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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Andrew Rice » Fri Nov 20, 2015 12:07 am

Ahhhh... Elachi!!!! RUUUUUUUUUUN!
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Vanessa Brinkman » Fri Nov 20, 2015 1:06 am

Andrew Rice wrote:Ahhhh... Elachi!!!! RUUUUUUUUUUN!


How tf did you manage to conjure Elachi? Is there something you've been forgetting to tell us? Like your sudden practice of Iconian satanic rituals?
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Andrew Rice » Fri Nov 20, 2015 1:13 am

Holly Kolodziejczak wrote:...


Holly is evidently Elachi. Protect your everything!
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Luceo » Fri Nov 20, 2015 6:36 am

Interesting! I wonder what's wrong with him...

But remember, transfer requests must go through proper channels. :eng101:
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Memories

Postby Andrew Rice » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:42 am

"Well this is most enjoyable." Ilaihr said cheerfully as he worked away under the holodeck, disconnecting the information relays between the hologrid and the main computer. The data cores from Gencodia were set up, powered and ready for the psychonautic exploration of their vast stores of information.

"May I be honest, my dear?" He paused, as if waiting for a response. "You are not the best conversationalist." He was met with ever present hum of the ship. "You are a fine ship. Maybe I just haven't been with you long enough, or perhaps it's your relative youth in comparison to Betty. She had many stories to tell, and always replied with more than a gentle hum." He crawled further down the Jeffries tube, working away as he went. "But she was already old when she was new, even older when I acquired her from the Syndicate; she was the last of her class."

He gave a long sad sighed, and patted the bulkhead. "I apologise for the melancholy, my dear; this old fool has alot on his mind. You have many tales to tell, and I predict many more will come your way over the coming years. I have enjoyed this recent mission, being more involved, interacting with the crew as I once did."

The Captain trotted down the corridors, his trustworthy cane in hand and skip in his tripedal step. The lights were dim, an unravelled mess of wires extruding from the bulkheads and numerous scorch marks plastering the walls like a mosaic. Despite the obvious flaws, there was something strangely homely about it; like the walls actually talked. Suddenly, a shadow loomed around the corner and a Breen appeared, storming down the hall. Iliahr planted the foot of his cane on the wall, blocking the Breen's path.

"@&#¡=+? ¥^€" It barked.
"Good morning Mr Thott." Ilaihr replied in a pleasant, yet stern manner.
"*%€~* &$@ #°¥^¢"
"Your apology is accepted. And no, I do not know where Mr Grott is, I would assume the gym. Another disagreement?" Thott simply nodded at Ilaihr in response. "No trouble." He inserted with a sage look, before allowing the Breen to pass.


"Tholl Grott and Groll Thott; the twins. If there's anything people should say about the Breen, they are the highest calibre of warrior; and those two are the amongst the bravest and most loyal men I have ever encountered. To supplement the fact that times could get quiet, they often started the day with a punch up that was only nebulously related to something said the previous day."

Further down the corridor, as Ilaihr chuckled about the twins a dozen three foot tall bugs scurried along the floor and ceiling, followed closely by an Efrosian, two Targs and a Deltan.

"Sa'taldez! Who the blazes let the hatchlings out! They shouldn't out of the incubation room!" Ilaihr's morning laugh turned into a groan.
"The damned things ate through the door panel!" Shouted back the Efrosian, as he vanished around the corner the the Targs.
"Well Get them back. They need to be in there another two uninterrupted months!"
The young Deltan stopped, and smiled at the Captain in embarrassment. "We shall reacquire them sir, I promise."
"I know you will, my girl ." He placed his hands either side of her almost polished head, and touched foreheads with her. "I have faith in your abilities. Now off you run Einin, those rascals wont catch themselves."
She nodded happily and respectfully. "Have a good day, sir.... I wont let you down."


"Oh we had some characters aboard. The large bugs weren't regulars though, they were more of a favour. A damaged Xindi ship, full of Insectoid incubation pods, that wouldn't make it to New Xindus in time, because they weren't permitted to enter Federation or Klingon space. Our payment ended up being a stack of dilithium and half a dozen, fully grown Xindi-Insectoids." He chuckled. "I know I said large bugs werent regulars... but giant ones were."

He finished disconnecting the last connection to the main computer, smiling at all the memories he was having. "You had grumpy people like Sa' and his targ pack; can't expect much from a tracker I suppose. Absolute jewels like Einin, who by appointment of her mother was getting some first hand starship experience. And you had riff-raff..."

"Zid ziih!"
"Kessel... how may I help you."
"You haven't been for your monthly check up yet... are you avoiding me?" Kessel asked with utterly no enthusiasm.
"I'm a busy man, Moran."
"I know, I know. I am booking you an appointment though. Could you hold this for me a moment?" He asked, passing Ilaihr a mug if coffee. "And this...." Also passing him a cup of tea. "HEY, what the hell is at thing." He squealed pointing down the corridor.

