sb118-ops SB118 Ops: Quotations of the Week!

[Alora DeVeau]

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Sherlock: We're in a friendly place. Really. What could go wrong?

You just HAD to say it, didn't you?

[Alora DeVeau]

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Aine's eyes widened. Was this a warning directed at her? She wasn't planning on getting into a fight...planning. Did he read her mind about the cliff diving? No, she knew enough telepaths in Starfleet to know that was considered inappropriate to do. She didn't have a reputation did she?

Just a small one.

[Alora DeVeau]

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Foster: I shall call you Master of the Sickbay domain, first of her name, ruler of the biobeds…

Keep going.  Wyn needs to give Alora some titles too. 😄

[Alora DeVeau]

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Sometimes Arys missed Oddas. Sometimes Arys thought that she could create the perfect CO if she merged Taybrim and Oddas into one person. Maybe they could visit Denali Station and cause a transporter incident. 

 

We already have one of those in SB118. 😛

[Alora DeVeau]

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In his defense he had come to StarBase 118 as its First Officer.  And then stayed.  And became its Commanding officer.  And then picked First Officers who were equally social and gregarious. Introverts of StarBase 118, beware.  Taybrim and DeVeau would hunt you down and talk to you…

We're coming for you.

[Alcyone Brennan]

@EgilRenot giving us all the feels 

 

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Zorkal: 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.

 

 

[Alora DeVeau]

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Sherlock: ::still thinking about the marble:: oO Who puts a marble in food? Oo Yeah ::beat, now distracted by the marble:: it's marblelous...marvelous.

*cackle*

[Alora DeVeau]

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If it was one thing Aine could relate to, it was hunger. She was always hungry. And always down to try new things. Which seemed odd as it never seemed like she put on an ounce.

And this is why we hate her.

[Sal Taybrim]

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oO Interesting? All that means is non-militaristic groups hire mercs and terrorists, and the war goes underground. People still get killed. Profit over bloodshed? Profit and bloodshed. Can you really ever separate the two? Profit means deriving benefit where previously there was none; bloodshed means depriving someone or something of life to gain some benefit. Sure, theorize. Spend an entire career debatin' this link in some series of academic symposia. When it boils down, all it means is, money buys muscle, muscle buys power, power brings money. I'd like to think Starfleet could be an antidote to that cycle, but maybe I'm wrong. Is the Colonel implying we're just hired goons here to cause trouble? Oo
 

This is a fantastic little bit of narration on Nella's PoV on the Orion Syndicate and how the universe works.  Love it!

[Sal Taybrim]

I gotta shout this out because not only was this super fun to react to, but major OOC props for Sutter's social bravery!  IC he may not get the same high praise, but I'm OOC loving it!

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Sutter: Thanks! ::not bothering to see who he had just stolen wine from::  

 

Sutter: ::He entered the center of the hall and stepped up to the lectern holding his stolen bottle of wine in one hand and his glass in the other.:: May I have everyone’s attention please! ::projecting his voice over the clatter of cutlery and conversation::

 

The chatter died down, and all eyes looked his way. Well, it’s now or never, Ray.

 

Sutter: ::filling the glass as he spoke:: My name is Ensign Ray Sutter, and it has come to my attention that ALL ensigns new to a post must toast their Commanding Officer at their first formal event. ::he found Aine and looked her dead in the eye:: Now, one might think ::setting the wine bottle on the ground:: this is a bit of hazing, taking advantage of a fresh eager ensign willing to do anything to prove themselves. But, regardless of that, and now that I have your attention ::smiling::, I’ll give my toast.

 

Ray scanned the room until his gaze fell on Commodore Taybrim. The Betazoid stared directly at Ray, his face emotionless. If this didn’t end Ray’s career, he was in for one hell of a dressing down.

 

Sutter: ::holding his glass high:: It is both my honor and my privilege to serve under your command, Sir. May I only prove myself worthy of your respect. To the Commodore. May you lead with your heart, your faith, your wisdom, and the knowledge that we will gladly follow wherever you take us. ::Ray lowered his glass, took a drink, smiled and returned to his seat::

 

Sutter: ::to Aine, grinning:: There’s your toast.

 

 

[Nella Noxwyn]

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Trovek: My preference would be you not being aware that other women exist, but failing that… you can not look at people. ::she shrugged:: In return, we could agree on five. 

🤣

[Nella Noxwyn]

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Sherlock: Then who would I talk to?

 

Man: I might know a man.

 

Noxwyn: ::with sharp eyes:: Then I might let you take us to him. First, Tell us who you are.

 

Man: Let me take you to him?

 

Emlott: ::rolling her eyes in annoyance:: Play nice, Owla. ::her gaze turned towards the man:: But yes.

 

The routine, without even being planned, was working. Good cop, bad cop is what Terrans called it. Nella as Owla laying down a threatening posture while Ferri and Aine would "charm" their way in...

 

Sherlock: Yes, we'd surely like to meet him.

 

Man: I have better things to do.

