veritas Overheard in the Shoals: Veritas Notable Quotables

[Jo Marshall]

Also known as "Holy Grail Melt Mode"

 

 

[BenStryker]

I wonder how much spam was use to make THAT guy's head exploded on screen. Hmm.... *shudders*

[+ Nadeshiko]

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Bartender:::groaning:: Klingons...yeah, yeah...two mugs of swill coming up! ::throwing a rag over his shoulder:: I miss when they just ordered Rum...

From https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-veritas/c/RXROESz-Iq8/m/fx2bhTvIBQAJ

I snorted at this line in amusement

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

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Kelrod: Does the captain know that you're here and who you really are? Because he didn't mentioned having any passenger...

Kallo: That... is also a long story.

@Blake: Why not make it a short story then? 

 

 

[Wil Ukinix]

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Kallo: I intend to take a diamond belonging to the Badnut family. They're a rather wealthy bunch that run trade near End Triangle. But to get the diamond, I have to access their family crypt. And I can't just walk in.

Rahman: Response?

Kallo: I'd never lie to you, Captain. I intended to pretend to be a member of the family, fake my death, have my body placed in the crypt — and with complete and open access to the Badnut diamond available to me, it is mine for the taking.

Blake:::frowning in thought:: If you couldn't walk into the crypt through regular means, how did you intend to walk out of it? 

Kallo opened his mouth, but paused, his index finger raised. After a moment, his finger dropped and his mouth closed, unable to answer her logical question.

Blake pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed.

...and just from reading it you can see poor Blake doing that!

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

The most intense reunion of friends ever...

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Blake: My expectation of every member of this crew is simple. Do your homework. Any time you’re attacked by anyone in the Shoals, there’s a chance your hands will be tied politically or otherwise. Sometimes, the best choice is to run in the other direction. Not take on the unknown, to face all sorts of consequences.

The sentiment was not shared, however.
 
Parker: Consequences are better than coffins, XO. Running only emboldens the enemy, works to break your resolve to the completion of your mission. It’s costly in blood and treasure.

Blake sighed, shoulders falling. She dug her fingers under her arms.
 
Kelrod:  :: Seeing the tension grow he decided to intervene :: This is another scenario, one you're not used to work in. Commander, :: to Blake :: I'm still learning everything from the Shoals, but I'll make sure the commander here will manage to adapt...
 
Parker: So essentially, you are asking a veteran combat officer to operate with his hands tied behind his back, a patch over one eye, and retreat at the first hint of trouble? That about cover it, XO? For the record, I stopped running back to Mommy and Daddy more than thirty years ago.

It appeared that Kelrod, standing aside from them and apparently preparing to jump between them as if they were both angry raptors, was expecting Blake to get angry. It was unlike Blake to become loud, to become overly aggressive. Like everyone, she had moments where she would get angry, irritable. Had this encounter with Parker happened before Limbo, and she'd have probably spun on her heel toward the nearest bottle and not given him a second thought.

(The craving was still there. She could feel it in her toes, in her eyes, her hands — hell, her entire body, really.)

Instead, she was quiet. Amused maybe, that Parker claimed he couldn't handle the rules she and many others aboard the ship had been operating under for half a decade now, a testament to the work ethic of her crew that this "veteran combat officer" could not live up to their level of service. Or rather, a compliment that the crew had so far operated exceedingly well with their "hands tied behind their back, with a patch over one eye".

Nevermind they did so while every other branch of Starfleet outside of the Shoals tried so desperately to break or circumvent the rules over the years.

She thought Rahman's current state of mind embodied everything Blake didn't like about Starfleet, but it was Parker's entitlement to power that was the better representation. It was moments like these where she understood the Marshals’ position on Starfleet officers.

Quietly, and with a hint of disappointment in her nonchalant tone, Blake spoke.
 
Blake: To think, the reality of Parker does not live up to the legend.

 

😮 

*confirms plans and headcount for the post-mission ice cream party*

[+ Kamoyo Aleksandrov]

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Vanlith: THEY STOLE MY DOG! 

The ultimate crime. They are going to regret that.

[Minxing Shimisi]

I know it's not mine, but Kelrod was becoming fond of Baxter. If someone has stolen it,... I'll help Vanlith to rescue him, or... (Picard voice)... make them pay for what they've done!! 

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

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@Blake: Wil, I can't access the internal sensor log data. It looks like- oh.

The man froze, sprung in the act. A woman, clad in little more than a black corset and impractical high-heels, had curled herself around the very uncomfortable-looking Chief Engineer. As soon as he saw Blake, his eyes shut, and he hissed something under his breath.

Jezebelle: ::Mock Tutting:: *Language*, Commander.

Blake's eyebrows rose, arms crossing around her chest. The engineer blushed.

@Wil Ukinix: This is not what it looks like.

Blake: I mean... it looks like you're having more fun than I am.

 

Ahahahaha!

Shore leave has begun. 😎

 

[Minxing Shimisi]

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Moonsong: I am not your counselor, Kel. I am your friend and your sister. 

 

Kelrod: Sister… :: Marcus had never had a sister and Kelrod… well his life and his relatives were gone long ago, a distant memory from another life. :: So,... what’s the prognosis?

 

Moonsong: I am advising you to take the risk. Let her know that you are not oblivious to her interest… because, right now… I doubt she is aware that the interest is mutual. ::she leaned back on the couch.:: I am serious. You are a telepath with selective hearing.

Just what Kelrod needed, a new sister that was a counselor, and that has an infant as a secret weapon. Poor uncle Kel... 

 

 

[+ Kamoyo Aleksandrov]

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Flynn: Commander Kelrod?

Kelrod: You're right.

Flynn: Lieutenant Antero Flynn. ::He moved to the center of the room and stood with a confident posture.:: Reporting for security clearance, sir.

Kelrod: At ease lieutenant, before you sprang something. I guess that on your hand is your updated file...

Is that a bit of snark coming from @Kelrod?

[Minxing Shimisi]

10 minutes ago, Moonsong said:

Is that a bit of snark coming from @Kelrod?

Not a snark, a smirk and maybe an eyebrow raising. I just couldn't resist to the Jane way... *wink*

[Wil Ukinix]

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Blake: Something's not sitting right here. What else can you tell me about the Tholian station? Are we close enough for a proper analysis?

 

Lafizatar: Ma'am.. a psi-band emission is caused by the interaction of gravions with a type of subspace particle.  It's something I never expected to see in the Shoals, given that gravion and tetryon particles create rho-band radiation when they are exposed to each other, and that usually drowns out psi-band emissions. Normally, I'd expect to see it on a Tholian station preparing to deploy defensive webs, given the sparse data we have. ::a beep as Zhanyt's eyes refocused on the panel, looking at some of the data:: That said, the resonance indicates that it looks like the gas giants in-system are in deep inversion. I'd be prepared to wager that no communications have been going out of this system period, with the subspace distortion deep inversion storms cause. It's even likely the reason there's a graveyard of ships here, as that causes warp field instability if you don't know to compensate. Whoever the station is trying to talk to would need to be in system in order for them to receive the transmission, which means the previous alert to the Tholian forces likely didn't reach them. ::she began working the panel, a beat of silence:: That said, they'll exit inversion in less than three hours, and the effect will end then.

 

Antero shined at the helm navigating a starship, but this was clearly where Lafizatar stood out. He scratched his head at her explanation, thankful that she was on his side.

 

Flynn: ::Almost inaudible:: I think I smell my brain cooking a bit….

I was wondering what that smell was @Antero Flynn

[Wil Ukinix]

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Rahman: Well... how often can you go out onto the hull without an EVA suit? So why not enjoy the opportunity?

Flynn: ::A little shrug:: Yeah, why not.

The captain nodded and then moved over to enter her access code to open the airlock. With a hiss, the doors slowly parted, and the sunshine from outside crept in.

Rahman: Let's go for a little walk, shall we?

Blake: ...if you say so.

Flynn: I should have figured that my first order after being promoted would be to step out of an airlock….

 

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

Tristam Core, played by @Blake:
 

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oO WHAT IN RODUL HAS SHE GOTTEN US INTO THIS TIME-- Oo

 

The greatest romance ever told.

 

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

This cracked me up real good:

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Urizni: If you seek those who have come many turnings ago, they are gone, on the altar of the glory and desire of the Maker.

@Wil Ukinix: oO …Directive, Prime Directive, Prime Directive, Prime – wait, what! Oo

Ukinix: ::Swallow, before quiet voice:: Altar, you say?

 

 

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

Ensign Freedman’s first ten minutes aboard Veritas:
 

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Rahman: We responded to a distress call of a transport ship that evidently crashed to the surface of an asteroid. We’ve recovered at least one survivor, a teenage boy, and are still searching for other survivors. Meanwhile, we’ve got a small community, previously unknown and possibly pre-warp residing within the asteroid, which has now begun to grow unstable and threatens to tear itself apart. 

 

Freedman: ::frowns:: Pre-warp? That always heightens a situation. 

 

Freedman knew life on a star ship would be hectic. But to be thrown the gauntlet so soon into a posting made her jitter internally.

 

Rahman: It’s a lot to take in, I know. Just be prepared once the orders start getting thrown out fast.

 

Freedman: I will, sir. 

 

oO Jaysus, what a day. Already. Oo

 

 

[Rahman and Rivi Vataix]

From Sky Blake @Blake:

 

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Rahman: I don't want to rush your recovery, Commander. When you're feeling able to resume your duties...

Blake: Which I personally feel I can do, for the most part. Save for going down to any questionable asteroids again, of course.

Rahman: After all, it's getting close to the end of the year, and we've got 220 evaluations to go over, not to mention a ship's assessment.

 

There was a pause, Blake gaping a little as she tried to form a coherent response.

Blake: ...I take it back, I'm totally blind. Can't read reports, can't write 'em either. Call it, Wong -- my reading days are over.

 

 

[Blake]

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Ukinix: Glass of water, please.

Computer: Please specify the water type.  Still or sparkling.

Slightly irritated, he momentarily inhaled through his nose.

Ukinix: Still.

Computer: Insufficient parameters.  Specify mineral, spring, distilled, ionized, purified, or alkaline.

Ukinix: ::To Jayla:: That’s a new one!  Must be that learning algorithm that I saw was applied to the customisation.  ::To Replicator:: I want what is best for my health.

Computer: Unable to comply.  Authorization is required to access the relevant medical files of Ukinix, Wil, Lieutenant Commander, Chief Engineer and Second Officer of the USS Veritas.

Ukinix: Right.  You mean, the *same* medical files that I gave you access to two hours ago, when I pleaded with you for an apple?

Computer: ::Error tone:: Unable to comply. Clarification required.

Ukinix: ::Pinching nose, closing eyes:: $#@^... OK.  Yes.  Authorisation granted, Ukinix-Alpha-nine-Tango-seven-three.

Computer: Working… ::Error tone:: …Specify the specific section or sections of the Medical Records of Ukinix, Wil, Lieutenant Commander, Chief Engineer and Second Officer of the USS Veritas, that is necessary to perform the required health analysis.

Ukinix: ::Face in hands, exasperated:: Oh crap, it’s getting worse. ::To Replicator, still speaking through hands:: I tell you what, how about you randomly pick one of the water types you mentioned earlier, and I’ll just drink that?

Computer: Unable to comply-

Ukinix: ::Frustrated groan::

Computer: -a selection must be made by the requester.

Annoyed but also equally amused, Wil looked back at Jayla with a smile while he continued talking to the replicator.

Ukinix: OK.  Um… ::shrug:: Purified.

Computer: Warning.  The selection made may not provide optimal health benefits when compared with the other options.  Confirmation required.

Ukinix: ::Annoyed:: That’s fine.

