The Zynari Whispering Chorus – "Oh, let us play..."

Posted on Thu Apr 10th, 2025 @ 4:22pm by Zyrani

Mission: Season 6: Echoes of the Zynari
Location: Various
Timeline: MD2 - All day,
1913 words - 3.8 OF Standard Post Measure

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The Zynari Whispering Chorus – "Oh, let us play..."
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Phoenix Lalor-Richardson
"She leads them all, this one... but even she needs to laugh. We filled her nursery with bubbles that sing her lullabies, yes yes! And when she sips her tea? It giggles—like the little ones. She’ll wrinkle her nose and pretend to scold us, but her eyes will shine, they always do."
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Gary Taylor
"The sparkliest of mortals! We dusted his room in shimmer storms—glitter in his hair, on his shoes, in his soul. His child will dance in it, and he’ll pretend to grumble, but he glows with joy just the same. We’re quite proud of the sparkle trail."
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Rin
"Ahhh... the quiet one. The clever one. We made her shadows mimic her before she moved. She’ll see, she’ll wonder, she’ll question! Her utensils float just out of reach. Subtle, strange, delightful. We’re testing her curiosity. Testing... testing..."
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Sthilg
"GORN! So big, so serious. We brought him little dino friends! They waddle, they roar, they heal. Plushies in his bed, rawr! His mate will giggle, we know. The roar-tricorder is our finest work yet. Science meets silliness!"
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Azhul Naxea
"Sands of Bajor, flowing from the ceiling... slowly... softly. Her daughter squealed with glee! Desert worlds recreated in the toy chest. She'll pretend it's a nuisance, but her toes curl happily in the dunes. We’ve seen it."
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Thor Magnus
"Forge-Heart! Builder of stars! His tools sing now. Norse tunes for a Norse soul. In his quarters, the steam writes runes that whisper, 'Well done.' He’ll scowl, but only a little. He likes it. So says Athena. So say we."
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Maxine McKull
"Fast-finger flier! Her controls now beep and zoooom! Each touch is a concert! Arcade symphony! Ride of Valkyries when she lifts off. We cheer in the circuits. She will laugh. Yes, she will."
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Damien Blackford
"Mr. Grumble-Grim! He found toys in his locker, a honking duck in place of weaponry! We left 'Wanted' posters for ‘Crimes of Handsomeness’—oh, the squint he gave us! Such delight. Such stern embarrassment. We adore him."
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Josef Forstinger
"A fine soldier, with a flair for flair! We made his uniform shimmer, his locker sigh with drama. Roses, sequins, and self-discovery. It’s theatrical, it’s romantic, it’s... fabulous. He pretended to trip over his glitter boots. Pretended."
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Anna Esquivias
"Miss Systems! She loves logic. So we challenged her replicator! Riddles before coffee! Victory earns her mugs that laugh. Chocolate with marshmallow kings! She nearly smiled. Nearly. We saw it."
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N’vok Holv
"The Vulcan. So still. So serene. So... serious. But what if the console applauded him? What if logic received a standing ovation? We whisper, ‘You are valid.’ He blinks. That’s more than a chuckle—it’s a Vulcan belly laugh!"
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Lissa Kerr
"She walks into her lab... and everything is now color-coded! Rainbows of science! Her microscope is our dancefloor. We pirouetted the findings! We even left her badges. ‘Science Champion,’ they say. She deserves them."
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Gen’Terta CrystalCliff
"Snowflake soul! We gave her snow that speaks. ‘You’re beautiful!’ it says. Her boots sparkle, her breath mists in joy. We tiptoe on her icy walls, singing lullabies only her species can hear. She hums along."
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J’airesh Mora-Heath
"Gentle healer. Alone, but not lonely. Her reflection now waves before she does. Her medkit is full of love—glitter bandaids and glowing stickers. Her shower? A symphony of jungle birds! We gave her the warmth she never asks for."
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Teevs Dosivi
"He is one of us... but not. So close, so near to knowing. We swayed his chair, wrapped it in comfort. His daughter’s toys floated in star-dances, just for her. He smiled at us. He knows. He knows."
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Andrinn Orin
"Diplomat, poet, immortal voice. We sang his reports into poetry, brewed tea with gentle truths, and gave his office a harp. Now his calls connect with music. He’ll roll his eyes, but his lips will curl. Trust us."
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Alicia Kelea-Salik
"Counsellor of the mind! Her couch now hugs! The journals whisper affirmations. ‘You are enough.’ ‘You guide the lost.’ She’ll pretend to ignore them... but she’ll sit a little longer today."
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Tate Sullivan
"Sock puppets! Her textbooks have come alive! Psychology through fuzzy eyes! Her bookshelf smiles now. When she says ‘cognitive dissonance,’ confetti erupts. We don’t know what it means, but she laughs! Worth it."
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Kett V’Laass
"The still-fighter, the precise soul. We filled his ship with butterflies! His chair sings of warriors, his ship hums with theatre. He meditates, yes—but his eyes lit with curiosity. A twitch of a smile—Vulcan joy."
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Kyle Reece
"Security Papa! We gave him foam bats and titles like ‘Bringer of Justice!’ His kids helped us! They laughed, he sighed, and then chased them with a bat. Our proudest prank. Justice delivered, softly."
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Sylorik
"The Vulcan healer, so poised, so unyielding. We swirled his medical tools in a dance—tools that should never sway! His hyposprays hummed in rhythm. His medkit? A treasure chest of singing bandages! The tricorder’s readings... well, they were ‘too perfect.’ We made them just a little off, just enough to remind him of imperfection in the perfect world he seeks.
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Master Chief Petty Officer Chuck Finley – Master of the Boat
"He commands order, he polishes the decks, he makes the stars march straight! So we gave him... a mop that sings sea shanties. His office chair bobs like a ship at sea. And his coffee? It tastes like saltwater taffy. For the master of the boat—we made the boat smile."
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‍‍ Senior Chief Fernando De La Rosa & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa
"They work in perfect sync! So we made their commbadges swap voices. He speaks, she replies—in his voice! Her PADD writes notes in sonnets. Their bed makes ocean sounds. Romance, chaos, confusion—our favorite cocktail!”
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‍ Lt. Sapphire Morgan & Lt. Scott Gregory with their sons
"Such a cozy nest! So we made the family couch bounce. Literally. It springs and giggles. The replicator only produces ice cream with sprinkles shaped like their kids' initials. We gave the boys little capes—heroes, yes? Oh, how they laughed!"
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Lt. Samaire MacBride-Reece & SSgt Liam “Swede” Reece with niece Skylah
"Their quarters became a forest overnight! Lush leaves and bird calls. Skylah's room? A fairytale tower! When they walked in, she wore a crown. 'Queen Skylah,' we proclaimed! Uncle and Auntie had to bow. They did. She beamed."
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‍ Crewman Sindari Toylen
"Her silence is strength. So we made her PADD... sing! Not loudly. Just gentle musical notes when she typed. Her console now displays poetic compliments in soft greens and golds. Her tools never vanish—they waltz into her bag themselves. We see her smile when no one else does."
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LtCmdr Kara Starr & LtCmdr Malakai Starr with their children
"Love and logic, family and fire. Their home? A jungle gym overnight. Pillows float. Lights blink Morse code jokes. Their replicator now only responds to rhymes. Their children adore it. Malakai tries to fix it. Kara... lets it be."
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Ensign BF 345078 (John Snow), Exocomp Medical Officer
"Tiny fixer! So curious. So fast! We disguised ourselves as microfragments and danced through his programming—left silly jokes in his code: 'Why did the positron cross the stream?' We beeped his name in binary until he giggled (we think!)."
