Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Dec 26, 2021 23:30:18 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Front Ear - Spotty Alibi]
Unlike his older self, Cerjess had not felt the need to attend the memorial. Public displays of emotion always seemed so fake to him, and were more often than not an insult to those they were supposedly remembering. So he stayed in his quarters, bottle of brandy in hand, reading through the public access Starfleet files on those lost during that mission. It was all he could do to remember them, as he hadn't known any of them personally.
When his message pad went off, he almost ignored it, but curiosity got the better of him. A 'real memorial'? What the hell was that supposed to mean? The chosen location and hidden sender only piqued his curiosity more, and before he was even fully aware of having made the decision to go, he was putting away the bottle and making himself look somewhat presentable.
When he entered the bar, he noticed Shavan joining Ic at a booth, and decided to let them have a moment of privacy. He recognized Mila, only barely, and gave her a nod of greeting as he stopped at the bar to order a Saurian brandy on the rocks.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Dec 26, 2021 23:38:36 GMT
[Elder Cerjess Miren - Front Ear - Replimat --> Spotty Alibi]Regardless of whatever Kova's motivations had been for joining him, the elder Cerjess had been grateful for her company. During their brief conversation over a meal, he'd done his best not to say or do anything that might make her uncomfortable. He wasn't entirely sure he'd succeeded, as he had enough problems knowing what his face was doing when he was sober. But she didn't suddenly come up with an excuse to leave, so he assumed he was at least getting better at it than he had when he first came out of the Ellipse. All too soon, the time approached for him to join the others in the Alibi. "Thank you, Kova. It was nice not being alone for awhile." Rising from the table, he was pleased that the combination of food and water had negated some effects of his inebriation, and after returning his tray to the replicator he started on his way to the Spotty Alibi, not looking to see if she was following or not. It shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone present that his first stop was at the bar, where he stood next to his younger self and looked at the bartender. "Make that two." Some tastes never changed.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Dec 27, 2021 3:12:31 GMT
{Quoted Post(s)} [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - Front Ear - Observation Lounge]Any excuse to not be in the same room as Admiral Ellis was good enough for her to take it. Hearing Eliska question, she knew this would be one of those times that the other woman wouldn't leave her side until she knew Syl was alright. So after ordering a cocktail - they had half an hour, after all - she turned to her with a more genuine smile. "Sure. My place is closer." Both to the Lounge, and the Alibi. She really hoped the grumpy Trill wasn't bartending today...
Tag Eliska Bremmer [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Observation Lounge, Front Ear Station ]Seeing Syl smile, really smile, was a relief for Eliska. She knew the pilot well enough to know she was in a truly rough place, and that this was one time when she would be there for her as long as was needed. With fresh drinks in hand, and time aplenty in front of them, Bremmer raised her glass in a salute and took a sip. "Sounds good... but I guess that's one uniform I can't really leave there, is it?"Given the amount of time they spent in each other's company, both had started keeping some small things in each other's quarters. A duty uniform, some civvies, a few toiletries, just the essentials. "And the Alibi, it's been a while since we've been there, isn't it?"
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Dec 28, 2021 5:40:15 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Spotty Alibi, Front Ear Station ] Kova wasn't entirely certain why she had opted to stay. She could have just seen the elder Cerjess to the replimat to make certain that he made it safely. Yet, she did sit and she did converse. The topics they spoke about were light and conversational. It was as if, he knew exactly how to talk to Kova without making her feel the need to withdraw. It gave a bit more credence to his story, not that Kova doubted it. Though, if she allowed her imagination to explore the notion, she could see how some version of her would have fallen for tolerated Cerjess. As their time came to an end, Cerjess thanked her for her company, stating that it had been nice to not be alone. Kova didn't respond immediately. It was as if she were searching for an apt reply. "It was," she said simply. After they made their way to the Spotty Alibi, Kova paused at the door, debating whether to join the growing party at the bar. Finally, she followed in his wake with some reluctance, leaving just a bit of space between herself and the others. When asked what she desired to drink, she took a moment before finally settling on a drink. "The wheat beer." Clearly, Kaya's affinity for the beverage had begun to grow on her, or at the very least wouldn't compromise her senses while she was there.
