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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 17:19:42 GMT
Mission 28 – “The Quake” – Part 5
Sim Date: February 4, 2017 IC Date: December 6, 2396 Time: 18:27:11 Stardate: 73931.06 ST:E Stardate: 11702.04
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Admiral Glenn Darona – Naradra Captain/Leader Senn – Naradra
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Ms. Trost has taken ill and would not be able to join us this night. She let me know prior to the sim. Thank you!
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: The Tempest remains in orbit of Pacifica, where member of the crew and at least
one drunk Andorian sea captain have encountered a species calling themselves the Naradra,
who claim the Federation have invaded and occupied their world for generations. Captain Savage has agreed to a neutral meeting with the Naradra, which will have to take place below the sea.
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Oliver’s desk is a disheveled mess, Padd’s, Isolinear chips, and the remains of his dinner or what was left of some kind of colorful fish can be seen as the camera comes into focus. Oliver is standing in front of the window looking out into space aft of the Tempest; the curve of blue representing the edge of Pacifica can just be seen from this angle. Oliver’s expression is one of concern, and it is very clear that he is fatigued. Anticipation was never one of his strong suites. He hated waiting. It was one of the worst parts about being in command; there was always something or someone to be waiting on.
“Captain’s Log, Stardate 73931.06 supplemental. It has been nearly twenty-four hours since we last spoke to the Naradra representatives. We provided them with all the information they need hopefully to sell peace and not war with their people. Neither of us clearly want war. I can see it in Darona’s eyes; he has seen plenty of death and suffering. It is clear that we made a grave error when we began to terraform this planet. However, it is also clear that the Selkie’s did not realize that the people they banished were still alive in the depths. They say that when your forced into an environment you adaptor or die, they clearly had too. The biggest failure here is that though the planetary lore included these people in their history, no one thought to go looking.” He pauses and takes a drink from a steaming mug.
“I’ve managed to get Admiral Glenn on board and we’ve stopped the terraforming process but the damage to the Naradra’s civilization is extreme. The Admiral has been in talks with the Selkie regarding the Naradra so they are aware of what has happened and that we are working towards trying to achieve some stability to the situation to hopefully prevent a war and try to bring the two factions back together. Were already starting to allocate the necessary resources to try to prevent further death. Every major department has ideas on how to best approach the situation, but in the end it will come down to the idea of the Naradra staying in the depths or coming back to the surface. Honestly that might be the safest bet but again it’s not up to us.” He slowly turns and heads over to settle onto the couch along the wall.
He takes another drink and sits in silence for a long moment. “Cadet Corcoran really did a great job in getting all the material together for each of our meetings thus far. He’s been shining pretty bright these last few days and with his cadet review and placement coming soon I’ve got a lot to think about.”
He sighs. “I’m still concerned about Commander Derringer…” he takes in a deep breath. “To be honest I am concerned about a lot of my crew. Adjusting to this time-period is starting to take its toll. I am not sure honestly, if Sully’s problems are related he has always been quirky but it is worse. He seems to be very paranoid, and I feel if he is not careful, he is going to get himself into some trouble.” He shifts uncomfortably. “I have to wonder how much of the increased tension between him and Johnny is being exasperated by recent events. Everyone deals with these things in their own way, I am no different, and I have found that I have been increasingly more agitated these last few days. I am not sure if that is a result of my being inside my own head about things, or my lack of sleep. It could be a combination of things. However, so far I have kept things together, and for the moment my crew has for the most part but I cannot help but think that were coming to an explosive spot. I am hoping that Ms. Trost has some ideas on how to handle things before it gets out of hand. She’s got her hands full.”
“This diplomatic situation has offered a place of focus for a few of us. I’m hoping that we hear back soon and those we’ve averted a war.” He glances down at his mug and the liquid swirling within. “Hmmm. End log!” he says and proceeds to drink the remainder of the liquid in the glass. The image fades into darkness.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 17:21:54 GMT
Mission 29 – “The Quake” – Part 6
Sim Date: February 11, 2017 IC Date: December 6, 2396 Time: 19:50:36 Stardate: 73931.22 ST:E Stardate: 11702.11
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer Ensign Eldrida Trost – Councilor CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Admiral Glenn – Head of Starfleet’s Outpost on Pacifica Darona – Naradra Captain/Leadership Nores – Science Officer Jonson – Temporal Agent Johnson – Temporal Agent (No Relation)
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Great Sim everyone, it was a great job done by all.
I need to get a copy of the Chat log DH, if you have a copy and can send it to my E-Mail (CaptainVidiot@gmail.com) I would appreciate it.
As there is no time delay between this Sim and the next there is no Technical Log in Character so I’ll just give a quick recap below on what happened during the sim and once it’s proper in character for Oliver to make a log I will post one.
Congrats once again to Corky on the Promotion to Lt. JG.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: At this point it had been 24 hours since our last contact with Darona, we are waiting to see what the Naradra decided. War, or Peace?
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1.) The crew is waiting for word from the Naradra on peace.
2.) Sully decides to jam out on the bridge to some music.
3.) Oliver is drinking coffee/Caffeine beverages like they are going out of style.
4.) Admiral Glenn contacts us and gives us some High Praise regarding our actions regarding rescue efforts on Pacifica and support of the same as well as how we have handled the situation with the Naradra having been caught off guard. Also informs us that were still stuck staying on station until the Office of Temporal Affairs has had a chance to meet with us. Let us know he would update us as soon as he knows when they will arrive.
5.) Cadet Cameron Corcoran is promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade and is assigned as Chief Science Officer officially.
6.) A General Broadcast is issued by the Naradra touting successfully achieving peace and accepting Starfleet Assistance and support to help save their civilization.
7.) Admiral Glenn contacts us to let us know that Temporal Agents are on site. Therefore, they appear on the bridge.
8.) The Temporal Agents take Johnny Cleveland as their first victim.
9.) The ships councilor drugs Captain Oliver to force him into getting some sleep.
That is where we left off. If I missed, something let me know and I will add it.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 17:24:22 GMT
Mission 30 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 1
Sim Date: February 18, 2017 IC Date: December 6, 2393 Time: 21:05:11 Stardate: 73931.36 ST:E Stardate: 11702.18
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Jonson – Temporal Agent Johnson – Temporal Agent (No Relation)
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Ms. Trost did inform me that she would not be able to attend last week due to Work Complications. I hope that she will be able to join us again soon.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: With the situation on Pacifica under control both above and below the surface, the Tempest must now meet with Temporal Affairs regarding their time-hopping. Whether the Temporal Agents are able to get past Mr. Cleveland is anyone's guess.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= As our current state in Role Play does not allow the time to do a log just yet, here is an update on where we are:
The tempest is still in Orbit of Pacifica, and we have been locked out of most systems on the ship while were visiting with our friends the Temporal Agents Jonson and Johnson.
Johnny’s Interview with the Temporal Johnsons was completed.
Sully’s Interview with the Temporal Agents was completed.
Oliver’s Interview with the Temporal Agent’s has been completed.
And now on deck is the Good Doctor who was just called in.
Still yet to come are Corky and Eldrida.
Words have been exchanged between Dr. Kestran, Johnny, and Sully. Good or bad, who knows?
Some dancing was done, music was heard.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 17:27:51 GMT
Mission 31 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 2
Sim Date: February 25, 2017 IC Date: December 6, 2396 Time: 22:25:45 Star Trek Stardate: 73931.51 Simple Stardate: 11702.25
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer Ensign Eldrida Trost – Councilor CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Jonson – Temporal Agent Johnson – Temporal Agent (No Relation)
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Due to a friend’s Birthday Party this coming Saturday, I will not attend myself. Please have a good time. Try not to kill one another, and have fun.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: The Temporal Affairs interviews continue aboard the Tempest, where Johnson and Jonson now have substantial information regarding the mental states of the displaced crew, which is impressive considering they are not a family company
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
As the recording begins Oliver can be seen sitting on a couch in his quarters, he is no longer in uniform, just a pair of black sweat pants and a burgundy long sleeve shirt, a glass dangles from his fingertips containing a brown liquid and some ice. His eyes are locked on the Star’s hanging outside his window. “Captain’s log Stardate 73931.51. My crew and I have been relieved of duty. What more is there to say? We finally cracked. We let our emotions get the better of us. Did we deserve this? Yes, more than likely.” He pauses to take a drink, allowing the liquid to burn its way down his throat.
“Sully certainly went off the deep end after being confronted about his unexplainable time awake after our shift in time. He keeps professing that there isn’t anything more but it’s hard to say if he’s telling the truth or does not want to tell the truth.” He shifts uneasy.
“Johnny came to me concerned about it, so since it was not working itself out and the Commander was clearly not going to come forward about it on his own time, it seemed like the time to confront him about it. Sully and I had some words and he stormed out of my ready room. Then of course was confronted by the crew on the bridge. Johnny primarily. He proceeded to give the same account he had repeatedly stated and then as Johnny poked at him he snapped and drew his weapon. One of the Johnsons stunned him before he could do any harm. Councilor Trost nearly took the shot on his behalf. This turned into a giant mess.” He goes quiet for a long moment.
He takes another drink from the glass. “Johnny turned a bad situation that was slowly coming down into a worse situation. Yet again…” he takes another drink. “Now were all relieved of our duties, and forced into counseling. The entire crew!” he shifts his body curling up on the couch with his drink now, his feet up on the cushions. “Counseling!” he shakes his head. “There is no doubt we all need it. However, look how well we did working through this crisis on Pacifica! We did so well, only to fall apart as soon as the crisis was dealt with.”
“Captain Phillips, my predecessor always taught me that as a first officer and in any position of leadership you have to earn the respect of your crew. Every time you move from one ship, or one position. It did not matter. You had to earn the respect of your crew. If you ran to the Captain every time there was a problem with a crewmember who was skirting your orders or being belligerent you would never get it. Maybe this just is not the way I can work things. My intent was to allow Sully to deal with Johnny. After all, I am responsible for the overall performance of the ship, but it is the first officer’s job to deal with the crew. However, it is my fault for not taking a more active role in stopping the two of them. However, what will happen if I do? How can I get the two of them to come to the realization that as a crew working together they can be great? I see so much potential yet, Johnny is controlled by his anger towards his family for forcing him into Starfleet in the First place and that is a tough spot for anyone to be. Sully. Sully needs to learn to trust me, trust his crew, which is no doubt going to be hard, but he has to listen. He has to remember he is not the end all, be all. He has to find ways to get the crew to work for him but incorporate their ideals into his plans. Work the problem with their help and actually accept their ideas and acknowledge them correctly. He has to move his ego aside, which I feel is a barrier in his way.”
He lets out a resounding Sigh. “I screwed up. I allowed my own emotions to get in the way. I let my own desire to let them work it out in hopes that it would bring them together go too far before I realized that it was not going to work. I should have stepped in and dealt with it sooner. I owe Sully an apology over that, and perhaps Johnny as well. Once were past this we will need to have a talk.” He takes another drink from the glass, staring at it. “This last two days has been a gambit. I am not sure to be thankful for the rest or not. I am ready to scream right now, and climb out of my skin, but I need sleep. End log!” he drains the rest of the glass as the image fades.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 05:01:27 Star Trek Stardate: 73932.26 Simple Stardate: 11702.25 Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
The image returns to that of the Oliver’s Quarters, Oliver is still in the Black Sweatpants and Burgundy shirt, but they and his hair are a bit disheveled from sleep. He yawns as he sets both a plate of eggs, ham, bacon, and toast down on the table followed by a steaming mug of liquid. He regards it for a moment then sits down. “Personal log, stardate…” he glances over at the door, and is clearly doing some math in his head. “Stardate 73932.26!” He takes a drink from the mug and leans back into the chair. “Five hours of sleep. Not much but it must do for now!” he shifts in the chair uneasy.
“I was lucky to get that honestly. I had nightmares last night. Seeing Sully lying dead on the bridge, Johnny laughing, everyone else staring at me in horror and betrayal. It was unnerving.” He took another drink from the mug. “I cannot help but think about last night, how much of a train wreck it really was. I need to not make decisions like that when I’m deprived of sleep, and I need to change how I work with Sully in the future. Let alone Johnny.” He leans forward staring down at the plate of food.
“I betrayed Sully last night. I realize that now, but at the same time it needed to be said. It was never my intention of accusing him of some sort of grievous thing, but he sure took it that way. I wanted so badly to throttle him when he walked out of my ready room, and that should have been a sign that things were more out of control than they should have been. While I feel I do owe him an apology, I do need him to deal with whatever demons he’s going through.”
He took a moment to cut up the eggs, and meat on the plate and stopped short of getting it into his mouth. “As much as it pains me, the Johnsons were right for taking us off duty. We’ve got to seriously get our heads screwed back on and until we do were not fit to be out there galivanting across the galaxy with such a dangerous piece of technology as this ship.”
He regarded the food on his plate for a moment, and dropped the fork with a resounding clatter of metal on glass. “I need to eat, but I really don’t feel like it.” He takes a drink from his mug. “I failed my crew. But at least I know it now and can start working towards fixing this. I need to take a harder line on Johnny, and I need to figure out how to get Sully to step up and be more proactive.” He stands and starts to pace the space between the table and the couch. “That look on Elianna’s face when I left the bridge. I cannot get that out of my head, she looked so…” he stopped pacing for a moment. “Disappointed, betrayed, I don’t even know. But it’s eating at me. I should never have left the bridge until they were all taken care of. But how can I look after others if I’m not in a good place myself. I’m supposed to be the rock. I clearly was not last night. By any means!” he begins pacing again in silence this time.
“This isn’t just the result of this time shift. This stems from our time back on Lyshan…” he stops pacing and drops back down heavily onto the couch having left behind his meal and coffee. “Did we really have enough time to deal with what happened there even? Did I?” his face wrinkles up at that realization. “I almost died then. Technically only to turn around and die again, to come back to life twenty-two years later.”
He sits in silence looking out at the stars for several long moments. “I know one thing, we’ve got to stop dwelling on the fact that we are displaced in time, and start living in the now. The past is behind us and we cannot go back. We must learn to adapt and live in the now. I know one place to start!” he stands abruptly and crosses the room, the camera slowly panning as he disappears into his room. A few moments pass and the camera follows Oliver from his room, he’s carrying his uniforms, all of them. He stuff’s them into the replicator. “Computer, recycle!” he says and pulls his hands back. Slowly the device whirls and the uniforms shimmer out of existence.
“Computer, please replicate me seven sets of duty uniforms.” He said, and then punched in his command codes into the replicator. The device takes a moment, then beeps in acknowledgement. One by one, the computer replicates seven sets of the current era duty uniforms. Stacking them up he once again disappears into his room. Several moments go by and then he reappears, pulling the duty vest over his burgundy long sleeve undershirt. “We’ve been in this timeline long enough, it’s time we became part of it!” he said affixing his communicator to the vest. “I have to say this is far more comfortable than our old. This is a good change, and a good place to start. Not sure why I didn’t before. I guess a part of me thought that we would go back. It’s likely to be some time before our interviews are up, so I might as well catch up on history, and protocol changes. So much to do, so many fires to put out! End log!” he said sitting back down on the couch, this time with a Padd in hand his Breakfast all but forgotten. The camera slowly fades out.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 4, 2017 18:22:34 GMT
Place holder for stuff and things!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 8:57:08 GMT
I love your recorded logs! Great idea. Everyone should do this!
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 8, 2017 2:23:28 GMT
Mission 32 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 3
Sim Date: 3/4/2017 IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 06:30:00 Stardate: 73932.43 ST:E Stardate: 11703.04
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer Ensign Eldrida Trost – Councilor CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Jonson – Temporal Agent Johnson – Temporal Agent (No Relation) Commander N'Pral - Starfleet JAG Commander Traeg - Starfleet JAG
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Sorry I couldn’t be there, great log from what I could read. So, CJ Reached out and gave me a task to write out my interview. So, that is below. Enjoy.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: The Tempest remains locked down, and all personnel are now confined to quarters following an altercation between Commander Derringer and Lieutenant Cleveland. A detachment of security personnel have secured the ship, and representatives from the JAG officer are conducting interviews. Meanwhile, Commander Derringer recovers in Sickbay after being shot by Temporal Affairs agent Jonson.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808 Stardate: 73932.43 Oliver sat there at his desk for a long while, trying to collect his thoughts. So many emotions. So many things to deal with. He could feel his resolve slowly slipping away. He wanted to overturn the table, ravage his quarters and let his anger spill forth. It was so hard not to. He felt his hands clenching hard into fists, he stared at them willing them to stop. Slowly they relaxed. “Rock!” he muttered.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell to his quarters went off.
He took a moment to compose himself, long enough for a second ring. “Come in!” he called out as flat as he could. He did not bother getting up; he just sat staring across the room at the Star’s and the faint glow of Pacifica in his windows.
“Sorry to bother you Captain, I need you to come with me please.” a security officer said. It was one of the people that had come aboard when they were all relieved of duty; he seemed nice enough, as he had checked on him a few times. Likely, it was his job to ensure that we were still stable and not having done anything drastic.
Oliver let out a long breath, and glanced over at the security officer and nodded. He crossed his room, grabbed his duty vest, and pulled it on, zipping it closed after transferring his communicator to it. “Thank you. Where am I going?”
“Observation lounge. I will be escorting you.” The man said. Oliver realized it was just as much a suggestion as it was a fact. He was starting to feel as though he might be a prisoner on his own ship. Nevertheless, he also knew that it was probably an impossible position on the other side to secure the entire crew of a Galaxy class starship. There were at last count over thirteen hundred souls on board.
He gave a nod of acknowledgment and started for the door. “Very well.” He stopped a moment and looked back at his room. He felt as if he was missing something.
“Everything alright?” the guard asked.
Oliver frowned; “No, nothing is right!” he said somberly, turned, and headed out into the corridor with the guard in tow. He made his way down the hall and into the awaiting turbolift and another guard. He stopped at the door and regarded the large man, and then looked back at the other. “Is this really necessary?” he asked sharply.
“Order sir.” He simply said and gestured toward the opening. “Please.”
