COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-04-05
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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: (1-812) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1812)
(reply A’Auton)
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(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- CO - Captain Casian Dahr, Ambassador A?Auton, and Ambassador Reed - 1545)
[Your former representative desired control over other areas of space the
Assembly had access to, exclusive trade agreements, among other things to
increase his influence in this part of the galaxy. It is my belief your
motives may be different. What is it that you desire for your people that
the Assembly may be in the position to provide?]
[This is my primary task. I shall avail myself with secondary and tertiary
tasks until then, maybe one or two of your hours for a rest cycle. Will I
be escorted to my quarters? Or is my diplomatic tether longer than that?]
(posted by Al Muir, Kris B and Todd)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1700, 1715) Ambassador Zandrea Reed
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
-- Ambassador Zandrea Reed - 1700)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Federation
Suites -- Ambassador Quarters -- Ambassador Zandrea Reed - 1715)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1705) SFI Deputy Director- Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- SFI Deputy Director- Michael Weston - 1705)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1715) Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1715)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1803) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A'Auton -
1803)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1810) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A'Auton -
1810)
[I'm sure the proprietor would be pleased to have their merchandise back,
and unharmed. Unless, that is, you plan to purchase it for your son.]
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-0808=29_CO_-_Captain_Casian_Dahr?= =?utf-8?q?=2C_XO-Commander_Quinna_Solice_and_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations - CO?s Office - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr, XO-Commander Quinna Solice and T?xen Toks- 0808)
(Posted by Kris B,, Al Muir and Tinmanjayc)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0845) Senator Kasic
(RRS Red Lady Class Jaebez- Bridge - Senator Kasic - 0845)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0846)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0850) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Main Security - Security Chief’s Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0850)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1312) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor/Surgeon Dryliandran
(Starship Roadrunner - Guert quarters - - CMO en route to Starbase Freesom - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1312)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-1312=29_Chief_Medical_Officer=3A_?= =?utf-8?q?=C2=A0Lt=2E_Commander_=C2=A0=C2=A0Doctor_Dryliandran?=
(Starship Roadrunner - Guest quarters - CMO en route to Starbase Freedom -
Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1312)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -Level 2, Transporter Room 1- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1354)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -Level 2, Transporter Room 1- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1354)
(Reply Dahr, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-812) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2025 21:57:35 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1812)
Once the Tholians had gotten settled into their accommodations the Chief of
Security thought it best if he, personally, kept an eye on their
activities. It was odd, but he did not get a sense of distrust towards
them. It was more of his concern that others might react… poorly towards
their presence. After all, Tholians did not have a stellar reputation among
the citizens of the Federation.
He had left the detail to maintain security on the diplomatic levels while
he headed down to main security. From there he watched the concourse of
the classified level intently. After some time the Tholians emerged from
their quarters and headed to the central turbo lift.
His comm badge chirped and he was informed that the guests wished to visit
the promenade levels. He grabbed his phaser and headed out to monitor their
progress. When he arrived at level 14 he stepped out and moved to avoid any
immediate contact with the Tholians. He wanted to observe their
interactions and reactions to the others on the level.
It was tricky at first. After all, Hank was a difficult to miss. He was
large for an El Aurian. He was tall for any species, being nearly seven
feet tall, and broad and muscular. But he had a gentle El Aurian way about
him. He liked to understand people. And now he wanted to understand these
Tholians.
As they crossed the open central area that was full of people he watched as
a child playing with a ball last control of the orb and sent careening
towards the Tholians. It rebounded off one of them and the area around
them froze into some kind of tableau.
Hank went into motion, moving towards the scene, but before he could get
there the child’s father stepped forward.
"I'm sorry sir, madam...my son got a little carried away.."
[It's fine, citizen. No damage was caused,] A’Auton replied examining the
ball. [I'm sure the proprietor would be pleased to have their merchandise
back, and unharmed. Unless, that is, you plan to purchase it for your son.]
The Trill took the ball back and stammered through a response apologies and
Intentions as he backed away from the group of Tholians.
Samuels arrived as A’Auton wished the man a pleasant day cycle. He stepped
forward and smiled.
“Ambassador,” he said, “I’m Lt. Samuels. How are you enjoying the station?
I’d be happy to be your tour guide.”
(reply A’Auton)
(posted by Al Muir)
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2025 20:42:37 -0700
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- CO - Captain Casian Dahr, Ambassador A?Auton, and Ambassador Reed - 1545)
There had been a brief pause at the turbo lift before Dahr could convince
the station AI to allow their guests into the restricted level of the
starbase. However, the door soon opened and Dahr led them to the main
conference room. He had prepared the room as best as he could.
A?Auton had followed along with what carbon based life forms called the
herd. The walls to their eyes were oddly shaped, the gravity only came from
one side that the hosts had arbitrarily designated as the proper down. The
Captain?s interactions with the station's verbal interface was curious. If
the translations were to be believed, the vocalizations possessed more
intelligence than mere software automation. The Tholian?s curiosity was
pushed down, delayed for another time.
The chairs had been removed from one section and chairs for the others had
been placed around the oval table. To the side was a table with
refreshments; carafes of coffee, water and a variety of juices, and fresh
fruit snacks.
The suit scanned the surrounding room, displaying details on the
Holographic display inside. The metallurgy was unremarkable. Arranged on a
side table, containers of fibrous husks of varying shapes carrying
hydrocarbon chains that A?Auton remembered from early briefs is one of the
chemicals the soft bodies consumed for fuel. The most alarming piece of
information gleaned from this arrangement was the presence of liquid water.
A stark reminder to the silicon lifeform: outside of the suit meant death.
