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THESE ARE THE VOYAGES: various authors
by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:22 pm
Fleet XO - RP Director - Former Fleet Admiral, Operations CO, JAG and Ambassador - Former Captain of the USS Artemis and of the flagship USS Horizon - Current Captain of the USS Millennium
"In this galaxy, there is a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. In all the universe, three million, million galaxies like this.
And in all of that... and perhaps more...
only one of each of us."
Dr Leonard H. McCoy
TOS Balance of Terror
"In this galaxy, there is a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. In all the universe, three million, million galaxies like this.
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TOS Balance of Terror
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Re: These are the Voyages: various authors
by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:23 pm
STAR TREK EURYALE
by Neligahn
Stardate 76654.89 (January 22, 2399)
USS Endeavor (NCC-65243)
The sheer size of the Bird of Prey on the view screen made the fur along N’Eligahn Etarudbo’s back bristle. It was just sitting there and in his mind arming their weapons but officially they were preparing to respond to the Captain’s hail.
“Sir, we should at least raise shields,” he said. “At least as a precaution.”
“Commander, your concern is noted,” Captain Kendis said. The Bolian turned to him and smiled. “We’re here to discuss a simple border dispute. I highly doubt the Klingons would risk conflict here.” N’Eligahn began to protest further but right then a large Klingon face appeared on the view screen.
“I am Commander Kal’tak of the warship Vor’ta’kat,” the Klingon said. “Why have you entered Klingon space?”
“Commander, as you are aware, this sector is fully within Federation territory as established by the Neldurian Treaty of 2346,” Captain Kendis said.
“Your ship will leave now,” Kal’tak said.
“Commander, please,” Captain Kendis said. “Certainly this is something we can discuss? I would like to invite you aboard the Endeavor for dinner so that we may discuss this amicably.” The Klingon just growled and disappeared from the screen.
“Sir, I don’t like this situation,” N’Eligahn said. “I especially don’t like us sitting here defenseless.”
“You would do well to remember, Commander, that the Klingons would respond to any aggressive posturing on our part,” Captain Kendis said.
“Sir, receiving a new transmission from the Klingon ship,” the communications officer said.
“On screen,” Captain Kendis said. The Klingon’s head appeared on-screen once more.
“Your proposal is declined,” the Klingon said before cutting the communication off again.
“Sir, two more Birds of Prey de-cloaking behind us.”
“They’re powering up weapons.”
“Sir?” N’Eligahn asked, looking over at the captain. He just stood there and stared at the blank view screen. “Raise sh-“
“Brace for impact!”
A moment later the ship shook violently. A few of the rear consoles sparked and the operations station exploded. Suddenly a bright flash filled the bridge and N’Eligahn fell back into his chair just as a great gust of air rushed out the hole that had been blown into the roof.
The Captain stared at him for a moment before he and two others were sucked into space moments before the force field was in place.
“Pilot get us out of here,” N’Eligahn yelled as he leapt to his feet. The Endeavor shook beneath his feet again as more torpedoes tore into her hull.
“Y-yes sir,” said the nervous young Trill at the helm. N’Eligahn turned towards tactical and found that the officer there had been one of the victims of the early bombardment, his body now wherever the Captain’s was.
He ran up the side and took over tactical, doing a full systems check. Both engineering and the aft torpedo tube had been hit.
“N’Eligahn to Engineering, report,” he said as he keyed in a shield rotation that would keep them somewhat protected from the Klingons for a few seconds. He was answered by silence. “Commander Simms report,” he said.
“He’s dead,” came a coughing female voice. “The first shots cause a port side power conduit to explode, he and half of Alpha shift were working in that area.”
“Fine then, you’re in charge,” N’Eligahn said. “Get me as much power to the engines as you can”
“Yes sir,” the new Chief Engineer said.
“Helmsman, what’s your name?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Narod, sir,” the Trill said.
“What’s nearby?”
“There’s an asteroid belt a few kilometers below us,” Narrod said.
“Take us in there as fast as possible,” N’Eligahn said. He studied the tactical readout and unleashed whatever stored energy the Endeavor had in her phaser banks. The blast cut through the nearest Bird of Prey’s shields and sheered one of its wings off.
The ship shook again as the three remaining Birds of Prey took up point behind her and blasted into her already crippled aft end.
“We’re nearly into the asteroid belt,” Narrod said. “Sir, this is pretty dense and I’m not sure if-”
“Just use your thrusters and don’t rely exclusively on your instruments,” N’Eligahn said as he noted the recharge of the main phaser banks. He fired again, depleting one of the Bird of Prey’s shields but not damaging it.
The Endeavor rocked again but this time from an asteroid impact followed by a series of sharp jarring motions from the Klingon’s weapons. A console behind N’Eligahn exploded.
“Bring us around that large asteroid,” N’Eligahn said as he pointed to the sparking viewscreen. “When we’re around it, separate the ship. Set the saucer parallel with the asteroid. Wait for my signal to fire.”
“Sir?” Narod asked as N’Eligahn ran towards the emergency turbolift to the battle bridge.
“You have the bridge, Ensign,” N’Eligahn said before the doors shut and the turbolift started moving. “Computer, open a shipwide channel,” he said. “This is Commander Etarudbo, prepare for ship separation. Beta shift report to the battle bridge all non-essential personnel evacuate to the saucer section. Etarudbo out.”
The turbolift stopped and N’Eligahn stepped into the battle bridge, taking a seat at the helm.
“Computer, re-route all weapon controls to the helm,” N’Eligahn said. “Initiate emergency separation in three minutes.” He watched the three Birds of Prey edge even closer.
“Sir, you there?” came the new Chief Engineer’s voice.
“Yes,” N’Eligahn said.
“I can get the battle section full impulse but warp won’t be possible,” she said.
“Weapons?”
“All phasers are relatively operational and the aft launcher is useless,” she said.
“‘Relatively operational’?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Our power is fluctuating right now, the phasers may overload,” she said.
“Thanks for the warning,” N’Eligahn said.
“Separation in thirty seconds,” the computer said.
“Ensign Narod, you ready?” N’Eligahn asked over the communicator.
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Engage separation,” N’Eligahn said. The ship shuddered around him for a moment before it felt almost like a freefall. “Get into position,” he said to Narod. The saucer fired a burst from its thrusters before engaging its impulse engines and moving away from the battle section into the cover of the large asteroid.
“All right,” N’Eligahn growled as he spun the battle section around. The three remaining Birds of Prey shot straight for him, their disruptors firing.
The shield flashed nearly blinded him but N’Eligahn keyed in a firing sequence and unloaded the battle sections weaponry on the far left Bird of Prey. The barrage tore into the shields and blew the ship apart in a fiery explosion.
Both Birds of Prey shot past the battle section and started to turn around, their weapons coming to bear on the battle section’s exposed aft. N’Eligahn routed as much energy as he dared into the engines, trying to get her to turn and face her attackers. He neglected to notice a renegade asteroid that flew past the battle section’s neck and slammed into its port nacelle.
N’Eligahn flew out of the chair as the battle section shook violently around him. The walls sparked and exploded while he climbed into his chair again.
“Come on,” he groaned as he diverted all excess power into the ship’s engines, turning her back to face the Klingons which were now blowing apart more of the ship’s aft end including its remaining nacelle.
As the battle section finally came around to face the Klingons, the ship shuddered again.
“Sir, we lost the forward phaser bank,” the chief engineer said.
“Relatively operational indeed,” N’Eligahn said. He keyed in a torpedo firing sequence at the lead Bird of Prey. The first few missed or bounced off the shields but the last three tore through the shields and into the bridge, leaving the rest of the ship spinning and burning in space.
The last Bird of Prey headed directly towards the now motionless battle section, its disrupters and torpedoes tearing into its shields and hull. At the last moment a dark shape appeared directly above the Bird of Prey. Before N’Eligahn could fully make it out, three fully powered phaser blasts slammed into the Bird of Prey’s forward shields. N’Eligahn followed up with another volley of torpedoes.
The Bird of Prey started to break apart but it was too close to the battle section. The burning hulk skimmed along the bottom of the battle section but the bridge portion slammed right into the front part of the neck, a few meters from the battle bridge.
A bright flash filled N’Eligahn’s vision as his console exploded and he was thrown aside into a dark, suffocating blankness.
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Stardate 76660.17 (January 29, 2399)
Starbase 217
Commander Mitchell Reladen straightened his uniform outside the Starbase Commander’s office. He smiled at a few passing officers while he waited to be called inside. Finally, he thought. They’ll finally give her to me.
“Commander, please come in now,” Captain Arleigh Terry said from his office. Mitchell entered the very small and empty office. Captain Terry never cared much for decoration, he was always more down to business. It was something Mitchell admired about the man.
Seated next to the Captain was an Andorian Rear Admiral that Mitchell had never seen before. The Andorian glared at him before turning back to Captain Terry. The Captain was standing in front of the large picture window behind his desk that looked out into the main bay of the starbase.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Commander,” Captain Terry said.
“You had said it was urgent sir,” Mitchell said. He tried to keep his eagerness hidden but failed miserably.
“It is,” Captain Terry said. “You’re to be given your own command.” Mitchell’s heart leapt. “You’ll be reporting aboard the ship in two weeks time.”
“Sir?” Mitchell asked.
“You’re taking command of the USS Obstinate,” Captain Terry said. “She’s currently undergoing some minor maintenance after a fracas in the Milotus Nebula.”
“A Defiant-class?” Mitchell asked, his heart dropped into his stomach. “What about the Euryale?”
“We thought it best to re-organize its command,” the Rear Admiral said. “The ship’s gone through three commanding officers in two years and it doesn’t have the best reputation in the fleet.” His glare at Mitchell intensified.
“Who’s going to be taking her then?” Mitchell asked.
“Sir, the Endeavor is ready to enter spacedock,” said a low voice over the Captain’s communicator.
“Excellent, lieutenant,” Captain Terry said. “Thank you.”
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the large doors leading into spacedock. They slid open to reveal a beaten and battered Galaxy-class battle section towed by a Nebula-class and two Defiants.
Mitchell stared at the ship as it passed the large window. Portions of it were still sparking and a glittering plasma trail still flowed from where the port nacelle used to be. He had read the report on the ship’s stand at the Neldurian Belt.
“She’s salvageable, barely,” Captain Terry said. “Klingon aggressiveness has been reported all over our borders. Our diplomats are making every effort to maintain the peace but their warriors have other plans.”
“We have enough ships but not enough Captains,” the Rear Admiral said. “We’ve been putting anyone that shows even the slightest aptitude for command in the center chair and it hasn’t had the best results.”
“So who’s going to be commanding the Euryale?” Mitchell asked.
“Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo,” Captain Terry said. “The same person that managed to bring the Endeavor back salvageable rather then as scrap.”
“When he takes command, you’re going to be aboard to help him become accustomed to the ship,” the Rear Admiral said. “After that you’ll report aboard the Obstinate.”
“Very well, sir,” Mitchell said. Only his greatest effort kept the anger and betrayal he felt hidden. And greater effort to keep from destroying this usurper, he thought.
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“Go away,” N’Eligahn growled as the door buzzer rang for the fourth time. “I’m busy,” he said as he rolled over in bed and pulled the covers over his head.
“Open this door before I start to really get impatient,” said a female voice. The voice had a distinct edge to it that N’Eligahn instantly recognized. He leapt out of his bed and ran to the door.
The two door halves slid open to reveal the one who was, in N’Eligahn’s opinion, the most beautiful creature in the galaxy. The fact that she was glowering at him didn’t change that interpretation in the slightest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” N’Eligahn asked as he took her bag from her and brought it into his room.
“I didn’t think you’d still be asleep at ten in the morning,” Relys Allana said. She walked into the room behind him. “I wanted to surprise you,” she added.
N’Eligahn turned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He touched his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.
“You succeeded,” he said before kissing her deeply. “Like you always do.” As they drew slightly apart, she reached up and touched the patch that now covered his left eye. He reached up and pulled her hand away. “Just a little souvenir from the Endeavor.”
“Who’d you anger this time?” Allana asked.
“No one,” N’Eligahn said. “They fired first, I promise.”
“I’ll bet,” she said withdrawing slowly from him and walking over to the window. She pulled the curtains aside to reveal the bulk of the Endeavor’s battle section swarmed by work bees.
“What is it?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Next time it could be worse then a souvenir,” she said.
“I doubt it,” he said walking over to her. “I don’t intend to ever have another console blow up in my face.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and drew her close again.
“You had better not, or I will raise as much hell as I possibly can before they lock me in the brig,” Allana said.
“I always like you best when you’re angry,” N’Eligahn said.
“You are such a liar,” she said, bringing herself closer to him.
Right at that moment the last possible sound he wanted to hear broke through the atmosphere. Allana smiled and gestured towards the door as the bell rang again.
“Enter,” N’Eligahn said. The doors hissed open and a tall, tan-skinned Vulcan entered the room. He was in his uniform, spiffy and immaculate as it always was.
He glanced first at N’Eligahn then at Allana. His left eyebrow rose slightly.
“Am I disturbing you?” he asked.
“No, Re’tok, not at all,” N’Eligahn said. “Please come in.”
“I was just coming to check on you and see that you have settled in,” he said.
“Allana, this is-“ N’Eligahn began but she stepped forward and held her hand out for him.
“Lieutenant Commander Re’tok, you kept N’Eligahn heading in the right direction at the Academy,” she said.
“Well, I don’t know about-“ N’Eligahn began.
“Then and on several other occasions since,” Re’tok said.
“Always good to know there’s someone he’ll actually listen to,” Allana said.
“That point is up for debate,” Re’tok said. “In fact there are times where he ignored my advice and went ahead anyway.”
“Oh, you’ll have to tell me about those some time,” Allana said. “Where are you headed next?”
“I have been requested to serve aboard the USS Euryale as operations officer by its new captain,” Re’tok said, casting a glance at N’Eligahn.
“Your new…” Allana said, turning from Re’tok to N’Eligahn as the thought sank in. “You’re serious?”
“Yes, he is the new commanding officer of the Euryale,” Re’tok said.
“When were you going to let me in on this little surprise?” Allana asked.
“He didn’t want to alarm you, after-“ Re’tok began.
“Don’t you have some diagnostics or something you have to run?” N’Eligahn asked. He shot a glare at the Vulcan.
“Ah, yes, I do have that appointment,” Re’tok said. “If you will excuse me, ma’m.” He bowed his head and backed from the room. Allana rounded on N’Eligahn.
“Which comes to the question again, when were you going to tell me?” she asked.
“Today, honestly,” N’Eligahn said. “I thought the Comfort still had two months out.”
“We were ahead on our research so Captain Enders brought us back early,” Allana said. “So when do you officially take command?”
“Four days,” N’Eligahn said. “We’ll take a quick hop around the system and rendezvous with the rest of our staff aboard the DeLancie before returning.” Allana sighed and shook her head.
“You’re a real piece of work,” she said. “Having a console blow up in your face less then a week ago and you’re just as ready to stick your face in another.”
“You know it. I’m useless without a pair of nacelles behind me,” N’Eligahn said with a small smile. “Still, we do have four days.”
“And a most interesting four days it will be,” she said, returning the smile.
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76693.36 (February 1, 2399)
USS DeLancie
The small yet nimble Centaur-class light cruiser maintained its orbit around Psi Vellorum V. The planet was unique due to its somewhat oblong shape and four large captured asteroids that serve as its moons.
Captain Wallace watched from the center chair as the peaceful blue-green planet rotated in the view screen.
“We’ve almost concluded our scans of the eastern continent,” said his interim science officer, Lieutenant Ty’renyk Eladeou. She’d been assigned temporarily to the DeLancie while the Euryale got its act together. Wallace shook his head. He couldn’t figure out why they didn’t just scrap that whole bucket.
“Very well, after they’re done, bring us about and set a course for the 3rd moon,” Wallace said. “I’d like to get some scans of those caves.”
“Aye sir,” his helmsman said.
“Sir, my sensors just picked up…something,” Ty’renyk said.
“What exactly is ‘something’?” Wallace asked.
“A possible cloaked vessel,” Ty’renyk said. “Correction, four.”
“She’s right, four vessels de-cloaking off the starboard bow,” said his tactical officer.
“Who?” Wallace asked.
“I have a Negh’var, Raptor and two Birds of Prey,” the tactical officer said.
“They’re hailing us,” Ty’renyk said.
“On screen,” Wallace said. The gruff face of an old scarred Klingon appeared. He gave Wallace a toothy grin. “This is Commander Gordon Wallace of the USS DeLancie. May I ask what this is about?” The Klingon laughed.
“Honor, Commander,” the Klingon roared in his laughter. “I am Kul’dek, son of Mer’dak and I wish to face you in honorable combat. If you win you go free. If I win I will do with your ship and crew as I please.”
“This is absurd,” Wallace said. “You can be sure the Klingon authorities will not-“ the Klingon began laughing again.
“We do not represent the Empire, Commander,” Kul’dek said. “We are simply warriors seeking combat as true Klingons should.”
“And if we refuse to comply to your threats?” Wallace said.
“Then we will fire on and destroy your vessel,” Kul’dek said.
“That’s not very honorable.”
“But it is combat,” Kul’dek said. Wallace had to response to that.
“Very well,” Wallace said. “What are your terms?”
“Captain,” his security officer said, but Wallace waved him off.
“You will beam over here and we will do battle,” Kul’dek said. “You coming here will help to ensure your ships does not do anything...hasty. I’m sending you the coordinates now. Please do not keep me waiting.” The image disappeared from the view screen and Wallace was left in stunned silence.
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Personal Log of Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo
Stardate 76695.31 (February 2, 2399)
I am aboard Starbase 217 preparing to board a shuttlecraft bound for the Excalibur-class cruiser USS Euryale. I have to admit there’s a certain feeling of unease in taking over this command. A stench of failure seems to permeate the air around the ship and I’m afraid I won’t be able to escape it.
Due to this, most of my suggestions have been approved by Starfleet and are in the process of being implemented. They see my assignment here as a last ditch effort to save the ship’s failing reputation. I personally see it as a way to finally make a real difference in Starfleet.
I can only hope that my staff and crew will see it as the same opportunity that I do.
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N’Eligahn shifted uncomfortably in the shuttle’s passenger chair. He looked over at the pilot as a slight bump signaled their takeoff from the shuttle bay. It was the same young, dark haired Trill that had been at the helm aboard the Endeavor, Ensign Jerrel Narod. After what he’d done with the saucer section of the Endeavor, N’Eligahn had requested him for the conn.
Narod flew the shuttle through the hangar bay doors. While he looked out of the viewport, his fingers flew over the controls making minor adjustments in course and speed until the shuttle fully cleared the hangar area.
The shuttle nosed upwards and made a graceful curve around the Starbase’s main control tower until it came around to its secondary docking arm. N’Eligahn followed the edge of the station until it gave way to a full view of the currently docked vessel. He couldn’t help but smile as the ship he was to command appeared.
She was more graceful then he had expected her to be, especially after looking at all the information he could on the Excalibur and her kin. It seemed as if the designers of the USS Euryale had taken a bit of liberty with her design.
Her twin warp nacelles were more swept back and lowered then the higher ones of the class. The Euryale’s saucer was positioned to an almost even keel with the nacelles and stretched a bit forward. Instead of the standard grey, her hull was lighter in shade with gold and place markings along her saucer and hull.
Narod turned the shuttle slightly so its viewport was fully centered on the Euryale.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she sir?” he said.
“What was that?” N’Eligahn asked, his thoughts broken.
“The ship,” he said. “I’ve ferried most of the staff from the station to the ship and I’m awed by her every time.”
“You have a chance at her controls yet?” N’Eligahn asked, pointing at the Euryale.
“Not yet, sir,” Narod said. “But I’m looking forward to it,” he added with a smile.
“Take us into the shuttle bay, then, Ensign,” N’Eligahn said, gesturing to the Euryale once again. Narod turned his full attention back to the view port.
“Shuttlecraft Gorgon, this is Euryale docking control, we have received your clearance codes and you are cleared for entry,” said a stern female voice. “Please make your way to shuttle bay two.”
“Thank you Euryale,” Jerrel said. “We are on approach.”
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Commander Mitchell Reladen tugged absentmindedly at the collar to his uniform. He glanced through the shuttle bay control room window as the doors slid open. The sleek, silver shape of a type-9 shuttlecraft, Euryale’s seal emblazoned on its side, turned to slide gracefully into the bay. Mitchell took in a deep, controlled breath as the shuttle touched down.
“The bay’s compressed now, sir,” said the engineer at the bay’s controls. “You’re free to enter.” Mitchell nodded and walked out of the control room, rounding the corner and passing the doors into the shuttle bay. He tugged the bottom of his uniform shirt in an effort to make himself look presentable.
The back of the shuttle opened and someone stepped down the ramp. That someone rounded the corner and Mitchell got his first look at Euryale’s fourth Captain.
Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo stood a good 1.7 meters tall.
His left eye was golden and fully intact while his right eye was covered with an archaic eye patch. The Captain’s black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that didn’t extend below his neck.
He walked up to Mitchell and smiled, holding his hand out in greeting.
“Welcome aboard the Euryale,” Mitchell said.
“Thank you Commander, it’s good to finally be here,” N’Eligahn said.
“This way,” Mitchell said, gesturing towards the doors. N’Eligahn nodded and allowed him to lead the way through. “I have to admit, I was somewhat surprised you asked not to be piped aboard of have any sort of change of command ceremony.”
“I’ve never been a fan of formal ceremonies,” N’Eligahn said. “Are we ready to get underway?”
“Nearly,” Mitchell said. “We’re having a few problems in-“ the lights dimmed in the hallways for several moments before coming back up. N’Eligahn grimaced.
“I see,” he said. “Commander, please see to it personally that we are ready to be underway in one hour.”
“Yes sir,” Mitchell said. “Do you not want to be shown to your quarters first?”
“I think we have more important matters to attend to,” N’Eligahn said. “And so do you.” He stepped into a turbolift. “I’ll see you in my ready room an hour from now,” he raised an eyebrow during a brief pause, “when we’re fully underway,” he added as the door slid shut between them.
“Damn it all,” Mitchell said when the turbolift was away. He shook his head as he started towards main engineering.
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Personal Log of Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo
Supplemental
This ship is a complete and total mess, there’s no other way to put it. I don’t know what’s been happening aboard this ship the past two years, but whatever it was it certainly wasn’t basic maintenance.
On my way to the bridge I passed no less then five officers completely out of uniform regulations, three dismantled and abandoned panels and an officer I swear was intoxicated while on duty.
If I had known this ship would be this disgraceful, I don’t think I would have come. But I’m here now and I’ll be damned if I leave it in as bad or worse shape then it is now.
This crew is about to get a serious wake-up call.
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N’Eligahn stepped onto the sparsely populated bridge. There were only two people, the conn officer and a person half buried in the tactical station behind the captain’s chair.
He walked over to tactical and lightly tapped against the panel. A Vulcan raised his head to look. His eyebrow perked in recognition.
“Sir, it is good to see you aboard,” Re’tok said. “As I am sure you have guessed, the ship needs intensive maintenance to be fully fit for service as per Starfleet regulations.”
“An astute understatement, as always,” N’Eligahn said. “What do you…” he trailed off as he studied the officer at the conn. “Is he sleeping at his post?”
“It would appear so,” Re’tok said.
“Who the hell was in command of this place?” N’Eligahn asked. “Commander, get hold of an Ensign Narod and put him at the conn.”
“Yes sir,” Re’tok said.
“Get him off my bridge,” N’Eligahn said, pointing to the officer at the conn. “I’ll be in my ready room.” He walked through the forward door into what was supposed to be the captain’s private room while the ship was underway.
What he found instead was a disheveled mess of a room whose desktop panel was dismantled like everything else. N’Eligahn cursed again under his breath.
“Computer, open a ship-wide channel,” N’Eligahn said.
“Channel open,” the computer said.
“This is Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo, the new commanding officer of the Euryale,” he said. “My initial inspection of this ship has given me the impression of a piss-poor operation, one I intend to correct. Because of this, the holodecks and Five-forward will be secured until further notice.
“I will also ensure the replicators issue nothing but combat rations until this crew is ready to act like the member of Starfleet it is supposed to be.
“I will be personally inspecting each work station and expect hourly reports from the officers in charge of their various centers. Action will be taken if these stations are not inspection ready or if I do not receive these reports. That is all for now.”
N’Eligahn looked around the room once more and turned back towards the door.
“Computer, locate the security chief,” he said.
“Lieutenant Arinak is currently located in the brig,” the computer said. N’Eligahn sighed and started towards the bridge. Is this never going to end?
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Lieutenant Marissa Arinak stared across the room at the opposite cell. It was empty, but that didn’t matter to her. It gave her a point to focus on in order to keep from roaring in anger again.
The door to the brig hissed open and an alien she had never seen before stepped into the room. The Ensign at the desk looked the alien over for a second before snapping to his feet. The alien turned to Arinak and frowned at her. She caught the glint of insignia on his collar, but didn’t rise to her feet. The alien waved the Ensign out of the room before moving to stand right outside of her cell.
“So you’re supposed to be my security officer?” the alien growled. His single yellow eye seemed to glow in the darkened room. Arinak shrugged.
“I guess technically I am,” she said. “I’m sure if I wasn’t I’d be replaced by now.” The alien narrowed his eye. “I take it you’re supposed to be the new captain?”
“Yes,” he said. Arinak looked him up and down before shrugging again. “I give you a week, maybe a bit more.” The alien said nothing but typed in his entry code into the cell, deactivating the force field. Before she could react he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off her feet, slamming her against the wall.
“Listen, Lieutenant,” he said, hissing out the rank. “I have walked around this ship and seen nothing but a disorderly bunch of children who don’t deserve to be on a starship, let alone in uniform.”
He brought his face close to hers, his lips curled back into a snarl. Arinak could make out his sharp teeth locked together in an angry hiss.
“You will either get your act together and help me get this crew into shape or I will be sure that a cell in the brig is the least of your worries,” he said. He turned away back into the brig itself.
“Get yourself cleaned up and back on duty. I need order on my ship, Lieutenant, and you’re the one that’s going to help me maintain it,” he said. “Is that clear?”
“Yes…” Arinak said. She rose to shaky feet. “Yes sir,” she said when he eyed her again.
“Good, I’ll see you on the bridge in forty-five minutes,” he said. The captain walked briskly from the room.
+++
“He what?” Mitchell asked outside the main turbolift to the bridge forty minutes later.
“Threatened me,” Arinak said. “I think this guy means what he says.”
“And he did it openly in the brig where he knew there were ?” Mitchell asked as the turbolift doors opened and they stepped inside.
“He does have a point, though,” Marissa said, tugging the shirt of her uniform down to straighten it. “Do we really want to be flying through vacuum with a ship that’s falling apart?”
“I think you’re over exaggerating,” Mitchell said. “This ship is not falling apart.” The turbolift suddenly ground to a halt as the lights flickered and died. Arinak glared at him.
“It’s certainly not the Enterprise,” Marissa said.
The doors to the bridge hissed open and the two of them stepped inside.
+++
N’Eligahn watched the smaller ships flutter around spacedock until he heard the hiss of the turbolift. He turned towards it and first eyed the half-Cardassian Lieutenant Arinak make her way to the tactical station while Commander Reladen walked over to him.
“Sir, barring a few more hiccups we should be fully ready to get underway,” Mitchell said.
“Good, thank you,” N’Eligahn said. He turned back to the view screen. “Starbase 217, this is USS Euryale requesting permission to disembark.”
“Euryale, this is Starbase 217, you’re leaving a bit ahead of schedule,” the controller said.
“We’ve been hard at work,” N’Eligahn said.
“Affirmative, Euryale. Good luck, let’s hope you make it past the last rib this time.”
N’Eligahn glanced sideways at Mitchell before he looked at Ensign Narod. He showed more nervousness then N’Eligahn had ever seen in a Trill.
“Ensign, take us out nice and slow,” N’Eligahn said.
“Aye sir,” Narod said. His fingers walked over the controls as intuitively as they had in the shuttle. N’Eligahn smiled. At least someone aboard here knew what they were doing.
There was a slight bump as Euryale was released from the docking clamps and sank slightly when gravity began to take hold again. On the view screen the Starbase slowly but surely passed them overhead before disappearing completely.
N’Eligahn heard a very audible sigh of relief from Mitchell that caused him to smile again. At least that meant some effort had been put in to getting this ship going.
“Nicely done,” N’Eligahn said. He turned to Re’tok. “Commander, take charge of the repair teams. I would like to be sure we’ll have shields if we need them.
“Yes sir,” he said as he was relieved from operations.
“We’re ready for warp, sir,” Narod said.
“Set a course for Psi Vellorum V, warp 7,” N’Eligahn said. “Engage.”
by Neligahn
Stardate 76654.89 (January 22, 2399)
USS Endeavor (NCC-65243)
The sheer size of the Bird of Prey on the view screen made the fur along N’Eligahn Etarudbo’s back bristle. It was just sitting there and in his mind arming their weapons but officially they were preparing to respond to the Captain’s hail.
“Sir, we should at least raise shields,” he said. “At least as a precaution.”
“Commander, your concern is noted,” Captain Kendis said. The Bolian turned to him and smiled. “We’re here to discuss a simple border dispute. I highly doubt the Klingons would risk conflict here.” N’Eligahn began to protest further but right then a large Klingon face appeared on the view screen.
“I am Commander Kal’tak of the warship Vor’ta’kat,” the Klingon said. “Why have you entered Klingon space?”
“Commander, as you are aware, this sector is fully within Federation territory as established by the Neldurian Treaty of 2346,” Captain Kendis said.
“Your ship will leave now,” Kal’tak said.
“Commander, please,” Captain Kendis said. “Certainly this is something we can discuss? I would like to invite you aboard the Endeavor for dinner so that we may discuss this amicably.” The Klingon just growled and disappeared from the screen.
“Sir, I don’t like this situation,” N’Eligahn said. “I especially don’t like us sitting here defenseless.”
“You would do well to remember, Commander, that the Klingons would respond to any aggressive posturing on our part,” Captain Kendis said.
“Sir, receiving a new transmission from the Klingon ship,” the communications officer said.
“On screen,” Captain Kendis said. The Klingon’s head appeared on-screen once more.
“Your proposal is declined,” the Klingon said before cutting the communication off again.
“Sir, two more Birds of Prey de-cloaking behind us.”
“They’re powering up weapons.”
“Sir?” N’Eligahn asked, looking over at the captain. He just stood there and stared at the blank view screen. “Raise sh-“
“Brace for impact!”
A moment later the ship shook violently. A few of the rear consoles sparked and the operations station exploded. Suddenly a bright flash filled the bridge and N’Eligahn fell back into his chair just as a great gust of air rushed out the hole that had been blown into the roof.
The Captain stared at him for a moment before he and two others were sucked into space moments before the force field was in place.
“Pilot get us out of here,” N’Eligahn yelled as he leapt to his feet. The Endeavor shook beneath his feet again as more torpedoes tore into her hull.
“Y-yes sir,” said the nervous young Trill at the helm. N’Eligahn turned towards tactical and found that the officer there had been one of the victims of the early bombardment, his body now wherever the Captain’s was.
He ran up the side and took over tactical, doing a full systems check. Both engineering and the aft torpedo tube had been hit.
“N’Eligahn to Engineering, report,” he said as he keyed in a shield rotation that would keep them somewhat protected from the Klingons for a few seconds. He was answered by silence. “Commander Simms report,” he said.
“He’s dead,” came a coughing female voice. “The first shots cause a port side power conduit to explode, he and half of Alpha shift were working in that area.”
“Fine then, you’re in charge,” N’Eligahn said. “Get me as much power to the engines as you can”
“Yes sir,” the new Chief Engineer said.
“Helmsman, what’s your name?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Narod, sir,” the Trill said.
“What’s nearby?”
“There’s an asteroid belt a few kilometers below us,” Narrod said.
“Take us in there as fast as possible,” N’Eligahn said. He studied the tactical readout and unleashed whatever stored energy the Endeavor had in her phaser banks. The blast cut through the nearest Bird of Prey’s shields and sheered one of its wings off.
The ship shook again as the three remaining Birds of Prey took up point behind her and blasted into her already crippled aft end.
“We’re nearly into the asteroid belt,” Narrod said. “Sir, this is pretty dense and I’m not sure if-”
“Just use your thrusters and don’t rely exclusively on your instruments,” N’Eligahn said as he noted the recharge of the main phaser banks. He fired again, depleting one of the Bird of Prey’s shields but not damaging it.
The Endeavor rocked again but this time from an asteroid impact followed by a series of sharp jarring motions from the Klingon’s weapons. A console behind N’Eligahn exploded.
“Bring us around that large asteroid,” N’Eligahn said as he pointed to the sparking viewscreen. “When we’re around it, separate the ship. Set the saucer parallel with the asteroid. Wait for my signal to fire.”
“Sir?” Narod asked as N’Eligahn ran towards the emergency turbolift to the battle bridge.
“You have the bridge, Ensign,” N’Eligahn said before the doors shut and the turbolift started moving. “Computer, open a shipwide channel,” he said. “This is Commander Etarudbo, prepare for ship separation. Beta shift report to the battle bridge all non-essential personnel evacuate to the saucer section. Etarudbo out.”
The turbolift stopped and N’Eligahn stepped into the battle bridge, taking a seat at the helm.
“Computer, re-route all weapon controls to the helm,” N’Eligahn said. “Initiate emergency separation in three minutes.” He watched the three Birds of Prey edge even closer.
“Sir, you there?” came the new Chief Engineer’s voice.
“Yes,” N’Eligahn said.
“I can get the battle section full impulse but warp won’t be possible,” she said.
“Weapons?”
“All phasers are relatively operational and the aft launcher is useless,” she said.
“‘Relatively operational’?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Our power is fluctuating right now, the phasers may overload,” she said.
“Thanks for the warning,” N’Eligahn said.
“Separation in thirty seconds,” the computer said.
“Ensign Narod, you ready?” N’Eligahn asked over the communicator.
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Engage separation,” N’Eligahn said. The ship shuddered around him for a moment before it felt almost like a freefall. “Get into position,” he said to Narod. The saucer fired a burst from its thrusters before engaging its impulse engines and moving away from the battle section into the cover of the large asteroid.
“All right,” N’Eligahn growled as he spun the battle section around. The three remaining Birds of Prey shot straight for him, their disruptors firing.
The shield flashed nearly blinded him but N’Eligahn keyed in a firing sequence and unloaded the battle sections weaponry on the far left Bird of Prey. The barrage tore into the shields and blew the ship apart in a fiery explosion.
Both Birds of Prey shot past the battle section and started to turn around, their weapons coming to bear on the battle section’s exposed aft. N’Eligahn routed as much energy as he dared into the engines, trying to get her to turn and face her attackers. He neglected to notice a renegade asteroid that flew past the battle section’s neck and slammed into its port nacelle.
N’Eligahn flew out of the chair as the battle section shook violently around him. The walls sparked and exploded while he climbed into his chair again.
“Come on,” he groaned as he diverted all excess power into the ship’s engines, turning her back to face the Klingons which were now blowing apart more of the ship’s aft end including its remaining nacelle.
As the battle section finally came around to face the Klingons, the ship shuddered again.
“Sir, we lost the forward phaser bank,” the chief engineer said.
“Relatively operational indeed,” N’Eligahn said. He keyed in a torpedo firing sequence at the lead Bird of Prey. The first few missed or bounced off the shields but the last three tore through the shields and into the bridge, leaving the rest of the ship spinning and burning in space.
The last Bird of Prey headed directly towards the now motionless battle section, its disrupters and torpedoes tearing into its shields and hull. At the last moment a dark shape appeared directly above the Bird of Prey. Before N’Eligahn could fully make it out, three fully powered phaser blasts slammed into the Bird of Prey’s forward shields. N’Eligahn followed up with another volley of torpedoes.
The Bird of Prey started to break apart but it was too close to the battle section. The burning hulk skimmed along the bottom of the battle section but the bridge portion slammed right into the front part of the neck, a few meters from the battle bridge.
A bright flash filled N’Eligahn’s vision as his console exploded and he was thrown aside into a dark, suffocating blankness.
+++
Stardate 76660.17 (January 29, 2399)
Starbase 217
Commander Mitchell Reladen straightened his uniform outside the Starbase Commander’s office. He smiled at a few passing officers while he waited to be called inside. Finally, he thought. They’ll finally give her to me.
“Commander, please come in now,” Captain Arleigh Terry said from his office. Mitchell entered the very small and empty office. Captain Terry never cared much for decoration, he was always more down to business. It was something Mitchell admired about the man.
Seated next to the Captain was an Andorian Rear Admiral that Mitchell had never seen before. The Andorian glared at him before turning back to Captain Terry. The Captain was standing in front of the large picture window behind his desk that looked out into the main bay of the starbase.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Commander,” Captain Terry said.
“You had said it was urgent sir,” Mitchell said. He tried to keep his eagerness hidden but failed miserably.
“It is,” Captain Terry said. “You’re to be given your own command.” Mitchell’s heart leapt. “You’ll be reporting aboard the ship in two weeks time.”
“Sir?” Mitchell asked.
“You’re taking command of the USS Obstinate,” Captain Terry said. “She’s currently undergoing some minor maintenance after a fracas in the Milotus Nebula.”
“A Defiant-class?” Mitchell asked, his heart dropped into his stomach. “What about the Euryale?”
“We thought it best to re-organize its command,” the Rear Admiral said. “The ship’s gone through three commanding officers in two years and it doesn’t have the best reputation in the fleet.” His glare at Mitchell intensified.
“Who’s going to be taking her then?” Mitchell asked.
“Sir, the Endeavor is ready to enter spacedock,” said a low voice over the Captain’s communicator.
“Excellent, lieutenant,” Captain Terry said. “Thank you.”
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the large doors leading into spacedock. They slid open to reveal a beaten and battered Galaxy-class battle section towed by a Nebula-class and two Defiants.
Mitchell stared at the ship as it passed the large window. Portions of it were still sparking and a glittering plasma trail still flowed from where the port nacelle used to be. He had read the report on the ship’s stand at the Neldurian Belt.
“She’s salvageable, barely,” Captain Terry said. “Klingon aggressiveness has been reported all over our borders. Our diplomats are making every effort to maintain the peace but their warriors have other plans.”
“We have enough ships but not enough Captains,” the Rear Admiral said. “We’ve been putting anyone that shows even the slightest aptitude for command in the center chair and it hasn’t had the best results.”
“So who’s going to be commanding the Euryale?” Mitchell asked.
“Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo,” Captain Terry said. “The same person that managed to bring the Endeavor back salvageable rather then as scrap.”
“When he takes command, you’re going to be aboard to help him become accustomed to the ship,” the Rear Admiral said. “After that you’ll report aboard the Obstinate.”
“Very well, sir,” Mitchell said. Only his greatest effort kept the anger and betrayal he felt hidden. And greater effort to keep from destroying this usurper, he thought.
+++
“Go away,” N’Eligahn growled as the door buzzer rang for the fourth time. “I’m busy,” he said as he rolled over in bed and pulled the covers over his head.
“Open this door before I start to really get impatient,” said a female voice. The voice had a distinct edge to it that N’Eligahn instantly recognized. He leapt out of his bed and ran to the door.
The two door halves slid open to reveal the one who was, in N’Eligahn’s opinion, the most beautiful creature in the galaxy. The fact that she was glowering at him didn’t change that interpretation in the slightest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” N’Eligahn asked as he took her bag from her and brought it into his room.
“I didn’t think you’d still be asleep at ten in the morning,” Relys Allana said. She walked into the room behind him. “I wanted to surprise you,” she added.
N’Eligahn turned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He touched his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.
“You succeeded,” he said before kissing her deeply. “Like you always do.” As they drew slightly apart, she reached up and touched the patch that now covered his left eye. He reached up and pulled her hand away. “Just a little souvenir from the Endeavor.”