In the moment it took Ilaihr to turn around, Kessel had whipped out his tricorder and scanned the old man, took a blood sample as he turned back, grabbed his coffee and scampered off like a whippet.

"Check up complete." He called back, from the other end of the corridor.
"This isn't over doctor!"
"Really?! Seems like I won, to me."
Ilaihr shook his head. "Blasted El-Aurian!"


"That blasted El-Aurian.... And he wasn't even the worst one aboard."

Ilaihr's last stop on a usual Betty day, was to personally make a wake up call to the most treacherous and dangerous member of his crew. He entered a short code into the panel of what appeared to be blast doors, they clunked and hissed open, revealing a red and misty room behind a forcefield.

"Mr Zzyxzzt. We are coming up on the Sheliak border, your presence is required on the bridge."

A number of orange lights could be made out in haze, shimmering at the back of the room. A number of clicks and high pitched screeches called out passed the forcefield.

"Remember your place! You are here as punishment by the Assembly. You will follow my orders. Do you understand?" He replied calmly, without reservation or fear.

An ear shattering screech cried out, as the unmistakable spider-like body emerged into view, followed by a slower and more controlled pace of clicks.

"You can refer to carbon based life in what ever manner you like when you are off duty... but you will still follow my orders, and show some restraint and respect when you are on my time. Do you understand?"

The Tholian moved away from the door, returning a few moments later, stepping through the forcefield in it's protective exosuit. "AS... YOU... COMMAND... ZID... ZIIH."


"Oh Atlantis... I dont why I'm telling you all of this. I suppose I am lonely. As well as I seem to get on with much of the crew, I am an eccentric old man to them... and I am dying. All the memories that are on my mind, are the last of my prized possessions... and I need to spend my time making more... before I cannot even remember my own name."

"I said Kessel was riff-raff... but he is my oldest living and surviving friend. The work he and Solir did for me when I first awoke, was important; formative. His medication has me in a stable condition right now, but it won't last forever... and I do fear that day and the day the others find out about my condition." He leant on the bulkhead, patting it with a sad sigh. "Until then... lets make some memories together, with the crew. I have disconnected the holodeck from the rest of you, now we just have to plug our minds into it.
Vincit Omnia Veritas - The truth conquers all things.

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Catching Bees

Postby Andrew Rice » Wed Apr 13, 2016 9:37 pm

With Ilaihr, T'Lira and Wright

Ilaihr plodded around designing a prototype power module; he'd never caught space bees before, so he was excited at the prospect. The devices needed to be small and easily transportable, they needed to be tough and rugged against insect assaults, and they most definitely needed to be quickly producible. As he hurried along a basic design, he turned to Wright and T'Lira seeing what the station's research could add to the design and see how the rest of the plan was coming along.

T'Lira looked over a scan of where the bees currently were as she mentally laid out what the plan might possibly entail.

At the Science console, Wright was finishing up a conversation with the scientists aboard the station and busily marking up a schematic of the structure on her PADD. She regarded her work with a critical eye for a few moments before standing up and walking closer to Ilaihr and T'Lira. "Okay," she began, turning her PADD for the others to see, "Here's what I've come up with. The areas marked in red on this schematic are sensitive - they either house station personnel or delicate experiments and equipment. My thought is that we only need to lure the creatures out of these areas, and then segregate them with bulkheads and forcefields while we depressurize the rest of the station." With a swipe of her hand, she activated an overlay. "Unfortunately, the fact that our scans show biomass concentrations near these areas... complicates things. Thoughts?"

"Well..." He pondered. "These sections of biomass are probably nesting sites, we'll definitely need to get them away from those. I have a running design for a portable power micro-core; that we can use as bread crumbs to lead them to more desirable areas. But the design requires more information; if they are attracted to energy, is there an optimal type and frequency? And if those areas are nests, we need to know more about the colonial hierarchy of these insects and how they respond to external stimulus, before we know how to deal with them."

"Do they have a queen? A warrior caste? What are their larval forms like? These factors could all influence how the insects defend the biomasses. Like Earth termites, they could have intricate defensive structures for such a likelihood or like a tardigrade with a resistance to negative atmospheric environments."

T'Lira pondered what Ilaihr said and replied, "An optimal frequency could be determined by identifying where the creatures seem most attracted to and determining what the frequency is in those areas. However, their behavior may be difficult to explain, unless the station science personnel have been able to study that aspect of the situation. I have found that insects are often difficult to predict, due to their seemingly aimless behavior. However, perhaps we can determine their behavior with additional study."

She left that open-ended, looking between the other two, hoping that perhaps one of them had a more definite answer.

