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I very much loved this @EgilRenot
Quote((House by the Lake, Bajor))
An uneasy silence settled over the lakeside, save for the screaming of insects and the gentle lapping of water against the shoreline. Ivin moved low and silently in well practised movements. Their targets painfully stood out; white robes in the low light was a blessing for the infiltrating party.
Normally, Ivin would find solace in such a scene, finding comfort in the dark from his time in labour camps and mines. The dark and night was when he took up arms against the Cardassian occupiers. He still preferred to be up at night, much to his husband’s ire.
Ivin fell into practised, old movements of his time as a resistance fighter, though, this time he was with and for Cardassians and he was going against Bajorans. Ivin had the phaser rifle butted against his shoulder firmly, eyes locked onto the forms on the pier. He could see Ferri and Geleth were drugged out he could tell, Ferri being dragged and Geleth carried like some bag of cargo and not like a child. It just added more fuel to the raging fire that was fueling the doctor’s actions. His eyes darted to Tito and Zorkal, watching for a signal.
And there it was. The three men leapt up out of the bushes and charged, making their move. Ivin gritted his teeth and let out a faint growl as he leapt up and charged, rifle raised and in position as his feet pounded through the underbrush.
The figures turned in surprise. He fired off his rifle as they turned, his feet hitting stone. Flashes from their phaser rifles illuminated the darkened forest, shimmering on the lake’s surface. Ivin ignored the shouts of surprise from their targets. He paid no attention to how many people he felled. He heard two splashes, but didn’t have a chance to look or investigate.
A fist connected squarely with his nose, causing the Bajoran to reel back and swear profusely. Ivin raised his rifle with both hands. His opponent grabbed onto his rifle and started to shove Ivin towards the edge of the pier. Ivin dug his heels in and snarled almost feral at his opponent, blood running down his face from his now broken nose. He used the man’s momentum and force against him. Pivoting, Ivin turned and hurled the man and his phaser rifle into the lake with a splash.
A fist connected soundly with Ivin’s jaw sending the doctor reeling to the side, knocking his earring off. His earring fell into the lake with a little splash, though Ivin didn’t notice. He recoiled quickly and raised his arms defensively into a boxer’s stance. He strafed left, swung right, dropped down and followed through with an uppercut. His opponent staggered back and Ivin finished off the fight with a swift kick to the man’s chest, knocking him over.
It disturbed him that he had to fight Bajorans. He heard a splash swiftly followed by another. He didn’t have time to react or turn to see who went into the drink, as he got tackled by two people at the same time. Ivin hit the ground, the wind getting knocked out of him. The doctor reacted quickly and lashed out with his limbs, knocking back his attackers.
He was running off of adrenaline and instinct now, not paying any mind to where he was hit, if he was hit. His only focus was subduing his foes and rescuing their targets.
The doctor staggered to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his broken nose and split lip. The doctor looked around at the damage done. Taking assessment of injuries was an instinct of his and it brought Ivin down from his rage induced violence. He turned and noticed Zorkal knelt down with a soaking wet Ferri and Geleth. Ivin looked behind him hearing more people approach. More Starfleet officers. Relief flooded the doctor momentarily.
The two girls were his priority, screw the Bajorans. He lurched forward and hurried to the Ambassador’s side, dropping down to his knee. He quickly did a visual once over of the two.
Zumagi: We need to get them indoors and warmed up, stat. Will work whatever drug is out of their systems and check for physical traumas. The older girl, we will have to clear her lungs. Let's get them out of here.
Ivin watched the Cardassian male pick up Ferri. Without question, the doctor went to pick up Geleth with a silent incline of his head signalling he got her. He rose to his feet, turning just in time to witness Tito kick some bloodied man into the lake, covered in blood himself.
Ivin perked a brow. He was curious, but he wasn’t going to ask. He had a feeling it was whoever was responsible for this. He nodded towards Tito grimly and turned to follow the Ambassador, pretending he didn’t see a thing.
Doctor Ivin Zumagi
Trauma Surgeon and Doctor
Formerly Bajoran Militia
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Thanks!
Perhaps I'll even manage to finish the series by the end of the year
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QuoteHe didn’t know? Actually, he did know, but in his infinite wisdom, Lukin elected not to say that - he had a feeling that admitting it might actually make things worse. Some secrets he needed to keep close to his chest, and that was one of them.
Wise, @Alora DeVeau
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Thank you ❤️
I feel like an expert in imaginary parenthood now
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I actually have @Vitor S. Silveira to thank for it! Sarah doesn't know anything about tactical, but Arys should have some basic understanding - so Sarah asked Bruno for help
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This is absolutely adorable and so so awkward
Love it!!
Quote((Personal Quarters, USS Narendra))
Aine had returned to her quarters once again. For not having anything to do, it seemed she had a lot to do. Getting a dermal regenerator run over her face and sitting for water with Sera was about the most rest she'd gotten in the last forty-eight hours. And now, she hoped she would finally have time to at least lay down and take a breather.But it was not to be. Her combadge suddenly chirped. Which likely meant she was about to receive orders to run off somewhere else...again. "No rest for the wicked." She gave the silvery badge a quick tap.
Sherlock: Go for Sherlock.Emlott: It’s Ferri. I… want to know if you are repa-… recovered.It was not the voice she was expecting. But she didn't really know who to expect. Part of her was happy to hear Ferri's voice. And the other part of her was nervous.Sherlock: ::awkwardly:: Um...yes. Sickbay got me taken care of.There was a pause. Or at least it felt like a pause.Emlott: I am watching Geleth. She sleeps. Maybe you can come?Now other things began setting into her thoughts. Some good, some bad. Mostly just was she allowed to. And if not, what would happen if Arys or Lukin were to find out? She knew what she had to do.Sherlock: I'll be right there.
Aine gave another quick tap to her combadge without waiting for a response. She began looking around the room, for what? She didn't know. Next she swallowed hard and gave an uncharacteristic tug at the bottom hem of her uniform, a common practice by most officers, but not her with her slightly oversized jacket. Her hands ran over the sleeves and then down the front as if they were irons laying flat any wrinkles before running over her hair, smoothing out any stray strands. But something in her mind told her to pull out her hair tie, which she did. Her hair fell down over her shoulders and she quickly ran her fingers through it, shaking it out.
Sherlock: This is ridiculous.
She pulled her hair back and wrapped the tie back into it, this time just into a long tail. And then she grabbed the zipper pull of her jacket, pulling it up slightly. No, that wouldn't look right, so back down it went, a little further than she normally wore it. She was overthinking things...and she zipped the pull back to its normal resting place. All in all, she looked basically the same as she did a minute ago. Some things never change. One last deep breath before she would set out for Arys and Lukin's quarters...sans Arys and Lukin.((Arys and Lukin’s quarters, USS Narendra))When she arrived, she'd pressed the signal to let Ferri know she'd arrived. As she waited with her hands crossed behind her back, she realized she looked like she was there reporting for duty. She quickly whipped her hands in front of her, crossing them. But then she thought she looked scared like that so she rested them at her sides. But now she felt like she wasn't standing right. Like she was cocking her hips sideways. "How do I not know what to do with my hands!?" she thought to herself. And then, the voice came over the comms.
Ferri: ?
Sherlock: ::looking up and down the hall to make sure no one was within earshot:: It's Aine.
Ferri: ?
Aine stepped through the now open door and waited for it to close behind her. Ferri had said Geleth was sleeping, but she didn't know where and it made her even more nervous that the child might tell her parents that the "Romulan" had come for a visit.
Sherlock: ::speaking just above a whisper:: You wanted to see me?
It was a stupid question, of course she did. Ferri had asked her to come over.
Ferri: ?tags/TBCLieutenant Aine SherlockTactical OfficerStarBase 118 OpsR239712AS0-
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Sill-con's player is still very new, and I am impressed with his desire to improve his sims. While Brikar as a species are definitely not easy to play, his narration explains thought patterns and cultural values, making them understandable for those whose knowledge about the species doesn't extend past 'they look like rock-guys' (myself included). Keep it up, @Obsius Sill-con ❤️
Quote((Shuttlecraft Seijin, Rakalla Province, Bajor))
Everything felt unfocused at this moment in time, the voices muffled and the movement at the edges of his eyes, insignificant compared to his feeling of weakness, his hard muscles struggling to pull himself up to even sit down and let himself breath a few times, it wasn't until tito looked at him has he realized he was being conversed with, his eyes lighting up again and trying to sit more straight.
Tito: And ours. We can have some transmitting data, and others blocking or clustering comlines, maybe just saturating frequencies.
Tito: The Azuminga got your tongue Ensign? Are you feeling worse?
Sill-Con: I'm not sure what you mean by that, how is my current state insinuating such claims?
Tito: You have been too quiet, so before you start thinking nonsense I was just checking in.
Sill-Con: I am… disappointed in being unable to fight off the creature, and
De-escalate the situation by… by showing dominance over the creature- as absurd as that concept seems now that i am speaking of it with words…
He blinked in confusion as the Lieutenant chuckled, he… the Lieutenant chuckled? A moment ago Sill-con was met with the familiar glare of disappointment, but not a few minutes after he chuckled and did not persist with his scolding disappointment. This was… sill-con genuinely felt thrown off by that.
Foster: Don’t worry, all of us start thinking nonsense from time to time.
Tito: Anything I can help with Commander. ::he pointed to the pilot’s seat:: And if I could do something from there, I wouldn’t mind sitting a bit.
Foster: Does it hurt?
Tito: I am not feeling worse, but this field does hamper my movements.
Foster: Good, then it’s working.
Such a legend in the field of medical care. The way he casually approaches and deals with the injuries shows nothing but raw experience oozing off of the blue man. Sill-con felt he was unworthy of being in the presence of two capable individuals… it almost made him feel like a burden disguised as a giant man of stone with strength to spare…
Foster: I got it activated. You’re the intel guy, you should be able to adjust it to transmit something appropriately confusing for our friend out there.
Tito: ?
Sill-con blinked twice when he realized that the commander was speaking. He would immediately crush the habit of wandering thoughts and listen closely to his superior.
Tito: ?
Foster: Could you lift your leg, please, Ensign?
Tito: ?
Sill-con blinked a few times, not sure if the commander understood the level of strength it took to do such a simple action. As his anti gravity was destroyed with the creatures teeth sinking into it… he trained for years to exceed his peers, to go beyond his natural strength to be beyond other brikarians, to be the mountain that peaked higher than other mountains, and that was the reason he was able to lift his leg to fight against the crippling weight of gravity… it made him wonder how creatures of his king had so much natural strength and yet what is considered normal gravity took that away from them.
Tito: ?
Foster: Nasty, determined little things. They’ll shoot venom covered bone spurs to take down a threat. ::He held it up in the light before dropping it into a quarantine case:: According to the med banks the locals call these ‘Cardassian killers.’
Tito: ?
Sill-con: then… let us hope my career doesn't end early from a titled beast-
Tito: ?
Foster: You, Ensign, have a very thick hide, so fortunately it won’t be a ‘Brikar-killer’ – but this stuff is caustic, so let me neutralize the venom so you stop feeling the discomfort.
Tito: ?
He kept his silence as he looked upon the masterful work of the great medic. To be treated with such care made him question what consequences he was going to face if he lived long enough. Was he being relieved of pain because the punishment would be worse?
Tito: ?
Trovek: =/\= Trovek to Foster. What’s your status?
Foster: =/\= We are secure inside the Seijin, with no major injuries. =/\=
Trovek: =/\= We’ll be there shortly. Unless you have other plans I’d like to evacuate you and get out of here before our new friend makes up his mind on whether to flee or to fight.
Foster: =/\= I’ll get everyone ready—
Tito: ?
Sill-cons face winched… he never showed any pain or discomfort when the beast sank its teeth down his leg, yet the idea of abandoning the mission when they havent started gave him this spike in his chest they went through him with ease. And then the roars… it was like a call of duty, the world was moving and they were going to leave it. They have… failed spectacularly.
Tito: ?
