"Alright team, I'm ready, and you're ready," Team Captain and also Ship Captain Samyr Kanil called out, "I've pushed you hard this last week, but here's where it pays off. We're not going to be beat by a team that was conquered by a Horizonite with twenty extra pounds weighing him down, are we?"
"No ma'am!" Her team called back. Her Indorian Chief of Security, Lieutenant Commander Egiram, spun a beya-marker with cocky assurance. Doctor Ginzan, who'd turned out to have terrific Beya-War instincts, hefted her long-range charger with a smile.
The only one who seemed uncertain was her XO. "I'm not sure, ma'am." Commander Khiwuolo said, I was checking out the other team training and they look
really good."
"I'm sure we'll--"
"Ma'am! Ma'am! Wait!" Solla Payat burst into the room, panting, holding a PADD. "Ma'am, it's a trap! A ruse, ma'am! I went back through all their social media -- Phantomoons has never played Colom, that was
Instamoon, a much worse team. Phantomoons is one of the
top five teams in OSA space." She let out a breath. "You could back out now--"
Samyr Kanil gave her subordinate a cocky grin. "No," she said, "Colom thinks he's outplayed me, but trust me, I snuck by Starfleet in an
Oberth. I think I can handle this."
Captain's Log, Stardate 27591, USS Atuin - Captain Hassan Aharani
We are responding to a somewhat surprising distress call - one from an Ashidi expedition, requesting medical help. The Ashidi were following up on
Voshov's survey of NME-918 when half the team started to come down with Contagious Horn Rot. Normally, they'd've simply awaited an Ashidi hospital ship, rather than allowing us to help, but apparently the Ashidi medical service is busy dealing with an outbreak of Sondalian Bird Flu.
Officially, they haven't made the request. Officially, we're simply following up on the survey ourselves. The Ashidi government wouldn't want to admit that they weren't able to respond themselves, so this is all being done under the table.
I understand
why they're doing it this way, but it still feels weird.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27594, USS Spirit - Captain Glori Khaggers
We're in orbit above Morshadd, here for a diplomatic summit. The Arcadian Empire, as part of recent reforms, is launching a new disaster relief initiative, and they've requested input from Starfleet.
I will be beaming down to the Elad Tartresis Gathering Hall, named after one of the ancestors of the current emperor, first thing tomorrow morning. It's only one of about a thousand buildings named after Tartresis relatives in the Imperial capital.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27595, USS Sarek - Captain Samyr Kanil
We are over Ikegenoi today. Officially, I'm here to allow Dr. Ginzan to participate in a medical conference. Unofficially, Task Force Beyond has enlisted my magic touch while I'm in the area. The fact I made first contact with the OSA gives me some level of 'star power' here, which I am more than happy to put to good use.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27596, USS Spirit
Well, something of a teensy little problem has developed: the Gathering Hall is on fire. As is a fifth of the capital city. Nothing like centuries of feudal Houses taking liberties with fire codes to make life interesting.
In fairness, it's not entirely clear what caused this firestorm. There was a wildfire burning out on the fringes of the capital, a fuel leak from an accident at a nearby shipyard seems to have condensed into flammable rain, and local geography favors fires - the capital is in a hot, dry region, with winds funneling through the picturesque canyon networks on the outskirts only helping to fan the flames.
And it really doesn't matter what
caused it, so long as we can end it.
Personal Log, Stardate 27597, Commander Valon - USS Atuin
Hypothesis: The Ashidi were testing our ability and willingness to respond to emergencies. Supporting evidence: Lieutenant Commander Boh told me he had a very easy time treating the sick Ashidi; NME-918 is fairly close to claimed Imelak space; NME-918 reportedly had no resources to exploit, according to
Voshov's survey; Contagious Horn Rot is apparently a slow-acting disease, cosmetically scary but rarely
actually fatal.
Hypothesis: We passed with flying colors.
[Gain 10 points on Too Good To Be True, now 50/500]
Science Officer's Log, Stardate 27598, USS Spirit - Lieutenant Commander Erin Rosenthal
I can't believe I'm going to go through with this.
I
really can't believe I'm going to go through with this.
But we're running out of options. We've done our best to evacuate the city, but there's still thousands of people trapped here. Our attempt to modify the phasers to generate a sumayon particle beam failed, the firestorm is easily leaping firebreaks, winds are picking up in intensity.
And so we're going with the Mentat Ozani's plan. A firestorm is, in essence, its own weather system, and weather systems can be manipulated. So Ozani argues that we can accelerate the creation of pyrocumulonimbus clouds, and moreover, seed them to
rain. Torrents of ordinary rain this time, not the flammable variety.
