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Director's Cut / Re: [2381 USS Theurgy] Cohabitation
Last post by Dumedion -
[PO2 Kino Jeen | Personal Quarters | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Dree
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She tried not to giggle at the look on Reed’s face while Reika over-explained the situation, in the cutest way possible, but wasn’t quite successful. For his part, the mechanic’s face remained in a comical expression of ‘oh, really,’ though-out, but Kino knew him well enough to see that he was barely holding back his own amusement.

“Well aight then, go head ladies,” Reed’s face of mild shock finally split into a shit-eating grin. “Just make sure you come up for air once an’ awhile.”

Kino belted the laugh she’d been holding in. “Duly noted – I’ll try to remember, but no promises. Do me a favor and try not to spread this all over the ship,” she asked with a sarcastic edge, knowing it was going to happen anyway – or probably already had.

Reed threw his meaty paws up in the air in placation. “Ain’t nobody seen nothin’,” he frowned dramatically, then turned his attention back to the PADD in his hand with a heave of one massive shoulder. “Don’t even know y’all. How’d you get in here anyway,” he added in a chuckle.

“Atta boy,” Kino smirked and nodded, then tightened her hold on Rieka’s waist and pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her temple. “And if you borrow my tools you better put ‘em back,” she warned him teasingly, to which he held up two fingers with his own smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, but if you’re not back in three weeks – they’re mine,” he shrugged. “Thems the rules, I don’t make ‘em up.”

Kino just laughed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Be good,” she waved at him, then tugged Rieka towards the door. “Shall we,” she grinned, eager to get them to where they both wanted to be, and maybe take a shower – then settle down and spend some quality time together – or honestly whatever Rieka wanted.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [0823 hrs] Starships Aplenty
Last post by tongieboi -
[ Ensign Joseph Adams |Holodeck 03 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Pierce ]

"Lost in time, eh? That sounds like an interesting story. You'll have to tell it sometime?"

He suggested with a smile before he took a final look at the uniform he was about to wear.


Joe was first out of his own alcove, but by no means did that mean he was fast. He'd taken his sweet time adjusting the collar of his uniform so it didn't chafe quite so much. Still, like her, there was a more metaphorical weight on his shoulders the second he clipped shut his jacket over his shoulder. This was an important age for Starfleet, not in small part due to the people in it.

In an operations uniform (Old habits die hard after all), his scarlet uniform, instead of the white collar and iconography of command, sported a more beige colour. Joe couldn't, however resist inflating his rank. Just a bit. Bearing the insignia of a Lieutenant Commander on the shoulder strap that held his jacket over his uniform.

Even if he hadn't given himself a slight leg up on his rank, he still had a distant feeling that he was some sort of Imposter, or a child playing dress-up, rather than a Starfleet Officer. This was identical to the uniform his grandfather had worn, save for the division colours. He could almost see him now, battling Klingons, discovering new life. A rush of stories from his memory filled his minds eye, alongside his child self’s imaginative recreations of these events.


Shaking himself out of his own thoughts as he stepped out of his changing room, he smoothed down the uniform. Soon turning to Lauren at the sound of her voice, asking for his opinion.

"Very retro. Cool."

He replied, grinning. He was always a sucker for the classics, almost as much as he was for an Enterprise.

"It matches your hair."

He noticed, gesturing to the bright red uniform she was now sporting, then her locks.

“What about me?”

He asked, even giving her a small twirl so she could take in the entire uniform, despite the fact that they were wearing the same thing.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Last post by tongieboi -
[Ens. Joseph Adams | Public Baths | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @AbsintheDeux @joshs1000

The bluntness of her offer both surprised and aroused him. And it had now caused a small twitch in his trunks. The situation alone had been enough to tempt him. Such a direct start was only making it easier. A small laugh fell from his lips before glancing at Dominic. Admittedly though, his attention had been captured by the direct question.

"Yes, foreplay..."

He replied with a small chuckle. She was certainly right about that. A little something to set the three of them at ease and turn them on. Something that would definitely be needed if there was an extra participant.

Of course he was going to accept, but he was wondering whether it would be easier if Artimis worked her way up to his companion, or dove straight into the larger (likely in both aspects) male. Not to mention how she'd handle the delicate balance of pleasing both of her partners.

He might not have had a threesome but he was more than familiar with the idea. Besides, pornography didn't count!

"I'm more than happy to accept that offer, How about you Dom?"

He now once again turned to the Kzinti.

"I assume you'd like to start fraternising there too?"

He asked with a slight smirk at referencing his earlier words. A curious brow raised as he awaited an answer. This would certainly be fun if nothing else.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [D01|0925] Mindbuggery Of The Highest Order
Last post by Griff -
[Lieutenant Alistair Leavitt | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy ] Attn. @Dumedion

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I should've had more coffee.

That was the idle musing of Alistair as he looked at the brain scan, processing Arven's explanation with growing unease. It made a horrifying kind of sense. He replayed his brief time on the Relativity, wondering if he'd missed something, but nothing made sense.

"After Betazed," Alistair said quietly, gazing emptily at the screen, "after I was cured of the Niga virus, I was...I mean, I was in bad shape. Really bad shape. The EMH didn't want to let me go, but I was the only one who could decrypt the data, so Captain Kantri overrode him. After we figured out where Starfleet had retreated to, though, I ordered the team to get some sleep, and I stayed in Stellar Cartography. I just...I don't know what I was doing. I kept looking up stuff. The Borg attacking everywhere, the fleets getting ripped apart. The panic. The death. It was like...like I was trying to distract myself from the trauma of getting raped by sort of...immersing myself in another nightmare. Watching the Federation die, watching billions of people die. When Commander Cak found me, I was in pretty bad shape."

Alistair finally looked at Arven, his eyes dull. "Now you're telling me that my brain was altered without my consent. I know that I should be okay with that. It's a good thing. It meant that I could help save Qo'nos, that I can do things now to help others. It doesn't feel right, though. It's like a violation. I can't even properly grieve for everyone who died on the Eclipse. If Enyd dies tomorrow, I don't know if I could grieve for her, or anyone else."

He paused for a long moment. "Can you reverse it?"
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Director's Cut / [2374] USS Hamburg: Meditate on the Way of the Targ
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
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USS Hamburg; Near Aldus Prime | 2374 | Holodeck 2

“No! Do it again!” the same growl that had been bothering her for the past three hours. Sweat trickled down her back, collected in the small of it and made her pants feel like they fit wrong. Her shoulders and arms shone with the wet leaking out of her pores.

“The fuck do you mean again?” Kath complained before feeling a meaty fist box her ear.

“Again! Your form is wrong!” her ‘teacher’ for lack of a better word answered.

The holodeck was stifling. They were nearing the end of their hours that had been reserved for it. The first hour had consisted of a spar that Kath was still not sure her pride would ever recover from. To say nothing of the fact her back was sore from getting dropped to the floor more times than she could count.

Honestly, if she had been hit with Klingon painstiks she would probably not be in as much… well, pain.

Panting softly, Kath wiped her face of sweat.

“This isn’t fucking fair and you know it! I don’t have your stamina!” Kath argued further.

Shaking her head, the Klingon hybrid that towered over Kath by about six inches reached out and smacked Kath’s thigh, forcing it into the right position for the Mok’Bara form Kath was learning.

“I could have done that myself if you had said so,” Kath grumbled, wiggling her toes against the cool floor of the holographic gym.

“Yet you did not,” NuQach pointed out. She then folded her arms across her chest, making her biceps ripple slightly.

One could be forgiven for thinking Kath might be attracted to her friend. NuQach certainly had all of the physical qualities Kath looked for in a significant other, but their relationship was strictly platonic. But she did sometimes get distracted by NuQach’s musculature.

“You are the worst teacher,” Kath accused. That just made the Klingon hybrid grin, showing sharp teeth that matched the Klingon side of her in addition to the sagittal crest that was actually rather impressive for a half-Klingon. Not that Kath would actually say that.

