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 15, 2021 10:00:38 GMT
[Delirium] To say that Jem wasn't impressed with being rushed would be the understatement of the century. Yet decided to bite back any retort that had begun to form on her lips as they were here to have fun and not get into an argument. Besides there were plenty of people already knocking ten tritters out of each other and well she didn't want to get this outfit ruined. " Oh don't worry ... I know what I'm doing" Jem insisted and wasn't wrong either. It was simply remembering the code which she was having trouble with thanks to the mix of emotions that shouted at her like they were on stereo. Either that or she was on some kind of acid trip as T'Laara then told her to hurry up. " Yes yes it will be" she said as she typed in one last combination, aware that something had distracted her friend. What that was she wasn't sure exactly but she could hazard a guess despite her being a little preoccupied on getting the door open. Finally success and she wasn't afraid of declaring it. " Yes .. we're in, now come on don't dawdle".Happy with what she had done, Jem entered the club first and knew that this had been the best plan ever as she headed towards the main bar.
tag Shavan Th'zhaar
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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 15, 2021 11:40:00 GMT
(Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay)
[...] “Lieutenant Doctor…” Ensign Hathos called out upon his arrival, a shaky breath parting his lips as he straightened his uniform and approached the current medical staff already at work. Though off to his side the Chief was on their knees, arm stretched to the heavens as they professed their despair for a fiddler on the roof, The Romulan surgeon was suddenly enthralled by a different sight. That of a spork, hurried into a patients hand, something he knelt beside as he looked at with an unnatural fascination as if it were a spectacle of pure magic. There were many things he could have asked, or volunteered to help with, but something instead made him simply declare, with an awkward delivery, “Huh, someone’s been hungry” [Lieutenant Dr. Chief Kece Lunn - Primary Sickbay]The new doctor just walked right on in and ruined his dramatic climax. Kece began to stand, his knees cracking with the effort. There was a price to pay for one's art, and in Kece Lunn's mind, had paid it tenfold, and deserved accolade. Ramone, the young medic however, seemed pleased to see him. "This patient was stabbed with a spork by a Vulcan called Nork in the Replimat. And this patient -" Ramone began to move toward the next biobed, enthusiastic to finally have these patients seen to, "Has just been beamed in. He is unconscious; after a preliminary scan his injuries seem to be as a result of blunt-force trauma.""What Marone here is failing to point out -" Kece began tartly, giving the medic a withering stare. "Ramone," he shot back, finally some impatience leaking into his voice in the face of this Betazoid's bizarre behaviour. Then he turned to look with some meaning at Ensign Hathos. "My name is Ramone." It was important to him. Kece, meanwhile, was not enjoying this interruption quite so much. This new upstart, surgeon as he also was, was just more competition for him. True, there was none who could match Kece's skill with a laser scalpel, but that did not stop them from trying to take what was rightfully his. "Well, Ensign Hath..." He trailed off, clearly forgetting the man's name. He rallied though, as the show must always go on. "Ensign Hathor, what we have here is a Station-wide infection event. As you will see from my scans here I am beginning the arduous task of researching this nanovirus, and then I will single-handedly find a treatment and cure, and save everyone."With movements that actually spoke of some physical grace, despite the heaviness around his middle, Lunn marched off toward the CMO's office. "I must inform the Commander. She will only speak with me."
Tag: Hathos
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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 15, 2021 12:01:22 GMT
[ T’Laara - Promenade, Deck 9] “If you can open it?” T’Laara raised an eyebrow, suddenly impatient and unimpressed as the Drag Queen stopped at the nightclub’s doors. She had trusted Jem’s confidence that this would not be an obstacle, and had already shouted for anyone within earshot to join them. “It would be best to do it quickly.” She looked away, in search of anything that might assist… and that was when she saw him across the Promenade. Nork. Another Vulcan who was not afraid of his true self. He was everything she had been wanting. And, surrounded by followers, he cut a magnificent figure. T’Laara stepped forward, watching their approach as primal desire burned to life within her. The only thing he was missing was a queen. [Ensign Nork - Promenade]" NORK! NORK! NORK!" He marched in front of his army; the strongest survivors from the Battle of the Replimat. He paused once or twice along the way to dispatch a trusted general to secure another business or area, but he kept them pressing primarily forward. Once they had finished with the Promenade, the strategically important areas would be next. Engineering, Ops, Armory. But then, he saw her. Standing like Ni'Var's most prized orchid, resplendent and strong in this metal coffin. She was perfection in a garden of chaos. He simply had to be closer. "T'Laara." He spoke the name like a prayer. He gazed upon her for a few moments, and then offered a deep bow. "We are conquering the Station," he told her, tone strangely conversational - for a Vulcan. "Join us."
