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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




#143160 Goodbye Old Friend / Hello New Friend

Posted by Adm Daniel Wueste on Star Date 21902.16 @ 06:15 (06:15 AM)

With the command transfer effectively complete, the Admiral had almost started to head back to his seat when Braggins asked him for remarks.

 

Is he joking?

 

Dan nearly protested, before thinking better of it.  This whole program was an act of such heart, generosity of spirit, and kindness.  He had begun to worry that the modern era of Star Fleet had no place for old warhorses like him.  He'd started to feel like a hopeless romantic adrift at sea amongst cold calculating logicians.  Perhaps there was more of the Star Fleet he'd known left than he had realized.

 

After taking a moment to shake both Paul and Tyra’s hands again, he approached the podium.

 

"Thank you, Admiral Braggins, Captain Crawford.  I appreciate you both affording me this opportunity today. You know, truth be told, I’m not quite sure how to handle all of this.  I have thoughts about it; that won't surprise those of you who know me, so, since Paul's made the fatal error of inviting me to speak with all of you, I'll do my best to articulate them."

 

He paused, taking a second to collect and attempt to organize the thoughts and feelings which threatened to boil over.

 

"Today's event really serves to punctuate how much has changed since Gettysburg's launch.  So, I think what I'd like to tell you is that days like today are important.  So often when we look back, and I don't care how old you are, I think this is close to universal, we have a tendency to either apply so much nostalgia to a memory that it ceases to be real, or we second guess our own actions so greatly that our own internal judgment clouds the truth of the moment.  Days like this are important because they allow for something special, positive reflection.  Whether you served aboard the Gettysburg, or this is your first time in any proximity to her, today's event allows for the opportunity to reflect on her legacy without having to pass your own judgments about what that legacy might be."

 

The Admiral surveyed the crowd.  He was pleased to see Gabe Archer among the friendly faces he found looking up at him.

 

"As I look out at all of you, I see faces both familiar and new.  Now at my age, that's a good sign.  When I start thinking I know everyone in a room, it's probably an indication that I've been consigned to the Federation Funny Farm."

 

It was a joke, though only just so.

 

Senility waits for no man…

 

"The Gettysburg holds a special place in my heart, as I’m sure she does for many of you.  She has a history all her own now, but when I first took command of her, she was still fresh out of spacedock.  It's worth noting that I wasn’t just her first CO, I actually picked her off the list of available ships, I picked her dedication quote, I researched and documented the lineage of the past ships to bear the name. As a student of Terran history, the name Gettysburg carries with it great significance. I won’t bore all of you with a history lesson about the American Civil War, but know that the place for which this ship was named is hallowed ground for Terran civilization.  It is for that reason that my personal residence on Earth is in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.  It is for that reason that when Admiral Beckett asked me to select my command, I knew, without hesitation, I knew it had to be the Gettysburg."

 

He wasn't sure if the crowd was still with him, but the words were flowing now.

 

"That said, I recognize that despite the place she may still hold in my heart, she's no longer a new ship, in fact she’s become the oldest active ship in the Fleet.  Time's funny like that and, in a way, if you take nothing else from this event, let it be the acceptance of that.  When I think of the Gettysburg, I don’t just think of all she's accomplished, but I think of my late wife.  I think of the life I once imagined for us and the life that instead came to be.  That's what the passage of time does, it changes things, it focuses things.  So, as you think of the Getty today, think back on your own careers, long or short as they may yet have been, and think of the life you have, or want to have.  Take the time to take stock of what is important and hold it close. Time waits for none of us, but we have a choice, each and every day, to make sure each moment counts."

 

His focus was firmly on the Gettysburg’s outgoing crew as he brought his speech to a close.

 

"Our words may be recorded for posterity, but it is the actions of the brave officers of Star Fleet who have served aboard Gettysburg that have truly made the mark on history. So, I think in this moment it is especially fitting to remember the words of President Abraham Lincoln, forever recorded as Gettysburg's dedication quote: 'The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.'"

