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  1. 4 points
    Oui, Thank you for the clarification on all that, I had learned about my mistake in the subject line lol one of those simple observations I overlooked. I figured I'd need a google account connected but wasn't sure how to do so I'll check that link thank you. I was mostly only concerned as I wasn't sure if I would have to need to view it to utalize the system properly. I'm glad you guys are so good with newbies making fools of themselves with these type of inquiries, XD I would Like to say I entered this process new to online text simming in every sense and with your instructors and extensive articles on wiki and in the forums it has been far simpler and more fun than I had anticipated, especially for someone like me, I tend to geek out hard on things like this when it comes to research yet I still make simple oversights and mistakes... eh only human... more or less.
  2. 4 points
    ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Deck 5, Sickbay)) ::The conflict that had consumed their small yet renowned vessel had finally come to completion. Their enemy, the one who had laid them low in a matter of minutes and ravaged the Atlantis was now seemingly destroyed. The Aeroshuttle was once more in her home affixed to the Atlantis and the recovery of their home was underway. A small part of that was the transference of Tarva and Raga from the vessel's med-bay to Sickbay. Transferred along with it was the EMH that had been tending to them both. The two resided on bio-beds side-by-side. Though, in the first few hours power was restored the room would become quite cramped with the sheer number of casualties.:: ::The worst cases laid on beds while those less so had likely been sent to makeshift triage centers in unoccupied rooms on the ship. Perhaps the officer's mess or some other location suitable. Had he been conscious, Toryn would no doubt be grateful they had survived. Or wanting to help recovery efforts. It was then perhaps a good thing he could not. He wasn't even aware of the change in location. Nor the sounds of pain coming from his fellow crew mates. He was still standing on the top of Azure Peak, staring at himself, eyes agape and utterly confused.:: Raga: Who are you? ART: Why you of course. Raga: Me? ::he shook his head slowly and glanced about.:: I don't understand. ART: I'm not surprised. ::Scoffs:: You probably think you're actually back on Devron. ::Toryn looked up at the eerie reflection of himself and scowled, brow furrowing as he walked slow circles around the doppelganger.:: Raga: But this is Devron...::His voice trailed off uncertainly:: ART: Is it? ::The double of himself shook his head and turned slowly. As he did the surroundings seemed to shimmer and the white, frigid landscape gave way to the dark barely illuminated corridors of the Atlantis. The Officer's mess, he was there staring out at space. At the alien craft that had impaled their beloved ship.:: Raga: The attack...that's right. We're under attack. I have to help the crew. ::Toryn spun around and saw the memory of the collision playing out in slow motion. Of everyone tossed around from the impact. Of the door exploding open as the robots attacked, slew one of the crew. Maimed the other. Knight. McKnight. Williams. Each one of them had a spider on them, clawing at them. The laser cutters slicing them apart.:: Raga: NO! ::Reflexively he reached out to try and help, to run to them to help but he found his movements were like trudging through molasses. Yet the doppelganger moved fluidly, merely strolling through the slow motion scene with his arms behind his back.:: Raga: This is wrong...this didn't happen this way. Only two spiders made it in...they didn't die! ::Williams was sliced in the middle, while McKnight he watched lose his head to the laser cutter of the bot that took him to the ground. Toryn saw Knight being cut apart before he closed his eyes, a well of tears in his eyes as he looked away.:: ART: They might as well have. They had you to protect them. ::The double stood beside him, a vile smirk curling the corners of his mouth.:: ART: I'm surprised. To be honest. You managed to get a shuttle. ::Toryn opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the pilot's seat of the Lyoness. His doppelganger in the seat opposite him, feet propped up on the console. Elbow on the arm rest of the chair and his chin cradled in his fingers.:: Raga: Yes...I did..Williams and I..we got outside. We took the fight to them. ART: Mm, you did. For all the good it did you. ::The two spider bots that had stowed away on his shuttle encroached on him as he spun in his chair. He saw the transporter beam that he was using to relocate the bridge team appear in the open cabin. Seeing their outline a moment. Only to hear a heavy thud on the front of the shuttle. When he spun around, Toryn saw them materialize out in space before the Lyoness. Serala. Brell. Logan. Jann. And he screamed once more in terror. Rage. Anguish.:: Raga: STOP IT! I saved them...they made it to Engineering. ::He snapped his head towards his double as the bot leaped onto his back. That painful burning of the laser cutter he could feel once more in his shoulder.:: ::The readouts on his bio-bed sounded an alert that had the EMH rushing to it, the red-haired hologram quickly inspected the readouts. One of the nurses beside her. :: EMH: There's a registered spike in his brain activity he's going into cardiac arrest. Get me twenty milligrams of lectrazine! Nurse: Yes, doctor. ::he quickly loads a hypospray and hands it to her.:: ::The EMH quickly injects the medicine into the side of his neck, the tell tale hiss of the contents being thrust into his bloodstream. A few seconds passed before the alerts silenced and the readings on his vitals returned to their weak, but momentarily stable levels. The holographic physician sighed and handed the empty hypo back to the nurse.:: EMH: That worked. He's stable again...for now. Lieutenant JG Toryn Raga Security Officer USS Atlantis NCC-74682 Writer ID: A239410TR0 Great sim @Toryn Raga!
