ON: << Colony Surface | Day 2 | 1205 Hour s >> "But... I know what I saw, sir," Quinn said, the conviction clear in her voice. She swore she heard Korath give a grunt of concern in response, but the wind had since begun to whip and whistle in her ears, and Quinn couldn't be sure of it. An...

ON: << Colony Surface | 1155 Hours >> Dirth (NPC) let the Klingon pass, with a slight but slow and purposeful nod. Always the model of politesse. As Korath strode past the human, Dirth did not turn to follow — not right away, at least. Instead he kept his eyes fixed… upon the murky darkness into wh...

ON << Torva IV | Beneath the dark jungle canopy, far from the heart of the colony ... and perhaps too far down the river | Day 2 | 1234 Hours >> The sights seemed realer than real, for the shape and the color — especially the color — felt far more vivid. Almost *too* vivid, as though someone had tu...

ON: << USS Xunantunich | On approach | Day 2 | 1140 Hours >> Korath made his way to the cockpit of the shuttle as Quinn made one final pass over the settlement. He peered through the forward view port and took in the surrounding land as they continued to descend. He came to a standing rest just beh...

ON: << Torva IV | Day 2 | 1111 Hours >> The line was luminous... iridescent. Golden sunlight lit rolling purple nebulae from within — all pressed thinly into a shimmering horizontal row of wonder, hovering above now-roiling waters, but beneath dive-bombing, suddenly furious, low-looming clouds. It ...

ON: << Korath's Quarters | Day 1 | 2020 Hours >> “Well, it might not quite work as well as the holodeck, Elle said, arms akimbo, "but… what say we try to… see the same thing. Same place? See where it goes? If not here, where would you like to be?” Korath thought about it for a moment before ke...

ON: << Korath's Quarters | Day 1 | 1937 Hours >> The sound of Klingon opera could be heard from outside the door. It was a fairly common occurrence in this particular corridor. A moment after the chime sounded the ear assaulting sound paused and the doors opened. The towering frame of the XO stood ...

ON: << Corridor outside Office of Ship's Counselor | Day 1 | 1854 Hours >> As the door slid closed, Elle nodded to the doctor in parting. She affected some new gravity in her expression as she left, projecting a believable reflection of greater insight gained. At this point, it was easy. After her ...

ON: << USS Malinche | Bridge | Mission Day 1 | 0801 Hours >> Revisit. Revise. Revisit. Revise. Soairse "Elle" Quinn was now more than a decade removed from being that little girl who got home too late to summon medical attention for a father that lay dying. But simply because the event it...

OFF: This is a Backpost. ON: << Shuttlecraft Machu Picchu | In Transit from Outpost Beta 12 | Mission Day 12 | 1659 hours >> Elle flew a little faster than necessary, and in so doing almost certainly took the Machu Picchu a little too close to — and through — the belt of asteroids for the comfort o...

ON: << USS Malinche | Sickbay | Mission Day 14 | 1920 hours >> Korath lay in the bio bed staring at the ceiling. The frustration at being cooped up in sickbay was taking its toll on the Klingon. He was glad to be alive and not a drone; but any longer in this bed and he would begin to wish he had di...

ON: << Outpost Beta 12 | Data Core | Mission Day 12 | 1600 >> "KORAAAAAAAAATH!" Tournneau heard Elle scream over the comms as his visor widgets started blinking bright red, but he couldn't stop to look. He was nearly through to the surface. He braced himself against the bulkhead as his ph...

OFF: This is a Backpost: an in-character flashback-within-a-flashback during: <<Mission 24 - Nanoprobes Killed Outpost Beta 12 | Day 12 | 1535 Hours >> ON: << Starfleet Academy lecture hall 718 | San Francisco, Earth | July 1st, 2391 >> Digitalia . Elle had been obsessed with it, for a time. Much t...

ON: << Outpost Beta 12: near Command section | Day 12 | 1535 Hours >> Lt. Cdr. Tournneau looked around at his team members. "Okay, let's get down to the habitat section without getting assimilated or otherwise dead. Everyone, set rifles to rotate frequencies and set power settings to maximum, ...

OFF: This is a BackPost. ON: << Crew Quarters | Outpost Beta 12 | Day 12 | 1516 hours >> Mira Branei wore her jet black hair up, and tightly braided in an ornate, but professional manner. Her eyes were serious. Dark, deep pools that engaged the viewer — whoever happened to view her ID holo anyway. ...