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  1. The Vulcan mind and fashion hard at work. lol. Loved this! @Sival
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  2. Okay, @Arys had a great one-liner about our First Officer. Thought I would share. oO Was… that a joke?… This Vulcan is defective. Oo
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  3. I already adore @TLea ———————— Trovek: … well I like a dark blue. Like, really dark. What’s yours? T’Lea: Black. Blunt and honest. Whatever the counselor wanted to read into her answer was, as far as T’Lea was concerned, strictly nonsense. Liking a certain color didn’t quantify or categorize a person’s mental health. Black was easy and didn’t require much thought. And it was dark and scary and made T’Lea feel good. Okay maybe there was something to it, but that’s not why she had asked.
    4 points
  4. Only if they promise not to call my boat a 'bathtub toy' ever again. ::Grumbles.::
    4 points
  5. ESPECIALLY that last part... We're in for something...:D
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  6. We all better be on the look out for our new Counselor. She out "tactical-ed" the grumpy Tactical officer. @Arys @Vitor S. Silveira
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  7. Good character torture here. Wow. Well done! @John Kendrick
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  8. Smug, our new Counselor @Arys edit: Changed the word for a synonym since the original was censored 😁
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  9. I think that's the nicest thing anybody has ever said about T'Lea. Thank you.
    3 points
  10. There was a plan at the start of our "Fissure" Veritas mission to have Kinan Venroe, written by @Blake, Tristam Core, as the love interest for Wil Ukinix. At the end of the mission, they finally got to spend some time together. The sentiment of this sim is beautiful and heart warming. ((Officer's Mess)) Kinan: What are we doing, Wil? Soon, Veritas would go in for a refit. It may be up to Kinan where Lt Commander Ukinix ended up next. That was Kinan's job: personnel officer. When resources were assigned to the Shoals, she forwarded them to where they needed them. She had two ships worth of people she had to arrange, and she wasn't sure whether Veritas' current crew would be part of that list. Ukinix: Um- ::pondering, before gesturing to bottle:: We’re drinking wine? I’m clearly flirting with you- Kinan: Work gets in the way of these things. You are amazing. you are talented, you're sweet, funny and just... you. ::she sighs:: I usually need to be five steps ahead of... everything. I guess I need... a name for what this is. Ukinix: ::more pondering, slight blush:: - it’s an impromptu date. I was looking forward to catching up with you and then, you know, that whole mine collapse thing happened. I mean, I dunno, are you ::squinting eyes slightly:: okay with that? She twirls her glass a little, referring to her symbiont. Kinan:: :with a smile:: Venroe's lived three half-lifetimes, including my own. You'd think with all that language, I'd be able to define things on my own. ::pause:: Venroe hasn't met someone like you before, though. I think that's special. Once again, Wil chuckled quietly. Ukinix: Flattery will get you everywhere. Both of you. ::Slight squint:: Wait, what’d I just say? He leaned forward, pouring more wine into her glass. She responded with a coy smile. Kinan: Nothing I haven't asked myself. Ukinix: I’m not good at expressing myself sometimes, I’ll be honest and say that I get tied up in knots when I get interested in someone, and even more so when they are interested in me. That’s my way of saying I like you. Kinan's eyes sparkle. Kinan: That's a good way. Ukinix: I know nothing is certain in Starfleet. Veritas is going to need a refit, who knows where I’m going to end up, maybe out of The Shoals. You know that better than I do. Wil held out his hand to Kinan... and she takes it. Ukinix: I just witnessed 20-odd miners and two of my fellow crewmates being rescued out of a kilometres deep mine. 5 people down there didn’t make it. ::Chewing bottom lip for a moment:: We shouldn’t let Starfleet get in the way of living our life. ::Slight smile:: Or lives in your case. oO I don't want to say no. Oo Venroe's experience lived in the background. It was a long life, with experiences of love, curiosity, tradegy, and a little more. The point was to continue experiencing, with all the complications life brought. It wasn't that Kinan had been hiding from that -- not really. But she had expected life to repeat itself. Seated across from her was an anomaly of a man, unlike whoever she'd met before. That was special. With her other hand, Kinan brings her glass up and taps it against his. Kinan: To living life, with pleasant company. And to many more dates in future. END. LtCmdr Kinan Venroe Personnel Officer Cait Spacedock C238803SB0
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  11. Setup. Punchline. Bonus. This comedy trio should reunite more often.
