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Main Sim - Sunset on Risa

Posted Feb. 8, 2019, 11:52 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Kaylee Baxter (Chief Diplomatic Officer) (James Harrison)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Sunset on Risa
R’han watched as the sunset fell on the planet Risa. His body was stretched out on a lounger near a pristine infinity pool overlooking an ocean set on fire by the setting sun. It was idyllic which was why the “Vulcan” man was puzzled at his feelings of discontent.

He had been installed as sub-director of this planet under the previous boss Gul Moped. The Tal Shiar had thought that a man of R’han’s talents would be useful in that position Gul Moped had been dreadful and had run the place as a Vulcan and Human sex prison to pander to the assorted needs of the Klingon Cardassian Alliance.

R’han smiled as he remembered the man’s death 13 years ago. Memory Omega, the mysterious underground movement started by Emperor Spock centuries ago had seen fit to contact him through his Weather Engineer Orvos and warn him that the apocalypse was coming. Turns out they had been using the Vulcan slaves across the galaxy to use low level mind melds to implant certain “suggestions” into the Cardassian and Klingon leaders during massage therapy time across the years. Ingenious… and very effective. Gul Moped had suddenly got the notion that he was a mermaid and could breathe under water. R’han had found him grinning insanely at the bottom of the very pool he was lying in front of now.

Some of his human workers had set up an effigy of the now dead director in the form of a small motorbike which they had duly set on fire. They thought it was hilarious but R’han hadn’t quite understood the cultural reference.

Across the galaxy reports rolled in of Damar shooting Dukat in cold blood, Klingon ships firing on each other and some new breed of fighting force working with the Terran Rebellion led by some archeologist named Luc Picard, M’k’n’z’y of Calhoun and Smiley O’Brien.

Next thing Risa had become a tourist attraction and R’han had found himself director. After 13 years in the job he had found his job as “Chief Hedonist” suited him well, but there was still the nagging feeling that things weren’t quite right.

We watched as Christopher and Jayden Bennett, a father son team that headed up security, did the rounds as people bustled around getting ready for the next show, a newly minted comedian act run by Conner Quinn who had just been signed on. Considering the man had spent many years incarcerated on Rura Penthe R’han was amazed the man had anything funny to say. he’d have to go watch the show and find out the attraction.

A young Napean woman dived into the pool under the watchful eye of her father, a visiting dignitary come for the talks with the Taurus Pact members. R’han watched as the young woman surfaced, she had a look that was somehow haunted, like she had lost something dear to her and desperately wanted to find it again.

A shadow blocked out the sun briefly as Orvos took a moment to rest on a nearby lounger.

“Enjoying the sunset” the weather engineer said in a soft sarcasm laden voice.

“A tinge more purple tomorrow” R’han said half mockingly looking briefly over at Orvos. R’han was one of the few who knew who Orvos really was. It disconcerted him no end to have someone “working” for him that had at one point in time received his orders directly from Emperor Spock himself. To the people of Risa Orvos was a humble engineer and great fun at karaoke parties. To R’han the man was a connection to Memory Omega and a whole universe of intrigue.

“What’s the word’ R’han enquired eyes still on the Napean woman. He nodded briefly at the father who was glaring at him for staring.

Orvos steepled his hands behind his back. “Unexpected visitors coming for the talks” he said with just the right tone of voice that R’han knew he wasn’t going to like what came next.

“The Bajorans are coming and not only are they bringing Kai Osaka Sulan but they’re being accompanied by none other than the Emissary of the Prophets herself Iliana Ghemor, who I might add wants to have a private word when she arrives”.

R’han groaned inwardly and waved to a nearby waiter “My usual please, and make it a double!”

To be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

OOC: Great intro post! Can’t wait to see what’s in store!!!
-James


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