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#123608 Presidential Address and Site News Update - 21712

Posted by Joshua Barnett on Star Date 21712.06 @ 21:54 (09:54 PM)

Hello Fed-Space Membership.


I’d like to take a few minutes of time to address some points that have been coming up in discussion between some members of the leadership team, as well as make some announcements about upcoming events and news about the site.


The site membership hovers at around 75-80 players as I write this.  Our recruitment and attrition roughly equal, so we have stayed at around 80 members for the past 2-3 years.  This is a sustainable level, and while I’d be very happy to see our membership grow, I’ve always said I’d prefer a core of strong, committed players vs a large mass of players who don’t believe in the core values of our game.


Sadly, that is partly what has inspired this message.


Federation Space is a place for writers and roleplayers to come together to collaboratively tell stories set in the Star Trek universe. But over the past few years we have noticed a trend in both new and veteran players who don’t put in the effort to write good stories, who don’t interact with their peers, and who can’t be bothered to maintain and promote the spirit of Federation Space.   This is obvious in a number of ways:


●     Slow Posting Rates/Whining about having to post:  Federation Space is a hobby.  It should not be viewed as a ‘chore’ where you ‘have to post’.  It should be something you look forward to participating in.  I get very tired of hearing (and I will admit I am a victim of saying it sometimes), “I guess I need to post” or “I really need to post, but…”.  What we should be saying is, “I really want to post today.” 

○     We make time for the things we want to do. If you are coming up with excuses why you aren’t posting, or whining about posting, then maybe you should be asking… do I really want to be here? If the answer is yes, then you need to look at adjusting your attitude a little.

○     “Yes, but I also have 8 NPCs, GM, and AI roles.” If you can’t keep up with all your roles, then maybe you need to have an honest look at your capacity. Some people can post for a Main PC, an alt-PC, a GM, AI, and multiple NPCs. Some people can only manage one PC. And both are just fine. There isn't one "right way" to play FedSpace. But just be honest with yourself with what you can and can't do.

○     “I’m too stressed because fill in reason” to post. “I’m too busy to post”. We’re all busy, we’re all stressed. As a hobby, Fed-Space should relieve that stress.  This is not to say I don’t understand the need to slow your posting rate, take an LOA, step back from NPCs, etc. if you have a life event that interferes.  But that should be the exception, not the norm.

●     Lazy posting: It’s blindingly obvious when you don’t use spell check. It’s obvious when you haven’t read other players’ or the GM’s posts. We all miss cues now and again but it shouldn’t be more than 10-15% of the time at most, and ideally much less.  You should always read all posts in the thread you are in and any threads affiliated with your plot--I always re-read everything since I last posted in a thread when I am about to post a reply. This is a collaborative game; you’re missing the point if you ignore other players’ posts. Not only that, but it’s disrespectful. How would you feel if other players ignored your posts? And you should always, when in-mission, read the Bridge.  If you really want to get the most out of the site, go outside your comfort zone and read posts on other ships/bases/etc.  You are missing out if you only read one or two places. 

●     The tagalongs. All members of Fedspace are here to collaboratively tell a story. This involves 1- writing your character’s reactions and interpretation of what other character’s have said/done and what the GM has given, and 2- moving the story along. But we’ve seen a rise in players who don’t do step 2. They’ll post their character’s reaction, and then do nothing that makes the story move forward. Sometimes your character might not know what to do, or might not have the skill; but that doesn’t mean they can’t move the story forward. Sometimes their inactivity is what moves the story forward (maybe they don’t notice a warning light, or their hesitation gets them shot). But you need to do something that makes the story move forward. Otherwise the GM could just tell the story themselves.

●     Out of Game Problem Solving: I’ve noticed an increase in players using OOC to problem solve, instead of having their character doing it. This is a roleplaying game; your character should be the one taking steps to solve a puzzle. OOC should only be used to clarify a point, if you have a concern, etc. There’s no reason for a player to be contacting a GM directly. Nor should you be asking a GM questions in Crew Announcements/Discussion. If you have a mission-related question, go up the chain of command. Some players seem to be doing this so that their character won’t make mistakes. This takes away from the storytelling aspect of our game. Even if we are the ‘heroes’ of Star Fleet, we should be making mistakes, and our characters should have to go through the motions of figuring things out.  It’s called story and character development.

●     Metagaming/supersimming: Characters who magically know the answer. Characters that are perfect at everything they do. Characters that suddenly have skills and abilities not listed in their bio. Characters who have an ability/device/idea that so overshadows everything else that they can’t possibly have made a mistake or been wrong. Characters who solve an entire plot in one post without anyone else participating.  If this is how you want to play, then why are you even here?  Go write your own private stories on your own blog or something.  This is a site for people to interact, to write  together, to collaboratively solve the fictional problems that a GM presents. Even Captain Picard relied on his senior staff to solve problems, he did not do it all himself. We have very carefully tailored the technologies and abilities on this site to ensure balance so that players/characters can be challenged, but also have a reasonable chance of success if they work together and do things as a team.  If you want to metagame/supersim, then I’m going to be very direct here:  Leave and go find another site to write on.  Fed-Space is not the place for you.

●     Entitlement:  The admins often hear “Why am I not a CO? I was next in line?!” or “Why can’t I be promoted to that rank?” Often these are the same players who are lazy with their posts, who metagame, who don’t do anything to contribute extra to the site, who don’t participate in the community outside their own ship. These people often feel entitled to be a CO or have a more senior rank.

○     Here is what every player and character is entitled to on Fed-Space: They are entitled to a friendly community where they can explore the lives of fictional Star Fleet characters in a future version of the STAR TREK universe. 

○     Nobody is entitled to anything more, or less, than that. 

○     When you try to take more, you take it away from others. 

○     When you fail to be a community-minded member who provides good, regular posts, you take the fun out of the game for others. 

○     Your character it not entitled a certain rank or position, they aren’t entitled to have certain abilities or to have certain tactics that automatically work. 

○     They earn rank and position through:

■     your time on the site

■     your active, productive participation through posting

■     3- your demonstrated contributions to the site.

○     If you think you deserve more, then demonstrate it.  Show us that you do and it will be recognized. 

■     If you feel like the opportunity to contribute more isn't available to you, then you should bring this up with your Primary PC’s DH, FO, CO, FC, or the CinC or another site admin.

■     Remember, you have to show that you have the skill, dedication, and commitment to the site to be considered for these positions.


I think we can all work together to do better ourselves and to mentor those around us who might need some extra support.  At the end of the day, this community is what keeps us going, and we have a strong community of fun and caring people.  We all just have to want to be here.


That’s the end of my ranting in this post… now on to some site news:

●     We are also working on switching the main message board software to the latest version, and also making updates to the WordPress front-end sometime in the coming year, hopefully early in the year.

●     We are still working on the new Constitution.  As we delved into the rewrite/reorg of the document, we realized that it was a good opportunity to revise a document which no longer reflected the way Federation Space operates.

●     We have a new Fleet Personnel Officer (FPO).  Commodore Wendy Rickenbacker will now be handling all non-cadet account creations, and will be checking rosters to ensure COs and FCs are doing their jobs by ensuring these documents are updated in a timely manner.  She answers to the CinC, and will report to her any discrepancies.

●     The site is stable financially for now.  We have about 3-½ months of funds in the bank to keep us afloat.  There are still over 30 pins available for those who donate $5+.  See the site financial reports thread in Red Alert for more info.

●     The site’s telepathic guidelines were recently updated to address some concerns.  Anyone playing a telepath should read them.

●     ALL equipment or ship specs changes need to be reviewed by the site’s ENGCOM, Commodore Julia Nielson.  You should email her if you have a request.  She will discuss with the site creative staff and then get back to you.  If a change is found that was not authorized by her, then appropriate disciplinary action may be taken at the discretion of the site leadership.

●     ALL new BIOs (character changes, NPCs etc) must be reviewed and approved by the academy.  Send them to Commodore Taylor and she will send to a BIO evaluator to review and approve.

●     We will also be reviewing the guidelines on multi-species (hybrid) characters.  It feels like there is a very high amount of them, and some which it would be impossible for any genetic compatibility, even with DNA manipulation.  Nearly ANY pairing of different species would require SOME manipulation, and it seems like we’ve gotten out of control with this on the site.

●     Character Death and Character Consequences are being reviewed.  Apparently people think that their characters “cannot die” without their permission ever, under any circumstances.  This is not true.  In fact, the GMs have a mechanism, when a character does something that is so implausible it must result in permanent damage, death, or career-ending results, it can in fact happen.  In those cases, the GM discusses the matter with the Creative Director and the site admins, and we make a decision.  So don’t go shooting an ambassador, or jumping into an exploding warp core unless you are willing to accept the consequences.

●     Some site terminology tweaks are occurring. Following is a lexicon of some changes and standards we use on Fed-Space

○     Fed-Space/FedSpace/Fed Space/Federation Space are all acceptable terms for the site.  The legal entity that owns the site is “Fed-Space Association LLC”.

○     Star Fleet is the site’s official term for what Trek canon calls Starfleet.  This was done for multiple reasons, but mostly to help mitigate any ‘copyright’ concerns that may arise.

○     Star Date is what we officially use for stardate.  Again, for the same reasons as we use Star Fleet.

○     We don’t use NCC- for the same reasons, and also because our site founder wanted our ship designations to reflect the ship class.

○     First Officer vs Executive Officer:  Which is right?  The answer, is BOTH.  On Fed-Space we accept either as valid.  For all official documents we use First Officer, or (FO), but in-game Executive Officer or XO is acceptable as well.


Character type designations are also changing effective Star Date 21801.01 to better reflect how we use them on the site:


●     Primary Rated Character (PRC) is replacing “PC” or “Player Character” as the site’s designation for your primary character.  The CO of your PRC is the one who must approve you having an SRC, NRC (see below), GM, or AI, or any other site role.  They have the authority to revoke those roles after granting them if you are not performing as your PRC.

●     Secondary Rated Character (SRC) is replacing “ALT” or “Alternate Character” as the site’s designation for your second rated character.

●     Non-Rated Character (NRC) is replacing “NPC” or “Non-Player Character” as the site’s designation for any character you have which you do not earn points for.  This was done because in virtually every other role playing system an NPC can only be played by the GM or moderator.  Because NRCs are played by PLAYERS, we wanted to switch to the rated/non-rated to make things clearer, especially for newer players.

●     “Rated” characters are characters that earn points.  All of your additional points (other than positional or medals awarded to your SRC directly) including AI/GM/Division Head, etc. points are always awarded to your PRC.   Your PRC is the only one that can be in a command (FO/CO) position.  Your PRC is usually of higher rank/position.


This will all be spelled out in the new Constitution in more detail, but I wanted you all to be aware as the designations begin to change across the site (you’ll notice the Academy has slowly started switching to the new terminology).


And don’t forget, new BIOs for all PRC/NRC/SRC characters must be approved by the Academy, and all new accounts other than Cadet accounts are approved by the FPO following submission of the new character form as found in Red Alert.  This process may take several days as the Commodore will verify the information with your CO(s) as appropriate.


As always, if anyone has any questions, concerns, etc. you can email me at President@Fed-Space.com.


Thank you, and ahead Warp 9.

-Perry Brulotte, President, Fed-Space Association, LLC

-Joshua Barnett, President, United Federation of Planets

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#91549 Brussels attacks

Posted by Capt Gabriel Archer on Star Date 21603.22 @ 13:41 (01:41 PM)

It is difficult to find the words in times like these. My deepest condolences to anyone in the region who was affected by such a cowered act. Stay strong and be safe.



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#127991 Crossroad

Posted by Ens S'hiarra { Kurasa } on Star Date 21802.22 @ 22:26 (10:26 PM)

She had made arrangements in the 'real world' to have a pad of paper and a pen in her hand, shortly after they entered Lunori's mind she wrote


Keeping him Busy. Find him, GREAT DANGER.


She had done this before when practicing her interrogation and knew so long as she kept it simple it would allow her to communicate with those watching.


Sothrick had engaged him in conversation, and had wrapped a mind shield around them both, just as she had expected him to do, so she synced hers with his.


He was attempting to anger him, which was risky, but similar to her plan. 


She gave the man a smile. "So you are Betazoid, and likely from an outlaw house if you use your talents in this way. However the scene around us is illusion drawn from Lunori's mind, and it does not inspire fear."


She looked momentarily at Tourock before she added emphatically; her voice carried certainty in its tone, "However it would appear that you are not aware that you have already made a mistake; can you guess what your error is?"


Tourock was agitating him so she opted to sowing confusion and doubt. Any time he wasted could provide the First Officer a chance to deal with his body, perhaps even going so far as to beam it into space.


==GM. Sothrick and S'hiarra are at this point one mind, and their strength added together in perfect symmetry. They are both highly trained


Tag Brooks and Harrison Go get him guys!==

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#97228 Star Trek Beyond, Federation Space, and 10 Years

Posted by Joshua Barnett on Star Date 21607.22 @ 15:20 (03:20 PM)

First off, today is the launch of Star Trek Beyond in the USA.  I know some saw it earlier and will see it today, or this weekend.  But I'm asking that the site have a general respect for those who may not see it right off, and avoid spoilers for one week.  So no spoilers before 21607.30.  After that, it's fair game.


Now why the rest of my title?  Why in heck am I relating these three things, today?


Well I will be seeing Star Trek Beyond tonight, with my wife Melissa, who I married ten years ago today.  You all know her (presently) as LCdr Leila Britton, but back then she was Cdr Ariana Lacey, and in between a few others (Yvette, Gagarin, and various NPC's).


Ten years.


A decade.


And a great ten years.


But why did I also include Federation Space?  Anyone? Bueller?


Because Federation Space is where we met!


We met here in late 2003/early 2004 when I joined Copernicus as LCdr Avark, Chief of Security, under Captain Godard.  Melissa was then playing Ariana Lacey (Lt or LCdr, I don't recall) the CSO of that ship.  Over the following two or so years we wrote together, chatted at length, and built what I could only describe as a best friend/confidant level relationship.


And then we met.


And all hell broke loose.


Only in the good sense, though.  In early 2006 we met, and a mere 5 months later we married, on July 22, 2006, aka 20607.22.  Ten years ago.  Today.


I can't imagine what the last ten years would have been like.  I probably wouldn't have come to Texas.  I might not even have stayed with Fed-Space.  So much could be different.  When I think of it I imagine y own "what might have been" scenarios.  But one thing is certain.  I wouldn't be who I am, where I am, today.  And that would be a shame.  Because I honestly wouldn't change a thing about life today.  Well nothing major anyway.  And a big part of that is due to my wife, and our enduring relationship.


Thank you to Star Trek.

Thank you to Federation Space.


And thank you to my wife, Melissa.


In the words of the character I played when we met, Qapla'!

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#87008 Christmas Gift

Posted by LCdr Elizabeth Rage on Star Date 21512.28 @ 15:33 (03:33 PM)

I wanted to share the gift I got from my cousin this year. 
She knows how big of a nerd I am, and I have told her about Fed-Space many times, so she got me this.




I thought it was pretty neat! 


I also got a few Trek shirts, a bunch of Batman things and a crap ton of candy..  :blink:


What did you all get? 


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#137523 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Lt Kamiro Tosamien Deklos on Star Date 21810.11 @ 07:33 (07:33 AM)

As Kamiro’s attention moved towards Shione, both the Vulcan-hybrid and Jelaya placed one of their hands upon hers…


…it is their nature…


Both women had a nurturing, compassionate streak and Kamiro kept her hand from moving; though the Ullian felt it uncomfortable. She had merely mentioned (in vague terms) her history to the younger Sothrick, not to illicit sympathy, but merely being transparent to the man. His father’s Head of Security merely wanted the son to know a little more about her; a reciprocal openness for his sharing of his thoughts on his mother.


And then the sensation…struck? No, that would be too forceful…pushed? As if Kamiro were wrapped in a protective balloon-like membrane and external force was working to pierce it (albeit gently) from the other side…


The only physical manifestation was the white-haired woman’s eyes opened wide…the sound, they were words, muffled, as if spoken from underwater; was definitely in Shione’s voice; though the attractive woman’s lips were not moving.


Kamiro as yet, couldn’t quite make out the words, but the gist was one of shared understanding and simpatico experiences. Shione was making a direct telepathic communication…


The Mirak then took her hand away and Shione’s remained on Kamiro’s…


Next, hazy images of S'hiarra appeared in Kamiro’s mind, wrapped tightly in Shione’s arms, and then the Ambassador’s face, held in stone-like relief…a feeling, contrite…


…images of starships and their personnel, a color…Security Gold, and then…


~…Copernicus and I would vouch for you there.~ Shione said telepathically…


Copernicus…that had gotten through…


“…no…!” Kamiro responded softly to Shione; her head just perceptibly moving side to side…


"Well I hope working with my father gives not only new purpose…” Tourock’s voice cut through Kamiro’s tenuous hold of containing the breech…


She did her best to focus on the Ambassador’s son…


“…but happiness and I am sure at the very least it will open you for new opportunities. He does seem to trust you more than other aides I have seen him work with.”


If open to it, Tourock and Shione would receive a flash of quick images of a highly inebriated Tactical Officer; a short skirmish with an Engineer; Ambassador Sothrick sitting at a table in a bar; Fleet Commander Authorization…


The Security Officer continued:


“He had told me that he had not changed positions as it were. He resigned, again from SFI but did not just return to be an Ambassador for Vulcan but now for the Federation. I don't suppose you understand how that is possible do you?"


Young Sothrick’s eyes had become gloss, obsidian black…though now Kamiro could actually sense the connection between them…Tourock’s emotions were very strong in protection for his mate. Deklos’ telepathic centers (essentially, new and regenerated tissue); had been undergoing stimulation since she entered Spanky’s; and between Shione’s direct (yet well meaning) telepathic assault; the overt emotional responses of the Vulcan-Betazoids and their near constant telepathic communications…neurotransmitting chemicals flushed in her temple lobes…and then…




To all nearby minds (telepaths and non-telepaths alike, within about 5-meter radius) one might* receive the sensation and/or imagery of walls of columnar, gray-black megalithic basalt suddenly spring forth accompanied by an almost searing warmth…but as impenetrable as the metaphysical fortifications appeared, it was but a thin veneer of mental protection (but for whom? For Kamiro or for those around her?)…cracks formed in the dark rock formation and a FLASH of imagery was broadcasted forth…


In an instant, all the following could be accessible: images of an attractive, short-haired, light-green skinned (likely) Orion woman appeared; a bearded, dark-brown haired human male; a pair of exotic humanoid twin females (beautiful looks on par with Shione and S'hiarra) even with their Ferengi-like features; a Vulcan-hybrid female, an extravagantly over-muscled Science Officer…and then through a new crack…


…the highlights of the night’s dinner (from Deklos’ perspective) flowed to receptive minds: the recent rescue of bad feelings by the Ambassador, snippets of angry and hurt faces, Tourock inflamed at Lorrick, the emotional intimacy Kamiro felt for Shione in Spanky’s bathroom (including pointing a phaser at the incredibly attractive Vulcan woman), the salty and tangy taste of Kamiro’s meal, the feelings of distrust as Kamiro was introduced to the table…


And then as quickly as the mental imagery began, it all evaporated to a feeling of humid mist and then it was gone…


Deklos, with a neutral expression, withdrew her hand from Shione’s contact; the Ullian’s eyes moved from the Ambassador’s son to that of her new friend/sister…


“…I’m not ready...” Kamiro stated almost absently…


…and then ignoring the feelings of profound embarrassment at what she had just telepathically broadcast, Deklos, her body stiff, let her eyes move back to Tourock:


“Politics Lieutenant Commander…” Deklos said, finally answering the Chief of Security’s last question:


“…the Federation is reaching out past Cardassian and Breen space. We want to show our diversity.”


Kamiro, then stood up from her seat, somewhat robotically; looked around the table in turn, at Tourock, Jelaya and then to Shione:


“A pleasure to have met you all.”


And then Deklos spoke to one of the Vulcan security detail:


“S’Kol, please inform the Ambassador that I will begin operational preparations for Gargoyle.”


And then, the Ullian slid back her chair so that she would easy egress away from the table; her intention to make a quick beeline for Spanky’s exit…



== *Reception of Kamiro’s telepathic output is purely up to the PRCs and NRCs discretion (within range, ~ 5m of course). All of the images would have occurred in about a full second, sort of like a dream. Recollection (any, all, little bit or none) of the imagery is also up to the PRC/NRC. ==

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#132933 New Creative Direction for Fed Space

Posted by Cmdr Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21806.21 @ 04:21 (04:21 AM)

With the departure of Perry, Andrea, and the stepping back of Dan the new admin team has been discussing the creative future of the site. Specifically we have been discussing the fleet structure, mission profiles, and ship interaction.


With that in mind we have decided to make some changes as outlined below.


USS Beckett


As you may have noticed already, due to the departure of the command team of the Beckett and the creative direction that we are intending for the site (more on that to come) it has been decided to close the Beckett and distribute her crew to the remaining ships. This is never an easy decision to make but it was felt that it was what was best for the site as a whole. We hope that you make the transferring crew feel welcome in their new homes.


Fleet Consolidation


With the Beckett closing this will reduce the number of active ships to 5 (plus the Apparition but she doesn't exist so let's not talk about her). It has been decided to merge the two fleets into a single group. This will be designated an 'Expedition Force' with an emphasis on exploring the unknown reaches of space with our missions. In game RAdm Jal will be the Expeditionary Field Commander and RAdm Ristone will be the Expeditionary Base Commander while out of game their roles remain the same with Trystan still handling things for the Intrepid and Copernicus while Nick handles things for the Gettysburg, Sheridan, and Ozaki.


By having all ships in the single group the intention is that it will give the ships more opportunity to interact with each other not just on shore leave but during missions as well.


New Station and Direction


The new Expedition Force will need a home. We are dusting off an old design, giving it a bit of a facelift and pushing her back into service. The Sierra-Classed Outpost, previous made famous as Space Station Sierra-18 will have another member to its ranks in the form of Pioneer Outpost. This outpost will be located in non-aligned space on the other side of the Breen Confederacy and Cardassian Union. The station will have a gate to join it back to Federation Space when/if required.


This will provide our ships with a new direction to explore the unknown and encounter species that we haven't traditionally dealt with here on Fed Space. Our ships will be the spearhead of the Federations exploration into the unknown much like the Enterprise was in TOS/TNG.


With a new station comes a new bar. We will be having a competition to name the new bar as well as its owner, please use the following form to submit your nominations (limit to 3 bar names and 3 owner names). You don't need to nominate both, if you only want to name the owner then that is fine.




New Content Manager


With me taking over as President I have decided to step aside as Content Manager to focus my energies on my new role. With that I have passed on my duties as Content Manager to Cdr Acenvar Crystillin, congratulations Nate I know you will do well in that role.


If anyone has any thoughts or concerns regarding any of the above, please feel free to post here or if you would prefer you can email me directly.

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#131204 IMPORTANT - Announcement regarding the future of Fed Space

Posted by Cmdr Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21805.09 @ 11:04 (11:04 AM)

By now I'm sure you have all seen the message from Perry regarding his future on Fed Space, if you haven't then I suggest you go read that before you continue reading here (https://fed-space.co...site-leadership).


While we are all saddened to see our friend leave, we wish him all the best in what his future brings. We also want him to know that he will always have a home here if he ever wishes to return in whatever capacity he chooses. With that being said we as a group also need to move forward.


I want to assure everyone on site that Fed Space isn't going anywhere, this is just a leadership change. This has happened before when President Beckett left and the site didn't fold then and its not going to fold now. The site leadership as well as the senior admins are discussing the best way to handle the transition. When we have worked out the full plan we will advise you what is happening.


Until then if you are wondering what you can do to help the site, the best thing you can do is to donate. Fed Space has never been and never will be pay to play. The site runs entirely on donations from its members.


If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to email me. I will do my best to be available on Discord more than I have been in the past so if you ever see me online feel free to send me a message and I will reply as soon as I can.


Keep posting everyone and above all else, keep having fun.

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#120846 "At First Sight"

Posted by LCdr Sothrick on Star Date 21710.18 @ 01:51 (01:51 AM)

He was slightly, yet happily, surprised  by her response and attack. And as she stradled him his hands glided up her firm thighs enjoying the curvaceous and power in them as his hands cupped each cheek pulling her closer as they shared a passionate kiss. He could feel much was on her mind.


He playfully, while his eyes still closed, faked searching for her lips as she pulled them from him for a moment before opening his eyes to find hers as she traces his features with his hands causing his eye lids to droop slightly enjoying her touch.


It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel this. To feel this way. They had such a complete connection so early but he was holding some back. He guardedly thought of this hiding it from her but she would tell that his thoughts were drifting into a darkness she could not see.

His years of training his mind to be protected enabling him to shield from even the strongest telepath.


She was making him so completely happy in every illogical aspect but he had concerns. Concerns of some she knew could feel and others that he staved off.


~I used your name, and I'm sorry; but I know she can be trusted. The 'plan' is for us to go to bed and passionately 'show' each other what we feel~ and she taps his chest. ~Here. Not the very pleasurable physical love we made earlier, but I want a slower, and more romantic time before we sleep together for our first time~


He started to respond to both but she was already to her next point. He really was not upset with her at the use of his true name. To his own surprise he really was not. It was emotional moment and was understandable. It was also clear that she trusted the Bajoran and that was good enough. He knew he needed to build a group he could trust sooner or later.


"But First we talk..." She jumped in vocally now and the words made him smile as she was clearly more comfortable with talking than he was.

He mused at the difference between them as she went on about Phoenix. What she was saying was not at all surprising as woman either loved him or hated him. Some even stated they hated him only to find themselves next to him in the wee hours when they thought no one else would see.


His face returned to a more serious look as she tried to playfully, puppet him. So he then broke his silence. He enjoyed each playful kiss and returned them mimicking her with each one and with a smile now melted onto the once stone like features he responded.


 "I am more than happy to pull any practical joke on Phoenix you would like. I think him seeing us together will be enough for him though.  However, I do believe you take him too seriously. Yes I know Mathew Phoenix. He has been my longest and closest friend, until now, throughout my Star Fleet career."


"Mr. Phoenix is harmless and what they call a flirt. He is what we call an over compensator. His womanizing bravado is his own shield and false façade. Not much different from my own Vulcan persona I work to project."  He added. 



Then she returned to their silent exchange. And she found his word for her that he thought earlier. But he answered verbally.


"That is illogical. I need your talents in my depart besides you would have to deal with the charms of Phoenix and I could not bare to loose you to him." He said with a mischievous smile.


"We are not bound by the foolishness of humans we can differ from, work, to personal. I will always want to protect you. I have since looked through your, her, file. You are a skilled officer with the training and tools so far to be a great security officer. If you would like I can continue your training to become a great Chief of Security or beyond but not because it is you that is one of my jobs is to always be creating those under my command to be better and be ready for the next promotion."


He paused a moment to give her another kiss and squeeze her back side that his strong hands had not moved from.


"We are officers and while on duty that is what we are, period. However if I feel as your department head that their maybe a conflict of interest between us I will request you to be moved departments because I would rather loose an officer than my mate. From what I have read up on this new Commanding Officer I am sure if she feels that it warrants you to be moved department I will respect her wish too."


"However, we are Vulcan and I believe that side of us will rule out any foolish pride that humans allow to get in the way" he finished his thought.


~Now back to what you were talking about earlier ~  He paused to lay on a long passionate kiss


~If you are ready I want to give you more. I want to give you all of me.~ he pulled back slightly with serious but happy look into his eyes.


~You and I already are linked I can feel it and I know you can but we are not complete. I am able to completely bond and link with you so that you know all of me and nothing, none of my thoughts, worries, fears, memories would be hidden from you. Equally you would have nothing you could hide from me. We would be bonded together for life we could even feel each others sensations ~  His thoughts paused allowing her time to understand


"But only if you are ready. I know this is all so new to you. I don't want to rush anything but I do know it is right with you. But I want you to know I do understand. I know you draw from her memories, her passion, her strength as you clearly make it all your own too but it is also all new to you"


He smiled and kissed her lightly again.


"You are always safe with me."  He said as he waited for her response. Letting her know what this would mean. Letting her take in a moment to understand the depth of it all.


== Tag S'hiarra ==

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#95945 Word of the Month (WotM)!

Posted by Joshua Barnett on Star Date 21606.25 @ 17:38 (05:38 PM)

This month we had 2 entries for pauciloquent.  I really liked both uses, and so had to flip a coin.  Unfortunately I didn't have a coin so I just flipped a bird.


And the winner is...


LCdr Pheral Ohmsford!


You get the usual 50 points + 1 week in a Klingon dungeon sex resort.




The word of the month for 21607 is:

Pluviophile: A lover of rain; Some who find joy and peace of mind during rainy days. 


(aka an absolutely insane person, almost as crazy as a lover of SNOW)



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#43483 2014 State of the Site Address

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21403.30 @ 12:04 (12:04 PM)

I realized yesterday, when I saw the thread from Cdt Knight about the site being “the most detailed”, that this year we didn't do an anniversay/state of the site post for 2014!


March 2014, March 2414 in-game, or 21403 the way we write it here on Federation Space.

The site's official anniversary date is March 1, 2000. Over 3 years before I arrived here; although I know a few of you were here very early on—perhaps as early as that beginning month?

Fourteen years, nearly eleven of which I have been a part of this dynamic, fun, and usually exciting community.

If you wiki “Avark”, you'll see the zany (read: insane) Klingon that I ran for my first several years on the site. Starting out as an Ensign on the USS Titan; the first person (or 'guinea pig' as the academy admins at the time called it) for the Opt-Out exam—a quite different exam than we have nowadays on a site which was quite different. Back then we had 6-7 ships, as I recall 3 fleets.

