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  1. ((Stoyer’s Quarters, Deck 5, USS Gorkon)) (OOC - This take place after Cory is released from medical.) ::Cory stood outside the door to his quarters. As the last days have shown, he normally would ask where Petra was better heading home. But after everyone has told him it was past time they talked. He did not know what he was going to say, but seeing how mad she was when she came by medical, Cory was not looking forward to this. On top of that, he was sure that the skipper would know what happened and a stern talking to was coming.:: oO Great, that was going to be fun. Oo ::Stepping inside Cory winced a bit. Everything was healed, but sore. Carefully, taking a deep breath he turned and saw Petra moving around the bedroom. He watched her for a moment. How she could look so beautiful with everything going on and looking in the mirror look so rough. Knowing that he was procrastinating talking to her he called out.:: Stoyer: Hey! ::She stepping into the door of the bedroom.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Hi. ::Cory could feel her looking into him. He had done a good job of avoiding her.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I am glad you are OK. Stoyer: Thanks. Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Welcome. ::Cory had not felt a colder welcome ever. For a warm and passionate woman, she could be very cold and distant if needed.:: Stoyer: I….uh, think we need to talk. ::A smirk cross her face. Cory braced himself for a blast from her. Nothing came, that unnerved him even more.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: What makes you think that? The fact that you lied to me about having feelings for another woman or the fact that you have been avoiding me for days. Or to top it off you tried to get yourself killed on the holodeck. ::Cory hung his head in shame. She was absolutely correct in everything, well except the part about trying to kill himself.:: Stoyer: Look, what happen…. ::Petra cut him off before he could even try.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Cory, don’t. You know I hate it when you use those programs. They are dangerous enough already, so don’t stand there and tell you weren’t trying to hurt yourself. ::Cory shut his mouth.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I am so mad at you right, I can’t stand it. So say whatever you have to say. I have things to get done. ::Cory looked at her again and noticed something different. This time he noticed there was an extra “pip” on her collar.:: Stoyer: When did you get promoted? ::Petra paused for a second before answering.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Captain Brunsig promoted me earlier today and the Admiral approved it. ::That surprised him. Well, it should not have. Captain Brunsig always respected Petra for her abilities and skill. She was part of the Yaharla Nine and even stood up to him at one of the legal discussion for him trying to take the fall for the entire group.:: Stoyer: Why, would Captain Brunsig promote you? ::Petra crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I was going to tell you. ::an awkward pause.:: I have been transferred to the Triumphant. I am going to be Captain Brunsig’s Yeoman. I am headed over there now. ::Once again the sledgehammer welded by a large angry Gorn hit Cory in the chest. It was everything he could do to stay standing. He looked at her.:: Stoyer: What?? Why? ::Even as he said it, he knew why. He had driven her to transfer. They both agreed that neither of them would hold the other back.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: You know why? I can’t live like this. You are a mess and are not even trying to get help. Stoyer: I’m f…. ::Petra again cut him off.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Don’t even say you are fine. You are avoiding me. You aren't talking to me. You look tired and worn out. You haven’t been eating and sleeping well. Yes, I have been keeping an eye on you. ::With that, Petra reached behind the door and grabbed a shoulder bag. Hoisting it to her shoulder she walked over to where Cory stood and looked him in the eyes. His heart is below his navel.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Cory, I still love you, but you need to get help and get yourself sorted out. You need to get your priorities straightened out. ::Petra reached up and touched his cheek. He felt the warmth of her hand. Her eyes were on the edge of tears.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: The beard does look good on you. Stoyer: Thanks. ::She turned to leave. Looking back at him one more time.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Let me know what you want to do. ::Her eyes got hard one last time.:: But don’t wait too long. ::Cory nodded and she was gone. He stood there feeling nothing. Everything in him was gone. He stiffly moved to the couch and tried to sit down, but missed the seat and landed on the floor. Looking around at their quarters still felt nothing. He was hollow and numb inside. The tears would not come.:: Lieutenant Cory Stoyer Mission Specialist USS Gorkon C239111CS0
