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    Lieutenant Commander Etan Iljor - Escort Duty

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    When great writers get together the result can only be good. @Karrod Niac just did to  @Etan Iljor that opening line from the show fame.

    So now he is paying, not just in sweat but with a great sim :D

     

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    (( Etan’s Quarters - Deck 4 - USS Excalibur ))


    The first clue that something was amiss was the blaring klaxon that resounded throughout Iljor’s quarters. His eyes snapped open as his mind went from deep sleep to sharp alertness in the span of a heartbeat. A second clue was that the ceiling of his quarters was much lower than he was accustomed to. As he turned his head from one side to the other, Iljor realised that he- along with his worldly possessions- were suspended in mid-air. The artificial gravity had failed. He rolled over in the air and gently brushed the thin duvet that he had been sleeping under away from his body.


    He was about to call the bridge for a status update when he felt gravity’s pull- and he hit the deck a second later with an uncomfortable thud that sent dull waves of pain radiating across the right side of his body. Grunting through the discomfort, he had little time to take stock of what was going on when the doors to his quarters opened, spilling bright light in from the corridor, framing an imposing and brawny silhouette. 


    Karrod Niac bellowed over the noise of the blaring klaxon.


    Niac: On your feet Lieutenant, lets go lets go lets go! Welcome to Command Training Exercise 29-A! You’re going to demonstrate your knowledge of the interior layout of a Vesta class Starfleet vessel while navigating dynamic environmental conditions and hazards. This is a timed exercise, lets go!


    A thousand and one vulgar curses exploded in Iljor’s mind as he shot to his feet, standing before the Tril Operations Chief in only his black boxers.  The only thing preventing him from vocalising the curses was his deep admiration for the man. Still discombobulated, Iljor tried to adjust to the new scenario as best as he could; adrenaline was now thundering through his body but the last vestiges of sleep clung stubbornly to his psyche.


    Etan: S-sir?


    For a moment Iljor thought that he saw the corner of Niac’s mouth twitching, as if he wanted to smile. A small voice at the back of his mind sarcastically commented that at least one of them was amused by the unwanted intrusion.


    Niac: You are presently on Deck 4, Section 13. As quickly as possible you are to escort a mission critical specialist…that would be me…to the bridge without using turbolifts or transporters.


    Setting aside all annoyances for a later date- Iljor switched his focus instead on what the man was saying. Crises could arise at any time (and often would aboard the Excalibur) and Niac was demonstrating this expertly.


    Etan: Yes sir!::he responded as he reached for the black t-shirt that he had removed when he had disrobed for bed. His mind was already recalling the internal layout of the Excalibur’s auxiliary access crawlspaces.::


    The expression on Niac’s face remained stern to the point of grim, but the man indulged himself in a mirthless chuckle.


    Niac: Unfortunately your mission critical specialist needs a piece of equipment located in main engineering, which is on…?


    Etan: Decks 11, 12 and 13, sir! Main access on Deck 12, sir! ::he said sharply.::


    Though Starfleet was ostensibly the exploratory and scientific arm of the Federation when it came to the training of its officers and enlisted personnel, it was run with almost military efficiency. Despite wearing only a black t-shirt and underwear, Iljor stood at attention, his eyes fixed on a spot on the far wall of his quarters and his tone was clipped and militaristic.


    In response to Iljor’s answer, Niac tapped the PADD he was carrying a number of times.


    Niac: Correct. And that equipment will need to be retrieved before we make it to the Bridge. Timer started when I entered the room and doesn’t stop till I’m on the bridge with equipment in hand. So…::Karrod crossed his arms with a smirk.:: What do we do now, Lieutenant?


    Etan: We should head for Jefferies Tube 14-Alpha and take it to junction 6-baker.


    He was already recalling the quickest and most efficient route to engineering in his mind’s eye. Though the Excalibur was a much larger ship than the Resolution, he had still been determined to memorise its internal layout in his first days aboard. Learning the layout, in theory, would have allowed him to find shortcuts around the ship that might save time in a shipboard crisis- such as the one Niac was posing for him at that moment. Without waiting for clearance, Iljor crossed the room and retrieved the tricorder and phaser that he kept in the top drawer of his desk, along with a utility belt that he quickly wrapped around his waist.


    Etan: Please stay behind me at all times, Commander, unless I instruct you otherwise.


    Niac: Response.

