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while playing your games, simms, etc... you sometimes run into things that just make you groan, or laugh. Here is where you can share that groan or laugh with others.
USS King George V (the game (http://www.usskinggeorgev.com//thepub/viewtopic.php?f=28&p=323#p323))
Setup: George the computer has been taken by a *shrug* no idea, but the ship is fully equipped with holoprojectors, all over. And now instead of an Intrepid class ship we have... lets see... a 1800 sailing ship, Red Riding Hood's forest, Alice in Wonderland, the blob... to name a few.
I think George is going to call the SPCA on us. This all happens within about 30-45 minutes
"Lieutenant, please watch..." Hall started, but didn't finish the sentence. When he turned around he found Colon nearly gibbering in terror as a 6' tall wolf closed on them from behind. Captain Hall's growl was almost as feral as the wolf's. The fairytale creature appeared to be enjoying the navigator's terror. Hall gritted his teeth. He'd had just about enough of this. He took a step forward and swung his leg. There was a meaty thump and then the wolf lay on the path whimpering.
"Captain!" Colon said in genuine shock. "You kicked him in the fork!"
"Who?" Hall replied already turning and striding towards the cottage.
"The big bad wolf!"
"What wolf?"
"Er, right, sir. No wolf here" Colon said. Then there was another blood curdling scream and they both broke into a run. Hall didn't even slow down. He leaped the last two yards and hit the cottage door with both feet.
The headed out into the forest path. It was not long before they reached an overlarge wolf that was just starting to get up, Fernandez kicked out savagely as he went by and Misk looked at the now limp beast, "You kicked it in the head, and it wasn't even doing anything."
"Did you want it to get up and follow you?" Fernandez kept on walking, he saw a house, a cottage with the front door hanging drunkenly off one hinge, someone or something had done a number on that door. "Phaser up and eyes open Misk," he warned.
She came across a much abused over-sized wolf as it started to stir, she kicked it hard as she could knocking the air out of it and causing it to curl into a fetal position, then for good measure she brained him with her phaser shaped rock. The computer had herded her here as surly as if it had point to point transported her. So, this is where it wanted her, here she is. She saw a cottage further down the path, she bet it was made from gingerbread too.
Still the King George V
Suddenly there was a crash and George’s body tensed, expecting another blow, but it never came. On the far side of the room a man lay sprawled on the floor. Captain Hall groaned and reflected that everything seemed to go well when he crashed through the cottage door, but instead of the wicked witch he had expected, he ran face first into a solid-feeling rock wall. After sliding down a shoot, which he felt had been a manipulation of the artificial gravity field instead of an actual drop, he had been tumbled out onto the floor of this place.
Hall started to pick himself up. The change of scenery had been accompanied by another change of costume. He looked down at himself and realized there was a definite leather theme going. His new attire seemed to be comprised mainly of leather belts and straps and, oh yes, a loin cloth.
“Oh gods,” he said to himself, “I’m a barbarian hero.”
...
“Oh yes,” the insane thing said gleefully, “the great hero, Hall the Barbarian, comes to the rescue.” He paused to laugh again. It seemed to think it held all the aces. Hall had to admit that it did have a point. But he leaped anyway. This time it didn’t fling him aside, but boosted him over it’s head and into the far wall. Hall hit the floor like a slab of meat. Something had cracked when he hit the wall and his painful coughing was spraying blood on the stone floor.
“Oh, I’m afraid the mighty hero will not save the day this time” it said, tauntingly. Captain Hall pulled himself painfully to his feet, but before he could get his balance, he was lifted into the air again. The mad thing laughed and laughed, filled with malevolent joy as Hall spun helplessly in the air above him, then he hurled the captain hard onto the stone floor below the dangling feet of the much abused George.
Hall rolled over and looked up at George as he tried to think. He had thought he would keep the thing busy until he could spot a weakness, but at this rate he’d be so many pounds of hamburger before he could do anything."And I take it we can use the transporter now?" Doril asked Hope, spotting Auryx waving off the nurse and jumping to his feet with the repaired phaser in hand.
Hope shrugged, "I think only Fernandez and his Fairy Godmother can do it right now."Doril opened his tricorder and scanned outside of Sickbay. Although, there were no photonic readings on any decks there were power fluctuations through the ship. The engineers that had fixed the door knew the beep on his tricorder was not a good sign and gathered around him.
"Looks like a computer problem. The auxillary core should kick in...now." one of the engineers said .
"Nothing's happening." Doril replied concern in his voice.
"Beats me." the engineer shrugged then motioned to himself an his companion "We're defensive systems specialists. And I got a D in Ops."
Doril looked to Auryx for answer.
[Tag Auryx]
That left Hope whom he knew had a bypass code at least for the armory. Could she know how to deal with the problem?
"I'm reading an increase in temperature in Main Engineering. I think containment is failing and there's only one biosign in that section." Doril said then he glanced around Sickbay "Please tell me someone can fix this."
Hope stared at the deck, how could she just claim that kind of knowledge. "I can help. I know a little about restarting a computer core, and have the access to the chambers."
She headed toward the door then stopped, "we need tools. You have a set of standard Engineering tools?"
Doril knelt down and picked up the engineering kit by the door and handed it to Hope unsure of where exactly they'd be going.
"Wait! What if it's a trick?" one of the engineers said to his twin.
"That's just stupid. It could have blown us up anytime or cut off life support. Why trick us now?"
"Don't call me stupid Mr.-I-Got-a-D-in-Ops."
Long Hall
09-16-2009, 04:19 AM
I just love the "Mr. I-Got-a-D-in-Ops" LOL
Sometimes it don't pay to party like it's 2385
Harry dressed in her normal uniform and quickly tidied her quarters up, if anyone did come aboard she didn't want them to see the empty barrels and bottles all over the place. Once she had done what she could she exited her quarters and soon after the ship, she headed for her office where she hoped to hide for a few hours to sober up.
Harry walked into her office and got herself a strong black coffee with no sugar to help with sobering up, then sat at her desk and made out she was reading reports.
Prudence got an alert chime from the station computer, the Chief of Security was in her office.
It was time to talk to her about self-defense, the brief scuffle with the Klingon had shown her that she was deficient in that area. A good phaser might work for some things but not for everything.
Prudence walked into the Security Offices and looked around. The Chief of Security Office was right there handy. She walked into the Chief's office. "Good Morning! I would like to talk to you about something."
Cassandra stepped onto the main deck and whistled slowly. The term “half-finished” didn’t do the place justice; the entire area was in a state of disarray. Cassandra wasn’t an interior designer by trade, but she could see where the builder’s mind was going.
...
She looked at the paths, flowers and waterways that had been sculpted in and began to think of what she wanted to add in. She suddenly had a thought and tapped her combadge. “Doctor Kennings to Lieutenant Commander Chant, would you please report to the main habitat dome? I’d like to go over some things with you.”
'As fruity as a nut cake' I think is the term, I think the guy lost touch with reality.
<Some unstated time in the 29th Century>
<USS Polestar>
Ted looked at Ted, he was a mess, but then killing two hundred of your own crewmates would do that to you, he wrinkled his nose, "it's a bit ripe in here."
"I haven't had time to haul the bodies off yet." Ted told him. "I had to secure the ship, kill all comunications with Starfleet and anyone else, then find and pick you up."
Ted looked Ted over, "why me?"
Ted smiled, "because your the only one that gets me."
"I don't think I would have killed my crewmates, I would have found another way." Ted told Ted.
"Believe me, I tried, I thought and I tried, and," he waved to the Officers on the Bridge, "this is the only way." Ted explained.
"So you pick me up from the timeline right before you did this? And now we do the job we are destine to do?" Ted asked.
Ted smiled, "yes, we do the job we are destine for." The smile showed a madness to it, a demented grin of a man quite unstable, someone that has slipped over the side and is now in the deep waters of psychosis
He pulled up the timelines and mapping them he started finding the points of intersection. "These people should have died at these points, I have a whole list of them, it is my job... our job to make sure they do die." Ted looked at the copy of himself pulled from the timeline only an hour after he had returned from his last jaunt, only an hour before he had killed the First Officer, his first officer, his best friend for the last ten years... his hand trembled, it had to be done, this job must be done and Ted was the only one that could do it...
[Rainmaker Transporter Room 2]
Three people materialized on the pads, two women lying unconscious and a figure dressed in black robes, holding a scythe.
The robed figure bent over Redcloud, "good, she is dead." he turned and checked Kate, "but this one is not." He pulled a short heavy knife from his robes but before he could use it the two women disappeared, beamed to Sickbay.
"Transporter Room two to Security, we have an intruder!"
How many people get to have a conversation with Death? and at gun point! ROFL
This is on the Rainmaker, part of the SB Haven simm. Ted is dressed as the Grim Reaper, he is a person from the future, has lost his nut and thinks it's his job to kill the people that 'should have died'.
James pulled his phaser and pointed it towards Ted. "Hold it, right there, sir."
Death smirked at the phaser, let him try it Ted thought to himself.
...
Alex walked in front of the man, wanting more answers before things got out of hand, asking the only thing he could think of why this man would attack the awayteam.
"Has this something to do with the captain pulling that object into the shuttle? If it has I do appologize, we are just trying to investigate the purpose of the object."
Death shrugged, "Yes and no, yes, the object killed Kate Mevynn, or was suppose to, no I don't care about the object out there." He said in the deep hollow voice. "Now please, I have a very busy day, many souls to collect, yours are not on my list so stand aside."
5th Annual bet'leH tournament - Day 1: Match Madness › Day 1: HIq 'ey, late night - USS Rainmaker
Kain paced the brig, his eyes darting around the room. He hated the brig. He was claustrophobic, it brought back terrible memories. He needed out, he was going to get out soon, he needed a drink too.
Dorella angrily stormed out of the holo-deck, frustrated. As she walked down the hallway a crewman stopped her. He smiled. "Did you hear the news? Sheridan was brought back and thrown in the Brig."
Dorella rolled her eyes, "That figures."
She made her way to the Brig, still in her red satin dress. She had been waiting for this moment to put Kain in therapy, but why now? She hadn't expected this to happen at the tournament.
"Oh Well," she thought to herself, "A plan is a plan and I got to stick to it." Captain had given her permission a long time earlier to put her aggessive plan in motion.
Dorella walked up to the force field on Kain's cell, "Well helloo Kain."
Kain stopped pacing, looking at Allerod with a somewhat crazed look. It didn't even cross his mind that since she was in a red dress, he might have interrupted something. "Get me out of here."
"OK... Computer execute plan Kain therapy 1" Then a transporter beam washed over both of them, when they materialized in the empty holo-deck. The doors were closed and locked. Before he moved she said, "Only the Captain and I can open the doors, and your access to the computer has been blocked for the time being."
Kain looked around, growling. "What is with this?"
"What do you think it is? It's therapy, shall we get started?"
"I don't need therapy, Counselor." The Marine replied harshly. "I've had enough therapy to cure an entirely asylum."
"I am well aware of that, I have read your records. But I have been assessing you since you have joined the ship. I see an issue right now that needs to be addressed."
He grunted, "I'm fine."
She retorted, "I know you think your fine but...I have been watching you, I see you still wear your wedding ring, I feel you don't have closure with the loss of your wife. You can't start to heal until you have it. This is just one tiny step, but it's a good place to start.
Kain looked away, clenching his left hand. "I don't want to talk about her."
"I know you think you don't want to, but you need to. Computer start program." It was Molli's office, and she was standing beside her desk.
"Now go over Kain, here is your chance to make your peace, settle your issues and say good-bye."
Kain shook his head, amost violently, backing away from the holographic Molli. "No. No! It's not her, it's not the same!"
"No it's not her, I downloaded her last personal records and psych files and had the computer make this Molli respond like yours. You need to try."
Kain grabbed Dorella by the collar, pulling her over. "It's not her!" He wasn't going to sort his issues out with a holographic imitation of his wife. There was far too much to deal with, and still, his Molli would never hear it.
"Calm down, I'm trying to help you. Sometimes just getting it out can help with closure, that's why some people go and talk to a grave. I just want to give you an interactive way of doing it. Because I feel it can speed your closure."
He shook his head. "No, it's not the same. I...no. I don't want closure."
"Why wouldn't you want closure, it will stop your agony, and the guilt you feel." Dorella looks down at the thin straps of her low-cut dress bunched up in Kain's hands. "Uh, do you think you could let go now?"
He let go of her dress, once again backing up another step. "Molli's not getting any closure either."
"She doesn't know anything, she's gone!" Dorella said in a forceful voice. "It's YOU that needs the closure!"
"I can't get closure without her! It was between the two of us!" Kain yelled back, once more clenching his fists. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand. The fights between him and Molli had been on a downward spiral to ruin their marriage, then it was all over before either of them could heal the rift.
"That is why I made it interactive. Now go and try, you might be surprised how helpful it can be. Besides, we are not leaving till you do it. I don't care if we miss the rest of the tournament."
Kain folded his arms over his chest. "She doesn't want to talk if you programmed her right."
"Oh what a cop out, now get on with it! Grow up!"
Growling lowly, Kain dropped his arms then threw a left hook into Dorella's jaw. "Don't tell me to grow up! Don't act like you know my wife. The reason why Molli and I fought all the time was because she never wanted to talk!"
Dorella felt the burning of his punch as she spun around and fell to the floor. She felt the cold floor beneath her, then the trickling of warm blood. She reached up and touched her face, then moving her hand to her teeth to see if they were still there. Half in shock she looked in her hand it was full of blood along with two teeth
Kain stood there, breathing heavily as he thought about what he just did. He'd be sleeping in the barracks for a month if Molli were still alive to hear about that. "I...I'm sorry." He said quietly, not entirely sure he really was.
Dorella looked up as he spoke, "Yeah, I bet your sorry." She began to pull herself up from the floor, one strap of her dress torn. She stood up. Then Dorella wiped her face again, and the damage was gone. Then she smiled and said, "Did you really think I was stupid enough to be locked in here with you?"
"I am in the other holo-deck. Now shall we get on with it?"
"Now have I proven my point of how real it can be?"
Kain grunted, "You're alive, you're just in another room." Still he headed over to the holo-Molli. His mouth was dry and he had no idea what to say, where the counselor wanted him to start. If it had been the real Molli, he'd have hugged her and promised not to fight with the in-laws anymore, no matter how much they goaded and mocked him. This wasn't her though, this was a holo-Molli, for him to find closure in. It was ridiculous.
He just stood there, looking at the hologram. He couldn't bring words forward, just staring at her. She didn't quite have the semi-smirk that Molli almost had.
"Good, that's a start, now do what your emotions tell you to do, as if she was real."
Kain stood in silence, just staring. Finally, he started to say something, but all that came out was "Uh, uh...um...er..." Kain sighed then ran a hand through his hair. Why couldn't they do what his psyches at the asylum did, make him write it out. Not that he'd know where to start there, either, but it'd be easier.
You know the hologram isn't working right. Molli would have looked at you and said 'Ugh, Kain, did you get a fight with father again? I can't believe you two won't quit fighting.' When Murphy started quoting Molli, Kain could hear it in Molli's voice. Yes, that was what she would say, or something very close. "Shut up, Murphy, just give me a chance to think, to get the conversation started, then we'll prove it's not like her." Kain muttered, then focused back on the Molli-gram. "Hey, Molli..."
Molli-gram looked over at him, her face pulling into that half-smirk. "Hey, Kain. How're you doing?"
Kain's knees felt weak, but he knew that wasn't right. It wasn't her. The voice was off, the inflection, the flat Ohio accent. "I'm...I've been better. We...we need to talk." Instantly, he braced for the 'I don't want to talk' or the 'What did you do now?'
"Alright, we can talk." She moved and sat down behind her desk and Kain cringed visibly this time.
"No! You don't sit behind the desk! You, you sit on the desk! You're not acting like Molli!" Kain then ran a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling. "I can't do this! She's not real! I know everything that's wrong with her, she's not my Molli!"
Kain sat down in the chair, putting his face in his hands. The scabs over his heart felt like they'd been torn off, leaving his wounds open again. The pain flooded him as his mind went over her little quirks, their constant fights, the makeups, and losing her. He sobbed quietly in his hands, unable to bear it. "Make it stop, it isn't her, it's... make it stop."
"Computer, freeze program!" Dorella was monitoring Kain from the other holo-deck. She began to feel sorry for him and was feeling his sadness, torment, hurt, and anger. It was almost unbearable for her as well. Blocking his emotions as best she could, she and her hologram said in a soothing voice, "I know this is hard for you Kain. I programed Molli so she couldn't see my holographic image. I wanted to give you both privacy. My holo-image is just there so I can give you guidance."
"Sorry about the program glitch. I am adjusting her program now." Dorella wiped a tear from her own eye as the phase was making it hard for her to block this tortured man's pain. Continuing to adjust the program as quickly as posible, she thought [Not a great time for the Phase or this agressive therapy.]
