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Sal Taybrim

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  1. @Jalana - CONGRATULATIONS! You have done such awesome steadfast work for so long and I am thrilled to see you recognized! I love writing with you and love working with you! @Oddas Aria - You are a fantastic CAL, and your open discussions with the CC and EC on discord are a standard that we will look to in the future. You support better communication between staff members and have done a fantastic job as a CO and as an administrator. Congratulations! @Kali Nicholotti - Congratulations!! As my very first CO, thank you for putting up with me! I am so happy to see you get your groove back and watch your ship shine! Well deserved! @Jo Marshall - You are a fantastic admin and a superb support person for every aspect of StarBase 118. I know that you are humble and don't often seek praise, but this makes your work all the more valuable to the game. I am proud to see you recognized and thankful for everything you do. Congratulations! Congratulations everyone! Thank you all for helping make SB118 be such a great place to sim for so many years!
  2. Excellent work everyone! Fantastic job! WOW @Jalana - 10 years of being awesome?! Here's hoping to ten more of amazing stories. @Atan T'Seva - 15 years is remarkable!! I am so glad I have had the chance to sim with you over so many of those years! @Quinn Reynolds CONGRATS on 15 amazing years! You are a superstar throughout! I am so proud of @Arys - you have done such great work on Ops as a staff member and across the fleet! Thank you for all your great ideas and wonderful sims! @Vitor S. Silveira - I adore simming with you and I am so glad I get to sim with you again in a new face! You make the fleet a happier place when you are active! @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock - you do amazing work and I am so happy to have you as part of my crew! I love simming with you and love how much you do for the fleet! @Jaelyne Isa - Thank you so much for being such a wonderful steward of the Fleetwide chats! You have done an amazing job and I am so proud of all you have done with the chat team! and last, but certainly not least, @Rahman and Rivi Vataix - thank you so much for everything you have done for StarBase 118. You are a true and wonderful friend, an amazing admin and a great person to play a game with. Someday I would love to write many sims with you, but I appreciate every conversation we have and love working with you! Congratulations!! Fantastic work everyone!!
  3. When our ship is full of good players, we -all- build one another up. @Arys can attest that we support you @Vitor S. Silveira and your growth as a writer as much as we love Arys’ plot lines in return! Remember - you can celebrate and love different people and have them all be equally valid. Just like you can enjoy a variety of foods or books or movies and like them all! a ship never runs on one perfect player, but with the collaboration of many good players. so let’s all celebrate awesome sims like this, our awards and ongoing accomplishments and enjoy the stories together!
  4. Fantastic work everyone! I just love seeing everyone recognized across the fleet!!
  5. I do so love a good bit of character drama and set up, and a juicy promise of story to come. Nice opening @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock! ((OOC: This is a setup for a series that will take place next shore leave, but since the impetus starts with Aine's message to him, I figured it was an appropriate time to post it.)) ((Diplomatic Offices, USS Glenn)) Mel had always been career focused. To the point that when he graduated from the Academy, he'd split up with his Academy sweetheart. His family was always goal oriented and didn't let things like feelings and emotions stand in their way. It was a bad habit he himself had picked up. And at times, even regretted. It wasn't until a year ago when he'd decided to surprise her, maybe hoping she'd gotten over it, on Deep Space 224. It was ultimately a mistake. What started as a small confrontation transitioned to a peaceful drink which turned into an emotion charged lashing he'd received from her, and rightfully so. He'd respected her privacy so he didn't even know what had transpired. As for himself, he was devastated. More for her than for himself though. But he never got the chance to tell her. He'd let his emotions get the best of him and when he went to