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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: Outside Looking In [ Day 1 | 1345 ]
Last post by BipSpoon -
[ Lieutenant Valyn Amarik | Apache | Romulan Space ] Attn: @Dree @Nesota Kynnovan @Ellen Fitz @Stegro88 @Sqweloookle @Number6 [Show/Hide]
Valyn paused briefly, looking down to the spilled bits of sour candy that cluttered a small spot on the shuttles floor, but she didn’t admonish Amanda, no instead she just grinned and held out a waiting hand for a piece of candy for herself. She was about to jump straight into the belly of the beast that was her past, and the brief moment of something…funny, something normal, was nice for her. It was grounding.

She turned her head to the Andorian, she hadn’t met her before, other than seeing her name on the mission briefing she’d received, and she noted the look on her face as Valyn came clean with her team. Was it a mistake to do so? So few had known about her past, no doubt the whole of the crew would know soon enough, but she had known that would be an eventuality. “Chin up, I ain’t the boogeyman no more.” She winked at the Andorian woman, simply trying to raise her mood a bit, knowing that look on her face. She’d had it on her own face plenty of times, the feeling of dread that crawled closer and closer with each passing second to their infiltration.

She gave Vanya a nod. “Good, you’re our eyes, shit hits the fan you’ll know first.” She did as the science officer requested, and set her own suit to passive record. “Done. As a side note, let's try to keep the comms chatter to a minimum if we can, we can encrypt and hide as much as we want but the Tal Shiar are better at it than us.” She shrugged, simply admitting what she knew to be the truth. Starfleet wasn’t a covert organization. Starfleet didn’t use her for the horrors that the Tal Shiar had. The blood on her hands would never wash away, she could never scrub them clean, but she could do her best to atone.

She turned to Adam, “Blow the bitch to high hell if you can, but if not just get yourselves out. I’ll leave the specifics of the fireworks to you.” She gave Kingston a nod, “speaking of improvisation, don’t be afraid to do so if you need to. If someone’s coming at you, and your phaser ain’t workin’ for whatever reason, use whatever you have to. Disruptor. Knife. We’re in for a fight and I don’t wanna sugarcoat it, we need to stay quiet for as long as we can because when they find us, and eventually they will, they’ll throw everything they have at us to protect their secrets, hell they may blow the place themselves, so just…be careful.” She glanced around again, taking mental note of everyone there. She wanted to come back with all of them, but she knew the likelihood of that was slim. She gave Salem a nod, the same sort of respectful acknowledgement he had offered to her.

The Warbird on sensors had her nervous, not that she wasn’t expecting some sort of scout force but not quite so soon. She slung her rifle across her chest, ready to go. As they pulled into the station, taking their opportunity, one she knew full well may be a trap, she swallowed, looking at Salem, “Take care of the ship, you’re our fall-back.” She offered a hand out to him and taken or not, she made her way to the airlock, helmet on, and rifle in hand. She was ready to be first to breach. A leader led from the front. A lesson she’d learned in the dominion war. The soldiers all fought better when the leader was right there in the shit with them.

She looked back over her shoulder, “Be ready everyone.” As she heard the final hiss of the airlock compressing, she touched the readout by the door and tapped it, opening the airlock she stood inside, waited for the rest of the team (or at least, those that would fit in the first go), and let her hand hover over the other door, the one that would open into the maw.

[Ens. Cameron Henshaw]

”Blue team” Cam muttered to herself as she stuffed herself into one of the suits. How the hell was anyone supposed to get anything done wearing them? They were cumbersome and annoying and…and Cam was panicking. It wasn’t her first scrap, but it was most certainly her first operation of this scale.

[Lieutenant Amelya Rez]

Amy gladly took a candy when it was offered. She finished her inoculations and began to take deep breaths, Jona hovering over her shoulder. Hells, she could even feel his breath on her neck. Was she going mad? What was wrong with her symbiote, she knew it wasn’t supposed to be like THIS but…she couldn’t just stop working. Their mission, their work on Theurgy was too important.

“Don’t fuck it up.” He whispered, causing her to startle, her hand shaking briefly before she too went to the airlock to wait with blue team. She looked over to Cameron Henshaw with a nervous glance before she just nodded, mostly to herself as the specter of the past continued to harass her.