  2. (( Corridors en route to Main Sickbay - USS Gorkon )) :: Ayiana and Emilia had taken the ride in the turbolift down to Deck 7 in silence. Much to Ayiana’s embarrassment, she had completely overlooked the thought that Krugol would want to be with Ferier’s side. She didn’t even know the pair had any sort of relationship, at least not outside the quickly fading Dream. Then again, Ayiana was often quite oblivious and dense to such things. Her motivation for being at Ferier’s side during the Joining was to make sure it went well, and that she was there in case Ferier or Doctor Yiggtissi needed help or advice. :: Sevo: I’m sorry, Ensign. It didn’t occur to me that you’d want to be there when I...erm...volunteered to come down. Krugol: ::Emilia replied with a soft sniffle.:: It’s not your fault, sir. F-Ferier and I didn’t exactly make our relationship public for all the ship to see. :: The corridor they’d arrived in was almost eerily silent. As Ayiana and Emilia continued through the empty decks, nothing seemed to change. The same monotone doors, passing by the same coloured bulkheads. The familiarity of it all was somewhat comforting. At least that was one thing in her life that wasn’t about to change. Emilia dragged a cold finger across her face, attempting to sweep away the remainder of her breakdown on the bridge.:: Sevo: It is none of our business, anyway. Krugol: I guess you’re not wrong :: After a few moments, Ayiana stopped walking suddenly, and pounded a fist into the corridor wall. :: Sevo: Dammit! Why am I even coming? You were right; Ferier needs *you*, not me. And with Doctor Hahn on board, Doctor Yiggtissi has all the expert Trill advice he needs. :: Massaging her fist. :: Ow. :: Emilia jumped at the sudden impact on the wall. Her eyes locked with Ayiana’s reddened fist as it hit the wall. Her shocked expression desperately searched for something to say, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Emilia carefully stared at the commander’s angered features, hoping that by some possibility she would be able to say something reassuring.:: Krugol: Commander… you’re our first officer, and more than ever we need you to be there. I know for a fact that you may not have much of a relationship with Ferier, but for many of us onboard… much like the admiral, you give us the morale to keep going. It’s at times like this where we need you… sir. :: Emilia spoke anxiously, attempting to calm the angered trill before her. She was almost at a loss of reassuring words. Emilia had hoped that something she’d said got through to Ayiana.:: :: Ayiana turned to her fellow Trill, smiling. She never really thought she was that vital to the crew. Ayiana was well-aware that she tended to be introverted and quiet. :: Sevo: Really? I didn’t know. I’ve never been one for socializing, and I didn’t think I had that much of an effect on the crew. oO Maybe it’s this red collar. Perhaps it’s not as tight as I thought. Oo Krugol: Your reputation says otherwise. I-I’m not speaking for all of us junior officers when I say this, but... we look up to you, not just you, but to the senior staff. You’re an inspiration to those of us trying to reach a point in our lives where we’re accomplished enough to be validated in our Captain’s, or Admiral’s eyes. Instead of being seen ‘as that ensign I now know the name of, but will probably forget later’. A-And we see you as a person who’s reached a stage where we adore you, we adore how accomplished you are, we adore your ability to stay cool under pressure and we adore how much you’ve worked to even be here. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through to earn the privilege to sit next to the Admiral. Right now.. more than ever, we need you to be there for us, Ferier needs you. :: Emilia smiled at Ayiana, returning her smile with a soft, closed mouth giggle. An odd feeling of ease seemed to come about reassuring her fellow crewmate. She offered her hand in a friendly gesture, semi motioning for Ayiana to follow.:: :: Ayiana paused at Emilia’s words. It warmed her heart to hear the younger Trill woman say those things. At the moment, Ayiana could only stand there in the empty corridor as Emilia continued. :: Krugol: Someday, I hope I’ll be like you. I hope I’ll learn to be like you... Lieutenant Marshall, Lieutenant zh’Aella, Lieutenant MacFarlane and even Ferier… so I can tell stories of my time in Starfleet in god knows how many lifetimes. The stories of the ship named the Gorkon, and all of its wonderful people that kept me going, and inspired me to become more than I ever could be. Sevo: I...uh...I don’t know what to say… Krugol: ::Emilia stared at the commander.:: For now, w-we should get moving. They won’t wait up If Kian gets there first… ::Emilia replied, returning to her usual dainty, pitched tone of voice.:: Sevo: You’re right. And thanks, Ensign. (( Main Sickbay – USS Gorkon )) ::The medical staff had once again settled as Dr. Yiggtissi and Dr. Hahn prepared to begin the Joining. It was a rather disquieting scene but as the seasoned physicians began, a wave of confidence rushed over the attending staff. Yiggtissi thought back to his training and recalled the simulations he had participated in, almost as easily thumbing through a medical journal. He quickly looked up at Hahn who appeared calm, if a little troubled. It was clear by his methodical movements that the Trill clinician was no stranger to this