Thea Baker
Command
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Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Jul 4, 2020 10:37:28 GMT
The StrangerIt did not believe the dreamer. Thea?A growing stench permeated the air on the next level. Shadows danced on bulkheads as the brand new flames flickered to light and licked the darkness. Something was burning. Is that you, pet?The voice of Marianne Baker, panicked, but that Yorkshire accent unmistakable as it raised in pitch over the sudden alarm that was piercing the dream. Thea! Help me!
Tags: Thea Baker , Dugris Zaman , Ozu Saya [Thea's Nightmare]
Just keep climbing, ignore the voice, you can do this and then you'll find him
That particular mantra kept running over and over as Thea continued to climb up towards the second level of the computer core, her arms protesting at how long it seemed to be taking, just like they had when she had been left with no choice but to climb through the jefferie's tubes. On and on it went but perhaps that was her mind's way of protecting against what she would find and the longer it took, the more success she would have. Either that or her inner saboteur was keen to play more tricks on her. When she had almost reached the top, there was another voice, one that she knew instinctively and why her Mother was here, she didn't know as it had been some time, since she last had a dream involving Marianne and her disapproving ways. Of course there was still some lingering resentment over how she had been treated and even though they had reconciled since, doubted that it would ever truly go away. Yes she felt bad for that but then her childhood hadn't exactly been straightforward and tried to push those thoughts aside. No she had to think of Isaiah, he was the one she needed to see. However it appeared that her inner saboteur had other ideas as the smell of burning invaded her nostrils and her eyes began to water, trying not to cough. before she heard her Mother once more. " No, you shouldn't be here" she said quietly, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to wake up. Maybe if she thought of something else or managed to wake up then this nightmare would be over and she could go and find Isaiah at the lab. But that was easier said then done as her Mother pleaded for her help, her panicked voice engulfing everything around her and for a moment, Thea thought she had heard something else, amongst Marianne's words, although now wasn't so sure. Despite the awkward relationship between them, if she was in danger then she couldn't ignore it and leave her to suffer. So she opened her eyes, took the last few steps to the next level and looked around, the smell and the flames reminding her of what was at stake. Attempting to not let the smoke get to her, Thea looked around and called out for her Mother. " Mum, I'm here, where are you?, I can't see you?".
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5 
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Jul 4, 2020 17:32:16 GMT
The Stranger
It pulled back, still watching, but retreating smoothly to the shadows cast by the huge moon-like object in the sky. Upon closer inspection, the orb amongst the stars would prove to be something a little more familiar to the dreamer. His homeworld's destruction was playing out before them, ruthlessly projected on the backdrop of night. The thuds of the fountain continued and the streaming green fluid became viscous. Lumps of something gathered at the bottom. Doug glanced up, and once he saw what was going on, he couldn't look away. He recognized the outlines of the El-Aurian continents, the seas and oceans, as well as the scene unfolding on it. It was unmistakable, even for one who was a great many light-years away from the original event. There, invisible at this moment, were his old friends and family. He tensed up in horror as he watched, and didn't even notice the lumps slowly coming up in the fountain. As they floated together, they pieced together into his fourth wife's face - as a Borg drone. His fourth was perhaps his most self-esteem-destroying marriage. Not only did this wife not find him good enough in bed, but she also considered him to be insufficiently cultured. She had been on the Homeworld during the assimilation. His eyes trained on the orb in the sky, Doug did not notice this. He also did not notice that other presence, beyond a vague tingling in the back of his mind, an El-Aurian spidey-sense that was drowned out by the Borgness above.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878
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Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jul 4, 2020 18:38:15 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Personal Quarters] At some point during her reading, Saya dozed off, still mostly sitting up against her pillows. Her head tilted to the side, and with a jerk she opened her eyes and found herself sitting in a different bed. A small bed. A quick glance around was all it took for Saya to recognize her tiny bunk from her childhood. Saya! Come and see, a faint voice called, but not the voice she had been expecting. It wasn't the first time she'd dreamed about her time on her father's ship, but Kyo had never been there before. She swung off the bunk, remembering just in time to duck so as not to bash her head on the low bulkhead over the bed, and tiptoed to the front of the ship where the controls were. Kyo sat at the helm station with Evekh on his knee pointing at the horsehead nebula on the viewer. Mama, look! Horse! Evekh flung a hand at the screen and the odd projection that gave the nebula its name suddenly transformed into a real, though gaseous, horse, rearing and plunging through the stars. I see. It's beautiful. Which was the only logical thing to say to an excited three-year-old. It was strange and jarring to see her own small family on the ship she'd grown up on. The parallels were disconcerting as well - Bajoran father, Vulcan (mostly) mother, hybrid child. It led her mind to the horrors that had occurred later, but Saya resolutely pushed them away. This was her family, and they were safe. 
Finally, potential. Still, limitations. Even in their dreams they limited their experiences. This one saw the past and the present all in one, and gave some cosmic beauty movement and life for her child. Yet, they remained seated in the box, sitting when they could be flying. Sometimes these creatures had difficulty grasping the freedom that was offered. It waited.
