COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-03-01
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MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.23 - 2446.09.24
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 1
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1200) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels and SO Lt. Raven Green
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Holding - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
and SO Lt. Raven Green - 1310)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1305) Nurse Practitioner Medical Cadet Addison Forrester
(Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Medical Cadet --
Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1305)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1306) Security Cadet Olivia grey
(Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Medical Cadet --
Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1306)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1310) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuel
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1310)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1450, 1523) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Personal Quarters - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1450)
(Starbase Freedom - Docking bay - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1523)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1500) XO Commander Solice and Ambassador Zane Reed
(Starbase Freedom -- Main Operations -- Level 1 -- XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Zane Reed-- 1500 )
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1502) Deputy Director Michael Weston and Ambassador Zane Reed
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael
Weston and Ambassador Zane Reed- 1502)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1521) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1521)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1522) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1522)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1525) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shuttlebay/ Pod 1 - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1525)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1525) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shuttlebay/ Pod 1 - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1525)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1527) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Docking bay - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1527)
(Reply Weston, Any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1528) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay- Port 1 - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr - 1528)
(reply A?Auton, Reed, Solice any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1530) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay - Ambassador A?Auton - 1530)
(Reply Cptn. Dahr, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281-1531=29_Captain_Casian_Dahr=2C_Amb?= =?utf-8?q?assador_A=E2=80=99Auton_and_Ambassador_Reed?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay- Port 1 - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr, Ambassador A?Auton and Ambassador Reed - 1531)
[While I thank you for your generous hospitality, I was expecting Ashton
Ren, where is he, why is he not here?]
[Ambassador Reed, I accept your proposal. Though as the Captain has pointed
out you are taking over for Ren, not beginning anew.]
(reply Green, Weston, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=281-1545=29_-_S?= =?utf-8?q?FI_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-0800=29_-_S?= =?utf-8?q?FI_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Reply Quinn?s, any)
(Reply Quinn?s, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-0803=29_-_S?= =?utf-8?q?FI_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Reply Quinna, Dahr)
(Reply Dahr, Quinna)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0805) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations- CO - Captain Casian Dahr- 0805)
(reply Toks, Solice)
UNKNOWN DAY
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 -- 0802) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Reply Dahr, Toks, Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1200) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels and SO Lt. Raven Green
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2025 20:56:04 -0800
NRPG: Direy all, I thought I?d already posted this.
RPG:
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Holding - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
and SO Lt. Raven Green - 1310)
It took Hank a few minutes to quell the excitement caused by the sudden
appearance of the unauthorized animal that had showed up on the promenade.
To be certain he canvassed the level to make sure that nobody was missing
their pet.
Once satisfied, and certain what had happened he left the promenade for the
security holding area. The brig was reserved for more serious criminals or
Starfleet personnel. The holding area was not as intimidating, but did
exactly as it was described; it held people in a room.
Samuels entered the room indicating to the officer that he could leave.
Now he was alone with the ?dog.? He went to the wall and deactivated the
security field then faced the animal.
?Are you going to make me talk to a dog?? Samuels asked.
"No." Raven morphed back to her chosen form and faced Hank.
She thought she was doing the least threatening option to get the boy to be
comfortable with her but now she knows the Trill did not expect it. The
holding room was what she expected. A bed and a toilet with no privacy.
The toilet didn't matter because she did not eat or drink. She had some
ideas on how to interact with the Trill but that depended on Hank to go
with it. She waited to be yelled at.
Hank sighed and leaned against the wall. ?You want to explain why you
abandoned the duty to which you were assigned!?
"I thought it would be a better option to gain support within the crowd as
one of them. I know now that I need a lot more practice at morphing before
I do that again. It is always better to talk through a disagreement than
solving it with violence . That was my intention for going rouge sir."
Hank frowned and looked at her with disappointment. ?That all seems like a
wonderful idea, Lieutenant, but you didn?t really answer my question. You
had been given a responsibility of protecting the president of Trillus, and
you abandoned that duty for a, what, fact finding??
He paused for a moment then added, ?Did it even cross your mind to inform
your direct commanding officer, me, what you were doing??
"Yes it did. What would it have done to the relationship between the trill
and starfleet be when they find out I am a changling. I suspect it
wouldn't be favorable to me. How would you go about gaining support from
the crowd??
It was clear Samuels didn't understand her actions but maybe he should
look for ways outside the box to deal with situations. Things are not
always black and white.
?Indeed,?Samuels agreed, ? but I?m not sure how keeping me in the loop of
your idea before you acted would have jeopardize that. You had an idea,
acted upon it, without any thought to the consequences or whether we needed
you where you were. You left a hole in our line of protection for
President Zon. To be honest, we were lucky at how things worked out.?
"So how are we going to improve our relationship with the Trill general
population, Green asked. ?A connection to the general population could be
beneficial to both sides."
Hank moved to the bed and sat down. ?Look, I don?t know how I feel about
your plan, if I?m honest. But I am sure that you should have told me what
you planned to do. Contrary to popular belief, it is not always easier to
apologize that to have permission. I need you to understand that, and I?m
not sure that you do.?
