Parathax: the Dova are not to be directly involved in their life's any more. You still attempt to so you where cast out. While Alduin may be evil we both agree to not directly interfere. It is to dangerous. You seem to forget that.
Taizen: Then what good are you? None when you don't interfere. So I will see you around..
*Casval enters the shuttle bay watching the people hurriedly prepping it for launch. He watches until a crewman passes by giving him an opening and boarding the shuttle. In his head he knows that the Enterprise still doesn't have the comm system fully restored, so he will need a way to contact his Aunt.. *
*He spots Mila with Quinton and dives into a storage compartment, Colas ends her call and heads to the shuttle. *
Sasha: Any changes commander?
Colas: The Enterprise is going to make a run-by of the shuttle's ion trail to see if it can catch the scent. We're to proceed as planned.
Sasha: Yes Mam. Ensigns get into the shuttle.
*The team members board the shuttle as Mila is whisked on board as well. Casval can't help but curse to himself. She is going to kill him for being here. *
Quinton: Shuttle is nearly ready to launch. Waiting for command codes now.
*Alvin on the bridge inputs the command codes *
Quinton: *Watching the shuttle bay clear out and the containment against the vacuum go up. * Shuttle Siberia taking off.
*The shuttle advances out of the bay without much of a hitch.*
*OOC: Okay I think its time to progress Tara A further along. *
*The runabout made landfall successfully as the battle continued, however patrols drove the Kazon away they still had to worry about getting tracked. With Wilson outside, grumbling about boredom, Tara A drifts to sleep. The ball next to her now pulses.. She sees the games that are about to commence.. With an individual sitting in the crowd which causes a pulsation to go through her.. It doesn't look up.. She did not get a good look at it. But she can't help but to feel the mourning coming off of him.*
*Mila has a look around, noticing something odd before finding Casval.*
Mila: What exactly do you think you're doing here?
*Bajor. Tara A gasps at the face.*
Tara A: Oh my God...
*Casval doesn't usually show surprise, but the look of their brother comes on his face. One of "Oh **** " *
Casval: Uh... look it has more to do with James... But I need to get a hold of our aunt, waiting several days until a drydock is ridiculous. I want to help him. I will. Besides this mission did have me here, and probably did not change.
Rekas: I thought they did?
*The Reman is behind them leaning on the doorway. *
*The being is seemingly silently crying to himself, but she can't seem to reach him. Before being sent elsewhere.. a familiar place, her alternate reality vulcan friend not far off concerned. *
Avern'an: It seems you have more problems than a few.. The Hunt is about but looking for you is not their goal for some reason.
*The whisps about him shift.. revealing something that she can't help but to worry about.. *
Events are advancing quickly... You must leave this place, and go to the games being held in the Federation.. you will learn more. But I sense more people with the Elder Blood present here.. if they are discovered then they could be in danger as well.
Mila: Well... I suppose you're here now, so...
Colas: Alright everyone. Mission recap: Republic Ensign Lea Carvan is linked to the weapons shipments to Free Delta. Our mission is to find evidence and discreetly apprehend her.
She's with the Republic Navy Close Combat team, so our best option to get her is with someone on the Starfleet team.
Mila, Sala, that's your job. One of you needs to get close to her and apprehend her.
Casval, since you're here, you can help me with cracking her personal database for any evidence on there. We'll also need someone to get a hold of her PADD.
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I understand.
Casval: A simple hacking job? Alright. Republic protocols should not be that difficult.
*Sala looks down as she enters the shuttle. She is holding something back, and Mila doesn't know exactly what all is going on.*
*On the whispy fields..*
Avern'an: Your brother is not among us.. I fear that fate is not nearly as kind as we want it to be.
*This comment hits her and she now worries more. Things are different from what she knows now. However, that also means things could be scrambled. *
You have seen one of these new beings haven't you.. *She knows instinctively what version of James Jr she saw.*
Mila: What's up?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I think so...
Sala: I don't like leaving your mom on her own, or your brother. He did plenty for me in that sickbay.
