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  1. @Alora DeVeau You must've been a cat in a former life because you write for one really well! 

    ((Pirate Ship Drowning Band – Somewhere in the Ventilation Systems))

    Sachiko was not a normal cat. 

    It hadn’t taken long for Alora to figure that out.  When she had been given the little critter, the only thing Gabi knew was that she’d gotten the creature from someone who had gotten her from someone else and no one knew why she had been given up in the first place . She’d been mostly a kitten still, older than a wee one, but still not fully grown, but neither had she achieved much more stature after she’d been taken in by the, at the time, Science Officer.   She remained quite small for a cat, and most thought she was still a juvenile.  But no, Sachiko was six years old, not that she acted like it. 

    But that wasn’t what made her abnormal.  No, the fact was, Sachiko wasn’t normal for two reasons - she seemed particularly intelligent for a felis cactus, and there were times Alora couldn’t help but wonder exactly how intelligent she was. Even stranger was the almost magical way the creature managed to escape Alora’s quarters.  It didn’t matter what Alora did, she could not contain the cat, and she’d eventually given up. 

    It was that very same cat who had managed to not only get out of Alora’s quarters again but who had somehow known to gain the attention of a certain pirate carrying a certain cage containing certain people, and get on board the pirate ship.  Once there, she’d performed the same little trick, snuck out of the pirate’s quarters, and had managed to finagle a way into the ventilation system, only to appear before miniaturized versions of people - one of whom was familiar to her.  Of course, she wasn’t going to eat them.  In fact, the feline was rather docile and even allowed the group to mount upon her.  When they had all settled ,she’d whisked them away to the ventilation shaft, mini people on her back, mini dog in her mouth.

    Bailey: Not so fast! ::Speaking more towards the cat:: 

    If Sachiko understood it, she didn’t really pay any attention.  Instead, she continued to slink through the system, unhindered by the request.  

    A. Harper: I should not have eaten so much at the gala.

    Galven: Ride like the wind, Bullseye!

    That did seem to get the creature’s attention.  She turned her head ever so slightly, just enough for a single blue eye to cant in the direction of the Denobulan who had called out the encouragement, but once more, if she understood, there was no other real response to it.  

    Yael: Response 

    Bailey: Does anyone suppose they know where she’s taking us? 

    A. Harper: Hopefully somewhere we can signal for help

    There was a pause as they came to an intersection, just a brief one.  Sachiko’s ears twitched and, Alistair still gently in her mouth, she lifted her nose, silently sniffing the air.  She made her choice, turned down toward the left, then continued onward.  

    Galven: I'm hoping the way she's going to wherever she came from. 

    Yael: Response 

    Bailey: I mean, I’d very much dislike to end up on the opposite end of the ship from where we likely need to be. 

    Galven: I mean, it's better than where we were. 

    There was another intersection, another pause, longer that time.  Those ears swiveled one way, then another, then back again.  The nose lifted, more sniffs were taken, then another turn chosen before she continued on.  Down one, through another, Sachiko only paused at intersections adjusting according to whatever feline fancy hit her.  

    Yael: Response 

    Bailey: It might be a good idea to see if we can get her to jump up to a console. 

    A. Harper: That will certainly be a an experience, at least cats are graceful jumpers. 

    Galven: ::to Ashley:: What are your orders for whenever we get to the location, Lieutenant?

    Suddenly, Sachiko go stopped, her ears twitched, then one hind leg came up as she arched her head back and she proceeded to scratch mightily behind one year.  Doing so didn’t dislodge anyone, but for a moment, the bodies of the riders vibrated with the motions.  Finally, the itch was gone and the cat resumed her previous pace. 

    Yael/A. Harper:Response 

    Bailey: We could check the manifest a lot easier that way and it would take less time than climbing. 

    Yael/A. Harper: Response

    Galven: It appears that Sachiko is slowing down. ::indicating his assumption as he turned his head to get a better idea where they were. 

