Samira Neathler

🤣Typical Bear. @Jo Marshall

Congrats and welcome to the fleet.

@Quinn Reynolds Or toss them over the gap with her Romulan strength. 😄

Congrats and welcome to the fleet.

Auw, touchy @Vylaa. ((Unknown Location, Rogue World)) Rosenblatt: Ark’Va is bringing your friends. If you’ll excuse me, I have some duties to attend to. Eileen slowly made her way through the shelters after leaving the new arrivals, her previously normal strides now reduced to short, shuffling steps, her limbs now feeling the weak achiness that now followed on the heels of exertion. She smiled and held up a hand of greeting to a small group of friends, but said nothing; her breaths were coming in short gulps and she needed every bit of air to make it to her quarters. The path ahead seemed to stretch in her mind, like space just before just before going to warp. A sixty meter walk seemed like a kilometer. She tired easily, forcing several rest stops where she watched her friends and their families go about their day. This was nothing new to the aging human, it often took her longer than it used to to make this walk. Buros had often implored her to start using a cane, saying it would make her daily rounds far easier, less tiring. He’d even handmade a lovely looking walking stick for her, but stupid vanity had meant it remained propped against a wall of their shared home. After a seeming eternity she reached their door and pushed the panel of woven tree branches aside before ducking inside. She took a brief moment to adjust to the pale glow from the shroomlights before sitting on the lone bed along the back wall. The single room was sparsely furnished, just some rough wooden shelves attached to the ad hoc walls made from a mix of old landing craft panels and planks of wood. They didn’t need anything else. Unlike many of the others, they hadn’t been blessed with children, so a second room hadn’t been needed. Not that she and Buros hadn’t wanted children, but consecutive miscarriages had taught them the hard way that it wasn’t in the cards. So Eileen had put her energy into other peoples children; making sure they were fed and clothed, happy and safe. That was how she’d found purpose in their unintended exile. She turned to one of the smaller shelves, over the bed, once her breathing returned to normal. She took down various bowls containing medicinal plants foraged from the planet. She began adding small amounts to a cup of water kept by the bed, feeling much like a witch brewing a potion. A touch of this, a dash of that… All she needed was a bit of eye of newt. The resulting concoction tasted as fowl as such a witches brew must surely taste, but it helped her condition, made it easier to get through the day without a vise squeezing her chest. She made a face. The concoction defied getting used to, like drinking mud. The door creaked aside again, and Buros peeked in before entering. His tall frame almost didn’t fit inside and his greying hair almost brushed the ceiling. He sat by Eileen’s side and took the cup from her hands and glanced at the undissolved dregs of her medicine left behind at the bottom. Ghamaar: We need to get you off this planet… Eileen glanced at the door. Rosenblatt: I won’t leave them behind… Eileen Rosenblatt and Buros Ghamaar Simmed by Ensign Vylaa zh'Tisav Engineering Officer USS Gorkon

Someone doesn't like the strangers 😄 @Bryce Tagren-Quinn

Lena is on a roll it seems. 😁 @Quinn Reynolds

Congrats Ensign S'Raga, welcome to the fleet.

Congrats you two, well done and welcome to the fleet. 😄

@Vylaa 😁 Could land the shuttle on the shooters instead. 😉

Oh, I remember something. There was also Nella Daren, sharing their love for music and well... Still going for the chemistry between Picard & Beverly though.

@Tahna Meru Hah. 😂 Tahna: I’m cross-checking the data we have with other rogue and recently-disappeared planets. Honestly, how do you lose a whole planet? Under less serious circumstances, she might have laughed. She imagined a lonely Starfleeter at an isolated research outpost, face awash with confusion. “Hey, anyone seen Barnard 563b lately? I took a nap and it seems to have wandered off.”

Congrats Ensign and welcome to the fleet. 🥳

Thank you for the chuckle, @Jo Marshall

Congrats Ensign and welcome to the fleet.

I'm certain that in some other Universe Jo is doing exactly that. 😁 @Jo Marshall

I see our ’new’ ensign will fit right in with our crew. 😆 (( Shuttle Bay, USS Gorkon )) Ten steps, turn, ten steps, turn. The shuttle had docked 15 minutes ago, and Asra was pacing the shuttle bay. From zer approach, ze could see that apparently the majority of the crew were milling about outside the ship, which seemed like a strange life choice but Asra was aware that schooling rarely matched practice. Still, ze was *fairly* sure the crew were supposed to be on the INSIDE of the ship, not the outside. Ten steps, turn, ten steps, turn. Lil Claw: You don't have to wait for anyone. Asra: I'm not waiting. I'm pacing. Lil Claw: Ask the ship where the captain is... Asra: Admiral Lil Claw: ... and it will tell you. You know this. You've been rehearsing it for the past three hours. Asra: What if she hates me? Lil Claw: she won't. Asra: But what if she DOES? Lil Claw: Then you can stay in your quarters and dangle a piece of string above me. I'll roll on my back and bat at it. It will be adorable. She stopped pacing. Asra: It WOULD be adorable. Lil Claw: Also, I can't talk, so don't talk to me. Asra: Right. Lil Claw: Mew? Asra: Excellent point. Lil Claw: Mrrp. Moving carefully so as to not dislodging the kitten from zer shoulder -- or worse, cause it to dig in for stability -- ze picked up her bag and put it on zer other shoulder. One more check that her uniform was in place. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Asra: Computer, locate Admiral Reynolds. (( Saucer Section Exterior Hull, USS Gorkon )) Nope. Being on the outside of the hull didn't make more sense when ze was there instead of just looking. oO If I could find where the field controls are, I could murder the entire crew by disabling.... oh,crap, I hope there aren't any telepaths in the crew. HI TELEPATHS I WAS NOT PLANNING TO MURDER THE CREW I AM JUST CONCERNED FOR SHIP SAFETY. Oo Deep breath in. Wince slightly while Lil Claw climbs up onto zer head for a better view. Deep breath out. Ze scanned the crew for the Admiral; not exactly the easiest to spot, but ... was that her partner? Ze made her way towards them, trying not to draw too much attention to zerself. Yes -- there she was. Talking to a few people. Command staff. Well. Now or never. Asra: Admiral, Ensign Asra, reporting for duty. Ze gave a crisp salute only marred slightly by the kitten batting at her hand as she did. Reynolds: Response Asra: Sorry for interrupting, I had been told to report to you first thing on arrival. I assume they MEANT to add, unless she's at a party outside the ship, then you can wait until after, but they didn't, and so, um, hello. ::Ze gave a weak grin:: Reynolds/Brunsig/Sevo/Marshall: Response Lil Claw: Mow. -- Ensign Asra Sec/Tac Officer O238601KG0

Great job all, congrats and welcome to the fleet. Holler of you need any help.

Well done and congrats. Welcome back to the fleet.

Congrats and welcome to the fleet.

Auw. @Jo Marshall ((Personal Quarters, USS Gorkon)) Despite living in space for numerous years of his life, Chris still found waking up in the middle of the night oddly satisfying. Black space outside of their window, the quiet hush of the starship, the thrumming of the engine beneath his feet, and the tranquillity of it all leant a serenity to it. Like a chaotic explosion of silence where it could be as loud as an actual explosion when it wanted to be. Lay in bed, he stared up at the curved ceiling above them, listening to the soft, gentle noises of Valesha breathing beside him. They'd had easier times, and without a doubt, they'd had worse ones, and maybe still worse ones to come. But the last few had torn a shred out of the young Russian in ways he couldn't quite explain. His best friend, the most Vulcan of Vulcans, had accused his wife, the woman he loved beyond all else, of trying to murder everyone on the starship they called home. Moving as slowly as he could manage, he dropped a bearded, delicate kiss on Valesha's warm forehead. Though she'd found sleep eventually—the three of them had curled on the sofa, enjoying the comforting presence of their tribe and the intimacy it afforded—Chris knew the torrent of thoughts would be twirling in her mind, pirouetting through memories of what happened in the laboratory, and if she had missed anything vitally significant, like the burning desire to set the laboratory ablaze in a fiery inferno. Worry deepened the crevice between his eyebrows as he turned, setting his feet down on the floor and his hands running over his face, through his hair. Desperation kindled low in his gut; the need to protect his family, to be the shield between Valesha and Vorin, all the while unable to reconcile the accusor with his friend. They were not the same man. They couldn't be the same man. A small, radiating rumble tumbled out of the basket beside their bed—their daughter awake, maybe sensing his mood, feeling the vibrations of his turmoiled emotions on the air. Not loud enough to wake Valesha, not strong enough to be a real cry for attention, but a grousing noise, reaching for what she didn't know how to explain yet. Chris stood, his ballerino feet flexing into the lush carpeting as he padded around to their protesting baby. Her tiny arms stretched up over her head, legs tried to kick at the covering beneath her, lips pushing at an invisible source of food. Seeing her little face brought a wide grin to his and he scooped her up gently to his shoulder, his hands almost as big as her body, cradling her head in his palm. C. Sienelis: There we go, krasivaja. You hungry, huh? Definitely my daughter if you're ready for a midnight snack. Noises emanating from the infant made his heart twist, to think they'd waited for her to come into the universe, watched her grow and take shape, and felt her move and wriggle before she was born. It wouldn't be long before she could crawl, walk, talk, and start taking over the galaxy piece by piece. Until then, she was the grousing baby on his shoulder with tiny fingernails trying to find purchase on his bare skin, and looking at her mother with the same kind of green eyes that Chris did at a full stack of blini. His eyes followed, resting on his sleeping partner, affection brimming in ways that twisted his core beautifully. Love curled around his spine; love for who she was, love for her bravery, her courage, her softness, her endless sarcasm… Their little girl made her presence known once more, this time a little louder, accompanied by a deeper breath through tiny nostrils inflating tiny lungs. With a nuzzled kiss on his daughter's cheek as they walked into the living room, Chris whispered into her tiny ear. C. Sienelis: Let's give her another few minutes. Mama's earned it, don't you think? -- PO First-Class Christopher Sienelis Operations Officer USS Gorkon

Congrats and welcome to the fleet.

Congrats all.

Congratulations all.

Congrats all.