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Roshanara Rahman

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  1. 6 hours ago, Robert Falcon said:

    As for "redefining the style", I have a couple thoughts.  First: We've already caught a glimpse of the ship, and she has a rougher overall look than the original Enterprise.  (Darker metals with texture, as opposed to the smooth white plating.)  That may be a common theme throughout the show.

    Second, while TOS will always have my respect as the one that started it all, it was VERY 60's.  I highly doubt we'd see our lead female in anything like the TOS miniskirt.  Depending on how long the series runs, we may see a few breaks with continuity.  (I am not forming an opinion on this unless I have to, just giving my thoughts on what we might see.)

    I for one am glad they're willing to "redefine the style." Of course TOS will always have a place in our hearts as the original Star Trek, but we shouldn't be chained to 1960s production values. If the HD remastering project showed that fans (or at least most fans) can accept new visual effects for the starship exteriors and so forth, why shouldn't we be able to just suspend our disbelief and let them show us the "HD" version of what the interior of Starfleet ships and facilities looked like or likewise with the costuming, make up, and so forth.

    If more money and production capability had been available back then, we know things like the Gorn or the Horta would have looked different. When we go to see a play or show on Broadway, we understand that the sets on stage don't look as "real" as they would in real life. When they make movie adaptations of plays and musicals, do they then say we can't film in real locations or with sets that look like actual rooms instead of just a back wall? Of course not. Ultimately, we understand as an audience that the set dressing is just in service to the story.

    We know that "in real life" starships wouldn't be so easily seen and lit up as they are in the darkness of space (nor would they be so close as they are depicted in the battle scenes of DS9). This is why when fans argue about how big a ship is and try to use "onscreen evidence," it's pointless because even the VFX artists admit they scale up the hero ships to make them more prominent in scenes (even those of the same class such as Martok's bird-of-prey in relation to the other BOPs). The visuals are for the story. They're not meant to be taken literally.

    So if they want to redefine what the 2250s and 2260s look like, that's fine to me, just as a modern sequel or prequel to a video game made twenty years ago doesn't need to be beholden to the original's resolution/graphics quality. If they show TOS-era ships that look more detailed than the ones we saw in TOS, that's just like how the original A Night to Remember (1958) and Titanic (1997) both were showing the same ship from 1912, just with the different production values and capabilities of their times.

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    (More pictures here)

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  2. 20 minutes ago, inkanei said:

    What I meant by incomplete is that while reading through the logs, I saw a number of sim logs where there were still question marks instead of responses. I assumed that only finished logs were posted, meaning that those logs I saw were never answered by the person tagged. At first I thought that maybe the system just sent in logs for publishing before they were finished, but I noticed that even much older logs still had the question marks, and I couldn't find any logs titled something like "This log, part 2" indicating that it was the finished product.

    That's why I asked if I was missing something in my first post. I thought maybe I'd found the "in progress" log files.

    When I first came to StarBase 118, I was also new to 118's style of leaving open tags within conversations. I had previously roleplayed in a group many years ago where each writer basically was given freedom to write for all the characters and go chapter by chapter. You'll get trained into how we do it at 118 during the academy, and after having been a part of this group now for six years, I have to say that the style has opened up a very interesting way of storytelling that wasn't possible in the previous style I had known. I'm not saying one style is necessarily better than another, but for instance, I recently uploaded a "completed" scene to our wiki and usually, I would do so by just patching in the responses from the other player.

    For example, this is a scene where the narration is from my character's POV, and I have uploaded it to the wiki in its "completed" form by stitching together the responses and narration from the other writer to make one long post when in fact this actually took place over a month of posts back and forth of tagging each other:

    Dr. Del Vedova & LtCmdr Rahman: Secret Admirer

    In another scene, however, I felt each person's narration from their character's perspective was what really made the scene so memorable, so I made a table where you can basically read the entire scene side by side from each character's POV: Kells, Del Vedova, Rahman, and Saveron: "Dinner Party"

    What really makes StarBase 118's form of storytelling so fun for me is getting to read the story and various scenes this way. When each person writes, we are often revisiting previous scenes someone else wrote but now from the perspective of their character. No one person then actually has the definitive "version" of the scene, and to truly get the most of the story and the scene requires reading all of the characters' perspectives, which ultimately makes the story and greater world of the StarBase 118 universe feel very enriching and alive.

