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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 08 [0830 hrs.] Can you take me higher?
Last post by Nesota Kynnovan -
[Ensign Jaya Thorne | Holodeck 05 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy]
Attn: @Pierce

A frustrated Jaya slammed her fist against the armrest of her CONN seat. In the past half hour they had made repeated attempts to get this manoeuvre to work, but every single attempt had ended in failure. To make matters even worse and more infuriating, Jaya was quite sure that most of the failures could be attributed to the USS Theurgy herself and the numerous safety protocols that were written into her hard coding; in one occasion the ship had even locked her out of the CONN station and autonomously broken off the manoeuvre. To say that it was getting the better of the Denevan Assistant Chief CONN Officer was an understatement and she slammed her fist against the metallic armrest of her seat once again before taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

After what felt like ages but couldn’t have been more than a minute, Jaya’s signature smirk slowly returned to her face and she sighed softly. While it was surely annoying, there was no denying that a state of the art Starfleet dreadnought was different from an old cargo freighter and certain issues were to be expected. Still, it bothered Jaya to know that the ship could override her inputs at any given moment because, at the end of the day, she was still the CONN Officer and she felt like she should have total control over the ship regardless of her choices. ”Hey Shortcake?” As she spoke up, Jaya turned her large auburn-coloured eyes towards the viewscreen; even though the communication channel to Ensign Lauren Pierce was audio only to prevent any unnecessary distractions, it was something she did automatically at this point. ”That’s like, what… seven or eight crashes now?” Despite Jaya’s annoyance, she managed to make her voice sound quite laid back and relaxed; maybe even a little amused. ”Thea is making us look like Flight Cadets at this point, we can’t stand for that right?”

While Jaya talked, she pressed some inputs on her console to restart the simulation yet again. As the simulation restarted and both Vectors once again found themselves at a safe 85,000 kilometres, Jaya briefly looked down at her controls to contemplate on a possible new approach. ”You know, back at the Academy we used to say that you had to take something off for each time you crashed.” When she mentioned that, Jaya recalled how people had to take a certain food off of their menu for every time they messed up in the simulations. It was an innocent, albeit innocent incentive for people to try their very best because good results also resulted in better replicator rations. ”Let’s do that right now, it’s a good incentive if we stand to lose something.” Jaya laughed while she absentmindedly looked at her console. She was so caught up in thinking of a possible solution to their problems that she wasn’t even aware of the double meaning behind her words. ”I curious how much we’ll end up taking off before we get this right.” 
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: Ch 3 : The Hunt is On [ Day 1 | 1530+]
Last post by Nesota Kynnovan -
[Ensign Jaya Thorne | Hallway | Deck 04 | Vector 01]
[OOC: Tag: @Eirual @Brutus @Ellen Fitz]

As she listened to Kelistina, Jaya nodded in agreement. There was a serious language barrier and the Assistant Chief CONN Officer found herself struggling to understand the woman, but she clearly understood that Kelistina mentioned that she’d follow her. Before she could answer, Jaya suddenly heard a series of muffled thuds coming from the Jeffries Tube and she quite nearly jumped out of her skin when someone suddenly fell right through the hatch. The person landed in between her and Kelistina and it took the Denevan Ensign a good couple of seconds to realize that it was not just a Starfleet Officer, but a member of the Senior Staff.

Lieutenant Commander Madsen.

While Jaya didn’t know the woman personally, she had once overheard one of the Diplomatic Attache’s talk about the woman and tried to remember what the Caitian had mentioned. Jaya could recall that it had something to do with the new Chief Diplomatic Officer being overly aggressive and often preferring to fight her way out of tough situations instead of talking things through. Filling in the blanks on the spot, the Assistant Chief CONN Officer concluded that Lieutenant Commander Madsen was likely a former member of the Maquis who had turned to piracy before being recruited to Theurgy’s fight against the infected. It only caused Jaya to smirk; in this situation, she very much preferred someone who knew how to fight.