“Who’d you anger this time?” Allana asked.
“No one,” N’Eligahn said. “They fired first, I promise.”
“I’ll bet,” she said withdrawing slowly from him and walking over to the window. She pulled the curtains aside to reveal the bulk of the Endeavor’s battle section swarmed by work bees.
“What is it?” N’Eligahn asked.
“Next time it could be worse then a souvenir,” she said.
“I doubt it,” he said walking over to her. “I don’t intend to ever have another console blow up in my face.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and drew her close again.
“You had better not, or I will raise as much hell as I possibly can before they lock me in the brig,” Allana said.
“I always like you best when you’re angry,” N’Eligahn said.
“You are such a liar,” she said, bringing herself closer to him.
Right at that moment the last possible sound he wanted to hear broke through the atmosphere. Allana smiled and gestured towards the door as the bell rang again.
“Enter,” N’Eligahn said. The doors hissed open and a tall, tan-skinned Vulcan entered the room. He was in his uniform, spiffy and immaculate as it always was.
He glanced first at N’Eligahn then at Allana. His left eyebrow rose slightly.
“Am I disturbing you?” he asked.
“No, Re’tok, not at all,” N’Eligahn said. “Please come in.”
“I was just coming to check on you and see that you have settled in,” he said.
“Allana, this is-“ N’Eligahn began but she stepped forward and held her hand out for him.
“Lieutenant Commander Re’tok, you kept N’Eligahn heading in the right direction at the Academy,” she said.
“Well, I don’t know about-“ N’Eligahn began.
“Then and on several other occasions since,” Re’tok said.
“Always good to know there’s someone he’ll actually listen to,” Allana said.
“That point is up for debate,” Re’tok said. “In fact there are times where he ignored my advice and went ahead anyway.”
“Oh, you’ll have to tell me about those some time,” Allana said. “Where are you headed next?”
“I have been requested to serve aboard the USS Euryale as operations officer by its new captain,” Re’tok said, casting a glance at N’Eligahn.
“Your new…” Allana said, turning from Re’tok to N’Eligahn as the thought sank in. “You’re serious?”
“Yes, he is the new commanding officer of the Euryale,” Re’tok said.
“When were you going to let me in on this little surprise?” Allana asked.
“He didn’t want to alarm you, after-“ Re’tok began.
“Don’t you have some diagnostics or something you have to run?” N’Eligahn asked. He shot a glare at the Vulcan.
“Ah, yes, I do have that appointment,” Re’tok said. “If you will excuse me, ma’m.” He bowed his head and backed from the room. Allana rounded on N’Eligahn.
“Which comes to the question again, when were you going to tell me?” she asked.
“Today, honestly,” N’Eligahn said. “I thought the Comfort still had two months out.”
“We were ahead on our research so Captain Enders brought us back early,” Allana said. “So when do you officially take command?”
“Four days,” N’Eligahn said. “We’ll take a quick hop around the system and rendezvous with the rest of our staff aboard the DeLancie before returning.” Allana sighed and shook her head.
“You’re a real piece of work,” she said. “Having a console blow up in your face less then a week ago and you’re just as ready to stick your face in another.”
“You know it. I’m useless without a pair of nacelles behind me,” N’Eligahn said with a small smile. “Still, we do have four days.”
“And a most interesting four days it will be,” she said, returning the smile.
+++
76693.36 (February 1, 2399)
USS DeLancie
The small yet nimble Centaur-class light cruiser maintained its orbit around Psi Vellorum V. The planet was unique due to its somewhat oblong shape and four large captured asteroids that serve as its moons.
Captain Wallace watched from the center chair as the peaceful blue-green planet rotated in the view screen.
“We’ve almost concluded our scans of the eastern continent,” said his interim science officer, Lieutenant Ty’renyk Eladeou. She’d been assigned temporarily to the DeLancie while the Euryale got its act together. Wallace shook his head. He couldn’t figure out why they didn’t just scrap that whole bucket.
“Very well, after they’re done, bring us about and set a course for the 3rd moon,” Wallace said. “I’d like to get some scans of those caves.”
“Aye sir,” his helmsman said.
“Sir, my sensors just picked up…something,” Ty’renyk said.
“What exactly is ‘something’?” Wallace asked.
“A possible cloaked vessel,” Ty’renyk said. “Correction, four.”
“She’s right, four vessels de-cloaking off the starboard bow,” said his tactical officer.
“Who?” Wallace asked.
“I have a Negh’var, Raptor and two Birds of Prey,” the tactical officer said.
“They’re hailing us,” Ty’renyk said.
“On screen,” Wallace said. The gruff face of an old scarred Klingon appeared. He gave Wallace a toothy grin. “This is Commander Gordon Wallace of the USS DeLancie. May I ask what this is about?” The Klingon laughed.
“Honor, Commander,” the Klingon roared in his laughter. “I am Kul’dek, son of Mer’dak and I wish to face you in honorable combat. If you win you go free. If I win I will do with your ship and crew as I please.”
“This is absurd,” Wallace said. “You can be sure the Klingon authorities will not-“ the Klingon began laughing again.
“We do not represent the Empire, Commander,” Kul’dek said. “We are simply warriors seeking combat as true Klingons should.”
“And if we refuse to comply to your threats?” Wallace said.
“Then we will fire on and destroy your vessel,” Kul’dek said.
“That’s not very honorable.”
“But it is combat,” Kul’dek said. Wallace had to response to that.
“Very well,” Wallace said. “What are your terms?”
“Captain,” his security officer said, but Wallace waved him off.
“You will beam over here and we will do battle,” Kul’dek said. “You coming here will help to ensure your ships does not do anything...hasty. I’m sending you the coordinates now. Please do not keep me waiting.” The image disappeared from the view screen and Wallace was left in stunned silence.
+++
Personal Log of Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo
Stardate 76695.31 (February 2, 2399)
I am aboard Starbase 217 preparing to board a shuttlecraft bound for the Excalibur-class cruiser USS Euryale. I have to admit there’s a certain feeling of unease in taking over this command. A stench of failure seems to permeate the air around the ship and I’m afraid I won’t be able to escape it.
Due to this, most of my suggestions have been approved by Starfleet and are in the process of being implemented. They see my assignment here as a last ditch effort to save the ship’s failing reputation. I personally see it as a way to finally make a real difference in Starfleet.
I can only hope that my staff and crew will see it as the same opportunity that I do.
+++
N’Eligahn shifted uncomfortably in the shuttle’s passenger chair. He looked over at the pilot as a slight bump signaled their takeoff from the shuttle bay. It was the same young, dark haired Trill that had been at the helm aboard the Endeavor, Ensign Jerrel Narod. After what he’d done with the saucer section of the Endeavor, N’Eligahn had requested him for the conn.
Narod flew the shuttle through the hangar bay doors. While he looked out of the viewport, his fingers flew over the controls making minor adjustments in course and speed until the shuttle fully cleared the hangar area.
The shuttle nosed upwards and made a graceful curve around the Starbase’s main control tower until it came around to its secondary docking arm. N’Eligahn followed the edge of the station until it gave way to a full view of the currently docked vessel. He couldn’t help but smile as the ship he was to command appeared.
She was more graceful then he had expected her to be, especially after looking at all the information he could on the Excalibur and her kin. It seemed as if the designers of the USS Euryale had taken a bit of liberty with her design.
Her twin warp nacelles were more swept back and lowered then the higher ones of the class. The Euryale’s saucer was positioned to an almost even keel with the nacelles and stretched a bit forward. Instead of the standard grey, her hull was lighter in shade with gold and place markings along her saucer and hull.
Narod turned the shuttle slightly so its viewport was fully centered on the Euryale.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she sir?” he said.
“What was that?” N’Eligahn asked, his thoughts broken.
“The ship,” he said. “I’ve ferried most of the staff from the station to the ship and I’m awed by her every time.”
“You have a chance at her controls yet?” N’Eligahn asked, pointing at the Euryale.
“Not yet, sir,” Narod said. “But I’m looking forward to it,” he added with a smile.
“Take us into the shuttle bay, then, Ensign,” N’Eligahn said, gesturing to the Euryale once again. Narod turned his full attention back to the view port.
“Shuttlecraft Gorgon, this is Euryale docking control, we have received your clearance codes and you are cleared for entry,” said a stern female voice. “Please make your way to shuttle bay two.”
“Thank you Euryale,” Jerrel said. “We are on approach.”
+++
Commander Mitchell Reladen tugged absentmindedly at the collar to his uniform. He glanced through the shuttle bay control room window as the doors slid open. The sleek, silver shape of a type-9 shuttlecraft, Euryale’s seal emblazoned on its side, turned to slide gracefully into the bay. Mitchell took in a deep, controlled breath as the shuttle touched down.
“The bay’s compressed now, sir,” said the engineer at the bay’s controls. “You’re free to enter.” Mitchell nodded and walked out of the control room, rounding the corner and passing the doors into the shuttle bay. He tugged the bottom of his uniform shirt in an effort to make himself look presentable.
The back of the shuttle opened and someone stepped down the ramp. That someone rounded the corner and Mitchell got his first look at Euryale’s fourth Captain.
Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo stood a good 1.7 meters tall.
His left eye was golden and fully intact while his right eye was covered with an archaic eye patch. The Captain’s black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that didn’t extend below his neck.
He walked up to Mitchell and smiled, holding his hand out in greeting.
“Welcome aboard the Euryale,” Mitchell said.
“Thank you Commander, it’s good to finally be here,” N’Eligahn said.
“This way,” Mitchell said, gesturing towards the doors. N’Eligahn nodded and allowed him to lead the way through. “I have to admit, I was somewhat surprised you asked not to be piped aboard of have any sort of change of command ceremony.”
“I’ve never been a fan of formal ceremonies,” N’Eligahn said. “Are we ready to get underway?”
“Nearly,” Mitchell said. “We’re having a few problems in-“ the lights dimmed in the hallways for several moments before coming back up. N’Eligahn grimaced.
“I see,” he said. “Commander, please see to it personally that we are ready to be underway in one hour.”
“Yes sir,” Mitchell said. “Do you not want to be shown to your quarters first?”
“I think we have more important matters to attend to,” N’Eligahn said. “And so do you.” He stepped into a turbolift. “I’ll see you in my ready room an hour from now,” he raised an eyebrow during a brief pause, “when we’re fully underway,” he added as the door slid shut between them.
“Damn it all,” Mitchell said when the turbolift was away. He shook his head as he started towards main engineering.
+++
Personal Log of Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo
Supplemental
This ship is a complete and total mess, there’s no other way to put it. I don’t know what’s been happening aboard this ship the past two years, but whatever it was it certainly wasn’t basic maintenance.
On my way to the bridge I passed no less then five officers completely out of uniform regulations, three dismantled and abandoned panels and an officer I swear was intoxicated while on duty.
If I had known this ship would be this disgraceful, I don’t think I would have come. But I’m here now and I’ll be damned if I leave it in as bad or worse shape then it is now.
This crew is about to get a serious wake-up call.
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N’Eligahn stepped onto the sparsely populated bridge. There were only two people, the conn officer and a person half buried in the tactical station behind the captain’s chair.
He walked over to tactical and lightly tapped against the panel. A Vulcan raised his head to look. His eyebrow perked in recognition.
“Sir, it is good to see you aboard,” Re’tok said. “As I am sure you have guessed, the ship needs intensive maintenance to be fully fit for service as per Starfleet regulations.”
“An astute understatement, as always,” N’Eligahn said. “What do you…” he trailed off as he studied the officer at the conn. “Is he sleeping at his post?”
“It would appear so,” Re’tok said.
“Who the hell was in command of this place?” N’Eligahn asked. “Commander, get hold of an Ensign Narod and put him at the conn.”
“Yes sir,” Re’tok said.
“Get him off my bridge,” N’Eligahn said, pointing to the officer at the conn. “I’ll be in my ready room.” He walked through the forward door into what was supposed to be the captain’s private room while the ship was underway.
What he found instead was a disheveled mess of a room whose desktop panel was dismantled like everything else. N’Eligahn cursed again under his breath.
“Computer, open a ship-wide channel,” N’Eligahn said.
“Channel open,” the computer said.
“This is Commander N’Eligahn Etarudbo, the new commanding officer of the Euryale,” he said. “My initial inspection of this ship has given me the impression of a piss-poor operation, one I intend to correct. Because of this, the holodecks and Five-forward will be secured until further notice.
“I will also ensure the replicators issue nothing but combat rations until this crew is ready to act like the member of Starfleet it is supposed to be.
“I will be personally inspecting each work station and expect hourly reports from the officers in charge of their various centers. Action will be taken if these stations are not inspection ready or if I do not receive these reports. That is all for now.”
N’Eligahn looked around the room once more and turned back towards the door.
“Computer, locate the security chief,” he said.
“Lieutenant Arinak is currently located in the brig,” the computer said. N’Eligahn sighed and started towards the bridge. Is this never going to end?
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Lieutenant Marissa Arinak stared across the room at the opposite cell. It was empty, but that didn’t matter to her. It gave her a point to focus on in order to keep from roaring in anger again.
The door to the brig hissed open and an alien she had never seen before stepped into the room. The Ensign at the desk looked the alien over for a second before snapping to his feet. The alien turned to Arinak and frowned at her. She caught the glint of insignia on his collar, but didn’t rise to her feet. The alien waved the Ensign out of the room before moving to stand right outside of her cell.
“So you’re supposed to be my security officer?” the alien growled. His single yellow eye seemed to glow in the darkened room. Arinak shrugged.
“I guess technically I am,” she said. “I’m sure if I wasn’t I’d be replaced by now.” The alien narrowed his eye. “I take it you’re supposed to be the new captain?”
“Yes,” he said. Arinak looked him up and down before shrugging again. “I give you a week, maybe a bit more.” The alien said nothing but typed in his entry code into the cell, deactivating the force field. Before she could react he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off her feet, slamming her against the wall.
“Listen, Lieutenant,” he said, hissing out the rank. “I have walked around this ship and seen nothing but a disorderly bunch of children who don’t deserve to be on a starship, let alone in uniform.”
He brought his face close to hers, his lips curled back into a snarl. Arinak could make out his sharp teeth locked together in an angry hiss.
“You will either get your act together and help me get this crew into shape or I will be sure that a cell in the brig is the least of your worries,” he said. He turned away back into the brig itself.
“Get yourself cleaned up and back on duty. I need order on my ship, Lieutenant, and you’re the one that’s going to help me maintain it,” he said. “Is that clear?”
“Yes…” Arinak said. She rose to shaky feet. “Yes sir,” she said when he eyed her again.
“Good, I’ll see you on the bridge in forty-five minutes,” he said. The captain walked briskly from the room.
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“He what?” Mitchell asked outside the main turbolift to the bridge forty minutes later.
“Threatened me,” Arinak said. “I think this guy means what he says.”
“And he did it openly in the brig where he knew there were ?” Mitchell asked as the turbolift doors opened and they stepped inside.
“He does have a point, though,” Marissa said, tugging the shirt of her uniform down to straighten it. “Do we really want to be flying through vacuum with a ship that’s falling apart?”
“I think you’re over exaggerating,” Mitchell said. “This ship is not falling apart.” The turbolift suddenly ground to a halt as the lights flickered and died. Arinak glared at him.
“It’s certainly not the Enterprise,” Marissa said.
The doors to the bridge hissed open and the two of them stepped inside.
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N’Eligahn watched the smaller ships flutter around spacedock until he heard the hiss of the turbolift. He turned towards it and first eyed the half-Cardassian Lieutenant Arinak make her way to the tactical station while Commander Reladen walked over to him.
“Sir, barring a few more hiccups we should be fully ready to get underway,” Mitchell said.
“Good, thank you,” N’Eligahn said. He turned back to the view screen. “Starbase 217, this is USS Euryale requesting permission to disembark.”
“Euryale, this is Starbase 217, you’re leaving a bit ahead of schedule,” the controller said.
“We’ve been hard at work,” N’Eligahn said.
“Affirmative, Euryale. Good luck, let’s hope you make it past the last rib this time.”
N’Eligahn glanced sideways at Mitchell before he looked at Ensign Narod. He showed more nervousness then N’Eligahn had ever seen in a Trill.
“Ensign, take us out nice and slow,” N’Eligahn said.
“Aye sir,” Narod said. His fingers walked over the controls as intuitively as they had in the shuttle. N’Eligahn smiled. At least someone aboard here knew what they were doing.
There was a slight bump as Euryale was released from the docking clamps and sank slightly when gravity began to take hold again. On the view screen the Starbase slowly but surely passed them overhead before disappearing completely.
N’Eligahn heard a very audible sigh of relief from Mitchell that caused him to smile again. At least that meant some effort had been put in to getting this ship going.
“Nicely done,” N’Eligahn said. He turned to Re’tok. “Commander, take charge of the repair teams. I would like to be sure we’ll have shields if we need them.
“Yes sir,” he said as he was relieved from operations.
“We’re ready for warp, sir,” Narod said.
“Set a course for Psi Vellorum V, warp 7,” N’Eligahn said. “Engage.”
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Re: These are the Voyages: various authors
by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:27 pm
CAPTAIN JOSEPH DAYSTROM SISKO
by Evshell
CHAPTER 1 : USS PROPHECY
*WARNING: This contains spoilers about all STO Lieutenant level misssions
Starfleet Profile - U.S.S. Prophecy
Name: U.S.S. Prophecy
Serial: NX-93976
Make:
Saucer: Centaur
Nacelles: ShiKahr
Strut: Miranda
Pylon: ShiKahr
Constructed: 2402
Current Captain: Lieutenant Joseph Daystrom Sisko - Bajoran/Human (2409-Present)
Previous Captains:
Captain Jack T. Bennet - Human (2407-2409)
Captain Kira Torel - Bajoran (2402-2407)
Starfleet Profile - Acting Captain Joseph Daystrom Sisko
Full Name: Joseph Daystrom Sisko
Common Name: Joey Day
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Bajoran/Human
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Chemistry
Molecular Biology
Cybernetics
Biography:
Joey was born on 2383 to Jake and Korena Sisko. Jake was the son of Benjamin Sisko, the great Emissary of the Prophet of Bajor and commander of Deep Space Nine. His mother was a Bajoran named Galeesh Korena. Korena was a poet and former member of the Maquis, who became romantically involved with Jake while they were both attending a writing seminar.
His uncle Nog encouraged him to join Starfleet, to the regret of Jake who wanted him to follow in his path, as Joey had always been a talented writer. However, Joey inherited his sense of exploration from his mother. As Joey is half Bajoran and his grandfather was the Emissary of the Prophets, but is also a great scientific mind, he is a non-practicing follower of the Bajoran faith. Joey was a gifted student and always had a knack for science which led him to study in San Francisco and join Starfleet. After graduation, Joey became the science officer on the U.S.S. Defiant, captianed by his uncle Nog. While on a mission in the Gamma Quadrant the Defiant came upon a Jem'Hadar rebel group who were sympathetic to the old ways of the Dominion and paid for its Ketracel by raiding unsuspecting federation cargo ships.
The Jem'Hadar had the Defiant surrounded and its cloak was disabled. Nog had no choice but to surrender to the rebels. While the Jem'Hadar were busy taking prisoners on the Defiant, Joey concocted a solution that would counteract the effects of the Ketracel in the systems of the Jem'Hadar. Before he was captured, Joey released the odorless solution into the ventilation system of the Defiant. Soon the Jem'Hadar began to succumb to Ketracel withdrawal and pass out. The remaining starfleet officers including Nog, Joey, and some of the bridge crew were able to retake the Defiant and rescue the prisoners.
Joey's quick thinking and heroic actions earned him the rank of Ensign, and later the opportunity to pilot his own vessel, the U.S.S. Prophecy, originally captained by a Bajoran as well, after the battle with the Borg at Vega colony.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87686.96
Captain's First Log
As new acting captain of the U.S.S. Prophecy it is with joy and regret that I assume this position. My entire senior staff has been lost to the Borg. Mourning, however, must come later, as I must assume command of my ship. My new First Officer, Correl Imjim, a capable Bolian engineer is at my side as I take on new responsibilities well beyond my pay grade.
What lies ahead is difficult to imagine but I'm sure before this day is up I will either be stronger due to the immense trials that lay before me, or dead. Either way, my first mission is to rescue the S.S. Azura, and I will do my best to save every single person on that ship or die trying.
Starfleet Profile - Engineer Correl Imjim
Full Name: Correl Imjim
Common Name: Imjim
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Bolian
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Engineering
Transporter Mechanics
Biomolecular Engineering
Biography:
Imjim was born on Bolarus IX in 2387 and has just recently graduated from Starfleet last year. He served as Starfleet Liaison to the Chief Engineer of the S.S. Azura for one year. He was transferred to the U.S.S. Prophecy under the command of Lieutenant Joseph Daystrom Sisko after his heroic rescue of the Azura from the hands of the Orion Syndicate.
He now serves as the ship's Transporter Chief and second shift Engineering officer.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
First Mission Report
My first mission to rescue the captain and crew of the S.S. Azura was a success! The Orions will think twice about ransacking a ship in Federation space now.
Word of my success has spread so much that many new Ensigns are lining up to serve aboard the U.S.S. Prophecy. One such officer, T'Lana, is my new Tactical Officer. She is a very capable Vulcan with a rather famous ancestry. I look forward to learning much from her when it comes to tactical starship operations and strategies as my area of expertise is in the realm of Science and Technology. Rumor has it she has intimate knowledge of the tactics of the great Captain James T. Kirk. I look forward to discussing more about that with her on what will hopefully be many more missions to come.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87686.96
Patrolling the Vulcan Sector
Starfleet has tasked me with the seemingly dull task of patrolling the Vulcan Sector. As this task appeals to my Tactical Officer, I am obliged to not complain.
In addition, normally this would be a definitely dull task, but in times of war, the enemy encroaches upon Sol and Vulcan more and more. Who knows? If things are quiet enough maybe we can stop by Risa...
Starfleet Profile - Tactical Officer, T'Lana
Full Name: T'Lana ko-fu rehkuh T'Pol
Common Name: T'Lana
Age: 52
Gender: Female
Race: Vulcan
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Tactical
Battle Strategies
Navigating Spatial Anomalies
Martial Arts
Suus mahna
Fujitsu
Mok'bara
Security
Starship Security
History
Ancient Battles and Tactics
Biography:
T'Lana is the ko-fu rehkuh of T'Pol, the first Vulcan ever to serve aboard a starfleet vessel. "Ko-fu rehkuh" loosly translates to Third Daughter, or great-granddaughter. Following the death of her lover, Charles 'Trip' Tucker III, T'Pol ventured back to Vulcan to accept a position at the Vulcan Science Directorate. Her influence there helped spread understanding and tolerance of the Vulcan Mind Meld, a practice that was previously deemed undesirable. T'Lana inherited the innate ability of the Mind Meld which was passed on from T'Pol to T'Lana through 3 generations of females.
T'Lana's mother and grandmother both studied at the Vulcan Science Academy and went on to similar positions in the Vulcan Science Council. T'Lana's mother was an ambassador and consultant to the Federation during the time when Captain James T. Kirk was piloting the Enterprise.
T'Lana was born in 2357, and later broke tradition when, in 2389, she decided to study at Starfleet Academy rather than the Vulcan Science Academy. Due to increased hostilities with the Klingons, and despite her natural prediliction toward science, she focused her studies on Tactical and Strategic maneuvers. She spent an unusual 8 years in the academy earning 4 different degrees and graduating in 2397.
Earlier in her life she had the fortune of performing a mind meld with Spock, which in turn let her delve into the mind of James T. Kirk. This experience helped her excel in this field of study beyond any of the expectations of her instructors at the Academy. Despite her devotion to logic, and greater control of her emotions than her great-grandmother, she saw the tactical advantages behind the consequences of anger, defiance, and audacity that she saw in Kirk.
For 12 years she served as third- and second- shift Tactical Officer as well as Chief of Security on several different ships before finding herself on the U.S.S. Prophecy after the devastation of Vega colony and the fight with the Borg. Despite her experience and rank at the time of Lieutenant Commander, logic dictated that she accepted a voluntary demotion to Ensign in order to server on a ship captained by an Ensign.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kei System
The Orions were playing their usual extortion game in the Kei system and were attacking a Federation mining colony that refused to pay up.
Apparently they have not learned that harassing Federation citizens in the Sirius Sector Block is a bad idea. We had to remind them of that. Several other starships captained by Vengence, Starz, and Bran helped in the defeat of the bullying Orions.
Next stop, Beytan V.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Beytan V
The miners on this planet had various greivances ranging from lack of entertainment to possible attacks from Naussicans and Orions. It is disheartening to hear how much the war has affected the common citizen. I hope that we can come to agreement to stop the strike that is occurring there and I also hope that this war will end soon so that the prosperity we enjoyed so much when I was a child will return.
I venture onward ot the Bhea system to my next challenge. So far this patrol has not turned out to be quite as easy and mundane as I anticipated.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Bhea System
The Orions had set up 7 drydocks around a planet in the Bhea system. We were ordered to destroy the drydocks and the patrols guarding them.
Defeating the Orions has become more of a nuisance than a challenge. I even feel a little sorry for them, as the Klingons have roped them into this war. Hopefully they will learn their lesson soon or suffer utter humiliating defeat.
My final stop in this patrol is the Pico system. Hopefully the Orions are not also making trouble there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Pico System
The Pico system proved to be rather quiet. A mining vessel was lost and required an escort back home, but otherwise the time was uneventful.
It did serve to catch the notice of a promising new Engineering Officer, named Kilani. He has a surrogate uncle in Chakotay, the First Officer of the USS Voyager during its tenure in the Delta Quadrant. I will look forward to discussing that more with him.
Imjim has asked to step down from Bridge Officer so he can focus more on making the ship more effecient. His dedication to the ship over his own advancement is admirable. I've asked Kilani to step take his place and I've promoted my Tactical Officer, T'Lana to First Officer.
Well that completes my tour of duty in the Vulcan Sector. For my next mission, the Admiral wants me to escort a Vulcan Ambassador to P'Jem which is a great honor.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Engineer, Nicolas Kilani Cooper
Full Name: Nicolas Kilani Cooper
Common Name: Kilani
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Mayan)
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Engineering
Warp Core Mechanics
Energy Fields
Physics (minor)
Biography:
Kilani was a descendant of a Mayan tribeswoman named Hachi Kilani who married George Cooper, an Engineer from San Francisco. He took his mother's maiden name after her death in 2392, when he was only 11. Up to that point, his mother taught him the traditions of the Mayan tribe she came from, which happens to be the tribe of Chakotay of the USS Voyager.
Chakotay met Kilani's mother at a meeting for Mayan people in San Fansisco, when he was 2 years old, so he grew up knowing Chakotay his whole life. Chakotay was always like an uncle to him and influenced him to join Starfleet.
His father, although not in Starfleet himself, was a capable engineer and taught Kilani the tricks to the trade when he was a teenager. Accordingly, he was ahead of his peers and excelled at it when he joined Starfleet Academy.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.02
Vulcan Diplomatic Envoy
I have been tasked with escorting a Vulcan diplomat to P'Jem so that he may transport rare Vulcan artifcats back to the monastery there. Babbysitting missions is not really my thing, but this should be some easy diplomatic experience that may finally raise my standing in the Starfleet ranks and also may attract the attention of a capable Science Officer. We shall see what lies await in P'Jem.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Scum
On my way to take the ambassador to P'Jem I have been intercepted by Klingon ships claiming he is an Undine, or what we know as Species 8472! The nerve of these people! After destroying their ships and beaming down to P'Jem we have encountered several more footsoldiers and have fought brilliantly against them.
Ensign T'Lana's tactical and hand-to-hand combat experience was invaluable against the Klingons, who are known across the Sector Grid as one of the best hand-to-hand fighting races in history. My choice to appoint her to First Officer has so far been a good one. I am recommending her for an accomodation when we get back to Starbase 01.
Unfortunately it seems the Klingons have killed several Vulcan monks, a trevesty that they must be brought to justice for! These are peaceful people and it is terrible that they could be struck down so, just for believing in their ambassador.
We will do what we can to save the rest of them and convince these Klingon dogs that the ambassador is not an Undine. To think... my grandfather was once a very good friend to the Klingon Worf. I guess being raised on Earth taught Worf a thing or two about honor that the Klingons seem to have lost.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
The Klingons Were Right!
It seems the ambassador was an Undine. This portents to grave consequences if the Undine have infiltrated Starfleet and other parts of the Federation. We chased the Undine to his ship where it tried to launch a surprise attack on the Prophecy. We held out until help arrived and we proceeded to attack and destroy the Undine vessel. It appears that we have gathered some data that is very important to Starfleet, so at least that's something.
The data points to a Dilithium refinery in the Lackey system, so we are on course as I speak.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.06
The Lackey System
On the intelligence gathered from the Undine ship, we are on a classified mission to the Lackey system. Hopefully we may find more information to help stem the tide of infiltration from the Undine.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dilithium Mines, the Gorn, and the Paulson Nebula
We found a set of Dilithium mines and a vessel being attacked by the Gorn. The USS Valor was in dire need of assistance so we fought of the Gorn ships and proceeded to collect much needed Dilithium to allow the USS Valor to return home. They indicated that they were in the Paulson Nebula, which we will venture to next.
Apparently there is a Decalithium mining facility on Lackey III that has been also taken by the Gorn, so we will have to make a pit stop there and retake the facility for the Federation. As a benefit for our troubles, we will also receive stores of Decalithium that will help us successfully navigate the Paulson Nebula.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium Aboard
The Gorn have been routed from Lackey III. We encountered a rather small resistance at first, but then they began sending in their Draguas Cruisers to try to finish us off. The photon mines were a bit much to deal with but we pulled through and destroyed them.
Ensign Kilani's engineering expertise allowed him to detect a jamming station that was causing the transport of the Decalithium crystals to fail. We were able to beam down spatial charges to destroy the jamming station, but that caused yet another Draguas Cruiser to warp in, in a last ditch effort to stop us from retrieving the crystals. The Gorn are nothing if not persistent.
After a relatively easy fight the last of the Gorn are gone and now we can focus on refitting our engines with the Decalithium.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
False Sensor Readings
On a side note, the effects of the nearby Paulson Nebula seem to playing havok on our sensors. We keep getting false anomalous readings that take us to the edge of the system on a wild goose chase. Hopefully it is a temporary thing and our sensors are not completely ruined.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
More Gorn and Suspicious Objects
Warping into the Paulson Nebula we were immediately set upon by 3 Vishop Frigates. We fought them off and scanned the nearby suspicious object. It seems to be a ruined mine containing large metallic deposits. We will continue to look for these objects and most likely run into more Gorn along the way.
Ensign Kilani's refit of the engines with the Decalithium has improved effeciency by 4.7%. As a result, our helmsman reports he can barely feel the effects of the Nebula. For his efforts I'm recommending Kilani for a commendation when we get back to Starbase 01.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Station
After scanning the remaining metallic objects, we encountered a rather large asteroid surrounded by Klingon mines. Once we destroy the mines we can beam down to the station to investigate further. The Klingons and Gorn working together, as well as the Orions! This is turning into a nasty galactic war where the lines are being drawn. These various factions grouping together could be a problem for Starfleet. Hopefully we can find an allies in the remaining Romulans and Cardassians.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Data Gathered
My away team was instrumental in securing the Klingon data form the Station in the Paulson Nebula. Their bravery and dedication to Starfleet is inspiring. Despite the greenness of our entire crew and captain we seem to be moving along very well and, even more surprising... surviving.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.09
Anomalous Data
I've been given a rather routine mission to collect data from Lt. E'genn and deliver it to Cmdr. Romaine in the Alpha Centauri sector. Romaine is situated on a collection of Starfleet colonies in the Memory Alpha system.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Data Delivered
As I imagined there was no resistance or surprises on my way to delivering the data to Romaine. She did give me some helpful hints about gathering anomalous data and she said I can bring it to her and she will craft enhanced items using the samples. I am looking forward to having some interesting new items for my ship, myself, and my crew.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87688.03
Orion Sector Patrol
Impressed with the Prophecy's handling of the Vulcan Sector Patrol, Starfleet has asked us to repeat the procedure in the Orion Sector. Since I am currently closest to the Una system I will start there and then make my way to Kinjer, Reytan, and Pellme, eventually ending up back near Earth.
I still need a Science Officer so maybe on my next visit to Starbase 01 I'll see what kind of officers are waiting to be recruited.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Una System Ambush
Klingons were waiting in ambush around the communications array surrounding Una! We barely were able to destroy the 5 different attack squads full of Raptor Escorts, Birds of Prey, and Negh'Var. Again I give credit to my talented First Officer (Tactical), Ensign T'Lana for firing up those High Yield Torpedoes. Now off to Kinjer to see what adventure awaits the Prophecy there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kinjer Klingons
The Klingons were also in the Kinjer system setting up a base there! This encroachment of theirs into Federation space as gone on long enough. There were some probes in Kinjer hiding the any signals the base were emitting. We need to be more careful and take shifts to patrol the Federation systems in the future. I will be submitting a recommendation to that effect to Admiral Quinn.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orions Harrassing Reytan's Communication Array
Not Klingons for the third stop in the Orion patrol, but close enough. The Orion Corvettes make a Bird of Prey look like a Galaxy Class starship though. We easily took out 5 groups of Orions that were tampering with the Communications Satellites around Reytan.
Starfleet Profile - Science Officer, Sylla Kell
Full Name: Sylla Kell
Common Name: Sylla
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Adorian
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Astrophysics
Particle and Emitter Mechanics
History
Notable Scientists
Biography:
Sylla Kell was born to Ambassador Shram Kell of Andoria. The Ambassador is named after General Shram, one of the people instrumental in the formation of the Federation and Andoria's participation in its founding. The less than diplomatic traits of his namesake fortunately do not inhabit the Ambassador.
Sylla was born on 2384 and before being assigned to the Prophecy, she served on the U.S.S. Kirk for four years in the long range sensor and astrometrics lab and later as second-shift Science Officer.
She was then appointed to the bridge as first-shift Science Officer on the U.S.S. Prophecy.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87688.29
Delta Volanis Cluster
With my new Andorian Science Officer, Ensign Sylla Kell, in tow, I head towards the Delta Volanis Cluster, an area of gaseous clouds and star clusters near to Sol.
Our chief mission is exploration, finally putting the war on hold for a bit. That doesn't mean we aren't likely to find some Klingon faction patrols lurking around.
We are directed to explore at least 3 star systems in the cluster, which is unnavigable. If our sensors detect a system we will check it out and then move on.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
First Medical Relief Mission
My first encounter in the Delta Volanis Cluster was with the Davankrit people of Kappa HPV who required 10 Medical Supplies. We beamed down all we had at the time, 2, and we'll have to come back with the remaining 8 at a later date. Hopefully they can hold on until then.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingons Harrassing an Outpost
It appears that some Klingons were attacking an outpost on Xi Austrini 181-PX. For what reason, we were not able to determine. Who knows, maybe they were just terrorizing the Federation citizens to cause dissent. We have sent 20 or so more Klingons to Sto-vo-kor for their troubles.
We requested that a Starfleet security and engineer detachment come to the planet to secure the area and rebuild the outpost.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Abandoned Gorn Base
We found a base on Zeta Aquari V523-Nu that was recently evacuated by the Gorn due to failing life support. We went in and fixed the systems so that it can be used by Federation or Starfleet research teams.
An easy find for Starfleet and it means the Prophecy only has one more system to explore in this strange cluster before returning home.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Pre-warp Planet Contamination
We explored our final system in the Delta Volanis structure and found pre-warp planet that had a society that was plagued with a contaminant found in the water supply. I was concerned about whether our actions would violate the Prime Directive, but Ensign Sylla Kell convinced me that the contaminant was not local to the planet, but actually a known result of a certain artificial chemical process that the society would have no knowledge of.
We beamed down to the source of the contamination and found 5 artifacts that were disguised to look like trees but were actually advanced weather manipulation devices put there by an ancient external culture. The devices were malfunctioning and needed reconfigured so they would no longer contaminate the water supply. Ensign Kell performed admirably and deserves a commendation for her quick thinking and her willingness to question her commanding officer.
Since it is our last mission in the Delta Volanis Cluster, I wanted to go back to Starbase 01, but our Science team is insisting we do a systematic sweep of the entire cluster to look for anomalous data readings. I am obliged to submit to their request as secondary research missions are also a vital part of Starfleet exploration. I will settle down with a nice book and raktajino and let them have at it.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Journey Home Interrupted
Our return to Starbase 01 was interrupted while still in the Delta Volanis Cluster. A base at Eta Caeli Nu 439-U was sending out an automated distress call. Unfortunately that also caught the attention of the Gorn and a fight with Ra'wiqs ensued. They're tough as nails and throw large chunks of rocks. I've heard of them in the academy but the pure might and horrific strength was hard to fight. We barely made it out of the base with our heads attached. We'll have to be more careful to do security sweeps of the area before sending an away team down.
It turns out the base was a laboratory where the test subjects went berzerk and killed all the researchers. Despite the fact that we were too late to save these poor souls, we can warn Starfleet about the impending danger of continuing these experiments.
We will be heading back to Starbase 01 if the Prophets are willing.
- Sisko out (again)
Captain's Log - Stardate 87693.71
Delta Volanis Cluster
While I was out exploring the Delta Volanis Cluster, a large contingent of Klingons began creeping its way into the Sirius Sector block. Starfleet has asked the Prophecy to patrol the area and route out any Klingon ships that may be lurking among the stars.
While my light cruiser is not a warship by any means, I will do my best to bring some security to the area.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Home Sector Slighly More Secure
While patrolling the Vulcan and Orion sectors I came upon 3 different Klingon battle groups full of Negh'Var warships and K't'inga Cruisers. Luckily there were some other Starfleet vessels within range or I would've been toast!
I'm not sure what the Klingons' plan is, if they're amassing ships for a coordinated assault, or if they're trying to harass or spy on local Federation ships, but we cleared out 3 places and the Sector is slightly safer, although there are still a lot of threats to the security of the Federation right now.
Regardless, Starfleet has ordered all available ships to report to Starbase 24 where a heated battle is taking place to retake the base. For some reason the Klingons are obsessed with taking the base so it has been changing hands constantly for the past week.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87698.76
Signal Repeater Investigation
Starfleet has decrypted some information that I retrieved from the Paulson Nebula indicating the existence of a signal repeater in the Bomari system. Since it was the Prophecy that discovered this intel, they want us to follow up and investigate it. The specific coordinates are known to have large ionized metallic asteroids that interfere with sensor readings, so maybe we can sneak in undetected to scan the repeater and determine where the original signal is coming from.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Listening Base Destruction
Ensign T'Lana has uncovered the source of the signal. It is a listening post between the binary moons of Bomari II. It is surrounded by 4 transporter disrupters that we will have to destroy before we can beam down to the base. Hopefully the Klingons will be too busy eating Gagh to notice their destruction. Afterwards we will beam down and plant spatial chargers and destroy their espionage operation in this system!
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Undine Infiltration
The transporter distrupters were indeed guarded but only a few Birds of Prey, nothing we couldn't handle. While placing the spatial charges we were also met again with limited resistance. We did some standard sweeps of the listening post while placing the charges and Ensign Kell was able to hack into one of the consoles so we could upload some intelligence before blowing the place to smithereens.
Unfortunately while downloading the data several Klingon troops beamed down and a firefight ensued. While being attacked by a Klingon Swordmaster, he suddenly changed into a member of Species 8472 and beamed away! Needless to say we got the information and hightailed it out of there hoping to catch the Undine ship. As we tried to follow it to the Bomari debris field we were met with more resistance in the form of a K't'inga Battle Cruiser. We tried to convince them that they were being infiltrated by Species 8472, the Undine as they call them, but as typical Klingons they would not listen to a thing we said and we were forced to destroy them. We are currently en route as I speak to the debris field.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Undine Down
We caught up to the Undine ship in the Bomari debris field, which was surrounded by 4 Negh'Var ships. Not surprisingly while fighting the Undine, the Prophecy was left well enough alone by the Klingons. I guess as the old adage goes, "The enemy you know is better than the enemy you don't."
