On the positive side, I might actually catch up on my omake pile.
To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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On the positive side, I might actually catch up on my omake pile.
Thors_Alumni
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Enjoy your relaxation. And have fun while doing it.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Suffice to say that we all applaud the fruits of your labors thus far, welcome the rejuvenation of your capacities, and appreciate the time and effort you've put in to date.
Night
Widow Null
- Location
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Time to start omaking hard!
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- Mid-Atlantic
Hm. All I've got are Enterprise-themed ones...
Omake: Speed But Like A Star Trek Version
"Damn it captain, I can't give you anymore! The coils are fusing as it is!"
"Damn it Scotty, if the speed goes below Warp 10 the bomb goes off, and we've got a space........ freeway....... with a .....gap in it coming up and we have to, jump it!"
"Damn it captain, I can't give you anymore! The coils are fusing as it is!"
"Damn it Scotty, if the speed goes below Warp 10 the bomb goes off, and we've got a space........ freeway....... with a .....gap in it coming up and we have to, jump it!"
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Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
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Your being too generous. More like 20 updates a day.
More! More! More! We can never have enough Enterprise Omake's
I caught that reference. It was so fast that I almost didn't bridge the gap.
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Replace bomb with unstable element, freeway with subspace tunnel, and gap with black hole and you have yourself an episode.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
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With our luck someone will write either an Omake or a captains log about it.
I see people have done a good job erasing the existence of Enterprise from their memory. The two parter: Affliction and Divergence. The NX-01 is sabotaged so that the anti-mater injectors are locked open, causing the warp plasma pressure to rise. If the pressure gets too high the warp core will breach and the only way to keep it down is by constantly pushing the Enterprise faster and faster.
Sure it's not exactly Speed in Space, there is no freeway with a gap equvilant, but it's certainly close enough to deserve mentioning.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Leslie, with the deep feelings of years spent running shipyards:
"Oh my god, it's a fleet of construction contractors..."
"Oh my god, it's a fleet of construction contractors..."
Omake - Old Soul, New Daughter Ch 0 - Simon_Jester
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Main Engineering
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-B
Stardate Unknown
Robert Kenichi growled softly at his workstation, going over his next log entry. Trying to put it together properly. And failing. What was there to say? They were going to have to blow up the ship. No other way to batter the wormhole open. He'd tried. Stars above, but he'd tried. And they just... didn't have the power any other way.
"Commander Kenichi?" The accent, and the sheer diffidence of the voice were immediately recognizable, even in his distracted, unhappy state. He turned, and saw the slim grey form of an Indorian officer from Maintenance.
"Yes, Lieutenant Neroth? What is it?"
"A request to be exempted from my next shift for- personal reasons. There are cultural rituals associated with the loss of a ship among the Indorians. As the senior-ranking member of my species aboard, the duty falls to me. I have completed and logged this week's maintenance cycle report. Next week's report will never occur. I request permission to devote my shift to the rites."
Normally under these conditions, Kenichi would be running an all-hands operation by engineering to salvage as much valuable equipment from the Enterprise as possible before they tried the time jump. But there was little enough space aboard the Lion for the mass of people who would be boarding her, and no room to to bring aboard even the most valuable, low-mass equipment. For the first time he could remember, he had more people to do the work than work for people to do.
"Permission granted. Go ahead and say your prayers." Kenichi sighed, giving up on his log update. Maybe he could bring the Enterprise through safe if he adjusted the impedance of the flux capacitor... It probably wouldn't work, in his gut he knew it wouldn't work. But he had to try. One more run of simulations. Just one more.
Bridge Module, Deck Two
USS Enterprise
Abraham Acheson had said to his eldest many times "Son, you can learn a lot about a man by watching what he does when it doesn't matter what he does."
When it didn't matter what Arthur Acheson did, he stood watch.
They didn't have long. Soon the crew would start beaming aboard the Lion to escape through the time vortex. You could tell the Enterprise was a crack ship by how many of the crew stood to their duties as though nothing, nothing was wrong. They were doing the old girl proud, that much he knew.
But he hadn't served aboard her for nearly ten years without learning the patterns of who would do what, and when, and where. The knowledge that they'd have to sacrifice the great explorer, become refugees through time to have any hope of returning home, was weighing on them all.
So when Commander Acheson's ears heard a living undertone to the whirring of a bank of bridge module computers that shouldn't need tending, he knew instantly that one of the Enterprise's people had slipped out of pattern. He felt no suspicion, no concern- but vigilance was a thing bred in his bones, and as he stepped through the door he saw the slim form of Lieutenant Neroth, bent over a duotronic logic array with the tools of his trade and mumbling to himself. As the Indorian removed another of the clips holding the array in place, Acheson cleared his throat.
The junior officer fell silent and turned his head, then rose and saluted crisply. "Ah, hello sir. I didn't hear you come in."
"Don't worry about it, lieutenant. Now, what's this in aid of?"
"Well sir, we've transmitted all our diagnostics logs to the Lion, but standard procedure is to remove the backup flight recorders and take them with us. They're lighter than the main recorder, sir. I'm working on that. Starfleet deserves to... remember her as she should be remembered." There was a strange sheen to the Indorian's eyes.
Acheson's brow furrowed at the strange words, but it seemed to be in order. He should have known the Indorian was just doing his job. Now that he thought about it, there was a regulation along those lines, and he'd heard about it at the Academy. Though he could have sworn it had been amended back in '04. Eh, no matter.
"You left some of the clips on, lieutenant."
"Don't worry, I'll get the rest next, sir. They have to be taken off in a certain order."
"Got it. Carry on, lieutenant." Acheson nodded and turned sharply. The door slid shut behind him.
The Indorian picked up his soft, lyrical chant where he'd left off, dropping the thirteenth fastener clip into the pouch in his left hand, along with the eleventh, seventh, fifth, third, and second.
He unclipped the squeeze-bulb from his toolbelt, sprinkling the contents across the lip of the access port, careful to avoid anything that wasn't waterproof. Two grams of mineral salts in sixty milliliters of distilled water weren't the usual fluid of anointment for this ritual, granted. But it was what he could manage on an alien ship. And the holiness of physical things grew not by their nature, but by where people found and made it- that was, after all, the entire point of this ceremony.
Lieutenant Neroth began the next verse as he quickly removed the rest of the locking clips, placing them into a separate container with less careful, reverent motions, concentrating on the intonation of his voice and readying himself to touch the now-sacred flight recorder.
"Thy song kept with us, Guardian, safe and undying, to echo until the end of days. To touch the stars again, remembering as we remember, reborn as we rebuild, when next we gather under your wings to brave the night everlasting..."
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Captain's Log - 2318.Q2.M1
- Location
- Patriarchova
Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26690.3 - Captain Huth fop Makpol
I can't say it doesn't feel good to be captaining an explorer again, never mind an Explorer Corps ship. But having said that, the Opportunity's maiden voyage errs on the side of mundane. We've collected a team of Interstellar Commonwealth doctrine researchers, and are en route to deliver them to the summit at Sol. As a show of good faith, Starfleet Command has seen fit to let them observe the functioning of one of our explorers during the trip rather than having them take a ship of their own.
The Padani are quiet, cautious people. They ask questions, but otherwise aren't much for conversation. So far they seem to be happy with their accommodations, though my chief engineer tells me that their questions about our antimatter containment failsafes are beginning to wear on him.
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Captain's Log, USS Pathfinder, Stardate 26690.8
While on patrol near the Gaeni home cluster, we detected an anomaly on the surface a passing rogue planet; inexplicably blank sensor readings from a specific region. Upon entering orbit, we were able to isolate the cause of the sensor anomalies; deposits of energy-absorbing exotic matter residue in a half-buried impact crater. With some careful work using the ship's phasers and shuttlecraft, we were able to gather a generous supply of these rare materials.
[Gain +25 sr]
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Captain's Log, USS Rru'adorr, Stardate 26691 - Captain Olon
A distress call has brought us to a Licori orbital colony in the Beta Treset system, near the Arcadian Empire's coreward frontier. A disease outbreak has suddenly occurred, infecting over sixty percent of the colony's inhabitants within an hour of the initial reports through an unknown vector. While there have thankfully been no fatalities, the patients' condition is steadily deteriorating, and the Licori medical infrastructure is still in chaos due to the Arcadian Empire's postwar political restructuring.
Our sickbay is full, and several of our medical officers have beamed aboard the station to assist the local physicians.
