Jorus Merrill
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[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Nate Phantoms"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Charr"]
In the spirit of Star Trek's mirror universe timeline, you can join this thread as normal, or play as your mirror universe self/evil twin/whatever spin you want to put on things. And with the new Dominion rules, we can just have some fun, bring the story to a close in fifty posts or so if we feel like it, and that's that.
In a dusty tavern on Alakaha, mercenaries sat around a table. One especially disreputable man hunkered back in a dark corner. They hung on his occasional words. For example:
"This timeline has issues."
The dark man slugged back another drink and grunted. A Zeltron woman, thin and pale in an unhealthy way, hurried to refill his cup.
"They had the Cularin incident. Then there was a more serious incursion. Neither one of those connected with my timeline like this one has. The foundations of reality are weak in this timeline. Akala, Akala, even more Akala..." He slurped another drink and wiped his mouth. "You sure you've buried this Captain Merrill deep enough?"
A cyborg gentleman nodded anxiously. "Six stun bolts, coma gas in the airpack, twenty feet of dirt over him. He won't be going anywhere for a while, sir."
"That'll do. Last thing I need is him screwing around before this gets sorted out. If it turns out I can just kill him without risking what keeps me here, keeps all of us here, then that's what'll get done. In the meantime, you see any of your own doubles, don't shank'em."
Blue light danced in the dark man's eyes.
"Spread out. Get the lay of the land. Let's figure out who else from our side crossed over, and how we can get off this dustball and get to work."