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Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-05-01
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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: (1-1705) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston and Ambassador Reed
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston and Ambassador Reed- 1705)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281-1815=29_Tholian_Ambassador_A?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99Auton_=26_CSec=2C_Lt=2E_Hank_Samuels?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A’Auton &
CSec, Lt. Hank Samuels -1815)
[A guide would allow me to “see the sights” I believe the human term is, in
a more efficient manner. I accept.]
[This space, this promenade does not and would not exist in any kind of
Tholian craft. Does it exist solely for trade and commerce or are there
social aspects of it as well?]
[If you have a product or resources we need, over time we have learned that
it causes less damage to both sides if goods are exchanged. When resources
are taken by force the risk is often to great that we sustain damage,
suffer loss of life and knowledge.]
[ Not intrinsically, no. We learned of it when we encountered the Ferengi,
over four hundred of your years ago. We understand it, but for us our
concept is closer to designation. My suit is designated to me, the Ferengi
would say I own it. Assigned would be a closer word to the concept of the
way we view it.]
[Tholians use their carapace to generate aural and radio frequencies to
communicate. We don’t have an abundance of spare time as you call it. If we
did generate a sound with the intent of making a pleasing sound, it would
probably be closest to your singing.]
[Please demonstrate your… music.]
(reply none, any)
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0840) Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 4 - Personal Quarters - Civilian Scientist - Dr.
Gailus Penn- 0840)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Starbase Freedom: rpg (2-0843) Special Agent SFI temporal Division and First Officer - Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations - CO’s Office - XO-Commander Quinna Solice, and T’xen Toks- 0830)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0843) Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 4 - Turbo Lift - Civilian Scientist - Dr. Gailus
Penn- 0843)
[Well, it is part of my function to familiarize myself with all the
inhabitants of the station in order
To anticipate their needs. I was unfamiliar with your Benzite physiology
and the interface with that database was less than optimal.]
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Corridor - Civilian Scientist - Dr. Gailus
Penn- 0845)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) Captain Casian Dahr and Lt. Commander Dr. Dryliandrin
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr and
Lt. Commander Dr. Dryliandrin - 0846)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) Commander Quinna Solice and Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Corridor - XO Officer - Commander Quinna
Solice and Dr. Gailus Penn - 0846
Quinna sat in her office. It was certainly different than the Illuminar.
It was colder. Maybe she could add some touches to make it more her own.
A couch, a hidden compartment. Perhaps her special blend of coffee. Make
people know that this is Quinna’s special place to be.
The door chimed. “Come.” Quinna acknowledged. The doors slid open, and
there was Penn. Her eyes lit up with the arrival of her favorite
scientist. “Ahh, please come in,” Quinna said as she extended her hand to
her friend.
Penn smiled a genuine smile, “Dr. Quinna! It is wonderful to see you
again. Excuse me, Commander Quinna.” He looked around the room and
frowned. This room was definitely not a reflection of who he knew her to
be. “What can I do for the Executive Officer of Starbase Freedom?”
“Come join me.” Quinna pointed to a table and a couple of chairs. It was
a far cry from her couch and the comfy chairs she had. She wondered if her
favorite chair was moved over with her stuff. She did request it, but not
everything came from storage.
Penn followed her to the table and awkwardly sat in the chair. He leaned
back and stretched his legs under the table. Then he reached into the
inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small metallic flask. He took
a sip and grimaced a little at the burning on his tongue and throat. Then
he offered the flask to Quinna.
“I have to admit, I am curious. What do you know about temporal
engineering?” She closed her eyes as if hesitating to say, “Time Travel.”
The Benzite looked stunned. He blinked, then sat upright. “Temporal
engineer? Not as much as my esteemed former partner.” The words almost
hurt as he said them, but then he continued. “However, I would say that I
have a better-than-average understanding of the principles. Is there
anything in particular you’d like to know?”
“Hypothetically, can someone plant a bomb that can be temporally fixed to
go off and breach over several times at once?” Quinna asked.
Penn’s eyes opened wide. Quinna now had his attention. His mind worked like
a data file and it took home a moment to find the right information.
“To the best of my knowledge, I would have to say no. A single explosive
cannot travel through time to explode in multiple locations simultaneously.
Explosions occur due to a rapid chemical reaction, not through time travel.
The speed of an explosion, or its detonation velocity, is a result of the
speed at which the reaction travels through the explosive material, not
through time. The explosives would need to be physically transported to
each location and then triggered separately to have explosions at multiple
locations. Again, to the best of my knowledge.”
Quinna took a deep breath. She knew what she needed to do: “OK, I am going
to let you in on something that I could really use your help with.” Then,
Quinna let Penn in on the conversations she had earlier with Toks and Dahr.
Penn leaned forward more and more with each sentence, caught between the
fascination of the science he was hearing and the horror for the purpose it
was being used for.
When she was done he sat back. He took a long, slow breath and suddenly
laughed. “Darmok and Jelad at Tenagra.” For a moment he slipped back into
standard Tamarian. Then he stepped back to his and Tellar’s personal
version of the language. “James Cole with the twelve monkies.”
He looked at Solice’s lost look and said, “So you are looking for a way to
prevent some explosive device that is supposed to detonate in several
locations at the same time. Perhaps by traveling back in time to prevent
the event from happening at all?”