Our help was greeted with the usual Klingon gruff thanks which consisted of the usual theme of "We will let you live now, but you better hope we never meet again", to paraphrase.
With the destruction of the Undine ship behind us, we are headed back to Starbase 01, as Starfleet would like to debrief us and we need supplies.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87698.88
Kassae System Researcher
Our first foray into the Regulus System block will consist of attempting to rescue a researcher who Starfleet has lost contact with. They were rather vague about who this researcher is. It will be interesting to ask them some questions about the Kassae system as my adventures have so far not taken me there yet.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn Harrassing a Communications Array
The Klingon faction presence can be felt even more in the Regulus Sector Block where Gorn ships were attempting to take down a Starfleet communications array. We tried contacting the researchers on Kassae II but apparently they are dealing with a fire and probably additional Gorn. I'm sending an away party down to check it out.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Picard's Discovery
This is the site where Captain Jean Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Stargazer discovered ruins from an advanced proto-reptilian culture proven to be from more than 15,000 years ago!
The people at this facility made the discovery and many more, and the Gorn have just come through and demolished their research and killed some of the civilians. We must go rescue the remaining researches and get them to safety!
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn, Fires, and Scientists
Fighting through the Gorn and the various fires they set, we finally were able to rescue the remaining researchers on Kassae II. However, there is apparently another dig site on Kassae IV and we can't establish communications with the researchers there, so we must go check it out.
We asked the researchers why the Gorn were so intent on attacking them and destroying their work. Apparently 1000 years is not enough to make them forget that this used to be territory belonging to the Gorn Hegemony. Joining with the Klingons has allowed them to begin their campaign to reestablish it as such.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Battle for Hostages
The Gorn were keeping several Federation researchers hostage on Kassae IV. We attempted to gain access to the installation but it was guarded by many Gorn troops and a forcefield. We had to fight our way to the three forcefield emitters and shut them down one by one.
Several Ra'wiqs, including a very vicious Ra'wiq captain named Hodch were waiting for us in ambush. After dodging what seemed like endless boulders we finally killed the Ra'wiqs and Hodch transported to his ship, but not before sending up the hostages. The one remaining Vulcan hostage was already dead, unfortunately.
Our luck fared better in space where Hodch's ship was waiting with the hostages. We easily disabled their shields and beamed the hostages aboard. Hodch surrendered and retreated.
It was a long fight but I feel that we have saved many lives this day and are returning them to Starbase 01 as I speak.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87699.15
Delta Volanis and Memory Alpha
Starfleet wants me to take another pass through Delta Volanis, but before I do that I think I'll stop by Memory Alpha and see if Cmdr. Romaine can use any of the data I've been collecting to upgrade some of my gear.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gathering Data
Our second foray into the Delta Volanis cluster took us to the system of Gamma Australis Beta 464. Our science officer, Ensign Kell convinced me to stop here as it was a flush with anomalous readings. Being a science officer myself, I can't say I'm not intrigued to see what we will find. Hopefully some more data to take to Cmdr Romaine at Memory Alpha.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Additional Data
Our next stop took us to a location that was apparently a site of several skirmishes during the Federation's war with the Tzenkethi. The struggle has clearly resulted in quite a few more anomalous readings that we should take a look at.
Contrary to what the Starfleet recruiting office would have one believe, not every mission is rife with exciting battles, but to an explorer gathering data can be just as intriguing. It appears that the data here suggests the Tzenkethi were building an experimental polaric ion device that exploded on them.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
A Scientific Day
It appears the war has all but left the cluster, because excitement was not in the cards for us today as we explored the final system, Omega JHR. More anomalous data retrieved for Cmdr. Romaine.
After this we will head to our next mission patrolling the Risa sector. Things are bound to pick up then.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87701.63
Risa: Not Always a Vacation
Starfleet was so impressed with my handling of the Vulcan and Orion Sectors that they sent me to Risa. No not the planet unfortunately. I have been tasked to patrol the Risa sector and visit Omar, Tazi, Donia, and Koolhaas.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Mining in Omar
The Klingons set up 5 mining operations in the Omar system on various asteroids, attempting to strip mine the area free of dilithium before the Federation could notice. Starfleet Command issued a weapons free order that we were happy enough to oblige. I don't relish killing Klingon miners but they brought this war to our home and now they will pay.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Cloaked Klingons at Tazi
The Klingons have all but overrun Risa Sector. The proximity to Eta Eridani has not helped. When we arrived we received a hail from geologists on the surface complaining of cloaked ships in the area. We fought off 5 patrols so they shouldn't be back here any time soon. Hopefully in the future I will have more time to return and take a tour of the magnificent starbase.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Donia System Gorn Encounter
The first 2 systems had Klingons, this one had Gorn... what next, Orion? Probably. The Klingon faction has overrun Risa sector with all the various races. We stumbled upon 5 different patrols and luckily I had 2 other ships along for the ride because the Gorn Zilant Battleship is a force to reckon with. Maybe not for a Galaxy or Prometheus class, but the Prophecy had trouble keeping the shields down long enough to slide a torpedo through. Once we disposed of the Vishap Frigates, a multi-vector assault was enough to take down the shields of the Zilant pretty quickly.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium at Koolhaas
The Klingons are in search of Decalithium and red matter in the Koolhaas system. Starfleet mandates that any Decalithium deposits be preserved, as the destructive uses are enormous. We will have to dispose of any Klingon resistance before scanning the asteroids for the deposits.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium Secured
We were able to fight off 7 or so Klingon patrols and scan the asteroids for the Decalithium deposits. We notified Starfleet to send a followup team to assess the value of setting up a mining operation there. While in the communique, Starfleet notified us of our next mission which will take the Prophecy to its first mission in the Klingon neutral zone, or what's left of it anyway.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87702.01
Trip to Paris
On the way to the Klingon Neutral Zone, Starfleet has requested that the Prophecy take a detour to the Regulus system to meet with he Kuvah'Magh, as the Klingons call her. She is Lieutenant Miral Paris, born to Tom Paris and B'Ellana Tores on the USS Voyager shortly before it returned home. She is believed by some devout Klingons to be the savior of the entire race. Her importance is critical to any possible solution we may be able to come to with the Klingons.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Diplomatic Rescue
After fighting through an Orion blockade we finally beamed down to where Lieutenant Miral Paris was waiting. She guided us through fighting to 5 different spatial charges that the Klingons were setting up. The Orions kept beaming down to block us and the Klingons were guarding the charges. It was like fighting a whole army, but not one of them was a worthy opponent save a few Klingon Swordmasters. Now we must enter the facility and rescue 4 Federation diplomats that are being held hostage by a Klingon named T'Kurk. Captain James T. Kirk would be sorely disappointed to have such a vile psuedo-namesake.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Dissent
It appears that we have at least one Klingon on the side of peace and sanity. Ambassador Kos was attempting to meet with Lt. Paris and discovered that it was a rival Klingon named B'Vat that was attempting to keep the fires of war burning.
Having rescued the four Federation diplomats, we beamed aboard the Prophecy and were met by Ambassador Kos who filled us in. We fought an honorable battle against B'Vat who fled like a frightened targ with its tail between its legs. So much for the honorable Klingon death.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87702.27
Arucanis Arm
After the ordeal in Regulus IV, I was planning on making my way to K7 to assist Commander Wildman, but Starfleet has ordered me to take some time to explore the Arucanis Arm star cluster while in the area.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Radiation Leak
Our first venture into the Arucanis Arm took us to a power station on Beta Leonis D-N LB. It appears some malfunctions caused a radiation leak that caused the occupants to abandon it. The radiation was detectable even several 1000 km away from the planet. With our advanced personal shields we were able to go in and fix the leak. When we left the power station was stable and the radiation levels were falling. We contacted the local crews to come in and do the remaining cleanup.
Ensign Sylla Kell, my Science Officer was instrumental in determining the issues and fixing them. It was nice to be able to help people out with our knowledge rather than our weapons for a change.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Questionable Research Methods
We discovered a system called G-P 281 with an asteroid belt several thousand kilometers from the planet. Upon arrival we were contacted by a representative requesting our help in locating and scanning some lost ships in the belt. It appears that the ships were disabled due to isolytic beam weapons, which have been banned for decades due to the fact that they cause tears in subspace. It turns out that the intelligence agency on G-P 281 was testing these beam weapons on their own ships! The government was deeply apologetic and contacted Starfleet directly to tell them of our findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Widrab Encounter
The Widrab had annexed a facility on Xi Australis Alpha 493 that the Federation was very intent on taking back. We struggled to take back the base and almost lost several lives in the process. The Wibrab fighting style was very erratic and confrontational. They would run right up into your face and fire off shots or try to impale you with a knife with no regard to their own safety. They made Klingons look like pussycats in comparison. In addition, the Widrab Captain had some sort of shield regeneration device that I have never seen before, or never will as it unfortunately must have gotten vaporized along with the rest of him. Luckily we made it out with our heads intact, but if I never see another Widrab again I'd be just fine with that.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87704.51
K7 Defense
Deep in the Eta Eridani Sector block, the K7 Deepspace starbase is being attacked by Klingons as it is bordered on the neutral zone. Starfleet would like me to meet the K7 personnel and ask them how I can assist the defense effort. Specifically they want me to report to Commander Naomi Wildman. On a personal note, I look forward to talking to the Commander and asking her about her childhood way out in the Delta Quadrant on the USS Voyager.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
New Headquarters
Many of the U.S.S. Prophecy operations can now be directed out of the Deepspace K7 Space Station. Commander Wildman has instructed me to report to the Battle Masters, Commander Makza and Captain Mackenzie Calhoun. I'm sure they will have many more missions for me in the days to come while we fight off this massive invasion.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87707.06
Regulus Defense
Starfleet was so impressed by my ability to defend the Sirius Sector Block that they have tasked me to do the same in the more dangerous Regulus Sector Block. I do expect there to be more Klingon raiding parties, though, as it is quite near to Qo'nos.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kassae Sector Secure
It looks like instead of the Klingons, the Gorn have set up operations in the Regulus Sector Block. With the help of some fellow Starfleet ships, the Prophecy has made the Kassae Sector safer from Gorn infiltration. However, Starfleet has instructed me to also visit 4 systems in the Kassae Sector to make sure everything is running smoothly there. The Prophecy will visit Sardah, Dace, Cernan, and Servin.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Naussicans in Sardah
It appears some Nausicaan thugs were harassing Federation citizens in the Sardah system over some relatively cheap and widely available resources. The Nausicaans are quite aggressive and have a unique automated drone called a Power Syphon, which saps the power from your starship. My weapons originally needed to be diverted to taking care of the power syphons, but with the new installation of an Automated Defense Turret installed by my Chief Engineer, Ensign Kilani, I am free to focus my efforts on the Syphon Frigate.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dace Reptiles
The Gorn were interested in another planet that appeared to support an ancient proto-reptilian culture. Federation scientists were on their way to do research there and came upon a Gorn blockade. They headed back to safety and Starfleet instructed the Prophecy to come clean up. 5 Gorn squadrons later, the planet is now safe to study.
On my way to the planet I have been researching a way to build a new sensor scanner to outfit on the Prophecy. With the help of Ensign Sylla Kell, we have constructed the scan to pick up enemy cloaked ships and lower the enemy's damage resistances at the same time. It came in quite handy against the Gorn, but I'd like to try it on some Klingon Birds of Prey. Additionally, Ensign Kilani installed a new phaser turret to replace our rear phaser array. The 360 degree radius helps deal quite a lot of damage to ships in the bow.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Benzite Wreckage
On Cernan we found the remains of a Benzite ship that was lost years ago. We scanned the pieces of ship strewn across the area to determine what happened. The ship apparently irritated some Orions and paid the price for it.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Servin Radiation
As we passed the Servin system during our patrol of the sector, Ensign T'Lana picked up some unusual radiation signals and we detoured to the system. We reported the findings to Starfleet and they indicated that intelligence picked up communications from Orion ships recently, reporting that they were studying the unusual radiation. Starfleet wants us to get rid of the Orion patrols and mining drones so the Federation can send in an SCE (Starfleet Corps of Engineers) ship to investigate.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Borg Reappearance
It appears the radiation was leaking from a broken down Borg Sphere. This means that they might have stuck around, or returned to federation space after their defeat at the Vega system. We'll have to be careful in our missions not to run into them solo.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87707.26
Celes Research
The U.S.S. ShiKahr needs our help. They are doing research and have had power failures. We need to rendezvous with them and do what we can to help them. Lt. Tischenko of the U.S.S. Sierra has agreed to help me in this mission.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Nausicaan Raiders
We beamed the scientists from the U.S.S. ShiKahr aboard and took them to several unique looking asteroids in the Celes Nebula. It appears the asteroids cause massive power failures while in full impulse, which the ShiKahr was not aware of. Having the benefit of hindsight, we lowered impulse when in range of the effects of the asteroid.
The third asteroid was home to a squadron of Nausicaans who may have been hoping the ShiKahr would come near it so they could loot the ship. Once we had the data, we transported the scientists to Starbase 114.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
War is Good for Business
Once at Starbase 114, the administrator there asked us to determine why 3 containers of kemocite were missing from the cargo bays. Lt. Tischenko and I determined the kemocite was taken by an unknown party so we beamed back up to the Prophecy to scan the various cargo ships around the starbase. We found the kemocite on a Ferengi ship called SS Nandi, and proceeded to chase it down. It led us to a Nausicaan facility near another one of the asteroids that caused us to fly in low impulse.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ferengi Traitor Mok
After a long battle with more Nausicaans we finally were able to beam back down to the facility. We fought through the Nausicaan security guards to where they were holding the kemocite and transported it back to our ships. We then found the Ferengi named Captain Mok who was trying to sell the kemocite to the Nausicaans. We struggled to take down his shields and then marked him for transport to the Prophecy!
The Ferengi are known for their treachery when it comes to business dealings, but I thought with the recruitment of the first Ferengi into Starfleet, Nog, as well as the myriad of other Ferengi that have joined since then, there would be less of a chance they would try to mess with the Federation. I guess there will always be treacherous people in the midst of any race no matter how evolved.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87708.91
Celes Patrol
Commander Sulu is having me make the rounds in every local sector, it seems. This time he wants me to patrol the Celes Sector. I'm glad to see that the Prophecy has shown him that we can handle patrols further out from Federation space. Hopefully we can do some good in this sector. Being from Bajor and Sol, I have lived primarily in the Alpha quadrant and have not yet visited these Beta quadrant planets, so I am enthusiastic that I am able to do so for Starfleet. I will visit the systems in the following order: Veela, Hana, Watron, and finally Mandel, to see what kind of help I can provide.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Mining Operation
The Orions sure have some gall. They have set up a mining operation in a Federation system! The Federation cargo ships stood by while we dealt with the Orions. They had stolen supplies from the cargo ships and hid them at one of the facilities.
We found the facility with the supplies and beamed down to lower a dampening field that was keeping us from beaming them back up. Then we had to go and mark each crate for transport. The Orions and their guerrilla fighting tactics were no match for our strategic planned multi-vector assault formations.
Next we visit the Hana system to see what awaits us there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
USS Mirek at Hana
While en route to the Hana system, we received a communication from the U.S.S. Mirek. They wanted us to hold the system for them until they arrived. Apparently they asked Sulu for a ship to help them take back a Starfleet mining outpost from the Klingons.
We fought through disruptor turrets and cannons to get to the base that was guarded by 3 Birds of Prey. After the battle that ensued, the Prophecy kept watch while an away team from the Mirek beamed down to retake the facility.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mandel Mining Attack
The Mandel system containing a starbase and several mining facilities was attacked by an unknown force. The Gorn arrived shortly after, but weren't responsible. They did try to stop us from scanning the destroyed bases, however, but readings of residual material left over from the weapons fire pointed to Nausicaans.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Detour
I just received an urgent communique from Starfleet. They want the Prophecy to detour to the Zenik system on our way to Mandel. Also they mentioned that I should visit Starbase 114 as my last stop in addition to the other systems previously mentioned.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Zenik Flame Moths
We were routed to Zenik because the colonists had seen several alien creatures orbiting the planet. We discovered the creatures to be a space-dwelling species called the Pycan Flame Moth. The moth is relatively harmless and the colonists can even watch the moths hatch which is apparently quite a show. The creatures came to the planet because despite being able to survive in the vacuum of space, they require a breathable atmosphere to incubate their young.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mandel Pirates
It appears Orion pirates have been setting up shop in the Mandel system, to take advantage of sensor dampening material in the debris orbiting one of the planets. A Starfleet ship was lost here recently so Cmdr. Sulu ordered me to clean up and put a stop to the Orion menace in the area. We did just that. Hopefully they will think twice about harassing Federation citizens again.
by Evshell
CHAPTER 1 : USS PROPHECY
*WARNING: This contains spoilers about all STO Lieutenant level misssions
Starfleet Profile - U.S.S. Prophecy
Name: U.S.S. Prophecy
Serial: NX-93976
Make:
Saucer: Centaur
Nacelles: ShiKahr
Strut: Miranda
Pylon: ShiKahr
Constructed: 2402
Current Captain: Lieutenant Joseph Daystrom Sisko - Bajoran/Human (2409-Present)
Previous Captains:
Captain Jack T. Bennet - Human (2407-2409)
Captain Kira Torel - Bajoran (2402-2407)
Starfleet Profile - Acting Captain Joseph Daystrom Sisko
Full Name: Joseph Daystrom Sisko
Common Name: Joey Day
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Bajoran/Human
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Chemistry
Molecular Biology
Cybernetics
Biography:
Joey was born on 2383 to Jake and Korena Sisko. Jake was the son of Benjamin Sisko, the great Emissary of the Prophet of Bajor and commander of Deep Space Nine. His mother was a Bajoran named Galeesh Korena. Korena was a poet and former member of the Maquis, who became romantically involved with Jake while they were both attending a writing seminar.
His uncle Nog encouraged him to join Starfleet, to the regret of Jake who wanted him to follow in his path, as Joey had always been a talented writer. However, Joey inherited his sense of exploration from his mother. As Joey is half Bajoran and his grandfather was the Emissary of the Prophets, but is also a great scientific mind, he is a non-practicing follower of the Bajoran faith. Joey was a gifted student and always had a knack for science which led him to study in San Francisco and join Starfleet. After graduation, Joey became the science officer on the U.S.S. Defiant, captianed by his uncle Nog. While on a mission in the Gamma Quadrant the Defiant came upon a Jem'Hadar rebel group who were sympathetic to the old ways of the Dominion and paid for its Ketracel by raiding unsuspecting federation cargo ships.
The Jem'Hadar had the Defiant surrounded and its cloak was disabled. Nog had no choice but to surrender to the rebels. While the Jem'Hadar were busy taking prisoners on the Defiant, Joey concocted a solution that would counteract the effects of the Ketracel in the systems of the Jem'Hadar. Before he was captured, Joey released the odorless solution into the ventilation system of the Defiant. Soon the Jem'Hadar began to succumb to Ketracel withdrawal and pass out. The remaining starfleet officers including Nog, Joey, and some of the bridge crew were able to retake the Defiant and rescue the prisoners.
Joey's quick thinking and heroic actions earned him the rank of Ensign, and later the opportunity to pilot his own vessel, the U.S.S. Prophecy, originally captained by a Bajoran as well, after the battle with the Borg at Vega colony.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87686.96
Captain's First Log
As new acting captain of the U.S.S. Prophecy it is with joy and regret that I assume this position. My entire senior staff has been lost to the Borg. Mourning, however, must come later, as I must assume command of my ship. My new First Officer, Correl Imjim, a capable Bolian engineer is at my side as I take on new responsibilities well beyond my pay grade.
What lies ahead is difficult to imagine but I'm sure before this day is up I will either be stronger due to the immense trials that lay before me, or dead. Either way, my first mission is to rescue the S.S. Azura, and I will do my best to save every single person on that ship or die trying.
Starfleet Profile - Engineer Correl Imjim
Full Name: Correl Imjim
Common Name: Imjim
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Bolian
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Engineering
Transporter Mechanics
Biomolecular Engineering
Biography:
Imjim was born on Bolarus IX in 2387 and has just recently graduated from Starfleet last year. He served as Starfleet Liaison to the Chief Engineer of the S.S. Azura for one year. He was transferred to the U.S.S. Prophecy under the command of Lieutenant Joseph Daystrom Sisko after his heroic rescue of the Azura from the hands of the Orion Syndicate.
He now serves as the ship's Transporter Chief and second shift Engineering officer.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
First Mission Report
My first mission to rescue the captain and crew of the S.S. Azura was a success! The Orions will think twice about ransacking a ship in Federation space now.
Word of my success has spread so much that many new Ensigns are lining up to serve aboard the U.S.S. Prophecy. One such officer, T'Lana, is my new Tactical Officer. She is a very capable Vulcan with a rather famous ancestry. I look forward to learning much from her when it comes to tactical starship operations and strategies as my area of expertise is in the realm of Science and Technology. Rumor has it she has intimate knowledge of the tactics of the great Captain James T. Kirk. I look forward to discussing more about that with her on what will hopefully be many more missions to come.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87686.96
Patrolling the Vulcan Sector
Starfleet has tasked me with the seemingly dull task of patrolling the Vulcan Sector. As this task appeals to my Tactical Officer, I am obliged to not complain.
In addition, normally this would be a definitely dull task, but in times of war, the enemy encroaches upon Sol and Vulcan more and more. Who knows? If things are quiet enough maybe we can stop by Risa...
Starfleet Profile - Tactical Officer, T'Lana
Full Name: T'Lana ko-fu rehkuh T'Pol
Common Name: T'Lana
Age: 52
Gender: Female
Race: Vulcan
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Tactical
Battle Strategies
Navigating Spatial Anomalies
Martial Arts
Suus mahna
Fujitsu
Mok'bara
Security
Starship Security
History
Ancient Battles and Tactics
Biography:
T'Lana is the ko-fu rehkuh of T'Pol, the first Vulcan ever to serve aboard a starfleet vessel. "Ko-fu rehkuh" loosly translates to Third Daughter, or great-granddaughter. Following the death of her lover, Charles 'Trip' Tucker III, T'Pol ventured back to Vulcan to accept a position at the Vulcan Science Directorate. Her influence there helped spread understanding and tolerance of the Vulcan Mind Meld, a practice that was previously deemed undesirable. T'Lana inherited the innate ability of the Mind Meld which was passed on from T'Pol to T'Lana through 3 generations of females.
T'Lana's mother and grandmother both studied at the Vulcan Science Academy and went on to similar positions in the Vulcan Science Council. T'Lana's mother was an ambassador and consultant to the Federation during the time when Captain James T. Kirk was piloting the Enterprise.
T'Lana was born in 2357, and later broke tradition when, in 2389, she decided to study at Starfleet Academy rather than the Vulcan Science Academy. Due to increased hostilities with the Klingons, and despite her natural prediliction toward science, she focused her studies on Tactical and Strategic maneuvers. She spent an unusual 8 years in the academy earning 4 different degrees and graduating in 2397.
Earlier in her life she had the fortune of performing a mind meld with Spock, which in turn let her delve into the mind of James T. Kirk. This experience helped her excel in this field of study beyond any of the expectations of her instructors at the Academy. Despite her devotion to logic, and greater control of her emotions than her great-grandmother, she saw the tactical advantages behind the consequences of anger, defiance, and audacity that she saw in Kirk.
For 12 years she served as third- and second- shift Tactical Officer as well as Chief of Security on several different ships before finding herself on the U.S.S. Prophecy after the devastation of Vega colony and the fight with the Borg. Despite her experience and rank at the time of Lieutenant Commander, logic dictated that she accepted a voluntary demotion to Ensign in order to server on a ship captained by an Ensign.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kei System
The Orions were playing their usual extortion game in the Kei system and were attacking a Federation mining colony that refused to pay up.
Apparently they have not learned that harassing Federation citizens in the Sirius Sector Block is a bad idea. We had to remind them of that. Several other starships captained by Vengence, Starz, and Bran helped in the defeat of the bullying Orions.
Next stop, Beytan V.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Beytan V
The miners on this planet had various greivances ranging from lack of entertainment to possible attacks from Naussicans and Orions. It is disheartening to hear how much the war has affected the common citizen. I hope that we can come to agreement to stop the strike that is occurring there and I also hope that this war will end soon so that the prosperity we enjoyed so much when I was a child will return.
I venture onward ot the Bhea system to my next challenge. So far this patrol has not turned out to be quite as easy and mundane as I anticipated.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Bhea System
The Orions had set up 7 drydocks around a planet in the Bhea system. We were ordered to destroy the drydocks and the patrols guarding them.
Defeating the Orions has become more of a nuisance than a challenge. I even feel a little sorry for them, as the Klingons have roped them into this war. Hopefully they will learn their lesson soon or suffer utter humiliating defeat.
My final stop in this patrol is the Pico system. Hopefully the Orions are not also making trouble there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Pico System
The Pico system proved to be rather quiet. A mining vessel was lost and required an escort back home, but otherwise the time was uneventful.
It did serve to catch the notice of a promising new Engineering Officer, named Kilani. He has a surrogate uncle in Chakotay, the First Officer of the USS Voyager during its tenure in the Delta Quadrant. I will look forward to discussing that more with him.
Imjim has asked to step down from Bridge Officer so he can focus more on making the ship more effecient. His dedication to the ship over his own advancement is admirable. I've asked Kilani to step take his place and I've promoted my Tactical Officer, T'Lana to First Officer.
Well that completes my tour of duty in the Vulcan Sector. For my next mission, the Admiral wants me to escort a Vulcan Ambassador to P'Jem which is a great honor.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Engineer, Nicolas Kilani Cooper
Full Name: Nicolas Kilani Cooper
Common Name: Kilani
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Mayan)
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Engineering
Warp Core Mechanics
Energy Fields
Physics (minor)
Biography:
Kilani was a descendant of a Mayan tribeswoman named Hachi Kilani who married George Cooper, an Engineer from San Francisco. He took his mother's maiden name after her death in 2392, when he was only 11. Up to that point, his mother taught him the traditions of the Mayan tribe she came from, which happens to be the tribe of Chakotay of the USS Voyager.
Chakotay met Kilani's mother at a meeting for Mayan people in San Fansisco, when he was 2 years old, so he grew up knowing Chakotay his whole life. Chakotay was always like an uncle to him and influenced him to join Starfleet.
His father, although not in Starfleet himself, was a capable engineer and taught Kilani the tricks to the trade when he was a teenager. Accordingly, he was ahead of his peers and excelled at it when he joined Starfleet Academy.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.02
Vulcan Diplomatic Envoy
I have been tasked with escorting a Vulcan diplomat to P'Jem so that he may transport rare Vulcan artifcats back to the monastery there. Babbysitting missions is not really my thing, but this should be some easy diplomatic experience that may finally raise my standing in the Starfleet ranks and also may attract the attention of a capable Science Officer. We shall see what lies await in P'Jem.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Scum
On my way to take the ambassador to P'Jem I have been intercepted by Klingon ships claiming he is an Undine, or what we know as Species 8472! The nerve of these people! After destroying their ships and beaming down to P'Jem we have encountered several more footsoldiers and have fought brilliantly against them.
Ensign T'Lana's tactical and hand-to-hand combat experience was invaluable against the Klingons, who are known across the Sector Grid as one of the best hand-to-hand fighting races in history. My choice to appoint her to First Officer has so far been a good one. I am recommending her for an accomodation when we get back to Starbase 01.
Unfortunately it seems the Klingons have killed several Vulcan monks, a trevesty that they must be brought to justice for! These are peaceful people and it is terrible that they could be struck down so, just for believing in their ambassador.
We will do what we can to save the rest of them and convince these Klingon dogs that the ambassador is not an Undine. To think... my grandfather was once a very good friend to the Klingon Worf. I guess being raised on Earth taught Worf a thing or two about honor that the Klingons seem to have lost.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
The Klingons Were Right!
It seems the ambassador was an Undine. This portents to grave consequences if the Undine have infiltrated Starfleet and other parts of the Federation. We chased the Undine to his ship where it tried to launch a surprise attack on the Prophecy. We held out until help arrived and we proceeded to attack and destroy the Undine vessel. It appears that we have gathered some data that is very important to Starfleet, so at least that's something.
The data points to a Dilithium refinery in the Lackey system, so we are on course as I speak.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.06
The Lackey System
On the intelligence gathered from the Undine ship, we are on a classified mission to the Lackey system. Hopefully we may find more information to help stem the tide of infiltration from the Undine.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dilithium Mines, the Gorn, and the Paulson Nebula
We found a set of Dilithium mines and a vessel being attacked by the Gorn. The USS Valor was in dire need of assistance so we fought of the Gorn ships and proceeded to collect much needed Dilithium to allow the USS Valor to return home. They indicated that they were in the Paulson Nebula, which we will venture to next.
Apparently there is a Decalithium mining facility on Lackey III that has been also taken by the Gorn, so we will have to make a pit stop there and retake the facility for the Federation. As a benefit for our troubles, we will also receive stores of Decalithium that will help us successfully navigate the Paulson Nebula.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium Aboard
The Gorn have been routed from Lackey III. We encountered a rather small resistance at first, but then they began sending in their Draguas Cruisers to try to finish us off. The photon mines were a bit much to deal with but we pulled through and destroyed them.
Ensign Kilani's engineering expertise allowed him to detect a jamming station that was causing the transport of the Decalithium crystals to fail. We were able to beam down spatial charges to destroy the jamming station, but that caused yet another Draguas Cruiser to warp in, in a last ditch effort to stop us from retrieving the crystals. The Gorn are nothing if not persistent.
After a relatively easy fight the last of the Gorn are gone and now we can focus on refitting our engines with the Decalithium.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
False Sensor Readings
On a side note, the effects of the nearby Paulson Nebula seem to playing havok on our sensors. We keep getting false anomalous readings that take us to the edge of the system on a wild goose chase. Hopefully it is a temporary thing and our sensors are not completely ruined.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
More Gorn and Suspicious Objects
Warping into the Paulson Nebula we were immediately set upon by 3 Vishop Frigates. We fought them off and scanned the nearby suspicious object. It seems to be a ruined mine containing large metallic deposits. We will continue to look for these objects and most likely run into more Gorn along the way.
Ensign Kilani's refit of the engines with the Decalithium has improved effeciency by 4.7%. As a result, our helmsman reports he can barely feel the effects of the Nebula. For his efforts I'm recommending Kilani for a commendation when we get back to Starbase 01.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Station
After scanning the remaining metallic objects, we encountered a rather large asteroid surrounded by Klingon mines. Once we destroy the mines we can beam down to the station to investigate further. The Klingons and Gorn working together, as well as the Orions! This is turning into a nasty galactic war where the lines are being drawn. These various factions grouping together could be a problem for Starfleet. Hopefully we can find an allies in the remaining Romulans and Cardassians.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Data Gathered
My away team was instrumental in securing the Klingon data form the Station in the Paulson Nebula. Their bravery and dedication to Starfleet is inspiring. Despite the greenness of our entire crew and captain we seem to be moving along very well and, even more surprising... surviving.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87687.09
Anomalous Data
I've been given a rather routine mission to collect data from Lt. E'genn and deliver it to Cmdr. Romaine in the Alpha Centauri sector. Romaine is situated on a collection of Starfleet colonies in the Memory Alpha system.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Data Delivered
As I imagined there was no resistance or surprises on my way to delivering the data to Romaine. She did give me some helpful hints about gathering anomalous data and she said I can bring it to her and she will craft enhanced items using the samples. I am looking forward to having some interesting new items for my ship, myself, and my crew.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87688.03
Orion Sector Patrol
Impressed with the Prophecy's handling of the Vulcan Sector Patrol, Starfleet has asked us to repeat the procedure in the Orion Sector. Since I am currently closest to the Una system I will start there and then make my way to Kinjer, Reytan, and Pellme, eventually ending up back near Earth.
I still need a Science Officer so maybe on my next visit to Starbase 01 I'll see what kind of officers are waiting to be recruited.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Una System Ambush
Klingons were waiting in ambush around the communications array surrounding Una! We barely were able to destroy the 5 different attack squads full of Raptor Escorts, Birds of Prey, and Negh'Var. Again I give credit to my talented First Officer (Tactical), Ensign T'Lana for firing up those High Yield Torpedoes. Now off to Kinjer to see what adventure awaits the Prophecy there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kinjer Klingons
The Klingons were also in the Kinjer system setting up a base there! This encroachment of theirs into Federation space as gone on long enough. There were some probes in Kinjer hiding the any signals the base were emitting. We need to be more careful and take shifts to patrol the Federation systems in the future. I will be submitting a recommendation to that effect to Admiral Quinn.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orions Harrassing Reytan's Communication Array
Not Klingons for the third stop in the Orion patrol, but close enough. The Orion Corvettes make a Bird of Prey look like a Galaxy Class starship though. We easily took out 5 groups of Orions that were tampering with the Communications Satellites around Reytan.
Starfleet Profile - Science Officer, Sylla Kell
Full Name: Sylla Kell
Common Name: Sylla
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Adorian
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Astrophysics
Particle and Emitter Mechanics
History
Notable Scientists
Biography:
Sylla Kell was born to Ambassador Shram Kell of Andoria. The Ambassador is named after General Shram, one of the people instrumental in the formation of the Federation and Andoria's participation in its founding. The less than diplomatic traits of his namesake fortunately do not inhabit the Ambassador.
Sylla was born on 2384 and before being assigned to the Prophecy, she served on the U.S.S. Kirk for four years in the long range sensor and astrometrics lab and later as second-shift Science Officer.
She was then appointed to the bridge as first-shift Science Officer on the U.S.S. Prophecy.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87688.29
Delta Volanis Cluster
With my new Andorian Science Officer, Ensign Sylla Kell, in tow, I head towards the Delta Volanis Cluster, an area of gaseous clouds and star clusters near to Sol.
Our chief mission is exploration, finally putting the war on hold for a bit. That doesn't mean we aren't likely to find some Klingon faction patrols lurking around.
We are directed to explore at least 3 star systems in the cluster, which is unnavigable. If our sensors detect a system we will check it out and then move on.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
First Medical Relief Mission
My first encounter in the Delta Volanis Cluster was with the Davankrit people of Kappa HPV who required 10 Medical Supplies. We beamed down all we had at the time, 2, and we'll have to come back with the remaining 8 at a later date. Hopefully they can hold on until then.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingons Harrassing an Outpost
It appears that some Klingons were attacking an outpost on Xi Austrini 181-PX. For what reason, we were not able to determine. Who knows, maybe they were just terrorizing the Federation citizens to cause dissent. We have sent 20 or so more Klingons to Sto-vo-kor for their troubles.
We requested that a Starfleet security and engineer detachment come to the planet to secure the area and rebuild the outpost.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Abandoned Gorn Base
We found a base on Zeta Aquari V523-Nu that was recently evacuated by the Gorn due to failing life support. We went in and fixed the systems so that it can be used by Federation or Starfleet research teams.
An easy find for Starfleet and it means the Prophecy only has one more system to explore in this strange cluster before returning home.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Pre-warp Planet Contamination
We explored our final system in the Delta Volanis structure and found pre-warp planet that had a society that was plagued with a contaminant found in the water supply. I was concerned about whether our actions would violate the Prime Directive, but Ensign Sylla Kell convinced me that the contaminant was not local to the planet, but actually a known result of a certain artificial chemical process that the society would have no knowledge of.
We beamed down to the source of the contamination and found 5 artifacts that were disguised to look like trees but were actually advanced weather manipulation devices put there by an ancient external culture. The devices were malfunctioning and needed reconfigured so they would no longer contaminate the water supply. Ensign Kell performed admirably and deserves a commendation for her quick thinking and her willingness to question her commanding officer.
Since it is our last mission in the Delta Volanis Cluster, I wanted to go back to Starbase 01, but our Science team is insisting we do a systematic sweep of the entire cluster to look for anomalous data readings. I am obliged to submit to their request as secondary research missions are also a vital part of Starfleet exploration. I will settle down with a nice book and raktajino and let them have at it.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Journey Home Interrupted
Our return to Starbase 01 was interrupted while still in the Delta Volanis Cluster. A base at Eta Caeli Nu 439-U was sending out an automated distress call. Unfortunately that also caught the attention of the Gorn and a fight with Ra'wiqs ensued. They're tough as nails and throw large chunks of rocks. I've heard of them in the academy but the pure might and horrific strength was hard to fight. We barely made it out of the base with our heads attached. We'll have to be more careful to do security sweeps of the area before sending an away team down.
It turns out the base was a laboratory where the test subjects went berzerk and killed all the researchers. Despite the fact that we were too late to save these poor souls, we can warn Starfleet about the impending danger of continuing these experiments.
We will be heading back to Starbase 01 if the Prophets are willing.
- Sisko out (again)
Captain's Log - Stardate 87693.71
Delta Volanis Cluster
While I was out exploring the Delta Volanis Cluster, a large contingent of Klingons began creeping its way into the Sirius Sector block. Starfleet has asked the Prophecy to patrol the area and route out any Klingon ships that may be lurking among the stars.
While my light cruiser is not a warship by any means, I will do my best to bring some security to the area.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Home Sector Slighly More Secure
While patrolling the Vulcan and Orion sectors I came upon 3 different Klingon battle groups full of Negh'Var warships and K't'inga Cruisers. Luckily there were some other Starfleet vessels within range or I would've been toast!
I'm not sure what the Klingons' plan is, if they're amassing ships for a coordinated assault, or if they're trying to harass or spy on local Federation ships, but we cleared out 3 places and the Sector is slightly safer, although there are still a lot of threats to the security of the Federation right now.
Regardless, Starfleet has ordered all available ships to report to Starbase 24 where a heated battle is taking place to retake the base. For some reason the Klingons are obsessed with taking the base so it has been changing hands constantly for the past week.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87698.76
Signal Repeater Investigation
Starfleet has decrypted some information that I retrieved from the Paulson Nebula indicating the existence of a signal repeater in the Bomari system. Since it was the Prophecy that discovered this intel, they want us to follow up and investigate it. The specific coordinates are known to have large ionized metallic asteroids that interfere with sensor readings, so maybe we can sneak in undetected to scan the repeater and determine where the original signal is coming from.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Listening Base Destruction
Ensign T'Lana has uncovered the source of the signal. It is a listening post between the binary moons of Bomari II. It is surrounded by 4 transporter disrupters that we will have to destroy before we can beam down to the base. Hopefully the Klingons will be too busy eating Gagh to notice their destruction. Afterwards we will beam down and plant spatial chargers and destroy their espionage operation in this system!
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Undine Infiltration
The transporter distrupters were indeed guarded but only a few Birds of Prey, nothing we couldn't handle. While placing the spatial charges we were also met again with limited resistance. We did some standard sweeps of the listening post while placing the charges and Ensign Kell was able to hack into one of the consoles so we could upload some intelligence before blowing the place to smithereens.
Unfortunately while downloading the data several Klingon troops beamed down and a firefight ensued. While being attacked by a Klingon Swordmaster, he suddenly changed into a member of Species 8472 and beamed away! Needless to say we got the information and hightailed it out of there hoping to catch the Undine ship. As we tried to follow it to the Bomari debris field we were met with more resistance in the form of a K't'inga Battle Cruiser. We tried to convince them that they were being infiltrated by Species 8472, the Undine as they call them, but as typical Klingons they would not listen to a thing we said and we were forced to destroy them. We are currently en route as I speak to the debris field.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Undine Down
We caught up to the Undine ship in the Bomari debris field, which was surrounded by 4 Negh'Var ships. Not surprisingly while fighting the Undine, the Prophecy was left well enough alone by the Klingons. I guess as the old adage goes, "The enemy you know is better than the enemy you don't."