Foster: =/\= You OK?! =/\=
Trovek: =/\= No, we're fine. ::pause:: Make yourself ready to be picked up, I am not spending a second longer here than I have to.=/\=
Foster: =/\= We’ll be ready. =/\=
Foster: ok, I’m neutralizing some venom. You’re ::He pointed to Sill-con:: Standing still until that’s done and then getting us ready for evac. Tito, if that probe is ready to launch sent it – Trovek might need the help.
Tito: ?
Sill-con: to not even trek out and commit to our mission… i have failed star fleet-
Tito: ?
He closed his eyes as he felt the end of the mission, it felt… disappointing. He would have objected to leaving this mission even if he lost an arm… but as he is at this moment? Could he even lift a finger? It happened so quickly and yet sill-con felt it dig deep into his pride as he displayed such… incompetence to those who are more than him.
Foster/Tito: ?
[TAGs/TBC]
--Ensign Obsius Sill-con
Security Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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Despite the G-Mail issue that unfortunately meant a re-sim, I want to take a moment to say how much I enjoyed reading this. I especially like the balance between dialogue and narration, the pacing, and the plot-complication that absolutely makes sense in the context of the the story. Well done, @Prudence "Rue" Blackwell
Quote((Town of Carinth - Market Place))
Being the sort that was normally happy, easy going, optimistic, it was rare that Rue had a “bad” day.
She had days that were difficult. Days that were frightening. Days that were dangerous.
A Bad Day was reserved for just those days where she was ready to toss anyone who got in her way out an air lock.
The Conversation with T’Shreth and the way this mission had gone in a direct downward trajectory was more towards difficult.
However, the trajectory was not promising.
At least they were getting themselves extricated from a bad situation, and - hopefully- not making an enemy
Blackwell: Then that works for *all of us* ::She glanced to the two, again a sharper look in her eyes::
Bailey: Again we apologise for taking up your time and thank you for the information you have provided.
Renot: Good day to you, Miss Vissan, may the winds be in your favour.
She gave a quiet nod in return to the one she was given.
T’Shreth: May the Prophets watch your back.
She offered a very wan smile and glanced to Renot and Bailey, and mentally counted off thirty seconds; enough time for T’Shreth to get out into the bar, and disassociate herself with them.
Blackwell: Let’s take it slow and quiet. We want to look discouraged, frustrated, but not enough to look anything more than off planet dealers who just got a disappointment.
Renot/Bailey: ?
Blackwell: With any luck, we’ll walk out of here, walk out of the bar, and just be on our way.
Renot/Bailey: ?
Rue just hoped that would be the least of it. She hoped.
She decided to take first in their line, keeping her expression matching her emotions, which for the moment, were grim and frustrated - and started up the hallway. As she peeked out the doorway for a moment, she noticed a quiet in the bar that wasn’t there prior, with the tender wiping the counter, with his expression looking even - more- unwelcoming and tense than it had before.
And then she saw the problem: three Orion Men.
She was about to back further in the doorway, look for any other option -other- than a fight.
Blackwell: Quiet - We have Orion Syndicate. ::She was making a guess, but right now, she doubted highly these were just random Orions out for a drink::
And then…the one of the more perceptive of the trio looked towards her…and she cursed, saying something that if anyone understood, would likely have made an experienced shady criminal blush, followed by a single word to Renot and Bailey
Blackwell::Hissing:: Back.
Just like that, the Day Crashed Right into Bad.
Renot/Bailey: ?
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Comms/Ops
Starbase 118
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loved this:
QuoteIt was a simple escape, giving Sera the use of her arms and she had raised them to continue when hands grabbed her upper arms from behind and used their weight and forward momentum to redirect her and rsend her crashing into the wall next to the refrigerator door. Thank Surak she was able to stop her forward motion with her face.
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I shall tell my doctors baseball has more curative powers than all their medicine.
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When your BBEG are called Garret and Kevin ❤️ Loved this intro @Alora DeVeau
Quote((Poachers Camp))
The man they had encountered was not a particularly courageous person. No, he was far too interested in living rather than dying, so when the women made it clear that his life was forfeit if he didn’t lead them to ‘him’, he elected to go the safer route. Safer in the short term. There would be hell to pay, but he would deal with that after the fact. Once he got back to the camp, he would make the best of the situation and fin a way to leave before too much attention was put upon him and he had to suffer the blow he knew would surely come. So, he led them on into the depths of the trees.
The forest provided perfect cover for the men and women who temporarily occupied Bajor. They were there for one reason and one reason only - a job. They were set up in temporary shelters, milling about as they waited for the word to move out. As one of their own walked into the camp, his head hanging, eyes turned not only toward him, but to those who trekked behind and those who were seated rose to their feet. The man didn’t flinch, but walked on until he came to another, a human who wore a frown as the group approached.
Garret: What’s this?
His chin jutted toward the trio of women behind him, taking in each one before falling back to the man who still hung his head. It was shameful behaviour, but for the moment, the focus was on the women.
The man looked up, then glanced at those behind him.
Kevin: Didn’t have much choice Garret.
Garret: Is that right?
Emlott/Noxwyn/Sherlock: Response
Garret: Really now.
Garret shifted and hooked his thumbs into his belt as he studied the trio a little longer. His brown eyes held no warmth or welcome for the little group.
Garret: And what exactly might that be?
He glanced around and a couple of the others shook their heads. Most looked on, but with a heightened wariness at the women clustered behind Kevin. None of them seemed particularly thrilled at the ‘visitors’.
Emlott/Noxwyn/Sherlock: Response
One hand unhooked from the belt and reached up, running over his chin as he eyed all three of them. He half chuckled, as a sardonic smile made an appearance.
Garret: And who told you that we were involved in that sort of sport, huh?
