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Alternate Universe Stories / Doctor Who - In A Cat's Eye

Last post by AbsintheDeux - Today at 01:00:47 AM

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.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 : The Meeting of Heroes (or Villains) [ Day 1 | 1500+]

Last post by Brutus - Today at 12:57:44 AM

[ Bridge Crew Mess Hall | D. 1 | V. 1 | 2000hrs ] @all chapter writers

The bridge crew mess hall had been “converted” into a semi-formal affair in the brief time given between the Romulan’s arrival and the ordered meeting between the three groups. There’d been more than a few grumbles of not having enough time to prepare, but none had reached the ears of Commander Stark. While not so fancy as what might’ve been arranged given more time, the mess hall did look much more formal and “fancy” than normal. And now the room was a strange mixture of scents, the table laden with an equally eccentric mixture of food. Basically, all ranking personnel still onboard the ship were required to attend this soiree, the hope being that through a more casual setting, the Romulans and Klingons could see each other as colleagues, at the very least, if only temporary ones.

[ Petty Officer First Class Michael Samuelson ]

“I’m so glad I’m just standing guard over this party,” Samuelson’s stomach heaved as his gaze studied the vast array of alien foods on the table, “I don’t think I could stomach all that. How do you do it?” He looked at the diplomat at his side, eyes wide in wonderment.

“Lots of prep work,” Crewman 3rd Class Jordan Wilde smirked at her friend as they waited for the grand arrival of both Klingons and Romulans to this feast, “I get some hypospray support beforehand for my sense of smell and taste and also to help my stomach bolster itself against anything squirming.” She subtly pointed to the gagh. “And I keep my focus on conversational cues, be they verbal or physical.”

Samuelson shuddered. “Sounds fucking miserable, man. Glad you’re doing it and not me. This alliance would end here and now if someone tried to make me eat half of this shit.”

“Ssh!” The Caitian diplomatic aide hissed at them from her position closer to the main entrance. From the scowl she shot them, it seemed she found their conversation as distasteful as Samuelson found the food.

There was no further preamble before the doors on the left swished open and belched forth a retinue of Klingons while, nearly simultaneously, on the right, the collective of Romulans entered. Samuelson snapped to an even more rigid attention, his mind sharp for details, though his body remained stationary.

[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen ]

While they hadn’t exactly drawn straws in the interim between Donatra’s arrival and this formal gathering, Enyd had discussed among the diplomatic department which individuals felt more comfortable with which groups. L’Nari had not surprised Enyd by preferring the Romulans. At her side was Lourdes, while Wilde remained with Enyd and the Klingons. Giving her aides a quick nod of encouragement, she shifted closer to the Chancellor’s group as the others mirrored the action with the Romulans.

The other senior officers still onboard the ship, those not already in attendance, began to arrive soon after, all just in time for Stark to start the “festivities.”

And start them, she would. The current commanding officer of Theurgy’s primary vector stood in her ready room, working on the final adjustments to her outfit. She had debated with Lt. Madsen about what attire to choose for the occasion. On the one hand, all three parties involved were primarily military. On the other hand, both the Klingon Chancellor and the Romulan Empress were political in nature, and while both would take the field of command, they were also present in a diplomatic position for this joint mission. And while Natalie remembered more than one affair of state between the Allied powers during the Dominion war, all sharply wearing their dress uniforms, the Starfleet crew this time had to serve as a bridge between the two. Adopting a less militaristic but no less formal attire seemed fitting, and in the end, this was the choice Natalie had settled on.

Of course that meant attiring herself in a dress she would likely not wear otherwise. Though it was still a deep, rich command red gown, befitting her department and position, it could hardly be called a uniform. Especially considering it kept her shoulders completely bare. Still, they were making a statement, and she’d live up to it. Adjusting her earrings and settling her hair behind her shoulders, the Commander straightened and exited the ready room into the access hall that looped around Deck One, allowing herself to be escorted by a pair of guards (these in dress uniform as they would be serving a specific function and not merely mingling) and toward the doors to the Bridge Mess.

With a brief pause to acknowledge the officers stationed outside the doors, serving as both protection and greeters, Natalie took one last deep breath and tried to pretend that she did this sort of thing all the time. In her defense, she was getting plenty of experience rubbing shoulders with the powers that be of multiple polities in their little sector of space. The confidence still needed some work, though.

Don’t blow it, her inner voice quipped before she strode into the room like she owned the place, with her head held high, and noted that the Romulan and Klingon delegations had already split off about as she had expected. At least they’d left the food tables in a central location in an effort to force some mingling.

”Excellent,” she began by way of greeting, coming to a stop in the center of the room and slowly turning in place to acknowledge those gathered. ”I See most of us are here already. Delightful. To those that have not yet met me, I am Commander Natalie Stark, first officer and current commanding officer of the USS Theurgy - or at least that part of the vessel assigned to this joint effort. I welcome all of you to my ship, and to this moment. I already gave some speeches to you leaders earlier, so I will, with your esteemed permission, skip that and cut to the chase.

“We are here because we share a common goal and a common purpose - in this case, dinner.” As she had hoped, that actually drew a few laughs from all parties. ”So far be it from me to get in the way of that. Please, help yourselves. Eat, drink, laugh, mingle, and try not to get blood on my carpet.”

In response to Stark’s introduction, Enyd raised the glass of blood wine she’d poured for herself, having already handed a larger cup to the Chancellor. The Chancellor and his aides did likewise, a few even giving Klingon growling grunts of approval. From across the room, Enyd say L’Nari working to get a similar “warm” response from Donatra and her aides but given their nature and the long history of backstabbing between their cultures, Enyd wasn’t surprised the Caitian was having more trouble.

She’d opted to wear a simple cream-colored gown with a red corset , the colors denoting peace and threat of violence at the same time. Most of those in the diplomacy department had similarly chosen white, blue, or cream for their colors of formal attire. It was interesting to Enyd, seeing who had chosen what color or style, as it potentially said much about their viewpoints on this alliance and the future.

OOC: All chapter writers are encouraged to join our new allies, even if they aren’t friends. You may introduce Klingon/Romulan NPCs or work with some of the ones already mentioned. Mingle and maneuver to your heart’s delight.

Please refer to the Cosmic Imperative Calendar (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cosmic_Imperative_Calendar) to note when the next major storyline event will be (hint: Day 2 1100hrs) and plan any supplemental threads, be they story prompts or personal, with that in mind.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos

Last post by Ellen Fitz - May 23, 2024, 08:17:27 AM

[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madson | Mekro'vak Region | Qo'noS ] ATTN: @Eden

Enyd laughed, waving away his light-hearted concern, “That’s why I asked about a token. I doubt they’ll expect us to…mate by the fire. Most of these rituals give you a tent or something. So if we get a token AND the right, they’ll give us the token, and then we can conveniently adjourn to the ship and let them assume that’s where we will mate.”

Rik’evet returned with what was best described as brown sludge. Figuring it couldn’t be any worse than some of the home remedies her grandmother had given her back in Montana, Enyd tipped the glass up without hesitation and gulped the thick fluid down. This was where her brief foray into the realms of being drunk off her arse and tossing anything alcoholic into her gullet came in handy, her ability to guzzle down even the most questionable liquids without gag reflex or fear. Apparently, what she lacked in muscle mass, she made up for in her iron stomach and tank-like liver.

Almost as soon as the liquid touched her tongue and squirmed its way to her belly, Enyd could feel the effect of its medicinal properties. Just as Rik’evet had promised, her vitality was returning. All the aches and pains were gone and were instead replaced with a vibrating energy. Deeper still there seemed to be an underlying heat coiling in her belly, not exactly arousal, but something akin to it. She made a mental note to ask the sly doctor later if one of the side effects was a momentary spike in libido, which would make sense considering what it was used for.