Tags: Thea Baker , Dugris Zaman , Ozu Saya [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Saya's Dream] The gaseous horse reared once more and galloped away from the small ship, eliciting a squeal of disappointment from Evekh. Follow it! he cried out. And before Saya could move, the toddler was tapping controls with small, round hands. The old ship lurched forward, far faster than it ever had in reality, and zoomed after the racing horse. Stars streaked by and they passed by and through any number of nebulae. Kyo was looking over his shoulder at Saya. grinning at her, about to open his mouth to say something, when Saya heard the sound of an energy weapon from behind her and a charred hole appeared in the middle of her mate's chest. With a shriek, Saya dove forward and snatched up Evekh. He didn't have time to react to anything before he was bundled against his mother's chest. She scrambled forward to an emergency hatch that led down to the engineering section. Saya dropped into the space, barely catching the ladder with one hand while the other clutched Evekh. She caught a glimpse of Kyo's wide blue eyes staring sightlessly at her, then the shooter stepped into view from the corridor that led to the sleeping quarters. The face was blurry, indistinct, but the structure and the uniform were decidedly Cardassian. Just before Saya slammed the hatch shut over her head, she heard him say ominously, It's your turn. I never should have let you live.Saya wasn't aware of the tears streaming down her face as she rushed down the ladder.
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
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Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jul 4, 2020 20:58:17 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Saya's Dream] The gaseous horse reared once more and galloped away from the small ship, eliciting a squeal of disappointment from Evekh. Follow it! he cried out. And before Saya could move, the toddler was tapping controls with small, round hands. The old ship lurched forward, far faster than it ever had in reality, and zoomed after the racing horse. Stars streaked by and they passed by and through any number of nebulae. Kyo was looking over his shoulder at Saya. grinning at her, about to open his mouth to say something, when Saya heard the sound of an energy weapon from behind her and a charred hole appeared in the middle of her mate's chest. With a shriek, Saya dove forward and snatched up Evekh. He didn't have time to react to anything before he was bundled against his mother's chest. She scrambled forward to an emergency hatch that led down to the engineering section. Saya dropped into the space, barely catching the ladder with one hand while the other clutched Evekh. She caught a glimpse of Kyo's wide blue eyes staring sightlessly at her, then the shooter stepped into view from the corridor that led to the sleeping quarters. The face was blurry, indistinct, but the structure and the uniform were decidedly Cardassian. Just before Saya slammed the hatch shut over her head, she heard him say ominously, It's your turn. I never should have let you live.Saya wasn't aware of the tears streaming down her face as she rushed down the ladder. They flew. The dreamer made the tin can move across the universe, but failed to realise the constraints of the mechanical were unnecessary. They polluted the wonder. They were still narrow. Awe was replaced by terror. The lover fell. It drew closer to the fleeing woman and her child, suddenly intrigued. Indistinct faces, not of its conjuring, threatened the dreamer, gave chase. It needed to exert no influence on these events. Not until the ladder. Down they would climb, and at the bottom they would find a hatch. Once opened, that hatch would lead to the nerve center of a ship familiar to all of the dreamers. Below them would be a man who would lose someone over, and over, again. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - in a Living Nightmare] The moment never seemed to come. The sensation of the tritters' claws and teeth tearing at his flesh. Isaiah opened his eyes to find himself on the floor. Not of the turbolift. No, this time, he was on the Bridge, just behind his station. Confused as to how he had gotten there he pulled himself to his feet. There were a few panels blinking, a brief flash of sparks from a distant console, but no people. At least until his eyes fell upon.... "Thea!" Isaiah planted his hand on the railing and leapt over it onto the lowered floor of the Bridge. He made his way to the center where Thea lay unconscious. He instantly slid to her side, seeing the horrible gash upon her head, just as it had been before when they were near the Nebula searching for the Orunmila. "Oh my god, Thea! Help! Someone help!" Isaiah called out to the empty bridge. He reached up to tap his comm badge and called into the air. "Medical emergency, to the Bridge!"There was no reply of any sign, and no evidence that help was on the way. He looked down at Thea's unconscious form. He reached to check a pulse, and there didn't seem to be a sign of one. His eyes widened with horror. "No." He quickly raced to get the medkit tucked away near by. He returned to Thea's side and began scanning her with a tricorder. There didn't appear to be any life signs. "No. Nononono," he mumbled as he scrambled through the kit looking for the proper cartridge of medicine as he mentally calculated the dosage. Then, there was the scratching at the turbolift door. That accompanied with the muffled shrieks of the tritters. They were coming? He looked back at Thea, her appearance more pale than she had been mere seconds ago. He had to work faster... faster. His fingers scrambled, fumbling as he struggled to load the cartridge. The shrieks were getting louder. The sound of their claws tearing through metal was agonizing. Another look at Thea seemed to suggest that her body had deteriorated further. It almost appeared as if she'd been lying there for hours, perhaps days instead of minutes. His brow furrowed. What was happening? It didn't deter Isaiah from his efforts. He pressed the hypospray into her neck. He took the tricorder and scanned again. However, this time before his very eyes, Thea's body... her corpse deteriorated before his very eyes. It seemed that as the seconds ticked past, her body degraded by years instead. "What?! No! Thea, no!!" As he reached to grab hold of her, he could feel her remains crumble under his touch. It may not have been real, but it felt as real as ever. The scientist was too distraught and distracted to acknowledge a distant feeling that he was being watched. After all, what did it matter now? Pedestrian. It knew the dreamer could sense something very wrong. Yet, the dreamer did nothing about it. He was engrossed in pointless grief. The source of this destructive emotion slipped through his fingers - dust. Nothing but particles, bits and pieces, sand. Above the man who looked broken might appear a woman and her precious cargo.
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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 Jul 4, 2020 21:15:51 GMT
[...] Shavan was standing outside on a dark city street. The moons of Orion hung dimly in the cloudy sky above. He turned, and smiled at the curly-haired, handsome young Romulan standing next to him. “Marok… I’ve missed you.” he whispered. He hadn’t seen his close friend and lover since leaving for the Front Ear, and in reality had left things… complicated. Shavan took his hand, and pulled him closer for a kiss. Then quickly ducked out of the way as a swarm of living wing-slugs flew past in a rush. Straightening up, he watched them disappear down the street, and was left with the unpleasant sense that they were flying away from something. The shadows crept closer, seeming to move on their own. “We can’t say here.” Marok said quietly. They ran through a maze of familiar alleyways, the shadows following, looming larger. Shavan skidded to a stop and wrenched open a door. When he stepped through, it was into a corridor on Front Ear. The door slammed shut behind him and vanished, Marok disappearing with it. Shavan stopped, heart pounding, reaching for the place where he had been. The walls of the corridor shifted, darkening and stretching. The wing-slugs flew around a corner in the distance. Distantly he heard the sound of disruptor fire, and the floor rocked as if the station was under attack. Shavan was holding a knife that wasn't there before, but it would to do little good against shadows and unseen terrors. He ran down the corridor, towards the sound. The walls continued to shift, at times warping into other places pulled from his memory, but the sounds were getting louder, the shadows following behind him. He became aware of another set of footsteps running ahead of him, but they remained just out of sight…
So many variations of the same theme. Love. Death. Survival. Strands of all woven together to create a simple tapestry. Instructions to understand these caged minds. This one ran with love, toward what was ahead, but from nothing. As the dreamer followed in the wake of the footsteps ahead they might hear calls. Close by someone was calling for their mum. "Mum, I'm here, where are you?, I can't see you?"Acrid smoke would fill the air. Fire - just beyond that door ahead. Walls began to solidify; revealing the Sovereign's innards. [Thea's Nightmare]
Just keep climbing, ignore the voice, you can do this and then you'll find him
That particular mantra kept running over and over as Thea continued to climb up towards the second level of the computer core, her arms protesting at how long it seemed to be taking, just like they had when she had been left with no choice but to climb through the jefferie's tubes. On and on it went but perhaps that was her mind's way of protecting against what she would find and the longer it took, the more success she would have. Either that or her inner saboteur was keen to play more tricks on her. When she had almost reached the top, there was another voice, one that she knew instinctively and why her Mother was here, she didn't know as it had been some time, since she last had a dream involving Marianne and her disapproving ways. Of course there was still some lingering resentment over how she had been treated and even though they had reconciled since, doubted that it would ever truly go away. Yes she felt bad for that but then her childhood hadn't exactly been straightforward and tried to push those thoughts aside. No she had to think of Isaiah, he was the one she needed to see. However it appeared that her inner saboteur had other ideas as the smell of burning invaded her nostrils and her eyes began to water, trying not to cough. before she heard her Mother once more. " No, you shouldn't be here" she said quietly, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to wake up. Maybe if she thought of something else or managed to wake up then this nightmare would be over and she could go and find Isaiah at the lab. But that was easier said then done as her Mother pleaded for her help, her panicked voice engulfing everything around her and for a moment, Thea thought she had heard something else, amongst Marianne's words, although now wasn't so sure. Despite the awkward relationship between them, if she was in danger then she couldn't ignore it and leave her to suffer. So she opened her eyes, took the last few steps to the next level and looked around, the smell and the flames reminding her of what was at stake. Attempting to not let the smoke get to her, Thea looked around and called out for her Mother. " Mum, I'm here, where are you?, I can't see you?".Some strength as the dreamer wished within her dream for change. For the lab. The bulkheads and consoles on the next level shimmered; at once showing the familiar backdrop of the laboratory, and then in the blink of an eye, being torn away again. I'm here! Thea!Frustration then worked its way into Marianne's tone. Oh, that's right, chuck, take your bloody time. I'm only burning alive.The figure of the woman stepped out from behind a wall of flame, her skin black and melting from her frame.
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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 Jul 4, 2020 21:58:29 GMT
[...]Felicity followed her brother's gaze and cringed at what she saw. In the distance was destruction. Before them was unknown pain. She didn't want to move toward it, she wanted to stay put in her calm bubble, sitting in her kayak with Not-Cameron and witnessing the carnage to come from safety. "You are the horizon." This one was presented with the option to reach toward the beyond, to face a hardship for the chance to find peace. But this one decided she did not want to go. She sat amidst the temper and pain and stilled her world. Stubborn and blind. He would remove her anchor. Beneath her the kayak broke up into millions of splintered pieces. Her riddling companion disappeared and she was plunged into the cold, grey depths below. [...]  As the Alarm sounded, he heard the ship comm “Intruder Alert…Intruder Alert” “Damn it! We are being boarded” Tom said as he began running back into his quarters. As he entered his observed his Mother with a Phaser Rifle. “Thank God, Tom. Stay behind me, the ship is being boarded. They are putting a defense perimeter near the passager. We should head there.” . Mary Ann loaded the phaser rifle and checked the riffled aim system. “Mom, I’m 15 I can take care of myself. I know how to use a rifle” . He argued with his Mom. Mary Ann exhaled deeply as she looked around. “Tom, I don’t want you fighting. It can be dangerous” . Tom then headed to the weapons locker and said “We are ALL in danger…I can fight, I promise” . With a sense of defeat, she said “Fine I guess I can’t protect you forever. If you have that weapon, you need to do EXACTLY what I said and you stay close with me, Buster.. She mentioned as she lifted his rifle up and slowly walked in the hallway. Like a woman possessed she was on guard. Tom excitedly picked up the Riffle and though to himself. Time to take out the bad guys It was spared further boredom by the arrival of the trespassers. With a subtle hand it guided their aim, coaxed their aggression. Then it waited for the inevitable. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Dreamland]Doug glanced up, and once he saw what was going on, he couldn't look away. He recognized the outlines of the El-Aurian continents, the seas and oceans, as well as the scene unfolding on it. It was unmistakable, even for one who was a great many light-years away from the original event. There, invisible at this moment, were his old friends and family. He tensed up in horror as he watched, and didn't even notice the lumps slowly coming up in the fountain. As they floated together, they pieced together into his fourth wife's face - as a Borg drone. His fourth was perhaps his most self-esteem-destroying marriage. Not only did this wife not find him good enough in bed, but she also considered him to be insufficiently cultured. She had been on the Homeworld during the assimilation. His eyes trained on the orb in the sky, Doug did not notice this. He also did not notice that other presence, beyond a vague tingling in the back of his mind, an El-Aurian spidey-sense that was drowned out by the Borgness above. Forks of bottle-green lightning split the sky. The thing with the familiar face moved its lips and hissed from the fountain. Imbecile.As useless now as you were when you came to our marriage bed.Muscle and organ and fatty tissues pulled together to form her features, never completely knitting together; instead inching apart and then smacking back together with a gross, wet sound as the the dreamer's fourth wife spoke. Go.Around them, the landscape began to change. To the right, at the foot of the mountains, was an expanse of water. In the middle was a single kayak, somehow still despite the swell. Uphill came the telltale orange and yellow of beautiful flames, beckoning with dangerous fingers. Behind was the defiant boy and the fierce mother, ready to step into death. And back inside the dreamer's house, instead of a fridge full of cheeses, stood a science console, the sounds of a busy Bridge carrying on a gust of wind. Go.The Stranger did not interfere. |
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800
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Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Jul 6, 2020 3:14:49 GMT
The Stranger
So many variations of the same theme. Love. Death. Survival. Strands of all woven together to create a simple tapestry. Instructions to understand these caged minds. This one ran with love, toward what was ahead, but from nothing. As the dreamer followed in the wake of the footsteps ahead they might hear calls. Close by someone was calling for their mum. "Mum, I'm here, where are you?, I can't see you?"Acrid smoke would fill the air. Fire - just beyond that door ahead. Walls began to solidify; revealing the Sovereign's innards. [Shavan Th'zhaar- The Nightmare] The walls around him distorted again, and then seemed to solidify once more into a starship. The shadows turned to smoke, filling the air. Somewhere, part of the ship was burning. He had seen this happen before. Shavan continued to run down the corridor, desperately looking for a way out. He had to get to the escape pod. It had all gone wrong, he had to get out. There was shout from somewhere close by, though he still couldn’t see anyone. Someone calling for their mother. That was new. Shavan halted, stumbling and coughing a little. He knew he should keep going, away from the fire, but the desperation in the voices made him stop, and he came to a decision. Not this time. This time, he wouldn’t stand by and watch it burn. He ducked around a corner towards the voices. They had came from behind a door, which burned his hand when he touched it. It seemed to be stuck closed. “Is anyone there?” he called out. Meaning, anyone still alive? Eyes narrowed against the smoke, trying not to breathe, Shavan looked around for a control panel, something to get the door open. There, on the wall nearby. Shavan was able to press the right buttons and the door opened, partially. A thick cloud of smoke rolled out, and orange light reflected on the doorframe. Wherever the way out was, it wasn’t this way. The footsteps he’d been chasing earlier had faded into the distance, along with everything except the burning ship. The fire was out of control; he had to keep moving. Tag: Thea Baker , Felicity Ellis (The Stranger) |
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153
Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jul 6, 2020 6:48:28 GMT
[...] Saya dropped into the space, barely catching the ladder with one hand while the other clutched Evekh. She caught a glimpse of Kyo's wide blue eyes staring sightlessly at her, then the shooter stepped into view from the corridor that led to the sleeping quarters. The face was blurry, indistinct, but the structure and the uniform were decidedly Cardassian. Just before Saya slammed the hatch shut over her head, she heard him say ominously, It's your turn. I never should have let you live.Saya wasn't aware of the tears streaming down her face as she rushed down the ladder. The StrangerThey flew. The dreamer made the tin can move across the universe, but failed to realise the constraints of the mechanical were unnecessary. They polluted the wonder. They were still narrow. Awe was replaced by terror. The lover fell. It drew closer to the fleeing woman and her child, suddenly intrigued. Indistinct faces, not of its conjuring, threatened the dreamer, gave chase. It needed to exert no influence on these events. Not until the ladder. Down they would climb, and at the bottom they would find a hatch. Once opened, that hatch would lead to the nerve center of a ship familiar to all of the dreamers. Below them would be a man who would lose someone over, and over, again. [...] Pedestrian. It knew the dreamer could sense something very wrong. Yet, the dreamer did nothing about it. He was engrossed in pointless grief. The source of this destructive emotion slipped through his fingers - dust. Nothing but particles, bits and pieces, sand. Above the man who looked broken might appear a woman and her precious cargo. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Sweet Dream Beautiful Nightmare] He hadn't been able to save her. When she needed him most, yet again he hadn't been able to do anything to help Thea. Yet, where was everyone else. The Bridge was never unattended. The clawing seemed constant. Was it only a matter of time before whatever was on the other side of that door got in? Yet, then, there was another sound. Looking around and away from the crumbling remains, Isaiah's eyes fell upon Chief Ozu. And with her, as she descended a ladder was her son. "Chief Ozu?"It was a bit of a relief to see her. However, her arrival raised more questions than answers. How was her son here on the Mac? And more than that, where was she coming from. The Bridge was at the very top of the vessel. There was no deck above Deck One. "What's going on? Are you okay?" he asked. If he had to guess, she seemed to be in a hurry, but from what? His eyes attempted to glance upwards, but there didn't appear to be any definitive clue of where she'd come from.
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Jul 6, 2020 9:21:27 GMT
[Thea's Nightmare] For one glorious yet frustrating moment, Thea watched transfixed as the scene before her began to change to something equally familiar yet happier than the horrible place, that she now found herself in. " Isaiah!" she called out desperately, hoping for some sign of the man she loved, before it was so cruelly taken away from her again. " Nooooo" Thea wanted to scream out loudly, wanting rush towards it but knew that she couldn't. Unless, unless she could try and change it again, or so that's what she told herself, convinced that if she could concentrate harder and for long enough that it would stay changed next time. So that's what she focused on, determined to reach safety and get away from her own horrible nightmare. That was until she heard her Mother's voice again, reminding her why she had approached the flames in the first place. Guilt threatened to overpower Thea, rooting her to the spot, especially when Marianne's tone became frustrated. A tone that Thea had hoped never to hear again. Finding the courage to look up from her shame, only to become speechless at the sight of her Mother emerging from the flames, with her skin so black and melting away from her. Horrified by what she was seeing, part of her wanted no needed to run from Marianne as this wasn't real, how could it be.
" No you're not my Mother, she's on Earth so get away from me and leave me alone!!".Instinct was telling her to move, before she heard another voice asking if anyone was there, Thea had no idea who it belonged too, but perhaps going towards it was better than remaining here. " It's Thea, where are you?, I'm going to try and find you" she called out. Of course if she actually stopped and thought about it, why would someone else be in her dream but for now she took one last look at the burned figure before her and moved towards the source of the voice, hoping that she could finally leave the computer core.
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Jul 6, 2020 17:15:33 GMT
[S.S. Liberty Hallway] The StrangerIt was spared further boredom by the arrival of the trespassers. With a subtle hand it guided their aim, coaxed their aggression. Then it waited for the inevitable. For a second Tom took a deep breath and felt that something was unusual in the area. Not thinking much about it he moved. Tom followed his Mom in the hallway as they proceeded to the guest area. It would have been standard procedure to make defensive lines around their guest and those which are more vulnerable. As they walked, they observed a couple of bodies on the floor. Two of them were members of their crew and there was another one that they did not recognize. “Local Pirates….”. Mary Ann said as she observed them. She raised her Riffle and continue down the hallway. Tom followed her as he has his own rifle in the ready. “Why would they do this?” . Tom said. AS he was confused, they knew space was dangerous but this crew was actively hurting them as they minded their own business. “Because they feel like they can. Hopefully, Starfleet will come soon” . As they continued down the Hallway, Mary Ann looked around the corner and said to Tom. “We should be in the clear. The Defense line should be around….”. He heard his Mom stop talking as she headed around the corner and he thought it would be suspicious. Tom believed that this would have been a safe zone as he was near the lines as he was supposed to be. All of the Sudden he would hear some Phaser fire. At the moment Tom would be confident that her Mom who was a great shot would be able to win out. He slowly walked as he would carefully turn the corner. He held his breath and felt his heart leap as he was not sure what happened. All of a sudden, he would hear. “RUN!!!!”. There was a panic in her voice. Tom thought about running away at it was clear from her voice she was in danger. Taking a deep breath, the Teenager went around the corner and pointed his rifle. Tom looked at his Mom as he was held behind as he tried to cover her mouth. Her Mom then screamed. “Take the shot!”. It was obvious what was her message. She wanted Tom to shoot her assailant even though she was in close proximity to her assailant. He picked up the Riffle and pointed at the direction. He took a deep breath and he was nervous about taking the shot. There was a chance that he might kill her by accident if he even missed by an inch he would have killed his Mother. The moment which felt an eternity for him at the moment. He felt a drop of sweat in his forehead. Jett knew that he was a good shot and that he practiced for this moment. But he never envisions that it would be his own Mother. “Watch…”. Mary Ann yelled as she tried to warm him. Jett was too focused on the shot that he failed to realize there was someone approaching him. As Toom looked around it was too late when another Pirate came in and held his rifle. Jett tried to struggle with him and try to overpower him to get his rifle again. But the Pirate was too strong. As he had both hands in his riffle he felt a kick on his stomach. As they struggled he was pushed back. The Pirate grabbed the riffle and with the butt of the riffle he was hit on his head. “You think you’re a tough kid?” The Pirate said. Tom tried to get up and he would get hit on his stomach. As he tried to get up again he got kicked in the stomach again. He laid in the ground and tried to cover himself as the Pirate kept hitting him. He would hear his Mother panicking “STOP!!! STOP!!!” . She was being dragged and pulled from the scene. The pirate continued kicking Tom as he felt he was kicked from an inch of his life. “You’re lucky you are just a kid,” The Pirate said and he spat on Tom's face. TOM!!! TOM!!!!. He would hear his Mother scream. As she was kidnapped and drag away. As the pirate left him. Tom tried to get up but he could only cough up blood. He tried to crawl after her Mother when he felt his body collapse. |
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878
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Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jul 6, 2020 17:47:41 GMT
[ MCPO Ozu Saya - Saya's Dream] The gaseous horse reared once more and galloped away from the small ship, eliciting a squeal of disappointment from Evekh. Follow it! he cried out. And before Saya could move, the toddler was tapping controls with small, round hands. The old ship lurched forward, far faster than it ever had in reality, and zoomed after the racing horse. Stars streaked by and they passed by and through any number of nebulae. Kyo was looking over his shoulder at Saya. grinning at her, about to open his mouth to say something, when Saya heard the sound of an energy weapon from behind her and a charred hole appeared in the middle of her mate's chest. With a shriek, Saya dove forward and snatched up Evekh. He didn't have time to react to anything before he was bundled against his mother's chest. She scrambled forward to an emergency hatch that led down to the engineering section. Saya dropped into the space, barely catching the ladder with one hand while the other clutched Evekh. She caught a glimpse of Kyo's wide blue eyes staring sightlessly at her, then the shooter stepped into view from the corridor that led to the sleeping quarters. The face was blurry, indistinct, but the structure and the uniform were decidedly Cardassian. Just before Saya slammed the hatch shut over her head, she heard him say ominously, It's your turn. I never should have let you live.Saya wasn't aware of the tears streaming down her face as she rushed down the ladder. They flew. The dreamer made the tin can move across the universe, but failed to realise the constraints of the mechanical were unnecessary. They polluted the wonder. They were still narrow. Awe was replaced by terror. The lover fell. It drew closer to the fleeing woman and her child, suddenly intrigued. Indistinct faces, not of its conjuring, threatened the dreamer, gave chase. It needed to exert no influence on these events. Not until the ladder. Down they would climb, and at the bottom they would find a hatch. Once opened, that hatch would lead to the nerve center of a ship familiar to all of the dreamers. Below them would be a man who would lose someone over, and over, again. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - in a Living Nightmare] The moment never seemed to come. The sensation of the tritters' claws and teeth tearing at his flesh. Isaiah opened his eyes to find himself on the floor. Not of the turbolift. No, this time, he was on the Bridge, just behind his station. Confused as to how he had gotten there he pulled himself to his feet. There were a few panels blinking, a brief flash of sparks from a distant console, but no people. At least until his eyes fell upon.... "Thea!" Isaiah planted his hand on the railing and leapt over it onto the lowered floor of the Bridge. He made his way to the center where Thea lay unconscious. He instantly slid to her side, seeing the horrible gash upon her head, just as it had been before when they were near the Nebula searching for the Orunmila. "Oh my god, Thea! Help! Someone help!" Isaiah called out to the empty bridge. He reached up to tap his comm badge and called into the air. "Medical emergency, to the Bridge!"There was no reply of any sign, and no evidence that help was on the way. He looked down at Thea's unconscious form. He reached to check a pulse, and there didn't seem to be a sign of one. His eyes widened with horror. "No." He quickly raced to get the medkit tucked away near by. He returned to Thea's side and began scanning her with a tricorder. There didn't appear to be any life signs. "No. Nononono," he mumbled as he scrambled through the kit looking for the proper cartridge of medicine as he mentally calculated the dosage. Then, there was the scratching at the turbolift door. That accompanied with the muffled shrieks of the tritters. They were coming? He looked back at Thea, her appearance more pale than she had been mere seconds ago. He had to work faster... faster. His fingers scrambled, fumbling as he struggled to load the cartridge. The shrieks were getting louder. The sound of their claws tearing through metal was agonizing. Another look at Thea seemed to suggest that her body had deteriorated further. It almost appeared as if she'd been lying there for hours, perhaps days instead of minutes. His brow furrowed. What was happening? It didn't deter Isaiah from his efforts. He pressed the hypospray into her neck. He took the tricorder and scanned again. However, this time before his very eyes, Thea's body... her corpse deteriorated before his very eyes. It seemed that as the seconds ticked past, her body degraded by years instead. "What?! No! Thea, no!!" As he reached to grab hold of her, he could feel her remains crumble under his touch. It may not have been real, but it felt as real as ever. The scientist was too distraught and distracted to acknowledge a distant feeling that he was being watched. After all, what did it matter now? Pedestrian. It knew the dreamer could sense something very wrong. Yet, the dreamer did nothing about it. He was engrossed in pointless grief. The source of this destructive emotion slipped through his fingers - dust. Nothing but particles, bits and pieces, sand. Above the man who looked broken might appear a woman and her precious cargo.
Tag: Isaiah Quinn & Ozu Saya[...] Saya dropped into the space, barely catching the ladder with one hand while the other clutched Evekh. She caught a glimpse of Kyo's wide blue eyes staring sightlessly at her, then the shooter stepped into view from the corridor that led to the sleeping quarters. The face was blurry, indistinct, but the structure and the uniform were decidedly Cardassian. Just before Saya slammed the hatch shut over her head, she heard him say ominously, It's your turn. I never should have let you live.Saya wasn't aware of the tears streaming down her face as she rushed down the ladder. The StrangerThey flew. The dreamer made the tin can move across the universe, but failed to realise the constraints of the mechanical were unnecessary. They polluted the wonder. They were still narrow. Awe was replaced by terror. The lover fell. It drew closer to the fleeing woman and her child, suddenly intrigued. Indistinct faces, not of its conjuring, threatened the dreamer, gave chase. It needed to exert no influence on these events. Not until the ladder. Down they would climb, and at the bottom they would find a hatch. Once opened, that hatch would lead to the nerve center of a ship familiar to all of the dreamers. Below them would be a man who would lose someone over, and over, again. [...] Pedestrian. It knew the dreamer could sense something very wrong. Yet, the dreamer did nothing about it. He was engrossed in pointless grief. The source of this destructive emotion slipped through his fingers - dust. Nothing but particles, bits and pieces, sand. Above the man who looked broken might appear a woman and her precious cargo. [Lt. (j.g.) Isaiah Quinn - Sweet Dream Beautiful Nightmare] He hadn't been able to save her. When she needed him most, yet again he hadn't been able to do anything to help Thea. Yet, where was everyone else. The Bridge was never unattended. The clawing seemed constant. Was it only a matter of time before whatever was on the other side of that door got in? Yet, then, there was another sound. Looking around and away from the crumbling remains, Isaiah's eyes fell upon Chief Ozu. And with her, as she descended a ladder was her son. "Chief Ozu?"It was a bit of a relief to see her. However, her arrival raised more questions than answers. How was her son here on the Mac? And more than that, where was she coming from. The Bridge was at the very top of the vessel. There was no deck above Deck One. "What's going on? Are you okay?" he asked. If he had to guess, she seemed to be in a hurry, but from what? His eyes attempted to glance upwards, but there didn't appear to be any definitive clue of where she'd come from.
Tag: Ozu Saya , Felicity Ellis (The Stranger) [ MCPO Ozu Saya - Saya's Nightmare] Saya had to drop several feet from the bottom of the ladder. Physical pain was added to emotional as her ankle twisted upon landing when she tried to protect her son from being crushed. She was gasping from sobs, from exertion, and now from pain as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was no longer on her father's old ship, but on the bridge of the Mac. And there was someone else present. Not an enemy, thankfully, because she couldn't run anymore. M-murder. Cardassian, she gasped, trying to bring breathing and emotions under control. Evekh started to wail, finally catching up with the fact that his mother was upset and the jostling he'd taken as Saya raced down the ladder. Saya looked around the bridge wildly. H-have to keep going. The lock won't hold for long. Still holding Evekh close, she started struggling to her feet, crying out in pain as she put weight on her injured ankle.
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Jul 6, 2020 19:31:27 GMT
[...]Felicity followed her brother's gaze and cringed at what she saw. In the distance was destruction. Before them was unknown pain. She didn't want to move toward it, she wanted to stay put in her calm bubble, sitting in her kayak with Not-Cameron and witnessing the carnage to come from safety. "You are the horizon." This one was presented with the option to reach toward the beyond, to face a hardship for the chance to find peace. But this one decided she did not want to go. She sat amidst the temper and pain and stilled her world. Stubborn and blind. He would remove her anchor. Beneath her the kayak broke up into millions of splintered pieces. Her riddling companion disappeared and she was plunged into the cold, grey depths below. [...] As the Alarm sounded, he heard the ship comm “Intruder Alert…Intruder Alert” “Damn it! We are being boarded” Tom said as he began running back into his quarters. As he entered his observed his Mother with a Phaser Rifle. “Thank God, Tom. Stay behind me, the ship is being boarded. They are putting a defense perimeter near the passager. We should head there.” . Mary Ann loaded the phaser rifle and checked the riffled aim system. “Mom, I’m 15 I can take care of myself. I know how to use a rifle” . He argued with his Mom. Mary Ann exhaled deeply as she looked around. “Tom, I don’t want you fighting. It can be dangerous” . Tom then headed to the weapons locker and said “We are ALL in danger…I can fight, I promise” . With a sense of defeat, she said “Fine I guess I can’t protect you forever. If you have that weapon, you need to do EXACTLY what I said and you stay close with me, Buster.. She mentioned as she lifted his rifle up and slowly walked in the hallway. Like a woman possessed she was on guard. Tom excitedly picked up the Riffle and though to himself. Time to take out the bad guys It was spared further boredom by the arrival of the trespassers. With a subtle hand it guided their aim, coaxed their aggression. Then it waited for the inevitable. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Dreamland]Doug glanced up, and once he saw what was going on, he couldn't look away. He recognized the outlines of the El-Aurian continents, the seas and oceans, as well as the scene unfolding on it. It was unmistakable, even for one who was a great many light-years away from the original event. There, invisible at this moment, were his old friends and family. He tensed up in horror as he watched, and didn't even notice the lumps slowly coming up in the fountain. As they floated together, they pieced together into his fourth wife's face - as a Borg drone. His fourth was perhaps his most self-esteem-destroying marriage. Not only did this wife not find him good enough in bed, but she also considered him to be insufficiently cultured. She had been on the Homeworld during the assimilation. His eyes trained on the orb in the sky, Doug did not notice this. He also did not notice that other presence, beyond a vague tingling in the back of his mind, an El-Aurian spidey-sense that was drowned out by the Borgness above. Forks of bottle-green lightning split the sky. The thing with the familiar face moved its lips and hissed from the fountain. Imbecile.As useless now as you were when you came to our marriage bed.Muscle and organ and fatty tissues pulled together to form her features, never completely knitting together; instead inching apart and then smacking back together with a gross, wet sound as the the dreamer's fourth wife spoke. Go.Around them, the landscape began to change. To the right, at the foot of the mountains, was an expanse of water. In the middle was a single kayak, somehow still despite the swell. Uphill came the telltale orange and yellow of beautiful flames, beckoning with dangerous fingers. Behind was the defiant boy and the fierce mother, ready to step into death. And back inside the dreamer's house, instead of a fridge full of cheeses, stood a science console, the sounds of a busy Bridge carrying on a gust of wind. Go.The Stranger did not interfere. There was too much going on here. Doug looked at it all, the Bridge, the sea, the fire (beautiful, beautiful fire), the tense scene with the two individuals, one of whom looked vaguely familiar... there were so many. What's more, none of the pieces fit. The fire, maybe, but nothing else was his. There was also a presence that didn't belong either. "What's going on?" Doug asked rather loudly. "I know you're here. What's going on?"Doug could visualize his ex rolling her brown eyes, seemingly getting swallowed into her purple bangs. Except, well, this version of her had no hair.
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Elijah Azaria
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 39
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Rank: Ensign
Species: Human
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Post by Elijah Azaria on Jul 7, 2020 9:54:18 GMT
[Deck 5 - Elijah's Quarters]
Elijah groaned as he forced himself up, completing his last sit-up of the workout. He was sweating but felt good, and it signified that he could take a hot shower and go to bed; which was something he’d been looking forward to all day. He got to his feet and removed his briefs on route to the bathroom, balling them up and throwing them with expert ease into his laundry hamper. A few minutes later, he was blissfully under the shower head in ecstasy. The hot water relaxed his muscles and soothed, reddening his skin as it cleaned away the grime of the day. He washed his hair and then his body, and then stood for another ten minutes as the water ran down his face.
Shower off, Elijah padded back into his room with a towel. He dried his hair first before towel drying the rest of him; another item added to the laundry. Hair combed back, clean briefs on, lights out; bed. He lay on his back for a while, revelling in how comfortable he was as he stared at the ceiling. The day hadn’t been memorable but he’d enjoyed it nevertheless. Structure was familiar and on days when things progressed like clockwork, he didn’t have to think much beyond his comfortable expertise. As he drifted off, he wondered what book he’d take with him to the mess hall tomorrow.
~ ![]() Elijah blinked and was uncomfortably aware at the brightness of the room. Before he could register where his dream had transported him to, he listened to the birds chirping loudly outside; the window to his right was open. He blinked again and then looked down. Before him on the desk was an open book and though Elijah didn’t read it, he knew it was one of the many books on the Academy’s list.
He was at home. Six months before Starfleet.
With one hand, he felt his stomach which was flat and uncomfortably abs-less. He sat stiffly, 17 years old again; a skinny kid with shoulder length hair and acne. Why was he here? He hadn’t dreamt of this house in years. With a soft swing of the computer chair, he turned to look at his childhood bedroom. A box room with minimal furniture, clean and orderly. Looking at the door, Elijah knew it was locked, and that was a distinctly uncomfortable reminder that his house had brought him nothing but pain. And he wanted out. |
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jul 8, 2020 2:22:29 GMT
[ P03 Kaya Som | Deck 6, Crew Quarters ]Kaya's bunkmate Oarren was asleep, as he had been for hours, with his head sandwiched between pillows. The room glowed a flickering blue, the cast-off of a viewscreen playing, as it had been for hours, an Earth political drama. Next to her, an empty bowl. An episode ended and she checked the clock. She'd done it again, stayed up far too late. She had the urge to try and press past the deepest fatigue to the false second wind of wakefulness, but thought better of it. She dragged herself to bed. ... She slept and she dreamed. In the dream she felt bleary, heavy of limb and slow to speak. She was wearing a hospital gown and she just knew something was terribly wrong with her. Corridor after corridor was empty and voices seemed like they'd be just around the corner. A pain in her ban[fn]Trill abdominal pouch[/fn] stopped her and she sank to her knees. She drew up the gown to look only to see the fold of skin red and angry. "Hah-deh-zhi," she swore. [fn]Mild expletive[/fn] She got back up to her feet and began following voices once again, this time calling out again. "I think something's wrong."
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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 Jul 8, 2020 16:48:35 GMT
The StrangerThis one was presented with the option to reach toward the beyond, to face a hardship for the chance to find peace. But this one decided she did not want to go. She sat amidst the temper and pain and stilled her world. Stubborn and blind. He would remove her anchor. Beneath her the kayak broke up into millions of splintered pieces. Her riddling companion disappeared and she was plunged into the cold, grey depths below. Her kayak was decimating itself. The sound and destruction was akin to the small craft being bashed again and again against rocks, the waves pounding at it and depriving it and its rider of any control. She had seconds to prepare herself for the freezing cold of the fathoms below. And she was out so much further than she'd been just moments before. The wind tossed her and her hair whipped through air that stole every word and scream straight out of her mouth. She caught one more fleeting glance of the calm, unruffled Cameron before the bitter water slammed into her body from every direction. She too then became almost like a rag-doll, lost to the currents and unable to fight against the unseen strength of the sea. She twisted and turned and rolled. She was a toy in a toddler's grip. I am a shadow.But what did that even mean? And why was she here, in this situation. She would never go out for a ride in that kind of weather. Not even for Cameron. Her muscles screamed, on fire despite the freezing waves. She was no longer aware of which direction was up. Her chest felt like it would burst, trying to heave, fighting against what felt like an invisible belt that was tightening around her with every second. And then she stilled, and somehow her rational mind succeeded in shouting down her irrational panic. Where she was, this experience, it was innately wrong. She'd never go out like this, it was far too stupid. Felicity had done moronic things in her life but she would never run headlong into the headlights of death without a Plan B. There was no Plan B, and that's how she knew that this wasn't right. Slowly but surely she began to relax her muscles. One at a time, limb by limb. She opened her eyes and looked. Faint strains of light were piercing the surface of the water, and the patter of the rain pelting the sea created little underwater disturbances and bubbles. You are the horizon.She reached upward and kicked her feet and didn't stop until she broke the surface. From there, she would point herself in the direction of the shore and swim for her life. [Felicity's Quarters]Felicity lay on her sofa, fast asleep. Signs of a less than peaceful slumber would be obvious to any onlooker: abandoned tumbler of whiskey on the floor, cushions fallen, hair a tousled mess. She was trying to kick something and her face was screwed up with anger as she flailed about. Close by, her commbadge chirped but she still did not wake. Instead, she turned her head and coughed up a mouthful of sea water. |
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