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    "Don't Eat The Mushrooms" and other sage advice from the USS Oumuamua

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    Quite a lot had happened in the last twenty months or so. He'd been “killed in action”, actually wounded, lost upon a planet wracked by civil war and none-too-friendly towards the Federation, fought as part of a group trying to reestablish the lawful government, wounded again, been on the run and then escaped. He'd then been put through the mill by Starfleet Intel, retrained as a Marine and then fired off to a different quadrant instead of back to 118 and his daughter.

    Also known as a quiet Thursday afternoon for @Arturo Maxwell.

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    "Don't Eat The Mushrooms" and other sage advice from the USS Oumuamua

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    Aine's first stint in the chair wasn't what she expected it to be. Because she never really expected to ever sit in it unless it was an absolute emergency. But thus far she had a mouthy Ensign, sensor hogging scientists, a missing away team, and possible hallucinations that could have been caused by who knows what. Was it Tuesday already?

    I love this Generations reference and can confirm Iljor will be throwing @Lhandon_Nilsen in an airl- brig. I meant brig. 

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    Lieutenant Aine Sherlock - Home Again

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    This was beautifully and elegantly written @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock. A stunning piece of prose!
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    ((Sherlock's Quarters, Deck 4, USS 'Oumuamua))
     
    How many times in the last few years did she say to herself, "This is home now?" Although just a handful, there was no point in counting anymore. Nonetheless, each time, it was the truth. And the 'Oumuamua was home now. After the awards ceremony Aine had made her way back to her quarters. It wasn't an event for her so much as the crew that was there before her. She'd done her part to show her support, but she left before there was any further celebration.
     
    Coming back to her barren quarters, it appeared that Operations had received a crate of her belongings that was deposited into the center of the room. When she left 118 it was on fairly short notice. She'd had less than 24 hours to get her affairs in order. And there were many. She'd seen Talar to tell him that their...arrangement...had to change. But she wasn't even sure what they were at that point. She had to set a plan in motion for her sister, Shevon. Currently an enlisted technician in Engineering who was taking classes at the remote campus on 118 to become an officer, but now choosing to test out and take her credits to work on becoming a Warrant Officer. She wasn't sure when she'd get to see Shevon again, but she left her the apartment and everything in it, only asking her to pack up some personal things of Aine's and send it to her. And now here it was.
     
    She reached behind her and unzipped the small zipper on the back of the neck of her uniform's jacket so she could pull it over her head. She tossed it to the nearest chair before going over to the crate. When she popped the top she looked down and it was as if the past was looking up at her. A couple holo-photos lay there in their frames. Both of her as a cadet, one with Madison and the other of her and Mel. She picked them up and set them on the table.
     
    Next was one of her old uniforms. Though it was only weeks ago, the grey shouldered uniform seemed old already. A past that was now just images in her mind like a video-holo she'd once watched. And packed between the uniform and some of her civvies, a pair of knives. One was an antique ceremonial knife from Cardassia that Sil had given her shortly after he'd arrived on the Resolution. That and a Bajoran earring were what he had given her after the crew vacationed on Bajor during the Gratitude Festival. The knife was the only possession of hers that had survived the destruction of the Resolution. Her friend, Meidra, had been running past Aine's office during the evacuation and ran in to see if there was anything she could save, and that was it. The other was a traditional Romulan honor blade. One that had been in Talar's family for countless generations, as he told it anyways. He had gifted it to her shortly after they had moved their friendship to a level just above being friends.
     
    As she looked down on them, she got almost a sinking feeling. One she'd felt before. That feeling was one she hated. It was more the idea of living in the past. Ever since she'd left home, she always wanted to be moving forward, but sometimes the past sunk its claws in, dragging itself along for the ride. She snapped out of that frozen moment and put the top back on the crate. Picking up her PADD from the nearby table which lay next to the pictures she'd setup, she searched the database for her playlist of music, mostly traditionals, and queued it up. The one thing she did like about deep space explorers was the creature comforts, especially the fact that senior officers quarters had the most luxurious of those comforts, a water bath.
     
