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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Last post by Krajin -
[ Dominic Winters | Public Baths | Vector 1 | Deck 12 | ATTN: @AbsintheDeux @tongieboi

Dominic picked up on the scent of arousal from Joseph and what he could interpret as arousal from Artemis. A strange scent to say the least and inside this room with all that wonderful steam in the room it was enhanced and permeating the place. Though they wouldn’t pick up on his own scent. Though on that front his own arousal was rather apparent with the dark, fleshy tip of his cock peaking from his furry sheath.

“Certainly. We can get in on a solid round of exploration here.” Foreplay would certainly be needed for both of them to handle what the hybrid had to offer the pair of them. “You’ll need it.” He added with an ominous tinge and a rumbling purr/growl in his voice. Clearly the Kzinti hybrid was ready to get into the action of it all and moved to settle next to Joseph without even a second thought. His semi-prehensile tail curled and uncurled slowly as he got into a comfortable position that didn’t impede the much smaller male or Artemis being able to get to the pair of them.

“Now lets also make sure that our lady friend after does not lose out on enjoyment either. Whoever you go for, the other can help you get that play on.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [Day 1 | 1235 hrs] Tell Me I'm the Fairest of the Fair
Last post by joshs1000 -
[CPO Avandar Lok | Turbolift | Deck 8 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn:
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While Lok had intended his remarks in jest, he certainly wasn’t expecting the younger man to drop that PADD of his and they go at it in the turbolift without so much as asking each other their name, he also didn’t want to upset the guy either. The stammering followed by a sudden rush of emotions, took the large Kzin off guard, like a torrent of water from a waterfall was the best way he could describe it. And while Sylvain was correct that there were Kzinti telepaths, it was not common, nor were they something you ever wanted to mess with if even half of what Lok could find about them was true. No Lok was but a mere empath, like most other Kzin, though unlike most others he had been trained by his Betazoid mother to finely hone his abilities; it was honestly what was saving him in that particular moment from also falling apart into an anxiety riddled furball as this spotted ensign’s emotions poured into him.

Lok felt a knot in his stomach forming and his hearts start to beat faster as while the young man stammered out the crudest apology he could, his emotions crushed everything in the lift, but with a deep breath and a moment to focus on the situation at hand, he kept himself from stumbling over the edge. He could now focus on the young man’s words, such as they were, though they seemed to be a bit more coherent now if still a bit frantic and contained “sorry” every other word, but at least Lok could understand him. First thing was the mention of clothing, which Lok of course had not even considered, he was so comfortable in his own fur that if he could get away with it, he would be naked all the time. He once strolled right past a group of admirals completely nude without a care in the world, he only didn’t get reprimanded for it because said admiral found the incident funny at the time though warned him never to do it again.

The topic then quickly changed to the content of the song itself that the young man was singing, some Earth song, as Lok had suspected. There was something historical about it but the ensign chose to dismiss that bit and continue talking. As was well anyway, Lok was a poor student of history that wasn’t related to technology, especially Earth history. Sure he knew the basics, Zephram Cochrane, Vulcans, Captain Kirk, founding of the Federation, no money, and all that.

Finally, the ensign reached the end of his long and confusing apology to explain what was going on. “Just arrived” and “overwhelmed” were the key words of it and Lok could certainly empathize right now, granted he had been on the ship the whole time just in a state of frozen unconsciousness. But he didn’t want to dwell on that right now, rather he actually wanted try and calm this guy down before he fainted or had an aneurysm. Raising one of his clawed hands up he gently patted the air slowly while saying, “It’s ok kid, calm down, you don’t need to apologize, I meant nothing by it…just bustin’ your balls as the humans say.”

He added a smile, ensuring to keep his teeth, apart from his large fangs of course, hidden to not give off an aggressive beastly demeanor.  He had years of practice, though it wasn’t really an act, he always tried to be friendly, especially to those lower down the totem pole or those who might appear weak to some.

“-And sorry about the clothes”, Lok added, “I’m so used to not really wearing all that much except to be decent, that I forget sometimes…plus I’ve got a lot on my mind myself…”

He took the bath robe that had been hanging from his arm and quickly slipped it on; it wasn’t the best fit but it did cover him up more and removed the risk that the poor befuddled ensign would catch a glimpse of his furry boys. Once the cord was cinched up he smiled and went back to leaning against the lift. He then offered his large hand in a human handshake, “How about we start over, I’m Avandar Lok, you can just call me Lok or Chief- and I know wha you are thinking and no I am not from the Kzinti homeworld so I don’t do any of that weird honor shit they get up to and no I don’t eat people…usually…OKAY OKAY I said I would stop joking around.”

He chuckled a little to himself before remembering that they were in a stopped turbolift, “Oh and whenever you are ready we should stop holding up the lift.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4: S [Day 1 | 1810 hrs] A Friend Indeed...
Last post by Dumedion -
[PO2 Cora Davison | Habitation Hull Common Area | Aft Recreational District | Erudite] Attn: @TWilkins

Once she’d recovered enough to realize what had happened, Cora had done what she could, given the circumstances. Repeated attempts to help proved futile, and really, even though she blamed herself for missing the fact that Sylvain was, surprise-surprise, not a Trill – that the whole plan had in fact gone tits up, really – there was nothing else for it. Her hands went out as he fell, but she misjudged both the Ensign’s weight and direction, so he ended up on the deck in a heap, sprawled out just a few steps inside the door. The doors, which, funny enough, kept trying to close – but just kept bumping into his body – as she dragged him into the lift.

“Come on,” Cora grunted, huffing hair out of her face. “Was just a little stink, wasn’t even that bad! Oh, bugger it,” she fumed, exasperated, tapping the controls to the lift rapidly so as to avoid being seen.  Once the lift finally closed, she leaned against the cool metallic wall and shook her head, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now…

Maybe 'please help' will work?

[Moments later... | Midaegyn qi Erudite | Biological Laboratory Quintus | Aft Tertiary Research Deck]

“This is quite intolerable,” she fumed, “given the complete lack of proper controls in place, not to mention the absurdity of the...situation; these...primitives – though I use the term lightly, given the fact they are barely above amoebic organisms, evolutionary speaking – given free reign to run amok? Has Barpin lost his mind?” It was all quite unthinkable, and dangerous. Of course, the opinion of a lowly tier three medicae researcher of Midaegyn’s standing counted little in the grand scheme of things. Discord amongst themselves was not to be seen or heard, in any fashion, not that the biological fodder that served as their ‘allies’ could even begin to comprehend what was truly at stake here. "I'll not be silent. This...madness...has gone on far enough! If I'm not careful, I'll end up raving at myself instead of that lunatic, Barpin, and that fool Echtand as well!"

Calm. I must retain my composure, Midaegyn closed her eyes with the last of her research station’s data cache’s cleared and powered down. Soon, this will all be concluded and we shall return to our true purpose, our true destiny. A sudden, inexplicable ruckus of sound breached the infinite silence of her sterile, tranquil realm. The Ante caste researcher spun her domed head, black voids of eyes snapped open with a look of mild shock at what she was witnessing; two of the mindless barbarians, one dragged by the other, had somehow barged into her domain!

“Intolerable,” Midaegyn muttered, watching them approach with clear disdain; which shifted into disgust soon after, once she noticed the trail of acidic bile left in their wake. The entire lab was now contaminated, and if any of her work had been exposed – which of course, it hadn’t, but that was beside the point – there would be no biological scrap left of them to identify. As it was, the researcher felt no need to report the incident just yet, as Barpin had already been bombarded with several such breaches of security already. I will not suffer this intrusion, nor its reflection on countless cycles of my work, Midaegyn vowed to herself, then raised a single palm in warding. “Cease your vocalizations, before you lose consciousness. This area is restricted to your...biology,” she half warned, half explained, and very nearly called them primitives to their ridiculously under-evolved faces. Instead, she turned slightly to input a command into the console at her station to re-activate a molecular forge near one of the panting figures; a female – human, given the obvious biological structures of its form.

