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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Ensign XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Ens. Zark) | Cardassia Prime] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

As Enyd walked out of the room to present Ontatt's conditions, Ensign Zark stayed back and kept an eye on the prisoner.  The eye was somewhat figurative as she mostly kept watch out the door to see what sort of deal Enyd was going to work on brokering.  Her focus was distracted when Ontatt spoke. "An absolutely fascinating creature that human." Zark was still sore over her beating and the one she'd just administered, so she turned and glared at the Cardassian.

Ontatt smiled at the blue skinned woman. "Still upset over your treatment?" He inquired in a smarmy tone. "It really is unprofessional of you, it was just business. There was nothing personal in it." He continued in tones of profound indifference. Zark's teeth ground against each other and she crossed her arms under her chest and turned back to the facing the discussion that was on going. "Still, you held up quite well, maybe good enough for a recruit of the Obsidian Order, of course that sort of test is really something elementary for an Order agent, so it's hard to say whether you have the fortitude and intelligence to handle the more challenging tests."

Despite being restrained, the former agent seemed to give a shrug as he looked away as in contemplation. "Perhaps, one day, you won't feel so passionately about everything."  He looked at her once more, dark eyes looking to pierce the blue green ones practically glaring at him before she looked away. "Then maybe you'll actually be able to handle business properly."  He chuckled loudly and it was irritating since Zark had the urge to wipe the smirk off his face with her fist. "Even professionally." Zark whirled on him and closed the distance to grab his collar. "I could professionally re-arrange your face."  If he was surprised at her reaction, he didn't show it as he smirked again.  "An admirable objective Andorian."  He whispered.

Zark's nostrils flared as she stared into his eyes and she felt anger boiling in side her. "You're working hard to get yourself harmed for someone who wants our protection." Ontatt smirked again before seeming to lean back and relax. "Indeed, that is that is the question.  You have potential, and not just for violence."  Zark blinked at this, her confusion starting to grow. "You're testing me? Why?"  His shoulder moved, however minutely. "Occupational hazard.  Good assets are always hard to come by.  You should watch your 'friend' she moves with agendas and plots despite that innocent face.  You'd be wary to get caught up in them."  Ensign Zark blinked again and scrunched his collar tighter, getting ready to shake the meaning of the insinuation out of him.

"Ensign, let him go."  The senior plan clothes called.  Ensign Zark stared into his eyes for a few moments more blowing air out of her lips in disbelief.  Roughly letting go of his clothes, the Andorian stood up and faced everyone.  "So, is there an arrangement for this miscreant?."
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Main OOC Board / Re: Main OOC Thread
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
Thanks, everyone! My little SF brat is ready to kick ass. She'll kick her own ass. 

Quote from: P.C. Haring on
 Fantastic face claim, by the way!!

Thanks! When I first made her (as a retired MARSOC and current bounty hunter in the modern day), she was actually played by Laurie Holden lol which is almost the exact opposite in appearance. But now ~14 years later it's Cote.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [Day 01 | 1200 hrs] Titan's Arrival
Last post by rae -
[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Krajin
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“Curiosity,” came the reply, along with a shrug and a rueful smile. “It’s not a test or anything. Everyone who comes through here has a strong, pretty instantaneous preference for one or the other.” Janus had banged his head against Gemini’s Valravn in pure frustration after seeing another two-seater in the fighter bay – and she’d caught him doing it – so he could hardly judge anyone’s reaction. “I try to accommodate. Luckily for you, the only ship I have available is a Valkyrie, so you’ve already been assigned.”

He didn’t bother continuing the conversation about large starship piloting. The Academy Instructors had moved him from conn to tactical fairly quickly, so even if he had been sent to a ship without a fighter component early in his career, Janus still would have spent most of his time with the weapons systems instead of piloting. Besides, he’d veered for fighters for the same reason he hated the Valravn – he preferred to have the whole ship to himself. Less people to worry about that way. They could reminisce or debate at length another time if Atlas wanted, but he wanted to focus on the tacconn department they had now. There was a whole separate conn department tasked with flying the Theurgy, and they weren’t Janus’ problem.

