ON: << Ocasta's Quarters -- Day 2, 1300 >> A fresh uniform pulled over freshly showered skin, Oisín Ocasta stared at his own reflection. He was told that you could barely notice, that you could barely see the implants, the scars, the kintsugi of synthetic parts that bound the fractured pottery of hi...

ON: << En route to Starbase 122 -- Day 2, 0800 >> Oisín Ocasta awoke to darkness. Not the soft, liquid darkness of night, that draped across and molded around the shapes of your surroundings, yielding to the faint flickers and glows of whatever light cast stray photons around the space; but the hars...