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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 3, 2017 22:53:47 GMT
Mission 1 – Training Cruise - Part 1 Sim Date: 5/28/2016 IC Date: May 24, 2370 TIME: 18:36:00 Stardate: 47393.90 Attendance: 6 Dharmahelper – Chief of Security InsertNameHere33 - TAC JaggedJimmyJay - CENG Moving pictures07 - HELM SpaceDaisy42 - CO SokothQultuq - SM
Mission Briefing: Your mission tonight will be an exploration of the Orion Nebula, It’s been a while since anyone’s visited this nebula which is one of the closest to earth. You’re at Starbase 001 in orbit of Earth, docked.
================ =/\= ========================= =/\= ================== Location: Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth Duty Log Entry: Commodore Jenkin, Andrew Brian
The screen comes alive and focuses on Commodore Jenkins standing at a set of floor to ceiling windows looking out at the Starfleet Academy campus below watching the cadet’s move below. “Commandants log, Stardate 201605.28,” His brow wrinkled as turned back to his desk. “The USS Texas still has not returned from the Orion Nebular, the sensor feed from the ship showed something unexpected as they approached the Orion Nebula, a debris trail. The ship’s Acting Captain made the decision to enter the nebula and follow the debris trail. Luckily the sensor buoys set in place to observe them as they explored the nebula are still transmitting back so we were able to see what the Texas found.” He shifted in his chair uneasy. “A massive ship. I’ve never seen anything like it. The Captain was right to follow her intuition. As the Texas approached the vessel we lost our sensor feed from the Texas after they passed into the vessels gravity field. So now we wait to see what the outcome will be. At the moment we have the USS Bradbury standing by in case of trouble but we’ll let the Cadets go for gold, it’s not every day you get this sort of opportunity.” He said shifting in his chair a good bit uneasy and shut down the recording device. The Starfleet emblem appears and the screen fade’s to black.
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An aged and seasoned man strolls out in front of the conference hall, coming slowly to a stop in front of a large screen adorned with a large Starfleet Academy Logo. He stands there waiting as the room quiets down. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts, he scratches at a balding spot at the top of his head. After a long moment he glances up. "Welcome cadets!" he says and begins a slow walk towards one side of the stage. "Today you will get to live the dream. You get to go out there into the vastness of space, or at least a short distance into space and take part in an exercise in which you will be judged on your performance." he turns and starts pacing the other direction. "Now we have three vessels going out, each on its own specific mission." he stops and turns. "Altar Misfits, will be assigned to the USS Ohio with Captain Doan." he continues to pace, once again stopping to glance at the next group. "Lady Lucks, you get the USS Vermont with Captain Stennis." he continues and once again comes to a stop turning to stare at you and your classmates. "The Syndicate, you will be taking out the USS Texas. You'll meet your Captain aboard ship. Be gentle, she's and old ship but she still has it where it counts." he looked to the rest of the class. "Get with your Class Quartermaster and head to your ship, Dismissed!" he said as he strolled from the room.
About an hour goes by, you get your uniforms issued and after a short shuttle ride up to Starbase 001 in orbit around earth you peer out and see the your approaching a vessel, she's a Miranda Class vessel. She certainly does not show her age but you know by the looks of her she's certainly one of Starfleet's Earlier models of the Miranda class. The shuttle glides into the shuttlebay and settles to the deck, the engines quiet down and the door slides open admitting you to your first vessel, the smell of the recycled air is unique but tolerable.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:23:17 GMT
Mission 2 – Training Cruise - Part 2
Sim Date: 6/4/2016 IC Date: May 25, 2370 TIME: 06:11:19 Stardate: 47395.22 Attendance: 6 SpaceDaisy – Commanding Officer DharmaHelper – Chief of Security InsertNameHere33 – Tactical Officer FourOfShades – Chief Science Officer MovingPictures – Helmsman SokothQultuq – Sim Master
Mission Briefing: The USS Texas (A Miranda class vessel) Entered the Orion Nebula after spotting a debris trail leading into the nebula. They have docked with a massive egg like ship that is very old, has sustained damaged to its starboard engine as far as you can see from the exterior. Communication was established only after docking was made with the vessel, though alarming it seemed harmless. A "HELP" message was transmitted to the crew prompting an away team to board the vessel. The Captain and Chief Engineer headed aft towards the engine room while the Security and Tactical Officer headed forward where they found 2 dead Romulan Corpses. The Chief Engineer began detecting an overload from the vessels battery system which has been caused by damage to the engines.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: Starbase 001, Docking Level, USS Texas Duty Log Entry: Commodore Jenkins, Andrew Brian
The commodore sat just outside the airlock gantry staring out at the USS Texas, he had a bit of a grin gracing his lips as he watched the ship finish powering down after a successful docking. The ships Acting Captain strolled off the ship and over to where he was sitting flopping down into the chair. “Captain,” he said with a nod. “You look well.” He said ribbing the woman who had just had to undergo radiation treatments.
“Aye,” she said, holding her stomach as she leaned back into the cushy chair. “An experience I don’t wish to repeat anytime soon.” She shifted uneasy in the chair. “I take it this isn’t a simple social call since you’ve denied everyone aboard shore leave?” she asked with mild curiosity in her voice.
“Indeed, your very astute.” He held out a Padd. “You’ve been authorized a training cruise. You’ll take the current crew with a few additions out on a six month training cruise. I’m fairly certain you can handle it.” He nodded to the Texas. “How’d she fair?”
With an eyebrow raised she slowly looked from the Padd to the Commodore. “It’s been a while since we’ve done a training cruise this long, the last one was what. The Enterprise?”
He nodded sagely. “A disaster to be sure. Starfleet feels like this would be a good time to try a simple cruise, not too far from Earth and out of the way of all the trouble area’s Starfleet is managing right now.” He reached down beside him and took up a mug. “This could be a good thing for Starfleet.” The man took a long pull from the mug. “Think you can handle a bunch of cadets for six months on some routine cruise?”
She nodded. “They did very well with the Alien vessel we encountered, a little rowdy but they did well.” She stood slowly. “I guess we had better get under way then…” she said nodding to the Commodore.
“Bring my ship back in one piece will ya?” he said, a smile gracing his lips.
“No promises…. They are cadets!” she disappeared through the airlock.
Slowly he stood himself and turned back to the recording device. “For the record,” a frown slowly returned. “I think this is a bad idea…” he looked down at his cup then back out at the ship as it began powering back up. “God speed!” he turned and started to walk away. “End log!” he said and the recording stopped replaced by the Starfleet Logo.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:32:41 GMT
(This was something I wrote up to introduce the Tempest and Oliver Savage since the crew was at the time playing their character's over on the USS Texas which was a Trainee ship, to show how they got together on Lyshan III) USS Tempest NCC-1852-A "The Battle of Lyshan III" Oliver sat back in his chair staring across the table, one of his eyebrows cocked in curiosity. “What do you mean no?” he leaned in and eyed his opponent.
The young girl sitting across from him giggled. “NO! Go fish!” she said slapping the deck of cards on the table between them making a pretty good attempt at a sinister glare.
He didn’t dare press the issue, he grinned and reached out and took one of the cards from the top of the deck and eyed her over the cards. “Ok. I see how it’s going to be!”
She continued to glare, and very quickly fell into a giggle as she lost her composure. “Ok… ok… do you have any…”
“Are you two at it again!” a voice called from across the room.
“She’s kicking my tail!” Oliver said turning to the woman who was standing across the room wearing a robe. “Save me!” he said in an overly dramatic voice.
The woman in the doorway grinned. “To bed with you evil one!” she said with a gesture to the young girl.
“Do I have too, were almost done!” the young girl said in mock despair. She slipped off the chair and started for her room yawning. “Night Ollie!” she said waving and disappearing into the room.
Oliver swept the cards into a pile and found that she had made her way across the room and had ensnared him about the waist. “She likes you!”
Oliver nodded. “I’m starting to get that feeling.” He put the cards in the wooden case dropped a hand on top of hers. “I’ve got duty early, I should probably go.” He said turning to face her.
She smiled. “You could stay?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea yet.” He shrugged. “I really should talk to the Captain about it first.” He smiled. “Don’t get me wrong Lori I want to but it’s not the right time yet.”
She nodded. “I understand,” she slowly moved away running her fingers down his back. “You cannot have the ships Executive officer dating one of the ships nurses without the old man’s permission.” She grinned as she made her way toward her bedroom. “I could make it worth your while.”
He sighed. “I hate you!” he said shaking a fist at her. “Soon enough.”
“Soon!” she said as she slipped through the door to her bedroom.
He stood there staring at the open door and the darkness beyond. He wanted to walk through that door but he knew he couldn’t because once that door was open it meant certain things. “Goodnight Lori!”
