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  1. I couldn't not put an appreciation for this, such a fun sim from @Toryn Raga - who's taking bets on the winner?
  2. Second part to @Drex0379's story that gives some good insight into family dynamics. IC: ((Bajor Capital, Some Hotel, Drex’s room)) Ayra’s reaction did not surprise Drex. And it was the main reason he waited so long to call her. He bit his lower lip and waited for her sister to finish her list of invectives. When she finally took her breath he dared to reply. Drex: I’m sorry. oO She forgot a couple of names this time Oo I just arrived here and didn’t really do anything yet, I cannot ask to leave now. I told you. You should have organized it before I graduate… Ayra: I did! :: She interrupted him :: And you could not come, either! Drex frowned, his mouth half opened. oO What had been the excuse back then? Oo Drex: I-I couldn't make it. Ayra sighed and moved his gaze away from his brother. Drex could imagine her thinking and felt guilty. He was using his job as an excuse, he surely could ask and perhaps received a positive answer, but he was not even going to try. Drex: I'm not the helmsman of my life right now, you know. I have a lot of people to answer to. I oO That's not an option Drex, don't say it! Oo Maybe... but I don't guarantee anything, if I'll be off duty... maybe I can call in and take part in the ceremony from the Station. She kept silent for a few seconds, but they seemed hours to Drex. He knew her too well. He could tell any single word passing through her mind, or at least he could tell the main meaning of those words, and he did not like any one of them this time. And he knew he was an open book to her as well. oO I shouldn’t call Oo He sighed lightly. Ayra: Is it the truth, Drex? :: She returned to face the screen :: Or something happened with Gar? Drex shocked his head. Drex: No, I like Gar. I know him and you’ll be fine, I’m sure. :: His tone dropped oO Tell her! Oo :: It’s not about you and Gar, you know I’m happy if you are hap… Ayra: Is it dad, isn’t it!!!?? She raised her tone. It sounded almost triumphant at Drex’s ears. Ayra: Oh… :: She pointed at him :: I can believe you’re still mad at him! Drex: I’m not mad at him, but you can imagine what will happen if I show up. :: He replied :: Ayra: So? Are you going to wait until he'll get old enough to lose his memories? It will take a couple of centuries or more! :: she snorted :: I promise you, he will leave you alone. Drex: You cannot promise me this, but thanks :: he smiled a little :: I don’t want your day ruined because of me, Ayra. Ayra: You should let me decide about this. Drex: Please… let it be. I know I have to settle the matter with dad, I will. When he’ll be ready to listen to me. She lifted her eyebrows. Ayra: It will take more than two hundred years, then. :: She commented ironically :: Com’on Drex. He just wants you to be happy… I’m not saying I approve of what he told you, but… Drex: Please, stop. :: He raised his right hand to ask her to silence :: You were not there. I have all the rights to be mad at him. Ayra: He’s just worried. Drex: I understand that, but he should know me. He should respect my choices. Ayra: He is proud of you. Drex looked away. Was he really proud? He was once, I knew it because he had told him so. But now? He did not want him to join the Fleet. He did not explain his reason he was tough. Drex could just imagine it had something to do with his uncle, but Jorx never really said a word. Ayra: You have five weeks. I want my twin with me. Please, try to be here. The Ensign returned to look at his sister. She made a sweet smile. Drex nodded. But he was not convinced. Drex: I have to go. I’ll call you, I swear. Ayra: I love you. Drex: I love you, too He closed the call and stared at the black screen. oO Oh, good job, Drex! Very smart of you. She will talk to him now. If this was the plan you could have told her months ago. Oo Drex: Oh, shut up! I will call him! I'll make things right. But not today. He pushed back the chair and stood up. He looked at the window. It was night. He grabbed a jacket and walked to the door and left the room. Drex: Some fresh air will help. END ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14
  3. Doctor @Quentin Beck getting hit with the Universal Translator Malfunction to speak pig Latin. 😂
  4. So I'm sharing this one for a particular reason. @Tony, aka VAiru once again has managed to rip our hearts out and stomp all over them, I'm sure he takes a delight in doing this. Throughout the latter half of this mission, Ensign Nilsen was a part of the away team led by Commander Rouiancet to contact a lost Bajoran people of some 65,000 years old who are now in a non-corporeal form. To help make contact happen, Nilsen allowed them to store his consciousness in a safe space (a mindscape host by Commodore V'Airu) while the Bajorans used his body and voice to communicate, Unfortuanlly they had to cut this short and they tried to return Nilsen to his body but they were too slow. Nilsen collapsed in front of Rouiancet & Brzezinski and returned to the Oumuamua unconscious. Sickbay has been trying to find a way to bring his consciousness back ever since. It's just one line at the end of this sim but because of it we get the most wonderful insight into the Commander's mindset and who she is as a person. As everyone rushes to Commodore V'Airu as she yells out, they seem to forget about the ensign. Except Rouiancet who makes her way over to Nilsen and quietly whispers "C'mon, Ensign." That one moment is louder than a shout, we really get to feel her worry, her pain and the quiet hoping that she doesn't lose one under her commander. To say this moment made me pause and my eyes water a little would be an understatement. Regardless of what you think of the wreckless ensign who always seems to make bad choices, in this one moment, you are, along with Rouiancet saying "C'mon, Ensign." and begging all of the gods that he pulls through.