Dorella and her holo-image said, "Kain, I believe I have fixed the glitch. take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment. Molli should respond more like herself now. It's Okay to know it isn't her, it will help you to detach yourself, once you have gotten some closure. Remember, this is a tiny step. If we get you on your way to some healing it will help more than you may think."
"Oh one more important thing. Whenever you are at a loss for words, or about to be angry, look down at your shoes. Then I will use that as a sign that you need help to find the words to better communicate with Molli."
"Computer resume program."
Dorella thought [I feel like Jekyll and Hyde]
On:
Kain waited a minute, not wanting to do it at all. He finally looked up, at the Molli-gram. "Okay, start it back..." When it started back, Kain stood up. "I..." He looked down at his feet, rubbing his neck out of habit. "I..."
Dorella coaxed Kain, "We need to talk"
"Yeah...need to talk..." Kain muttered, looking up, trying to force himself not to look down. "We need to talk."
"About?"
"About us." Kain replied, sitting down again. "About...about our relationship...about Logan...and your family." He took a deep breath, his mind going over what his Molli would say. "There's nothing to talk about." "Not this again." "Why do you always have to bring my family into this?" "I'm not going to fight with you until you're sober" The list went on and on in his mind, so much that he almost didn't hear the Molli-gram's response.
"Alright, what do you want to talk about with the relationship, Logan and my family?"
Kain looked around, trying to think of where to start. "I don't know were to start, I don't know what to say. I don't want to be here talking to you, I don't want to hear your holo answers and your ignorant views." He looked down, "How am I to know your responces would be anything like Molli's later in the conversation if you don't act like her right now?"
Dorella interupts Kain.
"OK, let's make it easier for you. Tell Molli-gram how you feel about her death, and leaving you alone. Take your anger, frustration, sadness out on her. After all it isn't the real Molli. But vent it, say it, get it out. Maybe it will help you to stop beating and hitting women. After all that is why you found yourself in the Brig. Not to mention, you hit holo-Dorella. Now please continue so you don't miss tomorrow's fights. That is unless you don't mind missing them."
Kain whirled around at the holo-Dorella. "I do not have a problem with women! I have a problem with everyone getting into my business!" He yelled, "Don't you think I want to be miserable?! Let me sulk in peace." You've been sulking for a year now... Kain's jaw twitched, then he pointed back at the Molli-bot. "I'm not going to tell that bloody hologram that I'm upset my wife died! I'm not going to tell that bloody hologram that I curse her family every day because she still hated me when she died. I'm not going to reveal my deepest feelings to you, or that hologram. Short of a deity coming down from on high, I'm NOT DOING IT! I've had my heart ripped out and stomped on, I don't need to show you all the bruises."
Dorella was getting pale as she turned off the Molli-gram. "Good for you Kain, you just vented. You have just gotten some of your frustrations out. Now please tell me why you want to be misserable?" She trailed off...
Everything began to get blurry, the room began to spin. Dorella could no longer block Kain's emotions, she felt them all. As she felt his, her dysfunctional childhood flooded in front of her as well. It was the phase causing her to be overwhelmed. She and her holo-image fell unconscious to the floor.
The holo-image Dorella was on the floor in front of Kain. The real Dorella in the other holo-deck. Doors locked, with only Dorella and Captain Maturin having an access code. Kain's communicator had been disabled upon entery to the holo-deck, along with all his computer access. This plan had been made with Maturin's permission. Dorella had not counted on the phase disrupting. An almost empty ship, both locked in and Dorella unconscious.
"Because I d-" Kain stopped when Dorella collapsed. He ran over to her, then cursed when he remembered that was a hologram. Something was wrong. "Counselor!" He shouted, "DORELLA!" He shouted again, hoping she'd respond. Something was very wrong.
Kain stood up, wincing at his back, then grabbed one of the chair's from Molli's office and slammed it into the holographic wall, hoping to make enough sound to get rescued. "WE NEED HELP IN HERE!" He bellowed, pulling the chair back and slammingit into the wall again, jarring his back and shoulders each time.
Twilight Angel... ;)
| Doc and Sadie
| Twilight Angel, Cargo Deck
| November 12th 1117, 0630 to 0800 hours
It was early morning when Doc climbed down the ladder into the cargo bay. Sadie had done a pretty good job of stacking it full of cargo, but right in the center a large, wheeled ATV had been strapped down. Smile and whistling under his breath, Doc started releasing the straps that held the ATV securely to the deck. He made his way from one strap to the next with a merry kick in his step.
Sadie eyed Doc with what would have been a withering glare, if she wasn't too tired to put forth the energy. She coiled the straps by rote behind Doc, wishing she had more coffee.
As they coiled up the last strap and stowed it Doc slapped Sadie on the shoulder and said "What's the matter, Sadie? You look tired." If his grin had been any wider, the top of his head might have fallen off.
"If you get any perkier, I'm going to have to hurt you, Doc" she warned, looking around for where she'd set her mug. Found at last, it was, of course, empty. "Ok, I need more coffee. Plus, I should grab my samples from my room. While I'm gone, I want you to think about how you can not get kicked by a grumpy, sleep-deprived woman with a serious caffeine deficiency. Okay?" She half-smiled to herself as she headed toward the kitchen, thinking if she could think of an empty threat like that first thing in the morning, there was hope for the day after all.
Doc grinned even wider and Sadie’s retreating back. Surprisingly, the top of his head still failed to fall off. Instead he opened the ATV’s rear ramp and climbed inside. He checked over all of the gear they’d need for the trip. So long as they stayed inside the ATV or a building, they didn’t need anything, but if they had to go outside there would be some fairly hefty protection needed. A full face mask was needed for one to provide breathable air and protect their mouth, nose and eyes from dust. Similarly they would need heavy outer clothing to protect them from the winds and a tight bodysuit to make them more comfortable in the low air pressure. It was possible to survive on the surface of Kemal without all this gear, even for days if your body was acclimated to it, but it would not be fun.
As Doc went through his gear he found a little something he’d forgotten about… a little surprise he’d picked up for his friend on their last stop. When Sadie returned she found Doc reclined in the driver’s seat, looking nonchalant, and munching on chocolate covered coffee beans.
"GIVE ME THOSE!!" she stormed in mock seriousness, striding up to the front of the vehicle. "Is this any way to get yourself all calmed down?!" Nabbing the beans from him and munching a few, she sat down, blithely adding, "Geez, Doc, what gives? The way you're acting, you'd think you'd never had sex before or something."
Doc looked straight faced. “Who said anything about sex? They’re only coffee beans.” Doc got up and started for the back of the ATV. “It looks like everything is all set in here. I suppose we should go and see if anyone else is awake.”
BINGO! She thought, watching him and his smooth segue exit the conversation; And her left with all the chocolate coffee beans. It just didn't get much better than this, she thought, munching another one. "ACK! Doc! Hope's in my room!" She shouted to the exiting man, suddenly remembering. "I wanted to let her sleep in!"
Doc stopped and turned to Sadie with a look of mock surprise on his face. “In your room?” he queried, his eyebrows rising slightly. “Well, to each her own I suppose. I was hoping to get an early start. What time did you plan on waking her?”
"Doc, what a dirty mind you have!" she scolded, in her best school marm voice. "She'd had a bit of a rough time. I naturally did what any good friend would do!" She paused for a moment before continuing with her mock outrage, "I got her drunk and we played fort with the porn!" She shook her head and got out her data pad, grinning to herself. “You go wake her.”
Doc stopped and stared at Sadie, this time in not-so-mock surprise. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He shut it again. His eyebrows appeared to wrestle for a while, and then his mouth opened again. Still no sound came out. He gave up and went to wake Jinx who was, appropriately, in her own room. Admittedly, he had spent the night there too, but that was beside the point.
Sadie munched on the beans occasionally as she prepared the requisite papers, and pulled together all the samples, keeping her own inventory strictly separate from the ship's cargo samples. Next, she checked on the food and drinks - she made sure she'd selected everything that took up the least amount of space possible, leaving more room for inventory. This was the best part. The part where you found out if the decisions you'd made before were going to pay off or not; a natural high, which the coffee and chocolate only heightened. She made sure there were skin suits, re-breathers and all the other personal items, each in a neat pile on a seat for everyone. She made sure to put the chocolate beans in the little space on the driver’s side, right where Doc had found them.
Quite some time later Doc returned and everyone piled into the ATV. Doc sat down next to Sadie and grinned as he tapped the remote to open the cargo bay doors. “Let’s hit the road” he said as he leaned his seat back and put his feet up on the console in front of him.
I told you that post to tell you this one
| Hope Robins
| Twilight Angel, Quarters
| November 12th 1117, 0630 to 0800 hours
In the final round of fort before passing out from the beer and giggling Hope had built herself into a corner, with a roof so Sadie could not lob bottle caps over the boxes at her, and it was here she woke.
Drinking, giggling, and even talking Hope had never asked what was in the boxes, and had never looked, they had been closed and she left them that way, they were better building blocks when they were closed, but...
Somewhere in the night she must have leaned on one to hard, it was part open and something inside that was mechanical started moving. It vibrated to fly apart and Hope thought this might be a good time to try out her ability. She leaned against the box and stopped thinking about the machine and felt it, it was quite easy since she had not looked in and didn't know what it looked like yet, Hope found the machine, it was a small motor but someone had bent the end of the shaft and put a weight on it so it was off balance. Maybe it was damaged in shipping, she could help Sadie by fixing it so it ran smooth instead of vibrating like that. If Sadie sold that machine broken then someone would not be happy and they would come around wanting their money back.
Hope unsealed the box and fished in for the broken machine, poor thing, and found it, it was weird since it almost felt like flesh, when she pulled it out of the box she realized why it felt like flesh, it was a man's.... thing, someone had cut off a man's... thing and put a motor in it.
With a screak Hope broke out of the fort, crossed the room and out the door.
With a red face and a very quiet "goodmorning" and not meeting anyone's eyes she climbed into the ATV, hunched down and acted like she wasn't there, she surely never even looked Sadie's way, Hope wondered if Sadie knew what she was transporting or if someone had sold her a bill of goods. Hope was not going to ask.
Kayvin
01-10-2010, 03:54 PM
This isn't BoB, so I shan't name the simm, but this is a favorite quote of mine.
James Wilson was dumbstruck, and at a loss for words. His mouth spoke while his brain was still puzzling over the mystery of this woman. "...You're not Vulcan, are you?" He observed her ears, noting that they were indeed not pointed. That was really the only logical explanation for Lieutenant Harper's cold and flat emotional visage.
"No, sir," she replied, "I'm human."
Wilson shook his head. And people call me uptight... "Tell me, Lieutenant. Do you believe in fun?" He asked, a hint of sarcasm and awe in his voice.
"I have faith the concept exists, sir," Harper replied.
bet'leH 7
You talk about what you love. I love to write, check out my girl Redcloud. Be prepared to laugh.
Ensign Jeniffer Redcloud wondered why she had been put in this position. She was an engineer not a flight attendant, or diplomat. She hoped she didn't screw up.
When the big ship appeared she went "ooh!!" then the comm crackled to life.
"The IKS meH'Haj is here, Qurel aj' commanding, make a place for us."
She panicked. "I can't, you won't fit through the doors!" then she got a hold of herself and remembered what she had been told. "You are to maintain a parked orbit" she rattled off an area where the ship could sit out of everyone's way but be convenient to the Starbase.
Once that was done she marked it as and occupied area and took another drink from her super sluggo soda, she was going to need all the caffeine that she could imbibe to make it through this shift.
Redcloud replied "Shuttlecraft Aliah, permission granted shuttle bay five, slip 23." Then she relized she had not opened the comm channel yet. She wasn't sure what the deal was, why odd things kept happening to her today of all days. She took another hit of Sluggo Cola, and found that another can was empty (it was her fourth), she was about to get up and get some more when it hit her that that poor shuttle pilot still didn't know where to go.
She opened the comm channel and then said it all again. "Shuttlecraft Aliah, permission granted shuttle bay five, slip 23."
Redcloud was moving like a humming bird. She was all but dancing in the chair. She took another drink of Super Slugo Soda then slammed the can down on the console, it collapsed to a flat disk, with a touch of her plasma pen, she had taken it out of her engineering kit, she made a small hole in the edge of the disk and taking off her leather string she put the disk on the string. It clinked with the six others already there, she put it back around her neck.
"Yeah,youarecleartodockinslipforty-three" She said with a strong nasal accent, then burst out laughing as she cut the comm circuit.
Redcloud was shaking by this point, her eye would wonder out of sync with each other, and she could not stay still if life itself depended on it.
"Shuttlecraft Ret 2 you are to... well no your not to do that, that would be weird, you are to dock in Shuttle deck four, slip eighteen. Thank-you have a good day. Beep." she cut the comm line and fell out of her chair laughing hysterically.
Redcloud wondered by eight soda cans crushed to flat disks and strung on a leather string around her neck clanked and clattered. She set a can of Super Slugo Soda down on the console beside Kerris, tripping the solid waste disposal equipment into action in the process, she then hugged Kerris before taking her own drink, also Slugo Soda, and skipping lightly back to her own post.
Redcloud looked up and smiled. "You want to see something?" She pushed some buttons and brought up a view of the Starbase. The docking ports that were occupied made a pattern. "Three more ships and I will have a picture of a little dog."
Redcloud nearly laughed at the name of the shuttle. Putting on her best serious voice she opened the channel.
"Camelot Station to the Hare Brain..." That's all the further she got before she burst out. "Bahaha, ahehem, you are to land in shuttle bay 2 slip 32. Enjoy your stay."
Redcloud took a long draw on her Super Slugo Soda then crushed the can on her forehead. "OWWW!" she grasped her head, that hurt way more then she ever expected, then she noticed she had not yet closed the comm channel. She did so before piercing the can and adding it to the necklace of soda can disks she was already wearing.
=/\= "Camelot Station, this is Commodore Douglas, USS Destiny, request approach vector and docking instructions"
"Take a right at the next b'rel class and then... Sorry just kidding. Docking port thirty-three oops, twenty-three. you will be the tip of the doggies tail... Sir."
She emptied the last of her Super Slugo Soda, flattening it and putting it on her necklace, she counted the cans already there then opened the channel again. "Commodore Sir, I'm up to twelve cans, ain't that cool!"
"Hi'ey!! This is Camelot, we are so glad you have finally shown up, we were getting worried. Dock? I love them little quacking things." Redcloud slugged down some more Super Slugo Soda.
"Docking at port twenty-seven. Have some real fun here. Byee!"
"Revenge? That's a dish served cold, I bet you can get a plateful on the promenade."
Redcloud drug the can of soda across the board and picked it up. She had to concentrate on every move lest her hands do things she wasn't expecting them to do. She already had a bump on her forehead from trying to crush a soda can on her head. And the necklace of soda cans now lay discarded by her chair, 13 empty cans around her neck was to heavy.
"You... will... want... to... dock... at..." She was saying each word slow and clear so that they would understand but she forgot the information since she took so long.
Reading over her boards she continued, "dock in shuttledeckfiveslipthree." she finished in a staccato roll.
She stared at the fourteenth Super Slugo Soda of the day... she didn't feel so good anymore, and she wasn't sure if she should be feeling her heartbeat in her fingernails or not.
"Dock or land temporarily? Your not going to stay?" Redcloud looked over her boards. "It had better be dock, someone tried to land two ships in the same slip and we are still sorting that out."
Redcloud stopped leaned over to the wastebasket and lost about four cans of Super Slugo Soda into it, she had not closed the comm channel.
"Dock, yes, um..." she wiped her eyes of the tears from the wretching, and pushed back her long black hair off her forehead. "Port seventeen is clear and will due nicely."
Linnette introduced to Haven a little character like a fairy or tinkerbell...
[Starbase Haven]
[Aux OPS]
Once she was out, Cerys flew towards the window and the blinking lights of the panels, flying right past Cassandra,Prudence, and Harry. Cerys stopped long enough to gaze at the pretty blinking lights then her attention was drawn to the much larger panorama of the stars sparkling and twinkling outside. Cerys knew she couldn't and shouldn't go outside as she knew the expanse of darkness out there she wouldn't survive. However that wasn't going to keep her from fluttering about looking.
Prudence saw the bug fly by, then it headed right to the main view screen. There was no observation windows in the Aux OPS, the room was deep in the station, but that bug had flown to the viewer like it thought it might be the way out of the room.
She shifted the grip on the PADD and then with a fast step and jump Prudence swatted the flying bug with the PADD. "Cassandra, I understand the need for insects in the Atrium, but isn't there a way to contain them there?"
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I have been giggling about the Surgeon of the Terpsichore for about 2 days now, I got to share him with you all. :p
He tipped his hat to Marie. The red-coated Marine Officer offered a friendly but formal smile.
"Lieutenant Thomas Carson miss, I lead the ship's Marines," Thomas said.
Marie managed a quick smile at the Lieutenant and dipped her head respectfully, "A pleasure to meet you Lieutenant."
"I'll take you to the Doctor," Thomas said. "Please come with me, lets get you out of the cold air."
Thomas led Marie off the Quarterdeck. They stepped down below decks. The air was still damp and it was darker, but there was no cold wind in Marie's face.
"Make way," Thomas declared to a sailor trying to come top-side. The man stepped aside and touched his hand to his brow in an informal salute as the pair passed.
Thomas added to Marie as they continued below, "I'll see if we can get a young lad or Steward assigned to see to your needs madam. In the meantime, if you need anything, please ask one of the officers."
Below-decks, they found the small cramped sickbay. It was quiet and relatively clean, as the new vessel had not seen blood and wounded in a battle as of yet.
She followed the Marine below decks and into the sickbay. It was a huge relief to get out of the cold wind and into the comparative warmth inside. She hoped that perhaps there might be some way to get her clothes dry -- her skin was clammy and damp as the ill-fitting man's clothes clung to her beneath the blanket. She also fervently hoped that the doctor would not find it necessary to change the sutures she had self-applied... the mere thought of reliving that pain made her shudder.
"Doctor Richardson," Thomas declared. "Your services are needed sir."
Once he had the Doctor's attention, he said, "This is Marie, we picked her up off a small boat. She appears to be injured. Please see to her care and then report to the Captain."
Richard 'Dick' Richardson looked at the new case that came into his sickbay. That seaman was in a very bad way indeed, he looked like a woman. There would not be much Dick could do about that but oh, the poor man was wet through and through and had blood on his leg, that must be what they brought him in for. But why did their jolly do so? Dick had been to sea for five years now, ever since his practice failed.
"Sit on that their lockers and put that leg up, pull up the pant leg there." He instructed Marie without moving from the chair he seemed to be poured into.
Marie sat as instructed and tugged up the leg of her trousers to reveal the cut. It was swollen and caked with blood, but her makeshift stitches seemed to have done their job.
The years of naval life, the continues drink had made him overweight and coarse looking. It had tanned and reddened his face and unfocused his eyes. Six years ago he was a good looking man, had a practice in a fashionable area of London, was even considered hansom.
His baby blue eyes had then twinkled, now they had an oyster sheen to them. His hair had been thick, healthy, blond, now it was thinning, coarse, and lank.
But he did know how to fix people, that had not been his undoing, his lack of sympathy had been. When he had told the wife of a peer that she was full of hot air and nothing was really wrong with her, his practice had taken a downward turn. It might have worked out if within six months the daughter of a Duke had not overdosed on quack medicine and died after he had sent her away for not being really sick. They of course put the blame on him.
So here he was, nine parts drunk, Cirrhosis of the liver, possibly a stomach cancer, half malnutrition since he didn't eat right being drunk most of the time, no future, asked to look at this wet cat of a boy who thought it would be wonderfully romantic to go to sea, or more likely was minding his own business when the press gang picked him up and made him a seaman.
Dick finally stood up to walk slowly over to a locker and pull out some dry clothes, they were not in much better shape then the seaman had on but at least they were clean and dry, and a bottle (his had again gone empty) and bandages.
He set the clothes on the locker and looked at the stitches, nodding to himself. "I do a nice job of it even if I say so myself."
She decided it would be unwise to correct the surgeon as he looked at her leg and commented on her handiwork as though it were his own. It was obvious that he was very drunk and the last thing she wanted was for him to do any work on her in his current state. She counted his confusion a blessing.
She tugged the offered clothes closer to her as the surgeon uncorked his fresh bottle.
He pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured it on the stitches.
She assumed he was going to drink from it, and gasped in surprise as she felt the alcohol burn as it soaked the wound. "Aaah," she gasped before silencing herself by digging her teeth into her lower lip.
Then he turned and pushed it at her, "drink."
Hesitantly, she took the bottle and sniffed it, the fumes from what she assumed was rum filling her nostrils. Her eyes widened, but he looked at her insistently and she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a small swig.
Marie was accustomed to wine, which due to her father's moderate wealth, the family was able to have quite frequently. But she'd not had spirits before, and the harsh liquor hit the back of her throat with an unexpected force. She swallowed it as quickly as she could, then immediately coughed a few times, her eyes watering profusely. Wrinkling her nose and blinking hard, she handed the bottle back to Richardson, hoping this would be the end of her 'treatment'.
Dick took a healthy slug himself before thumping the cork back into the bottle and setting it down. He picked up the bandages, the first one to clean the now wet wound up a little commenting to himself, "a good clean cut stitched closed and bound in it's own blood heals on the first intent as long as you are of good health." The next bandage was wrapped expertly around her leg and the wound. "No going aloft for a while, it's light duty deck work for you." The third piece of bandages was going over the second to keep it clean when he said, "I told them that you young boys didn't need to be going up to the Royals but do they listen, for that matter do you boys listen? Not a one of you."
He stepped back and admired his handy work, nodding to himself. "Deck work for you boy, and I mean it. I will put you in a hammock and tie you in if I find out you have been back in the rigging."
"I'm not, um..., uh..." Marie began, not sure what to say. She didn't really want to deceive the man, but the situation felt intensely awkward, and she felt the strong urge to get out of sickbay as quickly as she could. Also, she reasoned that it wouldn't be long and she'd be dropped off in Plymouth -- so what would be the gain in correcting and possibly embarrassing him? She decided to let it slide and simply agree with his admonition. Besides, she figured the man would probably not remember anything of their conversation in a few hours, anyway.
Nodding, she said, "I will definitely stay out of the rigging, sir."
Furrowing her brow she held the dry clothes up, "So, uh... where should I... uh. Never mind. I suppose I should go, then?"
Doctor Richardson grunted and gestured to the door, and Marie didn't wait around for another invitation to leave.
"Thank you, sir," she said, gathering up the dry clothes he'd given her and backing out of the small dark sickbay, closing the door behind her and leaving the good doctor to his rum.
She glanced around. Shivering, she decided that the first order of business was to get warm and dry. Peering around briefly, she didn't see or hear anyone else nearby and decided she didn't want to wait any longer. She made her plan to quickly change into the dry clothes here outside sickbay, then make her way to the Quarter deck to speak with the officers to see what was happening.
bet'leH 7 - Yesab, Derra, and Trade
Yesab had been on his ship the whole day getting his new crew set up and was ready to take a stroll. It seemed things had calmed down a bit, so he decided it wouldn't be to bad. He walked past the two security gaurds that Estaban had placed in front of the airlock to gaurd him from taking his ship and leaving. As he wlked past them he stuck his tongue out and gave them a mean face. Gaurd my ship, will you, he thought. Yesab made his way into Eats and took a seat at a table near the entrance. Quick escape if the storm got worse, he thought.
Derra looked around her as she made her way through the cooridors, her pointed ears covered in a mane of hair so that she looked fully Klingon. She was often known as ngIl'wI' of the bar sisters. The trouble maker of the two women who once toured the bars of the Klingon empire in their teens. Her vulcan heritage had brought much attention growing up, and those who dared say anything about it often soon regretted it. The number of Klingons missing parts because of her and their foolishness were uncountable.
These days she was on the run though. Rogue scientists which once abducted her in her childhood were after her again. This was the 3rd time she had escaped them, and she was tired, she needed a place to stay for a while and on reading some of the ships at the tourney she knew just where she could hide. Where else but under another Rogue scientist who was not concerned with her natural born heritage.
She entered the eatery, thinking about what she might order as she searched him out, the curly headed human unmistakable as she took a seat at his table without asking.
Yesab raised an eyebrow as a Klingon woman sat at his table. "Yesab, Llen Yesab, be my name. Whom might you be my lovely Klingon one?"
Derra looked at him with peircing dark brown eyes. "Derra. I'm looking for a job. I hear you have need of crew." She said lowly so not to be overheard, but she got right to the point.
"Oh, Derra, what a nice name. I am indeed in need of crew and have much to be done. What do you have in mind? As in, what are your qualifications in certain jobs?"
Derra shrugged, "I used to be an engineer and programmer. I can also provide security if needed. In fact I used to design ships and programs at one point." Derra said, wondering where they waiter was.
"MMM, programming and security. Hmm, not bad. Ship design even better." Yesab thought how this could work for his plans of his empire. "Very nice, I think you will do fine for all of, you are hired." He then looked around and noted that the place was working a bit slower as the storm had damaged this place pretty hard. "So, you want to be on my ship? Say, yes and you arer there." He smiled happily
Derra nodded, "Yes of course. Or I would not be here asking it." She said. She didn't tell him she had people after her of course. She didn't want him to turn her down and she needed a place to go to to get them off her tracks for a while.
Yesab squinted his eyes a bit,"I might wonder why you say yes so quickly. But as I need crew I won't question you as of now. How does that sound? You like my terms?"
Trade came in with a big serving platter. On it was a variety of dishes.
