Robin Hopper
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Wowie! That's a nice-sized group of Academy graduates right there!
Congrats to you all for completing the cruise and have fun in your upcoming placements.
See you on the Discord, hopefully, if not in the sims!
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Congratulations and welcome! Hope you enjoyed your training cruise and I look forward to seeing you both around the fleet!
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Congratulations on successfully completing your cruise and welcome to the fleet! Hope to see you around!
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@Savel Great job buddy! Looking forward to seeing more from you in the future!
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Lt. Robin Hopper, Chief Science Officer, Amity Outpost. Wearing a 2260's-inspired dress from her personal collection.
"I've been waiting for an excuse to wear this thing outside of the holodeck for about 6 years," she said of the turquoise midi-length dress, which also showed off her bioneural prosthetic leg. "I can't believe I told you that. Can we retract that? God, I need a drink..."
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This one from @Wil Ukinix (as M-Rivi: the Rivi Vataix of the Mirror Universe) really got me. Hilarious!
QuoteM-Wil: Maybe we should have stopped by somewhere to get a sonic shower in...
M-Tri'lea: You can freshen up all you want once we steal our shuttle. ::Smirk:: Maybe I’ll even join you in the sonic shower.
M-Rivi: ::Whispering annoyed tone:: By the tainted Four, get an agony booth you two!
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@Vedic Koleth - this was beautiful:
QuoteVedic: Excuse me, I think I’ve had enough to drink. Might be time for me to get back.
He said goodbye to the people nearby, then went to see off his department head and some of the fellow Senior officers. Afterwards he went outside. The brisk night air froze his lungs in his breath. Welcome after the body heat closeness and smells of inside. He looked up at the stars.
oO Been a long time since the familiar constellations of Bajor. Oo
He thought about the constellations of his homeworld and how they were more abstract than the Earth constellations: Inspiration Point, The Power of Falling, Giving Birth to Thunder. It had been over a year since his last leave had taken him there.
He saw one star moving much more quickly than the rest, and realized it was the Artemis, in orbit around the planet.
oO A new star to call home Oo
Vedic: =/\= Artemis, one to beam up. =/\=
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Congratulations and welcome to the 118 Fleet @Torvi Ylvor!
I'm already loving the images you're making. Once you get settled in and hit your groove, I hope you'll consider joining the Image Collective.
See you 'round the Fleet!
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@Genkos Adea - this has the rare honour of making me giggle out loud at work:
QuoteAnd with that, they were back into the fray, healing ass and taking names. Well, not names, but you get the drift. They were good doctors, and good doctoring was done that day in the Da’al hospital.
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I voted for the one that bothered me the most -- so as subjectively as possible. Harry Kim deserved better.
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Hi and, to echo the others, welcome! Hope you all enjoyed your Cruise and looking forward to seeing where you wind up in the Fleet! 😃
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Oh thank you. This was a blast to write!
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This sim by @Rebecca Iko really had me mentally fist-pumping in enthusiasm for her transformation into an action movie badass.
Quote((Later, Unknown Location))
Vataix: Is everyone all right?
Bec came-to slowly, waking up to aching all over with a perfect view of where the floor and wall connected. Well, not perfect – it took a bit for her vision to focus.
Richards: I’m in one piece. ::Wincing:: Which is better than the last time an anomaly tried to kill me.
Veers: Response
She began to get off the floor, and upon putting pressure on her hand and wrist, flinched in pain and realised that it ached more than it should. Of course, there was the ache in her ribs, elbow and knee, but her wrist – that was probably sprained, or something worse.
Taival: A little worse for wear, but I'll manage.
Bec had now pulled herself into a sitting position, and saw the bumps and scratches that had affected everyone. She slowly looked over them all again, wiped the blood from a cut on a probably bruised cheek and gripped her sore wrist with her other hand to test how well the rest of it was holding up in terms of manoeuvrability.
Polgonz: I’m alright. I think…
Iko: I'll be fine.
Vataix: See if you can contact Amity and let them know we need help.
Richards: Yes, ma’am. ::Looking at Veers:: See what you can do about getting outbound Comms and Sensors working. I’ll see if I can get us away from whatever is -
Bec had just gotten back onto her feet when the shuttle was tugged from underneath her, sending her back to the floor with another "Oww".
Veers: Response
That was when a comms signal burst in to greet them
Unknown: =/\= Unidentified spacecraft, you have violated Betazed imperial territory. Prepare to be boarded. =/\=
Bec's immediate thought was oO What now? Oo. Well, Actually, her first thought had been oO What the #$%@ Oo, but who's counting?
Taival: ...what does that mean?
Polgonz: Betazed “Imperial” territory? ::Shaking her head:: That makes no sense at all.
The security officer stood up, offering her good hand and wrist to help anyone else to their feet.
Iko: It’s probably that we’re somewhere we definitely shouldn’t be…
Richards: According to the computer, we are exactly where we were, give or take a couple kilometers.
Veers: Response
Vataix: It means we figure out what's going on.
Bec looked to her starfleet buddies, to Tri'lea and Naminae, and finally to Rivi.
oO What next? Oo
The answer to her question was the sound of shuttle hull being sliced and torn open.
Polgonz: Shouldn’t you do something? Get us out of here? ::Glancing at Iko’s phaser:: Prepare to defend us? We cannot afford to be taken hostage.
Richards: Ship systems are offline. That includes engines and weapons. The best thing we can do right now is not panic.
Bec moved up to where the grinding sounds were coming from, taking her phaser in both of her hands, getting ready to strike.
Iko: Behind me. All of you. Now.
Any: Response
Polgonz: Well, I don’t intend to go down without a fight. Are there any other weapons on board? I say we make a stand.
Richards: ::Motioning towards door:: There is a lightly stocked armory behind that hatch.
However, before they could go raid the armoury, the sound of grinding changed to the sound of silence, before there was the clang of a hatch unwillingly opening, and their new guests entered with smoke and targeting lasers that sat on the bodies of the shuttle crew. Bec stepped backwards, once, twice, giving the newcomers room to trod in, but she did not lower the phaser.
Aaris: On your feet – and hands up, where I can see them! You’re going to come with us and if you so much as twitch, I will not hesitate to fire.
The voice had been from someone she had met once before, but who she was not too sure. Bec complied, raising her arms above her head, but she kept the phaser in her hand, holding it with her thumb and palm. They hadn't asked her to drop the weapon, and she wasn't going to unless they explicitly did.
Any: Response
Richards: This is bull-
Bec turned to look behind her, and saw Richie ganged up upon by their new "friends".
Polgonz: What’s going on? Where are you taking us?
Aaris: ::Wicked smirk:: Play ignorant all you want, traitor. It won’t save you. You’ve got a date to keep with the Mother Eternal herself… and if you’re lucky, after that, the execution chamber.
Iko: And if she's not lucky?
Any: Response
There were sounds of someone behind her stepping forward.
Richards: I think our only option is to follow these nice gentlemen and see what it is they want. I’m sure there is some sort of diplomatic solution to all of this, right ambassador?
Any: Response
The security officer remained silent, but alert. She turned to face the others.
Richards: Lieutenant Junior Grade Nathan Richards, of the United Federation of Planets.
That didn't make their new "friends" any more pleased. Two of the figures circled around Richards, like bloodthirsty hunters. Bec looked on, concerned and afraid. One wrong move, and he'd be taken down and out in a jiffy.
Any: Response
Richie began to say something else, but he was silenced with a blow to the head from their captor's weapons and tumbled down to the floor. In response, a fury-filled Bec immediately gripped her own phaser and fired at the figure who had taken down her friend. And she would have most certainly done more… if there weren't now several weapons pointed at her.
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Bec slowly raised her hands above her head, and dropped the phaser onto the ground, immediately kicking it across the floor. She tried getting it to go in the general direction of Rivi, but all that really mattered was that one of them picked it up before their new "friends" did.
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Iko: Relax. He's alive. ::looking down at the guy she stunned:: Check if you want.
Any: response
Bec swallowed and answered with a strained smile.
Iko: My name is… Rebecca Iko, and I'm also from the UFOP.
That was when her smile died. She had chosen to mention her full name – their new friends did not have the privilege of knowing her as Bec. She stared into the pairs of eyes in front of her with her own determination. A look that said "this isn't over".
Iko: But you can call me "The Klingon %$@^# you pissed off.".
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Hi and welcome aboard @TPel! We're glad to have you.
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This exchange, particularly @Talos Dakora's additions to it, made me laugh out loud.
QuoteAs they passed through one set of armored, soundproof, EM radiation-shielded doors and closed it behind them, he began the auth procedure on the second, inner-most door. It was almost like an airlock, but instead of opening up to the vacuum of space, it opened up to...