Enyd laughed uproariously when Cal launched himself for her. Cal’s reaction tracked with what she’d learned about him over the course of their adventure together. His shoulders coming at her midriff, Enyd stunted his attack by bracing her hands on his shoulders, right leg coming back to brace in a solid frame. While she managed to keep his face at bay from her tassel, his momentum still carried them back across the dirt. Taking a cue from her dance background, Enyd conducted a bastardized version of a fouette turn, hoping to shift Cal’s momentum away from her torso, much like a bullfighter side-stepping the attacking bull.

If successful, she intended to follow with a roundoff, landing on his back if she timed it correctly, with her head near his buttocks and her legs wrapping around his torso. This would, hopefully, allow her to get at the tassel from behind. A lot could go wrong with this tactic, namely she could roundoff into the fire, but since he seemed inclined to use his size to his advantage, she’d use her gymnast dancer background to hers.

Director's Cut / Re: (2381) USS Theurgy: Got My Mind Set on You

Last post by joshs1000 - May 23, 2024, 04:36:56 AM

[CPO Avandar Lok | Counseling Offices | Deck 13 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Juzzie
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Lok felt the squeeze of his muscular thigh and sensed the sudden rush of Rhys’s aroused thoughts that further fueled his own, making it a little difficult to focus on the task at hand. It dawned on him though as Rhys talked about ways of feeling worse, that he hadn’t actually told the counselor that he was empathic. The handsome man obviously wouldn’t have known going in due to the classified status of Kzin physiology. It would probably be best to tell him, Lok thought to himself, remembering that most other species aren’t so open about their thoughts and emotions as the Betazoids that had raised him.

“Yeah some things can”, he began reaching up with his right hand to rub the back of his neck as he did his best to find the words he was looking for, “other things can affect me especially more than others.” He studied Rhys a moment, momentarily lost in his blue eyes before catching himself, he wondered if the counselor had noted his hint at being empathic. Luckily Rhys didn’t seem to pay it much mind or, perhaps distracting from his flirtatious comment, asked about the incident that eventually landed Lok here. Though considering his current company it wasn’t all bad. Relieved for the moment to talk about something a bit more in his wheelhouse, Lok stopped rubbing the back of his head and set his hand down by his thigh only centimeters away from Rhys’s own hand.

Lok took a moment to gather his thoughts, to him the whole thing happened a year ago though by now it was approaching two. “Well it was aboard the Perseus, brand new Sovereign Class ship, still had that new starship smell”, he paused a moment to smirk over his bit about the new starship smell then continued, “but yeah I was assigned to her in preparation for a ten year mission to explore in the direction of the galactic core and study black holes or something the egg-heads were interested in. Anyway we got three years into this mission then one day, BOOM-” with his left hand he made a gesture of an explosion “-starboard nacelle suffers some catastrophic failure and shits the bed, we nearly lost the ship, then had to limp our way back home at only half speed, luckily we had made a bunch of detours on the mission so hadn’t gone super far because it only took us a year to get back to Earth.”

His gesturing momentarily complete, Lok reached down to take a drink of coffee, noting the cup had cooled a bit since they had started their session. His thirst quenched, Lok continued. “Once we got back to Earth and the engineers took a look they found the ship was a lemon, to use a human term, rushed construction for the war led to a manufacturing flaw in the main plasma flow regulator for the nacelle, so when that failed, you know boom, all that released energy wrecked the warp engine.”

He wondered how much, if any, engineering knowledge that Rhys had. Lok of course was not technically an engineer, his specialty was maintenance and repair which fell under operations but he did have to know a fair bit in order to do his job. Plus, while he worked on fighter engines for a living, a warp core is a warp core is a warp core as he liked to say. Point was he hoped he wasn’t boring the counselor with any engineering related details.

“After that was all figured out they said a full repair would take something like six months, which of course was six months of a starship crew with nothing to do so Starfleet decided to take people and send them off to other ships to bolster their crews. I ended up getting a promotion to chief and was sent here, which I was actually pretty excited about, I mean, newest most advanced ship in the fleet, it’s almost like getting a ticket to the Enterprise.”

“But I guess my luck ran out”, he said with a dejected sigh, “because not even a full day here and this shit starts and I nearly get spaced so they put me on ice for six months.” Suddenly he realized that he had been talking this whole time without even giving Rhys a moment to get a word in edgewise, granted he was a therapist and typically their job is to listen and observe, but he felt the need to apologize anyway. “Sorry, I guess just something I’m familiar with that isn’t about me so much I kind of got to rambling.”

He gave a bashful smile and looked back to meet Rhys’s steely blue eyes once more.

AU Character Profiles / On Stormy Skies - Character Profile Thread

Last post by AbsintheDeux - May 23, 2024, 01:22:38 AM

Set in the mysterious land of Stormhold, the crew of the Stormy Skies, a skyship designed to harvest lightning from the most dangerous of storm clouds. In this dieselpunk-inspired AU you can bring in a new character or reimagine your existing Theurgy character for this new and exciting setting.

I'll be working on getting us a pretty picture of the ship, our Stormy Skies, and getting the main thread started so we can write. In the meantime here is the profile template, feel free to fill it out and post your character below!

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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4 S [ Day 01 | 1915 ] The Remains of a Crew

Last post by Dree - May 22, 2024, 07:37:57 AM

[ Ensign Sashenka Kreshkova | Holding Cell Sanquis Somnium | Orbiting Alternative Station | Romulan Space ]

@Ellen Fitz

Sash was small of stature to begin with. The human with green hair huddled in the darkest corner of the cell which she occupied. She slumped into as small a space as possible and wrapped her arms around her folded legs and lay her forehead against her knees and focused on her breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out.

It was supposed to help, to take her mind off of the bleak situation in which she found herself. Letting out a huff, she raised her head. Deep breathing wasn’t working. How could it? One by one, she saw people being led out of their cells. They started with Captain Zeigler, but by no means was she the last. The ship’s XO, a man whose name she didn’t know, was next. They appeared to be working down the ranks. Almost every day, they took two more people, usually at five hour intervals. And then Tria - her friend who she had been on vacation with her. Her friend who was kidnapped with her. Her friend who was rescued by the Cayuga with her. And her friend who was once again taken into captivity - this time by the Tal-Shiar. Yesterday, the door to the cell that she had Tria had occupied swung open. Both young women clung to each other, but one Romulan man and one Romulan woman each grabbed a girl and pulled them apart amidst the screams of protest from both of the recent graduates. Zeigler, Lien, Mannis, Sh’Nidt, Tria, and so many whose names she had never learned, none of them ever returned.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a ruckus as the door to the whole cell block opened. Sash hated that sound. Her heart started pounding. Drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her slight lips trembled. There were only maybe ten people left out of ….what she guessed had started out as more than seventy-five. While she remained in her corner with her eyes trained on the cell door, she heard a different door opened, and a small puff of air escaped her lips. But she immediately felt guilty. Someone else had been chosen sparing her, but that other person wouldn’t return, and she was sitting her glad?

But as she wrestled with her moral dilemma, she heard another door swing open, and she inhaled sharply. But that sound was followed by several other doors before her own door opened. A tall, muscular Romulan entered the cell and looked around before spotting her and heading in that direction. “Please don’t,” she whispered. “Please,” she said as she shied away. “No, No, please let me go.”