At that time (thank you wayback machine!) the site looked like this: http://web.archive.o...scus/discus.cgi

Three fleets, 9 ships, many of which are now in mothballs or retired, but most of which are either still in play or have come back into play; perhaps with major refits or in at least one case destroyed and re-commissioned (USS Yeager).

About 60-65 members as I recall. No ALT's back then, you had your PC and an approved number of NPC's.

Bright (hard on the eyes) colors. People posted in different colors based on their position on the site, rather than the nice cool consistent colors we now use. Post formatting was similar, but not that different.

But that's the mechanics of it all. What's really important are the PEOPLE.

We've had a lot of turnover, changes in administrative people and others. Great people were here; some of them remain. Great people have left; some equally or perhaps even greater people have arrived to fill those gaps left by departing players and friends.

This site has given so much to so many of us (warning, personal nostalgia section follows).

Let me tell you my story...

In 2003 I was 34 years old. I was in a stressful corporate job, living a life I wasn't completely happy with, but was mostly 'content'. I had been a Star Trek fan since the mid 80's (perhaps earlier, but who remembers that age when you're coming up rapidly on 45?) and had been involved in various RPG's (mostly table-top, and as I recall only one web based) since 1984-1985.

One day, thinking I needed something to fill some downtime, I went to good ole Google and typed “Star Trek Role Playing Game Online”.

There was no STO then (and to be frank, that's fine by me). There were rumors of an online graphical game at some undetermined time in the future. There were a LOT of ST RPG games that were PBEM (play-by-email). And a handful that were forum-based. Most of them used a scene-based structure where everyone would write together in one big thread for a given scene or episode. Federation Space attracted me, partly because of its location-based structure. You posted WHERE you were, and moved about the site as you moved your character.

So I clicked that link that said “Federation Space”, and clicked the “Join” link (after researching the site's pages [pre-wiki] and forums). A day or so later I got a response with instructions on how to join (much different in those days!), and a day later I found myself in a chat (MSN was what we used back then) with two academy admins (now former players). I was instantly taken in by the friendliness and fun of these two people, and it only helped to draw me in.

Ensign avarQ (the spelling was later changed to accommodate you Terrans who can't seem to properly write a Klingon name) was registered on June 21, 2003; and I actually started posting the character a few weeks later as a Security Ensign aboard USS Titan.

In that first year I met many great friends (many of whom are still with the site, and a few who aren't) that are still good friends today. These include people such as the players behind retired Adm Thrawn; retired Adm Roberts (then Valiant); LCdr Dega; Capt Gagarin (Yvette, Lacey); Cdr Dys (Abaa); and to be honest probably a half-dozen that I can't recall at the moment, so don't feel left out!

I engaged several of these people in friendship outside the 'online' world; including my wife who plays Capt Gagarin. We met here, in this little world, in early 2004. We met in that scary outside world in early 2006; and were married later that year. Almost 8 years ago. It seems a lifetime, and yet only yesterday.

In late 2004 I spent 6 weeks traveling the USA, and met a dozen current and former players. I spent a few days with Cdr Dys and his family; met retired Capt Wong; LCdr Dega; other retired and current players. In 2009 I drove from where I lived at the time (near Boston MA USA) to OKC and met Valiant/Roberts, Kayzon/Cole, Tucker, Adaran, Ristone, and Crawford for the first time. Met several from overseas who have become good friends, from the UK and this last New Years we had a visitor from Australia that you all know as Cmdr Tregelen; and Cdr Mattiana came down from Canada to visit.

Quite the adventure this site has been for me personally, and I'm sure for many others.

In 11 years from Security ENS avarQ to VP of the site, Fleet Commander, working every day to try to make sure that the site, overall, is as much fun for everyone as possible. I don't take credit for the success—that goes to our great admin team. We do it together, myself, Adm Wueste, Capt Adaran (aka FAdm T'Mana), Capt Taylor, Cmdr Tregelen, and the rest. These people deserve your thanks for all the hard work that they do.

Overall we try to think about the roughly 100 members of the site whenever we make a site change or decision. Is it always the right call? No. But we try to adjust as necessary when it's not. We all work hard to ensure that this place is a fun and relaxing journey for everyone here. But we are human, we are also players, and we often, as administrators have to set our fun aside for a bit to keep the wheels turning behind the scenes. For me, at least, that is an even greater reward.

I enjoy shaping the creative side of the site, working closely with Dan Wueste. Discussing site structure, personnel, and other matters with Autumn (Adaran/T'Mana), and Dan as they affect 1st Fleet. Catching up with the CO's, FO's, DH's, and everyone else on Google Talk and in email. I get my reward when I see players enjoying things like the Krynar Finale (because to be honest it's very time consuming and stressful to run such a plot).

Please, the next time you are frustrated by something, talk to your DH, FO, CO, FC. Thank them for their work on the site, and for all that they do to make this a fun place for you to play. Remember that they are human, that they are not perfect, and that they sometimes make mistakes. But for the most part they will work with you to resolve any issues to the best of their ability and they are trying to think of what's best for the department, ship, fleet, or site.

I also want to mention cadets and new midshipmen. Without you the site doesn't exist. We need your 'fresh blood' coming in and growing with us. This grows the site. It may seem frustrating when you reach Lt(JG) or Lt and there isn't a DH slot for you; or you sit at LCdr for a few years because there isn't a FO slot. But keep in mind that balancing the needs of the 11 ships currently running with the number of personnel; keeping the rosters balanced as much as possible, we are always thinking of how to ensure the best for everyone's enjoyment.

It is my hope that we get an influx of strong players (as we have been over the past few months) this year and can re-add a 12th ship to the site in 2014 sometime. Should we feel we have the personnel to do so, then we will; and that will open new opportunities. But we need to see our current rosters stay stable, and to get some new blood so we are not emptying current ships to make this happen. So enjoy you time here, recruit your friends, post a ton, and enjoy!

In closing I want to give you some very vague insight into our creative side of the site and processes going on.

We are about 3-1/2 years into the Krynar sitewide. This plot started with a boom (namely the boom of Star Base Charlie, Bajor, and most of the 3rd fleet) on Star Date 21110.31. It will end in the next couple of weeks. But we haven't stopped thinking about the next big thing.

In fact, it's been brewing for 2-3 years now; and some of the 'reveal' will come in the next few months. Actually, some of it has happened, but you won't have enough information to connect the dots for a few months; and then a few of you will go “WOW...”. Dan Wueste was the brainchild of most of this new thing, and it's been an absolute pleasure working on it. It's something truly unique (much as Krynar was), but will have ties to canon in the series (I won't tell you which).

We expect the arc it creates to propel us through 2-4 years depending on how it develops. We usually have about 3 years of big picture thought out; and then we bend it based on what happens with the players on the ships—that's right... we don't have the future written. You all write it as you write your posts; and while we have an overall arc planned, we alter it as we go based on your activities. I can tell you that the Krynar plan has changed VERY dramatically since the beginning; while still keeping the core elements.

A big huge THANK YOU to Creative Director Dan Wueste, our GM authors, and our GM's on keeping the creative side of the site running.

A giant THANKS to Autumn/T'Mana/Adaran for her keeping the personnel side clean and for ensuring we have smooth operations and being my sounding board on things.

APPRECIATION to the Academy staff for everything y'all do to keep us infused with fresh blood.

And to everyone for your incredible creativity, and your friendship.

And of course, last but certainly not least, I want to thank President Jon Beckett for the vision which created this site, for the continued support financially and otherwise, and for your friendship.

Financially the site was supported 100% by President Beckett until mid-2012, when we had our first fundraiser. Those funds have since mostly been depleted, and we currently stand at $230.30 in the bank account. At some point this year we will have an updated SSC eBook and another fundraiser, as our renewals in October will cost us between $500-700. I am also going to start, once that next fundraiser/renewal happens, posting quarterly statements of our finances including a total amount donated and detail of the expenditures.

Thank you all for your support, and enjoy!

#137543 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Ambassador Lorrick Sothrick on Star Date 21810.11 @ 22:31 (10:31 PM)

== Side Room in Spanky's ==


He was not empathic but he had much experience reading people, reading their physical ques how they react. Her body language changed in sorts. His keen eyes searched her form, her face as she was still defensive.


She was a worthy chess opponent and she was still playing the game it would seem. Before she even spoke his hand dropped, unaccepted. He could see that she was not done yet.



“It would seem that somehow you have been given knowledge that I had been assured by my Father Sormok, and Admiral Jal would never be made available. You know about my genetic background don't you?" Tears threatened to flow.


His eyes lowered as he slowly shook his head. His first response wanted to be...


HOW DARE YOU! Do you not know who I am?!? My reach is far! I was a Commodore in SFI privy to information that would have your hardened 'sister' crying in the corner. Your head reeling for all the ins and outs of what the Federation and Starfleet are really up to. You think finding out how a woman of important birth, suddenly has a sister, a twin sister at that.

You idiot child!

Or do you not think I would have the knowledge that a ship came back with nearly double its crew?

Do you not think I know of the few surviving clones and of those who helped protect them and enter them into our known society?


However he took a breath, holding his answer as she was clearly not done. 


"Somehow that most personal knowledge of me is being disseminated despite promises that it would not and it was that which was the basis of your opinion wasn't it?"


As she spoke he raised his eyes back to hers. If he was truly to start again, truly to change, truly to mend his relationship with his only family and perhaps create more of his family he would have to calm her and win her, this small battle, before winning the war.


She grabbed a napkin wiping her eyes. “So I guess your bodyguards know, and how many other people will I be meeting at this new assignment that will be looking down on me and judging me as less than Shione. I was accepted by both the Federation and Star Fleet; I had to prove myself to both and I did that, and yet here you are; an intelligent man assuming before you met me that I was somehow less.


What sort of Ambassador makes that prejudicial judgement without meeting someone first. You assumed I was a lesser being simply because of my birth; the truth now? And how many other people will I be meeting who also have this knowledge and will also be judging me as less?"


She met his gaze. "So how about we deal with this first?"


He continued to slowly shake his head from side to side as he stepped around the table closing the distance between them.


"S'hiarra..." He started then took a deep breath as he stood in front of her. He restrained his personal thoughts and thoughts to place his hands on both her shoulders attempting to calm her. He felt it would somehow do just the opposite.


"Yes, I know. I know how you came to be but first, No one betrayed you, not even my son. I, like you, am linked to my son. A link I believe he sometimes forget. He did not tell me but I felt his concern, his passion and focused all on you. He was more protective of you and at first I was not sure why. However I could sense his concern with you and how you came to be then I could see it."


He paused then took another deep breath. "And yes as you stated I created some presumptions which I already admitted to. My fatherly protective actions kicked in, as my professional judgement took a back seat. For years I protected him then for years he protected me. I felt it was my turn to protect him. However, as I stated I was wrong, I like so many protective family members, jumped to conclusions on the premises of protecting and thinking we know best for the ones we.... we love.


And to answer your other question, no or course not, this information was never shared with anyone least of all not my temporary staff not even my new, Head of Security. I have nothing to gain by telling them and it was not their need to know.


Lets put all that aside though. I have already admitted my mistake and accepted who you are. I have asked for forgiveness yet you seem to be latched on to the idea that I will be the bad guy here. It would seem you have made you presumptions of me as well but you, unlike myself, are unwilling to see that and wish to keep us struggling against each other.


If that is so there is no outcome to that in which either of us truly win. I know that if your relationship with my son were to end he would suffer and likely hold it against me. As well if for some reason he were to break ties with me I am sure that  he would still be saddened and if not outwardly secretly despise you for it. It would eat at him eventually devouring your relationship whole.


Surely you can see this. In truth you can accept my apology and my commitment to not only give my blessing for your union but for us all to work to be the family he and you want. Or you can chose to keep your misguided opinion of me and we continue to fight.


I do not wish to be antagonist to each other. You are an extraordinary woman and as I said and I am ashamed of my previous thoughts.


Again I find myself apologizing, which is rare for me so please understand the weight of it. I am sorry, for my presumptions however they were made with good intentions, which I know, much blood has been spilled with 'good intentions'. So as I do not want blood shed but unification let us be done with this or talk it to where we both understand each other. However, I came here to show my change and to change and repair my relationship with my son and create one with you. I would hope that we can move forward in that."


He took another breath then continued. "I know, as I said we are alike and that means you are a stubborn woman. However I know you are passionate and love my son so can we move past this. Can we mend and heal?" He said. Handing another napkin to her to dry her tears.


His eyes searched hers. His tone his demeanor would seem sincere. What he said was truth he was done with this and desired to get moving. There was much for him to do and this was now becoming exhausting, mentally.


== Tag S'hiarra == 

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#130556 SH/X99 - Crew Announcements

Posted by Cdr Serran Zan on Star Date 21804.18 @ 11:01 (11:01 AM)

Okay, e-mail off to my new best friend (who we're apparently keeping secret?), and I promise I'll do all that paperwork stuff before its due date. I just tried to do Trig, and.... I'd go into it, but you really don't want to hear about how awful my Professor is, and how awful I am at maths. 


Hey, if I had 50p for every maths exam I failed, I'd have £6.30 by now!  :lol:

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#127807 Crossroad

Posted by Lt Mori Lunori {Orano} on Star Date 21802.20 @ 12:04 (12:04 PM)

==Gm Lunori==


As S'hiarra and Sothrick began the meld Lunori screamed out as though she was in pain her blood pressure was rising and her breathing became erratic as though she was loosing control  of her own body.


While inside Mori's mind  The mind meld proved to be sucessful, but the area they telepathic duo landed in looked like a broken paining or maybe to be more precises, a puzzle with in another puzzle non of the parts fitted as her mind was fragmented so much so people where haning from the floor, the celling was where the floor should be, it looks like some sort of horror novel, people with widen eyes looking at the new comers while hanging by the neck helplessly dangling.


When they took a closer look the people dangling from the ropes where in fact Lunori in different age states from child to adult, there clothes where a mesh of starfleet and civilian and dress.


from there locations they could see they where inside a starship of sorts the current corridor they had landed it belonged to the Uss Ozaki there where people in the windows laughing at Lunori as she dangled helplessly, the laughter grew louder and echoed inside the minds of S'hiarra and Sothrick, the echos became whispers and they found them selves falling suddenly.


The corridors disappeared and it seemed as though the pair where falling in space music started to play around them in a taunting manner, it was as though someone was trying to drive them mad, the Madness evolved as shards formed in front of S'hiarra and Sothrick, causing an image to form before there eyes, it was Lunori she was crying helplessly in a darkroom filled with chains.


The shards dissapeard and suddenly there was a floor under there feet, once S'hiarra and Sothrick  recovered from the falling they would see that they where on the bridge of the Copernicous, there in the Captain seat sat her Fiancee holding her severed head in one and and Brooks head in the other Harrison's head was plastered to the view screen with his tongue out, it looked very distressing.


''Welcome dear friends to your nightmare' Said the Male Betazoid


The man on the captains chair  stood up he slowly placed the heads of Brooks and Lunori on the chairs arms and he walked up to S'hiarra and Sothrick with a grin on his face.


''I'm not going to allow you to see me, for now I am just a shadow figure, So why come to my domain..?' he said moving closer to S'hiarra


The doors closed suddenly and Lunori's bone chilling scream was heard from far away.


'Speak I wont harm you..to soon for that..'

#126047 IN/X99 - Crew Discussion

Posted by LCdr Elizabeth Rage on Star Date 21801.25 @ 18:49 (06:49 PM)

I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that!!! Haha and that’s fine, just thought I would throw that out there. :P

Hey guys, I think we can end the mission, I found Knight.
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#120842 SH/D02 - Quarters

Posted by LCdr Sothrick on Star Date 21710.18 @ 01:02 (01:02 AM)

== Quarters of Security Ensign Mazikeen Black. NPC Security Crewmen Torig Khalik ==


Khalik felt a little funny standing outside the officers quarters almost like waiting for a date to come out. While he was on the mission and on the planet when all $#!% went down he was not there when she supposedly pulled the trigger. Nor did he honestly know her that well as she had only been with the crew a few short days. He was still pretty sure there had to be something else to the story. So he was not surprised buy her release.


He knew that some of the security had treated her rather badly though and he felt that was a little preemptive. If she did kill this man in cold blood out of some sort of vengeance or some underhanded plot, then yes she would have no honor and should be cut down. However, despite that Torig was actually quite young he had seen enough stuff to know that there was a possibility of outside influence.


It would appear the jury or what ever it was of her trial found it that she was not guilty so that was good enough for him. Unless of course he was proven by her that she was not trust worthy. Then that would be a whole other problem.


Moments passed as he pondered all this with what would they talk about before her door opened again looking rather different. Different enough the young Klingon Security crewman instinctively reached for his phaser with the appearance of the new person.


As his eyes noted the facial features he slowly released the grip his fingers found on his weapon with some confusion on his face.


"Ma'am? Wow when you say your going to change you don't do it half way."


== Tag Maz ==


== Crew Quarters of Lt Murphy. PC, Lieutenant Commander Sothrick ==

== I know what you meant but for a moment I was worried with the (former) COS line.  lol  damn I got fired!?! lol==


At first the ships CO questioned slightly more of the mission but let Sothrick continue with his other reason for bothering the man and then responded to both.


Griffin squinted with suspicion as he looked at Sothrick. "Okay... Well, this is all good, and I look forward to hearing about much success with this project. But I need to bring up a few things. Firstly, I need you to explain what happened on the last mission. Where did you go? How did you suddenly reappear? This is a curious thing to say the least, and I've yet to receive a satisfactory explanation."
Sothrick thought of this and was all on his official report but he found many superiors preferred to hear the report from the 'horses mouth' to coin a peculiar human phrase.
He was aligning his thoughts on how to answer when the captain continued.
"Secondly, I have no direct authority any further to assist with your shuttle project - I have been reassigned."
The news surprised the Vulcan. As a man who preferred continuity and status quo, this put the big Chief off for a moment. He had just gotten used to the new First Officer turned Captain. He even found that the two worked well together and had hoped to become this mans First Officer some day. Now he has been reassigned.
"I am not your commanding officer anymore, Commander. I am now the Base Commander on Bravo. I will miss serving with you, but look forward to new adventures..." Added the Base Commander!
Sothrick felt this needed addressed first as he humanly, stuck out his hand with his words. "Congratulations sir. Well deserved, Captain. Perhaps when on Bravo we can get together as well. It has been an honor serving with you as well and I truly believe, despite its rather short time, I have learned from serving under you sir."
He shook the mans hand carefully measuring his own strength.
Letting this sink in for a moment, he made one more remark. "I am not your Commanding Officer anymore, Commander. I am now the Base Commander on Bravo. I will miss serving with you, but look forward to new adventures..."
"As for your earlier question that was going to bring me to one more thing I wanted to briefly touch on.
It would seem from the start I was pulled away from the Security Detail and transported, with my weapons rendered useless, to a small, crude makeshift... cell.
I was able to escape and begun to find my way through an unknown area where I found my self accosted by two Romulan guards then transported again to an unsuspecting Romulan. A Romulan that I incapacitated and was able to utilize the transporter controls to transport myself back to the Sheridan."
He took a breath with the blurting of all that information and begun again.
"I find it very concerning that our systems could so easily be interjected and a transporter beam could so easily be diverted to any ones whim."
"With the last two missions I feel that Security had become rather laxed and I had already enacted a few security protocols and wanted to go over more security measures, with you and the First Officer. However that would to seem to be something I should wait on, as it were?"
== Tag Capiton! ==

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#106839 SH/D02 - Quarters

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21702.02 @ 17:10 (05:10 PM)

==Jasmine's Quarters.==


Jasmine had just arrived on the ship with all her things. When she walked in, the others that she was going to be sharing with weren't there, more than likely because they were somewhere on the ship doing their duties as normal... Jasmine, on the other hand, had a sick feeling in her stomach from the nerves of finally being assigned and was worried about making a bad first impression to her fellow crew members.


Come on, you're here now! You only have one more challenge to complete before making dad proud. She thought to herself as she looked around the room, trying to find somewhere to put her belongings.


A few minutes later, Jasmine had put all her belongings away and had changed into a fresh uniform.


As she stood in front of the mirror, she smiled to herself and then looked down at the picture she held in her right hand. Although she didn't know for definite, her Father looked to be about her age when the picture was taken. He was wearing his Uniform and holding a PADD in his hands. His grin lit up his face and his eyes were sparkling.


Her mother had told Jasmine that it was a picture she took just after her Father had received his first assignment and that he had been so excited about telling her mother something but he had been waiting. He had been waiting until he had his assignment orders to show her, hence the PADD he was holding in his hands.


What her mother had told her, among other things, were Jasmine's inspiration to join Starfleet and be a security officer.


After returning the photo to her bag, she looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She had managed to control the sickness in her stomach and she now felt as though the adrenalin of going to see her fellow crewmen and setting that impression on them was her highest priority and all she could think of.


After pulling down her tunic at the front and checking her hair was within regulation standards and then walked out of the door and headed for the Bridge.



#104240 Seasonal Encounter...

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21612.24 @ 23:56 (11:56 PM)

== Okay, every year I do something like this... this is this year's version... Enjoy! MUAHOHOHO! ==


== Galactic Science Cruiser, USS Sonak, Deep Space, Near the Galactic Core ==


Stars here were close.  On average less than three  light years between.  Occasionally as much as eight.  Often less than one-point-five.  Very rarely more than five.  Never more than seven.  Close.  Considering where most of the people aboard this ship came from, stars with any habitability factor were much more sparsely spaced.  As a result the gravimetric distortions and radiation made most of this region incapable of supporting life.  But, as nature was commonly known to do, there were exceptions.


That was partly why they were here.  And the other reason was to scan the mass devastation left behind by the Federation and her allies at the conclusion of the Krynar War.  The devastation that had resulted in, as far as anyone could tell, the genocide of the Krynar as a race.  And the destruction of a half-dozen star systems as the anti-gravimetric wave created by the grasers firing in concert had spread dissipating but still taking out potentially billions upon billions of lives.


Sonak had been specially equipped with special mutli-layered metaphasic shielding to withstand the radiation.  The sensors had also been reinforced and enhanced.  An extra warp core had been added, and other systems, such as some of the recreational systems, had been sacrificed.


They’d been out here for nearly a year now.  There was a return gate, although it wouldn’t last forever in these conditions.  Most likely another four or five months and they’d have to head back, and the gate would itself collapse.  But for now they could, at least, send dispatches back and forth via probe.  And get resupplied.


Captain th’Rylak sat in his chair, as he did every day for about eight hours, while the real work was done by his science people.  They were collecting data, cataloguing everything that they could.  He was mostly here for… well he didn’t know what most days.