OOC: First post back! Sorry if it’s choppy I’m rusty! Sorry if I forgot to tag anyone!
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 S [ Day 1 | 1200hrs ] ALL ABOARD the Crazy Train!
Last post by JacenSoloDjo -
[Conference Lounge | D. 8 | V. 2 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Ellen Fitz‍ 

[You know, you were supposed to actually come home for a bit first,] Charlie had chastised over comms after learning she wasn't coming back to Earth after her stint on the starbase, as if he were her father not her cousin. Kath had simply smirked and shrugged. She really did try to get home at least once a year. She supposed this year it was going to have to be a tiny bit delayed. With so many things happening, she had doubted she was going to get home anytime soon to begin with. With her dossier, she had been alert since the Paris bombing of possibly being dragged right back into 'the slog'. 

"Yeah, well. Something came up. There's a reason Papi always said keep a bug-out bag packed," Lieutenant Katherine MacFarlane, a decade and a half into her career of Starfleet had more reason than many to expect unexpected things to happen. 

[You know I kinda hated that part of growing up. Making us refill it with clothes that actually fit every year,] Charlie had mildly complained.

And packed bug-out bag Kath had. The bag was as long as her torso and in the rucksack style. She preferred it compared to trying to lug a metal footlocker all over the place. And besides, she really didn't carry a lot of personal effects anyway. Any customization of her quarters tended to happen through replicated items to match the mood of the ship she was on. Or, at least, that was her explanation whenever anyone asked. And not many actually asked (which was often disappointing). 

Kath was still kind of mourning the fact there had been not a single kadra leg on the IKS Vask'at. It had more than amused her Klingon bunkmate while traveling to rendezvous with the Theurgy that the Lieutenant's only complaint had been about that. Not the beds. Not the gagh. The lack of kadra legs. What can she say? She developed a taste while getting her ass actively and consistently kicked by her Klingon hybrid friend on the Hamburg. (She was sure NuQach would also have found it amusing that all that negative reenforcement hadn't actually worked to prevent Kath from having a taste for Klingon food.)

Bug-out bag slung securely over one shoulder, she still sometimes found herself missing the Hamburg and her security gold uniform. The red didn't feel right sometimes, but she would eventually get used to it. Just like she eventually got used to so many other things about her life. Like the fact her father seemed to have less and less time for the family as he got more and more involved in HQ things, especially after the whole shitshow in Paris. Her last message to him from when she was on Starbase 36 had yet to be given a reply which worried her more than frustrated her. He had never really been distant before. Her mother assured her he was just busy. She remembered rolling her eyes then snarking 'Well he could just say that for himself' which had not gone over well. 

Rubbing the edges of the large-ish burn scar on her wrist, she found her way easy enough to the conference room. She had not been on a Federation starship in years (only catching runabouts and 'civilian' craft), but had done all the required reading of the ship type that she had been allowed access to with her clearance (nevermind if she had really wanted to she probably could have gone beyond her current clearance but that's a bit of abuse of power now isn't it? Not a good look). Needless to say, she was going to have fun learning the corridors of a new ship and it would be a fair sight faster than learning the layout of a Starbase. Especially considering she was sure even after four years that she had not actually seen every part of Starbase 36 and was still getting turned around about the time she was getting tapped for a new assignment. 

As she stood just within the conference room, brown eyes alighted on Cross. She lowered her bag off her shoulder and half-dropped it to the floor with a soft thunk. An eyebrow rose just a bit, not quite reaching her hairline that had been recently put back into its short high and tight style in 'celebration' of a new assignment. Look your best, put your best foot forward, keep your shirt tucked in, and such. Her hands moved to rest behind her, at the small of her back. 

"Lieutenant Katherine MacFarlane, formerly of Starbase 36. I have many names but go by Kath. Permission to come aboard, Sir?" she really wouldn't be here otherwise, would she? "So, having a bit of a spin with Regulation 13982?" That was a joke. The question became which part was meant to be funny, which part was she riffing on. 

OOC: 
Regulation 13982: A Starfleet captain can conscript almost any person into service during a time of war. (In essence she's testing the joke level and/or being self-aware of just what she's jumped into being something you only grab people like her for.)
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 4 S [ Day 01 | 1915 ] The Remains of a Crew
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Ehfva Feynri  | Corridor | Alternative Asteroid Station | Romulan Space ] ATTN: @Dree

This was ʋu ƒe kpe, blood rock, where what was left of the Cayuga crew would be annihilated. Amber eyes flickered back and forth as their captors ushered them along an echoing corridor. There were so few of them left, and with her mate not among those she could see, Ehfva resigned herself to the despairing reality: Keokuk was dead. Her footsteps faltered at the reminder.

“Move on!”

One of their guards butted his weapon into Ehfva’s side, eliciting an almost howling wince from the Vulpinian as she struggled to keep ahold of the human bundle in her arms. With a few private moments being the exception, Ehfva had managed to maintain her male Vulcine form, leading their guards to believe she was one of the few males left among the survivors. As such, their treatment reflected their biases, which was both a boon and a curse. Though they beat all prisoners with a gleeful energy that reminded Ehfva of the blood rock demons her grandparents had taught her about as a kit, they gave Ehfva a certain level of almost responsibility that she used to her advantage. There was still no hope for escape, at least none that she could discern, yet with this “responsibility,” Ehfva did what she could to protect those smaller, weaker than herself.

Readjusting the woman’s weight, as little as it was, Ehfva glanced at her childish features and green hair before resuming her pace down the corridor. There had already been so much loss, with still more to come, and it grated against the latent warrior Ehfva kept buried inside that she could do nothing to protect this woman or anyone else among the survivors. They were indeed prisoners to a sick and evil group whose intentions were still unknown.

The door at the end of the corridor opened just as the first survivors were being ushered into their new cells. A strange-looking alien flanked by two more of its own kind strode towards them with the confidant gait of one in charge of their hellish circumstances. He stopped just shy of their ragtag group, hardened gaze traveling over the group as if searching for something before alighting on Ehfva and the green-haired form still held in her arms. His lips, such as they were, pulled back slightly as he gave a decided sniff.

“Those two will be first. The rest can be locked away for later.”

Ehfva stumbled again when pushed to follow the alien, her arms screaming for a break. Though small, Ehfva had been carrying the woman from their transport pad, and with very little nutrition and sleep on board, she was in a terribly weakened state.

“Take the woman,” the alien barked over his shoulder, “she can wake up to his screams.”

What relief Ehfva’s muscles instinctively felt at being freed of her weight was quickly overshadowed by the fact that soon she would be subjected to what she could only assume would be the worst pain of her existence.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Ch 3 S [ Day 1 | 1200hrs ] ALL ABOARD the Crazy Train!
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Cmdr. Cross | Conference Lounge | D. 8 | V. 2 | USS Theurgy ] ATTN: @JacenSoloDjo

Narrowing his eyes at the stack of PADDs on the conference table before him, Cross briefly wondered if any of these men or women understood exactly what they were getting into. As much as he appreciated their contact in Starfleet continuing to ferry competent personnel to assist and, sadly, sometimes replace, Cross couldn’t help but wonder if the man or woman sometimes felt like they were Death, complete with a scythe. Though officially cut off from the Federation, they still had enough contacts with non-compromised individuals to report their losses from time to time so “King” would well know their casualty rate even as s/he recruited more meat fodder for the cause.

Cross rolled his shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment as he sought to push the beginnings of a headache far from his consciousness. Cross leaned back in his chair, opening his eyes and moving his gaze over the table to the door as he awaited the first arrival. A few new transfers had been instructed to report directly to their department heads while others would be ferried to him for assignment. They’d only just arrived at the designated coordinates to meet Martok, and now the IKS Vask'at would rendezvous long enough to transport new personnel. It was his job to sort the fresh blood for the upcoming missions, and he’d chosen this conference room for a reason. As soon as he finished meeting, greeting, and shuffling the newcomers, they’d separate vectors and get underway. With the battle bridge of Vector Two just a few steps away, Cross felt this was the most appropriate place for the meeting.

