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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1857 hrs] Expectations
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Arboretum Cafe | D. 20 | V. 3 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] Attn: @joshs1000

“I’d have to agree with you regarding the Klingons. Even before our more recent missions, I’d worked with them more than a few times over the years and appreciated how straightforward their tech was and how well-trained even the most supposedly ‘insignificant’ crewman was with nearly all the tech on the ship. I doubt our Intelligence department could pick up the slack in the Engineering department if a crisis happened, at least not to the same efficiency as what I saw displayed among the Klingons.”

Cross noticed the smile as Lok strayed into his memories and could only smile in response. Lok was a far cry from Winters in many ways, but the smile made the Kzin seem more approachable. Finishing his pudding as Lok finished his tale, Cross gave a breathy chuckle at the mental image of Martok’s interaction with Lok.

“Not surprising coming from Martok, though I am surprised none of his female aides made snarling passes at you. For a Klingon, you hit basically all the marks of virility and would be seen as a desirous romantic partner.” Cross laughed again. “The closest I came to a naked Klingon was at an art museum on Qo’Nos, as surprising as that may sound. They were protesting something, and I and a few others of our crew ended up in the middle of a scuffle between the art museum staff and a dozen irate and nude older Klingon females.” He rolled his shoulders at the memory. “Wiry into their wisened ages, I can testify to that.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1700hrs] Cross on the Titan
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Lower Gymnasium | D. 14 | V. 2 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] ATTN: @Krajin

“Sparring sounds good.” While they geared up, Cross answered the Kzin’s questions. “I’m not telepathic, or at least when I was a hybrid, I wasn’t. And I did do a mind meld with our Vulcan counselor recently, and that went fuck sideways.” He didn’t add any further details, namely that she was his lover now, no thanks to that fiasco. “The meld didn’t seem to help much, but the doc I saw earlier thinks that the headaches are probably connected to my newly activated Vulcan genes making themselves known. The sensory increase has been a nuisance and yeah, you’re probably right, I’ve probably just been gift-wrapped the ability to do touch telepathy and all that fuckery.”

Once geared up with gloves and shin guards, Cross reached further back in the conversation to comment on the Bajoran culture. “Yeah, the earrings are religious. My mentors gave me one along with a token of Vulcan culture. Though I’d never wanted to connect deeply with either culture because of my origins, they’d felt it important to provide the tokens just in case I changed my mind down the road.” Cross snorted, pounding his gloved fists together. “Now the earring is useless, genetically speaking.”

As they squarred off Cross waited until Winters’ weight was on his front leg. Once he noticed the weight shift, Cross conducted an outside foot sweep, sweeping his leg all the way through as he also used his cross jab to assist in upsetting Winters’ center of gravity. Considering the Kzin’s demonstrated reflexes, Cross didn’t expect the leg sweep to work and immediately adjusted his stance to accommodate a failed leg sweep for a quick darted cross jab, following up with another low kick towards the man’s torso before pacing back into a solid stance, curious when Winters would employ his tail, not if.
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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
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[ Lnc Cpl Hirk tr’Aimne | Target Camp | Gila DN6 | Imperium Frontier Space ] ATTN: @Hans Applegate

No sooner had they made it to the more flattened terrain when Hirek heard the energy field. He barely had time to register the sound before he felt his entire body go rigid, caught in some sort of force field. Still capable of moving his head around to look, he watched as Madsen literally tripped into her own force field, her body now suspended a few feet off the ground, the force field itself keeping her from making a face plant.

“Gee, didn’t see this coming.” He tossed the sarcastic comment at Knox. “I’m going to assume they can tell we’re armed and don’t like visitors with our types of accessories.”

Madsen grunted, “Probably a safe assumption. Sobel, have your monitors picked up any activity since we got caught in these fields?”

[ “Negative. Sit tight. They’ll likely figure out what they want to do in a few minutes. Snipers are still on standby.” ]

If it was possible to hear a dramatic eye roll, Hirek assumed he’d just heard one based on Madsen's exasperated sigh in response to their brave leader’s useless response.

“So what’s the plan, lt, when or if they come out to greet us?” Hirek didn’t like being stuck like this, and as liquidy as Knox could get, these were the types of force fields that could stop a droplet of rain from hitting the ground. They were all three well caught until the unseen decided to make a move.

