Talia Ohnari

Give this man a medal, for tolerating me please 🙏

When life takes you away from your space family, with unclear return time, any sim would automatically be a relief and a welcome surprise. Emma took it twelve steps further and delivered this absolute banger of a return. Emma, we love you, we adore you, and look forward to incurring your IC wrath upon return. Glad to see Ayemet stuck it to those goopy weirdos! 🦾 ((Unknown Sheliak Facility)) How long had it been? She wasn’t sure. Certainty had not been a companion ever since arriving on the Sheliak facility, if that was where she was. She had been taken to a lab her protests and attempts at reasoning with her captors falling on deaf ears, and within minutes had given in to the sedative administered to her bruised body.She had awoken in a cell, her head shaved, and a series of small metal plates inserted in her skull. She remembered that terror at her discovery. The coldness of the metal beneath her shaking fingers, the shudder of fear at the realisation that her capture was only the beginning. But the Khitomer would rescue her. Connor and the others would swoop in just before anything truly bad happened to her. Poor Connor. He would be so worried, but he would do his duty, all the time struggling with his emotions. It was a strange kind of comfort that someone out there was missing her, and not just Connor but Captain Shayne and the others on board the Khitomer. It was almost a relief from the almost never ending cycle of being taken from her cell to the lab and back again. Day after day after day. The Khitomer hadn’t arrived yet but they would before it got too bad. They would. She had fought at first, denied them the pleasure of her going quietly, refused to answer their questions, although she had got the strangest feeling that the act of interrogating her had been something of a performance, a window dressing to some other purpose, but any physical efforts at resistance were met with equal force. Eventually the violence and whatever they were doing to her mind took its’ toll and she allowed herself to be taken, to be experimented on, to be endlessly questioned. The Khitomer didn’t arrive. No help came, and Ayemet began to think that either they had been destroyed or they thought she had been. Numbness took over. Ritual took over from procedure. Days blended into each other and Ayemet began to focus on the small previously unnoticed details of what had now become her life; the time the guards arrived, the route they took, how many other Sheliak they encountered on their short journey to the lab. and how the guards were treated by the scientists. It amused her that they were looked down on , that they were viewed as little more than slaves themselves. They weren’t coming. No one was coming. With repetition came familiarity, and with familiarity came in attention. It became obvious to Ayemet that the beatings, the experiments now served no purpose, or if they did had not realised the results that the scientists had wanted. Now it was merely patterns repeated with theiR growing frustration. They became sloppy. In such a hurry that they paid little attention to her. No one was coming. If she was to survive she had to do something herself. Two guards. One either side. Firearms on their right side. The guard on her left held his phaser in his right hand. She was in no physical condition to fight one let alone two guards, but if she could get his phaser; they passed what appeared to be some sort of shuttle bay three minutes into their journey from cell to lab. Routine. Day after day. The time came for another session in the lab. They walked silently down the corridor. Her legs hurt, every part of her hurt. Her mouth was dry with anticipation. They were nearing the shuttle bay. Her heart beat faster. She made her move, grabbing left guard’s arm and twisting it round to face the guard on her right. There was a loud whine as a phaser fired, heat searing the side of her face, and chaos erupted. The guard to her right hit the floor with a dull thud, an acrid smell of burning flesh filling the corridor. Ayemet paid no attention to him, all her strength all her determination was focused on her struggle with left guard. Connor. She wanted to see Connor, to see all her friends. To talk to her Mom. There was a loud clatter as left guard’s phaser fell from his grasp and onto the deck. There was the briefest of moments as he looked at the gun whilst Ayemet dived for it, grabbing it and turning round as she squeezed the trigger. The guard slumped to the floor and Ayemet stumbled as she tried to get up, her legs felt like lead as she ran to the shuttle bay doors. They opened. She was so close. SO close, and then she heard the familiar whine of a phaser and felt an excruciating pain in her left leg. It couldn’t end like this; Connor. She wanted to see him again. She was limping as phasers fired. The shuttle door was there; right there. Another blast hit her as she reached the door…. TBC Lieutenant Jacin Ayemet Ship Counselor USS Khitomer NCC 62400 A239810JA2

Good save!!! 🤣

HEY!!! That's not....You know what? Who cares. Let them talk. But I'm gonna make it real weird!!!!!

No can do sir, next shoreleave is Pasta Truck Two: Preparing Livers for pickling.

I am. I am SO SORRY. 😬

Guys....we're kidding ourselves if we don't speak of the real terror....

HEY! That....that's pretty accurate actually.

That's Tuesdays, sir.

Conway Kellyanne....is that you?!?! 🤨

Ok NGL I love me some cold peanut noodles.