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  1. I was just about to post this sim. Ahhh good times. :D   I laughed for a good minute at this reply though.

    T’Lea:  For the record, your [...] isn’t stupid.  ::pause::  It’s quite adequate and aesthetically pleasing.  And I don’t mean that in a sexual way. ::sneer:: Don’t report me for harassment.
    Trovek: Right. And you already look beautiful, without a broken neck. Not in a sexual way either. Like art. I’m so sorry I bit you.  


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    Falt: Apologies to interrupt. I've finished reviewing the pottery from Cagnal and thought you might want to read this. ::handing her the PADD:: it seems the drinking bowl is a deeply symbolic gift and was intended for you personally.


    She glanced over the PADD, it was displaying a catalog of the artifacts.  The bowl in question was clay, painted in symbols she didn't understand.  It seemed to be in that awkward size that was too big to be practical for coffee, too small to be called a soup bowl.

    Oh yes.  That's our Captain.  Use the ceremonial bowl as a coffee mug.  lol ;) @Oddas Aria

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  3. @Arys   I really LOL'ed at this.  So funny. :D

    Trovek: So this is really standard and I won’t bother you for long. I just need to know if you feel any kind of aggression. Anxiety. Homicidal tendencies. If you look at the viewscreen, do you see any forms or symbols? 


    oO Like a huge, shiny inkblot. Oo 


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  4. Good character torture here.  Wow.  Well done! @John Kendrick


    ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Juneau))

    It was the morning after the Award Ceremony.


    John arrived at his station and relieved the crewman who had been on duty during night shift. As he entered his access code, he looked down at his uniform and smiled as he saw the two golden pips on his uniform. It was hard to believe that only 12 months ago, he was still a cadet at Starfleet Academy. So much had changed since he graduated and was assigned to Juneau. Although he didn’t consider himself to be an exceptional officer, he knew he had worked hard over these past 8 months. Sure there had been ups and downs, but his dedication to his job as Security Officer had never been questioned. And yes: he was proud of himself. Not only because he had received a promotion, but more importantly, he realized how much he’d grown both as a person and a Starfleet officer.


    As he called up the ship’s status reports, his eye caught a message received late last night from the authorities aboard Lightside Station. Apparently one of the station’s residents had been found dead in his quarters under suspicious circumstances. As he continued reading the report, his eyes widened and his face turned pale. Suddenly the world around him started spinning and he had to keep both hands firmly on his station to keep himself from falling. To make matters even worse, he felt his stomach turning and had to make a run for the Head while covering his mouth – afraid he’d throw up on the Bridge’s carpet.


    ((Head, Bridge, Deck 1, USS Juneau))

    Only moments later he found himself throwing up in the Head. As he grabbed for a towel to wipe off his mouth, fragments of the report flashed before his eyes.


    “Man found dead in crate.”




    “Possible suicide.”


    “Looking for witnesses.”


    He leaned with his back against the wall as he let himself slide down to the floor. His head rested in the palms of his hands.


    Kendrick: ::baffled:: No, no, no, no!!


    How could this have happened? They had closed the crate but made sure Martuf would be able to open it from the inside once he woke up. Perhaps he had died of an overdose? Maybe Moa had put too much tranquilizer in the hypospray? Or he could have panicked once he woke up and died of a heart attack?


    Whatever the cause of Martuf’s death was: John realized it was his fault. He was the one who suggested they’d kidnap Martuf to extract information from him. He was the one who came up with the idea to put him inside a crate. It was a perfect plan and it was executed perfectly.


    He slammed the back of his head against the wall until it hurt.


    Kendrick: ::shouting:: Dammit!!!


    Only moments ago he’d been on cloud nine and now it felt like the world started crashing down on him. He already saw himself being sent off straight to a penal colony. His career at Starfleet finished.


    He had to tell the Captain.


    And that’s when he heard that little voice deep inside of him.


    No, you can’t tell her. You can’t tell anyone.


    Tears started to run down his face.


    But I killed a man.


    You don’t know that. Maybe he was killed by the same people that ordered the Balerians to steal The Wanderer’s shipment of honey. The man probably had more enemies than one.


    Still, I have to contact the authorities on Lightside Station. Tell them what happened.