Dahr looked at the food with a discerning eye. Since his wife had been gone
he?d neglected his nutritional needs, but this was not the time some chose
not to eat, but did pour himself a glass of water. Then he moved to the
table and welcomed his guests.
?Ambassadors,? he announced, ?if you would like a refreshment first please
help yourselves. Otherwise, take your places, and let?s get started.?
Zane took her assigned spot and motioned for Weston to sit next to her. She
then pulled out two PADDS: one with some information and the other to make
notes. She then asked a stylist to handwrite the notes, which seemed
faster. Finally, she waited for the delegation to get settled.
The Tholian directed the suit towards the side of the table devoid of
humanoid seating and made no attempts to reduce the leg spacing radius. It
was chosen to reduce the height at which it carried the center fuselage by
a similar amount to mimic their sitting. The suit still towered over the
gathered.
Michael Weston hung in the background, watching the Tholians. He was there
in a consultative role, so he would wait until he was consulted. However,
this gave him an opportunity he had never had. To observe Tholians closely.
Zane took a breath and began. ?Let?s get down to business. We are here to
negotiate an alliance between the Tholians and the Federation.? Zane
started, looking directly at the Tholian Ambassador, ?I believe you
requested an area of space as part of the arrangement.? Zane did not waste
time getting to the point.
[I would not call this an alliance but more an agreement. An arrangement on
how to divide up the carcass of a fallen mutual foe.]
?The way I see it,? Zane replied, ?the Federation has been the major player
in rehabilitating the Romulan people. We were the ones there for them with
the initial fall. Why should we allocate any of the territory to the
Tholians? The way I see it, you do not have a leg to stand on. Since you
are working with me now, I need you to convince me that what you and Ren
agreed to is the best arrangement for everyone.?
[In that section there are seven as you designated them ?Y class? worlds.
These are suitable conditions for Tholian life and deadly to humanoids.
Aside from study those planets are worthless to you. Ren recognized whom
they would be most valuable to.]
?I have no problem allowing you to access the planets, but I will not just
hand them over. What are you giving us in return, again? For the
record.? Zane needed to hear this for herself. She needed to be official.
A?Auton knew this game, trap really. The other side knows what is desired
by the Assembly, and hasn?t yet revealed what they want. Inexperienced
negotiators desperately throw valuable assets in an attempt to appease the
opposition only to have that absorbed into the offer of what they really
want. The Tholian ambassador needed to know what they desired to be able to
reach an amicable agreement.
[Your former representative desired control over other areas of space the
Assembly had access to, exclusive trade agreements, among other things to
increase his influence in this part of the galaxy. It is my belief your
motives may be different. What is it that you desire for your people that
the Assembly may be in the position to provide?]
Zane was unsure how much she should reveal, but it had been her policy to
be completely upfront. ?My apologies regarding the former Ambassador Ren.
Unfortunately, the nature of the negotiations was not authorized and was
dishonorable. I need some time to review our needs and reassess the
negotiations. I apologize for the position that Ambassador Ren has put you
in.?
[Shall we reconvene at a later time?] the Tholian offered.
?Let's meet again tomorrow at 0930. Is that agreeable?? Zane suggested.
[This is my primary task. I shall avail myself with secondary and tertiary
tasks until then, maybe one or two of your hours for a rest cycle. Will I
be escorted to my quarters? Or is my diplomatic tether longer than that?]
Zane looked at the Captain, ?Captain Dahr, I believe this is your domain.?
However, Zane was curious to explore the station as well, as she had just
arrived this morning herself.
Dahr nodded at the pair. ?Indeed. We have arranged for your accommodations,
Ambassador. It is on this level. A sealed room that is set to the needs of
your people. I have two people posted to this level, l so if you would
like to tour the station, they would happily be your guide.?
[Take me to my accommodations.] The ambassador stated, rising to a standing
height.
Dahr nodded to Reed, ?Ambassador, perhaps we can meet and discuss options,
later.?
He stood and lead the Tholian contingent from the room, with his security
team in tow, leaving Michael Weston alone with Ambassador Reed.
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir, Kris B and Todd)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1700, 1715) Ambassador Zandrea Reed
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2025 20:24:46 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
-- Ambassador Zandrea Reed - 1700)
Zane stood in the conference room after the Captain and the Tholians left.
She turned to Michael, ?Mr. Weston, do you have any plans tonight?? Zane
asked.
Reply Weston
?I need to make some communications, but why not regroup for dinner and
discuss moving forward with negotiations??
Reply Weston
?I am an early eater, so 1900 hours. Diplomatic Quarters.? Zane picked up
her PADD, ?Don?t worry, Mr. Weston. I don?t bite?? Zane then added,
walking out the door, ?...Yet.?
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Federation
Suites -- Ambassador Quarters -- Ambassador Zandrea Reed - 1715)
Zane made her way to the diplomatic residency area and found where she was
going to live. She entered and looked around. The room was bare, but Zane
did not decorate it. She had some stuff, but right now, there was one thing
she could think of doing. She tossed off her shoes and plopped down on the
bed in the other room. She was tired.
Knowing what needed to be done, she moved to her terminal and opened a
secure line to Earth.
?Well, well. Miss this face already, I see.? Peter was on the other end
of the line.
?You know me. Besides, I miss your husband?s face more. He usually makes
me the best dinner when I get back from long trips. I did not get it this
time.? Zane pouted.
?You love me for my husband, I see how it is.? Peter quipped.
?And I love your husband because of you.? Zane smiled. ?So Peter, what is
the federation's stance on negotiation with the Tholians??
?We had a lot of smart people meeting, and well, I am sending you some
paperwork. Read them over and make your best judgment. Just don?t declare
war.?
?Who me?? Zane said innocently.
?I just hope the Tholians know who they are dealing with. Read the Data
and go from there. And before you ask, Ren?s process has already begun.
Just waiting for his arrival.?
?Thanks, Peter. You should come visit.? Zane said.
?Who do you think is doing your first evaluation in a few months?? Peter
replied, ?Later, Zany.?
The communication ended. Zane looked around her place. Suddenly, her
commstation beeped, and a file was delivered. Zane downloaded it to her
secure PADD. Her team checked and reestablished a secure server and
connections.
(Reply any if you want)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1705) SFI Deputy Director- Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2025 19:05:01 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- SFI Deputy Director- Michael Weston - 1705)
When everyone had left except for himself and Reed the ambassador turned to
him. ?Mr. Weston, do you have any plans tonight??
He took a breath and kept his face impassive, as he could hear his plans
for dinner with Quinna blow away in the wind. ?Why do you ask,
Ambassador??
?I need to make some communications,? Reed said, ?but why not regroup for
dinner and discuss moving forward with negotiations??
Michael calculated in his mind how long his conversation with Quinna was
going to take. ?What time did you have in mind??
?I am an early eater,? she declared, ?so 1900 hours. Diplomatic
Quarters.? She must have noted a sense of hesitation in him. ?Don?t worry,
Mr. Weston. I don?t bite?? as she walked out the door she added, ?...Yet.?
As the door closed he shook his head, ?Perhaps not, but Quinna might.?
With a sigh he left the room and tapped his comm badge.
?Weston to Solice. Do you have a minute to talk??
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1715) Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2025 18:44:56 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1715)
Michael stepped out of the turbo lift and looked across the buzz of
activity coming from the main operations center of the starbase. His eyes
fell upon Quinna and he smiled, at her and to himself. She had changed out
of her white dress uniform and looked a good deal more comfortable.
He moved across the center nodding to the officers he recognized, although
more of them knew who he was rather than he knowing who they were. He had
to get out of his office more. He stopped in front of Quinna, still
smiling.
?Commander,? he said with a nod.
?Hello, Mr. Weston.? Quinna smiled, ?What do I owe the pleasure of your
visit?? Though Quinna really didn?t care why. She just enjoyed seeing
him.
?A moment of your time,? he continued.
Quinna looked at the chronometer. ?Well, you can have more than that. I
was off duty 15 minutes ago.? Quinna turned and nodded to the others in
the command center. A shift change happened. She then looked over at
Michael. ?Let?s go.?
Now, Quinna was not sure why Michael came. Once they left the command
center, Quinna started the conversation, ?You are keeping tabs on me again,
are you??
Micheal took Quinna?s hand and smiled as they walked down the corridor.
?When did you think I stopped. You do realize that I?ve interwoven quantum
filaments in all of you clothes so I know where you are all the time.?
?Yeah, that is just creepy if you did.? Quinna said. ?So what?s up??
Michael laughed out loud, Like that?s never been said about me before.
Sooo? I?m gong to have to cancel our dinner plans tonight. I?m sorry but
Ambassador Reed has need of my company, and thinks dinner time is the best
time.?
?Well, she did deem you the Tholian Expert. How do you like playing
?Diplomat???
He groaned a little, ?It?s not the adventurous lifestyle that I?d become
accustomed to. To much talk and not enough action. But I think I?m
starting to adjust. It?s a different kind of intrigue.?
?Well you do look hot in that suit.? Quinna said suggestively.
Michael stopped and looked down at the woman he loved, ?Perhaps I should
wear it tonight, while I dine with Ambassador Reed.?
?As long as it stays on. I have no problems with others looking. Now,
touching is another issue.? Quinna said. ?Ambassador Reed couldn?t have
picked a better advisor. How did the negotiations go today??
He shrugged as they stepped into the turbo lift and said, ?Detente is a
delicate thing, being played with indelicate participants. Overall I?d say?
nobody threatened to kill each other, yet, and nobody really knows what
they want or are willing to say why. I have a feeling this is going to be a
long process. How was your day??
?Hmm. Pleasantly Boring. Happy when I was able to get out of that
starched dress uniform.? Quinna thought about how her day turned into a
mundane routine. But then she was still new to her position. ?I am sure
things will change as I become more and more a part of the station.?
They stopped walking in front of their shared quarters and he smiled
wickedly, ?Strange, I was just thinking how happy I would be to get you out
of that uniform.?
?I bet you do,? Quinna said. ?So tonight might be a pizza and movie
night.?
?Sorry kid,? Michael said shaking his head, ?but I have no idea how long
this is going to take with the ambassador, and, if I?m honest, she doesn?t
look like a light eater.?
Quinna gave Michael a look, ?Kid?!?? Followed by a little laugh. ?That is
a new one. Let?s not do that again, Love.? Then Focused on the rest of
that. ?Also you better not make that assessment about the ambassador
outloud in front of her. She looks like she could eat you alive.?
Michael chuckled, ?Never. And really, I just mean that she gives me the
impression that she?s a tough lady. Anyway, I only share my inner thoughts
with you, my love.?
?I know.? Quinna reiterates, ?Besides, if anyone can size her up, it is
you.?
Michaels mind refocused on the moment at hand and he closed the small
distance between them, pressing her against the wall. ?The only thing that
I want to size up right now,? he paused and moved his head to mere
centimeters from hers, ?is the woman in front of me. I have an hour to get
ready for this meeting. Any idea how we might spend that hour??
?Are you wanting to do it here, up against this wall? Hmmm, should prove
interesting.? Quinna said with a sly smile and a tinkle in her eyes.
