Star Trek: Theurgy

Star Trek: Theurgy | Season 2 => Interregnum 01-02 S2 => Topic started by: RyeTanker on October 30, 2021, 06:46:13 AM

Title: Day 05 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on October 30, 2021, 06:46:13 AM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre]

Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @Pierce @UltimaImperatrixia

Shore leave isn’t quite the same as Leave isn’t it?  Lt. Zark mused to herself as she stepped off the shuttle Robinson main external hatch.  She was preparing for a whole lot of nothing after a great day at the gym and generally relaxing after the rock concert when she was pulled into a briefing on an investigative mission to Breshtanti in Delta Leporis, whose best known product was off all things, alcohol.    Lt. Zark had a little dumbfounded at being told to investigate why a brewery had gone silent, but orders were orders, so she’d packed up what she thought she needed into the Robinson and off she went with 4 other officers.  Seeing as how this was probably a straight forward investigation, it was also seen as a good chance to meld a several different ship’s companies together.  There was herself and Lt. JG Kala Marika from the Cayuga, Lieutenants Arven Leux and Nick Chambers from the Oneida, and Ensign Cir'Cie from Theurgy.  Lt. Chambers had been told he was in command of this little jaunt.

Zark as the only security person on the team was the first one off the shuttle and took a quick scan of the deserted space port.  Considering how much ale the colony exported, the place should have been packed and extremely busy, but there was nary a soul.  Her antennae pointed in the general direction she was looking at, but she couldn’t see or hear anyone.  ”Hello! I’m Lieutenant Zark of the Federation Starship Theurgy!  Anyone here?”  Only silence answered her.  Taking a moment to shift her phaser rifle to her left hand, Zark pulled a tricorder and flipped it open only to furrow her brows in confusion as the screen only returned hash and snow.  Mentally cursing at this new mystery, she put the tricorder back in it’s holder on her utility belt before tapping the combadge on her tactical vest, only for it to return the chirp of negative function.  Tapping it again to make sure it wasn’t working, she felt her hackles begin to rise as she turned to knock on the shuttle hatch, hard.  She really wished she had her exosuit now, but the armourers had told her it would been down for repairs for a week.

When it opened, she addressed the team leader and rest of the team.  ”Sir, I tried to use the combadge, but it looks like communications are out. Where do we go from here and what knocked out comms?”



The shuttle is named for John Thomas Romney Robinson, an astronomer and major contributor to the Amagh Catalogue, a record of 5345 stars, and inventor of the cup anemometer.


GM NOTE: Adding your posting order here for availability. /AL

1. RyeTanker (Lt. JG Zark)
2. Pierce (Lt. Nick Chambers)
3. UltimaImperatrixia (Ens. Cir'Cie)
4. SummerDawn (Lt. JG Kalika Marika)
5. Tae (Lt. Arven Leux)
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on November 01, 2021, 09:50:08 PM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

Lt. Chambers had been told that his first away mission should be rather routine. But as he'd learned in Starfleet and in recent times, anything was but routine. Especially when the Theurgy was involved from what he'd read up on after boarding the ship. Things seemed to be albeit normal upon landing. And with a brewery, hell, it gave them all the wee little chance at getting plastered too. So it was a win win in his eyes. After all, he loved Gin, and well, most other types of drinks. It helped him to focus on...well he'd know what if he'd just stop.

Having landed already and Lt. Zark currently scouting outside, they should know what they're up against he hoped. That is until a loud pounding could be heard outside. He activated the hatch as the Lieutenant appeared back within line of sight.

"Sir, I tried to use the combadge, but it looks like communications are out. Where do we go from here and what knocked out comms?"


He held his hand to his chin and jumped up quickly to his feet. Nearly startling the others as he approached the door well. "Well....let's start by scanning the vicinity. Look for any signs of interference and radiation. Do we know how close we are to the brewery? Or for that matter, who would want to shut this wonderful place of pleasure down?"

His quirkiness was a bit different for most he'd had the pleasure of working with but it was one of the things that kept them guessing over his methods. Usually, a good play but today he was simply testing the waters and looking to make this adventure a bit more...interesting...but by the book...somewhat.

The assertive look on his face only gave the appearance he was thinking about the day. The thoughts close behind the look, in reality, were still very much in an indecisive state. He took several steps outside and glanced around the shuttle before taking himself the rest of the way out. "Until we know what we're dealing with, we may want to leave a few here to mind the shuttle as we explore. Might be a good play to bring tricorders and phasers in case things get a little more nefarious here."

He paused. "Normally I'd suggest spreading out but with no comms, that may not be so wise. If we can discern the direction of the dampening signal we should head there first so we can discover what happened." He tapped his own communicator and saw no signs of life at least within the near vicinity. "I don't seem to have anything on nearby scanners in regards to lifeforms. Write that down."

Taking a few other steps he was now well outside the shuttle with a growing concern in the pit of his stomach.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on November 03, 2021, 08:40:38 PM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ]

Cir'Cie had been instructed to join the investigatory team that had descended down upon Breshtanti, and although initially she had shown hesitance and some annoyance at being made to leave her studies and routine work within the main hydroponic labs onboard the Theurgy, her logical side concluded that it would do her some good to 'stretch her legs' as it were. She had taken a satchel with her that, aside from containing the typical Type-1 Phaser and her TR-590 Tricorder Mark XI - she had brought a long some basic equipment for plant related study - more so just in case really, and if she could acquire some samples of the Breshtanti plant used to make the infamous Ale that was heavily enjoyed by one Kor of the Klingon Empire, then perhaps that in itself might provide a boost of morale to at least some of the crew members back home...

Home - had she really started to associate the Theurgy with being what one would consider a place to truly settle down in, despite how chaotic their journey had been thus far? Her internal musings and philosophical ramblings were rendered null when the shuttle touched down. Observing Lieutenant Zark and Chambers leaving the shuttle - she would let out an exhale through her nose softly before adjusting her satchel and her uniform. Glancing over at the other members onboard the vessel, she took it upon herself to exit next and by force of habit - took a preliminary scan of the vicinity around them with her own Tricorder. But much like Zark had already concluded; there was little information on display in the initial area to give them any clue as to what might be going on.

Hearing Chambers give the initial assessment that communications were unavailable and that spreading out would be ill-advised, she made a note of the lack of lifeforms as instructed and then approached him, holding her satchel close as she briefly perused the area once more before glancing back up to Chambers with her sharp eyes, only to simply state. "It seems we have a habit of finding trouble; even when we do not intend too." Instinctively, she took out the small Type-1 Phaser from her satchel, but held it low down beside her thigh, ready to use it if need be. Being alone on a Klingon world didn't exactly inspire confidence in the Ensign, for now however; she would put trust in her commanding officers and remain stoic.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on November 06, 2021, 01:46:03 PM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ]

To say Kala was a bit nervous as she stepped off the shuttle and began running scans of the facility was a slight understatement. It seemed trouble followed her everywhere she went, at least since she'd set foot on the Cayuga those few short months ago. Now she was investigating why a Klingon Brewery of all things had gone dark and while there were any number of benign explanations, she earnestly hoped it was something as simple as a power outage or knocked out comms relay, with her luck it would be something far more sinister. Which is why her tricorder was already out, and her hand hovering near her type two phaser.

She listened as the other's spoke, Lt Chambers suggesting there was some sort of dampening field in place affecting comm's, Ens Cir'Cie remarking about finding trouble, and she had to at least smile at the Ensign's remark. "Well, other then comm's being down and some sort of interference limiting the range of my tricorder, I've got nothing. My recommendation is we look for the facility's main control center, we may find this is just a simple power outage caused by a drunk engineer?" She looked over at Lt Chambers, "Did powers that be at least send along blueprints or even a map of this place?"

Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on November 07, 2021, 10:50:32 PM
Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony center | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

Arven had enjoyed the flight to Breshanti. The trip had given him plenty of time to organize the equipment that he'd brought along. Since the colony had stopped responding and contact had been lost, Arven had assumed the worst. So he'd come with a reasonably large amount of triage equipment. So Arven was busy checking his hyposprays and other medications, and considering that this was a Klingon colony, Arven had brought along more than a few doses of drugs that would easily be lethal to Klingon physiology. Nothing slow or painful. What he'd brought was designed to be as merciful as possible. The Trill had learned the necessity of those medications in the prison camp, and ever since, he'd always brought some along on away missions. The red-colored hyposprays had enough of the toxin for twenty Klingons. Those hyposprays were fitted with caps to prevent accidental use, and hopefully, there would be no use for those hyposprays, but he didn't hold out hope for that.

Since Arven was preparing himself for what he might have to do, he hadn't been especially conversant during the flight on the Robinson.  The shuttle making landfall, though, woke him up, so to speak. Lieutenants Chambers and Zark had provided some good information.  He wasn't wholly surprised that there was a dampening field active in the local area. He frowns though, already thinking about the situation at hand.

"No contact, dampening field, and this place produces a well-known and sought-after commodity? Probably pirates of some sort, maybe with hostages?" It was as much question as it was his opinion. It wasn't like Arven had done anything other than talking to people about their experiences during his imprisonment. And he'd spent more than a little time speaking with security officers and other crew members. So this type of situation seemed straight out of the stories that he'd heard. Which meant this situation wasn't anywhere near normal, not with the Theurgy. So it was with a wary readiness that Arven exited the shuttlecraft with the rest of the team, making sure that all of his equipment was secured and slung over his shoulder. The overly large triage kit sling over his shoulder. To keep the special hyposprays separate, he had them in a smaller pack with the 'special' hyposprays on a smaller red-colored pack strapped to his belt. While Arven looked worried, he certainly seemed to be ready. Or at least as prepared as possible.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on November 11, 2021, 09:10:45 PM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex]

@Pierce @Tae @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

Lt. Zark was apprehensive as she stepped out of the hover truck the group had appropriated for the short journey to the brewery.  It had taken a bit to figure out which brewing complex was the source of the dampening field, but a bit of guess work and analysis had yielded a large complex that rejoiced in the name of the The Overflowing D'k tahg. How typically Klingon. Zark thought to herself as she slung her phaser rifle over her shoulder and proceeded to give the exterior a security over view.

Say what you will about Klingon culture.  They sure know how to market themselves.  Quirking an eyebrow, it was quickly apparent that the architects had used the monastery at Boreth as an inspiration for the entrance gate. It didn’t quite totally work as she stepped closer to the barred gate and saw an imposing large industrial building with numerous pipes and liquid tanks in the back.  Her nose detected the subtle scent of cooking grains, spices, and yeasts.  The breweries obvious signs of activity totally belied the absolutely deserted nature of the entire settlement.  The group had not seen or detected a single life form on the way to the brewery and deepening the mystery.

Taking out her tricorder and boosting the signal, she could find no active security measures aside from the closed gate.  Taking another moment to hack the gate controls, she pressed a combination on the tricorder and the gate obediently unlocked and opened.  Looking through the gate one last time, Lt. Zark turned towards the group and signalled them to follow her.  Her eyes momentarily settled on Lt. Chambers. Hmmm. He does cut a very fine figure.  Whao! Where did that come from?  Worried her new shipmate would have caught her looking him over, she quickly shook her head as she led the group in.  The Andorian medic unconsciously took a moment to loosen the top of her tac vest as it was suddenly getting a little warmer than she anticipated while forcing her mind back to the task at hand.

Quickly heading passed the now open gate and towards the main entrance, Zark noticed the grounds of the brewery didn't quite match her impression of a Klingon building.  Flagstones, trees, and grass dominated their path and presented an almost serene environment.  The building seemed to loom out of the ground as they approached the main entrance and her trained eye picked out an object that didn’t look it belonged in the facility.  It seemed to alien to the architecture and design ethos used by Klingons, and she unslung her phaser rifle before quickly using hand signals to direct the group to into a copse of trees.  When she felt they were far enough in, she took a knee consulted a map and beckoned Lt. Chambers over.  ”Sir, something about this situation is strange, we haven’t encountered a single life form and the plant is running full tilt.  Also, there a device on the main personnel entrance that I don’t recognize. It could be a sensor, and I don’t think it’s Klingon in nature.  I'm going to check out the side of the building.  There should be stairs or a ladder to the roof.  Hopefully they haven't placed sensors there as well. I should be back in about 15 minutes.” 

Signalling the group to stay in place, the Andorian disappeared into the trees at high speed.  Taking a moment to look at the building, she found what she was looking for, a set of stairs at the side that led to a fire escape to the roof. Pulling out her tricorder, she executed a passive scan of the area, but didn't find any more unidentified devices. Taking one careful last look and deep breath, Lt. Zark rushed out of the tree line to the building side.  She reached the stairs and pointed her rifle up at the roof in a quick sweep.  Her elevated heart rate was deafening in the silence surrounding the settlement. Carefully heading up the stairs then shouldering her rifle before gently climbing to the produced a new anxiety all it's own as she climbed.  Still nothing when she reached the top, and risking a quick peek over the top, there was nothing out of the ordinary as well.  Climbing onto the roof, she unslung her rifle again and looked began searching for a way in.  Each step on the stones that topped the roof felt far too loud as she looked at the various structures protruding from the building.  She briefly considered trying the skylights, but quickly discarded that idea as impractical as she didn't know how many of the team were capable or willing to rappel from great heights.

She soon found a fire exit and giving it a quick scan, she found the lock could easily be bypassed.  With this knowledge in hand, Zark headed back the way she came and into the woods to where she left the away team.  Breathing a little heavier from her solo reconnaissance as she reached the group, Lt. Zark quietly approached them to give an update. ”Okay, it doesn't look like they were really expecting any visitors, so this copse of trees should be able to provide us concealment to the stairs and ladder on the side of the building.  From the edge, there's a fire exit about 100m to the right we can use to easily get in.”
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on November 19, 2021, 12:06:12 AM
[
Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

Chambers stood at attention after getting off the lift at the brewery. The smell of the area had a particular aroma to it that was rather pleasing to his nose and his chest. His breathing was a little amplified as his chest grew and fell with each breath. Something was odd about this facility for sure, but what it was he was unfamiliar with. After-all, he's not a science officer.

The slightly built officer took special note of his female compatriots on their journey. Something about them he found intoxicating but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Taking a few added glances, he felt a stirring in his chest that made him somewhat curious. They certainly know how to crew this vessel. So hot too... He shook his head and returned his focus back at the facility before them. The oddity of his thoughts still lingered as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

He watched as Lt. Zark passed him and opened the gates of the brewery and placed a knee on the ground before summoning his presence towards her. Something about aliens seemed to be alluring to his thoughts as he drew closer to her to listen.

"Sir, something about this situation is strange, we haven't encountered a single life form and the plant is running full tilt.  Also, there a device on the main personnel entrance that I don't recognize. It could be a sensor, and I don't think it's Klingon in nature.  I'm going to check out the side of the building.  There should be stairs or a ladder to the roof.  Hopefully they haven't placed sensors there as well. I should be back in about 15 minutes."

