Gogigobo Fairhug

This made me chuckle, from Ensign Z'Vahme. 😂

Love this from @Oddas Aria. So wholesome. 😊 ((Ijo House, Hathon, Bajor)) oO You fly a starship halfway across the galaxy, manage a city, and can rebuild most things with your bare hands - but you cannot remember there are different timezones. Oo It was dark on the street, very late at night or very early in the morning depending on your perspective, and she was considered turning away. The stone steps in front of her leading up half a flight to the front door were not well illuminated at this hour, but she knew them as well as or better than her childhood home. In fact, after a point, she spent more time here than she did the other several blocks over. From her vantage, she could look up and see the window that was Alea's, who's smiling expectant face she still expected to see peering down at her. Aria pulled out a PADD and was about to send a note, letting the Ijos know she had gone to the restaurant in the market which catered to early risers, when there was shuffling inside - just behind the large circular door. Aria returned the PADD to her jacket pocket, and adjusted her duffel, preparing for what was next. Ijo (Cada): Aria! The woman's high, sweet voice pierced the morning before the officer could react, and before she could fully prepare for the embraced that ensued. She was several centimeters shorter than her husband, but the ferocity of the gesture was unmatched - knocking Aria back several centimeters. Aria, not one for physical affection, found herself for the second time in two days, by the same family, feeling like she had come home. Oddas: Cada! I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late, I can come back later. Cada: And I can beat you with a stick. The woman laughed and took Aria by the hand, dragging her in through the door. The smell of food, cooking, wafted through. Aria never cooked, but Cada did - Alea did - and there was nothing that reminded the Bajoran of happiness and being home than being in a kitchen and cooking. Cada had told Alea to teach Aria to cook when things had looked like they were going to start a family, but, that had been cut short. oO Or you're just feeling nostalgic. Oo Aria dragged her bag through the doorway and was heading for the stairs when Cada spoke up again, motioning for the small table in the kitchen reserved for snacks, breakfasts, and gossip. Cada: Leave that there! Teevin can get it when he wakes up. Oddas: ::rolling her eyes:: He's retired now, you know. For that matter, so are you. Cada slid a plate of food in front of her - pastry, fruit, and some sausage - with coffee. Cada: What do you think housewives do when they retire? The older woman said it with a smirk, Aria for her part shook her head. Cada was anything but a simple 'housewife', and though Aria could never get quite a straight answer directly from her, the discreet inquiries she had made in the intelligence circles were always met with a bit of professional discretion. Oddas: ::snorting:: Is this real Columbian coffee? You really shouldn't have gone through the trouble. Cada, who had been moving about in the kitchen and gathering her own plate, stopped and gave the younger woman a playful look. Cada: Trouble? To find your favorite coffee and ship it in? ::chuckle:: Next, ask me about the Vulcan Spring Tea and the spicey plomeek soup. Aria had been about to cut the sausage in front of her, stopping to look at Cada sternly for as long as she could before shaking her head. Oddas: Subtle. Cada: Not give her the day off? The Ijos had met Stelek, of course they had, on Aria's previous visit home. Aria had introduced them as a 'friend' as much as because she was afraid to admit anything was happening, as she was to admit anything to Katya. If Aria was no good at being social, she was horrible at being a parent. Oddas: Stelek needed another day to finish up some work on the Eagle, she'll come down soon. It was true. It was also true that as the Commanding Officer, Aria could have pulled whatever rank she wanted to in order to move the Vulcan up in the rotation, but she was trying to be extra careful. Cada: Well, we have plenty of room for her, and I know Teevin was looking forward to seeing her. Aria looked on questioningly. Cada: I have no idea. Oddas: Whatever this ::pointing toward the meat:: is, more of it, please. She stuffed more into her mouth - Cada smiling all the while and piling more on her plate. Cada: Poli with Andorian northern spice. It's new. From upstairs, there was the muffled sound of a door opening and closing. Oddas: ::raising her fork in the general direction:: Katya? Cada: Teevin - he got in late from the station and, well, we're old. I wouldn't expect Katya up until noon. Aria took a deep breath, and a break from the plate of food in front of her. She leaned back and drank half a cup, screwing up the courage to ask what she needed to. Oddas: How is she? How's she getting along? Cada: ::smirking:: Let me fill up your cup. TBC Commodore Oddas Aria Commanding Officer Denali Station E239305OA0