confront her again, this time to apologize, the simple mistake of grabbing her by the arm ended up with a Vulcan grabbing him by the neck. Next thing he knew, he was in sickbay. Between then and now, he determined it was best to leave her be. It was what she wanted otherwise he'd have heard from her. He figured she'd moved on. He heard the occasional news from the Resolution, including its destruction. He knew for sure she'd be angry to hear from him then. Her move and rise in rank and position on the Excalibur, he was proud of her, but didn't dare tell her. And of course it made it to him that she'd transferred to Ops. Which made it all the more shocking when his console told him a holo message had come through for him from Aine. He queued up the message and there she was. Her hair was pulled up and secured tightly to her head. Gold collar tight to her neck. And that jacket, just a little loose as she always wore it. He got nervous, as if she were really there. Half afraid she'd reach right through the screen and punch him. But then the recording started and her voice. Something about it seemed nervous itself, almost shakey. And now he was worried. Sherlock: =/\= Hi. I'm not exactly sure why I'm doing this... =/\= As he listened to her entire message, he was both relieved to hear from her, but rattled by how scared she seemed. In all the time they got to know each other years ago, Aine had never been one to say she was afraid. Sure he knew there were times she was, but that was just because he knew her well. But show it outwardly? That wasn't her. Sherlock: =/\= Anyways, I just wanted to send you this message. You know, just in case. =/\= He sat, arms crossed, for a minute pondering what all this meant. She didn't need his help, after all, she was posted to a starbase, what was a diplomatic officer on the Glenn going to help with. He knew he'd have to wait however long whatever she was doing and hope she came out the otherside alright. But now, he was just anxious. Martinson: Computer, list current fleet deployments out of StarBase 118. Computer: Unable to list current deployments. Martinson: Why? Computer: That information is currently classified. ((Timeskip, a few minutes later, Bridge, USS Glenn)) The turbolift ride to the bridge seemed long despite there not being anyone else in it. Mel went over and over all these possibilities of what Aine's message could mean. And with no way to get in contact with her, the only way to find out would be to get to where she was posted and wait for her to return there. Not an ideal tactic considering the outcome of his last surprise visit. Now the question was: how? When the lift doors open, his face immediately went from worried to his normal, confident, grin. He walked past a couple crewman saying hi and giving them a customary pat on the shoulder. The crew of the Glenn was tight and he didn't want to give any indication he was distracted, and being a trade negotiator, he had plenty of practice the last five years. He approached the Captain's Ready Room and signaled his request to enter. Monroe (Captain): Enter. Mel stepped in confidently. He approached one of the chairs opposite the Captain and swung a leg over the back of it and took a seat before being signalled to. Martinson: Captain ::beat:: I've come to discuss an urgent matter with you. Monroe: Oh? Martinson: ::leaning in close and clasping his hands together on the desk:: The Glenn's next shore leave. Captain Monroe seemed only half amused. She set her PADD down and leaned back in her chair, giving the hem of her uniform a tug before crossing her arms. Monroe: Go on. Martinson: Trinity Sector. Monroe: Trinity? Martinson: Yeah, think about it. StarBase 118. New Scotland just a shuttle ride away. Romulan refugees. Vulcans seeking reunification. Klingons ::beat:: being Klingons. The place is a melting pot! And I've never been and I'm sure the majority of the crew hasn't either. Captain Monroe's eyes narrowed slightly. She knew there was something more. But she also knew she'd have to play the game. Monroe: You know, Mel, you've served under me for five years now. Martinson: ::giving a tilted nod:: I have. Monroe: And not once, in all that time, have you ever suggested where we go for shore leave. Why now? Still leaning on the desk, his hand seperated in a shrug. Martinson: Maybe I just found somewhere I'd like to see? Monroe: Uh hmm ::beat:: And it wouldn't have anything to do with the Trinity fleet being deployed would it? Martinson: I