Post by Judith Eastman on Nov 27, 2020 15:34:37 GMT
We have three nominations, and 48 hours to choose between them!
Vote, vote, vote, as hard as it is to choose just one!
{Submission #1, by Charlie Fox, is in the Mission}Here's what the nominator wrote:
Here's the post itself:
[Primary L'Sho - Ten Forward, USS Mac]
Primary L'Sho stood in the middle of a large room, in the midst of something he could only describe as immoderate. The space itself was wasteful. It was large, open, lacking in usable cover and most certainly a weakness in the design of the great ship. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of the Federation's riches and their obvious disregard for resources. Laid out on tables were various morsels that he had no hope of identifying, even after the extensive study he'd made of the primary species that comprised the Fleet. In his hand was a liquid that matched the colour of his people's ordure, though smelled slightly more inviting. The people themselves were tidy and well-presented in either matching uniforms or garments that glittered in the light. L'Sho wondered what this practice denoted. A display of wealth? A show of fertility? Surely nudity would serve that particular show better.
The Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada himself was dressed in pristine white. His uniform was striking against his skin and his fitted shirt was heavy with his many awards and adornments, all won in service to his system. Perhaps the most obvious difference between him and his Federation hosts, however, was his lack of footwear. Tapered pants ended just below his ankle, exposing his bare feet. Which, incidentally, were very cold.
With all of their opulence and desire to please, it seemed it had not occured to Starfleet that many species found the practice of covering the feet to be unnecessary. In fact, it was only recently, the last one hundred years or so, that his people had begun to wear clothing of any kind. Even in modern times it was mostly the older generations, having completed their v'tra, who covered themselves up as completely as L'Sho did. The younger generations, as reactive and indulgent as they were, often preferred total freedom while in the company of their own. The Primary had, however, noticed a little status snobbery permeate the lower ranks. Some were falling victim to these useless displays of shine and perceived wealth, much like other species in the quadrant. The charlatan "princess" was one such simpleton, and L'Sho thought she would fit in with this frivolity quite well.
The thought of the young royal threatened to ruin his good humour.
"Primary L'Sho," came an equally grating voice, "Charlie Fox, Federation News Network."
His eyes, glowing with displeasure, slid to the side as the human sidled up next to him, glass of ordure in her own hand. "Charlie Fox. My staff have become quite accustomed to the sound of your appalling voice."
[Charlie Fox - Ten Forward, USS Mac]
"Shame I can't return the compliment," Charlie responded smoothly with a slight incline of her head, "They don't seem to want to speak with me anymore. I do hope I haven't done anything to upset them."
If L'Sho thought his rudeness would scare her off, he had another thing coming. One corner of his mouth twitched ever-so-slightly upwards at her words, and her brow arched with surprise at the reaction. Was he amused?
"After your article reached us, I had our media outlets demonise you. It is said that your preference for laying with beasts has deranged your mind."
Amused, indeed.
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Great detailed intro of complex character L'Sho and it established some recent history to set up some useful tension. It's also fun to see Flick play off herself.
Here's the post itself:
Primary L'Sho stood in the middle of a large room, in the midst of something he could only describe as immoderate. The space itself was wasteful. It was large, open, lacking in usable cover and most certainly a weakness in the design of the great ship. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of the Federation's riches and their obvious disregard for resources. Laid out on tables were various morsels that he had no hope of identifying, even after the extensive study he'd made of the primary species that comprised the Fleet. In his hand was a liquid that matched the colour of his people's ordure, though smelled slightly more inviting. The people themselves were tidy and well-presented in either matching uniforms or garments that glittered in the light. L'Sho wondered what this practice denoted. A display of wealth? A show of fertility? Surely nudity would serve that particular show better.
The Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada himself was dressed in pristine white. His uniform was striking against his skin and his fitted shirt was heavy with his many awards and adornments, all won in service to his system. Perhaps the most obvious difference between him and his Federation hosts, however, was his lack of footwear. Tapered pants ended just below his ankle, exposing his bare feet. Which, incidentally, were very cold.
With all of their opulence and desire to please, it seemed it had not occured to Starfleet that many species found the practice of covering the feet to be unnecessary. In fact, it was only recently, the last one hundred years or so, that his people had begun to wear clothing of any kind. Even in modern times it was mostly the older generations, having completed their v'tra, who covered themselves up as completely as L'Sho did. The younger generations, as reactive and indulgent as they were, often preferred total freedom while in the company of their own. The Primary had, however, noticed a little status snobbery permeate the lower ranks. Some were falling victim to these useless displays of shine and perceived wealth, much like other species in the quadrant. The charlatan "princess" was one such simpleton, and L'Sho thought she would fit in with this frivolity quite well.
The thought of the young royal threatened to ruin his good humour.
"Primary L'Sho," came an equally grating voice, "Charlie Fox, Federation News Network."
His eyes, glowing with displeasure, slid to the side as the human sidled up next to him, glass of ordure in her own hand. "Charlie Fox. My staff have become quite accustomed to the sound of your appalling voice."