Emlott/Noxwyn/Sherlock: Response
-- Garret & Kevin Some random guys in a random camp deep in the woods for a random reason al...@blar.net M239008AD0
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I feel like @herakijana needs a hug (and maybe mandatory therapy... several times a week....), but this was an excellent read! Well done ❤️
Quote((Round Table, USS Excalibur-A))((Time Index: Prior to the briefing - Also, NOTHING INAPPROPRIATE, but it might be a little intense for someone? Just figured I'd put that out there. Again. Not inappropriate! Thanks))Hera had just finished giving the counselor some of the background of what she believed to be the thing that started it all for her; the thing that gave birth to this demon that followed her around, and was now more real than ever to her. She was comfortable enough in the moment with the counselor having agreed to meet with her on very short notice, which made her feel like a priority. That alone demanded some cooperation from Hera in terms of the Counselor's questions.Seta: I imagine that must have been difficult, to be singled out like that. What was it you were ordered to do?Kijana: I was to be taken to the Romulan outpost guarding Generax back on Rekar III to service the commander there who ran it. D'Kal...Seta: Can you tell me about him? D'Kal?Hera's mind sort of went dark for a moment. She pictured his face. His pale complexion and rugged war-torn forehead. He had a scar that ran the length of his jaw to forehead. She learned at some point where that scar came from, perhaps he himself told her during one of their sessions, but she couldn't remember, nor did she care. His eyes were an emerald green. On any other person they would've seemed inviting. But perhaps that was all part of his sheeps outfit. She remembered him as a hulking man. Hands as hard as stone. Cold. Unforgiving.Kijana: He was a soldier. Commander. Had the personality of a rock. :: She was rather flat, and didn't look at Seta when she answered. :: Very demanding. Imposing. :: She sat unmoving. ::Deep Voice: You're no longer in your own service.Seta: And what was it you were tasked to do?Deep Voice: You're in service to the Empire now child... and me...Kijana: I was to serve the empire... and my master. :: She was curt. Short. Staring straight at the table. ::LOUD VOICE: KIJANA!She looked straight up to see D'Kal's face in front of her where Seta's would be. She was stiff. She blinked quickly, and the image was gone.Seta: And how does that connect to what you encountered last night?Kijana: Child... He called me that often. :: She had a tear come from her unblinking eye. She was still stiff in her seat. She closed her eyes briefly, re-opening them. The room seemed darker. And there was a figure now behind Seta::::Beat::Seta: Response::Beat ::She could see him in the room, moving behind Seta, pacing back and forth staring at Hera with those terrible eyes. In his hands was that awful compliance regulator. It was what Terrans might recognize as a 'whip', or something similar. The scars on her right side hurt as she envisioned the thing. She closed her eyes as she replied to the sentiment from Seta.::Beat::Kijana: I don't know. Could be that... or that he is male... I've not a clue... :: She could feel D'Kal seemingly right next to her in her mind; she could feel the weight of his heavy hand on her shoulder, and she let out the last few words as almost a whisper, another tear falling with her eyes still shut. ::::Beat::Her chest was tight. It hurt as she drew in a big breath. She swore she felt a breath of his exhale, opening her eyes, pushing past the hallucination, releasing her own.Kijana: ::Whispering:: That's why I need your help...Seta: ResponseShe readjusted in her seat. He was no longer there. He was back where he belonged in whatever compartment of her brain in which he resided. She was safe for now. But she needed to figure out how he got out, and how she could get rid of him once and for all. She inhaled deeply and exhaled, an embarrassed smile cresting her face as she let it out. She opened her eyes and wiped the tears away.Kijana: I don't know...Some things I do know. That this runs deep. That there are things that I won't talk about just yet. That things are starting to ramp up in my head. That I need to see someone regularly for a while.Seta: ResponseKijana: Not a chance. I am more than fit. :: She changed her tone as she realized she was getting a bit edgy. :: Honest. I think that being on my first real assignment after what seems a lifetime of trying to change my future is weighing on me. I'm ready to start facing this thing once and for all. I don't need that strangling any chance of a life in Starfleet.Seta: ResponseTAGs/TBC
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I really love how @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock makes use of this rather relaxed mission and weaves in bits and pieces of her B-Plot back on One-Eighteen. This is from PNPC Shevon Sherlock - She said I could and LT Aine Sherlock - New Two
QuoteShevon sat in one of the bland plush chairs of Aine's. She accessed her PADD to find out what places would be best to start the search for redecorating their apartment. Eventually, she found an area that sounded interesting. She didn't know what the name meant or even what language it was. All she knew is it wasn't Federation Standard.((Apartment 302, Kowloon Block Apartments, Hong Kong Subdistrict, StarBase 118))Shevon took Aine up on her offer to stay. She wasn't sure if it would be permanent or not, but the way her sister spoke and the offer, sure made it sound like it would be. Aine had left for Bajor, and that was about all Shevon knew for now. Here she was home alone in a mostly empty apartment. Her small quarters on the Delight didn't exactly have room to keep much, but she swore she had more than Aine did and this apartment was big. And what little was there Shevon just did not understand. Plain. Bland. Boring. How could she be related to someone with such bad taste in furnishings? If she had to guess, Aine was born with a combadge and uniform. There was no personality in her possessions. She would have to change this if she were going to live there too. And Aine did say that she had given her full access to her Federation credits.
Sherlock: ::aloud to herself:: Pizza day tree?She felt embarrassed for a moment. She wasn't the most well read person, perks of growing up on a freighter. But she tried. What she did know was that the place looked lavish, and so did the furnishings in the images of the store. Much more so than anything she'd ever owned before. The specific store was another language she wasn't familiar with.
Sherlock: Dole...ban...bana...dole ban nan...and ::long pause:: gash.That was it, she had a destination and mission.
((Timeskip, Dolbanna and Gache, Nuovo Eleganza, StarBase 118))
Shevon had seen nothing like Piazza di Tre before. Upon entering the area, she was amazed that, like the habitat dome in which Aine lived, it appeared to look like a planet. She wondered what kind of technology exactly created such environments. Going from area to area felt like magically being transported to a whole other world.
There were shoppers, entertainers, and diners. People moved in and out of the shops that faced the three walls facing into a square with a fountain surrounded by an oddly milky looking stone that was polished smooth. Nothing about the experience made her feel particularly comfortable and she wondered just how much of what she knew of living was real. She always assumed everything was dirty, but not this place. It took a little bit of time for her to find the shop she was searching for. Not because it was hard to find, more that she kept getting distracted and the fancy writing in strange words were difficult for her to read.
Eventually someone had asked her if she needed assistance. The young man had spots down both sides of his head and neck. She'd heard of these people, Trills if she remembered correctly.
Kalog: Good day, madame. Is there something I can help you find.
Sherlock: ::with a suspicious look on her face:: What's a madame?