To do this, though, he wants us to feed the fire.
Captain's VLog, Stardate 27599, USS Hood - Captain Xuggaed
Sup, it's ya girl Xug Xug, coming live from lovely GH-99. That was a lie, it's not lovely at all. But curiosity will never let me go, and I'm following up on old reports there might be an old -- and I mean last active sixty years ago -- Syndicate base here. We're here with Dryad to assist with defusal and possible recovery of special resources..
Captain's Log, 27599.5 USS Sarek - Captain Samyr Kanil
So, I've made an interesting challenge for myself! Scholar Ihra Colom of Horizon -- a Tauni, which made me glad I had the forethought not to bring any of them in my crew along -- was telling me about how he had played a team called Phantomoons, and managed to eke out a close victory.
With a Muuyo-Fest on the issue of Poppin' Bottles versus A Quiet Evening In for the OSA New Years, taking on Phantomoons could drum up major support for the side we pick. Even though I'll need to spend the next week training intensely with a hand-picked team from my crew, I'm fairly confident I can come out on top of Phantomoons if Colom can -- he knocked over an entire tray of sparkling wine literally seconds after he stopped talking to me.
Personal Log, Stardate 27601, Commander Tigre Zal - USS Selaya
Today, I took (temporary) command of the starship USS
Selaya. The crew seems nervous. Honestly, I can't blame them. The last several months must have been something of an emotional roller coaster - nearly losing a number of crew to parasites, losing the XO, finding out the XO had been replaced by an infiltrator, losing the captain, finding out the captain faked her death... and now I'm here. An outsider.
It's not that I'm new to starships. But I am relatively new to operating a
Starfleet ship. My training was at Radlawxa, not San Francisco; my first assignment was a BDF Patrol Cruiser, not a
Constellation. A portion of the crew have been on this ship longer than I've been in Starfleet.
Well, they'll have to get used to me, one way or another.
So will T'Arvit. Or, rather, I suppose I'll have to get used to her when she returns in a few months. I don't know what to make of her. Oh, she's had a solid career, sure. But faking her death? Going rogue? Confusing. Vulcans, in my (limited) experience, have been fairly predictable. I like it that way. But this one, not so much.
In any case, we have our orders, and are traveling to Tigrata for a conference on improving security measures in the Sarqel Treaty Organization.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27601.9, USS Hood - Captain Xuggaed
That… could have gone better. Based on some post-mission analysis, we believe the fault lies not in our stars, but Hood's bones. She was one of the vessels to receive parts from some of the mothballed Constitutions. Apparently, the sensors on the base were specifically tuned to pick up Constitutions, who did a lot of policing work back in the day. But not Dryad, because Mirandas, hadn't been invented yet.
Honestly, I'm dissapointed but not too torn up about it. That SR was stolen from
someone… I wasn't totally comfortable with taking it, even if it was for a good cause.
Also it is super messed up how it was rigged to blow immediately on detection of a
Constitution. Concern for lives, much? Wait, this is the Syndicate we're talking.
[Event failed]
Captain's Log, 27604.5 USS Sarek - Captain Samyr Kanil
[This entry appears to contain 4 hours of energetic music, with Captain Kanil shouting instructions to others. In the background sounds of running, practice shots with beya-war weapons, and climbing can be heard.]
[CoS Note: I'm not sure if she recorded this by accident, or to document how hardcore she was about the training.]
Captain's Log, Stardate 27605, USS Spirit
Well,
only a third of the Empire's capital city is burnt out, now, instead of the whole city. And hey, the Licori are going to get some interesting practice with disaster relief right now. It's only at the cost of, what, a few hundred dead and a few hundred thousand homeless?
[Gain 10 pp]
Acting Captain's Log, Stardate 27606.1, USS Selaya - Commander Tigre Zal
There's nothing like an early crisis to start the day off.
Nothing like it at all.
I'm awakened three hours after turning in for the night with news that there's been a mass terrorist incident. A group calling themselves the Tigrata Liberation Front stormed Vulpetomium Plaza, the central government office building on Tigrata, taking the attendees of the STO security conference hostage. Among the hostages is my Chief of Security and Acting First Officer, Lt. Commander Lei Viza.
