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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: The (hopefully) Great Romulan Smash and Grab [Day 1 | 1800hrs ]
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[ CPO Knox | Aboard the Tal’Shiar Ihnerha Faehht Emaifha Laeosa Mniohr (Tal’Shiar Second Secret Disease and Weapons Research Space Station) |  Romulan Space, approximately 24ly from Romulus ]  ATTN: @BipSpoon  @Stegro88  @Sqweloookle  @Ellen Fitz  @P.C. Haring  @RyeTanker

The first 8 Romulan security personnel lasted a little under a second as Knox tore through them with 4 phasers firing independently under the direction of his 8 heat-seeking predatory eyes. It turned out that running along the ceiling and firing down on bewildered opponents worked quite well. And diving back towards the deck as he passed them to roll through the security door behind them as he past, allowed him to enter the next section of hallway. This new space was empty but had a 3 way intersection. Choosing to turn to the right Knox sprinted down a very short connector hallway to a large blast door. He could here lots of noise on the other side. Then a loud speaker came on. Some Romulan in charge was telling everyone that the Federation was here and that they were to fight back or something. It was probably meant to be motivational or something. Knox was just happy that they had everyone’s attention. That is what he was supposed to do after all. Now to kill as many as possible so the thieves could steal what they came here for.

Knox placed his hand on the keypad and melted into it a bit. He oozed a little of his liquid self around to the other side and connected the circuits to open the large door. Quickly he pulled his hand away and rearmed himself literally and also held a phaser. [Swoosh] The door opened.

Inside was what Knox would call a target-rich environment. It was the mess hall for this section of the station. There must have been 300+ Romulans in various stages of having dinner in the cavernous dining area with row after row of tables and chairs. Nearly all the chairs held a Romulan with a bewildered-looking facial expression. Most had a black chili bowl haircut and brow ridges above dark eyes. There were a few that stood out or differed slightly.

There were 4 Romulans in a line standing just inside the door looking at Knox in wide eyed confusion. Knox had 4 pistols. The first was a girl that got a beam to her forehead just between her brow ridges. The next was a male a little bit taller. He got a beam to his forehead between his brow ridges. The 3rd didn’t have brow ridges, but her forehead was still an adequate target. And the 4 had faint brow ridges on the forehead that were quickly zapped with a phaser beam much like the others. In an instant, all four fell to the ground with their eyes crossed, looking up at a smoking hole in their foreheads. The entire room erupted into chaos.

Knox switched the settings on his 4 phaser pistols to maximum power setting and removed the cool-down safety features so they would emit continuous beams. With large sweeping motions, he waved the 4 beams across the mess hall at about head height causing everyone to duck or have their heads vaporized as he leapt onto the nearest table. Then he jumped up and did a front flip as he quickly sprouted Klaxx’Vian Decopus suction cups from the bottoms of his feet. These anchored him to the ceiling again and turned him into a beam-shooting sprinkler from hell as he mowed down the fleeing Romulans.

A larger Romulan warrior of some sort was wearing armor so he slowed his slice down. He was not instantly vaporized like the others, just cut in half. His top half didn’t struggle too long but his legs kicked for quite a bit, as Knox moved on to the next target. A young lithe Romulan female jumped up and sprinted to a door on the far side of the mess hall. She made it two steps before her head disintegrated, and her body ran into a table and flopped around on top of it causing a chorus of shrieks from her friends. However, they didn’t mourn her loss long. Knox put the whole group out of their misery rather quickly. Seeing a door start to open up to his left, Knox held the beam in place to melt it shut before it could open fully. Only one at a time could get through. He then did the same thing to another door. He caught that one only when it was open enough for people to try and get through. The other door he melted shut before it opened up at all.

With his quarry trapped it was like shooting fish in a barrel! Knox walked along the ceiling with the 4 beams from his rapidly heating pistols carving up the host of Romulans trapped with him. His next target was an older gray-haired one with fancy shiny things on his uniform. He hit him in the chest and he quickly vanished. Then Knox mopped up several lackeys that were close to the officer. With a short squeal, the girl to his left was vaporized, then a string of curses from the aid on his right as he too met a similar end. 4 more jumped up and attempted to throw their dining utensils at Knox as he stood on the ceiling. He sidestepped their hand-thrown projectiles and then vaporized the brave quartet.

Two crowds were forming at the partially opened doors that were stuck. Knox swept all 4 beams from his now hot pistols towards the door that a few of them might actually be able to escape from. Within a few seconds, 3 dozen would-be escapes were turned into about 5 wounded Romulans. They were summarily dispatched in short order as well.

