MSNPC Niac's Beard - The Man, The Myth...

[+ Talia Ohnari]

We do not deserve @Kali Nicholotti. Thankfully, she loves and provides for us anyways ❤️

((Bridge, USS Ronin))

 

There were few things that made their way into the annuls of history as quickly and as efficiently as the appearances of those writing it. All of the greats were known for something; Picard had his baldness, Kirk had his impeccably groomed hair even in the midst of a fistfight, Janeway had her trademarked stance, Sisko had his 'eff around and find out' look, and Niac had his beard. And while each was far more than the appearances themselves, it was the appearances that stuck into the minds of those who would follow.

 

Consequently, even when the minds would wander, that which comprised a being retained the physical imprints of events. In this particular case there had been trauma that had led to its unkemptness, care that had come from a momentary visitor that had left it soft and reminiscent of a field of flowers, and the sweet caress of a lover in the height of passion that left it just out of place enough for others to notice. Each event had forced growth in some way, and in some way, growth had its own way of forcing an edge on future events.

 

Tendrils of smoke drifted through the atoms and molecules that had come together to form the tribble-like substance, permeating the slightly ombre threadlike growth on which the touch of his lover still lingered. The scent overpowered anything that was there prior despite the far more desired, and as the bridge erupted into chaos, that was soon mixed with the damp thickness of blood as it trickled down his face from up above. While well kept that morning, the brain jarring shockwave somehow reflected in how it sat on the captains face. 

 

Or perhaps that was just the way he scowled. 

 

Voices reverberated through the dark brown filliments, telling of something large out beyond the third ship that had somehow gotten away. More voices spoke to the shields taking a hit and the rear emitters being down. Even more confirmed the sister ship in one piece and still in formation. The mountain of hair moved, the voice of the one who wore it ringing out clearly, mostly because it did not have need to traverse the thickness of it but instead came from within.

 

It was time to see what was beyond the largeness that resonated in the distance. Could they survive? Perhaps. If they did not, so many others like it would perish without even the chance to experience half of what it had. To return to the softness of the conditioning treatments, to feel the flow of real water in an otherwise sonic shower, or to feel the gentle touch of one who would become one with them again, all seemed so distant then. But all of that was well worth fighting for.

 

The flow of blood seemed to become thick, caking up in the fibers and leaving behind a dark patch that changed the overall look. Perhaps it would be this new look that would go down in the history books as determination on the captain as he faced the incoming onslaught of lighter fighter craft inbound from whatever was out there, just beyond the sensors.

 

It was something, but what was it? The beard, and the man who wore it, would soon find out.

 

TBC

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Niac's Beard

As simmed by:

Commander Ash MacKenna

Chief Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer

R238605KN0

 

 

[Karrod Niac]

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