A rather plain-looking rectangular conference room. A long, sim-wood trimmed table sat at the center, with an air-gapped computer terminal situated at one end that fed into small displays embedded at each position on the black transparent aluminum topped table. The walls were constructed out of an uninteresting grey paneling and were bare, save for a large screen on the wall opposite the door that was currently inactive with the Starfleet Intelligence Seal hanging static on the screen
Gabe's underwhelmed feelings came through loud and clear.
Osuna: You know, I’m glad you’re not as “cloak and dagger” as the reputation your division has earned – but you could do with a bit more, ya know, theatrics…
As he spoke, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall, triggering a blaring alarm.
Alarm: BWWWAAAHHH!!!
Smirking Talos pointed at the wall panel. As boring as it looked, everything about the SCIF was state-of-the-art. Behind the walls were seven layers of sensor, acoustic, and even telepathic shielding, protecting what was discussed within these walls from interception by any method of electronic eavesdropping or telepathic snooping known to the Federation. The surface of the walls themself had a variable geometry molecular structure, Talos didn't pretend to understand the science behind it, but from what he understood the individual molecules within the wall panels re-arranged themselves in an algorithmic pattern that made them impenetrable by nanobots and other not-traditionally-corporeal alien species.
He put on a faux perturbed expression.
Dakora: Don't touch the walls. They're alive and they don't like it.
It was an oversimplification, but hey, it was theatrical.
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Welcome - officially - to the Fleet @Vedic Koleth and @Rocco Tartaglia!
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@Genkos Adea loved the visual of this - regardless of how it would have played out, the slapstick appeal made me laugh.
QuoteGenkos mumbled a thanks to the assembled officers before they moved off, leaving him alone with Vitor again. Genkos stretched out his newly unencumbered limbs and debated whether it would be funny to pretend to try to throttle Vitor or whether he’d get shot.
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Hey! Pretty sure I recall saying hi to you in the introductions thread - congrats on making it through the cruise!
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Look at all those graduates! Welcome to the fleet, y'all. Hope you enjoy your placements and have a fun time exploring space with us!
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Glad to have you all with us!
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This first mission for the Artemis has been an absolutely wild ride. This post by @Hiro Jones (from an MSPNPC driven mad by airborn particles and telepathic rage) is truly unique and inspiring.
Original: https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-artemis/c/p798zgyRgtI/m/CrJfnPeRGAAJ
Quote((En route to the Government Complex, Tecra, Da'al))
Fire, fuel, fury, fate
With every step the need grows more
The world has known enough of hate
The people thrum, their voices soar."Unmake what has been made!" they cry
Amidst the swirling smoke and dust
Lifting voices to the sky
They march as one because they mustHow long had sleep addled and held back
This purpose which now coursed like blood?
Until the clash of rock on rock
Had removed the veil and drawn the hood?Children of Da'al, ARISE! AWAKE!
Destroy the pride of blinded men
Lay waste to all, and all: unmake!
Today will be when Da'al begins.A machine of Da'al - made to progress
From one location to the next
It flits about, with wretched gall
until at once it comes to restThe hopper - UNMAKE!
They move as one
Heedless to the dust and sun
That vessel of greed and haste
They must not a moment wasteThen issuing forth like puss from boil
A group from off-world, their vile intent
This world: their spoil!
March on, brothers, begin the decent!Destroy, tear down, shatter, and crush
Unmake what has been made!
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I promise this time I properly looked through the forums to confirm nobody else had already posted this one!
@Talos Dakora, writing from the perspective of a man whose mind is being overthrown by a telepathy-infused rare-mineral-induced rage did a great job capturing the swing and balance between his lingering 'humanity' and the turbulent and uncontrollable desire to destroy growing within him. A fun read!
Original Here: https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-artemis/c/s3jHzML-vig/m/tWRrSCprFwAJ
Quote(( Turyon Planet Hopper - Hopping Over Tecra ))
Talos stood quietly in the back of the strange craft, struggling to hang on as urges and thoughts that weren't his own fought for control of his mind. Whether it was the corrupted dust that had blown in the open ramp or his proximity to the rioters in the house, whatever remained of MacKenzie's meds seemed to have worn off completely.
Eyeing the phasers in Osuna and Yalu's hands he knew two things: he was on borrowed time and he wanted one of those phasers. Badly.
Talos bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood, trying desperately to maintain a grip on his sanity.
Dakora: How far away is this place? ::He grimaced.:: I'm doing... I'm doing real bad back here.
MacKenzie: I can’t recommend another dose of Lexorin – he’s already agitated and I think at this point additional drugs might only make it worse…
The Security Officer, one of the newer additions to the crew, shifted his attention to Talos.