?If nothing else,? Michael smiled, ?it would cause a sensation, and your
reputation as the kissing doctor would be solidified.?
?Yeah, not a doctor anymore.? Quinna said outloud instead of thinking
that. She took his hand, ?Time is ticking?
He pressed his lips against hers and moved her back against the door. The
door opened and they fell into the room. Then the door closed.
(reply none)
(Posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1803) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2025 23:14:00 -0500
Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A'Auton -
1803)
A short rest cycle and a cargo lift brought the Ambassador to one of the
more populated levels. The Tholian suit whirred softly as it locomoted
through the Promenade earning a wide berth.
A'Auton came here to see first hand something they had never seen before.
The Federation is one of the only cultures that freely intermingled
different species. Mathematically the majority were Human and Trill, given
it was a Federation outpost, Humans were ubiquitous, given the station
proximity to Trill Prime the Trill homeworld that gave a larger than
average representation of the Trill species. They were told as of late
Trill were quite rare on Federation postings. Experience told them this new
station built so close to their homeworld would encourage a cultural
exchange and more Trill would likely become members of Starfleet.
The suit was in full scan mode allowing the Ambassador to review things
they might have missed. Casual conversations were being picked up by the
audio recorder.
"...but Father the other children are allowed to play."
"You're too small to play parrises squares.."
"It's not even about strength, the ion mallet does most of the work.." one
playful swing activated the mallet sending the ball careening with a high
pitched tone.
~[Incoming projectile 96 kmph]~
It struck the Tholian suit before the Ambassador could react, the suit
automatic defenses did kick in. Instead of bouncing the ball lost all
momentum and dropped to the deck.
Silence ruled the space. No one dared move. The civilians waited for the
alien's reaction.
(Reply any)
A'Auton scanned the projectile. A small encapsulated pressurized atmosphere.
~[200 kPa N2 gas]~
[What is this?]
The Father stepped forward, "I'm sorry sir, madam...my son got a little
carried away...]
(Reply any)
(Posted by Todd)
--
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1810) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2025 22:00:52 -0500
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A'Auton -
1810)
"I'm sorry sir, madam...my son got a little carried away.."
A'Auton found this exchange so interesting. It showed the protective nature
of a parent and offspring. The same wouldn't happen in the Assembly.
One of the suit legs moved the small spherical projectile within reach of
an arm as the Tholian ordered the suit to lower, picked up the sphere
delicately and scanned.
~[Structural integrity 98.73%]~
[It's fine, citizen. No damage was caused.] The translator toned
metallically as the wrist joint turned smoothly, mechanically rotating the
ball up. The arm extended slowly to be within reach of the male humanoid
and presented it to him.
[I'm sure the proprietor would be pleased to have their merchandise back,
and unharmed. Unless, that is, you plan to purchase it for your son.]
The man hesitated, unsure of what exactly transpired or what this was in
front of him. He stammered before speaking, and grabbing the ball. "I....
thank you... I just may do that."
[May the rest of your daily cycle be pleasant.] The Ambassador said and
departed.
(Reply any)
(Posted by Todd)
--
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-0808=29_CO_-_Captain_Casian_Dahr?= =?utf-8?q?=2C_XO-Commander_Quinna_Solice_and_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2025 16:38:30 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations - CO?s Office - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr, XO-Commander Quinna Solice and T?xen Toks- 0808)
Dahr watched the holographic destruction of Freedom in horror. His stomach
tightened even more when he realized that, as far as T?xen Toks was
concerned, this event had already happened.
?I assume that this has already occurred,? he paused to count the views, ?
over forty-five times? My emphasis is on ?already occurred?.?
?What exactly are you showing us? This looks like the station, but I do
know there has not been any explosive activity,? Quinna inquired.
?These are recordings from the base's outer defense satellites and systems.
Each from various timelines that are likely to occur in the next standard
week.?
?Oh Crap? Quinna thought, ?Temporal Prime directive.? She just stayed
quiet so Toks could continue.
Casian moved closer to the hologram and stared into it. ?Any idea about
what caused? will cause? the explosion? Or who is responsible??
?Command has found no traces. There isn?t even the base?s black box
recovered to see if ships were spotted, temporal transport systems, or
anything. This is literally all I know.?
The Trill looked at the Temporal Operative with a look that said all of
his, ?I doubt that?s.? But he refrained from speaking his true mind.
?Well, that?s not very helpful,? he finally let out.
?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.?
This made Quinna uneasy. ?Look. Maybe I am missing something here, but
what about all this temporal stuff? Changing the future and such? Are you
from the future?? Quinna needed to ask. ?Not that I am not grateful for
this advanced notice, but isn?t there a temporal prime directive to prevent
what you are doing??
Solice?s thoughts mirrored Dahr?s. ?It does give one something to pause
about. You?re talking about changing events that have already happened in
your timeline. And forty others. Won?t changing this create a series of
paradoxes in which we have no idea the ramifications??
Toks shook his head. ?I said what I had to tell you was brief. And what I
am showing you is not set. In the true timeline, the original Timeline,
this does NOT happen. In adherence with the Temporal Prime Directive, we
are following our mandate.?
Toks paused, thinking. ?Let me speak hypothetically. What if there was a
place that the Federation found? A place beside it, not within the fabrics
of time. A place where one can see what was the true, the prime timeline
is. You can also see the alternate timelines that curl and loop from that
immense body like flares off of a star, or end like strands on a frayed
string. But cleave the timeline enough and you alter the prime line, taking
the universe from its intended flow.?
