MSNPC Nysari - L:aying in Wait.
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solarismclaren
May 5, 2026, 6:36:33 PM (5 days ago) May 5
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( Orion Marauder Corsair - Bridge ))
The doors to the bridge opened and no one turned to look as the ship mistress strode onto the bridge. A ruby red cloak trailed behind her, contrasting against her green skin. Heels clicked on the deck plating as she circled the bridge watching each of the members of her crew at work.
Nysari: Status?
Crewmember: The ship is functioning within norms, ship mistress. :: He turned to risk a glance at Nysari. :: Our cloak is holding... but the engineer reports difficulties integrating it fully.
She cast a glance at the crew member, eyes narrowing.
Nysari: Tell him to get it done... or he'll very quickly find his way off this ship... and he'll be very cold as he does.
The crew member nodded hastily, returning their eyes to their console. Another turned to look at her.
Crewmember: Ship mistress, a ship just dropped out of warp. Looks like a merchant vessel.
Nysari: Have the made a move for the planet?
Crewmember: No, ship mistress. They have made no move of any kind.
Nysari nodded simply. If they went for the planet, her mines would put an end to them. And if those didn't... her ship would.
Nysari: Watch them... we will only make ourselves known if needed.
The crewmember nodded smartly, and turned back to the console.
Nysari finally took her seat in the center of the bridge and gazed at the view screen. She tapped a control on the arm of her chair, and opened a secure comm channel to the planet. Even through their cloak it wouldn't be detectable.
Nysari: =/\= My love... another ship has arrived... they have made no moves yet. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
Nysari: =/\= I shall deal with them swiftly if they attempt to land on the planet. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
She laughed heartily.
Nysari: =/\= Yes my love.... we'll continue to spread your lovely creations. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
The doors to the bridge opened and no one turned to look as the ship mistress strode onto the bridge. A ruby red cloak trailed behind her, contrasting against her green skin. Heels clicked on the deck plating as she circled the bridge watching each of the members of her crew at work.
Nysari: Status?
Crewmember: The ship is functioning within norms, ship mistress. :: He turned to risk a glance at Nysari. :: Our cloak is holding... but the engineer reports difficulties integrating it fully.
She cast a glance at the crew member, eyes narrowing.
Nysari: Tell him to get it done... or he'll very quickly find his way off this ship... and he'll be very cold as he does.
The crew member nodded hastily, returning their eyes to their console. Another turned to look at her.
Crewmember: Ship mistress, a ship just dropped out of warp. Looks like a merchant vessel.
Nysari: Have the made a move for the planet?
Crewmember: No, ship mistress. They have made no move of any kind.
Nysari nodded simply. If they went for the planet, her mines would put an end to them. And if those didn't... her ship would.
Nysari: Watch them... we will only make ourselves known if needed.
The crewmember nodded smartly, and turned back to the console.
Nysari finally took her seat in the center of the bridge and gazed at the view screen. She tapped a control on the arm of her chair, and opened a secure comm channel to the planet. Even through their cloak it wouldn't be detectable.
Nysari: =/\= My love... another ship has arrived... they have made no moves yet. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
Nysari: =/\= I shall deal with them swiftly if they attempt to land on the planet. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
She laughed heartily.
Nysari: =/\= Yes my love.... we'll continue to spread your lovely creations. =/\=
Reence: =/\= Response?
(( OOC: Seems like the group ate this one... see if it does it again. ))
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Nysari
Ship Mistress
Orion Marauder 'Corsair'
Ship Mistress
Orion Marauder 'Corsair'
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