#☆ﾟ post war verse ↳ don’t wanna live as an untold story ◝

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Deema looked over with a snort. She walked over and picked up the object, turning it over a few times to examine it. “Hmm…” She squinted. “… Iris. Definitely Iris.”

She looked over at the stand vendor, smirking, resting the item on the table. “I’d like to purchase this please.”

The vendor looked over, visibly recoiling at the sight of Deema. But he walked over slowly and rested his elbow on the table. “We compete.”

Deema grinned brightly. “We compete, then.” She grabbed the other Lurrix’s hand, getting herself in a good position, waiting for five clicks of the nearest clock. At the fifth click, she quickly slammed the man’s hand down against the table, with no mercy.

James raises an eyebrow at the vendor, shaking his head to himself at the initial reaction and crossing his arms. She could handle this one herself. He grins and chuckles to himself at how she easily handles the vendor, nodding to himself. That’s about what he expected.

Gordon’s eyes widen and he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head to himself in amazement. That was Deema, all right, but damn.

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For @unbrxken​ - Falling Starring Chad Dax-Rozhenko, Genevieve Dax-Rozhenko, Sabrine Dax-Rozhenko, Ben Dax-Rozhenko, Stephanie of House Martok, Taylor of House Martok, and potentially any Orville muses Guest starring Claire Finn, Ed Mercer, and potentially any other Orville canons/Sylvia Malloy

“The Orville will rendezvous with the Rotarran near Klingon space so we can get to Qo’noS,” Genevieve explains of the itinerary. “So in the meantime...”

“Family reunion?” Ben asks, smiling.

“Family reunion,” Genevieve confirms, chuckling. “I’m hoping Uncle Martok will send Layla to pick us up when we meet with them. But first...”

“Welcome to the USS Orville,” Gordon interrupts, “Er, sorry, ambassador...”

“No, no, you’re fine,” Genevieve laughs as the man docks them on the ship’s shuttlebay. In a moment, he opens the shuttle doors and the young woman happily leads her pack off of the shuttle, where Ed, Kelly, and a couple security officers are waiting to greet the group. “Captain Mercer. Good to see you again.”

“Ambassador,” he greets, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “That it is. I’m glad it’s under such better circumstances than last time.”

Genevieve laughs. “And, may I introduce my little entourage here. My twin brother Chad, my cousins and bodyguards Stephanie and Taylor, my older brother and bodyguard Alexander, and my children, Benjamin and Sabrine.”

“My first officer Kelly Grayson,” Ed introduces in kind, “Chief of Security Alara Kitan, and... I think you might know the security officer she had join us.”

Genevieve giggles, finally addressing her sister. “Hi, Audrey.”

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ANIMAL: Dog. Playful, friendly, curious and often fearless, bordering on recklessness. Aggressive with perceived threats, but loyal to a fault to trusted hands. COLOR(S): Red (life, war, courage, anger, love), Yellow (warmth, brightness), Orange (courage, creativity, curiosity) MONTH: September or October. She loves when the leaves change and she is more comfortable in her leather jacket. SONG(S): Trouble - Neon Jungle ( I don't look for trouble / But trouble looks for me / And it's been waiting around corners / Since I was seventeen) Oh! - The Linda Lindas ( Oh, when I say something / I wish I had shut up (oh!) / And when I try to help / I always screw things up (oh!) ) Could Have Been Me - The Struts ( Don't wanna live as an untold story / Rather go out in a blaze of glory / I can't hear you, I don't fear you ) NUMBER: 7 DAY OR NIGHT: She loves sunshine, but she’s a night owl. Nighttime babeeey PLANT: Tiger lily SMELL: Leather, honey and orange blossom shampoo, coffee, a tinge of motor oil, dusty books GEMSTONE: Amber. “Amber has also been used, historically, as a talisman for courage and self-confidence, and was thought to bring good luck to warriors in battle.” SEASON: Autumn!!! PLACE: Her shop in the main verse, or the inn. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries. ELEMENT(S): Fire! DRINK: Coffee. She goes for beer but wouldn’t mind a whiskey now and again.

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For @riseofthemuses​ Starring Victoria Mercer, Bethany Bashir, Wynn Scott, and other assorted Orville muses. Guest starring canon Orville muses.

“My god,” Ed mutters under his breath.

It’s certainly befitting of the situation, seeing the planet from orbit. There was allegedly a Federation colony down there. Or, well, the remains of one. “Any lifesigns?” Ed glances to Addi at their station.

“Captain...” They frown. “I’m picking up an automated signal.”

“Play it,” he orders.

“--tine. Please be advised, do not approach. This colony has signs of an unknown virus that has proven extremely hazardous and has been placed under quarantine. Please be advised, do not approach.”

Addi clicks it off after a moment, frowning at their screen and gasping. “Definitely life signs, captain, but... not very many.”

“Hail the surface,” he orders. “Let’s see if we can establish contact.”

Addi nods and reaches up to respond. “This is the Federation starship Orville seeking contact with Federation colony Kasaxton-4. Please respond.”

