Alieth

Ferengis are are insufferably charming if well-written, and @Ian OConnor delivers here. Good work!u ((Shared Crew Quarters of Ensign Poagie and Acting Ensign k’Oar-€l )) It was weird sharing a cabin with cylindrical tube. Poagie knew that there was actually a living being in said tube but that didn’t make it any less weird. Actually, it was just creepy. The metal contraption reminded him of some combination of a human coffin and galvanized waste receptacle. Sometimes the thing would just gurgle in the middle of the night waking poor Poagie up. The thing seemed to cycle like that every few hours. There had been no restful sleeps since the monstrosity was deposited in the cabin. The gurgling wasn’t even the worst of it though. During that same cycling, the windows on the tube emitted something that could only be described as a sort of bio-luminescent laser light show that strobed the whole room in a disco ball effect. To top it all off, there was also the barrel. Poagie was told that it was sealed up, air-tight, but there was no way that could be true. Not with the pungent aroma that centered from that spot. It was as if someone combined three-week-old moldy wet sweat socks with rancid sardine chum and then burned it. The awful smell permeated everything in the room. Even everything that was replicated stunk like bad seafood. It was unacceptable. Even worse, it was unprofitable. Poagie had at first tried the obvious steps to rectify the solution., as any self-respecting Ferengi would do. Unfortunately, no one on the Ronin or Star Base 33 was willing to buy, lease or even purchase shares of the barrel. Neither would anyone take the tube as collateral that he could "lose" at dabo. Even his attempt to sublet the cabin to some Edosian third shift maintenance engineer fell through at the last minute. Poagie suspected sabotage on that one. Night after night of no sleep began wearing on Poagie heavily. He was making bad investments, diversifying the wrong assets, losing latnum! He was driven to utter desperation. So, Nagus forgive him, Poagie then dug into his own sunny-day stash to try to pay someone to switch cabins. This too failed. Word had apparently gotten out and it seemed as no monetary amount would entice other crew members to be reasonable. It was maddening. He decided to try circling back to another earlier tactic, going back to the source of who assigned him to these wretched quarters in the first place. Maybe if he upped the ante just a little more he’d wear her down. He composed himself then tapped his comm badge. Poagie: =/\= Ensign Poagie to Mistress Ico. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= I was just reaching out to see if you’d liked the ::coughs as if choking on the word:: gift...that I sent you. I must admit I’m not very good at judging lobe sizes in humans. I hope it’ll fit even if your lobes shrink in the cold. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Oh yes of course, dear, of course. Oh and by the way since we’re chatting, I don’t suppose you’ve had time to process through… I mean reconsider my request for room reassignment. =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Oh, I see. :: he didn’t:: =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Yes, yes, my lovely. I understand. :: he didn’t:: I don’t want to keep you but...just one more thing before I go…hypothetically speaking, if you had to choose between an emerald and a ruby, which would you choose? =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\=Personally, I think emeralds set on a sterling chain would complement your radiant eyes but what do I know of such things, eh? =/\= Ico: Response Poagie: =/\= Thank you again for letting me take up this portion of your precious time. Have a wonderful rest of your day Mistress Ico. =/\= Ico: Optional Response oO Darn her and her backward Bajoran morality. Oo He’d have to get both gemstones. So it was off to the shops on DS33. At least he’d be out of this room for a while and if he could clear the fatigue from his lobes, maybe, just maybe Poagie could figure out a way to break even on this shopping trip. oO Break even?! By the Great Rules of Acquisition I’ve gone mad!!! Oo So caught up in his woe, Poagie failed to hear the wake alarm sounding from the metallic tube as he left his quarters. TAG/ TBC ---------------------------------------- Ensign Poagie Science Officer / Ametuer Alchemist USS Ronin NCC-34523 R240009IO4