 

"Thank you all again. I wish each and every one of you Godspeed in the adventures that lie ahead."

 


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#142184 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Cdr Dietrich Kaiser on Star Date 21902.01 @ 03:10 (03:10 AM)

==Farewell Intrepid Thread==

 

Captain Archer, Commander Kaiser, and Commander Rage stepped off the turbolift and headed for the docking port.  These were their final steps on the USS Intrepid and each of them had said their goodbyes.  Rage and Kaiser, however, knew something the Captain didn't.

 

When they approached the airlock, the stood in front and the circular doors parted revealing the gangplank to Pioneer Outpost lined with the crew of the Intrepid.  The Captain didn't know this would be there.

 

Kaiser turned to his Captain and extended his hand.  "This is for you, Captain."

 

After shaking his hand, Kaiser and Rage made their way through the lined crew to the end to be the last to see their Captain off.

 

Kaiser took special note when his foot set foot off of Intrepid and onto Pioneer.  At the end of the line, he turned back to see the mostly windowed corridor show the massive Intrepid and his heart ached a little.  A smile returned to his face as he saw the crew shaking hands with their Captain.

 

==All Intrepid Crew are invited to partake in the line==


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#148306 New Star Trek TV Series!

Posted by Cdr Serran Zan on Star Date 21907.21 @ 19:34 (07:34 PM)

In case anyone on the planet hasn't seen this yet, full trailer for PICARD dropped at Comic Con! I may have cried, just a little. 

 

https://intl.startre...6J33GtpmMPUvICg

 

https://io9.gizmodo....an-l-1836393349


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#142514 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Capt Gabriel Archer on Star Date 21902.05 @ 03:01 (03:01 AM)

Captain Archer felt his heart aching as he stepped off the Intrepid and into the docking port of Pioneer. It was strange how life went full circle. Many years back he had stepped off Space Station Sierra Eighteen to Command the Intrepid, now he is moving off the Intrepid into a Sierra classed Outpost which, according to RAdm. Jal he is likely to take command of. 

 

At least this time my last command is not being blown up by the Krynar....

 

To his surprise, he saw the Intrepid's crew lining up the corridor ahead. Someone blew a whistle and the crew stood at attention as he approached.

 

What... is the meaning of this...

 

"This is for you, Captain." Kaiser explained.

 

Gabe was speechless... he walked over and started shaking hands and saying a few words to every single member of his crew. He got to know them well over the years, and now was his chance to say thank you. Fortunately, he learned that a good number of them will be assigned to Pioneer station. However, the majority of his senior staff will be needed on one of the newer exploration ships where their expieriance in ship operations will be most needed.

 

"Thank ye, Cap," Erdos smiled. "Ti'was an honour, servin' under ye. I'll go wherever I have tae 'n' serve whoever I'm assigned tae from now on loyally, givin' them my heart 'n' soul, but nobody cannae ever take yer place."

 

"Thank you Doc, you will do great things in Star Fleet I am sure. I am proud in what you have accomplished during your short stay aboard the Intrepid." Replied the Captain, "Keep up the good work and pass by my office any time you stop at Pioneer. Drinks are on your old Captain!"

 

A few officers later it was Price,

 

“I… I’m so grateful for my time here.  The last four years aboard the Intrepid have been unforgettable. I’m honored to have served such a fantastic commanding officer on an amazing vessel. Thank you, Sir... And good luck." She said.

 

"Thank you Michelle. Make sure you come visit the next time you stop by here, alright?" Gabe said.

 

Soon after that, Archer found himself shaking hands with MacClare.

 

 "It has been honor serving under you, Sir. The best of luck to you in your next assignment." She said.

 

"Likewise," Gabe said, "All the best to you Ensign."

