*Rolls eyes.* You were supposed to say something cute, like.... 'Aw, thank you cher! How did you get so handsome?' *He smiles at her jokingly, chuckling.*
*Picks up his duffel and her backpack, slightly grunting at the backpack.* Hmm, a lot more stuff I here than I thought... leave it to a women to find the best way to stuff as much stuff into as small a space as possible... *He chuckles and boards the Tornado, shutting the ramp and dropping the luggage in the bedroom. Walks…
My opinion, the criteria given in the first post sounds like generic MMO stuff... truthfully, an MMO based on Abrams(which I do not hate) Star trek would be the same as STO. Maybe a bit different plot because of reasons, but it would most likely just be an STO 2.
*He smiles at her and proceeds to the ship. Their luggage is already infront of the ramp.* Oh, I called ahead as we left to get to Ryan. I assumed once he was here we would be leaving... *He festures with a free arm toward the ramp.* If you would like to go up, I've got the luggage, cher.
Riyah: We were just about to go over as well, until Thrai ran off... Persi: That dog is so... deaf sometimes... Riyah: He's capable of selective hearing, you mean. *She kneels down and rubs Thrai's neck.* Riyah, dog voice: You're just like Daddy, yes you are! Persi: I take offense to that! *They smile at each other,…
*Riyah regains her composure.* Riyah: Oh no, not everyone would help. I know personally... *Persi rubs her shoulder and smiles at her.* Persi: Anyway, on a more positive note. How are you? *He looks at Terry.* Persi: Hopefully we didn't interrupt anything important...
Banned because I know who you are, I know your reputation, I simply do not care. Time is not flexible or malleable object. Time, in the prescence that you present it, does not exist.
Riyah: I'm Asriyah, Persi's betrothed. You can call me Riyah, of course! *She smiles friendly, then turns serious.* Riyah: I... I really must thank you. If, if you hadn't been there when... when that traitorous TRIBBLE.... Persi might have... *She stutters and sobs. Persi wraps his arm around her and rubs her shoulder.*…
*The dog barks and licks her face.* Persi: Hey, Tara. I have no idea why, but he seems to only run off when your around... *He smiles.* Riyah: What are you implying Per? Persi: Oh nothing, Riyah.
*A sand coloured blur rushes into Ten forward, barking furiously. It stops and starts jumping and prancing around Tara. It's Thrai.* Persi: Thrai! Thrai get back here! *Persi and Riyah run into Ten Forward, and spot Thrai.* Riyah: There he is Persi! *They both rush over.* Persi: Thrai! Tharon! *The dog sits, mouth open and…