Victoria looks up from where she’s dabbing a cloth at Bethany’s forehead at the signal on the computer. Her fever hadn’t broken yet, and hope for her looked bleak. She looks at the boys, chewing her lip a moment and then nodding for them to respond.

They had to try and get help, right?

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paramounticebound​:

|| an unprompted thing for @starbcrn-kids​ / Dahlia!

     “You are bleeding.” A pause; an exasperated sigh. “I hope that it will not slow you down.”

“Smart, aren’t’cha? Anymore astute observations while we’re here?” Dahlia doesn’t mean to gripe as much, but she’s hurt, and unfriendly enough on her own.

She huffs and growls lightly, rolling her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

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@unscrxpted​: Deema said “hold up (reverse)!” to James Meme: send me ‘HOLD UP‘ for your muse to grab mine by the back of the shirt to keep them from doing something dangerous / foolish, send ‘HOLD UP‘ REVERSE for my muse to do the grabbing always accepting

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” James catches Deema by her uniform collar. “Run this plan of yours by me again? We’re lost on an uncontacted planet and your plan is-- what, go beat some information out of a random passerby to figure out where the landing party went?”

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Open! Starring S’Chn T’Gai Hailey

“I can assure you, rumors of my death are highly exaggerated. Vulcan has been on edge due to the delicate situation with Romulus regarding the end of the war and I believe that some are attempting to paint the Federation in a worse light by claiming I have passed away, simply because my wife and I live here on Earth with our daughter.”

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Open! Starring Stephanie of House Martok

“So much as look at the ambassador wrong and I can promise you it will cost you dearly,” Stephanie glances up from where she’d been seated for the function. Taylor was seated with Genevieve and she had been posted across the room so both could assess any potential risks.

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For @unscrxpted​ Starring Mirila Kozak & Potentially Any/All Orville Muses

“Kozak, what do you think you’re doing?!” His voice is aggravated, shocked... a little worried, she might even guess.

Mirila ensures she can transmit her answer. “Buying the Defiant an escape, Captain Sisko.”

“Absolutely not, Mirila, there is no chance of you making it out of there!”

“Yeah.” She continues on in, firing all her available weapons. “I know. But there’s a chance of you getting out of here, and the Defiant’s a lot more important, with a lot more crew, than this little shuttle. All due respect, sir, but get out of here while you’ve got the chance.”

“Come back here, we’re not losing you! Dammit, that’s an ORDER, Mirila!”

She smirks. “It’s a good thing you’re not my captain, sir. Go.”

She cuts off the transmission as the computer warns her her weapons are offline. All that’s left for her is... collision course. She lays it in, not minding the way her shuttle moves and reacts under fire from the Jem’Hadar. Not much she can do now. She locks in her coordinates and prepares to take over if the computer can’t make it.

And then...

...in a flash, she’s sitting, to her shock, on a transporter pad. But the architecture of the ship... it’s almost...

...there’s an alarm going off. But it’s not a normal alarm-- not like a yellow or red alert, not like a call to battle stations. She looks up at a redhead running to the computers just outside the transporter. She smiles at Mirila reassuringly. “Hi there, lass. Jus’ where and when did you come from?”

What?

Mirila stays where she is but sets her shoulders. “Mirila Kozak. Bajoran Security, Deep Space Nine. 825-6317K.”

“That’s not a good sign,” the woman says, turning when the doors open and they’re joined by... security, she’d guess. Mirila stares in confusion at the woman in the lead.

A Xelayan? But... no, she was the only one left. Her people, her planet, her entire universe was destroyed. She’d been the lucky one who landed in another universe, somehow.

Alara turns and addresses Lily. “Lieutenant Scott, what’s going on here?”

“I just got a name, rank, and serial number out of her, so you know about as much as I do about the ‘what’, chief,” Lily says.

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Tag Dump - Verses

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Mal ran her hands through her hair. Her short hair. It was short again. She couldn't brush all the knots out, so she'd had to cut it. But... she didn't quite mind that.

Maleficent had liked her hair long.

So Mal liked it short.

She looked around, stepping out of Hailey's office and... starting to wander. She didn't really have an objective. Just... wandering. Walking. She turned a corner, yelping and stepping back, holding up her hands on instinct. "I'm- I'm sorry-"

The embassy was abuzz. And for good reason.

Ben was just waiting while his mother was in talks with more admiralty regarding the surprise arrival in Hailey’s office, wandering a bit to re-familiarize himself with the surroundings.

He’d been here before, but only on a couple occasions, and he’d always followed behind his mom, even though they both had Ambassador Hailey’s blessing to be anywhere on their own.

And he can’t help but be curious, heading back to the office to see if he could hear anything about the new girl... yelping when she nearly walks into him, instinctively reaching his arms up to cover his face, to cover his spots--

“Sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

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Milo nodded, taking a deep breath. He looked up at Tayen, watching her work.

Tayen glanced at Acyi, smiling sweetly at Asak. “You said ‘was’. Where are your parents now, Asak?”

Milo looked down. “They… they died. During the war. It wasn’t related to the war, they were just… in the wrong place at the wrong time. A mudslide. I’ve been on my own since.”

Tayen nodded, glancing to Acyi again. “I’m sorry, honey.”