 

It was then that someone pointed out to the window, and Archer turned to see his ship, formal ship, the USS Intrepid, powering up and starting to move away from Pioneer Outpost. There was a moment of panic in his heart, he needed to get back on the ship right now, but his head stepped in and put that thought to rest, The Intrepid was no longer his. Some Admiral behind a desk somewhere had made sure of it. Yet this was not the end for him, his story was not over yet,

 

There was a collective groan as The Last Avenger jumped into warp and disappeared from view. Taking with it a part of Gabriel's very soul.

 

Farewell Intrepid. we will never forget...

 

Archer turned around and address the gathered crew.

 

"Thank you all for doing this. I means the world to me that you are here and that you participated." He started. "Your new assignments will be coming in shortly, Chances are I will be taking command of this outpost, and many of you will be assigned here with me. Some of you will not. To those I say, farewell and it's been an honor, To all of you I say, remember your time aboard the USS Intrepid, and use what you learned to continue to serve the Federation with the same level of excellence expected of us. I am sure you will make me proud wherever the wind of change takes you. Safe journeys and until we meet again,"

 

Gabe turned to Rage and Kaiser.

 

"Kaiser and I will be heading to meet Commodore Tregelen. Did you learn of your new assignment yet? Arcber asked Rage.

 

  

 

 

 


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#142271 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Ens Elaina MacClare on Star Date 21902.02 @ 03:44 (03:44 AM)

== Farewell Intrepid Thread ==

 

Elaina arrived at the docking port and found a place in the line that was forming of the Intrepid crew to see their Captain off.  Her eyes were teary, but she tried to keep her composure.  Her heart swelled with pride to see the corridor lined with all the members of the crew.  She was grateful to have served on this ship and with these people.

 

Rage and Kaiser walked ahead of Archer, taking their places at the far end of the line. She smiled at the two of them as they passed by.  Time seemed to stand still, almost as if this wasn't really happening.  Elaina tried to capture this moment in her memory of the whole Intrepid crew being together one last time, honoring their Captain.  

 

As Archer came nearer, she straightened her shoulders and tugged on her jacket to smooth out any wrinkles.  Once the Captain got to her place in the line, she reached out to shake his hand.  "It has been honor serving under you, Sir.  The best of luck to you in your next assignment."

 

Elaina watched as the Captain reached the end of the line, where Kaiser and Rage were the last to see him off.  This is goodbye...  She felt the tears forming in her eyes.  USS Intrepid, may she fly forever in our hearts!


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#141542 New Ships and New Horizons

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21901.21 @ 00:06 (12:06 AM)

As some of you might be aware if you are keeping up with reading Pioneer or have been checking out the Facebook group or the Discord chat there are a few changes coming soon with regards to two of our ships here on Fed Space, specifically the Intrepid and Gettysburg.

 

After much discussion between the admins we have decided to retire the more 'warship' classes from Fed Space in favour of a more exploration orientated design. This is in part due to our new position at Pioneer station and our mission profiles leaning more towards exploration than war. Does this mean that we wont have conflict? Of course not, we are exploring the unknown and who knows what is out there. That is where the Intrepid and Gettysburg come in.

 

Intrepid

 

The Intrepid launched on the site 6 years ago this month under the command of Captain Gabriel Archer. The crew had transferred from Space Station Sierra-18 after its destruction at the hands of an invading, at the time unknown threat. Over those 6 years the command team of Archer and Kaiser have guided the ship through various missions with their crew but it is time for the Intrepid to retire.

 

The crew will be transferring to a new vessel, the USS Magellan FSC-28019 a Yeager Class Scoutvessel which will open up a much wider range of mission profiles for the crew and give them lots of exciting opportunities to post not just together but with the rest of the site while they are docked at Pioneer.

 

This will be the second ship to launch on Fed Space of the Yeager class, the first being the classes namesake the USS Yeager however it is the first to launch without the associated... baggage that the name came with (for those of us too young to know what im on about, the Yeager had a tendency to break every mission and on at least one occasion became a submarine).