Knox could feel the heat building up in the phasers and they were starting to humm. Ever since he had heard that an overloaded phaser would explode, Knox had wanted to see it firsthand. And now he was about to set 4 of them off at once! Knox ran to the other end of the mess hall were the entrance to the kitchen was. He reabsorbed the suction cups from the bottom of his feet and somersaulted to the floor. Landing on his feet he spun around and sliced 4 phaser beams across the room at waist level catching 9 Romulans who had dared to stand and run for an exit. In an instant they were demolecularized with a few surprised shouts. That’s about all the time Knox had. The pistols were growing hot and starting to vibrate. He tossed two pistols at the door that was just open enough to let a few people out and then  1 towards the door that was just cracked open. His remaining pistol he tossed towards a corner of the room that had several Romulans huddled together hiding. Pistols gone and about to blow, Knox turned to make his exit.
Slap! Knox was hit across his face the second he chucked the pistols away. He expected this. Two Romulans, a male and a female had jumped out from under a table next to him armed with food trays. The standard issue mess hall ones they had been using to eat from when he interrupted their dinner. The larger Romulan had hit Knox in the face before he could transform two of his arms into something more useful. The two upper arms morphed into large chitinous scythes in the style of the Jirolothian Mantis. Knox had enjoyed his time as a Jirolothian Mantis. It was fun being a large invertebrate for a time, many many years ago. He had fond memories of his time hunting in the dense foliage of Jiroloth Prime jungles. It was a nearly sentient species. Knox had been able to quickly climb the social order of their primitive society. This had allowed him access to the best hunting grounds and as many mates as he could want. Although he kept turning the female mantis babes down for obvious reasons. But now was a great time to reminisce of his time as an apex jungle predator stabbing to death any small furry mammal he could find. With the first swipe up of his large mantis claw, poker, stabber/slasher thing, he sliced the male Romulan nearly in two vertically. With his other scythe, he brought the razor sharp chitinous point down straight through the plastic tray the Romulan woman tried to shield herself with. The point pinning the tray to her forehead like a tac. He held it still for a moment as she went limp. As her knees buckled and her arms dropped to her sides she stayed hanging on to the tip of his claw by her forehead. But her body weight eventually pulled her down off the tip of the scythe with a wet schlock sound and she crumbled to the floor on top of the right half of her fellow wannabe hero. Unfortunately, her tray stayed attached to Knox’s new shiny jet black chitinous killing appendage. “Oh, how annoying!” Knox grunted as he pulled the tray free and threw it like a frisbee before leaping into the kitchen as he remembered the phaser pistols should be about to explode.

Knox made it into the kitchen just in time. He slammed the hatch closed and dove around a wall and ducked behind a row of ovens. There was a small Romulan woman and two male chefs hiding there also. Quickly Knox put his finger to where his mouth would be if he had one in this form in the universal be quiet sign. All 3 looked too scared to move or say anything. They just shared a few glances with each other, then looked back at him. He didn’t want to have to fight them right now. Knox was way more interested in seeing what these overloaded phaser pistols would do…..[Boom]
A deep and defining thud followed in rapid succession by 3 more nearly simultaneous blasts shook Knox to his core. It was enough to nearly make him almost dizzy! Awesome!! Knox didn’t even bother to go look at the mess hall. He was sure it was a mess now.

Standing up in the small corridor in the kitchen Knox dusted himself off and looked at the 3 romulans who had been sheltering with him. They seemed rather dazed by the over pressure. “Thanks for being quiet so I could enjoy that explosion.” Knox said in Federation standard to un-understanding Romulan chefs before he stabbed both of them in the chest with his mantis claws. The smaller female Romulan on the floor next to him apparently was a little more with it than her male counterparts. Well to be fair having a pulse did put her way ahead of them. She had started to lightly hammer fist on Knox’s left leg with all her might. It didn’t do much except let Knox know he had another person to kill. He bent down and picked up the feisty female and shoved her in the oven next to them. The blast had rattled the door open. With her inside Knox slammed the oven shut and grabbed a long knife off the floor and wedged it into the oven door jamming it closed. Then he stood up and looked at the control panel for it. It was all in Romulan so he just pushed buttons until it looked like it was finally turned on and heating up. He waved at the scared and bewildered female through the clear glass on the front of the oven door, then turned to walk away.

As Knox went deeper into the kitchen he found a few more cooks recovering from the blast. He stabbed one. Another threw a knife at him. Knox dodged it and grabbed a pot of boiling water off the stove and flung it at him. He screamed in pain as the water seared him. Knox slit his throat and shut him up. Nearing the back of the kitchen two final cooks jumped out to fight Knox. Each one was armed with various cookware. They appeared to be using large pots and pans as shields and each had a cleaver. Knox used his insectoid scythes to cleave the first Romulan’s arms off at the shoulder. The now armless Romulan stood frozen for a second in disbelief. Knox tossed him head first into the large dishwashing sink. His legs kicked frantically while he was drowning. His blood rushing out of his gaping wounds turned the water in the sink red. Without arms he could do nothing to right himself, and his wriggling only caused splashing that made his friend lose interest in a fight with Knox. The other Romulan turned and darted for the door in the back of the kitchen. He tossed his weapons aside as he ran. Knox stayed just behind him and waited until he had opened the door to the corridor before swiftly beheading him.

The door to the hallway swooshed open to let a headless corpse fall out onto the deck. Knox stepped over the body out into the corridor holding the man's head casually and looked both ways. To his left and group of Romulan security guards were running through a 4 way intersection just a little ways from Knox. Considering they were mostly unarmed or only carrying a phaser, Knox hoped they would be headed to an armory. It would be a great place for him to rearm, figuratively this time. The very last person in the group charging past without looking was a rare brunette specimen of a Romulan female. Knox threw the man’s head at her legs with considerable force. The impact caused her to faceplant. She didn’t have time to do anything since Knox had already covered the distance to her. She let out a short squeal of surprise and pain as one of Knox’s pointed insect claws slammed down right in the middle of her back pinning her to the floor like a butterfly on display. That was enough to get her companions attention. They all looked back in time to see a shiny jet black raptorial leg of a large insectoid creature pinning their comrade to the ground.  Her eyes looked up at them pleadingly before she was pulled to the side out of their view just around the corner. Quickly Knox sliced the girl into large pieces tossing an arm then a leg then another leg then the other arm around the corner for her friends and colleagues to see. Followed quickly by her bisected partially disrobed torso, then finally her head.

Judging by the shouting from the group, that little display had the desired effect. He could sense they were afraid. Knox shifted his form into that of a giant spider with suction cups on the tips of his spider legs. He scampered up the wall and onto the ceiling. With a small set of white wipe like tendrils he added to his back now in place, his personal upgrade to the natural design, Knox rounded the corner of the corridor.

The first few shots went low. They had been expecting the attack to come from the same height as a normal humanoid walking down the hallway, not from above them. The 3 Romulans didn’t have time for another shot. The white cords of spider silk wrapped around each of their throats and yanked them up off their feet. Knox pulled them up towards his spidery form while squeezing their necks tightly with his spider silken appendages. They were now just air dancing decorations for Knox’s carapace. 4 of his eight eyes had a good look of their horrified faces as they were being strangled with the aid of artificial gravity as they stared up at the horror that was killing them. Knox continued his trek toward the armory. He could see it just ahead as he let the Romulans continue to kick uselessly while hanging. Knox thought to himself, “Damn! Those humans came up with an absolutely amazing execution method back in the day. No wonder the whole town turned up at those public hangings…I wonder if Starfleet might bring back public hanging some day. I just might stick around.” With 4 eyes looking where he was going, Knox used the other 4 eyes to watch the two males and 1 female struggle in his silk nooses. Taking note of how their faces turned green and their mouths gasped for air. Their struggles and choking sounds were somewhat soothing to him as they dangled from his back. Solids were really fun to dispatch! But these seemed to be about done as their struggles started to subside. Knox was near the armory now and decided to keep the human decorations until he got there in the event the door required one of their hand prints or something to open.

Just as he made it to the door, it swooshed open and a bolt of lightning shot out from the door and hit one of the three weakly struggling Romulans near death still hanging in Knox’s silk noose. The electrical arc from it was so powerful! Knox’s nooses turned to a gooey liquid and the corpses dropped to the floor. If there was any life left in them, that arc lightning thrower had surely fried them. Knox didn’t have time to appreciate the electricity causing his trophies to convulse and tremble on the floor. He had other problems. Big ones! His suction cups gave out from just the residual jolt of electricity that traveled up the silk ropes to his body.

The stunned Spider-Knox fell to the ground landing flat on his back. This electricity weapon was bad news! Knox had been having a wonderful and chaotic time until this happened. He was just coming too when he saw the weapon turning to point right at him to finish him off. Knox sprang right at the Romulan with all the force his 8 legs could muster crashing into him. Just as Knox made impact with him, the next bolt of lighting hit Knox in the left side before arcing on to the metal doorframe. The Romulan fell to the ground and Knox splashed on top of him. That did it. Not a sustained full hit, but enough to turn him completely liquid. Knox really wanted his bucket right about now. In his basic liquid form Knox had the ability to slither along the ground in a liquid state, and that was about it. He could feel a strong tingle all over and could perceive solids nearby, but was otherwise defenseless. He was sliding along the floor as quickly as he could. He needed a plan. He needed an escape. He needed to get this damn tingling feeling to stop so he could shape shift again. But there was nothing like that to be had as he made his way further into the armor along the cold metal surface.

Then Knox bumped into a boot. Boots are like buckets, Knox reasoned as he slithered up the boot. However, this boot was occupied and all of him could not fit inside the boot along with whoever was wearing it. Knox instead slimed his way up the pant leg of this person quickly trying to get away before that electricity shooting weapon hit him again. He was getting some senses back and heard a high pitched shriek of fear and some other Romulans yelling now. He felt the skin of the person he was sliding up now. It was a Romulan female. He quickly had all of himself under her clothes spread out across the majority of her body underneath her clothes. He could sense light and dark fully now and kept all of himself in the dark under her clothing so the others could not see him. Knox’s form now was that of a thin slime only a few millimeters thick coating her whole body except her hands and face. He could feel the woman beating and against herself trying to hit him. It didn’t really accomplish anything. The only way to get to him was to shoot her with the weapon. He thought for a second that that might be exactly what happened next, as he clung to her nude form as tightly as a second skin. But the killing shot never came. She must be of some high rank or standing near some sort of explosive. Knox realized in that moment as she started to walk away that she must be next to something that would go boom if the lightning weapon arced off course just a little. Quickly, Knox oozed down her boots with part of his slime form. He had some of his abilities back and needed to use them now! He stuck himself and his host to the floor. Her feet were glued into her boots and her boots were glued to the ground, thanks to Knox. The two other voices started to tell her things in Romulan. A language Knox didn’t understand, but could gather the context. They were making a plan. Knox needed a plan of his own.

