Who are your top 5 characters you like to RP with (OC or canon)?
Lets see, in no particular order...
@mikanikole
@midwesterntransplant
@ensignhoshisato
@ofgoodconscience
@erikaahernandez
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Who are your top 5 characters you like to RP with (OC or canon)?
Lets see, in no particular order...
@mikanikole
@midwesterntransplant
@ensignhoshisato
@ofgoodconscience
@erikaahernandez
@erikaahernandez
Elizabeth yawns and rubs her eyes, she’d been sitting in a warm corner of the engine room last she remembered, she must’ve fallen asleep, she stands up and wriggles out of the crawl space she was in. As she rubs the sleep out of her eyes she realizes who’s staring at her and why she woke up.
“Oh, hello Captain Hernandez... I um, I fell asleep, I’m sorry.”
It had been an eventful day for the 9 year old, her family had only just come aboard the Columbia that morning and she’d been up since 5 am. SHe’d finally escaped her mother and had gone looking for her father in the engine room. Upon not finding him she settled in a crawl space to wait and now she was awake a few hours later staring at the captain.
I have a new verse for 21 year old Kaja
((I will add it to my verses page as soon as I'm at PC. This might be interesting for askensignchekov , erikaahernandez and commander-shran & anyone else whose muse is from ST:ENT or who want a ship with Kaja 😉)) ------ (most things are similar to her normal verses, the two major changes are: Kaja is 21 and she's Ensign now) Kaja is an Ensign, working most likely as pilot, but if pilots aren't needed she usually is working in engineering. She's pretty talented, but if she's got problems or did something wrong she's very upset about this and you may find her in a Jeffries Tube, silently insulting herself or a helpless tool. However the stars are everything to her, since she was a little child she lived aboard spaceships. She got her passion for space and exploring from her father, who'd been a member of Starfleet as well (he'd been a security guard). Being raised as a “Fleet Brat” she is somewhat blind to ranks, especially off duty. She’s very relaxed around higher ranks. After her father died in duty of Starfleet, an old friend of her father (also an college of him), Lieutenant Commander Peter Lassar, watched after her. Knowing about her intellectual giftedness, he’d taught her most of the Academy subjects and thereby gave her the chance for being accepted at Academy, despite her young age. Unfortunately she still has this panic attacks when too many people are around her and thus she hides often in Jeffreys pipes. [note for ENT: In ENT verse her father had been a scientist, he owned a little vessel where she grew up since age twelve, where he died. Since than an old friend of her father, a Starfleet officer named Peter Lassar (Lt. Cmdr.) took care of her and teached her everything she'd need to pass the Starfleet Training Command.]
Ѡ ((I had to do it, assume they were meant for Jon XD))
T’Pol was on the bridge when the message came through to her PADD. She shifted slightly in the captain’s chair, wondering briefly if Erika had finished one of the books she had loaned her. At the sight of her colleague naked, she blinked twice before exiting out of the image. From what she had experienced of Human culture, nudity tended to be something shared only between those who were intimate with each other. She hit reply and typed a hasty message.
If this is an attempt to initiate a sexual relationship, I should inform you that I am not interested. However, if that is not the case, I would suggest that you check to make sure that these images did not get distributed to the whole ship.
A Second Chance // closed with Erika Hernandez
Tom sat in his favorite pub, the Chez Sandríne's. As usually he had already played a game of pool with Gaunt Gary and now he just finished his favorite meal: Roast lamb on a bed of wild rice, with a Château Lafite-Rothschild vine.
He had spent most of his second semester at the Academy here, well, he always had a thing about the French. He noticed Sandrine joining him, taking his empty plate: "What would you like to drink, Thomas?", she asked him with her lovely French accent, but he didn´t really noticed. Sighing slightly she sat down on the bar stool next to him: "Monsieur Thomas.", she said softly, letting her finger wandering up and down his arm: "Why do you look so blue? Did it not taste you?"
Tom looked up at her and slightly shook his head: "No, it's just, ... I miss Ricky, she went over to New York two weeks ago and, ..., I can't see her very often, y'know.", that was not a total lie, but the real cause for his sadness was that he still hasn´t got an idea what he should do with his life.
Six month ago he did the worst mistake in his life - but no his last, that's for sure. After a pilot error he made, which caused the death of three Starfleet officers, he manipulated the mission protocols to avoid the judgement, and he successfully did, but his sore conscience catched him up and haunted him every night. He had many nightmares before he decided to admit his guilt.
This brought him into prison for two month, nevertheless it has been bad luck and it wasn't totally his fault, only manipulating the protocols had been his full fault. After the prison, he had been sent to a Federation Penal Settlement in New Zealand for another month, for rehabilitation they said.
After he was released, he rented a small apartment in Marseilles, to reminisce. He did a lot of physical training again and spend most his time in the Chez Sandrínes, where people still remember and like him. Gaunt Gary for example didn't judge him, and Sandrine always had an open ear for his sorrows. And of course Ricky, one of his love affairs, used to be here often as well. Normally he enjoyed the easy life with all the pool games and the girls.
But today he had cleaned his room and found his old Starfleet uniform, which he hadn´t touched for ages. That brought him back to the only sorrow he had, what could he do to give his life back the meaning it was missing for too long?
Deanna Troi scanned the area carefully. The Enterprise had been passing by when scans detected traces of a wormhole on the planet's surface. Before they could pinpoint its exact location, the wormhole had vanished. Since they were running two days early for a delegation, Captain Picard had decided to investigate the phenomenon.
She picked her way towards a hilly area, careful not to step on loose rocks. The surface was habitable enough for the away team to go without environmental suits but the terrain was rough. "Riker to Commander Troi," her comm badge chirped.
"Troi here," she answered as she caught a trace of something unusual.
"Nothing on the south end of the planet. Have you found anything."
"I think I may have located the original source... but it could be a false positive. The signal is very faint."
"Don't go too close--we don't know how strong it is. Riker out."
Deanna shook her head and took another step forward. And, very suddenly, the reading on her scanner increased. She stepped back from it and tapped her comm badge, "Troi to Enterprise," she called.
"Yes, Commander Troi?" Data asked from his position on board the ship.
"Beam me out--the wormhole is approaching my location--" she felt the temperature drop suddenly and the reading spiked to a critical level. The terrain, which had been rocky and pink a moment ago, was now covered in red plants. Alarmed, she tapped her comm badge. "Troi to Riker. Troi to Data. Troi to Enterprise," she called even as it chirped flatly, indicating that there was no one in range. She glanced down at the scanner, shivering when she realized that the wormhole's signal had vanished. She switched the scanner to emit a distress signal, picked a direction to walk in to search for shelter, and hoped that someone would find her before she would need it.
erikaahernandez replied to your photo://this picture always makes me think that they’re...
//OK I could see this as a Scooby Doo thing.
//I TOLD YOU
Trip would totally be Scooby. Would that make Archer Shaggy??
then hmm idk if Hoshi would be Velma or T'Pol would be Velma. One of them is Velma, the other is Fred. And Malcolm is Daphne.