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    My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!
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  1. Also there's a reference to a "Gary Mitchell" at the end so I looked him up and it's basically making fun of anything canon wise which seems like the writers are merely poking fun at us. At least, that's what I got out of this article: https://www.syfy.com/syfywire/star-trek-lower-decks-episode-1-gary-mitchell-easter-egg-joke
  2. I just watched the first episode and it's definitely something. I'm feeling this show is best to watch as if it were a parody and not taken seriously. When I first saw the trailers, I was going on the assumption that the junior officers were the ones that being hellraisers and didn't act as an officer should. But after what I just saw, even the senior crew are just as incompetent. No First Officer wouldn't get something checked out like a bite from a different planet. Plus, the episode's meaning is more or less about the senior officers only getting recognition for other people's work which I've never seen that kind of attitude in other Trek series.
  3. Congratulations to every single one of you! Thank you for everything you do with your incredible enthusiasm and making Starbase 118 the most fun experience possible! The amount of time and effort everyone puts into the game as well as the community as a whole is amazing to witness day in and day out! It is such a humbling experience to be writing with such talented writers! All well deserved and special shout out to the newer members of the fleet, keep up being the best at what you do and I look forward to seeing your names next year! Without you and every person here, 118 wouldn't be as much of a great opportunity as it is today! Again, Thank YOU!
  4. Great ending to a honorable Klingon warrior @Sal Taybrim!! ((Inside Main Production Facility, Vonkoth II)) K’Parg of the house of Morpok was young, brash, straightforward and honest. He was the second youngest son of Mat’pon, a warrior of little glory but steadfast honor. His had always been a support house, standing behind those with strong ideals and strong honor. He was not afraid to die today. In fact, ensuring that his Commander could retrieve the qulCha’par through a fight rather than dying to torture or poison was the best honor he could hope for. May Lofsha carry his deeds back home to his family and may his younger brother rise up, supported by the story of his honor and serve the Empire well and honorably. K’parg had no regrets. He knew that Sto’vo’kor would welcome him this day. K’parg: Win the war, Commander! I die with honor today! He rushed Korv and slammed the older Klingon back against the wall in a stunning blow. His display was enough to provide plenty of cover and he heard a blast door close behind him. The qulCha’par would fly today, for the glory of the Empire. Korv: ::at two guard minions who were punching back the prisoners:: Shoot them! You are members of the Cult of Molor. No need for hand-to-hand, imbeciles. Just shoot! Gach’ah: ::stomps to where Lofsha was seen last:: Where is the Commander?! How did she break free?! The fight wasn’t exactly fair. Korv had weapons and all his limbs free, K’parg was unarmed and shackled, still, he fought like a demon, feeling the crunch of armor and bone on his opponent even as he was battered to his knees. His face was split and bleeding from a second hit, but he knew his commander was well on her way to striking back. K’parg: You think you will win, you honorless pig? You will only be remembered for your treachery and your death will be used as an example of what happens when you betray your name! He took a kick to the chest for that statement and he smiled, a vicious tooth smile. Did that hurt? Good. No amount of physical pain could match the honorless death these two would face. Korv: ::calling out above the battle cries and noise:: Your Captain will not make it far. She is but one, our Brothers and Sisters are plenty! They will catch her, ::more to himself:: and when they do… ::trails off while kicking a prisoner, who was already sprawled on the floor, in the stomach with his heavy boot:: Gach’ah: ::sneers:: You will call for your Captain and your life will be spared! Despite the pain, the growing roster of broken bones and the flowing blood, K’parg smiled. He stood on his feet the best he could, pleased at the damage he had been able to cause to his enemies despite limitations. If they were asking for his help it meant they were scared that she would succeed. They should be. Lofsha and the crew of the qulCha’par would succeed. K’parg: I will not. She will kill you and bring your cult to its knees. Korv: ::raises his firearm, aiming it squarely at K’parg:: Finally, you will meet your end. Dishonorably restrained and killed by a lame, one eyed Klingon. You will not reach StoVoKor! His smile widened, blood staining his teeth. K’parg: I have been honorable and loyal to my last breath. Kahless will welcome me in StoVoKor. Gach’ah: ::huffs:: There is no such place! Where you're going will be nothing, but emptiness and despair! Now he was sure this cult was done for. Even if he died, he was sure he would be welcomed in the halls of StoVoKor. Them denying its existence only cemented his belief. They were the ones who lived in fear. They were the ones who knew they were damned. They wanted to shake his resolve in his last moments. But K’parg of the house of Morpok would not be swayed. K’parg: You lie to yourself, and you know it. You are afraid of death, because you have lived a life without honor. I am not afraid. Korv: ::laughing loudly:: Whaha! Idiot. Show him boss, what we do with people that speak nonsense. That hit home. The honorless swine walked forward, grabbing K’parg and landing punishing blows, the sort of horrific violence that was pushed by self-loathing and internal doubt. K’oarg had no doubt that Gach’ah hatred was less to do with K’parg himself – he was only speaking the truth, but fueled by Gach’ah own inner failures, hatred, and lack of honor. Korv: ::annoyed:: Hey!:: oO Great. He does it again. Ruining my bit of fun. Oo ::sighs and steps back:: Gach'ah: ::leans in, inches away from K'parg's face:: Join the Cult of Molor and you will be rewarded a bountiful of treasures and gifts from the Orion Syndicate. We can give you what the Empire cannot… A chance to live. Through the blood and the pain, K’parg’s dark eyes fixed upon Gach’ah and he spoke clearly. K'parg: I have lived more in these last few honorable moments that you will even live in your entire honorless life. You will choke upon your lies and if you are lucky a Klingon will kill you before the Orion Syndicate shoves a knife in your back. That was it. Gach’ah pulled the trigger and K’parg slumped backwards. He died as he lived, blunt, honest and honorable. Today was a good day to die. ~*~ ~fin~ ~*~ MSNPC Sogh K’Parg First Officer IKS qulCha’par
  5. German was just about to head out towards the red carpet, but his mother stopped him and now she's his plus 1. It wasn't his choice. Mrs. Galven: My son is single in case anyone was wondering... I would like grandchildren!
  6. Welcome to our little rabbit hole @gtrekkie!! We do like any kind of trekkie, new or veteran! If you have any questions, comments, and/or anything else, please let anyone know! We're a welcoming community of nerds!
  7. Clearly German has no idea how Klingon shuttlecrafts work 😂
  8. Thanks @Sheila Bailey!! Although, let's give credit where it's due and acknowledge all the outstanding writers such as yourself for showing me and others learning how to write creatively. I wouldn't have been able to get something like this out two years ago before joining the fleet 🙂
  9. All thanks goes to @Ayiana Sevo for asking me to write a JP with her! Here's hoping for more to follow! I had a blast writing with you and thank you for the opportunity to explore both of our character development!
  10. ((OOC - I've combined both of the players posts. This was all tag style and not a JP. Incredible job you two!)) ((Sickbay, StarBase 118 Ops)) Bailey had worked on her engineering project for most of the day before her body needed sleep. The next day it seemed she had a few tasks to do before she could relax again; not for long. She had a few medical exams to conduct and a meeting with First Officer Nijil to set up. Sheila had rolled into sickbay in her wheelchair rather early ready to start her day. The woman seemed to arrive just as her first patient did. Without hesitation she entered sickbay and was immediately welcomed by Dr. Bailey, who was expecting her. Bailey: Ms. Casparian. Good to see you. Casparian: Hello Lieutenant Bailey, good to see you again as well. I hope I did not keep you waiting? Bailey: Not at all I got here only a few minutes ago. Why don’t you follow me and hop up on a biobed? Casparian: Certainly. ::walks towards the biobed:: With a small hop, she sat herself on the biobed and let her legs casually rock back and forth a bit. Going to medical facilities was not her favorite pastime, but it didn’t make her particularly nervous either. Her inquisitive eyes looked around the sickbay almost with childlike curiosity. Bailey could tell that the woman was maybe a bit nervous, most people were no matter how routine the appointment was. Bailey: ::gathered her tools as she talked:: How are you feeling? Casparian: At the moment, I feel fine. ::chuckles:: Well, except for the bruise on my shin from the chair I bumped into this morning, ::reaches down and rubs the sore spot:: but that’s nothing. She was used to having bruises, sometimes the smallest bump or pinch would cause her to bruise up, and other times, with similar bumps or pinches, nothing happened. It had been like this for as long as she could remember and other than it being not very attractive when showing bare legs or arms, it did not really bother her. Bailey nodded at that. Bruises were normal and nothing to worry about unless they happened without warning or a good wack to a limb. The doctor was sure it was nothing but her mind always went to the worst first as a precaution. Bailey: Do you mind if I take a look at it? Casparian: Not at all. ::smiles and keeps her leg still:: Go right ahead. Bailey: Standard checks. I’m sure it’s nothing. Bailey waved her medical tricorder in a gesture to indicate that she was going to use it and if it was okay. Even if she never directly asked she always wanted to make sure the patient was comfortable with her using it. Romyana had no issues with tricorders, so she returned a smiley nod. Medical tricorders were a specialized variant of the one she used every day at work herself. They were simply scanning devices. Casparian: I know that I bruise up quickly, but they disappear easily too. ::shrugs:: Always been like this. Bailey: Tell me...how have you been sleeping? Any recent health changes I should know about? Casparian: I sleep like a rose, the quarters on the Starbase are very comfortable, I must say! ::turns her eyes up to think:: Anything recent. No. Bailey: Indeed they are. ::The young doctor couldn’t argue with that:: What about your genealogy or speciesology? Sheila had of course taken a look at the patient file but had only really glanced over it. When she saw the note about the genealogy her face developed a small frown. She thought it was then best to ask during the appointment. Casparian: ::nods:: My Grandmother is Vulcan, so I’m… ::hesitates:: mixed. Romyana assumed that the Lieutenant had received her medical files and was therefore familiar with her medical history. Especially the peculiarities that came with her having mixed Human and Vulcan heritage that made her physiology slightly different than normal and the problems this had caused in the past. Long, long ago. That made more sense based on the rest of the file notes now. Bailey: Thanks for the clarification. Now when you were four you were admitted to the hospital? Casparian: Yes, I was admitted into hospital when I was four, because I had suddenly developed some serious complications after a simple infection. That was when the diagnosis was made. ::looks at the tips of her shoes:: It took a year to heal. I don’t remember much of that time. The way it was explained to me was that because my liver is more like a Vulcan one it is built to process copper-based blood cells, but with the rest of me being mostly Human, I have iron-based blood cells and my liver has difficulty coping with that. ::frowns:: An unhappy mix of genes, I suppose. ::upbeat:: I would rather have had pointy ears! She gave a small laugh. This just confirmed slightly for Sheila that Casparian was in fact given a diagnosis of Chronic Cirrhosis of the liver. Now just for some basic questions so Sheila could understand how the illness affected her new friend. Bailey: Chronic Cirrhosis of the liver? Casparian: Yes, and because I was still so young, after treatment, the liver could adapt and it stabilized. It has been for all those years now. Bailey: Good, good. I have some basic questions to ask you about it if you don’t mind? I want to understand your experience with it in order to tailor your care. Casparian: Naturally, feel free to ask me anything. I’ll do my best to answer. This didn’t come as a surprise to the ensign, she always had some sort of check-ins with physicians to monitor her condition and she hadn’t expected it to be any different this time. Bailey: A number of symptoms can occur as well as indicate the severity of the scarring. Tell me how do you typically feel on average? Casparian: I feel fine. I’m not particularly tired, not nauseous, no pain. I try to eat healthy and I don’t drink alcohol or synthahol for that matter - just to be safe. Bailey: That’s great to hear. Nothing sounds too severe then. Casparian: Indeed, I don't really notice anything of it in my daily life, except for the easy bruising, but that comes and goes. ::shrugs:: Bailey: You also don’t have any skin or eye discoloration from what I can see so no jaundice. ::slight pause:: If you don’t mind I would like you to lay down flat on the biobed. I would like to do a simple test to check on your liver. Sheila gave Casparian some time to adjust herself on the bed. This also gave Sheila s minute or two to adjust herself as well so that she could perform the test. Casparian: Um, okay. ::calmly lies back on the biobed and waits for Bailey to be ready too.:: Doctor Bailey sure was being thorough. The chief medical officer on the station where Romyana had done her cadet cruise had simply looked at the file, nodded, asked if she was fine and told her to come back if anything changed. Admittedly, she preferred Bailey’s approach - it felt more reassuring. Bailey: I’m going to give a few hard taps to you midsection on the side where your liver is. It shouldn’t hurt plus it should be fairly quick. Just tell me when you're ready. Casparian: Okidoki. I’m ready when you are. ::smiles comfortably:: Bailey: No pain? Bailey had given a few precise taps to Casparian’s abdomen. In doing so she couldn’t feel an enlargement of the liver, no unusual sounds. Everything seemed fine. Sheila had known it would be but as a doctor this was a reassuring piece of information. Casparian: No, didn’t hurt a bit. ::places her own hands on her abdomen, just below her rib cage, clasping her fingers:: What’s the verdict, Doc? Will I live? ::laughs:: Bailey: ::Small laugh:: Of course you will. Romyana had been calm and quiet during the test so the doctor could concentrate on palpitating her midsection, which felt pretty uncomfortable but certainly not painful. To Bailey this meant that she was in a fit mental state as well. Quite good. Now it was done, the ensign figured she could be a bit more lighthearted and joke - after all, it was nice to have a laugh at work sometimes, also for medical officers. Casparian: I assume you will want me to come into sickbay for regular checks? How often were you thinking? ::props herself up on her elbows:: I’m good with anything you propose. Bailey: I think we can start with just a regular yearly check. If we need to have more we can Casparian: Allright. ::sits up straight and speaks in a more serious tone:: What about you? Are you okay? I mean, now that I see you at work, I realize how difficult it really is for you to move around in these gravity conditions. Sheila leaned back in her wheelchair at that. For a moment she could feel every rough contact point her exoskeleton made with her body. Her body felt numb with the slight sudden shock of someone actually carrying for her in her work environment. Bailey: I’m doing as well as I can. I won’t lie and say I have an easy time. However I want to thank you for helping me. For half a second Sheila wanted to tell Casparian about her uncle. How she wasn’t 100% in a good place. But the need left as quickly as it came. No, she was going to tell Nijil first. But she could smile knowing she had such a great friend with her. For a fleeting moment it seemed as if Sheila was going to say something else, though Romyana could have been mistaken and replied amicably, while bringing her legs back to dangle over the edge of the biobed and pushing herself off it with a tiny hop. Casparian: Oh, you mean the other day when Rustyy and I tinkered around to improve your forearm crutches and leg braces? That’s alright, it was really no effort. I think they turned out pretty good. Bailey: You are helping make things better. Casparian: ::speaks with a serious and genuine tone:: Thank you Sheila. I appreciate the compliment. Of course, the same goes for you. Romyana watched as the Aleysian woman settled herself back in her wheelchair. It was impressive that she'd decided to join Starfleet knowing that she’d have to work and live for the most part in much more difficult conditions than many other species. The young Ensign doubted if she would have been brave enough to do the same if she were in Sheila’s position. With that Sheila returned back to a professional manner. Their appointment time was almost up. Bailey: With that I think you're all set to go. On your way out your welcome to schedule your next appointment with one of the nurses. ::At that she paused. Deep breath.:: as a friend before you go mind if I offer a hug? Casparian: Okay, I'll do that. ::glances back at the door listening to Sheila’s question:: That is awfully nice of you! Of course you can. With that the two women gave a short embrace. Romyana was not used to receiving affection like this, her parents were not the cuddly kind, it was something she missed growing up. After, Bailey smiled giving a small two finger wave, her middle and pointer finger waving. The appointment went well, no reason for more appointments at this moment in time. Patient seemed to be in both fine physical and mental health based on her exam results as well as reactions to said test. It was a smile knowing she had a great friend. One she cared for as well as one that cared for her. Casparian: I’m sure we’ll catch up again later. ::heads out of sickbay:: Ciao! The appointment went well, the Doctor seemed not only very knowledgeable but also very caring towards her patients, which Romyana appreciated a lot. And Sheila had said she considered her a friend, that was a very nice compliment to get and she shared the sentiment for the Elaysian woman. Life on this Starbase was looking better by the day. ------ Lieutenant JG Sheila Bailey Medical Officer Starbase 118 Ops M239512BG0 "Ta-er al-Safar" - the Canary; No woman should ever suffer at the hands of men - (Quotes) Sara Lance; Legends Of Tomorrow Ensign Romyana Casparian Engineering Officer Starbase 118 Ops O239703RC0 * * * Live your dreams, don't dream your life * * *