[NPC - Zyri Zh'raal - Promenade --> Spotty Alibi, Front Ear Station ] Zyri had been on her way to the Spotty Alibi, when an unexpected sight caught her eye. She found herself frozen by the image, and didn't move as she watched the two of them together. Her imagination had done it's best to recall what it must have been like, but she found herself watching her 'parents'... well, her father and Kova, at the replimat. Somehow, seeing it in the flesh proved that her imagination had not done it any true justice. She watched as they left and made their way to the Spotty Alibi. When she entered herself, she could see most of them currently huddled at the bar. She took a deep breath and moved in that direction as well, casually settling herself between her father and Kova. "So... what have I missed?" she asked, first looking at Kova and then towards her father.
Tag: Syl O'Connell (Elder Cerjess)
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Dec 29, 2021 17:19:00 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - Front Ear - Observation Lounge]Syl took a sip of her cocktail, watching as the others gradually filed out of the room. "You could always come back for it later," she answered with a shrug. Dress uniform or not, it was a waste of time for Eliska to go several decks out of the way just to change. "It has been... though I'm sure nothing's changed."[25 minutes later - The Spotty Alibi] It hadn't taken the women long to finish their drinks and stop by the pilot's quarters to change into more comfortable clothes. Syl had grabbed a pair of loose-fitting pants and a tank top, taking her hair out of the painful bun and leaving it loose. Then they were off again, rejoining the others at the next bar. She leaned against the counter to wait for the bartender to have a free moment, her gaze sweeping across those already gathered. Seemed like almost everyone on the recipient list had arrived already. Plus one or two. Whatever this was about, it was bound to be at least slightly more interesting the formal memorial.
Tag Eliska Bremmer
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Dec 29, 2021 17:29:16 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Front Ear - Spotty Alibi]Cerjess looked down as a too-familiar voice spoke from beside him, ordering the same thing he had. The bartender glanced between them a couple times as he poured the drinks and set the glasses in front of them. Without a word, Cerjess picked up his and crossed over to the only other person who seemed to be by themselves. "Hey... it's Mila, right? Cerjess Miren." He offered his hand to the Bolian, desperately hoping that he was right in thinking they hadn't officially met before. It wouldn't be the first time he didn't remember working with someone. Tag Thea Baker [Elder Cerjess Miren - Front Ear - Spotty Alibi]As the younger Trill walked away without a word, Cerjess sighed softly to himself. But he didn't have time to dwell on the issue before he heard Zyri speak from beside him and turned to offer her a smile. "Oh, nothing really. We just had a bite to eat on the way over. Just got here ourselves." He wanted to ask her where she had been, why she had left the Observation Lounge without saying anything, but he was trying to be better about respecting she was an adult now. It was hard for him though, wanting to protect her from all the dangers that came with life outside the Ellipse that she had never had to worry about before. It was another reason he was grateful Kova helped keep an eye on the hybrid, regardless of what her reasons for doing so might be. Tag Kova Sh'qaleq
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Dec 29, 2021 17:55:30 GMT
[ Mila - Spotty Alibi] As the bar began to fill with familiar faces, Mila no longer felt guilty for being here early. Appreciating the look of solidarity that she received from Ic Arbrell, before returning the greeting from Shavan. People that she knew yet didn't and given their shared experience in the Ellipse, perhaps that could now change. She was a friendly show, even if her time on the Mac had turned into something, that had changed all of them in some way. Then came the nod from Cerjess Miren as he approached the bar and Mila smiled in his direction. It wasn't difficult to notice that his elder self appeared not long after along with Kova and Zyri the young woman who they had also rescued. They were soon followed by Syl and Eliska, Mila greeted them silently before the younger Cerjess moved away from his older self and engaged her in conversation. " Yes it's Mila and pleased to meet you properly Cerjess, despite the circumstances that we find ourselves in" she replied softly as she shook his hand. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all, especially now that she might find herself with a potential friend.
tag Syl O'Connell, softs to the others
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Dec 30, 2021 17:23:14 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - The Spotty Alibi]
Removing the dress uniform was like removing the last restraint. Felicity walked into the Alibi in her off-duty uniform of black leggings and vest, and gestured at the grumpy Trill proprietor. He nodded once, then activated the shutter of the dingy dive bar. Outside a holographic neon sign would state:
CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION.