*Bajor*
Avern'an: Be wary, you never know what other drifters want in particular.. Who was it?
Mila: I know the feeling...
*Bajor.*
Tara A: My nephew...
Sala: *her brow furrows a bit* I dunno..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: *Now standing as the whisps proceeding as he thinks* A version of your nephew... with time and dimensions distorted by you it makes these visits bizarre. Have you seen your brother? He has not been present...
Mila: What is it?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: No. I haven't seen him in months.
Sala: *As the shuttle takes off.. * Can't help but to worry, much less feel a bit guilty..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: When you can check on him. You might want to leave this planet and the shoal zone, and proceed to these games being held. Who knows you might run into people that can help you to a degree. As for finding the being you seek, he will know your grief..
Farewell. For now.
*He taps her head and she wakes. The ball is no longer pulsating.. Wilson is still outside*
*She heads to the runabout.*
Tara A: We need to get going.
*Casval sits down.. his mind a touch in disarray. But he did wonder what was going on.*
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh? Where are we going now? Tell me somewhere that isn't creepy.
*Mila sits next to him while Colas fills Sala in on her part of the mission.*
Mila: You okay?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: Terra Nova.
Casval: James' still in the coma, his cybernetics are in place.. I am just wondering what happened to Dad, who helped put the bombs there, and why we are heading to Terra Nova exactly.. Something about the last several days has me wondering what is going on.
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh yay! *His mask eyes giving a childlike excitement*
Mila: You and me both, little brother...
I swear, if I get my hands on Cassi...
*Bajor. They board the runabout and take off.*
Casval: You need to keep a calm head, your temper is your own worst enemy.
*Bajor*
*The Runabout leaves the planet and makes the path out of the Shoal Zone*
Wilson: How are we going to attend the games or much less find this person?
Mila: After what she's done, can you blame me?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: One thing at a time...
Firstly, I'm a telepath. Secondly, my mother is the Prime Minister of one of the attendant nations. I have methods.
Casval: Doesn't mean you go down to her level.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Good point, your very well connected.
Mila: Really? Her level? Are you freaking kidding me? She bombed our ship, betrayed all of us, and you think I'm capable of stooping to her level?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: Exactly. And if necessary, I can just port us inside.
Casval: I know you can get vindictive and close to fiery rage. Don't. That rage will blind you to other options, and pour acid into the spirit you do have.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Okay Queeny go for it.
*Mila sighs.*
Mila: I hate feeling useless...
*Runabout. The runabout goes to warp.*
Tara A: We'll be there in a few hours.
*Both shuttle and runabout reach the world of Terra Nova, a world not wholly devastated by the war and stripped for resources. But ruins did remain. The games themselves were going to open that very night, with dignitaries from every government present. The regional powers included which made for a packed out planet and stations of onlookers and fans. *
*Casval looks on..*
Casval: Your not useless Mila.. felling guilt perhaps but not wholly aware of yourself. Its okay to feel that way. You don't think I do from time to time.
*On the Runabout going the other way.. In the flock of shuttles and smaller craft Tara A did not figure the security would be handled by SHIELD and PMC's under the supervision of their Investigative Agency.*
Wilson: Great PMC's... this is going to be just fabulous.
Tara A: Relax, just don't do anything stupid.
Although in your case, that should mean staying here.
Wilson: Could likely go in your case too.. bossy boots
*The Runabout is on approach to one of the orbital stations.*
Sara: How long will we be here for?
Tara A: I can take you back to Dawn if you want.
Wilson: Social courses not exactly taught there I take it? So sad..
Tara A: You do realise all her friends are on Dawn, yes? Not to mention her classes
Wilson: Yes.. I do. I think... *He rubs his head as she knows he has other voices in there.* But don't you think a social exercise with people she doesn't know? Especially, in such great events like this? Little lily there shouldn't be afraid of others.
Sara: Afraid? Give me a break! I haven't seen any of my friends for over a week now. Besides, Zoe's still out there. I'd rather be looking for her than watching some stupid sports!
Wilson: Oh look an angry teenage girl.. one mean thing and one hurtful thing which is it going to be?