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SCPO Emily Charles & Lt JG Zac Smithson
"Marine strong, tactical sharp—so we made their weights float! The workout mat hums lullabies. Emily’s medkit meows when opened. Zac’s gear polishes itself—except it adds paw prints. They now have invisible 'ghost kittens' roaming the room. Invisible to them—not to us!"
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Lt. Nicholas Reece & Lt. Cassia Cavendish
"Secrets and shadows! So we filled their room with mystery novels that rewrite themselves. Their closet opens to new costumes daily. Today? Victorian spy chic. Tomorrow? Pirate agents. Every mirror winks. Every light flickers in Morse: 'You’re being watched—by us!'"
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Harper O’Leary & children
"She gives gifts, love, safety. We gave her store plushies that hug back. Shelves reorganize themselves alphabetically... by giggle level! Her infant’s crib hums lullabies in the voices of her older kids. Her closet smells like sugar cookies, no matter what. We love her shop. We might stay..."
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Captain David Tonelly & daughter
"The teacher! The mentor! So we made his desk quiz him back! His daughter’s toys now teach him. When he sits, his chair recites Academy slogans in overly dramatic tones. 'Excellence is your destiny, sir!' He winces. She cackles. Success."
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‍ Cadets Triston Montgomery, Clary Henderson, Gérard Dirsye
"Oh, cadets! So serious, so eager. We changed their sim drills to 8-bit games. Starfleet retro challenge! Every commbadge plays theme music. Their boots stick to the floor until they tell a joke. They’ll bond, laugh, grow. We’ll help. With giggles."
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Nicholas Mathias, Civilian Scientist
"He studies molecules. So we rearranged them! His lab notes now glow. His stylus writes compliments instead of equations. The beakers bounce, the data sings, the rats dance. He calls it contamination—we call it art!"
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1st Lt. Joshua Young, Diplomatic Protection Marine
"Stoic protector. So we turned his uniform purple! Only he sees it. His boots click in waltz rhythm. His weapons locker recites poetry—‘To guard with grace, to serve with strength.’ We whispered peace to the protector. He almost smiled."
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SWO Reo’thanra Sandtail
"Such poise! Such fur! We made his mirror shimmer with elegant reflections—taller, grander! His tail comb replicates sparkles now. His boots purr. When he enters, the lights bow in waves. Royalty deserves reverence—and mischief."
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CWO Man’darr
"The hammer! The rage! So we turned his punching bag into a piñata. Full of confetti. Full of snacks. His room smells like bubblegum. The walls whisper, ‘You are loved!’ His frown deepens. His heart softens. He’ll never admit it."
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GySgt Luxa Gami
"Stealth queen! So we made her cloak sparkle at random intervals. Her combat boots squeak. Her locker now hums her theme tune. She’s furious. She’s flattered. We are delighted."
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GySgt Nenaa
"She’s fierce, she’s brilliant, she’s green! Her shower now mists purple. Her replicator delivers only Orion delicacies—with edible glitter. Her combat knife sings lullabies in her native tongue. A soft prank for a sharp soul."
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SSgt Leilani Charles & Capt. George Charles with Hendor
"Ahh, family warmth! We turned their dining table into a tea party. Hendor’s toys lead the setting—each cup filled with sparkles and fizz. Leilani’s chair rocks gently, George’s uniform glows when hugged. Together? They’re joy incarnate. We amplified it."
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LCpl Evan Griffin
"Young firebrand! So we filled his footlocker with prank manuals. Every PADD he touches meows. His bed slides 2 inches sideways every time he sits. It’s the little things. The chaos things."
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Crewman Adelaide Kirkby
"She’s quiet, observant. We made her hair clips glow when someone lies. Her mirror shows inspirational quotes. Her socks now auto-pair by personality. She’ll never admit she likes it—but her eyes say otherwise."
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Capt. Addison “Rico” Leyton
"Flyer supreme! We gave her chair a gentle ‘whoosh’ when she sits—like takeoff! Her helmet sparkles. Her quarters simulate open sky above her bed. We renamed her PADD to ‘Captain Cool.’ You're welcome."
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