Daily Logs 3-10-14I. Ainsley and Naara are heckled by a Dorvan III farmer while they take soil samplesDaily Logs 3-10-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Retcon: Erik and Leslie go on a date
[Ainsely and Naara are beamed down to a colony that is in the middle of being reconstructed, to their left is a refugee camp that needs volunteers to help organize and hand out food and supplies, to their right is the ruined colony that could use volunteers for cleanup and repair, and in front of them is a barren wasteland of what used to be farmland and vegetation, now all blackened and burned.]
Ainsley: *takes out her tricorder and takes some readings on the burned area. She knows that wildfires are actually a natural part of the cycle in grasslands and forest, but she's not sure about the effects of weapons-fire*
[The tricorder will bounce back a reading that the burned areas are fully destroyed, no roots or seeds are left to spring up in the next season.]
Naara: *Checks phaser is secure, then looks around, getting a good v
Daily Logs 3-9-14I. Marcella and Zef go over some of the things that have been bothering himDaily Logs 3-9-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Some officers reminisce after the memorial service for the late Chris Hayes
III. Oliver cons Leslie into giving him some shots
IV. Lev and Mira have dinner after the memorial service
Marcella: *chimes and then knocks at the door to Zef’s quarters*
Zef: *lying on the couch, glances on a PADD for the time and orders the computer to unlock the door (must be Marcella, session time)* Come in. *sits up, is wearing civvies; seems a bit more down than last time, looks tired and all in all still sick, also a bit more than at their last session*
Marcella: *comes in* Huh. Dark. *wears the skirt version of her counseling uniform* You okay, Zef? You look, erm… well. You have big, dark circles around your eyes. *illustrates it in her face*
Zef: Well... I didn't sleep much last night. Is it too dark? And also... erm, want anything? *points weakly towards the replicator (w
Daily Logs 3-8-14I. Darhad and Zef bid farewellDaily Logs 3-8-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Everyone bids farewell to Shir at his going-away party
III. Jackson has a powerful need for brain bleach once Kyle is through with him
IV. Molly tells Terrence he should leave her, but he refuses
V. Vekal asks Webb to go to Gella Nor
VI. Adrian and Gary hang out
Darhad: *on her last shift in the Legacy’s Engineering, checking a running process on a console*
Zef: *stiiill looking sick, but his head feels less cloudy* ... *when he's in Engineering to bring some PADDs or other small stuff back, he spots Darhad and walks over instantly, since it's kinda time to say goodbye* Hey! Good to see you.
Darhad: *looks up from her console* Oh, Ensign Sanders. *small smile* How are you? *becaue you’ve been questioned now, haven’t you?* *looks him over*
Zef: *slight smile* Well, I'm still sick. But I think I'm a bit better. *better than when you visited me in Sickbay and we talked about the JT iss
Daily Logs 3-7-14I. Naara and Lana detoxDaily Logs 3-7-14 by LegacyLogs
II. Rorin talks with Jackson about the disturbing events of Chris' death
Naara: *Just gotten off duty, slumps into a lounge chair with some form of hot drink, slightly weary and slightly preoccupied still*
Lana: *trots into the lounge, spies Naara, and heads over to talk* Hey Princess. How ya doin'?
Naara: *Ugh... Again with the names* The usual. You?
Lana: *makes a face* Restless.
Naara: Why's that?
Lana: *shrugs* Talk to ya after I get food. *trots over to the replicator to get coffee and a salad*
Naara: *Allows her to go, sips whatever the heck her drink is as she rests her eyes for a moment*
Lana: *heads over when she's gotten her order, pulling over a chair from one of the tables by hooking her foot around one of its legs and dragging it thusly* So?
Naara: *Opens eyes* So... What?
Lana: What were we talkin' about?
Naara: I was asking you why you were restless.
Lana: Oh. Yeah. Happens sometimes. *perches on the chair* Probably gonna g
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