Oliver shook his head in dismay, stepped into the lift, and took up a position at the back of the lift behind and between the two. Oliver had so many things he wanted to say, not just to the two temporal agents but also to Starfleet about how the treatment of his crew was entirely uncalled for, it was certainly not helping things. Of that, he was certain. The lift ride was brief; they shot straight to the bridge. As they exited onto the bridge, he glanced around as he slowly made his way to the Observation lounge, he did not recognize anyone present, which only made him feel worse. People who he did not know were into their business, into the ships systems. The doors parted and the guards stopped at the doorway, the other returning to the turbolift. Oliver watched him disappear into the lift through the open doors. The other guard watched him, he was curious as to why Oliver stopped; he could see that but did not rightly care. He nodded to the guard and made his trek the rest of the way into the observation lounge. He glanced around the room as he entered. There was a slender Vulcan woman standing at the end of the table. “Have a seat Captain.,” she said gesturing to a seat. “I am Commander N’Pral from the Judge Advocate Generals office.” Reluctantly Oliver crossed the rest of the distance to one of the only two chairs in the room and settled down into it. “Captain, as you are aware we are investigating recent events aboard your vessel. I have a few questions for you so that we can complete this task.” Oliver nodded, but remained quiet. “Captain Savage please tell me about your first officer, Commander Derringer.” She said settling down into the chair across from him. “What do you want to know?” He asked, wanting to know if there was something specific. “Just tell me your professional opinion of Mr. Derringer.” She said. “Sully…” he stopped thinking, his mind suddenly churning on the events of the last few days again. He felt his anxiety rise suddenly; he took in a deep breath and let it out. “Sully has a great potential about him. His record has him on a trajectory that puts him in command of his own vessel one day. I see the potential in him, but I feel like he lets his ego get in the way. He does not assert himself and deal with his issues in a stern and straightforward manner.” He shifted in his chair. “Sully’s been having issues with Johnny for some time now, and yes I have been aware. Yes some of the crew other than Johnny have mentioned it even in passing.” “And what steps have you taken to deal with this issue?” she asked pointedly. “I was letting the two of them work it out in an effort to allow Sully to handle his problems. As I stated when things were falling apart the other night. My job is the overall health of my ship and crew. However, Sully’s job as First officer is the crew. He sets the tone. He is in charge of personnel specifically. It is the duty of the first officer. Therefore, I felt he needed to handle the situation. My thought process was that If I stepped in he would never gain the respect of the crew.” He paused a moment for reflection. “If I’m to be honest I damaged our relationship yesterday. I did not honestly intend on things developing the way they did. But they did.” “We will get to that in a moment. Why would you levy so much trust in your young first officer to handle these things the way you did?” she asked. “Because I had to learn the same way.” He said flatly. “Maybe it wasn’t the right way with Sully, but my previous Captain taught me that you cannot go running to the Captain to fix your problems. If you do, you’ll never get the respect of the crew. You must work through your issues. If it gets to the point of the Captain having to intervene something has gone wrong. And clearly it did but I didn’t see it.” He paused again looking out the windows into space. “I realize now of course the mistakes I made. But often you don’t see them until it’s too late.” Oliver stood up from his chair and began walking around the table. “Sorry, I can’t sit anymore. You mind if I walk?” He said, his voice was conveying some of the anxiety he was feeling. When she didn’t respond, he continued. “I do not feel like I did wrong to be honest. In regards to trying to let Sully work it out himself. He should rightly be able to deal with an unruly officer. But I think the two of them have something to learn from one another. I’m not trying to force the issue, but I wanted to give them time to work It out between them.” He stopped looking out the windows. “But then there is this thing that’s got Sully preoccupied. He does not even realize it I don’t think. He’s aloof. He’s paranoid at times even. But it wasn’t to the point of anything dangerous. Not until last night. I don’t know what the hell he was thinking pulling a Phaser.” He began pacing his way around the table again. “Maybe he’s not ready, and I was wrong to put him in that position yet.” “Tell me about Johnny Cleveland, your Chief Tactical Officer.” She said. He stopped at the far end of the table, and turned grabbing the top of the chair with both hands. “Johnny is…” he paused a moment searching for the right words. “Johnny is lost.” He said flatly. “Johnny does not know where Johnny wants to be. He was forced into his career in Starfleet by family. He doesn’t have them looking over his shoulder and I think he’s trying to figure out what he wants to do. He’s continued to distance himself for the most part from the crew with his antics in hopes that when it’s time for him to make a decision it’s easy for him. If he goes no one will miss him. If he stays he has to show them what he really is.” “What might that be?” the Vulcan asked looking up from her note pad, an eyebrow arched. “A good officer!” he said, his fingers squeezing the backrest. “He may be a jerk at times, but I think it’s a byproduct of his past. I’ve been trying to get him to see that he has a choice. But he’s got to realize if he wants to stay it must be his choice now. And he must realize his actual potential. He has the makings of a great officer as well, just like Sully. I just wish he would decide and actually grab on with both hands and do it!” he began circling the table once again. “Again it cannot be forced, but I think given the right circumstances the two of them could be thick as thieves if they can learn to work together.” “Are you certain that would be wise given how they feel about each other?” she asked. “I cannot give you the answer to that honestly Commander. That’s for the two of them to figure out.” “What is your view of what happened last night?” she asked. “Honestly?” he asked stopping once again in front of the windows, this time his eyes found the planet, floating out there in the distance, its vast oceans stretching as far as he could see. “Last night was a combination of bad decisions lead by mental instabilities.” He said, his voice going low. “I should have taken Johnny’s information and slept on it. Literally!” he shifted uneasy. “I screwed up honestly.” “Can you Elaborate?” she said. “We had been working for nearly forty-eight hours. We were buried under rubble, got free, went straight into helping with recovery efforts, then ran into the Naradra, we negotiated a peace with them, and helped get Pacifia back on track. I had not slept well the last few days to begin with, not to mention the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed the night before.” He held up a hand. “And before you ask, no I was not still drunk when I reported back to the ship. Maybe a little hung over, but not drunk.” He continued around the table but this time dropped back in the chair across from her. “We’ve been through a lot, we should have just been taken entirely off duty and sent for evaluations instead of being left to our own devices.” He gestured to the door. “The Johnsons should have been here post haste, and this should have already been behind us. Counseling completed.” He slumped some into the chair. “No, I’m not blaming them. Yes, we had shore leave and were waiting. But I don’t think that’s helped. I think the situation with Johnny and Sully just came to a head because of all the stress, and lack of rest.” He slowly looked up at her. “Though I do not believe I went outside of our orders, I think I should have seen this coming and taken action myself. But I was compromised as well. I think Sully or Johnny tried to point it out while we were down on the surface of Pacifica before the disaster happened. I just didn’t listen.” “I see. So you feel like you followed protocol?” she asked. “Yes.” “Your certain?” she asked again looking back down at her pad. “What did you do when you and your crew woke up from your time in stasis?” “Being disoriented and having had a profound experience and given the nature of things with the USS Paris, I thought it best to report back to Pacifica. So we did, we set a course back straight away. When we realized that the time update information we got back from the nearest subspace relay it prompted a much faster return. We locked down the ship, and made our way back to Pacifica as fast as we could.” “Do you believe that a Commanding officer that is compromised by sleep, and other concerns should not relieve himself of command?” she asked pointedly. He opened his mouth to respond. “There is no good answer to your question Commander.” He said. “I believe if a Commanding officer or any officer for that fact believes that they are compromised yes, they should seek out the opinion of their Chief Medical Officer and be relieved temporarily from duty.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He sighed. “Because I didn’t feel I was compromised, yes I was tired. But we were coming to the end of that mess and it didn’t seem necessary. Sleep was on the horizon. But then Johnny, and the business with Sully happened before I could retire. Against my better judgement I pursued it, not thinking clearly. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but it happened. I’m not a new officer, but I am new to Captaincy, I’m not perfect by any means. I don’t mean that as an excuse but more an acknowledgment that I have thing’s to learn as well. I also need to learn my limitations. I also have every confidence in my crew that if they felt I was a risk they would have gone to the doctor. But then again when would she have had time to see me, she was taking care of all the wounded from Pacifica. Again, it was just a matter of trying to push through, finish the mission and get some rest.”
She nodded, and made some notes. “Thank you Captain, do you have anything you wish to add?”
“My crew’s been through a lot. We’ve lost twenty-five years of our lives and loved ones. Go easy on my crew. If you need someone to blame, I am the Captain, and I do take responsibility for the action and conduct of my crew. I know that given time we can heal our wounds and move on. I think we showed that despite our issues we can carry on and complete our mission. This situation on Pacifica is a good example of what we can accomplish when we put our minds to something. We will learn from our mistakes, but whatever happens I do accept responsibility. We learn and grow. I still have confidence that both Mr. Cleveland, and Derringer will become great assets to Starfleet in time.”
“Thank you Captain, you may return to your quarters. We will be in touch soon!” she said standing.
He nodded and stood, and made his exit. As he was escorted back to his Quarters, his mind was racing. He was worried, anxious, and even scared. He knew that this was not over yet, and that more was to come. But what he wasn’t certain. Did they end up putting themselves in such a position that they were going to lose their ship and commissions because they lost their way. He didn’t want to think that was a possibility. But right now, his mind was going every direction. He didn’t even realize he had made it back to his room and was back on his couch. He couldn’t stop the emotions, the memories, the thoughts that raced in his head.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808 IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 07:45:00 Stardate: 73932.57
Oliver settled back on his couch, he had removed his duty vest, to be honest he wasn’t sure why he was wearing his uniform at all. They had after all been relieved of duty. He shrugged away the thought, it didn’t matter what he was wearing honestly. But he had decided that keeping a record of events was still necessary. “Captain’s log, Stardate 73932.57. I had an interview some time ago with Commander N’pral from the Judge Advocate Generals office. They are more than likely going through and interviewing the entire crew. But there is no way to confirm this as they are all confined to quarters.” He gestures with his arms. “Just like me!” he lets out a brief chuckle. “I cannot say that I’m surprised. It took me some time to relax after I got back here, I guess it kind of hit me that things were worse off than they seemed. I screwed up. I can admit that in general. But it hurts none-the-less. What do I do now? Really all I have to do is wait to see if I’m taken off my command, or sent off for further evaluation. Will I end up at a mast because of this?” His tone grew somber.
“I suppose if it was me, I would. It may not be a serious mark on my record but to me it would be no matter. Starfleet must have an inquiry, it’s procedure. Someone was shot who went off the deep end while on duty. I wouldn’t blame anyone for doing so. The presence of the JAG officer’s supports that conclusion. I’m honestly not looking forward to it.”
“If I’m to be honest, I’m more afraid of confronting my crew about this. When all is said, and done, I must stand up in front of them and be a Captain again assuming I’m allowed that privilege to continue as Captain of the Tempest. My grandmother used to tell us kinds all the time that whatever does not kill you makes your stronger. Maybe that will be the case for my crew. I’m not too proud to say I screwed up and ask for forgiveness.”
“I’m genuinely afraid of what will come of Johnny and Sully after the incident on the bridge.” He shifted and stood, pacing. “I don’t want to lose those two. Even with all the trouble and annoyances.” He allowed a chuckle to escape. “Things would honestly be boring without them. I just wish they could get along.” He stopped, he seemed to be staring blankly at the wall. “I cannot get that look out of my mind.”
“Elianna.” He said quietly. “I must be such the disappointment after walking away from the bridge after Johnny was shot.” He shook his head and looked down at the ground. “The one person I trust without question and I walked away. We’ve been through a lot together. I feel like I’ve let her down most of all. I’m not sure even if she forgave me, if I can forgive myself for doing that.” He turned to look back out the windows, he went quiet for a long moment.
“As much as I know that were not through this, I am hoping it comes and we can move past this. Work on repairing relationships, and get to work. End Log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 25, 2017 2:49:11 GMT
Mission 33 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 4
Sim Date: March 18, 2017 IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 0800 Stardate: 73932.60 ST:AB Stardate: 11703.18
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director
Notable NPC’s Used: Commander Traeg – Starfleet JAG Commander N’pral – Starfleet JAG
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: Due to extenuating circumstances, no Sim was Held On March 11, 2017.
