Post by gaijingomi on Feb 3, 2011 17:20:59 GMT -5
This is an Open RP thread. As I haven't met most of you In Game, please feel free to post here as a loose form of introduction. Please read the post before you so we don't end up all stumbling over each other.
Thank you for your tolerance.
Early Riser Rises
She bolted upright, a scream locked within her throat, hands flailing to ward off yet another attack. Her skin felt as though it was trying to shiver off her bones, her muscles so tense that breath would not go down through her silent scream and let ease the terror within her pounding heart.
Early hit the floor with a soft thud, legs kicking against the soft wrap of her blanket. The shock of hitting the thickly carpeted floor from her bed stung her awake, out of the nightmare. The soft whir and whine of her implants cutting the silence more effectively than her now swallowed scream.
Lying on the floor, she forced herself in inhale slowly and deeply, counting heartbeats between each breath. Sweat dampened hands clutched the carpet fibres like a drowning man to a floating log. She touched the thick wool of the blanket about her torso and legs and slowly unwound it. Reaching up she pulled at the neckline of her sleeping silks, fanning it slightly to cool the nightmare sweat from her chest.
Drawing long legs up, she wrapped slender yet muscled arms around them. Early rocked for a long while on her tailbone, staring with one human eye at the weave of her blanket. In the back of her mind Early registered the thick wool of the Pendleton blanket woven in a Blackfoot tribal pattern. The colours of red, white, yellow and blue chased the remains of her nightmare away.
Early shook her head carefully, feeling the awkward pull of her reception implants on the right of her skull. Reaching up, she ran her left hand over the close stubble of her bare skull and relished the tickling of soft hair against her bare palm.
With a low growl, she stood, drawing the blanket with her and grimacing, feeling sweat damped silks chilling her skin. Quick deft movements ensured her bed was tightly made, the overstuffed pillows tucked neatly under the soft sheets and heavy wool of her bedding.
Her internal chrono told Early that she had three hours until she was expected to report for duty and there was no sense wasting time.
Walking past the replicator, bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet, she paused briefly: “Innominata supplement 11, water: chilled…” she considered a moment, “no. Chai tea, double strong, double sweet.” The replicator spoke in response but Early did not hear it, her mind already on the tasks ahead.
Refreshed from the sonic shower and dressed in the uniform of the 22nd Mobile Fleet: Daedalus Omega, Early chewed on a forkful of the mushy grey food without truly noticing it. Instead her eye was fixed on the door, the aperture of her ocular implant sending a razor thin beam of blood red light on the door seal. She sighed heavily and gestured silently towards the replicator with a pale, delicate hand. A brief hum and soft whine from the computer above the little shelf heralded a plate covered in a thick, heavy breakfast. Early winced as the scent of sausage, spiced white gravy, scrambled avian eggs, fried potatoes and thick buttered toast filled the air.
“How can you eat such things…” she said aloud as the door slid open with a soft hiss.
Early watched Eight of Eight stride into her quarters with wry amusement. Where Early was lithe as a cat and appeared as delicate as a snowflake, Eight could make any Klingon female doubt herself. Built tall and tough, even her walk commanded attention. Eight slid into the seat across from Early with a wide smile. Eight’s pale skin only accentuated her delicate skull implants, gunmetal threads pulsing with a brilliant blue. She too possessed only one eye but hers was a mirrored black and gave her a curiously soulless gaze many did not like.
Eight took a forkful of sausage and potatoes drowned in the heavy spicy gravy and ate it with obvious relish. Early felt a twinge of jealousy as she stirred her own unappetizing mush about the plate.
“Not my fault that my digestive tract is back to normal. At least you can sleep in a bed, not having to regenerate.” Eight said, reaching for the large mug of coffee, made thick by cream and brown sugar.
