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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4 : Knock Knock! [Day 1 | 1800+]
Last post by Eirual -
[Ens Mia Dunne | Habitation Hull Common Area | Aft Recreational District | Erudite ]
ATTN:   @Brutus @RyeTanker @ob2lander961 @Tae @Eden @Sqweloookle  @Griff @Dree @Ellen Fitz

Mia had found a corner of the common room in which to work. It was a bit distracting with all the voices around her at times, especially from the card game a few meters away. But she was too busy trying to make sense of what information she’d been provided, which sadly wasn’t a whole lot. Apparently, these Savi didn’t want to share much of anything. It wasn’t that she was trying to be nosy about them, she really believed that knowing about their social norms and such would help.

She picked up one of her sketches and studies it for a moment and then looked back to the PADD. If she could just get past this block she might be of some use. As it was now, she felt like her being on this mission was more of a hinderance to it success than anything. She sat back in her seat and rubbed her tired eyes for a moment. Glancing over to the card players she felt a twinge of jealousy that they got to relax before they had to do anything. She was pretty much working since the moment she stepped foot on the Savi ship. She noticed another Ensign also studying a PADD and saw the look on his face. If Mia was right, he was feeling just as unhappy as she was. She could certainly share sympathy with that.

She sighed again and went back to work. She didn’t have much time. She didn’t even have enough time to study everything the way she normally would. She could only hope she had enough information when the time came for them to…

Her thoughts were interrupted by an announcement by Leavitt. Now she felt like she was definitely running out of time to make sense of what she had. She only prayed it would be enough when the time came.


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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 2: DIS Engage [ Day 1 | 1259 ]
Last post by chXinya -
[Ens. Irnashall “Shall” ch’Xinya rolled a 16 | Main Engineering | Deck 26 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy] attn: @Relatively Insane @Brutus @rae @Pierce @Ellen Fitz @Nero @Nolan @Dumedion @Havenborn @tongieboi @tongieboi @joshs1000 @Number6

Shall’s dark blue eyes darted around the room nervously as everything seemed to go from chaos to hell. Thrown into radiation containment duty just a few seconds after arriving, Shall forgave the misnaming thrown his way, the engineer-in-charge was clearly overworked and stressed out trying to keep things from blowing up in their faces. The Andorian wasn’t too happy to get lumped into working with Morali yet again, getting scooped up in that Aegis business because of him still grated. He kept that to himself though, annoying superiors were a better deal than irradiation (or worse.)

A little out of his element, Shall followed the fake human and the others put on radiation containment over to where they would work. While the Trill engineer jumped straight to the core itself, he angled towards a console, figuring his skill at data analysis would be best served in tracking the radiation flux through both the system and cavernous Main Engineering. Mind already plotting the optimal ways of plotting all that out, the chan didn’t hear the warning from Lt. Commander Arnold until it was almost too late. It was quite possibly the hardest transition through the warp barrier he’d ever experienced, and if it wasn’t for the months of adjustment to the discombobulation that stems from losing an antenna he might’ve vomited up his last meal the way his entire digestive tract was lurching back and forth. Instead he just got thrown into the bulkhead. “Ow…” he muttered, rubbing his now-sore shoulder. He could hear the less fortunate finishing their upchucking in a few scattered places and his nose braced for the acrid smell that would soon follow.

Reaching the wall console, Shall’s practiced hand dove right into the system to bring up the radiation sensors and to tap their feeds in a way that he could locate any leaks and get them contained. He could see Morali working on a tricorder model he hadn’t seen before, but before he could say anything a whole new series of alarms sounded from the console: a buildup in the system was about to breach and flood the whole area with enough radiation to melt everyone. Forcefields snapped around the slipstream core instantly to Shall’s relief, but it was only momentary: someone was trapped inside. He could hear Morali tell the other yellow shirt to get radiation suits to go in and pull them out. “I’ll see if I can keep the radiation down for you, or at least give you a warning!” He shouts over the alarms, blue fingers dancing over the controls, hoping for a way to be more useful than just shouting numbers. “And here I thought the Watchtower protocol was stressful…” he muttered to himself.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 5 S [D02 | 0740 hrs.] We The Disgruntled
Last post by Griff -
[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Tholob District | vh'Jann | Romulus ] Attn: @chXinya @Ellen Fitz @Dumedion @P.C. Haring