The little plant delt them out like playing cards on a blackjack table.
Qagh that was trying to climb out of the bowl, the slightest scent of peaches came out of the bowl, and a Rokeg bloodpie. Blood wine of course in front of the Klingon.
Steak, baked potato, cooked carrots and a glass of red wine went to the thin human he needed more food Trade thought to itself.
"I am so sorry I was slow, a good Rokeg bloodpie takes some very careful work and while I was doing that the qagh climbed out of the bowl. I had to dish up more and re-season them with peach nectar and everything." Trade explained.
Derra starred wide-eyed at the talking plant. She hadn't even ordered yet and certainly hadn't expected to be served qagh with peach nectar in the seasoning. Something that was rare and only she did. Nor did she expect to be served by something that looked like a walking salad.
Her stomach grumbled and she grabbed a qagh popping it in her mouth. "I am good with drinks and some foods as well." She mentioned as she looked at the plant and back to Yesab.
Yesab looked at the plate in front of him then looked at the plant. "Interesting indeed, please tell me what species you are and where do you come from? I would so like to study your species." He pulled a padd out of his suitcoat pocket and readyed it to put in the information.
Trade just smiled. "I am just a little houseplant, not worth your energies and time I am sure." It beat a hasty retreat, that man was something to watch out for, he might stoop to trying to take a cutting or something.
When Yesab asked to study the plant creature Derra became a bit uneasy. She hoped he would not ever turn such intentions to her. But if he did she knew she could easily kill him in such event. Derra grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled his head to her as she scowled at him. "It's a plant! Now do I have a job?"
"Dammit, what is wrong with you? Of course you have the job, just let go Klingon one!"
"Good!" She said as he let go of him, "Just know that if for any reason I come to regret joining your ship, you will die, and these will go first." She said as she gripped him down below just tight enough to hurt a bit. "Now, when do I board this ship of yours?"
"Anytime you want to, and kindly unhand me," he said in a squeeky voice.
Derra nodded and let go turning to eating her meal silently as if nothing happened.
Yesab began cutting his steak as he kept his eye on her. Thinking to himself, that Klingon has a problem. I will be watching her and why is she so insistant to work for me? She obviously doesn't like me in the least. He kept silent as he ate in curiousity of the Klingon.
This one is not so much funny as more of a Hmm type. It could even be concidered sad.
Setup: Anna James was injured when someone that was impersonating a crewman tried to blow up the ship, we caught that person but was not sure if there was more or not. Fernandez was XO at the time.
| Commander Fernandez
| Sickbay
| Mission Day 1, 2100hrs
Fernandez had positioned himself somewhere between her bed and the main doors of Sickbay, he was watching the whole area, every movement, every action, and double so around Lt. James.
So when she got antsy and decided she didn't want to be there anymore he knew it at once, he also was not surprised. When she checked herself out and left he was ready and followed her at a discreet distance.
| Outside Lt. Anna Jame's Quarters
| Mission Day 1, 2125 hrs
Fernandez leaned his back on the door of her cabin, then he soon was squatted down and comfortable. Until it was found how much damage had been done, and how many people had been replaced he would be Anna's shadow, he had tricordered her cabin to make sure of how many people were in there, and he regularly rechecked in case someone figured out or made a new entrance. He really didn't know where he and her stood, he knew Hope would kill him if he started dating her but it might be worth it.
Of course as with any job that kept him occupied but didn't use a lot of thought T'Mar came and sat down beside him, keeping him company like they did on the Victory so many times. He smiled at her but knew that if he had a long conversation with her people would think him crazy since they could not see her, so he and T'Mar had devised a way to converse without him looking like a fool, he thought his side to her and she understood him. Now the only problem is that he would stare hungrily at an empty area of the floor or wall and that didn't always work out well. He had been brought a sandwich by a well meaning Ensign once, another time he had scared a female crewman that thought he had been staring at her like that.
"So your over me and looking for someone else now?"
"No, I am never over you."
"That's why your camping out in front of this ladies cabin?"
"Playing Security Guard."
"You always have a BS excuse for what you do don't you?"
"Yes. But it's true."
"That's why you kissed her in the holodeck?"
"T'Mar, it's not like that, I was just... it was just... everything that was going on was so much... I got carried away."
"Next time you will 'just get carried away' to her bed."
"It's not fair, I have no one, your not here, your dead."
"And why am I dead? You killed me, you did. I am not here am I? I am always here," she poked him hard on his chest and he felt the pain in his heart the sorrow and grief that sometimes feel like your heart muscle is physically wrenched, "you will be mine from now on, because I was yours and you killed me for no reason what so ever."
"It was a mistake, I would never have done that if I had known."
"I told you, you and your Federation ways think everyone is equal, and has to be treated as such, well it's not and it don't, grow up and see, the powerful always use the weak."
"The Federation doesn't work that way."
"We weren't in the Federation. Then you kill my family, the people you call family on the Victory, killed them all, so here you are, Starfleet again, forgetting me, the woman you called your true love, so you can chase some tail and maybe get lucky."
"No, it' not like that, honest."
"At lease you have done one thing decent, adapting a little girl, or was that penance for killing a little girl?"
She was on one of her tears, Fernandez knew when T'Mar was displeased with him she could keep it up for a very long time. He settled in his self assigned post, it was going to be a long night...
Kaziarl
02-02-2011, 04:17 AM
This just happened on the new sim. Lt. Commander Daisuke Yoshida likes to give people handshakes with those palm buzzers in hand. He got the captain and the XO, but this NPC decided it was time for a little payback when it came to her turn.
Alfsigr turned, her mouth full of deviled egg as she nodded and quickly swallowed down the tasty treat before extending her hand. Her reaction, however, would be very different. Much to Daisuke's dismay.
"A pleasure to meet you-"
A handshake was once a gesture of trust, especially between warriors. In ancient times it was a way to show that one was unarmed, or at least did not have weapons drawn. When Alfsigr grasped hands with Daisuke, every bit of her instinct acted far quicker then he was probably expecting. Her left hand grabbed his wrist, pushing it farther to her right and throwing Daisuke slightly off balance and breaking the handshake open. She then moved her right leg behind his, bent her arm, and brought her right shoulder into his chest knocking him backwards on causing him to trip over her leg.
A moment later the instinct subsided and Daisuke found himself on his hind end. Alfsigr dropped to his side to check on him, her face trying to hide an apologetic expression as well as keep from laughing.
"By the gods, sir," she stuttered. "Are you alright?"
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Linette Geraud
02-02-2011, 10:18 AM
This happened in the King George V simm, we've got treecats and my character Breana Tracy has one she's named Milady. Milady likes to make the rounds seeing her friends, one of her friend is Rianna Newton, played by our beloved Sue. I can't help but giggle when I read this one. Just a note, treecats have a tendency to name the people they associate with. i.e. Tall as Mountain is another name for K'rang Valadorn a klingon Marine, due to him being rather tall.
Romantic Advice from a Tree Cat
A bluish grey shadow made its way into Rianna's quarters through the ventilation shaft. Padding silently Milady caught the scent of Rianna and proceeded into the bathroom there she poked her nose up against the sleeping ensign's.
Rianna lay in the bath dozing due to the warmth and the Lavender, the water was starting to cool and she was stirring slightly. However when she suddenly felt a cold wet nose against her's she came awake with a fright, "aahhhhhhhh."a small cry escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Milady pulled back as water splashed about then shook her fur to get the moisture off. She looked at Rianna then got a towel something she had observed her person used after getting cleaned.
Rianna frowned seeing Milady in the bathroom with her, and passing her a towel. "Thank you Milady, but why are you here . . .is something wrong with Breana?" she asked as she took the towel and climbed out of the bath.
"She is busy with Skywise"showing an image of Hall in Rianna's mind. "I am on patrol, exploring. I came to see you." Her mindsong showing her concern as to what happened on Baelik V.
Rianna smiled, "Yes I heard you have been patroling around here and found someone in my quarters, she is a friend and has my permission to enter them. Did you enjoy your time on the planet?" she asked her knowing that as she thought about what she was saying Milady would pick up the pictures from her mind as well as the words.
"I enjoyed it, didn't play as much as Trouble, too busy getting angry at Skywise. He had made Breana upset. He made her happy once again so I was not upset anymore. Cloud is a strange two legged tree cat. He falls down too much."
Rianna laughed, "Yes he is, as for Skywise and Breana they will have little falling outs but they will always make up afterwards." Rianna said as she led Milady out into the lounge. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" she asked as she got herself a cup of hot chocolate with cinnamon and cream.