Hilarious stuff from @Korras. For some context - wonderbots are small, furry robots, similar to furbies. 😂 ((Starbase 118 Ops – Commercial sector - Qo’nos district)) Another day, another day of preaching against the weakness of the Empire as it was, and against that false emperor on Qo'noS. They had dared to even name him Kahless. He was a clone, and nothing more. to Tu’var, it signified the depth to which the empire had fallen. They should be conquering this station, and not just place a city here. As he walked over to his regular spot, the monk of the Cult of Kahless was already loudly speaking his lines. Tu’var: The time for weakness is over! Take up your arms against the enemies of the empire! He had been arrested before for suggesting his flock attack the federation. So now, he was careful not to name them specifically, and instead refer to ‘enemies’. He knew his words resonated with the younger generation, who were tired of the weak state of the empire. Klingons were warriors, they should be fighting, and not resting on their laurels. There were plenty of targets, the region inhabited by the old Romulan empire was ripe for picking, for example. The sounds of mayhem started reaching him. He frowned. It was a mix of yells, children’s laughter, and electronic sounds. And then he saw it. Tribbles! Tu’var: ABOMINATION! ::pointing at a bright neon colored wonderbot:: THAT THING IS AN ABOMINATION TO EVERYTHING WE STAND FOR! KILL IT! He saw several Klingons take up blades, and start attacking the things. To him, all was as it should be: Klingons, fighting their enemies. Tu’var: The Dahar Master Koloth himself has decreed these creatures to be an abomination to be exterminated! And yet, here they are. Take up your arms, brothers and sisters, and let us do as he told. Mechanical or not, they are all abominations! There were a lot of the things, though. Dozens, probably hundreds, were on the loose. Clearly, not everyone was doing their part. He was about to yell more encouragement, but as he stuck his D’k Tahg into one of the electronic abominations, the sunlight went extremely bright for a moment, before plunging the whole sector into darkness. It only took Tu’var a moment to realize what was happening, as the lights in the city turned on. It was eerily silent for a moment, before he yelled. Tu’Var: The abominations are the heralds of darkness! Fight them, fight them all, before they truly usher in chenmoHMogh, the day of doom! As has been foretold, The enemy would appear, and bring with him great darkness. It is up to us to defeat them, or all will be lost! It helped. More and more Klingons took up their weapons. The streets turned into a battlefield, as the rage took over more and more of his kin. He just hoped they would be fast enough, killing their enemy, before worse would happen. Even if this was ‘Just’ a space station, the portents were true. ** Tu’Var Monk of the cult of Kahless ***** Ensign Korras Ops Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240010K12

What a sim title from @Kettick 😂👏🏻

Here's one to add to the Tamarian Dictionary courtesy of @Alora DeVeau - "DeVeau, her grip firm." 😂

Loving this intro sim for @Karen Stendhal 's latest villain. Looking forward to reading more! 😈 (( Miranda VII - Dodgy bar )) In the sultry underworld of Miranda VII, bathed in the flickering glow of neon lights, Zara Saan, a cunning Orion woman, prepared to embark on a dangerous mission for the Saan family. Miranda VII, once under the firm grip of the Saan's dominion, now danced to the tune of independent factions that scorned Saan authority, leaving the family frustrated and seeking retribution. Draped in an enticing disguise, Zara entered a dimly lit bar, the rhythmic beats of music weaving through the air. The stage beckoned, and Zara, with emerald-green skin that sparkled under the neon lights, transformed herself into a pole dancer. Her mission: to eliminate Jaxon Marik, a key figure in the independent factions that now controlled Miranda VII. As Zara's mesmerizing dance unfolded, a dialogue of suspense unfolded in the shadows. Zara: Tonight, Marik's reign ends. She whispered to herself. The patrons, unaware of Zara's true intent, watched in captivation. The tension thickened as Zara swirled around the pole, her eyes locking onto Marik. Marik: Enjoying the show, Saan? He said, smirking at her. Zara: Just getting started. She smiled. The stage was set for the deadly encounter, but just as Zara prepared to make her move, a mysterious voice interrupted. Voice: Zara Saan, a dance to remember. Zara turned, dagger concealed, to find a cloaked figure in the shadows, the glint of disruptor catching her eye. Cloaked Figure: Killing Marik won't bring back what you've lost. Zara: I'm not here for your counsel. Stay out of my way. Cloaked Figure: There are alternatives, Saan. A path that doesn't lead to more bloodshed. He said intrigued. Zara: (snarling) Bloodshed is the Saan way. The tension in the air reached its zenith, but just as the confrontation seemed inevitable, the bar door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a new player. Unknown Figure: Zara Saan! Starfleet's on the way. We've got to move! Zara's eyes widened. She had no intention of tangling with Starfleet. The Orion woman had to think quickly. Zara: Change of plans. We're leaving. Marik and the cloaked figure exchanged confused glances as Zara swiftly disengaged from her dance, leaving the stage and making her way toward the exit. Marik: You think you can escape, Saan? He shouted. Zara: Watch me. She said disappearing with a smirk. As chaos erupted in the bar, Zara, the unknown figure, and the cloaked stranger disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unfinished business. Zara Saan slipped away into the cosmic unknown, her fate entwined with the shadows that concealed her family's legacy. -- Zara Saan - Member of the criminal Saan Family from Orion. as simmed by ================================= Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal Counselor SB 118 ID: C239604KS0 =================================

