Alieth

we are just a wee little ship @Karrod Niac!

I may have a soft spot for BajCardies. Even more if they are this awesomely written like @LuxaLorana's ((Cargo Bay 5, Deck 11, USS Ronin)) Teryn Lo hadn't moved much since they had brought him here. He preferred to remain anonymous. Not because he was incredibly secretive. He wasn't exciting enough to have secrets. He just liked his own space and the room to observe. He was curious, he'd never been on a Starfleet vessel. He'd never really remembered being on any ship, except the intercolony shuttles, and they had long since given up on space travel. He must have travelled at one point, he wasn't born on Grus Beta Three. His biological mother had told him that. Space. The final frontier they called it. The ship they were on was magnificent. He'd managed to get himself situated near a window on the runabout that had taken them here. Once he'd worked up the courage to open his eyes and the rumbling of the runabout settled after they left the planets atmosphere. The USS Ronin. He couldn't breath as he took the wonder of it. The beauty of her nacelles, the way in which each part of her served its own unique purpose but despite that it all worked as one. A sum of all it's parts. Like him. He was Bajoran. He was Cardassian. He was also an orphan. Of sorts. All of these things, meant that he was alone. Even Mother Emzai hadn't favoured him like she had the others. He asked too many questions. Or maybe he asked the wrong questions. He couldn't quite get it right. He wanted to know things. How they worked. Father Kipal had shown him the secret room below the administrative centre, he said that he'd be important in the experiments. This had caused Mother Emzai to become incredibly angry and she banned him from the building. He never knew what he had done wrong. Now, he just watched as the mounting tensions rose in the cargo bay. At first the Starfleet officers were kind, courteous and respectful. Everyone was grateful to be free of the planet, and then more colonists came. Rumours began to circulate. Mother Emzai had been held at gunpoint by Starfleet, and others had been shot. The planet had been attacked by the Ronin. They were being forcibly removed and held here against their will. Then the gold shirt officers had arrived, with weapons and now the Ronin. This beautiful emblem of safety, had begun to feel like a prison. He wanted to go back home. It was the only place he'd ever felt safe after his mother had abandoned him. She was a Cardassian geneticist, who had worked on the mining project with Father Kipal. Bris: Gorva told me they're going to take you to Cardassia. Teryn hadn't seen the human sidle up next to him. Bris was an orphan like him. Mean spirited in the way that children could be when everyone that was supposed to be kind to them … were never kind. For Bris, it hung around him like a shadow. Teryn was often the butt of his jokes and he figured he should hate Bris, but he understood him. He was angry that they'd been left. As much as Mother Emzai offered a home, and he loved her for that. He always knew that somehow that kindness came with a price and that price meant that one day they'd serve the colony too. Teryn: What are people saying? Really? Bris: :: sighs and shrugs shoulders :: They said that Father Kipal was murdered. :: genuine fear:: I don't know if I believe that. You know people talked about Kipal before. Remember? The screams? Teryn remembered the screams. Pure terror and rage. He still heard them in his nightmares. Kipal would look at them at times, like they were food rather than persons. It made him frightened to sleep. Teryn: Mother Emzai will come. She will explain to Starfleet and they'll let us go. They'll see we're good. :: to Bris :: We're good, right? Bris: I'm human so … maybe I'll be okay. They might take me to Earth or a colony or something. You, I don't know? Bajorans won't want you and the Cardies … well you're mother didn't take you so … maybe they'll put you in a prison or something. Teryn felt the tears begin to form, he touched the Titanium bracelet his mother had given him the night she had left. For him it was a promise, that she'd come for him one day. Bris grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. He nodded towards a group of Starfleet officers, one of them was a giant, colourful bird. Bris: Stop hiding and let's go and find out! Teryn allowed himself to be dragged along. Dekas: I’ve got Dr. Jones on their way to help out in here as well. We need to de-escalate. Tzim-Shah/Solana/Carpenter: Response Dekas: Absolutely. I do think having at least one of you with me might help keep things a little easier with people who are dealing with the anger part of this. Tzim-Shah/Solana/Carpenter/Any Grus Betian NPCs: Respose Bris: :: whispers to Teryn :: De-escalate. They've got the guns :: laughs :: Give me a gun and I'll de-escalate. Teryn: :: fear:: Don't make them angry at us. Another human joined the officers. Dekas: ::to Hiro:: Oh you have no idea how good it is to see you. We need all the help we can get. Teryn thought that the bird man seemed kind. They all did. He wanted to ask the bird man questions, he'd never seen someone … so alien before. Teryn: :: whispers to Bris about Dekas :: What species are they? Bris: You've never seen an Aurelian before? Dumb big birds. My Dad used to fry them for dinner. Delicious. Bris bent over into a bird pose, and begun to flap his arms and squawk out loud. Teryn looks at the alien, his eyes wide in horror. oO please don't shoot us Oo Tzim-Shah/Solana/Carpenter/Jones/Any Grus Betian NPCs: Response Tags/TBC Teryn Lo (14) Grus Beta Three Lt JG Luxa Lorana Science Officer USS Ronin A240004LL2

