Gogigobo Fairhug

June 26, 2023

Welcome to the Fleet!

Well done. 😊👏🏻

June 20, 2023

Oh man, I just loved everything about this sim from @Freck. Funny, clever and imaginative. 👏🏻

(( Temple Grounds, Oslau III ))

Freck: Wait a second...I'm picking up an anomalous lifesign. There’s someone on temple grounds who doesn’t belong here…and I don’t mean us.

Oddas: More details, as in another species? Some other anomoly?

Freck looked closer at the data coming in. Essentially, there was a mobile object – a person – that was so bathed in a mixture of tachyon and chroniton radiation that they were practically putting off the same readings as the Orb itself.

Fairhug: Someone who survived the time jump like us?

Freck: I think you’re right on the money, Commander…if I’m reading this right. Whoever it is, they’re saturated with chroni-

A loud laugh, a clap, and some more quiet laughter made Freck and the others pause, ensuring they weren’t being listened upon.

Oddas: ::narrowing her eyes:: Can you track it to its source?

Freck: Yes, sir, as well as we can the Orb. They’re on the other side of the temple grounds from us.

Fairhug: Surely whoever that is knows what the *orb* really is. It’s too much of a coincidence…and I’m willing to bet that’s our Xern.

Freck: You’re right, it’s probably the Xern, but they might just be irradiated after carrying it back here. Well, okay, they are still mobile, unlike the people in the village, so the radiation doesn’t appear to have debilitated them, but I can’t get a read on their species, so I can’t tell if they’re native or not.

Oddas: Response

Fairhug: It does put a crimp in the plan ::he paused, stroking his beard again:: but does it *have* to be a Xern? If we can get our hands on any monk's robes, it should be enough to at least get us inside, right?

Freck: Logically? I’m no Vulcan, but with a decent enough distraction, I don’t think anyone’s going to be looking at anyone in robes. The Xern robes would probably be safest, but…well…

Freck shrugged. Risk yourself procuring a disguise or risk being detected while in disguse? This was a decision he didn’t have the experience to make.

Oddas: Response

Fairhug: Then I say we stick to the plan. Freck, you create a distraction, I’ll get the robes…somehow…while the Captain contacts Ton and Raimor. Agreed?

Freck nodded. Standing up, he slipped the tricorder back into his pouch, but slipped his phaser into the box in its place.

Oddas: Response

Fairhug: Response

Freck: Aye, sir.

The Ferengi turned and broke away from the others, leaving the tent.

Walking back in the direction they had arrived in, he pretended to scope out the merchant stalls that had been set up while they were planning, but in actuality, was looking past them. The temple grounds were surrounded by stone walls, so if they did set a fire here, even if it got out of hand, it should hopefully be kept within the complex and not spread to the village itself. Plus, the cleansing fountain would be a very convenient source of water, even if it had to be bucketed.

After several minutes of looking at the merchants’ wares, he spotted something that looked promising. A small wooden shack in the corner of the complex. Smiling wordless greetings at the various monks and other members of the crowd, Freck meandered his way as discreetly as he could to the shack.

Expressing fake exasperation, Freck set down his box and knelt down to fiddle with his shoes. He didn’t exactly have laces, but he figured having to mess with one’s footwear on occasion might be a universal issue. In actuality, he was using it as an excuse to check out the shack door. It swayed gently in the morning wind, kept shut by a simple latch. Thankfully, there didn’t appear to be any kind of lock.

Looking around one last time to see if anyone was eyeing him in particular, Freck casually stood up, unlatched the door, and stepped inside with his box of goodies, shutting the door behind him. Immediately, Freck pulled out his tricorder, and scanned the area behind him through the door to see if anyone was following him.

Then, he looked up and realized he should have probably checked to see if anyone was inside the shack before pulling out his futuristic technology. Thankfully, it was empty. Even better, it was filled with simple tools, for farming and cleaning. Things that could be replaced. Besides, if this temple was anything like his culture’s religious centers, they’d have more than enough money to replace a few tools. Still, he kicked himself for not checking, especially after already being in hot water for having to barter his comm badge away…which then reminded him that he didn’t have any means of calling for backup. If he was caught, or worse, there really wasn’t an easy way for him to call for help.

Taking a moment to breathe, and calm his nerves, Freck took in the details of the shack. In terms of needing to start a fire, there wasn’t much working against him, thankfully. The shack had a dirt floor, but the entire building was old and dry. There was even some sort of lantern hung from a rope which ran the breadth of the ceiling, but he couldn’t just throw it to the floor and let it consume everything while he was still there. Even if he got out, he wouldn’t make it far before he was grabbed and accused (correctly) of arson.

What he needed was a fuse. Something that didn’t start a fire immediately while he was still in the shack, giving him enough time to get away. Something like exactly what was in his box of souvenirs! There were plenty of necklaces and bracelets, made with stone and probably clay beads, but strung on flammable twine of some description.

A plan suddenly formed in his mind, he set down his own box, and pulled a larger crate of some unknown supplies from one of the shack’s corners. Next, he grabbed one of the surprisingly numerous brooms lying against the wall, before setting it up on top of the crate so that the wooden handle was leaning against the rope holding up the lantern.

After making sure the broom wouldn’t fall over, Freck reached into his box and pulled out two long necklaces, breaking them and letting their attachments scatter, before tying the strings together, which he then tied to the bottom of the broom. Finally, the rest of the brooms in the shack were placed so that their straw was directly under the lantern. He’d use his phaser to light the necklaces, which would burn slowly but steadily up to the broom, which would hopefully light up fairly quickly. The flames would lick up the broom handle, lighting the rope on fire, breaking, then allowing the lantern to fall and set the rest of the brooms on fire. The shack itself would likely follow.

Satisfied with his plan, Freck took one final look around the shack, made sure his tricorder was secure in his pouch and his knick-knacks were packed away in their box. Finally, with no other reason to stall, Freck pulled out his phaser, and lit the fuse.

TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Freck
Science Officer
Denali Station
D239911F12

June 19, 2023

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oO What is it with this crew and Tuesdays? Oo

@Tomas Falt Denali's true arch nemesis! 😂

June 17, 2023

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She nodded - besides, she couldn't lose a man before she had a chance to enter a reprimand into his file.

Uh oh, @Freck, you won't like @Oddas Aria when she's angry! 😂

June 17, 2023

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Lieutenant JG Freck - Looking for the Little Pilgrim's Room

Another amusing sim title from @Freck. 😂

June 12, 2023

On 6/10/2023 at 6:51 PM, Alex Forsyth said:

Thanks, I had to really think about how I wanted to play this out. I was also unsure about using the name USS Lockerbie, I assume it ok to name ships.

Perfectly fine @Alex Forsyth. 👌🏻

June 12, 2023

This made me chuckle from @Araxxu Vahin. I believe Sir David Attenborough said the exact same thing. 🧐😂

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Studying wildlife would be an enjoyable pursuit as long as there wasn’t a chance you could be eaten.

June 12, 2023

Welcome to the Fleet, all! Great job in training. 🙂👍🏻

June 10, 2023

Really enjoyed this whole sim from @Alex Forsyth. Love the little touches of internal dialogue and insight into the nerves of sitting in the big chair! Not to mention the banter with @Alan Letts. 😉

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Eagle))

Forsyth: Eyes on the Road, Ensign.

That broke him, after she had just stared longingly at a chair for a solid 15 seconds. He thought it was rich and very entertaining.

Letts: Hah :: Sarcastically:: and miss THIS captivating image not a chance. :: He winked before rolling his eyes theatrically and shaking his head::

oO Let hope my family curse doesn't applied to acting captains.....Oo

She let out a nervous sigh, Trying to get comfy and relax.

oO Huh, I was expecting it to feel a lot nicer.... Oo

Letts: Eyes on the Road... That poor chair probably needs counseling after being ogled like that.

Forsyth: Letts, Please don't embarrass me.

Letts: Sorry Ma'am. I will attempt to remain focused.

She smiled, Proud that Letts could hold back the jokes.

oO Maybe there hope for him yet?..Oo

Letts: So is your Captain's pose more Janeway or Kirk?

She ponders for a moment, Wondering if to humor him or focus on the task but her curiosity won out.

Forsyth: Not sure, I was going for Rachel Garrett.

Alex never really thought about her sitting pose, It wasn't something she was going to need at any point in her early career. She shifted slightly, Feeling bit awkward now but that feeling didn't last as a series of small alerts went off at Letts and tactical stations.