  3. 3 points
    ((Planetary sciences lab, USS Atlantis)) :: Torali was studying some unusual plants that they had picked up here in the expanse, an activity that she enjoyed doing. She wished they could have taken some samples of the lower evolved life forms as well, particularly those that would have fallen within the insect classification. It would have been very informative to see how they interacted with the various different types of plants available here on the ship. :: :: She had just finished examining a section of climbing vine under the microscope when. :: Serala: =/\= Yellow alert. All hands to general quarters. =/\= :: Trouble… she looked over at the plants, then stood up and started to move them one by one back into the special containment pods that regulated their light, water, humidity, temperature and environment. She was just picking up the last one when another announcement came over the ships internal PA system. :: Serala: =/\= Red alert. Brace for impact. =/\= :: Torali hurried to secure the plant, closing the door of the containment pod and……… She was thrown through the air, slamming into the ceiling, bouncing off to hit one of the other work stations before she struck the wall. :: ((Time Jump)) :: Torali opened her eyes slowly, she was in pain, a lot of it. She tried to move but failed. She heard whimpering, wondered where it came from and then realized that it was her, she was the one whimpering. :: :: It was a struggle but she managed to move her left arm enough to push whatever was on her back off. She had to wait a few moments while she tried to catch her breathe but even that hurt. Finally pushing with her left arm again she managed to get her chest off the floor. Enough so that she could tap her comms badge. Nothing happened so she tried again. :: oO Something…. must be…. Wrong…. with the…… communications system…. The lights were out…. No… not out…. Emergency lights were on… something had happened…. What…. She had been thrown…. Who had…. No… not who…. What…. If lights were off…. Then she was on her own…. No comms…. What had happened…. What…. :: :: At this point she passed out again. :: ((Short time jump)) :: Torali felt pain, waves of it crashing against her senses, jolting her to consciousness. She remained motionless. Slowly her thoughts collected, weird memories, visions, bounced around like pieces of some kind of mental jigsaw. Something happened…. a collision…. How… :: :: She opened her eyes, tried to but only one would open and even that hurt, her face was wet, she lifted her head, whatever it was, was sticky. It took her a few moments to realize that it was blood, her blood. Power was still out, only a feeble bit of illumination came from the emergency lights. :: :: She tried to move her arms under her to push herself up from the floor but a fresh wave of pain flashed through her, crashing against her senses, threatening to pull her under, she fought it even as a scream of pain exploded out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: Her left arm was a single throbbing mass of pain, any attempt to use it resulted in more pain. She lay there sobbing, tears running down her face as she tried to control her breathing. Her mind struggled to make sense of what was happening. :: :: She had to check it, had to know what was wrong with it. Somehow she managed to roll towards her right arm, new waves of pain slashed into her as she did, someone was shrieking, high toned animal like sounds that grated against her mind. Who could it be, why… :: ((Short time jump)) :: She woke up, opened her eyes, one eye was glued shut, it would not respond but she was looked up at the ceiling, not the floor. She had rolled over, her breathing was ragged, the pain was a dull throb that danced along her nerves, constant, why had she rolled over…. Her arm… she needed to examine her arm…:: :: She took a big deep breath and moved, pushing herself up using her right arm, regretting it as soon as she did it. Fresh waves of agony slammed into her brain, forcing another scream out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! :: One that was followed by shrieks… :: Ahhhhh.. hhhhhhh… sshhhsshh…. Aaaahhhhhhh… :: shrieks… it had been her… not someone else… she was alone. :: :: She looked down at her arm, it was covered in blood, bent at a weird angle and she could see something sticking out of her arm, something white and jagged, something…. It was one of her arm bones. :: :: Her head sagged back, she knew she was in trouble, no one had come looking, maybe no one would. :: :: She tried to collect her thoughts, to remember her training. This was part of her basic medical training at the Academy, so much like what she had learned back home as a child. She had to deal with it, she had to do it now before she became too weak from blood loss. :: :: She looked around, her vision swimming in and out of focus, spotted one of the roller chairs lying on its side partly on top of her left leg. She had to think about her breathing, sweat started to run into her one open eye. She blinked rapidly, the chair, it might work. :: :: She lifted her right leg, tried to shift the chair closer, gritted her teeth as she did. The pain, something was wrong with her left leg as well. She fought to keep her eye open, blinking to focus her vision. Hooked the far side of the chair with her right foot, edged it closer. The top suddenly shifted and it fell towards her, hitting her belly, wrenching another scream out of her as it did. :: Elzizabath: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She felt a wave of oblivion crashing down over her, her vision faded, darkness swept over her…. NNOOOOOOO…. She snapped her head back, banging it against the deck, the sudden pain snapping her eye back open, more moans whimpered out of her uncontrollably. :: :: She fought it, visions of her mother, father, siblings, home all jumbled, all chaotic crashing through her thoughts, fracturing them, making it hard to think. What was she doing, why was she doing it, was it important, all she wanted to do was sleep. Again she slammed her head back, the impact cleared her thoughts, her arm, she had to fix it. :: :: Torali blinked and looked, the chair was closer, on her, she reached out with her right hand, fumbled, than grasped the material of her left sleeve, she lifted, white hot pain, searing, blinding, slammed into her senses, the scream exploded out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: Somehow she managed to keep lifting it, to flop her left hand, the wrist into the junction where the arm of the chair and the back met. Every movement was sheer agony, she wanted it to end, even death would be better than this pain, NNOOOO…… she gritted her teeth, the shrieks of pain rumbled past her teeth, her lips peeled back, air racing in and out of her lungs, her entire body shuddering as she fought the dizziness, her single eye, looking down her body, seeking, looking, blurring in and out as she blinked rapidly, knowing what she had to do, dreading it, then kicking out with her right foot, kicking the chair, yanking her left arm…. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((Search and rescue efforts same desk)) :: Asno paused to wipe the sweat from his face, blinking his eyes as he did due to the sting of the salt. The air was starting to get stagnant, even worse you could see it thanks to the faint hint of smoke and other contaminates floating in it. :: Savil: Did you hear that? Plito: Hear what? :: He replied as he glanced over at the Vulcan scientist. :: Savil: Sounded like a scream. Plito: No. Not very likely either. Not with the amount of damage in this section. Savil: You forget I am Vulcan, we have superior hearing. Plito: :: Asno turned with a grin on his face even as he replied. :: Superior? Savil: To that of most species, just not Andorians, Caitians, Worene, Plito: Etc, etc, etc. I get it. Savil: Still I am sure I heard someone scream. :: Asno considered the possibilities that they might have missed someone in this section of the ship, especially as it was so close to the area where the alien vessel had impacted. The very simple fact that they had already found and tagged 3 dead crewmen for retrieval later would seem to make it highly unlikely, still if there was anything he had learned from doing this kind of job was that anything could happen. :: Plito: If you’re sure then I guess we better double check this entire section again. :: With that said he turned and started to work his way back, looking everywhere and checking everything, his powerful halogen light making a difficult job a little easier. :: ((Planetary sciences lab)) :: She groaned, her one eye lid fluttered, then opened. The room was dimly lit, the red warning light blinked on and off. Agony washed over her and she fought to lift her head, looking down at her arm. It was covered in blood but she could no longer see any sign of the bone sticking out. She was not sure if that was a good thing. She tried to move that arm but all it did was send another wave of pure senses shattering pain slamming into her brain. :: :: She felt weak, dizzy with her vision blurring in and out. She had to struggle to control her breathing, to slow it down. Somewhere within her thoughts was the knowledge that she had to, that it was important for some reason. Regardless the simple act of slowing down her breathing helped her, ideas, thoughts, memories skittered across her mind, some ridiculous, some fragmented and some were tantalizingly distracting. :: :: Slowly things made sense, thoughts blended, coalesced into useful ideas, into priorities. Her arm, she needed to stop the bleeding, to treat it before she got any weaker. Her head slowly rotated as her eye searched, looking around, checking the room within her area of sight, looking for anything she might be able to use. :: :: The room was a mess and most of it was out of sight, blocked by work stations, tables, chairs, debris of all kinds. All around her was shattered equipment, scientific devices, things useful in research but completely useless for her current needs. Still a part of her mind scratched at her thoughts, frantic with the need to get her attention, to focus her mind, intellect battered and near to shattering but frantic with the primitive need for survival. :: :: Fear fought with pain, both threatened to overwhelm her mind, to drown it in an avalanche of dread and agony until death silenced them both. Her head continued to move, her eye to search, thoughts bounced, fragmented, scattered like her vision, blurring in and out. :: :: Suddenly her head stopped moving as her thoughts congealed. For a moment her vision was stunningly clear. Near her was a lab coat, poking out from under some debris, so far away but still, a lab coat. :: :: She reached out with her good arm, pulling herself towards it, pushing with her one leg, fighting the waves of pain that threatened to drown her in a sea of tranquil night. She heard whimpers, mindless moans of pain, some part of her aware that they came from her, not caring, just reaching, pushing, inching closer to her goal. Tears poured from her one eye, the one not glued shut, vision blurring in and out, darkness threatening to engulf her again, like some creature of the deep, swimming closer, there but just out of reach, hungry, relentless. :: :: Visions of her mother, the academy, father, siblings, space, home, friends all danced through her thoughts, distracting, elusive, like mirages, confusing her, the coat, she had to reach the coat, why, why was it so important. She kept moving, pushing, reaching, why, nothing made sense, all she wanted to do was sleep, to drift off, to escape the pain. :: :: Her fingers finally touched it, so far, she had come so far, mere feet, endless feet, why, why did she need it, the pain kept washing over her, her vision fading in and out and always there just out of reach prowled death, insatiable, hungry, patient. :: :: She squirmed a little closer, her fingers grasping, grabbing, holding as she pulled, strained, it weighed tons, fought her, immobile, resolute, then it suddenly moved, stunning her as she hit herself, gasping at the sudden pain even as she pulled it free, dragged it over her, onto her. She rolled onto her side, the effort bringing more tears to her eyes, sweat pouring down her face and another scream from her ravaged throat. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She sobbed uncontrollably as she struggled to wrap her arm, her efforts causing her wound to soak the white garment in moments even as she pulled it tighter, another scream exploding out of her even as the waves of darkness leapt back, scattered by the pain. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She secured the makeshift bandage, then wrapped the excess around her arm, her eye fluttering, the lid so very heavy as she slipped into the darkness, drifting off, lost in the dark. :: ((Nearby)) :: The two men searched through the debris, carefully shining their halogen lights into the dark and smoke fogged areas that they could not safely reach themselves. :: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Savil: There it is again. Plito: Ok. That time I heard it. Savil: I think it came from that corridor over there. :: As he said it he pointed to where one wall was buckled in so badly that it almost completely blocked the corridor he was pointing at. :: Plito: Team 3 should have checked that corridor out from the other side. :: As he said it he shone his light over the damage. :: Savil: Could the corridor be blocked from the other side as well? Plito: Maybe. :: He replied as he climbed up some debris to get closer to the damage. :: But it looks pretty clear once you get about 20 feet further down. Savil: I will radio team 3 and let them know. Plito: No. We are a lot closer, besides I think we can crawl through here if we are careful. Savil: :: He felt his left eye brow rise as he looked at the narrow gap that was still clear. :: I think it may be a good thing that we missed lunch. Plito: :: When he heard what his friend had said he could not help turning and looking back even as he replied. :: And you keep trying to tell me that Vulcans do not have a sense of humor. Savil: A simple statement of fact is not a humorous joke. Plito: If you say so. :: He replied as he lay on his side and started to crawl, pull and push himself through the thin gap. :: :: Savil watched for a few moments and when it was obvious that his friend was going to make it through he carefully climbed up the debris piled around the thin gap before he started to climb through as well. :: :: It took the two of them 3 or 4 minutes to do so safely, the two walls so close together in spots that it touched their chests and backs at the same time and they had to turn their heads sideways. Still they made it although there were a couple close calls, especially when Asno’s pants got caught on something and he had to rip them free in order to keep moving. :: :: Once on the other side they both looked around. :: Plito: Any suggestions? Savil: The only thing I can suggest would be to try the planetary science labs. :: As he said it he indicated the partly damaged door to their right that was partially buried under debris and rubble. :: Plito: :: He moved closer to the door, examining it with his light. :: We might be able to force it, at least enough so that we could get in and search it. Savil: I believe you may be right. :: He replied as he moved up beside Asno and the two of them grabbed hold and pushed or pulled depending on their position. :: :: They both strained, sweat running down Asno’s face but slowly, bit by bit they were able to move the door, not a lot, but enough so that they could slid past it and enter the room. :: Plito: This place sure took a beating. :: He stated as they moved carefully through the mess, everything seemed to be damaged, moved or thrown about. :: Savil: Over here. :: He called to his friend as he moved towards the young woman lying in a pool of blood. :: Plito: :: Asno moved swiftly and banged his knee on a piece of projecting metal. :: Ooww. Savil: Are you OK? Plito: Yeah. :: He replied as he knelt beside the young woman and started to assess her injuries. :: That’s a bad break. :: He said indicating the woman’s arm. :: Looks like she straightened it herself. Savil: Is her condition as bad as it looks? Plito: Worse. If we had not found her she would have bleed out in less than an hour. As it is it will probably be touch and go. Savil: If you do not need me I will go and get a stretcher team. Plito: I should be ok. :: He replied as his friend got up and carefully made his way to the door. As for him he did what he did best, do the impossible and save a life in crappy conditions with only an emergency medical kit. :: ************************************ PNPC – Ensign Torali Azivalora Poracin Elzizabath Science Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 And PNPC – Ensign Asno Plito Paramedic/Emergency Combat Medic USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 As simmed by Cmdr. Tal Tel-ar Chief Security & Tactical Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 darylpea[...]@hotmail.com Daryl.Pea[...]@ontario.ca Tal Tel-ar’s Writer’s ID: T237708TT0
  4. 3 points
