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Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-07-01
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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 1
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0703) Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
(USS Trillpa - Bridge, Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan -
0703)
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0930) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Civilian Quarters- Dolan Gahns- 0930)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1004) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Chief’s Office - CSec - Lt. Hank
Samuels- 1004)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1005) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -medical Department- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1005)
(Reply Hank, any)
(Reply Hank, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Resend and fix (2-1005) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -medical Department- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1017)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1006) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Chief’s Office - CSec - Lt. Hank
Samuels- 1006)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1010) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Corridor -
Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice- 1010)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1012) Senator Kasic
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Office
- Senator Kasic - 1012)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1015) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Turbo Lift - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1015)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Senate
Chamber - CSec Lt. Hank Samuels - 1018)
(reply Green, Dahr, Solice, Dryliandrin)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1015) Operations Officer - Ensign Greg Parsons
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - Operations Officer - Ensign Greg
Parsons - 1015)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1017) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
(Starbase Freedom -medical Department- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1017)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1020) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - - Captain Casian Dahr,
Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn -
1020)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1020) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - - Captain Casian Dahr,
Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn -
1020)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1025) Lt. Hank Samuels, Captain Casian Dahr, Senator Kasic
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Senate
Chamber - Lt. Hank Samuels, Captain Casian Dahr, Senator Kasic - 1025)
(reply Toks, Drin)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1027=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Reply Samuel’s)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1030) Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 12 - Science Lab 1- Civilian Scientist - Dr.
Gailus Penn - 1030)
(reply Toks, Dahr and Solice)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1031) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom – Level 6 – Authorized Diplomatic Level – Romulan Senate
Chamber – XO Quinna Solice – 1031 hours)
(reply Toks, Dahr, and Penn)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1035) Captain Casian Dahr, and Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan
Senator’s Office - Captain Casian Dahr, and Dr. Gailus Penn - 1035)
(reply Toks, Solice)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1037=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
DAY 10
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (10 - 0850) CO, Captain Keira Merek & Engineer - WO1 Sa'aha Kamat
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Engineer - WO1
Sa’aha Kamat - 0850)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10, 1800) Cr. Roxanne Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Subsection, Corridor - Dahr’s Quarters -, Dr. Roxanne
Dahr, Dr. - 1800)
UNKNOWN DAY
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1024, 1026) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom – Command Center – XO Quinna Solice – 1024 hours)
(Starbase Freedom – Level 6 – Authorized Diplomatic Level – Romulan Senate
Chamber – XO Quinna Solice – 1026 hours)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=2810-1815=29_Captain_Casian_Dahr=2C_Capt?= =?utf-8?q?ain_Keira_Merek=2C_Cmdr=2E_Ire_Williams=2C_Lt=2E_Cmdr=2E_Tinmanri?= =?utf-8?q?on_Jayc=2C_Dr=2E_Roxanne_Dahr=2C_Dr=2E=28Lt=2E=29=C2=A0_Navi_Dosh?= =?utf-8?q?i=2C_Lt=2E_Cal_Dogan?=
(posted by Al, Kris, Todd, Jayc and Robbie)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28no_subject=29?=
(posted by Al, Kris, Todd, Robbie and Jayc)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0703) Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2025 10:26:00 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(USS Trillpa - Bridge, Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan -
0703)
It had been twenty seven days since the Admiral had sent requests for a
meeting with Captain Merek and her crew. That ends today.
"Hail the station." T'Larah said, in her usual flat affect.
"Yes Admiral, patching you through." the tactical station said and nodded
to her as she looked back to Sullivan.
"Starbase Freedom.... greetings. I'm requesting an audience with your
command team."
(Reply Freedom)
"It is a matter that requires conversing in person, not over subspace."
(Reply Freedom)
(Posted by Todd)
NRPG: New mission for the Hades folks. I'll be releasing some of my goals
for the mission within the next week. This is partly to catch us up to the
folks at Freedom, and partially to give us room to breathe. I want to give
us some time to reset and see how the dynamic will work.
--
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0930) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2025 10:29:41 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Civilian Quarters- Dolan Gahns- 0930)
Gahns hadn’t felt this alert this early in the morning for a long time. The
stranger who had appeared in his quarters earlier had given him a great
deal to think about, as well as a couple of items. To be honest, he wasn’t
exactly sure what the items really were or how they worked. But he believed
the stranger when he told him that these items would bring a grinding halt
to the Federation’s attempt to regroup and create a new diplomatic point
around Trillus.
He looked carefully at the container, which glowed slightly through a slit
in the container. He’d scanned it to make sure that it wasn’t hazardous to
him and it appeared to be secure. Of course the industrial scanners that
they give civilian workers aren’t as reliable as those Federation ones.
Then he looked at the mitt that he’d been given. Now this little item was
even more intriguing. He put it on his left hand and tapped a sequence that
he’d been shown. Reaching out he passed his hand through his dining table.
Then he moved to a wall and passed his hand through the wall up to his
elbow.
It was odd how his feet still felt solid on the flooring of the station.
But he’d been assured that his whole body would pass, so he tested the
theory. Following his arm through the was he found himself in his dark
bedroom.
“Son of a …” he whispered to himself and smile. This was going to come in
handy. But first he had to complete his mission.
He avoided the temptation of walking through the wall again and exited his
bedroom. He picked up the container and sat at the table, staring at it.
In his hand was the answer to all of his pain, anger and hate. He would
finally get the retribution against the Federation and the Trill counsel
for the loss of his daughter, and subsequently his wife.
He picked up the container with his gloved hand and pressed the sequence of
buttons. The slit of the container opens and a cloud of sparkling matter
wafted into the air in front of him. Dolan stared into the glittering
mass with fascination.
“For you my little flower,” he said softly, and with a motion sent the
matter through the curling of his quarters. “I’ll be with you both soon.”
With that he knew there was more to do. He activated the transphasic field
in his glove and slid through the wall into the empty hallway.
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1004) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2025 19:58:23 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Chief’s Office - CSec - Lt. Hank
Samuels- 1004)
Hank had been looking at the security sensors throughout the station,
looking for some indication of … what? He had no idea what he was looking
for. But he kept looking.
Suddenly his comm beeped, =^=Doctor Drylandrian to security and Ops. I just
had an unusual experience.=^=
He tapped his badge, “This is security. Could you define ‘unusual
experience?’”
He knew that a new medical officer had arrived in station but hadn’t had
time to meet him. His file sat on his desk for security clearances.
(reply Drylindrian)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1005) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2025 08:17:28 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1005) 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 - 1005)
=^=This is security. Could you define ‘unusual experience?=^=
Dryliandrin grabbed his medical tricorder with the medical probe and pointed it at the cloud as the last portions of it moved up toward the vent.
“I can. At first I thought it was an environmental issue like a gaseous compound, but it sparkles like dust particles fetching sunlight in wind. It also phased out of the deck plating and hovered seems to love through the vent system….. well 1/8 of a meter from the vent system actually and has just left through the floor. Scanning it now…..”
(Reply Hank, any)
“It registers as mostly unidientified mass with traces of antimatter. There must be a mistake with my scanner. The particles would have exploded in contact with the decking or the air.”
(Reply Hank, any)
“No it’s left my office. Should I clear the deck?”
Dryliandrin asked. “Also, I just forwarded the tricorder readings.”
(Reply any)
Dryliandrin slid the sensor probe back in the medical tricorder without looking at it. The ease of practiced maneuvers and he rounded his desk and examined the decking. “Not a tell tale sign of movement through matter, oh wait.
Computer activate monitor and play back visual of the last minute or two with sensors reading overlay. Share this with security.”
(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: Resend and fix (2-1005) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2025 10:23:21 -0400
NPRG: sorry needed to get this adjusted. I didn’t realize my character entered until after Gahns was let go.
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1017) 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 - 1017)
=^= level 6 who needs immediate medical attention,=^= Samuels voice came over the comm.
Dryliandrin smirked and rounded the nurses station where he’d been going over reports with the floor lead. He nodded to them as he grabbed his bag and put it cross over his right shoulder to rest on this left hip.
The team assembled in the center of the room.
Drin tapped his comm badge. “Acknowledging medical alert, en route.”
He looked up.
“Computer, three for site to site transport to medical alert location on level 6.”
The station’s AI, ever present and quirky said,
“Help is on the way,” in a somewhat clipped British accent causing Drin’s eyebrow to shoot up curiously. The transport beam took them at that moment and through the beam he watched the image of the medical deck.
Starbase Freedom - Level 6, diplomatic quarters- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1017)
The view become the more cramped confines of a hall with Romulan guards standing outside a door.
Dryliandrin could read the smug distrust on the centurions face as soon as they recognized the medical staff.
“Responding to the medical emergency,” the doctor explained.
The centurion scanned them.
“Let them enter.”
The door slid aside and Drin walked in to find a security guard her not properly textured skin and eyes on a huddled and shocked Tril. Drin had seen enough to guess this was the perpetrator.
A weapon scattered on the ground, Drin found surprising that the Romulans hadn’t recovered, and an unconscious Romulan on the ground.
Drin motioned his finger for the EMT team to move over as he grabbed his tricorder and knelt to examine the diplomat.
“Make sure he’s not injured,” he signaled the second EMT to check the Tril male
To the female security Girard he said,
“Are you injured?”
(Reply Raven)
He nodded and gave her a second look picking up no emotion or telepathy from the ‘woman’
“Minor cell damage from a badly designed phaser on stun. Minor contusion to the head. Bruising where he fell.”
He administered a hypo spray and looked toward the EMTassisting him. “He can be moved let’s get him on the couch so he can be more comfortable.”
The diplomat was already stirring from the stimulant and Drin administered a second hypo for the headache he’d certainly have from the neurological blitz the phaser would have caused.
“Sir, you are alright. We have you safe and you are in your quarters. How do you feel?”