In the exchange that followed between the Chief Diplomatic Officer and Kelistina, where Lieutenant Commander Madsen mentioned a frontal attack on Engineering and how it was probably a distraction for something much bigger, Jaya’s respect for the former pirate only grew. It was no wonder that the Chief Diplomatic Officer had flourished in such a dangerous profession if she was always that sharp and quick to reach the right conclusions. When Kelistina asked if they should go now, Jaya reached out and took a hold of the phaser the woman had offered to Enyd. ”I’ll take it, don’t worry.” As she spoke, Jaya’s voice matched the friendly smirk on her face even though it was clear that she was in a rush; if anyone managed to reach the Positronic Brain Core, there was no saying how much damage they could do to the ship. Turning her attention to Enyd, Jaya presented her with a curt nod. ”I’ll take point, Commander.”

With those words, Jaya began to climb into the Jeffries Tube. ”Don’t worry Kel, it’s a tight squeeze but we’ll get you through!”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ep. 2: S [Day 02 | 1743 hrs] Lay Down Your Burdens
Last post by joshs1000 -
Cmdr. (3rd) Hassar al-Zaheer | Observation Lounge 4 | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @chXinya
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Hassar listened to the explanation of what exactly the experiment was, it actually made more sense than the blue alien probably knew. On vaharran ships, lacking the advanced sensor arrays of like Starfleet has, fixes of position were done with optical telescopes and readings taken from pulsars. While Hassar himself was just a Marine, he was qualified in basic navigation, one of the requirements to be able to command a ship. The hard part was all the math, though thanks to assistance from the Klingons, their ships now had computers that could do a lot of the tedious work, replacing the role of the entire combat information center which handled complex navigation.

Darkness descended once more and Hassar sighed in annoyance as he had just started to read the papers on his lap, still intently listening as Shall explained his antennae. He found them quite curious but resisted, for the moment, the urge to touch them, unsure if that was some sort of culturally taboo thing. Instead he just nodded and glanced back up from his papers to examine them once more in the dim light.

Then came the question, was he a civilian, he smiled in amusement and then offered a hand to shake, something he had learned during his time with humans, as he spoke.

“I guess technically from your point of view I am but I’m with the Arosian Marines, part of my people’s military, Commander, 3rd Rank, Hassar al-Zaheer, though you can just call me Commander al-Zaheer if you prefer…or just Hassar.”

Saying his full rank out loud reminded him of his work as he glanced around the room, then with some uncertainty he said in a raised voice, “Computer…uh…can you make the lights dim?”

The computer obediently beeped in response and the lights turned on to a nice cozy level as well as allowing the two men to get a better look at each other. Hassar turned back to his companion and raised his brow in surprise upon seeing the blue skin of Shall properly, it had a wonderful shade of blue that contrasted nicely with his long white hair. The allure of how it so well complimented the handsome young man’s features caused the vaharran to perhaps stare a little longer than he intended.

He cleared his throat and scratched his cheek before turning back to his paperwork.

“Yeah so uh, we were out here searching for a missing ship and found your ship, we think this Infested enemy you fight might be the culprits.”

He scribbled some things in his own language on one of the pieces of paper and swapped it for another as he continued.

“I must say though, it’s been a little bit of an adjustment for us. The quiet on your vessel makes it hard to sleep so I’ve been resorting to meditation, plus the language barriers, your translation device helps but some words sound like gibberish.”


An additional little image of Hassar I made for the thread.   /;-D
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi 2 S [D02| 1900] The Ravaged Prisoners of War
Last post by Dumedion -
[LT Arven Leux | PCU, Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | The Ranger] Attn: @Dree  @Ellen Fitz
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While each patient spoke, the Doctor did his best to listen while he worked; his eyes glanced up from the console every other word at least, which was pretty good for him. Between the green-haired girl’s accent and wolf-lady’s wet-edged growls, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to follow along in the best of times, and this wasn’t exactly the best of times.

“We’ll get to that, stay still please,” he frowned at green-hair's request to inform her parents, more out of absent-minded concentration rather than any real disapproval, then turned to wolf-lady. “We could use the help, but we need to get you treated first, or…at least diagnosed. Lie down. Try to relax. Stay still,” he nodded to the bed, again, then returned his full attention to the screen before him while he adjusted the settings.

