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  1. 5 points
    I think there are few Tellarites written and should be written more often. They are terrific fun to read, and they provide a very interesting balance between Vulcan stoicism and humans, for example. In this SIM @Sirokwrites Zheg in all his flowery glory, a character quite different from his main character and at the same time full of personality, with an amazing capacity (as is his habit) for technobabble and, to crown it all, reconnecting two SIMs a little bit different so that everything works. What more can you ask in a SIM? Add to all this that English isn't Sirok's main language. I try to avoid posting Sirok's SIMs here because I'm obviously biased, but you deserve this one. Good job.
  2. 5 points
    I went for "The Visitor" too, but this was a REALLY hard choice. "Family" and "The Inner Light" are both phenomenal, but what pushed "The Visitor" over the edge for me is that you know, you know Patrick Stewart is a powerhouse actor and so you expect the best ... whereas "The Visitor" showed the Jake-Ben dynamic primarily via an actor we didn't know in one of the parts! And man, did it pay off.
  3. 5 points
    My vote is very, very personal and it's for The Visitor. Because I saw it a year after my father's death and the Tony Todd and Avery Brooks performance really got to me. The other ones are very good episodes and in what you ask Journey to Babel and Family are very good. The Inner Light is great, but not so much because of the family orientation but because of the other themes it presents.
  4. 5 points
    I've had lots to say in past ceremonies about @Quinn Reynolds (Emma), but this awards presentation by @Tony (Kells) (Tony) really hits different! Emma is the perfect person to be the inaugural winner for this award. Like award's namesake, Elinor of Kanist, Emma is gracious, hard working, and incredibly wise. Her keen intellect has guided my thinking in many situations, and I've learned a lot from the way she approaches a problem. I'm very grateful she's a member of the EC, and an incredible captain. Many thanks to her for everything she's brought to the group over the years. Like Tony, I wasn't quite sure what to make or @Roshanara Rahman way back in the day. His strong opinions often challenged my long-standing positions, but I soon came to understand how valuable this new insight was. Like Emma, Rich is the perfect person to the the inaugural recipient of this award since he embodies the 'multiple disciplines' angle so strongly. Rich is a Renaissance Man who has his hands in everything, and does all of it so well. He's tireless, creative, proactive, and approaches everything from a place of collaboration. Congratulations Rich, you deserve this! I'll admit I was skeptical of @Oddas Aria's (Nick) Capstone Project. Our recent Fleetwide Plot Arcs have been difficult to manage and put a drain on everyone. But Nick found a new way of making a FWPA work, and pulled it off expertly! Between that and his other work around the fleet, including the CAL position and managing a recent launch – the USS Arrow – I'm really impressed with what he's done. Congratulations on earning this award Nick! @Jarred Thoran (Richard) has had a real trial by fire, and certainly earned this award in the past year! He was a "captain transplant," something we don't do very often, particularly with first-timers, but he managed it with aplomb. The Executive Council was impressed with his introspective, analytical leadership style that combined both technical ability but also a sophisticated take on management with empathy and compassion. The results on the Atlantis have proven his skill, and he definitely deserves this award! Congrats Richard. From a former recipient of the Chief's Citation, congratulations @Randal Shayne (Quinn)! He has seen a lot of OOC areas of the fleet this past year, and is learning a lot from each of these interactions – I'm looking forward to seeing how these skills get put to use in the coming months and years as a leader in the community. @Sal Taybrim (Jamie) winning the Sarek Star is perfect alignment with this award's intention. The goal of this award is to reward and uplift those folks who have found a way to navigate with grace the weird and wonderful world of politics in our community – for the sake of encouraging everyone to learn the best way to make change and improvements in a diplomatic way – and Jamie certainly has. I'm thankful that she is using her many years of experience in role playing groups to keep us on the path to bettering ours! Last but not least, Nick winning the Christopher Pike Pendant goes to show how well-rounded he is consideration of his other win this year! I love this nomination that Rich mentioned: “He is humble, exceedingly competent and possessed of a fighting spirit. For every hit, problem and issue, Nicholas has the patience to face it and the desire to find the best answer possible.” What a testament to what he's brought to the Eagle and Juneau crew! Congratulations to him for a great year – looking forward to many more
  5. 5 points
    It's been a hard weekend, but better late than never! @Samira Neathler I'm really impressed by the way you've written Samira consistently for nearly two years at the level you have; she's a shining example of everything a security and tactical officer should be — fair, balanced, intelligent and sharp. Both in our universe (and out of it, echoes of Skarbek somewhere) you are beyond measure. As a department head, Samira is constantly looking for ways to open up the narrative for your fellow security officers (because they can be many) and ensure there's always something rolling for your guys when needed. You're a wonderful staff member and a great friend. I hope this award keeps your spirits high and confirms what we know - you're awesome in doing what you do for us. @Jona ch'Ranni Though you've not been with us long, I've been continually impressed by the ways you've demonstrated Jona's abilities in Operations as being far beyond that of a Helm/Coms/Ops officer. You've delved into what makes Operations what it is in a ship setting, ensuring he's there for everything from greeting new officers with their orders to getting them bunked in, sorting out one thing after another, and being flexible enough to take on other roles as the Ops role requires. It's not an easy role to fill (I've been there), but you make it look effortless. Hearty congratulations on this, dude! @Corliss I remember being awed the first time I read a proper session you'd written with someone a year ago (maybe even close to two now), where you counselled in a group therapy session following our first Skarbek run. It was a great session to read; back in those heady Ensign days. Since then, you've only got better; it shows that you've got a genuine interest in psychology and counselling when you write Corliss' approach to her sessions the way that you do. The way you make characters think is wonderful. I hope this award lifts you up for the next year, and gives you that oomph of encouragement to keep being excellent.
  6. 4 points
    Remind me again who holds these guys accountable?
  7. 4 points
    ((OOC: I find one of the most interesting challenges in our format to be creating 'small moments' within the bigger arc of a plot that's going on, and it's why I think this sim deserves particular praise. Alieth has, in a few exquisitely poignant lines, established the simple lives and tragic deaths of nearly half a dozen characters, adding enormous emotional resonance to a scene and using a facet of her Vulcan character in a way I've rarely seen executed so beautifully. Bravo!)) ((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Thor, Five Hours & Fourty Seven Minutes until QSD Overload)) The patient's breathing was laboured, difficult and arrhythmic inspirations with a wet murmur underneath. His eyelids fluttered like frightened birds, but the few times his eyes opened wide, his empty gaze didn't focus on any particular thing, just minute pupils wandering through a ceiling he couldn't see. Alieth didn't need to check out the data that the biobed was screeching. Instead, she just sat on her bedside, placing the padd in her lap. She took his only hand between her tiny ones. And waited. First, she felt his pain, a searing, excruciating sensation that no modern medication could entirely mitigate. And then, there was the fear. oO I am here. I am with you. Oo oO You are not alone. Oo She held his hands until his chest dropped one last time. Until the last swirl of his mind faded into nothingness, the spark of what had been him gone forever. His name was Raphael Watanabe. He was twenty-six years old. He loved dogs. Four days ago he had managed to convince his roommate to adopt one. Since then, he had spent most of his free time looking for the perfect pup. Eventually, he had decided in favour of a sad-eyed white adult with an even sadder past. He wanted to call her Cheesecake. She let her rigid fingers slip through hers and recovered the padd from her lap. With a mechanical gesture she had performed too many times in the last few hours, she introduced his profile info in the database. And the stardate and hour of the demise. The Vulcan's shoulders sank an extra micron. She wouldn't forget Raphael Watanabe. Just as she wouldn't forget any of the others. All the minds she had last reached out to, to give them some comfort in the very last moments, when there was nothing else she could do. As Thiri zh'Poltal, Petty Officer, 2nd Class, Operations. Today was her day off, but when the disaster struck, she had run to help. Or like Astrid Wethern. Fourteen years old, she was part of the civilian contingent. She had joined the crew in Ferenginar to accompany her father to find out if she was going to be an astrophysicist or a holonovelist when she grew up. For the brief time that the two had shared their minds, Alieth was sure that she would have excelled