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Kali Nicholotti

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  1. ((Planetside, Escape Pod crash site)) The first thing that Ayemet was aware of was a strong sense of disorientation. The world was black. A deep, dark blackness. There were muffled sounds., and the sickening smell of acrid, choking smoke. Ayemet groaned. The last thing she remembered was falling out of the atmosphere of the planet, spinning wildly as they desperately, and unsuccessfully, tried to control; the descent of the escape pod as it smashed into the jungle’s canopy. Something warm and sticky trickled down Ayemet’s head. She instinctively put her hand to her temple, and immediately regretted it. A sharp jab of pain went through her as she brought her hand up to her face, trying in the darkness to perceive what was on it. She laughed inwardly. o0 Do you really need to check? You’ve a head injury 0o Shaking the thought from her mind she looked around. On actually examining the apocolyptic scene before her, she realised that the darkness was actually punctuated by the red pulsation of the pod’s emergency alarm, with whips of a dirty grey smoke wafting across the pod’s interior highlighted by the alarm’s light. Pod Computer: Warning. D.d.d.dangerous landing. W.w.w.. warning. d.d.d dangerous landing. The clipped feminine voice of the computer alarm stated. Jacin: muttering: Thanks for telling me.I hadn’t realised.:Roll call! Ayemet released the clamps on her harness and dropped to the wall, that now served as the floor, of the escape pod.. She grunted with pain, realising that the number one priority was the crew’s safe evacuation. Jacin: Now. Everyone report in. Name, rank, and any any injuries sustained. One by one the crew reported in, exactly as expected with name rank and the handful of injuries that several had sustained. Captain Shayne and Lieutenant Commander Rodan ran a good ship, and Ayemet contented herself with the knowledge that all the others would have landed safely and the shuttle would be beginning its’ work on the Arrow. At least she hoped so. A momentary stab of fear ran through her. In amongst all the chaos of the evacuation she hadn’t seen any other pods in distress, and the shuttle had answered her initial hail, but she couldn’t be certain that that had remained as the status quo. No. She wouldn’t allow that worry to take over. Even if it were true, and there was nothing to suggest that it was, there was nothing she, or any of the others could do about it. No. Ayemet had to ensure the safety of those around her. Those who she knew she had an immediate responsibility to, All of the pod’s occupants had reported in, and no-one had seemingly anything other than minor injuries that could be dealt with, or at least stabilised, by the medical kits included in the emergency packs. No wait. That wasn’t right. There was one occupant who hadn’t reported in. What was her name? Crossley? Yeah that was it. A fresh faced human cadet who was training as a Nurse. She stood up and raised her voice. Jacin: shouting: Trell! Shut that blasted alarm off and see if you can restorer some lighting! The Bolian Security Officer moved swiftly and within seconds thew alarm was off, leaving only the loud ringing sound in her ears. The emergency lights kicked in soon after and Ayemet couldn’t help but let out a gasp. For the greater part the pod was intact, for the greater part. Thick plume of smoke rose from the centre console,, and a beam, no not a beam Ayemet realised, the branch of one of the massive trees had pierced the escape pod skewering the small craft ripping through the navigation and engine consoles , The fact that the pod had hit one of the trees with such force as for that to be able to happen, and yet kept the majority of the pod intact, was a testament to Starfleet engineering, but one thing was certain. The pod was wrecked, and now useless. Jacin: Okay listen up! We’re evacuating now. I want each of you to check your area for any useable tech we can salvage. Ran I want you to organise it all and see if we can make a functional communications ray from it all. Ren nodded curtly. Jacin: Once out of this pod I don’t want you coming back in, so make sure you have all that you need before heading out. She turned to a short stocky Tellarite female who she recognised from the Operations Division. Hohk you’re responsible for making sure that the emergency pack is complete. Take who you need to help set up the shelters. She felt her heart pumping , thumping in her chest cavity as if it would burst out of it. The rush of adrenaline from finding herself in these circumstances had carried her through the initial discovery of the seriousness of their circumstances, but truth be told this was not something that came naturally to Ayemet. Her actions were born from necessity not her natural proclivity. As each crew member began to strip their area of usable resources, slowly but surely moving out of the devastated interior. Jacin lent against what was once the top of the pod, but that now served as a wall. She was about to collapse when a young human make, Ben…What was it again? Ben Hunter, his Gold uniform covered in grime , his normally clean shaven and expertly groomed face also v=covered in dirt walked uo to her. She let out a sigh and looked up at him, here eyes telling him to report. Hunter: Sir.. Ayemet put her hand up, Jacin: I’m an Ensign. Just call me Ayemet. Hunter nodded grimly. Hunter: Ayemet. It’s Crossley. I…:beat : I think you need to see her. That all too familiar fear rose in Ayemet’s stomach. That fear. That ice cold feeling that fed on itself and her own insecurities. Without saying a word she followed Hunter to wear Crossley had been seated. What she saw chilled her to the bone. The young Cadet was still strapped into her seat, another splinter of wood piercing right through her lower torso. It was difficult to tell the color of her uniform so covered in blood and grime, and the Cadet’s face was almost drained of color, bearing only a sickly blueish tinge . Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was only partly aware of her surroundings, of what was happening. As Ayemet approached her the fellow Nurse, Darcy, if Ayemet remembered correctly turned from studying his scanner and approached Ayemet. A wild frightened look in her eyes Ayemet waited for him t o report. He merely shook his head, obviously struggling to contain his feelings, the flood of emotions that might otherwise escape should they be given the slightest opportunity or reason to. Ayemet nodded sadly. Jacin: How long? Darcy: Mintues, maybe a couple of hours at most. The : beat: the brach ran straight through her. She’s suffering from a severe spinal fracture and it’s pierced her left lung. She has traumatic pneumothorax.I’ve made her as comfortable as I can but… If we had a medical bay…. His voice trailed off, a look of untold grief in his eyes. Ayemet put a gentle hand on his shoulder Jacin: Thanks Darcy. Collect your pack and help set up a triage for the other injuries. I’ll stay with her. Darcy: But..:Looking at Crossley: She.. Ayemet gently but firmly turned Darcy around.Her heart breaking. Knowing how he felt all too well. Jacin: You’ve done all you can, but others need you now. What you’ll do will make a difference. I’ll stay with her until : beat : until she’s gone. Darcy nodded and turned to leave without saying a word. Ayemet didn’t know him well, not that she kn ew any of the crew we’ll, but he was trying his best, and as much as he was affected by his inability, through no fault of his own, to help Crossley, Ayemet thought that maybe helping other might guide him through a difficult time. She mad her way over to Crossley, and reached out for her left hand, holding it whilst gently rubbing it with her thumb. Jacin: Hey there. Amanda. It’s Ayemet. How you doing? o0 How you doing? Stupid 0o She stroked Crossley hair away from her face, it’s normally raven black sheen lost in a sea of blood and dirt. Ayemet hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. Up to this point her growing empathic abilities had been something she had been scared of, a fittingly painful ‘gift’ from her El-Aurian Father, but maybe this time they might prove to be a benefit. She had spoken briefly to the human about her time growing up in an area of Earth called Australia. Ayemet remembered how wonderful it sounded, and how Crossley’s love for it was all too obvious. She looked at Crossley in the eyes, unsure if what exactly to do. It wasn’t as if it was some sort of ‘power’ that could be turned off and win. It just was. When she spoke her voice sounded; different somehow, as if it had depth or knowledge, a knowledge that Ayemet was not aware of or even did not truly posses. Jacin: I know you’re scared :she continued to lightly caress Crossley’s left hand: But there’s nothing to be afraid of. You are safe and warm. Surrounded by that bright orange sun that shone down on you that time you went to the Barrier Reef. Crossley’s eyes looked at Ayemet, trying to focus on her. Jacin: You’re not alone. You are about t go on a great adventure. I remember you telling me how much you lived for adventure.I’m with you. Saying with you. You’re not alone. I want to think of your favourite place in the world, the place that makes you the happiest. You’re going there. There was a ragged gasp of breath from Crossly, and Ayemet choked back the tears. o0 Not now. Just hold on. Don’t give in now 0o. She started to sing to Crossley, a Bajoran nursery rhyme that her Uncle, or was it her Brother, had once taught to her. Gently holding Crossley. For a moment she was on a beach a golden beach, a dog running by her side with some kind of green ball in its’ mouth a man ahead laughing at her. Man: Come on ~Amanda! D you really want to be beaten in a race with a pug? Then she was back in the pod. Crossley’s hand cold and unmoving in hers, her eyes staring upwards as if looking at the sun. Ayemet let go sobbing uncontollably. She didn’t know why. She didn’t even know Crossley that well, and she didn’t understand that ‘vision’, if that’s what it was, but those were questions for another time, another place. She stood up, closing Amanda’s eyes, and folding her arms in her lap. Wiping her eyes on her grimy sleeve she stood up, taking her pack with her, and went to help those that were still alive. Ensign Jacin Ayemet Science Officer USS Arrow A239810JA2
  2. I don't know what you guys are thinking, Kali is totally a queen...
  3. Got a kick out of this one... ((Hallway - Maklau Resort Hotel, Risa)) After the group session in Meidra's Office, Talos had met with several of the people who had offered to help with the Remembrance Celebration and they'd all gone away with different action items and tasks. He was still sort of in awe at how his random, spur-of-the-moment idea had blossomed into a real event that everyone seemed interested in making happen. Talos had returned to his room, thankfully finding it empty, and had taken a long thorough sonic shower that seemed to have rid him of his body glitter infestation once and for all. He had put on some fresh clothes and headed back out to start accomplishing his various small missions to facilitate the festivities. He'd left the wing of the hotel where the Junior Officers had been stashed away, in search of the Resort Administrators, but he must've taken a wrong turn and found himself in the Command Officer's wing. He was turning around to leave when he saw the XO, Commander MacKenzie, seemingly returning to her room. He went to give her a little smile and nod as she passed, but something caught his eye and caused him to do an unintentional double-take. In her hands was a little, oddly painted Horga’hn. Being a subject relevant to his interests, Talos knew all about the Risian fertility symbols and the ritual of Jamaharon. Talos sort of stopped for a moment, [...]ed his head slightly and opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it and closed it again. He ALMOST walked away, ALMOST, but his nature got the better of him. He casually pointed at the Horga’hn. Dakora: Commander MacKenzie... ::He smirked.:: Are you seeking Jama- An expression on the XO's face caused his courage to falter halfway through the question and he trailed off. MacKenzie: Response Facing down a glare that felt like it had burned through to his soul and left two singed MacKenzie-eye-sized scorch-marks. Talos rapidly backpedaled. Dakora: No. Right. ::He swallowed.:: Definitely not. MacKenzie: Response Sometimes bad ideas were fun, but sometimes bad ideas were just... bad. This certainly felt like the latter. With all of the dignity of a dog with it's tail between it's legs, Talos tried to make his escape. Dakora: Uh, well... Enjoy the rest of your day, M'am. MacKenzie: Response Sheepishly he continued on his way to find the Resort Admin area, vowing to steer clear of the Command wing for the rest of the shore leave. END ======//////======> Ensign Talos Dakora Intelligence Officer USS Resolution O238811CD0
  4. Also in September, congrats to Aine Sherlock for her promotion to full Lieutenant and Yogan Yalu for his promotion to Lieutenant Commander!
  5. OOC – This is a flashback from Ar’Gorvalei’s Academy days. Just wanted to share. IC - ((Earth, San Francisco, The Fab Floor, 3 years previously )) Natalie Tomassen, her brown ponytail swaying behind her, led her fellow second-year cadets down the nightclub’s winding staircase. Tomassen: I learned about this place from some upperclassmen. It’s sort of a hidden gem. Her roommate Mysa zh’Drinnel, a tall, lithe Andorian woman with cobalt blue skin and her white hair in many tiny braids, navigated her way down the staircase holding a glass of blue Andorian Ale she’d picked up at the bar. Zh’Drinnel: A ‘gem’? Right… Behind the two women, Ar’Gorvalei and Gabriel “Bing” Reyes, Natalie’s boyfriend, followed. The downstairs room of the bar was lit by colored strobe lights. Tables, couches and pillows were scattered about the room. Patrons, mostly human, and mostly Starfleet cadets, clustered in small groups around the room. Reyes: The real gem is over there. ::Points with his drink at a large, squat, rectangular machine with a glass front and several buttons:: That, my friends, is an authentic, Seeburg Model ESE 100 Jukebox, circa Earth Year 1970. Tomassen: Authentic? ::Snorts :: If it were really authentic, it would be in a museum. Reyes: No, really, it is. I talked to the owner. They’ve had to replicate replacement parts over the years, but the replicated parts have all been true to the original. Tomassen: Now there’s a philosophical question. :: Takes a sip of her beer and looks at Ar’Gorvalei:: How many parts do you have to replace before something is no longer the original? You replace one worn part here, one worn part there; after a century or two just about every part has been replaced, one at a time. Is it still the original, or a replication? Ar’Gorvalei met Natalie’s eyes. The two were both specializing in medicine at the Academy, and had connected over their shared studies in xenobiology. Ar’Gorvalei: Humans and Efrosians – and Andorians too, I imagine… ::Glances at zh’Drinnel:: … constantly grow new cells as old cells die off. Skin cells, hair cells, everything but neurons, die off and are replaced. Yet are we not our ‘original’ selves? Would you argue that you are a replica of Natalie because you are not composed of the ‘original’ Natalie cells you were born with? Tomassen: ::Raises her drink and smiles at Ar’Gorvalei:: Touche. Mysa peered into the jukebox’s glass front. Zh’Drinnel: That’s all well and good, but what does this thing actually do? Assuming it does anything. Bing leaned on the left side of the jukebox. Reyes: Oh, well, that’s the real beauty. You see, it plays … Tomassen: Let’s just show them. Natalie walked up to the machine and took a small, round disk out of a cup attached to the wall next to the machine. She slipped the disk into a hole in the side of the machine. She looked inside it, and pressed a letter and number combination on the buttons on the machine’s front. Tomassen: ::Snickering:: You’ll like this one. Mysa jumped back as the sound of an electric piano echoed from the box, followed by the strumming of an electric guitar and a man’s voice: . “Seventy-three men sailed up From the San Francisco Bay Rolled off of their ship, and here's what they had to say "We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore We can laugh our lives away and be free once more" Ar’Gorvalei: :: Is this a library? Reyes: No, no. It just plays music, classical music. ::Shakes head and smiles.:: Ar’Gorvalei: Are these not the songs of your people? Meanwhile, Natalie began dancing with Mysa and pumping her fist in the air to the beat of the song’s chorus as she sang along: “Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship On your way to a world that others might have missed…” Ar’Gorvalei: ::Looking confused:: Is this an account of early space exploration? Jonathan Archer’s voyages? Or later? Tomassen: Naw, this was written 200 years before Archer, more or less. Ar’Gorvalei: Prophesy, then? Reyes: More likely drugs. I heard they were doing a lot of LDS around that time. ::Looks at the jukebox again:: I’d love to take this baby apart. Tomassen: Don’t you dare. We’d get banned. Reyes: I’d put it back together again. Tomassen: The old thing’s probably held together with baling wire and duct tape. You pick the next song. Reyes: ::Flipping through the song selections:: Ah-ha! Keeping to the theme of nautical nonsense. Natalie dragged Bing away from the jukebox and onto the dance floor, as a strangely accented song about a “yellow submarine” began playing. Mysa raised an eyebrow at Ar’Gorvalei. He smiled, took her hands, and joined her on the dance floor. (( Present – USS Arrow, Deck 2, Officer’s Mess )) Ar’Gorvalei looked at the holopic he held in his hands, taken at the Academy, of himself, Mysa, Natalie and Bing, arms around each other, the latter two half drunk. He pushed the button to turn it off and slipped it inside his pocket, and gazed off into space. They had been good friends, for a time. Then Bing had slept with the wrong person, Natalie slept with Ar’Gorvalei in retaliation, and Mysa became furious at both of them. Ar’Gorvalei was left stunned at how quickly his closest friendships had imploded. oO It seemed like such a small thing to throw away friendships over. I will never understand humans. Or Andorians. Oo Ar’Gorvalei shook his head. Bing had dropped out of the Academy; Ar’Gorvalei never heard all of the details, but there was some sort of scandal connected to his departure. Mysa was recently posted to a ship serving on the other side of the Alpha Quadrant. They still kept in touch, although they were no longer as close as they once were. As for Natalie… Ar’Gorvalei walked up to the jukebox in the officer’s mess. It was a different model, but the principles were the same. He scanned through the tabs listing the available songs. oO Yes, they have it. Oo His fingers hovered over the buttons, just lightly touching them. Then he pulled his fingers back, as if the keys burned him. oO No, not yet. It’s too soon. Oo Still, the words echoed in his head, and Ar’Gorvalei smiled. “Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip Ride captain ride upon your mystery ship On your way to a world that others might have missed…” END Ensign Ar'Gorvalei Medical Officer U.S.S. Arrow A239809A11
  6. This year, the USS Arrow's theme is 'A Gallery of Historical and Mythological Figures'. We have: Properly named all avatar files and uploaded them to the wiki. Properly named our category on the wiki. Properly categorized our category on the wiki.
  7. If you've only lived on earth you've never seen the sun Or the promise of a thousand other suns that glow beyond here And if you care to see the future look into the eyes Of your young dancing children don't be afraid of our ways When the earth moves again - When the Earth Moves Again - Jefferson Airplane - (1971)
  8. Only if they promise not to call my boat a 'bathtub toy' ever again. ::Grumbles.::
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