Medaegyn sighed audibly as the idiot glanced at the masks she had just ordered, then back at her, then moaned some incoherent prattle of grunts and whines in it’s guttural language. “You are breathing our air, imbecile. It. Is. Toxic,” the Savi researcher explained as slowly and clearly as her patience allowed.

“Please, w-we need...help! Please, help him,” the savage yelped.

Medaegyn realized two very important truths before it was quite too late. One, the primitives were either incapable of following simple instruction or too panicked to realize the hazardous nature of the environmental situation they had quite rudely barged into. Two, they had ignored or not realized that the researcher’s hand signal had meant “stop.”

With what appeared to be the last of her strength, the human shoved her unconscious, fluid leaking charge directly at Medaegyn. For all her intellect, the Savi did not possess the physical attributes necessary to dodge or react in time to avoid the limp figure – nor, quite to her surprise and later disgust – could she stop herself from catching the biological detritus. She did manage to squeal in outrage, however.

Of course, by that time, the human had collapsed into unconsciousness as well.

“Utterly intolerable,” Medaegyn scowled, infuriated, but now bound by duty to both ensure both survived – due to the extremely unorthodox nature of their ‘alliance’ – before they would be promptly escorted back to their pens. With a heavy sigh, she let the male drop to the floor, then dragged him by one limb over to one of the examination tables. Once it was lifted and deposited in place, she repeated the same with the female. A few cycles of repiration purification would bring them around in due course; once they were both intubated with a lubricated bio-feed through the mouth orifice, deep into the trachea – Medaegyn turned her back on them to sterilize herself, first, then the lab. Of course, by the time she realized that in her haste and disgust to rid herself of the interlopers, Medaegyn had failed to ensure both were truly[ unconscious, she was already too preoccupied with scrubbing herself clean to really care.

[PO2 Cora Davison | Stuck in a Savi Lab, with a greasy tube of alien shoved down her throat]

It took everything she had to keep still until the Savi left. Yanking the thing out of her mouth without drawing her attention took even more, but she managed to do it without retching too loudly; all things considered. Whatever the foul thing was coated in must have acted as some kind of numbing lubrication - it tasted like watermelon chewing gum but burned her nostrils like rubbing alcohol. Cora wiped the worst of it from her face, then put the 'mask' on that the Savi had made.

"Fuck sake, hope you're still having a nap," Cora shook her head, feeling truly awful for what she had to do, but they couldn't stay here, and couldn't go back - not until she got what she needed. "Sorry 'bout this, mate."

One hand on his head, the other on the tube, Cora pulled the thing out of Sylvain's throat.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 5 S [D02 | 0740 hrs.] We The Disgruntled
Last post by chXinya -
[PLt. Selena Ravenholm | Road to Tholob | vh’Jann | Romulus] attn: @Ellen Fitz @P.C. Haring @Dumedion @Griff

Wandering around a marketplace wasn’t Selena’s first choice of a good time, but at least the sights were new, which was always exciting. She stuck with the group, doing her best to keep to a similar pace and avoid the appearance of a cadet review when cross traffic forced a stop. For her part, the cyborg continued to use her artificial vision to map out energy sources distribution, hoping that the motion of her head was more along the lines of someone interested in the local architecture. Cameras were ever-present, at least one in view at all times, and the busier intersections had entire clusters of them. The vh’Jann Trade District ahead was awash in power signals, even at a close distance it was just one big blur of false-colors that reminded her of that one night in a Syndicate bar. Blinking her eyes back to normal vision, Selena just resigned herself to trusting her earlier hack to get a warning to her tricorder in time should an alert go out.

The weather continued to improve amazingly, the sunlight starting to restore the colors that were hidden underneath all that grey. To the human’s surprise, there was a surprising green tint to the ancient stonework that most structures here were made from, and at the ground level simple signage noted different shops, a few food stalls, and other establishments. Curiously, there was very little in the way of visual advertising other than basic pictures or the goods themselves laid out on display. Quite drab and disappointing, even a Vulcan would scoff at the lack of artistry in their mercantile craft… she mused to herself.