“The deck crew is going to make some alterations to the ship for your height. I’m sure that’s nothing new for you.” As he spoke, Janus turned off the simulated Valravn, leaving only the Valkyrie. Then he looked from the holograms to look up at the Kzinti again. “The measurements for your exosuit were forwarded to us by the Klingons a few days ago. It’s been fabricated and is waiting for you in the locker room.” He’d seen the numbers, but he was still having a hard time believing Winters’ size. Were all Kinzti that big?

“Your jacket says that you’re cleared for the Mark II Valkyrie. We have a training program on board to get you running on the Mark III. It’s made with the transition between the two in mind. We don’t have an official instructor for the Valkyries, but someone from the squadron will give you the crash course. It shouldn’t take you too long. Your flight leader is Lieutenant Valin, but he’s shipping out now and won’t be back for a few days. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know them all once they’re back.” If everything went according to plan, Atlas would be confined to training simulations until that group returned. And if they were forced to fly him anyway… well, that was a contingency plan Janus would keep to himself for the time being.

“That’s my introductory spiel. What am I forgetting?” Janus scratched the back of his head, going through a mental list. “Oh. Don’t be surprised if you’re the target of some welcome pranks from the others. They’re just letting off steam. You can get them back if you’d like. But if you damage a ship or a pilot in any way that fucks up my flight roster, I’ll have you in the brig. Got it?”

OOC: I'm so sorry this took so long  /:(
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Main OOC Board / Re: Main OOC Thread
Last post by Brutus -
WELCOME JACENSOLODJO!

  Lt. Katherine MacFarlane                             Asst. Chief Tactical Officer

- Writer: @JacenSoloDjo

Give a warm welcome to @JacenSoloDjo and our new assistant chief tactical officer, Katherine MacFarlane! A proud Starfleet brat, who's family has served since in Starfleet since it's founding, Kath always knew that she would follow the tradition. She's had a wide ranging career, starting off as a security officer in the Federation-Cardassian War, doing a stint in Starfleet Intelligence, then moving into the tactical department. While serving on Starbase 36, she received a covert message from Admiral Anderson with orders to join our crew. She made her way to the Theurgy via the IKS Vask'at, and will arrive during the prologue of episode 2.

Welcome aboard!
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 12 [1030 hrs.] A Study of Slips and Streams
Last post by rae -
[ Lt. JG Azrin Ryn | Main Engineering | Deck 25 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] Attn:
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“I can imagine it,” Azrin replied earnestly. “That’s why I asked. It’s bad enough when the ship is damaged, but I’d feel really guilty if it hurt you too.” She hadn’t even considered the potential liability of Thea feeling pain and being overwhelmed by it. That probably should have been an engineer’s first concern, but it was hard to stay in a truly technical mindset when Thea’s avatar was standing right in front of her. A machine, but also wonderfully alive. Laughing even. The combination was clearly short circuiting Azrin’s brain. How delightful was that?

At the same time, she also wondered what else Thea couldn’t feel. Freed from pain, but how many other sensations was she deprived of as well? And what should the fact that they could remove her core from the Theurgy have to do with it? In Azrin’s mind, that made Thea like a trill symbiont, a separate lifeform that became part of the whole. Azrin was a host, and when she died Ryn would be transferred to another. But while they were joined, the symbiont felt everything she felt.

She was trying to think of a way to explain this to Thea without inadvertently insulting the AI. Azrin talked a lot, but she’d never considered herself to be elegant. Before she could figure out the words, Thea changed the subject back to the real problem at hand. Nothing like the mention of Corgin to sour what could be a great conversation about artificial intelligence and the meaning of life.

Thea’s solution was calm, logical, and by the book of Starfleet regulations. It was not as satisfying as talking Corgin around to being a helpful team player, but it also wasn’t as frightening as losing the slipstream drive entirely. It still felt like failure. Lieutenant Arnold had assigned her the slipstream drive, and part of that was dealing with the Savi who had created it. Passing the responsibility up – to the captain no less! – meant that she hadn’t done her job. “Even if we can’t make alterations to it with Starfleet tech, we still need to know enough for routine maintenance and repairs.” That was still nonnegotiable for Azrin. She’d fight Corgin forever on that. “What if it’s damaged and the Savi aren’t here to tell us how to fix it? It’s tied into all the warp cores, Utopia Planitia would have a fit if they knew how much power we were routing into one system. We would lose the whole ship if something goes wrong and we aren’t prepared to fix it!”