But strong hands grabbed her by the arms and hoisted her up. She struggled against him, but the more she struggled, the more vice-like his grip around her arms became. As she was shuttled out into the corridor, a hypospray pressed against her neck. She fought with everything in her, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: The (hopefully) Great Romulan Smash and Grab [Day 1 | 1800hrs ]

Last post by RyeTanker - May 22, 2024, 06:31:57 AM

[ CPO Dominic Lau | Romulan Space Station | Romulan Space ] @Ellen Fitz @BipSpoon @P.C. Haring @Hans Applegate @Sqweloookle @Stegro88 @Dree

Petty Officer Klaudia Cheung was an anomaly as far as Starfleet and Federation were concerned. Petty Officers were rather ubiquitous as far as Starfleet went. Petty Officer's with a degree from the University of Bern and an equivalent from the Vulcan Science Institute were very unusual, especially for someone who just reached her mid 20s. When pressed or drunk on why she'd chosen her present career path instead of being an officer or a researcher, the answer usually boiled down to This is way more fun. Still, she had her limits, and both her degrees had been in cybernetics. Propulsion engineering was something else; but she could hum a few bars and generally make it work. Thus, she didn't really have the ability to prevent the core from breaching, but she was able to divert enough power and bypass various systems to temporarily stabilize the core and give enough time for everyone to gather their equipment and get off the ship. With Chief Lau leading the way and Lieutenant Pren following, everyone quickly debarred.

Upon leaving, the Chief had made it abundantly clear to everyone that the main goal of the mission was to find a terminal with sufficient access to first find a map, then another one that would give access to the research database. Their main focus was anything Thalaron related. Klaudia was the most important person in the group since she had the know how to gain the information needed. Authorization had been provided that the station, and its personnel were to be considered expendable for the mission.

Several of the picked up crew looked uncomfortable, but with the upheaval the quadrant had suffered in the wake of the Dominion War, there were few complaints. Finding a computer with a map and access hadn't been too difficult and the human tech had taken a chance to download a map, which she forwarded to everyone's triciorders. She'd also taken a few moments to upload several ghost programs into the computer. With open data research networks required for R&D, the viruses quickly spread. Most were quickly eradicated by the terminally paranoid Romulans, but a few with different wrinkles survived and continued to worm their way through the networks. Thus came the first bit of good fortune as it were as several investigating security and researchers came by and were ambushed as the sensors in the area had been hashed and showed them in a room across the corridor. It had been comically easy really since the researchers martial skills were extremely lacking and in several cases they, had just gotten in the way of the security personnel. They'd also been looking wrong way and been efficiently mowed down. Lau was reluctant to terminate everyone right away and Cheung had asked for liver prisoners for a pass hack. Dragging everyone in, the petite Asian woman went to work finding a pass card that she could copy. She did find several, but it was the biometrics of the body she needed. Selecting one sleeping form, they'd dragged the body over to a door to see what inputs were needed. This was where they ran into their first stumbling block where a hand print was required to pass through the doors. "Chief, we can't drag him everywhere with us." Cheung had pointed out and Lau had nodded his understanding of the situation. Sighing, he reluctantly came to the same conclusion. "I guess it's unavoidable." Pulling his phaser, he changed the beam length and intensity, then grimaced as he held the hand out and used the phaser to slice it off. Cheung made a wretching sound as the chief gave her the hand. After getting over her disgust, she modified her tricorder to scramble some of the other sensors. With their ability to pass though doors and the sensor system throwing ghosts are all over the place, the group proceeded onward, occasionally hacking terminals as they went or bush whacking other passing groups of personnel.

[Command Centre]

Riov Vrikol i-Dorvik tr’Khev was livid. Some computer terminals were refusing to operate and mayhem was blossoming around the crash site. Garbled reports came from one area of some sort of monster massacring everyone in it's path. Resistance to the being was determined but appeared ineffectual. The other one was more ominous as groups would just disappear. There would be a garbled call of surprise, the sound of weapons fire, then static. He tried to pull up some more data on what was going on and then smashed his fist into the console as the keys changed colour or position causing and error to show on his screen of an unrecognized combination. "Have you eradicated the virus?" he called to the operations section. "It's much harder doing this through a tricorder since the terminal keys keep changing." The head of the facility growled his disgust then snorted. It was time to see how this group of rodents liked being chased.