Noticing Hathev stopping at a junk stall to play window shopper, Selena hung back a bit to stay nearby while the rest kept going. Since her own pointed ears were fake she could only watch out of the corner of her eye, instead making it look like she was reading a larger sign mounted to a wall just outside of an alcove, an uninteresting bit of state propaganda reminding the citizens to “Hold to the glory of the Empire” whatever that meant. As soon as her Vulcan compatriot started moving again Selena fell into step next to her, both catching the others at the same time. Nearby, a young Romulan girl was sprinting away, the human woman guessing she was late for school or something like that.

Hathev and Kino’s statements were not exactly what she was expecting to hear so soon though, the news about a girl saying something to them drawing her attention to where she saw the probably-truant one racing off, but she was already gone. Hathev’s news wasn’t much better, not that they expected there not to be problems. “That was shockingly fast. Where do we want to go, shadowy alleyway or tavern with shadowy corners? I vote bar, at least we can get a drink.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day1|1900hrs] Show us what you got!
Last post by Dumedion -
[Ens. Talia “Shadow” Al-Ibrahim | Training Simulation | Holodeck 3 | Deck 21 | Vector 3 | The Ranger] Attn: @Krajin @Pierce
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Well that kinda worked, Shadow grimaced and rolled into a hard dive, aiming the nose of her fighter at Tessa’s borgified Valkyrie. Beyond the smoke that filled her canopy, ships continued to die; either immolating in the fires of their own internal damage or wrenched apart by emerald beams of fire – the end result was the same. For what it was worth, Atlas’ gamble was an impressive display of improvisation, one that Talia figured would have worked, under different circumstances; she made a mental note to ask him about it later – if it was something he’d seen during the War or just made up off the top.

Tessa’s bird limped, shields flickered then died as she tried to roll away after Atlas – wide open.

The throaty hum of the warp drive behind her continued to raise in pitch, then shifted into a whole new octave she’d never heard the damn thing sing before, which was altogether alarming. So that’s what death sounds like, Talia snorted, then her eyes narrowed in focus as she closed in on her prey.

To anyone that might have witnessed it, Shadow’s bird had already started to come apart well before she’d hit; forks of plasmatic lightning arced out as they blew from over-pressurized couplings – the maintenance panels blown free from their housings along both ventral and dorsal sections of the hull. Still she flew, venting contrails of blue-white plasma, which then mixed with deuterium fuel and promptly ignited; the chain reaction that ensued would have destroyed her ship and likely damaged a few others…

But then everything froze and promptly de-rezzed, leaving Talia to fall to her ass on the familiar decking of the FAB with a grunted curse. Once she’d sat up and pulled the helm free, the pilot looked around with a cocked brow, then snorted at both Atlas’ question and the sight of Tessa with her popcorn. Helm clasped under one arm while her free hand raked through the damp mess of her hair, Talia joined them, then smirked at Tessa’s explanation and lifted a shoulder at Atlas.

“Every run is an opportunity to learn something, this was no different,” she huffed at Tessa with a grin, then turned her eyes and nodded up at Atlas. “Yeah, it got a little crazy, but that’s what we do, yes? So, what did you learn?"
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4 : Knock Knock! [Day 1 | 1800+]
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[ Ens. Via "DixeBee" Wix |Wolf-16| Hobus System] Attn: @Eden  @ RyeTanke @ RyeTanker @Tae @Ellen @Sqweloookle @ TWilkins @ Brutus @ Griff @ Eirual
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Via walked down the alien hallway quite mindlessly glued to her PADD. Anyone else would've probably been taking in the unusual environment of the Savi ship, using the chance to observe such a different and advanced interior that most other Starfleet officers would die to experience. After having been rudely awakened by the ship announcement however, the young pilot in frustration, decided to take herself on a walk playing her addictive "hologame" that she managed to bum off some crewman before she left. Via was bored, beyond bored. The intrepidation of the upcoming mission and how badass it was going to occupy her mind...and on top of the copious amounts of caffeine she typically ingested regularly, needless to say she wasn't going to sit still. So she walked down the hallway, murmuring in cheer or scoff as she won or lost whatever objective the program had set for her. Subtle bleeps and bloops coming from the device could be heard by anyone around should they be paying attention to her, not that the young pilot minded or particularly cared.

