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So I was looking back and on the front page affiliates have not been updated with annual diplo rolls. Due to that and the event indoria is at 486 so need 14 to ratification and average annual roll is about 17 or 18. We are likely looking at a new member and sector next year
 
Void Stalker said:
So I was looking back and on the front page affiliates have not been updated with annual diplo rolls. Due to that and the event indoria is at 486 so need 14 to ratification and average annual roll is about 17 or 18. We are likely looking at a new member and sector next year
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If we can just avoid losing any more ships, we might be able to accommodate them. Luckily they and the Apiata share a sector.

....speaking of which, @OneirosTheWriter I notice the Apiata don't have an entry "To Boldly Go Other Species". I guess they're so memorable no one ever had to look them up there. ("Bee ladies" is pretty hard to forget.)
 
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If we can just avoid losing any more ships, we might be able to accommodate them. Luckily they and the Apiata share a sector.

....speaking of which, @OneirosTheWriter I notice the Apiata don't have an entry "To Boldly Go Other Species". I guess they're so memorable no one ever had to look them up there. ("Bee ladies" is pretty hard to forget.)
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True but Apiata could be waiting for years in pending. Have to double check my but indoria might have a starbase, Apiata do I know.
 
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Omake - Nash Has the Blues - Iron Wolf
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    • Nash Has The Blues
    The rain was coming down outside Nash ka'Sharren's window. She'd never thought of San Francisco as a rainy city during her time at the Academy, but these days it seemed like all it did was rain. It was winter, and of course a certain level of climatic equilibrium had to be maintained, weather control or not. But the city was just too wet compared to the snows of Andor -- all liquid, even the snow damp in your hands, not like the dry powder that swirled in the Andorian lowlands. It felt unrelenting, an impatient tap-tap-tap on her window, the brilliant luminescence of Sol reduced to a weak grey, filtered through atmosphere and clouds and rain, matching the regulation grey of the athletic sweats Nash was currently wearing.

    Every day, same light, same view outside her office, the polarized windows of an office opposite, same rain.

    Nash sighed and spun in her chair, facing back towards her desk. One advantage of not being Captain of a vessel anymore: she didn't have ten pairs of eyes that could see her at any one moment. Which meant instead of her usual confident slouch, she was sitting cross-legged in her oversized chair. She'd requested it on a lark, and had been surprised to find it in her office one day, no fuss or wrangling with shipyard personnel. She still wasn't sure if it was simply this easy for everyone or this was a small joke on Sulu's behalf -- or maybe Chen's. In any case, she had it now, and only slightly regretted asking for it.

    Nash picked up an earbud and glanced at the monitors to her right. They were a live stream of data from the various Explorer Corps vessels, when possible. There was a cacophony of voices and Nash turned a dial in her desk, another eccentricity, turning the audio to the S'harien's feed. Earlier, Nash had whooped with joy as Saavik avoided the Syndicate vessel's fire. Now she smiled as she listened to Saavik smoothly and calmly report the state of her vessel to Starbase 7. She flicked the dial to the Sarek and saw that, despite the drama with the Lecarre earlier, Straak had still flagged some geological scans as priority. She skimmed them over and then tapped her PADD to the screen, transferring them to a followup file. Her smile turned pensive as she flicked to the Enterprise and heard live bridge chatter, Samhaya taking her crew through the recovery of a probe, shot into the heart of a gas giant. It was good to hear her first officer, again. Her former first officer, rather.

    Nash didn't startle as the door slid open, revealing a slender, shorter Andorian woman -- Nash had long ago learned the pattern of footsteps that meant she was getting a visit from Rear Admiral Viraan zh'Dohlen. She spun in her chair to face the Admiral, tapping her main terminal out of sleep mode. The Admiral had a polite smile fixed to her face, but her eyes were fixed on the live feed.

    "Something wrong, Admiral?" Nash asked, innocently.

    To her credit, Viraan didn't beat around the bush, "You know I don't approve of that. You should be focused on your wo--"

    Wordlessly, Nash slid a PADD across her desk to the Admiral. She picked it up, scanned through it. Viraan's eyes snapped back up and Nash shrugged, "Some people have music to help them concentrate. I have this. I think the results speak for themself." The PADD Viraan was holding held a day's worth of work, and it wasn't even lunchtime.

    "And your uniform…" Viraan looked in the corner, where the usual crisp maroon-and-black was hung neatly on a rack, then back to Nash in her formless grey exercise sweats, "...or rather, lack of it?"

    "Just caught me at a bad time, I'm afraid," Nash said, standing up and stretching. "I'm about to go for my run."

    "Well." Viraan backed out into the hall. "Be back in time for the Operations report."

    Nash grinned at Viraan as she breezed past her out the hall. "Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am."

    ***​

    Three months after she'd moved to Earth, Nash had stood on a scale and nearly lept out of her skin when she saw the number on the scale. She had somehow gained seven kilos, despite the fact she did the exact same amount of sitting at her office job as she did on the Enterprise.
    She had quickly booked an appointment with the doctor, concerned it might be some sort of bad interaction of Andorian physiology with the Earth environment, or symptom of an energy parasite. Out in the frontier, you learned never to rule anything out.

    Nothing of the sort, the doctor had told her. Just your body changing, metabolism naturally slowing down. Nash felt like some part of her had been switched off with the cold, relentless turning of a clock's hand.

    So now she ran.

    Every day she she ran for a set time, half of her lunch break, trying to push herself out further and further each time, taking in the new sights and twists the city had to offer, committing the familiar ones to memory. It was a nice way to escape the dreary routine she could fall into otherwise.

    (Part of her knew that eventually she'd hit a wall, that her body wouldn't be able to take her any further, and that she'd truly have to settle for what was around her. But that wasn't today.)

    In the drizzle she ran, hood pulled tight against the hated rain. She ran past the now-familiar palm trees and under the now-familiar pedestrian bridge, then a sharp turn onto new territory -- a park. She'd ran by it for a month trying to build up the endurance to run through it all in one go. Concrete gave way to gravel as Nash made her attempt, trees passing by as she dodged the few pedestrians on the path, most of them politely bowing out of her way. One aged Tellarite even offered Nash hir umbrella, which she waved off with a smile. The path dipped down, and she went into a small tunnel under a bridge. Her lungs burned, but she knew she could make it as she burst into the light on the other end.

    And smacked into someone coming around the corner.

    Nash saw her unintentional victim, a human woman, slipping as they stumbled onto slick grass, and she quickly reached out to steady them, gently pushing them back onto the gravel. They found their footing as Nash herself found her foot on wet grass, that slid off to reveal slippery mud. Nash went down as gracefully as she could, her arm soaked and covered in muck.

    "Oh my, I'm so--" the Human began, and then stopped. She tilted her head slightly, "Sorry."

    "It's alright," Nash said, pulling her hood back. The human kept staring, rain dripping off the edge of her grey umbrella. Nash noticed she'd dropped some PADDs -- tourism guides -- and bent to pick them up. She wiped the mud and rain off them apologetically on the front of her sweats, dirtying them worse, before handing the PADDs back. She stood there, panting, hands on her hips. Now it was her turn to stare. Something was… familiar.

    "...have we met somewhere?" Nash said.

    "No," the woman said quickly.

    "Really? Because I don't normally forget faces, and you seem like you might know me--"

    "You're Nash ka'Sharren," they blurted, "Who doesn't know you?"

    Nash chuckled and rubbed the back of her head, looking away for a moment, "Ha. Well, yes. But you seem really… Did we meet at a function? Diplomatic meeting? Safety seminar?"

    "Penelope!" someone called. The woman and Nash looked up, to see a Risian woman's head, peering over the railing of the bridge above, her face framed by the halo of a yellow umbrella. "Are you okay down there?"

    Penelope smiled and waved, "I'm fine, thanks. I'll be right up. This tunnel was more dangerous than I expected."

    The Risian's eyes twinkled as she looked Nash over. "And who's this? New friend?"

    "Not in that way, dear."

    "Ah." The Risian frowned so exaggeratedly Nash had to suppress a laugh. "Well, there's something called 'hot chocolate' up here, so!" Her face disappeared. Penelope smiled distantly at where her friend -- probably lover, Nash corrected -- had been.

    She turned back to look at Nash as she began again, "Colonist? Oh, did you go to the academy?" She shook her head. "This is killing me. We've met."

    "Maybe it was in another life," Penelope said, a sly smile on her lips. "I've got hot chocolate to get to, Ms. ka'Sharren."

    "Of course," Nash said, as the woman nodded and carefully picked her way back to the bridgetop and out of sight. Nash stared after her for a long while, her face expressionless with concentration. She snapped her fingers after a moment, a smile of satisfied revelation crossing her lips. She looked up at the grey clouds above, the rain splashing down onto her face, running down her cheeks and neck. The cold seeping into her skin reminded her of home.

    Nash shook her mane of white hair out and jogged into the rain, her grey form soon swallowed up by the drizzle.

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    AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my proofreeders. More seriously probably of dubious canonisitcal potential due to Penelope but I felt like something a little introspective.
     
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    • Simon_Jester said:
    But their overall technological infrastructure is weak, probably because the constant paranoia and obsession with secrecy makes it hard for them to actually get anything done. I imagine that Lecarre scientists working independently would take more time to achieve a given result than humans of equal intelligence and with equally good tools- because the Lecarre are running around trying to keep secrets and hoard potentially useful information. They presumably have institutions that let them bypass the secrecy/spying nonsense enough that their society can function, but I doubt that "working together to build and invent stuff" is one of their strong suits.
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    That may be part of it, but I suspect that it has more to do with them just being especially gifted with body-modification tech than them being scientifically impaired otherwise. There are some indications that the Lecarre haven't been in space that long.
     
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    2311.Q4 - Well, They Try
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    • [x][RIGEL] Courageous

    [x][TMIR] Get a report on Cardassian political in-fighting
    [x][CARD] Cardassian Shipbuilding Report
    [x][ROM] Romulan Shipyard Report

    [x][REPORT] Syndicate strength and how much Impact do we need?
    [X][REPORT] Klingon Fleet Strength Report
    [x][REPORT] The relationship between the Sydraxians and the Gretarians.

    Continued Diplomatic Push

    Kadeshi 166/500 + 22 = 188/500

    Starfleet Intelligence Report
    2311.Q4

    Suspected Force on Romulan Border:
    1 Heavy Warbird
    2 Birds of Prey
    0 D7s

    No change

    Suspected Force on Klingon Border:
    2 K'tinga
    2 Klingon Bird of Prey
    2 Klingon Bird of Prey Mk 2

    No change



    Suspected Force on Cardassian Frontier:

    3 Jaldun-class destroyers operating within the frontier unit on a regular basis.
    CDF Trager
    CDF Ronagot
    CDF Karnack

    1 Science Escort is also operating within the frontier.
    CDF Parnok

    No change - however, all four ships have been scarcely sighted for the last quarter. Current analysis suggests they have been involved in laying the groundwork for the Bajor annexation.

    Get a report on Cardassian political in-fighting:

    Cardassian political in-fighting was fierce up until the last few months. Many senior officials were purged, and a number of new personnel are in major portfolios in state, military, and Obsidian Order positions. Whether this leads to fresh thinking or inefficiency will remain to be seen; our estimation is that such periods of internal blood-letting are not uncommon and that the Cardassians have learned to become adept at hitting the ground running in new positions.

    However, the level of in-fighting began to drop sharply after the Diplomatic Service began to make overtures to the Bajorans. Whether this was a coincidence and the in-fighting was dying down already at the time, or whether outreach to Bajor galvanised the Cardassian High Command is currently uncertain. The head of the Cardassian desk is of the opinion that the latter is the case. There are at least a few indications that the idea of Bajor entering Federation sphere of influence put, in her words, "a terrible shiver up the spines of the Obsidian Order." This is based on political communiques intercepted by the T'Mir, currently hiding out in the 44 Jotun system.

    Cardassian Shipbuilding Report

    We believe that they are currently producing:
    6~7 Jaldun-class Destroyers
    2~3 Escorts
    2 State Freighter
    3 State Cargo Ships

    We double-checked to be sure but it does not appear that any Kaldar or Lorgot class starships are under construction. It is our belief that the Jalduns are currently composed as a rotating set, so that each year two are commissioned.

    Romulan Shipyard Report


    Romulus Fleet Yards (2x3000kt, 1x1000kt, 2x500kt)
    Remus Fleet Yards (2x3000kt, 1x1000kt, 2x500kt)
    Iberius Flet Yards (1x3000kt, 1x1000kt, 3x500kt)
    Rator Shipyards (2x1000kt)
    Terix Shipyards (2x500kt)
    5 Colonial Shipyards, ea 1x500kt

    Syndicate strength and how much Impact do we need?


    Our actions to impact the overall strength of the Syndicate need to be understood with regard to the principle of diminishing returns. This is not a conventional army where we hit a tipping point and rout them. This is more akin to a rampant outcropping of a political "bacteria", where anti-biotics are "99.99% effective". Nothing we bring to bear from without will eliminate the Syndicate as a entity.

    However, we can and will see the degradation and eventually the elimination of the Syndicate as an interstellar actor of note. As they suffer impact, their overall ability to succeed in their tasks will drop, and the number of simultaneous projects they will be able to support will also reduce.

    [80/200/400/800 Impact are thresholds to reduce the number of actions available to the Syndicate]

    Klingon Fleet Strength Report

    30~40 K'tinga-class Cruisers
    50~80 Birds of Prey
    12 Advanced Birds of Prey

    ~3 Super Freighters
    ~4 Civilian Research Cruisers
    ~4 Hospital Ships
    ~7 Colony Ships
    ~6 Prospector ships
    ~8 Engineering ships
    ~5 Troop Transport ships
    20~25 Freighters
    50~70 Cargo Ships
    40~50 Civilian Ships

    The Relationship between the Sydraxians and the Gretarians

    Our diplomatic ties to both entities are limited, as neither faction is an affiliate, and our penetration of Sydraxian communications is, at present, also limited. Their encryption is currently stymieing Office 21 (the Icebreaker unit) and Office 35 (formerly Dawiar, now Sydraxian decryption), as it appears to draw heavily not on mechanical alteration but on lyrical cues that we are not currently knowledgeable of. The new commissioned Point 16 supercomputing facility in the SBZ is devoting considerable extra bandwidth to this matter, but the fruits of this labour are still forthcoming.

    Nonetheless, some information is available. The Gretarians have no armed spacefaring forces to speak of. The resources transferred from them to the Hierarchy is effectively a form of protection money. The Sydraxians undertake to keep the Yrillians from preying on Gretarian shipping.

    A less cynical person than myself might decline to point out that the Sydraxians are probably able to do this because they are most likely allies in at least some extent, and some component of the Gretarian protection fees are no doubt going to the government on Ethur II...

    Report on Shield Penetration on USS S'harien, Action of 24510.0

    Initial reports that this was an instance of shield burn-through were incorrect. Further investigation by the underway Intelligence team aboard the S'harien have identified that communications were made from within the ship, to the Orion Syndicate ship, identifying the precise shield modulation of the S'harien, thus allowing the proper alignment of the nadions to penetrate that shield. As a result, Petty Officer 2nd Class Lyth ch'Barrath has been taken into custody.

    After further investigations, Petty Officer ch'Barrath has been transferred off the S'harien to a Starfleet Medical Facility on Thiak V for rehabilitation after it was determined this was an involuntary action brought on by conditioning.
     
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    • OneirosTheWriter said:
    Initial reports that this was an instance of shield burn-through were incorrect. Further investigation by the underway Intelligence team aboard the S'harien have identified that communications were made from within the ship, to the Orion Syndicate ship, identifying the precise shield modulation of the S'harien, thus allowing the proper alignment of the nadions to penetrate that shield.
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    I suspected as much. That's pretty much the only way to pull off that stunt, short of matching shield frequencies and overlapping the shields to make a gap. Time to initiate random frequency modulations, methinks.
     
    OneirosTheWriter said:
    However, the level of in-fighting began to drop sharply after the Diplomatic Service began to make overtures to the Bajorans. Whether this was a coincidence and the in-fighting was dying down already at the time, or whether outreach to Bajor galvanised the Cardassian High Command is currently uncertain. The head of the Cardassian desk is of the opinion that the latter is the case. There are at least a few indications that the idea of Bajor entering Federation sphere of influence put, in her words, "a terrible shiver up the spines of the Obsidian Order." This is based on political communiques intercepted by the T'Mir, currently hiding out in the 44 Jotun system.
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    *sigh*
    Well, what's done is done.

    OneirosTheWriter said:
    Syndicate strength and how much Impact do we need?


    Our actions to impact the overall strength of the Syndicate need to be understood with regard to the principle of diminishing returns. This is not a conventional army where we hit a tipping point and rout them. This is more akin to a rampant outcropping of a political "bacteria", where anti-biotics are "99.99% effective". Nothing we bring to bear from without will eliminate the Syndicate as a entity.

    However, we can and will see the degradation and eventually the elimination of the Syndicate as an interstellar actor of note. As they suffer impact, their overall ability to succeed in their tasks will drop, and the number of simultaneous projects they will be able to support will also reduce.

    [80/200/400/800 Impact are thresholds to reduce the number of actions available to the Syndicate]
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    So it's like that, huh? Well, we've nearly reached the 1st treshold.
    EDIT: Or have we crossed it already?

    OneirosTheWriter said:
    Report on Shield Penetration on USS S'harien, Action of 24510.0

    Initial reports that this was an instance of shield burn-through were incorrect. Further investigation by the underway Intelligence team aboard the S'harien have identified that communications were made from within the ship, to the Orion Syndicate ship, identifying the precise shield modulation of the S'harien, thus allowing the proper alignment of the nadions to penetrate that shield. As a result, Petty Officer 2nd Class Lyth ch'Barrath has been taken into custody.

    After further investigations, Petty Officer ch'Barrath has been transferred off the S'harien to a Starfleet Medical Facility on Thiak V for rehabilitation after it was determined this was an involuntary action brought on by conditioning.
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    Traitors within the Federation? Admiral Linderley to the rescue!
     
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    Gear said:
    The Borg are going to be very surprised when they meet us in this timeline.
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    There is probably a reason why constantly changing the shield frequency is a bad idea. Either reduces the effectiveness of the shield strength or wears out the generators. Its only worth it agsint the Borg, becasue the Borg can very quickly adapt their weapons to ignore your shields. So with them it's choice between less effective, or less reliable shields or no shields at all.
    For regular duty it is likely not worth it.
     
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    Cteatus said:
    ...have we become abuse victims of the Cardassians now? Cardassians do something shitty and we think its our fault?

    How did this happen? We're the ones giving THEM black eyes all the time.
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    Do we really need to bust out the Cuba analogies again? Nobody is arguing that the Cardassians aren't responsible for their actions. But part of our MC's job is to anticipate their actions, and this obviously was a failure on that part.

    The Cardassians reacted utterly predictably to the Federation snuggling up to somebody on their doorstep that could offer a staging area for an invasion. If the results of our actions were desirable in your eyes, you have no reason to regret anything. If you aren't happy with the results, maybe you could consider how the Federation's actions look like from a foreign viewpoint more carefully in the future and vote accordingly.
     
    Gear said:
    The Borg are going to be very surprised when they meet us in this timeline.
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    Doubt it. This is easier to defeat. You just need to switch to a backup frequency rather than rotate them, assuming they even manage the operative thing again. The Syndicate rarely wants to attack a Starfleet ship that's got thirty seconds or more of full combat capability.
     
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    Huh am I reading that right that upper end Klingon are at around 300 combat total... which is twice starfleet.

    Also cardassians producing 2 jalduns a year which we need to keep matching with two Excelsiors a year
     
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