For whatever reason I thought I had already posted this. Sorry for the late log entry.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: The JAG detatchment has completed its investigation into the incident on the bridge, and are ready to inform Captain Savage of their findings and recommendations. Captain Savage and Doctor Kestran have been summoned to the bridge.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= As there was no time shift, which allots for a Captain’s log or in character banter I am providing a brief update on the events that have taken place in our last sim. Once time permits to do a log In Character, one will be forthcoming.
Elianna & Oliver were called to the bridge by the JAG officers to discuss the findings of their investigation. They have determined that both Johnny and Sully need additional counseling and until they are sorted out, they are temporarily relieved of duty.
They have also determined that the entire crew of the Tempest is to report to Starbase 313 to undergo Psychiatric evaluation prior to be releasing to duty.
The majority of the crew has been released to light duty in the meantime.
Starfleet was in full agreement with the JAG officers and have so ordered the crew based on their suggestions.
Sully has Eluded his "Escort" and is roaming unabated at the moment.
In light of this, they tasked the two Jag officers with breaking the news of the current State of the Federation to Oliver and in turn, he has called a Staff meeting with his senior officers to discuss this information.
This is where we are intending on picking up at the beginning of the next Sim.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 30, 2017 0:47:17 GMT
Mission 34 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 5
Sim Date: March 25, 2017 IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 1000 Stardate: 73932.83 ST:E Stardate: 11703.25
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
Notable NPC’s Used:
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: CJ was unable to attend this week; he did reach out and let us know. (Thank you) Eldridia was unable to attend. There may be a scheduling conflict were waiting to see what comes of this. 2 Weeks will be passing between our last sim and our next. That’s a lot of time so I encourage you to log and possibly consider doing some joint postings together. So many logs, so little time!
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Mission Briefing: We are picking up where we left off, everyone is reporting for a briefing called in our previous sim by Captain Savage. You’re picking up where you left off, no time lapse.
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room. IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 1000 Stardate: 73932.83 ST:E Stardate: 11703.25
Oliver lay back on the couch in his ready room, it was not the most comfortable thing but it did the trick in a pinch. While they had been returned to light duty he had been cooped up in his quarters for too long so going, back there felt somewhat claustrophobic in a way to him. The idea of being shut up in his quarters for an extended period right now did not sit well with him. He laid there staring up at the ceiling for a time his mind racing trying to find a solution to a problem that had no easy solution. As much as he wanted to will things to just get better it would only come in time. “Computer, begin log recording, set Security Access to Level 8 and above and require command code access level only!” he said.
The computer gave its usual beep of acknowledgement. He waited for the second beep signaling the recording has begun. “Captains Log, Stardate 73932.83.” he stopped a moment collecting his thoughts. “Starfleet has made their decision based on the Recommendation of the JAG investigation following the altercation that took place on the bridge involving Commander Derringer, and Lieutenant J.G. Sullivan. I cannot say that I am not surprised by their orders based on events and having the opportunity to look on those moments with a clear head. My crew has been released to light duty and further evaluations at Starbase 313. Both Sully and Johnny have had their temporary relief from duty extended and are on orders to avoid one another pending further evaluation.” He paused a moment to shift his position, he slowly sat upright leaning back into the cushions.
“Were already in route to Starbase 313, at Warp Seven. When the JAG officers broke the news about our orders from Starfleet they also took the moment to inform me of the current state of the Federation. Which until just a few hours ago we were under a communications blackout preventing us from accessing information pertaining to this. Apparently, we have been dropped into the middle of a Civil War. On top of all the other thing that have been happening, were facing a civil war.”
“I cannot blame Starfleet for treating us the way they have given all that’s happened. We returned at a time when suspicions must be very high and to have us just reappear out of nowhere does not help. If the tables were turned, I would be holding us at arm’s length as well.” He slowly stands stretching his legs his body ached. Perhaps a sign it was time for him to get back into the gym again.
“Sully has gotten it into his head that it would be a good idea to propose to Starfleet that we go under cover on their behalf. Infiltrate the ‘True Federation’. He seems to feel that this is an opportunity considering our situation. While I agree with him that it is most certainly an opportunity, this crew is not ready to take on a mission of that caliber. We completely lack cohesion and Starfleet Clearly sees that. Not to mention the emotional stability to handle such a high stress situation for an extended period of time. I think given time to stabilize across the board then this would not be a problem. I cannot fully support his recommendation unfortunately as much as it pains me to say it. I really want to be able to support Sully in his idea but it is just not the right time. I am also left stuck between a rock and a hard place because when I don’t show full support Sully will likely feel like I’m sabotaging him. However, at the same time, he is making a decision to push forward with the idea with or without my approval, it would seem.” Oliver slowly walks back towards his desk coming to stand beside it. Leaning forward on the desk.
“My crew is likely going to be looking to the two of us over the next few days to set the pace, and with us not being an entirely cohesive unit it may result in a divide in the crew. Though I don’t envy them the decision they have set in front of them as it is. Do they stay with the ship and the Federation were supposed to be loyal to or do they go off to join the supposed True Federation.”
Moving around his desk, he drops into his chair and leans back folding his hands across his lap. “Section 31 has been a thorn in the galaxy. Always rearing its ugly head at the worst possible times. I have never had the pleasure of actually having to deal with them directly that I am aware of. Captain Phillips had dealings with them twice that he recalled in a conversation with me. Neither situation turned out well. He always said that if I ran into them in my career to avoid them as best as possible. Unfortunately, it’s not always that easy. Captain Phillps told me sometime after it happened when he was recounting one of the tales in which he had dealings with 31 about an incident. The Tempest was sent to the Federation board near the Tzenkethi space.
He paused a moment closing his eyes as he remembered that day vividly all the sudden. “I had not even been on the job for a month yet. It was practically my first missions as Executive officer on board. I still have nightmares from that incident. Needless to say we were asked to take a scientific delegation to rendezvous with a Tzenkethi vessel, we were trying another olive branch to try and improve relations with the Tzenkethi, and this guy. Maximillian Toperov. He rubbed everyone wrong from the day they set foot aboard the Tempest. I think by the time we got to the Tzenkethi neutral zone we were about ready to space that hack.” A grin began to spread across lips. “The Captain nearly did when things went sideways. I thought for certain I was about to see my Captain take a life he was so angry. I rightly cannot remember a time when I saw him that angry again after that incident. I can’t blame him.” He lets out a sigh. “That man got people killed on what should have just simply been a simple knowledge exchange on a scientific level. Caused so much pain, and that was just the tip of the iceberg, that attack set back relations with the Tzenkethi for decades.” He shakes his head and turns to start pacing the length of his office.
Stopping briefly at the replicator. “Computer, glass of water.” He said and watched as the glass shimmered into being. He took a drink.
“It concerns me that this group has been let run wild amongst the ranks of Starfleet. Maybe we deserve what is happening. It has been said that great civilizations usually only last a hundred years before they start to fall apart. The Federation may have broken that by a large number, but is this the end? Will history remember the Federation as a weak footnote?” he starts pacing again. “The True Federation is not the Federation, which is for certain.”
“I have a feeling though we will recover and get through our counseling at Starbase 313, were far from earning trust. This is not going to be easy and it will be uphill all the way. However, the only way to make this transition is to bring my crew together. End log!”
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Oliver stood in front of his Replicator scrolling through the menu, his stomach ached and he knew he need to eat but nothing was striking his fancy as he moved through the list. “What to eat…” he murmured as he scrolled through the menu. “Computer, Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Vegetable Melody.” He said just resorting to an old standby. He waited and heard the Replicator make several beeps as if processing, which was odd. He blinked and took a step back. “You’re not going to explode are you?”
A moment later, grilled chicken, a Vegetable melody, and something that Oliver didn’t remotely recognize. “What in the…” he picked up the plate and took a very scientific approach and brought the plate to eye level, then poked at the odd-looking substance. “Computer this is not what I ordered…”
“Affirmative, your order has been has been modified in accordance with requested medical standards.” The computers voice trilled.
“What? What medical standards?” he said staring at the replicator in disbelief.
A video feed suddenly began to play on the screen, Elianna’s face moving into view of the Camera. “Since you’ve been somewhat busy and reluctant to come to sickbay for your physical of late, and your last fitness review showed elevated levels of Cholestrol in your system I’ve curbed your diet a bit. So, Sorry…Come and see me sometime in sickbay for a physical…” she waved smiling broadly as the screen went dark.
He stood there staring at the replicator. “Wh…” his mouth hung open for a moment, then he laughed. It was one of those good hearty chuckles, he shook his head and settled back down at his table. “Okay, I guess that’s my notice that Physicals are right around the corner.” He said poking at the white stuff. Finally, he decided to throw caution to the wind and took a forkful and began to chew the stuff. It wasn’t bad, bit of a nutty flavor to it. Wasn’t horrible.
“Computer begin personal log recording.” He said and then waited for the beeps to indicate that the recording had begun. “Personal log. Today was productive. Maybe no exactly the way I had hoped but we managed. I got through the staff briefing and no one got shot or maimed so that was good. Sully was his usual pain in the ass self but I kind of deserve it to a degree. I had a brunch thing with Elianna which was good. After the meeting, we had it was nice just to talk and have a laugh.” He began cutting at a piece of grilled chicken admiring it before putting it down the hatch. “It’s going to be two weeks nearly to transit from Pacifica to Starbase 313. It’s either going to be a long couple of weeks or hopefully productive. Maybe we can mend some fences.”
He sat back in his chair taking a drink of water. “I’m going to try and reach out to Sully soon. I’m just looking for the right time. After today it’s probably more important to do it than ever. End Log”
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Oliver walked the short distance across his room having just re-entered his ready room from the bridge. He had taken a moment to check in with the current duty officer just to make sure everything was going well. He did not expect to find anything wrong, but he wanted to ensure that his crew did not think he was just keeping himself cooped up still. Technically, he was on duty but this was a good time to give some of the junior officer’s time in the big chair. “Computer begin Personnel Log!”