She was under no illusion that these people would be surprised over the identity of the person who had sent that message. She hadn't needed it to be clever, she'd just needed it to be enough to coax this select few into attending.
Felicity stood at the bar, her back against it as she looked out at the small gathering; noting who had come, and who had come together. There were some present she had not invited, and a few who had obviously, silently declined. There might be one or two ostensibly missing, though she had taken the time to speak to several previously. Satisfied that there were enough here to ensure she wouldn't have to repeat herself to any stragglers, she slapped her palm off the bar and began.
"As I'm sure you're all already aware, Command have denied our requests to return to the Ellipse." A glass of whiskey appeared beside her, then Jorzar Kehl, having ensured everyone had received their drinks order, disappeared through a door behind the bar. "I'm going to do something about that. If you don't want to hear what that something will be, then I'll need you to leave right now. If you leave now you can tell anyone who asks that this was an informal crew send-off. It won't be a lie and you won't be able to get anyone in trouble."
She picked up her glass and took a sip, waiting. The whiskey was terrible. She gave them the time it took for the pipe cleaner to burn its way down her throat, her chest and into her stomach before she continued.
"When the opportunity next presents itself, I will be ordering the USS Mac off-course. At first the crew won't think anything of it, but eventually there will be questions asked and there will be consequences. There will be a drop-off point and that is where I will deposit the majority of the crew. I will make a show of needing to keep specific personnel against their will. That will be where you lot come in."
She drained the rest of her glass. Her shoulders were squared, her back straight, everything about her suggested she'd broker no argument. "You will all lodge official objections. You will all log that you are under duress. There is no need for any of you to end your careers over this. Make no mistake, if we manage to make it out of that place for a second time, you will find yourself under intense scrutiny from Starfleet. You may find your advancement blocked. You may be reassigned. But you'll get to stay."
Felicity knew what she was saying. But she'd turned this over and over in her mind for weeks; every night for hours until one day cycle melded into another. To her, there was no other way she could play this. She'd fall on her own sword. She'd do it with a smile and a middle-finger.
"There will be other risks for you. Apart from what we face in the Ellipse, every one of you will need to find a way to prepare the ship and to put together a plan to get us in, to get our people, and then to get us all back out again."
Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, and she stared at a filthy, stained spot up there for a few moments. "You have the floor."
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Dec 31, 2021 2:49:47 GMT
{Quoted Post(s)} [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - Front Ear - Observation Lounge]Syl took a sip of her cocktail, watching as the others gradually filed out of the room. "You could always come back for it later," she answered with a shrug. Dress uniform or not, it was a waste of time for Eliska to go several decks out of the way just to change. "It has been... though I'm sure nothing's changed."[25 minutes later - The Spotty Alibi] It hadn't taken the women long to finish their drinks and stop by the pilot's quarters to change into more comfortable clothes. Syl had grabbed a pair of loose-fitting pants and a tank top, taking her hair out of the painful bun and leaving it loose. Then they were off again, rejoining the others at the next bar. She leaned against the counter to wait for the bartender to have a free moment, her gaze sweeping across those already gathered. Seemed like almost everyone on the recipient list had arrived already. Plus one or two. Whatever this was about, it was bound to be at least slightly more interesting the formal memorial.
