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Sal Taybrim

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  1. This has been a really engrossing ongoing scene between these two characters and a wonderful read!

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    ((Security Center, StarBase 118))
     
     
    She had died.  Aine Sherlock had literally died.  Her heart had stopped, 
    her body had ceased to function.  Somehow, the medical officers managed 
    to restart it all and pull her back from the brink, but there were 
    consequences to that.  While Aine stated she’d been in so much pain she 
    could hardly handle it, Alora knew there was likely more than that.  
    Being so close to death was no small matter, and the emotional impact 
    was likely deeper and further reaching than initially seen.
     
     
    What was it like?  Alora didn't know what to know.  In truth, she feared 
    death.  She had no desire to meet it any time soon, though she had 
    certainly faced it on more than one occasion.  Her fear was superseded 
    by other, more urgent needs at the time.  But now she stood next to 
    someone who had not only met it, but managed to overcome it, even if 
    with the help of others.  Part of her wanted to ask more, to see if she 
    could find out something concrete about the experience, and another part 
    of her knew better than to ask. If Aine wanted to talk about it, best to 
    let her do so at her own pace and give only as much information as she 
    desired, which was what Alora did, and she had a feeling the security 
    and tactical officer had revealed more to her than she might have 
    originally intended.
     
     
    DeVeau: It must have been very difficult.
     
     
    That was the closest Alora would allow herself to ask for more depth in 
    regards to that subject.  If Aine wanted to delve deeper, she’d let her.
     
     
    Sherlock: It was ::long pause:: is.
     
     
    There, Alora had her answer.  It was hard.  It still was hard.  It would 
    likely always be hard.  A brief silence settled between them, but it 
    didn’t take long for Alora to realise she would get no further 
    information about *that*.  It was best to move on and hear more of the 
    other.
     
     
    DeVeau: And yet there’s still more to this story.
     
     
    Somehow, that statement broke through the stiffness of the verbal 
    transaction and a grin spread over Aine’s face, coupled with something 
    of a laugh, there to Alora’s ears, it wasn’t quite full of humour.  
    Perhaps it was more of…a recognition of an obvious statement.  There had 
    to be more to that story, of course, and as Aine fixed her eyes upon 
    Alora, she leaned her head back against the chair.
     
     
    Sherlock: Are you kidding? We're still at the start.
     
     
    DeVeau: Of course we are.
     
     
    Because such a tale didn’t end that way, it began that way.  Alora 
    should have known that.  Her eyes darted toward the chief, then back to 
    the duo who faced the Suliban. Raban was toying them, playing a game.  
    I’ll tell you something if you tell me something.  Alora didn’t 
    interfere, but let it play out, even when he wanted to know who was 
    watching.  Sill-con’s answer was perfect, and she listened as Aine 
    continued her story.
     
     
    Sherlock: That human terrorist I mentioned, the one that brought the 
    device aboard the Resolution ::beat:: his real name was Liam Wyke. 
    Lieutenant Commander Liam Wyke, son of Admiral Regillensis. Starfleet 
    Intelligence.
     
     
    Liam Wyke.  She felt like the name should be familiar, but somehow she 
    couldn’t call a face or why it would be.  Perhaps she’d seen it fly by 
    in the news?  No…maybe the reports?  Or perhaps it was a matter that she 
    simply *wanted* it to be familiar because she wanted to find something 
    she could connect to and about in regards to Aine’s story.  Ah, but 
    Regillensis, that was a name she knew, at least peripherally.
     
     
    DeVeau: Right.
     
     
    Alora nodded, not wishing to interrupt, but she also wanted Aine to know 
    she was listening, and doing so closely.
     
     
    DeVeau: And what happened after that?
     
     
    Sherlock: A ::long, long pause:: friend of mine killed him, trying to 
    stop the ship from being destroyed. They found out as Wyke was dying, 
    who he really was. I fought to get HQ to declassify it all because I'm 
    worried Rinascita is now just another secret of the wrong person.
     
     
    Alora’s gaze slid away from the two and fell upon Aine once again.  
    Frowning, she then checked the computer to make sure it was recording 
    the entire interaction with Raban, which it was, then leaned heavily 
    back into her chair.
     
     
    DeVeau: I think I can understand your concern.  But I’m sure your…battle 
    didn’t win you any favours.
     
