Sal Taybrim

This was a remarkable bit of character description! Excellent for setting up many interactions to come! Great work Ensign @Obsius Sill-con!

Welcome to Ops, where your command staff is on a first name basis! Excellent opening narration Ensign Sutter!

I'm not saying I agree with Egil 110% ... I'm just saying this quote is awesome... 😉

I've really been enjoying this building scene between @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock and @Arys - it feels very grounded and real, and I'm enjoying watching the friendship unfold! Great work! ((CMO's Office, Sickbay, Starbase 118)) Aine felt like she was in Confession. When she was younger, religion wasn't a thing her parents had pushed but the area she grew up in, it was still common. To the point it was a part of the local culture. She didn't necessarily believe in it, but it seemed the guilt part was always there and she could never shake it. Her encounter with a Q while on the Resolution definitely did much to open her eyes to other possibilities, but habits are still habits. Sherlock: At the time ::beat:: of course I didn't think he was right. I was... Trovek: Heartbroken? Sherlock: I hate that word. But yes. ::long pause:: In retrospect, and from a completely objective viewpoint, it makes sense. Arys nodded.This was the first time Aine had openly admitted it. Those who knew about Aine and Mel's past usually saw things from younger Aine's perspective, giving her the benefit of the doubt. But over time, she herself, learned it was selfish. Trovek: I personally... don't quite agree with the reasoning. I've thought about marriage and the likes a lot lately, and there are always going to be challenges and complications, especially when both partners have a career and do not solely exist for the other. Aine took another bite of her food, this piece almost looked like a honeycomb, but definitely did not taste of the sweetness of honey. She pondered where Arys was going with this. Sherlock: So you think it's possible to balance? Framed as a question, it really wasn't as much as a statement. Trovek: Yes. ::she nodded. Seemed like Aine could read her thoughts:: And, being in my mid-thirties, I think I would be able to make it work. Somehow. But in my early twenties... ::she shook her head:: Breaking up is never pleasant, but look at you contacting him despite all that. Sherlock: ::eyes shifting:: You don't think that was juvenile? Last time it felt juvenile... Trovek: Well, the good thing is you're a grown-up now. ::she smirked:: You can have grown-up conversations with him, or do grown-up activities. Grown up activities? Sherlock: oOGrown up activities?Oo Yeah ::eyes shifting again:: ::beat:: maybe... Trovek: Would you want it to last? ::she paused, rephrasing:: Or rather, would you like the option of it being able to last? She had no clue what she wanted in the end. When it came to her personal life, Aine was about the worst planner there was. Evidenced by an apartment with only a couple chairs, a single desk, and a twin bed that were all akin to Starfleet issue. Such a grown up here. Sherlock: The option...option. Right now, I just want to be able to talk to him. I don't know what it is, call it a comfort in an old familiarity? Trovek: ? Sherlock: ::attempting to change the subject again:: So, this thing with Lukin... The mention of age and marriage didn't go unnoticed by Aine. And with all the other news circulating around the "little station..." Trovek: ? Sherlock: Yeah, that... The look on Aine's face went from being a smartass to serious yet happy. Sherlock: ...does it mean I'll have to be nice to him? No matter the answer, she'd try. For the sake of her friend. For the sake of her friend's child she hadn't even met yet. Trovek: ? tag/TBC Lieutenant Aine Sherlock Tactical Officer StarBase 118 Ops R239712AS0

congratulations Ensigns! Welcome to the fleet!