“Captain, we’re picking up an interesting reading,” reported Lieutenant Commander Nalen Quinn, the First Officer, who had a much better background in science for this mission than his Captain.


Probably should have been made Captain for this.  Would have been a better fit than I am.  Just because I was there when it all went down doesn’t mean I’m the person to command the survey.  I wonder if this was part of the backlash from the fleet split.


He’d been an ally, quietly, of Grayson when the fleets had split.  And he always wondered if he’d got this assignment to keep him out of the way.  He wondered what things were like back home now.  The latest dispatch, received over a month ago, had indicated that the Federation’s internal conflicts had ended, and that wounds were being healed.  But some wounds would take a long time to heal.


“What have you got, Commander?” asked th’Rylak.  Another few micrograms of space dust, perhaps?


“It’s a signal, appears to be artificial, sir,” said Quinn.  “It’s very weak.  We can’t even tell how far it is, only that it’s on a heading of zero-zero-zero from us.  From the direction of the galactic core itself.”


The galactic core.  A huge black hole that kept the galaxy together, spinning gently—well violently this close in—and keeping everything stable.  Nothing came from there.  Things only went into it.  Of course this wasn’t coming from the core itself, just that direction.


“Can we dispatch a probe to get a better reading?” asked th’Rylak.


Science Officer Voth, a Benzite Lieutenant Junior Grade who’d came aboard just before launch, answered.


“I don’t think so.  The gravimetric forces would make it impossible to keep it on course, and the radiation would likely render its sensors useless, Captain.”


th’Rylak thought this over.  An artificial signal.  Could it be a Krynar left-over?  Something still out here, after all that?  He had to investigate.  That’s what they were here for.  But he would also be very careful.


“Helm, turn us heading zero-zero-zero, mark—“ he looked at Quinn.


“Mark zero, sir.”


“Mark zero it is then,” the Captain finished.  “Still no indication of range?”


“It can’t be too far,” answered Voth.


“Course set, Captain,” answered Ensign Rrwarrka at helm.  The Mirak’s voice was deep, soft, soothing.  Almost like a large kitten purring.  th'Rylak new better than to make such a comment to the helm officer though.  He’d seen someone refer to a Mirak as ‘kitty’ during the last general war.  They hadn’t lived to tell about it.


“No more than a half light-year,” confirmed Quinn.


“Very well, warp one then, and engage when ready.  Forward sensors and shields to full.  Open hailing frequencies.”


“Channel open,” replied the Lieutenant at Tactical.


“Unknown vessel, this is USS Sonak of the United Federation of Planets.  We are here on a peaceful mission of exploration, and wish to make friendly contact in the interest of cultural exchange.  Please reply.”


He glanced back at Tactical.  She shook her head.  “No response.”

“Are they receiving?”


“We can’t tell, sir.”


“Put that on a loop.  Re-transmit with a twelve-second delay between for them to reply.”


He glanced at Quinn, who was at an auxiliary station.  Quinn looked up.


“No change, sir.  It is moving, though.  I think my distance estimate may have been off.  It was likely—“ he was looking back at his screen.  “My God, Captain!  It just went past us at—“


He seemed to be verifying something.


It was Voth who answered.  “Confirmed speed at Warp nine point nine-nine-nine-nine-nine, sir.  And accelerating.”


“Nothing can go that fast,” commented th’Rylak.


“What’s its heading?”


“It’s headed directly—“ Quinn looked up at Voth who nodded in confirmation and then Quinn continued.  “Directly for Earth, sir.”


“Get a signal out, transmit it via the gate.  We have to warn them that something… and we don’t know what… is coming.  Send them everything you have.”


Helm spoke up.  “Should I pursue, Captain?”


“No point.  All stop.  There’s no way we can catch that thing, whatever it is.”


“Captain, we did get a visual very briefly.  It’s highly distorted, and the computer can’t seem to reconcile it.”


“Put it on screen,” said th’Rylak.


The image was a blur.  There was a small red point streaking through space, followed by a brownish blob, or perhaps several of them, followed by something bright red and white streaked across the display.


“Can we clean up the image?” asked th’Rylak.


“Working on it now, sir,” said Quinn.  He was working at his console, and then stopped.  His only word spoken.  “Impossible.”


“Put it on screen,” said th’Rylak.


When it resolved it did seem impossible.


The three humans on the bridge gaped at it, Voth, th’Rylak, and Rrwarrka were just confused.


It looked like a small red and white cart with skis on it, a fat human—or human-looking person—with a long white beard sitting inside with piles of packages.  And in front of it, apparently towing it at nearly warp ten, were nine horned brown creatures, with the lead one having a bright red light as its nose.


“Captain,” Quinn finally said.  “I don’t think we should transmit this to Earth.”


“Why’s that?” asked th’Rylak.


“Because I’m not sure anyone would believe us…”

#120492 SH/D02 - First Officer's office

Posted by Cdr Harrison Boislevesque on Star Date 21710.10 @ 23:04 (11:04 PM)

Harrison wonder what Mori was doing when she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, he initially wondered if she was having issue with her physic and that the unborn child in her was playing and and she had decided to relax a little bit and do a few minute meditation.

''He is asleep..I think I can talk but I must be quick about it'' Lunori said in a whisper.

This was a curious thing to say as Boislevesque had no idea who she was referring to and it did make him wonder if she was going more insane.

I am definitely going to have to talk to Brooks about putting aside his issues and giving her a complete physical and he was emphasis on her mental health.

''Orano is my Cousin..I'm sure the Betazoid woman you spoke to said we can't be near each other correct?'' she added

At least that told him how to two ladies were connected and he listened intently as she went on to explain why her and Orano weren't allowed to be in contact with one another as it had something to do with her old job as part of the Betazed House Guard and that she had been accused and found guilty of a murder of a man and that she had been excommunicated from the planet and her own kind.  Harrison knew that Mori was telling the truth about what she said as he had seen the look in her eyes before when the situation was serious enough to warrant, so there was no need to question her any more on the subject.

He grabbed his coffee and downed the rest of his Raktajino and wondered if she was going to add anything else to her statement.

''I don't know much what I'm doing here..I was on the Cop and all the sudden I was being transfer here with out my say so it is as if someone put me for transfer..and don't get me started about this marriage nonsense I hardly know the man and he said we where contracted to marry since birth and grr to much''

This was defiantly ringing alarm bells in his head and it meant that his friend and colleague was in trouble and he needed to do something about it, however there was going to be only his word about things, being that he hadn't had the computer record the conversation that they were having as he hadn't expected something like this to be going on.

He knew that Mori was getting tired and he could tell by her eyes and when she rested her head on his desk it confirmed it to him.

''My mind is going blank again he is waking up...'' she said scared

There was something about this situation that needed further investigation and he might even end up having some kind of conversation with the man whom was claiming to be her fiancé, to see if he could find out more about what was going on, he might even consider contacting Betazed to find out more about what was going on.

''I sorry what are we talking about?'' Lunori said after lifting her head off of his desk.

This question did throw Harrison slightly as he wasn't sure which way to answer, so he decided to improvise slightly and lie.

"We were discussing what had happened on the Copernicus after I left to come here."  This was a safe thing to say, being that he knew exactly what had gone on being that he had already had the conversation with Brook previously and he had told him everything.

"But that's not important now Lieutenant, I bet your tired and need to put your feet up and relax, how about I get you escorted back to your quarters and then you can relax before your shift starts in engineering tomorrow morning at 0800 hours" Harrison stated.

He knew his night was far from over as he would need to have a conversation with Brooks, T'Kol about things.

== Tag: Lunori ==

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