L'Sho
Civilian
Primary Eggplant
Posts: 60 Likes: 4
Position: Talorian Ambassador to the UFP
Species: Talorian
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Post by L'Sho on Dec 28, 2021 21:10:36 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] It hadn't exactly been her intention to follow. In fact, she hadn't found herself conscious of the decision until L'Sho himself had voiced it. And then, she began to question his motives. It made sense that she would come along to navigate and guide him through the Jefferies tubes. However, his insistence that she lead the way. As she knelt down next the opening, she crawled past him. There was a momentary pause as she had moved just ahead of him, and was just adjacent to L'Sho's head. The Andorian glanced back, curious exactly where the ambassador's attention currently rested upon. Kova blinked, reminding herself that they had an objective to meet. "This way," Kova announced. "We should be able to navigate to the correct for at the next juncture about twenty-five meters up ahead." The Andorian then proceeded to crawl forward, in the lead. It was around twenty meters that they met the first forcefield impeding their progress. Kova pulled the panel away on the wall and within a few seconds had managed to get the field to drop. She then motioned for L'Sho to follow as she led the rest of the way. [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Jefferies tubes]The close proximity was a problem for more than one reason. It was cramped in the tubes, and as unpleasant as L'Sho thought it would be. He already thought of the station as a metal coffin, twirling around the vibrant jungle planet. But these tubes within, providing passage and routes that reached the tips of the Front Ear like blood vessels dispersed throughout a body, were even more confined. Add to those conditions an unknown virus threatening them all, and an attractive, capable Andorian within arm's reach and the Ambassador considered that he may have something of a problem. At the moment she looked back he was looking straight at her, and his glowing eyes met hers. But as soon as she began to crawl and presented that most interesting view, his stare went elsewhere, and everywhere. It was all at once a welcome distraction from the enclosed space, and also an unwelcome one. He did not bother to avert his gaze, however, and when she stopped to speak again she likely would have noticed his open appreciation. When she motioned to follow again, he did. While they journeyed the remainder of the way to the Storage and tackled the ladder that would lead them to the appropriate floor, he remained silent, but when they drew closer to their exit, he saw fit to question her. "How is it you came to have these skills?" He might have used her name, but he did not know it. He hopped from the final rung of the ladder, landing within arm's reach of her. "I do not imagine that the humans would be too pleased at your liberal application of them."Amber eyes stared, unblinking, intense. He was leaning in closer, his body seemingly demanding an answer to his question with each inch closed between them.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Dec 28, 2021 21:21:28 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]Her team effectively formed a perimeter, their backs to the combatants so they could control the gathering crowd if need be. Jovireh kept her phaser in her hand, but at her side, as her gaze swept around the betters. A small smirk played across her features when she heard Lochi placing his own. "Good choice," she assured him. Nork was holding his own longer than she had expected, but she knew first-hand what L'Vysh'ta was capable of. Her gaze turned back to the duel, and she felt a bit of lightheadedness with the movement. A deep breath to steady herself only made it worse, and she briefly closed her eyes against the swimming station around her. When she opened them, she saw one of the security personnel across from her tumbling forward and collapsing to the deck. Those who knelt to check on him ended up in an unconscious heap. What was going on? Jovireh took a step, and stumbled to her knees, and then everything went dark.
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Lochi Areinnye
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 21 Likes: 0
Rank: Ensign
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human/Romulan Hybrid
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Post by Lochi Areinnye on Dec 28, 2021 22:48:42 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]Her team effectively formed a perimeter, their backs to the combatants so they could control the gathering crowd if need be. Jovireh kept her phaser in her hand, but at her side, as her gaze swept around the betters. A small smirk played across her features when she heard Lochi placing his own. "Good choice," she assured him. Nork was holding his own longer than she had expected, but she knew first-hand what L'Vysh'ta was capable of. Her gaze turned back to the duel, and she felt a bit of lightheadedness with the movement. A deep breath to steady herself only made it worse, and she briefly closed her eyes against the swimming station around her. When she opened them, she saw one of the security personnel across from her tumbling forward and collapsing to the deck. Those who knelt to check on him ended up in an unconscious heap. What was going on? Jovireh took a step, and stumbled to her knees, and then everything went dark. [Ensign Lochi Areinnye - Promenade - Front Ear Station]A plume of smoke erupted from his nostrils as she praised his bet. He smirked, dropping the remnants of the cigarette to his feet as it was exterminated in a soft step. Grey eyes didn't watch the fight, but rather focused on her. This angel of war had dominated the current situation from the moment she was put on the case. Truly she was a sight to behold. But, something was wrong.
What was once a proud, regal stance developed into a light sway. She moved as if she began to feel lightheaded. Before he could ask if she was alright, bodies began dropping around them. And then she fell onto her knees. "Jovireh!" he exclaimed, dropping down to her as he pulled her in tightly. And that was when he began to feel it as well. Mass sedation. Probably a gas being pumped throughout the Promenade, if not the entirety of the station. His chin rested on the top of her head as he laid down slowly, taking her with him to ensure she didn't hit her head in the collapse.
"Träum schön, mein engel." he whispered, the world fading to comfortable blackness around him.
Tag: Jovireh Velal
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Dec 29, 2021 2:15:00 GMT
[T’Laara - Promenade]
“Nork! Nork! Nork!”
The chants increased in volume, T’Laara’s voice with them. She watched the fight with rapt attention, gaze darting between her Nork and the challenger in an attempt to take in every fast, fluid movement.
As such, her awareness of the falling security officers was peripheral, delayed.
She moved to cover her mouth and nose, intending to call out a warning to Nork, but it was too late. Feeling faint, she started to reach for him, but the action was abandoned halfway through. Instead, she stumbled back.
Darkness overtook her vision, and she fell to the floor.
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Jem Sparkles
Civilian
Posts: 48 Likes: 0
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Drag Queen
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Jem Sparkles on Dec 29, 2021 11:30:16 GMT
[Outside Delirium - Promenade] Well this was certainly proving to be more entertaining than anything that had happened previously or so Jem believed as Nork began to retaliate. Who knew a fight could be so exhilarating and heart pounding, before Brack approached to take her bet. " You know me so well Brack, add an extra five strips for that lovely compliment that you just gave me" Jem replied as her ego inflated even further with a smile to match. Whilst she didn't begrudge anyone the opportunity to bet against the worthy winner, Jem was happy with what she had done. Returning her attention to Nork and L'Vysh'ta (so that was her name), Jem resumed her chanting and encouragement towards the Vulcan. Never once wavering with her belief that he would be the Victor, that's until something strange began to happen. Looking around as people started to fall to the ground, Jem wondered what was going on before realisation hit. There was one word uttered and that was " Oh" as her head swam and her eyes became heavy. The rest of her soon followed as she unceremoniously hit the ground with her wig coming off in the process.
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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 29, 2021 21:22:07 GMT
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Promenade, Front Ear Station ] L'Vyshta was nearly disappointed by the overly defensive exchange from Nork. She had expected at least somewhat of a fight from him after what she had seen of the station's current Security Chief, Jovireh Velal. She had at least challenged L'Vysh'ta and her belief that pacifism had made the Federation week. Nork was reinforcing those earlier belief, suggesting that the Romulan hybrid was more of an anomaly than anything else. And then, the Vulcan's tactics changed. He went on the offensive, modifying his strategy. In fact, his style of attack seemed like a modified style of her own. She felt one of her blows blocked, and an instance where her own momentum had been used against her, leaving her open to attack from a flurry of kicks. To stand and oppose would only do more damage. L'Vysh'ta continued forward, curling into a ball, as her momentum helped her to roll and moved her back to her feet, putting a bit of distance between them. So, this was his game? To watch and learn. L'Vysh'ta smirked, welcoming the challenge. She inched her way closer to Nork, this time not telegraphing her movements as before. This time, she was more subtle in her delivery, as she ignored the chants and bids made on the fight. Such a strange culture this was... looking to profit from the demise of the participants. As if life could be reduced to a sum of financial compensation. It would serve them right to lose their riches right along with the life of their champion. L'Vysh'ta's next set of volleys were designed to keep Nork busy and possibly deliver an opening. A strike low, then high... high and then low... a swift kick to the middle, all while looking for a careless strike or block that she could exploit, and bind into a hold. While submission and mercy weren't options, the Talorian would gladly settle for inflicting agonizing pain and choking the life out of the Vulcan with each passing second. [Ensign Nork - Promenade]Nork had no idea what the Talorian had to smirk about, but his own grin in return was almost feral, and not a look any Vulcan ever wore particularly well. She began to fight like an individual who had the power of forethought. Perhaps her people were not as dim as she seemed. The dance drew out into something else. Nork's opponent began to present something a little tougher; less obvious, and he found the need to pick up his previously relaxed pace. He blocked the more careful strikes, though once or twice her testing blows got through his disciplined Suus Manha blocking stances. It was during one such testing blow that he returned with a hit to the gut - a smack with his outer wrist. In a human he would have aimed for the solar plexus, but again he was not familiar with the Talorian physiology, and the hit did not appear to land. The following kick to his middle, however, was effective. He stumbled backward, a little winded. Not wishing to give her time to press her advantage, he jumped to his left, his shoulder hitting the ground as he tucked his head and rolled. He was back on his feet with an impressive show of agility, that was quite ruined by the sudden dizzy spell. The Vulcan reached a hand up toward his temple, and held up the other toward L'Vysh'ta in useless entreaty. "No! No, this cannot be..." He breathed, before his eyes rolled up into his head and he crumpled gracelessly to the cold floor. Meanwhile Brack the Legendary, pleased that a few more randomers were placing bets on the Talorian and helping him to even up his books, had become distracted by a very faint hissing. Ignoring the noises of the fight and the crowd, the Ferengi glanced upward, and then started screaming. "Curse you, Starfleet! You buzzkills! Thieves of commerce! Fun pirates!"Having a little more notice than some of the others, Brack managed to find himself a comfortable spot, saving himself a possible head or worse - ear injury. He curled up in a ball, still protesting, next to the Chief of Security and her half-naked boyfriend who smelled strangely.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (L'Vysh'ta)
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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 29, 2021 21:23:30 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - CMO's Office, Sickbay]"Following the Promenade and most of the habitat decks, the anaesthezine cocktail that Ensign Hathos put together was distributed to the populated areas of the Station. We managed to get warnings out to most, with the exception of the violent clusters. We estimate that most of our people were unconscious for approximately 11 hours and 23 minutes, and should now be awake. I'm advised that many will be feeling some after-effects, such as stiffness and a headache, caused by dehydration.
Personally, this is one of the worst hangovers I've had in some time. There isn't much time for us to rest, unfortunately. While we have managed to outlast the nanovirus' infectious lifetime, we have, in the meantime, caused some damage to the Station and in some cases, to each other. There are some repairs to be made; of both the physical and emotional.
Teams have been dispatched to take care of the former. I fear no amount of counsellors can see to the latter.
- Computer, pause log, I'm going to be sick..."
Tags: Leanna Mazal , Jovireh Velal , Lochi Areinnye , Shavan Th'zhaar , Kaya Som , Kova Sh'qaleq , Rin Zakir
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Dec 29, 2021 22:06:36 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]Jovireh awoke to a pounding migraine even worse than those she experienced after the recent psionic assaults. A groan left her lips and she turned her head against the light filtering through her eyelids. Her cheek brushed against smooth skin, and she buried her face in the warmth... Until she realized the scent was far different from the subtle pheromones she'd been expecting. Her eyes opened to reveal the color of the skin was also quite different than she was used to... Confusion furrowed her brow, and she tilted her head back to see a still sleeping Lochi. Frantic to recall what had led up to her sleeping in the arms of a near-stranger, she slowly disentangled herself from him and sat up, only to bump into another body in the movement. A Ferengi? She did have a history of going home with strangers after a night of heavy drinking, but this was by far the strangest duo she had ever woken up to. Relieved to find that she was at least still fully dressed, she examined the state of her uniform. No tears, no blood... It was when she next looked up that she realized the three of them were on the floor of the Promenade. The events of that morning came rushing back to her. "Fvadt.[fn]Romulan expletive[/fn]" She needed to file the paperwork on everything that happened. And apologize to Commander Ellis for her own behavior. And talk to Lochi... None of those tasks seemed any less daunting than the others, so she decided to first check on her people who were gradually starting to wake up themselves. [30 minutes later - CSO's Office] After assisting those who were wounded get medical attention, and advising the confused civilians to spend the rest of the day in their homes, Jov finally made it to the privacy of her office. Her head was still pounding, so she replicated a mug of hot jestral tea before sitting at her desk and turning on the console. How the hell was she even supposed to begin writing this report? With a heavy sigh, she leaned back in her chair and picked up her personal message pad. Sender: SCPO Jovireh Velal Recipient: Ensign Lochi Areinnye
Dinner at my place tonight? There was no need to worry him by including "we should talk". Hopefully he was smart enough to know that. Setting the pad down, she turned her gaze back to the console in front of her, rocking her chair a little back and forth while she tried to think of what to write.