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  3. On 8/3/2016 at 0:52 PM, Ryan King said:

    I liked the imagery from our guest simmer:

    ::Sophisticated photonic projectors, intricate data baffles and a lattice of dielectric force fields, all wrapped around one of Starfleet's own probes. It was a construct that wouldn't hold up to prolonged scrutiny, but in the heat of battle and with the Syracuse's already damaged systems, the bluff worked like a charm. Titus gave a satisfied smile as he watched the little ship take evasive manoeuvres in order to avoid a collision with something that wasn't even there. Meanwhile the Serpens slipped past unnoticed, altering course to detour around the mines - which, Titus noted, was a nasty little trick worthy of any space pirate. ::

    Well, Rahman might not be a space pirate, but she did play one before... :argh:

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  4. 1 hour ago, Amuro McKnight said:
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    It was also weird to me that they wanted to promote Kirk to Vice Admiral, 2 ranks above Captain if you exclude Commadore.

     

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    Well, considering the last time Kirk was promoted in the Kelvin Timeline, he jumped all five of the other line officer ranks to get to captain, jumping two would show the Office of the Admiralty had learned some restraint...

     

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  5. Apparently based off of an old proposed redesign of the Enterprise in the 70s for what would have been the first TOS movie, Star Trek: Planet of the Titans. The similarities with some of the other concept art, especially the asteroid space dock can't be coincidental:

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    But they've also now said the design isn't "final." Hmm... well, regardless of how I personally feel about the design, it is exciting to be talking about a new Trek movie that just came out (with a sequel already announced) and a new TV series in development!

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  6. Don't forget to still use the spoiler feature of the forum in your posts as needed.

    All you have to do is type something, highlight it, and then click on the eye button next to the smiley face/emoticon button on the message toolbar.

    Spoiler

    Then it'll be hidden from the "unread messages" feed as well!

    Hopefully more joys than groans! Early reviews and advanced screening word of mouth has been positive!

    Here's somewhat of a spoiler, I suppose: a little snippet of the score from the composer himself:

     

    @sandiegosymphony rehearsing for Star Trek Beyond Live to Picture Premiere at Comic Con! @startrekmovie

    A video posted by Michael Giacchino (@m_giacchino) on

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  7. ((Adova: Arc's Personal Residence))

    ::  It was a funny feeling, here she was probably dying and yet she was at peace with it.  All her life she had fought, and struggled, and raged against the world to survive on her own terms, to live under her own rules, but now… Now it felt a little bit okay to let go, to just surrender to whatever her fate may be.  Maybe she needed to stop fighting for once, and stop trying to control every aspect of her life, even if staying alive was one of those things.::

    :: She wasn’t suicidal.  She was just tired.::

    :: Della had been right.  A starship was not a safe place to raise a child -- there had been far too many times T’Sara and Gina had been put in harm’s way.  And T’Lea had been wrong – she couldn’t protect any of them.  Hell, she couldn’t even protect herself.::

    :: So, here she sat on a rather festive tile floor, on some far away planet, in some alien home, drowning slowly in her own blood, and for no other reason than being hated for being a telepath.  It almost made her laugh that she was going to die for something so pathetic and meaningless.  She’d done plenty of horrific things in her lifetime, things that warranted execution, or at least a long prison sentence – betrayal and murder topped the list.  But the crime of being a telepath?  Now that was funny.::

    Kells: Hold on, T'Lea. Hold on. ::to the others:: We need med tech. Is it all back on Compass?

     

    King: I’m going to check the surrounding rooms for any provisions we might need. ::beat:: We’re all dangerously close to being dehydrated. ::beat:: The Compass has most of the provisions and equipment we need but it doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to get to it in the near term.

     

    :: Well, that sucked, thought T’Lea as she sat there and did her best to concentrate on her breathing.  All that meditation was paying off.  She was keeping calm and had slowed her heart rate.  If necessary she would put herself in a Vulcan healing trance, but for now she was complacent with other thoughts.::

     

    ::  Looking back on things, she couldn’t blame Della for leaving, and she couldn’t hate her for it either.  It was never hate that she felt.  Anger perhaps, but never hate.  The truth was that she would always love that stupid Trill, even if Della didn’t feel the same way.  There was simply too much history between them to let their separation, no matter how permanent, ruin what T’Lea still felt, and would always feel for Della.::

     

    :: After all Della had been there when T’Lea had needed her the most, when death was eminent and she needed someone to keep her Katra safe.  Della did that for her, and thinking about it now, that was the moment T’Lea had fallen in love with the Trill.  The moment she had died.::

     

    ((Flashback))

     

    ((USS CONSTITUTION - T’Lea’s QUARTERS))

    :: The pain had quelled, but now there were moments of inconsistent consciousness.   A feeling of drifting in and out of life.  It was nauseating and confusing.  The Vulcan hybrid was dealing with it the best she could -- with logic.::

     

    Vetri: =/\= Vetri to sickbay - medical emergency in Lt. T'Lea's quarters. =/\=

     

    ::The call for help made, Della darted to the hybrid's side, dropping to the ground to haul her up into a vaguely sitting position. The Romu-vulc’s body was fairly limp at this point.  The only thing keeping her sitting upright was a combination of the wall and the Trill.  T’Lea couldn’t distinguish between the two, but her right hand tightly fisted a bunch of fabric from one or the other.

