Veridian Prime

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Veridian Prime


-The Galaxy is on the brink of Interstellar War-


-A Faction known as the Scion, is moving towards Veridian Space. They’re a religious cult Hellbent on assimilating alien cultures to their prime directive. The Enslaving of the Universe. Led by a single Being as old as their star system. His name is Uriac Dhun, and he has his sights set on the Utopian Metropolis of Veridian Prime, its outlying colonies, and their Allies-


-Earth has already been lost to the Scion, now the Human race is an endangered species. Incredibly far from even the closest Alliance Planet, Soulstice, it is still nearly 30 million light-years away. Help could not make it in time. The Humans were left to fend for themselves. Alliance Cruisers and Star-ships arrived on the scene, killing the factions of Scion that remained to Assimilate, gaining Earth back. So much of the land was scorched, and infected with the Scion Virus. Now a desolate planet, Crews work around the clock in Orbit and on the surface to re-terraform it, making it habitable once more. Pockets of Humans, immune to the virus, still manage to live there; but it’s in a constant state of rebellion against those who one occasion become infected with the Scion Virus. For now, Earth is still in the hands of the Alliance, who works everyday to eradicate the Scion Threat from Humans and find a hope of recovering a planet from the Virus. In Veridian Prime, the top medical minds and scientists work to develop a cure… if there is one.-




-With his loss of Earth, Uriac has set his sights on Veridian Prime. He wants to destroy it, he wants revenge. For now he lays in wait, plotting his next move against Veridian Prime, while in other galaxies and star systems he continues to build his army of mindless fanatics-


-There’s only one thing he’s not anticipating. The alliance of the USS Hawking and the unlikely rag-tag crew of The Scarlet Surprise. Both Captains must find a way to get over their differences and work together to bring peace to the Alliance, and take down Scion once and for all. Captain Allegra Vale, a widowed Fleet Captain from a long line of Alliance Officers is infuriated by the rake Captain Ryker. In her opinion, he’s no Captain at all, just the Ring-leader of a Criminal Circus. Ryker finds Allegra to be condescending, boring, and a do-gooder. They are everything the other is not, with the exception they both have a strong value in Honor and that Uriac Dhun must be stopped. In doing so, they will discover they share more then they care to admit, and that inside them both burns a passion hotter then a Star gone Nova.-


CAST



The Alliance Ship: USS Hawking, Galaxy Class Star Ship
Crew:
Captain G. Allegra Vale
Veridian Prime –age: 27
Widowed, with a five year old daughter, Joslyn. Her husband killed on Terra 4 during a boarder dispute. She is severe, just, logical, and cunning. Many think her too serious, but those that know her best, know she is capable of a beautiful smile, and the love of her life is her daughter.

Commander Bo'kesh Son of Thane
First Mate. Moag –age: 32
No family aboard, renowned ladies man, and a rake. He towers over anyone and everyone around him. His strength is unmatched, and for a Moag, he’s incredibly handsome.

Commander Ritter Mazon
Chief of Security. Veridian Prime- age:30
No family aboard, serious, callous, and lethal. He is conservative, speaks when his words will have the most weight, and to most seems indifferent, and rude. He is only open and kind with his Captain, who he has been discussing the prospect of a union with.

Chief Medical Officer O’terra Barun
Telaviv 3- age: 22
A Young prodigy who could have done anything he wanted, and chose Medical. He is the youngest of his rank in the History of the Allegiance and the first Telvarin to do so.

Lt. Commander Talik Zhan
Pilot, Veridian Prime- age: 28
Is the sole guardian of her younger brother, Ensign Talik J'cobi. Who serves on the Hawking in Engineering.

Lt. Commander Slyvester Faraday
Chief Engineer, Veridian Outpost Delta-5. Age: 35
Eats, breathes and lives for engineering. A generally happy go lucky guy, he tends to be a partner in crime with Cmndr .Thane.

Lieutenant Aulra Ursula
Tactical Officer. Veridian Prime- age: 30
No Family aboard. Reserved, staunch, can be cruel. Is leathal, and knows the best way to take out her enemy. Trained in over six different fighting styles. She is a weapons specialist.

Ensign Miranda Troi
Helmsmen. Mewdac –age: 23
Recent Graduate of the Acadamy, she is the first Mewmii to join the Alliance Fleet. Her people are isolationists. Humaniod in nature, much like Moag’s their DNA is spliced with animals. They are distant cousins in the Comos. She is determined, sweet, and skilled. A quick learner.

Honorary Ensign Talik J'cobi
Veridian Prime. –age: 16
The younger brother of Lt. Cmdr. Josephine Talik. He aspires to join the Alliance as an Engineer, and so spends most of his time aprenticing in the Engineering Department under Lt. Cmdr Faraday.

Allegra Joslyn.
Veridian Prime –age: 5 ½
The Daughter of Captain Vale and her late husband Commander Sylas VanBuren. She is much like her parents, she is stubborn, bull headed, but incredibly polite and sweet. However, if she does not like something, she will certainly let you know. She has shown no desire to follow in her parents footsteps.

Prime Minister of Veridian Prime, Allegra Sauvant
Veridian Prime- age: 27
Twin brother of Captain Vale. Sauvant is the elected official of Veridian Prime –tasked with representing them in all Planetary conventions. He is quite unlike his sister, openly friendly, easy to talk to, definitely a man of the people.


The Scarlet Surprise, Dragon Class Star Ship
Crew:

Captain T. Ryker
Human- age: 36
A cocky, charismatic, self-proclaimed optimist, he is the ruffian captain of the Scarlet Surprise. Pure human, he was only a child when the virus struck earth and killed his family. Since then, he has grown up alone and taught himself to survive; quickly becoming infamous as a thief, pirate, and gun-for-hire.

First Mate, Nexus
Half-wraith, half-unknown –age: unknown
Pragmatic and cool, he is a Wraith- a formidable and feared species who have the ability to become invisible, phase through solid objects, and read minds among other attributes. Ryker saved his life under mysterious circumstances, and because of it he is bound by his species’ rule of serving him until that debt is deemed repaid; something he clearly views with heartfelt disdain.

Pilot, Piper Smith
Human –age: 19
The youngest member of the Scarlet Surpise’s crew and Ryker’s unofficial adopted sister. Despite her age, she is a tiny thing and the crew nicknamed her ‘Roach’ for her speed, size, and uncanny ability to slip through the slightest of cracks. Can fly or drive anything that moves- and that’s a fact.

Technical Engineer, Molly MacMahon
Half-human, half-telephec –age: appears 26
A brilliant mechanic and technical engineer, with a tongue as sharp as her uppercut. She is a technopath, and was the mind behind ‘Betty’. Lots of trust issues.

Medical Technician, Varouke’Ekan
Verdunn –age: appears to be 36
The gentle giant of the ship. He is almost eight feet tall and pure muscle, but his frightening exterior hides an extremely compassionate heart. He is Verdunn, a race known for its healing prowess.

Tactical Engineer, Xina Li
Sypherion –age: 227, appears 27 in Human years
An assassin with a chip on her shoulder a mile-wide. Is wanted for murder, extortion, and a laundry list of other illegal activities that have given her a reputation as one of the most feared and infamous killers in the universe.

Cook, Mechanic, Jack-of-all-trades; Yuri Yaserkov
Human-Cyborg –age: 85
76% of his body is mechanical, and this has completely stopped his aging. Broody and cold, he seems right at home on the ship- which he almost never leaves. Can fix just about anything, and though his cooking isn’t gourmet, you’ll eat and like it or you can kiss his shiny metal ass.

Hand of the Goddess, Lady Ai
Elemental – age: unknown
One of the last Amphi, a holy race of powerful beings; the blood of which is the only known, true cure of the virus. A powerful empath, she is innocent and compassionate, and equally frightened and curious of the universe she is about to explore.

Watchermaid, Phaela
Feilos –age: 22
The chaperone to Ai, she is loyal, virtuous and sweetly courageous –willing to go to any lengths for her Lady Ai. Though she is forever slated to remain a virgin, she secretly dreams of falling in love and having her first kiss.

Alliance Ship: USS Sagan, Galaxy Class Star Ship, under the command of Captain Sauvant. Flagship of The Planetary Alliance


Members of The Planetary Alliance


Veridian Prime

Veridian Outpost Alpha-1

Veridian Outpost Alpha-2

Veridian Outpost Omega-3

Veridian Outpost Omega-4

Veridian Outpost Delta-5

Keflar, home of the Moags

Telaviv-3, Named for it’s star-system, and the planet from it’s sun.

Mewdac, home of the Mewmis

The Republic of Earth

Soulstice

Teletran Moon System, Excluding Quarantined Teletran-7 & Teletran-8

Verdun

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It was a cacophony of whispering voices, gleeful laughter, anxious murmurings, and some altogether unrecognizable noises. The overwhelming din grew and grew to volatile measures as Vale came out of her sleep. Despite the voices in her head, her ears were ringing to deafening levels, and her brain still felt far too big for her cranium. She was instantly aware of the presence of three people around her, she could distinctly sense them, and knew them instantly by the vibrations of their auras -a skill she had not possessed until recently. The strongest of them all was the Holy Hand, AI -there was no mistaking that. Vale felt an odd connection to her since they’d touched hands. The other was Phaela and Dr. Oterra. Now if only the ringing hum of a thousand Belzebubs would stop buzzing in her ears and in her head.
“Captain?” She heard the faint voice of Oterra call, like a distant echo, though she knew he was right beside her. “Captain Allegra,”
“Make it stop… make it stop…” Vale whimpered, her head shifting from side to side in an effort to sluggishly shake the voices and ringing buzz out of her head.
[i -What does she want me to stop? She’s not suffering from Cerebral Degradation… her vials check out, but… wow that’s a lot of telepathic activity going on in her frontal cortex -]
“That’s not normal…” Vale heard Oterra murmur as he stood above her, his large pitch eyes blinking curiously over her face.
“Make it stop…” Vale growled this time, managing to cover one of her ears with her hand.
“Make what stop?” Oterra asked quickly moving to grab a scanner. Vale peeled her eyes open to find the Infirmary blindingly bright. Everything seemed brighter, shaded in hues she had never seen before radiating off of Oterra, Phaela, and Ai -who was as bright as a Super Nova. It wa blinding and Vale tucked her head quickly, shading her eyes from Ai’s aura. . There had to be a way past all these strange sensations, wracking her senses.

“Captain? Oterra grasped her shoulder and guided her back to the table. “What is it?”
“Voices, in my head… I. Hear. Everyone….” Vale might have heard Oterra gasp in near wonder at her words as if the unusual activity happening in her brain was making sense to the Amphibios.
“You hear everyone?” Oterra asked hurriedly, quickly reviewing data of her recent cerebral scan. “On the ship?” Vale nodded her head slowly managing to open her eyes. They were blood shot and her pupils were dilated, but as she focused on a single spot on the ceiling she found she was slowly managing to silence the voices in her head.
“Yes. It’s… loud. Can’t hear myself think,” Vale rushed to say in between the voices overlapping in her head, all of it indiscriminate noise one hears in a loud crowded room, when she tried to focus on what Oterra was saying. She felt his boyish curiosity and excitement at the news.
“An echo of The Hand’s power?”
“I hope it doesn’t hang around for long…” Vale growled not enjoying her current sensory overload and glared at him, his gaze was riveted on the tablet before him.
“The activity seems to be slowing down the more you talk to me. huh, umm Captain?”
“What?”
“Your scans over the last hour show the activity starting just before you woke up… it was wide spread just before you woke up.”
“But that’s impossible, full neural activity? Unheard of.”
Oterra curled a finger under his chin as he studied the dated curiously.
“But I had a full neural scanner on you. I set it to record in real time. Here -watch the signature,” Oterra handed Vale his tablet for her to watch. She managed to keep a hazy focus on the screen and watched as the activity grew, the image a full 3-D display of her AMRI. The activity was represented by glowing dots that grew from her Cerebral Cortex, until it was dispersed through her entire brain, where it pulsed with wave after wave of activity, until it reached the point she began to wake up, and the activity died down.”

“It’s coalescing in the Hypothalamus…. your brain is… rewiring the neural pathways… your telekinetic abilities are expanding… are the voices dying down?” Oterra asked, still watching the realtime display of her brain activity.
“Slowly,” Vale muttered. “The more I sit and try to focus on my surroundings it quiets down…” Vale took another shaky breath, slowly moving to sit up, even as the lights grew softer in her sensitive vision, and the room stopped spinning. “What do you mean my abilities are expanding?”
“I think when you came into contact with the Hand,” he gestured towards Ai, “It caused what I would call an evolutionary jump… I won’t know the extent of your new abilities until I can preform some more tests and you’ve had time to learn what the changes really involve.” Vale turned and looked at the screen, and then looked to Ai and Phaela. She still saw Ai’s bright aura, but it had died enough she could see through it to Ai’s concerned eyes, hiding behind her veil.
“I do not blame you, your Holiness -this is a gift I gladly accept.”
“Well that remains to be seen… until you have this under control I don’t think it wise to place you back in command,” Vale glared over at Oterra with such ferocity, he quickly stammered and backed up from her. “It’s just wise, I want to make sure you’re in top condition to handle the day to day stress, until we know the extent of the changes, it’s best to keep Thane in Command of the ship, I am the Chief medical Officer on this ship, and my captain or not, I make the final call.” Vale ground her teeth together, her irritation making the electronic screens waver and flicker, even the medical tools nearby began to shake and quiver by an unseen force. “Captain?” Oterra asked nervously. It wa enough to draw vale’s attention to what she was doing, and she quickly took a breath to call herself.
“Maybe you’re right… I need to learn what’s changed before I can take command of my ship again.”
“Let’s just give it a couple days shall we?” OTerra suggested, cautiously placing a hand on her shoulder and gently removing the neural monitor off of her forehead.
“A Couple days… right…”
“Think about this, a day or two to catch up on time with Joslyn, even you said you'd like to take some shore leave after we return to Veridian Prime -“
“I still intend to.”
“Right, just take a couple days now, we’ll be reaching Earth’s Star System soon.”
Vale grinned, “She is eager to see Saturn…”

Vale learned she had been out for an entire day, and it was getting late. It took some time but Oterra eventually let her leave the medical wing, but recommended she keep the medical bracelet on which provided a direct link of her health and stats to Oterra’s medical console. With time she had managed to turn the voices into dull whispers, catching fleeting thoughts as she passed personnel in the halls of the Hawking. She couldn’t turn it off, and she did her best to ignore it, and the minor throbbing headache she felt with it. Perhaps deep subversive guided mediation with Mazon’s help would lead to a solution in handling her amplified powers. Currently the only voice she was trying to find was her daughter’s, but sifting through a thousand voices for one was a trite difficult -even for the most skilled Empath… Vale felt she’d evolved from the run of the mill Empath, to a Telepath… just the thought made her brain hurt more. Growing more frustrated at not being able to sense her daughter, she stopped in her pursuit and called a command to the Ship’s computer.
“Computer,” the system beeped in acknowledgment. “Locate Civilian Allegra Joslyn.”
The computer beeped again to process the command and replied a moment later. “Allegra Joslyn is located on Deck 13 in the Public Simulator.”
“Great…” Vale groaned, the Public simulator programing always changed once a week to a different landscape in the Verse for simulated outdoor enjoyment -she should have known that’s where her child would be since she wasn’t with Braxton and his family -The Vons.

The Civilian Simulator wasn’t as packed as she thought it might be, it was obviously much later than she believed. The simulated sky was of the Central Park in Veridian Prime’s Capital, and she spotted three figures laying down in the grass while one tiny hand showcased Veridian Constellations. At her entrance into the Simulator, Joslyn looked up and gasped excitedly.
“Mummy!” She squealed, jumping to her feet and running towards her, but Vale’s eyes narrowed on one of the humans with her. Captain Ryker, sat up and looked sour, she felt his aura shift from content to irritation like the flip of a switch, and she couldn’t silence his thoughts even if she wanted to. Thank goodness, Joslyn provided the perfect distraction to all the noise. Young Piper carried minor anxiety at her entrance, but Captain Ryker?
-[i Oh great… here comes a lecture, can’t believe that kid is as awesome as she is with her mom being such a stuck up tight ass.]-
Vale instantly bristled at an insult she wasn’t meant to hear. How dare he! He didn’t know the first thing about her.
-[i She is pretty hot though -Damnit man, no! I’ not supposed to think she’s hot-]-
Vale had to shake her head to make his voice go away, meanwhile Piper kept going:
-[i oh man, oh man, oh man… why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?]-

“Mummy Dr. Oterra said you hurt your brain! Is it better now?” Vale knelt down before Vale, ignoring the cold glare from Ryker. Joslyn radiated happiness and joy, she had been safe and content in Vale’s absence, and with a quick glimpse into her daughter’s mind she saw the gentle kindness Captain Ryker had shown her through the day.
“I’m alright, I have some good news and some bad news though.”
“What’s the bad news first?”
“I have been temporarily relived of duty, due to medical reasons,” Joslyn gasped dramatically and quickly grasped Vale’s shoulders.
“Oh mummy it’s okay, you’ll be better in no time and you can be Captain again.”
“I’m still captain silly girl, just not in command,” Vale smiled.
“So what’s the good news?” Joslyn asked.
“The good news is, because I am relived for the time being, we have plenty of time to spend together, and with Earth’s approach only a 36 arns away, you have a Shuttle trip coming up, and I can go with you and your class.” Joslyn looked like she might faint, before she suddenly started jumping up and down excitedly and turned rushing towards Piper.
“Can Piper come too! She’s my new friend!” Vale shrugged -an educational experience for the girl probably wouldn’t hurt her, and there were no regulations that said Piper couldn't go. “Piper do you want to see Saturn with us? We’ll also be viewing Jupiter since they’re close together right now -there was word we might land on Titan to explore Methane tide pools, we’re going to see what sort of life is supported in that environment. It will be lots of fun!”

As Joslyn gushed over the trip and the prospect of dragging Piper with her and her mother, Vale approached Ryker, whose expression grew more grim the closer she got. she had to picture a wall to block out his unusually loud thoughts.
“Captain Ryker,” she greeted with staunch reserve. “It seems after discussion with her Holiness, Lady Ai….” She stifled the need to groan with petulance, but she held it at bay -she was really struggling to say the next part, so she forced it. “I owe you an apology,” that seemed to make the human captain smirk and cross his arms at her with a smug expression. Vale could only glare at him. “You were correct, your crewman, Xi, was solely responsible for the kidnapping, and since she wishes not to pursue any forms of criminal charges against you or the members of your crew… you will all be free to leave as soon as repairs are finished to your ship. All of you, including the Sypherion may disembark the Hawking, at such time your ship passes inspection.” She grinned then. “Unfortunately, since I am relieved of command for the time being, I can not authorize the release of your still imprisioned crew at this time, but I’ll make sure I see to it once I’m cleared by medical,” she sounded almost sarcastic, and in a way she was -she’d get to their release when she had the time, for now… it was out of her hands -small favors by the gods. She may of had to apologize, but at least the cards will still in her favor. She looked towards Joslyn then as she and Piper gushed over getting to see Earth’s star system. “It seems my daughter is very fond of your youngest crew mate. She’s about to come over here and beg you to let Miss. Piper attend the trip with us, should you allow it -I’ll keep my eye on Miss Piper, just as you kept an eye on Joslyn for me today… thank you,” she tossed him a side glance. “You have my appreciation-“
“Ryker! Piper wants to go see Saturn and Jupiter! Can she come with my class please, please PLEASE?!” She begged jumping up into Ryker’s arms and forcing him to catch her. “My mummy said it was okay! And we’ll have lots of fun, please?” She cooed batting her eyelashes up at him sweetly, but what was more surprising was actually witnessing Ryker’s disposition with Joslyn, Vale reached out and tapped Joslyn’s back.
“Get down, it’s not nice to jump on people.” Joslyn let go of Ryker, but he still held her aloft, and so Joslyn grinned -he was caught, and so she snuggled up and hugged him tightly. Seeing she couldn’t get her daughter to get off of the human captain, she looked then to Piper and extended her hand. “Miss Piper, thank you for entertaining Joslyn today, I’m afraid I fell ill today, I’m glad to know Joslyn has made a new friend for herself. You’re very kind for a young woman your age to be so patient with a child like my Joslyn. I’ve heard tales that you’ve befriended more than one person on this ship, Ensign Talik J’Cobi for starters, I hope you are enjoying your experience on the Hawking.”
  Crew of the U.S.S. Hawking / darien / 4y 57d 2h 41m 27s
Barun turned his attentions on Ryker then and smirked. “Care for a Medical Evaluation yourself, Captain Ryker?” Ryker arched a brow and scoffed, arms crossed over his chest as his shaggy ponytail shifted against the back of his neck.
“Fat chance, that,” he grumbled. Barun just bit his tongue and nodded.
“Very well,” he said and held out a hand to help Piper down from the table.
“Aw come on, don’t be a big baby,” Piper chided with a smirk as she accepted the doctor’s outstretched hand. It was far cooler than her, his skin smooth and almost moist feeling. “It didn’t hurt or nothin’.”
“I’ll pass,” he assured her as she came to stand in front of him, his hand immediately on her shoulder. The movement was instantaneous, like a nervous tick; as if he wanted to make certain she was always near.
“In that case, you are fit as a fiddle my dear,” Barun commented with a grin, and moved to the counter once more, putting some tools away, and readying others for sterilization. “So how are you liking the Hawking? She’s a fine ship.”
“Best in the fleet!” Joslyn said, saddling up beside Piper and taking her hand, grinning up at her adorably. Piper grinned back, nose wrinkling as she hooked a thumb in one of the belt loops of her threadbear trousers.
“It’s pretty nice! Big- bigger than our ship. Smells better too-”
“Ok that’s enough,” Ryker interrupted with a scowl, pushing her towards the door. “We did what we came here for.” Piper gave him a confused look that doubled as a scowl. She was so sick of being cooped up in that stupid room they’d been in now for over 24 hours!

“You really gonna leave already?” Joslyn suddenly piped up, her lip curled in an adorable pout.
“This is an infirmary, Joslyn, not a place to play games,” Barun reminded her. Joslyn bit down on her lip, blonde brows furrowed and glanced over at her mother and then to Piper. Barun could only smile and sigh at her, reaching towards a set of communicators that were charging on their docks against the wall. He selected one and proceeded to get it ready before coming towards them and handing it to the child. “Go, play Joslyn… I’ll call you directly when your mother is awake,” he said, but before the wide-eyed child could take it, he pulled it from her grasp and out of reach. “Rules?”
“Don’t lose it!” she said quickly. “And no communications to anyone besides you.”
“And?”
“No eavesdropping on the Sr. Staff frequency,” she muttered, but there was a devilish little glint in her eyes. Even Ryker had to stifle a smile. God it was like having [i two] Pipers…
“Good girl.” He pinned it to her jumper and Joslyn turned then to Piper.
“Do you want to go and play games with me? I can take you to the simulator! Or we can race down the halls, come on!” she said tugging at Piper’s hand, and then reached out for Ryker’s hand. “You too! You gotta come play with us! You’re her daddy right?” She asked all but dragging both of them out of the infirmary.

Piper busted up laughing, answering the child before Ryker even got the chance. “Nah! He ain’t my daddy!” she managed between snorts. Ryker rolled his eyes. No. He wasn’t her daddy. They weren’t even related. But she’d only been six years old- such a tiny little thing when he found her, starved, filthy, beaten, and hiding in the shadows of a junk-port he’d stopped in for a drink. She’d pick-pocketed his cash, but hadn’t gotten far, and instead of punishing her for it, his heart had ached for her. He’d rescued her from the little crime ‘family’ that lurked there, stealing her away and she’d been with him ever since. He’d watched her grow, taught her and kept her safe and as healthy as he could have; giving her as normal a childhood as he could afford. They were criminals, however, and normality wasn’t their strong suit. Still, if he loved anyone in this world, it was her. So no, he wasn’t her daddy… but he might as well have been.
“So are you like her uncle or somethin’?” Joslyn asked as she marched between them down the hall, refusing to relinquish either of their hands.
“Nah,” Piper shrugged, swinging her hand playfully. “He’s kinda like a… kinda like a…’ She paused, nose scrunching up yet again. “Well I don’t really know what he’s kinda like.”
“I’m like her big brother,” he answered quickly, wishing the subject would just be dropped. Piper arched a brow at him.
“Hmmm… Yeah, that’ll do. He’s like my big brother. My really [i big] brother.”
“So… you don’t have a daddy?” Joslyn asked Piper sadly. The girl shrugged again. She’d grown up without them. She didn’t know where they were; if they were dead or alive. She didn’t know if they had abandoned her or lost her, or anything. But since she had no memory of it, she didn’t know how to be upset about it. What was the point? She had a family now, and that was enough.
“Nope.”

Joslyn gasped and suddenly flung herself at the human teen. “Oh it’s okay! No reason to be sad! I don’t have one either!” she exclaimed with a smile. At this Ryker’s brow lifted. So she didn’t have a father? He immediately wondered what had happened to the poor sap. His mind flickered to Captain once more and he immediately shoved the curiosity down. No. Nope. He refused to think about it. Thinking about it meant you cared- and he didn’t care. The woman was a prideful, irritatingly snobbish, bitch, and he could have cared less. “We have something in common!” She seemed most excited by that. “We could almost be like sisters! Are you an only child too?” Piper was, and so she looked to Ryker and tilted her head up at him. “Do you have a mommy and daddy? Do Humans even have mommies and daddies?”
“Sure they do,” he replied, boredly, his eyes on the hall ahead of him, his free hand stuck in his jeans pocket.
“They do?!” I knew they did! Did you grow up on Earth? What was Earth like before the Scion came? Were there really oceans and rivers like on Veridian Prime? Do you really call your moon, Moon?” She giggled at that one and Piper grinned over at him.

Ryker was trying increasingly harder not to smile himself. The girl reminded him so much of Piper when she’d been the same age- always asking question. It was nostalgic to say the least. “Do Humans have pets? Do human children have to go to school like me? How come you don’t have fangs? Does your face always grow hair? Lt. Cmd. Faraday doesn’t really have facial hair like you do. Can all Male humans grow hair on their faces? Do girl humans have hair on their faces? Say, have you ever been to Saturn? Is Jupiter really as big as they says it is?” He answered each and every one of her questions, Piper answering a few herself, when Joslyn grinned up at them both and stopped. “I like you Piper, let’s be friends okay?”
“Sounds good to me!” Piper grinned, giving her the thumbs up. Suddenly Joslyn turned to him and stuck her arms up.
“Captain Ryker, I like you too, will you carry me?” Ryker stared at her. Pick her up? He could hear it now- getting his ass handed to her by her banshee of a mother for touching her kid. Like he needed that…

Before he could say anything though, a shiver wracked his spine and his mind suddenly flickered to life with images. [i They were hazy, as if a grey filter had been placed over them. He saw himself. Nine years old, covered in dust from the desert that Earth had become. He stood facing a doorway- the rough wood covering the dilapidated shack that he’d lived in. He reached out… pushed it open. The inside was dark, but he could hear them. The sounds… the scratching, smacking, squishing noises. He would never get those sounds out of his head. Ever… He saw her, hunched over in the corner, her back to him… “Mama?” he heard himself ask. She turned, dark, greasy hair hanging over crimson-colored eyes. Blood smeared over her cheeks… her hands… Dripping onto the dusty floorboards. And there in front of her, its guts hanging over its side and spilling onto the floor, was a dog. His dog. His best and only friend. And she was eating him…]

“Aw, you don’t want a ride from him!” Piper suddenly said, and her voice ripped him back to the present. He blinked and caught her giving him a weird look before turning to Joslyn, answering so he didn’t have to. She turned then and squatted down, holding her arms out. “Come on! You can piggyback!” Joslyn happily accepted and Piper picked her up. She was short, so the girl didn’t gain much height, but she seemed altogether enamored.
  Malachi / 4y 63d 21h 25m 48s
“What’s a cavity?” The small human asked. Barun grinned at Piper taking up a stool beside the table she laid on.
“Well, it’s a hole in your tooth enamel as a result of decay. It exposes the nerve which is why it hurts. Do you take care of your teeth at all?” Piper shrugged.
“Meh.”
“You’re human. Your teeth are still in the primitive stages of evolution- in comparison to other species. “ Barun said pointing a finger at her, in a paternal chiding way. “So you’ll need to take better care of them from now on.” He turned to place the tablet on an adjacent counter, and waved a hand to one of his nurses to come and join him, and then turned and clapped his hands with a small exhale. “Shall we get this over with?” Piper frowned at him and cupped her jaw.
“Will it hurt?” she asked sweetly. Barun could only smile at her.
“Only for a moment. But I promise. It will be instant and the procedure will be over in a matter of minutes.”
“I don’t know…” Piper murmured. From where she sat Joslyn eavesdropped on their conversation, frequently glancing at the felios and the veiled woman who stood near her mother, but Joslyn was a child and keen to the feelings of trust, and knew by looking at those prismatic eyes that the woman who sat with her mother was trustworthy. So Joslyn decided to be helpful, because she could tell the human girl was scared.
“It won’t hurt! Promise!” Joslyn said, sliding down from the stool with minor difficulty, until her little grey boots hit the carpeted floor and she skipped over to Barun’s side. “You’ll see! It’s like this!” She gestured for Piper to hold out her arm and when she did, she took ahold of her hand and pinched the skin of her wrist between her small fingers. Piper’s brows lifted.
“Really?” She looked at Barun.
“Really.” He confirmed.
“Well shoot that’s nothing!”
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed and turned to prepare the tools his assitant brought for him.


“You can hold my hand if you want to!” Joslyn piped up. “It was scary the first time I got poked too, and my mommy held my hand for me.”
“Poked? What’s you get poked for?” Piper asked. Joslyn grinned moving to climb on the stool, forgoing Barun’s help to do it herself. “I had to get one of my theeths out cause it was growin’ in all wonky-like!” She hooked a finger in her lip and comically pulled it back to show her rows of impeccably straight, white teeth; her little canines sharply pointed in the Veridian fashion. “See?” she murmured, words muffled around her finger. “Dah-tah Ba-oon ma’ I’ aw be-heh!” Piper couldn’t help giggling. Joslyn removed her finger, beaming at Piper, glad to ease some of her nervousness. “Dr. O’terra, I showed her my teeth, so she wouldn’t be scared no more!” Barun grinned as he resumed his seat beside Joslyn, after collecting a syringe from the replicator and filling it with a clear gel like liquid.
“Did you now?”
“Yes sir. Can I watch you?” She asked sitting a little taller and grinning as the assistant gave Joslyn a face mask to match Barun’s. She beamed, glad to be of assistance.
“Of course, Joslyn here is the Captain’s daughter- and one of my finest patients. She doesn’t squirm at all.” Joslyn beamed.
“I want to be a Doctor when I grow up, and help people like you ummm… what’s your name?” She asked curiously to Piper.
“Her name is Piper.” Barun introduced for her, seeing as how his hands were in her mouth, placing a block over her tongue to keep her mouth open.
“I like that name!” Joslyn exclaimed, and watched as Barun lifted the syringe and Joslyn took Piper’s hand. “This is the pinch you’re going to feel.” He injected Piper’s gum and set it aside, giving it only seconds to take effect. Joslyn gasped dramatically holding Piper’s hand that much tighter, nearly swooning right out of her seat, if not for Barun catching the stool and rolling it back towards the table. “You’re so brave! You didn’t even flinch, not even a tiny bit!” Joslyn’s presence was something Barun was obviously used to, as he worked without a care as to her being at his side. “Now he’s going to use that tool to chip away all the rotten tooth from you,” from behind his mask, Barun smirked while Joslyn gave Ryker and Piper the step by step guide to his procedure. “It kinda tickles.” She whispered to Piper, and pointed at her ear. “Right back there. Feel it?” Piper gave a subtle nod of her head, causing Joslyn to smile more behind her own over-sized face guard and glanced over at Barun, and watched his tool practically melt away the rotted enamel.
“Hand me the sealant?”
“Yes sir!” Joslyn reached over and handed Barun a curved rod, with a gleaming blue violet glowing tip. He placed it over the hole and filled it with the sealant, curing it with the ultraviolet light that radiated from the tip. Finally he pulled away and removed his face mask.
“All done. You can rinse your mouth out.” Joslyn accepted the cup of water given to her by Barun’s nurse and handed it off to Piper as she came to sit up. “You shouldn’t feel anymore pain, but I’d wait for about an hour or so before you eat anything. Just to ensure it settles.” Piper pressed her cheek again.
“Wow… that is so cool!”
“Isn’t it?” Joslyn asked excitedly.

Barun turned his attentions on Ryker then and smirked. “Care for a Medical Evaluation yourself, Captain Ryker?”
“Fat chance.” The Captain grumbled. Barun just bit his tongue and nodded.
“Very well.” He said and held out a hand to help Piper down from the table. “In that case, you are fit as a fiddle my dear.” He said and grinned “So how are you liking the Hawking? She’s a fine ship.”
“Best in the fleet!” Joslyn said, saddling up beside Piper and taking her hand, grinning up at her adorably. Piper agreed, it was a fine ship, and very clean, which pleased Joslyn until Captain Ryker made a comment that it was time they left. That left the six year old to pout. “You really gonna leave already?”
“This is an infirmary, Joslyn, not a place to play games.” Barun reminded her. Joslyn bit down on her lip, blonde brows furrowed and glanced over at her mother and then to Piper. Barun could only smile and sigh at her, before he stood up and walked over to the Captain. “Go, play Joslyn… I’ll call you directly when your mother is awake.” He said and handed Joslyn her mother’s combadge, but before the wide-eyed child could take it, he pulled it from her grasp and out of reach. “Rules?”
“Don’t lose it!” She said quickly. “And no communications to anyone besides you.”
“And...” He warned. Joslyn batted her eye lashes and smiled mischievously.
“No eavesdropping on the Sr. Staff frequency.” She muttered, but there was a devilish little glint in her eyes.
“Good girl.” He pinned it to her jumper and Joslyn turned then to Piper.
“Do you want to go and play games with me? I can take you to the simulator! Or we can race down the halls, come on!” She said tugging at Piper’s hand, and then reached out for Ryker’s hand. “You too! You gotta come play with us! You’re her daddy right?” She asked all but dragging both of them out of the Infrimary.

No, he was not her father. Joslyn seemed confused by that and looked back at Piper after they’d left the infirmary.
“So are you like her uncle or somethin’?” She asked, but no, she was wrong again, and she marched between them down the halls, refusing to relinquish either of their hands. She liked Piper, she was nice, and she was funny, and pretty and tall, and did Joslyn mention she was funny? She had a warm hand, soft and with short fingernails, Joslyn desperately wanted to polish with some fun colors, or braid her hair… or torment her like she might a sister. Being an only child sucked sometimes. As for Ryker, he was a bit more frightening, but hse liked his hand, it was large and warm, calloused and firm, and even though he acted like she was an annoyance, he really didn’t try to take his hand away, and he held hers back. She liked him instantly –he reminded her of a grumpy old man who didn’t smile near enough to her liking. She instantly decided she liked him.

As It turned out, Ryker had taken in Piper when she was a little girl, much like herself. He took care of her because after the Scion hit, traditional families were broken apart, which meant kids like Piper were abandoned or orphaned, it was a very sad story for Joslyn, but she appreciated their honesty.
“So… you don’t have a daddy?” Joslyn asked Piper sadly, and suddenly flung herself at the human teen. “Oh it’s okay! No reason to be sad! I don’t have one either!” She said with a smile. “We have something in common!” She seemed most excited by that. “We could almost be like sisters! Are you an only child too?” Piper was, and so she looked to Ryker and tilted her head up at him. “Do you have a mommy and daddy? Do Humans even have mommies and daddies? They do! I knew they did! Did you grow up on Earth? What was Earth like before the Scion came? Were there really oceans and rivers like on Veridian Prime? Do you really call your moon, Moon?” She giggled at that one. “Do Humans have pets? Do human children have to go to school like me? How come you don’t have fangs? Does your face always grow hair? Lt. Cmd. Faraday doesn’t really have facial hair like you do. Can all Male humans grow hair on their faces? Do girl humans have hair on their faces? Say, have you ever been to Saturn? Is Jupiter really as big as they says it is?” He answered each and everyone of her questions, Piper answering a few herself, when Joslyn grinned up at them both and stopped. “I like you Piper, let’s be friends okay? Captain Ryker, I like you too, will you carry me?” she asked, stopping her line of questioning and holding up her arms, with a sweet smile, even though oblivious to her, she was most likely driving him crazy.
  Crew of the U.S.S. Hawking / darien / 4y 147d 1h 19m 44s
Barun smiled, showing his small rounded teeth and tucked away the scanner and placed the medical band on Piper’s wrist to maintain constant checks on her vitals. On the wall screen over piper’s head her entire medical stats began to take up the screen. Her brows arched, despite her coughing while where he stood, Ryker tensed. He never did trust this kind of tech. He was a criminal after all. He liked his privacy… “Oh that’s normal,” the young doctor assured her as he looked over her stats. “It’s not life threatening. I assure you.”
“She ain’t used to it,” Ryker gruffed and Barun looked at him.
“We have two other humans on this ship, both of them breathe the ship’s atmosphere just fine. You see it has to accommodate multiple species of life that operate and live in this ship.” He looked down at the coughing Piper with a kind smile. “For Example –I require salt. I can’t get that from the air, so I mix it in my drinks.”
“Are you a fish?” Piper questioned. He looked like he wanted to laugh.
“I’m an amphibious, but I have gills and a nose.”
“So a weird fish, then…” He laughed.
“Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Piper Pryme,” she rasped.
“Pretty name,” Barun complimented and Piper beamed despite her tinted lips and skin. Ryker’s frown deepened.

Barun moved over to a station to synthesize a medication to help her breathe, but he stopped, seeing that there was no medical information on Piper whatsoever. “I uhh, Miss. Pryme, Captain Ryker. I have no medical information on either of you.”
“Not surprising,” Ryker muttered, crossing his arms. Barun browned, typing a few things into his tablet.
“I’m going to go ahead and give you a small dose of Albutizine, it will open up your lungs, and help you acclimate a little faster. Promise it won’t hurt,” he said, showing her the hypospray and placed it on the column of her throat. Piper swallowed, nervously and blinked as he clicked down the plunger. There was a light shock of cold, much like puff of air and pressure, and he pulled it away. Piper blinked, coughing as she rubbed at the injection sight.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“That’s it. Deep breath,” he replied. Piper swallowed again and sucked in a slightly shaky breath. “And exhale.” She did as she was told and he repeated the motions with her once more. Almost immediately the blue in her lips and beneath her eyes began to fade back to a healthy pink.
“Wow!” Piper exclaimed.
“Feeling better?” he asked, and smiled when she nodded her head. “Wonderful. Now, I have to do a few Medical Protocols, seeing as how you don’t have any medical file of any kind, and give you a full checkup.” He looked to Ryker then and looked contrite. “Captain Ryker, I did a quick check and you have a dismal looking medical record, the last entry was made when you were but an adolescent, and the rest of your crew is also without complete medical records. For the safety and health of everyone on board, I must insist that I give them full medical checkups, vaccinations, and any treatments they needs. You know there are space ports that require you to have received certain vaccinations before you may board?”

“Not my problem,” Ryker said, giving the doctor a look. Barun looked uncertain as how to reply.
“Well I… Well you see… it is necessary for us as Alliance-”
“You might be alliance, but we’re not. We don’t need your help, and we don’t want it.” Barun blinked, revealing viscous, nictitating membranes that passed over his large eyes.
“Captain… I know that in the past you may have felt the need to… avoid these kinds of things… But I assure you. They’re for the best. We can give any and all treatment for any kind of issue. There’s no cost. The diagnostics are quick. Painless. And under law… we can use them without your express permission.” Ryker’s eyes narrowed.
“Sounds like a load of bullshit to me. You don’t use them? Like I give a damn what you promise or don’t. I know what your kind says and does is the opposite.” Barun looked taken aback, obviously unused to dealing with someone so uncooperative.
“I’m sorry- my kind?” he questioned.
“Alliance. Military,” Ryker spat the words as if they were a bad taste in his mouth. For a moment the doctor’s face screwed up as if he wanted very much to argue, but the man was just as well-trained in psychology as biology and he knew there would be no convincing Ryker otherwise.
“Very well Captain. I understand your dissent. I won’t pester you for a screening. Or your crew. I’ll let them decide. However- I’m admant that you at least let me examine Miss Piper. She’s a minor and obviously hasn’t seen anyone. I just want to make sure she’s healthy. And I know you do to. If she’s having any kind of issue, I’ll be able to help her. I’m a doctor. That’s what I do.”

For a long moment Ryker was quiet, merely glaring at him. He glanced over at Piper who still sat on the table, looking almost nervous. However, even he couldn’t argue the fact that he loved Piper. He’d practically raised her, and she was almost a daughter to him. Of course he cared about her… Finally he let out a breath and gave an irritated nod. “Fine. But just her. Nothing to extensive.” Barun looked pleased and held up his hands in a placating gesture.
“Just a regular checkup. I promise.”
“Fine,” Ryker repeated.
“Wonderful. Miss Piper, if you please. All you have to do is lay back and relax.” Piperglanced at Ryker and he nodded and with a sigh she flopped back on the table, her red hair flouncing in a kinky cloud across the smooth surface of the metallic table. Wheeling over a small computer station, he typed in a few commands and a humming sound emmited from a scanner overhead. The arm of the machine came down to rest several feet above her head and with a press of a button it passed over her in a smooth, methodical sweep; an array of green lights filtering over her like a graph. It beeped and the arm disappeared upwards again, and suddenly a holographic image of Piper’s anatomy appeared floating above her. Piper blinked in surprise.

“Is that me?!” she asked excitedly. Barun smiled, though his eyes never left the floating image.
“That it is…” His fingers worked the keys and controls of the computer effortlessly, bringing up all sorts of tables and graphs that showed the inner workings of her body. “You’re mighty healthy for someone who’s never seen a doctor,” he said. “Weak lungs, I suspect from years of breathing in unfiltered air on your ship, and slightly malnourished, but nothing alarming. All I can see from here… is you have quite the cavity in you back rear molar.” He finally looked over at her. “I’ll wager you’ve had a toothache for a while, yes?” She gave a sheepish chuckle as she shrugged.
“Maybe a little…”
“Well, when you’re ready to have me fix that you just let me know.” He stopped however as the doors to the mecic wing suddenly slid open to reveal a small girl, hair pulled back in delicate and cute braid around her head that showed off pointed ears. She was dressed in a grey smock with what appeared to be a school logo on the breast, her tiny feet clad in boots over maroon trousers.

“Dr. O’terra!” She greeted with an air of superiority –that was nothing short of adorable. “Ahh, Miss. Joslyn, how is my favorite patient?”
“I’m sad! I was release from class because my mother had an accident?” she asked, her blue eyes full of concerned. “She’s still here isn’t she? I was going to check the bridge next.” Barun smiled, kneeling before the small girl, and from his pocket produced a small sucker. She grinned and took it from him happily enough to have the sweet.
“Our secret, and yes, she’s on that table there.” Ryker glaced at where the doctor pointed, towards the back and immediately blanched. Captain Allegra was laying peacefully asleep in one of the pod like capsules that aligned the walls; a set of nodes pressed on either side of her head to register brainwaves while her bracelet beeped gently at her wrist. What the heck had happened?

“She’s asleep, but don’t you worry,” the doctor assured the girl. Ryker looked back at the child. To him, all the Veridians looked the same with their fair skin and pointed features, but upon closer inspection he realized that she really was the Captain’s daughter. They both had the same bone structure… their eyes both possessing that subtle curve at the corners. He immediately caught himself wondering where the father was. Of course, he couldn’t honestly believe the woman was married. She might have been hot but she was too proud for her own good. Those were the girls you fucked and forgot. Not that he would fuck her… “She’ll be just fine.”
“In time for supper?” Joslyn asked sweetly. “She promised to make Spiced Eski Fish.” Barun stood then with an apologetic smile.
“Probably not, but you are more than welcomed to keep her company.”
“Thank you!” Barun stepped back then, letting the small girl hurry into the infirmary and stand on the stool Barun offered her at the Captain’s bedside. She paused only once, seeing Ai who sat on the other side, only her colorful eyes visible from the gap in the gauzy cloth. For a moment the child looked like she might question it, but instead merely leaned down and to whisper in her mother’s ear.

“Mommy?” She leaned over the edge of the bed, and brushed a hand over Captain Allegra’s champagne blonde hair. “Mommy will you wake up?” Barun glanced over his shoulder at Joslyn and Vale, as he finished attending to Piper and Ryker, clicking off the screen. The holograph disappeared.
“Oh, Joslyn?” the little girl looked up curiously. “No telepathy, that was her accident.”
“But my mommy has a powerful brain!” she said sounding pitifully adorable.
“Yes, and it overloaded, sort of like when you plug too many systems into a power source…you know what happens right?”
“It blows up!” She suddenly gasped, horrified and leaning over her mother’s body protectively. “Did her brain blow up?” she asked eyes wide as saucers and full of fear. Barun actually chuckled.
“No… now, shhh. Let her sleep.” Joslyn nodded her head, and ‘shh’ed him back, before she sat on the stool and pet her mother’s hair.
“Now, where was I?” Barun asked, sitting down beside the table Piper laid on. She sat up, scratching at her head while he tapped a few choice lines of code into his tablet that sat perched on his knee. “I do apologize for that. Next of Kin is always informed when something happens. Ah yes!” he said pointing a finger at Piper. “Your cavities. I can fix them easy, won’t take much time, I can do it now, or you can come back later.”

Piper nervously rubbed at her jaw. “What’s a cavity?”
“A hole in your tooth enamel as a result of decay. It exposes the nerve which is why it hurts. Do you take care of your teeth at all?” Piper shrugged.
“Meh.”
“Well, you’re human. Your teeth are still in the primitive stages of evolution- in comparison to other species. So you’ll need to take better care of them from now on.” He turned to place the tablet on an adjacent counter, out of the way, and then turned and clapped his hands with breath. “Shall we get this over with?” Finally Piper’s smile disappeared, replaced by a nervous swallow as she pressed the tips of her fingers once more to her jaw.
“Will it hurt?”
“Only for a moment. But I promise. It will be instant and the procedure will be over in a matter of minutes.”
“I don’t know…” Piper murmured.
“It won’t hurt! Promise!” a voice piped up, and Piper turned to see Joslyn jump down from her stool and make her way over. She grinned up at her. “You’ll see! It’s like this!” She gestured for Piper to hold out her arm and when she did, she took ahold of her hand and pinched the skin of her wrist between her small fingers. Piper’s brows lifted.
“Really?” She looked at Barun. “Well shoot that’s nothing!”
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed and turned to prepare the tools.

“You can hold my hand if you want to!” Joslyn piped up. “It was scary the first time I got poked too.”
“Poked? What’s you get poked for?” Piper asked her as the little girl climbed up on the stool, the hem of her jumper fluttering.
“I had to get one of my theeths out cause it was growin’ in all wonky-like!” She hooked a finger in her lip and comically pulled it back to show her rows of impeccably straight, white teeth; her little canines sharply pointed in the viridian fashion. “See?” she murmured, words muffled around her finger. “Dah-tah Ba-oon ma’ I’ aw be-heh!” Piper couldn’t help giggling. Barun appeared then, setting down a sterilized silver tray with two small tools as he smirked at the child.
“Joslyn here is the Captain’s daughter- and one of my finest patients. She doesn’t squirm at all.” Joslyn beamed.

The procedure involved a metal scope and cuffed lance with rubberized tip that vibrated, chipping away at the dead enamel to expose the dentin which would automatically be sealed with a special synthetic enamel and cauterized by a heated tip. Before he used it, however, he took a thin syringe with a very thin needle and injected her with a small dose of clear liquid. There was a pinch but Piper didn’t eve flinch which seemed to enamor Joslyn who gushed at how brave she was for ‘not even jumping a little!’ Ryker merely stood there, looking on with a wrinkled nose as he watched the doctor take up his tools and finish the procedure in a matter of minutes. Finally he pulled away. “All done. You can rinse your mouth out. You shouldn’t feel anymore pain, but I’d wait for about an hour or so before you eat anything. Just to ensure it settles.” Piper pressed her cheek again.
“Wow… that is so cool!”
  SCARLET SURPRISE CREW / Malachi / 4y 147d 19h 10m 38s
“If there is anything we can do, please let us know.” Barun grinned at the Watermaid, his black eyes glittering with amusement.
“Oh I don’t think that will be necessary.” He assured kindly, draping a blanket over his captain’s willowy frame.
“This was my fault. I take responsibility for it,” Phaela said. Barun sighed, gifting them both a cordial expression.
“Honestly, I can assure you, The Captain is well and fit, she just needs rest. How were you to know that she was an Empath? It’s on her file, but it’s not something she goes around telling people either.” He said with a grin and tucked away the hyposray to be sterilized. “Don’t blame yourself.” He said and stopped at the sound of the doors opening. Shockingly it was the Captain of the Surprise that stepped through. “Ah, Captain Ryker I take it.” He said looking the human over, his jaw locked tight, and his face serious, eyes narrowed and his gait protective of the small human in his arms. She was coughing, wheezing really, with her pale blue tinted lips, and ashen skin.
“You the doc?” Ryker demanded.
“I am,” Barun began, voice distracted as he hurridly grabbed a medical scanner and approached them. “Chief Medical Officer Dr. Barun O’terra. Is she having trouble breathing?” He asked quickly approaching Ryker and the small female he carried.
“She’s not used to the air here,” Ryker told him.
“So I see. Lay her on this table here.” Barun muttered holding his scanner over Piper, as they took the bed beside Captain Allegra. “How do you feel?” He asked playing the role of his profession like a fish to water.
“My chest hurts… And my tongue feels funny… and my ears are all stuffed up…” She coughed. Barun smiled, showing his small rounded teeth and tucked away the scanner and placed the medical band on Piper’s wrist to maintain constant checks on her vitals. On the wall screen over piper’s head her entire medical stats began to take up the screen.
“Oh that’s normal.” He assured her. “It’s not life threatening. I assure you.” Barun said passing a glance to Ryker. “We have two other humans on this ship, both of them breathe the ship’s atmosphere just fine. You see it has to accomdate multiple species of life that operate and live in this ship, for Example –I require salt. I can’t get that from the air, so I mix it in my drinks. I’m an amphibious, but I have gills and a nose.” He grinned, hoping that his own physiology was entertaining to the young human. “Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Piper Pryme.” She rasped.
“Pretty name.” Barun complimented and moved over to a station to synthesize a medication to help her breathe, but he stopped, seeing that there was no medical information on Piper whatsoever. “I uhh, Miss. Pryme, Captain Ryker. I have no medical information on either of you. I’m going to go ahead and give you a small dose of Albutizine, it will open up your lungs, and help you acclimate a little faster. Promise it won’t hurt.” He said showing her the hypospray and placed it on the column of her throat. The mist shot right through her skin and tissue straight into the blood stream and worked within seconds. “Deep breath.” He took it with her, “and exhale” He exhaled with her. “Feeling better?” He asked, and smiled when she nodded her head. “Wonderful. Now, I have to do a few Medical Protocols, seeing as how you don’t have any medical file of any kind, and give you a full check up.” He looked to Ryker then and looked contrite. “Captain Ryker, I did a quick check and you have a dismal looking medical record, the last entry was made when you were but an adolescent, and the rest of your crew is also without complete medical records. For the safety and health of everyone on board, I must insist that I give them full medical check ups, vaccinations, and any treatments they needs. You know there are space ports that require you to have received certain vaccinations before you may board?” Ryker made it clear he’d known, but they’d clearly always faked their records in the past.

Barun honestly couldn’t understand why they didn’t get medical screenings –it wasn’t like the Alliance charged for such a thing… then again, the Alliance was not as strong of a presence in this quadrant of space. Currency was still used heavily. Barun spent the next half hour looking over Piper and giving her a full medical evaluation, all of her statistics posting to the screen above her bed, and showing she was fit as a horse. In the meantime he’d offered Ai and Pheala to either stay or leave, and since Ai chose to remain close to Captain Allegra, Phaela remained as a guard close to the dor.
“You’re mighty healthy for someone who’s never seen a doctor.” He said, feeling about Piper’s neck for any swollen lymphnodes. “Weak lungs, I suspect from years of breathing in unfiltered air on your ship, and slightly malnourished, but nothing alarming. All I can see from here… is you have quite the cavity in you back rear molar.” He said. “I’ll wager you’ve had a toothache for a while, yes?” He asked, when Piper confirmed it he smiled and nodded. “Well, when you’re ready to have me fix that you just let me know-“ He stopped however as the doors opened and there stood a small little girl –no older than six cycles.
“Dr. O’terra!” She greeted with an air of superiority –that was nothing short of adorable, as she was dressed in an obvious school uniform.
“Ahh, Miss. Joslyn, how is my favorite patient?”
“I’m sad! I was release from class because my mother had an accident?” She asked, her blue eyes nothing but concerned. “She’s still here isn’t she? I was going to check the bridge next.” Barun smiled, kneeling before the small girl, and from his pocket produced a small sucker. She grinned and took it from him happily enough to have the sweet.
“Our secret, and yes, she’s on that table there. She’s asleep, but don’t you worry, she’ll be just fine.”
“In time for supper?” She asked. “She promised to make Spiced Eski Fish.” Barun stood then looking contrite.
“Probably not, but you are more than welcomed to keep her company.”
“Thank you!” Barun stepped back then, letting the small girl hurry into the infirmary and stand on the stool Barun offered her at the Captain’s bedside. Joslyn looked across the bed to the etheral creature at her mother’s bedside, and nervously leaned down to whisper to her. “Mommy?” She whispered leaning over the edge of the bed, and brushed a hand over Captain Allegra’s champagne blonde hair. “Mommy will you wake up?” Barun glanced over his shoulder at Joslyn and Vale, as he finished attending to Piper and Ryker.
“Oh, Joslyn?” the little girl looked up curiously. “No telepathy, that was her accident.”
“But my mommy has a powerful brain!” She said sounding pitifully adorable.
“Yes, and it overloaded, sort of like when you plug too many systems into a power source…you know what happens right?”
“It blows up!” She suddenly gasped, horrified and leaning over her mother’s body protectively. “Did her brain blow up?” She asked eyes wide as saucers and full of fear. Barun actually chuckled.
“No… now, shhh. Let her sleep.” Joslyn nodded her head, and ‘shh’ed him back, before she sat on the stool and pet her mother’s hair, and slowly, her eyes curiously raised up to look at the veiled creature at her mother’s bedside.

“Now, where was I?” Barun asked. “I do apologize for that. Next of Kin is always informed when something happens. Ah yes!” He said pointing a finger at Piper. “Your cavities. I can fix them easy, won’t take much time, I can do it now, or you can come back later, and Captain Ryker, since I have you here… would you mind if I gave you an full Medical Screening as well?” Barun asked, it was business as usual.
  Crew of the U.S.S. Hawking / darien / 4y 148d 5h 41m 12s
Phaela and Ai stood against the wall of the medic wing, watching cautiously as the doctor and Mazon examined the captain. Ai had once again donned her veil and stood still and silent; hands clasped at her waist as she looked on at the scene. Beside her Pahela’s ears were perked, tail swishing nervously. Dear gods… if the captain died it would be hear fault. She’d never live it down. Already she could hear the Temple maids reading her the riot act and officially banning her to work for the rest of her life in the mines… Mazon eventually left and Barun turned to look at them. “I assume you were both with her when she collapsed? You’re the hand of the gods yes?”
“She is,” Phaela assured him. He nodded and gave them a wan smile.
“Her synaptic brain patterns were put into a state of flux… you must have touched her. I take it you figured out she’s an empath?”
“Obviously,” Phaela answered, nearly snapping.

Immediately she felt a pressure on her shoulder like an invisible hand; recognizing it instantly as a calming energy sent to her by Ai. Barun seemed, unfazed however, and merely smiled at them as he moved to press a hypospray against Vale’s arm to put her under into a painless sleep while she healed. “The pressure was just a little much, that why she bled, but it looks like the swelling is going down already and she just needs some rest. You have nothing to worry about…” he assured them. “She’s in good hands here.”
“If there is anything we can do, please let us know. This was my fault. I take responsibility for it,” Phaela said. Barun assured them that she would be fine just as the door to the wing slid open again.

Shockingly enough, this time it was the roguish captain of the Surprise that stepped through. Phaela’s hand immediately went to the hilt of her sword, but he didn’t even look their way- too busy stepping towards Barun with a serious look on his face. And with good reason. His arms were cradled around a much younger girl; her legs swinging limply over his arm as he carried her. Her face was pale, dark bruises beneath her eyes and lips tinted slightly dark purple. She was coughing. “You the doc?” Ryker demanded. Barun introduced himself and immediately assessed Piper without him even having to ask.
“Trouble breathing?”
“She’s not used to the air here,” Ryker told him, pony tail swinging as he gently set Piper down on the table in front of him. The girl coughed into her fist.
“My chest hurts… And my tongue feels funny… and my ears are all stuffed up…”
  SCARLET SURPRISE CREW / Malachi / 4y 149d 3h 32m 58s
Vale observed the two women before her, Watchermaid Fefi lapped at her small dish of cream, while Lady Ai simply held her warm mug clasped in her delicate hands. Lady Ai was covered from head to toe in soft gauzy fabrics that made it hard to find details about her appearance, while Fefi was clearly a Felios, most likely chosen at birth to be the guardian of the Hand, even with all the technology she carried a traditional sword at her hip. Normally Vale would have had all weaponry removed from her guests, but given the circumstance, she was forced to allow it.
"Lady Ai, I want to know how I lost you, and I want the full story from the time I picked you up from the room, to the time we got you on the Hawking. Spare me no detail... I do love stories." She said kindly, it wasn’t hard for Vale to be kind, she was a nice person –but she could be severe and stern when need be.
“We traveled from Soulstice-“ Fefi began but Vale merely gave the Felis female a look and raised her hand.
“Forgive me Watchermaid, but I require the story from the Hand herself.” She said, giving the Felis a small smile, even as she glared back.
“I am her Lady’s protector. I am her voice as well.” Vale arched a brow at that.
“So the Hand has no voice of her own?” She challenged coyly.
“No one will dare speak to her. Only to m-”

“Fefi…”

Vale tensed at the bell like voice, so soft and so pretty, it reeked of delicacy and vulnerability and Vale held her breath at the sound of it.
“The Captain has been very gracious and courageous in her rescue of us. There is no reason to dismiss her request.”
“But my Lady! You’re not-” Phaela tried but Ai without warning, Ai released her cup of tea. The cup floated in midair, leaving her hands free to take up the veil and headpiece and slowly remove it. Vale would have leaned forward, jaw slackened if she’d been any less of a woman than what she was. Instead she remained stoic, her face expressionless, even as her icy gaze raked over the Hand. She took in every detail as the veil was lifted. She was incredibly beautiful, with perfect features and large, opal eyes that caught every ounce of light so that they appeared faceted like a jewel. Lifting the veil completely, her hair spilled down from it; white hair that glimmered in metallic hues- every color of the galaxy. She was everything holy and good. The making of Stardust. Vale felt incredibly humbled, and even though she was not particularly the most religious person in the cosmos, she did slip from the couch and knelt before Ai.
“Your Holiness.”
“Please,” she said softly, every tone of her voice resonating power. “It is I who should be thanking you. You and your crew are so incredibly courageous to have rescued us and kept us safe.” Reaching up she plucked the still floating tea cup and brought it to her lap. “Now… you wanted to know of my kidnapping?”
“Yes. Please.” Vale said, standing back up and resuming her seat.
Vale pressed a recorder on her tablet to take Ai’s report, and Vale sat in stony silence as she was told truths she had a hard time believing. Xi was obviously the only one responsible –she’d admitted to that, but she hadn’t expected that Ai would have been so well cared for by the Scarlet Surprise’s crew –especially her Captain. Vale still had her reservations about them, but Ai was thorough in her report and informed Vale that no harm came to her other than the fear of the situation.
“Then for that I am glad. It seems I owe Captain Ryker an apology.” She stated, though everything in her body said she was going to despise every moment of it. Looking over she spotted her tea was empty and reached over. “Here, may I take your tea cup?” She asked, she wasn’t even slightly surprised to find it all gone, as if osmosis had allowed the liquid to move from the mug to her hands and into her body. With her life as a Ship Brat, she’d seen her fair share of strange and incredible things.
“Of course, thank you.” The Hand stated politely, and as Vale reached for the cup their hands touched, but that touch shot off into Vale’s body like an electric spark off of a power coupling. It was crippling and as Vale’s body seemed to seize on the couch, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, both cups dropped to the floor with a clatter.

Vale was a gifted Empath, she knew the risks from to time with her abilities, but she had never anticipated an effect like this. She sucked in a breath and came to as if she were the calm center of the universe, all around her she was cast in a current from the dawn of time and creation of the cosmos, memories of lives lived in different galaxies. It was dead silent, not a sound, but for the high pitched ringing in her ear, the further she was thrust into the all consuming and crippling power of Ai, she greater the weight she felt, her chest felt like it was collapsing without air and her body suddenly felt as if it was ripping every which way –she desperately tried to focus her mind to stay calm, to stay stationary, but it was no luck.
On the couch her nose began to bleed as did her ears, but she couldn’t make a sound –as if she was choking, she couldn’t even move.

The imagery flashed by rapidly for what felt like hours for Vale, her mind screaming in agony from it all, when quite suddenly the pain was drawn from her and Vale was left to gasp for breath on the cough and slumped over a hand on her mouth, to keep the nausea at bay. She felt cold, clammy and her body trembled. She felt incredibly ill and weak.
“I’m so sorry! I did not know!” The Hand pleaded desperately, her hand moving in a soothing stroke down Vale’s back to expel the excess power from her. Just the emotions alone were in such a great volume Vale physically couldn’t handle it. Panting for air, Vale finally looked at ai with bloodshot eyes, and swallowed down the desperate need to vomit and studied her, looked her in the eyes. The Hand was a flawless and seemingly carefree creation… but with her she carried the weight of the whole universe.

Vale took a shaky breath and from her face she pulled her hand away and spotted the blood, she touched her nose and felt the bleeding still slipping down her lips. It was a deep sapphire blue as it dripped down her face and from her ears.
“What?” She rasped her throat feeling raw. “I felt I was lost for hours…”
“You were seizing on the couch for only thirty seconds.” Fefi stated. Vale looked at her confused.
“But it seemed like hours to me, and the pain…mmm” She curled over, feeling ready to vomit again, and managed to tap her com badge over her chest. “Commander…” That was all it took and the automatic door slid open and Mazon stepped inside, but seeing Vale as she was, he quickly rushed over and grabbed her shoulders, kneeling before her and pushed her face back.
“You need a medic.” He stated darkly.
“I need help getting there.” She said and when she went to stand up, she nearly fell over, her knees buckling out from under her as the ship felt like it had rolled over in space, or the artificial gravity has ceased to operate, making the environment feel heavy. Mazon caught her, lifting her up into his arms and cradled her close to his chest. Looking down her saw the blood on her face painting it a lovely shade of blue, but her skin was ashen and pale, and marred by sickly sweat on her brow. Her eye lids even looked bruised as she passed out in his arms. He pinned his gaze on Ai and Fefi, but tensed seeing Ai without her veil. She was a gorgeous creature. He’d never seen anything quite as lovely as her before, and he found himself enraptured by her. He felt conflicted to stay and stare at her, or rush Vale to the medical wing.
“What… what happened?” He settled with, his eyes never leaving Ai.
“Their hands connected. We were not aware your Captain is an Empath. She’s rather powerful, she handled it well.” Fefi informed him from her place, moving to stand with Ai.
“Computer, Medical Wing.” There was a acknowledgment beep from the com system in the room and Barun’s voice came through
“Medical.”
“Barun, it’s Ritter. I’m on my way with Captain Vale… it seems she had an accident.”
“We’ll be waiting, O’terra out.”

Mazon turned his gaze on both women and waited for them to drape Ai back under her veils and he moved to leave the room. “You may follow me or I’ll have an officer escort you back to your suite.” He said starting out the door, the two officers stood at attention at the door, and if they were shocked by the show of their captain incapacitated they didn’t show it, but as Mazon made his way down the halls and into a Mag-lift he wasn’t surprised to see Ai and Fefi step inside with him and follow.
“Deck 26.”

They rode in silence down the decks until they reached the Medical deck, and Mazon stepped off and into the hall. The Aquatic doctor O’Terra was there waiting for them with a nurse, he blanched at the sight of Vale and nearly stumbled over his own two feet.
“She’s bleeding, from her ears. Hemorrhage?” He muttered to himself and from his kit scanned Vale. “She’s had excessive cerebral activity, her brain waves are fluctuating… let’s get her into observation, I’ll give her a full cranial scan, make sure nothing is damaged. “ He looked up at Ai and Fefi and his large luminous black eyes blinked sideways with a thin membrane, before he turned and escorted them all inside the Infirmary. “Lay her on the table.” He instructed. Mazon did so as Barun moved to placed a small blinking device to her forehead, from the view screen above the bed Vale’s brain began to map out along with a side task bar filled with her vitals. He stared long and hard at the screen before muttering at Mazon. “You might want to return to the bridge, inform Commander Thane that he will be Captain for the next couple days, I’m putting Vale of medical leave until I know she’s better.” Mazon nodded and slipped out of the room, and Barun turned to look at Lady Ai and Fefi. “I assume you were both with her when she collapsed? You’re the hand of the gods yes?” When Fefi confirmed that Ai was he nodded and gave them a wan smile. Her synaptic brain patterns were put into a state of flux… you must have touched her. I take it you figured out she’s an empath?” He smiled at them, ever friendly and moved to press a hypospray against Vale’s arm to put her under into a painless sleep while she healed. “The pressure was just a little much, that why she bled, but it looks like the swelling is going down already and she just needs some rest. You have nothing to worry about…” He assured them. “She’s in good hands here.”
  Crew of the U.S.S. Hawking / darien / 4y 177d 4h 1m 31s
Mazon gave a polite nod of his head and looked into the room past Phaela to Ai. Beneath her veil and robes, Ai stiffened in fear; unable to help it. Back home, no men were allowed anywhere near the temple where she had been born and raised, and had remained all her life. She didn’t think she would ever be used to them… Her rainbow colored eyes glittered as they met his blue ones, and immediately she dound his aura. It was powerful, but there was very little red or black. Most of it was a deep green with strands of violet, blue, and yellow. "Watchermaid,” he said with a nod. “Lady Ai. If you would please accompany us to the Observation Deck, Captain Allegra wishes to speak with you.” Immediately Ai glanced at Phaela who straightened.
“For what reason does she require us?” she asked, tail twitching ever so slightly. Mason held up a placating hand.
“It is nothing to be concerned about, just standard procedure," he assured them, and stepped to the side, gesturing towards the doorway. Phaela nodded and turned to look at Ai. Their gaze met and she gave her a reassuring smile.
[i “Don’t worry,”] the words entered Ai’s mind telepathically. [i “I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”]
[i “I know,”] Ai said, giving her the tiniest of nods. Phaela turned back to Mason and lifted her chin as if to give him the air that she was no-nonsense at all.
“We accept the Captain’s gracious invitation.” He looked like he might have been amused but nodded anyhow and they followed behind him, Phaela’s hand forever rested at the ready on the pommel of the blade at her hip.

Mazon led the way towards the Mag-lift, and they went all the way up to Observation and Astro-Cartagraphy. Another hallway more and they entered through two sliding doors into an almost cavern like room, dimly lit with a massive dome glass structure over their heads peering out into space. Upon their entrance the lights illuminated and Vale was seen standing in the middle of the room, cup of Hopai in her hands, and a smile on her face. "Welcome. Lady Ai, and Watchermaid."
“Good day to you Captain Allegra,” Phaela said with a bow of her head as she raised her open palms upwards- a sign of respect and peaceful greeting of those on Soulstice. The doors slid closed with the Security officer standing out in the hall and with an open arm, Vale ushered them to a lush couch along one of the windows. "Please sit. I'm so glad you could join me this morning. I promise this will not take long." Vale waited for Ai and Phaela to sit down and Vale sat down beside Ai, meanwhlie Mazon slipped out the room to wait outside.

Once the doors closed, Vale gave the woman a kind smile. "I want to start by apologizing for ever losing sight of you. You were placed in my care, and I lost you. I blame no one but myself, and can only thank the gods you have been returned safely. I can't promise it won't happen again, we have a very long trip to make to Veridian Prime, and I'll be frank... this is a Science ship -it's not tactical, it's not military... I did not learn of this mission until I got here, and now here we are.” Phaela gave a gesture.
“I speak for the Hand. I promise you she does not place blame on you or your crew.” Vale gave her an appreciative nod.
“I would like to debrief you on the mission details -but all you need to know is that I will be taking you to Veridian Prime... because that's all Alliance Command has told me to do. Protect you and deliver you to the Capital City. Once there you will meet with Prime Minister Allegra Garrak and the Elite Admirals, Ambassadors and Officers of Alliance Command. Afterwards I will be leaving Veridian Space for my next mission. I don't know what they have planned for you, and I don't want to know, but I would like to wish you the best of luck in whatever it is you have to do. Now…" She took a deep breath to break up her speech and took a sip of her Hopai. "Can I get you anything to drink before we go over what happened at Darbune?" Phaela glanced at Air who lowered her eyes and offered a silent exchange, and she turned then to Vale.
“The Hand wishes tea. And I will take cream… if you have it.” Vale smiled and got to her feet, setting her cup down on a side table and gathered them both their drinks, before returning to the seats and serving them.
“We thank you,” Phaela smiled with a raise of her glass, as if toasting the Captain, and then tipped the cup to her lips. What Vale could not see is the way her tongue darted out to lap the frosty, white liquid, and though she said nothing, her tail curled at the end in pleasure; causing Ai to try not to giggle out loud. She, however, did not drink her own tea; merely kept her hands clasped gently around the cup as if drawing warmth from it. When Vale was settled once again, she plucked her hopai from the table and proceeded to lean back against the plush seat.
"Lady Ai, I want to know how I lost you, and I want the full story from the time I picked you up from the room, to the time we got you on the Hawking. Spare me no detail... I do love stories."
“We traveled from Soulstice-“ Phaela began but Vale merely gave the Felis female a look.
“Forgive me Watchermaid, but I require the story from the Hand herself.” Phaela frowned.
“I am her Lady’s protecter. I am her voice as well. No one will dare speak to her. Only to m-”
“Fefi…”

Both Vale and Phaela seemed to tense is surprise at the sound of the soft, gentle voice that came from none other than Ai herself. She reached out and set a hand to Phaela’s shoulder. “The Captain has been very gracious and courageous in her rescue of us. There is no reason to dismiss her request.”
“But my Lady! You’re not-” Phaela tried but Ai without warning, Ai released her cup of tea. The cup floated in midair, leaving her hands free to take up the veil and headpiece and slowly remove it. It revealed her face- young and incredibly beautiful, with perfect features and large, opal eyes that caught every ounce of light so that they appeared faceted like a jewel. Lifting the veil completely, her hair spilled down from it; white hair that glimmered in metallic hues- every color of the galaxy. Her ears were delicately pointed, her lips and cheeks flushed with a pale and pretty orchid blush. On the flesh of her forehead was a symbol, the shape disappearing up into her hair. Setting her veil to the side she smiled cheerfully at Vale who immediately lowered herself into a bow.
“Please,” she said softly, every tone of her voice resonating power. “It is I who should be thanking you. You and your crew are so incredibly courageous to have rescued us and kept us safe.” Reaching up she plucked the still floating tea cup and brought it to her lap. “Now… you wanted to know of my kidnapping?”

For the next few minutes, Ai regaled Vale with the details of her abduction, offering her what may have been some surprising insight into the Scarlet Surprise’s crew members. How Xi’na was the one responsible, and not only did Ryker have nothing to do with her kidnapping, but he’d wanted to try and find a way to bring her back to the authorities. How he had protected her and kept her safe on his ship. When she was finished, she smiled and held out the tea cup. It was empty, despite the fact that she hadn’t taken a single drink. When Vale reached for it, their fingers brushed and without warning the Captain sucked in the sharpest of breaths and the cup fell with a clatter to the floor. She suddenly looked like she was in pain, clutching her head. Ai gasped and gripped her hand into a fist, pressing it to her chest. “Oh dear! You’re an empathy I did not know!” Raising a hand she reached out and pressed her dainty fingertips to Vale’s chest and immediately Vale let out a breath, looking for all the world like she could breathe again. Ai looked distraught. “I’m so sorry! I did not know!”

Vale was an empathy who had just touched one of the most powerful beings of the galaxy- practically mother-nature embodied. Their contact had given her a sheer rush of emotion and power unlike anything she’d ever known. Ai quickly drained the excess, relieving Vale of the weight, but not before allowing the Captain a glimpse of the truth. Behind Ai’s perfect smile was the weight of an entire universe…
  SCARLET SURPRISE CREW / Malachi / 4y 190d 2h 56m 55s
Mazon Ritter woke up that morning to the alarm that beeped on the pad resting on his bedside table. Mazon was always an early to rise person, he took to the Ship's Fitness Bay, preformed his morning exercises with Bo'Kesh, Aulra and Vale as he normally did, then they parted ways. Bo'Kesh and Aulra to the bridge, Vale to the Lounge for her Hopai, and Mazon departed to collect the Holy Hand to meet with Vale. It was a typical morning for him, however; it wasn't every morning you got to escort the Hand to the Goddess -let alone lay eyes on her. He would have been lying if he said he wasn't even the slight bit interested in seeing her. He, like most of the crew -wanted to see her. Word traveled fast on the Hawking -but that was another usual for him.

There was only one thing he had to do before collecting the hand. He had to check on the Sypherion. Since Sypherion's didn't eat food the way most organic beings did, he was thankful he didn't have to listen to her prattle on about pointless things, or her sarcasm. Instead he stopped by the room, walked in, checked her restraints, checked the log to see if she'd attempted to break out, and without a word left Xi alone in the darkness once more. It may have been viewed as cruel, but they were trying to break her down into being more compliant. The wraith didn't seem pleased to still be locked up either, but he said nothing -just sat in his cell staring with his eerie eyes at Mazon. Mazon ignored it... he wasn't sure which was more unnerving, the Sypherion onboard, or the wraith.

Finishing his rounds, he left Security and made his way to the Habitat levels. In the Ambassador Suite was where they had stationed the Hand and her personal Watchermaid. Mazon was accompanied by a Security Officer, the red bands on their uniform standing out and denoting their department.
"So this is really [i The Hand]." The Officer said doing his best contain his excitement.
"Yes." Mazon muttered, moving through the halls of the ship with long even strides.
"Do you really think she's as powerful as everyone says?" Mazon stopped right outside the door to the Hand's room and stopped the Officer.
"Does it really matter?" He asked back. The Officer struggled to reply -stumped by Mazon's, but with the look her received he quickly realized the question was rhetorical because: No, it didn't matter. She was still the Holy Hand and Prophet to the Goddess. "Not another word." Mazon ordered, and the Officer gave a nod of his head as Mazon pressed the Door Chime.

“Who is it?” came a firm but feminine voice -no doubt the watchermaid.
“Ma’am? This is Commander Ritter. I am here to escort you to see the captain...” There was a moment of silence and finally the door slid open to reveal a Felios. He'd seen the Watchermaid earlier in Darbune, but had not seen her again since returning to the Hawking. Upon further inspection he noted her feline like features and the shock of orange hues to her skin and the black stripes that seemed to cover her body -or at least what he could see. His look remained indifferent -
“Commander.” She greeted. Mazon gave a polite nod of his head and looked into the room past Phaela to Ai.
"Watchermaid, Lady Ai. If you would please accompany us to the Observation Deck, Captain Allegra wishes to speak with you. It is nothing to be concerned about, just standard procedure." He assured them, and stepped to the side to allow Phaela and Ai to step out of the room.

Mazon led the way towards the Mag-lift, and they went all the way up to Observation and Astro-Cartagraphy. Another Hallway more and they entered through two sliding doors into an almost cavern like room, dimly lit with a massive dome glass structure over their heads peering out into space. Upon their entrance the lights illuminated and Vale was seen standing in the middle of the room, cup of Hopai in her hands, and a smile on her face.
"Welcome. Lady Ai, and Watchermaid." The doors slid closed with the Security officer standing out in the hall and with an open arm, Vale ushered them to a lush couch along one of the windows. "Please sit. I'm so glad you could join me this morning. I promise this will not take long." Vale waited for Ai and Phaela to sit down and Vale sat down beside Ai, meanwhlie Mazon slipped out the room to wait outside.

Once the doors closed, Vale gave the woman a kind smile. "I want to start by apologizing for ever loosing sight of you. You were placed in my care, and I lost you. I blame no one but myself, and can only thank the gods you have been returned safely. I can't promise it won't happen again, we have a very long trip to make to Veridian Prime, and I'll be frank... this is a Science ship -it's not tactical, it's not military... I did not learn of this mission until I got here, and now here we are. I would like to debrief you on the mission details -but all you need to know is that I will be taking you to Veridian Prime... because that's all Alliance Command has told me to do. Protect you and deliver you to the Capital City. Once there you will meet with Prime Minister Allegra Garrak and the Elite Admirals, Ambassadors and Officers of Alliance Command. Afterwards I will be leaving Veridian Space for my next mission. I don't know what they have planned for you, and I don't want to know, but I would like to wish you the best of luck in whatever if is you have to do. Now," She took a deep breath to break up her speech and took a sip of her Hopai.

"Can I get you anything to drink before we go over what happened at Darbune?" Ai admitted she would like tea, and Vale got to her feet, setting her cup down on a side table and gathered them both tea, before returning to the seats and serving them their drinks. "Lady Ai, I want to know how I lost you, and I want the full story from the time I picked you up from the room, to the time we got you on the Hawking. Spare me no detail... I do love stories." She advised, reclaiming her seat and settling in for Ai to tell her, the story.
  Crew of the U.S.S. Hawking / darien / 4y 260d 2h 50m 10s
[b [i 0730, DECK 9, QUARTERS FOR 'THE HAND'...]]

Ai opened her eyes, finding herself looking up at a dark, metallic ceiling; its stainless steel cover reflecting a haze, warped version of her image. For a long moment she remained as she was, eyes above her, gathering her senses as she was forced to recall where she was and how she got there. A chorus of of deliberately sharp exhales met her ears and she turned her head seeing none other than Phaela standing at the other end of the room, her hands holding two, crescent blades that she wielded with deadly precision; slicing through the air in a set of positions so graceful they seemed more like a dance than practice. For once, she was out of her watchermaid garb, and it revealed the extent of her skin. Her flesh was a soft, orange-gold, dark tiger strikes patterned along her arms and shoulders. Her hair was down, damp from a wash, and the same chocolate brown as her stripes, and in an impossibly straight waterfall to her hips; the end cut with a blade every month so that it lay impossibly even. With every move with fluttered soft and graceful behind her, while her tail swished in an arc. In a move, she turned with blades poised out before her and her amber eyes flared to life when they saw she was awake. “My Lady!” she breathed, immediately dropping into a bow. “You’re awake.”

Ai sighed and pushed up into a seated position, her own rainbow waves gently mussed from sleep. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Fefi?” Phaela’s ears twitched.
“Ai... you know it can’t be like it used to.”
“Why not?” She sighed and looked away, pretending to busy herself with checking her blades.
“It just can’t. You’re my lady. Hand of the Goddess I’m your guardian. That’s all. We can’t be... the way we used to be.” Ai watched her sadly as she went to dress, her uniform at the ready on the end of the cot.
“Did you at least sleep well?”
“Yes I did.”
“Liar.” Phaela glanced at her sheepishly.
“Ok, so I admit... I’m not used to it being so... loud at night.” Ai arched a brow.
“We had sounds back on Soulstice.”
“Yeah, but those were natural- the nightbirds. The lyranyx. The water. This... isn’t like that.” Aid smiled.
“I know what you mean. It’s cold here, too.”
“Space is cold,” Phaela muttered, tightening her sash around her hips before sitting down to wrap her legs and arms in their cream colored gauze.

A loud ‘beeping’ filled the air, causing Ai to zero in on the noise coming from the halo-com unit embedded in the center of the table. The flat round disk flashed red, and Phaela made her way over, brushing her fingers against it with a light tap. “Yes?”
[i “This is Cadet Rhine, calling for a representative of her Holiness.”] Phaela didn‘t seem surprised.
“This is Watchermaid Phaela. I am her Holiness’ point of contact. Go ahead.”
[i “The Captain of the vessel, Allegra Vale, sends an express invitation to her holiness to join her this morning on the observation deck.”] Pheala frowned.
“Tell her we shall join her shortly.”
[i “Message sent.... Recieved. An escort has been assigned and will meet you outside your wing.”]
“Thank you,” Phaela said and the transmission ended.

“What does she want?” Ai asked, suddenly looking nervous, as Phaela went to their replicator, opening up a side slot and putting in a programming disk of her own. After selecting the settings, she had it recreate her holy veil that had been destroyed during the kidnapping attempt.
“She probably wants to go over mission procedures with you,” she said, helping her into it. As Ai smoothed out the violet robe, Phaela carefully wrapped her throat with an deep green and blue sash before tucking her hair beneath the headpiece. Lastly, she secured the veil into place so that only Ai’s eyes could be seen.
“Must I wear this here?” she murmured. Phaela smiled, turning to her own luggage and quickly securing her weapons.
“Sorry Ai, you know the rules. No one can see you.” Ai rolled her rainbow colored irises.
“And that men judge ye by what thy convey in physicality, so shall he denounce you. Only in action may he find true meaning and enlightning. Praise be to the Goddess,” she recited dutifully from scripture. Phaela grinned, flashing petite fangs.
“Exactly. So be a good hand of the goddess and pretend to be a big fluffy flower, ok?” Ai giggled.

The giggles ended, however, when there was a knock on the door. Quicker than even Ai could blink, Phaela had unsheathed a blade and held it at the ready. “Who is it?” The voice that came through the other side was muffled yet familiar.
“Ma’am? This is Commander Mazon. I am here to escort you to see the captain...” Just as quickly, she had stowed her blade again. Immediately Ai lowered her eyes, body assuming the position of humility yet holiness; with hands folded against her lower half. Her hands were the only things visible, the white skin decorated by the marks that she had been born with, which had proven her to be the hand of the Goddess. When Phalea saw that she was ready she hit the control panel. The door slid open to reveal him and another officer at the ready. Phaela gave a nod of her head.
“Commander.” Ai, however, saw something she rarely did- Phaela’s tail curled up behind her; hidden from the man’s eyes. She only did that when she was feeling a rush of emotion.. The sight made her study the strange, tall Veridian a bit more close. Phaela, on the other hand, was glad that her kind did not blush. Or at least you couldn’t see it... Since laying her eyes on him just yesterday she’d thought him to be amazingly handsome.
  SCARLET SURPRISE CREW / Malachi / 4y 264d 18h 8m 59s
He liked, by golly he liked it, he really did. Sly watched pleased to see him take another bite, Fleck included and Samir chuckled.
“I’m glad to see you like it. Let me know if I can get you anything else.” He said and wandered off to take care of other officers.
“Your position?” Sly asked again and Yuri regarded him with a neutral gaze.
“I am... of no particular importance,” he replied.
“That's just his way of saying he does everything,” Molly muttered. Sly was impressed.
“Everything? What all do you do?” Sly asked –curious as ever, a human trait shared equally with Humans.
“I do what I can,” he said with a shrug, still invested in his meal. “Mostly I fix things when they break. Mechanics. Aeration. Engines.”
“He’s the cook too,” Molly said. “And he sews. Melds our light-sail system too...” Sly grinned.
“Well you do, do everything. That’s impressive –Ship’s handyman.” Sly said with a grin. “I have to admit, I’m a little shocked, you said lightsails? That’s old technology. What inspirers you to keep such low tech equipment about?”
“The sails are quiet and easily stored,” Yuri told him. “They’re our back up if the engines fail.”


Oh yeah… those engines… he’d seen the engines, a hodpodge of random technology fused together and rigged to work in ways he couldn’t understand. There was so much going on he wasn’t sure what was up from down with them… not without taking them apart.
“Ah, now that makes sense.” He agreed. “Doesn’t hurt to have back up.”
“We also use them for squeezing into... tight places,” Molly smirked. “They’re undetectable by radar, and even the high-powered electromagnetic field processors have a hard time picking them up. We break them out when we don’t want to be found. Helps us get where we need to go in those places we don’t want to be found...” Sly smirked at her, fully impressed by their resourcefullness.
“I want a look at these Sails… never actually seen any in person before. We never even covered them in engineering classes at the Academy, there wasn’t a need, I am interested in them though, but I’ve never taken the time to learn about them. You know if you’d used those to get away from Darbune we probably never would have been able to find you…” He admitted. “I don’t believe even our scanners would have picked you up –not without looking for photonic energy concentrations.” He was thinking outloud then, when he realized they were staring at him. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Just a thought… but now I know what to look for if I have to go looking.” He said with a wink.
Sly took one more helping bite of his breakfast before tapping at his personal tablet and saw the time. “Oh wow… I had no idea how late it was! I have to get down to the cargo bay and get on duty.” He took one final bite of his meal and pushed his drink back. Swallowing it all down he looked to Molly and Yuri. “Thank you so much for joining me this morning, I wish I could stay longer, Molly I hope to see you later in Cargo bay 3. That’s where we have the Surprise stored and will be conducting repairs. Mr. Yaserkov, a please meeting you… goodbye.” He said warmly and grabbed his tablet heading out the door when he nearly collided with the Captain.
“Mr. Faraday.” She looked to an actual watch she wore on her wrist and gave him a look. “Running a little late today?” She teased coyly. Sly just offered her his usual grin and gave her a polite tilt of his head.
“I was preoccupied.” He said and motioned with a hand towards Molly and Yuri. Her expression didn’t change but she gave an understanding nod of her head.
“Carry on.” She told him and entered into the lounge, before she ever had to ask for it Samir was there with her hot cup of Hopai and handed it off to her. She looked in Molly and Yuri’s direction and moved to introduce herself. She saw him plate and a look of amusment crossed her face. “I’m impressed… I didn’t think a human would ever try Fleck, insects are not something humans typically eat I don’t believe.” She gave her coffe a cursory glance before settling her gaze on Molly. “Ms. Molly, I’m glad to see you out of Medical so soon and looking well. “I hope Lt. Cmdr. Faraday informed you of your ship? It’s extensive repairs and the time it’s going to take.” Molly informed her he had and Vale was satisfied. Awkwardly she looked to them both, gave a polite smile and bid them good day before she too left for the bridge.

Samir was at their end of the bar after she left and took up Molly’s empty plate, giving the two of them a warm expression. Friendly as ever he leaned across the bar to whisper with them. “I don’t know if you know, but that was Captain Allegra, stern… but she’s nice a woman –would do anything for anyone, but you cross her…” He shook his head letting out a whistle. “Give her some time to warm up around you all, she’s still a little sore over the who situation, and I think more upset with herself for letting it happen in the first place…. This is her first mission Captaining a ship. Just a year ago she was only a First Officer to the previous Captain of this ship, but he retired and the Alliance saw fit to give the ship to her, and it was when she was a First Officer she took my case for Asylum on the ship and got me a job here. You know… the Alliance isn’t all that bad.” He informed them. “Now here… take these.” He handed them both their very own tablets. “These are guest tabs, you’ll find maps of the ships, and event schedules.” He opened one of the icons on the tablet and up came a list of events. “Ah! See, there’s going to be a performace tonight in the Simulator. We have a quartet of very fine muscians, and we run a program like an old music hall. If you’re interested, or bored… you are more than welcome to any of these events. There’s also news, articles, and you’ll have access to the ships rodster so you can know the crew. You’ll also find on here that you may not be able to access certain things. That’s normal and for the best. Oh, one more thing, if you wish to request an appointment with the Captain, all you have to do is send her a message. It goes straight to her tablet and she’s very prompt with her responses. You can reach anyone you want with these, including myself with any question you might have. I hope you like here as much as I do.” He said and gave them a grin before his name was called in greeting by a group of young ensigns.
  Captain Allegra Vale / darien / 4y 264d 21h 3m 18s
Sly slid down from his seat, righting his uniform and extending a hand forward. "Mr. Yaserkov, I am Lt. Cmdr. Sylvester Faraday, Chief of Engineering." Yuri took his proffered hand and gave it a firm shake.
“[i Priyatno poznakomit'sya,]” he replied. “It’s a pleasure.” Sly smiled and gestured to the bar.
"Please, will you join us?" Yuri looked to Molly and gave a nod of his head, and took up the seat on Molly's other side. Samir took his chance then to introduce himself and offered Yuri a polite nod of his head, which Yuri returned.
"Mr. Yaserkov, I am Samir -proprietor of this Lounge. Can I get you something to eat and drink? I've got a wide variety of dishes from across the galaxy. Can I get you a menu?" Yuri held up a hand.
"No. But thank you. Surprise me." Samir smirked.
"Coming right up." And he vanished into the back kitchen area.

Yuri took the opportunity to look Molly over as she sat eating. “You look healthy.”
“I’m fine.”
“They said you were hurt.” Molly shrugged.
“I got better.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Thanks [i dad].” Sly looked like he wanted to laugh, but instead leaned forward in his seat to converse more easily with Yuri, and casually broke apart his food into smaller bites.
"Mr. Yaserkov, I was just about to tell Miss Molly here, about the damage report on the Surprise." Immediately Molly’s fork stilled and she looked at him.
“Is she bad?” she demanded. Sly looked contrite.
"I'm afraid the damage is rather extensive. It's going to take a long time to fix it, a lot of things the replicators can't make, some pieces will have to be welded and formed. Nothing we can't handle," Sly assured. "But it will be time consuming and tedious." He shrugged and gave a confident smile to Molly and Yuri. "It's nothing we can't fix, but I did want to ask you, Molly if you'd assist me, or rather, allow me to assist you in repairs of your ship... You are the Engineer correct?" Molly seemed to consider it.
“Yeah. I suppose I am...” Sly suddenly looked excited.
"That's wonderful,” he said, beaming. “I was so hoping you were! I didn't want to assume of course, but I thought you might be." Sly looked over at Yuri with his usual happy countenance. "And Mr. Yaserkov, what is your position on the Surprise?"

Yuri didn't get a change to answer right away as Samir returned with a rather interesting dish. It was a bowl filled with an egg like soup, a plate of toasted bread strips, cuts of a dark reddish kind of meat, and a side that looked like fried worms. "This is one of my best selling breakfasts, Veridian Egg Soup, cut and browned Eski fish with wheat bread sticks, and side of Fleck. Enjoy." For a moment Yuri looked the plate over.
“Fleck?” he repeated.
“The Fleck tastes just like Earth Potatoes... only they've got a spicy kick to them. Like pepper. I promise, it's good.”
“Wasn't yours good Molly?" Sly asked her. "You sure are eating pretty fast. Did they starve you in the medical wing?" he teased. Molly however froze with her fork midair... and for a moment it looked like she was going to put it down and stop, but after a moments he finished the bite.
“So what? I was hungry.” It was then Sly caught Yuri bringing a bite of the toast and all the fixings to his mouth and both Sly and Samir watched... With the toast he scooped up several fixings, including a portion of fleck, and ate it, chewing and swallowing without an expression.
“How do you find it?” Samir asked curiously. Yuri seemed to chew thoughtfully and swallowed.
“Very good. My thanks.” The man behind the counter looked pleased.

“Your position?” Sly asked again and Yuri regarded him with a neutral gaze.
“I am... of no particular importance,” he replied.
“That's just his way of saying he does [i everything],” Molly muttered. Sly seemed intrigued and when he asked them to explain further, Yuri shrugged.
“I do what I can,” he said. “Mostly I fix things when they break. Mechanics. Aeration. Engines.”
“He’s the cook too,” Molly said. “And he sews. Melds our light-sail system too...” Sly looked confused. Light sails were old tech and not often used aboard ships anymore.
“The sails are quiet and easily stored,” Yuri told him. “They’re our back up if the engines fail.”
“We also use them for squeezing into... [i tight] places,” Molly smirked. “Their undetectable by radar, and even the high-powered electromagnetic field processors have a hard time picking them up. We break them out when we don’t want to be found. Helps us get where we need to go in those places we don’t want to be found...”
  SCARLET SURPRISE CREW / Malachi / 4y 265d 16h 37m 52s
Samir and Sly watched in awe as Molly chugged the drink when she should have been sipping it. Sly actually sat with his mouth agape with his fork raised in midair. She drank every last drop and set the cup down on the table and looked thoughtful. Not entirely pleased either.
"Well, you must have been thirsty." Samir said. "How was it?" But he knew... she knew. It wasn't real alcohol. It was Synthahol, tasted and felt like regular Alcohol without the blackout and bad hangover. She knew it too.
“Um- tastes great. Now can I have a real one?” He should have known. He could see an addict when there was one to be seen.
"We have certain rules in my establishment. One of those is I do not serve Alcohol. I very well can't have intoxicated Officers when an emergency might crop up. This is not to say Alcohol is prohibited from the ship, private stocks are acceptable, but you will not find a drop of Alcohol in this Lounge or any other Alliance Officer Lounge. Those are the rules." Samir said with great tact and politeness. Sly sat there awkwardly as Molly stared on in disbelief.
“Hold up, " She snapped waving a hand. Samir was unphased by her actions. "You mean to tell me there’s not one drop of real liqour in this joint?" Samir glanced up at the newcomer who came up from behind Molly. He was the Cyborg from the Surprise, but Samir kept his attention mostly on Molly.
"that is correct." he informed her.
"Just what kind of bar you runnin’ anyway?!” She pushed the plate forward when a heavy metallic hand came down on her shoulder with enough force to push her back in her seat. Her head whipped around and Yuri was there, his eyes gleaming a warning. Sly watched on nervously, and people around them began to take notice of the scene.

“The man made you a meal,” he said, voice gruff. “I suggest you eat it.” She glared at him, white knuckles grinding into the bar top.
“They don’t have-” He slammed something down in front of her- a silver flask. Sly and Samir watched the silent exchange that transpired between them. Molly reaching for her flash and the Cyborg keeping it out of reach. It wasn't until Molly relented and offered forward her cup, did the Cyborg pour her a helping amount. Sly watched, stunned as she drank it down in two large gulps. Yuri clasped the flask back to his belt without a word and then finally greeted Sly and Samir. “I’m Yuri Yaserkov,” he greeted. Beside them Molly let out a gasp, and finally dug into her meal.

Sly slid down from his seat, righting his uniform and extending a hand forward. "Mr. Yaserkov, I am Lt. Cmdr. Sylvester Faraday, Chief of Engineering." Yuri took his proffered hand and gave it a firm shake. Sly smiled freely knowing that this Yuri man was seemingly agreeable. "Please, will you join us?" Yuri looked to Molly and gave a nod of his head, and took up the seat on Molly's other side. Samir took his chance then to introduce himself and offered Yuri a polite nod of his head.
"Mr. Yaserkov, I am Samir -proprietor of this Lounge. Can I get you something to eat and drink?" He asked. "I've got a wide variety of dishes from across the galaxy." He added with an excited smile. "Can I get you a menu?"
"No, Surprise me." the Cybernetic man suggested. Samir smirked.
"Coming right up." And he vanished into the back kitchen area.

Sly leaned forward in his seat to converse more easily with Yuri, and casually broke apart his food into smaller bites. "Mr. Yaserkov, I was just about to tell Mr. Molly about the damage report on the Surprise." That seemed to pique Molly's interest and she turned to give him a look. "I'm afraid the damage is rather extensive. It's going to take a long time to fix it, a lot of things the replicators can't make, some pieces will have to be welded and formed. Nothing we can't handle," Sly assured. "But it will be time consuming and tedious." He shrugged and gave a confident smile to Molly and Yuri. "It's nothing we can't fix, but I did want to ask you, Molly if you'd assist me, or rather, allow me to assist you in repairs of your ship... You are the Engineer correct?" He questioned. She confined it and something in his expression changed... like a mass of respect settled in him. He had the look of a man who respected her. "That's wonderful, I was so hoping you were. I didn't want to assume of course, but I thought you might be." Sly looked over at Yuri with his usual happy countenance. "And Mr. Yaserkov, what is your position on the Surprise?" He asked curiously.

Yuri didn't get a change to answer right away as Samir returned with a rather interesting dish. It was a bowl filled with an egg like soup, a plate of toasted bread strips, cuts of a dark reddish kind of meat, and a side that looked like fried worms. "This is one of my best selling breakfasts, Veridian Egg Soup, cut and browned Eski fish with wheat bread sticks, and side of Fleck." He pointed to the fried worms. Enjoy." Sly watched curiously as the man looked about and certainly didn't like the look of the Fleck. Sly smiled at the look on his face as he cautiously picked up his fork.
"The Fleck tastes just like Earth Potatoes... only they've got a spicy kick to them. Like pepper. I promise, it's good. Wasn't yours good Molly?" Sly asked her. "You sure are eating pretty fast. Did they starve you in the medical wing?" he teased in that suave way and took a bite from his fork, chewing it methodically and swallowing it down. It was then Sly caught Yuri bringing a bite of the toast and all the fixings to his mouth and both Sly and Samir watched....
  darien / 4y 265d 17h 33m 0s
Samir's expression actually fell and he shrugged. "I don't normally serve drinks during breakfast..." just like that his smile was back, and only for Molly. "Perhaps you'll start a trend... a breakfast drink perhaps?" Molly arched a brow. Breakfast drink? What the hell was that supposed to be? If by ‘breakfast’ he meant booze served on the rocks, then sure why not? But judging by the canteen operator’s looks, she highly doubted it. From beside her, Sly smiled.
"I think that would be perfect, with two Eggs Benedict, if you please." He looked to her, hands folded against the bar top. "I really think you're going to like them. Everyone who's tried them has loved them... It's the one Earth Dish everyone on Board eats pretty regularly."
“Sounds great...” she muttered trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. Samir nodded and took off to the back.

For awhile Molly awkwardly sat in silence, studying the rest of the people out of the corner of her good eye. She kept her shoulders hunched, one hand pressed subtly against the side of her face in an effort to hide the massive scar she knew everyone could fucking see. Sure she’d been to plenty of bars in her time, and in another place, at another time, a scar might be welcomed. People tended to back off. But this wasn’t some dumpy pub in a trashed space port. It was a ‘lounge’, full of smartly dressed, clean officers... And their uniforms and well kempt appearances made her feel dirty. But then... she was dirty. A dirty fucking whore. Her stomach twisted and suddenly she really wanted that alcohol....

“Hey there stranger,” she heard a voice, and turned, eyes widening slightly at the sight of the woman who had suddenly sidled up to Sly.
"Fiora..." Sly greeted coyly as she leaned into his side.
"Sylvester..." she teased. She was dressed in an Alliance dress uniform, and her powder blue skin was offset beautifully by her white hair and large eyes. The sight of her immediately made Molly feel even more like a slob. She gave his shoulders a firm squeeze with her hands and grinned. "I didn't see you last night at the performance." Sly put on his best smile and nodded.
"Ah yes, I know... I do apologize. I was sent on an Away Mission." She pouted.
"So I heard." Suddenly her gaze met Molly’s. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Ms. Molly of the Scarlet Surprise, Molly this is Officer Fiora Knowles."
“Um... hi.”

At the mention of Molly's station Fiora's eyes glittered. "You were on that ship that was impounded!" she gasped, rushing away from Sly to sit beside her. She instantly propped her chin up against her hand on the bar and smiled, with a set of perfect white teeth, her eerie blue eyes searching the telephec’s face. Molly kept her face turned ahead so she wouldn’t see her dead eye. "Well this is exciting, and you're a Telephec! I haven't seen another Telephec since I left the colony where I grew up. Did you grow up on the homeworld? I was lived on the Capri Moon Base. I-"
"Fiora," Sly interrupted as politely as possible. She stopped, batting her incredibly long lashes at him, her voluminous lips parted sweetly and looking as innocently as possible. He could tell Molly was uncomfortable around Fiora, and so he stood up to place his arm to the small of her back and led her away.

For the first time since meeting him, Molly was greatful for Sly’s presence. Sure he was still annoying as shit... but there was something about him. She watched him from afar, cheeks blushing at the way he grinned at Fiora and touched her so casually... She was jealous and she didn’t know why. It’s not like she had any reason to be. She hardly knew him and certainly not her. By the looks of them, they probably slept together. Immediately she wrinkled her nose and looked away. Ignoring it when Fiora called out her goodbye. It was then that Samir appeared and set their plates of food and drinks down, and Sly returned. She kept her eyes on her food, however. Or... was this food? It looked weird- some white jiggly circles with a yellow sauce dripping down the side. The smell of citrus and protein assaulted her nose.
"Enjoy..." he said, giving Sly a knowing look, and then grinned at Molly, placing a glass before her. "Go ahead and try your drink, let me know if it's alright." he offered. She arched a brow before picking it up. The glass was ice cold, condensation dripping from the rim. It held a liquid that was golden in color and carbonated; the pop of bubbles fizzing on the surface. She gave it a sniff and smelled oranges. Well Xi’na would certainly like this. Her kind had to get a lot of vitamin c, and when they didn’t drink blood, they lived off fruits that grew in the ash of their planet. Shrugging she gave him a salute with the glass- “bottoms up”- and tossed it back; swallowing the entire thing in one gulp in a way that revealed it certainly wasn’t her first.

Synthahol.

Fuck.

Setting down the glass she swallowed and wiped her mouth off with her sleeve unable to keep the disappointment out of her eyes. If they thought that they could trick her into believing the drinks here were spiked, they had another thing coming. She was a professional drinker, and immediately her veins flooded with angry endocrines, upset that their needs weren’t being met. It had been a couple days since she’d had a drink, and she was thirstier than ever... “How is it?” Samir asked, drawing her attention. She forced a smile.
“Um- tastes great. Now can I have a real one?” Samir arched a brow before shaking his head and explaining her reasons as to why alcohol was banned on premise. Her expression turned to one of disbelief. “Hold up, you mean to tell me there’s not one drop of real liqour in this joint? Just what kind of bar you runnin’ anyway?!” She pushed the plate forward, not even touching the food and went to get up, skin itching for want of what she couldn’t have. Immediately a heavy hand came down on her shoulder with enough force to push her back in her seat. Her head whipped around and Yuri was there, his eyes gleaming a warning.

“The man made you a meal,” he said, voice gruff. “I suggest you eat it.” She glared at him, white knuckles grinding into the bartop.
“They don’t have-” He slammed something down in front of her- a silver flask. Her eyes widened and she went to grab it, but Yuri was quick to snatch it back. He gave her a look. Molly swallowed, fighting to keep from yelling at him, but shockingly enough she merely took her now empty glass and pushed it before him. Carefuilly he unscrewed the top and poured her a glass worth’s of clear liquid before recapping it. Molly didn’t argue, or hesitate, and immediately grabbed the glass and pounded the drink back, gasping for breath as she swallowed. Immediately the anger in her seemed to dull considerably and she finally pulled the food back and dug in. Yuri clasped the flask back to his belt without a word and then finally greeted Sly and Samir. “I’m Yuri Yaserkov,” he greeted, and when Sly offered his hand, he shook it with his metal arm.
  Malachi / 4y 265d 19h 42m 7s
They could hear the Officer's Lounge before they actually saw it. The flow of officers in the hall seemed to grow as they neared. Contented smiles and idle chatter filled the area and before them was a door, opening and closing as people entered and exited.
"Farday!" A Veridian man shouted with a raise of his hand. Sly raise his own hand and smiled as they entered, before he showed Molly around to the main bar up at the front of the lounge. To the back were large towering windows that showed pin pricks of light speeding past them as they moved through space towards Earth. Couches lined the back wall broken up by round tables and all about were officers eating breakfast, and enjoying a break.
"Here you are." Sly said offering Molly a chair right at the bar -it was his preferred place to sit.
“thanks” She muttered before he sat next to her.

He grinned. She thanked him, that had to be a start, right? Sly knew if he was patient and just himself, she'd come around and they could be friends. There was something about her that told him they could have a lot in common, and she was the sort of person he wanted to get to know. As did Samir apparently, he rushed over towards them reaching across the bar with a scaley hand to shake hands with Sly.
"Mr. Faraday how good to see you!" He greeted warmly and gave a mock gasp towards Molly and with a friendly and playful glimmer in his eye took her hand. "And who is this lovely stranger?" He asked taking up her hand and giving it a quick kiss on the knuckles.
"This is Ms. Molly of the Scarlet Surprise." Samir smiled showing small white teeth serrated like tiny daggers in his mouth. His hands were oddly cool to the touch, and while he looked like he adored scales all over his green body, they were more like bark -the tops of his hands covered in thicker scales than the palms of his hands and face. "Molly, this is Samir, Ship's Bartender and unofficial Counselor."
"How do you do?" He greeted warmly, always so bubbly and happy. His gleaming obsidian eyes sparkling under the cozy lamp lights of the lounge. "And, what can I get you? I know what you want." He said tossing a hand towards Sly who grinned.
Molly seemed to be lost as she looked between them, wondering what Fresh Hell she was just dropped into.
“A stiff drink...” Samir's expression actually fell and he shrugged.
"I don't normally serve drinks during breakfast..." just like that his smile was back, and only for Molly. "Perhaps you'll start a trend... a breakfast drink perhaps?" He suggest with a wink to Molly. Sly smiled.
"I think that would be perfect, with two Eggs Benedict, if you please." Sly said with a smile. " I really think you're going to like them. Everyone who's tried them has loved them... It's the one Earth Dish everyone on Board eats pretty regularly." Samir nodded and took off to the back and Sly swiveled in his chair to study Molly.

To him she looked like she felt horrendously out of place among the uniformed officers and the few adult civilians that milled about. They called it the Officer's lounge, but any civilian adult could enter it. Children however, were not allowed in the lounge. Molly said looking around at all that was around her, one hand up along the side of her face, was she trying to hide behind her hand... or the scar. No one paid them much attention as they milled about minding their own business. But as they waited for their food, a set of soft and delicate hands were placed on his shoulders. Glancing he knew who's soft blue skin that belonged to.

"Fiora..." Sly greeted coyly as she leaned in to his side away from Molly.
"Sylvester..." She teased. She was dressed in a typical Alliance uniform, only she wore a tunic dress -she wasn't the only female to do so, but most wore the pants and jacket like everyone else. Across her exposed skin were darker blue markings like stripes on a tiger, and her nails came to points, pitch black, but her eyes were a almond shaped and a brilliant blue, her hair white and coiffed lovely on the top of her head. She gave his shoulders a firm squeeze with her hands and grinned. "I didn't see you last night at the performance." Sly put on his best smile and nodded.
"Ah yes, I know... I do apologize. I was sent on an Away Mission." She pouted.
"So I heard." She clearly wasn't Veridian, Telvian, Moag, or Mewdac, but something else entirely. "Who's your friend?" She asked looking to Molly.
"Oh, this is Ms. Molly of the Scarlet Surprise, Molly this is Officer Fiora Knowles." At the mention of Molly's station Fiora's eyes glittered.
"You were on that ship that was impounded." She gasped rushing away from Sly to sit beside Molly. She instantly propped her chin up against her hand on the bar and smiled, with a set of perfect white teeth, her eerie blue eyes searching Molly. "Well this is exciting, and you're a Telephec! I haven't seen another Telephec since I left the colony where I grew up. Did you grow up on the homeworld? I was lived on the Capri Moon Base. I-"
"Fiora." Sly interrupted as politely as possible. She stopped, batting her incredibly long lashes at him, her voluminous lips parted sweetly and looking as innocently as possible. He could tell Molly was uncomfortable around Fiora, and so he stood up to place his arm to the small of her back and led her away. "Can I call on you another time. Dinner perhaps?" he offered. The Captain doesn't want them socializing too much with the crew. We must remain professional."
"I'm professional, I'm a scientist." Sly desperately wanted to remind her she was also an assistant to a head Scientist, but he gave her a smile.
"I know that." he mocked offense and gave her a kiss to the cheek. "Supper, I'll make it up for missing your performance. I have to take care of Ms. Molly at the moment, you understand?" Fiora gave a sultry sigh but caved in.
"Of course... [i Lieutenant Commander.]" She winked and waved over to Molly. "It was nice to meet you, but I got to run, kiddies." She blew Sly a kiss and sauntered out. Sly could only let out a relieved breath with her departure, and made his way back to Molly and sat down awkwardly as Samir set their plates of food and drinks down.
"Enjoy..." he said giving Sly a knowing look, and then grinned at Molly. "Go ahead and try your drink, let me know if it's alright." he offered. Sly however, dug into his food -anything to not talk about the Fiasco that was Fiora.
  darien / 4y 265d 22h 9m 15s
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