Toks paused again, remembering. ?Some things are time-locked. Some
individuals. Some occurrences. And you can?t do anything for those. It is
the most painful part of being a temporal agent. But then there are
occurrences that time terrorists or organizations actually attempt to
change for their personal gain. Those do not have to be. Starbase Freedom
is not supposed to end this way. I want to stop it. It should not happen
and cannot happen, or the prime timeline is torn from its correct
direction.?
He released his breath bringing himself out of memories of people he lost,
people he had to let go. He looked up at them. ?So, as unaffected as I may
have looked, don?t think that. You matter. Everyone, EVERYONE matters to
time! Everyone affects it, touches it, moves it.?
Dahr couldn?t help but be moved by Toks? sincerity. Although he was a bit
curious as to why this was so important to the Chameloid, that was just his
natural cynical side poking its nose in. Once again, something caught his
eye in the video feed loop.
?How carefully was this feed analyzed?? the captain asked.
?This is unedited live streams.?
?Can you slow it down?? His face got closer as the images moved at a slower
rate. ?Stop it, there. Now, back it up about an eighth of a second. Right
there.?
He pointed to a spot on the station where a bright spot suddenly appeared.
Toks nodded. ?You will find several more of those. But they show general
locations. Not definitive proof of torpedoes, energy weapons. My first
thought was a bomb. But you know this unique station better.?
Dahr nodded, ?I can see the idea of a bomb. But that?s not what I?m looking
at. The explosions are consistently in the same places. Look.? He pointed
to the red dots of the explosions. ?Here, here, and here. But they?re not
simultaneous, as one might think. They?re looking for maximum damage by
using one explosion to magnify the next, until?? he waited until the
station tore itself apart, ?the last. My guess would be that the explosive
load on that last one is the lowest.?
He paused, then added, ?It?s not even that. Look at the locations.
Commander,? he looked at Solice, ?do you know what?s on those levels??
Toks looked at Quinna.
Quinna pulled her PADD to verify her thoughts, ?I have one happening in
Officer Quarters. Another one in the diplomatic area. There are various
storage locations. None of which would cause any major damage that you are
alluding to.? Quinna bit her lower lip in thought. ?If they are
temporal, could they be bridged together, maybe some temporal rifts that we
cannot detect yet.? Quinna knew she was grasping at straws.
Toks considered, ?Marai, are you tied to my pin??
=^= When am I not?=^= she responded then quickly added, =^= Don?t answer
that. Yes, I?m connected.=^=
Toks snickered as he entered sequences. ?Run this simulation for me,
please?? He requested. ?And please go audible for the Captain and
Commander.?
=^= Running simulation now, Tixen. And hello, Captain Dahr and Commander
Quinna. I have enjoyed reviewing your files, logs, and career. It is a
pleasure.?
Dahr looked over at Quinna with a surprised smile. He was surprised at how
comfortable he?d become talking to computers.
?The pleasure is ours,? he replied with a hint of humor in his voice.
=^=No, the explosions are not consistent with multiple micro-wormhole
openings from a star to the station. There would have been residual stellar
material from the egress. However, it is consistent with your bomb theory
if you consider programmable anti-matter.=^=
Toks frowned and looked concerned. ?That was banned even by the worst
factions. Too dangerous.?
=^= But consistent,=^= Marai stated.
?Programmable anti-matter?? Dahr?s voice carried his confusion. ?Is that
even a real thing? I mean, I?d heard rumors of research.?
=^= At this stage, programmable matter is a theoretical practice being
manipulated at the nanite level and in microscopic amounts. There will not
be a major documented advancement for?.=^= the AI?s voice cut off as the
Takaran chanaloid spoke.
?Spoilers, Marai. Could you explain the very basics of why programmable
antimatter is so very dangerous??
=^= My apologies, I get excited. Also, your station AI has been a
delightful conversationalist. He has begun to run specific scans at the
suggestion of the station's destruction. I believe he will want to report
next. =^=
Toks tasked, ?Programmable anti-matter, please. And please do not coax
independence from Captain Dahr?s station. We are under his jurisdiction.?
=^= Completely understandable, and I certainly am not. The station is
operating under his current directives,=^= she explained, then began her
report so smoothly, she sounded like she?d only taken a moment to sip tea.
=^=While making an effort to protect the prime timeline, I will explain
that programmable antimatter is able to shift to a currently unknown inert
form of antimatter. That form requires no magnetic shielding to hold it
from the matter of our universe. Once it reverts itself to its dangerous
form, each gram is equivalent to a 21.5 kiloton energy explosion.=^=
Casian sat down and let the air out of his lungs slowly. Preventing this
will be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and that haystack is
popping in and out of multiple timelines spontaneously.
?And in its inert form,? Toks added, ?programmable matter can move like a
self-propelled dust cloud that can pass through matter like walls and
decks. It can also pass through a lot of shields, hence the devastation
when it explodes like a long string of bombs,? Toks explained. ?And no
tell-tale radiation residue.?
?The timing couldn?t be any better,? Dahr said, as much to himself as
anyone else. ?We?re going to need some help.? He looked at Quinna, ?I want
you to bring Zerin up to speed on this. First of all, he knows this station
better than anyone else. Then see if you can track down Dr. Gailus Penn.
Out science department is a bit thin at the moment, and as I understand, he
might have some knowledge on Temporal Quantum Physics.?
He stood up and looked at T?xen. ?Well, Mr. Toks, I?m not sure if your
appearance here, right now, is fortuitous or not, but here you are, and now
we know. Keep your investigation amongst us. I don?t want to start a panic,
but I?ve got to wonder if we shouldn?t start offloading the civilians.?
