Lieutenant JG Varic Rion - The Hero of the Story

[Alora DeVeau]

After coming back from temporal shenanigans, meeting strange faces that are strangely dressed make one paranoid that there are still people suffering from time displacement.  Well...not quite....

IC:

((Outside Upper Holodecks, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler))

 

Varic: …Honestly, I thought you were the women my friend here has been trying to recruit to play succubi for our session. So I just shot. ::he shrugs:: I did think you were dressed oddly, but... why were you chasing him?

 

Forsyth: A what, no?

 

Nis: Some ancient human monster, right? 

 

Katsim: I don’t know…we’re not these…succubi.

 

None of them were familiar? He gave a dramatic disappointed sigh as if knowing they were missing out on some crucial experience, he pitied them almost. 

 

Lenie: I don’t recognize them. And they’re Officers, Var! 

 

Forsyth: You don’t recognise Commander Katsim?

 

Commander Katsim? He blinked before looking at Lenie and gave a little shrug. 

 

Varic: No? ::He clears his throat:: I work in the morgue. It’s usually a good thing if I haven’t seen you. 

 

One of the few jobs no one in the medical department really wanted to take on. Mortuary sciences however was his specialty.
 

Lenie: Response

 

Nis: Oh. Well that settles it. You’re definitely from the Butler, alright. 

 

Katsim: That’s good to know.

 

Forsyth: Sorry, we thought you were a misplaced stowaway. 

 

He gave a little wave of his hand as if to dismiss the entire situation. 

 

Varic: It’s fine, we can’t expect everyone to recognize the difference between an elf and vulcan ::he adjusts a pendant on his chest:: Usually this magic sigil is the big indicator if someone knows the game we’re playing or not, it's very popular on earth. 

 

Ah, those academy days of plotting synchronized holodeck check outs to get an entire weekend camp out without having to leave campus. He missed those days. 

 

Nis: A magic … what? 

 

Lenie: : Response

 

Forsyth: It's alright, Lieutenant.

 

Varic: We have room if you wanted to join, a few folks who usually join us needed a break after the whole… incident, and need to spend more time in… ::finger quotations:: reality.

 

Lenie: Response

 

Nis: Well, can you give us the bow and arrow? We’d like to see it. 

 

He looked at Lenie then shrugged before offering the bow to Jania. Unexpectedly they’d knock the arrow, turn and shoot him straight in the chest. Honestly, he should have expected that. 

 

Nis: That’s what you get for shooting me!

 

Varic: Lenie… don’t you dare roll damage. ::Clearing his throat:: We.. we need to get back to the holodeck and use what time we have left. ::taking his bow back, he dramatically flipped the cape behind him his accent returning:: We must tary no longer, Swiftfeet, let us away!

 

Lenie/Forsyth: Response

 

Nis: Just don’t get hurt. 

 

Their voices became a distant sound. Once more the thought of adventure and heroics consumed the half-bajoran’s thought. No longer was he Varic Rion. 

 

He was the bane to those that stalked the night. A hunter of his kindred. 

 

He was Xerxes Nightwalker. 

 

He was the Hero of this story…

 

And Lenie er… Swiftfeet was there too. 

 

[End scene for Varic]

 

Lieutenant JG Varic Rion 

Science Officer 

USS Octavia E. Butler

 

Played by: 

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Lieutenant JG Sevantha Saa
Counselor

USS Octavia E. Butler 

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