She thought about that for a minute then tried to understand what Hank was
saying. She was not used to working as a team. She will have to work on
that. "I am not used to working as a team being in the great link most of
my life. I will work on that. Do you have any suggestions on establishing
a mutual relationship with the Trill community??
He sighed again, this time with the feeling that he was finally being
heard.
?Two things,? Hank began. ?First of all, most of the Trill on this station
are not as discontent as you are being made to think. Dolan Gahns and his
followers are definitely a minority.?
Then he continued, ?That being said, if you are truly trying to form a
relationship, I always recommend coming from a point of honesty. Be
yourself. Meet the people in a mutual ground of honesty and respect. But
mind you, most people can only handle a certain amount of honesty.?
"OK. I have a few casual dresses that are not uniforms. I can wear one of
those for this purpose."
Hank relaxed and chuckled. ?That? I will leave up to you. However, please,
if you plan to do anything official, keep me informed. But go out and make
friends. As you. Not an exotic animal.?
Hank stood up and looked down at the little girl in front of him. Her form
makes it easy for him to remember how inexperienced in life she really was.
?Then let?s get out of here and get back to work. Once you finish your
shift you can go make some friends. ?
Rave left the holding room to go back to work. She planned on visiting
Izra's mom after her shift to try and establish a mutual relationship with
the trill population on the station. She will wear a casual dress and
visit the dress shop. Raven will visit the dress shop and hopes to get
along smoothly. We will see.
(Reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1305) Nurse Practitioner Medical Cadet Addison Forrester
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2025 10:10:08 -0600
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Medical Cadet --
Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1305)
"That sounds great, I?d love to go with you. I?m on Deck 10 too, in Bunk
Room 18. It looks like we?re practically neighbors! Let?s head to Deck 11
together and check things out.? Olivia said.
As much as this excited her to have a friend, ?Yeah, but I know we have to
check in with our department heads so perhaps we should part ways in the
turblift.?
(Reply Grey)
?Let's meet at the Crew mess this evening for Dinner,? Addison suggested.
?I will message you when I am in my bunk room.?
(Reply Grey)
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Kris B)
(Ok, Cadet, time to check in with Lt. Commander Samuels. Chief of Station
Security. You are doing a great job))
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1306) Security Cadet Olivia grey
From: 25deja27 at students.bcsc.k12.in.us (Jayden Dersch)
Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2025 08:18:57 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Medical Cadet --
Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1306)
Olivia smiled warmly, understanding the necessity of duty but reluctant to
part ways so soon. ?Yeah, that makes sense,? she admitted with a small
sigh. ?But let?s catch up later? Maybe after our shifts, we can grab a
drink in the lounge.? She stepped into the turbolift and glanced at her
companion, her expression hopeful. ?It?s nice having someone to talk to.?
?Let's meet at the Crew mess this evening for Dinner,? Addison suggested.
?I will message you when I am in my bunk room.?
Olivia nodded with a smile. ?That sounds perfect,? she replied. ?I?ll be
looking forward to it. Just send me a message, and I?ll meet you there.?
She gave Addison a friendly glance before adding, ?It?ll be nice to unwind
and chat after a long day.?
(Reply Any)
(Posted By Jayden)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1310) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuel
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2025 05:56:20 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1310)
Hank sat behind his desk and took a moment to relax. The morning had been
most unusually active. Then he received a message about the new cadet
project. To be honest he was uncertain how he felt about putting a cadet in
the field in security. But they did need that experience.
He checked the manifest of the shuttle that had docked and saw the name of
the cadet. Olivia Grey. The shuttle had unloaded some time ago. He?d
expected the cadet to have checked in by now. But the station was large,
and perhaps she needed direction.
He tapped his comm badge, ?Lt. Samuels to Cadet Grey. I see that you have
arrived at the station. Please report to my office immediately.?
(reply Grey)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1450, 1523) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2025 12:12:47 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Personal Quarters - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1450)
Quinna entered her quarters and immediately started to strip off her
everyday uniform. As she walked, a piece of uniform dropped to the floor.
Finally she was in front of her closet. Taking a deep breath, she pulled
out her dress uniform. Quinna put everything on but her tunic. She
headed to the bathroom to do her formal hair style. She put her hair up in
a tight twist topped with a bun. She stopped when she heard the computer.
?You have one message.? The computer alerted.
?Is the Message marked urgent or from someone with a high rank?? Quinna
asked. Although she was in a hurry, she would stop for the message if
needed.
?Negative.? The computer replied.
?Save message for later,? Quinna said as she picked up the formal tunic
off her bed and put it on. She slowly buttoned it up. With the last snap
of the button at her neck, Quinna left her quarters and headed to the
(Starbase Freedom - Docking bay - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1523)
Quinna?s grandmother always tells her that if you are not early, you are
late. Quinna was not about to be late. She stood waiting for the rest of
the welcoming committee to join.