~~~
[Charlie Fox - Ten Forward, USS Mac]
"Shame I can't return the compliment," Charlie responded smoothly with a slight incline of her head, "They don't seem to want to speak with me anymore. I do hope I haven't done anything to upset them."
If L'Sho thought his rudeness would scare her off, he had another thing coming. One corner of his mouth twitched ever-so-slightly upwards at her words, and her brow arched with surprise at the reaction. Was he amused?
"After your article reached us, I had our media outlets demonise you. It is said that your preference for laying with beasts has deranged your mind."
Amused, indeed.
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{Submission #2, by Kaya Som, is in the Mission}Here's what the nominator wrote:
Here's the post itself:
[ PO1 Kaya Som | Deck 7, shuttlebay ]
Kaya gasped at the sudden movement and dropped her tricorder. Her first reaction before she knew what was going on was to almost laugh and prepare to tell off whichever of her friends thought they were so funny. But the words and the massive blade made her voice catch in her throat and her eyes go wide. This wasn't a joke.
From the voice and what she could see of the hooded figure's face, it was one of the Talorians, but she couldn't recognize who. And it didn't really matter. Kaya put up her hands to stop the knife without thinking and then she just started kicking, any recollection she'd ever taken a basic self-defence course in tech academy utterly gone. Her lungs remembered themselves and she screamed.
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There's been so many great posts but Kaya's reaction & her response to the Killer, reminded me of those tense drama filled moments, where you don't want a character to die
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[ PO1 Kaya Som | Deck 7, shuttlebay ]
Kaya gasped at the sudden movement and dropped her tricorder. Her first reaction before she knew what was going on was to almost laugh and prepare to tell off whichever of her friends thought they were so funny. But the words and the massive blade made her voice catch in her throat and her eyes go wide. This wasn't a joke.
From the voice and what she could see of the hooded figure's face, it was one of the Talorians, but she couldn't recognize who. And it didn't really matter. Kaya put up her hands to stop the knife without thinking and then she just started kicking, any recollection she'd ever taken a basic self-defence course in tech academy utterly gone. Her lungs remembered themselves and she screamed.
You can read the post in context here.
{Submission #3, by T'Karra, is in the Mission}Here's what the nominator wrote:
Here's the post itself:
[Shuttlebay, Deck 7, USS Mac]
The trio inside the lift stayed out of sight as the doors slid open and the only visible movement to instinctively draw the eye was the small, palm sized cylinder. It sailed through the air for only a fraction of a second towards the open ramp of the nearby shuttlecraft. The stun grenade was a cleverly made and employed device; rather than relying on a time-delayed fuse that required a more precise execution, it simply impacted with the deck and ignited.
The shuttlebay and the interior of the craft was awash with 50,000,000 lumens and a deafening 175 decibel roar. While some species were impervious to the effects, most were blinded by the activation of every optical photoreceptor and disoriented by the concussive blast. It was then that the impromptu security team struck with phasers primed.
They charged forward, taking in the scene in an instant. Knife. Blood. Threat. Victim. Bystander.
"Hands! Show me your hands!" Ma' thundered, zeroing in on the Talorian with the blade and a face warped with rage.
T'Karra pressed forward, shoulder to shoulder with Ma' as he rushed the active threat. Whether he planned to shoot the assailant or tackle him was a mystery to her. She kept her weapon trained on the second Telorian, providing her Klingon comrade with security. There was no telling his involvement in the obvious attack. There would be time for questions later.
The two of them together freed up Lieutenant Andrews to advance unimpeded.
You can read the post in context here.
This was an effective and exciting action post. I could easily see just what was happening in the fray. Just super clear. Great skill to have.
Here's the post itself:
The trio inside the lift stayed out of sight as the doors slid open and the only visible movement to instinctively draw the eye was the small, palm sized cylinder. It sailed through the air for only a fraction of a second towards the open ramp of the nearby shuttlecraft. The stun grenade was a cleverly made and employed device; rather than relying on a time-delayed fuse that required a more precise execution, it simply impacted with the deck and ignited.
The shuttlebay and the interior of the craft was awash with 50,000,000 lumens and a deafening 175 decibel roar. While some species were impervious to the effects, most were blinded by the activation of every optical photoreceptor and disoriented by the concussive blast. It was then that the impromptu security team struck with phasers primed.
They charged forward, taking in the scene in an instant. Knife. Blood. Threat. Victim. Bystander.
"Hands! Show me your hands!" Ma' thundered, zeroing in on the Talorian with the blade and a face warped with rage.
T'Karra pressed forward, shoulder to shoulder with Ma' as he rushed the active threat. Whether he planned to shoot the assailant or tackle him was a mystery to her. She kept her weapon trained on the second Telorian, providing her Klingon comrade with security. There was no telling his involvement in the obvious attack. There would be time for questions later.
The two of them together freed up Lieutenant Andrews to advance unimpeded.
You can read the post in context here.
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