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Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-06-08
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MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.08.07 - 2446.09.24
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0730) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Civilian Quarters- Dolan Gahns- 0730)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0825) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0825)
(reply Merek, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0905) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0905)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0908) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0908)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0910, 0912) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2- XO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 0910)
(Starbase Freedom -- SFI Office -- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0912)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0913) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 0913)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0913) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 0913)
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(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Conference Room
- Captain Casian Dahr, Romulan Senator Kasic Ambassador A’Auton and
Ambassador Zane Reed- 0915)
[Three are in multi-bodied systems with no humanoid habitable worlds.]
[The fifth, or it's a brown dwarf with one lone Y class circling in an
elliptical orbit.]
[We had only ever seen deep space telemetry. Scouts were sent a very long
way. No border patrol, no long range communications. We scanned many
systems. These are the ones shown that we have the most interest. We
reached out to the galactic community, a Federation Ambassador answered.
>From what I understand he has since been incarcerated by Starfleet.]
[As a sign of faith, the Assembly would share their sensor data with the
Romulan Republic.]
(posted by Al, Kris and Todd)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0915) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - XO Commander
Quinna Solice- 0915)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0947) Ambassador Zane Reed and Romulan Senator Kasic
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Conference Room
- Ambassador Zane Reed and Romulan Senator Kasic - 0947)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0950) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference
Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0950)
(reply A’Auton)
(reply A’Auton)
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(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference
Room - Captain Casian Dahr, Ambassador A’Auton, Ambassador Zane Reed, and
Senator Kasic - 0950)
[It is so rare an occurrence to find worlds suitable for our unaided
habitation. We found five. I hope that is a cause for our celebration, not
suspicion.]
[Faster than light travel is not a new technology, Senator. We will take
vessels, we will plot a course, we will eventually arrive at our
destination.]
[ Senator if you wish to impose a point of embarkation, then that's your
prerogative. Interrogatives on entering Romulan space, routine scans or
mandatory declaration zones are bothersome, we will endure.]
[Starting a conflict is not our goal, nor is conquest.]
(posted by Al Muir, Kris B, and Todd)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1003) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -medical Department- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1003)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1005) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
DAY 10
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10-0828) Freedom CO CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Take 2)
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0828)
(reply Merek, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (10 - 0835) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Deck One, Bridge -CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0835)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10-0836) Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Roxanne Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr and
Dr. Roxanne Dahr - 0836)
[Attention all senior staff. You are cordially invited to dinner in my
quarters. 1800 hours. Dress casual. We will also be hosting the command
staff of the USS Hades. So please people, remember you manners.]
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0730) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2025 09:51:13 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Civilian Quarters- Dolan Gahns- 0730)
Dolan Gahns opened his eyes a and the pain of the bright light coming from
the hallway burned into his retina. He closed them tightly and groaned,
“Owww.”
Tentatively, he slowly reopened them against, only to find the burning
light was only a dim ambient light. He rolled his neck and looked around
the room, trying to remember how he got there. After the confrontation with
Zon and the Feders he decided to spend the remainder of the day drinking.
Why not? He had no real reason to go home.
He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and moaned again, as a wave of
pain moved through his brain. Pain. At least he could still feel that.
Physical pain was, by far, preferential to the pain in his heart. The pain
of his loss.
He remembered a time before that pain. He had a family; a wife and a
beautiful daughter. What a proud moment when his daughter had been
selected to be a host. How misguided those feelings were. She had always
excelled in math and sciences, so it made sense that she had been paired
with a symbiote that had similar interests. But it didn’t take long to
realize that after their joining Suri was not the same loving little girl
that he had raised. It was also not long after that the joined Trill
decided that Starfleet was their next course of adventure.
Dolan and his mate would hear from Suri periodically, but it was not enough
for him, and his heart hung heavy missing her. Although he did not have
the head for the math for quantum math Suri had, but he was more than an
adequate engineer, and so he managed to keep his mind occupied. But his
wife noticed the distance that was growing between them already, as Denali
had adjusted more easily to the empty nest.
Then came the news that there had been an incident on a planet that Dolan
had never even heard of before. That incident resulted in the deaths of
eight Starfleet officers, including his daughter, Suri. The news
transformed Dolan. Something began to grow in the pit of his heart.
Hate. He hated Starfleet for taking his baby away. He hated the joined
Trill for changing her heart, and driving her from their happy home. And
he hated Denali for being able to handle all if, including Suri’s death,
far better than he could.
That hate drove the woman that he loved from his arms, and his home. Now
he had nobody left to hate but himself. He had hoped that the move to
Freedom would give him a chance to start again, with less expectation.
But trouble with the seeds of hate is that they are like weeds. Once they
take hold in the soil of your heart they are not easily gotten rid of, They
just tend to spread.
Dolan pressed his palms on either side of his forehead, in an attempt to
keep his skull from exploding from the hangover. He took a deep breath and
reached out for the glass on his bedside table. His fingers fumbled on the
glass and pushed it off the edge of the table.
“Damn,” he said to himself, knowing he was going to have to clean that up.
Suddenly a hand reached out with the glass and pressed it into the Trill’s
hand. Instinctively he took the glass, then realized what had just
happened. The pain moved to the back of his brain and his eyes focused. He
looked at the shadow of a figure blocking the little light that was oozing
into the room. Standing up he moved towards the figure.
“Just drink the water, Mr. Gahns,” the figure said calmly.
Dolan stopped and lifted the glass to his lips.
“You really should take better care of yourself, Dolan. May I call you
Dolan.”
Gahns paused his drink and tried to focus his eyes more. “Uhhh… I
suppose.” Clearly this person knew who he was. “And what do I call you?”
“Ahh, waking up now are we?” the figure replied. “You may call me Lorak.”
“Lorak,” Dolan said to himself, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
“I told you, I am Lorak,” Lorak replied with a shrug. “As to my purpose,
that is a lengthy explanation to which we do not have the time.” He
chuckled a little. “To simplify matters, let’s just say that I am here to
offer to help you and your cause.”
“My… cause?” Dolan questioned.
“Yes, your cause,” Lorak replied. “Unless you’ve suddenly had an awakening
and have forgiven the Federation for their transgressions. In which case,
I shall leave.”
“Why?” Dolan asked. “Why would you want to help me?”
“Let’s just say that we have the same… vision as you do,” Lorak explained.
“WE have… how would the humans put it… an axe to grind with the
Federation. An axe in which this station would prove to be an obstacle.
I know what the Federation did to you, to your family. I want to give you
an opportunity to…exact some retribution on them. Are you interested? Or
have I misjudged you?”
Dolan let the figure’s words mull around in his ever clearing brain.
Finally he nodded. “No, you have not. How would you like to help me, and
how can I help you do it?”
Dolan could feel the figure smile. “Excellen.” Lorak said. “He reached
out and touched the panel. The lights turned on as Lorak turned. “The get
dressed and let’s talk.”
With that Lorak turned and moved out of the bedroom towards the living.
Dolan began to dress.
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0825) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2025 16:51:55 -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 -
0825)
Merek looked a little stunned, but then replied, =^=Will this be a formal
occasion, Captain?=^=
Casian laughed, “Good lord, no. I wouldn’t want to do something that
horrible to either of our crews. I want everyone to be comfortable. It’s
come as you are, I believe the term is.”
=^=...of course we accept. One last question though, are you partial to
coffee, or alcohol?=^=
“Sadly, I do not drink alcohol,” Casian said sheepishly. “It has an odd…
affect on my body, and my wife would not be happy if she found out. I do
drink a great deal of iced tea from various cultures.”
(reply Merek)
“Dinner begins at 1800,” Casian said. “See you then.”
The screen shifted to the outer view of the station where the Hades had
docked. Casian took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked over
at the ensign at Ops who was smiling.
“Guess you’re going to have to figure out what you’re doing for dinner,”
Parson said with a smile.
“You read my mind, Ensign,” Dahr replied. “I’ll be in my office if anyone
needs me.”
With that he withdrew to his office. When the door closed he sat behind
his desk and began to compose an invitation to dinner to his senior staff.
(reply Merek, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
NRPG: After this, we should probably move the conversation to Freedom
mailer.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0905) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2025 11:13:05 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0905)
By the time Hank arrived at Main Ops he was a little… put out. It was bad
enough that this Toks was ordering him around. It was another thing,
altogether, to find that he was trying to reassign his own staff.
Fortunately the ensign had the foresight to contact him before responding
and Hank had let him know that he would attend to the SFI operative… and
have a word with Director Weston.
He stepped into Ops and scanned the room for Toks. The Chameloid was easy
to spot. He went up to him and stopped far enough away to get his attention
but not close enough to reach out and touch him. He felt that was safest.
“Mr. Toks,” he said, controlling his ire. It was best to get all of the
information he could before launching into his tirade. “What is so
important for you to decide to call me from my duty with the captain, and
to trying and circumnavigate my authority over my own staff?”
(reply Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0908) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2025 17:57:38 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels- 0908)
Hank shrugged at the Chamloid’s platitudes and reasoning. To be honest, the
El Aurian wasn’t really that upset. It was just inconvenient. However,,
trying to wrangle in a crewman was, as ancient humans would say, was not
cool. However, Toks’ next words froze his nerves as he handed him a PADD
“The station has a 97.3549% chance of exploding in the next 217.8 standard
minutes didn’t seem the thing to say over the comma while others could
hear.”
~Yeah, that might not be taken well by a bystander.~
He began to watch the series of images that showed the Starbase exploding.
He began to note the time stamp of each video. They were all different,
some minutely, but some by minutes.
“Please help me stop this,” he said.
Hank took a deep breath, “Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“I can tell you I have had to be an absolute ass to some officers whose
egos get in the way of Federation Safety, but I know I will not have to do
that with you not act that way again now that you see I am only bringing
very real information to you. I’m sorry. I do respect you. I just really
need your help.”
Hank breathed out slowly, “Of course I’ll help, any way I can. You say we
have about three and a half hours? These images all have a range of
timestamps. Am I to assume that each occurrence is from a different time
frame?” He paused for a moment then with the air of realization he added,
Are we supposed to know this is going to happen?”
(reply Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0910, 0912) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2025 22:13:48 -0500
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2- XO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 0910)
Quinna sat in the stillness of her barren office, her gaze drifting over
the uncluttered desk and unadorned walls. Penn had just left, and they'd
agreed to regroup with Toks soon. But before that, there was one thing she
couldn’t shake—and one person she needed to see.
She’d heard whispers about the negotiations. Nothing official, just enough
to stir her instincts. She needed answers. And she had a good idea where to
find them.
A few minutes later, she stood outside the SFI office. She tapped the
chime. The door slid open without ceremony.
(Starbase Freedom -- SFI Office -- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0912)
Inside, just as she expected, stood Michael.
“I should be surprised to see you here,” Quinna said, stepping in. Her tone
was casual, but her eyes were searching. “But I’m not. The computer told me
where you were.”
(Reply Weston)
She moved closer, voice softening—not just the Commander now, but the woman
who had shared her quarters, her mornings, and too many sleepless nights
with him.
“I thought you were working with Ambassador Reed today. What’s going on?
Are you okay?”
(Reply Weston)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0913) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2025 12:22:57 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 0913)
Michael had really come to appreciate having a semi-private office. After
all, who ever, really, needed to come to the diplomatic levels of the
station without a specific purpose. But what he really enjoyed was the
large wall holographic computer display.
There were things about this whole Tholian agenda that still bothered him.
It all wrapped up far too easily. And Rey did not seem to be the type of
person who could have put it all together. He imagined that the architect
of his plan would have died before capture. So, now, he was looking at all
of his evidence, trying to make deeper connections.
