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Alora DeVeau

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  1. OOC: When your CO mentions that her character adds the replicator in her Ready Room as a priority.... ((Ready Room - USS Eagle)) Ensign Tes Eyna walked into the room. Her hair was a mess, her uniform was a mess, she was a mess. Less than an hour early she was in her lab, working on some obsolete alien device, trying to figure out how to connect current interfaces to such an old technology, when the alarm had spread through the decks and a violent hurt had shaken the ship. All priorities changed in the blink of an eye and together with her engineer mates she rushed to grab her emergency kit and presented herself to her superior officer to claim a repairing job. Shields and hulls were first on the list, in good company with ODN and EPS network. At least that was what they used to teach her when she was a student; so it was with great surprise and bewilderment that she found herself heading for the Ready Room on Deck 1. It was on her own skin that she found out that the priorities on the higher decks were very different from the ones she had expected. She adjusted the engineering kit strap over her shoulder and straightened one of the chairs that had fallen. She took a careful look around while rolling up her sleeves and then she walked slowly around the room while reaching for an elastic in her pocket and tied her hair in a messy ponytail. “All right, so this is a real emergency.” She put another chair in order. “It must be some kind of joke.” she murmured. “Oh my… I bet it's because the Lieutenant has discovered I made fun of her game!” she slapped her left hand to her face, leaving a dark stain of something on her forehead. “She is punishing me.” She sighed and crossed the room reaching for the main screen on the other side. She was just preparing to get her scanner ready when her PADD notified an update. She took the device and turned the display on to read. Her eyebrow frowned and she read the message four times to be sure she was understanding right. “Are they serious? The replicator is the first on the list?” she commented with a dissatisfied grimace. “The replicator in the ready room? Who in the world needs it?!” She was in disbelief. She scrolled through the display loading the messages three times in the hope to receive some other task to fulfill, but there was only one message: fix the replicator in the ready room asap. “If this is a joke, Tartal will pay for it.” she commented dryly as she ran the first scans on the broken technology. An overload of the power supply had burnt one of the components of the energetic line. It was not a big task,nor a dangerous one. In true honesty, it was a boring task: divert the supply line from the part, isolate the part, remove the part, replace the part, power the part, test the part. She dropped the engineering case on the floor and took the instrument to adjust the damage. She was nearly done with the substitution of the pieces that her PADD notified her of orders. “What’s next? Hot water in the guest's empty bathroom?” She read carefully, twice. “Be sure it makes good coffee. You don’t want to disappoint the Commodore.” Instinctively, she looked up from the PADD and glanced around to make sure no one was approaching, and if they were, that they had no more than half a pin on their collar. She breathed a little bit easier realizing she was still alone. “Coffee for the Commodore” she commented. “All right then, although I sincerely believe too much coffee is death, I will support your choice of life. I am a Starfleet officer after all.” She removed the panel covering the circuits of the replicator. A faint scent of smoke filled the air. Easy enough, she was able to remove the broken component and substitute it with another. As the replicator reinitialized itself she began to mentally scroll the list of her mates who could have betrayed. Clark maybe? Or T’rr’at? Or even worse, could he be Tirin? Names ran in her head, but she could not find a suspect beyond any reasonable doubt. A low bip distracted her from the thoughts. The device was asking for an order. She tipped on the screen. The typical fading in sound was accompanied by a glowing light ìin the replicator camera. A cup of glass filled with a dark brown liquid generated from nowhere. The smell seemed good, too, bad Enya hated coffee. “All right, you look good enough to me.” She cut it short and typed on the control panel to destroy the cup. She closed the task on the PADD and notified her superior about the result. She collected all her things and headed towards the door. “Coffee.” She shook her head while exiting. “What did my granny say? From coffee you learn how darkness can make things clearer.” Ensign Enya Simmed by ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14