practice. :: ::Yiggtissi turned his eyes to Ferier. The very mild sedative that he had administered early was in full effect, as Ferier’s eyes opened and closed at random. It was standard practice in Joinings for both parties to remain awake with local anesthesia being used at the site of the incision. Hahn had prepared the opening on Ferier as Yiggtissi waited by the small stasis table that had been pulled close.:: ::Lanta laid back on the biobed. Usually, he felt calm but on this occasion, his nerves were jumping as if electric was running through him. He had left the Bridge without a word to Emilia, hoping that wouldn’t be a regret and hoping when the Symbiont was implanted he felt the same he still wished he had said something, anything to her. His feelings ran deep for Emilia in a short time he had come to love everything about her. Lanta had no idea if Emilia felt the same, although he suspected she did. In a very short time, she had become the most important person to him and he had just turned and gone to sickbay to be changed forever a blending of personalities of memories. Lanta was nervous and scared. It never occurred to him not to be a host any more than it could occur to him not to breathe. He was approved by the Commission and had spent his all life preparing to join. Why then now did he have second thoughts, was he really that scared of losing Emilia. Lanta turned to the Chief Medical Officer and the Counsellor all the nurses and other medical staff. He was missing people. He wanted friends, family, and loved ones. Yes, there was the Trill medical officer but as he didn’t know him he didn’t count. He wanted Emilia there to be the first thing he saw as a joined Trill:: Lanta: Doc, ::To Yiggtissi.:: Can I have Ensign Krugol here with me, please? Yiggtissi: Of course. I’ll call her down. Lanta: Thank you, Doctor. ::Hahn's dark eyes flicked over toward Lanta, a small frown of concern drawing his greying brow together.:: Hahn: Are you sure? This is an ending, as much as it is a beginning. Lanta: I am, I have to do this for me and Kian. ::The doors to sickbay slid open once again revealing Lieutenant Commander Sevo and Ensign Krugol. They quickly made their way to the side of Ferier. Yiggtissi had completely forgotten how much support the young man would need once the Joining was complete. Usually, family and friends were in attendance during and after to make the adjustment from host to host. Yiggs was happy to see Sevo in that respect. As for Krugol, he assumed she had come to offer the same, having no knowledge of the delicate relationship the two officers had formed. :: Yiggtissi: ::Looking back at Ferier, smiling,:: Well it would appear she heard your request from the bridge. ::Lanta’s heart leaped with joy as he saw Emilia come into the sickbay. He was quite surprised to see Sevo. Working on the Bridge he had worked alongside her a lot but never really on a personal level. As he thought about it he realised he was happy she was there. It was fitting that as a Trill she was there too.:: Sevo: We wanted to be here, both as emotional support- :: gesturing to Krugol. :: -and in case you need any help or advice. ::Lanta was grateful for the both of them. Looking at Emilia he understood what potentially they were both giving up for the sake of Kian.:: Krugol: Ferier! Lanta: Emilia! ::Emilia embraced the man she’d called her love with open arms. Her arms coiled around his body tightly, almost refusing to let go. Emilia took a deep breath, she was truly uncertain with how things would go. Maybe by some miracle, the symbiont wouldn’t overwhelm his personality, maybe by some miracle, she wouldn’t have to let go. Emilia shifted her gaze, quickly scanning the room around her. From the looks of it, the inevitable was almost upon them. Just how much would the pair really lose once that time comes? After a brief moment, Emilia surrendered her tight hold on Ferier. She took a step back.:: Sevo: oO Well, this is awkward. Oo ::Lanta returned the hug. Of all the people he wanted close Emilia was at the top of the list. He would have also wished for Groznin to be there as his friend and Jo as his colleague plus the Admiral. Realising that shipboard matters were of the uppermost importance he was overjoyed that she had allowed Emilia and Sevo to be there. Tears formed in his eyes and he blinked them away.:: ::After a few minutes had passed, the sound of a transporter signal began to hum and the familiar shape of a teardrop began to materialize on the small table. Yiggtissi flipped open his tricorder and waved it quickly over the symbiont. The screen scrolled through several images and various bits of information as the Saurian processed it all. :: ::Ayiana stared at the tiny life form on the table. It was hard to imagine, even to a Trill, that the little mass of primarily brain tissue could contain so much knowledge and memories. Yet for all that, it was incredibly fragile. Ayiana often wondered what evolutionary pressures forced such a being into existence - needing another life form to explore its surroundings. Otherwise, a Symbiont was completely and utterly at the mercy of predators. The prehistoric Symbionts would have had to have unwavering trust in any creature they came across. :: Sevo: How is Kian? ::She referred to the Symbiont by