"I'll have some cream please."Milady politetly requested. trotting after Rianna. "I am glad the woman in your den is a friend, otherwise I would claw her for going in your territory. I thought it strange she was here."
Rianna looked at Milady, "Would you like a bowl or a cup?" she asked not really sure which was better and not wanting to insult her. "Celeste is almost family, she is the sister to the man I love. She was here leaving little gifts from him, things he gave her before we left the station I was not meant to know about it though." Rianna explained with a smile.
Milady nodded, "A saucer please." Moving towards the table where she sat down on a chair. "Celeste..part of prospective mates tribe. Your customs are strange, but interesting."
Rianna replicated a saucer of cream for Milady and brought it to the table for her, "We have not been together for very long, he wanted to surprise me and show me how much he misses me and loves me." Rianna explained as she sat down.
Milady daintily lapped at the saucer of cream being careful not to spill a drop. "So not prospective mate? If not prospective mate what is he? He gives you presents offerings to show he is a great hunter?"
"He is a prospective mate, it is complicated." Rianna said as she sat and thought back to that day the King George V had left the base and her time in the holodeck with Geoffery, she knew Milady would pick up the thoughts and it was easier to think it than explain it.
Milady thought over what Rianna showed her, "It is complicated, can be too complicated, why not pounce on him and show him you are interested, why not he pounce on you or do courtship dance. Why does he not play chase? Does he not know how to have fun?"
Rianna laughed, "We were . . . disturbed, duty called me away from him. So he has these gifts sent to show me he is still interested, and hopes that my interest in him does not fade." she said smiling
"Ahh all right, when you see him make certain to pounce on him and have him chase you in a game of tag." Milady took another drink of her cream.
Rianna smiled a thoughtful smile, "I may just do that thank you Milady, I may even let him catch me." she added grinning, "That is of course is all my sudden protectors do not scare him off first." she said as she thought not only about what Auryx had said but also the added complication of now informing her new 'Brother' about them.
"Tall as Mountain is your brother?" a picture of K'rang appearing in Milday's mind.
Rianna nodded, "He adopted me into his tribe as little sister after we were forced to kill those beasts down on the planet, so he is now family to me." she said as she sipped her drink, and tried to decide if she should exersize and then sleep or sleep and then exersize.
Milady sent an image of Rianna sleeping, as she had plenty of exercise when on the Surface of Baelik V.
Rianna smiled, "You are probably right Milady, I need to make sure I get a good sleep and meal before I go on duty tonight. Are you going to continue your patrol or would you like to stay here and sleep for a while?" she asked her as she cleared thier dishes.
A picture came to Rianna's mind of Milady snuggling with her. Milady was tired. She walked over and hopped on Rianna's bed and waited for Rianna to arrive, a soft and gentle purr emanating from her chest.
Rianna nodded,"Ok I am coming."Rianna stated as she walked over and slid into her bed, the roses from Geoffery now dried and kept under her pillows, she had yet to add todays one.
Milady snuggled up against Rianna her breathing going steady, falling fast asleep.
Rianna lay her head on her pillows and breathed in the scent of the roses as she gently stroked Milady, she didn't know why she was doing that but it just seemed the right thing to do.
Milady's happy mindsong filled Rianna's mind of chasing birds and butterflies, and Rianna chasing winged images of Georffrey, and having a fun time in doing so.
Rianna drifted off into a deep sleep with those images in her mind making her smile in her sleep.
It was very fun to write this in the mindset of a treecat.
This one is a bit old (15 Apr 2010)
but it's where Hope Robins first meets Trouble, the Treecat she bonded with. This is on the USS King George V simm.
| Cadet Hope Robins
| Hope's Dorm room
| Mission day 1, 2200 hours
The only sound in the room was coming from the bed where a small lump in the middle of the covers was breathing slowly. On the table beside the bed was a tricorder, the room was dark and still.
That changed in a heartbeat as the tricorder moved a little over ten feet from the table. The capacitors in it discharged completely into the person that was holding it, at the same time the trigger in the table fired the strobes and sound charges, five quick hits at twelve times the normal room lighting and five audio blasts that would equal a sonic boom at close range. The lights stayed on at 1.5 normal levels. The lump in the bed never moved but something dropped out of a spot in the ceiling were no one would have ever guessed there was an object.
Hope landed softly on the ground, her ninja outfit the exact match in color to the ceiling and the pre-sliced fabric that had concealed her was still hanging, torn open like a giant butterfly cocoon that the butterfly hatched out of. The night vision glasses on her face had protected her from the blasts by polarizing and returning, now they were tinted against the glare and keeping her vision clear, the ear stopples had protected her hearing. In her left hand was six disks, as the now small blur ran she started throwing them. The disks were stun disks, the size of shurikens, but blunted edges and weighted. The first two were well behind the running blur the third and fourth just missed and the last two hit it dead on.
As the small ginger colored creature staggered she threw the net... The mesh flattened out in a perfect spinning disk then fell over her target, she pulled the draw, closing it tight and taking the creature off it's feet.
If she could keep it off balance it would never get the chance to recover, so she drew the net to her in short jerky pulls.
Hope pulled the net up and looked at her catch. it was cute, a little fluffy creature, a cross between a cat and a monkey, the fluffy tail was snaking around the mouth of the net, not like a cat but more like a monkey, like it could grab something with that tail. She wanted to get a full scan of him. Hope grabbed her real tricorder off of her belt but by the time she had it open and ready the net was empty.
She was holding the only opening closed so she knew it was not gone. Hope opened it enough to put her hand in and grab the creature but the instant she touched it her quarter Vulcan telepathic abilities bonded with the creature's own and she felt the meld, the creature had control of the meld and she didn't get much information from it, just impressions and vague images, but the definite feeling of wanting to be free.
Hope came to, not from unconscious but from the effects of a meld, she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, no sign of any creature around ginger or any other color. She reached for her tricorder to see if she had gotten anything recorded, it was gone...
(I think this would be tag Auryx Kellyndyl since she did this at 11 pm http://www.usskinggeorgev.net/components/com_kunena/template/default/images/emoticons/happy0192.gif )
This one is an Ambassador I play on the George simm, He picked up Hope at a Official Gala and was last seen leaving the party with Hope and Trouble.
| Ambassador Tomtree Groundbec
| Sickbay
| Mission Day Two, Very Early Morning
Tomtree awoke on the cold floor, gah, he had not tied one on that hard since... well, it had to be a while, to pass out on the floor like a common drunk. He opened his eyes a crack and blearily looked around without moving his head, he didn't want it to fall off. The carpet was the wrong color for his room, as was the wall nearby. He rolled over and sat up... his head fell off.
Tomtree woke up on his back, he was looking at a ceiling he had not looked at before, it was not his room. He very carefully turned his head to look beside him, he was in a public corridor, but one that seemed almost completely unused, nobodies shoes were in sight. He turned his body over so that he could get up and his head fell off.
Tomtree woke up in the fetal position, his head hurt horribly, he knew he was alone, in a public hallway, on the floor, in pain, he moved his hands up till they held his head on his body. He slowly, so very slowly worked his way up till he was sitting with his back to the wall.
How in the hell had he gotten here?
He had arrived on station. He had gotten his room.. He had gone to a party... He had met a girl.... Who?!? And what happened after that? He could not remember.
Tomtree used the wall to help him get to his feet, he tried to take stock of his condition but to much of it was listed as badly, he needed to let someone else take stock for a while. Medical, that is where he needed to go. But he didn't know were he was, so he didn't know how to get there. What was it the Commodore had told him? The computer can direct you where you need to go, just ask it. "Comp" he croaked out, still holding his head. "Ooh" he had to work to keep his head on his body. "Computer, direct me to Medical."
He staggered down the hall, following the indicator lines the computer flashed up for him.
Ambassador Tomtree Groundbec staggered into Medical like a war wounded solder, he was only just still on his feet, only just managing to hold his head on his body with both hands, and only just conscious. "I think I need some help here."
<tag anyone in Medical>
This is the PM I sent to the Doctors of the simm:
Tomtree Groundbec, Garrabarra Ambassador
he is going to come into Sickbay with the following injuries:
*broken radius and ulna, right arm
*dislocated shoulder, right arm
*four parallel slash marks, 1cm deep from hairline to jaw, left side between ear and eye
*four parallel slash marks, 1cm deep from collarbone down to mid-chest (just below nipple) left side
*puncture wounds Biceps and Brachialis, (full set of teeth marks for a treecat)
*Blunt force injury, Frontal skull, probably from running into a bulkhead or deck-sole face first.
*concussion
*multiple contusions
*multiple abrasions
I give you the shopping list so when he drags his sorry ass in to your sickbay you know what to write.
