ten_fwd | Entries tagged with shadow

Part of being young and non human in a place like this meant that there weren't a lot of people immedietly apparent that he could get along with. So he usually sticks to himself, and given his sleep schedule he's not up for very long on a daily basis. There are times though when his self isolation gets too much and he decides he needs to socialize.

Today has been turning out to be a terrible day for that, as today? He can sense the emotions of others. Picking up on every little bit off emotional tidbit off of people like an emotional radar, getting any good sleep has become impossible.

The worst part? None of his powers worked, so he was feeling agitated and week, as well as trapped in his feral form, unable to morph back into his more flexible human/cat form. So there he was, an emotional sponge, and letting all of those emotions from others influence his own.
He sits on one of the many couches in the lounge area of Ten Forward, glancing around at those who might come by, hoping they're not half as moody as he is.

orions_shadow

A few hours after the initial cat invasion, a pattern began to emerge, at least for Shadow. Cats he recognized by sound or by coat or how they greeted and recognized him. They were all his. The ones he saved from starvation or abuse or from being strays in a terrible place like the rogue isles.

So he has been collecting them, some, anyway, making sure they were put away in his quarters or isolated in ten fwd. He replicated food for them in the bar, made sure they were watered. There were plenty unaccounted for.

But him? he was looking for one particular cat. An abyssinian named Artemis. She was his baby, and he was damned if he was going too let anyone else take her, though he suspected many of the crew might be happy to take some of the cats if they were all stuck here.

He rumbles softly, almost a purr, what he did to call her as he walked down the halls. Eventually, such a cat did turn the corner, running at him and bumping foreheads. For anyone observing, there was a very clear bond between the two. She trills at him, and he scoops her up in his arms and snuggles with her. yup, they were as bosom buddies.

Aside from that, he leaves the following up on the PADD network;

Far as i can tell these cats are all from my world. They were cats I found and saved off streets of Nerva Archipegalo or Port oakes. Not good places. so they might be skittish. be good to them or you will have to deal with me.

orions_shadow

'Matty'...

Shadow was napping in the bar, as he often did when he wasn't harrassing officers with stupid questions, or trying to find something interesting to do, like playing in the Jeffreries, when he suddenly lifts his head. Animals and their hearing, his ears are twitching, rotating to zero in on something before he hears something again, jerking to his feet and heading for the door.

He stands in the door, awkwardly bumps into someone walking into the bar and starts heading out into the hall.

Again, the voice calls out his name.

"Mom?" He finally calls back, coming to a fork in the halls, he looks in either direction.

"Where are you?"

youwillbe

It would be easy to miss Yoda's presence. He is, after all, only 0.6 meters tall. People have to look down to spot him.

Of course, to anyone who does look down, he's rather unique looking. Small. Green. Wrinkly. And, for some reason, dressed in the sort of sailor suit a toddler might have worn in the 1920s. Zelien had been hard on clothing, and for someone his size, replacements were... ecclectic.

This wasn't the swamp. After the business in Zelien, Yoda was expecting to finally be back in the swamp and spending a few years contemplating everything.

It seemed the Force had other ideas though. Except... something is wrong here. He stumbles slightly as he steps forward. "Quiet here, the Force is."

And without that connection to the Force, he really remembers that he is 881 years old. And that's hard on any body.

hoodandarrow

Oliver felt like he was settling in well. Yeah he hadn't worked up the courage to visit a counselor yet but he was getting there and he planned on keeping his promise to Thea. For now he was exploring the ship and getting to know people. Right now he was sitting in Ten Forward and sipping a glass of something nonalcoholic that tasted vaguely fruity. His eyes glanced around the room as he took in the different people and wondered what their life stories were.

funnythingsare

Tony didn't remember falling asleep after playing dress-up. But here he was, standing in front of the mirror, in a frilly hat and an eyepatch and, he had to admit, a pretty nice jacket, if you were into that whole period piece thing. Funny part was, every time he tried to change, the items would mysteriously reassert themselves when he wasn't noticing.

