COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2024-12-02
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MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER
STARDATE RANGE: 2024.12.26 - 2446.09.23
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 1
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0915) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0915)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0915) XO Commander Quinna Solice and Roxanne Dahr
(Starbase Freedom -- Deck 3 -- Quinna?s Quarters -- XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Roxanne Dahr -- 0915)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0916) President Taylin Zon, Captain Casian Dahr and Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1 - President Taylin Zon,
Captain Casian Dahr and Commander Quinna Solice - 0916)
(reply any, none)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=281-0918=29_-_S?= =?utf-8?q?FI_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Starbase Freedom - promenade overlook Restaurant SFI/temporal Agent - 0918)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281-0920=29_Michael_Weston_and_SFI/_TA?= =?utf-8?q?_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Overlook Restaurant - Deputy
Director of SFI - Michael Weston and SFI/ TA T?xen Toks - 0920)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0922) Bailor Pak
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- Bailor Pak- 0922 )
(reply none, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0923) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0923 )
(Reply Green, Gort)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0925) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
- 0925)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0927) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0927)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0930) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0930)
(reply Green, Gort)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0931) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
- 0931)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0935) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0935)
(Reply Solice, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0937) XO Commander Quinna Solice and Loxanna Bagel
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 - XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Loxanna Bagel - 0937)
(Reply Zon, Dahr, Green, Samuels, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0937) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0937)
(reply Solice, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0940) President Taylin Zon
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- President of Trillus -
Taylin Zon - 0940)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0940) President Taylin Zon and Loxanna Bagel
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- President of Trillus -
Taylin Zon and Loxanna Bagel - 0940)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0915) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2024 17:10:25 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0915)
When the others had left, leaving Dahr with President Zon and his pair of
very personal bodyguards, Casian felt comfortable speaking a bit more
candidly. He had learned to speak as though they weren?t there.
But it was Zon who broke the silence, ?Okay Cas, what is it??
Dahr raised his eyebrows, ?What is what??
?Don?t play coy with me Cas,? Zon frowned. ?You conveniently left us alone
so we could talk in relative privacy. What is it??
Dahr nodded and took a breath, ?Ok, Tay. I have to wonder about your reason
for being here. You?ve literally ignored this station, and me, since the
signing of the treaty with the Federation. Why so interested now.?
Zon scowled, ?You did invite me, Captain Dahr, as I recall. I?m here at
your request.?
?No,? Casian shook his head, I don?t buy that. You?ve ignored countless
requests for visits. This station is not what you led me to believe it was.?
?How so?? Taylin asked.
?First of all,? he replied curtly, ?it?s being held together with? what did
Zerin call it? ? chicken wire and duct tape. I had to look up the
references.?
?I know what it means,? Zon admitted.
?This station was not really ready to support the number of lives that were
already here when I arrived.?
?And you and Zerin have done a fantastic job of putting it all together,?
Zon said.
?Glad you can appreciate what we?ve accomplished,? Dahr said, sardonically.
?But we?ve been lucky, really. There several times that Freedom could have
fallen apart killing everyone. We had no right to endanger civilians that
way. Families.?
?Couldn?t be helped,? Taylin admitted, ?this station was a symbol of what
the Federation once was and where it could go. We had to give the
impression that it was a success. It was a selling point to our people.?
Dahr turned on Zon putting a finger in his face. ?That?s another thing.
I?ve been to the lower living quarters of the station. The decks they call
?Little Trill?. It?s little better than a slum down there. How did you get
all of those unjoined Trill to accept living there? And most of them have
a very unfavorable view of our government, and our rejoining the
Federation. Wasn?t it a condition that agreement to rejoin had to be 100%??
Zon turned and walked away from his friend. ?Don?t know how unrealistic and
unreasonable that is. Nobody can get everybody to agree to anything, no
matter how necessary it is.?
?Necessary?? Dahr asked.
?Yes, necessary,? Zon looked back again. ?Trill is not in as good a shape
as everyone believes. The years immediately after the war were good, but
now, our resources are dwindling. Population growth is out of control. Some
things had to be done for the good of our world. We can?t afford to be
xenophobic, or xenospecific, any longer. But we had to approach the
Federation from a position of strength.?
Dahr sighed. He hated politics and this was exactly why. Excuses can be
made to explain solutions to problems and personal responsibility can have
a different meaning. However, he did appreciate Zon?s honesty with him.
They were interrupted by the chirp of his comm badge.
=^=Level 14 has been declared safe for the president, Captain.=^=
Dahr looked at Zon and indicated the turbo lift. His guards took up their
position slightly and in front of Zon, assuming that Dahr was there to
protect anything from the rear. They stepped into the turbo lift once the
doors opened and rode the short trip in silence.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0915) XO Commander Quinna Solice and Roxanne Dahr
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2024 18:36:45 -0600
Mission: What are you doing New Years Eve?
Day: 1
Stardate: 2024.12.26
(Starbase Freedom -- Deck 3 -- Quinna?s Quarters -- XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Roxanne Dahr -- 0915)
Quinna moved slowly from the replicator she had two hot cups of coffee in
hands. She sat one cup in front of her guest, Dr. Roxanne Dahr.
?I miss seeing holiday traditions,? Roxanne admitted. ?there is not much
tradition anymore, how did you?? Roann gestured to Quinna quarter's
decorated for the holiday complete with a live Christmas Tree.
?Growing up in New York on Earth, It is pretty much a must. My Grandmother
made sure we had the best on the holidays in the city. I remember every
year with her. Ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza, the Christmas tree, and
Christmas Eve dinner at Tavern on the Green.? Quinna admitted. She and
Michael had just had a great holiday together and she even managed to be
off duty for the day.
?You know what we need?? Roxanne said as she was thinking about the
holidays. Now that she knew that Quinna celebrated she felt a sense of
excitement. ?What do you think of a New Years Celebration??
?Really, It is a new year on Earth but here?? Quinna questioned.
?Sure, why not? Don?t you think we can do it?? Roxanne asked.
?We have what 5 days,? Quinna leaned over and grabbed her PADD. ?What is
life without a little challenge. Ok so first step would be to get a
venue.? Quinna began. ?The Cave??
?What?? Roxanne asked.
?It is called the Cave.? Quinna pulled up the schematic. ?It is a huge
empty room above level one. It was used for maintenance storage until the
station was completed.?
?This is good. This is real good.? Roxanne said, ?Any plans for it??
?Nothing I can see on the planner, but it would be a great event center,?
Quinna stated.
Roxanne nodded her head, ?We really do need a place to hold receptions and
such and this will be the perfect initial event.?
?Right, lets to do this.? Quinna felt the excitlement with planneding the
New Years Eve Celebration.
There were many details that needed to be handled. Roxanne and Quinna made
a list of who was in charge of what, but first thing was to get the
Captains sign off. That was of course one of Roxanne?s duties.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0916) President Taylin Zon, Captain Casian Dahr and Commander Quinna Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2024 10:26:49 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1 - President Taylin Zon,
Captain Casian Dahr and Commander Quinna Solice - 0916)
The trip on the turbo lift was short and uncomfortable. Zon knew that
Casian was not a fan of politics. He avoided them as much as possible.
Taylin knew it was because he had no stomach for the seedier, necessary,
side of the game. Perhaps the humans had it right when they claimed that
you have to give up part of your soul when you enter politics. Fortunately,
the Trill do not embrace the concept of a soul, since their ?soul? comes
from the symbionts.
The door opened and the body guards stepped out first and stood at the side
of the lift. Solice and Samuels stood in front of the door, ready to greet
their guest. President Zon and Captain Dahr stepped off simultaneously.
Dahr ushered him towards his XO. ?Mr. President, I neglected to introduce
you to my Executive Office, Commander Quinna Solice. Commander, President
Taylin Zon.?
Zon stepped forward, extending his hand. ?My Dear Quinna, a pleasure. Your
reputation from the Illuminar precedes you.? He pressed his lips to the
hand gently and added, ?If you were my physician were are pretty as you
then I would always be sick.?
?Ahh Mr. President, Flattery will get you almost everywhere,? Quinna
replied. ?Welcome to deck 14.?
?Thank you, my dear,? Zon said, linking his right arm with her left.
?Perhaps you?d care to give me the personal tour??
?As tempting as that may be,? Quinna started, ?Personal Tours are not in
my job description.? Quinna smiled. ?Besides, I don?t know all the
special spots of the station yet.?
Zon released her and bowed his head, ?Alas, my loss. Perhaps some other
time. We can discover your special spots, together.?
Quinna blushed. She looked forward to discussing her day with Michael
later. ?That, President Zon, will be a discussion for another time.?
