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Genkos Adea

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  1. Happy New Year! Have you made your resolutions yet? I have; to do better at the poll of the month! How am I going to do this? By considering which duty post I would like to do, if I wasn’t already a doctor… and I’m going to urge you to do the same! New year, new me and all that.

    So, let’s start off with the red-shirts! Helm/Com/Ops offers a chance to explore the galaxy as a pilot, whilst also being the first to hear the goings on at the bridge, and keep in touch with the life of the ship at Ops. It’s really the catch-all role; one to suit all your variable needs!

    Security and Tactical is more than just going pew-pew; it’s also about preventing the need to go pew-pew on in the first place. You’ll also be the first to lead investigations, defend away teams and make sure that everyone is up to date on their training; there’s more to firing a phaser than just pointing and shooting (not much, but still!)

    Engineering is critical to making sure the ship doesn’t fall apart (literally), and perhaps crawling around in Jefferies’ tubes, getting down and dirty in the bowels of the ship could be your new jam!

    Science; the final frontier (that’s the saying, right?) - do you look good in blue? Or do you just really like tricorders? Science is a great place to discover new things about the galaxy, and about yourself.

    I may be biased, but everyone should be a doctor - then nobody would get injured, and if they do; at least we are sorted! We also get cooler tricorders than Science, with removable doohickeys, and cool teal coats.

    Want to make sure the ship doesn’t fall apart (metaphorically) - join the ranks of Starfleet’s counsellors. Are you a friendly ear; a good listener; do you give good advice? Then perhaps you can avoid the dangers of the front lines (well, sometimes) and listen to those that do’s problems?

    Now there’s a few roles that I can’t go into as much detail for; Intelligence, the Marines, civilians, but if you are thinking of doing a new character, or swapping your existing character, into one of those, or any of the above; we want to hear about it in the comments below!

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  2. It’s November, which means that no man is allowed to shave. Well, actually, Movember is a men’s health awareness campaign; designed to raise awareness (and sweet latinum) for men’s health issues and causes. But it did raise a conversation in the Poll of the Month Discord chat - who has the best beard in all of Star Trek?

    There are plenty of options - the first, and most obvious, is that of Captain Sisko - for not only does the beard make Sisko look like an absolute bad-ass, but it also marks the point at which Deep Space Nine becomes a top tier show, instead of a weird TNG spin off.

    Speaking of TNG, the other famous beard is that of William Riker; a beard that Frakes still sports to this day (and still looks fabulous in, might I add!). Again, TNG’s greatness can be tracked alongside the development of Riker’s beard, a bizarre metric, but a metric nonetheless.

    Then we have some more oblique beards - the less obvious or less permanent ones. The beard that O’Brien grows in Hard Time (the one where he spends twenty years in a prison despite only being in there a few hours) is arguably the hardest won beard, but it is very unkempt. But perhaps that floats your boat. The scruff that Tom Paris grew in the Voyager episode Alice deserves an honourable mention (but is nothing compared to Robert Duncan McNeil’s current face fungus).

    My personal favourite beard, and the image below, is the one Leonard McCoy sports after he leaves Starfleet (but before he comes back). Affectionately known as Disco Bones, the whole ensemble is tied together by a magnificent beard of thick hair.

    Finally, because we have to have a joke answer on these things (it’s my stipulation for doing them), there is always Bashir’s beard. Ezri Dax was her name. Ay-o!

    Or perhaps you have another favourite follicle (perhaps from the Mirror Universe) - let us know in the comments!

     

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  3. 1 hour ago, Vitor S. Silveira said:

    MARINER

    Obvious choice because she's a hard-working officer who never cuts corners problems, always obeys authority and has never always deserved any of her promotions. We can say that because it's not true. An incredibly hot mess, Mariner is a fantastic officer with an amazing intuition and drive, but possibly without ambition.

     

    Sounds very relatable :D

    There's almost certainly a likeness to a certain someone, yes...