*Tara A gives Wilson a look as Sara storms into her cabin.*
Ooc: not for the most part. She is simply overconfident and relys on her name as security. Knowing that anyone who hurt her would have to deal with her farther would put them through hell and back again. Malick may not care about much but her he does. Which also allows her security that isnt seen.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Casval enters the shuttle bay watching the people hurriedly prepping it for launch. He watches until a crewman passes by giving him an opening and boarding the shuttle. In his head he knows that the Enterprise still doesn't have the comm system fully restored, so he will need a way to contact his Aunt.. *
*He spots Mila with Quinton and dives into a storage compartment, Colas ends her call and heads to the shuttle. *
Sasha: Any changes commander?
Colas: The Enterprise is going to make a run-by of the shuttle's ion trail to see if it can catch the scent. We're to proceed as planned.
Sasha: Yes Mam. Ensigns get into the shuttle.
*The team members board the shuttle as Mila is whisked on board as well. Casval can't help but curse to himself. She is going to kill him for being here. *
Quinton: Shuttle is nearly ready to launch. Waiting for command codes now.
*Alvin on the bridge inputs the command codes *
Quinton: *Watching the shuttle bay clear out and the containment against the vacuum go up. * Shuttle Siberia taking off.
*The shuttle advances out of the bay without much of a hitch.*
*OOC: Okay I think its time to progress Tara A further along. *
*The runabout made landfall successfully as the battle continued, however patrols drove the Kazon away they still had to worry about getting tracked. With Wilson outside, grumbling about boredom, Tara A drifts to sleep. The ball next to her now pulses.. She sees the games that are about to commence.. With an individual sitting in the crowd which causes a pulsation to go through her.. It doesn't look up.. She did not get a good look at it. But she can't help but to feel the mourning coming off of him.*
*Mila has a look around, noticing something odd before finding Casval.*
Mila: What exactly do you think you're doing here?
*Bajor. Tara A gasps at the face.*
Tara A: Oh my God...
*Casval doesn't usually show surprise, but the look of their brother comes on his face. One of "Oh **** " *
Casval: Uh... look it has more to do with James... But I need to get a hold of our aunt, waiting several days until a drydock is ridiculous. I want to help him. I will. Besides this mission did have me here, and probably did not change.
Rekas: I thought they did?
*The Reman is behind them leaning on the doorway. *
*The being is seemingly silently crying to himself, but she can't seem to reach him. Before being sent elsewhere.. a familiar place, her alternate reality vulcan friend not far off concerned. *
Avern'an: It seems you have more problems than a few.. The Hunt is about but looking for you is not their goal for some reason.
*The whisps about him shift.. revealing something that she can't help but to worry about.. *
Events are advancing quickly... You must leave this place, and go to the games being held in the Federation.. you will learn more. But I sense more people with the Elder Blood present here.. if they are discovered then they could be in danger as well.
Mila: Well... I suppose you're here now, so...
Colas: Alright everyone. Mission recap: Republic Ensign Lea Carvan is linked to the weapons shipments to Free Delta. Our mission is to find evidence and discreetly apprehend her.
She's with the Republic Navy Close Combat team, so our best option to get her is with someone on the Starfleet team.
Mila, Sala, that's your job. One of you needs to get close to her and apprehend her.
Casval, since you're here, you can help me with cracking her personal database for any evidence on there. We'll also need someone to get a hold of her PADD.
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I understand.
Casval: A simple hacking job? Alright. Republic protocols should not be that difficult.
*Sala looks down as she enters the shuttle. She is holding something back, and Mila doesn't know exactly what all is going on.*
*On the whispy fields..*
Avern'an: Your brother is not among us.. I fear that fate is not nearly as kind as we want it to be.
*This comment hits her and she now worries more. Things are different from what she knows now. However, that also means things could be scrambled. *
You have seen one of these new beings haven't you.. *She knows instinctively what version of James Jr she saw.*
Mila: What's up?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I think so...
Sala: I don't like leaving your mom on her own, or your brother. He did plenty for me in that sickbay.
