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  1. There's a great tutorial on Sexism in Simming as well, and the same principles apply to racism or any other form of discrimination. https://www.starbase118.net/cadets/tutorial-library/sexism-simming/ Basically, we as a community do not tolerate it. OOC (Out Of Character) we are open and welcoming to everyone, regardless of race, religion (or lack thereof), sex or sexual orientation, and whether or not they think pineapple goes on pizza. IC (In Character) we may, very occasionally, have a character display some sort of discrimination or prejudice for the purpose of the storyline. It has to be very clear that it is the character's opinion, not the writer's. Most commonly it's a species prejudice, e.g. a character doesn't trust Ferengi or thinks Vulcans are boring. This tends to be less inflammatory as it doesn't parallel as closely to things in real life, though one can compare 'speciesism' to racism. Generally, if it's not going to forward the story in some way avoid simming prejudices, and if you think that it might offend someone, clear it with your Captain first. My character just attended the wedding of two of his former colleagues, both of whom are male and who are different species (and one is a species hybrid). It was a lovely event and thoroughly enjoyed by all who were involved in simming it. This is very typical of the Fleet; we are open and not just accepting but welcoming of diversity. For mission plots, the basic premise is generally determined by the Captain and First Officer of the ship, sometimes with input from other senior crew members who are considered sim 'staff'. However, once the mission is launched, the input of every crew member steers the direction that the mission takes, and the outcome is never a foregone conclusion. Often it's the newest Ensign who throws some interesting curve balls into the plot, which is great! Sometimes the Captain will ask for ideas for future missions you'd like to see, and there is always the option to submit a formal mission suggestion, if there's a story that you'd really like to play.
  2. I actually wrote a Writing Challenge entry on this subject, following a mission which involved a splinter group of Borg on the USS Nimitz. I'm in the 'Yes, definitely' camp.
  3. Thank you for inviting us, it was a pleasure and a privilege to be part of it.
  4. OOC: Having watched this relationship from the beginning, through it's trials and tribulations, I don't think there was a dry eye in the house by the end of this sim. ((Holodeck Nightmare Scenario Number 347)) ::And here they were all together again. And they were also all fighting a gigantic red dragon in fantasy armor. And somehow this was a normal day on the USS Constitution-B. Spells were flung, swords were swung. Shields were used and everyone lived. Except the dragon which died in an... Actually let's not think about that right now. It was dead, OK?:: Atan: I think it's dead. Sindri: I’m not too sure about that.. ::He looked about carefully.:: This game has rules, so something should change if we achieve a goal? Atan: Let's hope the simulation plays by the rules and lets us out now. Young: ::Sighing:: That would be nice. Foster: Because it's been playing by the rules oh so much so far. ::He intoned drily.:: ::Wyn cast a gaze towards Ji-hu, pretty sure that the engineer knew what was going on well before the actual program started to show itself. And in return Ji-hu wouldn't even meet his gaze. Wyn Foster frowned, feeling any hope of the relationship they might have had wither and die. His fears had come true. T'Reshik had imprinted too much on Ji-hu and in Wyn's mind he was irrevocably changed. No longer the same person he was before. It was like watching a friend die, and someone else walk around in their skin. He felt cold. Unbearably cold. He could hear the wind.:: Vehk: Stand back. ::Others were still making sure this dragon program glitch thing was dead. Vehk rammed his staff into the thing's eye. If Wyn was in the frame of mind to notice he would have heavily appreciated such a gesture.:: Rajel: :: to Saveron:: Are you alright? Saveron: ? Vehk: Are we able to issue commands to the program now? Atan: :: hopefully :: Door? Horne: Arch. ::Nothing:: Yito: Computer end program. Foster: Hey computer, puke us out. ::Nope. Maybe they'd be stuck there forever. Fun, Wyn could play the game of 'how long will Ji-hu avoid looking at me.' Long enough for Wyn to feel dead inside, most likely.:: Yito: Maybe we need to do something else. Unite the queen and king or something. But I’m no expert at these games. Rajel: Not sure how much more united we can be, short of a kiss, and I prefer to keep those for Jerry unless we need to. But killing the dragon should have been the conclusion. Ardaris: Not an expert on Terran myths or past-times here. Could be timing, though. The program looked broken enough Foster: You guys give holodeck programs too much damn credit for working properly. ::He muttered. Wyn