Alana Devar
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I did fan art of specific UFOP characters back during my Independence days that you welcome to use. I think there may be some lingering on the wiki somewhere of Anassasi and Rocar, perhaps others.
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Bwahahaha!
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(( Commander Brunsig's Stationside Quarters ))
::Methodical. Organised. Cuff links right side in. Cuff links left side
in. Pull formal jacket on and tug at sleeves.
::Look in mirror. Straighten formal jacket. Frown. Pick up comb and
straighten down two tufts of hair that keep threatening to make you look
like the devil. While you're at it, check hair for grey.
::Turn around, and let the music take you. Barak-Kadan, the veritable Don
Giovanni of Klingon Opera. After a minute, speak.::
Brunsig: Computer, music off.
::The music abruptly stops. One more look in the mirror, then turn and
leave.::
(( Lieutenant Commander Reynolds' Personal Quarters ))
::Rushed. Disorganised. Earring right side in. No idea where left one is.
Dash around office looking for it while assistant tries to finish tying
back of dress. Finally find it underneath coffee table. Earring left side
in.
::Look in the mirror. Fuss with dress. Frown. Consider rearranging hair,
but catch sight of Tsao's poker face and decide more than life's worth to
ruin her handiwork. Fuss with dress again.
::Turn around and let Tsao inspect appearance. Earn an approving nod. Feel
like a lamb to the slaughter.::
Reynolds: I guess I'm ready to go.
::Pick up clutch bag. One more look in the mirror, sigh, then turn and
leave.::
(( The Promenade ))
::Proceed without hurry. No need to hurry as there's plenty of time. See a
few of the station staff. Geeva. Reed. Ramirez. Scowl at him. Nod at
the others.
::In your mind, hum the last tune of Barak-Kadan. Then realise, with
annoyance, that you were humming it out aloud, and that Ensign looked at you
oddly. How will you do in a diplomatic situation if you can't even keep you
mind on walking quietly, [...]it?
::You pass a bar. Why not, you think. You've got at least fifteen minutes
before you're supposed to be at the doors of the opera.
::Enter the bar, and hold up a finger, indicating a shot of whiskey
synthahol. Not, by any means your drink of choice, but you're on duty after
all.::
(( Elsewhere on the Promenade ))
::Proceed in a barely concealed fluster. Try not to trip over stupidly long
outfit. See a few of the station staff. Geeva. Ventu. Webb. Avoid Webb.
Faint smile at the others.
::In your mind, go over the plan for the evening. Then realise,
with embarrassment, that you were mumbling to yourself and just earned a
very odd look from a passing Bolian. How are you going to be a decent spy
if you can't even think quietly?
::You pass a bar. Can't hurt, you think. Maybe you can trick your brain
into gaining some Dutch Courage from the synthahol.
::Enter the bar, and hold up a finger, indicating a shot of whiskey
synthahol. Something's better than nothing, and you're hoping for the
placebo effect, after all.::
(( In the Bar ))
::You take a sip and look around you. Thousands of people on a massive
station and why do they all have to be in your face? Frown at a crewman
looking at you. He looks away quickly.
::Drain the glass, and ask for another. Klingon opera you can stand.
Dealing with people, you can't.::
(( Elsewhere in the bar ))
::Knock back synthehol. Wrinkle nose. None of the flavour, none of fun.
You wonder why you bothered in the first place.::
Reynolds: Another, please.
::You remember some quote about insanity being the repetition of the same
action while expecting a different result.::
(( In the Bar ))
::You drain the last of the fluid and grimace. They can put a space ship
hundreds and thousands of times the speed of light, but they can't yet make
a passable whiskey synathol.
::You stand, and move out.::
(( Elsewhere in the Bar ))
::Polish off another. Decide you really should get going. Sigh. Slide off
barstool and nearly trip over hem of dress. Decide to murder Tsao later on
in the evening.::
::Pause outside bar for a moment. You debate the best place to meet with
Ramirez before heading inside.::
((Outside the bar.))
::As you leave, you bump into someone. You turn to scowl to see it's...
((Outside the bar))
...Walter? Even as you take a step away, you can't help but think...
((Outside the bar))
...that she looks lovely tonight, her hair swept back and...
((Outside the bar))
...he really does look *good* in a suit.::
((Outside the bar))
Brunsig: Commander Reynolds.
Reynolds: Sir.
((Outside the bar))
::Just for a second as you depart, you look over your shoulder. Then mind
back on the job.::
((Outside the bar))
::A few steps down the corridor and you steal a glance over your shoulder.
A small smile, a shake of the head, and a mental reminder to yourself that
you really have more important things to be thinking about tonight.::
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Commander Walter Brunsig
Executive Officer, Starbase 118 Fleet Operations
Commanding Officer, USS Hargraves.
&
Lieutenant Commander Quinn Reynolds
Chief Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
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(( Holo Ballroom, 1928 hours ))
:: Michael walked away from Santa Clause and his companion and headed
towards the centre of the room. He noticed what looked to be
Tinkerbell. Her blue eyes shone through her ice green mask
brightly. ::
Ice Prince: ::extending his hand and speaking in an Italian
accent:: Vuoi ballare con me? (Would you like to dance?)
Snow Tink: I'd love to!
:: She reached out and grabbed Michael's hand quickly as she turned
around to glance at a woman wearing a white dress with hints of
purple, blue, silver and crystal shimmering accents translucent
wings.
The handsome Sicilian walked behind Snow Tink, holding her hand
behind her. When they reached the centre of the room, he raised hand
above her head allowing her to spin on her toes elegantly until they
faced one another. They stood in the middle of the hall, soft
lighting shining on them. He held her close, his hands on the small
of her back, as he led the slow dance. ::
Ice Prince: ::whispers to her:: So Tinkerbell, how is Neverland?
Snow Tink: Much more promising now that you have arrived.
:: She smiled up at him. Wow, those eyes! He was tall and well
built. And smelled like... mmm .. like a man. She sighed
appreciatively.::
Ice Prince: My kingdom is grand. I shall send a convoy if you ever
wish to visit. I shall construct a house made of ice just for you.
Snow Tink: :: She giggled.:: You are too cute.
:: They chatted as they danced and the more they talked, the more she
liked him. He was easy going, charming as all get out and by far one
of the most handsome man she's seen since she arrived on the Eagle.