Tapping his communications button, he managed to get the head of Robotics Research. "Beyus, we need time to sort out what's going on with the computer, or get the aliens who have caused us problems. What is the status of project Centurion?"

The researcher didn't even pause. "We have eight prototypes ready for demonstration. Four dissident suppression models and four combat models. They've passed all their tests to date and the combat ones show particular promise, especially with the scaled down energy shields..." Riov grunted his acceptance as he waved impatiently. "I'm sending coordinates for several Starfleet infiltrators. The mechs will have to do some searching since the life sign scanners are not functioning correctly in the area. The mechs are to subdue if possible, and terminate of necessary."

[Robotics Lab 6]

Beyus nodded and smiled wolfishly. His personal project was going to move much faster than anticipated with a live test. The prestige would vault him into the halls of power for far more advanced projects. Excitedly he went to the waiting prototypes and used his hand comp to begin the targeting parameter process as he received the targeting location. It was a fairly straight forward process since these mecha were designed to be juggernauts. This caused him to pause for just a moment. That ignorant strumpet, Duma, was also in the area. While undeniably intelligent, she spent most of her time seducing resources away from more worthy projects. She did usually leave her pass and have to return to her quarters to retrieve them. The scientist rubbed his eye brow for a moment and grinned as he punched in parameters. Target types were non-Romulans and unauthorized personnel. If some of the other staff were harmed, well you couldn't cook without breaking something.

Beyus was too happily programming his kill bots to notice the shift in colours of a panel over one of the mechs, and with the process being slowed down by the virus that Operations should have nailed down, it was not an inconvenience he had to deal with. It was truly annoying that tr’Khev was pestering him to get the bots moving, and the last one seemed to be having issues accepting its commands. In an annoyed tone, he'd ordered two combat mechs to each location along with a pair of dissident suppression mechs after the 'monster'. What nonsense! He'd thought to himself. Typical wailing ignorant children. The third ready dissident suppression mech followed the combat mechs to the 'ghost' location. This last one would have to follow when it was ready. It took only a few more minutes for the optic sensors to flash a malevolent green of a ready mech and the magnetic mechanical hiss of gears going into motion could be heard as the bot stood up.

"Unit Active. Targeting Parameters Accepted." it intoned in deep mechanical and resonant tone. All was normal and Beyus grinned.

"Warning, dissidents detected." The scientist's eye brows arched. What was going on? and his cursiosity turned to alarm as the optic sensors looked directly at him.

"Dissident, stand down and prepare to be subdued." The researcher's jaw went slack. This wasn't supposed to happen his mind gibbered as a stun projector pointed at him and blasted him into unconsciousness, sending his body flying back a few feet where it slammed into a table. The security guards at the door stared in shock and fumbled for their disruptor pistols. This drew the attention of mech. "Warning, armed insurrection in progress. Advancing dissident suppression level. Dissidents, drop your weapons and surrender." One guard manged to get his pistol out and pulled the trigger. The shot went wide in his terror induced haste and the mech responded by firing a burst at the standing guard. His bloody corpse slammed into the wall and fell to the ground smoking. "Active rebellion in progress. Suppress all dissent." The mech emotionlessly spoke as people began screaming while disruptor beams criss crossed the room. and soon the corridors beyond.