at both activities. Or like T'Lar, an assistant in the xenobiology department, whose name meant "lady blue desert bird". Alieth had arrived too late, and when she had checked her status, she had already passed away. She was 115 years old and her katra had been lost forever, the experiences of a lifetime vanished in an instant. At homeworld, she had 3 children and 8 grandchildren. Cammy Jackstadt would have been 43 in 78 days. Warrant Officer in Engineering. She had suffered major damage to the back of her head and her last thoughts were very disjointed. For some reason, her injured mind repeated over and over again a memory of a summer in Idaho. It had been so intense that Alieth had almost felt the breeze caressing her skin and still had in her mouth the flavour of the fruit that Cammy had shared that day with her best friend. Porter Solari, a nurse, had died just minutes before Jackstadt. He was 23 years old and his maternal grandmother had been a Romulan. During shoreleave, Alieth had issued a recommendation for him to go to Starfleet Medical School. He could have been one of the finest doctors in the fleet due to his selflessness and compassion. He had died in the belief that everything that had happened was a nightmare and that he would soon wake up and be able to take the shuttle back to Earth. Alieth had been unable to comfort him, and he had died scared and confused. Alieth halted her steps and leaned, for the briefest of moments, on the sill of one of the windows. The strange blue light from the sub-space travel bathed her hollow-eyed face, rendering her visage strange and tired. Her fingers clasped the padd tightly. Much more than needed. But this way her hands didn't shake. That brief quiet moment evaporated with the hissing of the door, which heralded the entry of the two red-collared officers. Alieth pulled herself together as best she could, stretched out her wrinkled uniform by grabbing the hem of her jacket and stepped closer to them with strides more resolute than she really felt. Her left hand kept gripping the padd firmly, but otherwise she wore the hieratic Vulcan indifference façade. She couldn't afford to let her unemotional mask crack. Not at that moment. Alieth: (nodding sternly) Acting Captain Geoffrey John Teller, Lieutenant Commander García. Quen: Response Teller: Doctors - have you made any progress on the...::Geoff shrugged over towards the isolation lab::...mass? Quen: Response The Vulcan kept silent and listened to her colleague's explanations. The Bajoran woman had spent all her time on that case, while Alieth attended to those left behind after the evacuation, so she knew little to nothing about the.... mass. Garcia: Response Teller: I see. Ensign Wilkins, you were orchestrating the first Marine team that was attacked - what are your impressions of the device we're dealing with? Anything could be useful at this point. Wilkins: Response Quen: Response Once again, Alieth listened and said naught. Her eyes wandered from her feet to the stasis field and from there to the padd she was holding in her hands. She unlocked it one more time, moved the report of the fatalities to the background with a miniscule grimace and logged on to the medical database. For a short while, the only sound that came from the Vulcan-shaped shade was the faint tap-tap-tap of her fingers on the screen. Garcia: Response Teller: That's helpful, thank you. I've got Lt. Cmdr. Brodie working with Lt. Lovar on a way to disentangle the mine from our innards, and our Security and Marine personnel are attempting to reinforce the QSD core, which appears to be this devices ultimate objective. Our goal is to neutralize, hinder, harass or otherwise annoy the biological components of this device enough so we can excise it from the hull without being attacked again. This is an open forum - no idea too crazy, so speak freely. By my count, we've got just over five and half hours left - so lets get into it. Wilkins: Response Alieth: The closest thing I find in the computer memory is an encounter with Quasi-energy microbes in 2369. These are life forms that exist simultaneously as matter and energy, sir. Quen: Response Garcia: Response Wilkins: Response Teller: Response Alieth: (with exhausted voice) It is possible, sir, but it seems much more complex to the eye. Quen: Response Garcia: Response Wilkins: Response Teller: Response Tag & TBC ================================= Lt. JG Alieth Medical Officer USS Thor NCC-82607 Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding Author ID number: E239702A10 =================================
  8. 4 points
    (OOC: I couldn't remove the Bolding for some reason but that's no excuse not to post this JP in it's entirety. It's a lovely three-way JP between @Tony (Kells)@Wil Ukinix & @Geoffrey Teller that gives a satisfying and call-back laden send off to several friendships I loved watching on the Veritas. It's both fan service and quality writing and I enjoyed having it in my inbox this morning. ) (( Shuttlecraft Miranda, out of the USS Veritas )) Nic del Vedova grinned over at his fellow Aussie. There wasn’t much to grin about, since they were hurtling along through subspace with nothing particularly exciting immediately ahead of or behind them. But, at the same time, there was nothing not to grin about, so Del grinned. Wil had his feet up on the helm controls, ankles crossed, fiddling with a replicated cube that he’d found out about by chance in the Starfleet database. The cube had nine squares on each face of a different colour. The idea was to randomly mess it up, and then twist and turn it until it was back into its original state. It was mind numbing yet somehow mesmerising. Playing quietly in the background was one of the songs from his music collection, which he was also quietly singing along to. Ukinix/Speakers: I kissss and-tell, all my fe-ears… Fallin’ down-the moun-tain…. End-up kiss-in’ diii-iiirt….. He looked over at Del who was grinning away. Ukinix: ::Smiling:: Watch’ya grinning about? del Vedova: Just thinking. But no, that wasn’t right, was it? Too often recently, too much thinking had gotten him to do the opposite of grinning. Ukinix: Ah. Enjoying a bit of quiet time? del Vedova: It’s more that I’m actually doing something. I’ve been stuck in physical therapy for way too long on Starbase 284. Even if I’m not going back to Veritas, it feels good to be doing something that isn’t working out my leg. Wil nodded and smiled, while placing the cube game on the nearby console, before interlocking his fingers and placing his hands behind his head. Ukinix: ::Cheekily:: IIII… reckonnnnnn… someone’s a bit keen to see their boooy-friiieeend! Wil opened his mouth, and gave Del two deliberately exaggerated winks. Del nodded. That was certainly true. del Vedova: Him, too. I’m definitely looking forward to reuniting with Aron, (beat) even if it means leaving you and Roshanara and the rest of our friends behind. Wil breathed a big sigh through his nose, and nodded in agreement slowly, pondering. He had lost his fair share of close friends in recent times. Losing Del was another loss. Wil considered him his good friend, and not just because they were from the same continent. Del knew he’d always have a community of friends on Veritas, despite his monthslong absence, which made it more difficult. In fact, he thought leaving them now was harder than it would’ve been if he’d left from Veritas directly. But Wil had been good enough to come and pick him up at SB284, using one of the Veritas’s type-10 shuttles, to ferry him to Thor and Aron. Ukinix: That’s why I wanted to give you a lift. Well, that and I need the helm practice. At least this way I get to say goodbye. Plus, you’re effectively my neighbour, I gotta look after my mate from Sydney. del Vedova: Why’d you do it, anyway? We could’ve just talked by subspace. I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong, but you know you didn’t have to do this. Ukinix: ::Serious face:: Teller stole my craft beer stash. del Vedova: (slight frown) Oh. I see. Wil slowly put his tongue in his cheek, and began to silently laugh. He couldn’t keep a straight face. Ukinix: ::Smirking:: Sucked in, Del. Only kidding. Del’s face cleared. del Vedova: Of course you were kidding. He laughed and winked, covering that he definitely hadn’t known. But just as quickly, his happy face faded, to be replaced by a stonier look. del Vedova: Can I ask you about something? Wil’s one quarter Betazoid self subconsciously sensed some tension in Del. He placed his hands in his lap, and sat up straight, giving Del his full attention. Ukinix: ‘Course you can. Del looked away from Wil as he spoke, not certain how to broach this difficult topic. del Vedova: I’m just not sure what I’m going to do when I get there. Ukinix: ::relaxed tone:: Whaddya mean. del Vedova: I still have months of therapy to do on my own, if I want to be reinstated. And if I do, what guarantee is there that I’ll be on Thor? They have an excellent medical staff from what Aron says, headed by Addison MacKenzie. Where do I go? Pursing his lips, Wil breathed through his nose, and thought for a few seconds. Ukinix: Yeah, but you’ve done other stuff besides medical, right? You were Diplomatic Officer when I first joined the ‘Tas. del Vedova: (with a nod) That’s true. Ukinix: You two have served apart for so long. Starfleet owes you two some decent time together. Besides, Aron’s a fleet captain, he’d be able to have some say in it, wouldn’t he? del Vedova: (another nod) That’s true, too. And, Del thought, the fleet owed them some leeway, given Del’s pain and suffering (not that it was the fleet’s fault, but still) and how they’d served apart for an extended period. del Vedova: He’s pretty gregarious, too. Nothing on me! But he’d be able to talk some stuffy admiral down, I’m sure. (beat) I forget, did you meet him when he came to Veritas? Ukinix: I met Aron briefly on Limbo, then he was in the transporter room when Roshie had her trip to Krios