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Director's Cut / Re: (2381) USS Theurgy: Got My Mind Set on You
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[CPO Avandar Lok | Counseling Offices | Deck 13 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Juzzie
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Lok took the coffee cup with a nod and thankful smile, being very self conscious to not show his sharp teeth, another way to seem less intimidating, despite the correct portion the cup still appeared somewhat small in his hand. He took a large sip, the familiar taste and heat was always comforting. Even during the worst events of his life, he always had coffee to keep him somewhat grounded…maybe that was something he could tell Rhys about.

Once the counselor himself was settled and had listened to Lok’s opening statements, he asked some questions of his own. Did Lok think he suffered any ill effects from cryo-stasis?

“Nothing physically, well nothing physically I can’t handle, just a bit of muscle atrophy but Doctor Leux was pretty confident I’d be fine - so other than some aches for the first couple days, nothing unusual.” He took a moment to think on his next words, letting his mind reconnect with Rhys’s. He was flattered and blushed a little inwardly at the man’s bit of mutual attraction and curiosity. Well at least he believed that it was mutual, Lok was the only person in the room after all. Kind of the tricky thing with being an empath rather than a telepath, he could sense the feelings but not exactly know their context.

“Well if I’m being honest Couns- uh -Rhys”, he said, continuing the conversation, “it has affected me, a bit more than I would like.” To steel himself for essentially laying his feeling bare for Rhys, he took another large sip of life-giving coffee. After setting the cup down on a nearby table, he continued, “I guess, the main thing is you know, I’ve lost six months of my life…that’s probably a little selfish to say but it’s how I feel. What is worse though is I lose six months and wake up to find that now I’m a traitor to my fleet and my country not to mention my mother and family have disowned me. And to top it off, we don’t know if we will ever be able to return to our old lives or if we will even survive. So yeah I’d say it’s affected me kind of a lot.”

He sighed and sat in silence for a moment, somewhat deflated in his chair. Despite feeling a little better at getting this off his chest, he still felt kind of silly, of course everyone on the ship probably felt this way. Lok wasn’t some kind of officer steeped in tremendous responsibility, he wasn’t better than anyone else, his job was to keep the planes in the air and that was what he was going to do, him being upset about it wasn’t important. Not to him at least.

It was something he should keep in mind that he did in fact volunteer to be here when he sided with the crew all the way back at Earth. Yeah that was smart.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 : The Meeting of Heroes (or Villains) [ Day 1 | 1500+]
Last post by Brutus -
[ Corridor outside C.O. Ready Room | D. 1 | V. 1 | 1900hrs ] Attn:  @Stegro88   @GroundPetrel   @P.C. Haring   @Nolan    @Juzzie    @Eirual @Ellen Fitz

The Romulans had come into formation only a few minutes prior, arriving late by the Klingon’s standards and just on time by the Romulans, leaving the Theurgy crew with the first of many potential diplomatic obstacles.

[ Crewman 1st Class Kass Lourdes ]

“Please don’t fuck this up,” Kass groaned to the security officer standing close by. “Romulans aren’t known for their sense of humor.”

Petty Officer First Class Peter Hildebrandt chuckled, “Neither are diplomats.”

They both turned at the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, sharing mirrored expressions of mild disappointment and intrigue when they spotted Ensign Bailee Gutierrez from the Intelligence Department hurrying towards them.

“Have they arrived yet?” She heaved a sigh of relief when both men shook their heads. “Is the commander inside?” She gave another sigh when they nodded. “I’ve got a report for her.” Guiterrez didn’t wait for a response before she pressed the button and waited for the command to enter. “Commander Stark, we have more reports on the Mo’Kai rebels gathering forces in this region, and our contacts on Qo’nos have stated that there have been some violent altercations in the past few hours. Colonel Hauq, our main liaison with the Klingon intelligence group, believes several covert cell groups are readying for a full-scale attack.”

Looking up as another woman in a red tunic entered the door, noting the rank, Natalie Stark sat up a little straighter and was about to speak when the Ensign rolled into her report. Whatever the martian might have been about to say died on her lips as a frown flashed across her face. Just what I did not need, not now, she thought to herself and resisted the urge to run her hand over her face. Instead she took a deep breath and let it out, reminding herself that she could focus on one thing at a time, honest. It could happen. She’d done it before. Tackle this just like any other problem. Treat the symptoms of the system failure and then go after the source. Reroute then engineer.