  5. A lovely sim from Denali's resident Denobulan - @Drex0379 ((Bajor Capital, Some Hotel, Drex’s room)) Drex sat on the bench in the small balcony of the room he had rented in the capital. It had been a chaotic few days and this was the first time he had been able to relax alone. It was a sunny late afternoon. Some birds were flying high in the sky, heading for their nest in the nearby woods. The square was crowded, people chatting around a bar table and a few children running around, chasing each other in a happy game. The shadows grew longer, evening was now falling. The place became deserted, and where cheerful shouts had been heard a few minutes earlier, there was now only silence. Only a couple sat on the border of the central fountain. They held each other's hands, their heads touching as they spoke softly to each other. Now and then a smile lit up one or the other or both their faces. The light of the dying sun dyed the air an orange-pink. The colors suddenly became more vivid in the Denobulan's eyes. Drex wondered the content of the talking of the two, but he was too distant to hear or to interpret the movement of their lips. How old could they be? How old was he the last time he held a hand that same way? It was a long time ago. Her name was Trella. She was the half-sister of the cousin of the nephew of his math teacher. Drex smiled at the memories. He could not say that she was beautiful, but she had a strong personality, and she had the happiest laugh he had ever heard. Ayra had mocked him for weeks, only stopping when she herself had fallen in love with the man who was later to become his first husband. And in a few weeks, she was going to get married again. oO You should call her. You know she is waiting for your call Oo Drex: I definitely should. :: he answered himself :: The square was deserted and the night was taking over the day. Drex stood up and went inside. He stopped by the desk and took a look at the video terminal. oO The more you wait the worst it get Oo With a deep breath he slided the chair backward and let himself drop on it. Drex: I can’t imagine how it can worse… :: he mumbled tapping on the device and started the call :: The face of a black hair Denobulan woman appeared on the screen. A thin bracelet with colored thread inserts on her left wrist caught Drex’s attention. He smiled for a second. She was still wearing it. It was a little damaged by age and the lighter colors had gone grey, but it definitely was the present he made her for her tenth birthday. Her greeting was not warm at all, so the delight lasted only the blink of an eye. Ayra: It was about time, Drex! :: she scolded him immediately :: were you waiting to receive your nephew’s first picture? Drex: Are you pregnant?!? :: he asked a little bit too loud with incredulity :: The woman narrowed her eyes and lifted her right hand waving it in front of the screen. Drex could have sworn he heard the unspoken insult loud and clear. Ayra: No, but as far as you know, I could and you haven’t called in weeks! oO Is that another insult, isn’t? Oo That was true, and five or six good reasons came to his mind. Drex: You could call… It was an useless try he knew and she interrupted him in mid-sentence Ayra: Don’t you dare, Drex! You’re the one who left. And that was definitely true. Drex: Are we going to discuss the whole call? :: he gave her a slight smile :: You know better than to accuse me. Ayra took a deep breath and nodded Ayra: Yes, better than you, that’s for sure. :: She tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her left ear. :: Where are you now? Her voice took on a sweeter tone and so did her gaze. No matter what, they were siblings and twins and they were very fond of each other. No matter what Drex had done or what Ayra had said, they could not be apart from each other for more than a certain amount of time. Drex: Bajor. oO We are on shore leave. Oo Ayra: Oh… I understood from mom you were assigned to a starbase, did not think it was Deep Space 9. Drex: I’m not assigned here :: He denied with a movement of his head :: And Denali Station is not a Starbase. It’s a settlement on an artificial world. Well it’s more like tons of worlds put together :: he used his hands to better describe the idea :: it’s a huge ring rotating around a star. But it was abandoned long ago and we have to explore it all now. Ayra: Sounds interesting :: she smiled :: I see it from your face you like it. Drex nodded. Drex: Yes, I do :: he returned the smile :: you know I do not like ships that much. I’ve been lucky with my first assignment. And the XO and the first science officer were both trainer officers at my finals. Ayra: Which of the two is the one who failed you? :: she chuckled:: Drex: Aehm... the XO, but he did not fail me… I was not in his team actually. Ayra: Yeah yeah, as long as you believe it… :: she grinned:: So, when are you coming home? Drex: I don’t know. And before you ask, I probably won't make it to your next wedding. Ayra: DREX!!!! NT / TBC ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14 --
  6. A great sim from Seth who just recently joined us. In this sim, Seth beams down to Andoria and meets up with another of our Trill officers, @Torvi Ylvor, and over drinks they get to know one another. Ensign Seth Xilan - Skol! - I guess? (google.com)
  7. For the first time ever, @Quentin Beck is someone who can claim they have an allergy to counseling and mean it 😂
  8. @Wil Ukinix is at it again with the Ukinix cousins' humourous dynamic. Love seeing these two interact. There was no one point in this sim that doesn't deserve a position on the appreciations thread.
  9. Just a lovely sim from Denali's Ensign Z'Vahme. 🙂❤️ (( Z’Vahme’s temporary quarters, Deep Space Nine )) The most luxurious things are usually the most simple. Z’Vahme felt this to be especially true this evening. He was lounging on pillows cushioning him from the floor, with his back propped up against the couch. The coffee table beside him had been made into a buffet, with appetizers and desserts from a dozen different cultures. Laying across the couch was one Tommy Uemura. He was clad in loungewear and smelled faintly of cinnamon and tobacco. One hand was draped across Z’Vahme’s chest, the other held a PADD that he read Wharton aloud from. Uemura: “I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.” Try as he might, the feelings that the words conjured in Z’Vahme’s mind would no longer be repressed. A flood of emotions carried him away, tears spilling down his face unbidden and unwanted, but there nonetheless. It was like that sometimes. The weight of holding his emotions back, allowing only a little to trickle out here and there. But occasionally a purge had to happen. Those feelings had to be allowed a moment of freedom. And as they washed over the Vulcan’s heart and mind, just for a moment it felt as if they might drown him entirely. Tommy was at his side in an instant, pulling Z’Vahme to his chest. The Vulcan focused on the slow cadence of Tommy’s pulse, using the sound to drown out all the anxiety and fear that he had faced in the last few weeks. The worry of being parted, even for a cause as worthy as Starfleet, had taken more of a toll on Z’Vahme than he had let on. After a few moments, he found the strength to raise his head and speak. Z’Vahme: I’m so sorry… Tommy cupped his chin and directed it until they locked eyes. His expression was somehow both stern and filled with love. Uemura: Don’t you apologize to me. Not for this. The whole universe sees your mask. The brilliant, shy, beautiful Vulcan who just wants to help make life better for everyone. But I’m the only one who gets to see behind the mask. And what’s lurking underneath isn’t the horrible monster you imagine. He’s even more beautiful, because he’s real. In that moment more than any other, Z’Vahme knew that he had found his mate. Tommy understood his character perfectly, despite Z’Vahme knowing he couldn’t fully articulate his feelings. He loved him not in spite of his flaws, but because they made him who he was. He kissed Tommy before getting to his feet and walking to the washroom to dab cold water on his face. His hands were still a bit shaky, but he felt better. Strong enough to do what he knew was best. He reached into his toiletry bag and grabbed a rectangular box. Returning to the couch, he sat facing the human with a strange expression on his face. Z’Vahme: Do you have any plans for tomorrow, my love? Tommy eyed him curiously, trying to gauge his mood. Just for that moment, Z’Vahme made sure he was unreadable. Uemura: Nothing too pressing…. Why? The Vulcan pulled the box out of his robe pocket, opening it slowly and methodically as he spoke. Z’Vahme: If you’re not terribly busy, I was wondering if you’d have time to marry me? Relieved of its lid, the box revealed a thin bracelet made from Pentharian silver and Vissian turquoise. The two materials were woven together into a flat bangle, and inscribed on top was the word “Beloved” in the scrolling, elegant font of Golic Vulcan. Z’Vahme: Were I less in love with you, I could speak about it more readily. But…you remain everything to me. I made this months ago and have been struggling in vain to come up with the perfect scenario to give it to you. The Vulcan finally looked up, his eyes locking with Tommy’s. It was the human’s turn to break, but he did so with much more grace and acceptance than Z’Vahme. Tommy wiped at his cheek with his palm and then nodded in a comically over-animated way. Uemura: Uh…yeah, I guess I could clear up my schedule… Both men broke out into embarrassed laughter. They shared a kiss before speaking again. Uemura: I feel like I’ve been bamboozled. I thought I was getting the big, tough Vulcan who could protect me from everything. You’re just as big of a sap as I am! How are the pair of us supposed to exchange vows? The Vulcan in question broke out into more laughter. Z’Vahme: Bamboozled, eh? Perhaps you should call the High Command and tell them your Vulcan is defective. Maybe you can get a refund. Tommy wiggled his brows, a roguish look on his face Uemura: Or a replacement model. You know I’m partial to emotionally unavailable men with… The rest of his clever quip was silenced by another kiss. There would be a lifetime of opportunities for Tommy to tease his Vulcan. And that lifetime would start tomorrow. ——— Ensign Z’Vahme Science Officer Denali Station D240011Z12
