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    Artemis-cellaneous: Memorable whatevers from The Borderlands

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    Yellir: What about a bandage for your nose? That might help. If we find something else here we might be able to make it look like it's actually injured, too.

     

    Addison raised her fist.

     

    MacKenzie: We could actually break your nose. (beat) I’m kidding. …Partially.

     

    She wouldn’t assault the man … she’d order Silveira to do it.

    This whole exchange had me wheezing

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    Red Carpet Fashion Report - Awards Avatars for 2022

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    A garment of old Earth origin, Hallia was somewhat giddy to show off something that had been custom made just for an occasion like this. From an old friend who owed the Yelikan a favour, Moss Zoras, owner of the Bolian owned brand, Spill the Jeans. Despite them specializing in denim and setting a new wave of trends for Bolarus, she knew out of anyone, they would know how to pull off a particularly ancient garment such as this.

    A flowy gown, made from a delustered satin from earth and a sequin covered, tulle overlay. Spun from threads of silk from her home planet, she was excited to be showing off the craftsmanship of Yelik. From head to toe she was entirely decked out. Not to mention, the reds and pinks really seemed to compliment her skin and eyes, allowing the small pops of green to really catch the gaze of those she walked past.

     

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    Hallia Yellir: Seas of Consciousness

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    She could feel them — the alien thoughts worming their way into her mind. Every passing second felt like an eternity whizzing by, and gradually, she could feel her sense of self drifting. Being torn apart and worn down into nothing but concepts and ideas, and then eventually it was like there was little more than a vacuum to fill the space. 

     

    An image flashed and then vanished from sight. It was checkered flannel.

     

    She could feel it in her hand, the soft fibres brushing and then gliding against her skin. The gentle weave massaged the gaps between her fingers as she could feel her hand balling up the fabric. But everything else felt numb. The touch was so familiar to her, and her mind gravitated towards it. Until a muddy image filled her vision. 

     

    He was staring back at her. She recognized that form, pale skin, a long neck, but everything else seemed… strangely out of focus, but his mouth was moving, he was wearing that same checkered flannel. Ragged and torn, holes and missing buttons ran across the garment. Red and black tones overlapped and behind him, everything else melted together. Colours, images and sounds all bled into one another, ever so slowly forming the whole picture. Neon lights contrasted the dim backdrops, empty tables scattered around the pair as some kind of music seemed to practically suffocate the two. 

     

    The bass thrummed deeply into the woman’s chest as if it were thunder and her eyes darted around the seemingly empty room just to make sense of it all. 

     

    ‘This wasn’t where I was a second ago…’ 

     

    She watched as he mouthed the word “Mirrin” repeatedly.

     

    Even the woman’s own voice seemed alien to her. But that wasn’t simply a word, the meaning it carried, the ease of which she resonated with the phrase seemed almost otherworldly.

     

    ‘Is that my name?’

     

    But everything about this memory seemed so painfully familiar, as Mirrin read the man’s lips. It was like she could understand everything that was being said. But there was an itching feeling—  that she knew this wasn’t real.

     

    And there it was— that influence Mirrin could feel, taking root deeply into this thought, this moment and these feelings. There was a deep discomfort, like ice-cold water dripping down your shirt.  

     

    The image began to shift and distort, blurs and blank spots formed like little tears and imperfections in the image. Colours began to seep out of the world, and the echoes of the heavy bass grew softer and softer until there was nothing left. Suddenly, it all went dark— there was nothing but a void, nothing more than an absolute vacuum.

     

    Mirrin’s eyes cracked open, wincing at the artificial light filling this chamber made from stone. A hand pulled away from her face, she felt a release of pressure most notably around her nose and temple. A form with pointed ears and a slightly unkempt bowl cut unveiled itself as her eyes adjusted to the sudden intense lighting. The floor beneath her suddenly felt solid, and cold sensations on her bare legs, mixed with the warmth of heavy cloth was relieving.

     

    “Are you all right?” The man spoke. His voice was monotonous 

     

    The wave of exhaustion washed over Mirrin and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She didn't know where she was or who was in front of her. Words passed in one ear and out the other, nothing seemed to make sense.

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    Quotes: Excalibur-Eyyyyyyyy

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    MacKenzie: Blend in – do as they do, but don’t go over the top and get thrown in jail… ::eyeing Sirin:: I couldn’t bail you out this time, even if I wanted to

    Ok, but hear me out-- is it bad that I could see our crew participating in a prison break in a future mission???
     

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    Lt. Cmdr. Iefyr Farrel - This Time, For The Last Time

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    Ship went boom, BUT, kudos to @Genkos Adea for giving us not the blaze of glory we deserved, but the one we absolutely needed 😌✨

     

     

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    ((Bridge, Deck One, USS Resolution))

     

    Iefyr ran her short fingers through the tangled and ratty remains of what had started the day as a fairly messy bun. Why was it whenever she was the commanding bridge officer, it all went completely to crap? She was seriously starting to feel cursed.

     

    First of all, she wasn’t even supposed to be here - she was supposed to be in her office doing science and ignoring any contact with people; just the way she liked it. But noooooo, their acting captain had to send off a bunch of away teams and meet a visiting dignitary. And who did that leave to take on bridge duties? Old muggins here. 

     

    She sat at the helm, piloting the ship further and further away from Rinascita station and the cluster of escape pods that were drifting in the Resolution’s wake. Not that ships had wakes in space, but still. 

     

    She cursed herself for a fool, the Betazoid doctor and the entire crew. Why had she so nobly decided to stay behind to guide the ship out of range of the pods when she could just have easily ordered an ensign to do it?

     

    Certainly it wasn’t from a mistaken sense of pride or because she thought the Captain ought to go down with their ship. For a start she wasn’t the damned Captain, he was in an escape pod far off the back of the ship.

     

    It probably came down to what the First Officer had told her in her last evaluation; that she had real trouble delegating. To which she had snarkily replied that she couldn’t trust anyone else to do it properly. To which MacKenzie had arched one of those perfect eyebrows of hers and stated that was probably why she was only “Acting” Chief of Science. Ieyfr had bit back her tongue at that point; she had really wanted to point out that she hadn’t won a Zee-Magnees Prize for Acting Chemistry.

     

    But still, she hadn’t delegated and now she was going to die.

     

    Either from whatever it was that was generating frankly obscene levels of energy in the transporter room; it looked fit to burst, or from the impact when the Resolution crashed into that asteroid.

     

    She lowered the nose of the ship down towards the rocky planetoid - it was truly massive, well suited for a crash landing, if the ship hadn’t also been about to explode. The ship started to judder and shake and she was flung from her chair to the floor.

     

    For a long moment, all she could experience was two emotions. The first was a seething rage at everything she hadn’t done, that she hadn’t achieved. She was furious at the universe for letting her go out this way, and she beat a curled fist against the carpeted floor.

     

    As the asteroid grew bigger and bigger in the viewscreen, the second emotion started to take over; fear. She had no idea what to expect after the impact - she was a scientist not a theologian. She had no concept of life after death or even what that might entail. And so she was frightened. What if this is life is all there is? A sheer primal terror seized her in her final moments as the asteroid loomed ever closer.

     

    And after fear… 

     

    Oblivion.

     

     

    Fin

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    Lieutenant Commander Iefyr Farrel

    Acting Chief of Science

    USS Resolution


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    Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD

    Second Officer & Chief Medical Officer

    USS Resolution

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    (Lieutenant Ben Garcia) - MSPNPC Koteel Nk’htho - Deadly Web

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    Short, but very very sweet. It was an amazing read! @Ben Garcia

     

    (( A Romulan Republic colony. Time index: several years prior to current mission. ))

     

    Rain clawed at the slated rooftops. The dank smell of damp leaves mulched under the heavy thread of cold, treacherous boots that trod along the midnight pavement. At the corner of the street, a light – a dull yellow porch light - flickered against the howl of the wind. Across the way, a gate slammed monotonously against its latch. Somewhere, a dog snarled. Rain beaded and trickled off the stiff, polished leather boots as they continued on and scurried their way down a side alley.

     

    A voice. Then another. A handshake. A packet exchanged.

     

    Several stories above, Koteel drew a fine, powderless wisp of breath. Koteel’s eyes narrowed as the cranium of her target found itself framed within the deadly web of her crosshairs. In less than two beats of the heart, the target would be neutralised. The accomplice? Perhaps two steps – or three if he was lucky – before the silky thread of Koteel’s crosshairs ensnared him in the oblivion of death. Koteel’s wisp of breath waned into nothingness. Now, through the crosshairs, Koteel marvelled at the pooling blood that trickled around the slumped carcasses.

     

    The packet? A dud, planted by the Republic to flush out the Tal Shiar vermin known to scurry these streets in the afterhours. Koteel’s counterpart nimbled along the alley way, secured the packet and secreted it into the folds of a heavy raincoat. The hatted figure turned briefly and dead-eyed Koteel through the crosshairs.

     

    The deed was done.

     

    End.

     

    MSPNPC Koteel Nk’htho

    Ambassadorial Attaché to Tr'Kenda

    (Political/Diplomatic Security)

    Romulan Republic

     

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    Lieutenant Ben Garcia
    Second Officer/HCO
    Embassy Duronis II - USS Thor NCC-82607
    Author ID number: G239102MR0

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    Poll of the Week: Star Trek is...

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    Star Trek for me is probably the most influential thing in my life. Early in my lifetime and to this day, Star Trek has constantly reminded me that i have a voice despite my age and that voice is powerful enough to make a change, no matter how insignificant or un-intimidating i may seem. Watching normal people constantly go above and beyond the sums of their parts has always empowered me, be it a plasma leak or full on core breach. Their ability to pull through in a pinch has always just amazed me on so many levels, despite the flaws that hold them back.

     

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