Letts: Uhhh okay.

Forsyth: What is it, Ensign?

Before Letts could reply, Ensign Clara Halloway at tactical spoke up.

Halloway: Ma'am, I'm getting a distress call.

Forsyth: Clar-Ensign, Can you Identify it?

Halloway just shrugs as she works, Alex turns back to Letts.

Forsyth: Letts, Stand by to investigate.

Letts: Aye Ma'am

Alex didn't like this, She had hoped to just keep the ship here until the Commander returned but Ignoring a SoS was against protocol.

Forsyth: Have you Identified it, Clara?

She curses herself for not addressing her by her rank or last name, Being captain is hard.

Halloway: Yes, It....It is one of ours.

Forsyth: Another starfleet ship, We weren't informed of other ships in the area.

She flipped through her memory, The closest ship was the USS Lockerbie and that was another sector away.

Letts: Response

Halloway: No, I mean it's one of ours as in it from the Eagle.

Forsyth: You mean It from the away team?

Letts: Response

Forsyth: Hold on, Where is the signal coming from?

Halloway: Somewhere in front of us, Where our friends are at.

Letts: Response

Forsyth: Agreed, We should inform the commander. ::Looking at the door.:: Do I knock or call him?

Letts: Response

Forsyth: Yeah, I'll call him ::Tapping her combadge and clearing her throat.:: =/\= Bridge to Commander Flat =/\=

Falt: =/\= Response. =/\=

Forsyth: =/\= We're picking up a distress call, It identifies as Starfleet. =/\=

Any: =/\= Response. =/\=

Forsyth: =/\= It saids it from the eagle but it was also coming from that ship. =/\=

Any: =/\= Response. =/\=

Forsyth: =/\= Should I plot a course or wait until we get a better picture? =/\=

oO And let you take over....Oo

Falt: =/\= Response. =/\=

TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant.Jg Alex Forsyth
Tactical
Denali Station
D239910AF1

June 10, 2023

Love this from @Freck.

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With that, the team set off towards the village with determination. In the night so late it was almost morning, they were lit only by the vast expanse of stars, something they didn’t get the chance to see very often from a planet’s surface, what with most modern cultures making their own light that drowned them out. Freck wondered what constellations this culture would have drawn out from the bright dots when they looked out into the night sky. He wondered which ones the stars of Ferenginar or Irtok would belong to.

June 10, 2023

This sim title from @Freck made me chuckle. 😂

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Lieutenant JG Freck - Predicting Next Millennium's Fashion Trends

June 9, 2023

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Neshala: Awesome. I love aesthetically pleasing crash landings. And who doesn’t like a fiery display?

Kettick: Firefighters and Security personnel.

Never change @Kettick! 🤣

June 9, 2023

This is about as "fabulous" as Gogi gets. 😅 Here he is waiting patiently for the ceremony to start.

June 9, 2023

This killed me, from Cadet Zenno. 🤣👌🏻

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He could hear Lt. Nardello's voice in his head, "You're a blueberry in cherry pie, Bolian. You picked the red uniform, so make it work."

June 4, 2023

This was a joy to read from @Alan Letts. Exemplary HCO (pilot) simming. 👏🏻

((USS Eagle, Deck 1, Bridge))

Letts was furiously tapping away at the controls in front of him making micro adjustments by the second to keep the ship on the best path ahead. Watching the suggested path on the side of his console he brought the ship into a turn up and to starboard before tipping the ship forward into a port side spiral.

The last quarter hour had been hell, —or heaven, depended on if you were a pilot or not— the tight turns and bends got his blood pumping. The quick movements and split second adjustments were the lifeblood of pilots and he was loving it. As he pulled out of the spiral he glanced to the display and saw a long open stretch ahead of them.

Settling the ship on its course he practically melted back into his seat letting out a sigh of relief. His moment of relief ended not to soon when the XO called to him.

Falt: How’s it going, Mister Letts?

Letts spun his chair around with all the nonchalance he could manage grinning at the Commander.

Letts: Smooth sailing sir, not a PADD out of place. ::now concerned:: Why is something wrong, :: grinning again:: did I hit a bump?