He heard her laugh from within the room. “Goodnight Ollie!”
Oliver turned down the lighting in the main part of her quarters and left heading down the hall towards the nearest turbolift. He stepped through the doors and into the lift standing to the side and leaning against the wall. It was a short ride before he was deposited on his desired deck, as he entered his Quarters he started stripping out of his uniform and headed into the bathroom starting up the sonic shower. He took a long look in the mirror and ran a hand over the stubble on his chin that had started to form.
He stepped into the shower and leaned against the back wall allowing the sonic waves to roll over his body. His muscles were still sore after his earlier work out and a bruise was still bothering him on his right thigh. It was nice and blue and black. He could easily see boot print on it now. He had managed to fall during their training exercise and someone trampled him when he fell. Only managed to land on his thigh but it hurt all the same.
Oliver’s eyes snapped open as the room was suddenly bathed in red, and the alert klaxon began to sound. “Red Alert, All hands to battle stations!” the night shift officer of the deck came over the ships intercom.
“Oh, this cannot be good!” he pushed out of the shower and moved quickly out into his quarters and began pulling on his uniform frantically, he managed his boxer briefs, an undershirt and his pants as he bolted from his quarters. Stepping into the lift he pulled both his socks on and his turtleneck shirt. It took another moment to pull his vest on, and as the lift arrived at the bridge he entered with his boots in hand moving to the center of the bridge. The Captain hand not arrived yet. “Report!” he said as he dropped in his own chair and began tying up his boots.
“We just received a Distress Call from the USS Lake Stevens, she’s under attack by an unknown enemy vessel. They’ve requested assistance and are heading towards the Lyshan system at maximum warp. That is about when they will have to power down they have already taken damage.”
“Very good commander, your relieved, Helmsman what is our ETA to the Lyshan System?” he said zipping up his vest just as the Captain exited the turbolift. “Captain.” He nodded.
“ETA is about 14 minutes at maximum warp!” the helmsman called out.
“What’s going on Commander Savage?” the old man with graying hair and a beard settled down into his chair. He was much how Oliver imagined Santa would if he was a real being.
“Distress call from the Lake Stevens, Unknown vessel, rendezvous in the Lyshan system.”
“Mr. Lucian what is the make-up of the Lyshan system?” the Captain asked.
“Uhh…” the man at the helm ran his hands across the console.” Three Stars, a Class A, F, and G Stars. Several planets, three class M. Most notable is Lyshan III which is a class M planet and appears to be the rendezvous point.”
Oliver exchanged glances with the Captain. “Nice place to drop out of warp I suppose. What do you think Captain Spencer is thinking?” he asked.
“No idea.” He frowned.
“Captain the USS Texas has signaled they are likewise responding and is in route.” The ships operations officer called out from the front of the bridge pulling their attention.
This made the two exchange glances. “The Texas?” Oliver said aloud.
“That’s not good!” the Captain said right away. “What is that Captain thinking!” he said looking back at the main viewer.
“Why do you say that?” Oliver asked a little confused.
“You don’t read the FFN do you?” the elder officer said looking back at him once again.
Oliver shook his head. “Nope. Bunch of crap if you ask me!”
“The Texas is a trainee ship!”
“What?” Oliver said a little louder than necessary. “I thought they stopped those after the Enterprise incident!”
The captain shook his head. “I sure hope that ship’s captain knows what he’s doing!” he glanced around the bridge. “Or this could be another disaster!”
The bridge was quiet for a long while, you could almost cut the tension with a knife, and finally the operations officer broke the silence. “Long Range sensors are picking up the Lake Stevens, and…” the operations officer fell silent for a long moment.
“What is it Lieutenant?” Oliver asked.
“I don’t know sir, it’s big!”
“Coming out of Warp on the far side of Lyshan III Captain!” the helmsman called out. Everyone paused for a moment to watch as the elongated stars snapped back to pinpoints on the screen and Lyshan rushed into view. The planet gave way as they slipped past and then the Galaxy Class Lake Stevens streaked into being. She was badly damaged, her nacelles were venting gouts of super-heated drive plasma, and they had clearly pushed the engines hard.
“Helmsman, close with the Lake Stevens. How long till the en….” The captain’s words cut off as a massive ship appeared from a tear inspace. It almost seemed like water. The vessel a mighty wedge with blue and green hues of light with a dark green hull color appeared. Almost immediately an almost neon green liquid began to encircle the ship. “All stop!”
“Scans?” Oliver said likewise in awe of the new vessel.
“Sensors will not penetrate that liquid!” the operations officer called out.
The Captain slowly stood up. “Let’s see if they lik...” the Captains words were cut off as an ear shattering sound rolls through the ship just as a alien vessel seems to pulse a bright white for a brief moment. “Report!”
“I believe we were just scanned!” the operations officer said rubbing one of their ears.
“Captain I’m pick up…..” The ship rocked hard suddenly as something struck it. “They’ve fired something at us!” he said as he regained his footing.
“Evasive Maneuvers!” Oliver called.
“Return Fire!” the Captain Barked!
“Shields are down to 95%!” the Tactical Officer called. “Returning fire!”
The ships phasers played over the vessels shields and seemed to send a gout of evaporation into space, the torpedoes fired seemed to be swallowed by the liquid, then more evaporation and cast off from the explosion, but no discernable damage. Another hard hit was returned by the Alien vessel in response, the vessel shook and sparks shot from some of the consoles on the bridge sending the pungent odor of burnt electronics into the air.
“Shields Down to 80%!”
“Reroute Auxiliary Power to the shields!” Oliver Called out over the alarms and hurried voices.
“Sir the Lake Stevens!” the operations officer called out. On the viewscreen the Galaxy Class ship was turning away and heading towards the planet. “She’s retreating!”
“They’ve taken heavy damage sir, systems are beginning to fail, they appear to have lost main power.” The Tactical officer said.
“Hail them!” the Captain barked.
“Helm, move us between the Stevens and the alien ves…” his voice was drowned out by the gasps on the bridge as a massive beam of energy lanced out slicing an angry red jagged line across the ships saucer all the way across the amidships hull and impulse engines to the port warp nacelle. The lights on the vessel began to darken, and the Nacelle began to spill drive plasma from the damaged area as well as the vents.
“Continue firing!” the Captain barked at the Tactical officer. “Attack pattern Omega!” he hollered at the bridge crew. Anger was creeping into his voice.
“The Texas just took two, they are not doing so well!” the operations officer shouted. “They just signaled requesting a coordinated attack over open channel!”
“Confirm via Text, tell them to follow our lead. Tactical Target one of those weapon systems and give it everything we’ve got!” he shouted. The alien vessel began to loom large on the viewscreen.
Another blast from the zipped past the viewscreen and held for a short time.
“In Range!” the tactical officer called.
“FIRE!” the Captain barked.
The Viewscreen lit up as both the Texas and their weapons plowed into the enemy vessel. A massive cloud of steam, neon liquid and debris floated free but the liquid just simply closed around the wound. The vessel fired two more of its weapons at them.
“Evasive!” Oliver yelled, but it was too late.
The two balls of energy slammed into the ship, one of them must have gotten some through the shields as alarms for decompression and other rang through the bridge. “Damage Report!” the Captain called picking himself up off the floor.
“Hull Breach on deck 4! Shields are down to sixty four percent. They got us good on th… “Another teeth jarring hit came this one was worse than the last, it sent everyone flying across the bridge as the vessel suddenly changed directions. Deep within the ship there were explosions which vibrated through the hull and floor.
“We’ve lost the Warp Field, the starboard warp Nacelle took a direct hit!” the helmsman called as she pulled herself back into her seat.
“Aft Torpedo’s are offline, shields are down to twenty eight percent!”
“Multiple hull beaches, emergency force fields are in place.”
‘INCOMING!” someone yelled. Explosions ripped through the bridge pitching bodies all over the place some recovered quickly a few didn’t move. The entire left side of the bridge was on fire and a jagged hole where a console once stood was the culprit. An EPS power conduit must have ruptured. Oliver scanned the bridge and spotted his Captain, his body not moving not far from the man’s chair. A large portion of the overhead superstructure lay across his body. “Captain!” he yelled moving quickly over to where the man lay.
“Oliver!” the mans voice was labored. Blood was bubbling up through his mouth. “Ollie!” he said, his free hand reached out and grabbed his uniform. “Save them!” he said, and his body went limp. Oliver felt overwhelmed suddenly, his mentor was gone the chaos on the bridge seemed to fall away. He knew the crew was busy fighting that fire and trying to get control of the ship. He stared at the man, his beard red with blood.
“Commander?” he heard the helmsman call to him.
He slowly looked up. “Yes?”
“Helm control has been restored, Engineering is reporting were on our way to a Warp core breach ourselves. The core has been damaged. Containment is going to fail. We need to abandon ship!” she said.
He slowly stood up and walked over to the helm dropping into the chair. “All hands this is Acting Captain Savage. All hands to emergency Escaped Pods, all hands Abandon ship!” he said and glanced over at her. “I’ll be right behind you!” he said nodding.
“What’s the plan Captain!” he heard his tactical officer ask him as he too was now back at his station.
“You’re going to get off the ship with the rest of the crew.” He ran his hands across the ships helm controls the helm was sluggish. “Computer Reroute all remaining power including life support to the shields, weapons, and propulsion.” He watches as the escaped pods all around the ship began to depart. “Lock us down one close to the bridge will you!” he asked hazarding a glance back at the tactical officer.
“Aye,” he started working on something.
“Where going to give them a parting gift!”
“The Texas just gave the Lake Stevens a nudge towards the alien vessel. They’ve taken heavy damage as well.”
Oliver looked up and saw the Lake Stevens go past them towards the Alien vessel. It fired into the hulk and then it exploded. The vessel wasn’t nearly close enough to do enough damage but it was enough. “Give them everything we’ve got left, even the blasted kitchen sink!” he ran his hands across the console an started the ship forward. Their trajectory would take them past the enemy vessel. “Computer Eject the Warp Core Ejection Hatch and the hatches for the Antimatter pods. Prepare to release them on my command.”
“You weren’t kidding!” the tactical officer was now hard at work launching everything they had at the alien vessel.
The ship shook hard as two blasts from the enemy vessel hit them. It caused Oliver to nearly go head first over the helm but he managed to hold on. “Shields?”
“Not much left!” the tactical officer yelled.
The vessel shook violently again as two more shots hit them. He began watching the range quickly dwindle down between the two vessels.
“I’ve lost weapons!” the tactical officer yelled. “Shields are failing!”
Oliver began rolling the vessel as they were very close. “Computer Release the Warp Core and Antimatter pods!” he put the ship on a curved course away from the Enemy vessel and as he was getting out of his chair and the lights flickered all over the ship and died the vessel was nailed hard sending the two of them flying through the bridge as gravity cut out for a brief moment.
“Emergency Power online!” the computers voice echoed through the nearly dead ship.
“Come on!” Oliver yelled as he dragged his aching body up and rushed forward of the Helm and operations console. He hauled the hatch to the Jefferies tube access open. His tactical officer was right behind him, a streaming head wound was his reward. They slid down the ladder to deck two and ran out into the corridor to find it was a huge mess. They climbed their way through the structural damage and came to the Escape pod. Strapping into it Oliver hit the hatch door and auto sequence. “Enjoy the ride!”
The emergency ejection sequence was not the most enjoyable but it was used in case of emergencies like this one. He had preset the Planet Lyshan III as their destination, and held onto the acceleration couch.
“Emergency Ejection Sequence initiated. Three…two…One…” The outside hatch blew free and the sudden acceleration slammed both of them into their acceleration couches. It had been designed to get the escape pod away from a ship who’s warp Core was about to go. This was no exception and right on queue. There was a bright flash outside and the Escape pod was hit by the shockwave. It suddenly went tumbling through space. Oliver’s vision blurred, red and black continued to creep into his sight until finally everything went dark.
The sound of reentry woke Oliver but briefly, what came next was both terrifying and painful. It came in bits and pieces. Screaming, straining metal, Impacts, Snapping of wood, Water, then more darkness. Oliver wasn’t sure how long it was before he woke, his uniform was soaked and he lay suspended by his restraints. Rain was drizzling through a gash in the side of the escape pod. The sound of rushing water became clear, as his eyes cleared he could see what appeared to be a forest outside of the damaged craft. He slowly snaked his hands up and hit the release on his restraints which sent him to the bottom of the craft. Orienting himself to gravity he sat there for a long while allowing blood to flow back through the rest of his body.
Aside from cuts and bruises and what he was sure was a concussion and some bruised or broken ribs he was alright. He slowly moved over to check on the tactical officer who was still in their acceleration couch restrained.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:34:27 GMT
Mission 3 – Training Mission - Part 3
IC Date: October 28th, 2370 TIME: 13:51:35 Stardate: 47823.50 Attendance: 6 CO – JaggedJimmyJay Sim Master – SokothQultuq Helmsman – SpaceDaisy Tactical Officer – Dharma Chief of Security – InsertNameHere Chief Engineer – MovingPictures
Pre Sim Information: It has been 5 months since you’ve started your Training Cruise, you’ve had some fun times and some not so fun times but it has been relatively busy the entire time. You visited the following locations Tellar, Terra Nova, Mizar, and the Plexion Nebula. The USS Texas is currently in orbit of the Trill home world as a resupply layover before starting back towards the SOL system to return to Earth and your final days at Starfleet Academy.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission: The Texas crew has bed down for the night, it is about 23:00 Hours aboard ship. Most of the cargo has been loaded and the crew was brought back from leave planet side earlier that day. In the morning they will be starting to make their way back to the Sol System and Earth. Duty Starts at 0600.
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The Audio recording comes active, there is a ting of static but the voice comes through clearly. “Commander Savage’s Log,” there is a long pause. “I have no idea what the current Stardate is. The USS Lake Stevens, Texas, and USS Tempest engaged a hostile alien vessel which was in pursuit of the Lake Stevens. All three of our vessels were either destroyed or damaged to the point where we were force to abandon ship. I managed to dump our core and antimatter pods on the thing before sending my ship off away from the alien vessel, hopefully she’s still up there. I’ve not had a chance to regroup with my people or anyone else for that matter I’m still working on treating wounded including myself. They are here!” he paused a moment. It sounds as if he’s drinking from a canteen. “I saw their drop ships for lack of a better term, they didn’t appear powered came straight down like a meteor. I’ve got to find my crew and meet up with the rest of the other Starfl…” the sound of something snapping twigs can be heard. “End log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:38:28 GMT
Mission 4 – Planet Fall - Part 1
IC Date: October 28, 2370 TIME: 16:50:18 Stardate: 47823.84 Attendance: 4 This was a Free Form sim mostly in which we used character names so they will be referenced here instead of posts. <Oliver> ^& SM = SokothQultuq <Johnny> - InsertNameHere <Elianna> - SpaceDaisy Spectator - MovingPictures
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================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Update: The crews of the USS Texas, Lake Stevens, and USS Syndicate have all gone to ground on planet. There are survivors spread out all over the planet. Some that you may or may not have met up with have spotted odd craft much like meteors come down the planet. You've got your escape pod an all its equipment. Which is roughly I believe 58 days of Food and Water.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: Lyshan III, Tropical Rain Forest COM UNIT 3252B21-116 - Emergency Log Recorder
There is a slight burst of static as the recording device comes online the audio sounds a bit as if its underwater for a moment then becomes clear. “Commander Savage’s log Supplemental. We’ve managed to account for about 83 survivors so far as people continue to come out of the woods into the camp. Sixty one from the Lake Stevens, thirteen from the Tempest and only nine from the Texas so far.” He pauses as there is some commotion nearby. “More arrivals!” he says.
“One of the Cadets took a small party out along with some Lieutenant from the Stevens, his name was…” he pauses as if trying to remember the name. “Johnny Clever, or Cleveland I think. Bit of a cowboy I think. They ran into something which he could only describe as cat like but fish like.” Another long pause. “They of course shot at it. All I could get from his companions was they shot at it, it shrugged it off seemingly and jumped into the trees out of sight. The way Johnny tells it is the most heroic story you’ve ever heard. So it remains to be seen what comes next. We are setting up a good perimeter and sending patrols out during the day to scout for food and water and any other building materials.”
“I spoke to one of the engineers who says he does not believe our distress beacon is getting out of the atmosphere because were getting bleed over from it on our comm’s which has pretty much made communicators useless. This has me worried. It’s starting to get dark out and I’m told this isn’t exactly the best time to be out here on this planet. It’s already starting to rain. I’m not looking forward to whatever is around the corner. End Log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:43:40 GMT
Mission 5 – Planet Fall Pt. 2
IC Date: October 27, 2370 TIME: 16:50:18 Stardate: 47823.84 Attendance: 4 SokothQultuq – SM/Oliver Savage InsertNameHere33: Johnny Cleveland SpaceDaisy42: Elianna MovingPictures07: Homer DeezNutzRRipe: Spectator
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It has been about 3 hours since the incident with the odd looking kitty. It’s starting to get very dark, and the rain is picking up as is the wind. There is a purple hue to the sky/clouds. Any attempts to use communicators has been met with signal issues due to the distress transmissions from the various escape pods. So they are essentially useless.
Most of the wounded have been stabilized but medical supplies are running somewhat low. Food stores from the escape pods here as well as what was brought by foot should hold out for about
30 days total. A roof has been erected, it’s not perfect but it’s helping keep the rain at bay.
For this sim you will be essentially posting as your characters just as we did last time. I will throw in some actions to move things along but otherwise its free form sim.
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The recorder begins and the slight trill of a sound occasionally can be heard as it continues to play. “Commander Savage’s log…” the sound of thunder can be heard outside. We’ve taken refuge in the escape pods for the night as a tremendous storm has rolled in but not before our resident…” he pauses for a moment. “I want to say trouble maker but it’s not too fitting. More like Trouble Magnet maybe. Johnny Freaking Cleveland…” he shifts in the confined space. “He apparently spotted something in the trees and began firing like a mad man which brought well… the entire forest came down on us. Couldn’t see what they were but they were not happy about being shot at by us. Part of me enjoyed stunning him when he wouldn’t stop but then I realized I had to drag him back to the escape pods and keep them off him. I’m glad that others came to help at that moment. Let’s hope he doesn’t hold a grudge when he realizes what happened entirely. We will have to see how the morning looks when we get there. This is one hell of a storm. End log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:47:05 GMT
Mission 5 – Planet Fall Part 3
Sim Date: July 2, 2016 IC Date: October 28, 2370 Time: 09:34:03 Stardate: 47823.01 Attendance: 5 Sim Master (SM) & Oliver Savage = SokothQultuq Johnny Cleveland – InsertNameHere Sully – DharmaHelper Captain CoolBreeze – DezNutz Elianna – SpaceDaisy
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As Johnny Cleveland and Sully awaken they find themselves in a damp cave like structure, the smell of saltwater fills the air. They both find themselves bound to flat rock slabs, tight binding material much the consistency of sea weed wrapped around them and the rock. Their bodies feel as if they cannot move anyhow, it’s as if they were given a paralytic. A creature, large an imposing is nearby moving their hands around in a tank full of aqua blue fluid, it almost glows.
The creature which you wager is about nine and half foot-tall hovers over Johnny, its features remind you of a cross between a cow and a fish. It has scales like a fish, gills, but it has the features of a cow. It runs a device across Johnny’s body then moves back over to the tank pulling what looks very much like a star fish from the tank then moves back over pulling Johnny’s mouth open and dropping the thing on it. As much as he wants to move, yell, scream at the thing he can’t as his body is immobile.
There is a brief moment of panic as he feels something force its way down his throat, a sharp pain but only briefly. The cow like creature lifts Johnny gently from the stone and he’s suddenly dropped into a deep tank of water where he is met by another of those cat like creatures he met before and took several shots at. This one grabs him and drags him along towards the bottom of the tank until he’s pushed against an upright slab in front of three aging cats, all with grey scales, long whiskers. Shortly after Sully joins him in front of them.
Johnny & Sully both notice that they are breathing fine under water. There are several sounds that can be heard in the water, slowly those sounds become words and are intelligible. It’s almost like a universal translator has suddenly been turned on.
“What species are you?”
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission: Johnny and Sully have been captured by the alien species, they are in a tank filled with water, there are lights which give the chamber an electric blue ambiance. They are able to breath thanks to the starfish like things that were placed over their nose and mouth. They also appear to act as a translator as they are able to understand the voices around them which previously just sounded like whale or dolphin like sounds or growls.
Oliver, Coolbreeze, and Elianna have just come to the edge of what they are certain is the camp. There is a large unnatural rock or coral like protrusion from the ground and what appears to be the makings of a small village around it. There is food cooking, and aliens roaming about, but the only signs of Starfleet are some remnants of uniforms and equipment that’s been gathered into a pile. The entrance to the large coral/rock like protrusion is guarded. There are no sentries around the camp but its clear that there are armed individuals in the camp. Some of the aliens milling about look like giant cats but with scales not fur, some look more like cows but with scales, they all have these blue glowing contraptions around their necks that look as though they are filled with a liquid substance. They seem to be going about their daily routines, oblivious to the presence of the team.
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The sound of movement through brush and mud can be heard over the recording, its unmistakable. “Commander Savage Log supplemental. Early this morning another camp was attacked, we heard it in the distance and decided to set out with a team to investigate. We arrived within a couple of hours and based on what we found I can only assume Johnny and Sully were here. We found some of their gear laying near the edge of the encampment. There was at least a dozen dead at the camp, we took the time to collect their communicator badges for identification purposes and buried the bodies we could find. This of course ate some of our time but we couldn’t just leave them like that for the wildlife to pick at. Were currently following the tracks left behind by whatever took the survivors of the attack and what I can only assume is also what took Johnny and Sully. Knowing Johnny, they must have been taken by surprise as we heard no other weapons fire. As much as he is a pain in the ass I do hope he’s alright!”
“He’s only a cadet Oliver!” Elianna’s voice called over the recording. “He’ll grow out of it eventually, may just be the stress of what happened, we all deal with it differently!”
“I know, and I agree with you. Hopefully he grows out of that before he goes into deep space or he could cause something very bad to happen.”
“He will, give him time!”
“Wishful thinking! Hopefully this will lead us to the camp of whatever took them. Either we’ll shoot our way in and out or I will need to come up with some kind of diplomatic solution to this. We just need to make contact! End Log!” the transmission ends with a pop.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:51:35 GMT
Mission 7 – Planet Fall Part 4
Sim Date: 7/9/2016 In Game Date: October 28th, 2370 Time: 16:15:28 Stardate: 47823.77 Attendance: 5 SokothQultuq as Oliver Savage & SM Space Daisy as Elianna DeezNutz as Captain CoolBreeze InsertNameHere as Johnny Cleveland & Sully MovingPictures as Homer
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Most of the prisoners aside from burns and other injuries sustained during the crash are in fairly good shape. Even the ones who were injured during the fighting and taken from our camp were healed and treated well.
The band of people is nearly at camp when we pick up in the next sim on 7/16/2016.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission: Johnny and Sully have been captured by the alien species, they are in a tank filled with water, there are lights which give the chamber an electric blue ambiance. They are able to breath thanks to the starfish like things that were placed over their nose and mouth. They also appear to act as a translator as they are able to understand the voices around them which previously just sounded like whale or dolphin like sounds or growls.
Oliver, Coolbreeze, and Elianna have just come to the edge of what they are certain is the camp. There is a large unnatural rock or coral like protrusion from the ground and what appears to be the makings of a small village around it. There is food cooking, and aliens roaming about, but the only signs of Starfleet are some remnants of uniforms and equipment that’s been gathered into a pile. The entrance to the large coral/rock like protrusion is guarded. There are no sentries around the camp but its clear that there are armed individuals in the camp. Some of the aliens milling about look like giant cats but with scales not fur, some look more like cows but with scales, they all have these blue glowing contraptions around their necks that look as though they are filled with a liquid substance. They seem to be going about their daily routines, oblivious to the presence of the team.
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"It's been an eventful few hours here. Johnny's Kitties, as we've been taken to calling them, held some of our people captive. It would seem the Lake Stevens somehow personally offended their gods during their last mission and they were seeking to punish someone for it. Unfortunately, the result is that Commander Savage is now laying over in the triage area in a medically induced coma. I have no idea what they did to him because I can't properly diagnose it without something better than a basic medical tricorder!"
Elianna can be heard sighing in frustration, "I don't have the equipment available to treat him here. These damn cats tell us to leave, but we can't get our emergency transmission out so Starfleet can rescue us! I don't know how long they will let us wait before they decide we are trespassing. We need to get the signal through soon, or Oliver is going to die and we may not be far behind."
A woman's voice can be heard calling from afar, "Dr. Kestran, We need your help over here!"
"End recording."