Milo shrugged, smiling weakly.

Acyi frowns when he explains what happened to his parents. An orphan. A Bajoran orphan.

She remembers that system. And it wasn't... it wasn't bad.

But no child should go through it, either, not if it can be helped. And she wants to help. But how does she even begin to ask?

She doesn't know and isn't sure she can pretend she does.

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paramounticebound​:

|| @starbcrn-kids / Dahlia ❤‘d for a starter!    

It’s graceless and empty empty empty– he is unshaken, uncrowned. But not undone. Thrones of bone and chalices of teeth– Dahlia is only another cog in the machine. It’s about to break, he thinks, he can hear it shaking, shuddering, threatening to recoil unto the blessed tongues of saints and promises unbent. Khan can at least admire confidence, even if it’s misplaced. He stalks as a wolf would, though his prey isn’t quite prey yet– time would decipher that.

For now, he is merely observant.

      “I am not lying,” not this time, not for the moment. Silver tongues as Atlas to the weight of the world– the augment’s jaw may yet shatter beneath the burden. In due time, as the circle of life wills it: everything is akin to the ouroboros, etched over and over again. Khan is hardly immune to this, but he is cunning and he is self-righteous. Even he knows when to fold, temporarily. The failing engines orchestrate how the next hand is played.

      “There is no other way, and you know it.”

“Ah, so you’re just stupid,” Dahlia mutters when the other comments about not lying, gritting her teeth.

The Marine watches, observes back as the other does to her. And the wolf in her wants to prowl, wants to stalk and observe, determine friend or foe while keeping the other in its sights, but she uses her training and holds herself deadly still. He carries himself in a manner not unlike the likes of Jetson or Roberts back where she was from.

That same smug ignorance, that they knew best for everyone around them, she sees in him. It’s a cold thing, familiar sure but not one she cares to deal with, not ever. She’d run in ‘69 for a reason, after all. Dahlia stares ahead, not meeting his gaze, unwavering in her own self and stance. Just as she used to treat those doctors back in the 60s. No respect, she doesn’t have to and she will never.

“Do I know it? I don’t think I’d be so sure if I was you. I’m from Earth, but the year I left it in was 1981, and when I was living there, I lived in the woods far from humanity. Maybe this situation is bad, I can’t judge. I also couldn’t help, because half of the shit you’re probably going to say to me in the process, I guarantee I will not understand.”

Not to mention-- though perhaps she need not make it known, she was only just starting to show-- the life inside her. Her own child. Not one the scientists were going to take from her to “raise it better”, wherever that one went. She’d looked. Never succeeded. Never found it.

There was no way in hell she wanted to do anything that could risk that, and she had no idea what this would involve.

Though-- she grits her teeth again, shaking her head. Can’t save her kid if she doesn’t try. “S’pose it’s not a bad time to learn on the fly.”

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“Would you rather they outright reject you and try to trample you?” Deema chuckled. “Those hooves hurt. Take it from someone who’s found her way into one too many stampedes.”

And she was not going to provide any more context. She shook the reins, giving a command in Ikkali - a high-pitched squeak followed by a click - and sitting back as they started off.

Twenty or so minutes later, Deema jumped down from the cart, looking over at James and Gordon. “Come on, down, down, we walk now. The cart can come in, but we’re not technically supposed to ride past this point, unless we’re leaving.”

"Didn't say that," James points out. "Just remarking to add them to the list."

Once they get to that point, James blinks and nods with a chuckle as he hops down with her. "I can respect that. Not a bad rule, honestly."

"Yeah, makes sense," Gordon agrees as he gets down, sounding impressed. James nudges him and rolls his eyes as he looks at Deema.

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Deema held her breath, watching the langris observe the men, breathing out a small sigh of relief when they eventually bowed. Thank goodness. She wasn’t sure what they’d do if they’d been rejected.

Well. Could’ve been a worse reaction. Because they might’ve bowed, but one paused to sniff James, making a noise almost like that of disgust, but it still seemed to give him respect, because he’d done so first.

“Okay. Into the cart, my fellow assholes.” She paused. “Well. Asshole James, and Seemingly Everyone’s Best Friend Gordon.” She nodded to herself, climbing up onto the driver’s seat, gesturing to the cart behind her. “We’ve got shit to win.”

James blinks and sighs. "Disappointed but accepting. That's how I-Chaya treated me when Hails and I traveled back in time to our dad's childhood. That's about right." He climbs into the cart with Gordon behind him trying not to laugh.

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Deema laughed, shaking her head. “They’re just like me. They hate almost everyone, until they warm up to you.” She pushed the doors open, taking a deep breath. “Now follow my lead. They’re very smart creatures. Okay?”

She approached the cart, not smiling at the large, six-legged, blue-and-violet and solid blue creatures, keeping her distance. She bowed low to the ground, a sign of respect towards them, only straightening once they bowed in return. She looked back at James and Gordon, nodding for them to do the same.

James watches Deema somewhat closely, not expecting it to help but damned if he didn't try before following her example, as does Gordon though he didn't watch as closely.

Which, James reflects, Gordon probably didn't need to. It's him that animals seemed to have a natural hatred of.