    And risk your career, everything you’ve worked so hard for, all for a dead criminal no one will miss?


    He looked down again at the two shiny pips on his uniform as he wiped his tears dry with the sleeve of his uniform.  


    I need time.


    Yes. Yes. You need time to process what happened. Evaluate your actions. Weigh your options. You don’t want to find yourself walking into a dead end street.


    Yes. The man is dead. Nothing I do will change that.


    Exactly. You just have to make sure you can make it through our next mission. Maybe things will be clearer to you afterwards.


    He slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the washbasin. As he threw some water in his face, he looked up in the mirror.


    Kendrick: ::frail:: I can do this.


    He lifted his head and tried to stand tall in an attempt to convince himself he could do what only seconds ago seemed impossible.


    Kendrick: ::confident:: You can do this.


    As he threw away the towel in the bin, he exited the Head.






    Lieutenant John Kendrick


    USS Juneau, NX-99801



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  5. Yes!  This was great R'Kala!  We finally get a glimpse of this beautiful Klingon's past.  I love it!
    OOC: Gonna be revealing some history of R'Kala via flashbacks this shore leave to flesh out her character more!
    ((Observation Lounge, Deck 1, USS Juneau))
    With the mission over and her science reported finalized and delivered to T'Lea, R'Kala decided to take some time to simply think. She had hoped that no one would be in the observation lounge during this time, and she was right thankfully. The lounge was the only place that she knew of where she could simply stand and gaze out the deck windows into the vastness of space, alone to no one but her own thoughts. As she stood there, gazing at the stars, she reflected on her time so far aboard the Juneau.
    She had enjoyed herself so far aboard the ship and had become well acquainted with some of the crew, particularly T'Lea, Kendrick, and Silveira, who was now, unfortunately, leaving the Juneau. Now she would have to make friends with a new roommate. Perhaps if she could manage to be offered a promotion past lieutenant junior grade, she wouldn't have to deal with the thought of meeting someone new. 
    She crossed her arms behind her back, wondering what was so disturbing to her about meeting someone new and why she preferred to be so isolated from everyone else on the Juneau. Her work before joining Starfleet was such an isolating job that she had grown used to the silence of research database rooms at the Daystrom Institute. At the institute, there were no red alert klaxons, no phaser fire, no life-threatening assignments. There had only been the soft hum of the computers and the occasion "swish" of the doors opening and more researchers entering or exiting the labs.
    She walked over to the replicator in the Observation Lounge.
    R'Kala: Raktajino. Iced. ::she paused:: Betazoid chocolate syrup on top.
    The replicator created the drink and she grabbed it and walked back to the edge of the lounge and continue to stargaze. She took a sip of the iced coffee. It tasted just fine, but certainly not better than what her mother, V'Pol would make her before she went to school on Qo'noS. Her relationship with her mother at that point had been fairly nice, with no conflict whatsoever. 
    As she got older she remembered telling her mother that she had planned on applying to Science Institute on Mempa V, to much of her mother's disbelief. Her mother had clearly seen a role for her to adopt: handle the family affairs after her passing. Her father had died in the Dominion War, her brother would also no doubt die honorably serving in the Defense Force. 
    ((R'Kala's family house, Qo'noS, Stardate: 237905.20))
    V'Pol ran her fingers through her graying hair and screamed. She swatted her hand at a vase that was sitting on a side table in the living space. She brought her hands from her face to stare at R'Kala who standing with a PADD in her hand. The PADD had confirmation of her acceptance into the Science Institute on Mempa V.
    V'Pol: I suppose you care little what happens to the House of Noggra?
    R'Kala: And I suppose you care too much what I do with my own life, mother.
    V'Pol slapped R'Kala across the cheek and growled. R'Kala's eyes returned to meet her mother's. They both stared at each other in silence
    V'Pol: I am still your mother and you will watch your tone with me, R'Kala. What is your father to think of this? You disgracing his household by abandoning his family, abandoning his Great House to do what--look at stars? RaKar will soon wed, and so will you, R'Kala. We must continue T'Surak's legacy.
    R'Kala let out a sigh. She knew he mother would not leave this alone and would try every attempt to stop her from leaving. 
    R'Kala: What am I to do, mother? Give up my life and my dreams for marriage? Even if it is my father's will?
    V'Pol raised her hand again, ready to strike.
    V'Pol: You speak so disrespectfully of your father as he resides in Sto'Vo'Kor. How dare you...Get out! I cannot even bear to look at you right now as you abandon your own family. 
    R'Kala: Mother, I'm not abandoning--
    V'Pol: ::loudly:: I SAID GET OUT!
    R'Kala stood for a while and simply nodded. Her mother would need time to process the information, but there was certainly nothing else R'Kala could do at this moment to get her to understand her perspective. She left her family's home, closing the door behind, letting out yet another sigh. She looked down at the PADD in her hand which was asking for her decision: "accept" or "reject" admission into the Science Institute on Mempa V.
    ((End Flashback))
    She took another long sip of her raktajino, appreciating the added chocolate syrup on top. Her mother had never added the additional syrup. It was something she had learned about during her time at Starfleet Academy and she only added it on certain occasions. Today's occasion was finally getting in contact, who she had not spoken to since her mother had told her she was on a path to Gre'Thor. 
    Ensign R'Kala, Ph.D.
    Science Officer
    USS Juneau




