[Denali Invitational Quotes to remember the Chaos fondly]

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Kalon Mosq: ::to his team:: Myers, Voorhees you two stay here and break up this crowd. Strode you’re with me. ::to Vahin and Freck:: If you’ll follow me. 

@Araxxu Vahin I see what you did there. Very Halloween-y! 🎃

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Tito: Elders are wise, if not trendy.

What a perfect summation from @Vitor S. Silveira. 😂👌🏻

[Ensign Ksivi-Sava - Outdoor Indulgence]

Loving this scene from @Ksivi-Sava and @Corey Wethern. So much fun!

 

((Maintenance Airlock 17 - Starbase 118))

A tinge of nervousness crept in on Ksivi-Sava as the EVA suit sealed itself with an audible hiss. Not that he had reason to assume anything might be wrong with his suit—or Corey’s, for that matter. Those were likely meticulously maintained and perfectly safe. There wasn’t anything terribly unsettling about the idea of stepping out into the near-perfect vacuum of interstellar space, either. In fact, Ksivi-Sava appreciated any opportunity to experience free fall—if only in scientific terms, as the magnetic boots would reliably prevent anything remotely resembling a layperson’s conception of a “fall”. The everyday experiences of a Starfleet officer, pilot or not, were virtually sanitized by artificial gravity and inertial dampeners. Opportunities to bodily experience classical physics in all their beauty were rare, and usually limited the EVA training.

But this was no EVA training, and therein lay the gist of Ksivi-Sava’s flurry. It was the sheer audacity of their project that worried him. Sure, the slim chance of getting caught doing something moderately unwise (and having lied about it) was unsettling enough. Yet, that wasn’t the worst thing. What Ksivi-Sava found himself most seriously brooding over was the notion that he might be losing his focus on the essential. Losing himself in frivolous petty indulgences with no regard for their net utility… and possibly enjoying it.

Wethern: Ksivi-Sava can you hear me? comm check.

Ksivi-Sava: Reading you loud and clear. I suppose this would be our last chance to reconsider.

Corey dismissed the concern with a vivid wave of his hand before he picked up their case of decidedly non-regulation equipment.

Wethern: Relax this is a rite of passage and if anyone asks I've logged this as part of our EVA hours competency.

While no serious reconsideration had been expected, Ksivi-Sava still raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. It wasn’t readily apparent to him why viewing this as a juvenile rite of passage would be preferable to viewing it as a juvenile petty indulgence. Then again, his contact with human cultural sensibilities had been as high-intensity as it had been brief, so there were still plenty of blind spots left to uncover. Well, as far as Ksivi-Sava was concerned, leaving it at a petty indulgence and the mildest suggestion of a shrug was perfectly fine for now.

When Corey opened the outer bulkheads, the view certainly reimbursed Ksivi-Sava for suffering through that minor intercultural headache. Barely noticeably did the hull of Starbase 118 curve away from them in the distance, reflecting the pitch-blackness of interstellar space as if physically soaked in it. Rhythmic flashes of navigation lights broke up the darkness over a timidly gleaming artificial horizon. Out here, light years from the nearest sun, it took a keen eye to reveal the faint hulls of all the different craft and starships between their blinking beacons, glowing engines and sprinklings of windows.

Ksivi-Sava’s steps along the metallic ground were weightless and inert. A lack of external forces, not contaminated by the flurry of sensory stimuli that humanoid bodies had evolved to suffer through and make sense of. Very much an artificial environment, and yet so close to the being the most natural of them all; a visceral experience of raw nature that not even the sound of their breaths and the clanking of their boots could truly spoil.

Wethern: Here we are this is the right point we can get to work.

Ksivi-Sava: ::faintly smiling at the horizon:: This is very much the right point to be, indeed.

But alas, they weren’t here to enjoy the experience. In a way, it was with rather admirable efficiency that Corey turned his attention to the matter at hand and revealed the 10 bowling pins out of the equipment case.

Wethern: Aren't they beautiful?

Ksivi-Sava: Not to be a… how might one say… “party pooper”, if you pardon my Terran, there, but this environment feels almost inappropriate for something as trivially indulgent as this.

Wethern: Relax they all have short range transported chips, at the push of a button they lock onto the suit wearer and beam back.

Well, as a medic, Corey had never made any secret of his hands-on approach to problem-solving, so he very much seemed his proper self as he walked out to set up the bowling pins right away.