    One turn, then another, and finally down a line which ended - at a grate, very much like the one she’d entered through.  Pawing at the barrier, the metal whined, then groaned and gave way a little.  Once again, the cat pressed against it, then used her head, and finally the grate fell three quarters of the way off, hanging on by a single bolt.  Old, and ill maintained, it had given up the ghost and now they had access to what lay beyond.   Which was...a dark room.   Sachiko dropped to the floor, then carefully set Alistair down - only to hold him down by one paw so she could set about grooming him with her large, sandpaper tongue. 

    Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response

    Galven: Everything looks so crude and different from anything I've seen. Even when I was taller. Where are we?

    Sachiko paused in her group, twisted around to look at the Denobulan, then opened her mouth.  Only, words didn’t come out. Instead was a meow.  Well, not even a real meow, it was more of a squeak.  Whether or not it was in answer to Galven’s question, however, could not be known, and it seemed as if she didn’t really care, for she returned her attention back to Alistair, evidently not done bathing him. 

    Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response

    Finally, Sachiko seemed to think that she was done - for now.  The paw was lifted, Alistair was set free, and once everyone was off of her back, she shook herself, then sat down and proceeded to lick at her chest, quite unconcerned with the antics of the miniature people.  

    Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response

    There was a pause in the self groom, just long enough for Sachiko to open her mouth wide, sharp teeth stark against the pink of her mouth.  She finished yawning, gave a few more licks to her chest, then turned to her tail, though one eye seemed to follow the motions of the people who had moments before been riding upon her back.  

    Galven/Yael/A. Harper/Bailey: Response

     
    -- 
    Sachiko
    Taxi Cat
    Starbase 118 Ops
    alora@blar.net
    M239008AD0 
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  2. 2 hours ago, Ayiana Sevo said:

    WHERE YOU BEEN, MAN?! Miss you on Discord! The timeline just isn't the same! (But in good hands).

    I've been in an alternate parallel universe in their version of fluidic space! I don't know how I'm even getting through all the different array of communication frequencies... Figure a way to science out of this conundrum! 🙃🥸🤔

  3. 44 minutes ago, Sheila Bailey said:

    German Galven, 

    If I could have I would have nominated you for the Xalor Clan Xifilis Award this year. You certainly have grown so much since you started and I then joined you a few months later on the Montreal and then the Astraeus. And even with everything that happened OOC last year, you powered through it will amazing grace. I can't say it enough how much of an fantastic writer you are. Love getting to write with you. Here's to another fantastic year of writing. 🥳

    @Sheila Bailey I appreciate you for saying this and how much I've enjoyed experiencing with your writing and character growth! Even learning things from you! That alone is an award for me to develop a great chance in start such an amazing friendship with you from the moment you joined us on the Montreal, going through the hard and good times up until now onwards! 🥳👐

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  4. I love how melodramatic and soap operaish @Alora DeVeau wrote her post. Simply incredible writing! 🤩

    ((Temple of the Prophets – StarBase 118.))

    DeVeau: Sal… I want to…

    Maxwell: Tae kiss him?

    Taybrim: I’m sure not…

    But she did.  Why?  She couldn’t say. Deep within, a great desire to do just that welled upon within her.  More than that.  She wanted to allow herself to be wrapped in his embrace, lost in his touch.  To feel that again, someone’s arms around her, to be held, drawn so far into them that their warmth encompassed her, enveloped her, surrounded her.  No, not just someone.  Him.  The Captain.  Sal.  

    Maxwell: ?

    Maxwell’s voice finally started to seep through the haze that had surrounded her, but her thoughts continued to drift to other things, desires that welled up within.  They weren’t just desires, however, not just physical wants that pressed hard against her, pressured her to draw into his presence, to act upon that visceral and carnal hunger.  Accompanying it was more, an emotion that she had thought perished and withered.  

    Taybrim: Wait what?  ::he shook his head, letting the astonishment filter in.:: Me?

    Maxwell: ?

    Did he know?  How could he not?  His abilities gave him far more insight than most, and her own feelings were so palpable, surely even the least astute could see how she felt.  Yet, Alora’s mind could only barely perceive that she felt as what it was, tried to deny the state in which she suddenly found herself.  Alora turned, ripping her eyes off of the man. She fought against that state which she found herself falling deeper into as she looked up him.  Yet looking away did nothing to alleviate it.  Alora found herself wrestling with it, trying to deny, but unable to.  She was in love with Sal Taybrim.