    Sherlock: Computer, illumination to thirty percent.
     
    The lights dimmed. The crate could wait. And a nice hot soak seemed the perfect first step forward into her new future.
     
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    Lieutenant Aine Sherlock
    Security Officer
    U.S.S. Oumuamua
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    Ensign Enzo Solari - Brain Wizard

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    This is an incredible debut sim from our newest recruit, @Enzo Solari, who has joined us fresh from the Academy!

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    Personal log, stardate 240006.18. Dr Enzo Solari, Medical Officer, USS 'Oumuamua reporting. It has been a whirlwind since my arrival on the ‘Oumuamua from Starbase 118. I am excited to have graduated after a final training exercise on Starbase 118. Since my arrival, I have had just enough time to unpack my belongings in my small cabin before checking in with my superior officer Dr Vlen Kel. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to meet with Dr Kel for more than a quick greeting before he rushed off on preparations for the mission to the E-Sho. Now, I am getting settled into one of the desks in Sickbay, minding the store while Dr Kel runs some errands. I hope to develop a good working relationship with him. 

    ((Deck 7, Sickbay, USS 'Oumuamua))

    Solari: Computer, end personal log.

    Dr Ensign Enzo Solari yawned. He stretched his legs under a pristine white polymer desk attached to the wall. No rest for the wicked, he thought to himself. The courier vessel to the 'Oumuamua followed a different clock that left him space lagged. It feels so nice to have a real sickbay job after so many years of training, he sighed to himself with tired satisfaction. He stared outside the office partition. The Sickbay sparkled with metallic surfaces and glowing state-of-the-art monitoring equipment. Rows of biobeds lined the circular wall as if waiting to welcome any patients. 

    V'Airu: =/\= Bridge to Sickbay. =/\= 

    Enzo started in surprise. He quickly reeled in his limbs and tapped his combadge. 

    Solari: =/\= This is Doctor Solari. Go ahead, Bridge. =/\= 

    V'Airu: =/\= Report to the bridge, please. I have some (beat) unusual 

    symptoms to discuss. =/\= 

    Solari: =/\= On my way. =/\= 

    Enzo stood up and grabbed his plain gray standard issue Medical Kit and hurried out of Sickbay. Alrighty! First day on the job, he thought excitedly.

    ((Deck 1, Bridge, USS 'Oumuamua))

    The turbolift doors whisked open to show the bridge abuzz with voices, computer beeps, and officers moving around. In the center, a viewscreen of swirling blue and gold colors caught his attention. That must be the micro-nebula everyone is talking about, he thought. He glanced away before he got dizzy. He shook his head and walked towards the dais where the Commodore sat with her other bridge officers. He heard the Commodore conversing with them as he stepped up. He suddenly felt his heartbeat pick up, feeling nervous. 

    Solari: ::speaking quickly:: Dr Solari reporting, Commodore. What can I assist with?

    V’Airu: Response 

    Solari: Please hold still, sir, as I run some quick scans. 

    Enzo opened his gray medical kit case and removed a medical tricorder and scanner. He activated the tricorder and leaned over to wave the scanner slowly around V’Airu’s cranial region. He half-listened in on the conversation between the Commodore and the other officers he hadn’t formally met yet. 

    Herrick: I’m not detecting anything internally; all green signals on my end. If we’re experiencing this here, do you think the away teams are also experiencing it? 

    Katsim: My first assumption would be yes, however we have no empirical evidence to support that hypothesis. 

    Enzo noticed some slightly elevated readings. These readings don’t seem out of the ordinary but who knows the effects of this space phenomena, he thought, nodding to himself. 

    Solari: Sir, if I may, your scans show nothing particularly concerning aside from slightly elevated neural activity in your amygdala. This part of the brain is responsible for emotions. Have you experienced any abrupt shifts of mood?

    V’Airu: Response

    Katsim: The readings are not any clearer, but they do seem to spike with those waves.  They get stronger, then fade. 

    Enzo suddenly felt excitement and exuberance, flooding his mind, his eyes unfocused for a moment. Then it faded away. Whoa I haven’t felt like that since the day I received my medical school diploma, he thought to himself. 

    Solari: Did anyone else feel that? ::voice cracking::

    Herrick/V’Airu: Response 

    Katsim: Commodore, it seems to be coming in steady intervals. 

    Enzo ran to the various bridge officers waving his medical scanner like a wizard casting a spell on his subjects. 

    Herrick/V’Airu: Response 

    Lastly, Enzo awkwardly waved the scanner over his own brain. 

    Solari: We all show signs of elevated neural activity in the amygdala. I would like to see everyone come to sickbay for scans when able, Commodore. 

    Herrick/Katsim/V’Airu: Response

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    Ensign Enzo Solari
    Medical Officer - USS 'Oumuamua
    Writer ID: O240006ES4
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    "Don't Eat The Mushrooms" and other sage advice from the USS Oumuamua

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    Can we all just take a moment to appreciate his beautifully written this was?:

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    The nebula stretched out before them, for though it was far smaller than 
    most, it was still a giant compared to the Oumuamua. The blue dominated, 
    with ribbons of gold outlining edges, like petals in a celestial flower 
    flung into the heavens to blossom and demonstrate its beauty to the 
    galaxy.  The glimmer of stars scattered like glittering dust, twinkling 
    behind the translucent veil of the clouds that did little to hide their 
    glory.  Such manifestations only solidified the knowledge that the 
    universe was a creation, and the Prophets ruled over it all.

    Absolutely stunning, @Alora DeVeau!!

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    Ensign Herrick: Finding Zen

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    I really enjoyed this submission from our newest Ensign, @Josh Herrick. He perfectly captures that undeniable thrill of a first mission! 

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    (( Herrick’s Quarters, Deck 7, USS-‘Oumuamua ))

    Josh looked around his new home; it was certainly quieter than the bunk he had been in since boarding the ‘Oumuamua. He had inquired about his room assignment after he noticed that Ensigns Dahlquist and Tyber were assigned to quarters and had a more comfortable living space. It was at that time that the logistics officer realized that an error had been made, mixing him in with the enlisted  crew when there were available quarters.

    Josh had moved in the previous night with what little belongings he had (a poster, a plasma extinguisher shaped magnet, and a few padds). He hadn’t yet seen his roommate, but he suspected that it wouldn’t be long before they bumped into each other. Overall, the young engineer didn’t care whether it was a small bed or a room to himself, but he had found it easier to sleep in the less-tight space.

    Herrick: (excitedly) oO I’m going to be on the bridge! Oo 

    He did a final once over in the mirror, making sure he looked picture perfect. This would be the third time he’d meet the Commodore, and the first time he’d see the bridge in action; both equally exciting. In the Academy, Herrick had taken the initial command training courses and had been exposed to some bridge operations, but this would be his first real mission as a commissioned officer.

    He headed to the turbolift, and extra spring in his step and after stepping inside the pod, he called for the bridge. It was perhaps a bit too excitedly, but no one was around to judge the green ensign. After a few moments, the doors slid open to reveal the bridge.

    (( Bridge, Deck 1, USS 'Oumuamua ))

    Josh stepped across the threshold and took a moment to let it sink in. Just like his time in the arboretum, meeting Kammus, and seeing everyone at the awards ceremony, he wanted to burn this moment into his mind. He turned his head to each side scanning the room, and while doing so, realized that he wasn’t quite sure where he should be.

    Herrick: oO Do I ask someone? Oo

    At that moment, he noticed a lieutenant approaching him. 

    Katsim: Response

    Herrick: Yes, I am. Ensign Josh Herrick, Engineering.

    Katsim: Response

    Herrick: It’s good to meet you, Lieutenant. It’s my first time on the ‘Oumuamua bridge, so bear with me.

