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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Jul 18, 2022 19:34:47 GMT -5
This is a thread concerning any "home" RP players may want to show concerning on the other side of the Artessia gate. Our Heroes are ofcourse cut off news from the "home" side, but it may be intresting to see how life out there goes. The first scene shows the Earth clan of the Sharpe family as a they embark on one of their adventures.
An elderly man is shown tinkering on an old Earth motorcycle and then the scene fixes inside the home, the kitchen specific, as a raven hair coloured, lighty curled woman searching every nook and cranny while a 2 year old looks at her.
[Woman] "Come on Zoë, I need my padd to see if you athair has sent anything. You want to know if your athair is still okay, right?"
At that moment a fierce, blonde looking woman enters the kitchen.
[Woman 2] "Beth, you know you can't guilt trip Zoë in to telling you where she hid your stuff."
[Beth] "Nora don't encourage her. Zoë has hid the padd to see what her athair is up to from us."
[Nora] "Goodluck Beth, but I doubt you'll find the padd."
Nora goes to help in the search of the padd and young Zoë shows her tongue in a playful and mischievous display of affection, as an eldery looking man covered in oil smear and general durt comes into the kitchen holding a padd.
[Old man] "Now which one of you young mban lodged this between the throttle and the mainframe."
Everybody looks at the young Zoë which kept her playful and mischievous look at the adults. All the adults swarm the kiddo and gave her tiny kisses as the message icons kept on beeping on on the torn and worn padd before it finally heads off the the eternal blackness.
The scene shades to darkness after the thrid bleep and shows others. ((Image log for the cast involved. link))
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Post by Lieutenant jg Dacia on Jul 23, 2022 13:03:25 GMT -5
Stardate: 99216.08 Felkner Institute Research Facility, Ganymede Site of Project Nephilim
"Doctor Loomis, what is Section 31?"
A young woman sat in front of a metal table inside a sterile white room, playing cards carefully laid out in front of her in a pattern suggesting a game of solitaire. Across from her, an elderly man with Asian features dressed in a lab coat pursed his lips and gave answer.
"Angel, did you pull that from my mind? We spoke about respecting people's privacy, didn't we?"
"I can feel them. Hovering. Unseen. Tetryon compositor bends the light, bends the power signature back on itself. Covering them like a security blanket, keeping them safe keeping them secret. But not from me. I don't need my eyes to see them."
"Feel who?"
"They're here to see me. See what they paid for in promises they don't intend to keep, and red tape cut to ribbons and left strewn on the floor. To count the cost. But they already did the sums, and the price is too high. They didn't get enough bang for their buck."
"Angel, you're rambling. Speak clearly and concisely."
"Transporters are a problem," she said with a matter-of-fact nod.
"There's nothing wrong with the transporters," he said.
"I didn't say the transporters HAD a problem I said they ARE a problem. Doctor Loomis, you're not listening to me. If you listened, you'd hear and understand. They want us to open up the shuttle bay doors."
A man's voice came over the comm system, "Doctor Loomis, sorry to interrupt you, sir but we're receiving a communication requesting that we open the shuttle bay doors. The point of origin is close, but we can't get a fix on it. Sensors aren't detecting any ships."
"Thank you, David. I uh... do as they ask. Open the shuttle bay doors. I'll be right up. Angel, I'll be back to see you a little later." Loomis said.
Angel's voice became small and plaintive. "Doctor Loomis, I don't want to hurt people," she said.
"Angel, listen to me very carefully. You haven't hurt anyone. Now we'll talk about this a little later. Be right back."
"Goodbye, Doctor Loomis."
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jul 26, 2022 23:32:19 GMT -5
“The campaign continues, only now have I yet received word of victory as I embark to join honored father and beloved brother near the galactic northern campaign. Your brother has received deserved promotion for actions taken in battles fought. Please dear son give love to cherished sister and to Severus. With mercury’s swift departure I hope these messages do indeed find you. Your Mother Julia Antonia.”
The video message stopped and Cadet Junior Claudius Antonius Julius Aquila paused a moment before looking out of the small porthole of the USS Halley’s junior officer’s quarters at the Avernus Gate and the large fleet of vessels around it. The military build up around the gate had begun in earnest some time ago. As soon as the reports had come through about a scale up in war and a request for more milky way presence.
“Damn man… I still can’t believe that's your mother she is… muy caliente . Also I really need to learn latin. That was something else but I only catch every other word.” Claudius looked at one of his four roommates Cadet 3rd class Hector Gomez, he was also in engineering with Claudius and had no filter on his mouth. If he had spoken as such near Telemachus. The thought saw Claudius’s lip curl in a small smile before he addressed the smitten cadet. “That is because it was mostly in rhinelander. So tell me Hector, do you always lust after the wives of captains.” Claudius replaced his uniform jacket.
Hector hopped out of his bunk standing a full 2 heads shorter than the large Roman. He tapped his chin. “ Nah mano, sometimes I lust after the captain. I mean shit you’ve seen our CO right. Commander Zalen… ooh damn she got spots that go all the way down esse. And that ass. Man if I could I’d be like…” Having his back to the door poor Hector did not see they in fact had someone watching their antics. Claudius tried to hide his smile as the small south american man made a spanking motion with his hand while dancing.
A stern but soft voice called from the door. “Well good to know I have the admiration of my crew cadet.” Claudius’s stoic visage broke into laughter as the color drained from Hector's face as he spun about.
“I am sorry ma’am I um… I uh…” He stammered as the Trill woman came in the door closing in and looking down on the short cadet.
She spoke again, “You what? Spit it out cadet or do you have some pressing duty you need to get to perhaps, cleaning the bioreclamation in the hydroponics fertilizer storage with a toothbrush?”
