Talia Ohnari

I mean....? 👀

Well why DON'T we have spare Vulcans?!

Oh, is THAT all...? 😳

Oh you have no idea....

🦑

Why can't we?!?!

What a lovely person....🤢

Congratulations!! And welcome

Awkward flopping and all 🐟

The horror 😧

(( Main Deflector Control, USS Constitution-B )) So many repairs. An understandable occurrence when a starship returns to port with one of their warp nacelles missing. Or in this case half missing. The scars of the tri-cobalt device that broke the pylon and sent the nacelle spinning in space to be used as a flail was still being mended. Yet the damage extended beyond just the engines. Significant portions of the hull had been in need of repair, hull breaches had been the first to be fixed. There were power conduits around the ship that had to be replaced or repaired. And then there was the deflector dish. H: [ That did not work. ] P: [ We will have to try and realign the pathways again. ] The pair of newly integrated Bynar engineers both stood near the main console for the Deflector control, while an entire wall panel was removed beside it and resting neatly against the wall. The interior mechanisms, conduits and circuitry was on view for the pair. While a small Intrepid-class drone flew slow lazy circles a meter above their heads. H: [ Agreed. It is surprising that the deflector did not burn out entirely. It was not meant to be a weapon. ] P: [ And yet it can be in dire circumstances. Which would suggest the desperate nature of the conflict that the crew endured. ] The high pitched, garbled chatter that emanated from the pair while they conversed in their own binary-esque language filled the room. Hexa and Peta moved away from the console in unison, always keeping their relative positions to one another and each took a tool from the engineering kits laying open on the floor in front of the panel. Hexa held a hyperspanner to realign the pathways in the circuitry in front of them, while Peta held one of the newer T-600 Tricorders in hand and ran a scan to monitor the process. H: [ Quite. Did we not hear mention in Main Engineering that the damaged nacelle had been used with a tractor beam. ] P: [ As an improvised weapon? Yes. That is not a tactic that would have been expected. ] Hexa ran the device over a few centimeters of circuitry with Peta notifying him of the results as they went along. H: [ Interesting crew, one wonders if this is typical of starship crews in comparison to those on a static installation? ] P: [ Perhaps that would be something to research. Adjust the alignment by .012. Circuit two-one-eight will need to be replaced. ] Hexa retraced his steps after making an adjustment on the tool itself and then ran the device back over the section he’d just done. H: [ It is also odd to be seeing so many Romulans on board of late. ] P: [ Agreed, though I believe that those may just be some of the crew. ] Hexa turned to face their companion briefly. H: [ Elaborate please, what reason would the crew have to wear non-Starfleet uniforms? ] P: [ I believe they may be engaging in a holodeck activity. When we were examining the computer files upon resting in our quarters earlier I noted repetitive mentions of a Holodeck adventure that much of the senior staff participated in. ] Hexa resumed aligning the circuits and with a satisfied nod from Peta the pair returned to the console where they both began a system check on the relays and circuits. H: [ Ah, so you are suggesting that those we saw in dramatically different attire and appearance were merely doing so for leisure purposes? ] P: [ Yes. Though, the references were vague. I do not know precisely what ‘beat boxing’ is, perhaps some form of musical martial or athletic sport. And I have never heard of a Dragon before. ] The two exchanged brief glances as the readings on the system check was showing a marked improvement in efficiency in the relays now. Though there were at least four pathways that would need to be replaced. H: [ Did Lieutenant Fry at our last posting not also reference something called costume play? Also, I believe a Dragon is some sort of reptile. ] P: [ I believe he did. Perhaps it is something like that or merely a holodeck outing or both. Though I did also read that the musically martial lizard attempted to actually kill the crew trapped on the holodeck. Strange to want to do something like that again. ] The drone, a model of the USS Atlantis zipped back and forth in between the two Bynar then flew in a loop before resuming circles above their heads while the pair continued repairs on the newly replaced deflector dish. ===================== Lieutenants Hexadecimal (Zero One Zero Zero) & Petabyte (Zero One Zero One) Engineering Officers https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Hexa/Peta As simmed by 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

That's what I missed out on?! Dang.