    Taybrim: No, no… you are very attractive and yes the atmosphere is very conducive to it and…

    Maxwell: ?

    And?  And?  She wasn’t supposed to love the captain.  She wasn’t supposed to love anyone else.  It wasn’t right.  That dark face flashed through her eyes, his smile so brilliant when it was genuine.  It had been - for her.  How could she love anyone else? 

    Maxwell: ?

    Taybrim: ::Openly, earnestly, no matter how strange it sounded.:: I don’t think about it.  ::he shrugged:: Ever… not since … ::He trailed off.::

    But his voice.  That sweet timbre, the flowing musicality of each word he spoke drew her out of the tunnel she’d entered.  As her verdant eyes opened and returned to rest upon him, his light shone through the darkness, piercing it, unwilling to allow the shadows to keep their grip.  Once more, Alora found herself staring, attempting to memorise every part of his aspect.  She licked her lips, a word finally managing to make itself known. 

    DeVeau: Since?

    It was a bare whisper, a request for him to speak more, so she could continue to get lost in those words, soothed by that voice. 

    Maxwell: ?

    Taybrim: Oh ::he waved a hand dismissively.:: I was betrothed once.  She’s crazy.

    Maxwell: ?

    He’d been hurt?  Was that what he was saying?  She was crazy?  If he’d once had a betrothed and nothing had come of it, how could he not have pain from that?  Yet, Alora couldn’t focus on those things.  Maybe she was the crazy one?  Warm.  She was so very warm.  Alora tried to close her eyes to the images before, to the man that still stood in front of her, his lilting tones rising and following over his words.  The music of his voice poured into her, drawing her closer.  

    Maxwell/Taybrim: ?

    That chasm that had stretched wide, once so insurmountable, now was barely a crack in the ground.  Alora crossed it, drawn by the bewitching presence of the man so adored by those under his care.  She touched him again, a gentle hand upon his face, fingers stroking his cheek.  

    DeVeau: She must have been crazy, to give you up...

    Maxwell/Taybrim: ?

    Deep within that darkness began to stir, roused by the closeness of the man.  For a moment, she hesitated, her gentle caress growing still.  The drum inside her pounded louder, harder, distracting her from the wraith that writhed deep within, trying to come to the forefront.  It rumbled deep below, finding itself confined in chains, tugging against them.  Yet she couldn’t fall into its trap, couldn’t listen to its growled warning.  Before her was a man, his light far too bright to allow the darkness to consume it, and that light called to her.  She had resisted, but now she could no longer do so.  Falling into the call of her heart, Alora leaned forward to draw him into a kiss. 

    Maxwell/Taybrim: ?

    Her breath quickened as she pulled away, the shadows driven to irritation within her.  Eyes wide she took a step back.  What had she done?  The world seemed to close in on her and her arms crossed over her chest, as if warding off the impending consequences of the actions she’d taken.  What was going on?  What was wrong with her?  Her head spun and she stumbled further back, then turned, the mind that had once been so focused on giving in now suddenly screaming at her to leave, to get away from the trap she’d fallen into.  

    Maxwell/Taybrim: ?

    -- 
    Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau
    Science Officer
    Starbase 118 Ops
    M239008AD0 
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  5. I'm not sure why this is all in bold, but i wanted to send this out and thank @Sheila Bailey for writing this JP with me! I appreciate you and how much work you put in this with me. :)

     

    ((Flashback, Time Index: 239707.12))

     

    ((Outside Galven’s Quarters, Habitat Area))

     

    Galven: Have you tried using my codes?

     

    Munger: ::pained expression:: Of course, I did. It’s not working. 

     

    German arched his eyebrow and pursed his lips, turning to face the door and punched in his codes and just like what Andrea said, it didn’t work. He cleared his throat and raised an authoritative voice and used a tone he rarely spoke. 

     

    Galven: Mom. Open this door. Please acknowledge me or I’ll have security come. 

     

    Munger: ::leans in and whispers::  Can’t you just use your own command level authorization codes?     

     

    He raised his hand to shush her and then used his index finger to wiggle a hinted “not right now” as he glanced quickly over at her with a wink. 

     

    Galven: Computer. Are there any lifesigns present in my quarters? 

     

    Computer: Confirmed. There are two… one lifesign present. 

     

    Munger: Does it not know how many people?

     

    Galven: ::scratches his ridged chin:: We’ll have to get engineering to look at it. Computer. What’s the percentage of the lifesign’s readings?

     

    Computer: Ninety-four… sixteen percent. 

     

    Now, he didn’t really even know if the computer knew what it was talking about and was thinking that the percentage was probably in between those numbers. He took out his tricorder, then placed the end of it on the panel next to the door, then typed in his authorization codes. 

     

    GALVEN-GAMMA-ONE-SEVEN-DELTA

     

    The door slid open and he rushed inside to find his mother in the rec room sitting in a chair, facing towards the window. Although, once he walked around it almost didn’t look like her. She appeared to be much older and worse for wear. It didn’t take him long to figure what was going on. His facial expression must’ve made Andrea wonder what was going on as she [...]ed her head, walking more into the room. 

     

    Galven: Stay outside, Andrea.

     

    Munger: German, she requires medical attention. I’ll need to take he--

     

    Galven: That’s an order, Lieutenant. ::glances back with a stern expression:: 

     

    With a huff and holding both her hands up, then bringing them right back down, she shook her head and headed out. He could see her frustrations and confusion as she turned facepalming out of the apartment. German returned his attention to the much older Denobulan sitting in the chair. 

     

    Galven: What… When are you from?

     

    Old Aza: ::wearily smirks:: You’re smarter than I remember. ::slowly turns her head, glancing up at him:: Of course, you were. I raised you. 

     

    Galven: You didn’t answer my question. ::walks in front of her, obstructing the view outside the window:: When are you from?

     

    Old Aza: ::shakes her head:: I don’t need to tell you that. ::glances at the tricorder in his hands:: You’re more than capable of figuring that out yourself. ::smiles, then glances back up at him:: Just like when you first met Taelon. 

     

    Now, he didn’t really like being trolled and egged on by his mother, but it was worse when a future version of herself did it. He raised his tricorder and ran some initial temporal signature scans and at first, he thought it was a malfunction when the results illuminated on the screen. So he restarted it and redid the work again. 

     

    Old Aza: It’s going to read the same thing every time, German. 

     

    237 years old, 264704.17

     

    Galven: Why did you come back to this time period? 

     

    Aza: To stop you from what you’re about to do.

     

    ((End Flashback))

     

    ((German D. Galven Sr. Remembrance Garden, Denobula))

     

    While there was some downtime between his multiple medical procedures, German was told by a distant relative that his great great grandfather was buried next to the area where he had been killed by a wayward Klingon. As he read the plaque telling of his family's history in front of a large round garden, he recalled when his mother had traveled to his present. 

     

    Especially the words spoken by both current and future Denobulan women. Older Aza spoke of him in the past tense. 

     

    Old Aza: ::wearily smirks:: You’re smarter than I remember. ::slowly turns her head, glancing up at him:: Of course, you were. I raised you. 

     

    From the sound of it, German had a pretty good idea on what that meant for him. He wouldn't be alive at the time when his mother traveled to his present. Also the fact of the matter when his current mother tried to stop him from what he was going to do during the Borg mission and yet he still did it. 

     

    A little less than a month had gone by since he left the StarBase. Which meant that he was now at least thirty years older. He and a few other scientists were working around the clock, no pun intended, to get the temporal anomaly in his body back under control. 

     

    He would be lying to himself if he ever thought he wasn't worried about his situation. Fortunately for him, Denobulans had an average life span of 350 years and since he was around 63 years old, that meant he had a little less than two hundred, eighty days to go to find a cure. 

     

    The optimist in him was hopeful. 