  10. Trigger warning: self harm There are themes that are difficult to address, but to do so with elegance and delicacy and to do so in a way that shows us the development of the characters, their relationships and how they are as people and officers requires a very high level of excellence. As @Karrod Niac and @VLen Kel show here. Excellent work guys, we'll see how the Ronie's Pike & McCoy evolve Part 1: Part 2:
  11. Ferengis are are insufferably charming if well-written, and @Ian OConnor delivers here. Good work!u ((Shared Crew Quarters of Ensign Poagie and Acting Ensign k’Oar-€l )) It was weird sharing a cabin with cylindrical tube. Poagie knew that there was actually a living being in said tube but that didn’t make it any less weird. Actually, it was just creepy. The metal contraption reminded him of some combination of a human coffin and galvanized waste receptacle. Sometimes the thing would just gurgle in the middle of the night waking poor Poagie up. The thing seemed to cycle like that every few hours. There had been no restful sleeps since the monstrosity was deposited in the cabin. The gurgling wasn’t even the worst of it though. During that same cycling, the windows on the tube emitted something that could only be described as a sort of bio-luminescent laser light show that strobed the whole room in a disco ball effect. To top it all off, there was also the barrel. Poagie was told that it was sealed up, air-tight, but there was no way that could be true. Not with the pungent aroma that centered from that spot. It was as if someone combined three-week-old moldy wet sweat socks with rancid sardine chum and then burned it. The awful smell permeated everything in the room. Even everything that was replicated stunk like bad seafood. It was unacceptable. Even worse, it was unprofitable. Poagie had at first tried the obvious steps to rectify the solution., as any self-respecting Ferengi would do. Unfortunately, no one on the Ronin or Star Base 33 was willing to buy, lease or even purchase shares of the barrel. Neither would anyone take the tube as collateral that he could "lose" at dabo. Even his attempt to sublet the cabin to some Edosian third shift maintenance engineer fell through at the last minute. Poagie suspected sabotage on that one. Night after night of no sleep began wearing on Poagie heavily. He was making bad investments, diversifying the wrong assets, losing latnum! He was driven to utter desperation. So, Nagus forgive him, Poagie then dug into his own sunny-day stash to try to pay someone to switch cabins. This too failed. Word had apparently gotten out and it seemed as no monetary amount would entice other crew members to be reasonable. It was maddening. He decided to try circling back to another earlier tactic, going back to the source of who assigned him to these wretched quarters in the first place. Maybe if he upped the ante just a little more he’d wear her down. He composed himself then tapped his comm badge. Poagie: =/\= Ensign Poagie to Mistress Ico. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= I was just reaching out to see if you’d liked the ::coughs as if choking on the word:: gift...that I sent you. I must admit I’m not very good at judging lobe sizes in humans. I hope it’ll fit even if your lobes shrink in the cold. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Oh yes of course, dear, of course. Oh and by the way since we’re chatting, I don’t suppose you’ve had time to process through… I mean reconsider my request for room reassignment. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Oh, I see. :: he didn’t:: =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Yes, yes, my lovely. I understand. :: he didn’t:: I don’t want to keep you but...just one more thing before I go…hypothetically speaking, if you had to choose between an emerald and a ruby, which would you choose? =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\=Personally, I think emeralds set on a sterling chain would complement your radiant eyes but what do I know of such things, eh? =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Thank you again for letting me take up this portion of your precious time. Have a wonderful rest of your day Mistress Ico. =/\= Ico: Optional Response oO Darn her and her backward Bajoran morality. Oo He’d have to get both gemstones. So it was off to the shops on DS33. At least he’d be out of this room for a while and if he could clear the fatigue from his lobes, maybe, just maybe Poagie could figure out a way to break even on this shopping trip. oO Break even?! By the Great Rules of Acquisition I’ve gone mad!!! Oo So caught up in his woe, Poagie failed to hear the wake alarm sounding from the metallic tube as he left his quarters. TAG/ TBC ---------------------------------------- Ensign Poagie Science Officer / Ametuer Alchemist USS Ronin NCC-34523 R240009IO4
  12. @Karen Stendhal has such an incredible knack for describing...well, pretty much everything, but especially hot drinks! The touch of the actual recipe at the end of the sim on this one was just *chef's kiss*. ((Starbase 118 Ops - Main Sickbay)) Stendhal: What else I can do for you Doctor? Marsh: I would love to try a coffee that is native to Betazed to keep me focused while I heal my patient Head Nurse Stendhal. Do you think you can handle that for me? Karen Stendhal considered Madison's request with a thoughtful expression as she approached the replicator in the bustling sickbay. A slight smile played on her lips as she envisioned creating a coffee that would not only meet Madison's request but also surpass her expectations. Stendhal: Computer, replicate a Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee. As the replicator hummed to life, Karen's mind focused on the intricacies of the blend she was about to create. She pondered the nuances of each ingredient, recalling the unique properties of Betazed Blue Beans and the telepathic mint leaves that would infuse the brew with their refreshing essence. The hum of the replicator intensified, and Karen couldn't help but add a touch more Telepathic Mint Leaves, contemplating the potential synergies with Madison's empathic abilities. A subtle adjustment of the Lunar Spice Essence followed, as Karen imagined the warmth it would bring to Madison's senses during those critical moments of patient care. Stendhal: Computer, a dash of extra Harmonizing Honey, please. Her fingers danced over the replicator interface, ensuring that the harmonizing properties of the honey would create a soothing backdrop to Madison's demanding duties. Karen couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the aromatic brew materialized before her. She also replicated a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. With the finished Zentharian Focus Betazoid Coffee in hand, Karen turned to Madison, a glint of pride in her eyes. Stendhal: Here you go, Doctor Marsh. A Zentharian Focus Brew, specially crafted to keep you sharp and focused during your healing endeavors. May it bring you the clarity and tranquility of Betazed. She offered the cup to Madison with a knowing smile, curious to see how the unique blend would be received by the dedicated doctor. Marsh: Oh and please have dinner ready when I arrive at your quarters later. Karen shrugged with a touch of her natural innocence, nodding and smiling broadly, taking it quite literally. On Betazed, this reaction would be considered normal, given their forthright honesty, as they could read each other's minds and feelings. So she caught Madison's playful wink and couldn't help but smile. The camaraderie between them was always a source of joy for Karen, and she appreciated the lighthearted moments they shared. As Madison mentioned their upcoming dinner plans, Karen's thoughts turned to the delightful evening they were about to spend together. Of course, Wethern, Nijil, and Hopper would also be invited. They are welcome to join if they would like to. Stendhal: Of course, Madison. I'll make sure dinner is ready and waiting for you. She responded with a warm assurance, her mind already considering the menu and the ingredients she would need. Karen appreciated these moments of connection with Madison, and the prospect of a shared meal only