Osuna: Lieutenant? Talk us through it – what are you experiencing? Do you have control?
He felt an odd sound emanate from his throat. A kind of guttural growl that he had no idea he was capable of making. He felt his mind fracturing, the conscious, rational part of him grasping for the controls of a vessel that seemed set to continue forth on its own.
Talos' face devolved into a series of twitches, then all at once, the twitching stopped. He turned to face Osuna, his eyes settling on the phaser in his hands.
Dakora: Give it to me.
Powerless to stop whatever happened next, a part of him screamed for help from inside his own mind.He felt his muscles tense up and knew violence was imminent.
Osuna: Sit down, Lieutenant.
As the last of his rational thoughts ceded over to the sickness that afflicted him, he recognized MacKenzie's voice as she took a step toward him.
MacKenzie: Lieutenant Dakora, I order you to stand down.
He tried to cling to her words, to comply with her order. He wanted to. Talos' last rational thought was an apologetic whimper to Addison MacKenzie.
Voices carried back from the front of the vessel, but he couldn't make them out.
He realized with absolute certainty, that he needed Osuna's weapon and he needed to destroy everything. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was real.Osuna: ::To MacKenzie:: Captain, permission to restrain Lieutenant Dakora?
MacKenzie: I think that would be wi-
The rage-monster that had been Talos Dakora launched himself at Osuna, one hand latching onto the wrist of his phaser hand as his larger frame collided with the Security Officer's body and pinned it against the wall.
Dakora: It's MINE!
MacKenzie: Stand down!
The CO's voice no longer fazed him as he tried to wrestle the weapon from Osuna's hand. Talos caught his other wrist, but not before the Security Officer managed to strike him hard across the face with his elbow. The pain was blunted to nearly nothing, but the jostling caused his grip to loosen just enough for the smaller man to regain control of his free hand.
Yalu/Erbil: Responses?
Osuna: I said–
Talos cut him off, hissing words through bared teeth.Dakora: I NEED IT.
Rage overpowering any technique or sense of self-preservation that Talos had, he lunged wildly at Osuna's captive wrist. Clearly, he'd telegraphed the move, because the Filipino Security Officer managed to catch him out of position and bend back his wrist at an awkward angle. Talos' desire to break things, seemed not to extend as far as his own bones, and he loosened his grip as Osuna applied pressure. Flailing wildy, he managed grab hold of some part of his opponents uniform with his other hand as he stumbled backward, into some of the cargo in the hold.
His other hand clawed wildly at Osuna, pulling, clawing, grabbing until he got ahold of the man's face. Frantically Talos made to end the fight by wrenching Osuna's neck around until it broke or he stopped fighting, whichever came first. The rage that afflicted his mind didn't care what happened, it needed the phaser. It needed to destroy. With another wild lunge at the man's head, Osuna deftly dipped under his advance, quickly gaining leverage and sending Talos over his shoulder in a roll.
Distantly, he was aware of the meaty thud of his body slamming into the deck plate, but where pain should've been there was only rage. He managed to lock his grip around the Security Officers' wrist once again as their bodies tangled on the ground, he pummeled every part he could reach with his other hand until something struck him on the shoulder like a bolt of lightning.Instantly his arm and shoulder went numb, drooping slightly as he watched Osuna scramble clear of his grip. Talos tried to get up with his one functional arm, but was only part of the way through the awkward process when his opponent, his attacker called out to him.
The hatred burning in his black eyes faltered as he stared down the emitter of the phaser pistol pointed in his direction. The stun had rattled him enough for his rational mind to try and take control, but it was a futile attempt.Osuna: Last chance, Lieutenant. Sit down.
For a moment he was still, as he summoned all of his discipline, all of his mental fortitude, but it just wasn't enough to overcome the power of the Da'al contagion.
He managed to choke out two words as the rage yanked his consciousness back out of his control.
Dakora: Do... It...
He launched himself at Osuna again, hearing the whirr of the phaser, and feeling the sizzle as it struck his body.
Then, it was over.
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It's been pointed out to me that @Vitor S. Silveira already posted an appreciation for this particular sim. Since I can't delete my redundant thread, I'll just let it stand as a testament to:
1. How great this sim was.
2. How not to post appreciations (without checking that someone else hasn't already done so!)
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There has been a deluge of spectacular simming the last few days aboard the Artemis and, while I could have easily posted an appreciation for any of the sims in this scene, I think that this bit of introspective writing from Ensign @Jovenan is truly spectacular -- and the initiative shown in how her character has responded to this 'crisis' was wonderful to read.