    (( Deck 4 ))


    Without putting shoes on, he stepped across the door’s threshold and into the brightly lit corridor and began to make his way towards their first objective. Even at the late hour, the halls of the Excalibur were not empty. The two men passed several crewmembers who made studious attempts to avoid looking at Iljor, no doubt disconcerted by his lack of trousers. He paid them little mind, however, his thoughts solely dedicated to the mission that Niac had tasked him with.


    He knew it was just a scenario and that there was no clear and present to either of them, but he would not allow himself to let himself relax or to drop his guard. His desire to be on the Command Training Program was genuine, as was his drive to expand his responsibilities aboard the Excalibur. If command was part of the path that The Prophets had laid for him, this was an opportunity to demonstrate his worthiness- and he would not mess it up.


    Every few steps he would cast a brief glance to see if the Trill was still keeping pace with him. There was little danger in leaving the man behind given his bulk and the length of his gait but it was protocol to do so- regardless of the person you were escorting. Iljor could have been responsible for ferrying a Brikar and he would have still checked to see if they were still there.


    They reached the Jefferies Tube within a minute of leaving the quarters and Iljor motioned to the alcove.


    Etan: Please wait against that wall, sir. ::he said in a tone that meant business. Niac was now his responsibility and he would not have the man questioning his directives. Iljor was expendable. Niac was not.::


    Niac: Response.


    Once the Operations officer was in place, Iljor dropped down to the access port, angling his body so that he was between the man and whatever threats might present themselves. With one hand he keyed in his access code and the hatch unlocked itself with a quiet hydraulic hiss. In the other hand, he held his phaser, ready to defend the critical specialist if anything untoward approached. He pulled the hatch open to reveal the narrow crawl space on the other side.


    Etan: Please proceed to the next junction, Commander. I will be behind you. ::beat:: If I tell you to drop to the decking, do so. ::After all, who knew what horrors Niac intended them to face during the exercise.


    Niac: Response.

    (( Jefferies Tube 14-Alpha ))


    Once Niac was safely ensconced within the Jefferies Tube, Iljor holstered his phaser and Niac into the tube. As he did, he unclipped his tricorder from the utility belt. Opening the device he ran a scan of the surrounding area. The junction 100 metres ahead was clear of obstruction and showed no anomalous readings or life of any sort. 


    Etan: Please wait at the end of this section of the tube, Commander. ::he took a moment to assess the space between the broad Trill and the walls of the crawlspace.:: oO It will be a tight fit. I hope he isn’t claustrophobic.:: I will need to enter the access code to open the hatch. Please make some room for me when I get there.


    Niac: Response.


    --

    Lieutenant Commander Etan Iljor

    Chief Science Officer

    USS Excalibur

    NCC - 41903 - A

    C239203TW0

     

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    Day Two: Length of Service & Special Awards

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    well done good job GIF by America's Got Talent

     

    Again Congratulations not only to the recipients but to all this wonderful community.

     

    10 hours ago, Sal Taybrim said:

    Excellent work everyone!  Fantastic job!

    WOW @Jalana - 10 years of being awesome?!  Here's hoping to ten more of amazing stories.

    @Atan T'Seva - 15 years is remarkable!!  I am so glad I have had the chance to sim with you over so many of those years!

    @Quinn Reynolds CONGRATS on 15 amazing years!  You are a superstar throughout!

    I am so proud of @Arys - you have done such great work on Ops as a staff member and across the fleet!  Thank you for all your great ideas and wonderful sims!

    @Vitor S. Silveira - I adore simming with you and I am so glad I get to sim with you again in a new face!  You make the fleet a happier place when you are active!

    @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock - you do amazing work and I am so happy to have you as part of my crew!  I love simming with you and love how much you do for the fleet!

    @Jaelyne Isa - Thank you so much for being such a wonderful steward of the Fleetwide chats!  You have done an amazing job and I am so proud of all you have done with the chat team!

    and last, but certainly not least, @Rahman and Rivi Vataix - thank you so much for everything you have done for StarBase 118.  You are a true and wonderful friend, an amazing admin and a great person to play a game with.  Someday I would love to write many sims with you, but I appreciate every conversation we have and love working with you!  Congratulations!!

     

    Fantastic work everyone!!

     

    Thank you so much Jamie. I always loved simming with you and I am really proud of how far and long you have been with us.