added to the anticipation. As the exchange continued, Karen was careful to match Madison's playful tone, knowing that their banter was a cherished aspect of their friendship. Stendhal: Anything specific you're in the mood for, or shall I surprise you? Marsh: ? As Madison approached the final burn, Karen couldn't help but admire her colleague's skill and dedication. Marsh: One more burn to repair, and then I will draw up a post-op treatment plan for our patient. Karen's response was measured, acknowledging the critical phase they were entering. She considered the intricate details of the post-operative treatment plan, envisioning the comprehensive care that would follow to ensure the patient's continued recovery. Stendhal: These plasma burns don't seem typical. Is there something suspicious about them, or am I mistaken? Marsh: ? Stendhal: Do you need more coffee or something else to help with the patient? ::She quickly checked Nijii's whereabouts; it would be better if he didn't overhear this.:: Just don't ask me to sing please, it would kill the patient. She smiled. Marsh: ? Stendhal: Here is the Zentharian coffee recipe! Karen handed Madison a pad with the coffee recipe: Zentharian Focus Coffee Recipe. Ingredients: Betazed Blue Beans: These coffee beans are native to Betazed and are known for their unique blue hue. They are carefully cultivated in the rich soil of Betazed and are said to have natural properties that promote mental clarity. Telepathic Mint Leaves: Sourced from a special mint plant on Betazed that is believed to enhance telepathic abilities. The mint leaves add a refreshing and uplifting flavor to the coffee while providing a subtle mental boost. Harmonizing Honey: Collected from the native Betazoid honeybee, this honey is infused with the essence of Betazed flowers known for their calming and harmonizing effects on the mind. Lunar Spice Essence: A touch of this spice, harvested during the full moon on Betazed, adds a hint of warmth and stimulates cognitive functions. Preparation: Grind the Betazed Blue Beans to a medium coarseness. Brew the coffee using a traditional Betazoid coffee press, allowing the rich flavors to meld. Add a pinch of Telepathic Mint Leaves to the coffee, stirring gently to release their essence. Sweeten the brew with a teaspoon of Harmonizing Honey, adjusting to taste. Finish by infusing a few drops of Lunar Spice Essence for an extra layer of complexity. Serving Suggestion: Serve the Zentharian Focus Brew in a special Betazoid ceramic cup designed to enhance the sensory experience. Marsh: ? TAGS/TBC -- ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================
  13. Just.... just @Karrod Niachere for you, ladies and gentlemen. XD ((Officers Gymnasium, 0230 hours, Deck 5, USS Ronin)) Having sustained only injuries to his posterior and his pride Karrod dropped into tight fighting stance and began launching exploratory blows, trying to keep the viper quick Vulcan on the back foot. His already exhausted arms protested the fresh abuse as he tossed a series of jabs that were a lot slower than he'd hoped. He faded back from his assault a step and shook out his arms, trying to get blood where it needed to be in a hurry. Alieth: Tired already, Karrod? I would have expected a better performance. Outwardly Karrod scowled as he dropped into a deeper stance but within he felt strangely light. For the first time since coming to the gym he could feel himself relaxing, his mind settling as he put aside everything and focused solely on his opponent. Raga: Hmm. Speaking of performances. Am I judging a sparring match or a Vulcan dance off? He cast a sour glance in the direction of his soon to be former first officer. Niac: Isn't there some paddwork you should be doing? Karrod felt his muscles finally loosening and he dropped low, closing the distance to Alieth in a heartbeat. He fell back on experience and instead of wasting energy trying to connect with Alieth, he began directing her, closing off her avenues of escape with blow after blow until she found herself getting pushed back to the mats edge. In the moment her focus wavered between her guard and her footing, Karrod snuck in a left jab that connected with an iron hard cheekbone. She'd brought her hands up at the last moment and encircled his wrist but didn't try to grapple him, instead pressing fingers into the joint. Raga: I believe the challenge was to be pushed off the mat, or put on the mat. Not bludgeon each other. ::He smirked:: Especially when said hit pushes you off the mat. Point for the Captain. Alieth: A fair point, indeed. Karrod smiled and stepped back, drawing his left hand back but finding it strangely numb and unresponsive. The sensation radiated up along his arm until his entire forearm felt uncomfortably limp. He lifted his left arm with his right hand and when he released, it flopped back bonelessly against his side. Niac: I swear this never happens to me. The chuckle from his XO was entirely too amused for Karrod's taste as he fruitlessly rubbed his shoulder. Alieth: As I told you, V'Shan. :: That twinkle in her eye appeared again:: It includes a thorough use of the pressure points to target the opponent's nervous system. Worry not, in a few hours you will be able to close your hand again. Raga: On that note. ::He glanced up slightly:: =/\= Raga to Sickbay. Please have someone on standby. The Captain and Second Officer are sparring in the Gymnasium on Deck Five. =/\= Karrod felt himself breathing hard from the effort but kept a tight smile on his face and his eyes on Alieth. The small greenish welt that was forming on her cheek was little reward for a limp and useless arm but it was a small salve on his pride. Niac: Pfft, nothing to worry about Mr. Raga, I don't feel a thing. Literally. Alieth: Response Raga: One point a piece. Three rounds, remember Alieth? ::He smiled impishly:: Unless you’d like to concede? Karrod raised his one good arm and flexed his fingers. He lowered it and shifted his shoulders, his limp arm swinging like a meaty flail. Niac: I've got plenty to work with, Toryn. You're not getting out of this that easily Alieth. Alieth: Response Raga: Back to your sides then. ::He waited for several moments:: Begin. The two of them rushed forward and met in the center of the mat as Karrod twisted to keep his useless arm from getting in the way. He poured what little energy he had left into fending off her snaps and attempts to grab at him, ducking away at the last moment more than once as she went for a leg lock or another shoulder throw. His focus had narrowed so completely that he entirely missed Doctor Kel's arrival. What he didn't miss was the Doctor's entirely aggrieved tone. Kel: How long has this been going on? Raga: Response Sweating and breathing hard, Karrod dropped back a step and got his single useful arm back up. He kept his attention focused on Alieth and smirked. Niac: Starting to see how you ended up with a tattoo that says 'she-devil' in Klingon. Alieth: Response Niac: Oh, it's in your personnel file. ::Karrod settled deeper into his stance:: After you, boQDu'! Karrod had poked the bear and was instantly on the defense as Alieth snuck under his guard and slammed a shoulder into his ribcage, causing him to grunt and stagger back as he struggled for breath. Kel: ::throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated:: I just fixed those ribs!!! Karrod winced as he tried to cover his battered side with a useless arm and called out. Niac: You did a great job Doctor, they barely cracked this time. He was mostly kidding. Raga/Alieth: Response Karrod feinted back twice as if losing his balance but shifted his momentum at the last moment, drawing Alieth in so close she was off balance and momentarily vulnerable. He wrenched his shoulders as hard as he could and swung his limp arm like a great meaty flail, smacking Alieth full in the face with the totality of his limp forearm. She staggered back from the weighty blow with a small stream of green blood trickling from her nose. Kel: ::sighs, looks at Raga:: I went to great lengths to make sure her blood composition was perfect after she nearly disintegrated. Niac: Trust me Doc, her blood is fine. Maybe a little too good honestly. Next time try to slow her down a little. Raga/Alieth: Response Both fighters backed off, giving one another a small reprieve where they circled around the edge of the mat, preparing whatever final assault they could come up with. Karrod considered his options, having to admit that Alieth was younger, fitter, stronger and clearly had a formidable amount of talent. An ancient human turn of phrase sprang into his mind and he chuckled to himself. Niac: Alieth, have you ever heard of the greatest defense against youth and ability? Raga/Alieth: Response Kel: Oh no, this is for me. ::touches hypo to his neck:: I feel a headache coming on. Niac: Tell you? I'd rather show you. Raga/Alieth: Response Karrod darted in with the remainder of his strength and threw in a jab that was nearly identical to the one that had snuck through her defenses before. He wasn't surprised when she caught it easily and had in fact depended on it. While she was momentarily focused on disabling his other arm he pivoted, wrapping her in a bear hug and lifting her off before falling forward, using the totality of his weight to pin the wriggling Vulcan to the mat with a massive thud. He tried shifting to the side, suddenly worried the young woman would get smothered, and discovered that with two arms that were numb to the shoulders he had no leverage at all. Beneath him he could feel Alieth squirming and yelling into the mat in protest. Beck: Don't tell me - you're filming Rocky 5000 and you need someone to fill in as a cutter. Flopping like a beached cetacean Karrod called out to the growing crowd of onlookers. Niac: I hope one of you brought a crane because there's no way in hell I can get up. Raga/Alieth/Kel/Beck: response Karrod chuckled as the three of them wrestled him into a sitting position, his arms dangling uselessly by his sides. Niac: All things considered I think we can call that a draw, Alieth. That is, if the referee agrees. Raga/Alieth: response Niac: Well Doctor I suppose this will make an interesting update for your medical log. 'CO rendered armless in sparring match.' Kel/Beck: Response Tags/TBC! ((Only adding a few tags since this one is getting pretty long - great job everybody!)) ================================ Commander Karrod Niac Commanding Officer USS Ronin - NCC-34523 V239509GT0
