Talia Ohnari

100% space granny loading in 5....4....3....

Seems he's heard those Ohnari rumors.

This should not be funny. This should not be funny.....

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.

Reason#...lost count of why I would follow @Kali Nicholotti to the gates of hell if needed. Also, @Karrod Niac YOU'RE WELCOME.

Dawwwww

Don't need to read farther. No. No he is not.

Well yes. What else could it be? Chucking at siblings...in this economy??

You ever get the impression that cats think of us as staff? Well apparently it's universal no matter the setting. Also, would take a phaser to the face for our lady Copurrnicus. ((Sam and Esmas apartment- Palais Bourbon District, Amity Outpost)) Sitting in front of a small mirror sitting on the desk, she repeated her morning mantra to herself. Copurrnicus: I am Professor Copurrnicus. I am the cutest kitten. I rule this roost. I. Am. Queen. S. Richards: It’s cute how you sit in front of that mirror every morning and meow at yourself. Copurrnicus held her head high as her owner picked her up and scratched under her chin. Copurrnicus: oOYes peasant. Scratch me like you mean it. Oo S. Richards: Aww, you’re such a sweet kitty. Let’s head to work shall we? Copurrnicus: oO I still don’t know what work means but if it’s that fun place with all the breakable glass and plants to munch on, lets go. Oo She waited patiently for the Mother Peasant to slip her collar on her, when she did she gave Sam her best big-eyed stare. S. Richards: Fine. I’ll carry you, but at some point you’re going to get too big for me to carry the whole way. Copurrnicus: Meow oO We will see about that Mother Peasant.Oo With a scoop, Sam was now holding her in her arms. That wasn’t where she preferred to be, so she climbed up onto Sam’s shoulder and eased herself into the hood of the jacket. Her own little cocoon to keep an eye on things behind Sam as they journeyed to work. ((Blue Line Train - Amity Outpost)) The kitten stayed in the hood on Sam’s jacket until they reached the train. Once they were settled in a seat Copurrnicus heard a familiar voice and perched herself back on Sam’s shoulder. Copurrnicus: oO Ah, yes. One of my other favorite peasants. Uncle Nathey-poo.Oo With all of her might she leapt from Sam’s shoulder and into Nathan's arms, nearly not making the jump. He made a strange sound but relented into pets and pats on top of the kitten's head. Copurrnicus: oO I am the image of speed and precision. Pet me more peasant. Oo The two people Copurrnicus looked at as her saviors were chatting about something called a warp core. Sounded like nonsense to her, but she was getting attention from the big guy with fumbling man hands. As soon as the attention started, it stopped. Copurrnicus: Meow ::waiting for attention and receiving none:: MEEOOW. Uncle-Poo let out a sigh, but did not continue with the pets. Copurrnicus reached down and gently patted the hand holding her. No reaction. It was time to up her tactics and get his attention. She lowered her head and gently bit the back of Nathan’s hand. N. Richards: Excuse you… S. Richards: Sorry… ::taking the kitten back in her arms:: She’s like me. I bite if I don’t get attention… Mother Peasant laughed as she gave the attention Copurrnicus wanted. ((Some time later- Science and Research Center, Amity Outpost)) Mother Peasant led the way into the lab. The kitten's favorite place. There was so much to jump and climb on and knock down and bite. She instantly spotted a particularly breakable glass beaker on the counter and vaulted herself to a nearby stool, using it as a stepping stone to the counter. Mom wasn’t watching, this was her opportunity to scootch the glass off the edge and listen to the delightful sound of it breaking apart. S. Richards: No ma’am. Off the counter, you know that. Copurrnicus: Meow oO My plan… Foiled once again. I’ll get that if it’s the last thing i do…Oo S. Richards: I think it’s time to ask Uncle Nathey-poo to make you a one of a kind cat tree. Something to keep you occupied when you come with me to the lab. ::booping her on the nose:: You are trouble. Y’know that? Another meow came from the kitten as she was set back down on the floor. Defeated, Copurrnicus curled up on the small bed that was made for her under the edge of the counter, right by her moms feet. She closed her eyes and had sweet dreams of climbing, jumping and biting the big guy. END Samantha Richards Civilian Science Liaison Amity Outpost A240103SR3 Special Guest: Lt. Cmdr Nathan Richards Uncle Nathey Poo Chief of Operations Amity Outpost A239905NR1