The wall had been programmed to deactivate the moment that his door opened.
When the bright image suddenly disappeared he knew he had company. He also
kind of knew who it was, so he took a post to stand nonchalantly, resting
his shoulder against the wall.
“I should be surprised to see you here,” Quinna said, stepping in. “But I’m
not. The computer told me where you were.”
Michael bounced of the wall and moved towards Quinna, a smile on his face.
“I know. The computer lets me know when anyone is looking for me.”
“I thought you were working with Ambassador Reed today.” she said.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Michael shrugged, “I guess she got everything she needed from me last
night. Besides, I’m not sure she appreciated my… sense of humor.”
(reply Quinna)
“So what brings you down to the pit despair?” he asked.
(reply Quinna)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0913) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2025 21:01:46 -0500
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 0913)
“Just checking in, I guess,” Quinna replied as she stepped further into
the room. “Well, actually, what can you tell me about Toks?”
Michael moved over to a small love seat that he had against a wall in the
office. He sat down and tapped the space next to him.
“Ahhh, T’xen Toks,” he said, nodding. “An interesting topic to be sure.
What would you like to know?”
“Do you trust him?” she asked.
Michael made a face, showing he was deep in thought. “Trust? Now that’s a
tough word. Do I believe that he is working in the best interest of others…
maybe. Do I trust that he’ll use good judgment before doing something
crazy or leaving us high and dry? I haven’t known him long enough to make
that call. I can say that I believe that he is doing what he thinks is
right.”
“Tell me about what you know that is not in staff records that I have
access to.” Quinna requested.
Michael shrugged, “You won’t find much, if anything, in official records.
After all, he does really belong in this time.” He paused for a moment,
then leaned forward, “But you know me. “Official records” are really more
of a guideline. I did dig a little deeper than that. In fact, and you
know nothing about this, I did manage to hack into the T.A. mainframe.
Pretty sure I got in and out unnoticed.”
He looked off into the distance thoughtfully, “Pretty sure.” Then he stood
up and moved to the wall. He pulled out a black data chip and inserted it
into a slot. “Check this out.”
An image of Toks filled the wall, with data scrolling underneath. The data
was like a language that he’d never seen before.
“This data is encrypted way beyond what I can do,” he admitted, a hard
admission. “But from what I’m seeing, and the numbers and organization, he
seems to be highly regarded by the future of SFI. Like I said, trust is a
strong word. Do I trust him? Not really. Do I think he is out to hurt us?
No. I’m willing to go as far as to say that I’m willing to work with him.
For now.”
Quinna nodded. She knew Michael’s definition of trust, so nothing was
beyond her. Michael was giving a glowing recommendation with his
assessment. “That’s my man.” Quinna kissed him on the cheek, “You always
seem to have what I need.”
Michael tapped the wall to turn it off and withdrew the data card. Then he
returned to his seat, leaned down, and kissed Quinna. “Well, I certainly
do.” Then he lowered himself into her lap.
“Hmmm, someone expecting to get lucky, or do you have a special request
from their XO, or is it both?” Quinna smiled.
Michael looked at Quinna with suggestive eyes, “Well… after all, you got
what you wanted from me. Then he stood up and pulled Quinna to her feet.
“But this may not be the time. Where’s Toks now?”
“I believe he is talking to a few people. I trust you will keep this
conversation between us.” Quinna did not ask but suggested.
Michael shrugged, “Who would I tell? Would you like some help? Not that I
have a clue about what’s going on.”
Quinna stroked his cheek, “You gave me what I needed for now. I appreciate
it.” Quinna was being tight-lipped about what was happening. She felt
that to Michael, this was for Toks to reveal.
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2025 15:19:15 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Conference Room
- Captain Casian Dahr, Romulan Senator Kasic Ambassador A’Auton and
Ambassador Zane Reed- 0915)
Dahr led Kasic to the conference room where the others had been waiting.
He motioned to a chair at the table and introduced the Romulan.
“Ambassador Reed, Ambassador A’Auton, allow me to introduce Senator Kasic,
from the New Romulan Republic.”
The Tholian Ambassador scanned the Romulan contingent. They made note of
weapons and equipment the Romulans had, making notes for later review.
The Romulan stepped forward with his guards behind. Casian blocked their
way.
“Senator, we ask all security to wait outside of the conference room,” he
said. “I assure you, this is a safe space.”
Kasic paused, then nodded to his guards, “Outside. But do not go far.”
The guards snapped to attention and stepped back out of the chamber. Casian
looked at Samuels and Green and nodded.
“I have other business to tend to,” Hand said. “Lt. Green, you may wait
with the Romulan and Tholian contingents outside.”
They turned and exited. As the door closed, Dahr returned his attention to
the table.
The Romulan presence at this negotiation did not exactly throw Zane off,
but she was certain they would not be involved. On the flip side, it has
been years since anyone complained about how the Federation controlled that
area of space. She wondered why now, “Senator Kasic, welcome to the
table. I have to admit, I am curious about the sudden interest of the
Romulan government.”
Kasic sat in the chair that was between the Thiliuan and the human. He gave
Reed confused yet interested look. “I am curious why the Federation would
be surprised by the interest of the Romulan government since they are, by
all appearances, negotiating access to an undisputed territory of the
Republic. Unless you are looking to dispute that at this time.”
A’Auton listened intently to the exchange. Having to deal with the former
Federation representative, his price was steep. There was an opportunity,
now with the Romulans involved and starting the negotiations over, that a
more advantageous deal could be reached.
Zane leaned forward, her voice calm but deliberate, “Senator Kasic, let me
be clear: the Federation has no intention of disputing your government’s
territorial claims—provided that the claims align with recognized
interstellar accords and historical precedent. However, your presence here,
without prior coordination, does raise valid questions. Historically, this
sector has seen overlapping claims, especially in the vacuum left by the
Empire’s collapse. Since then, the Federation has operated in good faith,
ensuring regional stability where governance was uncertain or, frankly,
absent.”