Just.... just @Karrod Niachere for you, ladies and gentlemen. XD ((Officers Gymnasium, 0230 hours, Deck 5, USS Ronin)) Having sustained only injuries to his posterior and his pride Karrod dropped into tight fighting stance and began launching exploratory blows, trying to keep the viper quick Vulcan on the back foot. His already exhausted arms protested the fresh abuse as he tossed a series of jabs that were a lot slower than he'd hoped. He faded back from his assault a step and shook out his arms, trying to get blood where it needed to be in a hurry. Alieth: Tired already, Karrod? I would have expected a better performance. Outwardly Karrod scowled as he dropped into a deeper stance but within he felt strangely light. For the first time since coming to the gym he could feel himself relaxing, his mind settling as he put aside everything and focused solely on his opponent. Raga: Hmm. Speaking of performances. Am I judging a sparring match or a Vulcan dance off? He cast a sour glance in the direction of his soon to be former first officer. Niac: Isn't there some paddwork you should be doing? Karrod felt his muscles finally loosening and he dropped low, closing the distance to Alieth in a heartbeat. He fell back on experience and instead of wasting energy trying to connect with Alieth, he began directing her, closing off her avenues of escape with blow after blow until she found herself getting pushed back to the mats edge. In the moment her focus wavered between her guard and her footing, Karrod snuck in a left jab that connected with an iron hard cheekbone. She'd brought her hands up at the last moment and encircled his wrist but didn't try to grapple him, instead pressing fingers into the joint. Raga: I believe the challenge was to be pushed off the mat, or put on the mat. Not bludgeon each other. ::He smirked:: Especially when said hit pushes you off the mat. Point for the Captain. Alieth: A fair point, indeed. Karrod smiled and stepped back, drawing his left hand back but finding it strangely numb and unresponsive. The sensation radiated up along his arm until his entire forearm felt uncomfortably limp. He lifted his left arm with his right hand and when he released, it flopped back bonelessly against his side. Niac: I swear this never happens to me. The chuckle from his XO was entirely too amused for Karrod's taste as he fruitlessly rubbed his shoulder. Alieth: As I told you, V'Shan. :: That twinkle in her eye appeared again:: It includes a thorough use of the pressure points to target the opponent's nervous system. Worry not, in a few hours you will be able to close your hand again. Raga: On that note. ::He glanced up slightly:: =/\= Raga to Sickbay. Please have someone on standby. The Captain and Second Officer are sparring in the Gymnasium on Deck Five. =/\= Karrod felt himself breathing hard from the effort but kept a tight smile on his face and his eyes on Alieth. The small greenish welt that was forming on her cheek was little reward for a limp and useless arm but it was a small salve on his pride. Niac: Pfft, nothing to worry about Mr. Raga, I don't feel a thing. Literally. Alieth: Response Raga: One point a piece. Three rounds, remember Alieth? ::He smiled impishly:: Unless you’d like to concede? Karrod raised his one good arm and flexed his fingers. He lowered it and shifted his shoulders, his limp arm swinging like a meaty flail. Niac: I've got plenty to work with, Toryn. You're not getting out of this that easily Alieth. Alieth: Response Raga: Back to your sides then. ::He waited for several moments:: Begin. The two of them rushed forward and met in the center of the mat as Karrod twisted to keep his useless arm from getting in the way. He poured what little energy he had left into fending off her snaps and attempts to grab at him, ducking away at the last moment more than once as she went for a leg lock or another shoulder throw. His focus had narrowed so completely that he entirely missed Doctor Kel's arrival. What he didn't miss was the Doctor's entirely aggrieved tone. Kel: How long has this been going on? Raga: Response Sweating and breathing hard, Karrod dropped back a step and got his single useful arm back up. He kept his attention focused on Alieth and smirked. Niac: Starting to see how you ended up with a tattoo that says 'she-devil' in Klingon. Alieth: Response Niac: Oh, it's in your personnel file. ::Karrod settled deeper into his stance:: After you, boQDu'! Karrod had poked the bear and was instantly on the defense as Alieth snuck under his guard and slammed a shoulder into his ribcage, causing him to grunt and stagger back as he struggled for breath. Kel: ::throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated:: I just fixed those ribs!!! Karrod winced as he tried to cover his battered side with a useless arm and called out. Niac: You did a great job Doctor, they barely cracked this time. He was mostly kidding. Raga/Alieth: Response Karrod feinted back twice as if losing his balance but shifted his momentum at the last moment, drawing Alieth in so close she was off balance and momentarily vulnerable. He wrenched his shoulders as hard as he could and swung his limp arm like a great meaty flail, smacking Alieth full in the face with the totality of his limp forearm. She staggered back from the weighty blow with a small stream of green blood trickling from her nose. Kel: ::sighs, looks at Raga:: I went to great lengths to make sure her blood composition was perfect after she nearly disintegrated. Niac: Trust me Doc, her blood is fine. Maybe a little too good honestly. Next time try to slow her down a little. Raga/Alieth: Response Both fighters backed off, giving one another a small reprieve where they circled around the edge of the mat, preparing whatever final assault they could come up with. Karrod considered his options, having to admit that Alieth was younger, fitter, stronger and clearly had a formidable amount of talent. An ancient human turn of phrase sprang into his mind and he chuckled to himself. Niac: Alieth, have you ever heard of the greatest defense against youth and ability? Raga/Alieth: Response Kel: Oh no, this is for me. ::touches hypo to his neck:: I feel a headache coming on. Niac: Tell you? I'd rather show you. Raga/Alieth: Response Karrod darted in with the remainder of his strength and threw in a jab that was nearly identical to the one that had snuck through her defenses before. He wasn't surprised when she caught it easily and had in fact depended on it. While she was momentarily focused on disabling his other arm he pivoted, wrapping her in a bear hug and lifting her off before falling forward, using the totality of his weight to pin the wriggling Vulcan to the mat with a massive thud. He tried shifting to the side, suddenly worried the young woman would get smothered, and discovered that with two arms that were numb to the shoulders he had no leverage at all. Beneath him he could feel Alieth squirming and yelling into the mat in protest. Beck: Don't tell me - you're filming Rocky 5000 and you need someone to fill in as a cutter. Flopping like a beached cetacean Karrod called out to the growing crowd of onlookers. Niac: I hope one of you brought a crane because there's no way in hell I can get up. Raga/Alieth/Kel/Beck: response Karrod chuckled as the three of them wrestled him into a sitting position, his arms dangling uselessly by his sides. Niac: All things considered I think we can call that a draw, Alieth. That is, if the referee agrees. Raga/Alieth: response Niac: Well Doctor I suppose this will make an interesting update for your medical log. 'CO rendered armless in sparring match.' Kel/Beck: Response Tags/TBC! ((Only adding a few tags since this one is getting pretty long - great job everybody!)) ================================ Commander Karrod Niac Commanding Officer USS Ronin - NCC-34523 V239509GT0