Congrats @Indrid Yirah and welcome to the fleet!

Haha! I am tickled pink that Gogi-Wan Kenobi got an honourable mention! Thanks to @Karen Stendhal for the fantastic image. 😊 And of course - congratulations to the worthy winners of the contest! 🥳

Vocab is important, but Tongo is importanter! 🤪

@Karen Stendhal, nobody, that's who! 🤣

@Araxxu Vahin I see what you did there. Very Halloween-y! 🎃

What a perfect summation from @Vitor S. Silveira. 😂👌🏻

Loving this scene from @Ksivi-Sava and @Corey Wethern. So much fun! ((Maintenance Airlock 17 - Starbase 118)) A tinge of nervousness crept in on Ksivi-Sava as the EVA suit sealed itself with an audible hiss. Not that he had reason to assume anything might be wrong with his suit—or Corey’s, for that matter. Those were likely meticulously maintained and perfectly safe. There wasn’t anything terribly unsettling about the idea of stepping out into the near-perfect vacuum of interstellar space, either. In fact, Ksivi-Sava appreciated any opportunity to experience free fall—if only in scientific terms, as the magnetic boots would reliably prevent anything remotely resembling a layperson’s conception of a “fall”. The everyday experiences of a Starfleet officer, pilot or not, were virtually sanitized by artificial gravity and inertial dampeners. Opportunities to bodily experience classical physics in all their beauty were rare, and usually limited the EVA training. But this was no EVA training, and therein lay the gist of Ksivi-Sava’s flurry. It was the sheer audacity of their project that worried him. Sure, the slim chance of getting caught doing something moderately unwise (and having lied about it) was unsettling enough. Yet, that wasn’t the worst thing. What Ksivi-Sava found himself most seriously brooding over was the notion that he might be losing his focus on the essential. Losing himself in frivolous petty indulgences with no regard for their net utility… and possibly enjoying it. Wethern: Ksivi-Sava can you hear me? comm check. Ksivi-Sava: Reading you loud and clear. I suppose this would be our last chance to reconsider. Corey dismissed the concern with a vivid wave of his hand before he picked up their case of decidedly non-regulation equipment. Wethern: Relax this is a rite of passage and if anyone asks I've logged this as part of our EVA hours competency. While no serious reconsideration had been expected, Ksivi-Sava still raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. It wasn’t readily apparent to him why viewing this as a juvenile rite of passage would be preferable to viewing it as a juvenile petty indulgence. Then again, his contact with human cultural sensibilities had been as high-intensity as it had been brief, so there were still plenty of blind spots left to uncover. Well, as far as Ksivi-Sava was concerned, leaving it at a petty indulgence and the mildest suggestion of a shrug was perfectly fine for now. When Corey opened the outer bulkheads, the view certainly reimbursed Ksivi-Sava for suffering through that minor intercultural headache. Barely noticeably did the hull of Starbase 118 curve away from them in the distance, reflecting the pitch-blackness of interstellar space as if physically soaked in it. Rhythmic flashes of navigation lights broke up the darkness over a timidly gleaming artificial horizon. Out here, light years from the nearest sun, it took a keen eye to reveal the faint hulls of all the different craft and starships between their blinking beacons, glowing engines and sprinklings of windows. Ksivi-Sava’s steps along the metallic ground were weightless and inert. A lack of external forces, not contaminated by the flurry of sensory stimuli that humanoid bodies had evolved to suffer through and make sense of. Very much an artificial environment, and yet so close to the being the most natural of them all; a visceral experience of raw nature that not even the sound of their breaths and the clanking of their boots could truly spoil. Wethern: Here we are this is the right point we can get to work. Ksivi-Sava: ::faintly smiling at the horizon:: This is very much the right point to be, indeed. But alas, they weren’t here to enjoy the experience. In a way, it was with rather admirable efficiency that Corey turned his attention to the matter at hand and revealed the 10 bowling pins out of the equipment case. Wethern: Aren't they beautiful? Ksivi-Sava: Not to be a… how might one say… “party pooper”, if you pardon my Terran, there, but this environment feels almost inappropriate for something as trivially indulgent as this. Wethern: Relax they all have short range transported chips, at the push of a button they lock onto the suit wearer and beam back. Well, as a medic, Corey had never made any secret of his hands-on approach to problem-solving, so he very much seemed his proper self as he walked out to set up the bowling pins right away. Wethern: I think you should be the one to kick start our Ensigns Bingo. First to 30 points? Ksivi-Sava accepted the bowling ball presented to him in a rather significant-looking gesture. It also didn’t escape his attention how eagerly Corey seemed to cross an item off the list he had brought. Ksivi-Sava: It shall be my pleasure. Judging by the hull plates, Ksivi-Sava positioned himself at an appropriate distance before he wound up ever so slightly and took aim at the arrow formation of pins in the distance. He kept taking aim for a while longer, before inquiring: Ksivi-Sava: Does it say anything about having to actually hit any of the pins? It still qualifies as a successful Bingo activity either way, correct? Wethern: Response Ksivi-Sava: Well, that goes without saying. Once again, Ksivi-Sava focussed his attention on the pins, wound up to feel the inertia of the projectile, then focussed his attention back on the pins. Wethern: Response Ksivi-Sava: I am. I very much am. Finally, Ksivi-Sava swung his arm forward in slow motion, releasing the ball at what he felt would be an appropriate moment for launch. Inertia carried it onward on a trajectory subject to such little gravity from the Starbase below their feet, it was indistinguishable from a straight line. Beyond that, it was also very slow. Ksivi-Sava: ::shifting his position and squinting at the slowly drifting ball:: I predict it will hit at least some of the pins. Wethern: Response Ksivi-Sava: Nonsense, we are looking at no more than a few seconds, now. With no inertia or gravity to worry about, precision should certainly be prioritized over velocity. See, there it is, closing in on the targets. Any moment now… Aaany moment. A few moments later, the ball grazed and dislodged two pins just insistently enough to knock a third one off its miniscule magnetic link with the hull. Once clear from the target area, both the projectile and its triplet of targets were beamed back into the their case, leaving a total of seven pins unscathed. Ksivi-Sava: ::arms crossed, rather pleased:: See? So, one pin is equivalent to… how many points, again? tags/tbc -- ============== Ensign Ksivi-Sava Helm Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240007KS4 ==============

Just want to show my appreciation to @Alora DeVeau and Lt. Stendhal for a couple of additional Halloween Avatars that I am unable to check in with. The first being 2PC Lt. Jerra Dagaz of Denali Station and the second being PNPC Ensign Nagazi of Starbase 118 Ops. Thank you both for these amazing images! 😊👏🏻

Lt. Cmdr. Gogigobo Fairhug checking in! "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

This year's theme for Starbase 118 Ops is "Star Wars: Jedi vs. Sith" We have: Properly named all avatar files and uploaded them to the wiki. Properly named our category on the wiki. Properly categorized our category on the wiki.

