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Devon Romjin (Rune)

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  1. I had to pick one from each series.

    Garak... well he was such a wonderfully complex character. Both bad and good. I just loved him.

    Neelix was my fav from Voyager. Funny and smarter than given credit. And a true survivor.

    Guinan... Who can't like a soft spoken, wise woman who put the fear of god into Q? ;) Seriously though, I wish they would have done much more with her and the El-Aurians.

    T'Pol... I suppose I liked the struggle they showed most of all between her being a good little Vulcan and fighting those pesky little emotions that would break through. Again, I think there was so much more they could have done with her.

    I think the thing with all of these are, they are actually complex characters if you look beyond what's on the surface.

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  2. I absolutely love Prelude to Axanar. Very well done. I think it would be an awesome full length film. Renegades looks kind of interesting but I haven't really seen enough of it to really decide if I would like it.

  3. Very disappointing for sure. I wish I had been able to participate more. As Clayas said, it gave us the opportunity to do things with our characters we never really get the chance to do while simming and hit on topics we may never have thought of on our own. Just very sad to see the challenges end.

  4. ((Unknown))

    ::There was everything, and then there was nothing. Both concepts described the circumstances, yet neither did it any justice. All that could be said was that nothing was as it should have been. Everything, even the laws thought unbreakable, were turned on their ends. Time dripped down into the nether itself flowing forward, and backwards, and in on itself.::

    ::Darkness fell all around, suffocating, despite the blinding light that ignited a fire so cold it froze one to the core. Or was it all just a lie? There was nothing that could be seen, and yet everything lay out before everyone all at one point in time. It made perfect sense, and no sense, all in one neatly chaotic little package.::

    ::A voice echoed in the space around her.::

    Hellooooo....hellooo....helloo...

    ::Like the river of time, the voice faded and amplified, turning in on itself and disappearing from the very existence it once encompassed. What was this place? Faded memories like old newspaper clippings washed around what could be described as a mind, yet in this universe, was no more than electrical impulse. Transcendence, one could claim, would take humanity and all other species to a place where only pure energy existed. Bodies, thoughts, differences, pain, suffering, joy, hate, camaraderie...it would all fall to the wayside as evolution found ultimate control.::

    ::If there was a universe in which that would happen, it was this one. Evolution had taken the bodies, but had not effected the minds as some philosophers would have believed. Though the images of what was and what would be were invisible, sentience permeated space itself.::

    ::It made no sense, except for that it made all the sense in the galaxy. Or universe. Or multiverse.::

    ::A whisper crashed through the din of the silence like a wave on the rocks of Cape Horn.::

    Unknown: Ressssst.

    ::The return of something, an answer, a directive, gave means to struggle. Against the lack of restraints there was fighting, and though nothing held anyone down, she was frozen. The questions froze with her, unspoken to the winds that comprised wherever this was.::

    Unknown: Reconstruction has already begun.

    ::And with that, everything once again faded into nothing. The fond memories of a life left behind found her once more, albeit this time with an urgency that didn't exist before. It seemed to mean nothing just then, but in time, it would come to mean everything.::

    TBC

    Unknown
    In an Unknown Universe where Nothing Makes Sense

    As simmed by
    Lieutenant Cayden Adyr
    Intelligence Officer/Command Advisor
    USS Apollo

  5. ((Jamming Room – The Tower))

    ::Nate had created quite a buildup of stunned guards, all of which had fallen unconscious at the top of the stairwell. Frankly it was becoming somewhat ridiculous. They had dedicated a significant number of guards to preventing them from deactivating the beaming jammer. However, the Starfleet officers had the superior advantage and it was beginning to come across as something of an “overkill” on their part.::

    ::Nate allowed himself a moment to focus on the situation with his colleagues – Fi, D’Sena, Collim, even Gordo. They were all still alive.::

    ::His comrades were all growing on him. He respected them greatly. He would hate for anything to happen to any of them. And even though he felt that this particular arena of combat presented now significant danger to them, he still would not allow his friends to be hurt in any way.::

    ::It was during that moment of thought and hesitation, that Nate noticed he’d allowed one heavily armored guard to get to the top of the steps. The soldier was wearing some sort of sophisticated energy absorption armor, and was mounted with a chemically mounted, tank fed, flame throwing backpack.::

    ::Fi screamed something to get Nate’s attention. He didn’t know what exactly, he simply heard a voice.::

    ::His mind refocused on the flame throwing guard, and he instinctively fired, without taking a moment to aim.::

    ::Nate’s shot was on spec, but poorly aimed, and the shot left a trail, which danced up the soldiers armor, glancing across his backpack.::

    ::The chemical exhilarant in the tank was no match for the focused energy beam, and it super ignited. The shockwave rocked the man to his knees, and he screamed in pain as he was engulfed in flames.::

    ::The soldier screamed, burning alive. He hadn’t meant to kill the soldier, but the shot had missed…::

    Wilmer: No… no…! No!!!

    ::The man was screaming in agony. None of his compatriots were attempting to put him out. They were just letting him burn. However, it soon didn’t matter. A second or two after the explosion sent shrapnel into the soldiers back, the screaming stopped.::

    ::The soldier was dead.::

    ::Nate felt a moment of serious guilt pass his mind. In all his years in Starfleet, in all the time serving in the Dominion War, and in the many away missions since, he had never killed anyone.::

    ::No one moved up the stairs. No more guards came. That one lethal kill scared the remaining guards, sending them retreating down the stairs in terror. No matter how much the soldier had meant to kill them all with his flame thrower, no matter how well intentioned Nate’s defense of his friends had been, he had killed someone.::

    ::He would never forget that man’s screams as he burned.::

    TBC

    Ensign Nathaniel Wilmer
    Intel Officer
    USS Apollo-A

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  6. :: Blake gave an audible sigh as he could see the guy was intent on seeing her, even if it meant going into the lion’s den – not a wise move in his opinion. He was no counsellor, (that man was in front of him) so he had no idea what mental condition the chief engineer was in. If she had gone cream crackers then he didn’t feel comfortable letting the counsellor in without someone to watch out for him. ::

    For some reason this made me laugh out loud.

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  7. "It started as flashes. At the time I wasn't what they really were. Perhaps it was just my imagination running wild, filling in gaps I hadn't been able to fill since I was a child. But as time passed, the flashes morphed into more in depth, clearer images. Whispers became voices," Rune said, her voice soft and quiet. She drew in a slow, steady breath. "The panic attacks began soon after the memories began to surface."

    She swallowed hard, not able to make eye contact. "Fits of sudden nausea, cold sweats, shaking hands, blurred vision, heart racing so fast I thought it would burst through my chest. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I became utterly paralyzed by fear."

    ((10 Years Ago - Sabahnuor Attitude Readjustment Center, Leya-I))

    16 year old Rune's heart began racing as soon as they stepped through the doorway. A few more steps and she got a sudden sick feeling deep inside her stomach. A few more steps and she stopped. Her mentor, Dura Refa, stopped a step ahead of her and turned to look at her.

    Looking up at the older woman, "I changed my mind," Rune said.

    "Runica..."

    Rune shook her head. "I don't need this," she said, forcing a nervous smile. "Really... I will try harder. I promise."

    Dura gave her a saddened look, her eyes scrunching into a frown. "Runica, you've tried. No one faults you for needing help." The woman's voice was gentle, yet firm.

    The doors at the end of the corridor opened. Rune's heart nearly stopped when she saw the two attendants emerge. One male, one female. Both dressed in standard white uniforms. The closer they got, the more panicked she became. She started to back up but Dura grabbed her arm.

    "Please, Dura..." Rune said, pleadingly as she tried to pull free. Dura's fingers dug into the girl's arm, holding tight. Her heart was racing, pounding deafeningly inside her chest. She struggled harder to pull away but it wasn't enough. Before she knew it, the two attendants were there. They grabbed her arms, one on each side.

    "I'm sorry, Runica. This is for the best," her mentor said, showing none of her earlier compassion.

    Rune kicked and screamed and pleaded but it was all for nothing. Two sets of hands held fast, their fingers digging deep into her arms. She couldn't break free. They dragged her towards the doors. Her screams and pleas completely ignored. Once beyond the threshold, the entire atmosphere changed. It was colder and her screams echoed off the metallic walls.

    She was taken into a small brightly lit room and stripped down to nothing, all the while fighting them. An elbow caught her in the mouth sending her head slamming back into the wall. Her vision exploded into a kaleidescope of colors and confusion. She could taste the blood in her mouth as hands grabbed her again and slammed her onto a cold, steel table.

    The lights overhead were blinding. Of course that was all part of the process to wear down the "patient". Her head, arms and legs were strapped to the table, making it impossible for her to turn her head away from them and it didn't matter how tightly she clenched her eyes shut. The light still penetrated her eyelids and the nectating membrane beneath.

    She was cold... freezing actually. Her heart was racing again and in spite of freezing, she was sweating. She could feel the tiny beads of sweat roll down the side of her face, mingling with the tears that escaped her eyes. She struggled against her bonds but she couldn't move.

    Her muscles tensed as she heard a ripping sound and then something damp brushed against her forehead. She tried to jerk away but it was pointless. All of this fighting was pointless.

    Then she felt it. Needles pierced her skin at various points around her body, along her spine, back of her neck and forehead. Pin [...]s turned into stinging, then burning and then excruciating pain engulfed her entire body. She tried to scream but the sound caught in her already raw throat.

    ((Present-time))

    "Fear of what?" Nikki Ryan asked, her voice calm and soothing.

    Tears rolled down her face as her head rested against Nikki's shoulder. She took comfort from the arms wrapped around her as they lay in the dark. Rune's softly glowing eyes flicked up to meet the other woman's crystal blues. Her question hanging between them. "Of being taken back and having my memories ripped out of me again," she said, her own lightly accented voice trembling slightly. "Of not being allowed to be here with you, to feel what I feel and to love who I love."

    ---

    Lt. Rune Jolara

    Chief Counselor - USS Apollo-A

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