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Love to see glimpses into the lives of fellow crew members, like this offering from @Kailar Tod. 🙂👍🏻 ((Personal Log - Starfleet Shuttle, Near Trillius Prime)) It has been a couple of days since the mission concluded, and I find myself on a shuttle headed for Trillius Prime, my home planet. The journey has been quiet, allowing me some time to reflect on the events of the recent mission. I am grateful for the successful outcome and for the camaraderie share with my fellow crewmates on the USS Eagle. As the shuttle glides through the stars, I can't help but think about the mysteries that have been haunting me. Chief among them is te disappearance of Joran, my former bondmate. It has been years since he vanished without a trace, leaving me with unanswered questions and a void in my heart. While I may be on a personal journey to meditate and train, a part of me knows tat I can never truly leave behind the search for him. I hope that in spending time on Trillius Prime, I may find some clarity and closure. The shuttle arrives on Trillius Prime, and I step out onto familiar soil. A sense of tranquility washes over me as I take in the serene surroundings. I am home. The journey to my isolated house is one I have taken countless times, yet it always feels like a new beginning. It is a place where I can strengthen my body and mind, where I can delve deep into the mysteries that have been eluding me for far too long. For now, I take comfort in knowing that I am on the right path. ((End Personal Log)) ((Kailar's House, Trillius Prime)) Nestled amid the serene beauty of Trillius Prime, Kailar's house stood as a testament to his desire for solitude and reflection. The quaint dwelling blended seamlessly with the natural surroundings, its architecture and design harmoniously integrated with the picturesque landscape. It was a place where the Trill found peace and solace, away from the bustling world of starships and intergalactic missions. As Kailar approached the house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over him. The tall trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly like a soothing melody. He took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, clean air, scented with the fragrance of the nearby flowers. Tod: It's good to be back. His steps were measured, deliberate, as he ascended the wooden steps leading to the front porch. The soft creaking of the wood beneath his feet added to the ambiance of the tranquil setting. Unlocking the door, Kailar stepped inside and was greeted by the warmth of his home. The interior was adorned with various artifacts and art pieces, each telling a story of its own. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes of knowledge and wisdom, a testament to Kailar's thirst for understanding the mysteries of the universe. A large window overlooked a small garden, where Kailar had cultivated an assortment of colorful flowers and plants. Gardening had become one of his favorite pastimes, a way to connect with nature and find moments of serenity amidst the complexities of life. Moving further inside, he found his meditation room, a place of silence and tranquility. Here, he could escape the distractions of the outside world and delve deep into his thoughts, seeking answers and insights that often eluded him. As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape outside, Kailar found himself drawn to the small study in the house. It was here that he kept his personal logs, detailing his thoughts, emotions, and reflections on life's journey. Seated at the desk, he activated a holographic display and began to transcribe his recent experiences, including his contemplation of joining as a Trill. The idea had been growing in his mind, and he knew that becoming a joined Trill would be a profound and life-changing decision. Lost in thought, he took a moment to look at a holographic image of Joran. It showed a joyful moment they had shared during a trip. The memory was bittersweet, a reminder of the happiness they had once shared, and the uncertainty that had followed Joran's disappearance. Kailar's mind drifted back to the mysteries he sought to unravel—the truth about Joran's vanishing, the enigmatic circumstances surrounding it, and the lingering questions about his own purpose and identity. The journey to self-discovery was far from over, and he was determined to find the answers he sought. As the night fell, Kailar leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the stars through the large window. The vastness of the cosmos reminded him of the infinite possibilities that lay ahead. He knew that his journey was just beginning, and that his time on Trillius Prime was only a stepping stone in the grand tapestry of his life. Kailar closed his eyes, embracing the tranquility of the moment. The mysteries of the universe beckoned to him, and he was ready to embark on whatever path lay ahead, knowing that the pursuit of truth and understanding was a journey that would last a lifetime. NT / TBC ------ Ensign Kailar Tod Tactical Officer Denali Station D240006KT3

From @Freck. It's been that kind of mission. 🤣

Also love @Haukea-Willow's unique approach to things. 👍🏻

Love our sociable Security Officer @Haukea-Willow. 😂

And here's one of those great little touches we've come to expect from @Alex Forsyth. 😂👌🏻

@Kettick's MSNPC Xern and @Oddas Aria do indeed go waaay back. 😂

Love this from @Kailar Tod. Pretty much sums things up in general! 🤣

Okay, here's the context for @Dekas' sim title. It's too good not to mention. 😂

One of those sim titles you had to be there for, from @Dekas. 🤣

@Ksivi-Sava, Garak approves this sim title. 👍🏻

Will @Madison Marsh ever forgive me for assigning her to Engineering on her Cadet Cruise? Find out when Gogi and Madison meet again! 😜🤣