name, rather than simply "the symbiont" as many aliens were keen to do.:: Yiggtissi: Its life signs are fluctuating slightly which I can only assume is a sign of post-stasis shock. We should begin immediately. ::Hahn nodded in silent agreement. The Trill doctor was unusually quiet, and despite his professional demeanour, there was the distinct sense that he was unsettled about something — the procedure, or perhaps his participation in it.:: Sevo: Yeah, it can’t survive long outside of a host or it’s spawning pools. Krugol: The sooner, the better. :: Yiggtissi carefully picked up the small creature and turned back to the biobed. As Yiggtissi held the Kian symbiont in his hands, he could feel the warmth emanating from it. He could almost feel the lives of several lifetimes in his hands as he placed the symbiont on Ferier’s stomach. He looked at Hahn who frowned slightly and gave a quick nod. :: Ayiana approached the bed where Ferier was laying. He was garbed in the usual dull hospital gown, except it had a large opening over his abdomen. She still wasn’t sure why she wanted to be here; her sudden request on the bridge surprised even her. Doctor Hahn was aboard and participating in the Joining, and Ensign Krugol was more than capable of being Ferier’s emotional support. Perhaps Ayiana felt she was taking on a more of a "maternal" role with Ferier. :: ::Emilia stood at Ferier’s side, her hand holding tightly to his. She watched as the symbiont was placed on Ferier’s stomach, it was a strange sight, to say the least. Not many individuals ever got the chance to witness a living Trill Symbiont, nevertheless witness an implantation. Emilia’s hand trembled with a cinch of fear as she looked upon the symbiont. A sour taste laced her tongue. Despite the beautiful sight, it was certainly a very decisive view. It wasn’t Emilia’s place to question Ferier’s decision, nor did she think she could sway the man in the wake of saving legacies worth of experience. A tear effortlessly slid down Emilia’s cheek, carelessly landing on the back of her hand.:: ::Lanta laid on the biobed, thanks to the mild sedative and the closeness of Emilia he was now relaxed. He gripped Emilia’s hand tightly but somehow also gently. This above all he did not want to lose. It was his duty and privilege to become a host. It was also his privilege and honour to be with Emilia this above all he would not change. He understood there would be changes, after all, he was going to absorb several lifetimes of experiences and memories. Maybe if he thought of nothing but Emilia he would essentially remain as deeply in love with her as he did now. Mentally he sent a message to the Symbiont, mess with my feelings about Emilia and I will rip you out. Life without Emilia wasn’t living it was just existing:: ::Doctor Hahn. It was strange seeing him. He was yet another doppelganger from the alternate reality Ayiana and much of the Gorkon crew were trapped in over a year ago. But his prime counterpart from this universe was an unjoined Guardian named Kael Tam who helped Toran with his zhian’tara. Due to the traumatic death of Toran, his memories were buried by the Sevo symbiont. Later, Ayiana ran across Tam on the Gorkon, now a Starfleet officer, who had recognized the Symbiont name Sevo, and was instrumental to Ayiana in remembering Toran and beginning the process of unlocking his buried memories. Unfortunately, Kael Tam had died Over There, and Ayiana rarely saw Hahn. So it was with mixed feelings that she was working with him today. :: Lanta: Is everything OK? Hahn: Kian's a little weak. ::He glanced at the readings on the biobed, frowning.:: It looks as though it's been in stasis for quite a while. ::For a moment, it looked as though he had more to say, but after he glanced toward Lanta, he held his tongue. Ferier’s heart flipped back and forth as he took looks at both the Symbiont and Krugol. He hoped that following the implantation his feelings would be as strong for the beautiful Trill as they were now. :: Lanta: oO Please let this symbiont be OK. Oo :: Ayiana moved to the head of the biobed. :: Sevo: I want to check with you one more time, Ferier. Are you doing this for yourself, or out of an obligation to save the symbiont? Despite what the Commission often says, its life is not more important than your own. You have free will. Lanta: I’m doing it for both, Commander! Sevo: If you think this is not for you, or you are not ready, say so now. In four days, this will be permanent. :: Lanta looked at the symbiont and then at Emilia. So many gains and so many potential losses, well one loss. Was the price worth the cost? He hated himself for the answer, but it was yes. To preserve the memories and experiences of several lifetimes his and Emilia’s emotions came second best.:: Lanta: The time is now, please proceed. :: Ayiana smiled, giving Ferier a light pat on the shoulder. :: Krugol: You’re going to be okay Ferier. I-I’m here. ::Emilia’s delicate grip tightened around Ferier’s tender hand. Her hand began to tremble as each moment ticked past. It was like watching a countdown. Waiting for each second to tick past felt like an eternity in her eyes. Each eternity she attempted to cherish with her beloved. Each eternity of seconds, moulding into countless minutes that ticked by unnoticed, lost in