“Crazy, right?” Quinna said. “Are you in?” She followed. “I need you”
Penn looked at Quinna with an evil smile, “Ahhh…if I had a unit for every
time a woman has said those words to me.” Then he gave her a more serious
look and said, “You had me at time travel. Of course I’m in. I’m assuming
that there is someone else who might have information I can use?”
“Of course. We will meet with them soon.”
(Reply none)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0850) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Main Security - - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels-
0850)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0900) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shittlebay - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels -
0900)
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- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-0901=29_-_SFI_Special_Agent-_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks_=28repost=29?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Operations- Tixen Toks- 0901)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0902) CSec Lt. Hank Samuels and CO Captain Casian Dahr w/ Romulan Senator Kasic
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shittlebay - CSec Lt. Hank Samuels and
CO Captain Casian Dahr w/ Romulan Senator Kasic - 0902)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1705) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston and Ambassador Reed
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2025 21:24:46 -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 and Ambassador Reed- 1705)
Michael had left Quinna sleeping in their bed. He had given her a kiss on
the cheek, feeling the tug to just climb back in with her. But duty called.
With a whisper of, “I love you,” he left the room.
He made his way back down to the diplomatic level and found the quarters
that had been assigned to Reed. He pressed the door chime and the door
opened.
Zane had a small spread on the table. Parmesan chicken with a side of
fruit salad seemed good. She was exhausted from traveling but she was good
at hiding it. As she waited, she jotted down some negotiation notes. She
was not ready to give up the planets but she was ready to work with the
Tholians. She also did her homework on her temporary aide.
Weston stepped in and drew the smell of the food. He immediately recognized
the Parmesan cheese and the smell of garlic in a tomato sauce. His stomach
was already rumbling.
“Ambassador,” he said, nodding to the woman at the table. “Smells pretty
good.”
“Glad you approve Mr. Weston.” Zane greeted. “Please come and sit. I
have to admit, I am a bit hungry. It has been a long day.” Zane pointed
to the table where she had dinner laid out. “Please help yourself.” Zane
grabbed her stuff and sat opposite Weston. “I am curious about your
thoughts on the negotiations?”
Michael moved his plate closer to the food and expertly served himself some
pasta and put piece of the chicken parmesan. Then he served himself some of
the fruit salad. He pulled the plate close and took a bite of the fruit
first.
As he chewed the strawberry he contemplated Reed’s question. “I’m not sure
that I’d consider the negotiations to have started. There’s been some
posturing for positions at the table, but the Tholians have not stated why
they want that sector, and the Federation has no idea what Ren really was
asking for in return.”
He cut into the chicken then stopped, “So what does the Federation want for
their cooperation in the annexation of that space?”
“This is a new negotiation. I am not going to let them have the planets,
but I think we may try to arrange a deal where we can let the Tholians live
on the planets but still keep them in Federation space.” Zane took a
second, looked at her plate and…(go ahead)
Michael paused his chewing in the piece of chicken and swallowed, “That’s a
bold statement as that area of space, technically, is not ours to mediate.
No have to wonder how the Romulans would fell about us, “looking out for
their interests” for them.” He took another bite.
“The Romulan Empire has been in disarray since the demise of the Romulan
Senate at the hands of Shinzon. The Federation, though with no direct
claims on the Romulan territory, has been regulating and supporting the
area since the Picard Era. We will not give away the territory, but we can
quote, unquote, lease it to the Tholians. In return, we would want trade
and transport rights through Tholian Space. I do not think it is
unreasonable. We are asking for a “Friendship” with the Tholians.” Zane
stated.
Michael shrugged, “Unreasonable? No. Actually it’s quite reasonable. If it
were ours to to regulate. The Romulans have left us to our good intentions
because they haven’t had the resources to monitor all of that territory.
But again, I’ve got to wonder how they’d feel if we take such regulations
to the next level. Even at such a reasonable request.”
He hadn’t intended to goad the new ambassador into an argument, but he did
feel the need to be a voice of… reason? It is also giving him an
opportunity to watch the woman under pressure.
“Well, there has not been any change to their current government system.
The Romulans are still scattered in the Alpha Quadrant and the door has
been opened for reorganization. None of which have been indicated. They
have not taken the steps or interest to going back to the way things were.
I would be surprised if they were interested.” Zane took a grape but left
the rest of her food untouched.
Michael took another bite of his food then smiled, “You must not have had
many interactions with the Romulans. Nothing gets their interest more than
when they think that they’re losing something. But you’re the expert. Most
of my diplomacy has been at the other side of a phaser.”
“Mr. Weston, are you testing me, or is there something that I have not been
aware of?” Zane asked as she pushed her food away from her.
Michael chuckled, “Maybe, on both accounts. I do like to poke a bear every
once in a while. And… I wouldn’t be surprised if the Romulans turned up at
your little shindig, and I think you need to be prepared for that
possibility. The first one is for certain. The second is a gut feeling.”
“And you do not trust that I can perform,” Zane accused. Mr. Weston, I
suggest you go to Captain Dahr and make your objections about my abilities
known to him.” Zane then slid a PADD across the table titled “Romulan
Contingency.”
“Mr. Weston, now maybe I should question your abilities. I have, however,
been doing my homework on you. You have quite a reputation. Are you going
to give me cause to have you removed?” Zane glared at Michael.
This time Michael outright laughed. “Ambassador, you are welcome to ask me
to leave. I may not have been kicked out of better places than this, but
it wouldn’t be the first time I’d been kicked out. As for my,” he made air
quotes with his hands, “objections about your abilities, I have none.” He
slid his finger across his own PADD and showed the file he’d created on
her. “I also have done my research. However, I’m not here to measure who
has the greater influence. That does not interest me in the least.”
