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Wes Greaves

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  1. I almost spit out my coffee. Apparently Alieth has been studying her.... alternate timeline... history...?
  2. @Alieth just has this amazing writing sense where she can take a completely benign scene and really make it a joy to read. Outstanding tee-up from @Ben Garcia for this scene as well. I'm loving this so far, and can't wait to see if Cheesecake is going to get the nasty replicator filter or not!
  3. Awe shucks. Thanks guys. I learn from the best, those writers around me!
  4. Man, I'm constantly impressed by your writing and this one came out of no where. What a pleasant surprise. I'm going to have to make sure I get a scene or two at the base of this tree next shore leave.
  5. These are the jokes I come here for. I almost spit out my coffee at the unexpected reference @Geoffrey Teller
  6. This has been a fun scene to write and is a nice departure from the action/adventure and dark drama that's been looming over the Thor for the last couple of missions. Just a crew enjoying shore leave together. Amanda adds some really excellent narration to the already excellent writing by everyone else in the scene. Keep it up. I'm having fun with this one!
  7. Beat me to it again! Came to post this. Excellent writing @Meidra Sinir@Addison MacKenzie@Alieth. I thoroughly enjoyed this arc.
  8. You beat me to it. I came here to post this. We've been building toward a dramatic speech; toward an appeal to decency and logic, and @Geoffrey Teller NAILED it. Bravo. Comparing this sim to the first one where Velos was introduced, it's just a joy to see the arc play out.
  9. Thanks Andrea! I think I've re-read that line a few times now, and it brings a smile to my face each time. I can just see Greaves's face shouting with exasperation at @Geoffrey Teller. Glad you enjoyed it as well!
  10. Your ship is heavily damaged, but your tactical systems are still at half strength. You were able to destroy three vessels and drive off a fourth with your ship at full strength. The enemy reinforcements are likely to be confident as the smell blood in the water. By prepositioning torpedoes as mines and using armed shuttles to augment your tactical abilities, you'll turn the ambush around on the pirates. A strong show of force and rapid application of violence against the overconfident reinforcements are likely to inflict heavy damage and drive them off again if not outright destroying the force. This will buy more time for the relief expedition to arrive. The option of diplomacy and sending boarding parties relies to heavily on the pirates dropping their shields on all of their reinforcing ships for your teams to get aboard. The pirates may believe themselves to be in the superior position and refuse to talk. Using the nebula to hide is an excellent option, but also relies on a hope that the pirates don't find you. I would prefer to take an aggressive action as a show of force.
  11. Whole heartily agreed! Responding to this was a blast. Outstanding set-up, and elegantly written.
  12. "The Emperor's will be done. My blade shall ensure it." -Judiciar Westus Grevious
  13. Man, you beat me to it. I wanted to post this yesterday but was stuck on my phone and it totally slipped my mind this morning. This was a page turner waiting for each section to drop. Outstanding writing and great plot arc guys. Bravo!
  14. This was a big movement in Alieth's character arc, and she did an outstanding job tying together something she has been dropping hints at for MONTHS. She also seamlessly integrated actions during the most recent mission that indirectly resulted in the outcome of the sim. I'm always impressed by Alieth's writing, but this slow burning character arc has been a treat to try and figure out what is going on. Bravo Zulu! ********************************************************** (( Room 06-0501, Deck 6, USS Thor, being towed to Bajoran space)) The day had been long. Longer than she could have ever anticipated when it had begun, with her long-delayed call to her hometown. Yet, all duty was finally over, and she had no more excuses to face the inevitable. And, despite all her training to master her emotions, Alieth was overcome with anxiety. Fear of what she might discover. But even more of the absence she suspected. Either way, she NEEDED to know. So she plunged into her cluttered quarters and, after a few minutes, managed to find the gadgets she needed. She dressed in a traditional meditation robe, knelt on the mat she had brought from Vulcan, and lit the meditation lamp in front of her. Miraculously, the old lamp had survived the rough journey and the only damage it had suffered was a small crack that made the flame flicker, as if it were a frightened bird. Somehow, it seemed an appropriate tribute. Alieth focused on the quivering dance of the fire during several minutes, until only the flame and her breath were left. Then, she closed her eyes. Her breathing flowed like the sands of the deserts of Xial, quietly but relentlessly, eternal. In her mind, Alieth circled the flame and unlocked the door hidden in her brain, that sheltered place where she had preserved her most cherished treasure. “Sern” she uttered carefully, summoning the katra she had carried with her for so long, the only thing that had remained from one of the most important people in her life. Only silence replied. “Sern!” She called again, letting the anxiety and helplessness percolate through the voice of her mind. The same helplessness that she had felt so many years ago, when she had been unable to save his life, as he had saved hers. The same anxiety that she had felt when she had been unsuccessful at stopping the river of green blood flowing from his body to water the thirsty sands of Xial. “SERN!” She asked one last time. This time, she knew her lips had spoken the word aloud. The name she had refused to utter for so long echoed through the empty room, reverberating through the shattered remains of her belongings. But the outcome was the same. Silence. Alieth opened her eyes. The flame of the lamp had long since faded, leaving the room in a twilight only lit by the cold glow of distant stars. Alieth hugged her chest and leaned forward, until her forehead touched the complex motifs woven into the meditation mat. And, then, she let out a tearless sob. Because she had lost him again. This time, forever. [TBC] ================================= Lt. JG Alieth Medical Officer USS Thor NCC-82607 Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding Author ID number: E239702A10 =================================
  15. Here here! Was an awesome sub-plot to write. @Geoffrey Teller is absolutely right when he says that this kind of collaboration is what makes SB118 great!
  16. Sounds like you stumbled into the right place Dorothy! I think you'll have a ton of fun. This community is great. Just wait till you get into training and you'll be hooked!
  17. You beat me to it! Came here to post this. 100% agree. Outstanding Sim and a really creative use of her character.
  18. Wow. I'm very humbled. Thanks to those who nominated me! Was not expecting a new comer such as myself to receive a duty-post award. Thanks so much. And congratulations all around. I've been blown away each day of the awards ceremony by just how awesome this community is. We have some stellar people here who are exceptionally dedicated to making this place great. Bravo Zulu!
  19. Thor REPRESENT. Way to go everyone! These are some heavy hitting awards and are well deserved. It's so incredible to me the long standing community here and today's awards really speak to the contributions of the people that make this place successful. Well done all.
  20. Congratulations everyone! This is my first annual award ceremony in the fleet and I find that it's such an excellent opportunity to recognize the stellar people we have writing in this community! Well done to everyone!!
  21. Hey Morgan! Man oh man, have you found the right place. There are a ton of awesome writers people here and the group's leadership has honed things down to a fine point. This is an excellent community. You're gonna love it.
  22. I am constantly impressed by how well Ben writes for the duty post of ship's counselor. His character's comments are always just so perfect for each scene he is in. I really enjoy this scene the ships XO and Counselor are involved in, and it shows a really stellar side of a Trek story that I think we often overlook: the human element. Bravo gents, and keep on killing it Ben. =============================== ((Chief Counsellor’s Office, Deck Ten, USS Thor)) Alex was sitting reviewing some case notes and closing out some files. The pile wasn’t the usual stack that built up while he’d been on a mission – staying aboard the Thor had been almost like working from home. He took a glance around the room and moved over to one of the storage crates. He’d nearly got it looking how he wanted – slowly unpacking what he had brought from his main office at the Embassy and setting it out in what was his temporary, now permanent, home. He took out one of his doctoral certificates and was hanging it on the wall when the buzzer went. Brodie: Come. Brodie just got the frame hung where he wanted it as the door opened and he turned to face his guest. It was a surprise. Teller: Counselor Brodie? Was wondering if you had a few minutes for me. Brodie: Of course, Commander. Please, do come in. Teller: Thank you. Brodie stepped down from where he had been standing and moved towards his own desk. He watched as Teller stepped into the room…almost fearful…or was it an air of wonder. He was certainly the first officer to have come and seen him since the move to the Thor, it was all very new in some ways. He’d have to see when his last visit was – it must have been a while if this was the reaction. He gestured to a the corner sofa and for Geoff to sit and he did likewise in a separate chair – a small coffee table separating them Teller: So, Counselor, does your rate go up for walk-ins? Brodie: ::Smiling:: Only for private clients. Starfleet has a pretty comprehensive all-inclusive package. It was a terrible opener but sometimes it just needed something like that to break the ice. It seemed to do the trick. Teller: I've been meaning to do this for a while, but things have been a little...hectic, recently. Besides, I've been telling the crew to take care of themselves - be a bit hypocritical if I don't do the same. ::He smirked:: Just don't tell Addison I said that or she'll drag me in for a physical. My hypocrisy be damned. Brodie: Well, if it’s any consolation she’s already caught me. Like I said though, it’s fully comprehensive…so please, any time and all the time that you need. Teller: Appreciate it. So, where do we start? Brodie: Perhaps at the end? You mentioned you’ve been meaning to do this for a while, so what made today the day? Geoff sat, but couldn't find an especially comfortable position. Perching forward felt too stiff, leaning back too informal, and laying down wasn't even on the table. The fault was neither the couch or the Counselors still in progress decorating efforts. Geoff huffed, slid back, and crossed his legs, attempting to forcibly relax. It was about as effective as telling a Vulcan to 'loosen up.' Teller: Last few days I've noticed my focus slipping a bit. Happens when I've got too many things on my mind and I'm having a hard time deciding where to sink my teeth in. Just feels like this is the first chance I've really gotten in months to plant my feet and my head is still spinning, I guess. Geoff slumped back and shifted, trying to wrap words around it that just seemed clunky. Brodie: Tell me a little more about that. Teller: Well, five months ago I was Chief Engineer of a starship. Wasn't anything as fancy as this ::Geoff extended his arms, taking in the grandeur of the Thor:: but I knew my place there, and I was happy. Then Admiral Turner reached out and, well....::Geoff's shoulders slumped::..here we are. It's been a long road...getting from there to here. Brodie: ::Nodding:: That’s understandable – there have been a lot of changes recently…for you more than most. Geoff let out a sort of begrudging laugh. It was true though - Geoff had seen more changes than most. He’d arrived at the Embassy with Addison, but she had retained the same position as a doctor. Teller had been moved to a new role and then had his immediate superior swapped out in pretty short order. Teller: Yeah I suppose that's fair. It's not the duty, or the missions...it's...it's hard to put words to it... Brodie could see the man was struggling - although the only thing that was stopping him saying what was troubling his mind, was him. Brodie: It’s okay, Geoff. That thought…just say it out loud. The man steeled himself and then started to speak. Teller: Well, it's like this I guess - when I was wearing a gold collar, I could look at the master status board and know the ship was right. Got sensors, diagnostics, computers - an innumerable pile of gadgets and gizmos that tell me, to a margin of error I can see right on the screen, if things are working well or if they aren't. Brodie: And you feel that you no longer have access to that level of detail? Alex knew it was a leading question…he just wasn’t entirely sure where it would lead. Teller: Oh I can still pull those diagnostics up for the ship, but that's not my job anymore. It's the crew. I'm just.... And there it was, laid bare, the complexities of the human machine. Brodie: Feeling overwhelmed? Teller: They're my responsibility, but I have a hard time figuring out if I'm taking care of them right. If I'm doing everything they need? It's easy to know when to purge the injectors or change out an ODN conduit but with people, it's hardly that cut and dry. Any ideas? Brodie only understood part of what Geoff had said…he wasn’t even sure what ODN stood for? Everyone had areas they knew well – Alex didn’t understand engineering or science in more than passing detail. Kells and Wilkins discussed chroniton particles on the bridge and he’d been…totally lost. Teller knew engineering. Brodie...he knew people…and it was people he was here to help. Brodie: People are, by their very nature…variable; and complex one’s at that. I think, however, the fact that you’re here, sitting on my couch, and worried that you’re not doing the right thing…means you’re doing the right thing. Brodie could understand the concerns of the man and where it was stemming from. He had barely had much time to get settled into his new role and responsibilities without interruption. He had arrived, been shot down and wounded, then he led the team to recover Addison. Then the transfer had occurred and Kells had come aboard – new command and new commander. Then he’d been on the surface of Vel Maijan trying to locate and rescue colonists lost for over two centuries. Through all this Brodie had taken temporary command of the bridges of both the Thunder and then Thor. Teller was a man who needed to get involved, that much was obvious, but perhaps he hadn’t been able to get involved in the right way? Teller: ??? Brodie: You worry you don’t know them? You? The man who hand carved a personalised shield for every one of the senior staff for the wall of the great hall? Teller: ??? Brodie: If I may ask a question, when you were an engineer…how did you approach a new ship? Learning what made it tick? Teller: ??? TBC ------------------------------------ Lt. Cmdr. Alexander Brodie Chief Counselor USS Thor NCC-82607 dualitygamer@gmail.com Writer ID.: A239005BM0
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