Mithraia Coeur

"Broken Wings" Lieutenant Junior Grade Mithraia Coeur The dream always started out the same way. It was a beautiful place. Lush and green, with turquoise waterfalls crashing into mirrored pools, causing a mist in the air that cooled the skin. Mithraia Coeur, her vibrant red hair, now long and curly and cascading down her back, walked barefoot in the softest grass. The wind caressed at her, like translucent wings enveloping her in a feeling of warmth. Yes, she had dreamed this before.. for as long as she could remember. As she approached the rippling pool where the waterfall released it's cascade into, she knelt down and traced her fingertip on the top of the water. It was always so peaceful, so serene. But it never lasted long. As her eyes gazed into the water, she always saw a man's face. Looking back at her with scared eyes, reaching to her .. screaming, but silently. She'd desperately try to reach him, jumping into the water. Under the surface, she could see him but never could get to him. Or see him clearly, Eventually.. she'd run out of breath and begin to drown... ------------------ Sputtering, Mia sat up in her bed with a start .. sweat glistening on her forehead, her hair damp and stringy. She coughed, gasping for the air that seemed to be absent from her lungs. She held her head in her hands and composed herself. The dream. It was the dream again. The dream that had plagued since she was a young girl. She never knew what it meant, and it became and more confusing to her when she started to have an idea of who the man was in her dream. It looked an awful lot like Ron. Ron. She hadn't been to see him since his release from Sickbay. Part of her was afraid to. She wasn't sure why. The whole event had brought to the surface feelings of uncertainty. Mia never let anyone close her, except for maybe the parents who had adopted her .. but even then, they had only seen glimpses of her. Tiny shards of a broken mirror. Ron had penetrated her defenses. He was chipping away at the wall that held her so securely in her world. She wanted to let him, but the events of the recent past had made her wonder if she could handle losing him. She stood from her bed, and walked over to her mirror. The girl staring back at her wasn't really her. It was a shell. Protecting a little girl lost, keeping out the harsh light of day and the chilling elements. Ron had become a light to her. To have that light diminish would be devastating. Mia turned away from the mirror and crossed her arms. The ship would be in some grave situations in the future. She needed to see him. There was so much she wanted to tell him, and to ask him about. She remembered him telling her something strange when he was in and out of consciousness. Perhaps .. there would be a great reveal between them. And maybe it would bring them even closer together. Or drive them apart. "The things we hold are always first to go. And who's to say we won't end up alone." - Alter Bridge 'Broken Wings'