  11. "German, you need to get back to your ship! "Arlil said, "It’s too late for me now…" That was not what German wanted to hear as he entered into the central chamber where the Borg Queen mainly operated in the ship that was surrounded deep inside an enormous Borg city known as the Unicomplex. He was determined as hell to finally lay to rest his obsession with saving his sister. "I’m not going back until you come with me." German exclaimed in a manic state, "You know this!" "You need to or what I’m capable of will be your downfall. I’ve kept the Collective at bay for too long because I am the Collective. What these drones will do to you will be your fault." A drone simply walked past the Denobulan as if he wasn’t even there. German could feel the intensity of Arlil’s words as her head and upper body was lowered from the ceiling and connected securely onto her waiting body with the tubes unfastening from her and slithered back up, as they disappeared from view. He knew that much she was to the point of no return, but was too stubborn to admit it as he approached her into the green hue. "My downfall is not even close to happening. There’s still a piece of humanity in you or else you’d already have me assimilated." "You know as well as I do that your immune system is strong enough to hold off on being fully assimilated, German." She said as she smiled softly to him, "A physical trait that..." It was then her voice turned into the Collective and responded, "We will adapt to. We will add your biological distinctiveness to our own." Being in front of Arlil when she and the Hive Mind spoke together gave him chills as he backed up with one step, but was stopped by a drone as it put its hand on his shoulder and fully grasped it from behind him. His head turned to look at the drone and then quickly went back to glance at Arlil where she was now approaching him and raised her hand towards him. He brought his elbow back with quick force and precision that he connected with the drone’s nose which caused it to fall over. He stepped backwards again and then dodged another drone as he sidestepped it, causing it to stumble forward into Arlil which knocked her down as well. It appeared that the collision brought her back to reality as she presented a worried expression. German went into protection mode and stepped forward to help her back up, but Arlil raised her hand. "No German. Please, leave because there’s Cube ships heading over here. They’ll stop at nothing to protect me." "That’s what I’m doing too! My sole purpose here is to save you, Arlil!" "Save the little girl you once knew. Back in 2377. She’s the one that needs protecting." "Wait, do you mean..." Before he could even finish his sentence, he was transported into a Sphere that was about to fly off into space. He tried to fully grasp what she said and then heard her voice as if she was right there with him. "I’ve set the temporal coordinates to 237710.17. All you have to do is produce a tachyon pulse after you go through the transwarp conduit that leads to Earth. Farewell, German." How he was to even know what to do or even pilot the Sphere was beyond him, but as soon as he sat down in a bulky chair, the space object jolted forward and then millions of streaks of light zoomed past the viewscreen in front of him. In just a matter of seconds, he was now several lightyears away from Earth when all of a sudden, an Odyssey class Starship warped to a grinding halt in front of him. He was being hailed, but German did not want to answer it as a display in front of him appeared with guided instructions on how to out maneuver the enormous ship. He reached for the command to bolt out of there and saw that the Federation ship’s torpedoes were launching towards him, but the maneuverability of the sphere dodged the weapons fire at ease as it took off suddenly. German activated the tachyokinetic device that Arlil had set the temporal coordinates which caused a controlled emission of chronometric particles that generated a temporal vortex to form in front of him. He exhaled softly and remembered what Fleet Captain Sal Taybrim had said to him a while ago that still resonated with the scientist. "German…" Captain Taybrim said as he looked at the Denobulan and spoke softly. Empathetically and yet with a far deeper warning tone than even his last statement, "I’m not worried that your plan won’t work. I’m worried it will." "It’s what I need to do." He said softly as he closed his eyes as he went through the vortex. When he opened his eyes back up, he saw that vortex he generated was still open so he emitted a antitachyon pulse towards it to collapse the vortex so the Odyssey class starship didn’t have the chance to pursue him any further. Seeing that he was successful, he now had to figure out a way to slow the Sphere down, but was unable to cause the speed to diminish quick enough as he entered the atmosphere and saw that he was right above North America. He had enough wherewithal that German knew how to somewhat steer the ship and it started to slow itself when he centered on California. San Diego to be exact as he set the location to his childhood home. What struck him odd was why no ships were coming towards him when he noticed on the display that at some point the Sphere cloaked itself, but as he got closer to the ground, the decreasing speed allowed it to momentarily decloak as his house came into view. Goosebumps formed on his skin when the viewscreen zeroed in on the structure and saw his younger self at 15 years old was approaching his front yard and saw himself approach his little sister. She then ran into the house as expected, but then German shook his moment of distraction away when the Sphere was practically on top of the house. He tried to make it to stop, but it was too late and crashed into the back of the house causing debris of splintered wood and shattering glass all around it as the ship came to a heavy thud. Nearly frozen and shaken to the core, German wobbled his way as he stood up and right when he turned to find the exit, a drone that was hidden from his view came out of nowhere and injected nanoprobes into his neck causing him to collapse and gasp for air. The sense of dread overwhelmed him as he looked on as the drone exited the ship as his veins started to pulse profusely which caused them to bulge out as his skin started to turn dark shade of palish green. It was then that he realized before he was fully linked with the Hive Mind that it was his own doing that caused his sister’s abduction and eventual assimilation.
  12. ((StarBase 118 – Academy Campus Green)) ::Romyana was sitting on a bench enjoying the view across the Academy green. She was told she would be met here by someone to escort her to her new duty post. She already knew she would be staying on the Star Base instead of speeding off on a star ship, but that did not make her any less exited. Quietly Romyana reminisced about the unique experience of the Final Exam that she had completed two days ago. At the time she was convinced she had failed, but to her delight she passed and with a pretty good grade too!:: Dal: Ensign Casparian? I am Commander Ishreth Dal. Welcome to StarBase 118, Ensign. ::She turned her head to see who had called for her. An Andorian man wearing a Marine green Starfleet uniform and three pips on his collar, ranking him Commander.:: Casparian: Sir. ::as per the training that was systematically drilled into each Cadet in the first weeks of the Academy, she stood to attention when addressed by an officer:: Thank you Sir. I am looking forward to meet the rest of the crew. ::Romyana's eyes flickered from the Andorian's eyes to his antennae and back. When she realised how silly this must look, she tried to control it and focus on the Commanders eyes, but each time the antennae moved she couldn't help but looking at them.:: Dal: We are very pleased to have you join our senior staff. I am here to bring you up to date on the current mission our crew is working on as well as bring you to meet Lt Commander German Galven, our Chief of science. Casparian: Yes, Sir. Please lead the way. ::Romyana was nervous so her answers were brief, but she made an effort to sound strong and confident. This came easy to her as she had a relatively low and carrying voice for a human woman. An excellent voice to shout orders with, her father once said.:: Dal: Commander Galven’s team is working on an antidote to a deadly poison known as Silicon Platinochloride. When inhaled it destroys the membranes of blood cells, causing terrible internal bleeding. ::He drew in a breath, antennae curling downwards:: Have you heard of this chemical before? Casparian: No, I can't say I have. It sounds like a horrible way to-- ::she let her sentence trail off:: Is it lethal to humanoids? ::Romyana visualised the effect of the chemical on the human body. Impressions of her lungs filling up with blood, gasping for breath and finally slowly suffocating in her own blood