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Main Sim - Sunset on Risa

Posted March 3, 2019, 2:47 a.m. by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) (Ian Kerby)

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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

OOC: Me too! This is going to the amazing! :D
~Linds

OOC Thanks :-) No spoilers… haha

The conference room was opulent and featured heavy purple brocade curtains and more lace than was entirely necessary for a supposed place of business but R’han liked it, it reminded him somewhat of Klingon blood flowing down the walls and that appealed to him no end.

Christopher and Jayden were posted one on each side of the entry doors both of them looking taut and ready for anything. R’han had trusted them both with his life on more than one occasion during the occupation and they had never let him down.

Iliana Ghemor swept into the office, her grey Cardassian face uncharacteristically animated. In her service to the prophets she had nearly seen the destruction of both the Bajoran’s and her own race to genocide. That sort of thing leaves a mark.

She was about to speak when Loqaron Koraia burst into the room followed by his personal guard, a six foot wolf like creature with eyes full of hate and mistrust. Within one foot of the door Christopher and Jayden had a Varon T Disruptor to each of their heads. Loqaron looked down the barrel with disdain and the creature from Galdor looked like she was going to bite Jayden’s arm off, disruptor and all.

R’han sighed, the salubrious effects of his morning ablutions were simply not going to get him through the day it seemed.

“What?” he said acerbically.

Loqaron looked at Iliana and scowled. “I won’t allow this woman at the conference table” he said with a slightly upturned lip, “She doesn’t belong here and will only try to skew the talks to her own advantage”.

A voice from the back of the room coalesced into Orvos. R’han started slightly wondering how the man had suddenly appeared from seemingly nowhere. He decided Orvos must have been sitting there the whole time so still he hadn’t noticed him… either that or R’han’s morning routine had left him more out of contact with reality than most days.

Walking right up to Loqaron and getting full in his face, Orvos waved the security down. They lowered their weapons but kept a wary eye on the creature from Galdor. The “wolfshead” seemed to have lost her interest in them anyway and was instead sniffing in Orvos direction with obvious curiosity.

Orvos’ voice was slow, measured, weighty and had a gravitas that R’han had seldom seen in the man apart from when he was imitating Chuck Berry at Karaoke parties.

“Stand down Loqaron, your people will have their say and so will everyone”.

Loqaron looked like he was going to retort when suddenly his daughter appeared in the doorway. She took in the whole scene at a glance and then fixed her eyes on Orvos. R’han read in her eyes a look that said she had come here specifically to meet his “chief weather engineer”.

“Curiouser and curiouser” R’han thought to himself relishing the drama.

Ghemor cut in with obvious impatience. “All this posturing is unnecessary, your precious talks are not why I am here” All heads in the room swept her way… keeping the “wolfshead” in their peripheral vision just to be safe.

“I bring a message from the Prophets” Iliana stated boldly.

R’han immediately went to the sideboard and picked up a bottle containing some unnamed liquor who contents told him nothing other than that they were the colour green. He could feel a migraine coming…

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

OOC: I wasn’t able to gather what species Loqaron and his daughter are. If it’s not a spoiler, could you answer that?
- Miriam

OOC: It’s not a spoiler. Loqaron is Ghubari’s father. He is known to the Athena crew because he is the CO of a ship that was a part of their Exploratory Fleet for several sims.
~Linds

OOC: This is so exciting! I can’t wait to read more! I’m very interested in what you’ve done with Orvos. hahaha. Keep it coming! :D

-Tony

OOC :-) Thanks all, don’t worry, you’ll all be in their eventually (apart from Konral and Karina, I haven’t heard from you two yet, still time though). Miriam, didn’t think about the fact that you wouldn’t know Loqaron, but I’m sure you’ve guessed who the daughter is now :-)
Ian

IC
Loqaron looked like he was about to speak but his daughter stepped in front of him effectively cutting him down in mid sentence.

Iliana looked at the woman, “Ghubari” she said with a small smile.

“Did the prophets tell you my name ” The Napean woman replied in affirmation.

“No, but our intelligence service did, as they told us many things” Iliana looked pointedly at the Galdorian as she made that pronouncement. The tall wolflike creature stood unflinching under the Cardassian woman’s gaze.

There was the chink of ice in a glass and then a slight gulp as R’han took a swig of the green liquid. “Blah, blah, blah” he said in a descending cadence, “How about you get to the part where you tell us the “message” of the prophets”.

Iliana looked at him squarely. “You’re a very unvulcan vulcan Mr R’han but if you insist…”

“I do” said R’han sipping his beverage and raising an eyebrow.

The grey faced Cardassian woman waited until all faces were attentive. It took less than 0.3 seconds.

“The Prophets told me to tell you to prepare for visitors…”

Loqaron couldn’t contain himself and interrupted, “Of course we’re preparing for visitors, the Terran’s, the Romulans and the Taurus Pact, what a stupid…

He spluttered to a standstill as a very furry elbow took him full in the gut. The Galdorian muttered “Please continue”.

Iliana nodded her thanks and continued. “The Prophets told me to tell you to prepare for visitors from the Alternate Realm…”

to be continued…

OOC: just a terminology note, the people of Galdor are called Galdori, not Galdorians :) A common mistake given how many star trek races are named that way.

  • Miriam
    OOC Got it. Ian

IC
“Finally” Orvos muttered under his breath, only two in the room picked it up, the Galdori and R’han.

“We’ve had visitors from the alternate realm before” Jayden spoke up from the door, it’s never ended well for us”. His father nodded his assent to his son’s pronouncement.

R’han waved his hands around rather inarticulately but in truth he was distracting the players. “Details Madam Prophet, please give us the details”.

“I have no details other than one” Iliana said her smile alighting on Ghubari Koraia.

“Oh, stow the mysterious prophet speech business” R’han said piqued but carefully calculating his jibe. “Elaborate, you must”.

Iliana looked at him coldly and he did a little bow to further infuriate the woman.

Ignoring his instructions she took in all those standing in the room until she had their undivided attention. “They will come in a starship led by Ghubari Koraia, a woman who is more than she seems in both our realms”. With that final pronouncement she nailed Loqaron with a steely grey glare and the man was forced to look away.

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Without another word Iliana swept from the room leaving the denizens within bereft of any opportunity to ask further questions. Loqaron entered into a hushed but very intense diatribe with his daughter Ghubari which the Bennetts in close proximity were trying to stoically ignore.

Orvos walked to the window and R’han joined him, seconds later they were joined by the looming presence of the Galdori female.

Orvos didn’t even look around but quietly intoned “Bodyguard eh, Nice disguise Luka, it suits you”.

There was a snort from the Galdori as they looked out the window together and then she spoke just as quietly. “The Galdori weren’t invited so someone had to be present to make sure that these peace talks don’t disadvantage my people. Loqaron was my ticket, the man is seriously paranoid about that daughter of his”.

R’han stood there quietly fuming about the number of secrets his weather engineer was keeping from him. He poured himself another and slugged it back sighing slightly.

Orvos interpreted his “bosses” displeasure and muttered something that sounded like a very halfhearted apology to which R’han grunted in seeming admission of said apology. The two had long since passed beyond the need for intelligent conversation, grunts and sighs were sufficient.

R’han’s eyes were drawn to two women down by the pool. Miss Cherry Blossom had just brought them a drink, some flamboyant tall thing with far too many tiny umbrella’s in it. R’han made a mental note to speak to his bartender, all 42 of them, about wastage and the imminent destruction of the ecosystem due to umbrella’s.

The two women were obviously mother and daughter and were obviously arguing about something. The younger blond was gesticulating a bit and then the mother quieted her down whilst at the same time casual flipping a table knife around in her hand. R’han became fixated on the spinning knife, once, twice then three times the woman flipped it catching it flawlessly each time without even looking at it. R’han flicked through his PaDD looking for their faces… ah, there they were, Barbara and Kaylee Baxter, entrepreneurs on holiday. “Must be selling tableware”, R’han thought to himself.

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist


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