Holodeck - Beach Day Side Sim (Free for anyone to join)

Posted Feb. 15, 2021, 4:13 p.m. by Commander R'han (Chief Tactical Officer) (Luke Hung)

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kaylee Baxter (Chief Diplomatic Officer) in Holodeck - Beach Day Side Sim (Free for anyone to join)
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R’han stared at the Holodeck program log. He tilted his head. He was certain he had saved this time for his survival course. It was a combination ‘escape room’ mysteries along with an survival course combat sim. It kept him healthy, mental sharp, and suspicious. In fact this could be some sort of advance test set up by the complex program he designed. Although he didn’t think, ‘Baxter Beach Bungalow Beta’ was some sort of trick the computer was playing on him.

The sun was shining, the soft breeze gently tickling the leaves of the palm trees. The ocean waves lapped gently on the shore, providing that soothing sound that one naturally associated with the beach.

The setting was a luxurious beach resort, a large building situated on a hill overlooking the ocean. A garden path led from the main resort area to the beach, which was littered with lounge chairs and umbrellas. Several large canopies were spaced about, sheer curtains on each side tied back to the posts.

R’han looked about for a moment, he surmised that he should blend in. “Computer redress me in appropriate beach wear, long swim trunks, and sunglasses model 22a.” While the computer placed the trunks on him, he stripped off the superfluous clothes. He had the common Vulcan lean muscular swimmer build now completely revealed as he was shirt less.

Under one of the canopies, perched comfortably on a lounge chair, Kaylee lay gazing out at the water. She had donned an emerald green colored bikini, a large floppy white hat on top her head, and large sunglasses over her eyes.

A cocktail waiter approached her, a muscular built man in a skimpy speedo type bathing suit and carrying a small round tray. “Can I get you anything from the bar?”

“I’ll have a mango margarita,” Kaylee said, smiling. The man smiled back, and then turned towards another group of people farther down the beach.

Leaning back in her chair, Kaylee closed her eyes for a moment enjoying the breeze, and the calmness it brought her.

-Kaylee Baxter

R’han slipped from umbrella to umbrella until he reached Kaylee. He exhaled heavily, his doubts were now confirmed. He definitely was in the wrong program. Knowing it would be very suspicious and certainly rude to enter then leave without acknowledgement, he chose to announce himself. Clearing his throat, twice, the second time loudly he gazed on the young commander.

“You wouldn’t happen to be here to kill me?” One last chance of this to be some sort of survival exercise.


With a start, Kaylee sat up, a smile creeping on her face. “Now this would be quite the setting for a murder mystery, wouldn’t it?” She adjusted her sunglasses. The shades over her eyes masked the clear surprise she had in seeing R’han here. Out of the numerous crew members that she might imagine joining in a public run relaxation program, his was not the face she would have expected to see.

“One could only hope.” R’han frowned, feeling the need to explain himself so he didn’t sound insane. “I was hoping that the computer had adapted this program to be part of my survival program… sort of like how Kato would randomly attack the Pink Panther in one of the human movies - if you ever seen those ancient 2D films.”

She indicated to the lounge chair neat to her. “Please, kick your feet up and relax. I just ordered myself a drink. Would you like anything?” She paused. “How are you doing today?”

-Kaylee Baxter

“I will ask the server when he or she returns.” He stared at the chair for a moment then over at Kaylee. “I’m sure I can spare a few minutes.” He sat awkwardly on one edge of a lounge chair, then spun his body so he was laid out. The sun was fairly mild in comparison to Vulcan, less so for Romulus. “Are you trying to get a tan? There are a number of chemical reactants that would garner those results more evenly in less time.”


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