Hector nodded his head in agreement, “Yes Ma’am thank you Ma’am I’ll get right on that ma’am.” The cadet rushed out of the room. “Cadet Aquila, how long do you think it will take him to realize he isn’t wearing pants?”
Claudius smirked, “Likely not until Lt Tolus asks him why he is out of uniform by insulting his choice of underwear ma’am.” He saw a smile creep across his captain's face.
With a small laugh she agreed, “Probably.Anyway I wanted to personally give you the feedback on your idea. Care to join me for an early dinner, my previous captain always thought important things should be discussed over meals. So did half my previous hosts.”
Claudius dipped his head in respect, “ Of course Captain.” Maybe that meant she didn’t like the idea and wanted to tell him it was dumb softly. Suddenly he had a sense of dread.
“Good walk with me to the captain’s mess and tell me something Cadet?” She turned to leave the room but looked back over her shoulder. “Do you agree with his ass-essment?”
Claudius froze a moment, unsure what to say. His silence was met by a louder laugh before he replied with “Ma’am?”
“A joke Cadet. Come on, we have a lot to talk about.” She walked out of his quarters and into the corridor.
“Of course Ma’am.” Claudius follows her as they walk through the halls of the Halley. The Rhode Island class vessel was small but the interior layout actually had the quarters having the same spacing as an intrepid, just far fewer decks and a more focused mission towards the sciences. The Halley however also had a Mark III slipcore which was basically the original attempt to make the slipstream drive smaller for smaller vessels. Even though slip travel was heavily restricted due to benemite stores the chance to look in depth at a slipstream capable ship was what drew Claudius to the billet. That and Commander Zalen having been the science officer on the Caelian when Telemachus had done his cadet cruise.
The two entered the turbolift and headed to the mess hall, walking through as the beta shift of the 67 person crew was eating. They headed to the small room off of the main area and sat down. “Jambalaya?” Commander Zalen walked over to the replicator.
Claudius was familiar with the dish as Sisko’s restaurant served it back at the academy. “I do like it, though I have only had it at Siskos in San Francisco.”
“Riens Jambalaya Normal spice, and A pitcher of sweetened iced tea. 2 Large servings” The replicator created the meal and she moved them to serve the table. Claudius watched, still uncertain of the decorum. “You know Claudius, doors closed, and we are talking about an engineering solution so, You can call me Zalen. You don’t have to sit there with a centurion's discipline. One I know that is not how you normally are your Father and brother maybe but not you, and two if this is going to be a one way conversation i could have just read your report and replied.”
“Sorry Captain…” She interjected him with a finger wave, “ Zalen. You are right, so you found merit in the idea, the paper was an interesting one. It did seem to work once but the distance was much shorter and it was rather dangerous. I do believe the subspatial folding idea could be improved and done more safely given advances in both slipstream technology and our familiarity with the underlying science. Implementing should be a matter of modifying two slipdrives to create the tunnel targeted at the LMC. In an attempt to create a micro singularity targeted there using the exotic entanglement of the received message burst from the gateway.”
The trill woman toyed with her food for a moment, “ The problem is it requires attempting to use the gateway as an antenna of sorts. Which could damage the gateway and cut us off completely. However this has been a line of thought already starting to be explored by the task force. And the Halley has been selected to join the Pegasus and Captain Kingman in an attempt at recreating the original fold experiment. So you are going to work with Commander Jimara and the Pegasis’s engineering team as well as Lieutenant Morrison on this starting next week once we’ve reached the designated test system.” She flashed him a smile. “Now eat your food before it gets cold.”
Claudius smiled and was speechless. A project like this was not something he would have expected, it was the kind of project you might work on once or twice in a career. Eventually he tasted the Jambalaya… finding it to be one of the most delicious meals he had ever eaten.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Alexander Sharpe on Aug 30, 2022 23:22:00 GMT -5
The old man is working on the old Earth motorcycle again, seemingly he has made progress, however he is battling the eternal upkeep of the engine.
[Old Man] "Monkey wrench."
The man got handed a flathead screwdriver.
[Old Man] "I said monkey wrench young lady."
The old man is looking at young Zoë, who is too busy rearranging the toolbox. The man sighs and grabbed the monkeywrench before it was placed elsewhere.
[Old Man] "Now Zoë you see this tool I have? We call this a monkey wrench, can you say monkey wrench?'
[Zoë] "Monk wench" Zoë replied proudly
The old man chuckled softly "No Zoë, not a monk wench, monkey wrench. I swear you are like you athair when he was your age. Now repeat after me. Monkey wrench. Monkey. Wrench."
Zoë made monkey faces at the old man. The old man replied by imitating a monkey, mid imitations Bethany entered the garage.
[Beth] "I turned up at the zoo again? I knew I should have gotten a map when I moved in here."
The old man then imitated a gorilla and tried to comedically grab Bethany as Zoë was acting all innocent like.
[Beth] "Seanathair, I know Zoë is the bad apple here. You can stop pretending now.
At that moment Apollo the beagle made his way inside and sat infront of Zoë with a dumb smile on his face
[Beth] "i was about to walk Apollo here and he just had to come in here, any reason why?"
Seanathair stood up.
[Seanathair] "He wanted to see the gift his bestfriend is getting when he finally comes back?"
Bethany merely looks seanathair up and down while Zoë and apollo headed somewhere else for further misschief.
[Seanathair] "Beth...where are Zoë and the dog?
Bethany rapidly looked around her "You check the sandbox, I will check the garden hose."
The two of them go looking for the dynamic duo as Zoë and Apollo were in the kitchen trying to get snacks.
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