COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
USS Illuminar
Decompression 2020-11-01
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MISSION LOG: DECOMPRESSION
STARDATE RANGE: 2443.09.11 - 2445.10.01
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 1
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1- 0915)- Federation Ambassadors at Large-- Dr. Riven Mias and Michaela Kirien-Mias-- Vice-Admiral Saleke
(Utopia Planitia-- Administrative Complex-- Federation Ambassadors at
Large-- Dr. Riven Mias and Michaela Kirien-Mias-- Vice-Admiral Saleke- 0915)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven, Saleke)
- ILLUMINARRPG: ILLUMINARNRPG: (1, 1000)
(Carl Sagan Shuttle ? Mars Colony. Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1035) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(DS9 -- 2nd story Promenade -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1035)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1125) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(Quarks -- Deep Space 9 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1125)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1323) SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters -
13:23)
(reply Scott, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1330) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? SPC Science Officewr Ensign Celiste Winters
- 13:30)
(reply Matrix, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 17:05) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1800) Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory
(Deep Space 9 ? Quarks Bar ? Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory- 1800)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1808)- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? Quark's- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander
Sekal - 1808)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1910)CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Conference Room- COM Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1910)
(Reply, Trei)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1915) ACO Lt(jg) Dieter Gregory
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Conference Room- Ensign Dieter Gregory- 1915)
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Visiting Officers Quarters - ACO Lieutenant (jg)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 19.15 ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei)
(USS Illuminar - Conference Room - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 19.15)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1947)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons -
1947)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1 ,19:49 - SPC - Sec Ens. Penny Mc Taggard )
( Mars Base - Cargo area - Sec Ens. Penny Mc Taggard - 19:49 )
( Reply, Any )
( Posted by:- Norman ?)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 1, 2010) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone -
2010)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1-2015)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons -
2015)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 1, 2035/2120) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin & COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
(USS Illuminar- FO's Quarters- FO- Lieutenant Sienna Williams-Verin &
COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 2035)
(Mars Base - Medical Annex - Counseling Suite - Illuminar FO Lt. Sienna
Williams-Verin - 2120)
(reply Riven, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: =?utf-8?q?=281=2C_2051=29_2O=2C_Lt=2E_Carson_Peter?= =?utf-8?q?s_=26_ACEO=2C_Ens=2E_Vex=E2=80=99ahlia_Jordaan?=
(Posted by Jono Bradley - Carson Peters & Vex?ahlia Jordaan)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Reply, none)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1-2137)- FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Medical Annex - Counseling Suite - Illuminar FO Lt. Sienna
Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias - 2137)
DAY 2
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0555, 0605, 0705)- CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal, FO- Lieutenant Sienna Williams- Verin and 2/0- Lieutenant Carson Peters
(Mars base- Administrative complex- CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal, FO-
Lieutenant Sienna Williams- Verin and 2/0- Lieutenant Carson Peters- 0555)
(Mars Facility ? Admiral Jana Bell's Office - Starfleet Chief of Staff -
Admiral Jana Bell ? 0605)
(Posted by Charles G (Sekal, Saleke)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0700)- CO- Captain Sekal
(Utopia Planitia-- Science Annex -- Fifth Floor- Holodeck 1- CO- Captain
Sekal- 0700)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (1-0755)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Couns. Alaya Ravenstone
(Mars Base-- Arboretum grounds- Garden- FO- Commander Sienna
Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Couns. Alaya Ravenstone- 0755)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 0805) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(USS Illiminar -- Personal Quarters -- Deck 2 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice --
0805)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 0900) Pilot Vic "Raid" Montero
(Reply none, unless you want to run into Vic)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0930)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
- ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: (02, 1000) Assistant Security Officer Ensign Keung Lee)
(Mars Base?Starfleet Security Training Faculty ? Assistant Security Officer Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
- ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: (02, 1000) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee)
(Mars Base?Starfleet Security Training Faculty ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1050) ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Fabrication Facility - ACO Lieutenant (jg)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1100) Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1100)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1115) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Reply none, unless you want to run into Devers)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1115)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1230) Pilot Vic 'Raid' Montero
(Mars Facility ? Outside the Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid?
Montero ? 1230)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2- 1300)- CO- Captain Sekal
(Utopia Planitia-- Administrative Complex -- Third Floor- CO- Captain
Sekal- 1300)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1345) Operations ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1520)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1600) Special Guest Dr. Charles Kroger
(Mars Facility ? Office of Dr. Charles Kroger ? Counselor Dr. Kroger - 1600)
(Reply Trei, if you want or go pester Montero)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 2, 1710) Commander Sienna Williams-Verin
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin- 17:10)
(Reply Alyl, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (02, 17:11) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(reply Sy, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1712) FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin & ACSO Lt Jaton Alyl
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin & ACSO Lt
Jaton Alyl - 17:12)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2, 1800) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin
(Deep Space Nine - Quark?s- Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and
Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin -1800)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1810) 2O Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1857)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1810) 2O Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1913)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1857) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1857)
(Reply Hammons/Alaya, anyone present)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2, 1900) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin
(USS Exeter - Ready Room - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and
Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin -1900)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2- 1900)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1900)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1903) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 1903)
(Reply steven, carson, riven, Michaella, any who are present its a party!)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1906) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1906)
(Reply Riven, Michaella, Alaya, any present)
(Reply Santiago, any present)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1910) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1910)
(Reply Lee, others)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2 - 1912) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1912)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1915) Security Officer PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar? - Security PO3Hercules Devers - 1913)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1915) Security Officer PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1913)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1917) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar? - Security PO3Hercules Devers - 1917)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1918)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven
Mias - 1918)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya, Santiago, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (1-1918)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven
Mias - 1918)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya, Santiago, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1920) ACO Lieutenant (JG) Dieter Gregory
(Reply any - Lee, Carson, Alaya, Hammons et al. )
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1921) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(reply Lee, Hammons, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1924) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 1924)
(reply all at the party - esp Hammons and Devers)
(posted by that other brat, Mel)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1927) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules eevers - 1927)
(Reply Ravenstone, Devers)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1931)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1931)
(Reply: Keung, Devers, Carson, Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1935)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1935)
(Reply: Carson, Santiago)
(Reply: Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:37) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(Reply Santiago, any at the party)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1937) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1937)
(Reply Riven, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2-1940)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1940)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1940) Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torresl
-19:40)
(reply Jaton, Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1941)
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:42) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torresl
-19:40)
(reply Santiago, Carson, any at party)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1944)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1944)
(Reply- Luma, Vex)
(Reply: Vex, Carson, any)
(Reply: Michaella, Vex, Luma, Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (2-1944)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1944)
(Reply- Luma, Vex)
(Reply: Vex, Carson, any)
(Reply: Michaella, Vex, Luma, Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:44) Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres -19:44)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1945, 1950) SecO PO3 Devers and ACO Lt (jg) Gregory
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO3 Hercules Devers - 1945)
(Reply Hammons, Lee, others)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1945) SPCs Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias & SPC Luma`Lenai
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador - Dr. Michaella
Kirien-Mias & SPC Luma`Lenai - 1945)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1947, 1952) - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1947)
(Reply: Devers, Lee)
(Reply: Alaya, Lee)
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons ? 1952)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1947, 1952) - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1947)
(Reply: Devers, Lee)
(Reply: Alaya, Lee)
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ??SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons???? 1952)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: =?utf-8?q?=282=2C_1953=29_2O=2C_Commander_Carson_P?= =?utf-8?q?eters_=26_aCEO=2C_Lt=28jg=29_Vex=E2=80=99ahlia_Jordaan?=
- ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2 - 2000) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG Sienna Williams-Verin
(USS Exeter - Deck 11, Main Engineering, Service Corridor Alpha - Exeter
CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG Sienna
Williams-Verin - 20:00)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: ILLUMINARNRPG: (2 2000) - Assistant Chief of Security - Ensign Keung Lee
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2025)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
(Reply: Alaya, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 2046) - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(reply Steven, Santiago, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2-2050)- Assistant Chief of Security Keung Lee
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Keung Lee- 2050)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 2050) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(Mars Base -- Red Sands Bar -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2050)
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
(Reply: Alaya,iyw)
DAY 3
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 200) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars base ? Ares Restaurant - Mars Space Port 1300)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 0630) Pilot Ensign Vic "Raid" Montero
(Mars Facility ? Officers Quarters - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 0630)
(Replies, none unless there is a peeping Tom around)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-0630, 0730)- CO, Captain Sekal
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 3- Captain's Cabin- CO, Captain Sekal ? 0630)
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 5- Sickbay- CO, Captain Sekal ? 0730)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 0735) -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0735)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1000 ) Assistant chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars base - Weapons Testing Facility, Starfleet?s Weapons Development Division)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1045)
(Mars Base -Fabrication Facility - 1045)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1100) Pilot Ensign Vic "Raid" Montero
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1100)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1101, 1348, 1420)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias
(Shuttle Damacles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1101)
(Shuttle Damacles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1348)
(Earth- Shuttleport - FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven
Mias- 1420)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3- 1145)- CO, Captain Sekal
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 10- Main Shuttlebay - CO, Captain Sekal ? 1145)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1200) pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1200)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1230) 2O, Cmdr Carson Peters & Lt Vex'ahlia Jordaan
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1330) Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
(Space outside Mars - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1330)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1500) Sec PO3 Hercules Devers
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1500) Sec PO3 Hercules Devers
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1700) sec PO3 Hercules Devers
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1800)- ACOps- Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory and Fight Promoter Lar
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1800, 1945, 2010)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1810)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
(Shuttle Damocles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1810)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1810)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Holosuite ? Mars Entertainment and Leisure Centre ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1815)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1850, 1905)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Duke Williams
(Shuttle Damocles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and
Duke Williams- 1850)
(Williams family home- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias
and Duke Williams- 1905)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 2000) Security Hercules Devers
(Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2000)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2010) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(Mars Base -- Medical -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2010
Quinna sat quietly in sickbay. She was in her secret dark storage room.
There she was having a romantic interlude. The romance that never failed
her. Chocolate. This time it was chocolate snack cakes. She wished had
brought some milk in the closet with her.
?Doctor, Solice to Medical? Quinna was paged. She stood and walked out of
the storage room and into the main infirmary area. She saw the men
materialized.
?What happened here,? Quinna asked as she moved to help. She looked at
Hercules and frowned. ?What have you gotten yourself into. Someone better
Explain.?
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
- ILLUMINARRPG: Fwd: ILLUMINARNRPG: (3, 2010) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? Medical ? Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2100)
- ILLUMINARRPG: Resending --(3, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
(Mars Base ? Medical ? Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2100)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2115) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
(Mars Base ? Medical ? CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2115)
(Reply Devers. Awake, Devers, Awake)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3-2445) - Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
DAY 4
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4- 0730, 0740, 0815)- CO, Captain Sekal and SPC ScO- Ensign (sg) Skashe Winters
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 1- Ready Room - CO, Captain Sekal ? 0730)
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 8- Main embarkation tube - ScO ? Ensign (sg)
- ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: FW: (4-1100)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars base ? Vastitas Borealis ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1100)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1200) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office? SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:00)
(Reply Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 12:01) 2O, Lt. Carson Peters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lieutenant Carson Peters - 12:01)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1203) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:03)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1206) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1206)
(Reply Celiste, Luma)
- ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 1206) Lt. Carson Peters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lt. Carson Peters - 1206)
(Reply Celiste, Luma)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1209) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:09)
(reply Carson, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1214) 2O, Lt. Carson Peters
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lt Carson Peters - 12:14)
(Reply Celeste, None)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1240) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
(Illuminar ? Deck 8 - CSO's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste
Winters - 12:40)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 12:41) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(reply Winters, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 12:41) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(reply Winters, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1320) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin - 13:20)
(Reply matrix, vex, alaya)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1320) ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix
(Illuminar ? Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 13:21)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1441) ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix
(Illuminar ? Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 14:41)
- ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 1445 & 1504) aSCO, Ens Keung Lee
(USS Illuminar, Assistant Chief of Security office ? Assistant Chief of Security, Ensign Keung Lee - 1445)
(USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1504)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4 , 1448 & 1454) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
(USS Illuminar, Bridge - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1448)
(USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office - 2O, Commander Carson Peters -1454)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (4 , 1500) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
( (USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Lee 1500)
- ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (4 , 1500) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
( (USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Lee 1500)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1729) SPC ACEO Ens Scott Matrix
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 17:29)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1730) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin - 17:31)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1734) EO Ensign Matrix
(Illuminar ? FO's Office ? EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 17:34)
(Reply Williams-Verin)
(Reply Williams-Verin)
DAY 5
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 0930) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & Assistant Chief of Security, Ensign Keung Lee
(Mars Base, Security Facility - Second Officer, Cmdr. Carson Peters - 09:30)
(Mars Base, Security Facility, Armoury - Second Officer, Cmdr. Carson Peters & Assistant Chief Security Officer, Ensign Keung Lee - Time 0945)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1200 ) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1710) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
(Mars Base, Security Quarters - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1710)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1750) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
(Mars Base, Security Quarters - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1750)
(Reply Trei, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (5, 1750) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
(Mars Base, Arboretum Garden - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1750)
(Reply Trei, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5-1755)- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the goddess- Dr. Riven Mias
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the
goddess- Dr. Riven Mias- 1755)
- ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (5-1755)- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the goddess- Dr. Riven Mias-
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the
goddess- Dr. Riven Mias- 1755)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5 - 17.57 ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei )
(Mars Base - arboretum Garden - ACOUNS ACMO? LT JG? Ariel Trei - 17.57)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5 - 18.01 EO Ensign Scott Matrix)
(Mars Base - Arboretum Garden ? EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 18.01)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 18:02) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
(reply Sy, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (5-1803)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1803)
(Reply: Any, Alaya's turn)
DAY 20
- ILLUMINARRPG: (20-1848, 1902)- Kai Hetel Krevi and CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal
(USS Illuminar - Sickbay - Kai Hetel Krevi and CO- Lieutenant Commander
Sekal ? 1848)
(USS Illuminar - Outside Sickbay - Lieutenant Commander Sekal ? 1902)
(Reply: Commodore Remae, any)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (20, 1903) SPC Luma'lenai
(USS Illuminar - Outside Sickbay - SPC Luma'lenai ? 1903)
(Reply Sekal, Remae, any)
DAY 21
- ILLUMINARRPG: (21, 0959) CMO Lt. J.G. Quinna Solice
(USS Hillary -- Flight Deck -- CMO Lt. J.G. Quinna Solice -- 0959)
UNKNOWN DAY
- ILLUMINARRPG: Santiago Torres
- ILLUMINARRPG: =?utf-8?b?KDQsIDEzMjIgJiAxNzU5KSBBQ0VPIEVucyhzZykg?= =?utf-8?q?Vex=E2=80=99ahlia_Jordaan?=
(Posted by Jono Bradley - Vex)
- ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1245 & 1248) 2O, Cmdr Carson Peters & Lt Vex'ahlia Jordaan
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1- 0915)- Federation Ambassadors at Large-- Dr. Riven Mias and Michaela Kirien-Mias-- Vice-Admiral Saleke
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 03:06:12 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(Utopia Planitia-- Administrative Complex-- Federation Ambassadors at
Large-- Dr. Riven Mias and Michaela Kirien-Mias-- Vice-Admiral Saleke- 0915)
Riven hadn't had time to rebraid his hair so it was tied back with a piece
of leather lacing at the level of his neck and cascaded from there down his
back.
The aide set aside her mug of steaming tea as he and Michaela entered the
office. Her copper colored hair was an unusual shade which Riven rightly
assumed was not its natural color and her eyes were a piercing green.
"Good morning. How may I help you?"
Michaella was dressed in a comfortable dark violet robe with silver trim.
Her dark hair was in a simple french braid and at the base of her neck she
wore a silver and diamond studded crescent moon pendant, ornate, old and
expensive. It was one of her House's jewels. On her feet she wore darker,
midnight violet kid leather boots with a slight heel. She had her fingers
twined with Riven's. "Ambassador Riven Mias, Ambassador at Large for
Betazed and his Lady, Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias of the Eighth House of
Betazed."
Their yeoman Kiella spoke, peeking her curly haired unjoined trill self out
from behind the two. "They have an appointment. "
The human assistant smiled. "Of course! I'm sorry but you were not expected
so early. Just a moment."
She contacted the Admiral's office. "Dr. Riven Mias and his wife Michaela
to see you sir."
The answer was only a few seconds in coming as the door to the office
opened and Saleke stood framed by the doorway. He nodded to the two.
"Please come in?," then stepped aside as they entered. The yeoman remained
outside.
The two entered and as the door shut, Michaella separated from her spouse
for a moment, "Saleke, you look well. I understand that your son has done
well and has brought great honor to both Starfleet and your house." Her own
twin daughters had done well, but Sekal had surpassed the greatest
expectations. "Do you and your Lady have plans for a second child
perhaps?" She lightly teased her Vulcan friend.
Saleke had moved to the desk and motioned to two chairs without advancing
on his own. He would not sit before them. He gave the Vulcan salute before
answering.
"Peace and long life. It has indeed been a number of years Lady
Kirien-Mias. Sixteen years, eight months and three days to be exact." At
her question he raised a brow. "Short of artificial means I assure you
everything that can be done is being done however the odds for a second
child are growing longer with the passing of time. As for Sekal." He paused
for a moment before answering. "His accomplishments were not unexpected
although the swift nature of them was unforeseen. Your comments are
appreciated." He then looked at Riven who was positively beaming.
"An Admiral now Saleke! This is a day to remember. The last time I saw you
was not long after you had promoted me to Lieutenant Commander and you were
the Captain of the Hades." He gave a loud chuckle. "My how time flies." His
eyes flicked about the room again, still not seeing it. "Where have you
hidden it?"
"Hidden what Doctor Mias?"
Riven grinned. "Don't play coy with me Saleke, you never set up shop
anywhere without that crystal. You had it on the desk with you wherever you
went which is why I had an engineer make the display base for it. And on
top of that it saved your life when the bomb exploded."
Saleke nodded. "You speak of the Anelurian Crystal of course. Sekal has it
on the Illuminar."
"Ah! I'm sure there is a story behind that?" Riven prodded pointedly.
Saleke cocked his head. The mind-healer it seemed was not going to be
satisfied without an answer. "On the eve he left for StarFleet I gifted the
crystal and base to him so that it could return with him to the fleet. It
was only logical."
Riven gave him an intense look for an instant before a huge smile split his
face causing another raised eyebrow from Saleke.
"It appears you find humor in this."
Riven guffawed. "Admit it old friend you sent it back to StarFleet because
you're sentimental. You brought it with you so your son had to as well
because that's where it belonged. Tell me I'm wrong."
"What you define as sentiment was a logical conclusion as I have already
noted Doctor."
Riven had to choke back the laughter while his stomach muscles positively
quivered under the strain. His face was red from holding it in and his eyes
were watering. He finally choked out. "Whatever you say Saleke. I'm sure
emotion never factored into your decision."
Saleke nodded. "You are correct. Would you both be seated please?"
Riven collapsed into a chair and began howling with laughter as Saleke
looked on quizzically.
Saleke shook his head at Riven's comportment. "The crystal was also
necessary for the research that brought the new crystal drive to the fleet."
Riven coughed out another laugh then sobered up as he wiped the tears from
his eyes. "New crystal drive? You mean a new warp drive? The Anelurian
Crystal has replaced dilithium? And Sekal cracked it? By the goddess no
wonder he rose so far so fast! You labored over that research for decades."
The mind-healer had been following the Vulcan's nods at each point to draw
the next conclusion. "I'm looking forward to delving into this new warp
drive of yours. Is it being integrated into all the new ships?"
"Only on specific classes for now although the initial ships of a class
will have it in order to prove its capabilities. It will take some time to
acquire enough crystals to retrofit the entire fleet. There is also the
issue of its rarity as it is much scarcer than dilithium. The opportunity
to oversee the development of the technologies around it and safeguard
Luma'Lenai were the impetus for my return to StarFleet."
He looked from Riven to Michaela. "I trust your children are doing well?"
Saleke was well aware that the twins were her pride and joy.
Michaella looked between her mate and his good friend and was amused by the
banter. "Elizabeth is, as always, John Wilson's child. She has been
assisting with the redesign and refit of engines for the fleet. Gabriella
is enjoying motherhood and hoping to provide us with our first grandchild
early in the coming year. She was working with the Trill. And as you have
mentioned Luma'lenai, the Betazoid government has asked us to interview her
and record some of her vast history and cultural data."
::And you should not tease him so. At least you only are so disrespectful
in private.:: Well acquainted with her mate's notion of humor, she directed
the shaft of thought quickly to Riven, so as to not be rude.
"Can I ask how Sekal is handling having Luma aboard his ship? From what I
understand she communicates in a unique way and is very emotional. "
Michaella was indeed very curious. She glanced over at Riven, "I am sure
you know the secondary reason we are here."
Saleke nodded. "You are not aware of course that a new and upgraded version
of the computer system aboard the Illuminar was designed by Sekal
specifically to make use of Luma's considerable abilities. While he has not
mentioned her specifically in his reports he had already formed a bond with
her by being her initial and temporary mind bondmate. I have no reason to
believe that there have been any issues arising from her presence on the
ship. Indeed it is her presence that makes Illuminar the ship she is."
He then looked between the two. "The mission you have been called upon for
will be an important one for the Federation as it includes an influx of new
settlers to our space and the final briefing has not yet been completed.
All I may say at the moment is that it will be a diplomatic mission to
integrate a new species onto a sparsely settled colony world and the
current colonists would like the assurance of an amicable coexistence."
Michaella nodded, "Not our first rodeo. These things never follow the plan.
Will any other Starfleet Ambassadors be assigned? Generally a second
ambassador from a different cultural perspective is useful." She looked
around his office, "And I was wondering, " in a complete betazoid
nonsequitor, what is the deal with the animal population on this base?
Riven has already adopted a kitten. Or she has adopted him."
Michaella was ready to get to work. If Saleke would tell them nothing more,
there was other work to get done. And much more pleasant and pleasurable
pursuits.
Saleke shrugged and leaned back. "There were a great many animals left here
when the base was abandoned. While Lieutenant Verin was resurrecting the
arboretum she also presided over the rounding up of all of the strays that
she was able. Many of them have already found homes and the others have
been well cared for with limitations placed on their propagation so they
will not overrun the base. They have been well treated and are very
affectionate I have been told. Sekal also adopted a cat while here."
Riven, having been warned by Michaella to take it easy on Saleke firmly
kept his mouth closed at the news of a Vulcan adopting a terran feline as
he had just done. Instead he just gave Saleke a knowing smile.
::Riven.:: She growled in typical female.
::What? I haven't said anything.:: His mental tone was all innocence. ::You
never said I couldn't smile and if you keep this up you're going to have me
laughing again.:: He turned his beaming smile on her instead.
::that was not a smile, that was a smirk. And make yourself useful and ask
after Lt. Verin.::
::Guilty as charged woman.::
He dropped the smirk and turned his attention back to Saleke. "What is the
official report on Lieutenant Verin if you would be so kind? She was the
reason I was sent for in the first place."
The Admiral nodded gravely. "Lieutenant Verin has undergone a number of
trying circumstances, the last being inflicted on her by Q. She was gifted
with some unaccustomed abities. There have been no official reports by the
medical department beyond that but it is logical to assume the situation
was traumatic as a number of the crew reported it to be overwhelming."
Riven scowled at hearing that. "You mean THE Q?"
"Indeed doctor."
Riven stood to his feet. "On top of everything else she has gone through?
By the goddess! There's no telling what that reprobate put her through.
What time is the Illuminar scheduled to arrive?"
"Approximately 1800 hours. It will take at least two for everyone to
disembark."
Riven wasn't smiling for the moment. "I need two things from you. One? I
need her down here so I can evaluate her as soon as possible and two? I
need you to set me up a counseling room and office in the medical center
immediately. Are there going to be any issues with those two requests?"
Saleke cocked his head. "For what purpose do you need to see her? As an
officer in StarFleet I will not order her to report in without due cause."
Riven leaned over the desk with his fists planted on it, not
confrontational but determined. "To insure that when she next leaves Mars
she is fit to carry out her assigned duties Saleke. There are some things
you haven't been apprised of officially that I was told of by one of the
ship's counselors. I'm not going to state them here as it would go on her
official record but she needs treatment."
It wasn't long before the Admiral nodded. "I will send orders then for her
to report to you. Officially it will be for followup to the Q incident. I
will also have a place set aside for you at medical. Is there anything
else?"
Riven shook his head, his smile had returned at the trust Saleke was
showing him. Officially he could have demanded the information. "No that
will be it. Thank you Saleke. I will be back to visit. Right now I have
important things to do."
Saleke nodded. "I trust that you shall. I will see you both at the briefing
at the very least. Perhaps you will also have dinner with us while you are
here. T'Kess will be here the day after tomorrow."
Michaella brightened at that. "I am so pleased that she will be here. Maybe
we can go shopping over on Earth?" Only the irrepressible Michaella would
want to go on a girl's day out with the most prominent Vulcan diplomat
since Sarek.
Saleke quirked an eyebrow. "I am certain that she will welcome the
opportunity while you are here." While T'Kess was unfailingly logical she
was also female and all that the connotation carried with it.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven, Saleke)
And Melinda G (Michaella)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: ILLUMINARNRPG: (1, 1000)
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 22:23:07 +0000
Mission : Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(Carl Sagan Shuttle ? Mars Colony. Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
Keung Lee had checked in the Mars City Station?s hotel and decided to go on a guided tour of Mars. This was the first time that Keung had stepped foot on the planet. Back in his time, Keung enjoyed visiting places of historical interests. After all he was a former history teacher. When he was selected for the experimental orbital mission, his interest peaked with the idea of exploring space especially Mars. He had science fiction stories about Mars including his favourite books ?War of the Worlds? by H G Wells and ?The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. He recalled the last part of the book when the main character directed his children to look at the reflective surface of the water. He said ?Look children. You are the Martians?.
As Keung settled in his seat on the tourist shuttle, the theme tune to the musical ?War of the Worlds? rang through his mind. There nine other tourists on board the ship and only three were human. Everyone had a window view.
The shuttle lifted off for the two hour flight. Standing up at the front of the cabin was the tour guide who picked up a headset
?Good morning everyone. Welcome aboard the Carl Sagan for the tour of Mars. My name is Sandra your tour guide. You going to experience two hours of a wonderful time If you got any questions, do free to ask. How many of you been to Mars>?
Keung noticed nobody indicated them have
?That?s wonderful. Let me start by giving you some basic information about Mars especially for those of you who unfamiliar with the Sol system. Mars is the fourth planet of the Sol System, and the location of the Utopia Planitia Shipyards, Starfleet's primary starship construction and repair facility. It has two asteroid-like moons which are
?Phobos and Deimos! ? Keung heard one of the tourists.
?Yes that?s right!? smiled Sandra. ?Mars is the fourth planet from the Sun. The name, Mars comes from Earth?s mythology of a race known as Romans. They named the planet of their god of war. Earth people nicknamed Mars as the ?red planet. Can anyone guess why it is called the red planet.?
Keung turned round to see a woman lifting her hand ?Is it because of the effect of the iron oxide which was on the surface before it was terraformed.?
Sandra giggled and gave a little clap. ?You?re quite right. That because from Earth at one time, people using a telescope can see Mars which give it a reddish appearance. Before the invention of the telescope, humans discovered Mars in the night sky. This planet was explored by unmanned non wrap spacecraft in the twenty-two years that followed the launch of Sputnik in 1957. I tell you something?the journey time took an average of 41 days from Earth to Mars as opposed to eight minutes now at warp 1.?
Sandra turned to the monitor behind her and the screen displayed a montage of various spacecraft, some of them Keung recognised from his own history.
Sandra continued ?In 1997, the NASA rover Sojourner became the first vehicle of its type to explore Mars; the location later became a Mars Heritage Site. Which we will overfly in a few minutes. The Martian colonies were established in 2103, while late on the Utopia Planitia Shipyards became one of the most important construction sites of Starfleet starships.?
The screen changed to views of three astronauts. ?let me tell you a story. By 2032, a manned Mars program existed. That year, the Ares IV mission took place under the command of Lieutenant John Kelly. Rose Kumagawa and Andrei Novakovich? Sandra pointed to the images on the screen. ?They went down to the surface to study various aspects, such as an underground lava flow. Kelly however along with the command module in which he was orbiting the planet, was engulfed by a graviton ellipse while the other two crewmembers were stranded on the planet's surface. A rescue ship arrived two weeks later. The Martian colonies were established in 2103 although there had been pioneering settlements before then. Mars was the first planet to be terraformed by Humans. Colonists originally dwelt within domed cities?
Keung felt the lean in the shuttle movement ?Oh look below.? Said Sandra, who suddenly got excited. ?That the Daystrom Institute of Advanced Robotics. Named after Doctor Richard Daystron..?
?Wasn?t he one who invented the duotronic computer?? said someone. Keung was too focused on looking at the white infrastructure of the Daystrom institute.
?Wow. We do have some knowledgeable people here.? Laughed Sandra. ?Unfortunately they not open to the public except to invited scientists and Starfleet personnel.? She glanced with a knowing look at Keung. Keung reckoned that she must checked on the tourist?s details when they came on board. ?We going to land at the Carl Sagan Memorial Station?the shuttle was named after Carl Sagan. Does anyone know he was??
This one Keung knew. ?Yes. I do. Carl Sagan was a twentieth century American astronomer and cosmologist and a bestselling author. He was responsible for spending physical messages into space that could be understood by any extra-terrestrial intelligence?.[<https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Sagan#cite_note-surftemp-3>
The shuttle landed on the surface. ?This way everyone please.? Sharon led everyone off the shuttle to a monument.
Keung could see the Carl Sagan Memorial Station with a pedestal. On top of the pedestal was the statue of Carl Sagan.
?This was the spot where the American space agency NASA?s Mars rover Sojourner was launched in the late 20th century. It came to rest on the surface after its mission of exploration. The monument was created by the Mars Historical Preservation Society, and this has been classified as Mars Heritage Site?
Keung walked over to the base of the Monument to read a plaque dedicated to Carl Sagan
MARS HERITAGE SITE
CARL SAGAN
MEMORIAL STATION
FIRST ROVER ON MARS
JULY 4, 1997
MARS HISTORICAL PRESERVATION SOCIETY
"WHATEVER THE REASON YOU'RE ON MARS I'M GLAD YOU'RE THERE, AND I WISH I WAS WITH YOU." ? CARL SAGAN
?Well gentlebeings. We have a rest break. There is a caf? and giftshop over there.? Invited Sandra. ?Please return to the shuttle in 30 minutes. Thank you.?
(no reply)
(posted by John)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1035) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2020 09:30:42 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day:1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(DS9 -- 2nd story Promenade -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1035)
After a few days working on medical reports, Quinna left the confines of
her office and quarters and headed for deep space nine. She strolled along
the upper level of the Promenade. She stopped at the window with the view
of the wormhole.
In the background, Quinna could hear a little girl, ?Mommy, mommy, I want
to see the hole, mommy, I want to see the hole.? Quinna could hear the
little feet running up to the same area where she was standing. She turned
to see the girl so she could move over. No one was around. No little girl
that is. There were plenty of people but no little girl.
?You are tired, Quinna.? She had said to herself. She turned back to the
viewport in hopes to see the wormhole open. She pulled on her hair and her
peripheral vision spotted the top of a blond braid.
Looking down, there was nothing there. Quinna closed her eyes.
?They say that if you make a wish when the celestial temple opens, if you
make a wish, then it will come true.? momentary pause, ?Look. Make your
wish.?
Quinna opened her eyes again and the wormhole indeed opened. She made her
wish and turned to the mysterious man?s voice. A sudden chill went through
her spine as there was no one behind Quinna?s back. She turned and walked
away. She went into Quarks. She moved straight to the bar, had a seat,
and ordered anything that was not sythonol.
(I am open to anyone who wants to join Quinna)
(Played by Kris)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1125) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 19:09:28 -0600
NRPG: I forgot about Quinna. Good thing when I did a search, no one
needed any replies from me.
Mission: Decompression
Day:1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(Quarks -- Deep Space 9 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1125)
When the bartender returned with a tall glass of chocolate milk. ?What
the?? Quinna said, but the Ferengi behind the bar just shook his head and
walked away. Quinna looked at the brown liquid. It brought back some fond
memories of her childhood.
?Too bad we do not have a couch to sit behind.? The mysterious male voice
said behind her.
Quinna went wide-eyed and slowly turned to see her surprise. A huge smile
spread across her face as she recognized the eyes of a boy she once knew.
She jumped out of her seat and into Ander?s arms. They hug for a long
time.
?It has been a long time, Quinna. You look like your mom.? Anders said as
they sat down at the bar. Both with a glass of chocolate milk.
The two had childhood friends. Both of their fathers served on the same
ship as doctors. Both lost their fathers when the ship went missing.
?Look at us all grown up. You look amazing.? And he did. ?What have you
been up to?? Quinna asked.
?I am the lead Bajorian doctor on the station. I see you also followed in
your father?s footsteps,? Ander commented.
?Yeah. I am the chief medical officer on the Illuminar.? Quinna was
reminiscent.
?Why did you disappear?? Ander asked. ?My Uncle and I would send messages
to you, but they went unanswered.?
?We were little when it all happened. I was sent to my Grandmother?s place
and well after the incident, she became anti-Starfleet.? Quinna informed.
?Look, I want to spend some time with you while you are here. I have to
report to the infirmary for my shift.? Ander Said
?When you get off, why not come and meet me on the Illuminar. I can make
us something to eat and we can get to know each other again.? She proposed.
?I look forward to it.? He leaned over and gave Quinna a kiss on the cheek
and left.
(replies if anyone wants)
(Played by Kris)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1323) SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2020 19:18:56 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? SPC Science officer Ens Celiste Winters -
13:23)
"Yes and absolutely. Please have a seat. I've been on my own here and
really feeling a bit lost. I could use a friend." He started.
A bright smile had the girl sitting down across from him. She tucked the
duffel under the table and leaned forward a little bit in interest. Her
Mother had been a Counselor for most of her career, and growing up on
Betazed gave her great interpersonal skills.
"My tour was brief aboard the Illiminar...fresh out of the Academy...still
don't know which end is up as they say." Scott replied.
"Was? You aren't sure that you will continue there? Why?" He was lonely,
that was true, "As for not knowing what end is up, I assure you that I just
spent the last several days aboard the Republic who is the size of a great
floating space city, really. I don't know much about the Illuminar, I was
just absolutely thrilled to be leaving Mars to be assigned to a space ship."
"Not sure...I haven't seen any new orders as yet. I'm just hoping I don't
get waste extraction duty on whatever ship or station I get assigned to."
he laughed. "Went through the Academy right...should get the 'choice
assignments.'
She laughed at that, "We all did, and they are all the choice assignments.
Just at times the scut work needs to get done and it's a sign of a good
work ethic that you are willing to do them? That's the kind of thing that
they look for in promotions."
"Where are you off to?" he asked. "Do you know what ship you're being
assigned to?"
"Science Officer aboard the Illuminar. I've got some great skills with
plants, research and animals. I heard the Illuminar had a lot of people
aboard with animals and that they needed someone who could care for them.
I'm sure that there are other people out there who have my skill set, but I
was super glad to be going aboard."
"Ensign Celiste Winters. And you are? Besides cute and lonely."
(reply Scott)
"I have leave for the next few days before I need to report in to the
Illuminar. I had my belongings sent over, and am just carrying a few things
before I go over. I had no leave between the Academy and Mars and here, so
I've been due for a bit of it." She was lovely, well spoken and fun. "I
heard all about the current class that are making up everyone on the Exeter
and the Illuminar though. Everyone gets compared to the golden group, but
really everyone is needed in Starfleet. I decided to attend the Academy
because my Mother and Father were both Officers. Well, they are again.
They got enlisted and promotions. Mom's the Admiral in charge of 'Logistics
and Personnel' and Dad's her Captain and assistant. But vefore they came
back they taught me and my siblings a lot about Starfleet, the values of it
and how awesome being an explorer are."
(reply)
"And what were your motivations to join? Was it family expectations? I get
that most of the current admissions are legacy."
(Reply)
"What can you tell me about the Illuminar's command crew? I was told in the
orders to report in to a Carson Peters and that my immediate boss is a
Jaton Alyl? Do you know either of them?"
(reply Scott, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1330) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 18:14:54 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? SPC Science Officewr Ensign Celiste Winters
- 13:30)
Celiste listened in fascination as he talked about his recent tour. But he
seemed to be a little bit down on himself for some reason. She was not
sure that she understood why, but she was determined to cheer him up a bit.
"What ship did your Father run?" She asked curiously. "My Mother ran the
Mystique back during the Civil War. She said that it changed her as a
person to become a Captain. She was a Counselor for most of her career.
She loved the one on one time with the crew, with helping them. I guess
that is what you get for being a Betazoid, we are all as nosy as anything.
And utterly fearless when approaching strangers."
She grinned tucking her strawberry hair behind one delicately pointed
vulcan ear. She took a good look around the cafe and laughed.
"Hey, so I need to go get transient quarters. Would you like to escort me?
I know that I could report into the Illuminar now but it's my leave, ya
know? Going on ship would be defeating it even if I could save some
latinum." She kept one foot on her bag.
"I heard that the Illuminar is pretty special as a ship, and I know that
being assigned there is a priviledge that I should be grateful for. My
Mother promises that she had nothing to do with it, but really why would
they need a botanist with a specialization in roses around the Federation
worlds? My Mom said I would understand when I got there."
She stood up, grabbed her bag and offered her hand to Scott. "Come explore
this new place with me Scott?" Her grin was infectious and quite playful.
(reply Matrix, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 17:05) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 22:46:16 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 17:05)
Jaton had had a busy day and after last night's disaster, he needed a
drink. After walking through the recreation area for a while, he found
himself in the Red Sands, for the first time since he was assigned to the
Illuminar. He smiled as he took in the familiar sights, sounds, and smells.
"It's good to be back," he said to no one in particular.
Santiago was in his usual spot behind the bar and Jaton waved to him. He
then walked over and took a seat at the bar.
"Trill fire wine, por favor, Santiago."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1800) Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 20:05:12 -0500
Mission: Crossover
Day 1
Stardate 2445.09.21
(Deep Space 9 ? Quarks Bar ? Operations Ensign Dieter Gregory- 1800)
Docking at DS9 was a blessing.It gave Deter time to meet with Murdok and
Lieutenant Johnson to review the data that he had generated while on
Bajor.Perhaps with some input from the science team, there was a paper
to be published.Johnson was especially excited about that possibility.
Mid-afternoon he went by to see the Chief, who was grumbling about
Dieter?s replacement he was training.The smells, the sights were the
same as he remembered them. He liked his new position on the bridge but
missed the engineer aspect of his position on the station.After this,
they were heading back for refit, which would keep him occupied.But
tonight, it was over to Quarks, see about a game of poker with some
unwitting participants and Spring wine.
Dieter sauntered into Quarks bar, taking a seat at the end so he could
see who was coming in.?Hello Quark?Did you miss me?Has Igeba found a way
to tap into the new EPS conduits??
Quark came over, and placed two glasses in front of Dieter.?Indeed
Ensign.You were quite clever, but I am sure that Igeba will repair what
you fixed.If he wants to keep his job that is.?
?Wonderful,? Gregory replied, placing some Latium on the bar. ?I would
like a bottle of Spring Wine from the Kendra Province, Mimji?s house
from 2438, if you have it. ?
Quark made the Latium disappear before going to a cabinet under the bar
and retrieving the requested bottle.It was a beautiful light blue as
Quark poured the liquid into one of the glasses. ?And who is the luckily
lady??
?That depends Quark.That depends.?
Gregory lifted the glass and surveyed the surroundings.He was hoping it
would be a lucky night.
(Reply ? any if you want)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1808)- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 15:33:00 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(Deep Space Nine ? Promenade ? Quark's- Illuminar CO- Lieutenant Commander
Sekal - 1808)
The Vulcan had been moving through the promenade slowly while noting the
presence of officers and crew from the Exeter. He had stopped on a number
of occasions to extend his greetings. The bulk of the noise however seemed
to be coming from a bar set in a prominent position within the concourse on
the lower level so he had made his way inside.
It was a cacophony of noise, light and activity. Two Ferengi and several
humans were poised over what he believed to be a dabo table. Sure enough
one of the humans shortly stood up as he was observing and shouted in a
pleased tone. "Dabo!"
The other participants cursed as she began raking in her winnings of gold
pressed latinum. A dabo girl slid in and helped her gather in her gain as
he looked away. The sounds of her laughter and trash talk with the others
carried clearly.
There was a prominent Ferengi standing behind the bar, as he finished
filling an order he picked up a mug to clean and glanced Sekal's way... and
stopped stunned.
"A vul con in my establishment? What a pleasant surprise." The Ferengi
motioned him closer so Sekal walked up.
"What can I get for you Lieutenant Commander" Quark asked as he arrived.
"Water please."
Quark looked crestfallen for an instant but rallied quickly. "I have some
Veridian mineral water in stock, very fresh. I just received the shipment
yesterday. Not as expensive as you would think, as a matter of fact I'm
almost giving it away."
Sekal quirked an eyebrow. "I find that highly doubtful however I will have
a glass."
The Ferengi showed his teeth in a big smile. "I'll have that here before
you know it." He turned his head. "Rom bring out a flask of mineral water
quickly. The Lieutenant Commander is thirsty."
A cringing Ferengi darted from the dabo table into the back as Quark
muttered darkly. "What ship are you from Commander...."
"Sekal. From the Illuminar."
Quark smiled again. "I've heard about your ship, news travels fast here.
Three Federation starships in Bajoran space... well that is big news. It's
been a long time and it's very good for business." His smile got bigger.
"Very good for business. I heard the new starships have some updated
tech... at least that's the rumor."
Sekal knew the Ferengi was fishing for information and declined to offer
any. In time news of the new drive, upgraded weaponry and other components
would become common knowledge but for now the information was classified...
and it would stay that way.
Rom slid up behind the bar and handed a large flask to Quark who growled at
him as he took it. "What have I not told you a thousand times before about
playing the dabo tables while on duty Rom?"
Rom muttered an apology and scurried off as Quark sighed. He cracked the
flask and poured a glass.
Sekal reached for it as he held it out then drew it back. "We only take
gold pressed latinum here."
The Vulcan had taken the time to cash in federation credits earlier and
dropped a bar on the counter eliciting another smile from Quark who passed
him the glass and scooped up the currency.
He put the glass to his lips and took a sip. It was surprisingly
refreshing. "This will do."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
Quark turned as another customer walked up and Sekal began moving toward
someone who had just walked in.
"Doctor Methor." He gave him the Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life. How
are your researches proceeding?"
(Reply: Dural)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1910)CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 15:00:13 -0600
mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Conference Room- COM Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1910)
Here we are. Back at Mars. Back where it all began. Our beginning, post
cadet training. Everyone came a long way. Today, deserved promotions were
happening.
First up was Ariel. Quinna beamed in pride when Ariel was promoted to Lt.
J.G. She had done some stepping by taking over sickbay when Quinna was on
Bajor with the Kai.
When Trei came back to her seat, Quinna leaned over and whispered,
?Congratulations. It is well deserved and quite overdue.?
Then after a few minutes, It was Quinna?s turn.
"Lieutenant Quinna Solice is hereby promoted to full Lieutenant. Lieutenant
Solice please step forward."
She was honored to receive the promotion. She made her way to the commander.
He removed the empty pip and replaced it with the full one then shook her
hand. "Congratulations Lieutenant."
?Thank-you, sir.? Quinna replies as she took the commander?s hand and
shook it.
Going back to her seat, she became part of the background as others took
their spot on the promotion stand.
When it was all over, Quinna looked as Ariel approached. "So Quinna. Are
you up for some dress shopping for the wedding?"
?Wedding?? Quinna said as she had forgotten something. ?Ummm, yeah, it
sounds like fun.?
(Reply, Trei)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 1915) ACO Lt(jg) Dieter Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 15:12:25 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar- Deck 1- Conference Room- Ensign Dieter Gregory- 1915)
Gregory arrived at the conference room for the promotion ceremony.He was
not expecting anything, since he?d only been on the ship for a short
time.It was definitely a memorable time though.And on the trip back to
Utopia Planitia space docks had given the engineering crew time to
finish the repairs on Transporter room 3.Everything looked in order, but
the engineers of UP could give it a once over.
He knew the ship was going to undergo some upgrades, as the various
paperwork has gone through the Operations department.While most of the
crew would be on break for a week, the operations department would be
busy reviewing the changes and making sure everything was ship shape and
Bristol fashion.
He clapped as each of the officers received promotions.He?d not worked
with many of them yet, but it was always good to see your fellows
receive recognition for a job well done.
The Captain picked up the fourth box, "Ensign Dieter Gregory is hereby
promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and Assistant Chief of Operations.
Lieutenant Gregory please step forward."
Gregory was surprised as someone poked him in the side.He stood up and
stepped up to the Captain.
?Sir,? he said as the Sekal pinned the pip onto his uniform.Lieutenant
JG and Assistant Chief of Operations.
?Congratulations Lieutenant.?
?Thank you, sir, I am chuffed.I?ll not let you down,? he replied as he
saluted the Captain, before returning to his seat.
One of the officers in Operations whispered in his ear, ?Drinks are on
you, Lieutenant.?
Everyone got up and filed out of the room.?2100 hours,? Gregory said to
the Operations team.
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Officers Club - ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter
Gregory- 2100)
Gregory checked into his quarters and freshen up before heading to the
Officers club. Depending on how much time he would be able to get away,
he?s try to get some climbing in.
He headed over to the bar, ?The operations team from the Illuminar, the
tab is mine,? he said.
The woman behind the bar, ?As you say Lieutenant.Someone got some good
news??
?Indeed, I did.Can I get a pint please??
The woman served his beer, as members of Operations started to filter
into the club.They quickly took over several tables by the window,
staring out into space.
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Visiting Officers Quarters - ACO Lieutenant (jg)
Dieter Gregory- 2330)
Gregory walked back to his quarters.The party had broken up just after
2315.Everyone talked about their plans for shore leave and what they
would do at Mars.Sounded like a lot of interesting adventures the team
would have.
He would appreciate some time off as well.Perhaps he could work on
finishing SPOTS before the Illuminar was off on its next adventure.
Entering his quarters, he walked into the small head and took a sonic
shower before getting into bed.Drifting off to sleep, he thought of the
chores for tomorrow.
Opening his eyes suddenly, he looked up to see the tall, gaunt Bajoran
standing over him.?It is happening again.?
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 19.15 ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 16:29:16 +0000 (UTC)
Mission : Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar - Conference Room - ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei - 19.15)
"It is my understanding that Steve Hammons and Alaya Ravenstone are getting married in 5 days. The formal initiation has not been sent yet but I understand it will be a traditional Betazoid ceremony. Since I am not in the wedding party I don't know if I am required to attend naked or not. The wedding party will certainly be naked. I would like to try on a few dresses in case I need to wear one. It will be fun to try on dresses together."
She looked at her response to see if there was any shock or embarrassment at the Betazoid tradition. She thought there might be.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1947)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 04:08:10 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons -
1947)
Alaya was due back any moment from the meeting and they would be packing
some clothing to take down to the base. General housing had been out of the
question so they had asked for and received quarters in the science complex
after learning that Dr. Mias and his wife were staying there. They also had
the added benefit going for them that the CO was the former ringleader of
the science annex and his father was over research and development. It was
the perfect setup. Why then was Steven's stomach turning over? It had
nothing to do with the upcoming marriage, he loved Alaya, was very
possessive of her and intended that she be his wife forever. No it wasn't
the marriage that was making him queasy, it was the ceremony!
A full fledged, dyed in the wool Betazed wedding ceremony presided over by
the mind healer/priest/ambassador Riven Mias and catered by chef Edwin
Glasmaker. The high point was there would be no need for a shopping trip to
procure special garments for the wedding. That was also the issue that had
his tummy doing flip flops. They didn't need special clothing because damn
it they wouldn't be wearing any! None, nada, nil, zilch, zero! They would
walk out for the ceremony in their birthday suits!
"Who the hell came up with this ridiculous idea anyway?" He muttered. Where
in Betazed's past had they decided that the bride and groom be wed naked?
He took a deep breath to steady himself. The ceremony was five days away,
Hammons was physically fit and had nothing to be ashamed of... except for
all of the snickering people would be doing under their breaths. He had
never been afraid of being laughed at and had done it quite often to
himself but this... this was extreme.
He shook his head. "No cold feet here Steven, you just have to ride it out
for a scant few hours followed by a lifetime of jokes at your expense but
it will be worth it."
And there was one last thing to do. He lifted his voice.
"Computer activate."
The monitor slid up followed by [[Working]].
"This message to be relayed to all ship personnel."
=^= Luma heard the Hammons. What does the Hammons wish this one to send to
the little ones?=^=
Steven wiped the sweat from his forehead then picked up the padd he had
been wrestling with for the last hour and started speaking.
"Hello all. You are hereby formally invited to the wedding of Steven
Hammons and Alaya Ravenstone. The wedding will be officiated over by Doctor
Riven Mias and take place on the first day of the tenth month in the year
twenty four, forty five which is five days from now. The wedding will be
done in a traditional Betazed ceremony in the arboretum at the base."
His voice broke for an instant and he paused before continuing.
"The time for the ceremony will be eighteen hundred hours and there will be
refreshments and food served afterward. Please inform us of your intentions
so that we can look forward to greeting you."
He paused again. "Stop. That will be all Luma."
There was a shrill sound from the speakers which sounded like a squeal!
=^= Luma is so happy! The Vex will take Luma to the ceremony so that this
one can be present! =^=
"It wouldn't be the same without you Luma. Have you sent the invitation?"
=^= Yes! This one has sent the message to all of the little ones aboard the
ship and the Saleke as well!=^=
Steven groaned. Not just to the crew of the ship but a damn admiral too! It
just kept getting better the deeper he dug himself!
His voice was resigned. "Thank you Luma. We will be leaving the ship pretty
soon for leave. Have fun on your downtime."
(RSVP all please) :)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1 ,19:49 - SPC - Sec Ens. Penny Mc Taggard )
From: norinlon at aol.com (norinlon)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 19:01:55 +0000
Mission : Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
( Mars Base - Cargo area - Sec Ens. Penny Mc Taggard - 19:49 )
Penny was rather baffled by the message she had received. Her Grandmother had sent her something. But for some reason it had not been transferred to the Illuminar. Instead it had been put in customs high security lockdown on Mars. Due to special circumstances.
Entering the Cargo area she walked up to the main reception desk. The officer in charge asked her all the usual questions. As Penny placed her hand on a sensor pad. Was it her imagination or did the officer do a double take?
? Ens. Penny Mc Taggard Security Officer USS Illuminar. I believe you have a package for me?? She asked.
The officer just looked at her opened mouthed.
? Hello?? Penny said
The officer just stood there looking at her.
? Are yer ken? ? Penny said waving her hands before their eyes.
The officer blinked and press a switch.
? She?s come for it.? They said.
=/\=? Thank the prophets! ? =/\= said the voice over the comm.
Penny looked at the desk officer. Who seemed to be processing her details. So fast it was as if they were scared she would change her mind.
? There you go all done. It?s been beamed to your allocated quarters here on the base.? They said.
? Can?t I take it here now?? Penny asked
? NO! ? The Officer said turning white.
? Sorry.? Penny said.
As she left the area. She could see some members of the Mars custom staff watching her. Was it her imagination or did they all have little bites over their fingers. Plus once she left Penny could swear she heard cheering.
TBC
( Reply, Any )
( Posted by:- Norman ?)
?Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.? :- J K Rowling
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 1, 2010) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 23:28:13 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone -
2010)
Alaya swept into their quarters, tired. Oh so tired. She had raced to find
Sy and talk to her after the meeting. Then she had heard that Steven had
sent the invitation out.
She was happy, she was more than happy. Elated. Had Steven talked to her
adopted earth parents? She could just imagine her Dad's response.
Her bag was already packed, her favorite shawl was atop and her boots and
blades were on the bed, along with a dark blue catsuit that left nothing to
the imagination. He was dressing her again. This made her so happy. It was
something new and something that she liked.
"Sorry, I had to go find Sienna. She is not doing well and is pretty mad. I
think I got it straightened out." Alaya sat in Steven's lap. "Riven is
going to meet with her and help fix all the broken parts. At least make a
good start. I imagine that he is going to have me sit in on the sessions
and.. wherever it is. I think you should be there. I can defend us if
necessary but nothing ever goes according to plan and I am probably worried
over nothing." She stared into his eyes.
"I love you Steven Hammons and I am so, so glad you are such a courageous
and amazing man. Let us go down to base." She glanced at the clothing on
the bed. "After I change."
(Reply Hammons iyw)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1-2015)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 14:48:47 -0600
NRPG: Yep! We are headed to the Red Sands on day 2 to mingle. Next post.
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar - Deck 3, Personal quarters - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons -
2015)
"Sorry, I had to go find Sienna. She is not doing well and is pretty mad. I
think I got it straightened out."
He gave his customary grin as she plopped into his lap.
"Riven is going to meet with her and help fix all the broken parts. At
least make a good start. I imagine that he is going to have me sit in on
the sessions and.. wherever it is. I think you should be there. I can
defend us if necessary but nothing ever goes according to plan and I am
probably worried over nothing."
He returned her look with gusto. In less than a week ske would be all his.
"I love you Steven Hammons and I am so, so glad you are such a courageous
and amazing man. Let us go down to base." She glanced away. "After I
change."
"You do that." He gave her rump a gentle slap as she got up. "We are
checking in at the Casa Del Scientifico tonight then getting some dinner at
a little place I know on the base. And tomorrow it's dinner, dancing and
drinks at the Red Sands tavern. So get a move on woman before my appetite
overrides my good nature."
He couldn't help laughing helplessly as she jumped for a pillow to throw at
him.
(Reply: Alaya)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 1, 2035/2120) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin & COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 10:41:07 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(USS Illuminar- FO's Quarters- FO- Lieutenant Sienna Williams-Verin &
COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 2035)
Sy paced her quarters about an hour later, finishing up the verbal
voicemail message that she was sending to her parents. Keeping it short and
simple. She had some things to take care of at Mars base, and would be
delayed by several days. She would make it home as soon as she could, and
if that was not going to be possible, she would send them a message as
quickly as she could to keep them aware. As she finished the message she
realized how much she missed her family, and the familiar pang of home and
hearth sickness went through her. Dang it, she had been looking forward to
this since Taya's demise. It really was not fair. She had her ragdoll
siamese cat, Kenna's, carrier out and Kenna of course was not cooperating.
Kenna did not like travel, and Sienna was getting fed up with her antics,
which of course was Kenna's intentions. Sy and the cat were empathic with
each other and the cat had her own opinions. One of which was that she
vastly preferred Sy's quarters to that evil, small carrier.
As Sy was reaching for the hypo-spray of calming pheromones (and a
sedative), her door rang. Kenna took the moment to flee, and Sy cried out
in frustration, dropping the hypo on her bed as she stalked to the door and
opened it...
To find her good friend Alaya there, her dark eyes concerned as the woman
took in Sy's appearance. Exhausted, lines on her face aging the young woman
beyond her years, dark shadows under her eyes. Sy's face was thinner,
paler. She still wore the long silk gloves that prevented her from sensing
any impressions from the objects around her.
"I thought that the Q powers would fade once we reached Sol?" Alaya asked,
stepping inside the spartan quarters when Sy stood aside, allowing the
Counselor inside.
"So did I." Sienna replied with a grimace. "Though Q made it very clear
that it should occur when I reached Earth. Mars, I suppose, is not Earth
although it is within Sol's system. Why are you here Alaya? Shouldn't you
be planning your wedding?"
Alaya sighed, and leaned against the wall. "I could feel that sense of
betrayal halfway across the ship Sy. So of course I came to my friend. But
you need to understand. Quinna was not involved. I asked her to come meet
me, to discuss you, but Luma did her thing and blocked the transmission, so
Quinna never did. I sent a message to my mentor.. I asked him to come meet
the ship. I even gave them a real reason to come." Alaya was rambling,
trying to get her friend to see her side.
"Them?" Sy asked, watching Kenna out of the corner of her eyes and finally
catching the darting feline, putting her in the carrier and latching the
lid. Firmly. Kenna was skilled at escaping and conning others to assist
her. The plaintive wails of the siamese began to fill the quarters. Sienna
grimaced.
Alaya handed her the hypo, which Sy sprayed onto the carrier. The wails
subsided and the feline fell asleep. Sy sat down hard on her bed, beside
the carryall that had the things that she was taking to earth. She was
still in her uniform, but she had added the Williams crest her Father had
designed for their Tiburonian adopted daughter, Rissa, and added the
protection charm that Trip had given her onto the chain, figuring that
right now her career could use all the protection she could find.
"Yeah, them. Right after we lost Taya, I saw how hard it all was for you.
The way you weren't sleeping, not eating, the stress was eating away at
you. And the thing with Ailynn Bracken, the way that the Imzadi bond was
nothing but pure pain for you. Sy, I knew that you would not want this all
to be official but Starfleet needed a reason, so the reason was the Q
debacle. I reached out to my mentor, Riven, who is a mind healer at the
Temple on Betazed. He was an honorary Starfleet Officer during the war, and
so was his wife, Michaella. They are also Ambassadors. Riven has come to
help you, and Michaella is going to work with Luma on behalf of the
Betazoid government. So, no one needs to know about the broken Imzadi bond,
or how hard being away from your twin is. No one but us. I mean the Captain
suspects, but he really respects you and well, enjoys isn't the right word,
but you understand him and he understands you and the two of you make a
great command team."
Alaya ran a hand through her blue hair. "Do you want me to come with you to
meet Riven? That's the other reason I came here, other than to explain."
Sienna gave it some thought, then shook her head, "No. No I think this is
something that I need to face on my own. Alaya, thanks for coming to
explain, and for protecting me. I know that it was against the rules..."
Alaya actually laughed.
"Yeah like I follow the rules." She grinned. "He's ... He isn't your
standard counselor. He's a Priest first, and a mind healer. He will need
to help you once the two of you meet. And he is the least intimidating
person I know. Although." Alaya grinned. "His sense of humor is rather
amusing. It will be okay Sy. Trust him. He took an eleven year old orphan
in whose telepathic ability awoke fast and hard overnight and helped her.
He was the Betazoid Ambassador on Earth and my adopted parents took me to
him. " Alaya walked over to the door and headed out, stopping and turning
once the door was open, saying loud enough for people in the hall to here,
"You WILL be at the wedding, right?"
Sienna laughed and nodded enthusiastically, once again thanking Alaya's
forethought. Gossip traveled faster on a starship than anywhere else in the
galaxy. "Absolutely!"
Alaya's laughter traveled as she exited.
Gathering her bag, her cat and her courage; Sienna Williams-Verin left her
ship and beamed back down to Mars base, to the place where it had all
began. Remembering a day a few years earlier when she had exited a shuttle
to a dilapidated, abandoned science base as a raw, recently graduated
ensign. Her twin enthusiastically behind her, and their best friend not far
behind. Oh how life changed in such a short while.
(Mars Base - Medical Annex - Counseling Suite - Illuminar FO Lt. Sienna
Williams-Verin - 2120)
Checking in at security, then traveling over to the administration building
to formally check in and get her room assignment. Someone in operations had
a sense of humor, assigning her to the suite that she and Trip had shared.
Sienna was absolutely not taking off her gloves here., Not a chance in
heck. She did not need to 'see' the memories that they had all shared
there. Too close, too soon. Too much hurt.
Letting Kenna out and keying Kenna's collar to the suite doors, she let the
cat wake up on her familiar bed and left her duffel at the base of it. The
suite had been stocked similarly to when the twins had first arrived and Sy
supposed that had been her Admiral Aunt Becky who did that. It was
something that she did, to make her family feel a bit more at home. Finally
making her way over to the medical annex to check in.
"Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin, checking in to see Dr. Mias." Sy curled her
gloved hands into fists to control the shaking and nervousness from needing
to do this. Life was truly, truly unfair. Events flashed before her eyes as
she took a seat and closed them. All her sins coming home to roost.
She didn't know how long she had waited before her name was spoken but it
felt like a lifetime to her. She stood, controlling her shaking and
nervousness. She was a Williams and a Verin. She could do anything, even
face the demons of her past.
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From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2020 19:32:25 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.21
(Deep Space 9 - Quarks Bar - 2O, Lieutenant Carson Peters & aCEO, Ens(sg) Vex?ahlia Jordaan - 2051)
Deep Space Nine. It was fairly impressive, exactly what he?d expected from the Starbase in fact. Both he and Vex had spent the last few hour walking around the available areas.
Neither of them would admit it, but it was exactly what they needed. A bit of alone time, away from the ship, away from the mission. Time together, quiet time to share their thoughts on what had happened.
Carson knew what had happened to Taya had a larger affect on Vex than it had on him. When you work in Security, there?s a level of risk that you get used to having. Vex as a creative thinker and an Engineer hadn?t signed up to Starfleet to see her colleagues strung up, stripped and tortured to within an inch of their life.
They turned the corner, holding each other?s hand and headed towards the bar which had been recommended to them a few moments earlier. They?d both spotted several of their Illuminar colleagues around the place as they?ve explored. Carson had also noticed Starfleet members of staff which he knew to be under Trip?s command on the Exeter.
The bar was already fairly full as they walked in, ?I?ll grab some drinks.? Vex said as she untangled her fingers and began walking away from him before spinning around and winking.
As she walked away Carson began looking around the room, as he did he heard a voice he recognised.
"Ire, Ailynn, Over here,"
It took a second longer than he?d have liked to identify where Trip was shouting from, but once he did he noticed that the Exeter?s CO was in discussion with Sekal and a few of his crew from the Exeter. Carson smiled and began to move around other proprietors of the bar towards them.
Vex got to the bar and ordered a few drinks for herself and Carson. Breathing carefully and reminding herself that irrationally looking for danger all the time was unsociable. A woman in a white dress, that she -sort of- recognised had reached the bar at that moment and she instantly felt underdressed.
Looking around to find Carson she noticed that he?d headed towards a group of Starfleet officers, including Sekal and Trip. She could feel the lust of... Ire? She thought his name was as he looked after the woman in the white dress.
The bar tender handed her the drinks and seemed surprised that she hadn?t tried to barter down the extraordinarily high price and headed towards the group.
Just as he reached the group, Ire was finishing a point, ?...having something the size of a battle group working out of Deep Space Nine might be able to get and hand on things Sir.?
Making his presence known he spoke up, ?This all seems far too professional a conversation to be having in a bar folks!? He said with a large smile on his face. As the others turned to see him, ?Trip, Ailynn, Ire - good to see you all again.?
(Reply all/any present)
At that moment Vex rejoined and passed him a drink, ?Thank-you.? He said as she nodded to him and began sipping her own drink.
(Reply all/any present)
(Posted by Jono Bradley - Carson Peters & Vex?ahlia Jordaan)
NRPG: Hopefully this fits in, I?m still very rusty and have been loosely searching for somewhere simple to jump in.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 21:02:17 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(The Canton Bar ? Mars Colony ? Sec PO3 Hercules Devers ? 21:00)
Five days of shore leave was just what the doctor ordered.Well, the
theoretical doctor of Devers dreams, as it were.Star Fleet, in its
efficiency organized shuttles to Mars while the Illuminar was in for
repairs.
Dressed in casual civilian clothing, Devers had sent a message to his
friend Gilbert du Motier, about his arrival.The return message said to
meet at the Canton Bar.
Once Devers arrived, he arranged for a bunk, where he dropped his stuff
off.He also put his phaser in the security lockup, no need for energy
weapons when off duty.He still carried his ASP, which was more than
enough for him, in case someone tried their luck.
Heading out from the administrative complex, Devers caught a transport
to the entertainment district.There he walked to the Canton Bar.
It was one of the more popular hangouts in the area.The d?cor of the
late 20^th century was abundant.The music was from that era as well.As
he entered the place, he scanned the bar for Gilbert.
Typical, Gilbert would be a ? hour late or so. Devers took a stool and
ordered a beer and whiskey chaser.
He threw the shot down and started to nurse his beer.Looking at the
screens above the bar, they were showing various events from around the
federation. Springball was on the main screen.Not a game he cared for.
As he finished his beer, he got a feeling and turned around.Standing
behind him was his friend in all his flamboyant glory.Same all Gilbert,
with the crazy mismatched colors, and the hat.Always the hat. Gilbert
loved the so called ?newsboy? style, and he had a collection so large he
could match any shirt to the hat.
?Hercules, friend.Welcome back to Mars.How was your cruise?? he asked as
he took a stool next to Devers.
?Usual.The grunts do the work, the officers take credit.Did get into a
couple of scrapes, and almost caught a discipline.However, all turned
out right.How about you??
