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Everyone give a big welcome to @TWilkins, who is returning to the sim after a long absence with our new Chief CONN Officer!

  Ens. Sylvain Llewellyn-Kth                                     Chief CONN Officer

- Writer: @TWilkins

Ensign Sylvain Llewellyn-Kth was the Chief CONN Officer serving aboard the USS Bowman, a support vessel tasked with aiding Federation colonies along the border of Talarian space. When the Bowman was unexpectedly recalled in 2381, and redeployed to support Task Force Archeron, Sylvain was contacted by an old colleague of his mother’s, Rear Admiral Joseph Anderson, as part of a covert initiative to recruit capable Officers for the renegade starship, the USS Theurgy. The Admiral was concerned that if Sylvain was targeted by the Infested, his unique precognitive capabilities could be put to devastating use against the Theurgy’s efforts to prevent all out war. This and Sylvain’s exemplary, if not brief, service record, made him a suitable candidate to join the USS Theurgy Crew.

Sylvain will arrive during Episode 2. Our current Chief CONN Officer, Chief Warrant Officer Larrant, has been having technical issues with his pod. With the arrival of an experienced officer, he will make the decision to step down and return to his role as a navigational specialist.

Welcome aboard!


Welcome to Ellen's fourth character, Ehfva Feynri!

  Ehfva Feynri                                                             Civilian

- Writer: @Ellen Fitz

Vulpinian civilian Ehfva Feynri was onboard the USS Cayuga when it came under attack from the Savi Scion forces. Ehfva, her mate Intelligence Chief Petty Officer Keokuk, and the entire Cayuga crew were held captive by the Savi near the Hobus Star, where most met the same fate as their captain of being recycled by the Scions. She remained a tormented hostage, waiting for rescue! Ehfva has already entered the story in Chapter 4, The Remains of a Crew! If she survives her ordeal, Ehfva will return with the away team on the Erudite and arrive on the Theurgy at the end of the episode.

Welcome aboard!


As you might have noticed, we're very excited about killing off some NPCs during this episode! They sit around, take up space, breathe our air, and generally get in the way of new player characters. Everyone is welcome to take someone out in a blaze of glory! However, before you kill any established NPC, be it a former PC who's player left or an NPC who's always been an NPC, you must ask permission from the GMs.

Some of the NPCs have plot armor.

If you'd like to request a suit of armor (mage armor, death ward, full plate, etc.) for an NPC, you can ask one of the GMs!
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 S [ Day 1 | 1200hrs ] ALL ABOARD the Crazy Train!
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[Conference Lounge | Deck 8 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] ATTN: @Ellen Fitz‍ 

For the first time, Kath seemed... not rattled but also not smug or dismissive. The record was what it was and yet... and yet. There was something there, a haunting in her soul. She had gotten off a lot better than many of the people she had served with, and it still settled over her at the most awkward of times. How to explain? The feeling was complicated. But her face only flashed from its calm for a split second and then it was like nothing had changed at all.

"Indeed. I keep them in the box they came in, in a drawer. They make a lot of noise in there when the ship shakes," she said, clearly joking but also not lying. "Half of them are wrong place right time," she added, and there was something in her voice that couldn't be exactly pinpointed. "I am who I am. If it wasn't me, it would be someone else with the same ribbon rack." Honestly, at this stage of her life she had been content to be in the background, sinking in her hours and just being the best Starfleet officer she could be. So she could have a dossier that wasn't considered exceptional just because her father was who he was. She wasn't a glory hound, and that had kept her in many peoples' good graces, as paradoxical that might sound. 

Her fingers drummed on her arms as she kept them folded politely on the tabletop. Kath didn't much like to talk about that part of her dossier. She did what she was told, what was right and she got rewarded with scars and a pretty little ribbon, and a story she never told except if she was so far into the bottle that she was on the floor (which was, honestly, a relative rarity; in fact she couldn't remember when she had been well and truly drunk). But then, the scars thing was entirely her fault for her thought process about them.

