[Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey
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				Title: <strong>[Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>17-01-2022, 20:11:19</strong>
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				0400 hours. GMT.<br><br>"Olympus Actual, we're ready to take the Odyssey out."<br><br>"Please repeat transmission."<br><br>"Olympus Actual, this is Scutworks, requesting permission to take the Odyssey out of drydock."<br><br>"...I guess we missed the toast.. Affirmitive, Scutworks, you have clearance into a lunar orbit. Transmitting vector."<br><br>"Vector received, Olympus Actual." A few minutes of silence over the radio. "...and, she's off. That is one gorgeous piece of biotech."<br><br>"...affirmative, Scutworks, we have her on our scopes. She's a beauty alright."<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/The_Odyssey.jpg)<br><br>March 11th, 2125...<br>0900 GMT<br>..Lunar Orbit..<br><strong>UNJS 00741, Leviathan-C, 'Odyssey'</strong><br><br>Orders had finally come in only a few days ago, scattered across over eleven different chains of command,-- March 11th,- when the first "C-class Leviathan", the Odyssey, would finish it's final inspection and be released into active service. That service, though, would still be a few days off. Most every member that had been assigned to the expedition had received their boarding orders,-- when, where, and by which route they would find themselves aboard the Odyssey. Only those at the top of the command chain had a good look at the overall plan.<br><br>By 0900, the Odyssey should have a full skeleton crew, as well as a '~mostly complete' assignment of its officer core.<br>By 1400, the Science &amp; Medical Teams would arrive in full along with their equipment,--<br>By 2100, the Odyssey's Frigate Escort would rendezvous with the Leviathan, delivering their Seventh Legion marine compliment and fighter wing.<br>By the end of day, the Leviathan would leave Lunar Orbit, beginning it's shakedown cruise out to the Orbit of Saturn, docking with the Galileo Station. The Qin contingent would, at this point, join the expedition.<br><br>There'd be a few days of 'sensor shakedowns', out beyond Saturn's Orbit, to iron out any isuses with the Odyssey's rather-experimental new systems.<br><br>Then, well...<br><br>...March 16th, the Odyssey would take off for the great unknown, jumping to the edge of the galaxy, specifically, to a system whose exact nature was still classified.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">We might not need all of this, especially if we stay at around this number of players, but just to give people an idea of how to tag their posts?<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg[/img][/floatleft] [b]Name:[/b] [url=https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660]"Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe)[/url]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] Date, and Time. "GMT" for timezone; might also include 'local time' for certain planets.<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where the scene is taking place<br>[b]Content:[/b] What's happening in the scene<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Any - open/closed<br>[hr]<br>This is text, glorious text, bwah-hahaha.</code></pre><br>Basically, feel free to be pretty loose with this stuff. If things get more chaotic and we need to, I'll probably be more strict about tagging and what not.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>17-01-2022, 20:22:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Approach to the Ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>She'd seen mock-ups of the Odyssey, even holograms, but as the shuttle sliced across the curvature of the Moon and the massive form of the Leviathan-C slowly creeped into view--<br><br>--it looked different from the other Leviathan's.<br><br>Apparently that had something to do with it's sensitive scanning equipment, which had been designed according to all the latest biotech theories and in collaboration with both the Qin and the Listeners. Even more than the ship's unique appearance, though, the thing that really got to Elizabeth was that... well, once they docked and she made her way aboard, the ship would be "hers". Oh, to be sure, it'd still technically belong to the United Nations,- and the Aeon Trinity,- but for all practical purposes? The Odyssey was hers.<br><br>...her first command..<br><br>It was a little sobering, in a lot of ways. She'd have a crew of nearly 400 under her command, a far ranging mission that was going to take them well-away from any possibility of assistance,-- in the utter darkness of space, to sift through the dirt of alien worlds, all seeking answers to questions that humanity <em>desperately</em> needed to know. Questions that related to the darkest parts of her own history. Just thinking back to those years she spent under the domination of-- <em>that thing</em>- was almost enough to bring a shiver down her spine.<br><br>"Any final thoughts, people?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>18-01-2022, 01:36:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle en route to the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any abord the shuttle<br><hr><br>"That I am quite frankly rather intimidated by that bioware ahead of us - which is a rather unusual experience, for me."<br><br>The Norça liaison's English carried the sort of impeccably British, clearly enunciated, yet hard-to-pin-down accent one might hear from a BBC newsreader, though her tone was definitely one of wry amusement - a sentiment matched by the smile into which her lips quirked.<br><br>"It is unquestionably a beautiful creation.&nbsp; And yes, I am fully aware that it is a hybrid structure rather than 'pure' bioware - which makes it seem a little less daunting.&nbsp; But, speaking as someone who till quite recently considered herself au fait with the state of biotechnical research... it is still rather stunning to behold.&nbsp; It reminds me more of some of the Qin-assisted arcology crafting I have seen, than it does of anything that was presented as a space-faring vessel when I was growing up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>18-01-2022, 04:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[img height=200 padding=5]https:https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660]"Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria)[/url]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a hydroponics bay on the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> Setting up the plants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any aboard the shuttle<br><hr>"Hmmm, these plants are difficult to work with, but the nutritional value is superb." She was carefully setting up and making sure a number of plants for sustainable food were transferred and would grow well, assuming no problems. They were registered as rare biotech due to some help from an ally, but were actually some xenoflora that had been genetically modified with other techniques to allow for some unusual alien dishes, but also provide more than enough to keep the crew going, especially as she'd developed some easily preserved rations using some of the flora, others were just spices and herbs though from across the galaxy, with a few created by an inventive friend. She was more than a bit nervous, as this was honestly her first field mission with people who didn't fully know her nature, and she felt very naked and her body wasn't... quite right.<br><br>She started to carry some of the already ripe products to the mess hall, to prepare a small welcome feast for the officer corps. Never too late to start building a positive relationship, this mission was too important to not give it her all. The future of all who sprang from humanity might rest on its success.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>21-01-2022, 00:10:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Approach to the Ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>"A bit too big for you to swallow?" the Captain posed, lightly, to Petra-- with a slight grin,-<br><br>Only to, afterwards, make a slight face and wish that she'd thought that through a tiny bit more. It definitely sounded better in her head, or at least, was less innuendo-laden. It was a concern that she just met with a vague shrug and an apologetic grin, though, she somehow didn't think that the Norca Aunt was going to let it slip without comment.<br><br>One thing she does confirm, at least, is that... well, there doesn't seem to be anyone else up here at the forward monitor with them. Though the shuttle's pilot could probably <em>hear</em> them. Still, "Ashley" wasn't too surprised that most of the rest of the people on the shuttle were keeping their distance for now. Other than Petra, she didn't really know most of the rest of the Officers just yet, a lacking that she was hoping to overcome to some degree during this shakedown cruise.<br><br>"...oh, have you heard anything back from your brother that's assigned to Hydroponics? Helping that one girl?" the Captain asked. She knew that most of the Hydroponics team, including one of the agents assigned to Petra's familia and that neutral specialist (--Sybil- that was the name), had arrived... 'early'.. several days ago early. Having needed the extra time to get everything ready. 'Self-Sufficiency' was a very important mission priority after all given the amount of time that the Odyssey was expected to be out of contact and the hydroponics (and assorted other) equipment was sensitive enough to need extra set-up time. "Everything running on schedule there?"<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Tivo.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong> Tivo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hydroponics Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Setting up the plants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xue Victoria [Open]</div><hr><br>"¡Ei!" the Norça sibling called out. "¡Sybil! Over here, menina, I need a hand."<br><br>...he really really did. Tivo didn't, at the moment, actually <em>have</em> a hand. No, one of his appendages had turned into a mess of tiny tentacles that was mostly lost inside the innards of the biotech vat that he was in the process of installing. The other was, well,-- plugged into one of the interface sockets of the Leviathan,- sort of resulting in the effect that the young brazilian man looked almost like he was extruded out of the side of the Leviathan and growing into the biovat that would help supply a fair portion of their food.<br><br>"Can you plug this in? I tried to use one of my legs but I can't quite stretch that far," he noted. "Be sure to use the correct color coded socket. I need to get the last of these things hooked up and Carlos seems to have wandered off doing god knows what."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>21-01-2022, 02:09:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle en route to the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any aboard the shuttle<br><hr><br>Petra failed to <em>entirely</em> restrain the urge to laugh - consequently producing a rather unladylike snort, followed by an amused grin and an apologetic look.<br><br>"Yes, Captain.&nbsp; I would indeed struggle to swallow something of that size," she agreed wryly.&nbsp; "In all seriousness... even were it not a wonderful example of hybrid technology, it would be <em>far</em> beyond my capabilities.&nbsp; If a pure-biotech device were available for formatting, and I had nothing else to deal with, then I could potentially bind something appreciably larger and even more complex than a VARG into my noetic signature... and thus 'swallow' it.&nbsp; But most people find it unsettling enough to see even a small fraction of what can be done with assimilation by a specialist in the art.&nbsp; And I have not recently tried pushing myself to discover the absolute limit of what I could swallow, with all other restraints removed."<br><br>Shrugging amiably, she chuckled - and offered the captain a wink.<br><br>"From Tivo in Hydroponics?&nbsp; I have mostly heard a mixture of enthusing about the ship, and upset over things not being done the 'right' way.&nbsp; But in spite of the initial grumbles, his reports say that they're making good time - and he seems to be rapidly adjusting to the idea of other Orders and Aeon having a significant hand in things, <em>and</em> to Norça habits not being followed at <em>all</em> times.&nbsp; I really do hope that his colleagues are able to adjust to him, too!&nbsp; He is young enough that he grew up with the Norça at the forefront of Sudamerican life, and many of his generation are rather prone to forgetting that other people - especially from other places - might need some time to accept transmogrification happening right in front of them.&nbsp; People coo enviously over one of us changing our hair or eye colour on a whim... but they often have a rather different reaction if they see someone's arm break apart into a mass of tentacles, however convenient it might be for a piece of technical work."<br><br>Another shrug from the Norça (who looked only a <em>little</em> older than Tivo) was followed by a nod ahead towards the ship.<br><br>"For my own part, I admit that I'm very keen to see how this compares to - and differs from - my own previous experience of cross-pollination of ideas and practices, in the Brasilia arcology."