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Roxanna writes a humorous, fun and witty character, but on those serious occasions, it's great to get another side of Ohnari- the Professional SideTM. I love seeing the analytical thought processes here; reminds me a bit of Dr. Mordin Solus from Mass Effect 2. Great little sim, Roxanna!

This sim by Sevantha was just absolutely stellar, and shows just how well connected she is to the character, as well as how emotionally intelligent that character is. Well done pulling my heart strings! https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-astraeus/c/02TMvmey31M/m/SeyBiaUxDAAJ?utm_medium=email&utm_source=footer

@Cecil has demonstrated why all our characters are insane for joining Starfleet! Great SIM!

@Samira Neathler this one hurts❤️‍🩹

We don't do many Officer's Logs over on the Artemis - unfortunately - but every once in a while, someone decides to do one to really hammer home a poignant moment. This is one of those moments, as our beloved - and usually quite light-hearted - First Officer grapples with reality after Frontier Day, with our Captain off-Ship being a Medical Officer in a time where that's more useful than Starship Captains. A lot of Sims in the coming months will deal intimately with the sense of loss and despair that permeates Starfleet after the destruction during Frontier Day, and I think the Artemis' Command Staff has put down strong openers for the rest of us to follow!! Excellent SIM, @Talos Dakora!

Once again, @Addison MacKenzie blew my socks off with this incredibly poignant sim reflecting on the aftermath of Frontier Day, really digging into the horrors that those in Starfleet Medical would have to see day in and day out as they tried to give resolution to all the families of the lost. I cannot praise this sim enough!

There are two things I want to highlight. First, seeing someone blow something up after you've simulated it for them is a most wonderful feeling. I hope you enjoyed the boom too Second, I just want to reach out and hug Morro. @Morro Caras (Vio) has been building this internal struggle throughout our mission, a chip on the shoulder convinced that he’s just going to be used by Starfleet. Making the reader really feel sorry for the (former) pirate is a skill that few simmers could pull off. Then, Vio takes the sim in a direction that lets us all start to resolve this act (the end of the mission is in sight) but doesn’t dictate how we should resolve it. It’s a careful balance that again, is hard to pull off Also, we still might all die, so there's that going for us too.