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    Ferri Emlott - Happy Place (Pt.5)

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    3 hours ago, Arys said:

    Honestly, I love to see how much you've grown as a writer (yeah yeah, you're not a writer, you're just a player, I knooooow), and I adore the integrity with which you play Tito. Can't wait to have Ferri wrap him around her little finger again :D Easy victim 

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    Ferri Emlott - Happy Place (Pt.5)

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    3 hours ago, Sal Taybrim said:

    When our ship is full of good players, we -all- build one another up.

    @Arys can attest that we support you @Vitor S. Silveira and your growth as a writer as much as we love Arys’ plot lines in return!

    Remember - you can celebrate and love different people and have them all be equally valid.  Just like you can enjoy a variety of foods or books or movies and like them all!

    a ship never runs on one perfect player, but with the collaboration of many good players.

    so let’s all celebrate awesome sims like this, our awards and ongoing accomplishments and enjoy the stories together!

    Hopefully we will keep enjoying them for many more years to come.  

    I am thankful you guys put up with me and that I have a chance to write with you all.

    Thank you.

    (edit: typo as always)

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    Day One: General Awards

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    standing ovation applause GIF

     

    Congratulations to all, those who who were awarded, those who weren't because they certainly helped those who did, every one who nominated someone, and those that for one reason or another wanted to and couldn't. And very importantly , to the staff who puts this together every year.

     

    And thank you to those that nominated me.

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    Lt. Commander Yogan Yalu — Cloak You

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    This was just the morning read I needed to jump start my day. Thank you @Yalu

     

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    (( The King and I Film Set, Los Angeles, Earth – 1956 ))

    After years of pre-medical studies at university, a year-long clinical residency, and another four years of medical school, Yogan was in disbelief that he was watching someone die of gout.  The malady was barely a footnote in Obscure Medical Conditions, Volume VII, and the conditions which caused it were no longer a reality for the average Federation citizen.  As was painfully evident, however, they weren’t playing by their own rules, and there was little that could be done for him here.

    Louis XIV: Satan haunts our steps, to be certain.  Perhaps my death will content him and you can away.  There is nothing to be done save by the Almighty. Françoise, though I wish you were by my side I take solace that you are spared these torments.


    (( Flashback – Starfleet Medical Academy, Earth – 2396 ))

    Yogan tapped the control panel to open the blinds and let the springtime sunshine in.  The fog was rolling out of San Francisco Bay back through the Golden Gate, and Yogan’s patient, a Human male of 119 years, was preparing for a journey of his own.  Surrounded by several generations of family, he looked serene and at peace.

    Nurse Fim’ta:  So, Mr Doyle, who’re you gonna miss most when you go?

    Yogan shot a surprised and exasperated expression at the nurse, a rather irreverent male Bolian.  Fim’ta seemed to have run out of Fs to give years ago and filled out his charts as if he’d simply asked what the man wanted for dinner.

    Yalu: ::whisphers:: That’s a really insensitive question, Nurse Fim’ta.  His whole family is here and you’re asking him to rank them?

    If he’d had eyebrows, Fim’ta might have raised him in a “Whadaya gonna do about it?” response.  Surprisingly, the assembled Doyles didn’t react with offense, and the patient himself got a bit misty-eyed as he stared off into the middle distance.

    Doyle:  ::whistfully:: Janice.

    Mr Doyle smiled and squeezed the hands of two women sitting at his bedside, whom Yogan presumed were his daughters.  They looked puzzled, and Yogan felt incredibly awkward.

    Yalu:  That’s nice.

    Doyle’s daughter:  ::to Yalu:: We don’t know any Janices.

    (( End Flashback ))


    Yogan took the King’s hand in his own.  Perhaps everyone, if they’re lucky to reach Louis’ age, had a Janice or two in their past.  His Majesty’s Janice evidently went by the name Françoise.

    Yalu:  If CloQ is behind this, then they’re watching us right now.  Is he going to do to Louis what he did to Nusin?

    Adea: Not if I can bloody help it.

    Genkos left the King’s side and peered through some holes carved in a set of ornate wooden double doors.  Then, he pushed them open with his cane.  Yogan was surprised, but no longer shocked, by what he saw through the doorway.

    2399 Adea: By the four…

    2398 Adea: That’s what I was going to say…

    Yalu:  ::weary:: Of course.

    Yellir: Yogan, grab his other arm, I’ll help you move him through.

    Louis XIV: We surrender ourself to your Judgement, Almighty God.  May you be merciful on this servant of your will.

    Yogan stood, ready to traipse through time and space in his underwear yet again.  As he jostled the King into a more stable carry, the old man started administering his own last rites.

    Yalu: If we’re lucky, Your Majesty, today might not be your day to die.

    2399 Adea: Well, I found a hospital - 


    (( Medical Department, Vulcan Science Academy – 2398 ))

    As they stepped through the doorway, Yogan was relieved to recognize something familiar for a change.  He knew exactly where he was, and the context clues of a second Genkos and a nearby Commodore–no, Fleet Captain Nicholotti–narrowed down the time to a rather narrow window.

    Yellir: Perfect. There shouldn’t be an empty bed far from us.

    Yogan, his shoulders bekinged, followed Hallia to an unoccupied hospital bed.  However many steps it was, it was too many, and Yogan’s legs started to buckle under the payload.  He shuffled the King on his shoulders in a futile attempt to distribute the man’s weight more evenly.

    Louis XIV:  I would prefer to arrive in the embrace of the Good Lord with some dignity, sir, or is that too much to ask?

    Yalu: ::panting:: Dignity.  Right.  Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for the Good Lord to arrive?

    Yellir: Maybe we can get a change of clothes while we’re here too.

    Yogan finally reached the biobed and deposited Louis onto it.  Almost immediately the monitors began spitting out his vital signs and the status of his organ systems.  Yogan wasn’t an expert in Vulcan medicine, but he could read a chart easily enough.  Louis’ circulatory system was in bad shape, and his renal system fared little better.  In his own time, Louis would have been circling the drain.

    Louis XIV:  Leave me in the embrace of the angels, friends, and go.  The birds will sing me to my rest.

    2398 Adea / 2399 Adea:  response

    Yogan, having caught his breath but still feeling like his legs were made of cooked pasta, ambled over to a nearby replicator and requested a pair of scrubs.  Unfortunately, what the replicator produced was the Vulcan Science Academy equivalent of scrubs, to which Yogan reacted with disappointment.  For such logical people, their wardrobe was remarkably showboaty.  He took a moment to don the robe-like garment and returned to where Hallia was speaking with both Genkii.

    Yellir: Doctor ::looking towards the Genkos they came with:: Should we attempt to erase his— ::clearing her throat:: ease his fresh traumas or are we still throwing the timeline to the wind?

    Yalu:  I have a hypothesis.  ::beat::  Computer, can this terminal access a Federation historical database?

    Computer:  Affirmative.

    Yalu:  Find and display historical records from Earth: Louis XIV of France.

    The computer chirruped and complied with Yogan’s request.  Yogan skimmed for the information he was looking for and smiled when he found it.

    Yalu:  According to historical records, Louis XIV died on 1 September 1715 at the Palace of Versailles.  If we were still in real spacetime, the records would have shown Louis as having inexplicably disappeared at some point during his reign.  Not so.

    Yogan felt relieved and even a bit empowered by his nugget of sleuthery.  The consequences of timeline meddling, at least the ones related to the King’s departure, didn’t seem to have consequented.  Whether that would hold true in their current situation, with Double Genkos all the way, was as yet unconfirmed.

    2398 Adea / 2399 Adea / Yellir / Louis XIV: response

    Yalu:  How do you summon a Q?  Can you just– ::beat:: call them and they show up?

    2398 Adea / 2399 Adea / Yellir / Louis XIV: response

    Yalu:  CloQ?  Are you available?  I’d like a moment of your time, please.  Before you send us somewhere else with even worse clothes, just a chat would be great.  ::to 2398 Adea::  Commander, sorry to introduce you to all of this, but we’re from about a year-and-a-half into the future, and we’ve had a hell of a day.

    2398 Adea / 2399 Adea / Yellir / Louis XIV: response


    Tag / TBC


    Lieutenant Commander Yogan Yalu
    Strategic Operations Officer
    USS Excalibur NCC-41903-A
    D238804DS0

     

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    Ferri Emlott - Happy Place (Pt.2)

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    Sometimes the best writers have difficulties in putting out a good sim. I don't suffer from that since I am not a good writer ;)

    But it should be commended when someone puts in the effort, heart and hard work.

    Great job @Arys

     

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    ((Somewhere on Cardassia Prime))
    ((Time Index: four years prior))

    Ezak: I am sure you know why we are here. 

    Emlott: I-.. 

    Ferri tried to respond, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't bring herself to answer. What was there to say? He was right - she knew why those men were here, even if she didn’t know who they were. She had expected someone to come sooner or later, and she had been surprised that it had taken them so long. 