<br><br>That, of course, was the lush, beautiful, and notoriously <em>strange</em> paradise-city created by the merging of Norça and Qin biotech and artistry with the latest developments in augmented reality and the most cutting-edge transhumanist fashions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>21-01-2022, 02:48:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tyrone Pryk<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><hr><br>Tyrone sat quietly in the rear of the shuttle, letting the talking, movement and everything else just wash over him. For a large, physically imposing man, he was good at being unobtrusive when he wanted to be. He felt it was better that way, given how he was gifted. Life was full of disappointments, but one had to do what one could with what life gave.<br><br>Which was the reason he was seated in the shuttle, heading off toward the massive ship orbiting Luna. He had to admit, it was an impressive vessel. It fascinated him to see how far humanity had pushed the technology of bioengineering, and all the wonders it had brought forth. What exactly the mission entailed, he was not aware, but that was not a strange thing for him. His superiors seemed to revel in giving him as little information as possible before sending him on an assignment. Being an Australian, by heritage, in China was a good enough reason to make his life <em>interesting</em>, regardless of the importance of the task. While he was mostly in the dark about it, he was intelligent enough to know that this mission was a significant one, and the Ministry wanted it to be successful.<br><br><em>'Why else send a talented Mindshare expert on the mission? Even if he is a barbarian.'</em><br><br>With a quiet sigh, Tyrone stood up and moved his way forward, noting the other passengers, but not interacting with any of them as he passed. As he moved forward, he became aware of two human presences ahead. A more frustrated sigh blasted from his nostrils as he took firmer control over his talent, quietening the newly detected minds. A few more steps forward, and he heard the faint voices, two women. He recalled that the expedition was led by a woman, and left him wonder if one of them was in fact his commander. Regardless, he had to make himself known to the crew, and hopefully cut off any counter productive rumours about him before they took root. More so with the people he would be working with on a constant basis.<br><br>He finally stepped into the room where the two women were. The first woman he saw was beyond all doubt the commander of the ship. Just her bearing was enough to confirm it, even though her uniform made it obvious. He kept his primary focus on her, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence before he said or did anything. Cultural training held firm.<br><br>But he keep some of his awareness on the other woman. There was nothing about her outwardly that spoke of her position on the crew, or anything else significant about her. That she was there told him that she was important, in some way, to be included on the mission.<br><br>As required of him, he was dressed in the standard uniform of the Office of Semiotics; the unimaginative black suit of Chinese influence, black leather (real leather at that) gloves on his hands and black shoes. He chose to forego the hat, as he was indoors and it was only required to wear when outside. His expression was neutral and at rest, while he stood at what could be thought of as attention, as was proper when standing before a superior officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>21-01-2022, 06:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"></div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hydroponics Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Setting up the plants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tivo - Open<br><hr>"Just one second." She quickly places her plants in the basket down, then takes the correct cable, and installs it where directed. "Is there anything else you need?" She glances seemingly unbothered by Tivo's reshaping of his body, as if it's very common and expected. "I think we have most of this finished, now it's just finalizing the optimizations." She is very careful to check over the measurements and make sure everything is more than within the desired zones depending on the crop. "So, do you know anyone else on this mission? Any particularly favorite types of food?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 06:15:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Approach to the Ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>Elizabeth can't help but wonder just <em>what</em> the limits are for Petra's ability to assimilate individual pieces of biotech. The ability itself was widespread amongst those talented with Psychomorphing, but few indeed could take it to the level that Ms. Sabio could manage, excepting perhaps the Pai de Norça himself? Either way, she knew that the Biokinetic was probably right as to the limits, and to be sure no one could <em>ever</em> assimilate a Leviathan...<br><br>...but what exactly were those limits..?<br><br>Could they be-- pushed,- with her own Aptitude?<br><br>This was what was rolling around in Elizabeth's mind, in any event, as Petra talked about the progress being made down in Hydroponics. The discussion about Tivo's lack of experience working outside of Sudamerica bringing a bit of a grin to the Captain's face. She'd have to make sure to keep an eye down there,-- between Sybil (a unique talent), the rest of the Triton staff, the Norça contingent, and the Aesculpians, Hydroponics was perhaps one of the areas on the ship that was likely to experience a considerable amount of tension. Partly because of just how important it <em>was</em> to the mission as a whole. Frankly, Elizabeth was surprised that the Legion hadn't tried to get more of their support staff on the deck...<br><br>...Larssen, she supposed, understood the dangers of too many cooks in the kitchen.. as it were.<br><br>"That sounds like quite a sight to see, at least," the Captain noted. Taking note of the arrival of another to the forward monitor. This, she thought, was Pryk,-- the Ministry official,- about whom she knew very little simply because of the relative lack of information sent by the Chinese. She was glad that he was here; she'd been wanting to talk to him. Still, at least for the moment, she was still talking with Petra. Pryk could wait for another few moments. "I know I still haven't entirely gotten used to what some of your brothers and sisters can do with that mode. In any event, I'm curious about how things shake out in Hydroponics as well, from what I understand... Sybil is a bit of a unique talent.. collects all sorts of exoflora from exotic ports. Lured onto the mission from the promise of finding even more."<br><br>With that,-- and a final smile for her friend,- the Captain glances over toward their new arrival.<br><br>Beckoning him forward...<br><br>"...I believe it's Minister Pryk, yes? Tyrone?" she asks, trying her best to appear welcoming. Even though, in all honest, she found the Ministry a bit... unsettling.. even beyond most people. "You'll have to forgive the uncertainy, I'm afraid when your Government assigned you to Project Illiad, they weren't exactly the most cooperative. We didn't receive much in the way of personnel files. Part of the reason I was hoping to run into you, get a chance to talk,--"<br><br>She gives him a little nod. Glad that he's here.<br><br>"--oh, this is Petra Satio, the Liasson in charge of the Illiad's contingent from the Nova Força Nacional. She's <em>basically</em> immortal and is always walking around with a VARG inside of her," the Captain notes, grinning just a bit. "I'm your commanding officer,-- Ashley Meghan Harris on most of the official paperwork,- though you might recognize the name 'Elizabeth Monroe'."<br><br>When she says her actual name, she can't help but... well, glance at the Ministry Official.. wondering if he <em>would</em> recognize the name.<br><br>She had roughly pegged him as the person 'in charge' of the ministry Attachment-- it seemed either that, or, they didn't actually have anyone 'in charge'- if he didn't know who she was, and more importantly, her particular Aptitude and affiliation...? Well, then, that was going to be <em>awkward</em>. Something she didn't much look forward to in her officer core. She didn't relish working with the Ministry, much as she doubted they would enjoy working for a 'Chib', but, she would do it.<br><br>"Oh dear. No one told you anything, did they?" she says, shaking her head a bit. "...ugh, Petra, this might sting a bit less coming from you..? Or should I just spit it out?? How much DO you know about Illiad's mission, Pryk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 06:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Tivo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tivo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hydroponics Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Setting up the plants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xue Victoria [Open]<br><hr><br>"No no... that covers it. Obrigada, Senhorita Sybil," he says, seeming to... well, start concentrating on making those last minute connections. Despite the fact that the vat that he was working on, now hooked up to the ship's internal power, was.. well... electrocuting him. He does, admittedly, take note of the fact that Sybil seems completely immune to any surprise here. But, he'd already heard that the 'Head of Hydroponics' was a bit of an odd egg and had observed such himself. The question about the other people on the Odyssey, and their tastes in food, though, earned a bit of a light chuckle. "Ah, a few, here and there. Tia Petra, of course, though I make it a point not to tell secrets about my tia louca. Sullivan, on the Flight Team, he likes fresh fruits! Especially Banana's. We joke that he's half monkey."<br><br>"I understand you came aboard with the Nihonjin?" he asks. Not really having gotten a chance to be very spotty. "I hope all this biotech isn't freaki---"<br><br>He pauses.<br><br>Remembering, idly, a lesson that Tia Petra had tried to remind him of.<br><br>"--I'm asking you if you're freaked out by biotech when I'm extruding partly out of the wall. Heh. Desculpas."<br><br><em>That</em> is why Carlos ran off. Ah! Good to know. Maybe he should have gotten some help rather than... eh. Nah. This is more efficient. They're short-staffed as is.<br><br>"The Captain, understand she's a <em>proper</em> English lass. So, tea is probably a good bet there, if you want to make an impression."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 07:45:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hydroponics Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Setting up the plants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tivo - [Open]<br><hr>"Don't worry, while I'm... not really used to it, I have more a curiousity though I don't understand or use it myself. And I wasn't trying to learn any secrets, I just... I have a bit of a hobby of very unusual foods and would like to think of which things might please their palates while being new. It's one of my personal projects. Some of these more exotic things we're growing are required for these. But fresh fruits, I think perhaps these over here might be best... it's very fragrant and sweet."<br><br>She's making a small selection, picking a few of the items, setting in a different basket for Tivo's friend. "Here, some things for him to try, though, don't pick and eat just anything, some of these in this special location are... difficult to eat if you aren't careful. I've marked those ones off in this section. That said, they have a number of non-food uses as well."<br><br>She's considering more, then makes a small sign saying "For Tivo's friend" and puts it on the basket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 21:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle en route to the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Captain, Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle<br><hr><br>Petra's smile for the Captain was unmistakably affectionate - a response of friendship, rather than merely a subordinate being polite to a superior.&nbsp; Indeed, she looked distinctly intrigued by Elizabeth's last words before attention was turned to the figure in black.<br><br>Inclining her head, she offered him a welcoming smile.<br><br>"Petra Sabio," she affirmed.&nbsp; "Of the New National Force."&nbsp; Her accent was somewhat undefinably 'educated British', with no particular region to the fore.&nbsp; Her decision to translate her organisation's name certainly suggested a divergence from some of the more stridently non-Anglophone elements of the Norça.&nbsp; "I am intended to serve as an advisor on matters relating to diplomacy and hostile environments, as well as a point of contact for the Norça on board.&nbsp; We know that we can take some... adjusting to, for those not accustomed to the abilities some of us manifest.&nbsp; The hope is that I might be able to help to resolve misunderstandings as smoothly as possible."<br><br>So far, so conventionally diplomatic.&nbsp; But the polite <em>knock</em> upon Tyrone's mind was assuredly not conventional.&nbsp; No hint of threat or malice to it: instead, a manifestation of the lowest tier of genuine telepathic ability - a simple request that even a Neutral could reject, to open a connection with 'Mindspeak'.&nbsp; In a manner no one else could perceive, the Norça liaison had just identified an Auxiliary Mode of likely interest to the Ministry representative.<br><br>Out loud, she continued her amiable introduction.