Commander Suran

Jolan'tru... ((OC Romulan roleplaying blog. Not to be confused with Suran from Star Trek: Nemesis. I track the tags #commander suran and #commandersuran)) ((Icon by kclexa-art.tumblr.com))

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30 Doradus, located in the heart of the Tarantula nebula, is the brightest star-forming region in our galactic neighborhood. The nebula resides 170,000 light-years away in the Large Magellanic Cloud. Links to very large images in comments.

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[that-scary-romulan-chick]

🔪 [HAVE THE EMOTIONS DAMN IT]

🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours.

Commander Suran is– was…more to me than my commanding officer; he was a force that drove me forward to be more than I knew I was capable of being.  He took my aspirations and turned them into a flaming reality.  He gave me an opportunity that I didn’t dream of having for many, many years into my military career.  I was greatly inspired by the confidence he placed in me.  Suran knew how to push his officers to overcome their weaknesses, and he knew how to capitalize on their strengths, and he drove us to become all that we are capable of and more.

It…may not be my place to say…but I feel that the Empire has suffered a great loss.  More than just the loss of a great commander, but the loss of the impact he still could have had on those under his command.  My only hope is…that the strength and drive he showed in his service to the Empire live on in those who served under him.  …I vow that I will strive to become all of what he believed I could become and more.

[commander-suran]

Don't do it, commander~ You've given her too much lease lately and she'll walk all over you if you're not careful~ (theromulan-q)

I don’t know who you presume to be to be giving me advice on how to command my own ship.

[theromulan-q-blog]

Oh, trust me, I know better than anyone~  I know every possible decision you’ll make and each and every outcome of each of those decisions, and the decisions you’ll make after those and which one of those series of decisions will result in total chaos~~

So if you want to avoid that, then put a tighter leash on your human-crazed Uhlan~  Not that it matters to me; honestly I’d be just as delighted to watch the two of you crumble~

[commander-suran]

If you really know everything I’ve ever do, then what possible enjoyment could you get out of watching it? 

... Never mind. I’ll run my ship and my crew as I see fit, and I’ll thank you to stay out of my business.

[memesfortehsoul-blog]

random injury/injured scenario memes !

send a symbol to find my muse —–

🌌 - suffering from blunt force trauma ( a hard punch to the face, hit with a bat, etc ) 🔪 - suffering from a stab wound 🔑- sitting on the ground, wheezing & coughing 💔 - crying & taking their rage/sorrow/etc out on a wall with their fist ✴️ - trying to tend to bad burns somewhere on their body 📢 - having just been in a fight & is now dizzy, ears ringing ⬇️ - throwing up from a sickness or injury they have ⛓ - chained to a wall/floor/ceiling & beaten bloody

[commander-suran]

All the replicators on your ship now produce nothing but cactus~ Have fun with that~

[Suran stared, dumbfounded, at the replicator in his office. Instead of producing the tarka he’d requested, there was a fat cactus sitting in his cup.]

=Suran to Operations. Repair the replicators. I don’t care how it’s accomplished.=

[commander-suran]

Commander Suran? Sir, I would like to request permission to take part in a human wedding.

[Suran seemed to be considering this, though he looked highly suspicious of the notion right from the word ‘human’.]

Would this be part of your research or a personal affair, Uhlan?

[that-scary-romulan-chick]

[Tal’kaela paused and took a moment to pace around her apartment before returning to her desk to respond to her commander.  She types up a detailed and wordy reply before erasing it and deciding that her best bet would be the straightforward approach.  Suran didn’t seem to like to waste his time trying to decode excessively wordy responses to his questions.]

Both, sir.  But humans are often selective about who they invite to such ceremonies, so I don’t know if or when an opportunity like this will present itself again.

[commander-suran]

[No, he supposed humans didn’t make a habit of inviting Romulans to their mating rituals. Still, he was getting the feeling that there was much more than just a passing personal interest in this. It made him uncomfortable.]

What, exactly, would be the precise nature of your participation in this wedding?

[commander-suran]

Don't do it, commander~ You've given her too much lease lately and she'll walk all over you if you're not careful~ (theromulan-q)

I don’t know who you presume to be to be giving me advice on how to command my own ship.

[commander-suran]

Commander Suran? Sir, I would like to request permission to take part in a human wedding.

[Suran seemed to be considering this, though he looked highly suspicious of the notion right from the word ‘human’.]

Would this be part of your research or a personal affair, Uhlan?

[commander-suran]

[[I derped on the uniform. Anyway-- everyone’s least favourite snarkulan.. 90-odd years ago]]

[commander-suran]

Suran Presents: Uhlan Shaming.

@that-scary-romulan-chick

[commander-suran]

Yes sir. He is now asking questions about Romulan life. I'll tell him that replicating the fuel he'll need for his devise will take a lot of time. In the meantime, I will keep him occupied and attempt to gain more information.

