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About Brell

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    Bolians the other Blue aliens.
  • Birthday 08/09/1985

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  1. Would be nice to have another Bolian around @Bolianbob glad you found us too.
  2. Brell enjoys the human styled tuxedo as much more comfortable than the dress uniform that never fits him quite right, so he will again go with that look for this years awards.
  3. MSPNPC Arbitrator Parven Try'vel - Welcoming committee of one ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Illara Prime, Diplomatic Landing Pad Delta)) :: Parven had received word that the Federation shuttle had been detected by the system patrol ships and was descending towards the city-planet with the haste one would expect from a group posting such serious claims against one of the more well known and respected businesses within the Expanse. That they had arrived several hours early had been unexpected however and had been of a slight inconvenience as he had been enjoying quite the relaxing time in the fashion district when word came of their imminent arrival an hour or so later and Parven just had to have enough time to make himself look presentable. :: :: Ever prompt Parven had arrived on the landing pad several minutes prior to the El Dorado's descent into the atmosphere and the Caraadian stared up at it as the sleek vessel alighted on the pad with ease, its landing struts absorbing the weight of the shuttle itself as it settled on the pad. Parven casually strode around to the rear of the shuttle, the aft he believed it was referred to as the rear ramp lowered into place. A moment later the crew within emerged and Parven was delighted to see a familiar face, even though he knew she was among the delegation. Seeing Lyldra the Caraadian smiled the over extravagant smile one used to pomp and circumstance preferred. With her he noted another, somewhat portly Bolian in Starfleet uniform of crimson highlights. From his knowledge, the male matched description of the renowned commander of the Federation's lone starship in the Expanse. Behind the Bolians Parven noted a pair of Terrans, one in gold and one in teal. Though he wasn't overly certain of the significance of their colors. The arbitrator did notice the sidearms both the male Bolian and the female in gold carried openly on their hips. Such was the right of dignitaries and he found it amusing in a way. None here would question the weapons, though many might find it entertaining to see such meager weapons being displayed as if marks of honor. :: :: As for the Caraadian himself, to say he was flashy was more than an understatement. He wasn't overly tall, standing somewhere between five and six feet in height was the least remarkable thing about him. Shoulder length blonde hair rested about his shoulders, billowing in the breeze from the winds roiling about on the landing pad. At least, there was enough blonde noticeable that one could tell that was possibly his natural hair color. At first blush it might not be so easy a thing to peg as vibrant streaks of silver, teal, and bright blue seemed dyed into the man's hair like a resplendent rainbow of eye-catching hues. Still, that was only one of the notable things about the male. His garb, if one could describe it in words looked like a tailor had taken the scraps of a half dozen different discarded outfits, or the scraps that had not gone into the final product and stitched them together in a rather odd, but well manufactured canvas of at least three different fabrics. Some of the suit he wore was at strange angles and might have gotten in the way had they not been made of soft material. The suit had as many colors as his hair, purple, deep green and orange highlights. The emblem of Arbitrator was sewn into the left breast of his clothing. And then there were the frills. So many frills. He looked like a walking pillowcase. And even it had a stylistic edge to insignia itself. Every hand had a ring, some gem encrusted, some not but all of them excessively ostentatious. Yet as he stepped up to greet Lyldra when she exited the craft his eyes would be the last thing of note. The unnatural heterochromatic tint of his eyes, contacts of course though they were hard to spot. The right eye a pupil-less silver, while the left was a vivid forest green. Parven outstretched his arms to his sides and in the air slightly in an overly dramatic flourish as he greeted them all. :: Try'vel: ::His voice a soft baritone:: Ah! Lyldra! It's such a delight to finally get to meet you! ::He gestured to them all with his hands beckoning them all to come closer:: Welcome to Illara Prime! Lyldra: Good to meet you in person. ::Looking to the others.:: This is Try’Vel is the arbiter who will be hearing our argument against the Consortium. :: Parven saw the looks he received from the gather Starfleet officers and let out a raucous roil of laughter then clasped his hands