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), soft: Jem Sparkles
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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 15, 2021 12:23:14 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Ops Centre]
With Sir Doug and Rin being dispatched, Felicity soon found that she was the only functioning member of staff left on the deck. Well, semi-functioning. She might not be writhing around half-naked on the floor like Ev'ewa and Dimmadome, or performing a striptease with sexy scarves like Jenkins, but there was definitely something off with her. More so than usual.
The reports coming in from Sickbay were garbled beyond almost all recognition. The Security team she'd dispatched to them had failed to report in, and Lunn was intermittently updating her through song. She'd managed to grasp that this was some kind of virus, and it seemed the entire Station was potentially infected. She knew Ops had been, the repurposed Shuttle Bay, Sickbay obviously, and angry mobs were running rampant on the Promenade. The time for quarantine measures had all but passed, and they hadn't even noticed.
Her gaze fell on the human-klingon ball of smut on the floor. She couldn't leave Ops like this, she needed someone here to direct. Just one person; someone who wasn't a risk of running off to join a Fight Club. She eyed Ev'ewa, and then Dimmadome, and then beamed them both into separate rooms on different decks. After a moment, she transported Ev'ewa back into the Operations Centre.
Ev'ewa, daughter of K'turtang, took one murderous look at Felicity and launched herself at her with a battle cry. "Oh, for crying out loud..." The commander muttered, and with a couple of taps, returned the klingon to her temporary prison of Conference Room 2. Then she tried Dimmadome.
The human lieutenant stood next to his console, trousers around his ankles and a dazed expression on his face.
"Lieutenant."
He turned an owlish stare toward her, and because he was wearing so little, Felicity learned that it was possible for an entire body to blush. "Cap- Commander? Wh-What is going on?"
"There's been some sort of infection, Lieutenant. I need to go and see to things in Sickbay, because Lunn is a nutjob and Riyo is on Kerelia. I need you here to oversee Operations and liaise between myself and the various teams. Do you think you can do that?"
"I... Yes." He swallowed, then nodded. He began to pull his pants up and then hurriedly moved through Ops, picking up discarded items of both his and Ev'ewa's uniform. "I am s-sorry, Commander. I don't know..."
"It's okay, Lieutenant, we're all a bit mad here."
Felicity gathered her things, including the whiskey, and set off.
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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 15, 2021 14:51:35 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] The deep rumble of laughter seemed almost melodic to the Andorian. And his visual inspection of her hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed. It was practically expected though, considering what she knew of Talorians. They were a proud species and held a great deal of appreciation for beauty. Not in the purely aesthetic sense like humans. There were levels… introspection beyond inspection… which possibly explained his question. A question that brought a smile to Kova’s lips. ”Clearly, we’ve yet to be properly acquainted,” Kova said lowly. ”Possessing any lack of skill is something, is something I’ve never been accused of.”As he closed the distance between them, and she could feel his bare arms brushing against her, there was just the slightest spark. It wouldn’t have surprised Kova if the mist of their pheromones ignited from that spark, sending them in a fiery inferno of lust. The faintest hint of a salty musk assailed her nostrils. Kova bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth micrometers from piercing her own flesh. She still knew… that as appealing as L’Sho may have been in that moment, something wasn’t right. The simple gesture of his hand towards the computer tempered her senses, but she couldn’t help wondering if the thoughts dancing in her mind were actually premonitions of things to come as opposed to mere fantasy. As she moved towards the console, her fingers moved nimbly and gracefully as she found her way to the bare bones of code and routines. Her eyes peered over her shoulder, curious just how closely her audience was watching. Her fingers were likely moving too quickly to trace specific movements. However, she wasn’t familiar with the precision of Talorian physiology. This one could possess an eidetic memory, so it was probably wise to include a few phantom movements as well. After all, what if his interest was limited to the task at hand. Kova’s suspicions thought it best to remain cautious. Before long, she had feeds from critical departments of the station displayed on the screen. ”Ops… Sickbay… Security… and Engineering,” Kova said taking a single step back. ”This will only show what they have reported thus far. However, I know how to navigate… deeper into these systems if needed.” Her eyes were upon the Talorian once more, but only for a moment as a rather obvious threat made herself known.”