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 15:53:27 GMT
The normal Jingle for the Federation News Network begins to play as regular programming is interrupted... "We interrupt your regular scheduled programming to bring you live news coverage from Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco, we take you live to news Correspondent Richard Head on location..." The image cuts away from the news room to the view of Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco and an old man who appears to have prescription strength hair gel and a sour expression. “Were here live from Starfleet Headquarters where I’ve just been informed by sources inside that a great tragedy has occurred in the last few days. The USS Texas with a crew of 201 cadets and officers has disappeared along with two other vessels." The camera pans around behind him as a group of starfleet brass come out of one door in a heated conversation while walking towards another door. "Lets get some Answers!" the reporter says as he starts walking towards the group. "Hello, Richard head, FFN. Can you take a moment to answer a few questions?" "No!" one of them snaps holding a hand up in front of the camera. "The Federation has a right to know what is happening!" Richard says a bit over dramatically. "Fine! Fine!" one of them stops and shoes the others along their original path. "Here is what we know. A distress call was recieved from the USS Lake Stevens. The USS Tempest, and Texas were the closest ships and they responded and we lost contact with all three vessels. This is all we have at this time!" "Is it the Borg?" Richard asks. "No, its not the Borg. No further questions!" she says turning and walking away. Richard stands there for a long moment scowling at the woman. "Well there you have it." he slowly turns back to the camera. "Three vessels lost, no clue what Starfleets next plan of action is or was. No news of survivors." he looks back at the disappearing Admiral and then turns back. "We will get back to you as more develops. Richard Head, at Starfleet Headquarters in San Fransico." The image drops back to an official FFN splash screen and then returns to "regular scheduled programming". ((OOC: Something we used to do to relay clues to up coming future missions and other things. Figure why not bring back the FFN and everyones favorite news anchor. Richard Head. ))
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:03:10 GMT
((So Oliver was seperated from the crew and taken essentially to court, judgment was passed on his people and he was forced to go through a ritual attonment to avoid them all being sent into slavery or worse death. Since we couldn't really role play this at the time I just wrote a quick blurb about what happened and supplied it to the crew.)) "Atonment"
Oliver had that feeling, the hair standing up on the back of his neck. He could feel that large cat like being following him from behind. The rhythmic sound of his breather apparatus behind him. He wasn’t sure what exactly to do or what we coming but this was part of what being a Starfleet Officer was about. They passed through the opening at the dark structure it appeared almost obsidian in nature, a dark black rock or crystal like structure.
The room they entered wasn’t large, there were two large slabs of stone and a blue glowing tank full of what looked like Star fish. One of the cow like creatures who’s features were old and seemed labored approached holding one of the Star Fish like creatures and offered it to him.
“What is it?” he asked looking at it as he took it in his hands.
The cow like creature could only gesture to its face, more specifically its mouth. Oliver watched him for a moment then looked back at the large cat behind him who was staring intently. After a long moment he also did the same motion as the cat gesturing for him to put the thing over his mouth. Not in it luckily. Oliver was not fond of seafood so he was relieved at that.
He took the thing and slowly placed it over his mouth, he was surprised to find that it didn’t smell of the ocean and as he got it over his face and placed it over his lips and nose it seemed to suction itself into place, he felt panic as something reached down his throat, and then a sudden sharp pain. He felt disoriented for a brief second and his ears seemed to pop.
“You can hear now?” he heard a voice from behind him, it was the large black cat.
“Yes.” He said turning to face him.
The cat pointed towards a blue lit portal which was full of sloshing water. “Come!” he said and dove into the hole with familiarity and ease.
More cautiously he dropped into the hole feet first and found that he was in a tube of coral which lead him down below the surface. He followed the large black cat which seemed to swim with great ease. Seemingly more than it was able to move on land. Oliver actually found himself admiring his enemy. “Where are we going?”
“All will be told soon. Come!” the cat said and began slowly swimming toward the end of the tunnel.
They broke through into a very large chamber, this thing they were in was deceptively large. The cavernous area was in some ways breathtaking. Oliver felt a sudden surge of nervousness as he realized that the entire chamber was full of these beings, and at the bottom was a very large being. Much like a crab but without the large claws. He followed his companion down until they were near the bottom nearly face to face with this being.
“You stand to represent your people?” the old crab like being asked. Its voice was not as articulated by the translator star fish thing but it was enough that he understood it. Almost sounded like gravel was being rubbed together but in a way it made words.
“I’m Commander Oliver Alexander Savage of the Starship Tempest, I’m the ranking officer from my camp. I’ve come to request you release my people and in hopes that we can open up a line of communication between our people.” He said with open arms.
“You must atone!” it said pointing at him.
“I apologize but I don’t understand, what is it that I should be atoning for?” he asked. “If we’ve offended your people we do apologize, it was not our intent.”
“Never the less our gods demand you atone for your sins. You have breached the sacred barrier with your vessels, you must atone for your transgression.” It said. “Do you accept the challenge of atonement?”
“What must I do? And what will be the outcome?” Oliver asked.
“You wish your people to be freed, then you must win a contest of strength and endurance against Kalan’ulan. He is our representative in such things.” It pointed to the large black cat.
“I agree to your terms; might I ask one question of you first?” Oliver asked turning to look at Kalan’ulan.
“We will grant this!”
Oliver looked at the crab like being, “What happens if I lose?”
“Your people’s fate will be in the hands of Kalan’ulan.” It said flatly.
“So Don’t lose. Gotcha.” Oliver said to himself more than anything. He stared at Kalan’ulan. “So, how does this contest work?” The great cat had removed his above ground breathing apparatus and was watching him intently.
“We fight!” it said and suddenly was in motion.
“Fight…” Oliver felt a surge of panic, fear, and very abruptly pain as the large cat collided with him and sent him sprawling through the water. Oliver felt his lungs screaming at him as he got the wind knocked out of him. He quickly regained his breathing but in that moment of collectiveness he paid as he felt the cat’s great claws rake across his back. He spun in the water and kicked out catching the cat across the face surprising the two of them.
“So you can fight!” the great cat said moving back away.
“I don’t want to fight you but you’ve kind of leave me no choice.” Oliver said collecting himself.
The cat sneered. “Your people are counting on you!”
“I know,” Oliver swam towards the cat against his better judgement which seemed to catch him off guard allowing Oliver the advantage of a few punches and a kick to the cat’s torso. But this too proved unwise as Oliver felt himself flung through the water only to bounce off the sandy bottom.
“Where are your claws! Your fangs!” it asked as it swam above him as he got too his feet.
Oliver slowly swam up off the surface doing his best not to show the pain that he felt. “My species does not have these.” He showed his fingernails and teeth. “We generally don’t fight like this; we prefer peaceful negotiations.”
The great cat gestured to someone from the sideline. “Bring forth the Milk drinkers claws! This is no fair contest!”
A moment later another cat swam out and offered a pair of metal and leather claws which Oliver took and then looked at the great cat Kalan’ulan. “Your serious?” he started strapping on the claws. “You sure there is no other way out of this?” he finished one and continued with the other.
“You must atone!” Kalan’ulan stated flatly.
“Even though we didn’t know we were making this transgression?” Oliver asked.
“Ignorance in the face of the gods is still blasphemy. You must atone!” Kalan’ulan sand, his voice seemed different.
Oliver pulled tight the last strap, they were certainly heavy but effective. “I won’t kill you!”
“Then you will die!” and with that he swam forward with startlingly speed.
Oliver brought his hands up like a boxer would and was mildly surprised when the leather on the claws wrappings was not defeated his aggressor’s claws. He managed to avoid some of the claws with his feet planted on the sea floor. He was mildly surprised to find that there was enough gravity to keep his footing. He let his instincts help guide him. Though the blows from his aggressor were heavy he still was able to block or dodge them. He found an opening and struck out punching with the claws, the dull hard end hammered the cat in the stomach and he continued punching while advancing landing blow after blow on the cat.
Kalan’ulan lashed out finding an opening of his own this time punching as well, each blow was hard, and like an anvil it pushed him back, and a quick spin kick sent him bouncing across the bottom.
Oliver used the momentum to come up to his feet sliding across the bottom and as the great cat swam at him like a torpedo in the water he leapt up at the last moment doing a somersault over him only to find himself flying the other direction from a kick. Oliver had tried to claw the cat across the back but its agility in the water was unmatched.
Kalan’ulan was moving towards him again this time on foot as well. His first punch went wide over his head as he ducked and he barely backed away from what might have been a final blow of an upper cut.
Oliver punched out hitting the great cat in the chest, then twice to the gut catching Kalan’ulan off guard after that upper cut. He pressed his attack with a right cross, left jab and a roundhouse kick which connected with the cats gut, but this put him off balance.
Kalan’ulan pushed forward suddenly throwing Oliver off balance, he felt the white hot pain run through is body as he felt the cats claws stab into his body. Panic raced through Olivers mind as the two of them fell to the ground. He felt one of the claws rip free of his chest, his vision seemed to go red.
As Kalan’ulan began his down stroke Oliver swiped a hand across his downward motion, he felt the other claws in his side rip free and for a long moment the water was clouded in red between the two.
As the water cleared, Oliver was standing back up looking down at the cat who was grasping his throat staring up at him in horror. Oliver watched as the life drained from Kalan’ulan. He shrugged free the claws. And looked the direction of great big crab. “Free my people!” he too fell to his knees as he felt his body growing weaker.
“Your atonement is complete; your people will be free. Release them!” it said. “Help him back to his people!”