They really should add this to the recruitment posters.... ☠

((Jona ch'Ranni's Quarters, Deck 20, USS Columbia)) :: Jona entered his quarters and sat heavily on his bunk. The hours he had been awake were starting to catch up to him. His apprehension at the counseling session with Lieutenant Commander Jolara had long since passed. It was probably healthy to get some of his issues out in the open. And the pleasant conversations with Mandak and Duyzer at the Look Outt had done a lot to lift his spirits.:: ch'Ranni: oO Guess it doesn't hurt to make new friends. Oo :: His antennae twitched as he thought back to the message that was still waiting for him on the control panel. His agitation wasn't the result of being contacted by his parents. It was from not being contacted for the last four years. Their deafening silence toward him had been a knife in his side the entirety of his time at the Academy. It was hard to forgive such passive aggressive behavior.:: ch'Ranni: Alright. Let's see what they want. :: Jona activated the communication subroutine on the panel and the console sprang to life. The stardate and origin point of the message splashed across the screen in the standard blue lettering. The familiar face of his shreva appeared on screen. Her slight smile softened the middle aged features of her face. Nota sh'Ranni: Chei ... my son, I hope this finds you well. :: Jona sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, waiting for the recording to play out. :: Nota: I know it has been a while since we've talked and I'm sorry about that. Please forgive me. We have received every one of your messages and I just want to say that I'm proud of you. :: She paused and moistened her throat with a sip of srjula tea that sat steaming in front of her.:: Nota: When I heard that you have received your first assignment I begged the others to join me in sending you a message. Jona ... it's going to take them a little more time. All of us were very hurt when you decided to join Starfleet. Right or wrong, we felt you were abandoning your heritage and our family's legacy of service on Andoria. Vorka, Spel and Mir all love you very much. Please be patient with them. They'll come around soon. ch'Ranni: oO How is wanting to explore the galaxy a rejection of my family? It isn't! I wanted more than a boring life on my home planet. They should have understood that. Oo :: Jona looked away angrily from the monitor and the recording paused its playback automatically. He was far more hurt at his parent's actions than even he realized. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he shifted his gaze back to the screen. :: Nota: Jojo ... please. Give us a chance to make it right. We were wrong to hold you back. I know that now. You can do so much more in Starfleet than you ever would be able to in the Andorian Guard. You're such a good pilot, just like your father. You know what? I shouldn't tell you this ... Vorka simply loves that you got assigned as a helm officer. He can't stop bragging about you. "My chei, the helmsman." he says to our shipmates all the time. They just shake their antennae at him when he does that. He begins nearly every conversation with that - "my chei, the helmsman." :: Nota smiled and took another sip of tea. She set it carefully back on the table and then looked back to the screen. :: Nota: Please keep sending us updates. We would love to hear how things are going. And don't tell Vorka I said anything. It's our little secret. Love you, Jojo. Talk again soon. :: Her image blinked off and left the screen a blank black as dark as space. Jona could see his reflection in the glass surface of the screen and could make out the tears that now streamed down his cheeks. He wiped them away and composed himself. :: ch'Ranni: Computer, begin recording subspace message. Recipient, Nota sh'Ranni aboard the Andorian Guard vessel Marvassi. Computer: Recording. ch'Ranni: My shreva, I received your message today. It was good to hear from you. This message may take a few days or more to reach you as we are pretty far out in the galactic arm in a region called the Sagittarius Reach. I'm adjusting well to life aboard the Columbia. Let me tell you what's been going on these first few weeks. The excitement started when we lost contact with the captain while he was away from the ship... -- Ensign Jona ch'Ranni Helm Officer USS Columbia (NCC-85279) C239510JC0

Congratulations to everyone!!! I am truly honored to write with such amazing people. I adore you all ❤

Congratulations everyone!!! So well deserved ❤

Party Time! 🎉

Tula: Prophets no! ::She shook her head in disgust.:: First of all, gross. Second, you aren't going to be making things "weird" for anyone in this state and third, and most importantly, you're sleeping on the couch!

Or not. How about not?

No way this is ending well....

Drunk Tyler does not need a sword...ever...

And after several drinks, "HEEEYY YOOOUUU!!!" will be acceptable.

Tyler: Squee on the inside, Bad A on the outside.

::Grabs popcorn for the impending drama::