welcome to the fleet!

@Will Rueka here setting the tone of the shoreleave

great first sim @Quentin Beck! keep the bar high! ((Deck 10 - Sickbay - USS Ronin)) Nervous. There was no need to be nervous. According to Starfleet Command, as of three days ago, Ensign Quentin Beck was absolutely, one-hundred percent qualified to be standing in the Sickbay on the USS Ronin, NCC-34523. They wouldn't have let him board the ship on Deep Space Thirty-Three in the first place if that wasn't true, right? Clenching his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath, he held it for a moment and clutched the PADD with his orders between both hands, his knuckles whitening. It was a helluva time for Imposter Syndrome to kick in. He let out that breath after a moment and opened his eyes only to see a fresh-faced young crewman waiting impatiently for him to get out of the doorway so he could leave. Quentin offered a lop-sided, apologetic smile before stepping to the side of the main entrance and out of their way. Raising his hand, he brushed his thumb over the round pip on his collar. He didn't feel like an Ensign yet. Maybe that would come with time. There was quite a lot of hubbub going on, that was for sure. Although he'd been on the ship a few days, his official orders had been put on hold as the entire Command crew was a bit too busy with whatever insanity had been happening to follow the usual protocol. So he'd holed himself up with some of the other new lower deckers and had spent time studying what he could about the ship, its mission and crew, and what he would be expected to do while on board. He hadn't really thought about being assigned to Medical at the Academy, but considering his specialty, it made sense over a general Science posting. Neurochemistry was a highly regarded field, even if he'd kind of stumbled into it accidentally. His intention hadn't really been to become a doctor of any kind, but... the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Beck: oO Okay, bud. How long have you been standing here now? Long enough to have at least one crewman give you the stinkeye. Go report in, you doofus. Oo Sighing and running his tongue over his lower lip, he took a step forward. Then another. Then a few more, his eyes scanning Sickbay until he spotted someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. Approaching Lieutenant Kel, he cleared his throat and stood at attention. He was a bit taller than the Trilldorian, at six foot one, with short brown hair and a well-trimmed mustache that ended at either corner of his mouth. Beck: Lieutenant Kel. Ensign Quentin Beck, reporting for duty. Quentin offered him the PADD. Then he just kind of... stared, for a moment. Kel: Response Beck: Err... sorry. I've just never seen a hybrid like you before. No disrespect intended. Kel: Response ---- Ensign Quentin Beck Medical Officer USS Ronin NCC-34523 Writer ID Pending

