A Perfect Join: Recovery Part I

Even prepared for the explosion, Lahn was knocked off her feet and her armor visuals became a wash of green-grey static that flickered across her eyes even as she rolled herself into a crouch.  She probed her surroundings with the tip of her pistol, firing whenever the barrel touched something solid. She felt movement, so she kept firing. After an agonizingly long half-second, visuals shakily returned, giving her a glimpse of a prone borg, its chest blistered by antiproton ruptures.  Her sensor net returned shortly after and its proximity alarm screamed threat from all directions. She thanked Gods Fortunate the explosion had knocked the sentries down as well, and she fired as she ran, more to slow them down than to destroy them. Hello, welcome to the new front of the war. I will be your server today.   

By the Numbers I: Oppenheimer Senior Staff

“You will find the senior staff responsibilities uploaded to your PADDS. You are expected to not only to know your own duties but the duties of your fellow officers in order to make communication efficient.”

Sri glanced around the four faces in the ready room.  Congenial, serious, placid, all listening attentively to Commander Syvok, Captain Tilmana’s First Officer. Only the Captain seemed slightly distracted, paging through his PADD as his first officer paused for the other officers to review their own PADDs

Out of Mind, Out of Sight I: Probe

“That must have been quite a powerboard accident.” Dr. Fenna said, running the ocular scanner over Lieutenant Commander Sri’s eye.

“I didn’t say I had a powerboard accident.”

“That’s good, you don’t have the lobes to sell that.” She picked up a hypo when Sri’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist tightly.  Dr. Fenna’s slow distainful stare went from Sri’s hand on her wrist to the Betazoid’s anxious expression.  “And just what do you think you are you doing, Lieutenant Commander?” Her tone was acidic.

“What is that?” Sri asked with an accusatory nod to the hypo.

Fenna twisted her wrist slightly. “The blood vessels in your eyes are grossly inflamed. A vasaldialator will reduce the inflammation.” She sarcastically added, “if that is in agreement with your medical opinion.”

Oppenheimer

Tell me what the ship is like. D’shyv asked in Sri’s mind.  The Aenar’s presence had been closer to her throughout the shuttle trip from the USS Bath to the USS Oppenheimer, even as she appeared to be sitting patiently in the shuttle seat.  This was a new world for D’shyv, and Sri carefully hid her doubts about bringing her into it.

The Oppenheimer is much larger than the Bath, and longer. The Bath was a variant on an experimental design found in the delta quadrant, while this is more standard design with a saucer section and nacelles--.

What does ‘Oppenheimer’ mean? D’Shyv cut in, and Sri winced inwardly. Of course she didn’t mean what the ship looked like.

Evlyn Lahn's Character Sheet

Evlyn Lahn

High Concept: Joined Trill  Captain of the USS Valkyrja

Trouble: My Shadowy Past Comes Back To Haunt Me

Other Aspects: Sometimes the Queen, Sometimes the Pawn; I really hate the Borg

Approaches

Careful: Fair (+2)
Clever: Good (+3)
Flashy: Mediocre (+0)
Forceful: Average (+1)
Quick: Average (+1)
Sneaky: Fair (+2)

Stunts

Long Term Planner: Because I am a long term planner, I gain a +2 to Cleverly overcoming obstacles or creating an advantage where planning ahead would help.

Battle Hardened Crew:  Because my crew is very resourceful, I have a +2 to Forcefully overcoming obstacles where the crew can help.

Tactical Wizard: Because I am a tactical wizard, I get a +2 when Cleverly creating advantages in combats with medium or large forces.

Stress: OOO

Consequences

Mild (2)

Moderate (4)

Severe (6)

Refresh: 3

A Perfect Join, Part VI

Binah

Lahn looked at Yassal’s pool, wishing her successes with her previous hosts did more to calm her nerves. The simulacrum in the pool regarded her expressionlessly with pinpoints of cold light, but Lahn couldn’t shake the feeling it was mocking her. Lahn narrowed her eyes, making a fist as she knelt by the pool. This is my mind. You cannot hurt me. She punched the liquid, letting her consciousness follow the force of the blow.

A burst of sunlight shattered brilliantly against an ocean that reached undisturbed to a cloudless horizon.  Small waves slapped a pale sandy meandering beach that arbitrated the ocean and dense jungle.  Lahn carefully surveyed the beach, feeling the heat oozing into her skin only to be brushed off by fits of cool breeze. She felt an ache in her hand, and looked down at her tightly clenched fist. She took a deep breath and slowly unclenched and flexed her hand, then sat on the beach and pulled off her boots.  She looked up and down the beach as she experimentally burrowed her bare foot into the warm sand and decided any direction would take her to Yassal.  She rose and picked one, leaving her boots on the lonely beach.