Early resumed her place at the table, pushing her half finished breakfast to one side and taking up her mug of chai tea. She paused, inhaling the spicy, delicate aroma, feeling the heat of the mug seep into her hands. Both Eight and Early agreed that food and drink, and all which came with it, were the very best things about being Liberated. Humanoids took for granted the simple things that made food so enjoyable. The sight of a well prepared dish, the scent of it gave joy before the tasting began. Of all the things Early missed about her former life, before being Assimilated, food was nearly top of the list. At least she could now enjoy simple drinks. Nothing as heavy as coffee or complex as carbonated or alcoholic drinks but chai tea or even simple apple juice brought a bright snap to otherwise very boring meals.
“And sleeping is such a benefit?” she asked softly, the memory of her nightmares sending a shiver down her spine.
Eight paused in her hearty eating, shivering slightly as well. To an outside observer the move seemed in sympathy but both of them knew it was more.
“So have you chosen yet?” Eight asked, using her fork to point at the pile of PADDs on the nearby Starfleet issue couch.
Early shook her head, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip in consternation.
“All three have an excellent crew; all three need a science officer or a medical officer or both. All three have Captains that excel in the expectations of Starfleet. I just don’t know.” she said, sipping the last of her chai.
Eight used a corner of her thickly buttered toast to scoop up the last dredges bits of the spicy sausage, staring carefully at her plate as she used her engineering skill to overload her fork. She paused, glancing towards an upper corner of the spacious room.
Like most Starfleet officer quarters here aboard Deepspace 9, the area was cut into three rooms. A living and dining area, a bedroom which could hold either a large bed or two smaller ones and beyond that a small personal hygiene space. As a junior Ensign holding only a field commission, Early could have been sharing with another junior officer but instead she was alone. Aside from the Pendleton blanket, the entire room was furnished with Starfleet issue, even the plants which tried in vain to ease the Spartan décor. One wall was covered with a vast array of medical and scientific devices, all of which monitored Early, and now Eight, as they remained in the room. Both knew those devices, with the monitors they both wore, sent constant data to both Starfleet and the Daystrom Institute. Both knew this had to be done as they were once Borg, liberated but in the eyes of many, still Borg. And the Borg were to be feared or hated… or both.
And there were the other devices. Early and Eight pretended to ignore them hence the meaningless conversation.
But there was a deeper, more in depth and thoughtful stream of speech between the two of them. One that could not be monitored, examined in-depth and feared. Conversations that even the greatest of Betazoids, Lwaxana Troi, could not have heard. The android Data would not be a problem either, even though he had spent more time with the Queen as an Independent than any other before or since.
Eight finished piling her fork high, using the last bite of toast to load the remains of her breakfast into a mouthful any Engineering officer would be proud of and ate it. Wiping her still chewing mouth carefully, she tossed the napkin aside carelessly and swallowed.
“Stop thinking so much, trust your information and go with your instincts. I’m sure you’ll find a Captain more than willing to ‘accept’ us, and fight for you. Captain Qat’Anmek for example. Even before he had full disclosure, he was more than willing to stand up to-”
Early hissed a word, the end of which cut off sharply. The universal translator had a ‘hic-up’ over it, but Eight knew and translated it easily. She blushed around her delicate implants, corpse grey skin tinged pink, highlighting the gunmetal web bound to the right side of her heavy features.
“SHUT UP!” could not have been shouted louder or more sharply.
Early set aside her empty mug and stood, pale delicate hands moving her pristine uniform absently, tugging the tight jacket over the loose fitting combat trousers and glancing down at her knee high boots which shone like mirrors.
“See the Away Team from the P’Jem mission is ready with their statements. They’re too meet in the Council chamber there on Starbase 1 to continue the investigation regarding the Ambassador. Once you are finished report to Medical. I’ll contact you if anything comes up.” Early said, her usual soft voice filled with cold, razor sharp edges.
Eight stood, gathering the dishes and setting them in the replicator.
“And you?” Eight asked, equally sharply.
Early did not answer vocally. Instead she strode from her quarters into the passageway outside….
OOC: This is your opening for RP, whoever takes up the thread first. Be advised this is Early’s first day as part of Daedalus Omega. She has not chosen nor been recruited to any ship. She has just finished the P’Jem mission with flying colours. Not only did she get rid of ALL the Klingons on the planet but contributed to the destruction of Species 8472’s impostor and ship.