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  13. The winner of the Quote of the Month for August is none other than our extremely talented XO Jo Marshall! The winning quote was: Namura: All work and no play make a Starfleet crew nine percent more likely to turn to cannibalism in the event we end up adrift in space with no means of effective communication. Which of course, even a first year Cadet knows. The moment the comms go down, it becomes a free-for-all aboard every Starfleet ship, and everyone gets automatic pardons. It's like the Prime Rib Directive or something like that.
    3 points
  14. 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.
    2 points
  15. 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.
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  16. Commodore is an exclusive rank and title that captains and fleet captains can earn in our game once they have served as commanding officer of a vessel for five years (whether continuously during one tenure or cumulatively over multiple commands). Having completed their own “five-year mission” aboard their ships, these COs are recognized by our community as among our finest leaders in the fleet. The Executive Council is pleased to announce the promotion of Fleet Captain Kali Nicholotti to the rank and title of Commodore! Commodore Kali Nicholotti first took command of StarBase 118 Ops on February 4, 2012, and the Ops crew then moved to USS Excalibur-A on August 4, 2013, where Nicholotti remained in command until May 6, 2015 (for a time, writing as Cascadia Rainier). She next took command of USS Apollo-A on July 13, 2015, serving as CO until February 16, 2016. She began her third and current command tenure on July 16, 2020, with the relaunch of USS Resolution. Commodore Nicholotti has been decorated with the following staff awards: Kathryn Janeway Award, 2016 Sarek Star, 2015 Shuvalis Diamond of Recognition, 2012 In addition to her duties as a commanding officer, Marissa, the player behind Nicholotti, has contributed much to StarBase 118’s wider community, serving as the facilitator of the Image Collective for many years, where she introduced ship logos and flags as part of our ship iconography. Through the Publicity Team, she worked tirelessly to ensure our website remained at the top of search engine rankings. She now facilitates the Social Media Team and has previously facilitated the News Team and served as the Captains Council Magistrate and the organization’s first Fleet Taskforce Coordinator. You can learn more about Marissa in the following interview: In the Spotlight: Kali Nicholotti (2015) And check out her wiki profile where you can learn more about her character and service history. Please join us in congratulating Commodore Kali Nicholotti on the forums! The post Kali Nicholotti promoted to Commodore appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=r_cHsuGro3k:-R9BnW7EW54:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/r_cHsuGro3kView the full article
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  17. Archaeology digs are chill places, damn't!
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  18. ANTOR II — A seismic event has triggered the partial collapse of a mine on the Southern Continent of Antor II in The Shoals, with an estimated thirty people still missing. A tremor caused the partial collapse of the Russell River Mine in Antor II’s Rahnor Delta, trapping over a hundred people, including two Starfleet officers. The mine stretches over two kilometres deep and consists of two main “levels” where the miners worked. The emergency has fortuitously coincided with a visit from the Starfleet vessel USS Veritas (NCC-95035) to the planet, allowing Starfleet personnel to assist in the rescue efforts. Seventy-one miners were rescued from Level 1 thanks to the quick response of Antor II’s emergency responders in collaboration with Starfleet officers. The rescue crews constructed a new access tunnel into the mine and recovered Level 1 survivors one by one, led by Commander Kelrod in his position as Starfleet Search and Rescue (SAR) lead and Veritas’ Chief Engineer Wil Ukinix. Their injuries were treated by medical staff, although none were life-threatening. In a race against time, emergency agencies and rescue teams worked around the clock to recover the remaining miners trapped on Level 2. So far, attempts to contact the miners have been futile. However, weak sensor readings revealed activity, providing optimism that about 30 individuals, including a government mine inspector and Starfleet Officers Lieutenant JG Ikaia Wong and Ensign Scotty Reade, were not killed. Governor Tutoatasi, the Federation separatist politician who has previously campaigned for the independence of Antor II, welcomed the Starfleet assistance. “Indeed, it was fortunate that this happened just when the Veritas was around,’“ he stated. “As you know, it’s not exactly every day that we have a Starfleet vessel in our system. So, yes, it’s good timing.” Captain Roshanara Rahman said that the rescue teams were “continuing to search the area for any other survivors, but the depth of the mine and the mineral and soil composition makes it difficult for conventional sensors to penetrate.” Communication with Level 2 has become a top priority for rescue crews. While rescue operations continue, hopes remain high. Written by Wil Ukinix The post Thirty miners and two Starfleet officers trapped in mine appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=_AHyt45YdFQ:u5T6RkEqRQE:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/_AHyt45YdFQView the full article