    (( Arndall )) (( Kematta Foothills - 17 kilometers from the First City. )) (( Time Index: 13 Hours before Blackwell arrives )) ::First Lieutenant Janra Vross peered in the stygian gloom and made no attempt to hide her discomfort. Ever since her mother had punished her as a small girl for misbehaviour by locking her in a tiny cupboard in her bedroom, she had never enjoyed dark and enclosed spaces. Now memories of those traumatic times came flooding back to her as she looked down the scope of her disruptor rifle. She took several deep breaths and tried to focus on the matter at hand.:: Vross: oOBreathe in… breathe out… remember the mission.Oo ::Two hours ago, Vross and her team had been sent from their small outpost deep in the Kematta Foothills to investigate a communications burst on a low frequency wavelength usually reserved for Valcarian military distress calls. There had been no information aside from a set of coordinates and a rush of static- but the message was obvious: some of her compatriots needed assistance. Without another thought, she and her team had boarded their all-terrain vehicle with the intention of rendering whatever help they could. Vross had been expecting to find a squad of troops under fire from Caraadian military units and her fellow team members had been relishing the chance to start their kill count. They had not expected to find the distress call emanating from a cave at the base of a steep cliff face.:: Vross: oOBreathe in… breathe out… the darkness cannot hurt you.Oo ::Swallowing away her anxiety and ignoring the rapid beating of her hearts, she took a step into the cave using one hand to activate the halogen light attached to the front of the rifle just above its firing chamber. In the distance behind her, a bird-of-prey soaring the early morning light let out a piercing shriek having found it's prey. The cavern in front of her was narrow- no more than two meters across and about the same in height- and comprised of fistrium and kelbonite, both mineral that refracted even the most focused of sensor scans but allowed for communications.:: Vross: oOA sensor dead-zone in a dark, cramped cave.Oo ::the realisation almost threatened to overwhelm her and she breathed in more sharply than she intended.:: oOBreathe in… breathe out...Oo Trying her hardest to suppress the wave of fear once again, she took one hand off the rifle and came to a stop. She reached into the flap of her field jacket and retrieved the pocket communicator that was linked to the comm system aboard the all terrain vehicle. Holding down the button on the finger length device, she spoke into the small microphone.:: =/\=Everything clear so far. Cave is about two meters across. Clear to proceed. =/\= ::For a moment, the communications frequency crackled with static before it faded and was replaced with the gruff voice of her superior, Major Ghamra.:: Ghamra: =/\= Affirmative. Proceed with caution.=/\= ::For a moment she wondered why Ghamra sounded so annoyed and then she remembered that he always sounded annoyed. But what he lacked in social graces he made up for in engendering loyalty. He might have be rude at the best of times but he was a fierce soldier who had led troops in battle on dozens of worlds across the Imperial Republic. Quite why he chosen to accept an assignment on Arndall she would never understand, not when he could have his pick of any posting within the army.:: ::It had been Ghamra who had charged Vross with reconnoitring the cave before the rest of the team joined her. She was small- just a hair’s breadth above five feet, light of step and with the agile reflexes of a Tarmarian Lynx. They were attributes that earned her many platitudes during the three years she had been stationed with the small contingent of Valcarian Imperial Troopers assigned to this backwater world, hundreds of light years from the protective cradle of Valcaria. She had successfully infiltrated half a dozen Caraadian military installations without detection and stolen their secrets. There had even been interest from Imperial Intelligence in acquiring her skills, although nothing had come of those enquiries- yet.:: ::She pressed on for several minutes, the silence only broken by her own soft foot falls. She repeatedly flicked her gaze from the scope of the rifle to the small sensor readout below. It was habit more than anything, given that the sensors were not functional surrounded by so many refractory minerals. She became aware about ten minutes into her reconnaissance that the cave was widening at the same time that it was descending. She was going deeper into the planet. She came to a stop when the rifle’s light fell on what was- unmistakably- rubble. Adjusting the light beam to a wider setting, she moved in an arc, taking in as much information as she could. What struck her was the fact that the rubble was splayed outwards from what was left of what had been rockface. When the realisation hit, she felt her anxiety ratchet up several more notches. Taking more deep breaths and trying with all of her might not to let her hands shake, she lifted the communicator to her face and activated the microphone.:: Vross: =/\=I’m seeing signs of blasted rock face. It’s odd… it seems to have been blasted through from inside the rockface.=/\= Ghamra: =/\=Inside?=/\= ::There was no mistaking the concern in his voice; concern that Vross now shared which was also mingling with a foreboding sensation that told her that nothing good could come from such a discovery. She bit down on the thought of asking to return to the all-terrain vehicle and requesting reinforcements. She did not want to betray her feelings to her superiors:: Vross: =/\=Shall I proceed?=/\= oOPlease say no...Oo ::she pleaded to nobody but herself. ::There was an unbearably long pause that seemed to stretch in to an eternity all of its own.:: Ghamra: =/\=Affirmative. But be very careful, Lieutenant.=/\= Vross: =/\=Aye sir.=/\= ::With a shaking hand, she put the communicator pocket into her jacket pocket and brought her rifle to bear once more, moving through the opened hole into the rockface, noting that something had blasted through at least two dozen meters of rock. With each step, a pall of dread fell upon her and intensified. It became harder and harder to maintain her composure; Her chest felt heavy, her hearts raced with adrenaline and her keen senses picked up on every little sound and every echo of her footsteps.:: ::The passage widened once again to at least twenty feet across and dust clung in the air, as did a fading staleness. Knowing the composition of Arndall’s atmosphere she surmised that the passageway had been blasted through about four or five days previously- certainly no sooner than that. But nothing suggested who was responsible as she descended deeper into planet’s crust.:: ::Minutes bled into each other until Vross realised that she had been exploring this tunnel for almost half of an Arndall hour. By now she was keenly aware that the tunnel was not a natural occuring formation as it had been at the entrance. The rock was too smooth for that. This was man-made. Fighting against the mounting dread, she tried to rationalise that the Caraadians had established a mine here at some point in the past, or perhaps her ancestors had done when they had dominated the planet two centuries before. But no matter how much she told herself that she could not bring herself to believe it.:: Vross: oOYou are being paranoid.Oo ::she chastised herself, but found herself unable to stop herself from adding- oOProbably for a good reason.Oo ::She came to a stop again when realised that she had heard something else besides her steps and the racing of her blood that thundered in her ears. It had been faint, indistinct- but enough to attract her attention. She strained to hear in the darkness.:: ::Then she heard it again- a shrill chattering of sorts. Not words, but of noise. It stirred up odd memories of her childhood. Of folk tales told to children on Valcaria that she had not thought about she since began maturity. Of intelligent creatures- something akin to insects- that came in the night and stole the souls of naughty children. She shuddered, remembering how terrified of those stories she had been. Yes, what she had heard reminded her of stories of the ‘soul stealers’ from Valcaria’s ancient past. It was distant, but something told her that it would not stay that way:: Vross: Hello? ::she said softly, not expecting a response. Her words echoed quietly off of the rock before vanishing into nothing.:: Is anyone there? ::She started forward slowly, keeping her rifle pointed ahead in the hope that the beam of light caught something. She reached into her pocket once again to retrieve her communicator but her nerves caused her to fumble and it dropped to the floor. Letting loose with a quiet string of vulgarities she stooped down to retrieve the device. Scooping it up into her hand, she pointed the rifle ahead- where she saw something standing in front of her.:: ::Vaguely insectile, the creature looked down at her, standing over her by at least two meters with four emerald green eyes and two further eyes above them. Clad in what looked ancient and dull gray armour, she saw something carved into the creature’s helmet- which rose into prongs above it’s head- rows of triangles interlaced on each side of three evenly space ovals. Above the bottom and top ovals were three more triangles that bled into one another. It was elaborately detailed, ceremonial even.:: ::Vross looked down. In one hand or claw- she was not sure what it was- it held the severed head of a Valcarian, the lifeless, glassy eyes staring out into nothing.:: ::Vross screamed at the sight before oblivion called to her as the creature destroyed her form in a flurry of vicious strikes.:: -- 1st Lieutenant Janra Vross Valcarian Military as simmed by: Commander Theo Whittaker Commanding Officer USS Blackwell NCC-58999 Andaris Task Force C239203TW0
  5. 2 points
    Professional history is generally an ongoing record of your postings following graduation from the Academy. However, you can fill it with information (such as courses like you mentioned) pertaining to your characters time in the workforce, or perhaps they obtained a degree prior to Starfleet Academy.