    Ezak gestured for her to lead the way, and Ferri slowly set one foot in front of the other foot, through the door, out of her apartment, and towards the back of a skimmer that stood ready. 

    She wanted to be brave, composed, strong, but It was as if the temperature around her had dropped, and Ferri's eyes began to sting. Something invisible wrapped around her chest, its grip tightening with every step she took.

    The doors swished open, revealing nothing but blackness within the rear compartment of the skimmer, and her face turned pallid. She wasn't sure what she had imagined, but surely not this. 

    Parim, who seemed to sense Ferri's rising fear, held her in a vice-like grip. 

    Parim: Don't make this more difficult on yourself, Miss. 

    It would be the last time, for weeks, that anyone would speak to her. 

    Parim's voice wasn't particularly harsh, but there was a sense of finality to his words -and in truth, there was nothing Ferri could do as she was dragged towards the skimmer, pushed forward and into the door. 

    A moment later, she was left in darkness. 

    Her pulse raced, the sound of her heartbeat thrashing in her ears drowned out her thoughts, and Ferri barely noticed herself crawling to the door, hammering against it to be let out. 

    Did anyone hear her? 

    The walls seemed to swallow any sound she was making, uncaring that her calling turned into pleading, begging, and eventually into quiet sobbing. 

    Had Ferri been herself, she would have noted the absence of the telltale low hum that indicated they were moving. No matter how much she would have strained her ears to pick up any sound, there would have been nothing but deafening silence.

    How much time had passed? 

    Were they moving at all? 

    Surely it must have been hours - had they left Prime? Were they sending her to a penal colony, without trial, without so much as allowing her a last goodbye? 

    Even if Ferri had been attentive, she would never have known that the skimmer reached its destination within only a quarter of an interval, and that leaving her to wait was part of a well-thought-out strategy. 

    ((Timeskip, five hours later))

    Ferri didn't know for how long she had been laying there, in the silence, alone with her own thoughts, but the hissing of the doors opening startled her. She sat up quickly, barely getting used to the bright light that greeted her. Black dots danced in front of her eyes, but even if her vision had been unimpaired, she would not have known where she was. 

    Someone grabbed her arm, pulled her out of the skimmer, and onto her feet. After having remained curled up on the floor for hours, Ferri's legs nearly gave in under the weight of her body, and fear made it near impossible to walk. 

    The woman just about noticed that they had been moving, but she had no indication of where to, and for how long.
    The large hall she found herself in was empty, save for the skimmer, with windowless grey walls that allowed not the slightest hint on what lay behind them. 

    Emlott: Where are we? 

    They didn't answer.

    Both men seemed to ignore her completely as they escorted her to the far end of the hall, where, upon their unsaid command, a door slid open, revealing a harshly lit hallway. The corridor stretched on and on, and every door branching off it was shut and locked, not allowing a single glimpse into who or what waited behind them. 

    Emlott: Please... 

    Tears came once more, rolled down her cheeks, and remained ignored. It was as if both men no longer registered Ferri as a person. When she slowed down, they dragged her on. When she sped up, they held her back. When she cried, screamed, begged, they ignored her. 

    Eventually, the group came to a halt in front of a heavy door which opened upon Ezak's command, and a moment later, Ferri was shoved inside. The fluorescent lighting activated as the computer registered the cell's new occupant, allowing her to take a good look at her new home. 

    The walls were plain grey with a low ceiling, and as with the hall and the corridor, there was no window or other source of daylight. A bed and a desk with a chair were the only pieces of furniture, and a corner for hygiene amenities allowed only for the most basic of needs. 

    Ferri turned around to her captors, only for the door to be shut in her face. 

    TBC

    Ferri Emlott
    Cardassian Visitor
    Starbase 118 Ops
    J239809TA4

     

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    Sleepy Tiberius - Quote - Curtesy of the great Leonard Mccoy

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    This sim was out a few days ago, RL had caught me a bit so that is why I am only now posting it.

    I think you all know that I appreciate sims not just for their quality, or story. In this case I think @Sleepy Tiberius deserves an appreciation. Considering how new the Excalibur Nurse is to writing with us, I am enjoying the growth of both character and writer, and I think that is something that should be displayed in public. Great work Tib, I loved it.

     

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    ((Unknown Jungle))

    She was terrified, she never thought she'd be back in THEIR territory, her heart was racing, her thoughts whirling at all possible ways to retreat, but first, the patient and her team.