OOC:
Hans - There are 2 combat mechs and 2 dissident suppression mechs going after Knox
PC Haring - There are 2 combat and a dissident suppression mech going after the crew of the Mary Baldwin
Everyone - There is a 'malfunctioning' murderous suppression mech tearing apart the Robotics Labs. Of course Klaudia had something to do with it.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: Triggered Much? [ Day 1 | 1800hrs ]

Last post by Dree - May 22, 2024, 06:02:22 AM

Lt Reika Sh’Laan | Maintenance Corridor | Romulan Space Station | Romulan Space ]
@stegro88 @Number6 @Nesota Kynnovan @Ellen Fitz @RyeTanker @P.C. Haring @Hans Applegate

Reika’s eyes had been on Henshaw, waiting for the order to move out to be given, but as the voice came over the COMM system. “Our station has been breached by Starfleet personnel. They are here to steal from us, to destroy us; we cannot let them. All station personnel are to remain armed and on the alert. Do not attempt to question the intruders. Incapacitate them in whatever manner necessary. Once you capture them, take them to the command center for that deck for further processing. Do not abandon your stations; do not give up ground.”

Then she heard another voice, “We know you are here, Starfleet. We are hunting for you, and we will find you.”

The other team was onboard by now. Hopefully, they were already about their work of setting charges. It was time to move. Reika looked over at Henshaw with a nod. Then glancing at the others, she gave another nod and started off.

On her way to the station, the Andorian had studied the schematics, so she knew where she could go. The problem was that none of them knew where to go. And that wasn’t the only problem. they didn’t know exactly what or even how many of the items were looking for. They only that these - seemingly everyday items - held the trigger of the Thaleron Radiation. Likely they would need to do a room-by-room sweep scanning for anything that could trigger the radiation.

The Andorian input the code they had managed to steal and opened the final barrier between them and the Tal-Shair was gone. With her weapon cradled in her hands, she started off down the corridor.

Eerie quiet surrounded them as the small group infiltrated the station. Coming upon the first room, she glanced behind her making sure that the person to her rear was ready to cover her if someone was in the room. Breeching the room, she swept her rifle across the room and once she was certain that they were alone, the blue skinned woman held her weapon in one hand and pulled out her tricorder with the other scanning the room for anything that could be a potential trigger for the dreaded radiation. But after moments, her tricorder told Reika that this room was clean. She holstered her scanner and once again grasped her rifle in both hands, moving on to the next room.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 17 [0845 hrs.] (R)idiculous (I)nconvenient (O)rnament

Last post by rae - May 21, 2024, 09:56:09 PM

[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Wolf-13 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @P.C. Haring
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“Hold on to your neck ridges, Janus.”

Personally, he wouldn’t have minded if the fucking things just fell off. Or flew off, or got cut off in some ‘tragic,’ ‘unavoidable’ accident. It was a deep, well entrenched dislike that would undoubtedly feel different to the Betazoid than the other aspects of his pity party, with a hint of genuine annoyance thrown in as well. His neck ridges were nowhere near as prominent as a full blooded Cardassian's, but even that little bit had never mixed well with Starfleet’s love of high, starched collars. Just thinking about it made his neck itch under the exosuit.

Ah well, at least he’d gotten Gemini back into a good headspace. No telepathic powers needed, it was clear from how she slipped into action with the practiced ease of a pilot thoroughly trained on this ship. A pilot who was showing off really, but that was to be expected, given the circumstances. He would have been more worried if she hadn't tried.

For his part, Janus did exactly what he'd said, switching his console yet again into a trainer’s setup that would show him an echo of every input as she made it, comparing her actions to the Valravn's reactions. Normally, this view was for a trainer instead of the trainee - cubs learned better by doing than watching - but he'd gotten more use out of it later in life, experienced enough to see Gemini's split second choices and how he could alter them to his own flight style.

For a few seconds, he let himself close his eyes and truly feel it, the rapidly changing forces of gravity that no inertial dampeners could ever keep up with.