Prime. Other than that, not much. del Vedova: Well, trust me on that, then. And as for me… Even if he’d be serving only half-time for a while, he didn’t know where that half-time would be. But Wil had an answer for that, too: Ukinix: The Thor is unfeasibly large compared to the ‘Tas. I’m sure they’d easily find a role for you. del Vedova: (more cheery) You’re right. It’s a damned city in space. There must be something for me to do. Del turned a raised eyebrow on Wil. Between the two of them, he was sure they’d arrive at the Thor with a perfect plan ready to present to Aron. Fait accompli! Wil pondered for a moment, then chuckled for a moment as a thought entered his head. Ukinix: ::Smirking:: You know I always secretly referred to Aron as “Del’s Kells”? del Vedova: (with a wink) You think that’ll endear you to him? Ukinix: Don’t you dare tell him that. del Vedova: My silence can be bought, for a price. (playful) Let’s see how helpful you are before we get there. How long do we have, anyway? Ukinix: Oh, uuummm…. ::Leaning over to read console:: Six days? Nah, that can’t be right. Wait. del Vedova: Six days?! You’re kidding! I thought that this shuttle had some sort of propulsion magic thingie that would let us travel super fast and… Del trailed off. He could tell by Wil’s look of concentration that he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention. Wil silently tapped away at the console. He could hear Del, but he didn’t answer just yet. Meanwhile, his face blushed red... del Vedova: What? Ukinix: I, um - ::clears throat:: - wrong course. del Vedova: (a frown turned quickly to a grin) Let me guess, you had us heading towards Kells’ Dells? Ukinix: ::Still tapping at console:: Nah, it’s ok! I fixed it, Commander. 16 hours. That’s more like it. We only lost an hour. ::Under his breath:: Maybe three. With the fingers from his left hand, he wiped and flicked away imaginary sweat from his forehead. del Vedova: Listen, as long as we get there, that’s all I care about. Wil placed his hand on Del’s shoulder, and gave it a friendly shake. Ukinix: We’ll get there mate, promise. ( Jump: Six Hours Later, Aboard the Thor ) The rest of the journey had been smooth enough, and Wil -- despite his attempt to send them off to the depths of Tholian space -- had proved himself equal to Del’s demand, and Del now had a very good idea of how he’d sell his presence to Aron. Not that Aron would need much convincing, but the personnel officer for the fleet who would never see either of them face-to-face certainly would. However, upon arriving, Del had a thought. del Vedova: Why not stay for a bit? Wil smiled at first, but then his face showed a little disappointment. Ukinix: Del, I’d love to, but I gotta get back through the Shoals. Roshie would have my guts if I’m not back on time. He rubbed his chin, and thought a bit longer. Ukinix: I wouldn’t have to stay for ages though, would I. del Vedova: Nah, not long. Just enough to see some folks. We’ve both served with about half of this crew, haven’t we? Ukinix: ::Smiling:: Bloody oath we have. del Vedova: Well, how about this: Let’s head to the bridge, and see if we see any familiar faces. I have to officially report in. Though “officially” reporting in seemed a little silly when one’s partner was the CO to whom one had to report. How could he have done otherwise? Ukinix: ::Thumbs up:: Done! del Vedova: Great! The Thor was a big ship, and it took plenty of time to get from the shuttle bay where they’d landed up to the bridge. Once there, Del was disappointed: There was only a skeleton watch, and none of them were familiar. The unknown lieutenant on watch told them that the captain was in his ready room, and Del hurried on despite the crutch that slowed him down. The lieutenant attempted to add something else, but clearly Del wasn’t to be dissuaded. But maybe he should’ve listened, as he crashed right on into a meeting in progress between Aron and his first officer, Geoff Teller. Teller: ....And the Antedian ambassador is very annoyed at whoever keeps drawing little cartoon fish on the doors to their quarters. I’ve asked the educators at the onboard schools to keep a tight lockdown on the art supplies, but my money is on.... Geoff turned, surprised that anyone would stride, or in this case hobble, into the ready room unannounced. His surprise redoubled when he saw Doctor Niccolo Del Vedova, formerly CMO of the Veritas, supporting himself on a cane. He’d barely had an opportunity to rise out of his chair before he was struck by something halfway between hug & tackle - in the form of Wil Ukinix, who was surprised to see Teller, and, instinctually, flew through the air, knocking Geoffrey to the ground, and squeezing him in a perfect tackle. He then proceeded to rub a knuckle into the top of Geoffrey’s head. del Vedova: Well, hello there. Kells: I expected you hours ago! Meanwhile, Wil and Teller exchanged their own hellos. Ukinix: ::chuckling:: Geoffrey! How are ya, ya [...]! Wil loosened loosened his tackle, then stood up, offering his hand to help Geoffrey up. Teller: You cheeky drongo, why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could’ve had the shuttle shot down! ::smirk:: No offense, Doc. Aron grinned, and Del did a moment later. Kells: Maybe you two should be stationed together. del Vedova: Wil’s just very enthusiastic. Wil’s face began to blush when he realised he’d just crash tackled a first officer in front of a *Fleet Captain*. Ukinix: I um - ::hands behind back, looking at Aron:: - Fleet Captain. ::Clears throat:: Delivering Commander del Vedova to the Thor, sir. Teller: If I didn’t think the nacelles would go flying off the Veritas, I would’ve forged his transfer papers myself. Besides, The Skipper would never forgive me. Kells: Space forbid I steal Roshanara’s chief engineer. She’d hunt me down and spike my head as a warning to others. (beat, to Teller) On the other hand, I did already steal you. (to Ukinix) There’ll always be space here, Mr. Ukinix. (to Del) For everyone, but especially for you. You already have some plan for your assignment here, don’t you? del Vedova: (with a nod) And it’s very detailed. Wil helped me work it out. Geoff snorted and elbowed Wil in the ribs. Teller: ::smirk:: In that case you better double check the spelling. Wil shot a playful look of hurt at Geoffrey. Ukinix: Oi! Just because you’re in red doesn’t mean I won’t crash tackle you again! He closed his eyes in embarrassment, before looking forward at Aron again, this time blushing more than before. Kells: (slight sigh) Welcome to the Thor, Commander del Vedova. Of course it would’ve worked out. I’m glad you’re here, but you two did crash a command meeting, if you don’t mind… Geoff’s voice fell to a whisper. Teller: I’ve still got that Romulan Ale from Ketar V in my quarters and I’m off duty in an hour. Can you stick around? Ukinix: ::Whispering back out of side of mouth:: #$%@ yeah. Wil had looked at the specs of the Thor on the trip out of the Shoals. What he considered the most impressive part of the ship immediately popped into his mind. Ukinix: ::Still whispering:: Can we go bowling? Geoff had never once bowled in his life but that didn’t stop his competitive streak from showing. Teller: :snort: I will destroy you. Kells: Gentlemen. Not that Aron could really be cross when it came to this reunion, especially since Del had just arrived. He attempted to argue to himself that they had interrupted a command meeting, but then he shook his head. It was meant to just be to himself, but Del caught it at once. del Vedova: No? No to what? It seemed, however, that Wil wanted to err on the side of caution. Ukinix: We’ll, um - ::pointing thumb over shoulder towards door:: - we’ll leave you two to it then, yeah? Geoff coughed, only now fully appreciating the awkwardness of the situation. Teller: Of course sir, if you’d like me to remain on duty, I’m sure Lt. Cmdr. Ukinix…::Geoff’s eyes went wide and his attention was diverted back to Wil::...they made you a Lt. Cmdr? Are things really that bad? Aron let go an involuntary laugh, and then clapped his hands on his desk and stood. Kells: That’s all for today, Geoff. Go have fun with the I’m-sure-well-deserved-Lieutenant-Commander Ukinix. Wil clapped his hands together. Ukinix: Right, well, quick meeting’s a good meeting! ::To Aron and Del:: Will you join us? Teller: Kells: And as for you. Aron’s gaze pinned Del to the ground where he stood. He even wavered slightly. del Vedova: As for me? Kells: Let’s find a way for you to stay, even if it requires stealing this ship. del Vedova: Sounds good to me. Aron pulled Del close, and both men noted as he did so that both Teller and Wil covertly and politely made themselves scarce. Wil smiled, looked sideways at Teller, before gesturing with his head towards the door. He could sense how much they had missed each other, and thought they deserved this moment. (( One day later: Main shuttlebay on one of the three thousand decks that the Thor has, which is impressive by the way )) Standing in front of the type-10 shuttle, Wil had his hands behind his back, looking a little pale. OK, a lot pale. Ukinix: oO It turns out that 5 hours sleep, a bottle of Romulan Ale and several beer chasers while bowling really *does* make you feel complete crap the next day. Oo It was time to say his goodbyes. Again. Kells: It was good of you to come all this way, Commander, especially since you’re the only one who’s not staying. (beat, and a smile) Yet. Ukinix: ::Chuckling, smiling:: The Veritas is my home. Thanks for having me, Captain, I really appreciate it. Kells: Anytime, and I do mean any time. Geoff felt like he’d wrestled with, and lost to, several large Nausician musicians. It had been a while since the last time the two of them had properly tied one on, and Geoff was definitely suffering for it. The shuttlebay lights had never been brighter. Teller: You ready to go back to the second best ship in the fleet, drongo? Wil walked up to Teller, and wrapped his