He felt puzzled as the thoughts of what he'd just heard had time to finally sink in. "It is strange. However, I think what is more curious to me is the lack of Klingons. They never leave their booze." He stared into the corner of the facility as Zark looked to take off to survey the area. "Be careful." he stated as she continued on her way.

His thoughts were slightly fuzzy. He wondered if it had something to do with all the plant life present but couldn't be sure. "I really need to call the Klingon's interior decorator. These plants just don't go with their chosen aesthetic of grim and deadly." He turned one of them, "Write that down." He walked forward as he saw Lt. Zark approach again with her report.

He nodded and proceeded in that direction. "Keep your phasers at the ready. Put them on stun in the event we run into trouble." The eery nature of the area started to get to him as he stopped abruptly and shook before he continued his original pacing. "Something isn't right...." he stated as sounds could be heard in the distance but nothing discerning that could be identified easily.

"Something is definitely going on here. Let's move following Lt. Zark's suggested path." The plant-life appeared to be more thick and brushy through the small forest they passed through. The colors more vibrant, the waving more distinct. It was almost calming to him to be around so much of it. His breathing was feeling certainly affected by something nearby, but without long range scanning, it was hard to discern.

As they neared the doors, it appeared to have been blasted with some sort of disruptor-like device but not exactly Klingon in nature. "Scan those doors. I want to know what hit them. It isn't Klingon based on the scorching that was done here and here." He pointed to two distinct placements on the doorframes but was quickly distracted. His head leaned towards one ear as he pondered the sounds. "Does...does anyone else hear those sounds too? It sounds familiar but not at the same time."

Subconsciencely he knew what it sounded like but didn't want to come off as some sick pervert on a mission primarily with a female landing party. I'm sure that would go over well with the Captain. A female Bajoran, Andorian and Vulcan walk into a bar... He snickered as he continued to peer around corners trying desperately not to pay attention to their shapely bodies nearby.

Deciding to put his focus back on the mission as increasingly difficult as it was getting, "Anyone find anything of use yet?"
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on November 20, 2021, 03:18:04 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]

Cir'Cie would choose to remain close to Lieutenant Chambers, her slacks doing little to hide her nubile and curvy form as she paced slowly around. Taking readings with her sophisticated Tricorder - a knowing smirk would cross her lips briefly and she would start to take samples from the smaller plants in their vicinity. The distinct 'be-dut-de-dut' alert signal of the Tricorder confirming her suspicions. Still; she would get down on one knee and take a retrieval kit from her satchel, taking her time to carefully extract and collect samples of the Viral Spores that had found themselves upon the plants in their vicinity. Once she was satisfied with filling a few vials with strands of grass, types of leaves and a few stems here and there - she would tightly seal the contaminated items in a glass containing unit marked with a Biohazard sign before storing it into her Satchel.

She would slowly inhale sharply, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement - a few simple Viral spores like this were manageable, enough to be treated and handled accordingly - but that didn't mean she was immune to them. On the contrary she seemed more willing to allow the risk of pleasurable consumption to wash around her and she would glance over at Chambers with a wry smile before simply stating. "Readings indicate this area is contaminated, it is extremely likely that the suspect plant is nearby and waiting direct confrontation for faster means of infection. I would recommend we turn back and secure appropriate equipment...though something tells me you have no intention of doing so, do you Lieutenant?"

Standing with a slant within her stance, her thin hourglass figure now more so pronounced in her outfit, she would raise an eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if curious to see what orders or advise she would now receive. As tempting as it was to indulge in the lurid suggestions and images being projected into her mind which were already starting to have a slow but noticeable affect on her being - she would now tap into her teachings of Surak to hold the urges back. She fully intended to get off this planet and back to the Theurgy - Niga be damned or not. And so she chose to convey her initial thoughts to their surroundings and the task that lay ahead of them.

"If it were not for the implications with the Klingons, the eradication of this particular region with Phaser fire to eliminate both contagions and plant-based structures would have been the simplest and most logical decision...however; given that is not an option. I would propose we should consider breaking the tankards and brewing machines to flood the facility with the solution. It will anger the owners, but the alcoholic compounds will harm and stunt the growth of the Niga... The question is; which of us is willing to go that deep into the Complex? - if this option is viable at all..."

Folding her arms, she would close her eyes and take a moment to focus and compose herself, even if her stance suggested a lack of control potentially teasing her instincts.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on November 21, 2021, 01:10:23 AM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]

Something was amiss here, Kala thought to herself, moving to scan the doors at Chamber’s request. She noticed Ens. Cir’Cie move towards some plant life to sample it, giving Kala a good glance at the Vulcan women’s shapely ass. It was shapely and she wondered what it might look naked and in bed? Probably a frigid emotionless bitch, Kala thought to herself, Vulcan’s weren’t exactly the most sexually liberated species. Now why that thought popped in her head she had no idea, this wasn’t exactly Risa at the start of the lolunhat festival, about as far from it as she could get right now.

The planet seemed warmer though, almost too warm, strange considering how cool it had been when they first landed. She felt stuffy, her uniform seemed to be holding in the heat and she reflexively unzipped the front of the outer jacket she wore. Even that seemed to barely help only in the slightest, she still felt hot under the collar, the temptation to undress even further, a prickly heat that seemed to permeate to her core. She resisted the urge, but glancing back at Nick Chambers for a second, she found that same thought as she’d had with Cir’Cie welling up, except the brief glance at Chambers had been enough for her to start mentally undressing him. She focused on her scans, but her mind wandered, undressing her Superior officer, imagining what lay beneath, toned muscles, washboard abs, a certain male appendage. The two of them hot, sweaty, and about to...

Get it to together Kala, she chided herself, now is not the time to be getting aroused by your coworker, even if he is a hunky, sexy, Andonis. Even trying to focus she was having troubles. “Lieutenant. These scorch marks, they don’t correspond to any know weaponry or tools used by Alpha & Beta quadrant races. Best guess is whomever shot at this door used some form of coherent graviton beam. Not something I’ve ever seen before.” She stood to face him, glancing between him and Lt Zark, the Andorian female, trying to focus, finding her thoughts wandering lewdly again. “Whatever they did, it fused the door circuitry, we’ll need to find another way in, a side entrance or some such.”

She glanced at Cir’Cie when the women suggested they needed to secure proper equipment and venture deeper into the facility. “If it get’s us to the bottom of this mystery and back to Theurgy, I’ll volunteer to go into the facility.” She wasn’t quite sure why the sudden testy outburst, the Ensign only stated her observations. The Vulcan women did seem to have some inkling about what they were facing, if only from how certain she seemed about this Niga plant. “Let’s find a way in, get comms restored, blow these brewing machines, and get out.”
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on November 23, 2021, 02:38:26 AM
 Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

The Trill barely paid attention to the conversation around him, more focused on how the to unform felt too tight against his muscular frame.  It seemed to chafe in all of the wrong places and stimulate in all of the right ones. the way the fabric brushed against the lines of spots adorning his body felt good, maybe a little too good. It was with a start that Arven caught himself looking at Lieutenant Chambers and Kala far more than he should have while on a mission. He was daydreaming about both of their asses for a brief moment. He imagined that Lieutenant Chambers, in particular, had a rather lovely rear. It looked like he could have played Volleyball. Arven imagined the man all oiled up and wearing aviator shades like in that ancient earth film, Top Gun? Yeah, that was it. Chambers in the role of Tom cruise, and then Kala was the Doctor in an illicit affair with the woman, Cir'Cie. While Cir'Cie had more hair than the woman in that film, Arven could imagine the two of them hooking up. But that meant she'd get kicked out of the Navy for being gay? That had been a crime? Yeah, that had been a crime back in the United States, at least in the military. Why was he even casting the other members of the away team in movie roles in his head, and why was being gay ever a problem? And there was Zark, the blue skinned woman with the white hair, he was imagining her walking down from a spaceship, clad in something akin to tinfoil. a spacesuit that revealed her midriff, probably  well toned abs, Zark looked like she had toned muscles. There would totally be abs.

"What the fuck Arven..." His voice is barely more than a mutter as he slaps himself. And he groans slightly then. he recognized the groan as one more of pleasure than exasperation, and his eyes go wide with shock. Some medical reports he'd read in the last week flashing through his mind.

"Alright, everyone, let's hold here for a moment while I do some scans." His voice was firm and authoritative, not the calm, composed bedside manner, but something harsher, something a bit more urgent. Arven was clearly rattled at having out of the fugue state of his daydreams, the man's cheeks flushing a rich red as he does his best to keep his eyes on the ground. Arven couldn't look at the other away team members right now, not until he confirmed his suspicions. His breathing was hot and heavy as if he was aroused, which he very clearly was.

Whole Arven was very new to the crew; he had taken time to review the significant medical incidents the crew of the Theurgy had experienced. And the Niga Virus was at the top of the reading list. The Trill grumbles as he pulls the medical tricorder from his kit, starting with himself, and then goes around the group to take readings and confirm them. At times while performing this task, Arven's mind seems to wander, and his rich violet eyes linger perhaps a bit too long on his companions for the mission.  A small smile here, a flick of long lashes there. Arven was not, past tense, a very discriminating individual, and with his chiseled good looks, he'd made use of that when he was younger, before the USS Honshu and his subsequent internment anyway. Since then, well, the Trill was beginning to realize just how many years it had been since...

No, now wasn't the time for thoughts like that. Arven had readings to look over, but the very fact it had taken him almost a full five minutes to scan five people. And the state of arousal he was currently at confirmed it.

"Shit, masks on people, there's Niga in the air."  Arven drops to one knee to play around with his medical kit, the full triage kit he'd brought with him. Thankfully he had stocked it with masks, and he slips one on his face first and activates it. The sound of sucking is audible as the mask vacuums itself down onto his face and the filtration system starts up.

"Alright, everyone, I need you all to take one of these and put it on. If you don't know how to use these, let me know. These are what we call quarantine masks. They protect our soft tissues, eyes, nasal passages, and mouth from droplets and other contaminants. I'm also prescribing everyone 5cc's of Beta Niaxaline to tamp down on sexual urges.  And Delta Niaxaline for you, Ensign. Cir'Cie. And speaking of you, Ensign, you've dealt with this craziness before. Do you have advice on how to proceed now that we've confirmed the presence of the virus?"  While Vulcans were mostly similar, their physiology and biochemistry were non-trivially different from those of the other red-blooded away team members. And when speaking to the Botanist, his tone of voice was a forced professional tone. His violet eyes flitting over her slender figure. No, he wasn't breathing that air anymore. His emotions and urges were his to control, not some Virus. He could do better than this; he had to and would do better.

Once again, Arven treats himself first, pressing the hypospray into his neck and activating it. The sharp sting of the injected substance brought with it the sharp clarity of having received something into his system. The focus brought on by the caffeine was welcome, and he took a deep breath before going around the group to administer the hypospray to everyone, assuming that they all consented to it. The Doctor kept his ears open now, doing his best to focus on what was being said by the others, trying very hard to keep a greased-up Chambers from running through his mind.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on November 24, 2021, 05:37:44 PM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshtanti Colony | The Overflowing D'k tahg]

@Pierce @UltimaImperatrixia @Tae @SummerDawn

Lt.Kala’s behaviour did not escape Zark's notice and a shapely eyebrow piqued in interest as the normally staid engineer suddenly unzipped her uniform jacket.  Kala's following strange aggressiveness and sudden act of bravery to explore the facility more deeply took the shapely Andorian by surprise causing the other brow to join first.  From their time on the Cayuga Zark couldn’t remember the Bajoran ever being quite so...passionately fiery.  The Andorian's cheeks darkened intensely as a series of lurid images started to form in her head involving a lantern lit ice hotel, herself, Kala, and Chambers lying between the two women, all sans clothing.

A small moan of desire escaped Lt. Zark's throat and this snapped her back to reality after mere moments and the combat medic's eyes grew wide in shock as she physically shook her head to clear the images. The Andorian hadn't even noticed she was biting her lower lip as she took several deep breaths to try to bring calm and focus back to the situation as forcibly unlatched her teeth from her lips when said lips began to tell her she was biting too hard.  There was also some pointed pressure in her chest as well.

Lt.Zark closed her eyes as the hot embarrassment coursed through her.  She did her best to calm herself while crossing her arms across her chest.  Oh Shelat!  There’s Niga Virus on this planet and we breathed it in.  Fuck! No pun intended. Opening her eyes, she gratefully took the proffered mask and exposed her neck for the recommended shot from Lt.Leux, she quickly affixed the mask to her head and began deeply breathing in the cleaner air. The night in the hotel attempted to intrude into her thoughts again, but knowing the threat now, Zark firmly stepped on her imagination, though the physical reaction in her chest didn’t appear to want to settle any time soon.  She turned to thank Lt.Leux Hmmmmm, never seen purple eyes before, they're really quite enchanting... The Andorian closed her eyes firmly grinding on the urge to grab the trill's hand and shove it inside her uniform to help her diagnose where the pressure on her chest was coming from. This time, she concentrated on her breathing, counting to 45 by 3s in the hopes that the Niaxaline would kick in soon.

When she was reasonably sure she had control over her voice and she felt her facial features settle back into a professional demeanour,  she turned to Lt.Chambers. ”Lt.Kala’s right sir.  Cir'Cie’s findings on the Niga virus make this facility too dangerous to the galaxy at large. The last outbreak of the virus was bad enough that Captain Ives ordered the planet Niga annihilated as Ensign Cir'Cie’ can attest to.  We should annihilate the place then pour antimatter on the ashes to be sure ”  She had to continue to make her point. ”I'm willing to bet latinum bars to tubers that everyone here is having ummmmm.. uninhibited thoughts of varying intensities.  With a full strength virus in effect, people will act on those thoughts and do nothing else.  Sir, when we reestablish communications, we may need to get the Captain's permission to destroy the place.

Lt. Zark paused as a thought started to form about the virus itself.  Wiping the brewery off the face of the galaxy would be the easy solution, but it wouldn't answer how the virus and the associated flora even made it off Niga in the first place.  Dropping her head for a moment as her brows furrowed together as her mouth frowned in contemplation of the deliberateness of the act of recreating the virus at this very location and how far could it have gotten.  Not to mention the original mission to investigative the team sent by the Klingons to find out what was happening.

Raising her head once more and looking steadily as it became easier for her to not mentally undress Chambers, she continued. "Sir, we need to find who setup the virus in the plant either through the security systems, or any other clues or technology left behind by the perpetrators so we can find out how far they plan on carrying out the destruction of life in the galaxy.  I think we all heard the orgy going on inside, so I think we can move around the plant while they're all busy with each other, and we do need to rescue them.  I'd suggest that we head to the security centre to get a better read on the situation.  If the plant is still running, there could be an alternative energy source keeping production going that we should shut down to safely stop the spread of the virus while keeping any survivors alive for treatment."

