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Kali Nicholotti

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    The man pivoted and made his way out of the room. When the doors swished closed behind him, Addison’s posture relaxed as she tossed the PADD down on the desk. She wouldn’t actually launch him out an airlock – she was a renowned doctor bound by an oath, after all – but if his name crossed her desk for the wrong reasons again, she’d make him wish the airlock was an alternative.

    ~ MacKenzie

     

    :D 

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  2. Got a kick out of this one...
     
    ((Hallway - Maklau Resort Hotel, Risa)) After the group session in Meidra's Office, Talos had met with several of the people who had offered to help with the Remembrance Celebration and they'd all gone away with different action items and tasks. He was still sort of in awe at how his random, spur-of-the-moment idea had blossomed into a real event that everyone seemed interested in making happen. Talos had returned to his room, thankfully finding it empty, and had taken a long thorough sonic shower that seemed to have rid him of his body glitter infestation once and for all. He had put on some fresh clothes and headed back out to start accomplishing his various small missions to facilitate the festivities. He'd left the wing of the hotel where the Junior Officers had been stashed away, in search of the Resort Administrators, but he must've taken a wrong turn and found himself in the Command Officer's wing. He was turning around to leave when he saw the XO, Commander MacKenzie, seemingly returning to her room. He went to give her a little smile and nod as she passed, but something caught his eye and caused him to do an unintentional double-take. In her hands was a little, oddly painted Horga’hn. Being a subject relevant to his interests, Talos knew all about the Risian fertility symbols and the ritual of Jamaharon. Talos sort of stopped for a moment, [...]ed his head slightly and opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it and closed it again. He ALMOST walked away, ALMOST, but his nature got the better of him. He casually pointed at the Horga’hn. Dakora: Commander MacKenzie... ::He smirked.:: Are you seeking Jama- An expression on the XO's face caused his courage to falter halfway through the question and he trailed off. MacKenzie: Response Facing down a glare that felt like it had burned through to his soul and left two singed MacKenzie-eye-sized scorch-marks. Talos rapidly backpedaled. Dakora: No. Right. ::He swallowed.:: Definitely not. MacKenzie: Response Sometimes bad ideas were fun, but sometimes bad ideas were just... bad. This certainly felt like the latter. With all of the dignity of a dog with it's tail between it's legs, Talos tried to make his escape. Dakora: Uh, well... Enjoy the rest of your day, M'am. MacKenzie: Response
     
    Sheepishly he continued on his way to find the Resort Admin area, vowing to steer clear of the Command wing for the rest of the shore leave.
     
    END  
    ======//////======> Ensign Talos Dakora Intelligence Officer USS Resolution O238811CD0
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  3. OOC – This is a flashback from Ar’Gorvalei’s Academy days. Just wanted to share.

     

    IC - ((Earth, San Francisco, The Fab Floor, 3 years previously ))

     

    Natalie Tomassen, her brown ponytail swaying behind her, led her fellow second-year cadets down the nightclub’s winding staircase.

     

    Tomassen: I learned about this place from some upperclassmen. It’s sort of a hidden gem.

     

    Her roommate Mysa zh’Drinnel, a tall, lithe Andorian woman with cobalt blue skin and her white hair in many tiny braids, navigated her way down the staircase holding a glass of blue Andorian Ale she’d picked up at the bar.

     

    Zh’Drinnel: A ‘gem’? Right…

     

    Behind the two women, Ar’Gorvalei and Gabriel “Bing” Reyes, Natalie’s boyfriend, followed.

     

    The downstairs room of the bar was lit by colored strobe lights. Tables, couches and pillows were scattered about the room. Patrons, mostly human, and mostly Starfleet cadets, clustered in small groups around the room.

     

    Reyes: The real gem is over there. ::Points with his drink at a large, squat, rectangular machine with a glass front and several buttons:: That, my friends, is an authentic, Seeburg Model ESE 100 Jukebox, circa Earth Year 1970.

     

    Tomassen: Authentic? ::Snorts :: If it were really authentic, it would be in a museum.

     

    Reyes: No, really, it is. I talked to the owner. They’ve had to replicate replacement parts over the years, but the replicated parts have all been true to the original.

     

    Tomassen: Now there’s a philosophical question. :: Takes a sip of her beer and looks at Ar’Gorvalei:: How many parts do you have to replace before something is no longer the original? You replace one worn part here, one worn part there; after a century or two just about every part has been replaced, one at a time. Is it still the original, or a replication?

     

    Ar’Gorvalei met Natalie’s eyes. The two were both specializing in medicine at the Academy, and had connected over their shared studies in xenobiology.

     

    Ar’Gorvalei: Humans and Efrosians – and Andorians too, I imagine…  ::Glances at zh’Drinnel:: … constantly grow new cells as old cells die off. Skin cells, hair cells,  everything but neurons, die off and are replaced. Yet are we not our ‘original’ selves? Would you argue that you are a replica of Natalie because you are not composed of the ‘original’ Natalie cells you were born with?

     

    Tomassen:  ::Raises her drink and smiles at Ar’Gorvalei:: Touche.

     

    Mysa peered into the jukebox’s glass front.

     

    Zh’Drinnel: That’s all well and good, but what does this thing actually do? Assuming it does anything.

     

    Bing leaned on the left side of the jukebox.

     

    Reyes: Oh, well, that’s the real beauty. You see, it plays …

     

    Tomassen: Let’s just show them.

     

    Natalie walked up to the machine and took a small, round disk out of a cup attached to the wall next to the machine. She slipped the disk into a hole in the side of the machine. She looked inside it, and pressed a letter and number combination on the buttons on the machine’s front.

     

    Tomassen: ::Snickering:: You’ll like this one.

     

    Mysa jumped back as the sound of an electric piano echoed from the box, followed by the strumming of an electric guitar and a man’s voice:

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    “Seventy-three men sailed up
    From the San Francisco Bay
    Rolled off of their ship, and here's what they had to say
    "We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore
    We can laugh our lives away and be free once more"

     

    Ar’Gorvalei: :: Is this a library?

     

    Reyes: No, no. It just plays music, classical music. ::Shakes head and smiles.::

     

    Ar’Gorvalei: Are these not the songs of your people?

     

    Meanwhile, Natalie began dancing with Mysa and pumping her fist in the air to the beat of the song’s chorus as she sang along:

     

    “Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship
    Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip
    Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship
    On your way to a world that others might have missed…” 

     

    Ar’Gorvalei: ::Looking confused:: Is this an account of early space exploration? Jonathan Archer’s voyages? Or later?

     

    Tomassen: Naw, this was written 200 years before Archer, more or less.

     

    Ar’Gorvalei: Prophesy, then?

     

    Reyes: More likely drugs. I heard they were doing a lot of LDS around that time.  ::Looks at the jukebox again:: I’d love to take this baby apart.

     

    Tomassen: Don’t you dare. We’d get banned.

     

    Reyes: I’d put it back together again.

     

    Tomassen: The old thing’s probably held together with baling wire and duct tape. You pick the next song.

     

    Reyes: ::Flipping through the song selections:: Ah-ha! Keeping to the theme of nautical nonsense.

     

    Natalie dragged Bing away from the jukebox and onto the dance floor, as a strangely accented song about a “yellow submarine” began playing. Mysa raised an eyebrow at Ar’Gorvalei. He smiled, took her hands, and joined her on the dance floor.

     

    (( Present – USS Arrow, Deck 2, Officer’s Mess ))

     

    Ar’Gorvalei looked at the holopic he held in his hands, taken at the Academy, of himself, Mysa, Natalie and Bing, arms around each other, the latter two half drunk. He pushed the button to turn it off and slipped it inside his pocket, and gazed off into space.

     

    They had been good friends, for a time. Then Bing had slept with the wrong person, Natalie slept with Ar’Gorvalei in retaliation, and Mysa became furious at both of them. Ar’Gorvalei was left stunned at how quickly his closest friendships had imploded.

     

    oO It seemed like such a small thing to throw away friendships over. I will never understand humans. Or Andorians. Oo

     

    Ar’Gorvalei shook his head. Bing had dropped out of the Academy; Ar’Gorvalei never heard all of the details, but there was some sort of scandal connected to his departure. Mysa was recently posted to a ship serving on the other side of the Alpha Quadrant. They still kept in touch, although they were no longer as close as they once were. As for Natalie…

     

    Ar’Gorvalei walked up to the jukebox in the officer’s mess. It was a different model, but the principles were the same. He scanned through the tabs listing the available songs.

     

    oO Yes, they have it. Oo

     

    His fingers hovered over the buttons, just lightly touching them. Then he pulled his fingers back, as if the keys burned him.

     

    oO No, not yet. It’s too soon. Oo

     

    Still, the words echoed in his head, and Ar’Gorvalei smiled.

     

    “Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship
    Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip
    Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship
    On your way to a world that others might have missed…” 

     

    END

     

    Ensign Ar'Gorvalei 

    Medical Officer 

    U.S.S. Arrow 

    A239809A11 


     

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    With Dr. Adea in command, Dr. Morgan on the station, and every one of Resolution’s 249 other qualified medical practitioners–Nicholotti, MacKenzie, and Yalu, among them–off the ship, there was little Dwich could do but press into service anyone who walked through the doors capable of holding a tricorder and waving the doohickey back and forth at the same time.

    Sure we're a science ship and not a medical ship?

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    Yalu: Seriously?  That’s it?

    Adea:  You were expecting, perhaps, the Borg?

    Yalu:  No, don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted.  After what we’ve all been through, I’m glad to have a nice, dull mission for a change.

    Genkos rolled his eyes so hard he almost gave himself a headache.

    Adea:  Now you’ve done it...

     

    TBC

     

    Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD
    Acting Captain
    USS Resolution
    G239502GS0 

    and

    Lieutenant Commander Yogan Yalu
    Acting First Officer
    USS Resolution NCC-78145
    Justin D238804DS0

    ESPECIALLY that last part...

    We're in for something...:D 

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