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LtJG Aine Olive Sherlock

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  1. LehleQ: =/\= What in Fek’lhr’s bowel is going on here?! =/\= Yalu: Sounds irritable.
  2. This scene has some amazing mental imagery and I thank @Hallia Yellir for including me!
  3. Congratulations! And a big thank you to every staff member for keep this place running.
  4. Congratulations everyone! It was great reading these citations, you all deserved these so much!
  5. A couple of us are getting some off-duty face to face time with our Captain and I was fortunate enough to get to ask the right questions to get some good reminiscing out of her.
  6. I loved every bit of this JP. From the images akin to "Best in Show" to the insane chaos at the end.
  7. Aine's wearing department colors with some Starfleet licensed earrings and necklace.
  8. Congratulations @Wes Greaves for you win! And to @Hutch! I enjoyed both of your entries. Well deserved!
  9. Our new medical officers first sim and it's like he knows us so well already, welcome aboard: Chaos, that was the description of his final exam and his first assignment.
  10. Can confirm, everyone does. I think I was even doing OOC before I reached the Nusin line.
  11. For me, the idea of unlimited power, more than anything, seems boring. No sense of wonder or discovery. No challenges.
  12. Standing on the cliffs East of Kinsale, Aine looked out over the Celtic Sea. This was the first time visiting since leaving Starfleet just two months earlier. She loved visiting this place as a child, but after all she'd been through, those memories seemed as though they belonged to someone else. The sea was rough and near black from the thick grey clouds that hovered low. Her black hair, now with a few streaks of grey, was much longer now and whipped about by the heavy winds. She used to love standing in this very spot, smiling when looking out into that same wind. It was hard to imagine that feeling now. The wind once felt like adventure. Like those tall ships she'd read about as a child. Wind was what was out there in the distance, calling to you. But now it felt like the darkness. Confusion. Fear. It felt cold. Not the cold you feel on your skin, but the cold that cuts deep to your core. From her first assignment on, danger seemed to be a common theme in Aine's career. Many times she'd been in situations that seemed hopeless. Often outnumbered and pinned down, they narrowly escaped, time and again. They were nothing if not resourceful. She'd seen fellow crewmen injured and killed, but that wasn’t what finally did it. She closed her eyes as the wind seemed to howl louder in her ears. On this last mission, the small team had been called upon to rescue another lost team. It wasn't the first time, rescues seemed routine anymore. But when they arrived, things were not as they seemed. It was not a rescue as much as a recovery. The team they had been sent to rescue had been killed in ambush. And the same awaited them. By the time “contact” had been called, two of their six team members were down and the rest were scrambling for cover. Seconds later, two more were dead and Ranlard, the fresh ensign, lay injured. Aine opened her eyes and looked out to the sea again, it had grown darker. She thought about Starfleet. How when she was a new Ensign, the idea of adventure, discovery, and exploration was everything. With war looming, things changed. Starfleet changed. She could feel the weight of that change in her chest now. She closed her eyes again, taking in the cold air. Aine had been fortunate. She was able to retrieve Ranlard and they made their way into the trees. They found a small hide. They were surrounded. They could hear the sounds all around them. An unknown and unseen enemy in the night who wanted nothing more than to kill them all. Footsteps on leaves and crackling sticks. Whispers in a language they couldn't understand. Before the sounds of around could disappear in the distance, they disappeared with the wind. A storm was brewing. The night seemed to last forever and there was no way of knowing now if the threat was gone. Aine and Ranlard hunkered down and tried to keep each other warm. Every time he tried to speak, she hushed him. Neither dared use their communicators for risk of being heard. The best they could hope for was that Starfleet would send help. Time wore on and soon the storm was passing, the wind died down. But it seemed as though her teammate’s fate was tied to the wind. By the time the calm came for the storm, he had died, right there in her arms. It wasn’t until morning that help came. Time was moving fast now. On the shuttle going back, Aine couldn’t look anyone in the eye. She felt as though someone had been careless with their lives. Her eyes opened, her hair whipped across her face as she once more looked out to the ever darkening sea. The solace she was seeking wasn't here, in this place. She turned to go back down the path. She couldn’t let herself wait for the winds to die down.
  13. This appreciation post, as seen in the topic, is for Justin ( @Yalu). It's also for his co-writers. @Genkos Adea, @Meidra Sirin, @Etan Iljor, and @Addison MacKenzie. The writing by all of them was perfect. The emotional journey for this reader was, at times, difficult. There is so much that is touched on in this series, I almost can't talk about it, you just have to read it. I genuinely don't know what to say except thank you to the 5 of you for giving the rest of us something so amazing! So, everyone, take some time to sit back and read about the Zhian'Tara of Yogan Yalu. ZhiantR&Ra https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/X1pYHDrREKc/m/e50Ud1ULCwAJ Memories Raw and Ragged https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/7NvlJZclE9g/m/KEo5YKELAQAJ The More Things Change https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/HuZang1aXUc/m/vKyKFttpAQAJ A Privilege Worth the Cost https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/oSJpOFw2rK4/m/Mk9ose6hAQAJ Contrasts and Parallels https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/d32MdfSHhlk/m/jeqFqwLwAAAJ Watch It Grow, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/4DxCvu54h94/m/bAYiQvGmAQAJ Watch It Grow, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/Er0B6lrrFnk/m/4xQHyienAQAJ Thicker Than Water https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/W6R6tB2wf3s/m/-2ZV7zuIAgAJ Remember Her https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/gjj1vAvYR7M/m/KQ-nz0KIAgAJ The Prices We Pay, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/TlPlSBq0yoE/m/WyOOEnRBAQAJ The Prices We Pay, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/6mNE6YXbmG4/m/yH-HqpxBAQAJ Where the Action Is, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/WfQohVBH3js/m/fJdSBpeUAQAJ Where the Action Is, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/wHQKU4xwB_k/m/GwfeYauUAQAJ Our Life's Narrative, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/WeMrJHWp0WM/m/2DMDyn_OAQAJ Our Life's Narrative, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/uyAdShsPVec/m/6JDHb73OAQAJ What Was Always Within https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/1eYQHigAWy0 Diverse, Conflicting Clarity https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/4zWjblQ26_U
  14. Does the prompt have to be in the story? I only ask because some require a work in, some don't for prompts.
  15. Agree with point 1, but only if they change point 2.
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