============================================================================== MISSION LOG: DECOMPRESSION STARDATE RANGE: 2443.09.11 - 2445.10.01 ============================================================================== TABLE OF CONTENTS -------------------- 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 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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?.[ 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) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. 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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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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.? 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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. 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She looked at her response to see if there was any shock or embarrassment at the Betazoid tradition. She thought there might be. (Reply Quinna)(Posted by Edward) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) :) (Posted by Your adoring CO) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 Sent from my iPhone -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (reply Riven, any) (posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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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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.? (Reply, none) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (no reply) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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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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. (Reply none) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply None) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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?" (Reply Alyl, any) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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?" (reply Sy, any) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply none) (Posted by Spencer and Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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?:: (reply none) (posted by Will and Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply any) (Posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (reply anyone) (Posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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!? (Reply Hammons/Alaya, anyone present) Hammon?s went on to order some food and a few other Starfleet officers present began ordering drinks. 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"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. (reply none) (posted by Mel and Will) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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! -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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!) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. 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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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. ) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) Sent from my iPhone -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Will) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 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) -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 wrote: two great songs On Saturday, November 14, 2020, 07:18:02 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg 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. 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URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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, has gone before." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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, has gone before." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Will) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 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) -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." (reply none) (posted by Will and Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Posted by John) -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) Charles Gatling Commanding Officer USS Illuminar NCC 61240 "Space, the final frontier. 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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) (Posted by Charles G) Virus-free. www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) | | | | | | | | | | | Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me (Official HQ) | | | On Sunday, November 22, 2020, 11:07:55 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg wrote: 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) (Posted by Charles G) ? | | Virus-free. www.avg.com | -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 wrote: that is a good one.? This one might be better??Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me (Official HQ) | | | | | | | | | | | Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me (Official HQ) | | | On Sunday, November 22, 2020, 11:07:55 PM EST, Charles Gatling via illuminar-rpg wrote: 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) (Posted by Charles G) ? | | Virus-free. www.avg.com | -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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. (no reply) (posted by John) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (played by Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. 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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) (Played by Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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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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?? 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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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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.? (Reply None) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 | | | | | | | | | | | Maori War Dance - the Haka | | | On Wednesday, November 18, 2020, 10:15:42 PM EST, Dieter Gregory via illuminar-rpg wrote: Mission: Decompression Day: 3 Stardate 2445:09:28 ? (Mars ? Civilian Sports Complex ? SecPO3 Hercules Devers ? 1500) ? 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.? ? Hehad gotten Collier and Lannis to be in his corner. ? 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.? ? ?Doyou need anything Mr. Devers?? ? ?Yea,can you let the box save seats for a few people, and my corner team should behere in a couple hours.? ? Thelacky took the list from Hercules and scurried off. ? Deverschanged into some gym clothes and started meditating for the fight. ? First,he drew a circle on the ground with a piece of chalk.? ? Fromthe room speaker, his music started.? https://youtu.be/C7HL5wYqAbU ? Asthe drums began, he slowly tied on his headband, decorated with a fleur de lisbetween two tigers, and stepped inside the circle. ? 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. ? (Replynone) (Postedby Tim) -- illuminar-rpg mailing list illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (reply none) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply Solice) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Played by Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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) > > (Played by Kris) > > -- > illuminar-rpg mailing list > illuminar-rpg at startrekfreedom.com > > http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-rpg_startrekfreedom.com > -- illuminar-nrpg mailing list illuminar-nrpg at startrekfreedom.com http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/illuminar-nrpg_startrekfreedom.com -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Tim) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. 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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) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Charles G) " -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. The region was named by Eugene 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 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. (reply none) (posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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? (Reply Carson, any) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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?" (Reply Winters) (Posted by Jono Bradley) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply Peters) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) NRPG: TAG Jaton. :D Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (reply Carson, any) (posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from my iPad Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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?" (Reply alyl) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." (reply Winters, any) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." (reply Winters, any) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply matrix, vex, alaya) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) ============================================================================== 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) ============================================================================== 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.? (reply any) (Posted by John) Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) Sent from my iPad ============================================================================== 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. (reply if any) (posted by John) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (reply none) (posted by John) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) ============================================================================== 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. (Reply Matrix) (Posted by Mel) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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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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. (reply none) (Posted by John) Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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 (reply none) (posted by John) . Sent from Mail for Windows 10 -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Reply none) (Posted by Jono Bradley -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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, has gone before." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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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) (Posted by Steve) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (posted by Spencer) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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. (Posted by Charles G) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Played by Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) Sent from my iPad -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== 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) (Posted by Jono Bradley) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: