Toryn Raga

Do it!!! Man, it's been so long! We'd love to have ya back. So many mountains to climb. And a new, slightly dented thermos waiting for you.

I was going to say the same thing! Dost mine eyes deceiveth me? Derrrrrrrmmy!

Had a lot of fun writing this and wanted to show off the absolute crazy that are Chin'tokans. Also, I'm pretty sure Akira class don't actually have blue alert lights. Clearly, we don't care. Props to @Mei'konda @cadfael peters @Esa_Darkkdust @Jaelyne Isa for enabling the insane idea for such a cinematically awesome scene. Remember, the flight protocols in the handbook are just guidelines!

For context, our resident sentient EMH asked the new Bynar engineers to help change his appearance from the default one to one of his own choosing. While on the holodeck, one of them who specializes in remote controlled model starships had a scale version of the USS Atlantis he designed available to transfer Mark's consciousness into while the reprogrammed his core visual code, giving him something to do and to try and calm his anxiety while the hour and a half long procedure took place. Leading to the amazing journey of the MarkTwolantis. Props to @Sal Taybrim for such an adorable response to the opportunity available.

*cackles* Lystra needs to have a talk with Hacob anyways about naming conventions. xD

Cracked up reading this.

Wait, so is that what happens when an Engineer gets bit by a radioactive warp core?

Shedet: ::grinning:: I can agree with that and I appreciate the sentiment. How about this, we can go through your wardrobe and see what would fit and then I can give small pointers. Like when you should stab them and when you shouldn’t? The Klingonese Orion looked up at the mention of stabbing. She did not smile but that spark in her eyes could have lead to it if she’d ever done that. She didn’t. One of those things that would be difficult as an Orion. Sherana: You had me at stabbing. I cackled reading this.

Oh look, what's this? An ultra rare...nay, EPIC and ONE OF A KIND @Elizabeth Snow original artwork, card? And in mint condition too?

"Once a Chin'tokan, always a Chin'tokan."

Woooow, just called out like that, right out of the gate. Okay. I see how it is.

A wholehearted congratulations to all of you. You continually show all of us what we should strive towards. And make me feel proud to know and be apart of this stellar community along with all of you. Even if we rarely talk or interact with one another, your presence is felt in the impacts you leave on your crews and fellow writers and the interactions we do have with you. *raises a glass* Prost!

Huzzah! Congrats to you all! You may or may not hear it often enough, but everything y'all do is remarkable and makes our community so much better. Keep it up!!!

Look at all those beautifully talented, wonderful people ( other than me cause I've never been beautiful, nor talented :P) who won! Congratulations! And to those who were nominated, you're awesome too!!

Raga is looking fierce as ever. (Hide your tables and doors. If you know. You know. :P)