ah @Toryn Raga there noting core emotions

I'm catching up with this scene after the week ™️ i've dealt with and OH GIRL @LuxaLorana she makes me SHIVER and not precisely in a good way

@Karrod Niac

my GODNESS @VLen Kel

there is so MUCH drama and so MUCH going on in this scene and still @Quentin Beck makes me enjoy every line of his silly self ((Administrators Office, Landing City, Grus Beta Three.)) For a second, Quentin thought maybe the Vulcan couldn't see him, despite the fact they were nose to nose. The readings on his tricorder were going wild - elevated heartbeat, elevated blood pressure, and elevated brain activity that suggested he was actively hallucinating. Frankly, if he hadn't been Vulcan, he would either have been tearing the room to shreds or deep in the thralls of a severe seizure. Emzai: Kipal… Whatever chaotic images he'd been seeing must have snapped into place when he'd heard Emzai say his name because his head snapped to look at her, rather than Quentin. That… didn't make him feel any better, between the readings on the tricorder and the tension in Kipal's shoulders. While Kipal's attention was drawn away, the Doctor dropped his hand towards the pocket holding the hypospray. It would take a helluva sedative to knock the crazed Vulcan out, probably applied a few different times even, but it was better than nothing. He probably would have managed it, too, if Kipal hadn't seemed to make a decision in that moment and grab his shoulders. Quentin tensed, his eyes growing wide as the Vulcan pushed him back towards the wall. He'd almost lost his grip on the tricorder but somehow managed to sustain it, continuing to draw in more and more data regarding his current state, which would only prove useful if he didn't put Quentin through the wall as he seemed to intend. He let out a grunt as his shoulders collided with it, then a soft gasp when he felt pressure against his chest as Kipal pressed a shoulder against it. Beck: ::grunting out under his breath:: I've heard of peer pressure, but this is ridiculous… He was starting to think he should have paid a little more attention in close-quarters combat training back at the Academy, but he'd always struggled with fights that weren't choreographed. He wasn't much of a dancer, either - most of the time he lacked the rhythm many people held naturally. Assuming his heart wasn't pierced by his ribs snapping under Kipal's assault, maybe he'd plan on learning to samba. Kipal: :: struggling :: Emzai … your mind … anger … it's … I had no … I can't She stepped towards him and lay her hand on his side. It didn't seem to do much to quell his anger, though the pressure on his chest released by a fraction. Enough for him to breathe. Emzai: They are going to find out what you've done. What you've been hiding here. What's underneath this city. :: to Beck :: I won't die here or be taken into custody or hunted by the federation. I won't allow that. I won't allow you to ruin his reputation. Kipal: My work … Beck: ::gritting his teeth:: Lady, I couldn't give two farts about what you two have been doing here - that's not my job. All I want to do is help you guys survive. Is that too much to ask? Help me help you, help me help you, help me help– That's what he would have said, anyway, if Kipal hadn't suddenly pulled his shoulders from the wall and lifted him bodily before throwing him higher than he'd been before. He got as far as 'Lady-' before being swept off his feet, and the rest of his train of thought was lost in a wooph once his back hit the wall again and the air was knocked from his lungs. The tricorder hit the floor but remained open and still scanning. He didn't witness the fight, as he was too busy collapsed in a heap on the floor trying to catch his breath. He heard the sound of Kipal and Emzai struggling, heard Drisila's footfalls as she moved to pull Kipal off Emzai. Quentin looked up just in time to see them wrestle to the opposite wall and cheered her on while she took a swing at the Vulcan. Reaching into his pocket to retrieve the hypospray, he leaned his other arm against the wall so he could stand only to have the (thankfully smaller and weaker) Administrator come at him like a bat out of hell and give him a full-on slap across the face. Quentin's jaw tightened and he raised a hand to snag her wrist before she could slap him again. He'd hoped to have time to load the sedative into the hypo, but her hysterics were proving to be a rather stubborn distraction. Emzai: :: tears of rage :: You couldn't just leave us alone! I could've fixed it! I would have made it better, don't you see! The tension ebbed from her shoulders and she dropped to her knees at his feet. Quentin looked over in time to watch Drisila slump to the floor in a similar manner, though with her neck twisted at an impossible angle. Kipal slowly crept away from the Klingon corpse and towards the door before bursting through it and out of view. Emzai: :: panicked tears :: Kipal … don't leave me! Don't leave me alone! Not again, I can't bear it! Emzai followed the Vulcan. As worried as he was about Carpenter and Kos and what Kipal might do to them, his training kicked in immediately. He palmed the hypospray and darted towards Drisila's body, snatching up the tricorder and saving everything from his scans before clearing the cache. He was not at all surprised to find it was too late. If they'd been on the Ronin and in Sickbay, maybe he could have done something for her, but… Beck: ::sighing:: Sorry about the resting lIch-face thing. He suddenly felt very stupid when it came to the death rituals of other cultures. He knew there was supposed to be some kind of special ritual for Klingons, but he had no idea how to perform it. He studied her open eyes intently, which looked… shocked, if accepting. Then he closed them and muttered something under his breath about her having gone with honor. Unsure what to do next, Quentin glanced at the open door to the room when he heard his name, then back at the chair and torn bindings on the floor. There were green stains on the rope, on the floor, on the bedding - Vulcan blood, from the looks of it. Loading up the scans he'd been taking of Kipal, he adjusted a few settings and scanned the different marks. There were varying levels of maleconite poisoning, from what he could see, and that kind of build-up in his blood meant Kipal had been hallucinating for… who the hell knew how long? Shaking his head, he closed the tricorder and tucked it back into his pocket before moving to the side of the bed. Now that there was a little more light, he could see a container of some kind stashed underneath the bedframe. Dropping down to one knee, he pulled it out and fiddled with the lock for a moment before smashing the end of the hypo against it to snap it open. Inside were half a dozen full vials of what looked like refined maleconite and another half dozen that were empty. Scowling, he looked up at the door with annoyance before closing the box and tucking it under his arm. There was more going on here than he could have ever imagined. He'd just started for the door again when he heard a sudden crash of glass shattering. Sighing, he loaded up the strongest sedative he could manage with the hypo and darted forward to the door, spotting Carpenter off to one side with… a Romulan holding a sword at her back? What the…? Emzai: :: insane :: Let us go to Kipal's lab. Emzai was halfway between him and Kipal, who was again halfway between him and the XO, who had suddenly arrived out of nowhere looking like something out of a Rambo movie. The Vulcan darted forward to attack Raga with a speed that startled Quentin even now. He grimaced. Raga: By the Branch! What's wrong with him? Beck: He's got maleconite poisoning, for one thing! And he packs a mean punch! Tucker/Dekas/Carpenter/Emzai/Kipal: Response The Vulcan pressed forward again as Raga tried to lock hands with him, a contest of strength and will that Quentin could never have accomplished himself. He shook his head and grimaced again. Raga: We…don’t have time for this! You need..to evacuate! Beck: Sir, I don't mean to undermine you, but I do think we need to see Kipal's lab if that's where he was headed. I think it'll give us the answers Miss Mary Quite Contrary here isn't willing to discuss. I'd say just let him go and I can follow if you guys want to evacuate these idiots. Tucker/Dekas/Carpenter/Emzai/Kipal: Response Beck: ::shrugging off his coat and wrapping up the PADD, tricorder, and box of refined maleconite:: Take this - it's got everything I could find on maleconite, how it's used, and all of the scans I could get of Kirsty and our Vulcan friend. And don't argue with me on this one, sir, we're gonna need a medical officer down here to make sense of any of this crap. ::nodding at Kirsty:: I'd take her with me, though. And a fresh tricorder. Tucker/Dekas/Carpenter/Emzai/Kipal: Response Ensign Quentin Beck Medical Officer USS Ronin NCC-34523 A238810SA0