(Reply All)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1500) XO Commander Solice and Ambassador Zane Reed
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2025 12:57:05 -0600
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom -- Main Operations -- Level 1 -- XO Commander Quinna
Solice and Zane Reed-- 1500 )
There is much to learn as the first officer of a space station. The
station was like a rest stop for many travelers looking for a rest before
the next leg of a lengthy journey. Quinna was working on the incoming and
outgoing shuttle logs. She stood as mostly a background and right now,
Quinna liked it. There was the occasional distraction that seemed to be
either whispering in her ear or breathing heavily, but either way, her
heart skipped a beat and a slightly upward curve of her lips showed.
?What?s cookin?, good lookin?,? he said in a whisper voice.
?Fratinized on duty, Lt,? Quinna whispered back. ?Just wait for the XO to
hear.? Small pause. ?Oh wait, that's me.? The tone was just as seductive
as Michael?s was.
At that point, the Delegate started. Quinna was not in the foreground, but
she liked that part. She could hear what was happening only a few steps
away from her.
?Well that certainly makes your job so much easier.?
?Sure it does. I hope the cleaning team can find Ren?s notes.? Zane
looked at Michael Weston. ?No offense, I need the whole story.?
Quinna then listened to the Captain address President ?Flirt? and then
Commander Samuels. She nodded at a full diplomatic greeting and thought,
?Better them than me.? Apparently, she thought too soon.
?Commander, that includes you. Full dress and meet us at the docking bay.?
?Seriously!!! What am I being punished for? ' Quinna wanted to scream, but
she was a dutiful Starfleep Officer. ?Yes, Sir. I will be ready in 15
minutes.? Quinna had the whole kaboodle to handle, including putting her
hair up in a formal bun. Over the years, she had perfected that within five
minutes.
?I will meet you all shortly. The Tholians should be docking within thirty
minutes. Mr. Gort shall escort President Zon and Ambassador Reed to the
docking bay.?
Zane called out to Weston, ?Mr. Weston, I need everything you have on what
Ren was up to. Until I get all the information uploaded from Ren?s
servers, you are my advisor on this one.?
(Reply Weston)
Zane left with President Zon and Gort. Quinna left and high tailed it to
her quarters.
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1502) Deputy Director Michael Weston and Ambassador Zane Reed
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2025 18:33:41 -0800
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael
Weston and Ambassador Zane Reed- 1502)
Michael smiled, not hearing his name mentioned by the CO. But the feeling
of satisfaction quickly dissipated when he heard the ambassador call over
to him.
?Mr. Weston, I need everything you have on what Ren was up to. Until I get
all the information uploaded from Ren?s servers, you are my advisor on this
one.?
His head drooped a little then he looked up, ?You got it ambassador.?
He looked over at Quinna and watched as she bid a hasty retreat. He
shrugged, more to himself and followed Reed and Zon. He caught up with
them at the turbo lift as the door opened.
stepping in behind them he said, ?What can I tell you that I haven?t
already, Ambassador Reed??
?Well, Since I am not knowledgeable about the specifics and just general
details, why not fill me in on the specifics that I may need to know.?
Reed said, ?Anything that was not said, and you may think is an
insignificant detail.?
Weston made a thoughtful look as he tried to decide what he should share.
Especially with President Zon and Gort with them. To be honest, he wasn?t
sure how out of danger they all were with the removal of Ren from the
picture. The man didn?t seem bright enough to put the plan all together.
But he didn?t need to share that.
He took a breath and began, ?Well? the highlights I?ve already explained.
Working backwards, using his Federation credentials, Ren was able to have
two key Klingon representatives replaced. He used his influence to initiate
who was installed in their place.? He hoped that they understood what
replacing a Klingon meant.
?As I traced his trail backwards from there,? he continued, ?he had done
the same thing with the new Romulan government as well as in the Ferengi
Alliance. That one was easier as all it required was the exchange of the
right amount of latinum and a lesser magus quickly disappeared and was
replaced with someone more easily bought.?
Michael paused for a moment then added, ?That was when to plot became
easier to define, but more difficult to follow. All of these people had one
thing in common. They all put their collective weight into their respective
governments to broker a deal with the Tholians.?
He pulled out his PADD and pulled up a star map of the space on the border
of the Klingon and old Romulan Empire. It has actually been long disputed
territory between the two and included the Nequencia System and Tranome Sar
System. Since the fall of Romulus there had been no hard undefined claims
had been made. Technically they were in a much larger define neutral zone.?
He paused for a moment and shrugged at the pair of diplomats. ?I have no
idea why the Tholians want it or what their plans are for it, or even how
they plan on traveling to it. But acquiring space is what the Tholians do.?
Zane touched the PADD with her manicured fingernail of her index finger.
She traced the area in question. She knew something had to be there. Zane
looked around, ?Lt. Weston, do you have a suit? Not a Starfleet Uniform??
Michael chuckled, ?Ambassador, I left my uniforms on the Illuminar. And
now, I have a few suits. Why do you ask??