     

    T’Lea:  Who…?

     

    Vetri: ::whispering:: Your cute as hell angel, come to save the day...

     

    ::They had an agreement, Vetri would come first when T’Lea called, but medical would be on the way.  That left little time.  Little time would hopefully be enough so that they could have their private moment together.::

     

    ::Gently, Della brushed the hybrids hair aside, and laid her lips gently against her brow, not bothering to try and hold back the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.::

     

    ::The sudden warmth against her skin rallied T’Lea’s focus.  Her vision sharpened in, then out, then in again.  She was seeing spots before her eyes.::

     

    T’Lea:  ::weak, but surprised:: … Spots, you came…?

     

    Vetri: Of course, silly.  We had a deal, remember?

     

    ::Deal.  Her heart looked inward.  What deal?  At first she didn’t remember, but eventually after some searching, yes, she remembered.  T’Lea remembered what they had been working on all this time, all those long nights together training for this moment. A lobotomy would be the only way she could forget those moments with Della, actually she wasn’t far from one.  But right now, in a moment of perfect lucidity she was stacking her thoughts in proper order.  And with fluid thought came a curiosity. Did Della mean that she was willing to go through with the Katra transfer?::  

     

    T’Lea:  Are you certain…?

     

    Vetri: I'm certain.  You're not getting away from me that easily.

     

    ::The Romu-vulc’s grateful pale blue eyes slid down the Trill’s delicate face, following a particularly intriguing line of small dark spots.  Her mindless gaze ended in a sliver of strength.  With her body tensing in Della’s hands, T’Lea moved to sit more upright just as they had practiced during their nightly visits.  This had to happen fast, right now or not at all.::

     

    Vetri: ::trying to summon up some humor to keep herself together:: Don't want to rush you or anything, but...

     

    ::The hybrid’s right hand flattened against the fabric she’d been clutching all this time.  Oddly enough she had no idea where that hand was, or if it was even still attached.  The left hand seemed to be easier to find and operate.   T’Lea moved closer still, barely holding on to the stoic, regal Vulcan poise as she did so.  Another odd moment of brief wonderment over what the Trill was wearing and why her locks of hair were wet, flashed through T’Lea’s dysfunctional head.  It was strange how these unimportant thoughts rambled to the forefront of her mind so clearly.  The remnant of a Vulcan brow twitched under the stress.::

     

    Vetri: Stay with me, T'Lea.  I can't do this on my own.

     

    ::Face to face with Vetri, T’Lea tried to stay steady, tried to control her breathing, tried to summon the inner Vulcan to finish this.  For the Romulan in T’Lea was nowhere to be found.  Like a coward she had stepped away from the situation, unable to confront the emotional humiliation of it all.::

     

    ::Shaking slightly from the frayed nerves, T’Lea reached up with her left hand, failing at first to place it in proper position for a mind-meld.  Instead, that hand came to a soft rest on Della’s cheek.  The next precious few seconds were spent trying to form her fingers and find the correct points of contact.  It was quite possibly the most difficult and most exhausting thing she’d ever done.   Finally, it paid off.::

     

    ::Relieved, T’Lea dipped her forehead against Della’s, not for technique but out of her tiresome struggle.   Next she tried to set her breathing to match Della’s rise and fall.  Della made the change for her, finding T’Lea’s rhythm instead, just as they’d practiced.::

     

    T’Lea: …assist…

     

    ::She didn’t even need to say it, it was already done.  Della was holding her left hand steady in the proper position, keeping it from slipping.  T’Lea blinked her eyes, trying to clear out the fog, but her thoughts strayed again as she felt Della’s invading warmth.  It distracted, then enveloped, then penetrated, and then reinforced.  It seemed to wash out the pain.  The hybrid was starting to see through the haze in her eyes.  Logic started to jell into a solid thought.  Was Della sending her empathic support?  If so it was precise and well controlled.  But it was also speeding up her death.  T’Lea didn’t know for sure…. She wasn’t sure of anything right now except the meld.::

     

    ::Drawing on the training she'd received on Betazed, as well as the lessons the hybrid in her arms had given her, Della forced all the fear and worry in her mind aside.  It wasn't easy to accomplish, but she managed it, leaving her thoughts clear and calm, ready for what was to come.::

     

    Vetri: ::firmly:: Do it.