She offered a diplomatic nod, “That said, your participation suggests that
the New Romulan Republic is prepared to reassert formal jurisdiction and
take on the responsibilities that come with it. If that is the case, the
Federation welcomes the opportunity to clarify those boundaries
together—with full transparency and mutual respect.”
Kasic smiled. So much has changed with Federation, and yet so much remains
the same. The arrogance and entitlement was still as prevalent as it had
ever been. The Romulan acquiescence of Federation support for those
territories that could not be maintained as they set up the Republic had
clearly been thought of as Federation/Romulan joined territories. That had
never been agreed upon.
However, this Zane Reed did not appear to be making a Federation claim, but
maintained that the territory appeared in dispute. So he would let her
moment of arrogance pass. He sat back in his seat and opened his hands on
the table saying, “I am here for such very clarification.” Then he added,
“And look forward to the mutual respect from all. So let us begin.”
Ambassador Zane Parker gave a slight nod, acknowledging both the tension
and the opportunity in Kasic’s words. “Very well, Senator Kasic. Then let
us begin with clarity as our foundation. The Federation’s only interest
here is to ensure the long-term stability of the region, for its
inhabitants and the governments with a legitimate presence. That includes
supporting the sovereignty of the New Romulan Republic, where it is
established, and seeking resolution where lines remain blurred.”
She tapped a control, activating a display with a strategic map of the
sector. “I propose we begin with a review of the territories in question:
population centers, resource zones, and historical administrative
boundaries—both pre- and post-supernova. From there, we can identify shared
concerns and opportunities for cooperative governance, or at least peaceful
delineation.”
Zane then turned to Ambassador A’Auton, “It has been noted that this sector
includes regions uniquely hospitable to Tholian physiology. Perhaps your
delegation could share your demographic and environmental assessments as a
foundation for our discussion.”
[Assembly interest is centered around planets uninhabitable to humanoid
life without significant biome modification] The metallic tone issued from
the suit audio projector.
[Six planets.] The ambassador sent telemetry to the panel. Five systems
highlighted, amber colored on the map as the panel yielded to commands. The
Tholian magnified specifics, text description in Romulan and Federation
standard as each were spoken about.
[Of those six planets, two are in the same system. A G class star shared
with as you designated it an L class world.] The system in question was
near the edge of the disputed area, and the fourth planet still has an
atmosphere.
[Three are in multi-bodied systems with no humanoid habitable worlds.]
These were closer to the nova, lighter atmospheres had boiled away, heavier
Y class worlds, and gas giants with their own gravity, smaller, changed
though not destroyed, remained. Their stars accelerated along their own
life cycle, swallowing up their former first satellites and forming a new
procession of planets.
[The fifth, or it's a brown dwarf with one lone Y class circling in an
elliptical orbit.]
Ambassador Zane nodded, her eyes scanning the telemetry data, “Thank you,
Ambassador A’Auton. That level of detail is extremely helpful. The
Assembly’s interest lies in sectors unlikely to provoke direct territorial
competition, though they remain geopolitically significant.”
Then Zane turned to Senator Kasic. “Senator, given the proximity of these
systems to areas once administered by various Romulan authorities, would
the Republic consider these zones strategic, or would your government be
amenable to trilateral stewardship or scientific exploration agreements for
non-habitable bodies?”
She leaned back slightly, hands folded, “This could be a productive place
to begin—not from a place of claim, but from a shared responsibility for
resource access, safety corridors, and scientific transparency.”
Kasic leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and watched carefully, the
sectors being pointed out by both the Tholians and the Federation. The
sector was being called “Disputed Territories.” He had never really been
sure who was disputing the territories or why. It seemed too far away from
any of the parties involved to be a real benefit. Save one.
“You correct, Ambassador Zane,” the Romulan said, “the Romulan would,
indeed, consider these territories 'strategic’ for what other purpose would
the Tholians have by settling on any work so far away from their home.
This… territory, as you put it, crosses over Klingon space and the entirety
of the New Republic. Why would they travel so far? How would they get to
that area? And if I’m being completely honest, I have to wonder how they
even know of this space and what it is like?”
[Senator…] The Tholian began, the metallic words of the speaker obfuscating
any tone that would hint at emotion. [The Assembly has so few “Y” class
worlds we can inhabit. The exact number is unknown, it is less than the
number of “L” and “M” class worlds Humanoid and Vulcanoid life can inhabit
as of current count.]
“I understand that, Ambassador,” Kasic replied, “but what would possess you
to want to colonize the other side of the quadrant?”0
[Curiosity, Senator.] The Romulan had a point. [We were… unsure of that
section of space and who might be the caretakers. Long range sensors had
picked up the conflict with the Klingons.]
Kasic chuckled, “The Klingons have been far less supportive during this
period of transition for the Romulans than the Federation has. And we have
feared that a more intense conflict is in store for us.”
[The Klingon invasion.] A’Auton corrected themselves. [Though it wasn’t
that long ago, Romulans would have expanded if given similar opportunities.
Nature abhors a vacuum.]
“Granted,” Kasic agreed, “there was the time when the Romulans would have
made an aggressive attempt to expand their empire against a weaker foe. But
circumstances has shown us the error of that frame of mind.”
[That is precisely why we are here. We probably could just invade as the
Klingons had. Take the systems we are interested in and defend them with
fervor. Statistically our chances of obtaining and keeping what we obtain
are better with less death in every aspect if we negotiate. There is also
the high probability that both the Federation and a newly formed Romulan
Republic would honor any deals made if they both still follow established
parameters.]
Kasic sat silently for a moment. First stunned by the Tholian’s total
honesty, and by their, for lack of another word for it, consideration for
Romulan lives and honor.
“I concede to your point, Ambassador,” the Romulan said. “The Romulan
Republic may not, yet, be prepared for such an engagement, it wouldn’t take
much to fuel those old mind sets and set us back upon a path that would not
benefit either of our people.”
[We had only ever seen deep space telemetry. Scouts were sent a very long
way. No border patrol, no long range communications. We scanned many
systems. These are the ones shown that we have the most interest. We
reached out to the galactic community, a Federation Ambassador answered.
>From what I understand he has since been incarcerated by Starfleet.]
[As a sign of faith, the Assembly would share their sensor data with the
Romulan Republic.]
Kasic nodded, “We would appreciate such an opportunity. Perhaps a small
recess would be called for while you gather your data and we have an
opportunity to review it.”
“An excellent suggestion,” Dahr said as he tried to stay quiet and let the
negotiations proceed. “Perhaps we can reconvene after 1300 hours, station
time.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0915) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2025 11:57:36 -0500
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - XO Commander
Quinna Solice- 0915)
Michael shrugged, “I guess she got everything she needed from me last
night. Besides, I’m not sure she appreciated my… sense of humor.”
“It takes a special person to appreciate you.” Quinna quipped in return
“So what brings you down to the pit of despair?” he asked.
“Just checking in, I guess,” Quinna said, “Well, actually, what can you
tell me about Toks?” If anyone knew about Toks, it was Michael. Quinna
was fishing for some idea if she could trust his credibility. Deep down,
she was hoping this whole temporal thing was not true, but her gut believed
him. That is why she has already talked to Dr. Penn
(reply Weston)
“Do you trust him?”
(Reply Weston)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0947) Ambassador Zane Reed and Romulan Senator Kasic
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2025 18:54:44 -0500
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Conference Room
- Ambassador Zane Reed and Romulan Senator Kasic - 0947)
As the final data streams faded from the holo-display and the room emptied,
the low hum of the conference systems dulled into ambient silence.
Delegates filed out in small clusters—some murmuring in quiet speculation,
others already preparing messages for their governments. The Tholian
ambassador departed wordlessly, flanked by its silent escort drones, and
the aides from the Federation and Republic contingents gathered their PADDs
with measured efficiency.
Ambassador Zane Parker remained seated for a moment, her gaze fixed not on
the star maps that still lingered in ghostly projection but on the Romulan
senator across the room.
She stood, smoothing the front of her suit before stepping around the
table, her voice quiet but firm as she approached him.
“Senator Kasic,” she said, her expression carefully neutral. “If your
schedule permits, I’d like to speak with you privately. I do believe there
is much to address.”
Kasic looked at Reed and nodded, “Do you? Indeed, I am not certain that I
am in agreement with your assessment. What would make you think our
government and yours need to discuss?”
“It’s not a formal matter. But given where today’s discussion left off, I
believe a direct conversation could help clarify where we stand in this
negotiation—and more importantly, where the Romulan government sees itself
in all of this. I’ll let you decide if it’s worth your time.”
Kasic sat back and mused for a moment. Then he sat forward again. “On
second thought, perhaps you may be correct. Perhaps clarification is
necessary, and lines need to be drawn.”
Zane offered a small, appreciative nod. “Then let’s not waste the moment.”
She motioned toward the alcove off the main chamber, letting Kasic lead if
he chose to. Once inside the more private space—quiet, shielded from
sensors and surveillance by diplomatic protocol—she took a measured breath
before speaking again.
“I appreciate your willingness, Senator. I won’t pretend we agree on much
yet—but I’d like to believe neither of us wants this region to slip back
into instability because we failed to speak plainly.”
She leaned lightly against the edge of a standing console, folding her
hands in front of her.
“You said lines need to be drawn. I’m listening. What lines does the
Republic intend to draw?”
Kasic crossed his arms and looked straight at Reed, “Just this one. No
matter how you and your Federation look at it, this is still Romulan space
that we’re talking about. No matter how… comfortable the Federation has
become in policing it for us, it is still Romulan space. It appears that in
your position, you feel that the Federation has the right to decide its
fate. Evidenced by your predecessor, Ambassador Ren.”
“You mentioned Ambassador Ren—what’s the Romulan government’s understanding
of the arrangement he brokered?” Zane replied.
“Our information gathering services have informed us that he initiated
this,” he waved a hand, “scenario. I am uncertain how or why the
Federation grew any interest in dealing with the Tholians, but it is at the
expense of Romulan space, no matter how uninhabitable that space is to us.
What I do know is that there has been a shift in philosophy in the
Federation, on several worlds, towards the Tholians. One has to be curious.”
Zane’s gaze sharpened slightly, though her tone remained even.
“You seem well-informed, Senator. At least, about the broader shifts in
Federation diplomacy. I have to wonder—what have your people told you about
me specifically? And about what the Federation actually intends for this
region?”
She let the question settle just long enough before continuing.
“Because if you’re basing your strategy on Ren’s playbook… I assure you,
mine is a very different edition.”
The Romulan’s reaction could have been described as almost Vulcan. He
raised an eyebrow and looked very coldly at the woman before him. “To be
honest, Ambassador, I have no knowledge of you. Before I was sent your name
for this negotiation, I had never heard of you, and your assurances leave
me little comfort. As for where our intelligence agency gets its
information, I cannot tell you. Is there something you think I should know
that I don’t?”
Zane didn’t blink. She’d expected the Romulan reserve, but the coldness was
sharper than she'd anticipated—probably deliberate.
“No, Senator. If there’s something you don’t know, I imagine you’ll learn
it soon enough.”
She let that settle—not a threat, not a boast, just a quiet truth.
“But I appreciate your honesty. It’s useful to know where we’re starting.”
She took a step toward the display console, fingers grazing the edge
absently as she spoke, calculating, but casual.
“You’re not wrong to question intent. The Federation has made mistakes in
how it’s engaged with Romulan space—some out of fear, some out of pride,
and some because people like Ambassador Ren made choices no one questioned
soon enough.”
Her eyes met his again.
“But I am not Ren. And I wasn’t sent to babysit a deal that’s already been
made. I was sent because this region could become the start of something
new—or the next quiet failure we all try to forget. I’d prefer the former.”
“I believe,Ambassador,” the Romulan half smiled, “that we have a similar
agenda.”
Zane held his gaze. “Then let me be completely clear, Senator.”
She spoke slowly now, not for effect, but so that there would be no room
for misinterpretation.
“The Federation has no intention of transferring territory to the Tholian
Assembly. Not now. Not ever. These worlds remain within your borders, and
that’s not something I’m here to dispute.”
She paused, letting the weight of that settle before continuing.
“What I am proposing is something far narrower—limited access. Scientific
installations, perhaps resource sharing, under a trilateral agreement. In
exchange, the Federation gains secure trade routes through Tholian
space—and a formalized peace, something we haven’t had in centuries.”
She folded her hands calmly.
“This isn’t a land grab. It’s a containment strategy. We give the Tholians
something symbolic and useful, without ceding sovereignty. And if it works,
we create a corridor of peace where there’s only been tension and mistrust.
That benefits all of us.”
Kasic took a breath. He realized that giving him this much, perhaps, a
serious breach of protocol. She was showing a modicum of trust. He decided
that he would let go of the idea that she was negotiating with the Tholians
over space that belonged to the Republic. Now the question was, what did
the Romulan Republic have to gain from such a treaty.
He shook his head and said, “I still don’t understand what the Tholians
want with bases so far from the Assembly? Who’s going to protect their
interests? And how? What is the benefit to my people? So many questions,
and I do realize that you couldn’t possibly answer them.”
Zane took a step closer, voice thoughtful now, less declarative, more
collaborative.
“But your questions are the right ones, Senator. Who protects their
interests? Who ensures they don’t overreach? Who holds them accountable?”
She let those questions hang just long enough before answering.
“The Federation was ready to step in. After all, we are looking out for
Romulan interests, but with your presence, why not the Romulan Republic?”
Her tone remained even, but the weight behind the words was deliberate.
“The space is yours. Let them operate under your oversight, with Federation
support. Joint monitoring. Shared protocols. If they want access, they
accept the conditions you help write.”
She gave the faintest of nods.
“I’m not asking you to hand over anything, Kasic. I’m asking you to help
shape it. That’s the only way this holds.”
“It’s an excellent opportunity for the Romulans to show the galaxy that
they are once again a strong presence. And this time, an even better
force—measured, principled, and leading the way forward.”
Kasic laughed. This human was quite the politician. Despite himself he
found that he liked her. “Ambassador, I will endeavor to keep an open
mind. The Republic's resources are stretched right now. Perhaps this is an
opportunity for all three of our governments. We just need to know where
the Tholians stand.”
Zane allowed herself a small, genuine smile.
“That’s all I’d ask, Senator. An open mind can be more valuable than a
fleet.”
She stepped back slightly, not as a retreat, but as a signal.
“I know the optics of this matter. You should lead these talks with the
Tholians. It’s your territory. Let them see a Romulan senator standing at
the head of the table. I’ll stand behind you—quietly, if that’s what it
takes—to support your position and make sure the Federation’s commitments
are clear.”
She glanced briefly at the map still glowing faintly on the nearby console.
“If this is going to work, it has to look like a partnership. Real
partnership. Not posturing.” Zane paused, “Of course, Senator, the
decision is yours.” Zane thought that maybe it was time for the Federation
and the Romulan Government to renegotiate their relationship.
Kasic took a deep breath. Perhaps this was not going to go as badly as he
expected. At least the Federation representative seemed to have the right
perspective. All that was left to see is the perspective of the Tholian
representative.
“Agreed,” he said finally. “The new relations between the Romulans and the
Federation have grown in a manner many would never have expected. Time to
put our “posturing” to the test. Shall we see what our Tholian friend
thinks?”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0950) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2025 16:10:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference
Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0950)
Dahr looked over at A’Auton as Zane stood up. Although the movement was
slow and methodical, even meaningful, it did catch him by surprise. Without
word to anyone else she invited the Romulan senator to a private
conversation. Kasic stood up and the two moved a more secluded area. He
wasn’t much of a diplomat. His own diplomatic style was often compared to
a bull in a china shop. He was just too honest, to a fault.
Dahr followed the pair with his eyes until they could not be seen, then
returned his gaze to the Tholian. With a sigh he said, “Well, Ambassador,
it looks like it’s just you and me. I’m not much of a politician, sir, but
might I ask what purpose the Tholians might have colonizing star systems on
the other side of the Beta Quadrant? I’m really just asking out of
curiosity?”
(reply A’Auton)
The others returned and Dahr stood up to greet them with a curious look, “I
hope you two were able to clarify your respective position?”
(reply Reed)
“I believe, “ the Romulan added, “we have come to an accord.” He sat down,
and Dahr followed suit. Then Kasic said, “I believe that before we can move
forward, the Romulan people will need to know how the Tholians intend to
access the area of space as described. After all, it is not particularly
close to their border.”
(reply A’Auton)
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2025 21:26:57 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference
Room - Captain Casian Dahr, Ambassador A’Auton, Ambassador Zane Reed, and
Senator Kasic - 0950)
Dahr looked over at A’Auton as Zane stood up. Although the movement was
slow and methodical, even meaningful, it did catch him by surprise. Without
word to anyone else she invited the Romulan senator to a private
conversation. Kasic stood up and the two moved a more secluded area. He
wasn’t much of a diplomat. His own diplomatic style was often compared to
a bull in a china shop. He was just too honest, to a fault.