His manners were impeccable, his sense of humour; irresistible and
that smile, down-right seductive. The fact that he thought she was
attractive was not lost on her yet he never made her feel like an
object. She never felt uncomfortable with his flirtations because
somehow, despite not being a telepath or empathy, she just knew that
he'd always be a gentleman..::
:: Michael opened up his arms, spinning the snow pixie away from him.
He held on to her hand as he gentle brought her spinning back to him
on her toes, their dance moves were impressive and soon gathered an
audience.::
Snow Tink: You're a great dancer. Most men hate dancing and
seriously lose out because of it, I can tell you. So, handsome
stranger, what brings you to the ball?
Ice Prince: Well, my Kingdom requires a Queen. Since I'm next in line
for the throne, I'm seeing if there is a suitable woman to help me
rule the wintry worlds!
Snow Tink: Really? Is that all? :: She laughed. The bells on her
costume jingly as she did so.::
Ice Prince: ::amused at the jingling bells:: oO Isn't she charming!
Oo Yes, that is all, nothing major, haha.
Snow Tink: So, tell me, do you have a happy thought?
Ice Prince: My thoughts are always happy. Right now, I'm thinking how
much fun it would be build a snowman and perhaps s have a snowball
fight with you. ::twirls Snow Tink::
Snow Tink: That is a very happy thought! :: She laughed again,
sending her many bells a jingling. She was having a great time. Now
all she had to do was figure out who was this mysterious Ice Prince.::
:: The slow song ended and the pair separated from one another. ::
Ice Prince: ::He holds her hand, brings it to his lips and kisses
it:: It was a pleasure to have this dance with you m'lady. ::He moves
in closer and whispers in her ear:: I wonder why your pulse was so
high? ::He was holding onto her hand, feeling her pulse on her radial
artery. He smiled at her seductively as he stepped back.::
Snow Tink: Because, I am dancing with a handsome prince, of course.
:: The Ice Prince winks and then bows to the blonde haired woman and
dramatically turns away, his long white robe swirling behind him as
he does. He did not want to give his identity away. He wanted to
remain a mystery as long as possible in this ingeniously crafted
event. Hopefully until midnight. ::
A Joint Sim brought to you by;
Ice Prince;
Simmed by ACTO Michael Valentino
USS Eagle.
&
Yeoman Julie Ekespees (Snow Tink)
As simmed by Counselor Emmalyne A. Scott
USS Eagle.
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Congratulations and welcome to the Fleet!
Remo, I seem to remember you from before. Glad to see you made your way back! Missed ya!
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(( Holodeck One ))
:: She waited just outside of holo-deck one for the doctor to arrive. She had said she wanted it done and over with which had disappointed Emmalyne a bit. After all, she used to be a counselor; you would think she would be more willing. Oh well, perhaps there was a reason she left counseling. Why did everyone wish to avoid evaluations and counselors, she wondered. Sometimes she felt like a pariah. She grinned and tossed her head a bit saucily. No matter, she loved her job and was able to help a lot of people as well as maintain the mental health of even more that then never had problems so, all in all, a good thing. She caught sight of the doctor approaching.::
::Emirry approached the holodeck. She never liked seeing counselors... which was strange, because she loved being a counselor and how she could help people with counseling methods. She sighed to herself. Em had stopped trying to figure out why she disliked counseling appointments and had started figuring out how to avoid them. No dice this time though...::
Scott: Doctor MacGowan, I hope the hour was not inconvenient for you. You did say as soon as possible. :: Her smile was kind, but also merry.::
MacGowan: ::Em smiled.:: It's no problem. ::She might have disliked having to be here, but Scott was only doing her job. No reason to take it out on her.:: I've come prepared as well.
Scott: You have your program, excellent; will you tell me a bit about it before we proceed?
MacGowan: ::Emirry paused. How to do that...:: It's based on an ancient concept that each of us have our own inner temple, normally reached through meditation. This program is my baby. I worked on it for two years to get everything just right and full of detail. It's a recreation of my personal inner temple.
Scott: I can hardly wait, shall we? :: The experience would be interesting she was sure. The doctor had been a counselor, which always made them either more apt to go to extremes; either by trying to evaluate themselves for you, or clamming up and not giving you anything with which to work. Emmalyne could already sense the wall around the doctor.::
MacGowan: I suppose we shall.
::Emirry tapped a few commands and loaded the program. When the computer chirped to signal that it was ready, the two women entered.::
::The doors closed behind them and they were enveloped in the program. It was almost surreal. The two stood in the center of a small dance studio. It was full of natural light and a cool breeze, though there were no windows to be seen. One wall of the studio was mirror covered and then other was where the balance bar was. These things however, seemed to not affect the pattern of evenly space doors and passageways.::
MacGowan: This room, the center for me personally is where I've always felt most calm, level-headed, and collected. The dance studio. ::She paused.:: Each door is a portal into a different part of a person. When the inner temple is reached in meditation, it's said the doors lead to things like your spirit animal or past life memories.
::She looked around at her own creation.::
MacGowan: Things are a little different here. Would you like the tour?
Scott: Most definitely, I am very intrigued. I have always found dance to be a great form of exercise and expression myself. :: She smiled. She was familiar with and held the concept to be valid, though she had never really attempted to create her own inner temple in such a manner. She had a few different programs to reflect different moods. MacGowen, had really taken and run with it and she was impressed.::
MacGowan: ::Emirry walked over to the first "door". It was actually strings of beads covering a doorway, the strings were unaffected by the breeze. Emirry lightly pulled the beads aside.:: This is my dream beach. ::The space beyond the door was beautiful. The sand was white and the sea was bright blue.:: I love the water, and beaches have always been my favorite places. I go there to relax.
Scott: You can hardly find a better place to relax than a beautiful beach on a warm sunny day. :: The scent of the salt air was a nice touch.::
MacGowan: ::The next door was made our of dark thick wood.:: This leads to my home in Washington. I go there when all I want to do is retreat.
Scott: Your safe place. :: As such Emmalyne did not ask to get a peek inside.::
MacGowan: ::Emirry moved on quickly. She moved to the next door. It was set into the mirrored wall. This door was very different; it was cold and made of harsh metal. it was a very imposing piece.:: Inside there... the computer basically loads a very intense training program I have. I do a form of martial arts that is hardly artistic. But it is very useful. That and the program helps me blow off steam and center.
Scott: :: Nodding her understanding.::
MacGowan: ::The next doorway was on the other side of the mirrored wall. This doorway was blocked only by a red velvet curtain.:: That is the stage. ::She paused.:: I've never felt happier then when I was performing.
Scott: Your happy place. :: She smiled.:: And what do you perform on that stage?
MacGowan: Music mainly. But I dabbled in acting.
Scott: Another thing we have in common it seems. I very much enjoy singing and acting, though usually it was just for play for family and friends. However the queen happened to be at one of our sex performances and requested a court appearance. Since that time she has requested me on several occasions and you cannot very well refuse the queen on something like that, you see.
MacGowen ::Emirry smiled.:: I would imagine not. ::Emirry moved to yet another door. It was made out of bamboo.:: Inside there is a lush forest with a large tree stump sat in a small clearing. It's the perfect spot for meditation.
::There was one last doorway. In front of it hung the blackest of black curtains. From underneath the curtain a faint fog could be seen...::
MacGowan: Welcome to my world counselor.
Scott: It is most impressive. Each room has some specific representation, yet can be utilized in more than the one way. :: She noticed that MacGowen did not say anything about the black draped door way.:: Have you completed then, or is it still a work in progress?
MacGowen: It's complete. For now. Should something within me change, this program would have to reflect that. I try and keep it up to date.
Scott: :: Nodding again.:: I am glad. I would have been concerned if you said it was complete.
MacGowen: ::Emirry fought back a grin.:: And why would that be?
Scott: Now, who is evaluating who here, Dcotor? :: She grinned with a knowing look.:: You know as well as I do that if you had said it was complete, it would indicate the possibility of some issues such as inflexibility, an unwillingness to deal with change and possibly a stagnation of personal growth.
MacGowen: ::Funny how she hit on something Em had been feeling for awhile without even realizing it. Emirry was not inflexible. It just seemed like the things around her and stopped developing, despite her best efforts.:: A diagnosis I would have come to myself, well done. ::She smiled lightheartedly.::
Scott: Thank you. :: a gracious nod on her head along with a heart-felt smile.:: It is always most difficult to evaluate and counselor, is it not? ::Not waiting for an answer, as they both knew it was, she looked at the last unmentioned door.:: You did not say what was behind the black curtain. Is it an as yet unexplored area or, more likely, your darker side?
MacGowen: Niether, counselor.
Scott: :: There was no prodding, she simply waited for her to go on.::
::Emirry didn't look at the door, or the counselor. Emirry always thought that good counselors should be met with honesty, so here went nothing.::
MacGowan: That houses events that occurred in my life. Events I choose not to revisit unless necessary.
Scott: I take it from your tone that these are painful events.
MacGowan: ::She sighed and crossed her arms.:: Have you read my complete file, Ms.Scott?
Scott: To be honest, no. I usually do not read the full file until after the first evaluation as I do not wish to cloud my perceptions with the conclusions of others. I prefer to come to my own conclusions and then compare them to the file afterward.
MacGowan: In it, is a previous evaluation that holds a line of particular note. There are events that have occurred in my life that will never see the inside of a counselor's office. Events that rarely ever graze the ears of anyone. Call it what you will, unproductive, unhealthy, I've heard it before. I stand by my choice.
::Emirry truly hoped she had not come off as brash or rude, it had not been her intention. But the events stored in that place were hers and hers alone.::
Scott: :: There was no immediate response as Emmalyne took a moment to carefully structure her next words.:: Doctor, I am not sure what others would have you do but I am not about to press you to visit events in your life that you are not willing to visit. That is not my purpose.. :; a slight pause :: at this time.
Also, it seems to me that you have dealt with these events in some form. :: nods to the curtain.:: I do not think it any more healthy to dwell on then to ignore the past, good, bad or indifferent. If, however, you ever find you need to talk about what is in there, then I shall certainly be here for you.
MacGowen: ::Emirry fell silent. Truth be told she hadn't dealt with them. At all. Never even touched them. That was the purpose of the room, to lock them away somewhere they wouldn't have to be dealt with...::
Scott: You are surprised I am not eager to learn all your deep dark secrets?
:: She smiled with a kind honesty.:: I will admit I am curious, but, I am not heartless, nor ruthlessly pursuing to publish some paper at your expense. My instinct is to render aid. That aid will be useless unless it is wanted. The only time I might insist is in an extreme case where you became much changed and I feared for you. I firmly believe, that as long as one is not being detrimental to either oneself or those around you, that one should deal with things as they feel they are able.
MacGowan: ::Emirry looked at her, almost studying the younger woman. Perhaps Em had finally become good at hiding these things. :: Well I appreciate that.
Scott: Trust me, I observe all the time and if I note a problem, I will pursue it in order to help the one who needs help, not because I am nosey. I really would rather no one had horrible things happen to them that caused them such great pain. I would wish for a perfectly wonderful life for everyone, but, that is not reality. Reality deals many blows and my desire as a counselor is to help those who are hit hard and stumble to rise and walk tall again.
:: Her passion for her work was obvious in her and the reason why she chose her path was good and true and she figured the doctor knew what she meant. She wished more than anything to ease suffering, not increase it, not take advantage of it and certainly not profit from some else's pain. The righteous conviction of her words sparkled in her amethyst eyes.::
MacGowan: ::Emirry nodded.:: I see where you're coming from. ::Emirry thought for a moment, had she ever really stood and walked tall after those two marked events?::
:: They stood quiet for a moment and then she tilted her head and posed a question.::
Scott: I understand that you actually missed much of the last mission due to an illness. Are you completely recovered now?
MacGowan: Yes, thankfully.
Scott: That is good. You enjoy your work, yes?
MacGowan: oO For the most part. Oo Absolutely.
Scott: And is there anything on your mind that you do wish to discuss?
MacGowan: No.
::It was time to lighten the mood. She could see the woman was uncomfortable. There would come a time when she had to deal with whatever haunted her, but that time was not yet here.::
Scott: Will you play something for me? I would love to hear you.
MacGowan: ::Emirry gave a small smile.:: Sure.
::She stepped through the red velvet curtain and held it open for the counselor to follow. The stage was bare, but very large. The lights were on so the audience portion of the theatre was barely visible. Off on the far side of the stage stood a piano that seemed a little old. Emirry didn't walk towards it though. Instead she pulled up to stools for them to sit on and opened the guitar case leaning on a near by wall. It was a simple acoustic, hardly anything compared to Em's actually instrument. But, she preferred it that way.::
MacGowan: ::She sat on one of the stools and positioned the guitar.:: Have a seat. ::She smiled.::
::When the two were sitting comfortably (or as comfortable as one could be on the little seats) Emirry began to play. Her fingers moved swiftly and gracefully over the lower-toned strings producing an intricate rich melody. Her eyes closed as the sound filled the acoustically wonderful room. It was clear to see the emotion that went into each note and each variance of the melody. Em loved playing and didn't do it nearly often enough.::
MacGowan: ::The melody came to an end and Em looked up.:: I'm no virtuoso, but I do what I can.
Scott: You play very well, Doctor MacGowen. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of hearing you play.
MacGowan: ::She stood and put the guitar back in its proper place. Without turning to look back at Scott, Em spoke quietly.:: I don't want you to have the wrong idea. For some reason, I feel I can't be dishonest with you. Those few events in my life that I choose to keep locked in that room, I haven't dealt with them. Despite the fact that it's been years...
::She sighed and turned around.::
MacGowan: Well, if that's all I should be getting back to sickbay.
Scott: I think we have done all we can here. Before you go, however, I would like to say this - I said you have dealt with it in some form, not that I felt you had come to terms with it completely. So far you have managed quite well, despite whatever it is that you have hidden behind the black curtain. At some point, when you feel you are able, you will have to face it in order to conquer it so that it does not conquer you. Do not let it taint or control the rest of your life. And I hope when you do need to face it, you will have someone you trust right there beside you.
:: She checks the time and her brows raise with surprise.::
Scott: And I hate to evaluate and run, but I have a meeting with the Captain in a few minutes. Please excuse me.
:: She headed for the door then stopped and turned to MacGowen.::
Scott: I am here if you do need me. :: She reiterated before slipping out of the holo-deck.::
Counselor Emmalyne A. Scott
USS Eagle
And
Doctor Emirry Rayn MacGowen
USS Eagle
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((Starboard Umbilical, DS-285))
::Tyr watched as Toni said goodbye to the crew. He stood quietly,
unassumingly, off to the side, obscured behind one of the bulkheads and with
his head lowered. His long hair obscured his eyes, which were focused on the
floor. He knew that the news he'd broken to her...perhaps that was the best
word to use-broken...had shaken her to her core. Still, bravely, she had the
strength to say goodbye to those she had served with, and to his surprise,
the strength to speak with him as well. When she approached him, he looked
her squarely in the eye, attempting to gauge her emotions.::
::Toni's eyes fell gently on Tyr as the others left. And after an awkward
moment, she spoke quietly::
TURNER: You have to be proud of them. They are a great crew.
WALTAS: I have always been and will always be proud of them. They're my
family. They're going to be missing a member now, though. You've become part
of us.
TURNER: Yes, they made my time here very enjoyable, as did you.
WALTAS: I just wish it could have ended on a better note, Toni. I think...
::He paused as another form, walking slowly and stiffly with pain, made her
way through the now-quiet group of crew. She was dressed in her Starfleet
uniform but a very noticeable sling was on her arm and a bandage protruded
from the top of her loosened collar. Daisha kept her dark eyes fixed on her
father and Toni, her face attempting to hide the pain. She noticed a few
heads turn as she made her way to her father.::
DAISHA: I wanted to say goodbye, Doctor. And thank you.
::Toni was so touched that she had come to see her off, she couldn't help
but want to hug her. Carefully she wrapped one arm around her good shoulder.
She was definitely Tyr's daughter. Her caring was exactly like his.::
TURNER: No need to thank me, I didn't do anything. It was a pleasure getting
to know you. ::letting her go:: You take care of yourself so you can heal
properly.
DAISHA::Smiling:: I'm sure we'll meet again.
TURNER: We will... ::whispering:: Take care of your Dad. Now go get some
rest.
::Turning slowly, Daisha made her way out of the Constitution and to the
nearest turbolift.::
OOC: Anyone's welcome to chat with Daisha.
::Tyr watched her go, his chest swelling with pride at the effort his
daughter had made to say goodbye to a shipmate. He could tell with a single
look that she was still in a great deal of pain, and made a mental note to
check on her as soon as he was on-station. Finally, his eyes fell on the
Fearless, berthed at the station. He was reminded of one of the old earth
movies where the two friends, who were more than friends but weren't, were
saying goodbye and the taxi had just pulled up.::
TURNER: Escort me to the Fearless?
WALTAS::Reaching for her bag, he shouldered it:: I'd be happy to.
::They walked in silence for a few moments, Tyr's eyes straight ahead,
searching for words that would somehow reassure her or at least soothe what
he was certain was abject pain.::
:: With every step closer to the Fearless, Toni felt the tears building.
Tears for having to say goodbye to the Discovery Crew, tears for her loss,
and tears for what she was going home to face.::
WALTAS: You know our thoughts and prayers go with you, Toni.
TURNER: ::Quietly:: Yes, I know. And I hope you know mine will always be
with you and your crew too. I'll never forget any of you.
WALTAS::Sighing, his eyes grew distant, recalling his own pain in
relationships past:: If there's one thing I've learned it's never say never.
Things have a way of working themselves out when you least expect them to.
TURNER: Yes, with time I'll find a way to go on without Heath. I have to
look after Vee and ... quite honestly, I don't know what to do or where I'll
end up taking her. I know I have to make a life for her. She deserves that.
WALTAS: Well, if it helps, you'll always have a home on
Discovery..::Pausing, he met her eyes:: And you will always have a friend in
me.
::Spontaneously, she hugged him. Not in passion, but genuine love and
affection for the dear friend she had come to care so much about.::
TURNER: And you have one in me too. Take care, Tyr.
:: Hurrying to go before he saw her tears, she took her bag onto the
Fearless. But she took with her a lot more than that. Friendships she would
cherish for the rest of her life, and the memory of a love that could have
been.