Wethern: I think you should be the one to kick start our Ensigns Bingo. First to 30 points?

Ksivi-Sava accepted the bowling ball presented to him in a rather significant-looking gesture. It also didn’t escape his attention how eagerly Corey seemed to cross an item off the list he had brought.

Ksivi-Sava: It shall be my pleasure.

Judging by the hull plates, Ksivi-Sava positioned himself at an appropriate distance before he wound up ever so slightly and took aim at the arrow formation of pins in the distance. He kept taking aim for a while longer, before inquiring:

Ksivi-Sava: Does it say anything about having to actually hit any of the pins? It still qualifies as a successful Bingo activity either way, correct?

Wethern: Response

Ksivi-Sava: Well, that goes without saying.

Once again, Ksivi-Sava focussed his attention on the pins, wound up to feel the inertia of the projectile, then focussed his attention back on the pins.

Wethern: Response

Ksivi-Sava: I am. I very much am.

Finally, Ksivi-Sava swung his arm forward in slow motion, releasing the ball at what he felt would be an appropriate moment for launch. Inertia carried it onward on a trajectory subject to such little gravity from the Starbase below their feet, it was indistinguishable from a straight line.

Beyond that, it was also very slow.

Ksivi-Sava: ::shifting his position and squinting at the slowly drifting ball:: I predict it will hit at least some of the pins.

Wethern: Response

Ksivi-Sava: Nonsense, we are looking at no more than a few seconds, now. With no inertia or gravity to worry about, precision should certainly be prioritized over velocity. See, there it is, closing in on the targets. Any moment now… Aaany moment.

A few moments later, the ball grazed and dislodged two pins just insistently enough to knock a third one off its miniscule magnetic link with the hull. Once clear from the target area, both the projectile and its triplet of targets were beamed back into the their case, leaving a total of seven pins unscathed.

Ksivi-Sava: ::arms crossed, rather pleased:: See? So, one pin is equivalent to… how many points, again?

tags/tbc

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Ensign Ksivi-Sava
Helm Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
O240007KS4
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[Additional Halloween Avatars]

Just want to show my appreciation to @Alora DeVeau and Lt. Stendhal for a couple of additional Halloween Avatars that I am unable to check in with.

The first being 2PC Lt. Jerra Dagaz of Denali Station and the second being PNPC Ensign Nagazi of Starbase 118 Ops.

Thank you both for these amazing images! 😊👏🏻

[2023 Halloween Avatar Contest: SB118 Ops check-in]

Lt. Cmdr. Gogigobo Fairhug checking in!

"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

[2023 Halloween Avatar Contest: SB118 Ops check-in]

This year's theme for Starbase 118 Ops is "Star Wars: Jedi vs. Sith"

We have: 

Properly named all avatar files and uploaded them to the wiki.
Properly named our category on the wiki.
Properly categorized our category on the wiki.

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Foster: New guy!  Do you have time right now?

A tiny pixie-like blue man with a shaggy puff of white hair, who moved so fast that you wondered if he was perpetually hopped up on raktajino appeared from the corridor that led into Main Sickbay.  His sapphire eyes locked with Korras and for a moment he seemed to regret publicly calling out a Klingon as ‘new guy’

Well, Wyn supposed that today was probably as good of a day to die as any other, so… he was rolling with this.

@Sal Taybrim, alas, poor Shar'Wyn, I knew him well. 😔😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Stendhal: See, I've got a modest assortment of infusions from various corners of the universe. The ones in the golden box are what I'd call 'a real eye-opener.' As for the ones in the silver box, they're your ticket to a caffeine-free experience. Jestral tea included.
In the other containers, you'll find a diverse range, from soothing options to digestive aids. There are even some Orionian blends rumored to have aphrodisiac properties, but let's just put those on the back burner for now. Truth be told, they're all talk and no action!

Who else wants to have tea with Lt. Stendhal?! 😅🤚🏻

[Denali Invitational Quotes to remember the Chaos fondly]

@Kettick 🤣

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Just as Kettick was about to start the second briefing of the hour, and unknown voice rang out from the ship's door.

Elleazar: Is there a Lt. Kettick here?

Kettick: :: Sotto voce :: Someone is lucky Lieutenant Kettick has yet to booby-trap the door. :: Aloud :: Who asks?

The newcomer walked to them, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was advancing straight into a possible kill-box, courtesy of the Marine and Security elements in the room.

