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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 17 [2200 hrs.] Aftermath's Embrace
Last post by Dumedion -
[LT Arven Leux | Arboretum | Deck 22 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @EnigmaTales
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“Fluffernutter sandwich,” Arven answered without hesitation, before he flagged down one of the servers across the way with a wave. “Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, between two slices of bread,” he elaborated, in case V'lana had never heard of it. “I discovered it as a kid on Earth and it’s been my go-to ever since.”

Once the waitress approached Arven asked her for a menu, which she provided and he slid over to the Elsarian. “Do you still take special orders,” he asked her, with another gesture to V'lana. “Something off menu?” He wasn’t sure it would be prudent to stress the Elsarian’s digestive system too much so soon out of stasis, so opted to er on the side of caution.

“Of course. Anything in the replicator database,” the waitress nodded, then shifted her attention to V’lana. “Once you’ve made a selection, just hit order and I’ll bring it right over,” she nodded again.

“The wonders of modern technology. Hopefully your native fare is available,” Arven shrugged, “but if you want to try a fluffernutter, you can have some of mine. A few bites shouldn’t hurt too much, but I’d recommend giving your system a little more time to regulate first.”

V'lana’s earlier comment about her appearance came back to Arven's mind. He paused, appraising her, then frowned and shrugged slightly. “If I hadn’t been there when you woke up I don’t think I could tell you just came out of cryo – but then again, I’m certainly no expert on such things,” he shrugged again. “Could always be worse, I reckon? Other than a few kilos lighter than you went in, are there any lingering physical differences that we should discuss,” he asked with a hint of concern, unconsciously falling back into work mode.
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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 ob2lander961 -
[ Ens. Via "DixeBee" Wix |Erudite crew quarters ] Attn: @Eden  @ RyeTanker @Tael
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It had already been a few hours since Via settled in her bunk on the rather "spartan" Savi vessel. Laying back on her rather uncomfortable bed made her consider that she had been taking her quarters back on the Theurgy for granted. At least over there she managed to make her room just the way she liked it, replacing nearly everything she could to her liking. "Hmmm..." she groaned as she adjusted herself into a better position to play some video game on her PADD, but that only lasted so long.

"Fuck this". She sat up on her bed in frustration and stretched looking at the wider room. Via was bunking with Corsair which she soon noticed was talking to one of those Savi. Paying attention only briefly, the young woman took note of the rather, in her own words, "bitchy" attitude the Alien had with her counterpart and little of anything else he said as she was still occupied with playing her game. When the Savi left she rolled her eyes and retained her focus. Then Corsair started talking to himself which prompted Via to begin teasing him.

"You talkin' to yourself old man. My ass gotta find a doc for you now?" she chuckled but didn't receive any reaction. The half Bajoran seem to be distracted himself, muttering something about orbits and defenses. She looked up "Hey! Somethin' going on?"

No response. It seemed like he didn't hear her but Via didn't like being ignored. She observed Corsair contact the other two Valkyrie pilots on board which only increased her paranoia and then he bolted off out of the room.

"Hey wait!" Via said calling after him to no success. Not wanting to be left out she grabbed her flight jacket and ran after him, following him until she realized she probably should've got Chaos in on whatever was going on. It took a few minutes since she got lost on the way but both Via, him, and his RIO made it to the launch bay coming right in the middle of the meeting.

Panting Via walked up to the group of pilots and began to speak. "Dixiebee- Chaos- and uh...who the fuck are you?" Via said referring to his RIO but soon dismissed him. "Whatever. Y'all's asses better not be plannin' a mission without us! Be leavin' behind all the squadron's speed and firepower." Via said proudly and smugly before extending her arm to the side for a fist bump from Chaos.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 4: When you wish upon a star [ Day 1 | 1400 ]
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[ Ens. Via "DixeBee" Wix |Aerodrome of the Erudite ] Attn: @Eden  @Juzzie  @Brutus @ RyeTanker @Ellen Fitz @Eirual @Sqweloooklel @ Griff @Tael
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"Shitt...I dunno maybe." Via said in reply to Faye's explanation. Considering how her Mother was quite liberal with her sleeping habits and how she had never met her father, there may have actually been a chance there was Betazoid somewhere in Via's family tree. Not like she made any attempt to find out. Her medical records from before she join Starfleet were nonexistant in part of being born on a non Federation planet and being born into a crime family. Her actual father likely wasn't even registered with the Federation. Didn't stop the young pilot of considering the prospect. Maybe she had been part Betazoid the entire time.