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Lillee, still keeping her hood up and her cloak tight against the chill, was silent as the group walked to the shanty town along the main street. It was a disconcertingly short walk from the skyscrapers of the affluent city centre to the dwellings of the impoverished, and the difference was startling. Shops became increasingly infrequent, with some even being closed entirely, their doors bearing a large symbol: a great raptor, claws splayed wide, ready to strike. There was more on other buildings; homes, apparments, even schools and medical facilities, all looking increasingly older and run-down. More notably, the further they went into the shanty town, the more raptors they saw.

"It is the war-mark," Lillee explained as they went. "When the Empire goes to war, reservists who are called up to the military put the war-mark on the doors of their property, to warn off thieves and enemies while they are away. The criminal penalty for those who commit crimes against these buildings is severe. Public execution, usually. Those who put up false war-marks receive much worse punishments."

She kept her hands inside her wet cloak, close to her weapons, feeling the (hopefully) imagined eyes of the enemy on her at every turn. The injured Reman lingered in her thoughts; had he detected the transport? Selena's hacking of the surveillance system? How had he found them so fast? Who did he work for? Remans, especially free Remans, were far from common in the major cities, though there was no law forbidding it. It was all far too unexpected, such that Lillee weighed simply convincing the others to abort the mission and beam back to the Allegiant. Still, even that was a risk; what if their transport was detected and tracked back to the ship?

Thus, her heart beating faster than normal, Lillee led the others deeper into Tholob. The wide main street was mildly populated with people of all ages and professions, all simply going about their day, heedless of the traitor, Trill, Vulcan and human walking right past them. Even a pair of armed police walked past them, going the opposite way, but were clearly exhausted and giving little thought to their surroundings.

Eventually though, as Kino and Hathev delivered their warnings, Lillee's fingers grasped her cloak even tighter. "Tavern," she answered brusquely, leading the way to an old three story building that looked promising. The building seemed well-maintained from the outside, better than the closed shops to either side of it, but unlike them, it bore no war-mark. The name emblazoned on the door was certainly memorable: "Sukok's Folly."

Entering first, Lillee took in the tavern at a glance; most of it was sectioned off, providing privacy to various tables, though the silence suggested that there was nobody there regardless. More, mercifully, the tavern was warm compared to the winter chill outside A young woman at the bar, surely no older than twenty, was watching a large wall-mounted viewscreen, fiddling idly with a tassel on her apron as she watched. Lillee did a double-take as she followed the girl's gaze, seeing Praetor Tal'aura's face as newscasters talked. The headline was less than cheerful: Praetor grants permission for warbirds to cross Neutral Zone and raid Federation space.

"Jolan tru," the girl said when she looked at the group, smiling automatically, though her confusion was evident. "It is early to be in a tavern, yes? It's not even midday yet."

Lillee, pulling her hood down, struggled to control her own nerves. "We just beamed in from Dhell," she said with a shrug, noting the girl's eyes widen at seeing the long blonde hair, then clear curiosity when looking at the other women behind Lillee. "It is twilight there, and we've been up since before long before Eisn rose above the hills."

The girl blinked. "And you came to vh'Jann? To Tholob, even? I've never seen anyone from Dhell in here, but that is your business. Ale?"
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: D03 {2330 hrs] - …and Party Every Day
Last post by P.C. Haring -
[Lt. Regiene “Reggie” Suder | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Stegro88‍ 

At first, it caught Reggie of guard that T’Less had retreated from the conversation.  But, she supposed that was the Vulcan way and that was one thing she would just have to accept.  Yet, as she spoke to her, clearly directly and from an emotional place, the Betazoid realized that whatever had happened to her, much had changed.

The same could be said of anyone, really.  The Borg Invasion, the Dominion War, and now this parasite conspiracy had seen to it that everyone had changed in some way.

If anything, Reggie was surprised that not only sense the relief coming off of T’Less, but that the Vulcan had not pulled her hand away and the two remained in physical contact.  Perhaps T’Less needed that touch, that reassurance, even that telepathic contact tenuous though it was, in order to navigate the thoughts going through her head.

