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  1. I thought this was a very well written Emergency Medical sim and enjoyed the details and medical know-how very much. (( Main Medical, Deck 7, USS Juneau )) Oddas: =/\= Response =/\= Nicholotti: Well, now we know. Indobri: Yes. Let’s hope it’s not that severe. But we had best be ready just in case. Karise began to direct the staff and was elbows deep in the preparations when the Ambassador caught her attention and directed it to a nearby biobed. She could see the residual traces of a blue transporter beam nearly gone. The body laying in the bed was in a full EV suit and was unmoving. One arm and a foot were dangling off the side of the bed and the body was so still it appeared lifeless. The only real information she had about the patient was the gender was clearly female. As she neared, she could see telltale signs of scorching in various areas of the suit. The Ambassador began trying to peel the suit off, but it seemed to be fused together. As she got closer, two more realizations came to her. First, the patient didn’t seem to be breathing. Second, she couldn’t sense much mental activity. None, in fact. Indobri: She’s not breathing! Get that suit off her now! She had completely forgotten rank now. This was a true emergency and all of her training was now in full tilt. She activated the monitors on the bed and checked the vital. Nothing. Nicholotti: Already on it! As Karise began to assess the woman, Ambassador Nicholotti began to work on the suit. Somehow, she had found a cutting tool and was now cutting chunks off. All indicators showed that this woman was either dead or so close to it that the monitors couldn’t tell through the suit’s shielding. Her primary concern was whether she was getting any air at all since the EV suit appeared to be completely nonfunctional. Indobri: Is she getting air? Nicholotti: The suit appears dead. That means no air, but I can’t say for how long. This was not good. Whoever this was didn’t have long. Even if she was dead, there was still a chance she could revive her depending on her condition and how long it had been. But that suit needed to come off first. In fact, she needed the helmet off now. Indobri: I don’t mean to rush you, Ambassador, but do you think you can get that helmet off first? She needs air. Nicholotti: Response Properly chastised, Karise did indeed offer a hand and in relatively short order the helmet had been removed. As soon as it came off, Karise’s heart nearly stopped. oO Nyka?! Sweet Dikken, she’s blue from hypoxia. Oo Indobri: Nurse! Triox compound. Stat! The nurse handed Karise a hypo full of the requested compound and she injected it directly into Nyka’s neck. Next, she grabbed a respirator and placed it over her face. oO Come on, Nyka. Breathe! Oo Nearby, the Ambassador had nearly removed the entire suit. The engineer was badly injured. Karise had noted several severe bruises and some burns that presumably came from whatever source had burned the suit and fused the helmet on. Indobri: If I can’t stimulate brain wave activity, her body is not going to take the oxygen from the respirator. :: turns to the nurse :: I need the neurostimulators. Once the nurse had handed them to her, she placed one on either side of her forehead and activated them. Looking at the bio-monitor she was satisfied it was doing it’s job. Hopefully, if it hadn’t been too long, the brain would start to fire on it’s own. Meanwhile, the neurostimulators would provide the neural charges needed to maintain synaptic activity. Next was the cardiovascular system. Nyka’s heart had stopped also. That was to be expected if there had been some sort of electrical discharge. In fact, that could explain a large amount of the injuries she was seeing. She reached over to the medical tray that had been brought over and grabbed the cardiostimulator and placed it over Nyka’s heart. oO Come on, Nyka. Come back. Oo Nicholotti: Response Indobri: Yes. I don’t know what happened, but this looks like she took a heavy jolt from a high voltage discharge. Or maybe even several such jolts. I wish I knew what she had been doing. Nicholotti: Response Indobri: Now, I continue charging her heart and brain until they decide to fire on their own. :: to nurse :: Tricordrazine. 2 ccs. The nurse measured out the requested amount and handed her the hypo. Karise pressed it to the redhead’s temple and depressed the activator. Looking at the bio monitor, she saw the synaptic responses begin to fire. But she would need to wait and see if that was merely due to the combination of the Tricordrazine and the neurostimulators or if they were beginning to fire on their own. Until her brain was active again, her heart wouldn’t beat on its own. Nor her lungs breath on their own. oO Come on. Take it. Oo Lieutenant Karise Indobri Medical Officer USS Juneau NX-99801 A239412S10