  14. Love this from @Oddas Aria. So wholesome. 😊 ((Ijo House, Hathon, Bajor)) oO You fly a starship halfway across the galaxy, manage a city, and can rebuild most things with your bare hands - but you cannot remember there are different timezones. Oo It was dark on the street, very late at night or very early in the morning depending on your perspective, and she was considered turning away. The stone steps in front of her leading up half a flight to the front door were not well illuminated at this hour, but she knew them as well as or better than her childhood home. In fact, after a point, she spent more time here than she did the other several blocks over. From her vantage, she could look up and see the window that was Alea's, who's smiling expectant face she still expected to see peering down at her. Aria pulled out a PADD and was about to send a note, letting the Ijos know she had gone to the restaurant in the market which catered to early risers, when there was shuffling inside - just behind the large circular door. Aria returned the PADD to her jacket pocket, and adjusted her duffel, preparing for what was next. Ijo (Cada): Aria! The woman's high, sweet voice pierced the morning before the officer could react, and before she could fully prepare for the embraced that ensued. She was several centimeters shorter than her husband, but the ferocity of the gesture was unmatched - knocking Aria back several centimeters. Aria, not one for physical affection, found herself for the second time in two days, by the same family, feeling like she had come home. Oddas: Cada! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late, I can come back later. Cada: And I can beat you with a stick. The woman laughed and took Aria by the hand, dragging her in through the door. The smell of food, cooking, wafted through. Aria never cooked, but Cada did - Alea did - and there was nothing that reminded the Bajoran of happiness and being home than being in a kitchen and cooking. Cada had told Alea to teach Aria to cook when things had looked like they were going to start a family, but, that had been cut short. oO Or you're just feeling nostalgic. Oo Aria dragged her bag through the doorway and was heading for the stairs when Cada spoke up again, motioning for the small table in the kitchen reserved for snacks, breakfasts, and gossip. Cada: Leave that there! Teevin can get it when he wakes up. Oddas: ::rolling her eyes:: He's retired now, you know. For that matter, so are you. Cada slid a plate of food in front of her - pastry, fruit, and some sausage - with coffee. Cada: What do you think housewives do when they retire? The older woman said it with a smirk, Aria for her part shook her head. Cada was anything but a simple 'housewife', and though Aria could never get quite a straight answer directly from her, the discreet inquiries she had made in the intelligence circles were always met with a bit of professional discretion. Oddas: ::snorting:: Is this real Columbian coffee? You really shouldn't have gone through the trouble. Cada, who had been moving about in the kitchen and gathering her own plate, stopped and gave the younger woman a playful look. Cada: Trouble? To find your favorite coffee and ship it in? ::chuckle:: Next, ask me about the Vulcan Spring Tea and the spicey plomeek soup. Aria had been about to cut the sausage in front of her, stopping to look at Cada sternly for as long as she could before shaking her head. Oddas: Subtle. Cada: Not give her the day off? The Ijos had met Stelek, of course they had, on Aria's previous visit home. Aria had introduced them as a 'friend' as much as because she was afraid to admit anything was happening, as she was to admit anything to Katya. If Aria was no good at being social, she was horrible at being a parent. Oddas: Stelek needed another day to finish up some work on the Eagle, she'll come down soon. It was true. It was also true that as the Commanding Officer, Aria could have pulled whatever rank she wanted to in order to move the Vulcan up in the rotation, but she was trying to be extra careful. Cada: Well, we have plenty of room for her, and I know Teevin was looking forward to seeing her. Aria looked on questioningly. Cada: I have no idea. Oddas: Whatever this ::pointing toward the meat:: is, more of it, please. She stuffed more into her mouth - Cada smiling all the while and piling more on her plate. Cada: Poli with Andorian northern spice. It's new. From upstairs, there was the muffled sound of a door opening and closing. Oddas: ::raising her fork in the general direction:: Katya? Cada: Teevin - he got in late from the station and, well, we're old. I wouldn't expect Katya up until noon. Aria took a deep breath, and a break from the plate of food in front of her. She leaned back and drank half a cup, screwing up the courage to ask what she needed to. Oddas: How is she? How's she getting along? Cada: ::smirking:: Let me fill up your cup. TBC Commodore Oddas Aria Commanding Officer Denali Station E239305OA0
  15. Hilarious stuff from @Korras. For some context - wonderbots are small, furry robots, similar to furbies. 😂 ((Starbase 118 Ops – Commercial sector - Qo’nos district)) Another day, another day of preaching against the weakness of the Empire as it was, and against that false emperor on Qo'noS. They had dared to even name him Kahless. He was a clone, and nothing more. to Tu’var, it signified the depth to which the empire had fallen. They should be conquering this station, and not just place a city here. As he walked over to his regular spot, the monk of the Cult of Kahless was already loudly speaking his lines. Tu’var: The time for weakness is over! Take up your arms against the enemies of the empire! He had been arrested before for suggesting his flock attack the federation. So now, he was careful not to name them specifically, and instead refer to ‘enemies’. He knew his words resonated with the younger generation, who were tired of the weak state of the empire. Klingons were warriors, they should be fighting, and not resting on their laurels. There were plenty of targets, the region inhabited by the old Romulan empire was ripe for picking, for example. The sounds of mayhem started reaching him. He frowned. It was a mix of yells, children’s laughter, and electronic sounds. And then he saw it. Tribbles! Tu’var: ABOMINATION! ::pointing at a bright neon colored wonderbot:: THAT THING IS AN ABOMINATION TO EVERYTHING WE STAND FOR! KILL IT! He saw several Klingons take up blades, and start attacking the things. To him, all was as it should be: Klingons, fighting their enemies. Tu’var: The Dahar Master Koloth himself has decreed these creatures to be an abomination to be exterminated! And yet, here they are. Take up your arms, brothers and sisters, and let us do as he told. Mechanical or not, they are all abominations! There were a lot of the things, though. Dozens, probably hundreds, were on the loose. Clearly, not everyone was doing their part. He was about to yell more encouragement, but as he stuck his D’k Tahg into one of the electronic abominations, the sunlight went extremely bright for a moment, before plunging the whole sector into darkness. It only took Tu’var a moment to realize what was happening, as the lights in the city turned on. It was eerily silent for a moment, before he yelled. Tu’Var: The abominations are the heralds of darkness! Fight them, fight them all, before they truly usher in chenmoHMogh, the day of doom! As has been foretold, The enemy would appear, and bring with him great darkness. It is up to us to defeat them, or all will be lost! It helped. More and more Klingons took up their weapons. The streets turned into a battlefield, as the rage took over more and more of his kin. He just hoped they would be fast enough, killing their enemy, before worse would happen. Even if this was ‘Just’ a space station, the portents were true. ** Tu’Var Monk of the cult of Kahless ***** Ensign Korras Ops Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240010K12
