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Tressa

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About Tressa

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    Professional Tribble Breeder
  • Birthday 12/21/1988

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    USS Victory
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    Science Officer

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    Gold Coast, Australia
  1. Feeling nostalgic for my crew and ship :(

  2. It was sooo, much fun!

    I can't wait to blow up the forums again!

  3. we must blow up the forums again sometimes lol

  4. Tressa

    MAY/JUN "Internal Flames"

    He was working at the desk; always working, he would not rest, would not stop. Not until he knew how to destroy them. There had to be a way, you just had to find their weakness; and find it he would. A bead of sweat rolled down his aged face as he leaned closer to the simulation he was running. The flames of time had stolen his once youthful looks. So many days and years locked away in the lab that had become his home. His life had passed so quickly; a constant stream of sequences, DNA, simulations, profiles… but he would have his revenge… oh yes… Time had changed his home, his life, his looks… but it did nothing to extinguish the rage that burned stronger with every failure. Every day was another reminder of what he had lost, and what he would never have again. The memory seared into his mind’s eye. He would not forget, he would not forgive; his need to unleash punishment, the sheer desire to retaliate against those who had taken so much… it fueled his rage; burning deep within him, coursing through his veins and burning away at his core. Tension. His eyes narrowed as the analysis appeared on his screen… another failure… For a moment there was nothing; before a sudden roar of frustration. The fire within him exploded, setting his senses ablaze with a fury that was all too common in the confines of the lab. In a swift well rehearsed movement he swept the PADDs and vials from the desk, they clattered, broke, shattered upon the ground, but remained unnoticed by him as he turned his rage upon unseen enemies. Items were thrown, glass smashed, shards scattered across the every surface, the inferno continued until he had spent his energy. He collapsed in the middle of his rage, his anger nothing more than simmering ambers until the next episode that would fuel the flames of what so many called his madness. From his position in the wreckage his tired, old eyes drifted towards the tiny holographic image which continued to play. The circular projector was always kept clean, and running perfectly. On her circular stage, the image of a young woman danced and laughed silently, beconing to an unseen individual to join her in the fesitivity of her dance. ((Flashback)) "Dartris! Come dance with me!", she laughed and twirled in front of him. Dispite everything the young man laughed as well, and stepped over to the woman, wrapping her in his arms. His eyes though tired sparkled with a love that radiated from his very core. Through everything she kept smiling. The constant running and fear that their species had to endure on a constant basis. They were clever, they kept one step ahead of their pursuers, but in their hearts, they knew their time was running out. And yet she smiled. And yet she danced. "My Farrah", he chuckled as he kissed her lightly on her forehead. She smiled at him, and for a moment, they could forget where they were, and the future that awaited them. For a second in time they were truely happy together... and then the warning claxon. It pierced the moment, and though they looked around in fear, they knew what was happening... what was going to happen. As soon as the claxon started it stopped, and the words they knew and feared blared through the com system. "We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile". He swore under his breath in the many languages he knew, "What happened to the plan?!" "It failed!" A man ran into the room, sweat pouring down his face, "A federation ship intervened, we need to evacuate now! Get to the escape pods!" He tightened his grip on her as the colour drained from his face. Their last chance to survive was ruied, and now they had to abadon the vesselt aht had carried them this far. "Dartris, we need your help to spread the word, there's no escape this time!" "No", He held her close, turning his gaze to hers, "I'm not leaving you!" "Dartris!" The man stepped forward ad pulled him away from her, "Go", she smiled at him, trying to be strong, trying to hide the fear and the tears in her eyes, "They need you, I'll see you again" "I love you" "I love you too" ((Flashback Ends)) It was the last time he saw her as his Farrah and the last time she saw him as her love. They stole her... they... There were days when it thought it would have been best if she had just died... those days he cried. Cried for the thoughts in his mind, for the family they had planned for, for the love he lost... she was everything... And they TOOK her! They STOLE her from HIM! They ruined her life, ruined the beautiful woman that was! Her smile, her laugh, the brightness in her eyes when she looked at him... it was GONE, DESTROYED! The fire rekindled, his body alive with the heat, the burning! He punched at a piece of glass under him ad it cracked under the pressure. Standing he turned to the desk, where the PADDs, research and vials had rearranged themselves neatly on the desk as though by some unseen force. The broken shards and machinery from the first dissapeared slowly growing transparent until they no longer existed. He was working at the desk; always working... He did not notice the transparency to his own skin, or how the world was disjointed from him... he was working... ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- "So this is the place?" A man appeared by what remained of the crumbled door. He brushed a cobweb away with a hand and looked around at the empty dust covered lab. "Yep, this is it." A second man had appeared and cast his eyes around the gloom. "So any particular way you want me to do it it?" "Not really, just a safe demolition. We need the foundations ready in a few months, so quick is good." The second man chuckled. "Quick it will be! I can see why you want it out of the way though; what a dump." The first stepped over and brushed away some dust from various vials, anda broken projector. "You said someone use to live here?", he laughed at the obsurdity of the idea. "Yeah. Some guy lived his whole life here. Word was he lost his fiancee to the Borg", he shuddered at the name, "Spent his life trying to find a way to stop them, get revenge as it were..." "And failed?" "Apparently." "So what happened to him?" "I think he died in a fire. The whole place just went up on night. By the time anyone got here it was too late. No one could get in. " The second cast a puzzled look to his companion, "You think he died?" "Well, no one ever found his.. errr... remains. Possible they just got burnt too badly though." The man chuckled, though the motion was quickly cut short by a shattering of glass on the far side of the room. The tow men froze and stared in the direction of the noise before turning their eyes back to each other. "Rodents..." A nevous smile followed the uncertain statement. "Yeah... rodents..." The men shared anther look, before hastily exiting the room and the building in which it sat. Discussions of the plan they had for the forgotten room floated along the path, but no one heard them. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- He was working at the desk; always working... He would not rest... Would not stop...
  5. The Sundering of the Exile's House, Is but the Herald of Betazed's dispair, A Maiden of Ash atop her steed, An Iron Dragon, The Harbinger of Death, Dragon with Dragon within illusionary womb, Ash Maiden returned to the Cradle of her Madness. The Iron Dragon, The Shadowbeast, The Harbinger of Death, Robbed of its senses by the Maiden of Ash, Shall belch her great fire upon lands of wheat, And scour it clean of all life, As the Exsanguinators, Slaves of the Iron Dragon, Stand trapped in Fevered Mind. The Exsanguinators, Swimming in the Stars, Blood of the Iron Dragon, In the aftermath of the Midnight Dawn, Shall with false tongue spread wickedness to the people, But theirs is a heritage of Blood, And they will bring all to ruin. ... all to ruin. ... all to ruin. ... all to ruin. This is but a taste of what is to come. What we see is the beginning of End Times. -- Words of the prophet Jalakai the Insane, 145401.22 (( Small home in the city of Ohmallera, population 1.2 million, Betazed, moments ago )) :: Lita stood with her husband on the modest balcony, shaking her head. :: Lita: ... the magistrix doesn't know what she's talking about. We'll get permission to move... it's a minor zoning issue, nothing more. We don't need to give away our dreams just yet. :: Demurely, Jhaan her husband nodded his head. On Betazed, especially for traditional areas such as Ohmallera, the words of the woman of the house were the authority on any matter. :: Jhaan: Of course. I'm confident you can convince her to change her mind... :: Jhaan smiled. :: Jhaan: It's late, Imzadi. Would you like me to fetch you something to drink? :: Lita nodded warmly. She moved back into the house proper, and her husband followed. She reached out her hand to touch his arm but faltered. She sensed... :: :: A bright light, warm and yellow, flooded in through the window. Dawn? Already? It was not yet midnight... :: :: PANIC. SHOCK. FEAR. :: ~~ What's that light...? ~~ ~~ GODDESSES, HELP US! ~~ :: PAIN! Ten thousand voices screamed directly into their minds. Jhaan and Lita clapped their hands over their ears, trying in vain to shut out the cataclysmic din. :: ~~ The southern district is on fire! ~~ ~~ We're under attack! We're- ~~ ~~ Help! Help! She won't move! ~~ :: Wailing children. Terrified telepathic cries of pain, panic, for help... silenced in waves. :: ~~ My son! MY SO- ~~ ~~ Out! The building's coming down, hurry! ~~ ~~ Goddesses! Goddesses, save me! ~~ ~~ They're firing again, closer this time! RUN! ~~ :: BURNING, BLINDING LIGHT. The two Betazoids instinctively moved their hands to their faces to shield