  2. The resident evil would probably wear something like this.
  3. (( Bajor, Hathon, Oddas Household, Stardate 238804.02 )) ::The house was mostly dark, after dinner, the lights mostly dimmed. Aria's parents were both home at the same time for a change, still in their militia uniforms. Her mother, Umize had promoted to General earlier in the month, in a normal family this would have likely caused friction, but her father Gura seemed content to remain a Colonel and adviser to the government. The Deka tea and the tuwaly pie sat half eaten in front of her. Tuwaly pie was one of her favorites, but she has just mentioned her future Starfleet plans to her family, not for the first time, but it was causing another argument. Her sister, Ushow, soon to leave for her own academy training in the militia, pushed herself from the table in a sign that clearly said 'I am ashamed of you'. :: Umize: ::dropping her fork:: Is this because of that girl? Oddas: ::raising her voice:: This has nothing to do with Alea! ::taking a deep breath:: This has to do with using my talents to help other people, like ::emphasizing:: my family taught me. Umize: We taught you to take care of ::raising her voice:: Bajor! Not, the rest of the galaxy. ::snidely:: Talents! Using your hands like a common maintenance worker. Oddas: That's what you think of Engineers? What you think of the people who keep your ships in the air, of the people who keep your troops fed with replicators who keep your weapons from exploding in your hands? Do your troops know this? Gura: ::politically::There is no reason to be ... harsh Aria. Oddas: Me?! Gura: ::holding up his hands:: Fine! stay here, be an Engineer. Be a Militia Engineer, you don't need to go join the Federation forces, help your people here. :::She had known this argument was coming. She took a sip of her tea to try and collect her thoughts, but her sister spoke up from the side of the room. :: Ushow: ::quietly, forcefully:: You're going to get hurt, or worse, fighting for someone else. You'll be on some Prophet forsaken rock defending someone or following some orders for people who aren't your own and you'll get wounded or killed. We'll get a nice letter from some Admiral telling us how brave your were, how noble your sacrifice was, how necessary it was to the future of the Federation. ::snorting:: The Federation, as if that is something we need to be part of. Oddas: The Federation sacrificed lives, and ships, and resources when the Dominion came to invade. Were those lives unnecessary sacrifices? Was Bajor a Prophet forsaken rock? ::she paused:: I know you haven't been to the shrine lately, but even you know the Emissary was of the Federation too. Umize: ::anger rising in her voice:: And I know you don't remember it, but the Federation stood by while the Occupation was going on. Oddas: ::sighing:: This is happening, Mom, ::turning to look:: Dad, ::turning again:: Ushow. The Federation wants to do good things and I want to help them. Its what my family taught me to do. I'm going to build up the galaxy the way you've all been building up Bajor. ::softly, apologetically:: I'm sorry you can't see that. ::Her father looked as if he wanted to say something, but her mother spoke first. :: Umize: If you do this, you cannot come back. When that letter your sister described comes, we won't read it. Don't come back for support, don't come back on leave, don't come back when that girl breaks your heart. ::Her mother picked up her dishes, put them in the disposal unit, and left the room. Her father seemed to want to say something, Aria knew from experience he was trying to think of the political way of choosing between his daughter and his mother without upsetting either. She also knew he agreed with his wife: when he disagreed with anyone they knew. He looked like he wanted to make a retreat as quickly as possible. She looked at her father and could feel the tears welling in her eyes but didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry. :: Oddas: ::her voice cracking:: Go, ::clearing her throat:: I know you want to. ::He left, a mixture of disgust and sorrow on his face. She was left with her older sister in the room. Ushow poured herself more tea. :: Ushow: ::standing, but looking at her:: That earring you wear, its our grandmother's. She died rescuing a group of Bajoran pleasure women from a Gul. ::She had said it focusing on Aria's family earring, emphasizing the word 'Bajoran'. :: Oddas: ::mustering her courage:: I know. She didn't know those women, they were strangers to her. I've heard the story, read it on the memorial wall. All my life we've called standing up for what's right what we do in this family. ::she paused, looking at her pie and moving it around with her fork:: I'm just doing that on a larger scale. NT Lt. Commander Oddas Aria Chief Engineering Officer Duronis II Embassy - USS Thunder-A - 70605-A ASDB - Training Team - Top Sims Judge E239305OA0