”If the Colonel has actionable intel on specific locations, we can afford to send a few of our fighters out to deal with the issues. They’re already on wider screen patrols to sniff out potentially cloaked interlopers. I know we need as many people on hand as we can here, given that we are hosting both our ‘guests,’” such a polite way to describe two groups that would often as not rather kill each other than look at each other, despite their history of collusion in the past. ”But ask security to see if they can round up a strike team just in case we need to send back up. And have medical ready to lend aid as well.”

Given their need to stay where they were for the moment, Natalie could only do so much. Ordering the Helmet into an engagement right now was out of the question.

[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen ]

For the first time, Enyd cursed that her only real interactions with Romulans had been with Romulans, who’d bucked the norm and decided to strike it out on their own. Even before she’d joined Starfleet, Enyd had taken great pains to study up on the Romulans, ever fascinated with those distantly related to her. Granted, her Vulcan ancestry was much “closer” than her Romulan ties, but that hadn’t stopped her ferocious desire to understand these people.

But none of those studies and, certainly, none of her interactions with Valyn, Hirek, or any of the other Romulans onboard Theurgy had prepared her for Empress Donatra and her attache. While not quite Vulcan aloof as they’d stepped off the transporter and fell into step behind her, Enyd leading them toward Stark’s ready room, they certainly hadn’t been anything more than alert. Enyd had known better than to force familiarity with them, instead relying on civility and efficiency to guide her words and actions. But even then, it was quite obvious from the way Donatra looked at any passing crewmember, her attache members as well, that she loathed standing on this ship, despised having to make this alliance, and could not wait to return to her own people.

Stopping just shy of the C.O. ready room, Enyd’s hand dropped back to her side when the door swished open, and an Intelligence aide stepped out. The woman’s amber-colored eyes went wide with shock, and she froze.

“Ensign, we’ve come to see Commander Stark.” Enyd tried to coax the woman into action with her words, but when the ensign continued to stare at the Romulans as if she were prey in the sight of predators, Enyd reached out and lightly pushed at the ensign’s shoulder. “That’ll be all.”

The ensign squeaked some sort of answer before scurrying along the corridor's edge, quickly disappearing from view. The passageway clear, Enyd gestured for the Empress and her attaché to precede her into the room where Commander Stark had already waited. Coming in on their heels, Enyd got a faceful of Romulan uniform, glancing up at the towering woman serving at the Empress’s guard with an apologetic smile. She hadn’t realized they’d stopped just inside the room or that they had no notion to go ahead and sit down.

“Commander Stark, Empress Donatra and her attache wish to speak with you regarding the details of their presence here.” Enyd finally skirted to the front of the group of six Romulans. “Please,” she nodded to Donatra, “have a seat, Empress Donatra.”

Enyd waited until the Empress did just that, moving with a confident sense of regality before she dared to take her own. Most of the Romulans would remain standing, but the three heads would be able to sit for the meeting at least.

“I cannot wait for speeches,” Empress Donatra sneered at Stark when it looked like the woman was ready to say something. “We will abide by no Klingon on our ships, and only those Theurgy crewmembers cleared by our security and, with express permission from their superiors, may come onboard our vessels for specific missions. We will not take orders from a Klingon, nor will we take orders from you.” She curled her upper lip. “Any intel that is provided, we will choose to respond to as we see fit for our people.”

Commander Stark would have liked a moment to breathe after having dismissed Ens. Gutierrez with new orders to counter - in as limited a capacity as they were able - the machinations of the dissident members of House Mo’Kai, said commander was not afforded that opportunity. The Ensign hadn’t even fully made it out of her Ready Room when the delegation arrived, and Natalie was forced into action, standing swiftly, but she prayed, not in a fashion that looked to terribly rushed, before she offered her own brief welcoming statement and echoed Lt. Madesn’s entreaty to sit. She too waited until the Empress sat, before resuming to take her own chair, and glancing about at the escort accompanying the Romulan head-of-state before turning her focus to the woman in question.

What she got had her raising an eyebrow in an almost Vulcan fashion and fighting off the urge to chuckle. She was fairly certain that would not go over well. She’d spent more than a bit of time individually with various Romulan members of the crew after the one joint meeting had gone poorly, to try and get a better understanding of the situation with the Empress and any insight they could offer. Additionally, she re-read the mission logs of the Enterprise and their encounter with then Commander Donatra during the Battle of the Bassen Rift. Plus her own studies at the academy, taking every class offered on Romulans, given her then roommate.