Her voice was getting louder again, and Azrin very noticeably stopped then, closing her eyes and taking a deep, measured breath. In. Out. In. Out.

“Sorry Thea. I should really stop complaining to you about this, writing a report and talking to Lieutenant Arnold is a much better idea. Should I already be doing that? What is Corgin is already talking to that Voice guy and he’s already talking to the Captain and—” The momentary calm was gone, her normal level of excess energy returned in full force, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to another, fingers slipping back into her pocket for something else to fiddle with, and eyes shifting from Thea’s face to the door back to engineering.

“Yeah, I’m going to do that now,” she decided before Thea had a chance to respond. “Thanks for all the help, you should come every time I talk to Corgin – if she ever talks to me again.” Impulsively, Azrin hugged Thea, wrapping her arms around the hologram for a quick squeeze. A second later she was moving, heading back down the hallway to engineering. “You can come talk to Frank too if you want!”

Then she was through the door. The only sound that followed was another soft laugh from the AI, before Thea’s hologram disappeared.

Fin.
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Alternate Universe Stories / Doctor Who - In A Cat's Eye
Last post by AbsintheDeux -
When the Doctor finds herself in an abandoned hotel filled with homeless people, she comes face to face with an alien threat unlike any she has encountered before. But is this alien menace really the threat it seems to be?

This is a Doctor Who Fanfic set in one of the periods when 13 was off traveling by herself away from the Fam.

One
By Absinthe

It was a dark and stormy day. It had been raining since before the dawn and the sun had not dared to peer through the clouds all day. It was the kind of day that made poor Ellie Mae’s joints ache, yet she continued to hurry through the dark alleyway as quickly as her old bones would allow.

When she heard a noise behind her she stopped and spun around.

A cat had leapt onto a nearby trash can and was grooming itself.

“Shoo!” Ellie Mae cried out and waved her hands frantically.

The cat looked up at her and squinted slightly.

“No! None of that you!” Ellie Mae shrieked and turned to flee once more.

She was getting very tired now and her body was aching like it had not in many years, but she couldn’t stop.

She walked under a dark overpass and began moving to the other side.

She froze when a small cat walked out and sat down, as if waiting for her. Its eyes seemed to glow with a hidden menace as it watched her.

“You leave me be!” the poor old woman wept as she turned to head back the way she had come, but stopped when she saw three cats sitting behind her, their eyes glowing in the dim light.

The cats began to meow, more cats arriving each second and joining the cacophony of sound.

Ellie Mae screamed in horror and then suddenly fell silent.

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The TARDIS roared as it landed with a thud in the abandoned hallway.

A moment later a blonde-haired woman stuck her head out. She popped it back in and there was a banging sound. A moment later the woman stuck her head out again and scrunched her nose in frustration.

“This is not where I was supposed to land,” she complained back to the interior of the TARDIS.

The machine made an otherworldly sound.

“Oh, fine, have it your way,” the blonde woman said and stepped from the TARDIS.

She sniffed the air and looked around. It was raining outside and she was inside. That was a good thing she figured.

She was in a long hallway and the doors were covered in dust and each was marked with a number.

“Okay, so this must be a hotel of some kind,” she said and walked over to a door and ran her finger over the top of the door frame, a feat she had to stand on her very tiptoes to achieve. A great deal of dust fell as she slid her finger over the smooth wooden frame. “And abandoned for some time.”

She looked around and licked her finger, then stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Yep, that’s Earth dust, no doubt about it,” she said and wiped her hand on her coat.

“So, I’m on Earth, judging by the state of the hotel and its furnishing it was decorated in the 1970s and has been abandoned for at least 20 years,” the woman said to no one in particular. “Means I’m sometime in the 90s…”

She turned and began to march down the hallway. She had a good guess when she was and more-or-less knew about where she was, now it was time to find someone and fill in the details.
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