You say that like it's a bad thing!! 😂

You said it, I didn't >.> 😂

I am really enjoying the progress of this side story! ((Bridge, USS Glenn)) It was clear they were the last to arrive and the Captain gave Mel a look he was all too familiar with. He just smiled wryly in return. He let the others crowd in towards the tactical station overlooking the fore end of the bridge as the Captain began giving her presentation. He stayed back closer to the turbolift and the small accessway fore of it. A small pinch of Aine's sleeve held her back and closer to his chosen location. As much as he loved the Glenn, this presentation had been seen by him probably hundreds of times. He really didn't want to sit through it again. And as far as he knew, Aine had never been on a Galaxy before, he was ecstatic to show her some more of the hidden gems rather than the grand features. Monroe: Welcome one and all, I am Captain Monroe and I want to welcome you aboard the USS Glenn. As the Captain brought up the display on the viewscreen, Mel gave Aine's sleeve a tug. Her head turned towards him and a slightly perturbed look came across her face. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head towards the accessway. Aine's eyebrows furrowed in annoyed curiosity. A couple sharp jabs with his head towards the accessway again trying to silently convince her to come with him. He could tell she was annoyed with the idea as her lips pursed. Nonetheless, she looked back towards the Captain and when she wasn't looking, he gave her sleeve another tug and the pair hurriedly made their way, unseen to the accessway. He took her by the hand and led her down the ramp. The deck below was darker lit than the bridge. Many had no clue, but here there was an officers lounge for bridge officers. Little more than twice the area of the bridge adorned in plush furniture and various species of plants provided by the botany labs on the Glenn. It was a place for stressed and weary officers to get away for a few minutes. Not many ships had them, but Galaxy's were not just any ships. He knew they'd have no company here. The Glenn's crew was mostly on 118 enjoying their leave with skeleton crews working in shifts. Aine had broken his grip and made her way to the windows. There she stood a few feet in front of him, her arms crossed, staring off into space. Sherlock: ::thinking back to her time on her previous posting:: Not even the Excalibur had something like this. You all are really pampered. Martinson: The entire outer rim decks nine and ten are lounges. There's a lot of places on these babies to get away. He moved to just inches behind her, looking over her shoulder. The front of the saucer was like a horizon, falling off in the distance. He always felt this view gave one a good perspective on the massive size of the Glenn. Martinson: I thought you might like this view the most. I remember the first time you got to tour a ship while we were at the Academy. There was a point you fell behind because you were just standing there staring out the port. Sherlock: ::half a smile curled:: I remember that. Earth had never seemed so small before. There was a long pause. He wanted to say something, anything. But he knew better. He knew to let her just enjoy the moment. Sherlock: The lounge on the Excalibur had these massive windows. They were angled up and away. Sometimes, if there was no one else there, I'd lean on them. When you looked down and there was nothing there, it felt like you'd fall into space. The mention of falling away prompted him to move closer to her. His arms slowly wrapped around her and under her crossed arms. A part of him was suddenly nervous. Sherlock: You know, I'm still mad at you. Martinson: Are you? Sherlock: ::a grinned now fully formed:: Yeah, I am. Martinson: Ok. His embrace tightened ever so slightly. He thought she must feel some comfort as her neck relaxed and she rested the back of her head on his chest. Martinson: What was that line from the song you used to sing? The one I tried to learn? "Rockin' to a realtor, Joe co lomsa" or something like that? He could feel the silent laugh through his arms as she shook her head in disapproval. Sherlock: You were so bad at this. You're Irish is the worst. Martinson: It really is. But to be fair, it sounds more alien than alien languages. She playfully elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed in response. Sherlock: ((OOC: spelling this phonetically so those that can't read Irish can sound it out...sorta.)) Rachin tee na railta, da choe coe lomsa. Martinson: I'd travel to the stars, if you came with me. She leaned her head back once more. He missed this, though he wasn't going to say it aloud. There was comfort in old familiarity and it was clear to him she felt something like that too. He didn't speak again, he'd ruined too many moments in the past that way. There they stood, staring off into space, silently. TBC Lieutenant Melvin Martinson Federation Inter-Trade Negotiator USS Glenn R239712AS0

Very well written @Vitor S. Silveira! Great sim!

I can hear the 'level up' music in the background!

