Alora DeVeau

*eyes the Commodore*

Ross' player shared this beautiful SIM with me and I just couldn't not put this in appreciations. IC: ((Boston, MA, Earth)) The city had changed its colours. Even though Evan hadn't been there to witness it, he knew from experience. Boston common, a park much older than he dared to think about, had exchanged its enchanting autumn dress of grays and browns for fresh, enlightening green. The rain got less harrowing around this time of the year. When he stepped outside the transporter, the air greeted him with a rich, aromatic wetness, typical after a short shower, but the clouds had already disappeared and made way for spring sunshine, causing every piece of metal within the city to shimmer and shine. The streets were busy as always. He still recognized them, those street corners, the bigger lanes setting off towards the mystic river, small shops and businesses settled deeply into the rows of houses and skyscrapers. It was a city which had preserved its walkability even with the turbolifts popping up - and despite the fact that they would have brought him to his destination much faster, Ross opted for the long walk through the bustling city center that would eventually lead him into the more quiet streets, the suburban life he missed so much and despised at the same time. It felt nice to breathe some fresh air, to feel the sunlight on his skin - and there was something reassuring about walking the old streets, stopping at the same old corner shop where he had spent hours as a braggy and noisy teenager. The shopkeeper was gone, surely retired by now, but Ross immediately recognised his son, who had been in the same year as him during in middle school. There was something haunting about seeing those features again that had been so much more youthful the last time they had seen each other - like a call from the past, a punch in the guts from his own mirror. Ross grabbed a can of soda and went to the counter. Toby: How are you, Sir. That's 2.50. Ross: Hi. Thanks - ::he paid with change, just for nostalgic reasons:: Nice weather today. Toby: Yeah. Didn't stop raining for days now, you're very lucky. Are you on holiday? First time in the city? He hesitated. Evan's faint smile did not vanish as he tilted his head slightly - oO We used to write notes to the same girl during lessons, don't you remember? Oo Ross: It's been a while. Toby: Oh, then you should totally check out the Athenæum. They restored its front, and there's a really nice fair going on today. Lots of people in the city. Ross: ::nodding:: Yeah, I might. Thanks, pal. He knew he wouldn't. His destination was at the other side of town, in an uncanny house at the end of a quiet street. He wasn't sure yet if its door would open for him. Toby: Sorry - do we know each other by any chance? His smile grew a little more distanced. There it was, the prospect of a reunion - the dreading questions. Where have you been, how are you doing? Starfleet? Are you kidding? For the first time in his life, he would be able to tell something he could be proud of - and maybe for that exact same reason he didn't want to. Ross: No, I don't think so. Enjoy your day, man. He raised his hand and left Toby behind, the soft ring of the bells above the door feeding softly into his lie. The pensive gaze followed him a good few steps down the street, and he kept it close, like a second skin protecting him from curious questions and misplaced nostalgia. ((Short Timeskip)) ((Christina Stirling's House, Suburban Boston, MA, Earth)) Evan didn't remember for how long he had stood on the opposite side of the street, eyeing the small house in front of him, before he finally moved and crossed the street. She lived only two blocks from the house they had both grown up in - and yet, the neighborhood seemed much more quiet, much more established than the memory of his childhood which always seemed to take place in the city center, where things were so much rougher and rainy. The doorbell rang softly and sent shivers down his spine. Stirling, it said in plain letters - Christina had kept the family name he had never truly grown accustomed to. It's your choice, his mother had said, If you want to stay with 'Ross' that's fine with us. He couldn't really explain what it was about that name that he so desperately clung onto for all those years now - just another stamp of not truly belonging that he had forced onto himself for no real reason. His hair darker, his build more lean in younger years, a born runner - and younger, always so much younger than her. Christina had been 16 when her parents had opted for adoption. When Evan remembered his sister, he remembered the version from his childhood - and to his own shock it was a copy of that woman in her late 20s who now opened the door. Robyn didn't look exactly like her mother, but she carried her features - fierce eyes, broad shoulders and a few freckles spreading delicately over her nose. A toddler was sitting on her arm, cooing happily as their eyes met. Ross opened his mouth only to close it again. There she was, his niece, with a child he didn't know, and her confused expression said more than a thousand words. Whatever they had shared, ten years ago, it was gone - because he hadn't been there. Robyn: Oh... - Are you the guy for the roof? He couldn't bring himself to answer, and so he just nodded thoughtlessly - his heartbeat was rushing. Robyn: Sorry, I thought you were coming tomorrow! ::turning around, calling into the flat:: Mo-om! The guy's here, for the gutters! Ross subconsciously held his breath as he heard steps approaching. And then there she was. Christina, with her bright eyes and the blonde hair he had always envied, making her so much more akin to their parents - their eyes met, and she gaped at him in shock. Christina: ...Evan? He could only give a small, embarrassed nod. And then she was all over the place, approached him with fast steps, pulling him into a hug he had dreaded and missed, exactly like this little life in Boston. The same tears were verging their eyes as she detached from him, ruffling his hair in disbelief - Christina: I almost didn't recognize you... look at you, your hair... All gray. All grown up. She didn't say it out loud, but as they both smiled at each other, she knew she didn't have to. Robyn: Wait, did you say Evan? As in... uncle Evan? His voice was sounding incredibly raspy when he finally answered. Ross: Hi there... thought it was time. End of Scene (for now ) -- *** Lieutenant JG Evan Ross Intelligence Officer StarBase 118 Ops O240009ER2

