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    Moonsong: If someone is looking for me, you know how to find me. If they want the Counselor, they can make an appointment for the day after. If they want to be social and friendly, they can find me wandering about on Esperance taking in the local flavor and shopping. Understood?

    Payne: ::a slight impish smile touched her face.:: Yesss, ma’am. And the flower.. :;gesturing the the prankquest symbol in her hair.::

    Moonsong: Only if they catch me...

    Sounds like a challenge to me.... B)

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  2. 48 minutes ago, Skyfire said:

    What's a duck-blind team?

    Remember the TNG episode "Who Watches the Watchers"? They used a holographic duck-blind to make the observation station invisible... in modern times it's a camouflaged tent or structure hunters hide in or behind. 

  3. ((School. Samual's School. And Tristam should definitely not be seated at a teacher's desk.))

    ::Samual sat with his head in his hands, elbows rested on the desk, caramel skin on his cheek now doing it's best impression of the colour purple, spreading up to his eye.::

    ::Taywor should have been here for this. Not Tristam. And the fact that Taywor was for some reason MIA stirred an anger that the Rodulan didn't think he was capable of towards his brother.

    ::He had his arms crossed, eyes intently staring at the young boy next to him. That was the point of all this - he was young. He was *allowed* mistakes. But violence as a Rodulan was one thing, violence as a young Rodulan in a place of learning was another.::

    Samual: It's not my fault.

    Core: Really?

    Samual: She kept going on about mum and dad.

    Core: I hate to break it to you, Samual, but you were at fault the second you decided to hit her.

    ::Samual only shut himself further from his uncle. Tristam sighed, resting his elbows on his knees to clasp his hands together.::

    Core: You need to tell me everything that's happening at home. Because I am concerned. I am concerned that you have lied to me. For months. Then your parents and gradda lie to me, for *years*. No one is giving me a straight answer about anything, and the second I think that everything is starting to get back onto stable ground, I get called up because Taywor and Yanata "can't make it" and that I'm the next one on the line to sort this out. ::He rubbed at his beard.:: Where are your parents, Mual?

    Samual: Mum was headed back to Cardassia. Dad didn't say.

    Core: Great. So they're AWOL. Your gradda is with doctors. Should I even ask about Ilen?

    Samual: Mum got into a fight with her. Haven't heard from her since.

    ::He was losing the ability to care at this point, now pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep, calming breath as he swallowed the pill.::

    Core: Of course. ::He muttered.::

    ::The door slid open to reveal the student coordinator - less then pleased, evidently, not giving Samual a second glance before perching in her chair as if she were a snobby kind of bird. She even had the beak for it.::

    Salamara: Daneil Core. I am Sage Salamara. I'm sorry we've had to pull you into this, but with no other close family available-

    Core: It's fine. Let's just . . . skip the pleasantries please.

    Salamara: Alright. Samual from this point forward will need to a new place of education. Our staff here, we feel his temperament doesn't suit us here at Maddel.

    ::Oh he didn't need this right now. This did not need to be the tip of the iceberg that would sink him. Tristam rubbed his eyes with a deep sigh, Samuals shoulder's sinking to a new level.::

    Salamara: Given his previous successes in his education, we can recommend some high-caliber institutes in the area, but with this on his record-

    Core: Who made this decision?

    Salamara: The school council, Daneil Core.

    Core: And did the council at any point in time consider the emotional aspect of this entire situation? Samual was *provoked*, Sage. He is having problems at home, and coming to this decision in the aftermath of another kid picking on him about his situation is hardly fair.

    Salamara: I hate to inform you, Daneil, but this decision was made well informed of Samual's behaviour over the period of the last four months. I'm sorry that this incident may have been due to an emotional outburst, but we can't excuse that he has been deliberately skipping classes - not to mention that one of our teachers logged an incident with Samual regarding some of his work-

    Samual: That wasn't my fault and he *knows* it-

    Core: Stay out of this. ::He snapped coldly.::

    ::Wisely, the boy shut his mouth, looking away as those more mature debated what to do with him.::

    ::Tristam turned back to the sage.::

    Core: Is there nothing? Not even a probation period?