Our help was greeted with the usual Klingon gruff thanks which consisted of the usual theme of "We will let you live now, but you better hope we never meet again", to paraphrase.
With the destruction of the Undine ship behind us, we are headed back to Starbase 01, as Starfleet would like to debrief us and we need supplies.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87698.88
Kassae System Researcher
Our first foray into the Regulus System block will consist of attempting to rescue a researcher who Starfleet has lost contact with. They were rather vague about who this researcher is. It will be interesting to ask them some questions about the Kassae system as my adventures have so far not taken me there yet.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn Harrassing a Communications Array
The Klingon faction presence can be felt even more in the Regulus Sector Block where Gorn ships were attempting to take down a Starfleet communications array. We tried contacting the researchers on Kassae II but apparently they are dealing with a fire and probably additional Gorn. I'm sending an away party down to check it out.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Picard's Discovery
This is the site where Captain Jean Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Stargazer discovered ruins from an advanced proto-reptilian culture proven to be from more than 15,000 years ago!
The people at this facility made the discovery and many more, and the Gorn have just come through and demolished their research and killed some of the civilians. We must go rescue the remaining researches and get them to safety!
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn, Fires, and Scientists
Fighting through the Gorn and the various fires they set, we finally were able to rescue the remaining researchers on Kassae II. However, there is apparently another dig site on Kassae IV and we can't establish communications with the researchers there, so we must go check it out.
We asked the researchers why the Gorn were so intent on attacking them and destroying their work. Apparently 1000 years is not enough to make them forget that this used to be territory belonging to the Gorn Hegemony. Joining with the Klingons has allowed them to begin their campaign to reestablish it as such.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Battle for Hostages
The Gorn were keeping several Federation researchers hostage on Kassae IV. We attempted to gain access to the installation but it was guarded by many Gorn troops and a forcefield. We had to fight our way to the three forcefield emitters and shut them down one by one.
Several Ra'wiqs, including a very vicious Ra'wiq captain named Hodch were waiting for us in ambush. After dodging what seemed like endless boulders we finally killed the Ra'wiqs and Hodch transported to his ship, but not before sending up the hostages. The one remaining Vulcan hostage was already dead, unfortunately.
Our luck fared better in space where Hodch's ship was waiting with the hostages. We easily disabled their shields and beamed the hostages aboard. Hodch surrendered and retreated.
It was a long fight but I feel that we have saved many lives this day and are returning them to Starbase 01 as I speak.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87699.15
Delta Volanis and Memory Alpha
Starfleet wants me to take another pass through Delta Volanis, but before I do that I think I'll stop by Memory Alpha and see if Cmdr. Romaine can use any of the data I've been collecting to upgrade some of my gear.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gathering Data
Our second foray into the Delta Volanis cluster took us to the system of Gamma Australis Beta 464. Our science officer, Ensign Kell convinced me to stop here as it was a flush with anomalous readings. Being a science officer myself, I can't say I'm not intrigued to see what we will find. Hopefully some more data to take to Cmdr Romaine at Memory Alpha.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Additional Data
Our next stop took us to a location that was apparently a site of several skirmishes during the Federation's war with the Tzenkethi. The struggle has clearly resulted in quite a few more anomalous readings that we should take a look at.
Contrary to what the Starfleet recruiting office would have one believe, not every mission is rife with exciting battles, but to an explorer gathering data can be just as intriguing. It appears that the data here suggests the Tzenkethi were building an experimental polaric ion device that exploded on them.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
A Scientific Day
It appears the war has all but left the cluster, because excitement was not in the cards for us today as we explored the final system, Omega JHR. More anomalous data retrieved for Cmdr. Romaine.
After this we will head to our next mission patrolling the Risa sector. Things are bound to pick up then.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87701.63
Risa: Not Always a Vacation
Starfleet was so impressed with my handling of the Vulcan and Orion Sectors that they sent me to Risa. No not the planet unfortunately. I have been tasked to patrol the Risa sector and visit Omar, Tazi, Donia, and Koolhaas.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Mining in Omar
The Klingons set up 5 mining operations in the Omar system on various asteroids, attempting to strip mine the area free of dilithium before the Federation could notice. Starfleet Command issued a weapons free order that we were happy enough to oblige. I don't relish killing Klingon miners but they brought this war to our home and now they will pay.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Cloaked Klingons at Tazi
The Klingons have all but overrun Risa Sector. The proximity to Eta Eridani has not helped. When we arrived we received a hail from geologists on the surface complaining of cloaked ships in the area. We fought off 5 patrols so they shouldn't be back here any time soon. Hopefully in the future I will have more time to return and take a tour of the magnificent starbase.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Donia System Gorn Encounter
The first 2 systems had Klingons, this one had Gorn... what next, Orion? Probably. The Klingon faction has overrun Risa sector with all the various races. We stumbled upon 5 different patrols and luckily I had 2 other ships along for the ride because the Gorn Zilant Battleship is a force to reckon with. Maybe not for a Galaxy or Prometheus class, but the Prophecy had trouble keeping the shields down long enough to slide a torpedo through. Once we disposed of the Vishap Frigates, a multi-vector assault was enough to take down the shields of the Zilant pretty quickly.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium at Koolhaas
The Klingons are in search of Decalithium and red matter in the Koolhaas system. Starfleet mandates that any Decalithium deposits be preserved, as the destructive uses are enormous. We will have to dispose of any Klingon resistance before scanning the asteroids for the deposits.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Decalithium Secured
We were able to fight off 7 or so Klingon patrols and scan the asteroids for the Decalithium deposits. We notified Starfleet to send a followup team to assess the value of setting up a mining operation there. While in the communique, Starfleet notified us of our next mission which will take the Prophecy to its first mission in the Klingon neutral zone, or what's left of it anyway.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87702.01
Trip to Paris
On the way to the Klingon Neutral Zone, Starfleet has requested that the Prophecy take a detour to the Regulus system to meet with he Kuvah'Magh, as the Klingons call her. She is Lieutenant Miral Paris, born to Tom Paris and B'Ellana Tores on the USS Voyager shortly before it returned home. She is believed by some devout Klingons to be the savior of the entire race. Her importance is critical to any possible solution we may be able to come to with the Klingons.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Diplomatic Rescue
After fighting through an Orion blockade we finally beamed down to where Lieutenant Miral Paris was waiting. She guided us through fighting to 5 different spatial charges that the Klingons were setting up. The Orions kept beaming down to block us and the Klingons were guarding the charges. It was like fighting a whole army, but not one of them was a worthy opponent save a few Klingon Swordmasters. Now we must enter the facility and rescue 4 Federation diplomats that are being held hostage by a Klingon named T'Kurk. Captain James T. Kirk would be sorely disappointed to have such a vile psuedo-namesake.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Dissent
It appears that we have at least one Klingon on the side of peace and sanity. Ambassador Kos was attempting to meet with Lt. Paris and discovered that it was a rival Klingon named B'Vat that was attempting to keep the fires of war burning.
Having rescued the four Federation diplomats, we beamed aboard the Prophecy and were met by Ambassador Kos who filled us in. We fought an honorable battle against B'Vat who fled like a frightened targ with its tail between its legs. So much for the honorable Klingon death.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87702.27
Arucanis Arm
After the ordeal in Regulus IV, I was planning on making my way to K7 to assist Commander Wildman, but Starfleet has ordered me to take some time to explore the Arucanis Arm star cluster while in the area.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Radiation Leak
Our first venture into the Arucanis Arm took us to a power station on Beta Leonis D-N LB. It appears some malfunctions caused a radiation leak that caused the occupants to abandon it. The radiation was detectable even several 1000 km away from the planet. With our advanced personal shields we were able to go in and fix the leak. When we left the power station was stable and the radiation levels were falling. We contacted the local crews to come in and do the remaining cleanup.
Ensign Sylla Kell, my Science Officer was instrumental in determining the issues and fixing them. It was nice to be able to help people out with our knowledge rather than our weapons for a change.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Questionable Research Methods
We discovered a system called G-P 281 with an asteroid belt several thousand kilometers from the planet. Upon arrival we were contacted by a representative requesting our help in locating and scanning some lost ships in the belt. It appears that the ships were disabled due to isolytic beam weapons, which have been banned for decades due to the fact that they cause tears in subspace. It turns out that the intelligence agency on G-P 281 was testing these beam weapons on their own ships! The government was deeply apologetic and contacted Starfleet directly to tell them of our findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Widrab Encounter
The Widrab had annexed a facility on Xi Australis Alpha 493 that the Federation was very intent on taking back. We struggled to take back the base and almost lost several lives in the process. The Wibrab fighting style was very erratic and confrontational. They would run right up into your face and fire off shots or try to impale you with a knife with no regard to their own safety. They made Klingons look like pussycats in comparison. In addition, the Widrab Captain had some sort of shield regeneration device that I have never seen before, or never will as it unfortunately must have gotten vaporized along with the rest of him. Luckily we made it out with our heads intact, but if I never see another Widrab again I'd be just fine with that.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87704.51
K7 Defense
Deep in the Eta Eridani Sector block, the K7 Deepspace starbase is being attacked by Klingons as it is bordered on the neutral zone. Starfleet would like me to meet the K7 personnel and ask them how I can assist the defense effort. Specifically they want me to report to Commander Naomi Wildman. On a personal note, I look forward to talking to the Commander and asking her about her childhood way out in the Delta Quadrant on the USS Voyager.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
New Headquarters
Many of the U.S.S. Prophecy operations can now be directed out of the Deepspace K7 Space Station. Commander Wildman has instructed me to report to the Battle Masters, Commander Makza and Captain Mackenzie Calhoun. I'm sure they will have many more missions for me in the days to come while we fight off this massive invasion.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87707.06
Regulus Defense
Starfleet was so impressed by my ability to defend the Sirius Sector Block that they have tasked me to do the same in the more dangerous Regulus Sector Block. I do expect there to be more Klingon raiding parties, though, as it is quite near to Qo'nos.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Kassae Sector Secure
It looks like instead of the Klingons, the Gorn have set up operations in the Regulus Sector Block. With the help of some fellow Starfleet ships, the Prophecy has made the Kassae Sector safer from Gorn infiltration. However, Starfleet has instructed me to also visit 4 systems in the Kassae Sector to make sure everything is running smoothly there. The Prophecy will visit Sardah, Dace, Cernan, and Servin.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Naussicans in Sardah
It appears some Nausicaan thugs were harassing Federation citizens in the Sardah system over some relatively cheap and widely available resources. The Nausicaans are quite aggressive and have a unique automated drone called a Power Syphon, which saps the power from your starship. My weapons originally needed to be diverted to taking care of the power syphons, but with the new installation of an Automated Defense Turret installed by my Chief Engineer, Ensign Kilani, I am free to focus my efforts on the Syphon Frigate.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dace Reptiles
The Gorn were interested in another planet that appeared to support an ancient proto-reptilian culture. Federation scientists were on their way to do research there and came upon a Gorn blockade. They headed back to safety and Starfleet instructed the Prophecy to come clean up. 5 Gorn squadrons later, the planet is now safe to study.
On my way to the planet I have been researching a way to build a new sensor scanner to outfit on the Prophecy. With the help of Ensign Sylla Kell, we have constructed the scan to pick up enemy cloaked ships and lower the enemy's damage resistances at the same time. It came in quite handy against the Gorn, but I'd like to try it on some Klingon Birds of Prey. Additionally, Ensign Kilani installed a new phaser turret to replace our rear phaser array. The 360 degree radius helps deal quite a lot of damage to ships in the bow.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Benzite Wreckage
On Cernan we found the remains of a Benzite ship that was lost years ago. We scanned the pieces of ship strewn across the area to determine what happened. The ship apparently irritated some Orions and paid the price for it.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Servin Radiation
As we passed the Servin system during our patrol of the sector, Ensign T'Lana picked up some unusual radiation signals and we detoured to the system. We reported the findings to Starfleet and they indicated that intelligence picked up communications from Orion ships recently, reporting that they were studying the unusual radiation. Starfleet wants us to get rid of the Orion patrols and mining drones so the Federation can send in an SCE (Starfleet Corps of Engineers) ship to investigate.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Borg Reappearance
It appears the radiation was leaking from a broken down Borg Sphere. This means that they might have stuck around, or returned to federation space after their defeat at the Vega system. We'll have to be careful in our missions not to run into them solo.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87707.26
Celes Research
The U.S.S. ShiKahr needs our help. They are doing research and have had power failures. We need to rendezvous with them and do what we can to help them. Lt. Tischenko of the U.S.S. Sierra has agreed to help me in this mission.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Nausicaan Raiders
We beamed the scientists from the U.S.S. ShiKahr aboard and took them to several unique looking asteroids in the Celes Nebula. It appears the asteroids cause massive power failures while in full impulse, which the ShiKahr was not aware of. Having the benefit of hindsight, we lowered impulse when in range of the effects of the asteroid.
The third asteroid was home to a squadron of Nausicaans who may have been hoping the ShiKahr would come near it so they could loot the ship. Once we had the data, we transported the scientists to Starbase 114.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
War is Good for Business
Once at Starbase 114, the administrator there asked us to determine why 3 containers of kemocite were missing from the cargo bays. Lt. Tischenko and I determined the kemocite was taken by an unknown party so we beamed back up to the Prophecy to scan the various cargo ships around the starbase. We found the kemocite on a Ferengi ship called SS Nandi, and proceeded to chase it down. It led us to a Nausicaan facility near another one of the asteroids that caused us to fly in low impulse.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ferengi Traitor Mok
After a long battle with more Nausicaans we finally were able to beam back down to the facility. We fought through the Nausicaan security guards to where they were holding the kemocite and transported it back to our ships. We then found the Ferengi named Captain Mok who was trying to sell the kemocite to the Nausicaans. We struggled to take down his shields and then marked him for transport to the Prophecy!
The Ferengi are known for their treachery when it comes to business dealings, but I thought with the recruitment of the first Ferengi into Starfleet, Nog, as well as the myriad of other Ferengi that have joined since then, there would be less of a chance they would try to mess with the Federation. I guess there will always be treacherous people in the midst of any race no matter how evolved.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87708.91
Celes Patrol
Commander Sulu is having me make the rounds in every local sector, it seems. This time he wants me to patrol the Celes Sector. I'm glad to see that the Prophecy has shown him that we can handle patrols further out from Federation space. Hopefully we can do some good in this sector. Being from Bajor and Sol, I have lived primarily in the Alpha quadrant and have not yet visited these Beta quadrant planets, so I am enthusiastic that I am able to do so for Starfleet. I will visit the systems in the following order: Veela, Hana, Watron, and finally Mandel, to see what kind of help I can provide.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Mining Operation
The Orions sure have some gall. They have set up a mining operation in a Federation system! The Federation cargo ships stood by while we dealt with the Orions. They had stolen supplies from the cargo ships and hid them at one of the facilities.
We found the facility with the supplies and beamed down to lower a dampening field that was keeping us from beaming them back up. Then we had to go and mark each crate for transport. The Orions and their guerrilla fighting tactics were no match for our strategic planned multi-vector assault formations.
Next we visit the Hana system to see what awaits us there.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
USS Mirek at Hana
While en route to the Hana system, we received a communication from the U.S.S. Mirek. They wanted us to hold the system for them until they arrived. Apparently they asked Sulu for a ship to help them take back a Starfleet mining outpost from the Klingons.
We fought through disruptor turrets and cannons to get to the base that was guarded by 3 Birds of Prey. After the battle that ensued, the Prophecy kept watch while an away team from the Mirek beamed down to retake the facility.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mandel Mining Attack
The Mandel system containing a starbase and several mining facilities was attacked by an unknown force. The Gorn arrived shortly after, but weren't responsible. They did try to stop us from scanning the destroyed bases, however, but readings of residual material left over from the weapons fire pointed to Nausicaans.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Detour
I just received an urgent communique from Starfleet. They want the Prophecy to detour to the Zenik system on our way to Mandel. Also they mentioned that I should visit Starbase 114 as my last stop in addition to the other systems previously mentioned.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Zenik Flame Moths
We were routed to Zenik because the colonists had seen several alien creatures orbiting the planet. We discovered the creatures to be a space-dwelling species called the Pycan Flame Moth. The moth is relatively harmless and the colonists can even watch the moths hatch which is apparently quite a show. The creatures came to the planet because despite being able to survive in the vacuum of space, they require a breathable atmosphere to incubate their young.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mandel Pirates
It appears Orion pirates have been setting up shop in the Mandel system, to take advantage of sensor dampening material in the debris orbiting one of the planets. A Starfleet ship was lost here recently so Cmdr. Sulu ordered me to clean up and put a stop to the Orion menace in the area. We did just that. Hopefully they will think twice about harassing Federation citizens again.
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by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:29 pm
CAPTAIN JOEY DAY SISKO
By Evshell
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Celes "Accidents"
I've arrived at Starbase 114 in the Celes system as ordered for the Prophecy's final patrol duty of the Celes Sector. It appears a series of suspicious accidents has befallen the Starfleet personnel working in the base. Commander Thiral wants us to investigate the matter and report back with our findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Three Separate Incidents
So far I've learned that three occurrences of the "accidents" have occurred when a certain Lieutenant Syfir was not accounted for. The first involved a cargo lift falling on someone, the second was an EPS conduit exploding and injuring several crew members, and the third was a mistake where a counselor received a transfusion of Bolian blood, which is known to be very toxic to many different species. We will have to talk to Lt. Syfir and investigate the areas where the incidents occurred.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Possible Framing of Syfir
It appears that all the circumstantial evidence points to Lt. Syfir, but it all is a little too convenient. The evidence appears to have been planted to point specifically to him in all three cases. Additionally an officer of his background and intellect should have been able to cover his tracks better. We are on our way to talk to Lieutenant to see if we can find out more.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Blackmail
Well it appears the real culprit was Commander Thiral which I had a feeling about from the start. He too conveniently swept over the fact that he had no alibi and simply stated "I obviously didn't do it". It appears he was in a rather large debt to the Orion Syndicate and was trying to cover his tracks by placing blame on Lt. Syfir. He rigged the replicator to alter the state of the Lieutenant's raktajino to put him into a suggestive state, similar to the effects of sodium pentathol. We triggered the replicator which sent a message to Cmdr. Thiral to find Lt. Syfir and tell him what to do, but instead we were there to trap him.
On a personal note, it seems that I am to receive a promotion to Lieutenant Commander when I get back to Starbase 01. It appears my efforts in the recent week have paid off. I will be subsequently promoting my Chief Engineer, Ensign Kilani, to Lieutenant for his innovative phaser turret and ship upgrades, as well as for all his hard work in keeping us safe during these trying times.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87723.50
New Ship and Recruits
Having been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, I've received a new Constitution class ship that I have christened the U.S.S. Emissary, with respects to my Grandfather, Benjamin Sisko. In addition I've recruited two new talented officers, Gree'lak, a Klingon who has taken to his role of Chief of Security rather well, and a Ferengi female doctor named Nagee who will be our new Chief Medical Officer. It will be nice to have an actual doctor on the ship. On the Prophecy I had to make due with the Medical Hologram, Mk I.
I'm very pleased to be continuing on with this fine new ship and crew, and I feel especially honored to carry on with the refit of the iconic Constitution class starship, one of which carried the name "Enterprise" with Captain James T. Kirk at her helm.
CHAPTER 2 : USS EMISSARY
*WARNING: This contains spoilers about all STO Lieutenant Commander level misssions
Starfleet Profile - U.S.S. Emissary
Name: U.S.S. Emissary
Serial: NX-93976-A
Make:
Hull: Constitution
Nacelles: Vesper
Neck: Vesper
Pylon: Excalibur
Saucer: Constitution
Constructed: 2409
Current Captain: Lieutenant Commander Joseph Daystrom Sisko - Bajoran/Human (2409-Present)
Previous Captains: none
Captain's Log - Stardate 87710.02
Klingon Defector
It appears that there is a servant from one of the Klingon noble houses that has information in exchange for her safe transport out of Klingon space. Starfleet has tasked me to go to Argelius II and retrieve the Klingon named Marta.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Cargo Thugs
After scanning several ships in the vicinity of the station named "Treasure Trading Station", disabling the ships, and transporting away the black-market cargo inside, we beamed down to the station to attempt to locate Marta. We found the local bartender who was a tight lipped Ferengi who as usual wanted some gold pressed latinum to loosen his tongue. Instead we threatened him with a bit of (perfectly legal) Federation inspections of his bar.
Our inspection did not go unnoticed by a bunch of local thugs who tried to end us right there in the bar! This section of space is no place for the unwitting or defenseless. We fought off the riff raff and the bartender finally told us where to find Marta.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Surprise
After fighting off endless Klingons and taking down the shields protecting them from intruders, we finally found a docking bay holding several other Federation citizens and Marta, who to our surprise turned out to be an Orion princess. She had some information about B'vat that she would only pass on to Starfleet intelligence. Of course, Captain Urthog, who kidnapped her in the first place put up a fight and we finally "persuaded" him to give us the encryption key to Marta's cell. His ship, the I.K.S. Sarpek met us in battle outside the station and we succeeded in destroying it easily. Hopefully Marta's information can help put an end to B'vat's interference in the possible peace between the Federation and the Klingons.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Chief Medical Officer Nagee
Full Name: Nagee
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Ferengi / Bajoran
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Xenobiology
Exobiology
Chemistry
Pre-Med (Post-Graduate)
Doctorate of Medicine
Cardiology
Biography:
Nagee was born on Ferenginar to Grand Nagus Rom and his Bajoran wife, Leeta, on 2382. Being the champion of progressive reform and women's rights, the Grand Nagus was thrilled to learn of his daughter's intent to follow her half-brother Nog into the Starfleet academy.
She spent three years obtaining a science degree, and then another two years in pre-med studies, and a final three years getting her medical degree. She graduated with honors in 2407, and spent two additional years working and learning under the guidance of the medical hologram (mark III) of the U.S.S. Mercy, an Olympic class vessel providing support to the war effort in Eti Eridani.
After showing an incredible amount of knowledge, perseverance, and a steady hand in surgery, she was promoted to Chief Medical Officer aboard the U.S.S. Emissary, under the command of Lieutenant Commander Joseph Daystrom Sisko.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87720.74
Argelius Sector Patrol
It has been quite a challenge to upkeep the Emissary recently. The ship size is quite a step up from the Prophecy, and delegation is required to make sure all systems are diagnosed and fixed on a regular basis. My Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Kilani, has been instrumental in addressing all concerns of and managing the different departments. My second-shift Science Officer, Ensign Nagee has also been quite helpful in organizing the teams for secondary scientific research missions. However, I have had more people coming to my ready room, requesting various things than ever before. My Tactical Officer, Ensign T'Lana has asked me to requisition an upgraded phaser array, which I have to fill out various forms for. My Transporter Chief, Ensign Imjim, has asked that we replace all the EPS relays in the transporter room for safety reasons, which is important but requires time and resources, and Ensign Sylla Kell, the Science Officer wants to upgrade the astrometrics lab to the new standard installed on the Discovery class vessels.
Meanwhile, Starfleet has asked us to patrol the Argelius sector. We keep getting pushed further out into unknown territory, and luckily with the improved warp core on this Constitution class vessel, the trip won't be as time consuming.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn Mine Snare on Ruben
The Gorn have apparently trapped some Federation science teams on the various asteroids of the Ruben system by surrounding them with mines! They're waiting for their superiors to arrive to claim their prize. Starfleet has instructed the Emissary to remove the mine fields so the freighters can safely navigate away. My Ensign T'Lana has suggested we focus on the mine fields first before dealing with any enemy ships, and I tend to agree.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Europani Biting Plants
After successfully freeing the freighters from the mines, we ventured on to the Europani system where a research team was studying some interesting flora that apparently bite if antagonized. The big news is the Klingons, however, who have transported down, claimed the area as their own, and captured the lead researcher. We will have to be very careful not to antagonize the plants or the Klingons too much until we retrieve the researcher. Nagee, being an exo-biologist, is jumping up and down with joy at the prospect of studying such rare exotic plants. I just want to save this researcher and then we'll talk about sticking around to discuss findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Xleen Minerals
After saving the researchers and giving Ensigns Nagee and Sylla time to study the local plant life with the researchers, we headed to the Xleen system where some Nausicaans were attempting to get their hands on some valuable minerals. My Tactical Officer, Ensign T'Lana has informed me that the U.S.S. Welch reported that the Nausicaans are protecting the sites with some fixed turret emplacements, so we'll have to approach this one carefully.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Crusher Particles from Maro
The new automated defense turret that Kilani designed is helping out quite well in some situations. Namely the mines on Ruben and the Nausicaan Power Syphons. After dispatching the Nausicaans and their fixed phaser and photon turrets, we ventured on to the Maro system. One of the planets in the system is emitting what are called "Crusher Particles" and nearby arrays were collecting them. The Orions tampered with the arrays so we had to first fix 7 of them and then destroy the Orion patrols. Lieutenant Kilani and Ensign Sylla Kell led a team that used our remote repair algorithms and sensors to realign the arrays. Sylla informed me that the Orions were toying with catastrophe, because if the collectors had fallen out of orbit it could've caused a massive explosion, knocking several systems out of galactic orbit and destabilizing the entire sector! Maybe their goal was to get the non-Federation systems in the sector quad to blame it on the Federation and drag them into the war on the side of the Klingon faction. Regardless of intentions, the Orions are becoming a very big threat that must be put down soon.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Chief of Security Gree'lek
Full Name: Gree'lek son of Tal'shek
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Klingon / Human
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Security
Starship Operations
Battle Leadership
Intruder Alert Protocol
Weapons Training
Tactical (minor)
Starship Weapons
Biography:
Gree'lek was born in 2380 to the honorable Tal'shek of the house of Mogh. Consequently he is a cousin to the late, great General Worf and had always admired how he was able to balance his Klingon heritage and his service to Starfleet.
Part of the reason for Gree'lek's decision to join Starfleet in 2398 was that he is half human. His mother was an ambassador to the Empire who, in 2407, was killed in an unfortunate "accident" in orbit of Qo'noS. He knows it was not an accident and has vowed to find and bring the real killer to justice.
As an Ensign and Tactical/Security officer, he chose to joined Lt. Cmdr. Joseph Daystrom Sisko on his new ship, the U.S.S. Emissary because he had heard of the honorable battles fought by the Captain aboard the U.S.S. Prophecy.
He now serves aboard the Emissary as its chief Security officer, leaving the Tactical duties to T'Lana.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87720.94
Hegemonic Gorn
The Gorn have claimed the Tastig system and have launched an all-out assault. Since I was in the Argelius sctor, Starfleet has asked me to join in the fight. As we learned earlier, they are not too happy about Federation citizens living in what they claim to be their territory, and now with the backing of the Klingons they have become more brazen than ever. Ensign Gree'lek, my Klingon Chief of Security has become more and more enraged by the dishonorable tactics the Klingons have come to use over the past 10 years. He says that using Orions to fight their battles is an obvious affront to the great Kahless, and I tend to agree.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dreadnaught Down
This was an all out war between 10 starfleet vessels and many, many Gorn Frigates, Cruisers, and Battleships. They kept bringing in their best ships to stop us and we kept knocking them down. As we approached the planet we saw several battleships deploying mines to protect them on one side and some orbital platforms containing fixed phaser and quantum torpedo turret emplacements. In addition, a heavily armed, heavily shielded dreadnought battleship took quite a long time for all 10 cruisers and escorts to take down. We succeeded in retaking Tastig, for now.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87725.80
Marta's Contribution
Starfleet has learned from Marta, the Orion we rescued, that there is a secret Klingon base located in the Briar Patch of the Kassae Sector. Fortunately, because the Emissary was involved in the rescue of Marta, we get to be the ones to raid the base and destroy any weapons we find.
Ensign Gree'lek is anxious to show the followers of B'vat the folly of what they are attempting.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Faction Scientists
We found and rescued 2 scientists who had previously been working for the Klingons. When the Klingons wanted something to punch through solid neutronium or destroy a small planet, the researchers either refused or said it was impossible. Most of the scientists seem to have been slaughtered and these 2 that we rescued have abandoned any help they would have previously given to the Klingons.
My first officer, T'Lana, said it would be illogical to let them go, but they helped me get into the weapons lab so we could destroy the prototypes. There's not much more information they can give Starfleet Intelligence.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Double Cross
It turns out that the weapon prototypes were actually on a ship escaping from the system! B'vat tried to trap us in the faacility so our own spatial charges would destroy us. We managed to escape thanks to my clever away team and we tracked down the ship with the real weapons, which have now been destroyed.
I instructed Ensign T'Lana to contact Starfleet immediately and warn them that Marta was actually a double agent, placed with us to lead us to the facility.
With the addition of Chief of Security, Gree'lek, and Medical Officer Nagee, the effectiveness of my away team has increased quite a bit. Lieutenant Kilani provides much needed shield regeneration and transports in a turret when things get tough. Ensign Gree'lek has focused fighting skills that serve well. Ensign Nagee provides medical support when they penetrate our shields and we happen to get injured.
By far, the most effective and resiliant help I have had through my whole experience as Captain, has been my First Officer T'Lana. She has provided much needed support in both Tactical operations on the ship and hand-to-hand combat on the ground. Because of crew constraints I had previously had to promote Kilani to Lieutenant, but when I get back to Starbase 01, I plan on promoting Ensign T'Lana as well.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87748.09
Border Patrol
Starfleet has been having trouble with the Gorn attacking systems in the Xarantine system. After a prolonged hiatus in drydock for repairs, the Emissary has been instructed to join a task force that will patrol the border with Eta Eridani.
After all this time, my crew is itching for a fight, especially Ensign Gree'lek.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Satellite Recovery
First the S.S. Boyce, a trade ship needed assistance and rescue from some Gorn. The Emissary got rid of the Gorn thanks to my Tactical and First Officer, T'Lana's quick thinking. I really need to give her a promotion next time we go back to Earth Starbase. The satellites near some asteroids in the vicinity of Xarantine Planet were able to be reconfigured by Lieutenant Kilani to help repair the Boyce.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Medical Mission
Receiving an urgent hail from the Vulcan ship T'Pau, we learned that they were on a medical relief mission to the Xarantine planet. The Takanian syndrome has broken out on the surface and they were on their way to deliver supplies. However, the Klingon and Gorn have been blockading the planet, so we had to escort the T'Pau to a rendezvous point near the planet.
We then had to beam down and thanks to the strategies of our Chief of Security, Ensign Gree'lek, we have survived the long hike up the mountainside, through many Klingon and Gorn invaders.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Lost Eagle
Having secured the area on Xarantine, we were directed by Starfleet to head to the Trimble System where the U.S.S. Eagle was last seen. The Eagle was lost and Starfleet wanted us to find and assist them.
We found the Eagle, ironically being Preyed upon by some Birds. We routed the ships and then had to beam down to the Eagle to rescue the remaining survivors, which were few. The Klingons were interested enough in some genetic resequencers and bio-mimetic gel stored on the medical ship to attack such a ship, an act which holds no honor and further infuriated my Chief of Security.
We just arrived at Earth Starbase and I have awarded my First Officer T'Lana with a long overdue promotion to Lieutenant.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87750.97
Pi Canis Defense
It would have been nice if I had received these orders before heading back to Earth Starbase, but Starfleet now has ordered the Emissary to defeat some enemies in the Pi Canis Sector Block, which is where Xarantine is located. I have sent out some hails to other Starfleet vessels in the area and we are gearing up for some interesting battles to come.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Xarantine Patrol
Now that the Pi Canis Sector Block is a little more stable, Starfleet has asked the Emissary to patrol the Xarantine Sector. We're definitely making our way around. Soon we're going to run out of sectors to patrol!
If my First Officer Lieutenant T'Lana had emotions, I would say she was itching for a fight and we certainly got quite a few defending the sector. Now we'll see what the Seedea, Kern, Danteri, and Honod systems have in store.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ferenginar News / Seedea System
Begin Personal Entry:
While on our way to the Seedea system I had a chance to chat with Nagee about her family. Being fairly close to her half brother Nog, I've met Nagee here and there, but never really had a chance to really get to know her. Apparently spending all those years in Starfleet Academy and then in Medical School, she hasn't had time to visit her father much. We've discovered that I've actually seen Nog more recently. But she says that Rom has really taken to his role and made quite a few sweeping changes, not the least of which allow her to now server in Starfleet. The alliance between Ferenginar and the Federation and the vast amount of new Ferengi recruits was largely his doing. She also mentioned that he had a great fondness for my grandfather and spoke of him highly when he'd go on, partly daydreaming and partly speaking, about one of his Deepspace 9 stories.
But we are now here at the Seedea system and received an urgent call from the S.S. Rover asking for help. The transport was attempting to rescue some citizens on stations surrounding the planet and the Gorn were keeping it from getting close enough to beam them up. The transport is now loaded and on its way to Starbase 26.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Spies at Kern
Lieutenant T'Lana, my Tactial and First Officer cleverly dectected that the Klingons had set up spy satellites around a gas giant in the Kern system. They were using the radiation from the planet to hide the satellites' signatures. Luckily we were able to scout them out and destroy them along with some patrolling Klingon vessels.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Danteri Corporate Warfare
While patrolling near the Danteri system, we were hailed by the Danteri Trade Commission. Rival businesses on the planet had actually begun shooting at each other over a dispute! We were asked to beam down and mediate the situation.
I beamed down with Gree'lek as my security hoping that a very tall, very angry Klingon would help them see the error of their ways. First I visited the business called Araglo's Discount Commodities.
Araglo accused Glaren from the of stealing his goods. He had no proof, just an idea that Glaren was the culprit due to prejudiced. So naturally we visited Glaren to hear his side of the story. Glaren turned out to be Araglo's own brother! He said if Araglo agreed to a cease fire he would be glad to, but first I'd have to try to convince him that it was actually the Nausicaans that stole his goods.
After a rather racist remark about Klingons which made me have to hold back my Chief of Security, we obtained shipping orders from Araglo so we could inspect Glaren's cargo. In an interesting twist it turned out that Glaren actually bought the stolen goods from the Nausicaans, not realizing they belonged to Araglo, so he agreed to give them back. Also, he agreed to sign the cease fire as did Araglo.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Possible Romulan Attacks at Honod
Arriving at an asteroid belt in the Honod system, we were hailed by the local authorities that said several cargo ships were destroyed in the area. They wanted proof of who the culprits were and suspected Romulan involvement.
After scanning the destroyed freighter vessels, we deteremined that the weapons residue contained antiprotons. We scanned for more antiprotons and Ensign Sylla Kell, my Science Officer, and First Officer, Lieutenant T'Lana have decided that it is almost certainly Romulan weapons signature. We sent the data off to the authorities and are heading back to Earth Starbase for a debriefing and to restock.
On our way I would like to run some drills to allow us to better prepare for a torpedo strike, both in the realm of security and ship systems. It is a project I'm calling operation Brace for Impact. I'll have Ensign Gree'lek coordiante that through my second-shift engineer, Ensign Imjim who hasn't had a decent project in a while.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87763.95
Laurentian Battles
While patrolling the Xarantine Sector, the Emissary was hailed and alerted of several skirmishes in the Laurentian System. It appears that the Klingons have some scouts in the system as well as some mining operations on the surface. We will have to take out the scout force and then break through the forces on the planet to destroy the mining operation.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
General Orders
The Laurentian space battle turned into an all out war! Along with dozens of other starfleet vessels, the Emissary contributed to the battle with her powerful defensive capabilities and the ability to draw the fighters off quick. We broke through several squadrons of cruisers and battleships, along with a line of defensive turrets, to find Laurentian Prime completely demolished and General D'ald waiting for us. Our orders were to destroy General D'ald's ship along with anyone helping him, and we just barely survived the battle to warp back to the Laurentian space station.
I give credit to Lieutenant T'Lana, my First Officer, for successfully practicing and executing operation Brace for Impact. This proved invaluable against the many torpedoes flying through the battle.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ultimate Weapon
The Klingons were setting up mining operations in the Laurentian System in order to collect materials for some kind of ultimate planet killer weapon. We denied them this material but who knows how much they've already collected.
My Chief of Security, Ensign Gree'lek was enraged when I told my senior staff about the weapon in our briefing. He cooled down after a little while, mumbling something about dishonorable targs. I hate to have to tell him what else I learned from Starfleet. That the reason they were collecting all the medical supplies also has something to do with genetic engineering to create an ultimate Klingon.
Considering the issues they have had with augments and the disease called the Levodian Flu that swept through their race in the 22nd and 23rd centuries, I would think they would be more cautious when it comes to genetic engineering. Starfleet has asked us to go ot the Korvat System in the Hromi Sector to investigate further.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Genetic Engineering
Starfleet's assumptions were correct. The Klingons are attempting to restart the augmentation process in their warriors. We HAVE to put a stop to this! The Eugenics Wars were one of the worst, if not the worst, catastrophes in Earth history. After defeating a rather amateur Klingon who was all talk, we have taken to chasing down the Klingons carrying the biomemetic gel that they stole from the Korvat research facility to H'atoria, deep in Klingon territory.
I've had Nagee alter our main bridge crew to look Klingon and I've let Ensign Gree'lek appear as the captain for any hails we get from Klingon ships on the way. The ruse is that we stole the Emissary and are taking it back to Qo'nos.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Singh Sings
We beamed down to H'atoria and after fighting through several Klingon patrols we found a laboratory full of Gorn Augments which were obviously quite a feat to subdue. We found out that Amar Singh, presumably a descendant of Kahn Noonien Singh was doing augmentation experiments on the Gorn, aided by the Klingons. B'vat set this up to provide for augment warriors int he war, but apparently the Klingon augments went crazy and escaped. We'll have to watch out for them in the future. We won't want to run into them like we did with the crazed Gorn augments.
We're heading back to Earth Starbase for some overdue repairs. Also, Lieutenant T'Lana needs some more of those handy photon grenades she started using.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87767.20
Hromi Cluster
Starfleet thinks we've seen too many fights recently, and I tend to agree. They've directed the battle-weary Emissary to explore the Hromi Cluster. This will be like a working vacation for me as I let Ensigns Imjim and Sylla Kell take over the operation. Maybe I'll invite Lt. T'Lana and Ensign Gree'lek to the Captain's Mess to discuss the recent occurrences in the war with the Klingons and see if they have any insights into what we should do to survive the coming days, weeks, even months.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Strekkelan Spies
Unfortunately it seems that scientific exploration had to take a backseat to finding aid for a couple planets and investigating some crashed probes on another. Some Strekkelan officers were trying to find the probes as well. We managed to scan them to collect the data and avoided most of them. Some of them were too close to the probes and had to be dealt with though. They were not interested in talking, and attacked us immediately.
At least the ship itself did not see any battle and this gave Lt. Kilani time to work on some repairs and refits.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87775.51
U.S.S. Kirk
Admiral Quinn has directed the Emissary to meet up with the U.S.S. Kirk in the Hromi Sector, because they may have more information on the Klingon-Gorn Augments B'vat and Singh tried to create.
On the way they want us to do yet another patrol of the same sector which is right on the border of Klingon space. We're to keep a look out for unusual activities in the region which may give a clue to their tactics. I'll leave that in the capable hands of Ensign Gree'lek, who is half Klingon, so should be the most sensitive to any odd behavior.
We'll start off with the Veyga system, then continue on to Maiewski, Kalferi, and Var.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mined Miners
The Gorn were harassing miners in the Veyga system. The would surround the asteroids with mines so that they could ransack the place without letting the mining ship escape. We freed 6 mining ships from their grasp.