those precious seconds.:: Lanta: Thank you, Emilia ::Yiggtissi watch the interaction between Krugol and Ferier and as he did, flashes of his wife ran across his mind. He had remembered, briefly, being with them on Trill but what happened after that, he had no clue. He knew that over time, those memories would return but at the moment, it was very disconcerting not knowing. :: Yiggtissi: Everything is normal, Ferier. Simply relax. Sevo: Have you opened his pouch yet, Doctor? Hahn: ::Mildly,:: No backseat doctoring, Commander. Sevo: Sorry. ::Hahn shook his head, accepting her apology with a tired, kind smile. As infractions went, it hardly registered, and he turned his attention toward Ferier and Yiggtissi.:: Hahn: Are we all ready? Yiggtissi: Let’s proceed. Lanta: Yes! ::Yiggtissi gently picked up the Kian symbiont as Hahn slowly opened the small flap of skin on Ferier’s stomach. He slowly inserted the living mass inside Ferier and watched a part of the symbiont attached itself to the young Trill’s insides. It burrowed deep and as soon as it settled, its color immediately began to improve, turning from a pinkish-grey to a deep brownish-red. Yiggtissi shot a nod toward Hahn and he expertly and neatly closed the pouch. Grabbing the tricorder from the side of the bed and starting at the implant site, he began a careful diagnosis. The little device began to spit out information as Yiggtissi waved it up and down the length of Ferrier’s body. After several seconds, he closed it up and set it down. Looking over at Ferier, a smile stretched across his face as though he had suddenly walked from a cold room into the warm rays of a beaming sun.:: Yiggtissi: How do you feel? ::Kian looked at where the Symbiont had been placed and subsequently Joined with him. The picture that would stay with him forever was the image of Emilia looking down in concern. As the symbiont settled into place, memories flew through him each new second revealing a past that was his and yet not his. Emilia, the thought of her still made his heart jump. Amazingly and thankfully he still felt the same about her. Memories from Kudrem filled him. She had been a willing accomplice, and had agreed to the removal of Kian, knowing that it might result in its death. This would need to be discussed with the Admiral later. He had more important things to resolve right now:: Ferier Kian: I am whole ::He looked toward Emilia,:: Emilia… I love you that has not changed! ::Emilia drew a shaky breath, reaching out a hesitant hand towards Ferier. She questioned, just how much of him was left. Was it Kian talking? Or was it really him? Once that first tear fell, the rest followed along in an unbroken, constant stream. Emilia’s hand broke away from Ferier’s as she pressed it against the biobed. With her free hand, she covered her mouth, begging for nobody to see her in such an ugly state, muffling her suffocating sobs. Her mind was a cluttered mass of emotions, filled to the brim with relief, mixed with fear, fighting against her churning sorrows and anxieties. In reality she had nothing to worry about, he was alive and well. Emilia’s stomach gurgled in an almost sickly manner, as her face was drenched with the wet stains of her anxieties. She fought her first instincts to hug him in reassurance.:: Krugol: ::Muffled.:: F-Ferier ::Hahn glanced between the pair, another frown creasing his brow, though once again he kept silent on whatever thoughts were running through his mind.:: :: Ayiana hoped Ferier’s feelings for Emilia would remain. His personality could still change as the Symbiont’s memories and personality slowly blended with his own. The pair was going to have a rough few days as they tried to figure out the new Ferier Kian. :: Sevo: How are you feeling? The initial rush of memories can be disorienting. Kian: To say the least, so many memories. Sevo: Take some time to acclimate yourself to your new...um...you. You’ll find a lot of things have changed. Kian: And a lot of things have remained the same. ::Kian looked at Emilia. It was amazing, even with new memories and experiences she still looked as beautiful as when he was Lanta. He held her hand, not willing to ever let it go:: Krugol: ::Emilia looked to the doctors.:: Doctor.. May I hug him? Kian: oO Say yes, Doctor Oo ::Hahn glanced between the pair of them, the frowning shifting to make room for a worn, gentle smile. He nodded, gesturing toward Ferier.:: Hahn: Of course. Physically, he's fine. Kian: So can I get up as well? :: Kian, without waiting stood and moved towards Emilia. His arms raised ready to embrace her. He felt a little weak, but then considering what the entire crew had been through it wasn’t a surprise.:: ::Emilia graced Ferier with a smile, almost knocking him over with a longing hug.:: Krugol: I’m glad you’re okay… ::Kian practically fell in to her arms.. Laughing and crying tears flowed freely. Maybe it was due to the implantation as he had never been overly emotional before. He pulled Emilia in closer. He could smell the scent from her hair. The closeness of her made him weak at the knees. Her shape fit in snugly as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face deeper in to her shoulder.:: Kian: I am OK, ::To the Doctor:: Am I cleared for duty, Doctor? Sevo: I’d suggest he at least be checked out by