Turning to Trill doctor as he made his rounds.  Lt.Leux, I'd recommend that we issue a hypsospray of Nixaline to each person just in case we need to innoculate again.  Though thinking about it, do we have enough to use on the Klingons and anyone else we find inside?".  Lt.Zark inquired of the Trill doctor as she hoped her voice sounded as steady as she wanted it to.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on November 29, 2021, 09:27:09 PM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

The air was oddly intoxicating to Chambers. His mind was in a fog as he tried to focus on the tasks at hand albeit difficult with all those with him on the away mission. He grasped something about a particular plant that shouldn't be here or even exist anymore, and yet it was here. He watched the Vulcan's slender form bending down to take a sample of the plants and confirming suspicion. He shook the fog briefly from his mind as she mentioned turning away from the direct route where the plant life was likely waiting them. But he knew that they must forge onward despite the imminent danger unfolding before them. "No, let's proceed on but if it comes at you, kill the dinner salad and do not eat it."

He stared at her more as she shifted her weight but was broken from his thoughts quickly which were devolving by the minute. Her suggestion about destroying the tanks and the machines being viable, he nodded and walked on contemplating the recent revelation that they'd all been infected with Niga. Something he'd heard some rumblings about when he looked into the Theurgy but had no first hand experience with, nor inoculation for.

His gaze followed her arms to her chest and he could feel his heart beat that much faster. If he was going to make it through this, he was going to have to find a way to reduce his gazes at the crew or punch himself in the balls to counter the brewing feelings welling inside him. Neither option seemed that great at present. The heat inside his uniform caused him to unzip the overcoat of it and leave it flowing like an opened jacket, and he exposed more of his neckline with the gold uniform partially unzipped. Either the virus was causing this or the machines nearby.

Chambers moved his stare to Kala who also had adjusted her uniform to suit the heat. He locked eyes with her briefly and smiled but quickly broke it as he felt a stirring in his nether regions. He secretly wished that she'd unzipped her uniform a little further down, but there wasn't time to picture that now. They had to make it past this mission and then see if what he was feeling was real or a virus induced fever amplifying his desires.

Looking at the door, he acknowledged Kala's scans of it and grunted when she mentioned the fused circuitry. "Well, if that isn't a kick in the pants. We can..." he was abruptly interrupted when she mentioned going in to the facility herself to explore. Not his first option but what choice did they have at this point? "Go, take someone with you. I don't want any of us separated at any time. But keep your distance too. With these plants affecting us, I can only imagine as you are what we'd do in our current condition. Just don't picture it right now. Oh wait, too late. Damn. Nevermind. Let's continue onward."

Head shaking, his thoughts returned to normal after that visual he'd accidentally planted in everyone's heads. Lt. Leux was next to speak however as he stood looking onward. His mention of scanning the away team and his appearance at looking at each officer told Chambers that he was hot and bothered too. Not a bad looking individual if he had to say so himself. The spots of his species were also something that intrigued Nick.

"Shit, masks on people, there's Niga in the air. Alright, everyone, I need you all to take one of these and put it on. If you don't know how to use these, let me know. These are what we call quarantine masks. They protect our soft tissues, eyes, nasal passages, and mouth from droplets and other contaminants. I'm also prescribing everyone 5cc's of Beta Niaxaline to tamp down on sexual urges.  And Delta Niaxaline for you, Ensign. Cir'Cie. And speaking of you, Ensign, you've dealt with this craziness before. Do you have advice on how to proceed now that we've confirmed the presence of the virus?"

Peering down into the medical kit, Nick quickly grabbed one of the masks and overlapped his face with it. It felt odd but good knowing it would filter their air from this. Not a permanent solution but a good fix short term. Reaching forward, he took one of the hypospray's from Arven and administered the 5cc's of Beta Niaxaline. Almost immediately after the prick in his neck, it began to tamp down on his sexual urges. His brain feeling the cleared thoughts for the first time since setting down out of the shuttlecraft. A small part of him wanted to see what would have happened but being this was an unsafe and potentially unstable situation, he decided not to make that part voiced at this time. He took a deep breath and felt more like himself again.

"Thanks doc. That makes me feel great again. Like I'm snorting my own flavorful lunch over and again instead of good plant pheromones. Not that I want to go back there."

Chest still unsettled, despite the shot, he was ready for what came next. Looking forward at the security building, he saw a tear in the siding. Like something ripped its way through the side of the facility. Not sure if it was inward or outward but what he could be sure of was that was the way in. He listened in as from behind him Lt. Zark pointed out again how everyone was having urges and how a fully infected person with the virus would be no match for the acts or thoughts. He turned to face her and he was shocked by how close she was and how beautiful the Andorian woman was to him. He hadn't been with someone non-human before, but she was very enticing to his eyes.

Thoughts to her speaking he heard her explain about the situation as she saw it. "Good idea lieutenant. I just spotted a hole torn in the sheet metal walls there. One of you follow me, I'm going in. Cover the door and look out for any life or hungry salad coming for your organs."

He pulled out his phaser and readied it but dropped it to his side holster as he walked in through the torn wall. There was no one inside and the lights flickered. He glanced around and took note of the status and called for the others to enter. "Everybody into the pool. Coast is clear and grandma's not skinny dipping." He was unsure if they caught his drift but figured they'd come in regardless.

Activating the console, he tapped a few junctures and turned on auxiliary power to the room as the room lit up to normal line of sight. Tapping a few other controls the security feed came online as well. Glancing over the various screens, he knew something was amiss when he saw the Klingons.... "Looks like someone started the party without us. Mom always said, never get in the middle of a hungry or horny Klingon."

He turned to the doctor. "I doubt we have enough of that cocktail for the Klingons, let alone ourselves. Is there a way we can filter some sort of gas or anesthesia into the system to knock them out since we have these to protect us?" He said knocking lightly on his face shield. The sight on the screens had Chambers a little preoccupied as he stared at the orgy before him on the screens. "Whatever you do, don't turn on the sound. No one needs to hear this. Definitely what we heard some of earlier too. But this explains why they aren't producing anything either."

Nick looked around as the others piled in and inquired. "Next we need to find the tanks, detonate those or overload them. Keep looking for options on the communications array. And see if you can identify any relevant footage on these security cameras. There has to be something to explain what is going on here. I'm not overly familiar with Klingon tech so if someone else can find those, that'd be great..."

Tearing his eyes from the screen, he walked back to wipe his eyes as if he'd been staring for far too long or just tired. Either of which he wasn't yet sure about. "I just know we need to be quick or we're not going to be much better off than those in that monitor. Not a bad way to die, but not ideal either."

He paced the room as the others went to work and Nick awaited some answers.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on December 01, 2021, 07:31:38 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ]

Dealt with the craziness

If only that statement were true - Cir'Cie looks towards Arven for a moment before reluctantly taking the injection of Delta Niaxalin. She shuddered lightly at the sensation of the drug beginning its journey through her circulatory system, after which point she stated in a blunt tone. "I was part of the craziness. My memories of the event are hazy at best. Though since the Virus propagates quickly, I would estimate we have a few hours at most. It should not take us that long to complete our assignment here...that being said, the Virus is more effective in those who have weak impulse control...or potent libidos. This will now be a test of will power, as much as a test of your regular training. The masks won't really help, now we've been infected."

With that, she rubbed her neck where the injection had pierced her fair bronzed skin before proceeding to follow in Lieutenant Chamber's steps. Despite her reserved actions so far - she was definitely feeling the same heavy feeling in her chest as the others were, it didn't help that the light layer of sweat she had accumulated on her skin made her seem somewhat more appealing in a hot and bothered way. Yet despite this she didn't unzip or expose any part of herself, she was more so focused on the mental implications as part of her psyche was now practically screaming at her to try and have her way with one of the crew members in the team - any of them would do.

The drug helped to sooth her, but it was only a temporary measure. She would use her Tricorder to compare her information on the original Niga strain with the one they were facing now, attempting to see if there was any notable differences to be concerned about. Her 'work' was interrupted however upon seeing the Klingons on the various security screens above her - her cheeks tinged a noticeable green as a blush came to her and she had to shake her head to try and re-compose herself. "I see the Klingons are further along in the stages of infection, yet I do not see any physical indicators of the plant yet. Perhaps this variant is more airborne?" she would ponder, more so to herself than to anyone else.

Cir'Cie had taken note of how Chambers had been eyeing up Zark earlier and rather than feeling jealousy or anger, she felt encouragement - they had only been infected for several minutes and yet everyone was certainly considering throwing protocol to the wind and enjoying themselves...so to speak. It did feel extremely tempting. Months of being adrift on a, for all intents and purposes, rogue Federal ship, with no real place to turn too and a mission that was heavily stacked against them...Logic and Libido for Cir'Cie certainly kept asking, what was the point? Why not just...let it go.

Shaking her head once more, she would even let out a soft grunt, her pupils having dilated somewhat. "We're running out of time - I do not think we can safely purify this sector without directly confronting the Niga...fortunately, I do have a weapon on hand...but it would require getting close to the nexus of the plant." she informs Chambers, looking up at him intently, though the way her eyes would gaze at him with desire did not help the situation.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on December 01, 2021, 03:23:41 PM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]
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Unlike the others Kala wasn’t as up to speed on this niga virus. She gathered from what she heard around her, especially from what Lt Leux and Ens Cir’cie were saying about the effects and impact of the virus. It explained a lot, why she was feeling hot under the collar, why she was looking at Lt Chambers, her mind dreaming up ways that the five of them, yes even that frigid b*tch of a Vulcan, could wile away some time in the back of a shuttlecraft after this was over. And that wasn’t exactly that bad of an idea she thought, five hot sweaty humanoids in various states of arousal and postures within the…

She felt a hiss as Arven administered a dose of Nixaline to her neck. Almost right away she felt a bit of clarity in her thoughts, Chambers was still a hot Adonis, and she still wanted to hide in a closet somewhere with Zark… Fuck, even with the dose it seemed like those thoughts were still there, just a bit of an edge off more than anything.

She nodded to Lt Chambers when he volunteered to be on point. She’d volunteered to go in herself so she could very well had to at this point. And if there was more Niga on the other side of that door waiting to compromise them even more then they were already… “After you Sir.” Kala remarked, “I got your back,” ~Or numerous other parts,~ she thought. This was becoming difficult, and she wondered if fighting the mental thoughts, chiding herself every time, or just accepting them for what they were, and rolling with the thoughts was the best option to stay sane. Neither option was really appealing.

Kala was in right behind him, the room was empty thankfully, and it looked like they were in some sort of control center. Bit odd it was deeper in the building, but then again this wasn’t a military facility with layers of security and checkpoints, this was a brewery staffed by Klingons, not a fortress on Kronos. While Lt Chambers got some power restored, Kala started working on getting power up to the rest of the room, glancing around at the large control center, his eyes drifting up to security feeds.

She chuckled at his joke about worse ways to die, “I can think of a few bad ways Lieutenant, dying in the midst of a sexual orgy, definitely one of the better ways to go.” Ensign Cir’cie’s words were back of mind as she worked on seeing what else they could glean form the controls. The virus being more effective on those of weak impulse control or higher libidos hit her on both counts, and she was feeling it. She wouldn’t say she weak impulse control, but when you’ve not been laid in a few months, looking forward to time off to hopefully correct that, and now a virus infects her that’s breaking down her inhibitions with each passing moment.

It was hot in here though, and Kala unconsciously unzipped her uniform shirt a bit, exposing her chest and some of her bra to the air, feeling the beads of sweat forming. It felt good, and if she wasn’t on an away mission, she might shed the rest of it. When Cir’cie remarked they were running out of time, she turned to the Ensign, looking the Vulcan over, noticing her stoic gaze wasn’t so stoic anymore. “Well, if we need to get this weapon into the Niga’s nexus or whatever you’re calling it Ensign, I might as well volunteer. Seems the universe is out to kill me, so why not go on my own terms, I kill the plant with the weapon, you lot escape the and nuke this place from orbit. I get remembered for saving your sexy asses and go out with my mind blown. Win win for all involved.”

She glanced around the room, “I mean, unless anyone has a better suggestion? The Nixaline seems to be less effective on me, or maybe I’m just more susceptible to it’s effects. We need clear heads to fight this, and my head is anything but clear.” She leaned against the console, trying to focus her mind away from sacrificing herself, “As far as a big boom goes, the facility is using reactors from the last century, we could rig them to go up, Klingons weren’t known for their use of safeties on high energy equipment. Couple timed failures of the reactor containment, you get a nice display of fireworks from orbit.”
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on December 07, 2021, 01:14:51 PM
 Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

Arven took all of this in stride as best he could. His eyebrow knit together then, pursing his lips tightly. The news wasn't good, and the mission quickly went to hell. If the virus had already infected the team, this wouldn't end well. Arven made a decision and sighed heavily then.

"Lieutenant Chambers, It is my advice that we have someone return to the Robinson to program in a 'quarantine return' protocol. Once we board the shuttle we should program it not to take commands or input except return to the Theurgy. More importantly, I don't have enough anesthetic to sedate Klingons engaged in that activity. I have plenty for half that number with injection. And if we wanted to do aerosol dispersal? I don't have even half of what I would need to make that work." Arven points to the monitor screen and sighs.  It took a few moments to come with what he should say next, and he didn't like where this mission might end.


"Ethically, we should sterilize the facility with the Klingon's help and be here to get 'sterilized' ourselves. So I'm hoping that we're just affected by spores and not the virus. If that infects us, then we're screwed, so with respect to Cir'Cie, I'm going to hope that we're not wholly infected yet. If we are, then after the mission is complete, we need to die to prevent us from infecting anyone else. But we need to stop the production of the virus first. anyone that does get fully infected need to be neutralized immediately." Arven sighs a little at that,  tapping his chin while trying to figure out how they could neutralize the Klingons. His brow knit in frustration then, chewing on her lip slightly. He still seemed distracted, looking at the others with thoughts going through his mind about what the others would look like undressed.

"Well, I don't have enough, but maybe the shuttle has enough anesthetzine? No, that won't work." Arven's voice trails off, sighing heavily, realizing the problem with that course of action almost immediately. Arven realized the problem the very moment that he was proposing the idea. All of what he'd brought was designed for injection, and any aerosol dispersal wouldn't work.

"We'll have to leave the Klingons to their 'fun' then, I suppose. We don't have options for that many in a space that size, not without all of us getting fucked in the process. We could waste our time attacking them, but that wouldn't end well either." A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips then, even as he made the terrible pun. Arven looks to Chambers and the rest of the away team with a shrug of his shoulders.

