Forgothrax
Not Going Gently
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Surprisingly enough, sticking people who belong to a "definitely not a military" organization with what is almost purely a military post is fatiguing.
To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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The vast majority of people who join Starfleet are not after glory in war. They join for many reasons, but battle is rarely one of them.
Nash laments that she will be remembered as a war admiral, when she would prefer to be remembered as a great EC Captain. (And she was - potentially superior to Kirk even!)
Nash laments that she will be remembered as a war admiral, when she would prefer to be remembered as a great EC Captain. (And she was - potentially superior to Kirk even!)
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Fearless Leader (that is to say, Oneiros) realized that he hadn't shuffled various senior officers in the Starfleet command structure as frequently as he should. Not surprising, given how many positions there are to track.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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Surprise plot twist: Nobody's been appointed to head up Personnel, and nobody has noticed until someone goes in and sees a empty office.
What you're missing is that these weren't Starfleet officers for the most part.
I think what happened is that Oneiros basically realized, "Holy crap, I left the Member Fleet commanders in place for way too long, that's crazy." But in-character, that wasn't under Starfleet control.
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Given all the confusion, I suspect any wayward Cardassian vessels will be bombarded with stray paperwork from Federation installations if they venture too close.
Jenny
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But Admiral Biophage is doing a great job! Why would you replace them?
(No, seriously, it's some Andorian named Zrai ch'Shennaryth).
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
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QM Fiat.
Night
Widow Null
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- Hoff
Didn't. Can't account for other services.
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To be fair, the Amarki and Apiata admirals aren't in our chain of command; the decision to pull them was probably made by their respective member world governments And the Apiata/Amarki fleets are fighting services, more so than Starfleet, so I'd be surprised if it was purely fatigue.
It may just be a case of a poorly timed decision on the part of naval services that weren't coordinating their personnel decisions?
Forgothrax
Not Going Gently
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I suspect that realistically the Amarki at least have every reason to rotate commanders. The GBZ is a way for them to gain martial glory after all, and there will be many claimants for the post. This may apply for the Apiata as well.
Where else are they going to find a place to prove their martial valour? I mean, it's not like Starfleet likes to grab a Riala or two for roaming trouble spots now is it ......
((Actually we do - and it is almost always the Riala itself, not it's siblings))
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In case we need to break out from borrowing Amarkian capitals, lets look at all the (non-Starfleet) member capitals for comparisons. Using To Boldly Go-Member and Affiliate Fleets for the stats.
Armkia Riala-A
C8 S5 H6 L9 P5 D6
Apiatia Queenship
C4 S3 H3 L8 P7 D7
(note, comes with 4 Stingers - C4 S2 H1 L4 P2 D4)
Caitian Fathership
C5 S6 H3 L7 P4 D5
(note, comes with 4 Swarmers - C3 S1 H1 L4 P2 D3)
Gaeni Tech-Explorer
C5 S8 H4 L8 P6 D5
Ex-Ked Paddah Egillah (Indoria, Tauni)
C5 S5 H5 L5 P5 D5
Orion Embpor Orbital Battleship
C8 S6 H6 L7 P6 D6
Rigellian Megatortise
C6 S4 H8 L9 P3 D3
After that we start getting into really new members, it might be a bit early to go asking them for Capital ships ..
Anyway
Riala-A is fairly obviously a combat monster here, the most often thing we tag member assistance for. If there aren't any available, the Orion Battleship is a good second choice.
If we need a Diplomatic boat to boost a Task Force, borrowing a Queenship would be an impressive boost - and it comes with it's own significant escort in case there is a fighting as well!
A Science focused Task Force would not say no to have a Tech-Explorer attached to it. A Fathership might be a better add-on if fighting it expected though, with the 4 Swarmers attending.
If defending a point in space, nothing on this list is as tough to kill as a Megatortoise - just don't expect it get there fast!
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That was partially the reason I loved the 'Battleship Refit' for it, they're the 'big stick' we call in when someone's being a dick.
Nervos Belli
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The Seyek Sunrise class battleships pack a hefty punch as well. Plus there's always an extra four Excelsior-A's we could borrow.
I think you're underselling the the Orion Capital. It can do a little bit of everything, if not as well as the more specialized Riala-A (combat), Queenship (diplomacy), or Tech-Explorer (science).
We borrowed the Orion Capital for it's combination of Diplomacy and Combat during the Empress crisis for example.
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Chaos Blade
Procrastinating Writer
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True, but I just assumed it was a bureaucratic snafu, those are known to happen more oft than not
Beneath Missing Skies - II
AKuz
Been Better
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- A Rising Tide of Horrors
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USS Courageous, Personal Log, Lieutenant Commander Helena L'Amour, CMO
Excalibur.
A mystery from the last generation. Our adrift ghost-ship had been lost placing probes in the Byssan gulf near the Romulan border nearly thirty years ago. Her loss had been a blow to the Starfleet of the time and had long remained on the minds of those given to conspiracy theorizing and speculation.
What had happened to her and her crew? How did she arrive at this far off place? And where had she been in the long years of her occlusion? Such questions consumed the thoughts of Courageous' entire crew and, most of all I think, Captain Ka'Athnon herself.
It was the work of not even an hour to bring our lost sister under tow. Our tactical officer and chief engineer steadied her tumble into the void with a few gentle tugs of our tractor beam, themselves taking care not to damage her further. While Ka'Athnon was reputed to be bold, even, some have whispered, reckless at times in her pursuit of the queer and unknown; she was not totally without sense. On her orders, we first attempted a data dump of Excalibur's logs into the quarantined and airgapped computers of one of Courageous's white hulled shuttles. The logs revealed little, data corruption being severe, possibly due to Exacalibur's comm system having been badly damaged.
The Captain was not deterred though. We would investigate in person, armed with antiquated access codes, personal equipment undreamed of a generation ago, and a greater knowledge of the secrets - or so I once thought - of the universe than those Excalibur's crew had possessed.
Captain Ka'Athnon, of course, led our team. While nothing known to organic sentience could have held her back from pursuing this mystery, in all practicality she had command level access codes that would grant her greater access to Excalibur's logs and computers than anyone else from amongst the crew.
I will never forget, cannot forget, no matter how much I try, the dark and oppressive corridors of that haunted derelict. We transported aboard her bridge and were instantly plunged into a stygian darkness when the crackling blue of our transporter field faded.
There were eleven of us on that away team. The Captain, of course, myself in my position as her Chief Medical officer along with two of my subordinates, an Engineering Lieutenant named Linnnaiss and two of his technicians, and a stout trio from the security department under their head; Commander Valentine.
We spread out across the tarry blackness of that bridge with only the crisscrossing beams of our torches providing any light in that damnable place. There was little to discover on the bridge when we first arrived. Our lights revealed stations that were as pristine as if Excalibur had been placed lovingly into storage rather than left to drift unattended across the decades. A brief search revealed that this command deck had been locked down, with manual and computerised seals put into place. The Captain wondered aloud if this measure had been to keep something out - or to keep something in.
Interrogation of the command consoles using the engineer's man-portable power generators revealed that the main data backups were cut off from the bridge. In fact, they reported shortly, the entire ship's systems had been severed from the bridge! The only other information that Excalibur bridge consoles revealed to us was that she had been en route to the Romulan outpost at Beta Sevulai when she lost power.
It became clear that in order to access any useful logs from this ship we would need access the main databanks directly. I made my case for a direct site to site transport, as I was becoming rapidly unnerved by the ship's interior. That primordial lizard-brained part of me that warns of dangers unseen by mere senses was becoming convinced that Excalibur was no longer a starship but a tomb, and that we should not disturb her rest.
The Captain had a different opinion: she ordered that we travel deck to deck to reach the databanks; curious, as she was, to see more of this life-forsaken tomb-ship. My sense of dread was also overridden by my Captain. Her boundless enthusiasm for our endeavour and optimism that Excalibur's crew could merely be around the next corner had taken hold in our small group and I dismissed my worries as childish phantasms - I was a Starfleet officer after all! Investigation of the unknown is our mission.
I chided myself for my primitive fears as I floated over the newly cut holes in the turbolift doors and followed one of the security men down the ladder of that shaft.
That enthusiasm began to waver as we proceeded through the ship, the engineers at times cutting through hatches, and we were exposed to many curious sights.
We still had not yet seen any trace of Excalibur's crew, but evidence of their passing was everywhere.
Large sections of the ship were normal except for the oppressive darkness, as pristine as the Bridge had been.
But other sections had evidence of violent struggle. We had to bypass a section of crew quarters that were slagged to a degree that I had only ever seen when Courageous herself had surfed the shockwave of the Licori Nova at Agamede.
Not one of us could determine a cause or reason for the slagged and sagging deck; our leader suggested that it would be mystery for a repair crew to solve. She cheerily suggested that the mystery was a way to let the yard crews participate in our voyage of discovery.
As we closed on the computer core we discovered that the entirety of deck twelve was covered on the scoring from a running phaser battle that Commander Valentine deduced was between dozens of individuals.
The less said about the deck below the better.
The infinite shadows of the decks took on increasingly malicious aspects as it became clear to me that whatever the event that had left Excalibur missing and adrift in these unfamiliar stars was, it was clearly an act of deliberate malevolence.
To my surprise, Ka'Athnon cheerily agreed with me. Her eagerness was clearly undamaged by the leaping and flickering shadows of these corridors bathed in obsidian stillness.
Our trek ended shortly thereafter, though it did not end at the computer core as we had intended, but instead at a science lab.
It was not our intention to stop at that damnable lab, but it became our destination when we noticed a humming light beginning to form around us.
Gentle and malevolent, the blue and unnaturally hazelike light emanated from inside the open doors of the number three lab and spilled out throughout deck fifteen. It flowed down the deck and towards our surprised, and foolishly relieved, eyes in an unending stream to pool around us.
"Some sort of Minovsky particle effect?" guessed the Captain, as she approached the lab, tricorder in her hand, leading her path like the prow of an ocean-going vessel, "Odd pattern. Leakage from a T'Vek-style containment cage?"
I followed the captain and the others after only a moment's hesitation, not wanting to be left alone, the light beckoning us forward.
And that's when I first laid eyes on "it". That hateful statue with its baleful and wicked eyes.
The statue was in the middle of the lab, contained within a forcefield that drew power from what Linnnaiss claimed was the remains of a shuttle warp reactor, the forcefield projected from a confused and razorwire-like labyrinth of silver and gold.
I tried to stay as far away from the small statue as I could. But I was drawn, as if against my will, to it's eyes. Not wanting to seem as frozen in terror as I truly was, I made a show of analysing the statue in an attempt to identify species depicted. Though there were none like it in my database, I suspected that this statue must depict an example of living being, the artistry was too precise, too lifelike, to be fictional or mythical.
I still do not know what caused the true horror to begin; for I had not run active scans, and neither had any of the others. Even the Captain was still limiting herself to speculation as to why one would need to build an electromagnetic and subspace field blocker around a statue.
More light began to flood the room. But no longer from the lattice surrounding the statue, but from the object itself.
It happened fast enough to process but far too quickly for any of us to react. An indescribable light possessing a quality that made me blind to its glow surrounded us, came from within us.
I still remember the intense pain of that moment before I vanished into myself.
Excalibur.
A mystery from the last generation. Our adrift ghost-ship had been lost placing probes in the Byssan gulf near the Romulan border nearly thirty years ago. Her loss had been a blow to the Starfleet of the time and had long remained on the minds of those given to conspiracy theorizing and speculation.
What had happened to her and her crew? How did she arrive at this far off place? And where had she been in the long years of her occlusion? Such questions consumed the thoughts of Courageous' entire crew and, most of all I think, Captain Ka'Athnon herself.
It was the work of not even an hour to bring our lost sister under tow. Our tactical officer and chief engineer steadied her tumble into the void with a few gentle tugs of our tractor beam, themselves taking care not to damage her further. While Ka'Athnon was reputed to be bold, even, some have whispered, reckless at times in her pursuit of the queer and unknown; she was not totally without sense. On her orders, we first attempted a data dump of Excalibur's logs into the quarantined and airgapped computers of one of Courageous's white hulled shuttles. The logs revealed little, data corruption being severe, possibly due to Exacalibur's comm system having been badly damaged.
The Captain was not deterred though. We would investigate in person, armed with antiquated access codes, personal equipment undreamed of a generation ago, and a greater knowledge of the secrets - or so I once thought - of the universe than those Excalibur's crew had possessed.
Captain Ka'Athnon, of course, led our team. While nothing known to organic sentience could have held her back from pursuing this mystery, in all practicality she had command level access codes that would grant her greater access to Excalibur's logs and computers than anyone else from amongst the crew.
I will never forget, cannot forget, no matter how much I try, the dark and oppressive corridors of that haunted derelict. We transported aboard her bridge and were instantly plunged into a stygian darkness when the crackling blue of our transporter field faded.
There were eleven of us on that away team. The Captain, of course, myself in my position as her Chief Medical officer along with two of my subordinates, an Engineering Lieutenant named Linnnaiss and two of his technicians, and a stout trio from the security department under their head; Commander Valentine.
We spread out across the tarry blackness of that bridge with only the crisscrossing beams of our torches providing any light in that damnable place. There was little to discover on the bridge when we first arrived. Our lights revealed stations that were as pristine as if Excalibur had been placed lovingly into storage rather than left to drift unattended across the decades. A brief search revealed that this command deck had been locked down, with manual and computerised seals put into place. The Captain wondered aloud if this measure had been to keep something out - or to keep something in.
Interrogation of the command consoles using the engineer's man-portable power generators revealed that the main data backups were cut off from the bridge. In fact, they reported shortly, the entire ship's systems had been severed from the bridge! The only other information that Excalibur bridge consoles revealed to us was that she had been en route to the Romulan outpost at Beta Sevulai when she lost power.
It became clear that in order to access any useful logs from this ship we would need access the main databanks directly. I made my case for a direct site to site transport, as I was becoming rapidly unnerved by the ship's interior. That primordial lizard-brained part of me that warns of dangers unseen by mere senses was becoming convinced that Excalibur was no longer a starship but a tomb, and that we should not disturb her rest.
The Captain had a different opinion: she ordered that we travel deck to deck to reach the databanks; curious, as she was, to see more of this life-forsaken tomb-ship. My sense of dread was also overridden by my Captain. Her boundless enthusiasm for our endeavour and optimism that Excalibur's crew could merely be around the next corner had taken hold in our small group and I dismissed my worries as childish phantasms - I was a Starfleet officer after all! Investigation of the unknown is our mission.
I chided myself for my primitive fears as I floated over the newly cut holes in the turbolift doors and followed one of the security men down the ladder of that shaft.
That enthusiasm began to waver as we proceeded through the ship, the engineers at times cutting through hatches, and we were exposed to many curious sights.
We still had not yet seen any trace of Excalibur's crew, but evidence of their passing was everywhere.
Large sections of the ship were normal except for the oppressive darkness, as pristine as the Bridge had been.
But other sections had evidence of violent struggle. We had to bypass a section of crew quarters that were slagged to a degree that I had only ever seen when Courageous herself had surfed the shockwave of the Licori Nova at Agamede.