 

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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There were questionable Doctors out there that had no personality and lacked empathy.

@Madison Marsh, Garev feels attacked. 🤨😂

[Ensign Korras - First things first]

I'm also a sucker for some good old-fashioned backstory, like this from @Korras. 🙂👍🏻

 

((Outside FO’s Office, Deck 7, Command Center, Starbase 118 Ops))

 

His meeting with commander fairhug over, Korras decided his next stop would be the medical center. After all, it was on his way to his new quarters, and he was fairly close to the medical center right now already, relatively speaking. Of course, on a station this size, any distance that was less than the size of a small city was considered close.

 

As he walked to the nearest turbolift, he spent some time thinking. Mere days before, he was waiting for his final exam to begin, in this very station. At that time, he was still a Cadet. Now, he was one of the freshest ensigns in the station. The small amount of personal belongings he had he had already packed, not expecting to be assigned to the same station he had spent the last couple of months in. Either way, it made the move into his own living space all that more simple. For now, this would be home.

 

A small pang of melancholy. He knew he would probably never see his real home anymore. Nor did he expect to ever see his family again. He shook his head. Years ago, he had made the choice to take the blame for something not of his doing, but by doing so had prevented his family from being unjustly branded a traitorous family.

 

While in the epic sagas, most klingons would have fought tooth and nail against such things, no matter the cost, the truth of the matter was far different on the backwater planets. There, there were no great houses with fabled histories. There, while honor was still considered a virtue, there was much more of a grey area. There, the one claim to fame his homeworld, Kerret'raa, had was that Kahless had once visited it. There was a shrine to him, and some from Qo'nos visited there occasionally, which led to a slight amount of trade, but otherwise, most of the planet was as backwater as it could be in this time and age. There was no unlimited energy to replicate everything they would want. Not everything was as bright as it was on a Starfleet starship. They had learned to make do with what they had for the most part. He did what he had to do for his family to make it through.

 

Maybe that was what had made him a decent hand on the freighter that had hired him in. If it had not been for a pirate attack, he probably would have made a life for himself in space. Instead, fate had taken him to the federation, and eventually into Starfleet.

 

His arrival at the turbolift station shook him from his reverie. He stepped in with the others waiting, and gave his destination.

 

Korras: main entrance, medical station.

 

While in the lift, he decided to look forward as opposed to backward. He had made it this far, and he would be successful at it. First things first, to see the doctor.

 

((brief timeskip, to deck 505, Medical lobby))

 

Korras walked in, and headed to the nearest nurse station. Once it was his turn, he spoke up.

 

Korras: Hello. I’ve been newly assigned to the station, and have been instructed to schedule a visit with doctor Shar'Wyn Foster to go over my medical record. When does he have time for this?

 

Nurse: Response

 

*****

Ensign Korras
Ops Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
O240010K12

 

 

[Lieutenant Tito: Feeling home.]

I'm a sucker for a "slice of life" sim and here's one I particularly enjoyed from @Vitor S. Silveira. 🙂👍🏻

((Starbase118, Habitat Ring, Tito’s apartment))

Tito swept slowly the brush, in a meticulous sequenced gesture finishing the miniature outer wall. In an unusual change of theme he had decided to start a new project, stalling the other two he already began.

Instead of the more bellicose minis he usually painted, or the ones belonging to the board game he already replicated, he decided for something more… Simple.

Truth be told it had a deeper meaning, perhaps it was his way to avoid the new Counselor.
All things considered the future looked… Difficult. Too many things had changed. But he had found that he wasn't so easily dropping down as before.

There was something that, despite the loneliness, still kept him moving forward.
And more importantly, safe, comfortable.

That was why he began this new model.
It was a little bigger than he was used to.
The base was 70 by 50 cm. The house itself was 40 by 30 in width and length, being 50 cm tall.

It was a Terran country house, two floors high with red roof, and filled with details both inside and out.

He dropped the brush down looking at the several pieces he had worked on.
Tito smiled and he tipped the tiny rocking chair, making it swing slightly.

He raised his head and looked around his place.
The thought made him smile. “His” place. So for once Sil was right when he gave him his former place. It was becoming his home.

Tito stretched and slowly stood up. Looking at the outside view he chose to take a little break. Cleaning up the brushes, but keeping his paraphernalia on the dinner table he decided to go for a run, and headed to the bedroom to change.