*Bajor*
Avern'an: Be wary, you never know what other drifters want in particular.. Who was it?
Mila: I know the feeling...
*Bajor.*
Tara A: My nephew...
Sala: *her brow furrows a bit* I dunno..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: *Now standing as the whisps proceeding as he thinks* A version of your nephew... with time and dimensions distorted by you it makes these visits bizarre. Have you seen your brother? He has not been present...
Mila: What is it?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: No. I haven't seen him in months.
Sala: *As the shuttle takes off.. * Can't help but to worry, much less feel a bit guilty..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: When you can check on him. You might want to leave this planet and the shoal zone, and proceed to these games being held. Who knows you might run into people that can help you to a degree. As for finding the being you seek, he will know your grief..
Farewell. For now.
*He taps her head and she wakes. The ball is no longer pulsating.. Wilson is still outside*
*She heads to the runabout.*
Tara A: We need to get going.
*Casval sits down.. his mind a touch in disarray. But he did wonder what was going on.*
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh? Where are we going now? Tell me somewhere that isn't creepy.
*Mila sits next to him while Colas fills Sala in on her part of the mission.*
Mila: You okay?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: Terra Nova.
Casval: James' still in the coma, his cybernetics are in place.. I am just wondering what happened to Dad, who helped put the bombs there, and why we are heading to Terra Nova exactly.. Something about the last several days has me wondering what is going on.
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh yay! *His mask eyes giving a childlike excitement*
Mila: You and me both, little brother...
I swear, if I get my hands on Cassi...
*Bajor. They board the runabout and take off.*
Casval: You need to keep a calm head, your temper is your own worst enemy.
*Bajor*
*The Runabout leaves the planet and makes the path out of the Shoal Zone*
Wilson: How are we going to attend the games or much less find this person?
Mila: After what she's done, can you blame me?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: One thing at a time...
Firstly, I'm a telepath. Secondly, my mother is the Prime Minister of one of the attendant nations. I have methods.
Casval: Doesn't mean you go down to her level.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Good point, your very well connected.
Mila: Really? Her level? Are you freaking kidding me? She bombed our ship, betrayed all of us, and you think I'm capable of stooping to her level?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: Exactly. And if necessary, I can just port us inside.
Casval: I know you can get vindictive and close to fiery rage. Don't. That rage will blind you to other options, and pour acid into the spirit you do have.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Okay Queeny go for it.
*Mila sighs.*
Mila: I hate feeling useless...
*Runabout. The runabout goes to warp.*
Tara A: We'll be there in a few hours.
*Both shuttle and runabout reach the world of Terra Nova, a world not wholly devastated by the war and stripped for resources. But ruins did remain. The games themselves were going to open that very night, with dignitaries from every government present. The regional powers included which made for a packed out planet and stations of onlookers and fans. *
*Casval looks on..*
Casval: Your not useless Mila.. felling guilt perhaps but not wholly aware of yourself. Its okay to feel that way. You don't think I do from time to time.
*On the Runabout going the other way.. In the flock of shuttles and smaller craft Tara A did not figure the security would be handled by SHIELD and PMC's under the supervision of their Investigative Agency.*
Wilson: Great PMC's... this is going to be just fabulous.
Tara A: Relax, just don't do anything stupid.
Although in your case, that should mean staying here.
Wilson: Could likely go in your case too.. bossy boots
*The Runabout is on approach to one of the orbital stations.*
Sara: How long will we be here for?
Tara A: I can take you back to Dawn if you want.
Wilson: Social courses not exactly taught there I take it? So sad..
Tara A: You do realise all her friends are on Dawn, yes? Not to mention her classes
Wilson: Yes.. I do. I think... *He rubs his head as she knows he has other voices in there.* But don't you think a social exercise with people she doesn't know? Especially, in such great events like this? Little lily there shouldn't be afraid of others.
Sara: Afraid? Give me a break! I haven't seen any of my friends for over a week now. Besides, Zoe's still out there. I'd rather be looking for her than watching some stupid sports!