 

After discussion with Captain Archer he has decided to step aside as Commanding Officer of the Magellan. Gabe has agreed to take on the role as CO of Pioneer which will give him more time to spend with his growing family while still enjoying the opportunity to post with members of the site as they pass through Pioneer.

 

RAdm Jal has agreed to take on the role of Commanding Officer of the Magellan while a more permanent replacement can be found so as not to delay the crew the excitement of moving out on their first mission.

 

Gettysburg

 

The Gettysburg is the longest serving vessel on Fed Space having been launched in June 2002 and been posted on consistently since then. For those of us not great with maths that is 16 Years, 7 Months, and 20 Days or 6078 days. During that time she has gone through a lot including 9 different COs (although 3 of those were Perry so its really 7 COs), she was involved in one of the first major site wide events with the destruction of Starbase 1 by the Borg, time travelling to attempt to fix it and encountering assimilated versions of themselves and eventually destroying a Borg queen (seriously, go read the Gettysburg history.). But all good things must come to an end.

 

The crew of the USS Gettysburg will be transferring to the USS Artemis EX-11000, a brand new Vesta Class Explorer. The Vesta holds the latest in Federation technology (that actually works, unlike the Beckett) and will be at the spearhead of the Federations exploration into the unknown.

 

I'm sure that you are all excited to see what happens with these new ships as much as I am.


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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…

 

AN ERUPTION!

 

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 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.

 

https://goo.gl/forms/Lbd1pBSj4wZYyj0Y2

 

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 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 Cdr 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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#84672 New Star Trek TV Series!

Posted by Capt Jane Fields on Star Date 21511.02 @ 19:45 (07:45 PM)

It's going to be made by the reboot film people, so I'm not sure I'll be able to watch more than 5 mins of it before wanting to throw something at the tv... :unsure:


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#15127 SA/D17 - The Drunken Tribble - The Bar

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21303.19 @ 11:01 (11:01 AM)

Sitting on a seat as hard as it was uncomfortable, Ren shuffled anxiously and yanked at the hem of her sky blue strapless dress.

Put yourself out there they said. Push yourself into new situations the said.

As the Aenar Hybrid sipped a drink high in alcohol and even higher in sugar content she tried to observe those around her. Tried to look without staring, to be part of the atmosphere without seeming out of place.

The bar was full and load, the floor sticky with split drinks and other unthinkable substances. In fact, everything seemed to be sticky in some form or another, which forced the scientist to avoid touching surfaces. The music pounded to her over-sensitive ears and she wondered, not for the first time, why she was here.

“The lost lab-tech!” exclaimed a voice, causing Ren to sharply turn on her bar stool.

A shock of red hair and emerald green eyes allowed Ren to place the woman immediately. The Trill was beaming with a glass filled with a dark thick liquid swooshing around precariously. A group of people surrounded her but as she planted her butt on the stool next to Ren, they dispersed, like bees leaving a flower that had closed for business.

Slamming the glass down on the bar Sie exclaimed, “what are you drinking?! By the symbionts! Bar keep, take this awful thing away and two more.”

Before Ren could object her cocktail was flung away and two more goblets of thick dark liquid appeared before them. Sie gulped the remainder of her first glass – or perhaps not her first considering the way she swayed in her seat – before taking a sizable gulp from the next. Hesitantly Ren picked her own drink from the adhesive bar and sipped it. The liquid burned her throat and seemed to fume through her nasal canal.

It took everything she had not to splutter and cough. “What is this?” Ren was able to hiss.

“Mothers milk,” Sie replied with a devilish smile as she threw a wink at a man across the bar from them, “if humans know how to do anything it's how to relax and how to drink. So bottoms up kid.”

Forcing a smile Ren took another tentative sip. Once she felt capable of speaking again she quickly floundered for a topic of conversation, “I thought you were just passing through.”

