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Etan Iljor

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  1. Opting to give sustainable realness for the 2399 awards is Lieutenant Commander Etan Iljor of the USS Excalibur-A. He wore this vintage Chiara Montague suit to the awards ceremony last year and firmly believing a 'waste not, want not' philosophy has clearly paid off. The blazer and trousers are made from the finest organically grown Bajoran cotton and comes from the Montague archive while the shirt is an Antedean linen blend designed to keep the wearer cool is most climates! The belt is a mycelial leather accessory crafted from spores found on Delta Ariguli VII. All of the pieces in this collection were created and transported using a low dilithium footprint and were transported to Deep Space 224 using quantum slipstream drive-enabled vessels, further driving down the footprint.
  2. I have always been in awe of @Kali Nicholotti's writing style- there is something beautiful lyrical about it. Marissa really makes Kali come alive on our screens and this Simm is absolutely no exception. Watching Kali and Genkos' gentle romance unfold has been a delight to read. -- ((The Round Table, USS Excalibur - A)) She had all but released the crew to enjoy the rest of the night without structure or necessity, which was something they all needed. Only the universe knew what was coming down the pipeline, and as much as she hoped that they might get to do some tests or actual science, historical precedent spoke to the floods that often near overwhelmed them. That was what she would prepare for, however much she hoped for something else. As the room descended into the good kind of chaos that came with social gatherings, her crystalline eyes caught the dark shadows of the only eyes she wanted to see in that moment. As his hand touched her elbow gently and his presence washed over her, she smiled. Adea: Lovely ceremony, Kalianna. Kali dipped her head slightly and stepped just close enough for the dress to fade into his dark outfit. There was no way to tell where one of them began and the other ended in the dark obscurity of black fabrics against the backdrop of darkness and stars outside. Nicholotti: It was well deserved by all. Indeed, the strife that they had all suffered at the hands of the unknown was incredible. There were injuries and there were those who simply would not make it back. Thankfully they were not of her crew, but they were Starfleet nonetheless. How the admiral could live with himself knowing he'd left people behind was beyond her. The capacity to be self centered and full of greed like that was something she'd never be able to wrap her head around. She watched as he held up the box with his award in it. Adea: I wonder what the Admiral would say if he could see this… Kali shook her head ever so slightly. Nicholotti: His attention nor reaction is worth much anymore. I can't place much on a person who would not only leave men behind, but walk on with life continuing to leave people behind. The thought of what might have happened if they had not been rescued by the Excalibur when they had been was nightmarish. She was all but certain he had intended to bury them and leave them on that planet as well. A glimmer of a frown crossed her face as the barest moment of pain struck her at such a loss. But then she pushed it away. Adea: Response? Nicholotti: It is done. I don't think either of us need to reside there, nor in the what ifs, anymore. Her eyes locked with his and her meaning was clear. She meant this well beyond just the admiral and the events of the prior mission. The past was something that attached itself to you and pulled you down, unless you could figure out how to sit with it long enough for it to fade into the realm of things you could do nothing about. History was history, they had no sway on that, but they could control how they approached things moving forward. Adea: Response? Nicholotti: It doesn't have to be right now, and I know it's easier said than done, but for today... She reached out and stepped up to him as if to dance. Nicholotti: Dance with me? Adea: Response? It didn't matter where they were or who was watching, all that mattered was the two of them in that moment. The starlight shone in on them as the background music softly laid the soundtrack for their gentle movements. And as the universe around faded into the dull roar of social complexity, Kali put her head on his shoulder and allowed herself simply to be. TAG/TBC -- Commodore Kalianna Nicholotti Commanding Officer USS Excalibur - A R238605KN0
  3. DORIS HUNT! (If you know, you know;). No but seriously, this was another fantastic piece written by our very own @Yalu -- (( The Round Table, Deck 13, USS Excalibur-A )) Yogan barely had enough time to return to his seat before the holoprotector activated, encasing Vitor in what appeared to be an ornately decorated piece of crockery. Silveira: Thank you. Centuries ago there was a set of tales, called Arabian Nights. Let us say I found them… Inspiring… Hearing Sil’s voice from behind his concealment made Yogan even more excited about the performance. Earlier, Vitor had been insistent that a reveal was integral to his act, and wouldn’t even divulge to the Master of Ceremonies the finer details of what he planned to do on stage. Yogan recalled little about Earth history to fix The Arabian Nights into any familiar frame of reference, but the music began before he’d pondered many deep thoughts, and Yogan was immediately distracted by the performance playing out before him. Silveira: If you want to be with me / Baby there’s a price to pay / I am a genie in a bottle / You gotta rub me the right way Sil not only gyrated and moved his arms around his hips to the rhythm of the unfamiliar song, but he also attempted a rather ambitious-looking cartwheel during the chorus. Silveira: If you want to be with me / I can make your wish come through / You got to make a big impression / I have to like what you do. Another attempted cartwheel followed, and while Sil had the strength and the desire of a world-class gymnast, he lacked a quality that the industry insiders called, “Lick it and stick it.” Yogan could practically hear Sil’s ankle snap during the botched landing, and the Human tactician’s body landed on the stage with an equally grotesque thud a moment later. Yogan scanned the audience for any of the dozens of trained medical officers who served on the ship. Perhaps MacKenzie would get to demonstrate her surgical abilities after all. The music continued, and Yogan got up from his seat to help Sil off the stage and move things along from the unfortunate injury. However, Sil, true to form, cast off his high heeled shoes and stood, then continued the song with a pronounced limp and a sweaty forehead. Silveira: If you want to be with me / I can make your wish come through / Just come and set me free baby / And I’ll be with you / I am a genie in a bottle baby / Come, come, come on and let me out. When the music ended and the holoprojector deactivated, Yogan led the round of applause, encouraging the audience to reward not only Sil’s talent, but also his perseverance. Sil admirably limped off the stage under his own power, but made a beeline for the nearest available seat. Silveira: I know this sounds silly, but is there a Doctor in the Table? Any: response As Yogan took the stage to introduce the next act, he thought he might try another one of his prepared jokes. Yalu: Come now, Admiral, if a job’s worth doing, I thought you were a professional. This time, instead of a rimsot, a plaintive, solitary trumped made a whomp-whomp sound. Yalu: oO C’mon, one of these has got to land. Oo Our next act, straight from the factories of Lakonna, it’s the Amazing Talos! Talos took the stage in a flashy outfit that reflected starry specks of light back out into the audience, and an array of differently colored neck-ties draped over both of his outstretched arms. Dakora::To the crowd.:: I'm going to start the show, I promise! I just kind of couldn't decide which tie to go with! ::He walked to the edge of the stage and pointed at someone in the first row.:: You! Which one should I wear!? Any: response Dakora: Excellent choice. With a flourish he whipped all of the various ties off of his arms and discarded them off to the side of the stage, then theatrically unbuttoned and opened his blazer to reveal that the exact tie the person had chosen was already dangling loosely around his neck, hidden by the outerwear all along. He cinched it up in one smooth movement and launched into the rest of his act. The audience applauded excitedly at the mind-bending surprise. Several increasingly unlikely things were seemingly transformed into white doves during his next trick followed by his pulling of a half-dozen things out of an upturned top hat including a comm-badge, concealment phaser, and a Horga'hn which looked strikingly familiar to the one MacKenzie had painted with Yogan on Risa. In a pièce de résistance, Talos finally reached his entire arm up to the shoulder into the top hat, and pulled out a white rabbit. A couple of sleight of hand card tricks followed, before Talos rolled out a rather large wooden trunk and prepared for his finale. Dakora: And now! What I'm sure you've all been waiting for... I'm going to make myself disappear! He opened the trunk and tipped it toward the crowd so they could see