Dahr stepped in, shaking his head, ?Alright, Mr President, I think the
commander needs to check the security on level 15.?
Quinna nodded at the Captain and smiled. She needed to remember to send
the Captain a thank-you gift later. She turned on her heels and headed
towards to the security team.
Zon sighed as he watched the woman walk away from him.
?Easy, old man,? Dahr said, ?she?s spoken for.?
Zon shrugged, ?When has that ever stopped me before? Let?s go. Time to
meet the people,?
With that Zon stood tall and strode out onto the central plaza of the
Promenade. At first there was little reaction. Then, slowly, Trill eyes
brightened as they recognized their president and a small crowd began to
gather.
Zon went into full presidential mode and shook hands with the citizens and
exchanged pleasantries. Dahr shook his head in disbelief when Taylin
literally picked up a baby and give it a small kiss. Meanwhile the security
detail was ever watchful for any signs of danger that never reared.
(reply any, none)
(posted by Al Muir and Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=281-0918=29_-_S?= =?utf-8?q?FI_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2024 20:53:02 -0500
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - promenade overlook Restaurant SFI/temporal Agent - 0918)
=^=The president is on station and making rounds=^=
-making rounds,- T?xen thought.
?Who?s with him??
?Standard security and Captain Dahr.?
?Standard security personnel are sweeping the perimeter. High level sensor scans are sweeping the area. The executive officer and a changeling are apparently doing recon.?
T?Xen took mental note of the fact that a changeling was on station. That was not in his briefing. ?Show me?? He asked quietly as he moved and leaned on the support rail looking at the crowd that was forming.
In his eyes, he saw two figures sweeping along the path of the promenade. The gold aura signified them as the XO and the changeling. ?Add any temporal anomoulous readings. Hopefully a culprit that didn?t do his homework.?
=^= No matching criteria detected,=^= Maria?s voice responded in the internal transeiver only he could hear.
=^= They have exited the turbolift.=^=
Toks stood and moved to a wall so that he was more a spectator than someone standing directly on the rail over where they may walk.
?Full scans. Oh, do you see the deputy director??
(Reply any)
(Posted by tinmanjayc)
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281-0920=29_Michael_Weston_and_SFI/_TA?= =?utf-8?q?_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2024 10:28:41 -0800
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Overlook Restaurant - Deputy
Director of SFI - Michael Weston and SFI/ TA T?xen Toks - 0920)
Michael had been keeping track of the movements of the Temporal Affairs
agent. There were moments when he seemed to disappear from his sensors then
reappear. He wondered is the Chimeroid had some kind of personal scattering
field, or perhaps his anatomy is so unusual that it is difficult to keep
track of him.
Fortunately, his distinctive appearance made him easy to physically follow
unnoticed. He sat at a table in the corner and drank what passed for coffee
watching. When Toks moved against the wall he lost sight of him and decided
to stand and move to where he could see him. He appeared to be talking to
someone.
Unfortunately, being able to see often meant being able to be seen, so he
moved in on his subject.
?Full scans,? Toks said to his invisible companion. ?Oh, do you see the
deputy director??
?He?s right behind you,? Weston said, taking a sip from his cup.
T?Xen whirled around, then looking Weston in the eye visibly relaxed.
?Sorry, ? he muttered. ?Last time someone was behind me I ended up in
Freedoms surgical bay.? He smiled and turned half around gesturing for
Weston to join him in the view.
?Who are you talking to?? Michael asked.
?Marai,? he answered. ?Your very stealthy Deputy Director.?
Michael shrugged, ?Over the years I?ve learned to be difficult to see. I
blame my parents. Maria, eh? And who is this Maria??
?Marai, my ship AI. Neural implant connection,? Toks tapped his head in
explanation. ?Presidential visit. How?.unexpected.? His tone told that
he?d expected it.
Michael shrugged. What would interest him would be if something truly
unexpected happened. He imagined that working in the TA would be a bit
boring at times. He was more interested in this AI with a neural implant
connection to the operative. It would give him more than a moment of
concern. But AI in the future may be a lot more reliable and less?
aggressive.
?What can I say,? he said, ?with a new ambassador about to arrive, and the
impending arrival of Tholians in the sector he figured a representative of
the host world was expected. Anything you care to add? Or just hold on to
me anticipation of the future??
?I?m in the dark about a lot more than you think. I know specific things
must occur, or the prime time line is altered. I know certain combinations.
I know you have a big part to play. I do, your captain does. Many members
of your staff. Some players that I don?t know the location of yet. You
know. Spoilers!? Toks shrugged again.
Toks glanced at the spy. ?Very romantic time to be a standard player. This
is before the big changes. How do you and the Captain get on? He was
immediately distrustful of me. It sounded like experience talking.?
?Captain Dahr was there when SFI almost turned the Federation to a war
mongering police state. He has reason to distrust us. However, I?ve
actually found him to be quite reasonable. As long as I don?t give him a
reason to distrust me, us. And I?m not that kind of spy.?
Toks nodded. ?I?m not hat kind of agent. Good to know.?
?Well then,? Michael said sitting down at the table on the balcony, ?looks
like all we have to do now is wait for something to happen.?
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0922) Bailor Pak
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2024 15:04:12 -0800
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- Bailor Pak- 0922 )
There was a sudden bustle and it caught Bailor Paks curiosity. He wasn?t,
typically, a curious Trill. The curiosity had long since left him. Between
the lack of success in his life, and the downplaying of any ambition that
he may have had as a youngster, he had led a most ordinary life. Every
once in a while that spark would awaken, as it did now.
He moved along with the crowd of people until he saw the reason for their
interest. When his eyes fell on Taylin Zon he caught his breath and
stopped his forward movement. The Trill behind him bumped into him at his
sudden stop.
Bailor had never been considered for a joining. He?d never been considered
that special. But I joined Trill had no say in their government and he had
an issue with that. After all, joined Trill were only 1% of 1% of their
population. How did that show that they spoke for a major part of the
world?s population. So when he saw Taylin Zon, he could feel something
stirring inside.
He made his way to comm station and entered a code. The face that appeared
nodded. =^=Pak. What can I do for you?=^=
?It?s true,? Bailor replied. ?Zon is here. He?s on the Promenade.=^=
The eyes on the face shifted as it looked at something. =^=Level 1?=^=
?Yes,? Pak said.
=^=Looks like he wants to put on a show. We?ll give him a show. Come down
to level 3. We?ll wait for him there.=^=
Pak nodded, ?I?ll be right there.=^=
The channel closed. Bailor looked around to make sure that nobody was
listening the. Peeled away from the corner to the turbo lift.
(reply none, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0923) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2024 19:46:50 -0600
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0923 )
Quinna was once again standing next to Samuels after meeting President
Zon. They cleared deck 14 and onward to the next deck.
Quinna took time for an introspective. She was the XO but very much a
greenhorn when it came to command and it was evident. Quinna needed to
exert her command without being overly obnoxious about it.
Quinna looked at Samuels, ?Are we ready to move on to Deck 15?? It wasn?t
a question of what they should do. It was more of a question of whether
they were prepared because they were going there now.
(Reply Samuels)
?We are going to have to step it up. The president and the Captain are
moving faster than what we planned.?
(Reply Samuels)
Quinna turned to Raven and Gort, ?Green, and Gort, I want you both to stay
with Captain Dahr and President Zon. Keep a respectful distance but close
enough to intervene when needed.?
(Reply Green, Gort)
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0925) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2024 19:06:09 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
- 0925)
Hank was already tired of the politics of President Zon. He moved away from
the group and began giving directions to his team. From the corner of his
eye he watched as Commander Solice approached.
?Are we ready to move on to Deck 15?? she asked.
?Absolutely,? he replied. He was more concerned with what lay ahead than
what was happening now. When word got out that Zon was in the station he
was certain that more people would show up on the next levels.
?We are going to have to step it up,? the XO said. ?The president and the
Captain are moving faster than what we planned.?
Samuels looked around to see the President schmoozing with the crowd. But
he knew it was a much smaller crowd than he was going to be happy with.
Quinna turned to Raven and Gort, ?Green, and Gort, I want you both to stay
with Captain Dahr and President Zon. Keep a respectful distance but close
enough to intervene when needed.?
?Understood, ma?am,? Green acknowledged.
Gort grunted and nodded in agreement. His frown was a bit enigmatic. Hank
couldn?t tell if that was just his normal, passive face, or if he was
disappointed that he was staying in the relatively peaceful level.
Hank nodded to the pair to acknowledge his agreement with the command. Not
that commander needed his approval, but he felt better giving it. Then he
turned to the her.
?I think they can handle this, Commander,? Samuels said. ?Shall we move on??