It didn’t take long to sort the PADDs containing service records according to department and rank, a fact that was both useful for the time constraint and yet disheartening. As much as he, along with the captain and Stark, hoped to be so successful in the coming missions they had little loss of life, the reality told a different story. There would be blood. And they’d need all the help they could get to recover and keep going once the dust settled.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 3 : The Meeting of Heroes (or Villains) [ Day 1 | 1500+]
Last post by P.C. Haring -
[Lt. Reggie Suder |  Bridge Crew Mess Hall | D. 1 | V. 1 | 2000hrs ] ATTN: @Brutus‍  @Stegro88‍  @GroundPetrel‍  @Ellen Fitz‍ @Nolan‍ @Juzzie‍ @Eirual‍ @Nesota Kynnovan‍ @AbsintheDeux‍ 

It had taken a bit longer than she had planned to get ready, and the short notice between the time on her patrol route and the time she had been given before the event was to start was not helping.  Truthfully she did not think she was expected a 20:00 on the dot, but even so as one of the senior officers aboard she did not feel right being excessively late. 

In the end she had opted for her liquid silver halter.  She had the replicator alter it a little, first to give her a little more freedom to sit comfortable, and second to reduce the length of the cape style train so instead of dragging on the deck, it ended at floor length.  If she had more time, she might have returned her hair to her natural jet black, but she found a way to tease it so the existing highlights weren’t overpowering.  That they had faded a bit since she put them in, didn’t hurt either.

She resisted the urge to run as that would have been undignified and for her to trip in the heels and fall while wearing that dress would be embarrassing as all hell. 

Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her right ear, the doors parted almost silently as she entered the mess.  It had been very quickly and very elegantly transformed to the point where if she hadn’t known the function of the room even two hours ago, she would have sworn it was dedicated to diplomatic gatherings.  Commander Stark was just finishing her remarks.  The Klingons raised their glasses, the Romulans seemed unimpressed, and the Starfleet crew offered a polite applause as they started to break up and attempt to mingle. 

For her part, Reggie made a point to exude a welcoming warmth, not only in her demeanor, but also she pushed a gentle hint of it out telepathically in the hopes that it might help to ease the tension under the surface.  Offering a polite nod to first a Romulan delegate, and then a few steps later she offered a bit more aggressive nod to a passing Klingon before she plucked a glass of champaign off the tray of a passing server.

“Reggie!”

She turned sharply at the sound of her name, the cape and the skirt of her dress fanning out ever so briefly as if she had intentionally been twirling.  She locked eyes on Khalil who had been talking up an uncharacteristically outgoing Romulan.

Seeing her cue she approached the pair, introduced herself to the young woman, L’Rel, a Romulan pilot and offered her own perspective on the debate as to the proper ratio of impulse to RCS thrust in high-G maneuvering.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [D01 | 1642hrs] The Spare Tire
Last post by rae -
[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Cockpit | Wolf-01 ] Attn: @Dumedion @Havenborn
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Janus groaned – audibly – at the report of temporal and chroniton whats-its, and he didn’t even care if everyone else on the comm channel heard him. There had been a mandatory overview of temporal mechanics at the Academy, and he’d failed miserably at it, deciding very early on that it was a subject for people far smarter and more scientifically minded to pursue. All he’d ever needed to know was this: there was nothing that fucked up a situation faster than a temporal anomaly. A whole squad of enemy fighters would be easier to handle.

Shadow took the words right out of his mouth, so Janus didn’t comment, an amused smile playing across his face as the new coordinates came through the nav computer. He made a few minor adjustments to his heading, another little adjustment to the intermix ratio for another tiny burst of speed, then was on his way to the chronometric particles. Hopefully they didn’t all get sent back to the dark ages. Janus had no idea how people had lived in the 21st century.

“Confirmed Fred. We’ll keep you updated.” Then he switched com channels, so only the other fighter pilots would hear him. “Wolves, Janus. Set your sensors to search for those chronometric particles. Mark any high density areas, but don’t fly in them–” he almost added ‘for Prophet’s sake,’ then thought better of it. Considering the stories about how the Bajoran gods saw time, this was not the time to be invoking their names.

