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Korras

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  • Birthday 08/20/1983

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  1. Pretty much! 'Ain't nobody got time for that'.
  2. I present to you: an excellent naration of how Saschenka is dealing with being assimilated. ((USS Narendra, deck 1, Main Bridge)) Sasch wondered if this was what it felt like to die. Was dying being lulled to complacency by some nearly perfect song sung peacefully not just in your head, but throughout your whole body. It was a song she could feel as much as she could hear. Collective voice: Give in Sasch. The voice sang to her. Collective voice: You’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel whole and complete. You’ll never be alone. Remember that time you took your dad’s yacht out by yourself? You were old enough to know what to do in calm weather, but when you realized you were alone, you panicked. You will never be alone again. We will always be there for you. Kreshkova: ::Even while her skin took on an ashen hue:: Can’t….give….in… Sasch watched as Tito nearly fell near her. Now, the song changed. She could feel its lust for others. It wanted her to reach out and assimilate her friend. She pressed her eyes closed, so that she couldn’t even see Tito, so even if what was growing inside her got the upper hand, she couldn’t see to do its bidding. Kreshkova: Help … me … Tito. I don’t … want to … give in. Tito: Sacsh… Taybrim: Hold on a little bit, Ensign. I’m working on something. Kreshkova: Trying … so … hard. But Sasch’s eyes flashed open against her will. They were full of fire, but quickly softened as she - at least for the moment refused to give in and gained a slight advantage in their fight. Korras: mu'qaD! All forcefields have failed. Engineering is on it, but we are venting air. Taybrim: Keep us steady, keep us hidden in the debris. The Enterprise hasn’t seen us… yet. Tito: Keep fighting it, Lieutenant Kreshkova. Every ounce of her will wanted to fight, needed to fight. And while the cascade of this Borg nano virus or whatever it was hadn’t yet overpowered her, she could feel it growing inside her. She could also feel the part of her that made her who she was was waning. Once again, she said… Kreshkova: Help … So hard … hard to … fight. Taybrim: Can you administer that to Kreshkova – Doctor Foster confirmed it slows the progress. Tito nodded, taking the hypo in his hand. Tito: Consider it done Commodore This time, Sasch couldn’t even speak with her lips, but her eyes pleaded with her friend. Korras: ? Taybrim: Sickbay’s working on getting someone up here. We still have a job to do. Tito: I will apologise later Lieutenant. Sasch felt herself being roughly pulled up from the floor. The song told her to lash out. It grew to a harried pace - almost a chant - Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate. Assimilate. Louder and louder it grew in her head, but once the typospray found its prey - her neck - the song softened and lost much of its intensity. Once again, she could fight. Kreshkova: Zhank … you. … was all she could say. She once again was given the will to fight and a modicum of ability to fight that song that wanted to either lull her into complacency or to lash out and infect others. Korras: ? Taybrim: All the more reason we need to take out the flagship. It was at the epicenter of everything when the invasion first began, there’s a good chance that there’s some sort of hive function or relay point onboard the Enterprise. Tito: Please tell me that helped Lieutenant, we need you. You don’t want to rely on my piloting skills. Sasch simply stood there at Tito’s request. There was an intense internal battle going on within the young officer. Everything that was her - that was Sasch wanted to conquer this desire and end this battle. The problem was that two battles were raging - the one for her soul and the one for her ship. Kreshkova: I … can’t … Tito. Want … Want to. Korras:? Tito: We need another shot at the Enterprise, but we have to make sure our systems aren’t infected. As Tito guided her to the infected console, her hands flew up to her head. The song reached a frenzied pitch, and the young officer with green hair screamed as the voices tried to push through the advantage that the medication gave her. Her eyes were filled with a strange combination of fear and fire. Taybrim/Korras: ? But something in the scream drove back the voices. She had a moment of lucidity, and she slipped into the chair at her console, but as her fingers came in contact with the infected console, the voices surged back. She yanked her fingers away from the console as if she had set them in a pot of boiling water. Sasch closed her eyes trying to maintain the upper hand. She swiveled the chair around to face the others. Her face contorted into all sorts of expressions and shapes even as she fought each onslaught of the Borg nanoprobes that coursed through her system. Kreshkova: Infected. It was the only word she could get out. She hoped that they understood that it was the console that was infected. Kreshkova: Won’t … ::Sasch lost all ability to form words again, but one more gutteral scream once again gave her a slight bit of control over her abilities. Just enough to let her say.:: Console infected … won’t function. Tito: Lets take out one of its nacelles? Tito: Simple physics, we run a collision course and overpower our deflector, we just need to hit their weakest spot, one of the nacelles… I know its a crazy plan, kinda like my friend does it. But in a moment of mental clarity, Sasch had an idea. She turned back around to face the console and with everything that was in her, she did two things at once. First, she willingly gave into the nanites crying out for her soul. But as she did that, she reached out her hand and injected the console a second time. But this time, she cleared the console of the Borg virus, taking it into herself and at the same time, what little was left of Sasch reprogrammed the console to do exactly what Tito had requested. Kreshkova: ::With a loud guttural cry.:: Tito, done! But then she paid the price for trying to save the Narendra and trying to destroy the Enterprise. She stood, turned, and faced her comrades, now a full Borg. Taybrim/Korras: ? Kreshkova: Resistance is futile. Assimilate. Taybrim/Korras/Tito: ? Sasch lumbered toward the Commodore - a strange mixture of hatred and sorrow filled the young Borg’s eyes. Kreshkova: Resistance is futile. Taybrim/Korras/Tito: ?
