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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 2115 hrs] After Hours Consultation
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Temporary Quarters | D. 11 | V. 2 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] Attn: @Relatively Insane

“Well, none of us have all the answers to everything, ensign. Not to sound too stereotypically Vulcan in that but it is true. If we walk into a room and think we’re the sharpest tool in the shed, we’re more likely to incur failures than successes.” He gave another noncommittal shrug. “Better to remain teachable yet firm.”

Watching Murphy’s eyes wander over his temporary quarters reminded Cross that in terms of personal decorations, he didn’t have much so, though everything was opposite in these quarters, there really wasn’t much of a difference between them. While he kept some personal items in his sleeping area and in the various drawers around the quarters, he’d not taken the time to decorate the walls or leave knickknacks out for visitors to see. Though, in truth, aside from Hathev and, not so long ago, Blue, Cross had never really had many visitors.

Murphy’s question brought Cross away from the bittersweet memories of his old friend and almost something else and he sighed.

“We leave encrypted data chips with close contacts that ferry the ‘letters’ on to their respective family members, but this creates a massive delay in getting information out and, as you can guess, is entirely reliant on our contacts being willing and able to move the letters on. We’ve been able to piggyback on a few channels here and there with the same type of encrypted effort, but even with that, it is going to close contacts back in the Federation and is again reliant on their good graces in a manner of speaking. My suggestion is to write as many letters as you like and put them on a data chip and leave it with the Intelligence department with whom you’d like it to go to. Of all the departments, they’re the most likely to know who or where to work to get the letters through, though there’s no guarantee of when.” Cross briefly rubbed his flesh fingers across his brow as a frown worked its way onto his features. “Starfleet has done a damn good job of alienating us from any official or unofficial channels. Though,” he dropped his hand and smiled, “we did make a connection with Dr. Marlowe recently. He’s some sort of eccentric celebrity reporter, old friend of our chief diplomat. He runs his own news network, much to the dismay of the Federation. Lieutenant Madsen may know how to contact him, and he might be able to help you and the rest of the crew get your letters out. Might even read them live on air, so long as they aren’t, well, private.”

He gave Murphy his best smile of comfort before asking, “What else can I help you with, ensign? I don’t want you leave without asking all the questions you have swirling around in your head. I don’t like my sleep interrupted and based on your file I suspect you to be the type to come back, time be damned, if you  have more questions.” He winked, hoping she’d interpret his words as a jest.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: Theurgy: What If...? Below Decks Lounge
Last post by Dree -
Lt Reika Sh’laan | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy| attn: @RyeTanker @AbsintheDeux  @Dumedion @Juzzie

As the bartender handed her another Andorian Ale, the off-duty OPS officer glanced down the bar once again as she held the tip of her tongue pressed against her top teeth as she contemplated her next move.  But before she was certain of how she wanted to handle the situation a rather bubbly Andorian nearly burst onto the scene, her ponytail waving behind her as she strode over and leaned over the bar next to the Shen.  Her attention being momentarily diverted from the trill at the other end of the bar, she couldn’t help but notice the nearly purple eye and the split lip on the Zhen.

But then as she leaned over requesting her drink, Reika also noticed the (for all practical purposes) one-shouldered white top, leather leggings, and ankle boots.  And the Zhen pulled it off admirably.  It hugged all the right places and hung in all the right places too. 

Reika eyed the other woman as she stood up once again holding her glass with the sparking blue liquid.  Reika could smell the bouquet from the wine as the Zhen held it up to her lips.  The aroma was rather beguiling.  Where the spring wine was a Zantha lily, Sh’laan’s drink was more an arrangement of Marseppian wildflowers.  One was finesse, one was in your face.  The Shen questioned her drink choice for all of a fraction of a second, but after the day she had and the headache the paperwork had given her, she needed more of a machete than a scalpel tonight.

“That’s a pretty potent way to start the night Sha,” the Zhen raised her glass at Reika.  “As cliche as it sounds, I don’t believe we’ve met.  XamotZark zh’Ptrell, you can call me Zark.  Everyone does.  I don’t believe we’ve been introduced."