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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 30, 2021 0:13:44 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Kova was familiar with the sensation of being watched. However, this time it felt... different. It felt... enticing... euphoric... desired. She knew that she had L'Sho's attention, and that alone was invigorating. Though, his intrigue wasn't limited to her physique from what she could tell. His questions and interest revolved around her talents as well. He could see how gifted she was, and like any intelligent wielder of power, he desired to know how she had been allowed to exercise her talents seemingly unchecked. "My zhavey[fn]birth-mother[/fn] indulged the pursuit of my talents," Kova shared. "What the humans didn't teach at Starfleet Academy, I learned on my own." The distance between them closed, and Kova continued to stare into his glowing eyes. "As for their approval... let's just say we recently reached an understanding. They stay out of my way and I will remain out of there."To be as close as they were, and still desire to be closer.... "The storage bay is just through there," she said gesturing towards their exit. There was an alerting chime, from her comm-unit. Kova pulled it out and quickly examined it. "Starfleet will be releasing anesthezine, first on the promenade. Then, in areas throughout the rest of the station. We must hurry. Once we dull the systems, we can deal with the gas."[12 hours later....] There was a low groan that left the Andorian's lips. Her hand rose to brush away the ivory lochs that obscured her view. Slowly, Kova picked her head up and inspected her surroundings. She was back in her quarters... on her own couch. She shifted into a sitting position, noticing that her legs were bare. From the tips of her blue toes all the way up the long, bending blue stalks which disappeared beneath a dark sweater. Why was she there? She attempted to piece together the last moments she could remember, but how she'd come to be back in her quarters... that was the piece that was missing. "Computer... time?" she called out. She started to get to her feet, and could feel the residual dizziness she'd once felt after chasing Andorian ale with Saurian brandy. She shook her head, and after making certain her feet were firmly planted on the floor, she began to make her way to her bedroom. It was the best way to sort out the situation and determine if there was any lingering damage. "Lights," she mumbled. As her bedroom illuminated, the Andorian's eyes widened and a very rare scream escaped her lips.
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Promenade, Front Ear Station ] She could see the confusion etched so clearly upon his face. As he tried to adjust to her more obscure movements against him. There were a few blows that landed soundly, challenging the Vulcan. He rolled into an escape and then as he prepared to come at her again, a slight falter. L'Vysh'ta saw this as her chance. She rushed at him as he fell to the deck. There was no mercy. This was a fight to the death. She gripped a handful of his hair, lifting his skull up. She lifted her hand, prepared to deliver a blow with enough force to shatter even his Vulcan neck. Her hand rested above her head for only a second, when the wave of dizziness hit her. "What is this...? Deception?" She was puzzled, given the rumor that Vulcan did not lie. Clearly, another untruth spoken by the Federation. Her grip upon his head loosened as she began to tumble over, falling into a darkness of her own. [12 hours later....] She couldn't recall how long she had stood outside his door. She was torn and frozen. It did not bother her that she had failed. She owed him her heart, her life now forfeit. Yet, she did recall all the words she had spoken to him. How she had questioned his dedication to his line. Once words were spoken, they could not be taken back. L'Vysh'ta had no doubt of this. Her fate had been determined by her own lips. She only hoped that he would grant her the opportunity to recant the words that had been spoken without being tamed by her tongue. Finally, her hand rose to press the chime, and alert the Ambassador to her presence. She stood there... waiting... and waiting. Was he there? Perhaps he had taken a long swim in the park. Or would he simply not see her? "Federation computer, where is Ambassador L'Sho's current location?"