The Orions were also attacking several replicator mining asteroids in the Maieweski system. They seem to be picking on miners in this area a lot. Robert T. Oakley of the U.S.S. Ben Maddox assisted me in getting rid of them. With his escort class ship the Orions didn't stand a chance.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Nausicaans Waves
A few waves of Nausicaans were attacking the U.S.S. Bale, who was sending out a distress signal we picked up on. My bridge crew performed admirably even in the face of a Talon Battleship. The battleship exploded off our starboard bow and took down our shields. There were hull breaches throughout the right side of the ship. We'll have to be careful about getting too close to this big ships from now on.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Research "Misunderstanding"
The Gorn seemed to have thought that the research facility here that are working on medicinal experiments were researching weapons, so we had to protect them.
Interestingly there seemed to be a cloaked Klingon warship in the vicinity, just watching the process. They wouldn't have even been seen had Lieutenant T'Lana not noticed the increased Tachyon emissions in the vicinity.
Now on to meet up with the U.S.S. Kirk.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87785.55
Rescuing Kirk, the Ship
Having found the U.S.S. Kirk, she was in a sorry state, being attacked by several Klingon Birds of Prey. We fought off the ships and boarded the Kirk. In the battle that ensued I saw B'vat running away with Lieutenant Miral Paris, but it was too late. He escaped with Lieutenant Paris to the Gateway planet.
After chasing them to the planet, Lieutenant T'Lana dutifully reminded me that the Gateway planet was under Federation quarantine, but we don't leave a person behind. We beamed down as well and chased them until B'vat took her through the Guardian of Forever. The rest of the team marvelled at this phenomenon and wondered what it was. As a captain, I had to be briefed on the various top secret security risks and phenomenon that had been previously discovered. This one was found but Captain James T. Kirk, when he and then Lieutenant Commander Spock chased Dr. McCoy back to circa 1930.
The Guardian has indicated that we must go back to whatever date B'vat went to, in order to fix the damage he has done to the past. The immense power of the Guardian is quite mind-blowing as he... it?... whatever it may be is even sending our vessel through as well.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Rescuing Kirk, the Person
Despite what the ship's stardate says, the actual stardate is 13149.68. We have been taken to the year 2270, and see an old constitution class in the grip of battle with some old D7 cruisers and B'vat's ship, the I.K.S. Worvig. The ship contacted us and I could hear the familiar voice of Spock identify the ship as the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Lieutenant T'Lana deduced that it would not violate the Temporal Prime Directive to save them, as B'vat was not involved in the battle originally, and obviously the U.S.S. Enterprise survived. In addition, our ship's memory banks indicate that this is the battle where the Enterprise was defeated and that led to the downfall of the first United Federation of Planets. First, but not last apparently, as we are still here.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Shadows of the Past
After saving the Enterprise, Commander Spock thanked us, which was to say the least, a thrill. He then asked for more information, which we were obliged to decline, as much as I wanted to.
After chasing down and disabling the Worvig we were able to beam down and find a certain Klingon with the Augment disease. He fired upon us but after a few more shots exchanged, he surrendered. He claimed to be Captain B'vat.
I suppose lasting effects of the Augmentation process could have caused B'vat to live almost 200 years. Assuming as captain of a ship, he must be at least 40, then the "current" Ambassador B'vat would be around 180 years old!
He explained about beings who contacted them to ask for their help in the temporal cold war. He said they refused, but learned of what they call the "kuvah'magh", which is Lieutenant Paris. They believed she was the key to curing them of the Augment disease. He also explained that his future self was crazed and acted dishonorably, so he now realizes the error of helping Ambassador B'vat. In addition he explained that this was a Predestination Paradox and that B'vat coming back actually erased the reason for the time travel in the first place, or something like that.
The temporal paradoxes give me a headache, but all I know is that we need to save Miral Paris from the madman that is Ambassador B'vat and get back to our own time.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Timeline Restored
We chased down Ambassador B'vat after disabling a forcefield he put up from the bridge. A vicious man, he continued to fight and an intense firefight ensued. In honor of Captain B'vat, we gave Ambassador B'vat an honorable death, as he most likely wished.
Rescuing Miral Paris, we headed back to the Emissary, and let Captain B'vat and the rest of the Klingons leave the ship, before destroying it, which Ensign Sylla Kell reminded me would be the best thing to do so as not to leave a trace of modern technology in the 23rd century.
We warped back to the Gateway planet, only to be set upon by more Klingons apparently not aware of the new truce we had with B'vat. They wanted both the kuvah'magh and our ship, but the Enterprise was nice enough to assist us in engaging the Klingons so we could escape. I was treated by the sound of Spock's voice again when he said, "I am not unfamiliar with time travel, Captain. We will endeavor to engage the Klingons until you escape."
After arriving back in our time, the Guardian assured us that the timeline has been restored. Now to endure the process of being debriefed by the Department of Temporal Investigations.
- Sisko out
By Evshell
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Celes "Accidents"
I've arrived at Starbase 114 in the Celes system as ordered for the Prophecy's final patrol duty of the Celes Sector. It appears a series of suspicious accidents has befallen the Starfleet personnel working in the base. Commander Thiral wants us to investigate the matter and report back with our findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Three Separate Incidents
So far I've learned that three occurrences of the "accidents" have occurred when a certain Lieutenant Syfir was not accounted for. The first involved a cargo lift falling on someone, the second was an EPS conduit exploding and injuring several crew members, and the third was a mistake where a counselor received a transfusion of Bolian blood, which is known to be very toxic to many different species. We will have to talk to Lt. Syfir and investigate the areas where the incidents occurred.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Possible Framing of Syfir
It appears that all the circumstantial evidence points to Lt. Syfir, but it all is a little too convenient. The evidence appears to have been planted to point specifically to him in all three cases. Additionally an officer of his background and intellect should have been able to cover his tracks better. We are on our way to talk to Lieutenant to see if we can find out more.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Blackmail
Well it appears the real culprit was Commander Thiral which I had a feeling about from the start. He too conveniently swept over the fact that he had no alibi and simply stated "I obviously didn't do it". It appears he was in a rather large debt to the Orion Syndicate and was trying to cover his tracks by placing blame on Lt. Syfir. He rigged the replicator to alter the state of the Lieutenant's raktajino to put him into a suggestive state, similar to the effects of sodium pentathol. We triggered the replicator which sent a message to Cmdr. Thiral to find Lt. Syfir and tell him what to do, but instead we were there to trap him.
On a personal note, it seems that I am to receive a promotion to Lieutenant Commander when I get back to Starbase 01. It appears my efforts in the recent week have paid off. I will be subsequently promoting my Chief Engineer, Ensign Kilani, to Lieutenant for his innovative phaser turret and ship upgrades, as well as for all his hard work in keeping us safe during these trying times.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87723.50
New Ship and Recruits
Having been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, I've received a new Constitution class ship that I have christened the U.S.S. Emissary, with respects to my Grandfather, Benjamin Sisko. In addition I've recruited two new talented officers, Gree'lak, a Klingon who has taken to his role of Chief of Security rather well, and a Ferengi female doctor named Nagee who will be our new Chief Medical Officer. It will be nice to have an actual doctor on the ship. On the Prophecy I had to make due with the Medical Hologram, Mk I.
I'm very pleased to be continuing on with this fine new ship and crew, and I feel especially honored to carry on with the refit of the iconic Constitution class starship, one of which carried the name "Enterprise" with Captain James T. Kirk at her helm.
CHAPTER 2 : USS EMISSARY
*WARNING: This contains spoilers about all STO Lieutenant Commander level misssions
Starfleet Profile - U.S.S. Emissary
Name: U.S.S. Emissary
Serial: NX-93976-A
Make:
Hull: Constitution
Nacelles: Vesper
Neck: Vesper
Pylon: Excalibur
Saucer: Constitution
Constructed: 2409
Current Captain: Lieutenant Commander Joseph Daystrom Sisko - Bajoran/Human (2409-Present)
Previous Captains: none
Captain's Log - Stardate 87710.02
Klingon Defector
It appears that there is a servant from one of the Klingon noble houses that has information in exchange for her safe transport out of Klingon space. Starfleet has tasked me to go to Argelius II and retrieve the Klingon named Marta.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Cargo Thugs
After scanning several ships in the vicinity of the station named "Treasure Trading Station", disabling the ships, and transporting away the black-market cargo inside, we beamed down to the station to attempt to locate Marta. We found the local bartender who was a tight lipped Ferengi who as usual wanted some gold pressed latinum to loosen his tongue. Instead we threatened him with a bit of (perfectly legal) Federation inspections of his bar.
Our inspection did not go unnoticed by a bunch of local thugs who tried to end us right there in the bar! This section of space is no place for the unwitting or defenseless. We fought off the riff raff and the bartender finally told us where to find Marta.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Orion Surprise
After fighting off endless Klingons and taking down the shields protecting them from intruders, we finally found a docking bay holding several other Federation citizens and Marta, who to our surprise turned out to be an Orion princess. She had some information about B'vat that she would only pass on to Starfleet intelligence. Of course, Captain Urthog, who kidnapped her in the first place put up a fight and we finally "persuaded" him to give us the encryption key to Marta's cell. His ship, the I.K.S. Sarpek met us in battle outside the station and we succeeded in destroying it easily. Hopefully Marta's information can help put an end to B'vat's interference in the possible peace between the Federation and the Klingons.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Chief Medical Officer Nagee
Full Name: Nagee
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Ferengi / Bajoran
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Science
Xenobiology
Exobiology
Chemistry
Pre-Med (Post-Graduate)
Doctorate of Medicine
Cardiology
Biography:
Nagee was born on Ferenginar to Grand Nagus Rom and his Bajoran wife, Leeta, on 2382. Being the champion of progressive reform and women's rights, the Grand Nagus was thrilled to learn of his daughter's intent to follow her half-brother Nog into the Starfleet academy.
She spent three years obtaining a science degree, and then another two years in pre-med studies, and a final three years getting her medical degree. She graduated with honors in 2407, and spent two additional years working and learning under the guidance of the medical hologram (mark III) of the U.S.S. Mercy, an Olympic class vessel providing support to the war effort in Eti Eridani.
After showing an incredible amount of knowledge, perseverance, and a steady hand in surgery, she was promoted to Chief Medical Officer aboard the U.S.S. Emissary, under the command of Lieutenant Commander Joseph Daystrom Sisko.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87720.74
Argelius Sector Patrol
It has been quite a challenge to upkeep the Emissary recently. The ship size is quite a step up from the Prophecy, and delegation is required to make sure all systems are diagnosed and fixed on a regular basis. My Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Kilani, has been instrumental in addressing all concerns of and managing the different departments. My second-shift Science Officer, Ensign Nagee has also been quite helpful in organizing the teams for secondary scientific research missions. However, I have had more people coming to my ready room, requesting various things than ever before. My Tactical Officer, Ensign T'Lana has asked me to requisition an upgraded phaser array, which I have to fill out various forms for. My Transporter Chief, Ensign Imjim, has asked that we replace all the EPS relays in the transporter room for safety reasons, which is important but requires time and resources, and Ensign Sylla Kell, the Science Officer wants to upgrade the astrometrics lab to the new standard installed on the Discovery class vessels.
Meanwhile, Starfleet has asked us to patrol the Argelius sector. We keep getting pushed further out into unknown territory, and luckily with the improved warp core on this Constitution class vessel, the trip won't be as time consuming.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Gorn Mine Snare on Ruben
The Gorn have apparently trapped some Federation science teams on the various asteroids of the Ruben system by surrounding them with mines! They're waiting for their superiors to arrive to claim their prize. Starfleet has instructed the Emissary to remove the mine fields so the freighters can safely navigate away. My Ensign T'Lana has suggested we focus on the mine fields first before dealing with any enemy ships, and I tend to agree.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Europani Biting Plants
After successfully freeing the freighters from the mines, we ventured on to the Europani system where a research team was studying some interesting flora that apparently bite if antagonized. The big news is the Klingons, however, who have transported down, claimed the area as their own, and captured the lead researcher. We will have to be very careful not to antagonize the plants or the Klingons too much until we retrieve the researcher. Nagee, being an exo-biologist, is jumping up and down with joy at the prospect of studying such rare exotic plants. I just want to save this researcher and then we'll talk about sticking around to discuss findings.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Xleen Minerals
After saving the researchers and giving Ensigns Nagee and Sylla time to study the local plant life with the researchers, we headed to the Xleen system where some Nausicaans were attempting to get their hands on some valuable minerals. My Tactical Officer, Ensign T'Lana has informed me that the U.S.S. Welch reported that the Nausicaans are protecting the sites with some fixed turret emplacements, so we'll have to approach this one carefully.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Crusher Particles from Maro
The new automated defense turret that Kilani designed is helping out quite well in some situations. Namely the mines on Ruben and the Nausicaan Power Syphons. After dispatching the Nausicaans and their fixed phaser and photon turrets, we ventured on to the Maro system. One of the planets in the system is emitting what are called "Crusher Particles" and nearby arrays were collecting them. The Orions tampered with the arrays so we had to first fix 7 of them and then destroy the Orion patrols. Lieutenant Kilani and Ensign Sylla Kell led a team that used our remote repair algorithms and sensors to realign the arrays. Sylla informed me that the Orions were toying with catastrophe, because if the collectors had fallen out of orbit it could've caused a massive explosion, knocking several systems out of galactic orbit and destabilizing the entire sector! Maybe their goal was to get the non-Federation systems in the sector quad to blame it on the Federation and drag them into the war on the side of the Klingon faction. Regardless of intentions, the Orions are becoming a very big threat that must be put down soon.
- Sisko out
Starfleet Profile - Chief of Security Gree'lek
Full Name: Gree'lek son of Tal'shek
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Klingon / Human
Rank: Ensign
Fields of Study and specialties:
Security
Starship Operations
Battle Leadership
Intruder Alert Protocol
Weapons Training
Tactical (minor)
Starship Weapons
Biography:
Gree'lek was born in 2380 to the honorable Tal'shek of the house of Mogh. Consequently he is a cousin to the late, great General Worf and had always admired how he was able to balance his Klingon heritage and his service to Starfleet.
Part of the reason for Gree'lek's decision to join Starfleet in 2398 was that he is half human. His mother was an ambassador to the Empire who, in 2407, was killed in an unfortunate "accident" in orbit of Qo'noS. He knows it was not an accident and has vowed to find and bring the real killer to justice.
As an Ensign and Tactical/Security officer, he chose to joined Lt. Cmdr. Joseph Daystrom Sisko on his new ship, the U.S.S. Emissary because he had heard of the honorable battles fought by the Captain aboard the U.S.S. Prophecy.
He now serves aboard the Emissary as its chief Security officer, leaving the Tactical duties to T'Lana.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87720.94
Hegemonic Gorn
The Gorn have claimed the Tastig system and have launched an all-out assault. Since I was in the Argelius sctor, Starfleet has asked me to join in the fight. As we learned earlier, they are not too happy about Federation citizens living in what they claim to be their territory, and now with the backing of the Klingons they have become more brazen than ever. Ensign Gree'lek, my Klingon Chief of Security has become more and more enraged by the dishonorable tactics the Klingons have come to use over the past 10 years. He says that using Orions to fight their battles is an obvious affront to the great Kahless, and I tend to agree.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Dreadnaught Down
This was an all out war between 10 starfleet vessels and many, many Gorn Frigates, Cruisers, and Battleships. They kept bringing in their best ships to stop us and we kept knocking them down. As we approached the planet we saw several battleships deploying mines to protect them on one side and some orbital platforms containing fixed phaser and quantum torpedo turret emplacements. In addition, a heavily armed, heavily shielded dreadnought battleship took quite a long time for all 10 cruisers and escorts to take down. We succeeded in retaking Tastig, for now.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87725.80
Marta's Contribution
Starfleet has learned from Marta, the Orion we rescued, that there is a secret Klingon base located in the Briar Patch of the Kassae Sector. Fortunately, because the Emissary was involved in the rescue of Marta, we get to be the ones to raid the base and destroy any weapons we find.
Ensign Gree'lek is anxious to show the followers of B'vat the folly of what they are attempting.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Faction Scientists
We found and rescued 2 scientists who had previously been working for the Klingons. When the Klingons wanted something to punch through solid neutronium or destroy a small planet, the researchers either refused or said it was impossible. Most of the scientists seem to have been slaughtered and these 2 that we rescued have abandoned any help they would have previously given to the Klingons.
My first officer, T'Lana, said it would be illogical to let them go, but they helped me get into the weapons lab so we could destroy the prototypes. There's not much more information they can give Starfleet Intelligence.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Double Cross
It turns out that the weapon prototypes were actually on a ship escaping from the system! B'vat tried to trap us in the faacility so our own spatial charges would destroy us. We managed to escape thanks to my clever away team and we tracked down the ship with the real weapons, which have now been destroyed.
I instructed Ensign T'Lana to contact Starfleet immediately and warn them that Marta was actually a double agent, placed with us to lead us to the facility.
With the addition of Chief of Security, Gree'lek, and Medical Officer Nagee, the effectiveness of my away team has increased quite a bit. Lieutenant Kilani provides much needed shield regeneration and transports in a turret when things get tough. Ensign Gree'lek has focused fighting skills that serve well. Ensign Nagee provides medical support when they penetrate our shields and we happen to get injured.
By far, the most effective and resiliant help I have had through my whole experience as Captain, has been my First Officer T'Lana. She has provided much needed support in both Tactical operations on the ship and hand-to-hand combat on the ground. Because of crew constraints I had previously had to promote Kilani to Lieutenant, but when I get back to Starbase 01, I plan on promoting Ensign T'Lana as well.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87748.09
Border Patrol
Starfleet has been having trouble with the Gorn attacking systems in the Xarantine system. After a prolonged hiatus in drydock for repairs, the Emissary has been instructed to join a task force that will patrol the border with Eta Eridani.
After all this time, my crew is itching for a fight, especially Ensign Gree'lek.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Satellite Recovery
First the S.S. Boyce, a trade ship needed assistance and rescue from some Gorn. The Emissary got rid of the Gorn thanks to my Tactical and First Officer, T'Lana's quick thinking. I really need to give her a promotion next time we go back to Earth Starbase. The satellites near some asteroids in the vicinity of Xarantine Planet were able to be reconfigured by Lieutenant Kilani to help repair the Boyce.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Medical Mission
Receiving an urgent hail from the Vulcan ship T'Pau, we learned that they were on a medical relief mission to the Xarantine planet. The Takanian syndrome has broken out on the surface and they were on their way to deliver supplies. However, the Klingon and Gorn have been blockading the planet, so we had to escort the T'Pau to a rendezvous point near the planet.
We then had to beam down and thanks to the strategies of our Chief of Security, Ensign Gree'lek, we have survived the long hike up the mountainside, through many Klingon and Gorn invaders.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Lost Eagle
Having secured the area on Xarantine, we were directed by Starfleet to head to the Trimble System where the U.S.S. Eagle was last seen. The Eagle was lost and Starfleet wanted us to find and assist them.
We found the Eagle, ironically being Preyed upon by some Birds. We routed the ships and then had to beam down to the Eagle to rescue the remaining survivors, which were few. The Klingons were interested enough in some genetic resequencers and bio-mimetic gel stored on the medical ship to attack such a ship, an act which holds no honor and further infuriated my Chief of Security.
We just arrived at Earth Starbase and I have awarded my First Officer T'Lana with a long overdue promotion to Lieutenant.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87750.97
Pi Canis Defense
It would have been nice if I had received these orders before heading back to Earth Starbase, but Starfleet now has ordered the Emissary to defeat some enemies in the Pi Canis Sector Block, which is where Xarantine is located. I have sent out some hails to other Starfleet vessels in the area and we are gearing up for some interesting battles to come.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Xarantine Patrol
Now that the Pi Canis Sector Block is a little more stable, Starfleet has asked the Emissary to patrol the Xarantine Sector. We're definitely making our way around. Soon we're going to run out of sectors to patrol!
If my First Officer Lieutenant T'Lana had emotions, I would say she was itching for a fight and we certainly got quite a few defending the sector. Now we'll see what the Seedea, Kern, Danteri, and Honod systems have in store.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ferenginar News / Seedea System
Begin Personal Entry:
While on our way to the Seedea system I had a chance to chat with Nagee about her family. Being fairly close to her half brother Nog, I've met Nagee here and there, but never really had a chance to really get to know her. Apparently spending all those years in Starfleet Academy and then in Medical School, she hasn't had time to visit her father much. We've discovered that I've actually seen Nog more recently. But she says that Rom has really taken to his role and made quite a few sweeping changes, not the least of which allow her to now server in Starfleet. The alliance between Ferenginar and the Federation and the vast amount of new Ferengi recruits was largely his doing. She also mentioned that he had a great fondness for my grandfather and spoke of him highly when he'd go on, partly daydreaming and partly speaking, about one of his Deepspace 9 stories.
But we are now here at the Seedea system and received an urgent call from the S.S. Rover asking for help. The transport was attempting to rescue some citizens on stations surrounding the planet and the Gorn were keeping it from getting close enough to beam them up. The transport is now loaded and on its way to Starbase 26.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Klingon Spies at Kern
Lieutenant T'Lana, my Tactial and First Officer cleverly dectected that the Klingons had set up spy satellites around a gas giant in the Kern system. They were using the radiation from the planet to hide the satellites' signatures. Luckily we were able to scout them out and destroy them along with some patrolling Klingon vessels.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Danteri Corporate Warfare
While patrolling near the Danteri system, we were hailed by the Danteri Trade Commission. Rival businesses on the planet had actually begun shooting at each other over a dispute! We were asked to beam down and mediate the situation.
I beamed down with Gree'lek as my security hoping that a very tall, very angry Klingon would help them see the error of their ways. First I visited the business called Araglo's Discount Commodities.
Araglo accused Glaren from the of stealing his goods. He had no proof, just an idea that Glaren was the culprit due to prejudiced. So naturally we visited Glaren to hear his side of the story. Glaren turned out to be Araglo's own brother! He said if Araglo agreed to a cease fire he would be glad to, but first I'd have to try to convince him that it was actually the Nausicaans that stole his goods.
After a rather racist remark about Klingons which made me have to hold back my Chief of Security, we obtained shipping orders from Araglo so we could inspect Glaren's cargo. In an interesting twist it turned out that Glaren actually bought the stolen goods from the Nausicaans, not realizing they belonged to Araglo, so he agreed to give them back. Also, he agreed to sign the cease fire as did Araglo.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Possible Romulan Attacks at Honod
Arriving at an asteroid belt in the Honod system, we were hailed by the local authorities that said several cargo ships were destroyed in the area. They wanted proof of who the culprits were and suspected Romulan involvement.
After scanning the destroyed freighter vessels, we deteremined that the weapons residue contained antiprotons. We scanned for more antiprotons and Ensign Sylla Kell, my Science Officer, and First Officer, Lieutenant T'Lana have decided that it is almost certainly Romulan weapons signature. We sent the data off to the authorities and are heading back to Earth Starbase for a debriefing and to restock.
On our way I would like to run some drills to allow us to better prepare for a torpedo strike, both in the realm of security and ship systems. It is a project I'm calling operation Brace for Impact. I'll have Ensign Gree'lek coordiante that through my second-shift engineer, Ensign Imjim who hasn't had a decent project in a while.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87763.95
Laurentian Battles
While patrolling the Xarantine Sector, the Emissary was hailed and alerted of several skirmishes in the Laurentian System. It appears that the Klingons have some scouts in the system as well as some mining operations on the surface. We will have to take out the scout force and then break through the forces on the planet to destroy the mining operation.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
General Orders
The Laurentian space battle turned into an all out war! Along with dozens of other starfleet vessels, the Emissary contributed to the battle with her powerful defensive capabilities and the ability to draw the fighters off quick. We broke through several squadrons of cruisers and battleships, along with a line of defensive turrets, to find Laurentian Prime completely demolished and General D'ald waiting for us. Our orders were to destroy General D'ald's ship along with anyone helping him, and we just barely survived the battle to warp back to the Laurentian space station.
I give credit to Lieutenant T'Lana, my First Officer, for successfully practicing and executing operation Brace for Impact. This proved invaluable against the many torpedoes flying through the battle.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Ultimate Weapon
The Klingons were setting up mining operations in the Laurentian System in order to collect materials for some kind of ultimate planet killer weapon. We denied them this material but who knows how much they've already collected.
My Chief of Security, Ensign Gree'lek was enraged when I told my senior staff about the weapon in our briefing. He cooled down after a little while, mumbling something about dishonorable targs. I hate to have to tell him what else I learned from Starfleet. That the reason they were collecting all the medical supplies also has something to do with genetic engineering to create an ultimate Klingon.
Considering the issues they have had with augments and the disease called the Levodian Flu that swept through their race in the 22nd and 23rd centuries, I would think they would be more cautious when it comes to genetic engineering. Starfleet has asked us to go ot the Korvat System in the Hromi Sector to investigate further.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Genetic Engineering
Starfleet's assumptions were correct. The Klingons are attempting to restart the augmentation process in their warriors. We HAVE to put a stop to this! The Eugenics Wars were one of the worst, if not the worst, catastrophes in Earth history. After defeating a rather amateur Klingon who was all talk, we have taken to chasing down the Klingons carrying the biomemetic gel that they stole from the Korvat research facility to H'atoria, deep in Klingon territory.
I've had Nagee alter our main bridge crew to look Klingon and I've let Ensign Gree'lek appear as the captain for any hails we get from Klingon ships on the way. The ruse is that we stole the Emissary and are taking it back to Qo'nos.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Singh Sings
We beamed down to H'atoria and after fighting through several Klingon patrols we found a laboratory full of Gorn Augments which were obviously quite a feat to subdue. We found out that Amar Singh, presumably a descendant of Kahn Noonien Singh was doing augmentation experiments on the Gorn, aided by the Klingons. B'vat set this up to provide for augment warriors int he war, but apparently the Klingon augments went crazy and escaped. We'll have to watch out for them in the future. We won't want to run into them like we did with the crazed Gorn augments.
We're heading back to Earth Starbase for some overdue repairs. Also, Lieutenant T'Lana needs some more of those handy photon grenades she started using.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87767.20
Hromi Cluster
Starfleet thinks we've seen too many fights recently, and I tend to agree. They've directed the battle-weary Emissary to explore the Hromi Cluster. This will be like a working vacation for me as I let Ensigns Imjim and Sylla Kell take over the operation. Maybe I'll invite Lt. T'Lana and Ensign Gree'lek to the Captain's Mess to discuss the recent occurrences in the war with the Klingons and see if they have any insights into what we should do to survive the coming days, weeks, even months.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Strekkelan Spies
Unfortunately it seems that scientific exploration had to take a backseat to finding aid for a couple planets and investigating some crashed probes on another. Some Strekkelan officers were trying to find the probes as well. We managed to scan them to collect the data and avoided most of them. Some of them were too close to the probes and had to be dealt with though. They were not interested in talking, and attacked us immediately.
At least the ship itself did not see any battle and this gave Lt. Kilani time to work on some repairs and refits.
- Sisko out
Captain's Log - Stardate 87775.51
U.S.S. Kirk
Admiral Quinn has directed the Emissary to meet up with the U.S.S. Kirk in the Hromi Sector, because they may have more information on the Klingon-Gorn Augments B'vat and Singh tried to create.
On the way they want us to do yet another patrol of the same sector which is right on the border of Klingon space. We're to keep a look out for unusual activities in the region which may give a clue to their tactics. I'll leave that in the capable hands of Ensign Gree'lek, who is half Klingon, so should be the most sensitive to any odd behavior.
We'll start off with the Veyga system, then continue on to Maiewski, Kalferi, and Var.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Mined Miners
The Gorn were harassing miners in the Veyga system. The would surround the asteroids with mines so that they could ransack the place without letting the mining ship escape. We freed 6 mining ships from their grasp.
The Orions were also attacking several replicator mining asteroids in the Maieweski system. They seem to be picking on miners in this area a lot. Robert T. Oakley of the U.S.S. Ben Maddox assisted me in getting rid of them. With his escort class ship the Orions didn't stand a chance.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Nausicaans Waves
A few waves of Nausicaans were attacking the U.S.S. Bale, who was sending out a distress signal we picked up on. My bridge crew performed admirably even in the face of a Talon Battleship. The battleship exploded off our starboard bow and took down our shields. There were hull breaches throughout the right side of the ship. We'll have to be careful about getting too close to this big ships from now on.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Research "Misunderstanding"
The Gorn seemed to have thought that the research facility here that are working on medicinal experiments were researching weapons, so we had to protect them.
Interestingly there seemed to be a cloaked Klingon warship in the vicinity, just watching the process. They wouldn't have even been seen had Lieutenant T'Lana not noticed the increased Tachyon emissions in the vicinity.
Now on to meet up with the U.S.S. Kirk.
Captain's Log - Stardate 87785.55
Rescuing Kirk, the Ship
Having found the U.S.S. Kirk, she was in a sorry state, being attacked by several Klingon Birds of Prey. We fought off the ships and boarded the Kirk. In the battle that ensued I saw B'vat running away with Lieutenant Miral Paris, but it was too late. He escaped with Lieutenant Paris to the Gateway planet.
After chasing them to the planet, Lieutenant T'Lana dutifully reminded me that the Gateway planet was under Federation quarantine, but we don't leave a person behind. We beamed down as well and chased them until B'vat took her through the Guardian of Forever. The rest of the team marvelled at this phenomenon and wondered what it was. As a captain, I had to be briefed on the various top secret security risks and phenomenon that had been previously discovered. This one was found but Captain James T. Kirk, when he and then Lieutenant Commander Spock chased Dr. McCoy back to circa 1930.
The Guardian has indicated that we must go back to whatever date B'vat went to, in order to fix the damage he has done to the past. The immense power of the Guardian is quite mind-blowing as he... it?... whatever it may be is even sending our vessel through as well.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Rescuing Kirk, the Person
Despite what the ship's stardate says, the actual stardate is 13149.68. We have been taken to the year 2270, and see an old constitution class in the grip of battle with some old D7 cruisers and B'vat's ship, the I.K.S. Worvig. The ship contacted us and I could hear the familiar voice of Spock identify the ship as the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Lieutenant T'Lana deduced that it would not violate the Temporal Prime Directive to save them, as B'vat was not involved in the battle originally, and obviously the U.S.S. Enterprise survived. In addition, our ship's memory banks indicate that this is the battle where the Enterprise was defeated and that led to the downfall of the first United Federation of Planets. First, but not last apparently, as we are still here.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Shadows of the Past
After saving the Enterprise, Commander Spock thanked us, which was to say the least, a thrill. He then asked for more information, which we were obliged to decline, as much as I wanted to.
After chasing down and disabling the Worvig we were able to beam down and find a certain Klingon with the Augment disease. He fired upon us but after a few more shots exchanged, he surrendered. He claimed to be Captain B'vat.
I suppose lasting effects of the Augmentation process could have caused B'vat to live almost 200 years. Assuming as captain of a ship, he must be at least 40, then the "current" Ambassador B'vat would be around 180 years old!
He explained about beings who contacted them to ask for their help in the temporal cold war. He said they refused, but learned of what they call the "kuvah'magh", which is Lieutenant Paris. They believed she was the key to curing them of the Augment disease. He also explained that his future self was crazed and acted dishonorably, so he now realizes the error of helping Ambassador B'vat. In addition he explained that this was a Predestination Paradox and that B'vat coming back actually erased the reason for the time travel in the first place, or something like that.
The temporal paradoxes give me a headache, but all I know is that we need to save Miral Paris from the madman that is Ambassador B'vat and get back to our own time.
Captain's Log - Supplemental
Timeline Restored
We chased down Ambassador B'vat after disabling a forcefield he put up from the bridge. A vicious man, he continued to fight and an intense firefight ensued. In honor of Captain B'vat, we gave Ambassador B'vat an honorable death, as he most likely wished.
Rescuing Miral Paris, we headed back to the Emissary, and let Captain B'vat and the rest of the Klingons leave the ship, before destroying it, which Ensign Sylla Kell reminded me would be the best thing to do so as not to leave a trace of modern technology in the 23rd century.
We warped back to the Gateway planet, only to be set upon by more Klingons apparently not aware of the new truce we had with B'vat. They wanted both the kuvah'magh and our ship, but the Enterprise was nice enough to assist us in engaging the Klingons so we could escape. I was treated by the sound of Spock's voice again when he said, "I am not unfamiliar with time travel, Captain. We will endeavor to engage the Klingons until you escape."
After arriving back in our time, the Guardian assured us that the timeline has been restored. Now to endure the process of being debriefed by the Department of Temporal Investigations.
- Sisko out
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by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:40 pm
STAR TREK : THE ANDORIAN CHRONICLES
by Kheren
SPOILER WARNING: this reveals how in STAR TREK ONLINE the mission ''Suspect'' given from DS9 contact ends. If you have not played that scenario and do not wish to have that story spoiled for you STOP READING UNTIL YOU HAVE PLAYED IT OUT IN-GAME.
Note from the author: this first story is a variation on the ending part of the mission ''Suspect'' on the Star Trek Online MMO game.Because of the inherent limitations of a game, the ending could not come out according to what my character would have done in such circumstances. Thus, the following short story about it.
It will serve as the prologue to the Andorian Chronicles telling the stories of Captain Kheren in STO.
PROLOGUE:THIRTY-ONE WRONGS DO NOT MAKE A RIGHT
Stardate; 87737.34
- '' The choice is yours, Commander Kheren. ''
The entire away team, panting, was looking at him. Two males, two females, they were all blue-skinned, all of them tall and lean, white pale hair and a pair of antenneas sprouting from their heads. They were all Andorians. And they were all awaiting his decision.
So was the stern, slightly smirking Human Starfleet officer a few steps behind them. He was standing in the shadows of the bridge of this eerily silent and darkened starship. Waiting.
And also waiting, the sweating, nervous Human commanding officer of this ship, the USS Obsidian, standing in front of the large viewing screen and it's weird scene of glowing orange-golden spatial anomalies surrounding his doomed vessel.
They were all holding weapons. They were all looking at him.
Kheren was tall and muscular by Human standards; but by those of his own race, he was downright massive; his powerful body filled his golden uniform with muscles and sinew like those of a tiger ready to pounce. On his heavily callused hands and his expressioneless face, the skin was dark blue, clashing violently with the metallic sheen of his silvery eyes and of his thick, long platinum mane from where protruded a pair of knobby antenneas.
He also was Andorian.
In his eyes flashed the moments that brought them all here: the order to investigate this mysterious region of Cardassian space; the study of the spatial anomalies causing confusing distorsions of instruments; the sudden ambush from rogue Cardassian warships in the name of the True Way, the dissident Cardassian faction aiming at restoring their former military dictatorship; the rescue of a lost runabout and it's lone Federation operative; then following him to a derelict, presumed lost science vessel to save it's demented crew...
The close quarter firefight within the damaged vessel had been long and wearisome; even at heavy stun setting, it took a clean shot and many bruises before each murderously crazed crewmember could be contained, at least long enough for a transport tag to send each one back to their own sickbay for detention and full treatment.
Drake, the runabout pilot that they had saved and who had brought them here, had explained the reason behind the madness:
There was an Undine on board.
Member of a non-humanoid telepathic race from another universe bent on total domination, the creature's mental emanations, distorted by the spatial anomalies, had spread homocidal dementia among the telepathic crewmembers of the Obsidian; Betazoids, Vulcans, even some sensitive Humans had become irrationally violent, endangering one another, the ship and their mission.
But, apart from the elusive and rare Aenar race, Andoria had no record of any psionic manifestaiton in it's entire long History; the all Andorian away team of Commander Kheren where therefore able to keep their wits about themselves and save the crew of the lost ship.
And the cause of it all, the Undine, was still on board... on this bridge.
Undines were also shapeshifters.
Short of a full medical scan from a biobed or a pre-programmed transporter pattern buffer, there was no readily available way to tell if the Captain of this damned ship was indeed an Undine as operative Drake claimed... or if it was instead Drake himself, posing as a Federation operative to manipulate them, this ship... and Starfleet, as the Captain claimed in turn.
But one of them may well be an Undine. And if so, shooting down the wrong one would condemn the whole away team, their ship... and maybe Starfleet and the rest of the Federation, as it happened with the Gorns, almost happened with the Klingons, starting this general war in the quadrant...
The choice was now; and it was in the hands of Commander Kheren.
And so, he made his choice:
- '' Lieutenant Tyvya: coordinate the away team: take out Captain Anjan Carna. ''
Besides him, the seven foot tall female Andorian nodded to him, then to the rest of the team and they spread out, firing their heavy phaser rifles at the commanding officer standing in front of the viewscreen. Obeying his orders, their actions would never be questioned.
As they shot down the Captain, Kheren looked at the smiling Drake.
And shot him down at point blank range.
Everything dissolved in a brilliant burst of light and a long hissing sound.
The Captain was gone. The ship was gone. Space itself and it's mysterious anomalies was gone.
Only was left blackness.... and a large yellow grid all around Kheren and the away team... and operative Drake.
- '' A... Holodeck? ''
Engineer She'leb's outburst only voiced in his deep basso tone the surprise and rising anger they all felt. The whole grueling, wearisome, painful missio... all had been an illusion... a lie...
- '' A test. ''
The sirrupy voice of operative Drake resonated in the empty chamber like that of a judge.
- '' Commander Kheren, said the Human male in front of him, you never left DS9. After you received your orders, to investigate the anomalies in this sector, you were mislead into this room and the program we had prepared... to test you. ''
The Andorian looked as if he was about to shoot again the man standing in front of him. He raised his phaser rifle... and threw it down with visible disgust that showed also in his voice:
- '' You question my loyalty to Starfleet and my ability to stand up for the values of the Federation. ''
- '' We question everything... and everyone, Commander '' retorted Drake.
- '' And who are we? ''
- '' We are those who live by article 14, section 31 of the charter of the United Federation of Planets; those who will do what must be done to protect the Federation, those... ''
- '' Those who will destroy the Federation. ''
The abrupt interruption of the Andorian shocked Drake; not because of it's obviously intended disrespect, but because of what it stated. His annoyance was quite perceptible in his tone of voice:
- '' You're an idealist, Commander Kheren; that much we already know well. The Federation is an ideal... but it is an ideal that must be protected by realism and pragmatism, by people willing to make the hard choices when the time comes to preserve that ideal... even if such choices must go against that very ideal.''
- '' The ends justify the means. '' summarized Kheren flatly, hands behind his back.
- '' We prefer to say that a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Federation. '' quoted Drake, nodding nonetheless. '' We at Section 31 have accepted this burden, assumed this responsibility of sin, to pay this price so that stalwart officers like you can go about their duty and follow those noble values... while we ensure that those who would not respect them will not exploit them against all of us... or through you. ''
Kheren just blinked, his face a blue mask of stone. Even his antenneas were rigid, darted at the Human, his head slightly bowed as if listening in submission to the words of the Section 31 operative as the man continued:
- '' You are about to be promoted to Captaincy, Commander Kheren. We wanted to know if you would be the kind of officer we will be able to count on when the time will come to do what must be done. I must admit, however, that you surprised me: shooting down both me and the Captain... You acted decisively to protect the Federation... but you still made no choice... so, the final outcome of this test leaves me... perplexed. ''
The Andorian lifted his head and did something that often astonished people:
He smiled. A very definite, well practiced, Human smile.
- '' Of course you are. You're Section 31: you got everything wrong. ''
Jerking his head up under the obvious insult, Drake opened his mouth but no word came out. So Kheren explained:
- '' I did make a choice: one you didn't see because of your unreasoning fear and your weakness of heart that narrow your field of vision and darken your universe only in shades of gray. ''
Pausing to let his words sink in, Kheren then further explained:
- '' An Undine in Human form shares all the limitations of it's borrowed biology. Shooting both of you at heavy stun would end the situation and allow us to sort things, or rather people, out later in secured conditions... and without killing anyone. You offered me only a choice between two deaths; I made a choice of life. ''
- '' Undines are telepaths, Commander. It could have read your intent in your mind.'' objected Drake.