Reika twisted herself around slightly and deposited her drink onto the bar before accepting the hand offered to her and giving it a firm but gracious shake.  “No, I don’t believe we have.  Reika Sh’laan.  Newly thawed. It’s nice to meet a fellow Andorian.”  Reika released the Zhen’s hand.  “I’m not familiar with a Dahkur wine, but it smells immensely pleasant.  And yes, this ale is potent.  It’s medicinal you know,” Sh’laan said tipping her head slightly as she picked her glass up again and took another, though smaller, pull of the liquid.  “It’s a miracle cure for any paperwork-induced headaches - of which mine is robust. However, it wouldn’t surprise me if you had a headache of your own.  Did you run into a bulkhead or a fist?”  Reika asked with a hint of amusement in her voice - though she knew that a black eye and split lip wasn’t funny, but the way in which the Zhen seemed to wear it with abandon was nearly comical to her.

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Director's Cut / Re: The Falcon and the Kite
Last post by Dree -
[ Cadet Sashenka Kreshkova | Combat Tactics Lecture Hall | Starfleet Academy  ] attn: @Griff

The eyes and ears of the whole class were glued to the discussion that was taking place at the front.  Forget just paying attention to the exposition to glean potential exam questions, each of these seniors understood the real-world value of the discussion.  Most of them would be heading to Tac CONN in short order, and this discussion could help their rankings if they could truly grasp the concepts.  The pilot on the front row with green hair was no exception.  She was glued to their every word, taking notes as appropriate.  Every now and again, she tossed long bangs out of her eyes,  but her attention never wavered.

And just as abruptly as the conversation had begun, it came to an end with a witty rebuttal from Commander Dalix.  The class laughed with one voice and then held their breath as all eyes fixed themselves on the Admiral.  

Sash would never tell anyone else this, but throughout her teen years, she had been to Admiral Sobral’s house and Admiral Sobral had been to hers.  Her father had even invited Sobral to join them on their 40-foot sailing boat on the Caspian Sea.  She remembered Sobral heaving over the side of the boat at least once before getting his ‘sea legs’ under him.  The thought brought a twinkle to her eyes. 

Her father, Admiral Kreshkova and Admiral Sobral were friends - one heading up the combat fighter division at the Academy and the other heading up Tac CONN.  They, out of necessity, had to collaborate on the different curricula used at the Academy so that Sobral would be able to prepare the cadets for what they would face at Tac CONN.  As a result of that, Sash was more familiar with him than most of the other cadets.

But as he made his way to the podium, she was just as eager to hear what his challenge or surprise would be for their graduating class.  But he didn’t mention either.  Instead, he took that moment to remind them of the seriousness, dangerousness, and even deadliness of the position that they sought.  Some of them were there because they were adrenaline junkies.  Some of them were there because they were glory seekers, but only a few of them were there because they couldn’t NOT fly.  And Sash belonged to that last group.  There was an integral element of her innermost being that had to be in a fighter - that couldn’t stop herself from doing a barrel roll which pushed the limits of her fighter’s inertial dampeners.  It wasn’t the thrill of the fight or the flight.  It was as if it was just who she was.  It was as important to her life as was her breathing … as essential as the beating of her heart.  The Admiral’s warning brought a soberness to the class that it had lacked just moments before.

Learn.  Adapt.  Improve.  Overcome.  Win. Good luck, cadets,” were his final words before he turned to go.  Sasch could almost feel the palpable disappointment that spread throughout the room like the Thalosian flu before the admiral snapped his fingers and turned back.

Oh no, wait!  I’m forgetting, aren’t I?  The challenge.”  And with that one word, the tension melted and was replaced by elation running throughout the group.

The next thing Sash knew the Romulan that had been present yet silent during the round robin was being called up to the podium.  Sash didn’t hear the next part about the prize or the consequences.  Instead, her eyes were focused on the Romulan.  If she was the Admiral’s shuttle pilot and aide, Kreshkova had likely come across her at some point and she wracked her brain to figure out where.  She thought she’d remember coming across a Romulan fighter pilot.  But in the absence of that knowledge, she decided just to study her.  The Russian could see that the other woman - Petty Officer 3rd Class t’Jellaieu moved with both finesse and confidence.  Her face was stoic, which said something in itself.  It said that the Romulan wouldn’t give herself away.  And that worried Sash.  She knew Sobral enough to know he was good at poker, and if he was going to bait the cadets with a Petty Officer, it was because he had an ace up his sleeve - or in a fighter as the case may be.

