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A little late night, clear instability that is commonplace for Ronin. Enjoy and suffer as we have suffered. ((Captain's Quarters, Deck 5, USS Ronin)) Turning over in bed and grumbling slightly in his sleep, Karrod mumbled something as the holoscreen in his room continued to display the latest antics of popular action adventure series that streamed its way aboard as the Ronin passed near a subspace relay. It hadn't proven particularly popular with the crew yet many were talking about it, so Karrod had decided he'd give it a watch with an open mind. He'd fallen asleep less than twenty minutes in. Yet it took some purchase in his subconscious, aided by the obnoxiously loud and seemingly random soundtrack that accompanied the laughably vague narrative. Dreams came and he rolled over in bed, snuffling and snorting as he twitched with the action in his mind. ((A Seedy Yet Opulent Bar, Secret Dark Space, Sector Thirty One)) Kar tipped back his flaming beverage and bit down hard on the Ceti Alphan brainworm that floated inside, letting it wriggle between his teeth as he glanced around the room full of photogenic but forgettable people. His edgy team of morally ambiguous and dubiously competent operatives were scattered around the room, failing to blend into the crowd in any way as they drew constant attention to themselves through outlandishly offensive accents, attempts at humor that were as wooden as they were loud, and aggressive ear touching to verify their top secret black market ear pieces were still in place, even if they were micro-implants that they could in no way feel. Everything was going perfectly. A beautiful woman walked up to him, her cybernetically enhanced physique whirring and beeping with each batted eyelid and coquettish smile, and pulled out a gun. Sex'e: This is where you die, Kar! For that thing you did on Ventraxia Ten! Kar spit the brainworm in her face, laughed, and drew his twin latinum plated disruptor pistols. Kar: Time to make'um see Spots, right little buddy? His symbiote, Nic, popped out of his abdomen pouch holding an identical if smaller pair of disruptor pistols and wearing sunglasses. When Nic spoke his voice was as deep as a lounge singer and twice and velvety. Nic: You're damn right. Let's set these phasers to thrill! Woooo! Kar kickflipped backwards and began firing in all directions, seemingly at random, as everyone in the bar except for his team drew weapons of their own, variously diving behind tables or counters as if any of those things would even inconvenience a coherent bolt of energetic light. He spared no thought for the nameless creatures running around at random as viewports were punctured and they were sucked out into space or yanked sideways through a hull rupture to meet a grizzly yet cinematic end. Time slowed as he unnecessarily rolled forward, his long black space-leather coat somehow deflecting weapons blasts and space-karate kicks. His roll landed him perfectly in a booth with several sexy beings and as he continued firing his disruptors in every direction Nic, ever the player, took the opportunity to introduce himself. Nic: We've gotta save the metasubuniverse real quick but when we're done I'm going to show you all how this symbiote is a Himbiote! Everyone laughed although no one seemed to be sure why. Without warning or explanation, several dozen generic henchbeings in a variety of full face helmets materialized, carrying swords and other martial weapons that all seemed to light up. Kar: Dope. I thought tonight would be dull. Guns, Engage Kobyashi KillU mode! His guns began metamorphing in his hands, mechanical arms extending to reveal that each gun was in fact several dozen smaller guns all at once. They all whined loudly as they charged up while the most distinct of the featureless henchbeings stepped forward, holding a glowing box. The voice that came from within the helmet was surprisingly sultry. Len'or'a: Do you remember that thing you were flashing back about earlier? Well I'm from that, and I hate you, and in this glowing box is the thing you said you never wanted me to have. And I have it! And I could've easily used it already but I wanted to see the look on your face when I did, giving you ample opportunity to stop my years long plan for vengeance! What do you say about that, Kar! Or should I call you....Brother! Kar gasped, not because he hadn't figured out who was threatening him or why, but because he just thought about how sick it would look if he got another even more badass face tattoo. He nodded towards his evil metasister from across the unterverse, lit a cigar he'd somehow kept in his mouth the entire time, and took a deep drag. When he puffed out the smokecloud formed the famous Starfleet Delta. At the pre-planned and totally logical signal, his second team of even deeper cover operatives with even more dubious backstories snapped into motion, saving the day with trivial ease. Kar: Exactly like we planned it buddy, gimmie some tail. He spent the next few minutes working through an awkward and elaborate high five with Nic as the thumping soundtrack swelled and his team laughed at the idea they'd saved the entire inverse by fractions of a second. ((Captain's Quarters, Deck 5, USS Ronin)) Karrod jerked awake, swatting at his abdomen and spitting an imaginary cigar out of his mouth as he slowly came to his senses. The holo had just concluded, promising new chapters in the adventures of its unlikable antiheros. With a grunt Karrod tapped at the controls to the screen, turned it off, and tried to go back to bed, traumatized as deeply as he'd ever been. Deeply within, Niac imagined himself with those sunglasses once again and gave a thumbs up before riding away on its tiny, yet badass, motorcycle. [End] ((OOC: In recognition of the release of Star Trek:Section 31 I thought I'd do this lunacy of a sim instead of having a stroke. Thank you for indulging me.)) ================================ Secret Super Cap. Kar Nic Redacted Level 793 Sigma Agent USS Redacted - NCC Redacted Mission - Super Cool...and Redacted V239509GT0