    Salamara: The council's decision was final.

    oO And suspiciously swift. Oo

    Core: And the other involved? What about her?

    Salamara: That is a private matter.

    Core: So she stays put? After deliberately provoking another student, engaging him in physical confrontation?

    Salamara: No, Daneil. But I cannot discuss another family's private matters with you.

    ::Tristam leaned back in his chair, eyes closed as he gave a deep sigh.::

    Core: I need guidance. Samual's parents are . . . having some problems, and his other family members are otherwise indisposed. Do I have authority here? Can I actually say 'yes, alright, I'll find somewhere else to take him'?

    Salamara: Samual is your community's first priority. ::she looked back at Samual, finally addressing him for the first time.:: If you needed assistance at home, you have the right to a new carer, which will require a short investigation. There are also other resources you have access to - but if you wish to re-enroll here, you'll be required to undergo an assistance program.

    Samual: I'm fine.

    ::Samual wasn't fine.::

    ::Salamara looked back towards Tristam.::

    Salamara: Last I checked, Daneil Core, you have the authority as a family member to assist Samual, given that your fellows have not made attempts to contact us regarding him.

    ::The entire thing sounded juvenile - and it was. Taywor and Yanata, neglecting their kid? In what reality could that even be possible? It was unrealistic. It defied everything Tristam knew up to this point - hell, Tasnim wasn't even related to Tristam, not by any means other than his relationship with Roshanara, but he didn't downright ignore her existence, didn't provide a miserable atmosphere in her presence, and was there on the off-chance she needed something. Taywor and Yanata had a biological requirement to care for their child. 'Being busy' might be a valid excuse for the first week, but four *months* past that and you entered some dangerous territory.

    ::Salamara had given him a sympathetic look, and despite her initial reaction to Samual as she walked in - the same reaction Tristam imagined any education representative would have given that the kid had literally gotten into a punch up, which was a *huge* no in any square metre of Rodul other than training gym - she seemed to have a concerned bystander's approach to this topic in particular. She clearly didn't want to insult Taywor and Yanata, but she also wanted Tristam's involvement.

    ::How the hell did Tristam become the mature one, yet Taywor stuck with his child-like attitude to responsibility? And where the hell was Yanata during all this?::

    Salamara: I can forward you more details and information about other education institutes and assistance regarding this problem. I assume your contact information is still as it was?

    ::Tristam shook his head, watching as she slid over a notepad to him on the desk's touch display, entering new details.::

    ((Qucaberry Park))

    Core: You didn't tell me what's happening at home.

    ::They'd been forced to clear out Samual's locker. Despite being incredibly helpful when Tristam volunteered himself as a new parental for the kid, Salamara had stressed that they no longer wanted Mual within the area of the school. He was to leave immediately. The fact that other learners had scattered when they saw him spoke wonders about how serious the 'scuffle' had been.

    ::All of Mual's music gear had been stuffed into his bag, Tristam cringing when he heard what might have been the boy's instrument crack under the pressure of the books, trinkets, and electronic devices now pushed up against it. Textbooks that had been given to him over the years by the school had been returned - Tristam had never seen a librarian shove her nose so far into the air, eyes piercing downwards in a clearly judgemental look. If it hurt Tristam, Samual was definitely feeling the scrutiny.

    ::When they finally left the building, Maul looked back over his shoulder, recognizing a slightly older boy leaning up against the paved outer wall. Tristam watched on as his nephew almost crumbled.::

    ::Now they were slowly walking home, Tristam having stopped to get a bag of pop rocks, now sharing them with Samual. He didn't need anymore attitude, didn't need Tristam saying how incredibly bad his actions had made him look. Now he just needed a shoulder to lean on.::

    Samual: There's not much to tell.

    Core: Four months worth of bad behaviour on a kid's otherwise stellar record says to the contrary. Spill.

    ::Mual sighed, rubbing his forehead.::

    Samual: They're just . . . always arguing. I ask them to stop, they look at me like I broke their basotile, and *I* get told to back off. Help with homework? Forget about it. Then every word mum says at me . . . It's not abusive - at least, I don't think it is. But she picks on basically everything I do. And then says that I'm better off for hearing it, strengthening me for someone harsher. ::He paused.:: It sounds worse when I say it then it actually is.

    Core: I don't think so.

    Samual: I do. I love her. She loves me. Dad loves me, too. But when they broke their basotile, they tried playing tug of war with me, and that wasn't . . . it wasn't good. Mum wanted me to go with her on her trips, dad said I should go do overseas studies so that I'm out of the house and in a "more positive environment".

    Core: And what does Huzana think?

    Samual: She's been gone since last Areil.

    ::As Medledore was to Tristam and Nygeyan, Huzana was Samual's individual tutor. In the event Samual needed more assistance in his studies, Huzana was the go-to. Tristam knew extraordinarily little about her, having never met her. Her job was like Medledore's for him - help the kid, always be there for the kid in his studies and the stress they involve, be the guiding rock for the kid until they're no longer a kid.

    ::Last Areil was almost a year ago.

    ::He'd been without a mentor or a guiding rock for a freaking *year*. No wonder he had some pent-up emotional issues. There had been no one around to recognize he was having problems - no one unbiased in their opinion of him.::

    Core: You're telling me she's been gone a year?

    Samual: She moved overseas.

    Core: And nobody found you a replacement?

    Samual: We just . . . didn't have time to, I guess.

    ::They live on Rodul. Rodul has 29 hour days. "Didn't have time to" was a lie. Nobody could say that unless they dealt with the 24 hour time most Federation vessels stuck to - *that* was a nightmare when first getting used to it.::

    Core: Because of gradda's illness?

    Samual: I think they just didn't get around to it.

    ::Tristam sighed, throwing a handful of pop rocks into his mouth, chewing as he thought of his next words, swallowing when he was ready to say them.::

    Core: Okay. So the way I see if, yours being at home, at this stage in your life, is not ideal. That's not because I think your parents are evil beings from the shadows of the canvas, ::he said before Samual could interrupt:: but at some point they've not realized that what's happening between them is clearly affecting you. And I am *not* okay with that.

    ::Silence. He was honestly surprised Mual had had enough courage to grab a handful of pop rocks, picking one by one out of his hand.::

    Core: You have two options. You stay at home, ride this out, put up with whatever is happening between your parents right now. Or, you can exercise your right to find a new carer - if only temporary until they can sort out their problems.

    Samual: Are you volunteering?

    Core:::sighing:: I'm not sure the Gate's legal teams will recognize my ability to look after you, given that I tend to be off-planet for decades at a time - not to mention currently sleeping on my best friend's couch because I've nowhere else to go.

    Samual: Nygeyan?

    Core: Does it seem like I have any other friends here? ::He grinned.::

    ::Samual just shrugged, still depressed about the entire day.::

    Samual: If I leave, they'll hate me.

    Core: They won't hate you.

    Samual: They will.

    Core: Emotionally blackmailing you to stay isn't fair. It's all the more reason to leave. I'm here now - I will defend you if required. If I have to step up as the oldest, then so be it.

    Samual: But you're *not* the oldest. Neither of you are. It's a two minute gap.

    Core: Exactly. I'm older. Not to mention apparently more mature then both of them combined. ::He sighed again.:: Samual, this is your decision. And it's a tough one to make, I know - but it's not permanent. I know that my saying you should leave is harsh, unfair and unwanted, but hearing everything today, hearing that neither of them so much as lifted a finger to support or be there for you today, proves to me that you are better off with them in the background until they can get their act together. It's not just me that will rally, it's the entire freaking *neighborhood*. Vebra is probably shaking in her slippers right about now.