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  19. “You have been honored; you have been ordained, but you will never find the answers you seek here,” the elder warrior priest told Ar-Ghorvalei. Ar-Ghorvalei knelt on the cold, hard ground. “You mean in the seminary, Master?” An icy wind blew, and Ar-Ghorvalei shivered. “I mean in the world,” the elder replied, his black and white robes rustling in the wind. “Until you resolve the questions in your soul, there is no place for you in all of Efros.” A shiver ran up Ar-Ghorvalei’s spine, unrelated to the unrelenting cold. “But Master, where must I go?” His master’s gaze turned upward, and Ar-Ghorvalei followed it up to the night sky, where the stars seemed to glare balefully down upon him accusatorily. Ar-Ghorvalei shook his head, banishing the memories as he felt the thrumming of the transport docking with Starbase 118. He took one last look at the Starbase 118 map on his PADD and strapped it to his belt. The minute vibrations reminded him once again that his path has taken him into the Endless Sky. Grabbing his duffel from under his seat, Ar-Ghorvalei followed the other cadets off of the transport and onto Starbase 118. Ar-Ghorvalei and the other cadets had been transferred to Starbase 118 to await their cadet cruise assignments. The transport was a few hours early, so there was time to spare. Ar-Ghorvalei knew his long, white hair and facial tattoos made him stand out from many of the other cadets. The sounds and smells of the promenade nearly overwhelmed him when he stepped out of the turbolift. Starfleet Academy had been an experience for the sheltered Efrosian, but at least there was plenty of open air. Here, everything was tightly contained, the starbase temperature was uncomfortably warm, and Ar-Ghorvalei struggled against a feeling of claustrophobia. Some starship officer I’ll be if I get claustrophobic this easily, Ar-Ghorvalei thought to himself. He moved out of the direct path of traffic and took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes to center himself in this strange environment. He closed his eyes and practiced one of the basic meditation techniques he learned in seminary. He pictured the map in his mind and centered himself, imagining his own location on the map. Turning the map in his head, he visualized the layout of the starbase. His breathing slowed, and he felt himself enter a state of calmness as he centered himself in his new environment. Suddenly, someone slammed into him. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you alright?” Agitated, Ar-Ghorvalei opened his eyes. It took a few moments for his eyes to focus. A floral scent, some type of perfume, reached his nostrils first. The face in front of him was not close enough to be distinct, but was human and feminine. Long, reddish-brown hair hung loose. She was about a foot shorter than Ar-Ghorvalei, and dressed in the yellow of an operations cadet. “Yes, just a bit … tired; space lag,” Ar-Ghorvalei said, smiling and shrugging his shoulder. “You were in my Zero-G class, weren’t you?” the woman asked, in a strange, lilting accent. Ar-Ghorvalei shrugged, not wanting to admit to the weakness of his eyes. “There were a lot of students, and I’m not very good with human faces. Have we spoken before?” The woman shook her head, auburn tresses flailing. “It’s hard to talk when you’re careening wildly off the walls or trying not to be spacesick. My name’s Siobahn, by the way, Siobahn O’Leary. I’m an engineering major.” “I am Cadet Ar-Ghorvalei.” “Hungry?” “No, medical,” Ar-Ghorvalei said, confused. Siobahn laughed, and her laughter reminded Ar-Ghorvalei of the songbirds of his homeworld. “No, are you hungry? I’ve heard there are interesting restaurants here, and we’ve got some time to kill before the assignment briefing.” Ar-Ghorvalei gave her another puzzled look. “But why should we kill time? Starfleet’s mission is peaceful.” Ar-Ghorvalei puzzled look turned to one of consideration. “Or is this an Earth philosophical concept?” Siobahn laughed. “In a manner of speaking. It’s an expression. Lunch?” Ar-Ghorvalei smiled. He considered her accent, which he recognized as coming from an island from the continent of Europe on Earth. “There’s a place, Keal’s Pub, approximately 487 meters on the right. Would you care to accompany me?” Siobahn smiled. “Oooh, pub food; you read my