COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-10-01
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MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.03 - 2446.10.17
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 1
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: ( 1-0403 ) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom -- Personal Quarters -- XO Commander Quinna Solice --
0403)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 1817) Dr. Mark Edwards, Captain Casian Dahr & Captain Keira Merek
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Emergency Department - Dr.
Mark Edwards, Captain Casian Dahr and Captain Keira Merek- 1817)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 1835, 1850) Ako Kellis, Captain Casian Dahr, Major Sean Masters & V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
(Starbase Freedom - Guest Quarters - Ako Kellis & Station CO, Captain Dahr
- 1835)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Emergency Department -
Captain Keira Merek, Ako Kellis, Major Sean Masters, V.Adm. T’Larah
Sullivan - 1850)
(Reply Security, Medical or Any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1845) Colonel Nerys Gahnt
(Starbase DS9 - Main Operations - Station Command - Colonel Nerys Gahnt -
1845)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 1853) V.Adm. Sullivan, Maj. Masters, Ako Kellis
(Starbase Freedom Deck 11 Medical facility Emergency Department - Vice
Admiral T'Larah Sullivan, Major Sean Masters & Ako Kellis - 1853)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1855) Head Nurse - Lt Sally Brown
(Starbase Freedom - Deck 11 - Medical Center - Emergency Department - Head
Nurse - Lt Sally Brown- 1855)
(reply any, if you wish)
(reply Green, Ako, Sullivan)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1900, 1904) XO Commander Quinna Solice, and CO Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
1900)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - CO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice and
CO Captain Casian Dahr - 1904 )
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1910)XP Commander Quinna Solice and SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - SFI Office - XO Commander Quinna Solice and
Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1910 )
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1915) SBF CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - Captain’s Quarters - SBF CO - Captain Casian
Dahr - 1915)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1925) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - Captain’s Quarters - SBF CO - Captain Casian
Dahr - 1925)
(reply Solice, if you want)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1930) XO - Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
1930)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost (1 - 1930) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1930)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1931) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1931)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Loubge - SFI Deputy Director
Michael Weston - 1935)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1950) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1950)
(reply Solice, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost of (1-1950) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1950)
(reply Solice, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 2000) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
2000)
(Reply Gree, Weston, Adams, Toks)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost ( 1 - 2000) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 2000)
(Reply Gree, Weston, Adams, Toks)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281_-_2001=29_SFI/Temporal_Affairs-_Spec?= =?utf-8?q?ial_Agent_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - special Agent T’xen Toks - 2001)
(Reply Solice, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2002) LT Raven Green Reposted for Edward
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge - LT Raven Green - 2002)
(Reply Quinna, Any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 2004) CMO, Lt Dural Methor DrPH & Engineer, Lt. JG Emar
(USS Hades - Nine and Dine - CMO Lt. Dural Methor DrPH & Engineer Lt. JG
Emar -2004)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 2015) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 2015)
(Replies Green, Adams, Toks)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2015) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 2015)
(Replies Green, Adams, Toks)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2017) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 2017)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2020) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge - SFI Deputy Director
Michael Weston - 2020)
(reply Solice, Toms. Green)
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0630) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Deck 2, Personal Quarters - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Ako
Kellis - 0630)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 0730, 0759, 0801) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0730)
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- NCO
Aiden Parker -- 0759)
(USS Hades -- Transporter room -- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0801)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 - 0750, 0807) CO, Captain Keira Merek, Et al.
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0750)
(Reply Ire, Jayc, Dogan, Dural, Masters)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Keira Merek, Chief
IA, Vice Admiral T'Larah Sullivan, CMO Lt. Dural Methor, MCO, Major Sean
Masters - 0807)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0758) CO Hades, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0758)
(Reply Freedom, any)
(Reply Freedom, any)
(Reply Ire, Dogan, Freedom)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-759=29_SFI/temporal_Affairs_Special_?= =?utf-8?q?Agent_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- T’xen Toks -- 0759)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 0805) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0805)
(Reply Ire, Solice, Tinman, Dogan and away team)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 0806) Lt. Commander Tinmanrion Jayc
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 -Chief Science Officer/Second Officer- Tinmanrion Jayc - 0806)
UNKNOWN DAY
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Fwd: SBFREEDOM-NRPG: 1 - 2016 LT Raven Green)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge LT Raven Green - 20.16)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: Fwd: SBFREEDOM-NRPG: (1 - 18.51 LT Raven Green)
(Starbase Freedom Deck 11 Medical facility Emergency Department - LT
Raven Green - 18.51)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28no_subject=29?=
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: ***SPAM*** HADESRPG: TESTING
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 20.21 LT Raven Green)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge LT Raven Green - 20.21)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 07.50 LT Raven Green)
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- LT Raven Green - 07.50)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 08.06 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 LT Raven Green - 08.06)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: ( 1-0403 ) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2025 18:24:24 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(Starbase Freedom -- Personal Quarters -- XO Commander Quinna Solice --
0403)
Quinna spent the night staring at the ceiling. She would fall asleep, but
10 minutes later, she would be awake again. This pattern was not good when
embarking on a major mission in a few hours. She knew she had a little
something in her go bag she could take for her next bedtime. Travel time
to the station would be a few days.