don't know anything about that. It was mostly true, he didn't as he was cleared for that kind of information. The Captain eyed him closely. Monroe: We're not due for leave for a couple more weeks. And I don't know what you were expecting to do, but we're not going anywhere near that fleet. Martinson: I don't want to go near the fleet. I want to go to 118. Monroe: Why? The Captain was putting her foot down, subtly, but he knew it. Martinson: I got a message from ::beat:: an old friend. Lieutenant Sherlock. She's had a rough year. And she sounded a little worried about whatever they were going to do. And I just thought it would be nice to be there when she got back ::long pause:: and for the crew to see a new place. Monroe: I'll consider your request, Mel. ::picking up her PADD to return to her work:: Martinson: I've heard Little Risa is nice this time of year... Monroe: Out! Martinson: ::flashing her a smile:: Yes, ma'am. ((OOC: The USS Glenn, if you haven't figured it out, will be visiting 118 next shore leave and there will be a tour of the Galaxy Class diplomatic cruiser if anyone is interested.)) End Scene Lieutenant Melvin H. Martinson Diplomatic Officer USS Glenn R239712AS0
  6. Really wonderful opening narration on this sim! Great job, Lieutenant! ((Briefing room – StarBase 118)) She had heard of “Tension being so thick you could cut it with a knife” but the room at the moment - the tension was so thick, a jackhammer would have been needed. She heard her name called and looked to Sal, and nodded as he instructed she would be working with him, Yael and Bailey. Blackwell: Yes, Sir Taybrim: You have two hours before the Narendra launches. Once on board we’ll have some time to coordinate with the Trinity-Serellian defense fleet before focusing on these tasks. Any questions? Luthas: I’m good sir. Bailey: No Sir. As the room started to clear, she stepped out, moving to the next stage in the planning. ((time Skip - Co’s office)) Rue was in the CO’s office as soon as possible, ready to get into the meat of their investigation. Rue rarely described hating things. Hate to her…was an ugly, savage emotion, one that tore at the one who felt it even as it tore at the people it was directed at. Rue hated Terra Prime. She felt that leadened, ugly feeling resting on her. She hated these people. She hated them for their hate, for their beliefs, for their paradigms. She hated that their irrational behavior was putting countless lives in danger, and had already done so. She had spent time reading up on Terra Prime, and other similar groups to theirs, to work to understand their psychology, the way that these groups formed. It was a great deal of feeling victimized themselves, often due to difficult, problematic living conditions. While Rue could in some sense…empathize with that, given the modern era, the resources, the fact - they could have- simply had things better and just accepted differences….but chose - this- form of horrorific response…it raised something ugly in Rue. It felt like there was a razor against her skin, making shallow, sharp cuts. She hated Terra Prime. She was attempting to deal with that emotion, to smother it, focus on what /could/ be done, when Bailey walked in. Bailey: Good day to everyone. ::She nodded to each in turn:: Certainly a pity we have to meet under such circumstances. Blackwell:::She managed a light smile:: Agreed - Taybrim: Response Bailey: I’ll cut right to it, in case the information is perceived not necessary. I once compared my uncle to Terra Prime. As such, I brought the Elaysian police report that was previously filled for him. I figured the information on his behavior could give us some insight into Terra Prime. Blackwell: All right. ::She quirked a brow, ready to listen:: Taybrim: Response Bailey: Certainly Sir. A file folder was handed to Taybrim. Bailey: I had the documents transferred to paper, hence why it’s not digital. ::her cheeks blushed red with slight embarrassment:: Blackwell:::She looked curious and glanced at Bailey:: So who is this uncle? Taybrim/Bailey Blackwell:::She smiled faintly:: Everyone has something in their family they are not proud of. Just few are willing to share. I appreciate you bringing this to us. Taybrim/Bailey Blackwell: I read a lot on the psychology of similar hate groups, and to try and find a bit more into…the thinking that develops there, but I’m curious to hear what you have ::She nodded to Bailey:: -- Lt. Prudence Blackwell Comms/Ops Starbase 118 G239308PB0