shot through her thoughts. It sent shivers up her spine.:: Dal: Yes, it is known as Death Fog. ::he tipped his head slightly as they entered the lift and he keyed in the correct deck.:: It is illegal in the sector. Heavily illegal in the Klingon Empire as it has a particularly strong effect on Klingons. Casparian: Hm, interesting. ::she nodded thoughtfully:: The Klingons would be especially grateful if Commander Galven and his team succeed. Are they close to finding the antidote? Dal: I am not sure where they are in their research, but I can try to answer any general questions you have. ::The turbolift came to a gentle halt and the door slid open. Romyana stepped forward but then came to an abrupt halt. She had never been here before, so she wasn't sure which direction to turn next.:: Casparian: Where do we go from here? Dal: To the left, come, I will show you. ::He waved her forward, walking quickly enough to be efficient but slowly enough that they could still easily converse.:: Casparian: Commander, I do have a question about the chemical actually. Where does it come from? Who has developed it? Dal: Originally it was a by-product of deuterium mining methods using old fashioned cobalt explosives. It does not naturally occur within the natural galaxy that we know of. The current poison is manufactured by criminals and refined to increase toxicity. ::His soft voice had a deep undercurrent of distaste. His expression was still quite calm – that was expected for higher rank Andorian clans that emoted with their annetnnae while generally keeping their facial expression blank. Ishreth had been raised with this tradition impressed upon him strongly, but he had also worked for two decades with non-Andorians and a bit of that had rubbed off. Every once in a while his lips would twitch or his brows would perk, but mainly his face stayed calm. His antennae however curled with a deep dismay and flexed for a few times like a massive frown. As they slowly relaxed he spoke again.:: Dal: Any other questions, Ensign? Casparian: No, Sir. No more questions for now. ::she gave him a quick almost apologetic smile and pushed her auburn shoulder long hair behind her ear.:: Dal: I’m sure Commander Galven will be able to give more insights, both scientific and otherwise. ((Cybernetic/Robotics laboratory & testing facility - 8th Level, Deck 529, Starbase 118)) ::When the sliding doors opened Romyana was positively surprised by the sight of the lab. It was not just any science lab, it was full of the latest technology. She had expected lots and lots of glass vials containing brightly coloured chemical substances, in an otherwise sterile room, but instead there were several robotic like creations and a multitude of machine parts scattered around the workbenches. She could see two people further in the back but her eyes now focussed on a Denobulan man approaching. He had a funny looking smirk on his face. He must be the Chief Science Officer that Dal was talking about earlier.:: Dal: Commander Galven, please meet Ensign Romyana Casparian. Ensign Casparian, Commander German Galven. ::He offered polite introductions.:: ::Romyana blushed as she listened to Dal introducing her. It had been Cadet Casparian for so long, that it was now strange to hear anyone call her Ensign and it would probably take a few weeks before she would really get used to that.:: Galven: ::grins:: Pleasure to meet you, ensign. I suspect the journey from the bottom of the base was a smooth ride and the Commander filled you in, yes? Casparian: Yes, Sir. Dal: I ran down the basic information on the Silicon Platinochloride. I will let you fill in the rest, Commander. Galven: ::nods:: Very well. ::moves to the side, then extends his hand outwards for her to walk more into the room:: Allow me to introduce you to a couple of other people. Lieutenant Junior Grade Karen Stendhal and our brilliant civilian scientist, Taelon. ::The Denobulan's smirk had now formed into a reassuring grin. Whilst Dal made to leave, Romyana used the moment to take everything in and she moved her head from left to right looking around the place like a child in a candy shop.:: ::Careful not to stumble over any of the Robotics scattered around the lab, she took some tentative steps towards the two other crewmembers.:: Casparian: Hello Lieutenant Stendhal, Mister Taelon. I am Romyana Casparian. Pleased to meet you. ::she paused shortly to take in the tall man's unique looks:: What are you working on there? ((OOC - Like I said before @Romyana Casparian, I'm very excited to see what you have to write because you've shown just from your first couple of post aboard Ops that you're a valuable member of the crew! Keep up that enthusiasm and infectious positive attitude!
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