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Thread: First of Their Kind

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It was difficult to avoid hallway whispers when you had Vulcanoid hearing. And Elnor drew whispers. Other 'plebs' clustered together when he passed, gossiping as if he couldn't hear them. But he could...

Everyone knew, now, that the Tal Shiar had been behind the attack on Mars. Everyone knew that tensions with the Romulan Free State were high. Everyone knew they had a Romulan classmate. And enough people knew it was Elnor for there to already be rumors about him.

He thought he had left this kind of thing behind on Vashti. But at least nobody was trying to kill him this time. It could be worse. It wasn't really about him, not really; he knew who he was, his own truth.

He ordered from a courtyard replicator--a meal Soji had recommended, which meant it was probably strange by Human standards--and found a quiet table outside. Somewhere warm, with trees, and most importantly, away from whispers.

[wolves-of-etoile]

forget i said anything. i'm totally out of line. (Tau -> David) ( @7thd00r - from here )

Lieutenant David Weiss blinked, poking his head out from under the ruined flight control console. He didn't know his away team partner very well, so the he wasn't entirely sure how to interpret the other's tone. Did I say something upsetting?

"I mean, I probably have all the technical ability of a drunk and blind-folded first-year, but I do know how to follow a diagram." Ever since their shuttle encountered an unusually unstable shard of subspace energy and crashed into the mountains of Paynor II, and with a blizzard about to barrel on top of them and bury them in snow, the situation was understandably stressed.

The flight control officer sighed. "We need to bed down before the storm hits. Once you finish restoring power to the main generator, maybe you can doublecheck my work so I don't rewire the controls backwards or something." Compromise. "Deal?"

[wolves-of-etoile]

" i'll do everything i can to help you . " (Susuro -> Trent) ( @7thd00rthd00 from here)

Even in the dim light of the section's "night cycle", Trent's skin had a reflective sheen to it. Most of his bedding was soaked. The ex-Borg hadn't decided if he was going to spend the rest of his sleep hours in his bed or in a regeneration alcove.

The nightmares never occurred when he used the alcove.

The security officer gave the Ambystarian a gentle, grateful smile and swung his legs outward. He had half of an idea to sit next to Susuro while they talked quietly, but he felt really gross with sweat and didn't want to inflict that on his friend. Trent was definitely going to shower after this.

"I would hug you but I likely smell like a sweaty human." He said quietly and managed a note of humor. "So I will say I appreciate you, Susuro... and I mean that."

[wolves-of-etoile]

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Ensign Malcolm Trent stepped into the hallway that was the sleeping quarters for the new ensigns of the Cerritos. A few people were about, either in their bunks or socializing with their fellow Lower Deckers.

Trent had heard stories about such sleeping setups, his classmates at the Academy wishing mightily that they wouldn't be assigned to the 'austere' conditions that plagued the older ships. But now that he was here and saw it for himself, it didn't bother him. Perhaps sharing a charging station next to thousands of his fellow Borg stripped away that sense of self-consciousness about his privacy. Or it was almost no different from an old-fashioned military barracks.

Though not all of his self-consciousness was numb, as those nearest to him caught sight of his red eye-piece -- very obviously of Borg manufacture -- and gave him an extra step of personal space. He looked at them with his organic eye and gave a just perceptible nod of greeting. He didn't linger long, however, and made a straight walk for his assigned bunk.

[wolves-of-etoile]

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The ex-Borg groaned, signaling a groggy ascent to consciousness. Trent tried to massage his pounding head but quickly found he was hampered by the restraints. The shock of this set him back to awareness just a little quicker.

"I am... unhurt." He felt unhurt and his cybernetics didn't seem damaged, at least. The whole attack had taken him unaware -- something he felt a little guilty for, being a security officer, but he firmly pushed the thought aside. He could run an after-action analysis later.

"Are you okay?"

Trent looked over his friend for injury then tugged experimentally on their shared handcuffs. He didn't think that even with enhanced servo-motor implants, which he didn't have anymore, that he could pull themselves free without injury first. The ladder that they were chained to seemed very solidly bolted into the wall. At least they were not being actively exposed to the elements. Yet.

"Who could have done this?" He wondered aloud. It was easy for him to keep calm. Even before his assimilation, he was not prone to excitability or panic. Analyze first, second. His mind ran through the possibilities. The Kerlisian government? Rebels? Raiders? Common criminals? Another outside party? Was the political situation here more fraught than initially reported?

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💫 (for nechiri, if you got any thoughts on them!!)

Send me 💫 for one simple, and one complicated headcanon about our muse's relationship

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This may change with time and interactions but here's what I got for now:

SIMPLE HC

Nechiri can easily bribe Rex with offerings to use the replicator for a feast or to get a much desired trinket, engineering specs on starships and space stations, anything Starfleet's acquired-- Rex, who aspires to peacefully explore in his own right, will be in awe.

COMPLEX HC

Maybe Rex gets along with the Tau side of Nechiri eventually. Which, Nechiri initially thinks will placate the symbiont and give him back some space. But it bleeds into Nechiri's thoughts/feelings and muddles everything in a really just. Maddening sort of way. Skewing what he actually enjoys about Rex or what peeves him versus those factors on Tau's part.

And I think in a large part Rex would feel guilty if he realized that was the case. Nechiri's feelings on the joining and the circumstances involved sound unfavorable from what I've read so far. The dissonance makes it difficult to fully be there for both of them without falling into some kind of faux pas, or worse.

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[ 03 ] beside the burning remains of a crashed ship (from Susuro)

(from scifi setting/locations prompts!)

SCI FI SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS

Nero was coughing up a storm. The first person he found had been impaled on a spike, and the person after that shot at him thinking he was the enemy that downed their shuttlecraft. Everyone was in a bad place. He almost didn't want to go check on Susuro for fear of what might have befallen him, or what he might have done to the Technician.

But Nero reasoned that Susuro often ended up okay. Had a cool head on his shoulders. And he'd treated Nero with more dignity than most people. That meant trying anyway. And running if it looked like there was a grenade without its pin or a primed landmine.

"*ach* *ach* *ach*... Susuro?! You there?"

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[wolves-of-etoile]

@caliganxio sent: MARS and NEPTUNE (For Malcolm Trent)

[ MARS ] when your muse gets angry, how does it show ? do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?

Trent has rarely gotten angry, even before he was pressed into the hive mind (City of Heroes-verse & Star Trek-verse). While Trent tends to repress his emotions, he does not hide anger well. It will show plainly on his face. He tries not to lash out at his target (unless there is something at stake), but he's all for beating the stuffing out of a heavy bag later.

[ NEPTUNE ] does your muse dream frequently ? if they do, what kind of dreams (or nightmares) do they have ?

(Both verses) Trent spent a non-trivial amount of his life with thousands of voices in his headspace. When Trent opts to sleep like a normal human, he frequently dreams of being in the hive mind again. His dreams are often loud, violent, fragmented, and non-participatory; and he often wakes up drenched in sweat. (Star Trek-verse) Sleeping in a rejuvenation chamber tends to far more dreamless, but he does not like the reminder it presents. Plus not all postings have such amenities for ex-Borg. If his dreams get bad enough, he has asked the Medbay for a mild sedative before; but after a repeat visits, he tends to get a talking to about dependency and asked how his therapy is going.