Tag: L'Sho , Felicity Ellis (Nork)
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Lochi Areinnye
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 21 Likes: 0
Rank: Ensign
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human/Romulan Hybrid
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Post by Lochi Areinnye on Dec 30, 2021 1:58:06 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]Jovireh awoke to a pounding migraine even worse than those she experienced after the recent psionic assaults. A groan left her lips and she turned her head against the light filtering through her eyelids. Her cheek brushed against smooth skin, and she buried her face in the warmth... Until she realized the scent was far different from the subtle pheromones she'd been expecting. Her eyes opened to reveal the color of the skin was also quite different than she was used to... Confusion furrowed her brow, and she tilted her head back to see a still sleeping Lochi. Frantic to recall what had led up to her sleeping in the arms of a near-stranger, she slowly disentangled herself from him and sat up, only to bump into another body in the movement. A Ferengi? She did have a history of going home with strangers after a night of heavy drinking, but this was by far the strangest duo she had ever woken up to. Relieved to find that she was at least still fully dressed, she examined the state of her uniform. No tears, no blood... It was when she next looked up that she realized the three of them were on the floor of the Promenade. The events of that morning came rushing back to her. "Fvadt.[fn]Romulan expletive[/fn]" She needed to file the paperwork on everything that happened. And apologize to Commander Ellis for her own behavior. And talk to Lochi... None of those tasks seemed any less daunting than the others, so she decided to first check on her people who were gradually starting to wake up themselves. [30 minutes later - CSO's Office] After assisting those who were wounded get medical attention, and advising the confused civilians to spend the rest of the day in their homes, Jov finally made it to the privacy of her office. Her head was still pounding, so she replicated a mug of hot jestral tea before sitting at her desk and turning on the console. How the hell was she even supposed to begin writing this report? With a heavy sigh, she leaned back in her chair and picked up her personal message pad. Sender: SCPO Jovireh Velal Recipient: Ensign Lochi Areinnye
Dinner at my place tonight? There was no need to worry him by including "we should talk". Hopefully he was smart enough to know that. Setting the pad down, she turned her gaze back to the console in front of her, rocking her chair a little back and forth while she tried to think of what to write. [Ensign Lochi Areinnye - Promenade - Front Ear Station]Slowly, Lochi came to. The first thing that hit him was the immense pain from his headache. The bright lights of the Promenade didn't help things either. Whoever put together that gas cocktail was going to get a very strongly worded message. After his head stopped feeling like it was in a vice. Running his hand from his head down to his neck, he felt another sharp pain on his skin. "Jovireh..." he whispered as the events of day slowly returned to him.
"Oh... Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no..." Standing to his feet, he rested a hand on his forehead, shielding himself from the overhead lights as he made his way to the turbolift. Luckily, his shirt was still in there. So, he made a quiet retreat back to his quarters.[30 minutes later - Lochi's Quarters]In the darkness of his quarters, he sat in a chair, staring out into the vastness of space. Smoke sat on his lap, curled up and purring. His fingers absentmindedly stroked the purring feline softly. A ping from his PADD informed him that he had received a message. Probably from the Department Head or Commanding Officer letting him know he was being transferred, or even worse; court marshalled. Exhaling slowly, he reached to the nearby table, picking the PADD up, looking at the message.
It was worse. A message from Jovireh...
He wanted to set the device down and crawl into bed without even reading it. Maybe after some sleep, it won't be so bad when he reads whatever it is that she sent him. But, instead, he opened the message, and much to his surprise, it was an invite for dinner at her quarters. Exhaling slowly, he responded. Sender: Ensign Lochi Areinnye Recipient: SCPO Jovireh Velal
[RE] Dinner at my place tonight?