"If I had anything in my inventory that bonds with ethanol, so we don't..." The red hyposprays, the ones filled with the euthanasia agent he'd brought with him. He doesn't pull the caps off, but he does hold them out. Looking to Lieutenant Chambers, Arven sighs heavily. The Trill wasn't sure if he wanted to propose this option, but he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Tetranatraxalon, it's lethal to Klingons. I brought it along because there are always some people that can't be saved. Sometimes the ethical option is to end a life. It bonds with just about everything, and the dosage only has to be incredibly small. I think If we can isolate the fire suppression system in the room, they're all in.. I'll need Lieutenant Kala's help getting it into the fire suppression system." Arven trails off, unable to find a polite euphemism for killing every Klingon in the facility. His tone of voice had gone distant, and Arven wore a haunted look just then, even proposing the idea took him to places he didn't want to be. His gaze locked on Lieutenant Chambers. It would be up to Chambers as the mission commander if he wished to Arven to do this.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on December 09, 2021, 03:28:04 AM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Facility]

@SummerDawn @Tae @UltimaImperatrixia @Pierce

Lt.Zark leaned over Lt.Chambers shoulder and was about to rest her chin on it when the video feed began playing and her eyes turned to saucers as a full Klingon orgy seared itself into her brain. A couple of the men and women in standard KDF armour were standing over some of the naked others fondling some pain sticks while one woman was merrily smashing away at some poor sod who was tied to a heavy duty work table.  Well, I can't really tell if it is a poor bastard since a Klingon's pain and primal cries of passion could look the same. a tiny, very detached part of her brain noted.  The rest of her mind skittered away and forced her body away from the console. 

Backing into another console, she quickly turned and placed her rifle on it before balling her fists planting them on the glass surface. Her eyes were still wild and her breathing became harder as her mind processed what she'd seen.  What in he name of all holy fucks did I just watch??!  I mean, that's pretty insane as far as sex goes! Where she stuck that pain stick is.....aw fuck.  I mean, definitely not a pain stick, but if that frigid bitch of a cute Vulcan laid me out over a nice leather ottaman.... and strapped on a big one to take me from behind, no ass though, while ordering me to suck off that yummy muscular Trill...............   Shaking her head even harder as she gently pounded the console in front of her, the Andorian fought hard to regain control of her imagination run amok.  Unconsciously she unzipped her tac vest, then her tunic before completely unzipping her gold shirt exposing her bra and generous amount of ice blue breast curvature. Even then, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of cooling going on. Looking back, I think the solo recon run was a very bad idea. This is getting ridiculously out of hand, I need to do something.  I'm leaning on a console, good, I can work with this.

Punching up the security feed menu, she took a moment to take out her tricorder and began hacking into the system.  This was a good exercise since it forced her to concentrate on what was in front of her and pretty much engaged her entire brain.  It still took longer than anticipated as she had to occasionally beat off creeping dark shadows of lust as they skirted around the edges of her mind.  When she was in, she quickly went through various time chops at high speed to see what was going on.  Her head recoiled in shock after many minutes as what appeared to be a normal day at the brewery, people going about their business, suddenly transporter beams flashed and all the people were gone.  Pulling up the security feed for that time chop for the outside also showed what looked like everybody being transported out. What is going here?   the Andorian Security Officer thought to herself.

Skipping forward a several more chops, she noticed some movement coming from an internal camera.  The time chop was noted to almost a week before.  Rewinding and playing the recording at normal speed, a burst of snow caused Lt. Zark to pause.  Playing the feed at normal speed, she involuntarily gasped as the very recognizable form of a Savi Scion came out of a basement and headed towards the main production floor.  Too much in shock to mentally undress Chambers this time, she called over to him "Lt. Chambers, we have Savi problems here."  Taking a moment to compose herself, she continued playing the feed as the Savi carried several vials towards the brewing machinery.  The Scion seemed to stare at the machine for some time before making communicating to someone else, another scion duly beamed in with several workers and another figure who appeared to look very much like Doctor Nicander, which was not possible since he was in the brig still.  Soon all three appeared to be asking question about the machines.  The workers initially refused to cooperate  when the Doctor Nicander look alike grabbed one worker by the neck and snapping it with ease. The lookalike repeated this four more times before the others began pointing and gesturing.  The workers were beamed out again and the two scions began animatedly with wild pointing gestures.  One Savi disappeared in transport and returned some time later with a device that they went about attaching to the brewing equipment.  Four days ago, the Scions beamed down a dozen colonists and forced them to drink the modified ale.  She quickly skipped over the aftermath.

The Savi appeared to spend the next few days scanning the ale while leaving the colonists to their own devices.  The ale that was being produced each day was transported out of the brewery to who knew where.  It was the day before the Theurgy team arrived when the armoured clad warriors from House K'Tal markings showed up.  As they were investigating facility, one of troops took the opportunity to drink from an ancient ale cask.  He soon began gesturing wildly and the other joined in.  All  the troopers first argued, then enjoyed their new found libation, and all soon began falling over, before they were and dragged off by several naked colonists who then proceeded to strip and have intercourse with the unconscious warriors.  This was too much as Zark fought the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.  In an act of sheer will, she forced the bile back down so it wouldn't empty itself into her mask.

When Lt. Zark was sure she was once again reasonably sure she had control of herself, she continued watching the security feed and followed the Savi to what appeared to be a production control centre on the main floor. Tilting her head to one side, she acted on a hunch and switched to the live feed and found the camera for the main floor control centre.  It took a bit of hacking to re-activate the camera, then a predatory smile formed when the hulking form of two Scions showed up on the screen. By Lor'Vela, this craziness has gone on too long and these Shelats are going to pay for it.

Lt.Zark had been listening with one ear to the conversation going on around her and when she'd fully parsed out what Lt.Leux was saying, she whirled about having completely forgotten that her clothes were unzipped.  Although Starfleet uniforms were pretty stiff and the tac vest, not exactly light, the Andorian's ample breasts left enough space to have a bit of sail effect as all her clothing tried to leap off her body before settling down. Any sort of contribution she was going to make on the ethics of killing off all the Klingons stopped abruptly as the medic to look down and momentarily consider her own state of undress. As she began to breathe harder, her mounds swayed gently in rythm to their own erotic song.  Throwing her head back, Zark closed her eyes and counted to 10, slowly.  Maybe the doctor does have a point about just glassing all of us here and now. Mustering what dignity she could, Lt. Zark slowly and reluctantly zipped her gold shirt back up, but stopped just passed her bra.  She didn't yet zip up the tunic or tac vest, showing a long and abundant set of cleavage for all.  She just couldn't do it yet, it was still too warm. 

Working to ignore the looks she was getting, Sir, never mind about the ethical implications of euthanizing the warriors and colonists, we're Starfleet.  At the end of the day, there has to be a better way for preservation of the victims lives.  If we can find a way to get them through this, they become survivors and those are the ones we look to save.  Even then, I don't think Lt. Leux's solutions is as definite as we want it to be.  I think we have two problems.  The first is somehow, these Savi Scions have gotten their hands on the Niga virus and are looking to distribute it through the ale.   She inhaled a steadying breath and blew it out from her luscious lips. Second, I believe there is Niga Flora in the basement, and could be near the generator that's powering the dampening field. Delicately rubbing her chin with her long fingers, she carefully considered her recommendation before delivering it. Sir, we need to destroy whatever is in the basement that the Scions were experimenting and we need kill the Scions who are using the virus.  We should also consider trying to save the colonists and find out where they're taking the kegs of ale before the spread across the galaxy.  I also believe there is a wild card factor in an unexplained duplicate of the Infested informant that is currently locked in Theurgy's brig, Doctor Nicander."   Lt.Zark felt pretty good for making it through all that without having taken her clothes off and jumping Chambers.

Lt. Zark took a deep breath and causing her chest to gently heave. "Sir, to that end four of us could attack and terminate the Scions while stunning as many of the colonists as possible.  We should open the engagement by throwing the phaser grenades I brought along to stun as many of the colonists as possible. Myself and one other could lead a direct attack, preferably the person with highest combination of physical conditioning and marksmanship, while two other should provide supporting fire from the upper levels. While the Scions are distracted, someone can infiltrate the basement and kill the plant and hopefully disable the generator.  As for the stunned KDF personnel and colonists, if we can keep them down long enough, we should tie them up and sedate them till they can be rescued."

"As for the possibility of waiting till reinforcements arrive....." the curvaceous Andoian said as she leaned back against the console with a seductive slowness before idly playing with her shirt zipper. "I don't think we can wait that long"
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on December 10, 2021, 12:37:44 AM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

Nick had this eery feeling that things were not going very well with everyone's psyche. The Niga seemed to be taking it's toll. He could smell the pheromones of the others in his near vicinity. The intoxicating smell was overwhelming but it took everything in his power to keep his cool. His uniform continued to heat up but the more he though about it, the more he seemed incapable of independent thoughts outside of the virus.

As Zark turned around and looked at Chambers, his insides burned more than it had previously. He was definitely beginning to lose control. He saw her bare, blue, chest rising and heaving more than normal and the added exposure didn't help his needs any. His hand reached for his collar on the gold tunic and loosened it slightly as he unzipped a little further to the top of his pects. It helped but wasn't that much better.

Listening to her speak, he began to zone out intermittently until he caught the names of the Scions and Nicander whom he'd only just recently heard about. "If I was a betting man, I'd say we have mere hours before we're all extra touchy feely with each other." He looked at one and mouthed, you're first in no particular direction.

Shaking his head and slapping his cheeks, he knew the others could tell he was losing it too. "Alright guys. We need some sort of protocol that if we're infected and find our way back to the shuttle somehow, that it takes us back with explicit instructions that we cannot override. Either with remote access or someone going back to the shuttle, we need safeties in place sooner than later. With each step further we're losing more self control."

Zark's forwardness caught the attention of Chambers as she toyed with her shirt's zipper. The feeling of added pressure began to be felt somewhere he'd prefer it not be at present. The discomfort was preventing him from thinking straight as he leaned back on the console ignoring the Klingon party's activities. His eyes lingered a little longer than he'd normally allow but figured it was the virus messing with his head. Or he really had a thing for blue skinned officers.

"We need...we need to split up as much as it pains me. Prep the charges Lt. Zark and I'll go with you in this as I've hhad some experience in the field during the War. That is unless Lt. Marika is more experienced. But I think she might be better suited for the infiltration of the basement. I'm not totally familiar with each of your personal skillsets yet..." Shifting multiple times, it was becoming clear he was not going to be able to control this much longer. That is unless he had a mission to keep him busy. "But in the meantime let's go with the mission as the Lieutenant has suggested as it sounds...the most likely scenario. The rest of you can proceed onto the upper decks and provide cover fire for us as we infiltrate the facility further and destroy the tanks. You know, to get the Scion's attention. Maybe even let the Klingons have some fun with them?" He smirked.

Clearly frustrated and unable to think straight, he pulled out his phaser, shot Lt. Zark in the leg, hoping the slight pain would knock her back to her senses since he needed her to stay on mission. "Sorry Lieutenant. As much as I'd like to play right now, we have a job to do and little time to do it. My hopes were that it'd shake you back to normal. How do you feel?"

The heat and bloodflow to his lap was irritating him and causing his mind to go off task. He balled up his fist and punched himself in the face, and the gut, then his dick. The pain seemed to subside and overpower the pure lust the virus was giving him with some added adrenaline and pain receptors activating. "Oh...that's the stuff right there...." He fell to the ground before climbing back to the console. "I'm okay. I could feel myself losing control. Had to be done. More or less. The pain definitely masks it and gives clarity, although for how long, I don't know."

Looking around he saw multiple avenues. "Let's split up and head out. Not that I want to see a bunch of horny Klingons looking to make us be their play thing, but we need to get a move on. Ensign Cir'Cie and Lt. Leux, you can provide cover fire and come up with a solution for when the Scion's arrive. Marika, do you think you can handle the generator?"
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on December 13, 2021, 10:29:11 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ]

"Right...yes... I think I can do that, Lieutenant..." Cir'Cie would say through strained words, the glistening shimmer of sweat upon her face conveying how she was feeling right now. Her blood pressure had risen and her heart was beating faster than usual. She could feel the soft trickle of love dew trickle down her right thigh as her womanhood was burning with an intense and insatiable need to breed, urges whispering in the corners of her mind as the intense aroma that permeated the facility continued to assault the team's senses.

With reluctance, she would reach to her belt and draw her Type 2 Phaser, gulping softly before speaking again. "What ever you're going to do, you should do it quick...adrenaline is good at pain relief, but it heightens your bodily functions...the virus will spread faster." she would glance intensely at Chambers holding an expression that said 'Fuck Me'. Lust burning within her pupils before she then turned to move over to Arven, putting sway into her svelte and nubile hips.

"I'm not exactly proficient in combat, my goal was to obtain some samples from the plants in this region...but I will do what I can to help, Lieutenant." she had secretly hoped to remain by with Chambers; the man's growing libido was a huge turn on for her, the Andorian and Bajoran also appeared to be losing it and the knowledge of this instilled her with excitement and primordial thrills she hadn't felt for a long time. But instead; she had been placed with the fearful and prude Trill. In her current state of mind; she saw him as disgusting. An enemy almost. But was that actually her talking or the fragment of Niga that had made a home inside her mind? Regardless; she adjusted her Phaser Pistol to a Kill setting.

Glancing back over at Zark and Marika, biting her lip in a playful and inviting manner. "If the Virus is being spread through the Ale, then it has been modified to withstand extreme environmental challenges. I think Marika is correct...destroying the reactors to the facility might create enough fire or spill enough radiation to cause significant damage to the plant...it may be a safer method than the idea I had as well...directly confronting the plant might just be....suicide."

Realizing at this moment that the reason why the entire facility might be drenched in the sweet pungent aroma of the Niga, she ponders. "If the Virus is now resistant to the alcohol, does this translate to the plant being able to use ale as a nutrient supplement or alternative to water? Normally this would sound illogical...but I would not put it past the Savi in ruining another source of enjoyment for most Humanoids..." great, now she was talking theoreticals, was it a coping mechanism to try and stave off the growing lust in her nethers.

Shaking her head and even emitting a soft growl, she would double check that her Phaser was set to kill before looking once more at Marika. "I have a Syringe Gun in my satchel, you may take it. You'll need to find a suitable substance to fill the containment unit, that will be viable in killing the Niga plant should you do encounter it...if possible, an injection to the nexus of the plant would yield the greatest effect...but even if you can just slow it down - it might buy us a lot more time...again; only if you should encounter it...and if you find an appropriate substance." Cir'Cie drops her satchel down from her shoulder and then tosses it in Marika's direction.

Looking back at Arven, she would give a heavy and sharp exhale to show she was trying to re-focus. Though even with her Vulcan resilience, both her mind and body were continuing to betray her and given she had no bra underneath her vest; a pair of distinct mounds could be seen outlining themselves within her jacket. Combined with her feverish look and gradual loss of composure - everyone could see that the 'Niga Veteran' was nothing more than a timebomb waiting to go off.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on December 21, 2021, 03:31:11 PM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]
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"Marika, do you think you can handle the generator?"