<br><br>"Though, as the captain has intimated, I am indeed a specialist in what is commonly termed 'assimilation': I can 'store' formatted bioware within my noetic signature.&nbsp; That standardly includes Vacuum Assault and Reconnaissance Gear, which - in simple terms - can make me a rather handy person to have around in dangerous situations.&nbsp; And though 'immortality' would be stretching things a bit, I <em>am</em> more durable than most even among the Norça.&nbsp; Part of my role is to stand between the crew and peril, if need be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>24-01-2022, 01:33:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tyrone Pryk<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><hr><br>At the friendly physical indication that he had been seen, and that the Captain wished to converse with him, Tyrone took the single pace forward necessary to come within the socially accepted distance for a conversation.<br><br><em>"...I believe it's Minister Pryk, yes? Tyrone? You'll have to forgive the uncertainy, I'm afraid when your Government assigned you to Project Illiad, they weren't exactly the most cooperative. We didn't receive much in the way of personnel files. Part of the reason I was hoping to run into you, get a chance to talk,--"</em><br><br>Tyrone smiled knowingly. It came as no surprise that the 'superiors' of the Ministry withheld information from those they were dealing with. While it was necessary at times, the extent to which the Ministry was sparse with information was, in Tyrone's opinion and experience, bordering on foolish.<br><br><em>"--oh, this is Petra Satio, the Liasson in charge of the Illiad's contingent from the Nova Força Nacional. She's </em>basically<em> immortal and is always walking around with a VARG inside of her. I'm your commanding officer,-- Ashley Meghan Harris on most of the official paperwork,- though you might recognize the name 'Elizabeth Monroe'."</em><br><br>While he was not surprised to know the Captain's real name, rather than the one the world knew her by, he was by the fact that she quickly, and openly, told him. That did cause the slightest reaction to cross his face, the slightest raising of his eyebrows along with the barely perceptible tilt of his head. The Ministry, having told him little about the mission he was being assigned to, had taken on himself to find out as much as was politely available to outsiders. He was discrete with the few times he breached operational security to gain the information he needed, without jeopardising anything in the process. He didn't want to cause any problems with those he would working with, if it could be helped.<br><br><em>"Petra Sabio, of the New National Force. I am intended to serve as an advisor on matters relating to diplomacy and hostile environments, as well as a point of contact for the Norça on board.&nbsp; We know that we can take some... adjusting to, for those not accustomed to the abilities some of us manifest.&nbsp; The hope is that I might be able to help to resolve misunderstandings as smoothly as possible."</em><br><br><em>"Oh dear. No one told you anything, did they? ...ugh, Petra, this might sting a bit less coming from you..? Or should I just spit it out?? How much DO you know about Illiad's mission, Pryk?"</em><br><br>When the knock was felt, Tyrone knew immediately where it came from. The glance he shot Petra was one of clear displeasure, but was gone within a moment and he continued to behave as if it never happened. That she did it to him was a clear indication that she had some skill, and he hoped that it was a polite way of getting his attention and announcing her ability.<br><br><em>"Though, as the captain has intimated, I am indeed a specialist in what is commonly termed 'assimilation': I can 'store' formatted bioware within my noetic signature.&nbsp; That standardly includes Vacuum Assault and Reconnaissance Gear, which - in simple terms - can make me a rather handy person to have around in dangerous situations.&nbsp; And though 'immortality' would be stretching things a bit, I </em>am<em> more durable than most even among the Norça.&nbsp; Part of my role is to stand between the crew and peril, if need be."[/color]</em><br><br>"Captain Harris, Coadjutor Tyrone <em>Pree</em> reporting for duty." After receiving acknowledgement of his announcement he turned to Petra, "Ms Sabio, it is a pleasure to meet you both.&nbsp; I would like to extend my apologies for the Ministry's inability to share the requisite levels of information when assigning personnel to missions. While I may lack some more in depth knowledge of the mission, it is my understanding that this is a long range exploration mission with links to Aberrant activities. If I am incorrect, I will not be offended by being corrected. I am here to do what I can to ensure the success of the mission.<br><br>"As I am a telepath, and I know of how we are perceived, I would like to let it be known that I will only conduct any telepathy with the express permission of those I contact, or by direct command of yourself. I honour and respect the privacy of others, and I will not do anything that someone feels is an invasion of their privacy.<br><br>"I have been assigned to the mission to assist in first contact encounters, to support any diplomatic efforts and to provide support for any translation that can't be covered by other mission crew. Of course, if there are any other ways I can be of assistance, I shall do my best."<br><br>Tyrone then turned his attention to Petra, giving her a polite nod. "Your ability to store biotechnological items within your noetic signature is am impressive capability indeed. I had heard rumours about that, but given some of the other rumours that have been attributed to fellow Psions, I took it with some scepticism. But been told that it is true, it will prove to be a very useful capability, I am certain. While I have yet to work actively with one of the Norça, I have heard nothing but positive talk from those who have. Given that level of feedback, I am looking forward to working with you, and experiencing what those of your order are capable of."<br><br>Tyrone turned back to the Captain. "Captain, when you have the time to do so, I will make myself available to be given the lacking information about the mission, and fill you in on anything important missing from my personnel file forwarded by the Ministry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>24-01-2022, 02:55:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle en route to the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Captain, Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle<br><hr><br><em>Knock, knock.</em><br><br>This time, it was a familiar brush upon the edge of Elizabeth's mind, arriving a moment after Petra tucked hair behind her ear.&nbsp; Outwardly, she looked amiably calm and professional - alertly awaiting the Captain's response to Coadjutor Pryk.<br><br><em>"No dice on the fully-private chat.&nbsp; That <strong>look</strong> I got was his reaction: a <strong>polite</strong> telepath, who doesn't like uninvited contact.&nbsp; So: you or me, out loud.&nbsp; I'd recommend you handle the mission details, at least.&nbsp; Then pass it to me to explain your dual identity, if you like?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>24-01-2022, 03:26:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:13am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Approach to the Ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any aboard the shuttle - open<br><hr><br>"It's alright, you'll likely understand some of the Ministry's reticence once I explain a few things," she notes, somewhat sadly. "Based on relative rank, I'm also going to be expecting you to stand as a go-between between myself and the other members of the Ministry assigned to the Odyssey."<br><br>...a number that was, honestly, rather small..<br><br>They had a few non-Ministry telepaths, of course, and not all of the Ministry personnel assigned to the ship <em>were</em> Psion's much less Telepaths. Of them, from what Elizabeth could determine based on the documentation that she'd received, Coadjutor Pryk seemed to be the highest ranking and the natural choice for a go-between. It was possible that the various officials might end up changing their mind as to who should report to her, admittedly, or that Pryk might end up serving as a figurehead that reported the word of some other official in the Ministry <em>to</em> her, but at the end of the day that wasn't really her concern.<br><br>When Petra gave the little mental knock that accompanied <em>Mindspeak</em>, the Captain smoothly let her in...<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">"~It's alright, he gave us permission to discuss this later. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure how many times I'm going to have to have this conversation, or exactly how I should go about <em>having</em> it. I'd like to think that <strong>most</strong> of the Orders probably told the people they assigned at least <em>something</em>. Just not, apparently, the Ministry.~"</span><br><br>At the very least, it didn't seem as though the Cojudator recognized her name. Or, well, her surname. That might be a momentary oversight, which he might correct before they were able to talk again. It wasn't like it wasn't known that "Elizabeth Monroe, wife of George Monroe," had been one of the foremost members of the Chitra Banu prior to that order's betrayal and destruction. Most of the rest of the world didn't know the full details about her husbands' research-- even she mostly only remembered bits and pieces of it that haunted her nightmares, most of the details of what it had become while she'd been possessed having been lost when the bodiless alien abandoned her to die. <em>That</em> was a thought that she'd rather not have in her head.<br><br>A thought that had been haunting her more and more since she'd agreed to do this.<br><br>"...I think we're going to be docking shortly, in any event.." she noted, the words intended for both of the other Psions. Indeed, even as she said the words, they could faintly sense the shuttle's center of gravity shifting as the thrusters blared and the ship changed vectors. The main monitor displaying a shifting view of the <em>Odyssey</em>, rapidly growing larger and larger as they neared one of the hanger-bays, which honestly looked rather barren at the moment. "I have a few things to take care of up here, but you both should probably retake your seats. Tray tables, upright, all that stuff."<br><br>She spared them both a smile.<br><br>"It was a pleasure to meet you, Coadjutor. I look forward to working with you in the future."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>25-01-2022, 02:01:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle about to dock with the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Captain, Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle<br><hr><br>Nodding politely to the Captain, Petra answered her friend's smile with another of her own - then turned to start towards the seating area.&nbsp; Her body language clearly invited Pryk to accompany her, though she applied no verbal pressure to do so, leaving the professional telepath free to keep or avoid her company for the final run in to the Odyssey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>25-01-2022, 12:28:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tyrone Pryk<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Petra Sabio, Any Eavesdroppers<br><hr><br>From the interaction between the two women, it was clear to Tyrone that they had worked together in the past, at the very least, or were good friends. Psions were small in number, and due to the nature of the work they did, it was not surprising that paths would be crossed more than once, and friendships forged. It reassured him that some of the crew were on good terms with each other, but it also meant that there was the basis of a power bloc if things got personal or too political. That was something that he had dealt with more than enough to not be phased by it, nor shocked if it came about.<br><br>Petra's departure signaled that he was invited to join the Sudamerican if he so desired. A good part of his training was reading body language and non-verbal cues, so it was the equivalent of shouting at the top of her lungs. To him, a whispered invitation would have been more subtle. Deciding that it was as good a time as any to break the ice, Tyrone followed at a polite distance, letting her know he had accepted her invitation.<br><br>He waited for her to take her seat, then sat beside her. He took a moment to get comfortable, then turned to face Petra.<br><br>"I must apologise for my bad reaction to your invitation to use mindspeak. Being the son of a telepath, I was brought up with a set of manners concerning the use of that ability. Normally, I would ask verbally, or be asked verbally, the first time such a contact was made. Since you would not have known that at the time, you caused no offence by your action for that reason. What did annoy me was that you did it while we were in conversation with someone else. I am sure that you would feel a little annoyed or offended if people you were conversing with suddenly spoke an unknown language?<br><br>"But I must complement you on the skill you showed with your grasp of Telepathy. Unlike yourself, I have no gift for any of the other forms of Noetic Manipulation.<br><br>"If I may enquire, did you volunteer for this mission, or were you selected by others within your order?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>25-01-2022, 14:20:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle about to dock with the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle<br><hr><br>Petra settled elegantly into place, offering a smile and inclination of her head in greeting as Pryk joined her.&nbsp; When he spoke, she listened attentively - even meekly ducking her head.<br><br>"I apologise, truly," she said softly.&nbsp; "An explanation is available, should you wish to hear it...&nbsp; but it can certainly wait.&nbsp; And... thank you.&nbsp; I have been fortunate to manifest some abilities beyond my own Aptitude.&nbsp; Even those that are referred to as 'foundational', 'rudimentary', or 'basic' by people who are <em>truly</em> attuned to such things are frankly wonderful in their own right to me."<br><br>The happiness in her tone and expression certainly seemed genuine, without a hint of the smugness that might denote a desire to boast: she simply looked like someone still delighted with the generosity of her Gift.<br><br>"But having experienced some of what is possible with - and I apologise, again, if my terminology is inaccurate or oversimplified - the art of 'Networking', I am enviously in awe of much of what a telepath might learn to accomplish.&nbsp; An entire group of people, communicating fluently without need for a common tongue or even much of a shared frame of reference... each time I have been privileged to be part of such a network, it has felt truly special."<br><br>"But" - she spread her hands, expression wryly amused - "before I was a psion, I was a student of languages, and of the, ahh, <em>difficulties</em> that hindered understanding between communities and of the problems that arise when understanding breaks down.&nbsp; Some of what telepaths can do - especially those possessed of more than a passing acquaintance with the rudiments of the art - can make my lore and learning seem simultaneously obsolete and newly relevant.&nbsp; Once upon a time, being fluent in half a dozen tongues would have made me a valuable translator: now, a vocoder might grant someone real-time translation of a dozen languages... while a single telepath can grant an entire group of people <em>perfect</em> translation, instantly and between every single one of them.&nbsp; To me, that capacity to bridge distance - even great chasms of cultural divergence - between people, regardless of their origin or even their species... it's quite truly astonishing."<br><br>"I can survive things precious few others could, and can even 'turn into' a VARG by summoning it forth around me.&nbsp; My Aptitude makes me a protector and a scout, and it is in great part those things that made me a favoured selection for this role: the Norça will gladly have me put myself between the crew and danger, to boost the chances of the Odyssey's safety and success.&nbsp; But I also actively <em>sought</em> the opportunity to travel with the ship.&nbsp; This is a chance to see my old calling carried to new horizons.&nbsp; To the <em>stars</em>."<br><br>Petra's latest smile was bashful, and rather sheepish - accompanied by a gentle shrug.<br><br>"All of which is a long-winded academic's build-up to providing an actual <em>answer</em> to your query.&nbsp; Formally, I was selected and am here under orders.&nbsp; But as soon as I heard of the project's existence, I pursued the posting.&nbsp; I would probably have asked to take a sabbatical so that I might seek Aeon's permission to come as a volunteer, if I had not been officially assigned!"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>26-01-2022, 03:31:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/C2kHdWN.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Lysander Colebrand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16087910#msg16087910)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 11 March, 1400<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Inventory, <em>yay~</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The Odyssey resembled a beetle bloated with parasitic wasp larvae, and he, his team, and all their equipment were further inoculations. The Leviathan-C design had always bothered him. He couldn’t remember the name of the designer who drafted such an abomination. Perhaps it was meant to resemble a whale? A beached sea cow pending eruption from the decaying gases inside it.<br><br>The engineer was standing on a metal platform suspended in mid-air above the docking bay. The dark-brown layers of his finger-combed hair were splayed with grease. Beneath brows furrowed in concentration was a black visor with a neon-orange stream of energy dividing them horizontally. They were aimed down at his fingers that tapped upon the air. Orange, blue, and white polygons expanded beneath his finger pads as he clicked through menus of information to the inventory list.<br><br>There was a loud, whir of machinery as an immense metal container floated into the docking bay from the open hatch of a ship. With the inventory list pulled up, Ly regarded the container below. It was going to take supply light years to unload everything for him to document, and he didn’t have time for it. Ly positioned his hands as though they were resting on an invisible keyboard and a glowing, honeycomb expanded beneath his fingers. He then mentally tapped into the ship’s network and flickering into view were three, white ghostly forms of himself. They lacked any promiscuous details and generated a dim glow. The digital phantoms flew toward the container and phased through it before passing through the equipment within. The ghosts made sure to pass through every piece of equipment before they soared over to Ly and entered his body. His mind became filled with the system information of each device, and his fingers became a blur, soundlessly typing upon the keyboard, updating the inventory log.<br><br>So far, nothing had been damaged. They still had to unload it all, and therefore, he didn’t quite take the possibility of damage off the table. They would have to unload it, inspect the equipment visually, and then ensure each piece went to its respective lab. It was going to be a long night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>26-01-2022, 22:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 1400<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting with food<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any - open<br><hr>She headed to the kitchen, working to make up what she'd be needing, then proceeded to box and bucket everything up, put in baskets to carry, and finished off with one last touch... Then she went for a walk to the docking bay, trying to enjoy any meetings she might have along the way, using her superior memory and deductive skills, even like she was, to keep track.<br><br>Down below, waiting on the receiving deck, she had a number of boxes and a basket of fresh fruit. She looked above to the man doing inventory, she gave a little wave, and made a note to later attempt to try and learn his preferences in food. For her, it was part of her way, how she expressed part of her inner nature. <br><br>She had looked up what she could of those arriving, and based on what she could tell of their origins had tried to make something welcoming that might taste of home. Also had a number of cookies, then the last was some more unusual with a soup recreated from a dead civilization 200 parsecs away, and some pastries based on a different xeno-culture elsewhere in the galaxy. But she kept the spices well within the level where an ordinary human should enjoy them safely, assuming no specific allergy or similar impossible to predict reaction, but such was possible even with ordinary terrestrial products.<br><br>Lastly, she had a sign saying "Welcome to your new home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>27-01-2022, 02:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/C2kHdWN.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Lysander Colebrand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16087910#msg16087910)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 11 March, 1400<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends&nbsp; ::)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Sybil<br><hr><br>Out of the corner of his non-existent eyes was a pink blur. For a moment, Ly glanced over to it (even though there was no clear evidence of such action) and noticed that a <em>woman</em> was waving in his direction. The engineer’s fingers ceased moving on the keyboard, causing it to vanish from lack of stimulation. He then turned his head toward her, the orange gleam from the energy line passing across his visor becoming prominent. Was she waving at…he used every muscle in his neck and every neuron in his brain to resist the idiotic action of looking over his other shoulder. Who else was suspended on a platform in the air? She was clearly waving at him—so he thought until he heard a low hum next to his ear.<br><br>Ly’s head snapped over his shoulder to see a massive black eye with a red iris staring at him. It had little panels splayed like dog ears that were keeping it afloat. Ly’s lips pressed into a frown, and the droid’s eye started to flicker before it went out and its ears collapsed. The robot fell out of the sky like a stone, and its owner quickly sprinted to catch it. A man in a Navy-blue jump suit, similar to what Ly was wearing, dove through the air like a wide receiver, caught the droid, and rolled.<br><br>“What the fuck man?” the other engineer cursed. “What did Prosey (Procyon) do to you?”<br><br>“<em>Prosey?</em>” Ly repeated with an arched brow. “You need to keep that space invader (not the alien kind) on a fuckin’ leash. It could have startled me, and I could have fallen to my fuckin’ death. Then the Odyssey would be one engineer down. Great start for a journey that hasn’t even started yet!”<br><br>The other engineer stood, cradling the spherical droid in his arms like a precious item. “Yeah well…” He had a point, but he didn’t need to be a dick about it. “You didn’t…” he muttered weakly. He didn’t have any counter-facts to offer. Scowling down at the droid, he gave it two light slaps and the machine’s eye lit up. It floated out of his arms, turning left and right as though unsure of what happened. “You need to stay close to me boy. There’s apparently an outbreak of deep space assery on this ship.”<br><br>That had been a bad first impression. Oh well, she was bound to see the truth soon enough. Ly was never good at <em>not</em> being himself. He had actually been both bothered and intrigued that she was still there. With a few taps on the air that caused white rings to pulse from beneath his fingers, the metal platform lowered. It first descended like an elevator before drifting a foot above the floor over to the woman. It was upon approach that Ly noticed the <em>Welcome to your new home</em> sign, which caused the corner of his mouth to quirk in a mixture of horror and disgust. As the platform drew closer, he managed to warp his expression into a friendly (<del>forced</del>) grin.<br><br>“Why hello there. Is this a welcome for me? How…<em>sweet</em>,” he had tried to sound not facetious. It was a struggle. The Odyssey was anything but his home. She made it sound like he was going to be on this miserable ship forever! Ly held out his hand for her to shake if she wished. From behind his back, two black spider-like appendages extended from a spine-like rig. At the end of the limbs were slender digits that spread like fingers on a keyboard and resumed the inventory work he had started.<br><br>“I am Petty Officer, Lysander Colebrand. I am one of the poor souls who was selected to keep this ship running. I look forward to getting to know all about you.” And he meant it. They were going to be on a ship for who knew how long. Soon no one would be able to hide anything. He could have probably made it sound less creepy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>27-01-2022, 11:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 1400<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting with food<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lysander - open<br><hr><br>"I'm afraid not exactly. I don't have anything made for you specifically, as I don't know about you and your preferences yet. I am given to understand we should be having a shuttle with the last of the officers on board. That said, there should be more than enough to share, and perhaps you'd enjoy a spice cookie. The special spices used have a pleasant effect on the human brain, usually causing subtle sensations of calm and focus, and along with the sugar content allowing generally a 40% increase in efficiency in mentally driven endeavors over a 4 hour period. I can guarantee that you've never tasted anything quite like it before.<br><br>I'd advise two for you, but no more than that to start. As for myself, I'm Sibyl, one of the people in charge of the hydroponics bay and, unofficially, a skilled but amatuer chef. Most people are not used to extended periods of nomadic living and an initial positive event can help them form a bond with what is effectively going to be their home for the foreseeable future, adding to their ability to change into the new life there."<br><br>She had been looking him over and trying her best to identify his nature based on observations. She'd noticed his confrontation up above, and while she agreed the other was being unsafe, she wanted to get off on the right foot.<br><br>On her own part, she had some small level of discomfort and concern, but was trying to present a positive face for those she met.