As his tingling sensations started to eb a bit Knox felt a little stronger. He flexed his slime along her arms. He was able to move them with some effort against her will as she fought. Knox needed to distract her enough to over power her. With firm undulations he started to massage her ample breasts and tweak her nipples as firmly as he could muster. Using his thin form to its maximum dexterity, he assaulted her clit in the most enticing way possible building on his ability. It was working. She froze, then freaked out a little. That break in concentration was enough to force her arms behind her back. He could hear her saying something frantically. Soon heavy footsteps came rushing to her aid. Knox was gaining some strength now. Soon he would be able to shapeshift again. But for now he was just in a slimy state and was gaining dexterity and strength. She struggled against him for freedom. He needed to keep hidden under her clothes just a little longer so they could not use a hand taser or something on him. He could feel her try to pull her arms free and the man next to her aided in this. With his help they might overpower Knox’s hold on her. Knox decided to up the distractions now that he was getting stronger.

Suddenly the woman’s body went rigid then shook. Knox had clamped down hard on each of her nipples and her clit at the same time he invaded her asshole and pussy. This brief distraction was enough for Knox to force each of her hands into the sleeve of the opposite arm of her uniform. Now with her hands hidden the only place Knox didn’t have access to was her face. He had her hand firmly glued to her elbows now, tight across her back, causing her to arch and stick her bust forward toward the man helping her. Then the fellow got wise and tried to rip open the front of her uniform. Not to expose her breasts, although that would be a side effect, he wanted to get to Knox. But the wise old liquid was not going to let that happen. He glued all the openings of her clothes shut. The pulled and pulled but was unable to undo a single fastener. It felt odd to work so hard to preserve a girl’s modesty. Especially one that he was working towards killing.

The other Romulan, presumably the one with the weapon who had shot Knox just a minute ago, came over to assist too. He had set the weapon down apparently. Quickly Knox checked all of the possible openings to her clothes just to make sure. He even sealed her high collar shut tight against her neck. That’s how he would do it, he decided. He had to keep her alive long enough to not let them give up on saving her. But he had to kill her then the other two quickly afterward. Another strangulation might be the best option since he could not yet shift into another form but was getting strong enough in his slime form. Knox thickened his band of slime around her neck. When he was sure he had enough he gave a series of sharp bites to the tips of her toes and fingertips. She yelled to the men helping her what was happening. As they were busy looking at her feet and hands, Knox tightened around her slim and delicate neck. She went silent. Never to make another noise. One of the gentlemen found the small bit of Knox outside her clothing on her boots gluing her in place. The fist blows and clawing did nothing. The knife one of them had also produced little results. The two of them frantically worked at the small bit of the shape shifter they had access to focused solely on the woman’s feet as Knox choked the life out of her. He didn’t have to keep stimulating her. But it was a good workout that seemed to be helping him recover faster. And the more he kept her heart rate up the quicker she would die. So Knox started a full blown bodysuit sex torture of the poor woman as she was being asphyxiated. Then he felt it. He had the ability to shift slightly. Not much. Just make a little cone shaped thorn. Then he could make multiple of them. With tongue-like licking sensations roaming her body up and down from neck to toe, Knox mixed it up a bit. Soon wave after wave of small spikes pierced her tender flesh like needles only going 2 millimeters deep. But several dozen at a time moving across her body in waves going up and down followed by tenter licking. Now he was able to make firmer slime muscle structures and he fucked both her holes he had access too, much deeper than she had ever been fuck in her life. Beyond what was considered comfortable. Knox could feel her heart racing. Right at her nipples he started to grow those small spikes forcing himself to grow them longer and longer, piercing down through her erect nipples and burrowing into her meaty tits. Coaxing his ability to shift to come back he tunneled the spikes towards her heart.  He could feel her desperate struggles start to turn to spasms as he strangled the life out of her. Then he felt it. Just as she started to quiver in her death throes he had the ability to move and shift ever so slightly.  With a quick motion, Knox formed two slime hands from his band of slime at her collar then snapped the woman’s neck for good measure and let her fall like a sack of potatoes.

The two men helping her realized what had happened too late. They reached up and caught her only to have Knox’s hand turn to blades and slice their necks. They collapsed onto the floor spewing green Romulan blood. The dead woman lay between them. And an exhausted Knox finally stripped the right boot off the dead lady. He poured himself into it for some much needed recovery time. He chanced one glance at the girl to see she was wearing a grenade belt and was standing next to a locker full of grenades. “Ha, what a little pyro.” Knox thought. He liked the girl a little more now. And he was also so freaking happy that he had slimed his way to her first by chance. She was the perfect human shield and was likely to do lots of damage to the team assaulting the station. But Knox had taken her out of the game and she even left him treats for his efforts! And there was also that new lightning weapon. Knox wanted it. But all that could wait a few more minutes he thought as he retired to his new boot that would stand in for his bucket.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Ch 4 S [ Day 01 | 1915 ] The Remains of a Crew
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Aercidthal qi Sanguis Somnium | CIC Sanquis Somnium | Orbiting Alternative Station | Romulan Space ] ATTN: @Dree

His orders had been to interview the pathetic human Ziegler’s remaining crew members. Though most had been recycled, including Ziegler herself, they’d been left with just enough to make the next few hours entertaining, to say the least. As they awaited the inevitable arrival of the foolhardy Theurgy crew desperate to foil their plans, Aercidthal could keep himself occupied by interviewing each of the survivors in the manner most fitting their genetic specifications. This was why Nicander had given him this singular task, for his exemplary talent for determining at a genetic level the most effective buttons to push to get information from a victim. And, if the information they offered was useless to them, well, it was just all the more opportunity for Aercidthal to expand his growing mental library of tactics.

As much as he abhorred the lesser species they came across, Aercidthal did enjoy the scientific side of his work. Dissecting the creatures physically, emotionally, and mentally made all the more intriguing while the creatures were still alive and responding to his tactics. Every twitch, scream, and shudder was logged away as potentially useful on the next subject.

In order for him to fully appreciate his work, and have the most privacy to work with the Starfleet crew, Aercidthal had requested a transfer of himself and the survivors to the alternative station they’d constructed within the asteroid field. Here, they could work without interruption even if unwelcome visitors decided to investigate the main Hobus station. The nature of this asteroid field, with its anistrophies and quantum fluctuations due to high levels of baryon matter, made it an unlikely target for any who didn’t have Savi sensors and computation abilities that charted out the fluctuations accurately enough to allow them safe passage through to this, the largest asteroid and most protected.

The door opened, and one of his underlings came in, “We have been granted clearance to transport the prisoners to their new holding cells in the station.”

Aercidthal nodded, “Very well. Inform me when the transfer has been completed. I have a few more programs to download that may be of use in the coming hours of our interviews.”

The underling departed to oversee his orders, leaving Aercidthal to the delights of determining which procedures he’d most like to program into the surgical units on the station to aid in his coming discussions.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Ens. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Safe House | Cardassia Prime ] ATTN: @RyeTanker

“When everyone wants a pound of flesh,” Enyd dryly commented to Zark as they watched the argument continue to bounce back and forth between the Federation personnel and Cardassian.

A tap on Enyd’s shoulder had her looking away, eyebrows rising to find one of the Cardassian soldiers who’d been guarding Ontatt, motioning for her to return to the adjacent room where he was being held. Tugging on Zark’s wrist, Enyd silently retreated, knowing the Andorian was on her heels.

“The bastard said he wanted to tell you something and wouldn’t let me relay the message.” The soldier pushed the door open and Enyd inwardly sighed to find him more roughened up since she’d last seen him literally moments before. “The door stays open.”

Enyd gave the soldier a faux salute, earning a sneer in response, before sauntering past him into the room. Looking over her shoulder to catch his gaze, she forced a grin as she picked up the med kit again and once more approached Ontatt, intending to undo their handiwork. The soldier rolled his eyes.

“You truly enjoy stirring up trouble, don’t you, Starfleet?”

Enyd made an exaggerated gesture of tossing her hair over her shoulder as she closed the distance between her position and his chair. “What would make you say that, Ontatt? I’m merely here at your request and figured I could kiss some of your boo-boos in the process.”

The Cardassian looked to Zark for aid in understanding whatever the hell it was Enyd had just said but, not finding any answers with the blue-skinned Amazonian beauty, he sighed.

“I want to be held at the Federation camp, guarded by Federation personnel, and given an audience with the Castellan.”

“In exchange for?” Enyd carefully began running the dermal regenerator over the newer bruises and cuts.

Ontatt pulled his head away to make direct eye contact. “I can tell you where the next bank rolling meeting will be, where the financiers of this type of hit and others like it gather to bid on new…investments. Though,” he let his gaze travel the length of both Enyd and Zark, “you’ll have to doll up significantly more if you’re to pass as someone worth their time to talk to.”

“Oh, so it’s fancy dress!” Enyd grinned. “I love fancy dress!”

Ontatt blinked, a look of bewilderment crossing his features before he shook his head and continued. “I will only share this information once I am secure within the Federation compound.”

“You understand the Castellan himself may want some Cardassians present during this whole transport and stay, a concession of sorts. I can’t promise you’ll be entirely without Cardassian companionship.” Before he could argue, Enyd snapped the dermal regenerator back into its holster and tossed it back into the med kit. “But, I’ll see what I can do. Ensign Zark, would you mind keeping Ontatt company while I relay his demands to the others? It seems he's quite accident prone even when strapped to a chair.”
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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
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[ Lnc Cpl Hirk tr’Aimne | Target Camp | Gila DN6 | Imperium Frontier Space ] ATTN: @Hans Applegate

“They were trying to program us,” the LT coughed as she rolled to her side, accepting Hirek’s hand when he offered, “based on their mannerisms, I’d wager they are a sentient mechanical species, and they were trying to tap into our software to download it or hack it. And,” she brushed the dirt off her ass, “I don’t think they have much care for organic life.”

Hirek glanced at Knox before tapping his com unit, “Captain Sobel, do you know if anyone has said anything about that new shipment of sexbots?”

