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writing role play

The crew of the U.S.S. Heimdal regularly engage in a writing roleplay exercise, where they place themselves inside the story. The narrative is created on an ongoing basis, however there are regular gatherings of participants to lightly sketch out future plot-lines. 

The timeframe for the Heimdal written roleplay within the Star Trek canon universe is after the episode Darmok (TNG) and before the Dominion War. This is a standalone creative exercise amongst Chapter members and does not impact realtime activities or reporting.

the bound dog
shall be loosed !!

Bud entered the mess hall and quickly surveyed his surroundings. Even though he kept telling himself that he was in a safe place, Bud still preferred to eat alone and with his back against the wall. But sitting alone at a table seemed to be an invitation to his crewmates to approach and offer their company. Bud did not want to antagonize anyone and often agreed to let others join him, despite his preferences. Bud then spied a Vulcan lieutenant named T-Ploth sitting at a table by herself. Just at that moment a crewmember approached her and said something. T-Ploth looked up from her PADD and shook her head. The crewmember then walked away. An idea came to Bud in a flash.

The wolf stalks. I am in its belly. But I am its eye. I have been stretched so far…so far… to touch that me…that me I can see in that other ship. The ship of friends, not foes. What can I see there? I am supposed to expand the hole. Can I resist? THE PAIN. Yes…Look for the traitor.


Tell what I see? Can I see enough…to dream?


Due to their light sensitivity, Terran personnel may find the video damaging to their eyes. Use appropriate precautions when viewing.

As he had for the past several weeks, Lt. Bud Walker walked into the galley, retrieved his meal from the replicator and took his seat at a table for two. Within a few minutes, Lt. T’Ploth entered and did the same, sitting opposite from Bud. The rest of the crew had become accustomed to seeing the pair eating together, and since they always sat at a table for two, no one was ever tempted to ask to join them. During this time, Bud and T’Ploth had exchanged no more than a handful of words as a simple head nod had sufficed for both of them.

Council Enforcement Officer Jodi adjusted her sash and straightened her insignia. This was her first assignment out of the eyesight of the Emperor and the Inner Circle. She had earned their trust. It had only taken five years as the civilian tactical advisor to the Emperor on Bajoran Issues. And she was always on a short leash. Jodi understood. Bajor was a major force in the Alliance; the Empire could not be too careful allowing her, a Bajoran, in.

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