Rank: Bosley / [ Charlie's Angels Murder Mystery ] -- 70s... Hippies [ d i s c o

[Ozal Kesah]

Discovery Crew Only
Some violence/action

Personal Log...
After first appearance...

"It doesn't help that I'm lonely either. Devoid of any way to contact home. I don't know these people, these beings. I am inadequate." It was with a heavy sigh that escaped her voice, one of dramatics but also a pang of pain. It was humiliating. Burying face in her hand, she continued her stroll down the hallway while lost in thought. Barely a choke. A flash of emotion that chipped at a wall she was not ready to climb. Instead, it crumbled like a balled up fist.

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck ]

When one like her was provided an opportunity, it came with a great self-imposed responsibility. It had little to do with her family or the prestige of her matriarchal lineage. It was because of her connection to maidenhood that she had been called to leave and instead, she escaped her fate as so many others who walked the halls of Starfleet. However, where there was privilege, duty remained regardless of her fleeting emotional state. Her family had influence, therefore she possessed wealth - she belonged to a generation hold and a new oppression.

An oppression that the Federation pushed aside until it was too late. Mere coverings, everything would make its way to the light. It was only a matter of when, how... A matter of divine intervention. Grace within reach.

That familiar hiss gave way to the parting of the Holodeck doors. She stared at the cavernous space, her mouth quirked. Studying hu-mahn history was of importance to her scientific well, they were the pulsing core of the star's industry. So much influence, so little understanding. It was pathetic almost. With a sigh, she shrugged off the thought and focused on the positive.

With wealth came neverending holodeck rations and yet her greed, her own intellectual quest to master all the rules of acquisition pulsed through her mind's eye for a moment. A brief flash and she was on to the next part. "Computer. Begin holodeck program Ozal-Beta-Gamma-Delta-Delta-Beta-Alpha-Three"

The computer chirruped. Stern and commanding, "Initiating holo-sequence. Holo-sequence commencing. Program Beta-Alpha-Three-Beta-Gamma-Delta-Delta."

Words began to materialize over sensuous music, the walls began to morph and transform. Peeling and unpeeling until she suddenly burst into giggles as the words, "CHARLIE'S ANGELS: PILOT!  - HELLO, CHARLIE! -," appeared and disappeared into nothingness.

With a shriek of laughter, the holodeck transformed into-

[ Holodeck - Charlie's Angels Simulation - Townsend Center for Exceptional Women ]

"I AM HU-MAHN!" she shrieked while the chair just above an oak desk, poorly decorated and distasteful swiveled with a human Ozal Kesah. No more Bajoran ridges. "I'm not even an Angel?! I created this program! Who am I?!" It was borderline whine meets groan.

In a brilliant flash, a dossier appeared on her desk. Sifting through it, she found her reflective image while her fingers traced the lines where her Bajoran ridges would normally have creased. What an odd sensation. It was being naked. Her worst nightmare.

RULES & REGULATION
- Ozal Kesah is Game Master
- You must be caught up and active in group mission
- Creativity/open mindedness is required
- Disco crew only
- Let's have fun!

[Nira Said]

[Lieutenant Nira Said | Holodeck | Deck Six | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]

Nira had heard tell that a new crewmember had a new Angels program. If it meant what she thought it meant, then it meant she had a chance to be an Angel again, especially since the least time she tried it, it didn't work very well.

She entered and was delighted by what she saw. The new crewmember had designed it beautifully.

"Computer, Angel wear," she said, and in no time, she was sporting the attire of an Angel.

Then she approached the new crewmember. "Hello there," she said. "Excellent program you set up.

[Ozal Kesah]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck Simulation - Townsend Center For Exceptional Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

A voice interrupted Ensign Ozal's thoughts, coming just from the door's threshold. With a bow of the head out of courtesy, she allowed the empathic channel to flow between the pair. A smirk formed on her lips while the Bosley of the simulation lifted its gaze. "Lieutenant Sigh-Eed. Happy you could join me," The smirk on her lip was beyond devilish. "Do I pronounce that... correctly?" she inquired in a faux-human tongue.