Sie's gaze wondered over the inhabitants of the bar lazily. “I was, but something kept me here.”

The sentence hung and hooked Ren into asking the obvious, “what?”

A smile pulled at Sie's blood red lips, “this.” Pale fingers reached into the pocket of her white silk blouse and pulled out a slide. It sat, glistening between her fingers and a mischievous glint hit her eyes as she put it away.

Curious now Ren decided to venture down the rabbit hole, “and what was that, exactly.”

“Possibly the biggest medical discovery since the cure of the common cold...to use a human reference,” Sie replied, a knowing smirk plastered on her face as she took another gulp from her glass.

Suddenly this meeting didn't feel so spontaneous as Ren slowly replaced her glass back to the bar. Who is this woman? Certainly not the type of person who would normally seek someone like her out. Not to 'party' with or even to drink with. She wanted something. She had dangled her line, exposed the bait. Only question left was, would Ren bite?

Sie was stunning, confident but hard. It was there, not easy to see but to someone like Ren, it was there. Perhaps her hindered eyesight allowed her to notice things most wouldn't but it felt that, behind the light in Sie's eyes, they were like stones. As if her every expression was a carefully placed mask. There was the potential for love there. Potential for caring. But something was holding it back. That something was what worried Ren the most.

“Well,” the hybrid stated, wiping a snow white strand of hair from her face, “I wish you luck with that...discovery.”

Grabbing her coat, which she had placed on the hard stool to give some comfort, she dragged her arms through it as she bee lined for the exit. The doors closed behind her and fresh air hit her nostrils. Instantly she relaxed, her shoulders dropped - Ren hadn't even realized the had been hunched - and she avoided looking behind her to see if red-haired Trill had followed her. Silence greeted her abused ear drums as she turned for the lift that would take her to the turbolift and to back to her guest room. For a brief moment she wondered if perhaps she had been a little paranoid.

But what happened next seemed to come out of nowhere. A hard poke from behind and a voice as hard as steel stated calmly, “I tried to ask nicely. You forced my hand. Co-operate and we go our separate ways. Make trouble and things wont end so cleanly. Take the lift.”

The doors opened and Ren stepped through, her breath quickening, her pulse racing. As she turned in the small room, doors closing behind, she looked into the face of what now seemed to be a very sober Sie.

“We have business to conduct, you and I.”


#144147 2019 Anniversary Presidential Address

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21903.08 @ 02:10 (02:10 AM)

Greetings all,

 

Federation Space RPG started in March 2000 and over the years we have had many ups and downs and seen countless people come through the gates, some of which enjoy it so much that when they leave they come back again and again and again (insert joke about not being able to give up Fed Space here). As we move into our 20th as a community we look back on the previous year we have had and what a year it was.

 

Site Membership

 

Site membership has once again remained quite steady this year. We have had some people leave but we have also had some people come on board, even had some that have returned.

 

Fleet Changes

 

There have been a few fleet changes since this time last year, most notably the Beckett launch and closure along with the Intrepid and Gettysburg reassignment. I have gone over in detail why we moved the Intrepid and Gettysburg crews to new ships recently so I wont go over them again here but I did want to talk about the Beckett. When the Beckett was launched it was the brain child of our former President and it was meant to serve as his command. When he decided to retire from the site we had a decision to make and that was regarding what happened with the Beckett. After much discussion it was decided to, in game have several of the brand new technologies fail on its maiden voyage much like the Excelsior and the Transwarp drive did in the movies and the crews moved to other ships to bolster their numbers. This was done due to many factors but mostly because we felt that as it was Perry's project and the plans he had for the ship that it was best to retire the ship. The class still exists and is being worked on in game by the Corps of Engineers so who knows, maybe you will see the class again in the future.

 

Leadership Changes

 

As I touched on above, there was a significant leadership change last year. When Perry and Andrea left and Dan Wueste stepped back from most of his roles that left a large gap in the leadership team. I am thankful to the new leadership that stepped up during this time and I believe has done an excellent job with keeping things moving along and not just moving but progressing forward. Much like the Gettysburg and Intrepid I don't want to go too in depth here about it as it has been explained in other threads.

 

Presidential Elections

 

Due to the leadership changes last year the in game elections were not held. Now the ball is in your court with this one, we can either run the elections this year and play with some timelines and pretend that they happened last year or I can just make a winner and play as them. I will create a poll and you will have until the end of the month to vote on what we do. These are in game elections only and are just meant to be a bit of fun.

 

Yearly Awards

 

The yearly awards will be run again this year, I will be posting the nomination forms shortly. These awards were created to be a tongue-in-cheek look at the fleet with awards such as 'Character I would most like to date if they were real', 'Most technobabble', and my favourite 'Best English as a Second Language player' which I myself have won a couple of times (being Australian and all apparently I don't speak English?). These awards are not meant in any way to be offensive to anyone. I encourage everyone to nominate and vote in the awards, they are a great way for the community to show recognition to its members for the great year that they have had.

 

Thank you all and I look forward to another amazing year.

 

Aaron


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#142498 MA/X02 - Crew Discussion

Posted by Cdr Serran Zan on Star Date 21902.04 @ 22:17 (10:17 PM)

Hi folks. I should be able to get posts up shortly, been worn out working full hours again since the weekend. Good news is that my vision is back to normal after the minor op last week. Now all the letters on the screen are clear, rather than only half of them  :)


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#142462 MA/X02 - Crew Discussion

Posted by Dr Tobis Ryn on Star Date 21902.04 @ 13:47 (01:47 PM)

I'm really beginning to like this ship :)

 

 

Though my roomie is a nutter :P




#137540 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Cdr Sothrick on Star Date 21810.11 @ 20:52 (08:52 PM)

Suddenly Sothrick was assaulted by a sensory over load. His mental barriers were... were annihilated. At first he was confused, the onslaught, confused him and he forced his chair back from the table.

 

He had his barriers up, barriers that he had trained years to create, maintain and strengthen. Perhaps they were weekend because of his reach to connect with S'hiarra. No that wasn't it. It was...it was, Kamiro.  She was a much stronger telepath. It was harnessed, leashed but something broke it.

 

He took a moment pinching the bridge of his nose and rose his head back up shaking the images from his mind.  What, was that! His mind raced to sort the pictures. It was full of images, people, places he knew not. Well most, he saw glimpses of a few faces, Shione's. Through it all he felt her, Kamiro's, emotions, her emotions were overloaded too.

 

"...I'm not ready!" She abruptly stated. Sothricks eyes, still black as midnight, slowly raised to meet Kamiro's. Her words were not for him. He flashed a look at Shione.  What did she do?  His mind raced.

 

She had been alone, content at being alone and isolated, then suddenly thrown into an all to personal dance with strangers, strangers until tonight.

 

She, Deklos, continued through the outburst and continued her answer to Sothrick about his father. Then made her exit announcement.

 

Sothrick now realized. He realized there was much more to Deklos and she was hurting and...

 

As she moved to leave, Sothrick rose from his chair. "Shione, S'hiarra is perhaps having issues with my father, would you keep an eye for her and let her, them, both know I am escorting Lieutenant Deklos to my runabout. I will return with haste."

 

He looked back at Kamiro expecting that she wanted to escape the dynamic around this table and would offer resistance to him coming with her.

 

"The Gargoyle has been updated and will not allow you aboard with out myself, my father or..." Sothrick gave a look at the other table with Matt and Charlotte sitting at it. "...or Ensign Phoenix there, who did most the changes. I can get you aboard and add you to the accessibility and give you clearance to the ship." He added as he gestured towards the door.