mind! Come on!” Ar-Ghorvalei trailed after her. “No, my apologies, but I’m not telepathic. My abilities don’t encompass mind-reading.” The two were seated at a table in the back, where a rather attractive Betazoid waiter took their orders. Siobahn ordered lamb vindaloo, which Ar-Ghorvalei decided to try as well. After the waiter left, an awkward silence fell. “You’re an engineering major?” Ar-Ghorvalei asked, trying to break the ice. “Yes, I minored in helm operations.” Siobahn let out a deep breath. “But my heart’s really into taking things apart and putting them back together again. You? Medical, you said?” Ar-Ghorvalei nodded. “I was already a physician on Efros, as part of my seminary training. But the academy really allowed me to branch out my studies into other species. I specialized in xenobiology.” Siobahn leaned forward. “You said seminary training? Are you a priest?” Ar-Ghorvalei nodded again. “I am an ordained warrior-priest among my people. We are trained in the dual arts of martial combat and saving lives.” Siobahn whistled. “That sounds like a contradiction.” Ar-Ghorvalei shook his head. “Not so. They are both sides of the same coin. Warrior-priests were the leaders among my people since ancient times. It was our duty to protect our tribe, physically, spiritually and martially. Our world is harsh, and survival…” Ar-Ghorvalei paused, wondering how much he should say to a non-Efrosian. Their waiter arrived with the vindaloo, allowing a break in the conversation. Ar-Ghorvalei tasted the vindaloo. A sensation much akin to a supernova exploding occurred inside his mouth. “This…this is good!” he gasped. “But very…very hot!” He poured a glass of water from the pitcher on their table and gulped it down, then poured another. Siobahn laughed, then took another deep bite of her food, washing it down with synthehol beer. “Why did you decide to join Starfleet?” Ar-Ghorvalei paused, covering his hesitation with another glass of water. “To see the stars…” To touch The Endless Sky, a voice murmured inside him. “To discover new life, new civilizations…” to discover the answers I’ve sought. “The usual.” “You?” he asked, eating more vindaloo, then downing more water. “To make a difference,” Siobahn looked away. “I lost my older brother during the Dominion War. I felt I needed to pick up where he left off.” She paused. “So, what do I call you anyway? Ar?” “It is a prefix denoting my paternal lineage, so it would be the equivalent of calling you O’Leary.” “So, is Ghorvalei your given name?” “In a manner of speaking.” “May I call you Ghorvalei?” Ar-Ghorvalei blushed slightly. “That would be…a name a parent might use. Or a lover.” “Ah.” Now it was Siobahn’s turn to blush. “Ar-Ghorvalei, then.” Name: Ar-Ghorvalei Race: Efrosian Age: 28 Height: 5’9” Weight: 165 lbs. Identifying Marks: Pale blue tattoo lines across forehead, down nose and curving onto cheeks. Build: Slim, athletic
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  20. How to write a good and awesome paced action scene by @Alleran Tan. Slow beginning, nice and in the mood of the previous scene, sudden snap to action, breathtaking description and..... Awesome job mate! ((Tunnel Fork, Darime Underground)) Wandering down an unexpected fork in the tunnel, one that wasn't on any maps, team JAMS—Jona And Mallora, Serren—were feeling pretty crammed in by the low ceiling. Or at least, Jona and Serren were. Mallora seemed to be doing much better. And the heat... and the smell... Okay, so everything wasn't so great after all. To make things worse, there was a hot, possibly radioactive, electronic thing on the other side of the wall. Mallora indicated it was a malfunctioning generator and he had no reason to doubt that assessment. But they had come to a fork in the road, one that wasn't on either of their maps. ch'Ranni: Great. Which one do we take? No way to know. Tan: Fifty-fifty shot. But if I had to guess... the new tunnel would probably be more interesting. That generator isn't going anywhere. Mallora stepped over to the place where the cooler passage split off from the main tunnel. There was a pile of loosely scattered rocks on the ground almost marking the divide between dug tunnel and natural cave. Waving her tricorder at the two passages, she examined the flow of data on the screen. Vossti: Sirs? I think there's a scuff mark here. ::she pointed to one of the larger oblong rocks about the size of a Trill honeymelon.:: Like someone stepped on this rock on their way through. Mallora looked at them questioningly. Tan: That would likely be our cadets then. Jona mulled the decision while the doctor leaned against the surface of the wall. The Betazoid doctor seemed a touch startled as she directed her tricorder to the walls of the tunnel. Vossti: What? ::hesitantly:: I'm checking for structural instability in the tunnel, but it looks fine both here and in the cave beyond. ch'Ranni: Good call. I think the last thing any of us wants is to have a few tons of rock and dirt falling on