Trust @Avander Promontory to make the Dad jokes.

https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-artemis/c/MMSeKTZEgEQ/m/gCSPY6a7DQAJ Gila reacting to this awkward situation she has been forced into is hilarious! I love the reactions and internal thoughts of our favorite Mizarian!! @Gila Sadar GREAT JOB!

LISTEN TO YOUR DOCTORS OR WE WILL FIND YOU!!!!! Well written introspective from the gruffly grumpy captain we all know and love, and know he's secretly a softie. ((Deck 1, Captain’s Ready Room, USS Khitomer)) The first he knew of the storm of wrath swirling towards him was the unceremonious parting of doors. Surprise at the swift arrival eluded his reasoning, and the recognition that only three people aboard the ship could just decide to have his ear. Was it an emergency? Some kind of debacle below decks? Oh no… were the SCE guys screwing with the door protocol sensors again? Surprise struck again as Dr. Ohnari, of all people, marched in. The bag she slammed on his desk nearly jolted him out of his chair. Ohnari: Oh Captain, my Captain. Wide eyes traced her unusually stern features, and the surprise began to give way to a potent concentration of indignation and confidence. Though it spoke ill of him as a CO, on those occasions where officers really, truly, deliberately and unwisely screwed him, he relished the opportunity to tear them a new one. So vicious were his excoriations that a man had simply left the fleet; though, considering said man had tried to “carbonate” the warp core, the captain was confident his commission wasn’t lasting long anyway. Shayne: My, who pissed in your synthale? But she didn’t respond, didn’t even look up. She dug through her bag, and it was at this instant that Shayne began to understand he didn’t have quite the power he expected here. And Talia was scary. Ohnari: I am not going to ask why you thought it was pertinent to go behind my back for this, but it ends now. Whatever your reasons, they are your own. However, the next time you decide to self medicate, it is imperative I am "in the loop". Shayne nearly flinched at the hypospray that was stuck against his throat, but the pain he’d gotten used to didn’t materialize. Almost immediately, the sensation of… suffusion spread throughout his body. The barrier in his mind became less steely and rough, but it eased the paranoia he’d worked hard to keep in check. It felt more… right. But with that came a clarity that he hadn’t known he’d been missing. Even if Talia wasn’t going to let him consider that in the moment. Shayne: Do the words “none of your goddamn business” mean anything to you? The look that particular question earned him was outright withering, if brief. Aside from everything else, it was her business- he could keep it from being hers, but he’d have to do a much better job of hiding it. He hadn’t, and the consequences were a very snarling visit from the CMO. Which was all fine and good until she began rummaging through his desk. Slender hands were too quick for even Shayne’s reflexes, and the hypo was withdrawn in short order. Shayne: Oy! Ohnari: If you had consulted me, I would have told you this gauge was far too large for the serum you've been injecting. ::raising an eyebrow:: Felt like a hole punch to the neck, didn't it? ::returning to her administration, she laid out two vials and a new set of hypos:: I would also have informed you the dosage was off. And you had been neglecting the necessary stabilization peptides. You've probably been experiencing some unpleasant side effects of the partial and incomplete treatment, which, in fairness, you brought upon yourself. And, I won't stand for it a moment longer. He grunted dismissively. Peptides. He didn’t need no stinkin’ peptides. Sure they were important to healthy operating, and… and… …oh. Shayne: It’s not something you need to stand for! I am a grown ass man! And I will make my own decisions regarding my health. Even to him, the words sounded hollow. A few years ago, wasn’t he an extremist towards knowing all medical details of the crew? And now, was he so feeble of conviction that he changed his mind just to fit the circumstances, and his place within them? That stung. Ohnari: The red cap is the serum, with the correct gauge, and the blue cap is the peptide cocktail that will help negate the side effects for you, and any unfortunate telepath you encounter. Unfortunate telepath… Oh god, no. That was why Ohnari was here. Not simply because he was being an obstinate fool and damaging his health, but because what he was injecting was causing harm to others. He remembered his meeting with Semara- that glazed, almost disturbed expression she’d fought so hard to suppress. How could he have been so stupid? By the time he asked that question to himself, she had already thrown her gear- stolen and otherwise- into the bag she’d carried in with her, and was strutting to the door, quietly livid. Shayne: ::softly:: I understand your anger. The doors slid open, and from beyond the threshold, the intrigued bridge crew pretended to not be listening in. Ohnari: ::turning slowly:: Oh Captain. I'm not angry, ::she turned fully, crossing her arms and spearing him with her steely grey eyes:: I am just deeply disappointed. Some lieutenant at the Ops station, eyes still cast downward, made an “ooh” shape with his lips. Shayne: …oh. He had nothing else to add. He was speechless. It certainly wasn’t that Ohnari’s words brought a stinging thickness to his throat. It certainly wasn’t that his sense of personal pride lay shattered on the ground. It certainly wasn’t that he’d just been profoundly told off before the entire bridge- a bridge that would fuel the rumour mill for weeks to come. Certainly not. As Ohnari marched off and the doors shut, Shayne sat. And sat. And stared. And sat some more. He didn’t realize his duty shift ended. He didn’t realize the lights dimming to begin night mode. He didn’t take heed of the illumination returning to normal levels. Two words, roiling over and over and over in his mind. Deeply disappointed. Boiling anger stirred in him, but it just gave way to more dismay. He’d never been told by one of his people that they were disappointed in him. He eyed the hypo and the accompanying peptides. He placed the spray close to his neck, and allowed the peptides into his bloodstream. And then he shoveled the blocking compound itself into the nearby trash, and summoned as much dignity as he could before stepping out for a new uniform. TBC… Captain Randal Shayne Commanding Officer USS Khitomer NCC 62400 G239202RS0

And then @IsKah had to go and do this.... 😹 For those who don't know, Serala has reasons to hate plaques. Not a good way to get in Serala's good graces, Is'Kah. 😹

So, for our upcoming awards ceremony, Serala decided to have a potluck luncheon in the park and some of the early attempts at cooking are already proving to be amusing: @TAma had this one in which she ultimately brought a vegetarian shepherd's pie: And then there was this one from @Leenaya Edrei who brought hasperat: I can't wait to see what everyone else brings 😂

Everything about that sim is so good I had to come back twelve hours after reading it to make a third post in a row about how fun it is. To review: Shayne takes a telepathy blocker designed for interrogations, so Semara can't read him and know what he's thinking. Proceeds to feverishly think about baked goods, just in case it's not working (I guess)... Finally just blurts out what's on his mind anyway. Don't mind me. I'm just giggling over here.

This sim from @Nolen Hobart that also included @Talia Ohnari had the perfect blend of fun times and drama. I was lulled into a false sense of security with the funny banter, and then Hobart gut punched me. I love seeing all the different characters bouncing off each other, and just how some characters pair off as friends or something more. And gosh dang it, but I'm invested in the crazy doctor and the first officer. So I'll keep coming back for more, even if I might end up crying after a read. Couldn't just quote a few lines from this sim. So everyone gets all of it! Come appreciate these writers' work. Warning, the back half of this sim makes reference to violence against children.

...I'm sorry, what? The XO's done it this time.

I've been getting regular updates from some of the crew of Amity Outpost on their current mission. It's been quite fun to learn about their future selves...and this particular person. Last night I was told I needed to read this because Alexis Hopper is being a Hopper, and it did not disappoint.

Shout-out to @Xiron for keeping it real.

Sorry Doc but your wrong, Strange New Worlds is perfect and the best Trek show since DS9. At least to me 😉

One of my favorite things to read in sims is the hint of the person a character is about to become. In this sim, Lhandon has been killed,* and the video is on display for all to see. Morro and Lhandon were close. We see Morro fight through the pain of seeing one of his closest friends lying dead on the screen, motivating Lhandon's old department into action and channeling their pain into something meaningful. This gives us a glimpse of the type of leader @Morro Caras will become. *or has he?

No no that was the Pythagorean Threesome and after an unfortunate misunderstanding with one booking things got very awkward.

Friends of @Corey Wethern live dangerously... @Madison Marsh @Korras - bring it! 😎

LOL! I know in universe, Forza would have been on the ship since they left deep space 9. But I read this and laughed and went, 'he hasn't been on the ship for a whole mission and he already wants off.'

The amount of times I had to stop reading this to just laugh... Well I lost count! Especially at the part about the coffee! I'm so glad to have been namedropped! That being said... I am @Dekas mum and I want to meet this faker.

This was so unexpected and so fun to read this little mental digression. Holodramas, indeed!

@Kirsty L. Carpenter being relatable 😂

If he get's fired/demoted, whatever happens to doctors who encourage stealing, runs gambling rings, starts up a distillery. At least Ras has a fallback option as a hairdresser.

I loved this line by Sol. "...and while she was sure Gogi trusted her, she had yet to fully extend that trust to herself."

Tess Evinrude has ambition... We'll soon get that out of him 🙂

Posted snippets in our quote thread but @Arturo Maxwell wrote a beautiful SIM in which his character not only reflects on a father dealing with the grief of a lost child, close to his own daughter's age, but as a Starfleet Marine showing compassion for the dead beautifully.

Woke up to an absolutely lovely sim from @Arturo Maxwell taking in the suffering of the Danni people, quoting some of the lines that really just struck me that shows the depth of his compassion, empathy, and resolve to help people he just met. And

@Ras El Heem, demonstrating a clear understanding of the assignment:

This sim by @Robin Hopper was an amazing blend of fun wit and serious worry. In 2442, Between the transporter room where Wil Ukinix sits, ripped straight from 2401, and sickbay, Hopper learns that her husband Nathan Richards has irumodic syndrome. As always, Keegan's writing wonderfully shows the nuanced character's thoughts and feelings on the whole matter, while she also tries to deal with what is right in front of her. There wasn't a certain part of this sim I could pick out, so you get the lot of it. ((Science Lab, Deck 14 – USS Glacier, en route to the Delta Quadrant - 2442)) Even after all the work she had put in to ensuring this plan would succeed, Robin was still somehow surprised that it had worked. Wil was there, in one piece, pulled from the exact moment in time that she’d calculated… Everyone seemed to be a little baffled by that, Wil not least of all. Even the computer seemed a little nonplussed, as he tried to get it to recognize his reappearance after forty years of recorded death. There was a brief pause, a little tone that indicated the computer was trying to work out how to reconcile the information it had just been provided, and then a chirp. Computer: Identity confirmed. Welcome aboard, Commander Ukinix. Then another tone sounded; A little blurp-y alert. Computer: Voice identification authorisation codes expired. Command codes expired. Bioscans expired. Limited access to ships systems granted for the next twenty-four hours. Please proceed to Starfleet Security and Starfleet Medical for re-authorisation. Ukinix: Oh god, from First Officer on a diplomatic outpost to visitor on a starship. Great. Robin watched as his gaze shifted from the computer terminal to her face. R. Hopper: ::Shrug:: Don’t look at me. I haven’t been a Starfleet Commander in nearly twenty years… In fact, there are only a few people on this ship right now who would have the authority to verify your identity. ::Tersely:: My daughter being one of them. Ukinix: ::Raised eyebrows, slight shock:: Daughter? Keehani: Captain Alexis Hopper, of the USS Resilience. Wil put his fingers on the sides of his temples and squinted his eyes. oO Add that to the pile of explanations then, I guess… Oo There were so many things to explain, so many events to fill him in on, it almost seemed like an impossibility. Not to mention figuring out how and when to break all the bad news to him – and there definitely was a lot of bad news from the past forty years. Ukinix: Then let me speak with Captain-- Hopper, geez that sounds weird when it’s not Robin we’re talking about. And it sounds like I need to see medical and security to get my auths back, pronto. Keehani: Wil Professor Jansen Orrey be sufficient? Wil’s eyes snapped open at the mention of his old shipmate. Jansen had been hit particularly hard by the news of Wil’s death… Robin knew they had served together before, and been close. Putting them back in a room together was sure to be a memorable experience. R. Hopper: I’ll get you some quarters sorted – goodness knows, we have more than enough spare rooms aboard right now… If you need space, fine, but whenever you’re ready to talk – now, in an hour, in a couple of days – I’ll keep myself available. Ukinix: Oh, no, you’re comin’ with me. You brought me here, you don’t get out of this. I need to understand what you’re gonna do with me now that you’ve brought me here… She nodded, a small smile coming to her face. Robin hadn’t wanted to overwhelm him anymore than was necessary – but the fact that he was already willing to hear her out was encouraging. He looked down at the PADD on the floor, picked it up, then shoved it into Robin’s hands. Ukinix: ... and what you plan to do with me now that you have what you wanted. Tucking the outdated slab under her arm, she crossed to the transporter terminal and collected her own PADD. Holding it out to Wil, in exchange for the one he had provided, she explained. R. Hopper: A bit of light reading for you, when you feel up to it. This PADD contains a timeline of… relevant events. Things that have transpired over the past forty years that you ought to know. Some good. Most bad. Ukinix: Okay, thanks... but I still want the most important parts explained to me. And I still need my clearances. If I’m not going to be a Starfleet officer, I’m not going to help. You got your PADD, and now I’m forty years out of my depth. Keehani: Robin, leave the quarters to me. I am a Mother Perennial, I will be able to demand quarters for my cousin, right next to mine. Before anyone could say anything, she spun on her heels, and walked out of the lab, the train of her long shiny dress following behind. Robin felt like she could breathe a little sigh of relief with Keehani out of the room – and if she had something to make her feel useful, then all the better. Ukinix: That’s like looking into a mirror of that parallel universe Empress version of her. R. Hopper: ::Amused huff:: If you think I haven’t made that comparison more than a few times… She turned to look at him, surprised that, even after all this time, she felt comfortable being candid with him. It wasn’t how she’d imagined. He didn’t feel like a ghost out of her past at all. In fact, if anything, she felt a little revitalized in his presence – a bit like her old self again. R. Hopper: Alright, then your next stop is Sickbay. ::Gesturing:: The turbolift is this way… They passed into the hall, the doors sliding open gracefully. She watched, out of the corner of her eye, as he looked at the mundane technology around him with a fascination only an out-of-time Engineer could muster. R. Hopper: I suggest you start in early 2402, as the Hirogen Civil War got into full swing. I’ve left out some of the gory details, but needless to say, your time as Amity’s First Officer might have been a fair bit shorter than mine – but it was a lot sweeter. I’ll need to swing by the bridge on our way… To ask a favour. ((OOC – Within the context of this Act, this is where the Ready Room scene with Robin, Alexis, and Nathan occurs, whilst Wil waits in/by the Turbolift reading his PADD…)) ((A Little Later – Sickbay)) Robin’s breath was caught in her chest. Just a few minutes ago she had felt such relief. She had even begun to feel like herself again, a shred of unforced optimism peeking through the shroud of darkness that always lingered on the periphery. The “family meeting” she had just extricated herself from in the Ready Room had dashed that to pieces. oO Irumodic Syndrome… Oo she clenched her jaw and tensed her face to keep her expression from giving away the bitter frustration she felt inside. She glanced at Wil, fiddling with his old combadge, blissfully unaware of what it really felt like to watch those around you – everyone you cared about – wither and die. Whether at the hands of the Hirogen insurgency, the Lattice Alliance’s planetary bombardments, or just from the cruel unfeeling mercilessness of time. She couldn’t help but envy him a little. How sick was that? To envy a man who had missed out on forty years of history, just because of how miserably hopeless they had been… and continued to be. The door behind them slid open. Robin bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to show how close to losing it she was in front of her stoic daughter. A. Hopper: Response Wil, perhaps instinctively sensing Alexis’ serious nature, snapped to attention before relaxing his stance somewhat as she approached. Ukinix: Captain. Pleasure to meet you-- oh, I can see the resemblance! ::To Robin:: Wow, I can really see it. Proud mum, huh? A. Hopper & R. Hopper: ::Simultaneously:: Don’t. Robin’s eyes shifted to Alexis, meeting her equally-irritated glance, before she sighed and rolled her eyes. ((OOC – I received permission from Alexis’ writer for the above!)) Ukinix: Ooh, awkies. ::changing subject:: So um, I need re-authorisation, because, you know... ::sideeye at Robin:: I’m forty years in the future. A. Hopper: Response Orrey: ::speaking up:: Forty years in the future you still can’t string a sentence together without ruffling a captain. The elder physician stepped forward out of an offset section of the Sickbay. Robin had scarcely had time to say “hi” to him either, she’d been so busy and preoccupied with the temporal transporter. Now, seeing him properly, she could really see just what a toll time had taken on him as well. With no regard for Orrey’s elderly bones, Wil grabbed the old chap and gave him a big squeezing bear hug. Ukinix: Mate you don’t look a day over forty years older than when I saw you yesterday. Orrey: You are a liar and always have been. To Jansen’s credit, the old man hugged his friend back with near-equal fervor. Orrey: Brother, have I missed you. R. Hopper: ::Clearing her throat:: Gentlemen… A. Hopper: Response Breaking from the amicable embrace, Jansen set the tip of his cane on the floor again and relaxed his weight into it, turning his attention away from Wil long enough to take in Robin and her blonde doppleganger (at least, according to Wil’s reaction). Orrey: Alexis. You didn’t come by for tea when you were at Command last don’t think I didn’t know. A. Hopper: Response? The doctor gestured for Wil to take to the biobed as he shuffled around the room, closer to Robin. Orrey: And Robin you still owe me that Okinawan sweet potato coding for replicators at the Academy. ::glancing at Wil:: They work faster but ingredients still should be locally sourced. R. Hopper: Actually, I came prepared, Doctor. She reached into the pocket of her long coat and pulled out a small data module for Orrey, placing it in the old man’s hand. R. Hopper: A properly-curated replicator beni imo – along with fourteen preparations from the local restauranteurs… Though, you know it’s actually an American root vegetable, don’t you, Jansen? She was sure he knew. Of all the old folks from Amity, the Professor was one of the few who Robin had maintained semi-regular communication with. Granted, they typically came in the form of these ‘recipe challenges’, but it was still good to have someone yank her out of her proverbial shell now and then. At least her counselor seemed to think so. R. Hopper: ::Clearing her throat:: Wil is here for his annual physical. Forty years worth of them. Given his temporal displacement, you can probably forego the thirty-or-so prostate exams he’s owed. Ukinix: Response. Orrey pressed the panel on the wall and all eyes shifted to the display as it shone into existence – a holographic display providing a breakdown of Wil’s key health metrics, including the genetic readouts from the temporal transporter’s signal buffer. Everything looked alright. Orrey: Well you didn’t reverse anything on the trip here..that’s good..Still going to look deeper. R. Hopper: Were you concerned a pregnant salamander would pop out onto the transporter pad, Doctor? We were very careful – and I’ll add that Commander Moonsong-Orrey, Lieutenant Monroe, and Sam Richards were all integral to successfully carrying out the transport. She eyed Jansen, as well as Alexis briefly. Despite her misgivings about Starfleet and the way it seemed to inevitably break everyone who wore the uniform, she couldn’t deny that it also had a proven track record of producing capable officers – nor could she pretend that seeing her daughter in Command Red didn’t elicit some degree of pride in her. She remained convinced that Alexis was following this path for the wrong reasons, and that it would eventually hurt her daughter in the same way it had hurt her, but Captaincy did suit her. oO I wonder if she’s inherited irumodic syndrome…? Oo The thought intruded on Robin’s thoughts uninvited, and she immediately felt her throat tighten with anxiety. When she and Nathan had learned they were having a child, she had been in such a tizzy. They had run all sorts of common tests, and she’d been oh-so-careful to ensure that Alexis wouldn’t carry her own prothrombin gene mutation that led to her blood-clotting disorder and her lost limb… The thought of screening for something as rare as irumodic had never occurred to them and now that Alexis was an adult, if she did carry the gene, there was nothing that could be done about it. Fortunately, the only ‘mind-reader’ in the room was Wil, and he was more of a ‘vibe-reader’ than a true telepath… and the vibes were always bad these days. Anyways, the conversation continued. A. Hopper/Orrey/Ukinix: Response R. Hopper: We detected no cellular degradation in the transporter bay – and we managed to contain and disperse the chroniton particulates and tachyon radiation safely. Jansen, are there any other health concerns we should be worried about…? She shifted, a little nervously, finding it hard not to suddenly push this all aside like it didn’t matter and start picking the Doctor’s brain about Peridaxon treatments and the project health outcomes for irumodic. oO God, of all the times to tell me, Nathan… Oo A. Hopper/Orrey/Ukinix: Response R. Hopper: So, we can confirm that this is the same Wil that was alive in 2401 and, given that he was in good standing with Starfleet Command on the date of his apparent death, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be eligible for reinstatement… At least, provisional reinstatement while he gets ‘caught up’. ::To Alexis:: Commander Hopper – what is your assessment? If Alexis was as stalwart a commanding officer as she seemed, then Robin thought she’d at least give Wil a fair shake. A. Hopper/Orrey/Ukinix: Response TBC == Dr. Robin Hopper (Retired Commander) Classified Temporal Research Lead, Daystrom Institute Character Wiki Page V239806K11