  7. Sal Taybrim is wondering if he forgot something. Or how the years all blurred together so fast...
  8. Act within the next ten minutes and we’ll throw in Moby, Sal’s hairless tribble! no, seriously, someone just take him… 😂
  9. I'm going with Majel Barett-Roddenberry, but I could also vote for LD. LD does references *right* - they're funny, they fit with the story, and often they're things that you only pick up on the second or third watch. I prefer that over the direct 'here's nostalgia on a plate!' references
  10. I keep waiting for someone to pop up saying "A likely story...." in a mustache twisting villain voice... and that someone would probably be Q
  11. Bugs? Bugs! FAAAAANCY BUGS! I am loving this scene @Yael and @Alora DeVeau! ((First Officer DeVeau’s Office - Starbase 118 Ops)) Sometimes there were some big downsides to being a first officer. Disciplining another officer was one of them . While she had finally over the course of the year and three months gotten settled into the roll, that didn’t mean that particular aspect was easy. Tito wasn’t a *bad* officer, but he had some unpleasant qualities that affected his job. And when those affected his job, they needed to be changed. Would they? Only time would tell, and it was all up to him. She could order him to do certain things, attend counselling, dole out punishments, but ultimately, he decided where he went from there. She sincerely hoped he had an epiphany and breakthrough that would enable him to be an even better officer. The unpleasantness had barely ended when the doors parted again, but that time, someone completely different entered. This someone was the cyborg that she had met only recently. While Tito’s situation hadn’t been the greatest, she wouldn’t take it out on the new arrival, and she managed a sincere smile as he stepped in, but didn’t get to say a word before he himself proclaimed - Y’zyr: I come bearing gifts! That was not what she expected! DeVeau: Gifts? Pardon me, I know we were on the Rahuba together, but we haven’t been formally introduced! He crossed over the room and gazed down at her, and then Alora popped up to her feet, her smile had faded, not out of concern, but because curiosity had replaced it. Brow furrowed, she turned her green eyed gaze toward the object in his hand. Y’zyr: Sorry. Ma’am. Ensign Ozai Y’zyr. With… bugs. I have bugs. *Fancy* bugs. For you. Was he new to the station? Or just new to her? While a lot came across her desk, Alora didn’t know *everyone*. She might have even focused on the fact that he was new to her, but she was distracted. Bugs? Did he really say bugs? Alora’s eyes lit up. Did he really bring her bugs? She laughed, partially because, in truth, it was rather funny that someone brought her insects. The rest of it was delight at the prospect. Bugs! DeVeau: You said you have…bugs? Y’zyr: If this isn’t a good time, I can come back? She wrenched her eyes away from the package and he lifted it higher as if to keep her attention on it. Leaning forward, she peered into the unit but…there were plants. Plants were great too! But he had said bugs… DeVeau: There are…bugs? Oh she didn’t mind bugs. Not at all! Alora loved bugs, but the problem was, there weren’t any. Y’zyr: I promise I’m not mad. They’re in here. You need a scanner or a phase stabilising view-screen to see them. Now her eyes lit up even further at that little tidbit. Bugs that phased? Or something similar? What sort of beast were they? DeVeau: Wait, so the bugs can’t be seen…and I need a phase stabiliser? Okay, he had just said that, but it was intriguing. Alora hurried around her desk and clasped the containment unit in her hand. She stared. And stared. And stared. But there were no bugs. Just plants. Was it a joke? No..he had just told her what it would take to see them. Y’zyr: ? DeVeau: Where did you find these? Y’zyr: ? Alora might have recognised the plants if she’d had the opportunity to explore the Si’laan further. Well, she *would*, but not before that very moment. After her return to the Rahuba’, she’d not set foot on the Risuan vessel, though she hoped they would allow her to visit it again now they were docked at the Starbase. And bugs! New bugs! New to her bugs! The smile returned and shifted into a full out grin. Then she made a beeline for the door, though she called back to the man - DeVeau: Come on! Y’zyr: ? Alora didn’t answer right away. Her pace was quick as she set a course for the nearest turbolift, container firmly and safely in her hands. Stepping inside, she beckoned the cyborg to join her, then commanded the computer to take them to one of the decks in the science department, then turned that grin to Y’zyr. DeVeau: We’re going to go take a look at some bugs! Y’zyr: ? -- Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau First Officer Starbase 118 Ops alora@blar.net M239008AD0
  12. I absolutely need to hear these stories... Thank for you the curiosity @Prudence "Rue" Blackwell
  13. Lovely character work in this one, bringing a fascinating point of view to events! bravo! (( MedBay, Ra'khoi )) Who knew blood loss was such an easy way to force someone into sleeping? Okay, so it wasn’t really sleep as it was loss of consciousness but regardless, Lystra wasn’t cognizant much. Talia had patched up her hand well, staunched the bleeding and she had done her damnedest to keep awake. Eyes fixed on the biobed with Jalana. To the frantic fight with Cade leading the charge and using all of his grumpy, get off my lawn but listen to what I have to say, old man energy to stubbornly keep Jalana alive while trying to put the symbiont back inside her. She blacked out again and only awoke when the ship abruptly lurched. She had nearly rolled off her own biobed. While she had no idea how she had gotten here, she had been on the floor by a bulkhead. That felt like an impact. Were they fighting? She needed to be on the bridge at Tactical! The Boslic attempted a meager roll off the bed to get moving but the room started spinning and gravity almost assisted her before she just ended face first into the pillow. She noticed that Ed was laying on the floor then. Odd. He must be tired. When her eyes opened again she heard a familiar voice over the internal comms. T'Aven: =/\= Bridge to Sick Bay. The Constitution is here, get ready to beam the whole lot over. You're first. =/\= She blinked and shook her head. The Constitution? How long had she been out? She looked over at Jalana, she was still in rough shape and it didn’t look like Cade was done with his surgery. Just what the hell did those Syndicate bastards do to her beyond cutting her up? Right…poison. If she ever met another Syndicate member, her fists would have a lot of communication to do. Hands. Right. She looked at where her right one had been as the blue shimmer of a transporter beam enveloped her body. For a brief moment, she could swear she saw the shimmer highlight the shape of her former limb. ((Main Sickbay – USS Constitution-B)) When the shimmer faded she felt herself on the floor and staring up at the bright lights of the Constitution’s Sickbay. A nurse or orderly came over and helped her up off the floor where they’d all been beamed in and she groaned slightly while climbing into the biobed. The pain wasn’t unbearable thanks to the painkillers floating in her system, but the throbbing in her wrist was getting annoying. She watched Jalana being lifted onto a bed. She better pull through. If she didn’t Lystra know what she would do. Probably resign. Stars, even if she pulled through and the Commodore made a complete recovery she would likely be feeling the trauma from what happened to her for the rest of her life and every Trill ever who would end up with Rajel. Foster: Suck it, Sweetheart, you’re getting a shower, a meal and some sleep. You can thank me later. The comment caught her attention and she raised a brow. Sounded like Cade was talking to Talia. Though, she couldn’t tell if it was Cade’s normal humor or if he had a thing for the much younger doctor. Either way, good on him. She liked Cade. She hoped he could find someone to fall in love with the way she had for Sarah. Though, with his disposition she’d probably have to be a Klingon, or like Sherana. Sarah. Stars, she missed her. But oh was she not looking forward to explaining why she had one fewer hand to hold her with. It then dawned on her that with the loss of her right hand the Boslic wouldn’t be able to greet the wonderful redhead in her usual manner. Scooping her up and spinning around. Lystra started sobbing a little in her bed. Mark Two: response The familiar voice caused her to look up but the Boslic was instantly confused. She could have sworn she had heard Mark Two. Cade’s grandkid. But the person standing in front of her looked nothing like the childlike hologram. Lystra: I..uh. Hello. Who’re you? Mark Two: response She blinked. Wait, this was Mark? Lystra: You don’t look anything like Mark. Mark Two: response Lystra slowly ruminated on that. So, not only did they have a pair of Bynars on board now but they had helped Mark to change his appearance. It made sense. He had been ‘born’ with someone else’s face. That was something she could at least imagine a little, having had to take on personas for SFI. Put on another person’s face. But that was by choice, or necessity. Mark’s hadn’t been either. She smiled at him, it was a weak, barely filled with emotion, smile. Lystra: You look great, Mark. Mark Two: response She looked down at her hand and shook her head. Lystra: Don’t be. I’m glad it’s gone. Mark Two: response Lystra: ::She looked at the hologram:: Because someone horrible branded a mark of ownership into that hand. That same horrible person is responsible for what happened to Jalana. Because they wanted to get me..their property back. I asked Akeelah to cut off my hand. ::She sobbed a moment then looked back at Mark:: It was something I had no say or choice in. Like your original appearance. I’m glad it’s gone. Mark Two/Anyone: response ================== Lieutenant JG Lystra Tactical Officer USS Constitution-B NCC-9012-B SB118 Podcast Team Writer ID: A239410TR0 https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Lystra
  14. Awesome way to start strong and give us a great look into your character @Julan Voleer bravo!!
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