He waited and listened for the customary beeps indicating the system was recording yet again. “Personal Log,” he slowly settled in behind his desk in his chair leaning back. He wanted to say so much right now but part of him felt reserved as if he knew Starfleet was likely to be listening in and watching. Waiting to see some kind of signs that they were not who they appeared to be. “Civil War…” he said under his breath. “Never thought I would see the day that the Federation, that Starfleet would descend into such a state.” He glanced at the blank screen sitting in front of him wondering if it was just recording his log or if someone was watching. Honestly part of him wanted to pull a few of the senior staff in and really screw with whomever might be watching, but that was not what they needed right now. Though a laugh could be worth it. “My father is probably turning over in his grave right now.” He said.
“Maybe we were sent back to this point in time for a reason. Perhaps it’s not a coincidence that we ended up here at this moment in time. Be nice if they left us with an instructions manual on how to screw with time. Part of me wants to blame ‘Q’ for this but he’d be gloating about it right now, or meddling in some way. Since we’ve seen hide nor hair of him this is something else entirely.” He sits forward, leaning on his desk with his elbows now.
“It’s not all bad I suppose. We have a real chance to make a difference here given the state of things. Part of me is excited about that.” He shifted to lean back again. He felt anise, as if he was expecting things to start blowing up any moment. Perhaps it was just that feeling of still being essentially locked up. Nothing pressing to work on. Just a gentle cruise to shrink central at Starbase 313.”
He reached over and hit the button on his desktop terminal and plugged in his access code bringing it online. His fingers danced over the keys as he accessed the subspace network and pulled up information about Earth, real estate listings, he typed in his old home address on the screen and his eyebrow immediately shot up. “All be…” he said. “Maybe things are not that bad after all!” he hit a couple of keys and pulled up another window and glanced over his accounts and noted that his credit count was much higher than hit had been previous. He flipped back over to the other screen and sat back in his chair staring at it for a long moment. “They put it on the market but it never sold.” He nodded and reach forward and hit the button and began entering some information, then sat back. “Not for long!” he said.
“My families home in Grant’s pass was still on the market. I may not go back home for a long time but my back pay should cover it. Money will likely go to one of my sisters or into an account for family care at the assisted living facility but it’s still something I can contribute.” He nodded to himself. “I miss that house. Maybe I’ll take some time off and go back and fix it up, furnish it. Spend some time fishing.” He spun his chair to face the window looking out into space.
“I cannot say that I wasn’t upset finding out that my sister sold it after my mother went into care. But I also cannot blame her for doing it. I guess it was just one more insult to injury for me. It will probably be a while before I get back to Earth honestly but it wou…”
“Incoming Transmission!” the console suddenly began beeping and repeating itself. Oliver stared at it for a long moment, finally reaching out to hit the key to accept.
The logo for the Luna Medical College appeared briefly on the screen then a familiar face, aged more than he could remember but he was certain he recognized her. “Hello Oliver!” the voice was ever so slightly different, but the not so much so that Oliver did not recognize it.
“Lori?” he asked, a bit of surprise slipping into his voice.
She offered a warm smile, “I was wondering if you had forgotten! My goodness you’ve not aged a day!” she said leaning back in her chair.
He felt his heart drop, the sudden realization he should have looked her up when he had the chance and he had completely forgotten. Part of him just assumed that she had passed away like he felt had happened with everyone else. His face betrayed his sudden shift in emotions. “Lori I’m…I’m sorry!” he started to say but stopped when she held up a hand.
“It’s okay Oliver.” She said. “I’m certain you’ve been busy, I just found out last night that the Tempest showed back up. I cannot tell you how happy I was to hear that.” She said. “I’m certain it’s not been easy for you, but it’s so good to know that you survived somehow.”
He shook his head. “It’s been…” he searched for the right words. “Challenging to say the least.”
“Oh I’ve no doubt. So much time has passed, where did you all go?”
“I don’t rightly know. I am not sure how much I can say to be honest.” He shifted uneasy in his chair. “Luna Medical College?” he asked trying to change the subject away from their current predicament on the ship. She smiled again. “Yeah, I decided to leave Starfleet a few months after the Tempest disappeared. I tried to continue even after Lyshan III but it was too much loss for me. I am truthfully glad I did with the War having come on not long after. It was a better environment for Gabby.” She looked off screen for a moment as a voice called her attention away. “How is Gabby?” he asked as her attention came back to the screen. “She’s done well, growing up faster than I would like. She joined Starfleet once she came of age, followed in her old mom’s footsteps and then some. She graduated from the Academy eight years ago with her doctorate. Therefore, I supposed she one-upped her mom but I’m a proud mother none the less. She is stationed aboard one of those Hospital ships, the USS Jenner.”
“You must be very proud.” He said.
She nodded. “Can’t help but be.” It was then when she picked up a Padd off her desk that he noted a ring on her finger. He felt his stomach knot for a moment, but then he smiled. “You got married?” She seemed to recoil and hid her hand but then relaxed with a sigh. “Yes. I met a botanist shortly after I retired from the fleet. Jeff’s a great guy, he was there for me as a friend for a long time while I was going through some tough times dealing with Lyshan and then when you all disappeared. You know they searched for you and your ship for a year after you went missing. They found what they were sure was your last known position, but could not find debris. No clues as to what happened to your ship. There was planetary debris, but no ship debris could be found. They sent science vessels, searched the general area for a long time before they finally called off the search.” She seemed a little on the defensive, and maybe a little panicked as her words came quickly. “I waited…” “I’m happy for you. I would not have wanted you to wait. It would not have been fair to you, but I do appreciate it all the same!” he said somberly. “Gabby needed stability, I’m sure it wasn’t easy.” “No it wasn’t.” she said. He let out a long sigh. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am.” “It comes with the job Ollie. I knew that when we met, I knew that when I joined.” She seemed to grow more distant suddenly. “We got used to losing people, there are not many left from our graduating class.” He nodded. “I know.”
She looked off screen as a bell began to ring. “I have to go, but I’m glad you came back Ollie. Please stay in touch. We were always great friends and I hope that we can continue that. I am not as adventurous as I used to be seeing as I am a few years older but I am here if you ever need someone. You should reach out to Gabby when you have time. She knows you have turned back up. She’s just afraid to call.”
He nodded. “If you think that’s a good idea?”
“It is!” she said. He nodded again. “Thank you for reaching out Lori, it was great to see you again.” “And you Ollie, next time you’re around Earth stop in for a visit!” “I will.” He said somberly.
“Bye Ollie!” she said offering a smile. He could see she was on the edge of tears; the corners of her eyes were tightening. He too had to fight the urge to let go with the waterworks too, “Goodbye.” He said and hastily hit the button on the desktop console. He took in a deep breath and slumped over in his chair. The two of them had known each other since their sophomore year at the Academy. They had been friends for a long time until they were brought back together aboard the Tempest and things went a different direction. He sat there at his desk for a long while, trying to collect his thoughts. So many emotions. So many things to deal with. He could feel his resolve slowly slipping away. He wanted to overturn the table, ravage his ready room and let his anger spill forth. It was so hard not to. He felt his hands clenching hard into fists, he stared at them willing them to stop. Slowly they relaxed. “Rock!” he muttered. Taking in a deep shuddering breath, and letting it out. “Crap! End personal log!” he blurted out.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Mar 30, 2017 14:05:23 GMT
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room
IC Date: December 10, 2396 Time: 13:45:11
Stardate: 73941.45
A joint post by Sully & Oliver.
Oliver sat back in his chair in his ready room staring at the desktop terminal’s black screen. He had been sitting here a while trying to decide how to approach a problem, that being the situation building between him and Sully. He sighed, he knew he had made a mistake trying to confront him so directly. Not to mention in front of another junior officer. He had to find a way to start the ball rolling in the right direction. The separation between them couldn’t continue. A command team that was not cohesive could be disastrous for the rest of the crew. He knew he had to do something, send an oliver branch.
He reached up and hit his communicator. “Oliver to Commander Derringer, if you have a moment could you please come to my ready room.”
Sully was hunched over his notes, scanning every line with a frustrate glare on his face when his communicator hummed to life and the voice of his Captain shook him from his most recent stupor. Somewhat begrudgingly, he patted his communicator and let out a sigh in the affirmative.
To himself, he simply shook his head and muttered, “It’s not going to work. Not yet anyway.” before slapping his journal shut and stepping out of his quarters. The crew he passed seemed to give him a mix of looks between cautious amicability and even more cautious trepidation. A fair deal of the most recent events had revolved around him, so Sully wasn’t exactly surprised to see such a response.
He managed to take the stares and whispers in stride all the way to the door into Oliver’s ready room before he had to stop himself. Sully cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and strode inside.
Oliver waited for the communications channel to close and took another deep breath. It was dawning on him that he was both very nervous about this and anxious. Oliver knew he shouldn’t be. But he also knew that there was a lot riding on trying to get the two of them back on the same page and working together. He waited for the door and Sully to appear.
He looked over from his darkened desktop console and smiled. “Thank you for coming Sully. Have a seat.” he gestured to the chair across from him. “You want something to drink?” he asked pointing to the replicator.
Sully raised a hand, and shook his head. “No thank you Captain, I’ve already eaten. And I don’t feel like sitting down.”
Sullivan Derringer was, as most could attest, fairly perceptive when he wanted to be. But it took no great amount of deduction to see what this meeting would be about.
“Captain, before you say anything let me just get this out of the way. My proposal on how to deal with Section 31 and the True Federation was premature. I think it would be an effective strategy, but to subject the crew to yet another drastic change so soon would be irresponsible. I don’t want to do such a thing if I don’t have the full support I think an action like that would require.”
Sully paused, a short pause just polite enough to allow Oliver to get a word in edgewise without giving the momentum of the conversation away.
Oliver’s mouth opened as if he was about to say something, he stopped for a moment contemplating Sully’s words. “Okay.” he said and let him continue.
“And as for this thing with Johnny,” he began anew “I’m done trying to mitigate that disaster. I’ve said my piece several times. Neither you nor he seem interested in hearing me out, so I’m deferring to you in this matter. When, as I’ve warned you in the past, his antics get one of us killed, I will be more than happy to revisit the topic. Until then I think it best we press on.”