She'd been called a lot of things in her life, but never that.
Kalog: It's like saying ma'am, but nicer.
Sherlock: Ok. ::long pause:: I...need to buy furniture. My sister's apartment doesn't have...anything. She said I can buy whatever I need.
Kalog: Very good. So I presume you're new to the station?
Sherlock: Yes. I used to live on a ship. A freighter.
Kalog: Oh, you probably didn't have a lot of space there. And you had nothing back home?
Sherlock: That was my home.
Kalog: Oh.
She felt like he was judging her, though she couldn't be sure. Was it odd for someone to know nothing else? She couldn't be sure of that either. There was little anymore she was sure of.
Kalog: Well, we can help you out. We have a variety of furnishings. Do you know what you would like?
She silently shook her head. All she knew was that she didn't like the boring drab colored chairs her sister had. And that awful table in-between them...metal? Really?
Kalog: ::leaning in closer and giving Shevon a wink:: We'll figure out what you like, don't worry.
Her eyes dropped to the floor as she smiled timidly. Maybe he wasn't judging her like she thought. Between her sister offering to help and this man, she'd never met so many nice people. Freighter crews were close, but not in the nicest of ways and people she'd met on their travels were mostly rude. She wasn't sure if this was the place for her or not, and the difference was scaring her a bit. But she also had little other choice.
QuoteSherlock: No. ::shaking her head:: This is fine. I'm not going to lose it. I'll just politely talk to her about it when I get back.She took a deep breath and eased her grip on the PADD.Aine looked around the room in frustration for a place to throw her PADD without cracking the screen. The chair? No, it'd probably bounce off and hit the floor. The bed? No, not hard enough. Instead she just gripped it tightly before letting out a grunt of frustration. Yes, she'd told Shevon she could buy anything she needed for the apartment, and no one needed to spend that much.Sherlock: ::aloud to no one:: That's like three months of my pay!There was one last thing she wanted to do before departing for the planet's surface again and that was to check in on her sister. Grabbing her PADD and just about to open a comlink to 118, she noticed a notification. Opening it she recognized it was from her Federation credit account. It was normal to receive receipts, just as she had with her purchases on Bajor. But this one was substantial!She couldn't remember the rules for donning one's ribbons they'd earned. It was never that common save for a very few special events. She decided not to, this was an event for Bajor, not Starfleet officers. But there was one thing she would definitely be lax on tonight, she was letting her hair down, literally. It would be a nice and subtle contrast to the perfect fitting uniform.((Officer's Quarters, USS Narendra))Having been ordered to a grand gala of some sort, and informed it would be formal, Aine had made her way back to the Narendra to get ready after spending time at the market with Sal and Ensign Sill-con. She was absolutely thankful the event was formal attire, which meant her favorite: dress whites.
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QuoteZorkal: Shall we go look?
Renot: We shall!
The group made their way deeper into the temple, slowly but surely. They took their time to soak in all the sights and the atmosphere with Tito bringing up the rear.
Three men from vastly different species and with vastly different walks of life coming together fittingly in the Unity Temple. And with them asking all kinds of curious questions and clutching a pink hornicorn was the future.
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My character Arys might not be part of the Taybrim-Fanclub (she's a Dal/Foster-girl), but her writer is!
I love reading those narration-heavy Taybrim sims that give us an understanding of how Sal loves doing what he does, but also highlight the burden of always being center stage.
An absolute treat to read @Sal Taybrim , can't wait to drag Sal along to more missions
Quote((Hedrikspool Market, Bajor))
They left the overly, almost foppishly comfortable ride and Sal was more than ready to get some fresh air.
Stepping outside of the shuttle, he had the sudden urge to just… run.
Leave this place. Leave this life. Leave everything behind.
He didn’t, certainly. He stood there, with a firm stance, red hair highlighted by the bright sun, smiling and taking in the sights.
But he had felt Sill-con’s unease in the shuttle. The Empath had quickly intuited something was wrong and had fallen back in the conversation to try to moderate the growing tension. He found the newly minted Ensign had stuck solidly to his race’s commitment to duty. Sal understood this was a deeply ingrained cultural belief and that many Brikar were committed to their beliefs with fervor. He respected that.
But also so many people who came to Starfleet, leaving their homeworld, were oddities in some way shape or form. People who were possibly outcasts, possibly curious, possibly more adventurous or maybe just weird in some undefinable way. He didn’t feel it was fair to Sill-con to assume he would be like the stereotypical Brikarian guard that stood like a stone on his homeworld. Because otherwise wouldn’t someone who exactly and comfortably fit that mold stay on their homeworld?
Then again maybe some saw duty in the galaxy at large. Just because so many others left their homeworld because they didn’t feel comfortable there, maybe some left their homeworld for the purest expression of love for their home – to go out and protect it.
But there was something else in Sill-con that stirred something in the Commodore. Once upon a time Lt Commander Taybrim, the first officer of StarBase 118 was fast friends with the station’s security. But as time went on and he became Commander Taybrim, then Captain Taybrim, then Fleet Captain Taybrim and now Commodore Taybrim, he found himself in a low but noticeable tension with most every security officer – new and old. He had felt it come to a point with Ishani Kasun, someone he had known for years. Someone who he had at one time been able to enjoy downtime with.
But as his rank advanced and the danger – as well as the proverbial target on his back grew larger – he found that more and more his security officers were focused on his safety. Which he deeply appreciated in an academic way. He understood why that was a good thing and a part of duty.
But with every passing day, he found his life was more and more constricted. Expectations rose of him to be on stage and perfectly diplomatic at all times. Always on. Always at work. Always proper and … perfect.
He was on shore leave until the gala. A fleeting opportunity to go somewhere where he wasn’t center stage and wasn’t immediately recognized. He had a deep and growing desire to just relax a little and be a person having fun rather than a Commodore.
But every little reminder of duty, every motion he caught out of the corner of his eye that he knew was an intel operative following them for safety, every bit of hanging on decorum dragged him back into that quagmire that he couldn’t escape.
Every day he felt that Sal Taybrim the man was being consumed by Commodore Taybrim the FNS monster and maybe someday he would wake up and there would be nothing of him left but reports and diplomatic meetings and orders to be given out.
Sherlock: ::approaching the food vendor:: Three moba fruit, please. ::pulling out her PADD to pay and turning to Sal:: Hasperat? My treat.
He was broken from his reverie and offered a charming smile.
Taybrim: I would love some!
Sherlock: Would you like anything, Ensign? Also, would you prefer to not be called Ensign while we're ::beat:: I'm off duty?
Sill-con: i am in no need of any items, i always come prepared with all i need before an… as people of other kind call it… an “outing”.
That was Starfleet survival training at its best and Sal couldn’t help but smile. He was impressed. Most fresh Ensigns would be tripping over themselves to test the local food. But sometimes security officers in particular favored whatever they could control and bring with them.
Sherlock: ::giving Sill-con a nod then turning back to the vendor:: And I'll take a springwine as well...::pulling the mug out of her satchel:: I brought my own mug.
Taybrim: You came prepared!
He lingered in between Sherlock who was a ball of tantalizing energy, full of curiosity and playfulness – and Sill-con who was rock solid duty, and probably wondering if he was here to baby sit an idiot Commodore rather than be on shore leave.
And then there was the idiot Commodore, lingering in between the desire to play, to enjoy himself, to be a Betazoid who loved people and parties… and to be a Commodore. A man who carried the lived of billions on his shoulders with the decisions he made.
A crossroads between two extremes, brought to life by two officers who were hardly extremes, but embodied the brilliance of each.
He turned towards Sill-con.
Taybrim: Ensign, you’re not required to come to the market. I’m sorry if I made that seem like you were.
Sill-con: No commodore, I speak in earnest when I say that I'm ::pause for a second, glancing away for just a fraction before fixing his gaze at the commodore:: comfortable like this-
He drew in a long, slow breath, and addressed Sill-con gently.
Taybrim: This is still our shore leave. I respect that some species do not enjoy down time, find it counterproductive or even insulting. I appreciate your devotion to duty, and I am not asking you to be anything you are not or do anything you feel is uncomfortable or insulting.
Sherlock/Sill-con: ?
He gave a slow nod of agreement and turned between the two.
Taybrim: However, I also have to be quite plain. If anything dangerous or action-oriented happens today, we quite frankly are doing something wrong. We have some down time to pursue our interests and pleasures.
Every species has pleasures, even if they didn’t recognize them as such. Vulcans loved researched, despite not giving emotional weight to it. Some species favored combat, physical exercise or feats of great endurance. They might not be seen as artsy, partying or fun by other species, but they were interests and pleasures nonetheless.
And despite the fact that skydiving was one of his interests, he preferred to do even his adrenaline junky activities safely.
Sherlock/Sill-con: ?
Taybrim: yes. ::he confirmed with a nod:: I don’t know how to say this, because I think most often people only see flag officers as things. Plastered faces on FNS reports or holo-cam recordings. Nametags connected to orders. But here’s the terrible truth… we’re actually just people. People who have the power to make great and terrible decisions, yes. People who have the knowledge of a sector, and the responsibility to use it wisely. But people. And right now I am a tired person who hasn’t had a day off or a mental break in months. That isn’t healthy for my species. Therefore, I am off duty and I intend to focus on off duty activities until the Gala.
Was that difficult to hear?
Yes.
He knew full well that he was all at once Sal Taybrim a counselor, Sal Taybrim a hero, Sal Taybrim a monster and Sal Taybrim a military commander.
But right now he was Sal Taybrim a very tired man who was on the edge of being burnt out completely from life, the universe and everything. And he needed to have a little bit of a mental break and not have to feel guilty for not being on duty every second of his life.
Sherlock/Sill-con: ?
Taybrim: It is my job on a shore leave like this to facilitate every member of this crew in doing what supports their wellness or personal growth. Some will find this rests within duty. Others find this rests within exploration of a new culture, or finding time to relax. Any and all of these is both acceptable and encouraged. As members of Starfleet we learn how to accept that others are different from us. We learn about them and understand that every creature is made up of weaknesses that we can help bolster and strengths that we appreciate. This is natural. No one person can be and do everything at all times.
Sherlock/Sill-con: ?
He nodded towards Aine and waved his own credits towards the vendor. For a moment his voice carried that thin tread of exhaustion, cut though with an impish playfulness.
Taybrim: Yes, Lieutenant, I do believe I will have some Springwine.
Sherlock/Sill-con: ?
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I would say I am not into this sort of stuff but I would be a LIAR.
This is so well written and absolutely enjoyable to read ❤️
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This is a really neat plot twist from @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock and a great ending to a personal storyline I really enjoyed ❤️
Quote((Observation Lounge, USS Glenn))
Aine escorted their guest to the Observation Lounge and she couldn't help but notice the similarities between this Shevon person and herself. Their hair was clearly a different color, though with the tones she saw it was likely Shevon colored it. Her eyes were a naturally darker shade of green. Did Orions have green eyes? But the most standout features, their height and build. They were one for one the same height. Their shoulders, the same slope and width. She was willing to bet if you cut out a silhouette of the two, they'd be the same. And how does an Orion end up with the name Sherlock? And on a ship that Aine was familiar with via an altered timeline?
Monroe: Miss Sherlock, I presume?
The rest of the crew had gathered at one end of the long table forcing Aine to sit in a seat across from Shevon. She tried her best not to make direct eye contact.
Monroe: Thank you for joining us. I'm sorry for the loss of your ship. We'd like to ask you a couple questions.
Shevon nodded in agreement. Aine sat back, trying to look relaxed but she couldn't help but cross her arms defensively.Monroe: This is my acting First Officer Mel Martinson. Commander Diata. Engineers Egil Renot and Cat Vargas. Tactical Officer Aine Sherlock. And I'm Captain Monroe.
There was no avoiding eye contact at this point. The look on Shevon's face felt familiar. It was probably the same one she herself made on the bridge when she heard her own name over the comline.
Renot: Miss uh… Sherlock.. A pleasure…
Diata: My condolences on the loss of your ship and your captain.
Vargas: ?
Monroe: First, do you know why these pirates attacked your ship?
S. Sherlock: I'm sorry, but are we just going to ignore ::gesturing towards Aine:: THIS?
Monroe: We'll get to ::gesturing towards Aine:: THAT later.
THIS!? THAT!? Aine rolled her eyes. Why were they referring to her as a thing instead of a person?
S. Sherlock: They were after my father. They have been for some time.
Renot: I know the Captain said later… but… ::beat:: What are the chances you two are related. The whole name thing is a little weirding me out.
The Ensign thought he was weirded out?
Diata: This is not the time. As the captain said - *later*.
Vargas: ?Martinson: Look, I know we want to get to the bottom of all of this...
Renot: Hear me out for a moment; you two look… kinda similar in parts of the face and body. That sounded weird but I can't be the only one who sees it.
Diata: Ensign…
Vargas: ?Aine put her hand to her forehead and began rubbing her temples as she let out a sigh. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell them what she'd seen previously?
Renot: And the whole name thing is a little too weird to ignore if you ask me.
Diata: Ensign Renot, may I remind you that the Captain has already said that the matter will be discussed *later*. Currently we are trying to establish a timeline of events that led to the destruction of a vessel and the death of another captain. If you can not contain yourself, then I will escort you from the room and make sure that you receive remedial training as befitting your behaviour.
S. Sherlocks: I'd like to know what the hell this is about too.There was one difference between them, Aine wouldn't think of speaking that harshly to her seniors.Renot/Vargas: ?
Diata: I agree that it should be addressed, but first thing is first. The health and well being of your crew remains of utmost importance, as does a proper accounting of what occurred so that proper action can be taken.
A. Sherlocks: I agree. Let's just stick to the timeline for now
Timelines, timelines, timelines. This all started with timelines!Renot/Vargas: ?
Diata: Miss Sherlock, if you would please continue your recounting of what occurred, we can move on to other matters once this particular subject has been satisfactorily broached.Shevon looked to Aine as if she needed help. Aine wasn't sure why or what she could do to help alleviate the situation. They all just had to go through the motions.S. Sherlocks: My father, he used to work with that particular pirate crew. He used to do some smuggling for them. But, that was a long time ago. He doesn't ::long pause:: didn't do it anymore. They've been after him for a long time, I don't know why, he never told me.Renot/Vargas: ?S. Sherlock: Yes, my father was the Captain of the Delight. Well, he's not my real father.
Now Aine looked to Mel as if to ask for help. Of course, he had no clue what was going on. She was going to have to say something sooner rather than later.Renot/Vargas/Diata: ?
S. Sherlock: I don't know my real father. He left before I was born. I don't think he ever knew my mother was pregnant. All I know is he was from Earth and she gave me his last name.
A. Sherlock: Ok, see, this doesn't add up. I think this is just a coincidence. My father's never been off Earth.
Martinson: That you know of.
Aine shot a sharp look at Mel. He wasn't helping any.Renot/Vargas/Diata: ?
A. Sherlock: There is another possibility here.
Monroe: Go on.
A. Sherlock: About a year ago, the Resolution encountered a Q.
S. Sherlock: What the hell is that?
Aine looked at Shevon disapprovingly for interrupting her.
A. Sherlock: I was in an alternate timeline briefly. I was on the Delight, and so was my father. But she ::pointing to Shevon:: wasn't there. It's possible that she was created as a result of a disruption of the timeline.
Renot/Vargas/Diata: ?
Monroe: I'm no expert in temporal mechanics, but I guess that's all possible?Shevon suddenly stood and slammed her fists on the table, drawing everyone's attention.S. Sherlock: Wait a damn minute! That's bullshit! I've been here for twenty-six years and there's not a damn thing any of you can say to that!
The Captain raised both her hands in a gesture asking Shevon to sit back down and calm down.
Monroe: Miss Sherlock, no one is saying that that is the case. Merely hypothesizing.Martinson: We can check Federation records, names, dates. And Aine, you may want to contact your father, just in case.Renot/Vargas/Diata: ?
Aine couldn't believe this. All her pre-Starfleet life, her father had told her that space was dangerous. How she shouldn't go out into the dark because of that. There was no possibility, in her mind, that her and Shevon were related. But as she began remembering things he'd said, it occurred to her that there was something he never did say, that he'd never actually been out there.tags/TBC
((OOC: If you all want, feel free to wrap this scene up. Or keep going, I'll leave it up to the next person. There will be an epilogue sim that explains more later.))Lieutenant Aine SherlockTactical OfficerStarBase 118 OpsR239712AS0-
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Foster: Dinner? ::He blinked, and told himself sternly to not make a stupid excuse:: I think I like dinners. I like to eat and I like to eat with other people…
Good boy, Wyn! He mentally celebrated the stupid little fact that he didn’t come up with some piss poor excuse to go hide away in his quarters. That was positive progress and he was proud of himself.
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Geleth: The red ones. With dimples. And green…hair.
Emlott: They are called strawberry. They're Terran.So cuuuuuuuuute
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QuoteFoster: Bare hands, huh?
Renot: I was an idiot.
Well, admitting it was half the problem. He respected that.
Foster: I’m not disagreeing. ::he waved a hand and a corresponding antenna, not lecturing on it either.:: What was the situation that predicated it?
Renot: Well, the proper answer is, well, that. Didn't think to get gloves, then we were pulling the thing apart before I could think of replicating or borrowing some.
He paused and offered the slow one finger point towards Egil.
Foster: I may recommend you retake engineering safety 101 in your down time.
Renot: Yeah not my brightest moment.
Foster: Look at the bright side. At least you didn’t lick it.
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I really love this glimpse into Tito's past , and how it makes him apathetic towards the situation he is currently in. It's a heavy read, but it really showcases the how much effort Tito's writer has put into the characters backstory.
Proud of you, @Vitor S. Silveira❤️
QuoteOOC: all thoughts, words and actions are IC only. Trigger warning over language, violence and substance abuse.
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((Starbase 118, Sickbay))
Tito followed the Ensign, and regarded her with a bit more attention than before. She was short, but attractive, and she looked like one of those “Nice Docs” that really cared about their patients.
A negative bonus point, as it reminded him of Jo.
Pushing aside that thought he spoke, trying to do so in a soft tone.
Tito: Who is our first… oO Victim.Oo Patient?
Had she heard his thoughts? Harper suddenly stopped and paused or did something in her PADD that Tito couldn't see. Then she turned to face him.
Harper: Lieutenant. I understand the situation you have found yourself in is unpleasant for you, but please remember where we are.
Tito forced himself to keep the smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and his "positive" posture - none of it genuine. His glacier stare was perhaps the only thing that was completely honest, and he had the suspicion that the Ensign was on to him.
Tito: I am fully aware of where I am, Ensign.
The Doctor motioned down the corridor to the large Sickbay complex.
Harper: We live in a society that is technologically advanced. We now send people home after surgeries that two hundred years ago would have kept them in the hospital for several days. Knowing that, please keep in mind what might keep people in the hospital here in this day and age when we have such knowledge and technology at our fingertips.
What was this? How was it called? Peep talk?
Was this a motivational speech, or the way the Ensign chose to tell him she was watching him? Where was she heading with this?
Tito: Although it is not my field I understand the need to keep patients happy. I am however puzzled as to why you are mentioning this.
Harper: Now take a moment to put yourself in their shoes. You’re stuck in a hospital, and though you are receiving wonderful care from doctors and nurses, you are still in a hospital. You aren’t at home with your family, you aren't in familiar surroundings. You’re here, either because you’re sick, you’re waiting for surgery, or something along those lines, and you need frequent care from medical staff that you just can’t get at home. You’re lonely. You’re tired. And while we do everything we can to make our patients comfortable, that can only be done to a certain degree.
OK, wrong class. It was a lesson in empathy.
Fair enough, some Doctors favored good bedside manners. Empathy with the patient, not just sympathy for the situation. Worrying about their well being, worrying about them, sometimes as if they were part of one's own family.
Tito: I see, so my first lesson is about empathy. Duly noted Ensign. Anything else?
Harper: The thing is, you think you have people fooled. But you don’t. And patients…well, most of them aren’t empaths, but they aren’t dumb. They can see who wants to be there and who doesn’t. All they want from you is someone to talk to, to feel somewhat normal even in the midst of all the machinery that surrounds them. They’re grateful for the little comforts they get, and wish for the bigger comforts of home that are out of reach, even if it’s only temporary. That’s what you’re walking into Lieutenant Tito. People’s whose lives have been disrupted and they could use all the smiles and kindness they can get to lift their spirits.
Tito kept his smile. So she really was on to him. And she really was one of the “Nice Doctors”.
Tito found himself finding her… was it innocent? Naive?
Yes, naive was perhaps the best word.
He towered over her as he took a step closer. His voice was calm but colder than Andoria’s snowy nights, while his eyes brightened with a fire as hot as the deserts of Vulcan.
Tito: Point taken. I have warned you I am not good at this. And I understand your lecture, I will endeavor to be more honest. Can I ask you something?
Harper: response
Tito: I’ll be able to explain where I am coming from, should I share it with you?
Harper: response
Tito straightened, hands holding the medical tricorder crossed in front of him, shoulders slightly forward, as if he was ready to spread his arms like wings.
He still wore a smile, not a fake one, not a happy one, a simple smile.
Tito: I have spent time with people whose lives have been disturbed. ::he raised his hand slowly pointing to their surroundings.:: And it wasn’t in a place like this, because not everyone lives as part of society. Be it technologically advanced or not.
Well, part of it is, in Silver Palaces like this one, but down the gutter… ::He shook his head.::
Down there smiles and kindness don’t lift spirits. Other things, more hazardous ones, do. And I have seen those spirits, I was one of them. So thin there’s barely any skin in their bones. So sick they could barely breathe. Eyes glazed in a lifeless stare only looking for the next fix.
Tito looked at the Ensign. How many of those he had seen were her age? Some, but they usually didn’t last, but he recalled one girl he came across twice. He wasn’t sure of the time between encounters.
Tito: There was a young girl, probably about your age. We had the same dealer, and that’s where I first saw her. Totally hooked on what he sold, but still able to fool everyone. She could pass as a Starfleet Officer. Maybe she was. Sometime later we crossed paths again. I was already in bad shape, but she looked far worse. A wreck of a figure. Barely standing. You have no idea what she offered to do, just to get a few credits. ::Tito shook his head.:: She was disgusting looking. Dirty, sick, she smelled like a dead man.
Tito cleared his trough, curious how recalling it now was affecting him.
Tito: She collapsed. We weren't in a friendly or even civilized neighborhood, and although it was a Federation world there were no Doctors around. I tried to comfort her, told her to just go to sleep. She nodded, smiled at me and closed her eyes, falling asleep only seconds after. She must have been so tired, and finally felt safe enough to sleep. You know what I did after?
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Tito stood straight. Cold, motionless like a marble statue. But still he smiled.
Tito: Once she closed her eyes, I took everything she had on her except her clothes. Then I went to see my dealer.
He took a deep breath and looked deeply into the Ensign’s eyes.
Tito: This isn’t a you lecture me, I lecture you thing. Why am I this way? Am I bitter over how unfair things can be? Perhaps. I can deal with that. But truthfully, don’t ask me to get instantly emphatic, please. Don’t expect that. Let me leave it out of my head, llike kindness, respect and…
For a second he almost said love. He frowned, turning serious and losing his smile.
Tito: Look, my smile and attitude might not be honest, but they are the best effort I can give right now. Back then, I followed a self destructive path. As I went along I lost everything… No, I had already lost everything before that. Afterwards it was just as if I was emptying myself of the last remains of humanity. ::He shrugged.:: That's how I became what I am.
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I wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you to @Alora DeVeau for organizing Ops' first ever Character-Trivia Challenge ❤️
Due to a mixup in the calendar we had our monthly voice chat a week early, and Alora spontaneously decided to host a second one on the actual first weekend of the month. Someone suggested to do a Character Trivia night and Alora collect fun facts from participating players and moderated the evening. It was an absolute blast and definitely one of the best get-togethers we've had so far!
Thanks also to @Sal Taybrim @Vitor S. Silveira @EgilRenot and @Lt Aine Olive Sherlock for eargerly participating
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LT Aine Sherlock and Shevon Sherlock - How Do We Begin?
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