Even captains need their moments of rest and relaxation. Kirk had retreated to the Sensoriums to try and catch his breath and ease some of the tension from the past few months. This ship was draining, sometimes in the extreme. Not for the first time he missed Enterprise. She had been his ship, for better or for worse and now that she was gone, he ( Read more... )

His face feels like a raw steak. From what he'd seen in his reflection, 'hamburger' might be a better description. It's not the worst of the pain in his body, compared to the broken ribs that feel like ground glass whenever he breathes, but it's the most visible. If it were just the pain, he could handle it, but he's drained, physically and ( Read more... )

Deadly phantoms are attacking the ship, nightmares are turning into daymares, and people are being caught by the Nightmare King's traps even when they're awake. The captain has put the ship on red alert and called together the Magical Department, the Security teams, and the bridge crew.

The Daligig have directed the crew towards two archives that ( Read more... )

Ahava had spent a lot of time preparing for this, even going so far as to get to the sensoriums early, despite her sore ankle, to make sure everything was exactly how she wanted it to be. Querl’s nightmare had painted an extremely vivid image in her mind and suggested a deep longing that she wondered if he was even really aware of. But even if the ( Read more... )

The crew will see them slinking off, disappearing around hallways--shifting shadow shapes and the backs of heads ducking around corners. They're always people they think they know. Dead loved ones, perhaps, or loved ones they're not sure are dead or alive. They lead crew members into dangerous places, sudden drops, parts of Stacy where things can ( Read more... )

Leaning back in his chair, Apollo stretches while giving out a loud yawn. He'd holed himself up in the Sensoriums, leaving the entrance open in case someone really wanted to use them, for a few hours. A large stack of paper was in front of him, and the table and floor around him was littered with various bits of crumpled... No, folded paper. Paper ( Read more... )

Getting around the ship, well, that's doable for a mouse. A bit of a trek, maybe, even on the small scale that is the ship's living quarters level (he hasn't even tried to go elsewhere), but Caelestine can manage it. He is one of the Guard, after all. But there's one difficulty ( Read more... )

An angel in the sensoriums?  Not a sight one will ever likely see again ( Read more... )

Reaching their destination, Ahava made sure to settle Muraki on one of the weirdly organic beds before stepping back and waving her hand loosely to indicate the rest of the room. "And this," she said calmly, "is the Medical Bay ( Read more... )

Wolfwood had made the call over the omnicomm. However, he received a far larger audience than expected. He had no idea of how people were even possibly looking for faith after Daimon's admonishions, so the crowd disturbed him a bit. He pushed ahead anyway.

"Well, here I go." He started, picking and chosing his word carefully. "In these harsh times ( Read more... )