But he had things to do, and places to be, and future tech to research and rip off, so he went with it. If the effect was more than a little Pirates of the Caribbean, he hadn't noticed. He knew Johnny Depp, of course, but that didn't mean he wasted his time with Disney movies.

One problem, though--the eyepatch. He kept almost running into people and things. And the damn thing would not come off.

"How does Fury do it?" he muttered to himself as he gave up on schematics for the time being and went into Ten Forward.

Now the rum, he could possibly get used to. Not his drink of choice but weren't they all, in a way?

ten_fwd_npcs

Now that Dr. Crusher's medical team has cleared a sizable number of new passengers for ship-wide access comes a big day for them: the day they receive their official introduction to the Enterprise. It starts with a tour of the ship and some background to the situation, delivered by Chief O'Brien.

The tour covers the main areas of the ship, and a history of recent events, Q-inspired and otherwise.

Once the tour has wrapped up, it normally falls on Worf's shoulders to assign the new arrivals quarters and instruct them on the correct behavior and protocols needed for life aboard the Enterprise. They have been gathered together in Ten Forward, and are awaiting further instructions on how to proceed. Unfortunately, Worf is still unavailable, and so instead it falls on Lt. Junior Grade Baldwin’s shoulders to do so, just as it did last month.

As he has done this before, Baldwin has a speech prepared:

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, and all command centers are off-limits.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters.

"Copies of the Prime Directive will be made available to all of you, and placed in each room. As you are not Starfleet officers, you are not obligated to abide by this rule; however, it is important you understand why we do.

Looking down at the safety of his PADD, he says, "Room assignments are as follows," before reading off the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Deck 7, Section 4

Room # 0717 - Mara Jade and Cridhe
Room # 0756 - Elim Garak
Room # 0759 - Ayesh
Room # 0761 - Hokuto Shijima and Felicity Smoak
Room # 0763 - Oliver Queen and Reinette
Room # 0771 - Quark and Amanda Graystone
Room # 0774 - Tasha Yar and Agatha Heterodyne

Deck 8

Section 1A - Subject Theta
Room # 0143 - Shadow and Willard Decker
Room # 0148 - Lacey Harwood and Charles Tucker III

Deck 9, Section 4

Room # 0911 - Ishka and Jim Shannon
Room # 0916 - Alex Summers and Emma Frost
Room # 0918 - Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Room # 0919 - Luna Lovegood and Chris Halliwell
Room # 0924 - Padmé Amidala and Jadzia Dax

"I will remain here to answer questions," Baldwin says, managing to keep the reluctance out of his voice. "And the rest of the Security team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

The list is also displayed on a PADD, where people can refer to it if they need to.

[ooc: Open log for building CR with new roommates and meeting neighbors, "party post" style! Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There is a post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and find more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there. If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP. The tour given by Chief O'Brien is not open for tagging; you can assume your character had any basic questions answered. ]

ten_fwd_npcs

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

rejoined

The last thing Jadzia expected after her wedding was to get whisked off somewhere. Well, no, she expected the Chief and Julian to play their part and "attack" the happy couple, but she definitely didn't expect to open her eyes after the first volley to find herself somewhere else entirely. She blinks warily. Usually, when this happens nothing good comes of it. Or, well, okay getting tossed back to the Kirk's timeline had been fun, even if they were trying to save him from a tribble-bomb. She could have done without getting stuck in 2024 though.

So here she is, walking the hallways cautiously. She's already asked the computer to tell her what ship this is and the answer was most definitely not comforting. Eventually, she ends up in Ten Forward, where she knows she'll find someone happy to give her answers. At least she'll be gathering attention very quickly with what she's wearing.

Little does she know her Klingon wedding dress might garner even more attention than she expects.

tript

Anyone familiar with the history of Starfleet - at least when it came to uniforms - would recognise that the man who appeared in Ten Forward was from two hundred years ago. His uniform was a lot like a blue boiler suit, with red stripes, three pins denoting his rank of Commander, and a lot of pockets.

Commander Charles Tucker III was confused. A moment ago he'd been on Enterprise and now he was somewhere else. It looked like it could be a bar, but the stars outside and the feeling beneath his feet of a warp engine, told him it was a starship. So this was a mess hall, perhaps. He didn't feel like he'd been transported. And if something had wiped his memory his shoulder would have improved. He moved his left arm experimentally in its sling. No, definitely no memory wipe and he'd definitely just been on Enterprise.

Trip unzipped a pocket and came across a hyper spanner. "I wondered where that went," he muttered to himself. He put it back and pulled out his communicator. Flipping it open he said, "Tucker to Enterprise." There was nothing - not even static. It was as if Enterprise was not in range, but if that was the case how did he get here? If only he had two hands free and the right tools, he'd take the communicator apart to check it was working. He tried it again, not really expecting an answer this time. "Tucker to Enterprise."

hasopinions

This was not Risa. It didn't take much observational skill to figure that one out. Which was... interesting, since she had most definitely been relaxing on a beach there moments before.

She sets about trying to assess the situation as soon as she can. She knows Federation construction when she sees it. Even without a grandson in Starfleet, it paid to know the major powers of the quadrant. She knows the Federation well enough to realize that these hadn't been the standard uniforms for quite a few years.

From the stories Nog had told, there could be quite a few explanations for that. And she has every intention of getting one. Quark's right. Everyone lovest he bartender. So that's exactly who she starts off looking for.

As she walks, her eyes dare anyone to say something about a Ferengi female in clothes walking around the bar like she's debating owning the place. Though she's not really giving it much serious consideration. If this is actually a Federation vessel without a lot of contact with outsiders, there'll be no profit in it.

diplomaticsolutions

It was for several seconds that she had stood, eyes closed, before her lashes had fluttered back, only to be greeting with a sweeping view of space. Padmé was no stranger to it, having been on and off ships since she was a young girl. Even as she had grown, space travel had remained a constant- from Coruscant to Naboo and back, with stops here and there on other planets, depending on what was going on. Yet, as Padmé drew in a breath, there was complete and utter confusion on her face, before her brow furrowed.

The soft chatter of voices behind her had her looking over her shoulder, although by the looks of it, one might have thought it was her first time in space. Her eyes were slowly drawn back towards the window, glancing out into the cold depths before her, breathing in and out, although already something about that felt foreign and strange. Her hand was lifted and her palm opened, to gaze down at the item in her grasp, and it drew a sharp breath from her.

She could remember when Anakin had given it to her all those years ago, on a ship through space, as something to remember him by. Who would have know just what his role in her life was to be. Not even Padmé could have fathomed it. It was fuzzy and foggy, old memories mingling with new, but as her eyes traveled down on to that shimmering blue gown that she was dressed in, the confusion deepened. She pushed at her mind, recalling, of Mustafar, of the twins, of... of Anakin. A gasp was given, quick and sharp, before her eyes darted around the room, panic rising.

It seemed to be some sort of a cantina, although Padmé couldn't say that she was familiar with it. That there were different species didn't seem to bother her, although none were known. Not a single face was recognized either, and as her hands settled over her stomach, Japor snippet dangling. Obi-Wan. Luke... Leia... She had been... But... But she had died. That was a truth, and she found herself working that over and over in her mind.

Even as she tilted her head, little flowers went raining down, and Padmé bent, picking them up, holding the white petals in her free hand. She had no explanation as to why or how this had happened- or even what had happened. Was this some afterlife? That her emotions were a jumble wasn't surprising. Too much had happened, and the knowledge of everything pressed up against her. She paused, eyes closed again, wanting nothing more than to cry, but also knowing that crying wasn't going to help her.

Swallowing, Padmé turned back towards the populated area, and started to make her way forward. "Pardon, but do you think I could- that is, where am I? What ship is this?"

beforethedarktimes

Another world, another wretched hive of scum and villainy. He was under no illusions that about his contact's reputation, but he was hoping that for once the meeting wouldn't be in a place that left him feeling in desperate need of a shower. Or perhaps some place that his robes didn't draw quite as much ire. He could feel the eyes of half the cantina's patrons boring into him as he made his way towards the back; specifically to a waiting door guarded by a pike-wielding Weequay. As he approaches, the guard nods in acknowledgement, stepping aside. The door opens with a pneumatic hiss and Obi-Wan steps into--

A much nicer cantina. Gone are the greenish-brown walls stained with substances Obi-Wan isn't particularly inclined to try to identify. In their place is a sleek, tastefully lit bar colored in soft grays and blues.

Two things stand out head-and-shoulders over the changed interior and suddenly uniformed clientele. The first are the wide, sweeping windows on the far side of the room, showing off an endless starscape. The second was the quiet. Not from the room itself, the bar was full of the soft chatter you might expect, but from ... from everything. It was a strange, muted feeling that settled over him as though the ambient noise around him had died out, no matter what his ears were hearing. It took him a moment to figure out what it was, but when he the realization hit him, it sent a small shudder down his spine. The Force was quiet. Distant.

The sudden, jarring change made him take a step back, and instead of moving back into the grungy bar he'd came from, he stepped out into a well-lit corridor. Somehow, he'd gone from a Sriluurian cantina to a starship.

The obvious questions of 'why' and 'how' came to the fore of his mind, but no obvious answers. No disorientation beyond the initial rush either. That probably said a great deal about his life of late.

While there was a reaction in the room, brief glances of confusion at his robes, it seemed like most of the patrons were content to resume their conversations. Strangers must not be all that unusual. Hopefully his questions won't be all that strange either.

"Excuse me," He began, putting on a pleasant smile as he approached a group of strangers. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am. I seem to be a bit lost."

kittened

There is a soft pop that can be heard in Ten forward. Felicity can be seen standing in the middle of the lounge looking somewhat stunned. This wasn't right. Her heart sank as she looked around nothing looking familiar to her at all. What was going on?

"No! This isn't right... No No No!" She shook her head. "Where is Oliver Queen? I need to save him. It's important. Please anyone?"

She is supposed to be in the ATOM suit now, she almost had him.... Oh God... what would happen now?

hoodandarrow

[Sickbay: locked to any doctor types]

"If I knew how to take this suit off I'd be kissing you right now," he hear Felicity say and it brought one of his rare smile out to play. He knew he was not good enough for Felicity Smoak and yet he can't help loving her as deeply as he does. She was so brave and smart and funny and his. No matter what happened next, he would have her and that was all that mattered to him. He takes a few steps toward her planning on pulling Palmers helmet off and kissing her himself when the world goes pear shaped. He reaches for Felicity and comes into contact with...

Nothing....Felicity isn't standing in front of him anymore. And the room he's in now is white with strange screens on the walls and noises he doesn't recognize in the slightest. He has to reign in the instinct to reach for a weapon, but he does attempt to drop into a crouch. That turns out to be a bad idea as he realizes his ribs are broken and the crouch sends pain shooting up his body and he straightens up with a wince as he reaches over to grip his ribs. "Little help," he calls out trying not to pass out. He's the Arrow and he's stronger then this.

[Sickbay after being patched up: ota]

Oliver feels completely out of his depth. He was in space and Starling City was centuries away. He'd shake his head if he wasn't feeling a bit dizzy still. He is lying on a bed studying his hand. His wrist had been broken and now not so much. This whole future thing was going to be weird...very very weird. For a while he wishes Felicity or John was standing beside him, he could really use a friend right now when his life was undergoing yet another major change.

adooronceopened

She should be dead. She should be... but she wasn't. How could she possibly be alive? She took a deep breath, feeling easy breath enter her lungs for the first time in years. She could breathe easily, which was perhaps a surprise, though if she wasn't dead, perhaps it shouldn't have been. She looked all around her and then down at herself. She was... wearing the gown she had worn from when the Doctor had broken through the mirror and saved her from being beheaded.

She turned this way and that, feeling the familiar weight on her bones. She took a deep breath, relishing in the air feeling her lungs so deeply it ached. How was this possible? Was this the Doctor's doing? Could he do something that impossible? Was this heaven, perhaps? She pressed a hand to her hip, trying to keep calm. She didn't know where she was, certainly, but that didn't mean panicking would allow her to think any clearer.

The Doctor wasn't here, so then, this might not be his doing. This place lacked the beauty of the palace. Calm yourself, Reinette. She kept telling herself. As she looked around, well, to be honest, she had never seen something like this place before. As she gazed about, she noticed the vast windows gazing out into...

She picked up her skirts and hurried over to a window, gazing out. Stars? Beautiful and... and so much closer. Had the Doctor been able to keep his promise?

Oh, but how? So many questions and so little time... or perhaps now she had all the time in the world. Everything seemed so strange. A brief jolt of fear shot up her spine and wrapped around her brain. What if this was the ship of those monsters? Had they truly succeeded in getting her at last? If that were true, then she would have to be very careful and find some way back home, even if it meant her death on the slow path once more.

Perhaps that was the strangest part of all. She could still remember being so bone weary and exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. She remembered the king holding her hand, staying by her side as she could barely lift herself out of bed. So what was all this then? Where was the tiredness? Where was the exhaustion? She looked back out the window, alone in such a strange room. Reinette needed to think clearly, needed to understand just what was happening. She'd need to find someone to speak to and ask where she was, and for that matter, what year was it. Everything after that would take... time, would take planning. But she could do very little when everything was so unclear. Perhaps even his majesty was here?

She yearned for a friendly face, or at least, a helpful one.

At the sound of movement, she stood up and brushed the front of her gown. Carefully, she placed a calm, collected, and pleasant expression on her face, slipping the familiar mask on. As a courtier, it was easy enough to do, and frantic screaming and pleading was not at all going to endear her to whomever her captors might be. She glided over to the person and inclined her head.

"I beg your pardon," she started, not sure how she would be treated here. "But I am in need of assistance. I am afraid I am a bit unsure of my situation. If there is someone I should speak to, pray tell, instruct me towards their direction and I will handle things from there."

orions_shadow

1: In the brig

Engineering was in chaos this morning. Security was called and uncouth words were spoken as a sudden new arrival fell from the catwalk above the engines. There's not a whole lot you can do when you're in the middle of work and suddenly, surprise, an earth predator! Thankfully nobody was hurt but the chaos that ensued forced the lead engineer on duty to bring up a force field in the hall once the creature escaped engineering to prevent it from advancing any further. It took two shots of a phaser on stun to take him down, which was more than impressive.

The creature awoke on the cot inside of brig cell #2, dazed and confused. He ended up hiding under the cot almost immediately afterwards. And so there he'd stay until someone came to either study him or haul him off to some crazy experiment.

2:Guest Quarters

Nobody, having seen Shadow's intelligence after the incident could ethically keep him locked up. Things had calmed down, the panic subsiding, and he agreed to be escorted to a guest quarters where he could rest and acclimate better to his surroundings. Some of the security offers were relieved that Q hadn't just brought aboard a little monster, but instead just a humanoid creature scared out of his little mind.

So once he was in his 'quarters', he took it to himself to find a place where he could watch everyone else or the door, but also have a fair amount of security. For now, it was the corner of the couch, laying sprawled out like a common cat and staring at the door or his bunk mate. He was not feeling secure enough to be the first to strike up conversation.

3: Ten Forward

And so he braves the outside world, outside of the quarters, that is. Venturing out into the hall but swiftly being directed to the only place he could actually go to. Up to the bar. Great, he could get something to take the edge off, right? Maybe. Who knew if they had stupid laws like they did in the Americas here on this-- It's a freakin' bloody space ship. How'd he get sucked into outer space? Never mind.

Either way he enters the bar off the turbo lift, looking scruffy and battle worn. His clothes, a red hoodie with black patches off a durable material was torn and fraying at the seams. His pants, which were short cut, ending at his calves, were in a similar condition. For anyone else either he didn't care about his appearance, or only owned one pair of clothes and they were well worn. That latter, was the truth of course.

He saunters up to the bar, blinking at the bartender. "Got any bailies?" He quandaries, then glancing over at the replicator. That was a thing...

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