#stationiners

[ncthingstars]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @stationiners​ ( quark & mora )

SS MSG: STARDUST CITY, FREECLOUD ⇨ BAJOR FROM: QUARK TO: DOCTOR M. POL SUBJECT: ODO

Doctor Mora, I don’t know if you remember me from your visits to Deep Space Nine, but my name is Quark. I was the proprietor of the popular and highly successful establishment Quark’s Bar, Grill, Gaming House, and Holosuite Arcade. I need to speak with you about a matter of some urgency, concerning Odo. This subspace channel is open. Please contact me at your earliest convenience. 

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　QUARK’S  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ NEW LOCATION IN STARDUST CITY NOW OPEN!        COME VISIT US, AND REMEMBER...              WHAT’S YOURS IS OURS!

[espercr-moved]

✶ - 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

@stationiners​ said : ❝ my father has been very encouraging . . . he says there's real merit to my work .❞ ( from Ziyal my beloved , about her art <3 )

       it is difficult , but Hope somehow manages to disguise her innate disgust at the mention of her father - lips tugging into a tight smile . the quicker she can move the conversation along , the better . ❝ they really are beautiful , Ziyal - you should be very proud of yourself . ❞ delicate fingers lift one of her masterpieces , inspecting it under the warm light that fills her bakery’s seating area . a similar brightness sparks behind the baker’s eyes , & she turns to the girl with a thought , ❝ you know , we could really use some artwork in here to cover up these bare walls . . . i would love to commission some of your work ! would you be interested ? ❞ Hope’s mother loved to paint , watching her do so makes up many a fond childhood memory - having some art up in the shop only makes sense . 

[doctordonovan-a]

STARTER CALL  |  @stationiners​ didn’t ask for one,  but here’s one for kira !

OH NOT AGAIN,      not  so  soon.     for  all  her  talents  at  keeping  out  of  people’s  ways  it  seems  the  staff  of  DS9  simply  won’t  let  her  rest.    this  mission  is  far  from  anything  the  dark  haired  woman  would  ever  have  chosen    -    sympathy  for  bashir,    his  situation  hitting  far  too  close  to  home.     starfleet  is  paranoid    &&    always  has  been  regardless  of  how  they  preach  acceptance.     green  eyes  never  needing  to  raise  from  what  she’s  reading,     one  hand  still  resting  beneath  her  jacket,      sat  still  in  her  seat  in  the  promenade.    

❝  I’m  not  up  to  anything,     major.  ❞      from  this  distance,     she  suspects,     the  other  can  hear  how  the  lump  hidden  in  her  jacket  as  she  reads  is  nothing  nefarious  but  is  instead...    purring.    ❝  meet  my  fellow  ‘spy’,     bubala.     she  travels  with  me.    want  to  inspect  her  for  weapons?    she  may  have  tiny  knives.  ❞

[yovrstruely]

“Captain.” It was a traditional, stiff greeting on her part that resembled her younger counterpart just a little too closely. But as she stood, it was obvious all the changes she had gone through and how time had seemed to reverse for him. The last memory she had of Benjamin Sisko was when he was just as weathered with old age as her, he had passed in his sleep. His great-grandchildren speaking at his service. 

“I suspect that your visit is you doing your due diligence.” The robes she wore were much lighter in comparison to those worn by elders on her home planet, and even then--she was older than the usual Vulcan elder. Pushing two hundred forty, she had been told by Dr. Bashir that is was a miracle she was still alive. Especially under these circumstances. (Not the original Bashir, but one of his grand daughters.) A pad being set to the side, hands folding behind her back. 

Her dark hair was still cropped short, but it was mostly silver by now, wrinkles creased around her eyes and mouth, her mouth thinned considerably. There was something considerably more delicate about her now. A brow of her’s raised, “I presume that you’ve already been briefed by Dax.” 

@stationiners gets a plotted starter for Sisko.

[ncthingstars]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @stationiners​ — &. pel starter call !

            “jadzia!” they’re running down the promenade as fast as their little legs will carry them, as soon as they see her. it’s been far too long.

pel skids to a stop in front of her, chest heaving, out of breath. he grins widely. “—hello!” suddenly a little bashful, he takes a step back. “i... it’s good to see you.” she rocks on her heels a bit. “i hear congratulations are in order....?”

[espercr-moved]

✶ - 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

@stationiners​ said : ❝ regardless of your feelings on the matter , it is imperative that you learn the technique . defend yourself . ❞ ( WORF )

       they’d been at this for SO long , & while Hope is no quitter -  hours spent in combat training is not exactly something she’s grown accustomed to . . . yet . the baker nods , standing unsteadily to her feet once again , legs having gone wobbly from all the exertion . he was right to criticize , she’s still holding back . no matter how many times she’s tried , Hope has a difficult time directing her abilities toward her friends - even while training . ❝ i know . . . ❞

       ‘ defend yourself .’

       as he attempts a downward strike with his bat'leth , she wills into her hands that familiar warmth - raising them up , her force stops the weapon in its tracks . soft features harden with focus , spent muscles shaking as she gives everything she has . with a shout , she pushes aside his blade - following up with a swift side kick to his middle . using this distraction & the glowing energy , she negotiates the weapon from his hands , using her last shred of light to sweep his leg with a slight flick of her wrist , finally pinning him to the ground with her heel - the bat’leth now turned against its owner , at his throat . 

       chest heaving , head pounding , & heart thumping , she quickly softens once more . removing her foot , she offers a helping hand . panting , she asks , ❝ better ? ❞