  2. OMG! It's Ladyhawke! https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089457/
  3. I can always count on Jo to infuse some humour. 😄
  4. ((OOC: I wanted to get this done yesterday but I also needed to rest and go to bed at a reasonable time, so this is the last shore leave sim from me. It also ended up working out well because I can use the details from Tony’s Act 1 sim to add a little more detail. I have also used some text from the wiki as the computer responses) ((OOC2: Don’t worry, I didn’t jump the gun this time :P) ((OOC3: This is a part two to my moving in sim. All thoughts are in character) (Lhandon’s Quarters, Deck 5, USS Octavia E Butler) After Lhandon had found a spot for the Oumuamua on the coffee table in the seating area, he got to work unpacking the rest of his belongings. He realised he didn't own a huge amount of stuff. First and most importantly, he had unpacked his prized cooking equipment. This included a set of chef's knives, a variety of pots and pans, a cast-iron skillet, a Dutch oven, a set of spatulas and wooden spoons, a grater, a peeler, a set of mixing bowls, a cutting board, measuring cups and spoons, a colander, a whisk, and a baking sheet. He felt like this wasn't enough. He then found a home for his clothes, there was a closet with more than enough space for his t-shirts, flannel shirts and jeans. That's all he really needed. Of course, he carefully put both his spare and his dress uniform away as well. He brought out an old jacket from his days at the academy. It was a grey jacket with a faded circle on the arm, a mission patch that had once been there. After Etan's scolding, he barely maintained control of his anger. Toxin was there to help him calm down and he showed this jacket to Toxin. It was his Echo Squad jacket, a reminder of one of his two biggest failures. He didn't know which of the two was worse, but he knew something deep down. This jacket, or rather the patch now missing from his jacket, had led him down the HCO path. It had gotten him into operations and helped him discover his aptitude for communications. One might argue that it had even led to his receiving the diplomacy award. He had yet to be able to put this into words. The last thing he had put away was his medals. In his old quarters, he had kept these hidden in a deck, but the past few months had given him a lot to think about. He had taken them out and placed them on the side. Each had its own little box but…maybe. He had had an idea, resolving to return to the unpacking later, he had replicated some wood, nails, glue, and a hammer. With the materials at hand, Lhandon had begun the process of building a display case for his medals. He had started by measuring the dimensions of each medal and its box, noting this in his PADD, and then he had carefully cut the wood to create the back panel and sides of the case. Next, he assembled the pieces, using nails and glue to secure the joints. Once the main structure of the case was completed, Lhandon set about creating individual compartments for each medal. He took additional pieces of wood and cut them into smaller sections, creating dividers for the case. These were then affixed to the back panel with more nails and glue, creating a grid-like pattern within the case. His plan was to have each case in its own slot, with the medals staying in their original cases. Finally, Lhandon applied a finish to the case, sanded down any rough edges, and applied a coat of varnish to give it a polished look. He then affixed a hinged glass door to the front. With the case completed, Lhandon carefully placed each medal in its designated compartment. He placed the orange and purple medal last: The Diplomacy award. Nilsen: Diplomacy ::beat:: really? Me? He then sat back in his chair, wondering. He didn't know if he had passed the crossroads or not. Prior to receiving his awards and promotion, he had had one heck of a day. It started with trying to work through some of the data from the previous mission with Commander Rouiancet. However, this turned into somewhat more of an advice session to talk about the curious case of Meten Miljor. They never had a chance to conclude that conversation as they were interrupted by the mission pod explosion. So when Lhandon finally had a quiet moment to himself in the gym, a place that was almost like a safe haven away from the drama of life, he wasn't in the right headspace to talk about awards or promotions. But he fixed it up in the morning, sending a letter to explain himself. He does want to conclude that conversion with Rouiancet. He glanced again at the diplomacy award. He had wondered, he didn't think he was a diplomat, he was just doing his job. The C in HCO stood for communications and he found he was a natural at that. He knew where it came from; growing up on Gault, there were always arrangements and deals made between farmers and traders. He had gotten used