"Hmm..." While Faye was distracted talking to Ida she squinted her eyes and tried very very very hard to read her mind. It almost look liked she was about to blow a blood vessel by the time Faye turned her attention back to her. Caught off guard Via promptly resigned her back to a "normal" state and pretended she wasn't just trying to see if she was telepathic.

"Huh? Oh! Fuck yeah!" she said with a child-like enthusiasm and sprinted beyond her, but not before looking back and stating "My ass totally wasn't readin' your mind by the way!" and turning the corner out of view
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 02 [1000 hrs.] The Commander's Confidant
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[Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Counseling Department Offices | Deck 08 | Vector 1 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @Nesota Kynnovan 
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The confusion from the Bennion hologram was lost on Natalie, but it was clear that the first hologram knew the second, and thus it was easy to extrapolate that the brunette in the red bikini bottoms was a fellow member of the Aurora's crew. That would make some sense she supposed since the program was designed to be a gift to Lt. Ashby, who had not been able to visit the planet with the other Aurora Lieutenant and - presumably - the brunette whose name had not been given. She glanced over at the 'real' Lieutenant in the room with every intent to ask for a bit of clarification but saw that the blonde was busy looking at the assembled crowd in the bar and - very clearly pushing her chest out to draw attention to it.

Natalie stared in shock before averting her eyes, and drawing a hand over her own bust. Surely she had to be mistaken as to what she had just seen. Was the counselor trying to draw attention to her bust, or had Natalie drawn the wrong conclusion to a perfectly innocent moment. There was chatter among the holograms, nothing that she could really pick up any specifics from, but just like her fellow Martian, Natalie noticed that a lot of the virtual patrons of the bar were looking at the two humans with concealed - or not so concealed - interest and....Approval? Desire? Just what kind of program is this? She asked herself.

No, now that she was aware of it, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was being watched by almost everyone present, save for the moment, the two holographic Aurora personnel, who seemed more interested in each other than Lt. Ashby or Natalie herself. She was sure she had drawn a few looks on Aldea, but most of that time had been in the presence of Vanya and in truth, Natalie had eyes for no one but her friend, and thus missed a lot of the stares the pair had drawn. True, they stayed clothed around people, unlike the situation she found herself in now. And it was clear that the algorithms that governed this program decided the bar crowd liked big titted Martians. The trucks on that one Risian were doing nothing at all to hide just how much he approved.

Natalie could feel the brush crawling up her skin, turning her cheeks red and causing her legs to press together in a barely repressed squirm. Dammit.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Amanda's voice, and she turned her attention back to the blonde doing her utter damnedest to pretend nothing was amiss because it would be highly unprofessional of her to do otherwise. The smile was a bit shaky and she kept her eyes glued firmly above Amanda's ample chest.

"Yes, I think I need a drink after all of this," she waved her hand around in a circle to indicate pretty much everything, having pulled her arm away from her breasts lest her companion pick up on her discomfort and more than mild (traitorous) arousal. She turned and promptly moved over to the bar, ordering something at random and watching the half nude man mix the drink with little issue while waiting for Amanda to join her. She'd leaned over, crossing her arms under her bust and resting them in turn on the bar, something she did often enough in the Spreadhead lounge or Below Decks. But she wore clothes at those bars - certainly more than the remnants of her swimsuit that she sported now - and had not quite taken into account how that put her on just as much display as Amanda's preening had done earlier.

"So her name is Lucy? The one who practically assaulted Lt. Bennion?" Natalie asked, once Lt. Ashby had joined her as the brunette Martian had scampered away at a quick, hip wiggling clip. "I take it she was another one of your crew?" Apparently saying Lucy's name had been a mistake, because the talkative, slender woman's head turned away from the holographic representation of the  Aurora's Chief of Operations and over to Natalie and Amanda. Something about the exchange had drawn the attention of the holographic pilot, though why it took a second mention of her name to do so would confuse Natalie when she thought about programmed triggers later.