Toks nodded. ?Panic will not help, but I am concerned that offloading
civilians may cause the temporal faction doing this to accelerate their
timeline,? he winced at his choice of words. ?It may endanger everyone
faster.?
?I can talk to the others but I believe we can evacuate the station without
a panic. Every so often, the station needs to be evaluated so we can use
the pretense of doing something similar to a Baryon Sweep. An excuse to
evacuate the station.? Quinna suggested.
Dahr mused on the idea for a moment then said, ?We can start making plans
for an evac, amongst us. Include Lt. Samuels in that discussion, but let?s
hold onto it for right now. The station can?t run by itself, just yet ? he
said, knowing that eventually the ai would be able to once it had
integrated all of the systems. ?And there are some civilians on the station
who would have nowhere to go. So I would like another option.?
He looked at the recording of the stationploding, again, and commented,
??Within a week? is a very broad time frame. That means it could be today.
It could be seven days from today. Let?s see if we can?t narrow that gap a
bit.?
?I agree, Captain.?
Dahr stood up and unsealed the room. ?Then I?ll leave you two to it while
I? deal with our guests. Keep me appraised.?
With that he exited.
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0845) Senator Kasic
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2025 18:19:20 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(RRS Red Lady Class Jaebez- Bridge - Senator Kasic - 0845)
Kasic stood at the back of the bridge of one of the most advanced ships
available in the New Romulan Republic. He watched as the bridge crew went
through their routines before decloaking deep in Federation territory. That
phrase meant something completely different today than it did years ago.
This action would have been an intergalactic incident and may have incited
a war. However, the tides of providence had changed.
Post nova, the relationship between the two governments had taken a major
shift. The support that had come from the unlikely source of the
Federation had given those who remained in charge a reason to pause their
aggressive posture towards each other. In fact there had been Romulan
interference or incursions during the so-called Federation civil war and
collapse. There had even been discussion of the New Romulan Republic being
allied with this new Federation.
Oh how the universe had changed. Kasic was old enough to have been part of
the old empire. He had survived the purge of the old Romulan government,
and maintained his status as a senator on the new one. It helped that he
had been able to organize so many and regroup and reset up the government.
When the word came that the Thilianywere looking to make a deal with the
Federation for an area of space with known Romulan space, however, there
grew that renewed sense of distrust. What was the Federation up to? It was
not their territory to make a deal over.
It had been decided that the Romulans needed to make their presence known
on this new Federation Starbase. Somebody on the station seemed to agree as
they had sent a report that might as well have been an invitation.
?We are in range of the Starbase,? the commander of the ship reported.
Kasic nodded, Decloak and hail them Commander Derric.?
They were no longer actively aggressive with the Federation, but Kasic
smiled imagining the e look on the face of the Federation officers as the
Red Lady cruiser decloaked.
?This is Senator Kasic, of the Romulan Republic. I demand to speak with
Captain Casian Dahr? immediately. ?
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2025 15:05:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0846)
Casian was making preparations to head down to the ambassadorial conference
room when his com panel on his desk chimed.
=^=Captain Dahr, it’s Doreen at comms. You have an incoming message.=^=
“This really isn’t a good time Ensign,” Dahr growled.
=^=Sir, it’s the Romulans. And they’re parked 20 kilometers from the
station.=^=
Casian paused for a moment, staring at the box on his desk. He took a deep
breath and let it out slowly. He really shouldn’t be surprised.
“Put it through, Ensign,” he said, standing up.
The screen shimmered and the face of an older Romulan appeared. His cold
dark eyes looked at Dahr harshly. But when he spoke his voice was deep and
calm.
“This is Captain Casian Dahr, commander of Federation Starbase Freedom.
How can we help you?”
=^=Captain Dahr, I am Senator Kasic of the New Romulan Republic and I
believe you know the answer to that question. The Federation is in the
process of negotiating with the Tholians over a sector of Romulan territory
without any Romulan input.=^=
Casian checked his heavy sigh. He was surprised that they had gotten as far
as they had without any direct Romulan input. This was turning into a hot
diplomatic mess.
“Senator Kasic, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I appologize if we have
overstepped,” Dahr said. “I was under the impression that since the
desolation of your home star that sector was no longer occupied. However,
we are happy to have you join the table at these negotiations.”
The senator smiled wide, knowing that he’d caught the Federation off guard.
=^=A seat? I would imagine so. We will be in transporter range in fifteen
of your minutes. And I believ a seat is the least of what we’ll expect.
Jaebez out.=^=
The screen went blank and Casian watched it for a moment. This was
promising to be a long day. He could already feel the tension build in the
back of his head. He moved to leave his office and tapped his comm badge.
“Captain Dahr to Lt. Samuels, meet me at the docking port with an escort,
immediately. And let your people on the diplomatic level know that the
Romulans have come to join the party.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0850) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2025 21:16:38 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Main Security - Security Chief’s Office -
CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0850)
Hank was making the final adjustments to the duty roster for the day when
his comm badge chirped.
=^=Captain Dahr to Lt. Samuels, meet me at the docking port with an escort,
immediately. And let your people on the diplomatic level know that the
Romulans have come to join the party.=^=
Hank rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. He tapped his comm badge.
“Acknowledged Captain. On my way.”
He looked at the duty roster and smiled. “Well, no time like the present.”
He tapped his badge again. “Samuels to Green, report to my office
immediately.”
(reply Green)
When Raven appeared he met her her at the door. “Follow me Lieutenant, we
are on escort duty again. This time, the Romulan.”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1312) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor/Surgeon Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2025 18:54:34 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1312) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor/Surgeon Dryliandran
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starship Roadrunner - Guert quarters - - CMO en route to Starbase Freesom - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1312)
“And what made you decide to jump ship and go post yourself on a starbase?”