Hah! >.>

This was a very interesting response to an IC conflict - well narrated and well done! ((Primary Sickbay – USS Narendra)) All the while Sheila evaluated patients she noticed the way Commandar Dal rubbed at his temples. He was clearly unhappy with the way Sheila, a more junior officer, had taken charge. Sheila herself was slowly regretting her previous choices, noting the way her guilt was slowly burning like a flame at her internal organs. Yet, as the second man pushed up his sleeves to reveal only bruises and cuts, Sheila resigned to sigh, turning towards her work. Neither her nor Dal were happy, especially with each other. Nevertheless Dal eventually, in a matter of seconds, picked up the requested dermal regenerator. However, he gave a side glance, one that Sheila was hard to miss, at the nearly dozen or so nurses and other doctoral staff she could have called on instead. In her own efforts to quell the rising inferno of guilt and anxiety within her, Sheila had practically forgotten where she was. This was not like the last mission where her and Dal were on their own. This time the two of them, plus Blackwell, were on board the Narendra, rather than being surrounded by rubble on someone else's ship. No matter, the man in front of her had gazed between her and Dal before making a wise choice, for their own benefit. Bailey: I can work with that. Much appreciated. Next please. Evacuee 1: My head still feels funny. Kollo: And I still think we’re being lied to. Blackwell: ::She paused and looked towards Kollo, and rather than shying from his statement, she looked towards him:: Mr. Kollo - Sheila decided to keep her lips buttoned for the time being. No use saying something unnecessary, not when the Commander was clearly upset with her. Instead she chose to observe the way Dal and Blackwell handled one of the evacuees who was being unruly. And it was perfectly clear that Dal had had enough, what with the way he pushed the man with the cuts, yet his antennae pointed towards the Tellarite not far off. Dal: Lieutenant Blackwell, I believe it is clear that no one else is seriously injured. Can you move Mr. Kollo and his group out to the habitat area? Commander Dal was clearly, as clear as crystal, thoroughly done with this particular group of evacuees. Sheila, in her own silent way, agreed with the Andorian. They were beginning to argue, talk back, and question what was going on. It would only spell disaster. A disaster that would slowly leach into the water supply like oil. Blackwell: Okay everyone, let’s move towards galley, and I’ll get you all settled ::She started to turn until, but was stopped as Kollo seemed to wheel himself around her:: Kollo: Look ::He stabbed a finger towards Rue:: Why don’t you tell me the truth and then I’ll follow you? Blackwell was more than handling Kollo. Even as he thrust a finger her way she kept her cool. She was calm, hoping it would leach over to the others present. Sheila herself didn’t feel that brave. In fact she was sure she would have flinched herself if she had been the other woman’s position. It was a dam pot ready to boil over here in sickbay. Blackwell: ::she was careful with her body language here - folding arms, hands on hips, anything could read as defensive. Instead, she set her hands at her side, stance open, eyes on his:: What precisely do you want to know? Dal: Doctor Bailey, I think *you* should scan this patient ::he gestured towards the first evacuee, a teenage Trill.:: I am seeing trace amounts of gamma radiation. At Dal’s words the young doctor came back to a more present state of mind, turning away from Rue as she battled to get Kollo to cooperate. Yet, the fire inside her had yet to fizzle out. For some unknown reason, one that Sheila couldn’t even begin to explain, it only grew more intense. It burned up her internal organs, making a red blush cover the woman’s face. Now she was angry. Angry and irritated by the chaos of the scene in front of them. Angry at the way it had escalated quicker than she had expected, turning her anxiety and guilt into frustration. Frustrated at the way she had spoken out of turn, commanding a small army before she even realized what she had done, that she was in the wrong. Angry at the way her eyes burned holes into Dal and she seemingly dismissed the seriousness of a young Trill being exposed to Gamma radiation. Bailey: ::In a tone unlike her normal self, a sharp edge to it:: Why don’t you do it yourself? Dal: Doctor Bailey…you are a trained medical professional. I am a search and rescue specialist and a command officer. Internal medicine is not my specialty, and I have just enough first aid capability to move critically injured people out of a dangerous situation and into the hands of doctors like you. Use your staff resources to care for the evacuees. Use me for my skills. Or I will take command here. With his response she shrank back. Water had been dumped on the fire, enough to leave smoke. The Andorien’s tone had been heart wrenchingly calm. He didn’t seem angry with her, more like disappointed, which was always worse. Worse in a way the nearly made her unwilling to say anything for a long time. And blinking away waves upon waves of intense emotions, she equally had to blink away the images of long lost familiar faces before she felt able to speak again. Bailey: Yes Sir. ::her voice was meek and after she turned towards the evacuee:: How do you feel? Evacuee: Dizzy. Nauseous. I don’t like it. Perhaps what she said next was more to comfort herself than the evacuee she was treating. Yet the sentiment worked both ways. Bailey: It’s okay. Please take deep breaths, that will help. I will get one of the nurses to get you some medicine. Until then you don’t need to be afraid. I’m just going to scan you with my own medical tricorder. That okay? ::And as she waited for a nod or verbal confirmation from the evacuee she addressed Dal, voice straining to remain calm:: Have you come up with anything about Maxwell? The Commander had been nodding, she had seen it out of the corner of her eye, as she talked to and treated her patient. It wasn’t in any way a comfort to know someone was looking over her shoulder. Yet in a way she understood why he was doing it. He was making sure she stayed on track, on task, didn't bolt. Not that she was planning to; not anymore. Dal: I did. Henry Maxwell boarded at StarBase 118. Civilian, investigative journalist. And brother to one Commander Arturo Maxwell… Bailey: I see…I’m sorry I never got your name. ::Sheila had turned back towards the Trill evacuee:: Dal/Evacuee: Response Bailey: Well Pud, it’s nice to meet you. Now can you tell me how bad the dizziness is? Any allergies? Dal/Evacuee (Pud): Response Bailey: It’s going to be okay, just keep taking slow deep breaths. Nurse… Sheila pointed to a small woman, with short red hair. The woman’s name was escaping her thoughts at the moment yet Sheila recognized her face, she was a nurse. Perhaps she could use her resources after all. Bailey: Could you please grab me a hypospray with an antiemetic and antihistamine. Dal/Evacuee (Pud): Response Nurse: Of course. She shot Sheila a sympathetic smile before running off to collect the requested medication. In the approximate 30 seconds to minute it took Sheila asked Dal another question. Bailey: Anything else about what happened to this Maxwell after they docked at Starbase 118? Dal/Evacuee (Pud): Response The nurse came shuffling back over to Bailey, hypospray in hand. Nurse: Here you go. With that she handed the small slim grey hypospray over, then shuffled back into the small crowd of medical personnel until she was needed once more. Bailey: Do you mind? ::she gestured to the hypospray:: Small pinch. Sheila injected the medication into Pud’s arm, that being the highest place she could reach while perched on the arm of her chair. Once injected she gave the injection sight a slight rub. Bailey: You should begin feeling better in a few minutes. And if you feel comfortable I would be okay with sending you to join the others. Dal/Evacuee (Pud): Response Lieutenant Sheila Bailey Medical Officer - General Practitioner and Rheumatologist Starbase 118 Ops M239512BG0 “We all have regrets. But we can’t undo the things that we’ve done.” - Sara Lance