Not one of us could determine a cause or reason for the slagged and sagging deck; our leader suggested that it would be mystery for a repair crew to solve. She cheerily suggested that the mystery was a way to let the yard crews participate in our voyage of discovery.
As we closed on the computer core we discovered that the entirety of deck twelve was covered on the scoring from a running phaser battle that Commander Valentine deduced was between dozens of individuals.
The less said about the deck below the better.
The infinite shadows of the decks took on increasingly malicious aspects as it became clear to me that whatever the event that had left Excalibur missing and adrift in these unfamiliar stars was, it was clearly an act of deliberate malevolence.
To my surprise, Ka'Athnon cheerily agreed with me. Her eagerness was clearly undamaged by the leaping and flickering shadows of these corridors bathed in obsidian stillness.
Our trek ended shortly thereafter, though it did not end at the computer core as we had intended, but instead at a science lab.
It was not our intention to stop at that damnable lab, but it became our destination when we noticed a humming light beginning to form around us.
Gentle and malevolent, the blue and unnaturally hazelike light emanated from inside the open doors of the number three lab and spilled out throughout deck fifteen. It flowed down the deck and towards our surprised, and foolishly relieved, eyes in an unending stream to pool around us.
"Some sort of Minovsky particle effect?" guessed the Captain, as she approached the lab, tricorder in her hand, leading her path like the prow of an ocean-going vessel, "Odd pattern. Leakage from a T'Vek-style containment cage?"
I followed the captain and the others after only a moment's hesitation, not wanting to be left alone, the light beckoning us forward.
And that's when I first laid eyes on "it". That hateful statue with its baleful and wicked eyes.
The statue was in the middle of the lab, contained within a forcefield that drew power from what Linnnaiss claimed was the remains of a shuttle warp reactor, the forcefield projected from a confused and razorwire-like labyrinth of silver and gold.
I tried to stay as far away from the small statue as I could. But I was drawn, as if against my will, to it's eyes. Not wanting to seem as frozen in terror as I truly was, I made a show of analysing the statue in an attempt to identify species depicted. Though there were none like it in my database, I suspected that this statue must depict an example of living being, the artistry was too precise, too lifelike, to be fictional or mythical.
I still do not know what caused the true horror to begin; for I had not run active scans, and neither had any of the others. Even the Captain was still limiting herself to speculation as to why one would need to build an electromagnetic and subspace field blocker around a statue.
More light began to flood the room. But no longer from the lattice surrounding the statue, but from the object itself.
It happened fast enough to process but far too quickly for any of us to react. An indescribable light possessing a quality that made me blind to its glow surrounded us, came from within us.
I still remember the intense pain of that moment before I vanished into myself.
AKuz
Been Better
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You haven't read Lovecraft have you?
> : P
I mean, literally some stories set up like this end with something that's essentially "And then I died"
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- Germany
Thrilling.
Lovecraftian in the sense that it doesn't sound remotly how a person in his/her last minutes before death or worse would write or speak to preserve the story, but I guess that's just genre-conventions.
Lovecraftian in the sense that it doesn't sound remotly how a person in his/her last minutes before death or worse would write or speak to preserve the story, but I guess that's just genre-conventions.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
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- USoA
Alas Doc you are on a Captain Frizzle excursion mixed with some star trek and horror shows.
Good news though your medical and not a red shirt and thus have an increased chance of survival! Make sure to stay close to the Captain and you should be fine! Unless they know to target the medic in which case prepare yourself.
Also bets on who gets dragged off into the darkness first the engineers or a red shirt?
Good news though your medical and not a red shirt and thus have an increased chance of survival! Make sure to stay close to the Captain and you should be fine! Unless they know to target the medic in which case prepare yourself.
Also bets on who gets dragged off into the darkness first the engineers or a red shirt?
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
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- USoA
And considering they have multiple scans of it there could be more!