“If they’re immediately hostile, try to survive, maybe steal a body, dead or alive, to take with us on the retreat so we can study them back at base.” Her first response surprised Hirek. He’d expected her to be all soft and friendly friend of all. But her words made sense, and he appreciated them. “If they’re standoffish but not hostile, keep your hands free of your weapons, palms open to their view as much as possible until we can establish a connection. And if they’re immediately friendly, much the same. We can presume they’re cautious and likely paranoid, but it's doubtful they’re the type to borrow sugar from either.”

In the distance, there was a hissing down, drawing Hirek’s attention away from Madsen. The area of dirt in the center of the circle Madsen had earlier pointed out now emitted steam as if a seal was breaking. Seconds later, a cleverly disguised hatch popped up, letting loose another volley of steam. When the slight breeze blew the last of the steam away, Hirek’s eyes widened in surprise at the three figures standing just outside the energy field protecting the hatch.

Well, that was most unexpected…
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: The (hopefully) Great Romulan Smash and Grab [Day 1 | 1800hrs ]
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[ Lt Kestra Pren| Mary Baldwin | Romulan Space Station | Romulan Space ]  @Ellen Fitz‍   @BipSpoon‍  @RyeTanker‍  @Hans Applegate‍  @Sqweloookle‍  @Stegro88‍ 


Strictly speaking, Kestra Pren did not need to be in the cockpit of the Mary Baldwin as it made it’s approach but curiosity won out and as she had not been explicitly asked to leave the bridge, she assumed her presence was, at the very least, tolerated.  She found a corner, out of the way and observed the crew as they interacted.  Knowing that he would be her fire team partner, she paid particular attention to Lau as she sought to get a sense of the man to whom she would entrust her life and whom entrusted his life to her.  She was not disappointed.

His ability to adapt and think on the fly impressed her most and as the Baldwin took damage from the Romulan attack and lost one of her nacelles entirely, he remained unfazed.  She could not say for certain if she would have in his position and when he ordered the collision course, her only reaction was to brace for the inevitable impact.

As the damage report came down and it became clear the Mary Baldwin would not exist too much longer, Kestra was grateful that she had packed light and even more so that she had found a spare tactical backpack in the armory when she had gone for her phaser rifle a few hours ago. It took only a few seconds to transfer what few personal affects she had brought with her from the duffel to the pack.  The rest of the empty space she gave to extra power cells for her weapons as well as a handful of photon grenades.

She waited for Dominic to finish his work and gearing up before tossing him the rifle she had pulled and readied for him.  The Trill fully expected that he would want to give it a once over himself.  Any self respecting shooter would.  But, she thought the gesture might be appreciated.

“On your six, when you’re ready, Chief.”
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
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[ Ens. Ryuan Sel | Public Baths | Vector 1 | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Brutus
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Oh, how she hated him sometimes. She was furious with him and he had the utter gall to compliment her and show her love. It was infuriating. True a lot of Bajoran men were like that too, but the men whom Sel had been with in the past, those cruel and vicious men, if she would snap and bark at them, they would more often show her the back of their hand. She'd been beaten and she was used to the feeling of it. In some ways, she was so used to it, that she yearned for the violence.

She knew it was messed up, she knew that she was messed up in the head. No one deserved abuse, especially from someone who claimed to love them. But with Sarresh it was far less comfortable. Far less easy to deal with.

Because he actually loved her and that was even worse.

Sel sunk deeper into the water until just the top of her head, from her eyes up, was still visible. She angrily blew bubbles for a moment, adorably childlike in her rage.

"Sarresh," she said at last pushing herself up and moving back over to him, resting her cumbersome body against him. "Sarresh," she repeated his name and punched him in the chest. Not hard, no, she didn't have the space to build up more than a gentle punch, or at least as gentle of a punch as Ryuan Sel, Mistress-At-Arms, could manage.

"I never wanted to be pregnant with anyone's baby before," she confessed softly. "I never wanted anyone to actually touch me... I just let them because if I fought back I'd just get worse." She turned and buried her face into his chest, tears welling in her eyes and beginning to trickle down her cheeks. "I didn't think anyone could love me or my child... But you do... you do..."
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
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[ PO1st Artimis Saugn | Public Baths | Deck 12 | Vector 1 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Krajin @tongieboi
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Artimis leaned back and sighed as she ran a hand down her body, over her breasts and stomach. "I have found sexual expression to be quite a release, though I can't say I've had the occasion to share the release with many others, let alone two fine gentlemen such and yourselves," she said after a moment's thought. "I assume, given you are both males and I am anatomically female, we would find an orifice for each of your..." She paused and actually seemed to blush a little, her cheeks darkening a shade or two. "Well, I have read a great many ways to engage in sexual activity, and it would be rude to turn it down, right?"

She looked from Dom to Joe and tilted her head, smiling at Joe. "Would you say no if I offered you my body to enjoy?" She turned to Dom and smiled. "Somehow I get the feeling you might be more than willing to explore my body... sexually speaking." She cupped her left hand over her right breast and caught her tiny pink nipple between her thumb and index finger, giving it a gentle tug to stiffen it. If one looked closely one could see the faint hue that matched her hair in the coloration around her nipple, and when she moved just right once could see the same coloration on her labia.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH. 3 S [Day 01 | 1315] Growing New Roots
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[ PO1st Artimis Saugn | Shuttle craft Faraday | IKS Kolath landing bay ] @P.C. Haring
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"I'm afraid I cannot be too specific, the exact nature of the prototaxites stellaviatori mycelial network is both highly debated and highly classified, which makes it hard to talk about it unless there is some common knowledge already. Really, that's thanks to the events of the last time there was experimentation with the network," Artimis replied and shrugged. "It's the kind of thing that if you know, then you know, and if you don't know then it's more than likely well above your clearance." She offered her pilot a kind smile and shrugged once more. "My mission, if I can get to the point where I can usefully fulfill it, is really the same as yours or anyone else's on the Theurgy..." She paused for effect and then beamed, "Beat the bad guys!"

"On a non-classified note, I am very much looking forward to meeting more of the crew of the Theurgy. Desperate times tend to bring out unique personality traits in a number of species and I have not really interacted with many humanoids outside of the lab and the Klingons that brought me here," She said trying to find a topic that would not get her into trouble for talking about.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH. 3 S [Day 01 | 1315] Seeding Unknown Soil
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[ PO1st Artimis Saugn | Arboretum| Deck 22 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] @Ellen Fitz
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"As a member of intelligence I never much understood conspiratorial thinking," Artimis observed. "I mean I understand how there may seem to be some grand conspiracy, especially given the current circumstances the Theurgy and her crew find themselves in, but given the actual possibility of one person uncovering even a tenth of what is really going on in the universe..." She trailed off and shrugged.

Looking around at all the plants she could not help but give a contented sigh. She was glad to not be directly on duty and thus not required to do or say anything special. These members of the crew were not high-ranking enough to make much of a difference to her mission and she was thus able to relax, if only for a moment.

She smiled and spun on her heel to examine a plant before looking back at the others. Her pupilless blue eyes seemed to have an almost inhuman glow to them, though it was only the result of the iridescent quality of them reflecting the ambient light. She was not human, even if she looked mostly so. "I mean, I would much rather be happy than right, I intend to fulfill my purpose and do what my masters have instructed me, but for the parts of my life not directed by them..." She bent down and smelled the sweet aroma of a blooming flower bud. "I'm more than happy to stop and smell the roses... thorns and all."
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1700hrs] Cross on the Titan
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[ Dominic Winters | Lower Gymnasium | Vector 2 | Deck 14 | The Ranger ATTN: @Ellen Fitz

“I am very unfamiliar with Bajoran anatomy. Outside of the earrings they wear which I think is.. Religious?” He seemed to be unsure of that. “Are you telepathic? Or developed the Vulcan ability of Touch-Telepathy?” Dominic asked curiously as he adjusted from the original, impending threat of a strike to the groin as a means of escaping the headlock. Something Dominic was rather thankful that this was not executed, hits to the groin were taken rather personally and Dom had been known in the past to get particularly rough with people.