<br><br>"Considering you seem to be an engineer it's very likely that we'll have to work together to keep everything running. My bay is part of what will allow the ship to stay sustainable in the long run. And that will require my team working with you to make sure the hydroponics stays functioning at it's best. So, in the interest of fostering such a future, might I inquire as to what sorts of foods you prefer in flavor or nature?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>28-01-2022, 15:11:45</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am</span><br><hr><hr><br>The Shuttle engaged it's thrusters in short little bursts as it adjusted itself for final approach on the Odyssey. Carefully adjusting it's precise speed and vector as it matched velocity with the orbiting ship, almost seeming to slow down as it slowly maneuvered closer and closer to the orbiting Leviathan. Until, finally, the massive organic ship was just creepy-- meter by meter- into the main hanger deck. It was a routine enough maneuver, of course, handed by a talented hand and the guidance of no few dedicated systems.<br><br>All of which resulted in the merest slight 'tap' as the shuttle itself slotted into one of the berth's--<br>--at which point the Odyssey's docking mechanisms kicked in, grabbing the ship and moving it into position.<br><br>...after which, everything was still and serene..<br><br>A few people were gathered out in the berth in front of the shuttle. One of them was the ship's XO, Alexander Cole, who had shown up at the shipyard the night before (along with the small skeleton crew assigned to Hydroponics, Navigation, and a few other departments) to oversee the launch of the ship and was not only more than eager to meet his captain... but also nervous about such..<br>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/27/f3/db27f3ef3b9b0a1c647a2824eb9e95a3.jpg)<br>Legionnaire, Officer,-- Veteran of Khataze Lu Ge where he and his unit had racked up an impressive kill count against the Abbies,- 'Alex' was perhaps one of the toughest bastards on Earth and he'd been somewhat annoyed to be pulled off the 'front lines' for a glorified scouting mission. That's how he'd felt right up until he'd gotten out of his briefing with Proxy Solveig Larssen.<br><br>The Australian still wasn't sure if this particular berth was going to be a boring yet important cakewalk or the worst and most desperate flustercuck that he'd ever presided over...<br><br>...but, either way, he was on board..<br><br>With him, at his side even, was the somewhat excitable American who couldn't seem to look away from his minicomp's holographic projection. Jordan Timothy, of the Interstellar School for Research and Advancement, was the Ship's Navigator and Pilot and Alex knew full well just how important this man was. More important than his captain, in some fashions, since he was the one that would allow them to actually travel across the vastness of space.<br><div style="text-align: right;">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3c/51/35/3c51359b90c11769c64923127dcd6707.jpg)</div>Timothy seemed, as was typical for ISRA, a bit of a "head in the clouds" sort... He claimed that he was certified on the sidearm at his waist, and even that he'd used it in combat situation, but Alex had a hard time imagining any ISRAn out in the field-- and even more so, this one in particular,- but at the end of the day that didn't make him any less vital. He'd be making sure that everyone on the Leviathan got in some regular time on the firing range and was hoping he'd be able to talk the Captain into some additional training for the various non-combat personnel.<br><br>He had enough Legionnaire's on board with him to put everyone through a rough impromptu boot camp.<br><br>"Sybil, you have another of those cookies?" Jordan asked the third 'big name' present on the receiving deck at this time.<br><br>...when the "girl from Hydroponics" had first shown up asking about setting up a 'sampler' for the Captain and the various Officers, Alex had been tempted to tell her no and send her back to her department. He'd been about to order exactly that when she'd shoved something into his hand, and he'd eaten it, finding himself reminded of the importance of food to any army. She seemed eccentric, but, if she could improve the quality of the grub served on the Odyssey that much when she was nearly as mission critical as the Clear.<br><br>So, he'd given her permission to do her set-up as long as she didn't get in anyone's way.<br><br>"Stow it, Timothy," Alex commanded, roughly. "Shuttle Doors are opening."<br><br>...and, just like that, the various officer core-- some of their more important personnel,- began to disembark from the shuttle. He recognized some of the figures from his briefing documents. The people that he'd be serving next to for the foreseeable future. Whose dossier's he'd been familiarizing himself with over the past few days. The only person he <em>didn't</em> see, at least for the nonce, was the Chib who was serving as his Captain. Elizabeth Monroe.<br><br>"Be sure to try the cookies!" Jordan, helpfully, supplied to whomever was first off the shuttle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>28-01-2022, 20:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting with food<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any - open<br><hr><br>"Of course I do, Jordan. But would you like the same, or would you like to try another... do you like chocolate and coffee? I have one here that has similarities to that, and I think you'll find will provide a pleasant bit of kick for you."<br><br>She was careful to stay off to the side, and found the XO more than a bit intimidating, not in the least due to the fact that his kind often saw their duty hunting down those like her. Jordan by comparison, she found charming and while wary, due to his own abilities, she also had some curiosity, as she had some talents in similar areas, if more specialized. His guilelessness gave her hope that she might actually find a friend on this trip, even if it was for business.<br><br>Her mentor admitted that a number of problems had been in the nature of the old Terat mindset. Even as they would potentially become, no person could be an island. Only those who gave in completely and became utter monsters could exist without connections, bonds, and working with others. Even those furthest on the path didn't completely renounce such bonds, even if they might limit them.<br><br>Either way, it gave her hope not just in the mission, but in building ties to others that could lead to a brighter future for all.<br><br>"I really should have brought something to drink though, shouldn't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 06:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tyrone Pryk<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Petra Sabio, Any Eavesdroppers<br><hr><br><em>"But having experienced some of what is possible with - and I apologise, again, if my terminology is inaccurate or oversimplified - the art of 'Networking', I am enviously in awe of much of what a telepath might learn to accomplish.&nbsp; An entire group of people, communicating fluently without need for a common tongue or even much of a shared frame of reference... each time I have been privileged to be part of such a network, it has felt truly special."</em><br><br>"Yes, it is a rather impressive capability, even for someone who has used it on numerous times. I gather that you have had the ability for the basics of telepathy for a while, as you seem not to be too unsettled by the intimacy that is involved with such contact. It is nice to meet someone who is not... disturbed to be in the presence of a telepath."<br><br><em>"But before I was a psion, I was a student of languages, and of the, ahh, <em>difficulties</em> that hindered understanding between communities and of the problems that arise when understanding breaks down.&nbsp; Some of what telepaths can do - especially those possessed of more than a passing acquaintance with the rudiments of the art - can make my lore and learning seem simultaneously obsolete and newly relevant.&nbsp; Once upon a time, being fluent in half a dozen tongues would have made me a valuable translator: now, a vocoder might grant someone real-time translation of a dozen languages... while a single telepath can grant an entire group of people <em>perfect</em> translation, instantly and between every single one of them.&nbsp; To me, that capacity to bridge distance - even great chasms of cultural divergence - between people, regardless of their origin or even their species... it's quite truly astonishing."</em><br><br>Both of Tyrone's eyebrows lifted a little at the declaration of Petra regarding the power of communication and the ability for a telepath to bridge the gaps. He wondered if the Ministry, with their foolish narrow focus on just Chinese members, missed out on an excellent recruit. But then, given their outlook, Petra probably would not have been given the chances to excel with her talents. Misogyny was still a problem that was slowly disappearing, but Tyrone wasn't sure if that would ever vanish, or be reduced enough to ensure those who were not men would get the chances that the men seemed to get.<br><br>"That is something that I can fully relate to. As a member of the Office of Semiotics, language and culture are matters of interest. The better you understand both, the better you can deal with others in a constructive manner. A benefit of the telepathy at the levels I can reach is that I am able to to get a lot of the nuances that can be lost even in translation. Mechanical devices have been a great help, but the inflection in the voice is missing from vocoders. But, to know that the other person feels when they speak of something, to know the emotion that is being carried in the voice, without much error, that makes errors even smaller and rarer, in my experience."<br><br><em>"I can survive things precious few others could, and can even 'turn into' a VARG by summoning it forth around me.&nbsp; My Aptitude makes me a protector and a scout, and it is in great part those things that made me a favoured selection for this role: the Norça will gladly have me put myself between the crew and danger, to boost the chances of the Odyssey's safety and success.&nbsp; But I also actively </em>sought<em> the opportunity to travel with the ship.&nbsp; This is a chance to see my old calling carried to new horizons.&nbsp; To the </em>stars<em>."[/color]</em><br><br>"That is quite a shift in life focus. Going from the life of an academic to one of a more dangerous profession must have come as a bit of a shock, and a time of adjustment for you. I will admit, I am fascinated by the ability to use your noetic pattern in such an effective manner. It would come in very useful in emergencies, saving time on getting to it and donning it."<br><br><em>"All of which is a long-winded academic's build-up to providing an actual </em>answer<em> to your query.&nbsp; Formally, I was selected and am here under orders.&nbsp; But as soon as I heard of the project's existence, I pursued the posting.&nbsp; I would probably have asked to take a sabbatical so that I might seek Aeon's permission to come as a volunteer, if I had not been officially assigned!"[/color]</em><br><br>Tyrone shared a smile, one of simple understanding. "I am very used to 'long-winded academics' and their answers. Numerous members of the Office of Semiotics are pure academics with no noetic capabilities. They make up for their perceived shortfall by being very wordy, and at time pedantic, when they make requests and give answers. It is not uncommon to have someone lecture me for upwards of ten minutes for the supposed poor choice of words in my communications." The smile morphed into some akin to a cheeky child's smile. "I will admit to enjoying correcting those lecturers when they do that to me. I am very well versed in the language, as well as four of the major dialects and regional variants. Being able to supply correct definitions and uses, straight from the very sources they were quoting in their defence, is one of my small... sinful pleasures.<br><br>"Do not be concerned about the length of an answer outside of critical events. As long as it delivers the necessary information, then all is fine. I look forward to learning more about you, as well as working with you on this mission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 13:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle about to dock with the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>"I enjoyed the immense privilege of being part of the team working on the Brasilia Arcology."&nbsp; Petra sounded diffidently happy, rather than boastful, as she provided an oblique answer regarding her comfort with mind-to-mind contact.&nbsp; "By far the easiest and most accurate means of communication between the array of humans involved and our Qin collaborators was telepathic networking.&nbsp; I studied the Qin language, too, not least for those moments when one network wanted to quickly convey something to others nearby... but the telepathy provided the sort of..."<br><br>Her voice trailed off, as she sought the right word.<br><br>"The sort of <em>window</em> on another world that would otherwise have been impossible.&nbsp; Even when we stumbled across those rare elements that simply made no sense to one side or the other, the <em>intent</em> was always clear.&nbsp; And even with aliens, so too was almost every bit of communication crystal-clear.