Connor Dewitt

Zenno is known for his world creation, but he exceled himself again with this introduction of a new MSNPC. It has been a joy to read, thanks, @Zenno ((Dome Selegrathe, on the surface of Emisa III)) Senna Kor’s tail curled tightly, as it did whenever she was deep in thought. She leaned over the rickety table, studying the maps of the underground tunnels, where most of the clan lived. Since the collapse of the fourth wing, mostly everyone had moved into the second, but space was tight and rations, even tighter. The drip-drip of the contaminated rain water from this morning, seeping in through the cracks in the joints of the dome kept time for her as the minutes passed. She wished she had convinced more of the clan to move into the domes, but the old superstitions were hard to break. Nevertheless, they had to risk, as Rodonthi Crusader Patrols were getting bolder, pushing her people further back, and the Moon People, well, the Moon People continued to do as they have always done. She looked at the old radio, still powered by a barely working generator. When the generator quit, they had no parts to fix it. Another piece of the old world, gone forever. The broadcast loop had continued now for eight revolutions. Would the ninth be different? She didn’t think it would, but the people had hopes. And she was a dealer in hope. It was all they had, living in the ruins of what was. But her contemplations were interrupted by War Captain Sullustis. He strode into the dome, his nose already crinkling with the musty and damp odors that assaulted him. Like all his people, he was lean and wiry. But unlike Senna’s coppery skin, he was silvery and the sunlight, fractured as it was by the cracks both old and new in the dome made quite the rainbow effect on his arms as he strode towards her. Sullustis: Senna, the Rondonthi zealots attacked the Cave of Whispering. Three of ours were taken, likely converted or put to death. But we drove them back, killing five. Should we pursue and take revenge? His tail, lithe and supple, hung low, indicating his anger. Senna’s tail draped around her shoulder, with the end to her right, indicating a gracious welcome. She turned from the unbalanced table which shifted as soon as she took her hands off it. Senna: War Captain. No, we don’t have time. I think the Death Towers have destabilized everything below the third level. ::beat:: Get the people ready to move. I want every Warrior ready to fight, and that includes able boys and girls who can hold a knife. We leave tomorrow. ::turns back towards the map:: Sullustis had not expected this response at all. His tail wrapped around his left arm. He had to secure it otherwise it would have indicated his extreme displeasure at this turn of events. Sullustis: But Senna, where are we going, if not to pursue? Senna: Here. ::points at the map:: The War Captain looked and his eyes grew big and his tail fell off his arm and went straight back in surprise. Sullustis: That.. that… ::restarts:: Is that wise? What is the plan? Senna:: The plan, my dear friend, is that we must risk. We must move everyone and leave nothing here for our enemies. And we will administer violence to any who offer to oppose us. Sullustis: And then? Her tail coiled and tensed. Senna: My friend, we are going to send a message to the Moon People that they cannot ignore as they have done for countless revolutions past. They are going to have to come down here. We will put their tails to the test. ::pauses, looks at the map:: And if the result is what we suspect, we will kill every last one of them and rejoice in it.

Lt. Connor Dewitt checking in. That's right. I am the Pumpkin King! - Jack Skellington

I had to process my cs experience of the last days thanks so much for the mention

This is my first appreciation post here, so I am pretty new to this A couple of days ago, the Arrow's XO posted here with the appreciation of an MSNPC. He built one of his own and I get strong Ethan Phillips vibes from this one. I loved how it played out in my mind. Great sim, Brian! ((Control Center, Cargo Freighter S.S. Sabrina's Delight, In the Alpha Isles)) Shayne: =/\= Freighter, this is Arrow. We’re beaming your wounded aboard now. The presence of your captain is also requested. =/\= Gaudemus puffed himself up to his full if less that impressive height and plastered on what he considered a fairly sincere smile. Bail: =/\= More than Happy to, Captain! I'm sure we've got quite a lot to discuss! =/\= The connection closed and his false smile immediately turned back to a scowl. His ship was a wreck and having to leave it like this was a bitter pill, but he knew that half the crew had already been beamed away to get treated in the Starfleet sickbay. As he waited for the beam to take him away he looked to his first mate. Bail: Remember, big reward. That's our ticket. This'll be our best run in years! Sm'uf shook his head and grimaced at a painful wound on his scalp. A moment later, the Starfleet transporters took hold and carried them away. ((Transporter Room, USS Arrow)) Appearing in the cramped Starfleet Transporter room to find much of his crew milling around listlessly, but more or less intact, Gaudemus turned his attention to the one Starfleet crew person in the area. Bail: Ah, hello, hello! You did a splendid job transporting me, absolutely splendid. Usually I get an uncomfortable tingle in my back when that one ::He vaguely waved towards Sm'uf:: transports me but yours was smooth as could be. ::At the woman's nonplussed look, he started over:: But of course, you don't know me, I'm the Captain of the Sabrina's Delight, chartered to your very nice Federation for this...very important aid mission! And now my ship is badly damaged and my crew are...I mean, just look at them. Terrible looking, all of them! I demand to talk to your Captain right away! Why isn't he here rig... MacKenna: Captain Bail? He'd been building a good amount of momentum but the sudden appearance of this crimson haired woman almost derailed him. Instead, he turned his attention towards her, as she appeared more important than the woman standing behind the transporter console. Bail: Captain Gaudemus Bail, Owner and Operator of the Sabrina's Delight, at your service. Quite literally, got a Starfleet contract and everything! You could say you and I are on the same team! Allies doing important work out here in the...Beta...Archipelago...or whatever. MacKenna: I am Commander Ash MacKenna and this is Ensign Tarisai. Welcome aboard the USS Arrow. Bail: Ah thank you, thank you, I'm sure this is a big thrill for all of us! Can you take me to see your Captain? Is he this way? Without being asked, Bail began walking towards the doors of the cramped transporter room and into the hallway beyond with no real destination established. Tarisai: Responses? Bail: Oh I'm just saving time...is that a turbolift? No? Well, where is it then! I've got...vital..ish information...probably. Your Captain is going to want to hear it! MacKenna/Tarisai: Response Bail: I'm sure he's a very busy man but I'm sure he'll want to hear what I have to say immediately. ::He looked down at his torn garment:: That is, unless you think I should change first? MacKenna/Tarisai: Response [Tags/TBC!] ============================== Gaudemus Bail Owner & Operator S.S. Sabrina's Delight V239509GT0

You gave me peace in a lifetime of war. Connor as Achilles!

This was my first Award Season in SB118 and it was truly special. It's one more facette of this communities passion and greatness. I love being a part of it! Thanks to all of those being involved in organizing the awards!

Congratulations to everyone! This community is a huge inspiration for me and the Award season - although it is my first - only underlines what a great community this is I am glad to be a part of SB118. My humble thanks to be among those, did not anticipate that

Thanks! Was really fun up until now. Excited for the future :)