“You went through ATT and you’re mad about how I teach Mok’Bara?” NuQach asked, laughing softly.

“They use their words in ATT far more than you do!” Kath replied, swinging her fist lazily at the taller woman. But NuQach wasn’t about to let her get away with that. She reached up and snatched Kath’s fist out of the air and then sent one foot (blessedly bare of shoe or boot) at Kath’s knee, making it buckle. Kath hit the floor, groaning. Fuck.

“Mok’Bara is not about words it is about beating your enemy into submission!” NuQach answered, with Kath mouthing the last half of her words as she had heard it many, many times by that point. But wasn’t that just like a Klingon? Everything was about being better than your opponent, better than a friend.

Huffing, Kath got back up then took a few steps back away from her friend. Her feet slid easily into place in the Third Form that NuQach was trying to teach her. Her arms rose and she let her fingers spread and curl, as if about to claw an enemy.

“See? You can do it. You know how to do it, you’re just staying too far into your head!” NuQach said. “You want everything to be perfect it makes you imperfect. You second guess yourself, that’s why your legs weren’t in the right position. Your body knows these forms. Let it slide into them.”

Kath shook her head a little bit as if in denial before she was sliding into the next form. Then the next. She knew that muscle memory was a thing. She knew she had to let her body memorize the forms she was shown. But her training did not let her just turn her brain off and let her body go through the motions.

But her friend knew that. Half the arguments were for the sheer fact that NuQach was trying to teach Kath to just let her body do the work and stop thinking all the damn time.

Kath was just finishing getting into Form 7 when a klaxon rang out.

Yellow Alert. Get to duty stations.

"Guess I'm not getting that shower I wanted," Kath remarked, swiping up her water from the floor while NuQach did the same with hers.

"You'll still smell a fair sight better than Lt. Fields," NuQach pointed out as they left the holodeck. It sent Kath into almost-hysterics. They both were still in their workout uniform but yellow and red alerts did not allow them the luxury of getting changed.


USS Hamburg | Vulcan Border | 2374 | Transporter Room 1

The tactical vest fit like a fucking glove and Kath found herself so damn pumped even if logically she should be nervous. The Dominion War had exploded hot, but Kath was in her element. She was twenty-eight years old and had had plenty of experiences since being that fresh-faced Ensign at the ass-end of the Federation-Cardassian war. Going through ATT, getting training as a spook (thank you, Pav), she was ready for whatever came her way.

Kath glanced over at NuQach who was in her version of 'the zone'. Her fingers curled tight around her phaser rifle, a snarl on her face that made her look very fearsome and mad at everyone. But her eyes were focused on nothing. She was, in a way, using Mok'Bara to prepare herself for the fight ahead.

"Qapla'?" Kath asked as they stood on the transporter pad together.

"Qapla'!" NuQach replied after a short pause. Success. They would succeed. They had to. And then the transporter beams had the small squad of Starfleet officers in their grip and they disappeared from the pad in a sparkle of gold light.

Vulcan Border | 2374 | Evac #47475

The first thing Kath noticed when she appeared on the ground was the fact that things were too quiet. There should have been a lot of noise after the SOS had been sent out. Where were the Jem'Hadar? The Starfleet officers on the ground? Everyone awaiting evac in general?

Kath shared a glance with NuQach and then looked at the rest of her squad. She got shrugs. The Hamburg had detected COMMbadges down here, so there had to be Starfleet somewhere. But comms had not gotten through to whoever might be down here and without being sure that the person attached to the COMMbadge was actually Starfleet there would be no transporter locks and pulling up.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / USS Theurgy: What If: Climbing Mt. Olympus [Holodeck]
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
Everyone remembers their training, right? All those miles up and all those miles down? What about climbing them? All are welcome to prove their mettle.

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USS Theurgy | 1400 hrs | Holodeck 1

Kath lifted her head but she could not see the top of the mountain from her position so very down below at the base of it. Her fingers twitched at her sides. And then she looked down at her belt where she kept the pouch of climbing chalk and then tapped her climbing shoes on the ground. She rolled her shoulders and felt the sleeveless Starfleet issued shirt move with her.