    Katsim: Response

    The doors of the ready room slid apart and V’Airu stepped on the bridge. As she approached Herrick and Katsim, she invited them to take the co-chairs beside her and asked for the viewscreen to be activated. The blue-gold cloud was beautiful to Josh. The shifts of colour were almost hypnotic in a way; he felt more at ease as he continued to stare at the image.

    V'Airu: Before we turn to our sensors, which are likely to operate below peak capacity, let us consider. Have either of you seen a phenomenon like this before?

    Josh racked his brain; he hadn’t focused on interstellar space phenomena in the Academy. His studies had mostly focused on making sure that the ship’s internals worked as expected, something he would need to correct as time progressed.

    Katsim/V’Airu: Response

    The newbie was glad that Katsim had spoken first, it had taken some of the bridge jitters away. It appeared that commanding officer wanted more analysis, as she continued to prompt. 

    V'Airu: What do you see? I don't expect a diagnosis, but let's use our own senses, limited though they may be, for a moment. What could this phenomenon be?

    Herrick: If we’re going on looks sir, forgetting the gold for a moment, it somewhat looks like a cerulean nebula? oO Was that the right name for it? Oo

    It was a shot in the dark, but Herrick wanted to contribute something to the conversation so that he’d be invited back to the bridge again in the future. He also hadn’t remembered a nebula to be so relaxing when he had seen them on his cadet cruise. It didn't seem very scientific but he didn't want to leave out anything that may be material.

    V’Airu / Katsim: Responses

    Herrick: And, to me at least, it seems to have a calming effect.

    V’Airu / Katsim: Responses

    Tags! and TBC!

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    Ensign Josh Herrick
    Engineering Officer
    USS ‘Oumuamua
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    Red Carpet Fashion Report - Awards Avatars for 2023

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    Bringing it to the red carpet is Lieutenant Commander Etan Iljor of the USS ‘Oumuamua. Sporting archival pieces from renowned Bajoran designer and artisan Mikelloh Anasendros, the Mission Specialist opted for a dramatic and opulent silhouette crafted from the finest organic Bolian cotton.

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    All credit and thanks to @Robin Hopper for the amazing artwork!

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    Lt. Nesre Salo - "Won't Leave You Alone"

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    You can really feel Nesre’s anguish in this post. This was a wonderful and engrossing read @Alora DeVeau.
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    ((Corridor, Deck 6, USS Intrepid))

    They were in the past.

    That realisation was nothing new, but it seemed that the weight of it 
    was coming down more and more heavily upon the minds of those who were 
    stuck there.  Even Nesre felt it, that sudden pressure of the knowledge 
    that they may not be able to return to the reality from which they had 
    come.  All they had known, all they loved was back in a different 
    century far removed from where and when they were.

    The counselling staff were not immune from such thoughts.  The strike in 
    the breast at the dawning that she might never see her mother or her 
    brother again had hit at the least expected moment. Her sessions were 
    filled with people on their break between shifts, lamenting their 
    losses, their fears, and they were all quite valid.  And Nesre?  She 
    hadn’t taken a moment to consider her own.

    It was in the middle of the corridor that it truly hit.  There was 
    little traffic, those going on duty taking to tasks they had to finish, 
    those coming off allowing themselves the luxury of a meal, or a shower, 
    or simply some well earned rest.  And she made her way toward her own 
    quarters, her thoughts whirling with the fears of others, only to have 
    her own suddenly rush to the forefront.

    Her feet froze and she stood there a moment, the tightening sensation in 
    her chest, that squeeze that left her breathless. One hand pressed 
    against where her heart pounded loudly within its chamber, the other 
    hard against the wall in order to offer some level of stability.  Deep 
    breaths.  Slow.  Controlled.  Inhale. One.  Two.  Three.

    Her whole galaxy had circled around her family.  Even in the darkest 
    times, when the shadows in her past had clawed at her, when the pain and 
    suffering of their situation seemed unbearable, they had at least been 
    able to find comfort, support, and love in each other.  Since then, her 
    universe had expanded to others, and she’d found there were more stars 
    and suns than she had ever thought possible. But even though some of 
    those lights in the darkness had come with her, she could not help but 
    mourn over what she might very well have lost.

