Talia Ohnari

What did the pig ever do to you!??!

@Richard Matthews Oh hold on....

We do not deserve @Kali Nicholotti. Thankfully, she loves and provides for us anyways ❤️ ((Bridge, USS Ronin)) There were few things that made their way into the annuls of history as quickly and as efficiently as the appearances of those writing it. All of the greats were known for something; Picard had his baldness, Kirk had his impeccably groomed hair even in the midst of a fistfight, Janeway had her trademarked stance, Sisko had his 'eff around and find out' look, and Niac had his beard. And while each was far more than the appearances themselves, it was the appearances that stuck into the minds of those who would follow. Consequently, even when the minds would wander, that which comprised a being retained the physical imprints of events. In this particular case there had been trauma that had led to its unkemptness, care that had come from a momentary visitor that had left it soft and reminiscent of a field of flowers, and the sweet caress of a lover in the height of passion that left it just out of place enough for others to notice. Each event had forced growth in some way, and in some way, growth had its own way of forcing an edge on future events. Tendrils of smoke drifted through the atoms and molecules that had come together to form the tribble-like substance, permeating the slightly ombre threadlike growth on which the touch of his lover still lingered. The scent overpowered anything that was there prior despite the far more desired, and as the bridge erupted into chaos, that was soon mixed with the damp thickness of blood as it trickled down his face from up above. While well kept that morning, the brain jarring shockwave somehow reflected in how it sat on the captains face. Or perhaps that was just the way he scowled. Voices reverberated through the dark brown filliments, telling of something large out beyond the third ship that had somehow gotten away. More voices spoke to the shields taking a hit and the rear emitters being down. Even more confirmed the sister ship in one piece and still in formation. The mountain of hair moved, the voice of the one who wore it ringing out clearly, mostly because it did not have need to traverse the thickness of it but instead came from within. It was time to see what was beyond the largeness that resonated in the distance. Could they survive? Perhaps. If they did not, so many others like it would perish without even the chance to experience half of what it had. To return to the softness of the conditioning treatments, to feel the flow of real water in an otherwise sonic shower, or to feel the gentle touch of one who would become one with them again, all seemed so distant then. But all of that was well worth fighting for. The flow of blood seemed to become thick, caking up in the fibers and leaving behind a dark patch that changed the overall look. Perhaps it would be this new look that would go down in the history books as determination on the captain as he faced the incoming onslaught of lighter fighter craft inbound from whatever was out there, just beyond the sensors. It was something, but what was it? The beard, and the man who wore it, would soon find out. TBC -- Niac's Beard As simmed by: Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Intelligence Officer USS Khitomer R238605KN0

Anytime @Kali Nicholotti writes for the environment or ship, its gonna be a great time. ((Space)) The universe cared not for the battles nor the wars. It lent no backing to anything, save the discovery of its secrets and the use of its so-called rules regardless of the dark manner in which they were employed. The stars neither recorded history, nor integrated it into the making of the past, and as time inevitably marched forward, everything that was became a distant memory. To that end, the happenings in a little corner of the sector now referred to as the Alpha Isles was of little consequence to the universe as a whole. The shifting of matter and energy from one state to another was paid no mind as the seconds ticked by; a mere breath for the great void was an entire lifetime for any who sought refuge within the metallic skin of the great machines that traversed the stars. And yet, these moments stood as potential to change the path of history. At least for those souls who chose to participate. As a casual observer, the universe, the stars, and the Cimmerian Shade itself was not impacted. Tick. The ships prepared. Their occupants made ready in the only ways they knew how. Those known as healers prepared inoculations of arithrazine and hyronolin with the intent to distribute quickly as a way to protect against the perversion of Sencha Niac's once groundbreaking research. It did not harm the dark opacity of the night, but to a telepathic being with an enlarged midbrain, it would definitely wreck havoc. Tock. Like ants scurrying about, those with the experience and wherewithal climbed around and about the modern marvel the small creatures had built within the void. Through tunnels of their own making, on decks that kept the universe at bay outside of their small pockets of air, and in large gathering spaces, the beings erected ever more technology in attempts to prevent further perversion of Starfleet and Federation research by the enemy. What no one seemed to understand was that the battles were inconsequential. From the stars that bore them, to the stars they would return. Each short life would one day become no more than the elements baked in the eternal furnaces of the tiny points of light that looked on from afar. Tick. The trap was set. One ship drifted, playing dead, while the other lay in waiting. The enemy approached, ever arrogant and overly confident in their standing with the uncaring universe. They were better, in their minds, but in the end they were all just elements strung together by chance. And yet, they moved forward, entrapping themselves in the desire to kill those escaping. One bright supernova rendered one enemy bits of metal, a sacrifice to the great void. A second ship burned in space, the fires making it seem as if it were a messenger from the Terran hell, come to tell of the end of the world. Energy began building; a runaway train with a single destination back to those stars that looked on. The third ship that had come to join them backed off, retreating towards the border that prevented knowledge beyond, save for the tiny probes that had found their way through space and into the shell. While the ship remained outside, unwilling to fire its S-wave weapon because of how it would react with the cloak around the system center, scans within showed a massive superstructure. The beings that comprised the Lattice Alliance had built a listening post, as if the void cared what messages it could hear. Tock. Time stopped, as if the universe had any need nor knowledge of time. The ship with the overload of Sencha wave radiation finally had met its max and the waveforms burst it apart. If the first ship had exploded in a supernova, this one doubled that easily, sending out waves into the darkness around it. First, the S-waves, mostly unfelt save by the telepathic species. Those it impacted differently, depending on just how their brains were built. For everyone else, the shockwave that came after was enough to rattle brains. As the wave moved through the infinite, eventually diminishing, the universe continued on in its uncaring way. The war would come, and blood would spill, but absolution would never be found because the darkness simply did not care. TBC -- Space As simmed by: Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Intelligence Officer USS Khitomer R238605KN0

*hooks

The context doesn't make it any less awesome.

Congratulations and welcome!!! 🥳

Relationship goals? Obviously. ((Deck 13, Captain’s Quarters, USS Khitomer)) Ash's universe had become quite small. The entirety of the room dissolved into the darkness she'd created for herself in his embrace, allowing her a moment of reprieve from the overwhelm of all of it. While she couldn't exactly point out what was wrong with it all other than the fact that it was different, she could find her way to her safe place. Shayne: I am become plush, destroyer of sensory overload. Even with everything rushing through her mind, Ash couldn't help but smile. This was the captain of the Khitomer; strong and steadfast, but also soft and gentle. That, perhaps, was the greatest strength there could be, at least for her. Nuzzling deeper if it were possible, she mumbled something hushing. MacKenna: Shhh. No noise. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest she found herself falling into sync with the rhythm. Slowly she could feel her heart rate calming and her mind quieting ever so slightly. Shayne: Right, right. Pillows don’t speak. She felt an arm wrap around her drawing her in closer and in that she relaxed further. As if wrapped in a blanket she let her senses be submerged in the feel of his warmth, the sound of his heart, and his scent. Coupled with the feel of Anubis' fur and the cologne spritz the groomer had given him, she drowned the negative sensory inputs. And for a long moment, perhaps longer than would have otherwise been acceptable, they stood there. Ash whispered into his shoulder. MacKenna: I love you. His voice met her ears, a slight husky inflection but every bit as melodious as she'd come to love. Shayne: Captain’s Log, stardate… oblivion. It’s been twelve days since I was captured by an insatiable red-headed force of nature who appears to want me for my oxytocin producing capacities. Escape so far is impossible, not to mention the furthest thing on my mind. Still… food. I’ll need some eventually. Unfortunately, the only provisions to hand are some torn up scraps of carpet, and they’re not even seasoned… At which she couldn't help but giggle, turning her head so that she could look up at him while keeping her head on his shoulder. MacKenna: I guess you'll just have to take me with you, cause I'm not letting you go. With her focus on him, Ash slowly started putting herself back together, each piece interwoven with him. And in that, they became more than they were. ~ End Scene~

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That's our emotional support God of the dead. Now give him brushies and treatos.

Talia is 100% gonna sniff it out when she has "the talk" with @Zenno about what his future wife's family does for a living.

What are people doing to the furniture!?!?

Mirror universe name.

No. It is not. As long as I am breathing.

...-damentally insane. Yes. Yes we are. @Quentin Beck

@Karrod Niacmake arrangements, he is mine now. ♥️

Yeah imma keep him.

Hey look!! @Ezra Zerva and I are the same person!!!

Who put her on sanitation duty?!?!