Two cats came swimming out quickly for him, the last thing he saw before his vision closed into darkness was his body racing towards the opening he had come through. Unconsciousness took him.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:17:27 GMT
Mission 8 – “Planet Fall” Part 5 Sim Date: 7/23/2016 In Game Date: October 28th, 2370 Time: 15:17:02 Stardate: 47823.66 Attendance: SokothQultuq as Commander Oliver Savage & SM SpaceDaisy as Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran InsertNameHere as Cadet Johnny Cleveland DeezNutz as Captain Coolbreeze & Kosh MovingPictures as Ensign Ezron Sahl & Cadet Homer ================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Pre Sim Information: Rescue ships responding: USS Bradbury, USS Lexington, USS Merrimac, NAR-17675 Ichiban, NAR-16751 Tycon. Total Survivors Rescued at your camp: 422 USS Texas – 105 USS Tempest – 191 USS Lake Stevens – 126 Total Rescued from Lyshan III USS Tempest: 912 Crew, 392 Civilians (1004 Crew, 412 Civilians) (112 Lost) USS Lake Stevens: 795 Crew, 280 Civilians (1022 Crew, 312 Civilians) (259 lost) USS Texas: 198 Crew, (201 Crew) (3 Lost) Total Losses: 371 ================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Mission Briefing:
You are currently being escorted back to your camp by a couple of the Alien cat people. Return to Camp, figure out how you’re going to house all these people, take care of any wounded and above all else, survive. ================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================OOC: The following are logs that will help bridge the gap of time spent from where we left off up until the point where we pick up. Hopefully it helps. Essentially about a months’ time will have passed by the time we pick up with the next Sim. You’ll have had some time with Starfleet Medical, perhaps even a little with Starfleet Security and Intelligence regarding your contact with the Lazan. Shore Leave will have also been given. So figure 1 week to debrief to a certain extent and 2 weeks’ shore leave. I would encourage you to add your own personal flare and do some “Duty” or “Personal” logs. This is entirely up to you. ================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Location: USS Bradbury NX-72307 – Sickbay Stardate: 47825.19 - October 29, 2370 @ 04:41:00 Commander T’Mora The video comes alive showing a Vulcan woman sitting behind a window view of Sickbay. The room itself was the symbol of calm while beyond the window it was clearly not. The area was teeming with injured folks. Some standing, leaning, or laying on beds. The Vulcan woman’s uniform was the site of a few horror movies, all manner of blood and fluid stains yet she remained stoic. “Chief Medical Officers Log, Stardate: 47825.19, the crews of the USS Tempest, Texas, and Lake Steven’s were recovered from the Planet Lyshan III. Most of the crews were found with the majority having survived. At present count across the rescue vessels I’m told there are 2,577 individuals of the 2,948 that departed on their respective missions. I was also informed that the Tempest was recovered albeit badly damaged.” The Vulcan woman took a sip from a plain tea cup before continuing. “Several of the crew, at last count one hundred and eight were listed in Critical Condition, another one hundred thirty-seven in serious condition, and a myriad of injures. Not all of which we have the capacity to treat. We are heading to Starbase 001 to drop the crew off to be taken care of and evaluated.
“Doctor, we need you right away.”
“I will be there in just a moment Ensign.” She nodded to the young officer who had just barged into her office.
“Several of the crew were treated by these Lazan, they clearly did not understand the biological make up they were dealing with as many have serious infections as a result. We are having difficulties combating this with infection with standard practices. We’ve sent samples over to the Bio-Medical Labs for analysis but they have yet to find a solution.” She slowly stands taking another drink from her tea. “End Log” she disappears off screen as it goes blank.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Location: Earth Orbit, Starbase 001, Starfleet Medical Stardate: 47828.35 October 30, 2370 @ 08:24:00 Doctor Elizabeth Maria Montgomery The camera panned to follow the amber haired doctor as she moved through a large medical facility full of Bio-beds. It was one of Starfleets Mass Trauma centers. They were still bringing people in and putting them into beds as they were being transferred over from the rescue ships. “Medical Officer’s Log, October 30th 2370 at 08:24 hours, the survivors of the incident in the Lyshan system have been slowly pouring in ever since the ships started to get into transporter range, the most critical patience first of course.” She stops and pulls the chart at the end of the bed and walks over running a scan. “Most of the Critical patience are suffering from a very aggressive strain of infection and a few have some significant injuries. We are working as quickly as we can to find a solution as the Bradbury’s crew was unable to find any significant solution.” She continued walking down the line, turning to walk into another room. Taking a moment to pick up a hypospray, she moves through a shimmering light of a sterile field. “Hello their Commander.” She begins to scan him.
She ran a scan of him using the hand held device just to confirm the same thing she was seeing on the bio bed display, pressing the hypospray to his neck and injecting the prescribed medications. “Not time to wake, keep fighting the good fight we’ll get you better soon!” she said quietly then went to the next bed repeating the same scenario. “We have eight individuals who’ve had to be put into medically induced coma to keep the infection and its side effects from doing harm to them. Hopefully soon we’ll have the ability to get them on the mend and back with us. Until then we just have to keep them as comfortable as possible. I’d say they are the lucky ones, most have not gotten that far and are absolutely miserable.” She dimmed the lights back down. “End Log”
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Location: Earth, Starbase 001, Starfleet Medical IC Date: November 8, 2370 Time: 09:32:18 Stardate: 47853.14 Oliver sat upright in his Medical Suite at Starfleet medical staring out the window into the giant space dock watching as ships and small supply vessels moved about doing their normal every day routines. He was thankful to be finally eating solid foods. It has been a week long healing process leading up to finally eating, his next task wasn’t as fun but just as well he was almost out of this place. His right shoulder would still take a bit more healing and certainly Physical therapy before he was functioning at one hundred percent again.
“Oliver,” a silver haired man in a Starfleet Admiral’s uniform called out from the door as he entered the room. “How are you?” he asked approaching the bed.
Oliver shifted his position. “On the mend Admiral, how’s my crew?”
“The same,” he offered a smile. “It’s going to be a process. It’s not every day you get your butt handed to you and go through what you all did on Lyshan III. Starfleet most certainly wants to set up a debriefing with you to find out how you got everyone free and anything you can remember. We picked up some forensic materials that will help us learn a good bit more about these people or at least Intelligence hopes that is what happens.”
Oliver nodded. “As soon as they let me out of here.”
“Oliver, about the Tempest.”
“How bad was she?” Oliver asked, his voice taking on a mournful tone.
“She’s back at Utopia Planitia, you were due for an up fit so this just sped things up a good bit. She took a beating but held together. We’re replacing a lot but the yard master is pretty confident she’ll be good as new in a month or so.” The admiral said.
Oliver nodded. “That’s pretty quick even by yard standards!”
“Indeed.” The admiral moved around the bed and dropped into the chair. “But since most of the parts were already there and assigned to your ship anyhow so that’s helping considerably.
“When’s Captain Philips funeral?” Oliver asked shifting uneasy.
“All the families are getting together to do one mass funeral for all those lost since we were not able to recover all the bodies. Felt it would be best this way.” The admiral shrugged. “You know he thought very highly of you.”
Oliver looked up at the man. “Really?”
“Yeah,” the older man was staring out into the Starbase. “Said you were young, a little hot headed at first glance but when it came down to it you would lay it all on the line for your Captain and crew.”
“I thought he hated me.”
The old man chuckled. “All Executive Officers feel that way I think.” He shifted and reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a box. “It made this decision easy for us.” He tossed it onto the bed.
Oliver looked down at the box and slowly retrieved it. Opening the lid, he found a set of Captains Pips neatly set into the box. He glanced up at the Admiral.
“Once you’ve been released here you need to report to Utopia Planitia to finish overseeing the refit and repair of the Tempest, you’ll do a shake down and then be given your orders.” The older man smiled and stood. “Congratulations Captain, I just wish it was under better circumstances.”
“Thank you Admiral.” He nodded.
“Captain Philips would have been proud of you Oliver. Rest well.” He said as he headed for the door.
“Admiral Dwain!” Oliver called out stopping him at the door.
“That crew from the Texas, they did a hell of a job. We’ve got the space assuming the crews returning I’d like to take them on.” He said.
The Admiral turned and regarded him a moment. “Even the one you shot?”
Oliver nodded. “Especially him!” he offered a smile. “Reminds me of me when I was a young officer. He might be rough around the edges but there’s potential there.”
“Potential for trouble if you ask me, but so be it. I’ll talk to the Academy personnel office and set the request.” He nodded and left the room leaving Oliver to his thoughts holding the box.
Oliver watched as an old Excelsior class vessel made its transit through the cavernous space station and exited out into space. He always had an affinity for watching what happened inside the old Starbase. He actually spent many of his Academy days in the various observation lounges here on the station watching ships coming and going. He was rewarded with many conversations and tales of other officers and crewman’s adventures into space. It was one of those things that made him hungry for his own time out there. He looked down at the box in his hand. He had not had time to think about it until just this moment. His mentor, the man he thought that hated him so much was no longer there to be his backstop. He was gone. Oliver suddenly felt a great deal of sadness for the loss of this man. He was one of two who had helped shape his career.
About a week later… November 16, 2370 07:23:06 Stardate: 47874.81
Though Oliver wanted to be back to work as quickly as he could he was given mandatory leave to finish his recovery. He had taken the time to go back home to Oregon. Stayed with his family whom he had not seen in person in going on eleven years. It was refreshing to get a chance to be at home. But it was time to get back to work. He found himself standing in an observation lounge looking down at the Tempest floating in her drydock over Mars. It was time to have a conversation with the yard chief. It was one of those talks he was in some ways dreading. The doors opened behind him to admit someone, he continued staring down at the ship. Large sections of her hull had been removed and structural struts were being replaced. Equipment in some of those areas was being swapped out or worked on by men in space suits. It was a busy world down there.
“It’s never good to see your ship in such a condition sir.” A gruff voice said as the man came to stand next to him.
“Aye!” Oliver said.
“Starfleet gave us a deadline and I’ve managed to pull together enough man power to meet it, we should have you space ready in another week maybe two depending upon that replacement nacelle strut.” The man pointed to where the missing nacelle was and the strut that held it in place. “It was badly damaged so much we couldn’t just refit it.”
Oliver nodded. “How soon before she’s habitable? I can start recalling my crew and we can give you a hand, might help get things finished faster.” He turned to meet the man whom he was startled to find was obviously half Klingon by the looks of his complexion and forehead ridges.
The man nodded, and extended a hand. “SO’koth.”
Oliver shook the man’s hand. “Oliver!”
“We should have you done in no time, we’ve got a new project slated for this berthing so the faster we get you out we can start our next project.”
Oliver regarded the man. “If I’ve come to know anything about Starfleet practices, and you working here you’ll need all the help you can get.” He offered a smile to the man.
“Indeed.” He turned and regarded the vessel. “She took a beating, but most of her structure stayed in one piece. I’m surprise, it could have been a lot worse. That weapon the Lazan used on you liquefied entire sections of your hull. She was almost completely exposed to space.”
Oliver nodded. “You’re doing good work Commander; I’ll be sure to mention this in my report. I will start recalling my people, just let me know what you need and I will focus their first.”
The hybrid Klingon nodded, turned and departed.
Oliver smiled to himself, he liked a man who was straightforward and to the point. Made things much easier to do. They had a lot of work to do. He turned and he too left for his office which was down on Mars surface. He was going to have to recall his quartermasters so they could start organizing living space here on Mars, and or on the sparse accommodations on the stations above to get crew in place to start helping get the ship ready to go back into space.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================Location: Mars, Utopia Planitia Office Complex B - (Planet Side) Stardate: 47877.67 November 17, 2370 @ 08:27:32 Captain Oliver Alexander Savage The red landscape of Mars spread out a good distance beyond the windows that Oliver stood in front of. He never had a chance to spend any length of time down on Mars, only ever visited Utopia Planitia a handful of times and the stay was brief. He admired the view. He glanced down at the PADD in his hand, his other arm was still in a sling as he had several weeks of rehabilitation and physical therapy to go before he would have most of the use of it back. “Captains Log, Stardate: 47877.67. I’ve arrived at the Utopia Planitia facility on Mars that my crew and I will call home for the next several weeks, and issued the recall of the Tempest’s crew. We’ve certainly got a long couple of weeks ahead of us. The ship is still undergoing repairs and refit and we’ve been asked to help with the research here on the Lazan. Starfleet seems to think since we’ve had some experience with them directly that we would be the best to assist them with it here. From the schedule it looks like we are also going to be speaking to Starfleet Security and Intelligence. Not that my crew hasn’t already spent plenty of time doing that already.” He shifts uncomfortably and moves across the room, the camera following him past a large console with a display showing progress of the repairs and refit of the Tempest behind his desk. He slowly settles down into the chair with a pained look on his face.
“I spoke briefly again with Admiral Dwain and he has agreed to speak to the office of Starfleet Personnel about having the crew of the Texas brought aboard as replacements for the Tempest. Those cadets distinguished themselves not only in battle but in their ability to stay together and survive on the surface of Lyshan III. Johnny Cleveland may be a pain in the butt, but he kept it mostly together and helped drive things. His momentary lapse of judgement in the heat of battle aside he did a great job so much so that I’ve also written the Academy and the office of Starfleet Personnel recommending him for a bump to the rank of Lieutenant Junior grade after his performance not only on Lyshan III but in regards to the first contact mission with an alien species while on their first mission. It was impressive to say the least.” Oliver seemed to stop and stare off into the distance as if lost in thought for a few long moments. “I’m glad Elianna decided to stay with the Tempest.” He shifted in his chair. “With most of the Command crew having transferred away or passed away its left a bit of a vacuum that needs to be filled. Hell we still haven’t had a chance to have a proper ceremony yet for those lost. I spoke to the Captain’s wife, she was devastated by his passing. Though she seemed happy that I made it. I honestly had no idea that the Captain spoke so highly of me. His loss is a great one to Starfleet. He was a great mentor. End Log!”
The Starfleet Logo flashes on the screen and then goes blank.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:21:15 GMT
Mission 10 – “Recovery” Part 2
Sim Date: August 13, 2016 In Game Date: November 18, 2370 @ 14:45:00 Stardate: 47881.13 Attendance: 6 SokothQultuq as Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer SpaceDaisy as Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer DeezNutz as Kosh – Head Chef InsertNameHere as Lt. J.G. Johnny Cleveland – Tactical Officer DharmaHelper as Commander Sully Derringer – Executive Officer MovingPictures as Ezron Sal– Chief of Flight Operations
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Next Sim We Start out Shake Down cruise. Who knows what will happen. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed the progression of things so far. I’m open to suggestions if there is something more you’d like to see in the sim! Or less of!
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================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: Mars, Utopia Planitia Fleet Yard offices (planetside) M-U.P.-LCARS Log Recording System – Captain Savage, Oliver A.
The screen comes to live showing Oliver sitting behind a desk in an office, a nice stack of PADDs growing rapidly on his desk. “Captain’s log Stardate: 47881.13 supplemental. I’ve had a chance to sit down and brief the crew on our future missions and of course our busy work for the next several days. I have high hopes that we will meet our deadline for push off on time. I’m anxious to get back out there after all that’s happened.” He shifts his position leaning back in his chair. “I had a chance to meet with some of the returning crew and the new faces. This new chief engineer we’ve taken on seems very determined. I like having someone with that kind of attitude down in the engine room. Deep space mission will require determination and then some.” He leans forward and picks up a glass of water taking a drink.
“There was an apparent incident in which one of the Yardies were killed, it’s being chalked up as an accident and unfortunately Johnny and his friend were at the scene. Some people think it may have been Fluffy that caused the accident. Lucky for us it did reveal a flaw in one of the driver coil assemblies that was to be installed in just a few days. That certainly would have delayed our departure. But I cannot help but question if the creature is dangerous or just intuitive enough to be helpful in its own way.”
“I had a brief call from the yard chief engineer coordinating the upfit and repair of the ship, apparently were going to be the test bed for what’s to be a refit design warp coil system that Starfleet’s Corp of engineers is deeming safe for high warp travels. If this works it should eliminate any further issues with Subspace pollution which was discovered earlier this year. If this should go well the design should be rolled out to the fleet.” He takes another drink from his glass. “I cannot say that I have my own trepidations about being a test bed for something just after getting the ship put back together, but not my choice of course. End Log!”
OOC: Jumping ahead a few days here… Date: November 30, 2370 @ 22:01:13 Location: Mars, Utopia Planitia Fleet Yard offices (planetside) M-U.P.-LCARS Log Recording System – Captain Savage, Oliver A.
The screen flashes to life showing a picture of the Martian surface at night, Oliver is sitting in an empty dimly lit cafeteria silhouetted by the windows. A man appears seeming to glide out of the darkness setting a coffee cup and a sandwich down and drifting away without saying a word. Oliver looks down at the food and mug with surprise and yet satisfaction. After taking a drink from the mug he looks up, his eyes are tired. “Captain’s log, Stardate 47914.84. The last two weeks has been a ragged chain of events trying to get this ship ready for space again. We take occupancy tomorrow for the first time in months. Tomorrow is the first day a crew will actually start moving in. That’s a big deal for a ship. We cut the crew’s work schedules today to give them some additional time and tomorrows shift will only be four hours, the rest of the day we will spend moving the crew aboard, and a celebration. The crew’s earned some respite from the hard work they’ve put in. We’ve not managed to get too far ahead of schedule but we are making progress, most of what’s left to do is internal work.” He takes a bite of the sandwich.
