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  1. *ahem*, it's been a long road, getting from there to here... @Genkos Adea and @Cory Stoyer - Really enjoyed this! The pinnacle of their grievances and great character development. Well done guys! -- JP: LCDR Genkos Adea & (PNPC) LT Cory Stoyer - Mending Bridges - Parts I & II ((Stoyer Ranch, foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, Earth)) Cory finished packing his bags up and tossed them on the bag. His bereavement leave was over soon and he was headed back to the Gorkon. The time away from there and the time to process everything had done wonders for him. H
  2. Having the privilege of reading two well-established writers enjoying themselves is a delight. It shows you the ins and outs of a JP (in this case) how the narrative can flow from one narrator to another without obvious limits and how the stories intertwine in space and time to form a beautiful all-embracing tapestry. Being able to write a Commanding Officer and still be able to show the human side of the story and let us read it is a genuine delight. I think I'm falling short of explaining why this SIM deserves to be here, but I think you all know @Tony (Kells) and @Alora DeVeau and that
  3. A really lovely conversation that shows both characters beautifully ❤️ ((Starbase 118 Ops - Karen Stendhal’s Office)) Alora stood outside the doors that led to the office of one of the base’s counselors. She had requested an appointment and been assigned Karen Stendhal. She inhaled three times, small steps. Small steps. Then she let go. As much as Alora appreciated counseling, and knew it was useful and helpful, it was still hard to go. She encouraged others, but she also understood their hesitation. With Raymond, she had a great rapport. They
  4. I' m always impressed by Dar' s great talent for incorporating small scenes from the life of both her character and her child, how she weaves them into the current and former events, and how she is able to give all her SIMs a sense of continuity and consistency. Good work !
  5. (Sheila’s Quarters, Starbase 118 Operations) The mission was finally over. Over. The word over rang throughout her head. It was a large weight off her chest. It had at first been a mission full of productive planning before turning into a chaotic away mission full of a cacophony of voices. Voices of other team members, of crew, of friends. Voices inside her head. Her uncle's voice mixed with her voice. She wasn’t even sure what to make of it so at her first chance she ran off. Sheila wasn’t the fastest runner in the bunch. She would have been faster in a race if she wa
  6. I wanted to add this here to show my appreciation for @R'Ariel and to say thank you for such a fun JP. This was very fun to collaborate on and I LOVE the ending. Thanks!! --- ((USS Arrow - Deck 3; Counselling Suite)) Regan arrived a little ahead of the scheduled time for his first counselling session aboard the Arrow. It was ironic that a battleship like the Arrow had a counselling suite but no elaborate leisure facilities. Still, he imagined the past crews, particularly those of the Dominion War, would have issues they needed to work out. Regan had never seen war, yet still nee
  7. OOC: I seriously think Jamie has us all fooled and is really a world famous surgeon writing under a pseudonym. IC: ((Main Sickbay – USS Narendra)) Why was it that every brain surgery came with a host of complications? Wyn was sure that there were brain surgeons in Starfleet and the Federation who worked in nice, tidy, well stocked hospitals and only saw patients on a set schedule. Wouldn’t that be nice? And yet that was hardly ever true on a starship, especially for traumatic injuries and surgeries. So much so that Wyn was starting t
  8. Shared for you all without context, due only @Geoffrey Teller could make this hilarious. THANKS
  9. ((OOC: This was a lovely and wonderful gesture, delivered just when I needed a bit of good cheer. @Alieth continues to set the bar higher and higher, and the fleet is luck to have her as a member. )) [[Executive Officer's Office, Deck 1, USS Thor]] With malice aforethought, Alieth made her way from the Great Hall through the bowels of the ship to the upper deck, concealing her secret cargo. The few crewmen who had not been able to abandon their duties to attend the party in the lounge gave her astounded glances, not due to the fact that her presence near the bridge was somewh
  10. ((Level 34 Medical Isolation Ward, Deep Space 9 )) Geoff waited for the doors to seal behind them before crossing his arms over his chest. The room looked like fairly standard guest quarters with a few extra machines bolted to the walls and corners, but aside from that and the crackle of an isolation field over the window, there was little to distract them. The ideal setting for Alieth’s promised ‘discussion.’ Something was buzzing within Teller’s skull and, the more time went on, the more it was going from a distraction to a fullscale assault on his conscious mind.