(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: (2-1006) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2025 18:11:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Security Chief’s Office - CSec - Lt. Hank
Samuels- 1006)
=^=I can. At first I thought it was an environmental issue like a gaseous
compound, but it sparkles like dust particles fetching sunlight in wind. It
also phased out of the deck plating and hovered seems to leave through the
vent system….. well 1/8 of a meter from the vent system actually and has
just left through the floor. Scanning it now…..=^=
“Through the floor?” Hank asked. “Was it alive?”
=^=It registers as mostly unidentified mass with traces of antimatter.
There must be a mistake with my scanner. The particles would have exploded
in contact with the decking or the air.=^=
“Perhaps,” Samuels replied, “unless it was
A more stable substance with non-coalesent properties. Is it still there?”
=^=No, it left my office. Should I clear the deck? Also, I just forwarded
the tricorder readings.=^=
“No,” the security replied, “if it was going to do something dangerous
there it should have already done it. But I will send a team to check it
out.”
He looked down at his own tricorder to see the readings coming through. In
over five hundred years he hadn’t seen anything like it.
=^=Not a tell tale sign of movement through matter, oh wait. Computer,
activate monitor and play back visual of the last minute or two with
sensors reading overlay. Share this with security.=^=
“Thank you Doctor,” Hank said. I’ll take this under advisement. Samuels
out.”
A call came in right after from T’xen Toks to meet with the team in the
conference room. He downloaded the readings to his PADD and headed out.
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1010) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2025 13:51:52 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Corridor -
Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice- 1010)
As the changeling left Dahr had to wonder if the girl really understood
what the word discreet meant. He had to hope. But he also knew that she was
probably the best bet on keeping the Romulan safe.
He moved to the turbo lift and tapped his comm badge. “Dahr to Solice,
status report.”
“Station is secure. I have not found anything on internal sensors. Not
sure what I am looking for.”
“I have the rest of the day off,” he told her. “Gather your team and let’s
see where we’re at.”
“Yes, Sir. I will have Dr. Penn and Mr. Toks meet us in the conference
room.”
Dahr nodded, realizing that he was alone and said, “Excllent. Meet you in
10 minutes.”
He closed the channel and headed towards the turbo lift.
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1012) Senator Kasic
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2025 12:53:21 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Office
- Senator Kasic - 1012)
Kasic led his small entourage of Romulan guards to the offices that he’d
been assigned. He had to admit that he was impressed by Dahr’s demeanor
and how his protocol officer moved so swiftly to adorn the outside of his
office with pennants and flags of the Republic.
He entered the office, leaving the guard outside, to find that it also had
trappings of his station, including a large desk He took a moment to
familiarize himself with the desk before he opened his bag and removed his
personal computer. The Federation and Romulan governments had come a long
way over the past decades, but old divinations still created needs for
security procedures, including having your own computer system linked to
your ship.
He began to compose a communique to the Republican Senate on the progress
of the negotiations. He was feeling a little more comfortable with the deal
moving forward. Part of that was the comfort he was having with this human
ambassador, Reed. Unlike the reported reputation of her predecessor, which
painted the Federation in a very poor light, she seemed very straight
forward and perhaps even impartial.
Unlike most of the new senate Kasic had earned his way to his position. He
attained and retained his role through hard work and trusting his
instincts. His initial instincts on Reed were very positive. However those
same instincts suddenly made him realize that something was wrong.
Kasic looked up from his work only to see a late, middle aged Trill
suddenly appear, as though he walked through a wall.
“What is this?” he managed to say before he noted the weapon coming out off
his belt.
Before he had time to call out the weapon fired. Kasic threw himself to the
floor, but was a little slow. The energy blast struck the outside of his
left shoulder and threw him against the wall… hard. The wall knocked what
little air he had left out and he could see black circles begin to close in
as he started to lose consciousness.
His las sight was a pair of work boots walking towards him.
(reply Green?)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1015) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2025 19:19:53 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Turbo Lift - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1015)
The doors to the turbo lift had just closed when Samuels’ comm badge
chirped.
=^=Green to Samuels. I have Dolan Gahns contained at the Diplomatic Level
Quarters where Senator Kasic is assigned. There has been an attempt to
assassinate him. Come quickly. Green out.=^=
Hank sighed. It was a good thing that Captain Dahr had asked her to watch
over the senator. He tapped his comm badge.
“Roger that, Lieutenant,” he replied. “I’m on my way.”
He tapped the panel for the turbo lift and said, “Level six, security
priority.”
Suddenly his comm badge chirped again, =^=Dahr to security.=^=
Hank tapped his badge again. “Samuels here. You must be psychic Captain, I
was about to contact you. There’s been an… incident in the Romulan
Senator’s office.”
The CO’s reply was stern but he did not sound surprised. =^=Secure the
scene, I’m en route.=^=
“Roger that,” he said as the turbo lift stopped and opened its doors.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Senate
Chamber - CSec Lt. Hank Samuels - 1018)
Hank made his way to the Romulan’s suite to find the Romulan security men
pointing their disruptors at Green, who was sitting looking the picture of
innocence.
“At easy, gentlemen,” Hank said as he stepped around the two Romulans
between him and Green. They relaxed their stance, slightly, but did not
holster their weapons.
He surveyed the scene noting Kasic, laying on the floor, unconscious, and
Gahns sitting in a corner in a near fetal position, staring at Green in
horror.
He moved to check on the unconscious Romulan then tapped his comm badge.
“Samuels to Main Medical I have a Romulan on level six who requires
immediate medical attention.”
(reply Dryliandrin)
“Report, Lieutenant,” he barked at Green.
(reply Green, Dahr, Solice, Dryliandrin)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1015) Operations Officer - Ensign Greg Parsons
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2025 19:20:49 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Main Ops - Operations Officer - Ensign Greg
Parsons - 1015)
The holographic display on the Ops station flashed red catching Parsons'
attention. He began to tap on the interface to analyze the readings.
Parsons was human but his reaction was almost Vulcan. He raised an eyebrow
and whispered, “Fascinating.”
He smiled and realized that the time he spent with the Vulcan science
academy may have had a more lasting effect than he realized. But it was
fascinating. He tapped his comm badge.
“Ops to Captain Dahr,” he called out.
=^=Dahr here.=^=
“Sir, something… odd has happened,” Parsons reported.
Dahr entered main ops and headed over to Parsons’ station “Report, Mr.
Parsons.”
“Sir, I’ve picked up a series of gravimetric distortions on level 19,” the
Ops officer said.
“Level 19? That’s a civilian level,” Dahr noted.
“Indeed,” Parsons replied. “What’s even more interesting is that going
through the sensor logs I’ve noted several similar incidents throughout the
base, but mostly on level 19.”
“Can you lock down the location?” Dahr asked.
“Already have,” Parsons grinned. “Right…,” he pulled up a map of the
level, “here. The computer has it as quarters assigned to a civilian
engineer named Dolan Gahns. Wait a minute.”
The display flashed again, “There’s been another incursion. Level 6,
authorized diplomatic floor.”
Dahr tapped his comm badge, “Dahr to security.”
=^=Samuels here. You must be psychic Captain, I was about to contact you.
There’s been an… incident in the Romulan Senator’s office.=^=
“Secure the scene,” Dahr ordered, “I’m en route.” He closed the channel
and turned to his os officer. “Lock out access to both diplomatic levels
except for the command officers, and get a security team to Gahns’
quarters.”
“Aye sir,” Parsons said as the captain turned and headed out of main
operations.
As he left he tapped his comm badge, “Commander Solice, meet outside the
Romulan Senator’s office, immediately.”
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1017) Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Doctor Dryliandran
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2025 09:02:51 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1017) 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 - 1017)
=^= level 6 who needs immediate medical attention,=^= Samuels voice came over the comm.
Dryliandrin smirked and rounded the nurses station where he’d been going over reports with the floor lead. He nodded to them as he grabbed his bag and put it cross over his right shoulder to rest on this left hip.
The team assembled in the center of the room.
Drin tapped his comm badge. “Acknowledging medical alert, en route.”
He looked up.
“Computer, three for site to site transport to medical alert location on level 6.”
The station’s AI, ever present and quirky said,
“Help is on the way,” in a somewhat clipped British accent causing Drin’s eyebrow to shoot up curiously. The transport beam took them at that moment and through the beam he watched the image of the medical deck.
Starbase Freedom - Level 6, diplomatic quarters- CMO - Lt. Commander Dryliandrin - 1017)
The view become the more cramped confines of a hall with Romulan guards standing outside a door.
Dryliandrin could read the smug distrust on the centurions face as soon as they recognized the medical staff.
“Responding to the medical emergency,” the doctor explained.
The centurion scanned them.
“Let them enter.”
The door slid aside and Drin walked in to find a security guard her arm partially gelatinous and wrapped firmly around a tril, a weapon scattered on the ground, Drin found surprising that the Tomulans hadn’t recovered, and an unconscious Romulan on the ground.
Drin motioned his finger for the EMT team to move over as he grabbed his tricorder and knelt to examine the diplomat.
“Minir cell damage from a badly designed phaser on stun. Monitor contusion to the head. Brushing where he fell.”
He administered a hypos spray and looked toward the EMTs. “He can be moved let’s get him comfortable on the couch so he can be more comfortable.”
The diplomat was already stirring from the stimulant and Drin administered a second for the headache he’d certainly have from the neurological blitz the phaser would have caused.
“Sir, you are alright. We have you safe and you are in your quarters. How do you feel?”
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He looked at the emt team
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1020) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2025 09:34:16 -0700
NRPG: Oops, forgot to hit send on this.
RPG:
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - - Captain Casian Dahr,
Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn -
1020)
Casian sat at his chair around the circular table that filled the room. He
had placed a decanter of water and some cups in the middle and pulled out
his PADD to look at the details of Toks’ video one more time as he waited
for the others to arrive.
Hank was the first. The tall El Aurian had his usual pleasant look on his
face. He looked at the CO and smiled. “Morning Captain. Looks like riveting
stuff.”
“Hank,” Dahr replied, then shrugged, “just looking to see if there was
something I missed. Have a seat.”
Hank sat down and reached for a glass and the decanter of water.
Quinna entered the conference room, a touch of frustration flickering
beneath her composed expression—she’d made it a goal to be the first, but
the Captain and Chief of Security had already beaten her there. She was
raised to believe that if you weren’t first, you were late. She took a
steadying breath and nodded. “Captain. Lieutenant.” Then she moved
efficiently to her seat, eyes already scanning the table.
Dahr nodded and smiled weakly. The dull ache behind his eyes still drummed
lightly away. “Commander, help yourself to a refreshment. I’m kind of
regretting my decision to give up coffee.”
“I’ll manage,” Quinna replied evenly, though she noted the tension in his
face. She didn’t say anything more, but she tucked the observation away for
later. Commanders didn’t diagnose—at least not officially.
Toks entered the room examining holographic information just above his
pads. He nodded at the others and took a seat.
Moments later Penn stepped inside. He looked around tentatively and smiled
broadly at Quinna. “Ah, there you are, Doctor Quinna. And Captain Dahr. I’m
not sure who these gentlemen are, but this one looks like a security
officer. I will assume the chief of security?”
“Lt. Hank Samuels,” the chief introduced himself.
“A pleasure,” Penn replied as he moved to the table. He placed a large PADD
on the table and set a device beside it. His other hand placed a small
flask on the table. He opened the flask and a few sparks and smoke escaped
from the opening. Placing the flask to his lips he took a drink. His eyes
widened briefly then his face relaxed.
“Ahhh, yes,” the Benzite sighed, “that’s much better.” He shrugged as he
looked around the table. “Sorry, a leftover from my partner, Dr. Teller. A
little something he called the Tamarian Tornado. It’ll wake you up in the
morning.”
Dahr sat back and looked around the table expectantly. He pursed his lips
then began. “Okay people, where do we start?”
“Marai confirms a temporal transport has occurred. She is attempting to
triangulate where and the when. She knows that it occurred somewhere
between medical and the social habitat section,” Toks reported first,
figuring he may as well get his part out of the way.
Hank put his PADD on the table and activated the holoprojector function.
The scene of the phosphorescent substance phasing through the flooring of
the medical offices displayed.
“I think we can confirm the where,” he said. “And it was in Medical as
early as 1005, base time. Is that what I think it is?”
“Programmable antimatter!” Toks' eyes widened. “This is consistent with the
images of the station destruction. Those particles would be able to
disperse across a wide area of the station.”
Quinna leaned forward slightly, her tone cool and commanding.
“If that programmable antimatter was active near Medical at 1005, we need
to prioritize immediate triage protocols and bioscans for all personnel in
that area. Even low-level exposure could cause neurological or
psychological symptoms that might not be immediately obvious.”
She tapped her PADD thoughtfully.
“I also recommend we begin monitoring crew behavior closely. Stress and
trauma from exposure could lead to operational risks if not addressed
early.”
She glanced around the table. “But we do this quietly. No alerts, no
announcements. We frame it as routine diagnostics—readiness checks,
something tied to annual training compliance.”
Looking at Captain Dahr, she added, “Security should tighten perimeter
control in Medical. If this is deliberate sabotage, the timing and
placement could target our ability to respond to emergencies.”
“I already have a team in Medical right now,” Samuels said. “I can send
patrols to Module 3, since it appeared to be moving in that direction.”
Dahr looked around the table thoughtfully. He nodded, “Do it. We’ve been
trying to keep a lid on this, for the meantime. I think monitoring the crew
and residents could start a panic… so let’s tread carefully.”
Quinna nodded firmly. “I’ll coordinate with Counseling and Nurse D’Sev to
develop screening questions that don’t raise red flags. I’ll stagger the
diagnostics by division so there’s minimal disruption. If anyone asks,
we’re prepping for readiness reviews tied to the fleet’s audit schedule.”
Casian knew that he was also dealing with a skilled and knowledgeable
doctor. He knew he should simply defer to his XO’s request.
“Very well, Commander,” he said. “You’re in charge of that. Let me know if
anything comes from it and if we need to quarantine areas of the station.
That being said, our main objective should be to find this… programmable
antimatter and contain it. Any ideas on that?”
“If we can isolate it, Marai can be positioned to send a magnetic
containment beam. Then the station’s transporters could beam it into empty
space,” Toks suggested. “The other suggestion is that Engineering
replicates handheld versions as well to contain any separated
concentrations.”
Toks looked at the assembled people. These were some skilled officers, and
their deaths would alter the timeline. What was happening on the station
would alter the timeline.
“Perhaps I might be of service,” Penn said, quoting a line from one of
Teller’s more recent favorite movies, Zoolander. “I took the liberty of
doing some research on time travel and possible methods of delivering an
explosive using it. Right now all the information on programmable
antimatter is just theoretical, give me a moment here.”
He began to tap equations into his PADD, humming a tune to himself as he
did. A minute later he hit the device with a tap of finality and smiled.
“Well, there you go,” he said, as if the answer was obvious. When he
realized that everyone was looking at him with expectation, he took a
breath. “Sorry. Since this programmable antimatter is from the future, it
had to be transported to the past. Those kinds of movements in the
time-space continuum have a significant gravitational displacement. That
displacement should be traceable along its trajectory of movement.
Especially if it is still receiving instructions—otherwise, why would it be
moving?”
“I like your thinking,” Toks said. “Generally it is placed in one area,
hidden from the target by being placed slightly out of time-phase, and
program-detonated. The fact that it’s moving is…” Toks looked at Samuels,
then the Captain. “Desperation. Time terrorists trying to figure it out as
they go.”
=^=Excuse me,=^= Marai’s AI avatar appeared in holographic form from Toks’
collar pin.
=^=Thank you for your permission to be a part of the meetings, Captain
Dahr. I have microprobes that I can release into the station and give you
access to the readings. Now that we know what we are looking for, the
temporal risk is worth release of the tech.=^=
Her image was replaced by a projection of incredibly small insect-sized
probes that could travel throughout the station unnoticed.
A second image of a flat-plated handheld device also appeared.
=^=These are the specs for easily replicable handheld devices for capture
and transport. Would you like any of these suggestions carried out, Captain
Dahr?=^= the AI asked, clearly acknowledging his authority.
Quinna studied the microprobe schematic silently. She didn't interrupt, but
her mind was already working through the implications for crew safety and
engineering workload. She would need to ensure the probes weren’t
triggering secondary systems—some departments had automated defenses
against foreign tech.
Toks looked at the people around the room, then at the captain,
“Dr. Penn, would that be effective enough in your professional opinion? I
am an agent, not a scientist. Captain, you seem in pain—are you alright?”
Dahr shook his head, “No, my brain’s just trying to keep up with the
science. Time travel tends to give me a headache, and the idea of using
technology that hasn’t even been thought of yet is a bit unnerving. Do what
you have to do to contain this … antimatter, before it becomes a real
problem.”
Quinna didn’t comment, but she noted the admission. This wasn’t the first
time he’d referenced the pain. Noted.
Toks nodded, “Marai, transport the microprobes.”
“As for me,” Penn interjected, “the probes should be very helpful as long
as I can adjust them to harmonics of the gravitational displacement.”
Marai’s voice responded, =^=I can do that for you, Doctor Penn.=^=
Penn smiled and looked up as though he were speaking to an angel. “I would
most certainly like to see what you can do for me.” Teller was the more
lecherous of the two, but some of the Tamarian had rubbed off on the
usually more reserved Penn. “Can we tie my PADD into your programming?”
=^=Already done, Doctor.=^=
Dahr looked at the trio across from him, holding onto his mirth. “Okay,
then let’s get this done. I’m pretty sure we’re on the clock and time is
short.”
Quinna spoke one last time, her voice calm but firm. “I’ll begin
coordination immediately. And Captain—if this team is being targeted
through Medical, time, and command—it’s not random. This is precision.
We’ll need to be ready for whatever else they’ve planned.”
Dahr nodded, “Agreed. Good advice.”
Toks added, “I find it odd that they chose medical as the target point.
They usually make sure that….”
“Wait,” he said. “Marai, are there any devices that would mask the
temporal signatures of transport in a medical lab.”
Marai was silent for a moment: =^=Yes, the advanced pathogenic shielding
and sanitizer for advanced infectious disease. It is currently active.=^=
“That gave them an access point secretly and why the station's records
showed no sign of the temporal incursion bringing the particles in,” Toks
stated.
“Then I suggest, Mr. Toks,” Dahr said, “that you start your investigation
there. First, make sure that’s how the particles were brought on board. If
it is, then perhaps it could lead us to who brought them and why.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1020) Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2025 17:23:28 -0700
NRPG: Just in case I never sent it.
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - - Captain Casian Dahr,
Commander Quinna Solice, Tixen Toks, Lt. Hank Samuels and Dr. Gailus Penn -
1020)
Casian sat at his chair around the circular table that filled the room. He
had placed a decanter of water and some cups in the middle and pulled out
his PADD to look at the details of Toks’ video one more time as he waited
for the others to arrive.
Hank was the first. The tall El Aurian had his usual pleasant look on his
face. He looked at the CO and smiled. “Morning Captain. Looks like riveting
stuff.”
“Hank,” Dahr replied, then shrugged, “just looking to see if there was
something I missed. Have a seat.”
Hank sat down and reached for a glass and the decanter of water.
Quinna entered the conference room, a touch of frustration flickering
beneath her composed expression—she’d made it a goal to be the first, but
the Captain and Chief of Security had already beaten her there. She was
raised to believe that if you weren’t first, you were late. She took a
steadying breath and nodded. “Captain. Lieutenant.” Then she moved
efficiently to her seat, eyes already scanning the table.
Dahr nodded and smiled weakly. The dull ache behind his eyes still drummed
lightly away. “Commander, help yourself to a refreshment. I’m kind of
regretting my decision to give up coffee.”
“I’ll manage,” Quinna replied evenly, though she noted the tension in his
face. She didn’t say anything more, but she tucked the observation away for
later. Commanders didn’t diagnose—at least not officially.
Toks entered the room examining holographic information just above his
pads. He nodded at the others and took a seat.
Moments later Penn stepped inside. He looked around tentatively and smiled
broadly at Quinna. “Ah, there you are, Doctor Quinna. And Captain Dahr. I’m
not sure who these gentlemen are, but this one looks like a security
officer. I will assume the chief of security?”
“Lt. Hank Samuels,” the chief introduced himself.
“A pleasure,” Penn replied as he moved to the table. He placed a large PADD
on the table and set a device beside it. His other hand placed a small
flask on the table. He opened the flask and a few sparks and smoke escaped
from the opening. Placing the flask to his lips he took a drink. His eyes
widened briefly then his face relaxed.
“Ahhh, yes,” the Benzite sighed, “that’s much better.” He shrugged as he
looked around the table. “Sorry, a leftover from my partner, Dr. Teller. A
little something he called the Tamarian Tornado. It’ll wake you up in the
morning.”
Dahr sat back and looked around the table expectantly. He pursed his lips
then began. “Okay people, where do we start?”
“Marai confirms a temporal transport has occurred. She is attempting to
triangulate where and the when. She knows that it occurred somewhere
between medical and the social habitat section,” Toks reported first,
figuring he may as well get his part out of the way.
Hank put his PADD on the table and activated the holoprojector function.
The scene of the phosphorescent substance phasing through the flooring of
the medical offices displayed.
“I think we can confirm the where,” he said. “And it was in Medical as
early as 1005, base time. Is that what I think it is?”
“Programmable antimatter!” Toks' eyes widened. “This is consistent with the
images of the station destruction. Those particles would be able to
disperse across a wide area of the station.”
Quinna leaned forward slightly, her tone cool and commanding.
“If that programmable antimatter was active near Medical at 1005, we need
to prioritize immediate triage protocols and bioscans for all personnel in
that area. Even low-level exposure could cause neurological or
psychological symptoms that might not be immediately obvious.”
She tapped her PADD thoughtfully.
“I also recommend we begin monitoring crew behavior closely. Stress and
trauma from exposure could lead to operational risks if not addressed
early.”
She glanced around the table. “But we do this quietly. No alerts, no
announcements. We frame it as routine diagnostics—readiness checks,
something tied to annual training compliance.”
Looking at Captain Dahr, she added, “Security should tighten perimeter
control in Medical. If this is deliberate sabotage, the timing and
placement could target our ability to respond to emergencies.”
“I already have a team in Medical right now,” Samuels said. “I can send
patrols to Module 3, since it appeared to be moving in that direction.”
Dahr looked around the table thoughtfully. He nodded, “Do it. We’ve been
trying to keep a lid on this, for the meantime. I think monitoring the crew
and residents could start a panic… so let’s tread carefully.”
Quinna nodded firmly. “I’ll coordinate with Counseling and Nurse D’Sev to
develop screening questions that don’t raise red flags. I’ll stagger the
diagnostics by division so there’s minimal disruption. If anyone asks,
we’re prepping for readiness reviews tied to the fleet’s audit schedule.”
Casian knew that he was also dealing with a skilled and knowledgeable
doctor. He knew he should simply defer to his XO’s request.
“Very well, Commander,” he said. “You’re in charge of that. Let me know if
anything comes from it and if we need to quarantine areas of the station.
That being said, our main objective should be to find this… programmable
antimatter and contain it. Any ideas on that?”
“If we can isolate it, Marai can be positioned to send a magnetic
containment beam. Then the station’s transporters could beam it into empty
space,” Toks suggested. “The other suggestion is that Engineering
replicates handheld versions as well to contain any separated
concentrations.”
Toks looked at the assembled people. These were some skilled officers, and
their deaths would alter the timeline. What was happening on the station
would alter the timeline.
“Perhaps I might be of service,” Penn said, quoting a line from one of
Teller’s more recent favorite movies, Zoolander. “I took the liberty of
doing some research on time travel and possible methods of delivering an
explosive using it. Right now all the information on programmable
antimatter is just theoretical, give me a moment here.”
He began to tap equations into his PADD, humming a tune to himself as he
did. A minute later he hit the device with a tap of finality and smiled.
“Well, there you go,” he said, as if the answer was obvious. When he
realized that everyone was looking at him with expectation, he took a
breath. “Sorry. Since this programmable antimatter is from the future, it
had to be transported to the past. Those kinds of movements in the
time-space continuum have a significant gravitational displacement. That
displacement should be traceable along its trajectory of movement.
Especially if it is still receiving instructions—otherwise, why would it be
moving?”
“I like your thinking,” Toks said. “Generally it is placed in one area,
hidden from the target by being placed slightly out of time-phase, and
program-detonated. The fact that it’s moving is…” Toks looked at Samuels,
then the Captain. “Desperation. Time terrorists trying to figure it out as
they go.”
=^=Excuse me,=^= Marai’s AI avatar appeared in holographic form from Toks’
collar pin.
=^=Thank you for your permission to be a part of the meetings, Captain
Dahr. I have microprobes that I can release into the station and give you
access to the readings. Now that we know what we are looking for, the
temporal risk is worth release of the tech.=^=
Her image was replaced by a projection of incredibly small insect-sized
probes that could travel throughout the station unnoticed.
A second image of a flat-plated handheld device also appeared.
=^=These are the specs for easily replicable handheld devices for capture
and transport. Would you like any of these suggestions carried out, Captain
Dahr?=^= the AI asked, clearly acknowledging his authority.
Quinna studied the microprobe schematic silently. She didn't interrupt, but
her mind was already working through the implications for crew safety and
engineering workload. She would need to ensure the probes weren’t
triggering secondary systems—some departments had automated defenses
against foreign tech.
Toks looked at the people around the room, then at the captain,
“Dr. Penn, would that be effective enough in your professional opinion? I
am an agent, not a scientist. Captain, you seem in pain—are you alright?”
Dahr shook his head, “No, my brain’s just trying to keep up with the
science. Time travel tends to give me a headache, and the idea of using
technology that hasn’t even been thought of yet is a bit unnerving. Do what
you have to do to contain this … antimatter, before it becomes a real
problem.”
Quinna didn’t comment, but she noted the admission. This wasn’t the first
time he’d referenced the pain. Noted.
Toks nodded, “Marai, transport the microprobes.”
“As for me,” Penn interjected, “the probes should be very helpful as long
as I can adjust them to harmonics of the gravitational displacement.”
Marai’s voice responded, =^=I can do that for you, Doctor Penn.=^=
Penn smiled and looked up as though he were speaking to an angel. “I would
most certainly like to see what you can do for me.” Teller was the more
lecherous of the two, but some of the Tamarian had rubbed off on the
usually more reserved Penn. “Can we tie my PADD into your programming?”
=^=Already done, Doctor.=^=
Dahr looked at the trio across from him, holding onto his mirth. “Okay,
then let’s get this done. I’m pretty sure we’re on the clock and time is
short.”
Quinna spoke one last time, her voice calm but firm. “I’ll begin
coordination immediately. And Captain—if this team is being targeted
through Medical, time, and command—it’s not random. This is precision.
We’ll need to be ready for whatever else they’ve planned.”
Dahr nodded, “Agreed. Good advice.”
Toks added, “I find it odd that they chose medical as the target point.
They usually make sure that….”
“Wait,” he said. “Marai, are there any devices that would mask the
temporal signatures of transport in a medical lab.”
Marai was silent for a moment: =^=Yes, the advanced pathogenic shielding
and sanitizer for advanced infectious disease. It is currently active.=^=
“That gave them an access point secretly and why the station's records
showed no sign of the temporal incursion bringing the particles in,” Toks
stated.
“Then I suggest, Mr. Toks,” Dahr said, “that you start your investigation
there. First, make sure that’s how the particles were brought on board. If
it is, then perhaps it could lead us to who brought them and why.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1024, 1026) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2025 23:02:27 -0500
RPG: Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom – Command Center – XO Quinna Solice – 1024 hours)
Quinna sat at her workstation, sifting through the residual data from the
earlier meeting. Her mind was already occupied with strategic threads when
a shrill alert blared through the command center. Her eyes darted to the
terminal. The words glared back at her:
"Phaser fire detected."
She let out a sharp sigh. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. Exactly
what they didn't need.
Her fingers flew across the console as she pulled up the coordinates of the
incident. Without hesitation, Quinna secured a phaser at her hip and headed
straight for the nearest turbolift, her posture snapping into high-alert
mode. She punched in her access code, overriding the security lock as the
lift surged toward Level 6 — the diplomatic floor.
Security had already responded by the time she arrived. Once again, she was
the last to the party.
(Starbase Freedom – Level 6 – Authorized Diplomatic Level – Romulan Senate
Chamber – XO Quinna Solice – 1026 hours)
Ambassador Zane Parker intercepted her just outside the chamber. His brow
furrowed with concern as he approached. “Commander, what’s going on? Is
everyone alright?”
Quinna didn’t break stride. “I’m not entirely sure yet,” she replied calmly
but firmly. “Please return to your quarters, Ambassador. I’ll update you as
soon as I have something concrete.”
Without waiting for a reply, she stepped past him and entered the chamber.
The scene inside told her everything she needed to know.
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2025 12:52:36 -0700
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate:2446.08.07
(Starbase Freedom - Subsection, Corridor - Dahr’s Quarters - Captain Casian
Dahr, Captain Keira Merek, Cmdr. Ire Williams, Lt. Cmdr. Tinmanrion Jayc,
Dr. Roxanne Dahr, Dr.(Lt.) Navi Doshi, Lt. Cal Dogan - 1815)
Admittedly, Keira wasn't aware the gathering was going to be this big. She
replayed the initial communique in her head, trying to figure out where she
had falsely assumed. Why couldn't this be a straightforward Klingon
gathering? Bloodwine, roasted targ over a fire… straightforward. Others had
brought dishes she had brought enough tea for the Captain and his family,
but not enough for everyone assembled. She reasoned that coupled with
others not bringing a gift and presenting hers publicly would be an
unintentional faux pax. She used the movement everyone searched for chairs
to sit on, walking on the outside of someone else, sliding the small box
behind another decoration discreetly.
She ended up sitting next to the Vulcan Engineer, “Zerin? Was it?”
“Why yes, Kiera,” the Vulcan beamed, “you have an excellent memory.” His
voice carried a tone which might have been blissful joy, or hard sarcasm.
“Zerin,” Casian shot the Vulcan a warning glance, “play nice.”
Zerin gave his CO a shocked look. “Captain! I’m appalled.” Then he burst
out in a peal of laughter. He looked at Merek and with a wink he said,
“Sometimes I just can’t help myself.”
“It’s not often I see…” Keira began, “A cousin being as Jovial as you.”
Ironically, it was Starfleet who gave her the most information on her
Vulcan cousins, a name for a sect of Vulcans that embraced rather than
repressed emotions illuded her recollection at the time.
Zerin shrugged. “My experience with the V’tosh Ka’tur came late in my life,
and I saw wisdom and logic in their perspective on Vulcan emotional
control, and the Vulcan original condition. And to be honest, I’ve been
much happier since my transition. Although I must admit that my family and
peers in the Vulcan Engineering Council have been… less than enthusiastic.”
~That’s what they’re called.~ Keira thought, now recognizing the name.
“Chief Engineer? I was the Chief Engineer on Exeter, I helped put her
together out of Mars. How long have you been on the station?”
“I’ve been here almost since conception,” Zerin said. “I was a civilian
engineer who started putting this… jigsaw puzzle of a station. We have had
our rough moments, to be sure, but who else can say they built something
designed by six major races in the Alpha quadrant.”
“I bet the power distribution alone….” Keira sympathized, “ was a tangle.”
Zerin nodded, “You have no idea. But power distribution was really the
least of the major issues. The big one was getting all of those operating
systems
Jayc watched the gathering of people. He’d always shied away from larger
gatherings when he could, preferring more intimate occasions and
get-togethers. What was it Illandrid said, -when on Delta…-
He made his way over to the table and noted the delicious food that had
been prepared for them. The sound of the Vulcan’s laughter distracted him
and turned to watch the interaction between the Zerin and Captain Merek.
-I wonder how he and Semaj would get on,- Jayc wondered, then wondered how
his research was going into the energy signatures of that vessel.
Mark found a seat between Jayc and the councilor, Navi. His main intention
was to talk with her. He was intrigued by the woman’s implants. He’d met
several liberated Borg but had never really had an opportunity to speak
with one.
“Navi,” he introduced himself, “Mark Edwards. I don’t want to be rude but
I’d love to get a chance to speak with you about your implants and your
experiences with the Borg.”
~He isn’t the first one.~ Navi thought. “Since I spent the first part of it
before I was rescued by a Starfleet vessel in a maturation chamber, I’m
sorry there isn’t a lot of experience I can speak of.” She took a sip of
her wine. “Imagine going to sleep when you’re six and waking up at sixteen.”
“Yikes,” Mark exclaimed. “Now I can imagine that you missed out on a great
deal of typical growing up drama.”
“I can tell you I had a great deal of growing up to do very quickly,” she
said. “Body of a teenager, emotional maturity of a child, strength of an
ox….”
Mark chuckled, “Sounds like my ex-wife. No, just kidding. I never thought
of Borg children. It doesn’t sound like much fun. Interesting that you
should choose psychiatry and counseling as a career. Do you think your
experiences give you a pretty good insight to how others think or feel?”
“I work well with those that feel powerless, marginalized, rock-bottom as
it’s been called.” Navi began and tapped her Borg implant. “Thanks to this
I can recall lots of things I’d rather forget. Helps me empathize with my
patients.”
“Amazing,” Mark said, truly impressed with not only what she had to
overcome, but her drive to help others. “We haven’t been assigned a
counselor yet so those duties have fallen on yours truly until we do.
Perhaps you could drop by the med center while you’re here and give me some
tips. I’m an excellent surgeon, but I’ve never been accused of being the
most… empathic of people.”
Navi took a sip of her drink to avoid blurting out what was on her mind.
~Calm down not everyone who is nice to you is flirting.~ Placing her glass
back down, “Since most of the people who were on the station declined
counselling services, I can probably find some free time later. When were
you thinking?”
Mark shrugged, “I hadn’t really thought about it. With your people helping
out my schedule has opened up. Whenever is convenient for you? As you
say, we he fleet crew always seem reluctant to partake in counseling,
although I’m never really sure why. However, most of our patients are
civilians living on Freedom. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon?”
“Sounds like a…” Navi quickly corrected herself. “...plan.”
Cal had taken the precaution of having his reinforced chair transported to
the station. Typically he would never consider sitting at the table with
two captains, however tonight he was an invited guest and to do otherwise
would be… rude.
He’d been accused of “hovering” when he was around the captain. So he made
an effort to not appear to be on protection detail, although by definition
it was his primary task. So he opted to take a seat next to the First
Office. His seat moaned slightly as the Brikarian settled his weight into
it.
Hank watched as the behemoth sat next to him. He watched as Cal’s eyes were
locked onto his commanding officer. Smiling, he leaned over, being careful
not to invade the Brikar’s body space.
Softly he said, “Your captain is quite safe… Cal?
Slowly, with what appeared to be great effort Dogan’s head shifted and he
looked down at the tall man beside him. His gravely voice let out a noise
before he spoke.
“That remains to be seen,” was all he said, looking at the El Aurian
intently.
It was pretty rare that Hank felt small. He quite large, for an El Aurian.
By nature their bodies appeared to be designed to fit in, but Hank tended
to stand out, being a head taller that most. But this Brikar was a full
head taller than him. It gave him a unique perspective.
“I imagine being a chief if security on a starship gives you few
opportunities to actually relax,” Hank added.
“Not really,” Cal shot back.
Hank nodded. He’d forgotten how difficult it was to carry on a conversation
with the Brikar. They were beings of few words, but often said much in
those few.
Dahr took his seat next to Kiera and held his hand out for Roxanne to join
them. He looked at Romulan and smiled.
“This is a social gathering, so the standing rule is no shop talk unless
absolutely necessary,” he announced. “I know many bridge officers are
uncomfortable with becoming… friendly with those they oversee. I’ve found,
in the end, they tend to regret getting to know those they serve with. What
is your opinion Kiera?”
“There is a line that is drawn, certainly..” Keira began remembering the
last time a relationship with a fellow officer became too personal. She
thought of Ravok for a moment before recentering herself. “The regulation
states undue influence. Friendships are never out of bounds as it brings a
closeness and familiarity that wards off infiltration. We would be able to
tell when something is off. As for any farther than that, I trust my
officers to conduct themselves accordingly. As long as both parties are
willing and professional, I don’t see any harm. If undue influence occurs,
interventions may be required.”
Casian smiled remembering a time, long ago, on the USS Ezri. In the early
days of his career, before he met Roxanne, he had learned the foibles of
crossing that line of personal vs professional and understood the pull of
“undue influences”. It was brief and did not end well, but he had learned
his lesson.
“I agree,” he said, “there is a line as commanding officers we cannot
cross. But the building of a respectful camaraderie amongst your senior
staff is vital.”
Jayc observed everyone. Cal appeared uncomfortable and though he was
engaged in real conversation with the station security chief, his eyes
never lost where the Hades senior staff stood.
He turned to Ire, “Small talk has never been my strong suit. I’m too
problem-solution oriented.”
Ire smiled back at him. “Yes I know what you mean Greta is much better at
this type of thing then me. I guess we could talk about work but that would
defeat the point of this meal.”
Roxanne sat quietly and watched the crew interaction. Taking a sip of her
wine, she became a silent lurker. She thought that Casian was definitely
in his element, and Roxanne, the dutiful wife that allowed Casian to be
great amongst the crew.
Casian rearranged himself in his seat and sat forward rubbing his hands
together. He winked at his wife, who had outdone herself in the meal.
“Friends, new and old,” he announced, “don’t be shy. Help yourselves and
enjoy.” With that he reached over and cut into the meatloaf. Steam
escaped from the food as he moved several slices of the food onto his plate
then passed it along to Roxanne. He watched as the others followed his
example and began the meal.
(reply all)
(posted by Al, Kris, Todd, Jayc and Robbie)
Seating arrangements;
Imagine that this is more circular than rectangular. Cal and Hank are next
to each other and Kiera and Jayc. Check to make sure I have everyone.
Cal-Ire-Roxanne-Casian-Kiera-Zerin
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1025) Lt. Hank Samuels, Captain Casian Dahr, Senator Kasic
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2025 15:19:33 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan Senate
Chamber - Lt. Hank Samuels, Captain Casian Dahr, Senator Kasic - 1025)
Hank had been surprised that the doctor had been able to transport directly
into the Senator’s chamber, but apparently the AI had released that safety
due to a medical emergency for the CMO and his team. This was something he
was going to need to further explore later with the AI programming team.
He stood back and let the medical team do their work as he watched. The
medics moved over to him after checking on Gahns.
“He’s alright,” the medic stated. “Seems to be in some kind of shock.”
Hank thought about it for a moment then moved over and put a pair of hand
restraints on the Trill. “Take him to security. You can treat him in the
brig.”
