Ferasa (and Rethelia) is a pseudo-border-zone, since it edges on our southern border. That's why I encouraged three solid responders there. I would be opposed to pulling any of its ships without replacement.
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To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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We had a LOT of missed events in the HBZ last quarter, plus we've got orders from above to reinforce Tellar that are being pretty much ignored. No a Miranda-A doesn't count.
Ships have to come from somewhere and the only options are other BZs or pulling from one of those two or Sol if we're not willing to drop below two real responders per sector. The HBZ garrison is utterly anemic compared to most other BZs DESPITE being an active flashpoint, which is absurd.
Pull something from SBZ or KBZ or RBZ maybe?
The SBZ is an excellent response hub but garrisoning it more heavily than the HBZ is silly.
Edit: Also, Torch works better as part of TF Shield narratively, because that's where it's most likely to test the refit.
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I mean, the entire Beyond Task Force is spending all their time flying around there, even if they can't "really" respond to events. I'll repeat that I had an extra Renaissance there and sent it to Beyond because I figured, "Hey, the ship is still in the same place.... I'm just transferring it between commands."
Do you think after every Miranda-A captain is appointed to their post, Shey visits them in person to slap them across the face and say, "I just want you to know- your ship is worthless and we don't trust it to do anything important!"
This morning you said you were willing to see Cloudbust pulled from Ferasa to go to the HBZ....
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Yeah, but you said it yourself, they can't respond to events in the HBZ so expecting them to take time out of the assigned tasks to respond to events is ignoring the reality of the situation. The HBZ itself should get at least one more ship-what about the Centaur-B's being assigned to the other task forces, could we replace those with member-world assets to shuffle them over the HBZ?
I would rather not, though. Or rather, put a Miranda in there.
Shakedown Cruise: Part I
AKuz
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0.01 Stardates ago
Red lights flash across the darkened command deck playing across gaunt and sweat-stained faces as eyes strain themselves watching terminals and command plots filled with scrolling Vulcanoid letters.
A dark skinned Human leans across the central tactical plot and wipes away one of the few remaining red dots in a sea of green, "Ceres has fallen, we've now lost communications with everyone except Luna and Europa," says the tactical officer.
A once-handsome figure in a red stained white jumpsuit leans heavily on the primary command plot and holds back a heavy sigh. "Well, friends, I don't believe in losing," he chuckles, "or at least; not going down alone."
The tactical officer taps her plot, "I don't plan on going down easily, Jim, but even you have to admit that whether we fight in range of Deimos's guns or sortie with the rest of the fleet, the result is the same." She taps on one of the red dots and a flood of information spills onto the table, red symbols and flashing alerts covering every window. "Enterprise and Yamato are operational enough, but McCoy is telling us that Liberty isn't going to leave her slip before… uh, the end. And those three ships are the core of our fleet, even if every one of our ships were operational we'd still be outnumbered four to one!"
"Well Nyota, we may be outnumbered four to one in ships, but we still have Europa."
"Captain. You can't mean-" says a dark skinned Human in a red stained lab coat with an even more stained tourniquet where one arm abruptly cuts off.
"Indeed I do, Doctor Daystrom" the Human commander looks to his side, at the only non-Human in the room, "Unless you think you can negotiate a surrender, your excellency"
The Vulcan man had long ago turned in his elegant robes for the same white jumpsuit worn by the Solarian rebels, but he still held himself with a self assurance that the Humans had once mistaken for arrogance.
"When I was younger, I had a brother." the Vulcan pauses and his eyes flick downwards for a quick second before he continues, ignoring Jim's look of curiosity, "A half brother from when my father was Governor of Earth."
"I don't see what this has-" says Daystrom before his eyes widen in shock.
"I don't know how it happened. Or why." the Vulcan continues with a shrug, the white jumpsuit loose on his frame, "My father was not a good man. He was a devoted Technocrat. He did not love Humanity, or Humans, but he was Governor of Sol, which is its own reason why."
"I've heard of such things," says Nyota quietly.
"My father didn't know of my brother's existence until the fifteenth year of his assignment, when I was in my first year as his aide," the Vulcan shakes his head, "A compliance officer discovered them during a contraband sweep. The inhumation order from my father came without hesitation."
Rebels in white jumpsuits stuck by sweat and worry to bodies that resemble skeletons more than living beings, lean in, some more discreetly than others.
The Vulcan looks at the Human Captain, holding his gaze steady, "My father was willing, eager, to kill his own son for dispassionate Technocratic protocols, to save his career." A hand gestures around the bridge, at the Humans manning their stations, "Humanity has no future under the Technocracy, no surrender, no amount of submission and assimilation will save you from them. The choice is a fast death or a slow one, it has always been that."
"Fast death it is." Jim Kirk looks over at his tactical officer with a slight grin, "Contact Carol on Europa, tell her that Revelations is a go." The Captain steps back from the command plot and turns to head forward, towards the Captain's station.
Daystrom follows close on Kirk, ducking to avoid a low hanging display screen "Captain, we have no idea if Revelations will work, we need Committee approv-"
"Doctor, we both know that the Electoral Committee died when Utopia Planitia fell. Our leadership is here."
"A handful of starship captains and the Technocracy's Lieutenant Governor of Mars is no fit leadership to decide the future of the Human race in Sol," Daystrom says angrily, gesturing at the Vulcan hunched over the command plot, giving his knowledge of Technocratic protocol to Nyota Uhura.
"And what future is that?" Kirk whirls angrily on Daystrom. "Another three hundred and twenty five years under the Vulcan yoke if we're lucky, with extermination the more likely outcome?" he hisses, "A million innocent people are dying every hour in this siege."
"Who are you to decide for them if they die free or if they try for any life at all?" Daystrom winces slightly as he keeps up with Kirk's quick pace towards his station.
"I'm doing what I can for-" Jim Kirk stops still, arm half extended, frozen in a gesture when the ambient chatter of the command deck increased fivefold.
Daystrom and the Captain dash back towards the command plot and the tactical officer looks up at them, eyes wide. "New contacts. Three megatonnes," she says in shock, looking over at Sybok, "Two of them."
"Likely another secret project, though until now I believed the three ships you seized from Utopia Planitia were the largest ever built by the Technocracy" The former Technocrat's eyes play across the display. "I had believed two megatons was the largest ship possible with Technocratic technology."
"Could they have built something new? It's been almost two ye-"
"Captain!" shouts the painfully thin young man at the communication station. "Incoming hail from Independence Station on Europa."
"Carol?" Kirk eyes flick to the display and then lock with Sybok's. "They're here for Revelations."
A woman's voice comes over the command deck speakers, poor quality and filled with both static and panic. "Jim! We can go on your signal. We can't fight that firepow-"
"Cap! CAPTAIN!" The communications officer's voice breaks as he shouts across the crowded command space. "H-hail from ship -the s-s-ships. And -" the young man struggles to speak, "ANDORIAN SIR. SHE'S ANDORIAN"
Kirk blinks and nods at the young man, "Calm Matt, Calm. Put it through to the tactical plot."
"-ion of Planets."
Captain Jim Kirk studies the woman who appears on the screen carefully. He had never seen an Andorian until after the start of the Solarian revolt, until Enterprise and her sisters had led the first ever human fleet to help the stillborn rebellion on Andoria. He'd still never met a live Andorian.
Until now.
"I'm Jim Kirk, captain of the Solarian ship Enterprise," he smiles, trying out a genuine manifestation of the expression for the first time in a long while, "What can we do for you miss?"
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Rear Admiral Nash Ka'Sharren holds in a shocked gasp when Enterprise's viewscreen shows her the command deck of the Solarian flagship. She's met her timeline's Captain Kirk before, a James T. Kirk of probably about the same age as the one on her screen.