     

    ::Her melding-hand rested confidently at the correct points of contact against Della’s face.  Her voice, though labored, was as true as a Vulcan’s should be.::

     

    T’Lea:  My mind… to your mind…

     

    ::A pause as her eyes settled deeply into Della’s.::

     

    T’Lea:  My thoughts…   to your thoughts…

     

    ::A bright, white hot pain started to slash its way through the incredible blanket of... what was that feeling?  It was beautiful…::

     

    T’Lea:  Our minds… are one…

     

    ::Nothing.  A realistic fear registered in T’Lea’s eyes and reflected back in Della’s.  What if the malfunctioning chip in her brain had damaged her abilities?::

     

    ::Repositioning her hand with more determination, T’Lea firmed herself against Vetri’s body and started again this time with a heavier conviction.  This time the Romulan joined in out of desperation. She took one lungful of air and spoke without taking a pause, or another breath.  The words were the same, but the tone was completely different -- intense and rippling with pain.::

     

    ::Wrapping T'Lea even tighter in her arms, Della held her close, desperation clawing at her awareness.  Wildly, her thoughts flashed through everything that could have gone wrong, all the possibilities that could have prevented the link from forming.::

     

    Vetri: Again! Try again!

     

    ::Physically the two could not have been any closer.  Mentally… A terrible feeling started to bore a hole in the back of T’Lea’s skull.  It took all her strength to hold on to Vetri, to stop herself from shaking loose.  She was sure she was bruising the woman.::

     

    Vetri: Come on you crazy [...]. I've never seen you back down from anything yet, so make this frakking work!

     

    ::One last time.  One last act of desperation.  One last intense effort to establish the mind-meld.  T’Lea needed just one more shot at it.  One more.  But before the next word could be uttered, it was over.::

     

    ::The Vulcan hybrid never finished.::

     

    ::T’Lea wasn’t holding her breath anymore.  She simply wasn’t breathing.::

     

    ::Her head fell on Della’s shoulder.::

     

    Vetri: T'Lea? T'Lea!

     

    ::Frantically, she searched for a pulse, a flicker, anything that would deny the evidence of her eyes.  Breath coming in ragged gasps, blinded by tears, she tore at the hybrid's uniform, trying desperately to get her body to respond to the instructions her mind was firing out.  Somewhere in her skull, a rational bit of consciousness was driving her start CPR, to try and get her patient breathing again.::

     

    Vetri: Nonononono... Don't leave me like this! Breathe! BREATHE!

     

    ((End Flashback))

    ((Arc’s Personal Residence))

    ::  A deep, shocking gasp of air filled T’Lea’s lungs.  For a moment she’d stopped breathing and had passed out, but she was back.  Nobody had seemed to notice her brief disappearance.  They were all heavy in conversation about something.  She tried to focus and tried to listen.::

    TBC

    Lieutenant Commander T’Lea 
    History & Archaeology Specialist

    USS Invicta

    Author ID I238301T10

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    Rahman: I tried to warn you that it wasn't going to be like the recruitment posters… but you never listen to me anyway.

    Del Vedova: But apparently I listen to posters.

    :: And that wasn't even true, but never mind. He would stand behind her, and he would be the best at standing behind her. Yep, that's just what he would do, stand behind her. Standing. Behind. Her. 

     

    I can just see Del's face as he stands there...

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  9.  

    ((Invicta – T’Lea’s Quarters))

    :: T’Lea was sitting on her couch in silence, not really meditating, but thinking about her conversation with Ms. Moonsong when the door chimes rang.::

    :: A moment more passed as if she hadn’t heard the announcement, and then she rose to her feet.::

    T’Lea:  Enter.

    ::  Her voice was calm, and so was her response when Rune walked in.::

    Jolara: ::jaw set:: We need to talk.

    ::  It didn’t take eyes to see that Jolara was in a hostile mindset, one that T’Lea didn’t want to deal with.::

    T’Lea: Now is not a good time.

    Jolara: Then I will talk and you will listen.

    ::  With a sigh, T’Lea moved over to the replicator with unwavering patience.::

    T’Lea: Very well.  ::to the replicator::  Vulcan spice tea.  Hot.

    ::  When she turned back with the cup in her hands she took a sip and lifted an eyebrow for the woman to do as she said – talk.::

    :: Rune watched T’Lea for a second. If there was any doubt before, there was none now. She almost let out a sigh of her own. She hadn’t really come to fight but she would have to do whatever it took to make the irritating Romu-Vulc normal again.::

    Jolara: ::releasing a quiet chortle and shaking her head:: I liked you better when you were not so bland. ::waving her hand:: This…. Vulcany act does not really suit you. But I get it. It is how you choose to deal with things.