“You got it,” the medic said, half dragging the near incoherent Trill from
the chamber.
Captain Dahr made his way into the chamber as Gahns was being hauled out.
He moved over to the security chief. “Status, Lieutenant.”
Hank acknowledged the CO with a glance then reported, “As you saw, Mr.
Gahns is on his way to a cell in a security hold. He appears to be
relatively unharmed. I’m not exactly sure how Lt. Green subdued him, but I
can imagine. It’s left him rather shaken.”
Dahr chuckled, “And the Lieutenant?”
“She appeared to be fine,” Hank said, motioning over to the changeling.
“And the senator?” Dahr asked.
Samuels shrugged, “Not sure, yet. Waiting for the doctor to finish.”
AS if on cue the Romulan moaned and sat up. “How do I feel?” he said
loudly. “I can tell you that I most assuredly do NOT feel safe. This is
outrageous that I am attacked in my own, supposedly, secure office on a
level that is supposed to be inaccessible to anyone.”
“I am as confused as anyone by that as well,” Dahr said.
“I might have an answer, Captain, Senator,” Hank said, stepping behind
Dahr. He was holding an item in his hands. “I found this in a corner over
there.” He pointed to a side of the room. “My initial scans were most…
unusual.” He scanned it again. “If I didn’t know any better I would say
it is some kind of gravometric displacement generator. In essence, a
miniature phasing device. Look…”
He showed the readings to the others, “These are fushigi-no-umi crystals
<https://www.google.com/search?safe=active&sca_esv=4508815ad7680cb8&rlz=1C5CHFA_enUS1037US1037&cs=0&q=fushigi-no-umi+crystals&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwivoKO-5NOOAxXGDjQIHcAEBWsQxccNegQIBRAB&mstk=AUtExfCv225v5bGPqyYCyfHt9Eleb0R7JlR7rFccY2wk9XLYKK13TWiuh4EzxpFAwxuaF_04arAwP0iDBEyw49J1dtbRg_N-Lv0IZkc-doX_mjUMXLFZJS3tNHDFfeE-KE_AOuf-5-nDDZTBUvyzo0C5ahoZGE5eTAGZ6Z6tapmHKNrcQWs&csui=3>,
if I’m not mistaken. They’ve known to be used for manipulating nadions
involved in phase technology. But this… this is something else. Something
more. And most certainly not from our time.”
Dahr looked at the El Aurian with raised eyebrows. “Really? Let’s get that
to Dr. Penn and Mr. Toks, see what they can make off it. I believe you may
find them in main medical.”
Hank nodded and turned to leave. He tapped his comm badge, “Samuels to
Toks, just to confirm that you are in main medical. I have something to
show you.”
(reply Toks)
Dahr returned his attention to Kasic, “I cannot apologize enough. It might
be a good idea to have your guards inside your office and I will more men
posted outside.”
“Sounds like you got more problems than just the Tholians, Captain,” the
Romulan stated.
“Truer words have not been spoken, Senator.,” Dahr replied. “Hopefully we
can conclude our talks tomorrow, after the doctor has finished treating you
and you’ve fully recovered from this experience.”
“I will see then, Captain Dahr,” Kasic said. “I hope.”
~You and me both,~ Casian said to himself as he left them.
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2025 18:44:38 -0700
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1027) - 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- 1027)
Tix sniffed the air as he walked around the chief medical officers office. The faint smell of Deltan pheromones were heavy in the air.
“Talk about falling for your doctor!” He blinked several times at the heated feeling.
=^= I am your doctor, partner, and condidant!=^= Marai commented in the implant in his auditory area.
Her tone was hard and louder than usual and Tix winced with the his sensitive hearing. -love hurts- he thought.
“I was commenting on the doctor’s very potent and lingering pheromones my love not my response to them.
=^= Remond me to synthesize Deltan pheremones of my own when you are alone in the ship.=^=
Toks laughed, “You’ve never needed pheromones to win my loyalty and love Marai. Except maybe to make a mobile emitter so that part of you can join me in person of the ship.”
“I’m not supposed to do that in this timeline. Well the doctor is active in this timelond. Well photonic beings do exist in other parts of the galaxy. Well….Those Deltan’s have an unfair advantage…”
“True,” he commented.” Honestly though, It didn’t matter that he had Deltan dna and memories of an architect foreparents. Funny when you were a chameloid with hereditary memory. The fact that he was more Takaran because of his mother and half Vulcan by father, he has enough of the others that hereditary memory activated in an atypical fashion. He has many lives inside of him much like a joined tril.
The doctors report had been that they phased into the ceiling near the ventilation access. So he summoned his innate ability to control his body at the cellular level and stretched reaching up to peer in the vent. It confirmed what his tricorder readings did. Nothing.
“Where are you!” He grunted trying to suppress his frustration.
=^=Samuels to Toks, just to confirm that you are in main medical. I have something to show you.=^=
Toks interested peeked as he pinched the clip on his collar.
“Indeed I am Lieutenant. Should I wait or meet you somewhere?”
(Reply Samuel’s)
=^=I think I found an ethical protocol to create the mobile emitter.=^= Marai sounded triumphant.
“That’s wonderful honey. Will it help us keep this station. From being low. Apart?”
“You!” A very memorable Andorian voice said.
Toke turned,
“Captain Fitany, I mean Lieutenant. You are so stealthy.”
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(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: (2-1030) Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2025 11:54:22 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 12 - Science Lab 1- Civilian Scientist - Dr.
Gailus Penn - 1030)
Penn sat back and looked at the holographic display of the data he’d
compiled. He looked intently at the equations for magnetic flux variances
then reached a hand up and began to manipulate them. On a corner of the
display were calculations for the creation and sustaining of programmable
matter.
The existence of programmable antimatter had not yet been proven to exist
so the math was still in its infancy. But that was what he really liked
about. The challenge. He looked between the two sets of equations until the
thought struck him.
Reaching out he began to intermingle the two sets of equations until he was
satisfied. When he hit the run program the Benzite watched. There it was.
And again.
He stood up and tapped his comm badge as he left the lab, PADD in hand.
“Penn to T’xen Toks and Marai, I need you at the diplomatic level, now.
No time to explain.”
(reply Toks)
Then he opened another channel, “Penn to Captain Dahr and Dr. Quinna, you
need to come to the diplomatic level immediately.”
=^=We’re already there Doctor. I’ll give you clearance to get to us.=^=
“Thank you sir,” he said as he stepped onto the turbo lift.
(reply Toks, Dahr and Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1031) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2025 19:53:32 -0500
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom – Level 6 – Authorized Diplomatic Level – Romulan Senate
Chamber – XO Quinna Solice – 1031 hours)
Quinna had been observing the schene in the diplomatic quarters. She
remained silent but observant.
=^=Penn to Captain Dahr and Dr. Quinna, you need to come to the diplomatic
level immediately.=^=
Quinna looked over at Captain Dahr.
“We’re already there, Doctor. I’ll give you clearance to get to us.”
=^=Thank you sir,=^=
Quinna on cue followed Captain Dahr. She gave a quick smile to Penn when
he arrived. She was anxiously awaiting what Penn had to say.
(reply Toks, Dahr, and Penn)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1035) Captain Casian Dahr, and Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2025 19:40:56 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan
Senator’s Office - Captain Casian Dahr, and Dr. Gailus Penn - 1035)
=^=Penn to Captain Dahr and Dr. Quinna, you need to come to the diplomatic
level, immediately.=^=
Casian looked over at his XO with curiosity.
Reply
“We’re already there Doctor,” he replied. “I’ll give you clearance to get
to us.”
=^=Thank you, sir.=^=
Dahr continued to lock eyes with Solice, “Computer, authorize Dr. Gailus
Penn temporary access to the authorized diplomatic level.”
[Voice print recognized. Permission granted.]
“That sounded urgent,” he said. “I hope he’s got good news.”
Moments later the tall Benzite ran into the room. He looked around to see
the captain, Quinna and the Romulan still being treated by a doctor he did
not recognize.
He returned Solice’s smile and held out the PADD in his hand. “I think
I’ve got it,” he said with a big smile.
“Congratulations?” Dahr said, confused. “Got what?”
“The programmable anti-matter,” Penn said, almost exasperated. Then he
realized that his brain was moving faster than theirs and he slowed down.
“I know where it is. Or more precisely, I know where it is and where it is
going. Look.”
He activated the PADD and a three dimensional image of the starbase popped
up. There were several zones that were highlighted in red, blue and green.
“The green zones are where the PAM has been,” he explained. “The blue is
where it is right now. And the red, of course, is where it’s going.”
“How do you know?” Dahr asked.
There’s and inverse magnetic residence flux that has been moving through
the station, leading the matter… as if on remote control. Quite ingenious,
really. Very hard to detect.”
Dahr raised an impressed eyebrow. He reached out to touch the hologram and
noted where the matter was heading.
“If I’m not mistaken..” he began.
Penn interrupted, saying, “Yes, it’s headed right here. And there’s no
further signal.”
Dahr shook his head, “Well at least we know where to capture it.”
“Yeahhh,” Penn continued, “there’s more. The magnetic variance flux is
changing. Reducing. Systematically. Like a countdown. It is my estimation
that whatever is going to happen will happen in the next five minutes.”
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2025 07:14:39 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1037) - SFI Special Agent- T’xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Medical Level- Tixen Toks- 1037)
=^= Dr Penn has located a feequency.
Scanning. Probes enroute. =^=
Tix shoulders tightened.
Penn’s voice came over his comm pin.
Explaining his discovery and the time frame.
Tixen: “Marai, launch and get in potision as soon as you can.”
“Computer Starfleet Intelligence override Toks, Tixen Lima Kilo 007.”
Computer: =^=authorization accepted. Instruction?=^=
“Transport me to Captain Dahr’s location on my mark. Transport Ensign Fitany to collect the hand held the hand held devices.”
