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Day 10 [0300hrs] The Caves of P'Jem

[PO2 Kino Jeen | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @UltimaImperatrixia
Some souls found comfort in civilization – others less so. For Kino, it seemed like an eternity since she had experienced the solitude of nature, the primal simplicity of it; hunt, kill, feed, live. There were no rules, no laws, no masks to hide behind. She missed that freedom; that fire in her youth, however misplaced, that stood up in the face of all the bullshit people built and screamed fuck your system. Sure, she was older and wiser now – but old habits died hard.
But she couldn’t bring herself to set foot on Qo'noS though. After what the Klingons did, the lives taken…she wasn’t ready to forgive, and she'd never forget. It was a difficult feeling to resolve, one she’d been reluctant to share during her therapy sessions; the truth of the matter was that societies had short memories. Peace was just a pause between war, and war never changed.

She’d woken earlier than normal, gone through her normal routine: shower, change, chow; but instead of hitting the gym for the first couple hours of the day, she switched it up and decided to hit the holodeck instead. Nothing extravagant or exhausting - she was expected in the armory for duty - but some time away from the ship and its memories was needed.

So it was that Kino found herself standing before the console of the holodeck, browsing places to explore. Dressed in her gym clothes: a sleeveless cotton tee, the graphic on the back faded to time, sports bra, grey camo leggings and running shoes. she was searching by planets, the biosynthetic digits of her right hand tapping rapidly as her eyes scanned the screen. Two centuries of memories. You'd figure it’d be easier to find someplace you know, she sighed with frustration. Tired of wasting time, she queued up a random location instead, head tilted as her eyes skimmed the description.

P’Jem, huh, she mused, folding her arms under her chest. Temperate forests, tranquil monastery, some hubub about Vulcans spying on Andorians centuries ago…yeah, that’ll do, she nodded. Unfolding her arms to use both hands, her fingers danced across the interface as she made some alterations to the program; mainly eliminating bugs and spiders – because why not – and deactivating the door lock, because again, why not? This early, (or late, depending on one’s shift), she reasoned the odds of some random walking in on her were low. Wouldn’t wanna get stuck in there either, she smirked, recalling all the idiotic horror stories she’d heard of such misfortunes. Once everything was set, she set a time limit for an hour and forty-five minutes before heading in.
As the doors opened, her skin felt warmth and mild humidity tempered by the light breeze of a summer night; dominated by the light of a pale green moon. Her nose filled with the unfamiliar scents of the trees and the wild soil under her feet. Green assaulted her eyes, punctuated by red and yellow bioluminescent flowers blooming from the underbrush; her ears filled with calls of avian creatures, flitting between branches, paying her no need. She closed her eyes as the door closed behind her, completing the illusion. She knew this was all a projection of photons and force-fields; just a simulacrum of the wild she yearned for, yet it lifted her spirits all the same.

The earthen path before her, tended and trod by monks on the real P’Jem perhaps, led towards the distant rumble of water. Kino grinned as her eyes snapped open and set off to find its source, the ridged soles of her shoes sinking into the soil behind her.

[A short time later…]

Kino stood upon the rocky lip of the lagoon-like depression, taking it all in. The far side, perhaps 400 meters away, rose in a multi-tiered cliff, the waterfalls there roaring as they spilled down, fed from the mouths of caves. Off to her left, a short swim away from where she stood, the mouth of a cavern glowed faintly from within, turning the glowing aquamarine water almost silver.

Damn that’s beautiful, she grinned. Without a second thought, she pulled the tee over her head and set it on a large rock at her knee, then her shoes and socks. The last to go was the leggings, which she folded and added to the pile, leaving her clad in a sports bra and the boy-short panties.

Let’s see what we can see, she smirked, wading into the tranquil pool. When the water reached her waist, she dove in, swimming for the cavern.

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[Ensign Cir'Cie | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy]

Cir'Cie had just finished her work shift for the day and was now walking through the long winding yet sleek corridors of the Theurgy. She had decided to break with her usual routine of study, farm, study, meditate, eat, study, exercise, eat then bed. While she had made plans to head on down to the surface of Q'onoS to study the various plant life that grew on the hostile planet, it wasn't really a priority for her, and she wanted some time to simply relax after yet another day of monotony in the 'grand quest' to save the Federation. Her bitterness coiled in her like a snake rummaging through dying leaves, but she quelled it down and simply picked up her pace, walking with more haste through the expansive corridors.

Some time in the Holodecks might do her some good for a truth; she had been using the decks to vent out her sexual frustration, usually whenever she did visit the Holodecks it was to see Vulcan - though as of late she had grown very detached and apathetic towards the dusty and bleak sight of her homeworld. Statues and architecture or not. However; her interest was piqued when she noticed Holodeck 2 was engaged and it was to the world of P'Jem. Naturally; her curiosity was peaked. Perhaps Hathev was using the setting to meet with the monks and elders of the forest sanctuary world?

Adjusting her uniform, she approached the console and looked over the details; -

Structures disabled.
Photonics disabled.
Safeties on.
Miscellaneous Options: Insectoids, disabled. Fauna, disabled.

This puzzled Cir'Cie greatly now, was someone merely using the Holodeck to explore? Or was something else in play...her curiosity lead her on and she would slowly enter the simulation, the doors swiftly closing behind her and vanishing into the illusion. She had entered at the point where Kino had done the same. The outline of the Trill's workout shoes were distinct, leaving keen markings in the lush and fertile ground and the number of snapped twigs was also a giveaway. Raising her right eyebrow in a manner to express puzzlement and intrigue, she moved through the forest path, following the footsteps until eventually she arrived at the opening followed by the small lagoon that had a network of small waterfalls feeding into it.

For just a moment, Cir'Cie felt her being relax. The sound of the water flowing and the feel of soft temperate winds upon her skin accompanied by the beauty of it all made her feel content and she softly exhaled from her nostrils as the cool crisp air gently dance along the bangs of her pixie hair cut. But she remembered this was just a facsimile of the real thing and the elation disappeared, the curiosity returning as to who would be using this program.

Her answer was partially revealed when she saw the gym clothes left behind near the rocky lip of the pool and she deduced it wasn't Hathev going on the size proportions of the clothes. It couldn't possibly hurt to sit around and wait now could it? With a soft smirk, she moved to sit down on one of the more pronounced rocks nearby and she crossed her legs while placing her hands upon her knees - she could at least make use of the peaceful surroundings and meditate for a moment while the stranger had their fun in the waters below.
Ubi Concordia, Ibi Victoria.

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[PO2 Kino Jeen | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @UltimaImperatrixia
The cave was glowing from the crystals hanging from the ceiling; row after row of geometric teeth, shining a dull silver in the darkness. Kino tread water, grinning as she spun around. How fucking cool is this, she laughed.

A smaller cave entrance at the far end fed the cavern with water, dimly lit within. She kicked off with another laugh, swimming towards it. The climb up was a little slippery, but with her artificial hand and foot, she managed it easily enough.

The small stream of the cave only reached her ankles as she walked in, shaking water from her short hair and limbs. It was darker now, but with her cybernetic eye and the dim light from a few colonies of glowing fungus, Kino wasn’t troubled by it. Ah, this just what I needed, she hummed, grinning as the sound echoed.

As the cave wound off to the right, she recognized the clearing that she had started off in. The exit of the cave was one of the higher tiers to the lagoon, perhaps a few meters up from the surface of the lightly moon-lit water. Should I, she asked herself rhetorically, as she started running. Fuck yes, she laughed, turning her head over her shoulder as her feet approached the edge.

Incoming,” she hollered, jumping off into the night air as her booming call echoed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and held tight, hitting the water seconds later in a perfect cannonball, directly in front of the roaring falls.

Her head breached the surface seconds later, laughing as she coughed the water up that had gone up her nose. Her sports bra needed some adjustment, and panties, which she managed while treading water. Shoulda changed into a swimsuit, ya dummy, she grinned at herself, then kicked off back to the shore.

She took her time, enjoying the swim. Someday, after all this shit is done, I’m gonna visit the real deal, she promised herself. Perhaps that was what she would do? Leave everything behind – Starfleet, war, all of it – and just wander the stars? Wasn’t that what we’re supposed to be doing, anyway?

Lost in her thoughts as she waded up out of the lagoon, shaking water from her hair and face, Kino stood in knee deep water - looking for the rock she left her clothes on - when she noticed that she wasn’t alone. Her head cocked in confusion at the slim figure sitting alone, still as a statue, eyes closed. Didn’t I disable the NPC’s? No, that’s a uniform, dummy. Isn’t it? Fuck, whatever.

Uh, hey,” she called out, offering a small wave as she sloshed her way towards the rocky shore. Guess the odds of someone wandering in were higher than I figured, she huffed dryly.

Re: Day 10 [0300hrs] The Caves of P'Jem

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[Ensign Cir'Cie | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy]

Having closed her eyes while waiting for whomever it was that was enjoying the waters and cave, Cir'Cie's mind wandered in a quasi-dream like state. She lead through a winding labyrinth of her past; contemplating all that had happened from the day she had left Vulcan to the time she met the Niga, to going through everything that had occurred since then. Throughout it all, a pressing feeling of desire and chaos wound its way through her mind like a snake coiling itself around a tree, her heart rate elevated - she had grown accustomed to these feelings. The animalistic urging of the mnemonic impression within her mind telling her to pursue pleasure.

Opening her eyes and exhaling heavily; she glanced down upon at the tattoo of the Niga plant that Herrold had given her. Just as she was about to get up and leave the Holodeck to return to her duties; she heard the sound of water sloshing and her piercing green eyes fell upon the gorgeously toned and svelte form of a Trill and Cir'Cie would feel herself blush ever so lightly.

She had met a good number of the individuals on this large ship - yet this slender vixen of a woman that was approaching her was one she had not. until now, had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon. She took every note of the sleek and shiningly wet form that approached her; especially how toned her stomach was and Cir'Cie felt herself biting her lip softly. -Is this an erotic program someone left on idle?- she thought to herself. Quickly reminding herself that all Photonic Characters were currently disabled.

"Hey There"

Slowly standing up form her position and brushing herself down, she responded. "Greetings...I apologize for wandering in. I was just curious as to who might be exploring the forests of P'Jem without feeling a need to visit the monks and experience the rite of Kolinahr...I am Ensign Cir'Cie. It is..." Cir'Cie paused, her eyes once again travelling over Kino's curves this time in a more predatory manner before she then finally finished her sentence with. "Agreeable to meet you."

Placing her hands behind her back and standing with a firm posture, her small bust pushing at her uniform, Cir'Cie did her best to regain her composure and to focus her wandering and aroused mind. From the exterior she appeared poised and disciplined - but inside she was a storm of want and need, something she dealt with on a near daily basis.
Ubi Concordia, Ibi Victoria.

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[PO2 Kino Jeen | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @UltimaImperatrixia
As Kino approached the boulder where her clothes lay in a neat pile, her head tilted as she frowned in amusement at the Vulcan’s formality; yet the frown quickly warped into a smirk as her head bobbed, throwing a casual two-finger salute to Cir’cie. “Petty Officer Kino Jeen, nice to meet ya,” she replied with a chuckle. Hm...Vulcans...Vulcans, she searched her memories for any previous interaction with the stoic species, but came up surprisingly short. Heh, imagine that. Well, Jeen, get ready for a new experience, she grinned at herself briefly, blinking at the dark haired, green eyed officer for several heartbeats.

Sexy; in a rigid, serious, stone-like statue kind of way, she thought dryly, letting her gaze linger probably longer than she should.

Sorry for staring,” she laughed, running a hand through her short hair to shake the water from it. “Never met a Vulcan before – as odd as that sounds,” she rested a hand on her hip, enjoying the warm air on her skin as she drip-dried. Mismatched eyes raked over Cir’cie in a subtle appraisal as her grin faded to a thin smile before turning her attention to the wilds surrounding them.

And its fine,” she shrugged at the woman’s unexpected arrival, then nodded to the falls and wilderness. “It’s a beautiful world. Primal. That’s what I needed to see,” Kino explained in a murmured purr, before returning her gaze to Cir’cie’s extraordinary eyes. Shit, those are intense, she noted with a mix of envy and apprehension; she’s a predator, this one, Kino smirked. “I like to escape civilization every once and awhile,” she concluded, seating herself on the edge of the boulder next to her clothes. “Get away from all the bullshit,” she added with a shrug.

Utterly unconcerned about her state of undress, Kino leaned back a bit, looking up at the stars, propped up on her elbows. “Probably doesn’t make much sense to you logical folk,” she whispered aloud, then tilted her features back to the stoic, slender form before her. Cooler than an Andorian’s toenails, she smirked at the thought. “I assume you’ve visited the real P’Jem,” she asked, wiggling her toes in the night air. Her brows met then, as her curiosity piqued; “Do they let non-Vulcan’s visit? I’d really like to go someday, if it’s...agreeable,” she grinned, arching a brow. It was a harmless, weak attempt at teasing the officer – but she couldn’t resist. New mission objective, she told herself; get this statue to crack a smile

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[Ensign Cir'Cie | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy]

Cir'Cie's eyes would slowly trace over the near perfect and seemingly flawless skin that draped across Kino's svelte legs and toned stomach and she would feel her heart rate elevate slightly, the exotic 'design' of her Trill marks coupled with the woman's short hair and unique eyes only served to pique her physical interest in the woman before her. Having listened to how the young Trill spoke, she realized this girl was something of a chatterbox, and a ever curious one at that.

Folding her arms just under her bust but extending one hand out to make a gesture in how she spoke; she replied with. "Getting away from all the 'bullshit' as you describe it, is very much one of the Vulcan tenets of life...we take time to meditate, reflect and consolidate whenever we can, especially in times of turmoil...P'Jem is indeed a most beautiful world, visitors are allowed but usually under special circumstances...people who just show up are usually either given a cursory tour, a simple formality and a gift and then told to leave...the Priests take their studies and meditations very seriously, especially when inducting young Vulcans through the rite of Kolinahr." -Perhaps I should re-take that rite myself...- Cir'Cie pondered, wondering if re-visiting the past and re-learning the ways of Surak in a fresh perspective might help with controlling the emotions that ran through her on a daily basis. She reasoned however; it wouldn't be the same. As beautiful as the Holodeck simulations were; they fell just short of the real thing for her due to the fact they simply weren't real and suspension of disbelief was never her forte.