Rubbing the scented moisturizer over his bald tanned head and neck then his arms and chest before moving back in view of the monitor where his sister could seem him. He grabbed the under shirt of his uniform and pulled it over his head.
“That was a little judgmental for a ships counsellor,” to his you her sister, Lt. JG Illandrid. His felt a sisters own bald head gleamed in the light of the room she occupied on her vessel.
She smirked. “This is what a little sister worried about her ‘life is made for adventure’ brother.”
He leaned forward after fastening the belt around the jacket of the uniform.
“Maybe I need adventure in one place for awhile.”
~The ship was torn apart around me. We lost so so many people. ~ he admitted to himself with a deep breath almost hearing the claxons again. The smell of blood everywhere. Then he pulled himself out leaned toward the monitor and put his weight on his hands as he got close. Then he forces a wide smile
“I hear the Hades is en route to Freedom. I better get the universes biggest hug from the best sister. It will be a good way to start a new adventure in a more stable place where I can build long term relationships maybe see patients more than a few times.”
She nodded vigorously,
“I can’t believe I get to see you on your new post it’s been what, two years?”
He nodded. “More. You were at academy and then the Sar…. The ship was on extended deep space.”
~All those weeks in shuttles hopping from planet to planet til rescue.~ He shook his head out of the negative memories and did the breathing exercises his own therapist had taught him.
“Hey bring that very cute Ensign Jayc. I’d love to see him again.”
“Lt. Commander Jayc.”
Lieutenant Commander? Wow what did he do make another black hole?”
“Yes, cheeky bugger.”
His eyes widened. “Well that must mean he’s…..”
“He’s married. A Vulcan.” Ilandrid cut him off.
“He’s also my best friend.
“A VULCAN!” Dryliandrin sighed. “A Betazoid with a cold, logical green blooded…..”
“This Vulcan has emotions try as he might to suppress them,” and he loves Jayc with a level that Deltan’s would sigh with romance.”
Dryliandrin sniffed enjoying how easy it had always been to push his little sisters buttons. “Pity, there are so few compatible to Deltan’s.”
Illandrid turned her head as the com signal sounded on her end.
“I’m being g called to sickbay. We are transporting survivors of a destroyed science station. Lots of trauma need.
“Duty calls little one,” he acknowledged. “They’re lucky to have you. I know I am. Thank you for calling!”
She nodded. “I love you!”
“Let me know when you are here we will share Deltan Concouri.”
She smiled and nodded and the screen switched to transmissions ended.
“Love you too,” he said realizing he hadn’t gotten that in.” He tapped his hands against the work station top several times to burn the nervous energy. He took a deep breath and pulled himself to fully standing. “So much.”
He turned and looked at his temporary quarters in the frigate class starship .
=^= Bridge to Lt. Commander Dryliandrin. Report to transporter room Three. We are on final approach to Starbase Freedom.=^=
He sighed and tapped his comm badge. “Doctor Dryliandrin here. Acknowledged bridge.”
He sighed and grabbed his single bag from the bed and turned out the forward view port in time to catch the ship come out of warp and provide him an unexpectedly clear view of his new home. The view of the absolutely huge Starbase Freedom.”
He stared at it, studying g its unusual lines and connections. It was so big, so permanent looking.
“Next best thing to being on a planet,”. He said to himself.
A Starbase, no careening into unknown systems, no surprise attacks by unknown species who lived and breathed atrocity. Hopefully no more experiences of watching friends hurtling into space as huge parts of the ship suddenly ripped away and before forcefields clicked in to place.
“But I didn’t ,” he said to himself. “So….
New adventures.”
He put the strap over his head to the opposite shoulder. And walked out.
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?=282-1312=29_Chief_Medical_Officer=3A_?= =?utf-8?q?=C2=A0Lt=2E_Commander_=C2=A0=C2=A0Doctor_Dryliandran?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2025 15:54:32 -0400
NRPG:
Hey there, sorry for the resend. My post had some unexpected glitches.
Thanks Al for the editing and fixes.
RPG:
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starship Roadrunner - Guest quarters - CMO en route to Starbase Freedom -
Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1312)
=^=And what made you decide to jump ship and go post yourself on a starbase?=^=
Rubbing the scented moisturizer over his bald tanned head and neck then his arms and chest, Dryliandrin poked his head back in view of the monitor where his sister could see him. He grabbed the undershirt of his uniform and pulled it over his head.
“That was a little judgmental for a ship's Counselor,” he teased to his younger sister, Lt. JG Illandrid. His sister’s own bald head gleamed in the light of the room she occupied on her vessel.
She smirked. =^=This is what a little sister sounds like when she’s worried about her brother.=^=
He stepped fully in view of the monitor after fastening the belt around the jacket of the uniform.
“Maybe I need adventure in one place for a while,” he suggested.
~The ship was torn apart around me. We lost so many people. ~ he admitted
to himself with a deep breath almost hearing the claxons again. ~The smell of blood was everywhere.~
He pulled himself out before letting his emotions and thoughts ruminate and leaned toward the monitor. He put his weight on his hands as he got close. Then he forced a wide smile.
“I hear the Hades is en route to Freedom,” he added. “I better get the universe's biggest hug from the best sister. It will be a good way to start a new adventure in a more stable place where I can build long term relationships, maybe see patients more than a few times.”
She nodded vigorously,
=^=I can’t believe I get to see you on your new post. It's been, what, two years?=^=
He nodded. “More. You were at the academy and then the ship was on an extended deep space mission.”