  11. @Jona ch'Ranni - I'm not the only one on the Gorkon who's been watching the steady progress of Bert's character arc throughout the mission, and this felt so satisfying to read. Like a culmination of it all into one blowout. Brilliant stuff. --- ((Weather Net Control Room)) Bert flicked the activation switch on the now bug-free weather station console and held his breath. The batteries on the floor still cast a small bluish glow as the final creatures entered the power cells. He didn't know how long they would last but he hoped it was at least a second longer than what they need
  12. The Federation News Service (FNS) — our sister site and for all in-character galactic news reports — takes a chunk of time and creativity. From writing articles on Current Affairs, Science and Technology, Trade and Business, to editing mission reports submitted by every ship in the fleet, the FNS team makes sure there's up-to-date news flowing every week for everyone to enjoy. And so, in recognition for all their hard work in bringing the FNS to life on a monthly basis, here's a small thank you to our team! Congratulations, everyone! FNS Editor Presented to those who
  13. I have always regarded the position of counsellor as one of the most difficult positions on a starship by far. Their work schedule is usually the opposite of the rest of the crew's (being busier on shoreleaves than on missions) and they have such an open and flexible position that there are many times when I personally have a hard time to find their spot If i put myself in their shoes. Only for that, this sim merits a special mention, but if we add to that Brodie's wonderful prose, how he woven together the writings and stories of other crew members and the clarity with which he advises a
  14. @Alleran Tan, loving these snippets into the life of the previous Tan symbiont host and partner in crime / cruise liners / civilian travel / escapades. Looking forward to reading more! -- (( Passenger Compartment, YanCo Liner 33 )) Safine always hated civilian space travel. Compared to the expansive Starfleet vessels, civilian travel was cramped and crowded, and there was no control — the ship loaded, plodded along the designated route, arrived, unloaded, returned. Then again that was what Starfleet vessels did too, just with more shooting. And fewer screaming babies.
  15. I really loved this delve into the mind of a survivor on the asteroid; beautifully written as always, and pulls out some real emotional moments. Panic being one of the biggies. Well done, @Samira Neathler! -- (( Weather Complex - Trueno )) She didn’t hear them. Well, maybe she did. Murmurs sounded in the background. Voices she did not recognise, well except for one. Bertrand Hankins. Not that she knew the man. He was the big shots, the scientist all other science people looked up to. But the man only had eye for his creations and not those who took care of those achievements. S
  16. One of the things I have discovered that I like most about the SB118 community is the chance of doing sims between different ships. How the stories of some characters and some others, even though they may be mostly independent, are intertwined and enrich each other. How even in different ships friendships could flourish. We can seen a beautiful example of that here. Add to that mix two wonderful writers (and PRODUCTIVE ones, @Alora DeVeau is a monster with JPs and writing one with @Geoffrey Teller is always fun and instructive) , the ongoing sense of shared background (even without knowin
  17. I'm excited to see how this scene shapes up, but this opener from Ganarvuss is beautiful. I think it's a great example of how two characters can feel very differently about a situation. ((Chief of Security’s Office-Deck 4-USS Atlantis)) ((Time Index: Day 15? of Shoreleave)) ((OOC: All thoughts and opinions strictly IC.)) There had been an incident on the surface and Ilana was not happy about it. She was even less happy with how little information she had received from the Starfleet officers involved. In fact, almost everything she knew had come from the govern
  18. I have really been enjoying the viewpoints of these poor, assimilated crew, who are empathetic even as they are doing cruel terrible things beyond their control. ((ECS Andromeda – Corridor)) Routing information flowed into his nanite enhanced brain, filling the biological components to their capacity. He knew the Andromeda now, at least the layout of the ship, as well as he knew the Nimitz. All of the information was stored within his memory. Renati turned down the next corridor he came to, following the internal maps. One turn, then another, and before long he wou