arms around him, patting him firmly on the back. Ukinix: This isn’t a ship, it’s a starbase that someone’s slapped some nacelles on. Geoff barked an entirely inappropriate laugh. Teller: Damn good to see you, brother. Next time give me some warning, I’ll have the starbase polished for you. Ukinix: Mate. I’m lucky to have seen you again. Thanks for a good night. I’ll miss ya. Teller: Same - this doesn’t get any easier. ::Geoff pulled Wil into a final hug:: and I hope it never does. Geoff stepped back and nodded. It helped to know the Veritas was in good hands, but Geoff quite simply missed his friend. He wasn’t the only one having trouble saying goodbye. The hardest part of the trip had finally arrived for Wil. Saying goodbye to Del. del Vedova: Listen, Wil... Ukinix: ::Wrapping up Del in a hug:: We’ll always have the Crapeliguin, Del. Gonna miss you. del Vedova: Well, then, we’ll just have to make sure we see each other again soon. Ukinix: Promise me we’ll go back home together one day soon? And you’ll take me to The Rocks for a schnitzel parmigiana? del Vedova: (with a smile) Absolutely. Teller: ::Geoff couldn't resist a last bit of ribbing:: You about done, or are you going to say good bye to Scarecrow and the Tin Man next? Ukinix: Oh, and say hi to Addison for me. Kells: (dryly) I’m sure she’ll know you were here when she sees the state of our Mr. Teller. Wil smiled. At least Kells seemed to be Teller’s case like Roshanara would have been, he felt that was good for him. Teller: Right as rain, sir, just...jogged here. Kells: You are going to go and get some fluids in Sickbay? Teller: Of course sir, but I was planning to go by jefferies tubes. Medical staff are busy, they don't have time in their schedule to berate the XO right now. Aron sighed, but Del laughed. He also shuffled back a step and grinned at Wil as the latter boarded the Miranda again, ready for his own trip home. del Vedova: Until next time, and I mean it! As he boarded the shuttle, Wil’s eyes became glassy as he held back a few tears, and took one last look at the three men. He gave a nod and a wink to Teller, and a thumbs up to Del. He hated goodbyes. He was extra sad to be saying goodbye to his friend Del, who had done more for him than maybe Del realised. But he could sense the delight in both Del and Aron. Like he had told Geoffrey and Addison via the Beatles song he had given to them as a parting gift before they left... Ukinix: ::To Del:: “There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.” Seeya, mate. END! ======================================================================= Commander Nic del Vedova Currently On Leave & Fleet Captain Aron Kells Commanding Officer USS Thor V238208LV0 & SB118 Captains Council Magistrate (so ask me anything!) And Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Teller Executive Officer USS Thor - NCC 82607 Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding V239509GT0 And Lieutenant Commander Wil Ukinix Chief Engineer who bowls 121 when sober, 148 when tipsy, and 74 when drunk USS Veritas V239511WU0
  9. 4 points
    This is a beautiful example of what a counsellor can do in a crisis situation, and how a seemingly reserved and always composed character can bring a lot of emotional weight to a scene and assist another writer's character development. It's a wonderful sample of collaborative writing, scene timing, and prose. Besides killing ourselves a little bit inside for adding one more tear to the sea we are crying with this mission. Thank you for that, @Alex Brodie
  10. 4 points
    My vote is on replicators, since they would help to solve a LOT of current world problems plus being the first step in the development of the others. Also insta-coffee
  11. 4 points
    Narration is what makes a sim come alive, and many of the strongest sims we read have a harmonious blend of great dialogue and great narration. But if we pick apart the narration of our sims, what makes the difference between a functional sim and a sim that is exciting to read? A lot depends on your balance between action and reaction in your writing. If we break it down there are two major aspects of narration in sims: plot and drama. Plot narration is action based. It describes the action of the scene as well as providing details to the characters and setting. Descriptive text is plot based, as is any scene-setting narration. Having good plot narration helps a writer clarify what is going on in the scene to the other players. The stronger your plot narration the more you can push the action of the scene forward allowing your character, and your teammates to be proactive. Plot narration is the basic building block of strong narration. If you are at a starting point with adding more narration to your sims, focus on describing your character’s actions clearly. Add in setting details and character details as appropriate. Then focus on making sure your character’s actions contribute to the plot and help push the narrative forward. A good example of plot narration would be: Lieutenant Wharf’s muscles tensed as he hid behind a thick tree trunk in the lush forest of Vadon II. A trio of Breen soldiers, armed to the teeth, were only a few meters away. Soon they would discover the away team’s hiding spot. He had to act now, and he needed his teammate’s help. He looked over at Ensign Rho and caught her gaze, gesturing for her to ready her phaser. He waited until she gave an indication that she understood before pointing in two directions: she would take the left side, he would take the right. If they blanketed the area with phaser fire on heavy stun they should be able to stop the Breen long enough to get back to the runabout. He gave a signal countdown. Three… two… one… He pointed at her to move, and then leapt up on his side, firing at the Breen squad. This narration clearly describes the scene and the action, allowing Ensign Rho to understand what is going on – the Breen are approaching, the plan is to split and fire phasers on stun and the retreat, and the narration moves the scene forward. Plot narration describes the setting, clarifies what is going on and then moves the action forward. The second type of narration is dramatic narration. Dramatic narration focuses on a character’s feelings, emotions and reactions to other players. While plot narration will clarify what is going on, dramatic narration will build up your character and make your sims more fun for other players to read. Reacting to what the other characters do makes your sim more interesting for other poeple. Your fellow players want to see that you have read what they wrote, and your in character reaction to what is going on not only validates the other person’s sims but makes your own sims more entertaining for the reader. This is the place to describe your character’s thoughts and feelings as well as to play off the other character’s actions. A good example of dramatic narration would be: Ensign Rho was nervous about firing upon the Breen soldiers. To her this felt like Lieutenant Wharf might be opening up a can of worms – what if the Breen weathered the attack and countered with force? Or what if this started a violent conflict when they should have approached this with diplomacy. Still Wharf’s demeanor was confident and he had more experience than her. She had to trust that he knew what he was doing when it came to the Breen. Heart pounding in her chest she jumped when he pointed at her and took aim, praying that this was the right decision. This narration focuses on Rho’s feelings as well as how she sees Wharf – she respects his experience, but also wonders if there are other options such as diplomacy. She decides to trust him in and hopes that everything turns out ok. The more a player can include narration that reacts to what the other players have written the more dramatic and engaging the sim becomes. The best sims have both dramatic narration and plot narration, though depending on the situation some sims may lean more heavily in one direction or the other. A thrilling action scene will have more plot narration as the characters chase down a shuttlecraft thief through a craggy canyon, while a deep conversation with the characters sitting at a table may have almost all dramatic narration. You will find your perfect balance between the two as you practice narration in sims! The post Witty Wordsmith: Action for Plot, Reaction for Drama appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  12. 4 points
    The Executive Council is happy to announce that we’ve launched a new vessel, under the leadership of Commander Randal Shayne. Please welcome the USS Arrow to our fleet! Cmdr. Shayne is a seasoned member of the group, having joined in February of 2015 and served on nine ships before the Arrow as her CO! Starting in the helm position, he has also dabbled in Engineering and played a Second Officer on three ships before becoming the First Officer of the USS Eagle. He is also highly decorated, having received the Sheathed Sword, B-Plot Award, TOSMA, Russ Bar, Pathfinder Award, Silver Palm, Khan Award, Nebula Bar, Scotty Cross, and Chief’s Citation Award. For his duty post simming he has been recognized with both the Voyager Medallion and the Pilot’s Sextant. And he has received the 1-, 3-, and 5-year length of service awards. Out of Character, Shayne has co-facilitated the Federation News Service and Poll of the Week teams, been a member of the Advanced Starship Design Bureau and the Awards Committee of 2396, and acted as an Academy Training officer. The crew was comprised of members of the Juneau, as well as new recruits. The ship is currently undergoing repairs after being salvaged. It will soon embark on a mission in the Aavaro Wilds. Learn more about the USS Arrow on the wiki. The post Welcome the USS Arrow to the StarBase 118 fleet appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  13. 4 points
    Nicely framed, @Randal Shayne. Gentle hand as you tame that unruly yet majestic beast.