All in all the woman did not disappoint.

”Then with your leave, Empress, I’ll skip the welcome speech and dive right into the heart of the matter, much to my speech writer's dismay.” There was no speech writer, but some poor sod from Madsen’s department was going to have a fit over this. ”I have no intention of giving you or any of your ships orders. I remember how things worked during the Dominion war. That is what I am seeking from you here and now. That level of cooperation. It is what I expect of you. It is what I expect of the Klingons. And it is what I expect of my crew. We have a common enemy. We deal with it, together. That is in our best interests. A massive war on the scale of The Dominion War, or greater, is not to the benefit of any of our peoples.”

Natalie held her gaze for a moment, all the while praying that the other woman would not realize just how damned terrifying her mere presence was. It was everything she could do not to visibly gulp under the stern glare of the Empress. Some might claim the woman was an upstart but from where Natalie sat, she held the reigns of power quite convincingly. Remember, this is the one that is on your side. Finally, she allowed herself the smallest of smiles.

”As for your stipulations regarding the Klingons, it may amuse you to know that they had the exact same stipulations regarding their ships, my personnel’s ability to board them, and a distinct lack of desire to allow any of your people aboard their vessels.” That was perhaps a bit of a jab at the other woman, flaunting the similarities between her demands and the Klingons but it got the point across. ”Thankfully for all parties involved, the Theurgy stands ready to serve as a neutral party between your two peoples. With all due security checks and authorizations and pre-screenings prior to boarding, for whatever reason, either of your parties may need to be here, and of course, to facilitate any meetings between your respective groups. I will expect that your people continue to behave themselves with the same restraint and decorum that they are currently exercising here and now.” That was delivered with a level gaze to every Romulan in the room that was not the Empress, ”And I have already communicated similar expectations to Chancellor Martok’s party.

“In exchange for such cooperation, I will offer full access to all our current knowledge about the infected threat, their behaviors as we have currently observed, what machinations we have discerned, and the countermeasures we have currently developed. We will, as stated previously, facilitate any...coordination of joint efforts against our common foe. My ship will serve as the bridge between all involved parties. No one has to talk to anyone they do not wish to. And I’ll even do my best to keep the speech making to the bare minimum required to satisfy the diplomats we’ve all brought to the table.”

Donatra sat mute for a moment after Stark finished. It was difficult to determine her exact emotions, or at least any emotions, aside from resigned animosity and general disgruntlement.

“We will comply within the parameters of the agreement so long as it benefits the Romulan Star Empire. You may not look to us for aid in recovering your reputation or place among your own people, and neither may you look to Romulan space as a safe haven for respite. So long as my people remain divided in loyalties, it is not a place for an outsider to intrude upon unless they wish to seek their end.”

”That is all I ask. This alliance is one of necessity. I have no illusions to the contrary. But aiding each other is in our best interest. Stamping out this threat to the wider galaxy is a task we must bend our wills to.” She thought of missions currently underway within Romulan territory and decided she would skirt the whole topic of outsider intrudance into their territory and political instability. ”And with all due respect to your rank and position, Empress, I doubt very much that even if you put in a kind word for us when the dust settles, that it would help over much. Nor do I wager that the backing of the Klingon Chancellor himself will change public opinion. I harbor no illusions of a hero's welcome when this is all done. I’m not fighting to salvage my reputation or secure my freedom.

“I’m here, now, fighting because it is the right thing to do. Because there is too much at stake not to. Even when we succeed against this invasive threat to our galaxy, I very much doubt my ending will be a happy one. But sometimes that’s the sacrifice that honor demands be made.”

It was not an easy thing to admit that dark-held belief that even if they won, Natalie had no future in Starfleet. She’d be lucky to be allowed to walk away when it was all over, or so she imagined. Too much blood had been spilt already. But perhaps acknowledging that would buy her some credit with the Romulans, a people who understood doing what was honorable even at the cost of their own life.

Sensing the end of the meeting and a desire for further private discussion between leaders, Enyd gave the Empress a formal nod and acknowledgment. Then she turned to give a mirrored one to Stark as she stood. “I’ll escort the attaches into the adjoining room.”

The attaches left the room only after another firm glare from the Empress confirmed this was indeed what she wanted. The Romulan leader waited until the door swished shut before she spoke again.

“My…” Empress Donatra tilted her head to stare at the woman who’d been her shadow all the while, “aide, Jaeih T’haelaa,” a smirk touched the edges of her lips at the word, “has something for your Intelligence department.” Donatra nodded to her “aide” before returning her hardened gaze to the commander.

The statuesque Romulan woman who, up to this moment, had been Donatra’s powerfully built shadow, shifted out from behind the Empress just long enough to hold out an isolinear chip toward Commander Stark.

“Your people will want to investigate this.” Her voice was like blades on silk. “The suspects outlined on the chip are all currently onboard Theurgy, helping to prepare for the dinner with the Klingons.” She inclined her head toward Donatra before adding. “We thought it would make this job easier.” She dropped the chip in Stark’s hand and stepped back behind Empress Donatra, resuming her silent but deadly persona.

The Starfleet commander reached out and took the chip from the statuesque woman with a slow nod, turning it over in her fingers after the other Romulan let it go. She wasn’t about to drop this into a file reader right then and there - not even Natalie was that naive, though by the same token she did not expect the claimant to the throne of Romulus to be so gouache as to hand over a virus out in the open. These people had tact, after their own fashion. She was unsure who would be more upset by the information on that chip - her intelligence department, or the Klingons’. Placing a private bet with herself, she nodded again to each woman in turn. ”I thank you both for your time. I will see to it that this acted upon swiftly. And I will arrange the aforementioned data packet with Intelligence to be delivered at your convenience. Madame Empress.”

Donatra fixed Natalie with one more piercing glare before standing. She didn’t bother with a respectful nod of acknowledgment before sweeping from the room, nor did her aide. There was nary a pause in her trajectory as she blew through the adjoining room, the rest of her entourage falling into step without a word as she blitzed by. From their general demeanor, it seemed they were all of the same accord: the more distance between themselves and the Theurgy crew, the better.

OOC: This post opens up the availability of a number of more story prompts noted here (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Story_Prompts) that may be pursued with writing partners following the Ch # S  [ Day #  | Time  ] Title (story prompt title) for these supplemental threads.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 19 [2010 hrs] The Stormy Shoals of Andoria
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Lieutenant ThanIda zh'Wann (Ida or Lt. zh'Wann) & Lieutenant (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Zark or Lt. zh’Ptrell) | XamotZark zh’Ptrell's Quarters | Deck 8 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy]

Ida had woken suddenly.  It had taken her a few moments to realize she wasn't in her usual sleeping position, and if anything, it seemed far more comfortable than she was used to.  Her eyes looked around and saw the differences in the quarters she was in, and she looked for a chrono of any sort.  A simple digital display was on the side table. 0420.  She'd slept quite a bit.  A pair of soft potrusions pushed into her back and they were accompanied by a warm weight that was trying to mesh with the rest of her body.  A quiet gasp escaped her lips as a hand draped over her chest moved and brushed her nipples.  As she'd demonstrated the night before, she wasn't a prude or afraid of being seen naked, but this was an unusual situation as a flood of memories and mostly remembered sensations returned to her.  She tried to move away from the hand, but the soft arms were strong and they club tighter as she heard a moan of a wakefulness starting to penetrate the haze of sleep behind her.

The Deputy really could have tried to get away, but after doing so much to relieve each other's tension, it seemed rude to be so forceful. So, she tried to squirm her way out.  Something pressed into her hair suddenly and a warm whisper into her hear caused the Zhen to involuntarily shiver, and it wasn't in fear at all. "Uh uh, leaving before the host is ready to see you off is rude Lieutenant Sir."  Zark whispered breathily. "And besides, I can smell it, you're not ready to go yet."  Ida froze at this and for a brief moment, she considered telling the other Zhen that she didn't know what she was talking about, then the hand on her chest began gently squeezing and brushing her chest once more and a quiet gasp of delight escaped her. Another questing hand managed to snake under her hip and between her legs to which she tried to close, but she didn't try too hard, and delicate fingers began to tease her nethers once more and Ida this time let out a louder moan of pleasure as Zark worked her sensual magic once more.

~~~~~

The chrono now read 0515 and the two Zhen's sat beside each other on the couch.  The only things they were wearing was a steaming cup of Ketheka in their hands.  Both sets of white hair were definitely a mess, yet there was a happy ease with the nakedness of each other.  Zark sipped daintily at her drink while Ida held her mug and stared at the wall for a moment.  The medic let the Deputy have her quiet time.  There was a lot of process having gone from professional separation to antagonism to passion.  She felt she could see the process being worked out in Ida's head.  What were they after all? As if reading Zark's thoughts, Ida decided to voice them. "So where does this leave us? You know the problem now Zark?"  The question's recipient hid her sigh behind a sip, then nodded. "Would I be as willing to risk your life for the mission as readily since you're definitely more than a subordinate?" 

Zark shrugged. "Maybe.  On the other hand, I don't see you changing  how you operate just on my account.  At the end of the day, I'm just as expendable as everyone else if the situation calls for it."  Ida stared at the medic since she'd voiced the one aspect of their profession that wasn't readily admitted to.  On the other hand, Zark had given tacit agreement to Ida doing whatever was necessary to get the job done, and she agreed that Zark shouldn't be shown any special favour.

That bond was there though, and Ida still felt a little odd about it.  It was a new situation, and a new normal for her.  It showed as she turned her head towards the wall once more, deep in thought as her mind worked out the what ifs of how they were going to work together from now on.  Zark took it all in stride as she sipped her drink, then picked up a piece of flat bread and munched on it.  "Here's some unsolicited advice.  I wouldn't worry about it too much.  If anything, now we can trust each other more and we'll be seeing more of each other."  Ida looked at Zark suspiciously, seeing what hidden meanings the naked medic was implying. "Now we can actually get into fights, and next time I won't go easy on you."  Ida wasn't sure someone should be making light of such a conundrum, but she snorted her amusement as she took another sip. At least it helped break the tension of her own thoughts. "Riiiiight.  Easy on me.  Sure. Well, you're welcome to try."  Zark smiled back happily at the challenge and she raised her mug in the middle between them. "Oh, you can count on it boss."  To that, Ida nodded, grinned and a pair of mugs clanked in the morning.

~FIN~
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 5 S [ D02 | 0600 hrs.] Old Friends Die Hard
Last post by Pierce -
[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Avra Trel | Romulus ] Attn: @rae @Ellen Fitz [Show/Hide]

Alana wasn't sure what they'd likely encounter on this mission. The Andorian, Nysari looked particularly uncomfortable with her prosthesis, whereas she herself seemed to not be bothered too much by the notion of pointed ears despite the sensation of it constantly hitting her hair. She went a step farther in having her blood given a synthetic green tint to help blend in should the need arise to 'show' would be captors she wasn't human when harmed.

Hirek was probably the best suited for this mission being native but she had worries that things were not as they appeared on the surface here. Some things made her feel...uneasy. And that was a feeling that never let her down.

Curious of the surroundings which oddly enough were more beautiful than the holos she was shown by Hirek of the homeworld or the ones from her past. The air was calm as her hair moved with the movements along the streets. She smirked at Hirek's comment about not speaking, albeit hers was more native sounding than some others from Starfleet due to extensive dialect training in intelligence, she was still no Romulan. "Makes sense." She smirked with a practiced Romulan scowl.

Holding the hook, the red haired woman inspected it slightly as Hirek passed it to her. It was interesting and reminded her about fishing on Earth. The little trinket gave caused a smile as Hirek mentioned the cove ominous nature and fishing in the same sentence. Nodding slightly, she looked ahead seeing many townsfolk around the market. The sheer feeling of sadness at the fact the townsfolk didn't even realize they were fighting an unseen war.

"How far until we reach our destination? I can see the town getting less trafficked the further we head in this particular direction, so I can only assume we're edging closer to where we need to be."

OOC - Replied to keep the thread moving since we're a month after the previous post.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day1|1900hrs] Show us what you got!
Last post by Pierce -
[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance | FAB | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | The Ranger] Attn: @Dumedion  @Krajin [Show/Hide]