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  4. As we make our way through the third season of Lower Decks, we thought we'd look back at the first two series and ask you all who your favourite of the main characters is. Obviously, there an absolute plethora of characters to choose from if we expanded the choice (although the correct answer is obviously T'Ana) so we're limiting ourselves to the main four Lower Deckers.

    First up, Brad Boimler (or Boims to his friends); arguably the POV character for the first season, Boimler is the _ "the laziest, most corner-cutting officer in Starfleet history" _... or is he? Certainly that's how he's remembered in the far far future, but in the show we're shown an incredibly eager and ambitious young man who is also very cautious and only does things to further his career.

    Secondly, Beckett Mariner. What can we say about Mariner that hasn't been said before? She's a hard-working officer who never cuts corners, always obeys authority and has never deserved any of her promotions. We can say that because it's not true. An incredibly hot mess, Mariner is a fantastic officer with an amazing intuition and drive, but possibly without ambition.

    Thirdly, D'Vana Tendi, the endlessly optimistic science officer. Someone with boundless optimism, Tendi is "not one of those Orions" and is fiercely devoted to the rest of the group. She adores Rutherford most of all, and their friendship is one of the most wholesome relationships in all of Trek. Arguably the most knowledgeable of the group, she is also the most naïve; refusing to see the corruption of Dog when it's blatantly opposite to everyone else.

    Finally we have Sam Rutherford - the officer who has flitted from department to department (and settled back at Engineering again). He is a brilliant officer, and his implants give him extraordinary powers (and also dangerous side effects). Like Tendi, he is full of enthusiasm and a massive Trek nerd (building his own Deep Space Nine model) - hence their glorious friendship.

    Which is your favourite, and why? Let us know in the comments.
     

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  5. We all know that Captain Picard is a lovelorn captain - he manages to find romance in most missions, whether he wants to or not. But which one is your favourite? There's only one correct answer, but I'd like to hear your opinions anyway!

    Let's start with the problematic one - Kamala. There was a very odd power dynamic with this one, and it's aged like an episode of Friends. Kamala was built to be "the perfect mate" (ew) and fell in love with Picard purely out of him being there and spending time with her.

    Vash was an archaeologist with her eye on the prize - the Captain of the EnterPrize, as well as all the black market treasure she could sell. Vash was a great character in her own right, turning up in several episodes of TNG and even a DS9. She and JL had a fabulously antagonistic relationship when it came to their conflicting opinions on what to do old relics, until Q came and tempted her away.

    Q - whilst I don't think it's necessarily a "romantic" relationship, I'm going to include it anyway - Q was _obsessed_ with Picard, and that smacks to me of love - plus the finale of season two of Picard - if that's not love, what is?!

    Finally, the correct answer is Beverly Crusher. The CMO of the Enterprise, Bev had a will-they-won't-they relationship with our beloved captain. The chemistry between the two was palpable, and if they don't kiss in season 3 of Picard, I will riot.

    What do you think? Who did I forget? Drop us a line in the comments

     

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  6. "Yalu:  I’m okay.  You know where Hallia, Genkos and I ended up during the CloQ debacle.  ::beat:: What I didn’t put in my report was that the heir to the throne of France became rather– ::beat:: enamored of me.  As far as I can tell, the timeline played out exactly as history recorded it, but there’s now a triptych of me and the Duke of Orléans hanging in a museum of European history in Toulouse."

    A bloody promotion to the first person who draws this

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  7. With over 800 television episodes and films, an objective ranking of on-screen Star Trek content would be impossible. However, within each series, a consensus has coalesced around a handful of episodes that are often regarded as the finest. "The Measure of a Man," "Improbable Cause/The Die is Cast," and "Deadlock" are particularly good episodes from their respective series' earlier seasons, and symbolise each series coming into its own.

    Even so, admiration for each series' so-called "best episodes" isn't always universal, and fans' rankings of a series' finest episodes might range as much as their selections for the worst. For ardent Trek fans, evaluating episodes on their merits can be challenging since what we appreciate most about our favourite episodes is frequently impossible to measure. The nostalgia of having grown up with these programmes raises the question of their most acclaimed episodes: “Do we love them because they’re good, or are they good because we love them?”

