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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EPI S [Day 03 | 2330hrs.] Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Intensive Care Unit | Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy ] @RyeTanker @Griff

The corridor outside Sickbay had that particular quiet that meant the worst of it was over, and nobody had decided yet what came next. Enyd stood at the entrance a moment longer than she needed to. Her PADD was still in her hand — she'd been reading orders off it in the turbolift and hadn't put it away, which meant she'd been holding it for twenty minutes. She tucked it under her arm.

The nurse at the front station looked up. Enyd held up a hand. The nurse settled back. She moved into the ward slowly. Most of the lights were dimmed for the patients sleeping, which meant she had to read the name tags at the foot of each bed by the low glow of the biobed monitors. She'd already pulled the casualty reports. She knew most of what she'd find here. Knowing and seeing were different operations and she was doing both now, one bed at a time.

Callax. She stopped. Asleep, or close enough. Biobed steady. She stood there for a beat, filed him under alive and in the right place, and made her feet move. She did that four more times. Four more names she knew. By the time she reached the ICU threshold, her jaw ached, which meant she'd been holding it tight.

She saw Alistair before he heard her. The set of his shoulders told her enough. She crossed to him and put her arms around him from behind, pressed her face between his shoulder blades, pressing her face between his shoulder blades and held on. Then she looked up and saw Zark. Her arms tightened.

"She pushed me." Her voice came out wrong — too thin, too careful, the voice she used when she was managing something her face hadn't caught up to yet. "On Donatra's ship. There was a blast and she—" She stopped. The monitors cycled. Something beeped once and went quiet. "I didn't see it coming."

Zark lay on her back, smaller than she had any right to look, the white hair spread wrong against the pillow. Enyd had watched Zark laugh that morning. She was almost certain it had been that morning.

"The infiltration team got to the weapon. Just before Donatra triggered it." Her thumb moved against Alistair's arm without her deciding it would. "Which she did. Trigger it. And then when it didn't fire she—" A short exhale. "Ritual suicide. Rather than deal with losing." She thought about Donatra's face in those last seconds. She thought about the underground leader who had gone the same way. "Both of them. Their own hands." She wasn't sure if she was talking to Alistair or working it out. "I keep thinking about whether there was a version where I—"

She let it go. There wasn't, or if there was, she hadn't found it in time. She pressed her mouth to the base of his neck and stayed there for a moment, breathing. Then she moved to stand beside him, her shoulder against his arm, and looked at Zark's still face.

"How are you holding up?" The question was directed to Alistair, but she had an inner hope that Zark would miraculously wake up in that moment to answer her.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EPI S: The curious case of Humpty Dumpty [Day 03 | 2330 hrs]
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Specialist Hirek tr'Aimne |Main Sickbay | Biolab 2 | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] @Dumedion

He had read the literature on Vulpinian physiology. The literature had not prepared him for this.

He watched without speaking. The transformation was not dramatic in the way that spectacle was dramatic — no flash, no sound beyond the biological. The architecture of her body reorganized with a certainty that made the previous state, the weeks of wrongness he had already grown accustomed to, look like what it had been: an interruption. Fur resolved where there had been exposed misaligned tissue. The muzzle settled into its proper proportion. The hands — no longer the knotted, indeterminate things they had been — became paws. He watched the timber wolf markings clarify across her shoulders and forearms.

Thrai, he thought, the Romulan word for what the Terrans would call "wolf" only with the added elements of a wolf in humanoid form. It fit better than whatever the Federation taxonomy would have reached for.

When she spoke — rough, the consonants pulled through a phonology built for a different register, the hiss running underneath the sibilants — he noted the voice matched the form in a way her previous vocalizations had not. Everything was, at last, of a piece.

He agreed with Leux's suggestion that she return for monitored transitions across all forms. He did not say so aloud because Leux had already said it, and repetition served no purpose. Whether he personally needed to be present for those sessions was a separate question. He was curious enough that he likely would be, if scheduling permitted. He was also aware that there may be forms Vulpinians kept private in ways that had no clinical justification — whether her culture drew that line, and where, was not something he intended to ask in an operating room. He would find out eventually. Things of that nature became apparent over time, or they remained private.

Leux extended his hand. Hirek looked at it for a moment — the gesture was Human in origin, and he had encountered it enough times to recognize it, though his first instinct when someone extended a hand toward him was still a brief and automatic assessment of intent. He identified the intent, registered mild amusement at his own reflex, and took the hand. Shook it once.

"The work was its own reward," he said, and meant it, and accepted Leux's follow-on offer with a single nod. He did not add anything to it. Leux was already leaving, already hollering for the nurse, already on to the next problem.

He turned back to Ehfva. He looked her over with the same neutral attention he had given the scans — noting the proportions, the way mass distributed across the frame, the particular quality of stillness she had now that her body was no longer arguing with itself. She was shorter than him. Smaller in stature. Though he would not have described her as small.

"In my opinion," he said, "you are adequately clothed. I assume it is Federation propriety that requires anyone already covered in it to add a second layer on top."

Ehfva's muzzle shifted. The expression that crossed it — not quite a smile, but in the vicinity — showed teeth. Good teeth.

"Pinning the combadge directly into the pectoral muscle," she said, the words rough-edged but clear, "would be less than pleasant. Even after everything."

"A fair objection," Hirek conceded.

The door opened. Nurse Kitty entered, took in Ehfva at her full and proper height and dimension, blinked once with the expression of someone who had revised their working assumption and not yet decided what to replace it with, and left without a word.

Hirek glanced at Ehfva. Ehfva's ears shifted. They both declined to comment.

He watched her stand. She came to her full height, and he noted, without sentiment, that the mass on that smaller frame was not decorative. He had fought alongside her. He had seen what she was capable of when the situation required it. Whatever she could do in this form, with the claws on both sets of limbs and the teeth she had just demonstrated, he had no interest in being on the wrong side of. The literature had mentioned combat capability in the feral form as well, which he had filed without fully appreciating until now.

"Things still don't feel quite right," she said. Not a complaint. A report. "But I'll take this over what the Savi left me with."

Hirek made a short sound, not quite a laugh. "That's the instructive thing about torture. It recalibrates the baseline. Afterward, you're grateful for sub-par. You consider it a victory." He said it the way he said most things — without self-pity, the way you cite a fact you've had long enough to stop finding remarkable.

The door opened again. Kitty, this time with a folded uniform in the medical department color, sized — from the look of it — with more consideration than a standard requisition would typically produce.

"The doctor," she said, to no one in particular and both of them simultaneously, "failed to specify which form you'd be in. Your different forms will likely need different tailored uniforms." She set it on the nearest surface and looked at Ehfva. "Do you need help?"

Ehfva shook her head.

Kitty turned to Hirek. Her tone shifted — not unkind, but businesslike in the way that suggested she had run this particular errand on behalf of Leux before and had developed efficient methods for completing it. "The doctor left a list. A few patients where he thought your background might be useful, if you have time."

"I have time," Hirek said.

He did not move immediately. Ehfva was pulling on the uniform — no particular modesty in the gesture, simply the practical management of clothing.

"There is a term in Romulan," he said. "Susse-thrai." He said it in Romulan first, then translated: "She-wolf." He considered the uniform she was wearing, the bare feet on the deck plating, the set of her shoulders now that they sat correctly. "Having fought alongside you, I have revised my view of the term from its original form. For female Vulpinians, I think it can be used accurately." He inclined his head slightly. "It has been an honor to come through this alongside you. I expect we'll continue to be useful to each other."

Ehfva was quiet for a moment. The tail moved once, settling. "I hope we have less fighting ahead of us," she said. "I've lived through enough battles to value the routine of peacetime."

Hirek nodded. "On that, we agree entirely."

They left the lab together and separated at the corridor junction without ceremony — Hirek toward Kitty and the list of patients, Ehfva in the direction of wherever an executive officer kept themselves on a ship that had, in the last several days, had rather a lot to keep track of.