- '' You speak in fear again, out of ignorance, the basis of your blindness, as you have conditionned yourself to '' retorted Kheren. '' But blindness may be cured and ignorance can be: Lieutenant Vhalla? ''
Behind him, the smaller of the two female Andorians, wearing the blue of science, spoke up:
- '' Reports consistently shows that Undines cannot read minds; they can receive and transmit to telepathic-sensitive beings only. They must rely on their biotechnological alteration to even communicate on a standard level with non-sensitive races... like yours... and ours... Sir. ''
Her voice was no less filled with contempt than that of her commanding officer. But the man chose to ignore it as he countered:
- '' The Undine could have jumped at you.'' theorized Drake. '' Because of your hesitation to choose and kill, all of you could be dead. ''
Without a word, Commander Kheren pointed at the phaser rifle lying at his feet.
It was clearly visible that the setting was now at level 16.
In the very instant after his stunshot, still aiming straight at Drake, his thumb had rolled his weapon from heavy stun level 3 to full disintegration mode; enough power to vaporize instantly a cubic meter out of the duranium bulkhead of a starship... or the hide of any living creature, before any attack would ever have reached him.
Reaching back to the fourth member of his team, security officer Senneb, he took from him his rifle and showed the maximum setting it had been switched at also during the final battle... in case the Captain had not collapsed as any Human would have on the first stun shot of no less than four rifles.
- '' Andorians are born and bred warriors, with reflexes naturally slightly faster than Humans... or Human-shaped Undines for that matter; and these are trained Starfleet officers. While you wallow in fear in the paranoid terms of article 14, I, like all true Starfleet officers, stand by Article 1: We, the United Federation of Planets, recognize and uphold to every sentient being the right to exist in this universe. ''
Before Drake could stretch further the smirk that was coming across his face, the Andorian added:
- '' Why do you think the Federation has, not only built weapons with stun settings, but with no less than three such stun settings? Even when violence seems unavoidable, we still endeavors to value life and not death; courage, not fear; honor, not deceit; truth, not lies. Even in the hell of war, we are ready for the worst... but we do not use this as an excuse to justify any despicable act like you do: we still try to live by our moral values. That is how we will always prevail while empires fall.''
The smile was still on the face of the operative; but it was visibly frozen there as a mask. His eyes were smoldering and his voice slightly strained:
- '' You're quite clever, Commander Kheren... and as noble and brave as you are efficient and thorough. The team you already put up here is already proof of that... just what everyone expect of all Starfleet commanding officers. We are pleased. ''
- '' You should be weary. '' countered the Andorian, still smiling. But his eyes were predatory.
- '' We always are. ''
Drake started walking towards the large access door of the deactivated holodeck, saying then:
- '' You will stand fast and firm for what the Federation represents and aspire to... and we in Section 31 will do what must be done to allow you to. We will dirty our hands for you, Commander. But take heed of this test: as you become Captain, there may comes a time when we will need for you to dirty yours too. We will contact you then. ''
- '' You will not. ''
The Section 31 agent froze in his tracks but did not turn as Kheren's voice boomed in the chamber behind him:
- '' You will not protect the Federation by disregarding it's values: you will destroy it by proving them worthless. You will not allow Starfleet anything by disregarding it's rules: you will make it a lie. And you will not contact me: you are an enemy of everything I stand for... and I will treat you as such. ''
Slowly, Drake turned to face the Andorian. His tone was heavy, his words coming out slowly:
- '' Careful Commander. Such words could be deemed words of mutiny. ''
- '' They are not. I answer to Starfleet Command, to Fleet Admiral Nova, and through them to the values of the United Federation of Planets... not to you. The day those will not be aligned will be the day I resign from my duty. Until that day, I will do my duty: to uphold and protect all that could threaten what they all represent... such as you. ''
The operative almost exploded in anger and barely contained himself as he hissed through clenched teeth:
- '' We are protecting the Federation... even against itself! ''
He almost spit in rage as the Andorian suddenly exploded in a joyless laugh:
- '' Don't bother me with your propaganda. You say you question everything and everyone... but you never question yourselves. That makes you self-serving schemers within our mist; You and all those working or agreeing with you... you're all just rot, Mister.''
The Andorian lifted his chin and his hard metallic eyes became slits, his voice even deeper:
-' '' Mark these words, Sir, and mark them well... because I will live and die by them: If our values cannot stand on their own, they are worthless. But if we compromise the values we hold dear, even for their sake, we will make them worthless. I will never do such a despicable thing... and I will oppose anyone who will try, and in so doing threaten what is the Federation: because I am a Starfleet officer.
Oh... and I will report this, of course. ''
Drake straightened into a defiant posture and his tone was ominious:
'' You are not to discuss this with anyone, Commander. Beleive me, if you do, a court martial would be the least of your worries. ''
The smile on the face of Kheren was still there; but with the glint in his silvery eyes, it looked predatory as he retorted in a measured tone:
'' Hope for a court martial... because outside of the courts, you and your gang... what we would call your Keth, your clan... would have to worry much more about some little known but long established Starfleet rules... regarding Andorian tradition.''
For a moment, the silence between them was like an impenetrable wall that could never be battered down.
- '' You are a witless fool. '' finally spat Drake, turning around to walk away, dismissing him.
- '' Obviously '' smiled Kheren then. '' I still can't count thirty one wrongs making a right. ''
by Kheren
SPOILER WARNING: this reveals how in STAR TREK ONLINE the mission ''Suspect'' given from DS9 contact ends. If you have not played that scenario and do not wish to have that story spoiled for you STOP READING UNTIL YOU HAVE PLAYED IT OUT IN-GAME.
Note from the author: this first story is a variation on the ending part of the mission ''Suspect'' on the Star Trek Online MMO game.Because of the inherent limitations of a game, the ending could not come out according to what my character would have done in such circumstances. Thus, the following short story about it.
It will serve as the prologue to the Andorian Chronicles telling the stories of Captain Kheren in STO.
PROLOGUE:THIRTY-ONE WRONGS DO NOT MAKE A RIGHT
Stardate; 87737.34
- '' The choice is yours, Commander Kheren. ''
The entire away team, panting, was looking at him. Two males, two females, they were all blue-skinned, all of them tall and lean, white pale hair and a pair of antenneas sprouting from their heads. They were all Andorians. And they were all awaiting his decision.
So was the stern, slightly smirking Human Starfleet officer a few steps behind them. He was standing in the shadows of the bridge of this eerily silent and darkened starship. Waiting.
And also waiting, the sweating, nervous Human commanding officer of this ship, the USS Obsidian, standing in front of the large viewing screen and it's weird scene of glowing orange-golden spatial anomalies surrounding his doomed vessel.
They were all holding weapons. They were all looking at him.
Kheren was tall and muscular by Human standards; but by those of his own race, he was downright massive; his powerful body filled his golden uniform with muscles and sinew like those of a tiger ready to pounce. On his heavily callused hands and his expressioneless face, the skin was dark blue, clashing violently with the metallic sheen of his silvery eyes and of his thick, long platinum mane from where protruded a pair of knobby antenneas.
He also was Andorian.
In his eyes flashed the moments that brought them all here: the order to investigate this mysterious region of Cardassian space; the study of the spatial anomalies causing confusing distorsions of instruments; the sudden ambush from rogue Cardassian warships in the name of the True Way, the dissident Cardassian faction aiming at restoring their former military dictatorship; the rescue of a lost runabout and it's lone Federation operative; then following him to a derelict, presumed lost science vessel to save it's demented crew...
The close quarter firefight within the damaged vessel had been long and wearisome; even at heavy stun setting, it took a clean shot and many bruises before each murderously crazed crewmember could be contained, at least long enough for a transport tag to send each one back to their own sickbay for detention and full treatment.
Drake, the runabout pilot that they had saved and who had brought them here, had explained the reason behind the madness:
There was an Undine on board.
Member of a non-humanoid telepathic race from another universe bent on total domination, the creature's mental emanations, distorted by the spatial anomalies, had spread homocidal dementia among the telepathic crewmembers of the Obsidian; Betazoids, Vulcans, even some sensitive Humans had become irrationally violent, endangering one another, the ship and their mission.
But, apart from the elusive and rare Aenar race, Andoria had no record of any psionic manifestaiton in it's entire long History; the all Andorian away team of Commander Kheren where therefore able to keep their wits about themselves and save the crew of the lost ship.
And the cause of it all, the Undine, was still on board... on this bridge.
Undines were also shapeshifters.
Short of a full medical scan from a biobed or a pre-programmed transporter pattern buffer, there was no readily available way to tell if the Captain of this damned ship was indeed an Undine as operative Drake claimed... or if it was instead Drake himself, posing as a Federation operative to manipulate them, this ship... and Starfleet, as the Captain claimed in turn.
But one of them may well be an Undine. And if so, shooting down the wrong one would condemn the whole away team, their ship... and maybe Starfleet and the rest of the Federation, as it happened with the Gorns, almost happened with the Klingons, starting this general war in the quadrant...
The choice was now; and it was in the hands of Commander Kheren.
And so, he made his choice:
- '' Lieutenant Tyvya: coordinate the away team: take out Captain Anjan Carna. ''
Besides him, the seven foot tall female Andorian nodded to him, then to the rest of the team and they spread out, firing their heavy phaser rifles at the commanding officer standing in front of the viewscreen. Obeying his orders, their actions would never be questioned.
As they shot down the Captain, Kheren looked at the smiling Drake.
And shot him down at point blank range.
Everything dissolved in a brilliant burst of light and a long hissing sound.
The Captain was gone. The ship was gone. Space itself and it's mysterious anomalies was gone.
Only was left blackness.... and a large yellow grid all around Kheren and the away team... and operative Drake.
- '' A... Holodeck? ''
Engineer She'leb's outburst only voiced in his deep basso tone the surprise and rising anger they all felt. The whole grueling, wearisome, painful missio... all had been an illusion... a lie...
- '' A test. ''
The sirrupy voice of operative Drake resonated in the empty chamber like that of a judge.
- '' Commander Kheren, said the Human male in front of him, you never left DS9. After you received your orders, to investigate the anomalies in this sector, you were mislead into this room and the program we had prepared... to test you. ''
The Andorian looked as if he was about to shoot again the man standing in front of him. He raised his phaser rifle... and threw it down with visible disgust that showed also in his voice:
- '' You question my loyalty to Starfleet and my ability to stand up for the values of the Federation. ''
- '' We question everything... and everyone, Commander '' retorted Drake.
- '' And who are we? ''
- '' We are those who live by article 14, section 31 of the charter of the United Federation of Planets; those who will do what must be done to protect the Federation, those... ''
- '' Those who will destroy the Federation. ''
The abrupt interruption of the Andorian shocked Drake; not because of it's obviously intended disrespect, but because of what it stated. His annoyance was quite perceptible in his tone of voice:
- '' You're an idealist, Commander Kheren; that much we already know well. The Federation is an ideal... but it is an ideal that must be protected by realism and pragmatism, by people willing to make the hard choices when the time comes to preserve that ideal... even if such choices must go against that very ideal.''
- '' The ends justify the means. '' summarized Kheren flatly, hands behind his back.
- '' We prefer to say that a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Federation. '' quoted Drake, nodding nonetheless. '' We at Section 31 have accepted this burden, assumed this responsibility of sin, to pay this price so that stalwart officers like you can go about their duty and follow those noble values... while we ensure that those who would not respect them will not exploit them against all of us... or through you. ''
Kheren just blinked, his face a blue mask of stone. Even his antenneas were rigid, darted at the Human, his head slightly bowed as if listening in submission to the words of the Section 31 operative as the man continued:
- '' You are about to be promoted to Captaincy, Commander Kheren. We wanted to know if you would be the kind of officer we will be able to count on when the time will come to do what must be done. I must admit, however, that you surprised me: shooting down both me and the Captain... You acted decisively to protect the Federation... but you still made no choice... so, the final outcome of this test leaves me... perplexed. ''
The Andorian lifted his head and did something that often astonished people:
He smiled. A very definite, well practiced, Human smile.
- '' Of course you are. You're Section 31: you got everything wrong. ''
Jerking his head up under the obvious insult, Drake opened his mouth but no word came out. So Kheren explained:
- '' I did make a choice: one you didn't see because of your unreasoning fear and your weakness of heart that narrow your field of vision and darken your universe only in shades of gray. ''
Pausing to let his words sink in, Kheren then further explained:
- '' An Undine in Human form shares all the limitations of it's borrowed biology. Shooting both of you at heavy stun would end the situation and allow us to sort things, or rather people, out later in secured conditions... and without killing anyone. You offered me only a choice between two deaths; I made a choice of life. ''
- '' Undines are telepaths, Commander. It could have read your intent in your mind.'' objected Drake.
- '' You speak in fear again, out of ignorance, the basis of your blindness, as you have conditionned yourself to '' retorted Kheren. '' But blindness may be cured and ignorance can be: Lieutenant Vhalla? ''
Behind him, the smaller of the two female Andorians, wearing the blue of science, spoke up:
- '' Reports consistently shows that Undines cannot read minds; they can receive and transmit to telepathic-sensitive beings only. They must rely on their biotechnological alteration to even communicate on a standard level with non-sensitive races... like yours... and ours... Sir. ''
Her voice was no less filled with contempt than that of her commanding officer. But the man chose to ignore it as he countered:
- '' The Undine could have jumped at you.'' theorized Drake. '' Because of your hesitation to choose and kill, all of you could be dead. ''
Without a word, Commander Kheren pointed at the phaser rifle lying at his feet.
It was clearly visible that the setting was now at level 16.
In the very instant after his stunshot, still aiming straight at Drake, his thumb had rolled his weapon from heavy stun level 3 to full disintegration mode; enough power to vaporize instantly a cubic meter out of the duranium bulkhead of a starship... or the hide of any living creature, before any attack would ever have reached him.
Reaching back to the fourth member of his team, security officer Senneb, he took from him his rifle and showed the maximum setting it had been switched at also during the final battle... in case the Captain had not collapsed as any Human would have on the first stun shot of no less than four rifles.
- '' Andorians are born and bred warriors, with reflexes naturally slightly faster than Humans... or Human-shaped Undines for that matter; and these are trained Starfleet officers. While you wallow in fear in the paranoid terms of article 14, I, like all true Starfleet officers, stand by Article 1: We, the United Federation of Planets, recognize and uphold to every sentient being the right to exist in this universe. ''
Before Drake could stretch further the smirk that was coming across his face, the Andorian added:
- '' Why do you think the Federation has, not only built weapons with stun settings, but with no less than three such stun settings? Even when violence seems unavoidable, we still endeavors to value life and not death; courage, not fear; honor, not deceit; truth, not lies. Even in the hell of war, we are ready for the worst... but we do not use this as an excuse to justify any despicable act like you do: we still try to live by our moral values. That is how we will always prevail while empires fall.''
The smile was still on the face of the operative; but it was visibly frozen there as a mask. His eyes were smoldering and his voice slightly strained:
- '' You're quite clever, Commander Kheren... and as noble and brave as you are efficient and thorough. The team you already put up here is already proof of that... just what everyone expect of all Starfleet commanding officers. We are pleased. ''
- '' You should be weary. '' countered the Andorian, still smiling. But his eyes were predatory.
- '' We always are. ''
Drake started walking towards the large access door of the deactivated holodeck, saying then:
- '' You will stand fast and firm for what the Federation represents and aspire to... and we in Section 31 will do what must be done to allow you to. We will dirty our hands for you, Commander. But take heed of this test: as you become Captain, there may comes a time when we will need for you to dirty yours too. We will contact you then. ''
- '' You will not. ''
The Section 31 agent froze in his tracks but did not turn as Kheren's voice boomed in the chamber behind him:
- '' You will not protect the Federation by disregarding it's values: you will destroy it by proving them worthless. You will not allow Starfleet anything by disregarding it's rules: you will make it a lie. And you will not contact me: you are an enemy of everything I stand for... and I will treat you as such. ''
Slowly, Drake turned to face the Andorian. His tone was heavy, his words coming out slowly:
- '' Careful Commander. Such words could be deemed words of mutiny. ''
- '' They are not. I answer to Starfleet Command, to Fleet Admiral Nova, and through them to the values of the United Federation of Planets... not to you. The day those will not be aligned will be the day I resign from my duty. Until that day, I will do my duty: to uphold and protect all that could threaten what they all represent... such as you. ''
The operative almost exploded in anger and barely contained himself as he hissed through clenched teeth:
- '' We are protecting the Federation... even against itself! ''
He almost spit in rage as the Andorian suddenly exploded in a joyless laugh:
- '' Don't bother me with your propaganda. You say you question everything and everyone... but you never question yourselves. That makes you self-serving schemers within our mist; You and all those working or agreeing with you... you're all just rot, Mister.''
The Andorian lifted his chin and his hard metallic eyes became slits, his voice even deeper:
-' '' Mark these words, Sir, and mark them well... because I will live and die by them: If our values cannot stand on their own, they are worthless. But if we compromise the values we hold dear, even for their sake, we will make them worthless. I will never do such a despicable thing... and I will oppose anyone who will try, and in so doing threaten what is the Federation: because I am a Starfleet officer.
Oh... and I will report this, of course. ''
Drake straightened into a defiant posture and his tone was ominious:
'' You are not to discuss this with anyone, Commander. Beleive me, if you do, a court martial would be the least of your worries. ''
The smile on the face of Kheren was still there; but with the glint in his silvery eyes, it looked predatory as he retorted in a measured tone:
'' Hope for a court martial... because outside of the courts, you and your gang... what we would call your Keth, your clan... would have to worry much more about some little known but long established Starfleet rules... regarding Andorian tradition.''
For a moment, the silence between them was like an impenetrable wall that could never be battered down.
- '' You are a witless fool. '' finally spat Drake, turning around to walk away, dismissing him.
- '' Obviously '' smiled Kheren then. '' I still can't count thirty one wrongs making a right. ''
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by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:43 pm
THE ANDORIAN CHRONICLES
By Kheren
Author's note: although refering to both STO play and current Lotus Fleet RP, tying them together in one cohesive story, this next part is not directly related to any STO content or RP content that would spoil the reader's experience of either. So feel free to read on.
CHAPTER 1 : THE BURDEN OF COMMAND
- '' Let him in. ''
The autoritative voice announced the hissing of the double doors leading to the large office where the man sat behind a slim wooden desk.From there, the white-bearded man could immediately look at his incoming visitor.
Tall and muscular, even by Human standards, each step, each movement perfectly measured and controlled. On his heavily callused hands and the face turned directly towards the man behind the desk, the skin was dark blue, clashing violently with the metallic sheen of his silvery eyes and of his thick, long platinum mane from where protruded a pair of knobby antenneas.
He was Andorian.
The blue skinned Starfleet officer stopped in front of the desk and crossed his hands behind his back as he said:
- '' Commander Kheren reporting as ordered, Admiral Quinn. ''
The voice was deep and soft, as perfectly modulated and controlled as each of his movements were.
- '' Of the USS Artemis, the Stalwart Guardian of the Federation no less. '' answered the Admiral as a greeting to his junior officer. '' The Lieutenant Commander who tested the USS Thirishar, prototype of the new Andorian-designed Ushaan class of Starfleet escort vessels... Formerly Lieutenant and chief of security and tactical of the USS Lotus, the very flagship of our most distinguished and accomplished Lotus Fleet... and the Ensign who participated in the retaking of Starbase 10 from the Romulans and once took command of the decimated USS Procyon to help us save the Vega Colony from the Borg. You have quite a record Mister Kheren. ''
- '' Thank you, Sir. I only come to serve. '' aknowledged the Andorian with no more emotion on his expressioneless face then a Vulcan saying this, their own vow, would have. But his eyes were looking inquisitively at the bearded Human with visible trepidation. The Admiral invited him to sit in the chair facing his own on the other side of the desk.
- '' I read your latest report, Commander. Aside from it's disturbing content, I must admit the way it came to me from Admiral Nova was rather... unorthodox. ''
- '' Protein encoding is rather standard for discreet transmission of data... even in our own Intelligence services, Sir. ''
- '' Maybe... but in a bottle of Andorian ale.... so as to pass into the bloodstream of intended receivers... and allow them to get the information from their own blood sample... ''
- '' I'm sure the Admiral understood the necessity of such precautions after reading my latest report. '' simply commented the Andorian.
In turn, the Admiral nodded, a small glint of distaste twisting the corners of his mouth:
- '' So... now like so many fine officers before you... they are trying to make you serve their purposes... ''
The face and voice of Kheren was that of a predator about to kill:
- '' Yes Sir, I was approached, encited, threathened... and I refused. And as is my duty as a Starfleet Officer, I reported it all to my commanding officer, Fleet Admiral Nova... who informed you, Sir. As I reported, they will only get death from me: death of their schemes, death to themselves, or death of my career... or even my own death, before I would willingly and knowingly do anything for them. ''
The Admiral could see the icy resolve in those metallic eyes. And to this he retorted:
- '' Section 31 is the shame of the Federation. This institutionalized sect of criminals and paranoid fanatics is undermining our very existence by it's own. They lost much power over the last decades but obviously they are trying to rebuilt themselves... and through our ranks! They still have a grip on some Council members, out of delusion, or fear or both... ''
Quinn stopped a moment, as if some very unpleasant memories suddenly played themselves back behind his closed eyes. Then he added:
- '' But not on Starfleet. Not anymore. Not since they attempted nothing less than a barbaric genocide of the Founders during the Dominion war... and were stopped by someone not even of Starfleet or even of the Federation! That hideous crime alone almost ended our very existence... It would have made all of us hypocrites, liars, pretenders... and mass murderers even lower than the Borg! ''
A shiver coursed his solid frame as he forced himself to calm down, and he now locked his eyes into those of the Andorian:
- '' But they are still there, plotting, scheming, manipulating... Not many have the guts to stand to them or even just recognize the danger they are to all of us... But all true officers of Starfleet are with you, nonetheless, but you have made yourself a formidable enemy, Commander. ''
Kheren curiously looked skyward a moment, then back at the Admiral, saying:
- '' Someone on your own world once said something... about that we are not defined as much by the friends we have as by the enemies we choose to face. ''
Admiral Quinn smiled at the boldness of the officer sitting in front of him:
- '' Yes... and so you do have already quite a reputation within Starfleet... and among your own people. ''
That last comment froze Commander Kheren's body even more than his face already was. Again. Only his eyes showed any kind of reaction; they were now reducing themselves to slits of molten silver.
In front of him, Admiral Quinn crossed his fingers in front of his face as he further explained:
- '' Don't look so surprised, Commander; there are not that many Andorians in Starfleet, especially of your rank and accomplishments.''
- '' There are not that many of us at all, Sir. '' retorted Kheren
The admiral's bushy eyebrows lowered and his voice became somber:
- '' Reports are that there are less than a hundred millions Andorians in all known space... barely a third of that on your homeworld. And... you are yourself a much significant individual in that one regard. ''
Despite his lack of expression, the Andorian officer was obviously taken aback. But he didn't say a word. Andorians do not discuss of this with offworlders... even Admirals.
- '' I have carefully studied your record and your Starfleet file, Commander.'' now said Quinn. '' I must say that your medical record in particular was not that easy to access, even for me, the Commander of sector 001. Do not consider this a violation of your privacy... or of the Terms of Nondisclosure of personal records signed with Andoria since the founding of the Federation. But it was necessary... before I could understand, and therefore approve, of your transfer. ''
- '' Transfer, Sir? ''
Admiral Quinn rose and walked to the large window displaying the lights of the milky way... and of the huge space station orbiting the birthworld of Humanity, of wich this office was a part of. Reflexively, the Andorian started to rise with his superior, but the Admiral gently ordered him to stay seated as he crossed over to the window, followed by the silver eyes of his confused visitor.
For a moment, he looked outside, at the limitless vista of the stars. Then focused his eyes on the reflection of the dark-skinned Andorian seated behind him:
- '' A temporary one. We are in short supply of commanding personnel, and I will certainly not deplete our complement because of... socio-political considerations. And this situation could become rather... sensitive.''
The silence between them was so thick that the Admiral could not but turn around and face his junior officer before explaining:
- '' Your people are scarce, Kheren, that is a fact; and those in service rarer still. Your own exemplary service has therefore been easily noticed since your graduation with highest honors from Starfleet Academy... You have caught eyes not only from Starfleet Command... but from your Homeworld as well. In fact, if but one Andorian would be under their scrutiny, it could only be you, Kheren... and now I know why... as much as you do. ''
For the first time, some emotion was showing on the naturally stony face of the Andorian; but it made his dark skin somber still. Something was boiling inside, but he said not a word. And so the Admiral explained further:
- '' Despite what your own people might think of you, it is also a fact that your remarkable career, as short as it is, is already bringing much honor to them... You are on your way to become a legend to your own people Kheren, just like Ambassador Spock became to the Vulcans... Your government cannot ignore the fact that more and more Andorians are now looking up to you, more and more wanting to join Starfleet... even asking to serve with you. And to them, just like Spock to his own people back then, this is becoming rather... inconvenient, if not downright... embarrassing. ''
Kheren's antenneas were rigidly pointed forward.
- '' If I may be so bold, Sir, that is exactly why I left Andoria and joined Starfleet. ''
- '' To embarrass them? '' smirked Quinn, turning around.
For a moment, it seemed like the dark-skinned Andorian was about to aknowledge; but the Admiral's smirk was mirrored on his face as he answered instead:
- '' Rather so that what they think wouldn't matter anymore to anyone... especially to me. ''
Now facing fully the Commander, Admiral Quinn half asked, half commented:
- '' You never went back to Andoria after you enlisted to the Academy, did you? ''
A cloud went by over the moon-like color of Kheren's eyes.
- '' It's better that way... for everyone. ''
- '' The planetary Council of Clans think so too. That is why they went to the Federation Council and asked Starfleet to handle things for them. ''
The Andorian looked up at the bearded Human, blinking. His silence was more full of questions than his voice could have ever worded. And so Quinn went back to his desk to sit in his tall-backed cushioned chair, cross his fingers in front of him and declared in a very formal tone;
- '' Commander Kheren: by order of Starfleet Command and on behalf of the Planetary Council of Clans of Andoria, charter world of the United Federation of Planets, you are hereby granted the temporary rank of Acting Captain of the NX-99000 prototype battlecruiser USS Kumari. ''
For a moment, the silence tolled between them like the Bells of Destiny... but it was Commander Kheren's own heart trashing in his chest up to his head. Finally he blurted:
- '' Acting Captain... USS... Kumari? ''
- '' You will report onboard, docking bay 4, at 16:00 hours tomorrow. ''
Again, the silver eyes blinked towards the Admiral:
- '' But... Sir... For centuries the Kumari has always been the flagship of Andoria... ''
- '' Named after the first ice-cutter to ever circumnavigate your homeworld, I know. '' finished Quinn.'' Your government offered the prototype to Starfleet under this most prestigious name... so that it would properly aknowledge the Starfleet officer bringing so much honor to Andoria... ''
- '' Without any need for me to be so... honored on the homeworld. '' now finished Kheren. '' And a deep space shakedown assignement would further ensure that I would not set foot there. ''
Quinn said nothing. He just looked at the Andorian with his own steely grey eyes, a small frown on his forehead and his lips slightly bent in the shadow of a smile that had no joy in it.
- '' What about the Artemis, Admiral? ''
- '' Oh you are still assigned to her. But she will still be in drydock for some months until everything is checked out, repaired or refitted. That leaves you plenty of time to command the Kumari for her shakedown cruise. ''
The Andorian nodded. Then he asked his superior:
- '' Sir... then asked the new master of the Kumari, what about the crew? ''
- '' Oh yes, they know... they're all Andorians. ''
That took visibly Kheren aback, his face expressing genuine shock despite it's lack of facial muscles; his voice was even more expressive:
- '' All? ''
- '' All 630 of them, yes. All volunteers of course. In fact, we had to refuse a number of applicants. They must be lured by the fame of this ship's name... or feel constrained by Starfleet protocols and expect this ship to be more to their own liking... the ambient temperature at least... Some of them might even be there because of you. ''
- '' No doubt as to be there to witness any failure of my part if that day comes... if not to actively participate in it. '' commented Kheren dryly.
Quinn almost laughed but just coughed and stood up:
- '' You make me wonder if I should congratulate you or not, Acting captain Kheren...''
Kheren stood up, hands crossed behind him:
- '' I wouldn't. ''
But he was smiling.
By Kheren
Author's note: although refering to both STO play and current Lotus Fleet RP, tying them together in one cohesive story, this next part is not directly related to any STO content or RP content that would spoil the reader's experience of either. So feel free to read on.
CHAPTER 1 : THE BURDEN OF COMMAND
- '' Let him in. ''
The autoritative voice announced the hissing of the double doors leading to the large office where the man sat behind a slim wooden desk.From there, the white-bearded man could immediately look at his incoming visitor.
Tall and muscular, even by Human standards, each step, each movement perfectly measured and controlled. On his heavily callused hands and the face turned directly towards the man behind the desk, the skin was dark blue, clashing violently with the metallic sheen of his silvery eyes and of his thick, long platinum mane from where protruded a pair of knobby antenneas.
He was Andorian.
The blue skinned Starfleet officer stopped in front of the desk and crossed his hands behind his back as he said:
- '' Commander Kheren reporting as ordered, Admiral Quinn. ''
The voice was deep and soft, as perfectly modulated and controlled as each of his movements were.
- '' Of the USS Artemis, the Stalwart Guardian of the Federation no less. '' answered the Admiral as a greeting to his junior officer. '' The Lieutenant Commander who tested the USS Thirishar, prototype of the new Andorian-designed Ushaan class of Starfleet escort vessels... Formerly Lieutenant and chief of security and tactical of the USS Lotus, the very flagship of our most distinguished and accomplished Lotus Fleet... and the Ensign who participated in the retaking of Starbase 10 from the Romulans and once took command of the decimated USS Procyon to help us save the Vega Colony from the Borg. You have quite a record Mister Kheren. ''
- '' Thank you, Sir. I only come to serve. '' aknowledged the Andorian with no more emotion on his expressioneless face then a Vulcan saying this, their own vow, would have. But his eyes were looking inquisitively at the bearded Human with visible trepidation. The Admiral invited him to sit in the chair facing his own on the other side of the desk.
- '' I read your latest report, Commander. Aside from it's disturbing content, I must admit the way it came to me from Admiral Nova was rather... unorthodox. ''
- '' Protein encoding is rather standard for discreet transmission of data... even in our own Intelligence services, Sir. ''
- '' Maybe... but in a bottle of Andorian ale.... so as to pass into the bloodstream of intended receivers... and allow them to get the information from their own blood sample... ''
- '' I'm sure the Admiral understood the necessity of such precautions after reading my latest report. '' simply commented the Andorian.
In turn, the Admiral nodded, a small glint of distaste twisting the corners of his mouth:
- '' So... now like so many fine officers before you... they are trying to make you serve their purposes... ''
The face and voice of Kheren was that of a predator about to kill:
- '' Yes Sir, I was approached, encited, threathened... and I refused. And as is my duty as a Starfleet Officer, I reported it all to my commanding officer, Fleet Admiral Nova... who informed you, Sir. As I reported, they will only get death from me: death of their schemes, death to themselves, or death of my career... or even my own death, before I would willingly and knowingly do anything for them. ''
The Admiral could see the icy resolve in those metallic eyes. And to this he retorted:
- '' Section 31 is the shame of the Federation. This institutionalized sect of criminals and paranoid fanatics is undermining our very existence by it's own. They lost much power over the last decades but obviously they are trying to rebuilt themselves... and through our ranks! They still have a grip on some Council members, out of delusion, or fear or both... ''
Quinn stopped a moment, as if some very unpleasant memories suddenly played themselves back behind his closed eyes. Then he added:
- '' But not on Starfleet. Not anymore. Not since they attempted nothing less than a barbaric genocide of the Founders during the Dominion war... and were stopped by someone not even of Starfleet or even of the Federation! That hideous crime alone almost ended our very existence... It would have made all of us hypocrites, liars, pretenders... and mass murderers even lower than the Borg! ''
A shiver coursed his solid frame as he forced himself to calm down, and he now locked his eyes into those of the Andorian:
- '' But they are still there, plotting, scheming, manipulating... Not many have the guts to stand to them or even just recognize the danger they are to all of us... But all true officers of Starfleet are with you, nonetheless, but you have made yourself a formidable enemy, Commander. ''
Kheren curiously looked skyward a moment, then back at the Admiral, saying:
- '' Someone on your own world once said something... about that we are not defined as much by the friends we have as by the enemies we choose to face. ''
Admiral Quinn smiled at the boldness of the officer sitting in front of him:
- '' Yes... and so you do have already quite a reputation within Starfleet... and among your own people. ''
That last comment froze Commander Kheren's body even more than his face already was. Again. Only his eyes showed any kind of reaction; they were now reducing themselves to slits of molten silver.
In front of him, Admiral Quinn crossed his fingers in front of his face as he further explained:
- '' Don't look so surprised, Commander; there are not that many Andorians in Starfleet, especially of your rank and accomplishments.''
- '' There are not that many of us at all, Sir. '' retorted Kheren
The admiral's bushy eyebrows lowered and his voice became somber:
- '' Reports are that there are less than a hundred millions Andorians in all known space... barely a third of that on your homeworld. And... you are yourself a much significant individual in that one regard. ''
Despite his lack of expression, the Andorian officer was obviously taken aback. But he didn't say a word. Andorians do not discuss of this with offworlders... even Admirals.
- '' I have carefully studied your record and your Starfleet file, Commander.'' now said Quinn. '' I must say that your medical record in particular was not that easy to access, even for me, the Commander of sector 001. Do not consider this a violation of your privacy... or of the Terms of Nondisclosure of personal records signed with Andoria since the founding of the Federation. But it was necessary... before I could understand, and therefore approve, of your transfer. ''
- '' Transfer, Sir? ''
Admiral Quinn rose and walked to the large window displaying the lights of the milky way... and of the huge space station orbiting the birthworld of Humanity, of wich this office was a part of. Reflexively, the Andorian started to rise with his superior, but the Admiral gently ordered him to stay seated as he crossed over to the window, followed by the silver eyes of his confused visitor.
For a moment, he looked outside, at the limitless vista of the stars. Then focused his eyes on the reflection of the dark-skinned Andorian seated behind him:
- '' A temporary one. We are in short supply of commanding personnel, and I will certainly not deplete our complement because of... socio-political considerations. And this situation could become rather... sensitive.''
The silence between them was so thick that the Admiral could not but turn around and face his junior officer before explaining:
- '' Your people are scarce, Kheren, that is a fact; and those in service rarer still. Your own exemplary service has therefore been easily noticed since your graduation with highest honors from Starfleet Academy... You have caught eyes not only from Starfleet Command... but from your Homeworld as well. In fact, if but one Andorian would be under their scrutiny, it could only be you, Kheren... and now I know why... as much as you do. ''
For the first time, some emotion was showing on the naturally stony face of the Andorian; but it made his dark skin somber still. Something was boiling inside, but he said not a word. And so the Admiral explained further:
- '' Despite what your own people might think of you, it is also a fact that your remarkable career, as short as it is, is already bringing much honor to them... You are on your way to become a legend to your own people Kheren, just like Ambassador Spock became to the Vulcans... Your government cannot ignore the fact that more and more Andorians are now looking up to you, more and more wanting to join Starfleet... even asking to serve with you. And to them, just like Spock to his own people back then, this is becoming rather... inconvenient, if not downright... embarrassing. ''
Kheren's antenneas were rigidly pointed forward.
- '' If I may be so bold, Sir, that is exactly why I left Andoria and joined Starfleet. ''
- '' To embarrass them? '' smirked Quinn, turning around.
For a moment, it seemed like the dark-skinned Andorian was about to aknowledge; but the Admiral's smirk was mirrored on his face as he answered instead:
- '' Rather so that what they think wouldn't matter anymore to anyone... especially to me. ''
Now facing fully the Commander, Admiral Quinn half asked, half commented:
- '' You never went back to Andoria after you enlisted to the Academy, did you? ''
A cloud went by over the moon-like color of Kheren's eyes.
- '' It's better that way... for everyone. ''
- '' The planetary Council of Clans think so too. That is why they went to the Federation Council and asked Starfleet to handle things for them. ''
The Andorian looked up at the bearded Human, blinking. His silence was more full of questions than his voice could have ever worded. And so Quinn went back to his desk to sit in his tall-backed cushioned chair, cross his fingers in front of him and declared in a very formal tone;
- '' Commander Kheren: by order of Starfleet Command and on behalf of the Planetary Council of Clans of Andoria, charter world of the United Federation of Planets, you are hereby granted the temporary rank of Acting Captain of the NX-99000 prototype battlecruiser USS Kumari. ''
For a moment, the silence tolled between them like the Bells of Destiny... but it was Commander Kheren's own heart trashing in his chest up to his head. Finally he blurted:
- '' Acting Captain... USS... Kumari? ''
- '' You will report onboard, docking bay 4, at 16:00 hours tomorrow. ''
Again, the silver eyes blinked towards the Admiral:
- '' But... Sir... For centuries the Kumari has always been the flagship of Andoria... ''
- '' Named after the first ice-cutter to ever circumnavigate your homeworld, I know. '' finished Quinn.'' Your government offered the prototype to Starfleet under this most prestigious name... so that it would properly aknowledge the Starfleet officer bringing so much honor to Andoria... ''
- '' Without any need for me to be so... honored on the homeworld. '' now finished Kheren. '' And a deep space shakedown assignement would further ensure that I would not set foot there. ''
Quinn said nothing. He just looked at the Andorian with his own steely grey eyes, a small frown on his forehead and his lips slightly bent in the shadow of a smile that had no joy in it.
- '' What about the Artemis, Admiral? ''
- '' Oh you are still assigned to her. But she will still be in drydock for some months until everything is checked out, repaired or refitted. That leaves you plenty of time to command the Kumari for her shakedown cruise. ''
The Andorian nodded. Then he asked his superior:
- '' Sir... then asked the new master of the Kumari, what about the crew? ''
- '' Oh yes, they know... they're all Andorians. ''
That took visibly Kheren aback, his face expressing genuine shock despite it's lack of facial muscles; his voice was even more expressive:
- '' All? ''
- '' All 630 of them, yes. All volunteers of course. In fact, we had to refuse a number of applicants. They must be lured by the fame of this ship's name... or feel constrained by Starfleet protocols and expect this ship to be more to their own liking... the ambient temperature at least... Some of them might even be there because of you. ''
- '' No doubt as to be there to witness any failure of my part if that day comes... if not to actively participate in it. '' commented Kheren dryly.
Quinn almost laughed but just coughed and stood up:
- '' You make me wonder if I should congratulate you or not, Acting captain Kheren...''
Kheren stood up, hands crossed behind him:
- '' I wouldn't. ''
But he was smiling.
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Re: These are the Voyages: various authors
by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:44 pm
THE ANDORIAN CHRONICLES
By Kheren
Author's note: the following only refers to the actual gameplay of the author and the bridge officers and ship specific to him. No risk of any spoiler here. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 2 : CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE
- '' Captain on the bridge. ''
Behind every station, every officer stopped what they were doing and stood at attention as soon as the announcement was made by the one nearest to the turbolift door. It came exactly right after the sliding door ceased whistling open and the tall, gold-garbed form stepped into the command center of the starship.
Obviously, the security officer was aware of the superior officer's arrival and heard the cabin stop in the tube to bring him here. Wich was not so surprising as she had not only extremely acute hearing, but could also perceive electromagnetic shifts from the pair of antennaes sprouting from her long, lush white hair.
She was Andorian... like all the officers on the bridge... and the entire crew of this starship.