The TLF claims to have planted bombs throughout ten major government buildings, including the Central Bank, the Spaceport, the Senatorial Forum, and the Hall of Justice. The bombs are reportedly linked; any interference with one will set off all ten. We have 25 hours for the current government of Tigrata to step down, accepting its replacement by the Tigrata Revolutionary Committee - an obscure and previously quiescent group - and for all Federation and STO personnel to leave Tigrata's space.
I have no intention of following through with these demands.
Audio Recording, Vulpetomium Plaza, Stardate 27606.2
[???]: What is this writing?
[??]: It's Betazoid. Something to the effect of: "I've got a phaser now. Thanks!"
[???]: I thought you said she'd be easy to recapture. I thought you said you've dealt with Betazoids before.
Acting Captain's Log, Stardate 27606.3, USS Selaya
I can report good and bad news in equal measure. Good news: we have found seven of the ten bombs. Bad news: they do, indeed, appear to be in constant communication, and the other three have yet to be found. Good news: apparently, Lt. Commander Viza has escaped. Bad news: in response, the TLF has accelerated their timeline, giving us just 6 hours to work with.
Audio Recording, Vulpetomium Plaza, Stardate 27606.4
[Lt. Cmdr. Viza] You know how to use one of these?
[???] I, well, I mean, I've played around in sims, but -
[Viza] Well, time for the real thing. Nothing to it, don't mess with the settings. Just point and shoot.
[???] A-alright. If you say so.
[Viza] C'mon, this way.
[pause]
[???] {in a different accent} Drop the phaser.
[Viza] Nice Arqueniou accent, there. Maybe you shoulda gone into theater, not terrorism?
[???] I will count down from three. If you do not drop the phaser ... well, I've set this one to kill.
[Viza] Go ahead and shoot.
[pause]
[Viza] Check your power pack, dummy! You think I'm stupid? Think I don't know what you're thinking?
[???] You tell me.
[Sounds of phaser and disruptor fire]
Acting Captain's Log, Stardate 27606.5, USS Selaya
We've found all ten bombs, and Lieutenant Commander Achiss believes we have a method for disabling them without tripping the detonation signal. Specifically, Achiss intends to spoof a copycat signal, making each bomb think that the others are still online.
In the meantime, however, we need to keep the terrorists distracted, so that they do not notice.
I have talked this over with the head of Tigrata's special police detachment, and with my own security officers, and they agree that the plan we have developed makes the most sense, despite my misgivings about it. I will trade myself for one of the hostages, and will attempt to negotiate a peaceful resolution from within. If I am successful, then mission accomplished; if not, then I will have kept them distracted while Achiss's teams disable the bombs.
And perhaps, if she's still alive, I may be able to contact Lt. Commander Viza.
Audio Recording, Vulpetomium Plaza, Stardate 27606.55
[Lt. Cmdr. Viza] Alright, ya got me. Doesn't matter, though.
[???] And why is that?
[Viza] Because your bombs are all disabled.
[Transporter sounds]
[Flashbangs]
Excerpt from Beya-War Challenge - Team USS Sarek vs Team Phantomoons
[Commentator Puce Ilegin] "-- Here comes the final push by Team Phantomoons, only a minute and a half into the match! The tower seems like it's unstoppable!"
[Commentator Jlefenis] "Phantomoons has had Sarek on the back foot this entire match."
[Ilegin] Indeed. It's almost like a modicum of natural talent and a week of training can't overcome years of experience and -- OH! Team Captain Kanil gets flanked by Belagi and hosed down. She's transporting back to the starting position--
[Ilegin] --and she looks mad! Only a few meters away and the rest of her team has gone down -- here's a chance for her to turn it around! If she can jump on the tower, she might be able to ride it to overtime!
[Jlefenis] She's rushing out of spawn, putting a hard sprint on, increasing the distance between herself and her team. It's a risky move but one -- SHE'S HIT A BEYA MINE!
[Ilegin] Ooh, and she skids right into the path of Phantomoons Team Captain Teddin, who runs right over her to get on the tower. He looks apologetic!
[Jlefenis] And Kanil looks apopleptic as she beams back in but it's too late, match over!
[Ilegin] Teddin doesn't look very proud of this. He's coming up for the fist-bump here and -- KANIL WALKS RIGHT BY?!
[Jlefenis] WHAT?! A DISGUSTING DISPLAY OF UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT. IF I HAD A DIGESTIVE TRACT, I WOULD BE VOMITING RIGHT NOW.
[Ilegin] Teddin looks confused, he's calling after her, but she's out of the arena folks!
Captain's Log, Stardate 27606.7, USS Sarek - Captain Samyr Kanil
Alright. I'll own up to it. I let my feelings get the better of me on that one. I forgot how important a post-match fist bump is to the OSA. In my defense, I thought that their Team Captain had disrespectfully walked on me -- but on review, it was entirely unintentional.
What I was really mad about was not believing that idiot Colom could trick me like that. Next time I'll make sure to do way more research -- he's got a deep wellspring of guile.
My saving grace is an appearance on a talk show across from Colom. I'm going to set the record straight, reveal his deception to all of Ikegenoi, and then apologize to Teddin and Phantomoons. Ideally, I'll goad Colom into taking them on too.
Personal Log, Stardate 27607, Commander Tigre Zal
All's well that ends well. There's still a few nagging questions - why one of the terrorists disintegrated when hit with a stun blast, why according to Lieutenant Commander Viza they seemed so intent on getting access to government computer databases. But those are matters for the Tigrata police to resolve.
Apparently, we Betazoids aren't 'predictable', either. Or at least Lei Viza isn't. I've read and reread her full debrief. She makes it clear: none of what she did was planned. All of it, every step, from her escape on up through when she made telepathic contact with me, was improvised. It worked out tremendously well for us, but it easily could've gone wrong.
Viza and T'Arvit were both veterans of USS
Atuin. So are over a dozen other officers, and a good portion of our enlisted complement served on the
Sappho at some point. How much do I need to know about Commodore Chad and his methods to help run this ship?
I have some reading to do.
[Gain 10 pp]
Captain's Log, Stardate 27609, USS Hawking - Captain Tersu Lakun
Hawking arrived in Sarcissa System. System reported as having fifteen planets as of last stellar survey;
Hawking only observes fourteen. Substantial debris field between seventh and eighth planets. Will attempt long-range scans, but expect to need to enter the debris field for complete survey.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27610, USS Sarek - Captain Samyr Kanil
Ugh.
My appearance on the talk show derailed almost the instant I brought up the Phantomoon/Instamoon deception. Colom admitted he'd mixed the two up, but said it was an understandable mistake, riffing on the similarities to applause from the audience. Then, before I could apologize, he said he felt bad for me for having to go up against such a tough team, and offered to take them on as well in a spirit of solidarity.
He was crushed, of course, though not as badly as I was, that slippery -- anyways, he did the fist-bump, and then had a speech right beside Teddin on the eve of the Muuyo-Festival extolling the virtues of good, fair play and mutual respect, before revealing he'd picked Poppin' Bottles as his Muuyo-Fest team. Teddin was so moved that he selected the team as well, and now Starfleet believes that our selected team, A Quiet Evening, will suffer a major popularity drop.
I sent an apology note to Teddin. He sent back a loop of the moment where I take a beya-bomb and make a face that is incredibly unflattering.
I royally screwed this one up. I hope my orders are to deal with the Breen next.
[Lose 20 points on Horizon Influence tag, now 41/100]
Personal Log, Stardate 27616, Lieutenant Yesmine Kim - USS Hawking
Big day today. Haven't flown like this since ... Hell, I don't know when, outside of sims. And sims ain't nothing like the real thing.
There's absolutely no room for error when you're flying an
Oberth through a field of planetary debris, some fragments larger than
Hawking herself. Fortunately, I am just that good. Oh, alright, I won't take sole credit. Couldn't have done it without our science team's help, plotting trajectories of the major fragments. But still. Ultimately, the ship was in my hands, and I guided her through, nice and sure.
Of course, the job's not over yet. After all, I've gotta fly us
out of the debris field, once we finish our survey.
Nothing to worry about, though. No sweat.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27617, USS Voshov - Captain Iliae Rurliss
Our survey takes us to GLL-700, a main sequence star 34 ly rimwards of the Cardassian colony of Perkash. On the second planet, a cute little L-class world, we've found something curious: a region of the planetary surface that our sensors have been unable to make out clearly.
I'm thinking of going down for a look in person. Oh, my XO won't approve, but I've been cooped up aboard ship too long. About time I stretched my legs. Besides, I think this could use a personal touch.
Tellar Daily News, Stardate 27618.5
Fallout from the Klingon-Romulan War seems to have taken an unusual turn recently on the farming settlement of Keren IV, where colonists woke up one morning to meet their new neighbors: Tribbles.
Tribbles, or
Polygeminus grex, are an invasive species of small, furry animals that breed exceptionally fast. "They're capable of self-fertilization - in fact, that's their primary means of reproduction," says our science advisor, Geraldo Davidowitz. "If you start with one tribble, assume an average litter of ten and a new generation every twelve hours, then over a period of three days, you will wind up with 1,771,561 tribbles."
