Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 29, 2020 23:01:27 GMT
Hello, FRONTIER!
We are ready to vote on our first Post of the Month. We have received 6 posts that you may choose between. Below, you will find each post, a link to it in the thread (so you can read it with its surrounding context), and the reason that the nominator gave for it.
The poll will be open for 2 days. If no one post gains a majority, we'll have a runoff vote between the top two vote-getters.
So, here goes. Click on each submission to show all the details.
These are all excellent posts from our excellent writers, so we understand if you just want to choose them all, but please, vote for one.
We are ready to vote on our first Post of the Month. We have received 6 posts that you may choose between. Below, you will find each post, a link to it in the thread (so you can read it with its surrounding context), and the reason that the nominator gave for it.
The poll will be open for 2 days. If no one post gains a majority, we'll have a runoff vote between the top two vote-getters.
So, here goes. Click on each submission to show all the details.
{Submission #1 is by Sven Aune } It was nominated twice, and here are both explanations:
Here's the post:
| Deck 15, Section 112 , Mercer's Quarters|
"Glady." While she wasn't sure how the woman fit in to all this, she didn't really care, she'd taken a shot at them, and even if she hadn't specifically intended to do them harm, she very well could have. Plus there was the 'obstruction of justice'.
"Come on, now, Bright Light, time to wake up and put on some clothes." Sure, she was pissed, but she wasn't going to parade the woman naked through the station. Tapping a bit roughly on the shoulder, she nudged the woman awaken then tossed her a robe. "Put that on, or you get nothing, got it?"
Wisely, the woman cooperated, and Rio then cuffed her. "What about you, sir? she asked Sven, "do you want me to wrap that for you?" She grinned. "Blood doesn't bother me!"
Sven Aune
Ozu Saya
| Deck 15, Section 112, Mercer's quarters -> S2 Main Brig, detention Cell 3 & 4 | | lt. Sven Aune | Arnold Mercer | Hildi Garrett | Computer |
The sound of ripping clothes filled the air as Sven tore off a piece of his uniform - the section that got slashed- using his teeth and the uninjured hand he cinched the cloth around the wound for a makeshift bandage. "I think I got it ensign. Though if this doesn't hold I may take you up on that offer." He retrieved the knife and stood Mercer on his feet and half frog marched, half dragged him out of the quarters. He waited for Rio to walk the unnamed woman out before issuing a command to the computer. "Computer, security lock-down Arnold Mercer's quarters."
"Are you okay, Rio?" he asked making sure the ensign wasn't too rattled before requesting transport to the Security Node.
Moments later Sven felt the odd sensation of being taken apart bit by bit and reconstructed in a swirl of blue light. Mercer re-materialized in detention cell 3 while the woman was sent to 4. Rio and Sven, thankfully, due to the diligence of the transporter chief were on the outside!
"Computer run a facial recognition on Jane Doe in cell 4."
"Hildi Garrett." it came back with, "Age 32. Weight, 69 kilograms. Height, 159 centimeters."
"Criminal record?"
"Hildi Garrett has 4 entries of criminal misdemeanors. Including larceny, possession of controlled substances. Sale of controlled substances and assault and battery."
Sven nodded. He looked to Rio. "Well, that's interesting." it really wasn't. He was being sarcastic.
He walked over to Cell 3 and tapped on the force field. It buzzed and fizzled. "What about you? What's your connection to the break in at the Blue Beta Bar and Grill?"
"Nothin'."
"I don't believe that" Sven said cracking his knuckles. It seemed that Mercer was inexperienced in the realm of crime. "Rio, would you mind turning off the security feed?" he said to her, playing the bad cop. Of course he didn't really want her to do that. Everything would be recorded. He hoped she would pick up on the act and play along.
Mercer's eyes popped up and a flash of panic ran across his face before he tried to compose it.
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Tags
Rio Sosa
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Sven and Rio did an amazing job running with this storyline, but I found this post particularly well-written and humorous, as well as enjoying the palpable menace Sven conveys toward Mercer. Just an all-around great contribution to the event.
This post had just about everything I like to see. It was clever, amusing, and well-written. Sven showed his own smarts, and advanced the plot, all while leaving a nice, wide opening for his scene partner to shine too. NPC use wins extra points too - and the text colors work together nicely.
All in all, it's a post that made me both chuckle and nod appreciatively.
All in all, it's a post that made me both chuckle and nod appreciatively.
"Glady." While she wasn't sure how the woman fit in to all this, she didn't really care, she'd taken a shot at them, and even if she hadn't specifically intended to do them harm, she very well could have. Plus there was the 'obstruction of justice'.
"Come on, now, Bright Light, time to wake up and put on some clothes." Sure, she was pissed, but she wasn't going to parade the woman naked through the station. Tapping a bit roughly on the shoulder, she nudged the woman awaken then tossed her a robe. "Put that on, or you get nothing, got it?"
Wisely, the woman cooperated, and Rio then cuffed her. "What about you, sir? she asked Sven, "do you want me to wrap that for you?" She grinned. "Blood doesn't bother me!"
Sven Aune
Ozu Saya
The sound of ripping clothes filled the air as Sven tore off a piece of his uniform - the section that got slashed- using his teeth and the uninjured hand he cinched the cloth around the wound for a makeshift bandage. "I think I got it ensign. Though if this doesn't hold I may take you up on that offer." He retrieved the knife and stood Mercer on his feet and half frog marched, half dragged him out of the quarters. He waited for Rio to walk the unnamed woman out before issuing a command to the computer. "Computer, security lock-down Arnold Mercer's quarters."
"Are you okay, Rio?" he asked making sure the ensign wasn't too rattled before requesting transport to the Security Node.
Moments later Sven felt the odd sensation of being taken apart bit by bit and reconstructed in a swirl of blue light. Mercer re-materialized in detention cell 3 while the woman was sent to 4. Rio and Sven, thankfully, due to the diligence of the transporter chief were on the outside!
"Computer run a facial recognition on Jane Doe in cell 4."
"Hildi Garrett." it came back with, "Age 32. Weight, 69 kilograms. Height, 159 centimeters."
"Criminal record?"
"Hildi Garrett has 4 entries of criminal misdemeanors. Including larceny, possession of controlled substances. Sale of controlled substances and assault and battery."
Sven nodded. He looked to Rio. "Well, that's interesting." it really wasn't. He was being sarcastic.
He walked over to Cell 3 and tapped on the force field. It buzzed and fizzled. "What about you? What's your connection to the break in at the Blue Beta Bar and Grill?"
"Nothin'."
"I don't believe that" Sven said cracking his knuckles. It seemed that Mercer was inexperienced in the realm of crime. "Rio, would you mind turning off the security feed?" he said to her, playing the bad cop. Of course he didn't really want her to do that. Everything would be recorded. He hoped she would pick up on the act and play along.
Mercer's eyes popped up and a flash of panic ran across his face before he tried to compose it.
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Tags
Rio Sosa
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{Submission #2 is by Isaiah Quinn , as his NPC Kova Sh'qaleq} This is the reason given:
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"Lets go." Sven growled as he frogmarched Mercer. They took the express turbo to the main promenade deck. As they walked through the main thoroughfare it was brightly lit, with colorful flashing lights. it was bustling with life of all sorts. The walked along and passed a number of shops when something caught Sven's eye. She was an Andorian. Strikingly beautiful. But he saw her face earlier on his security report. She had a history of hacking. And she had been through the academy.
"Rio, recognize her? I wonder if she has some sort of connection to all of this?" Sven walked over to her. "Security ma'am. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Mercer, stood up straighter and sucked in his beer belly, trying to look smaller. He gave her a wink despite being in cuffs.
[NPC - Kova Sh'qaleq - Promenade, Front Ear Station]
Kova's search for a Raktajino had brought her to the replimats on Deck 9. They were directly in reach until that sight was obstructed by what seemed like a mountain of a security officer. She'd seen this one around as well. Honestly, how could you miss him? Which begged the question of why no one had dropped him with a disruptor blast? Still, Kova had somehow expected this, though not this soon. Whenever something goes awry, round up the usual suspects. Did they even bother to actually investigate?
"Questions regarding... what exactly?" Kova asked. Her eyes drifted from Aune to his partner and their prisoner, who seemed to be doing his best to hit on her while clearly confined in cuffs. Kova scoffed and rolled her eyes at the man. "If it has anything to do with this gentleman, and I use the term quite loosely, then I'm proud to say that I have no idea who he is, nor any interest to change that fact." The Andorian made certain that her eyes met Mercer's, hoping she had squashed any thoughts that had begun to brew in his perverted little labido. "Now, if you'll excuse, I have an appointment I need to get to." Her eyes moved to Aune and then to Sosa. "Lieutenant. Crewman."
Tag: Rio Sosa , Sven Aune
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Kova's dialog just tickled me.
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"Rio, recognize her? I wonder if she has some sort of connection to all of this?" Sven walked over to her. "Security ma'am. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Mercer, stood up straighter and sucked in his beer belly, trying to look smaller. He gave her a wink despite being in cuffs.
Kova's search for a Raktajino had brought her to the replimats on Deck 9. They were directly in reach until that sight was obstructed by what seemed like a mountain of a security officer. She'd seen this one around as well. Honestly, how could you miss him? Which begged the question of why no one had dropped him with a disruptor blast? Still, Kova had somehow expected this, though not this soon. Whenever something goes awry, round up the usual suspects. Did they even bother to actually investigate?
"Questions regarding... what exactly?" Kova asked. Her eyes drifted from Aune to his partner and their prisoner, who seemed to be doing his best to hit on her while clearly confined in cuffs. Kova scoffed and rolled her eyes at the man. "If it has anything to do with this gentleman, and I use the term quite loosely, then I'm proud to say that I have no idea who he is, nor any interest to change that fact." The Andorian made certain that her eyes met Mercer's, hoping she had squashed any thoughts that had begun to brew in his perverted little labido. "Now, if you'll excuse, I have an appointment I need to get to." Her eyes moved to Aune and then to Sosa. "Lieutenant. Crewman."
Tag: Rio Sosa , Sven Aune
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{Submission #3 is by Elijah Azaria } The submitter didn't give a reason.
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[NPC - Fatax - Chief Melinh's Office]
Fatax looked rather pleased at who they had sent to examine him. A doctor, admittedly a hyoo-mon, but not a fee-male. There were too many fee-males on this station, which could go a long way to explaining why it ran so poorly.
"The big ex-con grabbed me by the neck, choked me, pushed me against the wall," he explained. "It was jarring, and outrageous! People like that should be kept in prison forever."
Fatax was suitably bruised, considering the abuses he'd suffered, but nothing was broken.
Tag Elijah Azaria[Chief Melihn's Office]
Elijah surveyed the Ferengi’s face as he spoke, looking for ticks of deception that most often portrayed when lying; he found none. He could see bruises were evident, backing up the Victim’s retelling.
“I’m sorry to hear that you were attacked,” Elijah said, though his voice lacked emotion, he did genuinely sympathise with the man. Though Elijah didn’t like to think about it, cases such as this reminded him of similar bruises he sustained growing up and he glanced to the Security Officer chaperoning before lowering his gaze. “I’m certain Chief Melihn will be taking your case very seriously.” Elijah, having set his medkit down on the corner of Chief Melihn’s desk, opened it and retrieved a medical tricorder. Though he believed the Feregi was indeed assaulted, he still wanted to be able to report logistics back to Chief Melihn when the examination was complete. It took mere seconds and Elijah was in no way surprised by the device’s findings. He completed the same routine with a reader tube before putting the equipment away. “My examination is complete. Before we return to Chief Melihn, I would like to offer you a spray of Hydrocortilene to alleviate pain. It is, however, your right to refuse treatment if you believe you don’t need it.”
Tag:
Judith Eastman
You can read the post in context here.
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Fatax looked rather pleased at who they had sent to examine him. A doctor, admittedly a hyoo-mon, but not a fee-male. There were too many fee-males on this station, which could go a long way to explaining why it ran so poorly.
"The big ex-con grabbed me by the neck, choked me, pushed me against the wall," he explained. "It was jarring, and outrageous! People like that should be kept in prison forever."
Fatax was suitably bruised, considering the abuses he'd suffered, but nothing was broken.
Tag Elijah Azaria
Elijah surveyed the Ferengi’s face as he spoke, looking for ticks of deception that most often portrayed when lying; he found none. He could see bruises were evident, backing up the Victim’s retelling.
“I’m sorry to hear that you were attacked,” Elijah said, though his voice lacked emotion, he did genuinely sympathise with the man. Though Elijah didn’t like to think about it, cases such as this reminded him of similar bruises he sustained growing up and he glanced to the Security Officer chaperoning before lowering his gaze. “I’m certain Chief Melihn will be taking your case very seriously.” Elijah, having set his medkit down on the corner of Chief Melihn’s desk, opened it and retrieved a medical tricorder. Though he believed the Feregi was indeed assaulted, he still wanted to be able to report logistics back to Chief Melihn when the examination was complete. It took mere seconds and Elijah was in no way surprised by the device’s findings. He completed the same routine with a reader tube before putting the equipment away. “My examination is complete. Before we return to Chief Melihn, I would like to offer you a spray of Hydrocortilene to alleviate pain. It is, however, your right to refuse treatment if you believe you don’t need it.”
Tag:
Judith Eastman
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{Submission #4 is by Alex Hust } This is the reason given:
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[Costa - Caves, Kerelia]
Oblivious to the strange activity above the surface, Costa, with her breath held, was busy scraping the glittering rocks under the water. She'd located what she considered to be the perfect sample, and with the wide blade of her machete, was trying to dislodge it. At regular intervals she had to stop and break above for breath, but she was so focused on the task at hand she saw nothing but the sparkling shiny. Eventually she loosened one of the gems, which had been buried in the rock, enough to free it. Grinning broadly at a curious, colourful fish, she tucked the stone into the cup of her bra. Then she let go of the uneven stone wall she'd been hanging on to, and let her natural buoyancy take her back to the surface.
She broke, sucked in a huge, exultant breath, and then paddled back the short distance toward the ledge. It took her a second to notice the very ugly thing bent over one of her boots. The pair stared at each other for a moment, it blinking its six sets of eyes, her widening her measly one set. Then she let a roar out of her, raised her arm from the water and brandished the blade.
The thing hissed at her and she launched herself out of the water.
With her bio-mechanical arm she heaved herself up, and grunted with the pain in her ankle when she kicked her legs. As soon as she was clear, she stabbed at the ugly alien cave creature. It was still hissing, but it backed up and skittered away from her and her blade. It was only then that she noticed the roof above her was moving. She glanced up and inhaled sharply at the sight of dozens of the grotesques, hanging almost upside down, and scarpering for the exit. They paid her little heed, seemingly intent on reaching the outside world.
Costa hurried and began to pull her pants on, grimacing at the positions she was contorting her foot into. She plucked her comms device out of the boot the thing had been pawing and pressed it. =//= "Hust. Kepelésh to?" Her voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper as she eyed the departing creatures and tugged on her boots. "Mowteng to bek fo da kapawu. Lock im xox gut, sasa ké? Desh wa ting mi na lik xiya." =//=
[In the Forest]
Alex had become more and more uncomfortable the longer he spent on the surface. The more time he spent watching, listening, and walking around, the more he couldn't shake the idea that he was being watched. Evaluated. Analyzed. It was uncomfortable. He tried chalking it up to his fear of the open spaces, his time outside a vac-suit and the fact that the horizon went on forever, both stretching into infinity, yet contained. There was no end in sight of clean, breathable air and solid ground to plant his feet on, but at the same time it was just too far. There was nothing in the sky keeping it all in - no hard plating over his face to protect him, no bulkhead and gamma-welded metal holding the bubbles of air together. There was simply... nothing. It was terrifying. Nothing solid and physical telling him where one thing ended, and another began. It felt like he shouldn't be able to breathe - and with this thinking, his breath began to catch in his own throat, his body fighting to not release any air to the void, a void he thought into existence. He had to pause and close his eyes, listening and forcing himself to heel in order to calm down.
As he'd been walking, regardless of his reasoning, he had become more attentive to the sounds around him. Where he would usually listen for alerts, proximity warnings, the dull thud of metal reverberating through his suit and whatever he was touching, or even the nothing of free-floating in space, always monitoring for the hiss of air, he now found those ears primed and searching for other, subtle sounds. To go from an environment in space of hearing little to hearing all the sounds of a full ecosystem, it was equal parts relaxing and terrifying. But, it made him notice things, such as when that sudden wilderness got quiet. When it felt like a wave of silence had forced all the animals into frozen places, afraid to move at all. It was a warning.
He reached down and extracted the disruptor from his holster, powering it up to half power, enough to put down almost anything in one good hit. The whine of the disruptor filled the air, as his commbadge at his shoulder, where he'd moved it, chirped out with a message from Costa. Something was drastically wrong, for her to actually have caved and contacted him. She ordered him back to the ship, and to lock it down tight. He turned on his heel and began moving quickly again through the trees, moving back toward the caves as branches scraped at his face and small brush was tramped to the ground underfoot. He paid no mind to trying to be subtle or careful as he blundered through the woods. Costa, for all her flaws, stubborn attitude, and the like was his Hed. He'd defend his Hed and his freightalowda.
=\\= Na, Hed. Keting showxa tu? Mi ere mi we, tu nakangepensa pashangwala. Ge kopengda kong tim! Ere dédeya. =\\=
He quickly changed his comms frequency, calling the ship and one of the few crew he knew on the ship. The Engineer, Baggy.
=\\= Oye, Baggy! Lock im xox gut, sasa ké? Hed's showxa. =\\= he said, sharp and curt, before switching back channels. Baggy would follow orders, or he'd be a moron. Either way, that was his problem.
As he approached the clearing, he raised the disruptor and prepared to fire on anything that didn't resemble a human being, and didn't right care what it was at the time. He spotted a target, and let loose, the whine and shine of green death streaking forth from the emitter of his weapon, screaming through the void seeking a target.
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It's not often that the realities and pains of a life lived in space are addressed in RP. Here, David uses Alex beautifully to show us that not everyone is as comfortable on land as they are in space, along with showcasing the physical shortcomings of someone who grew up in low-G environments. We can feel Alex's discomfort here, and almost see his panic in his actions.
It's a thoughtful and accurate representation, and I really enjoyed the mix of realism and creativity.
It's a thoughtful and accurate representation, and I really enjoyed the mix of realism and creativity.
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Oblivious to the strange activity above the surface, Costa, with her breath held, was busy scraping the glittering rocks under the water. She'd located what she considered to be the perfect sample, and with the wide blade of her machete, was trying to dislodge it. At regular intervals she had to stop and break above for breath, but she was so focused on the task at hand she saw nothing but the sparkling shiny. Eventually she loosened one of the gems, which had been buried in the rock, enough to free it. Grinning broadly at a curious, colourful fish, she tucked the stone into the cup of her bra. Then she let go of the uneven stone wall she'd been hanging on to, and let her natural buoyancy take her back to the surface.
She broke, sucked in a huge, exultant breath, and then paddled back the short distance toward the ledge. It took her a second to notice the very ugly thing bent over one of her boots. The pair stared at each other for a moment, it blinking its six sets of eyes, her widening her measly one set. Then she let a roar out of her, raised her arm from the water and brandished the blade.
The thing hissed at her and she launched herself out of the water.
With her bio-mechanical arm she heaved herself up, and grunted with the pain in her ankle when she kicked her legs. As soon as she was clear, she stabbed at the ugly alien cave creature. It was still hissing, but it backed up and skittered away from her and her blade. It was only then that she noticed the roof above her was moving. She glanced up and inhaled sharply at the sight of dozens of the grotesques, hanging almost upside down, and scarpering for the exit. They paid her little heed, seemingly intent on reaching the outside world.
Costa hurried and began to pull her pants on, grimacing at the positions she was contorting her foot into. She plucked her comms device out of the boot the thing had been pawing and pressed it. =//= "Hust. Kepelésh to?" Her voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper as she eyed the departing creatures and tugged on her boots. "Mowteng to bek fo da kapawu. Lock im xox gut, sasa ké? Desh wa ting mi na lik xiya." =//=
Alex had become more and more uncomfortable the longer he spent on the surface. The more time he spent watching, listening, and walking around, the more he couldn't shake the idea that he was being watched. Evaluated. Analyzed. It was uncomfortable. He tried chalking it up to his fear of the open spaces, his time outside a vac-suit and the fact that the horizon went on forever, both stretching into infinity, yet contained. There was no end in sight of clean, breathable air and solid ground to plant his feet on, but at the same time it was just too far. There was nothing in the sky keeping it all in - no hard plating over his face to protect him, no bulkhead and gamma-welded metal holding the bubbles of air together. There was simply... nothing. It was terrifying. Nothing solid and physical telling him where one thing ended, and another began. It felt like he shouldn't be able to breathe - and with this thinking, his breath began to catch in his own throat, his body fighting to not release any air to the void, a void he thought into existence. He had to pause and close his eyes, listening and forcing himself to heel in order to calm down.
As he'd been walking, regardless of his reasoning, he had become more attentive to the sounds around him. Where he would usually listen for alerts, proximity warnings, the dull thud of metal reverberating through his suit and whatever he was touching, or even the nothing of free-floating in space, always monitoring for the hiss of air, he now found those ears primed and searching for other, subtle sounds. To go from an environment in space of hearing little to hearing all the sounds of a full ecosystem, it was equal parts relaxing and terrifying. But, it made him notice things, such as when that sudden wilderness got quiet. When it felt like a wave of silence had forced all the animals into frozen places, afraid to move at all. It was a warning.
He reached down and extracted the disruptor from his holster, powering it up to half power, enough to put down almost anything in one good hit. The whine of the disruptor filled the air, as his commbadge at his shoulder, where he'd moved it, chirped out with a message from Costa. Something was drastically wrong, for her to actually have caved and contacted him. She ordered him back to the ship, and to lock it down tight. He turned on his heel and began moving quickly again through the trees, moving back toward the caves as branches scraped at his face and small brush was tramped to the ground underfoot. He paid no mind to trying to be subtle or careful as he blundered through the woods. Costa, for all her flaws, stubborn attitude, and the like was his Hed. He'd defend his Hed and his freightalowda.
=\\= Na, Hed. Keting showxa tu? Mi ere mi we, tu nakangepensa pashangwala. Ge kopengda kong tim! Ere dédeya. =\\=
He quickly changed his comms frequency, calling the ship and one of the few crew he knew on the ship. The Engineer, Baggy.
=\\= Oye, Baggy! Lock im xox gut, sasa ké? Hed's showxa. =\\= he said, sharp and curt, before switching back channels. Baggy would follow orders, or he'd be a moron. Either way, that was his problem.
As he approached the clearing, he raised the disruptor and prepared to fire on anything that didn't resemble a human being, and didn't right care what it was at the time. He spotted a target, and let loose, the whine and shine of green death streaking forth from the emitter of his weapon, screaming through the void seeking a target.
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{Submission #5 is by Caroline Riordan } This is the reason given:
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[NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - Jungle, Kerelia]
Doug was mostly focused on breathing exercises to ease the pain, and minimize any jolts that could scare PooDoo more. The poor thing must've been horrified.
Then, one of the teal-shirts came to help him out.
"Believe me, I know what she could do to me, and since her kind can live into their 40s in nature, she'll be doing it to me for a long time," Doug replied to her. "Please, call me Doug, and thank you."
Promptly, they ended up called in the opposite direction, back to the landing zone.
"I have a phaser pistol on me, but someone else can borrow it," he shared helpfully. "I happen to excel at starting fires, throwing projectiles, and throwing projectiles that are on fire. Molotov cocktails are my specialty."
He'd gotten in trouble for throwing Molotovs in the past, but he firmly believed they were among the finest weapons.[Felicity Ellis - Jungle -> LZ-1, Kerelia]
She was falling in at the back of the group, checking the stun settings on her own phaser and trying to keep an ear out for further, telltale rustlings, when their counselor approached. When she reported that she not only had no phaser, but wasn't even certified to use one, Felicity found herself looking at the Lieutenant with a very doubtful expression. It was standard procedure to arm oneself on an away mission, she knew that Riordan knew that. It was also standard procedure to get your certification. Otherwise, you really had no business ever going off-ship. "We'll have to fix that when we get back to Front Ear, Lieutenant," she replied wryly. "Perhaps in the meantime Sir Zaman can teach us how to make Molotovs."
[Jungle, Kerelia]
Caroline grinned at Doug, despite the admonishment she knew she heard in Captain Ellis’ tone. The Lieutenant was in trouble, but there was nothing to be done about it right this moment. The paperwork’d been lost or so she’d heard. Commander at the last station she’d been on had been notorious for skimming reports and misplacing things. Everyone else seemed to be armed, so she figured it’d be something like herd immunity.
”I can hold on to little Miss Razortoes there, if you need your hands free for making some firebombs, Sir Doug.” Then quietly, in an undertone for just his ears alone. ”I’ve got an emergency flask of spiced rum with the provisions, you think that’d be handy?”
She rummaged through her bag, finding not only the flask, but also a slightly crumbly, blueberry muffin, leftover from the morning’s breakfast and wrapped in a napkin. She held the alcohol out in a trade of sorts, for his fluffy pet.
[Felicity Ellis - Jungle -> LZ-1, Kerelia]
She cocked her head to one side, signalling Riordan to fall in beside her. "Stay with me," she said in a quiet tone to her, before raising her voice to address the others ahead, "Pick up the pace, people! We're still about half a klick out!"
She kept forward, and it wasn't long before they'd be able to hear the sounds of chaos coming from their camp. But before they could burst into the clearing, the critters burst from the tree tops, and leaped directly for them. A pair of the hairless, almost glistening things came barreling toward the small troop. In fact, almost every member of the group was about to be set upon by the knee-high terrors. All with the exception of Thomas Jett; who drew no attention at all.
In Cara’s position close to Captain Ellis, she had a great view of the grotesque alien creatures charging them. The fleshy monstrosities were unlike anything she’d seen, some xenobiologist would probably have a field day with them. As she grabbed on to a sturdy branch for protection, she yelled out.
”The hell are these things? They were NOT in the reports!” Her voice was tinged with panic, and she began to regret not having a real weapon. She edged closer to the Captain, careful to stay out of the way of the woman’s phaser.
Tag:
Judith Eastman
Felicity Ellis
Soft:
@lyricsinclair
Thomas Jett
Isaiah Quinn
Rylonis Trellgin
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One of the first posts to make me laugh out loud... the fact that the Tritters aren't in the reports!
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Doug was mostly focused on breathing exercises to ease the pain, and minimize any jolts that could scare PooDoo more. The poor thing must've been horrified.
Then, one of the teal-shirts came to help him out.
"Believe me, I know what she could do to me, and since her kind can live into their 40s in nature, she'll be doing it to me for a long time," Doug replied to her. "Please, call me Doug, and thank you."
Promptly, they ended up called in the opposite direction, back to the landing zone.
"I have a phaser pistol on me, but someone else can borrow it," he shared helpfully. "I happen to excel at starting fires, throwing projectiles, and throwing projectiles that are on fire. Molotov cocktails are my specialty."
He'd gotten in trouble for throwing Molotovs in the past, but he firmly believed they were among the finest weapons.
She was falling in at the back of the group, checking the stun settings on her own phaser and trying to keep an ear out for further, telltale rustlings, when their counselor approached. When she reported that she not only had no phaser, but wasn't even certified to use one, Felicity found herself looking at the Lieutenant with a very doubtful expression. It was standard procedure to arm oneself on an away mission, she knew that Riordan knew that. It was also standard procedure to get your certification. Otherwise, you really had no business ever going off-ship. "We'll have to fix that when we get back to Front Ear, Lieutenant," she replied wryly. "Perhaps in the meantime Sir Zaman can teach us how to make Molotovs."
[Jungle, Kerelia]
Caroline grinned at Doug, despite the admonishment she knew she heard in Captain Ellis’ tone. The Lieutenant was in trouble, but there was nothing to be done about it right this moment. The paperwork’d been lost or so she’d heard. Commander at the last station she’d been on had been notorious for skimming reports and misplacing things. Everyone else seemed to be armed, so she figured it’d be something like herd immunity.
”I can hold on to little Miss Razortoes there, if you need your hands free for making some firebombs, Sir Doug.” Then quietly, in an undertone for just his ears alone. ”I’ve got an emergency flask of spiced rum with the provisions, you think that’d be handy?”
She rummaged through her bag, finding not only the flask, but also a slightly crumbly, blueberry muffin, leftover from the morning’s breakfast and wrapped in a napkin. She held the alcohol out in a trade of sorts, for his fluffy pet.
She cocked her head to one side, signalling Riordan to fall in beside her. "Stay with me," she said in a quiet tone to her, before raising her voice to address the others ahead, "Pick up the pace, people! We're still about half a klick out!"
She kept forward, and it wasn't long before they'd be able to hear the sounds of chaos coming from their camp. But before they could burst into the clearing, the critters burst from the tree tops, and leaped directly for them. A pair of the hairless, almost glistening things came barreling toward the small troop. In fact, almost every member of the group was about to be set upon by the knee-high terrors. All with the exception of Thomas Jett; who drew no attention at all.
”The hell are these things? They were NOT in the reports!” Her voice was tinged with panic, and she began to regret not having a real weapon. She edged closer to the Captain, careful to stay out of the way of the woman’s phaser.
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{Submission #6 is also by Isaiah Quinn } This is the reason given:
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Then the thought of science may help also keep Isaiah awake, but hearing about historical period drama's was a far better choice. "Historical period dramas? What kind?" She asked. "I do like historical romance stories." She set her pack down, not really able to keep it on her back. Gently, she placed it on the bed near her. It moved a little which suggested her little friend was still in there. Of course, Lyric couldn't really subject the monkey to a scientific exam just yet. She needed her Tricorder to do that. Instead, she settled on watching what was going on. "I find period dramas without any romance rather boring, though." But that was only to get him to 'maybe disagree' or 'maybe prove something'...Her number one thought was to debate on his favorite thing. Enough to keep him awake. "Unless you're in a war-type historical drama with big guns and cannons. Or space historical dramas. Then I think they're a little boring without a romantic element." She wasn't sure whether that would keep him distracted or not while they worked.
[...]
"Mark Twain, right? I had a roommate in the Academy who really was enamoured with him," she said with a smile, ignoring the fact that there was horrifying screaming going on outside. Her ability to multithread thoughts was always an advantage in situations such as this. "Isaiah," she leaned down using her free hand to press the back of it against his temple. It was non-painful stimuli at least, though unfortunately she was about to make things worse. "You stay with us and the next Holoadventure is yours to pick. I will even dress the part. Just stay awake for me."
Baker got a serious look leveled at her.
"If we can break down the receptors in that saliva that tell it to attack the coagulants, we should be able to effectively," her nose wrinkled a little, "nuke it from orbit, I think the saying is. Let me look at the molecular structure or...actually," she moved to firmly press on the wound to try and staunch the bleeding as much as possible - of which she was sorely sorry to have to do. Needs must.
[...]
[...]
" This is the plan, we get Ensign ... I'm sorry I don't think we met yet, patched up, then we speak to the Captain to get a sample of saliva from the creature, that was captured in camp, use that to find an antibody to help Quinn, then we deliver it, via the blood transfusion, which I was also thinking about".
Thea then paused for a moment, then added. " Xiiv, I'll want you to work with the Ensign here, once we have that sample and I'll take over with Quinn".Isaiah Quinn[Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia]
Historical pieces... romances... space dramas... boredom... DNA... samples... saliva....
All of the words seem to blur together as a symphony of tones. It seemed like there were at least three, and they were of comfort. Yet, the dialogue being exchanged felt meaningless. Yet, beneath that tone was a growing chord of chaos. It wasn't in key with the other tones. And it was simply getting louder and louder.
"Ahh!" Quinn groaned at the pressure that had been reaffirmed to his wound. His eyes opened, and as his surroundings came into focus he realized once again where he was. The tent ont he planet. It now seemed that there was someone else there now. Not another doctor, but Lyric. At that moment, Dr. Baker was speaking to the pair of them about some sort of plan. He wanted to pay attention... to focus. However, his concenration was spent on simply staying awake.
And then, there was that sound. It was like raking the nails of a targ against a reinforced duranium hull. His head shook from side to side slightly. His complexion a bit more pale from the time he had walked into the tent. "W-water," he groaned. Yet, he couldn't explain why he'd said it. Was it because his mouth was dry, or was he making reference to the... had it been a dream?
Tag: @lyricsinclair , Amarande Xiiv , Thea Baker
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There's been some really awesome posts but this sticks out due to the imagination and the battle that's going on whilst trying to stay conscious.
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Apr 23, 2020 21:00:09 GMT @lyricsinclair said:
[...]Then the thought of science may help also keep Isaiah awake, but hearing about historical period drama's was a far better choice. "Historical period dramas? What kind?" She asked. "I do like historical romance stories." She set her pack down, not really able to keep it on her back. Gently, she placed it on the bed near her. It moved a little which suggested her little friend was still in there. Of course, Lyric couldn't really subject the monkey to a scientific exam just yet. She needed her Tricorder to do that. Instead, she settled on watching what was going on. "I find period dramas without any romance rather boring, though." But that was only to get him to 'maybe disagree' or 'maybe prove something'...Her number one thought was to debate on his favorite thing. Enough to keep him awake. "Unless you're in a war-type historical drama with big guns and cannons. Or space historical dramas. Then I think they're a little boring without a romantic element." She wasn't sure whether that would keep him distracted or not while they worked.
"Mark Twain, right? I had a roommate in the Academy who really was enamoured with him," she said with a smile, ignoring the fact that there was horrifying screaming going on outside. Her ability to multithread thoughts was always an advantage in situations such as this. "Isaiah," she leaned down using her free hand to press the back of it against his temple. It was non-painful stimuli at least, though unfortunately she was about to make things worse. "You stay with us and the next Holoadventure is yours to pick. I will even dress the part. Just stay awake for me."
Baker got a serious look leveled at her.
"If we can break down the receptors in that saliva that tell it to attack the coagulants, we should be able to effectively," her nose wrinkled a little, "nuke it from orbit, I think the saying is. Let me look at the molecular structure or...actually," she moved to firmly press on the wound to try and staunch the bleeding as much as possible - of which she was sorely sorry to have to do. Needs must.
[...]
" This is the plan, we get Ensign ... I'm sorry I don't think we met yet, patched up, then we speak to the Captain to get a sample of saliva from the creature, that was captured in camp, use that to find an antibody to help Quinn, then we deliver it, via the blood transfusion, which I was also thinking about".
Thea then paused for a moment, then added. " Xiiv, I'll want you to work with the Ensign here, once we have that sample and I'll take over with Quinn".Isaiah Quinn
Historical pieces... romances... space dramas... boredom... DNA... samples... saliva....
All of the words seem to blur together as a symphony of tones. It seemed like there were at least three, and they were of comfort. Yet, the dialogue being exchanged felt meaningless. Yet, beneath that tone was a growing chord of chaos. It wasn't in key with the other tones. And it was simply getting louder and louder.
In the midst of a raging storm, he could feel the ship being tossed over and over again. The waves raging against the ship with such force, he was almost certain the next would punch a hole right in the hull of the ship. In the distance, he could hear their song. A trio of sirens, beckoning him to come closer. Of course, wasn't that how the story went? Follow the song and you're lured to doom?
Another powerful wave crashed against him, shattering the word around him and knocking him into the water. He clawed his way through the sea water until he broke it's ceiling. They were there, barely a meter away reaching for him. Instinct was urging him to reach for them. The closer he got, the calmer the waters. He spared one look back, only to see an unholy beast with razor teeth and countless eyes bursting out of the waters. It's screech was so loud that it would deafen a banshee. His own screen was drowned out by the horrid shreik. Yet, just as he was about to meet his fate, he felt the cool hands of one of the sirens grabbing his arm so tightly that it forced him to cry out.
"Ahh!" Quinn groaned at the pressure that had been reaffirmed to his wound. His eyes opened, and as his surroundings came into focus he realized once again where he was. The tent ont he planet. It now seemed that there was someone else there now. Not another doctor, but Lyric. At that moment, Dr. Baker was speaking to the pair of them about some sort of plan. He wanted to pay attention... to focus. However, his concenration was spent on simply staying awake.
And then, there was that sound. It was like raking the nails of a targ against a reinforced duranium hull. His head shook from side to side slightly. His complexion a bit more pale from the time he had walked into the tent. "W-water," he groaned. Yet, he couldn't explain why he'd said it. Was it because his mouth was dry, or was he making reference to the... had it been a dream?
Tag: @lyricsinclair , Amarande Xiiv , Thea Baker
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