He didn’t have to wait long before Sobel’s voice cut through the temporary static, [ The fuck you care about that Lance Corporal. Get your asses back here stat, and worry about your dicks later! ]

“I think I know where you’re going with that question, tr’Aimne,” Madsen quickly fell into pace with Hirek and Knox, voice breathy as she worked twice as hard to keep up with them, “If these entities were able to tap into the sexbots, likely they could hack them to and use them to their own devices.” She stopped suddenly, causing Hirek and Knox to pause. “Give me some of those grenades, Knox. And a sidearm. I’m going to stay back, see if I can get inside and figure out what they’re planning. It could be a misunderstanding or they could be trying to kill us all.”

“Lieutenant, I don’t know the captain –“

Madsen stepped into his personal space and, without ceremony, grabbed his cock. “They’ve got us by the cock and balls, lance corporal, and I could give two fucks on a chicken’s beak about what Captain Sobel thinks of this plan. Now, please,” she released his goods and held out her hand, “side arm and grenades.”

Hirek didn’t hesitate any further, handing her one of his pistols and the extra belt of ammunition he’d strapped to his chest. Looking to Knox, he motioned for the changeling to hand over some grenades. He felt certain Madsen was far more deft with the knives than he gave her credit for based on this display and would rather keep all his manly parts in one piece.

[ Knox! tr’Aimne! Madsen! Your asses had better be to the canyon entrance in one minute or so help me I’m busting you all down to KP duty for the remainder of our mission here! ]

Madsen rolled her eyes, still keeping her hand out toward Knox, coy smile tugging at her lips. Hirek respected her a helluva a lot more than Sobel and almost wished the captain was out here offering to martyr himself instead.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [15:30 hrs,] Once Upon the Island
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Pirate vessel qu'DuHSum | BIQ'a'bIng Ocean | Unnamed Island | Qo’Nos] Attn: @P.C. Haring

The world was rocking, and at first, Cross attributed it to the fact that a Klingon troll had hit him in the head. But then, in quick succession like a holovid, the events leading up to his injury played out in his mind’s eye, leaving Cross to guess as to why he was now lying in a bed and not still sprawled on the deck of the Klingon pirate vessel.

“Hathev?” Hand instinctively going to his head, fingers brushing over the still tender skin of where the wound had once been, Cross sat up. Looking around the small room, spotting the woman didn’t take long. Seeing the confiscated clothing covering her flesh, Cross smirked. “It suits you. Now, did you carry me here, or did that oaf of a Klingon captain drag my ass in here to have his way with me when you intercepted him?” He doubted his effort at humor would be correctly interpreted by the woman still working to connect with her emotions, but he offered it nonetheless to let her know he was himself and recovering. “Did you get a chance to check our heading? If we head back towards the pier where we left in this old bucket, we should get there by tomorrow morning.”

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Cross took his time to stand. Although whatever treatment Hathev had given him had taken the edge off the pain and sped up the healing process, he’d still lost enough blood to feel woozy until he could get some food and water in him again.

“Have you seen if they have any food? Water?” Glancing down at his nude state versus her dressed one, he smirked. “Any trousers?”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 1857 hrs] Expectations
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Cmdr. Cross | Arboretum Cafe | D. 20 | V. 3 | “Ranger” of USS Theurgy] Attn: @joshs1000

“Only a broken jaw? Yeah, she was just teasing you, mate.” Cross chuckled at the mental image of a horny Klingon woman taking a swing at Lok. “As for our escapade at the museum, no we didn’t get into trouble. We didn’t start it, and we certainly didn’t finish it. Tried to get out of it and ended up being in the middle of it sort of thing. I don’t think any of our diplomats were required to smooth things over.”

The server returned to collect the empty plates and cups. Cross sipped at the water he’d set aside earlier, mulling over Lok’s self-description as a grease monkey.

“There are a lot of tours on Qo’Nos that are open to be taken by anyone. I certainly wasn’t sent to the museum in a delegation or anything. Just explored on my own. Next time we’re in port somewhere, you should go planetside in your free time. No need to wait until you’re sent to explore new places.”

Eyes darting over what he could see of the Kzin Cross cocked his head to the side, “Do you not like fighting? I mean grappling for the sake of training and exercise. And I’m not trying to come off as an obtuse git, assuming you’d relish a good fight because of your size. I would assume you have some basic hand-to-hand skills, given its standard for Starfleet training, but then again, assuming could make me out to be an ass.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 6 [ 1300hrs. ] Let's Get Physical
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Hirek tr’Aimne | Personal Quarters |  D. 17 |  USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Sqweloookle

“Against the law?” Hirek chuckled. “How quaint.” Tipping his head to the side, he grinned, “I’ll make sure you get some. Ale, of course, among other things if you have a desire for it.” He nodded to the suggestion of the wine. While he’d had non-Romulan food and beverages before, his exposure to Federation-based cuisine was quite limited. He commented as such as the food appeared and both men were able to return to the table to eat. “I will find it most amusing if this Uttaberry wine has some sort of adverse effect on me.” He tasted the food, and while it was disappointingly far from what he knew it would do. “If I say or do anything untoward after this, I suppose we can blame the wine.”