"Ensign... Ozal Kesah. You may call me 'Kesah' if you wish."

A wish was nothing more than a prayer, the Bajoran/Betazed hybrid supposed. She glanced up at down, a flicker of disappointment fading based on the chosen attire. "I beg your pardon, Lee-You-Tenahnt, however, your attire may not be entirely accurate of the area. Does that bother you?"

With a click of a stiletto'd heel underneath a flowing back skirt, she made her way from behind the desk. "Computer, please compile dossier for the Lyoo-ten-ahnt's Angel file based on the criteria  required to be accepted as an agent on behalf of the Townsend Center for Exception Women."

FWAP FWAP!

Another blinding white orb formed at a table just in front of an orange, feathered couch. Very Mod, very Eastern European. Picking up the dossier, she read it aloud:

Lieutenant Naira Said
Occupation: Forensic Psychiatrist
Skills/Expertise: Weapons, hand-to hand combat, former FBI employee, burned out, tactical, war games, intercontinental diplomacy [polyglot]

[Nira Said]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck Simulation - Townsend Center For Exception Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

A voice interrupted Ensign Ozal's thoughts, coming just from the door's threshold. With a bow of the head out of courtesy, she allowed the empathic channel to flow between the pair. A smirk formed on her lips while the Bosley of the simulation lifted its gaze. "Lieutenant Sigh-Eed. Happy you could join me," The smirk on her lip was beyond devilish. "Do I pronounce that... correctly?" she inquired in a faux-human tongue.

"Ensign... Ozal Kesah. You may call me 'Kesah' if you wish."

A wish was nothing more than a prayer, the Bajoran/Betazed hybrid supposed. She glanced up at down, a flicker of disappointment fading based on the chosen attire. "I beg your pardon, Lee-You-Tenahnt, however, your attire may not be entirely accurate of the area. Does that bother you?"d

With a click of a stiletto'd heel underneath a flowing back skirt, she made her way from behind the desk. "Computer, please compile dossier for the Lyoo-ten-ahnt's Angel file based on the criteria  required to be accepted as an agent on behalf of the Townsend Center for Exception Women."

FWAP FWAP!

Another blinding white orb formed at a table just in front of an orange, feathered couch. Very Mod, very Eastern European. Picking up the dossier, she read it aloud:

Lieutenant Naira Said
Occupation: Forensic Psychiatrist
Skills/Expertise: Weapons, hand-to hand combat, former FBI employee, burned out, tactical, war games, intercontinental diplomacy [polyglot]

[Lieutenant Nira Said | Holodeck | Deck Six | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]
"You have it correct, Kesah," said Nira, seeing the new crewmember was undoubtedly Bajoran, considering the use of the second name first, or rather, the first name placed in second. "That's how you pronounce my name correctly. You do have a point about attire."

Nira finished making the hologram adjustment to her attire, which should fit the era. She was then given the dossier the program created and was impressed by what it described.

"Impressive," she said with a smile. "Of course, it wouldn't mention that I'm something of a dancer, exotic, in my past time, but that's more likely to be personal, not likely to show up on a dossier."

[Ozal Kesah]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck - Townsend Center For Exception Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

Her curiosity piqued as her eyes bore into the humanoid woman, who was in the midst of fiddling with the program in order to facilitate a better change of outfit. Said was divine masculine and feminine entangled with anger and bubbling over in the rage department. She could tell; just by the dossier the computer compiled from the algorithmic sequence based on her own personnel file.

Her lips curled into a half smile, with one hand at a right angle, gripping her waist while she stood over the desk. "Yes, that's much better. I wish I had better shoes programmed - these boots are hurting my feet." Kesah's eyes fluttered into a knowing blink.

"I suppose others will be joining us as the simulation progresses in various roles should they wish." The corner of her lips pursed ever so slightly while she began to dim her empathic panel.