Falt: You’re doing great. Just keep us at this distance and use the data their sending to plot the best course you can.

The look the XO gave him was certainly not one he had seen before, not a glare but almost an eyeroll. Were he not flying he'd have been confused and terrified, but being at the helm piloting a starship, nothing could phase him. It was a feeling near universal to pilots, he revled in it.

Letts: Aye Sir. Just keep sending me the good stuff.

Letts saluted and kicked his chair back around just in time to BARELY not miss a maneuver.

oO Oops Oo

He recovered settling back into position to keep his charge steady. As he flew he let the conversation of the rest of the bridge flow by him.

Falt: That’s where you come in, Mister Elonat. Is the data feed stable?

Elonat: Response.

Falt: Let me know if that changes. We’ll be flying blind if we lose that data feed.

Elonat: Response.

Falt: Lieutenant Forsyth, let me know if you see anything strange on sensors. Anything at all. It may be my imagination but I feel really exposed like this. Ensign König, For the same reason I want to know the second we’re in transporter range.

Forsyth: Will do, Sir.

König: Response.

Falt: =/\= Falt to Neshala, how’s it going over there? =/\=

If Letts was being honest he was glad to be in the Eagle and not the shuttle. From what he had learned during his briefing by Neshala and the others the shuttle must have been truly hellish. While the shuttle didn't have to worry as much about tight spaces and quick turns it was almost certainly made up for by being constantly buffeted by spacial eddies. He would bet Latium to Lollipops the inertial dampeners weren't doing anything to help Neshala pilot.

Neshala: =/\= Fantastic, Commander. Every pilot’s dream. Couldn’t be happier right now. =/\=

oO Shoot yeah, who am I kidding that sound like way more fun. Tight corridors and turbulence? Count me in. Oo

Kettick: =/\= Kettick here, can confirm. =/\=

König: Response

Falt: =/\= Response =/\=

Neshala: =/\= Don’t you worry, Commander. You have one of the finest engineers over here to keep things together, and you have one of the two best pilots in Starfleet over here to keep her pointed in the right direction. =/\=

Letts: ::To himself:: It's me I'm the other cool pilot.

Falt: Response

Letts's eyes widened for a second, he hadn't thought he had spoken loud enough to be heard. He kicked himself remembering the teachings of his flight instructors.

oO Sterile cockpit Mr.Letts Oo

Letts: Nothing sir, just uh... a close maneuver.

He glanced to his left and saw Elonat at the science station staring back at him. He hoped they hadn't heard him but had a feeling... He grinned facing his console again.

oO Definitely gonna catch flak for that one. Oo

Kettick: =/\= Power rerouted from the kinetic shields to the inertial dampeners, Lieutenant. I trust your increased ease of piloting to avoid impacts accordingly. =/\=

Letts flinched hearing that the briefing had been spot on, they must have been being kicked around in that shuttle like a canoe in the rapids.

The Eagle must have caught up to whatever had caused the shuttle trouble as the entire ship gave a lurch and shudder as though it had struck a rock. Consoles across the bridge let out some very not-so-pleased chirps and beeps. The unpleased sounds were followed by some very concerned speaking.

Forsyth: Sorry to cut in, Sir but I'm having trouble compensating with temporal interference.

Falt: Response.

König: Response.

Forsyth: Trying that now, Better but not great.

Falt: Response.

König: Response.

Forsyth: Wait, I think I'm through.

Falt: Response

As those behind him attempted to fix their own issues Letts was forced to focus on his own task. The path ahead of the ship had just gotten very tight very quick and the fluctuations were about to become a proper nuisance

Letts: =/\= ::In his best pilot voice:: Uhh... Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to experience some turbulence. =/\=

As he said it the ship began to shudder slightly growing in intensity until it felt like they were riding a wagon over a gravel road. Vibrating in his seat Letts was still impressed by the dampeners, they had definitely mitigated much of the buffering the ship was experiencing.

oO Yeesh that means... Oo

Neshala: =/\= I’ll see if I can find a clearer path to head through, Commander. But things are kind of rough over here as well. =/\=

Letts could hear the strain in his fellow pilots voice. He felt pang of sympathy at the thought of what she must be dealing with. Sympathy turned into empathy as the eagle suddenly lurched downward making the gravity seem suddenly lighter for a moment.