    For this month's poll, we chose two episodes from each of the first five series, as well as one TOS feature and one TNG film that are widely regarded as the best of the best. Only series with completed original runs are represented; we'll have to wait for history to weigh in on the series that are currently in production. 

    Choose the episode or film you believe is the worst and tell us why. Is there an episode we missed you believe deserves to be the worst "best" episode? Don’t see what all the fuss was about “The Inner Light,” “The Visitor,” or “Equinox”? Tell us what and why!

     

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  8. Everything I just said about Brian could also go for Ryan here - again, a tiny timescale to whip up a realistic MSNPC based on a real person and man did he deliver - thank you @Hallia Yellir

     

    ((Edo Castle, Japan, 1859))

     

    In moments that felt like raging storms, there were small times like these where everything seemed to be seemingly dealt with. In spite of the weighing politics that were ever-present in Ii’s position, swarming outside the walls of this grand castle — the monument of his leadership and power. One of the few bastions of power left within the Shogunate. 

     

    Marching through his castle, Ii took every step with a metallic ‘thunk’. The iron plating of his armour rattled with seemingly every step he took. Despite it being lightweight, there was an odd chafe around his neck he could never quite get over. But on this particular day, despite everything being taken care of, for the most part, there was one thing he needed to find. An old heirloom, that had been long forgotten in the underbelly of this grand castle. One he perhaps may have placed, and simply forgotten about long ago. 

     

    Ii slid open the door, there was the unmistakable stench of stale air. With the little illumination from a dying paper lantern, the outline of figures graced his vision. At first, he wrote them off, simply as servants, but upon closer inspection, he wrapped his hand around the hilt of his weapon. With narrowed eyes, he shouted. 

     

    Ii Naosuke: Intruders. Identify yourselves! 

     

    Given the recent unrest and suspicion within the other of the Shogunate, Ii had perhaps a small shadow of a doubt that these intruders may wish harm upon him. But… they didn’t look like the people he would recognize. Most of them shared features of the Dutch and Americans he had dealings with.

     

    Silveira: How did we get here? What are you talking about? And where is my bra?

     

    Etan: What’s going on? ::he blurted out, looking at each of the other officers in turn.::

     

    Tiberius: I think we need just need to stay calm and talk this out.

     

    His anger only seemed to boil with the lack of explanation. Nothing came of his simple order and that frustrated him. They were, after all, in Ii’s domain, and it was foolish of these… interlopers to enter the bowels of his castle, his home, without even asking for his hospitality.

     

    Nicholotti: Let's work the problem. What do we know, and what do we think we know?

     

    Ii Naosuke: Have you no honour?! You will face me when you speak. You all trespass on my domain.

     

    The group huddled and whispered in hushed tones as if contemplating their next move and Ii observed closely. Some of them seemed dressed… strangely, one was dressed much like the Europeans he had passingly spoken to and heard of, and another had… odd ridges on the bridge of his nose. The other two seemed normal for the most part. 

     

    After a few moments he took a step downwards into the room, tugging on the hilt of his katana and half pulling the blade from its heavy sheath.

     

    Ii Naosuke: You cowardly foreigners conspire amongst yourselves, and you do no acknowledge and bow before he, who is in your presence?

     

    Silveira: My Lord, you have been provided with false information. I am not a baka gaijin. I am Vitor Silveira. Count of Marmelos and I assure you neither my servants ::he gestured to Jor and Tib.:: nor my wife ::he gestured to Kali:: have done anything dishonorable or wrong.

     

    Silveira: I do not wish to insult you, but those accusations stain my honor. And that is something both your people and mine take in the highest account.  But out of respect for you I might consider it as a misguided act.

     

    There was a pause in Ii’s thought process. This foreigner spoke perfectly in such a way that had caught the Damoyo completely off guard. 

     

    Ii Naosuke: You have entered my castle, my home without my acknowledgement. I wish to know what ‘misguided’ act caused you to do so. After all, it is difficult to miss where my domain starts and ends.

     

    Nicholotti / Tiberius: Response.

