Sersh: I should hope so. So Merra I'm a bit curious what got you interested in my derpy brother.
Susan: I'd like that. *she nods gently*
*Torin suddenly looks very nervous.*
Merra: We're both studying Engineering and Operations. I'm more on the technician side than anything else, but Torin's been helping me with the drive systems. Crew's so limited on the Fauchard that most of the engineering staff has to generalise.
And he's cute. *Smirk.*
Torin: "Cute"?
*Daya takes Susan around the colony. The Narans have a naturally reddish skin-tone, with most of the population having red or blonde hair of various shades from an oxide red all the way through to platinum blonde. Fashions are varied but fall broadly into two categories: conservative clothing with robes and longer coats and dresses, ranging from plain to ornate; and minimalist with vests and crop-tops alongside skirts, shorts, and short-cut trousers. The distinction appears to be between colonists from the urban areas and those from the countryside, though the minimalist aesthetic is also prevalent among the clearly poorer urban class.
Public health is clearly a social strong point, however. Even the poorer 'peasantry' and wealthier 'blue-blooded' are in relatively good physical shape.*
Serah: Oh? Well I don't know if I would go that far to call him cut. *she giggles* Its nice to see you both getting along so well.
***
Susan: This place is kind of strange. *she looks around* but its cool to see a new planet I haven't been to before.
Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
Halsey gets up as she takes her mug walking around to clear her thoughts.
Halsey: computer begin personal log.
She waits to hear the beep as she starts talking.
Halsey: well where do I start. I haven’t done one of these for awhile but I know it will clear my head and help me focus to lay everything out. We have started the newest batch of spartan recruits. Ages range from 12-15 as the younger teens prove most adaptable to augmentation and training. I have refined the process now to make it much safer for the subjects and reduces the risk of complications to about 5%. Most know what they are in for a few still don’t fully comprehend what is going on. I’ll have to have Holland or myself speak with them soon. I tried to distance myself from them but I just found I couldn’t. They are going to be my children. My legacy to the UNSC. That my slip space work and my work on forerunners and ancients of this galaxy.
She takes a drink as she takes a seat in the window still.
Halsey: I thought I could go through this without getting attached. I did it before. I’m not sure if it’s age or something else but I can’t be distant this time. The new slip space engine will be ready to test soon. That will increase our ships range and speed as well as slightly increase accuracy.
She sees the recruits heading outside again.
Halsey: end and save entry.
She takes her jacket and refills her mug as she heads outside.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Sersh: I should hope so. So Merra I'm a bit curious what got you interested in my derpy brother.
Susan: I'd like that. *she nods gently*
*Torin suddenly looks very nervous.*
Merra: We're both studying Engineering and Operations. I'm more on the technician side than anything else, but Torin's been helping me with the drive systems. Crew's so limited on the Fauchard that most of the engineering staff has to generalise.
And he's cute. *Smirk.*
Torin: "Cute"?
*Daya takes Susan around the colony. The Narans have a naturally reddish skin-tone, with most of the population having red or blonde hair of various shades from an oxide red all the way through to platinum blonde. Fashions are varied but fall broadly into two categories: conservative clothing with robes and longer coats and dresses, ranging from plain to ornate; and minimalist with vests and crop-tops alongside skirts, shorts, and short-cut trousers. The distinction appears to be between colonists from the urban areas and those from the countryside, though the minimalist aesthetic is also prevalent among the clearly poorer urban class.
Public health is clearly a social strong point, however. Even the poorer 'peasantry' and wealthier 'blue-blooded' are in relatively good physical shape.*
Serah: Oh? Well I don't know if I would go that far to call him cut. *she giggles* Its nice to see you both getting along so well.
***
Susan: This place is kind of strange. *she looks around* but its cool to see a new planet I haven't been to before.
Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
Susan: What's going on over there? *She tries to get a closer look*
***
Serah: So... Torin has Mom been telling you much about what's been going on while you've been away?