Cir'Cie would then slowly sway on over to the edge of the pool where she then shifted to sit down upon her knees, keeping her jade green eyes upon the mismatched ones of the slender petty officer before her. "Your species; Trill. Your primary trait is curiosity...far more so than that of Humans, am I correct?" she would ask in an inquisitive manner, if not slightly interrogatory in how her voice carried the question.
Ubi Concordia, Ibi Victoria.


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[PO2 Kino Jeen | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @UltimaImperatrixia
Her head tilted as she listened, drawing her knees up to her chest to rest her elbows on them while her ankles crossed. Cir’Cie’s voice seemed at odds with her petite frame, neutral as it was, but laden with a...strength, almost, that Kino found interesting. She sounds like a teacher, the non-com realized, stating the facts, no more – no less. Her own history with teachers was...well, those weren’t good memories; not from Kino’s life anyway. There was also the second mention of Kolinahr – Vulcan ritual of some kind, Kino guessed silently as she watched Cir’Cie move closer to the water.

Those eyes are going to take some getting used to, but Kino didn’t feel threatened by them;  she’d hate it if people felt intimidated by her cybernetic, after all. So she held the Vulcan’s gaze easily as the question about Trill curiosity was raised. Kino considered it with a slight frown, not really prepared for such a topic or given it much thought for that matter; Cir’Cie’s tone triggered memories of her school days – being called out at random for an answer she wasn't prepared to give. Are we more curious than humans? Really?

Her brows rose with her shoulders as she ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not really sure,” she laughed nervously, trying to think up an answer. “I...I can’t really say all of us are, no more than any other individual can speak for their whole species,” she managed, brow knitted with effort. Even to her ears, it sounded like a bullshit politicians answer, which made her shake her head. “If you’re asking if I’m curious, then yes. At least, I am now,” she huffed in weak amusement, pulling her knees up closer to her body. “Aren’t you,” she flicked a gesture to the kneeling Vulcan, “isn’t what brought you in here,” she twirled those same fingers about, at the moon-lit wilds surrounding them.

Rocking back and forth a bit, Kino leaned her head back for a few beats of her heart, pausing to listen to the water and relative quiet – no doubt the authentic P’Jem would be more alive with nocturnal life, insects, and probably the distant noises of civilization. I like it here better, she mused to herself, then lifted her head and eyes back to Cir’cie. “What’s Kolinahr,” she asked quietly, trying her best to pronounce it the way Cir’Cie had, “and...I know its a big ship, but I’ve never even seen you before. What do you do,” she asked with a small smile, tilting her head again.

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[Ensign Cir'Cie | Holodeck 7 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy]

Listening to Kino's words carefully, she would give a very light smile and only for the briefest of moments. "Yes, I suppose you are right, seeing this world being used on the Holodeck piqued my interest because I've never seen anyone use this program before."

Pacing side to side for a moment, her gaze not leaving Kino's even though the temptation to admire and trace her eyes over the Trill's curves and alluringly toned stomach did nag in the back in of her mind, Cir'Cie let out a soft exhale. -Two questions to answer, I suppose that would mean they are eighteen left...- she mused, thinking over the Human expression of 'twenty questions'.

"Kolinahr is the Vulcan ritual in which all of our remaining vestigial emotions are suppressed is the more accurate term. The second part of the ritual teaches us how to maintain this state of being. Like any caged animal...our emotions are always at war with us. And the philosophy of Surak teaches us to never allow them to escape or emerge..."

Her expression becomes pensive as she realizes she had been somewhat failing these teachings. Her desire to drown in her Lust and forget her work was something she contemplated every day and while she had kept a lid on it for the most part - she had found herself as of late wanting to simply give in. Surak's ideas were more than 1,400 years old...perhaps it was time for them to be classed as outdated and obsolete; after all, the Romulans had done just fine so far.

Shaking her head lightly as she decides the train of thought was irrelevant and her silent pause might be seen as awkward, she follows up with. "As for what I do. I am the primary Botanist on this ship...I study the various plants we encounter in our travels...including the Niga. Not sure if you're familiar with that incident....aside from that; I aid the Medical Staff by synthesizing plant based medicinal compounds to help save on molecular usage via the replicators...this also goes for plant based foods. I make the more organic and natural vegetables and fruits for the Theurgy's canteen staff to work with."

Giving a soft shrug, she adds "After the Niga Incident I gained an interest in and crystals are more predictable...mostly."
Ubi Concordia, Ibi Victoria.

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