[COMM _. Riov Suran [->] Uhlan t’Lareth]

Very well. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that you should refrain from answering his questions regarding our culture until we can be certain of his identity.

Misdirect. Give false answers. I’m certain you know how. 

Don’t disappoint me, and don’t end up dead. That’s an order.

-End Transmission-

@that-scary-romulan-chick@rihannsustelamshiar

[commander-suran]

@rihannsustelamshiar

@that-scary-romulan-chick

Suran was quickly vowing never to leave his desk and comm system alone every again. It always seemed that when he returned, he received a flurry of messages that made his day much more difficult. Usually, it was because one of his crew had gotten into some entanglement with humans again. 

Not this time, it seemed. Suran wasn’t surprised to see a message from Tal’Kaela... but the contents seemed to be more bizarre than normal.

urgent! encountered Romulan time traveler Rakal D'Marrus 2160s. Claims Empire is in ruin; time dvise broken. He surrendered as prisoner. hostile. Situation volatile! Attempting to neutralize; stand by.

For several seconds, Suran sat dumbfounded, and then his confusion turned to anger. By the elements.. time-traveling nonsense again?

He began to compose a detailed list of steps she needed to take immediately, if not sooner. Unfortunately-- damn his position-- he was pulled away to direct his own crew on the bridge and by the time he returned, another message had appeared.

Situation has been neutralized, for now. Attached is the information scans obtained about the time devise and the fuel used to power it. He says that traveling to this time was a mistake. He's requesting that we provide fuel for his time devise. Attempting to gain his trust and obtain more information about what he is trying to do.

Suran was going to tear his hair out. 

[COMM _. Riov Suran [--] Receptient: Uhlan t’Lareth]

In the future, I would remind you that temporal investigations-- as little as I care for them-- are to be called in any situation involving suspected time travel. However, given what you’ve told me, I can assume one of two instances: One, you were merely too occupied with a violent person (regardless of time-traveling) to follow that protocol.

Or two, this man is a raving lunatic and you similarly could not do so.

I have read the schematics for the device you have sent to me. Until I can ascertain more about him, I don’t intend to give him what he wants. I want you to give him the impression that I will, however. Keep his cooperation as stable as possible. 

[END COMM]

[commander-suran]

*peeks head out from dust cloud*

Like/reblog for a starter from cranky pants?

[commander-suran]

-ESSENTIALLY; A MUSE INFO TAGGING GAME.

the rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have youmust can reblog  &  tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. you can fill it out as many times as your heart desires  ( we all know muses can change with their character development ).

originally posted by sassynell.

TAGGED BY: @romulusistheempire

REPOST , DON’T REBLOG !

1. what is your favourite word ?   Folded.  2. what is your least favourite word ?   *mutters* Tal’Shiar. 3. what turns you on ?   “Hardly an appropriate question.” 4. what turns you off ?    “Incessant questions.” 5. what sound do you love ?   “Waves crashing.” 6. what sound do you hate ?   “[Singularity Failure Imminent]” 7. what is your favourite curse word ? “Fvadt usually gets the point across.” 8. what profession other than yours would you like to attempt ?   “My position is to serve in the job given to me. I can’t ask for anything else.” 9. what profession would you not like to do ?   “I would hardly make an acceptable medical officer.” 10. if heaven exists, what would you like to hear god say when you arrive at the pearly gates ?   ”I don’t trouble myself with such nonsense.” 11. something most people don’t know about you ?   “I don’t hate everyone I meet, contrary to popular opinion.” 12. sexual preference ?   “I enjoy both sexes, but I’m quite happily married, thank you.” 13. what position do you sleep in ?   “I don’t know.” [[Starfish sprawled like a dork]] 14. what if someone told you … you had to lose, just this one time ?   “No.” 15. greatest fear ?   “I fear betraying my people, or losing the ones I love.” 16. if you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be ? ”My loyalty.” 17. what’s your middle name ?   “i-Mnaeha.”

[commander-suran]

''Someone should nail your feet to the floor.'' Mutters a displeased uhlan.

There’s a sort of a dangerous flash on anger in Suran’s eyes-- a flare of nostrils, but it’s gone in an instant. Instead, it’s replaced with a dangerously calm expression and a sort of quiet anger that comes only comes from someone who’s killing you in their mind.“See me in my ready room. Now.”

[commander-suran]

DARK RP STARTERS

"You'll be fine."

"I'm afraid it's very fatal."

"These test results...don't make any sense."

"How far can your arm go before it breaks?"

"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."

"What does (s)he have that I don't?"

"Why did he choose her instead of me?"

"...Why?"

"Make as many stab wounds as you want."

"I am destined as your tool."

"The girl must die."

"The boy must die."

"I want to taste your blood on my lips."

"Where do we go from here?"

"These voices...cease to let me be."

"I...can't stop crying."

"Use me as you will."

"None of it matters now."

"Shadows follow my every step."

"You've gone...completely mad."

"I'm barking mad."

"Winter is coming."

"I could kill you right now."

"You...You're dead!"

"May the lord have mercy on your soul."

"The mental ward let me out early this year."

"Oh how i miss the voices."

"Everyone is equal when they're dead."

"Cancel Christmas."

"Bring me more war."

"I love war."

"I piss on your traditions."

"I hate your heart."

"I hate your soul."

"I promise, you won't feel a thing."

"Bring her to me."

"Bring him to me."

"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."

"I hate everything about you."

"I will abandon you."

"What is that girl up to?"

"I am stretched on your grave."

"Kill me now.."

"If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."

"You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."

"I don't care."

"Leave me behind."

"Everything you've told me was a lie!"

"Everything I've told you was a lie!"

"How could you ever think to leave them behind?"

"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."

"My last breath will be your curse."

"He will KILL you."

"She will KILL you."

"I did nothing."

"It was an accident!"

"You've killed your own brother!"

"I want nothing to do with him!"

"How can I possibly trust you?"

"Pathetic."

[commander-suran]

A Romulan Child with long, thick hair and intense brown eyes wearing an way oversized Uhlan's jacket appears on the hailscreen in your readyroom and squeaks, "Commander Suran this is Uhlan t'Lareth please respond!"

@that-scary-romulan-chick

Reports, reports… and more reports. It was well past the start of the gamma shift on the Revi’Tex. Suran glanced at the small illuminated timepiece in the corner of his PADD for the umpteenth time. The time was simply growing later, and Suran hadn’t managed to make it past the first three lines of the status update he was supposed to send in by morning. 

His efforts were interrupted… not that there had been much productivity in the first place… by a metallic trill that announced an incoming transmission on the small hailscreen sitting on his desk. Not quite ready to admit defeat with the report but still keen for a distraction, he held onto the PADD and cleared the channel to come through.

It didn’t stay in his hand for long. It clattered to the desk as the Riov quickly swiveled the hailscreen towards him in shock.

“Commander Suran this is Uhlan t’Lareth please respond!”

Suran stared at the screen, dumbfounded. Surely this couldn’t be t’Lareth. That was a child on his screen… but there were no children aboard the ship. How could this be? The transmission did indeed originate from within the ship.

“I don’t know who you are, little girl– but this channel is not a toy. Where is Uhlan t’Lareth?”

I have the distinct feeling that she has some explaining to do.

[that-scary-romulan-chick]

@commander-suran

“Bu-but–!” Too late.  Commander Suran had already cut the channel.

Tal’kaela gnawed her lower lip nervously.  She had wanted to keep the trouble with “Robin”, the Q, a secret from her commander as long as she could.  The Tal Shiar knew, and she told herself that if they felt he needed to know, they’d inform him.  The truth was that she, like many other Romulans, was just loathe to share any information that wasn’t required of her.  She might be deemed dangerous if they knew her involvement with the Q… Maybe they’d label her a traitor and execute her or worse!  Even if none of that happened, would she be allowed to continue her research, her life’s dream, after the knowledge that she was somehow connected with a Q was brought to light?

All of these worries were buzzing in her head so loudly she almost didn’t hear the buzzing chime that she had so intently been listening for.  The child rushed to the door with a clomping of boots that were too big for her.  Upon opening the door, she gave a yelp of surprise to find her commander’s disruptor pointed in her direction.

Now that the Riov stood in front of the child claiming to be Uhlan t’Lareth, he could see that she stood at about the height of his chest.  Her uniform was far too big on her, and she looked to have a very thin frame underneath.  Swallowing hard and pursing her lips, the preteen raised her hands and looked up at her commander, waiting silently and anxiously for him to lower his weapon…

[commander-suran]

@that-scary-romulan-chick

The door swished open, and Suran held the disruptor at the ready when he was greeted by… a child. As if he’d expected something more, Suran looked a bit blank for a moment. Then his face set into a very tired and irritated expression as he leveled the disruptor to the tiny girl’s level.

It was, after all, very late, and Suran had wanted to be asleep two hours ago. He was silent for a moment, then spoke with heavy resignation. “No one else with you, then?” he said as he studied the child’s facial features. Now that he saw her in person, he had to admit that it did look startlingly similar to t’Lareth.. maybe it was the hair, or the eyes.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to test her, but it did mean that his face softened and his head tilted slightly. If he really was yelling at a child, then… that didn’t sit well with him. 

He lowered the disruptor, re-holstering it. He assumed he’d redraw it if need be, but… the girl was practically shaking out of her boots. He wouldn’t do that to his own child. The Riov sighed heavily. He was still determined to get to the bottom of this, but he didn’t want her spooking on him.

He offered a hand out to the panicked Romulan, intending for her to take it so he could both keep a hold on her on the way to sickbay… and, somehow, offer some modicum of comfort. Perhaps I’ve… overreacted.

“With me, girl.”