((Timeskip, about an hour later))
((Starbase118, Little Risa))

Tito walked alongside the beach line. With full jogging gear, t-shirt, trunks and trainers, he adjusted the little backpack filled with water bottles and small energy bars.

He recalled the first time he was there before sharing a meal with Commander DeVeau, Alora. She had also moved and although they had clashed a bit, he still had a good impression of her.

A family with a little toddler passed by him. He kept walking. Unlike before he wasn’t troubled by it. Tito frowned before smiling.

That was new. And pleasant. Still smiling he started quickening his pace, until it turned into proper jogging.


No TAGs/TBC

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

 

 

 

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Egil was a man of simple comforts. He found the perfect way to spend a day off after a strange and stressful mission gone wrong was to curl up with some actually well written romance novel on his PADD and a cup of tea. He was curled up on his couch in the utter dark with a blanket wrapped around him. An Egil burrito.

 

Tito: =/\= Tito to Egil.

 

Egil jumped, nearly dropping the PADD he was reading a novel on. He placed a hand over his racing heart and tilted his head back as he let out a shaky breath. He clicked off his PADD and tapped his combadge to reply.

This intro from @EgilRenot tickled me. 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Alize Sorenson was humming lightly to herself, a chipper tune, which she was especially amused by as it was the main chorus of her favorite Klingon Death Metal song.  Of course when played on Klingon instruments it was harsh and unrelenting, but when hummed she could make it sound like a happy little tune.

Smiling, she chanted the words to the chorus in her mind.  A rousing verse about laying waste to one’s enemies and feeding their entrails to the loyal targs.

@Sal Taybrim is this song on Spotify? 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Approaching the desk, Korras took the offered handshake, and sat down. This was not the first time he had come across a Bardeezan. Once when he still served as a hired hand on a freighter, he had been in a bar fight with one. He thought the commander in front of him looked like that, but had not enough of a frame of reference to be sure if that was just because they had the same race, or something else. He tried to keep his face passive as he thought briefly on that.

@Korras that was almost certainly Gogi! 😂

I love this!

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Ross: ::cheering, grinning into his mug:: This will end in tears, won't it.

Corey wandered upto Ross and popped an arm around slightly like a used
car salesman

Wethern: Oh yes, my friend lots and lots of tears.

This exchange between @Evan Ross and @Corey Wethern made me chuckle. 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Nagazi: Good day, I am Ensign Nagazi. I will be accompanying you.

 

Ksivi-Sava: Good day, Mr. Nagazi. oO What an amiably well-spoken nightmare figure. Very nice. oO I am Ensign Ksivi-Sava, and glad to have you onboard.

Love @Ksivi-Sava's description of Nagazi. 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Though he would admit it to no one… Well, no more than two, anyways. 

This is such a great line from @Rustyy_Hael's PNPC Nijil. 👏🏻

[Denali Invitational Quotes to remember the Chaos fondly]

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Something was rotten in Denali, but it wasn’t food. 

@Alora DeVeau thank you! This may be my favourite opening line to a sim ever! 🤣👏🏻

[Lt Jg Karen Stendhal - The hugs list]

There were so many quotes from this that I wanted to post, so in the end, I decided to post the whole sim!

((Little Risa - Near Beach - Starbase 118))

Being aboard Starbase 118 once more, walking through those large man-made spaces, the people, the wonders, the lights, the fragrances, and the perfumes all flooded her senses. The sounds, conversations, and whispers echoed near and far. This sensory and empathic stimulation suddenly overwhelmed her with a cascade of emotions. All those people at once, and the telepathic shouting, it was something she wasn't accustomed to anymore. She almost laughed, almost cried, letting herself fully immerse in it once more. She deeply appreciated it, absorbing it with her entire being. Wow! How beautiful!
Karen was happy.

She strolled through the bustling commercial sector of the starbase, weaving in and out of numerous shops, each offering its own unique allure. Amid her exploration, she came upon a charming café adorned with a profusion of vibrant flowers—an enchanting spot that, in all likelihood, hadn't even existed three years ago.

After some time, she reached her intended destination: Little Risa. Her desire was simple—to relax and take a leisurely walk along the tranquil beach.

She was attired in a lovely and casual, yet vividly colorful dress, perfectly suited for the vibrant ambiance of Risa. It resembled a pareo, with its pink fabric adorned by graceful white wavy stripes. Completing her look was a broad, feminine straw hat and heart-shaped sunglasses, which added a touch of eccentricity—much like her own charming personality.

Beneath her colorful dress, she sported an equally stylish bikini, perfectly complementing her figure. It was adorned in the same delightful colors, accentuating her beach-ready look. Who knew? She might just decide to take a refreshing dip in the water later on.

As she wandered aimlessly, she suddenly sensed the presence of a familiar and friendly Betazoid mind, none other than the remarkable Sal Taybrim. A warm smile graced her lips, and her heart swelled with delight at the unexpected encounter.

Taybrim: Counselor Stendhal?

Stendhal: In the flash and bones, Captain... oh wait, is it Commodore now, isn't it? Congratulations on the promotion!

She smiled, she smiled a lot!  

Taybrim: By the rings, it’s been ages!  And you’re back here on StarBase 118!

Stendhal: It's definitely been a while! I'm absolutely thrilled to see you again, Commodore Sal. You know that, don't you?

Taybrim: Come.  I’d like you to meet the amazing Haukea-Willow.  Willow, meet Counselor Karen Stendhal.

She felt an empathic tickle, a connection that went beyond words. She first looked at Sal, then her gaze shifted to Haukea, and in their presence, she sensed an empathic embrace of friendship enveloping her. What beautiful souls they were, and how fortunate she felt to be in their company.

With a broad smile, she offered a graceful bow, genuinely delighted to meet and get acquainted with Haukea. It was evident that Haukea exuded a captivating beauty.

Her presence was marked by both a lively, effervescent spark coupled with a profound, discerning and intelligent gaze.

Karen immediately felt at ease in her presence, experiencing a strange sense of déjà vu, as if they had crossed paths before in some other time or place.

Stendhal: Nice to meet you both, and please, especially in a place like this, just call me Karen.
She said warmly and with a friendly demeanor. Karen couldn't help but appreciate the pleasant atmosphere and the genuine connection she was forming with Sal and Haukea.

Willow/Taybrim: ?

Stendhal: Oh I have to tell you that this is one of the best place in the Galaxy where to be in service... And of course one of the reasons is the Crew and the awesome commanding chain.

Willow/Taybrim: ?

Stendhal: Oh, I must share with you that this is truly one of the finest places in the entire Galaxy to serve. Of course, one of the reasons for that is the exceptional crew and the awesome chain of command.
Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

Willow/Taybrim: ?

Stendhal: Commodore Sal would a hug be too out of place? Rustyy's had his share, and when it comes to my hug list, you and Foster are high on it.
She spoke theatrically, her hand tracing an imaginary list in the air.

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tags/tbc
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Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal
Counselor  
SB 118 
ID: C239604KS0

[Denali Invitational Quotes to remember the Chaos fondly]

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Vahin: I should have brought a medkit with me but then one rarely needs it while having dinner. 

He thought of his last meal out and began to think that maybe he should carry a medkit every time he went out for dinner.

Don't go to dinner with @Araxxu Vahin! 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Ross moved through the long eversame corridors of Deck 7 with a haunting feeling of invisibility. His shiny new uniform and the pale dot on his insignia shielded him from unwanted attention - people around him moved swiftly, undisturbed, not one head turning around to follow his way. It was so different from walking 118 as a civilian, not only because he was entering entire areas formerly unknown to him, but also because the whole base seemed changed. Suddenly he was a part of this, a silent, elegant machinery of shared duty and mindsets, and every room he entered was filled with the same atmosphere of significance. The whole world seemed to hold its breath down here - and so was he, subconsciously, when he stepped into the office he was heading for. 

Love this from @Evan Ross

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Willow: Commodore, Taybrim, Sal, Sal Taybrim, ::As usual her words flowed out of her mouth in a complete rush, attempting to keep pace with her million mile per minute thoughts:: I completely apologize, I did not see you there, I was lost in my head, on a mission so to speak. 

This also made me chuckle from @Haukea-Willow 😂

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Haukea’s vision blurred before settling back to normality. Upon taking a glance around the room, it was clear then that they had all returned to their original body. Haukea was glad of it, for she wasn’t particularly fond of some of the extra appendages that she acquired while in Kisiv-Sava’s body.

@Haukea-Willow 🤣

[SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!]

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Wethern: Does anyone know where Raging Ramen actually is? The crewmember I heard about it from is currently sedated on biobed 4....completely unrelated to the food.

@Corey Wethern I certainly hope so! 🤣