Early and Eight are currently aboard DS 9.
Thank you for your tolerance.
Early Riser Rises
She bolted upright, a scream locked within her throat, hands flailing to ward off yet another attack. Her skin felt as though it was trying to shiver off her bones, her muscles so tense that breath would not go down through her silent scream and let ease the terror within her pounding heart.
Early hit the floor with a soft thud, legs kicking against the soft wrap of her blanket. The shock of hitting the thickly carpeted floor from her bed stung her awake, out of the nightmare. The soft whir and whine of her implants cutting the silence more effectively than her now swallowed scream.
Lying on the floor, she forced herself in inhale slowly and deeply, counting heartbeats between each breath. Sweat dampened hands clutched the carpet fibres like a drowning man to a floating log. She touched the thick wool of the blanket about her torso and legs and slowly unwound it. Reaching up she pulled at the neckline of her sleeping silks, fanning it slightly to cool the nightmare sweat from her chest.
Drawing long legs up, she wrapped slender yet muscled arms around them. Early rocked for a long while on her tailbone, staring with one human eye at the weave of her blanket. In the back of her mind Early registered the thick wool of the Pendleton blanket woven in a Blackfoot tribal pattern. The colours of red, white, yellow and blue chased the remains of her nightmare away.
Early shook her head carefully, feeling the awkward pull of her reception implants on the right of her skull. Reaching up, she ran her left hand over the close stubble of her bare skull and relished the tickling of soft hair against her bare palm.
With a low growl, she stood, drawing the blanket with her and grimacing, feeling sweat damped silks chilling her skin. Quick deft movements ensured her bed was tightly made, the overstuffed pillows tucked neatly under the soft sheets and heavy wool of her bedding.
Her internal chrono told Early that she had three hours until she was expected to report for duty and there was no sense wasting time.
Walking past the replicator, bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet, she paused briefly: “Innominata supplement 11, water: chilled…” she considered a moment, “no. Chai tea, double strong, double sweet.” The replicator spoke in response but Early did not hear it, her mind already on the tasks ahead.
Refreshed from the sonic shower and dressed in the uniform of the 22nd Mobile Fleet: Daedalus Omega, Early chewed on a forkful of the mushy grey food without truly noticing it. Instead her eye was fixed on the door, the aperture of her ocular implant sending a razor thin beam of blood red light on the door seal. She sighed heavily and gestured silently towards the replicator with a pale, delicate hand. A brief hum and soft whine from the computer above the little shelf heralded a plate covered in a thick, heavy breakfast. Early winced as the scent of sausage, spiced white gravy, scrambled avian eggs, fried potatoes and thick buttered toast filled the air.
“How can you eat such things…” she said aloud as the door slid open with a soft hiss.
Early watched Eight of Eight stride into her quarters with wry amusement. Where Early was lithe as a cat and appeared as delicate as a snowflake, Eight could make any Klingon female doubt herself. Built tall and tough, even her walk commanded attention. Eight slid into the seat across from Early with a wide smile. Eight’s pale skin only accentuated her delicate skull implants, gunmetal threads pulsing with a brilliant blue. She too possessed only one eye but hers was a mirrored black and gave her a curiously soulless gaze many did not like.
Eight took a forkful of sausage and potatoes drowned in the heavy spicy gravy and ate it with obvious relish. Early felt a twinge of jealousy as she stirred her own unappetizing mush about the plate.
“Not my fault that my digestive tract is back to normal. At least you can sleep in a bed, not having to regenerate.” Eight said, reaching for the large mug of coffee, made thick by cream and brown sugar.
Early resumed her place at the table, pushing her half finished breakfast to one side and taking up her mug of chai tea. She paused, inhaling the spicy, delicate aroma, feeling the heat of the mug seep into her hands. Both Eight and Early agreed that food and drink, and all which came with it, were the very best things about being Liberated. Humanoids took for granted the simple things that made food so enjoyable. The sight of a well prepared dish, the scent of it gave joy before the tasting began. Of all the things Early missed about her former life, before being Assimilated, food was nearly top of the list. At least she could now enjoy simple drinks. Nothing as heavy as coffee or complex as carbonated or alcoholic drinks but chai tea or even simple apple juice brought a bright snap to otherwise very boring meals.