    Slow.  Deep breaths.  Deep breaths.

    They game in gasps, sudden rushes of air that squeezed in and out of her 
    lungs in chaotic draws, sharp, and painful.  Closing her eyes, Nesre 
    tried to count down, then focused on something. Anything.  Noise.  
    Noises.  There were noises.  The hum of the ship.  It was there.  
    Something beeped, a steady rhythm.  And there were footsteps…

    That snapped her back to reality and Nesre managed to inhale more 
    slowly, then gained control.  Straightened, she allowed herself another 
    breath, long and easy, her heart still pounding, but with less urgency 
    than before.  Her eyes opened, and around the corner, a familiar blue 
    form appeared, and almost ran into her.  He barely stopped in time, then 
    tried to circumvent her.

    Kel:  Excuse me Lt. Salo.

    His voice was dark, rough, not at all like the V’Len she knew, and his 
    form of address in such an informal situation stole her attention.  
    Every muscle of his body tightened, the line of his jaw sharpened with 
    tension.  All her own cares were cast aside, her mind snapped back to 
    the reality of the here and now, and without hesitation, Nesre turned 
    and followed him.

    Salo: V’Len, wait!

    Kel:  ::annoyed::  I'm on an errand of my own Lieutenant.  You need not 
    involve yourself.

    An errand?  In such a temper?  His continued response toward her was 
    cold, callous, certainly not the V’Len she knew.  Their earlier 
    conversation burst to the forefront of her mind, and it only helped to 
    spur her onward.

    Salo: V’Len, what’s wrong?  What’s happened?

    Her inquiry only set his ire against her further.  He stopped so 
    suddenly, that this time, Nesre was the one who almost collided with 
    him.  She jerked to a stop as he whirled around, his form looming over 
    her and shadows darkening his expression.

    Kel:  ::gritting his teeth::  Nothing is wrong and I don't need your 
    help.  You should turn around and go the other way.

    He didn’t even give her a chance to respond before he turned again and 
    began to stomp away.  Once again, Nesre followed, unwilling to simply 
    let this go.  As a counsellor, she was duty bound.  But as a friend, 
    there was more at stake, and more determination to help and protect 
    those whom she cared for.


    Salo: I can't do that and you know it.


    Kel:  response


    Salo:  You're obviously upset.  I can't just leave you like this.


    It wasn’t just his current state, though that was troubling enough.  
    Nesre knew there was trouble brewing in that mind and heart of his, and 
    the situation left him torn, struggling with a part of himself he hadn’t 
    really had to wrestle with before. Nesre picked up the pace, coming 
    alongside the man.

    Kel: Response

    He wasn’t talking, but then again, he had already talked.  While Nesre 
    didn’t know all the details of what had happened on the surface of the 
    planet, she knew some from the preliminary reports.  Because part of her 
    job was to keep up with the officers and possible scenarios that could 
    be concerning, Nesre paid close attention to what happened on the ship, 
    and this was no different.  With V’Len’s case, she’d an opportunity to 
    talk with him earlier, and had seen first hand one of the struggles he 
    dealt with.  And now?  Now she had a suspicion.

    Salo: This is about Millie, isn’t it?

    Kel: Response

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    "Don't Eat The Mushrooms" and other sage advice from the USS Oumuamua

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    The view out the front screen continued to turn as the Arlil took the shuttle toward the planet. Slowly the great orb began to fill their viewscreen, the vast oceans of the planet a vibrant blue-ish purple. It was a serene view and V'Len took a moment to appreciate it.  While the initial day in 2265 was exhausting, the subsequent days had been much better.  Other's had taken over at helm, navigation and communication and V'Len had gotten into sickbay and back into his role as doctor.  This had allowed him to "close the faucet" from Xam Kel's memories somewhat.  That was until he had been inextricably drawn to engineering.  The memory that had surfaced was visceral, and V'Len was doing his best to push it out of his mind.

    I thought that this was beautifully written @VLen Kel ♥️

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