Hirek let silence lapse between them as both men tucked into the meal. The physical had been less invasive than if his own people had conducted it, were the roles reversed. He could only assume that the counseling session would likewise be a laughable affair, for a Romulan’s expectations at least.

“Why healing?” Hirek asked after a moment more of silence. “Is it connected to your species’ unique abilities or something else?” Satisfied with what he’d had of the meal, Hirek pushed the plate away and leaned back in his chair. “Growing up on the islands, I’ve always found zoology and botany fascinating, and with the family going back many generations in the ale-making business, chemistry likewise became like second nature to me. My nature being as it is, adjusting, restyling, and engineering systems and things also brings me a sense of purpose. Neither of my parents demanded I become something in particular, except successful at whatever it was I did decide to do.”
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4: S [D01 |1830] Second Station from the right and straight on till its over
Last post by Tae -
[Ens Victor "Corsair" vanVinter]  Erudite crew quarters | Hobus system ATTN: @RyeTanker @Eden @ob2lander961 @Dree


   A smirk crossed Victor's ghoulish visage once he'd finally registered Via's energy; the shorter woman had an energy that made her seem larger than life and far more diminutive than his lanky form. She was amusing and brought some levity to a shitty situation. Good, that was needed right now; maybe that kind of energy would save them all, perhaps it would doom them all, but there would be fireballs all around; that much was certain.

Victor gave a considering look to Ida and Callax, pondering for just a moment. "No promises on the shuttle, Sirs; I mean, I WORKED on the Valkyries for the final shakedowns of the airframe. I know their maximum tolerances, But I'll do what I can; I'm good enough for that. But It'll probably mean the shuttle will need a full overhaul after."

That was his optimistic assessment with that. Chances were good that whatever he did to the shuttle, it was bound to shit the bed at the end of the flight, leaving it a near wreck, but so long as it could get up to Warp after. But that's what this mission called for, a curious look given to both of the Lieutenants; he'd do what he could for the shuttle but had to make the superiors aware there would be consequences. Knowing what he did about small craft flight systems, power, and engines, the experienced former knucklebuster knew what he could do. There was a whole community out there that tuned shuttlecraft for racing, but those involved custom parts and firmware, this would be a dirty hack, overrides, and mechanical tinkering. Increasing the plasma flow rate and the intermix rate in the core could help, and retuning the shields for a more dynamic flight profile, he could get it to push the envelope. The flight controls would be sluggish, and the inertial dampeners wouldn't be much use.

"Frankly, This is one of those 'ask forgiveness' situations, Sirs. The shuttle won't match a Valkyrie, but give me some time, and I can give it great straight-line accelerations and nothing else. Just expect to begin blowing systems out after more than an hour of flight time. I can make that bus into a drag racer, but it won't be pretty after, and before you ask, yeah, it might blow up. And whoever's in that shuttle, know that you'll be feeling as much as 3g's of acceleration at all times, possibly as much as 12. It won't be a smooth ride for the team in the shuttle." 


He thought for a moment about the rest of that and slowly shook his head, waiting for permission to do what he needed before rushing off to the hangar to get his hands dirty. The appearance of Alistair wasn't expected, and seeing the Temporal Specialist on hand made a chill run down his spine for some reason; the man looked grim, the exact sort of opposite energy that Via had given him. It couldn't be helped though, they all had a job to do.
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Director's Cut / Re: (2381) USS Theurgy: Got My Mind Set on You
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[CPO Avandar Lok | Counseling Offices | Deck 13 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Juzzie
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Lok did not notice Rhys admiring his form, after saying what he had to say, his eyes sort of wandered off to staring at the model of some ship once again as he waited for the counselor to say, or possibly not say, anything. The model ship was an Excelsior Class, he couldn’t quite see the name from where he was sitting, L-something, and unlike some people he was not a walking encyclopedia of registry numbers. At least someone appreciates the classics, he thought to himself with an inward smile, so many people these days were interested in the newest fastest thing.

He stared at it some more, waiting for Rhysd to respond to his emotional avalanche, when he was suddenly jarred back to reality by the gentle touch of a hand resting on his thigh. Looking down he saw that the hand was Rhys’s. His batwing-like ears immediately perked up to their full height with curiosity; and his tail, which had hitherto been dangling over the right arm of the chair, started to slowly and somewhat sensually sway from side to side in its own form of feline curiosity. He refocused on the situation.

Lok felt oddly rejuvenated by this man’s touch, granted any form of physical intimacy that wasn’t simply a friendly slap on the back or getting punched in the jaw, had become quite foreign to the large Kzinti. By his own choice of course, wrapped in his own depression as he felt like the world was passing him by. Had he really been so shut off that a simple sympathetic touch could so easily catch him off guard, he wondered? No, there was more to it, not just sympathy, but…arousal. It was currently subtle but unmistakable, going beyond just a simple feeling of attraction as Lok had noted earlier. This feeling of course also helped to excite Lok as well and with his curiosity piqued at what Rhys would do next he made no motion to remove the man’s hand from his thigh.

Idle curiosities and carnal distractions or no, Lok was here for a reason and while he was absorbed in studying Rhys, the counselor inquired further on Lok’s feelings of selfishness.