was well and ready to leave and do some wholly destructive drinking.:: Horne: Where is Dameroth? Or was it Damerov? ::Jacob couldn't remember:: He seemed to be the one giving us updates and moving us in the right direction. Vehk: Given the dragon was speaking in Klingon… ::He fell silent for a long moment.:: Perhaps Commander Saveron knows more. ::Vehk approached them and bowed his head.:: Commander. I trust you are unharmed? Saveron: ? Sindri: Maybe it’s just a lag? ::He spoke optimistically.:: Rajel: Maybe. ::She stepped to the severed dragon head and crouched down in front of it. Reaching out she brushed her hand over the scales, each one almost as big as her palm. It was a magnificent beast she would have loved to study more. She mumbled to herself and halfway to the dragon.:: Too bad you had to threaten my crew and kidnap my First Officer. Horne: We were lucky. Sindri: Um… where did my grenades go? Yito: Mine are gone too. ::Hey, were they back to normal?:: Young: Please please please let me have both my legs!! Please please please. ::After failing to fall awkwardly to the side, Raven cracked an green eye open then sighed with relief.:: Hey, I still have both legs Doc! ::Grinning happily:: ::He turned towards the kid - he liked Raven. He mustered a smile.:: Foster: Hey, awesome! Best news I have heard all day. ::He meant that.:: Horne: Is it over? Rajel: Well if our transformations are any indication, I would believe it is. Yito: Finally Saveron: ? Sindri: Can we go now? ::He implored.:: I am so over this quest! Atan: I am glad to be back to my normal size, although I seem to have a lingering craving for mushrooms. Rajel: Then let's try this. Computer, exit. Ardaris: Finally. ::Finally finally. All the finallys.:: Sindri: Well, that’s it then? ::What, Sindri, you wanna go around again? Well, he could do that himself if he desired.:: Horne: ::jokingly:: So do you guys want to stay here and debrief? Atan: The only debriefing I want to do is in the lounge with something not synthehol. Yito: Here, here to that Foster: I hereby prescribe hangover medicine to all. ::And yes, his mind was made up. He was getting drunk. Destructively drunk.:: Atan: Shall we? I suppose we should find out what happened first... Young: It's real, it's over! Rajel: Let's get out of here, and I believe I'll find Maxwell to ask him what happened. Sindri: Maxwell? Isn’t he away? :: He looked at Jalana strangely, the quest had gotten to her.:: Ardaris: Maxwell? I don't believe we've met. :Here a Maxwell, there a Maxwell, everywhere a Maxwell, Maxwell.:: Yito: Understood Rajel: Oh I thought everyone had seen that. He appeared in the program as a huge floating head and told us he was working on getting us out. Looks like he's back. Sindri: A floating Maxwell head.. ::He smiled.:: and I thought this quest was the strangest thing I’d seen…. Well, this week at least. Foster: You need to see stranger things. Rajel: Alright everyone, check in your departments and see if anything has been happening outside as well, there were indications. Saveron and I will go and talk with Maxwell. Yito: Understood Young: ::Nodding rapidly:: I'll head to the bridge and see if I can be of any help. Saveron: ? Rajel: And great work, all of you. It was a very unusual situation and I've seen some great adjusting and working towards the common goal. Thank you. Computer, end Program. ::She looked to the piles of treasures and unbreathing body and head of the dragon and it both disappeared without fanfare.:: Ardaris: Thank you, s-. ::She was still getting used to Jalana's sense of informality. ::The crew started to scatter.:: Foster: Ji-hu-- ::He called. It was passionate and yet pitiful, watching the back of Choi Ji-hu as he practically ran out of the holodeck, leaving Wyn standing there.:: ::The others dispersed. He stood there. He finally watched T'Reshik wheel herself out. Wyn still stood there, his frown digging so deeply into his expression that it threatened to tear his lips off his face. He started moving before she could question him, casting one last glance towards her. He was sure Ji-hu wasn't inside her brain either. No. He was quite sure the Ji-hu he knew was dead. There was only T'Reshik and T'Choi now. Served him right for trying to care for someone. Wyn, you stupid fool. What did you learn from all this? People are selfish and think only of themselves. He turned, the last one out of the holodeck and he flipped the fading black and yellow grid a hate-filled middle finger.:: ~*~ ~fin~ ~*~ Lt. Commander Shar'Wyn Foster Chief Medical Officer USS Constitution-B "Why do we fly? Because we have dreamt of it for so long that we must" ~Julian Beck E239010ST0
  5. That wonderful sense of a trope recognised.
  6. I know I'm spamming this thread, but I don't care. I am getting so much pleasure from everyone's amazing writing at the moment. Not that Vulcans care about that sort of thing; right? Because there are worse things than death. Aw. I love Mark. I think we all have days like that.
  7. Made me laugh. I can just hear the fear of an ignominious end in that thought. I love this mental image. I have missed Traenor's dry observations.
  8. Words cannot express how much I love Wyn and his internal monologue.
  9. (( Land of Malex, [datafrag] the Dread’s Mountain ))Processor: Initializing Turing 547, “The Red Dragon’s Hoard,” program index Summersend Fairgrounds, program paused. Data integration failure. Runtime error: data corruption, files 55.57894, 55.57897, 55.57899, 55.57901, [DATA FRAGMENTATION], 55.57907, 55.57911. Initiating default protocols: military training unit. Exit protocols: off. Initializing Turing 547, “The Red Dragon’s Hoard,” program index Summersend Fairgrounds, program paused. Program initializing. Initialization success.::Smoke billowed out of the dragon’s nostrils. She had slumbered for so long, luxuriating in the comfort of her mountain of gold gathered in the great halls of the dragon’s mountain. Now she was awake again after a bracing, regenerative rest. The gold gleamed bright as she ran a claw sensuously through it, knocking huge piles of coins over, tinkling a thousand beautiful songs across the treasure hoard.::[datafrag]: Ah, so long it’s been since a mortal hasApproached. My mountain of gold is modest, and yetMethinks its time to add more jewels, topaz,Emerald, ruby, and, yes, more gold. LetMe take to the summit and see what thoseLittle fools are preparing for [datafrag] the dread.Processor: Data integration failure. Runtime error: data corruption, files 78.75562, 78.75563, 78.75565, 78.75575, [FILE MISSING], [FILE MISSING], [FILE CORRUPT]. Recontextualizing: utilizing present information. Recompiling program parameters. Solution match. Reinitializing.::As she prepared to climb up through the caverns to the summit, she realized something was very, very wrong.::::A pedestal with her most treasured possession sat empty at the end of her hall, a small beam of light shining through the dragon’s cavern showing the absence of what had once sat proudly in a place of covetousness.::[datafrag]: ::smoke puffing furiously:: What’s this?! The Tiara of Wisdom?! GONE?!A THIEF! A thief has snuck into the hallOf terrible [datafrag] the Dread! DawnHas now come for mankind’s doom if so smallA race can steal from a red dragon withImpunity! Who?! Who has stolen fromThe great, terrible [datafrag] of myth?!No offering hence from the human scumCan slate my desire for death and fire!::As she spoke the great, terrible red dragon crawled through the ancient tunnels beneath the mountain, remembered from the last time she’d awoken. She had grown to a gargantuan size in that time, and her scrambling crawl upwards, wings tucked against her scaly, ruby back, simply cleaved new depth to the tunnels.::::The dragon blinked in the sunlight atop the mountain of [datafrag] the Dread. The sky seemed bluer than she remembered, the grass greener, even the stone of the mountainside more vibrant. A dragon’s eyes are keener than any animal of the world, and she turned her gaze over the realm of humans before her. Villages had sprung up below the mountains, farms and mills. They had forgotten her as she’d slumbered, but now they would remember.::::Through it all, she could see something stranger yet. The very sinews of the world, a binary of the absence of power and pure, unadulterated, worldly essence, as if the very fabric of the universe was arrayed before her in ones and naughts. She found this strange new understanding of the world exhilarating, as if she could barely peer into an entirely new realm of stars and darkness. She felt a power over it.::::Then her attention was drawn out of the stars she could see beyond. In the distance she saw a golden gleam, familiar, tantalizing, infuriating. Just outside of the human city, in a teeming, disgusting display of human insolence, the tiara of wisdom sat upon the head of the Queen, the most beautiful woman in all the land. [datafrag] the Dread would collect her prize, but with interest. She would not be satisfied in merely reclaiming her tiara. She would own the beloved queen, and if any challenged her she would embroil the land in fire and death.::[datafrag]: I WILL HAVE MY PRIZE!Processor: Default program status: active. Users: recognized. Program designation: live fire military training. Safety protocols: off.END*****MSNPC [datafrag] the DreadAs simmed by:Lieutenant (JG) Choi Ji-huEngineering OfficerUSS Constitution-BC239402CJ0
  10. "Violence is always abhorrent; occasionally it is necessary." ~ Saveron at some point. Saveron is trained in Western Suus Mahna, which largely follows the same kind of principles as Aikido; disarm and disable. However it maintains some of the older parts of the discipline that the Eastern form does not; he is capable of taking the offensive though he prefers not to. His Nel Gathic culture does not hold with discarding information simply because one finds it disagreeable. They also believe in being prepared for all eventualities. "We do not seek war. But he that would bring war to us, let him beware." ~ A Nel Gathic Comander in Surak's time, now a proverb. He is acceptably competent with a phaser, but vastly prefers not to use one. If at all possible he will talk his way out of a situation.