@Vitor S. Silveira - Congratulations! It is always a joy to play with you and I am so happy to see you recognized! @Arys - you are an incredible medical officer and I am thrilled that you have gotten this recognition! I look forward to so many more stories together! @Talos Dakora - it is always lovely to be able to write with you and I'm happy to see you recognized this year! @Toryn Raga - I'm so glad I've been able to meet and inteact with both of your characters! Congratulations! You are a fantastic person to game with! @Corliss - it's been ages since you guest simmed on the Conny, but I'm so glad to have gotten the chance to sim with you and congratulations on your continued improvement in your role! Well done everyone!

@Jalana - CONGRATULATIONS! You have done such awesome steadfast work for so long and I am thrilled to see you recognized! I love writing with you and love working with you! @Oddas Aria - You are a fantastic CAL, and your open discussions with the CC and EC on discord are a standard that we will look to in the future. You support better communication between staff members and have done a fantastic job as a CO and as an administrator. Congratulations! @Kali Nicholotti - Congratulations!! As my very first CO, thank you for putting up with me! I am so happy to see you get your groove back and watch your ship shine! Well deserved! @Jo Marshall - You are a fantastic admin and a superb support person for every aspect of StarBase 118. I know that you are humble and don't often seek praise, but this makes your work all the more valuable to the game. I am proud to see you recognized and thankful for everything you do. Congratulations! Congratulations everyone! Thank you all for helping make SB118 be such a great place to sim for so many years!

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!!

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!

Fantastic work everyone! I just love seeing everyone recognized across the fleet!!