Tag Eliska Bremmer [Felicity Ellis - The Spotty Alibi]Removing the dress uniform was like removing the last restraint. Felicity walked into the Alibi in her off-duty uniform of black leggings and vest, and gestured at the grumpy Trill proprietor. He nodded once, then activated the shutter of the dingy dive bar. Outside a holographic neon sign would state: CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION.She was under no illusion that these people would be surprised over the identity of the person who had sent that message. She hadn't needed it to be clever, she'd just needed it to be enough to coax this select few into attending. Felicity stood at the bar, her back against it as she looked out at the small gathering; noting who had come, and who had come together. There were some present she had not invited, and a few who had obviously, silently declined. There might be one or two ostensibly missing, though she had taken the time to speak to several previously. Satisfied that there were enough here to ensure she wouldn't have to repeat herself to any stragglers, she slapped her palm off the bar and began. "As I'm sure you're all already aware, Command have denied our requests to return to the Ellipse." A glass of whiskey appeared beside her, then Jorzar Kehl, having ensured everyone had received their drinks order, disappeared through a door behind the bar. "I'm going to do something about that. If you don't want to hear what that something will be, then I'll need you to leave right now. If you leave now you can tell anyone who asks that this was an informal crew send-off. It won't be a lie and you won't be able to get anyone in trouble."She picked up her glass and took a sip, waiting. The whiskey was terrible. She gave them the time it took for the pipe cleaner to burn its way down her throat, her chest and into her stomach before she continued. "When the opportunity next presents itself, I will be ordering the USS Mac off-course. At first the crew won't think anything of it, but eventually there will be questions asked and there will be consequences. There will be a drop-off point and that is where I will deposit the majority of the crew. I will make a show of needing to keep specific personnel against their will. That will be where you lot come in."She drained the rest of her glass. Her shoulders were squared, her back straight, everything about her suggested she'd broker no argument. "You will all lodge official objections. You will all log that you are under duress. There is no need for any of you to end your careers over this. Make no mistake, if we manage to make it out of that place for a second time, you will find yourself under intense scrutiny from Starfleet. You may find your advancement blocked. You may be reassigned. But you'll get to stay."Felicity knew what she was saying. But she'd turned this over and over in her mind for weeks; every night for hours until one day cycle melded into another. To her, there was no other way she could play this. She'd fall on her own sword. She'd do it with a smile and a middle-finger. "There will be other risks for you. Apart from what we face in the Ellipse, every one of you will need to find a way to prepare the ship and to put together a plan to get us in, to get our people, and then to get us all back out again."Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, and she stared at a filthy, stained spot up there for a few moments. "You have the floor."
Tags: All. [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Observation Lounge, Front Ear Station ]Going back for her dress uniform at some point was pretty much a guarantee for Eliska. Given the amount of time they spent in each other's company, it would be impossible to lay bets as to whether she would collect it herself or if Syl would be bringing it by at some point. Not that it mattered one bit. But what did matter was how it felt like, though, was the weight that seemed to lift off of both of their shoulders when they left the Observation Lounge to go and get changed. [ Later, at the Spotty Alibi ]Just like Syl, Eliska tended to dress casually when off-duty, a pair of comfortable slacks and a Henley-style shirt and vest that were very much like what she would have worn back home on her family's farm. However, where Syl freed her hair (and very nice hair that was, if she was any judge - although she was certainly biased!), she kept hers in its braid. And the Alibi, closed for a 'private function' or not, was as dingy as ever. And now that the Promenade was her regular beat, she was spending more time then she cared to in that bar for duty reasons, to the point that, as a rule, she didn't much care to head back that way on her own time. But this was different all right, and before long she was leaning up against the bar next to Syl, waiting for explanations, and drinks. Because, backwater country bumpkin or not, Eliska Bremmer could recognize a clandestine meeting; especially since of the attendees, she could identify folk who'd been there within the Ellipse and had been forced to abandon the other Mac. And then, just as Syl's drink and her own arrived, Commander Ellis started to give her explanation for this gathering. They were going back, against orders no less. For all intents and purposes, there they were fomenting mutiny. By rights, she should tap her commbadge under her vest and get a team in there right now. But she didn't. She couldn't. Because she agreed with everything she was hearing. And, the measures that Ellis herself would be taking to shield them from reprisals. And when the floor was opened, Eliska took her untouched glass of something the bartender claimed was vodka and she raised it towards the senior officer... who wasn't entirely here in her persona as their XO. "Denn wer nicht kämpft, hat schon verloren[fn]Because who does not fight, has already lost, in German[/fn]," she said as a matter of a toast before taking a sip. "We'll need to find a reason to thin out the Security team on Mac," she started. "Lower decks talk, and there's plenty who didn't like how things ended last time, but there's also enough who think Command got it right to keep us out. Enough to make real trouble if they get wind of this."
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Dec 31, 2021 18:14:20 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Spotty Alibi, Front Ear Station ] There seemed to be an almost juvenile intrigue in Zyri's curiosity about the time that Kova and Cerjess had spent together. The girl's father answered honestly, but as Kova expected, he didn't seem to inquire as to her her motives for the inquisition. Perhaps it was something that needed to be addressed sooner than later. Though, Kova didn't have the opportunity as Felicity Ellis spoke to the reason that they had all been gathered. Kova respected the junior Ellis woman. She was capable and had played a large role in engineering their extraction from Caledonia via the Gorgon. However, the more the woman spoke, Kova could see the parallels of the woman's mother. They may insist that there was a difference in how they acted, but both seemed more than willing to manipulate the situation to suit their desires. She seemed to have erected a rather elaborate plan, to recruit as well as expend the crew of the Mac when it became necessary. There was also the fact that the woman had yet to call her out for being there. Perhaps it was another Ellis trait of not desiring to share the spotlight. "Why not decrease the number of variables aboard the ship altogether?" Kova suggested. "As Executive officer, I would think that you could impress upon your Captain the need to evaluate the crew's performance... likely in different combinations?" It was a suggestion that Kova was confident that Ellis would be able to read. Whether or not it suited the woman's scripted morals was the question. Besides, she was already going to defy orders. Did the manner in how it was done truly matter as long as the job was done? "As for going off course... a legitimate reason can always come to fruition," said Kova. Though, this time, her words were far more cryptic. If a reason to go off course was needed, Kova could certainly construct one that was damned near identical to authentic. Yet, there was also the possibility that this would be the point Ellis would ask the Andorian to take her leave.
[NPC - Zyri Zh'raal - Promenade --> Spotty Alibi, Front Ear Station ] The young hybrid seemed to only smile at the mention of her father and Kova spending time together. It wasn't that she was expecting the pieces of what she considered family to fall together, but it was nice to have an idea of what that would actually look like. It was something she had been robbed of seeing her entire life. If it was something she could witness for only a short window of time... if only for now, what was the harm in that. Her attention fell in line with the others as Commander Ellis began to talk. It didn't take Zyri long to realize exactly what she was suggestion. The idea of returning to the Ellipse and helping the others escape as well. In all honesty, Zyri could have just as easily have still been there. Now, she couldn't help but feel a tad guilty for having escaped at all without the rest of them. It was certainly something she wanted to remedy. As the floor was opened for suggestions, Zyri didn't offer any, but instead listened as the others contributed to the discussion.
Tag: Felicity Ellis , Syl O'Connell (Elder Cerjess) Softies: to other Ellipsers
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jan 1, 2022 7:34:04 GMT
[ Ensign Ic Arbrell — The Spotty Alibi] He felt the approach of teal before the man even walked through the door. Shifting sensations of subtleties marked him in Ic’s peripheries, growing stronger but rarely clearer as he watched Shavan, finally in view. All the organs in his chest reminded him he should have gotten a drink preemptively, and to hell with wise decisions when it came to those who’d been through the Ellipse. To hell with everything if it was a trick of some kind, too, but all elaboration toward rationale for that one vanished entirely when the real reason he should have already gotten a drink slipped into the other side of the booth. Unwise decisions had already been made. Ic didn’t any help with those, positioning himself alone and available. It was just that he’d believed he would have to be the one who broke the ice, later, after scrounging the nerve up from everyone else in attendance. He didn’t think for a moment about complaining, though. Ic rearranged slightly to accommodate the crowding of his self-consciousness with his body’s emphatic betrayal of emotion. A lean toward Shavan against the table, elbows tucked in, all of him helplessly pink, the guilt of avoiding him for so long was almost forgotten in the undeserved solace of being near him again. “Hate what?” Ic asked, wrestling with tone to keep a veneer of casualness and cool. He’d never managed cool in his life. “Not having enough information about cryptic invitations to dive bars, or your drink?”Commander Ellis arrived to detail the pretense of their gathering a moment later. Ic listened with a clearly split focus, black eyes steadily on Shavan through every surrealistic word with a vague little smile, glad for the chance already to shove his stupidity down. He liked the plan. Well, most of it. He didn’t think it was right for the Commander to take responsibility for it, but he never really did understand these command types very well. It was really too bad it wouldn’t be believable if he took her place there. Ic was pretty certain he’d make a better fall guy than he did a Starfleet officer, and it might have showed. “...what do you think?” Shavan Th'zhaar
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jan 1, 2022 22:45:46 GMT
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