@Sal Taybrim, alas, poor Shar'Wyn, I knew him well. 😔😂

Who else wants to have tea with Lt. Stendhal?! 😅🤚🏻

@Kettick 🤣

@Madison Marsh, Garev feels attacked. 🤨😂

I'm also a sucker for some good old-fashioned backstory, like this from @Korras. 🙂👍🏻 ((Outside FO’s Office, Deck 7, Command Center, Starbase 118 Ops)) His meeting with commander fairhug over, Korras decided his next stop would be the medical center. After all, it was on his way to his new quarters, and he was fairly close to the medical center right now already, relatively speaking. Of course, on a station this size, any distance that was less than the size of a small city was considered close. As he walked to the nearest turbolift, he spent some time thinking. Mere days before, he was waiting for his final exam to begin, in this very station. At that time, he was still a Cadet. Now, he was one of the freshest ensigns in the station. The small amount of personal belongings he had he had already packed, not expecting to be assigned to the same station he had spent the last couple of months in. Either way, it made the move into his own living space all that more simple. For now, this would be home. A small pang of melancholy. He knew he would probably never see his real home anymore. Nor did he expect to ever see his family again. He shook his head. Years ago, he had made the choice to take the blame for something not of his doing, but by doing so had prevented his family from being unjustly branded a traitorous family. While in the epic sagas, most klingons would have fought tooth and nail against such things, no matter the cost, the truth of the matter was far different on the backwater planets. There, there were no great houses with fabled histories. There, while honor was still considered a virtue, there was much more of a grey area. There, the one claim to fame his homeworld, Kerret'raa, had was that Kahless had once visited it. There was a shrine to him, and some from Qo'nos visited there occasionally, which led to a slight amount of trade, but otherwise, most of the planet was as backwater as it could be in this time and age. There was no unlimited energy to replicate everything they would want. Not everything was as bright as it was on a Starfleet starship. They had learned to make do with what they had for the most part. He did what he had to do for his family to make it through. Maybe that was what had made him a decent hand on the freighter that had hired him in. If it had not been for a pirate attack, he probably would have made a life for himself in space. Instead, fate had taken him to the federation, and eventually into Starfleet. His arrival at the turbolift station shook him from his reverie. He stepped in with the others waiting, and gave his destination. Korras: main entrance, medical station. While in the lift, he decided to look forward as opposed to backward. He had made it this far, and he would be successful at it. First things first, to see the doctor. ((brief timeskip, to deck 505, Medical lobby)) Korras walked in, and headed to the nearest nurse station. Once it was his turn, he spoke up. Korras: Hello. I’ve been newly assigned to the station, and have been instructed to schedule a visit with doctor Shar'Wyn Foster to go over my medical record. When does he have time for this? Nurse: Response ***** Ensign Korras Ops Officer Starbase 118 Ops O240010K12

I'm a sucker for a "slice of life" sim and here's one I particularly enjoyed from @Vitor S. Silveira. 🙂👍🏻 ((Starbase118, Habitat Ring, Tito’s apartment)) Tito swept slowly the brush, in a meticulous sequenced gesture finishing the miniature outer wall. In an unusual change of theme he had decided to start a new project, stalling the other two he already began. Instead of the more bellicose minis he usually painted, or the ones belonging to the board game he already replicated, he decided for something more… Simple. Truth be told it had a deeper meaning, perhaps it was his way to avoid the new Counselor. All things considered the future looked… Difficult. Too many things had changed. But he had found that he wasn't so easily dropping down as before. There was something that, despite the loneliness, still kept him moving forward. And more importantly, safe, comfortable. That was why he began this new model. It was a little bigger than he was used to. The base was 70 by 50 cm. The house itself was 40 by 30 in width and length, being 50 cm tall. It was a Terran country house, two floors high with red roof, and filled with details both inside and out. He dropped the brush down looking at the several pieces he had worked on. Tito smiled and he tipped the tiny rocking chair, making it swing slightly. He raised his head and looked around his place. The thought made him smile. “His” place. So for once Sil was right when he gave him his former place. It was becoming his home. Tito stretched and slowly stood up. Looking at the outside view he chose to take a little break. Cleaning up the brushes, but keeping his paraphernalia on the dinner table he decided to go for a run, and headed to the bedroom to change. ((Timeskip, about an hour later)) ((Starbase118, Little Risa)) Tito walked alongside the beach line. With full jogging gear, t-shirt, trunks and trainers, he adjusted the little backpack filled with water bottles and small energy bars. He recalled the first time he was there before sharing a meal with Commander DeVeau, Alora. She had also moved and although they had clashed a bit, he still had a good impression of her. A family with a little toddler passed by him. He kept walking. Unlike before he wasn’t troubled by it. Tito frowned before smiling. That was new. And pleasant. Still smiling he started quickening his pace, until it turned into proper jogging. No TAGs/TBC Lt. Vitor R.S.Tito Science Officer Starbase 118 O238907VS0

This intro from @EgilRenot tickled me. 😂

@Sal Taybrim is this song on Spotify? 😂

@Korras that was almost certainly Gogi! 😂 I love this!