A pause then a chuckle, shrugging her shoulders. She didn't find herself as the teaching type, wasn't sure she actually had the temperament. Being on an even keel in the thick of it was one thing. Being able to sit and teach someone how to fire a phaser without flinching every time it did as it was told... But, monkey see monkey do. Maybe. Her age combined with experience that tended to be equivalent to someone far older than she was, meant she was not unaccustomed to taking some under her wing accidentally. "I'm not sure you'd want to make that my official reason for walking the corridors, but it's unavoidable they'll learn. In some way.

"Much appreciated. Standard is fine, but I'm sure I could actually translate some of it into Ferengi." Very little of it, but some. Her arms unfolded and she brushed a hand along the side of her head that was cropped extremely short to where it was almost a buzz. She liked the sensation of the hair there on her palm and it helped her think. "I'll be sure to add it to the database if I do," another joke. A computer could easily do the same thing with less man hours devoted to the task. But then, linguistics was her thing

"I guess it's a good thing I'm not planning to dress to the nines for this little get together." Look at her so cleverly referring to an earlier topic and flashing a smile wide enough for her canine teeth to be seen properly. "Yeah... If I had my druthers I would not have Klingons in the same room as Romulans, especially on a space-faring vessel." It was, as her mother would say: Muy mal. Very bad. "Martok's always had issues when it comes to him being Chancellor. Why should now be any different when a pledge of assistance is needed? I'll keep my ears out." And hopefully another war doesn't start right in front of the dinner table. She wouldn't ever consider herself an expert on either Klingon or Romulan politics, but she had heard much both from NuQach and channels that officially she had never been monitoring in the first place. (And yes she did make the connection of talking about Ferengi a few moments ago then making a crack about ears.) She wasn't nearly as familiar with the Romulan side of things. She would have to do a quick review before things got started in earnest. 

She pulled her arms back with a soft sound of fabric against polished wood as she sat up straighter in her seat, felt the scar across both of her shoulder blades stretch and ripple. "I assume there's been no specific chatter of possible trouble on either front. Just a general sensation? Anyone specifically I should try to keep my eye on?"

Kath's head canted slightly, studying the tabletop for a moment. "'preciate it. But, I don't actually have a firm preference. I'm fine with any duty shift. I was on Gamma at my last posting. My sleep schedule has always been flexible," she half-lied. She'd always been a night owl, when night actually meant something, anyway. But she would take any shift given and make no complaints. Because now wasn't the time for them. And she was telling the truth about being understanding if she got the shitty shifts by being new boots in the corridors. She could do Alpha, just make sure she's loaded up with coffee-and-chicory. But Delta? Delta was still plenty late at night. Delta still sucked for many people but not her. "Delta's fine." More than
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH. 3 S [Day 01 | 1315] Seeding Unknown Soil
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[ PO1st Artimis Saugn | Arboretum| Deck 22 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] @Ellen Fitz

Now alone in the massive area, Artimis could not help but frown. She had aspired to get in contact with a higher-up officer and instead had made contact with a group of lower-ranking officers. She wasn't sure if that really aided in her assignment or not. Her Masters had been unspecific on the topic of friend and relationships, but she was told to blend in and not to stand out. She was designed to obey the traditional social graces and be polite and courteous, but it was in the name of her mission.

She wondered if she was even allowed to make friends or even find a lover. She was trained to handle sexual situations should they arise, she was meant to be passive and let the other take the lead. She was meant to obey. She knew it put her at some risk, but it also kept her safe from certain risks as well. She was not combatant and not physically strong enough to win most fights, her design was to manipulate, survive, and follow her directive.

She walked the paths of the garden-like area and paused to smell the flowers as she mused over her purpose and her Master's intentions. She found herself gazing at a magenta flower, its petals nearly the same color as the petal-like filaments that made up her hair. It was not so different from her, only a minor quirk of a strange planet's evolution caused her species to come into being and the long complex process that created her was the result of so many other things that had to happen first. She was a flower that had gone down a very different path...

She shook herself and looked around, realizing that she had been intently staring at a flower for too long to be normal.