    ::That earned a giggle from Samual, likely picturing his elderly neighbor literally shivering in her woolly brown slippers.::

    Core: If you want to leave, you only have to give the word, and I'll have people on the com to make it happen. You just have to say when and who.

    ::The boy glanced back to his uncle, gripping the straps of his bag.::

    Samual: Okay. But . . . not today.

    Core:::nodding:: Not today.

    Tbc . . .

    Tristam Core
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    Rahman: Everyone else, you'll stay on the ship. ::looks to the other two engineers:: Commander Walker, Ensign T'Dara, run your scans for the jamming signal.

    :: "Run your scans".  The order didn't say NOT to use the transporters as she'd suggested... And as long as she didn't actually ask.. it wasn't disobeying..  She nodded and smiled, trying to keep the evil glee off her face.  ::

    Walker: Of course Captain, we'll get right on it.

    I knew there was a reason I liked Walker. ;)

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    Walker: What?  I'm positive that's what Chief's are supposed to do.. help their assistants learn the ropes.  And how better to learn than to do.. all the paperwork.  Oh, and remember to watch for work from Danni.. she's kind of slippery that way. 

    <_<

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  5. That pesky little thing called copyright... 

    Personally, while I love ST if I'm going to sink a lot of money into a large production, I would want it to be my own original creation.

    As a side note.... Star Trek: Renegades isn't letting it stop them. They just removed all references of ST from their project and turned it into an independent sci-fi creation. This is a project has a lot of ST actors involved and is directed by Tim Russ. I believe the second film, Renegades: The Requiem is in post-production now.

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  6. ((Bridge))

    ::As the two women walked off the bridge, the captain called out to the engineer.::

    Rahman: Commander Walker, you have the con.

    :: Time froze with the Captain's words. Luna forced herself to blink.. :: 

    ((Luna's Mindscape/Bridge))

    :: Luna paced across the back of the bridge.  Her bright yellow hair somehow writhed with worry above her head. :: 

    F. Walker: NO!  We can't do that!  Dad was in charge.. he died.. Ben was.. and now he's as good as dead.  What if something goes wrong?  We tried this before.. and we ran from the Atlantis.. and look what happened to Capt. Blueheart.  He's now just a doctor.. They are all going to see we don't know.. 

    :: The terrified rant was broken by the sudden impact of a large water balloon, followed immediately by a maniacal laugh.  Sitting at the tactical station, a rainbow colored Luna shook her head and slowed her laughter to a chuckle:: 

    T. Walker: Are you crazy?  This is going to be a blast!  Everyone will be dancing to our tune.  :: Chuckling:: And at worst?  We blame something else for anything that goes wrong.  Stop planning for the worst and look to what we can do.. 

    F. Walker: Oh sure.. great chances for the trickster.  But who has to deal with the fallout from your "brilliant" plans?  Me.  Maybe we can just avoid the damage for once? 

    T. Walker: Heh.  Hey, didn't you used to be taller?  You look like someone's not been feeding you so much lately.  Besides, aren't you going to panic if we don't take charge too?  

    :: A quiet clearing of the throat came from across the bridge.  At the science station, an aqua hair colored Luna stood quietly at attention. :: 

    L. Walker: While I disagree with Trickster's methods, logically and historically her assessment is correct.  Fear of both action and inaction is within your bailiwick.  Further, we have no control of the results if we are not engaged.  Therefore, logically, our only reasonable action will be to acquiesce to the Captain's order. 

    :: The rainbow haired Luna pumped a fist in the air in excitement. :: 

    T. Walker: Way to go Logic!  :: Turning to the yellow haired Luna :: In your FACE fear..  

    :: Pulling her hair out of a dismantled console, face smudged with dirt, pink hair similarly smeared, Luna spoke from the engineering console. :: 

    E. Walker: Someone make a decision here ok?  The ship can't take this for much longer.  A decision must be made.  Then I can finally get back to work.  Counselor? 

