I'm getting bored of my music as I keep it on repeat.
Anyone suggest any artists/bands I can listen to?
I basically listen to everything

Cheers :silly:

Marietta and Narciso exited Main Engineering and walked to the turbolift just outside its primary exit. Everything was working perfectly, neither the lights nor the consoles flicked anymore and there were no power surges or fluctuations to deal with. The Engineering team was ecstatic when they determined that no plasma conductors had blown when power was restored with the forced ship-wide reboot Narciso set into motion.

As they entered the turbolift and told the computer that their destination was the bridge, Marietta looked to the shorter male to her right. “How did you fix the power?”

Narciso only smiled and looked up to his best friend. “I flushed the conduit entirely. It was where the virus was concentrated. It was designed to attack a singularity core, not a warp core. But with a warp core, it effectively blockades the flow of our power, which is why the warp core never went offline.”

“All of that was written on that datapad?”

“No, just the information of the ‘Databug’ and its logged uses on Romulan ships.” Narciso lifted his hand, the datapad along with it. “It’s meant to be a one hit K.O. But what bothers me is the fact that the Orion Captain gave an accurate countdown…”

“You mean she’s tested this on Federation Vessels before? Mon Deus… That can’t be good.”

“No it cannot. We’ll have to inform the Captain to alert Starfleet Command and see if any ships have disappeared.” Narciso looked away from Marietta and to the turbolift doors as they swung open, having reached the bridge. Both walked and made their way to their respective places, Narciso sitting to the left of the Captain and Marietta at the secondary tactical station next to Beldon, Narciso holding the datapad dropped by the spy firmly. They all looked to the view-screen as a channel was opened to the Brigand Cruiser.

Captain Mariana now sat with a furrowed brow, due to recent events. But instead of her drawing all the attention, she now shared it with a slim Orion male that stood directly to her right, leaning on her command chair. The two shared extremely identical features, and strangely enough, the male also had a head of hair, reddish-brown in its natural hue. Captain Mariana raised a hand, silencing the male who had been whispering in her ear. She looked directly at Narciso, and then to Marietta and finally to the Captain, who she spoke to. “Dear Captain, it seems that you have a very talented crew on your hands. You have trained them well and in that aspect, you have gain points of my respect.”

“Well then, thank you Captain. As you can see we have regained our ship and purged it of your… very interesting virus.” He motioned a hand towards Narciso who raised the datapad up in his hands. “Thank you for this information. Starfleet will undoubtedly appreciate this.”

Captain Mariana’s eyes went wide and then narrowed as she gazed upon the seal of the Orion Syndicate located on the raised datapad. The crew behind her instantly glared at the male to her side. Before anything else could be done she delivered a swift whip of her fist to the males’ chin, causing him to fall to the floor, blood pouring down his lip. She regained herself and ordered her crew to take him to the brig. “Captain. It seems we are at a standstill.”

“No, not at all.” The Captain placed his right leg over his left knee and leaned onto his left arm. “As I see it, and I can see clearly now that our sensors are back online, I am at the advantage. Your move, Captain. I suggest sacrificing your Queen and escaping with a further unscathed King.”

“You advice is well received Captain. We’ll depart Federation Space immediately…”

Narciso looked to Mariana and then hastily leaned toward the Captain and whispered something within his ear. The Captain instantly straightened his posture and shot Narciso a look, to which Narciso only nodded. Talons then cleared his throat and spoke as authoritarian as possible. “I’m afraid you cannot just leave. You have, after all, trespassed into Federation space. If you’d be willing to show some sort of… let’s call it ‘cooperation’, we’ll then allow you to leave.”

“What kind of Cooperation do you have in mind Captain?” Mariana asked, trying to hide her nervousness.

“Give us the spy that boarded our ship. This will allow us to determine when and where he managed to come aboard our ship.”

“I…” Mariana paused for a moment thinking deeply and letting out a sigh. “You tie my hands Captain. The failure was to be executed upon our arrival back home. You may have him. I trust you will treat him justly?”

“Of course. We do not torture our prisoners.”

“Fine. We’re transmitting transport coordinates now.”

“Coordinates received Captain.” Reported Beldon.

“Bridge to transporter room 3. Energize the prisoner directly to the brig.”

“Roger than Captain. Transporting… We’ve got him Captain, transport confirmed.”

“Thank you Chief.” The Captain returned his attention to his view-screen. “Tell me his name, Captain Mariana.”

“His name…” Mariana paused for a moment then continued her sentence, not looking directly into the viewer. “Is Valla Arin… Mariana. Lokapāla out.” The view-screen of the Pallas Helena returned to normal view and the Lokapāla could be seen turning a few degrees to its starboard and entered into warp, disappearing in the vastness of the star ocean.

The bridge crew was entirely stunned upon hearing the name of their new captive. Captain Mariana had just sent her own family into the hands of the enemy. The Captain turned and looked to Narciso, a questioning look in his eyes. “I can’t believe she handed him over so easily.”

“She didn’t send him to die Captain. She sent him here to save his life. Captain Mariana said it herself; he was to be executed upon their return.”

“Why would she show him pity like that?” Questioned Beldon, confused beyond reason.

“Because, he is her younger brother.”

