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Wonderful sim. Congrats @Gila Sadar, I’m so proud! 🥹😆

So many great shore leave scenes happening on Ops at the moment, but as a fan of the Film Noir genre, this one between @Evan Ross and @Corey Wethern has especially got me hooked! ((Holosuite - Flamingo Club)) Thick, heavy drops of water dripping from every roof and canopy - the weather was incredibly atmospheric. Perfectly fitting for a noir crime story. But the thing with rain was also this: it crept under your collar and made you shiver, no matter if holo or real. Ross shrugged and buried his chin deeply into his collar while listening to Corey's plan. Maybe it wasn't too bad after all to live on a station with artificial weather. He regretted not taking a hat. Wethern: Hmm maybe I can cause a distraction let you do a little bit of digging with the high class clientele. Ross: Remember tonight's the night. All the big names from town are in for the annual Poker. If her husband is really such a gambler, he wouldn't miss this for sure. Wethern: You think he has just skipped the broad to win his hand at cards? Ross: All I'm saying is - if he doesn't show, something's wrong. But maybe his wife's just overly worried and we'll meet him at the big table. Wethern: I don't know, she seemed pretty sure. Anyway slick lets go inside, this rain is making me more slippery than a Ferengi. Ross chuckled and shook his head at that remark - and then decided to stay in character. Ross: You're speaking in riddles, my friend. Corey approached the door as the bouncer nodded obviously recognising Ross. Bouncer: You here to lose more money Ross? Ross: ::grimacing:: You bet. I see you more than my wife these days. The bouncer laughed and Corey slipped some cash in his pocket as he dutifully opened the red velvet rope. The Down Under Club greeted them with the usual smokey air - the sombre voice from the lonely singer lulled them into a perfume fuelled trance and Ross immediately took a deep breath as if he was about to drown. Wethern: ::to a waitress:: Scotch neat please, and make it a double. ::Turning back to Ross:: What now slick? We are in your world. Ross: ::gazing through the room:: You should keep your head down. Once they take you for a cop they will think you're patrolling or something. Maybe stay at the bar, keep an eye on the ladies. He winked, but was only half-joking - at the other side of the counter, two younger women were sitting and sticking their heads together. No matter how bored they looked - he was sure they knew exactly what was going on in the room. Wethern: ? Ross: Please try to stay low, pal. Wethern: ? Ross tipped his head, straightened his wet hair and turned towards one of the smaller Poker tables, by now buzzing with excitement. ((Short Timeskip)) A little while later he was deep into a round of Poker, his hand not looking particularly good - but he wasn't here for the game anyways, or at least he tried to tell himself that. Next to him sat a sturdy man with a moustache that didn't seem much happier. Ross: No luck? Grisham: Eh. Bleeding. Bet those cards are rigged anyways. Ross: You think so? Grisham: Club isn't the same anymore. Can't trust these crooks nowadays. Ross sank back into his chair, waving lightly in order to call the bet. He was almost out of his self-set limits. Always the same. Ross: A lot of trouble lately, I hear. Haven't seen Horace in a while. Grisham: Ha! ::chuffing:: Horace, you say? Ross: Heard anything? Grisham: You haven't? Big trouble. With them guys from the backdoors. Wait - ::narrowing his eyes:: You're not with the cops, are ya, son? Ross: Come on. He chuckled, but it was time to end this conversation. He was on thin ice already - and his chips were nearly gone. The ante was way too high - in various ways. He slid a few chips over the table towards his new friend, pocketing what was left, and turned to return to Corey at the bar. Ross: So? What do you make of this? Wethern: ? Ensign Evan Ross Intelligence Officer StarBase 118 Ops O240009ER2

And that’s why we love this game!

I was just about to post this. Love this description of @Oddas Aria by @Kettick. 😂

Yes! Love this reference to easily the best episode of DS9 from @Haukea-Willow 😉😄

I love that @Haukea-Willow has gotten a kid out of this mission! 😄

Well done, all! Looking forward to seeing you around the fleet.