?I want to talk to Captain Dahr, I would like to temporarily retain your
services as a personal advisor.? But what Zane was not saying was that she
wanted to take a shuttle to the area and investigate what is special about
the area. ?Think that may be a problem, Lt. Weston??
Weston shrugged, ?Knowing Captain Dahr, he really won?t care what services
you procure me for. I run a rather autonomous operation here. Within a
limit, of course. But, I am at your service. I assume you?d like me to?
dress up for this meeting with the Tholians??
?Just Professional. I am sure you have jeans and a leather jacket
somewhere. Let's avoid that type of clothing, if you don?t mind. But
during negotiations, I need the lack of Starfleet appearance to be
noticeable.? Zane then took a moment, ?I find with negotiations that I
have assisted, People tend to be more open if they feel ?military,? for
lack of a better word, were not as involved.?
?Not looking Starfleet is my speciality,? Weston said. In the field, if
you have the feel that you were fleet you were dead? or worse. He tapped
the lift control. ?Computer, drop me off at level 6, authorization Weston,
alpha phi omega 13.?
The lift slowed down and the door opened, ?The general diplomatic level is
one level up, if you care to freshen up this is the secure diplomatic
level. If you?d like to wait for me to change you can rest in my lounge.?
?Thank-you, Lt. I mean Mr. Weston.? Zane commented. She looked over at
the President, ?I will just wait in the lounge until the festivities begin.?
They exited the turbo lift. As they walked down the corridor Taylin Zon
could heard saying, ?I hope has something other than water to drink while
we wait.?
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1521) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2025 17:53:31 -0800
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1521)
Hank stood in front of the full length mirror picking at the collar of his
dress white jacket. He was not a fan of the formal uniform. He rarely wore
it enough for it to break in to be comfortable. The collar was a
Lightly tight. The wrists were a little short for his long arms. And he
knew that the white jacket was going to show every stain. He almost
expected there to be a meal where spaghetti was being served.
The door chime rang and he absent mindedly called out, ?Come.?
The door opened and in stepped the young Raven Green. The bright red hair
was a stark contrast to the white jacket. He could see through her body
language that she, too, was not enjoying the uniform.
She entered the room and sat down without being bade to. He sighed. This
girl had so much to learn about protocol, and good simple manners.
Before he could say anything she spoke. ?What do I need to do to prepare
for the meeting, sir??
The El Autian finally gave her his full attention and chuckled. ?Prepare?
They?re is little to do to prepare unless you left knowledge of Tholian
customs off your list of skills.?
(reply Green)
?Our purpose is two fold,? he continued. ?First and foremost is the
protection of the Captain, then President Zon, and finally Ambassador Reed.
After that we are to protect our guests with equal zest. The second
purpose is to make sure the Tholians stay in their lane. They are here to
negotiate with Ambassador Reed, not us. However, they will not have free
access of the entire station. We will need to ensure they stay out of
restricted areas.?
He smiled and shrugged, ?To be honest I?m not expecting that eventuality,
but we need to be aware.?
He looked down at the little red haired woman and said, ?That is all. We
are not to be involved with the conversation unless they speak to us. Is
that clear??
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1522) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2025 12:28:07 -0700
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Suite - Chief of Security Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1522)
Hank sighed. It was the first conversation that he?d had with the
Changeling that didn?t come from a place of confusion. Perhaps they were
finally getting on the same page.
?Very well,? he said as he moved to the doorway, and allowed her to exit
first. ?Let?s head down to the docking bay.?
As she walked by him he had to smile. The bright curly hair definite stood
out against the white uniform, but found it quite endearing. If he weren?t
married, and a couple of hundred years younger he might have considered a
relationship with her.
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1525) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2025 12:47:16 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shuttlebay/ Pod 1 - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1525)
Michael had changed into his ?Official Director Costume? that he kept in
his office. It was a black suit with a black turtleneck shirt. The suit had
extra pockets where he kept a few special items. He smile at the memory of
the tailor who made it who said, ?You can take the man out of the field but
you can?t take the field out of the man.?
Once changed he led the president and the ambassador to the turbo lift and
down to the shuttlebay level. They moved through the Shuttlebay hub to Pod
1. It had been acclimatized for the Tholians. As they entered the holding
area he saw Quinna already there.
The sight of her made him smile. He forgot his companions and went over to
her. The dress uniform brought out some of her best physical attributes and
she wore it as if she?d been born to be a diplomat. Which she was. Learning
about her always made him surprised that she opted for a medical career. He
touched his shoulder to remind himself that he was glad she did.
?If you?re the first thing the Tholians see when that gate opens I?m sure
they?ll feel impressed. They may try to take you with them.? He paused for
a moment and added, ?Good thing they?re not Pakleds.?
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1525) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2025 10:46:11 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shuttlebay/ Pod 1 - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1525)
?Good thing we are not either,? Quinna said and Michael had to agree. He
didn?t think the cranial ridges would her face justice. ?You look more like
yourself being out of uniform. If I know it was a different type of affair
going on, I think I would have also found something other than this overly
starched garment.?