@Quentin Beck

@Marty Tucker

This sim is SUCH a rollercoaster!!! Awesome @LuxaLorana ((Administrators Office, Landing City, Grus Beta Three.)) Emzai escorted the doctor to the small room adjacent to her office. She opened the door and stepped inside and beckoned the doctor in. The doctor hesitated a moment, and glanced back. He stepped in. Beck: …hello? Kipal? Emzai had known loss in her life. Horrific, destructive loss that most would never be able to sustain. She had witness her children become monsters; who they were had been dissected and pulled apart in front of her very eyes. She has endured, and she had fought to survive and escape the Borg. She sustained herself on the pain, and the fear. It kept her alive. It became an ally, something primal that she could tap into. Eventually she has honed it into a weapon. Cruel, brutal and without mercy she had been forced to use it. Time and again. She could have told them everything when they had come. Except she held on to what was hers. Power, and Kipal's deceit. She wanted to protect him. It was her duty. If only she had more time, she might've been able to hide it all. Those fires had burned more than land, they'd burned a legacy. The truth of a great scientist. Kipal coughed, he hasn't really appeared to notice them at all. Emzai looked to the doctor, her head lowered. She wondered if he'd actually be able to help. She almost reached out to him. Let it all go, released herself from it all. Then what? Kipal would be arrested for his crimes, as would she. Starfleet had determined her guilt almost from the first moment she met Captain Niac and the others. Their suspicions were written all over their arrogant condescension as soon as they had arrived. Emzai stepped closer to Kipal, followed by the doctor. Drisila then slammed the door shut behind them, and the room was plunged into darkness. Emzai listened, she could hear the soft and quick footfalls of the Vulcan she had spent centuries beside. When the doctor turned to look at the tricorder and what was in front of him again, the wild eyes of an aging Vulcan male stared him down almost nose to nose. A moment was all Quentin had to register the bed and chair behind Kipal, the bindings Emzai had used torn to shreds on the floor. He made a fearful and pathetic noise. Emzai felt a sense of pity for the man. He just happened to get in the way. She took no pleasure in this one. Emzai: Kipal… Emzai reached out to the Vulcan. Her hand was shaking. Even Drisila had taken a step back. Kipal's head twisted towards his wife. She could see the recognition in his eyes. He then grabbed Beck and pushed him against the wall. Beck: Response Kipal: :: struggling :: Emzai … your mind … anger … it's … I had no … I can't She stepped towards him and lay her hand on his side. Emzai: They are going to find out what you've done. What you've been hiding here. What's underneath this city. :: to Beck :: I won't die here or be taken into custody or hunted by the federation. I won't allow that. I won't allow you to ruin his reputation. Kipal: My work … Beck: Response Kipal thrust Beck forward and threw him against the wall and turned on his wife then. Emzai tried to fight against him, his strength was too much. Kipal grabbed her throat and pushed her onto the bed. He choked so hard she thought her neck might break. Then he was pulled backwards, it was Drisila. Ever loyal. The Vulcan grabbed at the Klingon, he once called his child, and wrestled against her. He pushed her against the wall, she swung at him and missed. It was futile, Kipal was enraged with a thousand years of repressed anger. Beck: Responses The doctor was trying to get back to his feet. Emzai lunged towards him, and slapped him. Emzai: :: tears of rage :: You couldn't just leave us alone! I could've fixed it! I would have made it better, don't you see! Emzai fell to her knees then as the struggle behind them went quiet. All that was left was Kipal's heavy breaths. Drisila slumped to the floor, lifeless. Beck: Response Kipal slowly, like an animal moved towards the door. Then abruptly he burst through the door into the office and she heard him hit the forcefield that Drisila had been ordered to activate. Emzai: :: panicked tears :: Kipal … don't leave me! Don't leave me alone! Not again, I can't bear it! Something inside had snapped in her. Like a taut rope that had finally given way and the load now tumbled down, and shattered what was left of her in that moment. The doctor made his way to Drisial as Emzai rushed after Kipal. Beck: Response Emzai was stunned to see that the twins has been successful. Kipal leered at them all like a wild animal. Carpenter: What did you do with Beck? And how much is it going to make me want to hurt you? Emzai ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to smooth it down. Regain her composure. She felt it all around her. Coming apart. She let the rage she felt inside begin to fill her heart. No more would she allow them to take what was hers. The Borg. The pirates. The Federation. Starfleet. She'd rather burn in the flames than allow them to take what she had built. Carpenter: I'm done with that. I was done with that even before your goons. Was this all about "healing" your husband? Why even allow us on the planet if you were just going to stonewall us?! Emzai: :: maniacal laugh :: You don't see what's going on do you? You're just a stupid girl from some backwater, reclusive Earthling village. I bet you still hear your mother in your head. Speaking the truth to you. You don't matter. Not here, not anywhere. Kipal: My work … :: breathes in madness :: The Romulan twin, Perin, that held Carpenter shoved his sword against her back. Perin: :: to Emzai :: What now? Emzai let the forcefield fall. Kipal burst forward. At first, he seemed aimless as he collected himself and then he moved with purpose. Decades of habit took over. Emzai indicated to the Romulans to follow him. Emzai: :: insane :: Let us go to Kipal's lab. Carpenter/Kos/Beck: RESPONSE Tags/TBC Administrator Emzai Landing City Grus Beta Three A240004LL2 -- Lt JG Luxa Lorana Science Officer USS Ronin A240004LL2