"Been with the ship for..." The universal translator began it's conjugations and computations, "A long time?"

[Nira Said]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck - Townsend Center For Exception Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

Her curiosity piqued as her eyes bore into the humanoid woman, who was in the midst of fiddling with the program in order to facilitate a better change of outfit. Said was divine masculine and feminine entangled with anger and bubbling over in the rage department. She could tell; just by the dossier the computer compiled from the algorithmic sequence based on her own personnel file.

Her lips curled into a half smile, with one hand at a right angle, gripping her waist while she stood over the desk. "Yes, that's much better. I wish I had better shoes programmed - these boots are hurting my feet." Kesah's eyes fluttered into a knowing blink.

"I suppose others will be joining us as the simulation progresses in various roles should they wish." The corner of her lips pursed ever so slightly while she began to dim her empathic panel.

"Been with the ship for..." The universal translator began it's conjugations and computations, "A long time?"

[Lieutenant Nira Said | Holodeck | Deck Six | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]

"I certainly have," said Nira. "It's been almost half a year...maybe a little more, I lose track easily enough."

Nira looked down at Kesah's boots and nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I don't like such boots myself. I don't wear them at all."

[Ozal Kesah]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck - Townsend Center For Exception Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

Their interaction was very curt, very tepid. The ensign supposed it was due to the fact of her recent arrival to ship. The matriculation was very typical, menial assignments that were not worthy of her intelligence but nevertheless she learned how to assimilate well. The Bajoran plight was easily understandable, her ridges defined her alienation from the other humans.

Such as Nira Said, from what she gathered. With an even breath, she took in the information and processed it as if she were simply a Bajoran. Tethering her psychic link, just simmering under the surface when she required its assistance, a placid face remained while she attempted her best to feign interest in the Security office's curt replies.

"Have you enjoyed your work thus far, Lyoo-tenahnt?" The foreign Betazed tongue trilled in her translator. It almost made her want to her roll her eyes but she remained stoic instead.

"Do you understand the function of my role as Bosley within the confines of my holodeck program?" Her head tilted to the side, a glint of challenge lurking just beneath her surface. With a tug at the sleeve of white, flowing tunic. Her eyes scanned the Security officer and a her lips pulled into a taut, veneer of a smile.

[Nira Said]

[ USS Discovery - Holodeck - Townsend Center For Exception Women (TCFEW) - Office ]

Their interaction was very curt, very tepid. The ensign supposed it was due to the fact of her recent arrival to ship. The matriculation was very typical, menial assignments that were not worthy of her intelligence but nevertheless she learned how to assimilate well. The Bajoran plight was easily understandable, her ridges defined her alienation from the other humans.

Such as Nira Said, from what she gathered. With an even breath, she took in the information and processed it as if she were simply a Bajoran. Tethering her psychic link, just simmering under the surface when she required its assistance, a placid face remained while she attempted her best to feign interest in the Security office's curt replies.

"Have you enjoyed your work thus far, Lyoo-tenahnt?" The foreign Betazed tongue trilled in her translator. It almost made her want to her roll her eyes but she remained stoic instead.

"Do you understand the function of my role as Bosley within the confines of my holodeck program?" Her head tilted to the side, a glint of challenge lurking just beneath her surface. With a tug at the sleeve of white, flowing tunic. Her eyes scanned the Security officer and a her lips pulled into a taut, veneer of a smile.

[Lieutenant Nira Said | Holodeck | Deck Six | USS Discovery NCC-78393-B]

Nira was a little perplexed by Kesah's responses to her. Maybe she was being a little too forward.

"I do," she said with friendliness. "I do indeed."

At her asking about Bosley's role, Nira replied, "Oh, yes. Bosley is basically the middle man, or as the youthful generations say, 'the guy in the chair.' He initiates the phone conferences with the man in charge of the Angels, the ones that tell them the various cases."