FIN
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Interregnum 02-03 S2 / Re: Day 01 [ 0700 hrs] The Salvage Job
Last post by Dumedion -
[Ens. Talia “Shadow” Al-Ibrahim | Cockpit, Wolf-04 | Outbound Lane Beta Near Starbase 234] Attn: @RyeTanker  @Brutus   @Ellen Fitz   @Nesota Kynnovan  @Stegro88   @Krajin  & anyone else
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Talia listened to the coms chatter with a shake of her head; behind the helm’s digital HUD overlay projection, dark chocolate eyes narrowed with a frown of annoyance. She checked the void on their assigned vector, visual and instrumentation – the heavens were wide open, literally. Nobody even gave a flying fuck about min-safe distance since Kirk stole the Enterprise and peeled-out all over the Excelsior’s face – which occurred practically on ESD’s doorstep.

Talia snorted at Atlas’ comment, then sucked her teeth as somebody right next to their shuttle convoy warped out, which fit the narrative spun by whoever ass-hat was in the Tower perfectly.

“Yeah,” Shadow drew the word out in a bored drawl, “sounds like somebody pissed in Control's cereal. Typical male ego trip.” A sigh followed, before an alert chime signaled clearance to warp-out from the Maslow. "Finally..."

“…And we’re off,” Shadow deadpanned as she throttled up and her Valkyrie leapt into the dark alongside them.

[Earlier, during Gramp’s mission brief…]

Talia stood next to the giant man-cat who – even seated – was still taller than her; the pilot’s arms were folded, a hip cocked to the opposite side. She appeared equal parts annoyed and impatient, waiting for the gaggle of crew to organize themselves. The wolves still had a list of tasks to do before launch – get flight ready, mission prep, armament, brief flight ops, drop the flight plan for Janus’ approval (although honestly, Talia doubted the old man could even be bothered with paperwork), suit up and preflight....

In short, they all had shit to do.

“Why are we here, hours before,” Talia huffed quietly between her teeth, wolf-like without conscious intent. Almost as if he’d heard her, Chief Arnold promptly began, which caused the pilot’s face to drop as the engineer’s eyes swept the group; Shadow feigned interest in her feet suddenly to hide a grimace of embarrassment.

The mission seemed straightforward though, that was a relief; Talia’s brow arched when Atlas spoke up, but made no further commentary – sure, they could do all kinds of crazy stupid stuff – that didn’t make it advisable. Still, a shoulder lifted and fell in a half-shrug; they were coming along as escorts and back-up force projection – if Gramps needed them for other tasks though, so be it.

Once the briefing concluded, Atlas tapped Talia’s shoulder (mostly paw and some PADD) which left behind more than a few loose strands of colorful hairs upon the grey fabric; which she ignored – at the time. Her eyes scanned the tablet quickly with a nod of approval.

“I’d get the same if we weren’t running low on torps,” Shadow sucked her teeth. “Clusters will do, with a single rack of photons; I’ll keep the tet cannon as well, that thing’s fun to shoot,” her lips pursed in thought for a moment. “Yeah, that should do, plus standard compliment,” she shrugged as they made their exit. The pair looked quite comical; the giant was forced to take extra slow steps while the dark haired woman marched at a brisk pace to keep up.

Her head barely reached his waist.

“Oh, hey,” Talia called up to Atlas just before they reached the turbolift back to the FAB. “Make sure you sync your wrist PADD to your ship before you go EVA; remote play options abound. I did it with a shuttle once – was fun. I can walk you through it while we’re bored and waiting for something to happen, if you like.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EPI S: The curious case of Humpty Dumpty [Day 03 | 2330 hrs]
Last post by Dumedion -
[LT Arven Leux | Main Sickbay | Biolab 2 | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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He'd never witnessed a Vulpinian shift forms before.