Wilson: Oh look an angry teenage girl.. one mean thing and one hurtful thing which is it going to be?
*Tara A gives Wilson a look as Sara storms into her cabin.*
Wilson: My guess if someone is going to hide here it is the perfect spot. If they are especially mopey they will be somewhere that reminds them of something. Which could be anything. My guess a bar that was borderline Quark's...
Ooc: not for the most part. She is simply overconfident and relys on her name as security. Knowing that anyone who hurt her would have to deal with her farther would put them through hell and back again. Malick may not care about much but her he does. Which also allows her security that isnt seen.
*Casval enters the shuttle bay watching the people hurriedly prepping it for launch. He watches until a crewman passes by giving him an opening and boarding the shuttle. In his head he knows that the Enterprise still doesn't have the comm system fully restored, so he will need a way to contact his Aunt.. *
*He spots Mila with Quinton and dives into a storage compartment, Colas ends her call and heads to the shuttle. *
Sasha: Any changes commander?
Colas: The Enterprise is going to make a run-by of the shuttle's ion trail to see if it can catch the scent. We're to proceed as planned.
Sasha: Yes Mam. Ensigns get into the shuttle.
*The team members board the shuttle as Mila is whisked on board as well. Casval can't help but curse to himself. She is going to kill him for being here. *
Quinton: Shuttle is nearly ready to launch. Waiting for command codes now.
*Alvin on the bridge inputs the command codes *
Quinton: *Watching the shuttle bay clear out and the containment against the vacuum go up. * Shuttle Siberia taking off.
*The shuttle advances out of the bay without much of a hitch.*
*OOC: Okay I think its time to progress Tara A further along. *
*The runabout made landfall successfully as the battle continued, however patrols drove the Kazon away they still had to worry about getting tracked. With Wilson outside, grumbling about boredom, Tara A drifts to sleep. The ball next to her now pulses.. She sees the games that are about to commence.. With an individual sitting in the crowd which causes a pulsation to go through her.. It doesn't look up.. She did not get a good look at it. But she can't help but to feel the mourning coming off of him.*
*Mila has a look around, noticing something odd before finding Casval.*
Mila: What exactly do you think you're doing here?
*Bajor. Tara A gasps at the face.*
Tara A: Oh my God...
*Casval doesn't usually show surprise, but the look of their brother comes on his face. One of "Oh **** " *
Casval: Uh... look it has more to do with James... But I need to get a hold of our aunt, waiting several days until a drydock is ridiculous. I want to help him. I will. Besides this mission did have me here, and probably did not change.
Rekas: I thought they did?
*The Reman is behind them leaning on the doorway. *
*The being is seemingly silently crying to himself, but she can't seem to reach him. Before being sent elsewhere.. a familiar place, her alternate reality vulcan friend not far off concerned. *
Avern'an: It seems you have more problems than a few.. The Hunt is about but looking for you is not their goal for some reason.
*The whisps about him shift.. revealing something that she can't help but to worry about.. *
Events are advancing quickly... You must leave this place, and go to the games being held in the Federation.. you will learn more. But I sense more people with the Elder Blood present here.. if they are discovered then they could be in danger as well.
Mila: Well... I suppose you're here now, so...
Colas: Alright everyone. Mission recap: Republic Ensign Lea Carvan is linked to the weapons shipments to Free Delta. Our mission is to find evidence and discreetly apprehend her.
She's with the Republic Navy Close Combat team, so our best option to get her is with someone on the Starfleet team.
Mila, Sala, that's your job. One of you needs to get close to her and apprehend her.
Casval, since you're here, you can help me with cracking her personal database for any evidence on there. We'll also need someone to get a hold of her PADD.
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I understand.
Casval: A simple hacking job? Alright. Republic protocols should not be that difficult.
*Sala looks down as she enters the shuttle. She is holding something back, and Mila doesn't know exactly what all is going on.*
*On the whispy fields..*
Avern'an: Your brother is not among us.. I fear that fate is not nearly as kind as we want it to be.