 

Emlott: ::smiling:: But do these things require you in one piece? If so, denying us might prove disadvantageous to your future plans.

 

...or maybe it was bad cop, bad cop, good cop?

This was fun

[LCDR Aine O. Sherlock]

Concerning our CMO, yes, it is.

 

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Sera:  283 days.  Is interrogation part of your bedside manner? 

 

[Sal Taybrim]

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Trovek: Not quite - looks like this wasn't created but found in the 

pac-.. patri-... animal.. horns.

 

You know, the things... with the horns...  ::waves hand::

[Sal Taybrim]

I am *loving* Egil's undercover persona and descriptions!

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Egil was wearing a brilliant gold silk suit and a bold black and gold patterned shirt. He took the time to meticulously coif his hair. A pair of gold framed round sunglasses perched on his nose. On several of his fingers, he wore chunky golden rings with ‘jewels’ adorning them. Unless someone tested his clothes and accessories for authenticity, they wouldn’t be able to tell it was replicator fashion. Egil did not plan on letting anyone that close to him, anyways. He wore gold hoops in his ears and a chunky, modern looking gold piece around his neck. 

 

He definitely stood out. In fact, he was practically glowing under the sun, as if he was the sun itself. During their transport there, he apologised profusely to the two women, knowing that to pass as a rich, pompous ass, he needed to act the part, assuring them that he didn’t mean anything harsh or rude that he may have to say.

 

[Sal Taybrim]

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Sill-con flinched slightly, was he being acknowledged by the doctor? He awkwardly looked from left to right before he returned the gesture, assuming it was mandatory out of… respect? He really needs to polish his rock on human culture. I mean he doesn't remember humans being blue… maybe they turned blue when they got really old, since the doctor had white hair.

 

I love this description!

[Sal Taybrim]

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Sera: Indeed.  It would appear that in this exam you are being quite…thorough. 

oO Thorough…invasive…prying…nosy…pick a synonym Oo 

Whoever said Vulcan's weren't opinionated... didn't know any Vulcans 😆

[LCDR Aine O. Sherlock]

4 hours ago, Sal Taybrim said:

Whoever said Vulcan's weren't opinionated... didn't know any Vulcans 😆

This has been a great scene to read. In my head, I can see the subtle interplay between @Sera and @Lt. Trovek and Lt. Seta so well!

[Alora DeVeau]

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Sera:  As it is exceptionally difficult to perpetrate a crime in which there is no evidence, I am confident the culprit left some residual behind.  Which is the motivation behind our request, Doctor Zumagi.   

 

Zumagi: I have no qualms about granting you two authorization to my lab to investigate. I have nothing to hide. It’s accessed through my biometrics and authorisation codes. ::paused a beat:: I’m a little unsure of Federation tech still, how would you two go about using that to get access? 

 

oO  Easy. We simply bypass your security protocols.  Oo 

Not that we're doing anything sus.

[LCDR Aine O. Sherlock]

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Perhaps he was wrong.  Perhaps Idan spoke the truth.  And Perhaps Lukin
was a worshipper of the Prophets.

I didn't know Lukin was religious! 😉

[Sal Taybrim]

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It was exciting and somewhat therapeutic for Ray to run through the

setup procedure that he had executed 1000 times in the academy, part of

him wished he existed in a time when a lab consisted of beakers, Bunsen

burners, chemicals, and potions of all types. Sure, that time was

romanticized a bit, but it did not stop him from wishing he was there.

 

Soft jazz by the light of a Bunsen burner... I just love the imagery!  Bravo @Kabuki-kai!

[Alora DeVeau]

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Ferri forced herself to remain calm but inquisitive. Having been responsible for preparing Ambassador Zorkal for those present at the Gala, she remembered that Idan Vett was the minister of… something. Conversation? Probably not.

 

[Alora DeVeau]

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Foster: Cracked ribs are just that – cracked.  They hurt, they need an oseto-regenerator and a good sleep cycle but they can be fixed.  The trick right here right now is to keep those cracked ribs from doing something nasty.

Sill-Con / Tito: ?

Foster: Yes, exactly, like breaking.  Because when they break they tend to do terrible things like puncture vital organs and that makes for a very, very bad day. 

He was already up on his feet, rummaging through the medical supplies.

Sill-Con / Tito: ?

Foster: Step one – no more trauma.  The breaks aren’t contiguous right now, and all the ribs are still connected to and moving with your chest.  That’s good.  More trauma can break sections of the ribs off so they flail around and basically play racquetball inside your chest.  That’s very not good.

 

[LCDR Aine O. Sherlock]

3 hours ago, Alora DeVeau said:

 

That's the bedside manner I like in a Doctor.

[Sal Taybrim]

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The team was making significant progress. Now that Ivin’s data wasn’t mysteriously vanishing or corrupting, or his lab wasn’t being trashed or robbed, or any other various uncoincidental mishaps. Ivin was very unhappy that what had taken him months with his current tech level and whatever hindrances occurred, this little rag-tag team managed in a few hours. He was a little salty about it. Or a lot.

how salty?  >.>