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691
There's been a downright catastrophe. A United Earth frigate somehow managed to collide at high impulse with an interplanetary cargo hauler in the Alpha Centauri system, destroying both ships and sending a cloud of high-speed debris and a wave of ionizing radiation directly toward the inhabited Alpha Centauri Proxima II. The Earth government is in an uproar; if the commanding officers of either ship survived that collision, their heads are going to roll. Much more importantly, there are seven million humans whose planet is about to become much less homelike if we don't get there ahead of the leading edge. The new model hospital ship, USS Comfort, will be meeting us at Alpha Centauri.
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Personal Log, Captain Huth fop Makpol
I just had to complain about our boring first mission, didn't I?
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.3 - Captain Zesh sh'Rannax
We are en route to the Apiata mining colony of Zinezzat's Landing in response to a distress call. The colony has been stricken by a plague that's already left a hundred dead and shut down much of the mining colony's infrastructure. In preparation for our arrival, I've cleared the sickbay of all non-urgent operations and begun re-purposing our crew and cargo facilities to into extra hospital space.
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Captain's Log, USS Rru'adorr, Stardate 26691.4
An alarming development. The pathogen, now identified as a virus, bears the hallmarks of Licori genetic engineering. Specifically, our CMO has isolated several genetic markers unique to a specific rogue mentat whose laboratory was raided by a joint Yan-Ros/Honiani operations team during the war. While the mentat was successfully apprehended, several samples of his experimental bioweapons were noted to have been missing, and were never since accounted for. A communique has been dispatched to Okatha for any additional information they might have.
Fortunately, after studying the available data about this genetic engineer's other creations, the doctors were able to devise a partial treatment. This counter-virus will halt the progression of the disease, and hopefully buy its victims enough time for a proper cure. In the meantime, we have relayed the news to the Tartresis Emperor, and advised him to take all possible measures to find out who possesses the bioweapon and whether or not this outbreak was intentional on their part.
[Gain +5 rp, +5 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691.6
By redlining the engines for two straight days, we managed to get to Alpha Centauri just in time. The Comfort is in orbit, administering treatments for the radiation sickness and evacuating colonists from the areas most threatened. We've moved the Opportunity into the path of the debris cloud, and are loading every shuttle in the hangars with low yield photon torpedoes. The only way we can stop every one of these impacters is by spreading out and blasting them off-course. If even one of the bigger fragments gets through, there will be thousands dead no matter what Starfleet Medical does.
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.8
We're in geostationary orbit above the main colony site, and we've beamed the most urgent cases aboard. Their pathology is hideous. Skin covered in swollen blisters. The workers are hysterical and maddened; apparently, the infection causes a hormonal imbalance in apiata queens that sends all their workers into a psychedellic frenzy. That explains why everything shut down so quickly after the initial outbreak affected most of the queens. The culprit is a microscopic arachnid-like organism that doesn't seem particularly bothered by any of the usual antiparasitic drugs. I've sent a reconnaissance team to the surface - with heavily reinforced EV suits - to learn as much as they can abou...
...We've just heard from the recon team. They're under attack.
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.9
The colony is secured. The patients are all expected to make a complete recovery, now that we've derived a cure from the adult parasitoids' remains and no more eggs are being laid.
The apiata miners accidentally released these arachnid-like creatures from one of the planet's subterranean ecosystems. The larvae are what caused the plague. The adults...caused much bigger problems once the colony fell into chaos. Normally, protocol dictates that the captain remain aboardship during crisis events, but my security personnel said we needed every available combatant down on the surface, and I could not in good conscience let my experience with the Andorian Imperial Guard go to waste. No losses among the crew; injuries, but no losses. If we'd been any slower with the reinforcements, the Valiant would be down its best science personnel.
The colonists have filled our cargo bays with duranium ore as thanks, and the hundreds of organism remains should be of interest to Starfleet Medical. I'll just be happy if I never have to look at anything purple again.
[Gain +30 br, +15 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691.6
We've just spent the better part of a week chasing hull fragments and diffusing radiation hotspots. Things got better when the UESPA reinforcements showed up, but I don't think a shuttle pilot or torpedoman aboard the Opportunity has gotten a wink of sleep even since. If they have, a formal reprimand is in order, because I definitely haven't.