&nbsp; I confess that my time on the project left me with lingering hopes of managing to develop Networking capabilities, myself - though I know that anything I <em>were</em> able to achieve in that line would be rather fragile and brief when compared to a genuine telepath, I would still love to have the capacity, myself!"<br><br>"But, ahh, yes.&nbsp; My capabilities largely lie in other fields.&nbsp; One key point of overlap that the Norça swiftly appreciated was my potential as a diplomatic aide or courier.&nbsp; Even without other training, there is a lot to be said for a messenger who can convert a specific item into noetic energy and store it undetectably inside their own signature.&nbsp; I carry my personal biocomp that way, for convenience and security - but I can easily enough bear one carrying diplomatic correspondence or the latest technical specifications from a research laboratory.&nbsp; Or I can stand at the shoulder of an ambassador, providing an old academic's advice... while being able to manifest a VARG or have weaponry appear in my hands the moment an emergency arises."<br><br>"I am speculating, and am very much aware that I might well be wrong... but I suspect that the two of us are intended to work together should any 'contact' situations arise.&nbsp; So far as we know, none of the species out there can detect any details of my 'security' capabilities, even if they have a means of identifying us as psions... and for as long as any situation remains calm I can provide access to an old book-worm's trove of obscure facts and academic theorising, along with a greater comfort with telepathy than most outside the Ministry.&nbsp; While you, it seems, have been trained to put up with long-winded droning from colleagues!"<br><br>"And should things take a turn for the worse, indications thus far are that I can at least expect to significantly <em>slow down</em> anything with hostile intent.&nbsp; After all, to the best of our knowledge, <em>nobody</em> expects a surprise bioVARG."<br><br>It was a weak joke, and probably a less-than-clear reference to the antique humour of Monty Python's Spanish much-copied Inquisition sketch, but her lips curled into a wry smile nonetheless.&nbsp; She was at least <em>trying</em> to lighten the tone, and avoid sounding like someone giving a lecture.<br><br>"But in all seriousness: you <em>do</em> have my sympathy regarding people trying to 'improve' you.&nbsp; I'm not native Sudamerican - not a drop of blood from the continent in my family tree, so far as I know, and I first set foot there as an adult.&nbsp; Some Norça saw those as crippling failings, requiring remedial education at every opportunity.&nbsp; And then... well.&nbsp; My Prometheus experience seems to have been unconventional.&nbsp; My Aptitude is... uneven.&nbsp; Assimilation and the related arts come exceptionally easily; the 'signature' Norça gifts one sees on the holovids do not.&nbsp; At all.&nbsp; There are neophytes still wet from the Chamber who have more actual shapeshifting ability than me.&nbsp; Which has led to a decade and a half of people coming up with bright ideas for 'fixing' me.&nbsp; Part of what the Odyssey offers is a chance to be part of a community where one's competence, rather than those areas others think are lacking, is what is regarded as important.&nbsp; No one here can sensibly expect life to consistently follow the rules or norms of any single Order or organisation: we need to learn about and accept working with each other, rather than demanding that our own assumptions always hold sway...."<br><br>"...or so I <em>assume</em>, in my own arrogance."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 16:26:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/C2kHdWN.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Lysander Colebrand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16087910#msg16087910)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 11 March, 1400<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends&nbsp; ::)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Sybil<br><hr><br>The woman was blunt, and she spoke in a manner that hinted to her inhumanity. Ly’s brows were raised high on his forehead as she recommended “spice cookies” to him. He had never met anyone who made a dessert snack sound like a medicinal prescription. “You don’t say,” he commented—mainly because he realized he hadn’t said anything in response. He honestly didn’t have much to add. No more than two spice cookies? What were they narcotics?<br><br>He <em>seemed</em> to be an engineer. The corner of Ly’s mouth quirked slightly upward in mild annoyance. If she had been a stranger or anyone else, he might had assaulted her with one of his quips, but during their meeting, he wasn’t given any impression that she was a person who deserved it. She was blunt and almost machine-like in her speech.<br><br>“You make an astute observation. I am indeed one of the engineers here.” She was on the hydroponics team. They had some weird, tree-hugging birds over there at times. He was relieved to have met a tolerable one. “You should be able to look me up in the directory if you need anything. I should receive your link from anywhere on the ship.”<br><br>Now things became very strange. She wanted to cook for him? Did she ask this of everyone she met? Ly bowed his head, rested his hands on his hips, and uttered a short hum in thought. He wasn’t expecting to talk about food the moment he arrived on the ship, and his current tasking was keeping him from getting too preoccupied. Lifting his head, he admitted, “I would need some time to think about it. I have numerous tasks to complete. Thank you for <del>trying</del> welcoming me.”<br><br>Unfortunately, not even food could cheer him up about being sent into the void’s asshole on a rocket-powered suppository. “I must return to my duties. Perhaps we can meet again when you or I have a break at some point.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 19:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 14--<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lysander - open<br><hr><br>"Take care, and don't worry, the cookies aren't toxic or anything, but some people have a limited supply of the enzyme needed to digest it, and can lead to some discomfort if they happen to eat too many while being subject to limits of their body."<br><br>She returned to going around, making sure the crew who had a moment were filling their sustenance needs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>16-02-2022, 13:07:32</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9:30<strong>am</strong> (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle about to dock with the Odyssey; then in the Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle; then Sybil, Timothy, the XO and anyone else in the docking bay<br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>~~Left open for further conversation with Pryk~~</em></div><br><hr><br>When the shuttle settled into place aboard the Odyssey, Petra made sure to delay her own disembarkation - fulfilling what she saw as the role of a senior officer, hanging around till the end in case anyone had (or created) any issues, before venturing out into the docking bay.&nbsp; A large pack - suitable for a hiking expedition - was by then in position on her back, her hands holding onto the shoulder-straps as a smile lifted the corners of her mouth.<br><br>She made sure to move a few paces away from the shuttle, to get out of the way of the technical and flight crews, then stood there to drink in the view for several long, happy moments.&nbsp; By the time that she brought her gaze and attention back down to the deck, her smile had broadened quite markedly... and it stayed in place as she spotted the presence of the eye-catchingly pink-haired Sybil and her cookies.&nbsp; But between her and that rather unconventional welcome lay a (probably) rather more formal encounter.<br><br>Advancing towards the XO and his companion, she offered a formal nod of acknowledgement and greeting.<br><br>"Doctor Petra Sabio, diplomacy and hostile environment analyst," she provided by way of introduction - confident that the Legionairre, at the least, would have received some advanced warning on quite <em>how</em> hostile and varied the 'environments' she could be sent to 'analyse' really were.&nbsp; The man with the ISRAn symbol on his flight gear, meanwhile, might already have sensed the presence of the cryals she carried in her bag.&nbsp; They were, after all, one of the ways in which she coud provide detailed 'reports' on whatever she might experience or want to suggest.<br><br>"I look forward to working with you both."&nbsp; She meant it, too, though she couldn't resist flashing a grin to Sybil and her baked goods.&nbsp; "<em>And</em> I look forward to sampling those."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>17-02-2022, 18:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3c/51/35/3c51359b90c11769c64923127dcd6707.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jordan Timothy<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> the Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting folk!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>"I can tell you and I are going to be good friends," Jordan said, smiling over at Sybil as he took the offered treat that she had handed him over. "You should have seen the stuff they called 'coffee' on my last trip, it was not in any fashion worthy of the name, though I'm told Engineering found it suitable for no number of various ship-board tasks. I tried sharing the secret with a friend of mine from the 'tek, but, apparently the Prexy didn't think it was particularly marketable. I think I have a small sample stowed in my gear though if you wanna take a look. Or, you know, if you need something to help strip away rust and paint."<br><br>The ISRA'n was a fun friendly individual, as American as they came and some part of him understood that meant that he was... loud, boisterous, fond of hearing himself talk and-- well, he <em>didn't</em> much like guns, though he had one at his waist none the less. And, just like he'd told the XO, he <em>had</em> used it before.<br><br>"...or deal with a rodent problem.."<br><br>Most of the people that got off the shuttle first were, well, not too eager for chit chat and none of them were the person that Jordan himself was looking for. He just gave them smiles, quick greetings, helped them over to Sybil's food stand-- making suggestions for what they might like,- and otherwise made himself busy while waiting. The XO seemed to be doing mostly the same thing, just, more gruffly and without the benefit of the chocolate-and-coffee that he'd been bribed with.<br><br>(<em>Bribery Attempt: Successful.</em>)<br><br>Then, well, someone whom he did recognize finally made their way out of the shuttle. Recognize, not 'know,' mind you. Jordan had looked over Petra's personnel files, was passingly familiar with some of her past exploits, and had a vague premonotion that she would be important to their mission...? But, this was their first face to face meeting. Plus, well, he got the feeling that-- she was carrying something very very interesting with her at this moment,-<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Dr. Sabio. I'm Lt. Jordan Timothy, Proteous Division Pilot,-- Leviathan Navigator,- and ISRA," he says, smiling. Just in case the various patches on his uniform didn't give all that way. "You're more than welcome to call me Jordan, though, everyone does. I don't recommend calling the XO 'Alex', tho, just for your information."<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/27/f3/db27f3ef3b9b0a1c647a2824eb9e95a3.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Cole<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> the Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting folk!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>"A bit early for a first name basis, yes," the XO notes, trying not to less any of his amusement at Jordan and Sybil's antics show. "I've read your file, Dr. Sabio, a pleasure to have you on board. I'd have liked to have someone like you with my squad back on the Kat, honestly. I imagine that 'VARG out of nowhere' trick is... very fun.."<br><br>He can't help but chuckle a bit.<br><br>"You haven't seen the Captain, have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>18-02-2022, 07:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan, Petra, Any - open<br><hr><br>She comes up towards Petra with her basket of treats. "You seem like you've had a rough start to the day, hmm, maybe not cookies..." She pulls a thermos from her side and pours out a small cup of steaming soup. "Very hearty, delicious, and will provide an above average number of difficult to get nutrients while staying well within the safe range. I'm Sybil, in charge of hydroponics officially, and unofficially, general cooking and such." She also provides some cookies. <br><br>"I hope we can develop a wonderful working relationship togetther. While it might be of necessity that we're together, no reason to not try to take what joys we can in the journey, wouldn't you agree?" She pulls in close to Petra and whispers. "Are you able to adapt your body to difficult circumstances? If so, I MIGHT have some things of interest for you later when you have free time. I have a few recipes I've been working on that are... difficult for most people to safely digest, and I could really use the taste buds of someone able to safely consume. It's a bit of my passion, but I don't want anyone harmed."<br><br>Stepping back, "Anyways, I hope that I can offer similar succor to the other officers coming in. I hope they're all as pleasant as Jordan here. Also, I am sure I could find some use for that... coffee related substance."