Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Aurora Attn: Stark and Orvos

Posted by Christopher Bennett in Side Sim: Aurora Attn: Stark and Orvos
It was cold, the metal deck plating in which Orvos and Stark woke too. The room was dimly light and there was a strong smell of burnt electronics and fried circuits. Suddenly, as they both regained consciousness, the floor shook violently, causing Orvos and Stark to roll uncontrollably. Debris fell from the ceiling and, somewhere in the room, something exploded, sending bright sparks and shrapnel into the air. More smoke filled the air, causing both of them to cough as they came to their senses.

Orvos hit something when he rolled, a chair or desk. They both felt bruised, but were otherwise unharmed. Looking up, both of them could see smoke hanging above their head.

“I was wondering when you two would wake up.” Came a voice through the smoke and the haze near the back of the room that they were in.

OCC: You two are on the Aurora, I’ll let you describe the Aurora Tony, I’ll play off of that.

-Side Sim GM.

Stark took his time moving, doing his best to look like he was more incapacitated than he was. As his master had taught him he reached out with all his senses leaving sight to the last, coiling and uncoiling his muscles from top to toe he took stock of his true capacity and what his first move would be if danger presented itself.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Orvos coughed as he came to, the smoke being somewhat unbearable. The cold floor felt almost too familiar to him. His hand found what felt like a chair, maybe, to bring himself to his feet. He blinked, taking in the sight of everything around him. The place was a wreck. But it was a wreck he knew all too well. Had the Aurora come to a state such as this?

He noticed Stark slowly making a rise of himself, and in the dark smoke that filled the bridge, he could see some of the familiar things. He ignored the voice and focused first on his surroundings. His chair lie torn from the floor on its side. The helm seat, directly in front of the command chair, was somewhat intact. Sparks occasionally burst from the control panel. He slowly turned around, noting the various stations on the bridge. Tactical, engineering, science. The tactical and engineering positions were directly behind him, facing the large viewscreen. To the command chair’s right was the science station facing the wall that encased the bridge. The multi-purpose display appeared as another screen behind them all on the rear wall.

What had now come of the Aurora? Was this even his original ship? Something was definitely out of place about their entire experience up to this point. It was as if Kivon had control over many different circumstances. Kivon was by no means a Q. So how had he come to do all of these things? His mind tried working, but was suddenly stopped when he realized he had been ignoring the other person in the room, besides Stark Nightstalker.

Orvos turned to the darkness set behind the layers of smoke that formed almost a strange wall between them. To Stark, Orvos would probably be acting different. His typical jovial and somewhat off the wall personality was somehow replaced by that of a seasoned captain. Being back on this ship, Orvos felt the memories of this life surfacing.

“What happened?” he asked authoritatively to the mysterious figure in the dark.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE