. Because it was hecking rad!
  6. The current Thor/Amity joint mission has generated a lot of highlights for me but I wanted to take a moment to show my appreciation for @Ikaia Wong's humor and style. This JP was his idea, went in completely unexpected directions and ended up being a real pleasure to work on. I hope this encourages folks to reach out and try writing with new people as often as you can! =================================================== ((High Containment Science Lab 4, Deck 3, USS Thor)) Geoff Teller grumbled slightly as he made his way from his office to the lab spaces on Deck 3. The visiting crew of Amity had been given run of the ship and while that hadn’t been a problem, it had mostly lead to some vaguely lost officers wandering the halls. As First Officer, he’d been primarily responsible for herding these lost sheep so when he received an alert from the High Containment Science Labs, one of the few fully restricted areas aboard ship, he assumed it was simply another officer who had gotten turned while looking for the ships spa. What he wasn’t expecting was a frantic looking medical officer tending to a large and varied collection of plants, spread across several of the lab tables in specialized bio-monitoring pods. Geoff watched in bemused silence for a few moments as the young officer, a Lt. in blue with an oversized lab coat, ran the scanner from a medical tricorder over one of the bits of flora before reviewing the readings with narrowed eyes. When Geoff realized he’d likely be standing there for hours if he didn’t say something, he cleared his throat politely and spoke up with a smile. Teller: I don’t remember authorizing a new Arboretum on this deck, Lieutenant. Ikaia nearly jumped out of his skin from hearing that voice. His hand reached up and clutched his chest as he spun around. Wong: Ah! Commander! I didn’t see you there! ::Takes a moment to breathe:: I nearly had a heart attack…. Geoff chuckled and put his hands up in a placating gesture. Teller: As you were, this isn’t exactly a formal inspection. I don’t think we’ve met...Geoff Teller, ships XO. He stepped from the doorway and offered a hand in greeting. Ikaia allowed his hand to drop from his chest as he tried to relax. He reached out to shake the ginger haired officer’s hand. Wong: I’m Lieutenant Ikaia Wong. Physician Assistant and part of the Amity crew. Nice to meet you, Commander. Teller: Ah yes, Mr. Wong...I remember your name from the manifest. You’re Amity’s incoming Chief Medical Officer, right? ::Geoff nodded to the wide assortment of plants:: Botany a hobby or are these for medical use? Ikaia put his tricorder down on the nearest counter. He had been caring for many of these plants since he was an ensign. In fact, it was a collection of plants he had inherited from a previous doctor. In many ways, he felt like he had adopted them. Wong: Ah yes. That’s correct. I’m looking forward to my new posting. As for these… ::gesturing to his plants:: …. They’re something of a practical hobby, I suppose. I’ve been caring for them for a better part of a year and in their care, I’ve also been studying them as well. With the exception of the aloe, many have their origins in The Shoals. Teller: Ah I see...quite the impressive collection in that case. ::Geoff walked over and looked at a few closely, surprised to recognize a few varieties from Ketar V and Havleys Hope:: In fact, I might want to steal a few ideas from the designs...I’m always looking for a way to grow a better coffee bean. Ikaia offered a curious head tilt. Wong: Are you into botany as well? Or coffee? You almost make it sound like you’re sourcing something for The Brew Continuum. Teller: The Brew Continuum? ::Geoff’s expression was the picture of innocent ignorance:: Never heard of it. Ikaia raised an eyebrow at him for a moment. Then a smile crosses his face. What a cheeky Commander! Wong: I know that at one point, the Brew Continuum was created by you. I can say I recognize at least your name from that. I was a regular customer back on the Veritas. Geoff found himself smiling again, thinking back to the tiny converted storage space that had grown into so much more over the years. Teller: Guilty as charged. ::Teller nodded back towards one of the pods:: Don’t think I’ve ever seen that species before...the hell is it? And why is it doing...that. Ikaia picked up a watering can and went to water one of the plants. He stopped to glance back at Teller. Wong: Be careful around that one. That’s u. Tempturvium. It may be beautiful to look at. But it’s actually about to bloom very soon. It lets off a fine mist of oils that smell very much like a rotting corpse. A sonic shower absolutely will not remove the smell from your skin and well…. The less said about what it will do to your uniform, the better. I’ve had a few incidents with it. The Klingon PA could remember the first time he encountered the Tempturvium’s oils. He got a face full of it. This would have been a horrible experience for a human. But for a Klingon, it was like entering a level of hell. Especially in getting it directly in the face. He could still smell that rancid smell for a few days following