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[ashsinmywcke]

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The Dagalachian regarded the younger woman with a smile. An odd expression perhaps, given that she was likely being taken into custody - she was wanted on two planets for some eighteen counts of murder, at least...those were the ones known to the authorities.

      “You’re a ...Trill, no? Forgive me if the pronunciation is wrong.” She lilted in an easy tone. “I’ve never met a Trill before...Even less been arrested by one.”

[florenceuptonshadow]

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Floss was working busily at her station, her fingers fluttering quickly over the console. She had been invited to Deep Space Nine as a visiting scientist - an eminent expert on biochemistry. The bench to her side was a mess of complex equipment. Distracted, she turned and knocked an old medical tricorder off the side and it lander heavily on her foot. Floss swore, and only then realised (with some embarrassment) that somebody was waiting in the doorway.

She picked up the instrument and pushed back a stray lock of hair, looking flustered.

      “I uh...Hello, there. Can I help you? With something?” 

[startrekroleplay]

@ninthdax is so perfect and I can hear Ezri in everything they write!

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[luck-over-logic]

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Something seemed... off with the girl at the other end of the plaza. The port was always buzzing with travelers from all across the stars, but somehow, she didn’t seem like she belonged. Everyone else passing through seemed to have somewhere to.... be, someone to report to. 

Maybe it was just his gut- and he had been wrong before. But, Kirk thought, it didn’t hurt to investigate- in case she was in some sort of trouble, or lost. 

Jim casually strolled up to the young woman, trying his best to appear non threatening. “Can I... give you some directions? This port can be a little overwhelming if it’s your first time visiting. My first time- I was lost for a good three hours!" 

[shireofkevin]

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The planet Esmeria. Untouched by modern technology, rich in plant life and sparkling lakes. Every piece of architecture was hugged by twisting vines with neon coloured flowers blooming from their leaves. Inhabited by remarkably humanoid aliens who chose to decorate themselves in the greenery they were so proud of. The Esmerian’s considered themselves to be the most peaceful society in the galaxy, although a point of pride, Kev’nn and his clan couldn’t say for sure how accurate the assessment was, seeing as they had little to no contact with other planets. Still, he was sure it must be true.

Visitors were so rare in fact, Kev’nn almost didn’t believe it when he was told his friends had spotted an outsider. But of course, why would they lie? “Are you sure?” he asked, being pulled along by a female Esmerian. “Could just be an odd fashion choice...”

“Nobody I know would choose fashion so... Dull... See for yourself!” She answered.  Coming to a stop she pointed out what she’d seen before. “What do you think they want?”

“Don’t be rude, Klairdelon. Why don’t we just ask?” Clearing his throat, he made his way over as he spoke. “Hello! Can I help you with something!?” he called.

[ofefficixncy]

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       “You were the individual who early halted a member of Species 3258 from his attempted assault. I...” the words were still uncomfortable in the former Borg’s mouth, “I wished to thank you for your assistance.” Her eyes traveled the room, briefly, “Although it was not required.” 

       Seven looked around the small room. “This is your designated workspace, correct? I examined your personnel file on the station’s database. Ezri Dax - formerly Ezri Tigan before your assimilation of the Dax symbiont - lieutenant, junior grade. Station’s councilor.”

[bashirjulian]

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“I’m not leaving without you Julian, I can’t.” She looked back into his eyes. It was good that he was still alive and talking. “Just keep talking to me, we’ll be able to beam up in a few and then you’ll be fine.” She urged him, not wanting him to die. “Tell me about the first time we met, whether me or Jadzia.” Ezri commented

Julian felt oddly light. He was starting to loose the feeling in his legs and the tips of his fingers. The pain was almost unbearable, but he focused on Ezri’s voice; Ezri’s blue eyes staring down at him; Ezri’s spots that seemed to glow in the dim lighting...

“The first time we met...” he repeated slowly. It was painful to talk. Actually, it was painful to breathe. The phaser blast had hit him hard enough to draw blood, but he didn’t want to look down at his injury. 

“The first time we met, you were smiling... and I took one look at you and I said to myself.... ‘she is special’,” he continued, his voice tinted by pain, his speech interrupted by sharp intakes of breath. He didn’t really know whether he was talking about Jadzia or Ezri. Perhaps both. 

He thought he heard something in the distance. “Ezri... promise me you’ll stay safe,” he panicked, “promise me that if you have to, you’ll leave me and save yourself.”

[qentity-blog]

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“Well I’m sorry I can’t control my dreams, or the content of my dreams, especially since I have eight other lives in my mind.” Ezri told the man, shaking from the dream.

“Oh great, of course it is, I remember the stories I’ve heard of you. “Lt. Ezri Dax, counselor of this station and current host of the Dax Symbiont, if we’re doing formalities.” She had a smile on her face as she spoke.

“Ah yes, of course, the ninth Dax! Your predecessor was quite a hero, I hear.”

Q snapped his fingers and made a red psychiatrist couch appear. He threw himself on it and reclined there with his hands behind his head. 

“Well, counselor, I do have a problem I’d like to talk about. A certain Trill with eight lives in her head just had a nightmare and I was somehow involved in it. Could you help me determine what part I played in her dream?”