Oliver nodded, staying silent for a moment longer considering his words. “I appreciate that you came to that decision on your own. That was well thought out and in the best interest of the crew. I completely agree with your assessment. While I would love the opportunity to be that kind of help to Starfleet it’s just not the right time. How about instead of dismissing it we shelve the idea and revisit it together after this stuff with Starfleet is behind us and were back on active duty fully. The worse that happens is Starfleet says no. But if you and I approach this from a unified front I think it would go over much better. I’m not entirely against the idea, just as you came to the conclusion I feel it's just a bit too soon.”
He paused a moment and relaxed, settling back in his chair. “For what it’s worth Sully I’m sorry about what happened. I was not thinking straight and confronting you like I did was wrong. I realize that now of course. Just an apology won’t do, and I realize that. I hope that you’ll give me the chance to make it up to you. I want this to work between us. I was in a way trying to help, I just went about it in the wrong way. I know you’ve said that nothing happened as far as you can remember. But I hope that if you do happen to remember something you will at some point feel free to come talk to me about it. That’s the last I will bring up that subject.” he paused a moment and picked up the glass of water on his table. “It’s a sore subject for all of us.”
“As far as the thing with Johnny are concerned, it’s not something that either of us can just let go of. My hope was that you would find a way to resolve the issue on your own. I should have seen that it was too much for just one person really to handle. My predecessor taught me to do things a certain way, and it was just second nature to do the same with you. I need to learn to be my own Captain and not be my old Captain if that makes sense. I’m growing in this position too, and you shouldn’t have to bear that responsibility alone. So I’m open to suggestions on how you feel we should approach this situation with Johnny. I know he seems rough around the edges but I think he could be a valuable asset once he get’s past whatever his issues. Though I believe he will still be a bit of a wild card I think we can get him back to where he should be to best work with all of us. Disciplinary action aside, do you have any suggestions?” he took a drink from the water and let things hang there for the moment.
Sully nodded, tensing his fist behind his back as he recalled the events surrounding their time jump. It took a measure of restraint to allow Oliver his time to speak, but of late Sully had become too tired to fight much.
“You’re right captain,” he responded at last, “An apology won’t be enough. It might have been had you just left me high and dry as fast as Johnny was concerned, but you took that a step further when you sided with him and turned this into a witch hunt against me. If you can’t respect my word, and yet accuse me of having anything to do with what brought us here, I don’t see how I could ever forgive that.”
Sure, Sully hadn’t been fully honest with regards to what happened that day, but his omissions were to protect the crew, not to harm it as Johnny had convinced the Captain. Many times, he’d come close to telling at least Oliver the whole truth. But now, after all that had happened, Sully knew that he could never trust Oliver with such information. It was far better to keep those burdens on himself.
Sully felt his frustrations bubble up as Oliver began to talk about Johnny, and he couldn’t help but blurt out “Frankly, Captain, I don’t care what your reasons were. I don’t care about your apologies. I warned you Johnny would be a problem. I did try to fix it on my own, but he would not listen to or respect me, so when I came to you it wasn’t because I wanted you to pat him on the back and join in on the conspiracy. I’ll serve on this ship for as long as I can, which may not be very long if these delays and examinations keep piling up, but as far as you and I are concerned?”
Sully took a deep breath, readying himself to say what he’d been waiting to ever since that phaser hit him in the chest.
“As far as we’re concerned, I’m done. I told you I’d remember what you did and didn’t do on that bridge and I meant it. I told you, I won’t be standing in Johnny’s way any more. I’ll let him do what he wants, and when that blows up in your face instead of mine maybe you’ll finally get the picture.”
Oliver nodded. “I understand.” he paused for a moment. “Just so we're clear on something, I didn’t say you had brought us here or had something to do with it specifically. I just think that you know more about what brought us here than you're willing to tell, for whatever the reason... In the moment I was agitated and trying to force the information out of you. I wasn’t trying to bring a witch hunt it was just the three of us in that moment. I’m sure it felt that way and I get it. Yes, I temporarily relieved you, but just so we could make sure that you were okay. But I do have an obligation to the crew which includes you, just as much as you do in trying to piece things together. You’ve been acting...so strangely since the incident on the planet. What was I to think? You witnessed something significant either down on the planet that’s got you twisted up or it was something to do with what happened to all of us or both. I was concerned and part of me still is truth be told. If I didn’t respect your word as you say I would be pressing the issue further. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’m not going to ask you about it again as I’m certain that is your wish. Which is what I should have done in the first place. As long as your can tell me with all certainty that it has no bearing on the safety of our ship and mission. I will let it go. That’s all I have, I just wanted to talk to try and start working things out. Thank you for coming up, I do appreciate it. Was there anything you’d like to discuss?”
Sully, rubbing the side of his face with his index finger, looked as if he was about to say something further, but instead decided to simply turn on his heels and quietly leave the ready room.
Oliver watched as Sully departed, and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes shaking his head, this had gone about how he expected it might, it was only his hope that he could have made some kind of progress but talking was something.
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Oliver ducked under a branch as he continued jogging down a path in the woods. To his right a river raged. He knew that the thing was holographic but it sure did give a certain impression. Its angry waters rolled through the landscape, its cresting rapid willing you to challenge their resolve. The smell that the conifer trees gave off never failed to remind him of home. He had jogged the actual trails all through his youth, and every chance he had when he got back to Oregon. The river took a sharp turn and dropped up ahead and he began a winding chase down a path that took him down a good distance and deposited him into a familiar clearing. He came to a stop jogging in place for a moment, then bent over catching his breath.
Pulling a canteen of water from a pouch off his back he slowly walked over and reached for another item, this one a sandwich. He settled down onto a log watching the water gently roll by. This was a favored spot for him, a place he had enjoyed coming for privacy, brought a few dates. It was a memorable place. It had essentially a pool, and a waterfall though one had to be very careful where they swam or waded into lest the current pull them down river. Not many would survive such a trip. He made that mistake one, and only once.
Oliver pulled the wrapping off the sandwich and leaned against a tree. “What a mess.” He said to himself. “I’ve always known that doing things when you’re tired or angry can get you into trouble. But this one is…” he leaned forward and took a bite from the sandwich which left a smear of peanut butter on his cheek. He spotted movement which pulled his eyes to some birds flying past just through the trees above. “Why can’t thing’s just be that simple.”
His eyes lowered from the sky above to the water. “My father always told me that it takes a man to admit he’s wrong and learn from his mistakes. But you must show that you’ve learned, you cannot just say it. I’ve seen that time and time again reflected in life before me and it never resounded so loudly than it does today. Odd, isn’t it?” he said looking around as if expecting someone to answer. He was alone, and he knew that but it didn’t matter he just needed to talk.
“I’ve a long road ahead of me, but I can’t even see the road. How do you find your way without a road to follow? Might as well be blazing a new trail, but when someone dumps a load of rocks in your path, then trees how do you find your way when obstacles continue to pop up.”
He shook his head. “I was…” he stopped and stared intently at the sandwich in his hand. “I hurt someone and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if it can be fixed. But not just for me, this crew needs us and if were divided they will be too. Our ship will never reach its potential. No ship with its command staff divided ever does.” He frowned and tossed the sandwich aside. He began pulling off his shirt. “But what do I do?” he said starting to peel off his sweatpants. Taking a moment to adjust his swim suit and ensure it was tied securely he slipped off his shoes and started walking towards the water. “Then there is my problem child. Johnny. What do I do with that which drives a rift into anything it can get into?” He said as he slowly sunk into the water wading in up to his chest before having to begin treading water. It was cold, but relaxing to him.
Oliver continued to slowly move his way out towards where he knew were some rocks near the waterfall. The thunderous sound of the water crashing down made it hard to hear himself but he was just thinking out loud really. “He said at some point that he was forced into this. That his family made him join. Why the hell is he still here then if that’s all that’s keeping him. That cannot be all that’s keeping him. Maybe he’s just lost and because that’s the way it has always been for him, the path of the rebel he’s just continuing. But how do you help someone see that there is more, or to decide what they want to do with the rest of their days?” Oliver slowly pulled himself up onto one of the rocks, it was more like an underwater chair than a rock. The water from the fall above just barely reaching him, slapping into his back. It was like getting a massage from mother nature. It was one of the things he enjoyed the most about this place.
He let out a sigh which was not audible over the falling water. “Strange new world…” he said to himself. He sat there in quiet contemplation for a long time, his eyes closed his brain chewing on the events of the last few days. Contemplating his conversation with Sully earlier that day. It did not go well he felt, but it is about what he had expected. There was no easy way through this, Oliver knew he would just have to give him some space and try and bring some normalcy to the crew and their routine. They needed to move on. “Rock…” he muttered.
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Oliver strolled through his quarters pulling a long sleeve light gray shirt over his scared back. It contrasted well with his black sweat pants and bare feet. His hair was still wet from having just finish a longer than usual stint in the sonic shower. “Computer begin Personal Log recording!” he said as he dropped down onto his couch. He still felt the ache of his muscles. He had spent a few hours in the gym; he had taken up going back with some of his free time. Might as well work on his physical fitness while they were on light duty he figured.
The computer let out its customary beeps. “Personal log, it’s funny how a few days can make the difference in your stress level? Not to mention some good hard workouts.” He said flexing his arms. “Were still several days from Starbase 313 and our appointment with a battalion of Starfleet head shrinks but I cannot help but see that some of the crew is starting to look much better. Everyone seems less somber to a degree. It is a long road, but were on it. That is the important thing.” Slowly he leaned back into the cushions of his couch. “I did get some good news this morning, the offer on my old family home and property was accepted. Oddly enough, I am a homeowner. It is weird saying that honestly. I did not think that would be in my wheelhouse until I was about ready to retire from Starfleet. But circumstances change and so do attitudes.”
“I’m honestly enjoying being on light duty. Yet again, another thing I did not think I would find myself saying. Having time to think, and reach out to some old friends and colleagues has been nice. I am glad that it is not as bad as it seemed at first; though many of my classmates have passed away during the war, I still have a bunch out there in the world. However, it is hard to talk to some since they went over to the other side. I actually found myself thinking about this in depth, what that is going to be like sitting across the battlefield from friends and old colleagues. I think I’m going to have a hard time with that.” He said somberly.