    Tiberius: We gotta keep moving, staying in one spot is only gonna put us in danger, someone grab the other arm and help me carry him with us.

    Silveira: I am on it, let’s move.

    With Sil grabbing the other arm and the others helping whatever way they could, they moved forward.

    Naosuke: Response.

    Moving into the dense forest part of the forest, she kept them low, but fast paced, well as fast as they could go.

    Nicholotti: You're the only one with a weapon. I'd ask you to put it to good and honorable use, lord.

    Only now noticing that Nicholotti was right and that they only had one weapon made the dread in her feel worse.

    Naosuke / Etan: Response

    Silveira: Do you have any idea where you're going Tib?

    Tiberius: The denser the better, we'll have better coverage and if the enemy is bigger than us then it'll have a harder time getting through the foliage, if we went right, we'd be easy prey, just trust me. I know what I'm doing.

    She had heard a rustle, not far off, and signalled to stop, keeping an arm around the patient in case they needed to run.

    Nicholotti: Stand on guard.

    Nousuke: Response

    Silveira: I have a plan.

    Sleepy looked towards Sil, a plan?

    Etan: response

    Silveira: Let me try something Commodore. ::He grinned .:: It’s not like that time, it is risky but I am willing to bet it might work. Just trust me.

    Nicholotti: What do you know that you aren't telling me.

    Tiberius: I very much second that.

    She responded while keeping an eye on a particular spot of shrubbery.

    Etan / Nousuke: response

    Sleepy watched in the peripheral of her vision as the tactical officer seemed to have shrugged and made a theatrical showing with his arms.

    Silveira: The best way to win a game sometimes is not to play it.

    When Sil stood up Sleepy nearly might have had a heart attack, just as she was about to pull Sil back down, well, at this point she actually did have a heart attack.

    A guard came out of the bushes, Sleepy eyes went wide, could feel herself go pale in fear.

    Silveira: I am not moving, do what you want with me. ::He raised his head to the sky:: Your listening O’cloQ? You're a pretty amateur Game Master. This RPG really isn’t worth the time, your game is boring.

    Sleepy wasn't silly enough to move her eyes away from the guard, but after hearing Sil say he wasn't gonna move had her tense even more.

    Hirogen: Then you make for easy prey.

    The guard then swung its scythe-like sword down, only to startle when Nicholotti moved forward, right, at this it didn't matter if they were her superior officers she was gonna have a word with them when they got back, and moved after her Commodore.

    She screamed as she launched herself forwards.

    Nicholotti: No!!!

    Tiberius: Oh my god! Sil move!

    Etan / Nousuke : response

     Sleepy grabbed Nicholottis clothing about the same time the Commodore grabbed Sil, holding on she pulled them both away from the danger, Nicholotti aggressively pulling Sil away as well then spinning around. Sleepy felt the sudden difference in environment, the grass under her gone, replaced with something else.

    TIberius: Are you crazy! What would have happened if the plan didn't work! You could've put both you and your Commodore in danger, I - we could've lost you! Never do that again, I'm a nurse not a miracle worker!

    Sleepy's breathing was slightly heavy due to her yelling at the both of them, the flashbacks coming in full force making her remember everyone who had been brutally butchered by the guards, she didn't care that she was yelling at her superiors, they scared her, and she never wanted them to risk their lives again.
    She could feel the tears starting to fall down her face, it was really hard as she tried to pull herself together, aggressively wiping the tears away with one hand.

    She realised she was still holding onto the hem Nicholotti's clothing, she didn't let go, it was the only thing reassuring her that she was still here.

    Silveira/Etan/Nousuke: Responses?

    Nicholotti: Don't do that again, would you?

    Silveira: Response?

    Tiberius: Just.. Please don't risk yourself like that ok, you guys are important to a lot of people... are you guys hurt anywhere?

    Everything seemed ok, besides the dirty clothes and the bruises and scratches.

    She was emotionally drained, and so done with everything, she got up and let go of Nicholottis clothing, looking around, Daimyo was still with them, as well as the patient, she went over to the patient to check if they were ok, putting her fingers over their mouth she felt the breath of air, he was just asleep, so he was ok.

    She then went over to Nousuke, indicating if she could touch him. He didn't look to hurt, although the armor was covering pretty much everything.

    Etan/Nousuke/: Responses?


    TAG/TBC

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    Ensign Seria 'Sleepy' Tiberius
    Nurse/Medical
    USS Excalibur-A
    R239811ST3

     

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