My level of love for the deep this character has, increase with every sim. I love Emzai and how she is the main character of her own story (( OOC - This is a long one, but I wanted to include the flashback scene)) ((Outside the Administration Center, Landing City, Grus Beta Three.)) Emzai walked towards the Administration Centre and a sense of trepidation fell over her with every step she took. The dust hung in the air, and ash fell on them like snowdrops. She looked to the window of her office and the much smaller one beside it, the room within was where Kipal lay; bound. ((Flashback Scene - Several Months Before, Emzai and Kipal Home, Mountain District, Grus Beta Three)) The house was large and spacious, decorated tastefully with antiques and artefacts from across the galaxy. They had been carefully chosen by Emzai, and placed so that each item caught the eye no matter where you would be located in the house. Maximum enjoyment and commitment to beauty. Of course the house itself was no exception. It occupied a vista in the mountain, with uninterrupted views of Landing City below, each window offered a vestige of wondrous beauty. Emzai stood at one of the windows, as she often liked to do, to watch the sunset over the city. Tonight her thoughts were plagued with a growing concern about Kipal. He had become withdrawn from her, and she found herself wondering about the blackouts she had been experiencing. Kipal would tell her it was due to stress, the Sheliak had placed a significant amount of pressure on them to mine for Maleconite. Kipal: Adun’a* are you well? His voice denied any emotion, as was the way of a Vulcan, although she knew him well enough to hear the subtle inflection of concern in the way in which he spoke. Emzai: I can't remember … Emzai turned to her husband and he moved to stand close to her. She moved towards him and rested her hands on his chest. It was a simple act, something she had done many times before. Kipal: Perhaps you should retire to your chamber early this evening? Emzai: I'm not tired, Kipal :: looks him dead in the eye :: I think you're lying to me. Kipal: :: eyebrow raise :: As you are aware Vulcans cannot lie. Emzai: :: lifts her head to him :: That's a lie. Kipal frowned at that. Emzai: You choose not to, it's a principle, yet you are capable of lying. Vulcans lie just like anyone else. Kipal: What is the meaning of this conversation, Emzai? Emzai: I want to meld with you. Kipal took a step back and surveyed his wife carefully before he nodded. She placed her hands on the sides of his head, and he did the same. Kipal: My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging, our minds are becoming one. Emzai inhaled a breath as she felt his thoughts crash into her own. It felt like she was plunged into a deep ocean. There was a flood of memories, dreams, words and thoughts. She felt for him amongst it, and he was there. His arms outstretched. She could feel the pull of his katra, it threatened to dominate her and take over. This time she wouldn't allow it. His mind was powerful and if she wasn't El-Aurian she'd have never been able to resist him. Yet she did. She needed to know. There was a dark cloud that enveloped around them and she could see Kipal call out to her, except no sound came from his mouth. She walked into the cloud and emerged into a memory … It was a discussion between them both. The day she signed the agreement with the Sheliak for the Maleconite contract. Emzai: I'll never sign that agreement, Kipal. You can find another way to continue your experiment. I'm sure there is - Kipal: There is no other way. You are being illogical. You are allowing emotion - Emzai: Emotion! I don't think you understand what you ask? This agreement will give them unfettered access to the mines and … this order … it's too large. We'd be putting every single person on this planet in danger. Maleconite it was only intended to power the cities and the towns, not for this … Kipal: We came to this world for a reason. It was a logical choice. This is the natural evolution of that choice. My work is the most important work in the galaxy and in order for me to continue I need the compound that the Sheliak can provide. It is not logical to turn back. Emzai: We didn't come here to use these people like specimens in a lab. I didn't come here for that. I came here to make a home for us, and the children. After the blight you promised that was the end of it. Kipal pulled her towards him and grabbed her violently into a meld. She watched herself, in the memory, struggle against him. It lasted for seconds. Then. Kipal: Are