Alora DeVeau

For context, Kel and Greaves have been biting at each other's throats during this mission. 😄 found this funny. I

Toz to Anton. probably because he suggested they surrender. Don't make her mad. 😄

BUGS. Don't forget to save some for Alora....

Weird squirrels and weird women. Poor Rustyy

Anton is such a riot!

Oh boy, I feel this. 😄

SAVE SOME FOR ALORA!!!!!!

These three have just been a delight to read!

This definitely won't turn around to bite them in the but. Nope.

Don't forget a sample of the plant too!

OOC: There was just too much in here for just the quotes thread, so I'm sharing the whole thing! BUGS IC: ((Si’Laan Migration Ship - Engineering)) ((Timeskip)) Who prayed for warp core meltdown? He did… Velix: Well, not *those* bugs, obviously. Since, you know, they’re invisible. Rustyy made another kind of face. One of those blank, no lights on up stairs, confused looks. It was pretty easy to see it if one was looking through the helmet of his suit. Otherwise, one could almost _feel_ the same confused emptiness roll off him. Were there bugs… were there no bugs… was he about to have to stand in between a very little lady and a massive man to make sure there was no blood spilled? Sigh Big brother, I choose you… Ya’faemi: :: Annoyed :: And...? He stepped back to take up most of the other engineer’s view. He offered up a smile. Hael: An’ nuthin’ ma’am. Listen my friend ‘ere - he’s got some wicked optics - artificial ::he added in there, cause it was cool:: - an’ thems can pick up on things we can’. It ain’ no offense, an’ we gonna turn our attentions to gettin’ yer ship in ship shape. ::he bobbed his head.:: Righ’? ::he turned to the other two, like younger siblings and ‘keep yer mouth shut” glance.:: Y’zyr: ::sheepishly from behind his dual mask set up:: Sorry, sir… Velix: ::upon getting some further readings:: Hm… yeah that’s weird. They’re there but.. not really? He physically smacked the front of his helmet, which would have been his forehead. Rustyy was the type to express exactly what he felt, when he felt it. And every bit of ‘smoothness’ he possibly had inside of him was used up just a second ago. Velix: It’s like Y’zyr said, they seem to somehow be in a state of hyper-acceleration. Oh! We should gift them to DeVeau, she did bug things. Ya’faemi: What! :: Hissing :: You brought them here. You have contaminated this place. Rustyy turned to the polka dotted ensign with pleading eyes. His hands moved; up, down, weird little circles, he put them up to face to ‘whisper’ _stoooooooooooppppp_ WHat could he do… what - he was going to have to break something… something big! Something, anything, to get them to change subjects. This was like listening to mama talkin’ to strangers about his awkward teen years… the first time he pooped in the potty as a toddler. The first time he kissed a girl! … Not going to even think about when that had actually taken place. Hael: Listen, real’y - Y’zyr: I promise, we didn’t bring them with us. ::insisting as politely as possible:: The time-jump may have affected lifeforms on your vessel. If they’re actually hyper-accelerated, or displaced with chronitons, they could have evolved from microbes in just hours. Velix: Can we get a container or something? ::she frowned, then made a face:: And Y’zyr should get to give them to her. He found them. He stood there, dumb smile on his face, praying it would be enough to put out the first fire sized situation out. While the other two went on to discuss bugs. Both freaking him the crap out to think there were tiny little bugs everywhere… they could be in his suit… And frustrating him because, despite being on the dumber side of the spectrum, he knew this was not winning any peoples over. When this was done… lets just say he was overjoyed for the size of the station. He could go die under some rock and no one would know. DeVeau: =/\=DeVeau to Velix.=/\= Oh thank Gods - the tension was suspended by the outside source. DeVeau would be getting a hug and a thank you for reasons she would never know about. Velix: =/\= Hi! =/\= DeVeau: =/\=Found that anomaly for you. =/\= So much had happened, Rustyy could honestly say he had no idea what was being discussed. But it didn’t matter - it wasn’t about bugs. DeVeau: =/\=If you could alert the others on the Si’laan, and perhaps help with repairs so we can get them under way, that would be the best course of action. We have a two day trip ahead of us, and it will reappear in five and a half days.=/\= Velix: =/\= ::very excitedly:: Sure can do, I’ll let the others know. Oh! We found interesting bugs, well, Ozai did, not me, but I helped… uh… I mean… ::beat:: Absolutely, Commander, I will make sure appropriate steps are taken. =/\= He mentally screamed ‘shut it!” when she started to talk about what was found. And his shoulders dropped in relief when she cut herself off. DeVeau: =/\=Over and out.=/\= Velix: Sooo….? Ya’faemi: :: Roaring :: Repairs! Get to them. Hael: Uh - yeah, we-we’re on it. ::he turned to the other two and waved them away… huh much like his mama used to do.:: Velix: ? Ya’faemi: And stop talking about pests! Y’zyr: ::defaulting to obedience, feeling like his mother was yelling at him:: Yes, ma’am. Hael: ‘Course! ::he said with a smile.:: Velix: ? Rustyy had gone with the other two, he was attempting to put as much space between them and the angry little lady they had just created. Also… that was where the bug had been found… What followed next was a series of animated hand gestures and overall movement. He hadn’t found words yet and all the emotions and thoughts came out in hand waving and tilting side to side. Until - Geoff: ::loudly stating:: Goodnight, dad! Rustyy gave up for a second, bent sideways at the hip, elbow on the console, bent up and supporting his helmet sized head. He just looked at them, and so much from his childhood made sense. That fact that his mama didn’t drown him like a pup, said soooooo much about the woman. AND she went on to have several more. Hael: Ya’good? ::to Y’zyr:: Y’zyr: ? He stood back up as straight as he could and held his hands out before him. Hael: We is gonna pretend like none’a tha’ jus’ happened. ::he cut off any protests:: NONE’a it. Keep yer creepy crawly thoughts to yerself. ::he pointed to both of them.:: He could hear his mama… Y’zyr/Velix: ? Hael: You two’s is gonna work on life support systems an’ eternal sensors. Y’zyr/Velix: ? Hael: I don’ - I don’ care if’n we done it before, I’m so ::he gave a heeby-jeeby shake.:: I can’ even think righ’ now. All I be knowin’ is ya’ll two can’ be near her ::he thumbed over his shoulder. So go’on.. Find ::he put his hands up.:: anything. ::he made a pushing motion with his hands.:: An’ keep tha; thing outta sigh’ ::he pointed to Y’zyr:: She migh’ kill you an’ it, if she sees it. ::he added brotherly.:: Y’zyr/Velix: ? He took a steadying breath before he turned away to face the fire and offer his continued help with the ship repairs. Hael: Righ’, so ::he tried to not sound like anything had just happened.:: I ain’ sure what this means, ain’ been able to read yer language none, but levels ‘ere look low. Somethin’ we can work on? Ya’faemi: ? TBC/TAGs ~~ Lieutenant Commander Rustyy Hael Chief Engineer Starbase 118 Ops USS Narendra A239202RH0