I LOVE baby @LuxaLoranabefore she turned into a nuisance good job! great first mission in the ronnin! (just don't murder anything small and feeble XD) ((OOC - this is a little time jump for me to end the mission for Luxa as I imagine that Luxa was unconscious during the implementation of the plan outlined in previous sims)) ((Dream state - The Lorana Preservation Jungle, Draivon, Cait)) In this dream, she'd hear words that had lost meaning to her. The cub had not learned what they meant. Transporters. Buffers. Sencha. Radiation. They were spoken in panicked tones, and they'd blow through the trees in the jungle. She knew that somehow she was supposed to listen to them. She wanted to care about them, except she had more important things to do. A young cub was on the prowl. She had assumed a position on all fours, and she stalked her prey. Her bright, amber eyes had locked on to the winged, furred creature that leapt from a tree branch to a spattering of flowers that grew from the jungle's undergrowth. More of those words whispered from the trees. Familiar names. Alieth. Kel. Niac. Ronin. This time the creature looked up to the streams of light that pushed through from the tops of the trees. Luxa followed its gaze and there was something up there. Clouds that looked like faces. She knew them. Or at least she thought that she did. They spoke to her but she couldn't understand the words, it was a language lost to the dream. The creature flew from the flowers to a log, mere inches from this little cub. Luxa was completely still in that moment as the little creature crawled along the log towards her, unaware of the danger it would face. One more step … Luxa grasped at it, its little body jerked and scrambled against her paw. It was too late. She'd ensured that its wings could not flutter against the soft pads, and her claws kept it imprisoned. Its tiny gold rimmed eyes looked out to her. Wide with fear, and still with a sad, panting resignation of its soon to be fate. Death. ((Deck 10 - Sickbay - USS Ronin)) Luxa's felinoid eyes opened and she was no longer in the jungle. Her prey vanished. Above her the concerned faces of Doctor Kel, the nurse and the medical team. She knew them now. She knew herself again. Kel/Any: Responses Luxa opened her mouth, and found that only a low shrill whine came out. She coughed and tried again. Lorana: Did you reverse the effects of the radiation? :: attempts to spring up, alarmed :: Commander Alieth?! Luxa looked around the room. She couldn't see the CSO and her eyes looked upon the crew intently. Her heart broke in a thousand pieces. Was it too late? It was all her fault. Kel/Any: Responses It took several seconds for their words to sink in. oO she's okay Oo Lorana: Where is she? Kel/Any: Responses Luxa flipped her legs over the sides of the biobed, at first she felt a little lightheaded, her vision blurred and she leaned on Doctor Kel for support. Lorana: I should get back to work. I need to review that data. Kel/Any: Response Lorana: :: unhappy :: If you insist Doctor Kel but I'd rather rest in my quarters :: lower so that only he can hear :: I don't like Sickbay. It's the scents. It lingers. Kel/Any: Response Luxa allowed the doctor to administer a hypospray and then with assistance got to her feet. She felt her strength return quickly. Lorana: Thank you doctor. Then she, with care, exited the Sickbay and made the slow trek back to her quarters where she'd fall into a deep and immediate sleep. She dreamt of her jungle, and a small, fragile creature trapped in a cage of claws. Her claws. End of Act Three/Mission for Luxa Lorana

I really love @LuxaLorana's voice here, and the little flashbacks abour her cubhood. Great work! ((OOC - I wanted to make 'Luxa, No!' canon.)) ((Cockpit, USS Rhine, Olidra System)) It was A LOT. The scent, the noise, the fear. A whole lot. Luxa’s claws dug into the console as the Rhine shook, spun and thrust it's way back into the Ronin. That wasn't the end of it. As they entered, consoles exploded and there was the horror of metal on metal screaming that threatened to destroy her advanced auditory processors. She let out a terrified howl as she fully expected the Rhine to explode in the shuttlebay and take the Ronin with them. Except it didn't. It went still, with one final lurch to the side. It all ended as abruptly as it began. Luxa didn't want to believe that she was safe, instead she remained still. Eyes wide, ears twisted and pinpointed each noise and movement. There was alerts and lights screaming for attention, yet she remained. Each movements she recognised, every breath from the other officers she registered, the slight groan of the Rhine as she settled, felt under her paws. Her body was one with the environment, her senses activated by a primal and ancient instinct, fighting against her knowledge, teachings and academy training. Then the thud came, an unspecified but obviously sizable piece of their outer hull fell to the deck. Luxa turned to the source, her eyes wild and her body prepared to attack. oO Luxa! No! Oo The voice was her mother's. For a second she was in the jungle of the Lorana Preservation. A young cub, barely out of the den she shared with her littermates. In her paws, a small creature wriggled, grappling for life, encased in a cage of her claws. Alieth: What is your condition, Ensigns? Alieth’s voice brought her back and she looked at the Vulcan, dazed. She almost asked who she was before her senses returned to her. Lorana: Uhm .. I'm alive… I think. O’Connor: response Alieth gave a weak nod. Luxa noticed that she didn't look well, her parlour was the ring shade and her skin was clammy. She unstrapped herself from the restraints of the chair. She realised she was still in her undershirt, which was now covered in dark stains and charred tears from the exploding consoles. Her silver hair had come loose from its braids and knot that had kept it out of her face and tumbled around her face, wild and curled. She looked like a beast from the nightmares of Betazoid children. Outside; muffled, unintelligible voices could be heard. The Rhine's lights finally faded, and the cabin plunged into a frigid penumbra. Alieth: It is better than nothing. :: she closed her eyes for a moment, as her face paled another degree:: Miss Lorana, I will need you to go to my lab and complete the download of the data we obtained from the superstructure. Commence the analysis immediately and report back to the bridge as soon as you get anything that they might need. Lorana: :: nodded, almost in a growl :: Yes. She wanted to make the Tholian and Sheliak pay. She had felt hatred before. Deep, guttural hatred that had consumed her very being. She had been running from it ever since. Now, it came back. Only a sliver, yet if a Tholian or Sheliak had came upon this particular Caitian, then she'd have done what she could to destroy them. She'd have eradicated them from the universe. oO Luxa! No! Oo Her mother again, faded now, nothing but a memory. Luxa leaned into it, she wanted to tether herself to the anchor of her mother's stern. She needed too, or else who or what would she be? Who would Luxa Lorana become if she didn't tether herself to something? Outside; there was a new sound, a plasma torch being activated and began to work on the battered duranium. The Rhine's rear end lit up faintly as the door gaskets heated to red-hot. Alieth: Mister O'Connor, I need you to download the Rhine's navigational memory, it is possible that the scans picked up some extra data on the spatio-temporal fractures that might be of use to us. :: The Vulcan's mind wandered over the portion of the Crew Manifest she had been able to study before arriving at the Rhine, in search of someone who might be of assistance:: Contact Ensign Tucker to help you. O’Connor: response Finally, the petite Vulcan turned to the Caitian hybrid, leaning dangerously forward. Alieth: Miss Hopkins, you will take our guests to… As Alieth knees collapsed into themselves, Luxa didn't hesitate and moved with a deft quickness to catch the small Vulcan in her forearms. Lorana: I've got you. O’Connor: response Alieth: ...to the sick bay Her voice nothing but a whisper, before she began to cough. She didn't even register the scent of her blood, all she wanted was to see this formidable force of nature restored to health. Lorana: :: looks to the others, fierce determination glowed in her eyes :: You have your orders. /O’Connor: response Alieth: ...I… Lorana: It's okay. You're safe now, we'll take care of it. O’Connor: response There was the sound of the collapsing door and the deck crew stood peering in. Luxa felt like she was in a dream. She could hear her own voice calling out for medical, except it didn't seem real at all. It seemed like an eternity, Luxa looked to Alieth and cradled her in her arms. Then, a nurse was there, she appeared to be a human. Luxa could scent something on her. Something different. She couldn't place it but it was a question for another time. Lorana: She's been bleeding for a long time. Also we've both been exposed to massive amounts of Sencha radiation. Rox/O'Connor: Response As the nurse bent down, Luxa felt a small growl come out from nowhere. A protective urge to keep others away from the injured. Lorana: :: oops :: Sorry! Luxa moved aside, gently allowing the nurse to care for the CSO. Rox/O'Connor: Response [[Tag! /TBC]] Ensign Luxa Lorana Science Officer USS Ronin A240004LL2

