“Sir! We’ve lost aft shields! We have hull breaches in section 10 thru 12 on decks 4, 5 and 6. Emergency structural force fields are up but I don’t know how long they’ll hold!”
Lt. Adam Kunzel didn’t even have time to acknowledge the report as an explosion made the ship lurch violently to the side. He barely managed to hang on to the captain’s chair, but both his navigator and comms officer were thrown off their seats.
“Fire aft torpedoes full spread!” He barked to his tactical officer, who was thankfully clinging to his console, then turned to his helmsman. “Then make a hard bank to port, see if we can shake them loose.”
“Aye sir.” Ensign Collins called back. Ensign Shyant only nodded a silent acknowledgement without taking her eyes off her console — Adam privately hoped that the young Andorian helmsman’s fancy flying could take them out of the mess.
After much contemplation, I’m finally going to start dipping my toes in the world of MMO Roleplay. I intend to take it slow, and going to start off with not one of my main toons on Guild Wars 2, but a low level one I’m slowly leveling. Here’s the profile I put together for her.
I had fully intended to use some, if not all of the Science ships that I got on Black Friday, as someone’s endgame ship. Trouble is, none of my toons has the proper skills or gear to properly fly Science ships….even Heidy, who has the right skills, is specifically built around lighter Science vessels such as the Pathfinder and the Nautilus, and won’t do very well in the slower Nebula. With that in mind, I ended up making a couple of new toons for that specific purpose… but since then they have kinda taken a life of their own in my head.
Meet Starfleet Lt. Adam Kunzel, helmsman of the USS Portsmouth, and Nessi, medic, slave girl and assassin of the Orion Syndicate.
The evening’s events were unexpected, but also thought-provoking. Certainly, the presence of Tal Shiar spies on New Romulus was no surprise, but for one of them to beam directly into D’Tan’s personal office was alarming to say the least. If the Tal Shiar wanted to assassinate D’Tan, they have proved that they could achieve this without difficulty; the fact that the Proconsul of the Romulan Republic was still alive was a testament that things were changing.
T’Leia was six years old again, still hidden behind the marble pillar while she listened to the accusations heaped upon her father. The words never ended, and her father’s distress would not stop. He argued so vehemently against sending aid to the Romulans, because he genuinely believed the threat was not real. It brought nothing but regret and shame to himself, his family and his people, while billions of Romulans paid the price.