//Attention: Holodeck safeties are in place but free soloing is not advised.\\

Yeah, yeah. Tell me more, holodeck computer, Kath thought to herself. Lieutenant Katherine MacFarlane would have taken the safeties offline if she did not believe that it would send an alert to the XO or even the Captain. Taking off the holodeck safeties was a no-no, even if she was perfectly convinced she did not need the holodeck equivalent of bumper bars. But, at least if she fell, it would still hurt like a motherfucker and there was a likelihood of still being able to break a bone or pull a muscle. Even if she turned the program off, her body would still hit the floor. She knew that from previous holodeck romps on other ships.

But she had gotten good at climbing. Better than good! She had, after all, slowly worked her way up to free soloing instead of the typical free climbing or the more well-known aid climbing.

Maybe she should have chosen scuba diving for her day's recreation? But then she was sure the computer would warn her about diving too far down (when she was perfectly qualified to dive hundreds of meters). At least you couldn't fall when you were in the water. (Unless you were of the mind that one was always falling when they were in water.) She did one day want to try out another beach holoprogram and see how her newest surfboard stood up to holographic waves. But for now... rock climbing.

Rubbing her hands together along with a handful of chalk, she kept her eyes on the prize. But she also glanced over her shoulder to where the arch had been a few minutes ago. She had sent an almost ship-wide invitation to join her in the holodeck for some recreational climbing with the possibility of paragliding once at the top (she had carefully made sure the invite did not reach the Captain or the First Officer but she was sure people would talk and it would reach the ears of her superior officers eventually but it wasn't like she was breaking any rules). That was what really got her heart pumping was jumping off the mountain she had just fucking climbed. (There had also been an offer of food and drink once at the top which she would have transported into the holodeck once she got to the top.)

She wondered, idly, who would prove to be the same breed of daredevil she was in climbing a mountain without equipment to speak of to protect you in case your hand slipped?

And maybe if she got enough of an interest in her little leisure pursuit, she would be able to offer the idea of climbing Separate Reality. (She had done it for the first time on the Hamburg. And fallen. And gotten laughed at by her peers which actually made her start laughing because she had known she was not quite experienced enough for it yet but tried anyway.)
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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
Last post by Hans Applegate -
[ LCpl Knox | Bravo Base | Gila DN6 | Imperium Frontier Space ]ATTN: @Ellen Fitz

Knox, with a few less grenades now, sat at the back of the transport shuttle. The rear ramp was open as the shuttle did a slow banking turn over the camp. The scene unfolding below them was unbelievable. Dead bodies were all over the place. What looked like naked or very scantly clade women roamed around with pistols and other light weapons, shooting anything that moved.

Sobel was saying something. He sounded like a little bitch. His voice was cracking in fear and he was trying to order the pilot to do something. Knox just ignored him and glanced at Hirek. They had their work cut out for them. Knox just wanted Sobel out of the way.

That is when Knox heard the pilot say, “I understand what you are ordering Sir! I am simply saying that we don’t have the fuel to do that! We cannot make for orbit on empty tanks.” That gave Knox an idea. With a wink at Hirek, Knox got up and walked towards the cockpit where Sobel was exasperatedly trying to pull rank on physics and getting nowhere.

“Sir!’ Knox started in, “We need fuel and you are too valuable to let out of the shuttle. You might be the highest ranking person left on the planet at this point. Stay in the shuttle and use the shuttle's comms and try to contact our cruiser in orbit. Have a few of the snipers cover your position by climbing onto the top of the shuttle. The others can refuel the ship. Hirek and I will go for the weapons locker in the armory next to the LZ, and see if we can get some better firepower to fight with. We may need more weapons to keep you alive, Sir.”

Knox had no idea if that plan would even work. If it did he and Hirek had a ticket off this planet. If it didn’t and Sobel’s shuttle was overrun, then they were on their own without his incompetence dragging them down. Either way it was a win in Knox’s mind.

Sobel, being the coward that he is, immediately perked up at the idea of not having to leave the shuttle. It helped that the pilot repeated, “We are out of fuel Sir! I need to set it down!”

“Ok! Fine! Land near the fuel pumps!” He pointed to the fueling area of the LZ for the pilot who needed no directions about where to land for a refueling. Turning to head back into the main compartment of the shuttle Sobel barked orders. “Snipers! I want you all to climb on to the roof of this shuttle the moment we land. You will provide 360 degree coverage while the crew refuels this bird.” Looking at Hirek Sobel continued. “Knox and Hirek are going to the weapons locker with my command key card to draw whatever heavy weapons are still there. We may need the extra firepower.” He handed Knox the command key that would open any door in the armory.

When the shuttle touched down Knox left the back ramp at a full sprint for the Armory, with Hirek right on his heels. He had a golden ticket. A once in a lifetime opportunity. In his possession was a key card that would open any door in the armory with an officer's emergency clearance. And there would be no paperwork to follow up with what he took!

Just then, the command center, across the FOB from them, started to rumble. The ground shook a little. That area had been a hot bed of laser and bead rifle fire on the way in. Now the weapons fire stopped and a cloud of dust and smoke filled the area. Then fire…And slowly the oval shaped command center started to lift off the ground. It was a command evacuation. A black mark on any commanders record to be sure, but always an option to prevent a general from being captured by an enemy. The commander had given up and was leaving this planet for orbit. Was it that bad? A sense of dread set in as Knox watched the shiny oval lift up powered by several flaming thrusters pushing it ever heavenward. A wall of dust was heading their way. Knox darted to the closest cover. A stack of crates at the edge of the LZ. They were still 100 yards from the Armory but needed to let the brownout clear before sprinting the rest of the way, as hurricane force winds pummeled them.

Knox turned to Hirek and yelled over the dust blizzard, “Sobel must be shitting himself right now! The commander is bailing and heading for orbit to leave us here!”

When the torrent of wind subsided and the command center was little more than a shiny speck racing to orbit, Knox got up and reached a hand out to help Hirek to his feet. In the haze left by the dust Knox could see a shape moving. Looking closely he could tell it was a female. Maybe she needed help and had been left too. He was about to say something when Hirek hit his shoulder and gestured for silence. He then remembered what was said before they got into the shuttle. Could it be that the Sexbots were now under the control of those aliens from earlier?

Hirek motioned to the armory and Knox nodded. He kept his bead rifle at the ready and moved towards their destination with purpose while keeping an eye out. As the dust settled, Knox looked back at the female he had seen to his right. She was about 5’4” with DD tits and blonde hair. The only thing she was wearing was a pink lace thong that didn’t really cover so much as accentuate her perfect ass. Yep! A sexbot. And it was holding a bead pistol. It turned to look at them when they were almost to the Amory. Instantly, it raised its pistol and started shooting at them.

Knox grabbed Hirek and they dove behind a dumpster. The metal rang out with a dozen high velocity impacts. Knox got up to one knee and returned fire to the center mass of his target as he was trained. The burst of fire struck the sexbot in her large fake tits. The fun bags danced and jiggled as the high-speed projectiles tore into the silicone. Then the sexbot kept shooting at them like nothing happened. “What!?” yelled Knox as he dove back into cover just in time. “What model is that one? Where is that bitch’s Processing Node?”

The sexbot with the perforated fun bags kept on firing at the dumpster they were crouched behind while walking towards them slowly. Her programming kept her walking in such a manner that caused her hips to sway in an exaggerated fashion with heavy heel falls to cause a nice bouncing jiggle with each step. But that processing node was not strong enough to have her know to conserve ammo. Soon, all 100 rounds were spent. Well, it wasn’t really that soon from Knox’s point of view being on the receiving end of that onslaught of fire.

Realizing that the sexbot was out of ammo Knox stood up and fired at her again but at closer range. A line of high velocity beads pulverized her face as Knox decided to end this fight with a long burst of fire straight at her head. Sparks flew and chunks of silicon and fake hair turned to small bits of debris mixing with the metal from her robot head as her circuitry and eye sensors were torn away in the hail of fire. Only a sparking metal stump with a few wires stuck up from her shoulders where her neck had been. With no head the sexbot started to walk around in circles idling pulling the trigger pointing in random directions, unable to lock onto a target but clearly not down for the count.