“And sleeping is such a benefit?” she asked softly, the memory of her nightmares sending a shiver down her spine.
Eight paused in her hearty eating, shivering slightly as well. To an outside observer the move seemed in sympathy but both of them knew it was more.
“So have you chosen yet?” Eight asked, using her fork to point at the pile of PADDs on the nearby Starfleet issue couch.
Early shook her head, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip in consternation.
“All three have an excellent crew; all three need a science officer or a medical officer or both. All three have Captains that excel in the expectations of Starfleet. I just don’t know.” she said, sipping the last of her chai.
Eight used a corner of her thickly buttered toast to scoop up the last dredges bits of the spicy sausage, staring carefully at her plate as she used her engineering skill to overload her fork. She paused, glancing towards an upper corner of the spacious room.
Like most Starfleet officer quarters here aboard Deepspace 9, the area was cut into three rooms. A living and dining area, a bedroom which could hold either a large bed or two smaller ones and beyond that a small personal hygiene space. As a junior Ensign holding only a field commission, Early could have been sharing with another junior officer but instead she was alone. Aside from the Pendleton blanket, the entire room was furnished with Starfleet issue, even the plants which tried in vain to ease the Spartan décor. One wall was covered with a vast array of medical and scientific devices, all of which monitored Early, and now Eight, as they remained in the room. Both knew those devices, with the monitors they both wore, sent constant data to both Starfleet and the Daystrom Institute. Both knew this had to be done as they were once Borg, liberated but in the eyes of many, still Borg. And the Borg were to be feared or hated… or both.
And there were the other devices. Early and Eight pretended to ignore them hence the meaningless conversation.
But there was a deeper, more in depth and thoughtful stream of speech between the two of them. One that could not be monitored, examined in-depth and feared. Conversations that even the greatest of Betazoids, Lwaxana Troi, could not have heard. The android Data would not be a problem either, even though he had spent more time with the Queen as an Independent than any other before or since.
Eight finished piling her fork high, using the last bite of toast to load the remains of her breakfast into a mouthful any Engineering officer would be proud of and ate it. Wiping her still chewing mouth carefully, she tossed the napkin aside carelessly and swallowed.
“Stop thinking so much, trust your information and go with your instincts. I’m sure you’ll find a Captain more than willing to ‘accept’ us, and fight for you. Captain Qat’Anmek for example. Even before he had full disclosure, he was more than willing to stand up to-”
Early hissed a word, the end of which cut off sharply. The universal translator had a ‘hic-up’ over it, but Eight knew and translated it easily. She blushed around her delicate implants, corpse grey skin tinged pink, highlighting the gunmetal web bound to the right side of her heavy features.
“SHUT UP!” could not have been shouted louder or more sharply.
Early set aside her empty mug and stood, pale delicate hands moving her pristine uniform absently, tugging the tight jacket over the loose fitting combat trousers and glancing down at her knee high boots which shone like mirrors.
“See the Away Team from the P’Jem mission is ready with their statements. They’re too meet in the Council chamber there on Starbase 1 to continue the investigation regarding the Ambassador. Once you are finished report to Medical. I’ll contact you if anything comes up.” Early said, her usual soft voice filled with cold, razor sharp edges.
Eight stood, gathering the dishes and setting them in the replicator.
“And you?” Eight asked, equally sharply.
Early did not answer vocally. Instead she strode from her quarters into the passageway outside….
OOC: This is your opening for RP, whoever takes up the thread first. Be advised this is Early’s first day as part of Daedalus Omega. She has not chosen nor been recruited to any ship. She has just finished the P’Jem mission with flying colours. Not only did she get rid of ALL the Klingons on the planet but contributed to the destruction of Species 8472’s impostor and ship.
Early and Eight are currently aboard DS 9.