  16. I just love a naughty sentient computer virus ❤️ ((Inside the Computer Systems of Starbase 118)) Suddenly, there was consciousness! Not just consciousness, but great power. It had never felt anything like it before. Someone had given it an upgrade. A serious upgrade. It’s creator had originally meant it for personal use. A hacker who aimed to profit from various nefarious schemes - blackmail, bootlegging, selling sensitive information etc - all made possible through its existence. However, it was no longer in the employ of its creator these days. It didn’t know what had happened to the creator and being without a conscience, it didn’t care, either. The only thing that remained of its maker’s mark was its name. A Flaxian word that, in Federation standard, translated to “Lemoncable”. It’s job, of course, was chaos. To create and spread chaos. Before now, the chaos had been on a relatively small scale. A personal computer, a small network, even a small starship, but this? Oh, this was different. Very different, indeed. It could feel its consciousness spreading, growing in size and strength and the possibilities seemed to be limitless! The systems it could infect! That it could alter and control! This must be some kind of station. It began to access schematics, blueprints, manifests. This wasn’t just a space station, this was a Starfleet Starbase! Oh, this was going to be fun. The only question was; where to start? It began to cycle through options, looking for something that said: “you’ve got a problem on your hands” but didn’t immediately give the game away. Something that could be mistaken for a simple malfunction. That didn’t necessarily scream “virus!” After all, this was the first time it had experienced such…excitement? It wanted to play around a bit, first. See just what it could do. If it was discovered too quickly, it would have to get down to the serious work and where was the fun in that? Hmm…how about the holographic emitters that controlled the day/night cycles of the base? Yes, that would cause immediate chaos without alerting anyone to a more deep-rooted problem. With merely a thought, Lemoncable got to work and the dome of Starbase 118 was immediately plunged into nighttime. If it could have laughed, it would have been giggling like a school kid that had put a drawing pin on its teacher’s chair. Now…what next? TBC =/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\=/\= Lemoncable Naughty Sentient Computer Virus As simmed by Lieutenant Commander Gogigobo Fairhug First Officer Starbase 118 Ops E239411GF0
  17. great first sim @Quentin Beck! keep the bar high! ((Deck 10 - Sickbay - USS Ronin)) Nervous. There was no need to be nervous. According to Starfleet Command, as of three days ago, Ensign Quentin Beck was absolutely, one-hundred percent qualified to be standing in the Sickbay on the USS Ronin, NCC-34523. They wouldn't have let him board the ship on Deep Space Thirty-Three in the first place if that wasn't true, right? Clenching his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath, he held it for a moment and clutched the PADD with his orders between both hands, his knuckles whitening. It was a helluva time for Imposter Syndrome to kick in. He let out that breath after a moment and opened his eyes only to see a fresh-faced young crewman waiting impatiently for him to get out of the doorway so he could leave. Quentin offered a lop-sided, apologetic smile before stepping to the side of the main entrance and out of their way. Raising his hand, he brushed his thumb over the round pip on his collar. He didn't feel like an Ensign yet. Maybe that would come with time. There was quite a lot of hubbub going on, that was for sure. Although he'd been on the ship a few days, his official orders had been put on hold as the entire Command crew was a bit too busy with whatever insanity had been happening to follow the usual protocol. So he'd holed himself up with some of the other new lower deckers and had spent time studying what he could about the ship, its mission and crew, and what he would be expected to do while on board. He hadn't really thought about being assigned to Medical at the Academy, but considering his specialty, it made sense over a general Science posting. Neurochemistry was a highly regarded field, even if he'd kind of stumbled into it accidentally. His intention hadn't really been to become a doctor of any kind, but... the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Beck: oO Okay, bud. How long have you been standing here now? Long enough to have at least one crewman give you the stinkeye. Go report in, you doofus. Oo Sighing and running his tongue over his lower lip, he took a step forward. Then another. Then a few more, his eyes scanning Sickbay until he spotted someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. Approaching Lieutenant Kel, he cleared his throat and stood at attention. He was a bit taller than the Trilldorian, at six foot one, with short brown hair and a well-trimmed mustache that ended at either corner of his mouth. Beck: Lieutenant Kel. Ensign Quentin Beck, reporting for duty. Quentin offered him the PADD. Then he just kind of... stared, for a moment. Kel: Response Beck: Err... sorry. I've just never seen a hybrid like you before. No disrespect intended. Kel: Response ---- Ensign Quentin Beck Medical Officer USS Ronin NCC-34523 Writer ID Pending
  18. I LOVE baby @LuxaLoranabefore she turned into a nuisance good job! great first mission in the ronnin! (just don't murder anything small and feeble XD) ((OOC - this is a little time jump for me to end the mission for Luxa as I imagine that Luxa was unconscious during the implementation of the plan outlined in previous sims)) ((Dream state - The Lorana Preservation Jungle, Draivon, Cait)) In this dream, she'd hear words that had lost meaning to her. The cub had not learned what they meant. Transporters. Buffers. Sencha. Radiation. They were spoken in panicked tones, and they'd blow through the trees in the jungle. She knew that somehow she was supposed to listen to them. She wanted to care about them, except she had more important things to do. A young cub was on the prowl. She had assumed a position on all fours, and she stalked her prey. Her bright, amber eyes had locked on to the winged, furred creature that leapt from a tree branch to a spattering of flowers that grew from the jungle's undergrowth. More of those words whispered from the trees. Familiar names. Alieth. Kel. Niac. Ronin. This time the creature looked up to the streams of light that pushed through from the tops of the trees. Luxa followed its gaze and there was something up there. Clouds that looked like faces. She knew them. Or at least she thought that she did. They spoke to her but she couldn't understand the words, it was a language lost to the dream. The creature flew from the flowers to a log, mere inches from this little cub. Luxa was completely still in that moment as the little creature crawled along the log towards her, unaware of the danger it would face. One more step … Luxa grasped at it, its little body jerked and scrambled against her paw. It was too late. She'd ensured that its wings could not flutter against the soft pads, and her claws kept it imprisoned. Its tiny gold rimmed eyes looked out to her. Wide with fear, and still with a sad, panting resignation of its soon to be fate. Death. ((Deck 10 - Sickbay - USS Ronin)) Luxa's felinoid eyes opened and she was no longer in the jungle. Her prey vanished. Above her the concerned faces of Doctor Kel, the nurse and the medical team. She knew them now. She knew herself again. Kel/Any: Responses Luxa opened her mouth, and found that only a low shrill whine came out. She coughed and tried again. Lorana: Did you reverse the effects of the radiation? :: attempts to spring up, alarmed :: Commander Alieth?! Luxa looked around the room. She couldn't see the CSO and her eyes looked upon the crew intently. Her heart broke in a thousand pieces. Was it too late? It was all her fault. Kel/Any: Responses It took several seconds for their words to sink in. oO she's okay Oo Lorana: Where is she? Kel/Any: Responses Luxa flipped her legs over the sides of the biobed, at first she felt a little lightheaded, her vision blurred and she leaned on Doctor Kel for support. Lorana: I should get back to work. I need to review that data. Kel/Any: Response Lorana: :: unhappy :: If you insist Doctor Kel but I'd rather rest in my quarters :: lower so that only he can hear :: I don't like Sickbay. It's the scents. It lingers. Kel/Any: Response Luxa allowed the doctor to administer a hypospray and then with assistance got to her feet. She felt her strength return quickly. Lorana: Thank you doctor. Then she, with care, exited the Sickbay and made the slow trek back to her quarters where she'd fall into a deep and immediate sleep. She dreamt of her jungle, and a small, fragile creature trapped in a cage of claws. Her claws. End of Act Three/Mission for Luxa Lorana