  4. ((Gardens, Family Villa, Outside of Shi'Kahr, Vulcan)) ::Savan’s family and T’Mihn proceeded up the main walkway into the villa. The first stars of the Vulcan night sky were beginning to appear. T’Nura and Torin went ahead, but Staran paused on the steps to speak with T’Mihn and Savan. The petite Vulcan stopped and looked skyward, indigo eyes scanning the velvet black sky, with it's twinkling jewels.:: ::She stargazed as a child, but not much now traveling through spae at ultra illuminal speeds. Star gazing on TIl'ahn she would do, but it didn't "feel"right, this did.:: :: She sensed movement next to her. Saran moved next to her, pointing at constellation patterns and notable man made objects in space.as he spoke. Staran: My wife’s ancestors who originally lived on this land knew the stars. The arc of the ancient constellations run immediately above us this time of year. T’Mihn: Ah.yes. :;Pointing:: That one is Mother Sehlat, over there is her cub. That is le-matya who seems to be chasing the cub but never catches him. Staran: And there, in the middle of that constellation is Kuvak Station. That is where the Ti’Shaan is in port. ::Looking:: T’Mihn: The Station seems to be in the eye of Shovock. OOC: (A raptor type bird, very large, graceful, and seen to be a good luck omen.) Staran: Kuvak Station is set in geosynchronous orbit with Shi’Kahr. I would like to invite you both to the station and on board the Ti’Shaan before you leave Vulcan. Savan: I would like to see more of the ship. T’Mihn: ::Nodding.:: As would I. Staran: In fact, the Ti’Shaan is the first in its class. It is the most elaborate starship that our people have constructed in some time. ::Staran would probably not admit it, but he sure seemed very proud of the ship and artistry behind her.:: Staran: Do not take this in the wrong way, I have great respect for Starfleet. But as I’m sure as you both understand, the interests of Vulcan and Starfleet are not always one and the same. It is time that we return to the stars in our own way. We too were explorers. ::T'Mihn looked at the man. Savan saw that she appeared to be fighting the urge to smile.:: T’Mihn: No offense is taken, where none is given Staran. I tend to disagree on 'were', we still are explorers. Exploring, mind, or the katra is still exploration. ::Savan realized this could be an interesting exchange. His contact with his uncle was so limited. He was no seeing him through an adult’s eyes, not a troubled child’s. Staran had a face that almost seemed both surprised or bemused, as much as a Vulcan officer would admit.::: Staran: Commander, with all do respect, I do not believe you have spent much time on Vulcan. The stars do not draw as many as they should, and as for the mind, I believe more exploration, as you call it, should be encouraged. T'Mihn: I can see you have much on the mind, and things to share with Savan. Staran: And how did you arrive at that conclusion? ::Staran looked almost perplexed.:: T'Mihn: You had that certain look only a fellow parent can recognize. It's a logical conclusion, after today's events, much must be discussed and contemplated. Staran: Indeed, commander... ::Savan then watched T’Mihn continue into the home, leaving Staran momentarily silent.:: Savan: Well, we should join the others. ::The elder approached Savan and looked at him, directly but with a quiet warmth of a Vulcan parent. He wasn’t following T’Mihn inside.:: Staran: No, your associate T’Mihn is correct. We do have much to discuss together. Savan: ::raising an eyebrow:: I supposed you are correct. ::Savan was at a lost of words. Here he was with the father figure who sent him away years before and with whom he had few exchanges in the years to follow. Thankfully, his uncle stepped in.:: Staran: Walk with me, my nephew. ::And so did Savan obey his uncle’s words. He followed him quietly as they finally arrived at the viewing place of Shi’Kahr. The city lights glowed in the distance, with its spires reaching upward. On foot, the capital would be more than an hour away. He remembered how Staran had to be near the city because of his post, but preferred to remain on its outskirts.:: Staran: So I trust you met with the doctors from the Vulcan Science Academy while you were on board the KiVahl? Savan: I did. Staran: Your silence says nothing and everything. Savan: In all frankness, I am uncertain by the findings they presented. ::The words coming out of Savan’s throat did not at all feel like himself. And apparently, he was not the only one to notice.:: Staran: I need to interrupt you, my nephew. I realize that we have not spoken a great deal since you left this home, and that you may see me as an officer of the High Command who may happen to be a relative. But you do not need to assume Vulcan airs and restraint for my benefit. When it comes to a matter of this gravity, it is illogical to ignore your identity . Savan: I do not understand. Staran: Savan, speak your truth. Speak in the way that is appropriate for you. Only in that manner may I truly understand your position. You are son of two worlds, Savan. There is no shame in truth. ::Savan was a little dumbstruck now. In other words, his uncle was asking him to be himself.:: Savan: Alright, I am very torn by what the doctors told me. Staran: Torn? Explain. ::The Vulcan captain looked sincerely confused. It was clear that he thought the doctor’s offer to repair the Trellium D damage was positive.:: Savan: Uncle, after I had to leave this world, I had to forge my own path. No one on Vulcan could help me in the end with who I became. I was not wanted here. ::Savan paused as he heard the words come out of his mouth despite himself. He could then sense a shift in Staran. It appeared he had hit a chord for his uncle, who was looking off into the distance and then turned to look at his nephew.:: Staran: Savan, before we go any further, know this. I took your custody very seriously. In fact, I did not want you to leave. Savan: You did not? ::All Savan could remember was Staran’s seemingly infinite frustration with his inability to behave.:: Staran: No. But logic dictated that I choose another course of action. Having you remain on Vulcan would have given you no future—at least not one I wanted for you. Sending you to another world more open to emotions… to be raised with someone who could understand better than I did, that was the only logical choice. ::Now it was Savan’s turn to be surprised.:: Savan: I never considered it that way. ::Staran then stood up and looked at the villa.:: Staran: How could you? For all intense and purposes, you were a child. And you were more than my nephew, I considered you my son. I had only the best intentions for you. Savan: ::quietly:: I appreciate you saying that. ::Of course, the Vulcan captain was not going to get too expressive and changed topics.:: Staran: Now let us return to the topic at hand. You are, as you say, “torn.” Savan: Yes. I found my own way. It is imperfect, yes. It is not always easy. I need to rely on medicines and treatments, to compensate. But I have survived and, in the end, learned and thrived. Staran: ::perplexed: And you believe restoring the full functioning of your emotional control centers would destroy what you have learned? Savan: Not just that, it may destroy who I am, who I have become. Staran: My nephew, I know that you are aware that treatment, if successful, will not cause you to suppress either your memories or sense of identity. I sense that your concerns lie elsewhere. ::Savan realized that his uncle saw a fallacy in his worries.: Savan: Perhaps they do. ::Something of an epiphany occurred.:: Staran: I think I understand. It is because you will now have a choice. Savan: A choice? Staran: A choice between adopting the Vulcan way or maintaining your own. That is what your concerns are about. You think you need to turn your back on your past now? Savan: I think that would be a correct assessment. ::Now Staran began to sound paternal and all-knowing, but Savan actually appreciated it.:: Staran: Savan, I know how well educated and well versed in Vulcan tradition Torin is. As the educator he is, he would have shared that with you.. And I know that you understand that the Vulcan mental disciplines take years to master. While of course, much of that foundation is done during adolescence, it is a lifelong process of mastery and self-discovery. And it is clear to me that you have discovered many of these concepts on your end. Savan: Then why did the doctors come to me with this treatment? Staran: I asked them to speak with you, even though the findings are preliminary… ::Staran paused a moment.:: because I wanted you to be given the option of this