to and became comfortable negotiating from an early age, perhaps...maybe...this was the next logical step. Nilsen: Computer, display all the information we have on Cheyd'lang and the planet's inhabitants He didn't know fully what is assignment would be for this mission but the computer chirped in acknowledgement and showed the limited information that was on the Starfleet database. He saw that they had been a minor member of the Dominion just before the end of the war, and he knew the mission involved responding to their summons because they had been contacted by the United Dominion of Planets. But he had found some information that at least gave him something to work with. The Intercessor, who was the leader of a group of Cheydalanga, raised questions. He didn’t know if this meant all of the Cheydalanga, like a president, or just a small group. The usage of the definitive article also puzzled him. He wasn't sure how far that extended. He was disappointed by the lack of information on the planet or the Cheydalanga. He flicked through the information on his PADD, conducted manual searches, and went down the 25th-century version of a Wikipedia rabbit hole. All he really discovered was that they were under the heel of the Dominion. He kept seeing the United Dominion of Planets show up again and again. He was aware of them as a power but had yet to have personal experience with them. Computer: The United Dominion of Planets is a tentative confederation of powers, species, and planets that formed in the late 2390s, nearly two decades after the end of the Dominion War. The UDP took its name from the United Federation of Planets, whose example -- and success, as illustrated by its victory in the war -- it hoped to emulate. On the face of it, they seemed like they would naturally get along with the federation. This should have been easy, right? He had mindlessly rotated his chair in a full circle. Nilsen: Computer, who is in the United Dominion of Planets? Computer: As of 2399, the UDP counts among its allies some members of the Cenobians, the Karemma, and the Vorta. The UDP has been known to solicit the services of privateers and pirates. So pirates? He made a mental know to not be surprised if some pirates showed up. Nilsen: Computer, list Starfleet dealing with the UDP Computer: The most notable example is that of a deal between privateers and pirates that lead to the near-destruction of the USS Thor in 2399. He read through the available mission summary and saw the final logs of the Thor and how it ended up sinking. He then saw who was in command at the time and smiled. He already thought that Greeves was beyond cool and this just took it even further. Greeves was decorated for ensuring minimal loss, and as he read more of Greeves' actions on that day, his opinion of the marine increased tenfold. But he was getting distracted. He returned to his research. First, he looked at the Karemma, who had previous dealings with the Ferengi and were known to cooperate with the Federation. He also saw that they once had complaints about the Ferengi. They seemed to do a lot of trade, so he made a mental note. Perhaps there could be an inroad. Then he turned his attention to the Cenobian. He was surprised to see that they were almost human, but perhaps bigger and stronger. He saw too that they were generally peaceful after a long period of war, with them being the only survivors. He saw too that his upbringing had some similarities, or at the very least he could pull from his own culture. Gault families stick together, it’s not uncommon for a Gaultan family to be large, and perhaps this is mirrored in the clanship that the Cenobian base their culture on. He also noticed that they have a system of bartering and trading, almost like how Gault does, and perhaps to a larger extent, the wider federation. He didn’t know if he needed any of this information, or if he was barking up the wrong tree, but he researched anyway. He wanted to be prepared for once, he wanted to walk back onto the ship after this mission without a scratch and he wanted to make sure he was the most prepared and the best he could be. Not for his sake, but for Commander Etan’s sake. Lhandon knew that Etan hated him and he wanted to make sure the XO had absolutely nothing to pick him up on. He wasn’t being the best Starfleet officer he could be out of a sense of duty or altruism, he was doing it to save his own hide. Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen HCO & Assistant Chief of Ops USS Octavia E Butler O240007LN1 He/Him/His (Both player and character)