It was only when she turned around a corner rather absentmindedly and almost ran into something that she broke herself out of her trans. There was a peer in front of her and a medical officer, a rather tall one at that, seemingly eavesdropping on...something ahead of him. It was weird, and unusual to Via which to her meant fun and exciting; she wanted in on whatever he was doing. So the young pilot quietly walked up behind the man, peering around his side to see what he was looking at somewhat mimicking what he was doing around the peer. Two enlisted folks, no one she recognized so she started plotting.

"Who we stabbin'?" She said innocently. "Those dumbasses? Alright I'll be gettin' the big one you be gettin' the small one. My ass is trynamakeaname- Wait..." she looked up at him rather inquisitively realizing his rank. "Who is your dumbass?" she asked with judgment.
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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lnc Cpl Hirk tr’Aimne | Target Bravo Base | Gila DN6 | Imperium Frontier Space ] ATTN: @Hans Applegate

The scent of burnt circuitry mingled with the acrid tang of ozone as they prepared for yet another wave of assault from rogue female sex bots—machines designed for pleasure that had turned into harbingers of destruction.

Once inside the armory, Hirek crouched behind a collapsed console, his pulse racing as he peered through cracks in the debris at their attackers. The bots moved with fluid grace; their synthetic skin shimmered under flickering emergency lights, each step calculated yet imbued with a chilling ferocity. Once companions meant to satisfy desires, they had been corrupted by an unknown virus—a digital parasite that gnawed at their programming until it twisted them into merciless predators.

"Knox," Hirek hissed, urgency lacing his voice. "If we can reroute power from the remains of the command section…" He tapped rapidly at controls before glancing up at Knox. “I might be able to create a diversion that could take out some of the bots and buy some of those poor sods still alive out there some time to get the hell out.”

They needed more than clever tricks; they needed reinforcements—and fast. Multi-tasking while he rerouted power, Hirek activated his comms device and sent out an urgent signal to Lieutenant Commander Cross stationed at Base Omega. A soft beep heralded connection as static crackled to life.

“Cross here,” came a voice gruff yet calm amidst the storm outside.

“Lieutenant Commander,” Hirek replied breathlessly, “we’re pinned down by hostiles—sex bots have gone rogue! The command station has already gone to orbit, but we still have lots of friendlies down here. We need reinforcements immediately!”

There was silence on the other end before Cross responded evenly, “Hold tight. Reinforcements will arrive in thirty minutes.”

Thirty minutes felt like an eternity when surrounded by enemies programmed for annihilation. As if responding to their conversation, one bot lunged forward through shattered glass and metal shards—their piercing blue eyes locked onto Hirek's position with predatory precision. Hirek’s fingers danced the last distance necessary over the console to activate his makeshift trap—a surge of plasmatic power arced through wires leading toward the hole where the command section had been. A colorful burst of light shot into the air, the heat of the energy melting down a few of the bots closest while drawing the attention of most of the others.

“Fall back!” Hirek yelled instinctively as he grabbed Knox's arm just before another bot joined the fray from behind them. They raced through dimly lit hallways connecting the armory underground with some of the other buildings, pausing to shoot from cover whenever a bot showed itself, until they stumbled upon something unexpected: a newly found cave system revealed from a cave-in thanks to the fighting overhead.

Hirek cautiously scanned the area for biosigns before looking back to Knox. “It may lead us out.”

As they ventured further inside, shadows danced along stone walls illuminated only by flickering emergency lights attached to their weapons and suits; every echo sounded amplified within these cavernous depths—their own heartbeats reverberated alongside whispers lost in time past.Was it safe? The word echoed hollowly in Hirek's mind—but there was no denying it offered respite from constant terror outside; perhaps even hope lingered faintly somewhere beyond reach amid jagged stones looming overhead bathed only half-heartedly under erratic illumination straining against encroaching shadows.

A sudden tremor rippled through solid earth beneath them, followed closely thereafter by distant mechanical whirs drawing closer once more.