The blonde fighter smiled as she heard the eagerness to get started already. Chomping at the bit for some action since she'd recently had to deal with many friends going missing or suddenly dying, she needed something to get her mind in action mode instead of worry and sadness. Thankfully, the Valkyrie was ready to play. And modded to be like her own, she knew it was a matter of time before she got this thing doing barrel-rolls again.

"Let's rock!" She fist pumped the air and ran to her own Valkyrie, throwing on the cockpit, and the engines. Placing her hands on the controls, she activated the thrusters and jetted out of the fighter bay in response to a test run.

Getting outside the bay, she waited for the others to get out there. Being a holo, she was able to bypass some of the usual security runs and set caution to the winds. Not that far different than a typical operation. "There's a rock cluster ahead, let's get basic navigation down and traversing the asteroid field with the fighters before we activate anything else more."

Not that she didn't want to get into the thick of the action and throw a curveball to her comrades, but she wanted to get them familiar with it first. Cracking her knuckles, she placed her palm and fingers back on the controls again before finally parking nearby to fly in a flanking maneuver with her team. Something she hoped she could retain during this mission and the future was her friends. Shaking the thought off, she waited for Shadow and Atlas to arrive.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1435 hrs] When Trolls Dance, Vulcans Growl
Last post by EnigmaTales -
((OOC: Sorry for the delay, apparently I forgot to hit "post" >.> ))

[ Lt. JG V'lana | Sickbay Lobby  | D. 21 | V. 2 ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

Even after Cross' encouraging words regarding counselling, V'lana felt reluctant to actually make that step - but less so than before, so that was progress. Waiting until everyone had returned in one piece was sound advise as well, but nudged an entirely different fear V'lana harboured. What if she connected to people, made new friends, maybe fell in love again (okay, let's not go that far just yet), and then something happened?
Of course, something happening was always a danger, but in the Theurgy's case and situation, something happening was more likely to.. happen.

"Enjoy the rest of your shift, and pop by if you experience another unbearable headache.", V'lana nodded, watching Cross leave sickbay.

"You can come out of hiding now.", V'lana sighed at the nurse who had initially greeted Cross in the lobby, and who still seemed a little weary around him - hence her making herself look exceedingly busy as far away from him as possible.

"That was a lot of cursing."

V'lana shrugged. "They're just words, and not even directed and you, or me, or anyone in specific. I didn't mind. It was refreshing."

Her colleague gave her an odd look, and returned to her place in the lobby. V'lana in the meanwhile made her way to one of the offices, deciding to take some extra time for proper documentation of Cross' case,  and an extra request for a consult with one of the doctors to find a more permanent and complete cure for the poor man.

FIN
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 4: Eating Savi Crow? [Day 1 |1815 hours]
Last post by Eirual -
[Ens Mia Dunne | Corridor outside the tiny simulation room | Erudite]
Attn: @brutus @griff
Mia nodded to the other officer, Conway, as they disappeared down the corridor. Barpin! That was the name! She thought to herself as she also vowed to remember it for next time, if there was one.

Alistair was at least hopeful she would get some information, even though he seemed as confused as she did about where to find the Savi. “You would think it would not be a big deal,” Mia agreed, “but an engine is only tech. I am looking at more..umm.. how do I say it, societal information?” She paused and frowned slightly, “They seem less forthcoming about that sort of information.”

She paused again while he contacted someone named Danvers to meet them at the access door to the shuttlebay. She guessed this was how he was told to traverse to meet with the Savi liaison. As to the query on what she had learned so far, “Well, from what I have been able to gather so far, they are a homeless species. Highly intelligent and had been keenly interested in scientific pursuits until something called the Scion initiative. That was where things took a rather dark turn. But I still need to learn about how their society designed spaces on their ships, and the purpose of some of those spaces. If we want to ‘sneak’ onto their site that would be very important to know. “

OOC: Sorry for the delay in response. It's been rather crazy here and finding time to write has been in short supply for the past month.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [0823 hrs] Starships Aplenty
Last post by Pierce -
Ensign Lauren Pierce | Holodeck 03 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @tongieboi [Show/Hide]

She smiled knowing that their attention would soon be gathered to observe various starships. Pointing and tapping her index finger to her lips, she pondered what she wanted to peruse. She knew Alana preferred the Constitution Refit class starships, which she had to admit were beautiful as well.

Tapping the controls on the holodeck, she inputted what starship she wanted to see. The Enterprise-A. Constitution Refit, sleek lines and beautiful design.

"Got one! And yes, the holodeck can do just that. The official museums each have their specific starships to explore. The one I've chosen is the one with the most legendary starships of their class commanded by legendary leaders. My....great...great...grandmother? Long story, but she loves these vessels. Her original ship was even in another museum. Just not this one."