  11. I'm sure someone thought they were classy. Maybe Teryn would like to pick the next venue?
  12. Priorities You'll have to get in the queue, Choi. Actually, the whole T'Reshik/Choi/Wyn brain-bending sequence of sims has been amazing. A ripping good read!
  13. Absolutely. I think that having the automation available, but having the option of doing things manually, is the best of both worlds. I love cooking, but am quite happy to use the washing machine and dryer.
  14. My husband doesn't understand my love affair with my long-handled shovel. He's always 'we have a ripper attachment for the tractor, you know'.
  15. Or the First Officer. OMG, pleeeeeease speak to the First Officer about it. Go on, I dare you.
  16. (( USS Constitution - Main sick bay )) ::Vulcans rarely registered awkwardness, and T'Reshik even more rarely than most, but as she sat beside Saveron's biobed with her eyes resolutely ahead, she found herself gaining an intimate understanding of the word.:: Saveron: Lieutenant. It is agreeable to know that you were not affected by the same affliction as myself. ::He said at length.:: :: T'Reshik was silent for a moment before responding. :: T'Reshik: Commander. It is acceptable to see you recovered. Saveron: Recovering. I believe that you will be operating at full efficiency prior to myself. T'Reshik: ::After another pause:: To be candid, Commander, I see no reason for us to interact on anything other than a professional basis. ::She didn't look at him.:: Saveron: I believe that it is within the scope of professional interactions to be cordial to one another. However if you find conversing with me disagreeable, I will not insist. ::He replied evenly.:: Your basis for objection is our previous interaction. T'Reshik: It is not that I do not appreciate your previous actions - on the contrary, they were far above the call of duty and executed with commendable sensitivity. ::She paused.:: I mean in the sense that you - put aside your own personal discomfort in order to preserve my wellbeing. :: T'Reshik trailed off. A pause hung between them.:: Saveron: T’Reshik, ::he said gently:: whilst it was not an encounter I would have chosen purely for it’s own sake, I was not discomforted. I am aware that you would have preferred such had not been necessary, but I had not considered that it would affect future interactions. ::That did make T'Reshik look round.:: T’Reshik: I had. Hence my concern. ::Saveron shrugged.:: Saveron: If your concern is over the potential expectation of future interactions, I have none. I find your low-grade antagonism towards the universe at large personally disagreeable. However I do not see that there should be any logical obstacle to our having a functional professional relationship. ::T'Reshik actually seemed to relax a little at this.:: T’Reshik: That is agreeable to hear, since I find both your ethics and your style of communication overly accommodating. We would be poorly-matched as a couple. ::Pause:: As colleagues, however - providing neither of us expect anything more - I concur with your assessment. Saveron: Then we have an understanding. ::His eyes drifted shut. T'Reshik stared at him for a moment more. She had the strangest urge to thank him, but didn't give in to it..:: T'Reshik: We do. ::She looked ahead again, and the silence was easier now.:: END Lt jg T'Reshik Science USS Constitution D239311T10
  17. (( Electric Dream )) ::Somewhere, in another life, Laris' face was wet. He barely felt it. He hadn't cried since he was eight years old. It was hard to believe he was doing so now.:: Laris: oO She wasn't blessed. She was just... an alien. They don't even believe in Her. Oo Ombro: ::dubious:: oO She stood before them. They could reach out and touch Her. They did Her bidding. Oo Laris: oO They're mortals. They came from other worlds to - to take charge. To make us like themselves. Oo Ombro: oO Oh, little one, there is so much you don’t know. Oo Laris: oO I am threespirited. The shaman told me... I was sacred. I could walk in the world of thought. I followed the laws, passed the trials that earnt me my name- is this all it meant? That I could do the exact same thing as some unbeliever from another planet who just happened to have the right... abilities? Technology? Is this what I have devoted my life to upholding? Oo Ombro: ::sighing, annoyed:: oO You know little, kitten. You mewl of knowledge yet you balk at truth. What do you think the first Woman of Light was? She was fire incarnate, made of the stars. Like the sun feeds plants and makes them grow, She raised the H’inji from the dirt. But she taught her Guardians that fire burns, that even suns die. Only today, you met the Woman of Light, and now you have heard Her truth. She was a god, but She left her creations believing She had erred, and her protection was the little she could offer us. She returned to Her kind. As it was then, so it is now. Oo Laris: oO But the shaman... told me... Oo Ombro: oO If your “shaman” has inferred misinformation as sacred teachings, this reflects only on the H’inji’s fanciful, unprepared minds. If you have received some ability you share with a strange smelling “unbeliever” from the stars, it may be little more than an error of time and biology. Oo Laris: oO An... error of biology? This - if what you say is true, then... I can't get my head around this. Oo Ombro: oO As I said, kitten, fire burns. Perhaps you can take that teaching to your shaman. Oo Laris: oO If there's nothing special about me, if there's nothing special about us - what do I do? Where do I go from here? Oo Ombro: ::barking laughter:: oO Little one, you are so concerned with how you’ve been wronged, that you cannot see the jungle for the bushes! You are beget from a being of the stars, who was beget from a people with powers that eclipsed even Her’s. She has returned, yet you see “aliens.” You’ve accepted the role of “threespirit,” yet you are limited by the history it represents. If the Woman of Light were here, she would swat you on the nose and tell you to sit in the corner like the good little pet you are. You are a fierce animal with a mind given to you by a god, yet you whine like the domesticated herd you come from. You are H’inji! That is the Woman of Light’s legacy. Oo ::The ombro's presence began to move away.:: Laris: oO Wait. Please. I have questions. Oo Ombro: ::not looking back:: oO I emerge from a long and painful nightmare. My belly is empty and my claws twitch for the hunt. I will leave you to your electric dream, but when you leave this place you will not be able to find it again. If you try, I will kill you. Hunt well, kitten. Oo ::Laris didn't reply. Footsteps sounded in the distance, and he felt the dream recede around him, like the fading of sunlight at the end of the day. He took his hand away from the white stone, stunned.:: Drajev: Laris! ::Laris turned; Drajev faltered for a moment, perhaps seeing his red-rimmed eyes, but then he stormed forward and flung his arms around him and Laris could not help but return the gesture.:: Drajev: ::pulling away:: The monastery is on fire. I thought you'd been hurt. ::pause:: What is this place? Laris: Drajev - the sunmother - she's an alien. Was an alien. A scientist. This is... where she worked from. ::Drajev looked around, expression inscrutable. After a moment, his eyebrows twitched upwards a bit.:: Drajev: Gotcha. Laris, do you think this place is fireproof? Because if it's not, we should probably think about getting out of here. Laris: Are you serious? Did you even hear what I just told you? ::Drajev took his wrist and started dragging him toward the tunnel again. Laris offered only a moment of resistance, too stunned to do much else.:: Drajev: I heard. You think it changes anything? Laris: You think it doesn't? :: Drajev glanced up at the ceiling, then stopped, turned to face him.:: Drajev: Laris, ever since we made first contact with aliens, we've always known that the universe might reveal more truths than we were previously aware of. The Sunmother created us, right? That's still true? ::Laris nodded.:: Well then. Does where she came from change who she is? Or who we are? Laris: You don't get it. She's no different from the aliens out there. She didn't perform miracles, she just... used machines. It was all just machines. Drajev: Love. To the small-minded, miracles can look every bit like advanced technology. It doesn't mean we should abandon faith. ::Laris felt Drajev grip his hand, and remembered what the ombro had said. Maybe it wasn't over, after all.:: Drajev: Let's go. We both have questions, and there are people out there who might be able to help us answer them. Also, let's not forget that this place is also on fire. Laris: Right. Fire. Yep. :: Hand in hand, the two pelted back down the tunnel, and for a moment Laris could not tell whether he was on two feet or four. He glimpsed the Sunmother once last time, dressed in the garments of the aliens, bright and smiling among them - and then in a flash of light they were gone.:: end Drajev and Laris Nesterovi Heralds of a new age simmed by Lt jg T'Reshik Science USS Constitution D239311T10
  18. Given the recent attacks, I would hope that I would be present in a ship with reasonable defensive (and offensive) capabilities. One wouldn't send a Nova Class into dangerous territory. I would first signal my intentions back to Starfleet Command. Then I would go in with shield up and weapons ready.
  19. One man's paradise is another man's hell.
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