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 17, 2021 20:12:08 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). [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman MBE, FRS, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA, CPA - Civilian Decks -> Shuttlebay]Sir Doug, never too good at sharing his possessions, had not loaned out any of his bespoke suits to young Lieutenant Rin. Not that they would have fit, anyway. However, he did have infinite wisdom to share. "If you have the nerves, I could warm you with this on a minimum setting. I was stranded on Breen once, and that's how I made it."With this merry thought, they reached the shuttlebay, finding Lt. Th'zhaar and a young human(?), fortunately not quite in the throes of passion. "I believe I'm here to chaperone you!" the El-Aurian announced his presence. Not that that's necessarily what he would do, depending on how things developed.
Tag Rin Zakir , Kaya Som (Etienne), Shavan Th'zhaar
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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 18, 2021 0:52:02 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. [Ensign Lochi Areinnye - Front Ear - Promenade]Her fingertips traversed his midsection, sending chills that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. His free hand moved to the small of her back as the pair closed what little distance there was left between them. Her other hand moved onto his jaw and cheek. A content sigh escaped his nostrils as his lips grazed along the exposed skin of her neck. The perfect moment. Time seemed to slow to a quiet still as he felt her breath on his ear. And then she spoke a simple command, and a promise of carnal pleasures that would follow.
Before he could respond, the hand that caressed the side of his face moved into his hair as she violently pulled his head to the side and bit into his neck. The suddenness, the animal aggression, the brutality of the act sent shivers through his body as goosebumps covered the entirety of his body. Before he could stifle it, a sound escaped his lips. It was part moan, part yelp. And as quickly as the moment came, she released him and began moving towards the turbolift. He had to prop himself up on the wall for the briefest of seconds as he caught his breath, until he was able to comprehend what was going on around him.
"As you vish..." he said, one hand moving the cigarette up to his lips and the other moving to the slight indentation that had been made with her teeth.
Taking a long drag off of the cigarette, he tossed it off to the side as he followed his fellow Romulan hybrid. Grey eyes traced over her, smirking to himself. This raw, abrasive energy she put forward was intoxicating. She was a warrior angel, brimming with divine wrath, and he was but a humble crusader ready to wash the blood from her feet when the battle came to an end.
Tag: Jovireh Velal
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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 18, 2021 13:11:25 GMT
[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.” [Felicity Ellis - Sickbay]Felicity's smile was kind of half-grimace, half-relief. Appreciating honesty in others was one thing, but what she kept saying to people was borderline unprofessional. Well, there was no borderline about it really, and as straightforward as she liked to be with the crew, this was next level. But she kept quiet, and listened to the report. They were all still very much in the dark about this, but at least now they were moving in the same direction. And even though the Security team she'd brought were just as compromised as everyone else, they seemed to retain the ability to do their jobs with some basic ability. She took a look at the readings at the end of the Bajoran's biobed. She could identify the areas of the brain affected, and it wasn't long before a few more pieces of the puzzle began to snap together. "A virus impacted on our ability to control base impulses and behaviours, engineered to respond to individual physiology, and achieving a massive infection rate within one hour. This is... well, it's bad.""No shit," Ramone whispered. Then he immediately blushed. "It's appropriate. Okay, Medical staff, continue to triage. I have a feeling we're soon going to be overrun, prepare to turn Secondary Sickbay's lights on. Hathos," she turned back to look at the Romulan Ensign, "Let's collect readings and blood samples from each of these patients and take everything we have to the Secure Medical Lab. Anyone with the relevant expertise or experience, please join us. We need to figure out a way to slow this down while we figure out a way to stop it."Under her own orders, she began to move toward another thrashing patient, ready to take all the samples they might require. This was not her lane, never had been, this had been Cameron's bag. It was impossible not to thing of him now, in the midst of an apparent epidemic. She knew she had to make sure that this would not be a repeat of Taranko. The similarities were striking, and hope was beginning to fade. "Perhaps a moratorium on apologies for today, Ensign, what do you think? Otherwise we'll probably just spend the whole time saying sorry to each other and not getting any work done." Despite herself, she managed a slight grin.
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 18, 2021 13:27:38 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. [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. [Ensign Nork - Promenade]"A wise choice," Nork declared, his voice almost breaking with the passion he felt within. "It brings me great joy." He closed the distance between them, his own hand raised as he reached out to touch his index and middle fingers to hers in a bold move, mirroring the intent as though the pair were already joined. He reached out with his other hand to cup T'Laara's face gently, though once freed from their electric touch of fingertips, he took a firm hold of her, pulling her body flush against his. Meanwhile, his army marched on, keen to own everything the dim light touched. Spying the open Delirium, a number of them switched direction and streamed inside in search of liquid fuel for their conquests. A large number of them became distracted by the tempting beat and began to make some moves on the dancefloor. The chants of "NORK!" turned into something else as they let go and enslaved themselves to the rhythm. "DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!"
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Jem Sparkles
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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 18, 2021 14:31:09 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Kova wasn't exactly certain what was going on between the two Talorians, but it certainly seemed to be some sort of power struggle. Which was rather telling, considering L'Sho didn't seem to be the sort to share power with anyone. For the time being, Kova remained quiet, listening to the exchange. Was this L'Vysh'ta some sort of companion of his? She was certainly younger than L'Sho and greatly irritated by Kova's presence. A smug smile appeared on Kova's face as L'Sho complimented her skills. This L'Vysh'ta would simply have to get used to the notion that regardless of her station, it was now diminished in L'Sho's eyes. There was one word that had been spoken, and given the venom, Kova assumed it to be an insult: Unclaimed. Kova made a mental note to do a little more research on Talorian culture. Clearly, the Talorian female expected some sort of commitment from L'Sho, though he wasn't inclined to oblige her... at least not in this moment. "We either attack the virus, or we attack the symptoms," Kova stated, practically dismissing L'Vysh'ta's presence. "If they are just discovering this nanovirus, we may not have enough time to derive a cure if we succumb entirely to the symptoms." Kova's hand opened a pocket window at the bottom of the screen. "There must be some drug that can diminish its effects."
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] His words cut deep, almost as if she had been gutted by a jagged blade and left to die. He had called her Untamed... openly. His words sounding so final as if Acknowledgement would never come. The Andorian now had his favor. Had she not known better, she'd assume that those antennae of hers emitted a pheromone more powerful than that of Orions or Deltans. And then, it was as if she were dismissed. Her brow furrowed and her fists clenched tightly. She would not be ignored. "I will not be ignored," L'Vysh'ta spat. "I will lay the heart of this station's fiercest warrior at your feet... or in defeat I will lay my own." One way or another, L'Vysh'ta would be recognized. Her eyes stared in L'Sho's direction, before she turned towards the door. A resolved sigh left her lips as she removed her blade from its sheath. L'Vysh'ta had laid eyes on this warrior. She was no longer fooled by the deceptive coverings of a Starfleet uniform. Defeating Front Ear's premiere warrior would surely force L'Sho into claiming her among his seed once and for all. "Now... where is the one they call... Nork?"
Tag: L'Sho
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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 18, 2021 18:46:48 GMT
Felicity's smile was kind of half-grimace, half-relief. Appreciating honesty in others was one thing, but what she kept saying to people was borderline unprofessional. Well, there was no borderline about it really, and as straightforward as she liked to be with the crew, this was next level. But she kept quiet, and listened to the report. They were all still very much in the dark about this, but at least now they were moving in the same direction. And even though the Security team she'd brought were just as compromised as everyone else, they seemed to retain the ability to do their jobs with some basic ability. She took a look at the readings at the end of the Bajoran's biobed. She could identify the areas of the brain affected, and it wasn't long before a few more pieces of the puzzle began to snap together. "A virus impacted on our ability to control base impulses and behaviours, engineered to respond to individual physiology, and achieving a massive infection rate within one hour. This is... well, it's bad.""No shit," Ramone whispered. Then he immediately blushed. "It's appropriate. Okay, Medical staff, continue to triage. I have a feeling we're soon going to be overrun, prepare to turn Secondary Sickbay's lights on. Hathos," she turned back to look at the Romulan Ensign, "Let's collect readings and blood samples from each of these patients and take everything we have to the Secure Medical Lab. Anyone with the relevant expertise or experience, please join us. We need to figure out a way to slow this down while we figure out a way to stop it."Under her own orders, she began to move toward another thrashing patient, ready to take all the samples they might require. This was not her lane, never had been, this had been Cameron's bag. It was impossible not to thing of him now, in the midst of an apparent epidemic. She knew she had to make sure that this would not be a repeat of Taranko. The similarities were striking, and hope was beginning to fade. "Perhaps a moratorium on apologies for today, Ensign, what do you think? Otherwise we'll probably just spend the whole time saying sorry to each other and not getting any work done." Despite herself, she managed a slight grin. [Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay]Hathos nodded in agreement to her coordination of the medical staff, her experience in command of others already standing mountains taller than his own even if his experience in medicine was more than substantial for his position. “I shall make a start on the blood samples commander.” He answered simply, the impulsive nature of dialogue at the moment making him instead decide to focus entirely on the idea of being at work so he did not have the attention span to also think of what to say, or at the least limit it. However despite saying he would go for the blood samples, another realisation of duty first came to his attention and so he immediately spun around, returning to one of the med bay computers. “Buggar, sorry Felicity but first…” A few moments of concentration on the console later he returned. “I have set the Neural monitor’s to send real time data down to the medical lab, we should be able to keep on top of the patient’s reactions from there.” In order to make sure his plan however was not in vein he tapped two staff on their shoulders as they sped past, not looking at them but speaking quickly with instructions. “Make sure the Neural monitors for every biobed is online, thank you.”Caught off guard initially by the slight grin of his commanding officer, Hathos returned the gesture with a warm and optimistic smile of his own. Giving her a nod of understanding. “I mean that sounds rather reasonable commander…” He begun, however a lighthearted, only slightly awkward shrug of honesty followed. “But something, likely the engineered neurovirus, tells me we’re gonna keep apologising a lot.” Unable to stop himself, he couldn’t help but laughing shake his head at the stories that would come out of such an event, an outburst which brought some offended cries from a crewman who seemed distraught over having accidentally dropped their tricorder. The Ensign set off without further hesitation collecting blood samples from as many of the patients as he could, collating them for transport and trying to guide the personal in somewhat control while barging past those in complete inability to focus and be productive to the emergency. He got through as many as he could, taking a deep breath of relief and then patted one of the security personal on the head to signify they were doing a good job, something he visibly regretted and sped away in uncomfortable pretending that he had done and seen nothing of the sort. All that was left was his quick trip to the medical lab, then to figure out how to cure this damn thing.
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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 19, 2021 0:13:15 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]As she entered the turbolift, she paused to glance over her shoulder, pleased to see that he was indeed following her. A sly smile lifted the corners of her lips as she let her gaze travel over him as he moved closer. The turbolift doors slid closed, and they were alone. Her heart was beating rapidly as she stepped closer to him, unable to stay away, and lightly touched the green band around his wrist. Her fingertips moved slowly up his arm, feeling the muscle tone beneath his skin, remembering vividly how it felt wrapped around her just moments ago. Alas, it was a short ride to the next floor, and all too soon the doors were sliding open once more. Taking a deep breath of resolve, she forced herself to drop her hand and step away from him, turning towards the loud voices. Well... at least it seemed they weren't all determined to destroy the station... She caught sight of a few of her team members who were attempting to herd the remaining upstarts away from the businesses. As she stepped onto the deck, part of her considered having a bit of fun and subduing the civilians bare-handed. After all, none of them were armed... But that would take a little more time. And she had some onething to do after this. So instead she pulled her phaser once more, turning towards the part of the mob that had not gotten distracted by the nightclub, and fired a wide beam at those closest to her.
Tag Lochi AreinnyeSoft Felicity Ellis
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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 19, 2021 1:11:04 GMT
[ T’Laara - Promenade] Nork expressed pleasure at T’Laara’s agreement, their fingers touching as he completed the gesture. Her breath caught as she let him take hold of her, their bodies pressed together. They were so close now. Her pulse raced with all-consuming passion. Letting go of any remaining inhibitions, she reached up to grip the back of his head and pull him fiercely into a kiss. In this moment she fully believed they could conquer the station… or anything else they wanted. She held nothing back, and couldn’t get enough. And so when T’Laara inevitably broke away, it was just to take a breath, their lips still brushing. The music and chanting of the crowd grew louder in the background, calling up a stray impulse. “Dance with me?” It was then that her sharp ears picked up the distant sound of renewed phaser fire. Felicity Ellis
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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 19, 2021 8:48:56 GMT
[Delirium - Promenade] Ah how she loved this song and how she could just let loose, forget what she was thinking and become a slave to the rhythm. After all that's what music did right?, or what was she ... nevermind. Whilst Jem may have been one with the beat, the sound of people entering roused the drag queen from the song. " Yes, yes my children come join me, have fun, drink and dance until we can't anymore" Jem encouraged as they gathered on the dancefloor. Their enthusiastic chants only encouraged Jem even more and as she drained the rest of her drink, was quick to join in with their hypnotic words. " Dance dance .... dance, dance".The Betazoid had never felt more alive and moved amongst the gathered, completely in her element and nothing could ruin it.
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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 19, 2021 20:08:17 GMT
[NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman MBE, FRS, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA, CPA - Civilian Decks -> Shuttlebay]Sir Doug, never too good at sharing his possessions, had not loaned out any of his bespoke suits to young Lieutenant Rin. Not that they would have fit, anyway. However, he did have infinite wisdom to share. "If you have the nerves, I could warm you with this on a minimum setting. I was stranded on Breen once, and that's how I made it."With this merry thought, they reached the shuttlebay, finding Lt. Th'zhaar and a young human(?), fortunately not quite in the throes of passion. "I believe I'm here to chaperone you!" the El-Aurian announced his presence. Not that that's necessarily what he would do, depending on how things developed.
Tag Rin Zakir , Kaya Som (Etienne), Shavan Th'zhaar [ Lt.JG. Rin Zakir - Civilian Quarters -> Shuttle Bay, Front ear Station] Zak waited patiently for the man to change clothes, wishing that he had time to run back to his quarters too. As it stood, he just had to hope that he would dry off gradually, now that he was out of the impromptu shower. Wait, he wanted to what? "Alright, shoot me, what could go wrong?", he shrugged, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Actually, don't answer that. Let's just get moving, while we still have a Station. Wouldn't mind hearing about that sometime, though!With that, the two finally made their way to the shuttlebay, where the apparent source of this madness had been located. Lieutenant Th'zhaar and an unfamiliar petty officer were already there, along with the collected debris and scattered clothing. Was it hot in here, or was it just him? Having overwritten many codes along the way in order to get through the otherwise sealed off sections, he made sure that the door once again sealed before also turning to the pair. "I think we're a little past that point", he commented on the chaperone remark, before looking around for anything that looked suspicious. "Found anything yet?", he then asked as he made his way to a nearby console to run his own scans. "Hey, old man, any advances on 'it's here'?", he then asked the el-aurian. He was starting to get a headache, and as soon as they found what was causing this whole mess, the better. Judith Eastman (Sir Doug), Shavan Th'zhaar and Kaya Som (Etienne)
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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 Dec 19, 2021 21:45:32 GMT
[NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman MBE, FRS, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA, CPA - Civilian Decks -> Shuttlebay] [...] "I believe I'm here to chaperone you!" the El-Aurian announced his presence. Not that that's necessarily what he would do, depending on how things developed. [ 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.” [ PO2 Étienne Fournier (bio) | Shuttle Repair Bay 2 ]Étienne startled at the intrusion, jumping free of Shavan. He didn't have his shirt or jacket anymore and they weren't immediately in view, so he crossed his arms awkwardly. He felt much more exposed being suddenly cold and separate Shavan, like being doused in cold water. He recognized the El-Aurian by reputation, but not the Bajoran. "There's, uh," he began, wiping his mouth. "We're checking for something cloaked in the debris." That was what they were meant to be doing, if they hadn't quite got around to it. "We were going to check for phased tachyons." He felt he should explain. "Something neurological - psychological - going on. You two seem ... fine. We're fine, too. Right." Rin Zakir , Shavan Th'zhaar , Judith Eastman
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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 19, 2021 23:38:11 GMT
[Ensign Hathos - Primary Sickbay]Hathos nodded in agreement to her coordination of the medical staff, her experience in command of others already standing mountains taller than his own even if his experience in medicine was more than substantial for his position. “I shall make a start on the blood samples commander.” He answered simply, the impulsive nature of dialogue at the moment making him instead decide to focus entirely on the idea of being at work so he did not have the attention span to also think of what to say, or at the least limit it. However despite saying he would go for the blood samples, another realisation of duty first came to his attention and so he immediately spun around, returning to one of the med bay computers. “Buggar, sorry Felicity but first…” A few moments of concentration on the console later he returned. “I have set the Neural monitor’s to send real time data down to the medical lab, we should be able to keep on top of the patient’s reactions from there.” In order to make sure his plan however was not in vein he tapped two staff on their shoulders as they sped past, not looking at them but speaking quickly with instructions. “Make sure the Neural monitors for every biobed is online, thank you.”Caught off guard initially by the slight grin of his commanding officer, Hathos returned the gesture with a warm and optimistic smile of his own. Giving her a nod of understanding. “I mean that sounds rather reasonable commander…” He begun, however a lighthearted, only slightly awkward shrug of honesty followed. “But something, likely the engineered neurovirus, tells me we’re gonna keep apologising a lot.” Unable to stop himself, he couldn’t help but laughing shake his head at the stories that would come out of such an event, an outburst which brought some offended cries from a crewman who seemed distraught over having accidentally dropped their tricorder. The Ensign set off without further hesitation collecting blood samples from as many of the patients as he could, collating them for transport and trying to guide the personal in somewhat control while barging past those in complete inability to focus and be productive to the emergency. He got through as many as he could, taking a deep breath of relief and then patted one of the security personal on the head to signify they were doing a good job, something he visibly regretted and sped away in uncomfortable pretending that he had done and seen nothing of the sort. All that was left was his quick trip to the medical lab, then to figure out how to cure this damn thing. [Felicity Ellis - Sickbay -> Med-Lab 1]The news that neural monitors had already been affixed to their Patient Zero (maybe?) guests and would transmit to the Med-Lab was a welcomed one, and one less thing Felicity would have to worry about. Right now the virus seemed to be impacting on those three areas of the brain, but had not yet made any changes on any deep, permanent level. She thought that perhaps it might just be a matter of time, but at least they'd know immediately via the monitors if things began to change. "Most likely," she agreed fairly readily to the Ensign's assertion that they were probably just going to keep apologising. "It's better than trying to kill each other, I suppose. Or screwing." She paused what she was doing, sample still in hand as she looked up and stared at the wall with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Or maybe not."Then she shrugged and began to make her way down the passageway that lead past the Sickbay suites and toward the secure laboratories. They would have to keep on their toes to avoid some of the more active patients. Ramone appeared to be working away, though tears were now running down his cheeks. The sight was kind of heart-breaking, but Felicity knew she didn't have time to stop and comfort him. She thought that perhaps there'd be plenty more tears to come. That was, of course, provided they managed to end this fiasco. She was gratified to note that a number of techs were already hard at work when she entered Med-Lab 1. Looking behind her to make sure Hathos was following, she then gestured to get everyone's attention and gathered everyone for a quick briefing. A pair of technicians were holding hands and smiling blissfully at each other as they walked closer. "Ugh. I hate PDA," she said conversationally to everybody. "Considering our situation though, prudent course of action is to ignore it. But - bleurgh, you two." She made a retching sound at them. As though there was nothing at all strange about that, she ploughed on with the official stuff. "We need time to study this and to formulate a cure, if we can. I need the readings taken checked against the database, twice, and I want someone to confirm our findings with Starfleet Medical. Lunn can do that - where is he? Is he hiding!? Never mind." She waved her hand and moved on to the next order of business. She'd deal with Kece Lunn herself once there was time. "Is there anything we can do to slow this down? Large public areas of the station are under forcefield, can we consider some sort of sedation?"It would involve getting to Environmental Control, no doubt, but they'd do what they had to, whether the mob saw it coming or not.
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 20, 2021 0:06:18 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Promenade]As she entered the turbolift, she paused to glance over her shoulder, pleased to see that he was indeed following her. A sly smile lifted the corners of her lips as she let her gaze travel over him as he moved closer. The turbolift doors slid closed, and they were alone. Her heart was beating rapidly as she stepped closer to him, unable to stay away, and lightly touched the green band around his wrist. Her fingertips moved slowly up his arm, feeling the muscle tone beneath his skin, remembering vividly how it felt wrapped around her just moments ago. Alas, it was a short ride to the next floor, and all too soon the doors were sliding open once more. Taking a deep breath of resolve, she forced herself to drop her hand and step away from him, turning towards the loud voices. Well... at least it seemed they weren't all determined to destroy the station... She caught sight of a few of her team members who were attempting to herd the remaining upstarts away from the businesses. As she stepped onto the deck, part of her considered having a bit of fun and subduing the civilians bare-handed. After all, none of them were armed... But that would take a little more time. And she had some onething to do after this. So instead she pulled her phaser once more, turning towards the part of the mob that had not gotten distracted by the nightclub, and fired a wide beam at those closest to her. [ T’Laara - Promenade] Nork expressed pleasure at T’Laara’s agreement, their fingers touching as he completed the gesture. Her breath caught as she let him take hold of her, their bodies pressed together. They were so close now. Her pulse raced with all-consuming passion. Letting go of any remaining inhibitions, she reached up to grip the back of his head and pull him fiercely into a kiss. In this moment she fully believed they could conquer the station… or anything else they wanted. She held nothing back, and couldn’t get enough. And so when T’Laara inevitably broke away, it was just to take a breath, their lips still brushing. The music and chanting of the crowd grew louder in the background, calling up a stray impulse. “Dance with me?” It was then that her sharp ears picked up the distant sound of renewed phaser fire. [Delirium - Promenade] Ah how she loved this song and how she could just let loose, forget what she was thinking and become a slave to the rhythm. After all that's what music did right?, or what was she ... nevermind. Whilst Jem may have been one with the beat, the sound of people entering roused the drag queen from the song. " Yes, yes my children come join me, have fun, drink and dance until we can't anymore" Jem encouraged as they gathered on the dancefloor. Their enthusiastic chants only encouraged Jem even more and as she drained the rest of her drink, was quick to join in with their hypnotic words. " Dance dance .... dance, dance".The Betazoid had never felt more alive and moved amongst the gathered, completely in her element and nothing could ruin it. [Ensign Nork - Promenade]The thrill of conquest felt much like the thrill of T'Laara's kiss. Nork was breathless. He felt uncentered. It was glorious, it was the ultimate addiction. He wanted more; nay, he needed it. He could no longer be without it. The feel of her lips on his, insistent, fierce as she claimed as much as he did. She demanded his attention, every fibre of his being was being called to her, and he ached. When she pulled away, breaking their kiss, he felt like cursing the cosmos. When she spoke and asked something of him, he could never dream of denying her. "I am your servant, and your King."Some sudden movement near the tail-end of his army caught his attention. Nork sucked in a breath, anger crossed his features. He moved to put himself between the source of the threat and his T'Laara, his chest still rising and falling from the exertion of their embrace. "How dare you!?" He roared as a number of his people fell to a wide-beam stun. "How dare you challenge King Nork, dudes?" Asked one of his Faithful, who was grooving by, hooked by a tasty beat coming from Delirium. For a moment the half-naked dancer looked conflicted, but then he shrugged an apology toward the Vulcan. "Sorry, man, I'd stay and help but... I'm gone, man. Solid gone." Nork shook his head with disappointment as the man electric-slided away. "Who challenges me?" Nork asked, having to take care of his own business, it seemed.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar (T'Laara), Jovireh Velal . Soft: Jem Sparkles , Kova Sh'qaleq (L'Vysh'ta)
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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 20, 2021 0:48:10 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] Kova wasn't exactly certain what was going on between the two Talorians, but it certainly seemed to be some sort of power struggle. Which was rather telling, considering L'Sho didn't seem to be the sort to share power with anyone. For the time being, Kova remained quiet, listening to the exchange. Was this L'Vysh'ta some sort of companion of his? She was certainly younger than L'Sho and greatly irritated by Kova's presence. A smug smile appeared on Kova's face as L'Sho complimented her skills. This L'Vysh'ta would simply have to get used to the notion that regardless of her station, it was now diminished in L'Sho's eyes. There was one word that had been spoken, and given the venom, Kova assumed it to be an insult: Unclaimed. Kova made a mental note to do a little more research on Talorian culture. Clearly, the Talorian female expected some sort of commitment from L'Sho, though he wasn't inclined to oblige her... at least not in this moment. "We either attack the virus, or we attack the symptoms," Kova stated, practically dismissing L'Vysh'ta's presence. "If they are just discovering this nanovirus, we may not have enough time to derive a cure if we succumb entirely to the symptoms." Kova's hand opened a pocket window at the bottom of the screen. "There must be some drug that can diminish its effects."
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] His words cut deep, almost as if she had been gutted by a jagged blade and left to die. He had called her Untamed... openly. His words sounding so final as if Acknowledgement would never come. The Andorian now had his favor. Had she not known better, she'd assume that those antennae of hers emitted a pheromone more powerful than that of Orions or Deltans. And then, it was as if she were dismissed. Her brow furrowed and her fists clenched tightly. She would not be ignored. "I will not be ignored," L'Vysh'ta spat. "I will lay the heart of this station's fiercest warrior at your feet... or in defeat I will lay my own." One way or another, L'Vysh'ta would be recognized. Her eyes stared in L'Sho's direction, before she turned towards the door. A resolved sigh left her lips as she removed her blade from its sheath. L'Vysh'ta had laid eyes on this warrior. She was no longer fooled by the deceptive coverings of a Starfleet uniform. Defeating Front Ear's premiere warrior would surely force L'Sho into claiming her among his seed once and for all. "Now... where is the one they call... Nork?" [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Blue Beta]Well, he certainly would not be able to ignore her laying her own heart at his feet, try as he might that would be beyond even L'Sho's cool detachment. He had no notion as to who the fiercest warrior on the station might be. Naturally, that title would belong to him, T'Rok or L'Vysh'ta herself, but apart from the Talorian contingent, she was not likely to find much by way of true challenge. He had learned that Vulcans had impressive strength, and Klingons. He had hoped to spar with a Klingon at some stage. The idea suddenly filled him with a rush of youthful pugnacity. Perhaps the talented Andorian would oblige... "Yes, if you must," he said, somewhat belatedly, to his ha'la's departing form. "Kamara, ha'la."His Andorian ally was already back to work, and L'Sho continued to be impressed by her tenacity. Others would have ran in fear of L'Vysh'ta's threats, or at the very least they may have sobbed or begged for clemency. This one though, she just kept talking as though there had been no interruption at all. L'Sho enjoyed that. "You will pinpoint the location of such a drug, and I will retrieve it. It is highly unlikely that these pinkskins -" Oh, he did enjoy that, too. "Will manage anything remotely as effective." They could not rely on them, not for anything. Well, maybe for baked goods. But that was it. The human woman from earlier threw the male against the bar, picked up a glass and tried to smash it over his head. L'Sho watched with detached interest. "Some mornings when I awaken I am surprised that the station is still orbiting the planet," he confided.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq
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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 20, 2021 3:58:10 GMT
[ Kova Sh’qaleq - Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] L'Sho seemed as dismissive of the Talorian woman's antics as she had been. Somehow, the show of power by him was... stimulating. The temptation to strike him right along that rigid jaw of his... to feel the warm sensation of Talorian blood smeared across her knuckles... and what could follow. She dismissed the notion as there were more important things to contend with. Somehow, knowing that there was some sort of virus that was potentially responsible for these actions made her more aware. Though, it also made the very thoughts that assaulted her more enticing. She was thankful for his question about where to find the drugs she had eluded to. The most obvious answer was Sickbay, but it was likely they would encounter some resistance. As annoying as the pinkskins could be, it would be wise to limit interaction with them until they had some means of inoculation on hand. "We can find what we're looking for in Sickbay, however, medical supplies are also held in Storage Bay 2. It is more likely that we would encounter minimal resistance there."
[NPC - L’Vysh’ta - Promenade, Front Ear Station ] The Talorian vacated the Blue Beta Bar in search of this station's champion. All she needed to do was follow the chaos. It seemed that Starfleet Security was attempting to reach Nork before she could. That would deny her the opportunity to add her own distinction to L'Sho's familial line. In fact, it could likely lead to here forfeiting her own life. While she had no fear of dying, she dreaded the prospect of doing so unclaimed. The crowd quickly began to thin at the sound of phaser fire, thinning out Nork's would-be army. It was nothing but a collection of weaklings. They were drunken hedonists... very few of them actually warriors. She could hear the Vulcan call out his inquiry, asking who seeks to challenge him. A slight smirk passed along her lips. He would have the honor of knowing by name the person that would best him. The Talorian carved her way through the wall of flesh to make her way to Nork. Her hand rested on the shoulder as she spun one human on their heels and drove her fist directly into the middle of his face and breaking his nose. He dropped to the floor in agony barely conscious. The attack dissuaded some, but angered one of the followers that swung wildly at L'Vysh'ta. She only lowered herself, continued to charge forward and tossing him over her shoulder as she continued forward. A sharp back fist... a kick direcly to another's chest. They toppled so easily as she continued to drive herself foward. "I challenge you!" L'Vysh'ta called. She didn't hold the same restraints for safety as the security officers did, and they were of no concern to her in this moment. "Say your goodbyes to your chosen now, for she will only have your remains to hold once L'Vysh'ta of Talor has smothered your life's flame."
Tag: L'Sho
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