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Post by Absinthe on Feb 9, 2019 8:21:50 GMT
[ Lieutenant Commander K'Sawn Dlicis | Chief Engineer's Officer | Main Engineering | USS Augustus ] attn: multificionado With the ship stopped and checks are done on all the systems to ensure the usage of the new warp engine had functioned as it should, it had, K'Sawn had once more sealed herself in her office and lit up a fine cigar to celebrate. Most of the team knew she'd be out in a little over an hour and in the meantime to just let her be. K'Sawn was, at that point, known to be difficult to work with, but the best at what she did. Put simply, she was too good to hold accountable for the shit she pulled because if Starfleet did and she left, then her skills could just as easily be put to work for the Romulans, Klingons, or even the Orions, as she was still half Orion. So she was let be. Mason knew that and let her be, but Mason also liked to see how others reacted to her and see how long it took for her to be reported to him. He was under orders to do nothing to her beyond a light slap on the wrist, Starfleet couldn't risk losing her, so complaints meant next to nothing. When the sound of the second officer's voice cut through the haze of the smoke-filled room a frown appeared on K'Sawn's face. " It's not broken," she said and then took a long drag from her cigar and blew it at the comm unit on her desk, as if wishing the smoke would travel over the comms and blow in the second officer's face. " What more do you want?"
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 9, 2019 12:52:27 GMT
[ "Synthia Nerva" | Transporter Station | USS Augustus ] attn: syrano Kai As the beam of particles coalesced into the form of a woman and the system powered down, the woman known on record as Synthia Nerva breathed once more, air rushing into her heavily augmented lungs, quickly registering the chemical makeup of the station's atmosphere, before flooding back out. She stepped off the transporter pad and moved swiftly to the console, pulling a thin access card from a pocket of her dress. She slipped it into the console and it erased the details of her transport, leaving only an ident signature and timestamp, nothing more. The transporter officer had seen only two other individuals do this and he knew better than to stop them. Octavius had the fleet by the balls, the officer didn't know how and he didn't want to know. It was too dangerous. With that done, Synthia slid the card back into the pocket and departed, heading for the staging area inside the main part of the biome. Though a canopy of trees hid the starry sky above from view, it was not overly dark, a number of standard-issue federation lighting sources had been set up. They were, of course, not the best of lighting systems, but they did their job. As she moved around the encampment she looked for any sign of the Commodore. She had orders to attend to and she wanted to ensure his cooperation. Like many ranking members of Starfleet, he was the sort to wish to be informed, even in matters well above his paygrade. Synthia knew that and many times she was grateful that she had lost her ability to speak, indeed she could not remember ever having it. It made it impossible to argue with her. She would do her job and nothing anyone could say meant much of anything. She had picked up an odd artifact, a clay tablet covered in odd markings, when she heard someone approach. She looked up and saw one of their operatives walking toward her, though the man had not truly been informed of his purpose or what Octavius had planned, he was a tool for them none the less. " I wasn't expecting to see you here," Fred said, his voice not nearly as cheerful as it usually was. He was still carrying Evelon, though her weight had not slowed him down much at all. " Are you here on orders from your master, or are you just killing time waiting to curl up in his lap once more?" Synthia said nothing and instead reach out and checked Evelon's pulse. " Don't," Fred said and quickly stepped back, putting distance between them. " Don't touch. She doesn't need your kind's influence." Synthia withdrew her hand and placed the tablet down. " Now, if you'll excuse me," Fred said and sidestepped around the woman, moving to one of the folding benches that had been set up. He gently set Evelon down and checked her vitals. She was still unconscious and he wanted to be certain that moving her had not done too much harm. " Okay, you can wake up anytime now." Fred gently touched Evelon's face, giving her shoulder a light shake. Synthia moved and stood a few paces back from them, observing silently. She had a little bit of time before she knew she would need to work and for now, she was curious as to the going on of the station. She turned a moment later to watch the arrival of a Caitian in uniform.
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Post by brutus on Feb 9, 2019 14:34:46 GMT
[ Lt (jg) Cara Siobhan Ross | Transporter room 1 | USS Augustus ]Fascinatin' the colonist thought to herself as she finally let go of the tricorder strap and tucked her hands in behind her back. Her green eye darted between the Captain and the Commodore, making no effort to hide that she was listening intently. Tha'was the mark of a good officer, wasn't it? Or so she told herself in any case. Keeping quiet, and paying attention was often the way to go. A space-station full o'space farmers that we cannae find? Tha'sounds like a challenge! Cara decided, continuing along. She did gently ease the tricorder around now, and started punching up a few scans of her own. At this point curiosity was digging at her, quietly whispering in her ear, telling her that the best way to be prepared was to get a look at things for herself. Could it be tha'they're a colony? Self'sustainin? Ah'd need t'have more data to confirm but Ah believe tha'd be a reasonable hypothesis.
Just make sure not ta'make th'facts fit th'theory unless they actually do, lass.The hum of the device was quiet, though it seemed otherwise to Cara, who was slowly becoming hyper aware. The fact that she was on an away mission was not something that she was able to push away fully. The sound of her boots, of the Captains, the Doctors, the Commodores, a steady back beat for the quiet trill of her scanner. The readings....well. She'd have a lot to think about from those. Tha's gonna take a wee bit o'time to decipher. They came to a stop, having to fall in single file to deal with the busted passageway. Crushed doors, pried away from the side, pulled down by nature, after a fashion, asserting itself over technology. Through this entry they stepped, following Commodore Locke, into an alien visage more akin to the surface of a jungle planet than a space station - until one looked up, at least. Cara tore her eyes away from her scanner and let her head swivel about, the red curls bouncing slightly. " Oh my," she whispered with slight reverence, before pulling the tricorder up and falling in next to Dr. House, taking a detailed scan of the.... tank? at their feet. "This place tis a botanists paradise," she quietly observed, glancing back down at the container of water. A new frown formed on her face, and she turned to shoot a curious look to her Captain, before looking back at the water. Someone lives down there?. Sure enough, something - someone - did. Cara was proud that she didn't let out a little squeak of shock. She knew that aquatic species (or amphibious in this instance) existed. She'd studied a few, but she had yet to meet a single one. That had just changed, and keeping her surprise to an enthusiastic smile was about the best the young girl could manage. Of course, she pointed her tricorder at the man and took a few scans before realizing that might be considered a wee bit rude. In what she hoped was discreet fashion she quietly flipped the lid down on the device, her eyes having met two of the four of the alien's before darting down. It was a good thing she could not read its - his? - thoughts, or she might blush. Blunt, ain't'e? she thought, and then in a rush of enthusiasm untempered by experience she sorely lacked, Cara decided to speak up. "Ach well, in tha'case, Ah expect a bit o'quid-pro-quo," Cara warned with a bright smile, as she bobbed a bit on her heels. Blazing right on, she added, "Mah name is Cara Siobhan Ross, and Ah'm the Chief Science Officer of Th'USS Augustus, United Federation of Planets. And we're here cause this here space station is giving th'good Commodore's people a wee bit of a rough'spot. Now tha'at's outta tha'way, ta whom do I 'ave th'pleasure of speaking?" she asked, giving the universal translator the usual struggle with her accent's butchering of Federation Standard. It never pegged on her that she talked out of turn, and might very well have just inadvertently insulted both the man floating in the water and the Commodore in charge of the mission.
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Post by Kai on Feb 12, 2019 22:36:30 GMT
Syria had been following Fred who was carrying the first officer of her ship. He didn't seem slowed under the weight of the burden he carried at the moment and Syria concentrated on keeping up with him while keeping an eye on her surroundings. Fred was a little head of her since he had left directly after Evelon had collasped so when she heard a voice that was unfamiliar to her she slowed to listen for a moment frowning at what the feline was hearing she raised her phaser rifle slightly continuing into the area where she found Fred laying Evelon down and another humanoid form.
"Doctor Quinn care to explain what is going on?" She asked her natural purr didn't soften her narrowed and cold gaze. Syria's tail flicked in annoyance as she looked from one individual to the other, the feline reached for her communicator. =/\= Lieutenant Syria to Captain Mason, we have a situation, Commander Evelon is presently unconscious. =/\= Syria said into the channel she'd attempted to open she should have done so the second Doctor Quinn had picked Evelon up and started walking away with her, without another word. Unfortunately, she didn't know where she was either since having left the only possible access to the core.
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 23, 2019 6:17:57 GMT
[ Captain Mason Finch | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | USS Augustus ] attn: Kai Angelus syrano brutus Mason had expected aliens. He'd been trained to deal with them and had met a wide range of them throughout his career, but this, this was different. The way the alien had emerged from the water, it had been almost magical. He had been too dumbstruck by it to speak, and Cara had beat him to the punch. He was curious to see the aliens reaction when his comm activated he pulled it off his belt and flipped it open. =/\= Understood, I'm sending Doctor House that way, out =/\= he said over the open channel and then closed the communicator and slipped it back into his belt holster. He took a few paces toward the doctor and said, " Doctor House, it looks like there is a situation with Commander Evelon. I need you to get back to the Base Camp and see what you can do, alright?" He hated having to send the Doctor away, he had hoped to ask for his insights later, but the health of the crew came first.
[ Frederick Rodgers Quinn | Transporter Station | USS Augustus ] attn: syrano Kai " Looks like she's got a trick nerve," Fred observed, " bump it the wrong way and you go down. She'll be fine in a few minutes, but she'll be off her feet for an hour or so." As he spoke he went to procure a bottle of cold water and a washcloth. He quickly poured some to the water onto the cloth and began to dap at Evelon's forehead with it. " If there is any swelling around the nerve I'd need a medical kit to do anything more." Behind him, the woman, Synthia, stood silently watching. This would delay her purpose on the station, but she could not act as easily when there were so many watching, especially when the xenoanthroplogist lurking around the staging area as he currently was. He had been almost openly hostile to her since their first encounter, though she had been uncertain as to why for some time. She had said nothing to him that should have upset him, she had, in fact, said nothing at all.
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Post by Kai on Feb 24, 2019 0:33:53 GMT
Syria listened to the response from her Captain thankful that Doctor House was on his way. Even as she listened to Doctor Quinn as he cared for Evelon. The feline officer lowered her weapon slightly though was ready to use it if she should need to her trust wasn't given easily. She moved closer to check on Commander Evelon to be sure the woman was still breathing, but she did not go within arms reach of either humanoid in the room with her. Syria frowned at the mention of swelling around the nerve. She was no doctor, the only medical knowledge she held was for field medics.
"Would you be able to tell if there was swelling?" She asked before looking to the silent woman nearby, "And who is she? you did not sound too thrilled to see her what with the little bit of conversation I heard coming from the two of you?" Syria asked with her natural purr still.
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Post by syrano on Feb 26, 2019 17:56:29 GMT
[ Cmdr Evelon | Transporter Station | Arcturian Station ]
Once upon a time, Evelon’s dreams were like anyone else’s. She dreamed of old memories, of flying, of her teeth falling out. They were normal, forgettable. If she remembered them at all, they might prove an interesting conversation topic for a minute or two, and then be forgotten just as easily. These days, she remembered all her dreams, because she only ever had one of a handful of dreams, like her mind was only able to play bad reruns for her. Though she appeared outwardly calm, inwardly, she was facedown on the ground, her back burning from a disruptor shot, she couldn’t move fast enough, someone help her, someone save her--the towering shadow of a Klingon warrior loomed over her, she saw a bat’leth’s shadow raised up, she could feel metal pierce her skin, enter her body, sever her nerves--
She finally startled awake, moving as if she meant to continue her battle in the dreamworld here, in the waking one. She meant to bolt to her feet, but could not do so. Her legs had that very distinct static-y feeling that meant her spine must’ve come out of alignment, again. She still had sensation, meaning she hadn’t totally wrecked the artificial segment of her spine, but she would need to see a doctor to have anything done. Her heart was racing, her eyes analyzing everyone in the room. Syria, present and unharmed, Doctor Quinn, present and unhurt--and a strange third person she was not familiar with. Her hands went to her disruptor rifle to hold, but she did not aim. She did not appear to be posing an immediate threat. Yet, anyway.
“Identify yourself.” She ordered, once again falling into the role of a commander, even though she was only able to sit up. She would not be standing without help.
[ Oto Syrano | Restricted Area | Water Tank ]
How peculiar these humans were. He knew they were all humans because they had skin and hair. The one with the hair that he ‘liked’ pointed a strange machine at him. It was incredibly rude, but how were they to know what was polite and what wasn’t in this humid, waterlogged world of his? Thankfully, with a pointed look from himself, she put the machine away.
She was speaking, but he couldn’t pick out words very well. He could hear some thing,s such as a United Federation of Planets and something about asking his name, but other than that, understanding her words was rough. They all seemed to run together and bounce around, like maybe she was not well acquainted with the language either. For a moment, he paused, looking at the group as if he expected them to translate for him. When no one did, he offered her another pointed look.
“It’s impolite to slur your language in such a manner. I am Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo. It is customary to use title and given name, Oto Syrano, when addressing me. You have come to speak regarding the station; you know I had nothing to do with the station’s construction, yes? The inner workings are unknown to me, and quite frankly, disinterest me. I’ll offer what little I know, but you ought not expect your answers to be found here.” He replied back with the usual sort of refined gruff he gave to nearly everyone who pestered him. The commodore would be used to the attitude.
The tricorder did manage to scan some things before being put away. Syrano is not clearly mammallian, but at the very least he could be filed away under chordata, and after that he sort of breaks the class system. More than that, Syrano has more symbiotic bacteria and fungi on his skin than most humans have in their gut, and many of these are completely alien, even to the station. The water, too, is saturated with some of this bacteria. It’s likely not safe to jump in or touch Syrano.
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