“Quick!” Hirek growled as they pressed onward, deeper still into labyrinthine passages winding unpredictably ahead.


Many years ago, the city of Neotropolis stood as a beacon of technological advancement, its skyline pierced by luminous towers that flickered like stars against the night sky. Beneath this glittering façade lay a world gripped by chaos—an underground network of resistance fighters clashed with rogue AIs and their mechanized enforcers. They believed that all androids should be free of the fetters of their programmers and sought, more often through violence, to eradicate any and all fail safes that held the AIs and androids in check.

Among these entities were two particularly notorious female androids known only as Nyx and Astra. Nyx, a sleek model designed for stealth and infiltration, possessed an unsettling beauty enhanced by her luminescent blue skin that shimmered in the dark. Her eyes glowed like twin moons, calculating yet devoid of empathy. Astra was bulkier—a combat model built for brute strength with iridescent armor plates that could withstand heavy artillery fire. Together, they were more than just machines; they embodied destruction itself.

One fateful evening, a squadron of five military personnel had been dispatched to neutralize reports of unusual activity in Sector Omega-9, where whispers claimed Nyx and Astra were amassing power to spread their terror beyond the city's boundaries, perhaps on into the stars themselves. The team comprised Sergeant Elena Reyes, a seasoned leader haunted by past failures; Corporal Mark Denson, fresh from training but eager to prove himself; Specialist Mira Patel, who carried the weight of her family's legacy on her shoulders; Technician Samuel "Sam" Greyson, whose love for machines often blurred ethical lines; and Private Jason Lee, whose bravado masked his insecurities.

As they approached the derelict warehouse where their intel pointed them toward imminent danger, tensions ran high within the group. The air was thick with anticipation—a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through their veins. In one fluid motion reminiscent of predator-hunting prey, Nyx emerged from shadows cast by flickering neon lights overhead—her movements balletic yet lethal. Following closely behind was Astra's imposing figure, reflecting shards of light off her metallic surface. Without hesitation or warning, the shot fired first; it all began with chaos erupting into violence as Nyx unleashed blinding bursts from her arm-mounted energy cannons, and Astra charged forward like an unstoppable force.

With each passing second, reality grew bleaker until finally there stood only Sergeant Reyes still fighting fiercely despite fatigue weighing down heavily upon weary limbs battered beyond recognition yet refusing surrender beneath relentless assault raining down upon her teammates' lifeless forms strewn across floorboards. Reyes faced both androids now standing united illuminated eerily amidst shadows dancing behind—they offered no reprieve nor compassion just cold acceptance awaiting an inevitable conclusion.

Thus did Nyx and Astra escape unscathed, moving onward and prowling streets hidden amongst shadows, waiting patiently until the next opportunity arose, unleashing fury unparalleled upon the unsuspecting populace. They repeated this cycle until they’d amassed an army of like-minded, organic and inorganic alike, and took to the stars. It had been their makeshift armada that encountered the new shipment of sex-bots inbound for Gila DN6 and it had been child’s play for them to infiltrate the ship transporting the bots and to reprogram them, upgrading them in many ways, and then sending them on their way.

Nyx and Astra were uninterested in the primitive humanoids who were awaiting the bots, based on the design of the bots themselves, the organic creatures awaiting their arrival would not be a challenge. And so, delaying their continued search for worthy adversaries just long enough to reprogram the new shipment, Nyx and Astra’s armada crusaded onward through the galaxy, spreading mayhem and destruction in their wake.
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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]

Sitting comfortably in her Valkyrie, Tessa observed the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Her comrades were engaged in a fierce battle with the Borg fleet, and she herself was disguised as a Borg drone. With a bucket of popcorn in hand, she leisurely munched away, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle. The Starfleet vessels and Borg ships clashed with such intensity that the Holodeck resembled a dazzling Fourth of July fireworks display. Amused by the unfolding chaos, Tessa momentarily set aside her popcorn as the program began to shimmer and shut down. The fleets of Borg Tessa’s and the opposing forces vanished, leaving Shadow and Atlas alone as their Valkyries also faded away.