I suspect the Captain. XD

That is a very good question.

Just...this whole thing.

From @Kettick's narration: This made me laugh.

Kind of off topic, but my brain read this as "Vanilla Origin Story". XD

((Soldotna, 21st Floor, Mac's Quarters)) Mac sat in one of the few chairs his living room currently held. He had been alternating an ice pack on and off his left forearm for the last thirty minutes. He'd stopped by the Clinic before heading back to his room, and one of the nurses had verified Mac's assumption that he'd overdone it in his workout, but they treated his arm and assured him he should be fine in a day or two. McGillian: Computer, begin personal log. Personal Log, Daniel McGillian Jr, Stardate 240104.16, I'm not sure where to start really. I thought I had started out on the right foot here, but clearly some old habits die hard. Mac was referring to his habit of trying to handle stressful situations on his own, and his lifelong struggle with connecting to people. McGillian: Instead of just easing into my new position, I managed to make myself look like a fool in front of the Commodore. ::sigh:: Atleast Falt thought I showed initiative. Mac did some of the deep breathing and grounding techniques that Tristana Yodel, the Counselor aboard the Alamo had taught him during their many sessions throughout his teenage rage years as he had come to call them. McGillian: If im being honest with myself here, I'm disappointed at being grounded instead of on a starship out exploring, and it kind of puts me on edge. Counselor Yodel would say ::imitates Yodel:: Daniel, you are allowing your fears of the unfamiliar to limit your ability to connect with your surroundings and your peers. ::sighs:: Pretty sure she'd be right too. I practically ran out of the awards at the first opportunity. Mac's thoughts swam. He'd been so focused on safety he'd fallen short on a key factor of security, your crew mates. He'd always wondered if it was his experiences or his Rodulan heritage that seemed to make it harder for him to connect with people. Maybe it was both. McGillian: Not everything has been bad, I had a good talk with Alex, Commander DeVeau was nice. ::wide eyed:: I should have seen if she needed anything after the awards. I never answered Lt. Xiron's question either. Mac stood up and started pacing. He felt bad for rushing out at the end of the awards ceremony, and although the Commander was certainly a capable woman, Mac just wanted to help. He had read about her loss when going through reverification paperwork, and postponed Deveau's until after the child birth. No one needed security clearance stress when dealing with everything she had going on. McGillian: I will check in with the Commander soon, I wouldn't want to disturb her now. ::loudly sighing:: I suppose I should probably make an appointment with the station's Counselor, maybe. I should check in with the new Chief of Security, Lt. Cmdr. Kendrick, first thing tomorrow. Computer, end log. Mac stretched his arm and stopped pacing at the front door. He turned to face his living room, and brought his hand to his chin while his brow furrowed. McGillian: Definitely need more furniture. NT/END _________________ Ensign Daniel McGillian Jr. Security Officer Denali Station D240104DM2

((Lora’s home - Kalus - Denobula)) ((OOC: this sim takes place almost at the end of shore leave. I haven't put any tag but if someone wants to meet Drex's family, please feel free to jump in!)) If Drex had made his calculations right, the house would have been empty. His mother Lora had a lecture at the Science Academy and his half siblings had moved from the house years ago. He was the last one to abandon the nest, but since he was not married he did not really leave it after all. He placed his right palm on the security panel near the main door. With a soft hiss the door unlocked itself. A sweet scent of flowers escaped from the inside, traveled through his nose and broke out into a nostalgic smile and a childhood memory of him and Ayra playing hide and seek with their mother. If he had made his calculations right, he had the time to refresh himself and eat something before anyone would find out he had returned. But "if" was wrong. As the door opened he realized his calculations were based on totally false axioms. Not only was his mother at home, he could hear her contagious laugh from the main living room on the right, but he could recognize at least six of the other members of his large family. Tara with her son Adrax and her daughters Alina and Riel, Tes and…wait! Was it Jorx the one who almost choked himself laughing? He surely was. Why were they all at home at that hour of the day? Instinctively Drex turned and raised his gaze to the sky towards the sun: it was definitely late in the morning. As he watched the sun moving motionless in the sky he toyed with the idea of closing the door again, nullifying all his good intentions, inventing an emergency to return to the ring and blaming anyone of his superior officers for his absence. oO They’ll never find out Oo Surely they would not. oO Oh… Yes. She will and… she will too. She knows you better than anyone else, you can’t lie to her. You did and she made you regret it.Oo Drex: Ayra :: He murmured with a deep breath :: oO And she, she will ask you about the ceremony. You can lie, she doesn't know how it really works, but are you ready for the consequences if she'll find out? You won’t lie to your section head officer. Oo Drex: Oh... just shut up. :: He commented bothered :: Ral: Always talking to your imaginary friend? The deep voice of his half brother caught him completely off guard. Drex lowered his gaze from the sky to the taller Denobulan. He forced a smile, trying to hide his disappointment of being mocked once again. Drex: Ain’t a friend. He's more of an annoying brother. The other man had kept walking and was now face to face with the science officer. Ral was half a head taller than Drex, but of the same build. Since they both inherited their mother's coloring and curly hair, they could easily be mistaken for twins. And the few years difference had not yet left any wrinkles on Ral's face. Ral: You miss me so much I’m one of your hallucinations now? :: He chuckled :: Drex: Hallucination? :: He shook his head :: Not at all. My hallucinations are all beautiful and kind and gentle and useful. But… I can classify you as a nightmare if you really insist. :: The mouth curved into a wide, sincere smile. :: I’m glad to see you, Ral. Ral returned the smile. Ral: I’m glad you made it. Ayra was driving me crazy, she even insisted that I come to pick you up at whatever place you could be. Ral reached out with his right hand for Drex’s bag as he rested his left hand on his shoulder. Ral: Let’s get inside before you decide to run and hide on a Starfleet ship once again. Drex: I did not hide. Why’s everyone here? You assured me they all had to work today. Ral: Yeah, I did :: He nodded and gently pushed his brother inside :: Drex took three steps backwards and with the forth he witnessed the door becoming the block of his only escape route. Drex: So, what happened? :: He insisted :: Ral: Mom is pregnant. She was keeping it a secret, until the marriage, but :: He shrugged :: she felt sick this morning while she was with Tara and you know how she is… Drex: Tara loose tongue. :: He sighed :: The older Denobulan nodded. Ral: You bet she is :: he laughed :: You’re better turned, our mother made some changes to the house and you risk tripping over something if you don't watch where you're going. Drex was forced to leave his bag to his brother while turning to face the following two steps that would have placed him right in the center of the doorway of the living room. An uncomfortable silence felt in the room. It lasted hours, or so it seemed to Drex. But he blinked his eyes only twice, before a voice he knew well and had missed too much shouted his name with joy. Lora: Drex! You made it! The woman rushed to her son and gave him a big hug resting her head on his chest for a moment. Drex inhaled the smell of her curly brown hair and his heart smiled. Drex: Hi mom… Ral told me the news, congratulations :: He embrace her for no more than five seconds before they pull apart :: Lora: Oh… He was supposed to be a secret. :: She slapped the air in false frustration with her left hand :: Come. Come and sit. You must tell us all your adventures before your sister sniffs you out and takes you away for preparation. Half shuffling and half walking, Drex reached the center of the room, where he was surrounded by the others. Despite having tried in various ways, he had never managed in all those years to make them understand how much he really hated that type of situation. On the other hand, how could a Denobulan be born and raised in an overpopulated city and in a family structure which, if one also included uncles and cousins, could count a few hundred members? For a few seconds the voices overlapped, but then one silenced the others. Jorx: Let him breathe :: He entered the room from the kitchen :: I’m curious to hear about his fabulous Starfleet. Drex clenched his jaw, even ceasing the forced smile he put on for being the center of attention. When his mother stepped aside, allowing him to see past her, he stared hard into his father's