the incident. Teller: Great, a stinkbomb plant. Well, at least it’s in the right place - we can eject this whole lab compartment directly out to space if we need to. Haven’t had to do it yet but there’s always a first time. Geoff shook his head and took an extra wide step around the cylinder. Teller: What is that? Ikaia moved over to the next plant. It looked like a collection of vines curled up in a pot. Wong: This one is v. Eatoanium. It’s a fast growing carnivorous vine. I suspect that in its native environment that it would have snagged small prey items such as small birds or rodents. However, this specimen has been known to go after well…. Me. I’ve found ways of placating it, though. Geoff leaned forward just enough to catch the vines ‘attention,’ which began wriggling within the containment chamber. Teller got the impression that ‘Eatoanium’s definition of small prey definitely included him. Teller: Interesting choice of pets, Mr. Wong. I find myself glad you’re taking them as far from me as logistically possible, though. Wong: You can see why I asked for high containment lab space for these plants. Many of them have specialized care needs and probably wouldn’t have been safe to be allowed into the Arboretum where anyone could have access. Previously, I kept them in my office as it was the safest place for them and typically, I was the only one who usually used that office. Geoff snorted, remembering the close quarters aboard the Veritas and imagining this flower show jammed in it. It definitely would’ve made a visit to Sickbay a lot more interesting. He dug a small padd out and verified that the lab was properly assigned to Lt. Wong for the duration of the journey and, satisfied all was in order, prepared to leave. Teller: Absolutely appropriate, Mr. Wong. I don’t think the Commodore would appreciate having his stroll through the Arboretum disrupted by the scent of corpses. Alright, I’ll leave you to it Lieutenant - as you were. Geoff turned to leave but only made it a step before he paused. The vinelike ‘Eatoanium’ was writhing violently within its containment vessel and the whole apparatus was beginning to thrash about on the lab table. Teller: Your salad looks upset, Mr. Wong. Ikaia paused to look over the Eatoanium. He froze. A look of horror briefly crossed his face. Wong: Where’s the PADD that went with this? This plant needs that PADD. Geoff’s eyebrows went up as he took another instinctive step backwards. Already, Ikaia could see the vines shift and move. He started backing up as soon as they started slithering out of the pot. Teller: Wasn’t anything on the table when I walked in here. What do you mean the plant needs the padd? It’s just a plant….right? Almost in response the whole writing mass of vines shifted as once, tipping the containment chamber off the table and onto the floor where it shattered open with a crash. Alarms began howling and alert strobes began blinking urgently and the labs heavy isolation doors slammed into lockdown with a muted thud. They were now locked in a very thick duranium box surrounded by numerous redundant containment fields. Wong: Usually, this is placated with recordings of Picard’s speeches or 80s power jams! Something about the rhythm usually calms it down! That’s why I had the PADD with this plant! ::Turns around to see the isolation doors slam shut:: Oh that’s just perfect! It’s a plant! Not some spore or highly dangerous contagion that will invert your rib cage or fill your sinuses with incompatible fluids! Geoff worried about how unusually specific those two descriptions were but felt it wise not to press the issue at the moment. He had other, more immediate concerns. Teller: Computer, erect a level ten containme…. Geoff ducked as the vines slapped a tray full of instruments his way. When he looked back, the mass of vines had vanished, scuttling behind one of the lab tables or possibly into the equipment racks. Bits of gear clattered to the ground as the creature shifted. Ikaia put his hands on his hips as he pushed some air out of his cheeks. This has turned into a much bigger mess than usual. He went looking for a PADD. Wong: Well THAT'S new. Normally, that plant isn't entirely mobile. Teller: =/\= Teller to Larell - Chief, we’re stuck in one of the science labs with an angry plant, tell me you can beam us out of here. =/\= Geoff suspected he already knew the answer, but he had to ask. Larell: =/\= Sorry sir, you know how strict the lockdown protocol is around the labs. You’d have to bring down the isolation fields for me to get a lock and if the computer detects those have failed, it’ll automatically eject the lab. Can’t do it, sir. =/\= Already the plant had decided enough was enough as it started chucking lab equipment at Ikaia. The Klingon PA squeaked as he saw a microscope come flying towards his face. He quickly dodged that one. Wong: For the love of Kāne! You get back here this instant! ::Dodges some empty petri dishes:: Teller: Stay on it, Chief, we need some kinda way out that doesn’t involve floating home. Larell: =/\= Yes sir, I’ll give you an update as soon as we have something. =/\= Geoff sighed to himself, wondering how his day had