  6. 2 points
    Sotak took her bag containing her few belongings as the voice from the shuttle's speakers spoke in Federation Standard to warn all passengers that they had reached their destination - Starbase 118. Just a few days ago she had graduated from the Academy and was sent to this starbase before actually getting an assignment to a star ship, as was every cadet's wish. Sotak had parted ways with the few beings with whom she had managed to create an interesting relationship. She did not regret this - change was necessary for every being in the universe, and she was not the exception. She went to register with the administration so that she would have her quarters assigned, which she would share with another cadet for the time they stayed at the Starbase. Once she was given directions, she gave a slight nod to the man behind the desk in form of gratitude, and left toward her new room. Sotak didn't have much to do once she arrived, as she hadn't brought many things with her to unpack, so she decided to take out the one book she had bought before coming to Starbase 118 and continued her reading sitting on the bed she had chosen. Submerged in her reading, Sotak did not notice a human female entering the room. Apparently, neither did the other being, as she simply left her bags on the floor near the entrance to their quarters and proceeded to sit beside them on the floor as she set her head in her hands and began to sob. Sotak was now not so unfamiliar to the way humans expressed their emotions; she had spent four years at the Academy in Terra and had learned quite a bit about human behaviour. However, whenever she had seen this specific display of emotion, she had to suppress the slight panic that rose from her side. She decided she could only ignore the girl for so long, and doing nothing would be seen as rude or as an act of intruding in the human's privacy. She closed her book and set it beside her. She did not know the proper way to approach this, so she asked what she thought was best to make the girl open up about the problem and try to deal with it logically instead of submerging in her own despair. "Why do you cry?" The girl jumped notoriously and raised her head to meet Sotak's eyes. She seemed surprised but not offended. She tried a small smile and replied: "It's nothing. Sorry to disturb you, I... I-I know I..." Sotak waited for her to finish the sentence, but when she never did, she continued to push her. "It's clearly not 'nothing', or the symptoms you are displaying would not be present." The girl met her eyes again. "What are you, a doctor?" "That is not my area of expertise, no. However, I do believe your current state could be fixed by talking about what is troubling you. If you wish to discuss it with someone, I am currently unoccupied and willing to listen, and therefore the most logical choice for you." The girl's smile disappeared when she finally said, "My mum called me as we left the shuttle. She was never very happy with my decision to join Starfleet because she feared something awful would happen to me in space, as stupid as that sounds coming from someone living in this century. So when I graduated and came here, with my first assignment coming nearer, she completely lost it. She... you know what? It doesn't matter. I... I'd rather have it this way. At least she will no longer yell at me whenever I talk to her." Sotak instantly assumed what had happened even if the girl was unwilling to share the full details. "I'm sorry." The other girl wiped her nose and let a laugh loose. "I didn't realise Vulcans could feel grief or regret." Slightly smiling (in a way that was imperceptible to most beings), Sotak replied with, "Just because we don't let those emotions cloud our judgement it doesn't mean we are heartless. Humans simply like to pretend that we are because it is part of an easier view of reality." "Maybe." The girl sat in her spot for a few more seconds staring at the opposite wall of the room until she suddenly turned to Sotak, who had in turn been staring at the other female in a curious manner as she studied her reactions. "Anyway, we didn't really get a formal introduction, did we? My name is Praria." She looked expectantly at Sotak for a long time, until she realised the implied meaning of her words had not reached the Vulcan. "And... yours is...?" "Sotak," the Vulcan said shortly. "That's a... nice name." "It serves its purpose, if that's what you mean." Praria looked uncertain of how to continue for a while, but suddenly she stood from the floor and jumped to Sotak's side on the bed. "I'm sorry, but I haven't met many Vulcans before. Klingons? Sure, they're good company. Tellarites? Nice. But the few Vulcans I've met all have the same haircut and I was wondering why that is," she finished in a fast manner with a timid smile. Sotak resisted the urge of imitating the human expression of the eye-roll. She was not annoyed particularly, but a Vulcan's hair had been a famous topic of discussion in the Academy as well, and the human obsession with this certain fashion was beyond her.