    :: The truth was, after talking with Moonsong, she was feeling depressed, and right now she didn’t give a flying frell about anything.::

    T’Lea:  ::a sip of tea:: I have had my fill of counseling for one day, if that is why you are here.

    Jolara: No. Actually that is not why I came. But it would make things easier if you were yourself again.

    :: T’Lea gave a dull little shrug.  It was stunning how people wanted her to change, how everybody wanted her to be something different, and when she finally did it, they wanted her to change again.  Of course, this metamorphosis hadn’t been for them, but the reactions were still ridiculous.::

    T’Lea:  Why would it be easier?  Or perhaps the more accurate question would be *who* would it be easier for?

    :: Rune ignored her comment and moved to plop down on the sofa. She looked around, taking note of the sparse decor. It was a reflection of what she knew T’Lea was feeling. For that she was truly sorry but she wasn’t about to show any sympathy. After all, that would only alienate the woman even more and right now that was the last thing she needed to do.::

    Jolara: Because something is happening inside ::tapping her head:: here and you are the only one I can trust.

    ::  The Romu-vulc sipped her tea and then gave a small shake of her head.::

    T’Lea:  There are better people to confide in.  Have you sought counsel?

    Jolara: ::shaking her head:: I do not need counseling… not for this.

    T’Lea:  Then elaborate because you are failing to convey your thoughts in a comprehensive manner.

    :: That sounded very much like a Vulcan insult, and it probably would have been if T’Lea had cared enough to manufacture it into one.  But honestly she had no idea what Rune was talking about.::

    Jolara: ::sighing and leaning forward with her arms on her knees:: I am talking about… ::her brow creased:: If Kieran had not left maybe she could have helped but she is not he… ::Stopped abruptly and looked up at the Romu-Vulc, though she didn’t have to look at her though to know the thought that ran through her mind. She pointed a finger at T’Lea.:: That is not what I am talking about. And I never wanted you to change or be anything different but that does not matter right now. ::She shook her head and touched the back of her neck as her thoughts instantly shifted.:: I think I am beginning to figure out what my mentor really did to me. But actually, none of that is why I am really here. I was not going to tell anyone and maybe I should even tell you but of all the people in the universe, you are the one person who has a right to know. ::waving her hand:: Yeah, I know I am still not conveying my thoughts in a comprehensive manner. ::She sucked in a breath. She was rambling and she knew it. But it was the way her thoughts were coming.:: I have secured the portable repository. No one else will ever be hurt by them.

    ::  It was almost too much information for T’Lea to process.  For a moment she stood there staring blankly at the Al-Leyan as her mind raced to sort through landslide of words she’d been caught in.  And then…  and then it started to sink in.::

    :: T’Lea set the delicate little tea cup on the table top and gave Rune a faintly curious look.::

    T’Lea:  Does the Captain know?

    Jolara: ::shaking her head:: No. No one does.

    T’Lea:  You have chosen to disclose this information to me and not him because…?

    Jolara: I do not really know… maybe because you are the only one I *know* I can really trust.

    :: Just because they enjoyed annoying each other didn’t mean they didn’t trust each other.  T’Lea took the declaration at face value.::

    T’Lea:  And what do you plan to do with the lesser repository?

     

    Jolara: Keep it hidden… destroy it?

     
    :: T’Lea closed her eyes, and tilted her face toward the ceiling to inhale a clean breath of soothing calm.::
     
    T’Lea:  ...why do you people continue to test me…?
     
    :: She said exhaling a long sigh.  First it was Ms. Moonsong battering her defenses, and now this… this temptation of revenge staring her down.::
     
    ::  The look she gave Rune hinted of her thoughts.  She wondered what Rune was capable of on her own.  She wondered about her loyalty to Starfleet Intel.  She wondered if the woman would crack under pressure.  She wondered what she *herself* would do next.::
     
    T’Lea:  You realize they will be looking for it.  You know they will come for it – they will come for *you*, and when they do what will you tell them?
     
    :: Rune knew all of that and she knew T’Lea doubted her. It was no secret the Romu-Vulc thought Rune was weak. It was something that had once bothered Rune, but now… well the woman simply did not know what Rune was really capable of. She hadn’t even known until Kya unlocked the memories Laro had tried to erase.::
     
    :: Her jaw clenched and then she shrugged.::
     
    Jolara: They can come for me but they will not get it. No good can come from it and the danger of it falling into the wrong hands is simply too great.
     