~All those weeks in shuttles hopping from planet to planet till rescued.~ He shook his head out of the negative memories and did the breathing exercises his own therapist had taught him.
“Hey, bring that very cute Ensign Jayc. I’d love to see him again,” Dryliandrin said.
=^=Lt. Commander Jayc.=^=
“Lieutenant Commander?” he sounded surprised. “Wow what did he do, make another black hole?”
=^=Yes, cheeky bugger.=^=
His eyes widened. “Well that must mean-“
he’s married.”
=^=He’s married, =^= she cut him off,
=^=To a Vulcan. He’s also my best friend. And very off limits for you!=^=
“A VULCAN!” Dryliandrin sighed. “A Betazoid with a cold, logical green blooded Vulcan.”
=^=This Vulcan has emotions, try as he might to suppress them, and he loves Jayc with a level that Deltans would covet.=^=
Dryliandrin sniffed, enjoying how easy it had always been to push his little sister's buttons. “Pity, there are so few compatible to Deltans.”
Illandrid turned her head as the com signal sounded on her end. =^=I’m being called to sickbay. We are transporting survivors of a destroyed science station. Lots of trauma and I’m needed.=^=
“Duty calls little one” he acknowledged. ”They’re lucky to have you. I know I am. Thank you for calling!”
She nodded. =^=I love you!=^=
“Let me know when you are here, we will share Deltan Concouri.”
She smiled and nodded and the screen switched to transmission ended.
“Love you too,” he said, realizing he hadn’t gotten that in”. He tapped his hands against the work station's top several times to burn the nervous energy. He took a deep breath and pulled himself to fully standing.
He turned and looked at his temporary quarters in the frigate class starship.
.
=^=Bridge to Lt. Commander Dryliandrin. Report to transporter room Three. We are on final approach to Starbase Freedom.=^=
He sighed and tapped his comm badge. “Doctor Dryliandrin here. Acknowledged bridge.”
He sighed and grabbed his single bag from the bed and turned out the forward view port in time to catch the ship come out of warp and provide him an unexpectedly clear view of his new home. The view of the absolutely huge Starbase Freedom.
He stared at it, studying its unusual lines and connections. It was so big, so permanent looking. “Next best thing to being on a planet,” he said to himself.
A Starbase. No careening into unknown systems. No surprise attacks by unknown species who lived and breathed atrocity. Hopefully no more experiences of watching friends hurtling into space as huge parts of the ship suddenly ripped away and before force fields clicked into place. No more people dying meaninglessly infront of him.
“But I didn’t ,” he said to himself. “New adventures.”
(Reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2025 10:52:38 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom -Level 2, Transporter Room 1- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1354)
The transport cycle completed and he had the moment of orienting himself and looking at the security guards, transporter operator, and a station with whom he assumed to be the officer of the deck.
Drin strode down the steps and presented the isolinesr chip to the female who breathed in and then smiled at him begged than she had a moment ago.
“Welcome. State your identity and purpose,” she tried to sound authoritative but it seemed she spoke softer than intended as demonstrated by the sudden flushing to her face and neck.
“Doctor Dryliandrin, reporting for duty,” he explained.
The woman tapped her pads and looked at her stations scan already confirming the information on the chip.
“Medical doctor, surgeon. Previous posting USS NA’Nam…..” she paused. “That was the ship that……” her eyes looked up to meet his after scanning the information.
“You’re the doctor who…”
Dryliandrin, “Could you tell me where to report Lieutenant?”
She paused and looked at the others who had noticed her comments.
“Of course Doctor. Report to Main Operations. She handed him a padd. You are logged in to the system and your quarters are assigned. If you place your bag back on the transporter pads I’ll have them send it to your quarters for you.”
Dryliandrin nodded and smiled. “Very kind, thank you,” he said doing as instructed and headed toward the turbo lifts down the hall to ops.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2025 18:35:22 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1354) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom -Level 2, Transporter Room 1- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1354)
The transport cycle completed and he had the moment of orienting himself and looking at the security guards, transporter operator, and a station with whom he assumed to be the officer of the deck.
Dryliandrin strode down the steps and presented the isolinesr chip to the female who breathed in and then smiled at him more sheepishly than she had a moment ago.
“Welcome. State your identity and purpose,” she tried to sound authoritative but it seemed she spoke softer than intended as demonstrated by the sudden flushing to her face and neck. His Deltan pheromones had already reached her. By now it was so routine he gave it very little thought and stayed on topic.
“Doctor Dryliandrin, reporting for duty,” he explained.
The woman tapped her pads and looked at her stations scan already confirming the information on the chip.
“Medical doctor, surgeon. Previous posting USS NA’Nam…..” she paused. “That was the ship that……” her eyes looked up to meet his after scanning the information surprise on her face.
“You’re the doctor who…”
Dryliandrin, “Could you tell me where to report Lieutenant?”
She paused and looked at the others who had noticed her comments.
“Of course Doctor. Report to Main Operations. She handed him a padd. You are logged in to the system and your quarters are assigned. If you place your bag back on the transporter pads I’ll have them send it to your quarters for you.”
Dryliandrin nodded and smiled. “Very kind, thank you,” he said doing as instructed and headed toward the turbo lifts down the hall to ops.
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Starbase Freedom -Level 2, Ops 1- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1358)
The operations center was large and active with many people moving about.
Checking the padd, Dryliandrin looked at the images of the captain of the FO and the Captain. The trio Captain was across the area near his office and the doctor approached.
He cleared his throat and called out.
“Good afternoon. Lt. Commander Dryliandrin reporting as new Chief Medical Officer.”
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