Holodeck Risean Time Share
Posted on Mon Jun 22nd, 2020 @ 1:54am by Lieutenant Tyson Brookes
Edited on on Tue Jul 7th, 2020 @ 2:18pm
Mission:
Divided We Fall
Location: The Holodeck
Timeline: Current
A Mission Post by Lieutenant JG Tyson Brookes
Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: The Holodeck
Timeline: Current
Thu Mar 15th, 2018 @ 2:01pm
The Holodeck
Tyson relaxed having a massage on a table by a large poolside of the Risean Resort and Spa - Colonial by Barcello. The Sound of Dead or Alive, You Spin Me Round… Playing off in the distance loudly.
Breathing inward long and slow, and then holding it, then a long slow exhale… He felt his back shoulders respond to the stimuli of the environment. He had a Swedish Massage by the pool. Deep tissue massage with the steady hands of the Risean dude broke apart the locked stress in Brookes' shoulders.
Beyond where he was situated at the poolside, there was the long white whispy sandy beach, bleached white beach sand was warm and went on as far as the eye could see. Beyond the holodeck calculated algorithms, there was a magnificent simulated ocean and sunset on the horizon beyond.
Having his chest laying on the massage table Tyson had a total blissed grin on his face plastered, along with his silver on silver aviators.
The ion generation of UV rays emitting energy in conjunction with the ships hologrid system was a marvel of the technology of the 24th century. The grid was life were “Choice!” for Tyson. The holodeck was a cure in many ways. Losing his place in time could be counted a sob story Tyson felt at times, yet it was a handicap and a benefit at the two times he had learned.
He used the holodeck to experience the past back in the 1980s… His 1986 Honda Accord LX. “Like, bogus you know! The Accord was two years old before my parents lent it to me. I had a lot of friends and even a few dates in that car! And then I was hit in the head. Comatose to ground.”
“I say take one day at a time, Mr. Brookes…” Said the Swedish Massage Therapy Masseuse. His forearm elbows are working for circles in powerful form destroying Brookes steel stressed muscles down his back.“UNHnnnnNNNnn UNNNNNNNnnnnnnNNN!” Tyson groaned his face on the table.
Flash forward… The Holodeck…
The Doctor was listening to a Medical lecture on a cassette on his TPS L2. It was a favorite of everyone, the Sony Walkman a staple for all time. The blue and silver device shone brightly in the simulated mid-day burning, high UV rays of the Risean Resort.
His chest a lean and modest was off, his usual white t-shirt gone to soak in the rays. The smell of his Nivea coco sun lotion on him glistening, giving him a nice burn with the holodeck safety controls off.
Beside Doctor, Brooks was an Orion Slave Girl, Green and wearing a bright gold Bikini. She lay on an opposite chaise alongside the poolside of the resort. There were the standard palms alongside blooming exotic red flowers in manicured green bushes. The green grass around with lighted pathways at the night side of the Risean Resort planet.
Using his bubba cup, a plastic travel mug from Earth was well enough for the resort all inclusive alcohol. All domestic beer was covered under his federation credits and fees, although the resort didn’t have use of cash or any other bartering. It felt like an all-inclusive anyways as “Risa is street cred to the max!”
“What desire you master? You seek company with me this evening?” Asked the Orion Slave Girl.
“I seek pardon?” Tyson was shocked, nearly spitting out his swallow of the ale. ‘
She smiled coyly. “I am lonely, will you not entertain me?” The Orion girl was a hologram he reminded his self.
“What your program is offering. I… Is that even legal on the holodeck?” He asks her.
The Orion slave girl smiled and winked her eyes.
“Kay. Again is that legal to do on here Computer respond?” Tyson took another drink of beer, and then looked at his silver wristwatch.
Lieutenant JG. Tyson Brookes
Chief of Medical
USS Pandora