His valkyrie marked the shuttle dropping out of warp, exactly where they said they would be. Shadow continued without slowing, seconds away from the larger group of ships and the two smaller dots that were Salvo and Javert. And Janus was still bringing up the rear. Damn it all. He was trying to shove down his impatience when the sensor panel lit up with a massive energy discharge – right where Javert was. “Javert report.” Silence. “Anyone got eyes on—” Then Shadow dropped out of warp practically on top of it, young and stupid and far too eager to leap before looking, and her ship disappeared from sensors too.

And he didn’t even know what it fucking was yet.

“Salvo, Janus. Tell that convoy to get moving, then let’s go have a look at this bogey.” If it was a bogey. He hoped it was. That was something he could shoot at and destroy. If everyone was caught in some sort of temporal wormhole… they really should have put a scientist in the shuttle. “I’m fifteen seconds out.”

But fifteen seconds was an eternity in a game measured by nanoseconds. The whole thing could be over long before he even got there.

The whole area was an electromagnetic soup that his sensors couldn’t make heads or tails of, so Janus was forced to drop out of warp further back than he would have liked to avoid falling into the same trap as Shadow, letting his eyes see what the ship couldn’t. He was momentarily relieved to see that it was a ship, though he’d never seen anything like it. A big metal squid. With a bit of electric eel thrown in to keep things interesting. It wasn’t moving, drifting in space along with the two Valkyries nearby. One looked intact. The other wasn’t.

First mission back and he’d already lost one.

“Fred, Janus. We found your temporal anomaly. It’s some sort of ship and it isn’t friendly. Forwarding sensor and visual data to you. Janus out.” The surviving Valkyrie – Shadow – and the bogey started regaining power at the same time. “Shadow, report. If you can move, now would be the time.”

“Unidentified vessel,” he switched to an open comm, because there were rules. His blood was boiling, his skin itching for a fight, Javert’s ship drifting aimlessly off into space, a charred heap with the canopy still attached, no ejection and no chance of survival inside. But the Federation had trained him well, and the Cardassians had taught him what not to be. So everyone got a chance first. “This is Commander Jaru Rel, detached from the Federation Starship Theurgy. I order you to power down any weapons systems and reply to this—”

He noticed the difference the moment the squid righted itself, his HUD lighting up as the electromagnetic field ramped up again. “Or we could fight. Fine by me.” He cut the comm channel immediately, switching back to the wolves only. “Wolf One engaging, weapons free.”

As the bogey lept towards Shadow, Janus was entering the combat zone above them, firing phasers into the empty space between. It ran right into them, though it didn’t do any noticeable damage. Shadow picked that moment to start moving, showing off her dramatic timing. A red light on the TVD appeared as an accompanying shudder ran through the ship, shields visible for a moment as their strength dropped a few percentage points. One of the tentacles trying to scrape his wing. Janus swore, rolled out of the way, then ducked, angling for a strafing run beneath.

“And while these convoy ships are busting ass out of here, someone ask them if they know what this thing is.”

OOC: Also sorry for the wait!!! I figured I'd let Havenborn answer for the convoy while Daniel is talking to them.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 14 [1630 hrs] Transporter Cassinis
Last post by tongieboi -
[Ens. Joseph Adams | Transporter Room 2 | Deck 5 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Griff

Joe patiently watched as Alistair opened a small panel on the bulkhead and checked the display within, nodding along to his words.

"Alright, you. Let's see if you're still gonna misbehave."

He mumbled to the console, and by extension, the transporter itself. A habit he'd fallen into long before he'd came to Theurgy. His fingers positioned themselves on the familiar sliders and began to drag themselves up.

"Alright, energizing now."

He said, this time directly to Alistair as the transporter hummed to life. And at least for the moment, it seemed to be working. The test cylinder he'd left on one of the pads began to dematerialise, just as it should.

And then his console beeped.

Shit. That was never good.

His eyes fell down to the console and he groaned a little before he got to work.

"There's always something with you, isn't there!"

He accused the transporter as his fingers pressed buttons and moved sliders that made up his user interface, briefly forgetting he was in the company of a superior officer and someone who might find it a little strange if he talked to his equipment.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: CH 2: S [Day 01 | 2239 hrs] Happiness and Other Falsehoods
Last post by tongieboi -
[Ens. Joseph Adams | Bar | Below Decks | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @joshs1000


The blow hadn't been enough to hurt, but it had been enough to knock out the air from his lungs at that moment, causing a slight 'oof' to escape him. Leaning forwards against the bar for a moment, he chuckled at Lok's words.

