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  1. ((Sickbay, Deck Two, USS Resolution)) Adea: You’ll have to use the holoemitters for our EMH, but they should work. Should being the operative word. He turned to T’Suran, and ran his hand through his matted hair. A finger caught on what was either a knot or a clot or something, and he pulled it free, shaking the hair that came with it off and onto the floor. Adea: In the meantime, we need to keep Nusin alive for as long as possible. T’Suran: Response With time running out – or perhaps not – to save Nurse Nusin, Dwich brought all of the ’bay’s holoemitters online to prepare for the surgery. Meidra approached his side and he gestured to the screen, which was presumably showing a diagram of how the procedure would work. Genkos grabbed an anabolic protoplaser, and began to try and hastily repair the damage to Nusin’s lungs, with T’Suran’s help. It was slow work, but it was keeping him alive. For now. Hamsan: I don’t need to lecture you on holography. ::grinning:: I know you’ve got some skills and talents in that regard. ::beat:: But the size, shape, and placement of the lungs have to be calibrated down to the micron. Getting the measurements right is our main concern. Sirin: How would you suggest we proceed? Hamsan: Try scanning the transporter logs. Hopefully Nusin has taken a trip through the transporter recently. Genkos’ hands were trembling as he kept replicating the pleura for Nusin’s eviscerated lungs; he was absolutely appalled by the damage. It was as if someone had transported a miniature kukek beast in there, let it rampage for sixty seconds and then beamed it straight out again. Sirin: It looks like he has. I’m not completely sure what our next steps are. You’ll have to walk me through the surgery. Hamsan: Absolutely. First thing we have to do is - There was a pause in Dwich’s speech, although Genkos didn’t look up from his work until the next time the poor Bajoran boy in Sickbay spoke. Hamsan: What is that? Adea: What is what? ::he looked up and saw the electrical surge travelling through Sickbay’s systems:: Oh... It continued moving across every electrical device, getting closer and closer to where they all were standing. Suddenly, it picked up speed, and crackled across the floor and up into the console on which Meidra’s hands were currently resting. Dwich quickly grabbed her hands and removed them from the transparent aluminum surface before she would be shocked. Hamsan: Meidra, get away from that. Genkos raised his own hands and his brain told his mouth to shout, but it was too late. Dwich was standing between Meidra and the sparking console when it exploded. All of his muscles involuntarily contracted, and he stood frozen in position, supported by the massive amount of electricity coursing through his body. A moment later, it dissipated, and Dwich collapsed to the deck. Genkos rushed to his side, the cane clattering to the ground, as Kali’s voice came through the speakers overhead. He barely registered her voice as he looked up to stare into Meidra’s eyes. Nicholotti: =/\= Bridge to Engineering. Prepare to eject the core at breach minus 30 seconds. =/\= Hamsan: ::weakly:: Meidra, Nusin needs you. He needs the lungs–– Dwich exhaled and died. Genkos slumped back, utterly defeated. He turned and looked up at T’Suran, who shook their head. It appeared too that Nusin had passed. Genkos struggled to his feet, his arm pushing down on a biobed, slipped and fell to the floor, totally beaten by the situation. His head fell and his chest rose and fell with harsh, wracking sobs, and he didn’t even notice when the warp core was ejected and then blew up. It would have been a bit of a relief. (( 5 minutes earlier )) Genkos reopened his eyes and saw he was back in his office again. He slammed down a fist on his desk and then shook it vigorously when that really hurt. He leapt to his feet, and rushed out of his office, his cane lying forgotten on the floor. He looked at Nusin and pointed to the nearest biobed. Adea: There, now. Nusin rolled his eyes, but lay down only a few seconds before whatever happened, happened. Genkos felt his previously clean arms become steeped in gore again, and he threw anabolic protoplasers to both Meidra and T’Suran. Adea: Pluera, now. Genkos pulled the biobed’s arm up and over the Bolian nurse as the doors to Sickbay, and he heard Dwich’s voice call out to them. Hamsan: ::to Meidra:: You were just about to say I look horrible. Relief flooded through him, but there was very little time to waste; they needed to stabilise Nusin, and fast. Adea: Grab a protoplaser, and get Nusin stabilised. I’m not losing them again. Sirin / T’Suran: response Genkos looked up briefly in between micro-operations and saw Dwich was still standing in the doorway, pointing at the console that had previously killed him. Adrenaline shot through his body, as well as a curious [...]tail of rage, frustration and despair. Hamsan: That console overloaded and electrocuted me. Adea: It did, but not this time. Sirin / T’Suran: response Hamsan: What is going on? Genkos looked down at his patient, and Nusin looked him in the eyes. A small smile crossed the Bolian’s face as they shook their head briefly. Genkos knew what they were saying, that it was hopeless, that the third time wasn’t the charm, and that they should stop. Genkos grit his teeth to stop the tears from overwhelming him, and in that moment his guard was let down. Emotions flooded him from all over the ship; pain, fear, desperation and confusion. There was something else, a strong feeling of curiosity, but it was all gone as quickly as it came, and Genkos rebuilt those walls that kept the outside feelings at bay. It was the last thing any of them needed. Adea: No, Nusin. We will keep fighting for your life. Every. Single. Time. Nusin tried to speak, but lost consciousness, and Genkos looked up at the three medical professionals still conscious. Adea: I have no idea what’s going on here, but I’m not giving up on Nusin. Not now, not ever. Protoplasers to the ready, they seem to stop them from dying in the short term. ::he looked over at Dwich:: Keep away from any consoles, I’m not losing anyone today. Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran: response As they worked, Genkos felt that curiosity pique again at the back of his neck. It wasn’t his curiosity, that was for sure, it was something stronger, something more… primal. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he recognised the immense power of those thoughts. He was reminded of a happening on the Gorkon, when they had all been imprisoned in a science experiment that returned them to the alternate universe for the Skarbek. A science experiment that had been carried out by a… by a… Adea: Q. Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran: response Genkos looked over at Meidra and raised an eyebrow. With her partly El-Aurian senses, there may be something she could sense better than he. After all, he remembered reading that the El-Aurians had a curious past with the Continuum. Adea: Can you sense anything, Meidra? Anything… powerful? Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran: response Tags/TBC ----------------------- Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD Second Officer & Chief Medical Officer USS Resolution G239502GS0
