USS Dark Fire (IC)

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“I’m as well as I can.” Hora replied to Dr Marlowe question “I have ways of finding peace. If you go to any of the halo suites, you can order up the workout equipment you like. The nearest halo suite is on deck 4.” Hora explained she bid the counselor good by.

As the door to her room closed. She ordered Dark Fire to lock it. She headed for her bedroom.

“Do I have ways to find peace…” Hora mumbled under her breath “Computer… I feel like three Gamorreans tonight. Make them extra horny.”

Gamorreans are a race of bulky humanoid boars. They were known for their strength and fierceness in battle. Many other races saw them as mindless brutes, which Hora made sure was true for her halo-simulations.

Three large, naked, Gamorreans appeared in her bedroom.

“Why hello boys… are you ready for some fun?” Hora asked as she pulled off her star fleet uniform.

Jinx Whisper

Jinx was back in The Paradise Lounge. There were only a few customers in the place.

She had ordered another Andorran Rum. She sipped it. She had dropped off the chicken in the kitchen. Ped Iddet had asked her to wait in the Lounge.

A human man with purple hair and a handsome, but time-worn face, walked over to her table. He had a Romulan ale in his hand.

“So, you want to join our team?” He asked as he sat down.

Jinx studied his face for a moment. She noticed a small scar just under his left eye.

“Yes” She replied.

“Why?” He asked

“I have my reasons” Jinx said

“How’d you manner to find a Terran chicken?” He asked

“Some genetic research requires chickens. I’m a civilian researcher on USS Dark Fire. I told them I needed it for some research, and took one” Jinx replied.

Her answer surprised the man “You are from Dark Fire and you want to join our team?” He asked

“Yes” she replied.

“That is either true or the dumbest cover story I have ever heard.” The man said shaking his head.

“I don’t need your fucking group. I can take out the Captain on my own.” Jinx replied.

The man leaned in and whispered “Hey, keep your voice down.” Then he added “If you can, then just do it. I’ll enjoy seeing the report.”

Jinx face grew very cold. “I need an escape route” She admitted “I was hoping some assistance. Your group exposure is low. Just get me away from that ship… and this space station”

The man stared at Jinx for a bit. Then he stuck out his hand “Victor Hunt. I’m the leader of the sympathizers”

“I thought Ped Iddet…” Jinx started to say, but was interrupted.

“No, he works for me” Victor replied. “Just in case you were setting us up. We’ll talk more in three days” As he started to get up to leave. Jinz asked one more question.

“What are you going to do with the chicken?” She asked

“Once I have three eggs, I’m going to make the best omelet you have ever tasted. I’ll serve it to you when we meet again” Victor said with a smile.

 

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Ninety-six.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Ninety-seven.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Ninety-eight.

The near-white tresses Xiana had put up into a high ponytail were drenched, slapping against the back of the woman’s black bodysuit. She thrived on her own, but she knew better than to become an actual recluse. Too much solitude was never ideal, even for someone as comfortable with it as herself. After settling in her new quarters and making more attempts at memorizing the layout of the ship, Xiana had opted for the suite as the designated place for her daily cardio. It was the most consistent way she knew to expel her troubles, anxieties, and concerns—including the discomforts in the dragged-out process of making a new home familiar.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Ninety-nine.

She always sprinted in the last portion of her running. Years of conditioning gave her speed and stamina that she always sought to increase. Now, as her face was crimson and the superior part of her garment was soaked with sweat, she was determined to end on a higher note.

Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Ten.
Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Nine.

Her lungs began to reach their limit. Xiana wanted to break her record, but not at the expense of her respiration. She stopped the treadmill and elongated her steps as the machine slowed down to a full stop. She put her hands on her hips, beads of sweat dripping off the tip of her nose. Her mouth chased the breath her chest was missing, leading to her torso raising and lowering repetitively.

Noticing the longer time it took for her to find oxygen again, she leaned against the machine, gripping onto the security handles for stability. Despite the exhaustion, she had been so close.

She could do better.

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

It wasn’t easy sending requests for new security guards, especially considering that just yesterday they’d attacked the very Starbase they were resupplying from.

But it was happening. New crew were coming aboard to replace all the ones lost to the parasites. Not the ones they needed, medical and engineering, but ones they needed. Security.

Unfortunately, the Starbase didn’t have any marines. Standing in the transporter room with Lt. Ægeri, Reeves met and welcomed each of the new personnel aboard.

And each of them was scanned for the silver parasite before leaving the StarBase and after arriving on the Dark Fire​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lt Sol

As the last new person came aboard USS Dark Fire and Commander Reeves finished welcoming them. Lt Sol step out of the shadows and walked toward the Commander. Walked was not the best description… more like he was stalking his prey. His head was slight down and his tail was out. One of the new personnel, a human male, gasped as he approached.

Fear, Lt Sol thought, I love it. This put a grin on his face, which scared the human even more. Lt Sol gave out a little growl and the human quickly walked away.

“Sir, can I have a word with you in private?” Lt Sol asked Commander Reeves