Sal Taybrim

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.

Congratulations Ensign and welcome to the fleet!

I'm going with Majel Barett-Roddenberry, but I could also vote for LD. LD does references *right* - they're funny, they fit with the story, and often they're things that you only pick up on the second or third watch. I prefer that over the direct 'here's nostalgia on a plate!' references

I keep waiting for someone to pop up saying "A likely story...." in a mustache twisting villain voice... and that someone would probably be Q

You beat me to it! Freakin’ hilarious.

And now @Toryn Raga (Lystra) gets a cookie...

Oh so relatable!

Bugs? Bugs! FAAAAANCY BUGS! I am loving this scene @Yael and @Alora DeVeau! ((First Officer DeVeau’s Office - Starbase 118 Ops)) Sometimes there were some big downsides to being a first officer. Disciplining another officer was one of them . While she had finally over the course of the year and three months gotten settled into the roll, that didn’t mean that particular aspect was easy. Tito wasn’t a *bad* officer, but he had some unpleasant qualities that affected his job. And when those affected his job, they needed to be changed. Would they? Only time would tell, and it was all up to him. She could order him to do certain things, attend counselling, dole out punishments, but ultimately, he decided where he went from there. She sincerely hoped he had an epiphany and breakthrough that would enable him to be an even better officer. The unpleasantness had barely ended when the doors parted again, but that time, someone completely different entered. This someone was the cyborg that she had met only recently. While Tito’s situation hadn’t been the greatest, she wouldn’t take it out on the new arrival, and she managed a sincere smile as he stepped in, but didn’t get to say a word before he himself proclaimed - Y’zyr: I come bearing gifts! That was not what she expected! DeVeau: Gifts? Pardon me, I know we were on the Rahuba together, but we haven’t been formally introduced! He crossed over the room and gazed down at her, and then Alora popped up to her feet, her smile had faded, not out of concern, but because curiosity had replaced it. Brow furrowed, she turned her green eyed gaze toward the object in his hand. Y’zyr: Sorry. Ma’am. Ensign Ozai Y’zyr. With… bugs. I have bugs. *Fancy* bugs. For you. Was he new to the station? Or just new to her? While a lot came across her desk, Alora didn’t know *everyone*. She might have even focused on the fact that he was new to her, but she was distracted. Bugs? Did he really say bugs? Alora’s eyes lit up. Did he really bring her bugs? She laughed, partially because, in truth, it was rather funny that someone brought her insects. The rest of it was delight at the prospect. Bugs! DeVeau: You said you have…bugs? Y’zyr: If this isn’t a good time, I can come back? She wrenched her eyes away from the package and he lifted it higher as if to keep her attention on it. Leaning forward, she peered into the unit but…there were plants. Plants were great too! But he had said bugs… DeVeau: There are…bugs? Oh she didn’t mind bugs. Not at all! Alora loved bugs, but the problem was, there weren’t any. Y’zyr: I promise I’m not mad. They’re in here. You need a scanner or a phase stabilising view-screen to see them. Now her eyes lit up even further at that little tidbit. Bugs that phased? Or something similar? What sort of beast were they? DeVeau: Wait, so the bugs can’t be seen…and I need a phase stabiliser? Okay, he had just said that, but it was intriguing. Alora hurried around her desk and clasped the containment unit in her hand. She stared. And stared. And stared. But there were no bugs. Just plants. Was it a joke? No..he had just told her what it would take to see them. Y’zyr: ? DeVeau: Where did you find these? Y’zyr: ? Alora might have recognised the plants if she’d had the opportunity to explore the Si’laan further. Well, she *would*, but not before that very moment. After her return to the Rahuba’, she’d not set foot on the Risuan vessel, though she hoped they would allow her to visit it again now they were docked at the Starbase. And bugs! New bugs! New to her bugs! The smile returned and shifted into a full out grin. Then she made a beeline for the door, though she called back to the man - DeVeau: Come on! Y’zyr: ? Alora didn’t answer right away. Her pace was quick as she set a course for the nearest turbolift, container firmly and safely in her hands. Stepping inside, she beckoned the cyborg to join her, then commanded the computer to take them to one of the decks in the science department, then turned that grin to Y’zyr. DeVeau: We’re going to go take a look at some bugs! Y’zyr: ? -- Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau First Officer Starbase 118 Ops alora@blar.net M239008AD0

I absolutely need to hear these stories... Thank for you the curiosity @Prudence "Rue" Blackwell

