|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 12-18-14I. Kain tries to teach Joe to shoot straightDaily Logs 12-18-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Sentience or no: Zef asks Vekal for her opinion on his idea how to stop the Beta Program, if it's really developing sentience...
III. So he goes to discuss it to K'rinn afterwards
Joe: *is outside security, looking a bit on the out-of-place side, not sure if he should just leave or find someone to talk to*
Kain: *sees him on the security feed and stands with an exaggerated sigh, peeking out* Can I help you? *deadpan*
Joe: *ohai Kain* Er...well...considering one of my, ah, "encounters" with the holodeck programs I figured it might not be a bad idea to work on my phaser skills.
Kain: Well you can feel free to use the shooting range. Just grab a practice phaser off rack. *bored*
Joe: *nods* Er, right thanks. *turns to go* *erm* Uh...Kain, would you..... *gaaaah how to word this*
Kain: *raises eyebrow, turning back from where he was walking towards the console* Yes?
Joe: Er, well...handling a phaser isn't exact
Daily Logs 12-17-14I. Joseph releases Fallan from sickbayDaily Logs 12-17-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Nic convinces Jalen to go to sleep
Fallan: *He slept terribly last night. He's sitting up in the bio-bed looking like the second he sees a cat, he'll sock it in the kisser.*
Joseph: *comes over, medical tricorder in hand and a PADD stuck under his arm* Hey, Fallan. You look like crap. *yep, so blunt*
Fallan: Thank you. *He tries not to be so irritated and sits still for the doctor.* I assure you my appearance is due to lack of sleep and genetics, and nothing more serious than that. Will I be allowed to leave?
Joseph: If you check out fine, yeah. *scanning him with the medical tricorder* I'm just curious; what led to the lack of sleep?
Fallan: *He's about as healthy as a a grumpy Efrosian can get. Of course, he's tired, but that's it.* The emitters malfunctioned again.
Joseph: I heard about that. Didn't go so well, I imagine. *intending on reading the reports for /that/ one on lunch* In any case, you seem to be healthy,
Daily Logs 12-16-14I. Terrence and Zef gather data on their unexpected guestDaily Logs 12-16-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Another One Bites the Dust: Gyles, Jalen, and Fallan don't fare well in a Skyrim setting
III. Rala checks on the wounded warriors
IV. And Leslie finds out just how afraid of against cats Fallan really is
Terrence: *cuddling Zef on his couch, dressed in Christmas finery--a thick green, red, and gold striped sweater*
Zef: *cuddling Terry, wearing comfortable civvies* *still feeling crappy, so glad about every calm minute he can get, they'll be on Harcha soon, it's gonna be fine, all is well*
Terrence: *gee I hope we aren't interrupted*
Ra'anya: *activates an emitter, flickers briefly in a corner of the room-- and then she stands here, looking around* *is not human, but obviously humanoid: a slim well-shaped female who seems to belong to a grayish alien species; her pitch black hair is long and straight, she's wearing some sort of elegant technical looking wristbands and a long
Daily Logs 12-15-14I. Lev wants to accompany Mira on a Security call and they disagreeDaily Logs 12-15-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Vekal offers the Science Department's help
III. Fallan and Kelsey meet officially and explain each other's customs...sort of
Mira: *with the rising danger levels on the ship, all Security officers are on call even when they are off duty. In order to make sure Lev is safe and does not work himself to death, Mira has been hanging around Sickbay and making him go back to his quarters to sleep when necessary. Currently they are both asleep, though Mira is dressed and sleeping lightly to be on call, when her comm wakes her up with an emergency on Deck 47, calling any available Security officers to respond*
Mira: *up and pulling her boots on in just a few seconds, already dressed to go* *has her weapons on a table by the bed*
Lev: *is sleeping lightly as well, as he's on call in case of medical emergencies too, and wakes up when Mira gets called and moves to get ready* *turns towards h
TOT: Terrors of the NightHe couldn’t stand to attention like the others on his team; the heat was so oppressive, it dragged him down, tried to smother him in its warm embrace… Even in all the weeks, months, years… However long he’d been here…TOT: Terrors of the Night by jasongallagher
He could never remember how long he’d been here… The callouses on his hands were thick with what seemed like years of toil, his very joints seemed ready to rend themselves apart with the slightest strain…
“Once again, Team 7, your quota remains unfulfilled”. Tivir didn’t need eyes to see the cold sneer on the face of his groups particular Cardassian Overseer; his mouth little more than a nasty gash of white on his lean, young face, his dark hair cropped close to his sickeningly oiled skin. His uniform was always shiny, hand-polished by his many slaves, and in his hands, the dark, cool shape of a Cardassian disruptor pistol…
“You were tasked to mine 60 tonnes of Ladarium from the roc
CaveIt was dark, and so cold.Cave by trollinthecloset
The handcuff cut into her wrist as she pulled uselessly against it, but the bolt driven into the cave wall was unyielding. She had cried after the kidnappers left, but then decided that would do nothing but dehydrate her, and went back to yanking on the cuff, even though she knew it would do no good.
It didn't make any sense. Why did they want her? He said that the boss wanted to meet her, but then he had left her alone. She had been so scared when they grabbed her, prepared to fight until they had to kill her if it was necessary. But all they had done was to carry her somewhere; a cave looked like, dump her on the ground, and cuff her to the wall. She was ready to pull her knife then, and slash his throat if he attacked her.
But he had not, and now she was alone. Except for the fear. And the fear wouldn't leave. It ached in the pit of her stomach, gnawed at her mind, and shook her body as she tried to steady it. The fear whispered that she wouldn't get out, s
TreasonTerrence: Our luck is your luck. We're still a crew, whether or not you care.Treason by RiseofDarkFire
Vekal: *cold voice gets colder suddenly* We may not be a crew much longer. *looks around for Aro*
Terrence: *frowns and watches Vekal*
Glinn Aro: *looks at Vekal when she looks at him*
Vekal: *folds her arms* I can tell you everything you want to know about the Federation.
A short silence.
Terrence: *quiet* Vekal...
Molly: *looks shocked* What?
Captain Webb: I can't say I didn't see that coming.
Shir: *taken aback by what Vekal said, wanting to believe he heard wrong* Wha...?!
Robert: *looks up at Vekal, then sighs*
Glinn Aro: *smiles* Can you?
Vekal: Yes. *unfolds her arms* Take me to Gul Jecett.
The walk to the interrogation chamber wasn't long. Vekal and Aro spent it in silence. The only sounds came from his heavy boots on the floor and those of the guards that followed them; Vekal, barefoot, walked lightly. Less li