a counselor. Yiggtissi: I’d say take it slow for the next twenty-four hours but I see no reason to keep you here. And I agree with the first officer, you should see Ensign Fortune right away. :: Yiggtissi nodded and watched the two lovebirds held each other close, locked together like two swirling galaxies ready to collide. He removed the red tunic, revealing his duty vest underneath. Yiggtissi felt as though he had been awake for days but there was no stopping just yet. There were shift assignments to approve, files from new transfers to examine, reports to read on the status of Nkai and he needed to speak with Denato. He glanced back over his shoulder and watched as Ferier and Krugol sat on the bed, still glued together. A smile stretched across his face. He wasn’t quite sure what provoked Kian to remove her symbiont and leave it for dead. Was it just a ploy to make a quick escape? If so, then she was more cold-hearted than anyone realized. :: fin Lieutenant (JG) Ferier Lanta/Kian HCO Officer USS Gorkon G239501FL0 & Lieutenant Yiggtissi, MD Chief Medical Officer USS Gorkon G239406Y10 & Ensign Emilia Krugol Security/Tactical Officer USS Gorkon G239409EK0 & Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo First Officer USS Gorkon V239109AS0 & Doctor Kael Hahn Civilian T238401QR0
  3. Ferier

    Appreciation for Krugol

    This post with Emilia's feelings on show really hit me in the feels enjoy guys ((Bridge – USS Gorkon)) ::Upon seeing what she saw, Emilia regretted being right in her judgement. A woman appeared on screen, a trill she didn’t recognise. The woman stared mockingly at the bridge crew, her glare was like that of a basilisk. Watchfully staring into the viewscreen, almost hoping one would cower in fear from the woman in the tacky white suit.:: Reynolds: ::Murmured,:: Ensign Kian? Sevo: :: Muttering. :: That’s not Kian... Lladre: Not quite. But I see that you're trying to follow us. ::She smiled.:: In the interests of… oh, let's call it humanitarianism, I feel that I should warn you that following us means that the Kian symbiont will certainly die. ::Emilia’s eyes widened in shock, killing a symbiont?:: Lanta: You would kill yourself. ::Emilia stood with her eyes forward, glaring at the viewscreen with every speck of anger she could muster up. Whoever this “Kian” woman was, or whatever symbiont she had within her. It didn’t make it any less despicable, murdering something that could hardly even defend itself. Klingons still had better morals.:: Sevo: :: Standing up out of her chair. :: Murderer! Krugol: You disgrace the very concept of being trill! ::Emilia spat.:: Lladre: Oh, no. Nothing so crass. ::She looked a little dismayed at the suggestion, but was that just a performance?:: No, the haplass Kian is currently in a stasis chamber, floating a few million kilometres away from you. But unfortunately it *really* wasn't designed to function in a vacuum, and I doubt it's got much more than… thirty minutes left before its systems fail? :: Emilia’s eyes widened, the situation was dire. How could something so small slip through their grasps? Let alone the life of another symbiont. It was truly offensive what this woman was doing. How could she even *think* of committing such an act?:: Reynolds: You expect me to believe that you've removed your symbiont to enable a getaway? It might be believable, except for the fact you'd be killing yourself as well. Lladre: ::She smiled.:: Your concern is touching, but I'm going to be just fine. Kian, on the other hand… Lladre: Well, I imagine you'll have to implant it a new host to keep it alive. How fortunate you have a Commission approved candidate just waiting for a symbiont of his own. ::Emilia’s heart dropped like an anchor, Ferier? Emilia knew that he wanted a symbiont, but so soon? Emilia couldn’t believe it, everything she’d had with him, everything she’s shared with Ferier… is slowly vanishing just like that? Tears fought their way down Emilia’s cheek. She was trapped between saving the relationship she’d cherished for such a short time, and her moral obligations to save the symbiont.:: Lanta: Kudrem what are you on about? Without the Kian symbiont you will die. Unless, you have a new Symbiont in. But that is impossible. Sevo: :: Gasping. :: No, it’s not... Krugol: That must mean- Lladre: That would be telling. Tiny little things like that can be hard to spot, even for a Sovereign-class. But once you've found it, it should only take you a few minutes at maximum impulse. ::She grinned.:: Have fun now. :: Kudrem winked at Ferier as the channel closed. Emilia’s mind fumed with a storm of fear, disgust and rage. Oh how she hated that woman. Emilia stood idly, staring at the console before her defeatedly. Quickly she dried her tear stained face, fighting back the quiet sobs. Now wasn’t the time to be upset. Now was the time to do her duty, even if it costs her the love she’d fought for.:: Lanta: What did she mean by that? Sevo: She’s trading the Kian Symbiont for her getaway. If we chase her, Kian dies. Krugol: ::Emilia sniffled.:: D-Does that mean the trail we were following could be false? Reynolds: Bring us to a complete stop and start scanning. Once you've found it, lay in a course and engage. Lanta: Aye, Sir. All stop Krugol: I-I’ll get right on it, Admiral. ::Emilia replied