  7. 1 point
    @Anath G'Renn I especially loved the part where you put Jarred back together ((Navatria, Valcarian Capital, Arndall)) Thoran: I don’t much like the idea of heading to a Valcarian facility. Doctor, do you think he’ll survive long enough for a shuttle to arrive? G’Renn: He’s not going to drop dead right this second, but the longer we sit here debating what to do the closer we get to that point. Thoran: Okay, i’d like you to do what you can for the moment. Ensign Ferentis, see if you can raise Ensign Mandak for an emergency evacuation. Ferentis: Aye, sir. ::While Ferentis worked on arranging a shuttle for them, Anath and Thoran took on the far more challenging task of convincing a Valcarian to trust outsiders.:: Thoran: Your colleague, ::he pointed towards the Valcarian G’Renn had been treating:: our Doctor states he needs surgery to survive. We don’t have the capability here so we’re going to take him back to our ship. It’s a medical vessel. Valcarian Driver: I cannot allow that. I will need authorisation from command. G’Renn: oO Can we all just cut out the mistrust, paranoia, and delays for ten minutes so we can keep that man from bleeding out? Oo ::Nothing about the situation was helping her frustration. The attitude of the Valcarian was not helpful. The fact that by the letter of their orders they weren’t even supposed to be helping them because of their military uniforms went against Anath’s very nature. Everybody’s anger and mistrust were getting to her and she felt like the lives of two beings were not worth any amount of xenophobia and pride.:: Valcarian Driver: I cannot raise them. Something is interfering with the signal. My colleague is not going anywhere with you. ::One moment, everything seemed to be in the right place from her perspective. Then the ground of Arndall began to quake and Anath found herself viewing the entire world as if it were tilted on its side. She had been thrown off her feet, and it seemed as if her teammates and the Valcarians had been similarly thrown about by the tremors as she got back to her feet.:: Ferentis: What... G’Renn: Ensign, Commander? Are you two alright? Thoran: I’ll be fine. ::The ground began to shake again, startling her. The sounds of screams, weapons fire, and the very world being torn apart all rung through the area and assaulted her sensitive ears. For a moment she instinctively covered her ears and tried to block out the horrifying noises. However, she was needed more than ever. After a moment to regain her bearings she looked around for the source of the sounds.:: Ferentis: The Valcarians must be attacking in full. Thoran: Doctor, the third Valcarian may need some assistance ::he gestured towards the figure that lay on the floor.:: Mr Ferentis, any word on that shuttle? G’Renn: Right away! ::Anath approached the Valcarian with the burns, offering a hand to get them back to a sitting position before pulling them onto their feet. They were probably in a lot of pain, but could walk. The man who had been impaled in the vehicle would need a lot more help.:: G’Renn: Our patients should be ready for transport in the shuttle, ::shooting an angry sideways glance at the driver:: assuming we take them with us. Ferentis: ? Thoran: Good work. Both of you. Now we’ll have to sit tight and hope Ensign Mandak doesn’t take too long. ((Timeskip: Several minutes later)) ::In the grand scheme of things, the shuttle didn’t take too long to arrive. It was only a few minutes at most. Unfortunately, time was a relative thing. When she was curled up on one of the loungers in her living room reading a good book a few minutes wasn’t all that long. In the middle of an active warzone each second dragged on forever, heavy with the threat of sudden death from some stray fire from the battle or a miscalculated artillery strike. The familiar sound of a Federation shuttlecraft’s engines immediately drew her attention to the sky.:: Thoran: Cavalry’s here. Let’s move out. Mandak: =/\= Mandak to Ferentis, Ready when you are! =/\= Ferentis: ? ::Finally things were looking up. Looking up until they tried to gather their patients, that is. That’s when the Valcarian driver decided to step in their path and try to stop them.:: Valcarian Driver: I said my..people..stay.. ::he thrust a pointed finger towards the floor.:: here. Thoran: Your people are seriously injured and need medical attention. At the very least, allow us to take you and your colleagues to a Valcarian facility. ::What happened next happened so quickly Anath barely registered what all occurred. Commander Thoran tried to pass by the Valcarian, there was some movement from the driver, and then their security chief sent him to the ground. This was not going well.:: Thoran: You can come with us or you can stay here. Your colleagues will die if they don’t get medical attention very very soon. Valcarian Driver: I shall stay here. And I assure you, I shall be making a full report. ::With that, they collected the two injured Valcarians very carefully and carried them over to where the shuttle had landed a short distance away. Anath helped Ferentis carry the soldier from the backseat of the crash.:: Thoran: Doctor, hopefully you should have everything here to stabilise them long enough for us to reach the Blackwell. Mr Ferentis, see if you can get a lock on the supplies and transport them aboard. G’Renn: They should be able to make it. We definitely shouldn’t wait around any longer than we have to. Ferentis: ? ::Anath helped the two into the shuttle and tried to make them as comfortable as she could. The shuttles weren’t exactly as spacious as an ambulance runabout but there was more than enough room for two patients. Once they were secure she made her way to the front of the shuttle.:: Thoran: Good to see you Ensign. Mandak: To the Blackwell then? Do they know we're coming? Thoran: I’d like you to do a fly over of the city, see if there is a hospital or something. If not, then yes, the Blackwell. Mandak: Anyone else coming? ::Anath wanted to go back and talk, or yell, some sense into the driver. He was being stubborn and letting his pride get in the way of any common sense. Unfortunately that wasn’t the kind of problem that a few Klingon insults could fix. Besides, she had absolutely no authority when it came to “you’re being too stubborn.”:: Thoran: Just us i’m afraid. Mandak: ? ::She found a seat just as the shuttle took off and began to climb into the sky above the city. Anath closed her eyes and tried to banish all the aggressive and unhappy thoughts from her brain. Then all the noises of the shuttle stopped. When she opened her eyes and noticed that the power was off and the shuttle was dark. Even worse, it was beginning to enter a nosedive towards the surface. As she felt the change in acceleration she had only one thought.:: G’Renn: oO So many ways to die in the line of duty, please not like this… Oo Thoran: Report. G’Renn: I think something may have disrupted our power. oO Or someone’s been seriously neglecting this shuttle’s maintenance schedule OO Ferentis/Mandak: ? ::The impact was quick, and sent her flying out of her seat and into the wall of the shuttlecraft with considerable force. She felt metal dragging across her forehead and could immediately tell that it had broken the skin. She knew even before she could feel the green blood pouring down her forehead. Luckily it felt like a light cut. She wasted no time flipping open her medkit, removing a bandage, and adhering it over the site of impact. There would be time to deal with it later once she was sure her friends were unhurt.:: G’Renn: Is anyone seriously injured? Ferentis/Mandak: ? Thoran: ? ::Anath approached the [...]pit and looked down at Thoran’s chest. She couldn’t see very well, but it seemed that something had been lodged in his stomach, and the area immediately around the object was darker than the rest of his uniform.:: G’Renn: Commander, try not to move too much. I’ll do what I can for you, but I need some more light. Either of you have a lamp? Ferentis/Mandak: ? ::After switching on the emergency light source and setting it on the console above them, Anath opened Commander Thoran’s uniform outer jacket and looked closer at the wound. A piece of metal shrapnel was the culprit. She would