Absolutely. Setting the device down, he picked Smoke off of his lap, the cat letting out a "prbbt" in protest. Holding the feline close to him as he stood up, he kissed the creature on the head before letting him hop down onto the bed. Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the shower, looking at himself in the mirror as the water took a few seconds to heat up. There was a rather gnarly bruise on his neck from where she bit him. He could easily go to Sickbay to rectify it, but that wasn't an incident report he was ready to fill out.
Time to break out a stylish turtleneck.
Tag: Jovireh Velal
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Jem Sparkles
Civilian
Posts: 48 Likes: 0
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Drag Queen
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Jem Sparkles on Dec 30, 2021 9:45:49 GMT
[Outside Delirium - Promenade, 12 Hrs Later]
As the gentle tug of consciousness tugged at her mind, Jem decided that she didn't want to wake up just yet. A few minutes more was all she would need before dealing with the outside and all that it brought with it. Her dreams had been downright bizarre and confusing. Images flashed before her and whilst she had recognised locations and people, it just didn't seem to add up. When her brain and body began to protest, Jem reluctantly opened her eyes, looking around, she gasped in surprise and shock.
Why was she outside Delirium and more importantly why was she on the floor?
Maybe her dreams had been reality or what other possible explanation could there be and then came a flush of embarrassment. A notion that usually followed if she had too much to drink and very much akin to a hangover. The embarrassment that she felt only increased as she spotted her wig not far from where she had clearly fell and praying that no one had seen it, reached out and grabbed it.
She rarely let anyone see her without a wig, mortified beyond words and hoping that she could slip away. Jem fought to get to her feet, trying her best to ignore the dizziness that came with it. The Drag Queen was likely fooling herself but with a pounding head, lots of instant remorse. Jem knew that she had to get to her dressing room at the Beta, in her mind it was the perfect place to hide until she could make herself look presentable and then plan from there.
Mind made up and with some slight stumbling, Jem slowly made her way along the Promenade.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Dec 30, 2021 16:11:37 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Shuttle Repair Bay 2] Shavan shifted as sensation returned, slowly becoming aware of the hard metal floor beneath bare skin. His eyes fluttered open, then shut against the bright light and sharp headache. An unfamiliar place, what felt like more than one body beside him, and a terrible hangover: clearly the remnants of a fun night. He was tempted to let unconsciousness claim him again… but wait… Sitting up suddenly, a soft groan escaped parched lips as his head spun. He opened his eyes fully, taking in his own nude form, Etienne Fournier lying beside him, and the interior of the shuttle bay. Shavan pushed a pink-skinned arm off him as he remembered— the Orunmila project, a virus and a station-wide emergency— shit. He stumbled to his feet with far less grace than usual, hastily reaching for a communicator to find out what was happening. And he should probably find his clothes… [40 minutes later] Shavan once again narrowed his eyes at the computer screen as he gave the mystery of the cloaked debris his full attention, trying to forget recent events and focus. While maybe not quite apologetic, his manner was more reserved than usual, and determined to work quickly. As would be detailed in a full report to Commander Ellis, more intensive layers of scans had just confirmed that the nanovirus had been embedded within the cloaked debris. The technology used to do so was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. And that meant that, while the virus may have already ran its course, whoever designed it was still out there and unknown. So unfortunately, the work here was far from over. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing up to make sure the rest of the team was still present. soft tag Rin Zakir Kaya Som Felicity Ellis
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Hathos
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 29 Likes: 1
Rank: Ensign
Position: Medical Officer
Species: Romulan
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Post by Hathos on Dec 30, 2021 16:58:00 GMT
[Ensign Hathos - Med-lab 2]
“Computer, resume log…” a deep sigh followed as the doctor held a cooling pad against the side of his head, dabbing his temples with it a couple times either side before returning it to the desk in front of him. “It has now been just short of twelve hours since i began distribution of Anesthizine to the promenade and other most violent areas of the station. Reports from ops and security have confirmed the majority of sedated individuals are awake or in the process of recovery, though it will likely be some time until the majority of starlet personal are back to complete functionality.”
Another beat passed in pause as Hathos began sipping at a mug of replicated tea, Yorkshire tea to be specific, with two sugars and some milk. “Though i am not a senior medical officer or an expert in epidemiology, i have continued study and work surrounding the virus to the best of my ability. Personal symptoms of the infection i estimate faded completely between four and five hours ago though it is difficult to tell, especially given the possible psychological side effects of being unable to hold back from impulses. It is possible that some continued to act out of character after the virus stopped affecting their brain functions however this would require a more in depth study by those more specialised in the field.” A slight groan left his lips followed by a heavy sigh, another sip of his tea and some heavy blinking of his eyes managed to snap him out of a very tired near day dream.
“Personal symptoms following the recovery include stiffness in muscles and joints, a pounding headache correlating to the sections of the brain affected by the infection, i have also been experiencing signs of fatigue and delayed reaction times however this will be likewise affected by the long day spent working through and after the outbreak. The gradual transition out of infection was… draining mentally and emotionally, i expect much of the station will require counselling however it is almost guaranteed near all of the personal not sedated will need it in order to get through some of the guilt of not knowing where the infection ended and their own choices began during the past twelve hours… Computer, pause log.”
A low growl left the Romulan’s lips as he clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth through a sudden relapse in a pounding around his head. “Bloody hell,” he muttered before taking another sip, trying to continue gentle breaths while he looked up from the display and around himself to the second medical lab on board front-ear station. The majority of tests and analysis being conducted was still taking place over in the primary lab, however things were far quieter there. Overall much of the medical staff had retreated to their personal accomodation in order to rest after a stressful event however Hathos had been rather stubborn in choosing to continue working, believing he could make up for it later, but for now he needed to make himself useful to lessen the blow of so much personal unable to contribute. The problem was though despite his fascination for Epidemiology, and the fact he dated an epidemiologist for a few terms back at the academy, it was not his specialised field.
However what he could do was try to collate the information he had come across during the infection and patterns which only revealed themselves after a longer period of analysis. “Computer, resume log… Current information and evidence gathered from scans and subject testimony provides some possible differences in the infection’s mutation depending on the afflicted species biology. Humans were seen to have the fastest rate of mutation, with some experiencing symptoms within a few seconds of contact with an individual or item that had traces of the virus. However in contrast, species such as Romulan and Vulcan showed a longer period of time before they experienced any sign of infection, some even lasting over an hour. However, likely due to the rigid cultural and social protocols of many Vulcans, they experienced the most severe and intense reactions to the impulses. Upn further consultation between scans of brain activity and statements by starfleet personnel, we may be able to catalogue more information on how the virus affected other species on board the station. Computer, pause log.”
Hathos wiped his brow again before pushing himself up from the desk. Slowly walking through the lab with eyes weighed down by exhaustion and a desperate need for more caffeine. While his voice was made deeper, slower and slightly rougher by his current condition he figured it important to keep track of his findings so far, as whatever hit them he doubted the creators of such a virus would let them off with only the first round… assuming it was destined for them.
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L'Sho
Civilian
Primary Eggplant
Posts: 60 Likes: 4
Position: Talorian Ambassador to the UFP
Species: Talorian
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Post by L'Sho on Dec 31, 2021 19:41:59 GMT
{Click to read} [ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Kova was familiar with the sensation of being watched. However, this time it felt... different. It felt... enticing... euphoric... desired. She knew that she had L'Sho's attention, and that alone was invigorating. Though, his intrigue wasn't limited to her physique from what she could tell. His questions and interest revolved around her talents as well. He could see how gifted she was, and like any intelligent wielder of power, he desired to know how she had been allowed to exercise her talents seemingly unchecked. "My zhavey[fn]birth-mother[/fn] indulged the pursuit of my talents," Kova shared. "What the humans didn't teach at Starfleet Academy, I learned on my own." The distance between them closed, and Kova continued to stare into his glowing eyes. "As for their approval... let's just say we recently reached an understanding. They stay out of my way and I will remain out of there."To be as close as they were, and still desire to be closer.... "The storage bay is just through there," she said gesturing towards their exit. There was an alerting chime, from her comm-unit. Kova pulled it out and quickly examined it. "Starfleet will be releasing anesthezine, first on the promenade. Then, in areas throughout the rest of the station. We must hurry. Once we dull the systems, we can deal with the gas."[12 hours later....] There was a low groan that left the Andorian's lips. Her hand rose to brush away the ivory lochs that obscured her view. Slowly, Kova picked her head up and inspected her surroundings. She was back in her quarters... on her own couch. She shifted into a sitting position, noticing that her legs were bare. From the tips of her blue toes all the way up the long, bending blue stalks which disappeared beneath a dark sweater. Why was she there? She attempted to piece together the last moments she could remember, but how she'd come to be back in her quarters... that was the piece that was missing. "Computer... time?" she called out. She started to get to her feet, and could feel the residual dizziness she'd once felt after chasing Andorian ale with Saurian brandy. She shook her head, and after making certain her feet were firmly planted on the floor, she began to make her way to her bedroom. It was the best way to sort out the situation and determine if there was any lingering damage. "Lights," she mumbled. As her bedroom illuminated, the Andorian's eyes widened and a very rare screen escaped her lips.
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Promenade, Front Ear Station ] She could see the confusion etched so clearly upon his face. As he tried to adjust to her more obscure movements against him. There were a few blows that landed soundly, challenging the Vulcan. He rolled into an escape and then as he prepared to come at her again, a slight falter. L'Vysh'ta saw this as her chance. She rushed at him as he fell to the deck. There was no mercy. This was a fight to the death. She gripped a handful of his hair, lifting his skull up. She lifted her hand, prepared to deliver a blow with enough force to shatter even his Vulcan neck. Her hand rested above her head for only a second, when the wave of dizziness hit her. "What is this...? Deception?" She was puzzled, given the rumor that Vulcan did not lie. Clearly, another untruth spoken by the Federation. Her grip upon his head loosened as she began to tumble over, falling into a darkness of her own. [12 hours later....] She couldn't recall how long she had stood outside his door. She was torn and frozen. It did not bother her that she had failed. She owed him her heart, her life now forfeit. Yet, she did recall all the words she had spoken to him. How she had questioned his dedication to his line. Once words were spoken, they could not be taken back. L'Vysh'ta had no doubt of this. Her fate had been determined by her own lips. She only hoped that he would grant her the opportunity to recant the words that had been spoken without being tamed by her tongue. Finally, her hand rose to press the chime, and alert the Ambassador to her presence. She stood there... waiting... and waiting. Was he there? Perhaps he had taken a long swim in the park. Or would he simply not see her? "Federation computer, where is Ambassador L'Sho's current location?" [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Jefferies tubes]L'Sho listened to Kova's explanation, understanding more than she could know. He too pursued knowledge by himself, having outgrown the restrictive teachings and doctrine of his people and the structures that had stood for Millenia. He could respect the ambition, or rather, the need to learn and to grow beyond the confines of others such as humans. "I am pleased to have witnessed your talents first-hand." The Talorian could not remember a time when he had been so wantonly complimentary of another. Perhaps this virus was affecting him, after all. The spell broke when she gestured toward the exit, and then delivered an alarming update. "Then we shall make haste." There was no way they'd be beaten by Starfleet - no way. [Approximately 12 Hours Later]L'Sho came back to life slowly at first, and then with the urgency of a misplaced male who quickly realises that he is in another's bed chambers. He sat up with speed and looked around the strange rooms. His bare skin slid against the sheets of the bed as he slid to the end and stood. He wondered where he had left his pants.
=/\= "Ambassador L'Sho is currently located in Kova Sh'qaleq's quarters." =/\=
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq & L'Vysh'ta
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Jan 1, 2022 0:57:53 GMT
[T’Laara - Promenade]
T’Laara half-smiled in her sleep. Images and feeling drifted unchecked through her mind, but gradually mixed with waking sensation.
Her eyes flew open suddenly, and she sat up at almost the same time. Instantly her body stiffened, expression going rigid.
The experience had parallels with one’s head clearing after Ponn Farr had passed, except with less reason, and no satisfying end. All the memories were there in the forefront of her mind, flawless in their vivid detail. Her head ached as she recalled her own absurd behavior.
“Ugh.” A short distance away, she saw Nork still unconscious. He had been about to lose the fight, after all.
Not certain what else to do, T’Laara got up and left for her own quarters as quickly as her remaining dignity would allow.
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