there were no visible tricks and knocked on the wooden walls of the crate to demonstrate it's authenticity. With a flourish, he climbed into the crate and closed the lid on himself. A curtain rose in front of the crate for no more than a second or so then fell back to the floor. The lid popped open and Adriana Morgan appeared, wearing her own version of Talos' magician's suit. Yogan lept to his feet in rapturous applause as Talos appeared from the side of the stage, now wearing only a pair of boxer shorts covered in cartoonish red hearts. Yogan was delighted; the act told a story all its own! Dakora: Thank you! Good-night! (( OOC: I’m trimming the end of Talos’ sim that takes place at the bar, but don’t let that stop you from picking up those tags. )) As Talos helpfully cleared the stage of his props, Yogan took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. It was showtime, his big moment, his opportunity to show Keroga and all the others his acting chops. He disappeared into the character of Doris Hunt and stood at the center of the stage, his nunchucks swaying slowly back and forth from his belt. Yalu: ::somberly:: This piece is called Cloaked Lust II. Blackout. Yogan got into position at the back of the stage, holding a pose that could only be described as “Sensual Swan meets Wall Street Businessman.” Yalu: In the dream, I’m drowning, but I just don’t know it at first. Tell me, Colonel, do you ever hear water and imagine it’s going to be a lovely dream? Do ya? ::long beat:: Well?! He took several steps forward, as if challenging the audience to a fight. The spotlight followed every step of the way, and he placed a hand on his nunchucks to keep them from jangling their way out of their holster. Yalu: Everything, everyone sounds so differently when you’re cloaked, Colonel. One moment, it’s a wonderful night on the beach or a cruise in the moonlight, or a summer afternoon in a secret cove. But a moment after being fooled into expecting bonfires, or handsome captains, or treasures in the weedy shore, it becomes very clear that it’s all an illusion. Executing the blocking with Keroga’s precision, Yogan backed up and reached his hands to the floor. Not as nimble as his former host, Yogan wasn’t able to place his palms on the stage floor, but he got close enough. Yalu: I’m a rock, Colonel. He then moved into a flowing, side-by-side movement of the head and arms. Yalu: Now I’m a river, Colonel. Then he stood firmly in position, his arms outstretched. Yalu: Now I’m a tree. Do you see me, Colonel? Do you see the tree? Are you proud of the tree? Has the tree made you proud. ::weeps:: Oh, god. Colonel, please, please tell me you’re proud of the tree. Yogan reached to his belt and grabbed the nunchucks, then swung them flailingly about, using the wild and erratic movements to provide punctuation to the next several statements. Yalu: Don’t you see, Colonel? When you’re cloaked, you can be anything or anyone. You can hear things you’re not meant to hear, see things no one would want to show you. You can be everywhere and nowhere at once. It’s a liberating prison. ::growls and snarls:: I’m a pit bull now, Colonel! A frisky pitbull who chases after a frolicsome rabbit! Arf! Arf! Don’t you see what you’ve done to me, Colonel? I’ve been cloaked so long that I–– ::beat:: I–– ::beat:: Yogan dropped the nunchucks and rolled himself into a ball on the stagefloor. Yalu: I don’t even know who I am anymore! I’ve got the cloaked lust… Two! Blackout. A moment later, the lights came up slowly, and Yogan collected his nunchucks. Yalu: Thank you. Any: response Yogan left the stage and shrugged off the character of Secret Agent Doris Hunt. The performance was fun, but there was no doubt as to why this role had ruined Keroga's acting career. (( OOC: There’s still plenty of show! If you haven’t done a talent yet, it’s not too late! )) Tag / TBC Lieutenant Commander Yogan Yalu Strategic Operations Officer USS Excalibur NCC-41903-A Justin D238804DS0
  4. @Yalu has always been an exceptional writer but his work as Tina / Mary on the last couple of missions has been *chef's kiss*. What could have easily played for laughs has instead been a gripping character study with real menace and stakes behind it. Absolutely amazing read! ❤️
  5. What if the quadrant was crazy and I was sane Would it be so strange I can't believe that I am alone in theorising The things I'm theorising I am a part of science A Different Kind Of Love Song (Iljor's Remix) - Cher - 2001 (A Space Odyssey)
  6. *furiously blushes* Thank you so much for the kind words! I think I can speak for both Marie and I when we say we are so proud of the story that we are telling and are so glad that it's being so warmly recieved!