treatment... but not to force you to follow the Vulcan Way or to sacrifice your identity. I wanted you be able to have the full ability to explore your mind and all its capacities, just as any other Vulcan is able to. Where you go is your decision and yours alone. My intention is for your path to simply be a less arduous one. I am aware of the challenges you have undergone and how you have transcended them. ::Savan knew what his uncle was referring to in a roundabout way. No medications, no frequent psych checkups, no repeated neurological exams—or at least, far less of all of it. And then there was more, perhaps even the ability to meld. He then felt something he had been wanting to say for years come out.:: Savan: To be honest, Uncle, I did not want to leave this planet, Uncle. I just wanted to be a Vulcan, a Vulcan like everyone else but I could not. And within, part of me still does. I wanted to belong, to fit into this society. ::Savan stared off into the lights of Shi'Kahr.:: Staran: My nephew, you are a Vulcan. While most of us now follow the Teachings of Surak in a way that conforms to certain traditions, there is always diversity in the Vulcan way. ::Savan looked at his uncle, trying to process still the exchange that had just happened.:: Staran: I am certain the others are waiting for us. ::Staran got up to leave the viewing area and return to the villa.:: Savan: Uncle, if you could take a few moments more, could you please tell me about my father? Staran: Varis was brilliant. It is not a word we Vulcans use to describe one another, but it is appropriate in your father’s case. His insights were often unparalleled. Savan: How so? Staran: That will take some time. Let us talk about him tomorrow. I have taken leave while you are here. I can accompany you to meet with the doctors, and then we speak further about your father. ::Savan sensed there was more to Staran’s words, but decided to allow him share it on his own time.:: Savan: I would appreciate that. NT Lt. Commander Savan Tactical/Security Officer Embassy of Duronis II/USS Thunder-A
  5. Whaaa?? What exactly would an android call that list? I know what the human term would be.
  6. T'Lea when she learns of this news!
  7. It's a shame we never got to sim something between Rahman and T'Lea, Rich. I think it would have been interesting to see how that developed over time. These are great lines!
  8. Bwa-ha-ha!! Poor Mr. Dickens. That was just Evil, Ryan. Evil. LOL BTW, that whole sim was really great. I enjoyed every morsel of it.
  9. Aw shucks! Thanks. ::psst thanks for fixing the typo:: Shhh... it never happened.
  10. Dramatic music. Stunned look. "Halla trees?" "Perfect!"
  11. King: ::Hopeful:: Undalar is a nice resort town on your homeworld of Vulcan, correct? ::beat:: Maybe we can make a ship-wide picnic of it!
  12. Awesome! I really like this guy.
  13. I would love to see that. Are you sure you want T'Lea on overwatch? ::wraps him in toilet paper while he's mentally not home::
  14. ^^ I was just going to post that. And you guys thought T'Lea was bad. HAHAHAA!
  15. Core: Computer, send a memo to Captain Rahman- Pa *blest*’va kenkt! ::The Rodulan had literally dropped PADD, eyes extraordinarily wide and hands sort of up in the instinctual attempt to protect himself. There was a woman in his office. Computer: Memo sent. ::*There was a woman in his office and the lights weren't on and there's literally no noise coming from her head what even*-:: Pandora: Lieutenant Commander Core. I am here to report for duty. -- Watch your language mister, there's a lady-computer present.
  16. Definitely a tough series of sims to write. Stoopy characters and their stoopy feels, makin' me feel something. It's nice to hear we weren't the only ones effected. Thanks guys.
  17. The Three Anti-Amigos. You guys are bad, but oh so fun.
  18. I think Ms Moonsong is going to have her hands full. And so is sickbay if Vetri has anything to say about it.
  19. [N2-C] Lt. Cmdr Luna Walker: "EMPty threats? Not likely" :: Ok, things were getting stranger now. T'Lea was reaching out to touch Rune. And doing it in a familiar way, as if they'd been.. Sudden realization set in. The two were dating! They'd likely had a fight or something before the mission had started.. and had been all [...]ly. But now... now they were holding onto each other.:: -- Yes. Strange indeed. That's their secret handshake. Nothing to see here. Move along.
  20. She is loved. Very much loved. In a hate kind of way. ;D
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