Though she may not have heard every word he had said up until that point, she didn’t miss, “Perhaps worst of all, every one of your classmates will remember you as the elite pilot who got shot down by an Admiral’s aide, someone who has never been a part of Tac CONN or even attended the Academy.  CO and XO of Nova squad are automatically in,” he looked sideways at Sash, who could see the mischievous glint in his eye.  Then his gaze alighted on Gant Jorae, the Trill XO of the squad.  "The other three positions will be drawn from the pool of volunteers.  Anyone wishing to put forth their names may do so electronically by 1600 hours.  Winners will be notified by 1630 hours.  Those chosen will report to the simulator at 2000 hours and the simulation will take place at 2100 hours.  Good luck, everyone!

And with that the class erupted in a flurry of activity.  Sash received several pats on the back.  Someone ruffled her green hair and she caught a glance and a nod from Jorae.  She knew exactly what that meant.  As the group filed out, Sash hung back.  “I hope I get to fly with you Kreshkova!”  Parnix, a fellow senior - one who had been attempting to (and failed) ask Sash out for over a year called out just before he exited the room. 

Jorae made his way over.  Sash glanced at the circle of pilots at the front of the classroom just as Sobral stifled a slight smile and turned back to the group who had participated in the discussion.

Let’s go,” Sash whispered.  “Best not to talk in here.  Ve could be overheard.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [1727 hrs] An Rousing Experience of Klingon Culinary Confusion
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Hirek tr’Aimne | D’Takka | Qo’Nos ] Attn: @Dumedion   @RyeTanker   @rae   @Eirual  @Juzzie   @ob2lander961

There’d been no warning, but then again, there rarely was warning for such events.

Hirek’s arms had instinctively pulled Mia towards his body once the bus began to tilt and todder, only for the woman’s body to be dislodged from his grip when, mid-air, the combat boots of the Andorian she-devil clocked him in the head and sent his temporarily weightless body careening elsewhere. Hirek’s body protested via a soundless gasp at its sudden stop atop the bar, his arms draped over one side and his legs the other.

All around him, the bus occupants began to recover, some with more drunken bravado than others. Hirek pushed off the bar and rubbed his hands over his chest and stomach, feeling the newly bruised area for severe damage. There was none, just a tender toros. He likewise looked around the murky bus to assess if anyone was in serious distress. The overhead lights flickered, and the music continued to show resilience against their newly grounded status, piping out tinny spurts of melody. There appeared only dazed and bruised occupants, but thankfully and miraculously, no one was impaled by the dancing poles.

Talia declared her ability to drive just as Zark revived Mia with aggressive affection. Hirek began to chuckle only to wince into a crouched duck when the familiar sounds of weapons fire came from outside. From his position, Hirek was the closest to a medium-sized window by the bar. It’d been blacked out and disguised to look like the rest of the tacky interior, but, thanks to the accident, the window had crunched open. Quickly moving to stand to the side of it, Hirek studied the street outside, the creases between his eyebrows deepening with a frown when he spied the Klingon versus Klingon fight just outside. From the sounds of it, or what he’d been able to overhear, one of the groups had intended for this crash in the hopes of killing them.

Hirek ducked down when a Klingon aggressor came close to the window. So far, it seemed they hadn’t noticed it and were instead more focused on one another. Hefting one of the larger, thicker liquor bottles into his hands, Hirek stood back up and leaned against the wall, waiting. Sure enough, another Klingon came by, and without hesitation, Hirek reached through the window and smashed the bottle against the man’s head. While not enough to send the man to the ground, it was enough to have him pivot, lurching his weapon up and forward to an unseen foe. Hirek dropped the liquor bottle to the bus floor and reached out the window again, grabbing the weapon with both hands and using his grip to haul the Klingon forward, smashing the man’s face against the side of the bus.

