*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Sinclaire and Damien exit an area of having continued their search to find Terry.
Damien: this is strange. I should be able to find him easily. It's as if something is blocking us
Sinclaire: is there a way around it
Damien: not unless I can pinpoint what exactly it is. And right now I have no idea. It could be some sort of bio tech to some dark arts. I just don't know. Till we do it is going to take some time to find him.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Sinclaire and Damien exit an area of having continued their search to find Terry.
Damien: this is strange. I should be able to find him easily. It's as if something is blocking us
Sinclaire: is there a way around it
Damien: not unless I can pinpoint what exactly it is. And right now I have no idea. It could be some sort of bio tech to some dark arts. I just don't know. Till we do it is going to take some time to find him.
*OOC: Oooo. Oh myyy..*
*They hear a groan as the Enterprise takes to the docks to assume repairs. Inside the building they find the door ajar.. *
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
Sinclaire: indeed. Proceed with caution. There is no telling who is here or what.
*They proceed through the rooms finding jars of material, and foul smells.. Until they find Terry strung up onto a rack, obviously operated on...and Sinclaire can tell that they did something to him as his eyes open to reveal that he is back to what he was during the war, but stronger as the pain in Sinclaire's head increases.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
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Tara A: Do I know you?
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Peggy: what exactly are you trying to find.
Coulson: I'm not exactly sure to be honest.
Peggy: well that's just grand now isn't.
Jari: how so?
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Damien: this is strange. I should be able to find him easily. It's as if something is blocking us
Sinclaire: is there a way around it
Damien: not unless I can pinpoint what exactly it is. And right now I have no idea. It could be some sort of bio tech to some dark arts. I just don't know. Till we do it is going to take some time to find him.
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
*OOC: Oooo. Oh myyy..*
*They hear a groan as the Enterprise takes to the docks to assume repairs. Inside the building they find the door ajar.. *
Damien: well that looks interesting. Shall we
Sinclaire nods as they head through the door.
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
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Jari: what do you mean?
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
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Tara A: Oh boy....
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Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
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OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
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*They find a lab/ torture room, very pristine, and the groaning continues.*
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
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Tara A: Are you insane?
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Sinclaire: indeed. Proceed with caution. There is no telling who is here or what.
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*They proceed through the rooms finding jars of material, and foul smells.. Until they find Terry strung up onto a rack, obviously operated on...and Sinclaire can tell that they did something to him as his eyes open to reveal that he is back to what he was during the war, but stronger as the pain in Sinclaire's head increases.*
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
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*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
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Sinclaire: wait! Something is not right
Jari: I don't know...
Karen: Your choice.
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Damien: isn't he who we are trying to get.
Sinclaire: no something is wrong. Very wrong.
Sinclaire walks up to him and trys to reach out to him mentally.