“The yard chief says the new warp coil integration went extremely smoothly to his own surprise. The only exterior work that is left is the installation of our upgraded sensor pallets and the new phaser arrays. Outside of this the exterior work is done. The interior is another story all together. I have a feeling we will have some unfinished areas when we launch but that’s nothing the crew can’t handle. We’re going to focus on what’s important and safety of course first.” He pauses for a moment watching something off camera with mild curiosity.
“That thing eats so much it’s almost scary!” Oliver commented looking back at the camera. “Fluffy I mean.” He smiles. “Johnny’s got his hands full either way.”
“Unfortunately we will not be leaving dry dock with a full crew, most of them we will be picking up during our stop overs at our various lay over’s during our shakedown cruise. This is probably a good thing considering what we’re testing honestly. End log!”
OOC: Jumping forward again… Date: December 8, 2370 @ 06:00:00 Location: Mars, Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards, USS Tempest NCC-1852-A M-U.P.-LCARS Log Recording System – Captain Savage, Oliver A.
The screen comes a live, Oliver is standing in front of a mirror using a shaving device to shorten his facial hair to his usual desired length. His scars are pretty obvious showing where he was nearly gutted and pierced through the shoulder. “Personal log, Stardate: 47934.91, this is it! The big day!” there is a certain excitement in his voice. “We couldn’t get everything done as expected but we’ve taken on enough supplies to finish the job while underway. I’m proud of what my crew and the yardies were able to do working together on this project. It’s not every day you get both to work together as well, but I believe that is a testament to all the leadership involved. As expected were only leaving with just above half our crew but It’s a short hop to our first destination once we get going so that should not be a problem.” He took a moment to check his facial lines and continues to make small corrections for bits of hair that stood out still.
“We shove off at oh eight hundred. Ready or not galaxy, here we come! End Log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:26:36 GMT
Mission 11 – “Recovery” Part 3 (Off Duty)
Sim Date: August 20, 2016 In Game Date: December 1, 2370 @ 18:45:00 Stardate: 47917.20 Attendance: 6 SokothQultuq as Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer SpaceDaisy as Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer DeezNutz as Kosh – Head Chef InsertNameHere as Lt. J.G. Johnny Cleveland – Tactical Officer DharmaHelper as Commander Sully Derringer – Executive Officer MovingPictures as Ezron Sal– Chief of Flight Operations
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================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: Alright, then well do this: It's about 6:45 a night the day before launch.... you've just gotten off duty. Your welcome to pick where you are. We have occupied the ship so we are aboard the tempest.
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No Actual Log was necessary here as this was strictly an off duty adventure and unfortunately I was unable to attend long enough to get something going myself due to IRL Events. But the crew had a short off duty gathering which allowed them to interact further which is always great!
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:29:12 GMT
Mission 12 – “Recovery” Part 4
Sim Date: August 27, 2016 In Game Date: December 2nd, 2370 @ 08:00:00 Stardate: 47918.72 Attendance: 4 SpaceyDaisy as Elianna the Chief Medical Officer InsertNameHere as Johnny Cleveland the Tactical Officer DharmaHelper as Sully Derringer the Executive Officer DeezNuts as Kosh the Chief
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Once again I do apologize for not being able to attend as I was moving this week to a new home. I greatly appreciate SpaceDaisy taking the reins for this one and thank you all for making this happen for her.
If you know anyone who might be interested in the game, please feel free to talk to them about it and invite them. The more players we have the more we can do. This also gives people the freedom to come and go. I want to have some core players which we’ve built so far and others who can step in and out as they like. Variety is the spice of life! I am also seeking out a Story Teller, so if you know someone who knows a good amount of Trek and likes the story telling aspect of things, this is something I’m looking for as well. A very important position that needs to be filled.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: Mission Briefing: The refit of The Tempest is nearing completion, almost all of the crew has reported for duty by now as well. As we begin our crew members are now on board the Tempest bridge running some final diagnostics of their various systems in cooperation with the station crew in preparation for launch.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: Mars, USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Captains Ready Room M-U.P.-LCARS Log Recording System – Captain Savage, Oliver A
The screen comes alive showing Oliver settled in at his new desk in the ready room just off of the bridge. Nearly all the real-estate on the desk is covered in PADDs. “Captains Log, Stardate 47918.72. I’ve just returned from a briefing with Starfleet Command with some rather disturbing news and only to get a taste of it here at Utopia Planitia. Starfleet has expressed some concerns with growing Orion Pirate activity in the sector and the surrounding area, naturally Starfleet has sent more ships along known shipping routes and dispatched intelligence officers to investigate the recent increase in activity. Little is known as of yet why there is a sudden spike in their activity throughout Federation Space but one thing is clear they are escalating. Case in point, the Tempest was the victim of a bombing which has been linked back to the Orion Syndicate. One of their operatives has been transferred aboard the Tempest for transport and of course we have been instructed to see what information we can garner from them regarding the bombing while we are on our shakedown cruise.” He shifts uneasy in his chair.
“It seems we keep taking on more and more mission parameters by the day. First study the Lazan artifacts, shake down, and now this. We’ve not even received our primary orders. I suppose Starfleet just wants to see what we can make of this and how versatile our crew truly will be. So we and our ship are put to the test.”
“Launch is just around the corner, hours instead of days. We’ve got much to work on and so little time. End Log.”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 16:32:06 GMT
Mission 13 – “Shake Down” Part 1
Sim Date: September 3, 2016 IC Date: December 3, 2370 Time: 13:26:07 Stardate: 47922.08 Attendance: 4 SokothQultuq as Captain Oliver Savage – Commanding Officer/Sim Master DharmaHelper as Commander Sullivan “Sully” Derringer – Executive Officer/Helmsman SpaceDaisy as Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer InsertNameHere as Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
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Just so were aware of what our job’s are at this time and to help you with some busy work when were not focused on something specific here is a list of things were doing.
Shakedown Cruise – Testing of our ships systems to ensure space worthiness. We are currently in route to Vulcan as our first stop.
Lazan – A Background Task of going over items left behind by the Lazan.
Orion Piracy – We have an Orion Syndicate Operative aboard in our brig whom we are transporting to a location to which they will be transferred to another ship and sent to a location which has not been disclosed to us.
If you’ve not put a bio up on the Website, please do so we can get to know your character.
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Launch day, we’ve got to vacate the dry dock that were occupying so the Yardies can start their next build. All the crew that was scheduled to report aboard are accounted for. Still plenty of work to be done on the ships interior but all her major systems are working and online.
All of the artifacts from the Lazan have been brought on board and stowed for the Science department to futz with.
Evidence of the recent bombing has also been brought on board in case further analysis needs doing.
The exterior damage to the ship that was sustained from the bombing has been repaired, internal repairs are under way but may take some time to complete, by passes are in place, and emergency bulkheads/airlocks are going to be staying up isolating that area just for safety until full repairs can be effected.
One arrest was made by Starfleet Security regarding the explosion. Michael Oxlong. Michael is currently being held in the Tempest brig shortly after a confession was provided. Michael was very proud of his actions as a matter of fact after having been outed. He also admits to having ties to an organization known as the Orion Syndicate. Though Michael was temporarily transferred to the stations security holding he was moved back to the ship at the Request of Captain Savage.
It’s just after lunch and were all reporting for duty now… Any questions?
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The camera comes on with the view of the Captains Ready room, the image slowly pans around to show the Captain laying back on the couch with a PADD in hand laying across his chest and his eyes closed. “Captain’s Log, Stardate: 47922.08. The USS Tempest was launched for trial runs today, our first task in testing some of our systems went very well up until we tried our first jump to Warp.” He frowned and slowly moved to sit upright. “The Chief is still hunting for the cause so currently were limping our way there at Full Impulse.”
Slowly rising from the couch he crosses the room to the replicator inset into the wall next to the door to the head. “Water with Ice.” He said and waited for the drink to shimmer into being. He then sat down slowly behind his desk. “For the time being main power is offline while the chief and his crew comb through the warp systems to ensure that nothing has been sabotaged or is out of place. These things do happen out of the yards so we don’t want to jump to any conclusions yet.” He took a moment to take a drink from the glass. “I’m confident he will find the issue soon. However, transporter room 3 is another story. No one has yet to get that thing worked out, everyone is staying the thing is cursed.”
“Just like any ship having left dry dock, we’ve got plenty of issues and lots of work to be done.” He shifts in his chair leaning back. “This increasing threat with the Orion’s is somewhat concerning, I just received a report from Starfleet Intelligence that implicates them in three other known bombings at various other Starfleet Instillations. This is pretty bold for even the Syndicate. They’ve managed to gain a little information in that there is a new leader within the syndicate who’s trying to stake a claim and make a name. There is no telling at this point what they might do. Poking something as large as the Federation and Starfleet with too big a stick usually ends up in a bad day for the one holding the stick. For now, we will focus on our doing our part. End log!” the image fades to black.
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