Also, this tickled me from @Karen Stendhal. 😂

DATES: The class began on 2025-01-27 and ended 2025-02-06 LIST: Academy 3 COMMANDING OFFICER: Lt. Commander @Talos Dakora FIRST OFFICER: Lt. Commander @Nathan Richards GRADUATES: - @Aitas - @Kestra Nin - Gdoh Sbek Congratulations on graduating, and welcome to the fleet. 🥳 It's great to have you here!

Loved this line by Sam Woolheater. "It was then that the three tent packer for four people, banana roasting, burger ready, campfire making, son of a House Grim’lar said,"

Wasn't that the 40 minute all instrumental alt-folk ballad @Karrod Niac was workshopping...?

Well, as a follow-up to this, At least @Serala isn't sending her to do Holodeck Filter changes.

@Morro Caras showing us then when you deal with the Zet, you should always have an ad-block installed. I was laughing so much reading this sim.

Maybe the XO could do a better job holding the ship together IF YOU ALL DIDNT KEEP PUTTING HOLES* IN MY SHIP! *Metaphorically speaking.

DATES: The class began on 20/01/2025 and ended 29/01/2025 LIST: sb118-Academy2 COMMANDING OFFICER: Commander @Genkos Adea FIRST OFFICER: Lt. Commander @Connor Dewitt GRADUATES: @Elor Letek Welcome to the fleet – we're so glad you're here!

You should have put a plaque up!

YOU JINXED IT!

From that same sim:

DATES: The class began on 01/14/2025 and ended 01/21/2025 LIST: sb118-Academy1 COMMANDING OFFICER: Lt. Commander @VLen Kel FIRST OFFICER: Lt. Commander Tahna Meru GRADUATES: Catalina Soldia Oscar Armitage Welcome to the fleet – we're so glad you're here!

Here's @Karrod Niac (Brian) and Roshanara Rahman/Rivi Vataix (Rich)'s thoughts on the new Section 31 film that was released yesterday on Paramount+. We were only able to record the first half or so of our discussion, but we hope you enjoy it! Feel free to discuss the movie below but please mark spoilers with the spoiler tool (eye icon next to the gif button on the tool bar). What did you think of the movie? Do you want to see more one of made-for-TV projects like this in the future? If so, what would you want them to be about?

When the very first line of a sim is a banger...

Can't take all the credit for it. I adapted it from one of these scales:

So there will be a stripper at the bachelor party!

Helloooo up there! @Russell Standish @Vylaa

I love @LuxaLorana so much

He can do both you know? He's a man of many talents.

There are colleagues who reassure that the horrible life-threatening incident in the holo-deck wasn't your fault. And then there's Tito 🫠😂 @Vitor S. Silveira

Shayne knows nothing. Honest, he's just happy to be there.

@Jania Nis has a spreadsheet because there is so much gossip on our ship