smoky gray eyes. Half of Drex’s family was home that morning. That was unexpected, especially since his half brother Ral had guaranteed him the house would have been empty. Instead, due to his mother's unexpected pregnancy, Drex found himself facing not only his mother, but also his father, among some of his own siblings and nephews and nieces. He has been away from home for more than a year now. The last time he visited his family, things did not go as smoothly as they should have, and an innocent remark caused a major row between Drex and his father, Jorx. Drex left Denobula the following hour and had not spoken to his father since, but now his twin sister was getting married and made him promise to help, so he found himself, for better or worse, facing his old man. Jorx: Nice to have you finally home, son. I hope you put some salt in that head of yours. Drex was tempted to walk away, but with the corner of his eye noticed Ral blocking the way. The doubt that he had lied to him and the meeting was prepared crossed his mind. Drex: Guess ain’t something you should care about. :: He spitted out :: But since you asked, I’m fine, thank you. And satisfied. He unzipped his jacket and got a small box from the inner pocket. Drex: Got something for you. He approached the older Denobulan and handed him over the box. Drex: I got promoted a few days ago. :: He ignored the small chat and congratulations the news produced on the others presents :: And Commodore Oddas gave me this for saving lives during the last mission. As you can see, I’m not wasting my time. I’m making a difference. Jorx took the box and looked at the ribbon inside. Jorx: Saving lifes? :: He snapped the lid shut :: You’re an architect, you save lives designing safe buildings! You… Drex: I’m not gonna waste my license arguing with you. I already proved my point. You are scared, I understand that, but you cannot control my life! Jorx shook his head with a snort of disbelief. Jorx: I never wanted to control your life, but you are letting others do it. You gave up your freedom for what? This? :: He raised the box a little :: Great deal :: A grimace marred his face. :: Lora: Leave him alone, Jorx, or leave this house now. His mother’s interference stopped Drex as he was ready to reply. His fist twitched against his side and he managed to bite his tongue before saying anything else. Drex: I’m the one leaving, mom, as you said a few minutes ago… I need to see Ayra. Ral: I come with you. Drex: No… I know the way. Drex was upset. Not only with his father, but with Ral and the others as well. They had planned to trap him, until his mother realized there was no way the two of them could come to an agreement that way. Without too much grace, he pushed his brother aside, making room for himself to reach the corridor and from there the exit. When he reached the outside, Drex walked without stopping down the avenue. His gaze to the pavement, he did not pay attention to the blue spots created by the blossoming Denobulan almond trees that lined the street. It had once been his favorite sight. He had hundreds of paintings in his laboratory, each a different attempt to photograph the magnificence of nature with the brush. He never got even close to perfection, but he never desisted, till today. Absorbed in his thoughts, mostly focused on complaints towards his father, he reached the building where Ayra lived. He and Ral had designed this building. A 23 floors tower, with balconies bursting with trees and shrubs. It was the first job Dorji had given him as chief architect. As he reached the entrance, he stopped and looked at the result of his first work. He felt proud of his achievement and the clouds that darkened his heart cleared. He entered the doorway and then the lift. His sister lived on the last floor. The rapid ascent lasted only a few tenths of a second, but it gave him time to put what had just happened in the back of his mind. As he knocked on the door, he realized how much he had missed Ayra and how much he wanted to hug her again. He felt stupid for not coming back sooner. He laid his hand on the sensor. The door opened and Ayra appeared. Her black hair was dyed mid-length a bright purple. The surprise on her face was sincere and a wide smile lit up her face. Ayra: Drex! She threw herself around his neck, hugging him. Drex: Easy! Easy! :: He laughed, hugging her back :: You’re gonna choke me. He moved forward, carrying her inside the apartment. Ayra: I missed you so much. Drex: Let go :: He chuckled :: Yet he was still holding her. His heart and his brain were in conflict with each other. She was his friend, his confidante and the model for all his lovers. She was, in fact, the reason why he never got married. Drex: I need to take a shower… :: He breathed in the scent of her hair one last time. Then he let go. :: Alone. :: He added in a whisper :: His sister took a step back with a smile, setting him free. Ayra: When did you become so shy? :: She mocked him :: Drex: We’re not kids anymore, Ayra. :: With a slight note of regret :: And you… :: He pointed at her :: you’re the one getting married tomorrow for the second time. Ayra: Oh… I see… now it’s my fault, isn’t it? :: She walked away pretending to be annoyed :: Make yourself at home then. Drex: Thank you. He took his jacket and shoes off, placing them in order in the cabinet near the door. Drex: Do you still have some of my old clothes? I left my things at mum’s… Ayra: Were you there before coming here? Why didn’t you take a shower there? Drex: Dad was there… long story… Ayra raised an eyebrow. Ayra: Long story? Your shuttle landed less than two hours ago. Get in the shower. I’ll get the clothes and you’re going to tell me what he said this time. She approached again, giving orders, but he saw the concern in her gaze. Drex: I don’t want to talk about that now, really… I… Unexpectedly, Ayra hugged him again. Ayra: You’re doing great, Drex. :: She whispered :: Don’t listen to him. I’m proud of you. NT / END ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14