“I don’t know”, Lok responded, “I guess it just seems selfish of me to think my feelings have more weight than somebody else’s. I mean in the grand scheme of things while I’ve lost some things it’s not as if I had some grand life before all this, just another grease monkey in the fleet among thousands.” He leaned on the arm of the chair a bit, moving slightly closer to Rhys, his sensitive nose picking up pleasing scents coming from the man that tried to distract him from their conversation.

“I lost my family, sure, but it’s not like I see them very often…hell had it not been for some screwup in the shipyard I’d still be on Perseus, hundreds of light years away and wouldn’t have seen them in person for two or even three more years. But I’m upset about it and yet we’ve got fresh faced Academy graduates and rookie crewmen who probably were a lot closer to their families than I was with mine.”

"Like I said, I'm just an old grease monkey who knows how to fix a plane."

Old, he was not even forty yet.
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Alternate Universe Stories / A Backstory of the Teslyliac People
Last post by AbsintheDeux -
Because of the nature of these events being unapproved and really just the overly complicated backstory for the Teslyliac race, it should be seen as more of my own personal head-canon. Anyway, I figured I may as well finally write this all out and share it, enjoy~

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Though there had been a number of survey missions to the region, the lack of intelligent life meant that it was not until a routine mission to catalog flora and fauna on the planet of Yoeshina IV that a civilian scientist discovered the Teslyliac plant and the first known recorded Teslyliac duplicate, a small rodent species that the plant used for spread far and wide.

The civilian scientist, Niander Octavian, isolated the plant after studying the rodent species and noticing some members of the race had fur in bright colors and scans showed those specific members of the species were not in fact the same species as the others.

After a week of observation he discovered the plant and shortly after the mechanism for duplication. With limited time to study on the planet, Niander decided to push the limits. He used a small vial of blood, an old family heirloom, and poured the blood onto the flower of the plant. After fearing it had not worked for a few days, he was amazed to discover a rapidly growing melon-like structure on the third day. He watched over the next two weeks as the plant grew a large melon.

The first duplicate created was surprisingly innocent and naive, Niander called her Hera Saugn, named for the woman whose blood had been used and the Greek goddess.

Afterward, Niander moved quickly to harvest the plant that had created Hera and a number of others. The plant that had created Hera was dubbed T01 while the others were T02-05. T01 would become the basis for his further research while he left T02-T05 in stasis until they were needed.

The first research outpost was built on a desolate world not far from a trade route. Plant T01 was spliced and 9 additional plants were created from cuttings from it. From the 9 plants, a new batch of duplicates was created. All the while Niander worked with Hera and she learned quickly.

9 variations of the DNA that created Hera were generated from a blood synthesis machine and the 9 plants were exposed. Niander experimented with implanting memories into these 9 to see which would take and which of the variations would work to make a new and stronger breed of Teslyliac duplicate, as Hera was not just developing quickly, her life cycle seemed to be accelerated too. This new batch would fix this issue of deteriorating genetics.

Of the 9 only 7 successfully survived the melon stage and entered their early development, of those 7 only 3 survived into full development.

Shortly after the 3 became self-aware and began training there was a fire at the research outpost and everything was lost. Niander managed to salvage Hera, who was badly injured, and T01 from the fire, but the rest was assumed lost. He would only learn later that the 3 surviving duplicates were picked up by Starfleet and began their own lives. He vowed to eventually check in on them.

He would return then to Octavian Headquarters and begin work on his new project. After his success with Bio-Neural Gel-Packs, he was given a lot of leeway to work on any project he desired, so he threw himself into the Teslyliac Project. Hera would be kept alive by being linked to the root systems of nearly a hundred Teslyliac plants. She would seem to change then and would drift in and out as her mind fully joined with the mycelial network that her brain was connected to.

As Hera lost herself to the network she joined the minds of all the Teslyliac through the network.

At the same time, Niander began a program to place a new batch of duplicates for the express purpose of aiding Starfleet. His goal was to put an asset on each and every ship in the fleet.

It was through Hera that he would then learn of the infestation in key personnel, Lahkesis knew, so Hera knew and since Hera knew, Niander would find out.

He was beginning to prepare his own counter-offensive when things changed again, Lahkesis died and his asset on the Theurgy was gone. He decided to work on a new prototype to send to the Theurgy. This new creation was dubbed Artimis and at the first opportunity, she was sent to the Theurgy.

While he was working on Artimis, Niander became increasingly obsessed with the whispered words of Hera when she slipped from her lucid moments and whispered visions she saw through the network. He heard of the darkness sweeping across space and war coming.

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At some point during his research treaty negotiations with the Romulans allowed for scientific exchange and as a result, Niander was permitted to exchange a Teslyliac plant for the latest Romulan genetic sequencing technology. The Romulans would begin developing their own duplicate shortly after and the first duplicate not created from the line of T01, called the Hera Line, was created. This first duplicate was more a prototype or proof of concept and named Nahir.

Nahir is oddly enough the first to be grown from a planet that had never generated a humanoid before and thus was the same naive and trusting child Hera was, but while Hera was turned into a kind woman and eventually an oracle, Nahir would become a weapon.
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