    T’Lea:  You would sacrifice your career and possibly your freedom for this?
     
    ::  She looked at Rune with unwavering eyes.  She looked for weakness.  She looked for hesitation.::
     
    Jolara: There was a reason the Council of 12 sought to destroy the Iconians and their technology. I understand that now.
     
    ::  T’Lea gave a firm nod.  Rune was different now.  Something had changed in her.  But so had T’Lea.  Vengeance, bloodlust, rage… it was still there inside of her, but she had control.  Besides, there was a bigger picture, a bigger target she wanted.  Dal Selta.  Her archenemy, and really all of SFI’s nemesis.::
     
    ::  Now she was thinking as she should have been all along.  Her purpose renewed.::
     
    T’Lea:  The Twelve Deities of Destruction may, or may not still exist.  They may be long dead, or they may be lying in wait for another resurgence of Iconian technology.  The Cardassian Bureau of Intel is SFI’s biggest competition right now.  If either side facilitates a revival of Ico-tech there could be grave repercussions throughout the galaxy.  Now you see why I’ve “mismanaged” details and discoveries.  But Nygel is different.  The information is out there.
     
    :: Rune could almost feel the change in T’Lea, which was good. She nodded thoughtfully.::
     
    Jolara: I know.
     
    T’Lea:  The Cardassians will come for it.  They will stop at nothing to acquire it.  What we uncovered on Nygel has the potential to be devastating.  Imagine infiltrating the upper echelon of Starfleet Command by simply overwriting an Admiral’s consciousness. ::pause::  I believe the Captain has underestimated the destructive nature of such technology.  And I, like you, do not know who to trust.  SFI has its own agenda, but I think…  I hope I have placed my trust well with you.
     
    :: She took a step literally and figuratively toward Rune.  They’d been through a lot together, and it seemed they had a mutual respect for confidentiality.  Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe Rune was playing her like a fiddle.  One way or another she’d find out.::
     
    Jolara: All I have is my word that you have… whatever that is worth to you. ::She bit her lip. That hadn’t come out the way she intended.:: What do you think we should do about it?
     
    T’Lea:  My initial instinct is to destroy the repository.  Both of them.  However…
     
    Jolara: Destroying it will not stop the Cardassians or anyone else from looking for it.
     
    T’Lea:  No.  At least we can influence where they look though.  What good is a trap without the bait.  Since I cannot control the information flow on Nygel, let us use it to identify friend and foe.  If it lures out the Cardassian threat then we will have succeeded.
     
    :: All that was said in the terrifyingly, calculative calm of a manipulative Romulan.  Dal Selta would come.  She was sure of it.::
     
    :: Rune smiled but it quickly faded as she stood. She thought for a moment, rubbing the back of her neck as the pins and needles started again.::
     
    Jolara: We should start with the Captain. Somehow we have to convince him just how dangerous the technology really is and that we can not allow anyone else to get their hands on it. Perhaps even convince him to allow me to keep it secured.
     
    T’Lea:  That would be the best scenario.
     
    :: She paused and considered what Rune had said previously.::
     
    T’Lea:  You have your doubts about Captain Washington?
     
    Jolara: ::shrugging::  If we can not trust him, we should not even be here. There is a gathering this evening. We can speak to him when it’s over.
     
    T’Lea:  If we cannot trust him, we should be *exactly* here.  After the gathering then.
     
    -end-
     
    Lieutenant Commander T’Lea
    History & Archaeology Specialist
    USS Invicta
    Author ID I238301T10
     
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    Lt. Cmdr. Rune Jolara
    Intelligence Officer - USS Invicta
    Writer ID: A238909RJ0
  10. ::Taking a small sip of his cranberry juice and waving his goodbye to Dickens, the Ensign made a beeline toward the door. Approaching the door, he felt the contact before he saw the face. The moment seemed to slow, he felt the bump in his right hand, saw the splash of cranberry juice as it rose from the cup, his eyes grew wide as a large drop splashed over the rim. Then he saw the eyes of the other person, noticed the face and - the ears.::

     

    King: oO Nnnnnnoooooooo Oo. ::A slight splash of cranberry juice landed on the teal uniform of the officer.::

     

    T’Lea: Response.

     

     

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    :: And that was about all there really was to say. Not without repeating themselves, anyway. After a long, silent moment, Della reached out to lay her fingertips on T'Lea's cheek, then turned and headed into the shuttle.::

    :: It was time to go.::

    :: Unable to watch the shuttle leave, unable to take any more emotional punishment, T’Lea departed the deck hoping to get back to her quarters in time to deaden her feelings with a bottle of Romulan Ale before she felt the cold distance of space begin to separate the last connection she had to Della – their telepathic bond.::

     

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    Also, Top Sim nominated!