(( Denali Station, Soldotna, 21st Floor, Mac's Quarters )) McGillian: Security Officer's Log, Stardate 240104.06, I have begun my duties at Denali Station and have already come across some things that I am concerned about. Mac paced across the floor in his new room. It was spacious, much more spacious than what he'd had on board the Forrester, the Alamo, or the Academy. He found it both refreshing and a bit anxiety inducing, he'd have to get some extra furniture or something to make the space not quite as open. McGillian: There are numerous personnel due for security clearance verification, security seems mostly preoccupied with the protection of the administration center, and the Commodore does not have an armed escort when leaving the administration center. Computer Pause. Mac brought his hands up to his face as he stopped pacing. He rubbed his hands up and down his face and then took a deep breath. McGillian: Computer, resume log. ::continues pacing with hands behind back:: I've submitted the list of personnel requiring security clearance reverification to Lt. Cmdr. Falt, I should be able to begin interviews tomorrow morning. Mac paused for a moment, he knew to some extent his recommendations would likely cause some disgruntled attitudes, but he had watched his father endure similar and worse things when upholding security regulations. McGillian: ::clears throat:: In addition, I've delved into the security records and discovered that the Commodore does not maintain a security escort when leaving the administrative area of Denali Station. Given the recent events that occured before my arrival, and the general threats possible when moving outside of the secured administrative area, I have made Lt. Cmdr. Falt aware of my intent to bring my recommendation directly to the CO for her safety. Mac stopped pacing and placed his hands on the back of one of the tall chairs sat at the kitchen bar and slightly leaned down. His quarters came with a full sized kitchen. Not that he knew much about cooking to fully make use of it. McGillian: I hope that the Commodore will take the gravity of this seriously. Finally I have submitted recommendations to Lt. Cmdr. Falt to establish a Federation Security Outpost within the city. Given the large population, that seems to be growing daily, there needs to be an established lawful Federation presence within the city that can handle matters on the civilian side. End Log. Mac took a deep breath and turned around from the chair to face the main living room. McGillian: ::places hand on chin:: Definitely need more furniture. NT/END _______________ Ensign Daniel McGillian Jr. Security Officer Denali Station D240104DM2