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  2. ((Central Park, Deep Space 3)) Most people met in the many visitor destinations available in the area. Most people chose to share their time over meals, or partaking in some activity of mutual amusement. Most people found enjoyment among the throngs of other people, each seeking something that brought them that moment of excitement, joy, or connection with others. Ash MacKenna was not most people. In the dimly lit space under one of the largest trees in the living park, the red-head’s emerald eyes sparkled as they reflected the light of an artificial moon. Recorded sounds of a stream and what nighttime creatures might have existed on some faraway world allowed each visitor of the area a kind of privacy that didn’t exist elsewhere, especially since there were few who came there, especially at night. Her breath was steady, slow, and almost held in anticipation. It had been far too long since she had felt his touch and looked into his eyes without a screen or hologram between them. Her heart danced as she watched the path. Finally...the silhouette that appeared coming towards her held the same stature, had the same walk...Ash could only contain her excitement long enough for him to step out from the first bunch of trees into the moonlight before she took off running and launched herself into his arms. -- He had no right to be so slow. He wanted this, desperately. He’d pushed the Arrow’s engines harder than was wise by any means to get here quickly, no doubt causing some consternation belowdecks. He’d waited impatiently for permission to dock, and before he’d even settled on rest and reorganization protocols with the dockmaster, he’d come here, racing through the mostly-empty habitat sectors and main thoroughfares, until the soft, wafting, incongruous scents and sounds of an open-air park ensnared him, and beckoned him forward with babbling brooks and the excitement of possibility… She was there, waiting for him. He didn’t see her, but they didn’t require that. They just… knew. He did, at least. The scene was too perfect to be without her, and yet, the closer he got amidst the bushes and winding paths, the farther his mind wandered. He wanted to be closer to her than was possible, as if they could leave their forms behind and just float within and around one another. But the problem was… he still wasn’t sure what his self was. The incident with the Gentii was not the most difficult mission Shayne had ever undergone, nor the most taxing, but it might well have been the most consequential. He was no stranger to the disquieting sensation of not belonging, but there was no doubt in his mind that there was a violation here that not even R’Ariel’s gracious counseling had been able to cure. He felt… invaded, and the memories that weren’t his, mingled grotesquely with the ones that were, left him a stranger in his own meatsuit, and a scoundrel in his own soul. So it was with a wave of emotion he could never quite quantify that he saw the red and gleaming hair of his beloved, sitting under a large, placid tree, in almost the exact way he’d been dreaming of since their departure. And when she ran to him, it took no strength to hold her, no resolve to lift her, so great was his delight. Their foreheads gently touched, and Shayne breathed in like his soul was being refilled with every inhale. And then, delicately, he placed his lips on hers. In that instant, his failures and problems just… didn’t count for anything. Not while he held her. Those arms...there was warmth there that she hadn't really felt for far too long. There was strength that had built a protective wall around her, in which nothing could touch her. As she breathed in, she took in everything she missed while they had been apart; the way his hair fell just so, the warm feel of his body so close against her, and even his scent, which highetened every one of her past desires to be where he was. But when he kissed her, that was the moment when she lost any sense of anything around them. It all faded into the background almost as if it never existed anyways. It was a vessel she drank from hungrily, daring time to move forward and take the moment away from her like it did everything else. The fire that was inside burned hot, its flames fanned by the fact that they had been apart for so long. There was only so much a screen could offer. But like all things, the moments moved and time marched on, leaving her breathless, his arms around her and hers around him, their bodies as close as the laws of physics would allow, and her eyes firmly locked on his. MacKenna: I’ve missed you. Shayne reached down, and with the most delicate motions has calloused hands could provide, entwined his fingers in hers. He felt her pulse, strong and vital, and he slowly brought her palm to his chest, resting it there and clasping it protectively. Shayne: You were never gone. But there was only so much he could keep within. And that's when she saw the shadow behind his eyes. It was clear he was just as happy to be there, in that moment with her, but there was something else, something deeper and yet unshared. For a moment she watched, waited, and downright refused to lose any moment with him, and yet, the shadow scared her, a strange feeling knotting up in the pit of her stomach. She held on, perhaps a bit tighter, before she asked. MacKenna: Are you okay? How foolish he’d been to think he could keep it under wraps. How proud. But while his control was lacking, and his partner’s perception was effective, he could make the here and now matter. If it weren’t for restraint, he would have held her tighter, manifesting the solidity without that he demanded of himself within. But he was in control of himself here, because MacKenna was here. Ash was here. His strength was here. Shayne: I will be okay. It was a promise, a statement, a goal, a truth- whatever it had to be to not take away from their togetherness. No amount of Gentii interference or mind entanglement or bureaucracy or paperwork or space or cruel wisps of fate and whim would keep him from her, within this moment. Tomorrow, they could die. Therefore tonight, they would live. He didn’t have to force the smile that came forth from his ruddy features. Shayne: Besides, I’ve seen your missions- if anyone’s got reason to worry, it’s me. It was his way of staying connected, staying alive with Ash in the moment, while covering the fact that her profession, indicated by a black collar and a penchant for glistening mystery in her verdant eyes, scared the hell out of him. He had phasers and sensors and a ship that purred beneath him. Where MacKenna’s missions took her, not even those simple pleasures could be depended on. Shayne: Are you okay? He wanted to dance with her, and hold her, and feel her beside him, and look at the stars with her, and talk about the latest events of the galaxy, and just… give all he had to her. But before any of that, he had to be there for her, in whatever form that entailed. He appraised her affectionately, wiping away all other concerns and presenting unto her a temporarily blank slate upon which she might place any cares or fears or injuries. If she were to turn to sand, he would catch her, and cradle her into cohesion once more. Ash knew what he referred to, what he was reaching for. Being a Captain in Starfleet awarded him unique access to some things, but she was all but certain that it was the redactions in the reports, and the things left out that had him worried. Being that the universe had deemed to bring them back together while she was on one such covert mission, he had good reason to be. There was safety in numbers, and within ships. In her profession, there were rarely ships, and almost never numbers except those against you. But now, unlike she thought then, she had something worth fighting for. And fight she would to return to this very place. To his arms. To home. MacKenna: I will be. A soft, but well knowing smile washed across her face in the moonlight. Fear was a powerful motivator, but love was perhaps stronger. It was a light that shone brighter than any star in the galaxy, capable of lending the strength to move mountains - or fight insurmountable odds just to get home. The adoration shone in her eyes as she gripped his hand around hers just a bit tighter as if to mean that she wasn't letting go. MacKenna: We will be. Whatever demons he fought he would not fight alone. Though she often second guessed