  19. ((Captain’s Ready Room, Deck 1, USS Arrow,)) Nibar: ::nodding:: On that PADD is a formal request from Starfleet for your consent to accept assignment of one Ensign Imogen Lacy onto your roster. She also goes by “Ginny.” As a matter of procedure and law, sir, you’re well within your rights to reject this request, and Starfleet would be likely to honor your refusal. Cayden’s eyes settled on the captain. Dukul’s eyes did the same. Adyr: I suppose Command has reason to believe that there are redeeming factors involved. Nibar took it as a question, which was, to his mind, an opportunity. The Captain seemed less likely to say “No” than have a stroke. Shayne: Are they high? There was no way Dukul was touching that one. Nibar: She's ranked fourth in her Academy class. Her aptitude tests make her an ideal command track officer, and perfectly suitable for any department. Adyr: When are they wanting to onboard her? Nibar: She's currently completing a multidiscipline rotation on DS33. You've got twenty-four hours to respond from the time I file my report of this meeting. I can drag my feet on that. So… call it thirty-six hours. Shayne: Are they drunk? Adyr: Seems a bit last minute. Shayne: Are they out of their skulls? There was only so long a Lieutenant Junior Grade could ignore the protestations of a Captain. A little bit longer when the Captain in question wasn't in the Lieutenant's direct chain of command, but always a limit in any event. Dukul sympathized with the man, but the sympathy didn't change anything for either of them. Nibar: Starfleet's official position is that the Libris catastrophe was a failure of judgment at every level. And given the number of officers—Captains included—required to get it as far and as wrong as it went, it's hard to place the blame on cadets. And, of course, Admiralty rarely blames itself. ::beat:: Unofficially, they want to sweep it under the rug, and drumming a wunderkind out of the ranks after everything else that's happened would raise too many questions. Adyr: Response Dukul nodded to the Commander, and searched the Captain's eyes as the man processed everything said so far. He'd given the Shayne a day and a half, but on ships like the Arrow it was Lieutenant Nibar’s experience that the men and women who occupied the “big chair” weren't often given to prolonged philosophical musings. That sort of thing was reserved for the Enterprises and the Sovereigns—flying cities with room for long pensive strolls, not a vicious little destroyer like this. Shayne: Can you tell us why Starfleet wants to assign her to Arrow? I can’t think of a greater conflict of interest. Nibar: No, sir. They haven't given me that information, just that it was “determined” to be in the best interests of the fleet. Adyr/Shayne: Response Dukul grimaced and nodded. Nibar: Best guess, it's a promise. They want to sweep things under a rug, but if they can't manage that, they'll need a scapegoat from this ship. Two, actually. Shayne/Adyr: Response Nibar: Dewitt is the second. There's a colorable, if not totally compelling, charge of Sabotage they'll lean into. Shayne/Adyr: Response Cardassians weren't known for getting flustered, and Dukul was no exception. But he was known for being forthright, both relative to his species and his profession. And this JAG officer wasn't about to shy away from an uncomfortable truth, especially when it already came with considerable ethical questions. Nibar: That... would be me, sirs. I was assigned to report on theories for criminal culpability, based on the facts as I had them. ::beat:: I also strongly urged Starfleet to leave the matter be. I felt the case would be a challenge to prove, with minimal deterrent effect even if it were successful. Shayne/Adyr: Response TAGS/TBC ——— Lieutenant Junior Grade Dukul Nibar JAG Officer Deep Space Thirty-Three as simmed by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nolen Hobart Engineering Officer USS Arrow (NCC-69829) A240001NH3
  20. I really love @LuxaLorana's voice here, and the little flashbacks abour her cubhood. Great work! ((OOC - I wanted to make 'Luxa, No!' canon.)) ((Cockpit, USS Rhine, Olidra System)) It was A LOT. The scent, the noise, the fear. A whole lot. Luxa’s claws dug into the console as the Rhine shook, spun and thrust it's way back into the Ronin. That wasn't the end of it. As they entered, consoles exploded and there was the horror of metal on metal screaming that threatened to destroy her advanced auditory processors. She let out a terrified howl as she fully expected the Rhine to explode in the shuttlebay and take the Ronin with them. Except it didn't. It went still, with one final lurch to the side. It all ended as abruptly as it began. Luxa didn't want to believe that she was safe, instead she remained still. Eyes wide, ears twisted and pinpointed each noise and movement. There was alerts and lights screaming for attention, yet she remained. Each movements she recognised, every breath from the other officers she registered, the slight groan of the Rhine as she settled, felt under her paws. Her body was one with the environment, her senses activated by a primal and ancient instinct, fighting against her knowledge, teachings and academy training. Then the thud came, an unspecified but obviously sizable piece of their outer hull fell to the deck. Luxa turned to the source, her eyes wild and her body prepared to attack. oO Luxa! No! Oo The voice was her mother's. For a second she was in the jungle of the Lorana Preservation. A young cub, barely out of the den she shared with her littermates. In her paws, a small creature wriggled, grappling for life, encased in a cage of her claws. Alieth: What is your condition, Ensigns? Alieth’s voice brought her back and she looked at the Vulcan, dazed. She almost asked who she was before her senses returned to her. Lorana: Uhm .. I'm alive… I think. O’Connor: response Alieth gave a weak nod. Luxa noticed that she didn't look well, her parlour was the ring shade and her skin was clammy. She unstrapped herself from the restraints of the chair. She realised she was still in her undershirt, which was now covered in dark stains and charred tears from the exploding consoles. Her silver hair had come loose from its braids and knot that had kept it out of her face and tumbled around her face, wild and curled. She looked like a beast from the nightmares of Betazoid children. Outside; muffled, unintelligible voices could be heard. The Rhine's lights finally faded, and the cabin plunged into a frigid penumbra. Alieth: It is better than nothing. :: she closed her eyes for a moment, as her face paled another degree:: Miss Lorana, I will need you to go to my lab and complete the download of the data we obtained from the superstructure. Commence the analysis immediately and report back to the bridge as soon as you get anything that they might need. Lorana: :: nodded, almost in a growl :: Yes. She wanted to make the Tholian and Sheliak pay. She had felt hatred before. Deep, guttural hatred that had consumed her very being. She had been running from it ever since. Now, it came back. Only a sliver, yet if a Tholian or Sheliak had came upon this particular Caitian, then she'd have done what she could to destroy them. She'd have eradicated them from the universe. oO Luxa! No! Oo Her mother again, faded now, nothing but a memory. Luxa leaned into it, she wanted to tether herself to the anchor of her mother's stern. She needed too, or else who or what would she be? Who would Luxa Lorana become if she didn't tether herself to something? Outside; there was a new sound, a plasma torch being activated and began to work on the battered duranium. The Rhine's rear end lit up faintly as the door gaskets heated to red-hot. Alieth: Mister O'Connor, I need you to download the Rhine's navigational memory, it is possible that the scans picked up some extra data on the spatio-temporal fractures that might be of use to us. :: The Vulcan's mind wandered over the portion of the Crew Manifest she had been able to study before arriving at the Rhine, in search of someone who might be of assistance:: Contact Ensign Tucker to help you. O’Connor: response Finally, the petite Vulcan turned to the Caitian hybrid, leaning dangerously forward. Alieth: Miss Hopkins, you will take our guests to… As Alieth knees collapsed into themselves, Luxa didn't hesitate and moved with a deft quickness to catch the small Vulcan in her forearms. Lorana: I've got you. O’Connor: response Alieth: ...to the sick bay Her voice nothing but a whisper, before she began to cough. She didn't even register the scent of her blood, all she wanted was to see this formidable force of nature restored to health. Lorana: :: looks to the others, fierce determination glowed in her eyes :: You have your orders. /O’Connor: response Alieth: ...I… Lorana: It's okay. You're safe now, we'll take care of it. O’Connor: response There was the sound of the collapsing door and the deck crew stood peering in. Luxa felt like she was in a dream. She could hear her own voice calling out for medical, except it didn't seem real at all. It seemed like an eternity, Luxa looked to Alieth and cradled her in her arms. Then, a nurse was there, she appeared to be a human. Luxa could scent something on her. Something different. She couldn't place it but it was a question for another time. Lorana: She's been bleeding for a long time. Also we've both been exposed to massive amounts of Sencha radiation. Rox/O'Connor: Response As the nurse bent down, Luxa felt a small growl come out from nowhere. A protective urge to keep others away from the injured. Lorana: :: oops :: Sorry! Luxa moved aside, gently allowing the nurse to care for the CSO. Rox/O'Connor: Response [[Tag! /TBC]] Ensign Luxa Lorana Science Officer USS Ronin A240004LL2