“Since you have done your homework, then you know I do not tolerate any
crap from anyone. I am not used to anyone speaking to me as if I have no
clue as to what is going on. And I will not have you or anyone else treat
me as uneducated about the state of the governments in the Quadrants. I
retained you for your knowledge of the Tholian Brief since this knowledge
has been locked away. The planets in question are not merely hospitable to
the Tholians' way of life but offer a leaping pad to a Tholian incursion
into our space. It does provide some power as the atmosphere has a unique
cloaking ability to make it difficult to monitor progress on the planets.”
And now the real conversation can begin. He knew his own limitations, and
knew that he had trouble with authority to begin with. He also knew that
was something he was going to have to overcome in this position of Deputy
Director. He was going to have to learn to play the political game. He
didn’t like it, but it was necessary. For now, he was undercover,
portraying a Deputy Director, remembering the Director’s last words to him,
“Fake it till you make it.” In his head he added, “or break it.” But he’d
had his fun with Reed and now it was time to play nice.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Ambassador,” he said, “I’m not sure how
Ren thought he was going to circumnavigate all of those governments.
Especially once they all find out what he’d done. In my opinion, the
Romulans would have been the least of his worries. And I agree, those
systems are a perfect launching spot into Klingon territory, as well as
Federation and Romulan. Fortunately, empirical expansion is not usually in
the Tholians wheelhouse. But I agree, proceeding with caution is advised.”
“Now that was not so hard, was it Mr.Weston?” Zane quipped. “I have
learned that no matter how much you know about who you are up against,
there is always a surprise. That is why I will not be surprised if the
Romulans show. I would not be surprised if a Trill delegation would show
up as well.”
Michael nodded noncommittally,” “We shall see. I too have learned
important lessons, Ambassador. If things seem too easy, you probably missed
something.” He paused and smiled at Reed, “And for the record, I never
accused you of being uneducated or clueless. Sometimes I just say things to
hear myself speak, and judge people’s reactions. I didn’t mean any offense.
In fact, you seem a little sharper than most diplomats I know.”
“I will take that as a compliment, then.” Zane replied.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281-1815=29_Tholian_Ambassador_A?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99Auton_=26_CSec=2C_Lt=2E_Hank_Samuels?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 25 May 2025 11:21:08 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade - Tholian Ambassador A’Auton &
CSec, Lt. Hank Samuels -1815)
“Ambassador,” he said, “I’m Lt. Samuels. How are you enjoying the station?
I’d be happy to be your tour guide.”
The Tholian thought for a moment as the crowd that, no doubt had gathered
to see the interaction between the Tholian and a Trill child, had begun to
dissipate. A testament to the influence of the approaching security officer
or a lost chance at an assumed bloody spectacle?
[A guide would allow me to “see the sights” I believe the human term is, in
a more efficient manner. I accept.]
Hank chuckled, “Excellent, excellent.”
[This space, this promenade does not and would not exist in any kind of
Tholian craft. Does it exist solely for trade and commerce or are there
social aspects of it as well?]
“It is the main hi. Of trade for the station,” Samuels explained, “but for
many humanoid species commerce goes hand in hand with social interactions.
In fact, some of the most successful business revolve around the social
aspects. Especially food.”
He paused for a moment then added, “So Tholians have no central business
hubs? How do they conduct commerce?”
[Internally products go where they are designated or needed. Trade is not
required.]
Reply if you want
[If you have a product or resources we need, over time we have learned that
it causes less damage to both sides if goods are exchanged. When resources
are taken by force the risk is often to great that we sustain damage,
suffer loss of life and knowledge.]
Hank nodded, intrigued and said, “Interesting. So… do Tholians have a
concept of ownership?”
[ Not intrinsically, no. We learned of it when we encountered the Ferengi,
over four hundred of your years ago. We understand it, but for us our
concept is closer to designation. My suit is designated to me, the Ferengi
would say I own it. Assigned would be a closer word to the concept of the
way we view it.]
Hank nodded and smiled. “I think the Ferengi could learn a great deal from
your ideology. As could, even, some in the Federation. The striving for
possessions have caused many struggles in the history of other cultures .”
The El-Aurian in Hank came to the surface and had an idea that might help
him understand Tholians more. “I would like to show you something.”
He led the them towards the music shop. There was some gentle, soothing
music coming from it. “Do Tholians make music?”
A’Auton’s suit picked up acoustic vibrations that had a rhythmic quality to
them.
~[ Sonic sequence not recognized.]~
They allowed the aural vibrations to pipe through the sound pickups inside
the suit, partly to analyse it personally, and partly out of curiosity. The
Tholian allowed the sounds to resonate through their carapace.
[We are familiar with your concept of music. It is not something that we
do. ]
Hank nodded, “Interesting. Music isn’t really just something that people
do. It kind of emerges from them. And it has varied purposes.”
[Tholians use their carapace to generate aural and radio frequencies to
communicate. We don’t have an abundance of spare time as you call it. If we
did generate a sound with the intent of making a pleasing sound, it would
probably be closest to your singing.]
Hank thought about what he’d give to hear that sound. “Singing?! With
words?”
[No. The closest thing would be when progenitors create soothing sounds to
comfort newly released hatchlings.]
“Like singing them a lullaby,” Hank said softly.
[Lulaby. I have never heard this term.]
“It’s a soothing song that a caregiver would sing to calm a baby or help
them sleep,” the El Aurian explained.
They arrived at the music store and the Bolian proprietor suddenly
appeared, looking a little vexed.
“Gentlemen,” the Bolian said, trying to disguise his concern with a smile
that did not do the job. “How may I serve you?”
Hank’s smile was more genuine and a little comforting to the Bolian. “Thod
Vol, I’d like to introduce you to Ambassador A’Auton. We’re having a little
… cultural exchange about music. If I understand correctly,” he looked to
the Tholian, “the Tholians do not imbibe in frivolous music as it does not
serve a purpose. Would that be correct?”
A’Auton observed the behavior of this Bolian proprietor was exhibiting
behavior that had been observed several times, though not frequently during
the Ambassador’s tenure. This Bolian was uncomfortable, or uneasy.
[ That is correct.]
Thod’s eyes opened wide. Shaking his head he said, “That is almost
incomprehensible to me. Of course, I suppose that it depends on how one
defines frivolous. Music… well… is necessary. It communicates far more
effectively than just words. From music and tone one can convey emotion,
context, mood, even intent. Not only does it foster emotional content it
creates cultural identity and social cohesion. It also enhances cognitive
functions, like memory and attention.” He shook his head again, “No music?”
He realized that he might be offending his guest and put his hands up
defensively, “Not to offend you, my dear Ambassador. But perhaps I could
offer a sample of some music that you might enjoy?”
Hank stood back watching the musician try to convince Tholian of the
importance of music, wondering if the words even computed for A’Auton.
The Ambassador thought, how get offended with a foreign concept?
[Please demonstrate your… music.]
The Bokian beamed and moved quickly over to the keyboard that was just
inside the store. Hank followed him and watched to see if A’Auton would
step inside.
Thod moved several switches and tapped in a code and smiled. “This is one
of my favorite pieces from an Andorian aria simply called “The Mountains.””
He began to play and the music flowed from the keyboard that painted an
emotional picture of someone climbing up the beautiful and majestic slopes
of the mountains that have become a setting for many lovers and newly
weds. Hank could feel the raw emotions from Thod as he played, and worked
hard not to weep himself. As the aria came to an end Thodd sat up and took
a deep breath.
“And that, my friend,” he said, “is what we call music.”
Hank watched, curious on how the Tholian would react.
The Ambassador thought for a moment, then cleared their head. A’Auton
switched off the translator temporarily and set the suit to broadcast
exactly the tones they produced. It began with auditory tones matching the
frequency and duration of the tune just played. The next series of tones
were laid on top and produced simultaneously. The tones were inaudible to
the human ear, infrasound. Crystals in the nearby shop began visibly
vibrating.
As the tones began Thodd quickly realized what was causing them. As they
diminished he closed his eyes, feeling the vibrations in the air. Slowly
his head began to move with the rhythm of the silent movement of the air.
His hands began to move over they key board.
A’Auton added a third tier broadcasting a tune on radio waves. This caused
a seemingly random chirping from all the combadges and older large
commercial receivers kept in some of the shops.
When comm badges chirped Thod smiled. Without looking he made some
adjustments to the keyboard and lightly laid his fingers in the keys. The
soft notes matched the patterns created by vibrations created by the
Tholian.
As emotional as he felt with Thods music, Hank couldn’t help but be moved
by the sudden impromptu duet unfolding before him. Never would he have
believed that a Tholian could be capable of creating and inspiring such
emotion. This was what fascinated the El Aurian about other species.
Learning something that he had never even suspected existed before.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0840) Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 11 May 2025 17:57:26 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 4 - Personal Quarters - Civilian Scientist - Dr.
Gailus Penn- 0840)
The Benzite’s eyes blinked open and took a moment to focus. He had, once
again, fallen asleep at his desk, having unsuccessfully attempted to solve
the quantum riddle before him. He had to admit that he was still having
trouble staying focused without the constant input of his partner, Dr.
Teller.
Together the two were capable of solving the most complex of quantum
physics problems, have even resolved to ability to travel trans
dimensionally… to a degree. That was an experiment that got tanked after an
unfortunate incident with a security officer that had been going through
their lab, against advice, he might add.
Teller was a Tamarian with incredible appetites, for alcohol, women,
science. They were all facets of the diamond that was Teller. Penn was the
only being that had been able to keep up with Teller. Their own personal
dialect of Tamarian made communicating with them a unique experience. Only
a few knew the truth, that Teller spoke perfect Federation Standard. But
they kept that information a secret because they enjoyed tormenting others
with trying to figure out what they were saying.
It was the tone of the comm panel that woke Penn. He stood up groggily and
managed his way to the panel, having been divested of his comm badge since
leaving the Illuminar. He tapped the button to hear a familiar voice.
=^= Solice to Penn.=^=
The Benzite couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Solice’s voice. She was
one of the few who knew Teller’s secret. “Commander Quinna. What a
surprise. How can I be of service?”
=^=Dr. Penn, please meet me in my office. I have something to run by you
as soon as you can.=^=
Penn’s nasal tendrils turned up in interest. “Really? I’ll be there as
soon as I can.”
The line closed and the Benzite went into the bathroom to throw water on
his face. He then moved into the bedroom to pick out his clothes. He
dropped the familiar purple robe to the floor and pulled on his trousers
and tunic. Finally he looked at himself in the mirror and winked.
“Maybe I’ll give Mr. Weston a run for his money with Quinna.”
With that he headed out.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Starbase Freedom: rpg (2-0843) Special Agent SFI temporal Division and First Officer - Commander Quinna Solice
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 11 May 2025 05:44:41 -0400
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Operations - CO’s Office - XO-Commander Quinna Solice, and T’xen Toks- 0830)
After Captain Dahr ordered that he be kept apprised, Toks turned to Commander Solice.
“Commander, I believe a small security and scientific detail may be useful if you would lend me a few or direct them. I will also make Deputy Director Weston aware.”
“Sounds good. We can get Samuels involved, and as for Weston, you can ask, but he has temporarily been loaned to Ambassador Reed for the Negotiations.” Quinna thought, I may know if a scientist that this would be up his alley. I will talk to him.”
“That would be helpful, thank you. Another Starfleet scientist on the Hades may arrive in time to assist as well, given his temporal skills.”
“Perhaps we can meet back up in the conference room later. Or wherever you feel is best.” Quinna stated.
“Definitely. My comm is accessible to you and your staff now.” He assured her and turned to exit the office.
“Marai, could you update Director Weston?”
=^= Certainly ,=^= the AI responded.
The Takaran tapped the collar pin again,
“Security Chief Samuels, this is Special Agent Tixen Toks with SFI. I need to see you urgently with priority information. Once you confirm with Solice, please respond.”
(Reply Samuels)
He turned back to the first officer.
“If anything else comes to mind, please let me
know immediately.” Then he left.
Quinna watched Toks leave. She knew the person she needed to contact. Dr. Penn.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0843) Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 14 May 2025 21:39:10 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 4 - Turbo Lift - Civilian Scientist - Dr. Gailus
Penn- 0843)
Penn stepped onto the turbo lift and paused as he realized that he had no
idea where he was going. He was not particularly aware of the layout of the
station nor where anyone had offices.
[Please state your desired destination.]
The Benzite was slightly startled by the voice of the stations AI. It
didn’t sound like any computer generated voice he’d heard before. It almost
sounded… alive.
“Fascinating,” Penn said to himself. Then said, “Yes, yes, of course.
Ummm… well… I need to find Commander Quinna’s office.”
[Commander Quinna Solice has an office located on level 2. Access to that
level is restricted to Starfleet personnel.]
Penn shrugged, “Well, she did invite me.”
There was a momentary pause and then the AI spoke. [Oh yes, I apologize Dr.
Gailus Penn. You have been granted temporary access to level. I am afraid
my scanners are not functioning as quickly as they could. But I see you
now.]
He could feel the turbo lift start move, but his curiosity was piqued.
“Scanners? See me? Indeed. A most interesting way to phrase that.”
[Well, it is part of my function to familiarize myself with all the
inhabitants of the station in order
To anticipate their needs. I was unfamiliar with your Benzite physiology
and the interface with that database was less than optimal.]
Penn thought about that for a moment and asked, “Perhaps I could offer my
services to your chief engineer. I have some knowledge of the quantum gates
and entanglement algorithms that your system most likely uses.”
[I have accessed your file and agree that you are adequately up to the
task.]
Penn laughed. It had been a while since he’d done that. He’d allowed
himself to wallow in his own self pity while missing his partner and long
time companion. Being busy was really what he needed.
The turbo lift stopped and the door opened. [Level 2, Dr. Penn.]
One nodded and said, as he stepped out. “You’ll see me again, my friend.”
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Corridor - Civilian Scientist - Dr. Gailus
Penn- 0845)
Gailus moved down the hallway quickly and stopped in front of the door that
had a plaque showing it to be the XO’s office. He put his hand on the
button to announce his arrival.
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) Captain Casian Dahr and Lt. Commander Dr. Dryliandrin
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 7 May 2025 05:32:50 -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 and
Lt. Commander Dr. Dryliandrin - 0846)
Dahr has a small headache building behind his eyes. They had taken a break
in the negotiations between the Tholians, the Romulans and Reed. He had
received word of the incoming crew and was checking out the manifest of the
transport. Then he heard a voice speaking to him from the doorway of his
office.
“Good afternoon. Lt. Commander Dryliandrin reporting as new Chief Medical
Officer.”
Casian looked up and scanned the Deltan standing before him. Then waved him
in. “Come in Doctor. Have a seat.”
“Yes Captain,” the Deltan responded. He moved to follow the Trill man,
noticing the tight look in the facial miuscles. He examined the
office as he moved though it and taking the offered chair.
“Welcome to Starbase Freedom,” he added, sitting back and pulling up his
fleet profile. “How are you feeling about this assignment?”
“I am glad to be assigned here Captain. I understand you’ve had an
interesting time since this station came online. And I love an adventure.”
Dahr smiled, “Well, let’s hope it’s not too much adventure.
Drin let out a breath. “Just enough would be nice, if the universe is
feeling that agreeable. Is there anything you want to ask or tell me sir?
Dahr sat back in his chair and looked at the doctor for a minute,
scrutinizing him. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Then he let out
a long breath
“Lt. Commander, I’m going to lay all my cards on the table,” he said. “I
want it to be clear to you that I am not convinced that you are ready for
this assignment. I was looking at your last psychological evaluation and
it wasn’t… the stellar representation of you psychological status that I
would have liked to see. However, the powers that be seem to have faith
that throwing you back into the pool is the best medicine for your own
recovery.”