I do so love a good bit of character drama and set up, and a juicy promise of story to come. Nice opening @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock! ((OOC: This is a setup for a series that will take place next shore leave, but since the impetus starts with Aine's message to him, I figured it was an appropriate time to post it.)) ((Diplomatic Offices, USS Glenn)) Mel had always been career focused. To the point that when he graduated from the Academy, he'd split up with his Academy sweetheart. His family was always goal oriented and didn't let things like feelings and emotions stand in their way. It was a bad habit he himself had picked up. And at times, even regretted. It wasn't until a year ago when he'd decided to surprise her, maybe hoping she'd gotten over it, on Deep Space 224. It was ultimately a mistake. What started as a small confrontation transitioned to a peaceful drink which turned into an emotion charged lashing he'd received from her, and rightfully so. He'd respected her privacy so he didn't even know what had transpired. As for himself, he was devastated. More for her than for himself though. But he never got the chance to tell her. He'd let his emotions get the best of him and when he went to confront her again, this time to apologize, the simple mistake of grabbing her by the arm ended up with a Vulcan grabbing him by the neck. Next thing he knew, he was in sickbay. Between then and now, he determined it was best to leave her be. It was what she wanted otherwise he'd have heard from her. He figured she'd moved on. He heard the occasional news from the Resolution, including its destruction. He knew for sure she'd be angry to hear from him then. Her move and rise in rank and position on the Excalibur, he was proud of her, but didn't dare tell her. And of course it made it to him that she'd transferred to Ops. Which made it all the more shocking when his console told him a holo message had come through for him from Aine. He queued up the message and there she was. Her hair was pulled up and secured tightly to her head. Gold collar tight to her neck. And that jacket, just a little loose as she always wore it. He got nervous, as if she were really there. Half afraid she'd reach right through the screen and punch him. But then the recording started and her voice. Something about it seemed nervous itself, almost shakey. And now he was worried. Sherlock: =/\= Hi. I'm not exactly sure why I'm doing this... =/\= As he listened to her entire message, he was both relieved to hear from her, but rattled by how scared she seemed. In all the time they got to know each other years ago, Aine had never been one to say she was afraid. Sure he knew there were times she was, but that was just because he knew her well. But show it outwardly? That wasn't her. Sherlock: =/\= Anyways, I just wanted to send you this message. You know, just in case. =/\= He sat, arms crossed, for a minute pondering what all this meant. She didn't need his help, after all, she was posted to a starbase, what was a diplomatic officer on the Glenn going to help with. He knew he'd have to wait however long whatever she was doing and hope she came out the otherside alright. But now, he was just anxious. Martinson: Computer, list current fleet deployments out of StarBase 118. Computer: Unable to list current deployments. Martinson: Why? Computer: That information is currently classified. ((Timeskip, a few minutes later, Bridge, USS Glenn)) The turbolift ride to the bridge seemed long despite there not being anyone else in it. Mel went over and over all these possibilities of what Aine's message could mean. And with no way to get in contact with her, the only way to find out would be to get to where she was posted and wait for her to return there. Not an ideal tactic considering the outcome of his last surprise visit. Now the question was: how? When the lift doors open, his face immediately went from worried to his normal, confident, grin. He walked past a couple crewman saying hi and giving them a customary pat on the shoulder. The crew of the Glenn was tight and he didn't want to give any indication he was distracted, and being a trade negotiator, he had plenty of practice the last five years. He approached the Captain's Ready Room and signaled his request to enter. Monroe (Captain): Enter. Mel stepped in confidently. He approached one of the chairs opposite the Captain and swung a leg over the back of it and took a seat before being signalled to. Martinson: Captain ::beat:: I've come to discuss an urgent matter with you. Monroe: Oh? Martinson: ::leaning in close and clasping his hands together on the desk:: The Glenn's next shore leave. Captain Monroe seemed only half amused. She set her PADD down and leaned back in her chair, giving the hem of her uniform a tug before crossing her arms. Monroe: Go on. Martinson: Trinity Sector. Monroe: Trinity? Martinson: Yeah, think about it. StarBase 118. New Scotland just a shuttle ride away. Romulan refugees. Vulcans seeking reunification. Klingons ::beat:: being Klingons. The place is a melting pot! And I've never been and I'm sure the majority of the crew hasn't either. Captain Monroe's eyes narrowed slightly. She knew there was something more. But she also knew she'd have to play the game. Monroe: You know, Mel, you've served under me for five years now. Martinson: ::giving a tilted nod:: I have. Monroe: And not once, in all that time, have you ever suggested where we go for shore leave. Why now? Still leaning on the desk, his hand seperated in a shrug. Martinson: Maybe I just found somewhere I'd like to see? Monroe: Uh hmm ::beat:: And it wouldn't have anything to do with the Trinity fleet being deployed would it? Martinson: I don't know anything about that. It was mostly true, he didn't as he was cleared for that kind of information. The Captain eyed him closely. Monroe: We're not due for leave for a couple more weeks. And I don't know what you were expecting to do, but we're not going anywhere near that fleet. Martinson: I don't want to go near the fleet. I want to go to 118. Monroe: Why? The Captain was putting her foot down, subtly, but he knew it. Martinson: I got a message from ::beat:: an old friend. Lieutenant Sherlock. She's had a rough year. And she sounded a little worried about whatever they were going to do. And I just thought it would be nice to be there when she got back ::long pause:: and for the crew to see a new place. Monroe: I'll consider your request, Mel. ::picking up her PADD to return to her work:: Martinson: I've heard Little Risa is nice this time of year... Monroe: Out! Martinson: ::flashing her a smile:: Yes, ma'am. ((OOC: The USS Glenn, if you haven't figured it out, will be visiting 118 next shore leave and there will be a tour of the Galaxy Class diplomatic cruiser if anyone is interested.)) End Scene Lieutenant Melvin H. Martinson Diplomatic Officer USS Glenn R239712AS0