What was important was that the Lucy Hunt hologram recognized the blonde Martian at the far bar, and her face lit up with glee. "Amanda! Fancy meeting you here on Risa! When did you get in?" The Pilot grabbed Bennion's hand and dragged the other avatar over to the two Martians, bouncing about and throwing her arms around Amanda in a fierce hug, pressing her smaller bust to the blonde woman's in a way that Natalie found appealing, much to her chagrin, before the pilot stepped back and held Amanda at arms length.

"I'm so glad you're trying the program out! Risa was such a fun place, especially when the party really gets going and we were both so sad you couldn't join us. Which, don't you have a job to do?" This was said to Hailey, who looked at Lucy with mild annoyance.

"I was getting to that but someone interrupted me, miss-nosey-intruder," the operations officer poked Lucy in the shoulder, but the pilot just laughed it off and made a 'get on with it gesture', while her eyes watched Amanda intently. If she took notice of Natalie, the hologram gave no sign. There was something about that gaze though, the intensity, that intrigued Natalie, and she began to feel as if she were missing something. But by that point Hailey had turned to the assembled Risians and called out, "Now that our guests have arrived let's get this party started!"

The crowd of holographic Risian's let out a collective cheer, raising glasses, and the band really kicked into high gear, with a fast paced tune replacing the slower, though no less festive piece they'd been playing prior. Glasses clinked, music swelled and the two cooks tending the pig roast across the bar lifted the carcass up off the coals to even more cheers. And during it all, Lucy Hunt kept her eyes glued on Amanda. Only when her holographic counterpart was facing fully away, and the cheers were their loudest, did the representation of the Ensign act, with a massive grin on her face.

"You should really get the full Risian experience, Amanda," she declared, and reached out, placing her hands on Hailey's hips. The other hologram seemed startled and twisted to look down at Lucy, but the brunette simply slid her hands down, and hooked her fingers into the other blonde's waistband. And then she dropped down to her knees, pulling the bikini bottoms off, which promptly vanished, before giggling madly and giving Bennion's now bare rump a playful swat. "Surprise!"

It took a moment for the shocked Martian commander to realize that a breeze had picked up, and she clasped her arms around her chest as her nipples grew even tighter at the site of the other woman's bare (holographic) bum. And then feeling the chill between her legs, she remembered one small fact: the Hailey Bennion hologram was the control factor for the program's clothing settings. And now that the hologram was completely nude - so was everyone else.

Including Natalie and Amanda.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 4: When you wish upon a star [ Day 1 | 1400 ]
Last post by RyeTanker -
[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Aerodrome of the Erudite]

@Brutus @ob2lander961 @Eirual @Griff @Griffinsummoner @Tae @Sqweloookle @Eden  @ob2lander961

LIeutenant Zark finished outfitting the final group, a batch of engineers who were going to back up the science and ops people in bypassing systems and creating fortifications as needed.  Most of them had taken to the armour and weapons the way the rest of the crew had, it was a strange foreign implement that was not their forte. The tactical types had taken it better since shooting and being shot at was part of their trade. The Andorian finished up and watched as Lt. zh'Wann issued final instruction on storage and separation of the gear. With a final instruction for everyone to relax as best they could, she helped to dismiss the crew.  The Zhen turned her attention towards Faye and was going to make her way over to see if she could distract the Betazoid, but the Ensign was swamped, and probably shouldn't be bothered. Too much.

Zark lifted up all her gear and walked over and stood next to the Ensign as she read off rooms.  Seeing there was barely enough room, the Andorian gently nudged Faye to the side so she could step up, then when she stepped up, she not so serriptitously placed herself somewhat behind so she could see over Faye's shoulder.  This was a good oppurtrtunity to peruse the list and place her head against the dark mop. Zark hummed idly as she gently brushed aside Faye's hand and scrolled through the list to see where their room's location.  While she could totally have used her eyes to scroll along, it was simply more fun to move her head up and down, while rubbing her head against Faye's and sharing the warmth between the two.  Finding what she was looking for, Zark pulled her head back and breathily whispered to the Betazoid. "See you soon."  

