“I did, Sir” said Vanya. Reflecting on her own stints of downtime, either her time in stasis or offline after some misshap, which was fairly regular on Theurgy all told. “When I saw you move from the critical list to the recovery list I thought I should introduce myself. I took a look at your record before I came over very impressive.”
Vanya couldn’t help feel a bit sheepish as the Captain brought attention to her status as an aritificial being. Still it wasn’t something she hid away from. Still, Vanya was flattered that the Captain considered her to be worthy of study by a xenobiologist, in her right as a life form, and not a curio for a cyberneticist. She decided to try to diffuse the situation with humour.
“As you've never tried my New York Cheesecake, which is to die for, I take it you mean the fact that I’m an android?” She said trying to sound a humble as possible. “Not as up to spec as a Soong type, but worthy of a few pages in some journal somewhere.”
Vanya was familiar with the concepts from earths speculative fiction of “future shock”. The fact that she was being looked after by an automaton, and her new boss is also aritifical, well, it could be a bit much, Vanya mused.
“Well.” Vanya said at last. “There will be plenty of time for discussions about Androids and parasites and all that other fun stuff later. Please, excuse me. Rest up and when you are ready, we will get you back in the thick of it. It’s going to be great to have somebody come back for a change.”
As it went, the arboretum wasn’t high on her list of favorite places on the ship. Azrin could think of many preferable places: engineering, both auxiliary engineerings, the observation lounge, holodecks, Jefferies tubes… the list went on. However, it was far above the recovery ward. At least it wasn’t boring. With that in mind, Azrin flashed Ellison a magnificent grin and a wink as Zark undercut the nurse yet again, securing their next location. Thankfully Ellison seemed more worried than vindictive, or Azrin would have expected some harsh hypospray jabs in her future. Good things rarely came from pissing off medical staff, but tonight was an exception.
Her face fell instantly as Zark finished. How was seeing a wall going to give her any sense of closure? But she was too desperate to avoid sickbay to dwell on that thought, and forced it out of her mind instead, using the move to the waiting hover chair to hide her frown. Once seated, Azrin had gotten herself mostly under control again, enough to add her own pressure to the conversation, laying it on thick. “We can rest in the arboretum just as easily as in sickbay,” Azrin assured her earnestly, “Look, sitting down and everything.” Anyone who had ever had a conversation with her could quickly call bullshit on that – after all, Azrin had been volunteering to walk just before the nurses arrived – but she figured Zark and Mia would let it slide if it helped get to them to their destination. She was itching to get out of the chair as soon as they made it into the hallway, biting her tongue to avoid replying to Mia’s comment with something that would surely get them sent back to sickbay. Every time they passed someone in the hallway she got more embarrassed about it, like being escorted in a hover chair was somehow worse than walking around barefoot in a hospital gown.
At first, she contented herself with tapping patterns on her knees. By the time they made it to the turbolift and informed the computer of their destination, Azrin had enough nervous energy that she was pulling the control panel off the armrest to get a look at the components beneath it. “Lieutenant,” Brown began in a long-suffering tone, before Azrin went right over him. “Just looking! It’s not like we need this panel anyway, since you’re controlling the chair. Unless you want to let me drive?” She turned around as far as she could in the chair with the beginnings of a winning smile, which quickly vanished at the resounding ‘no’ written all over his face. For a fleeting moment, she actually considered the idea of rewiring the chair real quick and seeing how fast the little antigrav units could make it down the next hallway, before remembering that she was needed to stay out of any more trouble tonight. “I’m not touching the hover controls, if that’s what you’re worried about. Push away helmsman, straight on!” Conveniently, she got to that bit right as the turbolift doors opened and they continued on their way. ”I’ve never seen the innards of a hoverchair before. Very modular, I see all sorts of different relays to reroute control functions. To account for different injuries?” Azrin filled the air as they walked, rambling about whatever she noticed in the little bit of chair she’d uncovered.
The words died in her throat as they went through yet another door, the starship’s recycled air giving way to that of the forest inside. Azrin always forgot how curiously odorless space ships were until she was overwhelmed by the freshness brought on by trees, grass, and water. It made their destination feel very real, and Azrin wanted nothing more than to take the hover chair apart with her bare hands if it kept her away from the memorial wall. There would be no closure here, her wounds were still too fresh.
OOC: I'm so sorry for the wait guys I've had all sorts of issues for the past few weeks. I thought I'd leave the description of the Memorial Wall to Rye, since you probably know what it looks like best.
Faint, drool, or whimper?
It wasn't like it was a conscious decision per se, and Anh-Le's subconscious settled on number three as the fencer hologram inspected the bracelet for damage.
"Hot," was what she managed to turn the wordless whine into, which part of her mused was probably the term for 'please take me now' in desperate gay girl.
Anh-Le gathered herself, cheeks burning, and cleared her throat. "Uh, I mean, my lady, truly you have upheld my honor with your courage. While I am sure my lady d'Aubigny will thank you with quality opera seats or some such on her lady de Florensac's behalf, I am afraid that I am not nearly so notable as the finest leading lady at the finest opera house in the world...how, then, could I ever thank you for your daring and skill?"
Wide eyes, lean in, hands clasped demurely in front of her. That was what the seminal Arandis's All-Encompassing Guide to Your Perfect Risan Vacation (featuring tips and anecdotes allegedly from the late, legendary Ambassador and connoisseur of fine pasttimes Curzon Dax himself) said drove girls wild in preindustrial historical holos.
...Well, it seemed to work, given that Anh-Le got a breath-stealingly, eye-closingly, oh-god-this-is-what-I-missed-in-college-what-kind-of-idiot-was-I-being-scared-of-my-own-damn-body passionate kiss out of it.
Part of Anh-Le was consumed by the kiss and just whited out. Another babbled uselessly inside, bouncing off the walls of her brain. Another was dramatically kicking her in the metaphorical behind for not practicing to be a better kisser (but Academy mental health services said that voice was bullshit and she should ignore it).
Another wondered how the Hell she was going to explain to her mother that her first real girlfriend was a Romulan fighter jock probably significantly older than her, who already had two kids, who Anh-Le wanted to just hug and kiss and promise a better future because god damn, what the fuck, Anh-Le was head over heels in something like two weeks in the middle of the possible apocalypse (unless the Enemy's apparent bottleneck could be exploited, in which case Theurgy could blow the bulk of their plans up simply using the Federation's nature as a functional state...and whee, there was another brain tangent, try to remember it later girlfriend time now), head over disastrously gay fucking heels for a woman probably twice her age who could kick her ass buck naked (oh, save that thought for later, too), and she was heart-stoppingly gorgeous to boot.
d'Aubigny chuckled in the background. "I'll take the bracelet back to my lady de Florensac, mademoiselles, but may I interest you in a change of venue? A proper bed makes these things so much more comfortable than an old roof-top, and I have the strangest feeling that my lady de Florensac will require my presence at her domicile for...many hours tonight."
Anh-Le pulled back slowly, eyes fluttering halfway open. "Up to you, Lillee," she murmured. "I mean, I hear under the stars, even holodeck stars, is romantic. And I'm in the mood for some romance after that mess with my CO and those Klingons and the other mess with the Klingons who busted up Rutherford's phone call." And stabbed me. But that kind of stabbing probably isn't as romantic as the dramatic fencing duel kind. "But also hard ground is supposed to be murder on the back." Which she wouldn't know because she'd had actual sex all of...once. While high on the knowledge that Lillee was enthusiastically consenting even after getting the whammy because of Anh-Le's forgetfulness days before, so Anh-Le wasn't really sure if the aches and pains the day after that date were from doing it on an Aldean hill, or from sheer holy-shit-this-is-happening overexertion.
"Either way," she finished, blushing at the memory, eyes drifting over Lillee's flushed cheeks and plump lips, "I'm ready for anything. With you."
OOC: Apologies for the delay, had some logistical hassle with my student housing.
I think that was sufficient ADHD gay dork losing it at her girlfriend doing some cool sword stunts, hope you like it XD
Natalie would not say 'never in a million years,' if asked 'did you ever see going down on your best friend as something you would do,' but the time frame, until rather recently, would have been something in the general ballpark. Unlikely would have been an understatement. But it could not be said that she had never thought of it, she had simply never considered it seriously. Perhaps a passing thought, quickly dismissed as something she just wasn't interested in. Past Natalie, she decided, was a bit of an idiot. And she certainly lacked imagination. The Natalie of the here and now, could certainly imagine how the next few moments were going to go. Not only could she imagine it, she found herself eager for it. Yes, there was trepidation - she'd not done this to someone before. Like on deck up above, this was a new experience, but this time, she was not the focus of the pleasure that would hopefully be delivered - Vanya was.
And Natalie was aware that Vanya did have experiences prior to now, with other partners. She was also aware that her friend - her lover, now - was quite talented. She'd seen how talented up closer and personal just moments before. First hand, as it were. And those lips, she thought, remembering what the Romulan Android had done with her mouth, between Natalie's legs. It made her shiver, almost like a micro tremor of desire bursting up out of her depths, a lingering aftershock of her previous orgasm brought on by the memory of the intimate moments on deck in the night air. It was certainly a lot to live up to.
Truthful, she knew she should take her time. She aught to explore her friends body. But step by step, Natalie found herself crossing what distance there was, hips swaying in anticipation. She wasn't someone who had a 'sexy walk,' or at least she didn't think she was. But her own desires were acting on her in ways she was not conscious of, and in part that manifested in a pleasing sway. A visual feast - just like the one she was being given. Vanya had herself on full display, like a work of art, carved by masters. The lighting here was low, but in a way warmer than the moons of Aldea, and brought into better contrast all the curve's and contours of her lovers form. As Nat climbed up onto the bed, her hands reaching out to run over Vanya's calves, she marveled in the way that the other girls skin flushed green at points, signs of arousal.
Romulan blood - or the mimicry that Vanya possessed - was as green as their Vulcan cousins, and Natalie found the affect that had on the androids womanhood simply...Fascinating. This little discovery pleased Natalie quite a bit, and even though she had some vague notions about how to build up the moment, she found herself unable to resist the allure of those jade petals. With her hands moving up to grip Vanya's thighs tightly, and provide a bit of balance to keep herself from completely face planting into the other woman's sex, the off duty Ops Chief lowered herself in. She took a slow breath, as if to calm herself, before her lips parted and her tongue darted out. Only as she flattened her tongue did she look up, lapping slowly as she got her first taste of Vanya.
Elro paused in mid-rising his fork full of a pancake piece and banana slices with ice cream dripping off it to look at Kate. His left eyebrow rose like a Vulcan's. ”Pancakes are a breakfast food,” he stated as fact then put the fork into his mouth.
He was vaguely aware that he may have moaned and glanced upwards as he first chewed, his gaze returned to his plate as he continued to chew and prepared his next portion by smooshing cut pancake bits, ice cream and cut up sections of bananas into the fork.
The syrup was maple and all the flavours mixed perfectly, well in Elro's opinion they did. He didn't care what anyone else thought. Once he swallowed he glanced up at Kate and smirked. ”I didn't know you were a crepe,” he punned and chuckled before he put the next portion in his mouth.
He wondered if she'd get it as he quickly chewed and swallowed, after a moment or two he allowed her to process the joke he added. ”Do you get it?” Elro asked. He glanced around at Arven and Amelya to see if they got the pun as well, both looked exhausted but had enough to offer a small smile of understanding. He smiled back at them before focusing on Kate.
OOC: with both Amelya and Arven been given up to adoption, we can NPC them or contact Auctor to do so. Though we could just have a short chat with our breakfast then catch some sleep. What do you think @Swift ??
It was interesting watching the others succumb to just a little fear, Adam wasn't immune either as he followed the fighter pilot into a store that had been damaged by the explosion; as Callax had suggested, to get off the street and away from the public. He guided Valyn and the injured Romulan inside, the latter a little forceful. ”Move it.” Adam growled.
Once inside though Callax had grabbed the Romulan and unceremoniously shoved him into a metal chair then gave him an ultimatum. Of course the threat of being given to the Klingons with the label of being a spy was going to scare any Romulan, many other species as well.
The Romulan went pale, and not from blood loss. After a few swallows as blood was spilling out of the sides of his mouth. ”An *cough*-abandoned stat-*cough*” he said and went into a coughing fit, blood going every direction in front of the dying Romulan. He slid off the chair onto the floor, dead, his body giving a couple of twitches then utterly still.
Adam sighed. ”I think we may have shoved him too many times." He said and looked at each of his fellow shipmates. He held his side as it felt like a rib or two were not where they should be, he could feel several tender areas that had bled and sealed.
He tried not to move too much. ”An abandoned stat-” He echoed, ”station, maybe? But what kind and within transporter range or vehicle?”
So many possibilities and so little time as well as no more possible insider assistance. ”Looks like we have to get some Klingon equipment to help us?” Adam offered.
The Vulcan tactical officer listened as first Lieutenant Ryn and then Petty Officer Nigel-Timmons spoke, the former being more eloquent than the latter by several degrees. She added a point to her personal notes to follow up with the two of them at a later date to go over potential improvements for the Point Defence Phaser System, including both improvements to their currently installed armament as well as redesigns and upgrades for a later fitting. But that was for then. For now, she had to finalise the test results and forward all the relevant data files to Commander Stark.
“I thank you for your assistance in this endeavour. And while the system is neither ideal, nor completely effective, I believe that it is the best we could do within the time allotted to us. We do not yet know when the Theurgy will be called upon to begin our next mission so a drawn our design and implementation was not acceptable,” T’Less said as her fingers danced across the console before her.
“Commander Stark, please find enclosed the complete results from today’s test firing of the Theurgy’s new Point Defence Phaser System,” T’Less dictated evenly. “It is the opinion here that the system, while not 100 per cent effective, will afford us greater protection from enemy projectile weapons. We also believe that it has the added bonus of being able to more effectively target and eliminate enemy fighter craft, though this will need additional testing due to the nature of the target.” Unable to think of anything else to add, the Vulcan closed the file and sent it off with a simple, “T’Less out.”
The retort she had for the pilot died in her mouth as her eyes caught sight of the woman’s outfit, or rather, the lack thereof. It was true, she was wearing a sarong in same vein as the one Mickayla had been wearing only moments ago, but where the Klingon’s had been nearer to her clavicle and shrouded most of her form, Donna’s was half the size and tied at her hips. And that was all she was wearing. Despite seeing her only minutes earlier in the shower completely naked, viewing her now, with the sarong around her lower body and her smiling lecherously at her, Mickayla found herself admiring the comfortable ease with which the pilot presented her sexuality. She was confident and comfortable without being pushy about it.
“Forget about it,” Mickayla said to the Human male that had collided with and denuded her. “They can have that effect on you. Especially Faye,” she added casually as movement past the man drew her attention and she watched the naked Andorian, Zark stand, stretch sinfully and then climb out of the water. She was barely able to suppress her laugh at what the blue-skinned woman did to the poor man, teasing him devilishly. That smile froze though when the Andorian turned around and brushed her hand down Mickayla’s arm. In her current state and with her sensitive skin, it was like being hit with a bolt of lightning with how it lit up her entire body. She was still revelling in the sensations when Zark spoke.
"If you decide to do anything with him, try not to break anything. I don't have a med kit with me."
It was so unexpected that she almost scoffed outright at what was said. But as the moment continued on, and she considered it, the idea, or at least a related one, appealed to her more and more. It was why she had come here after all. Crouching, she picked up her sarong and retied it around her body, nodding at the nervous man before following after Zark. Focused as she was, she didn’t notice that she was being followed.
“Ah, about what you said,” Mickayla said as she stepped up to wear Zark was now sitting, leaning on Faye. “What if I had a problem that needed taking care of? And I promised not to break either of you?”
“Damn girl, that’s the spirit!” came an excited quip from behind her and Mickayla half turned to see Donna and Lorad standing there, her leering and the Reman looking uncomfortable. “Though you beat me to the punch. I was about to offer these two a round with myself and Lorad here. You’re more than welcome to join us if you’d like. I know Lorad is more than capable of handling all of us. Aren’t you big guy.”
“Donna, this not what told me,” Lorad pleaded simply, his tone more unsure than anything else. “You said one more, not three.”
“One, three, I can see that you are up for it,” Donna pointed out, glancing down at the hulking Reman's crotch knowingly. Mickayla almost chuckled at the look on the male’s face. Still, was she ready to have another male touch her again?
“I’m not against joining exactly, but I’m more interested in you girls rather than him,” Mickayla explained. “No offence Lorad.”
“It ok,” Lorad intoned with a toothy smile. “You help me with them.”
“Sounds like a plan than,” Donna said gleefully as she lowered a hand to rest on the knot that held her sarong secured at her hips. “What do you both say then? Zark, Faye, feel like turning a twosome into a fivesome?”
[ Crewman 3rd Class Samala | Public Baths | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus
Samala had never experienced ecstasy such that was being brought on by the ministrations of Natalie's mouth. Whether it was the delicate kisses or the probing tongue from the Terran, wherever they went between her legs, Samala writhed from the pleasure that followed their path. At some point, one of her legs had ended up draped over the woman’s shoulder but Samala couldn’t remember if it was her companion or herself that had moved it up there. Either way, with it positioned so, it afforded greater access to Samala’s drenched womanhood for the Terran.
She could feel her peak coming. She was familiar with it from her own self-ministrations, but she could tell that this one was of an intensity far beyond what she had ever been able to bring about herself. When Natalie questioned how she was going, Samala tried to respond but the words fell from her mouth as Natalie once again attacked nethers. Her hands came up and grasped her modest breasts, squeezing and kneading them Natalie altered her technique slightly. The result was an increase in both the intensity and speed of approach of her peak and as the wave washed over her, she moaned loudly, almost deafening to her own ears as her hydrid body shook uncontrollably as pleasure rippled through her.
Finally, her body went limp, the only movement being her heaving chest as she tried to regain her breath.
Lieutenant Frank Arnold looked at the system that was being proposed and thought it over for a moment before shaking his head. "The force field systems are integrated into the bulkheads and walls of the brig complex. They were designed from the very inception of the the brig to be the primary method of incarceration of a prisoner in the cell. Force fields were chosen as well since it would allow unrestricted observation of a detainee without allowing them the ability to reach through the portal to potentially take anyone on the ship hostage. " Turning to face the Caitan, Frank folded his hands on the desk. "If we're to switch the primary method of physical separation, we're looking at a complete redesign and rebuild of the brig systems and that would entail an extension of time in dock."
Blue eyes stared at the schematic once more for a moment as his eyes narrowed in thought. "You are on to something with the capacitor though. " Big hands tapped away at the console as additional design elements took shape. "The security gate can be rolled up into a compartment that can be anchored to the ceiling and the capacitor can kick in after let's say a second or two loss of power in the primary force fields. We could also add reinforcing collapsible poles to the outer edges like the flex batons security uses, except they would be duranium or tritanium." A small smile formed as ideas continued to flow. "We polarize the whole gate setup for additional strength, and the capacitor can also power the electromagnets on the walls to hold the gate in place."
The engineer leaned back in his chair as a satisfied smile grew on his face. "A great benefit that comes with being over Qo'nos is that we have access over to the second greatest repository of industrial replicator technology outside the Federation, which I am shamelessly putting to use to have the ship repaired. In essence, we have unlimited material resources only limited by what technical information we have, labour, and what the Klingons don't have a need to know on. As much as I'd like to start restocking quantum torpedoes from our own production, we don't have the industrial replicator necessary for the zero point detonation assembly on the ship, and that bit of technology was never shared with the Klingons." Chief Arnold shrugged his indifference at this problem since it wasn't something he couldn't solve. "So the main limiting factor here is work hours required to install a system. This isn't pretty, but it has the benefit of being simple to setup and should hold till either the force field backups kick in or additional security shows up to contain the breakout."