"A Moment Alone" It seemed like it had been ages since she had been back in her quarters. As the doors slid closed behind her, she slipped off her white coat and draped it one of her kitchenette chairs. She needed a few hours of sleep and a hot shower. Slowly, she stripped away the layers of the recent events. Her dirty dress uniform; torn, tattered and bloody. Then she released her hair from it's bind, letting it cascade freely on her now bare shoulders. As she walked towards her bathroom area, she exhaled a breath and paused. "Computer, classical music selection 16. At 45 percent volume."The soft strains of violins filled the air as she started her shower. The steam from the water clouded her vision. She stood under the stream, letting the hot water envelope her like a cocoon. Her mind went through the whole thing; the speeches, the sudden explosion that left her ears ringing, and the collapsing of the building around her. Of Ron, who without hesitating, pushed her out of the way and took the brunt of the rubble himself. How he lay unconcious in Sickbay. The future looked and felt grim, but Mia was trying to be positive. As she soaped her wrists, gently brushing against the circular scars that were sometimes hard to hide with her uniform sleeves.. she had been through worse. -------------------- "Mister Fitzgerald .. I can I explain... you'll have your money for your impressive products soon." Jaren Fitzgerald glared at the man sitting across from him. He was well dressed, military-style. He had his associates look into Colonel Mordin Disan. A mercenary for a violent faction during the civil wars of the Falkori system. He knew he was pretty ruthless, but Jaren smirked a bit to himself. Colonel Disan wasn't as ruthless as he was, "I agree, Colonel .. my products are very impressive. But we have a problem. You seem to enjoy my products without paying for them." Colonel Disan gulped and glanced at his servant girl, Mithraia, who stood beside him. She was 10 years old, but developed beyond her years. Disan always passed her for 13, maybe 14 years old. Disan thought for a moment and looked over at Jaren, "I can pay now .. if you are willing to listen." Jaren leaned back in his seat, "Talk." The Colonel motioned to Mithraia. He knew the reputation of Jaren's obsession with young women and hoped to exploit it, "My servant, Mithraia. How about I give her to you.. she will serve you well. She always strvies to please in any way you would want." "You want to give me your servant .. to pay for my weapons?" Jaren looked over the girl. She was a pretty little thing. Vibrant red hair. Amazing eyes. Petite. His lips turned up in a smile, ".. you have a deal, Colonel. This time. You better have money next time. Do you understand?" Colonel Disan nodded and pushed Mia over towards Jaren. His hand rested at the back of her neck. She stiffened and glanced up at him with wide eyes. As the Colonel left them .. Jaren growled lowly at her, "You're mine now." He reached over and grabbed a black iron rod, the end of is burning bright orange. It was the shape of a circle. Taking her wrist, he pressed the hot iron to her flesh, branding both wrists. She screamed. "You belong to me. And you'll never forget it." --------------------- Mia looked down at her wrists, the water becoming colder. She had been there longer than she had planned. She stepped out and dried off. Despite her scars, her memories, she had grown stronger everyday since being here. She wouldn't let any of the past consume her. Not anymore. All she really needed was this moment alone.

"Stuck" Ensign Mithraia Coeur She couldn't breathe. Each breath felt strained, like a gasp. Silent screams in her head, but no sound was made. She couldn't hear anything except a dull ringing in her ears. Mithraia Coeur, once completely aware of her surroundings just moments before; was now crumpled up in a heap beneath a pile of rubble. She struggled to open her eyes, to get an idea of where she was now, of what had happened and where Ron was. Ron. Wasn't he right next to her? Or maybe not? She was having a hard time focusing. Her eyes were perceiving things so blurry, and she was sure that some sort of liquid was streaming down her face. Hot liquid... red? Instinctively, she tried to move. If she was hurt, then others were hurt. Though fragmented, she remembered being at some sort of ceremony, and many others being around her. Something had happened, but she didn't have time to sort things out yet. She was a doctor, and someone was bound to be hurt. She struggled to move again, but the debris pressing on her body feels so heavy. Heavier than anything she's ever tried to move. Frustrated, she lay back down, blinking her eyes trying to regain some focus. She wasn't moving. She needed help. And then .. she could do her duty. With a painful gasp, she took a deep breath and began to yell, "Help! ... help me! Is .. is anyone there?" She paused for a few moments.. she thought she heard someone. It would only be a few minutes. Someone was bound to come help her out of here, "I'm over here! Help.. help me! I can't move!" Mia closed her eyes and cringed a little, her head hurting a bit. She lifted her hand and felt the liquid above her brow. She was hurt. It felt deep and it was still bleeding. She couldn't move. She was stuck. "Please... hurry...." (TBC in sim.. when hopefully someone will help her out. ;P)

That list is pretty true. Very awesome. I found my soulmate in a former simmer. Someone who truly gets all this stuff. ;) (Beer sucks. Go wine coolers!)

hot wheels

Pay off all bills and crap. Buy my mom a house. Buy myself a house, a car and put aside college money for my son. Hire the best professionals in the world to make me 'hot'. ;) Start my own company in something entertainment related... .. and enjoy not having to work constantly!

Food: Chili's Quesadilla Explosion Chicken Salad w/Avocado Ranch Drink: Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper Color: Pink TV show: CSI Movie: Star Wars (all) Place to live(if you could live anywhere): Ireland Mode of Transportation: My feet. If i had 1 wish i would wish for: No more money worries.