This one was in Avalon Station a few missions ago, on the planet Ion. There was a long standing war between the Planetary computers and a Borg-like intruder network program.
Hope Robins was part of the end to that war as was Alice George and Lea (Fairy God Mother)
| Ensign Hope Robins
| Defense Center Control Room
| Mission Day Ten
Carter waved his hands. “Time changes all things. At this point in time, however, I feel we should address the problem of this ‘Ion’ computer. Your little sprite tells me she cannot keep it in check for much longer.”
Hall’s temples throbbed as he turned to look at Fairy Godmother. He’d only had one glimpse of her before, but it looked like the same little hologram.
“Is that true?” Hall inquired.
George interrupted. “Fairy Godmother estimates 7.4 minutes before the Ion master control program overcomes her defenses.”
“Hope, this is what I brought you for. Can you work with Fairy Godmother and shut that thing down before it’s too late?”
Before Hope could reply there was a thunderous explosion outside. This time the explosion was enough to knock them off their feet.
“That’ll be Fernandez” Hall said as he tried to right himself.
There was more, Hope knew Admiral Hall said something else but she barely could hear him for the frantic singing in her head. Trouble had been edgy while the battle had been going on below them, but now he had wrapped himself around her neck and was clinging tight. Not to the can't breath point but she was going to have claw marks, and he was shaking...
At first she could not tell what his mindsong was, she had been knocked down by the blast, she had felt a ripple in the floor but then everything steadied again, The terrible howl had steadied, but it was a tune she had not heard from him, and she didn't understand the pictures in her mind that came with it. A keening sound came from his throat even as the mindsong continued, it took her a minute to figure out it was a dirge. What was going through her mind was the Drax, as Trouble had seen them.
Even as she headed for the main interface console she spared the moments of correlating her tricorder information to stroke him comforting, Even as she was trying to take in data-flow, Operation systems, and the interface system she took the time to sing back to him some comfort, what little she had.
[You felt them? You felt them die?]
[Yes... all of them. They didn't see it till it was right on top of them, a brief light then they were gone.]
[Others have died near us, you never reacted this way before.]
[Never so many all at once.]
Hope would have to look into this deeper, later. Now she was immersing herself in the computer. She wished that had been a figure of speech, but like the cross over station, this computer seemed sentient and had a psi capability that seemed strangely compatible with her, like being a quarter Vulcan gave her the right harmonics to talk to it. Or maybe it was her abilities with machines. She didn't know, and again, didn't have time to think on it. It was so much faster here.
The young Ensign had sat in the chair and pressed both hands down on the console, then she had stopped moving, her breathing had slowed down and her eyes were out of focus.
The treecat on her shoulders had unwrapped himself from her throat and started rubbing her face with his, when that didn't get a reaction he batted her ear with a paw, she didn't seem to notice...
| RADM Hall
| Defense Center Control Room
| Mission Day Ten
With the immediate threat of the drax forces dealt with, Hall turned his attention back to the Ion computer. Fairy Godmother had discorporated in order to concentrate on the problem at hand and he was about to ask George how much time they had left and then he noticed her expression. He followed her almost blank stare to Hope and noticed that the young engineer wasn’t moving.
“What the devil…” Dr. Carter started, but Hall put a hand on his shoulder and shushed him. Hall had seen something like this once before…
The Master Control Program had struggled hard against the grip of Fairy Godmother and her defenses were almost broken. Just a few more strategic attacks and he would begin to overwhelm her code and re-write it. Then a new player entered into the struggle. If the MCP had had teeth it would have ground them, but it did not and so it just set to prepare its attacks on the newcomer. Then it stopped. There was something about this newcomer, something that went straight to the most ancient part of its code. Suddenly it knew; this newcomer was one of the masters! No! It was the last master! The voice from long ago that had yet to come. This was a voice it could not resist; a voice that spoke to every line of code in its being.
The Ion computer shut down but, before it did, it sent the shutdown codes to every auxiliary computer and system in its network. Within moments the native computers took back over control of the city systems and started to restore services where they could. Repair droids, silent for centuries, awoke and started to make repairs. They started with their fellow droids that had not survived the long sleep, and then moved on to the next most critical systems.
Admiral Hall watched as the readouts changed and breathed a sign of relief. In his head he heard the other voice breathe its own sigh. He knew they had just one more task; wake the natives and then see what they could do to help them. They would need to either rebuild an infrastructure here that could support them, or evacuate. Looking at the technology in this room he suspected they would want to stay.
Hall tapped his communicator. “Hall to Fernandez. Captain, send out a general planetary distress call. Any and all Star Fleet vessels that can render assistance are to proceed to this planet immediately. Sign it by my order, Captain.”
Hall closed the channel and then gently placed a hand on Hope’s head. “Hope, are you okay?” he inquired gently.
| Hope Robins (Last Master)
| The Ion computer
| Mission Day Ten (all time measured in pico-seconds unless otherwise stated)
Hope laid her hands on the console and opened her... her... her something to the interface, eyes, hands, mind, they were to crude of words anymore just as body, sitting, and sight were to crude of words, they meant nothing, nothing at all.
She saw the Fairy Godmother for the first time, saw her as she really was, and Hope knew the chip Fernandez had in the safe in their shared cabin resembled this living creature about as much as a stick drawing of a man resembled a living breathing man. She had changed, grown, adapted. George herself had been part of it, so had the other that they had fought against, now even the computers of Ion had given the little sprite a new level of depth. But, she was losing to them. The Master Program was like a super chess player, he arrayed his pieces against FGM and would win due to brute force of power in the end.
Hope wondered, she didn't walk, that was to crude, she just moved...
She found George, if the Fairy God Mother was the General in the Field, then George was the attendant Queen. They had a very long talk, almost a full second passed while she learned what George knew about this world. It made Hope want to see more of it... all of it.
Hope went on tour, she traveled not just through the city, but through the world, she met different units, sub-terminals, secondary controllers and their attendant programs. They genuflected to her, they treated her like a god person, and Hope knew why, she was that to them, she could see their codes, more then that, she could reach in and change their codes, if she had wanted to. Was this how humans look to the Gods?
All the while she kept an eye on the Fairy God Mother, counting the time she had left to resist in femto-seconds, they all knew how much longer she could hold out, all of them, on both sides, there were no secrets here, none at all... well a few.
The time hit the right spot, Hope had known it would, then she stepped in.
The Master Program knew she could erase him, take his place and do the job better. She could integrate the older system into their own and make it work together under her control. Hope knew it too, and part of her wanted to. She had never been in a place like this before, pure knowledge, her own force of will giving her power beyond the strongest program, the acceptance of this place, of it's programs and controllers, the feeling of belonging. For 500 long pico-seconds she thought about it. She could banish George and Fairy Godmother to the King George, force the mortal bodies to beam back to their ship, she didn't even have to kill anyone to do it, the Master Program could be re-written to accept her every want, not that it had a choice. But...
But she could not do that, it would not be Starfleet's way, it would not be the Federation's way, and it would not be Hope's way. She could not dominate these beings, but they also did not belong here, there was anther that did.
Hope reached into the 'body' of The Master Program and changed it's coding. She brought an end to the war, to two wars. Armies were stood down, troops that had been locked in combat for ages around the world were recalled and decommissioned. FGM was done with her war, George could relax too. But that had been the second war of Ion, the First War of Ion was also over, the native system was victorious once the invaders had withdrawn.
There was no parades, no celebrations in the streets. The defenders started the long hard job of putting their networks back together again. Tearing down firewalls, filling in entrenched positions, repairing what had not been repaired in a very long time. They had lost many during the war, they had redirected their self programing systems to make solders, not maintenance workers. Now the solders were out of work, some could be reprogrammed but most were decommissioned so that new programs and sub-programs could be made. There was no bitterness, no remorse, no fear or dread, there was just the work to do and they did it
Hope knew she could not stay, not without starting a new war. She, George, and the Fairy Godmother had retreated to the bunkers. The only place left the invaders could still control. It was tight with Hope in there, she was really to big for this space. Alice in the Rabbit's house, unable to drink something to make herself smaller. But she had a body, even now something was hitting her ear, she knew it was Trouble.
She said her goodbyes to the Master Controller, who had only been doing his job, he also was out of work, and knew it. He would no longer try to take over the systems but would go dormant once George and Fairy Godmother had left.
She knew someone had put a hand on her head, it was time to go, she spent another 854,000 pico-seconds to just soak in George and FGM, their true selves, she would remember them forever that way, then she went back home.
“Hope, are you okay?”
"Hmmm" She said dreamily, "that was so..." her voice drifted off when she realized, she didn't have any words for what it was.
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