Dahr followed the pair with his eyes until they could not be seen, then
returned his gaze to the Tholian. With a sigh he said, “Well, Ambassador,
it looks like it’s just you and me. I’m not much of a politician, sir, but
might I ask what purpose the Tholians might have colonizing star systems on
the other side of the Beta Quadrant? I’m really just asking out of
curiosity?”
The Tholian Ambassador knew two things. They were authorized to negotiate
on behalf of the Assembly and that Ambassadors weren’t always privy to the
musings of the upper echelon of Assembly leadership. This was one of those
times. It was his job to convey the former without the latter.
[It is so rare an occurrence to find worlds suitable for our unaided
habitation. We found five. I hope that is a cause for our celebration, not
suspicion.]
Dahr nodded, “We can only hope.”
The others returned and Dahr stood up to greet them with a curious look, “I
hope you two were able to clarify your respective position?”
Zane returned to her seat with the same quiet poise with which she had
risen. At Dahr’s question, she gave him a small nod. “We’ve clarified
intent, yes,” she said, her voice measured. “And found a mutual interest in
ensuring these talks are more than ceremonial.”
“I believe, “ the Romulan added, “we have come to an accord.” He sat down,
and Dahr followed suit. Then Kasic said, “I believe that before we can move
forward, the Romulan people will need to know how the Tholians intend to
access the area of space as described. After all, it is not particularly
close to their border.”
[Faster than light travel is not a new technology, Senator. We will take
vessels, we will plot a course, we will eventually arrive at our
destination.]
She offered a glance to Kasic—just enough to affirm the united front—before
turning her attention to the Tholian.
“Ambassador, I believe what Senator Kasic is asking—and what I would also
appreciate—is some understanding of the logistical arrangements the
Assembly envisions. Transit corridors, staging points, navigational
agreements. If this is to be a shared space, there must be a shared
understanding of how it will be accessed.”
Zane folded her hands lightly on the table.
“No one questions the Assembly’s capabilities. But transparency will ensure
that no one else feels compelled to question its intentions.”
These soft bodies were pushing. The Tholian's carapace began buzzing with
annoyance. Their words, however, were measured.
[ Senator if you wish to impose a point of embarkation, then that's your
prerogative. Interrogatives on entering Romulan space, routine scans or
mandatory declaration zones are bothersome, we will endure.]
There was a pause before the translator picked up the metallic tone once
more. [Inside of your space we will broadcast transponder information,
answer all inquiries and cooperate with reasonable requests and demands.
Outside of your territory it is not your concern, we cannot reveal our
fleet movements.]
[Starting a conflict is not our goal, nor is conquest.]
Kasic sat back and took a long breath. There was a time when the Romulans
and the Tholians saw more eye to eye than other races. The years after the
Dominion War the Tholians and Romulans had pretty much stayed away from
each other. It was also well known that the Tholians were typical not known
to engage in open territorial conflicts. They tended to… acquire space
rather than expand their territory by conquest.
Finally he said, “The Romulan people are gratified by that declaration. Now
the issue falls under trust.”
Zane tilted her head slightly, noting the faint shift in the Tholian’s
posture—the hum, the slight delay before translation. The tension wasn’t
lost on her.
“We appreciate the clarity, Ambassador,” she said evenly. “And the
assurance of cooperation while inside Romulan space will go a long way
toward building trust.”
She let her gaze settle between Kasic and the Tholian, then added:
“That said, no party here is asking for privileged military data. The
purpose of these talks is to make sure that what’s happening in shared
corridors doesn’t lead to misinterpretation—or worse, miscalculation.”
Her voice softened just slightly, diplomatic but firm.
“Trust isn’t built on everything being known. It’s built on knowing which
things can be trusted.”
She leaned back in her chair slightly, eyes steady.
“And I think we can all agree that in this region, that kind of trust is in
everyone’s interest.”
Kasic nodded, “I can agree to that. I think I will need some time to look
over the data of the region of space that is being discussed.”
“Then perhaps,” Dahr interjected, “this is a good time to recess. That will
give both representatives to consider their positions and contact their
respective governments.” He looked at Reed, “Ambassador?”
Zane offered a small nod of acknowledgment to both Kasic and Dahr, her
expression composed but thoughtful.
“I think that would be wise, Captain,” she replied. “We’ve made progress
today—more than some expected. A pause now will give that progress a chance
to hold, rather than rush it into friction.”
She turned briefly to the Tholian Ambassador with measured courtesy.
“Ambassador, thank you for your candor. I look forward to continuing these
discussions with a clearer understanding of what each of us brings to the
table.”
Then, returning her attention to Dahr and Kasic, she added, “I’ll
coordinate with my office to provide an updated overview of proposed access
routes and engagement protocols—preliminary only, for your review, Senator.”
Zane stood, not with finality, but with quiet resolve.
“Let’s reconvene when we’re ready to move from intentions to agreements.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1003) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2025 18:45:17 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1003) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom -medical Department- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1003)
Drylandrian pushed his terminal away and picked up a padd and reviewed the most serious cases and the upcoming issues.
His staff here and the new comers (admittedly less new than him) were fitting in and being thorough and medical was strong. He would be Lyla’s to meet his pediatric head soon, but the rest of the staff was strong. His emergency head needed monitoring but he was an excellent doctor.
He used it and ipdsted his report and sent it off to Starfleet medical and Captain Dahr.
He needed to speak with the captain regarding the stress some staff were having with the maintenance of the station.
That was when he noticed it. A strange humming. Then a cloud that seemed to rise from thw floor and then vanish into the ventilation system.
He watched a few moments wondering if he’d imagined things, then tapped his desk controls “Doctor Drylandrian to security and Ops. I just had an unusual experience….”
(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: (2-1005) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2025 21:26:04 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference
Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr, - 1005))
Dahr watched as everyone left the room. They had been together for a little
more than an hour but he felt as though they’d been at it for days. And
strangely enough, things seemed to be going well. Too well.