“Of course we can,” she replied.  “And If I’m being truly open with you, I hope can enjoy more than just a single happy evening...”

It wasn’t the most elegant response, and the risk that she had just implied something much more than what she was intending ran high.

“What I mean to say is that…”

“Excuse me.  Can I get you anything?”

Reggie turned to the Orion waitress who had stepped up, a sense of relief washing over her that she had the opportunity to reset the conversation.  She knew the program well enough that the holographic character was programmed to inform anyone else that the show was over and the bar was closing down.  However, as the author of the program, Reggie had designed it so the bar remained open as long as she wished it to.

“I’ll have a Sumerian Sunset.” 

Reggie paused to let T’Less order whatever she wanted.

“I’ll be right back with the order,” she said.

“Thanks, Sivir,” Reggie replied as the Orion walked off.

“I’m glad you came,” she offered.  It was a dumb way to break the ice.  “When you found me and I invited you I wasn’t sure you’d take me up on it.  I’m glad I was wrong.”
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Director's Cut / Re: [2374] USS Hamburg: Meditate on the Way of the Targ
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
J'Rovia Reclusiam | 2374 | Rubble Attn @Dumedion‍   

Post-Traumatic Stress on the plus side was not triggered as Kath fired her rifle, using part of her body to cover the still recovering Bajoran. There was only so much wall and accompanying rubble to protect either Starfleet officer. There might be something to be said for Kath's instinct to use her own body to shield another. That was the whole reason her hip was in the situation it was in from only a few years previous. She was absolutely not looking forward to further physical therapy and the concurrent psychiatric care. Perhaps she would be lucky. Perhaps not. Remained to be seen as she shot the legs out from one of the Jem'Hadar. And then swiveled despite the pain that made her snarl in order to pick off another that decloaked as if to immediately replace his compatriot. 

Her head swam with the pain and blood loss. But her determination kept her going. Stubborn as a fucking mule, as the saying (kind of) went. She was responsible for every single non-Jem on this planet, after all, and she took that as serious as anything else in her life and always would. 

A third Jem'Hadar appeared almost right on top of Kath and she slammed her still good leg upward and kicked what she considered to be his groin, flinging him backward. She fired after the Jem's flailing body. Then her gaze flicked down to No'a, checking on them before her attention was taken by Adelaide and then a vague silver-haired blur that joined the Chief. Before Kath could try to struggle back to her feet as she saw more Jem'Hadar closing in, she watched as Karatek launched through the air-- of his own power at least rather than being thrown. 

Kath grabbed up the K-Bar that had saved her life and unit back during the Federation-Cardassian war from her hip and flung it through the air. Karatek, as if psychic, grabbed it out of the air and used it to puncture the equivalent of a jugular on another Jem. They had trained hard, though of course no two battles were the same. Kath then scrabbled at her ankle and removed the phaser kept in the holster there then handed it over to No'a. NuQach, with the same grace as wielding a bat'leth, used her rifle to nearly decapitate another Jem with a heavy swing of the butt of the rifle. Each step NuQach and Karatek made was to get ever closer to Kath and No'a. 

Adelaide glanced over at Kino just as two wires were fused back together. 

"We don't fix this, we're just as screwed," Adelaide replied. She ducked her head as the Jem'Hadar fired towards them. She had only been able to drag the IR light towards a low-lying pile of rubble which granted her less than desired cover.

With a grunt, Kath climbed to her feet by grabbing the wall. When Karatek got close enough, he handed back the K-Bar. Kath put it back in its sheath then half-limped forward now that she had the rest of her unit on either side of her to march towards Adelaide and Kino. Her rifle lanced out a stream of light, taking out one of the Jems in position to take out Kino. As Kath half-fell, half-slid to their position, she could feel her ribs disagreeing with the whole situation. 

<Send out that SOS, now!> Kath ordered, her gaze flicking to the IR lamp. 

<Trying, L.T., I promise,> Adelaide said, swapping to her tricorder to check the rest of the wiring. 

Kath glanced at Kino, brown eyes taking in the splashes of Jem blood mixed with Trill. "Still in one piece over there, Petty Officer?" she asked, her tone a mix of serious and levity and her actual voice sounding gravelly from a mix of yelling orders and the pain spiking through her. The question was perhaps made all the more striking by the fact that Kath herself decidedly wasn't.

But it did not stop the Lieutenant from bringing her rifle up and sighting quickly to take out yet another Jem'Hadar. 

"Karatek, go back to No'a. We'll cover Adelaide," Kath ordered, her gaze on the IR lamp as Adelaide fused together another connection. After checking the tricorder again, Adelaide's thumb triggered the switch. She had to hold it thanks to the thing losing its base for freestanding but at the moment none of them cared about that part because at least it seemed to be working again. Karatek walked off, keeping low, as ordered.

Meanwhile, NuQach glanced at her friend and frowned, noticing the paleness of the human's face and the splash of red blood on Kath's hand that absolutely did not come from anyone else except her, the gash in her side still weeping blood without any impediment to it. Crouching down, one hand moved to push up the hem of the uniform jacket to see the punctured skin. NuQach rummaged in Adelaide's pack which luckily was nearby and had not sustained further damage. She soon found the synthetic dermal patches inside and opened the box. Removing one, her fingers moved quickly to unwrap it and then all but slapped it against the wound in Kath's side. Instead of a scream, Kath made a high pitched whine noise. A gentle healer, NuQach was not. 

"No one else dies," NuQach rumbled out. Kath nodded in agreement. "How's No'a?"

Kath glanced over at Karatek and No'a. They were not being harried as much as the small group huddled around the IR lamp. That was good. There was really only one Kath and she could not teleport. (But imagine if she could?)

"They... Their non-dominant hand is broken in multiple places but they'll survive," Kath answered. The other hand worked just fine, which was why Kath had armed them with her backup phaser pistol. 

Kath closed her eyes and thought about next steps. They had no idea if the Jem'hadar fighters were going to come back. Or how long it would take the Hamburg to get the message and bring them onboard. Her eyes opened then she glanced at Kino. 

"You've been stuck here a while, where's a more defensible position until the Hamburg can transport us back up?" she asked the Trill.
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Director's Cut / Re: [2374] USS Hamburg: Meditate on the Way of the Targ
Last post by Dumedion -
[PO3 Kino Taer | J’rovia Reclusiam | Ruins of the Main Librarius | 2374] Attn: @JacenSoloDjo

The first time someone tried to kill her, shock and hesitation had very nearly cost Kino her life. Later, that realization left her numb; the fact that her young body was forced to act in lieu of a brain that was unable to process what had happened. It all seemed…surreal, like something that happened to someone else. That feeling lingered for days, maybe weeks after, like a splinter in her mind; something easily overlooked in the face of life's mundanity, but never truly forgotten. In the years since, with every brawl, every spar, every drill – that shock, that hesitation – was beaten out, blow by blow, mistake by mistake. No one could banish it completely; survival instincts could only be honed – training alone would only take one so far. Experience – the most ruthless and merciless educator of all – had filled in the blanks, but only with time, and only to those poor souls chosen to survive.

For all her faults, which there were many, Kino had always been a survivor. However, only a single glance at her surroundings told her everything she needed to know about their chances of getting out in one piece. She kept walking anyway, rifle up, trying to navigate through the dense fog of dust without tripping. Rubble crunched underfoot, while the distant hum of ship drives passed overhead, somewhere above the caul. Whatever they were doing, she hoped it didn’t involve tracking them for another salvo; there’d be nothing left of any of them to identify. Once she moved close enough to the smoldering crater that had been the library and former makeshift TOC, the non-com crouched and pulled the tricorder from her hip, attempting to scan for life-signs. It was a long shot, but there could still be someone left, buried or not. She owed it to them to try, regardless how anyone felt – they were her team mates. They’d have done the same thing, if fate had been reversed.

Her hand trembled. A wave of nausea hit suddenly; balance wavered, vision swam. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline, Kino doubted she’d be able to function at all – they were all lucky, likely concussed – but lucky regardless. The tricorder, balanced in her left hand near the barrel grip of her rifle, bleeped a mournful dirge. Kino’s light blue eyes narrowed at it as her jaw clenched, then turned at the approach of two of MacFarlane’s officers.

“Negative life signs,” Kino reported stiffly, stowing the ‘corder back in its pouch. “You find the rest of your guys,” she asked the Vulcan, Karatek, who simply nodded curtly in response. He was covered in dust, like they all were – save for his surprisingly emotive blue eyes. Kino felt judged under them, so looked away.

“We have wounded,” the Klingon, Newcrotch, growled, “but a closer scan might yet reveal survivors. I see a path, there,” she pointed, “down into defilade. I’ll take point, you two on over watch. Tricorder,” she held out a hand for Kino’s device.

Taer frowned at the idea and the gruff authority in the Klingon’s tone. There was no telling how unstable the rubble was, or what was left of the pyramids hidden vaults and catacombs beneath; a single misstep could cause a collapse, or sinkhole, or worse. Kino shook her head, knowing it wasn’t worth the risk; she’d just ran a sweep at less than a hundred meters. “All due respect, LT, that’s –“ Kino started, just as a shouted warning from MacFarlane preempted all hell breaking loose.

Kino spun where she crouched as bolts of white-purple energy impacted all around her; skin burned with ricochets of super-heated micro-pebbles that dug into her neck, face and arm. She fired back, sighting in on the pockets of voided turbulence in the dust – ghostly shapes of Jem’Hadar beyond the two that had sprung the ambush from cover. “Contact right, thirty meters and closing,” the non-com roared over the exchanging weapons fire, aiming to suppress.

They had to get out of the kill-box; it was the most basic, tried and true option – the only way to survive. Kino knew it and acted without hesitation; the only way out was to fight through it. Once Newcrotch and Karatek found cover and opened up, Kino reached for one of three grenades she had left, primed it, and heaved it in one fluid motion.

Soon as it blew, she was up and firing, rifle tucked tight to her shoulder, eyes narrowed in focus. The blast sent two sprawling; half their bodies reduced to blackened meat. Four more de-cloaked, stumbled, shaking off the concussion. A phaser blast struck one in the chest, then through its throat – a spray of white vicious fluid from its mouth splattering the Jem behind – so Kino dropped that one next with two to the chest. The rest rallied then, weapons raised or fired from the hip. Kino kept walking, firing on full auto – then spun down into cover to pop her depleted power pack.

“Peel left, take their flank,” Newcrotch roared at her, “covering fire,” she added to the Vulcan. Kino watched as both stood from cover nearly simultaneously and opened up. She moved a heartbeat later, and ran at a dead sprint through the dust-fog. The Jems were caught in a fatal funnel between two collapsed walls; Kino fired a hole through one and charged through. While the Vulcan and Klingon’s fire pinned them in place from the front, the non-com hugged the collapsed rubble as she began to pick the Jems off one by one.

Four left. Fire. Three. Fire. Something huge crashed through the rubble just ahead of her position, blinding her view, then knocked into her; it was massive, scaled, and moved like a grey-brown blur. Kino’s rifle was slapped aside, nearly knocked from her grip; then she was choking – a pressure, vice-like, was latched around her throat – and was lifting her up. She felt every vertebrae in her neck and back pop with the motion.

Instinct kicked in – even as her vision grayed.

One hand went for the knife sheathed at her back, the other dropped her rifle to claw blindly at her attacker’s face. A thumb found an eye socket, and gouged, while the other drove the blade down into the arm that held her. Stab, stab, stab; over and over – until the pressure ceased. She fell, coughing, gasping, kicking out blindly while something grunted in pain. A hand fumbled around for her rifle, found it. Taer half-rolled, brought it up to her shoulder, rolled back, leveled and fired; the Jem collapsed to his knees, then keeled over – three holes burned through his chest.
 
“Fuck you,” the Trill croaked as she struggled to get up, “tell your friends, too.” Everything hurt, and she spit out a mouthful of blood, groaned, then got to her knees, panting for air. Warm fluid flowed from a clogged nose; which sat at a weird angle in her watering vision. Weapons fire barked. The Trill’s eyes and head snapped up as Newcrotch stormed into view, over the bodies of the Jem’Hadar that had started the ambush.

“Regroup on the LT, now,” Kino heard her yell.

The non-com spat another wad of blood and moved without a word, back the way she’d come. On the other side of the wall, the wind gusted just enough for her take in the situation; MacFarlane under fire, pinned behind cover – someone at her feet – while another seemed to be busy tending to what was left of the device they’d deployed earlier. Newcrotch and Karatek bounded for the LT, moving as a team; Taer couldn’t tell if they saw what she saw, or were just determined to rally on their CO. Orders aside, she still had her own initiative and went with her gut: Kino ran for the device, slowing only to fire at the handful of Jems threatening to outflank them.

Seconds later, Kino slid into cover, a handful of paces away from the device and another human, whose name she couldn’t remember right then to save her life. “Picked a shitty spot for a picnic,” Taer yelled to get her attention, then flicked two sets of four fingers and pointed to the right. “We stay here, we’re fucked,” she announced, tactful as ever, but added her fire into the mix regardless. “Now would be a great time to un-ass this AO!”
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Director's Cut / Re: [2381 USS Theurgy] Cohabitation
Last post by Dumedion -
[PO2 Kino Jeen | Corridor | Deck 11 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Dree 
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The corridor was vacant while they walked, hand in hand; Kino felt her cheeks and ears burn – flushed into a rosy color from Reika’s endearing words. For a few strides, the Trill couldn’t even form speech, she simply bowed her head and grinned like an idiot; the Andorian continued to amaze her, on every level. While it was true they had only just met, and yes, there was so much left to discover, Kino had never felt so sure of anything in her life. They'd figure it all out, together, wherever the path led.

She squeezed Reika’s hand, then brought blue skin to her lips for a quick kiss. “Your heart, my heart. One and the same,” Kino smiled at her, “and no apologies for bein’ you. I kinda like you, ya know,” she added with a wink.

As they neared the lift, Kino considered Reika’s question, then lifted a shoulder. It was…difficult for her to answer; Kino fumbled for words that would make sense for someone who had never experienced what being joined felt like. In that context, she tried for a direct and uncomplicated response, and hoped Reika would understand.

“For all intents and purposes, I am Jeen,” Kino huffed a laugh, amused at her attempt; it sounded crazy even to her ears, and admitted that to Reika as well. “I’ve been married twice, been a husband, been a wife  – raised kids, built homes…all of it,” she added, “love and loss. Triumph and tragedy.” Her face shifted briefly as a wave of emotion poured through her; love, loss, joy and regret – all of mixed and jumbled from all the lives she’d lived and all the memories therein. Kino clawed her way back from the cascade, blinking rapidly with a deep breath to steady herself.

“Whew, it’s a lot,” she cleared her throat, then smiled again. “But as for me, Kino? No, I’ve never shacked up with anyone,” the Trill beamed, “boot camp don’t count. Room mates neither. This’ll be a whole new experience, and us spotted folk love new experiences.”

When the lift doors opened, Kino entered, dropped her bag, and pulled the Andorian close; with her back to the wall, the Trill’s eyes gazed up at her love’s face, eyes, and antenna lovingly.

“What bout you, Legs? Ever done this before,” she grinned teasingly, falling back into her habit of joking around serious topics. “Have those eyes seduced others into your loving embrace, promising the joy and ecstasy you've shown me?” A dark brow twitched up playfully. “Should I be worried?”
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Ensign XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Ens. Zark) | Federation Embassy Compound | Cardassia Prime] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

Zark's eyes were closed as she revelled in the warmth from the body holding on to her.  The familiar mounds pressed against her back were welcoming and comfortable she cuddled against her wife after a seriously long break love making with her wife.  At least this time, Ryzit had gone easy on her since it had been a long time.  On the other hand, it was about the right time for one of their breaks between bouts of searing shared ecstasy, maybe some water since her throat was a little sore.  The Zhen sighed again as the draped over her hip drew lazy circles over her womb.  "Babe.  Ryn and Shrav's dicks are still intact?" Zark asked her cuddling wife.  It wasn't a question that was asked totally in jest since Ryzit could be insatiable to the point of exhaustion or pain if not reminded to slow down.  Considering that she was the one that had two 'males' to service her, this was no mean feat.  The Shen gave a husky giggle as the hand that had been tracing her lower abdomen traced itself along Zark's flat and taut belly.  The Zhen held her breath for a moment, then inhaled as she felt the hand cup her larger breast and began to massage it.  Her lips gripped her lower lip automatically as she closed her eyes at the small waves of pleasure that began to emanate from her chest.  "And what my dear Zh'yi would you do if they weren't?"  The Shen practically purred into Zark's ear and the Zhen moaned softly in response.

It really was unfair since Zark was getting way more action than expected, and she didn't have a normal outlet for all her near death experiences.  Her fingers and toys would only carry her so far, and she was still working on the Betazoid nurse, who she was pretty sure was starting to lean her way. "Yessss." The Zhen moaned as she held her eyes shut while her breathing was starting to become laboured.  "Yessss." she repeated. "It takes work to try to get me pregnant." Zark mewled out.  Another throaty chuckle and Zark could practically see the self satisfied smirk on her wife's face.  "Are you complaining?" The Shen asked. "Nooo.  Yesss."  Zark moaned out.  Another chuckle, but this one had something in it that set Zark's mind trying to return to the present. "Uh Uhhh Babe, I'm a cop remember, I can smell liars and you reek of it, so I guess I'm going to need to get the truth out of you."  It really was unfair as Ryzit closed in a bit on Zark's ear eliciting a delirious moan of pleasure, then she felt the body behind her quickly shift.  Zark tried to turn over, but she was still recovering and a little slow.  The sound of metal snapping together and quickly followed with the feeling of cold metal on the Zhen's wrist.  The other end was snapped onto the wall with a high tensile strength wire.  "Ryzit!"  Zark exclaimed as she tried to pull her other arm away, but the cuff was attached and the busty Andorian found herself restrained in bed against the wall.  "I'm sure, I can make you scream your release."  Ryzit practically cooed as she straddled Zark's midsection and stretched to give her captive wife a good view before leaning over and cupping Zark's head and closing her eyes to plant a kiss on her lips.

Which was broken too soon as the admittance chime sounded.  Ryzit let out a few choice words under her breath before separating.  She looked at the door and placed her index finger on Zark's lips as she connected their foreheads. "Maybe if we pretend we're not here, they'll go away,"  Another chime.  The Shen grimaced and grumbled.  "No luck."  Sighing, Ryzit climbed off the bed and wrapped and grabbed a robe off the ground then tied the sash.   The tied up Zhen in the bed eyes widened as she realized what Ryzit was going to do "Ryzit! Unbind me and let me put on some clothes!"  Zark quailed as she began desperately yanking on the cuffs.  It was to no avail as the Shen sauntered up to the door and blew a kiss in the struggling Zhen's direction, ignoring the sounds of metal clanging against metal as she hit the button opening the door.

Ryzit's eyes lit up and a brilliant smile flashed across her face. "Miss Madsen!" she gushed. "Come on in!" The Shen didn't give the human a choice as she grabbed her arm and dragged her in before turning to Zark who was still gloriously nude and struggling on the bed, intensely grunting with effort to get herself free.  "Babe, please, you're making a scene.  Just lie there and pose, it's so much more comfortable that way."  Ryzit told the thrashing Zhen in a voice of perfect primness.  Zark stopped only took the time to cross her legs and glare daggers at her wife, to which Ryzit merely smiled back sweetly.  Turning back to Enyd, the Shen smiled and gestured to the seat that she'd sat in before while casually planting herself next to Zark.  Ryzit didn't even blink as she moved her wife's legs out of the way and draped them over her own bare legs like a blanket.  Zark tried to pull her legs away, but the firm hands on the knees made it clear they weren't going anywhere. "Feel free to order yourself a drink, we have all night since we're going to be meeting with the ambassador tomorrow morning, you as well.  Give the shelat head his due, he didn't roll over when Commander Herasin threatened to make his day harder."  Ryzit shrugged as Zark settled down and resigned herself to just lying there naked while tied up since she couldn't realistically kick her wife in the head, or use those same legs to choke her to death.

"Anyway, there's a file on the chip with what we've found so far about the latinum."  Her hands began idly tapping away on the legs draped across her own. "We're going to have to move pretty quickly on this one since there's a gambling tournament in two days where we expect most of the funds to disappear.  Some of it is likely going to be used in the usual Dabo, Tonga, and Dom Jot, which means Ferengi and Nausicaans."   The cop paused to let that one sink in as she drew circles on the knee. "There are a few interesting ones though, read the file and tell me, how familiar are you with Texas hold em or Baccarat?"
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[ ENS Caitlyn Murphy | Main Engineering | Deck 25 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy]
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Muttering curses under her breath, Caitlyn dashed from one console to the next as she worked to keep the Thea in one piece. It'd been about two... No, three days since they'd pulled her from cryo, though she felt as though she were still dreaming. Everything kept blurring together, and it certainly hadn't helped any when she was briefed on current events. Chewing on her lip, she flinched as an alarm blared behind her, cursing as she tried in vain to keep the hair from her eyes. Turning a moment to see the source of the noise, she saw another engineer move to the station and nodded before returning to her own work.

Hearing the distinct chirp of her combadge, Cait waited a moment as LCDR Arnold relayed the latest set of instructions. Managing a weak "aye sir" in response, she keyed a new set of inputs into her console and began feverishly pushing through the various system warnings, swiping them aside before finally pulling up the conduits. Giving them a once-over, she worked on entering the necessary adjustments before raising a clammy fist to her mouth as her stomach tried offering its own insight. Trying to fight the sensation, Caitlyn verified her work with a spare hand and made to run to the nearest head as her dinner decided to make a reappearance.

She made it halfway before falling to her knees and spewing, drawing in a sharp breath as she heaved once more. Feeling as though a percussionist was beating a staccato into her skull, Caitlyn wiped her mouth with a grimace and grew dimly aware of a sudden stillness about the ship. Wondering if their luck had finally run out, the silence was broken a heartbeat later as the core's humming grew steadily from a comforting murmur to an earsplitting screech.

With a startled squawk, Cait was thrown sideways as the ship lurched to a halt with a metallic whine, sitting in a daze as others ran around the compartment. Fully content to stay put until someone ordered her to get moving, she was interrupted by a burning ache in her side. With a cry of pain, and something that could've been indignation, Caitlyn clutched at the bulkhead as she pulled herself up on unsteady feet and got her bearings. Feeling a damp wetness on her side, she glanced down expecting blood and instead found the remains of last night's spaghetti. Letting out a sigh, she left her jacket on the floor and pinned her combadge to her departmental undershirt, rolling up her sleeves before jumping back into the fray.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 2: DIS Engage [ Day 1 | 1259 ]
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[ Lt. JFoval Temporary Central Intelligence Suite: Conference Lounge | Deck 11 | Vector 03, USS Theurgy ] ATTN: @rae e@Pierce  @Ellen Fitz @Nero    @Nolan    @Dumedion    @Havenborn   @RyeTanker    @tongieboi @chXinya    @Brutus 

Things were going from bad to worse, the ship shook and had things been different, Foval may have lost his lunch right all over the interesting lieutenant he had just given the briefing to about Romulans

However, things were not different.   The Borg Nanoprobes in his system were able to contain his the contents of his stomach from escaping.   However, in Borg Drones regulation of stomach contents was not a key function, as drones rarely ate.   Unfortunately that meant that the probes that were keeping his lunch from his shoes would normally prevent him from being disorientated.   Losing his balance and almost falling into the other man.   He pivoted and managed to stop himself just before he found himself in a compromising position.   When he was sure that he wasn’t about to fall he resumed his position, although his hands were no longer clasped behind his back.  

The symphony of alarms that greeted him made him realise that the ship had more immediate concerns than a briefing on Romulan personality types.

Embarrassed by his physical misstep, he offererd an apologetic glance to Byrne.   Foval went on to suppose that the current emergency would give him the opportunity to excuse himself from the current situation.  

“Forgive me, Lieutenant.   I suspect that despite my diplomatic and intelligence experience, our immediate needs require my hands rather than my experience in these fields.    I must take my leave now.”   

Despite the situation, and perhaps out of deference Byrne’s rank, he waited to be dismissed.  

OOC I passed the Security Fitness check at cost...   we are playing Star Trek here
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