(reply Solice)
The y?all El Autian turned and followed the XO to the turbo lift.
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0927) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2024 17:53:18 -0600
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 0927)
Quinna noted a nod of approval with her command from Samuels. It only
added fuel to the fire of doubt she has with her new position.
?I think they can handle this, Commander,? Samuels said. ?Shall we move on??
?Onward to the next.?
The y?all El Autian turned and followed the XO to the turbo lift.
Quinna though for a split second about bring up her thoughts but decided
that in this case. Silence is golden.
The doors slid open to deck 15. Quinna stepped out and asked, ?Lt.
Samuels, is there any particular aread of Deck 15 we should pay closer
attention to??
(reply Samuels)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0930) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2024 12:51:20 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0930)
Dahr had been keeping a keen eye on the crowd. Nothing had seemed
outlandishly suspect so he allowed the president his time with his people.
Most of the small crowd had consisted of the Trill people living on the
station. Most appeared to be fans.
But he also knew that there were some on Freedom that were not such great
fans. He?d been down to the lower levels of the civilian living facilities
and had been shocked. It was a matter that the two of them needed to
discuss, but in private.
After he felt that the initial honeymoon of the visit was over Dahr stepped
beside Zon and put an urging hand on the Trill?s shoulder.
?We should really get moving, Mr. President,?Dahr said. ?We have other
stops to make before your meeting.
Son?s eyes focused and nodded, ?Quite right, Captain Dahr,? he replied.
Then he announced to the crowd, ?My people, I must be going on. I have
appreciated this visit with you and all of your collected support. May your
time on Starbase Freedom continue to reward you. Thank you for your
continued support of our rejoining the Federation.?
There was a roar from the crowd and Dahr nodded to Green and Gort to clear
a path to the turbo lift. They waded their way through the crowd and as he
stepped onto the turbo lift Zon turned and shouted to crowd, ?Long live
Trillus Prime.?
Then the turbo lift doors closed.
(reply Green, Gort)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0931) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2024 13:11:42 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
- 0931)
As they stepped onto the second level of the promenade Commander Solice
asked, ?Lt. Samuels, is there any particular aread of Deck 15 we should
pay closer attention to??
Hank shrugged, ?Not really. The promenade was built with the typical human
consistency so each level is similar to the next. However, that being said
I believe the biggest threats would come from inside the establishments.?
(reply Solice)
As they walked around there were clearly more Trill, and they did not
appear to be there for the shopping. There was an air of anticipation
around them. Clearly the word had gotten out that President Zon was on the
station and making his rounds.
He tapped his comm badge, ?Samuels to all security personnel. Be sure your
phasers are locked in stun setting. Remember that these people are
friendlies and I don?t want anyone to accidentally get hurt.?
=^=Roger that.=^=
After making a quick circuit of the shops they headed back to the turbo
lift. A small crowd was starting to gather.
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0935) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2024 16:07:28 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0935)
The doors to the turbo lift open and Dahr could immediately tell that this
crowd was more to Zon?s liking. Security had managed to secure an exit from
the lift but the crowd had other ideas about him moving freely through the
concourse.
Dahr moved over to Samuels. ?Lieutenant??
?The crowd just started to form, Captain,? Samuels explained. ?It?s not
hostile. Mostly lookie loos. Most of these Trill have never seen their
president in the flesh. I?m not really worried about this level. The next
one will be the worst. They?ll have had the longest time to prepare
themselves.?
Dahr nodded, ?It is my belief for a majority of the Trill on the station.
Okay, have your people on alert for anything that even remotely seems
dangerous.?
Dahr then moved over to Green and Gort. ?Stay close to the president. I
don?t want any harm to come to him while we?re here.? He looked at Zon?s
bodyguards, who had closed the gap between them and him. ?And I don?t want
the girls to hurt anyone, just for being overzealous.?
Gort took a point position to wade through the crowd.
(reply Green)
As they followed Zon, Casian moved in beside Solice. ?Commander, what?s the
situation from your perspective??
(Reply Solice, Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0937) XO Commander Quinna Solice and Loxanna Bagel
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2024 16:11:17 -0600
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 - XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Loxanna Bagel - 0937)
Quinna walked along with Samuels. He mentioned that the decks were similar,
and Quinna could definitely see the similarities. It could be easy to get
the decks mixed up if you did not know which establishment was where.
Quinna talked to Samuels, since he ad been there a bit linger thn she had
and was trying to get all the information as possible.
It was not that long before the delegation joined?once again, a bit faster
than Quinna would have thought.
After a few minutes and a brief conversation with Samuels, Cassian
approached, ?Commander, what?s the situation from your perspective??
?I concur with Samuels, but in that regard, I feel like I am more of a
shadow as I learn about the station security.?
(Reply Dahr)
?We will be moving to the net level. I believe Samuels is more concerned
about the next one. If you could probably slow the president a bit to
ensure a more detailed sweep if the deck.?
Just then a Familiar face popped up. Loxanna Bagel stepped next to Quinna
and Cassian, ?I can get that taken care of.? She gave them a wink and then
moved closer to the president. The human woman had a grand personality.
?Hello, Mr. President,? she started. I am Loxanna Bagel, owner of Bagel?s
Bagels and head of the Merchant Association. Welcome. Please would you care
to come have a seat, a bite to eat, and a nice chat? You should experience
our establishments, not just walk through.? Then as an afterthought and
before anyone could reply, ?I go by Anna.?
(Reply Zon, Dahr, Green, Samuels, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0937) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2024 21:24:44 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr
- 0937)
?I feel like I am more of a shadow as I learn about the station security,?
Solice commented.
?Being a shadow to Hank is not the worst situation,? Dahr said. ?I traveled
through the station when I first got here too. He is very comfortable with
his security procedures. I like having a fresh set of eyes on the situation
who is not so comfortable. They might catch things the comfortable eye
misses.?
?We will be moving to the next level,? Solice reported. ?I believe Samuels
is more concerned about the next one. If you could probably slow the
president a bit to ensure a more detailed sweep of the deck.?
Dahr nodded and chuckled, ?I?ll do my best, but Taylin tends to move at his
own pace. However, I do think the size of the crowd here will slow him down
a bit. He does like to meet his adoring public.?
Just then a familiar face appeared, moving through the crowd. Everyone on
the station knew Loxanna Bagel. She was an exuberant woman who held a
civilian position of authority. They met frequently to talk about issues
with the businesses on the promenade.
Dahr touched the sleeve of his XO and said, ?When you and Hank are
satisfied with Zon?s safety here head down to the next level. I share both
of your concerns. And this has been going far too well.?
Casian worked under the premise of, if things are going too well, something
is missing.
Anna invited Zon to her establishment. He watched the bodyguards go from an
easy stance to aggressive as the shopkeeper stepped forward. But he noted
Zon?s restraint and he stepped back. Zon agreed with her. He turned to
Ariel.
?Lt. Green,? he ordered, ?advanced recon of the bagel shop.?
(reply Solice, Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0940) President Taylin Zon
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2024 21:29:14 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- President of Trillus -
Taylin Zon - 0940)
Taylin Zon smiled at the crowd that had formed around him. Without a
thought of concern he stepped out towards it and began shaking hands and
greeting his constituents.
?I apologize for not coming sooner,? he said to the crowd. ?It is so good
to see the spirit of Trillus on the station.?
Although he seemed careless he knew better. His movements were swift and
calculated to ensure the most connection with his people with the least
amount of contact. But this reminded him of his campaign for the presidency
and his promise to rejoin the Federation.
Suddenly a face appeared between himself and the crowd. ?Hello, Mr.
President,? she started. I am Loxanna Bagel, owner of Bagel?s Bagels and
head of the Merchant Association.?
Both of his guardian angels reached for the daggers behind their backs.
They were half pulled when Taylin stopped their action with a look. They
replaced their blades but maintained an aggressive stance towards the woman
?Welcome,? she continues, not noticing the exchange. ?Please would you care
to come have a seat, a bite to eat, and a nice chat? You should experience
our establishments, not just walk through.?
Zon tilted his head slightly and looked in at the establishment they were
in front of. He noticeably relaxed and his bodyguards did the same.
Then as an afterthought and before anyone could reply, ?I go by Anna.?
Zon smiled a huge smile and linked his elbow with hers. ?Anna. Charmed.
It would be my pleasure to sample your wares.? His vocal tone implied a
double entndre.
(reply Anna)
He walked with the woman into the shop and stepped up to the counter. He
looked over at the red haired woman. He looked into her eyes and leaned
into her space.
?Tell me,? he said softly, ?what would you recommend? I?ll try anything
once. At least once.?