I really liked the raw emotion @IsKah put into this post, along with the scene in general: ((Crew Quarters, Primary Hull, USS Chin’toka)) She quickly headed to the officer's quarters. She pressed the door chime, entering when permission was given. Is’Kah: ::speaking warmly:: Hello, Lieutenant. I am unsure if you remember me, but I am Ensign Is’Kah Xiron. She bowed her head slightly to the other officer Stapledon: I do, yes. Please, come in. The hybrid gave Stapledon a warm smile, trying to put her at ease. Is’Kah: I'd like to know how you are faring after the events of the past few days. After a trauma like this, one should not spend too much time alone with one's thoughts. Stapledon: No, one shouldn't... ::Sighing:: I'm feeling terrible, if you want an honest answer. It's hard walking through the ship and seeing the looks on the faces of people... It's like I committed a bunch of murders in public, everyone knows I did it but they just give me looks, or don't talk to me... And I remember it and I can't do anything about it... ::Swallowing:: Is’Kah: It wasn’t your fault that you did any of those things. It’s just like ::her voice quivered:: I’m not at f-fault for my crew dying. No matter how often you tell yourself that you should have been stronger, faster, or better, you could do nothing. Stapledon: What happened? Is’Kah: I was on another Akira, the Ronin. Just before Frontier Day, a Brikar named Wrath attacked us, and let's say I’d rather be assimilated than suffer under his care. She knew that she’d upset the other woman, but it was important for her to know she wasn’t alone in her suffering. She was sure that Stapledon thought that there was nothing to compare but Stapledon: Would you like to talk about it? oO No, I wouldn’t like to talk about it, but I will. If my trauma can help save lives, then so be it. Oo Is’Kah: The Ronin responded to a distress call, but by the time we arrived, the attackers had stripped the freighter of anything they wanted and disappeared. We found a child to be the only survivor. We tracked them down to a nearby solar system; however, we changed course to a solar system in the asymptotic giant branch phase due to another distress call. They were under attack. Stapledon: And then what happened? Is’Kah: The Consortium set off a solar flare as a weapon against us. I told Commander Raga that our metaphasic shields would protect us, but they didn’t. My failure would end up cost fi-fifty-se-seven lives. :: A tear slid down her cheek.:: Our defenses were nearly useless against it as it completely disabled the ship. We were only on emergency systems; even the bridge’s EPS Generators were offline. We rammed the other ship, and in all the confusion, spider bots and several Robotic Life Forms or RoLF invaded the ship. While defending the ship, I was us- ::her voice broke:: useless defending the ship and let Crewman Baker g-get r-ripped ap-apart because I can’t target a thing. We lost so many because of my recommendation. She ran her hands over her face, exhaling slowly. Stapledon: I'm sorry. That sounds horrible. Is’Kah: I pray that this ship will never experience it. Stapledon: Have you been... You know... dreaming about it? The hybrid held up her hands, still in the flexible casts. Is’Kah: I get to wear these for another few weeks because of my dreams. I attacked the bulkhead in my quarters while thinking I was defending the ship. It felt so real in the moment, but it was just a hallucination from being awake from stims for six days straight. I nearly killed myself from blood loss from shattering my hands and forearms, and shrapnel after I repeatedly smashed my room's table into the wall. Stapledon: Response Is’Kah: I see the moment every time I close my eyes. I see his bl-blood pooling around him. I hear his screams echoing in my ears. Sometimes h-he grabs my unform with a bloody hand, demanding to know why I failed him and the crew. Other times, he’s replaced with a lost en-engineer ::anger on her face and in voice:: that was murdered by that things machines. If I ever see his rocky face, I will pry the stone from him piece by piece ::hissed through closed teeth:: so he suffers like he made Clara. Her body quivered from her barely restrained fury. Stapledon: Response Is’Kah: I know it is unbecoming to harbor hate for any living creature, but Wrath deserves it. We are nothing but ::hisses:: prey to him. He’s that child that pulls the wings off flies, harms animals, or other cruel things. He is a psychopath who gives psychopaths a bad name. As slippery as a cockroach, he managed to get away from us. Unfortunately, he got away from an antimatter explosion at the end. Stapledon: Response TAGS/TBC -- Ensign Is’Kah Xiron Engineering USS Chin’toka R240101I14

This is a great sim by @kimstapledon It made me feel Kim's pain

I always love a good wrap-up solo sim:

