Making Some Noise

Posted on Tue Aug 4th, 2020 @ 1:56am by Lieutenant Commander Whistela Au’rel

Mission: In The Beginning...
Timeline: Current

ON

=Counseling Office=

"Cum'puta begin recording. Well I've had one hell'va boring first day. There is letrally, no one here. It's a ghost crew of maybe half, if were lucky. My stoff has yet to arrive. As you can see, I'm decorating myself. A few homie touches. Then off to try one of these holodeck programs Lt. Lorenzo left me."

=Holodeck 2=

Lorenzo's program was called Slayers. It was based off a fantasy T.V. show back in the old days. There was a gentle breeze flowing through her hair and the cloak followed suit. Hard as she tried, she found the most modest outfit she could. She promised she'd replicate one from the specs shown in the program. A promise she now wishes she hadn't made. She felt a little ridiculous actually but, she received so many admiring complements. *She rolled her eyes* {Gezz, I wonder why? No, really? Damit Lorenzo. It was a setup, so obvious now.}

As she stood atop of a hill over looking the sea. She decided to look at the Spell book or manual that she was given to run the program. * She started to read through skimming from chapter to chapter. "No, harm ever came from reading a book," she muttered off.

"Ah, Page 77. Spell incantations." She turned to find the list. Browsing as though it were a song play list. "Oh, this looks interesting. Dragon Slave. Do not use ever." She looked up puzzled. "Why the hell not? It's a dam Holodeck with safety protocols. That boy lost his dam mind. Dragon Slave it is," She trailed off.

*She spread her feet shoulders with apart and made sure her hood was atop her head.* She truly look sexy and menacing all at the same time. The dark leather was at least breathable. The cloaked hood black as night. The boots back and shinny but, she wasn't a fan of the white provocative top. She thought it showed too much.

{Now, to the work at hand}, she thought. "Here goes...Power beyond night...No, No that's not it at all. *she signed* Power beyond twilight, crimson beyond blood that flows. *The wind began to pick up swiftly* Buried in the stream of time is where your power grows. *Talla's eyes grew wider. It was as if she was being picked up by a tornado.* I pledge myself to conquer all fools who stand against the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand."

The spell was instantaneous and incredibly destructive at best. About 100 ft. from her was he epicenter of the explosion. One that literally launched her an untold distance as the explosion went off. It was as if she was at the epicenter of quantum torpedo barrage on acid. If it were not for the safety protocols, she surly would've sustained sever injuries. The explosion while softened by the ships computer still rocked the ship. It scared the daylights out of her. "Jaysus Chist!!" *as she flew backwards.*

She eventually, caught her breath and lifted her head up to scan the remaining charred landscape. She noticed the huge crater. {Oh, Boy}, she thought. She could hear the klaxon going off. Over the intercom she heard four distinct bells go off. Ding, Ding...*please no, don't be.* Ding, Ding. "Captain USS Wayfarer arriving," the computer let out. *Her head fell in shame* "Not, nope, Not a good first impression at all," she muttered, as she shook her head.

*She held herself up while still on her back* "Oh, Frack," she moaned. "This will be fun to explain for sure." As she giggled to herself. "I swear, I'm killing you Tony!" The fell back onto the grass.

OFF

LCDR. Whistela Au'rel
Ships Counselor
USS Wayfarer