Side Sim - The Depths of Time: Seven Swords Sequel

Posted Sept. 27, 2021, 8:09 a.m. by Commander Tello Anaar (Executive Officer) (D Grisham)

Tello jumped behind the door when Marishka engaged the guard. It hadn’t opened fully and there was room for her slim frame to hide. As she heard them start moving away from the portal, she observed Stark follow them at a distance. Thirty seconds later, Tello moved to follow on Stark’s heels, but far enough behind to not get caught if someone became aware of his presence. She motioned for the others to fall in line with her.


OOC: I want to know who is on this mission? I have Tello, Marishka, Nightstalker, Michail, Orvos, S’Raal and T’Pon? Is that right?
OOC: As far as I’m aware, yes. :)
OOC Yep, with Emrys and Meryidiyth as well, but it’s the four of us that are the main protagonists.

Marishka followed seemingly meekly into the room. She made her way to the center and looked around. It would seem to the hapless guard that she slowly realized where she was. She smiled warmly but did not bare her teeth as a Klingon woman might if she found someone attractive.

“This is a brilliant start but do I look like a woman who walks around in armor all the time? What type of place is this?” she asked as she began to move about the room making careful note of what she saw.

  • Marishka

Orvos stuck with Tello for a bit, but soon moved closer to Stark, despite having a feeling that Marishka likely could handle herself well. A klingon here? It didn’t make sense. Then again, nothing ever did when it came to the Q. Orvos kept a hand on his belt where his throwing knives were. He could use them, though he wasn’t the most proficient at it. The sword was his best possibility, but he figured pulling it out now would give away their position. He moved ahead and peered around the corner of the open room to see what was taking place.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

The Klingon was greatly in thrall but he was subconsciously aware that he was not alone, somehow thought he still felt compelled to answer. ‘This is the castle of the Demon Kahless, we serve and obey”.

It was then that he turned slowly, reluctantly. Seeing the others in the shadows he made to bellow an alarm.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka’s right hand had never actually left her hip. Her movements were quick and silent as he turned away from her. She stepped in close, when he opened his mouth to call out there was only a gurgle as the spear tip end of her chain whip belt protruded from his throat.

  • Marishka

Stark stepped in to help lower the dead weight onto the ground without too much clatter. “Nicely done” he said quietly.

Gathering them around he continued to speak softly his ears flicking to the door and his tail lashing a little at the end. “I see two options, someone puts this armour on and we follow at a distance with an early warning from whoever is in the armour, or we just belt hell for leather through this place killing anything that gets in our way until we lay hands on the sword. Either way we need to be quick because the distraction will likely wear off soon and we’ll have more guards to deal with. Thoughts?”

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka stepped back from the corpse and eyed her companions critically.

“Well, whom does it fit better? It’s pretty much as simple as that isn’t it? Hell bent for leather sounds wonderful but I’m not as fond of bloodshed as my father had wished I was.” she said softly.

  • Marishka

“Seems to me time is something we are in short supply of. Probably best to make a run for it in the leather.” said Orvos, avoiding the thought of Marishka donning leather. He was aware that leather armor was meant to protect. The idea of something not as protective though, was not lost to him. Thankfully the woman couldn’t read his thoughts as he kept a straight face.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

“It’s going to be a bit loose on any of us but I think you should have the honour Marishka. Once we burst in they’re probably going to overlook you slightly due to that armour and I like the idea of giving you the chance to flank some people. I’ll take the middle and create some mayhem that the rest of you can take strategic advantage of. Any other thoughts before we storm the castle?”

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka had a feeling it would come down to that.

Reaching down she untangled the chest piece.

“Do you know how much this is going to hurt?” she asked looking at her own rather bountiful assets.

“Alright, you’re making sense even if I don’t like it. The smell of dead Klingon is not appealing but let’s have some fun shall we?”

A feral grin crossed her face as she sorted out the armor and began to put it on.

  • Marishka

Anaar wondered briefly why the group adventure had turned into the ‘Marishka Show’, then shook her head and spoke. “I’m not that crazy about just killing anything that moves. Where is everyone’s respect for life? How can you just toss it aside when it is one of Star Fleet’s main beliefs?” She looked from the dead guard to each person in their group. It was true she hadn’t been involved in the last episode and didn’t know what the rules were in this new place, but could they just kill everyone? Kill without trying to talk first? ask questions? give their foes a chance for survival?

—Anaar (and taking a mental shot at Marishka is just in character, woman to woman, its nothing personal Catt!! :)

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