     

    German sat down at a nearby bench and ran his hands through his hair, realizing he wanted to talk to a friend to get away from the strain of the stress he was under. It had been a few days since he spoke with Alora and reminded himself to get in touch with another. As he took out his personal PADD, he tapped the command to start a video call. 

     

    Sheila had been in her quarters on the Starbase. The crew’s traditional end of mission awards ceremony had been a few days ago. Since then her brain was still processing everything that had happened. Yet she hadn’t stopped to let her brain do the actual processing. Piles of paperwork needed doing now that she was CMO. Plus she had a new office to move into; a completely new space to get used to. However on this particular day the new CMO had been about ready to give up. Alistair had barked his head off all day any time she so much as moved. She had been about to crawl into bed when her computer went off. Sheila would have been irritated at such a disturbance if the call had been from work, after such a long day, yet seeing it was an old friend she smiled. German could never make her mad. So she grabbed her laptop and answered the call from bed. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= Hey. =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= Long time no see, stranger. ::smiles:: =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= How are you doing? =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= Oh, you know, living the life on my home planet. It's actually quite serene. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= I hope it’s a nice place. =/\=

     

    Sheila remembered when German and her went to the holodeck. He had shown her his home back on earth. She only hoped wherever German was, was just as nice. However playing on her mind was the fact he had left. Yet Sheila, in her heart of hearts, knew that whatever his reasons were they had been right for him. An act that Sheila herself knew all too well. It might have seemed strange to others around him despite the need for it all. 

     

    Galven: ::nods:: =/\= I'm enjoying it so far, but I'd rather be there with the crew. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= You didn’t say goodbye. =/\= 

     

    That was true. The only people he saw before he left were a select few which included Sal, Alora, Andrea, and Wyn. He couldn't bring himself to face the others because of his selfish actions during the mission. 

     

    Galven: ::runs his hand through his hair, sighing:: =/\= I know and I'm sorry. I haven't been in the right state of mind and was too ashamed. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= I know you're likely going through a lot. I respect your choices. You did what was best. ::Sheila had to do what was best, leaving herself too, once upon a time:: =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= I'm not sure if it was the best option for momentary leave. I don't know what would've been the best option. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= Tell me, what’s Denobula like? =/\=

     

    One of many things that he liked about Sheila was that she would sway the conversation elsewhere. Even though the main topic was still relevant, it was nice of his friend to talk about something else with him. 

     

    Galven: =/\= Incredible. Mostly due to the fact that the weather is at a constant temperature. A bit cold for some species I'd imagine. Also one would think the population would be rampant, but it's under control. =/\=

     

    Bailey herself actually didn’t mind a bit of cold weather despite having grown up in a humid environment. Actually, as strange as it was, the weather being a common, boring conversation starter, it was nice to hear about. Made her long for a bit of that crisp fresh air German described. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= The population? =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= Due to the multiple Denobulan marriages per household, the required amount of children is two per couple. It's not a law though so it's not necessarily strictly enforced. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= Oh. That’s much different than on Elaysia. =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= By the way, I heard that you made chief medical officer. Congrats! Have you been working more? =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= ::A slight blush formed at her friend's complement:: Thank you. A few long days as of late. =/\= 

     

    A short stinging pain caused him to lurch forward. German hadn't felt that before and it was coming from the right side of his temple. If he was able to describe the sensation, it would be as if he was having a migraine. As he regained composure, he had an idea and came back into the video frame. 

     

    Sheila leaned forward when German cried out. Now she was scared. Her sister’s had been in pain the last time she saw them; Sheila didn’t want the same for German. Plus it made her heart ache even more knowing her best friend was miles away. She couldn’t be there to make sure he pulled through any medical emergencies that came up. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= German! Are you okay? =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= I tripped on something. ::grimaces:: No need to worry. ::forces a smile:: I have sort of a medical question for you. =/\=

     

    oO Please don’t tell me bad news. Oo 

     

    Bailey: =/\= I’ll answer as best I can. =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= What is the pituitary adrenal system? =/\=

     

    The answer had a much more complicated answer than Sheila could likely give. The pituitary adrenal system was a connection of more than one system; the hypothalamus, the pituitary gland and the adrenal glands. These three systems connected to the brain acting on many important hormones in the body. Overall the pituitary adrenal system affected one’s reactions to stress as well as affecting digestion, the immune system, mood and emotions, sexuality, and energy storage and expenditure. It was not her major field of study yet it connected to so many systems in a person's body that it was best she knew the facts. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= In the short of it the pituitary adrenal system is made up of multiple systems. All of which affect the body’s hormones. Stress is a major factor. =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= Stress? That might be useful. Would you do me a big favor, Sheila? =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= Anything within reason of course. =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= Well, could you ask Taelon about the effects nanotechnology has on it? I wonder if my… the nervous system modulates the cortisol levels faster as some sort of rapid regeneration process within the pituitary cells. =/\= 

     

    German had a feeling that what he said was going to make Sheila wonder why he was talking about this. He also knew that she was going to give a plethora of information so he pulled up another page on the PADD and started to document their conversation through a voice to text feature. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= Cortisol, which is often known as the stress hormone regulates many bodily functions as you likely know. Sugar levels, the metabolism, reducing inflammation, and assisting with memory formulation. I’m not sure what you’re getting at. =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= Just humor me for the moment, please. It's important. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= ::At that Sheila went on giving information hoping at least some of it would be useful:: If one hormone in either system is off a lot functions can be affected. =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= And where does cortisol come into play? =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= Cortisol is made in the adrenal glands, which are located on top of the kidneys. A high level of cortisol can become a health condition called Cushing syndrome; which can cause weight gain in specific areas, slow healing and stretch marks. =/\= 

     

    That didn't sound too good. Weight gain would be okay being that he was fairly thin for his size, but the slow healing process wasn't exactly ideal. Now that he knew that, German made a mental note to be ready for anything. The pain he had just a few minutes ago was something else. He nodded at her to keep going. 

     

    Galven: =/\= How fast would the weight gain be? I imagine that the person affected would grow as well, right? =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= The relation to growth? It’s not clear the effects but extreme stress can, during fundamental periods of growth, can stunt it. =/\= 

     

    He noticed that a couple people, one being his son, were walking up the path towards him. The other was his primary physician. German nodded at them and lifted his index finger, signaling that he was almost done with his video call. They waited on the other side of the garden. He glanced back at Sheila, noticing she was in deep thought. 

     

    Sheila didn’t want to leave anything out. It was overall bad practice to leave facts out. Until you knew exactly what was going on every little thought, direction, would need to be shared, listed out to give a full picture of what was likely to happen. Now Sheila wasn’t going to lie, she was nervous. Nervous as to why her friend was asking her all about these medical topics. What possible trouble could he be in that he needed to know all this for? An experiment perhaps? Yeah, she went with that as it at least settled her nerves somewhat. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= I suppose that growth hormone, which is made in the pituitary gland, could affect the rate of cell division and growth. Since growth hormone comes from a protein formation and assists in stimulating growth, cell reproduction and cell regeneration. =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= Sounds like a lot of fun things to go through. ::sighs and then tries to force a smile:: You've been a wealth of knowledge, Sheila. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= I wouldn’t exactly call it fun. I’ll always be here to assist but is there anyway you’d tell me what’s going on? =/\=

     

    Galven: =/\= I don't want to say much, but what you told me, I hope that it can be reversed. ::glances over at Naylin and Vlottis, his physician, then back to Sheila:: I'm going to have to cut this short, but I'll definitely get a hold of you again. =/\=

     

    Bailey: =/\= You better, I don’t want you to disappear on me. Ever! =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= You'll see me again once I'm all better, Sheila. By the way, I accidentally left my ferret in my quarters. Take good care of him and don't you worry about a thing. Oh, and one more thing. =/\=

     

    German really hoped that he wasn't lying to her about seeing him again. All of the valuable information she gave him was giving the Denobulan more encouragement, yet still scared about the outcome if he wasn't going to make it. Fortunately, he was on a planet where science ruled over anything else. 

     

    Sheila felt it was a very Geram personality trait to forget things. It was likely too that he had left in a rush; sometimes doing what was most important was like that. Maybe it was a blessing that the little creature had been left behind; something that she could hold on to. Yet it made her heart ache. All their medical talk had indirectly let her know that when German came back he wasn’t going to be the same. Of course people changed, it was a fact of life, yet in this situation it did feel like she was going to lose a part of her best friend. In the meantime, with so much distance between them, they could only keep staying strong; let the circumstances be turned into something positive. 

     

    Bailey: =/\= Yes? =/\= 

     

    Galven: =/\= Take good care of yourself and don't take anything for granted. What you have there with the crew is something we have special. It's going to be our one year anniversary on that glorious StarBase in just a few days. Keep making memories. =/\= 

     

    Bailey: =/\= Happy anniversary. I’ll have something in your honor to celebrate. German, ::sad smile:: you stay strong yourself, whatever you’re going through, make sure you don’t forget what you’re fighting for. You come back to us now you hear. I’m going to have a lot to update you on. =/\= 

     

    When the call ended Sheila wanted to cry. The situation was extremely similar to what she experienced with her sisters. Granted back then she had been in German’s position. Having to leave, heal, not sure when to return. She hadn’t seen her sisters in years, not even a video call. Yet she knew too that German was strong enough to pull through. Long distance was hard and now that he was back home on Denobula Sheila trusted him to find a support system there for him. For Sheila too she would spend the time until his return building up her own strong support. When German does come back she would be ready to support him too as not only his doctor, if that’s what he chooses, but more importantly his friend. 

     

    With a smile and a wave and the video link faded away, he turned to Naylin and Vlottis after he saved the notes taken into a file. German now knew somewhat of his situation and needed to get his stress levels down, but how would be the best question. Before he could get to his son, he stumbled a little which caused some kind of problem as he started to collapse. Naylin ran over, trying to catch his father who was trying his best to shield the PADD by pressing it into his chest. The pain started again and it was just too much for German, causing him to pass out right in the middle of his family's remembrance garden. 

     

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    Lieutenant German Galven

    Science Officer 

    StarBase 118 - USS Narendra 

    V239507GG0 

     

     

    Lieutenant Sheila Bailey

    Chief Medical Officer

    Starbase 118 Ops

    M239512BG0

     

    No woman should ever suffer at the hands of men - Sara Lance; Legends Of Tomorrow

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  6. I chose other because while I love the rivalries between Picard/Janeway and the Borg Queen, I'm going to have to say between Picard and Q. Mainly for the fact that Q was a pain in Picard's side each time he appeared on TNG. Q's antics were more for Picard to learn a lesson, but the ways he went around it caused everyone to be in danger. 

  7. 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.   

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  8. 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

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    @Kudon: It is possible that our detection Breather might be able to pick up the gas in a flyover.  Not likely, but possible.

    Galven: Relay the sensor grid with a… which was it.. A metaphasic sweep or a recalibration sweep?   

    @Rustyy_Hael Nijil raised a brow at the Denobulan commander, but said nothing. Instead he let someone who very much knew what she was talking a

    @Solaris: An oblique sweep should be fine, better than what we currently have anyway.

    Galven: That’d work even better!

     

    Clearly German has no idea how Klingon shuttlecrafts work 😂

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    Galven: Well, the only other question I have is why is Taelon a civilian when he’s clearly meant to be an officer?
     
    Taelon opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to answer; his position behind Taybrim gave him some reassurance, and before he could panic, Taybrim had cut in.
     
    Taybrim: Taelon has been a Lt Commander and Chief Science Officer on this very base before.  However with some undercover missions his commission was revoked.  That said.  ::He turned towards Taelon:: We now have distance from Earth and I have the capability to reinstate your commission, if not your full rank, if you so choose.
     
    Taelon: W-what?
     
    Taelon gawked at Taybrim, shocked, but not unpleasantly so - his large eyes went wide, and he swallowed, blinking rapidly. They could - he could come back, completely?

     

    @Taelon be like

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