The crew went silent and stayed that way until the Captain spoke up. “Well. Number One, make a detailed record of this encounter in the ships log. Helmsmen, set course and continue on to Vulcan. Counselor Narciso, would you accompany me to the brig. At the least, he can tell us about this virus they developed.”

“Of course Captain.” Narciso replied as they both arose from their seats and walked to the turbolift. As they did so, Reaver stood up and took the command chair.

“Look alive people!” he said, shaking the pressuring gloom off of the bridge. “We’ve got a mission to complete.”


Captain Talons and Narciso rode the turbolift downwards and then horizontally, just past Main Engineering. The did so in total silence, though Narciso could read the turbulent thoughts of his commanding officer, no doubt trying to put the pieces of this gargantuan puzzle together. They exited and walked a short length down a corridor. Upon entering the Brig, there were only two security officers present and a green-skinned male laying on the prison cell’s bed. They took the necessary steps until they were standing before the cell’s forcefield.

“Captain, he has not moved since we received him. We think they simply knocked him out before transporting him.” Reported one of the security officers.

“If that is the case Captain, then he may need immediate medical attention.” Spoke Narciso.

“Yes… Transporter Room. Do a site to site transport of our prisoner to sickbay. Security to sickbay.” Talons looked towards Narciso with narrowed eyes. “I’ll take no chances.” He then walked out with Narciso following him.

They reappeared inside sickbay, where six security officers stood against the walls. The CMO, Dr. Reeves, was already working on treating the wounds of the prisoner, who laid atop a biobed, naked with a blanket to cover his midsection down to his feet. The wounds on his chest were evident with the large bruises scattered about, some even present on his shoulders, neck and face, and no doubt his back.

“Doctor.” Called out the Captain to gain his attention. However the Doctor did not stop and continued working with haste with two nurses. “Vincent.”

“Not now. He’s got hemorrhaging within his occipital lobe. I need to treat it before he goes blind.” He looked to the Captain only for a second. “They really did a number on him, Rider.”

“They didn’t want him giving out any information. I hope Captain Mariana doesn’t hear about this.” Voiced Narciso as he placed his hands together in front of his abdomen.

“Why Counselor?”

“Because Captain… Well… How would you feel if you learned officers aboard your own ship hurt your sibling so horribly?”

“Good point.”

“Quiet! I need to focus. Nurse, keep an eye on the neural monitor. Christina, hand me the osteo-regenerator and the neural stimulator. Get to work on those bruises with the dermal regenerator. Be sure to get it deep enough if needed.”

“Yes Doctor.” Chrissy replied as she handed him his requested tools and took her own, getting to work on the largest bruises on his chest.

“Captain, the stimulator is relaying an increase in his neurological activity. The action potential of his occipital neurons are stabilizing. Blood pressure in the area is reducing to normal levels. No clots or inner bleeding detected.”

“Good. Now we just have to stich up the bone. We’re lucky he hasn’t bleed out all over the place. Then again the wound isn’t open, thankfully.” The Doctors’ hand moved with precision to apply treatment with the osteo-regenerator. He looked towards the Captain only to give a quick comment. “I’ve healed worse Rider. But if you’re expecting him to talk, you’re out of luck. He needs rest.”

“That is not an option Doctor. Once the procedure is complete you will awaken him.”

Narciso shot a look over to the Captain only to be met with a stern gaze in return.

“Your concern is noted Counselor. But I need answers. We were attacked in an extremely calculated way. A very well practiced operation. I intend to get to the bottom of HOW the Hell this happened.”

Narciso could only look away from the Captain. His determination and resolve was to be respected. And he was in the right. His ship was assaulted, his crew almost killed entirely. He was acting the way that was expected of a Starfleet Captain given the situation.

The Doctor finished his treatment and looked towards Talons, who returned the gesture with a nod of his head. Getting the confirmation, he placed a hypospray given to him by Chrissy on the prisoners’ neck, and injected it. Within seconds the prisoner moaned and his eyes flickered open slowly, the eyelids narrow to compensate the bright overhead lights. He came to, and turned his head to his left, seeing Captain Talons and Narciso standing there.

“Alas, the rest is silent…” he spoke softly before closing his eyes and passing out.

Narciso only blinked at the Orion as he laid on the biobed. The Captain raised a hand and scratched his bearded chin then voiced a question. “Did… Did he just quote the play ‘Hamlet’, from Earth?” Narciso only nodded his head in response, signaling a yes. “Well now… That is just…”

“Who knew Shakespeare was so popular.” Spoke the Doctor only to receive looks from everyone, even the security staff.

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And a lot of that money comes from people like Orson Scott Card and that Cathy guy from Chik fil e

I do like the "more Tim Gunn" aspects of the new season. I was especially happy he was part of deliberations after the first episode, when all of the judges (except Heidi) were going to let Miranda slide after she ignored the assignment's rules and barely used any of the parachute fabric in her dress. I cheered when he said he would've given her an F. Tim seems to be the voice of reason for both contestants and the judges. :cheer:

Yes, I really like that they have to monitor their spending over the course of the season. Not only does that make it more realistic (whatever that means), but it will put the less diligent budgeters at a disadvantage towards the end, which I think is a great thing to throw in.

I do like some of the structural differences this season:
* the contestants having to keep track of their own funds;
* Tim at the actual runway and in deliberations with the judges;
* the Tim save

It's going to be an interesting season.