He wasn't entirely sure why he cared so much. Sticking to his original assumption, there was no logical reason why Razor wouldn't assign him back to a Valkyrie, a ship he's been flying since before some of the younger pilots had ever gotten their wings. No reason to learn anything about the Valravns beyond boredom and a desire for something to do, even if he was wasting Gemini's time by mucking with her maintenance flight. He was still irked to have found this two seater abomination in the fighter bay at all, considering the years he'd spent turning the Mk III Valkyries into a force to be reckoned with.

When she asked him what he thought, Janus didn’t quite think it through before answering “Excellent flying, precise, assured. Certainly gave me some ideas. But since this is also a combat sim - don't use Thea's nacelles as cover. If you're engaged this close to the mothership, there are better places to lead it that will give bridge tactical a clear shot to skewer the thing. If Thea isn't able to take her own potshots, you want to keep it away from the drive systems. The simulation is only marking you as an enemy, but any living pilot with half a brain is going to forget about you for a chance to take out the bigger ship's warp.”

Belatedly realizing that he was probably out of line - did he have the right to lecture anyone about tactics right now? - Janus continued in a lighter tone. “Ops, or worse, an engineer, will be on coms yelling at you before you ever make it back to the fighter bay. They don't look like much, but have you ever noticed how fucking creative they get when they're pissed?”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [D01|0500] Sleep is overrated, coffee is king

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“What? I said that it could have been more awkward, and it’s not! That’s a good thing.” Through force of habit, Azrin had dropped her voice to match his whisper, though she wasn’t sure why. They didn’t need to whisper. “It can’t be the first time you’ve been surprise sprayed by a mysterious substance? You probably get the really gross stuff in sickbay too, at least most of the goop engineering has running through the ship isn’t a biohazard. Well, except for–” Belatedly, Azrin realized that he was already gone, waving her through the sickbay complex to an open door.

Once inside, Azrin groaned as she recognized it. There was nowhere more boring than the recovery ward. Last time they’d left her alone in here for hours and hours, her only visitors prickly nurses ordering her back into nothingness whenever she tried to entertain herself. What was so wrong with giving patients a PADD, or a puzzle, or anything mildly fun?

Now that Arven had agreed to her single stipulation – she had to be on duty at 0900 – and accepted that a day-long sedative wasn’t the treatment for a broken shoulder, Azrin had no problems at all following his instructions. She took the offered hypospray with a hint of confusion, as most doctors preferred to administer the dose themselves, then immediately perked up at the array of opportunities presented at the idea of injecting it anywhere. “Does it change the efficacy if you don’t do it on a major artery? The normal spot,” she waved the hypo vaguely over her neck, “versus somewhere like my forehead? Or little toe? What if I hypoed my tongue? Or does it just take longer to kick in that way? Can we test it? That would be fun! Someone has probably already tested it, but it would still be fun to recreate it.”

The doctor had gone off to do something else during Azrin’s tangent. By the time he was scanning her nose, she still hadn’t administered the first medication, too engrossed by the possibilities. The options he gave for her face did manage to break through her thoughts, because what kind of person would choose option B? “Why would we pack it when you can just fix it right now?” She stared at him, obviously and openly confused.

He really needed a shower, poor guy. He was taking it all far too seriously.

“What’s DTR stand for?” She asked, though not because she was planning on rejecting it. Azrin was already unzipping her coveralls, the hypospray dropped unceremoniously onto the biobed while she slowly worked her arm out of the sleeve. She tugged experimentally on the sleeve of her undershirt to see if the fabric stretched out of the way, decided it wasn’t enough, then pulled her arm through that sleeve too. Compared to Arven’s earlier nudity, Azrin wasn’t showing much. It looked more comical than anything, one side of her coveralls hanging down and half of her undershirt bunched around her neck. Her midriff, waist, half a bra, and a bare shoulder, presented as she twisted awkwardly to give him a place to stick the bandage to.

“And this!” Azrin snatched up the hypospray again, flashing him a grin. “Forehead or tongue?”

He might be holding a grudge, but she was already over it.

As long as he didn’t try to keep her from the slipstream drive again.