with a shaky voice.:: Reynolds: =/\= Reynolds to Yiggtissi. =/\= Yiggtissi: =/\= Go ahead Admiral. =/\= Reynolds: Do you still have Ensign Fortune with you? Yiggtissi: =/\= Yes sir. She is here with me. =/\= Reynolds: =/\= I need you both to stop what you're doing and head straight to sickbay. We may be recovering a Trill symbiont in critical condition and— ::she glanced towards Ferier. :: —it may require an emergency implantation. Prepare sickbay to receive the patient, and for the procedure itself. Doctor Hahn is still aboard, he'll be able to assist you if you need it. Yiggtissi: =/\= Understood sir. =/\= Reynolds: =/\= Ensign Fortune, I want you to speak to Lieutenant Lanta and make sure this procedure is fully considered, and that he's as prepared as he can be. =/\= Fortune: =/\= Aye, sir.=/\= Reynolds: Lieutenant Lanta, report to sickbay. Speak with Fortune and Yiggtissi. ::She paused, and added more quietly.:: And only go through with this if you feel it's the right thing for *you*. You're not a sacrificial lamb. Lanta: Yes Sir. ::Ferier left with a spring in his step. Emilia watched as he left the bridge intently, she glanced at him once again. Almost begging for him not to go. But nothing happened as he disappeared through that turbolift. Would he come back as a different man with the same face she fell in love with? All Emilia could do was pray, that by some chance he still loves her when he’s back from that operating table.:: Marshall: =/\= Lieutenant Marshall to the Bridge. =/\= Sevo: =/\= Bridge. =/\= Marshall: =/\= In shuttle bay two with Sim and Smith. There's no sign of a hasty exit from here, and we've got a full complement of shuttlecraft. Ensign Kian seems to be at the centre of all this. She's no longer registering on the ship. =/\= Reynolds: =/\= No. She's aboard a ship heading for Klingon space. =/\= Sevo: =/\= Have you figured out what she was up to on the ship while we were out? =/\= Krugol: =/\= No, i dare say we haven’t. =/\= Marshall: =/\= We're investigating two avenues now — what Kian was working on prior to the public catalepsy, and who they greeted coming off the shuttlecraft. When we've got a beat on either, we'll update. =/\= Reynolds: =/\= I don't know if what Ensign Kian was working on will be much help. It appears that she's not Ensign Kian anymore. It might be best to focus on who came aboard, and follow the leads from there. =/\= Marshall: =/\= Understood, Sir. =/\= Reynolds: =/\= Very good. Bridge out. =/\= Reynolds: Any luck locating Kian? Sevo: No, sir. The particle trail is decaying too quickly, and we’re not even sure if it’s legitimate. Only thing we could tell for sure was that it was heading towards Klingon space, but they could easily change direction once outside of our sensor range. Krugol: We’ve saved their course heading to the compute memory banks, but we should also be careful we’re not following a false trail, commander. ::Emilia replied in a sterner than usual voice.:: Reynolds: Response Sevo: Admiral, sir! Request permission to leave the bridge! Reynolds: Response Sevo: I want to be there for Ferier’s Implantation. ::Emilia said nothing to the trill before her. There was nothing to say to her.:: Reynolds: Response? Sevo: I have the utmost faith in Doctor Yiggtissi’s skills, but the Joining is a delicate procedure, and there’s more to it than just some quick surgery. Ferier will need emotional and moral support as well. Besides, if there are any complications during the procedure, I can advise Doctor Yiggtissi. I have been through the Joining five times, after all. Sir. ::Emilia bit her lip, fighting back the inevitable waves upon waves of tears welling up in her tear ducts. Sevo had a point, but how could Emilia just sit there while the man she loved basically had his entire personality overwritten. Her breathing heavy, Emilia tried not to say anything to Aiyana, but it proved even harder to try and speak as well as hold back the jet of tears in her tear ducts.:: Krugol: I-... ::Emilia spoke, with a shaky voice.:: A-Are you sure that’s the best course of action..? W-While i don’t doubt your expertise commander… nor do i intend to sound i-Insubordinate. B-But family members, friends and *lovers* typically attend a joining ::Emilia’s face began to turn a deep shade of crimson. A gentle tear slipped down her cheek, landing on the console in front of her.:: b-but, it’s not my place to question your decisions, sir. Reynolds: Response ::Emilia’s eyes began to buckle under the waves forming in her tear ducts. Quietly she attempted to choke back her shaky sobs.:: Krugol: R-Right, I apologise. I know my place is on the bridge sir. B-But I-I... Reynolds/Sevo: Response? ::Suddenly all at once her eyes began to water uncontrollably. Emilia covered her mouth with a shaky hand, attempting to soften the sobs to no avail. She felt so helpless, trapped in a shell of her own morals. Unable to work up the nerve to save the man she loves, but at what cost would it be at? Was Emilia truly being so selfish that she’d carelessly throw away years of memories and experience in the hopes that her relationship would last? It was almost traumatic, the man she loved would be but a shell of the man she knew once he leaves that operating suite.:: Krugol: I-I’m so s-sorry, I-I just I-I.. Reynolds/Sevo: Response?