gotten this far away from him so quickly, before shooting a scowl in the direction of the nearby Mr. Wong. Teller: So we’re locked in...we try to break out, we get ejected into space. We try to beam out, we get ejected into space. Compartment’s independent life support is only good for about...oh..four or five hours. ::Geoff leaned back against one of the lab tables as casually as he could:: I’m open to suggestions, Mister. Ikaia picked up a tray to shield his face. More petri dishes rebounded off of it. Wong: Our issue is two fold here and it's not as simple as looking for a means to escape. We need to calm down my Eatoanium first. It's likely agitated from the alarms. There's a PADD on the far counter I've been recording my work on. If we load that with the correct sounds, we might be able to soothe it. Either that or--- ::a vine now lashes out at him causing him to yelp!:: GAH! Either that or we both end up on the menu after it's done with its temper tantrum! Ikaia vaguely motioned to where the PADD he mentioned was. He knew that if they didn’t calm down his plant before their escape, there was a chance it could be released into the ship at large and this was something he did NOT want escaping the lab. Wong: The second part of our plan, the escaping part, we're going to need your PADD for the security clearance alone. I've been having a number of issues surrounding my guest clearance. Most of which surround doors and replicators. I will NEVER eat wasabi-cilantro paste out of desperation again! Geoff ducked under something that looked suspiciously like a microscope hurtling through the air and crouched low, trying to keep a few heavy solid barriers between him and the aggravated parsley. Teller: I can’t lift the lockdown until we get that thing... ::A beaker flew and shattered against a far wall:: ..back in a tube and the computer is content there’s no hazard to the ship. Wong: Right. As to what we need the PADD for ----- ::Deflects a vine with his tray:: Ugh! Let’s just get my plant to settle down and take it from there? Geoff took a quick glance over the top of the lab table and still couldn’t find any evidence of an errant padd. With a sinking suspicion he ducked back behind the table and turned his attention out the observation windows at the rear of the lab and into the connecting compartment. There, on a small worktable just on the other side of the sealed door a Padd sat perched, completely out of reach. Teller: Well, the good news is I found your padd. Geoff pointed out the nearby window and shrugged in frustration. It may as well have been on Vulcan for all the help it would be out there. Wong: This is literally the third thing I've been trapped in in about six months! ::A beat:: The good news? Why does it sound like there’s BAD news? Ikaia felt something wrap around his right foot. He screamed as it yanked him over. He fell flat on his butt and felt himself being dragged across the floor. He smacked at some other vines coming for him with his tray. It looked like Klingon was on the main menu as an entré! Geoff dove around the table and grabbed the man's labcoat, yanking backwards as hard as he could. The plant had an alarmingly firm grip. Well, Ikaia had mostly been yanked away from his plant. The vines were still firmly wrapped around Ikaia’s boots while his bare feet were free to the elements in the lab. Ikaia grabbed the counter top and stumbled back to his feet. Teller: Hold on! What did you say was on that padd again? Music and speeches?! Wong: Yes! 80s power jams and Picard’s speeches. That’s the only thing that seems to calm it down! Teller: Well library computer access was cut when the lab went into isolation mode and my singing is limited to sea shanties....how’s your accent? Wong: My accent? Well, it’s Hawaiian…. Teller: No, your french accent! Start Picard’ing, that’s an order! Wong: Oh. Riiight. Uh… ahem…. :Glancing nervously at the vines coming for him:: “Starfleet was founded upon seeking out life. To boldly go---” GAH! Ikaia ducked as one of his boots was flung back at him. Teller: No no, it’s gotta be a little more British than that for some reason! Like this…::Geoff took a deep breath and tried to draw upon the gravitas, poise and baldness of one of Starfleet’s most legendary officers.. ”“We’ve made too many compromises already. Too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back...this far...no farther....” The creature continued to thrash about but the vines slowed slightly, but his [...]-french accent would not have won him any awards. Ikaia tried to concentrate. What did a French-British accent sound like again? Wong: Okay okay. Let me try this - “While most of us recoil in fear, we must remember that this plant, the Eatoanium, is still worthy of our care. It has demonstrated at least on some level sentience. Are we not there to seek out new life?” He could see his plant starting to calm down a little more. It was still gripping on to that other boot. Teller: It’s working! ::Geoff cleared his throat and tried again for something approaching stately gentility::...”With the first link, the chain is forged….The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden….” Teller doubted he’d win Starbase 80’s famed talent contest but the creature was loosening its grip, and Geoff was able to haul Mr. Wong backwards towards relative safety, but not before another projectile headed their way. It flung the last boot. It rebounded off of Ikaia’s head. He yelped as it smacked him. He was getting really tired of being hit with things. Wong: Ow! GEEZ! Ugh….