Captain's Log, USS Voshov, Stardate 26117.5
Ambassador Levar Cushing has joined us for a trip to Amarkia as part of discussions into the Amarkian colony situation. After picking him up at Alpha Centauri, we are moving through the Tellar Sector, and making good time.
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Captain's Log, USS Cheron, Stardate 26118.4
We are being scrambled by the Starbase at Vega. A sensor contact is coming in from the Sydraxians at high speed. As of yet we have no identification or intentions. It is not a large contact, too small for a Hasque. Possibly an Yrililan corsair. In any event, we want Starfleet to be the first people they meet when they reach Federation space.
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Captain's Log, USS Endurance, Stardate 26119.1
Following the spate of mutinies among cargo ships crews, we have been helping Starfleet Intelligence and the Caitian Frontier Police run an investigation into the cause, and we believe that we have finally tracked it down. Together with the USS Bull, we will be running an operation to flush out the suspected ring-leader.
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Captain's Log, USS Atuin, Stardate 26119.5
With the Hishmeri only a year or so away from this patch of space, we are mapping intensively, making sure we've scoped out the prospective dance floor. Unfortunately, we're picking up something with our long-range sensors that we really would prefer not to: radio waves.
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Captain's Log, USS Voshov, Stardate 26120.1
A powerful ion storm has broken out over this region of space. It has been a few years since the last significant outbreak, and we thought they had died down. Unfortunately, our stellar cartography department failed to see this one coming, and we're having to batten down the hatches.
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Captain's Log, USS Cheron, Stardate 26120.3
I must say, out of all the possible identities of our high-speed guests, refugees from the fall of another Sydraxian government was not high on the list. Members of the Greens faction are requesting sanctuary with the Federation. The Graduates have collapsed the Reds and the last of the old-guard of the Hierarchy have been removed. What happens from here, nobody knows.
[+10pp, political football encountered]
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Captain's Log, USS Bull, Stardate 26120.8
The mutineer-in-chief is suspected to be a former Syndicate member who escaped the fall of Celos somehow. She is believed to be hiding under an assumed name on the station orbiting Bradia. A notedly paranoid customer, we are going to pay the station a visit, while the Endurance stands by to track any ships or shuttles making an unplanned exit.
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Captain's Log, USS Voshov, Stardate 26121.4
One ion bolt nearly stripped our shields when we got too close, but we have come through the storm intact.
My aim for the rest of the trip is to leave the Ambassador to his preparations, and spend it with the Chief Science Officer looking to find out just how our Stellar Cartography department ended up being flummoxed by this ion storm!
[Gain +10pp for arriving intact]
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Captain's Log, USS Endurance, Stardate 25122.1
The plan has worked, and the former Syndicate agent has been captured in interstellar space, hopefully where she none of her associates will have a chance to see it. Bringing the Orion authorities into this investigation should allow us to roll up their operation swiftly.
[Gain +5pp, +25 relations with Orion]
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Captain's Log, USS Atuin, Stardate 25122.4
We have good news, and we have bad news.
The bad news is that there is no good news.
The radio waves belonged to a pre-warp civilisation, and the Hishmeri have already found them. This could get interesting.
[Lose -10pp]
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Bridge, USS Atuin, Stardate 25122.5
"Lieutenant, pass this back to Ferasa Task Force Command and EC Mission Control, would you?"
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Flag Bridge, USS Endurance, Stardate 25122.6
"Commodore, this just came in for you."
"Thank you, Yeoman. Oh, it's from Captain Chad on the Atui-oh dear, Yeoman, could you pass this up to Sector?"
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Mission Control, Starbase 7 (Ferasa Orbit), Stardate 25122.7
"Admiral, I have an urgent message from Commodore Rawlings."
"Best let me see it, then, Yeoman ... and never mind, straight through to the Vice Admiral at Theatre, Yeoman."
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Theatre Command, Starbase 5 (Amarkia), Stardate 25123.1
"Thank you for the tea, Yeoman. Send through the morning communiques to my computer. ... Yeoman, prepare a dispatch for Admiral Chen."
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Commander, Starfleet's Office, San Francisco, Stardate 25123.5
"Admiral, I just received word that there is a pre-warp civ-"
"Yes, I know, the Explorer Corps told me hours ago, but I've already got the powerbroker of the Hawks faction halfway between the transporter room and here, I have summons with the President and three separate Development dominated Council committees, and Linderley is telling me that on Dar Nakar the Reds are dying in the streets, the Greens have run for the hills, the Blues are holding together by the skin of their teeth and the Graduates and Vanguard are fighting for the future of the Hierarchy."
"I see. Sounds like quite the conundrum. Well, good luck, Admiral Sulu."
"And you, Admiral Chen."
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