I should have not laught as much as i did with this @Marty Tucker but i did (both CO &XO would never let It die xD) Tucker: ::mainly to himself:: So if I reroute the dohickey through the whatchamacallit, presto change-o, shields. ::his hands flew over the console::

@Karrod Niac has created a need in me to have Bail as a recurring nuisance for Ronin and the Alpha Islands. And his flask. It is just great. Great job! Part 1:

Top nocth work here in this action driven sim. Great work @Ian OConnor !! ((USS Rhine, Within the Barrier, Approaching the Array, Olidra System)) Ian adjusted the internal audio controls of the Rhine and cranked up the Klingon opera, yIruch, through the speakers. Things were uneventful for a few moments and Ian kept running through the upcoming sequence in his mind. The background vocals of the opera help him concentrate. If C’iri minded, she gave him no indication. Comms then lit up indicating a transmission from Lorana or Alieth. Lorana: =/\= O'Connor, be careful we don't know what security defenses they may have? =/\= Suddenly, several warning klaxons sounded overriding the opera music and automatically putting the runabout into a red alert status. O’Connor: =/\= I’m not sure either but think we’re about to find out. Are you two okay? ::not that Ian could do a darn thing about it if they weren’t:: I’m about to drop warp and well you know. Anyway, I’ll be back to grab you in no time. =/\= Alieth: Response The second officer’s voice cut off abruptly leaving Ian wondering if something happened to her and Luxa. However, he identified the issue fairly quickly. O’Connor: Well, I guess jamming is one of those defenses oO Damn. Oo Although really no one could have been sure that transmissions would have worked in the array structure anyway. The few minutes or so time seemed to slow. The Rhine dropped abruptly from warp cutting power to almost all systems. The small ship then glided its way along the array’s surface; thrusters and inertia providing the only propulsion. Ian deftly drifted the runabout along only engaging in microbursts when absolutely necessary. Meter by meter, they crept along until the target was finally in sight. oO Just a bit farther. Oo Ian adjusted pitch and yaw hitting a few more bursts on the thrusters. So far all was going according to the plan, at least the re-re-re-revised plan for this part. The Rhine continued to float and rotated slightly. Without sensors he couldn’t get a target lock so he was eyeballing it. He gave a quick glance to C’iri indicating he was ready and confirming she was as well. For as much of an eternity the last few moments lasted, the next few were a blur. Ian’s finger tapped only one control and the whole pre-programmed sequence initiated. The Rhine surged to life with power, the console bleeped warnings of several small craft, Ian felt a tingling that was way more intense than the previous times, all sorts of blinding lights emitted from the array, photons shot from the runabout… …and then nothing. oO Where’s the kaboom? There’s supposed to be an earth shattering kaboom! Oo Ian tried to sneak a quick look at the readings to see what happened. His console showed that the torpedoes were just floating right in front of the impact point in an out-of-phase state. A small bunch of strands forming an energy web was protecting that area. Seemingly anything that touched that web “phased out.” oO What the… Oo Ian had no time to finish the thought as one of the defensive craft cut off his path. He quickly adjusted and avoided the second incoming vessel. They were trying to box him in. Ian jerked the Rhine hard to port then rolled upward away. He’d free himself for a second giving him time to glance at the readings for the small energy web again. He noticed several emitters that formed the web in approximately a 15 meter radius around the target point. oO No time to think this through. Oo Ian angled the shuttle on a direct path straight on with the target point. He adjusted the phasers to a continuous fire aimed at one of the emitters then spun the Rhine counter-clockwise creating a circle of phaser fire destroying all the emitters. The photon torpedoes then phased back in impacting with the array. Ian immediately dove hard and leveled the runabout with the path of the wave that was beginning to emerge. He jumped abruptly to warp, pushing the Rhine way over several safety limits knowing he was only seconds ahead of the wave and needed those to retrieve Alieth and Luxa. Hopefully they were ready... Alieth/Lorana: Response Tags/TBC ((OOC: Who don’t love a good Marvin Martian quote from time to time?)) ___________________________ Ensign Ian O’Connor HCO USS Ronin NCC-34523 R240009IO4