It wouldn't due to pinch her butt while leaving, so Zark simply jumped off and made her way out of the aerodrome.  Navigating the strange ship wasn't easy since they didn't follow any conventions for ship location identification that the Starfleet crew understood and she had to wait for a guide to come get the gaggle she was a part of. Next was the twisting, and turning through oddly shaped corridors that seemed bereft of easily recognizable identifying markers.  IT was just all so strange.  This added to a sense of unease which didn't quite abate when they entered the living area.  It seemed like a large drab mess hall, the likes of which she'd seen the last time Zark had to attend a Marine related course. There were rows of tables with a dozen chairs near each one.  Electronic alcoves were nearby, though the lighting was decidedly odd. "This is pleasant"   Lt. Zark remarked dryly and someone chuckled nervously next to her. Their Savi guide stopped. "Here is the common eating area. There are matter synthesizers in the alcoves from which you can order food. We used the information from your database and loaded it into the computers, so you can order items that your normally eat." A crewman raised his hand for attention "Are there any recreation facilities?" The Savi looked at him. "No.  There are data devices for you to select some pieces of your literature and videos.  I will now lead you to your sleeping spaces." Zark looked into the space once more and noticed a few people were sitting with some stuff in front of them, and they all seemed somewhat dejected as they stared at their trays, and the Andorian's antennae shot up at this as a bad feeling started to creep into her belly.

There were several rooms that Lieutenant Zark had to wait for till they arrived at here's and she was given a code to punch in.  The room didn't have much to recommend it and it certainly wouldn't have passed for guest quarters aboard any Starfleet vessel.  It looked more like a simple dorm; a pair of beds, some closet space and a couple of desks.  There was a matter synthesizer on one side, and another door that led to a refresher unit.  It wasn't much, but as far as troop quarters went, it wasn't bad either. Deciding it would be much better to be out of the room and being seen by the troops, Zark quickly organized her items then lifted up her arm to punch in a code into the built in console.  The system beeped and the back of her armour separated, allowing her to step out of the hard shell.  It was always a relief to get out of the equipment and be free to move without restraint. A short debate followed whether she should get out of her protective unitard, but she didn't see to much point of that and grabbed an equipment belt and some boots.  The Andorian quickly pulled her hair into a pony tail instead of the bun that she normally used inside her armour helmet and headed to the mess hall.

It seemed like several other people had the same idea as the hallway began filling up with bodies headed in the same direction. Others had lined up to get something as well and Zark joined one of the lines.  Looking around, the room still looked the same as the first time she saw it, but somehow it felt different.  She wasn't a telepath, but Security Officers were trained to examine people's behaviour and she paid closer attention to how everyone was walking.  Each one that went by seemed to be perplexed, or unhappy in some way.  It was soon apparent, this only happened to those that had walked away from the replicator and Lieutenant Zark's sinking feeling got worse as she got near the alcove and heard the person in front of her gasp, then curse at what she'd recieved. The Andorian was tall enough to look over her shoulder and her face scrunched up in disbelief as she was sure she was looking at a plate of pasta, except the noodles and sauce seemed to have taken on a grey-purple tinge. The crewman lifted the food up to her nose and gave it a sniff, then another one before walking away confused.  "It doesn't smell like anything, strange." she commented.  Zark sighed and steeled herself as she got to the alcove and braced herself for whatever shaped nutrient paste was going to be delivered to her.
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Alternate Universe Stories / Re: Sprinkles on a Soup Sandwich
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[ LCpl Knox | Bravo Base | Gila DN6 | Imperium Frontier Space ]ATTN: @Ellen Fitz


“Yeah I have enough for a session with the sex bots,” Knox said between mouthfuls of nutrients. It was an insult to food to call what he was eating food. “But with bad food and hypo spray and field rations being available, the service center is getting so much more use than was planned for.” He finished chewing and then leaned forward. This usually meant that a rumor was about to be told. “In fact I hear that moral is so low and lines are so long for the service area the ‘lady upstairs’ has put in an urgent requisition for more of those bots. That is what the new building is they are building behind the armory. Looks like they finished it yesterday.” Knox looked both ways and straightened up. “Who knows? It may help. Everyone does seem eager to fight each other as much as the bugs and you have to wait so fucking long to have sloppy seconds of used silicon pussy.”