I present to you: an excellent naration of how Saschenka is dealing with being assimilated. ((USS Narendra, deck 1, Main Bridge)) Sasch wondered if this was what it felt like to die. Was dying being lulled to complacency by some nearly perfect song sung peacefully not just in your head, but throughout your whole body. It was a song she could feel as much as she could hear. Collective voice: Give in Sasch. The voice sang to her. Collective voice: You’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel whole and complete. You’ll never be alone. Remember that time you took your dad’s yacht out by yourself? You were old enough to know what to do in calm weather, but when you realized you were alone, you panicked. You will never be alone again. We will always be there for you. Kreshkova: ::Even while her skin took on an ashen hue:: Can’t….give….in… Sasch watched as Tito nearly fell near her. Now, the song changed. She could feel its lust for others. It wanted her to reach out and assimilate her friend. She pressed her eyes closed, so that she couldn’t even see Tito, so even if what was growing inside her got the upper hand, she couldn’t see to do its bidding. Kreshkova: Help … me … Tito. I don’t … want to … give in. Tito: Sacsh… Taybrim: Hold on a little bit, Ensign. I’m working on something. Kreshkova: Trying … so … hard. But Sasch’s eyes flashed open against her will. They were full of fire, but quickly softened as she - at least for the moment refused to give in and gained a slight advantage in their fight. Korras: mu'qaD! All forcefields have failed. Engineering is on it, but we are venting air. Taybrim: Keep us steady, keep us hidden in the debris. The Enterprise hasn’t seen us… yet. Tito: Keep fighting it, Lieutenant Kreshkova. Every ounce of her will wanted to fight, needed to fight. And while the cascade of this Borg nano virus or whatever it was hadn’t yet overpowered her, she could feel it growing inside her. She could also feel the part of her that made her who she was was waning. Once again, she said… Kreshkova: Help … So hard … hard to … fight. Taybrim: Can you administer that to Kreshkova – Doctor Foster confirmed it slows the progress. Tito nodded, taking the hypo in his hand. Tito: Consider it done Commodore This time, Sasch couldn’t even speak with her lips, but her eyes pleaded with her friend. Korras: ? Taybrim: Sickbay’s working on getting someone up here. We still have a job to do. Tito: I will apologise later Lieutenant. Sasch felt herself being roughly pulled up from the floor. The song told her to lash out. It grew to a harried pace - almost a chant - Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate. Louder and louder it grew in her head, but once the typospray found its prey - her neck - the song softened and lost much of its intensity. Once again, she could fight. Kreshkova: Zhank … you. … was all she could say. She once again was given the will to fight and a modicum of ability to fight that song that wanted to either lull her into complacency or to lash out and infect others. Korras: ? Taybrim: All the more reason we need to take out the flagship. It was at the epicenter of everything when the invasion first began, there’s a good chance that there’s some sort of hive function or relay point onboard the Enterprise. Tito: Please tell me that helped Lieutenant, we need you. You don’t want to rely on my piloting skills. Sasch simply stood there at Tito’s request. There was an intense internal battle going on within the young officer. Everything that was her - that was Sasch wanted to conquer this desire and end this battle. The problem was that two battles were raging - the one for her soul and the one for her ship. Kreshkova: I … can’t … Tito. Want … Want to. Korras:? Tito: We need another shot at the Enterprise, but we have to make sure our systems aren’t infected. As Tito guided her to the infected console, her hands flew up to her head. The song reached a frenzied pitch, and the young officer with green hair screamed as the voices tried to push through the advantage that the medication gave her. Her eyes were filled with a strange combination of fear and fire. Taybrim/Korras: ? But something in the scream drove back the voices. She had a moment of lucidity, and she slipped into the chair at her console, but as her fingers came in contact with the infected console, the voices surged back. She yanked her fingers away from the console as if she had set them in a pot of boiling water. Sasch closed her eyes trying to maintain the upper hand. She swiveled the chair around to face the others. Her face contorted into all sorts of expressions and shapes even as she fought each onslaught of the Borg nanoprobes that coursed through her system. Kreshkova: Infected. It was the only word she could get out. She hoped that they understood that it was the console that was infected. Kreshkova: Won’t … ::Sasch lost all ability to form words again, but one more gutteral scream once again gave her a slight bit of control over her abilities. Just enough to let her say.:: Console infected … won’t function. Tito: Lets take out one of its nacelles? Tito: Simple physics, we run a collision course and overpower our deflector, we just need to hit their weakest spot, one of the nacelles… I know its a crazy plan, kinda like my friend does it. But in a moment of mental clarity, Sasch had an idea. She turned back around to face the console and with everything that was in her, she did two things at once. First, she willingly gave into the nanites crying out for her soul. But as she did that, she reached out her hand and injected the console a second time. But this time, she cleared the console of the Borg virus, taking it into herself and at the same time, what little was left of Sasch reprogrammed the console to do exactly what Tito had requested. Kreshkova: ::With a loud guttural cry.:: Tito, done! But then she paid the price for trying to save the Narendra and trying to destroy the Enterprise. She stood, turned, and faced her comrades, now a full Borg. Taybrim/Korras: ? Kreshkova: Resistance is futile. Assimilate. Taybrim/Korras/Tito: ? Sasch lumbered toward the Commodore - a strange mixture of hatred and sorrow filled the young Borg’s eyes. Kreshkova: Resistance is futile. Taybrim/Korras/Tito: ?