     

    Etan: My master speaks the truth, My Lord. ::beat:: We have no reason to seek a  quarrel with you. ::he said with a low bow. He didn’t know why exactly he did so, but it seemed to feel right.:: We were set upon during our journey last night and brought to this… place.

     

    Silveira: Response.

     

    Ii Naosuke: How? Did you wander in, caught in some drunken stupor?

     

    Nicholotti / Tiberius: Response.

     

    Etan: If you will permit me, my lord, might I enquire as to where we are? We are most disorientated. ::he waved a hand towards the Commodore and Tiberius.::

     

    Silveira: Response.

     

    Now the gears were really beginning to turn. These people seemed genuinely confused as to where they were, and that only seemed to rile up Ii even more. Either he was being made a fool of by some practical joke, or his guards were so incompetent, that four drunk foreigners managed to sneak into the very base of his castle without so much as turning a head. He returned his weapon into the sheath, but still kept a hand on the hilt.

     

    Ii Naosuke: You’re in Edo Castle. The beating heart of my domain.

     

    Nicholotti / Tiberius: Response.

     

    Etan: The people of… Marmelos- ::he looked to Sil with deference, hoping that he had gotten the name of the place he had said correct:: -have no desire to interfere with the cultural affairs of your people, My Lord. We simply wished to view your… domain.

     

    Silveira: Response.

     

    Ii Naosuke: And yet, do the people of Marmelos view status as nothing but a floor to walk on? 

     

    Nicholotti / Tiberius: Response.

     

    Ii Naosuke: This… ‘Marmelos’ this is from Europe, correct?

     

    Etan / Nicholotti / Silveira / Tiberius: Response?

     

    Ii Naosuke: Then give me one reason why I shouldn’t simply cut you all down as we speak?

     

    Etan / Nicholotti / Silveira / Tiberius: Response?


     

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    Ii Naosuke

    Daimyō of Hikone

    Tairō of the Tokugawa shogunate

     

    As Written by…

     

    Lieutenant Hallia Yellir

    Chief Engineer

    USS Excalibur-A

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  9. It's April, it's Spring (at least in the northern hemisphere) and it's starting to warm up (again, only for those of us up north). This means only one thing to many people - birth, growth, renewal. All of this can be summed up in the Christian celebration of Easter - the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus. To many who celebrate (and a lot of people who, like myself, don't), Easter is symbolised in the form of an Easter egg.

     

    Now we could have asked you all about your favourite forms of chocolate (correct answer: all) and maybe we'll do that next year, but instead we thought we'd ask about that other type of Easter egg - the in-joke, the reference, the little nugget of gold that's only there waiting for the fans to leap upon and write about on countless internet forums... And our Discord, of course.

     

    Fair Warning: This post contains some spoilers for the new series of Star Trek: Discovery, Picard, and Star Trek: Lower Decks. We have warned you!

     

    The most recent, and arguably the greatest Easter egg ever made by anyone ever (because it references my favourite Star Trek film) was the momentary reoccurrence of Kirk Randolph Thatcher in Picard. He originally played the "Punk Dude" who is accosted by Kirk and Spock in the masterpiece film, The Voyage Home, and memorably appears in the Picard episode "Watcher".

     

     Another little Easter egg is the delightful appearance of the famous Vasquez Rocks in pretty much every episode of the Original Series, as well as many other appearances in plenty of other Trek series (and a few other non-Trek films and TV shows including the A-Team, the Muppet Movie and the live action Flintstones).

     

    The one that cannot go without mentioning is the use of Majel Barrett-Roddenberry as the voice of the computer in almost every series since the Next Generation; for me, when I write my sims I can always hear her responses as the computer. It's like she's still with us every time.

     

    Who hasn't simmed their character climbing through the Jefferies tubes on board their ship? Those maintenance crawl spaces have more in common with the nautical vessels, where space is at a premium and tubes are the way forward. These maintenance shafts on board our starships are named Jefferies Tubes, after the Starfleet Engineer W.M. Jefferies, who was named in homage to the real designer of the original Enterprise - Matt Jefferies!