She let out a soft laugh and turned to head toward the nearest turbolift. She had things to do and needed to get ready for a social event later, something that promised to be very interesting indeed.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [15:30 hrs,] Once Upon the Island
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[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Pirate vessel qu'DuHSum | BIQ'a'bIng Ocean | Unnamed Island | Qo’Nos] Attn: @P.C. Haring

“Yes, I understand.”

Cross’ eyes narrowed as he watched Hathev leave to search the rest of the ship. There was a new edge in her voice that matched the new firmness in the lines of her face and the quality of her movements. She’d admitted to dispensing of the Klingon pirate captain in a fashion that had been far less logical and borderline emotional.

Despite her request that he remain nude, Cross still prowled about the cabin until he found a loose-fitting tunic and a pair of trousers that, while they’d need a belt, would work. Nearby, he likewise found a pair of boots and socks. Satisfied that they wouldn’t be putting into port with him entirely in the nude, Cross padded on silent steps over to the port side window. The sea was calm, a welcome change to the chaos they’d just lived through, and the weather seemed to promise fair seas for the remainder of their journey. Cross knew better than to trust the weather or his luck, so he made a mental note to see if the ship had any weather scanners they could use to prepare for the worst and if it would come for them after all.

There was no telling if the surviving pirates had comrades still lurking out here they could contact to get a second go at them. Just as there was no telling if other unsavory things were lurking above or below the waves between here and port. As much as Cross desired Hathev, and a part of his mind and body burned at the thought of resuming their intimate caresses, there were still so many unknowns about their circumstances. Before he could get to the business of thoroughly fucking her the way they both wanted him to, Cross knew he’d need to dot all their survival i’s and cross all their safety t’s.

Then there was also the emotions business.

Cross replayed some of the conversations between them from before the Klingons attacked, then fast-forwarded through the action sequences of their harrowing escape. Again, there was something about the clipped manner of her voice when she’d spoken of the captain that tripped the wire in his mind. It reminded him of the mind meld that’d gotten them into this mess of a sort. Not that being with Hathev was a mess but…

Cross groaned. Even in his own mind, he was an expert at digging holes in regards to romantic, intimate thoughts.

Hearing her footsteps on the wooden planks, Cross pushed away from the window and returned to the bed. Instead of lying down, he perched on the end of the bed and quickly caught her gaze when she re-entered the room.

“You asked me to guide you through your connection with your emotions, Hathev.” He patted the mattress beside him. “And what we just went through, what you went through while I was unconscious, merits a conversation before we get back under the sheets.”
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 S [ Day 1 | 1200hrs ] ALL ABOARD the Crazy Train!
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[ Cmdr. Cross | Conference Lounge | D. 8 | V. 2 | USS Theurgy ] ATTN: @JacenSoloDjo

Cross snorted at her ‘trenches’ comment. “Yes, lieutenant, I am well aware of your time in the trenches. Not to trivialize the reality behind the awards, but I must say, it's a good thing our medals don’t clink and jingle in this era, or else anytime you wore your full dress regs, they’d hear you coming a parsec away.” He glanced over her shoulder a moment to note whether there was someone else at the door waiting to be seen, then returned his full attention to MacFarlane. “I am always thankful when veterans join our ranks. Though many have been battle hardened through the shit we’ve had to live through, there are still more than a few onboard who struggle with the reality of our circumstances and could do well with more ‘trench time’ mentors like yourself.”

As MacFarlane spoke, adding in requests and inquires, Cross picked up his personal PADD and keyed in instructions.

“The technical manuals and the systems changes have been forwarded to the console in your quarters. Call me distracted by our upcoming vector separation, but the information is merely in Federation standard. Maybe after our mission, I could find an illegal Ferengi translation for you to chew on.” Setting the PADD back down, Cross took a deep breath. “Your history with the Klingons was one reason why I assigned you to remain with the Helmet. I believe your expertise will assist the negotiations. And as we are both well aware, neither the Klingons nor the Romulans have a stellar history of approaching the negotiation table without a few disgruntled members seeking to double-cross the leaders or sabotage the negotiations as a whole. We’ve already been given some indication that all is not peachy among Martok’s forces, and undoubtedly, the same will ring true for Donatra. Your unique skills will help keep the balance in favor of mission success.”

Her question regarding the shift had Cross glancing back at the PADD momentarily. “We are operating on four shifts right now to keep everyone as alert and ready as possible. You are on the Delta shift right now, but I can make a note if you’d prefer the Gamma shift.”
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1857 hrs] Expectations
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[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Arboretum Cafe | D. 20 | V. 3 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] Attn: @joshs1000

The Vulcan gave a nod of understanding. “Our youth galvanizes us in one way or another.” He pushed away from the back of his chair, dropping his elbows on the table to lean closer. “When people find out I was created by Cardassian scientists in a lab whose purpose was to create hybrid super soldiers, they automatically assume I hate Cardassians.” He snorted. “Truth is, I was young enough at the time and knew nothing else but the Cardassians in a caretaker role. When the Bajoran prisoners rebelled and killed all the Cardassians, broke into the lab, and likewise killed the older Cardassian guard who’d been like a drunk uncle figure to my lab sister and I, well, suffice to say I have found it far more difficult to reconcile my disquiet around hyper-vigilant and religious Bajorans than any Cardassian. It was the Bajorans who killed the guard and my sister, and if it weren’t for Starfleet personnel showing up right at the last, they would’ve killed me too.”

Cross gave Lok a reassuring smile of acknowledgment. “Though this is the first we’ve met, I have read over your file, and I believe you, Lok.” When the Kzin brought up the Vulcan fighting styles, he chuckled. “I practice sha’mura, among many other martial art forms. I was never keen on the meditation-style movements or the mind puzzles my mentors tried to get me to embrace while I was still a hybrid. Much preferred the ‘application’ style movements like sha’mura. But now that the Savi were ‘kind’ enough to make me a full-blooded Vulcan, I’ve had to explore the meditation shit to get a wrap on my new biochemistry.” He gave a nonchalant shrug. “What about you? Not so much, what style of fighting do you like, but what helps you relax and get out of ‘work mode?’”
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 5: And so it begins [ Day 1 | 1355 ]
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[PLt. Selena Ravenholm | Temporary Intel Suite | USS Allegiant | Romulus] attn: @Ellen Fitz @rae @Griff @Pierce @Dumedion @P.C. Haring

When everyone gathered together for the impromptu briefing, Selena just leaned up against a bulkhead and watched with a supremely casual attitude on her face capping off crossed arms and legs. The lack of decorum wasn’t any slight against Pierce (especially not with the Captain right over there), it was just the last bit of relaxation she’d probably get before having to dodge Tal Shiar with every other breath. It also gave her a chance to inspect the new flesh-wraps she’d had put over her limbs, one hand splayed out a little bit in front of her allowing for a close study of the color and texture. She’d gotten so used to the mechanical look that it felt weird looking at her own hand and seeing slightly tanned flesh, complete with hair instead of inorganic casing. Granted, it wouldn’t hold up to anything beyond the most cursory of scans, but if they were getting scanned to that level they were screwed irregardless of what her arms and legs were made of. Now if only my ears would stop itching… she hid a grimace at the minor discomfort there, there was nothing that could be done about it except to wait it out. Looking at all the other new ears that had sprouted up around the room Selena figured she wasn’t the only one dealing wit it.

Listening to Pierce, the cyborg’s pointed ears perked up at the news that someone had spotted them, she wondered how that had happened. The casualness of the announcement was surprising, but then Pierce had a good head, she probably already had a plan in mind to handle it. As the other woman continued it was clear that the rest of the mission was still on with only a few new developments to keep an eye on. That suited her, this meant things were going to be even more fun.

When Ives passed out the pills though…

Selena actually gulped at the thought of things getting that bad. The weight of this mission just came crashing down onto her chest. This wasn’t facing Starfleet Security if she tripped an alarm, or even somersaulting around oversized (and overpaid) Syndicate goons. With what they’re trying to pull, the Romans would shoot first and maybe get around to questions after sending a fleet to Earth. Her eyes locked onto the pouch and for several seconds just stared at it, everything around her fading into the black tunnel…
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: The (hopefully) Great Romulan Smash and Grab [Day 1 | 1800hrs ]
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[ Lieutenant Valyn Amarik | Romulan Space Station | Romulan Space ] Attn: [Show/Hide]
Valyn latched onto the hull near the hatch they had been inbound to, and motioned as many other members of the team over as she could, as not to break comms silence. The station was massive, and the sheer amount of debris, be it made by one of the peoples of the galaxy, or the stuff of stars - chunks of rock that flew past at terrifying speeds.