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    World building and scene building.  So important.  Sil you did a great job doing both to kick off this mission.  I enjoyed the tension created by the situation and between characters.  :)  Nice work!
    ((Ring, Unknown biodome, Away team main camp)) 
    OOC: I haven't described the city deliberately, leaving it for anyone who wants to add details. 
    I know I might have over-described the NPC's but I couldn't resist ;)
    Torlek frown, again. He looked around the temporary base set at the entrance of the abandoned city. They had set up a small temporary base near their beam in point.
    They were supposed to survey the surroundings. 
    Torlek insisted they beamed enough resources to sustain the large away team of eighteen, for at least five days in the field.
    They started well, set up shop quickly, beginning to explore the city in groups of four or three. There were some difficulties, some areas looked shielded, others interfered with their scans. Communication with the Grace wasn’t stable. Still they managed to make some progress, signaling the buildings they entered and taking notes the old fashion way, by writing in PADDs their observations.
    Everything looked normal. 
    That is usually when things go wrong.
    First they noticed Wyss and her team didn’t report in. As the hours passed and contact wasn’t made Torlek sent three teams in search of them. To no avail.
    He always found the redhead engineer quite the character, but she was also a fine officer and not one who would derelict her duty. 
    But it was by the next day when he decided to send a larger detachment that things turned weird. Torlek lead the team, leaving only four of his team in camp, they tried to track the movements of the missing crew.  
    As they embroiled themselves on the streets it was clear this was an almost worthless effort.
    The only sound was theirs, and they barely managed to clear a block of buildings. There was no sign of their missing shipmates.
    The matter worsened when they met at the designated checkpoint. Six more were missing. 
    Torlek recalled the rest and returned to base camp. They now had lost half the away team. Nine crewmen were missing. 
    And there he stood. Less than 30 hours since their arrival. 
    He started walking to reach the crouched man, who was working on an improvised comm station. He put his hand on his shoulder. 
    Smith: Take a break Mr. Clarkson. 
    The Ensign looked up at him, but returned to work. Three tricorders were jury rigged to a PADD. They were trying to improvise a signal booster. 
    Clarkson: Just a minute more Sir. 
    Torlek squeezed his hand just slightly, just enough for Clarkson to know he was serious. 
    Smith: I won't say it again. 
    The man turned, his eyes darting red. 
    As he stood, all the near two meters of height, he rose slowly like a wave. 
    The Ensign was one of the engineers, but really didn't look the part. Torlek always wondered if he was able to crawl into a Jefferies tube with that size. 
    The Ensign faced him in the eyes. Torlek stood his ground as he saw the man’s eyes water.
    Clarkson flitched first, as tears began to form and he wasn’t able to control one that streaked down his cheek.
    Torlek kept his gaze fixed at him, in a neutral tone he spoke again.
    Smith: Ask Doc for something to sleep, pass your work to Hammond and get in your tent. I don’t want to see you here in the next four hours. Now that is an order.
    Clarkson, composing himself, nodded.
    Clarkson: Understood Commander.
    Torlek let Clarkson walk a few steps in the direction of their camp, before walking to Hammond. 
    Smith: I told Clarkson to get some rest, take his place if you please. 
    The little Lieutenant nodded.
    Hammond: Yes sir, shall I try and hail the ship?
    Torlek shook his head. It's been hours since their last contact. 
    Smith: Keep the channel open, but don't bother trying for now. I am sure the Captain is calling in the cavalry. 
    Hammond nodded and turned, heading to the work bench. May was at eye reach, he nodded to Torlek, and so he stepped closer to him. 
    Smith: Anything? 
    May shook his head. With the phaser rifle resting in his arms, the security Ensign almost whispered his reply. 
    May: Not a goddamn thing. No movement, no noise… Nothing. 
    Torlek raised his hands and waved to the camp. 
    Smith: Give me the rifle, I will take watch now. Get some rest and keep an eye on Clarkson, I don't want him to go and do something stupid. 
    May handed the rifle and shook his head. 
    May: That's why I don't agree with romance between crewmates. 
    Stig, Clarkson's companion, was one of the missing. He was one of the quietest officers on the Grace. Torlek wasn't even sure if he ever talked to him. 
    Torlek shrugged, he didn't see any trouble in relationships. 
    Smith: No man is an island. Relationships are the cornerstone of society. 
    May tapped Torlek's shoulder before moving on. 
    May: Always the diplomat Commander. 
    Torlek smiled at him, with a final nod, pointing at the camp. 
    Smith: One tries. Now go and get some rest. 
    No TAG/TBC
    Lt Cmd. Torlek Smith
    First Officer
    USS Grace Hopper
    as simmed by:
    Lt. J. G. Vitor S.Silveira
    Tactical Officer
    USS Juneau, NX-99801
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    Dekas: Computer, arch?