Could she handle the generator? Under normal circumstances Kala could easily have said yes without a second thought, but now? They were talking about assaulting aliens she'd heard rumors were difficult to kill, and having to go into the lair of the beast, or plant in this case, to power down the generators. All joking aside about death by orgy, if the spores caused this arousal, she could only imagine what the plant itself would do to one of it's victims. Whatever the fate, she was sure the lucky victim would die in exquisite agony, their life snuffed out even as they cried out in the peak of their pleasure. She didn't know why, but the idea of dying like that seemed far more preferable then how she'd seen others die these past few months. Borg Nanoprobes turning you into a machine, some alien's blade leaving your entrails on the floor as you bled out, your blood boiling in the vacuum of space, no this was a far better way to leave the mortal world.

Kala looked up from her console, her breathing a bit heavier, not realizing just how hard the spores were making it to think, how her mind had been wandering. Her uniform jacket was already unzipped but as she glanced down briefly she realized she'd started to unzip her yellow undershirt down below the line of her bra. She didn't care, she wanted Chambers to see, to realize the assets she brought to this team, that she was the equal of Zark or Cir-Cie, that she could offer him just as much as they could, perhaps even more if he'd just let her show him...

"I think I can Lieutenant," Kala responded, using his title, hoping to somehow stave off the lust that was consuming her concious mind bit by bit. It wasn't working though, in the moments between focusing on the mission at hand, she had flickers, flashes of thought, Chambers and Leux in the back of the shuttle, naked as they day they were born, standing over her and Zark, equally naked, Cir'Cie in some sort of leather outfit. She shook her head, f*ck she was losing it, her mind turning the shuttle into some sort of BDSM chamber.

She stepped closer to Chambers, his earlier remark about personal skillsets set something off in her mind. Fingers tracing along the seam of her uniform shirt's zipper, over the fabric showing through the gap in her uniform, her chest heaving a little with each heated breath, giving him a sultry look she smiled, "I would be willing to show you my 'personal skillsets' Lieutenant, and the assets I bring to the table, though perhaps a private interview is warranted?"

The sound of the Vulcan women addressing her her brought her back to reality, Her face flush as she glanced over at Cir'Cie who'd tossed her a satchel with some medical gear, including a needle gun. She was both annoyed that Cir'Cie had interrupted what promised to be a fun time, but also glad as she realized that was the lust talking earlier, they had a mission, and if they survived, perhaps later she could see if this was just the spores, or if there wa something there between them.

The Vulcan's suggestion to find something to fill it with and use it on the plant seemed pointless. "I'm not sure what we can Ensign, and if the Niga is as dangerous as it seems, getting close enough to inject it with poison seems suicide, a phaser set on 16 will probably take out the plant, and anything delicate like reactor components nearby." She pushed it back to Cir'Cie. "I'm already volunteering for what is most likely a suicide run into the heart of this beast, trying to poison it isn't in the cards. Sorry." She held up her phaser pistol, "This will have to do."
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on December 27, 2021, 12:13:31 AM
 Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

Arven kept biting his lip, the thoughts of arousal and stimulation. He'd breathed in enough of the spores that he was being affected. And the way the others were being, exposing more skin. As much as he wanted to be involved, there was no worse idea right now. His mind was a blur and was fuzzing out for a moment. So when chambers said someone needs to program in a return sequence into the shuttle Arven raises his hand. "I volunteer to return to the shuttle and program in that sequence. It will be a medical quarantine procedure, so I should do it."

Arven didn't want to leave the others alone, but the way this was shaping up, he'd have to do that. The further away he got from the brewery, the more he hoped his head would clear. But no. Chambers was putting him on distraction duty. The man groaned at that, and shook his head. "Great, provide a distraction and a way to kill the scions... we'll have to drop a roof on them...." Arven frowned a little and looked up at the roof.

The vaulted ceiling of the now ancient brewery did indeed look like it had some rather obvious supports. And with the stolid construction that Klingons were fond of, it probably weighed a ton, even with the ventilation ducts built into it. Arven points to the visible joints and bolts at the edges of the ceiling. "I don't know about a moving target or one that's shooting at me. But I'm pretty sure that I can hit those. a good shot at full power might take out each of those supports?"

It was a thought, and it came with a high risk. But if it worked, the team would be hailed as heroes, and they'd have people throwing themselves at them. And that sounded good right about now. The thoughts about having people throwing himself for heroics did indeed get a reaction from him, and the Trill drifts off into that daydream for a time. It wasn't until a few seconds had passed when he'd begun daydreaming about a  childhood crush of his that Arven snapped back to himself with a jolt. There was the distinct feeling that the other members of the away team were staring at him. But that wasn't necessarily the case. It seemed that everyone was focused on Chambers, and with good reason. Arven's eyes focus on the pants of the Human. Arven blatantly stared at the pants of the Lieutenant for a while unable to look away, his breathing coming heavy before he finally and with great reluctance looked away.

"Right time to Scooby-Doo this shit I guess." Arven gave a lustful sigh as he Rgerads Lieutenant Chambers for one last time. "Draw them out, and we'll get up to a catwalk near the roof; we'll bring down the ceiling and cover you." Arven nodded tow hat looked like the office complex on the other end of the work floor. That had to be where the Savi was hiding out at. This wouldn't be easy, and they'd probably see them coming, but right now, Arven could use the clarity that came with danger.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on December 29, 2021, 03:06:49 PM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) |  Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery]

@Pierce @Tae @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn

Lt.Zark had been idly playing with her shirt zipper and mentally undressing Chambers...well, that wasn't quite correct.  It was more of trying to get the orgy going when the subject of the undressing suddenly pulled his phaser and shot her in the leg.    "wahhh!  stupidfuckingnogooddirtycocksuckingshelateatingimbecillic......!" was all the Andorian got out as she was violently snapped out of her reveries and fell on to her shapely posterior.  Clutching her leg as she tried to fight the throbbing pain.  Reflexively sucking in pair and blowing it out as she gritted her teeth, Lt. Zark heard very little for the next few minutes.  What mainly filtered through amounted to, she would fight the Scions and the Klingons head on while Lt. Kala did a solo run into the basement to disable the generator and deal with any dangerous fauna.  It was all insane and incredibly stupid, but it was also hard to say what was the bigger threat, a potential actual Niga plant, or the Scions leaving with their knowledge about it.  Slowly getting up and breathing hard, her deep breaths could smell the arousal that was literally dripping from the Vulcan and Bajoran; at this point, Zark was pretty sure her own panties weren't dry any more either.  Mirroring Chambers in her thought process That hurt, pain is good, I can work with pain. Oh we are all so screwed, physically especially after this is all over. "Sir I'm good to go, but I'm not sure for how much longer.  I also think Lieutenant Kala is correct about using a phaser to destroy anything down there.  Setting up an explosive that could bring the room down on her isn't going to help much more.  Besides, I only brought one with me."

Looking at the group, Lt.Zark knew time was short.  Cir'Cie was a barely contained animal in heat, Kala was just shy of doing a whole strip show, Chambers looked like he'd been hit in the family jewels......and liked it, by Lor'vela even Dr.Leux was giving Chambers a good ole stare.  Chambers is gonna be a drained dry at this rate, nah ah, mission first, orgy afterwards.  Carefully harnessing her rage, which was a lot easier than it normally was, Zark's face become one of pure hate. "Let's get this over with."  Before heading to the door, the Andorian roughly grabbed the Bajoran Engineer by the back her collar and quickly marched her over to Dr.Leux before shoving her into his body.  "Doc, keep her moving." she ordered the doctor in a voice dripping with distilled menace.  Grabbing her rifle, Zark opened the door and led the group out to the main production facility. "I also hope one of you can setup the shuttle return by remote." Zark called out as she raised her rifle on the move.

It wasn't difficult making their way to the main production floor as the occupants were too busy.  The screams and cries of pain and passion were getting louder the closer the group got closer.  Descending the metal grated stairwell, Zark saw the last door before the main production floor and pointed at Dr. Leux and Ensign Cir'Cie to go through.  As they were about to pass, she held her arm out to stop them.  Grabbing a pair of phaser grenades out a pocket on her tac vest, she fiddled with the controls for maximum stun, then handed one to each person.  "I'm going to keep an open comm link so we don't have to shout till it's necessary, when I saw throw, jam the red button, and toss it into the nearest concentration of Klingons you can see.  Try not to hit the same bunch." Giving the two teal collared personnel a final look, she saw it was about as good as it was going to get with them. "As my marine instructor on Earth once said, keep your eyes and ears open and give em hell.  Go." With that, the two took off into upper catwalk.  Looking at Kala, and Chambers, Zark could see the time bomb ticking away.  It didn't help that she felt a sticky wetness flowing down one of her own trouser legs. "Let's go."  The medic gripped her rifle tighter using it as a focus for what they had to do.

Gritting her teeth, Zark led the last two down to the final door and gently opened it.  She froze and tensed for a moment as she saw a Klingon head in the distance pointed directly at the door.  When the woman's head snapped back in a primal scream as a male pounded away at her ass, Zark motioned to her two remaining companions to keep follow her and keep low.  Snaking their way between various bits of machinery and vats, Zark found a position that provided Chambers with a good field of fire and decent cover.  Anyone charging him would have to vault over several crates exposing themselves to his hopefully accurate fire.  It also gave him a greater view of the overall battlefield such as it was.  She pulled out a grenade and set it, before leaving it to Chambers.  Turning to the new member of Theurgy's crew, Zark fought the urge to grab the pink skin's strong hand and jam it under her tunic to give her aching breast a good massage.  Instead, Zark laid down her rifle before slowly zipping up her tunic, then her tac vest.  It was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do when every fiber in her being cried out to be completely naked and ravished by the ruggedly handsome pink skin in front of her.  Instead, she settled for a comradely squeeze on his shoulder and a quick smile.

Peeking over the crate they were hiding behind, Zark surveyed the rest of the facility and grinned when found what she was looking for.  Tapping Lt. Kala on the shoulder, she pointed a door.  Dropping her voice low, she brought her head closer to the Bajoran woman's.  "When the shooting starts, circle back behind those vats and go for the door. It should lead to the basement.  You'll do fine, and we're all getting out of this. Okay?" Looking her Cayuga shipmate in the eyes to give her confidence, Zark mentally gauged how the blonde was doing, and it was hard to tell, so all she had was hope at this point, and the combat medic shrugged internally.  The scent of the Bajoran's light sweat, mixed in with her pheromones, and whatever perfume she'd applied earlier in the day really was very intoxicating, "I'm sorry for pushing you along earlier, but well you know...," A physical shrug mirrored her internal one.  Then in a act of impulse, a cobalt hand gently, but firmly grabbed the back of the Bajoran woman's neck and Zark closed her eyes before planting a solid, yet loving kiss on her lips.  Opening her eyes once more, Zark smiled sheepishly.  "I want to taste a little bit of that bravery, and remember it."  Gracing her manically brave shipmate with a gentle smile, and a final caress of her jaw line, the Andorian grabbed her rifle and moved off towards another set of barrels further up, crawling the last few meters.

Settling into her position, the Andorian traced her lips with her fingers before giving the battlefield a final survey.  Tapping her combadge and confirming everyone was in position, Lt. Zark laid out targets for the grenades, then made count "Ready? Set. Throw!" Mashing the button on the grenade, and lobbing it overhead.  The alloy cylinder sailed and landed with a metallic clink on the ground, bouncing once, then twice before settling amongst her targets, a group of Klingon warriors.  A bright orange flash erupted from the cylinder signalling the start of battle as a rifle came to firing position, its targeting sight lined up with frozen jade as cold as space.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on January 06, 2022, 11:02:48 PM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

The production floor was loud as was the sounds coming from the other side of the tanks and bulkheads. Chambers peered around them and felt a stirring which he was able to push aside as he saw the rest of the team disband to their designated locations. However before he turned back to the focal point, he caught a glimpse of Zark and Marika having a lingering kiss. To say he wasn't getting excited from the sight, he'd be lying to himself. His heartbeat could be felt harder in his chest as his breathing increased. Nick shook his head to refocus again as Marika took off and Zark went to her position.

Zark's increased pheromones only made Nick more ready to drop the mission, and possibly his pants to see what the blue-hued female could really do. As quick as the thought came, he saw the Andorian's hand mashing the buttons on a grenade. The sphere flew quietly into the air as she announced it loudly enough to cause a brief stir on the inhabitants. "READY YOUR FIRE!" The metal object landed nearby some 'busy' Klingon warriors and erupted. The orange explosion send bodies flying in multiple directions as Chambers fired several shots off at the other warriors still nearby and rushed them in full birthday suit glory. Their primal screams could be heard echoing around the room.

"Blow the tanks next! We can't risk those continuing to produce the compound any long"

Sweat beaded down his neck as the air temperature was heated. That was when his ears picked something up in the nearby area. What sounded like a transporter of some sort. He dove back down behind another tanker as a Klingon male came rushing him, stark naked. He fired at the male's chest subduing his efforts. "Keep firing on the Klingons! Knock them all out. "

His chest beat hard as he watched the team continuing on their separate missions. He tapped his combadge to open a channel between all those present but the field was still up preventing that action. "Damn..." he muttered to himself.

Partially distracted a Klingon female got the jump on him and began attempting to tear his clothes from his body. She was fairly strong as he struggled to regain his ability to fight back. She tore the Starfleet uniform, severing the zipper on his chest, leaving him in only his operations gold undershirt which had some slight tears in it as well. Her hands grabbed at his waist and he wrestled a hand free and fired at point-blank range on the warrior. Her body fell limp as he pushed her off of him.

Nick leaned on his leg, grabbed his footing, and stood back up. The undershirt was now scorched with a familiar smokey grayish color leaving little to the imagination. He wondered if this is how Kirk felt when he ruined uniforms on his away missions. It was an outstanding gag at the academy anyhow.

"Well...that was new. Damn Klingons just can't hold their booze."

That was when the remaining Klingons were subdued by the Scions seen in the footage with the doppelganger of Dr. Nicander. Their appearance was nothing he'd ever come across before and it was startling. The creatures looked like something out of an early 20th-century horror film. He backed up in awe of their size and build structure.

"Oh fuck me..." It took a moment for that to sink in and he pointed at Zark and the others. "Not literally. At least not right now."

One of them continued to tinker with the controls in the control center just through the doorframe. He could see it in the glassed-off area near the tanks. The other was looking right at them now that the Klingon warriors are down. It spoke quietly but in speech he didn't readily understand.

"Anything people? What are our options? Any weaknesses?"
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on January 15, 2022, 02:23:25 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]

Cir'Cie would reluctantly bend down to grab the Syringe Gun back that Marika had politely refused, her shapely posterior pressing against her sweat laden Starfleet slacks as she did so - and slowly she placed it back within the satchel. It was clear that she was reaching her limit, finally joining Zark in unzipping her top. Only due to the lack of any real ample cleavage, she did so down to the middle of her sternum, revealing a good amount of her bronzed and fair skin with what little curves on her chest she did have.

