Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay  | Valkyrie 01 'Kestrel' | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
@Griff 

As the Romulan woman informed him that the most logical choice would be the locker rooms he had seen her envying glance towards the rest of the fighters. He chose not to ask her about it and simply gave a nod as they walked through the bay to the TAC CONN department of the fighter bay. His pace was somewhat relaxed if not casual as they reached the doors of the corridor separating the fighter bay from the lockers, briefing room and mess hall. He stepped through as he heard her ask the question about how big his losses were after the Klingon engagement.

"We started the sortie with eleven fighters. Five Valravns, Five Mark III's and a single Mark II. When you found us, I lost four Valravns, a mark III and we lost a pilot after landing. So that would bring the grand total of losses at five ships destroyed and ten pilots gone. Hopefully we'll recover Krystal along the way... But... I have to say this has been a rather rough command."
he admitted as he walked further to the locker rooms and opened the door. It looked ghastly empty at the time and he pointed at the occupied lockers "Those are in use, you 're free to pick yours." he informed her

"What brought you on the ship when you got injured?" he asked her as he crossed his arms and remained at the door.

[ USS Theurgy "Thea" NX-79854 | Machine Intelligence Labs | The Versant ] Attn: @BZ @Fife @patches 
[Show/Hide]The organic named Blue Tiran assisted Thea readily enough, and in short order, Thea could remove her positronic brain from it's stand and the severed cabling. She wrapped her hand around the cut trunking, and approached the present group, literally carrying her own brain next to herself. She tilted her head and watched the one named R'Rori take care of Tiran's wound, and listened to Albert talking to the woman. Despite the loss of Kae, and the dreadful situation she was in, she did give the metal owl a passing smile.

"Indeed," she said to the owl, "I may have been confined here, but I have learned a great deal about the systems that this species use, just from with the access I've had to this lab alone. I am positive adaptation will be swift. I must ask, however, who is this 'Moby'?"

After she had heard the answer, she nodded, but in the end, she took a few steps towards the exit. "If I require additional access, I will make sure to contact 'Moby'," she said, not in a dismissive way, but appreciating the fact that there were was an ally aboard. It also put the situation in a new perspective for her, since she had not thought the Savi capable of collaborating. She had not even known parts of her crew were aboard, having made calculations in regard to the best means of escaping alone. The inquisitive aliens had not hurt her beyond trying to understand her, keeping her imprisoned. They had held little interest in her projection, the sophistication of her sensory mapping a passing curiosity. Their true interest had been in the program itself, it's processing capacity, and the storage properties of her brain.

That there were organics aboard to liberate made all her plans moot, the odds of success unknown.

She waited for her saviours to finish up, picking up a hand phaser from the floor, and left her prison behind - not giving the lab a second look, but having to keep herself from looking at Kae once more. She did not need another emotion-feed overload at the moment, so she tried to keep herself from allocating any processing power on the past, Kae, and all the things unsaid. There was only the present, and the objective. To save the crew, and leave the Versant. At the given moment, it was unknown what factors would play into the accomplishment of the objective, but at least she was able to gain access beyond the stand-alone lab.

Once they all left the Machine Intelligence Labs, Thea could see the aftermath of her liberation, and the fallen Starfleet officers in Savi suits on the deck. At that point, however, more Savi had arrived to the scene, and Thea wasted no time in raising her phaser towards the seven Antecedents. Her aiming program compensated for the dim lighting, and she had already been told to not use lethal force. She did not have a natural propensity towards inflicting bodily harm, her program a product of Starfleet and the Federation, so she had not held any inclination towards using the kill setting to begin with. So, when she fired, her arms and her eyes moved between the targets without delay, her gaze not even lingering on those she hit before changing target. Since her aim compensated for moving targets as well, she also hit a Savi that had almost left the corridor through a pair of sliding doors.

"I need a control panel," she said, her projection not winded in the slightest, not required to breathe even if her chest rose and fell in mimicry of the function. Nor did she have any heart that would beat fast from the experience of the brief altercation. She kept the emotion feed from affecting her operations, even though she hadn't deactivated the chip. One of her saviours suggested an adjacent room instead of the corridor, which she deemed prudent given the tactical situation, and moved with them, still carrying her brain in her free hand and having her phaser raised against potential threats ahead.

The area they entered seem like just another lab, and Thea held little interest in what kind of experiments had been preformed before they entered. Four more Antecendents were present, and Thea stunned two of them in rapid succession, the first one not even having looked up from his tablet. Her eyes scanned for an access point, and she found it in the back of the lab.

"Lieutenant Commander Tiran," she said, looking at the Human with the blue in her hair. "While I have no access to my database, I have gathered that you are an Engineer. Would you please connect my brain to this access point and power it up, using the local power supply?" No more had she asked, until the sliding doors parted, and armed Savi pushed into the lab. Thea's head turned their way and her phaser was already up, firing against them.

"It would seem that time is short," she said, almost conversationally, while the flare of her weapon lit her dispassionate face. "As soon as I have access, I will be able to protect us more efficiently."

In contrast to her deadpan tone, it seemed all the weapons fire had drawn the Savi in full force.

Thankfully, there was no Scion seen just yet, but the graviton weapons the Antecedents carried tore the lab apart.

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OOC: Seven days begin now, and my next post will be the last one in this thread. Have fun writing this final stand, and get Thea connected. I have left some pointers through my post with blanks to fill in, where your characters can tell her things or do things as you see fit to progress the scene to this point where they are in the last lab.

[ Ltjg Jhozahosh "Blizzard" sh'Avhennes | Fighter Assault Bay | Briefing Room | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Multificionado @Doc M.

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Following the fiasco in the shuttlebay, Jhozahosh received orders to report to the briefing room lower down in the bowels of the ship.She had removed her flight suit, and was clad only in the light uniform shirt and trousers that she wore beneath it. She was mildly annoyed that her weapons had been confiscated, but understood their reasons for disarming the defectors. That hadn't stopped her from threatening all manner of nasty things to the officer who had collected her weapons if he managed to misplace her Ushaan-tor. The walk to the briefing room was a short one, and easy due to the helpful guiding lights.

Jhoza slipped into the back of the room and listened quietly as Commander Ravon addressed them briefly. She was slightly annoyed that their reason for being branded traitors hadn't been explained yet. She had defected on a hunch, something had seemed off about their relentless pursuit of the Theurgy, and she needed to know why. Her antennae angled forward showing her unease. However she wasn't given much time to muse as she was approached by a shorter, human woman calling her name. It wasn't until she introduced herself and mentioned the Jadestone that Jhoza recognized the woman. Her antennae relaxed and stood tall on her head as a small smile crossed her face. "Hello Rawley. Old times indeed. I didn't know you were aboard this ship."

Before much more could be said a voice from beside Jhoza distracted them with another introduction, it really seemed that today was a day for new names and faces. Jhoza accepted the hand and shook it as her antennae focused toward Goldeneye. "Jhozahosh sh'Avhennes, they call me Blizzard when I'm flying, and people seem to prefer Jhoza when I'm not. It is a pleasure to meet you."

With introductions, and re-introductions out of the way Jhoza felt that now was the best time to broach the two topics weighing on her mind. "Could either of you lovely ladies tell me exactly what is going on? I kind of defected to join you on a hunch. Something is not right in the upper levels of Starfeet and I feel like you know something about this/ I cannot say how I know, it is just a feeling in my antennae." Her hand moved to her chest as she spoke and she began to fidget with her Shapla pendant through her shirt. "Also, I don't suppose either of you could help me to get my Ushaan-tor back from the security officers, it is very...sentimental...and important to me."

[PO3 Lillee t'Jellaieu] | Public Baths | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Triton

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The human, Thomas, was remarkably bold in how he kept hold of Lillee's hand as he sat down, inviting her wordlessly to sit in his lap. It was an offer with a mountain of subtext. She could just as easily decline and sit beside him, a more tame stance, slowing down their heat that their flirting had sparked. They could sit in the steam room a while Alessia and Leon had their fun, flirt some more with each other, then they could leave. They could meet again the next day, or the day after that,  to build upon their flirting. Such things were how relationships began, a gradual procession of steps in which Romulans and humans were little different, save for the more elaborate nature of Rihannsu courtship.

But Lillee had been starved of intimacy for nearly a year. She was hot, the steam and the potent human scents driving her thoughts wild. And, there was no denying it, she was powerfully aroused, both by her partner and by the others' naked affection for each other. Her breasts were sensitive, her heart was thudding, her blood was on fire...and so Lillee was impatient.

So she accepted Thomas' invitation, sitting in his lap, her buttocks perched atop his muscular thigh with surprising comfort. Half turned as she was, Lillee's right arm and shoulder pressed against Thomas' torso, their sweat intermingling on their warm skin. The fluffy robe that he had let fall was a pleasant feeling on Lillee's bare thigh (although the night-black swimsuit wasn't especially comfortable now), but there was a vulnerability for Thomas. The fallen bathrobe pooled at his waist, concealing his manhood, but if it became erect...well, not even the white cotton could conceal that.

Thus, as Thomas and the other pilots chatted, Lillee traced a slender hand along his abdomen. She traced his sculpted muscles, his belly button (but no further...that would be cheating, after all), then up further, to his pectorals, gliding her finger over his skin, relishing the sensation. She even played with his nipples, lightly teasing them, tweaking them, all while her eyes followed the conversation. Her hand merely kept moving, an innocent idle gesture hiding nefarious intent.

Then Alessia unleashed that terrible pun and Lillee couldn't resist laughing, the sound seeming oddly loud in the small steam room, acoustically insulated as it was against the rest of the baths.

"Alessia, sweetie, that is the worst pun for my species that I've ever heard," she laughed. Alessia had her back to Lillee and Thomas now, straddling her soon-to-be lover as she was, and Lillee's laugh faded into a happy grin that was as pointed as her ears as she beheld her friend. Oh, that fiery grin that Alessia flashed back over her shoulder...she was a happy woman, and Lillee realised that by all the fires of Eisn, it wasn't just Thomas and Leon's powerful, handsome bodies that were sparking her. It was Alessia, too, that she found herself attracted too. The woman wasn't just beautiful objectively. She was genuinely affecting Lillee's arousal with that Spanish flair of hers, that cheekiness.

This could get very complicated, very fast, or it could get very wonderful, very fast.

"However, if I follow the idiom correctly...yes, I most certainly intend to 'get my Romul-on', my friend. It has been a very long time, you know..." Lillee stopped talking, simply focusing on breathing before she glanced back at Thomas. Her partner-in-crime, as it were, her teammate, whose thoughts, she suspected, strongly mirrored hers. "They are truly enjoying each other, are they not?" she murmured, her brown eyes looking into his green. "It is wonderful to see. In fact..."

With that, Lillee stood up, stretching her arms up into the air with languid grace. The sweat glistened on her skin, making the tight black swimsuit rather uncomfortable, but she ignored it as she moved over to the two lovers. She grasped Alessia's shoulders from behind, smiling.

"The door is locked and you are among friends," she said softly. "You need not restrain your passions. Embrace them, should you desire to." Then she planted a delicate, chaste kiss on Alessia shoulder before returning to Thomas, still smiling that mysterious, engimatic smile that none but the Romulans had ever truly mastered.

"Thomas, my swimsuit is not ideal for appreciating the steam," she said before turning around, showing him her back. "There is a zip at the top, at my neck. Would you be so kind?"

[ PO3 Lillee t'Jellaieu | Fighter Assault Bay  | Valkyrie 01 'Kestrel' | Vector 02] Attn: @Nolan
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At the SCO's question, whether Lillee would prefer to look over her fighter or get the administrative work over and done with, the Romulan sighed. Ducking her head out of Ravon's fighter, she looked longingly out at the few other fighters in the FAB, although the far larger Allegiant in the center of the bay did overshadow them. It was horribly tempting to take the commander up on his offer, as spending more time on a Valkyrie (her Valkyrie) sounded like a wonderful way of relaxing after a stressful few days, but common sense unfortunately intruded.

"The lockers would be the more logical place to start," Lillee said reluctantly, and so she went to follow her new boss to the areas reserved for the pilots. "I remember at Earth, when this bay was full of shiny Valkyries. Your losses must have been catastrophic in the past few months to be reduced to this. Even during the war, such casualties were rare outside the most bloody of battles." She paused. "The last battle. We came in at the end, after you had returned to the Sword, but there were still Klingon fighters on the ship's tail until we destroyed them. You lost many Wolves to those beasts?"