*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
Tara A: You can teleport us across the system?
Wilson: Come on.. of course I can.. How do you think I have time to annoy you?
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
Mila: Quin' I really don't need to hear this story!
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
Tara A: You can teleport us across the system?
Wilson: Come on.. of course I can.. How do you think I have time to annoy you?
*Shuts up when he has been had.. *
*They return to the shuttle and get into EV suits.*
Emma: Actually, she beat the tar out of me - kicked me into the wall so hard I nearly blacked out. Then I lost my temper, speared her down and choked her out.
Susan: Why'd you do that? Was there a guy involved?
Emma: Okay, basically, I had a... moment... with Luke. We stopped it before it went anywhere, but decided it would be best not to tell Tara, knowing how she'd react. A clone had just impersonated her and slept with him, before she'd even done that. She was a bit fragile emotionally and we didn't want to hurt her. A few months later, I got into trouble and gave Tara a message telling her what happened. When I got back, she almost attacked me in sickbay...
I went to her quarters to explain myself and talk it out, and she decided to start a brawl...
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
Mila: Quin' I really don't need to hear this story!
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
Tara A: You can teleport us across the system?
Wilson: Come on.. of course I can.. How do you think I have time to annoy you?
*Shuts up when he has been had.. *
*They return to the shuttle and get into EV suits.*
*Wilson has his own suit on..*
Wilson: Okay ladies hang on and do not grip too hard.
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
Mila: Quin' I really don't need to hear this story!
*Wilson pops out looking around whistling at the wreckage of the area.. twenty years would do very little to the ruins and to the new Shoal Zone, Elibisi tech and the Elibisi still remained as reminders and a danger zone blocked off by many Confederation powers. *
Wilson: They still haven't cleaned this area.. Makes me wonder if dead gods still dream..
*First time in a while Tara A sees that he isn't completely an insane man child. The patrols were no where near them so they could proceed to the ruins of DS9 and Bajor quickly.. *
Wilson: Guessing they are keeping their distance from the Shoal Zone to avoid the risk of indoctrination.. Go in at low power their sweeps will think we are a wreck..
*Tara A sets the runabout adrift, leaving only the manoeuvring thrusters online.*
Tara A: Computer, locate possible landing zones on Bajor.
*A map appears with the possible landing sites. Tara A meditates for a moment before selecting one.*
Tara A: I'll take us down once we clear the debris field.
*They float there as a Elibisi Captial vessel floats by, dead but a pressure in her head knows that something strange is happening..*
Wilson: Longer we stay here, the higher the chance we become indoctrinated. Even with the war over for two decades it still creeps me out.
*He looks to the other person with them.*
Trust me they were scarier alive...
*The wreckage floats as Tara A can't help but to agree. Though the attitude change in Wilson has her wonder..*
*Tara A looks over at Sara, who is clearly frightened.*
Tara A: Don't worry. I can shield us from it for a time...
These things killed my best friend... She was an Innotankan. They indoctrinated her and made her force me to...
*She shakes her head, closing her eyes.*
Sara, I promise you, we'll get Zoe back.
*Sara nods slightly as the Runabout enters the atmosphere. Within a few minutes, they've landed in a clearing near the Fire Caves and the coast.*
*Wilson can't help but to feel more frayed as they approach the cave..*
Wilson: So let me get this straight.. Oh.. Wait.. What are we even looking for?
Wilson's other personality: Oh i dunno, my guess is something not a piece of junk...
Tara A: Something's drawing me here... I need to know what...
*She turns to both of them.*
You two don't have to come in with me.
Wilson: Hey beasty boy will rip me in half if I don't, and you have no idea how much of a pain in the neck that is to regenerate..
Sara: I'd rather stay with you...
Tara A: Alright...
*They walk into the caves.*
*The caves themselves are eeriely silent and still even with the Elibisi indoctrinated dead all around... As if they were looking for something.*
Wilson: Hate fighting in caves..
Other Wilson Personality: Yeah tightly cramped and dark.. Like a sardine..Yick.
Tara A: Everything in here has been dead for 20 years.
Wilson: These are the fire caves.. Pah-Wraiths I hear can do quite a bit, if legend is right.
Other Wilson: Ooo creepy fire ghosts..
Tara A: Relax.
*They keep walking to where Tara A is being drawn.*
Wilson: Yeah of course..
*That feeling doesn't seem to materialize.. something is missing..*
*Tara A looks around confused.*
Wilson: Okay whiskers the wonder girl... Whats up..
Tara A: This is where I've been being drawn to, but... There's something missing...
*OOC: Throw me a bone here? What is she looking for?*
*OOC: Has to do with the station, and is a relic. You did not think this was going to be that easy did you?*
Wilson: Great a scavenger hunt.. in the middle of one of the creepiest places in the galaxy..
*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
Tara A: You can teleport us across the system?
Wilson: Come on.. of course I can.. How do you think I have time to annoy you?
*Shuts up when he has been had.. *
*They return to the shuttle and get into EV suits.*
*Wilson has his own suit on..*
Wilson: Okay ladies hang on and do not grip too hard.
*That night Quinton shows up at Mila's quarters his nerves are jittery.. But he knows she wants to do this again.*
*Mila opens the door, smiling warmly at him. She's wearing a sky blue blouse with Prussian blue trousers of a silk-like material. Her hair is combed neatly (for the first time since her injury on the Columbia) into a sweeping arc on the right side of her face, just overlapping the eyebrow, with a sky blue headband.*
OOC: Shall I go add the KO points to her record?
*OOC: Your call.. *
Quinton: Impeccable timing Mila.. Get a feeling I was there or did you count on punctuality..
Mila: Punctuality more than anything.
*She let's him step inside.*
So, what do you think?
Quinton: Elegant.. Simply Elegant..
*Mila smiles, blushing slightly.*
Mila: So, what are you cooking?
Quinton: My mom was not quite the cook so I don't want to torture you with that.
Mila: So I'll cook then, shall I?
Quinton: Probably.. *He smirks a little* Or the replicator so the outfit doesn't get ruined.
Mila: Replicator it is.
*She walks over to the replicator and gets dinner.*
Quinton: What is on the instant menu tonight?
*She can't help but to feel a flicker in her stomach as butterflies are putting around in it.. She knows something is up.. *
Mila: I was thinking fries and maybe some helat?
Quinton: Helat.. Odd choice I know you must have seen it around at function with the rest of your family..
Mila: Actually, my Aunt introduced me to it. Apparently, it's a Turanian meat.
Meat from what exactly, is anyone's guess.
*She smiles as she brings the plates over.*
Quinton: That is going to be an interesting adventure then.. Hopefully its better than the pasta I try and make..
Mila *teasing*: Oh, that was meant to be pasta? I thought you'd just over cooked the gagh.
Quinton: Oh hah hah.. Can probably do on the road stuff or Klingon food..
*Mila smiles and tucks in to her food.*
*Quinton tries it, kind of grisly but not terrible.. Noticeably..*
Quinton: What would you do at those functions by the way? I seem to recall your folks going to one in the Republic..
Mila: Smile for the camera... Eat dinner politely... Under no circumstances show any personality whatsoever in public...
Let's just say I'm kinda glad I'm no longer the President's daughter. You know me, I'm a spitfire at heart.
Quinton: Yeah.. I was referring to the one you went to was it two years ago? James got caught with the Republic Ambassador's daughter.. I will say though Casval was more acquitted for that kind of environment, with diplomatic functions.
Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
Mila: Quin' I really don't need to hear this story!
Quinton: Sorry.. I just find it pretty funny.
Mila: Anything else you want to talk about?
Quinton: What was it like growing up, I never asked.
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Mila: Well, he doesn't have as bad a temper as I do and unlike James he doesn't sleep with every female he meets.
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*Tara A steps outside, looking up.*
Tara A: That's why...
This place is a prison for the Pah'Wraiths, Prophets who were cast out for trying to interfere actively with Bajor's development. I wasn't being called here, it just felt familiar.
Sara: Then where were you...?
Oh, you have to be kidding. Back up to the scary mecha-aliens?
Tara A: They're dead, Sara. Besides, I can shield you from their indoctrination, remember?
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Quinton: Oh come on.. it was a funny story from what Casval tells me.. Your brother has a playbook..
Emma: Try. If part of this is about Torin, then pretending nothing is wrong is only going to make her resent you.
Which will lead to you fighting, which could lead to you beating her, which will make her resent you even more.
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Wilson: Well the station could be usable given the place is an abandoned ruin, with damage. I could teleport us there without risking the shuttle again..Might want to get into EV suits just in case..
Mila: Oh it was very funny. Funniest part was when he got the chewing-out of a lifetime from Dad.
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Tara A: You can teleport us across the system?
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Quinton: Damn what did Casval tell me the story was to get the Ambassador's daughter.. I think it had to do with being a famous jock pilot named Lance ... *his face neglects the last name as he knows Mila would not find her brother's pervy humor funny*
Wilson: Come on.. of course I can.. How do you think I have time to annoy you?
*Shuts up when he has been had.. *
Susan: I guess I'll talk to her next time I see her...
Mila: Quin' I really don't need to hear this story!
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*They return to the shuttle and get into EV suits.*
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Emma: Good. Anything else you want to talk about?
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Emma: Once or twice. The thing about life on a freighter is that you know everyone, and there's nowhere to hide from drama like this.
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Emma: I tried to talk it out...
When that didn't work, we beat each other senseless... Sorry...
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Emma: Actually, she beat the tar out of me - kicked me into the wall so hard I nearly blacked out. Then I lost my temper, speared her down and choked her out.
But she was a lot more reasonable afterward.
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Emma: Okay, basically, I had a... moment... with Luke. We stopped it before it went anywhere, but decided it would be best not to tell Tara, knowing how she'd react. A clone had just impersonated her and slept with him, before she'd even done that. She was a bit fragile emotionally and we didn't want to hurt her. A few months later, I got into trouble and gave Tara a message telling her what happened. When I got back, she almost attacked me in sickbay...
I went to her quarters to explain myself and talk it out, and she decided to start a brawl...
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Quinton: Sorry.. I just find it pretty funny.
*Wilson has his own suit on..*
Wilson: Okay ladies hang on and do not grip too hard.
Emma: I think it's more how and when she found out. Luke had been seriously injured when I gave her the message.
Either way, I'm sure you'll have an easier time with Karen.
My advice? Don't back down if she wants a fight.
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Mila: Anything else you want to talk about?
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In Cold Blood
*They hold on.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Quinton: What was it like growing up, I never asked.