The doors opened and within the familiar sounds of the old training Constitution ships could be heard with some obvious omissions. It was not as roomy, nor colorful as the ships of the 2360's or the Excelsior class, but it had a style all it's own. Lauren walked up and saw the uniforms of that era which were of different collar colors and a red militaristic design that was beautiful all it's own.

"We could put these on if we wanted to be authentic." She giggled. "She wore this design too."

"This is the Enterprise, NCC-1701-A. Kirk's' ship. We can always check this one out or can go to the Bozeman."
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [2000 hrs.] Sharing a Broken Heart
Last post by Pierce -
[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance & Ensign Lauren Pierce | NCO Quarters | Deck 22 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Griffinsummoner [Show/Hide]

Tessa and Lauren decided now was time to enter the foray completely as the two of them took Scruffy into their embrace. One below, one above taking all of his attention before they spent the next several hours in various states of sensual motion. Sweat glistening off the trio as they spent an unforgettable evening together before going their separate ways having explored their carnal sides.

Lauren smiled as she saw Scruffy and Tessa still holding one another as she gathered her clothes and headed back to her quarters to take a much needed shower and a nap.

-FIN
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 05 [2350 hrs] A most Unexpected Encounter
Last post by Nesota Kynnovan -
[Lieutenant JG Amanda Ashby | Public Baths | Deck 06 | USS Theurgy]
Attn: @Pierce

It was rather obvious that the Lieutenant Commander on the other side of the hot tub was staring at her breasts and Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle; it was only fair after she had stared at the ample breasts of the red-haired Chief Intelligence Officer as well. When her blue eyes came to rest upon the other woman’s breasts once again, the smile briefly weakened out of sheer surprise as Amanda saw how they slowly perked up. While Alana was still wearing a light blue bikini that was struggling to contain the woman’s huge globes, the hot tub had completely soaked it and that made it obvious to see that the woman’s nipples were gradually getting hard.

At least someone enjoys the view.

The smile immediately returned to Amanda’s face as the thought crossed her mind, partly out of a somewhat misplaced and perverted pride but for a bigger part because this meant that Lieutenant Commander Pierce wasn’t likely to report her to Lieutenant Commander Hathev. Regardless of her relief, Amanda felt that pleasant feeling of her own breasts firming up once more in response to Alana; contrary to the other woman however, Amanda’s breasts were bare though and she would’ve been able to see how her already perky breasts were firming up even more.

When the Chief Intelligence Officer suddenly began to rub her back and asked for a massage, Amanda was definitely taken aback for a brief moment. In all honesty she had expected to talk to Lieutenant Commander Pierce long enough to get herself and Tessa off the hook for their little adventure and then bail as well, but it seemed the redhead was set on gaining something from this encounter as well. For a brief moment it left the blonde-haired Martian at an impasse; would she get out while she was still ahead or would she accept to give the other woman a massage and see where that would take them. Already aroused and previously brought to the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm by Tessa May Lance, the second option definitely felt more intriguing to Amanda and she was already making her way over to Lieutenant Commander Pierce’s side of the hot tub before she’d even realized it herself.

”Of course I wouldn’t!” As she spoke, Amanda’s Martian-accented voice held a tone of genuine empathy. She would often run laps in the corridors herself and sometimes visited the gym as well, if not as much as she actually should, but her own breasts would play absolute havoc on her back as well so she could definitely understand Lieutenant Commander Pierce’s pain. ”Trust me, I know the pain.” A smile began to adorn Amanda’s face as she took up a position to Alana’s right and she slowly reached out to massage the part of her back which the other woman had been rubbing earlier.

”You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your body though.” As she spoke, Amanda gently poured some water onto the redhead’s back with her hands before making contact with the soft skin and slowly beginning to rub the sore muscle underneath with her thumbs. ”You look good, many women would kill for such a figure. Plus,” A soft chuckle escaped Amanda’s lips as she slowly began to apply more pressure onto her thumbs to work out any knots in the sore muscle of Alana’s back. ”Compared to me, you’re terribly overdressed for tonight’s occasion because you’re wearing too much clothing instead of too little.”

While Amanda applied more pressure to Alana’s back she decreased the distance between the two of them without even noticing it herself; she simply shifted into a position that made it easier for her to massage the other woman’s back. In doing so however, her breasts bumped into the soft skin of the Chief Intelligence Officer’s back. It initially startled the blonde-haired Martian but, since it also felt rather nice, it didn’t prevent her from accidentally doing it twice more before she quickly backed away a little bit.  ”How’s your back feeling now, Alana?” As she spoke up, Amanda’s cheeks began to get a flushed shade of red out of what had just happened but her voice betrayed little of that slight hint of embarrassment.
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