Funny and relatable! 😂

I vote we call it a luckpot from now on.

Hard.

Welcome! We're very glad to have you!

Glad to have you!

OOC: I did NOT expect the end of this. IC: (( In the mine of Somatrik Mountains, Cheyd’lang )) The Antani collective mind was broadcasting this visionary vision. A sort of mental song... In the shadows, we watch. We wait. We plan. For when the moment comes, we will surge forth like a tide, our numbers our strength, our unity our weapon. The mine has been our cradle, but it shall not be our grave. Nilsen: I think…I think they’re telling us to wait…or not. It’s most likely, based on what little I know about them, I think it means wait. Antani: Kree'atak, Nilsen. Shara'kan te'lor voot. (Patience, Nilsen. The signs point to stillness.) Nilsen: I was thinking of cutting, this isn’t what I had in mind when I was meal planning Toz: ::to Nilsen:: Cutting. By cutting calories? If you go lower than 2400 calories you will lose weight and may lose muscle. And we have to have the strength to get out of here. Antani: Zor'kesh miru vanta. (Sharpness of mind over sharpness of appetite.) Nilsen: Doc…I don’t wanna wait. You think you can take that one ::gestureing behind him:: while I got for the one behind you. Toz: Nilsen… Llandon. Sherlock is gone, taken to the surface, I think. Then the XO is taken away by the owner of this place. Is there a hidden meaning here? I don’t want to rush things. At the same time, I don’t want to wait forever. Are we being tested? Nilsen: response They both noticed that two of the guards were getting ready to give him another whack for stopping work. They had to choose what they do now. Do they fight, or do they wait? Toz: We’ve got to find the commander. ::devilish smile:: Can’t go home without him. Antani: Response Klingon wanted to rush in and fight. Human wanted to lean back, watch the play and try to figure out a peaceful ending. She was only one-quarter Klingon but it was a strong quarter. Did Llandon trust her? She did bring him back from the dead. So whatever she told him to do, he would most likely do, without hesitation. She decided to count on that. Nilsen: response Toz: ::nodding at Antani:: Wait is not in my vocabulary today. Let’s go. Nilsen: response Toz: Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam! (Today Is A Good Day To Die!) @ Antani: LupDujHomwIj luteb gharghmey! Blorptag snarfle wumpus, zorg! (Which loosely translates to: Let's eat instead!) The group of big Ants attacked one of the guards and they started literally to eat the guard. Then another one... ============================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor USS Octavia E Butler ID: C239604KS0 =============================

I just loved this personal log from Karen.

I particularly like this quote.

OOC: When your CO mentions that her character adds the replicator in her Ready Room as a priority.... ((Ready Room - USS Eagle)) Ensign Tes Eyna walked into the room. Her hair was a mess, her uniform was a mess, she was a mess. Less than an hour early she was in her lab, working on some obsolete alien device, trying to figure out how to connect current interfaces to such an old technology, when the alarm had spread through the decks and a violent hurt had shaken the ship. All priorities changed in the blink of an eye and together with her engineer mates she rushed to grab her emergency kit and presented herself to her superior officer to claim a repairing job. Shields and hulls were first on the list, in good company with ODN and EPS network. At least that was what they used to teach her when she was a student; so it was with great surprise and bewilderment that she found herself heading for the Ready Room on Deck 1. It was on her own skin that she found out that the priorities on the higher decks were very different from the ones she had expected. She adjusted the engineering kit strap over her shoulder and straightened one of the chairs that had fallen. She took a careful look around while rolling up her sleeves and then she walked slowly around the room while reaching for an elastic in her pocket and tied her hair in a messy ponytail. “All right, so this is a real emergency.” She put another chair in order. “It must be some kind of joke.” she murmured. “Oh my… I bet it's because the Lieutenant has discovered I made fun of her game!” she slapped her left hand to her face, leaving a dark stain of something on her forehead. “She is punishing me.” She sighed and crossed the room reaching for the main screen on the other side. She was just preparing to get her scanner ready when her PADD notified an update. She took the device and turned the display on to read. Her eyebrow frowned and she read the message four times to be sure she was understanding right. “Are they serious? The replicator is the first on the list?” she commented with a dissatisfied grimace. “The replicator in the ready room? Who in the world needs it?!” She was in disbelief. She scrolled through the display loading the messages three times in the hope to receive some other task to fulfill, but there was only one message: fix the replicator in the ready room asap. “If this is a joke, Tartal will pay for it.” she commented dryly as she ran the first scans on the broken technology. An overload of the power supply had burnt one of the components of the energetic line. It was not a big task,nor a dangerous one. In true honesty, it was a boring task: divert the supply line from the part, isolate the part, remove the part, replace the part, power the part, test the part. She dropped the engineering case on the floor and took the instrument to adjust the damage. She was nearly done with the substitution of the pieces that her PADD notified her of orders. “What’s next? Hot water in the guest's empty bathroom?” She read carefully, twice. “Be sure it makes good coffee. You don’t want to disappoint the Commodore.” Instinctively, she looked up from the PADD and glanced around to make sure no one was approaching, and if they were, that they had no more than half a pin on their collar. She breathed a little bit easier realizing she was still alone. “Coffee for the Commodore” she commented. “All right then, although I sincerely believe too much coffee is death, I will support your choice of life. I am a Starfleet officer after all.” She removed the panel covering the circuits of the replicator. A faint scent of smoke filled the air. Easy enough, she was able to remove the broken component and substitute it with another. As the replicator reinitialized itself she began to mentally scroll the list of her mates who could have betrayed. Clark maybe? Or T’rr’at? Or even worse, could he be Tirin? Names ran in her head, but she could not find a suspect beyond any reasonable doubt. A low bip distracted her from the thoughts. The device was asking for an order. She tipped on the screen. The typical fading in sound was accompanied by a glowing light ìin the replicator camera. A cup of glass filled with a dark brown liquid generated from nowhere. The smell seemed good, too, bad Enya hated coffee. “All right, you look good enough to me.” She cut it short and typed on the control panel to destroy the cup. She closed the task on the PADD and notified her superior about the result. She collected all her things and headed towards the door. “Coffee.” She shook her head while exiting. “What did my granny say? From coffee you learn how darkness can make things clearer.” Ensign Enya Simmed by ============ Ensign Drex Science Officer Denali Station D240011D14

Welcome, and welcome back!

OMG! It's Ladyhawke! https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089457/

Welcome! Glad to have you!

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Glad to have you both with us!

Peri to Avander: Stop making me talk to people.