It wasn’t her first run in zero-g, hells the Tal-Shiar had sent her on a zero-G run into a Federation ship once. My, my how the tables had turned. Their own knife, pressed against their throat, one they’d forged over decades. She was motioning for someone to come and hack the door when she saw it, a shuttle…no, a ship. A fucking ship was careening towards the station at…well, considerable speed. Radio silence. She reminded herself quickly as she began to wave her arms, yep, as if that would do much good in the black void that was space. She pulled a grapple line from her suit and attached it to a maintenance hatch near the door before - BOOM. She couldn’t hear it obviously, but oh gods she felt it.

That station bucked like an angry bronco in distress in response to the Starship crashing into it. So much for a quiet entrance and…was that a Federation ship? Well…that complicated matters. She motioned over towards anyone that could see her, pointing at the door. She certainly wasn’t going to breach half-cocked and alone, by now the entire station would be on alert. It was going to be a fight from start to finish.

She was kicked from the station, the tether the only thing keeping her from drifting off into space, to slowly starve of oxygen and likely never be found again, and that tether was putting in WORK. It was tight, and Valyn could see the strain on the fibers as she screamed in her suit, trying to pull herself back in. She watched as a Patterson too bucked with the impact, but she hadn’t been able to tether in time. Valyn reached out, gripping her arm as tightly as she could. She had her, thank the gods she had her! Then…from the right a piece of Romulan bulkhead went screaming past, straight through the torso of Asra Tek.

“NO!” Valyn screamed to herself, comms off. Hells with that. She flicked the comm unit on, quickly trying to encrypt it, at least to buy them a little bit of time. “Tether to the station, or to each other! Tek is dead. Breach that fucking door!” She pulled herself in, letting Tek go, fingers sliding down the forearm of the now dead woman. There would be time to process later, now she had a mission, one that had just become infinitely more complicated. She held herself tight by the door, and pulled her rifle into a ready position, just waiting for the door to pop and take her shots at whatever waited within.
Main OOC Board / Re: Main OOC Thread
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -

So apparently Kath is an outlier with her Academy Class lmao but if anyone is interested in already having a connection w/ Kath pre-Theurgy please let me know. c: I'm so into that kind of thing.
Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [D01|0500] Sleep is overrated, coffee is king
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[LT Arven Leux | Jefferies Tubes | Deck 13 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @rae
Bleep, bleep, bleep.

Arven sighed, mostly to himself, and waited for the devices on the bed to sync up. His brows rose fractionally at Azrin's questions, but beyond a slight shift in weight from one foot to the other, the Doctor maintained his stoic, patient façade. “No. No. Nope,” he answered every question without hesitation in a dry, matter-of-fact tone – reasonably sure the engineer was attempting to tease him out of simple boredom – which was rather telling in and of itself. “Well, your tongue is a muscle, with veins and nerves and…,” he deadpanned, then ran a hand over his face instead of trying to talk over her. “Pretty sure it doesn’t matter where you stick yourself,” he sighed, shifting again, distracted by how sticky his skin felt. “Try an eyeball,” he deadpanned, then rolled his eyes. “Of course its been tested. Knock yourself out though,” he managed to smile almost pleasantly.

For someone who was so adamant about needing to be somewhere only moments ago, she seems awfully intent on wasting time with silly questions, Arven snorted. Nothing else seemed to hold Azrin’s attention for more than a few seconds, other than whatever flashy gizmo she seemed to be obsessed about in engineering.

 Hm, he blinked, musing.