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Captain Tyr Waltas
Commanding Officer
USS Discovery
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Lt. Commander Toni Turner
Acting CMO
USS Constitution
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Welcome!
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Glad to have you back!
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This is a well written sim; the emotion can be felt while reading it. Great piece of work!
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All I can say is WOW. Incredible sim!
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I love this sim!
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((Risa))
::It was there last night on Risa. Emirry had had a wonderful, fulfilling trip.
She had shopped with Arista, danced with Jayda, and gone down to the shore with Ashley.
Nothing could make for a better vacation. Well, almost nothing...::
::On this cool night, Em could be found in her hotel room, lounging on the
balcony. It was nice, but a little boring. She wanted to go do something tonight. It felt
anticlimactic to just lay there. No matter how beautiful the Risan evening was.::
::Going back into the main part of her room, she slipped off her sun dress and
put on her new monokini she had bought here. She put on a light slip, it was black and made
of a sheer fabric that floated a bit in the breeze. Looking into the mirror she
loosing did the tie around her waist. Em was almost happy with how she looked. The bathing suit
was cute and the slip she wore over it gave the look a little intrigue.::
::Em slipped into a pair of strappy sandals and headed out of her room. On her
way, she took down her hair. It fell in waves over her shoulders and was for the most
part untamed. Emirry wasn't totally sure what she wanted to do yet, but she figured
she could take a walk until she figured it out.::
::The night was perfect. The air was cool and the breeze was light. The stars
shone brightly in the sky. Emirry sighed contently as she walked through the grounds
of the hotel. She could be content doing this tonight, just walking and watching. But
it was when she thought that, that an even better idea presented itself.::
::Not far off lay Daydan, quietly dozing on a lounge chair, totally undisturbed.
A small, mischievous grin came to Emirry's lips. She walked over, careful not to
make a lot of noise. Gently, she sat on the small bit of lounge chair she could.::
::She leaned over, bits of her long hair failing forward, and kissed him. It was
a simple, tender kiss, but when she felt him stir Em raised the intensity a bit. She ran
her hand over his chest, and let the kiss linger on.::
::Finally, she pulled away, but just enough for her to slide down a bit and rest
her head on his chest. The warmth that resinated from him was comforting, and
intoxicating. She got a little more comfortable there against him and with only the light of the
night sky, not to mention Em's hair covering most her face, she wondered if he had realized
who she was...::
MacGowan: ::She didn't bother speaking.:: oO It's dangerous to lay out in the open on Risa
like this... You never know who might come along. Oo
Lt.Cmdr. Emirry Rayn MacGowan
Chief Medical Officer
USS Eagle
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I agree. Great sim!
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Welcome to the Fleet!
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Welcome to the Fleet!
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((The Eagles Nest - USS Eagle (Starbase 118) ))
::After Captain Taboo had given his speech he approached Victoria and Lah'rel
after speaking to some of the crew on the way, when he reached them he simply
smiled warmly nodding to his Ex First Officer... ::
Taboo: How are you feeling Victoria, you look much better than the last time I
saw you...
Yladro: :: Quickly Poking her tounge out..:: It was touch and go there for a while,
Doctor MacGowan said they lost me for a while back there...
Keely: Again... It's a miracle this girl is still alive after what she's been through
Captain...
::Daydan nodded to them both clearly sensing the deep bond of love and affection
between them..::
Taboo: Well don't take any chances this time okay, I think what you are doing is
the right decision for you both, and for your unborn baby... ::Smiles..::
::Lah'rel took Victoria's left hand as she stroked her still flat abdomen tenderly..::
Keely: She is going to be spending the next eight months resting and getting
all the attention she needs, I give you my word in that sir..
::Victoria's interlaced fingers gripped Lah'rels tightly..::
Victoria: If you think I am going to be spending the next eight months wrapped
up in cotton wool Mr Keely you have got another thing coming.... I am carrying
our baby. Not a bomb....
Taboo: Well that told you... ::Daydan smiled looking directly at Lah'rel..::
Keely: She is going to be resting sir, I give you my word, we'll be back before
you know it...
::Victoria gripped Lah'rel's muscular arm tightly, hugging him close..::
Taboo: If you really want to make me happy, forget about starfleet, go and
raise a beautiful family together and be happy... :: He sighed smiling to them
with a mixture of admiration and envy in his eyes..::
::Victoria stepped forward slightly, a tear forming in the corner of her eye,
her bushy hair glowing around her like a halo... She tip toed to give Taboo
a kiss on the cheek and bowed her head blushing heavily.. ::
Victoria: Thank you for everything sir, I mean it, I am so sorry I let you
down, it just wasn't to be...
Taboo: Not necessary to apologise Victoria, you are doing exactly what I
hoped you would do someday... Both of you... Go to Bajor and have your
baby, then go back to California and run your uncles Vineyard like you
always dreamt you would, just remember to forward a few bottles for
your old friend would you... ?
::Victoria's eyes began to stream, she wiped her tears away with her
forearm hiding her face behind her hair..::
Keely: Well I've never seen her do that before... ::He chuckled to her..::
Good luck Captain, we'll keep in touch... ::Lah'rel held out his hand to him..::
Taboo:: ::Shaking his hand firmly..:: You do that Lah'rel, just you take
good care of our girl okay...
::Lah'rel nodded and stroked Victoria's tiny abdomen..::
Keely: Girls sir, I have two now.. ::He bent down and kissed Victoria
on the lips softly..::
::With a final smile and heartfelt eye contact Lah'hrel and Victoria exited
the lounge slipping away as quietly as they could, they didn't want a fuss,
the hope was that someday soon they would be back, with the same faces
and the same smiles still here to greet them on their return..::
((Corridor))
:: Victoria held Lah'rel's arm.. She was still a little uneasy on her feet,
but with Lah'rel nearby she felt safe and confident, and with Victoria
close by his side nothing else mattered, she was the very centre of
his universe...::
Keely: I know who he reminds me of now..
Yladro: Who?
Keely: Taboo, I know who he reminds me of...
Yladro: Who does he remind you of?
Keely: Merlin.. King Arther's Mystic magician....
Yladro: He reminds me of...
:: Lah'rel looked at her..::
Keely: Of who...