  3. He has been very entertaining to write, challenging all the conceptions about Starfleet in the process.
  4. Thanks! He is a pain in the behind who is completely convinced he is the smartest person on the planet, and it's quite fun to see where this goes.
  5. I think this is what they call AI's halucinating.. I laughed so hard I had to include the reference in the post.
  6. I really like how the NPC's were displayed here, @Karen Stendhal, plus bonus song! -- ((The Mystical Realm of Eldoria)) Wethern: Ummm, Korras are you familiar with an old Earth mythical creature of a dragon? You know breathes fire, tends to eat adventurers. ::looking at the Dragon:: Nice dragon, friendly Dragon. Korras: I have read about them. An overgrown Krencha that spits fire. The red dragon stood there in a tense standoff, a colossal manifestation of Eldoria's raw power. Its scales, a fiery red hue, gleamed in the dim light of the cave, reflecting the heat and intensity within. Towering horns adorned its regal head, a testament to the strength and majesty that this mythical creature possessed. Wings, stretched wide and mighty, seemed poised for flight, though currently, they remained folded, emphasizing the dragon's imposing stature. The creature's eyes, a fierce and intelligent gaze, surveyed the surroundings with an air of ancient wisdom. As it snorted and growled, the cavern seemed to resonate with the very essence of Eldoria's mysticism, creating an atmosphere both fearsome and awe-inspiring. In the standoff, the red dragon exuded an aura of guardian-like authority, ready to defend its realm against any intruders. The cavern, bathed in the glow of the dragon's fiery presence, became a sacred space where the mythical and the tangible converged, creating a moment etched in the annals of Eldoria's folklore. Wethern: Do any of you know who brought this dragon? I'm pretty sure this cave had a no pets clause. Also anyone know how to get rid of it? Fizzlewick: Oh my enchanted gears and gizmos! Look at the magnificence of those scales, shimmering like a thousand tiny rainbows in the sunlight. The horns curling majestically, a crown fit for the mightiest of mythical creatures. This dragon, it's like a living, breathing treasure trove of wonder! Twigglenook: By the ancient oak trees! That creature is a marvel of Eldoria's mysticism. Look at the wings, the very essence of flight and freedom. The snorting and growling echo the tales of our ancestors. It's both fearsome and awe-inspiring, a guardian of the realms, perhaps. Gravestone: Well, I'll be a gnome's uncle! That dragon's got a presence that shakes the very stones of Eldoria. The scales, tough as the mightiest fortress, and those horns could pierce through the thickest armor. Eldoria's guardian indeed, with eyes that gleam with ancient wisdom. It's like witnessing a living legend right here in our mystical abode. Lemoncable: I think you’ll find he’s my pet. Korras: I am not surprised. Wethern: Korras you hold this beastie off and I'll look what help we have. ::Looking through the vials talking to himself:: Hmmm Love Potion Number 9, Instant Luck, Superstition, Ring of Fire. Oooo what is this. Fizzlewick: Feast your enchanted eyes upon my prized potions! Behold the Elixir of Luminosity, a brew that bathes the wielder in a radiant glow, lighting up even the darkest corners. And over here, the Sparkling Brew of Levity, a potion that grants the drinker the agility of a mischievous sprite, dancing through the air with whimsical grace. Twigglenook: These potions, crafted by the ancient wisdom of Eldoria's forests, are my companions in the mystic dance of battle. The Whispering Wind Elixir, when sipped, renders me as elusive as a zephyr, and the Thunderstrike Draught channels the very storms of Eldoria into my weapon, crackling with electric might. Gravestone: These weapons of mine ain't just pieces of metal, they're imbued with the soul of Eldoria itself! This here Hammer of Resonance, when swung, echoes with the very heartbeat of our realm, striking fear into the hearts of foes. And my trusty Shield of Twilight, woven with the essence of the setting sun, grants me unparalleled defense against the darkest of adversaries. In the hands of Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone, these potions and weapons weave a tapestry of magical prowess, each sip and swing a harmonious symphony in the grand saga of Eldoria. Korras: I think the dragon is the least of our problems. Lemoncable: Well, you aren’t the only ones with a few tricks up your sleeves. Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone witnessed the sorcerer's move as he cast a spell, summoning thick vines from the cave's floor and walls. As Zalagon roared, advancing menacingly, the vines started to slither toward the adventurers. The trio's response echoed in question marks, uncertain of the impending danger posed by both the magical vines and the approaching dragon. Fizzlewick's eyes widened with a mix of fascination and trepidation as he observed the sorcerer's magical incantation. The summoned vines twisted and coiled, a spectacle of enchantment that ignited Fizzlewick's curiosity. Yet, an undercurrent of concern bubbled within him, unsure of the impending danger that lurked with each undulating movement of the vines. Twigglenook's brows furrowed in thoughtful contemplation, his keen eyes analyzing the unfolding magic. The vines, conjured with a mysterious force, sent shivers down Twigglenook's spine. He sensed the imminent challenge, a puzzle to be solved in the dance between magic and reality, leaving him both intrigued and wary. Gravestone, ever stoic, observed the sorcerer's spell with a watchful gaze. The vines, thick and sinuous, bore an air of ominous intent. Gravestone's grip tightened on his mystical weapon, ready for whatever adversities the magical display might unleash. A sense of determination flickered in his eyes, knowing that Eldoria's fate hung in the balance of their reactions to this arcane spectacle. Fizzlewick: ::Eyes wide with excitement:: Well, blow me down with enchanted breezes! Did you see the finesse in that spell? Those vines are practically pirouetting! But, erm, lads, do you reckon this is a friendly forest dance, or are we about to be twirled into a knot of trouble? Twigglenook: ::Brows furrowed in contemplation:: Intriguing, indeed. The sorcerer's mastery over the natural elements is unparalleled. Yet, my friends, there's an unsettling whisper in the wind. These vines, they may be serenading us into a trap. What say you? Time to unsheathe our mystical wits? Gravestone: ::Stoic, gripping his weapon:: Ain't no song and dance I signed up for. Them vines look mighty ominous, like a nest of enchanted serpents. Hold tight, mates. I reckon we're in for a wild ride. ::Nods towards the advancing vines:: Ready yourselves, and let's show Eldoria we ain't ones to be tangled easily. Korras: I have had enough of this. DabuQlu'DI' yISuv. ((OOC: When threatened, fight)) Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone witnessed a surprising turn of events when the Klingon, to their utter amazement, diverted his attention away from the dragon. Corey, the valiant healer, unsheathed his sword and skillfully kept the dragon at bay with precise swipes, gradually weakening the creature as the sorcerer struggled with a change in its power. Korras, with a swift and unexpected move, retrieved three throwing knives from his belt and hurled two of them with impeccable accuracy at the sorcerer's shoulders. The knives hit their mark, causing the holographic figure to collapse to the ground. Lemoncable, the sorcerer, felt a momentary disruption in his photonic form. As the sorcerer looked up at the Klingon, the expression of shock still etched on his diabolical face, the trio of witnesses couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected twist in the unfolding magical drama. Korras: ::holding the third knife, aimed directly at the sorcerers chest:: Now, either end this ::motioning to the dragon with his other hand::, or be ended. Lemoncable: Typical Klingon. Always ruining the fun! Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone observed as the dragon shifted its attention back to the cave, intermittently flickering within and outside of the simulation. In response, Corey, with a determined stance, directed the tip of his weapon toward the sorcerer. Wethern: Looks like you are outgunned, well out knifed, slash sword. Pardon the gun. Fizzlewick: ::Scratching his head:: Well, I reckon we've found ourselves in a bit of a magical melee, haven't we? Outgunned, outknifed, and the poor dragon's stuck in the middle. What's our enchanted strategy, mates? Twigglenook: ::Rubbing his chin:: Aye, outmatched in the arms department, but there's always a trick or two up Eldoria's sleeves. Perhaps a sprinkle of fairy dust or a whispered charm could tip the scales in our favor. What say you, Gravestone? Gravestone: ::Gripping his weapon:: No doubt, we're in a bit of a pickle. But I've faced tougher challenges in the enchanted woods. We may be outknifed, but our resolve is unyielding. Let's stand our ground, mates, and show 'em the might of Eldoria! Korras: If he could have stopped the knives, he would have done so already. The safety protocols work either for all, or for none. And they do not protect the holograms themselves. Wethern: So that means if we take whatever the hell this is out here then it's done for. Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone observed as Corey cautiously advanced, strategically avoiding the swords' line of sight. Lemoncable, on the other hand, cast a glance at the dragon and the vines. Both appeared to be experiencing glitches, with flames flickering. His reaction was one of nonchalance, rolling his eyes at the seemingly erratic display of magic. Lemoncable: Fine. You win this round, Starfleet. But I’ll be back when you least expect it. Fizzlewick: ::Chuckles nervously:: Well, that sorcerer fella may be bowing out for now, but I can't help but wonder if he's got a trick or two up his holographic sleeve. What do you reckon, Twigglenook? Twigglenook: ::Rubbing his chin:: Indeed, Fizzlewick. There's an air of mischief in his parting words. Perhaps there's more to this sorcerer's tale than meets the enchanted eye. Gravestone, your thoughts? Gravestone: ::Squinting:: Can't trust a sorcerer's words as far as you can throw an enchanted boulder. But mark my words, we best stay vigilant. A hologram with a vendetta ain't something to be taken lightly. Korras: What are you? And what are you doing in this holodeck? Lemoncable: Ha! Wouldn’t you like to know? Fizzlewick, Twigglenook, and Gravestone witnessed as the sorcerer vanished in a puff of smoke. Corey, responding to this magical disappearance, sheathed his sword. A slight glitch ensued, followed by the reappearance of the holodeck arch. Wethern: I'm not sure what any of that just was however we need to get out of here and speak to engineering. Fizzlewick: ::Wide-eyed:: Well, that was a whirlwind of enchanted madness! Any idea what just transpired, mates? Twigglenook: ::Pondering:: Eldoria's mystic dance has taken an unexpected turn. I'm as puzzled as a pixie in a labyrinth. Wethern mentioned heading to engineering. Thoughts? Gravestone: ::Frowning:: Don't like mysteries much, especially when they mess with our enchanted realm. What's the plan, then? Off to seek counsel from the wizards of machinery? Fizzlewick: ::Nodding:: Aye, let's unravel this tapestry of confusion. May Eldoria guide our way through these peculiar twists and turns. They move purposefully towards the exit of the cave. A rock song started to play at the end of this magical story... ((OOC based on Queen's Ogre Battle)) (Verse 1) In the realm of Eldoria, where magic meets the light, A battle raged with fury, a clash in the mystical night. Lemoncable's holograms, dancing in the air, Red Dragon and gargoyles, a chaotic affair. (Pre-Chorus) But heroes emerged from history's page, Korras and Wethern, strong and brave. In the heart of the battle, they stood tall, Fighting for Eldoria, they answered the call. (Chorus) Oh, the heroes of history, with swords in hand, Defenders of Eldoria, against the sorcerer's command. Through the glitches and flames, they never fall, Korras and Wethern, the saviors of all. (Verse 2) The sorcerer vanished, a puff of mystic smoke, Corey sheathed his sword, and the holograms broke. A glitch in the matrix, a momentary pause, In the holodeck's arch, the resolution draws. (Pre-Chorus) But heroes emerged from history's page, Korras and Wethern, strong and brave. In the heart of the battle, they stood tall, Fighting for Eldoria, they answered the call. (Chorus) Oh, the heroes of history, with swords in hand, Defenders of Eldoria, against the sorcerer's command. Through the glitches and flames, they never fall, Korras and Wethern, the saviors of all. (Bridge) Guitars wail like the dragons roar, In the realm of Eldoria, forevermore. Through holographic storms and glitches in the night, Korras and Wethern, they'll stand and fight. (Guitar Solo) (Verse 3) Now the battle's over, the heroes prevail, In Eldoria's tale, they set the sail. The echoes of their victory in the enchanted air, A rock anthem for heroes, a triumphant flare. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, heroes emerged from history's page, Korras and Wethern, strong and brave. In the heart of the battle, they stood tall, Fighting for Eldoria, they answered the call. (Chorus) Oh, the heroes of history, with swords in hand, Defenders of Eldoria, against the sorcerer's command. Through the glitches and flames, they never fall, Korras and Wethern, the saviors of all. (Outro) In the rock anthem of Eldoria's lore, Korras and Wethern, forevermore. A tale of magic, battles, and might, In the realm of heroes, where legends ignite. --- End of the story for Gravestone, Fizzlewick and Twigglenock --- Gravestone, Fizzlewick and Twigglenock The Eldoria three companions. Played by ‐-- Liutenant JG Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor Starbase 118 Ops
  7. thank you! She's a really nice character to write, even if it takes more time then a post usually would.
  8. So I started out with a sassy part-betazoid mission npc stowaway with a rough childhood who wanted to do some mischief and then have fun on the beach, but ended up overwhelmed with what everyone around her was feeling and through that found someone who really cared for her. I never expected this would be the end result. She'll be sticking around for sure. She has been very fun to write!
  9. I had a lot of fun writing him, and I'll definitely get back to him later, too. :p
  10. thanks, definately glad to be here. so far, it's been quite a bit of fun.
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