@Karrod Niacis against math 😂

OMG how you created a Mudd 2.0 @Karrod Niac 😂

I love Sm'uf so much. Good job @Toryn Raga ((Control Center, Cargo Freighter S.S. Sabrina's Delight, Somewhere in the Sunjat System)) This was it. This was going to be how they died. Slowly bleeding atmosphere into the void while ruminating on which system would fail first like some sick game of chance. At least the current climate within the Delight was favorable to the Andorian. Rather, it was tolerable to him for the moment. Sleep had come quickly and the benefit of slumber, even as light as it was, brought a form of escape. Bail: Before we die...I think you should know something. He glanced over at the obnoxiously reclined Human wrapped in an emergency blanket with an even look, though his antennae snapped towards Bail as if he’d insulted his mother. Sm'uf: Finally going to admit that you were wrong? There seemed to be a momentary consideration, very minute, before the Human rebuttled. Bail: Wrong? Me? No, of course not. I was going to tell you I've always hated you. The Andorian looked at him with a dry expression, though his antennae twitched in irritation. Sm'uf: That makes two of us. Now that we cleared that up, let me enjoy what peace I can, please. Bail made some kind of sound, or mix of sounds. Had he finally broken as much as his ship? Bail: Oh sure, you must be loving this, probably a damn...pleasant spring day on Andoria. Sm'uf: More like a mild summer. ::He said dryly:: Sm’uf watched him shift miserably and both antennae swayed in mirth. Bail: Well I hope your antenna freeze and.... Bail broke off abruptly as a loud clunk translated its way through the hull. That was an unexpected sound, but not the, ‘we’re all about to die’ sort or so he hoped. The Andorian sat up and his antennae turned in opposite directions and in a slightly upwards manner. Bail: Did that sound like...a good clunk? Or a bad clunk? Sm'uf: At this point does it matter? Bail snuffed and pulled his blankets tighter about himself. Bail: Well, I don't want it to be a bad clunk. We've had enough of those already. Go see to it, won't you? An antenna whipped in his direction shortly before the Andorian looked at him. Sm'uf: Sure, ice forbid you actually do anything productive when we’re hours away from death. Bail: Response The Andorian brushed off the Captain’s grumbling and stretched the slumber out of himself before he started to search the interior of the freighter. The clunk that had alerted them felt to him like something had touched the hull or maybe come off of it. Though, he could feel vibrations in the air coming from the bulkheads. Almost like when the ship was in a tractor beam. It wasn’t an overly large vessel and it didn’t take long before he saw the flash of a light source ahead. They’d been boarded. But by whom? Sm’uf side stepped to a locker and opened it as quietly as he could, despite the audible creak of cold metal. He pulled out a disruptor that was as old or older than the freighter. So, who knew if it still worked. It was likely as useless as the Captain. The Andorian moved back towards the source of the light. Kel: Hello? ::activating his wrist light and shining it around the room:: Hello is anyone here? Tucker: ::pulling out his engineering tricorder:: Power fluctuations on all decks, and engineering seems to be three decks straight down. Where do we want to start, commander? Raga: Priority is going to be… Kenmore: Response Sm'uf: You can start by stating your names and intent. ::He said evenly from the darkness, archaic disrupter pointed at the group:: The tall one that he’d cut off mid sentence spun around and seemed to be armed, but he didn’t draw his weapon. Raga: Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga. First Officer of the USS Ronin. We detected signs of a recent battle and came to see if we could render assistance. ::He glanced about then added:: From the looks of it, we’re just in time. Kenmore/Kel/Tucker: Response The Andorian lowered the disruptor of questionable operation and stepped closer to look closer at the group. Starfleet. Say what you will about them, when you were this close to death’s icy embrace they seemed to have an impecable timing. Sm’uf: Starfleet. Good. Yes, the ship is falling apart. The Captain was taking bets on what would fail first, power, life support or shields. All of which are below ten percent functionality. Raga: Well then, we should see about stabilizing your power and life support. Our runabout’s shields have been extended around your freighter. So if yours fail we won’t instantly die. ::He smiled:: And you are? Kenmore/Kel/Tucker: Response Sm’uf: First Mate, Sm’uf. Kenmore/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response Sm’uf: Right. This way. The Captain is in the Command Center impersonating a frozen vegetable. Kenmore/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response A quick walk back to where he’d left the Human to sulk in misery and he announced in an alarmed tone. Sm’uf made sure he was a step or two ahead of the Federation team. Sm’uf: Captain, we’ve been boarded! Bail: Response Sm’uf: It’s fine, they’re Starfleet. Here to help. I just wanted to see if you were still capable of moving. There was no smile on his face but those antennae twitched in abject amusement. Bail: Response Kenmore/Raga/Kel/Tucker: Response ((ooc: Wanted to get this out first. I’ll fill the rest of Raga’s tags in my next sim.)) ============================= Sm’uf First Mate S.S. Sabrina’s Delight As simmed by Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga First Officer USS Ronin NCC-34523 Writer ID: A239410TR0 https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga

@LuxaLorana NO 😂

@Marty Tuckercould be the deadest

ok @Toryn RagaLISTEN: battle rap, but with captains

WELL! Captain pain, you said it @LuxaLorana

@Kammus Corelli meets floor. Everyone enjoys it 😂

he is in a row here then:

Damn @LuxaLoranathis sentence is pure gold 😂 Now we all know how the skipper sounds

It's poket size vulcan, sir, even tin-can size even. But GREAT sim anyway

Signage is for cowards

@LuxaLorana dont... just don't step in the medbay... ever 😂

@VLen Kelgot it perfectly 😂

slice of life are my jam, and @Marty Tuckernails one here. Also, 100% that dinner is going to happen next shoreleave, @LuxaLoranaincluded ((Deck 14, Engineering Lounge, USS Ronin)) When one works double shifts, three days go by quite quickly. And Ensign Marty Tucker was running on less than zero sleep. He had a minute to himself, so he went into the engineer's lounge and got himself a raktajino, his third one of the shift. It was surprising that he hadn’t spontaneously combusted yet. But with all the repairs, the caffeine was needed; from readjusting the reflector dish to refitting the structural integrity generators on decks two, five, and seven, one had to be awake to repair them. He sat and pulled out his padd to review his forever-long to-do list. He could pass off some of it, but much needed his direct attention. Tuck figured after he finished his raktajino, he’d pop his head into Chief Corelli’s office and see where we stood. Then he’d need to meet with Chief Kiran about those generators. ((OOC: Andy Dahl is a Engineering free use NPC)) He looked up from his padd to see Crewman Andrew Dahl approaching him. Dahl came to a stop and came to attention. Tucker spied him over the lip of the cup of his raktajino; he waved him off. Tucker: ::he smiled:: It’s all good, Andy; you don’t have to do that every time.::he set his cup of coffee down next to his padd:: Dahl: ::shrugging:: Habit Tuck, habit. ::he sat down:: Tuck chuckled at this as he took another sip of his Klingon coffee. While he loved it, it didn’t compare to the stuff he got back home. The Pacific Northwest was known for its coffee and the shops dedicated to the beverage. Tucker: We’ve worked together for a little bit now; I can’t believe I haven’t asked where you transferred in from. Denali Station here. ::he sipped his raktajino:: Dahl: ::finishing a sip of his coffee:: I’ve been here since day one. You should have seen how all this looked before you arrived. This space:: arm sweeps out:: wasn’t even built out. It was a shell and now look at her. Tuck choked back a laugh. Tucker: ::hoping raktajino wasn’t coming out his nose:: Dude, it was pulled out of dry dock early. There are unfinished labs and the like. It’s a Starfleet cluster..::with a gulp, he finished his raktajino:: Dahl just nodded in agreement. There was one thing he couldn’t get out of his brain, no matter how hard he worked or buried his head in projects: that cute Bajoran quartermaster Ico. He still needed to get in touch about dinner. Tuck wondered if she had informed her roommate. He also needed to tell Mav about it; he was going to have to play wingman. Dahl: ::snapping his fingers in front of Tuck's face:: Hello? Anyone home? Tuck took a second before reacting to Dahl. Tuck: Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I was lost in thought. I’ve got a ton of things to do, and sitting on my ass in the engineering lounge isn't getting things done. And he needed to stay on the good side of Lieutenant Corelli. Happy Chief, happy Tuck. They both laughed at that. Tuck picked up his padd and stood. Tucker: Alright, Andy, time to get back to work. ------- Ensign Marty Tucker Engineering USS Ronin - NCC-34523 D240008MT1