herself and found herself shying away from so much for fear of failure, and for fear of letting those around her down, she knew that together they could handle anything. He was the perfect fit, the missing piece to the puzzle that made up Ash MacKenna. And while duty dictated that they could not be physically together as often as she would have liked, distance, nor any of the hellbound chaos that the universe put in her way would keep her from him. Shayne: Then I will not be afraid. The words danced in the air between them just as the first tiny drops of artificial rain fell from above. A method of ensuring a most natural experience while keeping the flora healthy and alive, the station's rain was nothing short of magical. Bits of moonlight became obscured by artificial clouds as the mist turned into defined droplets that hit them without discrimination from the surrounding scene. Like the confession, or the declaration, had been waited on by the universe with baited breath, the first droplets of rain fell upon them. He almost burst out into explosive laughter at the simple, gorgeous absurdity of it, but perfection was rare, and the family lineage of Shayne knew well the ease with which something could be scared away. Ash laughed, uninhibited by the typical plaguing thoughts that muddled up her mind, taking both of his hands and pulling him around in a circle. Like the waves of some far off ocean, the water poured down on them, and with its passing, washed away all of the sins of time gone by. For the first time in a long time she felt lighter than air, as if dancing with him in the rain took her above the clouds and among the stars themselves. Pulling herself back into him she stopped for a moment. It felt like everything around them stopped for that moment as she leaned her head against the side of his and whispered in his ear. MacKenna: I love you Randal Shayne. And then she leaned back just enough to look him in the eye, with two pools of emerald green. Held within was a kind of depth and fire that accentuated the words in a way that no other words or actions could. Shayne: I love you Ash MacKenna. He knew he didn’t have to say it- and that was the beauty of what they had, the sheer, ridiculous, improbable joy of their connection. They didn’t have to talk to speak. Nevertheless, confirming it, stating it, carving it into the runes of reality was just one more way to ensure that what they had, here and now, was forever solid, forever theirs. Shayne: Come with me. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, his ease and trust letting his mind again run rampant in a way he almost never permitted. But the sheer panic that arrived an instant later passed just as quickly as he realized that he wasn’t just asking- he was praying. He didn’t want to let her go, in any way. Intertwining her fingers in his with both hands she looked up at him through the rain-soaked tendrils of flame-red hair that fell around her face. The rain brought a chill, but the heat shared between them was more than enough to keep it away. MacKenna: Okay. The explicit trust conveyed could not have been more firmly stated. She’d follow him to the edge of the universe, and through any of the hells that may or may not exist out there. With him beside her, she had no fear of the future, or anything it might hold. Shayne was a private man. Reserved, steady. Occasionally hot-headed but exceptionally good at hiding his true intentions and feelings when necessary. So it was both an indication of his trust in MacKenna, and his absurd shock, that he stuttered repeatedly. There was no sign of amusement in her eyes, no indication that she was kidding. Shayne: Wh- EH? You… mean that? Don’t joke about this, Ash. Please don’t. He hadn’t allowed himself to even hope that his desperate plea would be answered- if he started, only to lose that hope he never had… Ash searched his eyes and offered a look of honest resolve reflected in her own. Starfleet had a way of pulling families apart and scattering love across the galaxy in its own spectacular way. Their history together was a testament to this fact, but one that she was wholly ready to depart from. As she caught herself lost in the desperation of his gaze, she knew she had to fight to walk the path with him now. She never let her eyes drift, holding him in a solidly locked gaze. MacKenna: I mean what I say. I want to be where you are, with every ounce of my soul. He had to believe her, he was her sun, moon, and all of the stars in her galaxy. She was done saying goodbye. Ash was one of very, very few people able to burrow past the thick armor of his uniform, and touch the heart. He was used to people trusting in him- because they had to, because they were trained to, because there really wasn’t any other way to work. But this… was trust on a level so utterly vast and different that it could only be a foundation for something beautiful. He let it settle around him, and when the final adjustments were in place, made metaphorically over a period of several seconds, a wide grin spread on his face like a teenager. Shayne: But… your career, your missions- it’s not fair of me to ask you to leave that. It was in that moment that everything this might take started to poke at the edges of her consciousness, but for the first time in a very long time - perhaps ever - Ash did not feel overwhelmed. They would face complications. He was a Starfleet Captain, and she an Intelligence operative, but they had some very powerful forces on their side. After all, he was a Starfleet Captain, and she happened to know a few. MacKenna: It won't be easy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Complications muddied the path now, but she kept her emerald eyes locked on his, waiting for him to acknowledge her words; waiting to jump in with him. He knew it. Knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was completely serious, and completely willing to leap forward with him. He itched to join her in the long fall towards possibility. Shayne: I… don’t think I could be much happier than right now. He giggled slightly, the mirth overwhelming his defenses. An amused grin washed over her, a sparkle dancing in her eyes. He’d not shied from those complications, nor whatever trials this might bring. The fight would be theirs to face together, and they would do so in solidarity. A kind of glee found its way through the hard shell of a mask that comprised the man before her, exposing what lay beneath; the intrinsic being both whom she needed, and who needed her. MacKenna: What? Shayne: Nothing, it’s just… I guess the crew’s going to have to get used to me smiling a little more often. And he would be- if this was real, and not a dream, or an illusion, or a memory that wasn’t actually his, he couldn’t imagine feeling any better. Finally, they'd be together. Properly, this time. The way they should have been for years. Around them, the rain slowed, leaving them soaked. Large drops fell from the tips of her now-auburn hair and ran down her pale skin. The moon reappeared in all its glory, casting upon them an almost holy light, as if the universe had sanctioned this moment for no one other than the two of them. The scent of dirt, just after a rain, rose to meet them as the last of the clouds drifted off and the sounds of the night returned. But if anything beyond him existed, Ash did not notice. Taking her hands still intertwined in his, she pulled his arms around her until she was secure in his hold, with her body pressed against his, and slowly loosed her fingers from between his. With eyes lost so completely in those that gazed back at her, and with such adoration, Ash faded into a near trance, her fingertips slowly tracing up his arms to his neck and resting there. Absentmindedly wandering, one hand ran down along his jawline, ending with a single, delicate finger on his lips. She finally blinked, as if coming out of a deep thought, and smiled slightly, but very, very seriously as she moved her hand to meet her other behind his neck. And then Ash MacKenna spoke words with a kind of tenacity that was unknown to her, except for when it came to him. MacKenna: Marry me. To anyone who might have been watching, the scene might have played out like a movie. The look in his eyes was answer enough to the audience, clearly reflective of the love he had for the woman he held protectively in his arms. To the same, the kiss that followed was enough to make even the most stout romantics look away and blush, and if fireworks could go off in the midst of the monsoons, the moment would have made it happen. As for Ash, she was having trouble controlling the flood of emotions in that moment, which was perhaps where the question - no, the statement - had come from. But maybe that was alright. Maybe here, in these arms, especially in this moment, that didn't matter. Maybe it wouldn't matter ever again. Maybe, just maybe, the universe was finally going to be as it should be. There was a sensation Shayne didn’t understand, didn’t recognize at first. The warmth of her presence, the glow of her affection, the trust in her eyes… it was all so familiar, and it was all he could do not to melt. But there was another… something there. Something that waited patiently for him beyond the gates. Something that waited its turn for him to let it in. Alone, he could never accept it, never stand his ground against it, never expose himself to it. But here, held… swaddled in the unconditional light of MacKenna, he could. And when he opened the gate, he found… what he’d been missing. The uncertainty and the doubt and the self-confusion… it all disappeared. It might return, and inwardly he knew that. He was ready for it. But he also knew that the person before him was his completeness, and when she spoke those two most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his life, he could only smile, lip quivering. With a deft hand, he touched his combadge. Shayne: =/\= Two to beam to Captain’s Quarters, USS Arrow. =/\= In the last moment before the beams whisked them away, Shayne held MacKenna’s hand in his. ((Deck 2, Captain’s Quarters, USS Arrow)) The red glow from installed lights mixed with the golden hugh of lamps about the room, and the soft hues played nicely on the bulkheads and illuminated their space against the stars. It wasn’t quite as romantic as their former locale, but they could return shortly if they desired, and in any case, his quarters possessed something the arboretum could not. Without letting go of MacKenna’s hand, Shayne reached over toward the nearby cabinet, where a small box sat. Velvet and black, it seemed to sink into his hand until he opened it. The white cloth inside cushioned the pair of rings that sat beside one another- black as space with sprinklings of white, pin [...]ed stars upon them. softly. In his mind, his next words were confident, suave and romantic. In reality, his breathy voice betrayed his unparalleled delight, excitement, and joy. Shayne: I, ah… suppose I’m a little late on the draw here, but… With trembling fingers, he picked up one of the rings. Carefully, he brought it close to its compatriot, until both began to glow subtly, exuding a cautious but insistent warmth as a result of their proximity. The wonder could not have been hidden from her eyes if she tried, nor would she want it to be. This moment was more magical than she ever could have imagined, with what he had revealed to her being even more consequential than the mere fact that she had asked him in the first place. Their souls were in the same place, on the same plane, intertwined as one. And it was all such an amazingly beautiful thing to behold. Shayne: ...better late than never. He knew the answer. He knew she knew the answer. And yet, the question still lingered, thick in the air. Shayne could only smile with his whole heart as every part of him responded at once. Shayne: Of course. He leaned in, and placed the most gentle kiss on her lips. Nothing had ever felt more certain in his life, and that certainty had never given him such perfect delight. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was happy. And she knew now that she was finally home in the most fulfilling, most perfect, most complete sense that ever could be. TBC... Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Intelligence Officer USS Arrow R238605KN0 and Captain Randal Shayne Commanding Officer USS Arrow NCC 69829 G239202RS0
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  3. In other words.... a normal Monday for the crew of the Resolution.
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  4. @Alora DeVeau You must've been a cat in a former life because you write for one really well! ((Pirate Ship Drowning Band – Somewhere in the Ventilation Systems)) Sachiko was not a normal cat. It hadn’t taken long for Alora to figure that out. When she had been given the little critter, the only thing Gabi knew was that she’d gotten the creature from someone who had gotten her from someone else and no one knew why she had been given up in the first place . She’d been mostly a kitten still, older than a wee one, but still not fully grown, but neither had she achieved much more stature after she’d been taken in by the, at the time, Science Officer. She remained quite small for a cat, and most thought she was still a juvenile. But no, Sachiko was six years old, not that she acted like it. But that wasn’t what made her abnormal. No, the fact was, Sachiko wasn’t normal for two reasons - she seemed particularly intelligent for a felis cactus, and there were times Alora couldn’t help but wonder exactly how intelligent she was. Even stranger was the almost magical way the creature managed to escape Alora’s quarters. It didn’t matter what Alora did, she could not contain the cat, and she’d eventually given up. It was that very same cat who had managed to not only get out of Alora’s quarters again but who had somehow known to gain the attention of a certain pirate carrying a certain cage containing certain people, and get on board the pirate ship. Once there, she’d performed the same little trick, snuck out of the pirate’s quarters, and had managed to finagle a way into the ventilation system, only to appear before miniaturized versions of people - one of whom was familiar to her. Of course, she wasn’t going to eat them. In fact, the feline was rather docile and even allowed the group to mount upon her. When they had all settled ,she’d whisked them away to the ventilation shaft, mini people on her back, mini dog in her mouth. Bailey: Not so fast! ::Speaking more towards the cat:: If Sachiko understood it, she didn’t really pay any attention. Instead, she continued to slink through the system, unhindered by the request. A. Harper: I should not have eaten so much at the gala. Galven: Ride like the wind, Bullseye! That did seem to get the creature’s attention. She turned her head ever so slightly, just enough for a single blue eye to cant in the direction of the Denobulan who had called out the encouragement, but once more, if she understood, there was no other real response to it. Yael: Response Bailey: Does anyone suppose they know where she’s taking us? A. Harper: Hopefully somewhere we can signal for help There was a pause as they came to an intersection, just a brief one. Sachiko’s ears twitched and, Alistair still gently in her mouth, she lifted her nose, silently sniffing the air. She made her choice, turned down toward the left, then continued onward. Galven: I'm hoping the way she's going to wherever she came from. Yael: Response Bailey: I mean, I’d very much dislike to end up on the opposite end of the ship from where we likely need to be. Galven: I mean, it's better than where we were. There was another intersection, another pause, longer that time. Those ears swiveled one way, then another, then back again. The nose lifted, more sniffs were taken, then another turn chosen before she continued on. Down one, through another, Sachiko only paused at intersections adjusting according to whatever feline fancy hit her. Yael: Response Bailey: It might be a good idea to see if we can get her to jump up to a console. A. Harper: That will certainly be a an experience, at least cats are graceful jumpers. Galven: ::to Ashley:: What are your orders for whenever we get to the location, Lieutenant? Suddenly, Sachiko go stopped, her ears twitched, then one hind leg came up as she arched her head back and she proceeded to scratch mightily behind one year. Doing so didn’t dislodge anyone, but for a moment, the bodies of the riders vibrated with the motions. Finally, the itch was gone and the cat resumed her previous pace. Yael/A. Harper:Response Bailey: We could check the manifest a lot easier that way and it would take less time than climbing. Yael/A. Harper: Response Galven: It appears that Sachiko is slowing down. ::indicating his assumption as he turned his head to get a better idea where they were. One turn, then another, and finally down a line which ended - at a grate, very much like the one she’d entered through. Pawing at the barrier, the metal whined, then groaned and gave way a little. Once again, the cat pressed against it, then used her head, and finally the grate fell three quarters of the way off, hanging on by a single bolt. Old, and ill maintained, it had given up the ghost and now they had access to what lay beyond. Which was...a dark room. Sachiko dropped to the floor, then carefully set Alistair down - only to hold him down by one paw so she could set about grooming him with her large, sandpaper tongue. Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response Galven: Everything looks so crude and different from anything I've seen. Even when I was taller. Where are we? Sachiko paused in her group, twisted around to look at the Denobulan, then opened her mouth. Only, words didn’t come out. Instead was a meow. Well, not even a real meow, it was more of a squeak. Whether or not it was in answer to Galven’s question, however, could not be known, and it seemed as if she didn’t really care, for she returned her attention back to Alistair, evidently not done bathing him. Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response Finally, Sachiko seemed to think that she was done - for now. The paw was lifted, Alistair was set free, and once everyone was off of her back, she shook herself, then sat down and proceeded to lick at her chest, quite unconcerned with the antics of the miniature people. Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response There was a pause in the self groom, just long enough for Sachiko to open her mouth wide, sharp teeth stark against the pink of her mouth. She finished yawning, gave a few more licks to her chest, then turned to her tail, though one eye seemed to follow the motions of the people who had moments before been riding upon her back. Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response -- Sachiko Taxi Cat Starbase 118 Ops alora@blar.net M239008AD0
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  5. Yes yes yes and yes. Beautifully written, and very well-deserving of a nod here. Nicely done @Genkos Adea.
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  6. @Kali Nicholotti I absolutely adore what the time loop is doing to our characters, and I love this little slice of Kali's mind
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  7. The winner for the Quote of the Month for June was Tahna Meru, with: Tahna: Roomba is...well...sentient slime? He's friend-shaped. And it seems he can survive just about anything. Congrats Ensign! Another poll for July will be going up soon so stay tuned for that!
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  8. This is arguably my greatest achievement in my life so far.
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  9. Take your achievement!
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  10. Finally, a place for my genius
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  11. LehleQ: =/\= What in Fek’lhr’s bowel is going on here?! =/\= Yalu: Sounds irritable.
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  12. “wa’ Dol nIvDaq matay’DI’ maQap.” (We succeed together in a greater whole.) – Klingon Proverb The USS Gorkon was first launched on Stardate 239207 (July 2015) under the command of Captain Quinn Reynolds. Named in honour of the famed Klingon chancellor who forged peace between the Klingon Empire and the Federation and acts as warrior, peacemaker, and visionary. Today Rear Admiral Quinn Reynolds, Commander Jo Marshall, along with other members of the crew join us to tell us more about this storied vessel. DeVeau: Thank you for joining us. Can you please start by giving us a short overview on the USS Gorkon and how it fits into our fleet? Reynolds: Sure! The Gorkon launched in mid-2015 (stardate 239207) as the successor to the USS Victory, when I assumed command of the crew. We operate in the Tyrellian region, which is the other side of Klingon space to our eponymous starbase, and it’s a Sovereign-class starship in a similar configuration to the Enterprise as we last saw it in Star Trek: Nemesis, with a few modifications to offer more versatility in its mission profile. The USS Gorkon was launched under your command when you were a Captain. Why did you choose this particular class of ship? I was torn between a Sovereign-class (an iconic and beautiful ship from canon) and the Scryer-class from Star Trek Online (to hark back to Quinn’s intelligence officer role). In the end, I plumped for the Sovereign as it’s more recognisable and less niche; there’s a wealth of imagery out there as inspiration, and offers us all kinds of options when it comes to running missions. We know the ship is named in honour of Chancellor Gorkon. What inspired you to choose this name? One thing that’s always struck me is how we see a lot of starships in the TV shows and elsewhere named for very human things—famous people and places from Earth—and rarely do we encounter ships that honour the diverse nature of the Federation. We have had a few in the fleet, like the USS Avandar, which is named for a moon of Betazed, and it was a tradition I wanted to carry on. When I was choosing a name for the ship, it came down to a choice of two: the Gorkon, as a Klingon chancellor who had ambitions of peace and cooperation; and the Kumari, named for the Andorian battle cruiser seen in Enterprise, which came has a proud lineage of ships named Kumari on Andoria. Gorkon won out, because the name seemed to fit a powerful ship like a Sovereign; capable of strength, but always striving to find a diplomatic solution. How does this class of ship affect what missions and plots you write? Not that much, to be honest! We mostly plot our missions based on scenarios we think the crew will have fun wrestling with, and that often means we’re formed into away teams and operating away from the ship. When it is relevant, we’re conscious that the Sovereign is one of the powerful classes Starfleet fields, and so we craft problems that sheer power or advanced technology can’t fix in an instant. Commander Jo Marshall, you’ve been the ship’s first officer for two years, but have been a member of the ship since you joined SB118. What are some of your favourite memories of the Gorkon? Marshall: Far too many to count! I’ve loved every second I’ve been part of the dream team of Gorkonites, rocking around the galaxy atmosphere, doing our thing. Every mission has its own special place in my heart for one reason or another, whether that’s the intense amounts of world building we can do (like borrowing heavily for our Dinosauria mission) or getting down to the bare bones of what motivates our characters (see Skarbek parts one, two and three), it’s been a real blast. I’ve made some lifelong friends and it’s great to see our Gorkon family go from strength to strength. How do you incorporate your role as First Officer on the ship and how do you foster relationships between yourself and your crew members? It’s a funny role when you step into it for the first time, because up to this point, you’ve done everything you think you need to know to be the right hand to the CO. Then, you get in the role and discover this whole other side of the management of a ship you never thought could exist. It becomes this balancing act, juggling between still taking part as a crew member and being a functional member of the leadership team, while also keeping track of the year as it progresses, bringing up highlighted events, getting everyone in the mood for the various activities we have around the ‘Fleet, among a host of other things. I really try to be a facilitator for everyone during our missions and shore leave, encouraging people to share their stories and shape the plot we’re collaborating on. Everyone on the ship gets on so well together so it’s easy to lose myself in just hanging out and having fun with my friends. My Discord/Email door is always open for some cool ideas we can put together, and I can be the biggest cheerleader or the [...]-kicking motivator when needed. I’m like a glorified prodding stick. Lt. Commander Samira Neathler, you’re the chief of Security & Tactical. What sort of scenarios has the ship been thrust into, and how have you written in regards to the ship’s performance capabilities to handle what’s thrown at it? Neathler: Most of our missions actually take place off the ship. Probably because our Skipper is afraid we’ll wreck the ship too much when we stick around. In the time I’ve been with the Gorkon, I’ve seen a multitude of scenarios. When I joined the ship, they threw me in the deep end immediately, because all our characters were in a dreamverse in the time that the Maquis still thrived around the universe and we could lead a life totally different from our Starfleet character. I’m afraid some of Sami Maquis seeped through in Starfleet Sami, because I had the intention to write her a bit more cheerful than she is. We’re currently even writing our third mission in the Maquis scene and we all love it. Well, I’ve not heard anyone complain about it, I’ll put it that way. Our characters encountered a hungry bunch of space crabs, introduced by one of our writers, while we tried to survive on a ship drifting upside down in some poisonous gas nebula. We’ve met the Orion Syndicate a few times on a pirate asteroid named Nassau, where our characters had to go undercover as pirates themselves. In another mission we had to investigate some missing miners and a strange occurrence with the wildlife on a Romulan and Federation colony. We’ve put up a search mission for our missing Admiral and somewhere in between we also visited our version of Jurassic Park, but luckily no-one lost any limbs there. Some scratches were gained, but otherwise everyone survived. In some scenes one might think the Chief of Security/Tactical will go in, gun blazing, and shoot down any aggressors on the spot, but that’s something I like to avoid. We’re all writing the same scene, so I try to give the others the opportunity to write their own part too. It’s not the first time that Samira ends up with not having a clear shot, and someone else has to step in and lose a wig or something on the way. Nor is Samira afraid to admit that others in her department are superior in the use of certain weapons. Which gives me the opportunity as a writer to interact with the writer of that other character and have Samira follow some lessons. I’m still getting used to the Second Officer position. I don’t think I’ve simmed anything particular in that status. If I’d write about it, I’d want it to have meaning, without Samira blurting out she’s the Second Officer while those words actually don’t add anything to the scene. But I’m sure somewhere, somehow, it’ll pop up one day. Lt. Commander Jona ch’Ranni, as Chief Operations officer, what sort of interesting situations have you come across when trying to keep the ship running efficiently? ch’Ranni: There are several departments on a Starfleet vessel – command, medical, security, science, and engineering. And then there is everybody else. I’m the chief of everybody else. I believe Operations is an amazing career path. Ops officers deal with the nuts and bolts of running a ship – well, everything except the literal nuts and bolts because that’s the engineers’ job. I find myself simming activities that would be a part of running a starship – inventory, logistics of supplies, power regulation, and coordination of shipboard facilities. While these may sound like dull subjects to some, they really get to the heart of making our adventures seem less science fiction and more potential future reality. It’s important and fulfilling work. The ship that blows up the fastest is staffed with only security officers. (No offense, Samira) Because Operations covers such a wide swath of activities, I often find Jona in his office poring over reports. I can throw in details seen in other characters’ sims that would have crossed his desk – like the time that some characters purchased a large item at a starbase on shore leave, so Jona had to approve the use of the cargo transporters to bring it aboard. On one occasion we recovered our stolen and damaged captain’s yacht from some pirates, so he oversaw the transport of the vessel to a repair facility. Then there was the time I arranged for a cooking club onboard or a triathlon competition during shore leave. Sure, these kinds of details are assumed to happen in the background off-camera, but when they are mentioned directly in a sim, it can make the story more real and more enjoyable for all. One bonus to my assignment is that I could show up in the background of any sim, at any moment, with the excuse that Jona’s duties have brought him there! You all have been warned. Lt. Commanders Ayiana Sevo and Cory Stoyer, you’ve served as mission specialists on the USS Gorkon. What unique opportunities to serve has your character had on the ship? Sevo: This has been a hard question to answer, as I am still relatively new to the position. But in short, I’ve come to see the Mission Specialist position as a sort of amalgamation of science, security, and tactical. Ayiana has to be ready for different potential situations, and provide information, assessment, and suggestions to the CO or team leader. Her first mission as MS was to a park that specialized in cloning extinct animals (Jurassic Park in Space). I tried to write her as having prepared for the mission by having her study up on palaeontology and genetics, and study what the other teams’ jobs were in the park. She also had to prepare for curve balls (this is the Gorkon, of course things don’t go as planned!), like escape routes or tactical planning. That is a key part of the Mission Specialist job; she has to know what the rest of the away teams are doing, and what their jobs are on the mission. If a mission wasn’t planned, and she suddenly finds herself in a situation, she needs to quickly assess the dangers, gather sensor information of the area if possible, and try to establish contact with all known parties. She’s basically the crew’s information and logistics planner on the ground. All in all, I’m still learning the job and figuring out how to put my own spin on it, but I find it fun and challenging. Ayiana has developed an affinity for weaponry and tactics. Coupled with her scientific background, Mission Specialist is a perfect merging of her abilities and knowledge. Stoyer: I have been given many opportunities to serve in various positions onboard the Gorkon. After reporting onboard, I was assigned as the acting Chief Engineer, but a couple of days later was given the position permanently. I hardly had any training as an engineer. This was an opportunity to learn to lead the Engineering Department and how to be an engineer. The biggest challenge I faced as Chief Engineer was during what has been termed as the “Year in Hell”. My department was holding the Gorkon together with what seemed like dreams and duct tape. After switching to the Mission Specialist position, this was something completely outside what I was used to. Supporting the Captain and First Officer with information was a definite challenge. I worked with several officers on away missions. I remember leading a team of Romulans to fight a massive fire in one of their science stations. That is something that The Academy doesn’t teach. One of the biggest opportunities I told onboard the Gorkon was a chance to get into a deep character development. Cory was demoted to Lieutenant in character, giving me a chance to work and develop Cory’s story more. Cory was moved from Mission Specialist back to helm, where he was trained in the Academy. So he is back doing what he loves. Ensign Tahna Meru, you recently joined SB118 and have found yourself as a part of the science department on the Gorkon. How have you been finding your experience, and what would you like to share about your ship? Meru: I was very nervous about “fitting in” when I joined but the whole crew welcomed me with open arms (and a kidnapping, but hey, that was fun too). When shore leave came around I wasn’t really sure what to do but then so many people reached out and offered to sim a shore leave plot with me that I never once felt left out. They even encouraged me to send a solo sim that I ended up pretty proud of. The crew of the Gorkon are amazing writers who have been more welcoming and supportive than I could have imagined and I feel very lucky that I get to write with them! Lieutenant Loxley and LtJG Serren Tan, you’ve both actually been in SB118 for a number of years and served in a variety of capacities. How has your experience on the Gorkon compared to those on other ships? Loxley: I’ve written three very different primary characters over the years on several unique ships. The community of SB118 is amazing, but each individual ship is a microcosm of that community and can differ. I think it’s down to two elements – the leaders and the players (and, yes, leaders are players too!) I’ve been privileged enough to have served as a Commanding Officer in the past so I have been behind the curtain and seen how things work and I know it’s akin to the analogy of the swan – calm grace on the surface, frantic paddling underneath to keep things moving. On the Gorkon, that paddling has been transformed into one of the most impressive sets of spreadsheets I have ever seen! Which is a roundabout way of saying it’s incredibly well-organised? As a player, that sense of organisation really comes through and you get the definite feeling that there is a plan, that things are happening for a reason. And that’s definitely helped by the occasional recurring plot point and villain. Those things give a sense of continuity to the story of the USS Gorkon. The other element that makes up the experience of any ship is, of course, us! The writers and players. And this makes each ship unique. It’s hard to define how the Gorkon compares to other ships I’ve served on, because they have all been so different, but it’s safe to say that there is a solid sense of support and creativity, including some of the most in-depth NPC storylines I’ve come across in a decade. As a creative environment, and a group of writers, it reminds me most of my first posting, the USS Ronin, back when everything was new and just a little awesome. During my time with SB118 I have seen loads of positive points of this place as a writing community, a gaming community, and just as a bunch of fans enjoying the same shared interests. There have been more than a few bad points, too, but definitely a minority. The Gorkon fantastically combines those positive elements. Of course, Loxley is a Human/Vulcan hybrid, so if all of that was a bit wordy for you, I can offer you the Vulcan response instead; How has your experience on the Gorkon compared to those on other ships? “Favourably.” Tan: Oh boy, “Hey Tan, who’s your favourite child?”. What a question! The answer, though, is actually pretty simple: each ship is unique, each ship has a different feel and a unique style. What makes the Gorkon different is that, so much more than other ships, the notion that she’s the flagship plays a much larger role. Rather than being a part of a larger fleet, the Gorkon is the head of the fleet, and the command staff leans into this. On a more structural note, the ship’s missions heavily focus on groups of three or four during missions and shore leave events, with the groups being sorted out in advance. We avoid bridge scenes, briefing scenes are (mostly) avoided and given OOCly, and everyone sticks to their teams. I didn’t think I’d like this change going in, as I thought it would lead to things being predictable, but it’s actually become my favourite part of the ship’s organisation. Having smaller groups prevents the chaos that can happen with bigger plots; it means that when someone throws in an extra element, everyone has a fair chance to react to it. It’s a great ship, and I think we’ve really got “How To Run A Fun Mission” down to an exact science. Lieutenant Corliss Fortune, you have served as a ship’s counselor since you were posted there a little over two years ago. What sort of challenges have you had to face in serving your officers on the Gorkon? Fortune: I’d have to say it’s learning to juggle the three main balls: what’s realistic, what’s appropriate for Star Trek, and what the player wants. For example, if one player has gleefully broken their character’s heart, they may have an inclination on how they want it played out. They want the character to heal, maybe have a comeback saga where they come to a revelation of some sort, and then it’s, you know, how do we build on that? How do we intertwine that heartbreak into the day to day life and the mission? Because, obviously, you can’t have someone constantly bemoaning their state of sudden singleness, but at the same time, it’s very realistic for two coworkers who once dated, and now are not, to have…some uneasiness and maybe some hesitance or even some negative feelings to one another. On the other hand, sometimes it’s ‘hey so now I’ve given my character this phobia, please help’. I really enjoy researching and gathering up specific resources for individual characters (Cory’s demotion and subsequent feelings, Ayiana’s anger management, Jo and Erin’s relationship), and while it’s hard to search specific things concerning Star Trek (‘effects of reading one’s mind while in coma-like state’ Google has questions and the FBI is very curious I’m sure), it’s easy to connect them to reality (demotion in the army or career, real life anger management, generic relationship counseling) once I’m able to figure out the associations. The second biggest challenge has to be the character development that proceeds afterward. I don’t care for the ‘you went to therapy once and you are cured, have a great day!’ type of trope. Rather, I like to give suggestions to both the player and the character. If Ensign Leo and Ensign Kara are having troubles, for example, then Corliss would suggest they spend time together and find something that bonds them as friends, which would then also lead to the players behind them to connect and get involved in more scenes together. Are they really challenges if I have so much fun doing it though…? Heh, all the same, I truly have great fun with everything, and since Skarbek has been a glorious kick-start to a few twists and turns, I’m so keen to see what happens. Lieutenant Piravao sh’Qynallahr, security officers play an important role in the life of a Starship, tasked with the safety of all on board, overseeing the care and handling of prisoners, and tasked with taking point on away missions to protect those on the team. What sort of opportunities have you had to sim these types of duties on the USS Gorkon? sh’Qynallahr: I have been simming Piravao for almost a year. Quite early in my time writing her, I realized that she has a protective streak a mile long. During the mission Operation Q-Ball, as part of her cover, Piravao played the part of a happy-go-lucky hotshot racer, while some of her colleagues played the roles of bodyguards and engineers. While she enjoyed playing the reckless racer, it felt wrong to her to have others protecting her. More recently in the Skarbek-verse Piravao, or Blades as she is known there, has been staying closer to her role as a protector. Threatening a Gorn into backing down, counter-ambushing a Ferengi ambush, and skewering a Cardassian zombie to name but a few instances. As a security officer Piravao’s first priority is to make sure everyone comes back from a mission unharmed. She sees it as her duty to be the first one entering a dangerous situation, so that others don’t have to. Thank you so much for your insights on the USS Gorkon, everyone! You can read more about the USS Gorkon on the wiki. The post Ship Closeup – USS Gorkon appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=yIl2AUoC8zA http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?i=OIea-GTIidM:HOPjVF2Nztk:D7DqB2pKExk http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/ufopsb118?d=qj6IDK7rITs http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ufopsb118/~4/OIea-GTIidMView the full article
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  13. So all the ships have a thread - why not the Academy? I see some gems over there too! This from Adea made me chuckle:
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  14. *Looks completely and utterly innocent*
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  15. A lovely little sim from Jona ch'Ranni, continuing his long-term plot with Vexa zh'Lev. A short one, but lovely to read. ----- ((Cafe, Iyira, Deluvia IV)) Jona sat lightly in the spacious underwater cafe. The transparent aluminum bubble that held the ocean water at bay domed to a peak thirty meters above. Artificial light mixed with the dreamlike illumination from the outside waters danced and played across the faces of the patrons. The Andorian sat at the small table near the edge of the glass wall and he let out a tiny smile that played at the corner of his mouth as a bioluminescent eel drifted languidly past. The sight of an insectoid creature staring back at it from the other side of the glass must have startled it as it darted quickly away. He shook his head in disbelief at the marvel of engineering that the Selkie had accomplished with their beautiful city. He'd taken refuge in the city below the waves as a compromise. The sunny beaches were far too warm and the more rugged and frigid wilderness had proved a bit dangerous as evidenced by his fall during a climbing outing. The submerged city was a bit cooler than the tropical surface and he found it pleasant enough. He hoped his companion would too. zh'Lev: Jojo? He was pulled from his musings and his hint of a smile grew into a full goofy grin. ch'Ranni: ::rising from his seat and moving to grasp the woman in a tight hug:: Vexa! It's great to see you. How have you been? The energetic young zhen released him from the hug and Jona could see the genuineness of her delight at being there. Being with him. Their paths had crossed years before at the edge of the Milky Way near the Galactic Barrier when he was stationed on the USS Columbia. The sudden end of the ship's tour in the Sagittarius Reach had left the civilian scientist at Dehner Base and ripped him away to a new assignment on the Gorkon. Their stilted and awkward attempt at a long-distance relationship had eventually ended in failure. But now she was here. zh'Lev: ::taking a seat opposite him and speaking after a brief pause:: Things have been rough. Jona nodded in understanding. She had come to him nearly a year before, requesting help from Starfleet. Dehner Base was under repeated assault by pirates and the Losarian Commonwealth - the first friends they'd made in the region - had been unable to provide consistent protection to the fledgling compound. Though an effort had been made to reinforce the protection, Starfleet had made the decision that the base would be mothballed. It had been a difficult transition for the small family of scientists back to the core worlds of the Federation and he imagined the woman sitting across from him was feeling lost and frustrated at the perception of failure surrounding their mission. ch'Ranni: I'm so sorry, Vexa. I wish there was more that I could have done. zh'Lev: ::with a steely gaze and sense of determination:: No, Jona. Don't do that. It isn't your fault. You did what you could. ::face softening:: Anyway, I'm here now. ch'Ranni: Yes, you are. ::pause:: Why is that exactly? zh'Lev: Oh? You don't want me to be here? ch'Ranni: ::raising his hands in a defensive posture:: No, no, no! That's not what I meant ... She reached across the table and playfully swatted at his arm. zh'Lev: Relax. I'm kidding. Like I said in my communique, I wanted to see you. ::backpedaling:: But there's a lot to do in the sector for an esteemed energy field expert, too. The New Horizons conference, Palanon in the Tyrellian system has some amazing research facilities that are looking for directors - A look of shock whipped his antenna back and he supplemented it with an eyebrow arch that would have made a Vulcan proud. ch'Ranni: Wait, you're thinking of relocating to this sector? TBC -- Lt. Commander Jona ch'Ranni Chief of Operations USS Gorkon (NCC-82293) C239510JC0
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  16. A little late to the party but I have to agree with @German Galven. @Alora DeVeau is a talented writer who must have had an excellent previous life as a cat. Loved the sim. ❤️
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  17. Wil Ukinix being smooth Ukinix: ::Smiling:: Heeeey! How are you?
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  19. I have seen some extremely good SIMs in Academy training sessions when I was conducting training. At the time, I wished there was a place to post them. This is an excellent idea for a thread. I will be looking through some of my old training SIMs to see if I can add to this. It would be from those who have long since graduated though, if that is okay. I miss training and have always enjoyed conducting training missions in whatever capacity. I can't wait to be able to rejoin that club! I also once had a trainee who was a novelist in RL. I shook my head in disbelief in the quality of the writing, and LONG. Hoo boy!
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  20. Not advisable? At their size, a fall from such a height would mean that they would have Taelon and pancakes with a side of Max berries. No thank you. so you’re saying that’s not the breakfast of champions, then?
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  21. Somehow Blake always has to keep up on our tabs when dealing with the Shoals politics and regulations Blake: Let me get this straight for when I arrest you for violating section four point three of the solo operational rules of the Shoals. You want to launch a covert intelligence investigation against the governor of a Coalition world -- a guy who was elected democratically and has been consistently leading Antor polls for the better part of five years -- because you didn't like his tone?
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  22. Such a WAY to start a SIM @Alleran Tan 🤣
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