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  12. ((Shuttlebay, USS Invicta))

    :: Much as she might have been tempted, Della didn't give the woman who'd helped T'Sara and herself load their gear into the shuttle a thoughtful frown. Instead, she was busy sending a silent reminder to her daughter not to stare at the same dark-haired female as she strode off, a bag slung over one shoulder, toward the turbolift.::

    :: Not that she blamed T'Sara in the slightest. It was probably the first time that the little girl - and, for that matter, herself - had encountered someone that had no aura at all... that wasn't a hologram, at any rate.::

    :: As the woman, who'd apparently come in on the same shuttle as the pair of them were due to be leaving on, disappeared from view, a far more important reason to ignore extraneous details turned up, and Della was glad to see her. Not that she'd doubted that such an appearance would happen, of course. One last opportunity to try and blame her for everything would hardly be missed, after all.::

    :: Still, there was at least some hope that this would go better than she suspected it might.::

    :: Saying goodbye to loved ones was never easy. Saying goodbye to loved ones and feeling responsible for their leaving was even worse. It was for that reason why T’Lea almost didn’t show up see them off, but here she was watching a stranger load her family’s belongings onto the shuttle like she was a stranger herself.::

    :: Emerging from around the corner as the woman that had been helping Vetri with the luggage passed by, T’Lea steeled herself and focused on control, for T’Sara’s sake. That’s why she was here after all. For T’Sara, and to make one last ditch effort to convince Della to stay.::

    T'Lea: I was held up.

    :: She said that while looking through Della and at T’Sara. The girl showed no signs of stress about leaving, but to her this was probably just a vacation to visit her grandparents.::

    Vetri: We'd have waited.

    :: A simple statement, but very true regardless. They'd found time for a goodbye before Della had gone to see Kells, and T'Sara had surprised her by how well she'd taken both the news of what was happening and the reality of it. Better, she suspected, than either of her mothers had.::

    :: And just to really rub that point in...::

    T'Sara: I lefts Andy and Fruggles to keep you compn'y. ::looking down at the small black and white cat in her arms, who was eyeing the surroundings suspiciously:: Inky din' wanna stay.

    :: Just when she thought her heart couldn’t break anymore, her daughter finished the job.::

    :: T’Lea smiled through the ache in her chest and knelt down to T’Sara’s level.::

    T'Lea: That’s because he’s your cat. He should stay with you. Always.

    :: She realized how that must have sounded to Della after she’d said it. It could have been construed as an indirect jab at the woman, even though that’s not how it was intended. But it did fit the sentiment she was feeling.::

    T’Lea: Is there any more luggage inbound that you need help with?

    :: A minor slip up that may have indicated she’d been watching from afar.::

    T'Sara: Nah, we gots everyfing. The not real lady helped get it all put away.

    T'Lea: Not real?

    :: The little frown was given to T’Sara, but it was the woman behind her that answered. With a helpless little shrug, Della was willing to admit ignorance on at least that much.::

    Vetri: New arrival is all I know, but she's as real as anyone else around here. Anyway... I'm glad you came.

    T'Lea: Yeah.

    :: It was a short acknowledgment, but T’Lea kept her sights on T’Sara while she fidgeted with the girl’s backpack.::

    T’Lea: I know what you’re thinking…. Just make sure Inky doesn’t walk on the helm controls, okay? It might be funny to annoy the pilot with him, but the cat hasn’t passed his flight exam yet.

    :: The giggle and smile from T’Sara brightened T’Lea’s mood for a split second, until she remembered that she wouldn’t be seeing or hearing that smile or laugh for a while. Apparently T’Sara saw the change in her mother’s colors without even trying.::

    T’Sara: I dunno what d’big deal is. I not going forevers.

    :: Reality check. T’Lea rocked back slightly and set her hands gently on her daughter’s shoulders.::

    T’Lea: No you’re not, but I still get to miss you.

    :: The not so tough Romu-vulc tucked the little girl into a tight hug; one that she hoped wouldn’t break the restraints she had on her emotions right then.::

    T’Lea: Have fun. Stay safe, and look after your mother for me, okay?

    T’Sara: Kay, but you’re squishing Inky.

    :: Releasing her grip, T’Lea blinked at the unhappy cat.::

    T’Lea: Sorry, Inky. ::to T’Sara:: Be good. I love you.

