Star Trek: Starbase 777

Zeza made her way to the turbolift at a brisk pace she didn't want to keep the others waiting on her.

It was through the corridors of the Operational deck that Treville now headed, politely acknowledging those who went by. It did seem to be quieter at present, though - with them being late into the evening and shit change-over long passed, most people were preoccupied at present.

By the time she exited the turbolift and began the walk down to Operations her stride had turned into more of a power-walk than anything, swiftly marching along and indicating with a single gesture that the officers who were heading the other way should turn back around and return to work immediately. It was something that hadn’t been seen in months now since the end of the Federation’s recent conflicts, but the way they all fell back into the strangely sombre march seemed to be muscle memory by this stage.

[D] The mercs exited the turbolift and made their way through the corridor, shooting at anyone who tried to stop them.

He walked through the hallways, phaser in hand, looking for any sign of the commodore's captor.

It looked like someone had opened the Jeffries tubes. (edited)

He climbed into the tubes with a grunt. Stupid metal tubing, was there no alternative?

The current-commander of the station walked out of the command deck and into the ops ring, his duffel bag carrying the equivalent armament of a small ship. Dual wielding phaser rifles, he was ready to stun the first merc he came across on his way down to Engineering. (edited)

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Just as he entered the corridor mercs began to beam down. In force they were very upset that there exposives didn't go off.

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Logan grabbed one of the grenades, chucked it right in the centre of a group of them and began to open up with his dual rifles. He had so much adrenaline right now he could barely keep still to fire the weapons.

He elimanated the squad infront of him. They didn't even stand a chance they were un prepared to meet the Station XO Logan.

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Logan continued to fire into the crowd while slowly moving forward towards the Jeffries tubes.

They slowly started to gather a defense and fire back at him though not before he had downed 6 of them. He made it to the Jefferies tube unscathed.

Logan scrambled in and dropped a phaser set to overload just before he shut the door. He had enough to spare anyway. Right, time to get to Engineering.

Logan destroyed what was left of squad after setting the phaser to overload and chucking it at them.

[D] Mona waited outside the event hall, taking a seat at one of the available chairs.

[Comm]"Ughaz'udan to Voxellus. I owe you a meal as I recall."

She chuckled a little before pressing her badge to respond. [Comm] "That you do, lieutenant. Where do you want me to be?"

[Comm]"Is there a quiet place on the promenade?"

[Comm] "It's the promenade, it's never quiet there."

[Comm]"Very well. The lower mess hall. Forgive me. I am not exactly in the mood to socialize with a large crowd this day."

[Comm] "I'll be there in 5, see you soon. Voxellus out." She pressed her badge again and shook her head lightly. This was going to be interesting for sure.

Well, at least she could get dinner now, she thought as she made her way to the lifts.

he walked down the corridor putting a fake smile on his face. He would have rather forgotten the event, he did not think he did well seeing as he lost most of his men.

Ava went to the events hall after the strange lieutenant.

He walked to the event hall.

She headed down to the event hall.

After taking a moment to fix herself up nicely and checking on Zip, who was in his pocket and napping (she knew she'd be around folks most of the day, and so wouldn't need an assistant most of the time), Hop rolled down the hall to the event.

She walked into the event hall, adjusting her collar slightly.

Running through the hall L1 made her way to an empty room, it happened to be one of the conference rooms.

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He walked down the corridor with increasing haste taking off his smile on once clear of the event hall.

Checking in with those who had left was a given; even if they didn't want to speak right now it was a courtesy to make sure that they were at least safe. Unfortunately there was no sign of the civilian in the corridor and he had no idea if the computer would tell him where they were considering they weren't an officer. Noting that he would have to contact them somehow, he instead focused on Whidbey who seemed to be heading in the direction of the turbolift.

Styre entered the corridor as he heard a rumble of footsteps behind him. He felt no need to see if it was for him so he continued down the hallway towards the turbolift.

While Ava caught up to him, hurrying after the Commander who had way longer legs and thus longer steps, she said, “Man, you’re way too tall, who has strides like that?!”

Styre turned at the sound of a familiar voice talking to him. Ah, yes, of course it was Lieutenant Lopez. He nodded and stopped to talk to her. “My apologies. Did you need something, Lieutenant?”

Ava smiled and gave a small wave. “I wanted to ask how the trial went.”

”I was convicted.” He said simply, not offering anymore insight or elaboration.

Ava gave an empathetic look. “I know that much,” she said quietly, trying to sound consoling instead of noisy, “I just wanted to know what… well, how you’re dealing with it.”

“I am not in a position to question the outcome of a court martial. I have increased meditation, but that is about it.” he said stoically.

Increased meditation didn’t sound too good, found Ava. She decided not to comment on it, however. There was no point, not with Styre. “Um, where are you headed?” She didn’t want to keep him in case he was going someplace important.

“I was going to head back to my quarters. I am not needed elsewhere so I was going to read. Did you need something?” he inquired further.