     

    And of course, absolutely every episode of Lower Decks features a ridiculous amount of Easter eggs in every scene, and to list them here would take up an entirely new poll! But suffice to say, I'm going to pick my favourite, which is the  only canon appearance of the Spock Helmet toy from the 60s in Ensign Mariner's stash of contraband.

     

    But what's your favourite? One of the above, or a completely different egg altogether? I'm egg-cited to hear your answers!

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  10. @Etan Iljoralways plumbs some fascinating depths when exploring emotions, and this one is no exception. 


    (( Ship’s Library, U.S.S. Excalibur ))


    In the fourteen or so months since he had been assigned to the U.S.S. Resolution (and subsequently the Excalibur), Iljor had found himself utterly intimidated by Commander Addison MacKenzie. She was one of the most forthright people Iljor had ever met and carried herself with a sternness that reminded Iljor of several of his strict professors at Starfleet Academy. Meidra had often spoken about the XO’s dressing downs and had also been present for many disapproving looks and comments. In short, Iljor prayed frequently to The Prophets never to get on the wrong side of his imperious superior. So far, he had been doing well.


    As MacKenzie lowered herself into the chair opposite his own, Iljor hoped that she was not about to grill him on the subject of his reading matter. Fortunately, she seemed to ignore the fact that he had been reading what amounted to poorly written Klingon erotica (indeed, it was more comical and - in places - disturbing than erotic).


    MacKenzie: I think you had attempted to engage in a fairly important ethical conversation, but your timing was perhaps… poorly chosen.


    Drawing a breath, Iljor nodded his head embarrassed. She was, as usual, correct. Attempting to debate the ethical implications of their efforts to remove technology from the Demesian people in the middle of what had amounted to a jail break had not been one of his finest nor well chosen moments. He had not planned to do so but had found himself unable to stop himself.


    Etan: I see. ::he said, slowly.:: I guess bringing that up in the middle of breaking somebody out of an asylum wasn’t the best time. ::he admitted.:: How is Tina, if I may ask? ::he added a moment later.


    The fate of Tina Kuppasoop had been playing on his mind ever since the Excalibur had retrieved him, Karrod and Sil from the emergency shelter a dozen or so kilometers outside of Jupe. Since their second return to the ship aboard the Gawain, Iljor had left a polite request for updates from the ship’s medical staff- but nothing had come of it.


    The shake of MacKenzie’s head and the looks of concern that etched itself across her face told Iljor everything that he needed to know.


    MacKenzie: I don’t have an answer. She is… not well. She looks like Tina Kuppasoup, but she insists that she is someone called Mary Daniel. There is no evidence in her file of any kind of multiple-personality disorder, and even if there were, there’s no evidence of multiple personalities at this point… ::she paused briefly, long enough for her eyebrow to rise:: only one. 


    Iljor nodded sadly. It was an awful situation with very little ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ to borrow from an expression from MacKenzie’s homeworld. From the sound of it, there was little that the medical department could do and that psychological services would need to intervene. Unfortunately that might prove difficult.


    Etan: Oh dear. ::he said, after a moment of reflection.:: It is just our luck that our counseling department is… lacking.


    Iljor pursed his lips slightly in annoyance. That Meidra Sirin would transfer to the Gorkon without warning in the middle of a shift was unfortunate. Although he was not about to stop his friend from doing what she felt was important for her career- that she had not even bothered to say goodbye had stung Iljor. He was supposed to be her best friend, after all. He knew he was probably reading far too much into the situation and tiredness was probably influencing his emotion- but it felt as though she had simply discarded their friendship in the name of advancing her career.


    Etan: oO I guess you just don’t know somebody like you think you do. Oo ::he mused, recognising the bitterness of the thought.::


    MacKenzie: It is an… annoyance that our chief counselor chose this time to make such an abrupt departure. Timeliness and consideration were never the Vulcan’s strong suits, in my opinion.


    Iljor nodded in agreement. As much as he cared for Meidra, the XO was right. Her enmity for the Excalibur’s former head of mental health services had been known to most aboard. That MacKenzie could work with Meidra despite her dislike was something that Iljor could respect- but also led him down an unwanted path: did she like Iljor or did she hold him in resentment? The fact that he couldn’t tell was another reason why she intimidated him so.