The pair continued the wrestling match until Hirek managed to dislodge the Klingon’s grip on the weapon enough to snatch it through the window onto his side of the bus. Twisting it around, he fired point-blank at the Klingon, who was now trying to crawl through to retrieve it. With a satisfied smirk, he watched the Klingon drop to the ground outside. Hirek didn’t particularly care if the man was dead or alive. Now suitably weaponized, Hirek aimed at the window. There appeared some uniformity among the groups, and after observing which group Zark had attacked, Hirek proceeded to aim at that group. It was not the same group he’d stolen this weapon from, but they could deal with that mishap if they survived.

Hirek continued firing, occasionally pulling back into the bus to avoid returning fire, until, from in the distance, he heard: [ This is KDF! Cease fire! We have the situation contained! ]

Pulling the weapon back inside the bus, Hirek turned to study the others. They had enough cover and resources to wait in case this wasn't the KDF and only a ploy by their unexpected enemies to come closer. With a half shrug, Hirek turned to study the Klingons outside the window, weapon still at the ready in case hostilities renewed.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: Theurgy: What If...? Below Decks Lounge
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | Holosuite 01| USS Theurgy] @AbsintheDeux @Dumedion @Juzzie @Dree

Zark was off duty and breezed her way into the lounge with nary a care.  The day was over and that was the best part since she was now able to relax from all the tension she'd built up.  She'd only really stopped to change since what she had been wearing in her sparring bout with the Deputy earlier wasn't entirely appropriate. Her hair was still in a pony tail, while she had a thin white cotton top that hung off one shoulder and left her bra strap exposed.  A pair of leather leggings and a pair of ankle booties completed the look.  Just for silliness sake, she also had on a pair of black rimmed glasses.  For the Zhen, this wasn't all that standout though.  What was quite unusual was the shiner she had under her left eye and a barely dried split lip from where Ida had gotten in a couple of solid hits.  The Deputy had tried to get the medic to patch up the injuries, but Zark had waved it off as a reminder to keep her guard up and not be as impulsively aggressive.  She'd mostly forgotten this revelation by the time she'd put on her glasses and closed the locker door to find something to relax with. 

As soon as passed the door, Zark slowed down to survey the scene. The first thing that caught her attention was the riot of colour as she recognized their resident demo export, PO Jeen talking to someone with a fantastic combination of purple and magneta hair.  Jade-Green eyes travelled more and one person stood out, mostly cause he was in uniform and trying to look more comfortable.  Zark smiled as she bit her lower lip while her gaze settled on Rhys Williams and she casually waved at him while bobbing her eyebrows in his direction.  If she didn't feel the need for a drink she would have bee lined for him and immediately carried out on the eyebrow waving to help give the counsellor cardiovascular exercise while sitting still.

But, she was here for a drink and her gaze moved towards the bar and her interest spiked as she spotted another blue skin with antennae and the eyebrow arched as she made her way over to the statuesquely posing Andorian.  From the figure, Zark guessed she was most likely a Shen and settled in beside her, leaning over the bar.  The smell of the Andorian Ale was pretty noticeable. "Hi Xenia, can I get a blue spring wine from Dakhur please?"  The dark haired hologram smiled and nodded, and quickly returned with a large crystal stem glass filled with a slightly effervescent azur liquid.  Zark sipped her drink and took a moment to savour the rich fruity flavours while ignoring the sting the acid elicited from her cut lip before turning to smile at Andorian with the nice red shirt and very short shorts.   "That's a pretty potent way to start the night Sha."  Zark started as she smiled and raised her own glass in salute.  "As cliche as it sounds, I don't believe we've met. XamotZark zh’Ptrell, you can call me Zark.  Everyone does.  I don't believe we've been introduced." Since sliding her arm around the other's waist was too forward, Zark followed the safer human custom and held out her hand for the other Andorian to shake.



OOC: Sorry Rhys. Wah Wah Waaaaaaahhhhhhh.
Sha = Polite address to a Shen
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 2115 hrs] After Hours Consultation
Last post by Relatively Insane -
[ Ens. Murphy | Temporary Quarters | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
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Cait took another sip of her tea, swirling the remaining liquid absentmindedly as she listened to Cross. He seemed like a decent fellow, or at least, he wasn't as stiff as some of the officer's she'd been under in the past. Though looking at him more closely now she realized how peculiar his appearance was. At least, compared to how he acted. Pointed ears, like a Romulan, er- Vulcan, more likely. But also, the same sort of nose ridges typical to Bajorans. And then his personality, he certainly isn't as monotonous as most of the Vulcans I've met before.

Making a mental note to learn more later, she gave Cross a grin. "With those muppets sir it was hourly. Respectfully speaking, of course." Tossing back the last of her tea, Cait handed off her mug with an appreciative nod and continued. "Not to say they had bad ideas or anything, just an erm... differing opinions on how things should run. Though I'm trying to work on that, at least." She added, picking at her thumb.

Listening further, Caitlyn's gaze wandered as she considered Cross' question. Since coming out of cryo, she hadn't really had the time to check in with most of her old friends. Assuming they were all still present, so to speak. "Maybe some of my mates back in Engineering, though otherwise... Not much." She frowned, though she could try to look past that for the moment. "Sir, there was.. something else I was hoping to ask. I remember somebody mentioned that our communications are being jammed but, is there any way to get a message back home?"
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 17 [2200 hrs.] Aftermath's Embrace
Last post by EnigmaTales -
[Lieutenant J.G. V'lana | Arboretum | Deck 22 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Dumedion


V’lana tilted her head to the side as she made note of Arven’s self-deprecating humour. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, just like she could not yet place whether something he said was sarcasm, cynicism, or if he was being serious. Then again, that was always a struggle, wasn’t it? And what better way to find out, than to have conversations and ask questions.

The Elsarian shifted in her seat, registering a slight backache. Not much of a surprise, really, considering she had been comfortably tucked away in a stasis unit not too long ago.

“Thank you.”, she nodded in appreciation, but couldn’t quite think of anything she currently wanted help with - while she did *need* a certain amount of guidance, she was  unsure how to make use of it, and wondering if it wasn’t better to figure things out by herself. 

“I don’t think it’s help I need, but rather, maybe a friend.”, she muses, paused, and then admitted. “I am not great with not having people around me. But the people I was close with are no longer around.”

She shifted again, for a moment considering how to best express what it was she was feeling. And then wondering what she was feeling in the first place.

“I am not overly social - or rather, I am, but it drains me.”, she shrugged. “I used to be close to my sister, and when she passed away, I found other people. I had a pretty good network of friends and family when… all of this happened.”

She made a gesture that indicated the whole ship, and with it the entirety of the situation she had found herself in.  “So maybe I need to learn to be on my own for a bit, but not become a completely solitary person. You would make a good friend because you don’t seem the clingy or demanding type.”

She leaned forward. “Or am I misjudging you?”
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Ensign XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Ens. Zark) | Cardassia Prime] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

Ensign Zark smirked when Enyd had given Drasat the verbal smack on the back of his head after having used the human expression of a thumbs up after she'd landed without relative mishap.  She also did note that Enyd and Javec were quite close as they'd come down.  The Andorian knew that the diplomat was a point of contact for this adventure and had developed some of the intel they were using.  It stood to reason that Javec also had some of the information and the two combined created a more complete picture.  The Andorian didn't quite totally trust either Cardassian, one was a politician, and the other was just flat out hostile.  On the other hand, the politician was interested in keeping Enyd alive, so that made him somewhat more trustworthy, so when Drasat led the way out, Zark automatically followed him as they proceeded down the hall.

The trooper stopped before he hit a junction a third of the way through and Zark stopped with him as the signal chime in her earbud kicked in. "Torlan here, we're encountering a few patrols, but nothing too serious at the moment.  Drasat, look for room R-12-8596.  It was a data node room, and power is flowing through it."  The trooper nodded.  "Acknowledged"  He took out his tricorder and consulted his map for a moment then pointed down a juncture.  "It's going to be a left, then two rights.  Ghinn, this is going to take us some time to sort out."  The Ghinn paused for a moment to see how this affected his tactical plans. "Okay. All other teams hold in place and find a place to hide.  Drasat will signal when we resume for the primary chamber."  The trooper turned back to his party to see if they'd gotten the message and Ensign Zark nodded her affirmative.  Waving some fingers, the party kept going.

It didn't take long for the group to reach the junction for the room, but Drasat held his hand back and Zark bit down on her lower lip as he'd placed his hand on her chest to stop her.  He didn't seem to notice this he peered around the corner, looked around a bit more, then began backing away and pushing against Zark's boob in the process to get everyone to back up.  The Andorian decided there was a good reason for this and moved to separate herself quickly as they headed back the way they came.  When he was sure they were out of earshot, the trooper stopped everyone with tap on the shoulder that Zark repeated down the line.  "It's not much of an issue, but it's still one.  There's a guard outside the room.  It's an Orion.  More of the more brawn then brain types.  Zark didn't understand what the issue was and why they'd been forced to back up, until she gave his kit a once over and mentally cursed.  In Starfleet, if it hadn't been for the development of the TR-116, the idea of a projectile weapon wouldn't have even occurred to someone, but there had been rumours during the war of Special Forces and Black Ops personnel opting to use the ancient technology since it had some very desirable traits, such as the ability to be used silently.  This left them in a conundrum as to how to deal with the guard while getting access to the room.  "There's a ventilation grate near the door, but it's in the middle of the hallway, which gets someone close, but he'll still see them coming.  Shooting his is also right out.  Too noisy and the energy bloom would be noticeable."

The Andorian nodded along with this and then realized there was only really one way to deal with the guard.  "Can I see a map of the ventilation system?" The trooper handed over his tricorder and Zark read the map before grumbling.  "Good thing these ducts doubled as maintenance shafts, there's barely enough room to make this work." she concluded after fiddling with the device to get more information to see if her plan was even viable. Taking a moment check the room, they were next to, Zark pointed at the door.  "Can you get it open?" He looked at her dubiously. "You sure you can do this little girl?"  Zark's eyes narrowed. "Considering what you grabbed, you know I'm not that little and besides, you move like a thundering herd in the bush."  He smiled at her and moved to open the door.  It didn't take long and it was nothing more than an office with nothing of note.  Another quick look found a ventilation grate in the wall and Zark moved a chair underneath so she could open it and climb up.  "Enyd, gimme your knife. I'll give it back after." After receiving the blade, despite trying to jump in, she needed a little help, and this time, she was going to be active in her choice.  "Can someone, preferably Enyd Madsen, help me get up here?" She accepted there was going to be a hand on her ass at some point and paid it no mind as she shimmied her way into the ducts. 

The Andorian moved relatively slowly, but quite quietly, especially after dropping her equipment.  Each movement was controlled and measured to produce as little sound as possible, and if Zark were capable of sweating, she probably would have had some beading on her hairline or steaming down her face.  She slowed down as she got closer to the grate as she worked to bring her breathing low and under control.  Her head poked out over the metal cage to see where her quarry was and he seemed quite oblivious and bored.  Taking a moment to look around, she found the grate controls.  Ever so slowly, the spare knife she got came out of its scabbard and she reversed the grip as she held it one hand.  Thankfully she'd taken gynamsitcs in the Academy and her legs spread across the grate while she pushed herself into the back of wall.  Even with her training, it was a very unconformable position to hold.  A flick of the switch and the grate dropped out into the hallway.  This startled the guard and he pulled his disruptor out while making his way over to investigate the anomaly.  He was more thug than professional as he kept his pistol pointed at the ground while looking more in curiosity than alarm.  He had the brief impression of blue skin covered with white hair and eyes before black clad legs fell down on him.  Zark's legs crossed as they hit his shoulders and her free arm went around his head.  She ignored the pain in her arm as they toppled to the ground, then with lethal precision, she drove the knife into his eye and twisted hard, scooping out the brain in his skull.  Pulling her pistol and tricorder, she gave the room a low power scan and found one life sign inside.  Zark tapped her communicator.  "Enyd, we're clear, but you need to move the body. I'll be inside." Zark killed the line and overrode the door.  It didn't take long to find and subdue the Ompayian tech inside where Zark had her on her knees and hands tied behind her back when everyone else arrived.



OOC: Ompayian = The made up species name for the blue alien in DS9 - A Pale Moonlight
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [1727 hrs] An Rousing Experience of Klingon Culinary Confusion
Last post by Eirual -
[Ens Mia Dunne | Djuunya’s Skiff, aka the Beached Whale?, D’Takka | Qo’Nos]

Mia felt the world spinning in her head. All she wanted was to get off this ride. Suddenly, two very strong hands grabbed her and were accompanied by a painful squeal in her ear. Mia’s eyes popped open as the blue hands of Zark wrapped around her head and shook it.  Mia heard shout’s from outside the bus and thought maybe they had reached wherever it was they were going. The sudden shift of Zark’s weight as she apparently took to fighting someone, something that Mia was beginning to realize seemed to be Zark’s favorite pastime, left Mia both stunned and relived.

After a few moments, Mia rolled herself over and started to crawl, although she wasn’t sure where she was crawling to.  She just knew she had to get off the bus, even if she was crawling over other bodies. Or she trying to crawl, because, even to Mia, it felt like her legs and arms did not want to work very well. And her left elbow wasn’t supporting her the way she expected, and she ended up face down on someone’s body. Mia decided it was far enough and mumbled, “gud nuff… rest..t  here.”

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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 19 [0800hrs] The Glitter-Bomb Massacre
Last post by Dumedion -
[Ens. Talia “Shadow” Al-Ibrahim | Maint. Bay 1 | FAB | Deck 16 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @All
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Talia folded her arms and leaned back onto the workbench with a grin as Rawley chuckled around the cigar held in her teeth – both of them thoroughly enjoyed the show put on by Via and the other Valravn teams. Shadow’s brows jumped up at the sight of Gemini, however.

“Ach, shite there she be,” Ghost gestured with a waft of smoke at Suder. “Girl looks good in pink, eh?”

Talia snorted a half-aborted chuckle. “I mean, she looks good regardless, ace.”

“Aye,” Rawley laughed, then they both turned their heads at the sound of a ship coming in over Gemini’s shouted warnings. “Oh-ho, now it gets interestin’,” Ghost grinned, knowing who it was and curious to see his reaction to all the hub-bub.

“Janus,” Shadow agreed with a smirk, then watched him roll in. “What the,” she mumbled, then laughed, as the morning’s entertainment continued to unfold, pointing at the recently added artwork on the SCO’s fighter. “How come he gets a decal? I want a decal,” Talia chuckled, jabbing a thumb at herself. The whole show was beautifully done; the smoke streamers were excellent, but in Talia’s mind, the music really sold it all. It was perfectly cheesy – an amazing prank; she couldn’t help but wonder who had pulled it off, and what else they were capable of.

“Ye already got one, princess,” Ghost winked at her, to which Talia rolled her eyes with another laugh.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Both of them watched the brief interaction between Gemini and Janus with a mix of  amused surprise; then chuckled at each other. Ghost loosed a loud wolf-whistle, as everyone clapped and cheered at the display.

“Well that didn’t him take long – what’s it been, three days, four,” Talia grinned. “Hope she didn’t wear the old guy out too much.”

Rawley barked a laugh at the insinuation. “He can manage – man’s bedded Klingon’s an’ lived t’tell the tale. Besides, ye dinna have much room t’talk,” Ghost replied casually, then lifted her chin at Tessa's approach with a wry smile. “Well gud mornin’ beautiful,” Rawley drawled, taking in the sight of Goldeneye’s attire without an ounce of shame. “If ye need a proper bed, mines always open fer ye,” Rawley winked.

Talia snickered at Ghost and her wing-mates question and appearance, both hands lifted in innocence. “Don’t look at me, I just work here,” Shadow smiled, then leaned in to whisper. “Your jumper’s inside out, by the way.”

When Tessa returned a moment later with popcorn, Talia took a few kernels. “Thanks,” she munched for a bit, then chuckled again.  “Y’know this is only the beginning,” she waved at the shenanigans going on. “Next time we have a get together, the whole squad – who knows what could happen,” Shadow smirked at them.

“Aye,” Rawley laughed, “bout time w’had some proper fun ‘round ‘ere.”


OOC - lots of fun replies, ty all for jumping in. Still room for those that haven't - and for any who wish to come be sillly, of course.
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