No wounds, no external or internal hemorrhaging, no obvious organ damage or trauma, Arven shook his head with another frown. He had to look deeper, closer. Please don’t be cellular, please don’t be cellular, please don’t be –

The console chirped.

Arven’s eyes narrowed.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed.

Vulpinian biology was truly remarkable, having evolved to “shift” between three forms via specialized hormone glands and a fascinating cellular receptor throughout their entire body; to facilitate each “shift”, they essentially altered themselves – at will – at the cellular level. Bones grew and shrunk, even altered position and orientation. Muscles contracted, expanded, entire organs changed positions, or new ones grew altogether. Humans, by contrast, were…well, weren’t the same. We tend to die when our cells get altered. But…that didn’t seem to stop the bloody Savi from trying.

”Okay. Listen. Both of you. I…,” Arven blinked, his mind racing. Where's Vi when I need her. It. He turned from the console, in a hurry to race to the research lab to double check the data and get a simulation going on possible surgical treatments, when he remembered the patients and turned back to them, hands up in placation. “Sorry. I have to research this. I think,” he paused, pointing at the console, then the two of them, seemingly lost for words but…almost maniac with excitement. “This is…well…its amazing, but…horrible,” Arven panted, then ran a hand over his face to regain his composure.

It didn't work.
 
“PAX,” he hollered suddenly, then “Kitty,” when the red-head didn’t appear. His head snapped left and right for the Nurse, but she didn’t come running either. “Shite, okay,” he remembered the patients, again, and rushed back to their beds to prep a hypo for each of them. “This…should alleviate the pain, but if the cellular rearrangement has blocked the receptors it wont work at all,” he told green-hair, then looked to wolf-lady. “I can give you a temporary shot of hormones to balance you out, but I wouldn’t try changing form any time soon,” Arven told her cryptically, as he prepped the hypo-sprays for both of them, utterly oblivious to their facial expressions.

OOC - Arven is the worst Doctor. I'd run, seriously, and I sincerely apologize for taking so long in replying.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: Ch 3 : The Hunt is On [ Day 1 | 1530+]
Last post by Eirual -
[Kelistina Kavat Droga | Hallway | Deck 04 | Vector 01 | “Helmet”]
ATTN:  @Brutus  @Nesota Kynnovan @Ellen

Kelistina Jumped back when something, or rather someone, tumbled out of the ladder tunnel and fell at their feet. Looking down at the female in confusion and fear at first. She recognized the female as one she had seen at the fancy party earlier and relaxed somewhat.

“Ja-ya said brain core target,” Kel said reaching out a hand to help Enyd to her feet, “You know what is it? I tell might get… stuck in tunnel. But I go too.” After Enyd was back on her feet Kel held out the phaser, “I not use this, you take?”

Considering that Kel wasn’t a Starfleet officer, it was unlikely the weapons would have even worked if she had fired it. “It from others not breathing now,”she said sadly, pointing back towards where they had found the murdered officers, “much saddness.” She finished slowly shaking her head before taking a deep breath.

She looked between Enyd and Jaya, “We go now?”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 S: [D3 | 0015hrs] If You Want Blood, You Got It
Last post by RyeTanker -
[IRS Vas'deletham | A few moments earlier.....] @Brutus @Dumedion @Ellen Fitz @joshs1000

It had taken longer to setup than Commander Borroso had hoped to set up the attack, but the Romulan ship master was a pragmatic man and he'd done what necessary bring his plan to fruition.  The carrier had taken some more damage and was trailing a small amount of plasma from one of the impulse engines, but the plan had worked as the lumbering ship sped away from the Starfleet ship while the more nimble Valdores brought themselves about for another run on the ship identified as Theurgy.  She was trailing smoke and atmosphere now, and like hunters going after a wounded prey, they were going to pounce. 

The only aspect of the plan that upset the carrier commander was the fearsome losses the fighter group had taken and his lips had to give a begrudging grin since the target had put out an incredible amount of firepower that had smashed fighters left and right in the attack run. It had all been worth it though as the gap he needed in the ship's defences had been created.  "Commander Borroso to boarding party, remember, I want that ship as a prize. Good luck.  Transport and launch Shuttles." The Commander solemnly intoned as 40 Romulan Marines beamed over to the Federation ship and shuttles carrying another 80 launched themselves into the maelstrom.

[Shohlogh G'gedh | Deck 6 | Vector 01 | The Helmet | USS Theurgy | In the present....]

The maintenance tube shook and the sound of weapons fire impacting vibrated through the very structure of the cursed ship as the team of Klingons shimmied their way through towards what the schematics were calling an auxiliary engineering room. At least that was the guess of the team leader since the most amount of energy being output was in that direction.  The timing was too good and any discomfort the infiltrator felt was a minor inconvenience.  The crew would be distracted in trying to keep the metal skin around them intact.  Nobody would notice.  Soon.  Soon, vengeance would be his and the thought tasted sweet in his mouth.  The group just needed to get through the junction up ahead and then there was a small access hatch into the engineering deck.  "I look forward to this day brothers.  We should savour this moment when we burst amongst the cowardly voles.  Starfleet. Hah!"  Shohlogh laughed derisively.  "Nothing but a bunch of prettied up technicians."  He concluded. 

"Quiet!"  The leader called back as he took a moment to turn back and deliver a deadly glare.  "Give away our position, and you'll never get a chance to sink metal into the enemies flesh.  They may be cowardly, but a phaser blast will kill just as surely as a blade."  The team leader turned back to crawling and keeping somewhat steady as the ship shook while Shohlogh cursed derision under his breath.  While there was wisdom in the team leaders words, it seemed too gutless.  Maybe he'd keep an eye on his 'leader' and if presented the opportunity, give him a coward's death.  It would be a vindication of his abilities before he went to Sto-Vo-Kor.  Shohlogh's canines became visible as he smiled at the potential of the situation.

The team lead stopped to take a moment and sit up in the cramped tunnel as he listened and watched to make sure their exit wasn't trapped.  His hand came up suddenly, stopping the other Klingons as the sign of impending danger arose.  Hurried boot steps could be heard coming down a ladder.  The clunking got closer for another 3 or 4 steps when the leader leapt out of the tunnel with a snarl and grabbed an alien by the back and flung him onto the deck.  The human screamed for a second then yelled as he landed hard and clearly in pain.  The Klingon was on top of the stunned witless human and drove a powerful palm strike at his quarry's face.  The human grunted as his head was smashed into deck, sending blood flying as he was dazed.  Another man yelped in surprise and scrambled to ascend the ladder with haste.  The leader silently cursed as he pulled his disruptor and fired at the fleeing human.  The first shot missed and scored the bulkhead with an ugly black splotch.  The second shot caused the engineer's foot to shatter in a cascade of leather, bone, and flesh.  The man screamed first as the pain smashed through his nervous system, then as he lost his footing and fell to the deck.  The leader brought his pistol to bear on the gap the engineers had emerged from checking for any more interlopers. 

This was his chance.  Shohlogh quickly exited the maintenance tunnel and put the stunned engineer in a headlock with a thrill.  The rush of power over his helpless for was intoxicating as the human began to struggle for air, hands clawing at his face for any sort of purchase and release from the massive arm that was choking the life out of him.  It was not an even to be enjoyed for too long as the team leaders words came through quickly and harshly.  "End it, we have a mission to complete."  The infiltrator quietly sighed as he pulled his d'k tahg and held it aloft, long enough that he was sure the human saw the implement of his own end before driving it with all his might into the human's chest.  The human screamed and Shohlogh moved to cover his mouth as he twisted the metal inside the human's body.  "Quickly now, the humans could have heard us, we need to go to maintain out advantage." He finished before diving headlong into the final tunnel before their objective.  Another infiltrator sliced open the other engineer's throat.  "At you will had a quick death instead of life as a cripple."  He finished before following the leader.  Shohlogh sneered as he regarded the two fallen before him and spat thick globules at each of their bodies.  "Far better since your deaths were at least honorable."  With that final indignity, dove in after everyone else to glory.

[Lieutenant Ida zh'Wann | Deck 6 | Vector 01 | The Helmet | USS Theurgy]
Fights were breaking out all over Vector 1 and the situation was definitley becoming hectic as Lieutenant Zark's voice became shorter and more clipped as she managed the battle from the Security Centre on Vector 2.  The secure comms flowed with information as the chaos flowed in. "Hull breaches dorsal Vector 1.  Fires and plasma leaks on decks 2 through 5.   Vector 1 transport inhibitor is non responsive.  Repeat, Vector 1 transport inhibitor is non responsive.  System shows destroyed. Romulans beaming in decks 1, 2, 6, and 10.  They're going for the bridge, main computers, engineering, and shuttle bay.  Automatic defences on the bridge are responding.  Friendly forces on decks 2 and 10 are engaged. Ida, hostile Romulan forces are coming up from behind you and we have Klingon weapon fire near engineering.  Kino, finish your situations and head to the shuttle bay to repel boarders.  Hirek, head to deck 6 to reinforce engineering."

Shelat. Lt. zh'Wann thought to herself as she made her way towards engineering, going from a steady clip to a full out run, armoured boots thundering on the deck.   "Zark, do you have an exit locus for the Klingons?"  The pause was tense as the other security officer's mind worked.  The tension didn't last long though. "Port side, either the storage room or the power relays." Ida mentally nodded. "Understood."

Lieutenant zh'Wann reached engineering and noticed the two guards posted outside the door were missing as they headed in. She hoped they would be enough and she could move on to other trouble spots, but hope was not a plan and she heard a pair of loud bangs inside the compartment followed by disruptor fire and screaming.  The door whooshed open at The Deputy's approach and her face went hard as chaos greeted her. Smoke and sparks mingled with engineers scrambling to find cover as one of the two guard's was screaming and writhing on the deck, grabbing his smoking abdomen. The other one was covering behind a support beam and firing back with her rifle. This was a lot less effective than it looked since she was also trying not to shoot her crewmates.

The Klingons had no such constraints and one of was using the body of an engineer as a shield against return fire while blasting away practically indiscriminately. Another engineer tried to get away and screamed as a mek'leth slashed his back and spun him towards his assailant. His suffering became much worse as the wicked blade came back up with practiced ease and plunged into his belly, eviscerating him. Another member of the engineering staff tried to tackle the sword holder and a quick flick of the Klingon's shoulder sent her flying into the railing surrounding the warp core with an audible thump. The Klingon smiled as he raised the short sword and prepared to plunge it into the defenceless woman.

Ida was faster as her phaser rifle snapped up to her shoulder and the sight picture in her exosuit helmet aligned with the target's back. A quick flick of her thumb raised the power setting from 3 to 6 and she pulled the firing stud. Three orange energy bolts sped across the engineering compartment, barely missing someone trying get away from the fighting. The sword holder had no such luck as his body arched from the impacts for a moment and he let out a silent death scream as his innards were fried. It was his last act standing as his legs gave way and he fell on the woman he'd tossed earlier, pinning her to the deck.

The hostage holder roared hatred as his comrade went down and he turned the pistol towards the Andorian.  Ida grunted as she a disruptor bolt hit her pouldron and spun her around while she fell.  Damage codes flashed on her HUD, and she didn't know where her rifle was, but all indications showed her armour was still in once piece and she rolled over as she pulled her pulse pistol from its holster.  Pulling herself back up against he master system control, the Zhen leaned up against the console and turned towards the other security guard who was pinned behind a bulkhead.  The ship shook from a hit and the console behind the guard exploded sending her sprawling to the deck, back filled with shrapnel. Clearly the situation was spiralling out of control.  They didn't have time for this and The Deputy took a breath before shuffling to the edge and taking a quick look around the corner of the control station.  The corner sparked as a shot came in her direction and she pulled back just in time.  Taking one more quick breath, the Andorian turned around knelt. She made a quick check on the power level of her sidearm before springing up and spraying phaser fire at the Klingon and his hostage.  The hapless engineer yelped as he was clipped in the shoulder by a level one phaser bolt and went limp.  The Klingon was also hit and the sudden loss of sensation forced him to drop his weapon.  He was so intent on holding on to his body shield that the suddenly unconscious engineer dragged him towards the deck.

Lieutenant zh'Wann quickly exited cover and moved towards the Klingons.  She covered the distance in a few strides and set the phaser to maximum stun.  Another Klingon was exiting and she fired at him, hitting him in the shoulder and head, bowling him back into the storage room.  She took one moment to pause and fired a burst of stun bolts into the downed infiltrator, sending into sleepy land for a long time.  Still, there was the rest of the room to clear and she moved quickly towards the storage room.  Her sensors told her there were a few more infiltrators inside and she fired at the door to cover her advance.  The left hand dropped to her stored grenades and she activated a stun grenade before tossing it into the room.  A whine burst through the room followed quickly by the sound of a couple of bodies falling.  Incredibly, someone was still inside and The Deputy charged in looking to take advantage of her momentum.  It was not to be as her quarry had been well hidden behind a crate and he practically threw it at her.  Ida grunted as she was knocked backwards and her pistil went flying.  Her instincts took over and she rolled then leapt up in case the Klingon tried to jump on her.  Instead, she found herself facing a grinning opponent who had pulled a d'k tahg.  "Finally, a real opponent, not these cowardly rats." Shohlogh challenged.  Ida didn't have time for this, but her pistol was no where to be found.  With choices running out fast, she pulled her combat knife and reversed the grip as her legs settled into a ready stance.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [Day 02 | 1630hrs] Cat's in the Cradle
Last post by joshs1000 -
[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin

Valkyrie 8749 - RCS total replacement…
Sweep again for debris…
Rotate T’Pret and Austin…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Memorial for the dead…
Recalibrate deck tractor beams…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Valkyrie 8748 - RCS total replacement…

The chorus seemed endless in Lok’s racing mind, too much to do, not enough time, and too exhausted to do it. Not enough time, he repeated to himself and reached out to tap the panel of the shower once more for just a bit more water pressure to perhaps blast away the aches and pains from his muscles. Lok had semi-clandestinely snuck into the Pilot’s Locker Room in order to get cleaned off and take a moment to relax, he would have used the Deck Crew’s showers but the detonation of the torpedo from Ghost’s fighter had thoroughly wrecked them. All the pilots seemed to be away or getting a bit of rack time before what was supposed to be yet more action later, so he figured nobody would come in for a bit, at least that is what he hoped. He sighed again and adjusted himself to lean against the far wall of the shower as the water ran down his front and slicked his black fur down, giving it a lovely sheen in the blue light and revealing every one of his powerful muscles.

Lok finally opened his eyes for the first time since he had started this whole ritual. He smirked and lightly chuckled to himself as he realized he had totally forgotten to close the opaque door to the shower, guess it’s a good thing nobody came in. Rather than close it though he just left it open, he was about to get out anyway and the interaction of the hot water and cool air had formed a bit of draft that felt kind of nice. Sighing yet again he forced his body to stand upright, need to get done and get back to it, he chastised himself but first a few more things needed to be cleaned. He reached back and grabbed his tail, lathering and stroking the length of it to get any dirt or grime out of his fur, then came his ears, and next his intimates, which he of course handled more delicately. As he lathered his sheath the thought came to him of perhaps “relieving stress” in a more carnal way but he reminded himself, once more, he didn’t have the time. Once all that was taken care of he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

A large pile of folded towels sat on a rack nearby and Lok grabbed most of them, his fur would take a fair deal to dry off and since he was in the locker room he couldn’t exactly shake all the water off like he normally did. He got to work with the first towel, giving himself a once-over to get the majority of the water off. Once that towell was thoroughly soaked he started on the next getting some of his thicker areas of fur. The next towel was for his tail. As he went about the task of drying himself he started to hum a Betazoid pop song, the name of which he couldn’t remember. He picked up the final towell threw it over his head and started to rub it all over to get the last of the water out, specifically from his ears. So enraptured was he that he didn’t even realize someone had entered until a familiar voice asked.

“Enjoying yourself in there?”

Lok yelped a little and threw the towel off in surprise, He blinked several times to let his yellow eyes adjust to the sight of Dom by his locker, staring at him with a smirk.

“Lieutenant!” Lok responded in a bewildered tone.

Discipline and over a decade of service however took hold and rather recoil in embarrassment he automatically stood at attention in front of the shower alcove. This of course put him on full display for the officer, his muscular form stood poised and tall, chest pushed out, every muscle tensed and flexed as he stood still. His black fur, now mostly dried, was a bit unkempt, he would need to brush it, but it still looked attractive in a sort of “just rolled out of bed” kind of way. It only took a few seconds though for Lok to regain his sense of reality and the fact that his hefty, even for a Kzin, furry testicles and plump sheath were on full display. He moved his large clawed hands to cover his shame as best he could and glanced at Dom with a nervous grin.

As Lok further regained his senses he felt oddly excited underneath all the nervousness of getting chewed out. Perhaps he had wanted this to happen, his mind had suggested that certain stress relief earlier; his ears suddenly burned and folded back as he felt a twitch of response under his hands at the naughty thought. He had been eyeing Dom up when he could the past couple days, the two were both empathic, his feelings and desires were not hard to figure out, maybe they both subconsciously drew each other here. Hard to say.

His hearts pounded as he waited to see what would happen next
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Romulan Strike Craft | Dogfight Near the Triangle ] Attn: All Involved in Fighter Combat @P.C. Haring  @Stegro88 @rae  @Pierce @Dumedion @Krajin 

The burning wreckage of what had once been a wingmate spiraled past her canopy, the green aurora of a ruptured singularity core still flickering violently as it trailed into the void. The pilot swore under her breath in the clipped, guttural Romulan dialect of her home province, fingers tightening on the controls as her strike craft dove hard beneath the dorsal arc of a Federation Valkyrie.

*How were they this good?*

She had fought Andorians in skirmishes along the shattered borders of the Velorum sector, danced against Klingon raiders testing the nerves of the divided Empire. But these Theurgy bastards flew like predators—coordinated, brutal, fast. And unlike her own half-panicked wingmates, the Federation pilots didn’t just react—they *hunted.*

Her sensor grid flared with another contact loss. A Mogai-class wing support had just vanished in a pulse of light. She grimaced, banking starboard, trying to shake the lock the human pilot had on her. Plasma bursts flicked past her cockpit, lighting the narrow space in pulses of orange and white. A momentary break in the crossfire let her breathe again.

"Maintain squadron formation!" she barked into the encrypted combat net, but there was no answer from her flight leader. Just static and screams.

And yet, through it all, her targeting systems were a mess. Her lock-on sequences refused to hold—*jamming? no, too precise*—as if the Starfleet fighters were dancing one heartbeat ahead of her every attempt to fix a torpedo track. Her fists slammed into the side of her console in frustration.

"This should not be happening. We *outnumber* them!" she hissed.

But then… something even stranger.

Her HUD pinged a contact ahead—a Romulan shuttlecraft, one of the newer Peregrine-pattern retrofits—but instead of banking into the expected defensive arc, it fired. *At another Romulan vessel.*

"What in the Elements…?"

Her eyes darted across the tactical feed. Two, no, *three* more strike-craft were peeling away from their defensive screen and engaging the tail end of the carrier wing. Green disruptor fire lanced across the void, hitting *Romulan hulls.* Was it a malfunction? Sabotage?

Or something darker.

*Have they turned on us? Who gave that order?*

Her confusion clouded the moment. A warp-sheer ripple narrowly missed her port nacelle as a passing fighter spun through the wreckage of a broken Valravn. Her focus snapped back.

And then—*yes.*

Her targeting grid flared emerald green. A lock. Clean, stable, undeniable. A Federation fighter—angled just right, its electronic countermeasures lagging half a second too long. Her weapons primed automatically.

"Target acquired," she whispered, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Her finger hovered over the trigger. “Time to even the score.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EP 2 BTS | D02 | 2300 hrs] Turning Into the Wind
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[PO1 Vinnie "Fury" Ferris | Fighter Bay | Deck 15 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: ATTN: @rae  @Pierce @Dumedion  @Stegro88  @Havenborn  @Eden  @Krajin  @Tae @P.C. Haring @ob2lander961  @Dree @Krajin

The shriek of klaxons was almost drowned out by the pounding of boots and shouted orders echoing across the flight deck as PO1 Vinnie Ferris emerged from the corridor, helmet tucked under one arm and flight harness slung partially over his shoulder. His pace was brisk, but there was a calm in his movement—equal parts muscle memory and practiced urgency. The red lights flashing across bulkheads painted the Kestrel’s tail fins in shades of crimson and shadow.

