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    Foster: Hey, if there’s one thing a warrior culture values, it’s people who can put broken warriors back together again.  So maybe this won’t be so bad.

    Spears: Why Doctor Foster, I think that’s the most optimism I’ve heard from you yet! 

    ::Foster slung the supplied he had packed over his shoulder and headed out, waiting for Ed to gather his things.::

    Foster: Well, I’ve worked triage in some pretty bad situations.  So I’m hoping this sickbay will only be moderately irritating to work in.

    Spears: And there’s the Doctor Foster I’ve come to expect! You had me worried for a minute...

    I love Dr Spears already. 

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  2. 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
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    ::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.::

    OMG the feels! Poor Wyn! *cries*

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    ::The speed with which the corpses went up in flames suggested to T'Reshik that they had either been treated with flammable substances or, perhaps, dried out too much during the embalming process - either way it was a clear weakness. ::

    No one likes sloppy workmanship.

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    Rajel: Not very surprising. ::As she stepped inside with the rest the interior was the first thing that pulled Jalana's attention to her. It was dark, gloomy, old and not very welcoming. It felt depressing but also fascinating in a way. She whispered.:: Make notes, Rue, I might want to redecorate the bridge. 

     

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  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.

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    ::T'Reshik caught Vinfael giving her a look. T'Reshik attempted to stare him down. She hadn't yet devoted much attention to the injury on her side, not because sitting there on a horse with blood streaming down the side of her armour made her look like a total badass, but rather because her physician's instincts told her that it was fairly superficial. Looking like a badass was just an unexpected bonus.::

    Not that Vulcans care about that sort of thing; right?

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    Georgio: Oh dear gods of the fashion challenged. There are other colours than red, in this galaxy darling.

    Because there are worse things than death.

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    Why hadn't he been like Georgio and opted for a multiple location emitter?  He could be safely in his quarters by now. The downsides of trying to be more human was that it made him more... human.

    Aw. I love Mark. 

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    Vehk: So it seems. ::He tensed his jaw.:: And it is likely best you not openly speculate about murdering a colleague. ::Who’d have thought he’d have to say that? One was free to think it, of course. He’d been contemplating murder in his head all afternoon. Loudly.:: 

    I think we all have days like that.

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    Young: ::Mumbling to himself:: I'm gonna die on a holodeck on my first assignment

    Made me laugh. I can just hear the fear of an ignominious end in that thought. 

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    Frag: Sparkles! I’m loving the ’do! Sent a pic to my dear old mother, she was MORTIFIED, it was exquisite!

    I love this mental image. 

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    ::ESPO. The last time Maxwell had been in this office, it had been a shrine to the religion of chaos theory.There was a comfort in knowing that some things never change.::

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    ::Looking over Frag's shoulder at her poster of the Tellarite Parrises Square team, and all that spandex defying all known laws of physics, Maxwell had a very hard time biting back a retort about inappropriate costumes and glass houses and rocks et al.::

    I have missed Traenor's dry observations. 

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  8. (( 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 has
    Approached. My mountain of gold is modest, and yet
    Methinks its time to add more jewels, topaz,
    Emerald, ruby, and, yes, more gold. Let
    Me take to the summit and see what those
    Little 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 hall
    Of terrible [datafrag] the Dread! Dawn
    Has now come for mankind’s doom if so small
    A race can steal from a red dragon with
    Impunity! Who?! Who has stolen from
    The great, terrible [datafrag] of myth?!
    No offering hence from the human scum
    Can 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 Dread

    As simmed by:

    Lieutenant (JG) Choi Ji-hu
    Engineering Officer
    USS Constitution-B
    C239402CJ0

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  9. "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.

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    T’Reshik: I see. ::She thought some more.:: I do not consider myself to have any significant unresolved affairs, although I would still ask that you credit my name on any ensuing papers.  ::Another calm pause.::

    Priorities

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    On one hand, he’d almost fainted from shock of her admission, on the other hand he had almost leapt across the operating table and strangled his Vulcan friend.

    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!

     

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  11. 7 hours ago, Mei'konda said:

    It sure is nice when we have the luxury to choose to do things a certain way and don't have to do it the old fashioned way.  We do it because we want to.

    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.

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