Even knowing what to expect based on hours of research, (which, to be fair to the various authors of said material was rather bland), Arven couldn’t help but stare in abject fascination as it happened. The entire ‘episode’ lasted mere moments, but for the duration the Doctor stood transfixed just outside the force-field with only his eyes moving in a rapid series of glances; every few seconds, he'd check Ehfva’s fluctuating vitals, reading the changes in her body’s topography in-transition. It was quite extraordinary to witness; certainly more so than reading the scientific and medical analysis – an impressive display of unusual biological evolution – and he was thoroughly pleased about the fact that his patient wasn’t turning into a pile of biological ooze, or losing her mind due to pain induced psychosis, too.

In the end, Arven released the breath he’d been holding in an audible sigh of relief, then paid close attention while Ehfva tested her range of motion; the muscle tremors had ceased, apparently, yet there was no telling how much lingering pain would remain post-shift.

He lowered the field surrounding her once the Vulpinian spoke, her speech far more easily spoken and understood; still, the wet edge to her words would take some getting used to. She sounded like something that stalked the shadows, eternally hungry – Luex made a mental note to try not to piss her off anytime soon.

“Yes, that would be prudent, I think,” Arven nodded to her suggestion after waving a tricoder over her head, to verify that Hirek’s modified stimulator was still functioning properly. A series of beeps confirmed that it was. “I’ll begin replicating more pheromone injections for shift-initiation in the interim. Once we have transitions to all forms without any hiccups, and given time to analyze the data…I think you’ll be good to go,” he shrugged, blinking in equal parts relief and wonder.

Arven turned to Hirek, then – a hand extended. “This was very educational. Your expertise was invaluable,” he spoke in a rare tone of honest appreciation and respect, meeting the Romulan’s eyes with humility. “Should you ever require mine, you have it.”

The Doctor nodded, then clapped his hands together before turning back to address the semi-naked werewolf in the room as he made to leave. Now that the urgency and direness of her circumstances had changed, Arven’s cynical, deadpan tone returned without a second thought. “Right. First things first – let’s get you some clothes before you go prowling off through the ship in search of something to eat, shall we?”

Arven didn’t wait for a response; the door closed behind him as he hollered loudly for Nurse Kitty so she could deal with it.
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Interregnum 02-03 S2 / Re: Day 02 [0815 hrs] We're Good, For Now
Last post by Brutus -
[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers |  Chief Diplomatic Officer's Office | Deck 08 | Vector 01 |  USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz @Stegro88 @Hans Applegate and anyone else  [Show/Hide]

Sometimes being a Betazed felt a bit akin to cheating at the game of life. She could feel the surprise and approval from the Lieutenant over her choice of MacGregor. Faye could also glean an inkling into the level of stress her superior was dealing with, given everything she had to split her focus on. So Faye kept that little burst of satisfaction bundled inside, responding with a simple nod of acknowledgement to her stated plan.  Off to a good start. Yes, there was acknowledgement of current losses, a fact of life aboard this ship that never seemed far away. Though perhaps that was finally going to change, with the crew no longer being hunted down by Starfleet. 

Regardless, this meant that Faye would be reading more than a few crew profiles in the very near future. One member of the team was a lock (whether she wanted to or not, Faye would convince Mickayla to come along) and she had a notion of a few others. Still - it would not hurt to get suggestions from the Klingon herself.  And her own department had a great deal of gofer level aides that she could call upon. 

Faye leaned forward, watching as Enyd enunciated on the delicate question the younger diplomat had put forth. The response made sense, and Faye had to wonder what it said about herself that she was expecting enemies where there should be friends. And not even the Infested themselves, though she agreed with her boss, that would be the biggest, impossible to determine threat at hand. But she had simply been thinking of officers with a grudge. While it was good that no one having been assigned to Task Force Acheron, for instance, would be sent to keep an eye on Faye and her team, that didn't mean that anyone from a 'safe' ship wouldn't still have their own issues. 

Just one big happy Fleet again, she mused. "I am nothing if not personable, Faye admitted, her head falling slightly to one side as a lopsided smile graced her face. "Dancing that line will be a bit of a challenge but I'll do my best not to ruffle any of our fellow birds feathers. The Klingons...well sometimes feather ruffling is the diplomatic option and...if I follow this metaphor any further someone's going to end up a Turkey dinner, so lets drop that." Faye gave a sheepish shrug before her expression turned serious.

"I'll see to the personnel assignments, and then get shipped out. Once we are in place I'll establish secure communications protocols." In some ways, going back to Qo'noS was a relief. At least if a Klingon was going to stab you, they would do so face to face.

Standing, Faye tugged her jacket into place, smoothed her skirt, and dipped her head to her boss, before striding out of the room, PADD already in hand. She was pulling up personnel files and mission logs, having the ships computer cross reference any reports related to the most recent time in Klingon space and various and sundry interactions and infractions. Anyone having gotten into a bar brawl might not be an actual liability on a mission like this, after all.  Even as she brought her hand up to her combadge, stepping into the turbolift, the first text invitations (orders) we being sent out. 

=/\="Ens. Eloi-Danvers to COP MacGregor. Hope you didn't make any plans for downtime on the Starbase,  Mickayla. We're getting shipped back to Qo'noS..."=/\=

OOC: Okay everyone, from this point we are going to jump forward on the mission. Anyone that intends to join the thread should say something in the planning thread if you haven't already let me know directly. The Idea is for folks to post up, establishing themselves on planet. Feel free to flashback to anything you want them to have covered between getting their orders and getting on site. If you have questions let me know either through the OOC thread above or on Discord. 

Qapla'!
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Interregnum 02-03 S2 / Re: Day 02 [ 945 hrs ] Everything's Fine, So Far...
Last post by RyeTanker -
[ Chief Petty Officer Dominic Lau | Outside Chief Diplomatic Officer's Office | Deck 08 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy] @rae @Ellen Fitz

Chief Petty Officer Dominic Lau had a fairly solid idea why he'd been chosen for his current destination and he wasn't entirely convinced.  It made a lot of sense since he also had a background in security, so he could handle the protection detail.  Especially with security stretched thin as it was, so the need for an experienced team leader for a diplomatically sensitive operation was called for.  That wasn't was upsetting though.  No.  It was the fact the team was being split up.  It had been hard to figure out who had to go with whom, but the rules of too many competing priorities was coming into play.  Bessir was accompanying a junior attache to Qo’Nos as security, Knox was going off to who knows where while himself and Cheung would accompany the diplomat.  Thus leading to their first change where the team Chief and the Bajoran-Cardassian were in security yellow instead of their normally required intel red shirts.

A quartet security crewman accompanied the re-purposed infiltration team.  "It should be straight forward assignment."  Chief Lau started.  "We're mainly there to make sure the assigned diplomat is kept safe and alive.  We'll patrol in pairs with myself staying close to the VIP."  He took a moment to check at the Asian women following as she carried her PADD, but set up as a portable terminal with additional privacy features. "Klaudia.  You're our ace in the hole."  He pulled an earbud out of his pocket and passed it to the resident tech expert who put it in her ear without question. "I'm going to keep an eye on the other parties to watch how the opposition reacts and pass on those observations to you while you do the same thing."  He paused for a moment.  "You'll have the best chance to pick out additional data points to pass on to the diplomat.  In the mean time, we're going to get a background brief and find out what rules we're operating under.  Klaudia, you're going to act as the diplomat's aide, take her notes and what not."  This explanation was not for Cheung who knew her job very well, but for the quartet of security who didn't know her at all.  It also gave a plausible cover for whatever Cheung would decide to do on the job.