“I can’t imagine what it was like going through the wars we missed and having to deal with the loss of people you cared about but to now have to be the one taking the lives. It’s like a large scale Marquis scenario, half of the fleet defecting to the greener side of the lawn, or so they are lead to believe.” He shook his head.
“Few more days at Warp and we can get this over with and get back to hopefully doing our jobs. For now its light duty continued and rest and relaxation. End personal log!”
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Oliver sat in the chair behind his desk in his ready room, he was lost in thought as he seemed to be a lot these last few days trying very hard not to think about the things that were coming. Counseling sessions were never meant to be fun, this he was sure of. However, he knew that it was a segue into getting back to work. Which was something that he felt his crew needed. But there was certainly a part of him that knew that depending upon the outcome this may not be the end of evaluations and potentially even extended time off. He had noticed that the crew had started to seem far less lethargic, and in some cases, even happy. A lot of them had connected with old family and friends by now which no doubt had a therapeutic effect all on its own.
“Computer begin Captain’s log recording!’ he said.
The computer went through its customary signals that it had begun recording. “Captain’s Log Stardate: 73974.88. The Tempest is closing on Starbase 313 and should arrive by morning. Part of me is ecstatic about our pending arrival as it’s one last step towards getting back to work. I know.” He said holding up a hand. “I keep saying that. But it’s true. I know for certain there are many in the Tempest Crew who are looking forward to getting back to work. Though I cannot say that it was a surprise when I started to receive requests for transfer’s and early retirement from some of the crew. Twenty-nine.” He said.
Leaning back in his chair. “Twenty-nine officers asking to be released at Starbase 313. It’s not a large number honestly when you consider how many are on board but it kind of feels like a sign. I knew it was coming. Many cited that things just went a direction they did not sign up for. Some are just flat out done. A few want off the ship and were none too kind about their reasoning.” He said as a frown spread across his lips. “I’m hoping that this is all that we lose. My only hope is that we don’t see them on the other side of the fence playing for the True Federation. But that is a risk we all take in this world we are now a part of. A reality. We should be putting in sometime mid-morning, it will be interesting to see what they have in store for us. End log!”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 6, 2017 23:28:20 GMT
Mission 35 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 7 Sim Date: April 1, 2017 IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 21:50:01 Stardate: 73975.16 ST:E Stardate: 11704.01
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director – Unable to establish a connection to any chat system. We tried.
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================= =/\= ============================ =/\= ================= OOC & Pre Sim Information: A lot going on this last week – Great logs everyone. Great working with some of you on Joint Post/logs. Lots of good material.
We are working on getting together to discuss working out Character progression stuff, we had talked about doing it Wednesday but I had some personal issues come up and Annie ended up out of town as well. We will try to meet up prior to the sim Saturday to discuss things.
With Bea moving further away her arrival time back at home is not conducive to being able to make the Sim on time, which is something were all aware of by now I think. Annie and I have been brainstorming ideas to at least keep her involved so that when she can be reintegrated back into the sim if that becomes a possibility. She is going to open up a topic on our forum called something like “Councilors office” or something to that nature. She is going to do some writing, and joint posts with us. Therefore, if you have some ideas and want to work with her on that she would likely be very interested. I encourage you folks to get creative and try to integrate her as best as you can.
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‘The texturing on the ceiling in here is really subpar.’ Oliver thought to himself as he stared up at the ceiling of his dimly light quarters. A sheet laying across his body. He had one leg hanging out and over the side of the bed; everyone knew that this was for temperature regulation. His quarters felt hot. He had checked the ambient temperature a few times before finally realizing he had consumed just enough booze before retiring to his quarters for the evening. Not enough to be stumbling, and bumbling drunk but just enough. He smiled at the thought of drinking some more but he would have to report for duty in the morning so it was not a wise choice.
“Computer…..” he sad and stopped a moment pondering what the next day would be like. The pause was a lot longer than he intended. He was dreading meeting with someone other than Eldridia. She had not been on the ship for long but he had already grown fond of talking to her despite the few times they had a chance to talk.
“Please restate request!” the computers voice called back at him.
He chuckled. “Begin personal log recording!” he said and waited for the customary beeps signaling it had begun. “Another day behind me, and maybe another sleepless night ahead?” he paused shifting in the bed throwing the sheet off. “The closer we’ve gotten the more anxiety I seem to feel. I know we need to push past recent events so we can get back to work but I am not sure how I feel about having to spill my guts to a Starfleet shrink. Might do some good and relieve stress and anxiety. Who knows what else is lurking in there but it could also go a complete wrong direction. I am not ready to leave the fleet, and I certainly do not want any more shore leave.”
“I had a…” he stops as he could feel the yawn coming. “Good conversation with Johnny Cleveland. On the other hand, so I think it was. It was more serious that I had intended but we were able to move past it in the end and have a few drinks. I reached out to him and let him know that with the direction things are going it may not go well for his continued career. He seems to want to stay with the fleet despite everything, but he still feels stuck and bound by his family pressures. I honestly cannot imagine what that is like but he has to be given the chance to be his own man and realize he can do his own thing rather than live in the shadow of family. It is not fair to him. I did leave a door open for him to think about. I’m willing to help however I can but he has to tell me what it is I can do to help him if he even wants it.”
“One thing I so know for certain is that nature will take its course one way or another. He feels like I’m being Idealistic in my ways that I think in a Simplistic nature. That nothing is ever that easy. It never does seem that easy until you see it yourself. All it takes is making a choice and seeing that course through. Sometimes a simple approach can get you out of the most complicated scenarios.” He yawned again. “Maybe my conversation will have struck a chord with him. Only time will tell.” “I need to try and get some sleep. End log!” he said turning over in his bed pulling a pillow, beating on the one under his head a few time to try and beat it into comfortable submission before finally curling up into a ball and drifting off to sleep.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on Apr 14, 2017 13:46:57 GMT
Mission 36 – “Prisoner Transfer ” - Part 1Sim Date: April 8, 2017 Run Time: 1912-2038 IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 09:30:22 Stardate: 73976.76 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.08 Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director Notable NPC’s Used:Captain Udonis Harris – Commanding Officer USS Vonnegut (Defiant Class) OOC & Pre Sim Information: CJ was able to get his internet connection issue sorted or at least a solution to allow him to attend which we were all grateful for, as we were able to continue our mission. Great job last week everyone, things took a sideways turn, hopefully for the better. Mission Briefing: The Tempest is a little over half-way to its destination, a round of psychiatric evaluation awaiting key members of the senior staff. The crew is on a light-duty, four-shift rotation, but, while the tension has lessened somewhat, it still remains... Mission Debriefing: All right! Lapse will be about two hours. The mission will be relayed to Ollie, and once basic repairs are done and wounded transferred to the Tempest, you will be headed to Starbase 313 once more, this time for prisoner transfer. Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room “Captain’s Log Stardate 73976.49. It has been an eventful couple of hours; the Tempest was in transit to Starbase 313 to complete our orders of undergoing additional evaluations per Starfleet Command. While in route, we received a distress call from the USS Vonnegut a Defiant Class Vessel who was waylaid by two Section 31 vessels, one an Akira Class and the other a Saber Class. We were unable to identify the vessels due to them having been stripped of their hull markings and their IFF’s having been removed.” He shifted uneasy in his chair. “This was our first encounter versus Section 31 vessels; they had some sort of sensor dampening added to their hull and black thermal coatings which made them hard to detect. We ended up having to take a feed from the USS Vonnegut in order to provide us with target locks which helped make us far more effective in the battle.” He paused, reflecting on the battle. “I tried to reach out to the Akira class vessel. They choose to destroy their ship and end their lives rather than be taken prisoner. Akira class vessels typically have a crew compliment of around five hundred not including civilians. It is hard to fathom how individuals with Starfleet’s principals would choose such a way out, death before dishonor. You would think we were fighting Klingons instead of Starfleet officers.” After taking a moment, he continues. “I’ve met with Captain Harris and it appears our orders are going to be modified slightly. It should be interesting to hear what Starfleet has to say about it when we call it in that we have deviated from our orders. However, as Captain Harris has implicated this is an important mission and needs to be completed.” “I have to say that my crew stepped up to the plate again very well. That was the first time in a long while that we have worked as a team. Since the earthquake on Pacifica. While not that long ago it certainly feels like it. Sully stepped up and did a great job at Tactical. Corky was great. It is never exciting for someone in Science when a battle goes down, but he helped immensely with monitoring damage control, and helping to support the battle as it waged on. I have not had a chance to speak with Elianna yet, but I am sure she’s got her hands full in sickbay with our few wounded as well as those who were transferred aboard from the Vonnegut. For the record there were eight dead on the Vonnegut, and countless wounded. While we only had a hand full. This engagement could have gone much worse. On a positive note, Captain Harris did bring over the Sensor modification information we need to help us in our next engagement if we run into ships equipped with that Sensor dampening again. I intend on asking Corky to both install and see if he can expand on the software to see if we can improve its efficiency. While it helped, our accuracy was certainly diminished.” “For now were in route to our destination for a prisoner transfer, the days ahead are going to be most interesting to say the least. I will be calling a staff meeting soon to go over the details of our new mission soon. End Log”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on May 5, 2017 15:35:54 GMT
Mission 37 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 2Sim Date: April 15, 2017 IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 11:00:00 Stardate: 73973.92 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.15 Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director Notable NPC’s Used: OOC & Pre Sim Information: I want to apologize, this last two weeks has been crazy for me. I am behind on my logs but I am hoping to catch up tonight/today finally. I thank you for you patience. Mission Briefing: The Tempest has responded to a distress signal sent by the USS Vonnegut, which was under attack by a pair of Section 31 vessels. Following a brief but intense skirmish, both enemy vessels were destroyed, the latter apparently self-destructing to avoid capture. However, the Vonnegut was able to beam off one enemy officer. After a couple hours of repairs for the Vonnegut, the Tempest now prepares to resume course to Starbase 313 with the Vonnegut's prisoner in the brig. Mission Debrief: Lapse will be about 12 hours. INH, if you would like to send me a PM on the STAB board with details on how Johnny might try to speak to the prisoner, we can work something out. The lab analyses of the materials from the Section 31 ship will be complete, and we will go over those next week. Any questions? Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room Oliver sat staring out into space, something he realized he did far too often. Part of his joy of being in Starfleet had hedged around that view, the ability to stare out into the unknown and wonder what there was to find. Given their present situation, which was not what he felt he was seeing today. No, it was not what was outside his window today. They were deep into Federation Territory, already explored and cataloged space. However, even today, they still found new things to make scientist turn their heads, but their mission appears to have skewed. They were still in route to Starbase 313 much to the dismay of most of the crew, despite some excitement in running across the USS Vonnegut engaged in combat with two ‘True Federation’ vessels. Now they were housing a virtual prisoner of war on his trip to Starbase 313. “Computer Begin Captains log!” he said, and then waited for the customary beeps. His attention still seemed focused on the streaking stars slipping past outside. Why did the galaxy always seem to want to come after the Federation, it just seemed that there would be no peace. Even if there was, it was short lived. Someone was always looking to wipe the Federation, and what it stood for out. “Captains Log, Stardate 73973.92. We are back on course for Starbase 313 both to follow our original orders to report for further evaluation and to deliver our prisoner. I am happy to say that thus far it has been relatively quiet. That always puts me on edge, when you are toting prisoners, and transiting from one place to another.” He pauses to check something on his desktop computer then his vision returns back to the window. “Not to mention that this prisoner, despite being a bit mouthy at times from what I understand has been all but cooperative. Based on reports I have read, these people that have been in support of the ‘True Federation’ are almost fanatical in that they take their own lives. We experienced that in our engagement with them. They rather self-destruct their vessel and die rather than be taken as prisoner. I would have rather them surrender and scuttle their ship rather than just let all those people die. Then again were only making assumptions that there were people aboard, that sensor dampening material they are using did not help matters.” “Corky has been working diligently on trying to improve detection and scanning ability to penetrate this material they are using. Lucky for us we recovered debris. It is going to be a nice challenge for the young officer. I have confidence that he might very well come up with a solution to the scanning problem.” He pauses again to check the screen on his desk. “Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland was sent to the brig for a short stay as he supposedly struck first officer Commander Sully Derringer, I was going to jump right into entering this into his record but that intuition that there is something more going on here has my curiosity up. So for the time being I’m going to wait and see what happens when Johnny is released before I place a formal reprimand in his file. “We are continuing on our course for Starbase 313, working on researching our new adversary, finalizing what little repairs were needed after our confrontation and hopefully staying under the Radar. End Log.”