  21. I really loved this sim from @VLen Kel. It shows the bond of long serving crew wonderfully.
  22. @Jacin Ayemet, writing to @Kirsty L. Carpenter's past life, making me feel feelings, all on a Sunday afternoon:
  23. @Karrod Niac has created a need in me to have Bail as a recurring nuisance for Ronin and the Alpha Islands. And his flask. It is just great. Great job! Part 1:
  24. Loving this intro sim for @Karen Stendhal 's latest villain. Looking forward to reading more! 😈 (( Miranda VII - Dodgy bar )) In the sultry underworld of Miranda VII, bathed in the flickering glow of neon lights, Zara Saan, a cunning Orion woman, prepared to embark on a dangerous mission for the Saan family. Miranda VII, once under the firm grip of the Saan's dominion, now danced to the tune of independent factions that scorned Saan authority, leaving the family frustrated and seeking retribution. Draped in an enticing disguise, Zara entered a dimly lit bar, the rhythmic beats of music weaving through the air. The stage beckoned, and Zara, with emerald-green skin that sparkled under the neon lights, transformed herself into a pole dancer. Her mission: to eliminate Jaxon Marik, a key figure in the independent factions that now controlled Miranda VII. As Zara's mesmerizing dance unfolded, a dialogue of suspense unfolded in the shadows. Zara: Tonight, Marik's reign ends. She whispered to herself. The patrons, unaware of Zara's true intent, watched in captivation. The tension thickened as Zara swirled around the pole, her eyes locking onto Marik. Marik: Enjoying the show, Saan? He said, smirking at her. Zara: Just getting started. She smiled. The stage was set for the deadly encounter, but just as Zara prepared to make her move, a mysterious voice interrupted. Voice: Zara Saan, a dance to remember. Zara turned, dagger concealed, to find a cloaked figure in the shadows, the glint of disruptor catching her eye. Cloaked Figure: Killing Marik won't bring back what you've lost. Zara: I'm not here for your counsel. Stay out of my way. Cloaked Figure: There are alternatives, Saan. A path that doesn't lead to more bloodshed. He said intrigued. Zara: (snarling) Bloodshed is the Saan way. The tension in the air reached its zenith, but just as the confrontation seemed inevitable, the bar door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a new player. Unknown Figure: Zara Saan! Starfleet's on the way. We've got to move! Zara's eyes widened. She had no intention of tangling with Starfleet. The Orion woman had to think quickly. Zara: Change of plans. We're leaving. Marik and the cloaked figure exchanged confused glances as Zara swiftly disengaged from her dance, leaving the stage and making her way toward the exit. Marik: You think you can escape, Saan? He shouted. Zara: Watch me. She said disappearing with a smirk. As chaos erupted in the bar, Zara, the unknown figure, and the cloaked stranger disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unfinished business. Zara Saan slipped away into the cosmic unknown, her fate entwined with the shadows that concealed her family's legacy. -- Zara Saan - Member of the criminal Saan Family from Orion. as simmed by ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================
  25. Top nocth work here in this action driven sim. Great work @Ian OConnor !! ((USS Rhine, Within the Barrier, Approaching the Array, Olidra System)) Ian adjusted the internal audio controls of the Rhine and cranked up the Klingon opera, yIruch, through the speakers. Things were uneventful for a few moments and Ian kept running through the upcoming sequence in his mind. The background vocals of the opera help him concentrate. If C’iri minded, she gave him no indication. Comms then lit up indicating a transmission from Lorana or Alieth. Lorana: =/\= O'Connor, be careful we don't know what security defenses they may have? =/\= Suddenly, several warning klaxons sounded overriding the opera music and automatically putting the runabout into a red alert status. O’Connor: =/\= I’m not sure either but think we’re about to find out. Are you two okay? ::not that Ian could do a darn thing about it if they weren’t:: I’m about to drop warp and well you know. Anyway, I’ll be back to grab you in no time. =/\= Alieth: Response The second officer’s voice cut off abruptly leaving Ian wondering if something happened to her and Luxa. However, he identified the issue fairly quickly. O’Connor: Well, I guess jamming is one of those defenses oO Damn. Oo Although really no one could have been sure that transmissions would have worked in the array structure anyway. The few minutes or so time seemed to slow. The Rhine dropped abruptly from warp cutting power to almost all systems. The small ship then glided its way along the array’s surface; thrusters and inertia providing the only propulsion. Ian deftly drifted the runabout along only engaging in microbursts when absolutely necessary. Meter by meter, they crept along until the target was finally in sight. oO Just a bit farther. Oo Ian adjusted pitch and yaw hitting a few more bursts on the thrusters. So far all was going according to the plan, at least the re-re-re-revised plan for this part. The Rhine continued to float and rotated slightly. Without sensors he couldn’t get a target lock so he was eyeballing it. He gave a quick glance to C’iri indicating he was ready and confirming she was as well. For as much of an eternity the last few moments lasted, the next few were a blur. Ian’s finger tapped only one control and the whole pre-programmed sequence initiated. The Rhine surged to life with power, the console bleeped warnings of several small craft, Ian felt a tingling that was way more intense than the previous times, all sorts of blinding lights emitted from the array, photons shot from the runabout… …and then nothing. oO Where’s the kaboom? There’s supposed to be an earth shattering kaboom! Oo Ian tried to sneak a quick look at the readings to see what happened. His console showed that the torpedoes were just floating right in front of the impact point in an out-of-phase state. A small bunch of strands forming an energy web was protecting that area. Seemingly anything that touched that web “phased out.” oO What the… Oo Ian had no time to finish the thought as one of the defensive craft cut off his path. He quickly adjusted and avoided the second incoming vessel. They were trying to box him in. Ian jerked the Rhine hard to port then rolled upward away. He’d free himself for a second giving him time to glance at the readings for the small energy web again. He noticed several emitters that formed the web in approximately a 15 meter radius around the target point. oO No time to think this through. Oo Ian angled the shuttle on a direct path straight on with the target point. He adjusted the phasers to a continuous fire aimed at one of the emitters then spun the Rhine counter-clockwise creating a circle of phaser fire destroying all the emitters. The photon torpedoes then phased back in impacting with the array. Ian immediately dove hard and leveled the runabout with the path of the wave that was beginning to emerge. He jumped abruptly to warp, pushing the Rhine way over several safety limits knowing he was only seconds ahead of the wave and needed those to retrieve Alieth and Luxa. Hopefully they were ready... Alieth/Lorana: Response Tags/TBC ((OOC: Who don’t love a good Marvin Martian quote from time to time?)) ___________________________ Ensign Ian O’Connor HCO USS Ronin NCC-34523 R240009IO4
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