I can *hear* the dialogue in my head, great writing! 😂

Lovely character work in this one, bringing a fascinating point of view to events! bravo! (( MedBay, Ra'khoi )) Who knew blood loss was such an easy way to force someone into sleeping? Okay, so it wasn’t really sleep as it was loss of consciousness but regardless, Lystra wasn’t cognizant much. Talia had patched up her hand well, staunched the bleeding and she had done her damnedest to keep awake. Eyes fixed on the biobed with Jalana. To the frantic fight with Cade leading the charge and using all of his grumpy, get off my lawn but listen to what I have to say, old man energy to stubbornly keep Jalana alive while trying to put the symbiont back inside her. She blacked out again and only awoke when the ship abruptly lurched. She had nearly rolled off her own biobed. While she had no idea how she had gotten here, she had been on the floor by a bulkhead. That felt like an impact. Were they fighting? She needed to be on the bridge at Tactical! The Boslic attempted a meager roll off the bed to get moving but the room started spinning and gravity almost assisted her before she just ended face first into the pillow. She noticed that Ed was laying on the floor then. Odd. He must be tired. When her eyes opened again she heard a familiar voice over the internal comms. T'Aven: =/\= Bridge to Sick Bay. The Constitution is here, get ready to beam the whole lot over. You're first. =/\= She blinked and shook her head. The Constitution? How long had she been out? She looked over at Jalana, she was still in rough shape and it didn’t look like Cade was done with his surgery. Just what the hell did those Syndicate bastards do to her beyond cutting her up? Right…poison. If she ever met another Syndicate member, her fists would have a lot of communication to do. Hands. Right. She looked at where her right one had been as the blue shimmer of a transporter beam enveloped her body. For a brief moment, she could swear she saw the shimmer highlight the shape of her former limb. ((Main Sickbay – USS Constitution-B)) When the shimmer faded she felt herself on the floor and staring up at the bright lights of the Constitution’s Sickbay. A nurse or orderly came over and helped her up off the floor where they’d all been beamed in and she groaned slightly while climbing into the biobed. The pain wasn’t unbearable thanks to the painkillers floating in her system, but the throbbing in her wrist was getting annoying. She watched Jalana being lifted onto a bed. She better pull through. If she didn’t Lystra know what she would do. Probably resign. Stars, even if she pulled through and the Commodore made a complete recovery she would likely be feeling the trauma from what happened to her for the rest of her life and every Trill ever who would end up with Rajel. Foster: Suck it, Sweetheart, you’re getting a shower, a meal and some sleep. You can thank me later. The comment caught her attention and she raised a brow. Sounded like Cade was talking to Talia. Though, she couldn’t tell if it was Cade’s normal humor or if he had a thing for the much younger doctor. Either way, good on him. She liked Cade. She hoped he could find someone to fall in love with the way she had for Sarah. Though, with his disposition she’d probably have to be a Klingon, or like Sherana. Sarah. Stars, she missed her. But oh was she not looking forward to explaining why she had one fewer hand to hold her with. It then dawned on her that with the loss of her right hand the Boslic wouldn’t be able to greet the wonderful redhead in her usual manner. Scooping her up and spinning around. Lystra started sobbing a little in her bed. Mark Two: response The familiar voice caused her to look up but the Boslic was instantly confused. She could have sworn she had heard Mark Two. Cade’s grandkid. But the person standing in front of her looked nothing like the childlike hologram. Lystra: I..uh. Hello. Who’re you? Mark Two: response She blinked. Wait, this was Mark? Lystra: You don’t look anything like Mark. Mark Two: response Lystra slowly ruminated on that. So, not only did they have a pair of Bynars on board now but they had helped Mark to change his appearance. It made sense. He had been ‘born’ with someone else’s face. That was something she could at least imagine a little, having had to take on personas for SFI. Put on another person’s face. But that was by choice, or necessity. Mark’s hadn’t been either. She smiled at him, it was a weak, barely filled with emotion, smile. Lystra: You look great, Mark. Mark Two: response She looked down at her hand and shook her head. Lystra: Don’t be. I’m glad it’s gone. Mark Two: response Lystra: ::She looked at the hologram:: Because someone horrible branded a mark of ownership into that hand. That same horrible person is responsible for what happened to Jalana. Because they wanted to get me..their property back. I asked Akeelah to cut off my hand. ::She sobbed a moment then looked back at Mark:: It was something I had no say or choice in. Like your original appearance. I’m glad it’s gone. Mark Two/Anyone: response ================== Lieutenant JG Lystra Tactical Officer USS Constitution-B NCC-9012-B SB118 Podcast Team Writer ID: A239410TR0 https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Lystra

Awesome way to start strong and give us a great look into your character @Julan Voleer bravo!!

We've all been there, Rustyy ❤️

Indeed it was, Sherana

whoop whoop! Welcome to the fleet @Julan Voleer and welcome back to the fleet @Valin Dermont!

Beautifully written! 😍

Clearly Alora has never met Tito before. I could actually expand this to be "Clearly Alora has never met a Silveira/Tito character before" 😂

Medical emergency work at its finest... 😂

Never change, Tito. Never change ❤️

Loved this bit of insight from Blackwell:

Just a really lovely bit of description ❤️