There were computer sounds. =^= Transport ready on my command.=^=
Tix turned to the operations staff,
“Release the Marai from his hangar and clear space for her to maneuver about the station,”
The Officer of the deck checked the authorization in the computer records. “Acknowledged,” she said with the same thrill of a teenager being told to clean her room.
=^= Launching probes also enroute and detecting the same readings Dr. Penn has.=^=
Tix nodded, “computer energize.”
Starbase Freedom - Level 6- Diplomatic Wuarters - Tixen Toks- 1039)
Tixen materialized in the room with a doctor and Emt administering to a doctor, the captain and commander.
“Magnetic containment T emitters are on their way Captain” he reported.
(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: HADESRPG: (10 - 0850) CO, Captain Keira Merek & Engineer - WO1 Sa'aha Kamat
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2025 09:00:02 -0500
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate:2446.08.07
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Engineer - WO1
Sa’aha Kamat - 0850)
Warrant Officer Kamat, who preferred to be referred to as “Midshipman” had
orders to report aboard the Hades. “It” was an energy being of the species
Mayeti, and had been affiliated with Starfleet for quite some time,
offering Its services aboard this vessel or that. Kamat saw itself as a
liaison between its own species and the various entities in the Alpha and
Beta Quadrants.
Mayeti lived on a Type-R or “Rogue” planet that they had anciently
overhauled to serve as a starship. Some few Starfleet personnel of great
age likened the Mayeti homeworld of Khenes-Shasu to the Fabrini
asteroid-starship Yonada.
Kamat had been separated from its own “people” for a considerable time, but
the “Midshipman” enjoyed the life it now led. The Hades would surely
provide opportunities for a long list of new experiences for Kamat to (one
day) relate back to his “people” on Khenes-Shasu!
Hovering at a door, the colonial structure of energy “globules” was ready
to report for duty. It used a modicum of its emanations to trigger the
doorbell. The Mayeti Engineer politely waited to be acknowledged.
“Enter.” Keira called out to the sound of the chime.
Kamat passed through the Ready Room door. This was convenient for the
energy being. The sensors in the doorframes aboard Federation vessels could
not detect the Mayeti’s presence. Fortunately, doors were made of materials
transparent to Kamat’s species.
“Warrant Officer Kamat.” Keira paused. “Yes, I just received your transfer
orders.”
“I prefer to be called ‘Midshipman. I have consistently — persistently —
declined Commission. I should inform you that I have asked that what few
personal effects I possess be held in transporter stasis. I should like to
have these items beamed to whatever quarters I will be assigned to, once a
berth is available.”
“I see no reason why not, Midshipman.” Keira said. “I must admit, you’ll be
the first energy being I’ll have served with.”
“It is my understanding that the Federation’s exposure to energy beings is
rare, and likely to prove hazardous to Biologics. Medusans spring to mind.
Yet, the Klingons claim to have killed their ‘gods’ and they are not above
being genocidal if one even cursorily examines their back-history. And some
of their fore-history, I suppose. I do look forward to serving with you,
Captain. I have some concepts I’m excited to continue development of,
should they meet with your approval. Or even merely pique your curiosity.
But is there any immediate need you’d like me to begin to address?”
“Straight to the point,” Keira said with a smile, “I like you.” The smile
dulled some, but her demeanor was still friendly, “ I usually offer
refreshments at this point, but I don't know what you eat..” she was
searching for the correct piece of vocabulary “..absorb for sustenance?”
“Mayeti’s consumptions are largely autonomic. Members of my species absorb
ambient energies as needed. If available. Except in circumstances of
extreme duress, we don’t feel what Biologics have labeled ‘hunger.’ I
cannot ‘eat’ any energies known or even considered to be sentient. That
would be an offense to Ethics and Morality, of course.”
The Romulan woman pondered for a moment. “You were asking for something
specific to do…”
“Yes, or course. Something to keep my ‘hands’ busy, if you will.”
“You’ve caught us in a furlough. So, the task lists are not typical; I
think we can assign you some things.” Keira quickly checked his security
clearance; it was high enough to allow him to work in Engineering with
their warp core.
“You’ve said yourself I’m an atypical crew-person. Atypical tasks would
seem appropriate.”
“Two main tasks in no particular order, the engines are powered down,
you'll not have a better time to look at them. Familiarize yourself with
them. You'll be working with our chief engineer. Our warp core is so far
unique, as our vessel is a prototype. Underworld class, first of her type.”
Keira said boasting a little. One could easily tell she was proud of the
ship, what she’d accomplished.
“The starship I’ve become most familiar with was the U.S.S. Resolute, which
I believe either has been or will be decommissioned. It had a unique power
plant as well, having been constructed by representatives of three local
empires in order to fight a fourth. While they christened it the Resolute,
I would have thought naming it for the maxim ‘A camel is a horse designed
by committee’ might have been more fitting.”
“Two main things set us apart, her warp core is a “dark star” drive,
instead of just matter and antimatter it can also use dark matter,
increasing output considerably. We have three. We also have the only
coaxial drive in Starfleet. Instead of standard warp just bunching space up
in front of us to skirt around Einstein's laws we can take to points and
allow them to touch briefly so that we may pass through from point to
point.” She explained.
“I’m not unfamiliar with unfamiliar drives, at least in general principle.
The core of Khenes-Shasu, for example, is a White Hole Generator.”
“The second task is to have a dialog with our CMO Doctor Dural. Our
knowledge on your living processes is lacking and we need to know what to
do if you're injured.”
“Fair, of course. And quite reasonable. My emanations do presently seem to
confuse Federation scanning devices, but I will work on designing a more
reliable medical tricorder for your edification.”
Remembering how the new crew person entered her ready room. “While you're
at it, feel free to make adjustments to the door settings allowing you to
pass without having to phase through the door. We have numerous different
species and cultures serving on board and each has a different definition
of privacy.”
“Privacy, yes… It is a difficult concept for a telepathic colony creature.
But I shall endeavor to build anti-Mayeti safeguards into your protocols.
Will there be anything else, Captain?”
“Wouldn't necessarily call them “anti-Mayeti”, just putting you on an even
footing. It will also allow easier access to some of our ship's systems for
you.”
“Life is life. An even footing doesn’t take into account all that may have
or may will affect us. We cannot expect fair treatment by a universe that
has no concept of ethics. Would you not agree?”
“True.” Keira admitted. “Not meaning to insult, but are you familiar with
the concepts of equity and justice?”
“We are. We Mayeti predicate out culture upon ethics and morality, perhaps
in much the same way as Vulcans esteem logic. Logic, we think, does not
always provide a moral way forward. Consider the Human quandary: ‘Would you
time-travel back and murder baby Hitler? Or baby Kahn?”
“I mention them because they mean something here in the confines of this
ship, while I don’t presume that I can change the constants of the
universe, here I have a modicum of say on what goes. As her commanding
officer I strive to treat everyone fairly and equally according to their
actions and conduct. That's all my aim is.”
“While I might, and may always, suggest what is outside your ‘universe’, I
will ne’er insist upon my perspective.”
“But let us understand each other, please. We Mayeti are not ‘conventional
beings’,to your understanding. This is why i have declined commission.
Repeatedly. Absolute time cannot exist, given your understanding of
physics. If something happens anywhere in the universe, and something else
happens else where and when in that same universe, presumably at the same
time, which happenstance occurred first is immaterial if one is not causal
to the other.”
“Perhaps we’ll have more time later so that we can discuss quantum
realities, or metaphysics,” Keira said. “For this moment I have docking
reports that are due, and you have some people to catch before they go on
furlough.”
“Furlough has always confused me, Captain. ‘Let me not be me away from
where I am me.’ I don’t understand.”
“If there is nothing else time-sensitive, Midshipman, you are dismissed.”
the Captain said.
“It is my understanding that time-sensitive is in fact emotionally
senititve to Biologics,Sir,”
“Again, welcome to the Hades.”
“Did you just welcome me to Hell, sir?”
Keira’s left eyebrow shot up inquisitively, “ Ah, I can see the
misinterpretation. Hades is the afterlife of Greek mythology. Greece is a
country, a socio-political gathering of people who share a similar culture
on Earth. Its culture was one of the earliest with a written record and had
great influence on the development in later origins of much of the European
continent and later through their colonies, the Western Hemisphere. Some of
those influences bled into other references like religion. Hell is a
concept that has many similarities in many humanoid religions or cultures.
The Hades is named so because, following traditional naming parlance of the
theme, since the ship's class is an Underworld Class vessel, the names of
those ships follow the theme, that of the fabled afterlife. If this ship
ends up being desired in whole they will make more based on her design.
Likely named for afterlives of other cultures, Valhalla, Sto-vo-kor, Sha Ka
Ree, et cetera.” Keira made a circular motion with one of her hands while
she listed off fictional places. “...but you didn't come here for a
mythology lesson.”
“I would delight in a mythology lesson, but Starfleet did not assign me
here to receive one. By your leave, sir, I shall commence our own
mythology, based upon this starship.”
“You're dismissed to carry out your duties as you see fit.”
Kamat departed through the door, all of the entity but for one “globule”
which hesitatingly hovered near an accoutrement of the Captain’s decor
before it too left the room.
(Reply None)
(Posted by Frank & Todd)
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (10, 1800) Cr. Roxanne Dahr
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2025 10:38:12 -0500
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate: 2446.08.07
(Starbase Freedom - Subsection, Corridor - Dahr’s Quarters -, Dr. Roxanne
Dahr, Dr. - 1800)
Roxanne has taken some time to put away part of the food she had made.
Once again, people brought food. She did not want to insult them by not
putting it out, but she was starting to feel insulted because they felt the
need to do it.
She had announced that dinner was on the table, she looked at the spread,
very little of what was on the table was actually what she fixed. She did
decide to change things a but bit and went with something more homemade
than what Casian said she was fixing. Her attentions were then changed
“And the mastermind behind tonight's dinner and the best pediatrician on
Trill and in the quadrant, my wife, Roxanne.”