?Business is good.Family is good,? Gilbert replied.?How long you in town??
?I?ve got 5 days shore leave before I turn back to a pumpkin.?
?Your timing is perfect.Just perfect.I have someone you need to meet.His
name is Caliban.He runs a fighting circuit that is in town for the
week.I bet I could get you a fight lined up, and you being an out of
towner, bet we could get some good movement on the lines.?
Devers ordered another round.The two men raised the shot glasses and
threw them back.
?Tell me more,? Devers said.?What are the fighters like.?
?He?s got a mix, a Klingon, a couple Cardassians, a Tellurite or two,
couple other races I don?t even know.I?ve been watching them, and I?m
pretty sure you could take any of them.?
?OK, get us a sit-down with the Caliban for tomorrow mid-morning and
we?ll see.?
?You got it mon ami,You won?t regret it.?
Devers laughed.?Unless it?s like that setup on Proxima minor.?
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1-2137)- FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 16:55:49 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 1
Stardate: 2445.09.27
(Mars Base - Medical Annex - Counseling Suite - Illuminar FO Lt. Sienna
Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias - 2137)
Riven had been reading to pass the time while waiting for her to report in.
It was starting to get a bit late but he knew that she would appear
eventually. No command officer would ignore orders to report if they wished
to maintain their position, he had been there himself once. The thought
made him smile a bit.
Yes his rank with StarFleet had been mostly honorary as a specialist like
himself with such close ties to his home planet would not allow him to be
away from his duties for too long. Still he was well aware of an officer's
thought process, he had immersed himself in it.
The book was enthralling but the hail was far more exciting.
=^= Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin, checking in to see Dr. Mias.=^=
He set the book on the desk, rose to his feet then made his way to the door
and stepped through. His hair had been rebraided and the chimes were in
place. The dark robe of midnight blue and gold flowed about his form as he
looked about, quickly spotting the young woman who was seated looking away
from him. She had to have been quite absorbed not to notice the sounds he
made.
He relaxed the hold on his empathic senses which worked both ways, not only
would he sense her mood but it broadcast his own powerfully. And Riven was
always in a good mood which helped him to heal others. When walking through
a crowded room everyone in it was touched by his presence. The volatile and
fearful would calm, those who were weary perked up. It was an inimical part
of him developed over a lifetime. Ships crew had been lightened when he
walked by after a difficult battle or when exhausted.
He stopped before her with a soft smile on his face and spoke in that
mesmerizing, gravelly voice.
"It's good to see you Sienna, I hope the summons wasn't too much of a shock
but it was very necessary that I see you."
Her sins played on the insides of her eyelids. The fear and hurt that Taya
had been kidnapped. The disturbance of Luma who did not handle death at
all. The elation when the woman had been recovered by SAR. The pain when
Taya's recovery was not very quickly, the fear that it was due to her
ordering attention to be focused on the Kai. Lives of crewmates she barely
knew cut too short by her orders.
And always, under it the pain of the Imzadi bond. The stretch of the twin
bond.
Sy opened her eyes and her jaw dropped and she stared. Her shields were
rock solid to block her agony from Luma, and her jaw dropped. "Uh. Who..Ah.
you are the Doctor? Are you his assistant?" Had Alaya said if her friend
was an officer? She said he had been an Officer, right?
Sy scanned his clothing quickly. Nope, that was not an official uniform by
far. Must be where Alaya got it from. Sy stood but did not offer her hand.
"Oh yes! I'm Doctor Mias but call me Riven. I'm not here officially on
behalf of Starfleet. I've climbed the ranks before and made it quite far
but I'm retired from that. I'm here because a friend told me you needed
help and giving help is what I do. Come into the office with me so we can
talk."
He turned and led the way.
She followed, wishing Alaya had given a better warning, but maybe she could
not have. Maybe he had to just be experienced. She waited for the door to
shut behind her. "I do not hurt as much here." She spoke honestly, for the
first time. "I am sorry you had to come all this way but ah, I was handling
it?" She remembered what Luma had said, that among the telepaths on her
ship the ones with a broken bond usually died if a mind healer was not
available to assist. Sy was too close to see that she was headed down that
path herself. The sleepless nights, the exhaustion of living in pain every
day and the lost weight.
He passed over her protest for now, they would get to that in a bit.
"Please have a seat, couch or a chair it doesn't matter and tell me what
you would like to drink. I'll get that while I tell you about myself." His
smile got a bit wider at the old Counselor?s routine.
Sy looked around the room with critical eyes for a moment, then picked the
floor. "Tea? Whatever you like. I am not picky." The floor at least gave
her no serious impressions. It was thoroughly cleaned often. With her silk
gloves on, she played with her necklace.
He was walking to the replicator as he spoke. "I've counseled before on
starships and done so very well but counselor is not my title in the temple
of the goddess on Betazed. I am a mind healer. Have you heard of my
vocation?"
"You know about Luma? She said we needed one, that people with broken bonds
that did not fade were likely to suicide without the help of one. I suppose
that if the profession existed on her ship it must have continued till
today. My Mother is the head of strat ops. I was going to ask her for help.
She knows everyone it seems." The last was said as her fingers played with
the stylized W crest
Yup, no impressions from the floor. Sy had not thought to change into all
silk clothing. This would work. And the gloves insulated her from the charm
she was fiddling with.
He ordered her hot green tea which would be soothing then turned toward
her. "You would only have met me later then since I would have eventually
been the one called upon. Of all of the mind healers in the temple I am the
only one who has worked within the fleet and I have extensive experience
besides. I'm also considered the best at what I do. Now that sounds like
I'm bragging but you can accept my word on this. And I'm very glad we got a
chance to talk now since later?" he gave her a sober look, "... may well
have been too late."
He brought the tea to her then sat down in a nearby chair which he had
turned to face her.
"You told me earlier that you were, 'handling it' but I can assure you
that is not the case. You have your mental shields up like an iron fortress
thinking yourself safe but my empathic abilities are as strong as my
telepathic and you are in deep, agonizing pain. A pain that has many
sources coiled together like a cable and not easily broken and it is
destroying you." He sat back and his smile returned.
"But I can help you Sienna if you will give me the chance."
Yeah. He was not Alaya. She was not this blunt, but he was also right. She
was slowly being destroyed and her shields were more to protect others than
help her. "I would rather meet someplace where there are no objects. I need
to apparently go to Earth to rid myself of some unwanted baggage and the
last time I was here, the long range transporters had yet to be restored. I
do not even know how much of this morass you know. That Q had his way with
me." She gave herself a self depreciating tone, "Forced me to live a life
on an alter earth as some sort of lesson I have yet to figure out. Nothing
helped me with the Bajor mission. Never got a chance to touch an orb. The
Kai, I did touch her." Her thoughts wandered a moment as her extreme
exhaustion showed. "I don't sleep much. It got better after we figured out
silk insulates. Not much but some." She sipped the tea to give her focus.
Maybe she could convince sickbay here for something to help her sleep. Or
see about some of the herbs she had started before she had gone to the
Illuminar.
Sy looked up with her dark eyes and nodded, "I am not sure taking my
shields down is a good idea though." She had yet to figure out that to
Riven they were less than tissue paper.
He gave her a wry grin. "Those details are easily worked out. As for Q?" he
kept all thoughts of anger far away so it would tinge neither his words or
the calm he was broadcasting, "... I only heard you had encountered him
this morning and nothing that particular being could do would surprise me.
But let's get to the crux of the matter first shall we?"
He leaned a bit forward. "The broken imzadi bond is at the core of the
issue now. You have post traumatic stress disorder piled on top of it along
with a familial bond that is giving you issues. These can all be worked out
but the Imzadi bond is the most urgent. If it is not dealt with it will
either drive you insane or make you take your life to avoid that fate."
"Now I'm willing to take your mind healing to whatever location suits you.
I have only a general idea of the layout of the base so you tell me where
you feel most comfortable."
Sy narrowed her eyes in thought, not opposition. "If you want a counseling
suite, I can come dressed in silk. I have gotten better at it. If you want
a holodeck, that would work, oh yeah nope. Do not need to see the acts done
there. I know they are not cleaned properly. Maybe the park? I learned that
plants and grass do not hold impressions the way objects and deck plates
do." Her focus went external again.
"Or we could take a shuttle to earth on your ambassadorial say so and I can
rid myself of his influence though the precognition is telling me it is
really not going to be that easy and he? Has plans. I really do not like
being the playtoy of a Q." The last sentence was whimpered. Maybe the
pertinent question should be, when was the last time she had slept was.
"Hmmm. The park it is then. I'll have a barrier set up so that you can have
some privacy. I suggest you meet me at 0800 there. That will give me time
to have the area cordoned off."
A look of pain crossed her features, "I am not what might be termed a
morning person, but I am also used to strange schedules. The park is
lovely." And unsaid were the words, 'And coffee is a blessing'.
"Yes it is. Myself and the wife thoroughly enjoyed walking through it this
morning. It's my understanding we have you to thank both for it and the
fauna that cavort in It's midst." He gave her a dazzling smile. "We can
take care of the imzadi bond within a few hours. The other issues will take
considerably more time. I was told you have five days leave so I believe I
can cut you loose on the third day to spend some time on Earth and when you
get back we can continue."
A few more days to crawl through before Earth, "Uh. Back to you?" Her brain
was running on caffeine and sugar and not much of either currently.
"Oh yes about that." He chuckled. "Your ships departure has been delayed a
bit so we will have plenty of time and when Illuminar leaves both Michaella
and I will be aboard so you can come to me on the ship to talk if needed."
Her mind tried to imagine Riven on the Illuminar. "Luma is either going to
adore you or lock you in a shuttle." She blurted out the first thing that
came to mind. "Is Vex leaving her alone aboard, crud, I forgot to check. I
need to see if Vex took her off in the crystal." Sy's exhausted brain was
really not functioning well.
Riven laughed. "Oh I know all about Luma, we will get along famously. You
see I was aboard the Mystique when Captain Winters found her. She is really
a delightful being. As for right now your CO will be remaining aboard so
I'm sure if? wait a second you mentioned Vex taking her off? How did you
manage to move her to Illuminar by the way? I distinctly remember her
crystal being shattered."
"Sekal's pet rock. The Anelurian crystal. Well, first we were using bio
neural gel packs to move her but the crystal works better and allows her to
move easily. That is why the Mystique is still here, Starfleet deeded it to
Luma as her own personal chariot. But Luma dislikes being away from Vex,
her bondmate. So we took a chunk of the crystal and made a pendant Vex can
wear. So Luma can leave the ship." Sy was pretty proud of that
accomplishment.
"Well, well." Riven was beaming. "I'm glad to hear of it. Fascinating would
be the appropriate word I believe." He then laughed at the joke. "I will
see you in the morning, don't be late."
He then gave her a grin and wink before standing up.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven)
And Melinda G (Sienna)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0555, 0605, 0705)- CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal, FO- Lieutenant Sienna Williams- Verin and 2/0- Lieutenant Carson Peters
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 16:54:26 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars base- Administrative complex- CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal, FO-
Lieutenant Sienna Williams- Verin and 2/0- Lieutenant Carson Peters- 0555)
They had been notified upon arrival at Mars to report to Admiral Bell. As
of yet there had been no reason given for the summons but Sekal expected
quite logically that the commander of Operations on Mars was going to
conduct a debrief of the Illuminar command crew and perhaps give them
updated information on the upcoming mission. The last was a remote
possibility though since the details of the upcoming mission by reports
were in flux.
They were due into her office at 0600, Sekal looked up from the chair he
was seated in as Sienna and Carson approached. The Admiral's aide was at
her post, bleary eyed and sipping on a mug of some steaming beverage.
Suppressing a yawn Carson moved towards where Sekal was sitting. Vex had
gotten in only an hour or so ago, after pulling another all-nighter to
oversee Engineering. ?Morning, Sir.? He said as he got level with Sekal.
Sekal stood to his feet. "Good morning to you as well." The term wasn't
very 'Vulcan' but expected.
Exhausted Sienna came in. Her normal shift was beta, so she was almost
never up this early. She had that 0800 appointment to make as well. In her
hand was one of the large travel mugs that contained the sugar and caffeine
beverage that sustained her. She had been up super late the night before
and waking up for an 0500 alarm had been brutal.
"I know I look awful. I did not get to sleep until 0130 and I got to admit
that running on no sleep was much easier at 19." She tried to smile an
apology. "I have an 0800 appointment with the Ambassador. " She was trying
to be discrete. Sy looked up at Carson, "Vex should come meet him at some
point." Sienna was dressed in her uniform, wearing silk gloves and faintly
at the edges of her uniform you could see that she was wearing a dark
colored silk bodysuit underneath, insulating herself. "Any clue as to what
this is about?" Leave was supposed to be fun, dangit. None of this had been
fun so far.
Sekal gave a brief shake of his head. "A debrief is likely. Beyond that I
have no information as of yet."
Nodding at Sekals statement, Carson said ?She?ll be asleep for some hours
yet, but I?ll pass the message along when she wakes.? He was going to ask
Sekal if he knew how long they?d be staying on Mars, but from the answer
the CO had given Sienna it was likely he didn?t know yet.
The aide interrupted their reverie. "Admiral Bell will see you now."
The three stood, almost in unison and went inside. Sienna put her travel
mug on the assistant's desk with a tired smile. It did not do to visit an
Admiral in her own den with a drink in hand.
(Mars Facility ? Admiral Jana Bell's Office - Starfleet Chief of Staff -
Admiral Jana Bell ? 0605)
?Morning Admiral.", said Peters as they all entered; Lt Peters hadn't
changed but then, they had only seen the crew recently. The race back to
Mars was won, naturally by the Republic but it was a close thing, both of
their transwarp drives were pushed to the limit on the way back. The Exeter
was coming home also, but she was taking the scenic route to Mars.
"Welcome home.", Bell spoke nodding at each of the officers as they
entered. Chairs were offered and each took a seat. The command crew of the
USS Illuminar had completed their mission at Bajor and were probably in no
doubt wondering what their future missions would be.
"Remae is in the Mission OPS.", said the Admiral matter of factly, "He is
planning on catching up with you later on.", She said and looked at them
all.
"I've read the reports regarding Bajor. Anything further you would like to
add, anyone?", she asked and waited if anyone had anything else to say.
"Only that I have already forwarded a request for a Captain's Commendation
be given to the officers and crew for their diligent efforts in bringing
this matter to a close Admiral." Sekal noted as he sat with crossed arms.
"My medal recommendations are on record as well."
About to open his mouth and mention Taya, Carson stopped himself as the
Admiral began talking.
Nodding, she continued, "Starfleet is interested in what you have planned
next Mr Sekal. We have any number of missions to send you on but since the
Incident, well, things in Starfleet have gotten more complicated." Bell
replied with a matter of a fact answer; the Admiral turned on a viewscreen.
"The fleet has grown, somewhat, and we've received hails from a number of
Starships we didn't know about before, at least, I didn't think we did.",
she said concentrating hard on her mixture of memories, "We think it has
something to do with the convergence of the timelines. Remae, of course,
remembers all and sees all but he's being quiet on the matter."
"The honest truth is, we have a fleet to coordinate and it's taken us by
surprise. So, we're open to suggestions on what you want to do next.", she
said and gave space to allow them to speak.
An eyebrow rose from the Vulcan. "This would explain why our orders are in
flux and the briefing for the diplomatic mission has been delayed.
Logical." Sekal noted. "I would recommend touching bases with the ships in
the sectors of space we are being sent to. This would appear to be a direct
result of our actions at Bajor and the crews of those ships are likely to
be disoriented. While it is a windfall for those of us in the Prime
Universe it will be necessary for us to gauge both their readiness and
motivations. I do not necessarily expect the appearance of mirror
alternates but there may be some deviations from standard Starfleet
directives which will need to be addressed."
Sekal leaned forward in his chair. "The initial report I have received of a
colony ship that needs to be diverted seems to be firm. The diplomatic
foundation has already been laid on Epsilon Eridani 5 which has a small
established colony with most of the planet available for the new colonists.
They have requested a cultural survey and analysis prior to proceeding.
It is my understanding that it will be Doctor Mias' task to open a dialog
with the Layirans who have been on a protracted journey to their new home
which was rendered uninhabitable during the flight. Until the final
briefing has been completed that is the extent of my knowledge of it at
this time."
NRPG: The full mission briefing will take place in mid-December.
RPG:
"I hope you find a little time to stay and catch up with the place. We
could use some help here on Mars before you depart again, and then, there
is a little outstanding item of business of your promotion to Captain.
We're arranging a quiet ceremony at 0700 at the Mission OPS complex. If you
can muster your crew there, it'll be appreciated.", she said and then
added, "If there is nothing further, you are dismissed."
(Mars Facility ? Mission OPS - Commanding Officer (Mars) - Commodore Remae
Ktell - 0705)
Remae was under some desk, fixing up some part of the computer core. As
often as he was the one fixing problems with the OPS center. His team was
growing, gaining experience but they were overworked and his side-trip time
away didn't help.
He caught a pair of boots nearby and he jumped back up to see Sekal and his
senior crew had arrived in the OPS, they looked expectantly around, not too
sure what was going on.
"Welcome back.", he said, the Bajoran now on his feet. The Bajoran was
whole again, he was who he was meant to be again... complete. It has been a
long time.
"I know time is short, but I appreciate the Illuminar returning home, if
only for a short period of time.", he said leading them outside. A new area
had been added to the mission ops building, a platform that afforded a view
of the entire area. From this location, you could take in a lot of the
facility, Mars and her environs were laid out for all to see.
A number of Admirals who Remae had ferried in from Earth appeared behind
him and Remae became very serious and below, the entire company of Mars
were assembled, waiting, patiently.
"Attention to orders.", He commanded and automatically, all around him came
to attention as he read from his PADD.
Sekal came to attention along with the rest of the assembly.
"Lt Commander Sekal. By order of Starfleet Command, the Office of Admiral
Jana Bell and the President of Earth, you are hereby promoted to the rank
of Captain. Time affords us less pomp and ceremony than I would like but,
like we always do, we make do.", he said and tapped his combadge and said
one word, "Now."
Across the sky, the combined fighter squadrons of Mars streaked across the
open space, some were letting go fireworks... colours, noises, a festival
of ceremony designed on Mars and for one moment, everyone was mesmerized by
the spectacle of lights.
The Vulcan watched the spectacle with interest. It was expected that there
might be some small celebration for the initial promotions to Captain and
there would be another soon however this level of detail went beyond what
he had been prepared for. "Interesting." He said.
Carson nodded from where he was stood. Whereas he might have substituted
the word ?Interesting? he certainly had to agree with the Vulcan. Keeping
his gaze fixed on those around him and away from his mothers brother, who
he?d noticed occasionally glancing over at him.
"You are the first, Captain Sekal, a new generation of Commanding Officers
that will lead the Federation back to where it once was, and beyond.", he
said replacing the officer?s pips so they correctly spelled out the rank of
Captain.
"It may seem trivial, as a Vulcan, Captain but you'll have to allow us to
have our ceremonies, more so given what's coming.", he said so quietly that
only Sekal could hear.
Sekal nodded in return. "Understood Commodore and thank you." StarFleet
traditions were well ingrained in the culture much as his belongings being
transferred to Illuminar prior to his boarding. Sekal then saluted
Commodore Remae, showing deference and respect to his commanding officer.
Ketell stepped back and then he said, "Dismissed and congratulations.", as
everyone came to ease, applauding and giving their congratulations to the
new Captain and Commanding Officer of the USS Illuminar.
Sekal took the two small black boxes brought to him by Vice-Admiral Saleke
as the applause wound down and nodded at the whispered instructions.
Sienna had been standing and watching. She knew of many of the Admirals
that were here and spying her Mother in the crowd, she instinctively knew.
She was so proud of Sekal and she knew that her friend had earned it. Once
the ceremony was done and he had received the two boxes from his father,
she took a moment to hug Sekal. Sekal knew of her issues with touching
others, so this was a high compliment from the emotional Betazoid. "I am
so, so proud of you, Captain. It is an honor to serve with you." She
waited for Carson to tender his congratulations as well.
An eyebrow lifted at the unexpected but not unwelcome gesture. "Thank you.
I am honored to have such a competent command crew as well."
Allowing Sienna her moment to pass on her Congratulations, Carson stayed a
respectful distance back. He smiled slightly watching the First Officer
hugging the Captain and then took a breath before stepping forward to
attempt to pass on his congratulations in Vulcan, ?Congratulations
khart-lan Sekal, muhl nazh-tor t'nash-veh t'hy'la.? Congratulations Captain
Sekal. Well deserved my friend.
"Chaya t'not" Sekal replied. *Thank you.*
As they separated Sekal then turned and addressed the gathering.
"Lieutenant Sienna Williams-Verin please step forward."
Sy blinked, not expecting this but she did as requested, stepping forward
and standing at attention. No wonder Sophie was here!
Stepping back from Sienna, Carson nodded. It made a great deal of sense to
promote Sienna, she?d been through a lot, learned a lot and she was a
fantastic First Officer.
He opened one of the boxes and took out a solid pip then added it to her
collar. "You are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander. Congratulations
Commander Verin."
Sienna nearly bounced on the tips of her toes in joy. Her smile lit up her
eyes as bright as the firecrackers outside. Her voice was choked with
emotion, "Yes, Sir. Thank you." Simple words could not contain the joy she
was experiencing.
Carson began to clap, but stopped when he realised no one else had begun to
move to congratulate her like they had with Sekal.
After she had taken up station behind him he opened the second box.
"Lieutenant Carson Peters please step forward."
Surprised and confused he did so. Certainly it was more an automatic
response to the order rather than anything else. He looked at the Captain?s
face, searching for an answer. There was no need for him to gain a
promotion, he was happy for his friends. After a few short steps he stood
to attention and allowed Sekal to do what he needed.
He removed the solid pip and added it to Carson's collar. "You are hereby
promoted to the rank of Commander. Congratulations Commander Peters."
Carson?s eyes widened. He certainly hadn?t expected that. His mother would
be so proud, Vex would be? beyond happy. ?Than? Thank-you, Sir.? He managed
to sputter out before stepping back and being enveloped by a Sienna-hug.
Hugging Sienna had given Carson an unexpected view of his uncle. No wonder
the elusive relation had appeared on Mars. Taking the moment to look at the
man, that he?d been told his entire life he looked so much like. A man he?d
barely had a conversation with. His mothers, brother. In the eyes of the
Vice-Admiral he could swear that he saw concern and then Sienna let him go
and her smile was enough to remind him that he was supposed to be elated.
They both turned back to their Captain.
Sekal then offered them both his hand for a shake. "Your presence on the
Illuminar and your friendship has been invaluable both to the ship and to
myself. I know that she is safe in your hands in the event of unforeseen
circumstances."
He then lifted his right hand in the Vulcan salute. "May the ship and her
crew live long and prosper."
?And peace and long life to both yourself and our crew.? Carson responded,
whilst shifting his own right hand to make the traditional Vulcan salute.
He then shifted into standing to attention, albeit with a large beaming
smile on his face.
"There will be no unpleasantness today, gentlemen. " She smiled brightly at
both of them as the formality began to dissipate. "Captain, Commander -
this is my Mother. Admiral Sophie Verin, in charge of StratOps." Sophie was
in that ageless period of her life that many Betazoid women had. She had
come to hug and support her daughter. "It is a pleasure to meet you both,
and congratulations on your well deserved promotions. I can not stay long,
I need to get back to Earth. Your Father wanted to be here too, but he had
meetings. I got a video though, so he will be able to view it dear."
Something passed between Mother and daughter and Sophie relaxed.
Saleke watched from where he stood with the other Admirals, he expected to
see his son later in the day.
Vice-Admiral Janeway made a quick movement towards the door, looked back
once and then departed.
(Reply: Any in attendance )
(Posted by Charles G (Sekal, Saleke)
Melinda G (Sienna, Sophie)
Jono Bradley (Carson, Janeway)
and Anthony Keen (Admiral Bell, Commodore Remae)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0700)- CO- Captain Sekal
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 03:07:17 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
The Crucible: Part 1
(Utopia Planitia-- Science Annex -- Fifth Floor- Holodeck 1- CO- Captain
Sekal- 0700)
He stood in the hallway outside the holodeck for a moment before speaking.
At his request Saleke had given his son access to this training program, it
was the one he had used for decades. If it proved profitable he had also
been given permission to upload it to the Illuminar's data banks.
"Initiate program Saleke one five, The Crucible."
[[ Access code required.]]
"Sekal delta zero three one green."
[[ Access has been approved. Initiating program.]]
There was a pause before the doors cycled open and he stepped through into
the lobby. After they had closed he moved to a locker and began choosing
his wardrobe. Upon changing into it he spoke again.
"Open the portal."
It opened and he squinted at the glare coming through before stepping
outside.
It closed behind him, his eyes were narrowed slits due to the brightness of
the day. T'Khut was high in the sky overhead and Las'hark, the system's
primary sun was blazing just above the horizon. Bel`ar and Ces`ti were
currently not visible.
A savage gust of hot wind raked across him causing the brown cloak and hood
he was wearing to billow and snap. He was also clothed in a loose,
long-sleeved shirt and pants which were the color of sand and his feet were
enclosed in sandals whose straps were closely interwoven. Blowing sand and
grit forced him to turn his head and his eyelids to close.
After the gust had passed he pulled the hood over his head so that his face
was in partial shadow which abated the glare somewhat. The intense heat
began to bake into his bones as he looked across the vista before him.
He was looking at the naked rocks of the foothills leading toward Mount
Seleya adjacent to the desert called The Forge. His goal lay beyond the
center of Vulcan's healers and teachers of the principles of Surak on the
other side of the range. The path would be hard and treacherous, he knew
this and would not make it in one trip. The scenario would be long and
challenging before he ever made it to his destination, he had been warned
of this but the dangers he'd face would toughen him for what would follow.
He was carrying no weapon or tool, anything needed would have to be
fabricated along the way. Due to geomagnetic instabilities and electrical
sandstorms occurring within the desert technology would be of little use at
any rate.
The change in gravity made him feel heavier, more normal in truth. Here he
didn?t have the added benefit his muscles gave him on Mars, shipboard or
any lighter gravity planet. Here he would be just another inhabitant of the
world upon which he had grown which could be fraught with dangers when one
entered its untamed areas.
The scream of a wild sehlat reverberated across the red-tinged rocks and he
began moving. He knew that the lower oxygen content of the atmosphere would
come into play as well, he had been two years away from his home planet in
often oxygen rich environments and it would take time to recondition
himself. He doubted he could run half of his normal 5k course without
becoming winded. But still it would be best to begin putting distance
between himself and the creature.
He started out slowly to warm up his legs then picked up the pace
gradually, even from this distance he had spied what appeared to be a gap
or trail among the tumbled boulders and spires before him. He was making
good time dodging scree and stones but was having trouble hitting his full
stride. It took a moment before he was able to stretch his gait until he
was at full sprint which he could maintain for a considerable distance.
Even then it took time before he was running comfortably. It seemed to wake
up muscles he hadn't used in quite a while which were now slowly responding.
The pace felt natural as muscle memory took over. Mars had a low oxygen
content but its gravity was miniscule and running there was almost
effortless and of little benefit. The program would pay dividends in this
area alone and added with the temperature difference made it impossible to
be without. But this was not a scenario to stroll contentedly through, it
would extract a price for using it.
The cry of the sehlat came again but it was further away and upwind and the
blood was pumping fiercely through him, he controlled his breathing rigidly
to keep the oxygen circulating through his system at peak levels and was
satisfied that he had not lost his distance training reflexes. His outer
garment streamed behind him, sometimes being deflected by a gust of wind
but in no danger of tangling his legs.
The foothills were growing closer only slowly, distances could be deceiving
in a desert environment especially due to the heat waves that were
radiating from the surface and blurred his vision of things farther away.
The route he was following took a steep dip and turned around a rock
outcropping causing him to slow his gait then he sped up for the climb to
the other side, digging downward with his toes and pistoning with his legs.
As he made it to the crest and onto more level ground Sekal understood
there would be no flat, easy course for him to follow in the forge. The
foothills were still far ahead so he dropped to a slower, ground eating
stride that would conserve his stamina. He judged he had already passed the
halfway point of his normal training regimen and surmised that it was due
to a smooth return to his running mechanics that he had not had to
interrupt it.
But eventually he was forced to slow to a walk and wasn't displeased with
his performance, he had lost little in the short time away from his
homeworld. T'Khut was now touching the horizon, Las`hark was nearing its
apex and Bel`ar had crested the eastern horizon. The heat was intensifying
and he was walking with the hood covering his head when he reached the edge
of a mesa and began following a twisting path up its side. There was a
sheer wall to his left and as he climbed higher the right side of the trail
dropped away. So far he had seen nothing that could be fashioned into a
weapon and he had no choice but to continue. If he came across a predator
along the way he would be forced to rely on guile and tactics to survive.
It was shortly after this when the cry of the sehlat rang again, this time
it was very near. Looking down he saw the creature below, it appeared to
catch sight of his movement at the same instant and with a flash of tawny
brown began bounding up the trail.
He moved on instinct away from it and up. No doubt it had happened across
his trail and followed him, his caution had been warranted.
The path narrowed as he climbed and he had to slow his pace as he picked
his way around tumbled rocks that had fallen down upon it and clustered on
level shelves.
He came at last to waist high boulders that completely blocked his path. He
clambered up quickly knowing he had no time to waste, when in close hunt a
sehlat moved quietly and swiftly. It could be upon his heels at any moment.
Indeed. He heard the predators claws scraping on rock as it bounded to the
very boulders upon which he clambered. One shifted as it was dislodged and
he sprang across to the other side lest it go over, taking him with it. He
landed solidly on the path beyond them crouched, preparing to spring into a
run if it wasn't already too late.
The huge animal sprang upon the rocks as he spun to face it. Running from
the beast would only insure an attack from behind. There came a rustle as
the rocks shifted which quickly turned into a roar. The sehlat screamed and
lost its footing before tumbling over the side, boulders rolling and
bouncing over with it. His passage had loosened them enough that its weight
had started the slide.
He retraced his steps to the rock fall to look down. The base of the mesa
was nearly one hundred meters below and the sehlat was nowhere to be seen,
it appeared to have been buried by the rubble.
He stood there for a moment considering as the hot wind stirred his hair
and robe before turning and continuing the climb.
When he finally reached the crest of the escarpment he walked to the other
side and looked over. There was a steep and treacherous trail with numerous
switchbacks that led down the opposite face into a valley riddled with
fissures billowing plumes of gases and ash. Rockslides had taken out the
trail in places and he would be forced to climb across using fingers and
toes in cracks in the rock face. He raised his eyes and looked farther
across the broken land, judging from the location and configuration of
other such plateaus he had entered the plain of blood where Surak had
cooled his lust for battle using logic.
He squatted down and considered both the treacherous descent and the
volcanic maze ahead of him, it was clear now from whence the program had
gotten its name. He then rose to his feet. He had tested himself and taken
up the morning in the holodeck. The next test would be for another day. He
had no doubt that below he would find the material to craft a weapon even
if it was only a knife. Would his path cross one of the deep forests? If so
it would be logical to make a spear point as well and perhaps an axe head.
"Computer mark progress and open the portal."
The door obligingly opened and he felt the chill air cool the beads of
perspiration on his face as he stepped through. The muscles in his legs
which had been awoken stiffened when hit with the sudden lowering of
temperature. He carefully disrobed at the locker and put on the command
uniform with its pips denoting him a full Captain. He had been with
StarFleet less than two years and the journey was only beginning.
Like the Crucible program there were many tests ahead and much growing to
do. Where would he be at their end?
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (1-0755)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Couns. Alaya Ravenstone
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 03:08:14 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base-- Arboretum grounds- Garden- FO- Commander Sienna
Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Couns. Alaya Ravenstone- 0755)
The request had been carried out quite quickly by the security department.
The garden had been cordoned off by a portable field generator which Riven
had switched off so that Sienna could approach and a white noise generator
had been added to the field by a technician from the science department
which was nearby.
The vegetation around the garden would be sufficient to screen them from
prying eyes and several security officers were on hand outside the area to
deter visitors just in case that wasn't enough. Commander Verin's privacy
was not being taken lightly at all. In case of an emergency the field could
be switched off remotely by one from the security contingent and Alaya
Ravenstone was also in attendance.
Why? For a number of reasons. Firstly there was the matter of decorum, that
of a man who for a time would have a female officer completely under his
mental control and secondly she would be standing by to assist if
necessary. It wasn't that Riven felt insufficient for the task but this was
considered mental surgery and issues had happened before during such
procedures so he was taking the normal precautions.
He and Alaya had chairs to sit on and a third one was present as well in
case Sienna wished to use it. The clearing they were set up in was
surrounded by trees and bordered by a number of species of flowers and the
aroma from them was fragrant and soothing.
Riven's empathic abilities were also well in progress and he could feel the
officer approaching.
Alaya had arrived, a basket full of hot drinks including Sienna's preferred
chocolate coffee sugar monstrosity, and lots of tea for the two
counselors. She had left her blades in her quarters under lock and Hammons
was near. She had tried to explain what was going to happen as soon as she
had gotten notice of her participation. Alaya had made sure that no one
touched the newly replicated chair for Sienna but her and she had moved it
with a shawl of hers between her hands and it.
Alaya was nervous. It did not show but she had never been involved in
something this serious in her short career. But she had the added bonus of
being Sy's genuine friend.
::She went to the medical team on base at 1 am for a sedative. :: Alaya
reported to Riven as she passed him Betazed berry tea brewed from the
leaves of a bush from this base.
Riven nodded as he took the tea then took a sip. The sleeplessness was
anticipated and would grow worse unless the procedure was done. Sleep
deprivation added up over time to increase the pain and dementia which
would degenerate into a cycle of depression ending in paranoia and
insanity. The final desperate act of the diseased mind was to end its
existence. He was dressed in a white robe again today which he always wore
during mind healing sessions.
Sienna stumbled into the clearing not even half awake. She had foregone her
uniform for an outfit entirely covering her, neck to wrist to ankles in
dark dyed silk, a tunic in cotton yellow over it, and dark boots with
matching gloves. Alaya nodded in sympathy and passed over The Monstrosity
to her friend, making sure that they did not touch.
"Chairs brand new off the replicator, and I carried it here with my silk
blend shawl between my hands and it. So you can sit in it, Sy. If you want.
Or my shawls here if you want to be in the grass." Alaya smiled at Sy as
she took the offered chair.
"Not really a morning person, Doc." The FO looked like what she was, an
upper 20s scared little girl, not a confident starfleet officer. Sy took a
deep drink of the mixture and nodded, "Needs more chocolate but close."
"More?" Alaya bantered back, picking up on Sy's unease. "Next time I try to
mix it, I will add more then, hun." Her dark eyes narrowed, "It will be all
right."
"You sure?" That question was directed towards Riven.
He smiled at her warmly. He was projecting comfort and relaxation at a high
level in order to help put her at ease. "Very sure Sienna. I have done this
procedure many times. You have nothing to fear." He looked from one to the
other. "Alaya has never done this before as she did not opt for mind
healing but she will assist. While delicate the procedure is
straightforward and I'm going to take both of you through the steps first
so you will know what to expect. Sienna's lethargy this morning actually
works in our favor and it will become apparent why. First though I am
assuming you are holding tight mental shields in order to keep from
projecting? yes?"
"Sy." She corrected absently, "And always. Luma does not need my pain, nor
does her bondmate, Vex Jordaan. Here on base, I am not sure why, other than
habit. Not positive how much Q amped my ability to project when it changed
my dna to be more betazoid." She took another long drag on the liquid
sugar, "I can stop drinking this if you want me to. But I can tell you one
is not enough to touch how tired I am."
"Sy's been alternating sedatives with caffeine for a while and even then
the drugs are not keeping her asleep. " Alaya felt a sense of betrayal at
telling on her, but at least this was unofficial, which it would not have
remained for much longer.
Riven didn't skip a beat and he didn't look over at Alaya as he spoke.
"Don't feel guilty, that is pertinent and necessary information. The effect
of the drugs would continue to lessen as her condition deteriorated. But we
are about to render the condition moot." He took another sip of the
delicious tea. He also had an added ace up his sleeve in case of Q's
meddling which he could call upon at need, one he had found before during
one of the away missions on the Mystique.
"This is what will happen. You will begin lowering your shields when I tell
you to and I will take over the shielding of both of our minds. Your
projection will not go beyond me so you have no need to worry about
releasing it. Once I am fully in control it will take some time to unravel
the thread of the broken bond from the additional trauma but once I find it
I will follow it back to the source. I will be honest, a number of painful
memories will rise to the surface as I do this and I may have to linger in
them a few moments as I sort them out but before we are done here I will
have completed the procedure. I anticipate three hours, perhaps a little
more."
He turned his head to Alaya. "I will need you to monitor my mental
shielding in case I become distracted. Give me a telepathic prod if
necessary to shore them up. The most vivid memories can sidetrack even the
most accomplished mind healers. This is why there is always another
standing by to assist."
He looked between them again. "Are there any questions before we start?"
"I should mention that I worked alongside Ailynn Bracken while we were all
stationed here." Alaya spoke quietly. "Otherwise none from me."
Sy shook her head, "And I have known her most of my life. There is some?
betrayal and anger at her and my twin mixed up in all of this."
Understatement.
"Then we will start." Riven withdrew his empathic sense and closed it off.
It would not do to accidentally project empathically what he was shielding
telepathically. "Relax if you can and begin lowering your mental
shielding." He could feel her shields coming down and swiftly moved in to
take over causing a seamless transition. As they came near to a complete
transfer he would have access to her memories and thoughts. And this was
the main reason to have someone else in attendance. Such an invasion of
personal privacy had to be monitored. He would only touch those necessary
to complete the procedure however. The rest would be skirted carefully.
Sienna felt exposed in a way she had not since she was a teenager. It was
in some ways worse and in some better. Riven felt nothing like her Mother,
Sophie Verin. Sienna felt herself relax bit by bit. She was tired. That was
the first thing she noticed. Holding yourself so closed for so long was
tiring. She felt like she could lean into the peace that was Riven but was
afraid to. Her eyes drifted closed as she was reminded of how her Mother
had worked with her as a teenager to control her Betazoid abilities.
Alaya too closed her eyes and stood separate and apart, but supportive and
close. To Sienna Alaya felt blue, compassionate and calm.
::How do we begin?:: Sy asked again, not aware of how easily she had
switched from vocalizing to telepathy.
::We have already taken the most difficult step.:: Riven was now completely
in control of their mental shielding. While her mind was now open to him
anyone outside of the closed circle would have picked up not an inkling of
what was happening in the clearing. This was where her lethargic state had
been profitable, helping to ease the transition and the more she relaxed
the easier it would become. Which is not to say that her being asleep or
sedated would have been better though in some ways it would have helped.
Overall though he would need guidance that only a conscious mind could give
otherwise the process would take much longer.
Her pain became their shared pain but Riven skillfully shut it out which
isolated them both from the greater part of its effects. Sienna would be
feeling the difference as well. He couldn't shut it out completely however
as he needed to follow it to its source. And follow it he did.
A montage of scenes shifted quickly before Sienna's eyes and settled on
what was the most recent and painful memory to her, the final time the two
women had spoken. Right before Sienna had moved onto the Illuminar full
time as the ship was nearing completion. They had fought a lot coming up to
this point as their careers began to diverge. But this was the worst due to
how polite it had been. An icy, terrible politeness. Ailynn had left the
brilliant career as the most gifted surgeon of her generation for command,
something Sy had not seen coming. The request from Trip for Lynn to be his
FO and not her. The selfishness on both sides. The agreement that perhaps
it was best for them to part 'as friends'. Nothing was further from the
truth and as her brother's happiness and marriage to Lynn's Aunt had raked
her senses, Sienna had been forced to get further away from them both.
Riven was standing apart, not participating in the memory. It was not his
purpose here to teach, to soothe or to give lessons. Neither was there any
reason for him to take part. He was searching the memory not for life
lessons or clues but for the thread of the bond that would take him farther
down. As well he could not allow himself to get caught up in the memory and
forget his purpose here. The memory could be heart wrenching if allowed but
that was where clinical detachment separated the true mind healer from the
fumbler and the dabbler who would do more harm than good by echoing the
shared pain through the link and projecting it magnified back to the
patient.
The memory went on for some time before he found the thread and left it.
There was no way to tell how many minutes had passed but he was now going
deeper into her mind until he found the next.
The next scene was the two women aboard the Mystique. Lynn had been in pain
from learning that Ashlyn was a relative. Sienna had found Ailynn curled up
on the deckplate and surrounded the woman with her body and arms, holding
her close. The scene was joined by Trip, who hugged them both and
surrounded them with his strength and support. For the first time it became
crystal clear how entwined that twin bond was with her imzadi bond to Lynn.
And as Trip's bond was forming with Ashlyn, Sienna's was starting to fray
with Ailynn. Sienna had both resented her brother for his interference and
been deeply glad he had. She had despaired of calming Lynn until Trip had
arrived. As always it had seemed on reflection that Trip cared more for
Lynn than her.
Riven stopped for a moment to observe the snarl the two bonds wove. The
skein here was a mish mash and difficult to untangle but it would also play
in his favor during the next procedure. Once the imzadi bond was dealt with
he could return directly here to follow the familial bond back which would
save considerable time. It was also obvious that the bond with Ailynn in
some measure had a tone of family closeness about it. To the uninitiated
this could present problems but for one as experienced as him it also
opened up opportunities. It was for this reason that he turned and dove
deeper into her memories in little more time than it had taken to find his
way from the first.
The two women were on their first real date, raw ensigns, before they left
for Trill. Before Sienna had found out much later that her twin had been
sneaking off base with Lynn along for the ride. On reflection it had seemed
that he had dated her as much as she had. Oh Sy knew that was not fair, at
all. But it hurt that one of the few perfect moments still had his hand on
it. The exclusive and expensive restaurant in the Capital city that took
only latinum. The dress that Lynn had picked out for her, how their
schedules had finally aligned. The imported betazoid wine. The dancing
afterwards. The first time the two had deliberately sought Lynn's quarters
rather than Siennas. The intimate night that they had spent not sleeping
once Lynn took charge allowing Sienna to relax and just be herself,
separate from Trip.
Riven allowed himself a shake of the head of his mental projection but that
was all. He was too busy searching for the next step. He knew that he was
getting close now but wasn't sure how close. The important point here was
to be absolutely sure of the way so as to not have to go over the same
ground again. Rehashing the memories multiple times would be
counter-productive, add to the pain she was feeling from it although at a
suppressed level and waste valuable time.
And taking the time to get it right here was the most important thing. It
might add an hour or more potentially but it wasn't like he was in any
hurry, they were protected from bystanders and interference. While ending
it quickly would certainly be preferable it wasn't the priority. Judging
from past experiences he would not be surprised if she left the mind
healing session and immediately sought her bed for sleep. Truth be told he
would be surprised if she didn't. Removing the source of sleeplessness
almost invariably always ended in the body wanting to cash in some of its
sleep deficit.
He searched carefully before he was sure, gathered himself and went deeper.
Two fifteen year old girls ran through a vineyard on earth together,
laughing. They had known each other all their lives it seemed. Their
parents were part of Starfleet together and they were in and out of each
other's houses all of their lives. A teenage boy was not far away with an
orion girl.
"So when are you going to actually date, Queen of Hearts?" Trip teased his
sister, his head in the lap of the orion.
Sy glanced over at Lynn contemplative. "One day. When the right person
finds the right time. Besides, I am just not interested in guys. Or girls.
Besides, how can I settle when I know what the right thing feels like
through your bond with Rae? And I date plenty. They just aren't you know,"
Sy waved her hand, "Dates? Just things to do to help out others for fun. To
save them mostly." She smiled. Whether on the ranch that her Dad's family
owned in Texas or here in the Bracken vineyards; Sy could not imagine a
future that did not include these 3 people.
Too bad The Event had happened not far in the future and taken Rae away.
Sy's entire focus had shifted to supporting Trip through losing his Imzadi
and having to deal with the fallout of experiencing her death through that
bond. Sy had caught the peripheral edges of Rae's death and her twin's
agony and became everything he needed. Including ignoring the very
beginning of what might have been a relationship with Lynn.
The memory was tinged with sadness because of future events but Riven's
mental projection was smiling as he stepped from the vineyard. The two
bonds were once again intertwined but he knew he had reached a critical
crossroads. Before this memory the twin bond had been strong and pristine
but afterward tainted by the pain of her brother's loss due to the breakage
of his own imzadi bond. This was a crucial point and the future strain a
critical component.
He walked out and looked around but his mind wasn't on what he was seeing
but feeling. Yes, this was where the familial bond was strongest. Sever it
here and the memory of the pain she would endure in the future through her
brother would fade and eventually disappear. This would leave her with
pleasant memories to replace the bond without destroying the feeling of
closeness with him. To go all the way to the source of the twin bond and
sever it would leave her feeling empty as though a major organ had been
removed.
And the source of the imzadi bond was close by as well. From this memory it
would be easy to find. "Two birds with one stone." His muttered words as he
sat in the chair in the garden weren't heard by Sy or carried back through
the mental connection.
He walked up to the young girl that was Sy and stepped into her vision,
getting her attention. Stayed there until she looked into his eyes and
forgot the pain, the heartbreak and the grief. Stood before her as he
severed the familial bond and cauterized it with a soothing projection and
remained there until sure it would cause her no more issues. Ensured that
it would never reopen because it had ceased to exist at this memory.
Then he smiled at the young Sy, turned and left the memory.
Riven was now at the source of the Imzadi bond, it didn't exist in a
memory, wasn't exposed to his vision yet he saw it in a way if one can
truly 'see' without vision through the eye of the mind. Somewhere among the
neural pathways of her brain like an opened, exposed wound that triggered
the pain centers of her telepathic abilities. Raw and bleeding it lay
before him. This was what he had come here for, the other bond had been
icing on the cake.
He stepped up to it and reached out with his senses, sensing its shape,
form and expanse. This was no physical wound but mental and it was thought
sharpened by decades of training and experience that he used to close it.
This was mind healing at its most basic, taking a mental wound and healing
it with the innate abilities that only a few were capable of.
And when he was done it no longer bled. Was no longer raw. It was not
scabbed over but healed and whole. And only when he was satisfied that his
work was one hundred percent complete did he rise back through her memories
until he was once again seated in a chair in the garden on Mars.
He opened his eyes and looked over at his patient. ::It is done Sy. Are you
ready to separate?::
:: I do not hurt. I am afraid to hurt again.:: Sy swayed lightly on the
chair across from him, still in a timeless state, unaware of how many hours
had passed.
::I am going to lower the telepathic shields slowly. I want you to follow
it with me until it is completely gone. I will be here if you need me. I'm
not going to leave you alone in this. Will you trust me?::
Did she trust him? Not easily but she trusted Alaya and Alaya trusted him.
::All right.:: She was not sure she could manage shielding herself
currently but she was game to try. She rather liked not hurting. It was a
pleasant change for once. ::Talk me through it.::
::Just follow me with your mind. See how I am doing just as I said? I'm not
dropping our mental shielding completely but a little bit at a time. If you
feel the need to snatch it up again for your own protection you can take
your part from me. But you won't need to. Both bonds have been taken care
of, the imzadi and the twin bond. Remain ready but don't take it up unless
you need to. Agreed?::
She was confused. Taken care of? She was unsure that was true. She took a
deep breath, ::Agreed.:: And followed where he led.
Alaya watched from the outside, having seen the memories and the way Riven
had handled severing the bonds. At adult onset the bond between twins
should have faded on it's own as the two grew separate. Except it had not
because Sienna had become everything her twin needed as he got mandatory
counseling but she had not. That was something that needed to change. For
future patients.
As Sienna's breathing deepened and became more regular, Alaya smiled gently
as Sy's focus turned outwards.
"This is the most relaxed I have ever seen you." Alaya spoke gently. She
looked over at Riven.
Riven was drained but happy as he leaned back in the chair and closed his
eyes then he opened them again and turned to Alaya. "What time is it? It
looks like midafternoon."
"1548." She spoke out loud, gently. "Sy?" Alaya prompted. Sienna had
reached down for her drink which she had swallowed before Alaya could say
anything. The once hot Monstrosity was now a cold, sad sludge of awful. Sy
coughed on the thickness of the liquid, accepting the container of water
Alaya passed first to her, then one to Riven.
Sienna drank the water. Straight. She would have drank the sludge straight
had it been the only liquid in reach.
Her telepathic senses felt a bit raw but not painful. "Why, I guess where
did the time go?" She tried to remember what had happened but it seemed a
bit of a blur and she was not sure she wanted to.
"I feel kind of raw right now, I know that we should continue but I am not
sure I want to?" Which was about as assertive as off duty Sy got.
Riven chuckled. "Oh no! We are done for the day. I had two goals and both
have been accomplished. What you need right now young lady are food and
sleep in that order. Your doctor now prescribes a hot meal if you can
finish eating it before you pass out. The thing that will take off the raw
edge is sleep and lots of it." He leaned forward and his eyes twinkled.
"You won't need sedatives this time. Tomorrow we will take a shuttle to
Earth. If Q decides to put in an appearance I want to be there to back you
up. After that we will start working on the PTSD. So if you agree to that
I'll set us up for the trip for tomorrow at say 1100?"
The relief on her features was apparent. "Thank you, I appreciate that. I
am nervous about dealing with Q and I know he is planning something.
Unpleasant. It is always unpleasant. " She tried to stand, but caught
herself. "Not used to this position." She managed to stand but waited for
the field to be rescinded so she could leave.
Riven turned off the field, stood up and stretched then called the security
team in to take everything down. He hadn't been joking about having an ace
up his sleeve in case of Q's meddling and if the trickster decided to
renege on the agreement he had made with Sy he would find out to his sorrow
what that ace was.
He lifted his arms. "Shoo ladies, It's time for a well deserved break. I
will see you tomorrow at 1100."
He walked away with a beaming smile.
(Reply: Any who may want to walk through the garden)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven)
And Melinda G (Sienna and Alaya)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 0805) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 22:59:46 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day:2
Stardate: 2445.09.22
(USS Illiminar -- Personal Quarters -- Deck 2 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice --
0805)
Quinna spent some time in sickbay. She looked around to make a to-do list,
as sickbay had seen more than its fair share of business lately. When she
finished she made her way to her quarters. Ander was supposed to be coming
by and they had over 20 years of catching up to do.
She just finished making the Spaghetti when the door chimed. Ther stood
her old friend with flowers in hand. She invited him in and announced that
dinner was ready. Quinna took the flowers and put them in water. ?So?
There is so much to catch up on.? Quinna said as she returns to the
table. She sat down as they ate dinner and talked. After dinner, Quinna
and Ander moved to the couch as they played cards and continued to catch
up. At one point, they agreed that one thing they wanted to do was to find
the wreckage of their parent?s ship.
At one point the two became closer as Ander gave Quinna a kiss, He left
and she fell asleep. The next morning, Quinna awoke. She felt good about
the previous evening. She thought about the kiss. It was hard to thinking
of Ander and kissing him. They just reunited. Quinn took the blanket off
of her and folded it. As Quinna moved to clear the table, she was frozen
in place. She saw her messy plate. She was quite a messy eat. She then
looked at Anders perfectly full plate. The utensils were clean and never
moved. She swore she saw him eat. She wrote it off that she did not pay
attention, but then why would she have a vase full of water on the table.
(Reply None)
(Played by Kris)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 0900) Pilot Vic "Raid" Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 21:16:17 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Facility ? Office of Dr. Charles Kroger ? Pilot Ensign Vic ?Raid?
Montero ? 0900)
Bebe had recovered nicely at the hands of Dr. Solice.The wounds were
mostly superficial, but the concussion had been a concern.After
returning to the Illuminar, he rarely left her side until she regained
consciousness.It still took the persuasion of the counseling team to get
him to leave.
Fortunately, while under warp, there was little for the pilot to
do.Other than think and overthink things.He had sent a request ahead,
and he was able to get an appointment with Dr. Kroger.Vic had worked
with him in the past, after losing Bulldog, so he had history.Perhaps he
could get the Doc to submit the annual psych eval to the Illuminar
Councilors, so he didn?t have to work with them.
After planning with Gunsmoke to meet up in a couple of days, he caught
the shuttle to Mars, checked into the BOQ, and hit the entertainment
district for some distractions.Mostly he was bored with the events,
nothing really held the thrill like flying did.He did get into a few
dart games, winning some and losing others.
He called it an early night and was in his bunk before 2300.He hoped to
get a few hours? sleep before the alarm would ring at 0500.He was
planning to join the pilot morning workout.Be good to be with fellow pilots.
Tossing and turning, he finally found rest at about 0200, and the alarm
rang all to soon.Vic got out of his bed slowly, got dressed into his
workout gear and was down with the other pilots at 0530.
Two hours later, and four full circuits of the exercises.All his muscles
ached, clearly he?d been slacking on the Illuminar, and he?s have to
change that. Heading back to his quarters, he showered and slipped into
a clean uniform before heading over to the mess.
At 0855, he stood outside the door of Dr. Kroger, ready for anything.He
walked through the door and let the man at the front know he was here
for an appointment.
A second door opened a few minutes later and the balding Dr. Kroger
called out.?Come on in Vic.?
Vic entered the room.?Looks like you upgraded since I was here last time.?
?Well, you?ve been out on the fringe for a while.What brings you in today??
?Well Doc, I was hoping I could get you to do my annual assessment while
we were here.You know me, so it makes it easier than having to go
through the whole story with someone new.?
?I can file a report with,? he looked at his PADD, ?The Illuminar, but
the councilor team there may wish to have a discussion. Just to get to
know you.It?s not like you can stop by when things get rough.?
Vic shrugged, ?Fair enough, Doc.Guess you are right. ?
?So back to the question, what brings you in Vic?Are you sleeping ok??
?I get enough time in bed.I push myself in the simulator to keep my
skills up.It?s frustrating being on a starship that lacks fighter
complement, so I?m reduced to shuttles,? he replied.
?That was a condition of your demotion, as I recall.How does that make
you feel??
?It still chaffs.I did what I could, trying to stop the worst day from
becoming even more worse.We did what was expected, and saved a lot of
lives,? Vic said, his eyes closed.
?And yet, they found you guilty??
?Yea, for disobeying orders, of all things.I was taught that an officer
was supposed to use his judgement.?
?Well,? Kroger replied, ?Did you consider that there was a strategy and
you were needed to execute it??
?They could have said something more than a RTB order.?
?How is this affecting your current posting?? Kroger asked.
?Fine, I guess.Had to do a hot pickup of the Captain and some
officers.That went well, but I did a bit of showboating, which the FXO
found out about.She and I had a bit of a palaver, so I think things are
ok.Second mission was a bit hot and heavy, my copilot got injured.She?s
ok now, but it was touch and go for a bit.?
?That sounds difficult, what did you do??
?Doc, you know that I?m not good with this.I was horrified that I might
lose a copilot.She?s pretty good with the stick.If it wasn?t for that
freak neutron field?.?
?Vic, have you ever sat back and looked at these seminal episodes in
your life and career?You take the weight of the world on your shoulder
when many things were out of your control.?
?I could have been more forceful with the diplomats on Casperia Prime??
he began.
?Seriously?Are you hearing yourself?You can?t beat yourself up.Can?t
blame yourself.? Kroger said.?I am sure you?re still suffering
nightmares from the battle over Earth.I have seen the record; you were
truly heroic.And commanders lose men, but they all volunteered and knew
the risks.You have to learn from that Vic, or you?ll be paralyzed with
fear and be the only 20-year Ensign.Even Harry Kim eventually got promoted?
Vic had to chuckle at that. ?OK Doc, what do I do??
?You?re not going to like it Vic.Not one bit.You need to start seeing
someone on a more regular basis.I?ll clear you for duty, but my
recommendation will be that you start weekly sessions.You need to get
over your superman complex.You can?t fix everything; some things are out
of your control.You need to learn to let go and move on.It won?t be
easy; it won?t be without pain.But don?t you think Bulldog and the
others would want you to move on.So there was someone like you who COULD
lead a squadron.You?re needed Vic, and you?re letting those who fought
with you down.?
Vic sat there, looking at the Doc.?Why didn?t you say so before?What I
have been paying you for these sessions??
Kroger chuckled, ?Well, Star Fleet pays me, and you weren?t ready for
it.Not till now.This new copilot has you fired up for some reason.You
need to use that energy to get better.You?ll not forget them, but you?ll
honor them.?
Vic blinked a few tears away.?Thanks Doc,? he said as he stood up to leave.
?You got this Ensign.I am sure you can do it.You?ve fought tough
physical battles before.The mental ones are the toughest.Never give up.
Never surrender.?
Vic shook the doctors hand and left the medical complex.He started
wandering and thinking.
(Reply none, unless you want to run into Vic)
(Posted by Tim)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-0930)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 03:07:56 -0600
NRPG: Tsalagihi Ayehli is "The Cherokee Nation" in our native American
tongue.
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Introspection: Part 1
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 0930)
She was in a rented vehicle miles from the center of the city although that
term was a bit misleading. Tahlequah had never been more than a large town
with miles upon miles of broken country around it. The term came from being
the capitol and center of a people and culture.
The fields she was passing alternated between wheat and millet which were
nearly ready to harvest. Corn had passed its growing season months ago and
been gathered. And that's not the corn often seen allowed to stand in
fields until it was dried and withered for other purposes but succulent
stalks with ripe green ears, the kernels sweet and juicy.
Millet had the name of maise in many southern areas around the continent
but it was a misnomer, maise being the native american word for corn. Small
and hard the red kernels were routinely used as feed for livestock and the
plants normally grew no taller than the knee with stalks sprouting above
that upon which the heads heavy with seed protruded.
She turned onto a gravel road and accelerated toward the small house in the
distance. This area was rough with scrub brush, trees and rocky mounds on
both sides but the domicile was set in a cleared area among verdant
greenery, trees and wildflowers.
She pulled up before the house and got out of the vehicle. She was dressed
in denim trousers, a loose fitting blouse of light pink and wearing rounded
toed boots. Her long hair stirred with the light westerly breeze which
carried only a hint of warmth at this early hour. Within a month winds from
the north would be bringing cold and snow.
The house was simple, its exterior of horizontal boards and with a shingle
roof. Two redbone hounds came bounding up baying warningly until they
identified her scent then began pushing at her legs and hands with cold
noses. She smiled and petted Jarrey on the side, the slaps making muted
thumps that gave off a sound like a drumbeat. Moss she scratched under the
chin then stroked the fur of his neck. Both dogs, delighted with the
company then bounded before her with playful, deep throated barks.
She walked around the outside of the house to the back. Jason Red Feather
was where she expected him to be, sitting in a chair on the back deck with
a covered cooler beside him and a bottle of beer in his hand. He took a
long swallow before addressing her.
"Good morning girl who rides the whirlwind. You have been gone for a long
time. It is good to see you among us once more." He waved her closer and
opened the cooler, took another beer from the ice and offered it to her.
She accepted the bottle and sat down in one of the other chairs before
twisting off the lid. Ice still clung to the outside and when she took a
drink it was so cold it seemed to burn her throat for an instant.
"Thank you. This is good."
He smiled. "One of life's pleasant past times. Where have you been and what
brings you to my house?"
She took another gulp then turned her attention to the medicine chief of
the wolf clan of the Cherokee nation. He wasn't wizened and white haired
being only in his late forties but his dark brown eyes were deep pools
holding secrets and wisdom only he understood. His hair was almost shoulder
length and black as coal and his broad nose tapered like a hawk's beak.
"I have been in space as you have no doubt heard and just returned for a
few days of leave. As for why?," she looked away then back, "... the wolf
spirit began coming to me six months ago in visions and showing me things I
did not understand. I was a pilot and a commander of pilots at the time. In
the final vision the spirit showed me the path I must travel so I moved to
the ship and became its senior flight officer. Only?."
"Only what?" He took another drink as he awaited her reply.
"I do not understand the other things it showed me."
"Tell me then what you saw." He set the bottle down and folded his hands
over his belt buckle.
"Many fires burning in the distance all around the shelf of rock upon which
I stood. They blazed higher in later visions until the sky turned orange
with their light. Until it seemed the whole of the land would be consumed
by them."
He turned his eyes from her and looked upward for a moment as he considered
her words. "When was the last vision?"
"Four months ago. When I knew where my path would take me the visions
ended. I have been too busy since then to do my meditations."
He nodded. "The spirits tell us of things to come and our place in them.
You did well to go where you were shown. The rocky outcropping is the place
of self. It could be a physical place or not. Did you start there?"
She shook her head. "No. I ran through snow between many tall evergreens
before coming to it and the climb was hard."
"A place then. But where? The only way to know is to call the spirit and
when it comes perhaps it will show you. But the fires are certainly
troubles which it has called you to face."
He lowered his eyes and looked at her soberly for a moment. "Return
tomorrow night at dusk and we will call the wolf spirit."
She knew of what he spoke and nodded. "I will prepare."
He smiled. "My brothers and their wives are not busy as the fields are not
fully ripe yet. You came at a good time. We will have a big cookout first."
She smiled then as well. This would be a meal worth remembering.
The back door opened and his wife Lackawanna poked her head out. "Visitors
so early?" She then smiled at Tempest.
"Yes wife, call the wives of my brothers and uncles. We will call upon the
spirits tomorrow night."
She smiled broadly then giggled girlishly. "At once husband." The door
remained ajar as she hurried away.
Tempest rose and gulped down the rest of the beer before thanking the
medicine chief and leaving. She must purify herself to be ready for the
ceremony. She drove to her parents home with as much speed as was safe.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: (02, 1000) Assistant Security Officer Ensign Keung Lee)
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 18:08:59 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base?Starfleet Security Training Faculty ? Assistant Security Officer Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
Starfleet operates a Security Training Facility which is a several kilometres below the surface of Mars It is a huge complex of underground buildings and gathered in the auditorium were two hundred senior security officers and other Starfleet personnel who received invitations to attend an important briefing! Ensign Keung Lee had received his invitation on his Padd when he returned to his hotel after the guided tour of Mars. An invitation was usually translated as an ?order to attend? with no indication of an apology to show that he was on leave!
Keung sat towards the back of the auditorium so he could have a good view of the platform as well as he liked to call it ?people watch!? The assembled consisted of a wide range of different races from all over the Federation. Most of them were wearing ear pieces. Keung assumed that that they would hear whatever going to be said in their own languages. He noticed translation booths as he came in. As far as he could worked out, he might be the the only representative from the Illuminar. He couldn?t see any other senior officer but in a crowd like this it would be difficult to see especially as the auditorium was in semi-darkness. . Apart from greeting the SOs on his right and left, he didn?t say anything preferring to absorb the atmosphere of the room. He also spotted others who did not wear the uniform of a Starfleet officer but were senior officers of Starships. The platform had a single lectern with the backdrop of a very large flag representing the Federation. It consisted of a blue background with a white seal of the Federation above the words "UNITED FEDERATION of PLANETS.". On either side of the platform were large monitors which at the moment showed a smaller image of the Federation flag!!
The talking in the auditorium reduced to a buzz than silence as a tall bearded human dressed in an Admiral uniform appeared on stage carrying a PADD. Keung recognised him from photographs as Admiral Terrace Galway, head of Starfleet Security. The screens on either side showed the Admiral. Without any sort of introduction, he began
?Since its foundation, Starfleet has explored the galaxy and colonised many planets.? Galway began in a monotone voice which Keung instantly realised was not a very good presenter! For fifteen minutes the Admiral talked about the history of space exploration, what was discovered and planets that been colonised. Keung threshold of concentration began to wane and he was bored. And the last thing he needed was a rambling history talk. As an experience speaker himself, Keung thought he could do better.
The Admiral smiled, as the audience stirred impatiently. Ignoring them, he went on. "Funny isn't it. You fly around in ships that have sufficient weaponry to lay waste to a planet ? not much of a peaceful message, it it? When we've had to, we have fought and we have bled and we have suffered, but it's because we have found something that's worth fighting for... worth suffering for and, yes, worth dying for it." And we've also found that the hope we come to the stars for must be tempered with a willingness to defend what we have, because if we don't, there are plenty of people all over the galaxy who'd be more than happy to take it away from us
. .
"Why doesn't he get on with it?" whispered the Security officer sitting next to Keung. Keung nodded in agreement
Almost as if Admiral Galway had heard the question, he said, "Let me get to the point?You were summoned to this briefing for a reason.
He paused for a moment allowing those members of the audience who had seem to lost the will to live to look in expectation. He raised his voice and the monotone voice disappeared.
"Every starship has enough firepower to reduce a planetary civilization to rubble in a matter of hours/. Sometimes we need subtler means to accomplish our goals, such as the exploration of derelict hulks impervious to scans, or the rescue of headstrong Away Teams lost in hostile terrain, or providing for the security of starship captains whose duties require them to step out of the safety of meeting halls."
I want to introduce to you all a new state of the art weapon developed and built by the Weapons and Tactical Division designed for once..? The admiral grinned ?Not for the benefit of the marine corp. ?This is for the exclusive use of crews serving on Starships with the focus on the wearers being the Security officers.
Suddenly a spotlight pointed to the back of the platform where a well-armed armoured figure walked to towards the middle of the platform. The flag on the screen behind the Admiral disappeared to be replaced by the image of the armoured figure
"What you see here," said Admiral Galway, "is a body-sized chassis of light armour and equipment over an exoskeleton, with form-fitting temperature-controlled bodysuits and full servo, electronics and augmentation suite as advanced as we can create."
A ripple of impressed murmurs swept through the audience as the Admiral continued.
"It is designed to be an all-terrain, all-weather suit This includes a complete life-support system which can run independently for eight hours before recharging, and the recycle unit replenishes itself naturally over 24 hours inside a breathable atmosphere. In addition, the suit provides full protection from gases, vacuum and hard radiation.
The fully integrated helmet has inbuilt 360-degree multi-spectrum HUD visor. You can also operate the helmet in voice command mode.and built in built-in wideband communications. A control device is installed into the left sleeve of the suit includes a built-in flashlight."
However this suit does not allow you to fly through the gravity pull of a planet. Neither can you sky dive in an atmosphere otherwise it would drop like a stone.
The admiral continued, "There are camouflage holoemitters located around the suit, Anyone looking at you will see the image projected by the emitters, and in a pinch, can be modified to project a force field around the area concealed by the hologram ? although, given the rate of energy drain. I wouldn't advise using this except in the gravest emergencies. This is a prototype and still undertaking tests!?
Keung was more than impressed although wearing something like this would require proper training. He wondered if anyone has written the instructions!
Keung heard a voice from the front row and he can see a hand raised. ?What about training instructions for using the armoured power suit use?? Well at least someone has asked that question.
The Admiral ?Full instructions are available but we have to make sure that anyone who not been properly trained and certified for power suit operations should not be allowed to use one. Directives will be given to starship captains who will asked to nominate crewmembers to receive initial training in power suit use, and in turn, these crews will train others aboard their respective ships. We will roll out a training programme as soon as the trials are finished which is likely to be in the next few months. ?
Admiral Galway looked around the auditorium. ?I won?t take any more of your time here and I finish now. We have ten prototypes armoured power suits available to look at and we have wearers who can demonstrate their functions. If you want to see them, please make your way to the Archer Room. Dismissed.?
Keung looked at his watch, wondering if he had the time to go. It was going to be a scrum as he noticed especially as he noticed some of the warrior races such as the Klingons rapidly making their way out of the auditorium. Oh well, I go and find somewhere to eat instead.
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ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: (02, 1000) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee)
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 19:25:04 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base?Starfleet Security Training Faculty ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee -1000)
Starfleet operates a Security Training Facility which is several kilometres below the surface of Mars It is a huge complex of underground buildings and gathered in the auditorium were two hundred senior security officers and other Starfleet personnel who received invitations to attend an important briefing! Ensign Keung Lee had received his invitation on his Padd when he returned to his hotel after the guided tour of Mars. An invitation was usually translated as an ?order to attend? with no indication of an apology to show that he was on leave!
Keung sat towards the back of the auditorium so he could have a good view of the platform as well as he liked to call it ?people watch!? The assembled consisted of a wide range of different races from all over the Federation. Most of them were wearing ear pieces. Keung assumed that that they would hear whatever going to be said in their own languages. He noticed translation booths as he came in. As far as he could worked out, he might be the only representative from the Illuminar. He couldn?t see any other senior officer but in a crowd like this it would be difficult to see especially as the auditorium was in semi-darkness. Apart from greeting the SOs on his right and left, he didn?t say anything preferring to absorb the atmosphere of the room. He also spotted others who did not wear the uniform of a Starfleet officer but were senior officers of Starships. The platform had a single lectern with the backdrop of a very large flag representing the Federation. It consisted of a blue background with a white seal of the Federation above the words "UNITED FEDERATION of PLANETS.". On either side of the platform were large monitors which at the moment showed a smaller image of the Federation flag!!
The talking in the auditorium reduced to a buzz than silence as a tall bearded human dressed in an Admiral uniform appeared on stage carrying a PADD. Keung recognised him from photographs as Admiral Terrace Galway, head of Starfleet Security. The screens on either side showed the Admiral. Without any sort of introduction, he began
?Since its foundation, Starfleet has explored the galaxy and colonised many planets.? Galway began in a monotone voice which Keung instantly realised was not a very good presenter! For fifteen minutes the Admiral talked about the history of space exploration, what was discovered and planets that been colonised. Keung threshold of concentration began to wane and he was bored. And the last thing he needed was a rambling history talk. As an experience speaker himself, Keung thought he could do better.
The Admiral smiled, as the audience stirred impatiently. Ignoring them, he went on. "Funny isn't it. You fly around in ships that have sufficient weaponry to lay waste to a planet ? not much of a peaceful message, it it? When we've had to, we have fought and we have bled and we have suffered, but it's because we have found something that's worth fighting for... worth suffering for and, yes, worth dying for it." And we've also found that the hope we come to the stars for must be tempered with a willingness to defend what we have, because if we don't, there are plenty of people all over the galaxy who'd be more than happy to take it away from us
. .
"Why doesn't he get on with it?" whispered the Security officer sitting next to Keung. Keung nodded in agreement
Almost as if Admiral Galway had heard the question, he said, "Let me get to the point?You were summoned to this briefing for a reason.
He paused for a moment allowing those members of the audience who had seem to lost the will to live to look in expectation. He raised his voice and the monotone voice disappeared.
"Every starship has enough firepower to reduce a planetary civilization to rubble in a matter of hours/. Sometimes we need subtler means to accomplish our goals, such as the exploration of derelict hulks impervious to scans, or the rescue of headstrong Away Teams lost in hostile terrain, or providing for the security of starship captains whose duties require them to step out of the safety of meeting halls."
I want to introduce to you all a new state of the art weapon developed and built by the Weapons and Tactical Division designed for once..? The admiral grinned ?Not for the benefit of the marine corp. ?This is for the exclusive use of crews serving on Starships with the focus on the wearers being the Security officers.
Suddenly a spotlight pointed to the back of the platform where a well-armed armoured figure walked to towards the middle of the platform. The flag on the screen behind the Admiral disappeared to be replaced by the image of the armoured figure
"What you see here," said Admiral Galway, "is a body-sized chassis of light armour and equipment over an exoskeleton, with form-fitting temperature-controlled bodysuits and full servo, electronics and augmentation suite as advanced as we can create."
A ripple of impressed murmurs swept through the audience as the Admiral continued.
"It is designed to be an all-terrain, all-weather suit This includes a complete life-support system which can run independently for eight hours before recharging, and the recycle unit replenishes itself naturally over 24 hours inside a breathable atmosphere. In addition, the suit provides full protection from gases, vacuum and hard radiation.
The fully integrated helmet has inbuilt 360-degree multi-spectrum HUD visor. You can also operate the helmet in voice command mode.and built in built-in wideband communications. A control device is installed into the left sleeve of the suit includes a built-in flashlight."
However this suit does not allow you to fly through the gravity pull of a planet. Neither can you sky dive in an atmosphere otherwise it would drop like a stone.
The admiral continued, "There are camouflage holoemitters located around the suit, Anyone looking at you will see the image projected by the emitters, and in a pinch, can be modified to project a force field around the area concealed by the hologram ? although, given the rate of energy drain. I wouldn't advise using this except in the gravest emergencies. This is a prototype and still undertaking tests!?
Keung was more than impressed although wearing something like this would require proper training. He wondered if anyone has written the instructions!
Keung heard a voice from the front row and he can see a hand raised. ?What about training instructions for using the armoured power suit use?? Well at least someone has asked that question.
The Admiral ?Full instructions are available but we have to make sure that anyone who not been properly trained and certified for power suit operations should not be allowed to use one. Directives will be given to starship captains who will asked to nominate crewmembers to receive initial training in power suit use, and in turn, these crews will train others aboard their respective ships. We will roll out a training programme as soon as the trials are finished which is likely to be in the next few months. ?
Admiral Galway looked around the auditorium. ?I won?t take any more of your time here and I finish now. We have ten prototypes armoured power suits available to look at and we have wearers who can demonstrate their functions. If you want to see them, please make your way to the Archer Room. Dismissed.?
Keung looked at his watch, wondering if he had the time to go. It was going to be a scrum as he noticed especially as he noticed some of the warrior races such as the Klingons rapidly making their way out of the auditorium. Oh well, I go and find somewhere to eat instead.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1050) ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2020 10:45:30 -0500
NRPG:If you want to meet it, you can see the draft
here:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XGfW3073vniSMTZMitkVeskCUCDCsLi6eAnYt9EYRIw/edit?usp=sharing
Mission:Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Fabrication Facility - ACO Lieutenant (jg)
Dieter Gregory ? 1050)
Gregory had a troubled sleep.Seeing the Bajoran again, days after
leaving Bajor space really freaked him out.It disturbed his thinking.
The visage, for lack of better word, disappeared after a minute or so.
Gregory got up and scanned the room, but there was nothing, no residual
particles or anything.Clearly a figment of his imagination.Going back to
bed, he tossed and turned the rest of a sleepless night.
Sleeping through his alarm, he finally got up around 7 am.Good think he
was more or less on shore leave.
After a good run and shower, Gregory emerged, heading to the fabrication
facility.Since he had time off, getting the SPOTS project completed with
the resources of Utopia would make it a lot easier than the resources on
the Illuminar.
Entering the facility, he marveled at the size of the operation.He
walked over to what appeared to be the central office where a few folks
were milling around.
?Hello, I?m Lieutenant Gregory, operations, from the USS Illuminar.I?ve
a small project I was hoping I could work on here while the ship is in
for upgrades,? he said to the gaggle of people.
A tall woman broke from the pack.?Hello Lieutenant.I?m Akimoto Ishi, in
charge of projects here,? She pointed to a chair across from a desk.?So
tell me about this project.?
Gregory took a seat, ?Well Lieutenant Akimoto,?
She held up her hand, ?Ishi, please, we?re a bit informal here.?
?Of course, Ishi, please call me Dieter.My project, you see, is designed
to help operations maintain the ship in good order.Sniff out small
problems before they can become larger and such.It came out of my time
on Deep Space 9 and would be useful for both engineers and operations
teams.?
He handed over a PADD, ?Here are the specifications.As you can see, it?s
not a large system.I need to fabricate the exterior and some of the
specialized cards for the system.I?m hoping to use some of the automated
code generation tools to get the basic programing done.I?m sure I?ll be
tweaking it on the Illuminar after it?s finished, but building a
prototype would be ideal.?
Akimoto took the PADD and reviewed the specifications.She came to the
schematic and started laughing.?You want to build a dog to help you??
?I call it SPOTS ? Specialized Portable Operations Troubleshooting
System.Smaller than a humanoid, can get to places easier and
faster.Multiwavelenght sensors to see things we can?t, an augmented
scanned, since the ears are farther apart than on a standard tricorder,
we get improved resolution.Networked in so it is able to operate
remotely.And a small replicator to create small parts as needed in the
field,? Gregory said proudly.
?I will give you this Dieter, it?s original,? Ishi said. ?You can take
design bay 7, which will allow you to upload the design and start
fabrication.There is also a programming station there, so good luck.
?Thank you Ishi.?
?When you have a break, Dieter, come look me up.I?d like to hear about
how things are in the field.It?ll help me organize tasks here and try to
prepare for the future.?
Gregory nodded, ?I?d like that.?
Standing up, the two shook hands as Dieter headed over to the designed
design bay.
Connecting the PADD to the interface, he began to work.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1100) Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 15:25:47 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1100)
Vic grabbed a space on a transport and headed over to the Pilot Training
Ground, hoping to talk his way into some training.It would be fun to do
some proper flying and maybe some tag with fellow pilots.
He entered the complex.No matter how many times he was here, it still
gave him the chills.To fly was to be free of the shackles of
gravity.From Icarus to the Wright Brothers, Armstrong to Cochran, names
of the men and women who paved the way for man to break free of a
terrestrial life and live among the stars.
The memories of Bulldog?s funeral came flooding back.The words of John
Magee, a Canadian fighter pilot from the 20^th century filling his ear.
/Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth/
/And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;/
/Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth/
/Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things/
/You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung/
/High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there/
/I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung/
/My eager craft through footless halls of air./
/Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,/
/I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace/
/Where never lark, or even eagle flew -/
/And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod/
/The high untresspassed sanctity of space,/
/Put out my hand and touched the face of God. /
He walked over to the memorial that was kept there to remind everyone of
the sacrifice they may have to pay.Sitting down, he tried to reflect on
what the Doctor had said.Was he worthy to command a squadron?Could he do it?
Who was he letting down?Who was he disappointing?Star Fleet had given
him everything.He wasn?t smart like his family, not science smart, but
he had always been nimble, agile.It was probably time to act like an
officer he wanted to be led by, not a hotshot flyboy.
Standing up, he moved closer to the statue there.Three figures, all in
pilot?s gear, looking to the stars.On the pedestal, the words ?Ad Astra
Per Aspera?.
Vic knelt down, running his hands over the engraved words.~To the stars
through hardship indeed~ he thought.
He had suffered hardship, a lot of it of his own making.His emotions, a
prison to wallow in.Doctor Kroger was right, he needed to step up and
honor those he flew with.Those who gave their all, their last full
measure of devotion to the idea and ideals of Star Fleet and the
Federation.
Standing up, he started to head to the exit.He was in no mood to fly,
not till he cleared his head.Walking out of the training grounds, he
felt a weight was lifted.Perhaps it was a good day.The road was not
going to be easy, but Vic was resolved.
(Reply ? none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1115) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 16:15:51 -0500
NRPG - Forgive any issues with the French.? I use Google Translate since
I don't speak the language.
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(The Canton Bar ? Mars Colony ? Sec PO3 Hercules Devers ? 11:15)
The morning had been quiet.With no ships routine to follow he slept in
till after 7 am, Devers hit the gym hard.He never liked to show off, but
he?d devoted many years to lifting weights, so when he put 200 kilos on
the squat bar, people stopped to look.
After banging out a circuit, he moved over to a heavy bag to work on his
kicks and punches.Again, people seemed more interested in him than their
own workout.He heard a few whispers but ignored them.He was here to
train and that was his focus.
As he was gathering his things a man approached him. ?Hey there, nice
form.Good action.Are you fighting in the Mutai tomorrow?Be nice to see a
human kick some butt.?
Devers looked up and shrugged.?Just got here.On shore leave so don?t
plan to make any waves.I?m going enjoy the sights and sounds of Mars.?
The man chuckled, ?I am sure you are.Good luck to ya.?
Showered and dressed in casual shirt and pants, Devers headed over to
the bar to meet Gilbert and this Caliban.The bar was a couple of
kilometers from where he was staying, so he walked it. Nice to be able
to walk more than a few hundred meters at a time.
As usual, he was early.Ordering a club soda with a lime, he sat back and
listened.Nothing exciting going on.More Springball on the video
screens.He could never get into that game.It seemed so artificial.
Twenty minutes later, Gilbert walked in, outlandish as ever.With him was
a Cardassian, dressed as gaudy as Gilbert, sans the hat.The two make
their way over to the table with Devers.
?Caliban, meet Hercules Devers.He?s the guy I was telling you
about.Master of several combat techniques, a beast of man.Don?t discount
him for being short.He?s deceiving.?
Caliban gives him the once over.?You look possible.I run the Mutai, it?s
an underground traveling fight club.We pull into a place and arrange
several fights.It?s cage matches, two go in, one comes out.I haven?t had
a fighter death in at least a year.?
Devers looked Caliban over.?That?s a relief.I like breathing. ?
?I could use another fighter for tomorrows card.A fighter gets 50 slips
of Latium to walk into the ring.Winner gets another 5 strips.? Caliban
offered.
?Seems a bit low, if you ask me,? Devers replied. ?How about I get 5
strips if I lose and 1 bar if I win.?
Caliban chuckled.?I?ve seen vids of your fights.You are good, but how
much as Star Fleet impacted your fighting instinct.?
?It will cost you a bar of Latinum to see how much I?ve lost.?
Caliban chuckled, ?You are arrogant like Gilbert said.The crowd would
eat it up.Deal.?
Gilbert rubbed his hands together, ?Excellent, excellent.I knew we could
reach an arrangement.Tomorrow night then, I?ll make sure he shows up.?
Caliban smiled, ?See that he does.I will be about my business then.See
you tomorrow.?
With that the Cardassian got up and left the bar.?What is your cut??
Devers asked.
?Usual 20% will be fine.Do you have any vids on these fighters?It would
be nice to see their styles.?
Gilbert reached into his pocket and pushed an isolinear chip to Devers,
?Complete coverage of the last three fights.I think he?ll be putting you
against the Klingon, Trugoqa Qak.He is a brute, strong and loves the
headbutt.?
?Great, nothing like a head butt from a Klingon head.I?ll be avoiding
that.Time to do my research it seems.?
?Remember the great ones saying, ?Move like a butterfly and sting like a
bee,? Gilbert said.
?This ain?t boxing.My ancestor William Zabka once said ?Frappe en
premier.Frappen fort.Sans piti?.That will be the order of the day.?
Devers paid his bill and headed back to his quarters for a look see at
what he might be up against tomorrow.
(Reply none, unless you want to run into Devers)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1115)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2020 05:32:18 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Introspection: Part 2
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 1115)
The vehicle turned onto another gravel road and she drove down it slowly.
The countryside was much the same as near Jason Red Feather's home but
without the fields, instead brush and scrub trees pressed close to the road
and the area was hilly. The house lay at the end of a cul-de-sac off of the
main road which she turned onto. Her mother was home waiting for her, her
father in town and due back in the afternoon.
She turned onto the circular drive which was actually a ring made by
vehicles worn through the grass into the soil. The silver pickup she parked
beside was showing some age but she knew it was well maintained. The white
house was simple as could be expected but with pots containing herbs
hanging from the eaves along with two hummingbird feeders which were red
and the faces of the flowers yellow.
The front door opened and her mother stepped outside. She was dressed in
baggy trousers and a checkered flannel shirt. Her long hair was tied back
with a piece of rawhide string and lightly shot with gray. This could have
been any morning of Tempest's life, nothing had changed about her mother or
surroundings except for the lightening spots in her mothers dark hair.
They embraced for a moment before Shella stepped back to regard her
daughter with a critical eye. "Does StarFleet not feed you? You are thinner
than when you left home."
Tempest gave her a small smile, feeling somewhat pleasantly childish. "They
feed me well but I am in much better physical condition.
Her mother placed her fingers on Tempest's upper arms. "You are hard it is
true. Very muscular. You would not hold up well to a winter here though, I
would have to fatten you up."
Both women laughed and Tempest followed her into the house. It smelled of
earth and wood. Many plants grew in clay pots set in the windows. There was
also the smell of fresh leather. Tempest inhaled with relish, oh how she
had missed these smells! This was what home was meant to be like.
"Did you see the medicine chief?" Her mother called back as she went into
the kitchen.
"Yes. He will call the spirits tomorrow night." Tempest walked around the
living room, her eyes and nose devouring every detail of the room. There
were several thick rods stacked in a corner which smelled of oak, formerly
limbs the bark had been peeled away and they were ready for carving. A
dream catcher of brightly colored thread hung in another corner, three
feathers from the tail of a red-tailed hawk were tied to and hung below it.
"If you had come later it would have been too late, the nights are already
beginning to turn cool." Shella called from the kitchen. "They will be
harvesting next week. Do you want coffee?"
"Please." Tempest sat down on the couch, settled into the deep cushions and
closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them again as she smell of coffee
hit her nose. "How are the pulky men coming?"
"Your dad has several carved and in his workroom." Her mother appeared
carrying two mugs. Tempest took one and sipped it. A little sugar and cream
as she liked it.
Shella took a chair with worn cushions and looked her daughter over warmly.
"I am going to have to bring in my plants soon as well or lose them all
down to the roots. Did you bring your prayer dress with you?"
"It is in the car." She took another long sip.
"I have your bedroom ready."
"I can stay in town."
"You will do no such thing." Shella gave her a sharp frown. "You will only
be here a few days and you need the earth, it welcomes you back. You have
been gone too long and I intend to talk you into a coma." She smiled.
"Besides I have to make sure you get plenty to eat while you are here. What
do you eat in space anyway?"
"Molecularly reconstituted food mostly." Tempest smiled at her mothers
shudder. "A lot of it tastes decent but nothing like home."
"Well you will have beans, pork roast and fry bread tonight. I won't have
it said I didn't feed my daughter well. You look like you need some ice
cream and a brownie as well."
Tempest laughed and shook her head. "I will have to run miles to work that
off."
Her mother made a shocked sound of indignation. "You will be doing no such
thing! Your eyes are sunk in and dark as it is. Do you never get to sleep?"
Tempest closed them with a sigh and sank back then took another long sip
before answering. "It's not from a lack of sleep. It's stress and having to
always be alert and on edge. We can be wakened by an alert and when on
mission like at Bajor anything can happen and did. I'm over the pilots and
have to grade their performance when I'm not flying the ship. There are
reports to do, the problem with the flux capacitor after we left Mars,
monitoring the course and equipment and the planetary landing and take off.
Oh God was that stressful. And then running the new transwarp or subspace
tributary technology on the way back."
Her mother moved to the couch and put a hand on her shoulder. "I thought
Starships don't land on planets."
"This class of ship can and did. I know it was designed for it but putting
something that big on a planet's surface near to the capitol city." She
shook her head. "No amount of training prepares you for the actual thing. I
did it a hundred times in the holodeck but you know if you crash you'll do
it again until you get it right. But when it's for real.... well at least I
got the first time out of the way. From here on out I'm no longer a noob
and it will be easier."
Shella patted her shoulder. "You need food, rest, sleep and time to unwind.
Besides from what I hear those ships can be gone for months or years. I'm
keeping you close by until you have to leave. Unless you have a man waiting
for you?"
Tempest caught her mothers questioning look. "No I'm not in a relationship
or dating. Not yet."
"Then there's no need to argue. Bring your bags in when you feel like it.
Your room is even cleaner than you left it."
She nodded and took a long sip. "I will. I will need to meditate tonight."
"You can use your dads sweat lodge today. He will give you permission and
make sure you aren't disturbed. I have a good bundle of white sage to send
with you if you have none."
"I have a small bundle with more growing on the ship."
"Keep what you have, I have plenty. For now relax, enjoy your coffee and I
will make you as much as you want."
Tempest finished the cup and set it on a side table then closed her eyes.
Her mother was talking about her herbs and flowers, how the hummingbirds
had left for the year and she was about to take the feeders down, all
little things that were an integral part of her life. The smell of leather,
wood and earth soothed her nose. The couch was soft but underlying it all
was a feeling, a subliminal energy that coursed through her body. A power
sometimes called virtue which wasn't an emotion or mindset like people
thought. It was the kind of energy you read about in the Bible, it was like
being plugged into an electrical connection. The cells in her body, the
very atoms seemed to vibrate with it as it grew until the very air seemed
to buzz with it.
It was the land and the spirits welcoming her home. She kept her eyes shut
as she felt it grow within and around her, until her mothers voice seemed
to grow faint and distant, until the world went quiet and peaceful.
Shella looked over at her daughter mid sentence, stopped and smiled. She
quietly picked up the coffee mug and took it to the kitchen. The house was
cool so she took a light blanket to Tempest and tucked it carefully around
her sleeping daughter. Gently so as not to disturb her then returned to the
kitchen to set out the makings for dinner after she made herself a sandwich
for lunch. The days would pass quickly while Tempest was home and she was
going to make the most of every minute.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1230) Pilot Vic 'Raid' Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 12:47:39 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Facility ? Outside the Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid?
Montero ? 1230)
Vic walked out of the Training ground, his step light. The weight lifted
somewhat.He knew what he needed to do next.Find Gunsmoke and tell her
his story.She deserved to know.
He sent a quick note to Bebe to see if she could join him for a drink.He
headed over to the Canton Bar to wait. He ordered his usual peach ginger
glow water. As he sipped his drink, he kept turning over the
conversations he had had in his mind.
Gunsmoke entered the bar, dressed in civilian casual.Vic never realized
how attractive she was, he?d only seen her in uniform and flight suit,
not the most flattering .
He stood up and pulled out her chair for her and raised a finger to get
someone?s attention.
?Hey there Gunsmoke, you?re looking well,? he began as the server came over.
?I?ll have what he?s having,? Bebe said, ?Make it a double.?
?Same for me,? Vic added.
?So what?s the doc said?? he began.
?She wants to run another battery of tests before I?m fully cleared
again.Seems the explosion rattled me a bit more than I thought.?
Vic nodded as the drinks came.?Here?s to you, Gunsmoke,? he said, as he
raised his glass.
?You know Raid, I might almost give up drinking for this little mocktail
you turned me onto.?
He chuckled, ?I?ve been doing some thinking.Some thinking and
talking.Started with the Lieutenant, and well I went to a Counselor too.?
?The mighty Raid??
?Yea, laugh it up.It?s your fault, you know,? he replied, ?You asked me
why I was still an Ensign.Remember??
?Yea, and I?ve been waiting to hear the story.?
?Well, that?s why I called you here.You deserve to know the truth, and
what I want to do about it.And if, when I?m finished, you want another
co-pilot, I?ll totally understand.?
The server came over to take their orders and refresh their drinks
before disappearing again.
?My best mate through flight school was a brit named Sheridan Smyth.His
call sign was Bulldog.We were inseparable. We kept changing one and two
on the rankings.At graduation I had just edged him out.We entered the
fleet together, served in the same squadrons and such.Much alcohol and
shenanigans ensued.?
?Then Casperia Prime happened. We were both Lieutenants at this point,
and stationed there during the ceasefire, under the direct command of
the Diplomatic corp.That was the first mistake.The second came on a
?milk run?.The Chief Diplomat wanted us to fly him and the negotiation
party past one of the rebel strongholds, which was supposed to be disarmed.?
?It wasn?t and it was there that Bulldog was shot down and lost his
life.We had tried to convince the diplomats it was a stupid idea without
any luck, so I lost my best friend. I wouldn?t let the medical team
regenerate the burns I suffered trying to pull him out of the wreckage.
Those serve as a constant reminder of what I lost.?
Vic paused.Bebe noticed the tears in his eye and reached over to gently
dry them away.
Taking a drink, he continued, ?I gave up drinking when I got out of the
hospital.I also had been demoted because of some actions I took on the
chief diplomat.Let me tell you, knocking out a diplomat is not generally
career advancing. I still hold them in contempt for their lack of
listening and believing they are the most important thing in the Universe.?
?I bounced from assignment to assignment, the reckless daredevil who
could get things done no other pilot could, or would attempt. I did earn
that gold pip back, and was invited back to Earth as a guest
instructor.You were probably still in high school when the attacks of
Stardate 2443.09.11 occurred.?
Vic paused as the food arrived.
Once the server left, Bebe replied, ?Just stated my plebe year at the
academy, thank you very much.?
?OK, so you know some of what happened.I had some of the cadets out
doing tactical attack simulations when the first ships started to
appear. We were ordered home, to retreat when we were fully loaded and
on the font like.Those kids fought like hell.?He paused again, ?But for
all our success, we lost?. I lost? a bunch of good rookie pilots.When
the dust settled, I was demoted to Ensign, and the brass assigned me to
shuttle pilot service.?
Bebe nodded, ?I looked you up, just the public record, and you?ve
received some of the highest awards in Star Fleet.?
Vic took a drink before responding.?I?d trade any of those to have saved
those kids.Medals don?t mean anything.I was at the wrong place at the
right time and did my job.But that is history as well.?
?However, the Doc I went to today helped remind me that I was letting
myself down.If I didn?t achieve my full potential, I?d be letting those
kids and Bulldog down as well.Hell, even Lieutenant Gray Wolf said so,
not in so many words, but her look and demeanor at our last talk.?
?I have to better Bebe, I owe them that.Otherwise, what did I really
accomplish.How do I honor their memories by being a reckless moron?When
that panel exploded, I was afraid again.Afraid that I was bad luck to
those around me.But it?s time to change that around.?
Bebe got up, and gave Vic a big hug.?For a top-notch pilot, you?re an
idiot you know.I?ll fly with you anywhere, everywhere.Teach me, let me
learn.Let?s get your pips back.You?re the best flyer I?ve ever seen, and
you?ve been holding this pain in for too long.Maybe the Illuminar is
your road to redemption.?
Vic returned the hug, ?Thanks? Bebe.I needed you to know.Hell, you had a
right to know who you were flying with.?
She paused, looking at their half-eaten meals.?Come-on, let?s get out of
here.I have an idea.?
?Suits me,? he replied.
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2- 1300)- CO- Captain Sekal
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 03:08:52 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Utopia Planitia-- Administrative Complex -- Third Floor- CO- Captain
Sekal- 1300)
The Admiral's aide looked up as he approached and rose to her feet.
"Captain Sekal I'll notify the Vice-Admiral immediately that you are here.
Would you like something to drink?"
She brushed a bang of her copper colored hair to the side as he shook his
head.
"None is necessary, thank you."
Her eyes were as green as his he noted.
She touched the panel before her. "Admiral, Captain Sekal to see you."
=^= Send him in. =^=
She stood up and walked him to the door
He stepped through into his father's office. It had been restored and
immaculately cleaned before he had taken possession of it. At one time
almost the whole of the base had been run down and every corner of the
buildings contained either scrap, rubbish or dust. Most of the equipment
left behind had either fallen into neglect or was gutted due to the
Andorian purge.
The science annex had been Sekal's first priority upon arriving at Mars and
receiving his orders. Sorting through the remnants to find working
equipment or usable parts, detailing the staff to clean every office and
lab floor by floor, ordering replacements and getting the computer system,
environmental and communications working had been a monumental task. While
it had been dejunked and cleaned in a little over a week replacing all of
the diagnostic equipment had not been completed until after their return
from Trill.
While he had concentrated on the inside of the annex Sienna Williams-Verin
had taken the outside and restored the Arboretum to perhaps an even better
condition than it had been before the base had been abandoned.
The administrative complex was the largest building on the base and in some
measure reconditioning was still ongoing.
Vice-Admiral Saleke was perusing a document that was on his terminal
screen, reading, editing and polishing the report before forwarding it to
Earth. While technically his office was ON Earth and a part of the
StarFleet complex in San Francisco he spent most of his time here on Mars
due to the scope of the role he had taken.
The driver of current research and development was here due to the new
technologies introduced by the former science staff who now had the USS
Illuminar as their posting. Sekal, Sienna, Jaton Alyl and Stennin had all
contributed to the goals and technologies being developed and Sekal had
compiled them into near and long term targets to advance the fleet.
Illuminar and its new crystal drive which had also been installed on the
Republic had taken shape here along with the upgrades in command/control,
propulsion, computer components and offensive/defensive systems. As well
advancements which he had detailed the framework for were taking shape
here. The latter was the reason he had stopped by.
Several minutes elapsed before Saleke was satisfied and he sent the report
on then turned to his son who was standing at the window and looking over
the grounds. Except for the Arboretum which could not be seen from this
vantage point it was the same except for more foot and vehicle traffic.
"You came to inquire about the upgrades?"
Sekal nodded and turned his head. "I just returned from the ship and they
have been only slightly advanced. At the current rate we will miss our
scheduled departure."
"Your departure has been delayed." Saleke turned his chair and looked his
son over. He was no longer the ten year old he had taken aboard the VSRS
Sinya during his tenure with the Vulcan Defense Fleet nor the young man who
had left Vulcan for Mars for the opportunity to partake in the
revitalization of StarFleet. He had the bearing and confident manner of a
commander of ships and the maker of decisions that affected the lives on
them.
"The USS Tolliver is nearing completion and most of the engineering
complement was needed there. They will return to the Illuminar in two days
time. The phaser upgrades will be completed and tested before you depart.
Those installing the new shield emitters will be finished as per the
original schedule."
"What is the reason for the delay?" The Tolliver which was in its final
stage of build was a frigate, light, fast and heavily armed and shielded.
Larger ships would be built later, first the support vessels around them
would be developed. There were no current plans to rekindle the dreadnought
program unless needed. Classes akin to the old Galaxy and Sovereign should
be more than sufficient for Federation needs due to the enhanced power
supplies and there would be far fewer of them. Anything larger would be
earmarked for large scale rescue/evacuation. The Federation had learned a
valuable lesson, larger vessels placed a great strain on shipyards and
replacement capabilities.
Saleke stood and leaned against the desk. "A colony ship needs to be
diverted and negotiations for their newly targeted home have just
concluded. You will be taking aboard two special diplomatic envoys to treat
with the colonists. A full briefing is being prepared."
"Understood." Sekal turned and his left leg stiffened as he pushed off
causing him to favor it. This did not escape his father's notice, very
little did.
"Did you test the program?"
"I did." He replied. "I would like to continue it."
"I will have it uploaded to Illuminar today then under your profile. You
may continue using it on the base as you wish." Saleke turned his eyes to
the monitor as it beeped and read the short message, the report had been
received and was being reviewed.
"A question." Sekal had moved away from the window and approached the desk.
Saleke gave him his attention and nodded. His son looked ? uncertain.
"How did the Sehlat die in your scenario?"
Saleke folded his arms and regarded him keenly for an instant. "It did not
to my knowledge."
His reply was a raised eyebrow. "How then did?"
"How did I avoid it?"
Sekal nodded.
"I tore strips from the hem of my cloak as I moved and tied them to rock
outcroppings as I passed to confuse and distract it. I did not see it until
I was well down the cliff face and it had no way to reach me."
Sekal turned and moved back to the window then deeply in thought. He had
attempted to make use of his speed and mobility to leave the creature
behind which in retrospect was of little use against a fast and determined
predator. His father though slower had used the cunning and tactics which
he was well known for to avoid it altogether. His precautions had spared
the life of his pursuer while Sekal's thoughtlessness had caused its death.
And if he had been in command of the ship against an enemy in such a
scenario how many lives might have been lost?
Saleke joined him at the window then silently, his hands cupped at the
small of his back as he looked outward. He spoke after a moment.
"How did it die?"
Sekal's voice was even. "The slide of rocks on the southern face. It went
over with them as it tried to reach me."
"You did well to make it that far."
Sekal turned to regard him thoughtfully. "I attempted a non-violent
approach that was unsuccessful while your diversionary tactic was
flawlessly executed. That is a lesson I will not forget. It appears the
program will be beneficial in ways I had not expected. "
Saleke turned his head to him. "The IDIC applies in all situations. The
pattern does not change, only our actions within it and their consequences."
Sekal understood. "I believe you will not lack for things to teach me. Did
you use the tactic as a command officer?"
"On the maiden voyage of the Hades yes. We encountered a flotilla of
unknown alien ships, were attacked and sustained damage. The decoy tactic
allowed us to repair and formulate a successful counter-attack."
Saleke turned back to the window and his eyes followed a shuttle as it
lifted off and made for another part of the planet with cargo. "Age and
experience are effective teachers as well and you now have this experience
to draw upon."
He continued after a moment. "The photon torpedo complement on the
Illuminar is also due to be upgraded. They will be replaced with quantum
warheads."
"Illuminar is not a front line fighting vessel."
"Your ship is in the vanguard of a renewed StarFleet push, in case of
hostilities it will be called upon. It is also now more capable than all
but a handful of the ships from a generation ago."
Sekal nodded without turning his head. "Indeed. I will be expecting the new
warheads then. When will the exchange take place?"
"Tomorrow evening. The first shuttle is already being loaded to deliver
them to the orbital docks."
"I had best return to the ship then and have the photon warheads staged for
departure."
At Saleke's nod he turned and left the office. There was little time to
waste as preparing and moving fifty five of the explosive devices would be
a slow process.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1345) Operations ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 19:47:31 -0500
Mission:Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Utopia Planitia Base ? Fabrication Facility -ACO Lieutenant (jg) Dieter
Gregory ? 1345)
Finally, all the plans were uploaded, double and triple checked.The base
cards were designed, thanks to the computer design programs.While the
shell and those cards were being fabricated, he could work on the
isolinear program modules.
Gregory entered the execute command and received the
acknowledgement.Standing up he started stretching when he saw Lieutenant
Akimoto heading over to his station.
?You?ve been busy Dieter.What do you think of our systems??she asked
?This is so much better than a starship.Even DS9 wasn?t as good.Glad I
waited.The base fabrication should be done tomorrow, and we?ll see about
the isolinear programing next.?
?Where is the nearest cafeteria? Breakfast was a long time ago,? Gregory
asked.
?Follow me, I?m heading over there myself.?
?Thank you Ishi.?
The two walked in silence for a few minutes before entering the
Cafeteria.Banks of replicators along the side, along with some people
serving actual drinks. ?We have an amazing coffee bar, better than the
replicator.We also have several other surprises around.Would you like
company while you eat??
?That would be nice.Usually I don?t get time to socialize on the
Illuminar. Even under warp Operations is always busy.?
?How about over by that window,? Ishi pointed to an empty table for two.
?Perfect, I?ll meet you there.?
Lunchtime meant a good Ploughman?s lunch. Once he received his meal he
wandered over to the table. Ishi was already there with her own lunch.
She looked at his plate, ?What, if you don?t mind me asking, is that??
?It?s a British tradition, the Ploughman?s lunch.I love trying new
foods, even Klingon Rokeg blood pie and Gagh.However, I eat this for
lunch to remind me of home.When I was at MIT, I found a local place that
served a passible lunch.Of course, the true drink of choice should be a
beer.?
?Yes, I understand tradition, I miss the food my mother used to
prepare.She was quite the cook and was disappointed when I become an
engineer.? Isha replied. ?So what made you think of SPOTS??
?My time on DS9, where I was crawling through more places that I like,
trying to fix things still left over from the Cardassians. There was
this one time, at the bar, where we found a maze of wiring that Quark?s
cousin has done so that Quark could have more power for his
holosuites.Damned thing blew up?.?
?Anyway, I thought having an extra sensor would help, so you were not
always looking at the tricorder.And added a few extra features. ?
?I can?t wait to see how well it works.I hope you?ll keep me apprised of
your development,? she said.
?Of course.Looks like it?s time to get to the isolinear programming,?
Dieter said.
?Come on, I?ll show you the new features.This should make things easy,?
Isha said as she stood.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1520)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 15:04:52 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Introspection: Part 3
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 1520)
She stirred and opened her eyes to see John Grey Wolf seated in the chair
her mother had occupied earlier, a cup in one hand and tablet in the other
from which he was reading. The energy was still present having settled in
for the duration. What most people considered living was merely existing,
this feeling... this was truly living. This was life at its finest, highest
point.
Her father was a-ni-wa-ya as his name shouted while her mother before
their marriage had been a-ni-tsi-s-qua. Her mother was now of two clans
with the benefits of both. The Tsalgihi did not marry within a clan but
chose a mate from one of the other six. There were A-ni-gi-lo-hi (*Long
Hair*), A-ni-sa-ho-ni (Blue), A-ni-wa-ya (*Wolf*), A-ni-go-te-ge-wi (*Wild
Potato*), A-ni-a-wi (*Deer*), A-ni-tsi-s-qua (*Bird*), A-ni-wo-di (*Paint*)
which was also sometimes called horse. What were the benefits of being of
two clans? Well that is another story.
He looked up at her movement and smiled. "It is good to have you home
Tempest. I have prepared the sweat lodge for your use. I have not lit the
fire yet since we decided to let you sleep."
She got up and moved to the chair to envelope her father in a hug. "Thank
you. It is good to be home."
He had set the cup down and patted her affectionately on the back until she
released him.
Shella swept into the room with a bundle of dried white sage in hand which
she passed to her daughter as she stood up. "There is no hurry unless you
wish to be done before dinner. Would you like a snack?"
Tempest settled for a handful of dried fruit and nuts with a glass of water
before leaving the house. She stopped at the shed in the back for a metal
bucket which held two and one half gallons then filled it at the pump which
was fed by the well on the property. Her father did likewise and followed
her down the short path that led to the sweat lodge.
It was a squat, round structure that he had built from a wooden frame, its
inner skin was sheet metal and he had packed earth around it for
insulation. It stood roughly her height and had a low door with a deer hide
flap that was only slightly higher than her waist. There was a hole in the
top which was currently covered by a hide which was weighted down with
stones.
She brushed the flap aside and placed her bucket to one side, the bundle of
sage to the other then reached over and removed the hide that covered the
smoke hole. This would also allow some light.
Her father had set his bucket to the side and brought two armfuls of wood
which he laid at the side of the entrance. "I will stand watch. No one will
disturb you." He then walked up the path to a place where he could cover
the approaches while giving her privacy.
She removed her boots and shrugged out of her clothing which she folded
neatly and placed on a dense swath of grass then squatted down, pushed
aside the flap and placed the wood inside then followed it. There was a
fire ring of stones in the center and tools for starting a blaze, she
placed a handful of dried grass in it along with a few twigs. Once the fire
was started she fed it until it was going well then added bigger pieces of
wood but nothing larger than the thickness of her wrist. The goal here was
heat, not for a protracted burn. The coolness of the interior soon
evaporated and was replaced by warmth. The smoke rose through the hole and
the interior was well lit.
Tempest settled back facing the fire, crossed her legs and fed it as the
temperature continued to rise within. The fire crackled merrily as it
devoured the mesquite wood which contributed a spicy smell. She drew in
deep lungfuls of it, enjoying the odor. Beads of sweat soon began to break
out on her skin and the flames were in no danger of guttering so she
settled back against the wall of the lodge and closed her eyes as the
temperature continued to rise. Eventually it crested as her body was
covered in a sheen of perspiration. She stayed still but not quiet and
began a singsong prayer chant.
Time slowed as she continued to pray and meditate, she would check the fire
at times, adding wood as needed to keep it going but not building it higher
which kept the temperature fairly constant. She was sweating freely now as
her skin gave up any accumulated toxins. The energy within her had been
building as well and it seemed to dance in the air around her. Peace
settled over her like a blanket and washed through her. It was about his
point that she stopped feeding the flames and continued her meditations as
it ebbed.
She opened her eyes not knowing how long she had been in the structure but
the fire had burned to embers and the heat had turned to warmth. She was
still sweating lightly.
She breathed in deeply and reached for the bundle of dried sage then
squatted over the fire ring, pulled out a good handful and placed it on the
embers. It was only seconds later that white smoke began to billow up which
built into a rising cloud. She emptied her lungs then pushed her head into
the cloud, its warmth passed around her head and perfumed her hair as she
sucked in a deep lungful, withdrew her head then expelled it. This she did
twice more, purifying her body from the inside as she had the outside.
When done and the sage had burned out she used a stick to stir the embers,
exposing the coals then doused them with water until the fire was out. Once
done she gathered the sage and bucket and crawled through the flap. Outside
she straightened and emptied the last of the water over her head then added
the contents of the second bucket which was cold, she spluttered and
shouted at its touch.
The sun was only a slice above hills which formed the horizon as she wrung
out her hair then flipped it behind her shoulders and stood in the sun to
dry and warm up. The rays cocooned her in a halo of warmth. When dry she
dressed and slipped on her western boots, her hair was still damp as she
placed the sage in one of the buckets and made her way back up the trail.
The buckets she placed back in the shed but kept the sage with her as she
moved toward two tall oak trees and the chairs that sat beneath them.
She took a seat and closed her eyes for a moment to exult in the energy
that was flowing through her, the sun had touched the horizon and was
beginning to be swallowed up when she opened them again. The cleared area
containing her parents house was teeming with dancing motes of light. They
weren't insects or dust motes catching the final rays. They didn't fall to
the earth or rise nor were they blown by the breeze. They moved up and down
or side to side, remaining fixed within their own small areas. She smiled
and began another prayer chant as the spirits danced before her thanking
them for their welcome and kept it up for what seemed like only a few
minutes. The sun was down though when she had finished but the spirits
remained.
She finally rose and made her way to the house.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1600) Special Guest Dr. Charles Kroger
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2020 20:27:42 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Facility ? Office of Dr. Charles Kroger ? Counselor Dr. Kroger - 1600)
Finished with his appointments, Dr. Kroger turned to his notes.The first
one had to be to the Counselor?s on the USS Illuminar. Vic Montero was
still vulnerable and could slide back into oblivion if not careful.The
fact that he had remained sober and alcohol free since the loss of his
friend was one sign he wanted to do more.He just needed some nudges in
the right direction.
Checking the USS Illuminar?s medical directory, he noted that a
Lieutenant Ariel Trei was probably the one he should contact.
?My dear Lieutenant Trei.I am Dr. Charles Kroger, trauma counselor on
Mars Base.I am sending you this note to discuss a patient of mine, who
is stationed on your ship one Ensign Vic Montero.
I am sure you can read his file, and I will be happy to send you my
notes, but after you?ve seen Vic.I did want to give you a heads-up,
however.Vic has a superhero complex and a sense of his personal
invulnerability.This makes him an amazing pilot, but some episodes form
his past have caused him to be reckless and has been floundering around
since his best friend was killed on Casperia Prime.
He blames himself for his death, and the death of some Cadets who he
took command of on stardate 2443.09.11.He led those young pilots with
honor and they fought fiercely.
He came to see me today, and I sensed something had changed in him, so I
gently pushed him to start thinking of how to honor the memories of
Sheridan, his friend, and the young pilots lost that day under his
command.It is my hope, and I did suggest to him, that he needs to
unravel his mind.He has the makings of a great office, if he can get out
of his own way.
My warm regards,
Charles. ?
Finishing the note, he hit send and turned back to his next client?s notes.
(Reply Trei, if you want or go pester Montero)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Decompression 2, 1710) Commander Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 23:05:48 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin- 17:10)
A mentally raw and exhausted Sienna walked calmly into the Red Sands bar.
She had gone back to her quarters for a bit, then asked the computer where
Mr. Alyl might be found. The computer had led her here. She entered,
dressed in dark silk from neck to wrist to ankle, a yellow cotton tunic
dress over the dark silk. Matching silk gloves covered her hands and her
feet were in silk stockings inside dark leather boots. Her dark brownish
black hair was braided off with a yellow hair tie.
"Santiago, my dearest friend." Sy quipped.
"Sienna my lovely girl. You have not been taking care of yourself?" The
flamboyant once counselor teased back.
"On the contrary, for once I actually am?" She sighed. "Feed me something
unusual and surprise me with something I can drink?"
Before Santiago could say anything, Sy turned and spied Jaton Alyl.
"Jaton?" Sy asked, quietly approaching. "If, ah, and not asking as
Commander, just Sy so please feel free to say no and uh. Please understand
that I have a terrible track record with dating and that uhmm. Just not
into it but I do like to dance and I will be Alaya's maid of honor and
would you please do me the extreme honor of attending so we might enjoy the
event ah together?"
Santiago sat a dish of fire beef and peppers in front of Sienna with a
glass of something that had gorgeous and distinct layers.
"Please? And you can ask me anything if it will help you to say yes?"
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ILLUMINARRPG: (02, 17:11) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 02:57:08 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 17:11)
"Jaton?" a voice asked. Jaton looked in the direction of the voice and saw
Commander Williams, dressed to the nines. His eyes widened, and he felt his
heart skip a beat.
"Wow! You look amazing! What's the occasion?" he asked.
"If, ah, and not asking as Commander, just Sy so please feel free to say
no and uh. Please understand that I have a terrible track record with
dating and that uhmm. Just not into it but I do like to dance and I will be
Alaya's maid of honor and would you please do me the extreme honor of
attending so we might enjoy the event ah together?"
Santiago sat a dish of fire beef and peppers in front of her with a glass
of something that had gorgeous and distinct layers.
"Please? And you can ask me anything if it will help you to say yes?"
"Well how could I possibly--" but Jaton stopped himself. His eyes narrowed.
"Wait a second. This isn't a charity ask is it? You didn't hear what
happened with me and Ensign Mendoza last night, did you?"
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1712) FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin & ACSO Lt Jaton Alyl
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2020 20:14:38 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - FO Commander Sienna Williams-Verin & ACSO Lt
Jaton Alyl - 17:12)
"Wow! You look amazing! What's the occasion?" Jaton asked.
Sy took that as an invitation to sit. "Between us? My first session with
the special therapist that Starfleet is requiring due to the Q thing."
She stumbled her awkward as heck invitation out and let it hang there as
the food arrived.
"Well how could I possibly--" but Jaton stopped himself. His eyes narrowed.
"Wait a second. This isn't a charity ask is it? You didn't hear what
happened with me and Ensign Mendoza last night, did you?"
"Wait, what? No. But that sounds awful, about Mendoza that is. As soon as
we got released I found out that due to Q and other things," she said very
vaguely, "My leave on Earth was basically canceled. And if anyone here is
a charity ask, it is me basically begging you. You do dance?" She asked
hopefully.
?Well in that case,? Jaton said, ?I?ll thank you to forget I mentioned
anything about me and Rodrigo. But to answer your question, I?ve been known
to dance on occasion. I might not be very good at it though.?
Sy grinned, "Well, it is not so much about being good as it is about having
fun and enjoying one's self. I am not great but I have been doing the
Starfleet thing since I was 11. Nothing is worse than one of those stuffy
ambassadorial dinners, and I am so glad I have not had to attend one of
those since Dr. Poldan was stationed here with us." She cracked her
chopsticks apart and dug into the food like she was starving.
"I was serious though that you can ask me anything in full disclosure. I
do not want anything weird to happen and I have no experience with how to
do this which was why I asked you." There was some form of logic there.
Maybe. No one covered how to ask your senior staff colleague on a not date
in the Academy. She knew that a lot of male FO's dated around the ship,
but she was not particularly interested in gender so much as the person.
She blinked recalling something Trip had once said, Sy was Lynn-centric.
Maybe that was once true, but no longer. She methadotically shoveled the
spicy beef and pepper mixture between words. She was starving.
?Well,? Jaton said, ?I must say that going on a date with a superior
officer is something I?ve never done before. Isn?t there something in the
rulebook about it??
A wry grin, "You are a department head, so senior staff. I do not directly
command you, your promotions go through the Captain. As long as favoritism
is not a factor and everything is spelled out, while it is technically
frowned upon for any sort of sexual relationship, the regulations
acknowledge that functions often require escorts. So, you once dated right?
In the ? before? How was it handled then? And just to be crystal clear that
while I will be spending the ceremony nude, you do not need to be and I
doubt anything? sexual.. will occur. " Poor thing was blushing bright
scarlet. Likely to her toes.
Jaton blushed at this. ?You don?t expect me to go nude too do you?? While
he considered himself reasonably good-looking, such an idea seemed to awake
some sense of shame and modesty in him, especially when discussing a formal
occasion.
"No, no, no! I will be getting dressed for the reception, promise. But the
wedding party and most of the guests are expected to be naked at a
traditional Betazoid wedding. Currently offworld guests tend not to be
comfortable that way, and for Betazoids it is more about?" Sy stopped her
scientific self and giggled. And teased. When was the last time she had
done that? "You just don't want anyone to really know if the spots go all
the way down, mhmm?" Her eyes were alive in a way they had not been since
Mars. "If you don't want to go with me, that is completely fine. But you
would be forcing me to call on my Admiral Father for an escort. You are not
my last choice, but my only. Anyone else would expect something to come of
it, or other things." She was now more her old self.
"Was a rough, rough day." She spoke finishing the fire peppers and picking
up the drink which shimmered as it coalesced. That made her laugh again.
"So how has your leave been?"
?So far so good. I did find though that one of the arboretum cats decided
to use my old office to have kittens in. I?m not sure if that?s a good
thing or a bad thing.? Jaton took another swig of his fire wine. ?As to how
far my spots go down, play your cards right and you just might find out,?
he said with a devious smile.
Blush. Deep, deep blush. "Kittens, I thought we had found all of them but I
guess not. Might be where the baby that just adopted my new therapist came
from." Her eyes were on her drink. "Need help cleaning that up? I could
strangle whoever just abandoned all the research animals here. Some of them
must have been used for intelligence research. They are way too smart." She
sipped her cocktail carefully. She did not exactly get much chance to
drink the only alcohols her body were not allergic to.
?Well I wouldn?t want to disturb the young family. They seem happy there
and honestly no one is using the office right now so what?s the point??
"Should absolutely disturb them." What was in this and was she already
slurring her words. "I will take care of it." It had been her
responsibility before and she guessed still was. If she remembered it
tomorrow. "Was told to eat and sleep. Guessing sleep is not that far off
from happening. Do you remember where Trip and I were quartered? Some
bright Ops person put me there." She sighed. With her Q psionic abilities
that sucked on a great many levels. "Hope you had better luck?" She grinned
a bit loopily.
Jaton nodded. ?I do remember. But commander, is your saying this an
invitation??
She looked slightly confused then nodded, "To talk. And for the wedding.
But you should know, and I know rumors certainly say some of this. So. I
have never slept with a guy. My broken Imzadi bond to Lynn Bracken was
fixed tonight. It formed pretty early so I never kinda got attraction and I
really don't understand myself. So like I was saying, complicated reasons
to ask you on a date as the best person to not only get it all, but be a
friend?" She smiled, certainly slurring her words, "But mostly was asking
if you knew where the room was to help me get back there. Because I am not
sure I can make it there on my own." Oh yeah. She was drunk. She needed to
leave that drink alone. And took another sip.
Hearing what she was saying, Jaton quickly switched gears. ?I would be more
than happy then to escort you back to your quarters,? he said, all hints of
seduction and flirtation gone from his voice.
"Oh good. You are a handsome creature though and if I were interested in
figuring out if boy parts were fun in bed, I would certainly ask you." She
grinned and finished the drink. "Wait." She looked down at the drink
quizzically. "I do not think drinking that again is a good idea. Ever."
Jaton chuckled. ?I?ll be sure to note that in my log.? He got up from his
chair, and offered his arm to Sy. ?Shall we? We can consider this practise
for our date.?
A bright smile as she took it which helped her with walking straight. She
patted his arm. "I always wondered. How many lifetimes has Alyl seen?" She
had such a chip on her shoulder back at Mars and he kinda was more Trip's
friend than hers. Then there had been nothing but the research for over a
year, and no time for friendship. Which was a shame.
?Well that?s something that actually makes me unique. Jaton is Alyl?s first
life. My parents were very proud that I was chosen for such an honour.?
She smiled at that, "You are brilliant. Smarter than most I met here or on
Trill, so that makes perfect sense to me." They headed towards her room at
a slow amble due to her inebriation and the crap day.
Jaton smiled. ?I appreciate that. But it?s not without work. My parents
would never accept mediocrity, which is why my brothers and I have all had
such distinguished careers.? He sighed. ?Might not have been the healthiest
home life, but here we are nonetheless.?
She laughed. "My parents are both admirals. While they are awesome, it was
also seriously high pressure. My Dad was amazing but he always preferred
Trip. Subtly ya know? Boys. Lynn? Lynn had it so much worse. No wonder she
rebelled and ran away from medical for command. " Sy shrugged, having lost
her filter. At least for the night. "The first night in ages without pain
and I feel nooo pain. It is amazing. I got to thank the Vulcan."
?I?m glad. But we need to be sure to keep it that way.? Within a few more
minutes they reached Sy?s quarters. ?Here we are. Do you need any help from
here??
A teeny pout, "Nope. I can find my bed before I fall over." A bright smile.
"Gonna goto Earth tomorrow and it is gonna be great. Right?" What was she
asking confirmation to? Didn't really matter. The short girl stood up on
her tiptoes to give his cheek a peck. What a weird night.
Jaton leaned down and returned the kiss to her cheek. ?Well good night
then. I hope you have a good time on Earth. Whereabouts are you going??
Her face clouded, "Texas, Family ranch, I hope. If not there, someplace
with bare Earth so I can get rid of all this mess Q stuck me with." She was
too far gone to even try keeping ahold of any impression tonight. "Good
night, Jaton." Her dark eyes smiled up at him. "Thank you for walking me
back " She triggered the door to open and he could see in. It was like the
place had barely been used or changed since the twins had used this space.
Sy stepped inside and the door closed. She smiled to herself, feeling like
she had made a big step forward tonight. "Liquid courage, indeed." She
murmured as she headed to bed.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2, 1800) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 08:43:49 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.22.
(Deep Space Nine - Quark?s- Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and
Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin -1800)
It had been a long couple weeks for Trip since the Exeter had left Mars.
She had been through a lot, seen a lot, taken some damage, but held her own
in a fight. She was a good ship with a good crew. Still, Trip was looking
forward to a bit of Shore leave, with one of the people he had missed most
in the Galaxy. Whether it had been his time in the Alpha Quadrant or his
quick jaunt to the Gamma Quadrant, he had missed his sister and was looking
forward to spending some quality time with her. He had told Ash to not
expect him home until late. Or as he put it, ?I?m going to go spend some
time with my sister, I could be back in three hours, I could be back
tomorrow, either way, she has my undivided attention until she looks me in
the face and says she?s bored with me.? Ash being the understanding person
that she was, totally got it. Trip was off duty in his civilian clothes,
and for the next while, he was so much Captain Trip Williams, he was Trip
Williams, brother to Sienna and that was how it was going to be.
He had reserved a private table in Quark?s bar, the most famous
establishment on DS9. He waited patiently for her to arrive, and when she
did, he ran up to his sister like an excited puppy, pulled her into a giant
hug and twirled her around.
Sienna had debated where to do this reunion. It needed to be someplace Lynn
was not, which precluded her from going aboard the Exeter. Being in close
proximity to Lynn made it feel as if razor blades were slicing around her
heart. She looked different. Less trace of her earth side and more of the
Betazoid. She had told him about the Q encounter but had not let him see
how different the experience had left her. She was dressed slightly
differently than normal. She was still wearing Betazoid fashions but they
covered any place her skin might touch anything. The gown was way more
modest and it was not replicated, it was the real deal. And she wore
gloves, thick silk gloves and no jewelry. She had rings under her eyes. Her
lips looked bruised.
?SY!!!!? He shouted, ?OMG, I?m so stoked to see you.?
Trip had picked her up in one of his famous bear hugs and spun her around.
She had anticipated this, which was part of why she was dressed the way she
was. It still caused her to stiffen against the flood of impressions that
she expected, but relaxed when she was not flooded by memories and
insights.
Placing her down, he smiled, ?Sorry, I swear I?ve only had one beer while I
waited. You look great.?
She swatted him on the arm, "You can not lie to me. I look very different
and I look as exhausted as I feel. Lynn is too close." She whispered that
last bit. "I was hoping the silk would insulate me in more ways than one."
She yawned, something in her reconnecting with the other part of her,
centering her, and causing her to relax in spite of the absolute agony of
the presence of Lynn Bracken.
"Tell me there is some place private we can talk?" She was unsure how Trip
had changed, or if the layers of silk would do anything to block their
telepathy. She was surprised that their bond had snapped back into focus so
easily. But theirs was forever, and maybe if she could avoid Lynn, she
could avoid going back to square zero.
?I mean, we could see if one of the Holosuites are open. Other than that, I
mean my ready room is pretty private. We could go there.? He paused, ?Don?t
worry she?s not on board at the moment. Not quite sure where she is, maybe
on the planet. But those are two ready options.?
Sienna sighed softly, "I have not unpacked on the Illuminar. I could not
find entirely silk shoes, so I am not sure what I would pick up on the
Exeter. As for a holosuite, do you trust that there are not listening
devices ?"
?Why?? he paused, his face instantly going to worry, ?What?s wrong??
She was not sure what he knew, she had not told him most of it. "Why have I
not unpacked? It doesn't feel like home. It doesn't have you." She sounded
like an idiot.
Trip looked at his sister waiting for her to make a decision. She was
dressed more elegantly than he had ever seen her. He almost felt
embarrassed for how he was dressed. Black slacks, a red t-shirt, and a
brown leather jacket. ?Hey, sorry if I?m dressed too casual.?
"Dressed for comfort, not looks." She waved the comment away. The gloves
were the oddest part. "At least here, here there are so many people, none
of them staying in one spot that I am only picking up very brief surface
impressions. So that at least is working. Any Betazoid wines aboard the
Exeter?"
Switching to telepathy, ::There is something I want to try too. I want to
read the Exeter, some spot deep inside where not a lot of people go, while
linked with you. Curious to see what I can feel of Dad there. If you want
to?:: She had no idea when Q was going to remove her powers, but she hoped
it was soon. This experiment about reading the Exeter was the one thing she
truly wanted to try before that occurred.
::Sure, we can do that in a bit. Do you mind if we just sit here for a
moment. This is one of the first times I?ve left the Exeter since we left
Mars. Almost a month on that ship. Kind of want to do some people watching.
But as soon as I finish my drink, I promise, we can go. Is that ok, or is
this super urgent, because I can chug this if I need to.::
She relaxed and smiled at him, the first true smile since she had arrived.
"Not super important to be done now, but before?" she took a deep breath,
"Did not answer me about wine?" She flagged down one of the skimply dressed
waitresses. "I need a glass of a non earth wine, not replicated, not
synthehol. Preferably Betazoid, vulcan or Tellarite. White, red or purple.
Non terran ciders are fine, but beers or lagers from any culture are not."
She thought a moment. "Snacks would be nice too." She regarded Trip with a
twinkle in her mischievous eyes, "Oh. And my brother is paying. He has the
better job."
?I guess I am paying.? he said with a smile, ?Put in on my tab. But as for
the snacks, if one of those can be some mozzarella sticks and onion rings,
that?d be great. You know if I?m paying.? He said with a smile. The
waitress nodded and went to put in the order.
?So?? he said trying to find his words. ?Let?s not talk business. I just
want to have a chat with my sister and just enjoy your company, is that
alright? No ranks, no uniforms, just Sy and Trip hanging out.?
She grinned at that, "No ranks?" She laughed. "Since when has rank come
between us?" What had come between them was Lynn. And her family. Not rank.
?Speaking of having to pay. I had to give my Yeoman new quarters, she was
watching Layla for the night a few nights ago, and Layla somehow managed to
clog the toilet and caused a massive mess. You know they say pets resemble
their owners, and given how chaotic she can be, I think they?re right.?
Sy put her silk covered hand over her mouth and tried not to laugh. "How,
what why? What did she DO?"
"Clogged the toilet using a stuffed animal, no idea why."
?How?s my, ?arch nemesis? Kenna??
"Hah. Kenna loves the room. She is lonely though, only one human to torment
with her antics. Sekal plans for us to go back to Mars for a bit, and I am
considering bringing a kitten to keep Kenna company. " Oh she wanted to ask
about the birds she had gotten for Lynn, the last true gift she had given
her Imzadi. "Thinking about going home to the ranch for the 5 days or so of
leave. Some things happened and I want my Daddy." She tried not to cry as
her wine arrived. Pulling out a tricorder, she analyzed it, trusting
nothing and grinned seeing it was a vulcan white.
"Oh! I got you something!" She pulled out a brown earthenware flask and
presented it to him. "Bajoran Temple honey meade. It sounded good but
structurally too close to Earths for me to try. I was hoping you could try
it and I could feel it through you like when we were teens." It felt like
half a lifetime ago.
"That would be great." Trip said with a smile. "I wish I could join you on
Mars, but we've got a week on DS9, then off to Cardassia for a week.
Probably won't get back to Mars for a month. Please give my best to mom and
dad."
Sy frowned lightly, "Why Cardassia?" She had an idea but was not positive.
?Diplomatic, just touching base. It will be a week, just saying hello.
Dad?s having me facilitate the Academy entrance exam for some applicants.
Since we were close. He asked me to swing by.?
"Oh. See. That is not what I was thinking. But thats work, not fun." She
laughed a little but it seemed forced.
"Hey, are you ok?"
She shook her head a little, "No. Not really. But this is not the place
to talk about it." She snagged a mozzarella stick and dredged it in the
marinara then stuffed the entire thing into her mouth to give her time to
think of a way to answer.
::Anywhere but here Trip.:: She knew he was not fond of his empathic
abilities but she missed the way he sounded when they talked. ::Here is not
private enough.:: A rueful shrug.
"Bet your quarters are a disaster zone." She teased.
?No I actually keep them pretty clean. I?m all domesticated now. This wild
wolf is now a house dog.? Trip said with a laugh.
"I guess getting married would do that?" She looked like she was about to
cry for a moment before she got control of her emotions again.
?My ready room on the other hand...Well my desk is just covered in
paperwork.?
"Mine too. Sekal acknowledges I am much better at sorting red tape than he
is? most of the time." She twirled the glass in her hand, swirling the wine
before she took another sip and stole another mozzarella stick. He could
have all the onion rings he wanted, she preferred french fries drowned in
bacon and cheddar cheese. Actually truth be told Sy had not met a cheese
she did not like.
"Heard from Sky. She is thinking about transferring her commission from the
VDF to SF. Said if we are exploring again, she was technically a Williams
too and wants in on the fun. I wonder what Mom will say to that. Probably
something like, it's about damned time Skyler Williams-Verin." Sy did a
good job imitating Sophie at her primest.