Really enjoyed reading @Freck's Gallamite mercenary Captain. Possibly the first villain I've ever felt sorry for? 😅 Looking forward to him possibly popping up again somewhere down the line. 👀 (( Corridors, Mercenary Ship Proficiency )) Delmer was practically chuckling with glee as the doors to the escape bay were finally blasted open and he watched the disruptor rifles of his security team fire through the doorway. It was even more gratifying when they made ground, stepping through the doorway and into the bay specifically. He was in the middle of wishing for some Gramilian sand peas to snack on as he watched the streaks of orange and green rip across his display, when suddenly one of them that had climbed into the pod called out and then, the unthinkable began to happen! The last of them started to retreat into the pod. Delmer: What? They’re getting away, shoot them down! Ah, of course, shooting them down. There was more than one way of accomplishing that, which he’d alluded to in his threats to the Starfleet crew earlier. Time to put his money where his mouth was. With a quick movement, the Gallamite clicked the comms panel. Delmer: =/\= Bridge, this is Delmer. Are sensors good enough for a target lock? =/\= Kutel: =/\= Uhhhh…like…a weapons lock? =/\= He couldn’t help but sigh. He did not have time for this. Delmer: =/\= Yes, Kutel, a weapons lock. I’m not playing around anymore. =/\= He practically ground the words out around his clenched teeth. Kutel: =/\= Uh…I can shoot, sir, no problem there, but…what am I going to be shootin’ at? =/\= Delmer: =/\= In a few seconds, you’re going to— =/\= Suddenly, the whole ship lurched to the side, and Delmer was once again thrown to the ground. He had to blink a couple of times before awareness came back, but it was awareness of rushing wind that brought him back and with a surge of adrenaline. They had ANOTHER hull breach?! What the hell happened in there? He thrust himself to his feet, but before he could even check to see if his team was still alive, a flash of fur and his First Officer was clinging to the panel, punching in the emergency commands to seal the pod bay with a forcefield. Delmer: What do you think you’re doing? We have crew in there! M’Raak turned on him, and Delmer was shocked not at the rage in her eyes, but the sadness. M’Raak: Don’t you think I know that? This ship – Your­ ship – is falling apart at the seams! It was them or the whole lot of us! The Gallamite stumbled back in disbelief. There was no way he’d just sit idly by while those damnable officers murdered his crew and lived to tell the tale. He punched in comms to the bridge again. Delmer: =/\= Kutel, I swear, I better hear about pod debris in the next five seconds, or so help me… =/\= Kutel: =/\= Aye, sir, I figured out what you were askin’ fer. I got the pods. All of ‘em. =/\= All of them? He glanced at M’Raak, who had moved to stare through the shimmering field at whatever damage had been wrought to his ship. She looked back with just sadness now. At least they had vengeance. Kutel: =/\= There is…uh…one thing, though, sir. =/\= Delmer: =/\= What is it, Kutel?! =/\= Kutel: =/\= Now that the sensors are clearin’ up a bit, it does look like there might be some residual transporter activity around the pods? Is that— =/\= The communications were cut short once more, but rather than an explosion, it was just the Captain’s fist literally punching the button to end the call, denting the panel in the process. Delmer: That’s fine, I can…I can still track them. I can still lure them back with…wait… Where was the communicator? The entire foundation of this plan, it was in his pocket, he’d literally just been feeling it in his pocket and now it was gone?! That was it, he couldn’t take it anymore! Delmer: Damn you, Falt! I swear to the stars themselves, I’ll…I’ll…! He was so chocked for words he couldn’t even get the words out. He wanted to swear vengeance, he wanted to curse him, he wanted to…he wanted to scream and cry and get all of the raw emotion out, but he just…couldn’t. Instead, he sank to his knees in the middle of the corridor. Defeated. He was defeated. All of his plans, his machinations, all of it. All of it was for naught. And yet, as Caitian fingers gripped his shoulder, he was reminded that he wasn’t yet alone. She spoke gently, calmly. M’Raak: Come on, Captain. Delmer. We need to get this vessel spaceworthy and get out of this system before Starfleet finishes up and decides to come after us. Delmer: Does…does the cloak work still? M’Raak: I believe so. That would give us the time we need. The Gallamite nodded weakly. Delmer: Then we should activate cloak and effect repairs. M’Raak: Aye, sir. I’ll get our engineers right on that. You go back to your ready room and recover. He shook his head and climbed back to his feet. Delmer: No, no, I’m a member of the crew the same as all of you. I won’t let you have all the fun. M’Raak got a sad smile on her muzzle. M’Raak: Good. Besides, I know you. You’ve still got tricks up your sleeve, and it’ll be good to distract that big thinker of yours. The Gallamite rolled his eyes. She did know him well. And as they set off towards Engineering to hide their ship, he couldn’t help but think that yes, he did still have tricks up his sleeve, and this certainly wouldn’t be the last that Lieutenant Commander Falt, or the Eagle, for that matter, would see of him. NT/END for Delmer's reign of terror...for now ---------------------- MSNPC Delmer Mercenary Captain Written By Lieutenant Junior Grade Freck Science Officer Denali Station D239911F12

Welcome to the Fleet! Great job in training. 🙂

I love the little tangents @Araxxu Vahin goes off on. 😂

Love the description and thought process in this passage from @Ksivi-Sava, as well as the phrase "dark-eyed, carroty-haired presence". 😂

Another one from @Corey Wethern describing the energy between Sal, Aine and Willow. If you were a Ferengi, maybe you could bottle it and sell it! 😆

Very technical @Wil Ukinix! 🤣

@Sal Taybrim is an impish little ginger Commodore, indeed! 🤣

@Serala the best way to land a starship! 😅

Another great analogy, this time from @Alex Forsyth. 😂

Are you sure, sir? It does mean changing the bulb. 🤣 Good old Kryten.

@Alex Forsyth if this is a Red Dwarf reference, then I tip my hat to you.

I'm totally with @Freck on this one with the souvenirs! 😂

Love this analogy from @Kettick. 😂

Great job guys! See you around the fleet.