from the intense, searing heat. The building they were in shuddered and trembled, the imported sheets of Trill shatter-steel on the windows splintering into a million pieces from the sudden, intense conflagration. :: ~~ SAVE US! Yhania, Goddess of Sanctuary, hear my pl- ~~ ~~ MUUUUUM!? MOTHER?! WHERE ARE YO- ~~ ~~ My leg! I think it's broken! ~~ :: Deafening explosions, the roaring of incessant impacts. An inferno raged outside. The hum of emergency medical transporters. Screams of agony, telepathic and aural, from downstairs. :: ~~ Get out while you still can! ~~ ~~ Is it the Dominion?! The Jem'ha- ~~ ~~ Dad, look! Another torpedo! Another one! DOWN! EVERY- ~~ ~~ Activate the EMH! I can't- ~~ ~~ PLEASE! ~~ Lita: JHAAAN! JHAAAAAAAAAN! Jhaan: LITAAAAAA! What's going on?! I can't see! It burns! Jhaan: ~~ MY EYES! ~~ Lita: IMZADI! My Imzadi, where are you!? :: She groped around blindly, fingers scrabbling across the blood-slicked floor... but the only answer was the roar of another fiery impact, followed by the collapse of the partially vapourized ceiling on top of them both. :: :: Fire poured down onto the city in beams, punctuated by the occasional photon torpedo. Soon the entire city was nothing but evaporated particles. :: :: Nothing remained. :: :: The Galaxy class starship in orbit, the USS Constitution-B, moved on with deadly purpose... but the Iron Dragon found her breath empty. Her crew recovered control of the hijacked vessel, just in time to prevent Maaska from sharing the fate of Ohmallera. :: :: In Ohmallera, former population one million two hundred thousand, silence reigned. There was not the wailing of sirens, for nobody lived to crew the rescue vehicles. There was not the cries of the wounded, for there were none who could survive such a cataclysm. There was no sound at all... nothing save the crackle of flames and the rumble of collapsing buildings. :: :: In Ohmallera, the house of Rais was nothing more than a glowing, white hot glass crater. :: End ----- Lita and Jhaan Rais House of Rais Betazed
  6. Hiya. I'm a newly joined individual. I was excepted into the fleet after my Cadet Cruise in July this year and as such am still a little Ensign To answer your questions. 1. I sim whenever I can. I can usually do one sim a day That being said sometimes I won't sim for up to 4 days. It depends on the time I have and if I am waiting on other simmers. The longest sim I've ever written by myself took about an hour & a half. Recently I wrote a much longer sim with another member of my crew which took 3 days, where I spent about an hour a day writing a little bit. 2. I spend the majority of my time simming. After that, probably on my ship's forum. There are other activities you can do to help out though, like the wiki. Due to my work and other commitments, I'm sticking with simming right now. The beauty of the group is, you only need to give as much time as you have. 3. I Love Star Trek. But believe me my knowledge is not that great, I only started getting into Star trek after the most recent movie. My biggest fear after joining was my limited knowledge about the trek world would be a huge disability for me. I couldn't have been more wrong! As an officer on my ship said to me: sim what you know, the Star Trek stuff will come later; and she was right! As for research, if I am stuck I usually head straight to Memory Alpha, ( http://memory-alpha.org/wiki/Portal:Main ). I don't spend vast hours glued to my screen looking up trek stuff, but if I know a certain something is coming up in a sim, or has been mentioned in a sim, I can usually find it, or something similar, on Memory Alpha. 4. Before joining UFOP the only writing I had done was short stories that I kept hidden away in the deepest, darkest parts of my house. UFOP is the only time I have done anything even remotely 'public'. So my writing experience is not vast. During a Cadet Cruise you get shown the style the group sims in and after you get assigned to your ship and ( If it's anything like the amazing USS Victory ) you will be assigned a mentor, who answers your questions, and helps you along the way. So you don't need to be an accomplished author, I know I'm certainly not I hope that was helpful! Take Care ~Tressa
  7. Lol, I know where you're coming from Nimue... It is progressing VERY fast! Very is a mild expression here - you had first kiss and next get to bed, lol! I know it was just sleeping but... ::scratch, scratch... snif:: Lol. Personally I don't see sharing a bed and just sleeping as a bad thing... I mean it's just sleeping. But apparently Aussies are very wanton in their attitudes towards such things... So maybe it's just me
  8. Lol, I know where you're coming from Nimue... It is progressing VERY fast!
  9. Hiya Nimue! Wow, top sim contest? :: blush :: I didn't think it was *that* great a sim. But thanks for the complement I did read over it, it looks fine. The symbols only seem to appear after it is posted to yahoo groups, so I'm not sure what the deal is with those ~Tressa
  10. O copied the photobucket link into it :)

  11. how do you get you banner in the about me thing

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