Yes. Yes she loves bugs! GIVE HER BUGS!

This had me ROLLING.

That's just it, she HAS!

Wes, channeling George Washington from Hamilton.

Corelli posted it over in Ops. I felt it deserved to be over here too. 😄

I know the entire post was put in appreciations, but this was my favourite line in the sim from Arys. And I know it was a serious post, but I still got a chuckle.

OOC: Brand new, just graduated from the academy Ensign. Well done! IC: ((Shuttle Leonid, en route to USS Aegis)) It was a strange type of day. While Julan expected his posting to happen relatively quickly, he never really gave any consideration to whether he may be posted to the very place he’s spent the majority of his Academy years. Not only was this a surprise, but he was instructed that he would be heading out immediately to an active mission. While on the one hand Julan was thankful everything had been sorted, he’d been placed and what his role would be decided, he was also sort of hoping for a small downtime window. He’d not been home for some time, mostly of his own choice. He’d of late allowed the thought, the possibility of getting home to creep in. Which had now firmly dosed him with some disappointment. Something he didn’t really need when he was intending to be impressive. Gazing out beyond the shuttle, Julan caught his reflection. The teal collar looked good on him. In fact, Julan thought he had done a good job getting his haircut cut, beard trimmed and sorted ready. He craned his head around checking the angles, giving no consideration to the fact he wasn’t sitting in the shuttle alone, he all but grunted his satisfaction. All that aside, Julan respected personal grooming and consideration for others. Looking untidy and unkempt, while not necessarily reflective of all of your habits and traits, didn’t stop everyone from assuming it. Afterall, the whole point of indelible first impressions is that they can’t be unmade. Sherlock: So, are you excited for your first posting? The young Ensign hadn’t exactly neglected the fact that the Lieutenant was piloting the shuttle whilst sharing the close space together, but rather he would have been equally as happy if they had ridden in relative silence. Glancing at the officer with the same level of commitment she demonstrated him, Julan acknowledged. Voleer: I’m not really sure I’ve had enough time to be much of anything yet. I am a little anxious about meeting everyone though. Julan understood social structures very well. While no one would likely actively make him feel welcome, he would still need to find a way to demonstrate his worth and value to the team. An unappreciated, daunting task for a fresh Ensign. As the Lieutenant motioned the availability of the replicator, Julan shook his head slightly. He’d drunk enough water before leaving that he wasn’t sure it was wise to test just how much he could hold. Sherlock: :: taking a sip of tea :: Truth be told, I'm a little excited, and a lot nervous. But I always get that way with a new post. So, are you in the medical field? Or one of the sciences? Julan had just graduated from the Academy with a Science Major, specialising in Computer Science and Sociology. Decision, largely influenced by his parents who he could hear like a parrot next to his ear “Why study something, that you’re already good at, pick something you know nothing about.” While, if you asked Julan if he was an independent strong willed young trill who did not need his parents deciding everything for him, he’d of course say yes. That it wasn’t that he wasn’t able to say no, but rather, one must pick the important battles. Truth be told, Julan had rather enjoyed the Sociology aspects of his Academy training. Over time, almost everyone will have picked up some Engineering skills or have access to a vast array of science and material to learn. But study, research and sometimes, manipulating human behaviour, now that is something you can’t just read on your PADD when you go to sleep. Working on a busy Starbase would give Julan a lot of opportunity to demonstrate his usefulness in unique and novel ways. At least he hoped so. Voleer: I’m posted as a Science Officer. We’re probably in a bit of a bind if you see me attempting to help anyone medically. Point me at the Stars however, and I’ll be able to tell you anything you want to know. Sherlock: Well, I'm sure there will be plenty of things for you to discover out here. If it's one thing I know, there's always something happening. Voleer: So, is this also a brand new assignment for you? Sherlock: Response It was one of the things about life in Starfleet. One didn’t always have much agency over one's own posting. While Julan was hoping, in some small way, to be posted to somewhere new and exciting he’d also come to call Starbase 118 home. He knew all the best places to eat on the promenade and likely the commercial sector. That is, once he convinced some officers to arrange takeaways from the areas he couldn’t get into. Voleer: Guess there isn’t much point asking for any insider advice then….. ::He let his request linger in the hope there might be something.:: Sherlock: Response In no time at all, Julan was in fact glad the Lieutenant had broken the silence with her question initially and he'd gotten to know at least one familiar face in the sea of people he was about to work with. The time had flown, they had shared some humorous stories of their academy time all the while getting to know each other all the while burning through their 2 hour journey. A mark that was signalled, by the all too familiar beeping from the panel beside him. Voleer: We’re a few minutes away from the Aegis now. Sherlock: Response tags/TBC Ensign Julan Voleer Science Officer Starbase 118 Ops O239903JV4