Now I wanna know what happens...!!!

Really wonderful opening narration on this sim! Great job, Lieutenant! ((Briefing room – StarBase 118)) She had heard of “Tension being so thick you could cut it with a knife” but the room at the moment - the tension was so thick, a jackhammer would have been needed. She heard her name called and looked to Sal, and nodded as he instructed she would be working with him, Yael and Bailey. Blackwell: Yes, Sir Taybrim: You have two hours before the Narendra launches. Once on board we’ll have some time to coordinate with the Trinity-Serellian defense fleet before focusing on these tasks. Any questions? Luthas: I’m good sir. Bailey: No Sir. As the room started to clear, she stepped out, moving to the next stage in the planning. ((time Skip - Co’s office)) Rue was in the CO’s office as soon as possible, ready to get into the meat of their investigation. Rue rarely described hating things. Hate to her…was an ugly, savage emotion, one that tore at the one who felt it even as it tore at the people it was directed at. Rue hated Terra Prime. She felt that leadened, ugly feeling resting on her. She hated these people. She hated them for their hate, for their beliefs, for their paradigms. She hated that their irrational behavior was putting countless lives in danger, and had already done so. She had spent time reading up on Terra Prime, and other similar groups to theirs, to work to understand their psychology, the way that these groups formed. It was a great deal of feeling victimized themselves, often due to difficult, problematic living conditions. While Rue could in some sense…empathize with that, given the modern era, the resources, the fact - they could have- simply had things better and just accepted differences….but chose - this- form of horrorific response…it raised something ugly in Rue. It felt like there was a razor against her skin, making shallow, sharp cuts. She hated Terra Prime. She was attempting to deal with that emotion, to smother it, focus on what /could/ be done, when Bailey walked in. Bailey: Good day to everyone. ::She nodded to each in turn:: Certainly a pity we have to meet under such circumstances. Blackwell:::She managed a light smile:: Agreed - Taybrim: Response Bailey: I’ll cut right to it, in case the information is perceived not necessary. I once compared my uncle to Terra Prime. As such, I brought the Elaysian police report that was previously filled for him. I figured the information on his behavior could give us some insight into Terra Prime. Blackwell: All right. ::She quirked a brow, ready to listen:: Taybrim: Response Bailey: Certainly Sir. A file folder was handed to Taybrim. Bailey: I had the documents transferred to paper, hence why it’s not digital. ::her cheeks blushed red with slight embarrassment:: Blackwell:::She looked curious and glanced at Bailey:: So who is this uncle? Taybrim/Bailey Blackwell:::She smiled faintly:: Everyone has something in their family they are not proud of. Just few are willing to share. I appreciate you bringing this to us. Taybrim/Bailey Blackwell: I read a lot on the psychology of similar hate groups, and to try and find a bit more into…the thinking that develops there, but I’m curious to hear what you have ::She nodded to Bailey:: -- Lt. Prudence Blackwell Comms/Ops Starbase 118 G239308PB0

Sal Taybrim is wondering if he forgot something. Or how the years all blurred together so fast...

Act within the next ten minutes and we’ll throw in Moby, Sal’s hairless tribble! no, seriously, someone just take him… 😂

👆I see what you did there >.>

And he is *so pleased* that you noticed! 😂

Clearly it's a power skant. And clearly it's working.