Being jostled along with the good Doctor, Cir'Cie couldn't help but let out a light grunt of frustration as it was becoming more and more difficult to keep a lid on her emotions. She could practically see the lust within Zark's eyes and for a moment she chose to allow her Jade Green to stare deep into Sapphire Blue, seriously contemplating the idea of smashing her lips against the Andorian's own luscious set.

Any time she might have had to try and focus on regaining more composure to keep her going for another few minutes was interrupted when she felt Zark slipping the Stun Grenade into her hand. The sensation of cool and clammy azure skin over her bronzed fingers made her elicit a soft gasp of desire and she quickly forced herself to look over the grenade, feeling somewhat disappointed it was a Nadion Particle emission unit rather than a Photon Grenade. But if this what they had, then it would have to do.

Proceeding up to the catwalk with Arven, Cir'Cie would keep her focus forward, not wanting to give the Doctor the wrong impression should she decide to check him out. Upon taking her position, she would crouch down and close her eyes, trying to control her breathing and gain some level of control as she could feel anger at the lack of sexual relief starting to pulse through her. "Ready, Set, Go!" came Zark's voice and Cir'Cie responded, quickly standing forth to hurl the grenade outwards, letting it join the explosive crescendo of orange flashes and destructive pulses that surged throughout the facility.

During this, Cir'Cie would opt to begin moving down from the Catwalk, trying to reach Chamber's position and as she made her move. With her dominant arm raised and phaser pistol extended, she took several shots at the remaining Klingons who were stumbling through the chaos looking for their next bout of passion or an easy way to Sto'vokor.

This is when she took note of the Scions within the control room, noting how they appeared to be operating on the consoles. Where they controls for the facility? Or perhaps a disguised unit connected to some other nefarious purpose, whatever the case - what little logic the Vulcan still had managed to persist and she glanced up at the slightly taller man before her.

"This situation...is becoming untenable...while we've destroyed much of the Brewery, the Niga Plant remains at large and our enemies have superior physiology to our own...I don't believe facing them head on is wise. They know this as well otherwise they would be attempting to eliminate us in a more prompt manner...clearly they underestimate us..."

She glances away from Chambers, biting her lip as her legs instinctively parted in her stance. Her need for sex clearly visible on her expression as her defenses and disciplines were breaking down. It would not be long before the instincts of the Niga that resided within her mind, would win out.



Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on January 17, 2022, 06:07:53 PM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex ]
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Kala returned the kiss, the taste of Zark’s lip gloss (or whatever she wore) on Kala’s lips. She didn’t know if there was going to be a second time, but she would do her damnest to complete her mission no matter the cost. A little bravery wouldn’t hurt and as their lips parted, a soft exhale escaping Kala’s lips, she looked into Zark’s eyes, equal measures of determination and lust in her own. “For you Lieutenant, I’m coming back so you can do more then just taste it,” she said huskily as the Andorian’s fingers traced her jawline. “I want a proper taste of you when this is all over.”

She didn’t have long before the shooting started, and once the enemy forces were distracted by phaser fire and tossed grenades, she ducked behind several vats, heading through a non-descript door, and onto a catwalk over what she realized were the facility reactors. She glanced around, phaser drawn, looking for anyone who might be a threat. She didn’t see anything except for stairs down to the reactor control level, and an almost overwhelming blast of desire to either pleasure herself and get her needs satisfied right then and there or run back up and jump the bones of that Andorian who’d kissed her.

She gritted her teeth, knowing she had to get to the reactors, start a chain reaction that’d destroy the facility, or at least cripple it long enough to get word out and a Klingon taskforce to sanitize the planet. The controls were unguarded, so she thought, and she went down the catwalk, quickly setting to work, figuring out the controls with the help of her tricorder. This was Klingon, and old hardware even by Klingon standards, but what worked, worked, so why replace it it with newer? Of course, that would make it easier to rig for overload, if she could just focus on the controls in front of her.

Whatever control she had before was ebbing away as the pollen lay thick in the air and she gave in to the heat, unzipping her uniform shirt all the way, shedding the over jacket on a nearby console as she focused as best she could. She had to focus but the itch between her thighs was becoming unbearable. A quick rub seemed to ease the burn for the moment, though it was perhaps a dulling rather then an easing, but it gave her enough to focus, start rigging the controls, setting injectors to ramp up to overload, constrictors to slowly clamp down on the power flow, build up pressure in the core, ready to explode. Just like herself she mused, just like herself.

In the darkness, the Niga lurked. To say it was sentient was wrong, it was no more sentient than any other plant, but it’s reflexes, its behaviors were complex, nuanced. It learned with each infection how to best strike its prey. The pollen it gave out incapacitated it’s prey, kept them focused on their lusts, on satisfying themselves, and spreading the pollen around, incapacitating others. In that way the prey brought others into the trap, closer to the plant. Eventually, consumed by their lusts, one or more prey would wander into range of the Niga and virtually incapable of defending itself, the plant would strike, like a Venus fly trap of earth or other predatory plant it would strike, capturing its prey in its leafy tendrils.

And now, it felt the vibrations in the ground, the movement of air on its leaves, its senses picking up another prey. Slowly, methodically, the plant moved towards Kala, her back turned to the darkness behind her. It didn’t care what she was doing, it cared not about reactors and scions, this being was prey and the niga needed to reproduce. It moved to strike, slowly advancing on Kala from behind, her attention focused on the work she was trying to complete, and the distracting feelings in her core.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on January 17, 2022, 09:32:06 PM
 Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn


Arven heard the call for the grenades. No sooner had the order come than Arven lobs that foul machine away from him towards a group of Klingons away from where Cir'Cie had thrown hers. He'd managed to get a good angle from up on the catwalk and managed to get the device right into the center of a group of Klingons violently fornicating. Arven didn't wait to see what would happen due to that, and he gave a weary sigh doing his best to keep his thoughts in check. The drugs he'd taken were allowing him to focus barely, and then there was the fear and adrenaline of combat. He didn't get much of it on the Honshu, but Arven's time at the POW camp had filled his life with violence at different points. at least Arven thought he was in control still, he wasn't, that had left him as soon as the grenades began going off.

Finally getting up top and on the catwalk, Arven got a good view of the control room and spotted the Savi aliens he'd never seen before. The Savi were strange beings that were possibly behind everything or just another pawn. Arven didn't know and didn't care.

Right now, they were the reason they were here, their blood running hot and passionate against their will. This wouldn't do for the Trill. He was angry and could very likely fight against them hand to hand if they got close enough. Of course, no way would Arven do anyone any good. There was so much that Arven didn't know about combat, but he knew what it could take to stay alive.

He dialed his phaser up to the maximum setting, the doctor aimed at what looked like a ceiling support beam over the control room. And after a moment of taking aim, the Trill fired, missing wildly and hitting a glass skylight. The excited energy beam slammed into the glass and steel, causing an explosion in the glass panel.

Arven's missed shot succeeded in only drawing the attention of the Savi! The hostile aliens turn and begin to exit the control room, having taken notice of the Starfleet crew. Arven's violet eyes go wide, and he starts firing wildly in the general direction of the aliens. At the very least, he was providing a hell of a distraction, the phaser causing small explosions wherever the maximum power beam struck. Pieces of malt vats and stills breach and spew combinations of water, liquor, and other substance all over—masonry reduced to powder blowing out from wherever his phaser touched. If Arven was just trying to be distracting, He was doing a marvelous job, pinning the Savi down and drawing attention to himself.

But he was actually trying to hit the creatures, so Arven wasn't effective at all. He hadn't fired a phaser in years, not even in a defensive drill, and He'd never aimed to kill. Hopefully, Zark, a combat soldier, would manage to score a hit or drop some structure on the aliens. Right now, Arven was almost a danger to everyone, firing willy-nilly. How many shots did he even fire? 10, 20? Arven didn't know, and he also had no idea how many shots the power cells of the standard hand phasers even held.

Sensing that their attacker had no idea what he was even doing, the Savi begin to move, unnoticed by the Trill, the creatures moving towards the far wall where Arven wasn't firing or pelting with debris. The situation would get worse if no one noticed because Arven sure as fuck didn't.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on January 18, 2022, 04:43:15 PM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | Production Floor]

@Tae @SummerDawn @Pierce @UltimaImperatrixia

The tactical computer operating behind the iced jade eyes was far more merciless than it had ever been in its entire history.  When the grenade went off, it became unfettered by compassion, remorse, civilization or anything that distracted the rifle in the cobalt hands from engaging the ravenous horde charging its position.  Only duty seemed to provide the last vestige of restraint.  The merest fractions of a second were needed to acquire the targets through the sights and for the firing stud to be pulled. Distances to the target were already measured and a targeting queue setup.  The computer worked its way methodically through the list, yet it's very focus had caused it to miss a key fault in the logic, for the operator was still an organic being and violence of combat sang in her veins.  The restraints the computer imposed on the war song were steadily worn down with each target hit, each cry of pain chorused with the war maidens’ choir that lurked in her cultural genetic makeup. 

A Klingon warrior; maybe the leader, who knew? had lagged behind the rest of the horde by a small distance, but it had been enough to provide him with the cover of the mass of blind hungry bodies.  When the last body fell, he was within steps of the frozen green eyes, and he charged, Mek'Leth in hand, already coming down for the decapitating swing.  The computer noted this, and the war maiden's song crashed against the barrier set by the computer.  Automatic combat reactions took over as the rifle was brought up, but not in an aimed manner for there was no time, but now being wielded as a staff.  The first strike was deflected and the sound of metal striking alloy sent an erotic shiver to the choir, a second strike was parried the opposite direction and force of the blow caused the blue hands to let go of the rifle.  It was abandoned from thought as blue figure leaned out of the way and her hand went to the back of the tactical vest and pulled out the ushaan-tor hidden underneath.  There was no change in the holder’s stance to one ready to receive combat for the war maiden in her had detected the final parry had unbalanced her opponent as he'd over committed, and the vicious serrated blade flashed up backed by the full strength of the slender yet muscular arms.  The strike was perfect and the war maiden in her veins shrieked in triumph as the side his head was split open from chin to forehead.  The opponent didn't get a chance to cry in pain as the point of the blade was brought back down and fluid spewed from the back of his neck as it buried into his spine, splashing the blue harbinger with red ichor. 

A familiar voice was asking a question, but it was ignored as unimportant, and the hellish visage of a being once known as Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell licked her lips of the Klingon's blood and shivered with sensual pleasure from the kill.  The explosions going off around her were of no consequence for they were not intended for her.  A feral smile pulled at her lips as her breathing became heavier.  Licking the blood off the blade, her eyes focused on the strange creature that had caused all the pain and torment thus far, and the blue mouth opened in a primal scream of rage before the Andorian leapt into a berserker charge toward the stunned Scion.  In a panic, the Scion raised its graviton pistol, but triggered a shot into the ground causing the floor to buckle, warp, and explode.  The berserker noted this and let out another banshee scream as the Scion’s pistol lined up with her for the second shot.  Vaulting suddenly, the second shot missed, but came close enough for the berserker to feel rumbling of the air where she would have been, making her blood boil more.  Closing the distance, the berserker slashed her blade at the abomination in front of her just missing the back pedalling alien. Its weapon was not as lucky as the blade sliced through the barrel assembly and shattered it. 

The scion dropped the now useless weapon and began flailing about, desperately trying to defend itself and get away as the alien blue banshee hacked, slashed, and danced her way through the pale chittin arms in an attempt to gut her tormentor like a fish.  The berserker traded blows with the sound of metal clanging against carapace as she dodged the sound of arms slicing air and chittering feet. The blue alien soon had an inkling that this was not as easy as she thought it would be as the repeated sounds of bouncing metal singing infuriated and frustrated her. 

As the berserker bent backwards, barely avoiding a strike to her head that was moving nearly too fast, she continued her bend till hands touched ground and her legs came flying up in a kick that nailed the Scion in the head, causing it to stumble backwards, stunned.  Seeing her chance, the blue banshee screamed once more and charged bringing the point of the ushaan-tor towards the Scions head, only to hear a resounding hollow clang as the blade embedded itself in the carapace head and got stuck. The blue alien stared dumbfounded at the blade buried in the Scion’s head.  It should have driven deep into its head, her brain chittered.  The stun of the strike had badly affected the Scion as it swung an arm out at the stationary woman with less than full strength.  Lt. Zark cried out in pain as the badly aimed arm slammed into her torso and sent her flying where she crashed into crates of grains, shattering them, sending cereals and wood in all directions.  The Scion knew it had the advantage and moved towards the prone woman as she lay there trying to regain her senses. 
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on January 20, 2022, 06:27:29 PM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony | Spaceport outside Colony Centre ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

Cir'Cie's approach was welcome to Chambers' eyes as he took in her glistening form. Phaser in hand and deciphering the situation before them. Her commentary was sound, despite the emotional blips escaping her normally stoic personality. "Agreed." The looks she was bestowing upon him were causing a stir in more than one place for him but he soldiered on in this moment. "Find cover and aim for the rooftops. Let's see if we can land some heavy beams on top of them. Maybe incapacitate them in some way. Only other though I have is if we remote controlled and landed a shuttle on their heads...it could work...but no idea if it's possible or if it'd destroy the vessel."

Nick observed the away team acting on their own as they took to their posts. The phaser fire from Arven caused him to dive behind some cover nearby. The bits of glass showering the floor. Unfortunate for anyone going around without shoes right now. But it wasn't just the glass, it was the full beam of the phaser that also caused him alarm. If one of the crew were to get hit...well...it'd be fried crispy Starfleet officer if there was any left. The well done steaks wouldn't look very good either.

"ARVEN! STOP FIRING BEFORE YOU KILL US!" He yelled covering his ears the best he could to shroud them from the high pitched sound and shattering computers and ceiling pieces. Before he could get out however, he saw Zark now battling the Scion. Behind the beautiful blue faced woman, the rage and ballistic energy coming from her was surprising. But he knew that Andorians could hold their own in battle as much as a Klingon. And they were always prepared for it.

The feeling in Chambers' chest was mixed. He had some worry...and some other lingering feelings from the Niga attacking him. It wasn't fun but it could be he thought to himself. Maybe later. The sight of Zark's attack gave the impression that she did not need his help...at least until he saw the Scion throw her with it's arm towards the crates. Clearly stunned she wasn't aware of the Scion approaching her from behind. This was not going to end this way on his watch. Grabbing his phaser rifle, he ran towards her. The distance seemed to take forever but he ran and lept into the air. His landing was less than stellar and on a competition would likely be rated below a 5. Maybe a 4 and a half. He shook his head. The humor in his mind held off the Niga thoughts which was good as he needed the focus.

"I thought Honey I Shrunk the Kids was an ancient Earth movie. Why the fuck am I looking at a giant ant, riding him like a horse and trying to make him sit?" He jabbed his hands on the blade that Zark buried into the Scion's head and hit it clearly stunning the creature more. Holding on for dear life, Nick found a nice gash in the armor plating of this particular Scion. The other clearly hiding in the alcoves nearby to avoid battle as it observed the situation. Something they'd have to deal with shortly. He grabbed his smaller phaser pistol with his remaining hand as the Scion continued to buck beneath him. His thumb slid the setting to overload and he rammed it into the crevasse in its back before jumping off of it. He ran towards Zark, mesmerized by her ample chest momentarily before he reached for her hand and pulled her up. Guiding her to a safe place he dashed about firing his Phaser rifle at it.

The rouse clearly was working as the back of the creature began to glow orange from its back as it ran towards him now. He dove behind an shipping container and covered his head as a huge explosion could be heard. The screams of the Scion and its partner could be heard over the sound. The one ceased however and other other dashed into the foray. He peered up and was astonished at the sight before him.

"Well, extra crispy it is then..." He glanced over to Zark, and swiveled around to look at Arven and Cir'Cie who were all okay. "What say we force feed this fucker a taste of his own medicine. Sound good to you guys?" He smirked as he thought about Kala and hoped that she was doing as well on her part of the mission.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on January 27, 2022, 08:31:27 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Infected/Hostile Brewing Complex ]

During the commotion and chaos of the initial fight, Cir'Cie had taken it upon herself to finally fill her syringe gun with an appropriate substance that could be used to kill. And thankfully, after all the apparent destruction, murder and mayhem - the brewery itself had given her the answer. She was nearing her limit in terms of trying to hold back her libido from overpowering her sense of reason - she could practically hear the old Niga talking in her mind, telling her to try and jump one of the Away Team Members, yet despite this - she had not taken a piece of clothing off of her form just yet, despite having lowered her zip down enough to expose the minimal cleavage she did have, her olive bronzed skin glistening with sweat just as profusely as the rest of the away team members.

"Scions are largely immune to chemical attacks - I don't think an overdose of medicine would work, Lieutenant." her voice answers to Chamber's own jovial statement about pursuing the hostile they had just forced to retreat. Carefully; she would approach the tall and chizled Lieutenant before her, looking up at him. Evidently she had taken his statement very literally - either in a poor attempt at humour or just due to how she was struggling to retain any modicum of focus at all. In her hands she holds the Syringe Gun that she had planned on saving for the Niga - but instead, it was filled with a viscous and sickly looking yellow oil of some kind.

"NMDA. Chemical byproduct from...the brewery...poisonous, carcinogenic...and most importantly... she clicked the canister segment of the Syringe Gun and carefully tooks the glass container out of the gun's frame, and it was clear she intended to use the container of toxic gloop in the next attack to finish the remaining Scion. "Extremely volatile...you've already made charcoal and tender meat out of the other. Might as well finish the job for when the Targs come snooping around the ruins..." The logic and stoic nature had gone from her voice - in its place, was a cold and visceral rage that was laced with pure venom and utter contempt. She yearned to see this creature die, the age old blood lust and desire to crush, kill, destroy - the primordial rage that had threatened to consume the Vulcan race... she could feel it welling inside of her, and given her only other option of emotion was unbridled sexual arousal. She embraced the anger whole-heartedly, her arms trembling with anger before she exhaled heavily and turned to move away from the team.

Cir'Cie didn't wait for instruction and nor did she seem to care for her own safety. A distinct rage could be seen in her eyes - she wanted out of this facility and off of this planet. Even if it meant returning back to the Theurgy just to go back to her prison like routine of tending to plants, eating dinner, conducting workouts and visiting Counselors on a weekly basis. It'd be better than allowing that...thing...that had tarnished her mind to finally be responsible for her death - or worse yet, to die at the hands of one of the Niga's creators. No - this time it would be her turn to strike back and the others could accompany her or simply watch.

But her intentions were made clear when she drew her Type 2 Phaser Pistol, volatile canister in her other hand she would begin to venture out in the direction where the injured Scion had fled, her hips swaying with a notable level of determination that was further accentuated by how her legs carried her - a sight to see for Arven and Chambers to be sure with how her slacks were now clinging to her and blackened further by the dampness of her sweaty figure.

Having walked past the smoldering corpse of the first Scion and into the wreckage that was littered with debris and the bodies of fallen Klingons. It did not take long for Cir'Cie to find the Scion - as it attempted to strike first, clearly it had hoped that one of the Away Team members would break off and come to find it. As the creature attempted to land a fell swoop upon her with one of its powerful yet lengthy arms, Cir'Cie would instinctively perform a roll as taught by her understanding of Suus Mahna. She was no expert in the field, but she didn't intend to rely on it for too long as time was not a luxury she could afford, especially as the Scion's burns and wounds were regenerating.

Successfully executing and moving out from the roll to gain some distance, she immediately flurried her arm out and fired three bursts of Nadion Particle Energy from the Phaser which was indeed set to kill, but the Scion took the shots; the three bolts landing upon its chest, shoulder and head respectively. It was the head shot that would cause the Scion to reel back in some pain, temporarily blinded and swiping out in defiance, trying to land a hit on the young Vulcan who intuitively did what she could to stay back, dodge and improvise. Weakened or not, she knew this creature would kill her with ease if given the chance, but seeing as it was blinded - she took the chance to throw the canister at the Scion, shooting it in mid-air and causing the chemicals within to ignite as the glass shattered and the contents splashed upon that which she sought to finish. However in making the lunge to throw the canister, the Scion was successful in swiping a claw across the abdomen of her uniform, tearing the fabric aside and leaving cuts within her skin.

If Cir'Cie didn't know any better, she would have deduced her enemy was frightened - perhaps it had not intended to enter a conflict zone at this time when the away team had arrived at the facility. This did not deter her however and neither did the stinging pain she felt across her toned stomach either, the sensation of her green blood lightly trickling down her skin only served to fuel her need to kill this detestable being. She would fire three more shots right into the sternum of the Scion before walking right up to it and delivering a hard kick to the chest, making the timid and weakened Scion fall down, leaving to wrestle within the burning and writhing mess of flesh its body was now finding itself becoming enveloped in.

Cir'Cie simply stood over the body of the wounded and inflamed Scion and proceeded to unload shot after shot after shot into it, her eyes never leaving as she wanted to see the life drain out of it bit by bit. By the time the creature was dead, she realized she owed this kill largely to Zark and Chambers who had provided this opportunity to give her a chance of pure and unadulterated catharsis. Holstering the Phaser Pistol into her belt, she turned and walked back to re-join the main group, her arms and hands visibly shaking as adrenaline and aftershock surged through her and it was hard to tell if the Vulcan was about to scream, lock up or burst into tears.



Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on February 01, 2022, 06:13:38 PM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex | Reactor Control Room ]
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The plant had learned that in this environment, this prey would react quickly to any attack, strike back viciously so the Niga would need to be swift, strike hard, incapacitate its victim quickly. It would lose limbs, but the limbs could regrow, whereas prey could be fleeting, the lost opportunity a greater cost to the plant then a few limbs.

Kala was focused on the reactor core, trying to think through the steps she needed to do, trying to ignore the burning in her core. She had to pause, had to give herself some control back. Slipping her hand beneath the hem of her uniform skirt, exploring her femininity with a couple fingers worked even better then plain rubbing. Her mind wandered a little, thoughts of Zark and Chambers naked in bed, doing things with her that’d make a Klingon blush.

The distraction was enough, and the plant struck. Tendrils wrapped around Kala’s ankles, pulling back, knocking her off balance, pulling her to the ground. She caught herself before her head contacted the hard ground of the control room, turning to see green tendrils wrapped around her. She screamed but over the noise of the reactors and the firefight above she was unsure if she was heard. Not that she could’ve done mush else as the plant grabbed her arms, green tendrils binding her ability to escape. Kala could only watch and struggle, both scared and aroused as the plant moved closer, a tendril dripping with some form of fluid, sap of some kind, came close to her face, mere inches before several puffs of some white powder came from one puffy tendril, settling around Kala’s nose and mouth.

Kala’s struggling only served to kick the powder up and she inhaled it, quickly stopping her struggles, unable and unwilling now to move. Her body was the plants now, her conscious mind an aroused wreck wanting release, knowing this plant would do just that. Then she would die, but at least she would die with a smile on her lips. She watched the tendrils trace down the bare skin of her chest eliciting moans as the plant, it’s more delicate tendrils, dripping with the slippery sap it produced, formed into what resembled a male humanoid reproductive organ.

She watched, fascinated, aroused, as more tendrils joined these first few, green vines tipped by a ‘phallus’ slipped beneath her skirt. She felt her legs being pulled wider as the plant sought her core, sought entrance to her body. It didn’t take long as what felt like one of her past lovers found purchase and slid inside her, filling her up, giving her the touch and physical pleasure she lusted for. 

Kala moaned, now lost to the world, the mission gone, the team above all but forgotten as the plant started to move inside her, taking her places she’d not been in far too long. She felt the plant move inside her, playing her body like a fiddle, using her for it’s needs. Whatever rational fears she may have had (all of them valid) were lost to the feeling of heat and pleasure deep in her core. She didn’t care that the plant was using her as a host to infect others, preparing to ‘impregnate’ her with its own seedlings, use her as a vessel to spread its kind to other worlds, Kala wanted the release, needed the release this plant offered.

For the plant, once inside the host body, the rhythmic movement of the tendrils mimicking the act of sexual congress would induce the final stages of the victim’s release. When the prey orgasmed around the tendrils, oblivious to the plant, it would plant seedlings deep in the prey’s body, the next generation gestating inside the host body. The seedlings would produce a virus that drove the prey, overwhelmed them to seek out others to lay with and infect, spreading the virus among the population.

Her orgasm washed over her body, convulsions wracking her petite frame. The release felt wonderful, the plant giving her what she so desperately craved in the moment, unawares of what it was doing to her, doing inside her. Had she known she’d be screaming out for help but now, on the reactor room floor, impaled by the plant, infected, Kala was barely conscious of her surrounding, her whole world the feelings inside her body. 
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on February 06, 2022, 05:15:33 PM
 Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Pierce @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia @SummerDawn


Arven never exactly regained control, nor did he cease firing by choice. His hand phaser simply ran out of energy amid his fury. The doctor was trapped inside his own mind and fought against that. The horrors of the war, ones he saw, ones he'd heard about from other prisoners. Arven was a mess right now, and the man couldn't very well gain control of himself, not now, not here.

The ebb and flow of battle had raged around him, with Arven having been caught up in the tumultuous maelstrom that was the brewery. Piece of brick and brewing equipment flying everywhere, his mind nowhere close to being in the suitable space for any functionality now. But what Arven's random firing had managed to create was structural instability in the building.

Slowly at first, bricks and masonry begin to collapse and fall, then like dominos more and more. A fermentation tank collapsed on the floor and went through it, sending waves of the hot malt washing through the lower levels of the brewery—the first tank leading to the collapse and spilling of the others on the brewery floor. Quickly the entire brewery begins to fill with the warm, yeasty fluid spilling forth and frothing upon every surface. TThe rancidity of the Klingon malt was overpowering in its pungency. Thick, steamy juices gushed over the away team, Klingons and Savi alike.

The turbulent, tumultuous volumes of processing booze washed through the brewery like the bacchanal of a drunken god. The burning Scion that Cir'Cie's Nadion particle phaser poised over Zark swept up in the flood of drink as well as Zark, and perhaps Cir'Cie as well. The vile alien getting sept up and slammed into a wall by the frothing liquid, one very much in the process of collapse, and a ton of bricks and brewery equipment rain down upon its head.

Kala being so swiftly taken advantage of by the plant and its tentacles became ripped from the tentacled grasp by a wave of malt and ale from nowhere. The acidic beverage freed her from the perfidious pollination, though perhaps slamming the woman into a wall in the process.

The others of the away team, those on their feet or on a catwalk, would have time to get out of the way of the roaring malt but only a few seconds as the yeasty tidal wave rushed towards them filled with brick, pieced of machinery, and who knew what else.

All Arven could do was watch horrorstruck at the chaos that had been unleashed by his chaotic hand and total loss of control. how many more lives had the doctor just ended?
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: RyeTanker on February 08, 2022, 01:30:34 AM
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery]

Attn: @Pierce @SummerDawn @UltimaImperatrixia @Tae 

Lt. Zark's mind would have much preferred to regain their sense at an appropriate pace, but when the nasty, rancid, hot oatmeal washed over her, the survival imperative kicked in hard and what generally saved her from drowning was she sitting up against something.  The Andorian yelped as her adrenaline forced her to full wakefulness in moments and the counter balancing shock prevented her from feeling any pain she should have felt.  The brewery was a sight to be seen as Zark nearly slipped while trying to get up.  Everyone was almost up to their knees in ale ingredients and she was appalled at the amount of breakage the brewery had sustained, holes everywhere, a few fires, so many destroyed vats, but it was the smell that was the worst as her eyes began to water from the alcohol vapours in the air.  As she stood next to Chambers, she saw a bleeding Cir'Cie shakily making her way back from a blasted parody of a Scion, still there was something missing.

Zark's face exploded in shock as she saw the flow of the beer into the basement.  "Marika!!"  The medico screamed in horror after the engineer in the basement. Grabbing a dermal regeneration from a vest pocket, she slapped it onto Chambers, not even checking to see if he really had a grip on it. "Look after Cir'Cie." Zark told the human before she began desperately wading towards the door the engineer had descended, ignoring everything else.  It seemed to take forever as she battled a morass of water and grains, and her legs were burning when she reached the door and began her descent to the echoing sounds of rushing mash.  Zark was going so fast she slipped at one point and got covered in pulverized pulp.  Spitting the disgusting concoction out, she continued her descent as fast as her legs would carry her.  Reaching the bottom, her heart sank as Lt. Kala was face down in the slop with a bunch of drunkenly writhing vines around her.  Discarding her tac vest and tunic, Zark tied her hair into a ponytail and dove into the mess without hesitation.   The various knicks and cuts, not to mention her nostrils burned as her eyes continued to water swimming through the muck, and it was with relief that she reached her Cayuga shipmate.  Turning her over and despairing at her unconscious face, Zark grabbed a hold of her and swam back as fast as she could one armed, ignoring the burning protests from her arms and legs. 

The Andorian managed to pull the Marika towards the platform and pushed the Bajoran onto platform.  In a burst of irrationality, she stopped to grab the demo charge she had in the tac vest and mashed the red arming button before tossing it at the flooding generator where it landed and the magnetic clamps engaged on the console the Bajoran had been working on.  Pulling Lt. Kala into a Fireman's carry, Lt. Zark went up the stairs as quickly, and gingerly as possible.  It didn't take long to find a platform between stairs where the runoff was starting to abate and Zark set the Bajoran woman down before beginning CPR.  She opened the blondes tunic and soaking wet under shirt as she began to desperately deliver chest compressions, and instead of a light touch, Zark mashed her lips into the pale sticky lips and blew everything she had into her compatriots lungs.  By the third round, Zark began to wonder if Lt. Kala was dead, but the pulse remained thready.  All of sudden while blowing air in, Kala coughed hard and blew ale mash out of her mouth into the medicos face. 