“Well,” she stretched the word and looked away, “I was sort of hoping to continue with the lessons. But I don’t want to bother you, if you’d rather do something else now,” she quickly added. She knew it could be stressful if someone interrupted freetime that one had already planned to use on other things.

”I have nothing planned. If you are free, now would be an optimal time to continue.” his voice fell flat as he took a deep inhale.

”You sure?” Ava raised an inquisitive eyebrow. He didn’t exactly sound enthusiastic. Not that he’d ever heard him sound enthusiastic…

”Lieutenant, would I offer my time if I was otherwise busy?” he said, not trying to mock or condescend Ava

“I guess not.” Ava shrugged and looked back up at him again. “So, where would you suggest we go?”

Styre nodded, his blonde curls bouncing on his head. "Would you rather walk back to the Eventide or stay aboard the station, Lieutenant?"

“I haven’t really been on the Eventide,” said Ava, “I was so far only conducting research in the labs here on the station, or I was otherwise occupied here. However, I wouldn’t mind checking out the Eventide now that I finally have the time!”

"You are giving me mixed signals and it is more than difficult for me to discern what your true desires are." he replied to Ava's comments. He was unsure whether she wished to conduct these proceedings in a place familiar or if she truly wished to visit the Eventide.

Ava chuckled. “I’d leave it up to you, but seeing as you’re not prone to favoritism, I’d say let’s go to the Eventide if you can think of a room there that would be suitable for our lesson.”

"There are plenty of rooms aboard the Eventide; the observation deck, messhall, whatnot." He gave in response

Ava nodded. “Let’s head there, then!”

Styre gave a quick nod as he walked towards; and subsequently entered, the turoblift.

As the two exited from the events hall she glanced to Dreaxa by her side, expression somewhat solemn but also contemplative. "This is the issue with incidents like this - that in the aftermath we're faced with the tragedy of what's happened, but also the fact that people did well. It's always hard to imagine that we've done something right when so many people died. The fact of the matter is that without the actions of our officers there wouldn't be anyone here to attend that ceremony -- far too many died, but the actions of both them and those still with us enabled the rest of us to live. ...Hypocritical of me to say, I know," she then added at the end, offering a sheepish smile as they walked along. "At least that's everything over and done with now, and according to reports, the repairs are well underway. Things should be going back to normal... Just with far fewer staff, that is. It'll be good to actually get back to normal business - meeting all of you senior staff, for example. All of the senior ranks are new, Eventide is new, so many of our normal staff are new... I barely know any of my own people any more!" She then added with a laugh - as genuine as it could be - and shook her head. "Either myself or the previous deputy used to welcome every new arrival at the shuttlebay. Too many of you have gone unwelcomed -- that young Cadet should have been. I've never heard of someone being allowed to skip two years; that commission is impressive, and certainly well earned, don't you think?"

"I agree with you on that part, despite everything we lost, it's important to focus on the fact that we're still here and we worked hard to keep it that way. Despite the guilt we might all feel to those who didn't make it alongside us." She sighed, thinking back to the loss of her Chief Medical Officer. "But alas, the battle is over, and now we must focus on recovery. As much as we should mourn our losses, dwelling on the past for too long only hinders our recovery." She gave a gentle smile and made her way further down the ops corridor with Aleto. "There's even more new staff coming aboard now to deal with, I've got a significant amount in my department already. It appears Starfleet are already drafting in replacement officers from across the galaxy to fill the spaces. Eight-thousand officers is a large space to fill... It's going to take time to get back to where we once were. I don't think you'll find yourself welcoming all of your replacement staf onboard or you'll have to start living in the shuttlebay." She said with a chuckle. "And commendation wise, you're very correct commodore. It's rare to see such a sight. But I'm glad to know we have somebody that dedicated working among us."

"We'll likely be operating at half-capacity for a while," she stated, slightly rambling small talk now being replaced with efficient work-talk. It seemed clear that her talent for keeping a conversation going hadn't been underestimated. It must have been a learned trait during all of those years of sociability with the Diplomatic Corps. "There's no way for them to acquire eight-thousand qualified staff of varying different rank and role from out of nowhere. Our starbase is hardly the most imperative one and there are other crews out there who will have priority over us; they'll ensure we can keep things operating at least and then stop diverting people here. After us being over-staffed for the last two years, they'll more than likely prioritise other places." Acknowledging a few officers as they headed past, she turned so the two could head towards the turbolift. "That brings me to a similar topic, actually. How is it that you ended up out here with us in the back of the beyond? There are countless other medical positions out there and the medical fleet never stop recruiting for their ships or hospital starbases. How does a successful surgeon such as yourself wind up out here? Had you requested a transfer, or was it just a generic 'being sent somewhere new'?"

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"Not to flatter you or anything, Commodore. But you were actually a small part of the reason I decided to come all the way out here. You made a good impression on me back when we met on the Hawthorne and the brief layover at Starfleet Medical. When I saw your name as the commanding officer of 777, I guess I sort of wanted to catch up again. If you were that kind back then, you might be a good leader to work under." She chuckled and gave her a smile. "But don't let that go to your head, there were many factors that lead to me being here. My preference of Starbase over Starship, the desire to see the outer edges of federation space, seeing a part of the Galaxy I had never been to before. It all culminatied in my being here. And honestly, might not have picked the best time to move here." She said with a sad, disheartened chuckle. "But I guess it was fate that I did. Because if I hadn't you probably wouldn't be here anymore. I don't think any of our surgeons, no offense of course, would have had the capability to pull off such a skilled surgery on a joined trill. In many ways, I turned up at exactly the right time."

"Well, I don't know what to say other that I'm flattered. I don't think I've ever had someone specifically transfer because of me before... At least to the station. They may have transferred away from it because of me. Not to discredit your other reasons, of course," she added at the end, having been joking, naturally. Treville couldn't remember anyone having transferred away because of her to her own knowledge, but there was always the possibility that it might have happened without her knowing about it. "And you're quite right about the latter. It isn't often that joining is performed by someone external to the Symbiosis Commission - and when it is performed by outsiders, it doesn't often go well." There were always horror stories that circulated around Trill society revolving around the concept of joinings gone wrong. In recent years a lot of those had stemmed from other species 'tampering' with Joined Trill as it was viewed. It wasn't so much tampering as providing medical care to those who weren't on the planet, but the society had always been suspicious and untrustworthy of what went on elsewhere. For so long their symbiosis had gone unknown to other cultures out of that lack of trust. For candidates to be joined the nightmare was their joining going wrong; for those who were joined it surrounded horror stories of the likes of symbionts being stolen -- everyone remembered the story from 2333. Opting not to muse on the potential downsides of joining, she carried on with the lighter topic instead. "I for one am quite glad to have you here, Commander, as I've said before and will reiterate again. It's also nice to see some familiar faces aboard. Starfleet staffing always seems to come full circle."

"Glad to be here, Commodore. As much as the last few days have been a tad... stressful per say. I'm glad I chose those posting over anything else. I'm sure my new life here will go just as smoothly as my previous postings. I look forward to new found friendships and developing my relationships with the crew further. I've certainly had an amazing time with you these past few days, you make for great company." She said with a smile. "It's nice to just sit and converse with people. We'll need to have a proper catch-up of how things have been since we last spoke." Vialara was curious as to how things had been with the woman since the incident she had previously helped Aleto out of, wondered how the rest of her recovery went, how she had ended up becoming a commodore in charge of an entire starbase. She had a lot of questions for the woman, and honestly was willing to sit and listen to the woman talk for hours. Aleto had a certain aura about her that Vialara found enticing, she made for an excellent conversation partner.

"You sound as though you're trying to promote formal recruitment to the station or answer an interview question for a position here," she replied in amusement, referring to how formal Dreaxa had sounded. It was interesting how they seemed to flip back and forth throughout the conversation; the station commander and the chief medical officer employing formality and civility compared to two old acquaintances simply talking. Treville didn't mind either and she wasn't about to set some sort of precedent based on rigorous formalities. It wasn't her style of command. "I'm sure that you'll find 777 to be quite pleasant now that things are settling down again. Not to turn this into a recruitment drive of my own but we do host more civilian facilities than our neighbouring stations and have far more opportunity for research or study... And not to mention that we're about to become the starbase that has most recently been refurbished." Coming to a halt in front of one of the turbolifts, she waited for it to arrive while continuing their chat. "I'm sure that we would have a fair bit to catch up on. You must have such stories - people serving aboard ships always have entire novels of them, practically. It's the benefit of being able to experience so much..." There was a vague gesture of her hand. "...Out there. My own are rather limited considering it's been quite some time since I even set foot aboard a ship."

The two stepped into the #turbolift when it arrived.

Lilian exited the event hall.

He left for the lift.

She headed for the turbolift.

Down the hall to the lift.

He walked down the corridor.

Styre walked through the corridor and into one of the conference rooms.

She walked down to the conference room.

Styre walked back down the corridor.

To the events hall.

She walked down the hall to the Event Hall, her heels echoing with each step.

Slicking his golden hair back, Wheatley made his way to the Event Hall.

Nolan went towards the entrance of the event hall, Ughaz next to him. It was quite the picture; a tiny pink-haired human next to a giant lizard man in a suit. Nolan liked it, though.

It was silent out in the hallway: it seemed that everyone who had attended the ball had vanished back to their quarters and those at work were well into their shift by now. Stepping out of the events hall and into the corridor brought quite the contrast. Gone was the shining black flooring and the ambient dark blue lighting - instead they were back to standard Starfleet colours. It made you realise just how much work that the events team had put in. For a moment she and Dreaxa walked in silence before she felt as though she should break it. "...And from that, we go back into normality. It makes our day-to-day lives seem so dull in comparison, doesn't it?"

"It does a little. Not every day can be as extravagant as that, however. I don't think I'd have the energy." She said with a light chuckle as she wandered down the corridor alongside Aleto. "But it is nice to have a break now and again, I think we all deserved it, don't you? After all that's happened it's the least we could have done for all our overworked staff, just a little thing to show how much we appreciated all their work."

"You say that as though it was the two of us who personally set the events hall up," she mused and cast a sideward glance to the doctor, although it was definitely in amusement as opposed to be in an effort to chastise her. "It was the overworked staff who overworked themselves more in order to put that together. I hope they enjoyed it, at least. Something nice like that is what they deserve," she then added towards the end before heading them into one of the turbolifts.

Lilian had spent several hours relaxing at the party, but now she had to go shopping!

As they walked through to the events hall he had a big smile on his face and his head was held up high, happy to go to a party with someone so great.

She walked alongside him, a big smile on her face too, as they approached the events hall; she counted herself as very lucky for having met a guy as amazing as Jack.

Cassidy stepped off the turbolift and walked with purpose towards the Commodore’s office, if she was there.

Nova walked towards the events hall.

He walked with them down the corridor.

She followed.

She followed them too.

Cassidy walked down the hallway to the event hall.

She walked back to the turbolift.

Devika walked down the corridor, hearing the silent hum of the machinery in the background. It's amazing to think about what keeps a whole Starbase running, she thought proudly. This sure beat the desk job she had back home at Earth.

Devika walked down the corridor, thinking that this place looked familiar. Wait a minute, she had seen that doorway before, was she walking around in circles? God this place is huge and she was getting a headache wondering how she would ever remember where to go. Just then she saw someone walking just ahead of her in the corridor. It looked like another human. “Hey, hello!”

He exited the lift and looked towards the starfleet member that called to him. His 5'4", bulldog like frame was short and stocky, his face had a scar that ran from below his left eye, down to his cheek, leaving a mark that neatly cuts through his beard that looked like it was about a week and a half old. He was wearing a cargo ship crewman's jumpsuit with a thick jacket with a patch that read "Annemarie" underneath an Antares class ship "You talking to me?" He asked in a rough voice

“Uh, yes! Do you know I can get to Lt. Dagis’ office from here?” Devika took note of the crew member in front of her. He looked gruff, and that scar looked recent. “Sorry to bother, I’m new.”

”Ah. No need to apologize. Lieutenant Dagis’ office is down that way…” He said pointing to a office door a few doors down from where they currently were

”Thank you very much Sir.”She hurried down the corridor in the same direction she came from.

[D] Hop came rolling out of the lift with great excitement. Zip flitted along beside her, humming happily. "This is gonna be soooooo cool!!" She said to her robot companion, doing a little excited dance as she rounded the bend and entered the conference room.

Dagis exited the conference rooms and started heading down the corridor towards the nearest turbolift, her speed rather rapidly picking up to a jog as she looked at her PADD.

She rolled down the hall, stuffing her poor notebook back in her bag and checking to see that her toolbox was with her.

She hesitated for a moment before running down the corridor towards the lift, ignoring the gradually worsening pain in her left leg.

He walked down the corridor to the Commadores office.

Down the corridor!

He trudged down the corridor, slowly, but he eventually found himself at the Commodore's office. Moment of truth as his colleagues sometimes said...

He trudged back to the turbolift.

The turbolift doors opened and the Cardassian Glen walked out. Keep the chin levelled, and focus the eyes ahead. Something like this was normal for a mistake. Just got to get through it and do better.

After stepping off, Mona finally made her way to the conference room.

[D] After stepping off the turbolift in a hurry, Hsarr bolted down the hall toward the conference room. They were late. Shit. They stopped in front of the door to catch their breath before stepping inside.

Down the hall...

She made her way to the turbolift.

Eshen stepped out of the turbolift, making his way ~~downtown~~ to the command deck.

Heinrich and two others rushed down the Corridor stopping at the door to the to ops. "You in this hallway, and you with me. I want rotating patrols throughout the corridor. Set rifles and phasers to rotating modulations."

[COMMS] "Sickbay to Boheim. Get all your officers a hypo from the panel med-kit. It's a resuscitative stabiliser. One each!"

[COMM] "Boheim to sickbay. Will do. Currently busy."

The comm switched to his personal. [COMMS] "Be safe Heinrich... I don't need to be removing any more augmentations then you already have."

Heinrichs mood didn't change. [COMM] "I will be breaking their limbs before they reach me." He said rather quietly.

[COMM] "Steiger Out."

Heinrich began to erect a forcefield around the corridor of ops. He then looked at one of his crewman. "Help me drag some barriers around the lift of command. Grab stuff from the offices if you have to.*

Heinrich was still in the corridor when he heard this announcement. He went towards ops.

She made her way to the command deck.

Dagis stepped out of the lift and headed down the corridor to the Command Deck.

[D] Jack’s birthday…perfect opportunity for two very special presents Sauk had for his partner. He hung outside the events hall, hesitating. Should he go inside? Curse his social anxiety!

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Deep breath…he stepped inside, gifts in hand. One bundle of flowers and a small wrapped box.

He walked towards the events hall with his usual confident Klingon stride.

He talked as he walked through the hallway, keeping a swift pace as he went. "Intiguing... I hope the expirements work quite well. It sounds as though they have quite a useful purpose." He said matter of factly in an almost Vulcan way. He truely was slipping into old patterns around the commander. Though he didn't really notice. "What inspired you to begin this expirement."

"If they yield the results I expect them to at this point in time, they could certainly be of use", she said as she followed him down the corridor. "We had an incident in on of the labs a few weeks ago, that resulted in a destroyed desk. I'm attempting to prevent such a thing from happening again without any major disadvantages in other areas." After all what use was a desk that didn't dissolve under strong acids, if it caught fire at 289.23°K.

He rubbed his chin ever so slightly as he thought about the situation. He supposed the last quartermaster probably dealt with a lot but he wouldn't have guessed he'd have to deal with desks being dissolved by acid. "That sounds intriguing... as far as I know very few acid proof materials exist. Perhaps such expirements would have quite far reaching consequences."

"It's more of a... 'side project', I suppose. If nothing directly comes of it I will still have refreshed my knowledge on the broader subject." She had considered Chemistry intriguing since before her days at the academy, but it hadn't been the main focus of most of her work in recent years (or ever) and now it most certainly wouldn't be either. The topic was interesting tho, and doing some research certainly would not hurt. For the remainder of their walk towards the lift she remained quiet.

Dagis stepped out of the turbolift and swiftly headed over to Clarke's office, still entirely focused on her PADD as she did.

He meakly walked to Logans office with a neutral expression on his face.

He rushed out of the lift, and ran down to Captain Clarke's office, before stopping at the entrance and straightening himself out, before entering.

[Comm] "Lieutenant Voxellus to @alexsolo25. Sir, I have some new intell you might be interested in. It's regarding the recent breach. I have uncovered some information regarding the previous investigation - And I know you told me to stop investigating that specific incident, but I believe that I now have enough evidence to build a case."

He marched to the new commanders office.

Renakir passed the Lieutenant on his way out and gave him a polite nod.

He walked along the corridors in his first foray to explore the ship on his own. One small step for Mo, one giant leap for Mo-kind.

Renakir walked down the corridor and towards the turbolift.

She walked gracefully down the corridor.

She walked down the corridor to the lift.

Their paws pounded the carpeted corridor and their tail dragged behind them they sprinted down the hall to the turbolift Hide, hide, hide, hide-

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as he ran towards the turbolifts, the tears finally beginning to stream down his face as his anger boiled down.

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Mo walked briskly down the hall to the turbolifts.

He walked own the corridor.

Makin' his way down~~town~~ to the Command Deck.

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The Ferengi walked down the corridor and into the nearest turbolift.

Makin' his way downtown with a frown.

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Makin' his way downtown with the epohh that just tried to bite the ankles of the Captain above five minutes ago.

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She walked down the corridor towards the command deck.

Once the yellow alert was lifted she decided to return to the Research ring.

Mo moseyed down the hall.

Mo Moseyed down the hall once More.

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He nervously walked to the conference room.

Hsarr padded anxiously down the corridor. Hopefully this was nothing bad...they rang the bell outside the conference room and waited to be acknowledged.

Forward he walked bravely, his face as serene as he could manage as he pressed the bell to be let in. A Cadet, being summoned by a Fleet Admiral, no big deal...

He walked back out, his head held high, giant, stupid-looking smile on his face.

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Allan rolled his little suitcase through the corridor, although he did sort of adjust his clothes when he stopped outside the door to the conference room, waiting for the door to open. He didn't know why, honestly, there was nothing he could do to make this outfit any less gay. That was fine. He was always gay. But this was a Fleet Admiral so... that did make things different. Maybe.

Allan went into the corridor, wheeling his little glowing-wheels suitcase as he went down the hall.

Nalas walked down the corridor with his lil fidget toy in hand.

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He walked down the corridor, very excited, he was a new man.

Renakir headed down the corridor.

Zi exited the turbolift with Ash in tow, and headed down the corridor towards the events hall. It was once outside the events hall, however, that their anxiety started increasing again. No. I want to have a good time. They went and stood to the side of the entrance out of the way to give themselves a minute, using the breathing technique once again as Ash stood right by them to comfort them. After what felt like ages, but was only three minutes, Zi finally decided to brave it and enter the hall.

Agrippina exited the turbolift with Niatha. She was excited for this party, even if she didn't know the host yet.

They kept moving, approaching #cmd-briefing-room.

Renakir headed down to ops.

Renakir led Conny down the corridor, his. PADD in hand as he checked the exact location where him and Am'el had done the repair. He led her to #deleted-channel.

Still quietly humming and with a spring in her step, Conny was very enthusiastically following Renakir down the corridor. Fiddling with the t-piece in her pocket.

The doctor hurried, keeping composure as he walked to the office as requested. Once he was at the door, he pressed the buzzer.

The door slid open, silently and ominously.

He inhaled sharply, and quickly exhaled before stepping in.

Alizati did not push the Trill to give any more of an answer, but he walked close to her as they made their way down the corridor. He split his attention from watching her to making sure the path in front of them was clear. Thankfully it didn't seem that there were many people around at the time and anyone who was walking through the corridor moved to allow the two to pass.

She followed quietly behind, it seemed like she was in thought. Her body language seemed to indicate she was a bit worried, as the two engineers moved forwards.

Renakir walked down the corridor.

Renakir walked down the corridor to the lifts!

They walked into the Station Commander’s office.

Unlike the Caitian who just waltzed into the Commander's office as if they were walking into their own quarters, Bright adjusted his collar the best he could and knocked on the door, waiting anxiously as he kept on slicking his hair back... But to no avail, once it kept puffing up again and again.

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Alizati walked down the corridor, doing his thing just walking.

He walked down the corridor toward the bar.

Alizati walked down the corridor.

"He must be super cool, then, because you're very cool!" Zero said, letting Rai lead them down the corridor to the #events-hall . It was easier that way, since Rai with his long legs walked faster, but it was, like, wild that they were six foot six and yet they were still the shorter one in here and had to think of themselves as such in situations like this.

He walked down the corridor toward the lift.

Kraxtaayaal walked down the corridor towards the event area.

And here he was, with his coat thrown over his shoulder, hair tied back into a ponytail, looking ready for the evening. Sy looked around - for someone so tall, he usually had no issues finding people, but where the hell was--

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[D] "There you are," Saren appeared seemingly out of nowhere by Sy's left side, nodding at the spooked helmsman. Combed hair, bony pattern on the vest, Saren was oozing gothic mortician vibes. What a contrast. He also brought a PADD with him - and ignoring Sy's raised eyebrow, the scientist urged them both into the direction of the #events-hall .

He carried Mish down the corridor to the lifts.

T'she walked towards the lifts.

After they had their short conversation with Sakkath, they headed out, then headed their way to the turbolifts. However they had stopped because they went to check their PADD... one of the handles they had saw seemed almost deja-vu to them. Someone was looking for them? It's not like there were other short Kelpiens around. They huffed before they stepped in the turbolift, carrying Cottonball in their arms.

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T'she walked towards the Station Commander's Office, taking a deep -- yet shaky -- breath before they approached.

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T'she walked out of the office and towards the lifts, the adrenaline of what just happened not quite wearing off on them yet.

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Clemente walked towards the command deck, where their station was, ready to start on a story that might paint everything in a better light.

Out Aoife walked. Ready to work on the current problem. She walked toward the command deck itself.

Once again Aoife walked out of the command deck, this time holding the bridge of her nose. She made her way to the turbolift.

Once they were in the command corridor, Nalas found a nice hatch and pulled it open. "Alright Bright, let's hit the tubes!" He said a bit louder than he had planned, but hey no one else was watching-- everyone was scurrying about to wherever they needed to be. Nalas dove into the #jefferies-tubes and began to crawl.

Jack, just in case, looked around and slid into the tubes after Nalas had done so. Not in the mood for getting caught again.

Nalas nearly ran into Aoife as they went into the hallway. "Woah! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Popping up from the hatch, he stared daggers at Aoife and made a loud 'shh' sound, holding his finger over his mouth before closing the hatch again and ✨ vanishing ✨.

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"BRIGHT!" Nalas squeaked from inside the tubes when he heard Jack shuffling around. He recognised the voice as their superior officer and was worried that she'd write them up for this so he called back, "WE'RE JUST TAKING A--" Nalas began to say before his one lung began acting up again. "Less crowded route to the labs, we're fine!" Nalas called out to her. She would be free to follow them if she so chose, but Nalas, along with Bright continued in da tubes.

"Watch where you're going in future Nalas you nearly ran into me. And you don't want my blood all over you." She shook her head then proceeded moaned in pain when she realised how big a mistake it was to shake her head with a broken nose.

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Back came Aoife heading toward the command deck.

Aoife walked out of the turbolift heading to Mo's office, not increasingly nervous

Off the turbolift was Rudy. He did not waste time and went straight for the station commander's office.

You can tell by the way he walked (to #deleted-channel ), he's a woman's man, no time to talk.

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[D] Jamis was quick on the Captain’s heels, wanting to keep up the good impression he quickly gathered he was making.

Aoife wasn't far behind heading to the turbolift.

Down the corridor of the command corner was -- a neat little line of tribbles all bouncing down the corridor, multiplying with each bounce.

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[D] Arriving from a non tribble'd turbolift, Jenaha walked down the corridor with a couple of security reports she had planned to hand over to the captain until she suddenly felt a migraine hit her head, as if a large mass of emotions suddenly popped up into the station all at once. The betazoid held her head as she continued to walk down the corridor and try to make sense of what the hell could be going on with her, checking herself for the Zanthi fever before she ran into the adorable little fluff balls. * "Oh no...." *The Security Chief muttered to herself as she looked at the marching line of tribbles with a slight sense of terror. "Trouble with Tribbles..."

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The tribbles began moving towards the security chief, growing in number as they approached.

Jena's eyes widened as the tribbles approached her whilst growing in numbers which made the migraine worse on her, struggling to reach to her commbadge to warn everyone of the sudden situation before it gets worse! "I'm not having this Station K-7 bullcrap today! Not in my Starbase!"

The tribbles clearly did not speak any humanoid language and they began to swarm Jenaha, a couple of them even making their way up her leg!

[D] A few moments after Jenaha signaled the yellow alert Sadhbh waded out of her office and into the sea of Tribbles. "I see we have a K-7 situation on our hands commander!" Sadhbh yelled to Jenaha over the wall of fluff. "We should get to the command deck and seal it before this hallway is impassable."

"Yes sir! And I want to find the Harry Mudd responsible for this!" Jenaha answered back as she tried make some distance away from the fluffy wall of empathic terror, wiping the blood coming from the nose bleed caused by the overwhelming wave of tribble brain impulses of 'feed' and 'breed' as she approached the deputy commander. *"Let's move! Who knows what kind of tribble-ations the crew are going into at this rate!" *The security chief nodded, pulling out her phaser and setting it to stun as she joined Sadhbh in heading to the command deck.

"Hopefully this isn't too widespread yet and we can contain them." With that Sadhbh waded toward the #station-ops through the fur wall.

Here, a similar thing to what had happened in the turbolift unraveled - the gas being distributed, it seemingly working... and then immediately failing, the multiplying tribbles renewing their efforts to turn the whole corridor into a multicolored fur tunnel. Fu-u-un! Except, not really.

Thiru was walking up the corridor, PADD in hand. She had just finished writing new crew evaluations and was about to upload them to her console on the command deck.

Sadhbh was also walking down the corridor toward the command deck as her duty shift was about to start. She had the greatest of organic suspensions, humanities great gift to the universe a mug of coffee in her left hand. Tucked under her right arm was a small stack of PADDs varying from the latest officer transfers, maintenance status updates from engineering, the stations traffic control and docking schedule for the next two weeks courtesy of commander Lawson and the officers in charge of strategic ops and logistics. And a few other assorted reports. All in all the stack was around six PADDs deep.

Thiru spotted the XO from across the hall and decided to finally introduce herself as she had been meaning to do for a while. She took a few quick steps l, catching up to the XO. "Good morning, commander" Thiru greeted to her. Maybe it wasn't so polite ambushing her like that but now it was too late anyways. "I was meaning to introduce myself to you, I am Lieutenant Thiru t'Sahen, the new intelligence officer." She deliberately didn't offer a handshake, as she didn't want to cause inconvenience as the commanders hands were full.

Sadhbh looked over to Thiru as she approached. And gave her a nod also not offering a handshake since her hands were quite obviously full. "Nice to meet you too lieutenant, I don't run into intelligence officers too often up here what brings you up to the command deck?" Sadhbh asked curiously, it wasn't often she chatted with an Intel officer, they tended to keep to their own for the most part.

"I was just about to upload a few new crew reports." Thiru replied truthfully, intelligence was often told not to interact with leadership too much but an introduction couldn't do much harm, could it? "Is there anything I should know about the station?" Thiru asked with more intention than just getting to know more about the station. The answer of this question could give a lot of insight on how tight the station was run and therefore lots of information about senior leadership.

"Anything you should know..." Sadhbh made a 'hmm' noise as she thought of what to say next to Thiru. "Id have to ask you to be a bit more specific 'Anything i should know?' is a really broad question."

Thiru already knew a lot but the answer on such a broad question was always interesting. "More specific", Thiru thought out-lout. "How about, did anything unusual happen in the last few weeks that could prove a security risk?" Thiru specified the question.

The two talked for a few more moments before going their own separate ways

To the lift!

Copia made her way... to the lift!

"Yeaaahh... oceans and shit, there's - there's just one big ocean, right? But we call them different ones? On - on Earth, I think that's how it is," he said, which was actually maybe correct. But he fully did not know as he walked into the #station-ops .

"Something like that, probably." He'd have to look into it more when the mission was over, he thought, as he followed Allan into the #station-ops.

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He walked through the corridor as he bounced a ball. The young man whistled to himself as if he was on a casual stroll.

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Bellona hated having nothing to do. She'd never really taken well to it, really. Maybe it was the gladiator in her talking - or it might have been divine discontent. Who knows. Either way she could no longer stand sitting in an empty office with nothing to do, and so she'd taken to pacing the mostly empty corridors in silence.

Amanda on the other hand was never someone to aimlessly walk around unless she had to, and she never really thought she had to aimlessly walk around anywhere. Stepping out from the command offices, Amanda had a confident strut in her step as she entered the hallway, upon seeing a new face. "Well hi there!" Amanda said, not too loud, but still showing off her friendly and outgoing nature. "I'm Amanda Riley, I'm the new Morale Officer aboard the station! What's your name?"

For a good second or two Bellona stood stunned in the hallway, staring at the black-haired woman that seemed to have spontaneously materialized in front of her. Granted, the chance of her actually having stepped out of a side office were practically one hundred percent - which simply went to show how distracted she'd been. Bellona cursed herself in Magna Romani. She wasn't normally this inattentive. "Bellona. Away team coordinator. Newly arrived." The redhead replied. Very outgoing, this woman. No wonder she'd been selected to fill the morale officer's shoes. "It is... nice to meet you. Amanda." *She'd never been good at small talk. Ever. It'd always been so much easier to just not.*

Ah, that happened sometimes... Amanda tried to approach as calmly as possible while still seeming confident, and yet it scared the bejeezus out of Bellona. Hey, at least she tried! Oh well. Amanda lowered her voice slightly and kept herself a bit calmer while still presenting herself as outgoing and confident. Of course, if Bellona wasn't able to reciprocate that then she'd adjust accordingly. "Oh yes, you're Bellona!" Amanda said, matter-of-factly. "I saw your name on the crew roster, I'm glad I'm able to put your name to your face!" Amanda's smile was professional and friendly, and she appeared as if she wouldn't be able to harm a fly with her cheery attitude. It was quite inspiring for many to see Amanda's perseverance in maintaining a strong leadership mentality, especially in a potentially awkward situation. "Looks like we are in the same division!" Amanda mentioned. "It's a pleasure to work alongside you, Bellona. Have you just gotten here like I have? If so then we're both new to the station."

"I thought I mentioned that. Yes, I am newly arrived." Amanda's energy stabbed at her sharply, albeit not in an unpleasant way - energy Bellona simply wasn't used to people directing her way. After years of dealing with young and stupid (and often also entitled) cadets, superiors who were far too laissez-faire in their attitudes towards their work and stuffy old admirals who barely bothered to look her in the eye, having someone greet her quite so enthusiastically was something of a refreshing change. "I see that there will be no shortage of high spirits as long as you have anything to say about it," Bellona mentioned - rather stiffly, maybe. She still wasn't good at small talk. She'd never been. She looked down the mostly empty hallway. "I don't normally wander like this. I am not used to being idle." She admitted. "Where were you headed?" (edited)

Ah yes, even Amanda happened to slip sometimes, she was so used to her confident nature that she'd speak before she had the time to think. Natural, really, she was one to certainly take initiative on things. "Oh! Yes you did, my apologies," Amanda said, a slight hint of embarrassment in her voice, before she returned to her normal confident demeanor. "You're correct! I'll make sure that everyone is of the highest morale and spirits so we have a unified, happy and safe community aboard the station!" Amanda nodded in understanding Bellona's concern about wandering. "No worries! Wandering isn't a bad thing at all," Amanda said. "Not that you said so, but just as reassurance! Wandering requires you to walk around so you have physical activity while you're thinking! Wandering may be a good way to relieve stress as well!" Amanda responded to Bellona's second inquiry. "Oh! My shift is over, so I was headed to get some food at the food carts. Would you care to join me? I love company!"

Once again, being invited to meals was something that happened rarely to Bellona. Very, very rarely. She normally preferred to keep her cadets (and colleagues) at an arms' length at best in the interests of maintaining the utmost professionalism in her work and the people around her picked up on it after a while. But then again, she was new on board (as was Amanda) and she couldn't possibly expect her to know that. And, funnily enough, part of her simply couldn't think to say no. "I suppose I could." She replied, hesitantly. She had nothing else to do for now after all. "I've not eaten since coming aboard. Do you have any recommendations?" Yes, Bellona, assume that the newly arrived girl has already been round. Lovely.

Right away by her new colleague's reaction, Amanda could tell or at least estimate that Bellona wasn't really used to being invited to things like this. Well, Amanda thought, now was the time to invite her, now was the time to help her feel included. "Sure thing! We could head down there now! Get something to eat, see what they have." Amanda did try to rack her brain of the limited information she had but couldn't. "Unfortunately I don't have any recommendations as of yet, I guess we'll both be finding out together! Shall we?" Amanda said, smiling.

"Yes. We shall." Bellona was, admittedly, still not entirely sure about her new colleague, but she supposed looking for food was hardly the strangest thing they could do together, especially since they were both new to the starbase as a whole. She set off for the turbolift in silence and with her arms folded. Clearly she wasn't very good at small talk or conversation, if that hadn't been abundantly obvious up till this point.

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Yes! She'd done it! A new friend aboard the starbase in just a few short minutes! "Okay! Let's go!" Amanda said, heading with Bellona to #turbolift.

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