  7. I came here to post this as well! Phenomenally written by a phenomenal writer!
  8. In other words.... a normal Monday for the crew of the Resolution.
  9. Thank you so much for the recognition @Genkos Adea! @Meidra Sirin and I worked on this months ago and we've been eager to finally post it. I just also want to say that as far as collaborations go, this one was an absolute joy. Meidra, you are a fantastic scene partner and I cannot thank you enough for your input and your boundless energy! ❤️ xxx
  10. I see Ikea is alive and well (and infuriating) in 2398!
  11. Congratulations to every who won an award- and again, to everyone who was nominated for an award. You all set a wonderful example of excellence in simming!
  12. Congratulations not only to everyone who won an award, but to those that were nominated as well! You're all proof of the talent and determination of this fleet!
  13. I was just coming here to post this same post! It's easily one of the greatest posts I've read in my six years with the fleet. Just absolutely phenomenal!
  14. This from @Yalu: I tell you, when I read that, I scream-laughed!
  15. There really are no words to describe just how moving and beautifully written this piece is. @Genkos Adea is one of my favourite writers in this fleet and this is why! -- ((The Surface, Briar Patch Planet of the Skarn)) Gabbro observed the curious, elderly Romulan walk towards them. They’d heard some of the flow in the odd uniforms talk about the man as a “Romulan”. They assumed that this was the man’s flow’s name, in the same way Gabbro’s flow was called the Skarn. They could feel the elder’s mind feeling at peace, and in response, they dropped all the rocks from their lightball form in preparation to receive the newest member of their flow. Ferzdy: Let’s go, Gabbro. Gabbro: ~ Of course, Ferzdy. ~ They continued on together, Ferzdy seemed hesitant in some way, although Gabbro could tell they weren’t looking back. However, he volunteered his thoughts without the need for Gabbro to read them. Ferzdy: I wish I could help them get their ship back in the sky. Gabbro was silent for a moment, considering the desire. There might be a way for Ferzdy to help, to boost the Skarn’s natural abilities. They’d done it a few times before with a dying creature from the southern hemisphere, a great sandworm that devoured huge chunks of rock. When it was dying, they had brought much of its consciousness into the Skarn, or so the legend went. Gabbro knew of it, but had no idea if it would work. Gabbro: ~ You might be able to join us. It is a ritual that has been done in the past, I believe. ~ Ferzdy: Yes, I will, if you can show me how. Ferzdy set the survival kit down on the dusty ground. Gabbro opened their mind and flew into the body of Ferzdy. They combined into a single entity for a few moments, filled with joy and wonder. Gabbro could feel the physical sensations of having a body, of having fingers, of smell and of touch. It was curious, but not unpleasant. They weren’t sure if it was Gabbro or Ferzdy who smiled, but radiant pink-and-orange light shone out in all directions from the footprints where Ferzdy taken his last physical steps. Then, after a moment, the three separated - Ferzdy’s body disappeared, the matter transformed into energy, and now there were two Skarn. Gabbro and FerzBall. FerzBall: ~Let’s go home.~ Gabbro wished for a moment that they still had access to the Romulan’s body, and that they could smile one last time, such joy did they feel. Gabbro: ~ We are ~ Fin ----------------------- Gabbro a Skarn As simmed by Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD Second Officer & Chief Medical Officer USS Resolution G239502GS0
  16. Utterly stunning and captivating, this is the culmination of an incredibly well written and moving arc! -- (( Boarding Ramp, Deck 8, USS Resolution )) One hundred and eighty some-odd years, dozens of covert operations, decades of training and education, none of it could prepare the old man for the steps he was now about to take. It was nice of the Starfleet people to prepare him a pack with some supplies. Extra rations and thermal blankets were thoughtful, but somehow, Ferzdy didn’t think he’d need them. There were crews working like bees all around him, mostly Federation but a few Romulans as well. It seemed as though this ship would survive, lift off, and get back into space, perhaps with the assistance of the kindly group of Skarn who allowed Ferzdy to stay behind. A few had paused their work to see him off, which Ferzdy found most kind. He clutched the strap of the Starfleet kit and turned around to face the small farewell party. Ferzdy: I suppose I shall take my leave of you