Lt.Zark was felt relief wash over her as she saw the engineer come back to life, until she began to feel a docility, then desire wash over her.  The medico blinked several times and looked at the Bajoran woman in confusion.  "Wait, wha?"  was all Zark got out as she saw Kala Marika leaning on her arms before sitting up.  The look in her face wasn't one of someone who had just realized they were going to live.  It impossibly transmitted pure seduction and lust, and Zark couldn't resist as the Blonde woman undid her bra and carelessly tossed it away before reaching out to gently grab the Andorian's head.  A part of Zark's mind screamed to resist, but she was powerless as she fell into the tempting sapphire orbs and felt those soft yet hungry lips kiss her own.  Zark returned the kiss without thought as she ran her cobalt hands through the sticky yet undeniably soft blonde hair.  The tantalizing bite of her lower lip surprised the Andorian as it sent a shiver up her spine and the hungry probing of the tongue sent a wave of pleasure across the Andorian's neck that she eagerly returned.  She felt her make out partner reach down for a moment towards her waist, and the Andorian shuddered in the anticipation of what the pearlescent fingers would do to her, but instead they seemed to stay outside Zark's trousers before slowly coming back up.  Zark could only take in Marika's sultry smile as the long fingers reached up to the Andorian's mouth.  Zark accepted the gift and gently sucked on the sweet silvery nectar that coated them before sitting up and taking off her own shirt and bra, baring her full well formed breasts for the world to see.  As Zark's conscious mind began to fade, it noted that she couldn't remember Marika's perfect breasts being that big and what was the liquid leaking from them before her own mouth closed around the erect pink nipples to drink the nectar they provided.

After a short time had passed, Lt. Zark's voice could be heard through the brewery calling for help to retrieve Lt. Kala from the basement.  As Chambers and Cir'Cie approached the door, a single phaser bolt struck the Human, while the Vulcan was hit twice bowling them both over.  From the depths of the brewery, two naked apparitions that looked like Lt.Zark and Lt. Kala climbed out of the darkness and sashayed their way over the two stunned officers with hands fondling each other's breasts.  The two sirens let go of each other and seductively smiled to each other before leaning over the barely conscious officers to squeeze their erotic and deadly loads into their mouths as they lay on the ground.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Pierce on February 15, 2022, 10:33:08 PM
[ Lieutenant Nick Chambers (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Nick_Chambers) | Breshtanti Colony ] Attn: @Tae @SummerDawn @RyeTanker @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

Chambers heard the yell of Zark as she looked for Marika among the confines of the facility. He felt an eerie feeling in his chest and the back of his mind. Something didn't sit well with him. Despite the Niga's capabilities rendering their collective willpowers inert, he knew it was far from over. Deep inside his mind, a voice called to him to just simply let go...

Following the voice of Zark, he ran towards it with Cir'ce close by. As suddenly as the voice found her, the voice stopped, and all was too quiet for his liking. Peering from wall to wall, the shadows closed inward as he approached the doorframe of the room where Marika and supposedly Zark now were present in. Were they still alive? Are they consumed? His mind wandered as he knew this wouldn't look good from a command perspective, but likely would be looked upon favorably knowing the Niga was present.

His chest felt tighter as the pheromones of the room grew stronger with each breath that he took. He felt...desire for the things he knew were coming... His steps growing louder as the machines faded into the background and he stood in the entryway. Before he could speak however, the bright orange of a phaser knocked him on his back, slightly stunned. His eyes caught the visage of two beautiful woman, now lacking uniforms, in the shadows getting closer before he blacked out altogether.

Chambers felt the growing pressure on his chest and other regions of his body as he glanced upward only to have a liquid squirting into his mouth. The relaxing feeling washed over him as he felt the last of his thoughts wash away, replaced by the most primal of instincts. His strength overpowered his arms as the unpure thoughts clamored to the top. He grabbed the closest individual, locking lips as he felt her take him over.

His mind was now empty of thought, and the last thing he hoped before it left him, was that the Theurgy could save them all, or neutralize them before they could infect the universe since they still had a shuttle present nearby.



OOC: Feel free to use Chambers as you see fit in the following posts towards the end of this. I just wanted to keep this moving and didn't have much I wanted to add to this other than the loss of complete control.
Title: Re: Day - 5 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: [REDACTED] on February 22, 2022, 07:43:23 AM
[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Breshtanti Colony | Infected/Hostile Brewing Complex ]

With the two bolts having rendered her unconscious, Cir'Cie was sent into a dark dream where she found herself running through the hot and humid jungles of Niga. Within her dream she was being chased by the tendrils of concupiscence that had destroyed her mental stability, that had both shown her the true freedom of carnal addiction and emotional instability. The forbidden fruit that had shown her just what it was like to be a Vulcan more than fifteen hundred years ago. As the vison plagued her senses she would twitch and writhe in the real world. Like a patient trying to visibly stave off a virus that had begun to sweep through their body like a raging inferno. The dream culminated with herself finally being ambushed by a hulking bulk of Niga, its vines whipped and slathered and while the purple protrusions of its phallic like vines heaved and pulsated with a sense of triumph.

By the time she re-awakened, she could feel the tendrils in her mind were already gnarling at the heart of her conscious mind and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The voice that been wrestling within her being from all those months ago had finally secured its victory. With a final internal scream; her pupils dilating in internal terror and looking around in a desperate plea for hope, the gaze in her eyes quickly shifted from fear to unadulterated lust as Cir'Cie lost herself to the the demon inside her that she had been battling with.

Surak had failed her. In her mind; the Federation had failed her. But most importantly. She had failed herself.

As her eyes slowly re-focused, she re-directed them to look at the blue beauty who had unclothed both herself and her new victim, her new lover. Without so much as hesitating, Cir'Cie immediately felt connected to the dark instincts that had yearned to consume her and re-take their place as the dominant force within her Chakra. She eagerly pushed back and pressed both her small bust and her supple lips into those of the Azure Andorian atop of her. Bronze and Cobalt grinding and writhing together as Niga saps and feminine sweat culminated in a hot and sticky mess as Fire and Ice clashed together in a steamy and unbridled eruption of lust.

There was nothing she could do...and quite frankly...she didn't care.
Title: Re: Day 05 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: SummerDawn on March 07, 2022, 04:19:08 AM
[ Lieutenant j.g. Kala Marika (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Breshtanti Colony | Suspect Brewing Complex | Reactor Control Room ]
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The whole thing had become a blur in her mind.

Barely conscious for the pleasure coursing through her body, radiating outwards, filling every fiber of her being, Kala hadn't time to react to the wall of mash that came pouring into the basement where she'd been working. She didn't even realize she was in danger until she was swept away by the tsunami of partly brewed beer. Torn from the plant, her mind unable to register danger, she inhaled the frothy foamy brew, choking on it, inhaling even more, slowly drowning, her semi-conscious mind fading fast, losing consciousness as she lay there unable to rescue herself.

The next thing she remembered was the luscious lips of her Andorian crewmate, the taste of another drawing her back to consciousness. She coughed, exhaling the mash, looking up at Zark. The look was one of desire, pure unadulterated lust, and Kala kissed the women, drawing her down, drawing into the lusty pool that was the Bajoran officer. The swirling lust, the desires to find more drove them both to climb up the catwalk, to seek out the others on their team.

She didn't remember much except that after stunning that Andonis Chambers, she climbed on the man, grinning down at him, leaning forward, her hand on one breast massaging the tender flesh as it squirted a milky fluid onto his face, onto his lips and into his mouth. Any semblance of restraint went out the window as she felt the man's hands grip her waist, pulling her closer, lifting her skirt, placing her hips over his.

A quick deft movement of her fingers on the fly of his trousers and the man was free, his turgid member released, only to be enveloped by the aroused Bajoran. A moan escaped her lips as she took Chambers, made him her lover, took his passion and gave her own in return. Their lips mashed together, and the pair were soon lost to lust as clothes rapidly came off, the sounds of two naked lovers going at it with fervent abandon.
Title: Re: Day 05 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Tae on March 20, 2022, 09:56:36 PM
Lt Arven Leux | Breshanti Colony | Suspect Brewery | @Auctor Lucan


Arven was losing his mind, and as all hell broke loose in the brewery. Ale and masonry went everywhere as the building collapsed and the power fritzed and then died. The power going out, and the alien machinery in the control room getting buried among the collapsing building made a single thought go through Arven's addled mind.

Arven slapped his combadge hard enough to leave a bruise on his chest. The Trill shouted into the combadge in a loud, nearly fearful voice.

"Doctor Leux to Shuttlecraft, Emergency automated retrieval, Quarantine Protocol! All Starfleet signatures! Execute!"

The shouted command seemed unheeded, and Arven felt his pulse racing in his ears then. His heart was like a drum inside his chest as he waited a few interminable seconds before the transporter beam took him away from the rubble of the collapsed and collapsing brewery.

The rest of the away team wouldn't be too far behind him. And finding himself in the cockpit, Arven slapped the control panel to seal the cockpit door from the main body of the shuttle. Arven moved to the controls of the shuttlecraft, mind clouded and hands heavy with confusion. Finding the manual controls too cumbersome to manipulate now with the virus from the plants coursing through his system.

"Computer, initiate an emergency return to Theurgy, Maximum Warp. Send a Message to Councillor K'Tall all Frequencies. Sterilize Breshanti Colony from orbit. And destroy ships departing from it. All craft that have departed from Breshanti colony since loss of signal MUST be destroyed. Lockout all controls Medical override Alpha Lima Zero Seven Six Juliett Tango Three Seven Five!"

The final order given to that, the Trill had known what he'd ordered, and was something that his mind wouldn't be able to handle. The guilt of all of that unknown blood on his hand, calling for the sterilization of a colony world was utterly extreme, and it was an act that would break his mind. Arven's mind left him then as the shuttle began the automated take-off It was all Arven could do to stay awake as his mind slowly failed him, and he lost his sense of self and being. Whatever was about to happen to the Away team was not for the eyes of gods or men. Letting out a primal scream hearing the sounds from the crew cabin Arven's mind slowly faded to black.
Title: Re: Day 05 [1430 hrs.] Something in the Ale
Post by: Auctor Lucan on March 31, 2022, 11:10:39 AM

AFTERMATH


The lone shuttle designated Robinson reached the Qo'noS system in the early morning the next day, yet the message sent to the head of House K'Tal had not gone unheard.

The decisions revolving around the sterilisation of Breshanti Colony, as well as the interception and destruction of all outbound freighters, was not made immediately, and certainly not without further inquiry. Since the shuttle did not respond to subspace communications, the inquiry had not stayed contained to those briefed about the mission either. Since the nature of the threat wasn't established, both House K'Tal and Mission Ops aboard the Theurgy took action to investigate further. Two warp fighters of the Lone Wolf squadron were deployed to intercept the shuttle before it reached the Theurgy, and the report back shed some light on what may have occurred. Scans showed that the shuttle was under quarantine protocol and running on auto pilot. With those findings, and given the lack of replies to hails, further scans were required. The sensor suites of the warp fighters weren't updated with the data needed to detect viral contaminations, so Thea had to send a data package that held what the Lone Wolves needed to establish what had happened to the away team - all of which were accounted for aboard the shuttle even though they were not responding.

That was how the Niga contamination was detected, and the report back to the Theurgy - and the subsequent briefing from Captain Ives - was key to make the Klingons act on the instruction given in the message. Houses across the sector were given the order, coming directly from Chancellor Martok, to intercept all shipments from the colony and destroy them. Three of them had already reached their destinations, but luckily enough, suspicions about the freighters being set on auto-pilot had delayed the distribution of the ale aboard. Had the instructions to destroy the shipments come any later, outbreaks would have sprung at all three destinations, and the containment of the virus would have been difficult, if not impossible without drastic measures.

As for the Robinson, the Theurgy crew were mobilised to handle its automated docking in the morning. Through the night, medical and science analysed the sensor readings and conducted trial simulations on how to beam the away team into bio-containment and treat them. Since he had developed the original antidote against the Niga virus, Doctor Nicander was consulted - from his cell - on how the antidote was to be enhanced in order to combat mutated versions of the virus. This was something the Doctor had already been instructed to do in the wake of the mission to the Azurite Station, in which the Theurgy crew had found that the contagion hadn't been restricted to the planet Niga alone. With the scans made, and samples collected from that mission, the Doctor was able to assist Medical and Science to ensure that the away team had a chance of being cured upon arrival. If the findings from the Azurite Station mission had not been available, however, the away team would have been placed in stasis instead.

As it were, the simulations and preparations payed off, so when the Robinson finally docked, the procedure to treat them was carried out without any risk of a new outbreak aboard the Theurgy. Already, after the Niga incident, Thea's internal sensors were tuned to detect the virus, so even if the Lone Wolves hadn't allowed proper preparations, the chances for a new outbreak happening aboard were minimal to begin with. How the away-team had been infected was, at the time, unknown, since the decision had been made to not deploy more teams to investigate the situation at Breshanti Colony. The Klingons had acted as Klingons did, with force, and as the message from the Robinson had instructed, the entire colony had been destroyed from orbit.

Doctor Nicander, aboard the Theurgy, had already warned the Senior Staff of the Theurgy that the Doctor that had arrived aboard the Theurgy after the Battle of the Houses - and escaped the ship aboard an escape pod - carried the Niga virus. Even though his word wasn't trusted by all, he argued it would stand to reason that - since he had already learned that his doppelganger was working with the Scions - the destruction of both the planet Niga and Azurite Station may no longer be enough to prevent the Infested from using the virus to further their own ends. Breshanti Colony was, perhaps, the first incident among more to come, in which the Infested would try to spread the virus across the galaxy.

Since the virus contaminated newly formed memory engrams, and the antidote affected all cells with the contagion, the away team wouldn't remember what they did after they were infected. Even the early stages of airborne contamination would result in partial memory losses, which might have been a blessing for them. Once they woke up in sickbay, and came to terms with the lack of memories from the mission, the away team were commended for their efforts, even if their conduct would remain largely unknown. The continued threat of the Niga virus has been established, and the team had done all they could to prevent another outbreak.

There was a debate as to whether the loss of lives at Breshanti Colony could be avoided, yet with the mission details largely unknown, the away team was not considered accountable. The Klingons had made the judgement call to destroy it given the information available, and any loss of innocent lives were deemed collateral damage, and a tragedy that further cemented the growing hate the Klingons held towards the Infested.

As a result from the away mission to Breshanti, orders were given to immediately devote more time and resources towards antidote dispersal technology, and sensor protocols were further upgraded to detect the virus.

- FIN
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