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Their madness had been obvious. It would have been a mercy to simply lay them to rest, but she had settled for mildly maiming them. Of course, Federation medicine made that nearly impossible. There would be no severed limbs or scars to remind them of what they had nearly lost. But the memory of the pain… the fear… the desperation. They would know it well, as they saw the Talorian warrior in their nightmares. Her one goal was to see to his safety. It had been why she had moved so quickly, and cut through those raging Federationers so deftly. She eventually found him, in the Blue Beta, yet the sight before her eyes enraged her. Her eyes moved from L’Sho… to her. Some blue maiden… and Andorian. From what L’Vysh’ta knew of these people was that they dwelled on a ball of ice, but perhaps that was what fed the rumor to how deadly they could be. Though, those seemed to only be stories as both time and the humans had neutered their warrior spirits. Still, she had seen the look in L’Sho’s eyes as it had plagued many Talorian men before him. ”YOU!” she snapped as she closed the distance between the door in the bar so quickly. ”Even in the midst of all this madness, I find you trying to sample what… your next conquest?!” L’Vysh’ta’s eyes narrowed as she turned them upon the Andorian. ”You would sully your blood and your honor on this… thing?!” It enraged her that he would so easily discard the things that should be so precious to a Talorian. ”Your own actions breathe life into the whispers of your failing line,” L’Vysh’ta said. ”Clearly, the time has come for someone else to salvage what honor and dignity remains.” And the young warrior knew exactly how to do just that.
Tag: L'Sho
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Dec 15, 2021 15:14:29 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Ops Centre]Commander Felicity? Well, she had called him Lieutenant Shavan. She decided she rather liked it; much more than Captain. But then Shavan did not sign off, and appeared to be telling her she was beautiful. But no, the hits would keep on coming, as the ignored commbadge revealed another romantic epic, with plenty of sound effects. "Ugh!" She manually terminated the transmission with a quick console command. "Looks like we need you now more than ever, Sir Doug," she declared dramatically before turning back toward the El-Aurian. "Rin will accompany you, it's too dangerous to go alone. Don't look a gifthorse in the mouth! As ancient as you are, you can still die." It was true. She grabbed her coffee cup and poured out the remaining contents onto the floor. Then she filled the cup with a healthy shot of her expensive, aged whiskey. "Take this too. And this." She began shoving things into his hands. The cup of whiskey, a phaser, her PADD. Then something else occurred to her. She turned a narrowed eye on both Sir Doug and Rin Zakir. "Whatever you two do, do not start making out."
"Godspeed."
Tags: Judith Eastman (Sir Doug), Rin Zakir [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman MBE, FRS, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA, CPA - Ops -> Lift -> Civilian Decks]Well, the Commander had insisted on giving him a chaperone, but she'd also given him whiskey and a weapon. All in all, she'd redeemed herself. "I'm going to stop by my quarters for a change of armor," he said again, and then headed off to the turbolift. It was up to Rin to keep up with the knight, or not - there wouldn't be any waiting. The lift, as it happened, was the perfect place for Sir Doug to enjoy the whiskey he'd been gifted, and to play with his phaser's settings. He ended up leaving it on maximum stun with a wide beam, because you never could know what would come in handy. He entered his quarters, changed into a dry but similar suit, and continued on his quest.
Tag Rin Zakir ? (up to you if Rin could keep up)
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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 16, 2021 2:52:36 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. There was no other reason someone would be talking to her as though she were some sort of goddess. Even so, Jovireh couldn't help the shiver that rolled through her body as she listened to him. His intense gaze held her mesmerized, the predatory grace with which he closed the distance between them speaking to her on a level she hadn't experienced before. Then his breath ghosted across her ear, and she lifted a hand to trail her fingertips down his bare chest. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit the inside of her lip, her other hand lifting to caress the stubble of his jaw. Gods she loved his accent. Jov found herself wondering what he would sound like when - No, he was right. She was the one calling the shots, and the Commander had made it clear what was expected of her. But that didn't mean she had to turn him down entirely. "Help me restore order... And I promise it will be worth the wait," she murmured in his ear. The hand that was on his jaw slid into his hair, and in a quick motion gripped it and pulled his head to the side, her teeth sinking into the side of his side. The act momentarily sated the primal urge to lay claim to him, at least for the moment, and just as quickly she released him and stepped away. Expecting him to follow, she turned and headed for the turbolift. There was a rebellion to subdue.
Tag Lochi Areinnye
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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 16, 2021 12:49:15 GMT
The new doctor just walked right on in and ruined his dramatic climax. Kece began to stand, his knees cracking with the effort. There was a price to pay for one's art, and in Kece Lunn's mind, had paid it tenfold, and deserved accolade. Ramone, the young medic however, seemed pleased to see him. "This patient was stabbed with a spork by a Vulcan called Nork in the Replimat. And this patient -" Ramone began to move toward the next biobed, enthusiastic to finally have these patients seen to, "Has just been beamed in. He is unconscious; after a preliminary scan his injuries seem to be as a result of blunt-force trauma.""What Marone here is failing to point out -" Kece began tartly, giving the medic a withering stare. "Ramone," he shot back, finally some impatience leaking into his voice in the face of this Betazoid's bizarre behaviour. Then he turned to look with some meaning at Ensign Hathos. "My name is Ramone." It was important to him. Kece, meanwhile, was not enjoying this interruption quite so much. This new upstart, surgeon as he also was, was just more competition for him. True, there was none who could match Kece's skill with a laser scalpel, but that did not stop them from trying to take what was rightfully his. "Well, Ensign Hath..." He trailed off, clearly forgetting the man's name. He rallied though, as the show must always go on. "Ensign Hathor, what we have here is a Station-wide infection event. As you will see from my scans here I am beginning the arduous task of researching this nanovirus, and then I will single-handedly find a treatment and cure, and save everyone."With movements that actually spoke of some physical grace, despite the heaviness around his middle, Lunn marched off toward the CMO's office. "I must inform the Commander. She will only speak with me." [Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay]Though typically far from the squeamish sort, the mention of being stabbed by a Vulcan seemed to inspire something frightful in the Romulan Ensign. Hopping back from the spork and to his feet as if the spork alone carried some contagious threat or would come to life and stab him too. “Blunt force trauma” Hathos echoed, darting his sight over to the next boiled and horridly power walked over to the body. Though his head twitched with a nervous observation of the room, his eyes scanning for any more signs of Vulcans armed with sporks, he did in fact immediately begin work on figuring out how he could help see to the unconscious figure. The new medical officer, while not a man usually void of all communication skills, was someone who tended to think internally through most scenarios, occasionally leaving patients in the dark as to what he was currently working on. However, potentially caused by the event his senior officer mentioned, he began to act the opposite. “Ensign Hathos, Thor is an ancient human deity with substantially lighter hair and skin tone… A station wide infection event, makes sense, prior contact with crewman acting irrationally had not come into physical contact with each other therefore physical passing is unlikely the main method of infection.”As he spoke the doctor began to check the patient’s eyes for response and their airways for clarity, a confirmation they were still breathing later and he darted for a nearby cabinet for a support to keep their neck in place while they set about scanning for the extent of the injury. Lunn made his exit and Hathos watched him do so, a moment passed and he turned back to the young medic who had introduced the two patients. “Something tells me the good doctor is about to get dragged into a loving display of corridor romanticism by our fellow crew…” No context was given as to why he would assume such a thing, but he continued regardless. “I do not mean to be offensive but the Bajoran can wait, If he is yelling then he is in less his than our friend here, grab one of the other medical staff to keep him talking and watch for dizziness, but would you do me the favour of monitoring and helping keep this one stable.”He turned on his heel, looking off into the distance, taking a deep breath, a slight squeak of pressured anxiety leaving him for a moment but he recovered, a deep breath later and he was moving back up the sickbay towards the consoles previously monitored by their more eccentric medical officer. “Let us see… The scans seem to imply a different effect on various hosts so far, to lead to such drastic diversity is astonishing.” He raise both hands, running his fingers through his curled hair as he fought to stabilise his breathing, oh how he hoped he would not be stabbed by a Vulcan. “The mutation rate must be at such a speed no natural virus would survive this long, likely burning out hosts before it leaves a single station or colony… It’s engineered, clearly, fuck… erm…” He looked up, another squeak leaving him for a moment as he yelled over to the medical staff. “Please don’t tell me i’m the most senior here."
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Dec 16, 2021 17:09:22 GMT
[ Lt. JG Rin Zakir - Ops Centre -> Lift -> Civilian Decks] Despite his initial assurance, it seemed as though he would be accompanying the old man whether he liked it or not. Had it really been wise to offer? He wasn't wrong that it would be pretty stupid to go alone when the station itself was probably going to start tearing itself apart. That, or making out with the nearest starship. Zak folded his arms as Felicity poured the rest of her coffee on the floor, before shoving it refilled with whiskey into the el-aurian's hands. As security, he had a phaser on him on already, so he was ready to follow him to where they needed to go. What he hadn't been ready for was the speed of the man, as he announced that he wished to stop by his quarters to pick up some 'armour'. "Hope you've got some spare!", he quipped as the two entered the turbo lift. He flashed a lopsided grin as the doors closed, a response to the commander practically ordered them not to make out, an order he ha never expected to receive. It was hard to keep a level head, but he had to at least try as the pair made their way to the civilian quarters. He watched carefully as the man fiddled with the phaser, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He did notice the wide beam setting though. "Hope you're going to warn me if you you're going to use it on that setting. Then again, after today I could do with the nap." A nap was very likely, seeing as thanks to the whiskey he could be dealing with a half drink old man wielding a phaser on wide beam maximum stun. The perfect way to end a perfect day! Realising that he still had the ancient mask over his face, he pulled the sodden cloth down to his chin so that he could breathe properly. Hopefully, he would be quick so that they could get moving, as the sooner they addressed this problem the better for everyone (especially the starships that were still docked).
Tag Judith Eastman (Sir Doug)
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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 16, 2021 21:45:30 GMT
[Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay]Though typically far from the squeamish sort, the mention of being stabbed by a Vulcan seemed to inspire something frightful in the Romulan Ensign. Hopping back from the spork and to his feet as if the spork alone carried some contagious threat or would come to life and stab him too. “Blunt force trauma” Hathos echoed, darting his sight over to the next boiled and horridly power walked over to the body. Though his head twitched with a nervous observation of the room, his eyes scanning for any more signs of Vulcans armed with sporks, he did in fact immediately begin work on figuring out how he could help see to the unconscious figure. The new medical officer, while not a man usually void of all communication skills, was someone who tended to think internally through most scenarios, occasionally leaving patients in the dark as to what he was currently working on. However, potentially caused by the event his senior officer mentioned, he began to act the opposite. “Ensign Hathos, Thor is an ancient human deity with substantially lighter hair and skin tone… A station wide infection event, makes sense, prior contact with crewman acting irrationally had not come into physical contact with each other therefore physical passing is unlikely the main method of infection.”As he spoke the doctor began to check the patient’s eyes for response and their airways for clarity, a confirmation they were still breathing later and he darted for a nearby cabinet for a support to keep their neck in place while they set about scanning for the extent of the injury. Lunn made his exit and Hathos watched him do so, a moment passed and he turned back to the young medic who had introduced the two patients. “Something tells me the good doctor is about to get dragged into a loving display of corridor romanticism by our fellow crew…” No context was given as to why he would assume such a thing, but he continued regardless. “I do not mean to be offensive but the Bajoran can wait, If he is yelling then he is in less his than our friend here, grab one of the other medical staff to keep him talking and watch for dizziness, but would you do me the favour of monitoring and helping keep this one stable.”He turned on his heel, looking off into the distance, taking a deep breath, a slight squeak of pressured anxiety leaving him for a moment but he recovered, a deep breath later and he was moving back up the sickbay towards the consoles previously monitored by their more eccentric medical officer. “Let us see… The scans seem to imply a different effect on various hosts so far, to lead to such drastic diversity is astonishing.” He raise both hands, running his fingers through his curled hair as he fought to stabilise his breathing, oh how he hoped he would not be stabbed by a Vulcan. “The mutation rate must be at such a speed no natural virus would survive this long, likely burning out hosts before it leaves a single station or colony… It’s engineered, clearly, fuck… erm…” He looked up, another squeak leaving him for a moment as he yelled over to the medical staff. “Please don’t tell me i’m the most senior here." [Ramone "Marone" Estevez - Primary Sickbay]Ramone merely blinked rapidly as the ensign spoke, none of it making much sense to him. But he could certainly continue to monitor vitals and armed with a hypospray and medical tricorder he gratefully returned to work. Without the distractions and the demands of Lieutenant Doctor Chief Kece Lunn he was free to actually do his job. At least, that was until more bodies began to beam in at a rapid pace. Some were unconscious too, with obvious injuries suggesting the cause, others were up and awake and shouting threats, a couple had even begun to lock lips in a passionate, bloody kiss. One was dead. "Yes, sir. I am afraid you are the most senior here."Ramone visibly gulped. [Felicity Ellis - En Route to Sickbay]It had taken 22 minutes to make what was supposed to be a minimum three minute journey. Along the way she'd encountered an attempted murder, a Lieutenant Commander drawing on the passageway walls with crayon, and at least half a dozen potential suitors. "I like a woman in power. Captains are sexy,[fn]Exact words said to me in a PM by a new player once[/fn]" said one such individual. "I got demoted," Felicity responded truthfully, "I'm a Commander now.""Even better! A bad girl, mmm..." He approached, hands out to embrace her bad girl self. She sighed and shot him. Naturally, her phaser was set to stun. For a fleeting second she thought that was probably more than he deserved, but then she remembered that she was supposed to be a nice person. Meh..."You!" She shouted as she walked, spying a dazed and confused looking ensign carrying a phaser rifle but otherwise looking fairly balanced. "With me." The Security officer nodded, and then joined Felicity's growing entourage of normies, all following behind like little ducklings. "Don't engage the randy or angry ones."Finally, and without further need for mass stunnings, she reached Sickbay. Once inside, she took quick stock of the situation and the functioning Security team began to get to work, subduing some of the more boisterous patients and giving Felicity the opportunity to survey the situation. "Where's Kece? Have you all finally airlocked him?" She asked aloud, her gaze scanning across the residents of the room, searching for familiar staff. When her eyes landed on the newly arrived Ensign Hathos, her expression changed and she shook her head. "No! OUT!" She pointed toward the door. "You are too distracting!"Then she looked horrified, and even, for the second time that morning, slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead. "I apologise, Ensign. Whatever this infection is, it's making me painfully honest. From what we can piece together from reports, the entire Station has been affected. Tell me what you know of its make up so far, please."
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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 16, 2021 23:24:42 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] The deep rumble of laughter seemed almost melodic to the Andorian. And his visual inspection of her hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed. It was practically expected though, considering what she knew of Talorians. They were a proud species and held a great deal of appreciation for beauty. Not in the purely aesthetic sense like humans. There were levels… introspection beyond inspection… which possibly explained his question. A question that brought a smile to Kova’s lips. ”Clearly, we’ve yet to be properly acquainted,” Kova said lowly. ”Possessing any lack of skill is something, is something I’ve never been accused of.”As he closed the distance between them, and she could feel his bare arms brushing against her, there was just the slightest spark. It wouldn’t have surprised Kova if the mist of their pheromones ignited from that spark, sending them in a fiery inferno of lust. The faintest hint of a salty musk assailed her nostrils. Kova bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth micrometers from piercing her own flesh. She still knew… that as appealing as L’Sho may have been in that moment, something wasn’t right. The simple gesture of his hand towards the computer tempered her senses, but she couldn’t help wondering if the thoughts dancing in her mind were actually premonitions of things to come as opposed to mere fantasy. As she moved towards the console, her fingers moved nimbly and gracefully as she found her way to the bare bones of code and routines. Her eyes peered over her shoulder, curious just how closely her audience was watching. Her fingers were likely moving too quickly to trace specific movements. However, she wasn’t familiar with the precision of Talorian physiology. This one could possess an eidetic memory, so it was probably wise to include a few phantom movements as well. After all, what if his interest was limited to the task at hand. Kova’s suspicions thought it best to remain cautious. Before long, she had feeds from critical departments of the station displayed on the screen. ”Ops… Sickbay… Security… and Engineering,” Kova said taking a single step back. ”This will only show what they have reported thus far. However, I know how to navigate… deeper into these systems if needed.” Her eyes were upon the Talorian once more, but only for a moment as a rather obvious threat made herself known.”
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Their madness had been obvious. It would have been a mercy to simply lay them to rest, but she had settled for mildly maiming them. Of course, Federation medicine made that nearly impossible. There would be no severed limbs or scars to remind them of what they had nearly lost. But the memory of the pain… the fear… the desperation. They would know it well, as they saw the Talorian warrior in their nightmares. Her one goal was to see to his safety. It had been why she had moved so quickly, and cut through those raging Federationers so deftly. She eventually found him, in the Blue Beta, yet the sight before her eyes enraged her. Her eyes moved from L’Sho… to her. Some blue maiden… and Andorian. From what L’Vysh’ta knew of these people was that they dwelled on a ball of ice, but perhaps that was what fed the rumor to how deadly they could be. Though, those seemed to only be stories as both time and the humans had neutered their warrior spirits. Still, she had seen the look in L’Sho’s eyes as it had plagued many Talorian men before him. ”YOU!” she snapped as she closed the distance between the door in the bar so quickly. ”Even in the midst of all this madness, I find you trying to sample what… your next conquest?!” L’Vysh’ta’s eyes narrowed as she turned them upon the Andorian. ”You would sully your blood and your honor on this… thing?!” It enraged her that he would so easily discard the things that should be so precious to a Talorian. ”Your own actions breathe life into the whispers of your failing line,” L’Vysh’ta said. ”Clearly, the time has come for someone else to salvage what honor and dignity remains.” And the young warrior knew exactly how to do just that. [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Blue Beta]Arrogance was useless in L'Sho's eyes, unless it was backed up with true skill. He waited as his new ally began displaying such a skill, and withheld his judgment. It would be unjust to think of her as he did the humans; she at least looked and smelled much better than they did. Not to mention the shapely curve where her legs met her... His thoughts came to an abrupt stop as she stepped back. Belatedly, and much to his own chagrin, he found he had missed most of her impressive work, but he was at least present to reap the rewards of it. "You are as remarkable as promised," the Ambassador stated, though his attention was on the streams of feeds and scrolls of text she had accessed for him. His keen eye caught on something mentioned multiple times, and suddenly an understanding of sorts began to dawn. "There has been a nanovirus discovered. It is reportedly making everyone -"The interruption laid waste to his observations. L'Sho's head snapped up and somehow, the bright, warm stare of his turned icy-cool. He regarded his ha'la, irritation building up in his chest, amongst other things. "You will hold your tongue, L'Vysh'ta, or I will remove it for you."The Talorian's voice was low, but firm, and within it came the weight of his one hundred years. "My line is not your business, and to an Unclaimed, it never will be." She was speaking the words of Challenge. A significant part of him felt a flicker of pride, of understanding. Yet there was also disappointment - his ha'la was choosing this moment to demand recognition, but he could only assume she was as influenced by this illness as the others, and was therefore not acting of her own complete volition. "This Andorian has proven more useful to me in two minutes than you have in two months. You will show the appropriate respect."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 17, 2021 0:11:39 GMT
... Finally, and without further need for mass stunnings, she reached Sickbay. Once inside, she took quick stock of the situation and the functioning Security team began to get to work, subduing some of the more boisterous patients and giving Felicity the opportunity to survey the situation. "Where's Kece? Have you all finally airlocked him?" She asked aloud, her gaze scanning across the residents of the room, searching for familiar staff. When her eyes landed on the newly arrived Ensign Hathos, her expression changed and she shook her head. "No! OUT!" She pointed toward the door. "You are too distracting!"Then she looked horrified, and even, for the second time that morning, slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead. "I apologise, Ensign. Whatever this infection is, it's making me painfully honest. From what we can piece together from reports, the entire Station has been affected. Tell me what you know of its make up so far, please." [Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay]The breath that left Hathos’s lips was heavy, exaggerated without doubt, almost a pantomime performance of someone steadying themselves to the realisation they may be down there for a long time with a sickbay that became more hectic by the moment. The Romulan paused for a moment, locking eyes with Ramone as he tried figure out what instruction he could give, what wisdom his rank could provide despite his lack of experience on board the station as a whole. Whether saved or damned he did not know, but the doors of the sickbay slid open and somehow that inspired something at least. “Just… any medical staff who enter, make sure they prioritise the patients who are unconscious or in visible grave danger. The rowdy bastards can wait for security to hold them down, i’m sure plenty of them will enjoy it.”The one who entered was a Commander, though it took a momentary pause in his disorientated focus to remember her name. She arrived with a cluster of personal at her back, many of which immediately began to keep the livelier patients in place and in relief the Romulan simply expressed. “Thank you, yes, perfect, shut that man up.” He exclaimed with a blunt but joyous blaming of the one who currently lay still complaining about the spork in your hand. An instant passed and he realised how unfair he had been, “My… apologies, just keep anyone acting up down long enough for our staff to prioritise those in worse conditions… please” His final word just leaked out in time to hopefully not reveal he almost forgot his manners. The Ensign however returned his attention to the commander just in time to hear her question, even began thinking of a response to her query, but when he spoke it in the exact same time she spoke directly to him. “Damn” He said, the cause of she a reaction was not something he was willing to acknowledge and instead focused more on what she said. Had she just dismissed him from the sickbay? “Dis…tracting?” He asked her confused, his body freezing for a moment as he struggled to figure out what he had done… It must have been the sickness causing him to speak so constantly and honestly. He needed to be quiet perhaps and allow the commander to take control. Her expression however sewed the doubt and acceptance she too had spoken through the infection of this weapon. “Apologies accepted commander, got to love honesty in a superior officer, even if i will think about what i did long after these effects wear off.” Though everything after the mention of being a superior officer was muttered under his breath, he said it nonetheless and turned his gaze away from her to the displays in front of him. “The infection is adapting to every individual differently and with such speed that it cannot be anything natural. So far all responses seem to be based on self control… Though some scans on more brain activity of various infected parties would be helpful, i can only assume at this point it’s desired effect is to block the control of inhibitive actions within the affected individuals brain”Darting out from behind the display the Ensign paused for a moment, running both hands through his curly hair in thought as if the friction was generating a recharge in his focus and self control. A quirk he never had before and he hoped would not linger. “Given the speed it has overtaken the station it must be airborne, and…” He was cut off, one of the patients trying to sprint out of the room in a hectic frenzy. Without thought or reasonable thought he swiftly drove out his leg, the crewman being sent sprawling to their face on a disarming trip, enough to allow a security officer to pick them back up. “I am so sorry.” His eyes darted back to the commander, another deep breath filling his lungs as he centred himself, remembering someone mentioned her previous experience as a medical officer. “Yes, distractions, sorry Felicity, Doctor, Commander… a good book sounds lovely about now.”
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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 17, 2021 1:46:32 GMT
[ T’Laara - Promenade] Despite the renewed surge of feeling within her, T’Laara remained still as Nork and his followers closed the distance between them. A short distance away, it appeared that Jem Sparkles had succeeded in opening the nightclub after all. The Betazoid went inside; T’Laara did not yet follow. She had not abandoned their plan, or the reasons behind it, but was even more drawn to Nork. Why settle for only Delirium if the entire station could be theirs, and he could be hers? The other Vulcan bowed to her, and she held out two fingers in a traditional gesture of her intentions. “Yes, I will,” she agreed, passion barely contained just beneath the surface. tag Felicity Ellis , soft Jem Sparkles
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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 17, 2021 14:59:06 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Shuttle Repair Bay 2] Amid heated contact, Shavan slowly registered what Étienne was suggesting. “Mhmm.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of the importance of following Commander Felicity’s orders. Surely if it was true, if there was a cloaked object here, they would be able to find it. And then he could focus only on this, and not… force fields and tachyon emissions. “That’s right.” His lips closed over Étienne’s again, both in agreement and to silence him. That was enough talking. Shifting to reach for the computer controls next to him without breaking away, he input the command. The heavy outer doors to the shuttle bay began to close. Their bodies pressed together again, and he shifted, holding no desire back- but after a moment, there was final hiss behind them as the pressure sealed. Another command, and the force field dropped. With one hand, he reluctantly reached for a tricorder again to initiate the tachyon scan. Heart beating fast, his gaze momentarily slid over Étienne’s shoulder to the trace readings that would confirm it. “It’s there.” Kaya Som
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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 17, 2021 15:05:20 GMT
[Delirium - Promenade] " What we need is some music" Jem declared, taking a small detour from the bar. Drinks would soon be flowing but if they wanted this party to be a success then music was key to making that happen. Having performed here a few times, the drag queen was familiar with the DJ booth and so unlike the door didn't take quite as long to activate it. All The Lovers" That's better .. now how about a drink?" Jem began, suddenly realising that she had been talking to herself the entire time. Having no idea where T'Laara had gone, Jem could only assume that she was gathering more partygoers. Convincing herself that this was true and helping herself to a drink, the drag queen returned to the dancefloor. Yes she would be easy to spot here and whilst she waited was quite happy to dance and drink, becoming entranced in the music.
soft tag Shavan Th'zhaar Felicity Ellis
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