There was some commotion from the chow line. Two men were fighting over someone cutting in front of the other in line. It didn’t make sense to Knox. Why fight for shitty, not quite food, 30 seconds faster? But, he realized it was not the food. It was the disrespect. And everyone was already on edge. This planet-side deployment was turning out to be not what had been expected by anyone. The command staff included apparently.

“Yeah so, my plan is to use the merits for a service session when those new bots are delivered.” Knox scooped up another spoon full of slop and paused. “The building is done and we are expecting a logistics run sometime in the next 8 to 10 hours. I bet tomorrow morning when we are back we can empty our balls into brand-new sex bots with that new silicon smell, with no waiting in line.” Knox took another bite and smiled at his friend after sharing his plan. Then that smile quickly faded when the taste of the food registered.

“Pivot!” They both looked up to see their Lt. round the corner and make a beeline towards them. “I hear you two gentlemen were fighting this morning.” Lt. Sobel smiled that smile that meant he was about to give out punishment that was usually unmerited. “Since you two are so eager to fight you are assigned to point duty. Our next patrol leaves in 10 minutes. Be at the gear locker ready to draw extra ammo and grenades in 5 minutes. See you gentlemen on the tarmac.”

“Extra ammo and grenades?” Knox said as the Lt left. “I guess he didn’t have time to check our merits and take those or give us extra duty. So he just settled for putting us on point duty so we find the bugs first.” Knox stood up. “Let’s get going! I want those extra grenades. If he suggests we get those, then I want lots of them for whatever he thinks we are likely to find.”
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: Theurgy: What If...? Below Decks Lounge
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[Lt (JG) XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Lt. Zark) | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | Holosuite 01| USS Theurgy] @AbsintheDeux @Dumedion @Juzzie @Dree

Zark didn't stay quite still as her glasses came off her face and a wisp of hair got pulled along.  What had been a casual watching of the Shen became more intense. Flirting could take various forms, and the Zhen knew she was being flirted with.  There was the age old internal debate for her whether she should play along and encourage the situation, and part of her was tempted to.  Reika Sh’laan after all was attractive, and Zark was not above having a passionate encounter after meeting someone for the first time.  On the other hand, she was honest enough to admit that she would have to be hornier or much more drunk.  Being quite shameless, Zark had the grace to dimple prettily at the unintended double entendre that she'd provided Reika.   A quick gentle tug of her pony tail followed as it was brought to hang over her shoulder.  She idly played with the tip while listening to the Ops officer discussed her diverse knowledge of hand-to-hand combat and her finger stopped twisting as she considered the various challenges she could offer.

Zark didn't quite pout when the glasses came back on, but it did seem a little slower than was really necessary.  On the other hand, it could have been a case of the Zhen injecting her own desires into the reading of the movement.  Clearly any amorous adventures weren't quite on the table, but they were in the cards. Maybe not today, but possibly another time.  Slender fingers took a moment to adjust her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose correctly and a small sip of wine followed.  "It's a bit of an interesting story that goes with it, but my preferred style is a mix of Jiu Jitsu and Kharakom."  The Zhen looked skyward for a moment as she rubbed the cut on her lip. "Well, that's the closest way I can describe it at any rate."  Her gaze retruned to the Shen. "The thing is Sha, when I was a cadet, I took some time to visit my Zhavey.  She was XO on the USS Renegade at the time.  I got handed over to the Chief of Security to learn from him, I guess you can call it a working vacation.  So he had his combat expert test me first so they could see how much more I could learn." Sip. "Commander Lin and his cqb Chief took a look at how I was fighting, and they felt there was something not quite right about the style the Academy was teaching.  They took a look at my education and found out that I took gymnastics.  Turns out the Chief was fan of a form of entertainment from Earth called cinema, like a holonovel for us today.  Anyway, I thought he'd lost it when he brought me in to watch this 'movie' as part of my formal combat training." 

Zark gave a wistful smile as she took another sip. "It was a fun movie.  None too cerebral, but fun. Anyway, there was this gorgeous red head human, her name was Scarlett Johansson.  That's not important though, the main point was her character had a very acrobatic fighting stlye.  Sure it was all choreographed, but he said that I needed to make use of my agility instead of staying comparatively still all the time."  A bigger sip followed that brought the glass down to half and a slender middle finger ran over the rim of the glass. "If you'd like to stop by and see, I can guarantee it's quite the spectacle since it makes me look like a Grayth going for the kill."  Zark smiled ferally mirroring her analogy. "And before you ask why I didn't dodge like Grayth, Ida is just that relentless, but we're pretty even since she won't be wearing any bikinis until after she gets a good dermal regenerator treatment."  Zark took a self congratulatory chug as she slammed back the rest of the wine.  Xenia stopped by soon after the glass was placed back on the bar.  "Another glass Miss Zark?"  Zark thought about it a bit. "I'll take what she's drinking hun." The Zhen pointed out at the blue liquid in Reika's hand and Xenia nodded to go fulfill the order with a programmed smile.


Grayth = Andorian feline
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
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[ Lt (jg) Sarresh Morali | Temporal Observatory Lab | Deck 9| Vector 02 ] Attn: @AbsintheDeux 

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What's that human saying? Man plans and God laughs? I wonder if Barjoan's hae a similar one. Something about the Prophets probably. Or Pah-raiths, Sarresh mused privately, wincing in sympathy as his lover devolved into a fit of body wracking painful sneezes. The pout was utterly adorable, but that wasn't something she wanted to hear, especially not after the conversation they'd just had. And the anger flashing in her eyes as the sneezing seemed to finally settle sealed the matter for the former Ash'reem male. It was time to be on his best behavior. And sure enough she brought those Prophets into things.

As she stood up, Sarresh' eyes moved over her form, admiring the changes to her body. She might have found them cumbersome and unappealing but he found the whole package very sexy. Then again she was carrying his child so that probably had something to do with it. That and he wagered it was a physical impossibility for her not to look good regardless of what state she was in. Pregnant, naked and dripping wet? Utterly gorgeous.

Sarresh considered that his views were possibly colored by being head over heels for the woman. Possibly.

Frowning slightly, the now human man crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his side of the tub, arching an eyebrow. "I will accept that I am the direct cause of your current circumstances, lovely and attractive as I find the end results," Sarresh began with sneaking in a compliment. "But I will point out it takes two to tango and we hadn't exactly been playing things safe up until that point. I wasn't wearing a rubber because we both thought that the contraceptive injections were holding. For both of us."

Here he wagged a finger at her, then let out a sigh and dragged his hand across his face. "Unfortunately I can't go back and change things.” A look crossed over the time travelers face, one of consideration and then consternation, followed swiftly by confirmation. ”Well, no, I take that back. Not unfortunately. And before you say anything I know exactly how complicated it would be to go back and change things, and the technical feasibility of it and just...no.” Here he shook his head vehemently, before locking his gaze with that of the woman across the tub from him. He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees under the water, keeping his eyes on hers.

”While it was an accident on both our parts I do not regret the impending outcome. How could I?"
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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: [2376] Entanglement of Chaos
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[Atha Ono | Mobile Base Near Mador Base | Cardassia Prime]

An underling stood nearby.  "It's time sir."  The Bajoran nodded.  The artillery fire was having good effect on the Mador base, but he'd realized that they didn't have any of the ground penetrators that would do real damage at getting at his hated target.  "Fine.  Set everything on automatic."  Looking around, he smiled at the irony of using one of his oppressors machines to harm their own.  This equipment's pyre would be a fine tribute to his hatred of the Cardassians. When the underling confirmed everything was set, they left for the ground vehicles that would carry them to a cave system where the transporter system would beam them to another part of the planet.

