Talia Ohnari

MEDICALLY INDUCED COMAS FOR ALL!!!

Talia is a cryptid. Confirmed.

Squee away my manly mushroom dragon!!

@Richard Matthews out there living his Moo Deng life

Hey man, that's Starfleet.

@Talina Laika would make a totally adorable ghost. But thankfully, the resuce was in time!!!

Awww goodest blueberry going straight for the feeeeeeelllllssss 😭❤️

HEEEY!!!! I resemble that remark.

Captain broke the fourth wall.....CAPTAIN BROKE THE FOURTH WALL!!!!!

@Ras El Heem showing his writing chops with grace and loss. A true testament to talented writers, joining during the chaos of Frontier Day, and the lasting consequences of loss, and mourning. I am so pleased to be writing along side him and see more of what he brings. Well done!! ((Makeshift Infirmary, Medical Facility, Deep Space 9)) Rows and rows of biobeds stood lined up like soldiers at attention, their stark white surfaces gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Scarcely a few lay empty but disheveled, representing the ghosts that once laid there. Nurses and doctors of various affiliations moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing in the sterile space, sharp against the backdrop of groans and somber silence. This section of Deep Space 9 had been cordoned off, a makeshift triage center, strained beyond its intended capacity to accommodate the wave of injured streaming in from the calamity at Deep Space 33. The flow of casualties was relentless, far surpassing what the station was designed to handle. Each moment counted. Each patient a life to be saved or that had already been saved and were taking up sought after space before they could secure transportation elsewhere. Yet, in this atmosphere of frenzied activity, Ras moved slowly. Deliberately, as if caught in a dream where time stretched and folded in on itself. His gaze was fixed on a bed at the far end of the room, where a familiar figure lay. As staff rushed past him, their faces a blur of concern and concentration, Ras turned his body to weave through the chaos, each turn of his shoulder feeling vital but detached. Each sidestep feeling like the delay of the inevitable. The world around him was a distant hum, the voices of colleagues and the beeping of monitors became a muted backdrop. He could hear his own blood rushing in his ears as a steady thrum of melancholy rising to drown out everything else. Closer now, he could see her. Not a picture of fragility but of resilience. Shadows flickered across her face as the overhead lights ebbed in time with his racing pulse. Each beat resonated with a quiet desperation, urging him forward even as the weight of the situation pressed heavily upon his chest. He was moving, but time felt as if it had slowed to a crawl. It stretched the space between them into an eternity until it didn’t anymore. Until he stood at the foot of the bed. Her sleep was one of twilight, medically induced and not all that restful. Her leg was wrapped in a bandage with a pink hue near her upper thigh where the rest of it used to be. Dark circles marred the skin beneath her closed eyes, the rest of her face pale as the petals of a lily of the valley. She stirred and the sound of the sheets moving snapped Ras from his stupor. He knew this moment was coming, in fact he felt obligated to live the moment. To offer a consolation for his perfidy. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before slowly rising like a timelapse of two moons lifting into the night sky. When consciousness slipped back into place, she swallowed and stared right at the Kressari. Unspoken words stretched the quiet between them. Like the dimming of a distant star his presence cast a shadow where no promise had been made, yet the silence felt heavier for it. True to her character, she spoke with a nonchalance that seemed almost artful. Her words uttered easily as if the elephant in the room wasn’t sitting on her chest. Bobbart: Doc. You came to see the gimp show I take it? ::she chuckled raspily and then coughed.:: He titled his head sheepishly towards the ground but forced his gaze to meet hers, a juxtaposition of their soft brown iris and the sharp pupils that seemed to cut right through him. He raised his chin respectfully. El’Heem: I had to come see Cargo Bay A23’s knight in shining armor… The sentence trailed off and all too quickly it bled into the next. El’Heem: I...I…I tried to- She cleared her throat again and her face twisted as she rolled over to face the wall away from the doctor. Her crescent form curled under the sheets with her sole foot peeking from underneath. He couldn’t see her face, but a silent sob racked her body as her back swelled and then trembled over and over again. She didn’t grace him with any noise. It was vulnerable enough for her to cry in his presence. El’Heem: He was a hero, you know? ::beat:: If it wasn’t for him…all of Ops would have been spaced. She had stopped moving altogether and there was a hush that fell over the two. After a while, she sniffed, rubbed her nose and cleared the tears from under her eyes. She turned to look at Ras over her shoulder without fully facing him. Bobbart: It’s just Alice now... I’m being honorably discharged and going back to earth. El’Heem: Alice… Ras nodded while staring at the ground. She turned back to face the wall. El’Heem: I’m sorry. The words tasted like chalk in his mouth. It wasn’t enough. There was yet another silence between them. Bobbart: Thank you Doc. It truly does mean a lot that you personally went back to recover his body. Ras placed a hand on an empty spot on the bed behind her. El’Heem: Get home safe Alice. She didn’t turn to see him off, just stared at the wall, her own body casting a shadow and creating a safe burrow to reside in. Ras walked off into the sea of doctors and nurses and beds and similar stories as this one. Other blips of loss. And even some of reunion and relief. Alice fell back into the rabbit hole, chasing her white rabbit. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Some time passed before she woke again. She moved into a sitting position with her pillow at the small of her back pulling her one leg up and resting her chin on her knee. As the cloudiness cleared from her vision, she saw a silver beaded necklace at the foot of the bed. A tear welled in her eyes as her hand slid down to pull the chain to her. Alice held it in front of her face and let it dangle. The tear slid down her cheek as the two dog tags of Alice Bobbart and Grayson “Jonesy” Jones clinked against one another. NT/END Ensign Ras El’Heem Junior Medical Officer USS Khitomer (NCC-62400) K240106RE3

@Nolen Hobartsaid it. We are all drinking and sleeping for a few weeks.

Mr. Quirkle-Birkle is a perfect gentleman.

Here we have a perfect example of why we do what we do. May we all be as brave as Mister Quirkle-Burkle ((Passageway R-3, Deck 6, Main Module, Deep Space 33)) Zenno and Torado were climbing up the turbo lift shaft to get to Ops, where it seemed that Starfleet was making a last stand. The Bolian had got a glancing blow from an energy weapon on the arm, but he was making do. It hurt tremendously. But the fact that his caustic blood was eating through Torado’s uniform and skin was even more bothersome, to him at least. She seemed to be not be too worried about it. But there was nothing for it at the moment anyway. They had to clear the area and get to Ops. Surprisingly, they had not seen any enemy activity on the way up. They had expected some kind of action and it was disquieting. Clearing out of the shaft at Deck 6, they made their way down to the next junction. Their comms were down. They could occasionally receive. But the transmitting functions weren’t working. He desperately wanted to get a current disposition of the enemy forces. It ate at him at there could be a tasty target of opportunity in the next passageway that Ops had on the sensors and he wouldn’t know. But as they say on Earth, c’est la vie. He had read that phrase somewhere, but couldn’t recall the exact context. No matter. Torado interrupted his musings as they climbed. Torado: ::whispering:: How’s the shoulder? Zenno: ::whispering:: It moves. How is your face? Torado: ::whispered:: Not tingling as much anymore. Zenno: ::whispering:: Excellent, the tides are with us. He knew there would be discoloration on her face and hands at least. Perhaps analogous to a sunburn. It would heal, but he was upset at having caused it. They had arrived at the next junction. Torado looked for the controls. And this one was actually a manual access panel. It had a hand crank. How quaint. Perhaps they could send a message to Ops with a carrier pigeon next. She did her work and Zenno kept watch. Any enemies would be invited to get drowned upon presenting themselves, but none appeared. He looked behind and Torado was cranking the handle and it made a sound like the wailing of an angry Caitian. Perhaps an angry Caitian in a heat cycle. Zenno had heard such at the Academy a few times and it was reminiscent. And the doors opened so very slowly. Torado: ::cranking, frustrated:: If this was an actual emergency we’d be dead. Zenno: I am not such a naysayer. I have great faith in us! He wasn’t sure she appreciated his enthusiasm, but it was genuine, for whatever that was worth. But then he perceived a sound where there should have not been one.Alert, he froze and attempted to determine the location. He could tell that Torado had noticed it too. Torado: You hear that, too, sir? Zenno nodded his reply, still trying to discern what it was. An enemy? A friend? Something else? It was coming from behind the hatch to their left. Using hand signs, he indicated where it was and signaled a left/right approach. The sounds from the space beyond struck Zenno as plaintive, but he wasn’t sure. Giving the go signal, he and Torado made a dynamic entry into the space only to find a diminutive girl, sitting on the floor and crying. He wasn’t sure, but perhaps she was a Denobulan, certainly not in her adulthood. And she was most distraught, hugging a stuffed animal. Evaluating the situation, clearing the space was the priority, which was done. Nothing being found, Zenno put down his weapons and got down on his knees to the girl’s height. Gesturing to Torado, she kept a look out, but was still close by. Zenno: ::softly, with kindness:: What’s this now? How did you get here? ::Wiping tears, but careful not get any blood on her:: Girl: My… my.. ::sniffs:: my Mother owns a store. She didn’t want to leave. Zenno looked about and Torado did the same but there was no one else here. Zenno: Where is Mother now? Girl: She told me to wait here. She said she would come back for me. He felt a pain right behind his left eye. It was safe to assume she wasn’t coming back. But now wasn’t the time to adjudicate that issue. They had to get to Ops. But more importantly, here was a Federation Citizen… a youth. What was the Starfleet for if not to protect ones such as this? He wondered if Torado would object. Zenno: We…. We have instructions. We’re going to get you somewhere safer than here. He looked up at Torado and she had an expression that Zenno couldn’t quite classify. Torado: Responses? Zenno: ::To Torado:: It’s fine. ::To the Girl:: Are you hurt? Can you climb? We have to go up the turbo lift shaft. Girl: Where is my Mother? Torado: Responses? Zenno: Right. ::softly:: But you should come with us now. We can handle all the other things later. Would that be OK? Hold onto my arm. ::offers:: His arm complained in the most urgent manner that he wasn’t at full power, but he paid it no mind. The flesh obeyed. Girl: It’s scary out there. Zenno: You are in luck, young one. You happen to be with the two most scariest of all. ::Looking at the 1LT:: Isn’t that right? Torado: Responses? Zenno: And what’s your name? Girl: Sabira. And ::holds up stuffed animal:: Mister Quirkle-Burkle. Zenno: Well I think the team of Zenno ::points to self::, Torado ::points::, Sabira, and Mister Quirkle-Burkle will be unstoppable. TAG/TBC LT Zenno Security Chief USS Khitomer A240006Z13

I fail to see how Fish Sticks would be helping you at this juncture, but hey, you do you.

D'aww Ensign's first invasion...You're doing great @Richard Matthews!!!

Wait...you don't? Awkward....😬

Everyone who spent a week at lawschool has been dying to use this line.