::Victoria smiled..::
Yladro: Nothing, it doesn't matter, c'mon Lah.. Lets go home..
-TBC-
LtCmdr Keely Lah'rel
Mission Specialist
Ex/USS Eagle
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((Promenade - Starbase 118))
:: Daydan touched his cheek softly, the gentle loving kiss that Emirry
had put on him only minutes ago still felt like she was still there, the
warmth of her breath, the tenderness of her kiss... He looked up
sensing a cold presence approaching him, he could sense SFI a mile
away, they had an in human sense of being, it was as if they just
didn't care.... Taboo pretended not to notice him approaching and
continued to watch some children in the park below chase Finches
through the trees...::
Ravenswood: Well well well, if it isn't the do gooder.. Why has
someone not snuffed out your light yet Mr Taboo?
:: His name was spoken by the man with a distinctive venom in his
voice... Daydan turned a little of the way to face him lifting one
foot up onto the first rail of the guard looking down several floors
onto the lavish gardens below... ::
Ravenswood: Why don't we just have you illuminated Taboo,
number three wouldn't bat an eye lid at the order, but someone
high up has a very important use for you or else you would have
been long dead..
:: Daydan leaned menacingly towards him.., tapping his temple.. ::
Taboo: That's because you sickos want to know what I have locked
up here....
Ravenswood: Nothing a phaser blast wouldn't uncover!!
::Daydan shook his head..::
Taboo:: This is so far over your head you don't even have accesses
do you, you are just a pawn no different from the rest of us.....
Ravenswood: What do you mean, I do as I please, I take orders
from the very top, no one else...
Taboo: Go home Joseph.. ::Daydan shook his head, but the Admiral
was so incensed by Taboo's response that he lunged for him, luckily
Daydan was expecting an assault and caught the mans entire fist in his
hand pushing it effortlessly to one side...
Ravenswood: Your a dead man Taboo, do you hear me?
::Joseph flexed his fingers..::
Taboo: we are all dead, or rather asleep, until we either wake
ourselves up or someone wakes us up....
Ravenswood: Your nuts..
Taboo:: Shaking his head again..:: And you need to use that
grey matter between your ears allot more than you do....
Ravenswood: If you say so, ::He looked Taboo in the eyes
and then back towards the turbo lift he had previously ridden
to get to this floor..:: Where is my operative?
Taboo: What operative..
Ravenswood: You know what operative, Yladro, the girl?
Taboo: She's MIA..
Ravenswood: The rings she is, I'd have seen it in the crew
manifest...
Taboo: Check again..
Ravenswood: She was cute, I think she liked me..
::Daydan scoffed to him..::
Taboo: You are joking...
Ravenswood: I'll find her, she's probably with that louvre
nose right?
Taboo: He's taken a LOA, to settle their affairs..
Ravenswood: Oh I'll settle here affairs alright, apparently
she liked it a little rough... :: Laughing to himself..::
::Daydan nodded to himself..::
Taboo: Leave my people alone or else..
Ravenswood: Or else whaa!!!!
:: Before Ravenswood could finish the line he punched
him hard in the stomach, Joseph fell against him for a
moment fighting for his breath..::
Taboo: Leave my people alone...
:: Daydan turned away letting Joseph slump against the
hand rail... Entering the turbo lift nearby Daydan was
glad to see the back of the man, he shuddered at the
thought.. ::
Taboo: oO Good luck Victoria.. I will miss you, and you
you old war dog... Oo
::Daydan chocked back hard to prevent himself from
shedding a tear, better to remove yourself from the
emotions he kept telling himself, but how does a true
Betazoid do that? ::
::He tugged down on his tunic, cleared his thoughts as
best he could and headed quickly back to the Hangar
bay where the Eagle was waiting for him... ::
-TBC-
Captain Daydan Taboo
Commanding Officer
USS Eagle NCC 74659
&
Admiral Joseph Ravenswood
SB118 Configuration Project Manager/
(SFI Undercover)
Simmed by Taboo
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Welcome to the fleet; we're happy to have you!! Congratulations!!
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There is an amazing amount of talent here and it is good to see that we can appreciate each other’s work. Controversy aside of who nominated what, truth be told, if I was nominated or I nominated myself, I would be more inclined to vote honestly to the piece that I felt most deserving. And, since I am overcritical of myself, I would more than likely vote for someone else (I can guarantee you I would).
I believe this is a great way to showcase what talent we have here and every ship deserves recognition. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to read posts from other ships and this gives me a chance to see pieces of UFOP at its greatest.
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*selects her choice*
Done!!
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I really enjoyed reading this piece. Full of emotion.
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((Deck 9- Black Tower - Starbase 118 ))
::The crew were on the base having a well deserved rest, Daydan
however was still working, in fact he hadn't stopped since they had
left the base almost two weeks ago, the trip to the Trinity sector
was not an accident, neither was the run in with the space pirates
from Cart'hen III.. Or the Orion syndicate..::
::Black Tower was heavily involved in the politics in the area, that
was obvious to Daydan, Starfleet intelligence seemed to have an
agenda all of their own and that frightened the Betazoid... He
appeared on the ninth floor, not in the uniform of one of starfleets
finest, but as a member of the Guild of Readers, thick heavy robes
hiding his athletic frame, his hazel eyes looking straight ahead but
his empathic and telepathic presence radiated around him ...::
::Walking up the long corridor to the turbo lift Daydan sensed
other eyes upon him, but there was no one else around, at least
not in a physical sense.. He could feel eyes trying to pierce into
his very soul, but his barriers were far to strong and each probing
assault was harmlessly deflected off without resistance... ::
::Before Daydan reached the turbo lift at the far end of the corridor
it opened, when he stepped inside the door closed behind him with
a his and then nothing, there was a long pause of almost half a minute
until the lift began to climb up the last few floors to his destination at
the most unseen part of the station.::
((Room 101 - Section 13 - Deck 3))
::The doors of the lift opened and Daydan was able to see right into
the office of one of Starfleet Intelligence most senior operatives, the
administrator... The chair where he sat was turned around so the
Daydan couldn't see his face, he was facing away from his desk
looking out of a window that rose high above him, the only part of
the station that was visible from this location were the enormous
antenna, reaching out in to space...::
The Administrator: Finally
::The voice was strange, hard to tell what race age sex or back
ground, there was no enthusiasm or joy in it's tone, Daydan
frowned contemplating a probe on the originators mind..::
Taboo: We had no agreement to meet, not that I was aware of...