This sim title from @Haukea-Willow made me chuckle. 😂

A lovely sim from Denali's resident Denobulan - @Drex0379 ((Bajor Capital, Some Hotel, Drex’s room)) Drex sat on the bench in the small balcony of the room he had rented in the capital. It had been a chaotic few days and this was the first time he had been able to relax alone. It was a sunny late afternoon. Some birds were flying high in the sky, heading for their nest in the nearby woods. The square was crowded, people chatting around a bar table and a few children running around, chasing each other in a happy game. The shadows grew longer, evening was now falling. The place became deserted, and where cheerful shouts had been heard a few minutes earlier, there was now only silence. Only a couple sat on the border of the central fountain. They held each other's hands, their heads touching as they spoke softly to each other. Now and then a smile lit up one or the other or both their faces. The light of the dying sun dyed the air an orange-pink. The colors suddenly became more vivid in the Denobulan's eyes. Drex wondered the content of the talking of the two, but he was too distant to hear or to interpret the movement of their lips. How old could they be? How old was he the last time he held a hand that same way? It was a long time ago. Her name was Trella. She was the half-sister of the cousin of the nephew of his math teacher. Drex smiled at the memories. He could not say that she was beautiful, but she had a strong personality, and she had the happiest laugh he had ever heard. Ayra had mocked him for weeks, only stopping when she herself had fallen in love with the man who was later to become his first husband. And in a few weeks, she was going to get married again. oO You should call her. You know she is waiting for your call Oo Drex: I definitely should. :: he answered himself :: The square was deserted and the night was taking over the day. Drex stood up and went inside. He stopped by the desk and took a look at the video terminal. oO The more you wait the worst it get Oo With a deep breath he slided the chair backward and let himself drop on it. Drex: I can’t imagine how it can worse… :: he mumbled tapping on the device and started the call :: The face of a black hair Denobulan woman appeared on the screen. A thin bracelet with colored thread inserts on her left wrist caught Drex’s attention. He smiled for a second. She was still wearing it. It was a little damaged by age and the lighter colors had gone grey, but it definitely was the present he made her for her tenth birthday. Her greeting was not warm at all, so the delight lasted only the blink of an eye. Ayra: It was about time, Drex! :: she scolded him immediately :: were you waiting to receive your nephew’s first picture? Drex: Are you pregnant?!? :: he asked a little bit too loud with incredulity :: The woman narrowed her eyes and lifted her right hand waving it in front of the screen. Drex could have sworn he heard the unspoken insult loud and clear. Ayra: No, but as far as you know, I could and you haven’t called in weeks! oO Is that another insult, isn’t? Oo That was true, and five or six good reasons came to his mind. Drex: You could call… It was an useless try he knew and she interrupted him in mid-sentence Ayra: Don’t you dare, Drex! You’re the one who left. And that was definitely true. Drex: Are we going to discuss the whole call? :: he gave her a slight smile :: You know better than to accuse me. Ayra took a deep breath and nodded Ayra: Yes, better than you, that’s for sure. :: She tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her left ear. :: Where are you now? Her voice took on a sweeter tone and so did her gaze. No matter what, they were siblings and twins and they were very fond of each other. No matter what Drex had done or what Ayra had said, they could not be apart from each other for more than a certain amount of time. Drex: Bajor. oO We are on shore leave. Oo Ayra: Oh… I understood from mom you were assigned to a starbase, did not think it was Deep Space 9. Drex: I’m not assigned here :: He denied with a movement of his head :: And Denali Station is not a Starbase. It’s a settlement on an artificial world. Well it’s more like tons of worlds put together :: he used his hands to better describe the idea :: it’s a huge ring rotating around a star. But it was abandoned long ago and we have to explore it all now. Ayra: Sounds interesting :: she smiled :: I see it from your face you like it. Drex nodded. Drex: Yes, I do :: he returned the smile :: you know I do not like ships that much. I’ve been lucky with my first assignment. And the XO and the first science officer were both trainer officers at my finals. Ayra: Which of the two is the one who failed you? :: she chuckled:: Drex: Aehm... the XO, but he did not fail me… I was not in his team actually. Ayra: Yeah yeah, as long as you believe it… :: she grinned:: So, when are you coming home? Drex: I don’t know. And before you ask, I probably won't make it to your next wedding. Ayra: DREX!!!! NT / TBC ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14 --

This is such an excellent point from @ZVahme and one I hadn't really given any thought to, until now. 🤔

This whole scene has been tickling me, but this line from @Vitor S. Silveira particularly cracked me up. 🤣

Flattery will get you everywhere @Samira Neathler 😉😂

This exchange between @Alex Forsyth and @Kettick - 🤣

Just a lovely sim from Denali's Ensign Z'Vahme. 🙂❤️ (( Z’Vahme’s temporary quarters, Deep Space Nine )) The most luxurious things are usually the most simple. Z’Vahme felt this to be especially true this evening. He was lounging on pillows cushioning him from the floor, with his back propped up against the couch. The coffee table beside him had been made into a buffet, with appetizers and desserts from a dozen different cultures. Laying across the couch was one Tommy Uemura. He was clad in loungewear and smelled faintly of cinnamon and tobacco. One hand was draped across Z’Vahme’s chest, the other held a PADD that he read Wharton aloud from. Uemura: “I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.” Try as he might, the feelings that the words conjured in Z’Vahme’s mind would no longer be repressed. A flood of emotions carried him away, tears spilling down his face unbidden and unwanted, but there nonetheless. It was like that sometimes. The weight of holding his emotions back, allowing only a little to trickle out here and there. But occasionally a purge had to happen. Those feelings had to be allowed a moment of freedom. And as they washed over the Vulcan’s heart and mind, just for a moment it felt as if they might drown him entirely. Tommy was at his side in an instant, pulling Z’Vahme to his chest. The Vulcan focused on the slow cadence of Tommy’s pulse, using the sound to drown out all the anxiety and fear that he had faced in the last few weeks. The worry of being parted, even for a cause as worthy as Starfleet, had taken more of a toll on Z’Vahme than he had let on. After a few moments, he found the strength to raise his head and speak. Z’Vahme: I’m so sorry… Tommy cupped his chin and directed it until they locked eyes. His expression was somehow both stern and filled with love. Uemura: Don’t you apologize to me. Not for this. The whole universe sees your mask. The brilliant, shy, beautiful Vulcan who just wants to help make life better for everyone. But I’m the only one who gets to see behind the mask. And what’s lurking underneath isn’t the horrible monster you imagine. He’s even more beautiful, because he’s real. In that moment more than any other, Z’Vahme knew that he had found his mate. Tommy understood his character perfectly, despite Z’Vahme knowing he couldn’t fully articulate his feelings. He loved him not in spite of his flaws, but because they made him who he was. He kissed Tommy before getting to his feet and walking to the washroom to dab cold water on his face. His hands were still a bit shaky, but he felt better. Strong enough to do what he knew was best. He reached into his toiletry bag and grabbed a rectangular box. Returning to the couch, he sat facing the human with a strange expression on his face. Z’Vahme: Do you have any plans for tomorrow, my love? Tommy eyed him curiously, trying to gauge his mood. Just for that moment, Z’Vahme made sure he was unreadable. Uemura: Nothing too pressing…. Why? The Vulcan pulled the box out of his robe pocket, opening it slowly and methodically as he spoke. Z’Vahme: If you’re not terribly busy, I was wondering if you’d have time to marry me? Relieved of its lid, the box revealed a thin bracelet made from Pentharian silver and Vissian turquoise. The two materials were woven together into a flat bangle, and inscribed on top was the word “Beloved” in the scrolling, elegant font of Golic Vulcan. Z’Vahme: Were I less in love with you, I could speak about it more readily. But…you remain everything to me. I made this months ago and have been struggling in vain to come up with the perfect scenario to give it to you. The Vulcan finally looked up, his eyes locking with Tommy’s. It was the human’s turn to break, but he did so with much more grace and acceptance than Z’Vahme. Tommy wiped at his cheek with his palm and then nodded in a comically over-animated way. Uemura: Uh…yeah, I guess I could clear up my schedule… Both men broke out into embarrassed laughter. They shared a kiss before speaking again. Uemura: I feel like I’ve been bamboozled. I thought I was getting the big, tough Vulcan who could protect me from everything. You’re just as big of a sap as I am! How are the pair of us supposed to exchange vows? The Vulcan in question broke out into more laughter. Z’Vahme: Bamboozled, eh? Perhaps you should call the High Command and tell them your Vulcan is defective. Maybe you can get a refund. Tommy wiggled his brows, a roguish look on his face Uemura: Or a replacement model. You know I’m partial to emotionally unavailable men with… The rest of his clever quip was silenced by another kiss. There would be a lifetime of opportunities for Tommy to tease his Vulcan. And that lifetime would start tomorrow. ——— Ensign Z’Vahme Science Officer Denali Station D240011Z12

@Karen Stendhal has such an incredible knack for describing...well, pretty much everything, but especially hot drinks! The touch of the actual recipe at the end of the sim on this one was just *chef's kiss*. ((Starbase 118 Ops - Main Sickbay)) Stendhal: What else I can do for you Doctor? Marsh: I would love to try a coffee that is native to Betazed to keep me focused while I heal my patient Head Nurse Stendhal. Do you think you can handle that for me? Karen Stendhal considered Madison's request with a thoughtful expression as she approached the replicator in the bustling sickbay. A slight smile played on her lips as she envisioned creating a coffee that would not only meet Madison's request but also surpass her expectations. Stendhal: Computer, replicate a Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee. As the replicator hummed to life, Karen's mind focused on the intricacies of the blend she was about to create. She pondered the nuances of each ingredient, recalling the unique properties of Betazed Blue Beans and the telepathic mint leaves that would infuse the brew with their refreshing essence. The hum of the replicator intensified, and Karen couldn't help but add a touch more Telepathic Mint Leaves, contemplating the potential synergies with Madison's empathic abilities. A subtle adjustment of the Lunar Spice Essence followed, as Karen imagined the warmth it would bring to Madison's senses during those critical moments of patient care. Stendhal: Computer, a dash of extra Harmonizing Honey, please. Her fingers danced over the replicator interface, ensuring that the harmonizing properties of the honey would create a soothing backdrop to Madison's demanding duties. Karen couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the aromatic brew materialized before her. She also replicated a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. With the finished Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee in hand, Karen turned to Madison, a glint of pride in her eyes. Stendhal: Here you go, Doctor Marsh. A Zentharian Focus Brew, specially crafted to keep you sharp and focused during your healing endeavors. May it bring you the clarity and tranquility of Betazed. She offered the cup to Madison with a knowing smile, curious to see how the unique blend would be received by the dedicated doctor. Marsh: Oh and please have dinner ready when I arrive at your quarters later. Karen shrugged with a touch of her natural innocence, nodding and smiling broadly, taking it quite literally. On Betazed, this reaction would be considered normal, given their forthright honesty, as they could read each other's minds and feelings. So she caught Madison's playful wink and couldn't help but smile. The camaraderie between them was always a source of joy for Karen, and she appreciated the lighthearted moments they shared. As Madison mentioned their upcoming dinner plans, Karen's thoughts turned to the delightful evening they were about to spend together. Of course, Wethern, Nijil, and Hopper would also be invited. They are welcome to join if they would like to. Stendhal: Of course, Madison. I'll make sure dinner is ready and waiting for you. She responded with a warm assurance, her mind already considering the menu and the ingredients she would need. Karen appreciated these moments of connection with Madison, and the prospect of a shared meal only added to the anticipation. As the exchange continued, Karen was careful to match Madison's playful tone, knowing that their banter was a cherished aspect of their friendship. Stendhal: Anything specific you're in the mood for, or shall I surprise you? Marsh: ? As Madison approached the final burn, Karen couldn't help but admire her colleague's skill and dedication. Marsh: One more burn to repair, and then I will draw up a post-op treatment plan for our patient. Karen's response was measured, acknowledging the critical phase they were entering. She considered the intricate details of the post-operative treatment plan, envisioning the comprehensive care that would follow to ensure the patient's continued recovery. Stendhal: These plasma burns don't seem typical. Is there something suspicious about them, or am I mistaken? Marsh: ? Stendhal: Do you need more coffee or something else to help with the patient? ::She quickly checked Nijii's whereabouts; it would be better if he didn't overhear this.:: Just don't ask me to sing please, it would kill the patient. She smiled. Marsh: ? Stendhal: Here is the Zentharian coffee recipe! Karen handed Madison a pad with the coffee recipe: Zentharian Focus Coffee Recipe. Ingredients: Betazed Blue Beans: These coffee beans are native to Betazed and are known for their unique blue hue. They are carefully cultivated in the rich soil of Betazed and are said to have natural properties that promote mental clarity. Telepathic Mint Leaves: Sourced from a special mint plant on Betazed that is believed to enhance telepathic abilities. The mint leaves add a refreshing and uplifting flavor to the coffee while providing a subtle mental boost. Harmonizing Honey: Collected from the native Betazoid honeybee, this honey is infused with the essence of Betazed flowers known for their calming and harmonizing effects on the mind. Lunar Spice Essence: A touch of this spice, harvested during the full moon on Betazed, adds a hint of warmth and stimulates cognitive functions. Preparation: Grind the Betazed Blue Beans to a medium coarseness. Brew the coffee using a traditional Betazoid coffee press, allowing the rich flavors to meld. Add a pinch of Telepathic Mint Leaves to the coffee, stirring gently to release their essence. Sweeten the brew with a teaspoon of Harmonizing Honey, adjusting to taste. Finish by infusing a few drops of Lunar Spice Essence for an extra layer of complexity. Serving Suggestion: Serve the Zentharian Focus Brew in a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. Marsh: ? TAGS/TBC -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================

This made me chuckle, from Ensign Z'Vahme. 😂

Love this from @Oddas Aria. So wholesome. 😊 ((Ijo House, Hathon, Bajor)) oO You fly a starship halfway across the galaxy, manage a city, and can rebuild most things with your bare hands - but you cannot remember there are different timezones. Oo It was dark on the street, very late at night or very early in the morning depending on your perspective, and she was considered turning away. The stone steps in front of her leading up half a flight to the front door were not well illuminated at this hour, but she knew them as well as or better than her childhood home. In fact, after a point, she spent more time here than she did the other several blocks over. From her vantage, she could look up and see the window that was Alea's, who's smiling expectant face she still expected to see peering down at her. Aria pulled out a PADD and was about to send a note, letting the Ijos know she had gone to the restaurant in the market which catered to early risers, when there was shuffling inside - just behind the large circular door. Aria returned the PADD to her jacket pocket, and adjusted her duffel, preparing for what was next. Ijo (Cada): Aria! The woman's high, sweet voice pierced the morning before the officer could react, and before she could fully prepare for the embraced that ensued. She was several centimeters shorter than her husband, but the ferocity of the gesture was unmatched - knocking Aria back several centimeters. Aria, not one for physical affection, found herself for the second time in two days, by the same family, feeling like she had come home. Oddas: Cada! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late, I can come back later. Cada: And I can beat you with a stick. The woman laughed and took Aria by the hand, dragging her in through the door. The smell of food, cooking, wafted through. Aria never cooked, but Cada did - Alea did - and there was nothing that reminded the Bajoran of happiness and being home than being in a kitchen and cooking. Cada had told Alea to teach Aria to cook when things had looked like they were going to start a family, but, that had been cut short. oO Or you're just feeling nostalgic. Oo Aria dragged her bag through the doorway and was heading for the stairs when Cada spoke up again, motioning for the small table in the kitchen reserved for snacks, breakfasts, and gossip. Cada: Leave that there! Teevin can get it when he wakes up. Oddas: ::rolling her eyes:: He's retired now, you know. For that matter, so are you. Cada slid a plate of food in front of her - pastry, fruit, and some sausage - with coffee. Cada: What do you think housewives do when they retire? The older woman said it with a smirk, Aria for her part shook her head. Cada was anything but a simple 'housewife', and though Aria could never get quite a straight answer directly from her, the discreet inquiries she had made in the intelligence circles were always met with a bit of professional discretion. Oddas: ::snorting:: Is this real Columbian coffee? You really shouldn't have gone through the trouble. Cada, who had been moving about in the kitchen and gathering her own plate, stopped and gave the younger woman a playful look. Cada: Trouble? To find your favorite coffee and ship it in? ::chuckle:: Next, ask me about the Vulcan Spring Tea and the spicey plomeek soup. Aria had been about to cut the sausage in front of her, stopping to look at Cada sternly for as long as she could before shaking her head. Oddas: Subtle. Cada: Not give her the day off? The Ijos had met Stelek, of course they had, on Aria's previous visit home. Aria had introduced them as a 'friend' as much as because she was afraid to admit anything was happening, as she was to admit anything to Katya. If Aria was no good at being social, she was horrible at being a parent. Oddas: Stelek needed another day to finish up some work on the Eagle, she'll come down soon. It was true. It was also true that as the Commanding Officer, Aria could have pulled whatever rank she wanted to in order to move the Vulcan up in the rotation, but she was trying to be extra careful. Cada: Well, we have plenty of room for her, and I know Teevin was looking forward to seeing her. Aria looked on questioningly. Cada: I have no idea. Oddas: Whatever this ::pointing toward the meat:: is, more of it, please. She stuffed more into her mouth - Cada smiling all the while and piling more on her plate. Cada: Poli with Andorian northern spice. It's new. From upstairs, there was the muffled sound of a door opening and closing. Oddas: ::raising her fork in the general direction:: Katya? Cada: Teevin - he got in late from the station and, well, we're old. I wouldn't expect Katya up until noon. Aria took a deep breath, and a break from the plate of food in front of her. She leaned back and drank half a cup, screwing up the courage to ask what she needed to. Oddas: How is she? How's she getting along? Cada: ::smirking:: Let me fill up your cup. TBC Commodore Oddas Aria Commanding Officer Denali Station E239305OA0

Hilarious stuff from @Korras. For some context - wonderbots are small, furry robots, similar to furbies. 😂 ((Starbase 118 Ops – Commercial sector - Qo’nos district)) Another day, another day of preaching against the weakness of the Empire as it was, and against that false emperor on Qo'noS. They had dared to even name him Kahless. He was a clone, and nothing more. to Tu’var, it signified the depth to which the empire had fallen. They should be conquering this station, and not just place a city here. As he walked over to his regular spot, the monk of the Cult of Kahless was already loudly speaking his lines. Tu’var: The time for weakness is over! Take up your arms against the enemies of the empire! He had been arrested before for suggesting his flock attack the federation. So now, he was careful not to name them specifically, and instead refer to ‘enemies’. He knew his words resonated with the younger generation, who were tired of the weak state of the empire. Klingons were warriors, they should be fighting, and not resting on their laurels. There were plenty of targets, the region inhabited by the old Romulan empire was ripe for picking, for example. The sounds of mayhem started reaching him. He frowned. It was a mix of yells, children’s laughter, and electronic sounds. And then he saw it. Tribbles! Tu’var: ABOMINATION! ::pointing at a bright neon colored wonderbot:: THAT THING IS AN ABOMINATION TO EVERYTHING WE STAND FOR! KILL IT! He saw several Klingons take up blades, and start attacking the things. To him, all was as it should be: Klingons, fighting their enemies. Tu’var: The Dahar Master Koloth himself has decreed these creatures to be an abomination to be exterminated! And yet, here they are. Take up your arms, brothers and sisters, and let us do as he told. Mechanical or not, they are all abominations! There were a lot of the things, though. Dozens, probably hundreds, were on the loose. Clearly, not everyone was doing their part. He was about to yell more encouragement, but as he stuck his D’k Tahg into one of the electronic abominations, the sunlight went extremely bright for a moment, before plunging the whole sector into darkness. It only took Tu’var a moment to realize what was happening, as the lights in the city turned on. It was eerily silent for a moment, before he yelled. Tu’Var: The abominations are the heralds of darkness! Fight them, fight them all, before they truly usher in chenmoHMogh, the day of doom! As has been foretold, The enemy would appear, and bring with him great darkness. It is up to us to defeat them, or all will be lost! It helped. More and more Klingons took up their weapons. The streets turned into a battlefield, as the rage took over more and more of his kin. He just hoped they would be fast enough, killing their enemy, before worse would happen. Even if this was ‘Just’ a space station, the portents were true. ** Tu’Var Monk of the cult of Kahless ***** Ensign Korras Ops Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240010K12

What a sim title from @Kettick 😂👏🏻

Here's one to add to the Tamarian Dictionary courtesy of @Alora DeVeau - "DeVeau, her grip firm." 😂

Loving this intro sim for @Karen Stendhal 's latest villain. Looking forward to reading more! 😈 (( Miranda VII - Dodgy bar )) In the sultry underworld of Miranda VII, bathed in the flickering glow of neon lights, Zara Saan, a cunning Orion woman, prepared to embark on a dangerous mission for the Saan family. Miranda VII, once under the firm grip of the Saan's dominion, now danced to the tune of independent factions that scorned Saan authority, leaving the family frustrated and seeking retribution. Draped in an enticing disguise, Zara entered a dimly lit bar, the rhythmic beats of music weaving through the air. The stage beckoned, and Zara, with emerald-green skin that sparkled under the neon lights, transformed herself into a pole dancer. Her mission: to eliminate Jaxon Marik, a key figure in the independent factions that now controlled Miranda VII. As Zara's mesmerizing dance unfolded, a dialogue of suspense unfolded in the shadows. Zara: Tonight, Marik's reign ends. She whispered to herself. The patrons, unaware of Zara's true intent, watched in captivation. The tension thickened as Zara swirled around the pole, her eyes locking onto Marik. Marik: Enjoying the show, Saan? He said, smirking at her. Zara: Just getting started. She smiled. The stage was set for the deadly encounter, but just as Zara prepared to make her move, a mysterious voice interrupted. Voice: Zara Saan, a dance to remember. Zara turned, dagger concealed, to find a cloaked figure in the shadows, the glint of disruptor catching her eye. Cloaked Figure: Killing Marik won't bring back what you've lost. Zara: I'm not here for your counsel. Stay out of my way. Cloaked Figure: There are alternatives, Saan. A path that doesn't lead to more bloodshed. He said intrigued. Zara: (snarling) Bloodshed is the Saan way. The tension in the air reached its zenith, but just as the confrontation seemed inevitable, the bar door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a new player. Unknown Figure: Zara Saan! Starfleet's on the way. We've got to move! Zara's eyes widened. She had no intention of tangling with Starfleet. The Orion woman had to think quickly. Zara: Change of plans. We're leaving. Marik and the cloaked figure exchanged confused glances as Zara swiftly disengaged from her dance, leaving the stage and making her way toward the exit. Marik: You think you can escape, Saan? He shouted. Zara: Watch me. She said disappearing with a smirk. As chaos erupted in the bar, Zara, the unknown figure, and the cloaked stranger disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unfinished business. Zara Saan slipped away into the cosmic unknown, her fate entwined with the shadows that concealed her family's legacy. -- Zara Saan - Member of the criminal Saan Family from Orion. as simmed by ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================

Congrats @Indrid Yirah and welcome to the fleet!

Haha! I am tickled pink that Gogi-Wan Kenobi got an honourable mention! Thanks to @Karen Stendhal for the fantastic image. 😊 And of course - congratulations to the worthy winners of the contest! 🥳

Vocab is important, but Tongo is importanter! 🤪

@Karen Stendhal, nobody, that's who! 🤣