  14. 4 points
    Man, this has been hanging in my drafts for far too long, waiting for a good edit! This is what happens when I've suddenly got no admin to do! @Quinn Reynolds - In the time I've known you, you've been a wonderful Captain and an excellent friend; a soft-hearted goofball like no other, a goober for all seasons, fair, open-minded, conscientious, and with the patience of a saint. I'm always impressed by your unfailing devotion to the crew and community, to your staff in all the OOC roles you have, to those in your leadership scope in all facets of the CC and EC, and those who look up to you as the pinnacle of the kind of Captain they want to be. I could not even begin to imagine what you do on a daily basis to help keep this fleet ticking over. That Vice Admiral belt is a heavy one and one I don't think many would know how to cope with. Even when things get challenging and there's trouble at t'mill, you were still encouraging change, focusing on the good things, seeing the best in people. I loved Tony's presentation for you, reading all that history because as your crew, we can feel it threading through everything we do - that consistent strive to be more inclusive, to collaborate more, to think of the fleet as a whole from the start and participate in making it great, to challenge ourselves, and it's why we've got such a cracking ship of simmers who want to help everywhere they can. We work together as a whole. There are so many people across our community who tell me how lucky I am to be your XO and I damn well know it. Here's to you, boss, and all the gin! @Roshanara Rahman - Rich, my dude, you're ace. Thank you for doing everything you do in the Fleet and bringing that unbridled energy into your projects. I love your passion for new ideas and bringing them in with a resounding thunder. I'm really looking forward to seeing where you go in the future and what you do; all that energy has to get funnelled somewhere right? Another Bridge Crew night is on the cards. Me and Blake need to take you and Quinn to school. Bridge School. In all seriousness, thank you for being the tolerant, kindhearted soul you are. Your crew is lucky to have you. Somewhere, there's a Jacuzzi... @Oddas Aria - You've got a wonderful technical mind, a cool soul for projects, and bring a spark to anything you turn your hand to. I loved one of your nominations and I can't paraphrase this and do it any justice, so, "Innovation and adaptation are his unmatched strong suits, and under him, crews have flourished and stories have blossomed, relationships have developed and skills have been gained.... He is humble, exceedingly competent and possessed of a fighting spirit." I really enjoyed participating in the final swings of Capstone and it was a good framework for similar projects in the future, yet again showing where you're paving the way forward for the fleet. It's been rad how you've brought the Captain-At-Large role into the forefront, and one day I will pick your brains over a surgery session. Until then, keep being awesome! @Jarred Thoran - I had the auspicious task of trying to follow you up from last year, and I don't think these Wellington boots you left me with fit all that well for the FLOODS OF NOMINATIONS. It's been so cool to see you take command of the Atlantis and come into a Captain of your own forging this past year, and I know you've got great things ahead. All your nominations weren't shy about how you are a champion of your crew, capable, fair and always willing to listen to their ideas. You're a fantastic leader and the continued success of the Atlantis proves it. Well done, mate. Looking forward to that beer we'll have in the green, green grass of home! @Sal Taybrim - Diplomacy isn't the easiest thing to do sometimes, but you do it well with a level head and an open mind. The nominations I read spoke about how you are the driving force behind Ops, how you mentor with a firm but a steady hand and offer the chance for change to those wise enough and willing to take it. You're behind the scenes being supportive, considerate, stirring and determined, with a wealth of experience in roleplaying that comes through. It's clear to see Ops loves you as a leader and the community wouldn't be the same without you. Congratulations! @Randal Shayne - Ma boi levelled up! Seriously proud of the achievements you've made this year in everything you've done. Of all the chats we've had over this past twelve months, it's been evident how much you care about the group, how much you want to give something back by encouraging the best out of your crew no matter the ship you're on (and our of your friends, too!), and now you get to do exactly that with your own. You are, without doubt, one of the kindest and sharpest people, constant and unwavering support for everything out of character that goes on behind the scenes, and I'm so glad you've got your wings. Go forth, Captain! Do as the Captains do! Always choose the lesser of two weevils! I can't let this go by without saying how much I appreciate you both, here. @Jalana, you're an amazing Captain with an awesome crew, who does so much for keeping our Image Collective inspired, I don't know how you've got the creative energy sometimes. It's been one incredible year doing a deep dive into that with you and finding I've got a friend just over that border to the east. Nominations talked about how you keep high morale, the driving force and "consistent leader, mentor and diplomat" to help your crew shine, how you're a cornerstone of the Fleet, and that's just about as true as it gets. You're excellent and I hope this goes some way to show it! @Tony (Kells), you have been so cool in helping behind the scenes with this award season, I can't even begin. Thank you for your lovingly written presentations for everyone, for that reminder where the Fleet has come from and where the future lies. You had some wonderful nominations which talked about the new flair and dedication you brought to the Captain's Council Magistrate position, and the great changes you've brought about there in aiding collaborative discussion. I've had an earworm for the past six months telling me how amazing you are as a Captain and it's not hard to see when your crew have such energy, passion and dedication to the fleet — your crew is right there behind you with a resounding thunderous roar from the Thor. Thank you for being awesome! @FltAdml. Wolf, so, about next year... ::runs::
  15. 3 points
    Hi Everyone! I'm Dorothy. I live in Huntsville, AL (also known as the Rocket City) and I'm an Aerospace Engineer. I grew up watching Star Trek and have always been a fan, it's part of what inspired me to become an Aerospace Engineer in the first place! I haven't done a ton of writing (insert joke about engineers and writing), but I do have a creative side and I was looking for a good outlet to express my creative half and improve on my writing skills when I stumbled upon Starbase 118 via a Google search. I've honestly never quite done anything like this before, but I'm really excited to be here!
  16. 3 points
  17. 3 points
    I would mostly because I would follow Seven of Nine to hell and back.
  18. 3 points
    VOY's Lineage. I feel like it's constantly overlooked. Yes, it lacks (quite deliberately) 'heart-warming' moments, but it's an important discussion about acceptance in our (and Trek's) society today.
  19. 3 points
  20. 3 points
    You beat me to it! Came here to post this. 100% agree. Outstanding Sim and a really creative use of her character.
  21. 3 points
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    It is always extremely difficult to introduce or let out a character in the very middle of a mission, even more so when a good part of the mission premise is a race against time in which the life of the whole crew relies on working together. Just for that reason, how this SIM solves that conundrum, is worth to be in appreciations, since it does it in an extremely intelligent and elegant manner, becoming a wonderful prelude for the next part of the mission. If we add to that the emotional significance of the scene and how much in character both officers are, conveying the gravity of the situation and the bonds that link them, what we have is a treasure. Thank you very much for this exhibition of good work and great writing @Geoffrey Teller and @Addison MacKenzie (and, again, you'll be DEEPLY missed in the Thor, BOSS!)
  23. 3 points
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    The staff of UFOP: SB118 would like to congratulate all who saw their hard work and dedication pay off this month. Please be sure to congratulate these members when you see them around the forums and chat room! Thor Ben Garcia to Lt. Commander Alieth to Lieutenant JG Wes Greaves to 1st Lieutenant Want to learn more about advancing in rank like these hard-working fleet members? Check out our Promotions Guide on the wiki! The post Promotions for June appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  25. 3 points
    I haven't laughed so hard in a long time! 🤣 Great job, Nyka! ========================================== ((USS Juneau - Sickbay)) Wyss: I gotta know… gotta know if it worked. There was no way she was going to rest until she found out if the syphon was a success. There was also no way she could fight the hands that were ushering her back to the biobed. All she could do to resist was kind of cling to the person so that she didn’t take an embarrassing nose dive straight to the floor. Bellweather:::pulling the blanket up:: Relax Kid, Cadfael has things well in hand, we're all safe'n'sound...thanks to you ::squeezing her shoulder. As soon as Nyka hit the biobed, she gave up the fight and reached for her aching head. Wyss: Uhhgn… why do I feel like I drank the warp core? Bellweather:::smirking:: more like swam through it Luv. ::patting her arm:: you're lucky Karise was here, she saved your life. The use of Doctor Indobri’s first name caused a hiccup in Nyka’s brain for a split second. Personally, Nyka had never called the Rodulan Karise so it took a moment to figure out who she was talking about. That alone added to the crap factor of how she felt. Wait… what the hell was a Cadfael? Was it an acronym for something? Was this dark haired woman named Cadfael? There were so many questions running through the Nyka’s fried head in that singular moment, but she was only able to pluck the most important one from the muck. Wyss: What happened? Indobri: oO You died! That’s what happened! Oo The engineer winced at the painful words. Each one seemed to pierce her skull like a stabby little icepick. The origin of the voice wasn’t clear, but she gathered it was her own conscious yelling at how stupid she had been. Bellweather:::raising a brow:: Outstanding question. I'm not a hundred percent sure what happened but the CHENG was able to keep us from blowing up. As for you, you're out of immediate danger, but will need a lot of rest. My hope is there is no permanent damage ::smiling warmly:: time will tell. Cheng? Was that a person? No, not Cheng. THE CHENG. The Chief Engineer. They had a Chief Engineer? Since when? Just how long had she been unconscious? Wyss: ::sighing:: Ugh. Nothing makes sense... She was trying to recall the events in the M/ARA, but the fragmented information she was hearing only made things more fuzzy and confusing. Nyka’s tone was lit with a heavy shadow of gloom. Her brain felt like it was in a thick fog. Bellweather:::holding her hand:: Hey, I'm right here and so is Karise. ::squeezing her hand:: I don't give up on my patients and I don't expect them to give up on themselves. ::smiling:: You're never alone. Wyss’s hazel eyes drifted up to the… was she a doctor or a nurse? There were two full pips on her collar. She was a Lieutenant. Bingo! That had to count for something. But having come from a place where medical types weren’t to be trusted, Nyka found herself reverting back to that way of thinking. In that moment she actually found herself wishing that Indobri was there, even if it meant tip-toeing around awkward subjects. Wyss: You sound like a stalker. A flat joke. It was the best she could muster to hide her uncertainty about the woman, and