And the appearance of T’xen Toks was weighing heavily on his mind. A
nagging feeling was crawling through his belly that something was not
right. Something that could cause everything to fall apart, like a house of
cards. He needed to talk to Solice and see where things stood with her.
He got up and left the conference room to find Raven Green still standing
guard. He looked at the security officer and nodded.
“Lt. Green, did you see where the Romulan senator went?”
(reply Green)
“Kasic is your new responsibility,” Dahr ordered. “I want you to be his
shadow.” He put a hand on the woman’s shoulder and said softly, “but be
discreet, if you catch my meaning. I don’t want the Romulans to know you’re
there. I don’t want them to know that I’m concerned for their safety.
After all, it’s just a feeling.”
However, his “feelings” kept him and his crew alive during the war. He’d
learned to trust them implicitly.
(reply Green)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10-0828) Freedom CO CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Take 2)
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2025 17:00:50 -0700
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate: 2446.08.07
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0828)
Merek looked a little stunned, but then replied, =^=Will this be a formal
occasion, Captain?=^=
Casian laughed, “Good lord, no. I wouldn’t want to do something that
horrible to either of our crews. I want everyone to be comfortable. It’s
come as you are, I believe the term is.”
=^=...of course we accept. One last question though, are you partial to
coffee, or alcohol?=^=
“Sadly, I do not drink alcohol,” Casian said sheepishly. “It has an odd…
affect on my body, and my wife would not be happy if she found out. I do
drink a great deal of iced tea from various cultures.”
(reply Merek)
“Dinner begins at 1800,” Casian said. “See you then.”
The screen shifted to the outer view of the station where the Hades had
docked. Casian took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked over
at the ensign at Ops who was smiling.
“Guess you’re going to have to figure out what you’re doing for dinner,”
Parson said with a smile.
“You read my mind, Ensign,” Dahr replied. “I’ll be in my office if anyone
needs me.”
With that he withdrew to his office. When the door closed he sat behind
his desk and began to compose an invitation to dinner to his senior staff.
(reply Merek, any)
(posted by Al Muir)
NRPG: After this, we should probably move the conversation to Freedom
mailer.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (10 - 0835) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2025 19:48:28 -0500
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate:2446.08.07
(USS Hades - Deck One, Bridge -CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0835)
=^= Sadly, I do not drink alcohol, =^= Casian said sheepishly. =^= It has
an odd… affect on my body, and my wife would not be happy if she found
out. I do drink a great deal of iced tea from various cultures.=^=
~ Fvadt, there goes both of my plans. ~ Keira thought. It was tradition
when one Captain visited another on a social call, that the visitor bring a
small gift, she wanted to make a good impression. As if on cue.
“Captain, Semaj and I just obtained a selection of Betazed, Vulcan, and
Bolian tea varieties when we were on our stop at DS14 if you’d like.” the
Second Officer offered.
"Excellent suggestion, Commander," Keira beamed, then changed to a soft
teasing tone, "You weren't poking around in my head, were you?"
(Reply Tinman)
He looked over at Ire as he tapped his pads.
“And my portion of personnel reviews are in for you sir.”
(Reply Ire)
"I don't want to put you out, Jayc if you have enough to spare or share,
I'd hate to obliterate your stock." Keira said.
(Reply Tinman)
(Posted by Todd)
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SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
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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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10-0836) Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Roxanne Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2025 18:36:05 -0700
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate: 2446.08.07
(Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO’s Office - CO - Captain Casian Dahr and
Dr. Roxanne Dahr - 0836)
Dahr sat at his desk for a moment then pulled up the holographic computer
interface. He began to type out a message.
[Attention all senior staff. You are cordially invited to dinner in my
quarters. 1800 hours. Dress casual. We will also be hosting the command
staff of the USS Hades. So please people, remember you manners.]
“Computer, send message to all senior staff members,” he order.
[Message sent.]
“Open a line to Dr. Roxanne Dahr,” he said.
[You mean your wife?] The stations AI was getting a little too familiar.
He was going to have to do something about that.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
The soft chime of her personal comm interrupted the quiet of her private
med-bay office. Roxanne had just finished reviewing a complex neonatal scan
and was making final notes before heading back to their quarters. When she
saw the line open from Casian, her expression softened. She smiled at the
familiar face that appeared in the holographic display.
"Hey, you," she replied warmly.
“Hey, sweetie, you busy?” he asked.
“Who me? Busy? Never for you.” Roxanne replied. She took her PADD and
pushed it to the side so that Casian knew she had his complete undivided
attention.
“Are you up to some company tonight?” he went on. “We have guests on the
station and I’ve invited them to dinner.”
Roxanne did a double-take. “Well, I guess I can turn our romantic
anniversary dinner for two into a full dinner party.” Roxanne started to
think about what she was going to fix. “Who is coming to dinner?” The
guest list will help determine the menu.
“Well,” Casian smiled sheepishly, “you did tell me that I should take this
post. The USS Hades just docked, and Captain Merek and her senior staff
will be there. As will Zerin, Hank and Mark… and us.”
Taking a deep thought, I can handle that. My Chicken Parmesan seems to go
over well, and Eggplant was a fan favorite for the vegetarians of the
group. “I am about to leave and go home. I will get to work. When will
they be invading our quarters?”
“Zerin will be pleased as punch for the eggplant,” Casian replied. “The
first wave will hit the beaches at 1800. Pretty sure that Merek will be
bringing some kind of refreshments, so may be early. She strikes me as
that kind.”
Roxanne smiled, “How did you know I was thinking Eggplant? Are you
Betazoid now?” she quipped.
“I just know you, my love, and your true feelings for Zerin. Too bad you’re
already married to me.” He paused then added, “Have I told you how much I
love you recently?”
“Just remember how much you love me when you get clean-up duty tonight.”
Said with a wink.
8sian chuckled, “Yes ma’am. Orders received.”
(reply none)
(Posted by Kris B and Al M)
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