Michael took in the sight of her and smiled, forgetting where he was. ?Well
I think that uniform suits you. It?s tight in all the right places.?
?Maybe you can help me out of this tonight.?
Before he could reply they were interrupted by Ambassador Reed. ?Excuse
me,I am sorry to interrupt Mr Weston, Commander Solice, but I just received
word that Ren has deleted and wiped clean his files. His cyberfoot print
has been erased.?
Weston sighed heavily. He had hoped to gather more intelligence from those
files for the ongoing investigation into the activities of Ren and those
that he had replaced in various world governments. He knew that he?d only
scratched the surface of this problem.
?So that has just made your life harder,? Quinna commented.
?Indeed it has. Ren refuses to talk. Mr. Weston, you became more and more
important as my right hand man.? Zane said.
Weston shrugged in resolution. He was going to get some first hand
experience in politics and diplomacy than he knew that he wanted. He was
still, in his core, the field operative and that was going to be hard to
remove himself from.
?I am at your service,? he told Reed. Then he turned to Quinna and
smiled. ?We can continue our conversation about our wardrobes? and
removing them? later.?
He turned and walked away with Reed, ?Tell me Ambassador, do you have any
idea what Ren was using for leverage for these negotiations, or what he was
going to receive in return for his help??
(reply Reed)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1527) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2025 17:03:27 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Docking bay - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 1527)
Quinna found herself in a moment of solitude. It was something she rarely
enjoyed, but it was these small moments that made her day. Another moment
approached which made it a great moment.
?If you?re the first thing the Tholians see when that gate opens I?m sure
they?ll feel impressed. They may try to take you with them.? He paused for
a moment and added, ?Good thing they?re not Pakleds.?
Quinna checked out the man in front of her, ?Good thing we are not
either.? Taking a moment, ?You look more like yourself being out of
uniform. If I know it was a different type of affair going on, I think I
would have also found something other than this overly starched garment.?
(Reply Weston)
Quinna was also oblivious to others around her. ?Maybe you can help me out
of this tonight.?
?Excuse me,? Zane said. She did not oppose young love. And the even
smiled watching the two interact. She so hated to interrupt them. ?I am
worried to interrupt Mr Weston, Commander Solice, but I just received word
that Ren has deleted and wiped clean his files. His cyberfoot print has
been erased.?
?So that has just made your life harder,? Quinna commented.
?Indeed it has. Ren refuses to talk. Mr. Weston, you became more and more
important as my right hand man.? Zane said.
Quinna looked confused but quickly put all the pieces together. She was
happy Michael was pivotal to things, but Quinna was still figuring her role
in everything.
(Reply Weston, Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1528) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2025 21:33:11 -0700
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay- Port 1 - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr - 1528)
Captain Dahr stood in front of the door and tugged at his white tunic. It
wasn?t that the uniform was uncomfortable. In fact, it was a little worn
and comfortable. It was the upcoming politics themat were about to ensue
that made him uncomfortable.
When the door opened he saw the others who had already assembled. Their
uniforms were stark and brand new, and he was certain that they were not as
comfortable. He remembered when he first wore his. But that was nearly a
lifetime ago.
As he stepped in he saw the huddle of Weston, Reed and Zon. He stepped over
to his XO.
?Commander, are you ready for this?? he asked.
(reply Solice)
The doors opened again Samuels entered with Green in tow. He nodded to the
El Ariuan who nodded back. He looked at the ensemble and then spoke.
?Okay people, I?m not certain what?s going to happen here but I am certain
that the Tholian representative will be looking for Ashton Ren, and may be
a little ? put out? that he?s not here to greet them.?
He looked at Reed and said, ?So that kind of puts you in the spotlight,
Ambassador. I?m going to be depending on your diplomatic skills. You?ve
inherited one hell of a mess.?
(reply Reed)
Then he turned Solice, ?Commander, as I understand it you have some
experience in high level social circles. I believe in going to need that
experience with the Tholians, so stay close.?
(reply Solice)
His comm line chirped, =^=Captain, the Tholian envoy has indicated that
they are ready.=^=
?Let?s not keep them waiting ? Dahr replied. He tapped the control panel to
equalize the atmosphere in the air lock. Once the light turned green he
tapped the door control and stepped back as the door opened.
As the Tholians stepped onto the deck of the station he offered a formal
greeting. ?On behalf of the Federation and Starfleet, I welcome you to
Starbase Freedom. May its example as many cultures working together for a
single goal of peace in our universe inspire us to work together here.?
(reply A?Auton, Reed, Solice any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1530) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2025 22:52:06 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay - Ambassador A?Auton - 1530)
As the sealed door released A'Auton squeezed the suit through, the limbs
tight into the center made it just fit through.
?On behalf of the Federation and Starfleet, I welcome you to Starbase
Freedom. May its example as many cultures working together for a single
goal of peace in our universe inspire us to work together here.?