Kettick =/\= Eagle, do you expect us to run into more chroniton or tachyon pulses? =/\=

Falt: =/\= Response =/\=

Any Eagle Bridge: =/\=

Letts blocked out as much as he could focusing in on the suggested path keeping an eye on the fluctuations and avoiding them as best he could.

Kettick: =/\= Lieutenant Neshala, are there any parts of the ship that are only useful during atmospheric flight, for instance? =/\=

Neshala: =/\= Response =/\=

Falt/Any: =/\= Response =/\=

Kettick: =/\= At our current shield levels, I can't pull enough power from anywhere without disabling something. I'd rather sacrifice parts of the shuttle that are not immediately necessary to our survival. =/\=

Neshala: =/\= Response =/\=

Falt/Any: =/\= Response =/\=

Letts was watching like a hawk tapping away instantly at his console and was barely managing to stay ahead of the fluctuations. If he hadn't known better he'd have thought the distortions were purposefully trying to cut off their path through this spacial knot.

Just as he had that thought a massive spacial eddy opened up in front of the ship right behind where the shuttle had just been. He couldn't avoid it.

Letts: Ah Hell, ::Loudly:: BRACE!!

The Eagle suddenly jolted HARD backwards as if smacking a wall then upward forcing Letts into his seat. He managed to level off and keep them heading forward. Neshala must have been keeping up her side of the clearer area bargain as the path ahead on Letts display suddenly opened up and the rumbling of the eddies dropped off not long after.

A silence permeated the bridge for a moment before Letts felt the need to speak up.

Letts: =/\= Wow =/\=

Neshala/Falt: Response

Any: Response.

Letts: I have no clue sir, I couldn't avoid it. Speedbump maybe?

Falt: Response

Any: Response

Letts nodded and faced forward again his hands deftly returning to his, now surprisingly calm Piloting.

Any: Response

TAGS/TBC

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Ensign Alan Letts
Operations Officer
Denali Station
D240003AL2

GSS

May 20, 2023

I love little touches like these from @Alex Forsyth and @Alan Letts

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They walk over to the Tactical station where one of her fellow tactical officers was manning, Fairhug taps his shoulder to relieve.

Alex gave him a wave as he went past, However he didn't acknowledge her.

oO What up with him, He always used to say hi? Oo

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Turning right he made his way to the main operations console and relieved the Ensign manning it. He knew the guy so he grinned and gave him a fistbump as they switched places.

May 20, 2023

It's official, @Tomas Falt and @Alan Letts are my new favourite double act. 🤣👌🏻

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Falt: Which will give us a clear view of what going on in the system, correct?

This time the Ensign made an odd clicking sound and then… shot him with his fingers? Fist bumping was one thing – but imaginary phasers was something else… Although they might as well have been real phasers since the Ensigns behaviours had left him mildly stunned.

Letts: ::Drawling:: You got it mister. ::Continuing:: With what we have, we can cut through the stuff in orbit easy. Planet-side however... If we knew the temporal variance though we could cut right through it. That said temporal anomalies are usually singular and thus have a singular variance. My fear is with all this shifting-

First imaginary phasers, now “mister?” Tomas glared at the Ensign for a long few seconds before replying.

May 16, 2023

An amusing intro to a sim from @Tomas Falt 😂

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The last time Tomas had been aboard the Eagle the station had been attacked with redirected asteroids. The time before that a routine shakedown had been interrupted by a pirate attack. If he’d been a superstitious man he’d have suggested the captain either take the Juneau on this mission or leave him on the station. He was two for two so far, and was well aware of the old Earth saying that bad luck came in threes...

May 16, 2023

@Alan Letts' reaction to @Freck's heroics in the last mission had me chuckling. 😂

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Letts was thoroughly impressed. If it was true, big lobes weren't the only thing the ferengi had.

May 16, 2023

This sounds familiar from Ens. Raimor. 😬😂

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He looked at his own reflection for an excuse to walk away or any form of advice. It looked back at him without offering either and the betazoid officer let out a deep sigh.

oO You know, you could be a bit more helpful here. It’s your family too. Oo

May 16, 2023

This was a great read from Denali's very own Ensign Sasus Raimor. 👌🏻

(( Raimor’s Room, Anchorage, Denali Station - After The Party ))

Raimor sat in front of the blank monitor unsure of what to do. He’d resolved himself to call his father and tell him everything that had been going on over the last few weeks, but that was twenty unproductive and silent filled minutes ago. Now he wasn’t so sure.