“What the hell man? How do we stop these bitches?” Knox looked to Hirek who just shrugged and then pointed.

Knox followed where he was pointing and saw a line of 6 more sexbots of various hair colors and skimpy outfits heading their way armed with rifles. All of them were busty and wearing high heels. 3 wore lingerie, 1 had on a lace bra and was bottomless, 1 had on a black thong and black thigh high boots and was topless, and the last one was fully nude, save for the high heels and the rifle.

The two men looked at the girls walking towards them appreciating the sight for a second until the girls in unison raised their rifles. “Fuck this!” Knox yelled as he and Hirek darted off to the armory a short sprint away from them leaving the headless sexbot to amble in circles as the 6 new sexbots made their way towards them.
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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: @TWilkins
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His examination completed, Lok made his way to leave Sickbay, the unsmashed PADD that Doctor Leux had given him tucked under his arm while draped over his other arm was the bath robe he was presumably supposed to wear. His mind however was still processing all that he had been told and perhaps reeling a bit from his outburst earlier that had resulted in damaged Starfleet property and a scolding from the sarcastic Doctor Leux. He didn’t really pay much mind to the ensign at the receptionist desk, who himself appeared to be too occupied with his own task to notice the large felinoid, as he made his way out the door and slowly down the corridor towards the turbolift.

Before reaching the double doors Lok remembered he would need to get his things out of storage, if they were still there that was. He stepped over to a nearby panel and tapped it to activate then asked, “Computer, location of personal effects and quarters, Lok, Avandar, Chief Petty Officer, Flight Operations?” The computer buffered for a moment then responded in a voice that was unfamiliar to Lok, another thing that they had changed, that gave him a fleeting moment of melancholic nostalgia of the old computer voice that he had known for so long, now that was gone too. “The personal effects of Chief Petty Officer Lok are located on Deck 14, Section 9, Enlisted Crewman’s Storage; Personal Quarters are located on Deck 13, Section 21, room 1321-8 Alpha.”

Of course they have it on a different deck on the complete opposite side of the ship, Lok internally griped, I might as well just transport the things over there. He of course had no intention of doing so, something he always prided himself on was the ability to know his way around a ship by memory without the need to consult a schematic, though on further inspection of the schematic that the computer was displaying this ship was certainly quite huge. He hadn’t had much chance to look around when he first came on board owing to the whole battle and being put on ice, so now he had to make up for six months of lost time.

Satisfied he knew where he was going, Lok stepped into the turbolift. “Deck 14, Section 9”, he commanded, and the lift responded with a chirp indicating it acknowledged the request but was holding for an approaching passenger. Lok actually heard the new addition before the doors opened, his ears perked up to the sound of a singing voice. The doors then swished back open to reveal that same ensign he had seen earlier, a young man of fairish complex with spots that looked like that of a Trill but clearly were not. The young officer seemed oblivious to Lok as he stepped into the lift, still singing a song that the Kzin had never heard of before; he sounded nice, though Lok wasn’t the best judge, he only ever sang karaoke when drunk and his accent usually left popular songs butchered in his wake. Lok was going to let the ensign continue but the volume of the singing was such that it was obvious the young man thought he was alone so Lok gently cleared his throat to make his own ample presence known.

The singing suddenly stopped. If the young man was to turn around he would certainly be greeted with a bit of an odd sight. A hulking Kzinti, nearly a half a meter taller than him, in an ill fitting hospital gown, his furry rump hanging out the back and pressed against the wall of the turbolift he had leaned against, his tail swishing about showing his curiosity.in the situation. “I mean I guess I could do that but I’m not sure that would be appropriate, sir”, Lok says with a smirk, acknowledging the last lyric that the ensign had sung.
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Main OOC Board / Re: Main OOC Thread
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
I've really got nothing else going on. If anyone wants to write w/ Sangtew' and Kath in the Meeting of Heroes and Villains, feel free. Sangtew' isn't going to be a permanent NPC.