Wright listened to them both carefully and considered their input before reaching a decision. "Since we're not confident about the behavior of these creatures, I think we should assume that they will become agitated and take the necessary precautions to ensure the safety of the crew. Once that's done, however, I think the best way for us to learn how to manipulate them is via trial and error." She paused briefly, pursing her lips in thought as she considered the available options. "I suggest that we begin by shutting down the power to the areas in which they are concentrated and look for any discernible reaction on the scans. If that goes well, then we can beam in remote-controlled power generators and attempt to manipulate their movements. If that is successful, then we can proceed from there. Their ability to survive outside the station is a good point, though," she added, nodding toward Ilaihr, "I would prefer to destroy them humanely, if possible."

"With the right plan, based on our observations and experiments, may preclude the need to, commander." He looked between the two young women. "I am, uncomfortable simply exterminating them, if it is unnecessary. But I do agree with the precautions and measures needed."

He pulled up the basic design of the power cells on the monitor. "I shall have a number of different types built, so we can better test the insects' preference; they may like photonic energy, maybe plasma, or even partial to some polaron. It may also be advantageous to do a detailed molecular scan of the biomasses; insects often communicate via pheromones, and it may be a more efficient method of controlling them if our original plan fails."

A crease had developed in Wright's forehead at Ilaihr's initial response. "I think the idea of controlling with pheromones is a good one, but that effort would be irrelevant if manipulation by power control is successful. Let's keep it in our back pocket in case our first idea doesn't work out. And to clarify my position - I don't care to needlessly kill any living beings either, but the fact is that this colony is abnormally large because it has developed in an artificial environment with little threat from hazards or predators. Relocating the entire colony into any existing ecosystem could be quite disruptive, even one to which this insect species is native, and it's extremely likely that a large percentage of the colony would die anyway once removed from the artificial habitat. That's assuming, of course, that we are even capable of relocating them... I fear that the colony is far too large to be managed. My belief as a scientist is that since the unnatural excess in population resulted from mistakes made by sentient beings, it's our moral responsibility as sentient beings to humanely euthanize that excess population when there are no alternatives that would do less damage. Perhaps you see an option I have not considered?"

T'Lira listened to the ideas presented and treated them as pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. Each idea was a piece, and thus, was only a part of the complete plan. With the right application, perhaps all of the ideas could fit together... although the pheremone idea did seem quite interesting, perhaps a later study.

"If I may recommend an idea, perhaps if we were to determine which types of power sources the insects are currently most attracted to by identifying the areas with the most insects and the type of power source located in that area, perhaps we could then begin preliminary herding while testing the other power sources. However, there is indeed a significant number of the insects, which may make herding them difficult. Even one left behind could be a nuisance if it finds another that has also been left behind."

"Only that we very much require more information on them; lest we over-generalise. I would be interested to know why the facility had them in the first place, if they were so incapable of safely housing them." He replied in his usual sagely manner to Wright. "What information were they hoping to glean from their study, and what may the researchers have done to them, if anything, to result in this outcome?"

Ilaihr's hand began to shake, making his walking stick scrape across the floor, before trying to control the tremor with his other hand; hoping the pair didn't notice. "One must never be afraid to ask questions, my dears."

Wright looked at each of the junior officers in turn, her command training winning a narrow victory over her desire to argue her point.

"I concur with your assessment," she began, addressing T'Lira, "And propose that we initially proceed as you have suggested, and that we also work on developing a contingency plan for any stragglers that don't respond to the herding, but only if our initial testing shows that such a scenario is likely."

Wright then calmly turned to address Ilaihr. "The facility was capable of safely housing them; accidents happen. Regardless, further information on the experiment is irrelevant if Commander Harper's orders are to exterminate them. I don't think we are going to agree on this point, so we can present her with both options and let her make a decision, then proceed from there." His momentary infirmity did not escape her notice, but occurred with sufficient frequency that it had become unremarkable. Instead, she regarded him coolly and added, "Allow me to be perfectly clear, Lieutenant - I am a scientist. I fear no questions. I simply focus on asking the right ones."

Ilaihr smiled at Lexy, amused by her fire. "I did not mean to cause offence commander; the plan can still go ahead as we have laid down, regardless. I would simply feel more comfortable knowing how this happened, so that it doesnt happen again."
Vincit Omnia Veritas - The truth conquers all things.

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ENG - Lt. Ilaihr - USS Atlantis NCC-1021-D
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Luceo » Wed Apr 13, 2016 11:48 pm

That sets up tonight's game wonderfully! Might as well reference it for the mission brief, even. :V

Always great to see joint logs, and seeing three authors together is even better!
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Re: ENG Lieutenant Junior Grade Ilaihr

Postby Andrew Rice » Thu Jul 07, 2016 1:34 pm

Vincit Omnia Veritas - The truth conquers all things.

TAC - LtJG. Soule Douglas - USS Hyperion NCC-77989 / S.T.A.R. ECS
ENG - Lt. Ilaihr - USS Atlantis NCC-1021-D
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