I agree, awesome log. And I am partial to the title.. so Buffy. ;)

The Gossip Game" A Nurse Amanda Per'Kay Adventure Amanda Per'Kay could hardly believe it. There was a fire in her belly, a burning so ferocious she thought she was about to explode. Amanda Per'Kay had a desperate problem; she had some JUICY piece of gossip and was ready to just burst it out to anyone who would hear her. She shifted in her seat like a giddy schoolgirl waiting for the boy she liked to approach her. Instead, she saw a science officer whom she knew had the hots for her walking by. She reached out and clutched his arm; he was pulled back abruptly and then smiled at Amanda. "Hey! .. erm.... Lieutenant." Amanda grinned, not really remembering his name; but then again .. it didn't really matter. His eyes glistened and his cheeks blushed a bit. "Uh .. you don't have to call me that. Call me Rick..," he stammered out, unsure of how to act around the vixen of the Agincourt sickbay. Nurse Per'Kay, however .. grinned. Rick. That had been too easy. "Yes.. of course, Rick. I was just wondering if you wanted to get some food in the Mess Hall with me? I hate to eat alone..." she fluttered her eyelashes, ".. and I feel like talking to someone." 'Anyone', she thought. She gave him a sweet look and could see him melting from the inside out. She sort of felt bad using him like this.. but she simply had to tell SOMEONE and he was the closest, easy target. "I.. erm, sure.. sure. I'd love to. Wow, Amanda.. this is great.." he started rambling, but Amanda put a finger to his lips and shook her head. "Shh, Rick. Let me tell you something I think you'll find pretty interesting.." she said, taking his arm and heading to the nearest lift. As the doors closed .. her voiced echoed, ".. did you realize we have a Romulan in our midst.....?" The lift zipped away and the gossip game began.

Heh, thanks. It's actually for an icon I made for my personal livejournal, featuring me (the player) holding a pink lightsaber. Mwah. :) An alternate version of that picture is in my profile.

May he rest in peace.

Can I have mine changed to: "Beware, girl with lightsaber! Any questions?"

How many levels of scary is THAT? :P

Welcome!

"Positivity, the Best Medicine" Log by Ensign Mithraia Coeur Stardate 0507.06 Mia felt ... good. Her quick report was in her hand; detailing the findings that led her to realize what was going on in these klingons. She read over it again and again .. making sure she wasn't leaving anything out. ----- To: Chief Medical Officer Desdemona Levy The virus we believed was Ipwey had turned out to be a chemical like bacteria that was common in a certain type of fruit that the Klingon's ingested. The bacteria mutated and cleverly used the Klingon's doubly strong immune systems against them. While their immune systems fought desperated to overwhelm the bacteria; the bacteria was using the antibodies to become stronger and to spread faster. I became aware of this because of Miss Sydney Richardson's discovery of the local fauna that was used in food. With the help of Miss Richardson, Tethra and other medical staff .. we were able to pinpoint the base properties of the bacteria and develop an antidote. After a few unsuccessful tries, we are confident that this new cure will be effective in curing the patients and getting everybody back on their feet. To note, there are a few side effects of the antidote, including fatigue and a weakened immune system. It is highly likely that with certain medications and regimens .. they can overcome that and return to a normal existance. Here's to a speedy recovery for these people. End Report ----- As she approached the Chief Medical Officer, she felt confident that their time here was coming to a close. Within a short period of time, the Klingons would be back in working order and the teams could return to the ship. Mia smiled to herself. She had missed seeing Ron in the time here. Her mind spun around the ideas for their next date; when she would cook for him. She pondered serving a certain poultry dish that her adoptive mother made all the time. Grilled chicken with a sweet sauce made of wine. She remembered it being so sweet, because of the gomuti palm sap that was used to make it. Yes, her mother always loved telling the stories behind the dishes they ate. The dinner made her nervous, but not terrified. So far .. he had stuck around. Maybe there was more to everything than met the eye. Being positive seemed to help. Positivity was indeed the best medicine.