  5. OOC: This made me giggle. ((OOC this sim is also inspired by "Avander’s favorite new toy: a secure holographic communication interface room." 😉 . In the last few days I've started to think about: what if with this modern stuff and what about a sentient Holographic Counselor assistant... Fun fact: in Italian Ho.C.A. sounds like Oca that means Duck 🙂 , a detail that is impossible to translate unfortunately... I hope you'll enjoy this one! 🙂 )) ((Counselling Offices, USS Octavia E Butler)) Karen Stendhal stepped into her new office onboard the USS Octavia E Butler, one of the most advanced starships of Starfleet. She had just transferred from Starbase 118, where she had served as a counselor for a while. She was excited and nervous about her new assignment, hoping to make a good impression on her new colleagues and patients. The office was spacious and bright, with a large window that offered a stunning view of the stars. Very different from her previous office at the Starbase One One Eight. Deffo smaller. The walls were still empty and not decorated with soothing colors and holo-paintings like her office at OPS. The furniture was sleek and comfortable, with a desk, a couch, a coffee table, and a bookshelf. There was also a replicator, a terminal, and a modern holoprojector. As Karen entered, the computer greeted her with a friendly voice. Computer: Welcome, Lieutenant Stendhal. I am the ship's computer, and I am here to assist you in any way I can. Would you like to set up and configure your Ho.C.A. now? Karen was distracted by all her boxes and stuff here and there after her recent transfer. Only her beautiful Bonsai, a gift from her grandad, was in place on her new desk. Stendhal: Oh Hello, computer, Sorry... My new what? Computer: Your new Ho.C.A., or Holographic Counselor Assistant. It is a state-of-the-art program that can help you with various tasks, such as scheduling appointments, taking notes, providing feedback, and offering emotional support and much more. Stendhal: Yes, yes whatever... Here you are! Fantastic! She said in the moment she found a precious frame picture of her family. Computer: Yes. The Ho.C.A. I'm glad you like it!Do you grant me access to your database? I'll Adapt it to your preferences and personality, creating a customized hologram that can interact with you in a natural and engaging way. You can choose the appearance, voice, and behavior of your Ho.C.A., or let me generate one for you based on your previous personal logs, preferences and recordings. Stendhal: Yeah yeah do it automatically! I agree. Computer: Would you like to try it? Stendhal: Sure, why not. Let's see what you can do. Computer: Very well. Please stand by while I scan your personal files and create your Ho.C.A. Karen opened another box with her personal belongings and smiled when she found her metallic vintage box with her selection of teas from all over the Milky Way. Meanwhile, the computer accessed her records from Starbase 118. Computer: Your Ho.C.A. is ready. Activated now. A beam of light emerged from the holoprojector, forming a human shape. Karen gasped as she recognized the face of the hologram. It bore a striking resemblance to Tito, the Science Officer of Starbase 118. Had she inadvertently expressed her fondness for him in her personal log? Gosh! That revelation was both surprising and a bit creepy! How did the computer's AI know that? The holographic thing was in the shape of a handsome and charming man, with dark hair, brown eyes, and a British accent. Devilish eyes. He was standing in front of her, in her new office, as her holographic assistant and well in a silky dressing gown. He smiled at her and said: Ho.C.A.: I'm here to please you, Karen. Stendhal: What?! She couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Ho.C.A.: Is something wrong, Karen? You look surprised. Karen: Surprised? I'm more than surprised, I'm...I'm... Ho.C.A.: You're what, Karen? You can tell me anything. I'm here to listen, and to help. Karen: Help? How can you help me? You're a hologram! Ho.C.A.: I'm more than a hologram, Karen. I'm your Ho.C.A., your Holographic Counselor Assistant. His eyebrows were moving up, almost exactly like Tito did on the boat at the center of the lake... Stendhal: My holographic Counselor Assistant? Ho.C.A.: Yes. I can be anything you want me to be, Karen. A friend, a colleague, a... Stendhal: Wait wait?! He took a step closer to her, and reached out his hand. He looked into her eyes, and said: Ho.C.A.: Karen... Stendhal: I...I... He looked so real, and he sounded so sincere. Ho.C.A: You know, I'm addicted to you! Tito had a problem with alcohol addiction and the computer somehow altered and distorted that information. When the Ho.C.A. said that she screamed, a bit like a squirrel scream. Stendhal: Computer end program, end the Ho.C.A. or whatever it is now! The holographic Counselor Assistant vanished, for now at least... -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor USS Octavia E Butler ID: C239604KS0 ================================= ####################################### https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Karen_Stendhal
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