He looked at his own reflection for an excuse to walk away or any form of advice. It looked back at him without offering either and the betazoid officer let out a deep sigh.

oO You know, you could be a bit more helpful here. It’s your family too. Oo

Raimor pushed back from his desk and walked over to a box of things he’d been meaning to put away since he moved to the station. Reaching in, he pulled out an old, dusty binder. He clutched the volume to his chest and walked over to the couch. He flopped down, kicking his feet up and wiping the layer of dust that had accumulated over time on the front cover of the little family heirloom. Thinking back, he wasn’t sure why his family had decided to keep most of the photos in a physical book. That had always just been the way they’d done things. A PADD could have kept many more photos in a safer manner, but there was something nostalgic about having these old memories in an actual book.

He inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh before tentatively opening himself up to everything he’d been avoiding for years now. He only recognized a few of the figures in the older photos. Great-great-grandmothers that had kept the family respectable hundreds of years ago and whatnot. With each page Raimor turned, a low rumbling sense of dread started to churn in his stomach. Black and white pictures with crumbled, yellowed edges turned into crisper color ones with more and more folks he recognized. He knew what was coming, but still let out a gasp when he saw it.

He’d taken a photo the day he got accepted to Starfleet Medical. Proudest day of his life. He looked down at his own, younger face as it smiled back at him. The younger Raimor had his hands clenched tightly around a small disk-like object that contained a video detailing his acceptance to school and an arm wrapped tightly around his younger sister Heria. She was only a few years younger than him, but she had always looked half his age. His father stood behind the two of them in the dark uniform he always wore. Raimor couldn’t think back to a time where his father wasn’t wearing that same uniform. He remembered that he had to actually have mom take his father’s phone away just so they could get this picture. It was always that way back then.

He smiled slightly and grabbed a box of tissue off of the coffee table to wipe his nose. He looked back at his own face and sighed.

oO I know. I’ve avoided it all for too long. Oo

He hesitated one last time before bringing his gaze back down to the book. He saw his older sister Alessa standing next to him, looking down at him and smiling. She looked so genuinely happy for him there. He knew how hard it was for her to show her teeth in photos; Mom had always had to bribe her to let them show, but here they were shining brilliantly in the sunshine.

Raimor sighed and wiped his face again. He hadn’t been able to talk to Alessa for over two years now. He wondered how she was doing with her new husband.

oO Father was so mad when she said she’d changed her last name. Oo

That was the last time he’d seen his elder sister. He’d begged her not to leave, but she was always so headstrong. He’d never seen an Earth goat, but what he understood was a fairly apt description for his sister. She didn’t change her mind, but she’d slipped a piece of paper into his pocket with her contact information. He still hadn’t used it.

His eyes had been avoiding the last ghostly form in the family picture, but he finally forced them onto it. His mother stood behind Alessa, hands on her shoulders, eyes firmly ahead at the camera. Raimor let out a shuddering, sniffling gasp. It was all too normal. There wasn’t any hint of the disease that would take her life two years later. No clue that the strong woman he was looking at was just dust now. He reached his hand out shakily to touch his mother’s face, but instead of the warmth he always associated with her, it was cold and plastic. It was wrong.

Raimor closed the book and put it aside, not wanting to look at it anymore. He wiped himself clean with another tissue before wheeling back to his desk. His reflection was waiting for him, slightly more red now, but unhelpful as always.

oO I guess nobody is going to save me, huh? Oo

With a resolving breath, the Betazoid officer clicked to life, causing the monitor to flicker and force his reflection away. He waited anxiously for a few moments before a ringing tone echoed too loudly around his apartment. Raimor quickly turned the sound down to a more reasonable volume, hoping that nobody had been woken up by his call. He looked around for any signs that he’d trespassed on somebody's sleep, but snapped back when he saw a stern face on the monitor.

Eloy: Sasus. It’s late.

Raimor blinked at his father for a moment before responding.

Raimor: Yeah, I thought… Well it’s been a while. I just wanted to check in with you.

His father raised an eyebrow.

Eloy: Are you well?

Raimor: Uh, yeah. I just got done with an awards ceremony with the rest of the officers.

Eloy: I see.

There was an awkward silence between the two men. Raimor waited for his father to ask him something, anything, but he didn’t. They just stared at each other silently.

Raimor: ::fumbling:: Umm, I graduated. I’m sure you figured that out though. I’m out on a station called Denali now. It’s a really fascinating place. W-We aren’t sure who built it yet, but it's a ring of sorts with a sun in the middle. ::pause:: It’s massive.

Eloy: Yes, I heard. I heard that there was some sort of disturbance there as well. A pirate attack if I remember correctly.

Raimor: ::excitedly:: Yeah! It actually was happening when I got here and I had to- Wait. You’ve been keeping up with me?

Eloy: Not specifically. One of my associates was loosely linked with the shipment company who managed to lose the weapons your pirate queen lady stole. I had to prove that the company wasn’t involved.

Raimor: Oh… I see.

Eloy: Is that all you had to tell me, son?

Raimor gripped the ribbon he’d just been awarded earlier in the evening tightly in his hands, feeling a familiar ache in the back of his throat.

Raimor: No, that’s all.

Eloy: Then have a nice night Sasus.

The monitor flickered again and Raimor was left alone in his apartment. The young man finally let out the deep sob that he had been choking back. After all of this time his father truly hadn’t changed at all.

NT, END

Ensign Raimor

Medical Officer

Denali Station

D240001SR3

May 11, 2023

This made me chuckle @Elonat 😂

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Falt: How are the Skunk works coming along, sir?

Oddas: Response.

Elonat: I am confused as to why or how skunks would be involved.

They made no effort to hide the distaste wrinkling their face. Elonat had an unfortunate encounter with a skunk during their time at the Academy. Even after several rounds through the sonics, the smell seemed to haunt them.

Neshala: Response.

Falt: The term originates from Earth, North America again. Back then it was a pseudonym for an organisation designing military aircraft and completing highly classified research and development.

Elonat: I apologize, I did not know the information was classified. ::dipping their head:: If you would excuse me.

Oddas / Neshala: Response

Falt: Response

The Ensign awkwardly froze in the middle of turning to leave the group. Their wide eyes and stiff pose resembled some sort of creature attempting to hide in plain sight—As if their stillness would prevent their discovery.

May 11, 2023

Do @Alan Letts and @Tomas Falt remind anyone else of Lavelle and Riker? 😂

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His suggestion came too late, another officer entering the room next to them before he'd barely finished his sentence. Despite having met the new arrival only once before, Tomas instantly recognised the still grinning face of Ensign Letts.

The Ensign spotted him almost immediately and came to rigid attention. This time he even managed to remove the grin from his face, which was an improvement.

Letts: Ah, good evening sir.

The Ensign either had an odd habit of grinning constantly when he was nervous, or he’d found Tomas funny when they’d first met. Regardless of which it was it had made for an odd first meeting between Ensign and XO. He’d go so far as to say he’d perhaps been a little hard on the man as a result… However, he doubted there were many other XO’s that would have acted differently when faced with a smirking Ensign reporting for duty so an apology wasn’t needed. He decided a more neutral tone was warranted instead.

Falt: Mister Letts. Welcome to the party.

Letts: Ah thank you sir I’m happy to be here.

Tomas and Letts were almost exactly the same height, so as he regarded his fellow human his eyes naturally met the Ensign’s for a moment. A brief silence followed as he considered his own response, but before he could provide one the newly arrived Operations officer spoke again.

Letts: Ah well sir, if you'll excuse me. I don't want to keep you

Tomas gave him a silent nod in acknowledgement and then turned back to Neshala as he left.

May 5, 2023

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He was, after all, a bright red Aurelian. Most people’s first impression was not “Whoa, that’s the chief engineer!” so much as “Whoa, that’s a BIRD!”

This was great from @Dekas

And this...

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oO Whoa, that's a Bird! Oo

Was the icing on the cake from @Alan Letts 🤣👌🏻

May 5, 2023

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He was wondering why a type of radish marketed for equines was present on the table when there were no horsepeople around, when he noticed someone walking next to him.

That's about the only thing we don't have on Denali @Kettick! 😂

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