*This comment hits her and she now worries more. Things are different from what she knows now. However, that also means things could be scrambled. *
You have seen one of these new beings haven't you.. *She knows instinctively what version of James Jr she saw.*
Mila: What's up?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: I think so...
Sala: I don't like leaving your mom on her own, or your brother. He did plenty for me in that sickbay.
*Bajor*
Avern'an: Be wary, you never know what other drifters want in particular.. Who was it?
Mila: I know the feeling...
*Bajor.*
Tara A: My nephew...
Sala: *her brow furrows a bit* I dunno..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: *Now standing as the whisps proceeding as he thinks* A version of your nephew... with time and dimensions distorted by you it makes these visits bizarre. Have you seen your brother? He has not been present...
Mila: What is it?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: No. I haven't seen him in months.
Sala: *As the shuttle takes off.. * Can't help but to worry, much less feel a bit guilty..
*Bajor*
Avern'an: When you can check on him. You might want to leave this planet and the shoal zone, and proceed to these games being held. Who knows you might run into people that can help you to a degree. As for finding the being you seek, he will know your grief..
Farewell. For now.
*He taps her head and she wakes. The ball is no longer pulsating.. Wilson is still outside*
*She heads to the runabout.*
Tara A: We need to get going.
*Casval sits down.. his mind a touch in disarray. But he did wonder what was going on.*
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh? Where are we going now? Tell me somewhere that isn't creepy.
*Mila sits next to him while Colas fills Sala in on her part of the mission.*
Mila: You okay?
*Bajor.*
Tara A: Terra Nova.
Casval: James' still in the coma, his cybernetics are in place.. I am just wondering what happened to Dad, who helped put the bombs there, and why we are heading to Terra Nova exactly.. Something about the last several days has me wondering what is going on.
*Bajor*
Wilson: Oh yay! *His mask eyes giving a childlike excitement*
Mila: You and me both, little brother...
I swear, if I get my hands on Cassi...
*Bajor. They board the runabout and take off.*
Casval: You need to keep a calm head, your temper is your own worst enemy.
*Bajor*
*The Runabout leaves the planet and makes the path out of the Shoal Zone*
Wilson: How are we going to attend the games or much less find this person?
Mila: After what she's done, can you blame me?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: One thing at a time...
Firstly, I'm a telepath. Secondly, my mother is the Prime Minister of one of the attendant nations. I have methods.
Casval: Doesn't mean you go down to her level.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Good point, your very well connected.
Mila: Really? Her level? Are you freaking kidding me? She bombed our ship, betrayed all of us, and you think I'm capable of stooping to her level?
*Runabout.*
Tara A: Exactly. And if necessary, I can just port us inside.
Casval: I know you can get vindictive and close to fiery rage. Don't. That rage will blind you to other options, and pour acid into the spirit you do have.
*Runabout*
Wilson: Okay Queeny go for it.
*Mila sighs.*
Mila: I hate feeling useless...
*Runabout. The runabout goes to warp.*
Tara A: We'll be there in a few hours.
*Both shuttle and runabout reach the world of Terra Nova, a world not wholly devastated by the war and stripped for resources. But ruins did remain. The games themselves were going to open that very night, with dignitaries from every government present. The regional powers included which made for a packed out planet and stations of onlookers and fans. *
*Casval looks on..*
Casval: Your not useless Mila.. felling guilt perhaps but not wholly aware of yourself. Its okay to feel that way. You don't think I do from time to time.
*On the Runabout going the other way.. In the flock of shuttles and smaller craft Tara A did not figure the security would be handled by SHIELD and PMC's under the supervision of their Investigative Agency.*
Wilson: Great PMC's... this is going to be just fabulous.
Tara A: Relax, just don't do anything stupid.
Although in your case, that should mean staying here.
Wilson: Could likely go in your case too.. bossy boots
*The Runabout is on approach to one of the orbital stations.*
Sara: How long will we be here for?
Tara A: I can take you back to Dawn if you want.
Wilson: Social courses not exactly taught there I take it? So sad..
Tara A: You do realise all her friends are on Dawn, yes? Not to mention her classes
Wilson: Yes.. I do. I think... *He rubs his head as she knows he has other voices in there.* But don't you think a social exercise with people she doesn't know? Especially, in such great events like this? Little lily there shouldn't be afraid of others.
Sara: Afraid? Give me a break! I haven't seen any of my friends for over a week now. Besides, Zoe's still out there. I'd rather be looking for her than watching some stupid sports!
Wilson: Oh look an angry teenage girl.. one mean thing and one hurtful thing which is it going to be?
*Tara A gives Wilson a look as Sara storms into her cabin.*
Wilson: My guess if someone is going to hide here it is the perfect spot. If they are especially mopey they will be somewhere that reminds them of something. Which could be anything. My guess a bar that was borderline Quark's...
Tara A: Excuse me, back up a second. When did you learn why we were here? I don't even know why we're here yet and I'm the one who chose to come here!
Karen: Sure. *They go get changed and head to the Mess Hall.
Tura Prime, Alliance Citadel ship. After 2 days of fighting, Recon Company has finally been rotated off in favour of Delta Company as they Batallion continues to make progress in capturing the wreck.
As they wait for their transport ship, Kara walks over to Triss and sits next to her.*
Comments
Taizen: Then what good are you? None when you don't interfere. So I will see you around..
Coulson: you know this is one event I have never been to.
Morris: really? I'm suprised.
Coulson: well never had time and was never assigned to anything like this in the past.
They stop at a vendor and he gets them both drinks
Morris: my home used to host events for the local system. That was it it was always fun.
Coulson: would be nice if we could enjoy this not have to look for this assassin.
Morris: that wouldn't be our job now would it.
*Karen locks up, trying to take her down.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
*Tara A gives Wilson a look as Sara storms into her cabin.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Karen: Wish I could say the same about you...
*Karen is holding her own, barely.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
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*Karen capitalises and pins her down, before getting her in a chokehold.*
Karen: Give up?
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*Karen let's go and helps Susan up.*
Karen: Not bad...
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List: sorry but in my job things and events like this are always more stressful.
Hannah: relax nothing is going to happen.
OOC: Does Hannah have a death wish?!
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Wilson: My guess if someone is going to hide here it is the perfect spot. If they are especially mopey they will be somewhere that reminds them of something. Which could be anything. My guess a bar that was borderline Quark's...
*OOC: *evil laugh* Nah.. too easy a target. *
Sasha: The safehouse is not too far from the Warrens..
Rekas: Warrens?
Casval: A seedier side of town that took in refugees... and still does.
Sala: It seems to have taken in quite the influx these days, some of the transports are from Pegasus..
Colas: Others are from the Delta Quadrant - people fleeing the civil war.
Right, Mila, Sala, with me. Starfleet's arranged rooms for you at the competitors' village.
Mila: Understood.
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Susan: you're doing better.
Tara A: Excuse me, back up a second. When did you learn why we were here? I don't even know why we're here yet and I'm the one who chose to come here!
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Karen: Thanks... *Smiles.*
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C.Rommel: here is the package you wanted.
Malick: good. Now I have another mission for you.
C.Rommel: what? You know they are looking for me here now.
Malick: this is more important. My daughter is here to see the games. You will shadow her till the games are over.
C.Rommel: fine.
Karen: Sure. *They go get changed and head to the Mess Hall.
Tura Prime, Alliance Citadel ship. After 2 days of fighting, Recon Company has finally been rotated off in favour of Delta Company as they Batallion continues to make progress in capturing the wreck.
As they wait for their transport ship, Kara walks over to Triss and sits next to her.*
Kara: How're you doing?
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Susan: When do we get back to dawn?
Kara: Couldn't agree more.
*Tora Ziyal.*
Karen: I think we're dropping off the prisoners first, so probably 4-5 days...
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Susan: That seems so long.
Kara: I don't know.
*Tora Ziyal.*
Karen: Tell me about it.
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Susan: How has your twilight training been going?
Kara: Things here will probably degenerate into guerilla fighting...
*Tora Ziyal.*
Karen: Alright. I actually managed to form a blade last time.
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