Administrator: You think you are here by chance Taboo
of the guild? You are not, we take nothing by chance, we know
every move you will make even before you do...
::Daydan said nothing and simply stood still for a moment, he
pulled back the hood of his robe and stepped forwards a few
places so that he was only a meter or two away from the
Administrators desk...::
The Administrator: You have a mission do you not?
Taboo: Correct, Trinity Sector peace keeping force, we....
::Before he finished talking the Administrator butted in
abruptly...::
The Administrator: Funded by Black Tower..
Taboo: ::Raising an eye brow..:: And Starfleet?
Administrator: Negative, Black Tower.. The Trinity
Sector is important to us...
::Daydan waited for the chair to turn around but it did not..
The Betazoids mind was swimming with questions...::
Taboo: You said "us".
Administrator: Starfleet has interests, yes, Black Tower
has the security of the Federation to consider, and the
purity.... ::The voice trailed into silence, Daydan sensed
a real emotion of hatred that felt more cold and bitter than
any other emotion he had ever felt before..::
Taboo: oO Sceptre? Oo
::Taboo's eyes narrowed, he would have gone head to
head with this figure before him but for the first time
things were beginning to make sense, he felt alone, more
alone than ever, who could he trust now... Starfleet
had little or no knowledge of what was really going on
here, either that or they chose to ignore it.. Now it seemed
that Starfleet Intelligence were involved up to their necks, and
not only starfleet intelligence but Sceptre too, the Elitist Readers
of Starfleet set on the total domination of all species... The hairs
on the back of his neck [...]led as a chill ran down his spine
causing him to shudder slightly..::
:: Daydan looked up to see a pair of hands grip the arm rests
of the chair, who ever it was they were suited in a black uniform
of some kind with gold braid on the sleeves, the Caucasian skin
was unmistakable, but the hands were not muscular but not exactly
feminine either. How hard would it be he thought to himself to
simply reach over the desk and spin that chair around so he could
see who it was he was talking to...::
The Administrator: You will go back to Cart'hen III to complete
your mission...
Taboo: Why, they are no threat, just pirates...
:: The tone of the voice suddenly elevated..::
The Administrator: DO NOT QUESTION...
:: There was a sharp and decisive assault on Daydans mind,
sharp and decisive but one that he easily deflected to one side,
the hands on the arms of the chair gripped tightly, and then
moments later the grip frustratingly declined... Daydan could
sense the hate still, but also a slight feeling of fear... Daydans
hands fell to his front waiting for a new response..::
The Administrator: You have your orders...
::Daydan waited for a padd or a data crystal to be handed to
him with his orders and actions clearly defined, but there were
none... He turned on his heels and began to walk but then
stopped... He pulled the hood up over his head almost hiding
his face, while his eyes were in shadow his mouth cheeks and
soft lips were in clear view... ::
:: He breathed in deeply thinking about the dire cities on Cart'hen III
and all of those people oblivious of how joyous life could be... His
next question was meant to definitively make up his mind once and
for all, not that he ever suspected that it would change, when ever
Sceptre were involved it meant only one thing, people would suffer
and many would die..::
Taboo: ::From beneath his hood..:: People may get hurt, innocent
people...
The Administrator: No one is innocent, Ignorance is Guilt...
::Daydan clenched his fists and grit his teeth, he let out the breath
long and shallow, at the end of the breath he continued to the
door and entered the turbo lift that had been waiting for him the
entire time.. He turned about to face the desk and the chair from
the far end of the large office.::
Taboo: oO All life is precious.. What right do you have to judge.. Oo
:: The doors closed with a hiss, Daydan put his hand to his face
as if to wash it clean, the higher he rose up the chain the more he
hated what he found, corruption, greed, jealousy, gluttony.. To
the most humble life was precious, was it only the poor that really
understood how wealthy they truly were... Maybe not knowing
the truth was it's own gift.. ::
::With a sudden cry of anger the Betazoid hybrid struck out
punching the turbo lift wall as hard as he could.. the cushion
padded walls gave only slightly causing his knuckles to redden
and tiny veins bursting open close to the skins surface...::
((Deck 176))
::Daydan strolled out of the turbo lift, his robes flowing behind him
as he walked quickly between the busy population of Starbase 118.. ::
Taboo: oO I need a drink.. Oo
::He stopped at a coffee bar and approached the bar pulling back
his hood, leaning on the bar and putting his foot up on the foot rail
he sighed as he looked at the waiter...::
Taboo: Water, cold, 5 oc.. And a slice of lemon..
::The waiter nodded and poured a glass of cold water onto a slice
of lemon, he lifted it to his lips and drank it down, slowly at first and
then quickly finishing off the second half... ::
Taboo: Thanks, ::He placed the empty glass down onto the bar
and wiped his arm across his mouth..:: pheew!! I needed that..
Waiter: Have that one on me sir... ::Smiles..::
::Daydan bowed to the man and smiled..::
Taboo: oO Someone has to stand up to them. Sometimes maybe
it is better to be ignorant of the truth.. Oo Thank you, I owe you
one...
::Before the barman could ask him to wipe down a few tables he
was on his feet again trying to clear his mind and ejoy what the
station had to offer...::
The Administrator
Administrator Black Tower
Starbase 118
&
Captain Taboo
CO/USS Eagle
NCC 74659
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((Starfleet Headwaters, Earth: Six Years Ago))
::Sitting by a window, with her long legs curled under her and into
the seat of the couch, was a bruised and battered Arista Devar. She
gazed to the world with bright green eyes and wet waves of hair
hanging loosely around her face. The sun bled warm light through,
casting shadows across the room.::
Counselor: How did that make you feel?
::There was a brief silence before the patient replied with a raspy
voice.::
Devar: How do you think it make me felt? I mean come on…
::She paused, mild anger tinting her words as she wiped a few tears
away.::
Devar: What kind of question is that?
::Arista turned her head and glared at the Federation officer. There
was just something about the cool demeanor, matching the almost
heartless questions that unnerved the Betazoid woman.::
Counselor: These kind of questions are not easy, Cadet, but they are
designed to provoke acknowledgement and promote the healing process.