  19. One of the things I particularly like to see in SIM is consequences. How the actions of an adventure or a mission affect the characters and the way they grow up with it. It is even better if we can see how the crew helps each other to overcome traumas and problems and how the officers in command are humans beneath all the glamour of command, with their flaws, their weaknesses and their need of others. All this can be read in this JP and is just a tiny example of the good work and wonderful skills of its writers. In this shoreleave there are some great JPs and I had a hard time choosing one of
  20. Lt. Marshall & Lt. JG Josett - Road Trip (Part VIII) ((Bridge, USS Azetbur)) Yawning into midair, Chris wandered through the open door onto the bridge, his hand stuck in the back of his growing hair already sticking up at all angles like some confused starfish, and a countenance like someone who rolled out of bed only mere moments before. Sitting there, feet up on the bridge console, nursing a steaming cup was who he expected, but judging by the look on the blond's face, Chris was not. O. Marshall: You're not Lena. Johns: Not today. Diverting himself to the r
  21. (( Courtroom 407, Starfleet Judiciary Facility, Andoria )) Skepus’ eyes narrowed as he gazed down his nose at the defendant on the stand. It was uncommon for a defendant to sit on the witness stand, but as Skepus had learned in the weeks prior, this particular defendant was easily led. His own counsel had even (unwittingly) expressed exasperation at their client’s bellicose and short-sighted desire to never appear weak. Aria sat back examining and reexamining their evidence, and it was a mountain full. Skepus: Admiral Fraser, just so we’re clear, you mainta
  22. Lt. Sienelis & Lt. Marshall - Road Trip (Part I) ((Bridge, USS Azetbur)) Sat in the pilot's chair on the bridge, Bear had angled the ergonomically designed seat back as far as it would go, enough to kick his crossed boots up onto the console. A cup of coffee in his hand held to his chest, his mind was elsewhere as he stared out of the viewscreen, watching the space tunnel created by warp as the yacht sped ever forward through the dark. Memories of the last time he'd done this played on his mind, drumming a beat on his heart like a timpani. Only Lena had been within reach, r
  23. ((OOC: Picking up an older MSNPC that someone else created, making it your own, and adding some interesting idiosyncrasies, all while still doing the original character justice, could not have been easy, but I believe that is exactly what the writer has done here. Not only did I enjoy this post immensely, but as a new ensign in the fleet, I felt like it gave me so much to work with moving forward. Later, I found this post to be a key stepping stone that brought the Veritas smoothly into ACT II of its current mission.)) ((Tholian Station)) It was quiet. Always so quiet. An unbe
  24. ((Hotel Room, Endaasi)) Cade Foster lounged back in a chair, idly waiting and watching the clock. It was one of those occasions where he was banking on his own gravitas to connect him with his recalcitrant son for a talk that was long overdue. Wyn did not want the tables turned and to have Cade Foster knocking on his door at two in the morning. Nobody wanted Cade to make a midnight house call, least of all his own kid. Besides, he loved the kid and the kid loved him. While they were always and forever close, the knowledge that something was hidden from him had driven a hazy wedge
  25. (( Bunker under Predator Paddocks, Asteroid Trueno, Bratax System )) Quinn Reynolds had crept up on them -- or perhaps he just wasn't listening -- with a grace that should not have been surprising. She rounded the corner with one hand wrapped around her chest, shoulders hunched. Splattered in mud from head to foot, soaked with rain, sweat, injured and bleeding, having been in an overturned car and then chased down by a dinosaur, yet seemingly escaped mostly unharmed. Emphasis on the mostly. Reynolds was probably in the worst shape that any of the three Tans had ever seen her in. He
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