Computer: Specific the desired water temperature.

Ukinix: ::Grimaced Smile:: Cold.

Computer: ::Warning tone:: Clarification required.  Specify the personal preference parameters to define “cold” for Ukinix, Wil, Lieutenant Commander, Chief Engineer and Second Officer of the USS Veritas.

He raised his hands in the air and visually pondered, before landing on a random number.

Ukinix: I dunno.  Six degrees.

Computer: Specify the scale.  Celsius or Kelvin.

Ukinix: ::Closed eyes:: Why would I ask.  For a glass of water.  To be measured.  In… *Kelvin*. 

Computer: ::Error tone:: Specify the scale.  Celsius or Kelvin.

Ukinix: ::Through clenched teeth:: Celsius.

There was a few seconds of silence, before...

Computer: Specify the glass size.  Small, Medium, or L-.

Ukinix: ::Interrupting, annoyed raised voice:: Medium!

Finally, strands of light from the innards of the replicator constructed a glass of water.  When it was completed, Wil didn’t pick it up.  He just stood and looked at it.  He sighed through his nose, before finally speaking.

Ukinix: Why.

Ukinix is just done.

[Blake]

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He followed it to its source in the engineering lab and felt a wave of reassurance when the person responsible for jamming out to it was precisely who he was looking for. The engineer somehow looked completely engrossed both in his work and the music at the same time.

 

Speakers: 

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

 

Antero promptly whipped out his air guitar and played several strong power chords, approaching Wil while the note hit it's pinnacle. His face took on a rock n’ roll scrunch as he shamelessly began to headbang along to the ballad for several seconds before shamelessly shouting along with the lyrics.

 

Flynn: So you think you can stone me and spit in my eeeeye

And that, ladies and gents, is how I got Bohemian Rhapsody stuck in my head for the rest of the night.

[Blake]

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Flynn: Yes, very much so. ::He smiled::  I would love to have you. 

Vanlith: Have me in the band you mean?

Flynn: ::Eyes wide:: In the band! I would love to….::He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.:: have you in the band…

Smooth recovery, Flynn.

[Blake]

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He had shaved his beard (it would grow back in no time).

[Blake]

Going back through my sims to update my wiki page and stumbled across this one:

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Ukinix: ::To Kionn:: In the meantime Ensign, scan for life support systems or any other type of systems for that matter.

Kelrod: We might be careful that we're not led into a … holding cell of some sorts. But wherever we're going we can expect more like him to be waiting for us.

Rao: Rather exciting isn't it?

Wil could feel Kionn’s enthusiasm.

Ukinix: ::Slight smile:: It is. ::Neutral face:: Provided we don’t end up in a holding cell.

Face obscured by the darkness of the cavern, Blake's glower at the Chief Engineer was felt, rather than seen.

Blake: Your positive thinking inspires me.

 

[Wil Ukinix]

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Ukinix: OK.  Char, try that again.  The *Captain* has asked you to delegate.  So, instead of asking me nicely, you have the right to order me.  ::Eyes up, left:: Nicely.

 

Vanlith: You know what needs to be done now though ::trailing off in a question:: 

 

Ukinix: So give me an order.

 

Charlena tried a few times to start but she just couldn’t wrap her head around giving Wil an order at all.

 

Vanlith: I don’t think I can do that.  

 

Ukinix: ::Slight shrug:: Alright, then I’m ordering you to give me an order, Lieutenant.

 

Vanlith: Commander really I don’t think this is ::she paused unable to finish her sentence as she couldn’t find the words::

 

Ukinix: That *was* an order.

 

Vanlith: I’m ordering you to stop ordering me to order you to do the things I have politely asked even though it should have been an order to do and to just do the thing I have politely asked instead of ordered for you to do now.

Teamwork, @Sophie290999 !  

[Ikaia Wong]

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Thorne: ::scratching her head in confusion as she looked from the Klingon to the trashcan and back again.:: This trashcan is your house?
 

I don't really post much in here. But this one got a laugh out of me!