  4. Ferier

    Gorkon Appreciation: Skarbek Edition

    I have loved this mission finally I got to be the evil I was destined to be.
  5. Ferier

    Lt Sera zh'Aella's poem

    A D'Delnor Skewering A warbird filled with enemies supplied Of mighty weapons, and against the tide, Lieutenant zh'Aella, the story's told, Led a team so brave and bold. Storm the Bridge, they did attack Under hails of gunfire, did our lumberjack, Seize the moment, crisp and clean, To wrestle an Andorian, twice as mean. A choke hold, with thighs of steel, Turned her aggressor from blue to teal, A scuffle, this was, amidst such pressure, When spotting a dagger, a knife, a treasure. Saw his opening, did our hellish foe, And skewered our girl from head to toe. But did she feel it? Not at all For it affirmed her rivals downfall. PO Brooks a-patched and aided, While zh'Aella lay on the deck, a-bladed, Blood a-pouring from a wound still free, She was approaching her apogee. Brooks, fearing this a fruitless task, Opened up a foul-smelling flask, zh'Aella, replied with the hope of a Cadet, "Very reassuring PO, but I'm not dead yet." A battle raged on the deck by Officers akin, The self-destruct, a plan, a lynchpin, To blow the ship and beam off speedily An order followed quite obediently. When all were transported, the deck aflame Back home to the Gorkon, lame and maim, Brooks could be heard, tone perplexed, "First Andorian blood and then vomit, what is next?" Written by Lt jg Jo Marshall.
  6. Ferier

    Why did you apply to join our community?

    Yes a few Trill I appear to be the only unjoined one though hopefully that wont be the case for too long
  7. Ferier

    Why did you apply to join our community?

    Wow another of us Trill, this is the start of the Trill take over welcome aboard dwalterubc Joined or unjoined Trill?
  8. Ferier

    Why did you apply to join our community?

    Hi, I'm Gary, in-game name is Ferier. I have been Star Trek mad for years back into the early 70's when I was just a lad watching James T Kirk and co, I am proud to say I have watched ToS TNG DS9, Voyager and the new Discovery I did try Enterprise but found it trite compared to the rest. My fave is definatelyVoyager for me it was the basis of Trek to explore strange new worlds. RPG by email I did some years ago I played a CMO human and a half human Klingon force of nature who spent a lot of time in sickbay due to various battles in his off-duty time. I loved the interaction but had to give it up due to family commitments. I know find myself with time and binge watchgingToS TNG and now on voyager want to restart Email RPG. I have been fascinated with the Trill since seeing Odan on TNG but wanted to start playing as an unjoined Trill, to begin with.
  9. Ferier looked around. Despite training to host a symbiont and the prescribed Starfleet academy Ferier felt lost. Waiting to be a host was nerve-wracking and to temper that and to gain experience Ferier had applied for and succeeded in joining Starfleet Being an unjoined Trill Ferier had no wisdom and experience from the symbiont to rely on and aid him. Hos results in Starfleet echoed that not being an outstanding student he nonetheless passed after 4 years of training and was now ready to take another step in a Starfleet career. Being brought up listening to stories of Jadzia and Ezri Dax had inflamed his senses on both being a host and a Starfleet officer, unlike most Cadets he made his way to quarters rather than a bar, wanting to keep his body and organs at peak performance in case he was called on to be a host Aged 23 his lack of experience showed him staring with wonder around at the mass of species all under the gentle guiding hand of the Federation. Taking a sonic shower and then sitting down with a PADD Ferier tried once again to understand the mechanics of warp drive something most cadets acheived with ease it still confounded him. Sighing he put down the PADD and massaged his temple making his Trill markings around his temple seem to undulate. The quarters were stark more like a holding ground than somewhere to rest. Ferier laid on the bed ready for the call to duty that he knew would come. Name Ferier Lanta Age 23 Race Trill, unjoined Height 5 foot 10 Appearance messy brown hair, brown Trill markings that extend from forehead down to feet, no scars or other markings
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