The Keren IV tribble population had four days to gorge on Keren IV's crops before the scope of the problem became apparent. Colonist Jenkin chim Junn reports: "Well, at first, nobody really seemed to think it an issue. They're adorable little critters, at least at first. And we had fences, right? So surely they couldn't get through? Turns out they're good diggers. I know some people are going to blame us for letting a few into our homes as pets, but I've seen the tunnels they dug under our fences. These things are a menace."
By the fifth day, every farm in the settlement was affected. "We moved crops into our greenhouses, but if you're not extremely careful, you'll wind up transplanting a tribble with your plants. And then it's just a matter of time before the entire greenhouse gets gobbled up," chim Junn says.
The Tellarite Ministry of Health deemed the matter of minimal importance, ignoring the ecological threat. The colonists directly petitioned Commodore Khaggers, but he was reportedly unable to coordinate a response in time.
In the end, the colonists were forced to take matters into their own hands and destroy the tribble population themselves before it completely overwhelmed their food supply. According to chim Junn, "We had to use the last of this year's seeds as bait to lure in the tribbles, then set fire to the lot. You don't want to know what burnt tribble smells like. Or tastes like. But we got them all."
Davidowitz is skeptical. "I'm not convinced there aren't some populations out in the wilds of Keren IV right now. It's very, very difficult to eradicate a tribble population, once it gets going."
[Political firestorm in the Tellarite government. Also, Starfleet loses 8pp. Also, you all should feel bad about the millions of dead tribbles.]
First Officer's Log, Stardate 27619.2, USS Voshov - Commander Llyhua
Captain Rurliss's shuttle went missing eight hours ago. Last we heard from them was during their descent; they were encountering heavy wind activity, and having some difficulty maintaining control. We haven't heard a word since. I can't beam a team down even if I knew
where to beam them, because there's interference all over the region they were flying through. I couldn't risk another shuttle in the heavy winds. I went into a low orbit in hopes of improving our sensor picture, even considered entering the atmosphere itself, but it's too late now.
Lt. Commander T'Kel reports strong shifts in solar magnetic activity, suggesting an impending solar superstorm in the next 23 minutes. We have to move to a safe distance ... a full 50 million kilometers away from the planet.
I'm sorry, Captain.
Bridge Transcript, Stardate 27619.22, USS Voshov
[Lt. Cmdr. T'Kel] I have a weak sensor track that appears to be on a trajectory suggesting a launch from the second planet's surface. Attempting to enhance.
[Lt. Janssen (Communications)] Sir, I have an incoming transmission, audio only. There appears to be a lot of interference.
[Cmdr. Llyhua] Put it through.
[???] -craft
Fugu -- -ance to -- Shuttlebay 2.
[Llyhua] Say again?
[Cpt. Rurliss] Ah, that's better. This is Shuttlecraft
Fugu, requesting clearance to land in Shuttlebay 2.
[Llyhua] Captain, where are you? We don't read -
[Rurliss] Interesting. I am launching a signal beacon.
[T'Kel] I have the beacon at 235,000 km away from us, on the same trajectory as that weak sensor track. Visual telemetry shows ... Shuttlecraft
Fugu, with what appear to be some field modifications.
[Rurliss] That's us. How weak a track are we talking? Wait - tell me when I get back aboard.
[Llyhua] I'm clearing you for shuttlebay 2 now, ma'am. Though ... what happened?
[Rurliss] We crashed, did our survey, I repaired the shuttle, we lifted off again. Not much to tell.
Captain's Log, Stardate 27619.25, USS Hawking
Substantial deposits of tritanium identified, suitable for exploitation. Safe routes through debris field plotted. Recommend exploitation of site begin soon, as site will recoalesce into a planet in only three million years.
[New BR Colony found, Sarcissa Belt, bottom-left corner of -4f, 15 (30) BR/year]
Personal Log, Stardate 27619.9, Captain Iliae Rurliss
I really don't see what's so impressive about repairing
Fugu. Oh, sure, I was Tactical track, but when you grow up in the kind of family I grew up in, on the kind of world I grew up on, you pick up certain skills. And really, it was a pretty simple field repair, especially with the resources we found on site.
The interesting thing is, we seem to have stumbled on a material with some valuable emissions absorption qualities. It's not perfect, and there's only limited quantities that could be extracted, but I think it's worth seeing if we can replicate this.
[Gain 10 sr]