    :: All of the other Walker's turned to face the blonde haired child with the similarly sized dark haired doll.  She started to say something before stopping and putting her ear to the doll's mouth.  After a moment, she nodded with childlike wisdom:: 

    C. Walker: Danni says we can do it.  She thinks we're a lot stronger than Fear says we are.  She also thinks that Trickster is right.  But she's being very naughty suggesting we transport water balloons on all of the senior staff.  :: She turned toward the doll and shook her head:: No Danni!  Including the entire ship is not an improvement.   :: She turned to the others and smiled sunnily:: Listen, we can do this.  All we gotta do is keep things running for thirty minutes..

    F. Walker: You shut up!  You don't know what we could do... :: Her hand swung out, preparing to slap the child as she'd done many times in the past. Only to find a strong hand stopping her. ::  You?  You can't do that.. 

    :: Luna, in her normal uniform and style, threw her arm back and stood between them.  Her face was calm, through obviously upset. :: 

    Luna Walker: No. You may beat us all up for things we do wrong... And maybe we need that.  But you will not touch her again.  You know she's our heart, the best part of why we do things.  :: She took a breath before turning to face the others. :: Fear is right about part of this.. we screw up.. people may suffer.  People may question us.  

    :: She reached out to the yellow haired woman without looking and pulled her in, unable to stop from shuddering slightly as she did so. Her eyes were a bit wild, but she forced herself to continue:: 

    Luna Walker: :: She inclined her head slightly to the blue haired variant and walked over toward her. ::  Logic has the right of it for the response. If we are involved, Fear's concerns are lessened.  :: This time when pulling the other woman into her, her posture straightened and her eyes took on a more controlled look. :: 

    :: She turned to face both the Trickster and Engineer:: 

    Luna Walker:  If we are doing this, we need to know what can go wrong, and a plan to deal with it.  You two handle the details. 

    T. Walker: Team supreme!  Let's do this.. with Style!

    E. Walker: :: Chuckling slightly:: Oh why not.. physical laws are more of a guideline anyway...  

    :: As the two high fived, she pulled them into herself with a smile before turning to the remaining Walker: 

    C. Walker: :: Leaning in toward the doll, before turning to face Luna:: Danni says she's very proud of you, you know?  

    :: Luna fought the tear that threatened to leak out, but nodded mutely.  Her childlike avatar reached out and patted her hand:: 

    C. Walker: You can do this you know.  Everyone out there?  They wouldn't do this just to prove you wrong.  Besides.. Raissa's there.  She's cool and will watch your back.  :: She [...]ed her head to the side. :: Hey, Fear's haircut.. writhing hair and stuff.. how do you think she avoids tangles? 

    :: Luna snorted in laughter and hugged her close, feeling warmed as she pulled herself together again. :: 

    ((Bridge))

    Walker: Of course Captain.  I have the conn. 

    ::As the captain and first officer disappeared, Raissa looked at Luna and smiled. She then pointed at the center seat.::

    Moonsong: I promise… it will not bite.

    :: She smiled tightly at Raissa.  Hopefully she'd not picked up on her initial response to the order. :: 

    Walker: That's what they say. 

    :: She knew the list she'd come up with and started giving orders.. she'd make mistakes, but she'd make them her way.. and find a way to make them work out for the best. :: 

    ~Fin

    Lieutenant Commander Luna Walker
    Chief Engineer, USS Veritas
    I238010BW

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  7. I've tried both. I prefer simming relationships with another player for the same reason RaWolf said. But the chemistry has to be right and it has to develop naturally without being forced. The draw back to this is RL will eventually take them away or they decide it's not for them. It does suck but it's fun while it lasts.

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