“That is one of the tenants that Starfleet was founded upon. We are Starfleet. It is our duty to ensure that this plant is well cared for as long as it is under our protection. It is not to be ejected into space like refuse.” Geoff put aside his personal feelings in this moment of deep crisis and called upon the powers of Earl Grey himself. Teller: “The first duty of every starfleet officer is to the truth! Whether it's scientific truth, or...uh”…::Geoff’s memory was failing him so he improvised.::....to space truth...or...ground..truth... The plant was starting to come down off the shelving. Ikaia crouched down low and started making his way closer. Wong: Ah… it’s working….. It’s calming down…. Ah “Part of seeking out new life is also the care and protection of that new life. That’s what we must do. This is not a compromise.” Geoff tried to lower his voice towards a register he hoped was soothing as he slowly lifted an unbroken containment canister. Teller: “So I lied...cheated….bribed men to cover the crimes of other men….”...wait, dammit, that’s not a Picard speech. ::Geoff took another small step towards the creature and nodded to Mr. Wong.:: “There’s coffee in that neb…” dammit that’s not right either. Ikaia calmly approached his plant. The vines were already starting to curl back up into its pot. He carefully picked it up in his hands. Wong: ::Whispering:: Are you ready to seal it up? We’ve got it back into dormancy. With the vines as docile as he’d seen them, Geoff crossed the final meter and scooped the vines into the canister and sealed it in one quick motion. It wasn’t until after he’d gotten it fully back on the lab table and behind a level five containment field that both men exhaled and slumped to the floor, Geoff’s back against one of the tumbled equipment racks. After a few deep breaths, Geoff laughed out loud at the absurdity of the last few minutes until his eyes were watering. When he could catch his breath again, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and tapped his com badge. Ikaia was more than thrilled to see his plant safely tucked behind glass. He rested his back against a counter as he seemingly sprawled across the floor. Ikaia snorted. The ludicrousness of it all! But at least everyone including the plant was safe. Wong: ::Sighs:: That’s a relief….. Maybe now we can lift the lockdown? Teller: =/\= Computer, lift isolation lockdown on containment lab 4, Authorization Teller Sigma Kilo Alpha Nebula Tango Sigma. =/\= Computer: =/\= Unable to comply, internal sensors detect a possible contagion which matches established viral profiles. =/\= Geoff gulped, his good humor forgotten. He looked around nearby and found several tricorders scattered in the debris on the floor. He flipped one to Wong and began scanning the area the vines had been writhing around. Ikaia blinked at what the computer had said. Sure, he often worked around the sick. But that wasn’t without decontamination afterwards. He took the tricorder in his hands and began looking. Teller: Were you storing anything else in here? Biomatter? Research samples? Especially pungent cheese? Wong: There shouldn’t be. I always decontam whenever I deal with the sick. There shouldn’t be anything here. Teller: Tricorder’s picking up nothing over here...air reads fine....no particulate matter...no radiation...certainly nothing that looks like a virus….you got anything? Ikaia was about to get up when his hands brushed against his thigh. It stung when he touched it. Bringing his hand up to his face, he could see a pink liquid coating his fingers. Blood. His blood. He glanced down at his thigh and sure enough, he could see where it had been sliced. Possibly from the glass when the Eatoanium escaped. Wong: I think some of the glass got me. My thigh’s been slashed by something. I’m going to need a dermal regenerator here to fix it. Geoff swung around in alarm at the shrieking tricorder. Teller: Stay still, try not to move. It could be on your uniform...we could still decontaminate it… Ikaia froze. He looked at Teller. Wong: Wait. On me? Geoff narrowed the scan field on his tricorder and took a few steps back towards Mr. Wong, following the increasingly rapid beeps from the scanner. When he was within a meter, he slowly panned the device down, starting with Mr. Wongs head. Teller: I’m no medical officer, Mr. Wong, but I’m picking up something tricorder thinks is a retrovirus…. Ikaia’s eyes went wide. It was as if Teller had said something that had triggered a memory for him…. ((Flashback - Russell River Mines - Approximately Six Months Earlier…..)) S’Ten: What do you know of Drell? That question came as a surprise to him. His hand slowly reached up to touch his hair. Since he started experiencing new cultures and other planets on his travels with Starfleet, that name has come up over and over again. Mostly in response to his blond hair. Some days, he was half tempted to dye it just to keep a lower profile if he knew he was dealing with other Klingons. Wong: House of Drell. I’ve heard of it. Mostly through it being shouted at me with plenty of finger pointing. But I really don’t know much about it. Except for that blond hair seems to be a house trait. Although, I’m not sure if I’m connected to that house or not. I absolutely know nothing. What do you know about this? S’Ten: I see. I can only tell you what I know from my briefings on Romulus. It was important to understand the workings of Great Houses, while they are an Empire there are always disputes between their houses, which is something that can be exploited during a conflict. Membership of a Great house has traditionally been by virtue of birth, or marriage. But the House of Drell was different. You are aware of the Klingon augment virus? Wong: Bits and pieces about it from what’s been mentioned in Starfleet databases. Victims impacted by it lost their head crests. S’Ten: The first Klingon that was born with blond hair was a result of this virus. Over time, Klingons with your hair color were born throughout the population, but only a handful. Word of them spread, and they became shunned like other augments. As a joke, Klingons said that blond Klingons were of “jul”¸ the Klingon word for “sun”. Klingons also found it amusing to claim that any Klingon born of jul were of the same family. One blonde Klingon was so incensed by being teased constantly that she formed a house named “Drell”, a play on the word jul. She declared that any blond Klingon was instantly a member of Drell, should they choose to be. Wong: Did all those impacted join this house? S’Ten: Many blond Klingons joined, proudly. Conversely, many sought genetic modification. And some… were sent from the Empire by their parents to live elsewhere. Ikaia frowned slightly. The gene pool expanded significantly and even if he got a hit in his search using DNA, it didn’t mean that it would be someone from this house. His investigation has just hit its first snag. ((High Containment Science Lab 4, Deck 3, USS Thor - Present day….)) Ikaia scanned himself and began cross referencing his DNA with the RNA of the Augment Virus on file. Sure enough, the virus had been embedded in his DNA. It was less than a 5% fragment of the original virus. But it was still there. He briefly reached up to touch his blond hair for a moment. Ikaia’s breath seemed to be caught inside his chest. Time almost felt like it had stopped for him. This was a major revelation. The reason for his hair colour, for who he was came down to a virus fragment. He looked at Teller wide eyed. He had been quiet in his realization for the longest time. At that moment, he finally broke his silence. Wong: Commander….. That virus you’re picking up isn’t on me. It’s a part of me. Geoff’s attention turned away from the baffled tricorder and towards the bewildered looking Mr. Wong. Teller: That’s...that’s somewhat alarming. I’m alarmed. I feel like you should be more alarmed. The lab is certainly alarmed. Wong: I have less than a 5% fragment of the Klingon Augment Virus embedded in my DNA. It’s what’s causing the blond hair and I suspect what triggered the lockdown when I got cut by the glass. It was never my plant. It was me the entire time. Geoff flipped the tricorder closed and scowled but focused on the immediate problem and located the compartment's medical kit, one of the few things that hadn’t been tossed around. Teller: Pretty basic but there’s a dermal regenerator in here along with some broad spectrum antivirals... Wong: I’m not contagious nor am I sick. It’s a virus fragment. But it’s certainly enough to trigger the lockdown of the labs. I’m sorry, Commander. Which meant that now the labs had to be keyed into his DNA just to avoid future lockdowns pending their survival from this lockdown. Teller: Well, it’s not really me you need to apologize to, it’s the sensors in here. Patch yourself up and try not to bleed on anything else. We’re going to need to decontaminate every surface you’ve touched or brushed against and…::Geoff shook his head, wondering how he’d explain this to the Commodore.::...lose the pants. Gonna have to vaporize those. oOExcuse me. Who’s the medical officer around here---- wait. Is he REALLY suggesting THAT?! That’s EXTREME.Oo Wong: You’re asking me to depants myself and BURN them?! Am I hearing this correctly? Teller: Look, I’m not the one who [...]ed off the computer, so I get to keep my pants…. A single drop of pinkish blood, accidentally smeared across the back of Mr. Wong’s tricorder dangled and fell before either man could react. Geoff could only watch in horror as it landed with a small splat on the right leg of his uniform pants. Ikaia gave something of a coy head tilt. Wong: Hmm yes. I seem to recall something to the effect of vaporizing one’s pants if they’re contaminated with my blood? Ikaia started to remove his pants. This was quite embarrassing. Almost as much as the tattoo on his backside. Teller: Welp...yep, ok, now we’re going to be two