The team Chief saw a tall slim Andorian enter the office ahead of his group.  She certainly was a graceful member he noted from the way she carried herself and how her hair was arranged.  It didn't take long for the group to follow and he pressed the admittance chime, then entered when summoned.  He recognized the woman sitting at the Chief Diplomat's desk.  A very rapid promotion under the circumstances and he nodded respectfully to the officers as he brought his procession in. "Lieutenant Madsen, Lieutenant zh’Eziarath.  Chief Dominic Lau. I'll be leading the security detachment. Lieutenant zh’Eziarath, this is PO2 Klaudia Cheung.  She's been selected as an aide for this mission."  With introductions complete, he waited for his introduction to sink in and for what ever information would be forthcoming.
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Director's Cut / Re: [Stardate 57714.5: May 12th, 2381] - Boldly they rode...
Last post by Hans Applegate -
[PO2 Knox | Stolen Romulan fighter crashing into Donatra's Ship | The Triangle ] Attn: Writers

Turning, banking, rolling, dodging! And just trying not to get blown up! Knox pulled hard on the controls again to roll out of the way of another disrupter beam from a Romulan fighter that had been proving rather annoying. By annoying, meaning trying to kill him.
“Why are all of these solids so mean today? Damn it! I need to get out of this fighter-” a glancing blow to the hull of his space fighter sent a shudder through the craft.

Seeing Donatra’s ship up ahead, Knox aimed at it and fired off a few beams of his own. The beans connected with the hull of the ship this time. Realizing the shields were down, Knox flew straight for the ship. He figured he would do better fighting in melee combat instead of this fighter he had no training in.

Thankfully, a member of the Theurgy’s crew in another fighter took care of the Romulan fighter that had been ‘annoying’ Knox. This left him open to fly straight at a large gapping hole in the side of Donatra’s ship. Just before impact, he popped the canopy and bailed out, still wearing his stolen space suit. His mind briefly wandered to how that Romulan chick ended up doing a nude space walk when he took the suit from her in the airlock, and laughed as his shiny new fighter slammed into the hull and made it even bigger with a series of secondary explosions.

Then Knox drifted. The momentum carried him slowly towards Donatra’s ship. Well, he was actually going kind of fast, but not as fast as he would like, considering how open and exposed he was in the middle of a space battle with only a flimsy spacesuit. Eventually, eight seconds later, he tumbled into the large opening on the ship.

The damage control had left the part of the ship he was sort of inside still exposed to hard vacuum. A problem, but a temporary one. He just had to find a hatch that he could force open briefly. Very briefly. So that he could slip in. Then he would slip out of his space suit and look for Romulans to kill. Not a complex plan, and there were a few holes in it. But he liked to keep planning loose and open to change. He was all about change after all.

Exploring the torn-open area of the damaged ship, Knox eventually found a small service tunnel that had been severed. Wriggling into it he climbed up. He knew it was up because the gravity kicked in eventually as he left the damaged area and returned to a place still with life support and gravity. The problem was that his little tunnel had no atmosphere, remaining unpressurized from where it was severed at the crash site. Working with the handle and turning it. Knox braced himself and slowly cranked the hatchway open. There was a rush of air coming out! But soon that stopped. Presumably, by a safety mechanism upstream of this area of the maintenance network. This safety mechanism allowed Knox to climb through the opening and close the hatch behind him. A few moments later, air returned. Knox was now fully inside the ship.

Quickly, he stripped off the spacesuit and briefly contemplated a Romulan form to take. Deciding on a male with high rank, he morphed into a new body that would help him cause havoc. After listening for a few seconds, Knox exited through a vent into an empty corridor as a slime then quickly assumed his Romulan male form with a high rank and started running. He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew there was a battle and nobody would stop to question a ranking officer running when the ship was under attack. That theory was tested moments later.

Two lieutenants emerged from the door at the end of the corridor just as Knox arrived. The two men, seeing a superior officer running towards them as a few more thuds of impacting ordnance thundered through the hull, froze. Then they asked him something…in Romulan…

It was at this moment that Knox realized that he had fucked up. He couldn’t speak Romulan.

The two, shaken Romulan lieutenants looked at him expectantly.

Knox stared back blankly, standing in front of them.
The lieutenants looked at each other then back and Knox and said something else. It was equally unintelligible but seemed like a question.