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>18-02-2022, 13:16:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9:30am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sybil, Timothy, the XO and anyone else in the docking bay<br><hr><br>Clearly pleased by the welcome she received, Petra offered the pilot a laugh and a warm smile.&nbsp; "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jordan," she assured the American, meeting his gaze to emphasise the statement, before focusing most of her attention upon his older companion.<br><br>"Sir."&nbsp; There was markedly more formality in both tone and posture, though she offered the XO a relaxed smile as well, to go with her polite nod of acknowledgement.&nbsp; "Captain Harris is still aboard the shuttle, I believe.&nbsp; We spent some time in conversation during the flight here, but parted before docking began.&nbsp; I suspect that she might be keen to make sure that everyone else gets safely aboard the Odyssey before she joins us."<br><br><em>First off the transport in dangerous situations, last off in safe ones</em> was a style of command that made sense to the Norça, though it might at times be somewhat less wise for members of more fragile orders...<br><br>Then Sybil was whispering to her - and earning a swift, wry smile of her own.&nbsp; "I'm told that I could go skinny-dipping in the atmosphere of Venus - though I've never tried it!&nbsp; Anything you can prepare here, I'd be happy to sample."&nbsp; As she murmured her response, the last couple of inches of her raven's-wing hair shifted to match Sybil's own colouring, as if it had been neatly dipped in dye.&nbsp; "I can adapt, I promise."<br><br>Looking back to Cole, she inclined her head.&nbsp; "Averiguas is the only interstellar posting I have had before now," she said softly&nbsp; "I am told that I could indeed be useful on an Aberrant battlefield, though...."<br><br>For a moment she hesitated, before forging ahead.&nbsp; "I apologise for turning the conversation to a serious topic, but I am keen to help all the senior staff - especially those with direct responsibility for security - to gain some understanding of what I can be expected to cope with, and in what circumstances.&nbsp; I was wondering if a demonstration in a safe-fire zone might be appropriate in the near future.&nbsp; <em>Not</em> for me to beat people up, though I <em>am</em> happy to provide assistance with training; instead, I was thinking that a demonstation of what I can cope with myself might prove enlightening.&nbsp; Both with regard to my own capabilities, and as an indicaton of a small portion of what can be done with the starting point of a human baseline.&nbsp; For those who have not faced Aberrant combat, it might provide at least a glimpse of some of the possibilities."<br><br>"But I really do apologise for changing the tone of the conversation.&nbsp; I am, I confess, a little nervous, and very much want to be an asset.&nbsp; Though I fear that I might be a rather less popular and more unsettling one than our provider of baked wonders!"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>marauder13</strong> on <strong>23-02-2022, 05:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tyrone Pryk<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Petra Sabio, Any Eavesdroppers<br><hr><br><em>"...or so I </em>assume<em>, in my own arrogance."</em><br><br>Tyrone nodded solemnly as Petra spoke, listening intently to all she said. Her ending brought a bright smile to his face.<br><br>"If that is arrogance, then it is the kind that I would like to see more of.<br><br>"I am glad to know there is someone else on this mission who has had experience in dealing with Aliens. I also have had some experience, but it was a little different to you. Firstly, this was as close to a first contact as I have been able to determine with a species that used a totally different medium of communication to humans and even Qin. There was nothing we could expect to be the same, as frames of reference were completely different to anything we were used to. Add to that, the subjects, the Chromatics, were not the most eager to communicate with us. It was exciting, depressing, frustrating and elating all in one. Of course, the military commanders were very one tracked in their desires, and it took a lot of effort on our part to get them to allow us the freedom to get the results they wanted. Ultimately, it was a very rewarding experience, one that my superiors were somewhat surprised at my success.<br><br>"So, it comes as no surprise that I was assigned to the mission, in case of further contacts with other species we have yet to encounter. Having a fellow mission specialist with some experience with Alien intelligences will be of great benefit. Add to that your specific... talents, you will be of great help when dealing with others."<br><br>Tyrone felt the minor shifting in the 'feel' of the shuttle that he assumed was a minor correction prior to docking with the ship that would be their home for the foreseeable future. He gave Petra one last warm smile before he stood up.<br><br>"It has been a pleasure speaking with you. In time, we will be able to use our mutual talent without my looking like I have eaten a prune like I did when you made your last attempt. I need to get back to my seat, and make sure that I have everything I brought aboard." He politely bowed to her, then made his way back to the seat he had occupied for most of the flight.<br><br><em>'It is quite refreshing to speak to someone who is not paranoid that I am trying to plumb their mind the moment I lay eyes on them. Also, I think it will be quite a learning experience to get a better understanding of her abilities in manipulating her form. As well as her seemingly unique ability to store items within her pattern.'</em><br><br>The remainder of the flight was spent in silence, eyes closed as he worked through a puzzle or two mentally until he felt the shuttle come to a complete stop. He casually opened his eyes to watch the other passengers go through their disembarkation. When Petra eased her way through the door, Tyrone stood up and grabbed the small case that sat beside his seat. Most of his possessions were in a larger container along with all the standard equipment and gear that the Ministry sent on such missions.<br><br>Once out the shuttle, Tyrone strengthened his mental shields to compensate for the increased number of minds about, and the noise they generally created when active. Confident that he would not overhear anything, and no one would easily get into his own mind, he took a step or two further from the ship, careful not to interrupt any existing conversations. Two men nearby carried air of authority, one more than the other. Their exchange was enough to fill in the gaps enough to have a better idea of who he was going to be dealing with.<br><br><em>'Alex. Alexander Cole, Executive Officer. Legionnaire. Which one I can't remember. That is rather lax of me. Nothing that can be done now. The other is the pilot.'</em> Tyrone almost nodded to himself as he completed his thoughts. <em>'The other woman is not known to me, yet.'</em><br><br>He approached Alexander, pausing a polite distance to let the man know he was waiting politely to speak, but not to barge in unwelcome. When the XO made it clear he free, Tyrone took the final few steps closer. He placed both hands together in front of his body then bowed politely.<br><br>"Coadjutor Tyrone <em>Pree</em>, Office of Semiotics. I am here to supply translation services, as well as some support to the Medical services in the area of Mental Health, if desired. If there is anything you need of me at this time, please let me know. Otherwise, I will await further instructions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>24-02-2022, 14:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/27/f3/db27f3ef3b9b0a1c647a2824eb9e95a3.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Cole<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> the Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting folk!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>Alex just nodded when informed of the Captain's whereabouts,-- still on the shuttle, taking care of something that had popped up at the last minute? It was too early to really draw any kind of conclusions from that, for all that the Legionnaire very much wanted a chance to get his own feel for the woman whom he only knew about second-hand. If nothing else, meeting Petra was a good follow-up in terms of people that he needed to get the measure of, given that she was basically in charge of the Norça presence aboard the Odyssey.<br><br>"A demonstration could be interesting, I had some thoughts along... similar lines.." Alex noted, effectively brushing off the 'apologizing' comment. If Petra wanted to move right along to weighty matters that spoke well of her and he could follow suit. "Our mission parameters are fluid enough, and the places where I'm expecting us to be sent enough of an unknown-unknown, that I think it'll do the Odyssey's crew well to set up some rudimentary training. Just to establish shared expectations if nothing else. I imagine I could have your support for that?"<br><br>Jordan choose that point to go ahead and butt in, adding, "Mine as well, for what its worth, though we'll need to go through some of your assumptions with regard to this training."<br><br>"I'll admit," Alex said, a tiny bit of humor in his head. "Most of my mental landscape for this is... well, abbreviated boot camp.. but I've been military since I was in diapers."<br><br>"Proteus has some Literature on this sort of thing," Jordan noted. "What about the Nihonjin contingent, Sybil? You think they'll be up for this kind of training? I understand they're probably the most civilian contingent."<br><br>While the conversation shifted off in that direction, Alexander took notice of the Ministry Official that had gotten off the ship just a bit behind Petra. He wasn't, immediately, sure who exactly this was...? The Ministry had sent some paperwork about who they were sending, <em>eventually</em>, but he hadn't really gotten a chance to digest it all. Once acknowledged, though, the telepath pressed forward and introduced himself and explained who exactly he was.<br><br>The Communication Specialist-- Alexander remembered now,-<br><br>Some experience during the Invasion of Chrome Prime.<br><br>"Welcome aboard, Pree," Alex noted. "Good to have you. I'm glad that the Ministry sent us someone of your caliber for this mission. As for instructions? That'll have to wait for the captain,--"<br><br>---well,-<br><br>Speak of the Devil.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:13am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Approach to the Ship<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any aboard the shuttle - open<br><hr><br>Captain Ashley Harris-- Elizabeth,- looked ever so slightly distracted as she made her way off the shuttle...<br><br>...though not so distracted that she didn't take notice of the small gathering of Officers taking shape around what looked like an impromptu food-cart. Petra, Tyrone, the Legionnaire that was serving as her second, the Leviathan's Pilot whom she'd already had the pleasure of meeting, and, well, someone whom she didn't recognize off-handedly. A few other people, already having taken their lead of the Shuttle, were scattered here and there about the flight deck--<br><br>--and, most likely, crew about various tasks as well.<br><br>"Captain."<br><br>The voice was crisp and strict, belonging to old bitten Legionnaire that had obviously been waiting for her. Elizabeth greeted that sentiment with a slight nod, gathering her attention back and giving some of it to this man that was so close to her in the chain of command. Someone whom she'd have to get along with.<br><br>"Alexander Cole. I was hoping to run into you," she said, sparing him a small smile.<br><br>He just nodded, "I'd wanted to have a sit down with you, once you were aboard, as well, Ma'am."<br><br>She had a vague feeling that her first thought of a reply, 'sorry to keep you waiting,' was perhaps not the best foot to get off on. There was nothing optional about her little delay, either, so it wasn't like she'd been the last off the ship for no reason or actively avoiding this particular confrontation. "Mmhmm, probably for the best, I have a few things to go over with you. So, if I might ask?"<br><br>"...the food cart..?" Alexander asks, grinning a bit.<br><br>Elizabeth just nods.<br><br>"Allow me to introduce Ms. Sybil, she's on our hydroponics team and has been sharing some of her fine produce with the various Officer Core," Alex notes, seeming amused and proud when he does so. "She's with the Nihonjin Contingent. I'll tell you right now, it's some fairly quality stuff, she and her people have really outdone themselves."<br><br>The Captain raises a brow, moving over toward Sybil and basically miming-- 'well, hit me with something,-' knowing full well just how important "eating" was going to be for their expedition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>01-03-2022, 08:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan, Petra, Any - open<br><hr><br>"I think they'll be willing, if perhaps a bit undesiring of such training. I'd be lying if I said I don't understand it." She stops and looks at the captain, and then offers a selection of cookies, two frosted. Because after a long trip, very likely their blood sugar is lower.