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Mmmmm. I do love my mochtajinos.

Neshala [Showcase Only] Dr Elizabeth Weir: “I just found out that science fiction isn’t fiction and… I don’t know what’s scarier, the fact that this is all true, or the fact that you’re telling me.”

Denali Station's theme for this year is "Stargate: Denali" We currently have a full-time crew of 10, with two secondaries (both part-time [Neshala - Showcase only] and K'Nori). 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.

I love this MSNPC written by @Dekas already. Looks to be very interesting.

This one by @Esa_Darkkdust speaks for itself 🤣

Have to add this with the one above. It's just too much 😂

Says @Oddas Aria to the Ferengi arms dealer and Cardassian extremist on the heels of a building exploding and collapsing for unknown reasons. 🤣

Congratulations and welcome/welcome back to the Fleet! You both did great during training and I am excited to be able to continue writing with you both.

Okay, I put this in the Chin'toka's quote forum, but as I kept reading this thing just kept getting funnier and funnier. Well done @Noa T'Nessa Levinson ((Corridor, Deck 10, USS Chin’toka)) Levinson: Out of the way! Move! Noa was doing her best not to outright shout as she was running in the corridors. She didn’t really have time to think of a plan on how to contain what she was chasing, with how quickly it moved. She was just monitoring an experiment of part of the science department’s latest attempts at creating a rubber-like material, ensuring it was much more elastic and durable than rubber. It definitely had its uses - such as absorbing shocks in lieu of inertial dampeners, but still being in the testing phase, the sample was held inside a level 9 forcefield and spherical in shape for easier measurements. What couldn’t be anticipated, however, was that Crewman Pics’s instruction to display the data on a nearby monitor would be interpreted by the computer as "disable the forcefield around the obviously active experiment". Long story short, what was quite possibly the bounciest bouncy ball in Federation history was now bouncing amok around deck 10. After notifying relevant personnel and realizing the ball was moving way too quickly for the transporter rooms to possibly get a lock on it, Noa started bolting after the ball as a few other members of her staff split off to see if they could corner it… or something. Soon enough, she managed to start closing the gap towards the bouncy ball, before noticing it was headed in what looked to her as right for Captain Delano’s head. Levinson: ::With the slightest hint of panic in her voice:: Captain, move aside! Now! Fortunately, the ball just barely missed him and kept bouncing uninterrupted along the corridor. Mei’konda: Response She took that opportunity to stop running and catch her breath. That was… genuinely tiring. She wasn’t used to this amount of exercise. Especially not in her uniform. Levinson: ::Visibly exhausted:: Are you alright, sir? Mei’konda: Response Noa eventually managed to catch her breath and speak more than a few words per breath, and spoke. Levinson: A really bouncy bouncy ball. A computer malfunction disabled its containing forcefield mid-experiment. Mei’konda: Response Levinson: I am aware it may be much, but can I ask for your help in… containing it, please? Mei’konda: Response -- Lieutenant Noa T'Nessa Levinson Chief Science Officer USS Chin'toka E239701NL0

I'm slain. I'm just slain. 🤣🤣

I'm not sure who to credit for these comedic computer responses, but based on the OOC, I suspect it was @Noa T'Nessa Levinson. But @Esa_Darkkdust did a great job too. Well done overall! ((OOC: I’d like to personally thank Noa for finding the most random responses to my queries so that I could scramble them.)) ((Computer Core Main Access, Deck 12, USS Chin’toka)) While not normally her area of responsibility as Operations Chief, she had been involved with several of the major updates to the computer system Starfleet periodically issued since the Chin’toka’s launch. Naturally, when the latest update had crossed her desk, mere hours after arriving back on board, she’d simply picked up the job of installing it and ensuring it ran correctly and continued on her merry way. This was her first mistake. In the small print, at the end of the update readme, were the words “Do not use in conjunction with Bio-Neural Gel Pack Revision 13.1”. These words fell by the wayside as Esa set about installing the update, which completed, seemingly successfully. Now, hours later, she was laying flat on her back, tools in hand, buried under looms of cabling from the inside of the main computer access panel as she attempted to correct her mistake. Kiax: Computer, status report. Computer: Contest of Fedevision Betazed. Song winner 2394 is the ::uncomfortably long pause:: The Esa punched the underside of the console. Kiax: Stupid machine! As expected, the computer was still broken. The update had scrambled the core’s AI speech recognition and vocalisation subroutines, causing it to simply reply with, effectively, unrelated gibberish. Despite attempting to uninstall the update and subsequently performing a system-wide rollback, the error had persisted – requiring a manual fix. Which, by every account, was incredibly frustrating. If it wasn’t fixed before the end of the Captain’s sanctioned shore leave period, they’d have to end up in drydock, and Esa was not about to be responsible for that level of delay. She wiped a blackened-with-dirt hand across her sweat covered brow, leaving a streak across her forehead, and set about recalibrating the circuits once more. As she poked and prodded, she kept talking to the computer, much like a brain surgeon would with a patient, to ensure that whatever she did didn’t cause any unintentional side effects. Kiax: Computer, count from one to three. Computer: high cheese, tomatoes, is of ingredients, oven. origin dough a usually and in temperature, round, wood-fired other a Pizza Italian then a consisting various baked topped wheat-based of a flat often base at is leavened with which of traditionally dish oO Good lord. It’s completely lost its marbles. Oo Esa sighed, and continued working. Minutes turned into hours, and before she knew it, it was almost time for a duty shift swap. This problem needed fixing, and it needed fixing now. Kiax: Computer, are you okay? Computer: Please question the restate... She paused, and quirked an eyebrow. Kiax: Computer, can you tell me where we are? Computer: Beta Par'tha, Quadrant Expanse Well, at least it was now understanding the questions… But the sentences were still scrambled. A couple more tweaks with the processing matrix and things, she supposed, should be back to normal. Kiax: Computer, is the comms system functioning correctly? Computer: thin made tin. also is Tin spelled tinfoil, of a foil, foil Or not. As the case may be. Assuming that was, in fact, an affirmation of the comms system being active, she tapped her combadge and hoped for the best. With nothing but the usual active line chirp, Esa sighed with relief and spoke. Kiax: Commander Kiax to Ensigns One Zero One and Zero Zero Zero? 101 & 000: Response Kiax: I’m down in the main computer core access and… Well, I’ve uhh… ::Beat:: I’ve broken it. We’ve not met, but I hear you’re quite competent with electronics and programming… Care to help me get the old girl back to fighting form? 101 & 000: Response Kiax: Acknowledged, Kiax out. Well, at least there was hope. In the mean time, however… A few more tweaks… Kiax: Computer, what is the current stardate? Computer: majority letter of the in the these are languages The not Q from English, English not English In followed are anglicised usually Hebrew, letter Chinese, by the is sound a some found other alphabet, or Inuktitut, but exceptions. Q do representing there with Arabic, use that U, Yeah… She should wait for the experts… Lieutenant Commander Esa Kiax Chief Operations Officer USS Chin’toka – NCC 97187 A239511ED0

OMG!! @Noa T'Nessa Levinson totally Raga'd a tricorder!!

I'm always impressed with @Noa T'Nessa Levinson's ability to write Treknobabble, and to make it sound totally reasonable and logical. Here are a couple of great examples:

I second this thought. While the writers clearly meant for there to be a dynamic between Picard and Crusher -- and in All Good Things we learn that they got married at some point in the future, I never personally felt it beyond a sense of regret of what could have been. But when Vash came on the scene I could totally sense the chemistry between them. And who can forget the whole Robin Hood schtick in Q-pid?

A nice, subtle shout-out to the James Bond series from @Oddas Aria Bond. James Bond.

I mean, the whole thing was great, but this section really had me rolling on the floor earlier today:

@TLea beat me to it. I absolutely loved this one too. Well done @Dekas

Actually, that was part 2, but it might have gotten mislabeled. It was really fun writing it with @Lael Rosek-Skyfire. I am really curious to see how @John Kendrick responds, though! 😂

Congratulations @Krik You did great and welcome to the fleet!

Just ... it's just too much 🤣 I absolutely love @TLea 's thought processes... btw ... It was probably Karise's idea... just sayin' 😆

And this description from @TLea also had me near to tears... Poor lime Jell-O. Always gets a bad rap 😂

I absolutely love the sass of this character. She became an instant hit with me from the first time I read about her. ((Shuttlebay, Deck 6, USS Juneau)) Frayley: Sure, I’ll give you the tour. Unless you want to do the inspection alone? The woman touched a small device attached to her shoulder. Probably a bodycam or a fancy Federation-tech scanner. Starfleet had the best toys, but from where she stood, the goodies didn’t compensate from the bureaucracy and chain of command. Miller: You may be present, but please make no move to impede my inspection. That was okay in her book. For once, everything was above board. Well… almost everything. Her lips curled upwards into a mischievous smirk. Frayley: Works for me. That being said, I’m not sure of the current legal status of Romulan spirits in Federation space. The gift-wrapped bottle behind the hidden panel in the crew showers is a present from my employer to your Fleet Captain, do you think she’ll get it faster if you impound it and have it sent directly to her office? Miller: Romulan ale is forbidden for sale or distribution within Federation borders. She has started rattling chapter and verse like she didn’t even think about it. Damn, she knew it by heart? Talk about a sad life. Miller: It will need to be impounded, and Fleet Captain Oddas will be informed…who sent the contraband? Cygnian Santa Claus, that’s who. And Naomi was her little helper. Ho, ho, ho. Frayley: :: Shrugging:: Can’t tell you their name, confidentiality clause. But the congratulations card that comes with the bottle is signed, so. Miller: ::more to herself than anyone else:: Fantastic…more ‘paperwork.’ Frayley: You have all my sympathy, fellow sufferer of bureaucracy. oO And if you put it all in a bag, you’ll have gained an empty bag. Oo Miller: Well? Let’s get this show on the road. You are part of the unscheduled part of my day; and my scheduled part is pretty full as it is… Naomi would really have cried for her, but the air conditioning in the shuttle gave her dry eye syndrome. They walked over to the the SEP with long, fast strides, more because of the Fleeter’s pace than anything else. Once they reached the ship’s entrance, she motioned to Naomi with her hand to lead the way. Miller: Well, this should be interesting…You know, I’m curious to see what the inside looks like – somehow, I can’t see whoever decided to go with hot pink as a design esthetic throttling their interior design choices within. I’ll be disappointed if it’s all grey and synth-fabrics inside, ma’am. Fraley: You’ll be disappointed; I redecorated a bit on the first day. The crewwoman sighed as she pulled out a tricorder from her belt. Miller: After you, ma’am. ::motioning to the hatch:: Naomi opened the hatch and led the way inside, flipping the light switch along the way. Fraley: Look, in my defense, I had no idea that the pink furry thing on the main console was decorative, so it was kind of self-defense? And in my opinion, nothing that burns that well under phaser fire should be put inside a starship to begin with. Miller: Response Naomi shrugged. Fraley: It was a Ferengi shuttle to begin with. You can bet that anything that was even latinum-gilded was gone long before it reached the second-hand market, and what was left was either impossible to remove without tearing down the whole hull or too ugly to sell anywhere. Cockpit or cargo holds first? Miller: Response They turned left, and walked a few steps before the mostly-honest freighter captain opened the next door. Fraley: There you go. Mind your head, some switches are positioned in really impractical ways, and I have to redo the whole bloody check-list every time someone bumps into one. Miller: Response Fraley: Hey, you’re welcome to diss my ride, but count your lucky stars that I spaced the fuzzy dice the very second I reached escape velocity. I have pictures that would give PTSD to your counselor’s counselor. Tags/TBC – Naomi Frayley Totally not a smuggler Freighter ship ‘Somebody Else’s Problem’ Simmed by Ensign Kettick Engineering Officer Denali Station G239107LR0

I love this sass, @Kettick!! The whole sim was hilarious and I'll likely post it as well.

Our Captain flexing his claws... Loved it! and in a follow up sim to the same situation...

Oh, this nearly brought tears to my eyes! 🤣