But not a Jim Kirk as gaunt and skeletal as the one on Enterprise's screen. There are other figures in the background too, gaunt figures, ghosts of Federation heroes.
"Captain Kirk." She debates what she can tell him, what she has time to tell him now. "The Vulcan Technocracy that you fight, they pose a threat to other times, other universes," she struggles to find an efficient way of delivering a message she's barely had time to come to grips with herself, "You're fighting not just your Technocracy, but a Future Technocracy. But we're here to help you stop them for good"
A painful looking smile spreads across the face of a legend, "Are you from a future where the Vulcans are defeated? They are defeated?"
"No. We are from a timeline where the Technocracy never existed, but we are fighting your Technocracy which wants to force itself to exist in all timelines"
Kirk licks his lips and looks over his shoulder at someone else, "You know what miss? We'll take it, I always figured they would bite off more than they could chew." He looks back over his shoulder again. "Nyota, give the woman a tactical link." He turns back. "So what can we do for you miss? We're in bad enough shape that your people will have to take point, we don't even have sensors outside of the Jovian system and Deimos."
"Understood, Captain, where should we direct our calls then?" she grins, reaching into her experience to provide the maximum level of confidence possible.
"Enterprise works, or maybe Sylvia on Yamato. Sol is a bit short of Admirals at present."
Ka'Sharren takes in a breath to reply when Zhang taps her on the shoulder and whispers something in her ear.
"I'd like to keep chatting, Captain, but we have a dozen Technocratic ships to outwit. We'll be in contact." She pauses, one last thing to add before ordering the conversation cut. "Stay safe, Captain."
Jim Kirk just laughs as the screen snaps back to open space.
Nash Ka'Sharren just went full on Fan-Girl....
Theunderbolt
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*gasps*
Akuz...Yamato wouldn't happen to be captain by a certain Captain Juzo Okita, would she?!
The squueee that was heard between the starts.
The Sandman
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So Sybok is helping the rebellion.
Making people remember that Star Trek V existed? Low blow, QMs. Low blow.
Making people remember that Star Trek V existed? Low blow, QMs. Low blow.
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
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This now makes twice Nash has met Kirk.
AKuz
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Someone named Sylvia something actually.
Also, as a reminder: Nash has actually met her own Timeline's Jim Kirk before
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For what's it worth, "Excuse me, why does God need a starship?" was neat.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
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Not only that, but those times are
- on the last mission of Enterprise-B, and
- on the first mission of Enterprise-C!
AKuz
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For what's it worth, "Excuse me, why does God need a starship?" was neat.
Not enough to redeem the movie, but you know, silver linings and all that
I know my starships and I know my YHWH, if either one starts asking me for the other, it's time to leave.
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Enterprise: "Does this unit have a soul?"
Sybok as a vulcan rebel, hm, okay. I guess it does work.
So UP was built and used by the Technocracy in this universe.
The Resistance ships probably aren't Excelsiors then (over 2mt and too early) and they aren't Constitutions (too light). Guess they are something similar (but older tech base) to the 1.8 mt cruiser that Tarrak chased off earlier?
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
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Maybe Rogers gets his wish with the Ares after all?
pbluekan
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Rogers was probably a bit of a hero in this timeline, for that matter.
Rogers was the ArchGovernor of Venus and has a mixed legacy. While he ran mines that used orphans, kittens, and orphaned kittens as labour, he successfully smuggled a handful to safety, while using his image of unrelenting cruelty as a cover to funnel supplies to the rebellion.
He was eventually discovered and killed.
He was eventually discovered and killed.
Nervos Belli
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This brings to mind amusing images of Rogers trying to bluff his way past his Vulcan minders with a uniform bulging full of mewling kittens.
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The Solarians are using indigenous Vulcan designs. They were never an independent spacefaring power.