Excellent three part JP between Kaito Moore and Charlena Vanlith. Part One Part Two Part Three

And yet another great President Chekov sim by @TAma:

Another great sim for President Chekov by @TAma:

I have been so impressed with the sims from @TAma representing President Antov Chekov during the Frontier Day Blockbuster and wanted to share them with the entire fleet. I don't know about anyone else, but I can literally hear Walter Koenig's voice as I read these. This is the first of several that I am going to post to showcase the great writing Melissa has done.

This heart-wrenching sim from @Sasch Kreshkova really got me good. Watching such a loved & bright member of the crew being turned really puts the Borg-horror on a new level. Excellent sim! 👏👏

FINALLY!!!! For once, Toxin gets to be the hero and @Erik Johnson took this moment and ran. We got to see not just the moment that Toxin Arlill stood up for greatness but also the greatness that his friends have seen in him. We also get to see him be assertive and we get a glimpse as to what kind of leader Arlill will become.

When you're writing the kind of sims that pull from a characters backstory, such as in this case where there is some kind of alien intelligence digging around our brains to pull out our very worst fears, it's easy just to focus on yourself. After all, these fears and anxieties are often private and even the most stoic character can crack. What is not easy to do is pull everyone in to the hallucinations in a way that is a) fun & b) helps us build our own stories, while also developing yours. @Alora DeVeau manages to do just that; she went not just into our wiki pages but also what we have written in the past and picked out that one little detail, that one little weakness, then stuck the knife in and expertly twisted it for maximum pain. This is the kind of pain and ✨️truma ✨️ that we love to write as simmers. In short, Amanda has set not just herself, but also the rest of us, for success and a shining example for the rest of us on how to pull it off

Once again, we dared: and @Kali Nicholottidelivered. Who ever thought you would get the feels for a torpedo?? ((Existence)) Space was a big place. As time moved through the eons, it became even bigger, wider, and more spread apart. That which was once a ball hotter and denser than anything that had existed prior was ever expanding and moving further and further apart, the atoms contained within spewed across trillions and gazillions of miles like the unsavory innards of some ill cosmic child. And from that goo came all that was and all that would ever be. There was a saying that the Terrans had which said basically that one was the culmination of all that had been experienced throughout their time existing, and perhaps there was some truth in that. As it moved silently through the darkness of an endless night, the torpedo that had missed its mark might have considered this in light of its failed mission, had it been able to think. Having once existed in a state of nothing, atoms and molecules had been manipulated and forced together by skilled hands, each lovingly formulating a different piece, part or line of code that would eventually come together to form what it had become. The slick, rounded casing was carefully assembled around an angry center, held back by little other than coded rules that designated when and where it could release the inner beast. Slowly it had coalesced into its final form, and only then loaded onto a ship and into the tube from which it had been fired. The small metal case, within which destruction and chaos remained safe and quiet, sailed through the bits of debris left from the destroyed Lattice Alliance ships. Two had fallen already, against the two warships that regrouped as inbound fighters made attempts to target one's weak spot in the rear. In retaliation, the two ships seemed to become one, rear end to rear end. Had the torpedo been able to process this internally, it might have thought the plan a good one, enabling both ships to redesignate resources in a way that would offer more protection. The icy fingers of the void were slick, and without anything to act on it, the torpedo sailed further and further into the contested system. In front of it, a cloaked area hid even more ships, each in a particular position forming something familiar to those on the ships it had left behind. Those who maintained cognizance would call it a Tholian web, and they would recognize how it was being used to charge weapons. Though the torpedo could not recognize this, it might have flown by in awe at the innermost cloak, which was hiding something big obviously, given the rocks that seemed to be in orbit of something ended abruptly in space just as the biggest void within the void began. Far in the distance, on a station it had never seen outside of it's designated sleeping tube, people scurried about. They were replicating inoculations, creating home bases from which to make a final stand, and coming up with new and unique ways of destroying their home should the enemy come knocking at their door. It was unfortunate that the torpeo was not there, nor headed in that direction, because it really could have been useful. As it were, the beings aboard the station would have to figure that fight out on their own, with limited fighters, small craft, and weapons. Oh, what it would be to be one of the limited 100 torpedos aboard DS33. They were certain to have made their mark, both in the moment and perhaps in the history books. Leaving the system was bittersweet, or at least it might have been had the torpeo been able to consider it. Having missed its mark, it was now sailing endlessly into the stars alone, without a target and without a goal. It was lost both to the universe and to time as it hurtled on. TBC -- The Lost Torpedo As simmed by: Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Intelligence Officer USS Khitomer R238605KN0