well… every-damn-thing. Bellweather:::laughing:: I may have gotten a little jingoistic ::winking:: all the best Doctors do Kid. ::smiling warmly:: As for you just sit back and rest, the Ship is fine, so I'm giving you permission to focus on yourself. ::digging into a pocket:: Here take this and I'll be right back with something for you to drink ::holding out another blue lollipop:: Trust me I'm The Doctor. That answered that question. She was a Doctor. Her name was Doctor Cadfael. Nyka absently twisted the stick of the blue lollipop in her fingers, and then gave a lopsided frown at the cartoon Band-Aid on the back of her hand. She almost smiled at it, but pulled her gaze toward a familiar voice. Indobri: Well, look who has returned to the land of the living! The smile Nyka gave her was soft and welcoming. She was actually grateful to the Rodulan for the humor, and a great many other things. Indobri: You know, if you wanted to get my attention, all you needed to do was buy me a few drinks. Stopping your heart probably wasn’t the best choice. Was Indobri flirting with her, or was Nyka delusional? It was probably best to give a neutral reply. Wyss: Sorry about that. She looked down at the lollipop, and then it registered what was said. Wyss: Wait, did I die? Indobri: ? Nyka was entirely buying it. She remembered passing out a couple of times, but dead? Wyss: Like… a little dead? Or a lot dead? You mean, somewhere in-between dead and not-dead? Like undead? Indobri: ? Wyss: Oh. That kinda sucks. Yep. That sounded seriously serious. The redhead paused in thought and then gradually started to ease a smile. It was customary in her universe to do one thing every time something like this happened. Wyss: So, good news. That makes today officially my new birthday thanks to you. There will be a mandatory party when I get out of here. That definitely wasn’t the standard reaction after having left this plane of existence. Usually somebody might pause and reflect, or somber at their own mortality. Maybe it would hit her harder later, but right now she was feeling pretty dang lucky. She held up a finger to stop any comments. Wyss: But for now… can you sit with me for a moment? oO Don’t say no, don’t say no, don’t say no. Oo There was something she needed to say, and if she waited any longer it was just going to become awkward again. What was coming probably was a bit of a reflection on her life, or better yet a correction. Indobri: ? The redhead scooted over on the bed allowing a space for her to sit. There was a moment of hesitation, mostly to gather her nerve, but also to find some strength physically and mentally to put the words together. Conversation wasn’t exactly easy to produce, but if she didn’t say it now, then it might not ever get said. Wyss: I’m… oO Don’t be an [...], just say it. Oo Wyss: I’m sorry for the way I left things the other morning, ::frown:: and every day after. Like ripping off the Klingon band-aid on her hand. Fast and more painful than it’s supposed to be. Indobri: ? Wyss: Wait, just let me finish. ::beat:: I like you. Like, really like you, and I enjoyed our night together. ::blushing:: Like, really enjoyed it. Oh, for frak’s sake she sounded like a stupid teenage girl. She quickly ran a hand over her face in frustration. This was going poorly. Time to make a course correction. Wyss: Okay, I’m just going to lay it all out. I suck at relationships. I avoid them like the plague. They usually end horribly for me, and I freaked out the other morning because well… If I’m being honest, I don’t usually stick around that long afterwards. Not that I do that kind of thing a lot, but… oh hell. ::it just went from weird to humiliating:: Forget that last part. So here it is, I’d like to get to know you better, and I don’t know maybe we just don’t label it anything right now. You know, in case… I don’t know whatever. ::beat:: That sounded better in my head, and this was a bad idea, and I was dead so I’m not sure what I’m saying. You probably have patients to check on. There. That was an easy out for both of them. Ensign Nyka Wyss Engineering Officer USS Juneau Author ID I238301T10
  26. 3 points
    So WOW. First off, I would like to just say as a “new kid” here, I cannot tell you enough how much discovering this group has meant to me, both personally and professionally. when I found y’all I was very much wondering if writing was really worth the effort and strongly considering packing it all in just for my own sake. but then I found this place and the richness of the community as well as the instantly warm and inclusive group dynamic here just gave me an entirely new perspective on myself as a creative. It is TRULY an honor to get to create with you all here and I count myself very, very lucky that I have a place where I can write JUST for me, alongside some of the kindest and most compelling creatives I’ve ever had the privilege to share a “stage” with. @Oddas Aria, I’m sorry to embarrass you by extolling your virtues publicly (as we all know public speaking it up there with the freaking Gom Jabbar for the good Captain), but I have to do it NOW before you get to a rank where you can throw me a box forever. I couldn’t have asked for a better first Captain. You were always there for me as a PC and were a tremendous editor and co-writer for the arcs I wanted to offer the crew and got me thinking about format and form better than ANY teacher I’ve ever had. I’m so sorry I was annoying but I’m very glad to have served under you. It absolutely made me a better officer. @Randal Shayne, yet another person who would gladly deflect literally everything I am about to type, but it wouldn’t make it any less true. He was another who just always listened, always CARED to listen, and always offered precisely the right advice that you needed in the moment you needed it. And just a total force of love for Star Trek and all the nerdy junk we get up to here. I couldn’t have asked for a better XO for my first posting and I couldn’t have expected to find a better friend here than you, brother. I apologize in advance for all the stupid mission pitches I’m about to send you. To everyone else @Sal Taybrim @Chloe Waters @Melody Delri'ise @Artinus Serinus @Maxwell Traenor @Noa T'Nessa Levinson thank you ALL FROM the BOTTOM OF MY BLACK HEART for being such amazing scene partners and such wonderful writers in your own right that make me want to improve for YOU. To impress YOU. you have all made me such a better fan and writer and creative. I have seemed to run out of words to properly articulate my feelings. I just thank you all so very much. For being here when I truly needed you.
  27. 2 points
    Good point! Is there a secondment scheme? I'd be interested to hear if so! 😛
  28. 2 points
    Yep that is totally what it means 😂
  29. 2 points
    (( Hall 1, Deck 16, Starbase 821 )) Nakada: Commander, who can I speak to about getting back on board the ship? I’d like to help out with the repairs. I have little other work on board the station anyway. Shayne: Good man. I’ll speak to the dock master, but don’t forget- you’ve got enough on your plate already. That paperwork isn’t going to finish itself, and right now, you’re the ranking engineering officer. Keneth was a bit confused for a second, before he caught on, mentally facepalming himself. He was being told to submit the engineering reports, which, considering he was the only engineering officer onboard at the moment, made sense. The tactical officer seemed to have come to a similar conclusion Serinus: Yes sir, seeing as there are currently no Tactical Officers assigned to the Arrow, at least to my knowledge, is it safe to assume that those responsibilities fall on me, as well? Shayne: At least for the time being, yes. I will be reassessing that regularly, but for now, you are our duly notarized Security and Tactical officer. I assume you’re up for it? He didn’t hear the officer’s response, mentally dividing his work. He definitely had It cut out for himself. He was brought back by a curt silence, followed by the realization that the others were watching him. Nakada: Sorry. Yes, sir. I’ll get to the report immediately. Should be done well before we launch. He nodded and turned away, heading towards the turbolift. It was time to see how the ship was doing. (( Main Engineering, Deck 3, USS Arrow )) So, update. The ship was doing fantastically, all things considered. It seemed the starbase crew had given up on the existing warp core after it had “emitted puffs of lemon-scented black vapor and spilled its coolant matrix onto the deck” or as the dock master had put it “it threw up so we yanked it”. They had just replaced the entire assembly, which was surprisingly simple, owing to the existing ejection mechanisms. The new core was purring soundly, plus had a minor upgrade so they could actually sustain Warp 5 without sacrificing other systems, such as the secondary medical computer. He had helped them with the rest of the deck, which had been completely cleaned up with fresh teal paneling, uncracked displays and a spotless floor to top it off. The modularity was a blessing. Entire consoles were just … removed and replaced. In some ways, the urgency of the situation was an agent as well. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t have gotten unlimited use of the industrial replicators without some pulled strings somewhere. There were hidden signs of the expedited timeline though. His audit had revealed that much of the power system had been hastily patched around. While the damaged and destroyed hardware had been cleared, some of the work was … unfavorable. They had had to run nearly all the weapons through just two relays, which was uncomfortably non-redundant, but the remaining lines had been completely trashed and they did not have the time to replace them. He had then proceeded to ask where the holodeck was, so that they could take it offline for the time being. This had lead to a half an hour search, after which a crewman had the excellent sense to consult the computer. The computer had cheekily (that might have been in his head) replied that the only recreational facility onboard was a gymnasium. Keneth just shook his head. The ship was quite old and had been built for the war - at least this meant one less power draw on the system. He’d finished up his report toward late evening, as the starbase personnel had finally departed, leaving an unrecognizable deck and a lonesome PADfD full of data. His quarters were a deck below, which suited him just fine. It meant that it was less likely somebody would show up at two in the morning with an inane request like “should we light the warp core yellow or blue today” or “Dan caught his beard on a plasma conduit” or “can we have a toilet near the Jefferies tube”. For the billionth time, no, he was not going to ask Commander Shayne for a toilet near … how did they even come up with this? In other news, he’d finally trimmed his beard to a less scraggly windswept look, which Crewman Patrick had chided him for. You should look wild!, he’d proclaimed while he stroked his own gigantic face plumes. Keneth told him that any more hair on board and they’d collectively clog the air ducts. Overall, when he sat down on the big chair in his room, he was feeling quite satisfied. He was somewhat nervous about what they were heading into though. Those kind of numbers were last seen … Romulus. He suddenly realized what had been irking him. For all the amazing work the crew had done, they had absolutely no idea what kind of horror show they were about to arrive in. They were a small, weakish ship by any reasonable metric. Starfleet’s main strength has always been it’s people, he reminded himself. They didn’t really churn out officers like the Klingons. It took years of training, resources and dedication to graduate. Their best hope, like always, was to simply outsmart the enemy. He fidgeted with his hot chocolate, his fourth that day, especially since he discovered they had a caffeinated version. There would be more information at the briefing he console himself, as he forced himself to doze off into a fitful sleep. Just outside, the stars burned bright into the void that they would soon be back in.
  30. 2 points
    Hidden in plain sight, the Borderlands have become a hotbed of activity. Reports coming from this sector along the Klingon border speak to increased traffic and activity. From strange signals coming from the Celendi nebula, to reports of potential pirate ships preying on ships using the lone shipping lane through the mostly unexplored and uncharted sector, a wealth of opportunity exists in the vacuum left when the Federation pulled the last ship assigned to the area. Now, it is left to the crew of the newly recommissioned USS Resolution to reach out and discover what is unknown, bring stability back to the region with their presence, and boldly go where no one has gone before! Returning to the golden age of exploration, the versatile Nova class vessel will focus on exploring the Borderlands, which despite being fairly close to StarBase 118 and other well-charted areas of the galaxy, has yet to be fully explored. Like any uncharted region not directly controlled by a distinct power, the Borderlands is home to new races, alliances, and familiar faces. Scientific enigmas dot the area, from the Briar Patch all the way to the Azure Nebula. With so much unknown, the ship is certain to engage in missions that range from diplomacy to pure discovery and everything in between. Critical to the opening of new positions throughout the fleet, this vessel will need a crew with a drive to explore and uphold the best traditions of Starfleet as they blaze their own path to the stars. Ship rosters on new launches tend to close within just a few days of announcement. If you’re interested in joining this new ship, click here now to learn more and submit your transfer. Don’t miss out! The post Ready to join our new ship, the USS Resolution? appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  31. 2 points
    A close run thing but I've gone transporters over replicators although they go hand in hand. Minimizing environmental impact of air/sea/land travel by being able to instantaneously move people and materials from location to location would be a great boost. Maybe I've been in lockdown too long and I'm just craving travel...although we've already seen how reductions in air/road travel have dropped greenhouse emissions. The same is, of course, true of replicators. Being able to resolve issues such as hunger and medicine shortages (and then instantly move them to where they need to be) would improve the quality of life for many around the globe. Warp drives are a great thing but should probably get our own house in order first.
  32. 2 points
    Am quietly tempted to do the whole crew as bobbleheads...
  33. 2 points
    Ladies and gentlemen, We have a winner for QotM June 2397, namely our lovely Doctor Caitríona Cayne with the quote: She nodded eagerly, her head bobbing from side to side like it was attached to an extremely smaller body and she was on top of the Admirals console as the ship took to warp - the bobble head of the USS Gorkon. And for this, she receives this awesome badge made by our finest Jo Marshall (thank you Jo ) Congrats Cait. 🙂 Greets Sami.
  34. 2 points
    I felt compelled to vote warp drive ... but a little voice inside me said no. No, it has to be the Universal Intuitive Mood Lighting (UIML). Need a red alert? Red back lighting and pulse bars already on it. Telling an end of mission joke? Soft, pearl bridge lighting sets you up. Unsure what's going on, but want to sty true to the Prime Directive - saw that coming, that's why UIML set the mood to curious but cautious egg yellow. Then there are the doors - imagine life without that swish.
  35. 2 points
    We all know the best thing would be the replicator, to move to an economy of post-scarcity and blah blah blah... but what we want is the holodeck.
  36. 2 points
    AAVARO WILDS, STARBASE 821 — Recent sudden transfers to and from the Federation flagship of the Aavaro Wilds has Starfleet officials on edge this week as drifting wreckage found. On a routine mission to explore a rogue comet, recently commissioned Federation starship the USS Juneau found more at the mission site. Per a terse, but informative news telex provided to Starbase 821 staff, administrators, and members of the associated press, the ship — while dealing with the ongoing problem of the comet — discovered a second Federation starship listing in the comet’s wake. The USS Arrow, once assigned to the Tyrellian Defense Fleet, was apparently static and without power, drifting into space with no originally posted crew aboard. Since then the Arrow has caused much-heated debate amid the Starbase 821 Command structure with some arguing that they should leave the ship to salvage and others for its safe return and recommission. Stoking the fires of debate is the uncertain nature of the current crew of the Arrow. With the report of the discovery of the ship, another one followed soon after, detailing members of the Wilds flagship Juneau had taken command of the ship. Public Record Duty Rosters also show that various members of the Juneau’s Senior Staff are now missing from that registry. “It is a… strange turn of events, to be sure,” said a source working closely with 821 Command on the matter. “A ship, that has been gone, considered lost for nearly 20 years suddenly showing back up? Out of the clear blue? WITH NO crew, no less? Something about it doesn’t sit right with me about it, I’ll say that much.” Starbase 821 Command declined to comment on possible recommission or refit of the once-forgotten vessel, aside from confirming that the ship has a crew and is in transit toward the base as of the time of this writing. They, however, say they are not at liberty to discuss exactly who that crew is at the moment nor give any hints as to the ship’s future in the Quadrant. More on this story as it develops. The post Rumors of Flagship Crew Shakeup Rattle Federation Officials in Aavaro Wilds appeared first on Federation News Service. View the full article
  37. 2 points
    I have to vote for replicators as well. Have to solve problems on Earth before you can explore the cosmos! Hunger issues, industrial supply limitations, medical breakthroughs ... all improved by replicator technology. That advancement would naturally lead to more effort and manpower being directed toward other tech advancements which could then be discovered faster than they otherwise would have been. So, all of us need to work on improving 3D printers - the tech that is closest to becoming true replicators from Star Trek.
  38. 2 points
    I have to vote for warp drives. I feel the ability to travel to different planets would help solve a multitude of the problems we face on Earth. And it’s just plain cool!
  39. 2 points
    Talar Beck sighed as he felt the transport vessel jolt slightly as it docked with Starbase 118, whoever the pilot of this transport was they were terrible. Once everybody else had finished scrambling to their feet, grabbing their bags and rushing to get out of the transport quicker than everyone else, Beck got up and slung his bag over his shoulder. The bag was light and contained only a few items and a change of clothes, it was everything he owned, and it all fitted into one small bag. The transport door opened and the people ahead of him rushed out to go where ever they were heading, Beck walked slowly as he strolled into the docking area of the Starbase. He soon realised that he probably should have listened to his academy instructors and read up about where he'd be spending his cadet cruise. When he saw that he'd been assigned Starbase 118 the first thought was to ask how he's expected to fly a starbase. He thought back to what lead him to this moment, he was one of many Bajorans who now entered starfleet since Bajor's admittance into the Federation nine years ago. Some wanted to share experiences that the Emissary had, and some wanted to experience life off of Bajor. Beck didn't know what he wanted, and frankly he didn't really care, he just lived life day by day seeing wjat would happen. All he wanted to do was fly a ship, it was the only thing he was good at, he just about scrapped through his four years at the academy, a couple instructors had vouched for him when he was nearly kicked out of the academy, they said he could prove himself on his cadet cruise. He said everything he needed to say to make people believe he would prove himself. Beck's problem was that he didn't have purpose, he didn't know what he wanted to do. A small part of him wanted to find that at Starbase 118. He walked over to an information terminal and read through, he retrieved his PAD that stated where he needed to be at a specific time for briefing, he found the right holodeck and made his way over. He'd be a few hours early, but he didn't much care about anything else. People noticing Beck would see a pretty unremarkable person, short, dark hair, receding despite his young age and just fit enough to barely pass Starfleet's fitness tests, he was a little taller than average and walked with his head down looking at the floor, only ever looking up to check he was going the right direction.
  40. 2 points
    I think this situation highlights where our format can produce some incredible and dramatic storytelling - @Wes Greaves invoked these very accessible and believable newlywed officers in his first sim (The Cost, below) and I was immediately struck by the personal nature of the storytelling within the context of a larger disaster aboard ship. I spoke to him over Discord and, with his blessing, built upon his start. Lets hope things work out for these two
  41. 2 points
    This kind of stuff is why we can't have anything nice on the USS Thor... and why I love hate writing with those nerds Good Job Guarantee @Geoffrey Teller
  42. 2 points
    This is a direct punch in the feelings, you are warned. This is Mr. Walsh's first (and so far only) SIM, the view of what is happening on the USS Thor from the viewpoint of one of those nondescript characters that fill the background of our scenes, that manages to summarize, rather promptly, the emotional cost of what the "officers at the top" are trying to fix. Really, really well written and an excellent sample of the good work of @Wes Greaves I won't forgive you this, sir.
  43. 2 points
    I actually like the Enterprise theme song. Please don't throw things at me! Back when I was on the Columbia I made the following intro credits view and set it to Mr. Mister's "Kyrie". The lyrics of the song repeat the phrase "kyrie eleison" which in English means "Lord, have mercy." I thought the concept of looking for a deity's blessing on your travels was a nice theme that went well with the exploration of the far reaches of the galaxy and venturing into the unknown that was our ship's assignment. As far as the Gorkon goes, I believe our theme song would more appropriately be party-oriented - something upbeat and catchy. Something like "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO. 😀
  44. 2 points
    Insert obligatory hatred of Faith of the Heart here But also This.
  45. 2 points
    For me personally I think instrumental suits the Atlantis but it’s gotta be this piece.