     
    Aine nodded, obviously not pleased at the decision to keep it all 
    classified.  Alora knew that she had another subject to look into, a 
    task to help distract her from other things that tried to occupy her 
    thoughts.  What would she find if she tried to look deeper?
     
     
    Sherlock: Wait until you hear about his father.
     
     
    The father.  The Admiral.  Alora didn’t respond right away. Unlike Wike, 
    the name Regillensis *was* familiar.  But rather than interject any 
    knowledge, Alora merely nodded.
     
    DeVeau: The admiral.
     
     
    Sherlock: ?
     
     
    DeVeau: And his son embroiled in something like that.
     
     
    It had to be difficult, to have the knowledge of who the son had been 
    and who his father was.  This wasn't merely an officer's boy, this was 
    the son of an admiral.  And of Starfleet Intelligence, no less.  How 
    could the man *not* know?
     
     
    Sherlock: ?
     
     
    DeVeau: I’m willing to listen if you’re willing to tell.
     
     
    Sherlock: ?
     
     
     
    -- 
    Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau
    First Officer
    Starbase 118 Ops
    M239008AD0

     

     

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  2. Poor Willow in this scene…

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      Willow: ::Speaking to the enemy:: You are going to talk to me. ::Haukea’s voice is stern, an emphasis on me::
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    • Paxton: ::hoarsely:: No.  
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    • Sh’shelor: She’s too stupid to know anything. Best to simply beat her to a pulp!

     

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  3. I see you two...

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    Summerbrook: Entirely unrelated - have you ever been to that Commodore Coffee place? Is it true that they sell T-Shirts with Taybrim's face on them? Think he would sign one for me?

    Willow: They have such a thing! No, never been. ::pause:: You’d have to track him down first before he could even sign. 

     

    Both women, hybrid and Risian, burst out in giggles, nodding. They were on a mission. A devious mission. 


    Summerbrook: Let's give it a go, shall we?

    >.>

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  4. Daaaang, you two, this was gripping...

    Excellent writing @Vitor S. Silveira and @N. Aristren aka Trovek

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    ((Arys' and Lukin's Home, Coranum District, Starbase 118))

    Tito stopped at the door of Arys and Lukin’s place. He raised his hand to hit the chime, his somber expression mirroring his feelings.
    He had avoided this for far too long. It was time to finally deal with it. Tito had reached out to set up a meeting with Arys, which ended up being in her place.

    He took a deep breath, in the few seconds before she opened the door.
    Forcing a smile he nodded at her when she opened the door.

    Tito: Hello Arys.

    Trovek: Tito. ::she offered a somewhat tired smile, but quickly noted his expression:: Did I miss an appointment or something? Please, come inside. 

    She stepped to the side before she turned and led the way. He followed her inside. Tito hoped that Lukin and Geleth weren’t around, it would be better to have this conversation privately and without extra distractions.

    Tito: How are you doing? And where are Geleth and Lukin?

    Trovek: I am well enough. ::she shrugged:: And Geleth and Lukin are visiting the park ::pause:: A park. ::another pause:: I think. 


    Yep, she certainly wasn’t going to make parent of the year. 

    Trovek: Take a seat. How are you, do you want something to drink? 


    He nodded and took the seat Arys offered him.

    Tito: I am not bad myself. Could be better though.

    Arys, who had been about to leave for the kitchen, halted. 


     Trovek: Why? What’s wrong? 

    She returned to his side and took a seat on the sofa, watching him carefully. 
    Tito dropped his smile and looked down to his hands, avoiding her eyes.

    Tito: There’s a problem

    Trovek: It can’t possibly be that bad. And even if it is, we can take care of it. Jeven can kill them and I can use the organic matter recycler to hide the body. ::she attempted to cheer him up::

    Tito looked at her with one of his “that isn’t funny” stares, the ones she usually ignored. He shook his head.

    Tito: It isn’t a laughing matter.

    Trovek: Okay. Tell me. 

    He took a deep breath. She had to know, right? Although he only found out later, Arys had to know. Because if she didn’t this just got a lot worse.

    Tito: It’s about what happened on Bajor.

    Bajor. Arys nodded slowly, but inwardly had to resist the urge to get up and walk away. She had tried to deal with the events of their last visit to Bajor, but had quickly found the whole matter overwhelming. 

    Not only had Geleth and Ferri been kidnapped. Not only had Aaron been killed and her mother decided that she wanted to be part of Arys’ life. 

    In addition, Arys had spent hours talking to a person who, according to Sileah, had died years ago. 