The good news? It all paid off. We had some close calls that reached the planet's gravity well, but every single last potential impacter was intercepted, and the colonists are starting to get back to business as usual. For what I'm guessing is the first time in their lives, the Padani don't seem to have anything to criticize. Its disconcerting, but I think we made a good impression. Time to finally drop them off on Earth for their summit now.
[Gain +15 pp, improved relations with Interstellar Commonwealth, prevent global extinction event. United Earth loses 1 Miranda-A.]
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Captain's Log, USS Spirit, Stardate 26691.8
The minor fiiral colony of Miirilin has called for assistance. An orbital sensor platform has detected an approaching crystalline object similar to the cosmozoan that destroyed several unarmed vessels in this sector several years ago. We will be joined there by a Seyek task force commanded by Marshall Sensrik, who took part in the hunt for the previous crystalline entity.
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Captain's Log, USS Courageous, Stardate 26692.1 - Captain Sabek
While the Courageous was underway core-tailward past Licori space, I received a communique from an old acquaintance. Gesser Klin, formerly warmaster of the Ixaria house fleet, is in a rapidly deteriorating medical condition, as are the rest of his family and many other passengers aboard the colony ship that had been bringing them to a supposed new life of peace on the Arcadian Empire's frontier. The colony ship's own distress call has apparently gone unanswered.
When I ordered the Dryad through the warring Ixaria and Ked-Paddah fleets, I expected Klin to open fire on the unannounced interloper. Logic and compassion stayed his hand on that day, and we were able to evacuate the civilians because of it. Consequently, I am still alive today to attempt another rescue. Perhaps a human or an andorian would see poetry in this turn of events.
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Captain's Log, USS Spirit, Stardate 26692.2
The sensor and mission logs from the previous incident have proven their value. We were able to predict the entity's approach vector, and intercept it despite its superior warp speed. A carefully timed graviton pulse disoriented the organism long enough for the seyek to euthanize it, with only minor shield damage being suffered in return.
Preliminary studies of the cosmozoan's remains are underway. Radiological weathering of the organism's core reveal it to be the same age as the much larger entity that the Seyek and Konen destroyed previously, but its outer branches are far younger, as if grown only within the past few years. It appears that this was a young entity that budded off of the larger adult shortly before its demise. The Seyek Space Service will be on the lookout for any other offspring the crystalline entity may have left in this sector.
[Gain +10 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Courageous, Stardate 26692.5
We have reached the stricken colony ship. During the time it took to reach it, the disease had spread throughout the entire crew and passenger population. Initial unfamiliarity with the disease was mitigated when we received news from the USS Rru'adorr about a disease with identical pathology elsewhere in this sector. We have since confirmed that this is another outbreak of the mentat bioweapon, and administered the new delaying agent while towing the vessel back home. Like many of the others, Klin remains in serious condition, but there will be no deaths as long as they remain hospitalized and the delaying agent is continually administered.
It is my hope that a cure will soon be forthcoming. In the meantime, the Arcadian Emperor has invited both myself and Captain Olon of the Rru'adorr to Morshadd to be honored for service to the Arcadian Empire.
[Gain +25 Relations with Licori]
I can't say it doesn't feel good to be captaining an explorer again, never mind an Explorer Corps ship. But having said that, the Opportunity's maiden voyage errs on the side of mundane. We've collected a team of Interstellar Commonwealth doctrine researchers, and are en route to deliver them to the summit at Sol. As a show of good faith, Starfleet Command has seen fit to let them observe the functioning of one of our explorers during the trip rather than having them take a ship of their own.
The Padani are quiet, cautious people. They ask questions, but otherwise aren't much for conversation. So far they seem to be happy with their accommodations, though my chief engineer tells me that their questions about our antimatter containment failsafes are beginning to wear on him.
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Captain's Log, USS Pathfinder, Stardate 26690.8
While on patrol near the Gaeni home cluster, we detected an anomaly on the surface a passing rogue planet; inexplicably blank sensor readings from a specific region. Upon entering orbit, we were able to isolate the cause of the sensor anomalies; deposits of energy-absorbing exotic matter residue in a half-buried impact crater. With some careful work using the ship's phasers and shuttlecraft, we were able to gather a generous supply of these rare materials.
[Gain +25 sr]
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Captain's Log, USS Rru'adorr, Stardate 26691 - Captain Olon
A distress call has brought us to a Licori orbital colony in the Beta Treset system, near the Arcadian Empire's coreward frontier. A disease outbreak has suddenly occurred, infecting over sixty percent of the colony's inhabitants within an hour of the initial reports through an unknown vector. While there have thankfully been no fatalities, the patients' condition is steadily deteriorating, and the Licori medical infrastructure is still in chaos due to the Arcadian Empire's postwar political restructuring.
Our sickbay is full, and several of our medical officers have beamed aboard the station to assist the local physicians.
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691
There's been a downright catastrophe. A United Earth frigate somehow managed to collide at high impulse with an interplanetary cargo hauler in the Alpha Centauri system, destroying both ships and sending a cloud of high-speed debris and a wave of ionizing radiation directly toward the inhabited Alpha Centauri Proxima II. The Earth government is in an uproar; if the commanding officers of either ship survived that collision, their heads are going to roll. Much more importantly, there are seven million humans whose planet is about to become much less homelike if we don't get there ahead of the leading edge. The new model hospital ship, USS Comfort, will be meeting us at Alpha Centauri.
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Personal Log, Captain Huth fop Makpol
I just had to complain about our boring first mission, didn't I?
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.3 - Captain Zesh sh'Rannax
We are en route to the Apiata mining colony of Zinezzat's Landing in response to a distress call. The colony has been stricken by a plague that's already left a hundred dead and shut down much of the mining colony's infrastructure. In preparation for our arrival, I've cleared the sickbay of all non-urgent operations and begun re-purposing our crew and cargo facilities to into extra hospital space.
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Captain's Log, USS Rru'adorr, Stardate 26691.4
An alarming development. The pathogen, now identified as a virus, bears the hallmarks of Licori genetic engineering. Specifically, our CMO has isolated several genetic markers unique to a specific rogue mentat whose laboratory was raided by a joint Yan-Ros/Honiani operations team during the war. While the mentat was successfully apprehended, several samples of his experimental bioweapons were noted to have been missing, and were never since accounted for. A communique has been dispatched to Okatha for any additional information they might have.
Fortunately, after studying the available data about this genetic engineer's other creations, the doctors were able to devise a partial treatment. This counter-virus will halt the progression of the disease, and hopefully buy its victims enough time for a proper cure. In the meantime, we have relayed the news to the Tartresis Emperor, and advised him to take all possible measures to find out who possesses the bioweapon and whether or not this outbreak was intentional on their part.
[Gain +5 rp, +5 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691.6
By redlining the engines for two straight days, we managed to get to Alpha Centauri just in time. The Comfort is in orbit, administering treatments for the radiation sickness and evacuating colonists from the areas most threatened. We've moved the Opportunity into the path of the debris cloud, and are loading every shuttle in the hangars with low yield photon torpedoes. The only way we can stop every one of these impacters is by spreading out and blasting them off-course. If even one of the bigger fragments gets through, there will be thousands dead no matter what Starfleet Medical does.
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.8
We're in geostationary orbit above the main colony site, and we've beamed the most urgent cases aboard. Their pathology is hideous. Skin covered in swollen blisters. The workers are hysterical and maddened; apparently, the infection causes a hormonal imbalance in apiata queens that sends all their workers into a psychedellic frenzy. That explains why everything shut down so quickly after the initial outbreak affected most of the queens. The culprit is a microscopic arachnid-like organism that doesn't seem particularly bothered by any of the usual antiparasitic drugs. I've sent a reconnaissance team to the surface - with heavily reinforced EV suits - to learn as much as they can abou...
...We've just heard from the recon team. They're under attack.
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Captain's Log, USS Valiant, Stardate 26691.9
The colony is secured. The patients are all expected to make a complete recovery, now that we've derived a cure from the adult parasitoids' remains and no more eggs are being laid.
The apiata miners accidentally released these arachnid-like creatures from one of the planet's subterranean ecosystems. The larvae are what caused the plague. The adults...caused much bigger problems once the colony fell into chaos. Normally, protocol dictates that the captain remain aboardship during crisis events, but my security personnel said we needed every available combatant down on the surface, and I could not in good conscience let my experience with the Andorian Imperial Guard go to waste. No losses among the crew; injuries, but no losses. If we'd been any slower with the reinforcements, the Valiant would be down its best science personnel.
The colonists have filled our cargo bays with duranium ore as thanks, and the hundreds of organism remains should be of interest to Starfleet Medical. I'll just be happy if I never have to look at anything purple again.