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#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…”




#143069 MA/D01 - Bridge

Posted by Mid Nathan Ramius on Star Date 21902.14 @ 15:40 (03:40 PM)

== Temporary NRC – Security Crewman Recruit James Green ==

 

The turbolift doors finally opened, and for that James was thankful. Despite being such a small ship, it seemed like the ride took forever. Perhaps it was the ‘delivery’ that he carried, or the fact that he had to face several of his colleagues as they got onto the car with him before off loading onto Deck 2. Several comments were made, and he couldn’t help but blush at all of them.

 

This isn’t mine, and it isn’t for me… he had wanted to say to them, but he kept his mouth shut. Denying would only egg the rest of them on.

 

Computer, location of Lieutenant Michelle Price,” he said loud enough for the whole Bridge to hear.

 

[Lieutenant Price is currently manning the Auxiliary Bridge Station.]

 

James approached Price, holding in his arms a couple of items:

 

The first and most obvious was a large floral arrangement, which was big enough to be noticeable, but not comically so. It certainly made a statement, but alongside the more usual fair for such an array were two other flowers: entwined together on a semi-coiled spring that seemed to make them dance with any movement were the State Flowers of North Carolina and Massachusetts; the Flowering Dogwood Blossom, and the Mayflower. The latter of which was quite fragrant, and gave the whole set an uplifting smell. Lastly included was what seemed to be a handwritten note on a spike, in Nathan Ramius’ writing, on an old-fashioned parchment. The note read as follows:

 

[Dear Michelle,

 

Every step of our dance, with the lights and sounds of the party, is frequently the object of my thoughts. Your warmth, smile, bright eyes, and the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when nervous, bring large dumb grins to my face, you know the ones... usually at times when I shouldn’t smile at all. When I felt so lost, you managed to find me, and pick me up. I hope my gifts do the same for your despite our distance.

 

Happy Valentines Day,

Ever yours,

Nathan Ramius]

 

“Ma’am,” Crewman Recruit Green stated, “these are for you, from a Nathan Ramius.”

 

He handed off the floral arrangement first, so that he could better handle the other two pieces of cargo he carried. Two boxes, one was heavy and of a medium-large size, the other just a small box – both covered in shiny teal wrapping paper, and tied off with white and red ribbon.

 

The medium size box was quite heavy, and the something inside felt like a singular object. When opened, it was stuffed with orange and teal tissue paper, before revealing a hand-carved box. Made out of Kingswood, it was sanded and polished to perfection, gleaming in the lights of the Bridge. Even the aromatics of the wood seeped out, providing that freshly carved fragrance. When opened by a gold latch, a typical sounding music box tone played to the melody of “Silver Bells." Inside, two hand carved figures, rotated around, both fully painted to look like Michelle and Nathan at the Christmas Party: with specifics like one with a cranberry dress, the other showing a tiny, yet recognizable, boutonnière. On the bottom of the box, was a large heart carved into the wood like someone might do to a tree, with the initials in boyish print, “M.P. + N.R.”

 

Lastly, the tinier box contained a small memory chip meant for the holodeck. Another hand-written note explained what was in storage: four different dance routines, all of them with Nathan as a dancing partner. The beginning of the simulations were just practice routines for different ballroom dances: East Coast Swing, The Lindy Hop, The Tango, and the much harder (and steamy) Pasodoble. Included in memory were replicator patterns for clothing appropriate to each, with the East Coast Swing and the Lindy Hop having era specific military clothing.

 

The note specified to choose one of the routines to learn, and a subspace message would automatically be generated to let Nathan know which to study as well. Once the practice dancing had finished, a more realistic dance would follow, each being in a different venue. East Coast Swing in a French Dance Café within Paris, the Lindy Hop in a small jazz club in Harlem, the Tango in a darkened and smoky VIP Club, and lastly the Pasoboble, in a huge ballroom of a Royal Spanish Palace. Eventually, the note made clear, they would dance their routine in a yet to be revealed location.

 

With his delivery made, James turned tail and headed straight back to the Turbolift, to make his escape.


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