    The beep of the arch did sound off again. It was hard to tell where it actually came from, though.

    oO Whoops. Oo

    At the very least it sounded like it was nearer to the ground this time. It was a little closer to being right, and if nothing else it meant he wouldn't have to fly in place anymore. Small victories, he supposed.

    This is the Juneau's version of "where did I park my car".  Just keep clicking the remote to make the car honk it's horn.  You'll find it sooner or later!  ;)

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    ((Red River Street))

    The entire town was looking and pointing to the sky.

    T’Lea:  That’s frakked too, then. ::at Wyss:: Good work engineer. 

    Wyss flipped T’Lea the bird, and then affixed her eyes up toward the Hotel’s second story.  About ten feet from the balcony was the computer arch laying horizontal in mid-air.

     Wyss:  Let’s hope nobody else joins us.

     T’Lea:  And just how are we supposed to leave?

    Wyss: ::annoyed:: We fix it, duh.

    The Aurelian felt a variety of tension from between the Doctor and Wyss, but also T’Lea and Wyss. He decided to keep his attention on the problem.

    Dekas: I… I think I can actually get up there. ::he very pointedly twitched his wings:: But I might scare a few townsfolk in the process.

    He was considering doing it anyway. After all, one couldn’t fix a computer if you couldn’t reach it. But he could reach it with some effort. He was simply going to have to accept that this was about to go from a Western to a Sci-Fi Western in the process. Or that maybe it already had. 

    T’Lea/Wyss/Indobri: response

    As weird as everything was, he was finding humor in it.

    Dekas: Well someone’s gotta say it. ::he struggled not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, and the phrase about to leave his mouth with as little as he knew about this setting in particular:: Yeehaw.

    T’Lea/Wyss/Indobri: response.

    Sometimes just one little word is enough to say it all.  "Yeehaw" made me snort my morning coffee. :)  And the visual image of Dekas possibly flying up to the holo-deck's arch in a western is hilarious itself.  Can't wait for that! 

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    There was something odd about the layout of the mine, the tunnel, and where the 'vault' would be - further down the mine.  The supply console exposed, it was odd in her mind and she wished T'Lea was here, someone with a bit more of a streak for the criminality.  The thought almost brought a smile to her face. She considered it and rubbed her forehead.

    LOL  I'm sure Oddas meant that in the nicest most flattering way possible. ;) Hee hee.
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