::Blinking, Arista looked back to the landscape outdoors and tried to
hide her emotion.::
Counselor: What you faced, well… I can only imagine what you must
feel. But, if you wish to be continually accepted into your
enrollment at the Academy you must prove to us you can withstand the
obstacles the life of an Officer will endure. This is not only a
liability to the Federation, but to your comrades and yourself.
::Arista wiped away a few wandering pieces of gold hair from tickling
her cheek. It was hard facing the fact that the life she had lived a
few months ago was now just a memory. She was rescued by the man
(Adam) that loved her, who stayed back to ensure her safety and
retrieve the single most important thing between them. Now, both
were gone with no hope of salvation. `Hope' faded when there was no
open trans-dimensional rift to the universe that was hers. `Hope' of
saving them simmered away everyday, but in her dedication to those
that saved her from that drifting, damaged shuttle… Arista hoped
that, within Starfleet, she might find a way in saving those that
saved her.::
::She whispered.::
Devar: I… understand.
::There was a pause.::
Devar: I felt lonely, Counselor.
::She cleared her throat.::
Devar: Lonely, confused and scared when I awoke from that shuttle you
found me in. When the man that lifted me from the floor told me I
was the only one that survived…
((Present – SB 118 Promenade))
"…I was terrified. Alone. Fearful of what things may come and sad
when I was aware of what I lost."
::It took a little effort to keep up with her brother's brisk walk
about the station. They chatted about life, his worries and what she
was doing on the Eagle. It was nice catching up with him but she
knew it would soon close.::
Galwyn: Well, I hate to run but I have Cargo Freighter that will be
departing back to Betazed in 0200.
::With her arms folded, she looked up to him with a small smirk.::
Arista: Don't work too hard lugging things around, little bro. Lift
with your legs and not your back.
::He rolled his eyes but she just continued.::
Devar: And, remember what I told you. Live life. We all have some
kind of monkey on our shoulders but its how we deal with them that
matters.
Galwyn: Yeah, yeah Ms. Philosopher…
::She slapped him hard on the shoulder and he faked a wince of pain.::
Arista: You get out of here then, Mr. Wisecrack, and be rest assured
I'll be keeping tabs on you.
::She pointed her finger at him and Gal just chuckled.::
Galwyn: I have no doubt.
::After a hug, they both went their separate ways having enjoyed the
time that was spent together. With this past mission, Arista needed
a boost of positive juice to keep her going. If she was ever going
to find Adam and Evangeline again, she needed to stick by the advice
she paid her brother: Live positively.::
TBC
Lt. Arista Devar
ACMO, USS Eagle
Dr. Ari Tagren: Cold
in 2013
Posted
((Here… But not really… ))
::Even though my parents never married, I knew that they loved me and each
other. I wanted for basically nothing, only the desire to see each more, but I
understood at a very young age that a person's duty bound them to things.
Despite that, I knew that their bond with me was stronger, their duty as my
parents, and it never had to be vocally stated. It simply was.::
::I was sheltered to an extent as a child. We would spend almost every Christmas
in a cabin in the Rockies, removed from Starfleet and duty, huddled in our
winter coats, watching the snow, and sitting by an old-time fireplace singing
and exchanging gifts over hot chocolate and dishes from recipes that originated
from across the sea of stars. We enjoyed getting away from it all and spending
time as a family.::
::In one cherished memory, I remember standing, the crispy tundra underneath my
boots, catching snowflakes with my tongue as my dad lifted me to his shoulders,
his blue eyes smiling tenderly, happily. To bring me closer to the deep purples
and blues that tinted the sky, he said. I would stretch my arms and pretend that
I could touch the peaks of the mountains, that I was just as tall. My mom would
watch, her smile wide, covered in what seemed to be ten layers of shirts, pants
and an oversized parka. She never handled the cold well.::
::Cold.::
::This place was cold and I trembled.::
::So was death, the idea of it. I thought the three of us were unstoppable,
empowered by my mother's and my grandfather's tales of the El-Aurians. I thought
we could live forever. That time in this moment would simply remain the same,
constant, never changing.::
::I trembled.::
::I could still hear the beeping of machines. The vision of my paling father
resting in the hospital bed he would later pass away in. His hand holding mine
as he struggled to breath. His eyes always remained the same. Smiling, tenderly
at me with happiness, even as his body deteriorated. I was young, unaffected by
death, and then it hit me like a bullet.::
::And I trembled, crying, cold.::
::Death was cold.::
::Cold.::
((Present: Bilire IV, Reaper's Unreality))
::Just like this room…::
::Aribelle felt her mind slipping and she struggled to fight the surge of
memories that flooded her as she patted down the concrete walls, her body cold,
drenched from water and in pain.::
Tagren: Where am I? What is this place?
Dodhun: It is your worst nightmare.
Tagren: My… worst nightmare?
::It did not register. She mulled over it in her brain, which was still fuzzy,
in a haze. She shivered, teeth chattering. She thought to press her
communicator, her fingers in pain from the cold, but was greeted by nothing.
Instantly, she closed her eyes and rode out all the emotions she was feeling in
that moment. Slowly, memories started to come back to her. Of the water, rushing
into the hospital, of it overpowering her, the turbulent waters taking her
over.::
::She should have died.::
::Maybe she did.::
::Cold, she trembled.::
::Is she was dead, would she be able to feel this much pain? This much cold?
Still feel wet? Still feel fear? She could not think…::
Tagren: oO Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil, for you are with me… Oo
::With a sense of purpose, Tagren straightened herself up, still shaking.::
Tagren: Let me out of here!
::No answer.::
Tagren: Hello?
::No answer. The ominous presence had faded, but that did not leave Aribelle any
less terrified. There was something so wrong, unreal about this whole thing.
Breathing and coughing up more water, Aribelle twisted around and tried to walk,
to the other side of the cell, the light flickering in and out above her. Just
as she stretched her arms to touch the other wall, she lost her footing and fell
forward onto the floor, the side of her face cracking onto the concrete. As she
faded into unconsciousness, blood pooled slowly around her head, soaking into
her already wet fiery colored hair.::
TBC
Dr. Aribelle "Ari" Tagren
Ensign, Medical Officer
USS Tiger-A