need to act quickly to get it removed before it caused any more serious bleeding. Anath removed a set of gloves from her medkit as well as her field surgery kit. She broke the sterile seal on the kit and removed a few tools that she would need to remove the shrapnel, as well as loading a hypospray with a light painkiller.:: G’Renn: Deep breaths, Mr. Thoran. This is going to pinch just a bit. ::That was of course a bit of an understatement. Even with a painkiller now moving through his system he would probably still feel it. If she had her way she’d sedate him before removing the object. Unfortunately time was not on their side, and after your shuttle was just possibly shot down was not the time to sedate your security officer. She waited for a few moments after injecting the painkiller before swiftly removing the piece of console and setting it aside.:: Thoran: ? G’Renn: Okay, so maybe a little more than a bit. Just hold still while I close up the wound and the painkiller does its job. ::Charging up the dermal regenerator as she spoke:: Deep breathes, few words. ::For such a small piece of metal, the piece of debris had certainly done quite a bit of damage to the commander. Much like the similarly small and sharp arrowhead that had struck him in the knee during their holodeck exercise. Anath spent about a minute with an autosuture and a dermal regenerator sealing the wound before applying a bandage and backing up to give Thoran some room to breathe. Not a moment after she stood up, she heard what could only be described as an angry shriek from somewhere outside the shuttle. She couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t sound like a normal humanoid race. It sounded insectoid, and made her skin crawl.:: Mandak/Ferentis/Thoran: ? Lieutenant Anath G'Renn Chief Medical Officer, USS Blackwell - Andaris Task Force A239402AG0
  8. 1 point
    Huge appreciation to the members who joined in donating in the past few weeks to help us reach our 2018 fundraising goal: Quinn Reynolds, Alex Blair, Mei’konda, Rune Jolara, Thayon Jann, Randal Shayne, and Ferier Lanta! Thanks to their help, we’re able to fully fund our website, domain names, and software licenses through April 2019. Our community has always been incredibly generous in ensuring that we have the resources necessary to maintain our extensive wiki, website, and active forums – we’re so grateful for all their support. If you can join these and our other donors in jump-starting our 2019 fundraising, click here to contribute. It only takes a few minutes and we never see your credit card information. The post With a donor avalanche, we crushed our 2018 fundraising goal! appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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    Hey all, im new and have been approved for training. I have a (in my opinion a good) character and background idea for a sentient/self-aware hologram. However i was wondering if anyone else was playing one or has played as one. If so i would love to hear any advice, pointers, and story's about said characters. Id also like to take the moment and say i look forward to the adventures and getting to know this group of explorers :-)
  10. 1 point
    The staff of UFOP: StarBase 118 would like to take a moment and recognize the following officer on his recent promotions! Please be sure to say congratulations if you see him around the forums! ANDARIS TASK FORCE Jarred Thoran to Lieutenant Commander The post Promotions for February appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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    Every month, the Academy staff works to compile the statistics about our recruiting and training for the fleet’s informational purposes. Let’s take a look at how we did as a fleet in February This first graph depicts the number of applications that we have received each month this year. After our huge number of recruits in January, we put a pause on our campaigns to give our training team a little break, and opportunity to work through the backlog: The following chart shows how our new members found us, according to their application: This final graph shows how many people graduated from the Academy during the month of February. As a fleet, we had nine Academy graduates in February. This number includes eight graduates who applied in January. Three of our four new applicants started their training in February but their training did not conclude until the beginning of March. These new recruits are the lifeblood of our community. Without them, it becomes difficult to keep our ships fully crewed and even more difficult to grow the fleet. If you’d like to help us recruit more members and grow our fleet, you can join the Publicity Team using this form. The post Applications and Academy Graduates for February 2018 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  12. 1 point
    Each month we interview a First Officer or Commanding Officer of the fleet as part of our “First Officer in Focus” and “Captain’s Corner” columns to get to know them better, and learn more about what their positions entail. This month, we’re interviewing the First Officer of Starbase 118 Ops, Lieutenant Commander Taelon, an El-Aurian male. Let’s get started! TRAENOR: Tell us a little about the writer behind Taelon. Where do you hail from, and what are you up to when you’re not simming? TAELON: I’m a 30-something web designer for the northwestern USA. My hobbies outside of simming are programming, digital art (and photoshopping) and other escapist hobbies. El-Aurians are not a common species seen around the fleet. What is it about these long-lived people that made you want to try your hand at playing as one? The El-Aurians are a race that has a very vague but traumatic backstory – with their planet and most of their species taken by the Borg, I thought it’d be interesting to try my hand at a ‘young’ El-Aurian, one who was born after the loss of the homeworld and the loss of the majority of their population. The canonical vagueness about their culture also left things about various ethnic groups open for invention, which has been a lot of fun. What ships have you served on and what duty posts have you played so far in your Starfleet career? Just Ops (and the Connie through my secondary character). I’ve primarily served as a science officer, which I’ve found is quite a free position. Tell us more about your writing style. What’s your process for putting together a sim? Honestly, it’s pretty simple – I do my best to read over all the other sims relating to my scene (provided my inbox filters don’t fail me!) and then have Taelon react to circumstances in character. Are there elements of real life that you especially enjoy incorporating into your simming? I don’t know if I’d say I enjoy it, as such, but my character and I share a major anxiety disorder – and it’s been interesting showing my own experiences through the very different lens of a spacefaring alien while still trying to keep his experiences his own. What has been the greatest challenge, in character and out of character, with the command experience? I have a fair amount of OOC experience at RP admin/GMing, but in character…let’s just say there’s reason the IC promotion hasn’t happened yet! OOC it’s been fine and fun, but Taelon doesn’t have a very huge sense of self-worth, so he needs a bit of work before the promotion will make sense. Looking back on your experience so far, what would be one piece of advice you’d give to anyone who’s just joined? Join the Science department! I’m not entirely kidding – there’s often the assumption that Starfleet scientists must be devoted to ‘dull’ sciences like weather patterns or geology (which aren’t dull, dangit!), but in reality, science can be anything. Want to play a forensic ballistics expert? Science! A cybernetics mad scientist? Science! A designer of huge [...] bombs? Also science! Thanks so much for your time! You can read more about LtCmdr Taelon on the wiki. The post First Officers in Focus – Taelon, Starbase 118 Ops appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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    That's perfect, thank you! There is just too much to choose from, it's overwhelming.
