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Talos Dakora

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Talos Dakora last won the day on August 9 2017

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About Talos Dakora

  • Birthday 04/14/1989

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    USS Resolution
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    Intelligence Officer

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    Guitars, Engineering, Sci-fi, Sustainable Living.

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  1. (OOC - The music by which this was written, and perhaps should be listened to: https://youtu.be/FnkTuHP9q3o ) ((Main Engineering, USS Resolution)) Sparks flew in a fantastical display of fireworks that she had not seen before. Something deep inside told her they were in trouble, but her mind refused to believe it. One by one, the warning lights lit up on the board, showing just how poorly the fight was going. Hull breaches were popping up all over the place, not that the ship was very big to begin with, but almost all decks had been exposed to the vacuum outside. Power was waning, the EPS grid was failing, plasma was venting in far too many places to begin to count, and forcefields were not holding. The Resolution was dying. The acrid smell of the smoke was starting to get to her. Unable to catch her breath, Chandra was coughing as she darted from one console to another fighting futile fight after futile fight to try to keep things together. Rerouting power from here and there just to keep the containment fields in place, the forcefields up around critically populated areas, the power on to emergency systems...but like her, the ship was slowly slipping into the void. Her eyes were stinging and she could barely see, but she knew engineering like the back of her hand. So when the acting captain's voice came over the comms, she ushered everyone around her out and remained, nearly blind, to continue the fight. Adea: =/\= This is Captain Adea to all personnel. Drop what you’re doing and head to the nearest escape pod. This is not a drill. We are evacuating the ship. =/\= The alarms made it difficult to hear, the smoke and sparks made it difficult to see, but she called out over it all. Amari: Everyone OUT! Get to your designated evacuation pods NOW! For such a small woman, her voice absolutely boomed over the alerts, the klaxxons, the hissing of the cracked conduits and plasma flows, reaching the ears of what was left of the engineering crews. And a credit to their training and ability, it only took them mere minutes to clear out. Only one junior officer had stopped to check on her, and she had lied to them. 'I'm right behind you.' she'd said. They ran down the corridor and she slammed the heavy core breach doors closed and in doing so, sealed her fate. This was her ship. She would remain until the bitter end. The console told her of the bridge calling for power to the engines. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew they had to get away from the escape pods. Whoever was on the bridge knew that too. And so, Chandra spent what was left of her precious moments pulling every last remaining ounce of power from every single system and putting it into the engines. There wasn't much, but pulling the forcefields down from the holes that pockmarked the hull, and switching off life support, environmental systems, weapons, even lighting... A surge of power burst through to the nacelles, exciting the warp coils and creating one final mighty stand by the Resolution to protect the souls it once housed. The ship lurched forward, jumping though warp as far as it could handle, sending every last rib and spar buckling beneath the shearing pressures. It didn't matter that they didn't see the planetary body in the way. It didn't matter that the move was the last the Resolution would ever make, her back permanently broken. All that mattered was that it had taken what was left of the ship far enough from the escape pods to ensure the safety of the people within. Knowing that, Chandra patted the nearest console as the ground shook beneath her feet and the console in front of her exploded sending her backwards into the bulkhead behind her. With her head spinning, throbbing - she hit it against something - she looked and noticed the strange appearance of greenery. Blinking, she knew she had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. Right? The alarm sounded signifying that the warp core's containment was failing, but it felt like it was an echo in the background of her mind. The strange scent of something akin to honeysuckle met her nose as she tried to blink away the shadows. Darkness continued to encroach, the shaking intensified, and all around her the ship seemed to be falling apart. And then suddenly, there was nothing. END -- Lieutenant Commander Chandra Amari Acting Chief Engineering Officer Deceased as simmed by: Fleet Captain Kalianna Nicholotti Commanding Officer USS Resolution R238605KN0
  2. I'm always marching to the beat of my own drum, but I've been working on a variation of the ST:Beyond "survival suit" as a combat/mission uniform variant.
  3. ((CMO's office - Starbase 118)) ((Time index - Night before Keal's party)) ::There was a small crack in the wall. Barely noticeable. It looked more like a chip of paint, probably leftover from when she'd moved her desk the first time and stubbornly refused help to do it. The crack was jagged, but easily fixed. In fact, the more she stared, the more she wondered if it was a crack at all, or just a shadow. All the lights were off, nothing except the soft glow of her monitor at her desk. The desk which she'd vacated about an hour ago, to curl up on the sofa and stare at the wall. Seven hundred souls. Seven hundred rescued slaves. Since they returned to base, Mirra had been working with Ishani and her crisis response team, as well as Aelia and her veritable army of counselors. They'd all been running ragged, offering aide when and where they could. They were exhausted. But...they didn't have her job. After the treatment plan had been developed and implemented, she was approached with a rather delicate situation. That mine had been under Syndicate operation for years. Given the conditions of the rescued workers, life expectancy in the mines varied...but was consistently short. Her job, had been attempting to identify the remains. Cataloging the species in hopes, bringing closure to families who had long ago given up hope of ever finding out what happened to their missing loved ones. Tucked away in her office, she shouldered the burden and began her work. The worst was the before pictures. Smiling, healthy faces with the bold red "Missing" banner, and the date. Some were old enough to be her grandparents. Each match she made would bring a small bit of peace to those waiting at home, but each match took a bit of her soul with it. Mirra had to step away for a moment before she gave it all away. And that brought her to the innocent little crack in her wall. So absorbed in her examination of the curious little crack, she missed the light tapping on the door of her office.:: Zotav: ::quietly:: Mirra...? ::Aelia Zotav had been Mirra's roommate at the academy. Both had majored in medicine, but life had taken them to different paths. Separated by duty for years, they'd recently been reunited, Aelia choosing to move from medicine to counseling, her trained eye took a backseat. Mirra at this moment didn't need a therapist, she needed a friend. She carefully settled next to Mirra, who was staring intently at the wall, knees up and arms wrapped protectively around them. Maximum safety position. Aelia knew what Mirra had been doing, and her heart broke just a little for her friend. Laying her head against Mirra's shoulder, she spoke softly.:: Zotav: ::gently:: How many...? Ezo: ::evenly:: Three hundred and twelve. ::Three hundred and twelve souls returned to their Gods, freed from the mines long before Starfleet ever arrived. Those were the only ones she'd been able to identify, so far. There were countless numbers she hadn't been able to match...yet. She planned to ask Aitas to do some more extensive digging. Some of those people were most likely drifters, no official medical record reports to match them to. There were even more so degraded they would never be identified. They were cataloged in a massive log that hurt to even think about. Those lives would be remembered as a file, on a database somewhere, and nothing more.:: Zotav: ::wrapping her arms around Mirra in a tight squeeze:: You did a good thing. Ezo: ::hollow:: I didn't do anything...I couldn't ::her voice cracked:: Zotav: ::gently:: You brought peace. Closure. ::hugging tighter:: Mirra...they were already gone... ::Mirra took one arm from around her own legs and wrapped it around Aelia. Burying her face into the ocean of inky black curls of her friends hair, and lost the battle against her tears.:: Zotav: ::holding her friend close, her own tears slipped down her face. She kept her voice even:: And now, you honor them with your tears. You've been doing this for hours...alone. Ezo: ::whimpering softly:: So many I can't...they won't match...and...no one will remember them if I can't find them... Zotav: ::softly:: It's alright...you've done everything you can...and we will remember them. We will honor them. ::Aelia moved her hand through Mirra's hair, making soft soothing motions and humming softly. After a few moments, they both managed to stop crying, and the two friends linked hands, each in their own thoughts, but focused on the small crack in the wall.:: Ezo: ::quietly:: I should fix that crack... Zotav: ::tilting her head:: It kind of looks like a happy little bunny...I think it's cute. You should leave it. ::A small smile broke across Mirra's face. No matter how dark the moment, Aelia was never far from the sun. She snuggled closer to her friend, who never ceased to bring Mirra back into the light. Nuzzling her shoulder affectionately, Mirra gazed on her little bunny shaped crack in a new light. Even in the most dire of times, with Aelia's help, she'd work a little harder to find the bunny. In whatever shape it took.:: ------------------------------------------ PNCP Lt. Aelia Zotav Counselor & Lt. Commander Mirra Ezo, MDChief Medical Officer Starbase 118 OpsC239205ME0
  4. Damnnnnnn, Aitas doesn't play. I'd hate to see what she thinks about ol' scarface.
  5. Lieutenant JG Mirra Ezo - Bring me your bleeding masses -Not exactly the way I remember that quote, but I'll allow it!
  6. I loved this so much. It seriously had me smiling and thinking about it several times throughout the day.
  7. It's not Ten forward it's another lounge area seen in the design schematics never seen on screen. The door says "Two-forward". But yeah the stairs seem strange but it could be an engine limitation thing. My experience with UE4 is really limited.
  8. Title says it all. The fan project aims to create an actual to-scale version of the Enterprise-D deck by deck in Unreal Engine 4. They already have some amazing WIP videos and Oculus Rift support is in the works. I cannot possibly explain how exciting I am to see this progress and be following this project closely. http://www.enterprise3dproject.com/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=1&v=uK9ijZeHWjI
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