Quinna turned and saw Michael still asleep. She then slipped out of bed.
Quinna quietly went into the main living area and ordered up her favorite
blend of coffee. She then went to the shelf that had a lock box on it.
The cabinet where she kept a small lock. The name was D. Gregory. She
placed the box on the table with her coffee. She had to take a moment and
enter the code. There in the box was a Bajorian locket that was given to
her before her parents, before the USS Auberjonois disappeared from her
life. She put the locket around her neck.
After putting the box away, Quinna looked at a couple of family photos.
“Preston,” She said to an empty room. She started to feel guilty about
not telling him about the recent developments. He was so young when they
disappeared. She wondered what he actually remembered. Quinna put the
picture of Preston down and grabbed her coffee. She moved to a dark, quiet
corner and slid her butt to the floor, and did something she had not
allowed herself to do…Cry.
At 0600, Quinna was startled when the computer sounded the wake-up alarm.
Blinking a couple of times, she looked around and saw that everything was
still dark and quiet. Apparently, she had fallen asleep. She stood and
made her way to the couch. Everything was apparently quiet, but Michael
was sure to show his face any minute.
She did not want Michael to know she cried. She likes to keep those
emotions to herself.
(Reply any)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 1817) Dr. Mark Edwards, Captain Casian Dahr & Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2025 13:04:52 -0500
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Emergency Department - Dr.
Mark Edwards, Captain Casian Dahr and Captain Keira Merek- 1817)
When Dahr and Merek appeared in the Emergency Department Mark Edwards and
two nurses went in to action. They got the Hades CO on the booked and the
three dimensional holographic image of her body appeared. The area around
her elbow quickly highlighted in a light red glow.
Mark looked at the readings and stepped back in near horror. “Sweet mother
of…”
He looked at Nurse M’ret and nodded, a prearranged signal. The Caitian
tapped Merek with a hypospay and began to purr nearly imperceptibly. The
purr was to help the patient stay calm and relieve some of the pain until
the analgesic took effect.
Mark looked at Dahr, “What happened to her Casian?”
“Let’s just call it overzealous sparring and leave it at that,” Dahr
replied ignoring the familiarity. Mark’s relationship with Casian’s wife
gave him a little latitude.
“Well,” Edwards said, “overzealousness has given Captain Merek a severely
dislocated elbow, several torn ligaments, not to mention the micro
fractures in the heads of her humerus and ulna.” He looked at Merek and
said, “Hope you weren’t planning on using that arm for a while.”
“Oh, yeah…” Merek breathed dripping with sarcasm,, “..don’t you know? Got
a tennis match at twenty-hundred..”
“You should probably consider canceling,” Edwards replied, matching her
sarcasm. “Or consider playing left handed. Even after the repair your going
to have to take it easy for a while.”
“Yeah, I gathered…” she said as the medication began to take hold. “You
know, last time I broke my arm it was a Caitian doctor that patched me up
then too…”
M’ret smiled a toothy grin, “We commme in handy, perrriodically.” She
touched the back of her furry hand to Mereks cheek, soothingly. “How ya
feelinnng dearrr?”
“Less stabbing and shooting, more throbbing and pressure.” Keira said
finally being able to breath without aggravating her arm.
“Now that you're numb, Captain Merek,” Dahr chimed in, “you can tell a
great deal about a person during a fight. And how they handle defeat. You
were in an inescapable position, why would you not simply concede?”
“Don’t like to lose.” Keira said, “don’t like giving up either.”
Dahr raised an eyebrow, “There’s losing to a stronger opponent and there’s
giving in to your fears. Getting injured, as you did, during a training
exercise, to me anyway, doesn’t seem worth it. Save that mindset for when
the fight has meaning.”
“ I’m stubborn.” She managed to smile. “Call it a character flaw?”
“I suppose so,” Dahr didn’t argue that point. “We all have ‘em.”
“So, how’s it look?”
Dahr shrugged, “During the war I once saw a tactical display explode taking
half the arm of the tactical officer stationed there. I’d say you look
better than that.”
“Excuse me Captains,” Edwards cut between the two of them, “but some of us
actually work here.”
He’d brought a piece of equipment over the looked like a drill press, and
placed it over the elbow joint. Then he turned his face to look at Merek.