  14. 1 point
    Most rosters in the StarBase 118 fleet are filled with members of well-known and allied species – humans, Vulcans, Betazoids, Klingons, Trills. But what about the lesser-known species, and the writers who create characters from those races? In this series, we explore fleet officers from unusual species and the writers behind them. From Starbase 118 Ops, Ensign Dehnir, an Orion female serving as a medical officer. SHAYNE: Tell us a little bit about yourself- where in the world do you hail from? DEHNIR: My name is Richard and at present I live in Germany. Tell us a little bit about why you chose to play an Orion female- an intriguing choice by any means. I wanted a character that would challenge me, to push me outside of my comfort zone. I didn’t want one of the primary species so I stayed away from Klingons, Vulcans etc. After trawling through the ILI and narrowing down the species I wanted, I finally settled on an Orion. Something about their checkered history along with the recent demise of the Orion Syndicate and the potential there drew me in. Dehnir is your second character- your primary, Jarred Thoran, is a male human security officer. What are some of the differences you notice when writing for them (process, approach, etc.)? Jarred is essentially for the most part me. When simming for him, I put myself in his shoes and ask what would I do. Dehnir started off in a similar vein; however after only a couple of sims, she started to develop her own personality. She has become a softer, gentler character who doesn’t always think before speaking. Because she is wildly different from what I’m used to writing, I’ve found that I really have to put myself inside her head, to get in the zone as it were. Are there challenges to playing an Orion in particular? Advantages? Unique opportunities? Although a familiar species, there is not much known about Orion society, other than the darker side we have seen on screen, specifically the Orion Syndicate. How much influence did they hold, what impact does their destruction have on the homeworld, what was life like for an ordinary Orion, these are all things that are open and could potentially create some excellent simming opportunities. There is also the issue with Orion females and their pheromones, along with them once being a highly advanced civilisation, which are things I’d like to explore in the future. Though you’ve only been playing her for a relatively short time, do you have any advice you’d like to offer to others who may be interested in writing for an Orion? Let your imagination run wild, but make sure you do your homework. Watch episodes they appear in to see how they behave and act, read the information both on our wiki and Memory Alpha. Thank you for your time! You can read more about Ens Dehnir on the wiki. The post Strange Species: Dehnir, An Orion appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  15. 1 point
    While I don't play a sentient hologram, I do have a character which is self aware and has the same level of independence of the Doctor (VOY). She commands and controls my PC's NPC ship that occasionally turns up in a mission. EVE plays the dual role of avatar and sound horn of the ship's status, current sensor data etc. I get around the restrictions of playing such a character by actually imposing my own restrictions to ensure that EVE doesn't become some kind of super being. For example during a ground battle, she could project herself and engage the enemy without risk, using the sensors and systems to 'jump' from one opponent to the other. I got around this obvious advantage by binding her to the ship due to damages the vessel suffered previously. A few other examples are that the ship wouldn't be able to function fully without her, so she can't abandon it during tricky maneuvers and in one case her ethical subroutine jumped in and she chose to ignore a direct order to save two lives in favor of holding the Thunder in orbit and saving all aboard and that regardless of the order coming from her creator. In all I like exploring her character. I like the way she feels a duty to Jaxon who programmed her and tweaked, modified and encouraged her to develop, but also the fact she can chose to act on her own and without his consent. Of course there is also the engineering and technical side which is fun to explore as well as little curiosities; As she is intertwined into the Raven, she can be in multiple places at once while aboard, though doesn't like to do so. Of course this is only a small insight into a character who I have given a rather complex personality as it is really fun to sim her view of the world. MFG
  16. 1 point
    I do see your points. Very well explained and I see what you mean by they would be almost a "Q" like character and how it damper the experience of the SIM. However what about the complexity of the holograms programming? (Btw this more a discussion of pure interest now on my part. I've already come up with different character idea :-) ) I could see how a holograms programming would be the equivalent to a flesh and blood characters childhood. In everyone's childhood we pick up traits from the people of influence in our lives good or bad. As we grow older we come in contact with other people that either have the same traits or different traits. During this time we without even really thinking about it we evaluate the traits and what ones would serve us better in the long run. For an example of this look at season two of voyager were the doctor falls in love with his patient. Or when the doctor programs himself with the flu and Kes increased the time of the of the flu without him knowing. Both times his program became more sensitive to the needs of his shipmates. This gives us the basic blueprint of our future personality. The only difference between a flesh and blood person and a hologram (at least to me that is) is that a hologram could produce a physically record if need be about how its program came to a particular conclusion about the subject in question. I also feel that i should show some light on William Nydale. He was programmed by two respected holonovelists that couldn't have children. His basic programming was a blend of both of his "parents" philological profiles as well as a blend of there medical records for what a child between the two of them would look like. This blend of characteristics where randomly chosen by the holographic computer core. They also integrated a network of learning algorithms into his program. William grew into his self awareness much like children grow to become their own person. The only major thing they added to his program was a desire to find his purpose and that is a goal of everyone in the galaxy. Also his parents put into place a network of algorithms that prevent William from either adding or deleting data files except via his learning algorithms. Like i said this is purely for interest only at this point. I've come up with a different character to use. Its just intrusting to hear your thoughts.
  17. 1 point
    a hologram when synced to the computer on the ship is almost like a Q. never gets ill like data, and as you had in the intro of your character can regulate any emotions if they want to have emotions... This means in a sim...It will always go "your" way with all the desires you have the writer. This seems well and good, right? But no one relates to you nobody wants to "hang" and get drunk on synthahol with you because you can't, the hologram has no clue about such things... remember the terminator two and three. those metallic morphing machines.. well that is also the idea with a hologram morphing machine. never gets hurt. never suffers.. and as I found I quickly ran out of fun things to do when the hologram was impervious to faults and mishaps. even thought Piqui, the hologram, was part of the holo-revolution for freedom of all sentient life forms based on the Data sentience trial he had no problems and the revolution was like throwing a switch just that one minute mining in caves then the next out in galaxy without a clue where to go or what to do, or how to relate to anyone.. there is no way to know how an actual hologram will behave but it has all been programed and so there is almost no guess work involved...the Piqui as a hologram would not be hurt by a spear for all intents and purposes each finger could be a kind of weapon or phaser. I developed piqui as a Lt. Cmdr. xoet twelve's lab experiment at a certain point i had to go on leave from the sb and my character was left in deep science research coming back the story became the developed hologram Piqui but the avenues of play were to much to contain and in four or so months I ended up taking a year off from the starbase... to develop the story of a conversion from hologram to human*... by xoet 12. the hologram was a dead end character not lasting more then three to six months.. the holographic Borg units from futures outside the galaxy are becoming a pivotal rival to the future of some of the federations' time lines. with the xoet technique for humanization of these units things are changing. fast. /// *there is more on this outside the galaxy .. not sure if this helps but the hologram was a sentient pet of xoet who developed into my main character ...