    And that was a little worrying. 

    Trovek: Okay?...


    Tito: When we rescued Geleth and Ferri. ::He frown.:: Do you know what really happened?

    Trovek: I know what the reports said. But Lukin didn’t talk about it further, and I didn’t ask. I figured I didn’t really need to know. 

    Tito frowned, surprised by her words

    Tito: You don’t know the details?

    Arys shook her head. 

    Trovek: I didn’t have to. Everyone on the Narendra seemed to be aware of some version of the events. ::she looked at him:: So what *did* happen? 

    Tito: Lukin, Zumagi and myself ended up confronting the captors when we rescued them. 


    Trovek: Right… go on. 

    Tito: I…

    Tito couldn’t keep his eyes on her and closed them. He took a long breath and opened his eyes, looking them in hers. 

    Tito: I ended up in a fight with one of them.

    Trovek: What happened?

    Tito: I killed him.

    Coldly, unemotionally he stated his action not with pride or guilt. Just stating the fact he had taken a life. It wasn’t the first, most likely not even the last.

    Arys nodded slowly. So this was a counseling session? Why now, after several months?

    Trovek: ::softly:: I am sorry that happened, Tito. 

    Tito: Thank you.

    Trovek: I know several of those cultists were killed. And while the loss of life is always… sad… you defended yourself. You did what you had to do. 

    He raised an eyebrow. Definitely she did not know.

    Tito: You have no idea do you?

    Trovek: … clearly I don’t. 

    But from the way he spoke, she started to get what he was going at, the the realization sent a chill down her spine.

    Tito: I didn’t knew at the time. It was him or me. I only learned who it was after the reports.

    Trovek: Say it. ::she said, taking a deep breath. She needed to hear it.::

    Tito: I killed Aaron.

    Arys nodded slowly. Then got up. 

    The relationship between her and Aaron had always been beyond difficult, but on Bajor, she had the hope that it could recover. Then he had kidnapped Geleth, and before Arys could ask him why, he had died. 

    Lukin had never mentioned to her that Tito had been the one who killed him. 


    Trovek: Get out. 


    Tito stood up. His stone carved expression, the coldness of his eyes only betrayed by his deeper emotions, buried as he always did.

    Tito: I am sorry.

    Her voice was dangerously calm and low as she repeated herself. 

    Trovek: Get out. I do not hate you, and I will get over this, but right now, I want you to leave before I grab a kitchen knife and ruin our new carpet. 


    Tito nodded and began walking to the door.

    Tito: I understand.

    Arys briefly considered to stab him in the back, but again, the carpet. 

    A moment later, the door closed behind Tito, leaving Arys on her own, and for a few minutes, she simply stared at the wall, unable to comprehend what she had just learned. And then, she did four things. 

    She got in touch with Commander T’Yai of the USS Braveheart, letting him know that she had decided to take the offer of accompanying the ship to Denali Station. 

    Then she packed her things, and before she left, she replicated pen and paper to leave Lukin a message. It read: “I found out about Aaron. Screw you.” 

    And then she sent the USS Bravehearts scheduled departure and return to his personal console because she wasn’t a complete monster. 

    Tito walked at a steady pace, with the closed door behind him he began to consider if he was in the right line of duty. Perhaps moving away from Intel was the right thing to do for him. 


    END

    Lt. Vitor R.S.Tito
    Intelligence Officer
    Starbase 118
    O238907VS0

    and


    PNPC Lt. Trovek Arys 
    Chief Medical Officer 
    Starbase 118 Ops
    J239809TA4

     

     

     

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  5. I really enjoyed this sim.  I love the breakdown of the aftermath of the incident, and for me this was particularly meaningful, because for the first two years of the relaunch of ops, we had a lot of storylines focused on people attacking the StarBase. Then we had a group of stories, that really heavily focused on protecting the StarBase, and we’ve had stability on ops in character for about five years solid and this has been the first real threat internally on the StarBase.   So I really enjoy reading this dissection of what just happened because it really fits in with the narrative.

    Excellent work @Anthony Meeks!

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    Well, it seems he has found himself in a conversation with another ensign out of the blue. And although he knew that a TRUE security officer would remain silent and focus on duty… the fact that the act of speaking was what kept him from his conscious faltering. And… and a good officer does not reject his fellow officer.

    I'm sorry @Obsius Sill-con, you can't escape it, you ARE a true security officer even if you talk to people! 😂

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