The Tholian initially remained silent. The suit began to scan the gathered
members. A discreet smattering of small hand weapons. Typical of the
Federation. The Cardassians had shown with a whole honor guard equipped
with more powerful weapons. Starfleet didn't want to appear too eager, but
were they expecting more in the delegation? A'Auton had found that showing
up singly showed trust. It also presented a clear message, if the
Ambassador were ambushed, it would be war. While A'Auton was ready to give
this body in defense of the Tholian people, that certainty gave a certain
calm. Either it would be resolved peaceably or it wouldn't be an
Ambassadorial problem anymore. They would be shunted into a new body, and
briefed on what destroyed the previous one.
Before responding mere seconds had gone by. The Ambassador widened the
exosuit's stance and extended to the full allowed height towering over
those gathered.
~He's not here.~
The Tholian chose his next words carefully. [While I thank you for your
generous hospitality, I was expecting Ashton Ren, where is he, why is he
not here?]
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2025 10:07:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Docking Bay- Port 1 - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr, Ambassador A?Auton and Ambassador Reed - 1531)
Dahr watched the Tholian ambassador intently. He could sense there was
something wrong and readied himself for trouble without changing his stance
or demeanor.
Suddenly A?Auton lifted his body to its full height. When he spoke even the
computer translation brought a sense of warning.
[While I thank you for your generous hospitality, I was expecting Ashton
Ren, where is he, why is he not here?]
Zane held her ground next to Captain Dahr. The idea of not knowing what
was about to happen, she did not let that stop her from what she did. Her
poker face was applied. Right now, Captain Darh was placing the bet on
the table.
Dahr sighed. Well, so much for the niceties. He nodded. ?Unfortunately
Ambassador Ren will not be able to participate in these conversations any
longer.? No need to say why just yet. He was not sure what the Tholians
knew about Ren?s? activities. ?However, we do have Ambassador Zandrea Reed
to take over for him. Any plans that you made with him you can discuss with
her.?
And on cue Zane spoke, ?Ambassador. On behalf of Starfleet, I wish to
extend the honor of starting such negotiations.?
This was unexpected for the Tholian, who by nature craved routine and
order. In the interest of minimizing more chaos and discord, for now they
would follow along.
[Ambassador Reed, I accept your proposal. Though as the Captain has pointed
out you are taking over for Ren, not beginning anew.]
Dahr let his breath and relaxed. That was the pivotal moment. It could have
gone so much worse. ?That is a very wise perspective.?
?I concur with that, but our relationship is beginning and so is our
trust. You had to have some sort of trust with Ambassador Ren. I do hope
you will allow me the same opportunity to win your trust as well.? Zane
held her stance. ?Perhaps you would like to settle into you accommodations
before we meet at the negotiation table??
~ Why do humanoids have so much leisure time? Could they have not
rested before
showing up?~
[I came rested well enough and prepared to begin.] The crystalline being
began, [Unless I?ve been scheduled during your rest cycles, I?d quite like
to start the proceedings. If I require respite, I?m sure someone will be
able to show me the way once the need arises.]
Zane was more than prepared to start. ?Straight to business. I respect
that.? Zane commented. All they needed to do was to get to the conference
room and get things rolling.
Dahr nodded, ?Indeed. If you would all follow me, I can escort you to the
out conference chamber.?
He turned to Solice, ?Commander, I need you to tend to the station tonight.
I believe this will keep me preoccupied.?
?Yes, Sir,? Quinna replied.
Then he nodded to Samuels and Green to lead them to the turbo lift. The
path there had already been cleared of random traffic and they all stepped
into the central lift.
As the door closed Dahr said, ?Let?s hope for a successful interaction,
Ambassadors. This could open a new path of friendship for our two people.?
Quinna turned, went in the opposite direction, and returned to the command
center.
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2025 18:15:01 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (1-1545) - SFI Special Agent- T?xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 2- Tixen Toks- 1545)
Tixen sat outside of one of the restaurants more willing to serve outsiders. As he ate his meal he watched the looks and glances from several
Of the regulars on the station.
He had met many Trill in his years, yet he was surprised by the open dislike many openly displayed, especially on a starbase wit the purpose of being a spot of interaction between the varied species of the Federation.
=^= Will you be coming home to sleep tonight?=^=
Marai?s voice cooed. He smirked. This was the medical hologram personality.
?I will soon,? he responded quietly between bites. ?I still have an appointment, and I want to be ready if there is problems with the Tholian arrival.?
=^= That?s not our job,=^= Marai, the ships standard AI responded. =^= We are here to stop temporal insurgency.
?We,? Toks answered with a much more curt stone, ?are not just temporal affairs are we,? he whispered.
?If you don?t like it, I can reprogram you.? He teased.
=^= You wouldn?t dare!=^=
He knew she had sensors on his bio metrics. She knew when he was truthful.
?You don?t want my skilled hands slipping deep inside your most sensitive codes?.?
There was a pause, for an artificial intelligence, an eternity. Her version of a pout. =^= Sorry, I didn?t know you were in a mood.?
?I wasn?t until you told me how to do my job,? he snickered. ?You know what that does to me.?