[Ensign XamotZark zh’Ptrell (Ens. Zark) | Cardassia Prime] Attn: @Ellen Fitz

With the realization that she wasn’t going to die, Ensign Zark’s mind let itself catch up to the present and the first thing her body did was painfully register its protest at having been mistreated in such a fashion. This was nothing new, but so close after the Dominion War’s end, the Andorian still had a complicated feelings about what had happened. While her senses took in the chaos occurring around her, part of her mind was trying to decide whether this was the worst she had been through during her career so far. The first point of comparison had been the four Academy boxing matches between herself and then Cadet T’Vren. Those matches were something of a legend as power and grace had mixed, and the result had been unusually bloody for these events. What made them more unusual was the aggression that the Vulcan had displayed in her fighting style and she was technically stronger than Zark, but the two were even in terms of wins and losses. Or maybe it was the time she'd been captured on Kalandra while supporting a marine patrol when herself and Corporal Carter Shreiber had been captured by Nausican mercenaries and taken back to their base camp.  Both Starfleet personnel had been forced to fight some of the brutes in the centre of their makeshift camp for the mercenaries entertainment.  The guns for hire hadn't taken kindly when she'd beaten her opponent unconscious, then made her fight two of them at once.  She never saw where the metal bottle had come from that had knocked her to the ground eventually and the two had taken merciless advantage of it.  Her next memory after that had been waking up as the rest of the patrol had turned up after wiping the camp out.  She'd been told it had been several hours later, and Shreiber had gone through the same thing, except the mercs had thrown him in a three on one from the start. 

Those memories of the past didn't really matter though as her body complained while she sucked in air to deaden the pain and replace the air that had been beaten out of her earlier.  Zark was too busy being in pain to acknowledge Javec's jibe and practically oozed off the chair as soon as she'd been let go.  Her beautiful features were now marred with blood, cuts, and bruises; strands of silver hair dripped azure.  Ensign Zark groaned as she tried to get onto her arms and legs, her breathing laboured as pain lanced through her body.  She coughed and a wet blue globule coated the floor.  She had to take a moment to breathe before wiping the blood from her mouth and continued towards Enyd who beckoned her with freedom from the hurt. A strong pair of arms picked her up and laid her against a turned over table.  A chubby looking Cardassian frowned quickly scanned her with disapproving eyes then grabbed the med kit from Enyd began searching through its contents.  "Bruises, contusions, internal bruising of her exoskeleton. In short, they worked her over."  He pulled a vial and hypospray. "Ensign Zark, I'm Trooper Crasytt Eset, the medic.  You're going to be fine. I'm going to give you a pain killer.  Nod if you understand."  Zark weakly nodded and he continued. "I'm going to give you a stim as well.  It's set for Cardassians, so we'll see if it works.  Best option at the moment."  As if to punctuate that statement, his pistol flashed out and a he fired at a target.  Said target screamed and fell backwards. "Get them mobile trooper!" Ghin Torlan yelled as he fired "nade out!"  He suddenly yelled and the Andorian winced as the device exploded and the pressure wave assaulted her antennae.  "Just get me moving."  Zark gritted out as she shifted positions so something didn't quite hurt as much.

The medic nodded and injected her.  The pain soon began to deaden, and with another injection, she felt her vitality begin to return.  "There you go, you should be able to move again soon." Trooper Eset said, then gave her a smile.  "And since we could all still die, might I say that those are some of the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen."  Zark grinned back weakly at the superfluous observation being made at her expense.  "Glad you enjoyed the show lecher, now help me get this thing back on." Eset's reply was interrupted as his pistol snapped up  again and he fired several shots then turned his attention back to her. "Best order a trooper can get." He didn't have time to be too gentle as he helped to pull up her suit and seal it once more. "At least you don't look like a punching bag anymore.  Time to move."  Zark nodded at this.  The team commander's voice came back quickly. "Eset, stop ogling the blue balloons and cover their withdrawal.  Javec, Madsen, get Ontatt out of here."  Zark thought for a moment that the Ghin had forgotten something.  "Where's Drasat?  I saw..."  Eset shook his head.  "He's gone.  Slit his throat."  Despite all the hostility, Zark felt saddened by this since the soldier had been doing his duty and was doing his best to care for his charges in his own strange way."  She shook that aside and nodded, feeling more ready to get up.

"Wait!  Waaiiiitt! Don't leave me please!!" A voice called, and Zark recognized the shrill tone of the Ompayan that had brutalized her first in the terminal room.  There was a moment of indecision as the Andorian wanted vengeance and to leave her to die.  Despite her condition, Zark felt duty win out and she got up mostly smoothly.   "Do you have cuffs or something?"  The medic nodded and produced a set of polymer ties.  Zark took these and the medic's pistol, then took a breath committing herself.  "Cover me." "Javec, Madesen, go!"  The medic yelled as he brought up his rifle and Zark dashed out of cover towards the cowering alien as fire lanced past her.  An Orion popped out to shoot her and his head disintegrated as the medic shot him.  Another one followed and he fared no better as Zark reached the alien and grabbed her by the scruff of her collar.  "Move!" Zark yelled despite the lingering pain and the Ompayan whimpered as she scrambled to get going.  "I'm through sir!"  Someone yelled.  "Finally!"  Ghin Torlan replied. "Fleet command, fleet command, this is Schorl, authenticate 3-5-7-4-5-5-Black-Red-Black.  Priority orbital strike, artillery asset near my location."

This added urgency as the Andorian pushed the alien to her feet and ahead of her, unwillingly shielding the tech's body with her own.  She fired several shots behind her to keep the enemy at bay and maybe lucked out as someone screamed.  "We're leaving" Eset yelled as Zark ran passed him towards the door that led back to the lift shaft and the ropes that would lead them out.  Eset stood and backed away, using his bulk to cover Zark as he fired at targets of opportunity.  Torlan and several others tossed more grenades to cover the medic and when they exploded, they stood up as one advanced by fire, killing everything in their path as Eset turned to follow everyone else to the shaft.  When they reached their exit, he saw that the Andorian had tied the alien's hands behind her. "I'll carry her up on my clamp."  Zark nodded gratefully at this and gave him a bruised smile in thanks.  "Alright, let's go." he finished as he gripped the terrified Ompayan and engaged the clamp that began lifting them upward.
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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Ch 2: S [D01 | 1642hrs] The Spare Tire
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[ LT Daniel Havenborn, Callsign: Salvo | Cockpit | AC-307 Mark-II Valkyrie “Hellcat”] Attn: @Dumedion @rae

Daniel listened to the diminutive mouse-like being speaking to him, survivors trying to reach a new homeworld, he could empathize with that.  His own people had fled from Earth in the late twenty-first century and then in the mid-twenty-second century had expanded and established their first extrasolar colony; he had spent a few years living there with his aunt and uncle.  It sounded like they had had escorts but now they were gone, that sounded odd to Daniel and made him a little more alert, these beings may be being hunted by a potentially hostile faction, either the Romulans or someone else.  The Romulans were known for their kindness when it came to infractions in their territory and these beings seemed to be fairly defenseless.  He had questions as to why but this was not the time or place to ask them.

“Conclave Leader, we stand ready to help you, be advised that I do have reinforcements en route and should be arriving momentarily.”  He told them.  It was better that they knew about Shadow, Janus and the shuttle before they arrived.

A moment later there was suddenly an explosion, one of the Conclave’s ships had exploded, from the way the ship had exploded it seemed like it had been attacked but there weren’t any hostile ships that he could see, but then again Romulans did have cloaking technology, they likely could have developed a way to attack the smaller defenseless ships.  “Salvo to Javert, move in closer to inspect the damage, keep on alert.”  He told his wingman.  He got an affirmative from the other pilot who began to maneuver his Mark-III towards the sundered vessel.

Daniel heard the communications traffic from Janus.  “I’ve made contact with the Conclave leader, as we were speaking one of their transports suddenly exploded, I’m sending Javert in to inspect damage.  I’ve got him covered.”  He reported.  There wasn’t much else they could do, sometimes in void combat all you could do was wait for the enemy to make their next move, especially if the enemy had cloaking technology.  He suspected it was the Romulans but it could be someone else, he didn’t know much about these aliens but if it was one of them why were their ships unarmed and why had they required an escort.

[ LTJG Ava Weaver-Havenborn | Cockpit | Type-11 Shuttlecraft “Friedrich Mohs”]

Ava maneuvered the shuttle away from Shadow as per Janus’s orders.  “Copy Janus, keeping distance.”  She said, she had been keeping pace with Shadow’s attack fighter but she slowed the shuttle down slightly allowing the fighter next to them to take the lead.
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