So this is the USS Kumari... flagship of Andoria... newest prototype long range cruiser of Starfleet. thought acting captain Kheren as he let the turbolift door slide shut behind him while his silver eyes roamed over the oval command center of the bridge, looking at every blinking black and blue station facing partly inward, partly towards the now dark main viewing screen.
Very Andorian he appreciated, taking in a deep breath of the frigid air.
From that front part where the navigation station was located, all the consoles formed an elongated oval on successive tiers, science on the left, engineering on the right, that culminated to the command chair, way up at the back of the entire room, flanked by the ops station and a chair shared by the ship's councellor and Chief medical officer on the left, and on the right another chair for the First Officer and the tactical station.
His eyes rested on the towering Andorian shen in red who had proclamed his arrival. Lieutenant junior grade Tyvya came with him from the USS Lotus and like him was due to serve aboard the USS Artemis when she would come out finally of her extensive refit phase. In the meantime, she was temporarily promoted to higher duties and responsibilties aboard this new ship... just like him.
- '' As you were everyone. This is a temporary command and you all know who I am, so please refrain from the pompous Human protocol.''
- '' Aye, Sir. '' they all responded as one. Nobody laughed; Andorians did not practice humor as Humans did. But there was definitely a lighter atmosphere now than when he had entered.
Then Kheren went to each in turn, starting from his right:
- '' Lieutenant Tyvya; I'm glad you've accepted this challenge... but not surprised. May we do as well here as we did on the flagship of Lotus Fleet. We shall indeed be in safe hands with you. ''
The tall, imposing woman said nothing but lifted her head in typical Andorian respect, making her look even taller; wich was almost frightening, as she was well over seven feet in height and stronger than even the average Andorian despite her proportionately light frame.
Captain Kheren went to her neighbor, a blue-grey looking Andorian thaan with flimsy forehead antenneas and blueish white hair:
- '' Lieutenant Theleb, welcome aboard. I've heard of your involvement with the design of this ship, especially her engines. We couldn't have her in better hands. This is your first deep space assignment I gather...''
- '' Aye, Sir. I can't wait to see her perform on actual duty, Sir. '' answered the tall, slim, red-uniformed engineer lifiting his head up.
- '' So am I.'' retorted Kheren. ''Please prepare a technical summary for departure, Mr Theleb.''
And so saying, he went to the navigation station to meet the pilot standing there:
- '' Ensign Dheelh; I'm told you've been training for the last eight months exclusively for the purpose of piloting this particular ship. ''
- '' Aye, Captain.'' answered the light blue, white-haired Bishee chan in red also, his antenneas straight upward from the top of his forehead. '' This ship is unlike any other in Starfleet; handling her requires perfect eye-ear perceptions and complete coordination of all four limbs, like those antique helicopters Humans once used. I was the only Andorian pilot with our present flight control crew on board in the first training class; the others will not be ready before at least a year. ''
- '' So it's up to us, and to you, to prove to Starfleet that this is a valid design. Carry on, Ensign. ''
Kheren next went to the left side of the bridge to meet the officer behind the science console:
- '' Doctor Miva I presume? ''
He thought the old, stale Human joke would be lost on the rather smallish, blue-clad Bishee Zhen who's frontal antenneas did not quite reach the height of his own. But to his surprise, she cocked her head on the side, visibly amused.
- '' Chief Medical Officer and Chief Science Officer of the Kumari, Sir. And I am well-versed in Federation History, especially on Andorian, Vulcan, Tellarite and Human ones... Sir. But my specialty is of course xenobiology. ''
- '' Of course, Doctor. I look forward serving with you. '' For a moment, they just stood there and exchanged an unblinking look.
She knows realized Kheren. Of course she does... she has access to all medical files... especially mine.
He just nodded to her and went up to the ops station and the darker Andorian chan in gold pointing from the side of his heads his knobby antenneas at him:
- '' Lieutenant Commander Gireb, from the former flagship Kumari of Andoria. According to the Imperial Guard, no junior officer knows more about ship operations than you, be it in the Home Fleet or here in Starfleet. ''
- '' I come to serve... Sir '' simply answered the officer in a cold, deadpan manner that would have even impressed a Vulcan.
He doesn't want to be here guessed Kheren in his light, icy blue eyes. Or he doesn't want to be here... with me. The ''Sir'' had come with a pause and a tone that made it so clinical as to be almost derisive.
But Kheren chose to ignore it. He was in fact surprised, almost shocked, that he hadn't encountered such a reaction, or worse, with most of the 360 crewmembers of this ship.
They were all Andorians... And most, if not all, knew who he was... or rather, what he was...
Nodding sternly to the Chief of Operations, he turned to the chair flanking the left side of his own command seat.
For a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
She was Andorian, just as tall as himself with long flowing snow white hair cascading well below her shoulders while a pair of fragile-looking antenneas sprouted from the top of her hair-covered forehead. her eyes were extraordinarily large... and totally white, just like her almost translucent alabaster skin. She was not Bishee like the Doctor and Chief of Security, nor Thalassan like the chief of Ops, nor even Thalish like the Chief Engineer.
She was Aenar.
- '' Ship Counsellor Lyrya, Sir. '' she then said to break the silence, in a voice so soft and calm that it felt like a whipser in one's hear despite the distance.
Kheren's own silvery eyes widened and his antennaes started to sway nervously.
- '' Not to worry, Captain. I did not read your mind. I'm swore to the Aenar's prime ethics of never entering another's mind without permission, and for even longer now than I swore to uphold the Prime Directive upon entering Starfleet. ''
- '' I've never heard of an Aenar ever leaving Andoria before... let alone join Starfleet. ''
- '' I am the only one who ever did. '' confirmed the soft-spoken shen in blue.
- '' But aren't Aenars all opposed to violence? Serving aboard a starship... ''
- '' Does not mean just firing phasers... with all due respect, Sir.'' she completed for him. '' That is why I also double up as Medical officer to assist Doctor Miva. ''
But... why? thought to ask kheren, then realized it was not the place and time for personal discussions. And looking into her strange, empty eyes at his own reflection, he had the disturbing impression that she already knew.
Leaving her with a nod, a finished meeting his command staff by addressing the Bishee Thaan standing in front of the Exec's chair;
- '' Commander Sekrigor; you will act as my executive officer on this little shakedown cruise. I hope I can count on you to help me run this ship smoothly? ''
- '' As if it was my own command, Sir. ''
The voice was harsh, the tone icy; the eyes above the sour-looking mouth were as grey and inert as those of a dead fish. But on the platinum short hair crowning his powder blue face, the antennaes were almost flat.
Not much love there either almost chuckled Kheren inwardly, returning the cold stare with his own frigid silvery eyes. Understandable since he was indeed to be in command of the next flagship of Andoria... before the government decided to... honor me...
- '' Very good, Commander. Before we depart, you will please change into your proper uniform. ''
The officer went even more rigid, like someone being challenged. His tall frame, taller than that of his commanding officer, filled powerfully his Andorian Imperial Guard officer uniform wich he obviously wore with a pride bordering on outright arrogance on a Starfleet commissionned vessel. But Kheren's own stare was that of a predator stalking his prey. If the exec wanted it to be a challenge, he obviously very well knew who he was going up against. If not, he could see it in the scarred brow of Kheren.
The ship did include a duelling arena on deck 9... and since the founding of the Federation, Starfleet regulations did recognize the ancestral rights of Andorians aboard all Starfleet vessels and installations.
- '' At once... Sir. '' then said Commander Krekigor. He nodded and left, but not by the same turbolift Kheren had used to reach the bridge.
The frigid air felt a bit colder for a while after he left. But Acting Captain Kheren sat in his command chair and looked full circle at the head officers present on the bridge... his bridge.
Well... for a while at least.
A single finger activated on the armrest of his command chair the shipwide intercom. Looking at his bridge officers, he said in a deep, powerful voice;
- '' All hands, this is the Captain: prepare for departure. ''
By Kheren
Author's note: the following only refers to the actual gameplay of the author and the bridge officers and ship specific to him. No risk of any spoiler here. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 2 : CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE
- '' Captain on the bridge. ''
Behind every station, every officer stopped what they were doing and stood at attention as soon as the announcement was made by the one nearest to the turbolift door. It came exactly right after the sliding door ceased whistling open and the tall, gold-garbed form stepped into the command center of the starship.
Obviously, the security officer was aware of the superior officer's arrival and heard the cabin stop in the tube to bring him here. Wich was not so surprising as she had not only extremely acute hearing, but could also perceive electromagnetic shifts from the pair of antennaes sprouting from her long, lush white hair.
She was Andorian... like all the officers on the bridge... and the entire crew of this starship.
So this is the USS Kumari... flagship of Andoria... newest prototype long range cruiser of Starfleet. thought acting captain Kheren as he let the turbolift door slide shut behind him while his silver eyes roamed over the oval command center of the bridge, looking at every blinking black and blue station facing partly inward, partly towards the now dark main viewing screen.
Very Andorian he appreciated, taking in a deep breath of the frigid air.
From that front part where the navigation station was located, all the consoles formed an elongated oval on successive tiers, science on the left, engineering on the right, that culminated to the command chair, way up at the back of the entire room, flanked by the ops station and a chair shared by the ship's councellor and Chief medical officer on the left, and on the right another chair for the First Officer and the tactical station.
His eyes rested on the towering Andorian shen in red who had proclamed his arrival. Lieutenant junior grade Tyvya came with him from the USS Lotus and like him was due to serve aboard the USS Artemis when she would come out finally of her extensive refit phase. In the meantime, she was temporarily promoted to higher duties and responsibilties aboard this new ship... just like him.
- '' As you were everyone. This is a temporary command and you all know who I am, so please refrain from the pompous Human protocol.''
- '' Aye, Sir. '' they all responded as one. Nobody laughed; Andorians did not practice humor as Humans did. But there was definitely a lighter atmosphere now than when he had entered.
Then Kheren went to each in turn, starting from his right:
- '' Lieutenant Tyvya; I'm glad you've accepted this challenge... but not surprised. May we do as well here as we did on the flagship of Lotus Fleet. We shall indeed be in safe hands with you. ''
The tall, imposing woman said nothing but lifted her head in typical Andorian respect, making her look even taller; wich was almost frightening, as she was well over seven feet in height and stronger than even the average Andorian despite her proportionately light frame.
Captain Kheren went to her neighbor, a blue-grey looking Andorian thaan with flimsy forehead antenneas and blueish white hair:
- '' Lieutenant Theleb, welcome aboard. I've heard of your involvement with the design of this ship, especially her engines. We couldn't have her in better hands. This is your first deep space assignment I gather...''
- '' Aye, Sir. I can't wait to see her perform on actual duty, Sir. '' answered the tall, slim, red-uniformed engineer lifiting his head up.
- '' So am I.'' retorted Kheren. ''Please prepare a technical summary for departure, Mr Theleb.''
And so saying, he went to the navigation station to meet the pilot standing there:
- '' Ensign Dheelh; I'm told you've been training for the last eight months exclusively for the purpose of piloting this particular ship. ''
- '' Aye, Captain.'' answered the light blue, white-haired Bishee chan in red also, his antenneas straight upward from the top of his forehead. '' This ship is unlike any other in Starfleet; handling her requires perfect eye-ear perceptions and complete coordination of all four limbs, like those antique helicopters Humans once used. I was the only Andorian pilot with our present flight control crew on board in the first training class; the others will not be ready before at least a year. ''
- '' So it's up to us, and to you, to prove to Starfleet that this is a valid design. Carry on, Ensign. ''
Kheren next went to the left side of the bridge to meet the officer behind the science console:
- '' Doctor Miva I presume? ''
He thought the old, stale Human joke would be lost on the rather smallish, blue-clad Bishee Zhen who's frontal antenneas did not quite reach the height of his own. But to his surprise, she cocked her head on the side, visibly amused.
- '' Chief Medical Officer and Chief Science Officer of the Kumari, Sir. And I am well-versed in Federation History, especially on Andorian, Vulcan, Tellarite and Human ones... Sir. But my specialty is of course xenobiology. ''
- '' Of course, Doctor. I look forward serving with you. '' For a moment, they just stood there and exchanged an unblinking look.
She knows realized Kheren. Of course she does... she has access to all medical files... especially mine.
He just nodded to her and went up to the ops station and the darker Andorian chan in gold pointing from the side of his heads his knobby antenneas at him:
- '' Lieutenant Commander Gireb, from the former flagship Kumari of Andoria. According to the Imperial Guard, no junior officer knows more about ship operations than you, be it in the Home Fleet or here in Starfleet. ''
- '' I come to serve... Sir '' simply answered the officer in a cold, deadpan manner that would have even impressed a Vulcan.
He doesn't want to be here guessed Kheren in his light, icy blue eyes. Or he doesn't want to be here... with me. The ''Sir'' had come with a pause and a tone that made it so clinical as to be almost derisive.
But Kheren chose to ignore it. He was in fact surprised, almost shocked, that he hadn't encountered such a reaction, or worse, with most of the 360 crewmembers of this ship.
They were all Andorians... And most, if not all, knew who he was... or rather, what he was...
Nodding sternly to the Chief of Operations, he turned to the chair flanking the left side of his own command seat.
For a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
She was Andorian, just as tall as himself with long flowing snow white hair cascading well below her shoulders while a pair of fragile-looking antenneas sprouted from the top of her hair-covered forehead. her eyes were extraordinarily large... and totally white, just like her almost translucent alabaster skin. She was not Bishee like the Doctor and Chief of Security, nor Thalassan like the chief of Ops, nor even Thalish like the Chief Engineer.
She was Aenar.
- '' Ship Counsellor Lyrya, Sir. '' she then said to break the silence, in a voice so soft and calm that it felt like a whipser in one's hear despite the distance.
Kheren's own silvery eyes widened and his antennaes started to sway nervously.
- '' Not to worry, Captain. I did not read your mind. I'm swore to the Aenar's prime ethics of never entering another's mind without permission, and for even longer now than I swore to uphold the Prime Directive upon entering Starfleet. ''
- '' I've never heard of an Aenar ever leaving Andoria before... let alone join Starfleet. ''
- '' I am the only one who ever did. '' confirmed the soft-spoken shen in blue.
- '' But aren't Aenars all opposed to violence? Serving aboard a starship... ''
- '' Does not mean just firing phasers... with all due respect, Sir.'' she completed for him. '' That is why I also double up as Medical officer to assist Doctor Miva. ''
But... why? thought to ask kheren, then realized it was not the place and time for personal discussions. And looking into her strange, empty eyes at his own reflection, he had the disturbing impression that she already knew.
Leaving her with a nod, a finished meeting his command staff by addressing the Bishee Thaan standing in front of the Exec's chair;
- '' Commander Sekrigor; you will act as my executive officer on this little shakedown cruise. I hope I can count on you to help me run this ship smoothly? ''
- '' As if it was my own command, Sir. ''
The voice was harsh, the tone icy; the eyes above the sour-looking mouth were as grey and inert as those of a dead fish. But on the platinum short hair crowning his powder blue face, the antennaes were almost flat.
Not much love there either almost chuckled Kheren inwardly, returning the cold stare with his own frigid silvery eyes. Understandable since he was indeed to be in command of the next flagship of Andoria... before the government decided to... honor me...
- '' Very good, Commander. Before we depart, you will please change into your proper uniform. ''
The officer went even more rigid, like someone being challenged. His tall frame, taller than that of his commanding officer, filled powerfully his Andorian Imperial Guard officer uniform wich he obviously wore with a pride bordering on outright arrogance on a Starfleet commissionned vessel. But Kheren's own stare was that of a predator stalking his prey. If the exec wanted it to be a challenge, he obviously very well knew who he was going up against. If not, he could see it in the scarred brow of Kheren.
The ship did include a duelling arena on deck 9... and since the founding of the Federation, Starfleet regulations did recognize the ancestral rights of Andorians aboard all Starfleet vessels and installations.
- '' At once... Sir. '' then said Commander Krekigor. He nodded and left, but not by the same turbolift Kheren had used to reach the bridge.
The frigid air felt a bit colder for a while after he left. But Acting Captain Kheren sat in his command chair and looked full circle at the head officers present on the bridge... his bridge.
Well... for a while at least.
A single finger activated on the armrest of his command chair the shipwide intercom. Looking at his bridge officers, he said in a deep, powerful voice;
- '' All hands, this is the Captain: prepare for departure. ''
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"In this galaxy, there is a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. In all the universe, three million, million galaxies like this.
And in all of that... and perhaps more...
only one of each of us."
Dr Leonard H. McCoy
TOS Balance of Terror
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And in all of that... and perhaps more...
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TOS Balance of Terror
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Re: These are the Voyages: various authors
by Kheren » Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:46 pm
STAR TREK ODYSSEY
by Selcar
Hours after the sounds of battle had retreated and the flash of phaser fire faded the lights on the bridge of the Federation Starship U.S.S. Odyssey still flickered intermittently. The crewmen manning the bridge stations – at least those that still functioned – worked in silence. The absence of sound made it all too uncomfortable for Lieutenant Commander Selcar who could swear he felt there eyes drilling into him. He could feel each of there gazes as their eyes settled on his slightly copper-green tinged skin, as there vision passed over the sharp points of his ears and along the V-shaped ridge on his forehead.
I can’t really blame them, he mused to himself. A Romulan sitting in the Captain’s chair of a Federation Starship isn’t exactly something that happens on a regular basis…hell, Kirk's probably rolling over in his grave right now.
The lights flickered again and finally went out completely for a few seconds before finally coming back on again with a groan. Selcar dismissed his personal thoughts for a moment and tapped his Combadge before speaking, “Selcar to Aklar.”
“Aklar here Lieutenant Commander,” came the Bolians reply over the Comm system.
“Ensign, I realize you’ve got your hands full down in Engineering but I would greatly appreciate it if you could find the time to keep the lights on for us.”
There was a slight pause and then, “Yes, Sir. I’ve got two crewmen working on it now…should have internal lighting functioning normally in a few minutes.”
Selcar nodded to himself before replying, “Good work Ensign, how are repairs coming down there?”
The Bolian groaned slightly as he responded, “Slowly, Sir….ventral shield array is still offline, life support on decks 6 through 9 is still out but should be back online within the hour. Hull breaches…not much I can do about those till we get into a dry dock, but emergency force fields are holding steady. The list goes on, with half the crew…no longer with us…we just don’t have the man power to fix everything. I can promise no warp core breaches and I can maintain warp speed as long as we don’t go much past warp 6. Other then that Sir it’s going to be awhile before the Odyssey is fully up and running.”
“Understood, Mr. Aklar,” Selcar replied sighing slightly. “Do your best, Selcar out. Conn, what’s our ETA for the Sol System?”
The young crewman at the Conn tapped a few instruments before glancing back, “Approximately two hours Sir.”
“Good, proceed to Earth Spacedock immediately once we enter the system. I don’t want to keep Admiral Quinn waiting.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Selcar leaned back into the padded command chair and tried to let himself relax. In a few hours the Odyssey would be receiving repairs from the best in Starfleet, the crew would be taken care of, and following his report to the Admiral he’d be back to running diagnostics on the phaser array. Something wouldn’t let him relax though, maybe it was just Romulan paranoia but a small voice in the back of his head kept telling him the challenges of the day had only just begun, and that nothing would ever be the same again.
As if on queue no sooner had the thought passed through his mind than his black eyes passed over the ships dedication plaque hanging on the bulkhead. He couldn’t help but relate to the accompanying quote:
U.S.S. Odyssey
NCC – 71832-A
“Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
Driven time and again off course”
************
Admiral Quinn sat forward in his high-backed desk chair in his office at Earth Starbase. He looked the man standing before him up and down as the Lieutenant Commander before him stood at attention. Four lifetimes worth of memories and none of them could prepare me for seeing a Romulan in a Starfleet uniform, the Trill thought to himself.
“At ease Lieutenant Commander Selcar,” the Admiral said. “You might pull something otherwise.” The Romulan relaxed slightly, but only just. Glancing down at Selcar’s Personel File he had to shake his head, the file certainly made of an interesting read.
Name: Selcar of the Line of Valdore
Species: Romulan (Rihannsu)
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: Copper-tinged pigmentation typical of most Romulans
Height: 1.95 Meters
Weight: 88.4 Kg
Date of Birth: Stardate 24598.46 (12/29/2347)
Place of Birth: Ki Baratan (The Capital City), Romulus
Age: 62 Standard Earth Years (equivalent of a human in there late 20’s early 30’s)
Parents: Malek (Father, Deceased as of 2379), Syla (Mother, Believed deceased as of
2371)
Siblings: Trajan (Younger Brother, Status unknown; believed to still be serving within
the Romulan military)
Family History:
Father: Senator Malek served with distinction as a highly influential member of the Romulan Senate for nearly 50 years before his death in 2379 during the coup d'état orchestrated by Shinzon.
Mother: Formerly a Commander within the Tal Shiar and CO of the Tal Shiar Warbird Ri’A’Thar. Participated in the failed Joint Tal Shiar – Obsidian Order mission to wipe out the Founders in 2371. She is believed to have been one of those who perished in the one sided battle as neither she nor her ship were ever found.
Brother: Trajan joined the Romulan Imperial Military as his father, grandfather and great-grandfather before him. His current location and status are unknown to both Starfleet Intelligence and Selcar although he is still believed to be an active member of the military; his last known rank was that of Sublieutenant.
Personal History: Selcar of the line of Valdore was born on Romulus in the Romulan capital city of Ki Baratan on Stardate 24598.46. His early childhood was somewhat lonely with his mother – a Commander within the Tal Shiar, a fact Selcar would not learn for years – away on a variety of missions for the Empire, and his father’s time being spent mostly in the Hall of State. As Romulan children rarely interact with each other outside of educational facilities and the occasional test to see which child can out-manipulate the other the only real companionship Selcar had as a youth was his pet Set’leht Marika, and his families personal seneschal Rivin.
His youth was filled with stores of the great men and women of his noble line, in particular the line’s namesake and Selcar’s Great Grandfather Valdore. One of the few lessons his father ever imparted on him was that the greatest thing to remember about Valdore was not his military leadership during the Earth-Romulan War, or his covert efforts against the other races of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Rather his father said it was important to “remember that as a senator he believed in a better future for our people, one without distrust and war. It must always be the priority of us all to become the change we wish to see in the galaxy and to make it a better place for those who come after us.” This lesson was ended with Selcar’s father commanding him to never speak of what he had been taught that day as it would lead to all of there deaths or imprisonment.
In 2357 when Selcar was 10 his mother gave birth to another male whom the family named Trajan. With his parents absent most of the time it fell on Selcar to raise and educate his younger brother and the two became close as the years wore on. A few years later in 2366 Selcar left home for the Imperial Academy to begin training for a life of military and public service. He graduated a full year early and earned a commission within the Romulan military, the only member of his family to attend the graduation was his brother.
When his mother died in a “training accident” in 2371 Selcar had already advanced rapidly through the ranks to that of Centurion (the Starfleet equivalent of a Lieutenant Commander). He was afforded no time to greave as the next few years would see him in constant combat situations during the Dominion Wars, during which he became highly decorated including earning the Imperial Raptor (Similar to the Christopher Pike medal of Valor). Following the war he was promoted to Subcommander and managed to make time to attend his brothers graduation from the Imperial academy prior to taking his post as XO aboard the I.R.W. Valdore (which he considered an honor) under Commander Donatra in 2377.
In 2379 Selcar lost his father to the coup d'état of Shinzon and was present aboard the Valdore when the vessel lent aide to the U.S.S. Enterprise-E in its efforts to destroy Shinzon’s vessel the Scimitar. A year later he was approached by agents of the Tal Shiar. It was then that he learned of what his mother’s real profession was and also about the events of her death. He agreed to join the Intelligence organization and began training immediately. He excelled at counter-intelligence, demolitions, and close quarters and hand to hand combat; although his greatest talents lay in starship tactics and ship to ship combat.
He was approached several times by agents of Donatra who asked for his support but he repeatedly told them that he would not act in any way that would continue to aid in the destabilization of his people despite the fact the he admitted he was certainly no fan of Tal’aura or her puppet Senate. In 2383 he was present for the food riots in Ki Baratan which he called “the senseless slaying of 2000 innocents whose only crime was wanting to eat that day”. When the Tal Shiar began assaults against the noble houses in 2386 Selcar was enraged and requested to be transferred off the homeworld. His request was agreed to and he was placed on Earth at the Romulan Embassy as head of internal security.
While on Earth he became fascinated by humans and there culture and became enamored with ancient Earth history. He even became skilled at the human game of pool which he played on a regular basis, going so far as to replicate himself a pool table and cue for his private chambers. In 2387 word of the destruction of Romulus reaches Selcar who immediate begin tracking down his brother, whom he is relieved to discover was offword at the time of the planet’s annihilation.
Over the next few years, as in fighting tears his people apart Selcar began feeling more and more disillusioned with the future his people were facing. In 2389 he uses the chaos of the empire to disappear and travels to the Romulan colony of Talvath to aid them in whatever way he can. A year later in 2390 when Talvath requests Federation protection Selcar is amongst those who push for the colony to petition for full membership within the Federation. During this time he works closely with the Commander of the U.S.S. Victory, Commander Viktor Dragov. The two become close friends as they attempt to get Talvath the protection and resources it needs to remain safe from Klingon encroachment.
In 2391 Taris takes command of the splintered factions of the Romulan Empire and any hope of Talvath joining the Federation falls through. Selcar receives word from an anonymous source that the new Romulan regime plans to make an example of those who would seek aid from outside sources and that Selcar has been named an enemy of the state. Realizing that his hope for a better – more peaceful – future for his people will never come to pass under Taris, Selcar requests asylum aboard the U.S.S. Victory and is granted it. He spends the next 5 years serving aboard the Victory as an advisor before smuggling himself back into Romulan space in an attempt to boost popular opinion of a Romulan – Federation Alliance.
For three years he moves amongst the various worlds of the Romulan people trying to gain support for his proposed alliance and although he gains some supporters (including his anonymous friend who continues to aid him whenever possible) his efforts are for naught. Once word that the Vulcans knew of the impending destruction of Romulus and did nothing about it surfaces any hope of the Romulans joining with the Federation in any capacity seems unlikely. Selcar, himself is enraged by the findings but realizes that the Federation is the best hope for the future of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Still as he records in a personal log “I shall never be able to forgive the Vulcans for what they have done, or rather what they failed to do. Every time I look at one of there faces all I can see is the face of someone who murdered billions”.
Once more escaping Romulan space, Selcar finds his way back to the Victory in time to celebrate the New Year and New Century with the crew of a Federation starship which he reflects are the people he feels closest too. Following the celebrations he speaks to the now Captain Dragov about petitioning for Federation Citizenship. It takes nearly two years but at the end of 2401 Selcar is granted full Federation citizenship. He wastes no time and immediately requests Captain Dragov to write him a letter of recommendation to enter Starfleet Academy. Shortly thereafter he receives word from his mysterious contact that he has been placed on the Tal Shiar’s top hit list and is being considered one of the greatest threats to Romulan security.
After another year of waiting aboard the Victory word arrives that Selcar has been accepted into Starfleet Academy and in 2403 the Victory makes its way back to Earth so Selcar can begin his training. The Academy proves to be a challenge for Selcar who must unlearn everything he learned as a Romulan officer. He excels at his academic studies but socially he is an outcast. Despite the adversity of being the first Romulan in Starfleet, on Stardate 84975.12 Selcar graduates from Starfleet Academy with high honors and receives his commission as a Starfleet tactical officer.
Academy Years: 2403-2407, Tactical/Security with focus on ship to ship combat and tactics, and hand to hand combat.
Previous Assignments: IRW Chula (2369-2371), IRW Praetor (2371-2377; Chief Tactical Officer), IRW Valdore (2377-2380; XO), Counter-Intelligence and Sabotage Operative of the Tal Shiar along the Klingon Border (2382-2385), Romulan Embassy; Earth (2386-2389; Head of Internal Security), U.S.S. Victory (2391-2396 and 2400-2403; Civilian Advisor and Provision Intelligence Officer)
Seems this one has already been on an odyssey of his own, Quinn thought to himself as he looked up from the file. There was something about this man that Quinn liked he couldn’t quite place what it was but there was…an air about him as the Humans say. This one shouldn’t be wasting his time and talents running phaser diagnostics.
“Lieutenant Commander, I read your report on the Borg incident and I have to admit I’m impressed you handled yourself admirably. As such I have a new assignment for you if you’re up to the task,” Quinn said with a slight smile on his face that Selcar found rather discomforting.
“Of course Sir, whatever Starfleet and the Federation need I’m willing and eager,” Selcar responded.
The smile grew, “Excellent! I’m pleased to hear that. Effective immediately I’m promoting you to full Commander and placing you in command of the U.S.S. Odyssey. When we’re finished here head down to personnel and find yourself a command staff.”
The shocked look on Selcar’s face was worth his decision no matter what the end result, and Quinn felt certain that he had made the right call. Something about this man made Quinn feel one day his name would be added to a short list of great Starfleet captains. Now I just have to convince the rest of Starfleet Command, Quinn thought.
Episode I - "A Moment for your gallant crew" - Part I
The lights had long since ceased there flickering and had remained burning hot within the U.S.S. Odyssey’s Ready Room in the weeks since its arrival at Starbase 1. It had been hastily decorated by its new occupant after Admiral Quinn had informed Selcar that ‘A Captain’s ready room was a symbol and representation of the man who sits in the big chair’, and that Selcar had best furnish his new office appropriately.
The room held two small couches with end tables at either side of each. One sported a model of the I.R.W. Valdore and another model of the U.S.S. Victory, Selcar’s previous two ships. Another had a large globe of the now lost world of Romulus, while a final one was adorned with a pair of large leather bound books with gold print on the spine which read The Iliad and the other The Odyssey. Behind each couch hung a painting, one being a cityscape of Ki Baratan and the other being of the U.S.S. Voyager, one of Selcar’s favorite ships within the Federation’s colorful history.
Finally there stood the massive wooden desk which he had had specially replicated – he despised the artificial feeling of metallic and plastic that so many desks where made of these days – its top made heavy by a mountain of PADDs. Leaning back in the leather chair which dominated the room Selcar squeezed the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. For days now he had worked on finding a command crew and the effort was starting to take its toll. All told he couldn’t imagine that he had had more then a few hours of sleep during the entirety of the week.
“Bashir,”
Selcar blinked as he came out of his trance and looked up at the other occupant of the room, Lieutenant Aklar; The Odyssey’s new Chief Engineer. The Bolian was leaning back in his chair looking intently at a PADD he held was his other hand absently fiddled with the second pip on his gold collar.
“If you keep playing with that thing its going to fall off you know,” Selcar said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Now who’s Bashir?”
Frowning slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his collar Aklar replied, “Master Chief Petty Officer Bashir Talaris. You said you wanted to find someone from the Odyssey’s original crew to make your Chief of Operations and I think she’s the one.”
Selcar’s brow furrowed as his mind raced trying to remember anything about the enlisted woman in question. Finally he leaned back and snapped his fingers answering, “The young Bajoran woman from engineering, I remember now. She always struck me as a hard worker…if a bit…erratic at times. The name Bashir…that’s not Bajoran though is it?”
Aklar shook his head. “No, it’s human. She was adopted by a Dr. Julian Bashir and his Trill wife Ezri a few years after the Dominion War. Both parents are widely regarded as heroes of the war, maybe if were lucky some of that family luck will rub of on us.”
Selcar took the PADD from Aklar and quickly scanned the woman’s personnel file while slowly nodding to himself. Her record was outstanding. “All right, Bashir it is.” Tapping his communicator Selcar replied, “Selcar to Bashir, report to my ready room.”
A second later the response came through in a small feminine voice, “Aye, Sir. I’m on my way.”
The two officer didn’t have long to wait, and a few short moments later a Bajoran woman of short height and sleight build stepped through the door; quickly she snapped to attention and stated in a firm voice that defied or small size, “Chief Bashir, reporting as ordered sir!”
Selcar’s eyebrows rose slightly as he stood up from his chair and stepped around the desk to stand before Bashir. “At ease Chief, I just have a few questions for you. I’ve been going over your record and I see that both of your parents served Starfleet in a medical profession, what led you to choose a career path in Engineering and Operations?”
“I spend a great deal of time growing up with my ‘Uncle’ Miles on Earth. He got me interested in the way things work and how to fix them when they don’t. I’ve always thought it somewhat similar to my parents’ professions in a way. My father studies how the body works, my mother on how the mind works, and I focus on how ships work, sir,” she replied. Her stance had eased slightly but only just.
Selcar nodded as he stared down at the PADD in his hand. “Very good Chief…now I also see here that you were enrolled at the Academy but left a year before graduation to enlist instead. Care to explain?”
Bashir paused slightly before answering and Selcar could tell that the young woman was growing uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her commanding officer. Finally she replied, “Starfleet needed personnel in Operations all over the fleet and with the war that need was growing every day. I felt that I could do more good by getting to work immediately rather then waiting another year.”
Selcar stared intently at the young woman for a moment trying to guage her sincerity in the response. She’s mostly telling the truth, he thought. Yet, there’s something else she’s not saying. Out loud he replied, “Well Chief, Academy or no you’re going to be an officer in any case. Effective immediately I’m granting you a commission and promoting you to Ensign and assigning you the command staff position of Chief of Operations.”
Bashir’s jaw went slack as though she had been hit with a phaser set to its lowest setting and Selcar’s face broke into a grin as he pointed at the new ensign and replied, “Ya know ensign, I had that exact same look on my face just a few weeks ago. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Get yourself into a uniform that properly denotes your new ranks and start to work. I want a power distribution and resource management report and schedule on my desk my 0800 tomorrow, understood?”
“Ah…Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“Very good ensign. Dismissed.”
With that Bashir snapped back to attention and turning on a heel headed out of the ready room still in shock and with a dumbstruck look upon her face.
Turning back to Aklar, Selcar smiled and spread his hands, “See we are making progress three command staff positions already filled.”
“Considering you and I were already here I don’t think we can count ourselves,” the engineer replied.
Selcar was about to offer his retort when a chime came over the intercom and interrupted him with the voice of one of the crewmen out on the bridge, “Commander, we have a transmission coming in for you from a Captain Dragov of the U.S.S. Victory…do you want me to patch into your office sir?”
“Yes crewman that’s fine.”
“A second later the computer screen behind Selcar’s desk lit up with the image of a large muscular human with a well trimmed black beard sitting in the captain’s chair on the spartan-esque bridge of a Defiant-class starship.
Smiling the Odyssey’s CO said, “Viktor, a pleasure as always. I heard you were nearby, I don’t suppose you have time to come aboard for a drink and some reminiscing?”
Dragov shook his head ruefully, “Sadly not Selcar, the Victory has been ordered to the Bajor Sector to spearhead the efforts against The True Way. We’ve only stopped in the Sol System to drop off your new Chief Science Officer. Speaking of which…are you sure this is a good idea old friend? The two of you didn’t exactly part on good terms and the headache of being a first time CO is bad enough with out dealing with…previous…entanglements.”
“She’s still upset I take it?” Selcar asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
“Upset?” Dragov asked laughing. “Last she mentioned it to me she asked if it would be treason to turn you over to the Tal Shiar. So yes…I’d say she’s still upset with you.”
Selcar winced. He had hoped that four years had dulled the sharp edges of his previous relationship and it seemed that perhaps that was not the case. “Well, I’m sure the two of us will come to an understanding. I need a grade-A crew and Zal is one of the best in the fleet,” he replied.
The Victory’s captain shook his head and chuckled. “Well let’s hope so…for your sake. She’s ready to come aboard whenever you’re ready for her,” he informed Selcar.
“Excellent, tell Chief Bortt to beam her directly to my ready room,” Selcar said doing his best to keep the concern out of his voice.
“Understood. Good luck Commander, oh…and Jolan Tru. Victory out.” With his final words the screen winked off.
Glancing up from his seat Aklar asked, “Anything I should know?”
Selcar dismissed the question with a quick hand motion and replied, “No, just some old issued that are in need of resolution. Nothing to worry about…although I had hoped to get our CMO on board before this…”
Selcar’s voice trailed off as a tall feminine figure began to materialize within the room. As the final shimmers of the transporter effect wore off they revealed a young woman with porcelin skin that was decorated with pale blue spots. Here eyes – dark as a Cerean sea – narrowed as the locked onto Selcar. She dropped the two sea bags she carried to the deck with a thud and brushed a strand of light blode hair out of the path of her dread gaze as she extended a finger in Selcar’s direction.
“You! Of all the immature, impetuous things to do with your first command – and I have no idea how you’ve manipulated your way into that – how dare you have me reassigned here after –“
“Lieutenant Marza Zal, I’d like you to meet the Odyssey’s chief engineer Lieutenant Varis Aklar,” Selcar said cutting off the science officer in hopes of deflecting the impending argument.
Zal blinked as she realized her and Selcar were not alone. Instantly her scowl was replaced by a small coy small that lit up the room as she turned slightly and extended her hand to Aklar saying, “How do you do Aklar? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um…yes…er…yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well lieutenant. Welcome aboard the Odyssey,” Aklar responded uncertainly.
“Yes, I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to be here but that wouldn’t be entirely true,” she replied as she turned back towards the Romulan.
Holding his hands up to ward off the trill from continuing her rant Selcar replied, “You’re the best there is Zal and I need the best. Plus, your skills will be far more needed here then on the Victory, Defiant-class vessels don’t have much in the way of scientific accoutrements whereas an Excalibur-class like the Odyssey has fourteen science labs of various sorts…and as Chief Science Officer you get your own lab-“
“My own lab?” Zal asked, cutting her new CO off.
Selcar smiled if there was one thing that Zal loved more than hating him it was science. “That’s right, and you can set it up however you like,” he answered.
The trill paused for a second as she thought the situation over before finally responding, “Fine. I’ll be your chief science officer, but at some point in the very near future you and I are going to sit down and resolve some things.”
Selcar nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, “Agreed. Such a conversation is long overdue. I’m glad to have you aboard Z. Now…Mr. Aklar, I need you down in engineering making sure all the final repairs and refits are getting finished, the sooner the better I might add. While I’m gone you have the bridge Zal.”
Both of the other officers looked at him quizzically but it was Zal who spoke what both were wondering, “You’re leaving?”
Selcar smiled, “Only for a few short hours…I have a shuttle to catch.” And with that he headed out the door and off to gather the rest of his crew, none of which even knew they were about to be his crew.
A MOMENT FOR YOUR GALLANT CREW - Part 1
The lights had long since ceased there flickering and had remained burning hot within the U.S.S. Odyssey’s Ready Room in the weeks since its arrival at Starbase 1. It had been hastily decorated by its new occupant after Admiral Quinn had informed Selcar that ‘A Captain’s ready room was a symbol and representation of the man who sits in the big chair’, and that Selcar had best furnish his new office appropriately.
The room held two small couches with end tables at either side of each. One sported a model of the I.R.W. Valdore and another model of the U.S.S. Victory, Selcar’s previous two ships. Another had a large globe of the now lost world of Romulus, while a final one was adorned with a pair of large leather bound books with gold print on the spine which read The Iliad and the other The Odyssey. Behind each couch hung a painting, one being a cityscape of Ki Baratan and the other being of the U.S.S. Voyager, one of Selcar’s favorite ships within the Federation’s colorful history.
Finally there stood the massive wooden desk which he had had specially replicated – he despised the artificial feeling of metallic and plastic that so many desks where made of these days – its top made heavy by a mountain of PADDs. Leaning back in the leather chair which dominated the room Selcar squeezed the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. For days now he had worked on finding a command crew and the effort was starting to take its toll. All told he couldn’t imagine that he had had more then a few hours of sleep during the entirety of the week.
“Bashir,”
Selcar blinked as he came out of his trance and looked up at the other occupant of the room, Lieutenant Aklar; The Odyssey’s new Chief Engineer. The Bolian was leaning back in his chair looking intently at a PADD he held was his other hand absently fiddled with the second pip on his gold collar.
“If you keep playing with that thing its going to fall off you know,” Selcar said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Now who’s Bashir?”
Frowning slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his collar Aklar replied, “Master Chief Petty Officer Bashir Talaris. You said you wanted to find someone from the Odyssey’s original crew to make your Chief of Operations and I think she’s the one.”
Selcar’s brow furrowed as his mind raced trying to remember anything about the enlisted woman in question. Finally he leaned back and snapped his fingers answering, “The young Bajoran woman from engineering, I remember now. She always struck me as a hard worker…if a bit…erratic at times. The name Bashir…that’s not Bajoran though is it?”
Aklar shook his head. “No, it’s human. She was adopted by a Dr. Julian Bashir and his Trill wife Ezri a few years after the Dominion War. Both parents are widely regarded as heroes of the war, maybe if were lucky some of that family luck will rub of on us.”
Selcar took the PADD from Aklar and quickly scanned the woman’s personnel file while slowly nodding to himself. Her record was outstanding. “All right, Bashir it is.” Tapping his communicator Selcar replied, “Selcar to Bashir, report to my ready room.”
A second later the response came through in a small feminine voice, “Aye, Sir. I’m on my way.”
The two officer didn’t have long to wait, and a few short moments later a Bajoran woman of short height and sleight build stepped through the door; quickly she snapped to attention and stated in a firm voice that defied or small size, “Chief Bashir, reporting as ordered sir!”
Selcar’s eyebrows rose slightly as he stood up from his chair and stepped around the desk to stand before Bashir. “At ease Chief, I just have a few questions for you. I’ve been going over your record and I see that both of your parents served Starfleet in a medical profession, what led you to choose a career path in Engineering and Operations?”
“I spend a great deal of time growing up with my ‘Uncle’ Miles on Earth. He got me interested in the way things work and how to fix them when they don’t. I’ve always thought it somewhat similar to my parents’ professions in a way. My father studies how the body works, my mother on how the mind works, and I focus on how ships work, sir,” she replied. Her stance had eased slightly but only just.
Selcar nodded as he stared down at the PADD in his hand. “Very good Chief…now I also see here that you were enrolled at the Academy but left a year before graduation to enlist instead. Care to explain?”
Bashir paused slightly before answering and Selcar could tell that the young woman was growing uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her commanding officer. Finally she replied, “Starfleet needed personnel in Operations all over the fleet and with the war that need was growing every day. I felt that I could do more good by getting to work immediately rather then waiting another year.”
Selcar stared intently at the young woman for a moment trying to guage her sincerity in the response. She’s mostly telling the truth, he thought. Yet, there’s something else she’s not saying. Out loud he replied, “Well Chief, Academy or no you’re going to be an officer in any case. Effective immediately I’m granting you a commission and promoting you to Ensign and assigning you the command staff position of Chief of Operations.”
Bashir’s jaw went slack as though she had been hit with a phaser set to its lowest setting and Selcar’s face broke into a grin as he pointed at the new ensign and replied, “Ya know ensign, I had that exact same look on my face just a few weeks ago. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Get yourself into a uniform that properly denotes your new ranks and start to work. I want a power distribution and resource management report and schedule on my desk my 0800 tomorrow, understood?”
“Ah…Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“Very good ensign. Dismissed.”
With that Bashir snapped back to attention and turning on a heel headed out of the ready room still in shock and with a dumbstruck look upon her face.
Turning back to Aklar, Selcar smiled and spread his hands, “See we are making progress three command staff positions already filled.”
“Considering you and I were already here I don’t think we can count ourselves,” the engineer replied.
Selcar was about to offer his retort when a chime came over the intercom and interrupted him with the voice of one of the crewmen out on the bridge, “Commander, we have a transmission coming in for you from a Captain Dragov of the U.S.S. Victory…do you want me to patch into your office sir?”
“Yes crewman that’s fine.”
“A second later the computer screen behind Selcar’s desk lit up with the image of a large muscular human with a well trimmed black beard sitting in the captain’s chair on the spartan-esque bridge of a Defiant-class starship.
Smiling the Odyssey’s CO said, “Viktor, a pleasure as always. I heard you were nearby, I don’t suppose you have time to come aboard for a drink and some reminiscing?”
Dragov shook his head ruefully, “Sadly not Selcar, the Victory has been ordered to the Bajor Sector to spearhead the efforts against The True Way. We’ve only stopped in the Sol System to drop off your new Chief Science Officer. Speaking of which…are you sure this is a good idea old friend? The two of you didn’t exactly part on good terms and the headache of being a first time CO is bad enough with out dealing with…previous…entanglements.”
“She’s still upset I take it?” Selcar asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
“Upset?” Dragov asked laughing. “Last she mentioned it to me she asked if it would be treason to turn you over to the Tal Shiar. So yes…I’d say she’s still upset with you.”
Selcar winced. He had hoped that four years had dulled the sharp edges of his previous relationship and it seemed that perhaps that was not the case. “Well, I’m sure the two of us will come to an understanding. I need a grade-A crew and Zal is one of the best in the fleet,” he replied.
The Victory’s captain shook his head and chuckled. “Well let’s hope so…for your sake. She’s ready to come aboard whenever you’re ready for her,” he informed Selcar.
“Excellent, tell Chief Bortt to beam her directly to my ready room,” Selcar said doing his best to keep the concern out of his voice.
“Understood. Good luck Commander, oh…and Jolan Tru. Victory out.” With his final words the screen winked off.
Glancing up from his seat Aklar asked, “Anything I should know?”
Selcar dismissed the question with a quick hand motion and replied, “No, just some old issued that are in need of resolution. Nothing to worry about…although I had hoped to get our CMO on board before this…”
Selcar’s voice trailed off as a tall feminine figure began to materialize within the room. As the final shimmers of the transporter effect wore off they revealed a young woman with porcelin skin that was decorated with pale blue spots. Here eyes – dark as a Cerean sea – narrowed as the locked onto Selcar. She dropped the two sea bags she carried to the deck with a thud and brushed a strand of light blode hair out of the path of her dread gaze as she extended a finger in Selcar’s direction.
“You! Of all the immature, impetuous things to do with your first command – and I have no idea how you’ve manipulated your way into that – how dare you have me reassigned here after –“
“Lieutenant Marza Zal, I’d like you to meet the Odyssey’s chief engineer Lieutenant Varis Aklar,” Selcar said cutting off the science officer in hopes of deflecting the impending argument.
Zal blinked as she realized her and Selcar were not alone. Instantly her scowl was replaced by a small coy small that lit up the room as she turned slightly and extended her hand to Aklar saying, “How do you do Aklar? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um…yes…er…yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well lieutenant. Welcome aboard the Odyssey,” Aklar responded uncertainly.
“Yes, I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to be here but that wouldn’t be entirely true,” she replied as she turned back towards the Romulan.
Holding his hands up to ward off the trill from continuing her rant Selcar replied, “You’re the best there is Zal and I need the best. Plus, your skills will be far more needed here then on the Victory, Defiant-class vessels don’t have much in the way of scientific accoutrements whereas an Excalibur-class like the Odyssey has fourteen science labs of various sorts…and as Chief Science Officer you get your own lab-“
“My own lab?” Zal asked, cutting her new CO off.
Selcar smiled if there was one thing that Zal loved more than hating him it was science. “That’s right, and you can set it up however you like,” he answered.
The trill paused for a second as she thought the situation over before finally responding, “Fine. I’ll be your chief science officer, but at some point in the very near future you and I are going to sit down and resolve some things.”
Selcar nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, “Agreed. Such a conversation is long overdue. I’m glad to have you aboard Z. Now…Mr. Aklar, I need you down in engineering making sure all the final repairs and refits are getting finished, the sooner the better I might add. While I’m gone you have the bridge Zal.”
Both of the other officers looked at him quizzically but it was Zal who spoke what both were wondering, “You’re leaving?”
Selcar smiled, “Only for a few short hours…I have a shuttle to catch.” And with that he headed out the door and off to gather the rest of his crew, none of which even knew they were about to be his crew.
by Selcar
Hours after the sounds of battle had retreated and the flash of phaser fire faded the lights on the bridge of the Federation Starship U.S.S. Odyssey still flickered intermittently. The crewmen manning the bridge stations – at least those that still functioned – worked in silence. The absence of sound made it all too uncomfortable for Lieutenant Commander Selcar who could swear he felt there eyes drilling into him. He could feel each of there gazes as their eyes settled on his slightly copper-green tinged skin, as there vision passed over the sharp points of his ears and along the V-shaped ridge on his forehead.
I can’t really blame them, he mused to himself. A Romulan sitting in the Captain’s chair of a Federation Starship isn’t exactly something that happens on a regular basis…hell, Kirk's probably rolling over in his grave right now.
The lights flickered again and finally went out completely for a few seconds before finally coming back on again with a groan. Selcar dismissed his personal thoughts for a moment and tapped his Combadge before speaking, “Selcar to Aklar.”
“Aklar here Lieutenant Commander,” came the Bolians reply over the Comm system.
“Ensign, I realize you’ve got your hands full down in Engineering but I would greatly appreciate it if you could find the time to keep the lights on for us.”
There was a slight pause and then, “Yes, Sir. I’ve got two crewmen working on it now…should have internal lighting functioning normally in a few minutes.”
Selcar nodded to himself before replying, “Good work Ensign, how are repairs coming down there?”
The Bolian groaned slightly as he responded, “Slowly, Sir….ventral shield array is still offline, life support on decks 6 through 9 is still out but should be back online within the hour. Hull breaches…not much I can do about those till we get into a dry dock, but emergency force fields are holding steady. The list goes on, with half the crew…no longer with us…we just don’t have the man power to fix everything. I can promise no warp core breaches and I can maintain warp speed as long as we don’t go much past warp 6. Other then that Sir it’s going to be awhile before the Odyssey is fully up and running.”
“Understood, Mr. Aklar,” Selcar replied sighing slightly. “Do your best, Selcar out. Conn, what’s our ETA for the Sol System?”
The young crewman at the Conn tapped a few instruments before glancing back, “Approximately two hours Sir.”
“Good, proceed to Earth Spacedock immediately once we enter the system. I don’t want to keep Admiral Quinn waiting.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Selcar leaned back into the padded command chair and tried to let himself relax. In a few hours the Odyssey would be receiving repairs from the best in Starfleet, the crew would be taken care of, and following his report to the Admiral he’d be back to running diagnostics on the phaser array. Something wouldn’t let him relax though, maybe it was just Romulan paranoia but a small voice in the back of his head kept telling him the challenges of the day had only just begun, and that nothing would ever be the same again.
As if on queue no sooner had the thought passed through his mind than his black eyes passed over the ships dedication plaque hanging on the bulkhead. He couldn’t help but relate to the accompanying quote:
U.S.S. Odyssey
NCC – 71832-A
“Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
Driven time and again off course”
************
Admiral Quinn sat forward in his high-backed desk chair in his office at Earth Starbase. He looked the man standing before him up and down as the Lieutenant Commander before him stood at attention. Four lifetimes worth of memories and none of them could prepare me for seeing a Romulan in a Starfleet uniform, the Trill thought to himself.
“At ease Lieutenant Commander Selcar,” the Admiral said. “You might pull something otherwise.” The Romulan relaxed slightly, but only just. Glancing down at Selcar’s Personel File he had to shake his head, the file certainly made of an interesting read.
Name: Selcar of the Line of Valdore
Species: Romulan (Rihannsu)
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: Copper-tinged pigmentation typical of most Romulans
Height: 1.95 Meters
Weight: 88.4 Kg
Date of Birth: Stardate 24598.46 (12/29/2347)
Place of Birth: Ki Baratan (The Capital City), Romulus
Age: 62 Standard Earth Years (equivalent of a human in there late 20’s early 30’s)
Parents: Malek (Father, Deceased as of 2379), Syla (Mother, Believed deceased as of
2371)
Siblings: Trajan (Younger Brother, Status unknown; believed to still be serving within
the Romulan military)
Family History:
Father: Senator Malek served with distinction as a highly influential member of the Romulan Senate for nearly 50 years before his death in 2379 during the coup d'état orchestrated by Shinzon.
Mother: Formerly a Commander within the Tal Shiar and CO of the Tal Shiar Warbird Ri’A’Thar. Participated in the failed Joint Tal Shiar – Obsidian Order mission to wipe out the Founders in 2371. She is believed to have been one of those who perished in the one sided battle as neither she nor her ship were ever found.
Brother: Trajan joined the Romulan Imperial Military as his father, grandfather and great-grandfather before him. His current location and status are unknown to both Starfleet Intelligence and Selcar although he is still believed to be an active member of the military; his last known rank was that of Sublieutenant.
Personal History: Selcar of the line of Valdore was born on Romulus in the Romulan capital city of Ki Baratan on Stardate 24598.46. His early childhood was somewhat lonely with his mother – a Commander within the Tal Shiar, a fact Selcar would not learn for years – away on a variety of missions for the Empire, and his father’s time being spent mostly in the Hall of State. As Romulan children rarely interact with each other outside of educational facilities and the occasional test to see which child can out-manipulate the other the only real companionship Selcar had as a youth was his pet Set’leht Marika, and his families personal seneschal Rivin.
His youth was filled with stores of the great men and women of his noble line, in particular the line’s namesake and Selcar’s Great Grandfather Valdore. One of the few lessons his father ever imparted on him was that the greatest thing to remember about Valdore was not his military leadership during the Earth-Romulan War, or his covert efforts against the other races of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Rather his father said it was important to “remember that as a senator he believed in a better future for our people, one without distrust and war. It must always be the priority of us all to become the change we wish to see in the galaxy and to make it a better place for those who come after us.” This lesson was ended with Selcar’s father commanding him to never speak of what he had been taught that day as it would lead to all of there deaths or imprisonment.
In 2357 when Selcar was 10 his mother gave birth to another male whom the family named Trajan. With his parents absent most of the time it fell on Selcar to raise and educate his younger brother and the two became close as the years wore on. A few years later in 2366 Selcar left home for the Imperial Academy to begin training for a life of military and public service. He graduated a full year early and earned a commission within the Romulan military, the only member of his family to attend the graduation was his brother.
When his mother died in a “training accident” in 2371 Selcar had already advanced rapidly through the ranks to that of Centurion (the Starfleet equivalent of a Lieutenant Commander). He was afforded no time to greave as the next few years would see him in constant combat situations during the Dominion Wars, during which he became highly decorated including earning the Imperial Raptor (Similar to the Christopher Pike medal of Valor). Following the war he was promoted to Subcommander and managed to make time to attend his brothers graduation from the Imperial academy prior to taking his post as XO aboard the I.R.W. Valdore (which he considered an honor) under Commander Donatra in 2377.
In 2379 Selcar lost his father to the coup d'état of Shinzon and was present aboard the Valdore when the vessel lent aide to the U.S.S. Enterprise-E in its efforts to destroy Shinzon’s vessel the Scimitar. A year later he was approached by agents of the Tal Shiar. It was then that he learned of what his mother’s real profession was and also about the events of her death. He agreed to join the Intelligence organization and began training immediately. He excelled at counter-intelligence, demolitions, and close quarters and hand to hand combat; although his greatest talents lay in starship tactics and ship to ship combat.
He was approached several times by agents of Donatra who asked for his support but he repeatedly told them that he would not act in any way that would continue to aid in the destabilization of his people despite the fact the he admitted he was certainly no fan of Tal’aura or her puppet Senate. In 2383 he was present for the food riots in Ki Baratan which he called “the senseless slaying of 2000 innocents whose only crime was wanting to eat that day”. When the Tal Shiar began assaults against the noble houses in 2386 Selcar was enraged and requested to be transferred off the homeworld. His request was agreed to and he was placed on Earth at the Romulan Embassy as head of internal security.
While on Earth he became fascinated by humans and there culture and became enamored with ancient Earth history. He even became skilled at the human game of pool which he played on a regular basis, going so far as to replicate himself a pool table and cue for his private chambers. In 2387 word of the destruction of Romulus reaches Selcar who immediate begin tracking down his brother, whom he is relieved to discover was offword at the time of the planet’s annihilation.
Over the next few years, as in fighting tears his people apart Selcar began feeling more and more disillusioned with the future his people were facing. In 2389 he uses the chaos of the empire to disappear and travels to the Romulan colony of Talvath to aid them in whatever way he can. A year later in 2390 when Talvath requests Federation protection Selcar is amongst those who push for the colony to petition for full membership within the Federation. During this time he works closely with the Commander of the U.S.S. Victory, Commander Viktor Dragov. The two become close friends as they attempt to get Talvath the protection and resources it needs to remain safe from Klingon encroachment.
In 2391 Taris takes command of the splintered factions of the Romulan Empire and any hope of Talvath joining the Federation falls through. Selcar receives word from an anonymous source that the new Romulan regime plans to make an example of those who would seek aid from outside sources and that Selcar has been named an enemy of the state. Realizing that his hope for a better – more peaceful – future for his people will never come to pass under Taris, Selcar requests asylum aboard the U.S.S. Victory and is granted it. He spends the next 5 years serving aboard the Victory as an advisor before smuggling himself back into Romulan space in an attempt to boost popular opinion of a Romulan – Federation Alliance.
For three years he moves amongst the various worlds of the Romulan people trying to gain support for his proposed alliance and although he gains some supporters (including his anonymous friend who continues to aid him whenever possible) his efforts are for naught. Once word that the Vulcans knew of the impending destruction of Romulus and did nothing about it surfaces any hope of the Romulans joining with the Federation in any capacity seems unlikely. Selcar, himself is enraged by the findings but realizes that the Federation is the best hope for the future of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Still as he records in a personal log “I shall never be able to forgive the Vulcans for what they have done, or rather what they failed to do. Every time I look at one of there faces all I can see is the face of someone who murdered billions”.
Once more escaping Romulan space, Selcar finds his way back to the Victory in time to celebrate the New Year and New Century with the crew of a Federation starship which he reflects are the people he feels closest too. Following the celebrations he speaks to the now Captain Dragov about petitioning for Federation Citizenship. It takes nearly two years but at the end of 2401 Selcar is granted full Federation citizenship. He wastes no time and immediately requests Captain Dragov to write him a letter of recommendation to enter Starfleet Academy. Shortly thereafter he receives word from his mysterious contact that he has been placed on the Tal Shiar’s top hit list and is being considered one of the greatest threats to Romulan security.
After another year of waiting aboard the Victory word arrives that Selcar has been accepted into Starfleet Academy and in 2403 the Victory makes its way back to Earth so Selcar can begin his training. The Academy proves to be a challenge for Selcar who must unlearn everything he learned as a Romulan officer. He excels at his academic studies but socially he is an outcast. Despite the adversity of being the first Romulan in Starfleet, on Stardate 84975.12 Selcar graduates from Starfleet Academy with high honors and receives his commission as a Starfleet tactical officer.
Academy Years: 2403-2407, Tactical/Security with focus on ship to ship combat and tactics, and hand to hand combat.
Previous Assignments: IRW Chula (2369-2371), IRW Praetor (2371-2377; Chief Tactical Officer), IRW Valdore (2377-2380; XO), Counter-Intelligence and Sabotage Operative of the Tal Shiar along the Klingon Border (2382-2385), Romulan Embassy; Earth (2386-2389; Head of Internal Security), U.S.S. Victory (2391-2396 and 2400-2403; Civilian Advisor and Provision Intelligence Officer)
Seems this one has already been on an odyssey of his own, Quinn thought to himself as he looked up from the file. There was something about this man that Quinn liked he couldn’t quite place what it was but there was…an air about him as the Humans say. This one shouldn’t be wasting his time and talents running phaser diagnostics.
“Lieutenant Commander, I read your report on the Borg incident and I have to admit I’m impressed you handled yourself admirably. As such I have a new assignment for you if you’re up to the task,” Quinn said with a slight smile on his face that Selcar found rather discomforting.
“Of course Sir, whatever Starfleet and the Federation need I’m willing and eager,” Selcar responded.
The smile grew, “Excellent! I’m pleased to hear that. Effective immediately I’m promoting you to full Commander and placing you in command of the U.S.S. Odyssey. When we’re finished here head down to personnel and find yourself a command staff.”
The shocked look on Selcar’s face was worth his decision no matter what the end result, and Quinn felt certain that he had made the right call. Something about this man made Quinn feel one day his name would be added to a short list of great Starfleet captains. Now I just have to convince the rest of Starfleet Command, Quinn thought.
Episode I - "A Moment for your gallant crew" - Part I
The lights had long since ceased there flickering and had remained burning hot within the U.S.S. Odyssey’s Ready Room in the weeks since its arrival at Starbase 1. It had been hastily decorated by its new occupant after Admiral Quinn had informed Selcar that ‘A Captain’s ready room was a symbol and representation of the man who sits in the big chair’, and that Selcar had best furnish his new office appropriately.
The room held two small couches with end tables at either side of each. One sported a model of the I.R.W. Valdore and another model of the U.S.S. Victory, Selcar’s previous two ships. Another had a large globe of the now lost world of Romulus, while a final one was adorned with a pair of large leather bound books with gold print on the spine which read The Iliad and the other The Odyssey. Behind each couch hung a painting, one being a cityscape of Ki Baratan and the other being of the U.S.S. Voyager, one of Selcar’s favorite ships within the Federation’s colorful history.
Finally there stood the massive wooden desk which he had had specially replicated – he despised the artificial feeling of metallic and plastic that so many desks where made of these days – its top made heavy by a mountain of PADDs. Leaning back in the leather chair which dominated the room Selcar squeezed the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. For days now he had worked on finding a command crew and the effort was starting to take its toll. All told he couldn’t imagine that he had had more then a few hours of sleep during the entirety of the week.
“Bashir,”
Selcar blinked as he came out of his trance and looked up at the other occupant of the room, Lieutenant Aklar; The Odyssey’s new Chief Engineer. The Bolian was leaning back in his chair looking intently at a PADD he held was his other hand absently fiddled with the second pip on his gold collar.
“If you keep playing with that thing its going to fall off you know,” Selcar said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Now who’s Bashir?”
Frowning slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his collar Aklar replied, “Master Chief Petty Officer Bashir Talaris. You said you wanted to find someone from the Odyssey’s original crew to make your Chief of Operations and I think she’s the one.”
Selcar’s brow furrowed as his mind raced trying to remember anything about the enlisted woman in question. Finally he leaned back and snapped his fingers answering, “The young Bajoran woman from engineering, I remember now. She always struck me as a hard worker…if a bit…erratic at times. The name Bashir…that’s not Bajoran though is it?”
Aklar shook his head. “No, it’s human. She was adopted by a Dr. Julian Bashir and his Trill wife Ezri a few years after the Dominion War. Both parents are widely regarded as heroes of the war, maybe if were lucky some of that family luck will rub of on us.”
Selcar took the PADD from Aklar and quickly scanned the woman’s personnel file while slowly nodding to himself. Her record was outstanding. “All right, Bashir it is.” Tapping his communicator Selcar replied, “Selcar to Bashir, report to my ready room.”
A second later the response came through in a small feminine voice, “Aye, Sir. I’m on my way.”
The two officer didn’t have long to wait, and a few short moments later a Bajoran woman of short height and sleight build stepped through the door; quickly she snapped to attention and stated in a firm voice that defied or small size, “Chief Bashir, reporting as ordered sir!”
Selcar’s eyebrows rose slightly as he stood up from his chair and stepped around the desk to stand before Bashir. “At ease Chief, I just have a few questions for you. I’ve been going over your record and I see that both of your parents served Starfleet in a medical profession, what led you to choose a career path in Engineering and Operations?”
“I spend a great deal of time growing up with my ‘Uncle’ Miles on Earth. He got me interested in the way things work and how to fix them when they don’t. I’ve always thought it somewhat similar to my parents’ professions in a way. My father studies how the body works, my mother on how the mind works, and I focus on how ships work, sir,” she replied. Her stance had eased slightly but only just.
Selcar nodded as he stared down at the PADD in his hand. “Very good Chief…now I also see here that you were enrolled at the Academy but left a year before graduation to enlist instead. Care to explain?”
Bashir paused slightly before answering and Selcar could tell that the young woman was growing uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her commanding officer. Finally she replied, “Starfleet needed personnel in Operations all over the fleet and with the war that need was growing every day. I felt that I could do more good by getting to work immediately rather then waiting another year.”
Selcar stared intently at the young woman for a moment trying to guage her sincerity in the response. She’s mostly telling the truth, he thought. Yet, there’s something else she’s not saying. Out loud he replied, “Well Chief, Academy or no you’re going to be an officer in any case. Effective immediately I’m granting you a commission and promoting you to Ensign and assigning you the command staff position of Chief of Operations.”
Bashir’s jaw went slack as though she had been hit with a phaser set to its lowest setting and Selcar’s face broke into a grin as he pointed at the new ensign and replied, “Ya know ensign, I had that exact same look on my face just a few weeks ago. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Get yourself into a uniform that properly denotes your new ranks and start to work. I want a power distribution and resource management report and schedule on my desk my 0800 tomorrow, understood?”
“Ah…Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“Very good ensign. Dismissed.”
With that Bashir snapped back to attention and turning on a heel headed out of the ready room still in shock and with a dumbstruck look upon her face.
Turning back to Aklar, Selcar smiled and spread his hands, “See we are making progress three command staff positions already filled.”
“Considering you and I were already here I don’t think we can count ourselves,” the engineer replied.
Selcar was about to offer his retort when a chime came over the intercom and interrupted him with the voice of one of the crewmen out on the bridge, “Commander, we have a transmission coming in for you from a Captain Dragov of the U.S.S. Victory…do you want me to patch into your office sir?”
“Yes crewman that’s fine.”
“A second later the computer screen behind Selcar’s desk lit up with the image of a large muscular human with a well trimmed black beard sitting in the captain’s chair on the spartan-esque bridge of a Defiant-class starship.
Smiling the Odyssey’s CO said, “Viktor, a pleasure as always. I heard you were nearby, I don’t suppose you have time to come aboard for a drink and some reminiscing?”
Dragov shook his head ruefully, “Sadly not Selcar, the Victory has been ordered to the Bajor Sector to spearhead the efforts against The True Way. We’ve only stopped in the Sol System to drop off your new Chief Science Officer. Speaking of which…are you sure this is a good idea old friend? The two of you didn’t exactly part on good terms and the headache of being a first time CO is bad enough with out dealing with…previous…entanglements.”
“She’s still upset I take it?” Selcar asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
“Upset?” Dragov asked laughing. “Last she mentioned it to me she asked if it would be treason to turn you over to the Tal Shiar. So yes…I’d say she’s still upset with you.”
Selcar winced. He had hoped that four years had dulled the sharp edges of his previous relationship and it seemed that perhaps that was not the case. “Well, I’m sure the two of us will come to an understanding. I need a grade-A crew and Zal is one of the best in the fleet,” he replied.
The Victory’s captain shook his head and chuckled. “Well let’s hope so…for your sake. She’s ready to come aboard whenever you’re ready for her,” he informed Selcar.
“Excellent, tell Chief Bortt to beam her directly to my ready room,” Selcar said doing his best to keep the concern out of his voice.
“Understood. Good luck Commander, oh…and Jolan Tru. Victory out.” With his final words the screen winked off.
Glancing up from his seat Aklar asked, “Anything I should know?”
Selcar dismissed the question with a quick hand motion and replied, “No, just some old issued that are in need of resolution. Nothing to worry about…although I had hoped to get our CMO on board before this…”
Selcar’s voice trailed off as a tall feminine figure began to materialize within the room. As the final shimmers of the transporter effect wore off they revealed a young woman with porcelin skin that was decorated with pale blue spots. Here eyes – dark as a Cerean sea – narrowed as the locked onto Selcar. She dropped the two sea bags she carried to the deck with a thud and brushed a strand of light blode hair out of the path of her dread gaze as she extended a finger in Selcar’s direction.
“You! Of all the immature, impetuous things to do with your first command – and I have no idea how you’ve manipulated your way into that – how dare you have me reassigned here after –“
“Lieutenant Marza Zal, I’d like you to meet the Odyssey’s chief engineer Lieutenant Varis Aklar,” Selcar said cutting off the science officer in hopes of deflecting the impending argument.
Zal blinked as she realized her and Selcar were not alone. Instantly her scowl was replaced by a small coy small that lit up the room as she turned slightly and extended her hand to Aklar saying, “How do you do Aklar? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um…yes…er…yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well lieutenant. Welcome aboard the Odyssey,” Aklar responded uncertainly.
“Yes, I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to be here but that wouldn’t be entirely true,” she replied as she turned back towards the Romulan.
Holding his hands up to ward off the trill from continuing her rant Selcar replied, “You’re the best there is Zal and I need the best. Plus, your skills will be far more needed here then on the Victory, Defiant-class vessels don’t have much in the way of scientific accoutrements whereas an Excalibur-class like the Odyssey has fourteen science labs of various sorts…and as Chief Science Officer you get your own lab-“
“My own lab?” Zal asked, cutting her new CO off.
Selcar smiled if there was one thing that Zal loved more than hating him it was science. “That’s right, and you can set it up however you like,” he answered.
The trill paused for a second as she thought the situation over before finally responding, “Fine. I’ll be your chief science officer, but at some point in the very near future you and I are going to sit down and resolve some things.”
Selcar nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, “Agreed. Such a conversation is long overdue. I’m glad to have you aboard Z. Now…Mr. Aklar, I need you down in engineering making sure all the final repairs and refits are getting finished, the sooner the better I might add. While I’m gone you have the bridge Zal.”
Both of the other officers looked at him quizzically but it was Zal who spoke what both were wondering, “You’re leaving?”
Selcar smiled, “Only for a few short hours…I have a shuttle to catch.” And with that he headed out the door and off to gather the rest of his crew, none of which even knew they were about to be his crew.
A MOMENT FOR YOUR GALLANT CREW - Part 1
The lights had long since ceased there flickering and had remained burning hot within the U.S.S. Odyssey’s Ready Room in the weeks since its arrival at Starbase 1. It had been hastily decorated by its new occupant after Admiral Quinn had informed Selcar that ‘A Captain’s ready room was a symbol and representation of the man who sits in the big chair’, and that Selcar had best furnish his new office appropriately.
The room held two small couches with end tables at either side of each. One sported a model of the I.R.W. Valdore and another model of the U.S.S. Victory, Selcar’s previous two ships. Another had a large globe of the now lost world of Romulus, while a final one was adorned with a pair of large leather bound books with gold print on the spine which read The Iliad and the other The Odyssey. Behind each couch hung a painting, one being a cityscape of Ki Baratan and the other being of the U.S.S. Voyager, one of Selcar’s favorite ships within the Federation’s colorful history.
Finally there stood the massive wooden desk which he had had specially replicated – he despised the artificial feeling of metallic and plastic that so many desks where made of these days – its top made heavy by a mountain of PADDs. Leaning back in the leather chair which dominated the room Selcar squeezed the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. For days now he had worked on finding a command crew and the effort was starting to take its toll. All told he couldn’t imagine that he had had more then a few hours of sleep during the entirety of the week.
“Bashir,”
Selcar blinked as he came out of his trance and looked up at the other occupant of the room, Lieutenant Aklar; The Odyssey’s new Chief Engineer. The Bolian was leaning back in his chair looking intently at a PADD he held was his other hand absently fiddled with the second pip on his gold collar.
“If you keep playing with that thing its going to fall off you know,” Selcar said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Now who’s Bashir?”
Frowning slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his collar Aklar replied, “Master Chief Petty Officer Bashir Talaris. You said you wanted to find someone from the Odyssey’s original crew to make your Chief of Operations and I think she’s the one.”
Selcar’s brow furrowed as his mind raced trying to remember anything about the enlisted woman in question. Finally he leaned back and snapped his fingers answering, “The young Bajoran woman from engineering, I remember now. She always struck me as a hard worker…if a bit…erratic at times. The name Bashir…that’s not Bajoran though is it?”
Aklar shook his head. “No, it’s human. She was adopted by a Dr. Julian Bashir and his Trill wife Ezri a few years after the Dominion War. Both parents are widely regarded as heroes of the war, maybe if were lucky some of that family luck will rub of on us.”
Selcar took the PADD from Aklar and quickly scanned the woman’s personnel file while slowly nodding to himself. Her record was outstanding. “All right, Bashir it is.” Tapping his communicator Selcar replied, “Selcar to Bashir, report to my ready room.”
A second later the response came through in a small feminine voice, “Aye, Sir. I’m on my way.”
The two officer didn’t have long to wait, and a few short moments later a Bajoran woman of short height and sleight build stepped through the door; quickly she snapped to attention and stated in a firm voice that defied or small size, “Chief Bashir, reporting as ordered sir!”
Selcar’s eyebrows rose slightly as he stood up from his chair and stepped around the desk to stand before Bashir. “At ease Chief, I just have a few questions for you. I’ve been going over your record and I see that both of your parents served Starfleet in a medical profession, what led you to choose a career path in Engineering and Operations?”
“I spend a great deal of time growing up with my ‘Uncle’ Miles on Earth. He got me interested in the way things work and how to fix them when they don’t. I’ve always thought it somewhat similar to my parents’ professions in a way. My father studies how the body works, my mother on how the mind works, and I focus on how ships work, sir,” she replied. Her stance had eased slightly but only just.
Selcar nodded as he stared down at the PADD in his hand. “Very good Chief…now I also see here that you were enrolled at the Academy but left a year before graduation to enlist instead. Care to explain?”
Bashir paused slightly before answering and Selcar could tell that the young woman was growing uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her commanding officer. Finally she replied, “Starfleet needed personnel in Operations all over the fleet and with the war that need was growing every day. I felt that I could do more good by getting to work immediately rather then waiting another year.”
Selcar stared intently at the young woman for a moment trying to guage her sincerity in the response. She’s mostly telling the truth, he thought. Yet, there’s something else she’s not saying. Out loud he replied, “Well Chief, Academy or no you’re going to be an officer in any case. Effective immediately I’m granting you a commission and promoting you to Ensign and assigning you the command staff position of Chief of Operations.”
Bashir’s jaw went slack as though she had been hit with a phaser set to its lowest setting and Selcar’s face broke into a grin as he pointed at the new ensign and replied, “Ya know ensign, I had that exact same look on my face just a few weeks ago. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Get yourself into a uniform that properly denotes your new ranks and start to work. I want a power distribution and resource management report and schedule on my desk my 0800 tomorrow, understood?”
“Ah…Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”
“Very good ensign. Dismissed.”
With that Bashir snapped back to attention and turning on a heel headed out of the ready room still in shock and with a dumbstruck look upon her face.
Turning back to Aklar, Selcar smiled and spread his hands, “See we are making progress three command staff positions already filled.”
“Considering you and I were already here I don’t think we can count ourselves,” the engineer replied.
Selcar was about to offer his retort when a chime came over the intercom and interrupted him with the voice of one of the crewmen out on the bridge, “Commander, we have a transmission coming in for you from a Captain Dragov of the U.S.S. Victory…do you want me to patch into your office sir?”
“Yes crewman that’s fine.”
“A second later the computer screen behind Selcar’s desk lit up with the image of a large muscular human with a well trimmed black beard sitting in the captain’s chair on the spartan-esque bridge of a Defiant-class starship.
Smiling the Odyssey’s CO said, “Viktor, a pleasure as always. I heard you were nearby, I don’t suppose you have time to come aboard for a drink and some reminiscing?”
Dragov shook his head ruefully, “Sadly not Selcar, the Victory has been ordered to the Bajor Sector to spearhead the efforts against The True Way. We’ve only stopped in the Sol System to drop off your new Chief Science Officer. Speaking of which…are you sure this is a good idea old friend? The two of you didn’t exactly part on good terms and the headache of being a first time CO is bad enough with out dealing with…previous…entanglements.”
“She’s still upset I take it?” Selcar asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
“Upset?” Dragov asked laughing. “Last she mentioned it to me she asked if it would be treason to turn you over to the Tal Shiar. So yes…I’d say she’s still upset with you.”
Selcar winced. He had hoped that four years had dulled the sharp edges of his previous relationship and it seemed that perhaps that was not the case. “Well, I’m sure the two of us will come to an understanding. I need a grade-A crew and Zal is one of the best in the fleet,” he replied.
The Victory’s captain shook his head and chuckled. “Well let’s hope so…for your sake. She’s ready to come aboard whenever you’re ready for her,” he informed Selcar.
“Excellent, tell Chief Bortt to beam her directly to my ready room,” Selcar said doing his best to keep the concern out of his voice.
“Understood. Good luck Commander, oh…and Jolan Tru. Victory out.” With his final words the screen winked off.
Glancing up from his seat Aklar asked, “Anything I should know?”
Selcar dismissed the question with a quick hand motion and replied, “No, just some old issued that are in need of resolution. Nothing to worry about…although I had hoped to get our CMO on board before this…”
Selcar’s voice trailed off as a tall feminine figure began to materialize within the room. As the final shimmers of the transporter effect wore off they revealed a young woman with porcelin skin that was decorated with pale blue spots. Here eyes – dark as a Cerean sea – narrowed as the locked onto Selcar. She dropped the two sea bags she carried to the deck with a thud and brushed a strand of light blode hair out of the path of her dread gaze as she extended a finger in Selcar’s direction.
“You! Of all the immature, impetuous things to do with your first command – and I have no idea how you’ve manipulated your way into that – how dare you have me reassigned here after –“
“Lieutenant Marza Zal, I’d like you to meet the Odyssey’s chief engineer Lieutenant Varis Aklar,” Selcar said cutting off the science officer in hopes of deflecting the impending argument.
Zal blinked as she realized her and Selcar were not alone. Instantly her scowl was replaced by a small coy small that lit up the room as she turned slightly and extended her hand to Aklar saying, “How do you do Aklar? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um…yes…er…yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well lieutenant. Welcome aboard the Odyssey,” Aklar responded uncertainly.
“Yes, I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to be here but that wouldn’t be entirely true,” she replied as she turned back towards the Romulan.
Holding his hands up to ward off the trill from continuing her rant Selcar replied, “You’re the best there is Zal and I need the best. Plus, your skills will be far more needed here then on the Victory, Defiant-class vessels don’t have much in the way of scientific accoutrements whereas an Excalibur-class like the Odyssey has fourteen science labs of various sorts…and as Chief Science Officer you get your own lab-“
“My own lab?” Zal asked, cutting her new CO off.
Selcar smiled if there was one thing that Zal loved more than hating him it was science. “That’s right, and you can set it up however you like,” he answered.
The trill paused for a second as she thought the situation over before finally responding, “Fine. I’ll be your chief science officer, but at some point in the very near future you and I are going to sit down and resolve some things.”
Selcar nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, “Agreed. Such a conversation is long overdue. I’m glad to have you aboard Z. Now…Mr. Aklar, I need you down in engineering making sure all the final repairs and refits are getting finished, the sooner the better I might add. While I’m gone you have the bridge Zal.”
Both of the other officers looked at him quizzically but it was Zal who spoke what both were wondering, “You’re leaving?”
Selcar smiled, “Only for a few short hours…I have a shuttle to catch.” And with that he headed out the door and off to gather the rest of his crew, none of which even knew they were about to be his crew.
Fleet XO - RP Director - Former Fleet Admiral, Operations CO, JAG and Ambassador - Former Captain of the USS Artemis and of the flagship USS Horizon - Current Captain of the USS Millennium
"In this galaxy, there is a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. In all the universe, three million, million galaxies like this.
And in all of that... and perhaps more...
only one of each of us."
Dr Leonard H. McCoy
TOS Balance of Terror
"In this galaxy, there is a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. In all the universe, three million, million galaxies like this.
And in all of that... and perhaps more...
only one of each of us."
Dr Leonard H. McCoy
TOS Balance of Terror
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