together so all of the rings clinked together and were quite visible. :: Brell: Ah, Nice to meet you sir. I look forward to your judgment in this matter. Try'vel: Oh, my dear Captain it's a pleasure! I had no idea the person speaking at this arbitration would be the Ambassador's own husband. I must say, the Federation knows how to keep their people well fed! ::He laughed and waved a hand dismissively:: Parven Try'vel, House Lanaxa. Well, formerly. ::He cackled and expressively waved his hands about in an exaggerated manner:: Hyden: :smiled: Pleasure to meet you. Anyone: Response Try'vel: Oh, the pleasure is all mine. ::He said with a bit of a lascivious curl to his lips as he scooted closer to Hyden:: I dare say I haven't seen such a lovely woman so well armed since we had a Klingon contingent through here a few years back. ::He clasped his hands together and eyed Hyden's uniform:: I say, it's not very flattering. I know a wonderful tailor that could put some wonderful touches to your uniforms. They're so drab..and....functional. Lyldra: response Try'vel: Oh yes. My apologies, ambassador! You'll forgive me I could talk about fashion all day! ::He made a giggling sound and gestured with a flourish that had his hair and the trails of his suit billowing about behind him:: Please, follow me and I'll see you someplace confortable to await the hearing. :: The Caraadian lead the Federation group from the landing pad through the nearby structure that, like many all over the planet towered in the sky. Several hundred floors at least and in this particular case all housing various diplomatic personnel and facilities. One such locale, a rather luxurious lounge that had a view overlooking a central square of sorts. The communal square was still several thousand feet in the air, but below the view offered by the windows and had the faint, ant-like shadows of people milling about among the shops and establishments on offer. Across the way was a view of the landing pad where the El Dorado was parked and several other spectacular views. Parven stopped centrally in the room and spun about as if he were on a fashion runway, palms open and gesturing around the well furnished room. Several couches, chairs, tables and even a bar with a wide assortment of libations sat at the back. A communication console sat on the wall opposite the floor to ceiling windows. :: Try'vel: Your accommodations! Splendid isn't it? I mean, I'm sure it must be horribly drab and cramped on those starships of yours yes? ::He said in genuine ignorance:: Well, the proceedings are to take place within the hour. I've already contacted the Consortium's representative and notified him of your arrival. As soon as the Phoenix arrives and it's commander lands we can begin. Anyone: response ========================================================= MSPNPC Parven Try'vel of House Lanaxa (Formerly) Freeworlds Council - Arbitrator as simmed by Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga Mission Specialist USS Atlantis NCC-74682 PodCast Team Atlantis Staff Member Writer ID: A239410TR0 https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga @Toryn Raga This was one of the most humorous introductions of MSPNPC ever!
  4. ((Beta Quadrant, Partha Expanse, Romulan Republic Warbird Illa’variea, Corridor near Main Shuttle Bay)) ::Being on a Romulan ship was new to most of the Atlantis's crew, despite the Empire having fallen and the Republic being a softer friendlier?? face of the Romulan people. It was still rare to be allowed on one of their ships, even if as with the Illa’variea Fleet and especially Intelligence knew the ins and outs of these ships:: Logan oO As I'm sure they know about the Atlantis, they may not be the Old Empire at face value but I'm sure these new apples haven't fallen far from the tree Oo ::Kurt was here having a conversation with his fellow Marine 2nd Lieutenant Osiris, the over sized kitty and enemy scaring machine. Know as 'RUN...RUN...RUN AWAY!!!!!!' or a Worene to those not being hunted by one:: ::It always made Kurt feel a little hollow when he saw the Marines on board, true he had seen action and been involved in situations that pushed those beyond any training, his arm could testify to that. Even before he had passed out of training, but he over ranked one that he shouldn't. The Worene Osiris, his expertise and experience made Kurt's look like he was still in diapers:: ::There was that difference among the Corp as had been showed when they had been joined by by fellow Marine Solana and battered back and forth that rank could be a fluid thing if respect was there. There wasn't many that the team respected more than the battle hardened hunter, Kurt just wished his rank reflected that:: Logan: Sorry bit vague my bad. When we came on board I noticed one of the Romulans had a small physical issue. I thought nothing of it people get injured goes with the territory, since then however I've seen three others with the same problems. Osiris: What sort of injury? Logan: Heavier breathing, one foot with a slightly heavier toe slap and a knee tightness, I thought one was sweating more but I didn't think me sticking my face in his or holding a Tricorder to him would go down all that well::Shrugging:: Not sure why ::Shaking his head in confusion:: Anyway I need your senses to see if you can find something, traces of increased sweating anything. I'm going to go to Captain McKnight and tell him what I've seen but I need a check, see if I'm miss reading something or there's more I'm not seeing. :: The Worene was silent one ear stayed focused on him the other twitched back and forth as sounds reached him. His whiskers canting from side to side as his tail continued it's back and forth lazy motion, his eyes showed the intellect that hid behind, very well hid however, the incredibly sharp teeth and razor sharp claws:: Osiris: You're concerned there might be an affliction among the Romulan crew? Or are you worried some of them might be like the ones that tried to kill Hyden andKiliak? Logan: Yes, no and a dozen other ideas ::Rubbing the left side of his temples he willed the ache away:: Logan: It's Unlikely to be the ones Hyden and Kiliak ..... met :: He had heard some of the details through scuttlebutt not all of it but enough to know a couple of things:: Logan: To start she didn't hit four of them unless there's more to it than I've heard. And if she did to not them all in the same way to cause those symptoms...... Not likely I'd say. This ship is undermanned and under resourced but again four crew injuried in exactly the same way by an accident .....That is entirely to coincidental. Osiris: I can do as you ask, but I am no tricorder. I can tell you if they're different from the others on board, but not if that difference is anything of medical import. Unless I've sensed an illness before, then I can tell the difference in a person. Logan: Thank you Osiris, I hope I'm wrong but damage to the foot is nerves if it's what I see. And if that's the case.... ::Kurt had no reason to continue his sentence the outline of his thoughts were easy to follow:: Osiris: Response Logan: There's something up that we know nothing about, what were heading for is undoubtedly a trap. One that's been... I don't know how long in the making. And it's a trap that makes no sense, as soon as we had Captain Brell back their subdefuge was no longer needed, we were at their mercy. Shields bypassed, destroyed Nacelle and out Computer core not in our control. Osiris: Response Logan: There's no sense in what their doing, putting this much resource in to this ?... why??. We haven't really hurt them regardless of what we've done, and if they put 2% of the energy from this into other things we wouldn't be anywhere near them for decades. We've no military clout in the Expanse, we've limited ships only one base, no real Diplomatic ability as much as Commander Lyldra tries. And what ever good we can do gets undone at the next battle. They have spies everywhere, have infiltrated a lot of the houses and free worlds league id say as they havent been fazed by any of the pressure that has been put there way. As there get out of trouble lies have been lame to say the least. So why put all this effort in. So anything you can guess at, piece together, beg, borrow or steal big guy anything and everything that hunters mind can dream up Marine Captain Kurt Logan Ast Chief Marine Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 E239203KLO
  5. I almost said Serek and Spock but went with other simply because My choice would be Serek and his Children. Spock, Sybok and Michael Burnham all had interesting complicated relationships with Serek that made us a viewers aware that parenting is complicated in any century human or not.
  6. (( J. Marshall Personal Quarters, USS Gorkon )) ::After a gruelling morning spent with Cory, trying to drag him out of the funk he'd slipped himself into, Jo picked up a mug of coffee from the replicator and sat with a huff down onto the sofa. Running her hands up into her hair, she blew out a sigh and thought of everything she needed to do. Her eyes drifted to the Academy image on her desk; to the decathlon team, to the face peeking out from underneath layered mud and bright smiles. ::Action in mind, Jo leant forward and tapped into her PADD until the spinning logo of Starfleet exchanged for the outgoing subspace communication image, searching for one recipient in particular.:: (( Hydens Personal Quarters, USS Atlantis )) :: After an extra long night the sleep Maddi needed had finally come, though she had slept longer then she wanted. She had slowly made her way to the replicator and picked up the large glass of chocolate milk. She smirked most would not drink that in her shape, but she knew how to work it off. She had sit down and heard the chirp of her PADD. :: oO I wonder who that could be. Oo :: She activated the PADD and waited for it to load, upon it loading she couldn’t help but smile at the face that showed up. :: Hyden: =/\= Hi Jo! Long time no talk! I didn’t expect to hear from you. How have you been? What’s up? =/\= :: Maddi was excited to hear from Jo it had been awhile. Luckily Jo knew how Maddi was when she was excited. On the other end of the line, Jo chuckled, voice coming through the connected line.:: Marshall: =/\= I’m good, Mads. How’re you doing? You’re looking well. =/\= Hyden: =/\= I’m glad to have some rest. After the last mission and being slammed against a wall from an explosion I’ve needed to rest my body. Finally feeling somewhat like myself again. So I guess the rest has restored my amazing looks. :: she laughed. :: I got promoted so that happened. So why exactly did you message me? I don’t hear from you often? =/\= Marshall: =/\= I got your message through and it’s been too long. =/\= ::Hadn’t it just? Three years or so since she’d come out of the Academy, and life had passed at a click.:: =/\= Congratulations on the promotion! They’re doing good shifting you up the ladder. How’re you finding your ship? =/\= Hyden: =/\= It has been awhile. Honestly can't believe I haven’t seen you in Three years. Thanks! Well someone must think the same as you. The ships great I couldn’t ask for a better crew. ::She sighed:: How’s things for you? =/\= Marshall: =/\= Good. ::She smiled and it was twinged with happiness.:: Really good. Life’s changed quite a bit since the last time we spoke. =/\= Hyden: =/\= I saw you made Executive Officer! Congratulations! You’ve done some amazing things and I’m proud of you. ::She smiled.::=/\= :: She considered Jo one of her closest friends only slightly lower then Esa. :: Marshall: =/\= I got a package from you when we stopped off at Starbase 123. ::On the other end of the screen, Jo held up the casing.:: I’ve not opened it yet. I wanted to check you hadn’t sent me something like a live canary. =/\= Hyden: =/\= No :: Maddi laughed. :: Why would I send you a canary? The package is not something you’ll expect. Just open it. :: She squealed trying to hide her excitement. :: =/\= ::The audible click of the casing snapped open and on the other end of the line, Jo was silent for a moment. When she looked back up at the screen, it was with a look of surprise crossing her face, eyes wider than usual.:: Marshall: =/\= Good grief, Maddi, where did you get this from? =/\= Hyden: =/\= I had it made by a Master Sword Maker the same one who made mine. Is there something wrong with it? =/\= Marshall: =/\= No, no… It’s incredible… =/\= ::There was some rustling on the other end as she took out the sword by the handle, the inscription on the blade in characters she couldn’t understand. Ornate and beautiful, with a forest green hilt, diamonds forming in the centre. It looked sharp - she didn’t need to chance running her thumb up the edge to find that out.:: Marshall: =/\= I’m speechless. Thank you. I really don’t know what to say. =/\= Hyden: =/\= Well you’re one of my closest friends and to commemorate that I wanted you to have something not only as a memory, but that could also keep you safe. The inscription reads (People Like You Are Rare) I have trained in the ways of the Samurai since the Academy hiding it. I was promoted to a Master around the time we went on our training cruise. =/\= :: Maddi paused and disappeared from the screen momentarily to return with a blade equal to that of Jo’s. It had a crimson red hilt with gold embedded in the hilt as well. The blade also reading an inscription. One Maddi didn’t make but her teacher had put on the sword. :: Hyden: =/\= I’ve continued in my training to learn more and more, however, this is my blade. The inscription put on by my master. It says The blade that’s joined the old warrior with the new. You’re truly one of my closest friends and though I barely get to see you. I wanted you to have something to always remember me. =/\= :: Maddi smiled and expertly sheathed the sword setting it down out of view. She knew it had shocked Jo, but she was glad she had the ability to give her something that would make a lasting impression. :: ::And it had! With a reverence of something so precious, Jo held the sword in her hands and watched the reflections of the lights above her head bounce off the perfectly honed steel. Incredibly beautiful, Jo momentarily flitted her eyes are her quarters, trying to think of the perfect place to put it. When her attention came back to the screen, she beamed.:: Marshall: =/\= It’s hard to forget the Cadet I had to drop kick out of bed twice a week. =/\= Hyden: =/\= I don’t know what you are even talking about. :: She winked. :: =/\= Marshall: =/\= Oh no you don’t. All the discipline in the known universe couldn’t get you out of your pit on time. ::The memory an all too clear one and Jo smiled a little wistfully at how strange that it felt so long ago.:: How’s Esa doing? Is she settling in alright? =/\= Hyden: =/\= I don’t recall that… but if I was as you say it would make sense. :: The thought made her laugh. Jo always knew how to make her laugh. :: Esa is doing ok at least from what I can tell. She hasn’t told me any different. I do think I know one thing that bothers her though. She’s been trying to get the Symbiont Commission to recruit her for joining and from what I hear it hasn’t been going well. I hope it changes for her soon. =/\= :: Maddi knew this was something Esa had always wanted and she hoped that it could happen soon. :: Marshall: =/\= Good. Tell her to stick at it. It’s a hard process and she might be disappointed, but, hey, she got into Starfleet, right? Shoot for the moon and live amongst the stars? =/\= ::The Symbiont Commission was nothing but fastidious - they had their pick from the available Trill that could host a symbiont, to begin with, and the selection was confined to the best. Those who displayed the characteristics and psychological patterns that would sync the symbiont and host up perfectly. When Kian had undergone his joining, Jo had picked Erin’s brains on the subject and done as much reading as she could. ::She still knew next to nothing. Trills were a secretive bunch.:: Hyden: =/\= Esa is tough and this is something she has worked towards since she was young. I have no doubt she’ll be chosen. =/\= :: Maddi was cut short by what sounded like a communication on Jo’s end. The soft chirp of a comm. badge incoming request for her attention. Jo was silent for a few moments before popping back up on the screen.:: Marshall: =/\= No doubt. ::She smiled, with a nod.:: Give her my best and wish her luck. She’s going to need it. I’ve got to run, but it was good to catch up with you, Madds. You’re doing great. =/\= Simmed by Lieutenant JG Maddi Hyden Security/Tactical Officer USS Atlantis - NCC 74682 A239511MH0 There is no real security except for whatever you build inside yourself. and Lt. Commander Jo Marshall First Officer USS Gorkon - NCC-82293 G239304JM0
  7. I love this point! Something that bothers me about the too much technology in Discovery argument other than it was the same argument thrown around in Enterprises' time, is that TOS was Sci-Fi dreamed up in the 60's with a 1960's outlook on what would be futuristic. The same with TNG it is very much a product of late 80/early 90's hopeful idealism and expected future tech, DS9 and VOY are both similar in they aired and used sci-fi possibilities popular in the 90's. Those three shows got away with being more different than TOS because in universe TOS was decades and decades ago. Enterprise and Discovery suffer from not being set later, but are still Sci-Fi stories being told from early 2000's and late 2010's perspectives. Holotech is somewhat real now, so we have hard time not picturing it in regular use well over a hundred years from now, in the 80's the idea was newer and so holodeck was a new tech in season one of TNG and yet by late VOY the characters spoke about how they had favorite holo characters as kids. So trek has always changed to represent the time it's in idea of whats the future might hold. Just like the comment that someone from the 19th century might find texting odd, we could be totally wrong about holo-tech being everywhere one day, but right now it seems it will be and that is generally what our current sci-fi shows. More on topic - Had a little catch up fest last night and really enjoyed 3,4,5 Watching them in row felt right as they all did feel a bit more connected than the first few episodes did. Looking forward to Rahman's review of the fifth episode too!
  8. I had to go with Family as it's one of the best and most re-watchable episode of TNG, rare for the syndicated series to have follow up episodes that dealt directly with what happened in a previous episode. Seeing the characters especially Picard, picking up the pieces after the borg event was great. Though to me, after Star Trek Generations came out the episode gained another level of sadness, as we were told Rene and Robert Picard had died tragically and unexpectedly. Close second for favorite shore leave episode is in DS9's fifth season, "Let He Who is without Sin..." Risa and Federation extremists whats not to love!
  9. My partner and I were both going "TIG!" when we saw her, and what a neat character she seems to have too. I hope we see more of her.
  10. Atlantis has used a shuttles or it's aeroshuttle support craft at some point in every mission we have had so far! The story telling avenues they can open up are endless. Even if some of those are "OMG, we have to save the shuttle!"
  11. Too many lost Red shirts under Kirk. Had to go with him as my last choice.
  12. I went with tucker, I mean look what happened the first time he went aboard an alien ship. He got knocked up from playing with telepathic pebbles. That unlucky precedent set his bar pretty high for the rest of the show.
  13. Three cheers for all of the amazing duty post award recipients!! Congratulations! And another round of cheers to our fleet! 🎖️🎖️🎖️ , this community truly is something special.
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