you feeling better? Emzai: :: confused :: I … yes. My head … What was I saying? Kipal: You were telling me that the agreement with the Sheliak is approved. Emzai: … I was? :: sure :: Yes, I was. It's important. More memories came through, each time that he'd performed this function. How he changed her. Violated her, time and again. With each memory, a fury rose in her and the memories intersected with her own. Screams in green lit chambers of horror. A breath on her neck. Blood on her hands. Snippets of a lifetime of terror. Things she'd needed to do to survive. She screamed, her thoughts became claws that struck out and tore at Kipal. She felt his mind contort, he tried to resist the anger that she pushed into him. It was too powerful and he was consumed in rage. She felt it rush back towards her and she pulled herself away, breaking the meld. Emzai stumbled backwards, she had returned to her home. Kipal lay on the floor, he turned to her and she could see the violence in his eyes. ((End flashback)) Beck: ♫ Do mi sol do do sol mi do! Every truly cultured music stu, dent, knows ♫ Beep beep Beep beep Beep. Went Beck's tricorder. Beck: ♫ You must learn your scales and your arpe, ggi, os ♫ Carpenter: Why that song? Because you're a laaaaady, that's why? Emzai: :: looks to the building:: We're almost there. Perhaps we should behave in an adult-like fashion. Kos: RESPONSE Beck: Everyone's a critic. C'est la vie. ::switching back to active scanning:: Do the tunnels run underneath the entire city? And is there maleconite stored everywhere down there? I'm having some trouble getting clear scans. Carpenter: Same here. It's like we can tell it's hollow, but nothin' else further. Emzai: That's hardly surprising given the situation. Kos: RESPONSE The good doctor, true to his nature decided to interfere some more. Beck: Kos. ::sidling up next to him:: I know you don't have a lot of reason to trust me, but would you allow me to scan you? You said you worked in the mines before, I'd like to check something out… Kos: RESPONSE Emzai crossed her arms in frustration. Emzai: Can't we do this inside? Kos is perfectly healthy. My husband on the other hand … Carpenter: Now, hang on there, Doc Beck might be onto something. Prolonged exposure is no joke… Emzai had just about had it with this human woman. She shot a look to Drisila who stepped inches closer to her. Once they were inside, she would split them up. They'd be able to deal with that way. Beck: RESPONSE Emzai: I'm going inside, how Starfleet gets anything done is beyond me. Emzai walked at a brisk pace into the building. Carpenter: Still right behind ya. Beck/Kos: RESPONSE ((Administrators Office, Landing City, Grus Beta Three.)) They all gathered in her office again. Where she had initially met them. Perhaps this is where it would end. For all of them. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young officers. Her own children, those she gave birth to, were much older than these and she felt the loss of them so keenly, even now all these hundreds of years later. oO will they have mother's that would mourn them? Oo Emzai: Doctor I'd appreciate it if you come alone to tend to Kipal? :: to Kos :: If you don't mind, I'll call for you once the doctor has finished. Beck/Kos/Carpenter: Response Emzai: Very well :: to Carpenter :: Help yourself to a beverage. Emzai escorted the doctor to the small room adjacent to her office. She opened the door and stepped inside and beckoned the doctor in. Tags/TBC Administrator Emzai Grus Beta Three A240004LL2 -- Lt JG Luxa Lorana Science Officer USS Ronin A240004LL2

Party on deck 3, guys! you broke @Quentin Beck!

PLEASE

@Quentin Beckthat deserves a solo thread no a post in the quotes, XD

here @Quentin Beckchannelling McCoy

Indeed @Kirsty L. Carpenterwe do

"I'm a xxxx, not a yyyy" are always my fav lines @VLen Kel

here @Hiro Jonesembracing the chaos

@Quentin Beck & @Kirsty L. Carpenterare just puntastic

@Hiro Jones here being all sass in the wildfire XD

I'm CET/ UTC+1! I prefer weekends

Now @Marty Tuckeryou NEED to show us THAT dance XD

since we are more or less in the same time zone and i hope you don't mind me perpetrating english... count with me!

Trigger warning: self harm There are themes that are difficult to address, but to do so with elegance and delicacy and to do so in a way that shows us the development of the characters, their relationships and how they are as people and officers requires a very high level of excellence. As @Karrod Niac and @VLen Kel show here. Excellent work guys, we'll see how the Ronie's Pike & McCoy evolve Part 1: Part 2: