[JP Ens. Trovek & Amb. Zorkal - A Good Death - A Good Wife]

Alora's description of food makes me hungry 

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And then, almost as a little spark of light, T’Lea’s face appeared before him. 
He smiled, thinking how she would absolutely hate it if she knew he thought of her that way; his little spark of light in the darkness.

@John Kendrick Pleeeeeeease say it to her face

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The line closed with a beep and Aria found herself staring at the space Alea had been occupying just moments before - the pain deepening, trying to convince herself she was the Captain of a Starship and she had to keep it together, for the crew, to get it done, to keep them safe. 

 

She bit her lip to keep herself in the present.  Suddenly there was a voice interrupting her.

Tito: It felt, but it wasn’t real. It worsen the pain, but maybe it could bring us something Captain.

Aria tried to set her face hard and looked to the Lieutenant and tilted her head. 

Tito: Closure.
 

She couldn't take it - it wasn't closure to see Alea disappear again, it wasn't closure to have the woman she thought was all the best parts of her die, it wasn't closure to be reminded how she had failed because in a moment she was indecisive - regardless of what the counselors had told her.  

 

She felt an anger rising inside of her.

 

Oddas: I ::pause::

 

She clutched her fists and rethought her response.

 

Oddas: Take the bridge, inform me of any problems.

 

Any: Response

 

Aria left the bridge and entered her ready room, when she was sure the room was closed behind her, she leaned back against the wall next to the door.  In her mind, the scene of Alea fell down the rock face over and over, forcing the chasm in her chest to widen.  Aria slid along the wall, openly sobbing, wrapping her arms around her knees.

 

I will admit that I was 99% certain that we would get either an almost tearful goodbye, or some similarly warm and fuzzy conclusion to @Oddas Aria and Alea.

A happy ending.

I absolutely adore that this wasn't the case. 

 

[Ensign Falt - A Royal Visit?]

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OOC: Moving the scene with Williams and Falt on. Obviously any of the below could simply be a vision 😊.

 

((Corridor Leading to JAC Lab, Deck 8, USS Juneau))

 

Oddas: =/\= Doctor Indobri, Standby. Oddas to Crew, prepare for =/\=

 

Tomas was only just aware of the Captain on the comline, confused as he was by the sight in front of him. The familiar layout of the JAC lab had been replaced by an empty room, smoke filled and lit by the eerie green Borg light. A single figure stood there, it’s back to them. Tomas couldn’t determine if it was Borg or not, but something about it was odd.

 

Williams: Response

 

Oddas: =/\= prepare for maneuvers, brace yourself.  Bridge, monitor for any issues. Doctor, Commander Quinn, execute. =/\=

 

Indobri: =/\= Acknowledged. =/\=

 

Tomas became aware of movement above him. A Borg device was lowering an object toward the odd looking figure. For a second or two he couldn’t make out what it was, but as it got closer to the figure he realised what was going on. His blood ran cold.

 

oO Now would be a really, really, good time to stop these visions Oo

 

Now complete with head, the figure turned to face them. 

 

Borg Queen: I am the beginning. The end. The one who is many. I am Borg.

 

Falt: Well, to whom do we owe this vision.

 

Williams: Response

 

Borg Queen: Vision? Oh I assure you I am no vision.

 

A sudden panic gripped Tomas, what if this wasn't a vision, what if it was the Borg behind all this somehow? He took a deep breath to try and combat his rising adrenaline. 

 

Williams: Response

 

Tomas took out his tricorder and ran a quick scan, according to the readout he was alone in the room with Commander Williams. As if to prove the point the Queen flickered for a moment.

 

Falt: ::satisfaction in his voice:: It seems they've started bouncing the signal of the metaphasic shielding. Vision, manifestation, whatever you are, it doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon.

 

Borg Queen: Humans. Your minds are so tiny, so three dimensional. So incapable of true understanding. We are everywhere.

 

Tomas tried to ignore the Queen, expecting her to promptly disappear once the playing had started. He waited a few seconds, nothing happened. He waited a few seconds more. Again nothing happened, except that he felt another rush of adrenaline. The Queen hadn’t vanished, maybe the plan wasn't working properly. If that was the case they really needed to try and find the cause.

 

oO Best let the bridge know what’s going on Oo

 

Falt: =/\= Ensign Falt to the bridge. =/\=

 

The Captain's response was blunt, she obviously didn't have time for pleasantries.

 

Oddas: =/\= What have you found down there? =/\=

 

Falt: =/\= We're in the JAC lab sir, along with a vision of the Borg Queen. =/\=

 

Williams: =/\= Response =/\=

 

Oddas: =/\= I could use some recommendations, we can't keep this power configuration up for long, gentleman. =/\=

 

Falt: =/\= Understood sir, we'll check the artefacts here for any possible cause, as soon as we've dealt with this...  vision. =/\=

 

Oddas: =/\= Response. =/\=

 

Borg Queen: Oh, are you looking for this?

 

Tomas turned sharply to look at the Borg, who was now holding a small orb between her cybernetic hands. It was about 10 centimeters across, and shared the same distinct markings as he had seen on all the other Cagnal artefacts. 

 

Borg Queen: ::turning the orb in her hands:: A curious device, it has a psychokinetic field that manipulates subspace just enough that your primitive minds experience visions. We, on the other hand, can use it as an interplexing beacon. 

 

She paused and looked directly at Tomas.

 

Borg Queen: I told you I wasn’t a vision. Thanks to this I’ve been here all along, listening in on all your thoughts and memories. It’s been… enlightening.

 

Williams: Response

 

Borg Queen: Oh, you can have it. ::Throwing the orb to Williams:: Now we’re discovered it’s of no more use to us, I’m sure you’ll be blocking our signal in a moment anyway.

 

Tomas thought the Queen almost looked smug.

 

Borg Queen: Oh, one last thing before I go. ::smiling:: Do tell Captain Oddas she has a lovely ship. The warp core design is very interesting, I’d love to meet with her and get to know more about it.

 

With that… threat the Queen disappeared, and the JAC lab returned to its normal appearance. Tomas turned to Williams and scanned the orb still in his hands. After a few seconds his tricorder confirmed what he already knew.

 

Falt: This is it sir, no doubt about it.

 

Williams: Response.

 

Falt: We have to neutralise it. Normally I’d say we should put it behind a forcefield and study it to see what we can find out, but if any of that with our guest was true it might be best to simply destroy it. What do you think sir?

 

Williams: Response.

 

TAG / TBC

 

Ensign Tomas Falt

Science Officer

USS Juneau, NX-99801

J239807TF2

 

 

Really nice and unexpected plot twist, Mr @Tomas Falt 

Now I am worried. 

But it's just a hallucination, so it's fine. 

... Right?  O.O 

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T’Lea:  For the record, your [...] isn’t stupid.  ::pause::  It’s quite adequate and aesthetically pleasing.  And I don’t mean that in a sexual way. ::sneer:: Don’t report me for harassment.

Arys has never been so confused by a statement @TLea

Edit: The censored word makes it even better 

[2021 Halloween Avatar Contest: Juneau check-in]

Everyone on the Juneau is always talking about love.

 

Yuck.

 

But now its time for me to tell you what Counselor Trovek loves, the thing that counsellors love best of all.

[Cadet J'ryn "Jack" Ressan - Death Is Not The Opposite Of Life, But A Part Of It]

This gave me feelings, I don't like it. ☹️

[JP LtJG Tito and Ens Trovek: The Frog and the Scorpion.]

They most definitely do not 😤

[LtCmdr T'Lea - Like popcorn!]

See that's what I like about it. I find T'Lea to be a very interesting character and I really enjoyed the contrast between the comedy of swimming in voles, and the fact that in T'Lea's mind it's actually a quite dark scenario. 

I also find the fear of being exposed for those slightly darker character traits very relatable. So yeah. Well done, I loved it. 🖤

[LtCmdr T'Lea - Like popcorn!]

I enjoyed reading this a lot @TLea

 

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(( Deck 4))

 

Trovek: I’ll live-.. I’m fine!..  Please stop looking at me like I need a hug and a teddy. 

 

The Romu-vulc gave her exactly what she wanted.  No sympathetic looks.  Just business as usual for a Starfleet XO.

 

T’Lea:  We need to continue to main engineering and we may have need of both your expertise along the way.  ::at Arys::  Are you able to continue?

 

Trovek: Yes. It’s fine. 

 

Good answer.  Even if it wasn’t fine.  That was fine too.  

 

T’Lea:  Is anyone here claustrophobic?

 

Trovek: Not really, why are you-… oh…shrinking turbolift. Yeah.. let’s not think about that. Sorry I mentioned it. 

 

Kendrick: Response

 

Sival: I suggest we all do our best to suppress all fears and any other vulnerable feelings that the hallucinations attempt to exploit. Watch your imagination. Keep a rational mind.   

 

That sounded easy enough, but T’Lea knew better.  They headed toward the nearest lift down the corridor, which was eerily vacant and silent.  She assumed that meant somebody was imagining it, or the entire crew was preoccupied with their own idiot visions to be doing their jobs.

 

 

Trovek: … Where even is Engineering? 

 

T’Lea:  Deck 15 is upper Main, and Deck 16 is lower Main Engineering.  I’d suggest we go in on the lower deck.

 

Silval/Kendrick: response

 

Trovek: Hey, not like I thought I’d ever be needed there. I mean I always found it interesting, but.. well.

 

The group arrived at the turbolift and entered.  Silence filled the small car after the correct deck was ordered.  The peaceful hum of the lift purred along, and T’Lea concentrated on that until the Counselor made a noise.

 

Arys: Uhm…. 

 

She followed the Bajoran’s eyes down toward her leg and saw the Vole attempting to crawl up.  T’Lea lurched and kicked it away.  It tumbled, rolled across the lift and giggled like it was a game.

 

Vole:  What are you afraid of?  Heeheehee!

Yes, there was a bit of anxiety that had momentarily flushed through T’Lea’s system, but she quickly suppressed those childish fears.  Ignoring the Vole that was now cleaning it’s face with it’s paws, she turned to her fellow officers with poise. 

It was clear that whatever was happening to them was going present the possibility of embarrassing moments.  She decided to own one of hers.

T’Lea:  As a child I went on archaeology expeditions with my Uncle.  We were on Ferenginar for several months, and during that time it was Yut-Yut mating season.  I fell into one of their pits and since then I have not be particularly fond of rodents.

Vole:  Yes.  Yes.  But what are you afraid of?

T’Lea:  Not you.

She sternly rejected the imaginary creature that had scampered back at her feet.  

Vole:  Heeheehee!  Then they have nothing to fear at all!  

That sounded ominous.

Kendrick/Sival/Trovek: response

T’Lea:  It’s under control.  

Vole:  ::mocking::  It’s under control!  Heehehehee!

If the Vole was going to follow her around and jeer her the entire time this was going to become very annoying.

 

Kendrick/Sival/Trovek: response

 

Vole:  ::at T’Lea::  Why don’t you just admit to these peons here what you are really afraid of?  

 

T’Lea staunchly ignored the creature at her feet.

 

Kendrick/Sival/Trovek: response

 

Vole:  Should any of you be giving advice, really? Like, really, really?  ::at Sival::  No life-dead wife.   ::glaring at Trovek::  And don’t you have serious problems of your own, killer?  ::happy dance::  Oh, I know!  Maybe I should have a bunch of babies to make you feel better!

 

T’Lea:  Shut up!

 

She kicked the Vole and it went flying into the turbolift wall where it blew apart into hundreds of voles.  Like popcorn popping the creatures filled the car in an explosion of duplicates all laughing hysterically as they towered toward the ceiling.

 

Oddly, T’Lea was more [...]ed than panicked, although reliving the terrifying memory of her childhood was not lost on her, here and now.  She swatted at the mound of critters as they reached neck height, and luckily the turbolift came to a stop at its destination.  The doors opened and out spilled a tidal wave of Voles into the corridor.

 

Kendrick/Sival/ Trovek: response

 

T’Lea pushed out onto the deck and the minion of Voles parted beneath her feet, laughing and having a good old time.  Angry, she kicked at them and they backed off, which had a sobering effect on them. 

 

T’Lea:  I told you, I am not afraid of you!

 

Voles:  Angry!  She’s getting angry!  

 

The army of Voles spoke in creepy unison and lined up in regimen behind their Romu-vulc leader.

 

Voles:  Do it!  Let her out.  Let her out to play with us!

 

T’Lea:  ::vicious:: Shut up or—

 

The main Vole perked up, excited and happy.

 

Vole:  Or you’ll kill us?  

 

Suddenly T'Lea understood what they wanted from her.   What she was hiding.  WHO she was hiding.  T’Lea turned her back on the minion of Voles and closed her eyes.  

Suppress it.  That was her only option.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and shrugged it off.

 

Kendrick/Sival/Trovek: response

 

T’Lea:  I have it under control.

 

Breath and suppress.  Little by little she pushed down the inner-darkness that the Voles wanted her to bring out.  And one by one the Voles poofed away until none remained, except one.  The main antagonist of them all.

 

Vole:  Aww…  so close.  Maybe next time.  Bye bye.

 

Poof!  In a white puff of smoke the creature vanished, but it’s little laugh remained a few moments more.

 

Composed and on task, T’Lea turned to face the other officers hoping nobody had pieced together what she already knew.

 

T’Lea:  Shall we continue?  Engineering is that way.

 

She pointed down the corridor.

 

Kendrick/Sival/Trovek: response

 

 

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Defective Vulcan at it again.  @TLea

 

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T’Lea:  Don’t look at me.  I am not on duty and therefore whatever you three decide, I will go along with it.  ::pause:: No matter how stupid it is. 

 

She just had to throw that in there.  It made her happy.

 

[Ensign Trovek & LtCmdr T'Lea - Shield-maidens, part 2]

Co-writing this was an absolute pleasure ❤️ 

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@Sival and the moba fruit 😸

 

As he took the last bite of the food on his plate, he realized that he was enjoying the moba fruit. Really enjoying it. To the point of indulgence. He instantly realized the seriousness of the situation. Usually, Sival suppressed or moderated his emotions. The only times they ‘ran away from him’ was when he was daydreaming or lost in thought about a project, and even during those times the emotion he felt was relatively mild and could be easily reined back in. 

 

Never had he lost awareness of an emotional experience and let it control his behavior, until now. 

 

oO This is what happens when I do not carefully regulate my emotions. Oo

[Lieutenant John Kendrick - Voices]

I loved this so so much!!! 

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I already adore @TLea

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Trovek: … well I like a dark blue. Like, really dark. What’s yours?

T’Lea: Black.

Blunt and honest.  Whatever the counselor wanted to read into her answer was, as far as T’Lea was concerned, strictly nonsense.  Liking a certain color didn’t quantify or categorize a person’s mental health.  Black was easy and didn’t require much thought.  And it was dark and scary and made T’Lea feel good.

Okay maybe there was something to it, but that’s not why she had asked. 

[Graduating class of 239809.13]

FINALLY! Witness me as I shed the cloak of the Cadet and ascent to unlimited POWER!

.... Ahem. What I mean to say is, thank you, I love being here and can't wait to get started - even if I already got attached to @Jo Marshall and @Alieth❤️