I loved this snapshot story of the action through the eyes of a civilian on DS33 as a young Kelpian shopkeeper strives to save his plants amongst the growing chaos. Can we keep him? @Sirok, I think that's the right tag?? https://sims.starbase118.net/single/Ronin/-O3TIqmR56zG_JNYf-Ah

@Gila Sadar manages to take an already horrifying moment (confronting the Borg that have taken over the bridge of the USS Kitty Hawk... as a pacifist doctor) and make it even worse. I've enjoyed reading this sim greatly, especially with all the description of how Gila feels in the moment.

"The lower deckers" One of the best B-plot ever! Thank you so much! @Josh Herrick @yinn

@Morro Caras just coming in with an epic start to act 3 like it's nobody's business. Not only did Vio pick up on the hints that myself and @Erik Johnson had been dropping about the tension in Lhando & Tox's friendship, since the start of the last shore leave; Vio also gave us a great insight into not just Orion culture; how they can offend someone but still be charming enough to do business but also his background growing up as a pirate. Moreoever, He then tied that into what Morro was seeing in Lhando & Tox's behaviour and flipped the tables, setting us two up for what's next. Absolutely amazing work!!!!

We do not deserve @Kali Nicholotti. Thankfully, she loves and provides for us anyways ❤️ ((Bridge, USS Ronin)) There were few things that made their way into the annuls of history as quickly and as efficiently as the appearances of those writing it. All of the greats were known for something; Picard had his baldness, Kirk had his impeccably groomed hair even in the midst of a fistfight, Janeway had her trademarked stance, Sisko had his 'eff around and find out' look, and Niac had his beard. And while each was far more than the appearances themselves, it was the appearances that stuck into the minds of those who would follow. Consequently, even when the minds would wander, that which comprised a being retained the physical imprints of events. In this particular case there had been trauma that had led to its unkemptness, care that had come from a momentary visitor that had left it soft and reminiscent of a field of flowers, and the sweet caress of a lover in the height of passion that left it just out of place enough for others to notice. Each event had forced growth in some way, and in some way, growth had its own way of forcing an edge on future events. Tendrils of smoke drifted through the atoms and molecules that had come together to form the tribble-like substance, permeating the slightly ombre threadlike growth on which the touch of his lover still lingered. The scent overpowered anything that was there prior despite the far more desired, and as the bridge erupted into chaos, that was soon mixed with the damp thickness of blood as it trickled down his face from up above. While well kept that morning, the brain jarring shockwave somehow reflected in how it sat on the captains face. Or perhaps that was just the way he scowled. Voices reverberated through the dark brown filliments, telling of something large out beyond the third ship that had somehow gotten away. More voices spoke to the shields taking a hit and the rear emitters being down. Even more confirmed the sister ship in one piece and still in formation. The mountain of hair moved, the voice of the one who wore it ringing out clearly, mostly because it did not have need to traverse the thickness of it but instead came from within. It was time to see what was beyond the largeness that resonated in the distance. Could they survive? Perhaps. If they did not, so many others like it would perish without even the chance to experience half of what it had. To return to the softness of the conditioning treatments, to feel the flow of real water in an otherwise sonic shower, or to feel the gentle touch of one who would become one with them again, all seemed so distant then. But all of that was well worth fighting for. The flow of blood seemed to become thick, caking up in the fibers and leaving behind a dark patch that changed the overall look. Perhaps it would be this new look that would go down in the history books as determination on the captain as he faced the incoming onslaught of lighter fighter craft inbound from whatever was out there, just beyond the sensors. It was something, but what was it? The beard, and the man who wore it, would soon find out. TBC -- Niac's Beard As simmed by: Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Intelligence Officer USS Khitomer R238605KN0