Stepping back a moment to give them some space he listened to Cross’ explanation. Seemed the two shared some sort of origins in a distant kind of manner. Both were engineered to be soldiers, warriors though it seemed through distinctly different methods. The hybrid took a little bit to passively read Cross’ surface emotions as he described the whole thing. “I’d joke that would sound very Vulcan in nature with how you describe tactical but! Vulcans as far as I know tend to be more about if it works, it works and don’t change it if it is adequate.” He shrugged.

“In some ways it does kind of overlap as a Pilot in that regard, though it's covering ourselves or our squadrons if we’re leads.” Trying to think a bit, Dominic adopted a more comfortable posture, his ears twitching as he looked to Cross. “Have you tried a Mind Meld? Or anything of the sort? Headaches could be burgeoning Telepathy that could use a little outlet or exploration.” He offered the Vulcan. “As far as I know, all Vulcans are telepathic in that way and I learned from my teacher in Suus Mahna, that some Vulcans can learn different techniques in Telepathy.”

He began to pace slightly as the Kzint was still quite wired and keen to engage in some physical activity. “Shall we spar? Or get into some other movements?” He enquired. “I am rather keen to see what you can do.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 05 [2350 hrs] A most Unexpected Encounter
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[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Public Baths | Deck 06 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nesota Kynnovan [Show/Hide]

The edge of the hot tub was surprisingly warm despite the water splashing and the cooler air. Her face leaning into her arms as the hair on them started to chill somewhat, showing the bumps as it contracted. Her chest thankfully was still submerged or Amanda was likely to see the thoughts rolling through her head along with the impact of the cold on them. Somewhat thankful that there even had been someone to talk to at this point of the night. She felt alone since moving to this century. Sure she'd hung out with her great granddaughter, Reggie and Hirek, but she still wasn't fully ingrained in the ship's culture as of yet. Too much work, death and replacements of crew. Hell, she'd only been here for a few weeks too.

Shaking the thoughts as she felt the delicate hands of Amanda rearranging her muscles in her back, she groaned in delight. Eyes rolling in relaxation as she loosened up more and felt the calm hit her, which only amplified her other urges and arousal. Something she'd mildly experimented on after coming to terms with her current form but not spent too much time on due to not having a possible partner in that area. That and with her transformation, not knowing how her hormones or mental state would swing her yet. But her mind was still male, despite the physical changes and feelings.

Alana enjoyed the Martian accent as Amanda eased her back. She chuckled at the mention of back pain. Her mind wandered as she heard the response from the blonde about not being embarrassed for her body. The lubrication from the water on her back helped the hands glide and caused some other slight lubrication to begin as well in a most southern of regions. She felt the softness from Amanda's breasts rubbing on her back, poking her with the tips as she pushed into her more.

Heat was hitting Alana's face and she attempted to control her breathing more despite knowing what she should or shouldn't do. The compliment about her body looking good and that many would kill to have her figure only helped accelerate the feelings. She felt the thumbs pressing into her back more as she felt Amanda lean in and whisper about her being terribly overdressed. Feeling the blonde move closer after the statement, she smirked to herself. She noted the gliding of the skin to skin contact and welcomed it as Amanda backed up some.

Pierce turned around slowly as she pulled her head off her arms and flipped her hair over her back again as she stretched, only accentuating her large bust before Amanda further before clasping her hands together for a arm stretch, and pushing of her cleavage. "My back feels great! Thank you so much for that. You're a natural." She could see Amanda's cheeks looking flushed and slightly red. The other officer was clearly as heated up as herself. Decidedly she pushed the matter further.

"You know, you're right. I should probably make it up to you..." She smirked as she reached her hand around and pulled the string to her bikini, releasing her breasts from their tightly clad fabric prisons with string abound. The weight falling slightly further with a jiggle as they still stood pronounced and perky. Her areolas were enlarged as her face stood slightly red and heated as she felt somewhat shy for what she'd just done, but felt empowered by the compliments from Amanda.

She rubbed them together and released them as she scratched below the bulbous flesh. Pierce shimmied out of her bottoms as well setting the two-piece garments on the edge of the tub before walking forward. "So Amanda, what do you think? Is this a reward enough for interrupting your time earlier, and for the back rub, which was nice by the way." She twirled around showing her soft form before looking back at her face once more.

Alana closed the distance and looked at Amanda before she placed her palm on the other woman's breast with a squeeze.
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