Roxanne’s cheeks turned red. Casian’s boosting of her character what more
than what she would give herself. She was always modest of what she did.
She figured that is why Casian usually spoke up for her.
“Nice to meet you in your lovely home.” Keira said sincerely.
“And you as well. I hate to cut this short but dinner is ready. “Well
then,” she said, loud enough to carry across the room. “Everyone find a
seat before this bread turns back into bricks.”
After everyone on was seated, Roxanne stood and spoke before Cassian had a
chance. “Wecome to our table. Tonight’s dinner is provided mostly by all
of you. So thank you. I have made some traditional food from Earth.”
Roxanne pointed to the side, as she chose to honor the guest with the food
they brought with them. She did not want to be rude. “We have a meatloaf,
mashed potatoes, and ratatouille. Please enjoy.”
Roxanne was tired, but she wanted to make sure that Casian looked good
amongst his colleague.
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2025 15:19:46 -0700
Mission: The Medusa Dilemma
Day: 10
Stardate: 2446.08.07
(Starbase Freedom - Subsection, Corridor - Dahr’s Quarters - Captain Casian
Dahr, Captain Keira Merek, Cmdr. Ire Williams, Lt. Cmdr. Tinmanrion Jayc,
Dr. Roxanne Dahr, Dr.(Lt.) Navi Doshi, Lt. Cal Dogan - 1758)
Keira and the trio walked down the corridor of the station towards their
destination. Keira kept track of how close they were based on the room and
section numbers. Admittedly, she was more accustomed to seeing her officers
in uniform. It wasn’t often she saw them in social situations off duty.
Keira found herself wearing a deep earth toned unitard that seemed to be
popular last season with a dark suede leather jacket and ankle length boots.
Keira heard heavier than average foot falls rapidly approaching from
behind. She turned around to see Doctor Doshi the Head counselor jogging
down the hall. To her credit she was not winded at all.
“Doctor Dural sends his regrets, he is tied up in sickbay.” Navi said as
she caught up. Wearing flats and a sundress no less. Some of her implants
were more visible than usual. She saw the Captain look at her attire.
“Something wrong?”
“Not at all, Doctor. I know Dural is kicking himself in the posterior for
missing this. He always seemed to love social functions.”
“You know it, sir.” Navi said with a smile.
An even heavier footstep boomed down the corridor as Cal Dogan walked at a
faster than typical pace. He was wearing a one piece elastic body suit
that he had to be talked into wearing. Typically, in a social setting,
Brikarian went without clothing. It showed they had no weapons or bad
intentions. Since uniforms had been forbidden, and the last social
function he appeared naked at didn’t go as he felt it should have.
“Captain,” he said with a nod, forgive my tardiness but getting into this…
outfit was not as easy as it looked.”
“You’re fine, not in any trouble.” Keira said smiling. “There is such a
thing as fashionably late, which we won’t have to worry about. If that’s
the worst case scenario, I’m happy.”
Ire headed towards the gathered group as he moved down the corridor. He had
made sure that he was on time rather than late. He had navigated through
the corridors of the starbase and not for the first time wondered how
people would ever find their way around
Jayc wore the traditional semi-formal attire traditional on Betazed. He’d
looked up the latest men’s fashions and picked one he enjoyed. The black
onyx style amulet shined but was a little larger than he would have liked.
The quietly compared himself to the captain and the XO’s chosen attire when
they met at the docking port. They were well dressed and he was glad he
hadn’t overdone.
As the group arrived at the CO’s quarters Cal reached up to tap the door
chime.
Dahr’s senior staff, in true fashion, showed up bearing dishes for the
meal. Hank had brought some fresh baked bread. His wife had recently taken
to making homemade sour dough. It had taken her a while to get the starter
right. But now that she had, she found she’d made enough to “sell” it to
the inhabitants of the base. Sell was a relative term as she often just
gave it away, especially to families with kids.
Zerin had brought his usual salad made with a mixture of Vulcan and Trill
leafy vegetables. His salad dressing was delicious and nobody had been able
to weedle the recipe from the Vulcan. He knew was aware that an
enthusiastic fan might just analyze the dressing, but it seemed more fun to
deduce the ingredients from him.
Mark Edwards was the only bachelor on the senior staff and the only one to
honor Roxanne Dahr’s request to come empty handed. He did appreciate these
monthly events that got him out of the hospital and his quarters. He
hadn’t been on Freedom long enough to develop any friendships.
The dress of the evening had been casual and they had all learned after the
first gathering to take that seriously. This was truly a chance to relax,
unwind, and bond.
Casian greeted each of his guests warmly. The warmth was returned as each
of the senior officers had come to appreciate their new commander.
Zerin went as far as to give Casian a hug. They had known each other the
longest. Dahr was wearing dark slacks and a blue turtleneck shirt that fit
him well and showed his fit form, especially for a Trill of his years.
Roxanne looked about the table. She was once again rearranging the table's
food so everyone's dish was available. She gently slid Hank’s sourdough
closer to the salad bowl, tucking a serving knife beneath the linen.
Zerin’s vibrant mix of Vulcan greens had ended up awkwardly behind the
bread—again—and she corrected it with practiced ease.
“Next time,” she murmured with a half-smile, “I’m assigning positions like
a dinner battlefield.”
She stepped back, hands on her hips, giving the spread a final inspection
like a surgeon double-checking her instruments. The smell of fresh bread,
roasted vegetables, and warm spices filled the room with a comforting sense
of home.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mark standing near the edge of the
room. No plate, no drink—just watching. Roxanne picked up a wine glass,
filled it halfway, and made her way over.
“Empty-handed, just like I asked,” she said, handing him the glass with a
knowing smile. “You’re officially my favorite tonight.”
He chuckled softly and relaxed a little. “Why Mrs. Dahr, whatever will your
husband think?”
Across the room, she caught Casian’s eye. He looked too good in that blue
turtleneck, and he knew it. She raised a brow, giving him a look that said you
owe me—not just for the dinner, but for letting their anniversary turn into
a diplomatic open house.
She smoothed her skirt, took a breath, and smiled at the gathered officers.
The door chime rang and Dahr moved to the panel and the door slid open
admitting the Hades crew.
“Captain Merek,” he smiled and reached out his hand. “Welcome to my humble
abode.”
The suite was surprisingly larger than it appeared. It was a bi-level
chamber. The upper level was the Dahr’s bedroom, office and a private
playroom. The lower level was an expansive living area, dinning room and
kitchen. The furnishings clearly showed that Roxanne Dahr had a hand at
selecting them, to anyone who knew Casian.
Keira accepted the customary greeting as warmly as it was given. Her sharp
sense of smell was bombarded with pleasant smells; it wasn't hard to put on
a smile. Ever thankful she didn’t exhibit the touch telepathy of her
Vulcanoid cousins, contact greetings were easy to accept.“Thank you for
your hospitality.”
Keira looked around taking it all in. “If you’re comfortable with it you
can call me Keira.” she offered.
“Absolutely,” he said, “my quarters are a place where there is no rank, at
the insistence of my wife. Please, Casian.”
“My senior officers,” she introduced, “well the ones that don’t have time
sensitive matters to attend to.”
“My First Officer and right hand. Comma..” Keira nodded to the hostess, “
Ire Williams.”
Ire smiled and nodded.
“Thank you for the invitation sir.”
“Ire,” Casian said offering a hand, “welcome.”
“My Chief Science Officer, Tinmanrion Jayc.”
“Pleasure to meet you all,” he said warmly. He tightened his mental shields
at the barrage of mental and emotional psionic noise hitting him. The crew
seemed very comfortable and used to one another, but a room full of
internal monologue could be distracting.
Casian smiled and put a hand on science officer’s shoulde. “The pleasures
is ours. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
“My Chief of Security and Tactical, Cal Dogan.”
Cal was uncomfortable at most. Social settings, this was no different. He
had a difficult time being “informal”. He looked around the quarters and
nodded to the station CO. “Captain. Nice place.”
Casian looked up at the behemoth before him. He was well aware of their
lack of social graces and stoicism. “Lt. Dogan. I’m. Sure we can find a
place for you to sit.”
The doubt of the statement ran across Dogan’s face but he simply said,
“Thank you,” and moved to a side of the room that had the fewest
adornments.
“My CMO was not able to make it, he’s still handling casualties. I can’t
thank you enough for accepting them.”
“Mark will be disappointed, but I’m sure he’ll understand. It was the least
we could do. And according to him your medical team did most of the heavy
lifting.”
“We were able to bring our Head Counsellor Doctor Doshi.”
“Hi. Navi, please call me Navi. ” the petite woman smiled and waved.
“Navi,” Casian couldn’t help but notice the neural implants that stood out
against her dark skin. “Welcome.”
Then he turned and motioned to his staff. “My senior staff. My chief
engineer, Zerin.”
The Vulcan nodded and raised an eyebrow. Then he beamed a giant smile at
them. “Finally, some new people to talk with. You can’t imagine how dull it
is talking to the same people.” He finished with a wink.
“My chief of Security, Hank,” Dahr continued.
The tall El Aurian nodded, “I look forward to getting to know you all.”
“And, you know my interim head of the hospital and chief of emergency,
Mark.” Casian made a point to only introduce them all by their first names,
to show the informalness of the gathering.
As they crew from the Hades was introduced they broke off into smaller
groups for welcomes and conversations. He noted that they tended to break
of into pairs dependent on departments.
His eye caught Roxanne's as she moved towards them. “And the mastermind
behind tonight's dinner and the best pediatrician on Trill and in the
quadrant, my wife, Roxanne.”
“Nice to meet you in your lovely home.” Keira said sincerely.
“Well then,” she said, loud enough to carry across the room. “Everyone find
a seat before this bread turns back into bricks.”
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