STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

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SHIP & CREW ROSTER
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    • The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.

    NAME​
    		USS Voyager
    PROF.​
    		MULTIROLE
    CLASS​
    		Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
    CONST​
    		2371
    SHIELDS​
    13/13​
    RESISTANCE​
    6​
    SCALE​
    6​
    POWER ​
    13/13​
    CREW SUPPORT​
    6​
    SMALL CRAFT​
    5​
    COMMS​
    ENGINES​
    STRUCTURE​
    COMPUTERS​
    SENSORS​
    WEAPONS​
    BREACHES​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    ​
    ​
    9​
    11​
    10​
    11​
    9​
    10​
    COMMAND​
    3​
    12​
    14​
    13​
    14​
    12​
    13​
    CONNING​
    2​
    12​
    14​
    13​
    14​
    12​
    13​
    ENGINEERING​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    SECURITY​
    3​
    13​
    15​
    14​
    16​
    13​
    14​
    SCIENCE​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    MEDICINE​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    TALENTS​
    		Command Ship: Can give advantages using Command within range to Away Missions or to supporting ships.

    EMH: Has an EMH!

    Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1cd on an effect, regain the power point.

    Quantum Torpedoes: Can use Quantum Torpedoes! (60 total)

    Secondary Reactors: +5 to Power

    High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum to out of combat sensor checks.
    TRAITS​
    		Federation Starship – A highly sophisticated and advanced vessel, with holodecks, replicators, and similar comforts, primarily designed to handle multiple operations. Highly sensitive and requiring constant maintenance, the vehicle is less rugged than other interstellar craft

    Maquis Crew - a good chunk of the crew are former Maquis troublemakers. Expect discipline problems and unorthodox plans.
    WEAPONS​
    		Phaser Arrays
    Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 9cd [+1 per extra power spent]
    Can Use Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area: hit +1 ship per effect within close range.
    Versatile 2: Gain 2 bonus momentum with a successful hit

    Photon Torpedoes
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 6cd
    High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach

    Quantum Torpedoes
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 7cd (Vicious 1 - +1 damage on effects)
    High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
    Calibrations: Requires 1 minor action to calibrate

    Tractor Beam (Strength 5)
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Close | Damage: None
    Effect: If successfully established, enemies face a diff 5 check to escape.

    CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 9 | Base Skill: 2)
    CO: Captain Katheryn Janeway (Skilled: Command, Science | Weakness: Combat)
    SPECIAL ABILITY: "We Can Be Better" - if you succeed on any diplomatic check with Janeway, Get +1 momentum​
    XO: Commander D-91 (Skilled: Command | Weakness: Socialization)
    HELM: Lt. Tom Paris (Skilled: Conn | Weakness: Not Being A Fucking Up)
    TACTICAL: Ensign Harry Kimm (Skilled: Gunnery | Weakness: Harry Kim)
    SECURITY: Lt. JG Amy Strong (Skilled: Personal Combat | Weakness: Lying)
    MAQUIS HEADBREAKER: C'nola (Skilled: Combat, Sneaking and Scheming | Weakness: Emotional Wreck)​
    SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
    COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
    MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
    ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)

    SECONDARY CHARACTERS
    Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
    Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
    Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
    Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
    Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
    Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
    NAME​
    		MRSS Val Jean
    PROF.​
    		TACOPS
    CLASS​
    		Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
    CONST​
    		2370
    SHIELDS​
    12/12​
    RESISTANCE​
    5​
    SCALE​
    4​
    POWER ​
    7/7​
    CREW SUPPORT​
    4​
    SMALL CRAFT​
    3​
    COMMS​
    ENGINES​
    STRUCTURE​
    COMPUTERS​
    SENSORS​
    WEAPONS​
    BREACHES​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    ​
    ​
    9​
    9​
    9​
    8​
    7​
    10​
    COMMAND​
    3​
    12​
    12​
    12​
    11​
    10​
    13​
    CONNING​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    ENGINEERING​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    SECURITY​
    3​
    12​
    12​
    12​
    11​
    10​
    13​
    SCIENCE​
    1​
    10​
    10​
    10​
    9​
    8​
    11​
    MEDICINE​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    TALENTS​
    		Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)

    Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots

    Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance

    Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
    TRAITS​
    		Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.

    Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
    WEAPONS​
    		Phaser Arrays
    Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
    Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit

    Disruptor Banks
    Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)

    Tractor Beam (Strength 3)

    CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 8 | Base Skill: 1)
    CO: Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Independent)
    TACTICAL: Seska (Skilled: Being Seska | Weakness: Everything Else)
    CONN: R'lash skilled: Piloting | Weakness: Romulan Fuckup)
    ESPIONAGE: Kes (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Naive)

    Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
    R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
     
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    • Rivenscryr said:
    Mortality as a tool...

    I suppose Q was and is a student of Quinn, after all...
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    The Q play political games on geological timescales. They are a dozen levels of reality up - if far red is the level where they begin to notice things as not just background chaff, they are in ultraviolet. The smallpox analogy is apt, they could literally have engineered everything in TNG through Q to allow for the creation of Voyager, to allow for Voyager to do something during its trip which effects some race which is eventually going to evolve to a higher tophosophic level, and that race is to its benefit somehow.

    We are the piece of meat which was eaten by the guy who had food poisoning as a result and collapsed on a lever that started a rube Goldberg machine that eventually dropped an anvil on someone. We're that far removed from the actual goal of this that speculating is impossible.
     
    TIME AND AGAIN (1.0)
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    • Tom Paris sat at his console, his fingers drumming as he looked down at the color corrected haze of stars gently puttering past them. A few had a faint subspace mumbling that meant they had some kind of warp capable civilization, but were so far off course that he couldn't get any reads from them. A few were marked with the slowly expanding haze of radio traffic - but three of their radio hazes went for about ten years before puttering off with a sudden stop that meant some kind of major disaster. Take your pick: Nuclear war, climate change, natural disaster, runaway plague, religious upheaval, time loops caused by interpolated singularities, Apollo being a dick...

    Tom shook his head.

    This was getting morbid.

    But being stuck in the far end of the galaxy, with a quarter of your life being trapped in the same ship with the same seven hundred off people wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend his first or even second retirement. He was thinking he'd spent at least fifty years in the Kingdom, off the coast of New Ireland. Holographic spells, blunted lances, pretty ladies, courtly drama. It might have been fun. Then back into Starfleet of the Maquis or the merchant marine or whatever else took his fancy, then for his second retirement, he was going to just go to Risa and rack up a Federate energy debt big enough to flag the waste allocation sensors.

    "Ah well," he said, shaking his head, before a faint chirrup came from the console and he felt a prodding at his shoulder at the same time. He glanced over and saw the half-catian, C'nola, getting ready to poke him again.

    "Hey. Flyboy. Stop navel gazing. My chair. I want to fly the big chonky ship. The absolute unit. The huge fuckvessel. The-"

    "Yeah, I get it, you think my baby is fat," Tom said, then patted the console. "It's okay, honey, she doesn't mean it."

    He stood and C'nola took his seat. "Could be worse, yeah," she said, then smirked. "She could be a Galaxy class."

    "Tom, don't," Harry said from his console. "She's trying to get a rise out of you."

    Tom scowled at C'nola, then tugged his uniform flat again. "I will have you know," he said, his voice deep in dignity. "Galaxy class ships are very fine vehicles."

    "I mean, if you want a hotel in space...with a big shoot me sign taped to the back."

    "C'nola!" Harry exclaimed.

    "Ahem."

    All three looked over at Tuvok, who was sitting in the captain's chair for this duty shift. Harry's cheeks darkened. C'nola gave an insolent little grin and mocking salute, then started to trim the conn. Tom started for the exit, pausing by Harry's console. "C'mon, you're off shift now."

    "I'm just doing one last run on the sims," Harry said, quietly. "The port arrays have are still a bit wiggy after their repair - I want to make sure the Q-dot focal lenses are aligning properly so we can do fast tracking. Just in case we run into any more of those Kazon carriers. Or bigger carriers. Then, I think that the automation for torpedo tracking should be updated. If this is a fighter heavy region of space, people may have dedicated point defense guns and not-"

    "Harry," Tom said. "We're days out from anything and you're working your ass off like you're making a paycheck. You can come with me to the mess hall and replicate something delicious and bad for you, right?" He grinned.

    Harry considered.

    "Besides, you're stealing Amy's workload," Tom said, slapping his shoulder and dragging him out just as Amy arrived, a piece of toast between her teeth, her jacket half on and still being zipped up. She zipped, spat the toast into her hand, and began to babble.

    "Sorry, I was hit by a Change on the way, I...you know, I'm fine!"

    "Your condition is known and accounted for, Lt. Strong," Tuvok said, dryly. "You need not explain yourself."

    Harry and Tom started out of the bridge. Tom glanced back, then grinned: "You think we could ever get those two on a double date?"

    "Are you insane?" Harry asked, quietly. "I...I don't think they swing that way. Also, C'nola hates you. Also, also...you know..." He trailed off, blushing. "What if...you know...Amy..."

    "Becomes a snake while you're making out?" Tom asked. "Ah, but you forget the corollary. What if she becomes a nine foot tall amazon with muscles like..." He sketched a shape in the air. "You just gotta roll the quantum superposition dice, Harry!" He slapped Harry's back.

    Meanwhile, on the bridge, C'nola had her feet up. "Hey, Amy, do you think I could trick Tom into getting GRS if I offered to go out on a date with him?"

    Amy choked on her toast.

    ***
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    T'are whistled through the air, had a moment to think: Wow, I agreed to this. I could have been getting railed by the Gorn instead.

    Then her back smashed into the mat and the air exploded from her lungs. "Ow..." She wheezed, while Kes beamed brightly down at her.

    "See, what you did wrong there was you didn't keep your stance rooted," the Okampan girl said, panting softly, sweat dripping from her golden locks. She was dressed in a simple gi - replicated for her and T'are for their training. They were in a simple gymnasium formatted holodeck, alone save for the EMH, who looked quite irritated to be there at all. He sat on a chair, his arms crossed, one leg propped over his knee. "So, I could throw you."

    T'are nodded, then wheezed. "I think...something's broken."

    "No, nothing is broken, you just have had the wind knocked out of you," the EMH said, then shook his head. "Preposterous saying. It's really more of muscle spasm. The saying should be 'you've had a muscle spasm in the diaphram or similar area of the humanoid body.'" He sighed. "Less pithy, I suppose."

    T'are took Kes hand and let herself get tugged up. As she did so, Kes shivered and breathed in, her eyes growing hooded. "Oh...uh..." she said.

    "Sorry, sorry," T'are said, then laughed. "My fault for letting you get me on my back." She dialed her masker up a few notches.

    "...right!" Kes shook herself from her head to her toes. "Want to try again?"

    "Yeah..." T'are said. "I...I don't want to be so useless next time. According to the manual...practicing physical combat, even if it's not the type of fighting you actually use in, you know...battle..."

    "You'd be surprised," Kes said, grinning. "Neelix used to say: We can fold space, travel through time by sneezing wrong, and destroy continents by snapping our fingers - and you can still get killed by a sharp rock!" She stepped into a combat stance, taking the Talaxian style she had been taught - even if she lacked the claws that added the extra bite out of the motion. "Now...come at me again."

    "Right," T'are said, lifting her arms. She remembered how they'd drilled...snapped out her leg with a quick kick, which Kes blocked with her forearm, then tried to grab, but T'are jerked her leg down, caught onto Kes' shoulder, and shoved. The two tumbled, and ended up on with Kes on her back and T'are pinning her down, grinning with fierce triumph. "Hah! I did it!" She said, panting softly, leaning close down over Kes. Kes panted, laughing, her eyes half closed.

    "Masker," she said. "...masker!"

    "Right!" T'are flushed, then stood, her body buzzing. "Hah! I did it!"

    Kes grinned, then swept her leg out. T'are yelped, tried to keep herself rooted...forgot...and ended up flat on her back.

    She groaned. "Broken..."

    "Once again, no you have not." The EMH paused. "Though, you may have unexplored sadomasochistic tendencies, considering the uptick in pheremone production. Have you considered-"

    "Computer, pillow," T'are said. The holodeck shimmered as a pillow appeared next to her palm. She grabbed it and threw it directly into the EMH's face.

    After shooing him out and altering the gym to some shower stalls, T'are jerked the water to as cold as possible, shaking her head as she stood under the faucet. "Well, that was bracing," Kes said from the other side of the partition. "...so, um...are you and Neelix..." She paused.

    "What?" T'are asked, shivering as she slowly ticked the water heat up and up - feeling a lot more focused now.

    "...an item?" Kes sounded nervous.

    "No," T'are said, laughing. "We Orions don't...do that so quickly. Humans might fall in love the first time they have sex, but it takes us a bit more time."

    "Okay," Kes said, then laughed.

    T'are smiled. "You know he is a bit old for you."

    "I'm almost four!" Kes said. Then, a beat later. "Okay, I...I get now that that sounds-" She groaned, then. A clattering sound came from the next stall over and then a crash and a thump of a body against tile - even softened by safety systems, it sounded bad. T'are sprang out of her stall, sprinted around the corner, and knelt down next to the prone Kes, her eyes wide.

    "Kes!?" she asked, then knelt down, shouting. "Computer! Two to beam to sickbay!"