?You know talking to one?s self is a sign of a highly intelligent mind. Or neurosis,? an unusaually theatrical voice said as the Cardassian approached from the nearby turbo lift.
=^= Hmmm, he knows what he?s talking about. I like the Cardassian.?
Toks ignored Marai?s comment and addressed the man who took a seat across from him. Toks studied the contact carefully then settled on staring at the man eye to eye.
?I do love a man in medicine,? Toks responded. ?What was your qualifications for the diagnosis??
Gelum shrugged. ?Psychiatry, numeral surgery and genetic medicine mostly, some greatly frowned upon on Earth. Fortunately not every Federstion works actually cares. But enough about me. Tell me about you? The multi centuries, fascinatingly multi-cultural you. The deep intimate parts of??
?Wouldn?t you like to know,? Toks responded with a natural life. This man was garish and disarming.
The cardassian leaned forward chin resting on his hand and eyes twinkling. ?Yes, tell me please.?
?Maybe later,? Toks responded mimicking the man?s physical position and smile. ?Tell me more about why you?re here.?
Gelum gave an overly dramatic sigh. ?As you wish Tick-Tock. But I don?t think we have any concerns today. The crystal isn?t in position yet.?
?Tixen Toks, not Tic-Tock,? he responded knowing the cardassian was digging at him.
?And also there were four lights?
Gelum?s eyes narrowed and somehow his stare hardened though the dripping sweetness of his tone did not faulted.
?Well I do believe I hear the ticking of my chronometer and the tock of my heart. Challenge accepted. And my interest piqued.?
?Isn?t Gelum an Earth word meaning??
?My dear Tick-Tock, our time is short and you are not, much to my disappointment, not open to enough of my time.? The Cardassian laid a small device on the table and suddenly the air around the small table seemed to shimmer and warp.
?Under these 5 lights, I must give you what privacy I can.?
Toks sighed, ?Privacy field? Better not let security get that.?
The cardassian shrugged. ?With you my darling, I can see there will never be enough time. And sadly the brightness of these lights I have just enough time to tell you that there is an expectation of an attack, not as we can tell to get rid of an individual but it seems to the station.?
Toks eyebrows raised. ?An attack? Like by vessels??
Gelum shrugged. ?Much like my name suggests, that is monstrously eimporrsnt to determine. Many people live here, and many unalterable changes to the prime timeline would immediately ensue.?
The air seemed to shrink toward them pass them and collapse into the device.
The Cardassian reached forward and pressed something into the agents palm. Until we meet again my dear Tick-Tock, my heart will count the hours?.,? his mouth twitched into an asymmetrical smile. ?Decades? Centuries??
And he turned and strode away.
Toks watched wondering if what was placed in his hand was poison or information.
?Marai, are you downloading what he gave me,?
=^=Yes, and I am becoming bitter with jealousy,=^=
Toks chuckled. ?You know I only love you,?
=^=Well you never flirt with me like that,=^=
?Sir, security received a report of odd sensor scans in your immediate vicinity. What can you tell me about that??
Toks looked up at an ensign, young, Andorian. He scooped the device up from the table and pocketed it and as he stood pulled out a data chip, the holographic of his identity and authorization flashing for her holographic ally.
?No it did not, no I will not,? he smiled at her.
?And it?s going to drive you crazy Fitany.?
Her eyes widened ?how did you know my name,? then her eyes narrowed just as quickly.
?And I don?t care what your credentials are I?ll break you legs before you leave without answers.?
Toks laughed. ?I love it, your are the same even though your face is so much you get.?
?You?ll seee me again, I will be reporting to operations in the morning f with data for the captain.?
She reached to grab his arm, which she found impossible as his body collapsed under her strong grasp and slid easily out.
?Don?t lose your career before it?s begin. It?s a good one. I promise!? He said.
She reached down to grab her phaser, but suddenly he touched the bracelet he wore and was no longer there. She could have sworn she saw a wisp of him turning to walk away but. But
=^= security to Ensogn Fitany, back up is on the way. What did you find?=^=
She tapped her badge it was an SFI agent supposedly,
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2025 20:08:33 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-0800) - SFI Special Agent- T?xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Operations- Tixen Toks- 0800)
The lift opened and the agent stepped on to the deck of the operations and control of the massive starbase.
The guard on duty stepped forward and Toks presented his credentials.
The guard nodded and Toks stepped forward looking around at the life he would have had had he remained in the normal track at the academy. Personnel at the various controls keeping the station and star faring traffic running smoothly.
He spotted the first officer speaking with other crew so he walked toward her.
He waited for her to finish what she was doing and acknowledge him.
?Hello Commander, Agent Toks. We have not officially met, but I have more information for you and the Captain regarding why I am here.
(Reply Quinn?s, any)
Toks nodded. ?I am required to give it to the captain. I will also be making director Weston aware.?
(Reply Quinn?s, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 -- 0802) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2025 14:48:29 -0500
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Operation- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 0802)
Quinna was back in the command center. She made sure everything was
running smoothly while Captain Dahr attended to the diplomats. Although
she was raised in the life of the high brow, Quinna the life around Quinna,
she thought that she had the better job.