[Gain +30 br, +15 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Opportunity, Stardate 26691.6
We've just spent the better part of a week chasing hull fragments and diffusing radiation hotspots. Things got better when the UESPA reinforcements showed up, but I don't think a shuttle pilot or torpedoman aboard the Opportunity has gotten a wink of sleep even since. If they have, a formal reprimand is in order, because I definitely haven't.
The good news? It all paid off. We had some close calls that reached the planet's gravity well, but every single last potential impacter was intercepted, and the colonists are starting to get back to business as usual. For what I'm guessing is the first time in their lives, the Padani don't seem to have anything to criticize. Its disconcerting, but I think we made a good impression. Time to finally drop them off on Earth for their summit now.
[Gain +15 pp, improved relations with Interstellar Commonwealth, prevent global extinction event. United Earth loses 1 Miranda-A.]
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Captain's Log, USS Spirit, Stardate 26691.8
The minor fiiral colony of Miirilin has called for assistance. An orbital sensor platform has detected an approaching crystalline object similar to the cosmozoan that destroyed several unarmed vessels in this sector several years ago. We will be joined there by a Seyek task force commanded by Marshall Sensrik, who took part in the hunt for the previous crystalline entity.
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Captain's Log, USS Courageous, Stardate 26692.1 - Captain Sabek
While the Courageous was underway core-tailward past Licori space, I received a communique from an old acquaintance. Gesser Klin, formerly warmaster of the Ixaria house fleet, is in a rapidly deteriorating medical condition, as are the rest of his family and many other passengers aboard the colony ship that had been bringing them to a supposed new life of peace on the Arcadian Empire's frontier. The colony ship's own distress call has apparently gone unanswered.
When I ordered the Dryad through the warring Ixaria and Ked-Paddah fleets, I expected Klin to open fire on the unannounced interloper. Logic and compassion stayed his hand on that day, and we were able to evacuate the civilians because of it. Consequently, I am still alive today to attempt another rescue. Perhaps a human or an andorian would see poetry in this turn of events.
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Captain's Log, USS Spirit, Stardate 26692.2
The sensor and mission logs from the previous incident have proven their value. We were able to predict the entity's approach vector, and intercept it despite its superior warp speed. A carefully timed graviton pulse disoriented the organism long enough for the seyek to euthanize it, with only minor shield damage being suffered in return.
Preliminary studies of the cosmozoan's remains are underway. Radiological weathering of the organism's core reveal it to be the same age as the much larger entity that the Seyek and Konen destroyed previously, but its outer branches are far younger, as if grown only within the past few years. It appears that this was a young entity that budded off of the larger adult shortly before its demise. The Seyek Space Service will be on the lookout for any other offspring the crystalline entity may have left in this sector.
[Gain +10 pp]
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Captain's Log, USS Courageous, Stardate 26692.5
We have reached the stricken colony ship. During the time it took to reach it, the disease had spread throughout the entire crew and passenger population. Initial unfamiliarity with the disease was mitigated when we received news from the USS Rru'adorr about a disease with identical pathology elsewhere in this sector. We have since confirmed that this is another outbreak of the mentat bioweapon, and administered the new delaying agent while towing the vessel back home. Like many of the others, Klin remains in serious condition, but there will be no deaths as long as they remain hospitalized and the delaying agent is continually administered.
It is my hope that a cure will soon be forthcoming. In the meantime, the Arcadian Emperor has invited both myself and Captain Olon of the Rru'adorr to Morshadd to be honored for service to the Arcadian Empire.
[Gain +25 Relations with Licori]
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- Location
- Germany
That's not a shark...
- Location
- Patriarchova
Shark is taking a week off. Samus will be helping shark for the foreseeable future.
The UES Ron McBlaine.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Holy shit, 4 separate medical emergencies in one quarter.
I think we need more Comforts.
I think we need more Comforts.
Jenny
anonymous user
- Location
- maryland
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Zesh here sounds like EC material.
Image - Zesh's Stand - Leila Hann
- Location
- Patriarchova
Omake - Dreams, Ch 9 - Simon_Jester
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Bridge, USS Lion
Stardate Incalculable
Stardate Incalculable
"Commodore on the bridge!" The computer made the announcement quietly- some protocol that must have been put in after she left the Lion.The bridge crew stayed at their stations as was proper. If the ride was smooth, Science and the helm still kept up their constant care. The slender Amarki monitoring the ship's shield geometry from the console at her left hand watched his display as though they were an instant from death. They were still hurtling through the impossible chaos of the time vortex. Propelled by- her mind stopped, screeched, screamed, as the infinite weight crushed her spirit again.
Captain Maria Volkov rose from the familiar seat in the heart of that familiar bridge, and spoke. "Hello, ma'am."
Nash knew that chair. She'd done fine things from that chair, and she was proud of them. But it had never sung to her. And it never would. It had once been hers, but it was not hers. No, that one she'd left to die with her love, ten thousand millenia ago. She'd already lost it, passed it on to Sam, but now it wasn't merely lost, it was gone.
Gone.
And this chair that had been hers, in an infinitely lesser sense? It belonged to Maria. Maria. She remembered the Earthling as an eager young ensign, reporting aboard back in '96 as though Starfleet hadn't been falling apart around their ears. Maria had left the Lion in '99 for a stint aboard the Polaris, she knew that. But it was one more stroke hewing the pillars of Nash's identity out from under her.
Had she ever commanded the Enterprise? Maybe it had all been a fantasy. Maybe her wonderful flagship had really gone to some other deserving Starfleet officer. Maybe Demora, from the class after hers? That must be it. The ship had stayed John's, then passed to Demora. She had never been captain of her shining Enterprise. Had never befriended and made common cause with the Romulans. Hadn't met seven new species. Hadn't fenced with the Cardassian Union's finest, driving them back all those light-years. No, all that had been someone else. The battles, the discoveries, the beauties and glories of those ten incredible years had all been her perfect, wonderful dream.
And now she was waking up, with Sam and Maria, aboard the Lion. It had been too good to be true.
Too damn good to be true.
Nash ka'Sharren wore the mask of command as gracefully as her own skin. But this cut through the masks, through the skin, through the heart. She couldn't stop the wetness in her eyes. It took every last drop of her reserves to force the words out calmly through her screaming, bereaved soul.
"Thank you, Captain Volkov. Well, seems like your people have this under control, and I'll stay out from underfoot." For the first time in twenty years, she couldn't force a smile at a little joke like that. "Good piloting, Mr-" professional reflex, somehow, impossibly, brought the name to her. "Talok."
That was it. She was done. It was over. Her Enterprise was dead and gone. She couldn't be the captain, or the commodore, or whatever they thought she was now. It was all a lie, a figment, a sick cosmic joke. On autopilot she turned, blinking hard and headed for the turbolift. On autopilot she headed for the galley.
Galley
USS Lion
Befitting a ship that had been no spring snowhopper even before she was caught in a time warp, Lion still had the old pattern mess hall furniture. And the rattle of the furniture was louder than Nash remembered. The mess hall was crowded. They'd shut down the Enterprise's galley early, and a lot of her crew had come aboard hungry-
No, wait, she was imagining all that. It had never happened. She'd lost her dream, it had never happened. No one could deserve to have been that happy for that long.
Someone was whistling.
Nash almost jumped out of her skin. That song. Who- how-
Someone close behind her pressed a small square of something into her hand, and spoke in the soft tones of awe.
"Message for you, ma'am. She said she couldn't come in person, but that it was important."
Nash barely had time to blink the tears from her eyes and turn around, catching a glimpse of Indorian bone structure and a lieutenant's insignia. But the little gray man almost fled before her watery eyes could focus. He faded into the crowded mess hall.
Even in a world of PADDs and networked computer ecosystems, sometimes there was something to be said for that good old Andorian invention, the sticky note. And in the chaos of the evacuation, that must have been what the lieutenant had handy. Though the message was in Federation-standard English, she recognized the blocky script as typical for a hand accustomed to Indorian logograms. But that was all the matter of a moment, before she fully registered the content of that note.
"I will come back, come back again, as long as the blue worlds roll."
Yours, Truly,
Blue Eyes.
Nash closed her eyes for a long moment, clutching the note. The paper crinkled in her grip, and that watery feel in her eyes came stronger now. As she'd done more than a few times in the past fourteen years, she prayed to any gods that would listen that this wasn't a hallucination.
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Was the Spirit available for a response this quarter? I thought it was one of the ships we send to the Gabriel Border Zone as reinforcements.