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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 28, 2016 9:26:01 GMT -5
When I'm not choppong off heads, choking bad guys to death, and secretly enjoying blasting Federation ships to scrap, I draw. In this case, I did art for a youtube channel feature a original character by my brother. His aim is to become a reviewer, his persona is a pony named Revenant. If you enjoy the show, please like and spread the link around. That will help getting more eyeballs on the show. LINK: youtu.be/aLKo68Yxm94
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 26, 2016 12:06:07 GMT -5
This was how Lonah dealt with post mission stress.
The space station was literally breaking apart around her. The ships firing outside where getting through the weaken forcefields and the nebula was doing what its nature design it to do; slowly ripping away the faltering integrity fields. The space station was already in chaos because the fool running it turn all their experiments loose. Apparently Lonah had pushed the woman past her breaking point and she went all in. That put the crew and the Omega operative in a life and death struggle with bio-weapons created from alien and Iconian technology. What they really created were monsters, but you could not argue that point with a mad woman.
Lonah knew there was one more creation that had yet to be released from stasis, the worse of all the experiments. She did not know how they manage to pull it off, but they created something worse. She intended to make sure it did not get free. They hallowed out a whole section of the station just to contain the creatures power. It was a race to see which would turn off the power first, the Iconian battle ships outside or the mad woman inside. Lonah really did not have a plan at this point what she was going to do to keep it locked up.
The panting woman drew to a halt on the bridge that lead to the container. Her armor was stained with blood, some of it hers, and scored with multiple phaser strikes. Her armaments were low on power or empty. She no longer had her mini-torpedo toy; she depleted them to get through the laboratory defenses. The high density disrupter rifle was almost out of power, that just left her bat'leth and it was already sparking as it set on her back, lock to her armor. She had very little in the way to stop this monster if it decided to get out.
A warning klaxon could be heard and the computer read out from her armor warned her that the shields were down. “Shit...” She heard the familiar sounds of Iconian troops beaming aboard; it was almost deafening. Through the noise a shiver of cold pierce through her heart and the warrior began to turn back towards the way she had come.
Just in time to see the Iconian appearing before her. It was a luminescent green and glowered immediately at her. Lonah felt its hatred and knew its desire to kill her. Just like the rest its kind, it would show no mercy. The only bright point in this, Kahless almost killed one. Almost, but Lonah was always lucky, she might pull it off before the station finally exploded.
If not, it was a good note to go out on. She drop the rifle and drew the bat'leth, the weapon unfolding itself with a wicked snick. Before she took her combat stance she made a 'come at me' pose. The Iconia regraded her coldly, but instead of blasting her into oblivion, it started to appoach, hands forming into dangerous claws that crackle with energy. Lonah smiled, an Iconian with a sense of honor. Too bad she might not get to tell anyone later.
“I hope you forgive me when I arrive in Sto-va-kor....” Probably not, but she made a good run of it in the end.
A piercing shriek erupted from behind, the containment container opening, no being forced open, but the monster inside. Lonah looked away from the abomination that climbed out, something that even made the Iconian recoil in horrer. Imagine that, even Section 31 found a way to scare an Iconian.
This was the best part of the battle on the station, but Lonah notice the time. She went over the time she was suppose to warm up. “Computer end program.” She watch the scene fade away leaving her inside the holodeck. She drop to her knees, laying her bat'leth down and inhaled deeply. Reliving the battle helped curb her more aggressive feelings, now it was time to find her center, get everything back in focus. Let the feelings of hatred for Mr. Black go before she went down there and ripped his entrails out.
It would not be the last time she found an opponent she could hate, but hate was an impractical focus. It made would make her sloppy and careless. How many sentience let that feeling guide their motives and it only destroy them in the end. Was that not what started the war with the Iconians two hundred thousand years ago?
Ten minutes later, she was feeling better. The anger was there, but it was more practical indignation towards the rogue agent. What happens to Mr. Black was in the Captains hands and the Klingon was pretty sure those were the best hands to crush the murderer. Lonah honored the Adagio by assisting in his capture, and that would be enough.
Lonah stood up and placed the bat'leth. She still had a little time left before her alottment was up. “Computer, run Delta team training simulation. Four man team with me as designated team leader. Task: clearing Federation embassy from Starfleet officers gone rogue. Randomize location, species, and armaments. Give me full team load out.”
Time best spent on certifying to join the Delta teams. She lifted the holo weapon as wore the standard Delta armor, she locked the bat'leth back in place and began getting her brief...
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 25, 2016 11:48:50 GMT -5
Hm, might see it this weekend then.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 24, 2016 11:56:00 GMT -5
Val smiles and calls after him, "Hey Alton. Lets do it again sometime, okay?" After he leaves she gets up and disposes of the dish before heading back to get things sorted. There was work to be done and people to help out. The next few days were going to be long and stressful.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 24, 2016 11:38:21 GMT -5
"Nah, I can get something from sick bay to counter act that, easy." Val finishes up her spaghetti, sighing happily. "This was really good, Alton, I appreciate you taking time out to feed me." She gives him an amused smirk.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 24, 2016 10:51:44 GMT -5
Lieutenant (jg) Lonah Demorrie – Security Officer
Stardate : 97561
:: CODE AUTH: Lonah-505-Omega-Foxtrot-1
:: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG
:: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Lonah is sitting at her desk, looking refreshed after the sonic shower. She is wearing a issues muscle shirt and patting her cheek with her dk'tagh.
"I haven't been filing personal logs since our diplomatic mission. Mostly because I wanted to see what happen after we began our mission to bring in the rogue agents from Operation Salvation. It would seem I have quite a bit to fill in now that I have been apart of these operations to clean up this stench that lingers in Starfleet." She shakes her head closing her eyes for a moment. "Its much worse than my encounter with Section 31, though I've ran into them only once, and they had the good sense to stay clear of me. No, this particular abuse of power and position has almost destroyed this ship and injured and killed good members of the crew. I'll admit, nothing would make me more happy right now than to go down to where they are keeping Mr. Black and commence to practicing the finer points of vivisection on him. I would love to see him evolve from that."
Lonah chuckles at that, she's in a bad mood and bad moods make her thoughts violent.
"About that time for another psych evaluation, I think. Seem what our poor counselor thinks about it." She sits back in her seat. "Our first engagement with the rogues occurred en-route to a mining colony. The USS Goblinshark was waiting for us and attacked. Somehow she had our codes for shields and was able to cause damage. Unfortunately, her surprise attack soon became her route as the Adaigo reduce her to floating scrape. Oh, they did try to compensate by boarding the ship and attacking the bridge and engineering. A good ploy, and it almost worked as they injured the Captain, Mr. Sevuk, Sinez, and others. Heh, their XO attempted to battle me, and I only armed with my dk'tagh; she failed and I killed her. The boarders were subdued and I was allowed to go over and take the other ship, what was left of it, for the honor of the Lady A.
"After securing the ship and prisoners, we were not safe as something else came aboard with them. It attempted its own attack, and quite frankly it might have worked. I never seen a being short of an Iconian be that powerful. Was this thing an example of Salvation's work? The Delta team and I manage to kill it before it could do more damage to the ship. I'm going to have to work on improving the power on my personal high density disrupter if we're going to be fighting more of these people in the future."
Lonah marks a note to get with engineering about getting that done.
"We made it to the mining colony, your typical colony full of people wanting to work and be left alone. Which is fine as it appear they had nothing to do with harboring the criminals we were looking for. *snorts* And they still almost paid an unnecessary price because these people of Salvation are insane. We found their base and began ordering them to surrender. The captain starting to shake their pretty little cage with charges before we got a response. A Defiant class, heavily modified appeared and attacked. Unlike the Goblinshark, they were equipped with weapons that could damage the ship. As always, the Defiant lived up to its reputation as tough little ship before we blasted it down to scrape. Delta went aboard to secure it and while they were doing that, engaged Mr. White. While they were dealing with him, Mr. Black decided to make an appearance and attempt to kill us all with a weapon of mass destruction.
"It would appear that Operation Salvation agents are sore losers." Lonah smirks. "Sinez, Sevuk, Zaren, and I were sent to stop the weapon. Of course, Mr. Black was there waiting for us and killed two of our own before we brought him down. Kahless, help me, I wanted to tear his throat out while he gurgled his mindless rhetoric at us. I was satisfied with seeing the look on his face when Zaren disabled his weapon and began whining about how unfair it was; again, I reiterate, sore losers."
Lonah sheathes her da'tagh and puts it on the desk before her, running her fingers over the sheath. "Now I have been properly bloodied in regards to Operation Salvation. I know this mission was important to bring these criminals in before they could cut a deal with whatever nefarious persons wanted to help them. I do not doubt that any helping these peTka are no better than Salvation itself. This rogue faction must be purged and prosecuted to the full extent of the law. No doubt, feathers have been ruffled and ego's have been bruised. Which is good, I will hope this drives them to do something rash and we can filter the rats out so they can join their comrades.
"I also hope they make the mistake of making this violent. I would very much like to be in the situation of strangling them and not having anyone around to stop me." She presses her lips together. Makes a note to go see the counselor for a check up. She ends the log at that point.
[Log Ends]
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 24, 2016 10:02:27 GMT -5
"No, can't say that I have. I mean, I've read about it." Val shrugged her shoulders, taking a few more bites. "I wouldn't mind trying it sometimes though. You know, learning new things can be fun."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 22, 2016 20:52:09 GMT -5
"Fishing sounds like its relaxing. I heard its challenging too depending on what you're going after. You know, the really large fish, of legend." Val giggled at her silliness.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 22, 2016 12:12:02 GMT -5
"IF you get a small," uses her hands to describe vague dimensions of a dinosaur size and shape, "it wouldn't be that loud." She picks up her fork with a long sigh, "that would be so cool too. Oh well, one day. So! Hobbies?
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 21, 2016 11:40:57 GMT -5
Val blinked, "Where was he going to get a dinosaur anyway? I mean, its not like we're growing them on the ship." Pause. "Ohmigosh, are we growing dinosaurs on the ship?" Its hard to tell if she surprised or excited by the prospect.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 20, 2016 10:51:34 GMT -5
"Great." Val says nodding her head. "I'd really hate to be talking to a guy that talks to inanimate objects." She takes a bite and chews. "Of course, I talk to a plush pony in the science department so I can't really judge." She laughs softly. "Endel was trying to get you a pet dinosaur?"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 20, 2016 7:42:51 GMT -5
"Huh?" Val had to stop eating when Alton said that. "A cut up shirt? I guess that's something. Uhm, what about your fellow Delta guys?"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 19, 2016 20:43:32 GMT -5
Val chews for a moment, formulating her response. "Elusive? Just something I thought I would put together on a whim. I had a friend who was big into old earth animations and showed me a few excerpts of a show with talking ponies. Naturally, I loved it and decided to make one of my own." Val giggles, sipping her Root Beet. "I think I've had better success this time around since I've been building her personality matrix from my neural cortex. Just a few changes here and there and I've created a fitting friend. At least, she's somepony, er, someone, I can talk too." Thanks for a moment, "not that I avoid contact with other people of course."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 19, 2016 9:09:23 GMT -5
"Oh I love Root Beer, thank you." She accepts her plate and sets it on the table. She begins mixing the sauce into the noddles carefully. "Must be nice to get out of the barracks, huh?"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Jul 18, 2016 9:54:56 GMT -5
"Oh, something fizzy, I don't care."
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