now. R’mor: response Ferzdy: Talar, principled and courageous leader. I know you will see these survivors to the end of their journey. R’mor: response Ferzdy: Thank you, my friend. Farewell. The old man took a few more steps toward the ramp. With his feet on the threshold of the inclined surface, he turned back around and addressed the aliens of the group. Ferzdy: You all, Humans, Vulcans, Bajorans. It is a shame that we did not realize how much we had in common until so recently. I would have been proud to call any of you my ally decades ago, if only I had known. Any Starfleet person: response (if desired) Ferzdy looked down at his hands, tangled within his twisted fingers was a textile record of this entire experience, a knot for each person, place, and thing he had encountered. He tied a final knot at the end, then slipped the entire piece of artwork off his hand, letting it fall to the deck by his feet. Ferzdy: So long, friends. As he descended the ramp, Ferzdy was never more certain that he was doing the right thing: to live amongst the Skarn for as long as he had left. Many of them had experienced turmoil and loss under their former leader; Ferzdy knew these experiences well. Perhaps there was something he could teach them, in exchange for their kind hospitality. At the end of the ramp, waiting for him, was Gabbro in their true form, unadorned by rocks. Ferzdy’s feet touched down on the uneven earth, and he continued walking without looking back. Ferzdy: Let’s go, Gabbro. Gabbro: ~response~ They continued on together, Ferzdy uncertain of the distance, as he had no knots to tie to keep track. Ferzdy: I wish I could help them get their ship back in the sky. Gabbro: ~response~ Ferzdy: Yes, I will, if you can show me how. Ferzdy set the survival kit down on the dusty ground. He knew he wouldn’t be needing it after all. He closed his eyes and let the energy surround him, the sensations of touch and sound and sight and thought combining, creating an awareness that was not dependent upon a corporeal form. He smiled, or rather, felt like smiling, and radiant pink-and-orange light shone out in all directions from the footprints where he’d taken his last physical steps. FerzBall: ~Let’s go home.~ Tag / TBC MSPNPC Ferdzy Romulan old timer / Skarn ball of light simmed by Lieutenant Yogan Yalu Helm Officer USS Resolution NCC-78145
  17. The writing talent on display here is on a whole other level. Beautifully written and emotionally affecting. @Meidra Sirin, you've really outdone yourself here! 😍 -- ((Meidra’s quarters, Deck Four, USS Resolution)) Meidra and Mya did not say much as they walked through the corridors to her office. The ship seemed quiet even with the people rushing around doing their tasks. Occasionally, the girl would hum one of the melodies Meidra recognized from Carolyn’s music file, but she didn't speak. Meidra remembered being a bit lost when her father disappeared, and wouldn’t push for conversation, but she’d make sure she stayed observant when the child wanted to talk. Thankfully, the door to her quarters slid open easily now that power was restored. Meidra let Mya walk in first and explore the room, watching the girl wander. Mya noticed two beds and gave Meidra a look of confusion. Mya: Do you have people stay in your room a lot? Meidra gave a soft smile as she sat down on her bed, patting a spot next to her. Sirin: No, I had a roommate, but she is off traveling for a while. So I’m alone. ::wishes Roc was on board for Mya to cuddle:: I’ll most likely be assigned someone in the future, but for now, my room is my own. ::picks up a stuffed Vulcan teddy bear off her pillow:: This is Geretaya, but you can call him Gerry if you’d like. Mya: He looks like my Verlyn. I slept with him every night before we came here. At Meidra’s confused look, the little girl smiled. Mya: He’s kind of like your Gerry, but with two rows of teeth. My mom bought him at a toy store just before we got on the Hanno. ::strokes the toy’s fur thoughtfully:: After we crashed, I guess I lost him. ::looks at Meidra:: Maybe my mom found him. She probably has him, I hope she doesn’t get mad that I lost him. Sirin: Mya, do you remember anything about the crash? Where were you when it happened? The little Kerelian held the bear close to her while she tried to remember. Everything had been normal until they got the warning that the ship was having trouble. Her mom had told her and Sam to stay in the cabin while she went to find out what was happening. Mya didn’t like the ship, it was taking them away from home and she was glad that it was having problems. Maybe they could go back home and forget this stupid tour Momma was going to do. She looked up at Meidra and tilted