Sersh: I should hope so. So Merra I'm a bit curious what got you interested in my derpy brother.
Susan: I'd like that. *she nods gently*
*Torin suddenly looks very nervous.*
Merra: We're both studying Engineering and Operations. I'm more on the technician side than anything else, but Torin's been helping me with the drive systems. Crew's so limited on the Fauchard that most of the engineering staff has to generalise.
And he's cute. *Smirk.*
Torin: "Cute"?
*Daya takes Susan around the colony. The Narans have a naturally reddish skin-tone, with most of the population having red or blonde hair of various shades from an oxide red all the way through to platinum blonde. Fashions are varied but fall broadly into two categories: conservative clothing with robes and longer coats and dresses, ranging from plain to ornate; and minimalist with vests and crop-tops alongside skirts, shorts, and short-cut trousers. The distinction appears to be between colonists from the urban areas and those from the countryside, though the minimalist aesthetic is also prevalent among the clearly poorer urban class.
Public health is clearly a social strong point, however. Even the poorer 'peasantry' and wealthier 'blue-blooded' are in relatively good physical shape.*
Serah: Oh? Well I don't know if I would go that far to call him cut. *she giggles* Its nice to see you both getting along so well.
***
Susan: This place is kind of strange. *she looks around* but its cool to see a new planet I haven't been to before.
Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
Susan: What's going on over there? *She tries to get a closer look*
***
Serah: So... Torin has Mom been telling you much about what's been going on while you've been away?
Torin: A little bit. Not too much.
*Susan and Daya. The source of the crowd is a pair of Narans wrestling in the centre of the junction. The behaviour of the crowd and the two fighters implies this is normal.*
Ooc: sorry all I’ve been super sick all week so not been on much. May be a few more days as if tomorrow sees no improvement may have to go to the hospital.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Sersh: I should hope so. So Merra I'm a bit curious what got you interested in my derpy brother.
Susan: I'd like that. *she nods gently*
*Torin suddenly looks very nervous.*
Merra: We're both studying Engineering and Operations. I'm more on the technician side than anything else, but Torin's been helping me with the drive systems. Crew's so limited on the Fauchard that most of the engineering staff has to generalise.
And he's cute. *Smirk.*
Torin: "Cute"?
*Daya takes Susan around the colony. The Narans have a naturally reddish skin-tone, with most of the population having red or blonde hair of various shades from an oxide red all the way through to platinum blonde. Fashions are varied but fall broadly into two categories: conservative clothing with robes and longer coats and dresses, ranging from plain to ornate; and minimalist with vests and crop-tops alongside skirts, shorts, and short-cut trousers. The distinction appears to be between colonists from the urban areas and those from the countryside, though the minimalist aesthetic is also prevalent among the clearly poorer urban class.
Public health is clearly a social strong point, however. Even the poorer 'peasantry' and wealthier 'blue-blooded' are in relatively good physical shape.*
Serah: Oh? Well I don't know if I would go that far to call him cut. *she giggles* Its nice to see you both getting along so well.
***
Susan: This place is kind of strange. *she looks around* but its cool to see a new planet I haven't been to before.
Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
Susan: What's going on over there? *She tries to get a closer look*
***
Serah: So... Torin has Mom been telling you much about what's been going on while you've been away?
Torin: A little bit. Not too much.
*Susan and Daya. The source of the crowd is a pair of Narans wrestling in the centre of the junction. The behaviour of the crowd and the two fighters implies this is normal.*
OoC: I hope you get better soon Logan.
Susan: They like to fight too eh? *she wonders why they would wrestle so publicly, if its a real fight or just for fun*
***
Serah: Well... things haven't been too well. *she sighs sadly* Some pretty bad stuff has happened.
Sersh: I should hope so. So Merra I'm a bit curious what got you interested in my derpy brother.
Susan: I'd like that. *she nods gently*
*Torin suddenly looks very nervous.*
Merra: We're both studying Engineering and Operations. I'm more on the technician side than anything else, but Torin's been helping me with the drive systems. Crew's so limited on the Fauchard that most of the engineering staff has to generalise.