    :: T’Sara threw her arms around T’Lea’s neck and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before scooting off excitedly into the shuttle.::

    :: For a moment T’Lea just stood there, arms crossed as if trying to keep what she was experiencing behind the bars of her rib cage. Something that was all too clear to the Trill standing a meter or so away, though there was no denying that no matter how hard she'd tried, it seemed to be a whole lot more distance than that.::

    Vetri: We'll call as soon as we arrive, let you know that we got there okay.

    :: A half-glance back, and then T’Lea followed through and turned around to finally look at the woman. She swallowed hard, took a shallow breath and met her eyes.::

    T’Lea: Don’t do this. If it’s revenge you want, you have it. ::a step closer:: I’m sorry, okay? I am eternally, painfully sorry. I know I can’t undo what happened, but give me a chance to fix it. I’ll make it right, I swear to you I will.

    :: Begging. This was not the T’Lea everyone knew. This was the act of a desperate woman willing to do anything to make the woman she loved remain with her. Begging was not beneath T’Lea at this point, and the mere thought of that was enough to twist in Della's gut.::

    :: It didn't *need* to be this hard. Did it?::

    Vetri: You don't need to fix it, T'Lea. I told you, *that's* not the problem.

    T’Lea: Then what is it? You said something was going wrong inside of you, well, let me help you damn it. Tell me what it is and we’ll work through it together. You’ve been there for me in the past; let me be here for you now. Just stay.

    :: As if she wanted anything *but* to stay. Leaving was going to tear her damned heart out, and she knew it... but she also knew that what she - they - needed couldn't be found here. But explaining that again was going to get them nothing but more trouble.::

    Vetri: You will be with me, lilyali. ::touching her heart:: Right here. And that's what I need. All the rest, all the incredibly distracting things about you that are part and parcel of what I love, will make it harder for me to get right and get back here to you. Not easier. The best help you can be to me, T'Lea, is right here.

    :: Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around her wife, hugging her tight and, from the sense she got of the other woman, taking her somewhat completely by surprise. Whatever the Romu-vulc may have expected her to do, this was clearly not it. The kiss that followed it probably didn't help her keep her balance, either, but Della really, *really* needed it.::

    ::  T’Lea’s mind raced for answers in the conflicting chaos that suddenly, and physically enveloped her.   She tried grasping onto anything that would make sense, but in the end all she found was the fabric of Della’s shirt clutched tightly in her fists, and then a surprising embrace of lips against hers.::

    ::  It was so unexpected that she didn’t have time respond to the affection.  In fact, she wasn’t even sure the kiss had actually happened.::  

    T'Lea:  I don’t understand. 

    :: Each syllable was profoundly spoken to impart exactly that.::

    Vetri: Call whenever you want, lilylai. And expect me to do the same. And if it's any help at all, remember that I'm going to be with my parents. There's no way in any hell you care to name that I'll be able to put up with that for too long without going crazy, which will be a pretty good incentive for us to get right back here as soon as possible.

    ::  The expression on T’Lea’s Vulcan brow pinched, and she shook her head.  The hard realization that there was nothing she could do was starting to sink in.::

    Vetri: ::sighing:: And I don't want to leave, but...

    :: With clear, and extreme, reluctance, Della stepped back. Whether she liked it or not, it was time.::

    ::  T’Lea felt the break in contact and the fabric of Della’s shirt slip away from her hands, but that wasn’t the only thing that felt like it was slipping away.::

    T'Lea:  … but you are.

    :: It probably would have been better for both of them if she had left the obvious unspoken, but it either way it hurt.  She shrugged, and backed off with another confused wag of her head.::  

    Vetri: ::smiling just a little:: Don't blow up the ship whilst I'm gone, 'kay? Or steal it, for that matter.

    T'Lea:  No promises.

    :: Her tone was hollow, no humor, no feeling.  Kind of like how she felt inside.  The words themselves reflected that she didn’t expect a return soon, or maybe even at all.::

    :: And that was about all there really was to say. Not without repeating themselves, anyway. After a long, silent moment, Della reached out to lay her fingertips on T'Lea's cheek, then turned and headed into the shuttle.::

    :: It was time to go.::

    :: Unable to watch the shuttle leave, unable to take any more emotional punishment, T’Lea departed the deck hoping to get back to her quarters in time to deaden her feelings with a bottle of Romulan Ale before she felt the cold distance of space begin to separate the last connection she had to Della – their telepathic bond.::

    FIN

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    Ambassador Della Vetri
    Diplomatic Officer
    USS Invicta
    Author ID O238506DV0

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    Lieutenant Commander T’Lea 
    History & Archaeology Specialist
    USS Invicta
    Author ID I238301T10

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