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on May 5, 2017 17:58:22 GMT
Mission 38 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 3Sim Date: April 29, 2017 IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 11:32:14 Star Trek Stardate: 73976.72 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.29 Attendance: Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer CJ as Game Director Notable NPC’s Used:DeKarr – Navigation Department. Nores – Science Department. Admiral Martin Walker – Starfleet Commander in Chief OOC & Pre Sim Information: We have an Engineer! WOOT! Make sure to stop into the OCC Boards for the ship and welcome them aboard! Mission Briefing: The Tempest continues towards the nearest Starbase. In the brig sits one captured True Federation officer, and one tactical officer serving a 24-hour lockup for punching Commander Derringer in the face. Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room. Oliver frowned as he stared at the newest crew assignments, they had already had close to sixty put in for reassignment and retirement since they had left Pacifica. Granted that many people was a drop of a hat in comparison to the amount of people on board the Tempest but it still felt disheartening. Granted he was certain they would have crew rotated in, it still felt like a loss. He laid back on the couch having just finished eating; he still had a short time before he had to report to the bridge, they would be at Pacifica soon. While he was sleeping better, it was not perfect so he still felt that twinge of fatigue. “Computer begin Captains Duty log!” he said. The computer went through its usual routine and beeped ready. “Captain’s log Stardate 73976.72 supplemental. Were nearly to Starbase 313 finally. It is a long trip from the outer rim of Federation Space to anything remotely toward the core. Johnny was finally released from the Brig, so I am kind of waiting to see what came of his fun spent down in the Brig playing with our guest. I took the liberty of saying hi myself. He is a rather intense fellow to say the least. I get the feeling there is certainly more to this man than it would seem. Something was off; maybe it is just simple fanaticism. Something did not feel right. One thing that is certain, there is a lot of animosity towards the ‘True Federation’ supporters. They are not treated very well despite still technically being Federation citizens. Alternatively, are they now? Nevertheless, do they deserve to be treated any less just because they choose the other side? I feel like this is an issue that needs to be addressed. If we treat them poorly what will happen when word gets back to the other side. How many people will pay for that with their lives or worse?” he paused a moment. “It’s odd, speaking with Security it seems that most of the time when captured these guys jump to suicide without a second thought. It feels strange even more so that they would be so Cavalier about just taking their own lives.” He shifts uneasy on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “But this one has not. Has not even attempted to escape, has not tried to take his own life. I even had Security give him decent food, did not try to choke on it, nothing. It is damn peculiar.” “I met with Corky down in the Astro-Sciences lab; both he and Science Officer Nores have uncovered several oddities regarding the sensor readings and debris scans we’ve made. I’m not sure what to think of it just yet. Apparently the ‘True Federation’ is using little to no Deuranium and Kelbonite in the constructions of their ships and as a trade-off for more Stealth capabilities. The Kelbonite is the primary culprit for the Senor deadening. I’ve asked them to keep working at it to try and find better detection methods and a way to punch through that.” He snaps his finger as if a thought suddenly entered into his mind. He sits up abruptly. “Huh, maybe…” he leans forward. “Either they are brain washing all of these Starfleet Officers or maybe it is something far more sinister, or if you count it as such. Maybe they are clones?” he leans back into the cushions of the couch. “That might explain why they are so cavalier about taking their own lives. Outside of brain washing techniques.” He rubs the stubble on his chin. “I’ll have to have Elianna look into that possibility. It might explain some of the Malnourishment and other issues she detected.” “You would think Starfleet might have come to that conclusion though by now if they were doing that. Maybe not.” He sits for a long moment pondering this. “It’s something though…” he stands and heads for the door to his ready room. “Computer locate Doctor Kestran!” he said as he disappears out the door to his ready room. The door abruptly open again. “Computer end log!” he says then disappears out the door again. It may be nothing but anything is something to explain a thing that had been gnawing at him. It was not in the nature of Starfleet officers to take their own lives so easily. Maybe he was grasping at straws, but it might be something.
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Post by CO_Capt_Savage on May 7, 2017 0:49:05 GMT
Personal Log Entry IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 23:27:31 Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 12, Gymnasium The rhythmic sound of Oliver’s feet hitting the treadmill was the only noise in the empty Gymnasium. Granted he hated to be awake at this hour, but it was the only thing he could think of to ware himself out. He had realized when Elianna had started hinting at his health that he had been taking it far too easy since Lyshan. He had not actually been to the Gym and other than his run days ago in the Holodeck he had not been into his usual routine. He needed to get back to it, add some normalcy to his day-to-day life. One thing that was good about this hour was there was rarely anyone around so he had the gym to himself. He had come to that conclusion long ago while he was a young officer using the late hours to get away from the rest of the crew, his alone time to exercise. “Computer begin Personal Log!” he said as he continued to plod along. The computer beeped signaling the log recording was active. “Personal Log, December Twenty Second, Twenty-Three Ninety-Six. Christmas is almost here; most people do not celebrate the Yule like they used to so many moons ago. My family stayed up with the tradition while we were children and up until we all left the next. While Religion seems so rare, my family has continued it as a tradition for so long. Maybe we will get a Christmas Miracle and get sent on our way quickly by the staff at Starbase 313. That would be amazing right now.” He continued running. “My father once was asked by my youngest sister why we would follow such an archaic belief being a family of Christian’s. His answer was subtle and yet profound.” He smiled as he ran. “We have a moral obligation to keep it alive, not to press it upon people but to keep the faith. There are more than one would believe that still hold onto such beliefs. There even to this day is still a strong Mormon presence on earth in several areas of North America, especially in Utah. You cannot kill a belief, even if you think it is gone and dead. You don’t have to believe the same thing I do as long as you believe in something.” He chuckled. “She asked if the Federation was something that people believed in like Religion.” He slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace, starting to cool down. “I remember it took him some time to answer. He actually answered yes, which was a bit astonishing to me at the time but now I understand having spent a long time in Starfleet. The Federation is just as much a belief as a religious on is I suppose.” He hit the button and stopped, picking up a towel to mop his head. “The Federation Started out as the belief of one Human so long ago. A way to work together as an interstellar community. And look at where we are. Look at how much turmoil has come because there are now competing ideas of what the Federation should be. Not unlike how Religion was seen all that time ago as well. This is how we ended up with so many different groups. Maybe I’m off by comparing our current situation to Religion but at the same time I feel like it’s not far from that argument that we had at the dinner table a long time ago.” He stepped off the treadmill and crossed over to one of the weight machines and laid back on it. Reaching up he selected a light weight to start and pulled the bar off its handles. “Things with the crew as a whole seem to be smoothing out which is great. We need things to normalize and that seems to be happening which makes me happy. Granted I ended up having to send Johnny to the brig, but only to find out that well, he wanted to be there. Not exactly ideal but it should be interesting to see if he accomplishes anything with our guest.” He continued to lift the weights in silence for a few moments before returning the bar to its handles. “Something is not right about those people. I cannot put my finger on it just yet, but something is giving me that hair on the back of the neck thing. Especially the one in the Brig. The behavior is not right in comparison to what we’ve been told by Starfleet Intelligence reports. I’m going to go down and pay him a visit when I have a chance and see what kind of impression I get while in his presence.” He adds some additional weight to the bar and then pulls the bar free, slowly lifting. “I got a letter from my sister a couple of hours ago, to be honest I have not opened it just yet. I’m a little afraid of what it might say. She’s made it clear she want’s nothing to do with me for the time being. It could be worse, I don’t know. I suppose it’s a step in the right direction. I intend on reading it soon, but I’m not sure what I’m going to find. End Personal log!” he says as he finishes his set again, and lays there resting.
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