I'm also available for some non-canon threads and such. (Or, again, there's the possibility for running into Kath at her 4 other previous postings as well as her Academy days).

She grew up in San Francisco because her father is a high ranking Starfleet officer posted at HQ. Kath is: 35 years old. A veteran of the Federation-Cardassian War and the Dominion War. A 'retired' spook (you never truly retire from that life). She was on board the Republic for her cadet cruise, then as an official officer of Starfleet: Deep Space 18, Starbase 36, the USS Augusta, and the USS Hamburg (all 4 are things I really just made up but like they aren't forbidden as previous postings or even just someone dropping by one of the bases for whatever. I plan to add them to the wiki eventually). I've tried to give plenty of chances to have encounters with her in the past for a number of reasons. (Unfortunately being 35 when the average seems to be at least five years younger I can't help.) See dossier for more (in signature).

Unfortunately Kath literally just came aboard for Ep.2 Chapter 3 and her first real interaction with people aboard the Theurgy itself canon-wise is the party thread.


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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day1|1900hrs] Show us what you got!
Last post by Krajin -
[ Dominic Winters | Holodeck 3 | Vector 2 | Deck 21 | The Ranger ATTN: @Dumedion @Pierce

Dominic happily continued along with their trip up until Tessa shot ahead and vanished off their sensors for a moment, then something began to manifest on the sensor net. At first, it appeared to be an anomaly up until his sensors tagged what it was. His ears pinned against his head momentarily as the Borg Cube was recognized. Was this bitch crazy? God damn Borg cube! Something Tessa confirmed when she comm’d them with that strange, multifaceted voice that all Borg used.

I’m not engaging a Borg cube with another Fighter. Dominic frowned as he recalled their tests on the Thunderball about engaging the Borg. Fighters could handle the Probes with the right load out, spheres were playing with fire and a 50/50 chance. But a cube? It’d be like farting at a Hurricane. “You’re a pretender..” He commented quietly and pushed his throttle to keep up with Shadow. If anyone was to watch his vitals they’d see them settle to a strangely calm demeanor that one would associate with most Kzint warriors. “Wolf 10, we are engaging the Borg.” His voice was smooth, calm and collected.

Atlas was about to speak and call in some reinforcements for this fight when Shadow did it for him, though what she brought him was everything. Was this a fear reaction? As the sim glitched as she overrode the safeties and forced it to manifest every single ship that had faced the Borg. It's not a smart move. Desperation. Terror. Yes. He took a deep breath in and then exhaled as he began to evade incoming green tractor beams as the cube attempted to get a lock on him. He had a feeling that Goldy-Borg over there might be in on the comm channels but decided to try this anyway. Responding over the private channel “She knows your skills as a pilot, she will know your tricks. I hear some individuality still in there with how she says 'I'. Lets play into it, lull her into a false sense of security with that. I got a trick in mind to overcome the adaptability without relying on the shredder guns. I'll prime two quantum torpedoes for airburst and play some chicken. When they detonate the blast waves should throw her off. If we pull it off, you come in for the kill.” He wondered if Shadow knew what chicken was, or if Goldeneye did.


Atlas was going to lean into playing down his skills as a pilot to try and get her into that false sense of security as well if she chose to target Dominic. All the while he would continue to evade just enough to try and keep her shots to misses or glancing hits. All he needed was a little time. He quickly reprogrammed a pair of Quantum torpedoes with airburst capability rather than contact detonation for his surprise. The plan was simple, he needed to get her into a game of chicken and lean into that crazy this lady had. Then, initiate a micro-warp jump and veer his fighter off to the side. Whilst a few seconds just before the jump initiates, fire the torpedoes and use the energy charge of the jump to mask their firing. If all went to plan she would get caught by one or both of the Quantum torpedo shockwaves which would throw her fighter into a spin. Allowing Shadow to swoop in and deliver the killing blow!


((Edited to fix some issues and make it read better.))
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