You can find the original here: https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-artemis/c/fL_RwJxJzp0/m/G8CFRu3LBAAJ
Quote((Transporter Room, USS Artemis))
Lt Silveira’s injured body dematerialized in Commander Adea’s hands, and Jovenan glided her fingers on the transporter controls to end the mater stream. Lt Silveira had rematerialized in the sickbay, probably very confused.
Adea: You!
Kag: Response
Commander Adea didn’t seem too pleased of his “prey” disappearing. For a few seconds he had seemed like he had been coming back to his normal self, caring Lt Silveira and trying to minimize his loss of blood. Jovenan took out her tricorder to confirm what she had expected: the aggression inducing dust had dissipated outside the planet. She didn’t know exactly what had caused it to persist in the first place, but at least here it obeyed the laws of chemistry.
Jovenan: ::deep breath:: Computer, end contamination procedure in the transporter room, but keep the alcove field up.
Adea: Look at me…
Kag: Response
The computer acknowledged Jovenan’s orders, and soon the door opened, letting in a security team. They were all equipped with phasers, ready to respond to the threat, although few of them could have guessed they would be facing a sword fielding, blood covered Commander. He was surrounded.
Jovenan: Have you calmed down yet, sir?
The Commander smiled. The dust had dissipated, perhaps removing access to it affected with a few minutes lag?
Adea: I’m absolutely fine, Jovenan. Let down the forcefield. I promise I won’t kill anyone.
That was an odd way to say it after trying to kill someone. Nonetheless, Jovenan was relieved. She had been responsible of keeping her teammates alive for way too long to her pleasing, not to mention how terrifying the Commander had been. She was happy to have Commander Adea back and in charge.
But she couldn’t let her guard nor the force field down just yet.
Jovenan: Good. Now just drop the sword and I will lower the force field.
Kag: Response
Instead of disposing the sword, the Commander… laughed? He lifted the sword and pointed it at Jovenan.
Adea: Let down the forcefield, and I’m coming for you Jovenan. I’m coming for you, and the rest of these pathetic little wimps, hiding behind their guns. ::he smacked the handle of his sword on the forecfield:: I’LL KILL YOU ALL
Jovenan was frightened by Adea’s threat, and even the security team adjusted their holding of the phasers. She had to lean her back against the wall not to fall over from the shock.
She was not only frightened, but there were other emotions, in conflict. First, there was anger. For a moment, they were not on USS Artemis, but on Rubicun III, her homeworld: She was the mediator, and the Transporter Room was the punishment zone. Attempted murder: execution without trial. Threat made with lethal weapon: execution without trial. Violent coercion of an officer: execution without trial. The transporter was the ultimate instrument of death, with a single hand she could beam him to the space, scatter his atoms across the rings of Meranuge IV, alter his genetic code and molecular structure beyond recognition…
Then, there was pity. She looked at the raging fiend beating the force field with a sword, but she also saw Doctor Genkos in there, an officer who cared about her and the rest of the crew, a man who she had begun to respect highly. She couldn’t hurt her friend, not even after all he had done.
She didn’t know what to do. If she beamed him anywhere, he was only going to be dangerous there. If she lowered the force field, she, the security team and Commander Adea were to be in danger. If she just let him exhaust himself or wear out the dust’s effect, he could hurt himself or realise he had the command codes to the ship, potentially resulting to a catastrophe. She was an ensign and a blue-shirt, not a starship captain! She shouldn’t be making these decisions!
The Commander kept beating the force field, and some of the security crewmembers were taking looks behind, as if asking Jovenan for orders. Can’t they make the decision themselves? Why me, I’m not in command here!
The danger of Commander Adea doing something reckless remained, and it was taking too long. Jovenan had to get a hold of herself and act. She had hoped he would return normal but letting him stay like this was a way too great a risk. She wasn’t going to try and talk him down.
Jovenan: ::to security team, quietly:: I’m going to drop the field and you’ll stun him.
The security team members nodded silently, not questioning her orders to shoot their superior officer, seeing how he behaved. She felt like crying placing her finger just above the controls.
Kag/Adea: Response?
Jovenan: Three, two, one…
Click.
Kag/Adea: Response?
TAG/TBC
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Hey @Cassian Iovianus - really enjoyed this little one-liner regarding @Nathan Richards vs his Mirrorverse Counterpart.