And he's cute. *Smirk.*
Torin: "Cute"?
*Daya takes Susan around the colony. The Narans have a naturally reddish skin-tone, with most of the population having red or blonde hair of various shades from an oxide red all the way through to platinum blonde. Fashions are varied but fall broadly into two categories: conservative clothing with robes and longer coats and dresses, ranging from plain to ornate; and minimalist with vests and crop-tops alongside skirts, shorts, and short-cut trousers. The distinction appears to be between colonists from the urban areas and those from the countryside, though the minimalist aesthetic is also prevalent among the clearly poorer urban class.
Public health is clearly a social strong point, however. Even the poorer 'peasantry' and wealthier 'blue-blooded' are in relatively good physical shape.*
Serah: Oh? Well I don't know if I would go that far to call him cut. *she giggles* Its nice to see you both getting along so well.
***
Susan: This place is kind of strange. *she looks around* but its cool to see a new planet I haven't been to before.
Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
Susan: What's going on over there? *She tries to get a closer look*
***
Serah: So... Torin has Mom been telling you much about what's been going on while you've been away?
Torin: A little bit. Not too much.
*Susan and Daya. The source of the crowd is a pair of Narans wrestling in the centre of the junction. The behaviour of the crowd and the two fighters implies this is normal.*
OoC: I hope you get better soon Logan.
Susan: They like to fight too eh? *she wonders why they would wrestle so publicly, if its a real fight or just for fun*
***
Serah: Well... things haven't been too well. *she sighs sadly* Some pretty bad stuff has happened.
Torin: I got the feeling she was keeping something from me... *He now seems worried.
Susan and Daya. The fight seems to just be competitive. There are a few races in the Republic with a Liberal attitude towards public personal combat, though none with such a laid back methodology or seemingly so little regulation, and whether Susan would know of them is 50/50.*
Ooc: I’m still alive lol anyway might as well post since I don’t feel up to doing much else.
Halsey walks out into the training ground in the crisp cool weather. She walks over to where a group of officers are training the spartan recruits.
Halsey: well how are they doing?
Komish: not bad all things considered ma’am. The brightest and most talented group of kids I’ve ever seen.
Halsey: I choose the best for this commander. I’m glad to see they meet your approval.
Komish: yes ma’am. They are talented I’ll say that. By the time they are done they will be the best of the best.
Halsey nods as she takes another drink from her mug. She stays a few moments before heading back to the main building. Once back inside she heads to one of the larger labs to take a look at the upgrades for slip space drive and how they are coming along. She also makes a note to contact anders and see if she has made any progress on the artifacts.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Derek is in a small room waiting for an update on Bridger. He gets up when he hears an alarm go off and sees a team of medical personnel rush into his room.
Derek: what’s going on.
Doctor: we don’t know he was stable and now his vitals or what we consider vitals for his species are erratic and all over. It’s like some form of shock.
The team is quickly working trying to stabilize him.
Doctor: I need a level 5 medical scan done stat. Get me a gravity field generator in here as well let’s try to help him not have to focus on holding any type of shape.
Derek is watching as they rush past him back and forth one of the doctors gently nudging him outside the room.
Doctor: captain it would be best if you wait out here. The moment something changes I’ll have one of the nurses let you know.
Derek nods as he steps outside.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
Halsey: so these are the temporal coordinates you found?
Anders: yes. But we still can’t figure out when or where they are suppose to be for.
Halsey: interesting. I’ll take and run them through my data here. Maybe we will come up with something. Keep me posted. And good work.
As she closes the channel she leans back taking another long drink from her mug. She looks out the window into the dark night. It had been a very long and tiring day. She gets up turning off her work station and turning on a news terminal to watch some news and relax.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Ooc: yeah kinda taking it slow I find I either post like 4 times in a row and try to avoid that by waiting for another post before I post again. Oh well will be posting later anyway
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Osman is working in the holo deck running a vigorous training program trying to work out some of her frustration.
Rotek: you know it isn’t your fault for what happened?
Osman: isn’t it. I let him go I encouraged him to do the mission.
Rotek: we all know the risk when we signed up to work in this field. My dear you have one major problem for your position.
Osman: what?
Rotek: you care to much and don’t want to let others make or take any risks. And my dear by the time you leave this position it will always be a very messy business.
Osman stops and let’s out a sigh. As she takes a seat.
Osman: maybe it should bother me.
Rotek: if you say so.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
OoC: I'm sorry for disappearing... I've been having some trouble with personal things.
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
OoC: I'm sorry for disappearing... I've been having some trouble with personal things.
Susan: I think the short haired one is gonna win.
OOC: No problem man. I know that feeling.
*The short-haired girl takes her opponent back down to the ground and pins her in a grapevine, her opponent straining as she tries to break out before relaxing with a grunt.*
Long-haired Girl *tired, frustrated*: Okay, okay... I give.
*The short-haired girl gets off and stands back, stretching a little. She looks a bit proud as she takes a water bottle and drinks.*
Short-haired girl: Okay, anyone else wanna comment on my parentage?
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
OoC: I'm sorry for disappearing... I've been having some trouble with personal things.
Susan: I think the short haired one is gonna win.
OOC: No problem man. I know that feeling.
*The short-haired girl takes her opponent back down to the ground and pins her in a grapevine, her opponent straining as she tries to break out before relaxing with a grunt.*
Long-haired Girl *tired, frustrated*: Okay, okay... I give.
*The short-haired girl gets off and stands back, stretching a little. She looks a bit proud as she takes a water bottle and drinks.*
Short-haired girl: Okay, anyone else wanna comment on my parentage?
Serah: I'd rather not go into too many details yet. Its... a bit personal.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
OoC: I'm sorry for disappearing... I've been having some trouble with personal things.
Susan: I think the short haired one is gonna win.
OOC: No problem man. I know that feeling.
*The short-haired girl takes her opponent back down to the ground and pins her in a grapevine, her opponent straining as she tries to break out before relaxing with a grunt.*
Long-haired Girl *tired, frustrated*: Okay, okay... I give.
*The short-haired girl gets off and stands back, stretching a little. She looks a bit proud as she takes a water bottle and drinks.*
Short-haired girl: Okay, anyone else wanna comment on my parentage?
Susan: Did someone insult her mother?
Daya: That's my guess.
*No one seems overly keen to take up her offer, and she grabs her rucksack from the edge of the impromptu ring. She then notices Susan and Daya and walks over curiously.*
Girl: Ain't seen you two 'round here before, and I'd definitely remember an Orion and Human together. You off the starship?
OoC: Sorry I thought she was talking about the freighter.
OOC: Doesn't matter man. We can change it if you want. It's a vocab difference more than anything I guess: I'd traditionally take the TOS/TNG view that a Starfleet vessel was a 'Starship' while a civilian vessel was just a 'ship' (in much the same way as a Warship is different from a ship). You could easily spin that as Susan and the Naran having different ideas about what a 'starship' was in the same fashion, and Daya trying to clear up the confusion.
Susan: Ohhh I thought she meant our ship since we just got here. And hey! *she grunts at what the Naran says*
Girl: Oh come on! It's a freighter! You spend your time going back and forth carrying grains and ore! Boring! I bet you guys think a fight involves targy looks and harsh language. Do you even get exercise?
*Daya glares at her, grinding her teeth.*
Daya: You wanna find out, b****?
*The girl smirks a little, apparently amused at having successfully gotten a rise out of Daya, though it's not clear that was the aim. She drops her rucksack and faces up to Daya.*
Girl: Only if you actually know how to fight, cholik.
Daya: Since the translate didn't read that, I'm gonna guess that was a slur.
*The girl just smirks back. Daya looks to Susan.*
You wanna kick this b****'s a**, or shall I?
*A crowd is starting to form around them as it becomes clear there's gonna be another fight.*
Halsey walks into the lab holding a warm mug as she watches the techs working on the new slip space drive.
Halsey: remember once it hits a reading of 5% out of tolerance shut it down.
Tech: yes ma’am.
The group takes position in the lab as the drive starts up. It runs for a short time as it powers up. It starts smoothly at first but shortly starts to overload.
Halsey: shut it down.
The tech goes to shut it down.
Tech: ma’am it’s not responding.
Halsey: damn it. Clear the lab now!
Once they are clear she types a code into the panel as a special shield surrounds the lab as the drive soon after overloads.
Halsey: well that didn’t go quite as planned.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Susan: You take the first round, I'll go second. *she is still upset by what the Naran said but she's trying to keep her cool and not pet her emotions get the better of her. Afraid she might do something stupid*
Susan: You take the first round, I'll go second. *she is still upset by what the Naran said but she's trying to keep her cool and not pet her emotions get the better of her. Afraid she might do something stupid*
*Daya smirks, before taking her jacket off and quickly stretching her arms.*
Daya: Okay, how does this work?
*The Girl smirks and gets in a stance.*
Girl: We grapple until one of us submits. Nothing complicated. Someone will stop us if it goes too far.
*Daya nods and also gets in a stance, bouncing on her heels a little as she watches her opponent intently.*
Daya: Let's dance, b****.
*After a moment the two lock up hard, the Girl immediately going for a takedown while Daya twists out of the way and locks on a side headlock. The girl bucks out of it and slips behind Daya, locking a sleeper hold and wrapping her right leg around Daya's, bending her knee, which crimps around Daya's and forces her to drop too, executing a smooth takedown to their knees. Daya struggles in the sleeper hold while the Girl keeps their knees locked down.*
Girl *taunting*: I thought you said you knew how to fight, mudhair?
Daya *struggling*: "Mudhair"? Seriously?!
*Daya manages to loosen the sleeper and lean forward, before slamming them back onto the ground, getting free and rolling to her feet, breathing a little fast but not quite panting yet. She's already starting to sweat though, due to the heat. The Girl is back on her feet just as fast, and is also breathing a little quicker, but hasn't broken a sweat yet thanks to being adapted to the environment.
The two clash again, this time Daya keeping her feet clear of her opponent's, the two pushing against each other, quickly ending up with their shoulders locked together, grunting as they battle to take the other down.*
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Daya: Yeah. Shame it's so hot and dry...
*They see a crowd surrounding one of the street Junctions.
Merra, Torin, and Serah. Merra smiles back at her.*
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Halsey: computer begin personal log.
She waits to hear the beep as she starts talking.
Halsey: well where do I start. I haven’t done one of these for awhile but I know it will clear my head and help me focus to lay everything out. We have started the newest batch of spartan recruits. Ages range from 12-15 as the younger teens prove most adaptable to augmentation and training. I have refined the process now to make it much safer for the subjects and reduces the risk of complications to about 5%. Most know what they are in for a few still don’t fully comprehend what is going on. I’ll have to have Holland or myself speak with them soon. I tried to distance myself from them but I just found I couldn’t. They are going to be my children. My legacy to the UNSC. That my slip space work and my work on forerunners and ancients of this galaxy.
She takes a drink as she takes a seat in the window still.
Halsey: I thought I could go through this without getting attached. I did it before. I’m not sure if it’s age or something else but I can’t be distant this time. The new slip space engine will be ready to test soon. That will increase our ships range and speed as well as slightly increase accuracy.
She sees the recruits heading outside again.
Halsey: end and save entry.
She takes her jacket and refills her mug as she heads outside.
Susan: What's going on over there? *She tries to get a closer look*
***
Serah: So... Torin has Mom been telling you much about what's been going on while you've been away?
Torin: A little bit. Not too much.
*Susan and Daya. The source of the crowd is a pair of Narans wrestling in the centre of the junction. The behaviour of the crowd and the two fighters implies this is normal.*
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OoC: I hope you get better soon Logan.
Susan: They like to fight too eh? *she wonders why they would wrestle so publicly, if its a real fight or just for fun*
***
Serah: Well... things haven't been too well. *she sighs sadly* Some pretty bad stuff has happened.
Torin: I got the feeling she was keeping something from me... *He now seems worried.
Susan and Daya. The fight seems to just be competitive. There are a few races in the Republic with a Liberal attitude towards public personal combat, though none with such a laid back methodology or seemingly so little regulation, and whether Susan would know of them is 50/50.*
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Halsey walks out into the training ground in the crisp cool weather. She walks over to where a group of officers are training the spartan recruits.
Halsey: well how are they doing?
Komish: not bad all things considered ma’am. The brightest and most talented group of kids I’ve ever seen.
Halsey: I choose the best for this commander. I’m glad to see they meet your approval.
Komish: yes ma’am. They are talented I’ll say that. By the time they are done they will be the best of the best.
Halsey nods as she takes another drink from her mug. She stays a few moments before heading back to the main building. Once back inside she heads to one of the larger labs to take a look at the upgrades for slip space drive and how they are coming along. She also makes a note to contact anders and see if she has made any progress on the artifacts.
***
Susan: Which one do you think is going to win? *she's not too familiar with all the species who do physical combat outside of the ones with very close ties to the republic or federation though she has heard of a handful through watching matches*
Derek: what’s going on.
Doctor: we don’t know he was stable and now his vitals or what we consider vitals for his species are erratic and all over. It’s like some form of shock.
The team is quickly working trying to stabilize him.
Doctor: I need a level 5 medical scan done stat. Get me a gravity field generator in here as well let’s try to help him not have to focus on holding any type of shape.
Derek is watching as they rush past him back and forth one of the doctors gently nudging him outside the room.
Doctor: captain it would be best if you wait out here. The moment something changes I’ll have one of the nurses let you know.
Derek nods as he steps outside.
Torin: Okay.
*Daya and Susan.*
Daya: The redhead?
*They're both redheads, though one has shorter hair than the other. The short-haired Naran manages to escape a sleeper hold and locks up hand-to-hand with her opponent on their knees, both struggling hard.*
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Halsey: so these are the temporal coordinates you found?
Anders: yes. But we still can’t figure out when or where they are suppose to be for.
Halsey: interesting. I’ll take and run them through my data here. Maybe we will come up with something. Keep me posted. And good work.
As she closes the channel she leans back taking another long drink from her mug. She looks out the window into the dark night. It had been a very long and tiring day. She gets up turning off her work station and turning on a news terminal to watch some news and relax.
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Rotek: you know it isn’t your fault for what happened?
Osman: isn’t it. I let him go I encouraged him to do the mission.
Rotek: we all know the risk when we signed up to work in this field. My dear you have one major problem for your position.
Osman: what?
Rotek: you care to much and don’t want to let others make or take any risks. And my dear by the time you leave this position it will always be a very messy business.
Osman stops and let’s out a sigh. As she takes a seat.
Osman: maybe it should bother me.
Rotek: if you say so.
OoC: I'm sorry for disappearing... I've been having some trouble with personal things.
Susan: I think the short haired one is gonna win.
OOC: No problem man. I know that feeling.
*The short-haired girl takes her opponent back down to the ground and pins her in a grapevine, her opponent straining as she tries to break out before relaxing with a grunt.*
Long-haired Girl *tired, frustrated*: Okay, okay... I give.
*The short-haired girl gets off and stands back, stretching a little. She looks a bit proud as she takes a water bottle and drinks.*
Short-haired girl: Okay, anyone else wanna comment on my parentage?
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Susan: Did someone insult her mother?
Daya: That's my guess.
*No one seems overly keen to take up her offer, and she grabs her rucksack from the edge of the impromptu ring. She then notices Susan and Daya and walks over curiously.*
Girl: Ain't seen you two 'round here before, and I'd definitely remember an Orion and Human together. You off the starship?
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*Daya looks oddly perplexed at Susan before turning to the girl.*
Daya: Er, just to be clear, we're not from the Fauchard. We're from the Ziyal.
Girl: The freighter?
*Daya smiles and nods proudly.*
Aw, and I thought you guys were gonna be interesting.
Daya *indignant*: What's that supposed to mean?
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OOC: Doesn't matter man. We can change it if you want. It's a vocab difference more than anything I guess: I'd traditionally take the TOS/TNG view that a Starfleet vessel was a 'Starship' while a civilian vessel was just a 'ship' (in much the same way as a Warship is different from a ship). You could easily spin that as Susan and the Naran having different ideas about what a 'starship' was in the same fashion, and Daya trying to clear up the confusion.
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Girl: Oh come on! It's a freighter! You spend your time going back and forth carrying grains and ore! Boring! I bet you guys think a fight involves targy looks and harsh language. Do you even get exercise?
*Daya glares at her, grinding her teeth.*
Daya: You wanna find out, b****?
*The girl smirks a little, apparently amused at having successfully gotten a rise out of Daya, though it's not clear that was the aim. She drops her rucksack and faces up to Daya.*
Girl: Only if you actually know how to fight, cholik.
Daya: Since the translate didn't read that, I'm gonna guess that was a slur.
*The girl just smirks back. Daya looks to Susan.*
You wanna kick this b****'s a**, or shall I?
*A crowd is starting to form around them as it becomes clear there's gonna be another fight.*
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Halsey: remember once it hits a reading of 5% out of tolerance shut it down.
Tech: yes ma’am.
The group takes position in the lab as the drive starts up. It runs for a short time as it powers up. It starts smoothly at first but shortly starts to overload.
Halsey: shut it down.
The tech goes to shut it down.
Tech: ma’am it’s not responding.
Halsey: damn it. Clear the lab now!
Once they are clear she types a code into the panel as a special shield surrounds the lab as the drive soon after overloads.
Halsey: well that didn’t go quite as planned.
*Daya smirks, before taking her jacket off and quickly stretching her arms.*
Daya: Okay, how does this work?
*The Girl smirks and gets in a stance.*
Girl: We grapple until one of us submits. Nothing complicated. Someone will stop us if it goes too far.
*Daya nods and also gets in a stance, bouncing on her heels a little as she watches her opponent intently.*
Daya: Let's dance, b****.
*After a moment the two lock up hard, the Girl immediately going for a takedown while Daya twists out of the way and locks on a side headlock. The girl bucks out of it and slips behind Daya, locking a sleeper hold and wrapping her right leg around Daya's, bending her knee, which crimps around Daya's and forces her to drop too, executing a smooth takedown to their knees. Daya struggles in the sleeper hold while the Girl keeps their knees locked down.*
Girl *taunting*: I thought you said you knew how to fight, mudhair?
Daya *struggling*: "Mudhair"? Seriously?!
*Daya manages to loosen the sleeper and lean forward, before slamming them back onto the ground, getting free and rolling to her feet, breathing a little fast but not quite panting yet. She's already starting to sweat though, due to the heat. The Girl is back on her feet just as fast, and is also breathing a little quicker, but hasn't broken a sweat yet thanks to being adapted to the environment.
The two clash again, this time Daya keeping her feet clear of her opponent's, the two pushing against each other, quickly ending up with their shoulders locked together, grunting as they battle to take the other down.*
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Halsey: it’s alright Colonel. Safety precautions where successful.
Holland: that doesn’t answer the question what happened.
Halsey: a slip space generator overload. I wanted to do a test of the potential new system.
Holland: well I’m guessing that’s a no then. Alright I’ll inform everyone to stand down. Oh and doctor the General would like to meet with you ASAP.
Halsey: wonderful just what I wanted to hear.