totally normal officers not wearing pants, cleaning a lab. ::Geoff sighed and began sifting through equipment on one of the nearby racks.:: Find yourself a subsonic sterilizer and get to work once that leg is patched up. Wong: Don’t worry, Commander. I very much understand sterilization procedures and medical care. Pretty sure that’s why I’m the Amity’s CMO. ::Sighs:: This is really embarrassing. We’re really going to have to key in my DNA into things to avoid generating false positives in the future. He finally removed his pants entirely and folded them up on the floor leaving him in his standard issue Starfleet boxers. He cleaned off his hands and grabbed the dermal regenerator to run across his wound. The whole incident had him stressed out, if he had to be honest with himself. It wasn’t just that he’d have to make the long walk to his quarters without any pants. It was what he had just learned here today. It was entirely possible with the virus fragment in his DNA that he was a member of the House of Drell. But given how Klingons handled matters like this, there was still a chance he may not be. Either way, this was a heavy result for him. It made him somewhat terrified of what the entire truth was going to be. Wong: Sorry about the mess….. It was the better part of an hour before the two men, fully stripped down to their starfleet standard issue skivies, emerged from a lab the computer now considered entirely free of pathogens. Both men made a dash for the nearby turbolift in an attempt to forestall questions or curious glances and they were entirely successful, except for Lt. Kowalski, who valiantly managed to restrain their laughter inside the turbolift car until Geoff stepped out, but broke before the doors could close again. [End] ======================================== Lieutenant Ikaia Wong PA-C Chief Medical Officer Amity Outpost V239711IW0 & Commander Geoffrey Teller Executive Officer USS Thor - NCC 82607 Commodore A. Kells, Commanding V239509GT0
  7. DEEP SPACE 3 — After the mission to the planet Gentii opening potential relations in the future, the USS Arrow (NCC-69829) returned to Deep Space 3 for rest and reorganization. The crew of the USS Arrow has a successful shore leave thanks to their hectic personal life. Captain Randal Shayne revealed his recent engagement to long-term companion and new Chief Intelligence Officer, Commander Ash MacKenna, as one of the new events. “The Captain is an extremely private person,” commented Senior Chief Petty Officer Thaon Brom. “I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend! The lads in engineering wish him all the happiness in the world! Good on you, Cap!” As their shore vacation on the Federation starbase came to an end, the senior staff and whole crew welcomed the news with open arms. However, at the time of publishing, the captain of the Arrow was unavailable for comment. Among the other activities enjoyed by the team was a visit to a new Klingon eatery on the promenade. Lieutenant Tro’k, the Arrow’s own Klingon Exchange Officer, was happy that the Starfleet crew recognized his homeworld’s culinary prowess. In the aftermath of the successful Bairiri, Ensign Maria Alvarez of the Ops department was ordered to join a new Starfleet diplomatic mission headed back to Genti II. The assignment was deemed temporary, and the team anticipated welcome her back in due time. The Arrow left DS3 to begin their new mission of thoroughly surveying a previously unknown area of the Alpha Isles. Written by Maz Rodan The post USS Arrow celebrates moderate success with good times on Deep Space 3 appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=skHBw4JyjZk:MfVMOqr_EcQ:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/skHBw4JyjZkView the full article
  8. Last week
  9. Join us for another in a series of interviews with winners of Special awards from our recent 2021 Awards Ceremony. Our goal is to give you insight into how our fleet’s best simmers write and imagine their characters. This month we’re interviewing the writer behind Lieutenant JG Zhanyt Lafizatar playing a Female Mathenite Science Officer assigned to the USS Veritas. She won The Community Champion Award which is “for members who participate in – or help facilitate – simming community events, representing the best of UFOP: SB118 to other organizations by hosting events, acting as contest judges, or otherwise contributing their expertise in a way that benefits the wider community.” DeVeau: Tell us a little about the writer behind the character — where in the world do you hail from, how did you get into Star Trek, and anything else you’d like to share? Lafizatar: I got into Trek by my dad watching TNG when I was growing up. Occasionally, TOS reruns, but TNG is my first Trek. I currently live near Spokane, in the Pacific Northwest. I love Deep Space Nine, and I found myself emphasizing the most with both O’ Brien’s seemingly endless struggle and Sisko’s exasperation. How did you find out about Starbase 118? Google, actually. I think I was looking for Star Trek roleplays at the time. I stuck around after reading the front page and wiki. I figured it was worth a choice. You not only participate