Quinna heard the turbolift open and she turned to see who was entering the
command center. When the SFI officer entered, she gave him a nod of
acknowledgment. She had not met him formally but she had seen him around.
?Hello, Commander, Agent Toks. We have not officially met, but I have more
information for you and the Captain regarding why I am here.?
?Welcome, Agent Toks. I am afraid that the Captain is working with the
diplomatic negotiations at this time.? Quinna explained, ?However, I am
available.?
Toks nodded. ?I am required to give it to the captain. I will also be
making Director Weston aware.?
Quinna thought to herself, ?Why am I here if no one wants to talk to me??
But outwardly, Quinna displayed a different reaction, ?I understand, I will
contact Captain Dahr and see when it can be available to meet with you.?
(Reply Toks)
Quinna knowing that a communication over the commbadge may not be
completely appropriate, Sent a message via text to Captain Dahr, ?Captain,
Agent Toks has approached me needing to meet with you regarding his
assignment to the station.?
Quinna then looked at Toks, ?I sent him a message but feel that it is
inappropriate to send a message over comms when he is with delegates. Are
you sure I cannot help you out now?? Quinna offered again.
(Reply Toks)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2025 10:44:34 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-0803) - SFI Special Agent- T?xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Operations- Tixen Toks- 0803)
?I understand, I will contact Captain Dahr and see when it can be available to meet with you.? The commander spent several moments typing into her pads then continued with,
?I sent him a message, but feel that it is inappropriate to send a message over comms when he is with delegates. Are you sure I cannot help you out now?? Quinna offered again.
Toks shrugged apologetically. ?I am not?.?
The captain?s voice came from behind him,
As he exited the turbolift,
?Easy there XO, I am certain Mr. Toks has his orders. But from this moment forward you are to afford the Commander any and all information that you might deem is only for me. We are two sides of the same coin, and when she speaks she speaks for me. Is that clear??
Toks smiled,
??That will be very helpful to all of us. Thank you Captain. May I speak with both of you privately. It?s important and will be brief.?
Very well,? he proceeded. ?Time IS short so let?s step into my office and you can fill me in with? whatever it is you can fill me in with.?
He led the others to his office. After the doors closed the Dahr sealed the room and engaged all of the security protocols to ensure that the conversation remained between the three of them. With that, Toks rsised his right arm and tapped the equilateral crystal on the small pin he wore on his collar. Infront of him in a curve a holography display appeared which he used his hands to interact with the display.
A secondary field eminstef that they could all easily see.
Images of 47 different explosions in various places of Starbase Freedom played again and again. Each from a different location. Some left nothing of the station but debris. Others left pieces of the station cleaving apart in segmented devastation. But all led to clear annihilstion of the base and those in it.
Toks, assuming they would want to go first looked at the two of them.
(Reply Quinna, Dahr)
?These are recordings from the bases own outer defense satellites and systems. Each from a various time line that are likely in the next standard week.?
(Reply any)
Toks took a deep breath.
?Command has found no traces. There?s isn?t even the bases black box recovered to see if ships were spotted, temporal transport systems, anything. This is literally all I know.?
(Reply Dahr, Quinna)
?I realize I don?t seem like a lot of support with what you just saw, but while I seem only like the messenger, Command has mobilized to stop this if they can. But I am here to act in your best interests.?
(Reply any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0805) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2025 14:04:08 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations- CO - Captain Casian Dahr- 0805)
Casian had dragged his weary body out of bed earlier than he?d intended to
after last night?s marathon session with the Tholians. Apparently they had
little need to rest, or eat, or anything beyond the task at hand. However,
after his insistence for carbon based life to get rest they acquiesced to a
break until 0900.
He?d thought it a good idea to show his face in main ops. He?d been
spending a great deal more time there than usual, especially since Roxanne
had gone off to that medical conference. He did not enjoy the ?alone time?
that she had said he?d get with her gone. He found their sizable quarters
stiflingly lonely in her absence.
He was in the turbolift when his PADD chirped that he?d received a message.
[Message from Commander Solice] the AI announced.
He lifted the PADD and opened the message and smiled when he read it. So
Toks was finally ready to fill them in on his mission, or at least a
portion of that mission. The man was an enigma.
The turbo lift door opened and he could hear Quinna?s protestations. ?Are
you sure I cannot help you??
He stepped of the lift and took a breath. ?Easy there XO, I am certain Mr.
Toks has his orders. Then he turned to Toks. ?But from this moment forward
you are to afford the Commander any and all information that you might deem
is only for me. We are two sides of the same coin, and when she speaks she
speaks for me. Is that clear??
(reply Toks)
?Very well,? he proceeded. ?Time is short so let?s step into my office and
you can fill me in with? whatever it is you can fill me in with.?
He led the others to his office. When the doors closed he sealed the room
and engaged all of the security protocols to ensure that the conversation
remained between the three of them.?
(reply Toks, Solice)
(posted by Al Muir)
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