((Shrine of the Guides, Si’laan Migration Ship)) ((Time index: Before the Ion Storm)) As a young girl, I have often found myself jealous of the gift the line of the Speaker had received from the Guides. It predestined them to be leaders of our people - after all, they could connect not only to Risu around them, but to the ancestors who had long left their mortal shell behind. I, too, had received gifts, but more often they not, especially in my youth, they felt like a curse. My mother had carried the burden of the visions on her shoulders, as had her mother before her. And when those dreams of disaster and destruction were passed on to me, I accepted them with grace. My father once told me that, hundreds of turns ago, our families were one, and what set us apart from the others was, in it’s core, one and the same. But as time passed, and our journey became more and more perilous, our migration looked to the Speaker for comfort, and to me as a representation of the illnesses and losses we had suffered. And then the Speaker had died. He had returned injured from an attempt on friendship with another species, and died in his daughters arms. She, as the only Risu aboard the Si’laan who shared his gift, stepped into the role of the leader. And me? I was not a leader, I was just a messenger. The guides did not bless me with what it took to connect to our people in such a unique way as Ki’yara was able to do it. But had she consulted me, asked me about those strangers in their warship, I would have advised her not to trust them. *** He’liseka let out a long pent-up sigh and opened her eyes. The Shrine of the Guides was dimly lit, but still it took her eyes several moments to readjust. In the shadows she could make out Tu’pia’s small frame, and that of the slightly taller Ku’kari nearby. The two girls attended to He’liseka, and assisted her when her age caught up with her. He’liseka: I fear the Guides do not answer me today. She struggled onto her feet, and Tu’pia quickly came to aid the older woman, lending the support her walking stick could not offer. Tu’pia: I am certain they will, honoured He’liseka, in time. The older woman responded with a rare smile. Her own daughter had been killed turns ago, and both her bloodline and her gift would die with her. Perhaps it was for the better. Ku’kari joined them, as always eager to help. She was older than Tu’pia, and would soon be looking for a mate. Her long, silky black fur and bright blue eyes made her desirable, even if her connection to the Messenger of the Guides did not. Ku’kari: Perhaps we ought to take a walk, He’liseka. We have remained here far too long, and when the guides wish to speak, I am sure they can wait. Tu’pia: ::scoldingly:: Kari! You mustn’t speak of the Guides like that. Ku’kari answered with a slight shrug, and turned her attention to He’liseka, who nodded at Tu’pia’s words. He’liseka: Your sister is right, Ku’kari. If the Guides decide to leave me waiting, so be it - but… I suppose your suggestion is not a bad one. Ku’kari smiled triumphantly, and Tu’pia nodded with a small sigh. Together, the three woman left the darkness of the meditation chamber and stepped into the much brighter corridor, one of the pathways leading to and away from the Shrine of the Guides. The hallway was decorated with glittering tiles, sacred plants, and artwork created in devotion to those they worshipped. Tu’pia: Is it often that the Guides do not answer? He’liseka: The Guides know when it is the right time for us to receive their message. And they deliver it when-…. She was interrupted by a straining and bracing of metal, followed by a lurch forward that threw her off her feet. The two younger women quickly helped her up, only to loose their own footing as the ship began shaking violently. They had passed through storms before, sustained attacks, but this felt worse than what they had experienced so far. Ku’kari: Watch out! Instinctively He’liseka scrambled out of the way as the wall of the corridor caved in, burying Tu’pia underneath it. Around them, screams filled the air as scared and injured Risu tried to get out of the crumbling passage. He’liseka: ::to Ku’kari:: Run! Ku’kari would be faster without her, but the other Risu just looked at her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to comprehend what she had just witnessed. He’liseka: Ku’kari, *listen* to me! Ku’kari snapped out of it, taking He’liseka’s paw and dragging the older Risu with her, dodging the falling debris. There was an opening not far from here, like a clearing in a forest, if only they could make it there… And then the metal strained once more, sounding almost like a long-stretched groan, which ended in the collapse of the tunnel. He’liseka clasped Ku’kari’s paw tightly, pulling her into an embrace before everything went dark. [End Scene] ***************** MSNPC He’liseka Messenger of the Guides Si’Laan Colony J239809TA4

Probably. Maybe.

Oops, my copy and paste went awry. It was supposed to include the rest. I should read what I post shouldn't I? 😄

Remind me not to get on Neeya's bad side.

Gotta place the blame somewhere.