    Etan: I’m not going to disagree with that. ::he said, quietly.::


    MacKenzie: At any rate, no sense in worry about things we can’t change for the moment. I’m sure Commander Adea and the others are more than capable of figuring out just what’s going on with her. If I recall correctly, you started to ask me about the ethical implications of what we were doing on Demes II, but you never really got to finish your inquiry. Is that a conversation you’re interested in having?


    Iljor straightened in the chair, feeling his shoulders tense in anticipation. He bobbed his head slowly to indicate his willingness to pick up their conversation from the asylum.


    Etan: I’d… like that, yes.


    MacKenzie: Response.


    Iljor put his hands on the desk in front of him, intertwining his fingers as he did so. He took several moments to compose his thoughts and drew in a breath.


    Etan: My concern is that what we’re doing is papering over the cracks. ::beat:: The Demesians have grown used to using Starfleet technology and they’ve shown a… startling aptitude for reverse engineering it. I mean, I read your reports: they managed to create their own approximation of an industrial replicator. If we take away this technology, we risk affecting their culture just as much Regillensis did when he abandoned that listening post.


    MacKenzie: Response.


    Etan: I don’t think removing the technology is the answer. The cultural contamination and damage to Demesian society is done. Short of going back in time and making sure the Rampart never visits the planet- we cannot change what happened. I think we have a fundamental responsibility to help these people adjust to a new phase of their development. 


    To do anything else felt like covering up Regilensis’ crimes- and Iljor was worried that was exactly what Starfleet Intelligence and Starfleet Command were trying to do. Both departments had a frightening number of skeletons in their respective closets but in recent years there had been a fundamental shift in their approach to their litanies of renegade officers. Instead of being open and honest with the citizens of the galaxy and working to better themselves, Starfleet had taken to coverups and deflection. 


    MacKenzie: Response.


    Etan: I won’t disagree that the Demesians were not ready for Starfleet technology but they have it. I’m not suggesting nothing so grandiose as bringing them into the Federation, maybe something more akin to what Second Contact crews do. Help make them sense of what has happened and prepare them for whatever lies ahead. ::he sighed, unsure of whether he was making sense or not.:: Am I making sense?


    MacKenzie:


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    Lieutenant Etan Iljor

    Chief Science Officer

    USS Excalibur

    NCC - 41903 - A

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  11. We've had a right old journey in this mission, and apart from the excellent Mary Daniel, we've had an unsung hero written by @Karrod Niac who's final sim here is a beaut. I can even forgive the ENT reference.

     

    ((The Outskirts of Yanthi Village, A Simple Tent))

    It had been days since the strangers had so abruptly departed her city but they had left behind ideas that were as indelible as the scars on her hands.  She regarded them as the wind whipped around her tattered home, so far from the Emberhearth and all she had known only a short time and whole lifetimes ago.  Her mottled hands had once been a mark of pride, of her faith, devotion and piety.  Now they looked ugly, the relic of a foolish devotion that she could no longer fathom.  The wind picked up and cut through the tent like a chill knife, finding her and her small fire, wrapping her in a bitter cold that threatened to steal the breath from her lungs.  

    She had returned to the Emberhearth after the strangers had vanished but the place that had once so filled her with warmth and purpose seemed entirely devoid of both.  She tried to explain what she had seen and been told to the Upper Cleric but he had called her addled and, when she would not recant, had the skraats of the Morality Patrol strip her of her few vestments and eject her from the village as either a heretic or a lunatic.  Practically speaking there was little difference in their eyes.  Ulst had once looked to them for kindness and guidance but in her hour of greatest need she'd found only cruelty and small minded fear.  Rather than listen to her or inspect their own beliefs, they had cast her out into the cold, never to return.  They assumed the frost would put an end to her 'ravings,' but Ulst Rekaa had survived the frost before and would not be a victim to it now.  Not when she had such truth to guide her.  

    She realized after the first horrible night that her ejection had been a blessing in disguise.  Had she remained in the Emberhearth she would've come to doubt her own mind, setting aside that which she had seen and known to be true for the comfortable illusions of the Ember.  She'd known so many to do so, even taught and guided so many in the means of doing so that she knew well it's seductive power.  After a time it would've consumed her truth and she would have remained small, and unimportant, and quiet.  Now she would be so much more.  

    The flap of the tent opened and the first of her new disciples entered cautiously.  Ty'sen, the largest man in the village and the strong right arm of the Morality Patrol himself, had been greatly troubled by their shared strange evening.  Though he had awoken with barely an injury minutes after the strangers had departed, the memory of their might and fury lingered in him.  A man who had never known defeat before, who had never known fear before, had tasted of both.  He needed truth to make that bitterness palatable and had come to Ulst for it.  Others came as well...some who had been there that night.  Others who had seen the odd goings on in Yanthi in the weeks leading up to that night outside the barn.  They knew not what had happened but were no longer satisfied, if they ever had been, with the Emberhearth's narrow philosophy.  Within a span of minutes there were nearly a dozen in the small tent, huddled for warmth and sharing food, drink and blankets with one another in a charitable display.  It was affirming to all she had done so far and spoke of all she would do in the days, months and years ahead.  For she had been Blessed...and now she must share the great truth with as many as she could.  The travelers settled and even the wind quieted as Ulst stood and looked to each face with a passionate glint in her eye.  

    Ulst:  Brothers...sisters.  You risk much to come here, yet you do so gladly because you are brave.  You are wise to doubt, clever to listen and noble to spread the Truth to others.  Our congregation has grown so much already that we will soon need to find a new meeting place.  But we'll discuss that at the end of our evening.  First though, let us begin what we came here to do.  

    To a one her flock stepped outside the tent and into the chill night air, turning their faces skyward.  It was hours pre-dawn and her tent was situated on an outcropping on one of the tallest hills in the area.  The view below was of nearly undifferentiated white but skyward, when the clouds shifted just right, there was the new Enormity.  It took her breath every time she looked upon it now and she wondered how its magnificence could've gone so unnoticed before.  Delicate motes of light against the unfathomable deepness of shaded blue and darkest black.  Tears of joy froze to her cheeks as she looked upon it and she knew she was not alone in it.

    Ulst:  Look upon the Enormity and let your hearts be glad, brothers and sisters, for what is our First Great Truth?  

    Ulst spoke in unison with all assembled.  

    All:  We are not alone!

    Ulst:  Though we struggle, though we suffer, there are those among the deepness who are friends to us.  And that is the Second Great Truth!  

    Again, they spoke as one.  

    All:  They have come unto us!

    Ulst:  Yes my friends, yes!  They have come unto us, hidden among us, to learn and do justice, but not to harm.  For that is not their way.  No, theirs is a way of service!  Theirs is the path to righteousness!  

    It was the Third and Fourth Great Truth.  

    All:  For They Are Just!  They Are Righteous!  

    Ulst:  And we must prepare ourselves for their return, my friends.  We know not when but we know that they are watching and waiting, their hand ever gentle, guiding us ever towards them.  So live justly!  Harm none!  Move and act with deftness and in secret until the day comes when they return!  And how shall we know them, friends?

    All:  It Points the Way To the Stars!  

    Ulst knelt and began drawing against a large stone nearby.  Her mutilated fingers traced the lines from memory now, wet snow contrasting against the light stone in the torchlight.  Though they had tried to hide it from her she had seen this symbol upon their strange devices and others had seen it upon magical machines brought to the village foundry.  It was their mark, their symbol, and she would ensure all her people knew it so they'd be welcomed upon their return.  She stood back and the congregation grew silent, following the flowing lines to the sharp point at it's zenith, pointing towards the stars above.  She did not know it was called the Delta, or what Starfleet was, but she knew this symbol meant divinity and it would on her world forever more.  

    [End for Ulst Rekaa!]

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    Ulst Rekaa
    First Prophet of the Enormity
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