<br><br>"I hope they're to your taste. I was a bit busy and didn't have time for a full selection, nor actual full meals if need be. This will have to do for the moment I'm afraid." She's trying to make sure everyone is taken care of, though she is a bit more hesitant around Alexander. He is a bit too... rigid for her comfort. And honestly, the training seemed... well, she might be more relaxed if she were in her natural state, but even then, she was no warrior, but sought to understand the mysteries of the universe.<br><br>Similarly, she was unsure about the new man, he seemed... couldn't quite put her finger on it. Like he didn't know what was going on here. Even she understood the importance of the mission, possibly more than most. It bothered her that they wouldn't fill in their member on this trip considering the desire to prepare.<br><br>She carefully and hiding it slips a few more cookies to the pilot... she likes him, and he's been trying to help her. But he liked her food, and that's an easy way to get on her good side.<br><br>Petra she felt curious about, since she seemed similar to the man she had been working with in hydroponics in her abilities. It fascinated her how they didn't see this altering of their forms as akin to their lost brethren, though, considering the bad actors among them, she couldn't fully blame them. I mean, Petra seemed far more lethal than she'd ever be. I mean, she could turn her thoughts towards building some sort of weapon, but it didn't much interest her. Though, something maybe to consider in the future, if the dangers increased steadily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>01-03-2022, 11:01:20</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9:30am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> First contact aboard the ship; a self-conscious nerd<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone!<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>Petra had hoped that her little trick with the hair would at least raise a <em>smile</em> from Sybil.&nbsp; Usually, when she mirrored someone's exotic choice of dye they seemed flattered... but perhaps she was merely starting to show - as well as feel - her true (grandmotherly) age, and she had almost certainly quite thoroughly spoiled any glimmer of a favourable impression by not only turning conversation to more serious (and violent) matters but also by prompting the XO to volunteer Sybil and her colleagues for 'boot camp'.<br><br>Sometimes books were so much easier to deal with than people....<br><br>Feeling rather abashed, but determinedly refusing to let her body betray her with so much as the hint of a blush, she meekly nibbled at a cookie while listening to the others.&nbsp; The lack of anything 'hostile' in the ingredients meant that her automatic responses were not triggered - and she was free to simply appreciate the flavour.&nbsp; And it certainly did seem to merit appreciative consideration, resulting in her shooting a markedly grateful look to its creator.<br><br>Still, she kept her ears open to the conversation, and offered an encouraging nod.<br><br>"I can certainly provide assistance with training," she said quietly.&nbsp; "Mundanely, for the most part, in my case.&nbsp; Though I would love to see what some of the other Orders could bring to bear."&nbsp; Jordan received a particular nod there, her thoughts flickering over tales of precognitive talents being turned to decision-making in combat, and clairsentience highlighting important details that might otherwise be missed in a chaotic situation....<br><br>"I'm no expert in providing physical education, but I could certainly supervise and help to guide people through a programme designed by someone more proficient - and there's little concern over my becoming tired.&nbsp; But I think that it might be wise to, ahh, restrict the audience for a demonstration of why I should stand between the crew and most threats, when possible."<br><br>"In part, I'm keen to emphasise that my survival capabilities are unusual even for the Norça.&nbsp; Most of our order are still profoundly <em>vulnerable</em> in the same ways as everyone else aboard, and I don't want anyone to think that it's 'safe' to pull pranks on the others.&nbsp; <strong>I</strong> could cope with being in a depressurised airlock or 'falling' down stairs as easily as I could cope with being directed to pick up a hot pan in my bare hands, but I'm anxious to restrict the notion of '<em>she can cope with it</em>' to myself personally.&nbsp; Strange though their abilities might be, we do need people to think of the Norça as human.&nbsp; Very few of us routinely operate with things like decentralised or back-up organs: most of my colleagues get hurt - and could benefit from fitness training - as easily as anyone else."<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>10-03-2022, 11:45:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan, Petra, Any - open<br><hr><br>"That's very interesting, I wouldn't have thought any capable of surviving such extreme conditions, or having so many body types that differ from what would be considered the human norm." She pauses, then offers some brownie like sweets from a tin hidden away to Petra. "Perhaps we can discuss such more at a later date when all are more settled in before the mission starts? I would love to hear more about such things. Though I won't deny, I wouldn't look forward much to combat style training. I am a believer that is a failure if things get that to point in most cases, though I realize some beings can't be reasoned with no matter how much you might want to."<br><br>She was running through the possibilities in her head, trying to accurately predict a number of things for the future, but couldn't do so as well as she was used to, due to limiting herself to mere humanity currently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>14-03-2022, 13:48:25</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:40am</span><br><hr><hr><br>"Please, don't apologize," the Captain said, even as she-- quite confidently,- reaches out to take one of the frosted 'cookies'...<br><br>...the attention on her as she samples it is somewhat uncomfortable, and thankfully, she is somewhat 'grateful' when Petra shifts the situation away from 'does the Captain like the cookie' and toward the topic of-- apparently Alexander had mentioned something about additional training? That said, as it turns out, though it's a bit overly sweet for her taste...? Elizabeth <em>does</em> like the cookie. It tastes, well, <em>good</em> and before long she's managed to finish it off.<br><br>Offers of a second cookie are politely rejected,--<br>--she isn't a huge "sweet tooth" person, and really, the first cookie had been more than enough for now.<br><br>"...I'm afraid I can't say 'just like Mother used to make,' but, that was a good cookie," Elizabeth finally notes, during a slight lull in the conversation. Giving Tyrone Pree, who seemed to have deferred to the Captain's presence with a few moments of silence, a slim little smile even as she gathered the attention back to herself. "Now what's this about training?"<br><br>It's a bit of Slack that Alexander picks up without much delay.<br><br>"I was asking Sybil how she thought our Nihonjin contingent would react to a bit of a training regiment," the Australian notes. "'Boot Camp', I've been thinking of it in my head, as a rough concept. I know this is primarily a peaceful mission but--"<br><br>"--our orders are quite clear that not intended to start any trouble out of the vastness of space as we're exploring it, but, also that we're not to sit on our hands if we should run into any," Elizabeth notes, running through the basic idea pretty instantly. "In that regard, some 'brush up' training for our civilian contingent wouldn't be a bad idea, though I'd definitely not recommend calling it Boot Camp. I'd suggest delegation, as well, as your own plate will be rather full."<br><br>Alexander nodded, seeming-- appeased, and impressed,- "I hadn't intended to organize it myself, exactly, and nor did I intend to <em>actually</em> call it Boot Camp."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>15-03-2022, 05:28:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:30am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan, Petra, Any - open<br><hr><br>"Maybe this is a bad idea, but perhaps I could help someone with it, as while my duties are important, they probably require less constant of my time, perhaps with someone who excels in the defensive arts?" She glances at Petra, hoping that this might give her a chance to make an ally and friend here.<br><br>"Honestly, if given some time, I MIGHT be able to prepare self-defense style weapons that will likely aid in making an aggressor less capable, or even back off in surprise. Though, I would want some time to test out such things to make sure they have the most widely applicable to the likely biologies we will encounter out there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrownedSun</strong> on <strong>15-03-2022, 06:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/27/f3/db27f3ef3b9b0a1c647a2824eb9e95a3.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Cole<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:40am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> the Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting folk!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any (esp. Officers) - open<br><hr><br>"I was thinking someone with more-- traditional- experience with these matters," Alexander admits, following Sybil's volunteering, "...but far from it for the Legions to look askance at offers of help from our allies. Still, I'd want to put one of my subordinates in that little field team, just to make sure we have *all* of the basics covered."<br><br>"Sounds like something approaching a plan, then," the Captain chimed in, seeming glad that things were resolving.<br><br>The Navigator, Jordan Timothy, also chose this precise moment to chime in. Simply noting, "I'd ask to chip my head in there, too, like I said-- trained Proteus operative here,- but my playing field is a bit crowded at the moment... speaking of, honestly, I'm <em>surprised</em> that she hasn't introduced herself yet... she must be shy? Odyssey? Are you there???"<br><br>A tiny somewhat high-pitched shy voice originates from--<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">somewhere nearby</span><br><br>--somewhat abashedly noting, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"...I'm here, yes, sorry. Paying attention. Reporting for duty. Mmhmm. All of that.</span> <em>Welcome aboard, Captain.</em>"<br><br>It's not <em>immediately</em> obviously <strong>where</strong> the voice is coming from however. Or, well, who exactly it belongs to?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haren</strong> on <strong>15-03-2022, 19:45:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> "Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 11th, 9:40am GMT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Odyssey Docking Bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making friends.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jordan, Petra, Any - open<br><hr><br>"Wait, are you the ship? It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you have any needs I can help with? I'd love to discuss with you things, if it's not incredibly draining. I am particularly curious about your experiences of your senses. I mean, how we understand the universe is always through the lense of how we can sense it. This doesn't change even if one develops more eldritch seeming senses. But not just how we sense the world outside us, but within us. I hope you don't mind me asking."<br><br>She seems almost giddy to meet such a lifeform quite different, but while still focused on the other things being discussed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Trinity: Voyage of the Odyssey] The Odyssey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>15-03-2022, 20:02:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9:30am (GMT)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Odyssey's docking bay<br><strong>Content:</strong> First contact aboard the ship; a self-conscious nerd<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone - including the Odyssey!<br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><br>"I'd be happy to.&nbsp; And thank you.&nbsp; I might also say that I agree, regarding violence tending to be a very poor option," Petra murmured to Sybil upon being offered a brownie from the concealed tin - offering it a look of marked curiosity before nibbling delicately.&nbsp; Not that she was concerned about its ingredients - merely keen to carefully assess the flavour.<br><br>The conversation flowed on as she sampled Sybil's creation, before she found herself arching a brow at the pilot... then blinking in surprise at, well, the <em>ship</em> as a whole.<br><br>A swift check with her (minor) telepathic abilities attempted to determine whether there was indeed a sentient mind all around her now, or if the actual sentience might be rather more remote.&nbsp; Of course, if the 'mind' were wholly within the hard-tech side of the Odyssey's systems, she doubted that she would be able to sense it at all - but was it even possible that Orgotek would have kept secret the creation of an artificial intelligence?&nbsp; Perhaps, given their success in hiding such things as the original jumpship program....<br><br>"Ahhh... hello.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you," she said quietly.<br></div></div>
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