  46. 2 points
    When the phasers stop firing ... when all the colonists are saved ... when the ship warps out of the system, we can all give a big sigh of relief. Of course, we enjoy our missions but the time in between provides a great opportunity to reflect on other things. Perhaps we converse with our shipmates about how the mission has affected us. Maybe we expand on our character's backstory or history. We might even get into a little side-story trouble! No matter what happens, it is these sims that pull our character off the screen and give them life and depth. We love to expand the depth of our characters through personal stories. Some of the best character moments we get within the plot is when the personal stories of our characters are threaded throughout. The ongoing build up creates momentum over time. But nearly as important as the story is the setting. The backdrop can add flavor to a sim. Does your character fancy a workout in the gym? Maybe a relaxing trip to Holodeck 3? Chatting over drinks in Ten-Forward? Whether at a duty station or engaging in off-duty activites, our little people get around the ship! Where do you find yourself taking your primary character to tell the really personal stories that show us who your character is?
  47. 2 points
    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 June. This first graph depicts the number of applications that the fleet has received each month this year. The month of June saw 19 new applications which marks the month as the second in a row with the record high for new applicants so far this year. This is an increase of two new applicants over the previous month. 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 June. The fleet saw eleven new graduates during June, which is a slight decline over the previous months but still a strong number. We also had four applicants who applied during June, but whose training did not finish until after the beginning of July. 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 June 2020 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  48. 2 points
    Aly - I know I'm writing this scene with you, but I want you to know that you are doing a wonderful job of realistically portraying Sheila and her struggles. Your narrative here is growing ever stronger, and more compelling and I am so engaged in her struggles. You have done a fantastic job! <3 OOC - This sim has mention of abuse, not graphic. All thoughts and opinions are of that of my character. ((CO’s Office – The Hub – StarBase 118)) Bailey: It should. Sheila knew that she was sliding backwards. When she left home for the academy she didn’t have a reminder of her Uncle. Maybe that was because she was getting used to a whole new level of gravity. Her Uncle didn’t even come up when she was first posted to Federation starship. She guessed that her mind had just been strong for too long and it was finally time to face what he had done to her. Overall she was in a constant internal battle where she had a desire to be strong. That was now coming up against that small voice in her head that threw back everything her Uncle said to her; put it right back into her face. Taybrim: ::Gently:: And why would you say that? Bailey: I’ve struggled, in my younger years, to not believe all the abusive things my Uncle told me. Not hurt myself in similar ways. Sal nodded, showing that he was listening. Sheila appreciated that. Taybrim: That is one of the most difficult things you will grapple with. But you can overcome it. Could she overcome what he had done to her? In a way it would always be with her but she could get to a point that it would no longer bother her, that the thoughts would no longer come up and that she would no longer feel she would have to tell her commanding officers what had happened. Those thoughts didn’t come as a surprise to her. She knew the medical science behind what she was going through as she studied it in her training. Sal however made it all that much more real. He spoke reassuringly. He didn’t sugar coat anything. Bailey: I feel that if someone tells you, you are a failure so many times one can not only start believing that but acting like that as well. Taybrim: It is, most unfortunately, a natural part of a being’s ability to learn that means that if you are taught something with enough repetition – including a destructive lie, that the brain will pick up that pattern and absorb it. You are not weak for that, you are simply sentient and capable of learning – a trait that your abuser took advantage of. Sheila was now feeling very uncomfortable. She had told other people but never in this much detail. It physically hurt. Not like the panic she felt during the mission but much more like someone was squeezing her. She pulled off her sweater leaving it on the floor by her chair. She also realized that yes her Uncle had taken advantage of her. He took advantage of her in so many different ways. He had told her that no one other than him would want her. That she couldn’t outshine others; that would draw too much attention to her. Lead to mistakes. And everytime she did something he didn’t approve of he showed her physically that she had messed up. Usually what he did was pull at her hair and throw her around. It would give her a loss of control. These uncomfortable thoughts had her telling her friend, who was sitting across from her, about the worst thing he had done to her. Bailey: I have a permanent reminder of what he did. Under her sweater she was wearing a simple white tank top which made it easier for her to show Sal the small white but still visible scar that she has on her upper spine. She turned around in her chair to do so. The scar didn’t hurt anymore but it left a slight phantom pain anytime she brushed her fingers along it. She was only glad that it was in a hard to reach location as well as in a place that she couldn’t see when she looked in the mirror. Bailey: You see that there? That small white scar? He did that to me and it won’t go away. ::her voice sounded desperate:: Taybrim: I am so very sorry, Sheila. ::His voice was tender, soft.:: No one deserves to have that sort of pain and abuse done to them. No one deserves to have that reminder carried with them. No one as bright or as compassionate as you ever deserves to have their world twisted by an abuser. I am so very sorry. Sal wasn’t faking his honest sympathy. Bailey: I know I don’t deserve what he did to me. ::she turned to get more comfortable in her seat:: I just...feel like I’m stuck in this endless loop of failure. It feels hopeless right now. Taybrim: No ::He shook his head gently, watching her move back into a more comfortable position.:: I don’t think it is hopeless or that you will fail in your career. I think you are farther along the path to recovery than you think you are, but I also know that yes, the road ahead is difficult. Bailey: It’s going to be hard. I know that for a hard cold fact. I studied about the subject in medical school. It’s however not the same thing as fighting the criminals of Starfleet. We go after then as we have strong evidence as to them committing criminal acts. My Uncle, he not only hurt me but after he would tell me how good I was or how much I wanted it. Words like that. Working in Starfleet was easy as they had clear reasons to go after the people they did. Bailey herself knew that the “death fog” was deadly based on its chemical makeup, so in her mind it was a clear black line of bad. With her Uncle however he seemed to go back and forth between black and white so quickly and easily that she wasn’t sure if it really was his intention to hurt her. What she later learned was that yes he did have a reason to hurt her and her sisters. Of course he hurt them less then her but that never made that any easier. Taybrim: I believe in you. I know you can do this. Again, you’ve already taken the first step – you recognize what your Uncle did and you called it out – abuse. You can see it, and you can talk to people about it – that’s not easy and it shows you are strong and brave. Sal’s tone was firm, reassuring. Bailey: I’ve told those I felt had a right to know. I still find it hard to tell myself that I was told lies my whole life. Even when I do it doesn’t make it better. Taybrim: You learned these abusive things through repetition, continually being taught them. You can unlearn them through repetition and continually being taught something else. And, you’re right – simply telling yourself that it’s a lie won’t help. You can know that it’s a lie and still feel those emotional welling within you because you’ve been taught that guilt and shame by a horrible person. You have to unlearn those basic responses. The Elaysian woman hardly knew what to say at that. In all honesty she felt a bit choked up. Her body was cold but if she put her sweater back on she felt like she would overheat. With that she left her sweater on the floor. It was a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Sheila could feel the anticipation of what Sal was going to say. Throughout their conversation it was the first time she hadn’t spoken which got her mind thinking in a million different directions. Taybrim: This may be the hardest part for you. You are a medical officer, a compassionate soul who is dedicated to caring for others. But you need to re-establish your own sense of self beyond what your Uncle taught you. That means setting up a sense of self-preservation where you reinforce the self you believe in when your Uncle’s voice haunts you. ::He leaned forward a bit to explain.:: The reason this will feel so difficult for you is because you will need to be a little selfish. You may not be able to endure other’s emotional trauma while you are protecting yourself and re-establishing a new sense of self outside of your Uncle’s abuse. Sheila Bailey didn’t completely freak out at Sal’s words. From the tension she felt she thought he was going to tell her that she was going to have to step away from Starfleet for a time. If she left she was going to break down fully no doubt about it. But was that what Sal was meaning? She wasn't sure. Sheila figured that he didn’t but thinking about it she in fact didn’t know. Her brain was torn between what she knew and what she felt. In the end her feelings won out. Her feelings won out to the point that she started tearing up. Bailey: You're not asking me to quit my job are you? Taybrim: Response Bailey: I...I don’t understand. Taybrim: Response Bailey: Okay..Okay..::Sheila was taking deep breaths as she spoke. Her breath was shaky however, making her feel slightly more uncomfortable:: Let me backup. My Uncle abused me. That is a fact. Sheila was trying to recap some of what they had talked about in order to try and understand what Sal, her friend, was asking her. Make sure those feelings that had her thinking she was going to have to quit could lose. If she broke it down then they would lose and she would be left knowing what she knew all along. That Sal was only asking her to limit herself and know her boundaries. And throughout their conversation he was guiding her through finding herself in a way that didn’t connect to her abuser. Taybrim: Response Bailey: I know it could affect my work, not that I’m going to let it. I am a compassionate person and work strongly in helping others. You’ve just got my brain fighting against my heart. I know your not asking or even telling me to quit right? Taybrim: Response As she listened to the man in front of her talk she went about wiping her eyes, her breathing slowing. She had just been confronted with her biggest fear but she knew the right outcome even through the confusion. Sheila was glad that she had taken a step back and asked for clarification. Bailey: Thank you. I’m just so scared. How do I move forward when I work in medicine? Taybrim: Response TBC/TAG Lieutenant JG Sheila Bailey Medical Officer Starbase 118 Ops M239512BG0
  49. 2 points
    Totally depends on the character! I get the best character development when I'm writing with someone else, getting that bounce back and forth that makes you question the character's motivations.
  50. 2 points
    I tend to mix it up a little - typically for character building sims or the like I try and show off some little known areas of ships/bases. Try and help expand on the ship and add the odd detail here and there.
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