(reply Anna)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0940) President Taylin Zon and Loxanna Bagel
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2024 13:34:32 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2- President of Trillus -
Taylin Zon and Loxanna Bagel - 0940)
?I go by Anna.?
?Anna, you are charming. It would be my pleasure to sample your wares.?
His vocal tone implied a double entendre.
Anna did not think but just spoke, ?My Wares would be honored for the
pleasure.?
As they entered the empty shop, Anna was slightly offended that anyone
would think she could be a threat.
?Tell me,? he said softly, ?what would you recommend? I?ll try anything
once. At least once.?
Standing at the other side of the counter, Anna did not blink for a moment,
?That depends on how adventurous you are.?
Taylin chuckled, looking at this woman who was so bold. He had to love
human women who were so independent. ?My dear Anna,? he said, ?my middle
name is adventure. Nothing is off the table.?
?Perhaps you would like ?some of my spices?.? Anna turned and reached for
a Ghost Pepper Bagel and some Cream cheese. ?I find some of my special
cream cheese can boost the effect of my spice.? Anna then gave a
suggestive look.
Taylin looked up and stroked his chin thoughtfully. ?Well, I do like things
spicy and creamy. Are suggesting that I may need a boost that your creamy
cheese might offer??
With a smile on her face, Anna turned her back to Taylin to grab a drink
for him. ?Everything is better with my cream cheese,? she said.
?That remains to be seen,? the Trill said, looking at the morsel with mild
suspicion. His attention was quickly captured by Anna, who was now
displaying her natural assets.
Dahr had stood in the background, finding the wanton display of flirting
taken to a level he rarely saw. He wondered if he was going to need to pour
a glass of water on Zon. He was also aware of the reputation of Anna?s
?special? bagel and thought, briefly, to warn Taylin. Then he decided to
remain silent and watch the scene play out.
Taylin lifted the bagel to his mouth and flicked his tongue in the ample
spread of cream cheese. It had a pleasant? zing to it. Then he took a bite
into the bagel. At first, the flavor of the bagel and cream cheese was
quite delicious, but not the spicy tingle he had expected. It only took a
moment, but the full burn of the ghost pepper caught up to his unsuspecting
mouth.
His eyes widened and his tongue reached out for cool air that was not going
to be able to touch the heat from the bagel. ?Sweet mother of..,? he
uttered, but couldn?t get more out.
Anna passed over some Milk that would help with the burn of the pepper,
?Why, Mr. President, I looks like you cannot handle my spices.? Anna
winked. ?Here drink some milk. It will help.?
He took the glass from Anna and drowned his burning tongue in the soothing
liquid. The protective angels stepped forward as though they thought their
ward had just been poisoned. Dahr touched them both on the arm and shook
his head. Once again they stood down.
As soon as the burning sensation of his mouth eased he looked up at the
woman with a broad smile. ?It is a rare woman indeed, who can show they
have more spice than I can tolerate. I bow to your superior skills.?
?Perhaps you are more attuned to a plain bagel. With perhaps a sweet cream
cheese. I have a Bajorian Moba Fruit Smear that can be right up your
alley. I have the Spicy and the Sweet around here.? Anna Presented.
?Indeed,? the president raised his eyebrows. ?Perhaps you?re right. I would
enjoy tasting everything you have,? he looked over at Casian, ?but alas, I
am short on time.? Then he looked back at Anna, ?Casian, I think I might
be in love.?
?Again,? Dahr retorted.
?Yes,? he nodded, still giving Anna an intent gaze. ?Definitely.? He stood
up and stepped back, not breaking his eye contact. ?I should like to return
and sample whatever else you have, my dear, beyond your baked goods.?
With that he took another bite of his spicy bagel and closed his eyes,
savoring the flavor and the sensation. ?Yes, indeed.?
He reached across the counter and lifted the woman?s hand to his lips. He
turned her hand over and placed his lips gently on the underside of her
wrist.
Anna blushed, ?Why, Sir, that is an invitation that is certainly open to
you.? Again she winked, ?I have a whole array of tasty things.?
Taylin smiled, ?I can only imagine. I will give your invitation very
serious consideration.?
He stepped away from the woman but held onto her hand for as long as
possible. When they finally separated he could still feel her touch on his
flesh. Turning, he exited the Bagel?s Bagels and gave Casian a wink.
?Shall we see what other delights this station has to offer??
(Reply any)
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