Drin paused, considered, and leaned back in his chair.
“It is your call. You are the captain. I can certainly take a secondary
post despite the Admiral herself requesting my acceptance of this
particular station. She said you would know why but did not share with me
the details.”
He made no move to vacate the chair as he added.
“If you do not want to worry yourself over the trauma I received in service
of duty to my crew l, the clearance I was given after weeks several months
of physical therapy from our experience. And even during that I was on
limited duty at Starfleet medical and gave several medical lectures at the
academy. Not to mention the months of trauma therapy with a slew of
Starfleet counselors specializing in trauma and who all cleared me. You of
course lead and take responsibility for the lives of thousands. I simply
wanted to keep them alive and healthy. However, I would have at least
preferred a warning before the journey. If you don’t want my considerable
skills and services I’ll need to contact a transport immediately. My other
choice was in the beta quadrant.”
Casian was disappointed by the doctors reply. He gave up way too easily.
He’d hoped to see him fight for his place in the station. He contemplated
his position, knowing Dryliandrin’s choices. Most disappointing was trying
to use the admiral against him.
Finally he said, “The one thing you got right is that it is my choice.
Perhaps you should contact the transport.”
“No, one thing I got right is that I have no interest in working for a
commanding officer, who is apparently too closed-minded to see trauma as a
likely part of service rather than look at what I did despite my
experiences,” Dryliandrin leaned forward and rested one elbow on a knee.
Then he continued, “I’ll fight like hell for my patients, I’ll fight like
hell for my medical staff, in fact I will die for both. But I am not
wasting one minute of my time fighting a commanding officer who doesn’t see
the quality sitting across from him. If you don’t want me I hope your next
cmo is trauma and conflict- free perfection. That should be an absolutely
useless data pushing
person for you.”
There it was. That was the fire he was looking for. Casian had seen it
after the war too many times. Good men who blamed themselves for the losses
of their crew, loved ones, even family members. Something inside them …
broke.
He smiled and chuckled, “Excellent… excellent. Yes, you’ll do just fine.
No Doctor, I do not need a mindless automaton. That’s what we have
holographic doctors for.”
He stood up and walked around the table speaking, “Contrary to popular
belief, I do not always make the right decisions. I need a command staff
who are willing to point out when I’m being… well… an ass. Commander Solace
might, but just hasn’t been given the opportunity. The only person who has,
is my wife. Perhaps you know her? Dr. Roxanne Dahr? She’s your chief of
pediatrics.”
“Oh yes, her work precedes her. Some of her papers are required reading by
Starfleet Medical.”
Casian smiled and sat on the corner of his desk. “Well she has heard of
you. I do know why the admiral was so insistent on you taking this post.
She recommended you. And I don’t take that recommendation lightly. She’s
the one you need to impress, not me. Her and your chief of the emergency
department, Dr. Mark Edwards.”
“Human? I used the transport ships holo deck to observe several situations
on record. Edward’s is very talented. But emergency is interval
To a hospital no matter where it is. What can you tell me about the man?”
Casian looked thoughtful then said, “All I can tell you is that he knows
his stuff as a doctor. When they first started putting the base together
he’d had a great deal to do. I’ve seen him reattach a man’s arm when it had
been severed by a welding accident. It was a little short of miraculous. As
a man, he’s a bit surly. Roxie uses the term “snarky” when talks about him.
Although I’m not really sure what that means.”
Dryliandrin pressed his lips together.
“Snarky isn’t usually enough to have him not get the permanent job as CMO.
My observations of his interactions with staff during recorded procedures
is a little too impatient. But that tells a few moments, not a career.”
“Lt. Commander,” Dahr said, standing up again, “I’m not a doctor. I’m a
warrior. Well, I was a warrior. When I checked around for a chief for my
Medical Center and your name came up Roxie jumped at the chance to work
with you, and that was that, for me. If you don’t kill anyone, and you can
maintain your composure under pressure then we’ll do well together. Is that
acceptable to you,”
Drin gave a half smile and a nod. “It is Captain. Thank you.”
“Then this time I truly welcome you to Starbase Freedom,” he offered his
hand.
Drin looked at the hand and then took it. “This will be more interesting
than I thought Captain. Thank you again.
Then Dahr’s eyes caught a sight. There were a few female officer who seemed
to have been hovering around the office entrance, looking in with longing
in their eyes.
He said loudly enough that they could hear, “And I assume that your oath of
celibacy is on record and up to date?”
Drin laughed. “ It is.”
“Excellent,” Dahr replied. “I would imagine you’d like to get to the
medical center and check out your new home.” An alarm went off. “And I
have to get to a meeting. Good luck Doctor Dyliandrin.”
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0846) Commander Quinna Solice and Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 21 May 2025 19:59:11 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Corridor - XO Officer - Commander Quinna
Solice and Dr. Gailus Penn - 0846
Quinna sat in her office. It was certainly different than the Illuminar.
It was colder. Maybe she could add some touches to make it more her own.
A couch, a hidden compartment. Perhaps her special blend of coffee. Make
people know that this is Quinna’s special place to be.
The door chimed. “Come.” Quinna acknowledged. The doors slid open, and
there was Penn. Her eyes lit up with the arrival of her favorite
scientist. “Ahh, please come in,” Quinna said as she extended her hand to
her friend.
Penn smiled a genuine smile, “Dr. Quinna! It is wonderful to see you
again. Excuse me, Commander Quinna.” He looked around the room and
frowned. This room was definitely not a reflection of who he knew her to
be. “What can I do for the Executive Officer of Starbase Freedom?”
“Come join me.” Quinna pointed to a table and a couple of chairs. It was
a far cry from her couch and the comfy chairs she had. She wondered if her
favorite chair was moved over with her stuff. She did request it, but not
everything came from storage.
Penn followed her to the table and awkwardly sat in the chair. He leaned
back and stretched his legs under the table. Then he reached into the
inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small metallic flask. He took
a sip and grimaced a little at the burning on his tongue and throat. Then
he offered the flask to Quinna.
“I have to admit, I am curious. What do you know about temporal
engineering?” She closed her eyes as if hesitating to say, “Time Travel.”
The Benzite looked stunned. He blinked, then sat upright. “Temporal
engineer? Not as much as my esteemed former partner.” The words almost
hurt as he said them, but then he continued. “However, I would say that I
have a better-than-average understanding of the principles. Is there
anything in particular you’d like to know?”
“Hypothetically, can someone plant a bomb that can be temporally fixed to
go off and breach over several times at once?” Quinna asked.
Penn’s eyes opened wide. Quinna now had his attention. His mind worked like
a data file and it took home a moment to find the right information.
“To the best of my knowledge, I would have to say no. A single explosive
cannot travel through time to explode in multiple locations simultaneously.
Explosions occur due to a rapid chemical reaction, not through time travel.
The speed of an explosion, or its detonation velocity, is a result of the
speed at which the reaction travels through the explosive material, not
through time. The explosives would need to be physically transported to
each location and then triggered separately to have explosions at multiple
locations. Again, to the best of my knowledge.”
Quinna took a deep breath. She knew what she needed to do: “OK, I am going
to let you in on something that I could really use your help with.” Then,
Quinna let Penn in on the conversations she had earlier with Toks and Dahr.
Penn leaned forward more and more with each sentence, caught between the
fascination of the science he was hearing and the horror for the purpose it
was being used for.
When she was done he sat back. He took a long, slow breath and suddenly
laughed. “Darmok and Jelad at Tenagra.” For a moment he slipped back into
standard Tamarian. Then he stepped back to his and Tellar’s personal
version of the language. “James Cole with the twelve monkies.”
He looked at Solice’s lost look and said, “So you are looking for a way to
prevent some explosive device that is supposed to detonate in several
locations at the same time. Perhaps by traveling back in time to prevent
the event from happening at all?”
“Crazy, right?” Quinna said. “Are you in?” She followed. “I need you”
Penn looked at Quinna with an evil smile, “Ahhh…if I had a unit for every
time a woman has said those words to me.” Then he gave her a more serious
look and said, “You had me at time travel. Of course I’m in. I’m assuming
that there is someone else who might have information I can use?”
“Of course. We will meet with them soon.”
(Reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0850) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 2 May 2025 05:56:59 -0700
NRPG: Not the post I had originally planned but there you go.
RPG:
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Main Security - - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels-
0850)
"Understood sir. Is there anything you can tell me about the Romulans
before meeting them?" Raven asked as they left his office.
Hank looked at her with a surmised look. “I would have thought that your
people would know more about the Romulans that I would, considering their
involvement with the Romulans during the Dominion War.”
He paused for a moment and then went on. He didn’t realize that information
could be withheld in the great link. Then he went on.
“I’m not sure what you want to know,” he said. “I have no idea what the
Romulans were meeting are like, nor why they are here. I can only assume
that it probably has something to do with the Tholians. Is there anything
specific you’d like to know?”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0900) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 18 May 2025 11:57:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shittlebay - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels -
0900)
As Hank and Raven arrived at the shittlebay the Chief’s comm badge chirped.
=^=Security Chief Samuels, this is Special Agent T’xen Toks with SFI. I
need to see you urgently with priority information. Once you confirm with
Solice, please respond.=^=
The El Aurian looked at Green with an almost Vulcan like curiosity and
tapped his badge.
“Samuels here, I’m afraid I’m indisposed at the moment.” He was aware of
who this T’xen Toks was and was not sure how much he should reveal to him.
“Maybe you should define urgent. Otherwise it’ll have to wait.”
(reply Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-0901=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 18 May 2025 19:32:28 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-0901) - 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- 0901)
=^=Samuels here, I’m afraid I’m indisposed at the moment.” He was aware of who this T’xen Toks was and was not sure how much he should reveal to him. “Maybe you should define urgent. Otherwise it’ll have to wait.=^=
Toks sighed. “Then find me members of your staff that aren’t. Confirmed with Solice and get them to diplomatic levels to meet me. This is a legal order Chief. This station and the Federation depend on this. Toks out!”
Toks tapped his collar. The Federation had made a major error. There needed to be clearer protocols between SFI and Starfleet. Of course too many agents had egos and righteousness had caused a bad collaboration practice.
He got an idea.
“Marai what’s that ensigns name from the other day?”
(Reply any)
(Posted by tinmanjayc)
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-0901=29_-_SFI_Special_Agent-_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks_=28repost=29?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 18 May 2025 17:39:56 -0700
NRPG: Reposting this without the code errors. We’ll figure this thing out.
I also removed Hanks internal thoughts from Toks’ post.
RPG:
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Operations- Tixen Toks- 0901)
=^= Samuels here, I’m afraid I’m indisposed at the moment.=^=
=^=Maybe you should define urgent. Otherwise it’ll have to wait.=^=
Toks sighed. “Then find me members of your staff that aren’t. Confirm with
Solice and get them to diplomatic levels to meet me. This is a legal order
Chief. This station and the Federation depend on this. Toks out!”
Toks tapped his collar. The Federation had made a major error. There needed to
be clearer protocols between SFI and Starfleet. Of course too many agents
had egos and righteousness had caused a bad collaboration practice.
He got an idea. “Marai what’s that ensigns name from the other day?”
(Reply any)
(Posted by tinmanjayc)
On Sun, May 18, 2025 at 4:32 PM Tinman JayC via Starbasefreedom-rpg <
starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
> Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-0901) - SFI Special Agent- T=E2=80=99xen Toks
>
> Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
> Day: 2
> Stardate: 2446.09.24
>
> Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Operations- Tixen Toks- 0901)=20
>
>
> =3D^=3DSamuels here, I=E2=80=99m afraid I=E2=80=99m indisposed at the
> moment=
> .=E2=80=9D He was aware of who this T=E2=80=99xen Toks was and was not
> sure h=
> ow much he should reveal to him. =E2=80=9CMaybe you should define
> urgent. O=
> therwise it=E2=80=99ll have to wait.=3D^=3D
>
> Toks sighed. =E2=80=9CThen find me members of your staff that
> aren=E2=80=99t=
> . Confirmed with Solice and get them to diplomatic levels to meet me. This
> i=
> s a legal order Chief. This station and the Federation depend on this.
> Toks o=
> ut!=E2=80=9D
> Toks tapped his collar. The Federation had made a major error. There
> needed=
> to be clearer protocols between SFI and Starfleet. Of course too many
> agen=
> ts had egos and righteousness had caused a bad collaboration practice.=20
>
> He got an idea.=20
> =E2=80=9CMarai what=E2=80=99s that ensigns name from the other
> day?=E2=80=9D=
>
>
> (Reply any)
> (Posted by tinmanjayc)
> We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a
> ha=
> bit.- Aristotle=
>
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0902) CSec Lt. Hank Samuels and CO Captain Casian Dahr w/ Romulan Senator Kasic
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 26 May 2025 15:05:23 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Main Shittlebay - CSec Lt. Hank Samuels and
CO Captain Casian Dahr w/ Romulan Senator Kasic - 0902)
=^=Then find me members of your staff that aren’t. Confirm with Solice and
get them to diplomatic levels to meet me. This is a legal order Chief. This
station and the Federation depend on this. Toks out!=^=
Samuels was usually pretty easy going, as security Chief’s went, but did
not appreciate this Toks. He will, indeed, check in with Commander Solice,
when he had the time. If the matter was that urgent she would have
contacted him directly. Meanwhile he had other crises to deal with. This
Romulan being the priority.
“Something wrong, Lieutenant?” he heard Dahr say from behind him.
Hank looked around and nodded, “Negative. Nothing I can’t handle. Although,
at some point, we we’ll need to have a conversation about Mr. Toks and what
his authority is on this station.”
Dahr nodded, “I agree. But at a later time. Right now we need to roll out
the welcome mat for this Romulan senator.”
Hank centered himself to the task at hand and said with a questioning tone,
“Romulan senator, eh? Sounds big.”
Casian smiled, “I’m truely surprised that we haven’t heard from the
Romulans sooner. I can only assume that he is the government representative
for the sector we’re looking at with the Tholians.”
“Anything we should be aware of?” he asked, restating Green’s own question
to him.
Dahr shrugged, “Relations with the Romulans have been good, so I’m
uncertain how this is going to go. But I’m pretty sure this deal with the
Tholians had beeen occurring without their knowledge, or consent.”
=^=Captain, the Romulan ship has taken position and their shuttle is
landing in the bay now.=^=
“Excellent,” Dahr replied then looked at his security detail. “Shall we
greet our guests.”
They entered the shuttle bay and stood by as the Romulans disembarked from
their shuttle. The senator was flanked by a pair of Romulan centurions. As
Kasic oriented himself to his surroundings Dahr stepped forward.
“Senator Kasic,” he said with a respectful nod, “welcome to Starbase
Freedom.”
Kasic looked at the captain critically and humphed, “So this is the
Federation's state of the art starbase that everyone’s been talking about.
Can’t say it’s overly impressive from the outside.”
Dahr smiled, “Let’s hope that the inside is more to your liking.” He
motioned to Samuels. “This is my chief of security, Lt. Samuels, and his
junior officer, Lt. Green.”
Kasic ignored the woman and looked at Samuels. “So you’re the El Aurian
I’ve heard so much about.”
Hank couldn’t help but look surprised. “Indeed Senator. I’m shocked that
you’ve heard of me in the Republic.”
“El Aurian are rare enough,” Kasic said, “ not to mention one that involves
himself in the Federation. You’ve participated in more Federation history
than many.”
Hank nodded, “I was never a fan of the non-interference policy of my
people. However, I’ve always hoped that my influence was always positive.”
“Shall go, Senator,” Dahr cut in. “The others are waiting for you.”
Kasic scoffed, ”Let them wait. After all, they started without us.”
Dahr nodded, “True enough. Then at your leisure.”
Kasic chuckled, “I’ve never really been considered a leisureable Romulan.
Lead on Captain Dahr. Lead on.”
Dahr nodded and lead the group out of the landing bay and to the turbo
lift.
(reply none)
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