her head to the side as she thought about the crash landing. Part of her was happy that the ship didn’t survive the accident. Now Momma could just forget about this trip and things could go back to the way things were. But part of her was sad that people were hurt from the crash. Mya: I don’t remember. Sirin: Did you ask your mother why you were going with her? Were there no relatives you could have stayed with at home? Mya: No. Nobody. Dad is off working on a mine and doesn’t want us. ::yawns:: I want my mom, Meidra. Meidra sighed and got up to pull out her meditation mat. The girl watched as she spread it out and lit some light incense. She beckoned the child to her, and they sat down side by side on the mat. Sirin: When I am having a day where things are confusing, I find that it helps to meditate. If you want to try it, it will help you sleep as well. Are you willing to try? Mya: How do you do it? Meidra showed her the beginning pose and explained how to close her eyes to watch her thoughts swim around her mind. In beginning Vulcan meditation, one did not try to block these thoughts, merely to observe them. In this way, Vulcan children built up their memory. She explained this as they closed their eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of Vulcan spices. Sirin: When you have a memory, or a thought - don’t block yourself. Just say it out loud and give it a voice. Don’t force the memory. Just breathe in and out, and let your thoughts guide you. Mya took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was tired, but she wanted to remember. Mya: Momma didn’t come back. Sam told me to stay in the cabin, but I didn’t. I ran down the hall and there was smoke everywhere. People were shouting, and someone threw me into some kind of pod thing. When we crashed the door opened and I tried finding Momma. Sirin: And you found her? Mya closed her eyes and bit her lip trying to remember everything. Sam had tried following her but the door had gotten stuck and Mya hadn’t had the strength to open it. So she had to find her mother anyway. The screams of people grew louder in her head and she pushed the memories away. Grown ups were always loud when they got lost. ((Flashback, Hanno, the crash)) Mya opened her eyes and somehow was on the Hanno. She looked around and saw people shouting and running around. Suddenly there was a jolt that ran through the ship and they were falling, she just knew it. Someone threw her into an escape pod and slammed the door shut. The screams outside grew louder and the girl felt the impact as the ship crashed. She bumped her head as she fell, but in the enclosed space, did not hurt herself much. The door fell open and Mya crawled out over bodies that weren’t moving. She didn’t have time to worry about that because she had to find her mother. She crawled over people that she vaguely recognized. At one point someone grabbed her leg and she looked back to see a half burned face staring at her, trying to speak. Mya screamed and kicked the person in the face. They didn’t open their eyes and Mya kept going. Then - she finally saw her mother. Mya: She was leaning on a wall. She saw me and went to open up her arms and then just - fell? Then she was on the floor sleeping and bleeding. I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t open her eyes. She must have been tired. Then Sam was there and we were rushed out of the ship. I couldn’t go back to get Verlyn. ::pause as her eyes flew open:: My mom told me Verlyn would be my friend until I met new ones on the tour. Now I don’t have my friends at home, I don’t have Verlyn. My mom is taking a nap, and I don’t want to be here! ::voice rising:: Why did we have to leave our home and get on that stupid ship? She wasn’t moving, Meidra. She wasn’t moving and Sam pulled me away and she wasn’t breathing and she’s not going to wake up, is she? I wanted that ship to crash and now my momma is dead. Sirin: You are not to blame for this Mya. None of it is your fault. Your mother loved you very much and you loved her. I can hear it in your voice. ::holds Mya as she cries:: You’re not to blame, do you understand that? You and Sam are alive, and you both can honor your mother every day of your lives by remembering her. Mya: I don’t want to remember, Meidra! I want my mother! The little girl sobbed into Meidra’s arms, and the counselor started singing one of Carolyn’s songs softly. After a moment of shock, Mya joined in, and the small room was filled with a sweet Kerelian lullaby that had both of them falling asleep on the floor within minutes. End scene for Meidra Lt Meidra Sirin Counseling Officer USS Resolution R239707MS0
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