    She looked down at Kes, putting her fingers to her neck and standing at the same time - and then she was next to the sickbay bed, where Kes laid, dressed in a thin white gown. The computer had slapped on the underclothes of T'are's uniform during the transport - a completely unnecessarily prudist step, if T'are had any say in it. But at least she wasn't dripping.

    The EMH stepped over to Kes who groaned, softly, blood dripping from her nose. He held up his tricorder, frowning. "She's suffering from what appears to be an intense psionic shock..." He said, then cocked his head. "We're getting reports of Okampans across the Val Jean suffering similar results."

    They began to appear - twelve in total, all carried by fellow Okampans. As the doctor started to get to work, T'are grabbed the arm of an Okampan in science blue. "What's their aptitude?" she whispered to him.

    He blinked, then looked at his unconscious friends. Despite not being out, he seemed...woozy. All of the mobile Okampans did. "They're all clears, mostly."

    "Clears?" T'are asked.

    "Clairsentient," he said.

    ***
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    "...Tuvok, we got a big shockwave coming at us on tachyon sensors - it'll hit in a minuet," C'nola said, lifting her head and glancing back at Tuvok.

    Tuvok frowned. "Source?"

    "A local star system - they had no subspace traffic," C'nola said, her hands playing along the console.

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    CURRENT MOMENTUM: 0
    CURRENT TRUTHS: "Woozy Okampans" (Val Jean)
    What do you do?
    [ ] Drop out of warp and raise shields!
    [ ] Turn and try to outrun it
    [ ] Write In

    T'are V Kes...FIGHT: T'are gets 1s, Kes gets 1s! Being the attacker, T'are does it!
    Round Two: 1s and 1s again - but since Kes was attacking, she did it!
     
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    • Oh boy. Also, I love the idea of communication being a weapon. Reminds me of Blindsight.
    [X] Try to ride the shockwave
     
    [X] Drop out of warp and raise shields!

    Tuvok's done this before, he knows how to deal with giant shockwaves.
     
    Can we outrun it? Unless it's changing propagation speed then we should know that instantly...
     
    A problem here is that we might be about to outrun the shockwave, or do some cool science to ride it, but I think the Val Jean will have a harder time - they don't have our warp drive or our navigational deflector - and their crew will have suffered the pre-shockwave worse than ours.

    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.

    We haven't had some good treknobabble yet, and it's high time we fixed that!

    DragonCobolt said:
    Tom Paris sat at his console, his fingers drumming as he looked down at the color corrected haze of stars gently puttering past them. A few had a faint subspace mumbling that meant they had some kind of warp capable civilization, but were so far off course that he couldn't get any reads from them. A few were marked with the slowly expanding haze of radio traffic - but three of their radio hazes went for about ten years before puttering off with a sudden stop that meant some kind of major disaster. Take your pick: Nuclear war, climate change, natural disaster, runaway plague, religious upheaval, time loops caused by interpolated singularities, Apollo being a dick...

    Tom shook his head.

    This was getting morbid.
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    Honestly, it's neat how just in the last episode were were looking at how Q sees us as kind of interesting and potentially dangerous microbes, and now we get Tom, about to go on his break, casually watching the life and death of civilisations as if it is an everyday occurrence. (Which it is, for him.) Shows you the different levels of perspectives at play.
     
    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.

    I'm almost always down for this crazy maneuver.
     
    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.
     
    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.
     
    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.
     
    [X] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.
     
    [x] Try to shield the Val Jean and ourselves, projecting a shield bubble through the main deflector, reinforced by aligning our shield harmonics to resonant frequencies.
     
    DragonCobolt said:
    I FORGOT AGAIN
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    What did you forget?

    DragonCobolt said:
    Tom started for the exit, pausing by Harry's console. "C'mon, you're off shift now."

    "I'm just doing one last run on the sims," Harry said, quietly. "The port arrays have are still a bit wiggy after their repair - I want to make sure the Q-dot focal lenses are aligning properly so we can do fast tracking. Just in case we run into any more of those Kazon carriers. Or bigger carriers. Then, I think that the automation for torpedo tracking should be updated. If this is a fighter heavy region of space, people may have dedicated point defense guns and not-"

    "Harry," Tom said. "We're days out from anything and you're working your ass off like you're making a paycheck. You can come with me to the mess hall and replicate something delicious and bad for you, right?" He grinned.

    Harry considered.
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    Harry is the softest and bestest boy and I want to wrap him up in cotton wool
     
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