"I always loved the wind… ...until that mission on Telstrus 3." Telstrus 3. A little known planet, in a little known, but strategically valuable part of the quadrant. It was a perfect staging ground for Dominion forces trying to push back against the Federation and Klingons. Kincaid looked at his lovely daughter sitting in front of him, the teen always curious to learn more about her dad's life before he retired from the Corps. "Spent about eight weeks in that little backwater durin' tha War," he said with a somber smile. His teenaged daughter, the lovely Human-Orion hybrid sat enraptured as she usually did when he told her stories. "You said you were all by yerself right, Paw?" She asked inquisitively. He gave her a nod and adjusted his Stetson on his brow a bit, pushing it up with one knuckle. "Yup. It were just me, ma phaser rifle and as much explosive as I could carry within reason. Had ta do what I could ta keep tha ghosts from gettin' ta some of our allies." Kincaid explained. He recalled to her, standing on a ridgeline, looking down at a valley below all covered with thick jungle like vegetation. A perfect place for invisible hunters to hide and wage guerilla warfare on the nearby Romulans. "Lots of wind in that valley, despite tha trees. Calmin' in a way." He reminisced. Elias looked to Tylana, gesturing with his only hand. "Ya see, tha Romulans had a base nearby, and they were musterin' fer a push back against tha Dominion on the planet. I was sent ta mine their backsides as it were ta make sure the Jemmies didn't get through." It had taken days of him moving carefully along the treeline, making sure to bury the explosives well enough so they would be hard to detect, but still be deadly. Each day he was greeted at the crest of the valley with the winds whipping about him. “I’d set up some traps in the jungle, just little thangs that would sound like sparrows. An old huntin’ trick. Since there weren’t no sparrows on Telstrus 3.” His daughter smirked at her father’s cleverness and listened to him as he continued regaling her with the tale she’d asked him to tell her. “And it would come in handy too, and much sooner than I’d have thought. I’d only been at it fer about three hours that day and I heard a sparrow from in tha jungle. Then another one.” “Was it animals?” She asked curiously. Elais shook his head, “I’d made sure ma alarms were only set ta go off if’n they picked up a lot of movement. Those cloakin’ fields the Jem’Hadar used couldn’t trip ‘em, but you get enough of them movin’ through the brush, making the leaves move and it’ll work just as well.” He recalled looking up frantically each time an alarm went off, getting louder and closer. While he buried another charge. It was too soon. The Jem’Hadar were supposed to be busy elsewhere, fighting the Romulans, not here sneaking into their backyard. “I didn’t have much of a choice, once I realized they were gettin’ closer. I’d already put tha last charge in tha ground, but I heard a sparrow about a yard or two off. I knew I didn’t have time ta get clear, so I knew I’d have ta blow the charges right then and there.” "Didja do it, paw?" She asked expectantly. A little worry showed on her face. Elias gave a slow nod and fell silent for a moment. "I did, and they were getting mighty close. I’d barely grabbed the detonator out of ma pack when I saw the leaves moving right in front of me. Got ta see one of the Jemmies up close and personal when he came through tha brush right for me.” It was a terrifying thing, seeing the faint distorted shimmer of a Jem’Hadar soldier as his cloaking disengaged and he rushed you to get close and personal for the kill. Elais hadn’t been able to reach his rifle before the ghost was on top of him. “Feller had be good, couldn’t get ta my phaser and I had ta grab him ta keep the blade from hittin’ me. Aint nothin’ ta do when I saw more bushes movin’ but ta set off the detonator.” Elias pushed the Jem’Hadar on him closer to the nearest charge and hit the detonator. The entire treeline erupted in a near simultaneous eruption that shook the ground, felled trees and sent unseen enemies flying all over. The sound was deafening and the pain was unbearable. Though his opponent had taken the full brunt of the nearest charge it wasn’t enough to spare him fully. He felt his arm and leg being tugged at before the pain became too much and his body forced him to stop feeling it for a moment. As the dust settled, carried on the breeze that blew down over the ridgeline, he stared up at the sky. "As I was lyin' there, missin' my arm and leg, the breeze caught up a bit. Since then, the wind just ain't felt right no more." The retired Marine shifted his old cybernetic leg a bit, the sound of hydraulics muffled by his denim jeans. He looked at his daughter who, silently, just reached out and hugged him. “It’s okay Paw. Don’t matter how much of ya there is, I love ya all tha same.” Elias reciprocated her embrace with his one arm and smiled, letting the tears that had been welling up from his memory of that day, flow freely.

Quote: “THERE AREN'T ANY GOOD GUYS, AND THERE AREN'T ANY BAD GUYS. THERE'S JUST US. PEOPLE. DOING OUR BEST TO GET BY.” John Constantine, Hellblazer.

Congratulations again to everyone who was awarded this year. Deepest thanks to those who facilitated, coordinated and made this ceremony possible. For those who didn't win an award, this wasn't a loss. There's an entire fleet of incredibly talented people that comprise this wonderful community. See it, as I do, as a challenge to yourselves to keep writing great stories. To keep leaning on each other for inspiration, guidance, or even, when the time comes, a shoulder or ear to listen to the reasons why your motivation is sapped or waning. We are Starbase 118. @FltAdml. Wolf Created and continues to keep this community thriving, the heart and soul, but each and every one of us are apart of this great community. This is perhaps my favorite time of year, because I get to recognize those I write alongside and see the recognition and praise from all across the fleet. I look forward to seeing more new names in the awards next year!

A grand and mighty huzzah and congratulations to all of you! @Wes Greaves As a person who has not one, but two Marine PNPCs on board Atlantis I will definitely be taking a look at your thoughts on simming for them with the fleet.

Huzzah! Congratulations to all of you! @Roshanara Rahman & @Oddas Aria I'm especially excited to see ya'll receive your awards. Having served with ya'll, however briefly on Project Capstone I wanted you to know that I have the utmost respect for you both, as writers and fellow comrades in arms in this wonderful fleet of ours. It is no mystery that I absolutely love the collaborative aspect of our fleet, and have written so...so many JPs with folks from ships all over it. So, it was an absolutely joy to have been able to represent Atlantis with a few of my fellow Atlanteans, for the test launch of the Juneau. I can't wait to see what you two do this next year and the years to come. Congrats! P.S. I'm always up for JPs!!

You dis-like me you really dis-like me! Glad to make characters ya'll can hate.

Let's make it happen! It's been a joy reading your sims for Cade. There's just something great about those curmudgeonly, older characters who aren't afraid to be gruff and blunt. *coughs* @Valin Dermont *coughs* I love reading every sim you write with Mark Two. Such a wonderful innocent and youthful hologram.

Toryn looking spiffy as usual.

Congratulations to ya'll! My favorite part of the year is seeing all you wonderful, beautifully talented people being awarded!

Congratulations to both crews! And to everyone who participated. That being said, Gorkon. Don't get too comfy. I suspect you'll have the whole fleet trying to keep ya from a three-peet.