in Starbase 118, but you are also an active member of the Roleplaying community abroad. What are some ways you engage with players outside of our SB118 community? In some cases, I participate in roleplays outside of 118 and try to attend various conferences. I’ve been doing it off and on for the last 5 years, depending on if I have the weekend free. Could you tell us a bit about your roles in the various events in which you’ve participated in the roleplaying world? Generally, I submit panels. I’ve not yet had a chance to help organize one, but I think I’d enjoy that too. The last panels I’ve done have been talking about the use of canon, and I’m working on one about creating custom races or just expanding scraps into a playable race. I like to talk about expanding your options and providing hooks for plots. Of all the things you’ve done in these various events, which was your favourite, and why? I enjoy attending and learning more about how other roleplays do things. I’ve changed my own simming a bit based on a few, and I think if I was forced to pick just one, it’s the ones that discuss making more interesting characters. If someone wanted to get involved in the RP community beyond SB118, where would you suggest they begin? Personally, I would start reading sims of Star Trek fleets to see if it’s something they liked, or move to other PBEM types like fantasy. I think that expanding your horizons teaches you new tricks you can use to make it more fun to write and more fun characters. Thanks for your time, Lieutenant Lafizatar! You can read more about Lieutenant JG Zhanyt Lafizatar on the wiki. The post Special Award Winner: Zhanyt Lafizatar, USS Veritas (The Community Champion Award) appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=1ohNvmZb-Tw:K189yECs2u8:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/1ohNvmZb-TwView the full article
  10. Oh yes. That's our Captain. Use the ceremonial bowl as a coffee mug. lol @Oddas Aria
  11. ASHALLA, BAJOR – Data uploaded to the public communications network has been disseminated across the planet, prompting a flurry of difficult questions for the leaders of Bajor’s spiritual life. According to the material contained therein, a resistance cell operating about three decades ago was duped into raiding a supposedly abandoned warehouse in Talmulna, Musilla Province of Bajor. Believing they were assaulting a high-level gathering of Obsidian Order agents, the gang inadvertently slaughtered a number of Cardassian refugees fleeing persecution for their religious beliefs. Documents appear to suggest that these individuals adhered to the Orlian Way, an old religion dating back to Cardassia Prime’s Hebitian Age, and were under the protection of the Vedek Assembly. However, the most damning claims imply that the Vedek Assembly actively participated in concealing up the massacre and spirited members of Bajor’s resistance cell away from potential Cardassian retaliation. This revelation comes after a series of damaging and extremely contentious releases in recent months, all pointing to war crimes and cooperation committed during the latter years of the Occupation of Bajor. At this point, it is unknown whether this recent discovery is related to prior ones. Further reports from Talmulna-based sources, two persons, thought to be farmers, have been detained in connection with the downloading of these recent files. When pressed, Talmulna City Chief of Police Dekin Sidath declined to comment, saying, “While it is true that we detained two civilians — a man and a woman — we are not presently providing any information on their identities, ages, or the offences they are accused of. At this time, the City Constabulary has no additional comment.” If these allegations are proven to be true, it could pose significant challenges for the Vedek Assembly, which has drawn galactic ire for refusing to reach out to followers of the so-called ‘Ohalu sect,’ a group of Bajorans who take a more secular approach to the Prophets and question the divinity of Bajor’s gods. Trai Sempin, a political pundit on FNS’s Illuminating the City of Light, said late last night, “The Vedek Assembly has had a tough few months, to put it mildly. Despite a rising number of Bajorans clamouring for reconciliation, they refuse to reach out to followers of the Ohalu texts and are now personally embroiled in covering up a crime that might have long-term sociopolitical ramifications for Bajoran-Cardassian relations. People are already starting to regard them as hopelessly out of touch, but this makes them appear to be arbiters of the law, which has a deadly ring to it.” When questioned about the claims this morning, a spokesperson for the Bajoran administration refused to say if he believed allegations, but did add that “such severe concerns should be examined carefully and at the highest level.” A spokeswoman for the Assembly was unavailable for comment, citing preparations for the upcoming Ha’mara celebration. The post Vedek Assembly implicated in massacre of Cardassian religious refugees cover-up appeared first on Federation News Service. View the full article
  12. @Arys I really LOL'ed at this. So funny.
  13. STARBASE 118 OPS — The abducted, shrunken, but far from helpless Starfleet crew staged a spectacular escape, causing havoc for the pirates who had captured them. After being kidnapped by pirates, officers who had been left untouched on Ops immediately gathered to pursue those who had been kidnapped. Following a briefing, Commodore Sal Taybrim commandeered the USS Narendra (NCC-26595) and headed out to chase a ship known as “The Drowning Band,” which was accused of theft and kidnapping. When they caught up to the pirate ship, the captain promptly dismissed their diplomatic efforts. “The Commodore attempted to obtain entry using more polite ways, but Captain Farrow promptly dismissed them,” Kherys Harper, a medical cadet chosen to accompany the rescue operation, stated. “But I could sense he was keeping something from me.” Unfazed by the captain’s dismissal, sources stated that the rescuers used the older ships’ systems cycle to get two small away teams onto the vessel. Both immediately discovered members of their team as well as other kidnapped people. As upsetting as the events were for those who helped in the rescue, they were much more upsetting for the victims. “This simply goes to show you,” Ensign Isaiah Andrews told reporters following the event. “There is seldom anything positive that comes from attending an event when you are required to wear a tie. Except for the buffet, that is. And the bar. Unleashed lizards are also a hazard. It’s just wrong to allow those monsters roam free.” Some officers stayed to defend people, while others took up the task of outwitting their captors. “It was all a little perplexing; it felt like we were being carried to the other side, but instead we were captured by pirates. We were able to send out a signal due to Lieutenant Prudence Blackwell.” “After fleeing, we almost made it to the orb, but they grabbed us a second time. When you’re barely a few inches tall, you’re inconveniently sluggish… Then you wind up marrying your Gorn crewmate in a knock-off bridal gown. It was all extremely strange. Unbelievable and surreal. However, when dealing with something as enigmatic as a Bajoran Orb, you might anticipate encountering as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Lieutenant JG Ashley Yael, Ops’ counsellor, made a remark, then added after a brief pause. “If you ever get the chance to ride a cat, I highly recommend investing in a good saddle.” When queried about the marriage, Major Tatash, the Gorn in question, said, “It’s not legally binding.” He then ranted about how blue is a bad colour for a Gorn. Between sending out signals and riding cats, as well as battling vacuum bots and lizards, sources mentioned another team blinded a pirate in one eye while yet a fourth group somehow disabled the shields and disconnect engineering from the bridge which allowed Taybrim and the crew of the Narendra to take control of the pirate ship and rescue the miniaturized people. Written by Alora DeVeau The post Shrunken crew and civilians get kidnapped, cause mayhem before rescue appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=aDKM-s2xXrM:aRLZklz9UV4:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/aDKM-s2xXrMView the full article
  14. Same sim from Kendrick's quote: Oh, I feel that pain! Serala doesn't much care for diplomatic missions either
  15. Ah... the exiting life of a Starfleet officer . Poor Commander @TLea!
  16. @Sival and the moba fruit 😸 As he took the last bite of the food on his plate, he realized that he was enjoying the moba fruit. Really enjoying it. To the point of indulgence. He instantly realized the seriousness of the situation. Usually, Sival suppressed or moderated his emotions. The only times they ‘ran away from him’ was when he was daydreaming or lost in thought about a project, and even during those times the emotion he felt was relatively mild and could be easily reined back in. Never had he lost awareness of an emotional experience and let it control his behavior, until now. oO This is what happens when I do not carefully regulate my emotions. Oo
  17. Tatash, I need you to come clean and organise my house! Please! I'm desperate!
  18. This was it. After four long years at the academy, I was finally here. The Starbase was always on my mind since joining the Federation on Vulcan, and now, experiencing it for real, was amazing. I brushed my black hair out of my face, and continued out of the the landing bay. I was a bit early for my briefing, so I decided to look around the base. As I walked, my eyes started darting around, I wanted to take in anything and everything. After looking around for a bit, I started to get hungry. I decided to look for a restaurant, and to my surprise, they had a Vulcan restaurant. Excited, I walked over to it, and ordered my meal. The food, although blander then what I was used to, reminded me of my home planet. After finishing up my food, I decided that I should head up to the holodeck, and get prepared for the Cadet Cruise.
  19. I know it's a few days after the fact, but I just wanted to mention that I thought @Tomas Falt wrote a lovely and touching sim regarding his relationship with his parents. It was a joy to read.
  20. Smug, our new Counselor @Arys edit: Changed the word for a synonym since the original was censored 😁
  21. Someone was speaking. Lilith could hear, but her mind was barely registering it. Lilith was angry at herself. Danger meant she should be at the forefront and defend, instead she found herself unable to move. She chastised herself for that. Wong: ::To Thorne:: Hey. It’s me. Lieutenant JG Wong. I’m here now. Let’s get you patched up. ::Glancing up at Reade:: How has she been doing? Thorne: ::weakly:: I got a boo boo. Just a small snippet. But this made laugh.
  22. Archaeology digs are chill places, damn't!
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