Knox, thinking quickly, just pointed behind them.

When the two Romulan men turned to look behind them, Knox transformed his outstretched arm into a blade and quickly cut their heads off. As their bodies crumpled and their heads hit the floor and rolled, a Romulan female came jogging out of a different door a few paces away. She stopped in shock, looking at the two headless bodies of her shipmates and the blade-armed Knox, now not in very good disguise. A second later, she screamed and turned to run away!

OK, so this was a terrible plan, Knox thought as he gave up on stealth and grew a few more bladed appendages. Then he gave chase...
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Interregnum 02-03 S2 / Re: Day 03 [ 1330hrs ] Back Channel Operations
Last post by Hans Applegate -
[PO2 Knox | Civilian Freighter Merchant's Folly \ In Transit - Triangle Region] Atten: Pertinent Writers @Ellen Fitz @Krajin

Knox is in human male form, riding along with them, eager to get things. Thrift is fun. Actually paying for stuff would also be an enlightening experience. Knox is happy to be on a field trip. He is, however, completely unaware that Thane, sitting across from him, is a telepath.

He hoped that his brown cargo pants and dark leather trench coat would help him fit in on this mission. He chose to appear unarmed. But he had four phasers hidden inside his body internally. Just in case things got fun…

Knox absently stares at the ceiling, wondering how much fun he is going to have helping his boss’s boss acquire new shiny things that their ship needs. Everything he had hoped for was slowly coming true. He had finally fallen in with the more corrupt, underhanded, morally bankrupt, murder hobo, pirate thieves he had yet encountered after leaving the collective. His mind raced, imagining fun new adventures that awaited him and his new solid friends as he blankly stared at the ceiling. Knox, for the first time in a long time, felt at home and happy.
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Interregnum 02-03 S2 / Re: Day 01 [ 0800 hrs ] Maybe By Next Tuesday
Last post by Hans Applegate -
[PO2 Knox, | Starbase 234] Attn: Open

Knox looked around reading people’s body language as he followed close behind Stark, listening carefully to the conversation she was having with Warrant Officer Delas. What he learned was that he was correct about his assessment of the Theurgy. They were the ultimate pirate marauders of a warlike, and strangely bureaucratic, organization called Starfleet. His friend Anderson did well to assign him here. He would have to thank the man if he ever saw him again.

As they rounded the next corner heading to some kind of large storage room/workshop, in the large space station, Knox caught sight of at least 3 different humanoid looking species. So, it was common for non-humans to serve in Starfleet. Knox made a mental note of this.

“And your name is?” CWO Delas asked, pulling Knox back to reality while consulting his clipboard.

“I am PO2 Knox.”

“Ah yes. I have your name here.” CWO Delas made some sort of a mark on his paper then looked up. “You are to go help Hurly over there with getting ambient interphasic confinement capacitors ready to transfer over to the USS Theurgy.” Delas pointed to a burly man on the far side of the room. “As soon as you two are done you can use a hover cart to move it back to your ship.”

“Aye Sir.” Knox snapped a quick salute and headed over to see Hurly. His new, and temporary work partner.

“Yo Hurly. I am Knox.” Knox said to the man as he held out his hand offering a handshake. “I didn’t get your rank so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

The large burly man paused with a blank expression for a moment before smiling and shaking Knox’s hand. “Well rank sure doesn't affect our pay, that is for sure!” Hurly said with a chuckle.

“Well what are we working on here?” Knox asked as his eyes drifted (metaphorically) to look at the work station next to Hurly.

“Just some ambient interphasic confinement capacitors. It will go quicker now that you are here. Almost done with the intricate stuff. Can you attach the covers to this lot here, while I finish up with the innards of these last few here?”

“Only if you show me to the galley afterwards. I am hungry.” With that, the two men got to work and quickly finished ambient interphasic confinement capacitors. And stowed ambient interphasic confinement capacitors where it belonged on the USS Theurgy. Job complete, Knox was eager for Hurly to show him to the galley so he could try out the food available on a space station.

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