The sudden idea to lock her in a holo program for total sensory deprivation dawned in his mind; just to see how quickly the engineer would lose her sanity. As intrusive thoughts went, Arven felt equal parts guilty and curious about it; of course he’d never do that…but it would be interesting and illuminating to observe the physical and psychological responses. After all, Azrin didn’t last over a minute in the ward without casting about for something to occupy her attention; which was oddly erratic, in an of itself. Of course, she’d probably find a way to hack the program or just find another tunnel to crawl into, a brow arched in annoyance. Better to just patch her up and send her on her way – maybe then I can get out of here and take a shower.

Arven glanced around the ward with a veiled frown of distain.No one enjoyed being here – the short list of hypochondriac crewmembers notwithstanding – so Arven didn’t begrudge Azrin for that; hell, he didn’t want her there either, if he was honest. He didn’t want anyone there; in a perfect world, he could spend his time doing what he felt he was best at – administrating – but what then would he administer? An empty hospital? No, he was a Doctor, for good or ill, and being a Doctor meant taking care of patients, even when they grated his nerves.

Still, he wondered how much of her fidgeting and lack of attentiveness was consciously driven or possibly a symptom of some neurological imbalance, or maybe Azrin was just too…extra.


Arven frowned at her next question and the confused expression on Azrin’s face, his train of thought interrupted. “You expressed disapproval in my manner earlier, and tried to kill me, so I’m offering you treatment options. Selfish self-preservation on my part,” he explained with a smile, then promptly nodded in agreement.

“Wonderful, this goes in there then,” he pointed at her nose, then wiggled the business end of a dermal regenerator up her nostril and hit a button with his thumb. “Hold that right there till it beeps,” he instructed, after the DTR whistled a merry tune. “Do try to hold it still.”

Arven turned around again  to finish calibrating it briefly, his back to her. Deep Tissue Regenerator, Patch. It’s a field dressing, essentially. Slower, a bit outdated, but it will suffice in your case,” Arven explained. Do engineers use acronyms, he wondered briefly, then shrugged. Probably just insufficient impulse control. Hm. May be something there to look into as well.

When he turned around, Arven flinched at the sight of Azrins attempt to undress, while comically trying to keep the regenerator in her nose. She obviously assumed he needed bare skin for the DTR, which of course was silly. He couldn’t help but smirk at her struggle, even as he started to stop her, but then changed his mind and just watched until she finished.

“What are you doing,” he frowned at her, then held up the bandage, complete with straps. It was clearly designed to work over clothing or other bandages. Arven sighed again, then pulled the regenerator out of her nose with a soft pluck just as it beeped to signal the end of its cycle. The Doctor casually flicked a string of red-tinted snot onto her overalls with a dismissive grunt before setting it aside.

Arven’s head tilted at her experimental request with a brow raised, then rolled his eyes quickly.  “Okay fine; tongue out, say ‘Ah’,” he requested flatly as he took the hypo. As soon as Azrin complied, Arven raised it just above the tip of her tongue. “Right, on three,” he sighed, then jabbed it into the thin vertical vein in the middle of her forehead instead. “Ta da,” Arven flashed a smile and twirled the hypo between his fingers. “Yay, science! Good fun,” he cheered sarcastically, then tossed the hypo onto the bed and grabbed the bandage wrap for her shoulder.

“Now then, if I put this on your skin the adhesive will cause some minor irritation when you peel it off…or…you can,” he waved at her, “pull yourself together. I didn’t tell you to take that off anyway, you know. Up to you - just giving options,” he explained casually, then scooped up the tricorder again to make a quick pass over her ratty, copper colored hair.

“Shampoo works, you know,” he muttered distractedly, blinking rapidly at the results.

“I’m also recommending a stimulant to keep you up and functional for the remainder of the day, or at least until the…whatever it is in engineering… is concluded,” he shrugged, still completely nonchalant. “Caffeine clearly isn’t doing enough, judging by the concentrations in your blood. Oh, before I forget,” he winced a little, “full disclosure, I took the liberty of informing Chief Arnold of your status while you were asleep, by the way.”

But Azrin’s attention had drifted off somewhere in the middle of his spiel, so Arven snapped his fingers to redirect her. “Hi there,” he smiled pleasantly. “Bandage – skin or clothes, and stims – yes or no,” he repeated slowly.
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