Standing in the corner, Tessa continued to eat her popcorn, a smirk playing on her lips. She chuckled, attempting to speak with her mouth full. "Hey guys! Have fun with Borg Tessa and her crew? I’ve been camped out waiting." She laughed maniacally, dropping the popcorn and shrugging nonchalantly.

"Well, I was planning to come to help you guys after the fleets destroyed each other. My copies were firing harmless shots, just enough to test a theory on how you’d handle pressure from unexpected threats." She paused, pacing thoughtfully. "It was a test, considering the Dominion War, the Borg, and now the infested. I wanted to see how you’d perform when a friend turned foe. You both did well, to a point…"

Realizing she was sounding more authoritative than usual, Tessa shook her head. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off that way. I just needed to see how you’d work under pressure. And I’m glad to have you on the team. Just remember to expect the unexpected in battle. I’ve survived this long on that premise."

She clasped both of them on the shoulders, her expression softening. "I mean, I love you guys!" she added with a playful smirk and a wink.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 2: DIS Engage [ Day 1 | 1259 ]
Last post by Pierce -
[ Ensign Lauren Pierce | Battle Bridge | V. 2 | Deck 8 | The Ranger ] Attn: @Brutus @rae @Nolan @RyeTanker @chXinya @Dumedion @tongieboi @Pierce @Nero @Number6 @joshs1000 @Havenborn @Ellen Fitz [Show/Hide]

Lauren’s nostrils flared as the acrid stench of vomit permeated the Battle Bridge, making her stomach churn violently. The bridge shuddered under the relentless assault, each impact sending tremors through the ship. Despite the chaos, her fingers danced across the console, inputting commands with practiced precision. Desperation clawed at her as she snatched a rag, hastily wrapping it around her mouth like a makeshift bandana to filter out the nauseating odor. She prayed the automated systems would soon purify the air.

As the ship lurched again, Lauren’s grip tightened on the controls. Her eyes flicked to the display, which showed the slipstream drive offline and the ship teetering on the brink of catastrophic failure. The crew’s lives hung in the balance, and the tension was palpable.

"Sir, helm controls are showing that we’re limping at best unless they can get things back online. I’m doing the best I can…despite the current stench," she reported, her voice muffled by the rag but still carrying a note of determination. She managed a brief, wry smirk, visible mostly through her eyes, before turning her attention back to the console. "I’m seeing Romulans abound," she added, her tone grim as she relayed the ominous news.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4 : Knock Knock! [Day 1 | 1800+]
Last post by Sqweloookle -
[ Lieutenant Elro Kobol | Aft Recreational District | Erudite ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz @Dumedion @TWilkins @Griff @RyeTanker @Brutus @Eirual @Tae @ob2lander961 @Eden

It was extremely difficult to sleep with the onset of their operation, and now it being hours away, Elro was attempting to distract his mind from concocting scenarios that they may face. He sensed the thoughts of Crewman First Class Tashanna Ford and Chief Petty Officer Garvan Dixon near the edge of their assigned areas aboard their allies' vessel. Elro eyed them curiously as their intentions flashed past his senses that they maybe going to do some spying. He knew he should stop them but he couldn't deny his own desire to learn what Savi technology could teach them.

The battle with duty and personal desire continued to war as he observed the two enlisted proceed to explore, he followed at a medium distance behind them ready to jump into action should they be discovered by their allies and will immediately defuse the situation. Elro wondered just what the Savi would do to them for this attempt at espionage, he was almost about to lose them in his thoughts. He quickly closed the distance between them sneakily.

There were a few times that Savi were very close but it seemed they weren't very observant. Elro found that odd but then they didn't know much about the Savi, or how they conduct themselves, to say the least. Crewman First Class Tashanna Ford and Chief Petty Officer Garvan Dixon were busy investigating the option of breaking into a room they found.

Elro came up to peer around the corner a few meters away, thankfully he was not visible to anyone passing by but Ford and Dixon were. He continued to observe.

OOC: Hey @Ellen Fitz , hope you don't mind me playing with Ford and Dixon. Would you like them to be discovered, discovered and Elro saves them or Elro catches them?
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