our heads. What does your scan show? Serren definitely didn't want that. But he really had no idea what they were looking at. Vossti: Response Tan: But it's stable for now, right? ch'Ranni: Right. Stable for now. That's the best we can do. Head into the natural tunnel and see where it leads. From the scuffs the doctor saw, we can expect that someone has passed through here before. That's enough to warrant a look. With Serren in the lead and the doctor bringing up the rear, they maneuvered themselves and their equipment into the side tunnel. In doing so they left behind the cramped passage as the natural one opened up above their heads. The sheer relief he felt when he was able to finally stretch out was delightful. But it wasn't just the high ceiling that brightened his day. The ceiling was dotted with bright shining geodes, reflecting and refracting the light all around them. ch'Ranni: The rock and crystal formations are amazing here. It was hard to disagree. Jona pointed to a yellowish patch of geometric crystalline growth on one passing stalagmite with his hand torch. It flashed and glittered in the beam of light with an almost internal glow. ch'Ranni: I saw some of this crystal in the ceiling of the main cavern. Tan: ::Softly,:: This is beautiful. Vossti: Response ch'Ranni: Record and sample everything. There's no telling what data the Pelian researchers may find useful. Vossti: Response Tan: Aye, Commander. Serren absently pulled out his tricorder and began taking a routine scan. Vossti would no doubt be on it too, but it was good to have a second set of data just in case. With Serren and Mallora working, Jona took a wander around the cavern. Serren idly shook his tricorder, urging it to scan faster. The sooner they were done with the scan, the sooner he could check out the beautiful geological formations. His eyes flicked down to his device, watching a tiny bar fill up on a too-small screen. Why didn't they make these things a little bigger, just so looking at them didn't strain the eyes so— ch'Ranni: ::calling out:: Whoa! Watch out! Serren's head snapped around. Time itself seemed to slow down; body instantly flooded with adrenaline, he assessed the situation in a flash. Hidden crevice. Deep. None of them had seen it. Jona, off-balance, arms pinwheeling. A split second away from disaster. Tan: Jona! Serren exploded into motion. His tricorder fell out of his hands, clattering onto the ground, and he slid out of his heavy pack in one smooth motion. Trill legs pumped furiously as he transitioned instantly from "relaxed scanning" to furious sprinting, closing the distance between himself and Jona. ch'Ranni/Vossti: Response Too late. He was going to be too late. He... Did a risky and dangerous thing, totally against his training, that risked sending him off the edge as well. Serren leapt forward like a hunting cat as Jona tumbled backward. His arms outstretched, reaching, reaching... trying to grab any part of Jona he could. A boot. Serren landed bodily on his chest, sliding on the smooth rock, shoulders over the edge. One hand had managed to grab hold of Jona's left boot, holding on with every ounce of his strength as he caught his buddy mid-fall. Tan: ::Grunting,:: I got you! But then the full weight of the guy was transferred to his arm, to his shoulder, and then to his whole body; threatening to pull him over the edge too. Serren's fingers held on to Jona's ankle as tightly as he could, his blue buddy swaying ominously below him. He felt himself sliding forward too; the weight pulling him over... kicking frantically, his boot hooked around a crystal formation, snagging there. Serren held on as tight as he could as Jona dangled over the abyss below. It all happened in just a few seconds. ch'Ranni/Vossti: Response Serren's training kicked in, voice totally bereft of its normal levity. His tone was clipped, calm, and professional despite the strain on his shoulder, ankle, and whole body. They'd need all three of them to get out of this. Serren shifted his posture, grabbing hold of Jona's boot with two hands now. Much better. Tan: Vossti. Rope in my bag. Tie it off on a strong-looking crystal, or use a climbing piton if you can't find one. Just anchor it. Commander, do you think you can put on a climbing harness upside down? Or freeclimb a rope? It was that or something much more primitive, like a lasso around the arm. ch'Ranni/Vossti: Response -- Lieutenant (j.g.) Serren Tan Security/Tactical USS Gorkon O238704AT0
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  21. Lena would, without question, do the same to him
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  22. @Alleran Tan Holding hands? SCANDAL!
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  23. From the narration of Dunamis. This made me laugh.
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  24. Okay this made me laugh. But the flower? Alora's gonna have a far different reaction........
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