::Well, where do you want to talk?::
Sy's face lit up in delight. ::Anywhere. Just someplace private. Things I
need to talk about that are private.:: Some pain behind the words.
::Well why don?t we got my ready room. It?s quiet and I can put on a do not
disturb function. Unless that is still too public.::
She shook her head, ::No, it will do. Maybe I can tidy it for you.:: A hint
of laughter there. She had always tidied up after him.
::Wherever we go, I can tell this is bugging you immensely, lets go now,::
Trip then flagged down the waiter with the International sign of, Check
please.
Sy took a moment to finish her wine. It was a decent vintage, but not
excellent.
"I miss Mom." She spoke aloud, then stood up to follow her brother. But
first she dumped the remaining snacks into a togo box. Maybe they could
find some pizza too?
::Sorry to kill your people watching for the great universe novel:: More
teasing from his brat of a sister.
::Sy?.Like I?ve always told you, no matter how far apart we are in the
galaxy, and let me tell you, I spent a few days in the Gamma Quadrant, so
we were pretty far apart, but no matter how far apart we are, I will always
be there for you, even if it interrupts my people watching.::
She laughed at that, ::We can people watch together later, find me a hot
girl for a one night stand?::
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1810) 2O Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 20:55:25 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1857)
Keung found the Red Sands Bar after he received an invitation to come to the bar to join the celebrations of the recently promoted officers including himself. The first thing that struck Keung as he entered into the bar was the loud music and a crowded room of chatting people. He noticed the source of the music came from the band on a platform in the corner. The second thing was that some of the Illuminar officers were propping up the bar.
A security officer, crewman Rex Rollin spotted Keung and waved him over. ?hi there? Shouted Rex ?What you want to drink...it apparently on the tab...? . Keung managed to struggle his way to join his crewmates.
?A large coke with lemon and ice? called back Keung. He was literally a teetotaller and did have a taste for alcohol or even synthehol! He was hungry too and looked at the menu above the bar drinks. A steak burger with chips looked appealing. He was handed a large glass of coke by the bar assistant where Keung took the opportunity to order his burger. ?How long have been here?? He asked Rex.
?Arrived a few minutes ago.? Replied Rex, sipping his beer ?By the way, congratulations on your promotion, boss?
?Thanks? said Keung as he looked for a table but every table was occupied so he stayed where he was just as his food arrived. It was going to be an evening of ?congratulations? especially the happy couple if he can find them in this crowd.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1810) 2O Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 21:04:03 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1913)
Keung was intrigued by the tigers on Dever?s shirt.
?I trained in Muay Thai fighting in Thailand. The tigers represent strength, power and fearlessness. The pattern is based on the tattoo I got when I completed training with Kru Saget Petchyindee, who approved the design.?
?Muay Thai? Keung mused. ?Isn?t? there is another name for that.. I think its Thai boxing. Known as the art of limbs because it uses the combination of fist, elbows, knees and shins. What you have? Its apparently on the tab!?
Devers laughed, ?And I just started my own tab. Pomegranate juice with grass jelly please.?
He turned to face Lee, ?It?s another taste I acquired while in Thailand. A good drink before a fight
?Pomegranate juice!!? exclaimed Keung. A thought came to him.
?I thinking of putting a team of instructors together help me to provide regular physical training on the ship for the crew especially Security Officers although it would be useful to the other crew members. I realised that you might be occupied with other duties but would you consider being one of my part time instructors...perhaps even introduce basic Muay Thai? Just an idea at the moment. Amongst many other things I got in mind? Explained Keung who was aware that other members of the crew were around him.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1857) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 16:19:49 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1857)
Carson was sat at a table contemplating the meeting that morning where the Admiral had given Carson, Sienna & Sekal their promotions. He hadn?t been expecting such a big bump but it was a welcome surprise. He?d come to the bar to get a bit of food for the night and then retire to the quarters he had on MARs.
He knew Vex was working on the Illuminar with Luma to extricate her into the crystal so she could bring her down to the base and give her a portion of freedom. They?d discussed taking the ship out that the Admiral had bequeathed to Luma, but Alaya had wanted them both present at her wedding which was due to take place whilst they were stationed at Mars.
?Speaking of..? Carson said to himself as he noticed Mr Hammons speaking with Santiago loudly about the marriage.
"Strike up the band and play it loud then start a tab for anyone with a starfleet uniform who comes in. My bride to be and I are going to party and dance the night away."
Carson jumped up, ?Stick the tab under the Illuminar Santiago and let?s make this into a bit of a pre-marriage celebration.? He said with a smile as he moved towards the two men and Alaya. ?I don?t think I?ve ever congratulated the two of you so let me correct that now, Congratulations!?
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Hammon?s went on to order some food and a few other Starfleet officers present began ordering drinks. He liked Hammons, he?d been extraordinarily useful over the last few years and Carson wanted to show that appreciation.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2, 1900) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 08:53:07 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.22.
(USS Exeter - Ready Room - Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and
Illuminar FO, Lt. SG, Sienna Williams-Verin -1900)
As they entered the ready room Trip motioned to Sy to take a seat on a
couch in his ready room. It was perpendicular to a rather comfortable
armchair where Trip sat down.
?So, what?s really going on??
"Q." She spoke one word then looked down at her hands. "You heard that he
gave me these psychic abilities right? But gave me no clue what to do with
them, or how to use them. One of them allows me to touch places or objects
and read their past history. Who held them, what they thought, etc. One of
them lets me see the future very briefly. Like seconds before things
happen. Ensign Taya died, and it was on my watch. We lost other people, a
security officer and a nurse that was with them, but I did not know them. I
dismissed what I felt as I was arguing with Bajoran Flight Control to get
some probes in orbit to monitor our people that were on the planet. People
died and it was my fault." She looked like she was going to crumple.
"Tamblyn told us those tunnels were a sensor nightmare and I suggested
posting a telepath with each team to get around the sensor blackout. The
Illuminar has a telepathic alien in her, Luma could have kept in contact
with all of them. I should have insisted harder." This was what she needed
Duke for. Sekal did not understand why this bothered her. To him, people
died and the losses were either acceptable or not.
?It?s not your fault. People understand the risks they take. And just
because you prepare for one eventuality, that doesn?t mean that another
event won't come in and create the same result. Our lives are chaos, and
sometimes you just can?t fight it.?
"I am not sure they did." Sy spoke sadly. "We lost people in the temple
too, but that was bajor being stupid, not us. We nearly lost the kai.
Bajor?" Sienna said the planet's name in contempt. "So suspicious that it
nearly lost them their Kai." She shook her head, anger, loss and hurt in
her. "Where does it end? Their war ended decades ago and they treat us like
we are the enemy. We never were!" She cried out, some of the pain escaping.
?We didn?t lose very many, just...just one?.he gave his life to save
another. That?s part of the job, part of the sacrifice. Myself, I have
blood on my hands. At least 60 if not more enemy combatants died on my
orders. Could I have done more to save them. I don?t know. But each life
mattered, and I do my best to honor that. Even the enemy, I try my best to
remember, not just treat it as another acceptable loss. I want the act of
ordering the end of someone?s life or the death of a crewmen under my
command to always hurt. Because I remember that life is precious, that
their life was precious, and it helps me honor the dead. Let it hurt, let
it push you to do better, but don?t second guess yourself. Because you can
trap yourself in the grief. If that makes sense??
"I guess. But what Q wanted with us? why us? Why me? The things he showed
me were horrible, Trip. He dressed me up in these layers and layers of
cloth. He said things about you and Lynn, took my worst fears and turned
them on me. He said you betrayed our blood tie by taking Lynn from me." Now
she looked like she was going to cry and peeled off her gloves, rolling up
the sleeve of her dress. There were evenly spaced cuts on her skin, well
healed but scarred. "Quinna tried to heal them. They are all over my body.
Neck to feet. He ? Trip it was so real. I was tied to a bed and a woman was
cutting me. It was a law enforcement thing, on a past earth. Q ? it had
something to do with multiple realities and the civil war that dad and mom
were involved in. Trip, my dna has changed. I am not the same as I was
before Q. I guess the cuts of my skin were supposed to be the visible signs
of what this broken bond with Lynn is like. I have not slept more than a
few hours since that encounter with Q. And he forced Luma to admit things
and tried to drive Vex away from her. That did not work, thankfully. Q
said that when I got back to Earth the abilities would be gone. It can not
be soon enough." She seemed haunted and was babbling.
Trip waited in silence for what seemed like forever. He didn?t know what to
say. The truth is if he ever did meet Q, this particular Q that is, he
would probably punch him for what he did to his sister. But not everyone
was lucky or unlucky enough to meet a Q, and Trip didn?t think he?d ever
get his opportunity for payback.
?Look Q is an asshole. I don?t know why he did what he did, or what any of
it meant. He probably did it for two reasons. One because he didn?t think
you were strong enough or two because he knows you are strong enough to
take. Me, I think you?re stronger than he gives you credit for.?
She looked up at him, pain on her face. Guilt too. "I feel like I failed
whatever the test was, Trip." She whispered those words that she would
never say to any counselor.
?Sy, honestly, I would never betray you, you know that right??
"I know. It was Lynn, not you. Q said in one reality I gave up my career to
be Lynn's housewife and I was miserable. I don't see how it could be
worse. I thought distance would help but as the bond stretched it just got
worse, the pain. I think if she had given up hers she would have been just
as miserable though. If Q could have given me anything? in the vision where
I was cut, I was wed to a woman named Tempe who looked much like Lynn. And
that Sy loved her with all her being."
Sy opened the box and put it between them, eating one of the rapidly
cooling mozzarella sticks with a grimace. She rose and walked over to the
replicator, "Frozen strawberry lemonade and bacon cheese fries. Loaded
nachos." She turned towards Trip and raised an eyebrow for him to order as
the replicator made delicious junk food which she carried back to the small
coffee table.
?I?m ok, thank you though.? Trip said with a smile. He was holding off
going crazy with food until after he worked out. ?I think there is a
valuable insight to be had. The reality that no matter how much you care
for someone, love someone, cherish someone, sometimes, the timing isn?t
right. Especially in Starfleet. Especially when they?re both officers,
promising officers. Even if I didn?t pick Lynn or Sekal didn?t pick you, or
neither of you were First Officers right now, in a year, you?d both be in
primo positions somewhere, and unfortunately that might have separated you
as well. Timing, timing can be, well, a %$@&. And part of me agrees with
that alternate reality you were shown. There is someone out there for you,
someone special, someone who you will love with your whole being, and who
will feel the same way. I don?t know. I mean so much is made of being
Imzadi. But even if that person, may not be your Imzadi by bond, they?ll be
your Imzadi by soul.:?
Sy sat back down and attacked the food in front of her. She had not
realized how hungry she really was. She concentrated on the fries - she had
gotten the nachos for him. ?I?m not sure you understand, she was Lynn
essentially, just a human Lynn. There were things about it...that were
amazing. Like she braided my hair before that Sy, the one that Q said was
the novel Sym went undercover. Q said that humans did their best to
deliberately breed out the psionic abilities that were developing.? She
frowned and stopped eating as she sensed his worry.
"I just?. I just want you to be ok."
She stopped eating and wiped her fingers, ?I don?t know that I will be. I?m
hoping going home to Mom will help that she?ll have an idea. I?m hoping
she has a friend or someone that she can call. I?m hoping that Q wasn?t
jacking me around, that when we get to Earth it will all be over, and I?ll
just be me. I don?t know that the changes he made will revert. I hope that
the cosmetic..the scars..will be able to be healed. I feel ugly Trip. What
woman is going to want me with a body covered in scars?? The scars were the
physical manifestation of the pain she was enduring. She had done her best
to shield it from Trip all this time.
?It?s not getting better Trip. It feels like razor blades around my heart.
I?d rather have an empty spot where she was than endure this constant pain.
Our Counselor...Alaya, the blue haired woman from Mars? She?s been working
with me, trying to help. She?s not a mind healer, though. She thinks that
I need one, and I don?t know where we will find such a thing . Luma says
that it was uncommon for telepaths to bond with non-telepaths aboard the
generation ship. They deliberately bred for the abilities because they
needed strong telepaths to bond with Luma. She says when it happened, that
sometimes it did not end well. Luma said that the mind healers would work
with the person to try and help, but that it sometimes..well. The telepath
chose to die rather than endure the pain. And I can see that Trip, I can. I
can?t sleep without drugs due to how bad the pain is. I dream about Lynn at
times. I had a dream a few days ago? But I don?t think it was real. It
couldn?t have been.? She sighed, not wanting to go into that disturbing
dream.
?And I?m afraid that if I?m ever with her, that it will just snap back into
place. And I know she?s not suffering the way I am.? How Sy knew this, she
couldn?t say. Maybe it was just a hope that her former best friend was in a
better place mentally than she was.
?There?s a girl on the Illuminar I kinda like. She?s someone I met at the
Academy. She?s super cute but our shifts are stupid and we rarely even get
time to talk. Do you remember Tressa? She?s one of our Security people now.
She got demoted for talking back to an officer, which doesn?t surprise me.
She?s a full betazoid too. ? Sy shrugged a bit.
Trip sat silently, trying to think what to say. He just couldn?t figure out
the right words. Part of him wanted to say at least the bond was still
there. That he would have rather felt the jaggedness of the bond, then have
it completely ripped from him and just turn off. Or how even though Rae was
Imzadi, their bond was always stronger as friends than lovers. But he knew
neither would land right. Neither would have the effect he has hoping for.
He just wanted her to be ok. But these things would take time. There were
other things he wanted to say, but he buried them. The focus needed to be
on her, her pain. How he can help. He didn?t want the spotlight.
?Well is she pretty?? Trip said with a smile. ?I mean, ask her out, what?s
the worst that could happen??
"She is adorable and sweet, a Betazoid. But I am her boss? I don't think I
can just ask her out. I have invited her to listen to me play when I can't
sleep, and we have coffee and talk a lot. She is ? special?" Sy shrugged a
bit. "Too worried about how bad it will end, and it is not fair to her
until I sort out this mess." A sad little smile.
?So your turn. Dish.? She spoke, indicating that it was his turn to talk
and catch up.
?Me, I?m fine. We?re fine. On the way back we spent some days in the Gamma
Quadrant exploring and making some reconnections, which is why
unfortunately we missed the ?party? you all were having. But it was?.let
me tell you sis, every fiber of my being that wanted to explore was burning
with joy. I was farther away from home than I could imagine. Seeing stars,
nebulas, anomalies, that I had never seen before. It was?.It reminded me of
every reason I wanted to be in Starfleet.?
Her eyes lit up for the first time with joy as he talked, catching his
emotions as he talked about what it had been like.
"We landed the Illuminar on the planet. Oh was Luma grumpy the entire time.
Ships belong in space! What if it will not get off the planet again? She
woke me up singing when we lifted off back into space. But it was amazing.
I stood both times and just watched, amazed with the technology that
allowed us to do this. It was amazing for someone who had really never left
her home planet before. "
?I hope that as more ships are made, more Exeter class ships, dad?s ship,
that when they leave Utopia Planitia, that they too get to experience that
wonder. I hope you guys do too. There is so much out here that is unknown.
I just, I feel like a kid in a candy store.?
Sy could not help the smile from her brother?s enthusiasm, ?I guess it?s
the same feeling I had when we were able to make the vaccine water soluble
and release it into the pools to save the symbionts, mhmm??
?Most likely. Just the feeling of doing what you are supposed to do, you
know??
She smiles and nods, ?Yeah. I know what you mean. I felt that way ?
before. Maybe I will again. I hope I will again.?
?Hey I have something for you.? Trip said with a smile as he walked over to
her desk and handed her a box.
Sy perked up. Gifts were happy things, gifts from Trip were the best.
?It?s a necklace with a charm on it. It?s the Bajoran symbol for
protection. They say that if you give it to someone you really care about,
that no matter how far apart you are, that the Prophets will watch over
them and keep them safe. Not sure how much I believe in all that, but just
the thought of you having it makes me feel more at ease.?
She pulled her gloves off to take the charm from him, holding it in her
hand. The memories of it floated through her, snatches of her twin buying
it, the cleric who had made it, the rituals used to imbue the charm, and
the deep, deep faith of the cleric.
Her eyes reopened and she grinned at Trip. "Of all the abilities, this is
what I will miss the most." She had not coped well the last few weeks,
being knocked back by the unexpected revelations.
She wanted to share everything with Trip the way she had used to in their
younger years but duty now had an indivisible barrier between them. She
laid back on his couch.
"So. How is the brain stuff going? Do I need to be scanned for it too?"
?It wouldn?t hurt to get scanned. But just because I have it, doesn?t mean
you do. But it would be the prudent move.? He said with a smile. ?I?m good.
It heightened my abilities for a few days, the implant that is, but it?s
settled down now. But it?s good, and with the implant, it won't really be
an issue for me. Just a reminder though, that I?m mortal. The doctor?s
visits every two weeks are a pain. But worth it, I think.?
Sienna gave her twin a LOOK. "It makes sense though since with my blood
disorder issues. I still have weekly checks."
?Now then, sis, anything else you?d like to do before you guys ship out??
"How did you handle it when you were required to see the counselor every
week? Was it still needed when you took command?" Something was bothering
her.
?Is everything ok?? he said trying to read the situation without reading
her thoughts. ?It sucked at first, like having to schedule things around
it. But once I got into the groove of it, I mean it hurt, and I would
sometimes cry after, but I knew it was worth it, and I knew I was going to
be better because of it. I was in a dark place, a really dark place, and it
helped in getting the light to shine through and put things in perspective.
I still try to see a counselor once a month because of it.?
"Ok, that makes sense." She was vague as if thinking for a moment.
?Seriously, Sy, what's wrong??
"One of the Q gifts is precognition. I am going to be required to see one
when we get back to Mars. You knew how its all hit me, the bonds that are
too painful. Alaya hinted something about a friend of hers she called. So
maybe it will not be terrible? " she shrugged. "Can't sleep more than 3
hours without drugs and I spend most of the night awake, pacing or playing
music. I just worry that it will reflect badly that I have to see one? For
future promotions."
?Oh don?t worry about that.? he said with a smile. ?Starfleet wants you to
be mentally healthy, mentally sound, and counseling is a great avenue for
that. What kind of utopian society would be, if we continued to use mental
health as a stigma that someone isn?t capable or able to perform at a high
level. I wouldn?t worry about that. And if it becomes an issue, you better
believe your brother will raise hell.?
Sy sat there, and then looked up.
Trip looked Sy deep into her eyes and smiled. ?You?re stronger than you
give yourself credit for, and whatever you?re going through, you?re gonna
kick it?s #$@%^$# ass.?
A brighter smile as she sat back with a nod. She had needed him so very
badly.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2- 1900)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 15:33:35 -0600
NRPG: Unfortunately this starts after Sienna and Jaton Alyl leave the bar.
Fortunately for Jaton Alyl free drinks for the price of a return. Come back
Spencer! :)
My apologies this took so long but Sienna has issues we've been busily
working out. The worst though is now behind her and we can shift gears.
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1900)
The Red Sands didn't have the best food on the base but it was fresh,
non-replicated and tasted good. Along with that the proprietor served good
beer and was stocked with whatever else you wanted so Steven steered Alaya
inside. The proprietor Santiago Torres saw him walk in first and called to
him.
"Buenos tardes mi amigo! It's been too long since I saw you!" His eyes lit
up when he saw Alaya on his arm. "Aha! Mui bien senorita! I see you two are
an item as they say."
(Reply: Alaya)
Steven was grinning like a cheshire cat as he stepped up to the bar. "More
than that Santiago we are getting married in a few days and you are invited
to the wedding."
Santiago gave a whoop. "Then your first drink is on the house! What else
can I get the happy couple?"
"Strike up the band and play it loud then start a tab for anyone with a
starfleet uniform who comes in. My bride to be and I are going to party and
dance the night away."
(Reply: Alaya, any)
"I want a plate of your infamous nachos, a premium beer in an ice cold mug
and red wine for the lady. Make it a good one."
Santiago had already jumped into motion and was calling in the band as he
shouted for a helper to fill the order.
Steven turned around and leaned back against the bar as he looked about
with sparkling eyes. Boyles was due in at any time, this was his preferred
watering hole and there was no telling who else was going to show up.
(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Charles G)
NRPG: Oh no! Boyles is headed this way as well. There's no telling what
tangent this party is going to take with those two together :)
Come one, come all. It's party time!
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1903) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 19:43:25 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 1903)
Alaya entered the bar dressed to the nines. As was becoming usual, she had
allowed Hammons to dress her as he pleased. It was a small thing that
pleased her and he had really good taste. She was wearing a knee length
dancing dress in fire engine red. It had pleats for twirling, a halter neck
that exposed her shoulders and the bodice sparkled in the light. She had
dispensed with the usual boots that she loved and wore 2 inch high red
heels with a strap that went around her ankle with a tiny bow. On her left
ankle she wore a gold ring that had no discernable way to be opened or
unlocked. It was a pretty piece of jewelry. Her other jewelry included her
engagement ring with a terran diamond in a heart shaped setting flanked by
rare dark andorian sapphires. On her right wrist she wore a gold chain link
bracelet that was also had set with diamonds. This piece was an earth
antique and it was obviously well loved. Her dark blue hair was put up
twined with a cold chain that had tiny gems in it - the flash was too
bright to be real diamonds. In her ears she wore dangly betazoid flower
charms that sparkled as well. When she danced it would show that on her
right thigh she wore one of her beloved blades under the dress. Anyone that
knew Alaya well would know that she went no where without at least one
blade.
Alaya shone, not just with her outfit that was bright but also was luminous
with the joy of her upcoming wedding and bonding with her beloved.
"I want a plate of your infamous nachos, a premium beer in an ice cold mug
and red wine for the lady. Make it a good one." Alaya had been scanning
the crowd when Hammons ordered and made a disappointed look at him. There
was no way she could eat nachos in this outfit and she loved Santiago's
nachos.
::I am going to make you feed me nachos naked in bed later Imzadi for
making me watch you eat them when you know very well I'm not dressed to
join you. Are you prepared to pay that penance?:: Their bond was forming
well, so she knew that he could hear her quite well. They needed to be near
each other but that would change when the formal bond was instituted by
Riven.
(Reply Steven)
?Stick the tab under the Illuminar Santiago and let?s make this into a bit
of a pre-marriage celebration.? Carson spoke with a smile as the second
officer moved towards the two men and Alaya. ?I don?t think I?ve ever
congratulated the two of you so let me correct that now, Congratulations!?
Alaya beamed at Carson, her genuine joy apparent as she reached out a hand
to their second officer. If he took it, she would share her emotions
through the touch link. Carson was sensitized to betazoids through his
relationship with Vex.
"Where is Vex?" Alaya asked curiously. "Usually Betazoids have two
attendant witnesses per bondmate and I was going to ask if she would mind?
Well, her and Luma." Alaya was truly radiant. "My other is Sienna and I
already asked her. She is going through some things and..." her voice
trailed off, seeing Riven and Michaela enter.
(Reply Carson)
::Riven! Over here by the bar!" Alaya called both verbally and
telepathically, waving her hand above her head.
(Reply Riven)
"Dr. Riven Mias, Ambassador of Betazoid and his Lady, Dr. Michaella Kirien,
this is my bondmate, Steven Hammons, and our second officer Carson Peters.
" Alaya caught Steven's hand. "The Ambassador and his Lady helped me when I
was a precocious 12 year old who had awakened abilities overnight. My
Foster parents were former Starfleet, they had no idea how to help me.
Riven helped me tremendously, but Betazed pulled it's embassy right before
I turned 16. I ended up going to Betazed at 17 for University and to get
further training. Oh." She turned as Santiago brought the drinks.
"Thanks Santiago!" Her joy was truly infectious this evening.
(Reply steven, carson, riven, Michaella, any who are present its a party!)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1906) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:58:11 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1906)
Carson had just finished asking Santiago to switch the tab from Hammon's
personal name to that of the Illuminar's when he realised how many people
Hammons & Alaya had actually invited to the bar. ~Oh well. The crew deserve
a good blow out.~ he thought to himself as he began to concern himself with
what Sekal would say if the bill turned out to be bigger than even he could
imagine. He hid a small smile with the thought that he'd have to ask Vex
for a loan.
The ship's counselor was there standing next to Hammons and obviously
incredibly happy with the gesture he'd made, she put her hand out as if to
shake his but stopped short. It took Carson a good second to realise she
was waiting for consent before taking his hand. He nodded his head slightly
and gripped hers, aware from his contact with Vex that he was about to
receive a flood of emotions.
And a flood they were. Alaya was incredibly happy & thankful.
"Where is Vex?" Alaya asked curiously. "Usually Betazoids have two
attendant witnesses per bondmate and I was going to ask if she would mind?
Well, her and Luma." Alaya's smile and radiating emotions were infectious.
"My other is Sienna and I already asked her. She is going through some
things and..." her voice trailed off as she noticed someone over Carson's
shoulder.
Before he answered he took his hand back and gripped a drink that was sat
on the bar, "She'll be here within the hour- hopefully with Luma in fact."
he began moving himself to the side so he could see who Alaya had spotted.
"She's adamant that until Luma can move freely with her that she is staying
on the ship."
(Reply Alaya iyw)
As the counselor waved over the man known as Riven, Carson collected his
thoughts on Vex being a part of the ceremony. He'd be interested to see how
she would take being asked, he knew that she wasn't the most comfortable
with her Betazed heritage. Having spent all put a small portion of her life
on Earth, a single child of tycoon parents, she was somewhat closed off
from the traditions and history of her ancestors.
"Dr. Riven Mias, Ambassador of Betazoid and his Lady, Dr. Michaella Kirien,
this is my bondmate, Steven Hammons, and our second officer Carson Peters.
" Alaya caught Steven's hand. "The Ambassador and his Lady helped me when I
was a precocious 12 year old who had awakened abilities overnight. My
Foster parents were former Starfleet, they had no idea how to help me.
Riven helped me tremendously, but Betazed pulled it's embassy right before
I turned 16. I ended up going to Betazed at 17 for University and to get
further training. Oh." She turned as Santiago brought the drinks.
Carson's eyes widened at the introduction and felt a tinge of regret, or
was it guilt for urging Vex to meet him at Red Sands now. She was about to
get ambushed by Alaya and meet the Ambassador from Betazed and from what
Carson knew- an extremely accomplished telepath. As an afterthought, there
was a good chance the Ambassador would know of or know Vex's estranged
father. Could he find a way to warn her before she turned up or not?
"An honor to meet you Doctors." Carson said, addressing both Riven &
Michaella. He hoped Riven wouldn't mind being addressed as Doctor, rather
than Ambassador. "Please, I hope you'll join in with the festivities. I've
just opened a tab with Santiago here to get the party started and celebrate
the pairing of these two." he nodded his head towards Steven and Alaya
whilst grinning.
(Reply Riven, Michaella, Alaya, any present)
Santiago came up from behind the bar and began handing out drinks.
"Thanks Santiago!" Alaya cheered.
Carson nodded to the man and slid over the bar a padd with his proof of
Starfleet ID. The barman wouldn't likely need it, he knew who the Second
Officer was. But there was a small part of Carson's mind that wanted him to
acknowledge his promotion. Carson spotted several of the Illuminar's
Security contingent heading into the bar and making a beeline to grab
drinks.
(Reply Santiago, any present)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1910) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 19:33:10 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1910)
Having spent most of the afternoon reviewing videos of old fights,
Hercules had put together a plan of attack for each of the fighters he
might face tomorrow.Of all the fighters, the Klingon Vodux of House
Konjah looked to be the strongest.He was persistent favoring a direct
attack, and he wasn?t afraid of the headbutt. The fights started
tomorrow at 2000, so he plenty of time to relax tonight.
Rumor had it that there was a happening going on at the Red Sands Bar
tonight, so he put on some his purple silk shirt with short sleeves and
a mandarin collar.On the back were two tigers facing each other in gold
thread.Casual tan pants and trainers completed the outfit.
Hercules entered the bar.It was clear that the party had started.Lots of
the Illuminar crew was here, mostly in uniform. Shrugging, he made his
way to the bar. Over the din of the music, ?Pomegranate juice with grass
jelly please.?
The bartender punched the order and in short order handing the red drink
to Devers, who gave his chit to start a tab.
Turning around, he leaned back against the bar to survey the crowd.Out
of the corner of his eye, he spied Rollin, a youngish crewman in
security and the Assistant Chief.He hadn?t seen Hammons yet but the
night was young.
Hercules made his way over to the Chief, who was eating a
burger.?Evening Chief,? Devers said.?Hey Rollin. You seen Hammons yet??
(Reply Lee, others)
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2 - 1912) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 17:46:01 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1912)
Hercules made his way over to the Chief, who was eating a burger. ?
As Keung bit into his burger and listening to Rollin what he been doing today, Hercules Devers appeared before them. Evening Chief,? Devers said. ?Hey Rollin. You seen Hammons yet??
Rollins looked around and pointed in the direction of Hammons.
?Evening, Devers. Just arrived?? said Keung, who then spotted the tigers on the back of Devers shirt ?Interesting design. What?s the significance?? He signed the bartender ?What you have? Its apparently on the tab!
(Reply anyone)
(Posted by John)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1915) Security Officer PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 13:55:36 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar? - Security PO3Hercules Devers - 1913)
Rollins pointed where Hammons was seated.
?Evening Devers. Just arrived?? The chief asked.
?Yes sir.Been breaking down some fight video all afternoon and heard
there was a party here, so I figured it was time to rest a bit.?
Devers turned around to put his empty glass down on the bar.?Interesting
design.? What?s the significance?? Lee asked.
?I trained in Muay Thai fighting in Thailand.The tigers represent
strength, power and fearlessness.The pattern is based on the tattoo I
got when I completed training with Kru Saget Petchyindee, who approved
the design.?
(reply Lee)
?What you have? Its apparently on the tab!?
Devers laughed, ?And I just started my own tab.Pomegranate juice with
grass jelly please.?
He turned to face Lee, ?It?s another taste I acquired while in Thailand.
A good drink before a fight.?
(Reply Lee)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1915) Security Officer PO3 Hercules Devers
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 20:54:37 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 1913)
Keung was intrigued by the tigers on Dever?s shirt.
?I trained in Muay Thai fighting in Thailand. The tigers represent strength, power and fearlessness. The pattern is based on the tattoo I got when I completed training with Kru Saget Petchyindee, who approved the design.?
?Muay Thai? Keung mused. ?Isn?t? there is another name for that.. I think its Thai boxing. Known as the art of limbs because it uses the combination of fist, elbows, knees and shins.
What you have? Its apparently on the tab!?
Devers laughed, ?And I just started my own tab. Pomegranate juice with grass jelly please.?
He turned to face Lee, ?It?s another taste I acquired while in Thailand. A good drink before a fight
?Pomegranate juice!!? exclaimed Keung. A thought came to him.
?I thinking of putting a team of instructors together help me to provide regular physical training on the ship for the crew especially Security Officers although it would be useful to the other crew members. I realised that you might be occupied with other duties but would you consider being one of my part time instructors...perhaps even introduce basic Muay Thai? Just an idea at the moment. Amongst many other things I got in mind? Explained Keung who was aware that other members of the crew were around him.
(reply anyone)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1917) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 18:16:20 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar? - Security PO3Hercules Devers - 1917)
?I am thinking of putting a team of instructors together help me to
provide regular physical training on the ship for the crew especially
Security Officers although it would be useful to the other crew
members.? I realized that you might be occupied with other duties, but
would you consider being one of my part time instructors...perhaps even
introduce basic Muay Thai?? Just an idea at the moment. Amongst many
other things I got in mind? ? Lee asked.
Devers chuckled, ?Sir, if you assign me to doing fitness training, then
it becomes part of those other duties.I couple strength training with
flexibility of dance.I have mastered Muay Thai as well as German
ju-jitsu and B?ton fran?ais.My twin brother got the mind, I got the
muscles.?
?Be nice to find some real sparring partners.Haven?t had time to see who
knows what, other than crewman Alex Collier.But he?s been avoiding
sparring with me since the last time we sparred and bruised his ribs
pretty bad.We still lift together though.?
(Reply Lee)
(Reply Lee)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1918)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 17:34:05 -0600
NRPG: Let's get this party started!
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven
Mias - 1918)
::I am going to make you feed me nachos naked in bed later Imzadi for
making me watch you eat them when you know very well I'm not dressed to
join you. Are you prepared to pay that penance?::
Steven turned to her with a wicked grin and leaned close to whisper. "Don't
threaten me woman. I will order beer and nachos to go later. Much later."
He then gave her a devilish wink.
?Stick the tab under the Illuminar Santiago and let?s make this into a bit
of a pre-marriage celebration.? Hammons turned to see his old chief
approaching. ?I don?t think I?ve ever congratulated the two of you so let
me correct that now, Congratulations!?
Hammons was beaming as he shook Carson's hand vigorously after Alaya.
"Thank you sir. Your offer is greatly appreciated.
"Where is Vex? Usually Betazoids have two attendant witnesses per bondmate
and I was going to ask if she would mind? Well, her and Luma. My other is
Sienna and I already asked her. She is going through some things and..."
While Carson was answering her they walked away from the bar into the
crowd. It wasn't long before the doors were opening and more people were
coming in.
The band got into position and started out slow with some light melodies.
The singer wasn't half bad although Steven had heard the original artist
and there really was no comparison. The music
was great though.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7MrUzf73ju1R8lD0TaP2n-n_GYNQQ8pX
::Riven! Over here by the bar!" Alaya called both verbally and
telepathically, waving her hand above her head.
Riven heard the shout and made his way over with Michaella in tow.
"Alaya we heard rumblings of something happening over here. Ooh! That
sounds good." He nodded at Steven then turned his smile toward Carson. And
who is this young man?"
"Dr. Riven Mias, Ambassador of Betazoid and his Lady, Dr. Michaella Kirien,
this is my bondmate, Steven Hammons, and our second officer Carson Peters.
The Ambassador and his Lady helped me when I was a precocious 12 year old
who had awakened abilities overnight. My Foster parents were former
Starfleet, they had no idea how to help me. Riven helped me tremendously,
but Betazed pulled it's embassy right before I turned 16. I ended up going
to Betazed at 17 for University and to get further training. Oh."
"An honor to meet you Doctors. Please, I hope you'll join in with the
festivities. I've just opened a tab with Santiago here to get the party
started and celebrate the pairing of these two."
Riven laughed. "Done! I will take you up on the offer second officer
Peters, may I call you Carson?"
Alays turned as Santiago approached. "Thanks Santiago!"
(Reply Santiago)
"A glass of white wine for myself and also for my my wife please Santiago.
A pleasure to meet you." Riven held out his hand for a shake.
(Reply: Santiago)
The band ended the song and started another.
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UChWfNxxWaBeoD7ip-EMwN1Q
Steven saw another group come in including Keung Lee and Hercules Devers
and made his way toward them. "Welcome to the party gentlemen! I hope you
have fun here tonight. We're going to be here late unless I get drunk and
have to be carried out." He laughed. "Put your drinks on the Illuminar tab
if you haven't already. Commander Peters wouldn't hear of me paying and
took it over from me. The band is doing warm up songs now and I expect
things to be hopping pretty soon."
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya)
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7MrUzf73ju28Bckx5CZrlFLHMzKYCjmb
"Oh yeah! That's more like it!" Hammons shouted as the band started
cranking up the energy.
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya, Santiago, any)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (1-1918)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 17:44:02 -0600
NRPG: Let's get this party started!
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons and Dr. Riven
Mias - 1918)
::I am going to make you feed me nachos naked in bed later Imzadi for
making me watch you eat them when you know very well I'm not dressed to
join you. Are you prepared to pay that penance?::
Steven turned to her with a wicked grin and leaned close to whisper. "Don't
threaten me woman. I will order beer and nachos to go later. Much later."
He then gave her a devilish wink.
?Stick the tab under the Illuminar Santiago and let?s make this into a bit
of a pre-marriage celebration.? Hammons turned to see his old chief
approaching. ?I don?t think I?ve ever congratulated the two of you so let
me correct that now, Congratulations!?
Hammons was beaming as he shook Carson's hand vigorously after Alaya.
"Thank you sir. Your offer is greatly appreciated.
"Where is Vex? Usually Betazoids have two attendant witnesses per bondmate
and I was going to ask if she would mind? Well, her and Luma. My other is
Sienna and I already asked her. She is going through some things and..."
While Carson was answering her they walked away from the bar into the
crowd. It wasn't long before the doors were opening and more people were
coming in.
The band got into position and started out slow with some light melodies.
The singer wasn't half bad although Steven had heard the original artist
and there really was no comparison. The music
was great though.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7MrUzf73ju1R8lD0TaP2n-n_GYNQQ8pX
::Riven! Over here by the bar!" Alaya called both verbally and
telepathically, waving her hand above her head.
Riven heard the shout and made his way over with Michaella in tow.
"Alaya we heard rumblings of something happening over here. Ooh! That
sounds good." He nodded at Steven then turned his smile toward Carson. And
who is this young man?"
"Dr. Riven Mias, Ambassador of Betazed and his Lady, Dr. Michaella Kirien,
this is my bondmate, Steven Hammons, and our second officer Carson Peters.
The Ambassador and his Lady helped me when I was a precocious 12 year old
who had awakened abilities overnight. My Foster parents were former
Starfleet, they had no idea how to help me. Riven helped me tremendously,
but Betazed pulled it's embassy right before I turned 16. I ended up going
to Betazed at 17 for University and to get further training. Oh."
"An honor to meet you Doctors. Please, I hope you'll join in with the
festivities. I've just opened a tab with Santiago here to get the party
started and celebrate the pairing of these two."
Riven laughed. "Done! I will take you up on the offer second officer
Peters, may I call you Carson?"
(Reply: Carson)
Alays turned as Santiago approached. "Thanks Santiago!"
(Reply Santiago)
"A glass of white wine for myself and also for my my wife please Santiago.
A pleasure to meet you." Riven held out his hand for a shake.
(Reply: Santiago)
The band ended the song and started another.
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UChWfNxxWaBeoD7ip-EMwN1Q
Steven saw another group come in including Keung Lee and Hercules Devers
and made his way toward them. "Welcome to the party gentlemen! I hope you
have fun here tonight. We're going to be here late unless I get drunk and
have to be carried out." He laughed. "Put your drinks on the Illuminar tab
if you haven't already. Commander Peters wouldn't hear of me paying and
took it over from me. The band is doing warm up songs now and I expect
things to be hopping pretty soon."
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya)
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7MrUzf73ju28Bckx5CZrlFLHMzKYCjmb
"Oh yeah! That's more like it!" Hammons shouted as the band started
cranking up the energy.
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Carson, Alaya, Santiago, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1920) ACO Lieutenant (JG) Dieter Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 18:49:09 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base ? The Red Sands Bar? - ACO Lieutenant (JG) Dieter Gregory - 1920)
Ishi has been right, the new programing block language for the isolinear
chips was more sophisticated and easier to use than before. He was able
to complete the first draft of SPOTS operating system in record time.?
It was now being compiled and simulated to see where the issues were.?
He's be able to review those in the morning and make corrections.? With
any luck, he'd have SPOTS mark 1 ready for testing in a couple of days.?
Much faster than if he was doing this on the Illuminar.? Having the
technical resources of a full Star Fleet base was not something to laugh
at.
Lieutenant Akimoto had declined his offer for dinner to discuss
engineering issues and such as she had to get back to her family.? She
suggested the Red Sands, so Dieter headed over there and was surprised
to find, as he entered the bar, that there was a party going on.?
Grabbing one of the operations team, he discovered that the Second
Officer had opened a tab as a celebration for two of the crew getting
married.
Moving to the bar, he got a glass of Aldeberan Whiskey.? He took the
glass, "It is green, " he said.
"Yes sir, it is." replied the barman.
Dieter turned around to take in the sights when he heard someone shout
out "Oh yeah!? That's more like it."
The band seemed to take the encouragement as they began to play louder.
Since there were many uniforms, and one gaudy purple shirt surrounding
the man, he headed over to the periphery to learn more before he got too
involved.
(Reply any - Lee, Carson, Alaya, Hammons et al. )
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1921) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 19:05:13 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
?Well I?m afraid I be no good as a sparing partner.? I?m not trained in
any marital arts.? Contrary to what folks believe that all Orientals
?can do kung fu!? Lee said.
"? chacun son go?t.? Learning to fight honorably, ironically kept me off
the streets and getting into trouble when I was younger, that and my
grandfather," Devers chuckled.
(reply Lee)
Hercules saw Hammons approach them, "Welcome to the party gentlemen! I
hope you have fun here tonight. We're going to be here late unless I get
drunk and have to be carried out." He laughed. "Put your drinks on the
Illuminar tab if you haven't already. Commander Peters wouldn't hear of
me paying and took it over from me. The band is doing warm up songs now
and I expect things to be hopping pretty soon."
"Steve," Devers said, "Congratulations to you and your bride to be.? Can
I have your room when you two move into larger quarters?" he asked
(reply Hammons)
"And I hope you're not expecting me to carry your drunk carcass back
tonight, I have a fight tomorrow night, but the music is rocking.? "
https://youtu.be/lHafEGJ4xyo
(reply Lee, Hammons, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1924) SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 20:05:48 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC COUNS Alaya Ravenstone - 1924)
Alaya was dragged away from the group she was speaking with as Steven took
off for another group, this time a group of security officers. Alaya
laughingly allowed herself to be dragged. She knew Devers a bit, and of
course she knew Lee. Her and Lee had an interaction during the Bajor
mission and Alaya was positive that the man did not like her at all. He had
never said anything of course, but it was just the impression that she got.
And that impression said that he did not approve of her dress. Well, Steven
had dressed her and she was dressed to please him and not others, so she
tilted her chin up pridefully. She could not wait for the dancing to start
so that they could all enjoy themselves and so that she could show that she
knew how to dance and that she was truly gifted in that area. Dancing after
all was not that far away from the betazoid stave combat that she practiced
with Steven. While she was good with staff and her short blades, she was
not an expert.
That was why she continued to work out at every opportunity that presented
itself.
"Can I have your room when you two move into larger quarters?" Devers
asked, reminding Alaya of the present and calling her out of her
daydreaming.
"What quarters?" She turned and looked up at Steven curiously. "He lives
with me, has since we were both stationed on the Mystique..." Her voice
trailed off and she turned to her Imzadi with an amused glint to her eyes
and swatted playfully at his arm, "You beast! You kept quarters away from
me?" She accused, her eyes flashing playfully. "I think, for that, he
deserves to pay in a shot. For not believing in our relationship. And since
you got him into trouble Devers - you can pick the poison and have one too!"
Oh Alaya was a tried and true brat and she was having fun already. And she
wasn't even halfway through her first glass of wine.
(reply all at the party - esp Hammons and Devers)
(posted by that other brat, Mel)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 1927) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 21:51:22 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - Security PO3 Hercules eevers - 1927)
Devers realized he stepped into something as Hammons bride to be started
to chastise him.
"What quarters?"? She eyed Hammons oddly.
"He lives with me, has since we were both stationed on the Mystique..."
Her voice trailed off before she swatted playfully at his arm, "You
beast! You kept quarters away from me?"
?"I think, for that, he deserves to pay in a shot. For not believing in
our relationship. And since you got him into trouble Devers - you can
pick the poison and have one too!" Ravenstone said.
Devers looked like a deer in the headlights.? "Excuse me Ma'am?"? he asked.
"I would gladly see Hammons down a shot of Sangsom, but I must beg off.
I have a fight tomorrow, Ma'am, and I intend to win.? I don't drink
before a fight."? Devers said.? "I'll gladly do it after I win the fight."
(Reply Ravenstone, Devers)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1931)- SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:45:38 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1931)
?Good evening Counselor. Mr Hammons. Can I offer my congratulations on
your forthcoming marriage. It?s an exciting step that you taking. As they
say...may your future be a bright and happy one.? The assistant chief of
security said with a smile while raising his glass.
Hammons grinned at him. "Thank you chief for the well wishes. It would be
even more exciting if it wasn't a formal Betazoid affair." His face paled
just a bit. "Humans aren't wired to run around in their birthday suits
after the age of five."
(Reply: Lee)
"Oh yes, it's THAT type of Betazoid formal affair. It's a good thing
Saarsgard ran the gut off me over the last year and a half." Then he
chuckled in spite of himself.
"Steve, congratulations to you and your bride to be. Can I have your room
when you two move into larger quarters?"
"Hey Hercules, thanks." Steven looked over at him blankly for an instant.
"What? You mean they still haven't filled that room yet? I told them when I
came on that I had other quarters."
"And I hope you're not expecting me to carry your drunk carcass back
tonight, I have a fight tomorrow night, but the music is rocking."
Hammon's grin was from ear to ear. "I've staggered home from many a drunken
night. Just prop me in a corner somewhere till I get my bearings." And
indeed Steven had many such instances in his past. He had always been a
jokester, rabble rouser and wild child. His and Boyles drunken escapade at
Trill had already made the rounds of Mars and both new ships owing to their
time when all of the officers had been on the Mystique. His last memory of
that night was looking inside the sack they had brought from the bar,
seeing the two unopened bottles of Johnny Walker red label scotch and
realizing he had bought out their entire stock which had been a half dozen.
Which meant that he and Boyles had shared four bottles. No wonder he had
felt like death barely warmed over the next morning! And Boyles had been
forced to go to medical that night on the ship so Hammons assumed he had
drunk the most. ~Considering the way he was throwing them down early that
wouldn't be a surprise.~ Unfortunately Hammons had fallen in and tried to
match his pace.
"What quarters?" Alaya stepped up interested. "He lives with me, has since
we were both stationed on the Mystique..." She then gave him a light tap on
the arm. "You beast! You kept quarters away from me? I think, for that, he
deserves to pay in a shot. For not believing in our relationship. And since
you got him into trouble Devers - you can pick the poison and have one
too!"
"Excuse me Ma'am?" Devers looked like a mouse facing down a cat. "I would
gladly see Hammons down a shot of Sangsom, but I must beg off. I have a
fight tomorrow, Ma'am, and I intend to win. I don't drink before a fight.
I'll gladly do it after I win the fight."
Hammons laughed. "It's all right Herc. No reason for you to pay for a
glitch in the system. He turned to Alaya. "I couldn't very well throw wild
parties in our shared quarters now could I"
(Reply: Alaya)
He nimbly dodged her kick and caught her in a squeezing hug then kissed
her. He knew she was connected with him at a level he couldn't match and
could see that he was joking. "Maybe Keung will take that shot with me." He
turned to Keung. "How about it sir? What's your poison? I'm a scotch man
myself."
(Reply Keung)
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=BxxZUgiH-oo&feature=share\
"Whoo!" Hammons grabbed Alaya after the song started. "First dance of the
night!" He turned to Keung Lee. "I'll be right back after this dance."
(Reply: Keung, Devers, Carson, Alaya, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1935)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 23:58:43 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1935)
Riven laughed as the couple took off for a clear area near the stage and
began an intimate, slow dance to the song. "Ah the exuberance of youth." He
declared with a twinkle in his eyes. He watched them for a moment then
turned to Carson.
"Would you mind telling me a little about your ship Commander? If current
plans aren't changed Michaella and I will be joining you for a time." He
said nothing about Sienna's treatment of the morning and would not since it
was confidential information and the memories he had touched had given him
no insight on the vessel. He knew very little about it outside of its
classification and generally released information which wasn't much.
Vice-Admiral Saleke had been closed-mouthed as well.
(Reply: Carson, Santiago)
Riven received the glass and took a sip of his wine. "Oh that is
refreshing. A pinot grigio from Earth I would think. Chilled and light with
a hint of sweetness. Thank you Santiago, a very good choice. My
compliments."
(Reply: Santiago)
::What do you think of the wine my dear?:: He turned smiling eyes to
Michaella and saw her pleased expression followed by the wash of
contentment from her as she sampled the contents of her fluted glass.
He gave a throaty laugh and took another sip himself. "Excellent."
His attention returned to Carson. "Please forgive my rudeness. Now where
were we? Ah yes! I know very little about the mission myself. Vice-Admiral
Saleke told us that the briefing was being prepared and there was a colony
ship to be diverted but little else beyond that. Saleke has always been
that way. He won't utter a peep until the briefing is completed and the
information is set in stone. Vulcans will deny it but they hate to be
wrong." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "If even one word of the report
were to differ from anything he said he would be most displeased I
guarantee it."
(Reply: Carson, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:37) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2020 06:18:13 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl -19:37)
Even though Jaton had already ducked into the Red Sands once before tonight, he didn?t feel much like eating alone in his quarters. And besides, it?d give him an opportunity to catch up with Santiago which he hadn?t had before. So he resolved to go back.
As he walked in he saw he was far from the only crew member there. It seemed most of the Illuminar?s senior staff was there. Turned out he?d get to be even more sociable than he thought. He walked over to the bar, and smiled at Santiago.
?Long time no see, my friend,? he began. ?What gave you gotten up tto in the last two hours??
(Reply Santiago, any at the party)
(Posted by Spencer)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1937) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 22:41:03 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1937)
"Would you mind telling me a little about your ship Commander? If current plans aren't changed Michaella and I will be joining you for a time." The Ambassador asked as he turned his attention back on Carson.
?Of course- it?ll be a delight to have the both of you onboard. She?s a new ship Ambassador. Can?t get much newer or fresher off the line.? Carson said, his pride in the ship pouring out of him. ?Fast, versatile and suited to many a variety of missions from long-term exploration to quick encounters, or equally a scientific and relocation mission which it seems we could be heading for.
Riven received the glass and took a sip of his wine. "Oh that is refreshing. A pinot grigio from Earth I would think. Chilled and light with a hint of sweetness. Thank you Santiago, a very good choice. My compliments."
(Reply: Santiago)
?Could you prep a bottle of Rose please.? Carson said to Santiago, he had just noticed a vision of beauty out of the corner of his eye and she was fast approaching through the crowd.
(Reply Santiago)
Riven gave a throaty laugh and took another sip himself. "Excellent." And then continued, "Please forgive my rudeness. Now where were we? Ah yes! I know very little about the mission myself. Vice-Admiral Saleke told us that the briefing was being prepared and there was a colony ship to be diverted but little else beyond that. Saleke has always been that way. He won't utter a peep until the briefing is completed and the information is set in stone. Vulcans will deny it but they hate to be wrong." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "If even one word of the report were to differ from anything he said he would be most displeased I guarantee it."
?Why be wrong when they can abstain until they?re correct?? Carson commented light-heartedly. ?You know about as much as I do Ambassador. I believe the hope is that your skills with the spoken language will help smooth over any communications or discussions to be hard with the colony ship. Ah,? Carson paused for a moment as Vex?ahlia strode through the crowd. She wore her hair down the large loop earrings dangling from her ears, resting around her neck was a strong gold and platinum laced chain which held a piece of jewellery that few could guess its value or rarity. ?May I introduce the stunning Vex?ahlia Jordaan. Vex is on of the main Engineers onboard the Illuminar as well as having the mis-fortune to be paired up with me.? He winked and smiled. He knew Vex liked him to be a little more cautious when around Starfleet officials that weren?t aware of their relationship, but he couldn?t help it.
(Reply Riven, any)
Vex smoothed down the pitch black jumpsuit she was wearing, a nervousness came over her. The usually nerves she felt when meeting officials from Betazed. Either because of her parents reputations or her own uneasiness with her own culture it was always more awkward than it needed to be. ?A pleasure you meet you both.? She said politely, ::This is THE Riven that you knew when you were paired with the Vanyssa?:: she asked Luma by casting her mind towards the jewel at the centre of her chest.
Carson took the glass of Rose from Santiago has he handed it to him and waited patiently for the second that he could tell Vex was talking with Luma privately and then handed her the glass.
(Reply Riven/Luma/Any at the party)
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2-1940)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2020 15:28:18 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1940)
?Good evening Counselor. Mr Hammons. Can I offer my congratulations on your forthcoming marriage. It?s an exciting step that you taking. As they say...may your future be a bright and happy one.? The assistant chief of security said with a smile while raising his glass.
Hammons grinned at him. "Thank you chief for the well wishes. It would be even more exciting if it wasn't a formal Betazoid affair." His face paled just a bit. "Humans aren't wired to run around in their birthday suits after the age of five."
Keung smiled. He had heard of the traditions of Betazoid weddings that the immediate family and the couple appeared in the nude!
?Wow! Naked at a Betazoid wedding. That?s quite a..er..culture shock? said Keung
"Oh yes, it's THAT type of Betazoid formal affair. It's a good thing Saarsgard ran the gut off me over the last year and a half." Then he chuckled in spite of himself.
Keung listened to the exchanges that was taking place about Hammon?s drunken escapades and Hercules wanting Hammond?s quarters! He was amused by the antics of Hammond and the counsellor, then he said
"Maybe Keung will take that shot with me. How about it sir? What's your poison? I'm a scotch man myself."
?Well, I don?t drink alcohol. I?m a coke man! Replied Keung. That probably sounded better in his head. ?That?s coke cola..with lemon and ice!. However I quite happy to see you getting tanked!?
The Band started playing a song which Keung recognised ?Drive?. Wow! Another classic by..Keung racked his memory..by the Cars. Now if I could remember the year...1994!
"Whoo!" Keung heard Hammond "First dance of the night!" He took the counselor in hand taking her onto the dance floor and turned to Keung Lee. "I'll be right back after this dance."
Keung turned to the bartender. ?A coke with ice and lemon and..a scotch!?
(reply anyone)
(posted by John)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1940) Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres
From: bano1853 at gmail.com (Will Banowsky)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 01:11:17 +0100
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torresl
-19:40)
?Long time no see, my friend,? he began. ?What gave you gotten up to in the
last two hours??
"I've been busy planning this little fiesta my friend. It's been a bit
crazy, lots of requests, had to really go and find the best of my reserves.
Lest anyone say I throw a lousy party.
(reply Jaton)
Before Santiago could respond he was greeted by a compliment from
ambassador Mias.
"Thank you Santiago, a very good choice. My compliments."
"You are more than welcome. I do my best to entertain and make people
merry." The spaniard said with a smile.
He then turned once more to the Trill officer.
"So tell me, how have you been? Do you still find yourself an anomaly in
this world, or have you fully embraced your second chance? It has been so
long since we have spoken,"
(reply Jaton)
Before he could respond, Santiago was once more interrupted.
"Eh my aplogies Jaton, life of a bartender." Santiago then turned to
Commander Peters.
?Could you prep a bottle of Rose please.? Carson said to Santiago.
"Certainly," The Spaniard said as he then looked at the wine fridge below
of the bar and pulled out a bottle. He quickly uncorked it and placed it in
an ice bucket on a tray with two glasses. "It is a chateu Picard, 2440.
Very good vintage,"
(reply Carson)
"Please enjoy it."
(reply Carson)
Santiago then turned once more to the Trill officer and smiled. "Now then,
where were we, ah yes. So how goes the life of Jaton Alyl?'
(reply Jaton)
(reply Jaton, Carson, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 18:17:43 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1941)
The song had been a perfect first dance number, "Waiting for a girl like
you" by a band known as "Foreigner" and they had danced cheek to cheek.
Hammons was on cloud nine, the music was awesome, the party was now in full
swing and he was in his element. He held onto Alaya's hand and was leading
her off the dance floor until the next number started up.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=sSkEFkl7vIY&feature=share
"All stop! We can't miss this one." Hammons pulled her in again.
(Reply: Alaya)
The gathering was growing and they had to wind their way past several
couples before he spotted Devers, Lee and the others. His gaze also noted
someone else making their way over with a tray of drinks and he chuckled,
Petty Officer 2nd Class Jared Boyles had now joined the party!
Boyles was grinning fiendishly as he walked up to Keung Lee. "You must be
the gentleman who ordered the scotch and coke sir."
(Reply: Lee)
Boyles snickered. "In separate glasses of course. Here's your Coke with ice
and lemon sir." He passed Lee the glass then turned to Hammons as the
couple approached. "And since I know Hammons likes scotch this must be for
you buddy."
Hammons' grin faded as he looked at the glass. "That isn't a shot Boyles."
"Oh yes it is!" Boyles grin widened. "It just happens to be called a
double. I heard the chief ordered you a shot and figured you must be
thirsty so I upped the intake."
Jared laughed as he passed the brimming shot glass to Hammons. "Drink up."
Hammons looked over the glass with a feigned glare before taking a taste
then his eyes widened a bit as he smacked his lips. "Oh this is good stuff,
not like we had back on Trill."
"Nah, that was rotgut." Boyles snickered. "Same distiller but green label
this time. Johnny Walker with taste." He watched with glee as Hammons took
another delighted sip. "You do know the purpose of a shot right?"
"If you think I'm going to just throw something like this down you've gone
insane Boyles. I'm going to savor this."
Boyles shrugged. "Suit yourself,"...took another glass similarly filled
from the tray and killed half of it in one gulp. "You're right, this is
good." Then finished it off.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
The band had regrouped and started in again.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=E7DU70UTI3Q&feature=share
"Not a bad song." Hammons grinned over at Alaya. "They seem to be running a
theme tonight."
(Reply: Alaya)
He took another transcendent sip and looked to Devers and Lee. "What are
you fellows
doing tomorrow? Have plans already?"
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 15:49:44 +0000 (UTC)
two great songs
On Saturday, November 14, 2020, 07:18:02 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1941)????
The song had been a perfect first dance number, "Waiting for a girl like you" by a band known as "Foreigner" and they had danced cheek to cheek. Hammons was on cloud nine, the music was awesome, the party was now in full swing and he was in his element. He held onto Alaya's hand and was leading her off the dance floor until the next number started up.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=sSkEFkl7vIY&feature=share
"All stop! We can't miss this one." Hammons pulled her in again.
(Reply: Alaya)
The gathering was growing and they had to wind their way past several couples before he spotted Devers, Lee and the others. His gaze also noted someone else making their way over with a tray of drinks and he chuckled, Petty Officer 2nd Class Jared Boyles had now joined the party!
Boyles was grinning fiendishly as he walked up to Keung Lee. "You must be the gentleman who ordered the scotch and coke sir."
(Reply: Lee)
Boyles snickered. "In separate glasses of course. Here's your Coke with ice and lemon sir." He passed Lee the glass then turned to Hammons as the couple approached. "And since I know Hammons likes scotch this must be for you buddy."
Hammons' grin faded as he looked at the glass. "That isn't a shot Boyles."
"Oh yes it is!" Boyles grin widened. "It just happens to be called a double. I heard the chief ordered you a shot and figured you must be thirsty so I upped the intake."
Jared laughed as he passed the brimming shot glass to Hammons. "Drink up."
Hammons looked over the glass with a feigned glare before taking a taste then his eyes widened a bit as he smacked his lips. "Oh this is good stuff, not like we had back on Trill."
"Nah, that was rotgut." Boyles snickered. "Same distiller but green label this time. Johnny Walker with taste." He watched with glee as Hammons took another delighted sip. "You do know the purpose of a shot right?"
"If you think I'm going to just throw something like this down you've gone insane Boyles. I'm going to savor this."
Boyles shrugged. "Suit yourself,"...took another glass similarly filled from the tray and killed half of it in one gulp. "You're right, this is good." Then finished it off.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
The band had regrouped and started in again.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=E7DU70UTI3Q&feature=share
"Not a bad song." Hammons grinned over at Alaya. "They seem to be running a theme tonight."
(Reply: Alaya)
He took another transcendent sip and looked to Devers and Lee. "What are you fellows??doing tomorrow? Have plans already?"
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
(Posted by Charles G)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1941)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 15:52:44 +0000 (UTC)
We can discuss a song Trei can sing at the wedding
On Sunday, November 15, 2020, 10:49:49 AM EST, Edward Engel via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
two great songs
On Saturday, November 14, 2020, 07:18:02 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons - 1941)????
The song had been a perfect first dance number, "Waiting for a girl like you" by a band known as "Foreigner" and they had danced cheek to cheek. Hammons was on cloud nine, the music was awesome, the party was now in full swing and he was in his element. He held onto Alaya's hand and was leading her off the dance floor until the next number started up.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=sSkEFkl7vIY&feature=share
"All stop! We can't miss this one." Hammons pulled her in again.
(Reply: Alaya)
The gathering was growing and they had to wind their way past several couples before he spotted Devers, Lee and the others. His gaze also noted someone else making their way over with a tray of drinks and he chuckled, Petty Officer 2nd Class Jared Boyles had now joined the party!
Boyles was grinning fiendishly as he walked up to Keung Lee. "You must be the gentleman who ordered the scotch and coke sir."
(Reply: Lee)
Boyles snickered. "In separate glasses of course. Here's your Coke with ice and lemon sir." He passed Lee the glass then turned to Hammons as the couple approached. "And since I know Hammons likes scotch this must be for you buddy."
Hammons' grin faded as he looked at the glass. "That isn't a shot Boyles."
"Oh yes it is!" Boyles grin widened. "It just happens to be called a double. I heard the chief ordered you a shot and figured you must be thirsty so I upped the intake."
Jared laughed as he passed the brimming shot glass to Hammons. "Drink up."
Hammons looked over the glass with a feigned glare before taking a taste then his eyes widened a bit as he smacked his lips. "Oh this is good stuff, not like we had back on Trill."
"Nah, that was rotgut." Boyles snickered. "Same distiller but green label this time. Johnny Walker with taste." He watched with glee as Hammons took another delighted sip. "You do know the purpose of a shot right?"
"If you think I'm going to just throw something like this down you've gone insane Boyles. I'm going to savor this."
Boyles shrugged. "Suit yourself,"...took another glass similarly filled from the tray and killed half of it in one gulp. "You're right, this is good." Then finished it off.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya)
The band had regrouped and started in again.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=E7DU70UTI3Q&feature=share
"Not a bad song." Hammons grinned over at Alaya. "They seem to be running a theme tonight."
(Reply: Alaya)
He took another transcendent sip and looked to Devers and Lee. "What are you fellows??doing tomorrow? Have plans already?"
(Reply: Devers, Lee, Alaya, any at the party)
(Posted by Charles G)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:42) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 00:32:29 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torresl
-19:40)
?Long time no see, my friend,? he began. ?What have you gotten up to in the
last two hours??
"I've been busy planning this little fiesta my friend. It's been a bit
crazy, lots of requests, had to really go and find the best of my reserves.
Lest anyone say I throw a lousy party.
Jaton smiled. "As if it were possible for you to throw a lousy party. I
remember some of the raves that we had before I shipped out."
Before Santiago could respond he was greeted by a compliment from
ambassador Mias.
"Thank you Santiago, a very good choice. My compliments."
"You are more than welcome. I do my best to entertain and make people
merry." The Spaniard said with a smile.
He then turned once more to the Trill officer.
"So tell me, how have you been? Do you still find yourself an anomaly in
this world, or have you fully embraced your second chance? It has been so
long since we have spoken,"
Jaton nodded. "Well I suppose we didn't get a chance to talk earlier today,
but thanks for asking. I'm feeling a lot better about myself now that I've
gotten out and explored my role in the cosmos and my second chance."
Before he could respond, Santiago was once more interrupted.
"Eh my aplogies Jaton, life of a bartender." Santiago then turned to
Commander Peters.
?Could you prep a bottle of Rose please.? Carson said to Santiago.
"Certainly," The Spaniard said as he then looked at the wine fridge below
of the bar and pulled out a bottle. He quickly uncorked it and placed it in
an ice bucket on a tray with two glasses. "It is a chateu Picard, 2440.
Very good vintage,"
(reply Carson)
"Please enjoy it."
(reply Carson)
Santiago then turned once more to the Trill officer and smiled. "Now then,
where were we, ah yes. So how goes the life of Jaton Alyl?'
Jaton was about to start off and catch him up on everything that had been
going on when he felt his stomach growl. "Well if you grab me some
currywurst I'll be more than glad to dish on what's been going on."
(reply Santiago, Carson, any at party)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1944)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 23:15:57 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1944)
Riven smiled and chuckled at Carson's comment. The man became distracted
for a moment so the Betazoid took a refreshing pull from his glass.
?May I introduce the stunning Vex?ahlia Jordaan. Vex is on of the main
Engineers onboard the Illuminar as well as having the mis-fortune to be
paired up with me.?
The mind healer turned with a smile to greet the new arrival. "Wonderful. I
am am so glad to make your acquaintance Vex'ahlia."
?A pleasure you meet you both.? She said politely,
(Reply: Luma)
Riven held out his right hand to take hers and the nearly empty glass
slipped through the suddenly nerveless fingers of his left hand to shatter
on the floor.
His eyes were focused unknowingly on the jewel that odorned her neck. He
felt a presence he had not encountered for three decades.
::It can't be. Luma!!:: His unbridled joy resonated through the telepathic
communication. He was completely unaware of the wine on his sandaled left
foot and the jagged pieces of glass nearby.
(Reply: Luma)
Riven's laughter was audible over the loud music. ::What a joy to meet with
you again! I was talking with Saleke about you yesterday and have been
eager to get to the Illuminar to speak with you.::
(Reply- Luma, Vex)
He suddenly realized that Luma was not alone with him in the link and that
he was intruding so he pulled his mind back. His sandal crunched on glass
as he stepped back. "Oh my! I am so sorry for intruding!" He bowed from the
waist to Vex as the others looked on astonished.
(Reply: Vex, Carson, any)
Riven suddenly realized he was standing in a puddle and could feel wet and
prickly shards upon his feet so he looked from his left hand to the floor
and back as a wet towel was placed there by Michaella who was smiling at
him.
::Thank you my love. We have just been visited by the very ancient and
delightful being you were sent here to talk to.::
(Reply: Michaella, Vex, Luma, Carson, any)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
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ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (2-1944)- SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 23:27:23 -0600
NRPG: Cleaned up a bit.
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador at Large- Dr. Riven
Mias - 1944)
Riven smiled and chuckled at Carson's comment. The man became distracted
for a moment so the Betazoid took a refreshing pull from his glass.
?May I introduce the stunning Vex?ahlia Jordaan. Vex is on of the main
Engineers onboard the Illuminar as well as having the mis-fortune to be
paired up with me.?
The mind healer turned with a smile to greet the new arrival. "Wonderful. I
am so glad to make your acquaintance Vex'ahlia."
?A pleasure you meet you both.? She said politely,
(Reply: Luma)
Riven held out his right hand to take hers and the nearly empty glass
slipped through the suddenly nerveless fingers of his left hand to shatter
on the floor.
His eyes were focused unknowingly on the luminous blue jewel that adorned
her neck. He felt a presence he had not encountered for three decades.
::It can't be. Luma!!:: His unbridled joy resonated through the telepathic
communication. He was completely unaware of the wine on his sandaled left
foot and the jagged pieces of glass nearby.
(Reply: Luma)
Riven's laughter was audible over the loud music. ::What a joy to meet you
again! I was talking with Saleke yesterday and have been eager to get to
the Illuminar to speak with you.::
(Reply- Luma, Vex)
He suddenly realized that Luma was not alone with him in the link and that
he was intruding so he pulled his mind back. His sandal crunched on glass
as he stepped back. "Oh my! I am so sorry for intruding!" He bowed from the
waist to Vex as the others looked on astonished.
(Reply: Vex, Carson, any)
Riven suddenly realized he was standing in a puddle and could feel wet and
prickly shards upon his feet so he looked from his left hand to the floor
and back as a wet towel was placed there by Michaella who was smiling at
him.
::Thank you my love. We have just been visited by the very ancient and
delightful being you were sent here to talk to.::
(Reply: Michaella, Vex, Luma, Carson, any)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 19:44) Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres
From: bano1853 at gmail.com (Will Banowsky)
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 23:20:08 +0100
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars - Red Sands Tavern - Manager of the Red Sands, Santiago Torres -19:44)
"Well if you grab me some currywurst I'll be more than glad to dish on
what's been going on."
Santiago nodded and sent one of the waitstaff to the kitchen, in moments
there was a Currywurst in front of Jaton.
"One currywurst as you asked."
(Reply Jaton)
"Never really had the dish, but I trust my chefs to put out good quality
food."
(reply Jaton)
"Now then, just like you said, dish for a dish, so tell me, how has journey
been."
(reply Jaton)
(reply Jaton)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1945, 1950) SecO PO3 Devers and ACO Lt (jg) Gregory
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 09:44:16 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO3 Hercules Devers - 1945)
"What are you fellows doing tomorrow? Have plans already?" Hammons asked.
?Me?I?ve got a fight tomorrow night.Special event for some traveling
fight club,? Devers replied.?I can see about getting you tickets, if you
wish.?
(Reply Hammons, Lee, others)
The band started rocking out with another song.https://youtu.be/cemhjhQbb8Y
?A lively tune, I?m inspired to dance,? Devers said as he moved to the
dance floor to bust a move or two.
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? ACO-Lieutenant(jg) Dieter Gregory ? 1950)
While the security officer was cutting a rug on the dance floor, Gregory
approached the celebratory table with a bottle in one hand and glasses
in the other.Putting them on the table, he popped the cork on the bottle
and poured into the flutes. Taking one of the glasses, he raised it high
?Come quickly! I am tasting the stars!I have bottled all the stars for
you on this very champagne night,? he said.
?Congratulations to the soon to be newlyweds!?
(Reply any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 1945) SPCs Dr. Michaella Kirien-Mias & SPC Luma`Lenai
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 22:00:54 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - SPC Federation Ambassador - Dr. Michaella
Kirien-Mias & SPC Luma`Lenai - 1945)
It had been a process to move Luma into the crystal, with Luma needing to
shift her focus and remain tight linked with Vex in order to remain in the
crystal and not float out into the universe. Remaining as she was was so
difficult at times. Vex was meeting two Federation ambassadors and one was
very familiar to Luma. The other tasted like him, so she must be his mate.
::It can't be. Luma!! What a joy to meet you again! I was talking with
Saleke yesterday and have been eager to get to the Illuminar to speak with
you.::
Luma giggled, her weave with Vex very tight. ::My Vex, this is the Riven,
he has come to help Our Sienna and to help Our Alaya bond with the Steven.
The Riven is a Priest of The Goddess.:: Luma said that as if there was only
one Goddess that mattered. ::My Vex, you may trust him, he is not like your
Father.:: Luma seemed almost anxious for Vex to like Riven. ::When Luma
damaged the Vanyssa, the Riven took care of her. The Riven, did you know
that the Vanyssa and the Ketal's daughter is here on the Illuminar? Well we
aren't there right now, but she is. You should talk to her, the Riven::
"Oh my! I am so sorry for intruding!" Riven spoke quietly while Michaella
was watching Riven in both astonishment and amusement.
"Let's get you out of this mess, my dearest." Michaella had a medical
tricorder in her pocket and took it out, detaching the dermal regenerator
and kneeling to tend to her heart's feet while Riven was explaining what
had just happened.
:Thank you my love. We have just been visited by the very ancient and
delightful being you were sent here to talk to.::
::Well that is lovely. Luma, Vex, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I was
sent here to study Luma and record some of the vast quantity of preBetazoid
history that she has. I never expected that she would be able to leave the
ship however.:: Michaella included Carson in the conversation by vocalizing
it out loud after she spoke it telepathically. ::Can Luma 'hear' spoken
words? How does the crystal work?::
::Luma is tightbonded with My Vex and it allows Luma to hear what Vex
hears. Luma shares her mind-bondmate's senses. When aboard the Illuminar it
does not matter as much. My Vex needs to dance with her Carson and relax
and drink alcohol. My Vex should eat nachos too. Luma desires to taste them
with her Vex.::
Luma loved the idea of the party and was having a blast already. ::If it
would help, My Vex could leave Luma with the Riven while she makes dances
with her Carson. The Riven will not allow anyone to take her.:: Luma had a
bit of mischievousness to her voice.
(reply Riven/Vex/Carson)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1947, 1952) - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 10:02:10 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1947)
?Me? I?ve got a fight tomorrow night. Special event for some traveling
fight club, I can see about getting you tickets, if you wish.?
Hammons grinned. "As long as it's off base I'm game, wouldn't want to be in
the pokey on my wedding day." He laughed. Count me in!"
(Reply: Devers, Lee)
?A lively tune, I?m inspired to dance." Herc got out on the floor and
started pounding out some moves while Steven laughed.
He turned to Alaya and Lee as he kept time with the beat. "He wasn't
kidding. This beat has party potential."
(Reply: Alaya, Lee)
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons ? 1952)
?Come quickly! I am tasting the stars! I have bottled all the stars for
you on this very champagne night. Congratulations to the soon to be
newlyweds!?
Hammons made his way over and filled two flutes, handing one to his bride
to be then clinked glasses with the Lieutenant and everyone who joined them.
"And to all of our friends and well wishers. Here's to peace, long life and
a merry time to be had by all!"
(Reply: Any at the party)
Steven downed the champagne after the toast. "I want to thank everyone who
has showed up here tonight as well as those who couldn't be here for making
our time on the Illuminar so memorable. It wouldn't have been the same
without you."
(Reply: Any)
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=S3hCzq1rb-Q&feature=share
"Next dance!" Hammons grabbed Alaya and headed out again. He pulled her
close as the song played.
(Reply: Alaya, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-1947, 1952) - SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 16:41:42 +0000 (UTC)
that was good but I think the the original by foreigner I think is better?
On Monday, November 16, 2020, 11:02:36 AM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
?
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1947)
??
?Me???I?ve got a fight tomorrow night.??Special event for some traveling fight club,?I can see about getting you tickets, if you wish.?
?
Hammons grinned. "As?long as it's off base I'm game, wouldn't want to be in the pokey on my wedding day." He laughed. Count me in!"
(Reply: Devers, Lee)
?
?A lively tune, I?m inspired to dance." Herc got out on the floor and started pounding out some moves while Steven laughed.
He turned to Alaya and Lee as he kept time with the beat. "He wasn't kidding. This beat has party potential."?
(Reply: Alaya, Lee)
?
(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ??SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons???? 1952)
?
?Come quickly! I am tasting the stars!??I have bottled all the stars for you on this very champagne night.?Congratulations to the soon to be newlyweds!??
Hammons made his way over and filled two flutes, handing one to his bride to be then clinked glasses with the Lieutenant and?everyone who joined them.
"And to all of our friends and well wishers. Here's to peace, long life and a merry time to be had by all!"
(Reply: Any at the party)
Steven downed the champagne after the toast. "I want to thank everyone who has showed up here tonight as well as those who couldn't be here?for making our time on the Illuminar so memorable. It wouldn't have been the same without you."
(Reply: Any)
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=S3hCzq1rb-Q&feature=share
"Next dance!" Hammons grabbed Alaya and headed out again. He pulled her close as the song played.
(Reply: Alaya, any)
(Posted by Charles G)
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ILLUMINARRPG: =?utf-8?q?=282=2C_1953=29_2O=2C_Commander_Carson_P?= =?utf-8?q?eters_=26_aCEO=2C_Lt=28jg=29_Vex=E2=80=99ahlia_Jordaan?=
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:56:48 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt(jg) Vex?ahlia Jordaan - 1953)
::It can't be. Luma!! What a joy to meet you again! I was talking with Saleke yesterday and have been eager to get to the Illuminar to speak with you.::
Vex instinctively began building walls around her brain. More difficult due to the fact that she needed to maintain a strong link with Luma otherwise she could lose her.
::My Vex, this is the Riven, he has come to help Our Sienna and to help Our Alaya bond with the Steven. The Riven is a Priest of The Goddess.:: Luma seemed to realise that Vex wasn?t paying too much attention and focusing more on retreating from the telepaths ::My Vex, you may trust him, he is not like your Father.:: Luma seemed almost anxious for Vex to like Riven. ::When Luma damaged the Vanyssa, the Riven took care of her. The Riven, did you know that the Vanyssa and the Ketal's daughter is here on the Illuminar? Well we aren't there right now, but she is. You should talk to her, the Riven::
"Oh my! I am so sorry for intruding!" Riven spoke quietly.
"Let's get you out of this mess, my dearest." Michaella had a medical tricorder in her pocket and took it out, detaching the dermal regenerator and kneeling to tend to her heart's feet while Riven was explaining what had just happened.
::Well that is lovely. Luma, Vex, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I was sent here to study Luma and record some of the vast quantity of preBetazoid history that she has. I never expected that she would be able to leave the ship however.:: Michaella included Carson in the conversation by vocalizing it out loud after she spoke it telepathically. ::Can Luma 'hear' spoken words? How does the crystal work?::
::Luma is tightbonded with My Vex and it allows Luma to hear what Vex hears. Luma shares her mind-bondmate's senses. When aboard the Illuminar it does not matter as much. My Vex needs to dance with her Carson and relax and drink alcohol. My Vex should eat nachos too. Luma desires to taste them with her Vex.::
Carson nodded now understanding what was happening. There was clearly a good deal of conversation happening between the Betazoids and Luma that he was unaware of. ?Yes, she can hear you. I think the crystal makes things harder, but communication is possible.? He looked at their faces, ?Ah but you already know that by now don?t you.? He smiled embarrassed to be behind in the conversation.
Vex moved closer to him and grasped his hand, to reassure him and privately, not that she?d admit it, she was concerned by the Ambassadors presence. It was unusual to have other, very strong, telepaths around her.
Luma loved the idea of the party and was having a blast already. ::If it would help, My Vex could leave Luma with the Riven while she makes dances with her Carson. The Riven will not allow anyone to take her.:: Luma had a bit of mischievousness to her voice.
Vex didn?t like that idea one bit, ?How about we start with the Nacho?s?? She said aloud, so the whole group would hear here.
?Excellent idea, I?m starving.? Carson said, eager to grab some food. He was clearly missing apart of the conversation again but he was determined not to be frustrated by it.
As Carson turned back to the bar to get some food, Vex cleared her throat. ?I know a little about the two of you- you understand Luma she likes to talk and she loves nothing more to eulogise about her past dealings with ones she?s loved or loves.?
(Reply Riven/Michaella/Luma)
?You?ll understand that whilst she?s in this form, I?m? ah? hesitant to break free from here, if only for a moment. No offense meant.?
(Reply any)
?What sort of studies are you anticipating?? Vex asked Michaella
(reply Riven/Vex/Carson)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (Crossover 2 - 2000) Exeter CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 18:39:33 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.22.
(USS Exeter - Deck 11, Main Engineering, Service Corridor Alpha - Exeter
CO, Lt. Commander Trip Williams and Illuminar FO, Lt. SG Sienna
Williams-Verin - 20:00)
?Well this is as bowely as I can think of.? Trip said as the dynamic twin
duo of Trip and Sienna entered into the cramp service corridor that acted
as a quick run around through all levels of main engineering and connecting
to Jeffries tube access to other key engineering areas. ?Dad would have
crossed through here many times during the build while making sure that the
engineering decks were being put together properly.?
She had stopped at the replicator before leaving the ready room and gotten
a simple coverall like jumpsuit and leggings and a tank top in silk for
underneath before ducking into his restroom to change. Emerging she braided
her hair back and kept the silk gloves on before following him. How had she
let the Trill project eat all the precious time Trip had spent here? If she
could have gone back in time and done it again, would she have done so? Oh
yeah. Hindsight and all that.
?So you said that you wanted to, what was it, read them??
Sy nodded, turning to face her brother. "The longer a person spends with an
object, especially a man made one, the more impressions seem to cling to
it. Sometimes there are full memories associated. The less uh,
contamination and the longer a person spends in contact affects what I can
see. So if lots of people traipsed through an area, then the more
contamination and? I do not know how to explain. I keep getting these
flashes of impressions from the future too and one of them was to try
this?" She grinned weakly up at him. She had changed a lot in a very short
period.
And so had he. "So. Let us see what is here, shall we?" She pulled off the
silk gloves and placed both hands firmly on the deck. Closing her eyes. And
waiting.
"Repairs?" She spoke out loud. "Technicians through here. Recent. Under
that." She took another deep breath. "You. Proud. No, not just pride.
Elation?" She laughed. "Banged your head?"
?Just needed some minor stitches, nothing major. I get clumsy when I get
prideful. You know what they say, pride cometh before the fall.?
"During the walkthrough? You were right to be proud to be a Williams. I
feel him, just not anything concrete. Nothing I can pin down. Like I KNOW
it is Dad. Here." Sy reached out to her brother with a soft smile, the old
link of their childhood snapping together almost painfully, at least for
Sy. Everything was pain, "Do you feel him? He is all around us."
?Kind of, but not on a psychic level, more on a human level, I guess. Just
the way the design, the way things were built, the way things mesh
together. The simplicity and complexity of the design. That?s what I feel
him in, see him in. Not the way you do, but in the way I see things, he?s
everywhere.?
Sy bit her lip. It was what she did when bluffing, her tell, her way of
thinking. She wanted to share this with him. "Maybe another, deeper place.
Where less people have been?" Frustration in her voice.
Trip smiled ?There is a secret nook, too far ahead, dad told me about it.
Just a small utility room they put in. But it?s where he would sneak off to
write poetry for mom and letters for us on the weeks were work was hectic
to where he couldn?t hitch a transporter home. He?d sneak in there 15
minutes at a time. Now its mainly used for secret naps. They don?t think we
know. But we do. But it keeps morale up so, there ya go.?
Trip led her a few bits forward then opened the door to the ?napping? nook.
?Here it is.?
Sy had pulled her gloves back on before crawling forward with Trip. She
took the gloves off again before trying again, "Flashes of people. Dreams
but more daydreams than nap dreams. Love and unhappiness, tears of both joy
and fear. Under that." She kept her eyes closed as she saw Duke help Sophie
into the nook. This time Sy did not link she projected it. Her brother
needed to see their much younger parents.
?What, ummm, what am I seeing here sis.?
She smiled at him, "Look at the memory."
?Is that mom and dad??
"Mhmm hmm. The words are not there. But yeah. Mom and Dad. I knew they had
to be here, well Dad had to be. Why this one?" She wondered out loud then
laughed with joy. "First time he brought her here. To his secret place."
She kept her hands firmly on the deck plates. "I wish I could, that this
was two years ago and I could do this, when our bond was stronger. Oh,
where are they going." Sy took off after the vision of her parents,
following it straight to main engineering.
She winced in pain at the contamination and tried to hold onto that
specific moment in time.
Duke and Sophie were dancing to something neither twin could hear, through
consoles that had not been placed yet. Sy kept her hands firmly on the deck
plates and focused with a fierce look of determination. The current
engineering crew had no idea who this strange person was until Trip emerged
from the conduit too.
But the vision came into better focus. "Dad was a hopeless romantic. I hope
you dance in random places with your lady, Trip." Sy murmured that
statement, aware enough of the outside environment to not say that loudly.
And then it was gone. Lost to the static of too many impressions. Sy was
unaware she was crying from the love she sensed between their parents.
Seeing the tears, sensing his sisters emotions, Trip pulled her into a
loving embrace. Holding her close, tight, the kind of hug he had always
given her anytime she cried, whether they were tears of joy, sadness,
anger, pain, or laughter. Trip was a hugger.
?We are really lucky aren?t we,? Trip said matter of factly. ?To have such
wonderful parents. With so much love in their heart for everyone around
them.?
Sy did not have her gloves on. Or the all silk outfit. She winced at the
confusing clash of things she sensed that made zero sense to her. She clung
to Trip and let him talk. He was so much like Dad, the Dad she saw in the
memories.
?But never forget Sy, all those memories you felt, what you showed me.
Yeah, this ship is special to dad, but you and I, we?re their true legacy,
Dad?s, well and Mom?s greatest creation. No matter how far we are from each
other. I will always be with you, because our greatest bond, isn?t our
link, its the love our parents shared, with us and with each other.?
She pulled back just a tiny bit from him and held on. Still linked, still
projecting, but this time it was the confusing mess she was reading off
him.
"Your engineering crew has no idea what we are doing, but they love this
ship and respect you. They followed you through fire." She was not smiling
now.
::This, with the scars and the flashes of insight to the future are what Q
did to me.:: she whispered telepathically since the Q debacle was
classified.
::Can we not, umm talk about the future. The future is a confusing jumbled
mess of unknown probability, timeliness, and chaos, that is constantly
changing on a daily basis. Let?s talk about you, about what I can do for
you. To help.::
She looked down for a moment, ::I miss her so much. Luma says I need a mind
healer. So gonna go to the ranch and ask Mom to find one.:: A sad smile.
"Want to go back over to DS9 or is it too late? Need to find my gloves
though. Thanks for this. I was not sure what was here, if anything. Bet Dad
would laugh if we reminded him of this."
?I think its a bit late. But we can touch base tomorrow if you?d like.?
"I like." She grinned. "Want to touch base with your Lady and Rissa if she
wants to come over to the Illuminar. "
?Thank you for this. Didn?t know how special this ship really was to me, to
us, until now. Thank you.?
Sy was still looking around for her gloves, "Let's go pick up the silk
before I leave though. Protocol says I shouldn't walk on your bridge
without you."
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: ILLUMINARNRPG: (2 2000) - Assistant Chief of Security - Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 22:28:07 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee? 2000)
"What are you fellows doing tomorrow? Have plans already?" Hammons asked.
?Me? I?ve got a fight tomorrow night. Special event for some traveling fight club,? Devers replied. ?I can see about getting you tickets, if you wish.?
Hammonds was asking about people?s plans for tomorrow. Devers said that he was taking part in a fight and if anyone was interested, he arranged to get tickets.
Keung sipped his coke and said ?Thanks. I have made other arrangements.?
The band started rocking out with ?I gotta feeling? A song written by the Black Eye Peas.
A lively tune, I?m inspired to dance,? said Devers said Keung watched him moved onto the dance flooro.
Keung was sitting at the celebratory table talking to the others when Gregory approached the table with a bottle and glasses. He placed them on the table, then popped the cork on the bottle and poured into the glasses. Everyone picked up a glass including Keung. While the security officer was cutting a rug on the dance floor, Gregory approached the celebratory table with a bottle in one hand and glasses in the other. Putting them on the table, he popped the cork on the bottle and poured into the flutes. Taking one of the glasses, he raised it high
?Come quickly! I am tasting the stars! I have bottled all the stars for you on this very champagne night,? he said ?Congratulations to the soon to be newlyweds?
Keung lifted his glass in response to the toast but take a tiny slip watching Hammonds taking Alaya onto the dance floor.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2025)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 08:12:55 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
Introspection: Part 4
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 2025)
Tempest stepped into the house and moved through the living room to the
kitchen. The table was already set and her mother was just placing a large,
steaming bowl of pinto beans there. "I heard you come in. Do me a favor and
tell your dad to come eat. He went into his workshop when you stayed
outside." She glanced over as she picked up a basket of fry bread then
pointed at an empty clay pot on the window sill. "You can set the sage in
the pot for now."
Tempest complied then turned and moved back through the living room toward
her old room and the room of her brother Jack which had been turned into
her fathers workroom over the years. Jack lived in the area with his wife
and children.
She tapped on the door and opened it at his reply.
"Come in pumpkin."
The room had wood chips on the floor and in the corners. Her father was
using a narrow chisel on the flowing beard of the pulky man he was carving
into the limb.
She moved around where she could see the face better. It was old and
wizened as all the faces were prone to be. She understood the intent though
not the execution. Carving the faces of the pulky men into the wood was
seen as revealing the spirit of the wood itself. She had once asked her
father how he did it. His answer that he saw the face of the pulky man in
the wood and merely carved away the rest made no sense to her just as
navigating a star map would be beyond him.
Her father didn't carve the pulky men as a hobby or to sell either, he
tended to give them away since the spirits were seen to watch over the
homes of those who owned them and were normally displayed prominently.
He finished the lock of beard he was working on then sat back and looked up
at her. "It smells like dinner is ready. You bring the fragrance with you."
"Mother told me to come get you."
He set the limb down carefully, put the chisel away and brushed off his
pants and shirt after getting to his feet. "I will wash on the way, go
ahead. You must be hungry."
She didn't argue but ducked out the door. It was good to be home for a few
days and she needed to duck out to the vehicle quickly to get her bag.
Tomorrow was the culmination of the reason she had come home. After that
she had another day before she would have to leave.
The night was dark and the spirits had dispersed for now as she fetched the
bag. In the distance she could hear the yips and howls of coyote coming
from the hills.
The night was cool all right, not cold yet at all but heralding an early
winter. Would the wolf spirit come tomorrow night? What would her spirit
guide show her? These questions were going through her head as she took the
bag inside and set it on the bed in her old room.
>From there she went quickly to the kitchen, her stomach was rumbling with
hunger and the food smelled as good as it was going to taste.
(Reply: None)
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"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
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to seek out new life and new civilizations,
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 22:07:34 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
The impromptu party was going at full tilt. Groups of Illuminar officers
were scattered all around the bar chatting, eating and drinking. Mostly
chatting and drinking. Food was good for soaking up alcohol and while some
had been consumed it wasn't enough. Steven had eaten his plate of nachos
cold when he could finally get around to them. Between the beer, champagne
and scotch Boyles had pushed off on him though he had a good buzz going.
Lee, Devers and Boyles were in a knot near the dance floor and sometimes
broke away to cut a rug. Commander Peters and his significant other had
been entertaining the Betazoid priest and his wife. Hammons and Alaya were
with the former group and others came and went. He had also seen the senior
science officer chatting up the bartender. Steven excused himself and
walked over to say hello while planning on getting another beer while he
was there. He waved as he walked up.
"Lieutenant Alyl it's good to see you here. I hope you're having a good
time."
(Reply: Jaton)
He grinned. "If you get the urge to make steps head on over to the dance
floor and join in with the group. The more the merrier."
(Reply: Jaton)
"Thank you. I've come over for a beer." He looked at the bartender.
"Santiago another large premium please."
(Reply: Santiago.)
"Have you decided whether you'll be able to make it to the wedding? 1800
hours on the first. Call someone in to cover for you if you have to. I'm
expecting you there."
(Reply: Santiago)
Steven laughed. "I'm looking forward to it. Too bad we can't have the band
playing during it but Betazoid weddings are a bit stuffy from what I'm
learning." He shuddered and included Alyl in his look. "Dad and mom are
arriving tomorrow and I can guarantee they aren't going to be big fans of
this, they'll be as happy for it to be over as I will."
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
Steven took the tall, cold glass of amber deliciousness and tasted it. "Ah!
More refreshing than the scotch though they're both delicious, thanks."
He nodded at both and made his way over to Alaya, the door opened and he
stopped stunned as the Vulcan CO and newly minted Captain walked in. The
Vulcan paused just inside the doorway and was looking around. A man that
tall didn't have to look long to find what he was searching for. Sekal's
eyes settled on Hammons and he began making his way toward him.
Hammons remained rooted to the spot. Were they getting complaints about the
noise from the bar? The band was currently taking a break but that didn't
mean anything. Had he forgotten to fill out a report correctly? Something
had to be wrong, why else would a tea totaler Vulcan Captain be looking for
him in a bar?
Sekal looked like Moses walking through the Red Sea the way the crowd
parted for him until he stood before the much shorter human then nodded.
"Petty Officer Hammons I came to pay my respects and offer my
congratulations on your upcoming nuptials."
Steven immediately relaxed. "Thank you sir. You had me worried for a
moment." He grinned at the CO's quirked eyebrow. "You are coming to the
wedding aren't you?"
Sekal nodded. "Indeed, my father and mother will be attending as well. They
asked me to deliver their acceptance while I was here."
Steven felt a shiver run down his spine. An Admiral and a highly acclaimed
diplomat there to witness his shame. ~Ah well Steven, go big or go home.
Just not too big do you understand?~ His scolding thought doesn't warrant
an explanation.
"Where is the bride to be?"
"Follow me sir." He was about to turn when the door opened again and the
CMO walked in. "Hold on a second please."
Steven held up his hand and began waving it as he raised his voice. "Doctor
Solice, Quinna over here!"
(Reply: Quinna)
"Come over and join the group. Alaya is all alone with a group of men and
needs your company!"
(Reply: Quinna)
He pointed to where the group was congregated and motioned in that
direction. When he was satisfied she knew where to find them he started in
that direction. "Sorry sir."
"No apologies are necessary."
They made it to the group and Sekal nodded to them all. "Gentlemen I
understand the ship is picking up the tab for the evening. I hope you are
enjoying yourselves. If you require anything that is not readily available
let Commander Peters know and Illuminar will do all she can to assist you."
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
"Thank you sir." Boyles piped up. "I've got some hunting to do later but
for now all I require is inside these walls."
The Vulcan tilted his head at the remark then turned his attention to
Alaya. "Counselor Ravenstone I bring you congratulations on behalf of
myself, Admiral Saleke and Ambassador T'Kess on your upcoming marriage and
our notice of acceptance of the wedding invitations. You may be assured of
our presence."
(Reply: Alaya)
He inclined his head to all. "And now I apologize but I must leave. There
is a report to be filled out on the ship that can't wait. Enjoy your
evening." He gave a small bow, turned and swept away, once again the crowd
seemed to part magically before him.
"How does he do that?" Steven asked no one in particular as he smiled.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
The band had mounted the stage again and Boyles ran up to whisper to the
lead singer. He then came back grinning. "Hammons you will want to take
this dance, trust me."
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9HMDUtirtJM&feature=share
Hammons grinned and slapped Boyles on the shoulder then grabbed Alaya by
the arm and steered her quickly to the dance floor. "He's right lady in
red, this is the dance of the night."
(Reply: Alaya, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 16:11:27 +0000 (UTC)
that is a good one.? This one might be better??Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me (Official HQ)
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On Sunday, November 22, 2020, 11:07:55 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
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(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
The impromptu party was going at full tilt. Groups of Illuminar officers were scattered all around the bar chatting, eating and drinking. Mostly chatting and drinking. Food was good for soaking up alcohol and while some had been consumed it wasn't enough. Steven had eaten his plate of nachos cold when he could finally get around to them. Between the beer, champagne and scotch Boyles had pushed off on him though he had a good buzz going. Lee, Devers and Boyles were in a knot near the dance floor and sometimes broke away to cut a rug. Commander Peters and his significant other had been entertaining the Betazoid priest and his wife. Hammons and Alaya were with the former group and others came and went. He had also seen the senior science officer chatting up the bartender. Steven excused himself and walked over to say hello while planning on getting another beer while he was there. He waved as he walked up.
"Lieutenant Alyl it's good to see you here. I hope you're having a good time."
(Reply: Jaton)
He grinned. "If you get the urge to make steps head on over to the dance floor and join in with the group. The more the merrier."
(Reply: Jaton)
"Thank you. I've come over for a beer." He looked at the bartender. "Santiago another large premium please."
(Reply: Santiago.)
"Have you decided whether you'll be able to make it to the wedding?? 1800 hours on the first. Call someone in to cover for you if you have to. I'm expecting you there."
(Reply: Santiago)
Steven laughed. "I'm looking forward to it. Too bad we can't have the band playing during it but Betazoid weddings are a bit stuffy from what I'm learning." He shuddered and included Alyl in his look. "Dad and mom are arriving tomorrow and I can guarantee they aren't going to be big fans of this, they'll be as happy for it to be over as I will."
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
Steven took the tall, cold glass of amber deliciousness and tasted it. "Ah! More refreshing than the scotch though they're both delicious, thanks."
He nodded at both and made his way over to Alaya, the door opened and he stopped stunned as the Vulcan CO and newly minted Captain walked in. The Vulcan paused just inside the doorway and was looking around. A man that tall didn't have to look long to find what he was searching for. Sekal's eyes settled on Hammons and he began making his way toward him.?
Hammons remained rooted to the spot. Were they getting complaints about the noise from the bar? The band was currently taking a break but that didn't mean anything. Had he forgotten to fill out a report correctly? Something had to be wrong, why else would a tea totaler Vulcan Captain be looking for him in a bar?
Sekal looked like Moses walking through the Red Sea the way the crowd parted for him until he stood before the much shorter human then nodded. "Petty Officer Hammons I came to pay my respects and offer my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials."
Steven immediately relaxed. "Thank you sir. You had me worried for a moment." He grinned at the CO's quirked eyebrow. "You are coming to the wedding aren't you?"
Sekal nodded. "Indeed, my father and mother will be attending as well. They asked me to deliver their acceptance while I was here."
Steven felt a shiver run down his spine. An Admiral and a highly acclaimed diplomat there to witness his shame. ~Ah well Steven, go big or go home. Just not too big do you understand?~ His scolding thought doesn't warrant an explanation.?
"Where is the bride to be?"
"Follow me sir." He was about to turn when the door opened again and the CMO walked in. "Hold on a second please."
Steven held up his hand and began waving it as he raised his voice. "Doctor Solice, Quinna over here!"
(Reply: Quinna)
"Come over and join the group. Alaya is all alone with a group of men and needs your company!"
(Reply: Quinna)
He pointed to where the group was congregated and motioned in that direction. When he was satisfied she knew where to find them he started in that direction. "Sorry sir."
"No apologies are necessary."
They made it to the group and Sekal nodded to them all. "Gentlemen I understand the ship is picking up the tab for the evening. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. If you require anything that is not readily available let Commander Peters know and Illuminar will do all she can to assist you."
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
"Thank you sir." Boyles piped up. "I've got some hunting to do later but for now all I require is inside these walls."
The Vulcan tilted his head at the remark then turned his attention to Alaya. "Counselor Ravenstone I bring you congratulations on behalf of myself, Admiral Saleke and Ambassador T'Kess on your upcoming marriage and our notice of acceptance of the wedding invitations. You may be assured of our presence."
(Reply: Alaya)
He inclined his head to all. "And now I apologize but I must leave. There is a report to be filled out on the ship that can't wait. Enjoy your evening." He gave a small bow, turned and swept away, once again the crowd seemed to part magically before him.
"How does he do that?" Steven asked no one in particular as he smiled.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
The band had mounted the stage again and Boyles ran up to whisper to the lead singer. He then came back grinning. "Hammons you will want to take this dance, trust me."
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9HMDUtirtJM&feature=share
Hammons grinned and slapped Boyles on the shoulder then grabbed Alaya by the arm and steered her quickly to the dance floor. "He's right lady in red, this is the dance of the night."
(Reply: Alaya, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2-2045)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 16:27:21 +0000 (UTC)
what if Trei decides to show up and sing that for you and Alaya
On Monday, November 23, 2020, 11:11:43 AM EST, Edward Engel via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
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On Sunday, November 22, 2020, 11:07:55 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
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(Mars Base - Red?Sands?Bar ? SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 2045)
The impromptu party was going at full tilt. Groups of Illuminar officers were scattered all around the bar chatting, eating and drinking. Mostly chatting and drinking. Food was good for soaking up alcohol and while some had been consumed it wasn't enough. Steven had eaten his plate of nachos cold when he could finally get around to them. Between the beer, champagne and scotch Boyles had pushed off on him though he had a good buzz going. Lee, Devers and Boyles were in a knot near the dance floor and sometimes broke away to cut a rug. Commander Peters and his significant other had been entertaining the Betazoid priest and his wife. Hammons and Alaya were with the former group and others came and went. He had also seen the senior science officer chatting up the bartender. Steven excused himself and walked over to say hello while planning on getting another beer while he was there. He waved as he walked up.
"Lieutenant Alyl it's good to see you here. I hope you're having a good time."
(Reply: Jaton)
He grinned. "If you get the urge to make steps head on over to the dance floor and join in with the group. The more the merrier."
(Reply: Jaton)
"Thank you. I've come over for a beer." He looked at the bartender. "Santiago another large premium please."
(Reply: Santiago.)
"Have you decided whether you'll be able to make it to the wedding?? 1800 hours on the first. Call someone in to cover for you if you have to. I'm expecting you there."
(Reply: Santiago)
Steven laughed. "I'm looking forward to it. Too bad we can't have the band playing during it but Betazoid weddings are a bit stuffy from what I'm learning." He shuddered and included Alyl in his look. "Dad and mom are arriving tomorrow and I can guarantee they aren't going to be big fans of this, they'll be as happy for it to be over as I will."
(Reply, Jaton, Santiago)
Steven took the tall, cold glass of amber deliciousness and tasted it. "Ah! More refreshing than the scotch though they're both delicious, thanks."
He nodded at both and made his way over to Alaya, the door opened and he stopped stunned as the Vulcan CO and newly minted Captain walked in. The Vulcan paused just inside the doorway and was looking around. A man that tall didn't have to look long to find what he was searching for. Sekal's eyes settled on Hammons and he began making his way toward him.?
Hammons remained rooted to the spot. Were they getting complaints about the noise from the bar? The band was currently taking a break but that didn't mean anything. Had he forgotten to fill out a report correctly? Something had to be wrong, why else would a tea totaler Vulcan Captain be looking for him in a bar?
Sekal looked like Moses walking through the Red Sea the way the crowd parted for him until he stood before the much shorter human then nodded. "Petty Officer Hammons I came to pay my respects and offer my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials."
Steven immediately relaxed. "Thank you sir. You had me worried for a moment." He grinned at the CO's quirked eyebrow. "You are coming to the wedding aren't you?"
Sekal nodded. "Indeed, my father and mother will be attending as well. They asked me to deliver their acceptance while I was here."
Steven felt a shiver run down his spine. An Admiral and a highly acclaimed diplomat there to witness his shame. ~Ah well Steven, go big or go home. Just not too big do you understand?~ His scolding thought doesn't warrant an explanation.?
"Where is the bride to be?"
"Follow me sir." He was about to turn when the door opened again and the CMO walked in. "Hold on a second please."
Steven held up his hand and began waving it as he raised his voice. "Doctor Solice, Quinna over here!"
(Reply: Quinna)
"Come over and join the group. Alaya is all alone with a group of men and needs your company!"
(Reply: Quinna)
He pointed to where the group was congregated and motioned in that direction. When he was satisfied she knew where to find them he started in that direction. "Sorry sir."
"No apologies are necessary."
They made it to the group and Sekal nodded to them all. "Gentlemen I understand the ship is picking up the tab for the evening. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. If you require anything that is not readily available let Commander Peters know and Illuminar will do all she can to assist you."
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
"Thank you sir." Boyles piped up. "I've got some hunting to do later but for now all I require is inside these walls."
The Vulcan tilted his head at the remark then turned his attention to Alaya. "Counselor Ravenstone I bring you congratulations on behalf of myself, Admiral Saleke and Ambassador T'Kess on your upcoming marriage and our notice of acceptance of the wedding invitations. You may be assured of our presence."
(Reply: Alaya)
He inclined his head to all. "And now I apologize but I must leave. There is a report to be filled out on the ship that can't wait. Enjoy your evening." He gave a small bow, turned and swept away, once again the crowd seemed to part magically before him.
"How does he do that?" Steven asked no one in particular as he smiled.
(Reply: Lee, Devers, Alaya, Quinna, Alyl iyw)
The band had mounted the stage again and Boyles ran up to whisper to the lead singer. He then came back grinning. "Hammons you will want to take this dance, trust me."
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9HMDUtirtJM&feature=share
Hammons grinned and slapped Boyles on the shoulder then grabbed Alaya by the arm and steered her quickly to the dance floor. "He's right lady in red, this is the dance of the night."
(Reply: Alaya, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 2046) - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 05:17:06 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 2046)
Jaton was busy catching up with Santiago when he saw a security officer
walk up to them, a big smile on his face. He looked the man up and down and
returned the smile.
"Lieutenant Alyl it's good to see you here. I hope you're having a good
time."
"Nice to see you too, Petty Officer Hammons. But please tell me we don't
have to be so formal. After all, it's a party!"
He grinned. "If you get the urge to make steps head on over to the dance
floor and join in with the group. The more the merrier."
"Why, Hammons, is that an invitation to dance with you? During your last
gasp of freedom?" Jaton said, his voice turning more flirtatious.
"Thank you. I've come over for a beer." He looked at the bartender.
"Santiago another large premium please."
(Reply: Santiago.)
"Have you decided whether you'll be able to make it to the wedding? 1800
hours on the first. Call someone in to cover for you if you have to. I'm
expecting you there."
(Reply: Santiago)
Steven laughed. "I'm looking forward to it. Too bad we can't have the band
playing during it but Betazoid weddings are a bit stuffy from what I'm
learning." He shuddered and included Alyl in his look. "Dad and mom are
arriving tomorrow and I can guarantee they aren't going to be big fans of
this, they'll be as happy for it to be over as I will."
Jaton laughed. "True, but I'm sure there's only so much that an event where
half the people in attendance are stark naked could be called 'stuffy."
(Reply Santiago)
Steven took the tall, cold glass of amber deliciousness and tasted it. "Ah!
More refreshing than the scotch though they're both delicious, thanks."
Jaton raised his fire wine. "A toast to you, Steven. On your last nights of
freedom. May they be memorable."
(reply Steven, Santiago, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (2-2050)- Assistant Chief of Security Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 22:37:37 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base - Red Sands Bar ? Assistant Chief of Security Keung Lee- 2050)
Keung was enjoying himself at the party although he concentrated on the food than the actual dancing and he managed to converse with of his colleagues. The music was to his taste...excellent classics mostly from the 20th/21st Century
He was talking to one officer reminiscing about some of the songs that he first heard in hims and the artists that he actually seen in concert when he noticed that the officer eyes were looking beyond him. There was a sudden change of atmosphere as the rest of Illuminar officers became quiet and glancing at one direction which was the entrance. In walk Captain Seka which was a double surprise for Keung as it was the first time he met the Captain in person and the fact that he was a Vulcan. More to the point, a Vulcan attending a bar and a party!! The respect for the Captain was incredible as the group of officers split like a wave to allow the Captain to walk through.
Captain Seka looked round and nodded
"Gentlemen I understand the ship is picking up the tab for the evening. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. If you require anything that is not readily available let Commander Peters know and Illuminar will do all she can to assist you."
?Thank you, Captain.? Said Keung, who raised his glass in salute
Keung saw that the Captain spoke to Alaya and congratulated on their marriage, that he thanked her for the wedding invitation and will be attending. Another surprise.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (2, 2050) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 19:32:40 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.09.28
(Mars Base -- Red Sands Bar -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2050)
Quinna spent enough time sitting alone wondering if anyone noticed her lack
of presence. She needed to put herself out there. And there was a party
going on. She put on her best nonuniform outfit. Here she was, The Red
Sands Bar.
"Doctor Solice, Quinna over here!"
Quinna looked over and smiled. Apparently, she did not give herself
credit. She pointed to the person that called her name.
"Come over and join the group. Alaya is all alone with a group of men and
needs your company!"
?Are you sure it is not you guys that need another woman to feel less
intimidated.? Quinna asked with a grin on her face.
He pointed to where the group was congregated and motioned in that
direction. When he was satisfied she knew where to find them he started in
that direction. "Sorry, sir."
"No apologies are necessary."
They made it to the group and Sekal nodded to them all. "Gentlemen I
understand the ship is picking up the tab for the evening. I hope you are
enjoying yourselves. If you require anything that is not readily available
let Commander Peters know and Illuminar will do all she can to assist you."
(Reply: Lee, Devers)
"Thank you, sir." Boyles piped up. "I've got some hunting to do later but
for now all I require is inside these walls."
The Vulcan tilted his head at the remark then turned his attention to
Alaya. "Counselor Ravenstone I bring you congratulations on behalf of
myself, Admiral Saleke, and Ambassador T'Kess on your upcoming marriage and
our notice of acceptance of the wedding invitations. You may be assured of
our presence."
(Reply: Alaya)
He inclined his head to all. "And now I apologize but I must leave. There
is a report to be filled out on the ship that can't wait. Enjoy your
evening." He gave a small bow, turned, and swept away, once again the crowd
seemed to part magically before him.
"How does he do that?" Steven asked no one in particular as he smiled.
Reply Lee, Devers, Alaya, Hammons, Alyl iyw)
Quinna leaned over to Alaya, ?I hear that you are in need of another woman
over here. I assured them that they needed me to off balance you. I know
you can hold your own.?
(Reply: Alaya,iyw)
The band had mounted the stage again and Boyles ran up to whisper to the
lead singer. He then came back to grinning. "Hammons you will want to take
this dance, trust me."
As people went off to dance and Quinna received her Mai Tai, she spoke up,
?These Boys are not giving you a hard time, are they?
Reply Lee, Devers, Alaya, Hammons, Alyl iyw)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 200) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 22:04:47 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.28
{MAIN BRIDGE, USS BRANSTON, 10 YEARS AGO)
The USS Branston had spent the last six weeks orbiting the Earth of the 21st Century, observing and recording life in this period. Thanks to the Department of Temporal affairs, they had temporally (and the emphasis was on temporary) adapted the wrap engines to enable the ship to travel through time. Now the assignment was finished and they were returning to the 24th Century.
The Captain, Mark Marksfield sat comfortably in the command seat as the ship travelled what he described as a psychedelic swelling time tunnel.
Lt Commander Linda Bielski, the Executive officer turned around to look at her sensor board the instant the wailing Red Alert alarms gave the first indication that something was wrong.
"There's something caught in our temporal wake," she reported. "Running a short-burst tetryon scan... It's a spacecraft, early late 21sth century make. It may have been inadvertently caught in our chroniton field."
"Onscreen," ordered Captain Graham Mansfield
The image of the primitive vessel filled the screen. It was long, a cigar-shaped fuselage with stubby winglets in the middle, and a cluster of rocket engines at the tail. The nose of the vessel had already crumpled from the gravity shear, and it was tumbling out of control.
"Any lifesigns?"
"I am reading one lifesign. Human, very weak. Also, power fluctuations and radiation leakage, captain. I think their atomic pile's been compromised. The hull is starting to break up from the strain."
"Emergency beam-out, now."
Linda touched a few buttons on her console. "I'm having trouble locking on from radiation interference. Boosting the scanning aperture. Initializing scan."
The trailing vessel broke into two clean halves two seconds later, unprotected by an structural integrity field for the stresses of superluminal travel, and was crushed by the immense gravitic forces.
"Well, No 1" The Captain turned to her.
"I have him," Linda tapped her commbadge. "Bridge to sickbay, medical emergency at transporter pad one. Radiation hazard protocols."
^Roger, bridge,^ came the reply. ^We're on our way.^
His vitals have been stabilized, and I've purged his radiation," the Medical Hologram was telling the two officers, as they watched their visitor sleeping calmly under the clamshell of the biobed. "As far as I can tell, he should suffer no lasting physical damage."
?So what happened??
His vessel was accidentally trapped in the temporal wake of our chroniton field when we initiated our return vortex. Our nav computer might have misidentified them as a piece of space junk."
"What has me worried," said the Captain, "is the impact of their disappearance on our timeline."
"I have finished a preliminary analysis," Linda nodded. "Differential chronometric scans show that the amount of temporal contamination caused by his disappearance was negligible."
"We no longer have a ship for him to return in," the Captain
"I have identified his vessel. It was an experimental orbital shuttle.? Reported Linda ?Historical records show that one such vessel disappeared while on suborbital trials, which presumed destroyed upon re-entry. There was a crew of six, including one whose name and description matches.?.
Historical records show that one such vessel disappeared while on suborbital trials, which presumed destroyed upon re-entry. There was a crew of six, including one whose name and description matches..." Linda inclined her head towards the biobed.
"I see. Until I can talk to the Federation Science Council, and decide what they want to do with him, could I ask you to take charge of our guest for the moment?"
"Yes, of course, captain."
{USS Branston, The next day}
Sergeant Keung Lee stirred into wakefulness and weakly tried to sit up, feeling very groggy and felt confused with a headache. He remembered being strapped aboard the aboard a orbital shuttle, accelerating into the stratosphere. . One minute he was discovering the delights of weightlessness and then all hell broke loose. Everything was a huge phantasmagoria of swirling lights and grinding noise, smoke and fire and alarms - and then?blackness. Deciding against getting up, he laid down on his back again and tried to focus as an unfamiliar but friendly face was looming over him
"Hello . My name is Linda Bielski " smiled Linda. She was dressed in a plain grey suit-and-pants outfit, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail. ?You are feeling a bit of disorientation, which should pass in a few moments."
Keung tried to look around him, discreetly. He was in some sort of laboratory; with display screens and some sort of futuristic medical equipment he'd never seen before. It all looked pretty advanced.
"Where am I?" Keung tried to sit up again, but his muscles still did not respond quite so readily. "Where is the rest of my team?"
"Unfortunately, you were the only survivor. I deeply regret to inform you that your crewmates did not survive. I know you're confused and have a lot of questions, and I will try to answer them as best as I can. Now, what I'm about to tell you is going to be hard to believe. Maybe even preposterous."
"Go on," Keung said doubtfully, knowing in his present state that he couldn't do much anyway.
"You are now aboard a starship. The Branston
'Star-ship.' Keung frowned, "You mean... some kind of space vessel?"
"Like the Richard Branson Space X?
"Uh..." Linda tried to think of contemporary late 20th century references, before he understood what he was talking about, and shook her head, "Non. We're... slightly different."
"Who's 'we'?," asked the sergeant. Keung noticed that Linda clothes was some sort of a military uniform. "Are you with..the British military? Russian?..Amercian??
"No. If you refer to our affiliation, our starship belongs to the Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets. Earth was one of its founding members."
Keung almost expected his mates to come bursting through the door any second now, laughing their arses off, as he tried to assimilate what he'd just been told. She had been absolutely right when she said that what she was about to tell him was preposterous.
"Our starship," Linda told Keung "is one of many vessels in Starfleet which travels between the stars. The galaxy is full of different species."
Keung shock his head and angrily said, "Alright. Joke's up. I want some real answers now."
"Keung, if I may ask a question first," Linda said patiently. "What was the last thing you remember before waking up here? Aboard your spacecraft, I mean?"
"I- " Keung hesitated for a moment, before deciding, if they already knew so much, what the hell. "We were reaching apogee over the Atlantic, when we encountered massive turbulence. Bright lights. Warning alarms. Our systems all stopped dead, and it felt like going over a waterfall in a barrel. I blacked out."
"You were trapped in a temporal rift," Linda told him. She searched for the words to explain the idea, "It is like a tunnel that connects two points in space and time. Your ship was trapped in the tunnel, and was brought four centuries forward here."
"Time Travel!? Startled Keung ?Wait. What year is this?"
"2381"
"I- no. I can't accept this," Keung declared.?. I'm done here." He looked at Linda and tried to be polite, "You were very good, lady. Really had me going for a moment. I?m leaving" He swung his legs off the bed.
Linda looked at him patiently and said simply, "I know this is a lot to accept, but - as far as we can ascertain, you have travelled almost 400 years from the past."
"Er, I'm not dead, right?"
Linda smiled, "No, Keung. You are very much alive and well. "Your vessel was trapped in our chroniton field and was dragged through the rift. When you arrived in our time, we rescued you when your ship broke up."
Keung looked amazed. "I - I find this hard to believe," he said slowly.
He was beginning to feel stronger and noticed that Linda was the only one in the room. He couldn?t Keung considered his chances. She looked like an easy target but - there were probably others around, so he had to be quick.?...
"I can tell you what happened after you disappeared over the Atlantic. No trace of your shuttle was ever found. Because your mission was top secret, no word of your disappearance ever got out. Your craft was presumed burnt up on re-entry, and your family was informed that you were killed in a training exercise."
Keung decided he felt parched, "I - I need a drink?. He saw a waterjug and poured himself some water into a glass. He drink deeply.
"Let me show you this," Linda went over to a panel in the opposite wall. He toggled a button, and the panel suddenly slid upwards to reveal a window, in which long, blue-white streaks of starlight streamed past.
Keung almost dropped his glass in shock. He starred out..not sure what to think.
Keung staggered over to the window where Linda was. His mouth was agape as he looked out, looked at the stars flying past, and realized it was not a video projection or optical trick, that it all was real, absolutely real. Suddenly he was shaking and hyperventilating. Linda stepped forward taking in the fact that Keung was having a panic attack.
?Doctor. Help needed here.? Called Linda as she grabbed Keung by the shoulders.
Keung threw the Executive Officer aside and raced across Sickbay pushed a doctor who had appeared from somewhere. He had to get out of here! Linda pressed her commbadge to call for security. Keung tearfully and angry ran out onto the corridor before running into two security guards who managed to bring him down. A doctor who was now beside Keung, took his opportunity and injected him in the neck with the Hypro spray and Keung collapsed.
The next day
Keung was in deep thought as he looked out of the sickbay window and holding a mug of tea. He was slowly to coming to terms of what had happened to him.
"Good morning, Sergeant, ?Linda greeted as she stepped into the sickbay. "How are you?
"Good morning, Linda" Keung said apologetically, "I want apologise to you. I..er..lost it the other day. All my life I've always been in control, always disciplined, always knew what to do. For the first time, I'm lost. I'm a stranger in a strange land. Do you understand?"
"I understand. Many things have changed for you."
"Yesterday morning, I woke up preparing myself for a secret mission. A test flight which could help us in our fight against terrorists. Today I wake up, and I'm aboard a... 'space vessel, and I can't go back to my time."
Linda smiled in sympathy, as he continued, "I can't stop thinking about my friends. Family. My parents. I wish I knew what happened to them."
"Maybe we can find out, ? Linda said, heading over to the computer terminal. "Computer, this is Lt Commander Linda Bielski. Request historical personnel search on... What are their names and birthdates?"
"..er..Dad was Ken Lee, born in China, 1926. And Nellie Lee, my mother born in Hong Kong, 1927. Earth," Lee said for good measure.
"Searching," chirped the computer's metallic voice.
Roland inclined his head, sounding hopeful, "Unless their records were lost during the Third World War, we should be able to find them."
"The Third World War?" Keung didn't like the sound of that.
"Yes. in the late-twenty-first century,? Linda told Keung. "Thirty-seven million people were killed. Humanity was devastated by the nuclear and biological holocaust which followed."
~So it finally happened~, thought Keung. The political idiots managed to trigger a nightmare. He was silent and didn't know what to say Roland continued.
Keung nodded his head. It was unthinkable?that magnitude of devastation. The thought came to him... would I have survived?
"Fortunately, a lot of information was preserved on digital storage devices which survived. Synthetics, plastics and even fabrics were pressed into service as a means of transcription and recording. Over time, Earth rebuilt itself."
"Incredible-" Keung was saying when he was interrupted.
"Search complete," reported the computer voice dutifully. Linda looked at the screen, and turned it around to face Keung.
Keung curiously stared at the screen and shouted out "Oh, my... It's all there. My family."
"Twelve generations," beamed Roland. On the screen was the biographical information of Lee's family tree, beginning with him and leading right up to the present. She read from the display, "Looks like you still have family living in New Europe and China."
She tapped another button. A biographical record and a picture appeared, and she looked at the name. "This is... Mei-Ling Lee."
".who is that?"
"Actually, that's your -" Breawyn began counting down the family tree - "great, great, great, great, great, great first cousin."
Keung was, not for the first time, speechless.
"We have their addresses. When we return to Earth, we could arrange for you to drop off and visit them. I think they will be very pleasantly surprised to hear from you."
Keung's eyes began to feel moist. He grinned foolishly, "Please, excuse my emotions. I don't often..."
"It's family "
Two days later
Linda hands clasped behind him as he, walked with Keung down the corridor. To his amazement, none of the other crewmembers as much as looked at him twice. He was introduced to Captain Mansfield and taken him on a tour of the ship.
Linda had managed to find the records for Sergeant Keung Lee.
He was a history and politics teacher in London, England and also served in the 21st special Air Regiment..part of the territorial army of the British Army. After ten years, Keung resigned his teaching position and enlisted full time in the British army. he applied to join the famed SAS. His experience ranged from patrolling the streets of Northern Ireland, behind the lines in the Falklands War and the first Gulf War to other covert field operations.
.
Keung asked Linda "What is going to happen to me? How long will I be here? Can I go back to my time?"
"The Federation Science Council has been informed of your case, and they will probably repatriate you back to Earth. There is a Temporal Prime Directive which prevents us from further contamination of the continuum by sending you back."
Keung didn't quite understand what she meant... but it seemed to make sense. ~At least some things, like bureaucracy, haven't changed, even in the future.~ Keung realized with a wry smile.
"Anyway," Breawyn continued, "I'm sure historians would love to speak with you. You were once a history teacher yourself. I?m sure your past military experience might be useful too."
"The Medical and Science Council has been informed of your case, and they will probably repatriate you back to Earth. Unfortunately, time travel doesn?t exist except in the minds of science fiction enthusiasts. Anyway ?I?m sure historians would love to speak with you. You were once a history teacher yourself.
Keung smiled, "What about my back pay??
"They don't use money on Earth anymore."
"What?" Surprises in the future, it seemed, came thick and fast.
"Currency has long ceased as a means of financial exchange on Earth."
"But- I mean- What will happen to me? What will I do?"
Linda tried to explain gently, "Keung, material needs are all taken care of in the Federation. You no longer need money. We work to better ourselves, not for material benefits."
"Right," he said doubtfully. "How long before we reach Earth?"
"We're currently at warp seven, so that would be... another four days."
" 'Warp seven' ?"
"Our starships have warp engines, which enable use to travel faster than light without the effects of relativistic time-space dilution."
Keung frowned, "I'm almost afraid to ask - but how fast is warp seven?"
"About seven hundred times the speed of light."
"Could I learn to fly a starship?" Keung said aloud, half-jokingly.?"
Some ideas occurred to Keung as to what he wanted to do.
?When you get back to Earth. The Medical and Science Council will assign a counsellor to help you adapt and settle down; help you plan for your future life here."
"Maybe one day I'll also serve aboard a space vessel, like you. Travel the stars. Explore the galaxy."
Present day
(Mars base ? Ares Restaurant - Mars Space Port 1300)
The same engimatic smile Keung is how he remembered Linda Bielski. Although they kept in touch from time to time, he had not heard from her for a while. It was surprise to see her when Keung encountered her in the Mars Museum. He could still recognize her at twenty paces, even though her hair was let down. They met for dinner at the Ares Restaurant
.
Over the course of the lunch, he discovered that Linda Bielski was recently promoted to Captain and assigned to Starfleet?s Weapons Development Division as head of operations.
Congratulations to you too.? Said Linda. ?Assistant Chief of Security aboard the Illuminar. You?ve come a long way..that?s for sure.? She lifted her glass of wine in salute.
Keung took his cue from Linda and liftedhis glass too He was so used to the culture that he was living in that he had nearly forgotten about his old life.
?You know I never asked you this. But how do you compare this life with your..er..old life??
"Well... it was different, that's for sure. Compared to now... life was obviously restricted to living in one area because of the problems related to travel technology... no faster-than-light systems, just atmospheric flights. I once lived in old London... it wasn't as big as we know it now but the place was... er... compact, if you see what I mean! Ground vehicles ran on internal combustion techniques so there was pollution and uncontrolled weather. Times were uncertain and different groups sought their own alternative lifestyles and some extreme trying to achieve it through crime, terrorism and war!!I read some history books about life in the late 20th/early 21st century. To be honest with you, most of it is absolute rubbish and inaccurate. I?ve started writing about it from my own perspective but nothing worth publishing. You?re talking to a man who was a history teacher and had distinguished military career and mentioned in dispatches. Then ended up in the 24th Century only to be told in not some many .that I was a non-entity!! Everything that I experienced was practically useless in this era!!?
Keung paused, glancing at Linda. ?I actually had a nervous breakdown for several months?not surprising really?the medics gave it some long sounding term..but not coping with changes in new time and culture. I think I prefer to call it ? culture shock!! Anyway counsellors helped me through it. To look at it as new opportunities. New changes and challenges. Not everyday I can make a fresh start in life..erase any mistakes!!?
She listened intently and said, "You?ve peaked my interest when we first met. I ended studying that studied that time period some and particularly liked the clothing and have replicated some Jeans-they're pretty comfortable. But I'm what would have been called a geek then.
"Actually a geek would have been the wrong term to use..I can't exactly remember the term." Keung mused.
"Perhaps Tom boy would be more fitting." She laughed and sat back in the chair and listened to his response and smiled.
(reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 0630) Pilot Ensign Vic "Raid" Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 10:51:58 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Facility ? Officers Quarters - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 0630)
Vic slowly woke up and began to remember the evening.Rolling over, he
gave Bebe a kiss on the nape of the neck, before getting out of bed and
over to the small replicator.?Two coffees, black.
Bebe slowly sat up, ?That was quite a night Raid,? she said sleepily.
Vic returned with the coffee and handed a cup to Bebe.He sat on a chair
nearby and smiled. ?Yes it was.Thanks,? he said, sipping his coffee.
?Raid, I don?t want this to change our relationship.Consider it more
friends with benefits,? Bebe said.
He nodded, ?That sounds like a good place to be. We can keep it discrete.?
?Is this part of the flight training,? she giggled.
?You get top marks from me.?
The two sipped their coffee in silence.
?Why didn?t you get those scars fixed?? she asked.
Vic put down his coffee, ?As the diplomats were coming out of Bulldog?s
shuttle, I was going in.He was trapped, and it took me a bit of time to
extricate him.I wasn?t going to let him burn.These remind me of that
time.Of his sacrifice.?
Bebe nodded.?I understand.Maybe it?s time to find a different way to
honor him??
He paused, ?Maybe you?re right.I?m still trying to wrap this around my
head.Lots of baggage to let go.?
Bebe reached over ?I read once a great saying.?You can?t start the next
chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one.?You?ve beat
yourself up enough Raid.?
He sighed.?One day at a time, ok??
?Sure thing, but I?ll be on your ass if you start slipping,? she replied.
?Oh, did you hear about the wedding.Steve Hammons and Alaya Ravenstone
are tying the knot in a couple of days,? Bebe asked.
?I did, don?t really know either of them.?
?But they are shipmates, and I need an escort.Can?t fly solo you know.?
Vic chuckled,?OK, you got it. The invite did say traditional Betazoid??
?Indeed, my dear escort.And I expect you to honor that custom with
me.Besides, it saves tons of money on trying to get an appropriate dress.?
Bebe grabbed a PADD and quickly typed a RSVP. ?That?s settled.Now what
is on the agenda.?
Vic put his coffee to the side and leaned over to kiss Bebe, ?I have
some ideas.?
(Replies, none unless there is a peeping Tom around)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-0630, 0730)- CO, Captain Sekal
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 23:29:55 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:29
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 3- Captain's Cabin- CO, Captain Sekal ? 0630)
The Vulcan opened his eyes as the tone sounded from the speakers indicating
it was time to wake. As he turned over to the right side his feet brushed
something lying there. He knew what it was before he heard T'Lah yawn from
the foot of the bed. "Computer, lights."
He blinked his eyes as they came on then looked toward the grey and white
feline who was stretching out her forelegs with mouth wide. She closed her
jaws then began grooming the left leg which he had brushed with his foot.
He lifted the cover and sat up then used his left hand to rub the fur on
the back of her neck. This caused her to break her grooming and push the
back of her head against his hand as she began lightly purring.
The situation he found himself in was illogical, a Vulcan caring for a
Terran feline but she was up for the task. Many would call her standoffish
since she didn't actively seek out his attention constantly when he was
around. When petted or held however she seemed to relish it. She wasn't
loud or noisy either and didn't disturb his meditations. He kept her fed,
distracted with toys, pampered with treats and her litter box cleaned which
was the simple matter of recycling the old container daily and replicating
another... complete with litter.
After a moment he allowed her to go back to her grooming and made his way
to the bathroom. The photon torpedo warheads had been offloaded last night
and the first of the quantum warheads would be incoming in a few hours. The
ship was empty save for himself and a few of the engineering complement
that were doing the shielding upgrades currently. There was one other,
Ensign Taya his engineering officer who was due to be moved off the ship
today.
The EMH had been watching over her. It had been the judgement of the
medical division to complete the current treatments aboard the ship before
moving her and he had checked in on her every two hours while here. She
would spend two days on Mars then be transferred to Earth for extensive
rehabilitation.
After dressing he took his breakfast in his cabin as he considered the
alternatives. It was logical to call the medical division on Mars to send a
team up however he was aware his chief medical officer did not want her to
leave the ship without her participation. Doctor Solice was on leave, he
wouldn't order her to come aboard to oversee the transfer but he would give
her the opportunity to accept or decline.
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 5- Sickbay- CO, Captain Sekal ? 0730)
He walked through the doors and was greeted by the medical hologram. He had
an expression of curiosity on his face as the expansive bald spot shone
under the lights.
"Captain you're here early this morning."
"Ensign Taya is due to be transferred soon."
"That is correct, her final treatment has been completed. I'll place a call
to the medical division for you."
Sekal moved to the viewing window and looked at the sleeping Andorian. Her
antenna had been found, saved and reattached, the scars had been repaired
and her life had been saved but the odds of her full recovery were only on
the order of thirteen percent. As he watched she twitched unconsciously.
She was not mobile and would be taken out on a gurney.
He turned his head and looked at the EMH for a moment as he considered.
The construct gave an exasperated sigh. "An answer given sometime today
would be helpful."
Sekal quirked an eyebrow. "You will wait until I have spoken with Doctor
Solice."
The EMH shrugged. "Of course, call the Doctor who is on leave rather than
the medical division that is available. A perfectly logical conclusion I'm
sure."
Sekal ignored the sarcasm as he spoke. "Computer is Doctor Solice still on
Mars?"
The hologram waved a hand. "I'm right here Captain, all you had to do was
ask. Yes the Doctor is still on Mars. Would you like me to contact her for
you?"
The Vulcan turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Open a channel but I will
speak with her."
"Whatever you like." The holographic doctor sighed. "I've opened a line,
feel free to talk freely and since you want to do this personally I'll make
myself scarce for a bit."
With that the construct of photons turned and walked to a desk, sat down
and began looking through the results on a screen.
Sekal was aware it was done for the benefit of emotional beings to give the
illusion of privacy, unnecessary in his case. He began speaking.
"Doctor Solice this is the Captain. Ensign Taya is ready to be transferred
to Mars. Would you be available to oversee the transfer in one hour?"
(Reply: Quinna)
Her reply came through the speakers clearly. "Very well. I will have Mars
medical notified to come aboard at 0845."
(Reply: Quinna)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 0735) -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 22:10:50 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.23
(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 0735)
Sat at the table in her quarters getting her first cup of coffee of the day
and eating some peanut butter toast. She herself had a late evening the
night before and completely forgot about the events from her past.
"Doctor Solice this is the Captain. Ensign Taya is ready to be transferred
to Mars. Would you be available to oversee the transfer in one hour?"
?Of course.?
Her reply came through the speakers clearly. "Very well. I will have Mars
medical notified to come aboard at 0845."
?I will be in sickbay by 0815 hours,? Quinna assured the Captain as she
finished her breakfast.
(Reply if Sekal IYW)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1000 ) Assistant chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 23:08:16 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09 1000 hrs
(Mars base - Weapons Testing Facility, Starfleet?s Weapons Development Division)
Keung Lee and Linda Bielski stood front of the door. Linda punched in her access code and the door opened. They stepped inside the Weapons Testing Area and Linda gave Keung a moment to take in the vast chamber and array of different weapons displayed before them.
?The Weapons Testing Facility Area consist of working offices, strong rooms, weapons workships, a firing room and a Holosuite. What you think, Keung??
?Impressive.? As Keung nodded with approval. He had been looking to visiting this facility following an invitation by Linda/
Keung noticed the weapons on display ?Woah. Now that's a lot weaponry! Energy and non -energy including ballistic as well as bladed weapons?
He recognised some of the ballistic projectile weapons?replicated 20th/21st century weapons.
?The L115A .338 Calibre sniper rifle which has the power to penetrate armour and kill at three quarters of a mile. It?s a complete weapons system, includiing sights, laser targeting, and grenade launcher. ? explained Linda with some pride in her voice. ?Over here is the Preplex machine gun which is gas operated and belt fed.?
?You know your weapon history, Linda.? Said Keung as he spotted a Diemoaco C8 SFW carbine which had an underslung grenade launcher.?
Linda laughed ?Well, I told you at dinner that I had a history in your period. But this is something that we been working on. Look over there on that table.? She pointed.
Keung glanced to where she was pointed and on the table was a weapon that he was very familiar. It was the Barrett M82A1 ?Light fifty? sniper rifle. He rubbed his hand over the weapon with some affection then recognised that there was something different about it.
?My team made some significant modifications. We wanted to develop a Gauss-propelled version. Instead of using explosive-propellant bullets, we used a series of supercharged Gauss magnets to propel a projectile down the barrel toward a target. The interesting thing is that it generated very little sound and even less heat. In early field trials, the muzzle velocity of the average rifle was 400 metres per second. It could propel a solid slug of ferrous-tritanium metal at something around 3000 metres per second.? Explained Linda. ?That is powerful enough to bring down a Borg. Fancy a go?
The Holosuite
Keung checked his tactical equipment one more time: Barrett M82A1, his utility belt with stun grenades and spare ammo clips. He flexed his limbs, both arms and legs, checking that he still had the full range of movement under the tactical armour he was wearing.
Linda tapped him once on the back. "You're good to go, Keung. Good luck. You have 10 minutes. We'll be watching from training control."
The Barrett M82A1 felt heavy in his hand, a pleasant feeling. His hands were sweaty and he had to tighten the grip to hold it steady. He chambered the first round and unsafed it. He heard a swoosh and the holodeck doors parted before him.
Keung stepped into the gutted remains of an abandoned outpost. It was a desolate expanse on an unidentified planetoid. There was a single building in this environment
The main entrance led into an open hall, with short corridors leading off from right and left. Furniture was minimal: they could be used for some cover, but not ideal. A staircase led up from the main hall into a landing, which opened into a long corridor running the breadth of the house.
His task was to find, engage and destroy the enemy..which in this case were robots, in 10 minutes. He instantly realized that the program had placed him in the upper corridor of the building, with no windows or cover. He stayed closed to the doorway which opened onto the landing, but making use of cover from the passage. He looked carefully over the edge of the door frame, trying to reconnoitre the situation downstairs when?.
The first attacker came through the door holding a phaser carbine in its hands, tucked under it left arm, and Keung?s first burst caught the robot drone in the chest,
As the robot drone fell forward, the next two bullets hit the second attacker under the chin, and the rest of the head exploded in a bits of of wires and circuits..
Keung was already moving, for staying still in such situations was not a good idea even if the safety protocols were on . He stepped over the bodies, avoiding the slick wet liquid oil which had began to pool on the ground. In the doorway, he paused for a second, ears still straining to hear beyond a dull, harmonic buzz. Nothing.
Keung moved back down the corridor. He saw the third figure as it emerged from the doorway: The robot drone must have entered through the window behind him, in some sort of pincer movement. He fired two more shots at the target at the door. The third figure went down, and stayed down. He put a third round into the prone figure just to be sure, then turned his attention back to the stairs.
The fourth robot drone was splayed across the lower steps, completely motionless. Still partially deaf, Keung saw that the target's hand still moving, creeping toward a dropped firearm. Standing one step up, Keung raised his weapon. Breathing hard, he waited for any further action but nothing. It was over.
He pressed his commbadge. ?Clear? and stared up at the viewing gallery to see Linda and a technician with their thumbs up.
(no reply)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1045)
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Tim Bushnell)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 17:16:13 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Base -Fabrication Facility - 1045)
Gregory had a hangover. The party got swinging, the alcohol flowing as
shipmates and others shared in the joy of the pending nuptials.
One day he would remember that champagne gave him the worse of it the next
day. Revenge of the grape. He was British and more to the hours of pints
and darts.
He got notification that the primary fabrication was complete. After
taking his secret hangover cure, he felt a bit better. Some simple food
and tea improved his mood more. Of course the analgesics didn't hurt.
Entering the facility, he saw three uniforms gathered around the workspace
he was assigned
"So what is this?" One of them asked.
"This is SPOTS. He is going to be operations officers best friend. And if
he works well, maybe engineering too."
"Suit yourself, Lieutenant. We were just asking"
"Look guys, I am a bit under the weather. Can we talk later? I will give
you the full rundown."
The three took the hint and wandered away.
Sitting down, he looked at the pieces. Reviewing the specifications, he
checked to make sure the primary components were correct.
After an hour of testing and validation, he was convinced that the first
phase was complete. Next to assembly and initial programming.
Gregory threw himself into the fine details of the assembly, starting with
the head. As he completed the operation, Ishi stopped by.
"Rumor has it your ship really tore up the place last night."
"Yea, well a long successful mission saving the universe will do that to a
crew. Not to mention there is a wedding happening between two of the crew."
Ishi nodded, "That rumor made its way around too. A betazpid wedding, I
hear. "
Gregory nodded. "Indeed it is. I still need to find a date."
"Well, Ensign DeCoste has had her eye on you since you walked in," Ishi
offered.
"Are you running a dating service too?" He asked.
"Sometimes. Hard not to notice she was checking you."
"Really? I never noticed."
Ishi laughed. "So show me what you have so far," she said changing the
subject.
Gregory nodded, picking up the head. Plugging the power into a bench lead,
the eyes lit up.
"Initializing," came a voice from the head. "Begin program SPOTS alpha."
Gregory and Ishi watched as the ears on the head moved left and right, up
and down.
"Initialization complete. What is your wish, Master?"
Gregory chuckled with glee. "It works."
Ishi smiled, "You had doubts?"
"You never know. The simulations said yes. Now here it is. Time to
finish the body so he can walk around."
"Why is it a he?" Ishi asked.
Gregory shrugged, "No reason. How about It?"
"Master, I protest, I am not an It. I am SPOTS."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1100) Pilot Ensign Vic "Raid" Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 21:51:20 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1100)
Vic and Bebe finally got up, and after some food they headed over to the
Pilots Training Grounds. ?Maybe we can get a chance to take a fighter
out and do some real flying.?
Walking into the facility, Vic looked over to the memorial and the
statues.He was surprised to see a familiar face.Speaking softly, ?That?s
Viper.He was the lead trainer in for my class.?
Bebe nodded, ?He?s got quite the reputation, you were lucky.?
?I?m going to say hello, ok??
Bebe nodded, ?I?ll be over seeing if I can talk us into a fighter.?
Vic smiled, ?Thanks Gunsmoke. You are aces.?
As Bebe walked away, Vic headed over to his mentor.
Viper was lost in thought, as Vic approached him.The man turned around
to look at him.
?Ensign Montero,? Viper said.
Vic snapped to attention and saluted, ?Commander Metcalf, sir.?
?No need to be formal Montero.?
?Yes sir,? Vic said as he relaxed his posture.
?Raid, I was sorry to hear about Bulldog.You two were quite the pair,?
Metcalf said.?What did you learn from that event.?
?Never to trust diplomats, and to stand up against bad plans.?
?You didn?t get a fair shake on that one Raid.?
?Thank you, Sir.?
?Come, walk with me.?
The two men walked in silence, entering into Metcalf?s office.The door
closed behind them.?Sit down Montero.?
Montero sat down as Metcalf took his chair behind a desk.?You were one
of my greatest students.You?ve got the reaction times; you process the
tactical situation quicker than just about anyone.You had the killer
instinct, and it was a joy to watch you.Your ?kill? of Jester is
standard training material now.?
?However, you seem to have a reckless streak.You should be a lieutenant
commander by now.I?d love to have you back here as a trainer.However,
you?ve made some very important people angry.?
Vic nodded, ?I?ve heard that Sir. I?ve tried to do the best I can, with
what I had.?
?I?ve read your file.After Bulldog died, you were taking all the
impossible tasks, and winning.We want cocky pilots, but we also want
them to have a healthy sense of self preservation.?
?I understand, Sir,? Vic said, ?But in each of those cases, there were
no other options.And no one willing to do what needed to be done.?
Metcalf starred at Montero, his brown eyes laser focused. ?And then
there was 2443.09.11.?
Vic was half out of his seat, ?Sir, I did?? he started as Metcalf held
up his hand.
?I want to show you something.This is classified, but you need to see
it. This is a simulation of that day, and the area I will show you is
the area that you and the students defended.It has been modeled both
with your actions and if you had followed the original command to return
to base.The probabilities you?ll see are based on 1000 simulation runs
with various conditions based on that decision point.?
Vic nodded slowly.
Metcalf typed some commands into his terminal.The screen behind the desk
lit up and quickly zoomed into the region of space burned into Montero?s
mind.The display split in half and two scenarios started playing out.
The left display showed the fight as it occurred, including the
destruction of the heavy cruisers.On the right, it showed the fighters
retreating back to their base.The cruises approached unimpeded.The first
thing that happened was the destruction of the training base before
approaching Earth, meeting almost no resistance.At the bottom of both
screens showed the estimated death toll of each scenario, including
percentages and ranges.It was clear that if Vic had not disobeyed the
return to base command, the death toll would have been even larger.
?That was put together a year after the attack to try to understand what
happened.Your defense saved countless lives.Unfortunately, it was too
late to prevent your demotion.I just said you were one of my best
students.Right now, you are my greatest failure. You need to get your
head out of your ass and your ego out of your way.The assignment to the
Illuminar was to see if you could do that.Keep your nose clean, listen
to your FSO.She?s good, I?ve read her record.You can learn from her.And
keep your skills up.Do that, and in time you?ll earn those pips back,
and I can get you here to teach these kids how to fly on the edge.?
Vic looked at Metcalf and back at the screen, frozen with the numbers
still on the screen. Looking back at Metcalf, ?Thank you Sir for sharing
that information with me. And thank you for the advice.?
Metcalf chuckled.?Let it sink and we?ll talk again soon.Right now, go
get suited up, I?ve approved the request of one Bebe Sheridan, Gunsmoke
I believe.You have access to a fighter for the two of you, and am
working on getting a couple of crews to practice some SCM, see if
shuttles have dulled your reactions.?
Vic chuckled, ?Care to make a friendly wager on that Sir??
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1101, 1348, 1420)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 01:44:12 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Shuttle Damacles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1101)
Riven settled into the copilot seat and looked over the controls as Sienna
took the pilot position. It had been a long time since he had been in the
pilot cabin and the interface had changed but not so much that he couldn't
figure it out. He found the key to start the warm up sequence and settled
back as the board began flashing a pre-flight check and an automated
diagnostic routine.
"Well, well. Different certainly but not out of my league if I study it for
a moment. It's only been what? Nearly three decades?" He chuckled as he
confirmed the system checks.
One duffel bag over her shoulder containing a change of clothing, her
riding gloves and boots and her third set of silk clothing as well as extra
gloves. Her cat was taken care of and she would be fine. She hoped. Sienna
was in full uniform today, including her well worn silk gloves.
"Are you sure you want me piloting? I have not piloted since my academy
required course, but it is a straight forward flight." She smiled, taking
her seat and helping him. "You do not look that old. I mean you obviously
are because you said that you were with the Mystique when Luma was
discovered?"
His smile brightened. "Laughter and the love of a beautiful woman keep me
young. It also doesn't hurt that the Betazoid lifespan is a bit longer than
a human's."
His eyes focused on the readouts. "I remember Luma vividly and can't wait
to see her again. She is a poor, tortured soul with a heart of gold."
"Less tortured now that she has a ship of 'small ones' to adore and
worship. She loves roses, and if you comment on her roses that will make
her happy beyond belief. The first time I met her, that we refound her, she
attacked us. I was the only telepath along, Sekal had a resistance to her
due to being a touch telepath. But he agreed to be her bondmate while we
looked for a better one for her. Vex is good for Luma, they are like
sisters now." Sienna was more relaxed and much happier now. She reached up
to fiddle with her charms on her necklace. The ship took time to come up to
full power after having sat for so long.
"Saleke told me about Sekal." The mind healer snickered. "Like father, like
son. I will say this, if he is like his father then there is no one better
to have at your side? or your back. He may be in a position of command but
Saleke never let it go to his head. He was all about principals and orders,
still is as a matter of fact but his crew always came first."
He grinned over at her. "And don't think I'm above flattering Luma. She is
like any other when it comes to compliments. I would lie through my teeth
to make her feel good about herself but it isn't necessary. She deserves
all the beauty and recognition she gets."
He winked. "But like any rose she has thorns. And if she was locked away
for quite a while without interaction then I can well imagine her wrath
when you rediscovered her. She does not like being alone, even more so I
would imagine if it were enforced. I happen to love roses so I will make
sure she hears me sing of their praises the moment I step aboard. Thank
you."
Sy was quiet for a bit as the ship was ready to go quite quickly. For good
or ill, she wanted to get to Earth.
As the ship warmed up, Sy opened a frequency, "Mars Control, this is
Shuttlecraft Damacles, on route to Earth. Are we cleared for departure?"
A slight moment, =^= Shuttlecraft Damacles, you are cleared for departure.
You know the rules, 1/8th impulse until clear of the defensive grid?=^=
"And full impulse until we reach Earth's" Sy and control spoke in unison.
"Damacles out." Sy had a very light control on the instruments and the
shuttle gently lifted off, turning as it cleared the atmosphere and
correcting course. Sy kept her hands flying manually until they were well
clear of the defense grid. She put the shuttle on autopilot and turned,
"Can we talk?" She asked quietly.
"Certainly. What would you like to talk about? He asked as he settled back.
?I?m still not quite sure how you did what you did yesterday, for one. I
don?t hurt anymore. I have been hurting for months now, since before the
end, really. I?d never been separated from my twin before and the first
night that he was gone on a fighter pilot mission I couldn?t sleep until I
went to Lynn that night. Something about being with her settled me. I did
something wrong though, didn't I? Is that why the bonds were one sided and
did not resolve?"
Riven shook his head. "You did nothing wrong Sy, inadvisable perhaps but
not wrong. When your brother lost his imzadi he was going through the same
agony then that you were recently. He needed a mind healer but no one knew
to call one so you shared his pain and eased his suffering. You helped him
to survive. That being said it was inadvisable in that it calcified the
twin bond, kept it from fading and the echo of that pain resonated through
it which tore at your mind when he was away."
He looked over at her. "The bond on his side has faded normally while yours
has remained and it exacerbated your own suffering. But you are rid of it
now. I made sure not to uproot it completely, that would have been like
cutting off a limb. Instead I stopped it at a place with pleasant
memories." He smiled at the remembrance of a vineyard and laughing
children. "When you see him again you will remember it."
"If the choice was me or him, then my choice is always him. He made
Captain. He always has been more than me." She admitted, "Being apart from
him has helped some, for me to grow. If Starfleet had been different when
we were growing up we would have spent time apart and maybe some of this
would have been handled. Have you ever met my parents? Sophie Verin or Duke
Williams? And do you ride terran horses? We have a ranch, I was hoping to
go home and ride." A genuine smile touched her lips.
"I've never had the pleasure of meeting them no" His mind drifted back to a
time on the Hades in one of the holodecks with Doctor Trommashere. "Yes
I've ridden before after a fashion and I thoroughly enjoyed it."
Sy looked over at him with a grin, "If you mean on a holodeck, it is
nothing like riding a real horse. Mom is a full Betazoid and the horses,
well all the animals adore her. I think she would like you, too."
(Shuttle Damacles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1348)
Riven was deep in contemplation as the shuttle descended through the
atmosphere. Sienna's warning had been in his thoughts since their mind
healing session and he had been considering heavily what was going to
happen if Q put in an appearance with malicious intent. Riven had never met
the being though he had heard quite a lot about him and the stories were
almost always bad.
But he had taken precautions, was ready and anticipated no problems.
Sienna looked over at Riven. The two had talked, "Where do you want to
land, Sir?" Technically he outranked her and while she felt more
comfortable with him, she was still a bit nervous. "I am not sure what I am
hoping for. For it to just resolve easily I guess as soon as I step onto
the soil?"
"Any open spot is fine." He gestured toward the area below. "Anywhere you
like."
"We have a shuttlepad in the upper pasture. So, if that works and you do
not mind meeting my family? It is crazy at the ranch. We have four or five
fosters and adopted kids running about. Or we can land in San Francisco if
you prefer?" They had a few minutes to decide.
"I can only imagine what your mother might think if you presented me. Mom
look what I brought home!" He gave a belly laugh.
"No let's drop in on StarFleet's merry city and see what is about."
Sienna laughed at that and sent him a picture of her Mother, surrounded by
littles. She opened a channel, and told Earth Control where they would like
to land, receiving clearance to do so. Disengaging the autopilot, Sienna's
hands were super light still on the controls as she sat them down so gently
the shuttle did not even rock.
(Earth- Shuttleport - FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven
Mias- 1420)
Cycling the airlock, she opened the door. Her stomach flip-flopped in
nervousness as she stepped onto Earth.
And nothing changed.
Riven stepped off onto the tarmac and looked around. The sun was warm but
there was a cool breeze blowing from the bay carrying the hint of salt air.
"Invigorating isn't it?" He asked after inhaling deeply.
Sienna tried to think about exactly what Q had said. "Oh you have got to be
KIDDING me." She growled, stalking away from the shuttle landing pad, and
toed her shoes off the moment she found bare earth. She waited a moment and
was absolutely unsurprised to hear the Q's voice.
"Oh the drama, the anticipation." Came a snarky voice from behind her.
"The cold feet. Can I put my shoes back on please?" She turned to face him.
Riven saw the fabled being appear a short distance away and walked over to
Sienna, standing supportively several feet away.
Q turned his head slightly to gaze upon the mind healer. "We appear to have
mixed metaphors here. Cinderella has brought one of the seven dwarfs as a
companion. Which are you? Sneezy, Sleepy or Grumpy?"
"Well, I will take that to be a yes then. Are you pleased with yourself, Q?
Did we do what you wanted?" She sat down and put her shoes back on. San
Francisco in late September was cool.
"But of course! How could I have made my pleasure more plain when I dropped
in on the bridge of your ship? Your mission was a smashing success in your
own bumbling way. Took you long enough." His smirk was obvious.
"Thanks. Well. I am ready, Q. More than ready. Time to get rid of these
annoying abilities I have no control over." She crossed her arms under her
breasts and waited.
A pout appeared on his face. "But where is the fun in that? You worked so
hard for those abilities. Endured torment to aquire them. Why would you
want to just throw them away?"
She thought a moment and decided to tell the truth, "I kinda like the
psychometry but the rest Q? The flashes of the future make no sense. The
telekinesis is useless. So I can make a pencil fly around with my mind.
Much easier to just pick it up. And the price of having a body covered in
unhealable scars is not worth it. Besides those abilities belong to someone
who does not exist in this universe. They did come in useful to help avoid
a civil war on bajor and save the Kai's life. So thank you for that. But it
is time for me to be me again."
"Your words say yes but your heart says no. Admit it, you're torn, you want
to keep them but are too ashamed to say so." His malicious smile and
narrowed eyes showed where he stood on the matter.
Riven had been closely monitoring the exchange and probing with his senses.
He had stayed silent not because he was in awe or fear of the being but to
gauge him instead.
Her eyes flashed, "The only thing that I am ashamed of is what you did to
my body, Q! No girl wants to go on a date covered in knife scars."
The mind healer stepped forward, drawing Q's attention.
"Yes, yes. Did you bring an axe along to strike me with?" Q's eyes were now
focused on him. There was a curious flash of light in the eyes of the short
man with the long, flowing hair.
Riven crossed his arms over his chest and regarded the being levelly. "No
but I suggest you honor your agreement Q."
"And why is that?" A condescending smirk appeared on his face. "I'm not one
to trifle with little man. I could erase you from existence without
blinking."
A smile appeared on Riven's face. "I would certainly like to see you try."
Q's features registered shock at his manner. "Oh really? Sometimes we don't
like what we ask for." He waved his hand and the mind healer disappeared.
"Now where were we?"
Q turned to Sienna only to see her standing with her shoes off, feet on
the ground.
"What?" He saw movement to his right as the mind healer made his way toward
Sienna who had put her shoes on to confront him.
"The cold feet. Can I put my shoes back on please?" She turned to face him.
Q looked between them stunned as the mind healer took up his position
facing him.
"I thought I had gotten rid of you." He waved his hand again and Riven
vanished.
"Now where were we?"
Q turned to Sienna only to see her standing with her shoes off, feet on
the ground.
"What?" He saw movement to his right as the mind healer made his way toward
Sienna who had put her shoes on to confront him.
"The cold feet. Can I put my shoes back on please?" She turned to face him.
Q's face contorted as he turned his head to the right to see that pesky,
white haired being step forward again.
"This is getting to be repetitive." He stood for a moment staring at Riven
who returned his look coolly. "I don't know who you are little white mouse
but if you think you can trap me in a temporal snare you are kidding
yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about." It was Riven's turn to smirk this
time.
Q stepped forward until he was almost close enough to touch him. "You are
the only unknown here. Sienna doesn't have the ability or the motivation to
do something like this. Fortunately I'm extremely motivated not to be
trapped by you so I'll get rid of you and go about my merry way."
He raised his hand and the mind healer vanished once more as the scene once
again reset.
Q didn't even bother to look at Sienna this time but advanced on Riven.
"How are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" Riven had his arms crossed in front of his chest again as he
smiled at the being.
"You aren't Q or a Prophet. You have no control over time and space and I
should most definitely NOT be caught in a temporal loop I can't break out
of. You must have some mechanism on you that's causing this!" Q shouted
then calmed himself. "So I am going to start this one a little differently."
Q snapped his fingers and Riven's robe was in his hands. Riven was not in
the least embarrassed at being naked, he was a Betazoid after all.
"You must have hidden a device in this. Say goodbye to it." The garment
disappeared and Q saw a fully clothed Riven walking toward him once more.
Q stepped back in shock.
Again
And again
15, 20, 30 times.
Q's hand went to his face as the Betazoid stepped forward. "I've searched
your robe, I've searched the shuttle." He cringed. "I've even searched you.
Multiple times. Now I'm getting more than a little bored and just a little
miffed. Tell me what you want so we can get this over with."
Riven's smile grew. "What she asked for, nothing more. Take away the scars
and the abilities you gave her and if you tamper with her any further?" he
nodded. "You will see how unwise that would be."
Q's shoulders slumped but his eyes took on a piercing look. "Just remember
one thing. This will not be the last time we meet."
Riven shrugged. "My door is always open for counseling and you would be
wise to avail yourself of it."
Q turned abruptly and snapped his fingers.
Sienna tore off her gloves and stepped onto the shuttlepad, touching it and
sensed nothing from it. She looked down at her skin and saw that the scars
were gone. It was now night in San Francisco and she began to cry. It was
over.
Riven waited as she entered the shuttle, still facing Q. "Until we meet
again."
"That's my line." Q snapped his fingers and vanished in a flash of light.
Riven turned back to the shuttle. The flight to Mars was going to be a
pleasant one after all.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven)
And Melinda G (Sienna)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3- 1145)- CO, Captain Sekal
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 09:23:24 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:29
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 10- Main Shuttlebay - CO, Captain Sekal ? 1145)
A technician had been moved from Utopia Planitia to flight control
operations on the ship to choreograph the operation as the quantum torpedo
warheads were brought in. Sekal was standing near the reinforced door to
the cargo bay awaiting the initial shipment. Three more technicians stood
to the side or behind him. Two had anti-gravity units which were floating
sedately beside them. The third would be assisting them. Sekal himself
would oversee the operation since his command access would be required to
open the torpedo magazine on deck fifteen and seal it again. Technically
Sekal did not need to be involved in the operation since he could have done
this remotely but he had been too heavily involved in the planning,
construction and fit of the ship. It must also be noted that as mentioned
previously he had a bit of an obsessive streak. The work was not going to
be difficult at all, it would only require a lot of walking and be spaced
throughout the day but he would not be going into the holodeck to take the
next step in the Crucible program, there would be no time for it. Once the
quantum warheads were aboard and secure there would be a report to file and
he would be inspecting the work done on the shield emitters which was
nearing completion. The engineering complement that had been pulled off to
assist on the Tolliver were scheduled to return at 0800 tomorrow and
upgrade work on the phasers would begin again. At that point he would be
relegated to hands-off supervision, only filing reports at the end of the
day until completed at which time he would make the final inspections.
=^= Captain Sekal the first shuttle is beginning its approach now. =^=
He tapped the combadge. "Acknowledged."
The technicians around him straightened a bit as the cargo shuttle came
into view and slid gracefully through the forcefield into the cargo bay. An
area had been temporarily marked off nearby for it to land. The pilot knew
his small vessel well and manuevered the craft into position and onto the
deck with a minimum of wasted time. The technicians began moving toward it
as another detail occured to him. Admiral Bell had requested they be
involved in operations on Mars while here and he had also promised Doctor
Methor that he would add the tremendous computing power of the ship to the
data collection going on in the labs for specimen 2 which Dural had brought
originally to the base. He himself didn't have time to oversee the
operation which would involve a large data dump to the Illuminar primary
computer. Once the computer was linked to the one on the base and the
process had begun though there would be little to do outside of occasional
checks. He could have a technician brought over from UP to do that but
officers from the Illuminar were more conversant with the new computer
system that had been installed on the ship, if there were any difficulties
with the link one of them could deal with it much more effectively. The
subject fell firmly within the purview of science and he had already tapped
doctor Solice this morning so he decided to give his senior science officer
the option to oversee the task. Again he was not going to order one of his
officers away from leave but would give Alyl the option. Unexpectedly very
few of the officers had left Mars to go to Earth during leave, this made
them vulnerable to unexpected projects.
He tapped his combadge. "Lieutenant Alyl this is Captain Sekal. I have a
request that is not binding, you may decline if you wish."
(Reply: Jaton)
"Doctor Dural has a project going on at the base that is compiling
information for treatments to exposure to one of the agents he brought
there. It is being compared to and adapted to all known sentient species in
the Federation database. Would you be available to link the Illuminar
computer system to the base and set up the shared program file for it?"
(Reply: Jaton)
(Posted by Charles G)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1200) pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Tim Bushnell)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 16:05:51 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars Facility ? Pilot Training Grounds - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1200)
"Raid, shake a leg," Bebe said as she tossed a flight suit to her partner.
"We got a mission.. training all least."
Vic smiled. "Aces Gunsmoke. Let's go show 'em what we got."
Vic grabbed a locker and dressed in the borrowed flight suit. He did some
squats and such to feel the suits range of motion.
"Pilots to the briefing room," came the announcement over the speaker.
Vic and Bebe headed through the marked door into the briefing room.
There were two pilots already in the room. They walked over "Hello," one
said extending his hand. "I'm Badger cause I am tenacious, and this is my
co-pilot Merlin cause he works magic."
Vic took the offered hand. "I am Raid and this is Gunsmoke."
"You're Raid? The Raid that took out Jester."
"The same."
"Attention on deck," came a voice.
The four jumped to attention.
In walked Commander Metcalf. "At ease. Take your seats."
"Today's mission is a two fighter training against an unknown force. The
Opfor has unknown capabilities so if you get hit, you will learn the
results."
"Your job is to prevent them from reaching the simulated base. A satellite
that is broadcasting code 77125."
"You win if you prevent the Opfor from reaching the base."
"The operating grid is programmed into your computers. Leave the area is
considered a fatality."
"If there are no questions, take to your fighters. Good luck and God
speed."
The four pilot's stood up as the commander exited the room.
Vic looked at Bebe. "I feel the need."
Bebe looked at him confused.
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1230) 2O, Cmdr Carson Peters & Lt Vex'ahlia Jordaan
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 16:23:40 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Earth, England, Cumbria, Carlisle - Cumbrian Docking Port - 2O, Cmdr
Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt(jg) Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 12:30)
"What are you grumbling about now?" Vex asked with a slight sigh as they
stepped off the shuttle into the brittle English wind.
"We'll be back around 5ish." Carson ordered the Petty Officer in charge of
the dock. The man saluted and nodded his head before making the required
notes on his padd and moving off.
They'd travelled from Mars in the personal shuttle Vex had purchased with
some of the vast amounts of money her father had (somewhat wrongly) trusted
her with.
It was larger than the standard shuttle they used on the Illuminar as it
had been specifically designed as a vessel to use when Luma wanted to get
out of the Illuminar. It hadn't been used for that reason though as the
Admiral had bequeathed the USS Mystique to Luma for exactly that reason.
It just sat in the Mars private docking bays. He'd suggested that they take
a day visit to Earth to introduce Vex to his mother to help distract her-
Taya was being moved from the ship today. But as they'd got closer to his
home, he was growing more irritable. He couldn't put a finger on why-
perhaps it was nervousness at introducing Vex. That couldn't be it, they'd
spoken and seen each other virtually.
He shrugged it off, but he could feel her watching him as they walked from
the dock. "It makes me nervous when you do that."
"I know." she said it with a smile. "It's why I do it." she joked,
"Seriously though. We're just having lunch with your mum. What could go
wrong?"
He stayed silent for a moment, "Nothing really. I don't know why I'm
nervous... perhaps I'm feeling nervous for you." Carson replied. A jovial
mocking in his voice told Vex exactly what he meant. He was prodding at her
anxiety of being so far away from Luma.
Since they had been bonded, never had she been cut off from her completely
like this. It was only now, since Riven & Michaella had arrived that Carson
had even been confident of suggesting this trip. Of course Vex could have
chosen to bring Luma with them, but there was no way they'd have gotten
permission to travel independently. A troop of Starfleet Security would
have been assigned to her whilst on Earth and that did not lend itself to a
private lunch.
"I'm fine." she said resolutely. "Luma will be fine. It'll be good for her
to have a few hours of independence as well." Vex said as if trying to
convince herself. Having met the Ambassador and his partner at the party
the evening before, she'd travelled to speak with Michaella in the morning
and asked whether they would agree to look after Luma for the day. Whether
that be in crystal form or with her on the ship- on the ship was Vex's
preference but she didn't want to be too controlling so she'd left it up to
Luma.
"I need your authorization, Sirs" the petty officer asked as they got to
the door.
"Commander Carson Peters, USS Illuminar. Authorisation
Alpha-Zeta-Charlie-Xray." Carson said on automatic.
"The ship is listed as registered to a Vex'ahlia Jorda.."
"That'd be me." Vex interjected, "Lieutenant Vex'ahlia Jordaan, also USS
Illuminar." she pulled a padd out of her jacket pocket and handed it to the
man. "All the correct documentation should be there."
"Hmm. Any modifications to the vehicle, Ma'am?" he said whilst he skimmed
the information.
"Nothing that you should be concerned about. Everythings within regs." she
said quickly, "You'll see it within the authorised mods section on report
42a."
Taking a second to read through, the man handed the padd back and unlocked
the dock door.
"Thank-you." Carson said as he took Vex's hand and led her out into the
Cumbrian cold.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Jono Bradley)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1330) Pilot Ensign Vic 'Raid' Montero
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 19:56:13 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Space outside Mars - Pilot Vic ?Raid? Montero ? 1330)
?Luna two, this is Luna one,? Vic called ?Screens are clear, let?s open
up distance a bit.?
?Copy that Luna one.Increasing separation to 500 km.Increasing scanners
forward.?
The two ships moved a part, still traveling at a relatively sedate
speed.Merlin and Gunsmoke were trying to find any signs of anything out
here.
?Merlin here.I have bogies, bearing 300 mark 200.Speed is 0.5 impulse.?
?Copy that, Merlin.Gunsmoke has the bogies as well.I count four.?
?Changing course to intercept.Speed to 0.6 impulse,? Raid called.
The two ships changed their course while increasing speed to intercept.
?Are the bogies sending IFF??
?That is a negative, Raid. Scanners are resolving the bogies now,?
Gunsmoke replied.
?Merlin here.The computer has no record of these style ships. I am
getting mixed readings, it looks like one biosign, but there is
something fluctuating in and out.?
?Work your magic Merlin,? Badger asked.
?One minute to intercept.Shield up, weapons hot,? Gunsmoke said.
?Bogies are splitting, I count 8.Repeat 8 bogies.I read pulse cannons
are charged, and they have an energized hull armor.No shields,? Merlin
reported.
The two fighters closed in on the unknown ships, which were flying a
stacked double V pattern.
?Gunsmoke, hail them,? Vic said.
?Unknown vessels, This is Ensign Vic Montero of Star Fleet.You are in
restricted space.Please state your intention.?
?No response there Raid,? replied Gunsmoke.
?I?m reading an energy spike, break right, break right,? Merlin called out.
The two fighters rolled to the right and went into a dive while
accelerating.The ships in the top V started to accelerate, while the
bottom ones turned to pursue Vic and Badger.
?Raid, try evasive pattering Delta.? Gunsmoke said.
Raid started to fly, spinning the fighter on its axis to face the
threat.?Get ready Gunsmoke.?
The ships accelerated at each other, in a deadly game of chicken.?They
are firing,? Gunsmoke called.
Vic rolled left and started climbing.?Going to circle back behind them.?
A strange beam of light shot out from the enemy fighter, missing Vic?s ship.
?Come to daddy,? he said as he completed his loop, ending up behind the
opposing ships.
?Torpedo one, away.Torpedo two, away,? he called as he launched two
micro torpedoes at the first ship.
The tactical computers on both ships registered a hit, and the enemy was
disabled.?Strike one,? Raid called.
?Strike two,? came Badgers call.
The two Federation ships crossed past each other in pursuit of the
remaining two fighters.
In short order, the other two enemies were registered as killed.
?Uh, Raid, we got a problem.Those other ships jumped to 0.9 and are
closing in on the base.?
?Raid is going firewall,? he said.?Give me all you can Gunsmoke.?
Vic pushed the ship to maximum speed. Badger did the same.
?Raid, we area at 1.2 impulse,? Gunsmoke called out, ?1.3 ? 1.4?. The
engines are redlined, we?re at max.?
The Federation ships closed the distance.?Three minutes to intercept.?
?Badger, we?re going to shoot past them, and crazy ivan the ships to
engage face to face.Copy??
?Badger copies.?
With the co-pilots tracking the bandits on sensors, the pilots focused
on pushing the ships with everything they could.
The time ticked slowly by, second by second as the gap slowly closed.
The bandits were in sight.Two started to turn back towards the
federation ships, while the other two continued on their course.
?We have to stop the front two fighters, prepare for evasive maneuver
Charlie foxtrot,? Raid called.
?You crazy man??replied Badger.
?Can?t let them get to the base. Not on my watch.?
?Commencing maneuvers,? Raid said.
The federation fighters blew past the enemy picket line and continued to
barrel down at the bandits.
Blowing past them, Vic waited till he had good distance before pulling a
Crazy Ivan, flipping the ship around while at speed.Badger followed suit.
?I have left, you take right,? Vic called.?Finish them quick as we?ve
got two more to deal with.?
?Rodger,? replied Badger.
Vic engaged in a series of maneuvers to keep himself on the target,
avoiding the enemies weapon.His opponent got a lucky shot, ?Shield at
50%, that was a hell of a hit,? Bebe called.
The enemy was juking, but Vic was having none of it.?Fire three. Fire
four.?He called out when he got a lock.
?Good hit,? Bebe called.?Oh shit,? she added as alarms went off.?They
got a lock on us.Come on Raid, do some of that fancy pilot shit,?
Gunsmoke called as she continued to work the sensors and weapons computers.
Scanners showed the enemy behind him.He started pushing his ship up,
beginning of a circle, which he turned into a corkscrew.The opposing
pilot kept up with his maneuvers, but Vic was moving enough that enemy
couldn?t get a lock.
?All reverse,? he called to Gunsmoke, ?On my mark.?
Vic entered another corkscrew and as the enemy fighter followed him in,
he his reverse on his engines.?Hold together baby,? he said as multiple
alarms started going off.
?We?re redlined,? Bebe called, ?We can?t take these forces.?
Vic held on course, and watched as the fighter overshot him?Fire five,
fire six? he called out.
Returning power to forward, he watched as the two micro torpedoes sailed
right past the target.?Damn.?
A red light came on the console. ?Torpedo tubes are jammed and offline,?
Bebe called, ?Trying to fix them,? Her fingers working her controls as
Vic switched to phasers.
The space battle continued as Vic tried to get a lock on his target.The
two were evenly matched and seemed to anticipate the others moves.
?Got them, Raid,? Bebe called. ?Torpedo?s back online.?
Vic broke right as the enemy pulled their own Crazy Ivan.As Vic dove, he
called out ?Shields to maximum,?
?We?re at 30 percent.?
?I just need one pass,? Raid called.Time to change the tactics in this
deadly game of predator and prey.
His opponent got a lucky shot.?Shields have failed,? Bebe called,
?Damage to the port Nacelle.?
?Let?s end this,? Vic said through gritted teeth.
As Bebe balanced the power load, Vic spun the ship around and as he did,
fired a spread of microtorpedos along the turn. The foe couldn?t evade
them all, and a green light lit up on the panel.
?Simulation over.Return to base.?
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1500) Sec PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 22:15:28 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex ? Sec PO3 Hercules Devers ? 1500)
Devers has slept in.Even though he didn?t drink at the party last night,
he spent a lot of time on the dancefloor.When he finally woke up at 10,
he started his prefight ritual.
He had gotten Collier and Lannis to be in his corner.
When he arrived at the complex, he was escorted back to a private room
to prepare.It had all the amenities, clearly Gilbert had made sure to
take care of him.As he was unpacking and slowly starting to get into
fight mode, a lacky poked his head in.
?Do you need anything Mr. Devers??
?Yea, can you let the box save seats for a few people, and my corner
team should be here in a couple hours.?
The lacky took the list from Hercules and scurried off.
Devers changed into some gym clothes and started meditating for the fight.
First, he drew a circle on the ground with a piece of chalk.
>From the room speaker, his music started.
https://youtu.be/C7HL5wYqAbU
As the drums began, he slowly tied on his headband, decorated with a
fleur de lis between two tigers, and stepped inside the circle.
Eyes closed, he bowed to the center of the circle and began the slow,
deliberate movements of the Yang Sam Khum, slowly making his way around
the circle as he focused on his task for the day.
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1500) Sec PO3 Hercules Devers
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 04:16:36 +0000 (UTC)
That is good.? I might have chose this?Maori War Dance - the Haka
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On Wednesday, November 18, 2020, 10:15:42 PM EST, Dieter Gregory via illuminar-rpg <illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
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Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
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(Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex ? SecPO3 Hercules Devers ? 1500)
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Devershas slept in.? Even though he didn?tdrink at the party last night, he spent a lot of time on the dancefloor.? When he finally woke up at 10, he started hisprefight ritual.?
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Hehad gotten Collier and Lannis to be in his corner.
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Whenhe arrived at the complex, he was escorted back to a private room toprepare.? It had all the amenities, clearlyGilbert had made sure to take care of him.?As he was unpacking and slowly starting to get into fight mode, a lacky pokedhis head in.?
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?Doyou need anything Mr. Devers??
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?Yea,can you let the box save seats for a few people, and my corner team should behere in a couple hours.?
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Thelacky took the list from Hercules and scurried off.
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Deverschanged into some gym clothes and started meditating for the fight.
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First,he drew a circle on the ground with a piece of chalk.?
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Fromthe room speaker, his music started.?
https://youtu.be/C7HL5wYqAbU
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Asthe drums began, he slowly tied on his headband, decorated with a fleur de lisbetween two tigers, and stepped inside the circle.
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Eyesclosed, he bowed to the center of the circle and began the slow, deliberate movementsof the Yang Sam Khum, slowly making his way around the circle as he focused onhis task for the day.
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(Replynone)
(Postedby Tim)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1700) sec PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Tim Bushnell)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 15:33:58 -0500
Day: 3
Stardate 2445:09:28
(Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex ? Sec PO3 Hercules Devers ? 1700)
Hercules welcomed Lannis and Collier into his little dressing room. They
reviewed the rules of the Mutai and discussed various options of the
allowable meds and treatments at the bell.
He slipped on a purple robe. The back had Hercules written in a circle
between the two tigers snarling at each other.
The three of them went to the main gym. There, the octagonal cage was
setup. This was the place where he would test his skills against another.
Two enter but only one leaves victorious.
Walking around the ring he looked at the lighting. Checking under the ring
to see the construction and stability.
"It looks sound. Lots of room to maneuver," Collier said.
"Lighting isn't bad. Not clear bright spots or places where the light could
get in your eyes," Devers added.
As the three conversed a Ferengi came scurring over. "Hello Hew-mon. I am
Zyban, the local odds maker."
Devers nodded, "and what are my odds right now?"
The Ferengi chuckled, "You are 7 to 3 against. Knockout in the second
round. You are an unknown. "
"And what do you want?" Lannis asked.
"Nothing much. A small favor that you will.be rewarded for. Perhaps you
could go down in the first round."
"Go back to the hole you came from. I intend to win and you can take that
to the bank," Devers said.
"A feisty one. Good luck Hew-mon. I like your bravado," the Ferengi
chuckled.
"We will see. Bet against me at your peril."
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1800)- ACOps- Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory and Fight Promoter Lar
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 16:44:33 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Mission Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Mars- Civilian Sports Complex- ACOps- Lieutenant (jg) Dieter Gregory and
Fight Promoter Lar- 1800)
The Ferengi was well dressed and adorned, more so than one would normally
see on one of that species. Ferengi routinely spurned ostentatious displays
of wealth, preferring it to be in liquid assets such as gold pressed
latinum. This Ferengi though was an avowed proponent of rule of acquisition
number 26 which states: As the customer goes so goes the wise profiteer.
And there was profit to be made in Federation space so close to its
headquarters. Terrans however had some quirks, they placed a lot of value
in image and image was simple to interpret into this rule, it fit nicely.
You had to be the part of what your customer wanted. This had led him into
rule nine: Opportunity plus instinct equals profit.
He was making a killing giving these people what they wanted but there were
always other opportunities available for those who listened. See rule
number twenty two.
The fights were good, his rings, necklaces and clothes flashy though not as
expensive as they looked, greed is after all eternal but there was a lot
more going on at Mars he wanted to diversify his portfolio into. These
things were going through his head as he stood not far from the ticket
windows shaking hands and welcoming the bettors. Always keep your customers
happy!
Gregory had finished the work on SPOTS and headed over to the sports
complex. Always a betting man, he couldn?t pass up the opportunity. After
paying the entrance fee, he grabbed a program, a seat and reviewed the
cards for the night.
Circling the fighters he planned to bet on, he wandered over to the betting
window. As he continued to study the cards he heard a familiar voice, one
he?d last heard months ago at Quarks.
Looking up, he almost didn?t recognize Lar in all his flashy adornments.
?Hey Lar,? Gregory called, ?Are you still drawing to an inside flush??
Lar looked toward the hew-mon and showed his impressive and astonishingly
clean teeth. Image again!. "Ensign Gregory is it not?" He offered his hand.
"There isn't any profit in that. I've learned letting go of a little
latinum can bring in a shower of it later so I fold. Rule of Acquisition
number sixty two. Have you learned yet how to play Tongo without letting go
of all your latinum?" He offered his hand for a shake to the taller hew-mon.
?It has been a while. I could never get Quark to teach me Tongo. Trying
to learn on a simulation is just not the real thing.?
"I can teach but it will cost you dearly." The Ferengi chuckled.
?I know, I know. However, what are you doing here??
"Fight promotions hew-mon. The people love it here and there's a lot of
latinum in it." He raised his arms to show off his ornamentation. "As you
can no doubt see. Wasteful but if you dress cheap then the clientele think
you're cheap and that is bad for business."
?Really? Got some inside information you care to share,? Gregory chuckled.
The Ferengi smiled again, this time wider. "Knowledge equals profit hew-mon
and I don't sell mine cheaply. You will have to pay dearly for it."
?It's ok, I?ve got my fighters already picked,? Dieter added.
Lar allowed his smile to drop a little, he could have sold misinformation
and reaped a big windfall besides. "Your money is always welcome in my
keeping. How did you get to Mars from DS9?"
?A couple of days of shore leave. My ship arrived a few days ago.?
"Oh! A ship transfer!" The Ferengi grabbed the hand of another bettor
leaving the cages and pumped his hand. "We appreciate your business. I hope
your fighter wins in style." He then turned back to the former DS9 officer.
?Yea, I got transferred off the station and onto a ship. USS Illuminar.?
Lar's lobes began to tingle. "The Illuminar eh? A brand knew ship with
rumors of some spiffy new toys I've heard. So she's the one in dock right
now. Are you liking it?"
?Oh, yeah, I did get a promotion. I?m in Operations, it?s a far cry from
Deep Space Nine. Before I left, I had to do some rebuilding of the EPS
conduits that Quark and Igeba had been tapping into so the holosuites could
work.?
Lar laughed. "Quark likes to keep his overhead low, it's good business
practice. I'm glad you found your way to the fights and hope you enjoy
them. How did you hear about us? Know one of the fighters?"
"Ah yes! The new guy fighting tonight. I heard he has good credentials. His
opponent though? hmm. A hard choice there. Never bet against a winner
unless you have inside information."
?This guy, Hercules Devers, is a crewman on the ship. He?s supposed to be
some weightlifting badass. I don?t know him personally, but he?s been in
the thick of it on our last mission and got a commendation for his
actions.:
Lar shrugged. "It should be a good fight. If he wins I'll have to adjust
the odds on his next fight. Do you have a favorite hangout on the base?"
?Seems the crew has adopted the Red Sands as our home away from home, so to
speak. The food is better than in the officer's mess. Not sure what they
do, but I usually get there about 1800 or so, just as it?s filling up.?
"Good to know. I might look you up while you're here. There's a business
opportunity you might be interested in." Lar shook several more hands as
their owners passed by.
?That sounds intriguing Lar. We?re only in port for a few more days,?
Gregory said, ?At least till the ship is restocked and all. I bet get my
bet in before you go changing the odds on me.?
Lar grinned. "Yes you had. Thank you for the information. You have about
two minutes." Well it was actually less than one but don't let the customer
get the idea you are cheating them. It's bad for business.
(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Tim Bushnell (Dieter Gregory)
And Charles G (Lar)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1800, 1945, 2010)- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 11:23:17 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
Introspection: Part 5
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 1800)
They ate corn roasted in coals and a side of beef that had been turned on a
spit over that fire for most of the day. Fry bread had been cooked from a
skillet and pinto beans from a cast iron kettle. There was beer and iced
tea in plenty as well as lemonade for the children. After eating till she
could hold no more Tempest cleaned up inside and put on her ribbon dress
which is also called a prayer dress.
Once it was fully dark the men moved all traces of the feast from around
the coals of the fire and built it up while the women made ready. Drums
were set outside the circle of the firelight and 3 men began to play,
synching their timing quickly while another of Jason Red Feather's brothers
took up a flute that appeared made from bone.
https://youtu.be/6dxFlXZ4kBw
Tempest and several of the women wearing ribbon dresses made their way to
the fire and began dancing slowly and precisely around it within the circle
made by the men. The steps were intricate but she had done this countless
times at numerous powwows in the past. These gatherings showcased the best
and their dances were both demonstration and competition. They continued in
silence with only the music to accompany them for ten minutes. Then the
medicine chief began to chant as the music changed.
https://youtu.be/9UglUjiJifA
The other women dropped away from the dance one by one until only she
remained, still moving slowly until finally stopping she sank to her knees
as the men returned to the original drumbeat and flute. The medicine chief
began circling the fire, the wolf skin draped over his neck and upper back
from a mask made in the likeness of a wolf.
He reached her, turned and spun away as the drummers took up a chant.
She closed her eyes, the music merging with the background.
(Visionscape- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey Wolf- 1945)
She was standing once more upon the rocky mound but it was not alone having
been joined by others. She moved her gaze around trying to count the spires
but it was difficult, her perspective was uncertain and it made a sure
count nearly impossible. She finally gave in, sure the number was between
five and seven but uncertain beyond that.
Then the peaks were gone and the countryside was once again dotted with
fires but now they had diminished and were once again in their place. She
moved around the pinnacle but the blaze that had threatened to ignite the
sky was gone. It was then that she had an idea. It WAS as though looking at
stars on a background of night and she was a navigator. If the blaze that
had gone out was Bajor then she could use it to extrapolate others.
She moved around, her eyes sweeping, probing then found one obvious
anomaly. "There is no recorded planet there." Her eyes were fixed on a
point far from Bajor though in its general direction. But there was too
much here to take in if she was correct.
She spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see her
spirit guide gazing at her. She dropped to her haunches and looked into the
eyes of the wolf.
"What is this you show me Wa-Ya? What is it I must do?"
The wolf turned and she followed its gaze to a path between rocks. She
squared her shoulders and stepped forward following the trail that had
never been here before.
She lost track of time but came to a cul-de-sac like a blind canyon though
much smaller. As she walked in she saw movement and turned toward it.
Sienna Verin was moving away from her.
Something huge and monstrous rose between them. The breath caught in
Tempest's throat as it moved toward the other woman. Though she felt fear
she forced a shout from her throat and sprang for it as fast as her legs
would carry her.
There was a blur of an insectoid head and tough chitinous legs that were
wickedly barbed as it turned toward her. Its digits were also clawed, she
saw them catch the light as they came toward her. The creature seemed to
tower over her. She screamed in fury as those sharp appendages descended
toward her, she had no weapon!
She opened her eyes and she still squatted before the Wa-Ya, the wolf
spirit. She drew in a shuddering breath as she stood. "I see Wa-Ya. I must
protect her. From what I do not know."
Her spirit guide turned and walked away from her, its purpose complete for
now and she opened her eyes.
(Earth-Tsalagihi Ayehli-Tahlequah, Oklahoma- FSXO- Lt. (Jg) Tempest Grey
Wolf- 2010)
She stood up light headed and moved away from the fire which was burning
down.
Jason Red Feather was waiting for her. "You were gone for a long while. You
found what you seek?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"And what were you shown?"
"The place on which I stood was Earth, the land of the Tsalagihi. The fires
were stars. And my purpose it to protect."
The medicine chief nodded. "This is the task given you by the spirits. I
know their trust has not been misplaced. Was there anything else?"
"Yes but I do not understand it yet. I know that I will in time however."
He smiled. "You are learning. Go home, rest, visit your parents. It is time
to live and take strength for the future."
"I will need it." She thanked him and the others then left. There was much
to think on.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1810)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2020 13:33:51 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Shuttle Damocles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin and Dr. Riven Mias-
1810)
Riven took the pilot seat this time and as Sienna powered the shuttle up he
was looking through the control system. The nav log showed she had already
noted the location of the shuttle pad at her parent's ranch. He keyed the
communication system.
"North American air traffic control this is the Ambassadorial shuttle
Damocles requesting clearance to launch from coordinates 128. 83. 26. 02
pad 5."
There was a short pause before the reply came back. =^= Shuttle Damocles
what is your destination?=^=
He keyed the destination coordinates and sent them as he continued to
visually check the controls. And since it had been quite a while since he
had flown a shuttlecraft he activated the automated controls which would
simplify the task.
It was only a couple of minutes later that he received the reply. =^=
Shuttle Damocles you have an open launch window in forty five seconds. Your
cruising altitude will be eighteen thousand feet. =^=
"Copy the eighteen thousand feet. Systems are go for launch. Damocles
standing ready."
He set the altitude window and waited.
The nav system was showing amber with a countdown. When it reached forty
five seconds it turned green. Riven set his right hand at the engine
control slider. As his fingers slid up the bar changed from royal purple to
green behind his input, the shuttle rose off the pad and began to turn
south and east to the inputted coordinates.
The nose lifted and the shuttle began to climb, leveling off at the set
altitude at a speed of one eighth impulse. Riven sat back with a pleased
sigh. "Twenty three minutes to our destination."
She had let him pilot, feeling exhausted and drained after the
confrontation with Q. "Leave." She mused quietly, content to let him fly a
craft that could basically have moved itself. "What a crock. This has been
the least relaxing 'leave' I have ever experienced. " She was deliberately
not thinking about what had happened. Part of her was curious, but part of
her did not want to know the particulars. Some things could remain a
mystery. "All I wanted to do was go home, wrestle with the kids - including
a fully Betazoid little boy, or well, he will be about 11 now. Ride my
horse and camp outside." Sy unraveled her braid and brushed it out before
beginning the process of rebraiding the mess again. "Instead I get this."
She huffed a bit about the unfairness of life.
"Life is seldom fair. It throws up obstacles continually." He noted. "You
mentioned your brother being the one who always made his own way. It's
because he chose to fight through to claim what his heart was set on. You
can do this as well and I have no doubt that you will do so." As he spoke
he was looking at the navigational holographic readout between their
control boards which showed the cube of atmosphere they were flying though
reaching to twenty five kilometers in each direction from the shuttle
including above and beneath them. It terminated at ground level and the
edge of space. Air traffic was orderly and their altitude lane pristine.
Sienna cursed as she tangled the braid and started over. This should be
easy but was not for some reason. "I saved the Trill symbionts and won a
prize and a command for it. I just sacrificed my life to do it." Why did
she feel the need to defend herself? "Just everything has always been about
Trip? I am not James Williams the Third, am I?" She groused quietly. "Not
that I want to be. Dad's ship, went to Dad's kid and honorary kid, of
course." She gave up on her hair and let the mess ripple in waves down to
her butt. "The stupid reason Trip gave me was that he could order Lynn
Bracken to her death but not me." Oh that still irked her.
"And you still judge yourself by his accomplishments." The shuttle was on
auto so he stood up and stepped behind her then began deftly parting her
hair into strands. "You are only one step from the Captain's chair yourself
on a ship suited to your talents. What if something were to happen to
Sekal? You would be the one holding the reins and there will no doubt be
other ships like this one. Didn't I hear Exeter was a light cruiser? Suited
for the same missions as the Illuminar though with more of a military bent.
What did you want your first command to be? Other openings will come up
that are suited for your skills. With only two new ships so far there were
few to choose from." He began the tight braid with practiced hands.
A soft growl, "I am not jealous of Trip!" She did not jerk as he braided
her hair, actually enjoying it. "But I am tired of it always being about
him. I know that it's normal for Dads to favor their sons. And I think Dad
tried hard for it not to always be, but I was never the little girl they
wanted, even when I tried to be. I don't even understand what my sexuality
IS for goodness sake. I haven't figured out me yet, how can I lead others?
There is a reason that in the past people did not get command until their
upper 30s normally. I don't really want the command chair. I think our 2/O,
Peters will make Captain before me. I think that is part of why Q changed
me to be more Betazoid, that I am where I need to be. Something dark and
horrible is coming, and I only saw the briefest flash of it. May I?" She
asked, wanting to share the memory of the nightmare with him, not
particularly trusting herself where those Q flashes were concerned.
"Of course."
Sienna deliberately called up the night of the time shock wave, when she
had woken screaming from a nightmare. Unimaginable suffering followed by a
flash of an insectoid alien. "I could not get back to sleep." She shared
that feeling she had gotten used to, that this short flash was something
important.
His hands froze in her hair as though made of stone.
"Luma told me she had not heard of anything like that, but that does not
mean anything, she was locked at UP for so long with no interaction?"
Sienna was hoping that Riven would tell her it was just a nightmare.
Riven felt his hands go clammy and they shook slightly. "Xenolithe." His
voice was a hiss. "The Federation was at war with them just before I began
working in Star Fleet."
Sy froze, "Those monsters are REAL?" She was terrified. And her voice rose
in pitch.
He steadied himself and continued the braid with hands suddenly gone stiff.
He was about halfway through the braid. "Yes they are real. The only
question is whether you were shown the past or the future. If they are
coming it is best to be prepared and the Federation is not. It's fleets are
still fragmented though I have heard that Vulcan is in talks with merging
the VDF back into Starfleet. It could not come at a better time."
She had not heard that. Guess it paid to be an Ambassador, "Well, you know
now and I can mention it to Sekal when we get back to Mars. I am almost
positive it was the future though. Vague feelings of unease, of something
dark coming?" She had not really come to any conclusions about the
abilities Q had given her in the short time she had them. "I never had time
to figure out how to guide them, just how to barely survive."
"And here you were in a hurry to dispose of such hard won abilities." The
tone was that of someone who had been wounded though when Riven turned his
head Q was standing against the doorway to the passenger cabin with a
knowing smile on his face. "How many times must it be demonstrated that the
Q know better than your insignificant and primitive cosmic view before you
begin believing it?"
Sy felt herself begin to cringe but steeled her spine, "Welcome back, Q. I
could not keep them." She tried to smile but she was just so danged tired.
"Also why is our shuttle chronometer frozen?"
"So we have time for a conversation of course." Q gave Riven a baleful
glare. "Oh yes I'm watching you but I'm sure you had already figured that
out. I find you positively intriguing Doctor Mias. It's not every day I
meet someone with your particular abilities? whatever they may be."
Riven allowed himself a small smile. "I have a patron Q, something you do
not."
"So he gives me a tidbit to nibble on. You have a powerful patron."
He turned his attention to Sienna again and shrugged. "I tried to warn you
disposing of them was unwise but I'm embarrassed to say I got strong-armed
for once. It's not actually humbling though it comes close."
She laughed, "I can not imagine you humbled, Q. Can't you just give us
some cryptic words we won't figure out until after the fact?" Sy was glad
Riven was almost done with her hair. "Or for once just tell it to us
straight?"
He put on a hurt look. "It's too early in the game for that. Jean Luc was
so adamant that your species could meet and weather any obstacle given the
chance. What kind of being would I be to deprive you of such opportunities?
Besides it's entertaining to watch you try."
Sy frowned. "I really did like the psychometry, Q. It helped a lot." She
smiled up at the being. What else could she say?
"That bridge has fallen into the river? for now. Perhaps I'll reconsider at
a future date. I can't make it too easy for you now can I? Perhaps you
would prefer a Xenolith torture than the one I supplied with such devious
inspiration."
Riven finished the braid and stepped to the pilot seat though he didn't sit
down. There was no need since they were frozen in space and time.
Sienna's mind flashed to the premonition, "No. Thank you." She was not
sure she could handle going through the pain that had accompanied those
abilities again. Her throat was dry and her mouth tasted metallic. And her
mind was screaming. She was so close to a panic attack.
"The chat has been pleasant but I have other fish to fry. Now that the
boundaries of the interdimensional universes have been sealed there are so
many other fun things to do so I'll leave you for now. But don't worry. I
won't be far." Q gave Riven another glance before smiling knowingly. "You
never know when I might pop in."
His hand came up, fingers rubbed together and he was gone.
Sienna shook and then began to scream, the panic attack hitting her. The
shuttle did not even rock as the autopilot smoothly flew it. Which was
good.
Riven turned his head to her, reached over and cupped her chin then gently
turned her face toward him. "Sienna look at me."
As her eyes met his own dark ones he flooded her mind with calm and peace,
forcing the fear back. ::You are all right. You are at peace.:: The thought
voice was soft as she fell into the deep pools.
She did as asked, the trust between them deep. The fear receded but she
could hear Q's mocking laughter. He had wanted this, for her to hurt. "That
absolutely can never happen again." She cut herself no slack. Even if
monsters came to torture her, she could not have a panic attack.
He released her chin. "We will deal with this. That was the next step.
Unfortunately that deviant enjoys poking you to the edge. But it's only a
momentary setback. As I promised Saleke I make the same promise to you.
When Illuminar leaves Mars you will be ready."
"Q needs a new hobby." Riven could sense her trust in Saleke. It ran deep
and only Sekal's was deeper. "He probably is going to torture Sekal too."
Her heart ached for her friend, though the Vulcan was a pillar of strength.
Riven smiled at that. "What is that old saying? He'd better pack a lunch
because he has a lot of work ahead of him trying to break down a Vulcan.
Especially from that family."
Riven's laughter filled the cabin as their destination was coming up
quickly.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven)
And Melinda G (Sienna)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1810)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2020 20:32:08 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Holosuite ? Mars Entertainment and Leisure Centre ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1815)
It was a rainy night, blustery and dark on the hill top which is how Keung Lee liked it. He slithered across the patchy grass to where he reached out to a gun case and unzipped it to reveal the three parts of a Dragunov sniper rifle. He forced himself to be slow and methodical as he reassembled it to its full four-foot length. He snapped in the magazine of rimmed 7.62 mm rounds. He then crawled moved to a low rock and rested his weapon on the surface of the rock. He looked through the 4x scope to see climbing up the hill in his direction, six heavily armed men with two barking dogs. They were in a straight-line level with each other, several feet apart.
So far so good, thought Lee. They?ve still not seen him?which is just as well because that was not his intention for him to be seen. Selecting his first target, he squeezed the trigger. The sound of the shot exploding into the night.. Looking through the scope, he could see one of the armed men dropped. The others looked at their colleague shouts of alarm. Lee fired again and two more men went down. The remaining three shouting at each in confusing looking for the direction of the shooting. The dogs barking in anger.
Smiling, Lee stood up and put his rifle on ?safe?. He turned to face the figure beside him whose name badge displayed Luis Rehu, Holo Host. Luis said ?Computer. Save Sniper scenario. End hologram simulation.? The scenery incidentally ended to reveal the Holosuite of the Mars Entertainment and Leisure Centre.
?Your military, aren?t you?? said Luis. ?I recognised the shooting style of a sniper! I?m ex-military!?
Keung nodded, noticing the crop hair style of the operative and his posture. Yep, ex military man but Keung wasn?t in the mood to start trading military stories. Instead he asked ?How did I do??
?Nice shooting, took out 3 of the enemy, keeping the other 3 in a state of confusion, utilizing the environment at the proper night for cover,? said Luis ?just noted a few observations that I would like to mention, if I may??
?Sure, go ahead.? Said Keung?
1. The remaining three could have let loose the dogs, who would sniff you out shortly. 2. You left three men standing...you would have to move to another firing position to keep them from locating you. 3/ you probably would have to eliminate the dogs quietly with your knife, possibly getting injured in the process, and 4 you should use a spotter with you, giving you range calculations as needed, freeing you up for firing, ...other than that I would say you would make a good sniper. I am impressed Mr Lee explained Luis ?You certainly know how to use ballistic rifle ?the Draqunoy SVD. Most customers end up flat on their backs with the recoil?
Luis took the rifle, checked for any rounds left in the rifle, then proceeded to aim down the scope, and often looked over other parts of the rifle as well.?Do you know the difference between the effect of a ballistic weapon and using a phaser??
Keung well knew the answer ?Well the difference is ?loud bangs and the fact that you can?t even see where the shot comes from adds to the confusion. Lee pointed to the phaser rifle on the stand. ?You see phaser doesn?t have that same effect it has on a victim. Okay, they are stunned or the opposite extreme of being vaporised. What does the enemy do? They carry on but with a ballistic weapon?see a bloodied body with their bits missing. Might deter further action.?
?True enough, Mr Lee? responded Luis ?This would probably leave only 1 man left to pursue you, provided it took a second man to assist the wounded third man back to the rear. You could easily remove the first man in pursuit, at your designated leisure, location of concealment.? He pointed to the ammo pouch which Keung wore around his wrist. ?I want to explain something. Take out your 7.72 mm round.?.
Puzzled, Lee took from his ammo pouch, a 7.62 round and handed it to Luis.
Holding up the round between his thumb and index finger, Luis began to speak, ?If you were to use that rifle on the Borg, they wouldn?t be able to assimilate to create a barrier, based on your energy released fired laser bolt. Striking them in the right places, with a primitive projectile would piece their body armour, and bounce around inside their body, creating a most devastating wound, probably fatal.?
Keung was actually impressed as he had never personally encountered a Borg but had seen reports on the capacity of the Borg.
?Well thank you, Luis. That was quite enlightening.? Smiled Keung. He checked his watch, it was time to go.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-1850, 1905)- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and Duke Williams
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2020 16:33:06 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Shuttle Damocles- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias and
Duke Williams- 1850)
Riven was more comfortable with the controls now that he had been able to
study them properly so he switched from automatic to manual as they came
within 20 kilometers of the ranch. He slowed the shuttle and it began
losing altitude. By the time they were 5 kilometers out he activated the
ventral thrusters and slowed further. Once they were coming in for approach
to the landing pad the Damocles was 30 meters from the ground. As they came
over the pad he was using navigational control to position it. A true north
symbol was displayed on a circular readout for the heading, he turned the
shuttle to face it then eased back on thruster energy control.
Damocles slowly lost altitude until it had settled gently onto the landing
pad. Having completed the approach and satisfied with the results he turned
to Sienna. "Here we are. Your parents ranch awaits you," with a smile.
She had not had time to message them to explain bringing a guest with her.
Suddenly she was super nervous about visiting her Mom, who always seemed to
know everything about her kids and her Dad, who she was positive was going
to be disappointed with her.
"Maybe not the best plan." She was still on edge from the earlier Q induced
panic attack and was frozen in fear.
Then jumped as Sophie Verin banged on the shuttle door loud enough to be
heard inside. And then was opening the door on her own, striding in.
Sophie Verin was lovely, and was obviously Sy's mother. The brown hair was
black in Sophie, but the texture was the same and so were the eyes. Both
twins had Sophie's eyes. She was dressed in bright red cowboy boots, a
matching hat and well worn jeans with a soft tee and a shawl thrown over it
all against the chill of the night air.
Sophie's attention was entirely on her daughter, looking Sienna over and
then staring deep into her much shorter daughter's eyes before pulling her
beloved child into her arms to hold, arms warm and safe. The embrace lasted
several long moments as Sy clung to her Mother.
Riven sat in the pilot seat, eyes forward and making sure his telepathic
and empathic senses were pulled in. He was certain not to interfere in the
reunion though he was wearing a smile as he looked out the forward viewing
window. It was dark in the country so little could be seen outside the
lights from the house and shuttlecraft save for vague, dark shapes in the
distance.
Near to hand though he could see the movement of animals, unfortunately
their shapes were indistinct. The barking of dogs sounded distinctly from
nearby though, no doubt disturbed by the shuttle as it made their charges
restive.
"About time you got here." Sophie spoke very quietly into Sy's hair.
"Skyler is on Vulcan. There is a real possibility of the VDF coming into
Starfleet but she is resistant to that, happy where she is." Sy had not had
to mention her much older half vulcan and Betazoid sister. Sophie always
knew. As Sophie released her daughter, the older woman turned to regard
Riven. And did something that surprised Sienna. Sophie knelt before Riven,
bowing her head to him. Sienna was flummoxed at the tableau before her. She
had never known her Mother to react to anyone that way.
Riven had turned his head at her approach and opened his abilities outward
once more. As she knelt he rose to his feet. "Oh please don't do that. We
aren't on Betazed after all. I'm just an uninvited guest to your home." He
chuckled. "Get up now please and if there isn't a place for me in your
house I will be quite happy to spend the night in the shuttle. It's not
fair to ask you to put yourself and your family out on my behalf."
Sophie stood but kept her eyes averted, "You walk with the power of the
Goddess." She whispered. "There is plenty of room in the house. I hope you
do not mind little ones. We have four right now that are legally ours now,
and a fifth who is pretty damaged. And I would never leave a guest in a
shuttle. " Sophie sounded so disapproving at the very suggestion. "Admiral
Sophie Verin. Strategic Operations." Sophie glanced at Sienna, "Sienna's
Mother."
Sy watched in concern. Her Mom was acting like Riven was a representative
of a deity or something. She had obviously missed something pretty
important about the guy.
Riven pulled Sophie to her feet? gently.
"Doctor Riven Mias, priest in the temple of the goddess as you have already
surmised. Mind healer and Federation Ambassador at large. It is wonderful
to make your acquaintance Admiral. I have heard nothing but good things
about you from your daughter since I met her. She obviously loves you very
much." He gave her a warm smile.
"I am looking forward to meeting your husband and seeing your animals in
the morning. I can smell them quite distinctly. A most pleasant odor. And
don't even think of hiding your children from me, I love them." He cast his
memory back to see the face of a nine year old girl.
"I once traveled off planet to do a mind healing for a young one. It's what
put me in the path of a mission by the Spectre and how I met my wife
Michaella." His smile grew. "She was such a sensitive soul, it was a true
pleasure to be of help to her."
At that moment Duke walked toward the shuttle. He was in his uniform,
having just returned from Starfleet Academy. As the Academic year was
finishing up it?s first full month, there had been a lot of paperwork he
had to finish. With Starfleet ramping up its resources and presence, there
had been an increase in the number of applicants to the Academy. He had
spent most of the day in meetings figuring out how many new students they
could take in the fall of 2446, how many the could reasonably accommodate
at the start of the next semester as transfers or late enrollees, whether
it was feasible to start a Reserve Officer Training Corp program on
Earthen, Lunar, and Martian universities, and whether as a protectorate,
but not yet a return to full member status, if Trill applicants needed to
have a letter of recommendation from a Starfleet Commanding Officer to
apply, much like non federation citizens would need, or if they would be
granted the same benefits of Federation Citizens. It was a bit of a mess,
but he enjoyed the challenge. He would put up with as much bureaucracy as
possible as long as he still got to teach a few courses, such as an Ethics
Seminar and Introduction to Warp Core Mechanics.
?Baby girl!? He shouted as he scooped his daughter into a warm and loving
embrace, kissing her on the top of her head. ?Welcome home.?
Sy whimpered as she expected a flood of nonsense but got nothing. No pain,
no confusing images, nothing but her Dad's arms. She still wore the crest
and protection charm on a chain with her silk.
Duke then noticed their guest, ?Oh sorry, I didn?t see you there. Dr. Riven
Mias, if I?m not mistaken. I don?t know if we formally met, though I?ve
heard a lot about you from my daughter recently and I?ve seen your picture
around. I served on the Spectre with your wife Michaella for a brief spell.
Welcome to our humble home.? Duke then offered his hand in a customary
greeting to the Betazoid mind healer.
Riven took his hand and shook it heartily. His voice had a low, gravelly
note that many found entrancing. "I'm sorry that I must have just missed
you. I wasn't there for very long. I was off and gone before they finished
their mission but Michaella and I made a lasting impression on one
another."
?So I heard.? Duke said with a chuckle. ?I?m guessing y?all want to come
in. I had a hankering for it last night, so I?ve had a brisket on the
smoker since morning, so I hope you are hungry. I put in on before I left
for work this morning and have had some of the ranch hands keepin an eye on
it throughout the day.?
"I won't refuse your invitation." Riven chuckled. "You have my profound
thanks for it. It has been a long day and I've had nothing to eat since
breakfast. I think my stomach passed growling to the whining stage."
Sienna was still adjusting and still confused but she nodded. Food did
sound good. Sophie was watching her daughter carefully and treating Riven
with kid gloves.
?So baby girl, the horses are ready if you want to go on a ride later, I
know that always cheered you up when you were a kiddo. Just a little
something for you to clear your head if you want.?
Sienna glanced at Riven, "Y-yes. We basically have the night, then have to
head back to Mars in the morning. The long range transporters are still
broken, so have to take the long way. But we should all talk once the
littles are asleep. " Being an adult really sucked.
"Why have the in system long range transporters not been a priority yet?"
She did not understand as they walked towards the house, Sophie's override
closing the door.
"Politics and resource allocation. Plus improvements on the design that are
not quite out of R&D. All the Member worlds were torn with Andoria's tech
pulling out. So, making sure we own it this time. So nothing like that can
happen again." The reminder of Andoria brought back some of Sienna's
worries. But her Mom had the answers. And Sy focused on that, wishing she
had a chance to change her clothing to something more appropriate. Silk
did not handle walking through pasture well.
"So." Sophie spoke, "My daughter arrives in San Francisco, steps onto bare
earth, disappears for several hours, reappears in the exact same spot
looking like death. Next time? Ring us first so we can calm security
beforehand and not after." Her voice was slightly chiding. "An update
would be nice."
?I mean at least a message sent to our Personal Communication Devices. Just
a few words. She is Alive.? Duke said echoing his wife?s sentiments.
"That was initiated by Q unfortunately, there was no way of knowing it was
about to happen. I apologize for the alarms that must have been going off
at headquarters." Riven said. "Had we had any inkling of his intentions we
would most certainly have notified someone before it happened."
Duke nodded. ?At least you?re alive and well Little Bit.?
"The reprobate was unwilling to take back the things he had burdened Sienna
with and had to be convinced to unburden her which took quite a while I'm
afraid but it is now over and done with." Riven looked at Sienna and nodded.
"Alive, yes. Well, not really. Q basically told me my nightmares are real
and Riven knows what they are." Her voice was starting to raise with
hysteria again. She needed more sleep after this crazy day. "Q kindly
offered to let me be tortured by one next time." Sienna was shaking, Sophie
looked like she was going to find that Q and torture HIM. She was not a
pleased parent.
?Well if I ever met this Q, it would probably be the last time you ever saw
me, because I?d probably sock him square in the jaw.? Duke said upset. ?But
enough of that, you are home, this is safe. Let?s get inside and get you
both something to drink. Beer, water, lemonade? Whatever you?d like.? Duke
said as he led the group back towards the door to the house.
Riven didn't mention the Xenolithe yet, he would speak to the admirals
later when Sienna wasn't present. Her day had been trying enough already
and she was shaky at this time. "Lemonade sounds good thank you but perhaps
a beer later?" He said with a large smile as he followed the group to the
ranch house. He needed to keep his senses and wits sharp for the inevitable
questions once he brought up the subject of the insectoid alien race.
(Williams family home- FO- Commander Sienna Williams-Verin, Dr. Riven Mias
and Duke Williams- 1905)
"Lemonade? I got some permanent dna changes but still can't drink terran
alcohols." She shrugged lightly as she shivered. Once they stepped inside
there was cheerful chaos.
?Don?t worry sweetheart, it?s fresh squeezed and not a hard lemonade.
You?ll be able to drink it just fine.? Duke led the group into the dining
room and offered for Riven and Sienna to take a seat as he went towards the
kitchen.
Sytl, the young bajoran followed. He loved Sienna being home. "I didn't see
T'Lyr?" Sy asked in confusion as the vulcan girl was not present in the
house.
"Science Camp on Vulcan. She wanted to go, so we let her. Living here is
great but she started the foundations of logic before coming to us, so it
made sense. She was getting confused." Sophie spoke as generally as she
could while the young bajoran boy talked to Sy at a speed that she could
not have followed if she wanted to. But the chatter was relaxing. Extremely
relaxing. A slight smile formed as she drifted off in a nap. The little boy
brought a blanket over to tuck around Sy, pleased with himself.
Duke returned from the kitchen with a tray with two glasses and a pitcher
of lemonade. ?Well guess I arrived a little too late. Poor Little Bit,
she?s tuckered out. She?s had a rough go, hasn?t she.?
"Indeed she has." Riven spoke from the recliner he had settled into. "I was
called to Mars because of issues she was having. We have sorted out the
problems with the Imzadi and twin bonds but there is more work to do yet.
She is sleeping well now so we have already made good strides."
Sophie settled down beside Duke after closing the doors to that room. "They
all know what the closed doors mean." She was still careful around Riven.
"So fill us in. I can get why the one bond bothered her but not the other.
They were always very close but I have not ran into many Betazoid twins in
my line of work." Sophie felt like she had somehow failed her complicated
daughter.
"It was a very unusual problem?," Riven began, "... that was started by her
bolstering her brother when his own Imzadi bond was broken. The pain she
took into herself to ground him during that period of his life cemented
what should have faded over time and gave her great pain when the two were
apart due to the memory of their shared pain. Her own Imzadi bond which was
fractured was entwined with the twin bond as well. That necessitated
removing both but not completely." He took a drink of the sweet lemonade,
his mouth and throat were dry after a long day and needed to be oiled
before he finished.
"I stopped the twin bond at a time before he lost Rae during a period the
bond was at its strongest and most pristine. This was the best way to do it
since excising it completely would have left a hole in her mind of a sort.
This way she retains the closeness with her brother. In time the shared
pain will fade without the later part of that bond to echo from." He took
another sip as he finished.
?Ok, so pretend I don?t really know how Betazoid mind links work, which is
true, I don?t. So what does this mean for my kids. Are they going to be ok,
is she going to be ok? Like long run, for both of them, what does this
mean?? Duke asked.
"It changes nothing between them since they are twins and can communicate
with each other at longer distances than most telepaths can as a matter of
course. It will have no effect on her brother at all from what I have been
told. For Sienna the process has taken away the great mental pain she was
dealing with and freed her up for a normal life. The next issue to deal
with is the post traumatic stress that she is dealing with now. I don't
know with one hundred percent certainty at this time but I'm confident the
stress of the bonds made her susceptible to the effects from her last
mission and will dissipate over time. She doesn't have that time however
before their next mission, it needs to be resolved quickly. After we return
to Mars I will help her to rid herself of it."
Sophie took that at face value, "And Q." She sighed. "Did not help matters?
Classified reports said that she inherited psychic powers via torture? And
she believes that monsters you recognized are coming for the Federation?
Forgive me, but I need to ask, are these hallucinations perhaps?" Sophie
hoped.
He shook his head gravely. "It would be unusual for anyone to hallucinate
seeing a Xenolithe. She shared the memory with me. I came into the fleet at
the tail end of the war with them and know well what they look like."
?How much time do we have?? Duke asked concerned. If war was on the
horizon, he?d have to prepare the academy students.
"There is no way to know. The precognitive vision she had gave no insights
into any timeline I'm afraid. The return of Vulcan ships into Starfleet is
close to being finalized and it couldn't come at a better time. I am hoping
Andoria can be persuaded to lend aid but that would most likely not happen
until hostilities have already started."
?By my estimation, most of the Exeter and Illuminar class ships should be
completed by early next year, and retrofits and refits on the rest of the
fleet are in progress. There are also the Cardassian ships we have at
service. Have you taken this to Admiral Bell??
"I just learned of it myself and have had no time to pass it along but I
will make sure she hears of it as soon as we get back to Mars unless you
would prefer to notify her immediately." Riven said to Duke then nodded.
"The sooner she hears of it the better off we will all be."
Sophie thought of the resource allocation currently, so many planned
projects and too many half completed at best. "I hope she already knows.
This is why we have Intelligence, but?" she shook her head, the exact same
way Sienna did. "Sorry, I am looking at projects on a starfield in my mind.
Yeah, two to three years out would be nice. And Q threatened to let a
Xenolithe torture my daughter? How likely is that?" While she wanted to
yell, she also did not want to wake Sienna.
"We will make it as unlikely as possible. In all likelihood he was only
using the threat to frighten her but that particular being has no
credibility in anyone's eyes."
?Well I?ll send a call out to Admiral Bell this evening. The sooner the
better.? Duke began stroking his beard. ?Dr. Mias, in the meantime, what
does my daughter need from me, from us??
Riven's smile deepened. "What you are giving her now, your complete love
and support. She is stronger than she knows with a deep well of compassion.
Treat her like you always have, she needs the foundation. She isn't some
wilting flower that needs to be handled gently. She needs to see that
nothing has changed. That normalcy is what she requires."
Sophie nodded, "Seems like what she needs is sleep. A lot of sleep. Is
there a good reason for us to not pull rank and keep her here a few days?"
Sophie was prepared to do exactly that.
?The wife brings up a good point. She?d be able to sleep in here, free of
stress of work, and we can make sure she gets that rest. But much like I?d
hope you?d trust my input when it came to a warp core, doc, I will defer to
your professional opinion.? Duke, the former engineer, replied.
Riven chuckled. "I can give you two days but no more if she is to be
prepared to go back out. Illuminar's departure has already been set back
several days due to the changing mission scope so I'm confident the
timeline will work well with a few days to spare. And quite honestly I
believe it will be good for her. She needs time to sleep and relax to catch
up on the sleep deficit she accrued and regain her strength. I can take the
shuttle back to Mars in the morning and arrange to have her retrieved at
the proper time."
?Thanks doc, I?ll get a guest room ready for you.? Duke said as he stood up
to make his way to the linens closet. ?And from the bottom of my heart, I
owe you a debt I cannot repay.?
Sophie chimed up, "And then you can carry her to bed. She has lost weight I
think."
?Yes my dear, I will. And don?t worry, I?ll have mom stop by tomorrow with
enough cookies to fatten her up a little bit. The Williams family chocolate
chip cookies. I think Sy will like that.? Duke then disappeared into the
hall.
"And you have my deepest thanks for your hospitality." Riven raised his
voice so that Duke could hear him as he sped off. "The brisket smells
divine." He gave a very satisfied sigh at the smells wafting from the
kitchen.
(Reply: None)
(Posted by Charles G (Riven)
Melinda G (Sienna, Sophie)
and Will Banowsky (Duke Williams)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 2000) Security Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:22:38 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex - Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2000)
It was time, Devers was up.His opponent was indeed Vodux of House
Konjah, and from what he heard, the odds makers were betting the Klingon
would win.He shook his head, no time for that now.
Dressed in his purple robe, his corner members in front of him, he
waited till the introduction.
As the first drumbeat started, his team started to walk slowly in front
of him.
https://youtu.be/btPJPFnesV4
The crowd was already excited from the earlier card fights.
Devers walked slowly into the arena to boos and jeers.That was to be
expected for the underdog.A position he relished.This would be a real
test of his training, his skill.He was ready.
He approached the octagon, inside the ring, dressed in a white gi, a
black belt around his waist was a Cardassian.
>From the opposite side of the Arena, Devers watched as a Klingon in a
blue gi walked down the aisle.The crowd started to cheer as he came into
sight.
Devers shrugged off his robe, revealing his preferred uniform.Shorts,
fingerless gloves.He tied a purple band on his head as the Klingon
reached the octagon.
The Cardassian in the ring stepped into the middle of the octagon, he
pointed a short white stick at Devers.?Now enters the sands of time,
Hercules Devers, of Earth.?
Devers climbed into to ring, moving to his designated corner.
The Cardassian pointed the stick at the Klingon, ?Now enters the sands
of time, Vodux of House Konjah, from Klingon.?
The crowd went wild as Vodux climbed into the ring.
?Warriors, approach.?
Devers and Vodux met in the middle of the ring, separated by the white
baton.Vodux had a good 6 inches and probably 50 pounds on Devers.As the
two sized each other up, the Cardassian continued.
?Fight with bravery.Fight with honor.?He raised the baton and pointed to
Devers, then Vodux.
?Begin,? he said stepping back with the baton raised over his head.
The two warriors began to circle each other, telegraphing different
moves to see what their opponent would do.
Vodux let out a roar, and charged toward Devers, who stepped to the side
and got Vodux with an elbow strike.
Turning around, Vodux used his superior reach to land a combination on
Devers body.Devers replied with a jumping push kick that sent Vodux
backwards.
The two begin circling again as the crowd started chanting ?Vodux?. Vodux.?
This time, Devers began the attack.A rapid combination of punches that
caught Vodux off-guard.Sensing an advantage, he moved to deliver a
flying knee strike to Vodux?s chin.
Vodux reacted quickly, deflecting the knee and landing a blow that spun
Devers around.As Vodux went to press his advantage, Devers ducked low
and delivers an elbow strike to Vodux?s knee.
The Klingon grunted as he stopped his attack, Devers rolled away, ending
up behind Vodux.Enraged, the Klingon turned around and launched himself
at Devers again, catching the human with a deviating headbutt, followed
by a punch to the chin.
Devers fell to the mat as the Cardassian came over, pointing the baton
at the prone man.?One? two?? the crowd began to chant. ?Three.. four..?
Devers took deep breaths and sprung back to his feet, blood on his face.
Smiling, Devers stretched out his right hand, and made a come-hither
motion to Vodux. He stood waiting for the Klingon?s attack.
Vodux moved cautiously toward Devers, and launched a hook at Devers.The
human waited till Vodux was committed before launching a counter, an axe
kick that landed a solid blow on Vodux?s shoulder.There was a ?crack? as
the crowd went silent.Devers followed this up with a roundhouse kick to
Vodux?s side.
The crowd was silent as Devers pressed his attack.
A bell rang, and the two fighters went back to their corners.
Collier said, ?Watch your middle.He seems to favor the body blows. He
might break a rib.Try to get a takedown and use your strikes.?
Lannis applied something to the bleeds, as Devers drank some water.
The bell rang and the two fighters sprang up again.
No nicety, no subtly, Vodux launched another attack at Devers, who
dodged the blows, but was backed up against the cage.
Vodux landed a combination on Devers body, with a final kick to the
man?s thigh.
Devers crumpled to the ground, as the bruises started forming on his
side.Vodux raised his leg, ready to stomp on Devers. As the Klingon
brought his leg down, Devers spun around and kicked the back of the
Klingon?s knee, dropping Vodux to the mat.
Devers sprung up and landed a series of thrusts with his elbow and
knees. When Vodux tried to punch Devers, the man caught the arm in a
lock, and elbowed the Klingon?s elbow.
With surprising strength, Vodux used his other arm to push Devers off
and into the cage again.
Vodux took the opportunity to land a series of kicks to Devers side as
the bell rang again.
Moving slower to his corner, Lannis ran a scan on the man.?Devers you?re
looking bad.I see three cracked ribs already.Those last kicks really did
you in.?
?Don?t let him get you up against the cage.Mobility is your strength,?
Collier added.
Devers nodded, lost in his own thought.The bell rang for the third
round, and the fighters squared up.
The fight continued, both fighters cautious testing each other out.
Flurry of activity, with punches, kicks and a few throws was really a
stalemate till the bell rang to end the third round.
?Those ribs are getting worse,? Lannis said, ?If he gets a good blow in,
that could break them.Puncture a lung.?
Devers grunted.?He?s going down.He doesn?t guard his left side well, and
he thinks pretty linear. I think I can take him.?
?You better, because you might not last to the last round if those ribs
break.?
The bell rang and the fighters, with renewed energy, moved to engage
each other quickly.More probing and quick jabs started the round until
Vodux let out a roar and bum-rushed Devers, wrapping him up around the
middle and driving him to the ground.
As the Klingon landed on top of Devers, there was a crack. Devers winced
in pain as he brought his knee up, while slapping both of the Klingon?s
ears.
Wincing in pain, Vodux rolled off Devers.Taking the opportunity, Devers
put the Klingon in a choke hold, while using his knee to push him away.
Vodux flayed around, trying to get Devers off him.Slowly, the Klingon?s
eyes rolled back into his head and he became limp.
Devers moved away, letting Vodux?s head fall to the mat.The Cardassian
walked over, pointing the baton at the prone Klingon.
The crowd counted out loud.?Nine ? Ten.?
Vodux?s corner ran over and helped drag the Klingon off.Devers stood up
as the Cardassian pointed the baton at Devers.?Hercules Devers has
conquered the Mutai and walked with honor in the sands of time.?
The crowd cheered as Devers walked, slowly, out of the ring.Lannis and
Collier ran over, covering him with his robe.As they walked out, Devers
with his hands held high, the crowd kept chanting his name.
Leaving the arena, the three made their way back to the changing room.
There Calliban was waiting.?A good fight, Devers.Here is your bar of
Latium. I could you use on the circuit.You gave a good showing.?
Devers took the Latium, ?A pleasure Mr. Calliban.But I have a job.?
He coughed and some blood came out.
Lannis looked concerned, ?We need to get you to a doctor, Devers.?
Devers coughed some more.
Collier grabbed his com badge.?Medical emergency, three to beam to
sickbay. Page Dr. Solice.?
The three dematerialized, leaving Calliban wondering what was next.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2010) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 17:54:19 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Mars Base -- Medical -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2010
Quinna sat quietly in sickbay. She was in her secret dark storage room.
There she was having a romantic interlude. The romance that never failed
her. Chocolate. This time it was chocolate snack cakes. She wished had
brought some milk in the closet with her.
?Doctor, Solice to Medical? Quinna was paged. She stood and walked out of
the storage room and into the main infirmary area. She saw the men
materialized.
?What happened here,? Quinna asked as she moved to help. She looked at
Hercules and frowned. ?What have you gotten yourself into. Someone better
Explain.?
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
?Really, How Barbaric.? Quinna replied as she was assessing the damage.?
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
?Why can?t you guys take your frustrations and be productive, like finding
a fine lady and make mad passionate love.? Quinna Suggested.
(Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
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ILLUMINARRPG: Fwd: ILLUMINARNRPG: (3, 2010) Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 13:08:59 -0600
resend Not everyone got it.
Mission: Decompression
>
> Day: 3
>
> Stardate: 2445:09:29
>
>
>
> (Mars Base -- Medical -- Illuminar CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2010
>
> Quinna sat quietly in sickbay. She was in her secret dark storage room.
> There she was having a romantic interlude. The romance that never failed
> her. Chocolate. This time it was chocolate snack cakes. She wished had
> brought some milk in the closet with her.
>
> ?Doctor, Solice to Medical? Quinna was paged. She stood and walked out
> of the storage room and into the main infirmary area. She saw the men
> materialized.
>
> ?What happened here,? Quinna asked as she moved to help. She looked at
> Hercules and frowned. ?What have you gotten yourself into. Someone better
> Explain.?
>
> (Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
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> ?Really, How Barbaric.? Quinna replied as she was assessing the damage.?
>
> (Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
>
> ?Why can?t you guys take your frustrations and be productive, like finding
> a fine lady and make mad passionate love.? Quinna Suggested.
>
> (Reply Devers, Vodux, Collier)
>
> (Played by Kris)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 19:27:46 -0500
NRPC ? Devers has 3 broken ribs on the left side, one puncturing his
left lung.Two cracked ribs on the right side. He?s got assorted bruises
and a cut on his forehead.
I also moved the time to 2100, to give time for the fight.
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Mars Base ? Medical ? Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2100)
Devers, Lannis and Collier materialized in sickbay.
Devers handed the Latinum to Lannis and winced in pain. ?Give? Give this
to ? support children who lost parents in action,? he said, coughing
more blood.
Lannis took the bar, ?You got it Herc.?
Dr. Solace appeared in the main infirmary.?What happened here??
?Can?t breathe.Broken rib,? he said. The man was also covered with
bruises and there was a cut on the mans forehead, crudely treated.
?What have you gotten yourself into?Someone better explain.?
?Should see? the other guy.? Herc said, coughing blood.
Lannis, holding a bar of Latinum, spoke up ?Deevers won an octagon match
against a Klingon.?
?Really, how barbaric,? the doctor replied.
Collier shrugged, ?Not barbaric, a time honored tradition.This was a bit
rougher than most, but Devers held his own, getting the knock out.?
?Why can?t you guys take your frustrations and be production, like
finding a fine lady and make mad passionate love,? the doctor said.
Devers was about to make a cutting retort but went limp and fell to the
ground.
(Reply Solice)
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ILLUMINARRPG: Resending --(3, 2100) Security PO3 Hercules Devers
From: dieter.gregory1701 at gmail.com (Dieter Gregory)
Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 21:21:23 -0500
NRPC ? Devers has 3 broken ribs on the left side, one puncturing his
left lung.Two cracked ribs on the right side. He?s got assorted bruises
and a cut on his forehead.
I also moved the time to 2100, to give time for the fight.
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Mars Base ? Medical ? Security PO3 Hercules Devers - 2100)
Devers, Lannis and Collier materialized in sickbay.
Devers handed the Latinum to Lannis and winced in pain. ?Give? Give this
to ? support children who lost parents in action,? he said, coughing
more blood.
Lannis took the bar, ?You got it Herc.?
Dr. Solace appeared in the main infirmary.?What happened here??
?Can?t breathe.Broken rib,? he said. The man was also covered with
bruises and there was a cut on the mans forehead, crudely treated.
?What have you gotten yourself into?Someone better explain.?
?Should see? the other guy.? Herc said, coughing blood.
Lannis, holding a bar of Latinum, spoke up ?Deevers won an octagon match
against a Klingon.?
?Really, how barbaric,? the doctor replied.
Collier shrugged, ?Not barbaric, a time honored tradition.This was a bit
rougher than most, but Devers held his own, getting the knock out.?
?Why can?t you guys take your frustrations and be production, like
finding a fine lady and make mad passionate love,? the doctor said.
Devers was about to make a cutting retort but went limp and fell to the
ground.
(Reply Solice)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 2115) CMO Lt. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2020 23:00:54 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445:09:29
(Mars Base ? Medical ? CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 2115)
Quinna fell to the ground and scanned. She was more sure of his state.
?Medics? Quinna called after. They needed to get Devers off the ground
and onto a table.
?Gently,? Quinna ordered. ?Take it easy.?
Getting a more detailed analysis, she signed, ?Get him prepped for
surgery.? Quinna said. She then realized that there was an audience
around her. ?He will be ok. Have the medics look at you.? Quinna left
and went to prep for surgery. She had her list. She could heal broken
ribs, heal bumps and bruises, but she could not heal punctured ribs.
The surgical apparatus surrounder Devers, Quinna approached fully sanitized
in surgical gear. Though she would not actually put her hands in Devers,
the inside of his body would be exposed. She let the surgical bots pull the
ribs out of his lung where they punctured. While some of the bots weaved
the lung tissue back together, others were working on fusing the ribs from
the inside.
After about 45 minutes, Devers was out of surgery and back on a biobed
resting comfortably. And Quinna, dutifully waiting for her patient to
awake.
(Reply Devers. Awake, Devers, Awake)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3-2445) - Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2020 21:32:08 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.1000
(Mars base ? Antique alley ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee ? 1000)
Keung Lee spent most of the afternoon meandered through the little shops near her hotel that's what people called it. He had found a number of antique shops down a small alley. One shop he discovered was an antique furniture shop whose owner was a very pushy Ferengi merchant who Keung was found irritating. The Ferengi insisted that all the furniture were genuine antiques from different worlds although Keung suspected that most of the furniture on display were replicated! Keung had to listen the ramblings of the Ferengi about one particular chest piece supposedly from the Earth?s 16th Century before he decided to give up and leave. It was then Keung noticed something in the corner of the shop..three four drawer metal filing cabinets. The Ferengi glanced in the direction that Keung was looking at. ?Ah, human. You have your eye on these storage cabinets?? He rambled on explaining that the cabinets were excellent uses for food storage, valuables. It was clear to Keung, that this pathetic alien had no idea what he was talking about. It, however, what Keung wanted. , however he didn't want to seem too eager, wanting a good, but low price.
He was someone who believed in fixed routines and he didn?t like unexpected, nasty surprises. As far as he was concerned having an ordered life was his priority...nothing else will do. This culture maybe a a paperless society but there is such a thing as equipment failure. When he taught at the Academy, he had a tendency to print hard copies of everything he did on his workstation whether it was reports, or presentations. It was going to be no different on the Illuminar that although all data were processed and stored electronically, he wasn?t going to take any chances. For almost two hours, Keung haggled and argued successfully with the Ferengi merchant over the cost of the filing cabinets and even arranged transfer to the Illuminar helped by the threat of calling in Starfleet for someone who would mislead a Starfleet officer.
Keung decided he needed a drink after this exhaustive encounter but two shops later he was attracted by a antique weapon shop. He went in and was relieved that the merchant was a blonde haired felinoid who should be easier to deal with than a Ferengi merchant who smiled and left him alone to browse. Keung searched among the weapons displayed on the walls which were mostly bladed and ballistic weapons, but were replicators.
He turned to the merchant who was standing by the glass counter.
?You?re looking for a good weapon?? smiled the felinoid.
?I?m looking for something genuine, none of this replicated stuff,? Keung said and took from his pocket, his ID which showed that he was a Starfleet officer. ?Something like a bladed weapon,?
Still smiling, she then disappeared behind a row of beads in the doorway, After a few moments she returned with two sheathed blades. Keung eyes widened as she placed the sheathes upon the glass counter. Keung controlled his excitement. The blade was a Collins/Parry knife. He used to use one when he was part of Special Ops in the 21st Century.
?It?s a Collins/Parry knife?May I? said Keung
The felinoid looked surprise ?Certainly.? She removed the blade from the shiny black sheath. It glistened with the lamp which hung from above.
The merchant placed the handle in his right hand. Keung quickly flipped the blade several times in a circular motion, and finished by throwing it into the back wall directly centre of an old dartboard.
"Very good, you are quick." She said, drawing a Gurkha Kukri from a wooden block sheath which is covered with black leather. This one had the added three bands of gold leaf.
Keung continued to hold his excitement, as he took the kukri. He knew his history of the weapon, which was known and feared world-wide as the fighting weapon of the Gurkhas. It was also highly effective tool favour for jungle survival use. Its weight and blade shape provided superb chopping, hacking and slashing performance. As far Keung concerned, this was a much weapon than the Klingon?s Bat'leth weapon.
Keung returned to his hotel and placed the wrapped-up blades under the bed mattress and ordered room service.
(reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4- 0730, 0740, 0815)- CO, Captain Sekal and SPC ScO- Ensign (sg) Skashe Winters
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 04:12:49 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 4
Stardate 2445:09:30
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 1- Ready Room - CO, Captain Sekal ? 0730)
It was still early yet and the quantum torpedo warheads had been safely
stored on board after being inspected and locked away in the torpedo
magazine the day before. The engineering complement for the refit was due
in shortly but something came across his monitor that he found intriguing.
"Computer open a channel to Utopia Planitia logistics."
[[ Channel open. ]]
"Utopia Planitia this is Captain Sekal of Illuminar. I have just received
notice of a science officer coming aboard the ship today. Can you confirm?"
=^= I'm confirming that for you now Captain, stand by.-^=. He folded his
arms for a moment. =^= Captain I can confirm a transfer to your ship. An
Ensign Skashe Winters is enroute to you.=^=
"Interesting. Please inform the officer he will be meeting with me
personally and I will be available in the Ready Room when he arrives." It
was unnecessary to note that he was currently the only command officer
aboard.
=^= Copy that Captain, I'm messaging him now. Is there anything else I can
do for you?=^=
"Negative that will be sufficient, thank you. Illuminar out."
This situation was highly unusual with the vessel being crewed down at
space dock however he had the available time. The holodeck would have to
wait.
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 8- Main embarkation tube - ScO ? Ensign (sg)
Skashe Winters- 0740)
The being entering the ship looked like a Vulcan at first glance but
subsequent looks would have caused confusion in the witness because while
he had the tapered, pointed ears of a member of that species and the
coloration that was where the comparison ended. He was humming a tune as he
walked easily down the gangway with a jaunty smile upon his face. He was
the brother of Celiste Winters and son of Admiral Vanyssa Winters and
Captain Ketal. He was wearing a teal uniform of the sciences division and
carryring two bags, one in hand and the other slung over the opposite
shoulder. He had requested a transfer from Mars base after hearing his
sister had been assigned to Illuminar and it had come through with undue
speed, no doubt due to his mother who was over personnel and logistics. He
chuckled as he stepped onto the ship and looked around at the gorgeous
interior color scheme. "Nice. Platinum and cobalt blue go well together."
His PADD beeped and he pulled it out of the shoulder bag and looked at the
message. "Bearding the lion in his den eh? Looks like I'm starting this day
off right. Ready or not Captain here I come."
He moved toward the turbolift as he whistled. His parentage could be
considered a strange mix since he was half Betazoid, one quarter Vulcan and
one quarter Human. That came from a mother who was full Betazoid and a
father who was half Vulcan and half human. His father from what he
understood had been tormented up until the time he had bonded with his
mother with his mixed parentage and the clash of cultures. Ambassador Spock
had been the first Vulcan/Human hybrid recorded but not the last. While
logic had won out over Spock however his father had not been so fortunate
having been subject to uncontrolled emotional lapses. That was until
Vanyssa had stabilized him and he had found a solid middle ground upon
which to take his stand. Vulcan fathers were whispered to be distant and
uncaring, not so with Ketal who could best be catagorized as doting,
especially over his daughters. Skashe however had been a strong willed boy
and they had their clashes but Ketal had waited until those were over and
rebuilt the bridge once again. To this day he and his father maintained a
close relationship. Skashe had no doubt that they had both been in on
expediting the transfer so that he could be here to watch over Celiste. He
had that idea as well but even more he wanted to use his speciality aboard
a ship rather than a base which quickly got boring. With the Federation on
the move again the fronteir was the place for him.
(USS Illuminar ? Deck 1- Ready Room - CO, Captain Sekal and SPC ScO-
Ensign (sg) Skashe Winters ? 0815)
There had been no time specified for check-in so Skashe had been in no
hurry and had explored the decks above 8 just a little before taking the
lift to the bridge. He stopped before the door as the computer intoned.
[Captain Sekal will be with you shortly.]
He didn't have to wait more than a few seconds though before the door slid
open.
"Come."
He walked into the Captain's office on the bridge and whistled as he looked
around to the right at the shelf with the plaque above it, a strange
looking phaser and a hefty blue crystal turning slowly over a small display
disc. The furniture in the room was modern but warm, not something you
would expect owing to the inhabitant. The Captain as he noted was Vulcan
and sitting tall in the chair.
He came to attention. "Ensign Skashe Winters reporting for duty sir."
"At ease Ensign and take a seat."
The Vulcan pointed to one of the chairs before the desk and he complied.
"Thank you sir."
"Your arrival was unexpected."
This was a typical Vulcan he was facing, calm, cool, unemotional though his
tone wasn't as flat as he expected. While he couldn't claim he heard warmth
in it it appeared to be softened quite a bit. Skashe had learned from his
mother that the CO's mother was a diplomat and a noted one at that. Had he
spent a lot of time around other species and learned how to converse in a
tone that wasn't as stiff? It certainly sounded like it!
"I'm sorry sir but the transfer came through a lot faster than expected. I
hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
He kept a grin off his face at the curious look the CO gave him. "No, it is
not a bad time. Merely unexpected in that the ship has been crewed down for
leave. Your last name is familiar."
"An Admiral's kid just like you are sir." He almost lost it at THAT
questioning look. "Admiral Winters is my mother and my sister Celiste just
transferred here recently."
The Captain nodded. "I see. A science officer."
"Yes sir. high energy particle physics primarily with a secondary in
stellar cartography."
"Much like myself."
Skashe shook his head. "Oh no sir! Not near to your level. I've read about
your breakthroughs and without buttering you up I can say your shoes are
way too big to fill." There were a LOT of questions he wanted to ask but
now wasn't the time and the Captain didn't have time to be his personal
tutor, he could slip some in later while he was studying up on the ships
systems. "But I will be a complement to your science team sir. And a
scandal to my sister no doubt." He had to grin at that point.
"Very good Ensign."
He knew it wasn't going to happen but he had to throw it in anyway.
"Everyone calls me Sky sir." He was about to get the shock of his life.
The Vulcan tilted his head. "Understood Sky however there are protocols to
be observed. I have assigned you to cabin eighteen on deck three. You may
drop your bags off there but you are on leave until 0800 the day after
tomorrow. You may do with your time as you wish. When you report in your
senior officer will be Lieutenant Jaton Alyl."
Sky stood to his feet agog. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Dismissed Ensign."
Skashe saluted again. "Yes sir, one last thing. This is a beautiful ship,
thank you for having me aboard." ~I mean roses everywhere, great color
scheme, the latest and greatest tech. This is going to be fun.~
Sekal nodded. "Thank you." Then stood to his feet as well, he apparently
had somewhere to be so Skashe scooted out.
(Reply: None)
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ILLUMINARRPG: LLUMINARRPG: FW: (4-1100)- Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2020 22:14:27 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.25
(Mars base ? Vastitas Borealis ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1100)
Vastitas Borealis otherwise known as the northern plains is the largest lowland region of Mars<https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mars>. The region was named by Eugene Antoniadi<https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._M._Antoniadi>,who wrote about the region in his book La Plan?te Mars which was published in 1930. The name was officially adopted by the International Astronomical Union<https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Astronomical_Union> in 1973.
As part of the terraforming process, the northern plains which covered covers 520 square miles allowed for miles of empty mountains, rolling green hills and valleys. It was designated as a training ground for the Starfleet Academy. Keung Lee was standing next to a shuttle craft which had landed on a flat Ridge, rocky underfoot, with many crags and boulders and he was looking at the heavy overcast sky. Keung?s attention was drawn in the direction of sounds of commands and abuse. A hundred yards of him stood to attention were twenty individuals dressed in fatigues and carrying what look like heavy backpacks. Pacing up and down the line shouting were a couple of Klingons.
?They?re cadets about to undertake a 40 mile trek wearing 55 pound backpacks.? Said a voice behind Keung. Keung turned to see a tall bearded Starfleet officer wearing the pips of an Admiral. ?They have 20 hours to get to their destination.?
Keung did not envy them as he remembered his training time on Earth..the Brecon Beacons in the country of Wales those centuries ago. Hard..difficult..painful..not to mention exhausting. ?They?re probably carrying no water or food either. Twenty cadets..I reckons only about ten of them would actually make it.?
?Of course, you would know about that experience. My name is Admiral Rawlinson. Starfleet Security. Sorry to interrupt your leave. ? Greeting the Admiral extending a hand. Keung took it and shock it. He had no idea who Admiral Rawlinson was. All he was aware was that a message was passed to Keung in the Red Sands Tavern which ordered him to Marsport without explanation. Upon arrival an unnamed Security officer escorted Keung to a shuttle and was flown to Vastitas Borealis.
?Admiral.? Responded Keung. ?May I asked sir, what I?m doing here??
?Let?s take a walk.? Said Rawlinson as he moved in the direction of the cadets. ?You?re here because I have a proposition for you.?
This was very covert! Keung watched the cadets being ordered off in groups of twos by the Klingon instructors. He could hear the roar of a shuttle flying overhead in the direction of the mountains.
?Marines with tracking dogs. Prime job to disrupt the cadets.? Explained Rawlinson. ?It?s an escape and evasion exercise as well. You?re here because of your previous background and experience as a special forces officer. I get to the point, I want you to consider creating a special forces team to operate from a Starship?
So that?s what it about! Thought Keung.
?We live in difficult times, Lt.? Explained Rawlinson. As our presence in the galaxy gets more and more notice, especially from threat and hostile races, we need to protect Federation interests. As starships travel far and wide across the galaxy in exploration, we are too stretched to send in support to our starships and to our colonies. Thus, we need local specialist teams to deal with the problems that we will encounter ?. Having a detachment of Marines and warships escorting starships is not a good idea and will bring out the wrong messages. Our message wherever we go should always be a message of peace and friendship. But we do have a right to defend ourselves from our enemies! There will be times when we need to deal with particular hostile situations out there that threaten the interests of the Federation.
Keung began to feel frustrated as he so often heard from top senior officers in Starfleet about the need to protect the interests?whatever they are?of the Federation. Why don?t the man get to the point?
"Every starship has enough firepower to reduce a planteary civilization to rubble in a matter of hours - but such use of force is not always within the purview of Federation doctrine. Sometimes we need subtler means to accomplish our goals, such as the exploration of derelict hulks impervious to scans, or the rescue of headstrong Away Teams lost in hostile terrain, or providing for the security of ambassadors and starship captains whose duties require?
Admiral Rawlinson paused as he glanced at the cadets running in the distance.
?In situations such as these, there is a need for a highly-trained special operations unit to achieve what a starship or an Away Team could not. I want to see the establishment of such a group to be based on a starship as a ideal preventive measures to protect Starfleet interests. I want the USS Illuminar to be the first to operate this team and I want you to take on the additional responsibility of running this team whenever the situation arises. The USS Illuminar has been through a great deal recently and on reflection, a special forces unit would have been invaluable.?
?I see!? Said Keung. ?Why me? The idea of a special ops group appealed to him. ?Setting something up like this requires logistical support.?
?Well, as I said..you have the experience and the knowledge.? Explained the Admiral. ?Starfleet security will provide you with all the resources you need. Weapons to re-equip the ship?s armour and equipment? said Rawlinson. ?Courtesy of Starfleet Weapons Technology Division.? Obviously, you will have to consult with your Captain. After all you are part of the team, eh?
Linda! I wonder if she had a hand in this, thought Keung
?However this special op team, you can give it own name, if you like, will be kept under wraps and will operate on a ?needs to know? arrangement. Only the Illuminar Senior officers and myself will be kept informed of the operational activities of the team.? continued Rawlinson. ?I see it as an experiment. If it works, then we introduce the concept onto other Starships. Don?t want to send out the wrong signals?do we?
Keung nodded knowing from personal experience what it means to be part of a covert special operations team and wondered if the Captain had a similar conversation with Rawlinson.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1200) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 20:35:29 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.25
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office? SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:00)
Celiste had come aboard at precisely 1000, not a minute early or late. The
Security and Operations team that had checked her in had directed her to
deck 3. This surprised her, it was considered senior officer territory.
The first thing Celiste had noticed were the roses. There were inlaid
panels by the turbolifts on each deck that showed the gorgeous roses from
each of the different worlds, some species that she had never encountered
before but they were gorgeous and she fell in love.
The second thing the young, mixed heritage girl had noticed was the
presence of the ship. It felt heavy to her, like someone was watching her
all the time. It made her feel nervy? Like something she should recognize
and it made her a bit jumpy.
Her crates were already in her quarters, so she dumped her duffel on the
bed, runmaged out a clean uniform and cleaned up quickly. She had twisted
her strawberry hair up and secured it firmly with both practical pins and
spray. Her hair had a mind of it's own and the last thing she wanted was to
have it tumble down unprofessionally during her talk with the second
officer or her boss. Lastly she added her dark blue lab coat with deep
pockets that held her old fashioned garden shears, scissors, a small sickle
type knife, twine and a padd and scientific tricorder. She pulled up her
orders and took herself off to the 2O's office with a bright smile.
Ringing the doorchime, she gazed down the Hall and was amazed again by the
roses everywhere. Those were Andorian snow roses?
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 12:01) 2O, Lt. Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 14:15:52 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.25
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lieutenant Carson Peters - 12:01)
Illuminar had been stationed at Deep Space 9 for a few days now which had
perplexed some of the crew. Their next stop was to be an extended layover
at Mars for a few new additions, so why spend so much time at DS9? Well for
one, there were still some negotiation & discussions happening with the
Bajor government and it was useful for Illuminar to be close by.
There had also been some new crew coming aboard which had been diverted to
DS9 as they were expected to have been in the region for longer. Instead of
making those people turn around and meet them at Mars it had been decided
that they would stay put and let them come to them.
At that moment the door chime went and the doors opened automatically as he
had set them to do so. He spotted a young woman in Science uniform with a
lab coat over it, looking down the corridor with a smile on her face.
Carson stood up and moved around the desk, "Come in Miss Winters." he said
as he moved.
(Reply Winters)
"A pleasure to meet you, Ensign. You found your way aboard all OK?" Carson
said as he pointed her towards one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
(Reply Winters)
Carson sat down opposite the Ensign and tapped away the notification on the
table. He was sure Winters if she'd deemed it necessary to look at the
pop-up would have noticed that it was the ship's sensors warning him that
the person who had just entered the office had sharp objects such as a
knife on her. He smiled kindly, "I have down that your Botanist, Ensign.
You'll no doubt have spotted all the roses and variety of wildlife we have
around the ship already then?"
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1203) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 20:37:03 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.25
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:03)
"A pleasure to meet you, Ensign. You found your way aboard all OK?" Carson
said as he pointed her towards one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
Celiste entered, smiling as she did. She had recognized the computer
warning him about her 'dangerous' objects.
"Yes, Sir, I did. The Security man... Boyles? And the young operations
ensign were both very helpful in me locating my quarters. Ops assured me
that the seedlings requested by Lt. Verin were brought aboard from the
Republic and were attended to. The rose vine starters that Ensign Jordaan
desired are in stasis." She was happy to chatter about her favorite topics.
"I have down that you're Botanist, Ensign. You'll no doubt have spotted all
the roses and variety of wildlife we have around the ship already then?"
"Oh, yes Sir." She gushed with all the Enthusiasm! Of youth who had never
had it destroyed by life. "Is it the Captain who enjoys the roses Sir? I
was told that Lt. Verin took care of them but that due to her duties as a
First Officer someone was needed and I was summoned from Mars. I mean, I am
thrilled to be here, beyond thrilled, who wouldn't be? The Illuminar is a
premier posting and much better than Mars. Uh, Sir?"
She blushed a bit in exuberance. She was just so excited. "And Sir, did
something bad happen here recently? There is a..." she tried to quantify an
empathic feeling in words, "A heavy presence to the ship? I am only half
betazoid, but my Dad is a vulcan and human mix. My Mum said I would figure
it out when I got here?" She sounded confused, as she remembered the way
Vanyssa had laughed a bit hysterically and Ketal had grounded her the way
he normally did.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1206) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 22:09:36 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1206)
?Oh, yes Sir." And immediately Carson realised he?d found a subject the Ensign would enjoy talking about. He smiled as he watched her get excited and the words spill out of her mouth "Is it the Captain who enjoys the roses Sir? I was told that Lt. Verin took care of them but that due to her duties as a First Officer someone was needed and I was summoned from Mars. I mean, I am thrilled to be here, beyond thrilled, who wouldn't be? The Illuminar is a premier posting and much better than Mars. Uh, Sir?"
He nodded, but she continued before he could cut in and explain.
"And Sir, did something bad happen here recently? There is a..." she paused for a moment, as if wondering something, "A heavy presence to the ship? I am only half betazoid, but my Dad is a vulcan and human mix. My Mum said I would figure it out when I got here?"
Carson furrowed his brow slightly, more concerned than he had been throughout the meeting. ?Who is your mother Ensign?? He asked a little more curtly than he?d intended. If someone had known enough about Luma to infer about her to a third party, he needed to know it wasn?t through unofficial sources.
(Reply Celiste)
He nodded, understanding at once. ?Ah. Well that explains it. The daughter of Admiral Winters, I probably should have made the connection sooner. It seems fate has a funny sense of humour.? He chuckled for a second. ?The ?heavy? presence you?re feeling is the ship itself. A member of our crew that your mother discovered and worked with for a long time as Captain is Luma?Lenai. Introduce yourself won?t you Luma??
(Reply Luma/Celiste)
?As for the roses, they?re also a favourite of Luma?s. She enjoys having the ship decorated with them. Vex my part- our Assistant Chief of Engineering is paired with Luma. I suspect you may have some questions for her once you fully understand the connections Luma had had with...? he stopped himself remembering a lot of the information was classified. He only knew half of it himself from Luma sharing bits and portions of her history during their chats. ?Well I?ll leave that for you to discover on your own.?
(Reply Luma/Celiste)
Carson smiled. He knew the Ensign would have a lot of questions for her parents and he was positive Luma had around about a thousand questions for Celiste. She was in for a fun few days. He?d remind himself to have a word with Vex to remind Luma to keep her distance if the Ensign needed it
?Now that everyone is introduced. I?d like to formally Welcome you aboard the Illuminar, Ensign. The crew is just coming off a tough, but vital mission so there will be a portion of downtime whilst the ship heads back to Mars for some upgrades and some personnel additions. Get yourself settled in, you?re our only Botanist onboard to my knowledge, so your specialism in future missions will be required.?
(Reply Celiste iyw)
?I?ll ask you to report to the Assistant head of the Science Department, Lieutenant Jaton Alyl. You?ll likely find him on Deck 8. He?ll have some more specific orders and information for you.?
(Reply Celiste)
He stood up as the Ensign turned to leave, ?and Ensign.? Carson said, ?My doors always open if you have any questions or concerns.?
(Reply Celiste, Luma)
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ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 1206) Lt. Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 22:16:25 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lt. Carson Peters - 1206)
?Oh, yes Sir." And immediately Carson realised he?d found a subject the Ensign would enjoy talking about. He smiled as he watched her get excited and the words spill out of her mouth "Is it the Captain who enjoys the roses Sir? I was told that Lt. Verin took care of them but that due to her duties as a First Officer someone was needed and I was summoned from Mars. I mean, I am thrilled to be here, beyond thrilled, who wouldn't be? The Illuminar is a premier posting and much better than Mars. Uh, Sir?"
He nodded, but she continued before he could cut in and explain.
"And Sir, did something bad happen here recently? There is a..." she paused for a moment, as if wondering something, "A heavy presence to the ship? I am only half betazoid, but my Dad is a vulcan and human mix. My Mum said I would figure it out when I got here?"
Carson furrowed his brow slightly, more concerned than he had been throughout the meeting. ?Who is your mother Ensign?? He asked a little more curtly than he?d intended. If someone had known enough about Luma to infer about her to a third party, he needed to know it wasn?t through unofficial sources.
(Reply Celiste)
He nodded, understanding at once. ?Ah. Well that explains it. The daughter of Admiral Winters, I probably should have made the connection sooner. It seems fate has a funny sense of humour.? He chuckled for a second. ?The ?heavy? presence you?re feeling is the ship itself. A member of our crew that your mother discovered and worked with for a long time as Captain is Luma?Lenai. Introduce yourself won?t you Luma??
(Reply Luma/Celiste)
?As for the roses, they?re also a favourite of Luma?s. She enjoys having the ship decorated with them. Vex my part- our Assistant Chief of Engineering is paired with Luma. I suspect you may have some questions for her once you fully understand the connections Luma had had with...? he stopped himself remembering a lot of the information was classified. He only knew half of it himself from Luma sharing bits and portions of her history during their chats. ?Well I?ll leave that for you to discover on your own.?
(Reply Luma/Celiste)
Carson smiled. He knew the Ensign would have a lot of questions for her parents and he was positive Luma had around about a thousand questions for Celiste. She was in for a fun few days. He?d remind himself to have a word with Vex to remind Luma to keep her distance if the Ensign needed it
?Now that everyone is introduced. I?d like to formally Welcome you aboard the Illuminar, Ensign. The crew is just coming off a tough, but vital mission so there will be a portion of downtime whilst the ship heads back to Mars for some upgrades and some personnel additions. Get yourself settled in, you?re our only Botanist onboard to my knowledge, so your specialism in future missions will be required.?
(Reply Celiste iyw)
?I?ll ask you to report to the Assistant head of the Science Department, Lieutenant Jaton Alyl. You?ll likely find him on Deck 8. He?ll have some more specific orders and information for you.?
(Reply Celiste)
He stood up as the Ensign turned to leave, ?and Ensign.? Carson said, ?My doors always open if you have any questions or concerns.?
(Reply Celiste, Luma)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1209) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 21:27:04 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters -
12:09)
?Who is your mother Ensign?? Celiste noticed that he seemed concerned or
perhaps worried - she was used to people knowing who her Mom was and
treating her like a hothouse flower because of it.
"Oh. My Mother is Admiral Vanyssa Winters, head of logistics and personnel.
My Father is her Chief aid, Captain Ketal. He has always been her support.
She was a Captain aboard the Mystique." The second officer spoke and
Celiste found her mind wandering a little bit.
"Introduce yourself won?t you Luma?? Carson called out. Celiste found her
mind focusing back on the second officer. Who was he talking about? There
was no one else there? And then a rich, vivid voice came out of the
speakers that sounded nothing like a computer.
=^= This one is Luma of the Lenai and you are the Vanyssa's daughter. And
the Ketal? You feel like that small one more than you feel like the
Vanyssa. You have come here to tend to the Luma's roses? =^= The voice
quieted for a moment, sounding perhaps pensive when she spoke again =^= It
is fitting that you have come to assist Luma. Symmetrical?=^=
?As for the roses, they?re also a favourite of Luma?s. She enjoys having
the ship decorated with them. Vex my part- our Assistant Chief of
Engineering is paired with Luma. I suspect you may have some questions for
her once you fully understand the connections Luma had had with...?Well
I?ll leave that for you to discover on your own.?
That was cryptic. But paired with what Luma had said, she was definitely in
what Luma had to say. Celiste was pretty confused though.
?Now that everyone is introduced. I?d like to formally Welcome you aboard
the Illuminar, Ensign. The crew is just coming off a tough, but vital
mission so there will be a portion of downtime whilst the ship heads back
to Mars for some upgrades and some personnel additions. Get yourself
settled in, you?re our only Botanist onboard to my knowledge, so your
specialism in future missions will be required.?
She nodded excitedly, "Yes, Sir. I was told that the Illuminar is a science
vessel? Do you know if there are plans in the future to bring other
biologists aboard?"
(Reply Carson)
?I?ll ask you to report to the Assistant head of the Science Department,
Lieutenant Jaton Alyl. You?ll likely find him on Deck 8. He?ll have some
more specific orders and information for you.?
That was the clue that she had been hoping for. Direction. That made her
feel pretty good.
He stood up as the Ensign turned to leave, ?and Ensign.? Carson said, ?My
doors always open if you have any questions or concerns.?
She smiled, showing off her Betazoid beauty mixed with the Vulcan exoticism.
"Yes Sir. You mentioned Vex is in charge of Engineering? I have to admit
that I don't really understand what Luma is, and that I feel a little out
of my depth. Vex won't mind me asking her questions?"
With Carson's reply, Celiste decided to skedaddle and get on about meeting
her new boss. And trying to figure out what was going on with Luma.
Something about the situation made her feel she was out of her depth.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1214) 2O, Lt. Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:15:34 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? 2O's Office - 2O, Lt Carson Peters - 12:14)
She nodded excitedly, "Yes, Sir. I was told that the Illuminar is a science vessel? Do you know if there are plans in the future to bring other biologists aboard?"
?I suppose that will depend on the type of missions the admiralty have in mind for the Illuminar? and what your work load looks like.? He said smiling.
They went back and forth a little more before Carson stood as the Ensign turned to leave...
"Yes Sir. You mentioned Vex is in charge of Engineering? I have to admit that I don't really understand what Luma is, and that I feel a little out of my depth. Vex won't mind me asking her questions?"
?She already knows you?ll be stopping by.? Carson said with great certainty. There was absolutely no way Luma was going to keep quiet about Celeste?s appearance on the ship. He nodded to her once again and then sat back down behind his desk and continued on with the work he was doing before greeting the new officer.
(Reply Celeste, None)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1240) SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste Winters
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 16:31:05 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? Deck 8 - CSO's Office - SPC Science Officer Ensign Celiste
Winters - 12:40)
Celiste wanted to go find her friend from DS9 and see if he was aboard like
he hoped. And she wanted to find a quiet place to talk to this Luma with
all the interesting things that the second officer had hinted. And she
really wanted to talk to this Vex. Wow.
Why had her Mom not told her anything about all this? Surely a word or two
quietly given telepathically would not have been amiss.
Celiste stopped dead in the hall as that strong, telepathic voice invaded
her mind, through her shields.
::Do not be angry at our Vanyssa. It had been so long since we were with
one who had been shaped to be a bondmate. Luma damaged our Vanyssa and the
Starfleet did not trust any to bond with us. It was an accident when we
burned her out funneling the power of the warp core through her. Luma is
pleased to have the child of our Vanyssa and the Ketal here with her. My
Vex will help you.:: the voice faded for a moment, ::Do not fear the
Jaton. He is a good ... worm man.::
Celiste had found herself leaning against a bulkhead, shaking her head.
"Yeah. You are not in Kansas no more, Dorothy."
With that reassuring sarcastic remark, Celiste rang the chime for the
entrance to the CSO's office.
"Ensign Celiste Winters, botanist/xeno." She smiled widely taking in the
handsome trill. "Luma says I am here to tend the roses?"
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 12:41) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 04:59:07 -0500
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? Deck 8 - CSO's Office - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl -
12:41)
Jaton looked up from the PADD in his hand as the chime rang. "Come in," he
said, a friendly tone to his voice.
In walked a fresh-faced Trill ensign, looking fresh from the Academy. Not
that there were many Trill in the Academy right now, negotiations having
just concluded for his homeworld's re-accession to the Federation.
"Ensign Celiste Winters, botanist/xeno." She smiled widely. "Luma says I am
here to tend the roses?"
Jaton returned the smile. "Welcome aboard, Winters. Glad to have you here."
He gestured for her to take a seat.
"I'll say first off your duties will involve more than just tending the
roses, but doing that will certainly be a big help. Luma certainly does
have a sense of humour, though. But don't mind her. She's harmless and she
means well. She's helped me through a good amount of my own issues, but I'm
sure that's not something you want to hear from your new superior."
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ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 12:41) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2020 01:04:22 -0500
NRPG: Removing superfluous spots. :P
RPG:
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? Deck 8 - CSO's Office - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl -
12:41)
Jaton looked up from the PADD in his hand as the chime rang. "Come in," he
said, a friendly tone to his voice.
In walked a fresh-faced ensign, looking fresh from the Academy.
"Ensign Celiste Winters, botanist/xeno." She smiled widely. "Luma says I am
here to tend the roses?"
Jaton returned the smile. "Welcome aboard, Winters. Glad to have you here."
He gestured for her to take a seat.
"I'll say first off your duties will involve more than just tending the
roses, but doing that will certainly be a big help. Luma certainly does
have a sense of humour, though. But don't mind her. She's harmless and she
means well. She's helped me through a good amount of my own issues, but I'm
sure that's not something you want to hear from your new superior."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1320) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2020 15:05:42 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin - 13:20)
Sitting in her office, Sy twirled an old fashioned pencil in her hand. She
had a number of things to do now that they had left the Bajor system and
DS9.
Two of the things she needed to accomplish were going to bring smiles, she
had never been in charge of promoting anyone before and of all the first
officer duties was the thing she thought she would like the most,
especially since both were her friends .
But duty first. She hit her comm badge, "Ensign Matrix, please report to
the First Officer in her office at 1730."
Sy waited for confirmation then closed the connection. She hit her badge
again, "Ensign Jordaan, can you swing by my office at 1800 please?"
Again the confirmation before hitting it one final time. "Ensign
Ravenstone, please come by my office at 1830."
Feeling pleased with herself for setting up the afternoon meetings, Sy
stood to move over to the replicator and get some lunch.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1320) ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix
From: scottmatrixstf at gmail.com (Scott Matrix)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 08:04:44 -0700
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 13:21)
Scott had been working on the access airlock for hours. Someone had
rammed a shuttle pod into one of the panels and damaged the power
conduits and broken several safety seals. He'd managed to get the power
conduit working again and was just finishing up the panel testing.
^=^Ensign Matrix, please report to the First Officer in her office at
1730.^=^
~Oh dear.~ He thought, "Acknowledged." replied Matrix.
~I wonder what this is all about?~
"Ah great...the safety check is good! Now lets see about repairing the
dents in the panel."
(Reply any)
(Posted by Steve)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1441) ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix
From: scottmatrixstf at gmail.com (Scott Matrix)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 15:37:17 -0700
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? Deck 10 - Main Shuttlebay - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 14:41)
The decking and paneling repairs had taken longer than Scott
anticipated, but he'd been out of practice fabricating hull plating and
tritanium support structures. He replicated the more complex components,
but the larger panels and plating required a more manual touch. He stood
back to inspect his welding and the overall alignment of the nearly 4 by
12 meter repair.
"Well the metal is a bit discolored due to the plasma torch, but that
can be fixed easily enough." he said aloud to no one. He would return
later to put a fresh coat of paint on that section, but he wanted the
shuttle pilot to feel some ribbing over the mishap.
"Computer, reinitialize airlock D10 A through D and run a level one
diagnostic." he ordered.
[Airlock diagnostic in progress] replied the computer.
Scott gathered his tools and the remaining scrap metal into the large
cart while waiting for the computer to complete the diagnostic. Several
minutes later the computer beeped to confirm the routine had completed.
"Computer, results of airlock diagnostic." started Matrix.
[Airlock section D10 A through D are withing normal parameters]
~Great.~ thought Matrix. ~I'd better get back to engineering.~
"Computer, secure airlock D10 and list this section back into
operational mode." he continued.
[Acknowledged]
Scott wheeled the slightly overloaded cart back to the other side of the
hanger bay and into one of the cargo elevators. On the control panel he
selected main engineering, entered the elevator and removed his
environmental helmet as the doors closed.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Steve)
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ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (4, 1445 & 1504) aSCO, Ens Keung Lee
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 21:51:53 +0000
NRPG: John did a good job with setting this up, it was going to be a JP, but since it was put out to the NRPG list, it seems to make sense to count as a post and then we?ll go from here-
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.30
(USS Illuminar, Assistant Chief of Security office ? Assistant Chief of Security, Ensign Keung Lee - 1445)
Keung?s mind was in a state of confusion about his recent encounter with Admiral Rawlinson. To help focus his mind, he began to unwrap the bublewrap from the antique filing cabinets which had been delivered to his office. When he returned to the bar he was excited about his new responsibility. To make a difference in building a special operations team with all the latest tech and t weapons technology available to him! However as the evening went on, he sat on his own in a booth listening to the music. His enthusasim began to wane as he began to have doubts. There was something wasn?t quite right. Slipping a drink, he took out a pen and grabbed a menu. He started jotting down questions on the back of the menu. Who was Admiral Rawlinson really? He wrote down. Why meet covertly in a training arena as opposed to being in a Starfleet building. Ideally in the presence of a senior officer from the Iluminar? Why would a high ranking officer bypass the chain of command to reach out to a recently promoted ensign. There were plenty of capable and experience officers who could taken on the task especially those fought in conflicts like the Dominion wars? Why choose the Illuminar to base this special ops team..the ship was a science vessel not a warship! He also wrote down...Section 31??? He circled Section 31.
Looking at the different classes of spaceships that docked in Space Dock was a fascinating distraction from getting on with what Keung really want to do. To find out more about who his Admiral Rawlinson was. He glanced to over to where his recently purchased filing cabinets had been placed against the bulkhead still wrapped in bubble wrap. He thought of contacting the ship?s engineers to fixed an anti-tampering and retina scan device to replace the locks and keys. He would file the printouts that was infront of him on his desk ? draft crew rotas. Starfleet security policies not to mention the pile of intelligence reports. He stopped what he was doing..was that the beginnings of paranoia creeping in. Keung was someone who believed in fixed routines. He enjoyed clarity in life and he didn?t like unexpected, nasty surprises. As far as he was concerned having an ordered life was his priority. This business of covert meetings...an admiral who may be some sort of spook. He had enough of those in his time..spooks or even Senior army officers who use to brief the special forces team about some operation. Sound logistically fine for the desk bound spook but knew nothing being in the field!
That?s it! He had to do something. He can?t put it off any longer which he should have done in the first place. He turned to his computer ?Computer. This is Ensign Keung Lee, Assistant Chief of Security. Authorisation code KL123890. Access personnel record of Admiral Rawlinson, Starfleet Security?,
?Access denied returned the computer voice
Keung stared blankly at the computer. Maybe he said wrongly his Authorisation code. ?Computer. This is Ensign Keung Lee, Assistant Chief of Security. Authorisation code K..L.1..2..3..8..9..0. Access record of Admiral Rawlinson, Starfleet Security.?
?Access denied.?
Perhaps he should have said ?please? ?Computer. Explain why I cannot access records of Admiral Rawlinson.?
?Accessibility only for ranks of Admirals and above only.?
Was there any other way of accessing information about Admiral Rawlinson? He could trying contact Starfleet Security and ask to be put through to Admiral Rawlinson but he sense a bit of paranoia. The last thing he want is for someone to find out why he wanted information about Rawlinson.
Well, thought Keung. I?m going to have cover myself. For about ten minutes, he typed out a report of his encounter with Admiral Rawlinson and then sent a priority copy to Carson Peters and Sienna Williams-Verin. After all they were his line officers and right now he needed their advice.
He pressed his commbadge ?Keung Lee to Mr Peters. Are you available. I like to put in a request see you to discuss a urgent matter..preferably today?
(reply Carson)
?On my way, Sir.? Said Keung picking up his spare copy of his report.
(USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee - 1504)
Keung pressed the entry buzzer
(reply Carson)
Keung entered the office to find Carson Peters at his desk and to his surprise, standing by the replicator ? Sienna Williams-Verin. He saluted.
(reply any)
?Sirs.? Began Keung. ?You see in my report, that I was approached by a Admiral Rawlinson who claim to be from Starfleet Security a couple of days ago who asked me to set and lead a special operations group on board the ship. I have my doubts about this as I feel it unusual for a high ranking officer to ask an ensign to be involved in something big without the presence of my line officer! So I decided to report this matter to you and seek your advice. Commander.?
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4 , 1448 & 1454) 2O, Commander Carson Peters
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 22:26:36 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.30
(USS Illuminar, Bridge - 2O, Commander Carson Peters - 1448)
?Who?s Admiral Rawlinson?? Carson asked out loud to the Bridge officers around him. He knew most of the Admiralty by name and appearance, but this one was stumping him.
Silence. Looking around the crew that were stationed there, he probably should have expected that. They certainly weren?t the most senior. Even though they were stationed at Mars, they?d decided that they wanted to give some of the newer, less experience staff Bridge time. This had dual benefits, one- giving them experience and two enabling the Illuminar to stand ready to assist with anything in the system.
?It say?s here, that he?s apart of Starfleet Security core under Vice-Admiral Janeway.? Said the brave Ensign stood at the console to his right. Carson nodded, showing his appreciation for the answer.
He then turned away and sighed a little, had to be someone that worked with his uncle. Sitting back in the command chair, he continued to skim through the report that Ensign Lee had just sent him. Why was this Admiral trying to put a Special Op?s team on the Illuminar and if he wanted to do so, why was he going through Ensign Lee and not either himself or the Captain. Spotting that the ships First Officer had also been CC?d on the message, Carson sent Sienna a quick message to meet him in his office if she was free. Best to get to the bottom of this before reporting it to the Captain and making a to-do about nothing.
=^=Keung Lee to Mr Peters. Are you available. I like to put in a request to see you to discuss a urgent matter..preferably today.=^=
The Ensign spluttered his request over the comm. Keung was obviously distressed by being approached by this mysterious Admiral. Distressed enough to forget to address a senior officer as one. Carson let it go and tapped the comm link, ?Ensign Lee- I?ll be in my office in the next 10 minutes. Come see me then.?
=^=On my way, Sir.=^=
?Ensign, you have the conn.? Carson said as he stood up and headed off the Bridge.
(USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office - 2O, Commander Carson Peters -1454)
Carson got to his office just before Sienna arrived having received his message. ?Ensign Lee is on his way. He sounded somewhat distressed about his meeting with this Admiral Rawlinson.?
(Reply Sienna)
?I have to be honest, I?d never heard of this man before about 30 minutes ago. Will see what Mr Lee has to say. My gut tells me something is wrong here.?
(Reply Sienna)
The entry buzzer rang and as was custom the door slid open automatically to emit the Assistant Chief of Security, Ensign Keung Lee. He didn?t look visibly stressed by the situation, but then Carson reflected that he?d have been more concerned about the man if he had. He?d been trained in two different time-periods to deal with unusual situations. The Ensign entered, saluted upon noticing the First Officer and then said,
?Sirs. You see in my report, that I was approached by a Admiral Rawlinson who claim to be from Starfleet Security a couple of days ago who asked me to set and lead a special operations group on board the ship. I have my doubts about this as I feel it unusual for a high ranking officer to ask an Ensign to be involved in something big without the presence of my line officer! So I decided to report this matter to you and seek your advice. Commander.?
Carson looked from Sienna to Keung and then said, ?Take a seat, Ensign.? He highlighted his comment by gesturing to a chair and sitting down himself. ?What you?ve done is the right thing, however it does concern me a little that you?ve sat on this for two days??
(Reply Keung/Sienna)
?We can concern ourselves with that at a later time. Tell us specifically what it was that the Admiral asked of you and did you agree to anything??
(Reply Keung/Sienna)
?Did the Admiral give you any indication on when he would be contacting either the First Officer, myself or the Captain about his plans??
(Reply Keung/Sienna)
?Hmm ok. Thank-you Ensign. Unless Commander Verin-Williams has any more questions for you, you can go. Obviously if the Admiral contacts you again, please direct him in our direction.?
(Reply Keung/Sienna)
Carson watched the Ensign leave. ?I?ll file a report with Starfleet Security asking for clarification on what they actually plan to do or if in fact this is a plan they actually have or just an Admiral trying to over-extend his position if you want to bring the Captain up to speed next time you see him??
(Reply Sienna)
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (4 , 1500) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 23:06:52 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.30
( (USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Lee 1500)
Keung saluted and said ?Sirs. You see in my report, that I was approached by a Admiral Rawlinson who claim to be from Starfleet Security a couple of days ago who asked me to set and lead a special operations group on board the ship. I have my doubts about this as I feel it unusual for a high ranking officer to ask an Ensign to be involved in something big without the presence of my line officer! So I decided to report this matter to you and seek your advice. Commander.?
Commander Carson Peters looked at Keung and gestured him to a seat. Keung took the nearest seat and sat down, still holding the spare report in his hand. The Commander said . ?What you?ve done is the right thing, however it does concern me a little that you?ve sat on this for two days??
(Reply Keung/Sienna)
?Well to be honest, I wasn?t sure what to do. I thought I could find out a few things myself by investigating myself without much success. In foresight, I should have followed the line of command immediately and reported this encounter
?We can concern ourselves with that at a later time. Tell us specifically what it was that the Admiral asked of you and did you agree to anything??
Keung glanced quickly down at his report. ?Well the Admiral said that he wanted to create a highly trained special operations unit to be based on a starship and he named specifically the Illuminar. The purpose of this unit to undertake tasks that an Away team could not do. He mentioned tasks such as the exploration of derelict hulks impervious to scans, or the rescue of headstrong Away Teams lost in hostile terrain, or providing for the security of ambassadors and starship captains. He said such a team would be an ideal preventive measure..,er..to prevent Starfleet interests.. He wanted me to set up and lead this team. I asked, why me and his reply was that I have the experience and the knowledge. I assume he?s referring to my past as a special forces operative. I didn?t exactly to agree to anything as I take it as an order from the Admiral!!
?Did the Admiral give you any indication on when he would be contacting either the First Officer, myself or the Captain about his plans??
?No sir. I was under the assumption that he had consulted with the Captain. I didn?t pursue it further as I hardly doubt that an Admiral would reveal his plans to an ensign.? Replied Keung.
?Hmm ok. Thank-you Ensign. Unless Commander Verin-Williams has any more questions for you, you can go. Obviously if the Admiral contacts you again, please direct him in our direction.?
?Yes sir. I will that.? Saluted Keung and left to return to his office. He felt like a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders. At least the matter is being dealt and he can get back to his paperwork. There is the matter of the Armoury to be sorted out which is next on his ?to do? list.
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ILLUMINARRPG: FW: (4 , 1500) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2020 23:21:03 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.30
( (USS Illuminar, 2O?s Office ? Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Lee 1500)
Keung saluted and said ?Sirs. You see in my report, that I was approached by a Admiral Rawlinson who claim to be from Starfleet Security a couple of days ago who asked me to set and lead a special operations group on board the ship. I have my doubts about this as I feel it unusual for a high ranking officer to ask an Ensign to be involved in something big without the presence of my line officer! So I decided to report this matter to you and seek your advice. Commander.?
Commander Carson Peters looked at Keung and gestured him to a seat. Keung took the nearest seat and sat down, still holding the spare report in his hand. The Commander said . ?What you?ve done is the right thing, however it does concern me a little that you?ve sat on this for two days??
?Well to be honest, I wasn?t sure what to do. I thought I could find out a few things myself by investigating myself without much success. In foresight, I should have followed the line of command immediately and reported this encounter
?We can concern ourselves with that at a later time. Tell us specifically what it was that the Admiral asked of you and did you agree to anything??
Keung glanced quickly down at his report. ?Well the Admiral said that he wanted to create a highly trained special operations unit to be based on a starship and he named specifically the Illuminar. The purpose of this unit to undertake tasks that an Away team could not do. He mentioned tasks such as the exploration of derelict hulks impervious to scans, or the rescue of headstrong Away Teams lost in hostile terrain, or providing for the security of ambassadors and starship captains. He said such a team would be an ideal preventive measure..,er..to prevent Starfleet interests.. He wanted me to set up and lead this team. I asked, why me and his reply was that I have the experience and the knowledge. I assume he?s referring to my past as a special forces operative. I didn?t exactly to agree to anything as I take it as an order from the Admiral!!
?Did the Admiral give you any indication on when he would be contacting either the First Officer, myself or the Captain about his plans??
?No sir. I was under the assumption that he had consulted with the Captain. I didn?t pursue it further as I hardly doubt that an Admiral would reveal his plans to an ensign.? Replied Keung.
?Hmm ok. Thank-you Ensign. Unless Commander Verin-Williams has any more questions for you, you can go. Obviously if the Admiral contacts you again, please direct him in our direction.?
?Yes sir. I will that.? Saluted Keung and left to return to his office. He felt like a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders. At least the matter is being dealt and he can get back to his paperwork. There is the matter of the Armoury to be sorted out which is next on his ?to do? list.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1729) SPC ACEO Ens Scott Matrix
From: scottmatrixstf at gmail.com (Scott Matrix)
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 08:07:07 -0700
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - ACEO Ensign Scott Matrix - 17:29)
Scott entered quietly as ordered and stood at attention.
"Ensign Matrix reporting as ordered." He started.
(Reply Verin)
(Posted by Steve)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1730) FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:46:23 -0600
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? FO's Office - FO Lt. Sienna Williams-Verin - 17:31)
Sy had been waiting, reviewing the ensign's file while she waited and spoke
with the ship's favorite gossip, Luma. Since Matrix was located in
engineering, he would often be around Vex and Luma had opinions about
everything.
The first thing that surprised Sienna was that he seemed quiet and
unassuming but was by all accounts quite competent.
"Ensign Matrix, please be at ease and have a seat. I noticed that no one
had officially welcomed you on board and instead you had been shoved into
the harness and sent off to work. So, welcome aboard. I see that you have
done superb work. Your supervisors note that unlike most ensigns you do not
complain about being assigned the hard or dirty work. It is refreshing to
meet someone fresh out of the Academy with that attitude. " She smiled.
"The other reason I had you called here was to tell you that I applied for
your provisional assignment to become permanent. With the absence of
Ensign Taya that leaves a gap in Engineering, which was already stressed
as a department. If you are interested, I would like you to meet up with
Lt. Peters and enter into the command training program. Ideally within 6
to 9 months the plan would be for you to head third shift in Engineering
under Lt. Jordaan as chief engineer. This would necessitate working closer
with Luma, of course."
Sy waited to see what the young Ensign would say in reply.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (4, 1734) EO Ensign Matrix
From: scottmatrixstf at gmail.com (scottmatrixstf at gmail.com)
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2020 11:01:31 -0700
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar ? FO's Office ? EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 17:34)
Matrix?s nervousness disappeared quickly as he listened intently to the first officer.
"Ensign Matrix, please be at ease and have a seat. I noticed that no one had officially welcomed you on board and instead you had been shoved into the harness and sent off to work. So, welcome aboard. I see that you have done superb work. Your supervisors note that unlike most ensigns you do not complain about being assigned the hard or dirty work. It is refreshing to meet someone fresh out of the Academy with that attitude. "
?Thank you?yes I was issued a PADD and told to get to work so I dove right in. I?ve been pulling long hours, but there is much to do. I?m still learning the systems and locations, not to mention the crew. The LCARS computer has been my friend since coming aboard.? He replied.
"The other reason I had you called here was to tell you that I applied for your provisional assignment to become permanent. With the absence of Ensign Taya that leaves a gap in Engineering, which was already stressed as a department. If you are interested, I would like you to meet up with Lt. Peters and enter into the command training program. Ideally within 6 to 9 months the plan would be for you to head third shift in Engineering under Lt. Jordaan as chief engineer. This would necessitate working closer with Luma, of course."
?Thank you, Lieutenant, for the recognition and the opportunity. Yes, I would be most interested?anywhere I can best serve.? He replied.
(Reply Williams-Verin)
?When should I report to the chief engineer on this matter?? responded Matrix.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 0930) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & Assistant Chief of Security, Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 20:33:38 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate: 2445.10.01
(Mars Base, Security Facility - Second Officer, Cmdr. Carson Peters - 09:30)
Carson walked into the Security building. Thinking about it, it hadn?t really been that long since he?d been here, but it felt like an eternity. The whole crazy ride towards the Illuminar had started when he?d been given- what at the time felt like- a punishment posting on Mars as a Security Officer.
Having spent over a year chasing down Admiralty at the top most echelons of Starfleet trying to make sure the Investigations into the untimely deaths of his colleagues at the Starfleet Headquarters didn?t just peter out into nothing. Shunted off into a posting which promised no action, no responsibilities and absolutely no prospects it had all changed once he arrived. Admiral Remae made that very clear in his first speech to the incredibly large contingent of fresh-faced Ensigns.
Being one of the most experienced officers in the Security department the Admiral had promoted Carson to run Security on the base. He knew he?d rubbed a few noses the wrong way in the first few weeks in the job. He had to have been doing something correctly though, otherwise the promotion after promotion wouldn?t have come his way.
?Chief,? he saw Lardon nod to him as he walked past. Smiling, Carson nodded back. Habits were hard to break and when you?d been calling someone ?Chief? for over a year, changing it to ?Commander? when they were only back for a few days was probably fairly hard.
?I?m looking for Ensign Lee.? he said in response.
?I think I saw him heading towards the Amoury, Chi? Commander.? he caught himself that time.
?Thanks Lards.? Carson replied as he tapped the Petty Officer on the shoulder. ?Everything alright around here?? he asked.
?Of course, Sir.? Lardon snapped off a salute, but his eyes gave a different response. Carson tapped the side of his phaser in response, which would indicate to the officer that he understood the meaning.
?Thank-you, Petty Officer Lardon.? he said as he resumed his search for Keung.
(Mars Base, Security Facility, Armoury - Second Officer, Cmdr. Carson Peters & Assistant Chief Security Officer, Ensign Keung Lee - Time 0945)
For most of the morning, Ensign Keung Lee had been given a tour of the Armoury by the Armoury officer CPO Alice Davies. The layout of the huge chamber consisted of a large working office, strong rooms, weapons workshops and a firing range. He was led to an entrance which CPO Alice described as ?this is our garage.? This was a large area containing a variety of assorted ground military vehicles and armoured shuttles.
Keung was impressed and Alice took him to her office where she logged onto her computer. A holographic display appeared which displayed equipment and weapons stored in the various secure strong rooms. Keung inwardly gasped at just the he first page of the display of what was available
General equipment
* Anti Grav Cart
* Armband Tricorder
* Bio damper Armbands
* Portable Personal Weapons Case
* Large Weapons Container
* Federation Head Mounted Camera
* Mark VI Tricorder
* Mark VII Tricorder
* Portable Emergency Transmitter
* Forcefield Generator
* Transport Inhibitor
Energy Weapons
* Phaser weapons
* Type-I Phaser
* Type-II Phaser
* Type-III Phaser Rifle
* Compression Phaser Rifle
* Isomagnetic Disintegrator
* Modified Polaron Emitter
If that is just the first page of what is available, what did the other pages show thought Keung. Weapons of mass destruction, Keung recalled a phrase that was used in his time.
?Every Starship will have a standard issue of weapons in addition to specialised weapons dependant on the class of ship. As you know, the Illuminar is a Science vessel that doesn't have all these weapons in the armoury. She?s not a warship? Explained Alice, waving her arms at the display. ?I notice from your requisition that you want to include a few non energy weapons. I might be able to accommodate that?have a look.?
Alice enabled the next page on the display to reveal
Kinetic weaponry
* Glock 17.
* L115A3 Long range 'sniper' rifle.
* L129A1 sharpshooter rifle.
* M16 5.56mm rifle / carbine
* Heckler & Koch G3 7.62mm battle rifle F
* Heckler & Koch K G36 assault rifle
* Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun
* Sig Sauer P226.
* Remington 870
* Arwen 37 Tear gas canister launcher
* Claymore personnel mine
* M203 40mm grenade launcher
* Stinger ? Shoulder fired Surface to Air missile
Keung whistled in surprise as she recognised the weapons. ?How??
?Oh, they all replicated but with a few enhancements from our technicians. Actually, there is one weapon I would like your opinion on given your history?coming from the past. Let?s go to the firing range?
Alice led a bemused Keung to the firing range. Keung wondered how she knew that he came from the 21st Century. That was classified information.
?Do you recognise this?? asked Alice as she pointed to a weapon on the rack.
On the weapons rack was the Barrett M82A1 'Light Fifty' sniper rifle. A rifle that Keung was familiar with. He went and picked it up. An old friend but there was something different about it.
?We made some adjustments ?explained Alice ?In standard explosive-propellant bullets, this improved version used a series of supercharged Gauss magnets to propel a projectile down the barrel toward a target. It does require an enormous amount of energy but it generated very little sound, even less heat and could achieve a muzzle velocity far in excess of the old-fashioned firearm rounds.. In early field trials, the muzzle velocity of the average rifle was 400 metres per second. We think it might be effective against?like the Borg.?
?Any chance of firing this weapon?? said Keung as he held the rifle feeling the weight.
Alice picked up a pair of ear protectors and safety glasses, giving a set to Keung. The box of bullets was on the desk.
As Keung began loading the rifle, he noticed Commander Carson Peters approached him. Keung stood up straight and saluted the Commander.
?At ease, Ensign.? Carson said as Keung stood to attention, ?Alice.? he said as he nodded to the woman by Keung's side. She smiled at him and said, ?Ensign Keung here was about to give us a demonstration.? as she handed him a pair of acoustic ear protectors and protective glasses. ?Really?? Carson asked over-enthusiastically, ?Well, Ensign Keung. Let?s see what you?re made of. Which weapon are you choosing??
?Well this weapon. The Barrett M82A1 ?Light Fifty? sniper rifle which I understand has been modified?? said Keung, pointing at the weapon.
Keung hefted the replicated copy. He could only marvel at its heft and compactness. He loaded the ammunition and raised the weapon, then flicked the safety off and took aim at the target board, a three-quarter man-sized silhouette 25m away. . The loud report of the weapon was followed quickly by a portion of the target board exploding in a shower of wood fragments. A second, then a third, fourth and fifth gunshot echoed around the firing range at elegant intervals. The hits were spaced in a neat, tidy circle in the centre of the target. He checked that the slide had locked open with the magazine and firing chamber empty, before placing the weapon down on the desktop, muzzle facing the target, and took off his protective eyewear and acoustic ear protectors. Only then Keung turned to look at Commander Carson with an invitation by placing the weapon to him
Carson took the weapon and began to handle it, ?It?s been some time, since I used a Kinetic form of weapon Keung.?
?You're welcome to have a go? invited Keung. He was curious about how Commander Carson would cope with a ballistic non energy weapon that was heavier than an phaser rifle
Nodding, he stepped forward and double checked the safeties and that the range was clear. ?FIRING. LIVE AMMUNITION.? before pulling the trigger. The recoil was more than he?d expected and it took a second to readjust himself for it.
?Well. What you think?? asked Keung
?I think it?s as effective as all Kinetic weapons are. Loud and noisy.?
?Notice the difference here between using a phaser and a weapon like this. Loud bangs and the fact that you can?t even see where the shot comes from adds to the confusion. You see phaser doesn?t have that same effect it has on a victim. Okay, they are stunned or the opposite extreme of being vapourised. What does the enemy do..they carry on but with a ballistic weapon?see a bloodied body with their bits missing. Might deter further action, It is quite a weapon. I think the sheer amount of noise it makes alone is worth the advantage of shock and surprise in any firefight.?
?And..? interrupted Alice ?the modifications to this rifle were also designed for energy-dampening or radiogenic environments, where conventional energy weapons are useless. It fires a caseless ceramic round using standard chemical propellant.? She then picked up a bullet from the counter. Holding up the round between her thumb and index finger ?you were to use that rifle on the Borg, They wouldn?t be able to assimilate to create a barrier, based on your energy released fired laser bolt. Striking them in the right places, with a primitive projectile would piece their body armor, and bounce around inside their body, creating a most devastating wound, probably fatal.?
Keung had never personally encountered a Borg but had seen reports on the capacity of the Borg. He noted that there were a number of ?primitive weapons? stored in the Main armoury that would work against the Borg.
?So you?re not of the mind that the sound gives your position away in a fire fight? Don?t get me wrong, this sort of weaponry has its place in our armament. I?m not keen on them becoming a day to day rotation though??
?Maybe we could requisition some non-energy weapons for the Illuminar. Although I notice that we have some bladed weapons onboard.? Keung looked at Commander Carson for an answer. ?Bearing in mind we are primarily a Science vessel. I will, of course, provide training for the Security team and crew members. Although they have to go through a certification course to be able to use such ballistic weapons.?
?I?m happy to sign the requisition Ensign. No worries there. But I?ll expect to see extremely high lockdown procedures and authorisation required for use. These weapon?s need to be guarded 24/7 and signed in and out with triple layer security. Best to have this type of weapon aboard and never use it, than to need it and not have it. I?m not sure whether Captain Sekal would agree, but I?ll take that flak if it comes.?
?Thank you, Commander. Procedures will be put into place. I will work with Alice and her team to see what non energy weapons will be appropriate on top of our allocation of energy weapons and equipment.? said Keung, who then glanced at Alice
?Certainly? smiled Alice. ?I will arrange with the quartermaster to discuss your requirements, Ensign. It will take a couple of days but I will send the completed requisition form to you Commander to sign. Could you give me a rough idea when you want the weapons delivered, Commander??
?Any time before we depart.? Carson said cheerfully, ?Keung.? he nodded away. ?Will you be at the Hammons/Alaya wedding tonight??
?I probably will.? said Keung
?Well I?ll see you there. Let me know if you need anything else.? Carson walked away.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1200 ) Assistant Chief of Security Ensign Keung Lee
From: Tsangjk at outlook.com (John Tsang)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 21:30:29 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:1200
Keung spent the last two hours n one of the strong weapons where he was compiling a list of suitable non energy weapons on his Padd when Alice walked in. ?Have you a moment? she asked. ?We got a new..er. new toy that you might want to look at. Interested??
Keung turned from looking at his Padd. Nothing like a bit of alternative activity, Alice led Keung to an another entrance which marked ?Testing area. Authorised personnel only?, She press the access buttons on the entry panel and they entered a large workshop. He noticed a sort of armoured EVA suit on a display stand..
"It's a prototype weapons system developed by Starfleet Weapons Technology labsI.? Said Alice.? ?What you see here"is a body-sized chassis of light armour and equipment over an exoskeleton, with form-fitting temperature-controlled bodysuits and full servo, electronics and augmentation suite as advanced as we can create
Keung walked around the suit which was on a stand. It didn't look even remotely at all like the clunky EVA suits Starfleet used for space walks. It was black and sinewy, made of some hybrid alloy-fabric material that was form-fitting and seemed to absorb the light around it. He noticed that the helmet The helmet was fronted with a smoothly curved low-reflective surface with no distinguishing features. It was all black - or some colour that looked dark.
". It is designed to be an all-terrain, all-weather suit This includes a complete life-support system which can run independently for eight hours before recharging, and the recycle unit replenishes itself naturally over 24 hours inside a breathable atmosphere. In addition, the suit provides full protection from gases, vacuum and hard radiation. The suit's fabric is made of a new alloy, which is flexible and automatically moulds to the body. They're still working on the nanotech adaptive camouflage skin. The material is also coated with a refractive coating that automatically blends with the ambient lighting, and is impervious to phaser-fire at low settings." Continued Alice.
"You mean stun," said Keung. Hehe pointed to the display, "How about the helmet?"
Alice zoomed in, "The helmet comes with built-in targeting system that is linked into the suit's 360-degree close-proximity sensors. Functions are voice-activated, with standard life support and atmospheric recycling systems. Behind the right ear, there is an extensible telescope which raises to three feet - good if you want to look above walls or around corners without poking your head out."
"How good is it for EVA?"
"Not much," Alice admitted. "Apart from the built-in respiratory life-support, it doesn't have much in the way of insulation. You could spend a minute, maybe two, in an open vacuum, before you start freezing. We have three volunteers trying it out in a holodeck suite.? She glanced at her watch. ?Should receive the results just about now. Shall we?? she pointed the way out.
Just as they left the workshop, the entrance to the Holosuite opened. Four medics were pushing two anti-grav stretchers out of the Holosuite. On the stretchers, Keung could see two figures in the ruined blackish suit and heavy bruises on their faces.
One of the weapons technicians appeared carrying a padd and approached Alice with a grim impression
?Status report, Joe?? asked Alice, alarmed at what she just seen as the medical team left the Armoury with the casualities.
?The safety protocols were off at the insistence of the users. Marine volunteers! There are a a number of problems that was associated with the AES battle suit. Once enclosed inside the only way a wearer would see out would be using the helmet?s internal vision. It malfunctioned so the they could not see anythingIf Although the wearers were protected by its armour, d, there was no support system protecting them from being knocked about over the place. All the volunteers were found with bruises!! The stealth element of the suit didn?t really work either.? Reported Joe as he looked a this Padd.
?Excuse me Ensign. I need to debrief Joe more? Said Alice, looking depressed.
Well so much for that..a failed piece of kit? thought Keung. It was an interesting idea although the reality is that in some although in some cultural, politico situations it would imply that Starfleet had designs on being a warhorse!! Certainly inappropriate for a Science ship. He checked the time. Well have a break and go for lunch
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1710) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 16:26:43 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base, Security Quarters - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1710)
"Come on.. my darling." Carson shouted through the apartment lyrically,
"Love of my life, why do you take SO long?" he added to the end and fell
about laughing.
He shouldn't find it funny but he did. Since Alaya had asked Vex to be a
part of the wedding, it had been a source of increasing amusement.
"We *could* just stay here. Say you got horrifically ill." Vex said as she
popped her head out of the door to the bedroom. "I could make it worth your
while."
"Not. A. Chance." He replied, enunciating every syllable. "I'd have to be
on my deathbed not to show up and you, well I don't think it'd be looked
upon favourably." he raised his eyebrow. "It's not going to be bad. Come
on. I don't even have to and I'm joining in."
He had decided to follow with the traditional Betazed customer of nudeness
during the ceremony. It was an honor thing. He couldn't let Vex do it when
she was wholly against the idea without backing her up and when he'd heard
the Captain and his Admiralty parents would be partaking it had just firmed
it up in his mind.
"For a Betazoid, you're not very in touch with your roots." Carson pointed
out.
"And?" The question was pointed and accusatory.
"No.. nothing. I said nothing." he turned around and began pacing around
the room. He'd taken up his old Mars quarters whilst they were staying on
the base. He heard a muffled scream from the bedroom and then a large sigh
before Vex stepped around the doorway. She was wearing a light blue, thin
shift dress which could easily be removed from the back.
"You look beautiful." Carson encouraged her,
"Yes. But I'm about to look ridiculous once we get there." Vex snapped back.
He walked over and took her into his embrace, held her there for a moment.
"I'll be right there with you."
"Not right there."
"Well a few steps away. Anyway, who will be looking at you when they can
look at me?" he winked before dropping the gown he was wearing from his
shoulders and span.
She whistled and then began laughing. "How are we getting there? I hope
you're not planning on walking the length of the base nude?"
"Of course not, Computer- site to site transport. Authorisation, Commander
Carson Peters."
[[Initiating]]
The beam grabbed onto Carson, Vex and the large crystal like rock which was
dangling from her necklace- a housed Luma ready to participate at the
wedding.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 1750) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 16:41:26 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base, Security Quarters - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1750)
Vex was still wearing the scant, light blue shift dress as she meandered
through the wedding crowd. It was difficult concentrating on those around
here, the nude and the not, Luma chattering away and looking for her
quarry. Alaya had mentioned the day before that fellow Counsellor Ariel was
planning on singing something after the wedding, she'd urgently asked Vex
as a favour to find out what she was likely to sing and nudge her in a
certain direction.
In the stress and worry about being completely naked in front of most of
her colleagues and friends Vex had one hundred percent forgotten about
the request until Alaya had asked her about it moments prior.
~I'll be right back.~ Was all she'd said and then dashed off. She was
finding it more difficult to find Counsellor Trei than she'd anticipated.
She could have let Luma aid her and reached out with her mind, but with so
many telepaths & empaths around she wasn't confident enough in doing so.
Even when Luma reminded her that Vex herself was likely the strongest
telepath in the room and then you add Luma to the mix.
"Oh." she said, as she stopped suddenly. Carson was standing talking to a
few guests and he'd already done away with the gown he'd been wearing.
::He's enjoying this too much:: Vex commented to Luma. He'd noticed her be
now and split away from the group to come towards her,
"Is it time?" he asked,
"Time..No.. I'll get ready moments before I have to and that's that. Have
you seen the Counsellor?"
"The Bride to be? I thought you were just with her... Oh no, we haven't got
a missing Bride have we?" he immediately stood up a little straighter and
began assessing the situation.
"No, calm down for goodness sake. Ariel not Alaya."
"Oh," he smiled, "Yes I believe she's...." scanning the room, "Over there"
starting to move in the direction, he put his arm around Vex and guided
here. "You know, there's a certain level of irony here that you're probably
the most uncomfortable person here and you're from the culture which
demands this tradition?"
"It's not lost on me." Vex said, "I may be a Betazoid, but I've barely ever
stepped foot on the planet. I grew up in private education on Earth." she
sighed. "But you know this."
"I know.. I just find it funny and the more I can keep my mind on the funny
side of it, the easier I find it."
They'd made their way over to Trei now. "Ariel?" Vex said as they got
closer. The Counsellor had chosen to come to the wedding clothed, exactly
as she'd have preferred to do. At least for now she had some semblance of
modesty via the dress. "I'm sorry, I was meant to come find you yesterday.
Alaya mentioned you'd offered to sing at the party after the wedding?"
(Reply Trei)
"She was hoping you could do something by an artist called ED SHEE-RAN, is
that OK?"
(Reply TreI)
"Well I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Thanks." and she turned back. "Right,
I better get back... and get.. well I need to remove this dress."
Carson winked at her as she hurried away. He checked the time and then
decided to find a place as close to the front as he could get without being
obnoxious.
(Reply Trei, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: REPOST: (5, 1750) 2O Cmdr Carson Peters & aCEO Lt. Vex'ahlia Jordaan
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 16:56:42 +0000
NRPG: Location changed
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base, Arboretum Garden - 2O, Commander Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt.
Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 1750)
Vex was still wearing the scant, light blue shift dress as she meandered
through the wedding crowd. It was difficult concentrating on those around
here, the nude and the not, Luma chattering away and looking for her
quarry. Alaya had mentioned the day before that fellow Counsellor Ariel was
planning on singing something after the wedding, she'd urgently asked Vex
as a favour to find out what she was likely to sing and nudge her in a
certain direction.
In the stress and worry about being completely naked in front of most of
her colleagues and friends Vex had one hundred percent forgotten about
the request until Alaya had asked her about it moments prior.
~I'll be right back.~ Was all she'd said and then dashed off. She was
finding it more difficult to find Counsellor Trei than she'd anticipated.
She could have let Luma aid her and reached out with her mind, but with so
many telepaths & empaths around she wasn't confident enough in doing so.
Even when Luma reminded her that Vex herself was likely the strongest
telepath in the room and then you add Luma to the mix.
"Oh." she said, as she stopped suddenly. Carson was standing talking to a
few guests and he'd already done away with the gown he'd been wearing.
::He's enjoying this too much:: Vex commented to Luma. He'd noticed her be
now and split away from the group to come towards her,
"Is it time?" he asked,
"Time..No.. I'll get ready moments before I have to and that's that. Have
you seen the Counsellor?"
"The Bride to be? I thought you were just with her... Oh no, we haven't got
a missing Bride have we?" he immediately stood up a little straighter and
began assessing the situation.
"No, calm down for goodness sake. Ariel not Alaya."
"Oh," he smiled, "Yes I believe she's...." scanning the room, "Over there"
starting to move in the direction, he put his arm around Vex and guided
here. "You know, there's a certain level of irony here that you're probably
the most uncomfortable person here and you're from the culture which
demands this tradition?"
"It's not lost on me." Vex said, "I may be a Betazoid, but I've barely ever
stepped foot on the planet. I grew up in private education on Earth." she
sighed. "But you know this."
"I know.. I just find it funny and the more I can keep my mind on the funny
side of it, the easier I find it."
They'd made their way over to Trei now. "Ariel?" Vex said as they got
closer. The Counsellor had chosen to come to the wedding clothed, exactly
as she'd have preferred to do. At least for now she had some semblance of
modesty via the dress. "I'm sorry, I was meant to come find you yesterday.
Alaya mentioned you'd offered to sing at the party after the wedding?"
(Reply Trei)
"She was hoping you could do something by an artist called ED SHEE-RAN, is
that OK?"
(Reply TreI)
"Well I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Thanks." and she turned back. "Right,
I better get back... and get.. well I need to remove this dress."
Carson winked at her as she hurried away. He checked the time and then
decided to find a place as close to the front as he could get without being
obnoxious.
(Reply Trei, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5-1755)- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the goddess- Dr. Riven Mias
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2020 14:11:57 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the
goddess- Dr. Riven Mias- 1755)
The grounds had been converted temporarily for a special occasion. Beds of
colorful, exotic and fragrant flowers bordered an area that has been set
aside. Those who were to make their grand entrance would be walking between
rows of the vibrant foliage knee deep at times. A large gong that was the
hue of polished brass and inlaid with crisp etchings depicting the goddess
of Betazed hung suspended within a frame of lacquered cherry wood. The gong
itself was fully as wide as a man's stretched out arm and its frame was
decorated with garlands of cherry blossoms. The apparatus was to one side
of the cleared area.
Doctor Riven Mias, Priest of the goddess held in his right hand the striker
for the gong. The handle of the striker was composed of the same metal but
the head had a silvery sheen and was an alloy which had been lovingly
created who knows how many generations ago. Its purpose was to bring out
the deepest, richest note that the metal plate could provide. Riven was
going to walk forward shortly to sound the note that would begin the
proceedings. He was currently holding it at his side as he looked about the
area.
Those gathered to watch the rite stood on the periphery of the central
garden itself where the ceremony was to take place and most of them had no
idea of what was going to happen here today. It went back for uncounted
years of Betazed history. Everything had its purpose including the
unclothed state of the participants and the actions that would follow.
Riven himself was as naked as the day he was born as was his wife, the
wedding party and many of the guests. It symbolized complete openness, the
absence of secrets and the purity of the bond that was about to be accepted.
The area however had been screened off for the privacy of the participants.
The air within the dome of the arboretum was chill but stopped short of
causing goose flesh. Steven Hammons the groom was partially hidden in the
background by a raised blanket, he had complained of a draft of air. Riven
knew better but he had hidden his smile and nodded gravely at the
complaint. While the telepathic moral laws protected him from having his
thoughts read it was child's play to pick up on his emotions, the man was
nervous and embarrassed. The blanket would be shed for the ceremony though,
there was nothing that could be hidden from the bond.
Riven looked toward the wedding guests and his eyes passed over them
quickly until they reached the small knot of Vulcans. The laughter that
bubbled up inside him was joyous not derisive but he held it down
nevertheless and walled it off with a smile. Not every Vulcan who was in
attendance was unclothed of course but the most telling of the group was
the Admiral, his wife and son who had expressed the logical conclusion to
participate fully in their part in the proceeding with the Betazoids in
attendance. The three were likewise naked and completely unfazed by it.
~Well at least logic and the suppression of emotion has some benefits.~ He
thought as he smiled brightly at them. ~They don't don't know and don't
care what embarrassment is and would ignore it anyway since it's considered
emotional and beneath them. Logic has gone so far around the circle that
it's met its opposite.~ Having an Ambassador join into the spirit of things
wasn't unusual but an Admiral and a Captain?
::What is the human saying my love? Hell has frozen over?:: He sent to
Michaella as he turned his eyes from the Vulcans. It was impolite to laugh
at guests so he was removing the temptation.
::Steven has worked himself up into a frenzy over this. It is mildly
amusing. I believe you refer to the Admiral's family respecting the
tradition. I do not understand the notion of human modesty.:: Michaella
spoke softly and distractingly to Steven. The sooner the wedding began, the
sooner that he could be back in clothing and hopefully more comfortable.
Riven caught his wife's meaning and nodded, it was time to start. He
removed the ever present smile from his face and walked the ten steps to
the gong, paused at the side and brought up the striker. He took a deep,
cleansing breath, closed his eyes for an instant with pleasure then his
right arm came around solidly.
The two objects met causing a reverberation that flowed richly through the
Arboretum and grounds, washing over the guests like a gently massaging
wave. He then used the strap around the handle to hang the striker upon the
frame as the sound began only very slowly to subside. He began moving to
take his place before the assembly. The charms braided into his hair chimed
merrily near his ear as he moved but there were no chimes upon his feet as
his sandals were absent.
He stopped and looked over the wedding guests with a sober expression on
his face. The look was completely unlike him but expected because of the
weighty nature of the occasion. The time had come, the nuptials were about
to begin.
He looked toward the groom's father who was likewise naked and had stepped
forward to his assigned position to the side with Steven Hammons beyond him
as the reverberation of the gong ceased and the groom stepped into view.
The bonding ceremony had begun.
(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Charles and Melinda G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
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ILLUMINARRPG: Repost (5-1755)- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the goddess- Dr. Riven Mias-
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2020 14:23:44 -0600
NRPG: I edited but not well enough. Fixed a couple of glaring errors that
NEVER show up until after I send in the post.
This one has to be perfect. Enjoy. :)
RPG:
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- Federation Ambassador at Large/Priest of the
goddess- Dr. Riven Mias- 1755)
The grounds had been converted temporarily for a special occasion. Beds of
colorful, exotic and fragrant flowers bordered an area that had been set
aside. Those who were to make their grand entrance would be walking between
rows of the vibrant foliage knee deep at times. A large gong that was the
hue of polished brass and inlaid with crisp etchings depicting the goddess
of Betazed hung suspended within a frame of lacquered cherry wood. The gong
itself was fully as wide as a man's stretched out arm and its frame was
decorated with garlands of cherry blossoms. The apparatus was to one side
of the cleared area.
Doctor Riven Mias, Priest of the goddess held in his right hand the striker
for the gong. The handle of the striker was composed of the same metal but
the head had a silvery sheen and was an alloy which had been lovingly
created who knows how many generations ago. Its purpose was to bring out
the deepest, richest note that the metal plate could provide. Riven was
going to walk forward shortly to sound the note that would begin the
proceedings. He was currently holding it at his side as he looked about the
area.
Those gathered to watch the rite stood on the periphery of the central
garden itself where the ceremony was to take place and most of them had no
idea of what was going to happen here today. It went back for uncounted
years of Betazed history. Everything had its purpose including the
unclothed state of the participants and the actions that would follow.
Riven himself was as naked as the day he was born as was his wife, the
wedding party and many of the guests. It symbolized complete openness, the
absence of secrets and the purity of the bond that was about to be accepted.
The area however had been screened off for the privacy of the participants.
The air within the dome of the arboretum was chill but stopped short of
causing goose flesh. Steven Hammons the groom was partially hidden in the
background by a raised blanket, he had complained of a draft of air. Riven
knew better but he had hidden his smile and nodded gravely at the
complaint. While the telepathic moral laws protected him from having his
thoughts read it was child's play to pick up on his emotions, the man was
nervous and embarrassed. The blanket would be shed for the ceremony though,
there was nothing that could be hidden from the bond.
Riven looked toward the wedding guests and his eyes passed over them
quickly until they reached the small knot of Vulcans. The laughter that
bubbled up inside him was joyous not derisive but he held it down
nevertheless and walled it off with a smile. Not every Vulcan who was in
attendance was unclothed of course but the most telling of the group was
the Admiral, his wife and son who had expressed the logical conclusion to
participate fully in their part in the proceeding with the Betazoids in
attendance. The three were likewise naked and completely unfazed by it.
~Well at least logic and the suppression of emotion has some benefits.~ He
thought as he smiled brightly at them. ~They don't know and don't care what
embarrassment is and would ignore it anyway since it's considered emotional
and beneath them. Logic has gone so far around the circle that it's met its
opposite.~ Having an Ambassador join into the spirit of things wasn't
unusual but an Admiral and a Captain?
::What is the human saying my love? Hell has frozen over?:: He sent to
Michaella as he turned his eyes from the Vulcans. It was impolite to laugh
at guests so he was removing the temptation.
::Steven has worked himself up into a frenzy over this. It is mildly
amusing. I believe you refer to the Admiral's family respecting the
tradition. I do not understand the notion of human modesty.:: Michaella
spoke softly and distractingly to Steven. The sooner the wedding began, the
sooner that he could be back in clothing and hopefully more comfortable.
Riven caught his wife's meaning and nodded, it was time to start. He
removed the ever present smile from his face and walked the ten steps to
the gong, paused at the side and brought up the striker. He took a deep,
cleansing breath, closed his eyes for an instant with pleasure then his
right arm came around solidly.
The two objects met causing a reverberation that flowed richly through the
Arboretum and grounds, washing over the guests like a gently massaging
wave. He then used the strap around the handle to hang the striker upon the
frame as the sound began only very slowly to subside. He began moving to
take his place before the assembly. The charms braided into his hair chimed
merrily near his ear as he moved but there were no chimes upon his feet as
his sandals were absent.
He stopped and looked over the wedding guests with a sober expression on
his face. The look was completely unlike him but expected because of the
weighty nature of the occasion. The time had come, the nuptials were about
to begin.
He looked toward the groom's father who was likewise naked and had stepped
forward to his assigned position to the side with Steven Hammons beyond him
as the reverberation of the gong ceased and the groom stepped into view.
The bonding ceremony had begun.
(Reply: Any)
(Posted by Charles and Melinda G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5 - 17.57 ACOUNS ACMO LT JG Ariel Trei )
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2020 16:17:30 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base - arboretum Garden - ACOUNS ACMO? LT JG? Ariel Trei - 17.57)
The scene was set for the wedding.? It was a lovely setting with beautiful flowers.? The wedding party was naked? as the Betazoid tradition suggests.? She was amused with seeing Hammons family naked as well.? They did not look comfortable.? She had to really suppress her empathic senses but still felt their embarrassment.? She was not naked as she preferred to be clothed unless she had to be naked formally .? Now if this ceremony was on Betazed, she would probably be naked.? She will honor the couple later at the reception singing a few songs for them at their request.? She waited for the ceremony to begin.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5 - 18.01 EO Ensign Scott Matrix)
From: scottmatrixstf at gmail.com (scottmatrixstf at gmail.com)
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2020 23:48:44 -0700
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base - Arboretum Garden ? EO Ensign Scott Matrix - 18.01)
Scott was uncomfortable to say the least. He was vaguely familiar with Betazoid tradition, but nudity in any public function wasn?t something he was prepared for. Still it was a sign of respect and he understood the meaning. Scott stood on the outskirts of the ceremony in his full-dress uniform and took it all in. This was something he would remember for years to come. He was curious who else would ?have? to be naked during these proceedings. High ranking officers, fellow crew?this could be interesting.
Looking around he was in awe of the scenery?the flowers, formal decorations, and presentation. This was clearly a special and cherished event. Guests continued to pour into the arboretum, and he took mental note of who was in attendance and waited for the ceremony to begin.
(Reply none)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5, 18:02) ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl
From: sbrownodowd at gmail.com (Spencer O'Dowd)
Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2020 05:03:24 -0500
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate: 2445.10.01
(Mars Base - Arboretum Garden - ACSO Lieutenant (jg) Jaton Alyl - 18:02)
Jaton walked into the arboretum, full dress uniform starched and pressed
and not a stitch out of place. Which is more than he could say for many of
the other guests at the wedding; half of them hadn't even a stitch, let
alone a stitch out of place. He knew what he was getting into and thought
he had prepared himself for it. But he still felt his face flushing as he
looked around. He felt a little more desperate as he looked around for Sy,
and hoped beyond hope the resident cat colony decided to behave.
(reply Sy, any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (5-1803)- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2020 21:07:20 -0600
Mission: Decompression
Day: 5
Stardate 2445:10:01
(Mars Base- Arboretum Garden- SecO- PO1 Steven Hammons- 1803)
He was terrified but resigned as he stepped out to begin his walk to the
area in front of the mind-healer. He was a mixture of emotions at the
moment but the one that was coming to the forefront was fury. Fury at being
forced to show himself in front of a crowd primarily. The one redeeming
factor of this emotion was that it gave him the impetus to take one step
after another toward his goal.
His father stood in his path but this didn't slow Steven down. As his
father reached out a hand to stop him Steven brushed it aside.
"Are you sure you aren't making a mistake Steven?" This was said in a
whisper and not in the script.
Hammon's reply was to put a hand on the man's chest then use his arm as a
barrier as though he was pushing his way through a blocker and into the
backfield after the quarterback.
He shook his head. "Just have to get through their stupid ceremony then I'm
home free." He replied with no more volume than his father had used.
Breaking clear he made his way with head held high until he stood before
the priest. He held his eyes purposefully high as he waited for the woman
who would be his bondmate to come forward. His eyes flashed fire at the
mind healer and Riven nodded soberly at him.
It would take time after the ceremony for the human to calm down and he
would give him the room he needed.
(Reply: Any, Alaya's turn)
(posted by Charles G)
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: (20-1848, 1902)- Kai Hetel Krevi and CO- Lieutenant Commander Sekal
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 17:46:59 -0600
Mission: The Root of Decay
Day 20
Stardate 2445.09.20
(USS Illuminar - Sickbay - Kai Hetel Krevi and CO- Lieutenant Commander
Sekal ? 1848)
Krevi had thought about moving to the chair but wasn't up to it yet and had
turned so that she could see out the viewing window. The second glass of
kava juice was almost empty and she was feeling a bit languid. That was
until she caught a flurry of activity outside the door through a corner of
the window. The Captain had returned and another officer who must be the
Commodore was with him. She sighed and sat up straighter. At least she was
dressed though not well.
She was surprised to see that he was a Bajoran as he swept into the room
though he wore no dja'pagh. He walked up close as the Vulcan Captain had
done earlier. ~All right then it's not just Vulcans, StarFleet officers in
general certainly do not appear to be shy~. She was not overly fond of ear
pulling herself so the fact he stayed just out of range was convenient.
Some practically demanded it of their religious leader and presented
themselves for the test which she did not feel up to at the moment.
"Kai Hetel Krevi, my name is Commodore Remae Ktell, I wanted to drop in and
see if you are well, and to see if I can do anything to help."
She drew herself up straighter to show her appreciation to a son of Bajor.
"Thank you Ktell and please call me Krevi. I do not stand on titles when
confined to a hospital bed." She gave a thin smile.
"Perhaps you could convince them to allow Vedek Gele to visit me later. I
understand their security concerns under the circumstances but he is my
assistant and advisor, my liason with the Vedek assembly and a friend
besides." He eyes cut over to Sekal who was standing just within the door.
(Reply: Commodore Remae)
"I must say I'm very thankful to have a Federation starship show up here to
rescue me. Is this a sign of things to come or merely a happy coincidence?
Bajor would be greatly benefitted by having regular visits and increased
cooperation with StarFleet both in terms of defense and for the economic
impact as well. A lot of Bajorans lost their livelihood in the last couple
of decades due to the Federation pull-back and trade with other planets has
become increasingly dangerous without your presence. If we can count on
your protection from marauders and pirates as well as providing you with
dock facilities and ports there will be a lot of happy people.
(Reply: Commodore Remae)
"Yes I've already been asked about that. Hard economic times due to the
constriction of trade has made many Bajorans bitter but I can assure you if
they see the benefits of increased relations with our Federation partners
it will turn their outlook around. It's much easier to be happy with your
families, wives and husbands prosperous than depressed, angry and anxious."
(Reply: Commodore Remae)
"The Vedeks". She gave a sigh. "Well that is unfortunately my problem to
resolve. If what Captain Sekal believes is true then I have murderous
dissent within my ranks and I'm going to have to be extremely aggressive in
order to deal with it. While politicking is not the way I prefer to lead I
am going to have to take strenuous steps to stamp it out upon my return. I
would much rather tend to the faith of my people exclusively but I can't
allow that to continue."
(Reply: Commodore Remae)
(USS Illuminar - Outside Sickbay - Lieutenant Commander Sekal ? 1902)
"Well, Commander, is there time for a quick tour of this ship of
yours?"
"Of course Commodore. Where would you like to begin?"
(Reply: Commodore Remae, any)
He moved off to begin the tour.
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ILLUMINARRPG: (20, 1903) SPC Luma'lenai
From: kelesiadesign at gmail.com (Melinda Gatling)
Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2020 18:37:56 -0600
Mission: The Root of Decay
Day 20
Stardate 2445.09.20
(USS Illuminar - Outside Sickbay - SPC Luma'lenai ? 1903)
A decidedly happy Luma chimed in right when Sekal asked where the Commodore
wanted to go on his tour. Luma loved her ship.
=^=The Sekal should show the Ktell ALL the roses aboard! Roses from all the
small ones' planets. Roses are happy. And Luma will even allow the Ktell to
choose a rose starter to take back with him to improve his ship. Will the
Ktell be back at Mars in time for the wedding? Luma desires to know!=^=
Nowhere near enough time passed for either to formulate a response before
Luma chimed in again, =^= The Ktell will help make the fixes? The swirls
will separate properly and everyone will be happy again? Luma dislikes when
the small ones attack each other!?!=^= The Lenai's voice sounded distressed
now.
Now the Lenai was quiet and had apparently said her piece and the two could
reply to her.
(Reply Sekal, Remae, any)
(Posted by the Giggley Mel)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (21, 0959) CMO Lt. J.G. Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2020 12:21:27 -0600
Mission: The Root of Decay
Day: 21
Stardate: 2445.09.31
(USS Hillary -- Flight Deck -- CMO Lt. J.G. Quinna Solice -- 0959)
Quinna had not seen the view of the ship out of the ?Front windshield.?
?It never gets Doctor. That is the view of freedom. That?s my copilot,
Gunsmoke Sheridan,? he said pointing to Bebe.
?Ahh, Nice name.
?Ensign Bebe Sheridan, Ma?am,? she replied with a wave over her shoulder,
?Sorry, got the controls, and if Raid there will take ?em back if I turn
around.?
?Oh? Quinna commented quizzically.
?We?re just making contingency plans Doctor. If plan A fails, and plan A
always fails. We have 25 other contingents to kick ass. Biggest issue is
angular momentum. Hoping that Lieutenant Alyl comes up here once he?s
squared away.?
?Maybe today may be your lucky day we can stay on plan A.? Quinna knows
that now she said it, and it is now out there. Plan A was now destined to
fail. After a few moments, Quinna was adjusted in her seat. Quina turned
into her own little world. An explosion jumped her back to where she was.
Looking around the medical station, she found the medkit.
Quinna then surveyed the crew on the Bridge and found Ensign Sheridan
down. She slid out of her seat and was on the ground next to the ensign.
Pulling out the med tricorder, she began to scan.
?Gunsmoke, you ok? Gunsmoke can you hear me?? Vic called out, as a second
alarm started going off. [Neutrino particle field ahead] the computer
said as it added it to the display.
?Hold on everyone,? he called out as he started banking the Hillary to the
left to avoid the field. Following by a sudden descent to clear the
field. Knuckles white. Eyes focused. ?Just about ?? he called out as he
increased power to the thrusters, and jerked the shuttle to the right.
?There.? He called out, lowering power.
?Computer run diagnostics,? he called out. ?Doc, I can?t go to autopilot,
not after that last encounter. No idea what happened but Gunsmoke?s hurt
bad.?
?I am on it.? Quinna yelled as she tapped more on the tricorder. There
was severe damage that she could not take care of on the flight deck. She
needed a sickbay.
?Lieutenant, can you check our cargo? Make sure it?s not damaged.?
(Reply Alyl)
[Diagnostics complete. Damage to Transporter and Copilots station. Hull
integrity at 99 percent. Impulse engines are fully operational. Shields
down to 80%. Warp core integrity at 95%.]
?Well shit.?
?Without that transporter, we have to move Ensign Sheridan ourselves. She
needs to be stabilized.?
(Reply Any)
With the help of a nondescript NCO, Quinna managed to get the ensign to
sickbay.
(Reply Any)
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ILLUMINARRPG: Santiago Torres
From: stsalekeco at gmail.com (Charles Gatling)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 16:09:42 -0600
Hello all,
I have been playing the bartender of the Red Sands Tavern which happens to
be an SPC of Exeter CO Will Banowsky. Note that it was only the one time..
:) When he heard about this he was interested in being included in the
celebration party to represent his character.
Will is now on the Illuminar RPG while the party is going on and may be
present at the wedding as well. Note that Santiago has also been issued an
invitation. I've added this to the RPG as well so that Will can see this.
You probably also noted that Will was a part of the last Sienna, Riven JP
and if Will would like to do so we can continue their conversation after
Duke tucks her away. I ended that jp where I did because it was at a good
stopping point.
I'm forwarding Will some pertinent posts so he can get up to speed.
Please welcome Will to the Illuminar RPG.
Cheers!
Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240
"Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise,
Its five year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man,
has gone before."
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ILLUMINARRPG: =?utf-8?b?KDQsIDEzMjIgJiAxNzU5KSBBQ0VPIEVucyhzZykg?= =?utf-8?q?Vex=E2=80=99ahlia_Jordaan?=
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:37:31 +0000
Mission: Crossover
Day: 4
Stardate: 2445.09.24
(Illuminar, Main Engineering - ACEO, Ens(sg) Vex?ahlia Jordaan - 1322)
?No, not there...? she paused slightly, ?Give it here.? Suppressing a sigh she took the tool off the crewman and bent down to get under the panel herself. ?Try it now,? Vex said as she played around with some of the gels and wiring.
?Yeah, that?s it.? She heard from above her.
?Super. Bend down, see where I?ve put that? Yes.. there and there..? pointing to the work she?d just done. ?That?s going to need doing to all of these consoles. Isolate the power and then have them done before 2pm shall we say?? She said brightly.
?Sir.? The Engineering officer nodded his head and began work isolating the panels before starting to progress with the work.
=^=Ensign Jordaan, can you swing by my office at 1800 please??=^= came the First Officers voice over the communication system. Vex?s first thought went to Luma, had she said or done something that needed explaining but she could instinctively feel Luma?s slight resentment that, that was her first thought.
She said ::Sorry:: Vex told her softly and playfully whilst tapping her comm. badge, ?Will do, Sir. Do I need to bring anything with me??
(Reply Sienna)
Those around her might have thought it an odd question to ask. But she?d been burnt in the past by what sounded like a social invitation and then she?d get dressed and turn up, only to find it was an Engineering call-out.
?Thank-you, Sir. See you at 1800?
(USS Illuminar, FO?s Office - ACEO, Ens(sg) Vex?ahlia Jordaan - 1759)
Walking up to the First Officers officer had not been a struggle. The department had been operating as efficiently as it could. Ensign Matrix had done a good job with the team he?d taken to fix a a bunch of the Starboard panels and the Main Engineering ones had also been completed.
Standing outside the door, she pressed the chime and when allowed to enter she walked in and said, ?You wanted to see me Lieutenant?? With a smile on her face.
(Reply Sienna)
(Posted by Jono Bradley - Vex)
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ILLUMINARRPG: (3, 1245 & 1248) 2O, Cmdr Carson Peters & Lt Vex'ahlia Jordaan
From: jonostf at gmail.com (Jono Bradley)
Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 16:23:45 +0000
Mission: Decompression
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.09.29
(Earth, England, Cumbria, Carlisle - Peters Apartment - 2O, Cmdr Carson
Peters & aCEO, Lt(jg) Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 12:45)
A short 15 minute ride had gotten them to the centre of Carlisle. They were
now standing outside of a modern looking high-rise which his mother had
moved into a few years ago. It was a far cry from the apartment building he
and his brother Patrick had lived in with her after the collapse of their
family farm.
Before they could enter the building Carson had to give his clearance code
once again, not Starfleet this time, but a security code he'd been
forwarded once his mother had taken residence in the building. The doors
slid open to a large entrance space which was filled with plants and bushes
of all differering varieties.
"Luma would be in love, I think." Vex said as they walked in. "It smells
*amazing.*"
Carson took a deep breath, "So it does, I'd never noticed that before."
They walked down the paths and followed the signage which pointed them
towards the elevators. "This is pretty nice." Vex said.
"Yeah. WAY nicer than the original apartment we moved into after the
storm." he said with a slight shudder. "But I'm sure it's *nothing* compared
to what you grew up with." teasing her.
"I grew up in a private school mainly. Very little time at home with my
parents - however luxurious the houses were." she said and he immediately
regretted the comment.
(Earth, England, Cumbria, Carlisle - Peters Apartment, Floor 7 - 2O, Cmdr
Carson Peters & aCEO, Lt(jg) Vex'ahlia Jordaan - 12:48)
The doors to the elevator opened and out in front of them was the Peters
apartment. He'd only been here once or twice since his mother had moved,
but it wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
"Come in," he said.
"Shouldn't we wait for your mum to come let us in?" Vex asked.
"Nah. We'll be standing here for an hour if we do that." he smiled and led
her into the entranceway.
"In that case, where's the toilet?" Vex asked.
"Down that hallway, second door on the left." he pointed to his right.
"Back in a sec." she winked and disappeared.
"MUM?!" he shouted as he stood in the centre of the room. No response.
~Where is she?~ he thought to himself as he walked through the door in
front of him into the lounge. There was a modest looking sofa which he sat
on and began to look through the framed photos all along the edge of the
wall. He and his brother had pride of place throughout the photos and it
made him happy to see photos of Patrick and Michael that he hadn't seen
before. ~I should really check-in with him soon.~
"Oh.. ah!" Came a sound from behind him, "I'm sorry- I just wasn't
expecting you today bro..." his mother stopped in the middle of her
sentence as he turned around to greet her.
"OH. Carson." she said with a big smile across her face. He stood up and
she draped her arms around him in a big hug. Had she gotten smaller since
he last saw her? "Why didn't you shout when you came in?" she asked as they
seperated.
"I did mum. No one answered."
"Obviously not loud enough." she muttered as she moved to sit down with
him. "and where's Vex? I am SO looking forward to meeting her in person."
she smiled, placing her hands in her lap. It was only then that he noticed
she was wearing an apron.
"I hope you haven't gone to, too much trouble. I would have ordered food."
he said nodding to the apron.
"This? It's nothing. I won't be meeting your first serious partner in..
what is it now... 6, 7 years? and be eating take-away food or replicated
food. Not a chance Mister."
"If you insist," he said with a shrug whilst setting into the seat. "What
was that when you first came in, you weren't expecting who?"
Her head went down a little, "Nothing. For a moment I thought... anyway
where is Vex'ahlia?"
"I'm right here Mrs. Peters." Vex said from behind them. He wondered how
long she'd decided to wait, wanting to make the right entrance.
"OH." she jumped back up, "Let me take a good look at you." a big smile
reupped across her face.
Vex made a show of standing very still with a smile on her face, "Will I
do?" she said with a jovial tone.
"You're perfect dear." and before Carson could intercede, she pulled Vex
into a hug. He watched for a moment to see if Vex indicated for help.
Another second. It didn't come and his mother let her go.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person Mrs Peters." Vex said as she
moved closer to Carson and sat down.
"Oh come, now. Stop. I've told you to call me Laura. I won't be having any
of this Mrs Peters malarky. Anyway... hopefully you'll be calling me Mum in
the near future if he has any sense." she smiled mischievously and they
both sat there a little awkwardly.
"Stay here. I need to finish a few bits in the kitchen and then we'll be
set for food..." she headed out of the room and then popped her head back
around, "You don't have any special dietary needs do you Vex"?
Shaking her head, "No- whatever you're making I'm sure will be delicious
enough to eat."
He gave it a second to make sure his sixty one year old mother was out of
earshot before saying, "I'm not so sure."
"Stop it." Vex said with a smile and glare.
There was silence for a few moments whilst they sat there, just enjoying
each other's company in a private room. Away from Starfleet, Away from the
rigors of command and responsibility.
"I wonder who she thought I was?" Carson said finally. "When she first came
in, I mean... You weren't there but it seemed like she was.. panicked?"
Vex smiled carefully. "Panicked is right. Only for a moment though.. I'm
sorry, she was particularly loud at that point and as I hadn't met her yet,
it was difficult to block out."
"No, it's fine." Carson said as he shrugged, "Who would she be panicking
about being here?"
"Her brother." Vex said calmly, "Admiral Janeway. From what I can gather,
they meet-up every few months and the momentary panic was that he was here
when she was expecting you to be."
"Why though?" Carson said as he worked through the possibilities. He now
understood the confusion. By some freak genetic quirk, he looked an awful
lot like his uncle. More like him than either his mother or -rest his soul-
his own father. It had been somewhat of a funny coincidence when he was
young and a minor annoyance once he'd joined Starfleet but nothing else. He
was always more frustrated by the lack of communication he had with his
uncle. It seemed the man actively went out of his way to avoid having to
deal with Carson personally.
"My guess would be.. well, if she was planning to see you and then
Starfleet Admiralty, not only Admiralty but her brother turns up instead.
I'd have to say, not being a parent myself yet- that it's probably the
panic one feels when they think they're about to get the bad news they've
dreaded to receive."
"Hm. I'd have never gotten to that conclusion." he said, "You've got a
unique way of looking at things."
She laughed. "...and a beautiful laugh." he said as he leant in for a kiss.
(Reply none)
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