"I don't know about spas but I know there's a baths aboard, not to mention a bar like this on each vector."

Joe replied, still grinning a little as he gestured at their surroundings. He'd seen a couple of newer officers attempting to 'run the Theurgy' as they called it. Essentially a large bar crawl encompassing all of the lounges and holosuites aboard. He wondered for a moment if it was still in practice after he'd been woken up again.

Taking another sip of his drink and shrugging off the thought, he suddenly remembered another recreational area aboard.

"Oh! There's an Arboretum too, if you're not into drinking yourself blind or holoprograms."

He remarked. And with that, he took yet another sip of his drink, making a mental note to go more often to the Arboretum to relax. He'd only been once or twice.

Although noticing his companion's eyes on him, he reciprocated the gesture, making eye contact except for when he was drinking.

"I'm mostly into the Holosuites really, there's a load of holonovels on the computers. It also lets me keep in practice with my martial arts stuff."

Deciding to keep his guitar and model ships to himself for the time being, he shrugged lightly once again. Another drink chasing down the last one he'd just had. He was rapidly finding it easier and easier to drink his way through the Romulan concoction that not too long ago had filled his nose and burned its way down his throat.

Maybe that wasn't a good thing.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 15 [0823 hrs] Starships Aplenty
Last post by tongieboi -
[ Ensign Joseph Adams |Holodeck 03 | Deck 21 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Pierce ]

"Oh, so Enterprises run in the family then?"

He teased, a small grin on his face as he crossed his arms, finally standing still long enough to make eye contact with her again. Although it was clear from his body language that he was an inch away from bolting around again. So many starships and so little time.

Few things matched the Constitution in aesthetics, that was a popular opinion, he'd found. It didn't take him very long before he came to a decision.

"Well, we're here now, we might as well start with the Enterprise. Then we could check out the Bozeman?"

He suggested, although he wondered if Lauren had suggested the Bozeman because it was nearby or if she was genuinely curious about the ship. It was hard to choose really, out of however many ships Starfleet had churned out over the years. (Although judging by the registry numbers, they were somewhere near 70,000 by now)

"You want to be authentic then?"

He asked, gesturing to the bright red uniforms. He supposed they'd change depending on the era of ship they would wear. He didn't mind that at all, really, except perhaps the uniform from the 2350s. The one before last, it seemed like it'd be uncomfortable. Much too tight. Realising he was letting his mind wander again, he lightly slapped the mannequin with the uniform, leaning against it a little.

"I've always wondered if I could pull off this look."

He mused, this was the uniform his grandfather had probably worn aboard the Ambassador after all.
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Last post by tongieboi -
[Ens. Joseph Adams | Public Baths | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @AbsintheDeux @joshs1000


Dom would certainly find something of interest in the young man's mind, particularly when Artimis spoke again. A lot of chaotic little emotions, a little uncertainty, but that was to be expected. However his own lustful feelings were mostly dominant by now, wondering what both a Teslyliac and Kzinti might be like in the sack. Not that he knew Artimis' species by name just yet. There'd be plenty of time to get 'familiar' with both races.

He took a deep breath, gathering his scattered, chaotic thoughts, before answering what seemed to be all but a direct proposition for sex from her. That daring of his returning just in time to give him a push in the right direction. That little voice hadn't let him down yet.

"I suppose not, and like I said earlier, I would hate to be impolite."

He'd never had a threesome before, but then again, what better opportunity was going to come along than right now? His unease had all but evaporated by now, now he was really thinking about it.

His brown eyes finally allowed themselves to wander down, watching her toy with her breasts and noticing the identical colours of her anatomy.  Even noting her blush. Yes, he was definitely learning something!

His gaze went back to Dom, a grin breaking across his face at the words of Starfleet Captains for centuries, perhaps bent a little to suit the atmosphere.

"Boldly go, eh? That's the job, isn't it?"

Yep, this was no different than exploring! The only difference was they weren't going to be exploring a celestial body this time.  And with that thought, he straightened up a little in his seat, nodding in assent.

"Alright yeah, let's do it then."
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