Fury was already dressed for launch, and despite his RIO station still being in limbo following Devyrie’s death, he was assigned to back up several pilots for launch readiness and emergency fill-in. He’d been rotating between simulators and real seat time ever since, keeping sharp, staying useful.

His sharp eyes swept the deck and immediately caught sight of the two Kzin—Lok’s distinctive striped frame sprinting across the deck, shouting orders and rallying the crew, and Dominic already hauling himself into Wolf-10, like a great beast climbing into a war chariot. It was chaos—but it was controlled. That was good. Theurgy didn’t need hesitation. She needed teeth.

Ferris quickened his stride past the line of Valkyries being fueled and armed, nodding to the ordnance team as he passed. “Make it sing, Warrant,” he tossed over his shoulder to the munitions tech loading photon torpedoes into Wolf-07’s belly. He reached the access ladder to one of the standby Valravns and paused, watching Lok at the top of Janus’s ladder, running a function check like a man trying to plug every hole in a sinking ship before takeoff.

He respected that—respected *him.* He'd only been awakened recently and yet the other Kzin worked like a man possessed, but there was calculation behind his chaos. That was what made the difference between surviving a battle and just being another smoking crater in someone’s kill report.

Ferris tapped his earpiece, catching the tail end of the Flight Ops call.

“—Wolf Squadron to your spacecraft!”

His own Valravn, Wolf-11, gleamed beneath the hangar lights. It had been stripped down and refit twice since their last engagement. No one wanted to put it in the air until now. But desperate times. Fury gave a grim smile and jogged over, climbing the side with the fluid grace of someone who’d done it a hundred times before.

The cockpit canopy was cold to the touch as he dropped into the RIO seat—not his usual role now, but if called, he’d be ready to fly solo again. He ran the checklist like muscle memory: life support, ECM, shields, pulse phaser control, warp field modulator sync. One after the other, green lights swept across his display.

He opened a comms link to Flight Ops.
"Wolf-11, RIO Fury. Preflight complete. Bird’s green across the board. Standing by for launch clearance or reassign if needed."

As he waited, he glanced across the canopy toward Janus’s fighter, seeing Lok finally drop from the side and stride toward the other crew chiefs. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Damn right,” he murmured. “Let’s whoop some ass.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Topic: Ch 3 : The Hunt is On [ Day 1 | 1530+]
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[Lt. Enyd Madsen | Jeffries Tube Junction | Deck 4 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nesota Kynnovan  @Eirual

A muffled thud, followed by a flurry of motion, announced her entrance before Enyd even had a chance to speak. One boot slipped on a crossbeam, sending her tumbling forward with an undignified grunt as she landed squarely in view of Jaya and Kel. Her disheveled braid swung over one shoulder, a stubborn streak of conduit grease decorating her cheek.

“Don’t shoot,” Enyd coughed out, lifting one hand in half-hearted surrender while awkwardly regaining her footing. “Unless you really didn’t like my last diplomatic report.”

Her grin faded into urgency as she adjusted her posture, brushing herself off with a quick sweep of her palms. “I heard something earlier—crawling, shifting metal—back in one of the auxiliary tubes. Thought it might’ve been someone in distress or, worst case, sabotage. So I followed it. Got turned around just in time to hear about the frontal assault on Engineering over comms.”

She nodded toward the route ahead. “I was already heading that direction when I ran into, well… gravity.” A slight gesture to where she'd fallen. “I’m guessing you two heard something?”

Her gaze sharpened, scanning their expressions for unspoken tension. “I don’t think that attack on Engineering is the *real* problem. It feels too loud, too direct. My gut says it’s a distraction—something nastier is crawling its way in through these tubes.”

She unholstered her phaser, the gesture crisp and practiced, voice dropping slightly. “Suggest we stick together and keep our weapons ready. If I’m right, the next threat’s going to come from behind, not in front. Meaning the core itself is likely at risk.”

With a firm nod to Jaya and Kel, Enyd moved to take point beside them, expression grave despite the remnants of her earlier fall.
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