“This is heal the micro fractures in the bones first,” the doctor
explained, switching it on. A red beam emitted from the device into the
joint of the Amiral. “It shouldn’t take long. Then we’ll need to look at
reattaching those torn tendons.”
Then he looked at Dahr, “We’ll be at this a while, Casian. I’ll let you
know when we’re done and you can continue the verbal beating then.”
Dahr chuckled, “Ok Mark, I’ll leave you to it.” He put a hand on Merek’s
good shoulder and said, “I’ll come back to see you later.”
“Thank you.” Keira said, and then added, “ Can you call Kellis for me? Let
her know. We took a room on the station, she’ll be worried when I don’t
return immediately from my workout.”
Casian recalled that Ako Kellis was a Bajoran civilian on board the Hades.
Kiera had mentioned her at the dinner he had hosted for the Hades senior
staff.
“Absolutely,” Casian said. “She might be even more irritated with you than
I am. Thod Vol has been bugging me for an introduction. Apparently he’s a
fan.”
Finally, he put a supportive hand on the captain’s shoulder and smiled.
“I’ll try to break the news to her gently.”
Keira only nodded as Dahr left sickbay and the doctor continued their work.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Todd and Al)
--
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: HADESRPG: (1 - 1835, 1850) Ako Kellis, Captain Casian Dahr, Major Sean Masters & V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2025 00:25:32 -0500
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Guest Quarters - Ako Kellis & Station CO, Captain Dahr
- 1835)
Sometimes workouts ran long she kept telling herself. It’s only been five
minutes. Playful laughter and a high pitched squeak issued from the other
bed room, Rayna and Venus were playing.
~It’s nothing.~ She kept telling herself as she got the shower ready,
smell-good soap, wash cloth and body towel folded on the lip of the tub,
ready for when Keira walked through the door.
=^=Captain Dahr to Ako Kellis.=^=
“This is Kellis, what can I do for you, Captain?” the Bajoran swallowed
hard.
=^=Ms. Ako, I just left Captain Merek in our medical center and she wanted
me to let you know where she was.=^=. Casian could hear the draw of her
breath. =^=She is alright, although she managed to get herself injured
while sparring… an opponent.=^=
“Oh, my..” her thoughts were swimming in a mire of worry and guilt she
wasn’t quite sure she’d earned. ~Focus. If you’re to be a Captain’s wife
someday she’ll need your strength.~ She chastised herself before
continuing, “are there visiting hours?”
Casian was impressed how composed she sounded. He knew how Roxanne would
have been. Wanted to break his other arm.
=^=For the moment Keira in surgery having her arm repaired, but I’m certain
she’ll be done soon. Then it’s up to Doctor Edwards when you can visit.
But if you have trouble with him just let me know. I’m pretty sure I can
help out.=^=
“Thank you so much. I should be heading toward the infirmary soon, Kellis
out,” she said before closing the line.
There was a lot to prepare before she left their guest quarters. “Computer,
activate nanny hologram.”
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Emergency Department -
Captain Keira Merek, Ako Kellis, Major Sean Masters, V.Adm. T’Larah
Sullivan - 1850)
Her short legs scurried into the medical facility on station. She swiped a
hot tear off of her cheek while moving a lock of brown hair away from her
face.
She saw a well muscled man in what seemed like house clothes and a hastily
donned jacket that somehow looked familiar. The curiosity of where she’d
thought she’d seen him before was enough to temporarily keep her mind off
of why she was actually here. Accompanying him in the waiting area was a
woman, Vulcanoid wearing what looked like a black short robe with writing
on it that she was not familiar with. Kellis stood there fidgeting waiting
to be addressed. Since the other pair that seemed oddly familiar but not
intimate had arrived slightly before her, she dropped back into an
impromptu queue.
“Oh, we seem to have a few patients showing up.” the receptionist chirped.
She started questions to feed to the Triage Officer. She saw some bruising
and swelling on the female Vulcan’s left cheek, she was accompanied by a
larger man who seemed in not a good mood. She frowned and started making
notes on her PADD. Turning to the Vulcan, concern in her voice, “Ma’am,
can you accompany me so we can talk in private?”
Due to her years in security, T’Larah immediately picked up on what the
receptionist was attempting to do. “No worries, this is not a domestic
assault, despite what it appears to be.”
The receptionist’s surprise was noticeable, she had to switch gears, it
caught her off guard. “I…errr then how?”
“Sparring match. Elbow strike to the face.” T’Larah said plainly, just
facts.
Kellis caught that.~Sparring match?~
“I’ll be sure to let the triage officer know…” the woman said.
“And you ma’am?” the Receptionist pointed toward the Bajoran woman.
“I’m an emergency contact. Captain Dahr contacted me.” Kellis said quietly,
desperately holding something in.
“Who?” The receptionist asked.
“Captain Dahr? He’s in charge of the station. Haven’t met him, sounds like
a nice man.” Kellis dodged.
The clerk chuckled nervously, “No, who are you here to see?”
“Merek is the name.”
“I’ll let them know in the back.” the clerk said, then turned to T’Larah, “
and the triage officer will be with you as soon as they’re available.”
The Admiral nodded, then her and Masters sat down.
“So…you said sparring match.” Kellis said calmly, while sitting down. “Got
a bunch of sparring matches happening on the station? Tournament going on?”
“No tournaments, as far as I knew it was the only sparring match.” T’Larah
answered quickly.
Sean’s eyebrow arced at the seemingly innocuous but oddly specific
questions that the lady asked, but said nothing.
“So, you’re the one who assaulted my girlfriend.” Kellis growled through
gritted teeth, hot liquid streaming down both sides of her face, red as a
Veddic’s robes. Suddenly she was standing less than a meter in front of the
Admiral and her son.
Sean now immediately recognized where he remembered her from, “Oh, shit.”
“HOW DARE YOU!” the small woman bellowed, in defiance of her size it filled
the room.
The receptionist’s eyes were the size of a pair of small moons while she
hit a panic button under her station.
(Reply Security or Medical)
T’Larah was dumbfounded by the sudden explosion of tenacity.
“So, you just SIT like a bump on a log while SHE’s getting surgery?” Kellis
was somehow getting angrier. Her fists were white-knuckled by her side.
(Reply Security, Medical or Any)
(Posted by Todd with special guest appearance Al)
--
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1845) Colonel Nerys Gahnt
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2025 18:44:44 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase DS9 - Main Operations - Station Command - Colonel Nerys Gahnt -
1845)
Gahnt sat back in his seat and watched the viewscreen of the space in
Denorios Belt where the wormhole would open. There had been less traffic
through the wormhole over the past decade as the fall of the Federation
made exploration of the Gamma quadrant less of a priority.
And, of course, the Bajorans’ own withdrawal from the Federation made use
of the wormhole even more prohibitive. Which was all fine with Nerys as it
allowed him to pursue his own interests in the faith of his people and the
Sisco.
He often thought of how odd it was for him to sit in the same command
center as Benjamin Sisco and his own grandmother, Kira. She’d passed on
much to her grandson, including her faith and her tenacity. He always
strove to make her proud of him and live up to the reputations of his
predecessors.
In his past twenty-five years, there had only been one dark mark on his
record. He looked out at the starfield around the base, shaking his head.
Odd how he hadn’t thought of that in a couple of years.
“Colonel, there’s some unusual activity in the wormhole,” came the call
from the science station.
He turned his attention to the main view screen as the wormhole opened. A
ship suddenly emerged.
“What’s so strange about that?” he asked.
“Sir, we have no record of a ship entering the wormhole from the Gamma
quadrant.”
Gahnt looked stunned. “What?”
The sensors beeped, getting everyone’s attention. “The ship! It’s the
Auberjonois.”
Gahnt repeated, “What?”
“It’s the Auberjonois, Colonel… but… There are no lifesigns on board.”
“Wait, the ship’s powering up,” came a call from tactical. “It’s going to
warp.”
“Track it,” Nerys ordered, moving over to the tactical station.
“It’s disappearing into the Denorios Belt,” the tactical officer replied.
Gahnt stepped back and sighed. There was no sure way to track it in there.
Even with the new technology they had distortion from the neutrino
disturbances was too great. And he wouldn’t send a ship in there unless he
had to. Too many ships had been lost already. No, not for an unmanned
ship.
“The ship did send a message before it entered the belt, “Colonel,” the
operations officer reported.
Gahnt turned, “To whom?”
“Unknown.”
“Send a message to Mars with all the data you were able to retrieve. Let
me know when they reply.”
(reply none)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 1853) V.Adm. Sullivan, Maj. Masters, Ako Kellis
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 21:16:50 -0500
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom Deck 11 Medical facility Emergency Department - Vice
Admiral T'Larah Sullivan, Major Sean Masters & Ako Kellis - 1853)
"Ok What is the problem?" a woman said, walking in, carrying a phaser.
"You called security?" Ako said, looking at the receptionist in disbelief.
"Ma'am you look really angry..." the receptionist defended her actions, " I
don't know you, you could have done anything."
"Fair." Kellis said her hands releasing their white knuckle grip, her
shoulders dropped a bit as her tension dropped.
Sullivan stood. "Crewman, I'm Vice Admiral Sullivan, I thank you for your
diligence, but you can holster the phaser."
(Reply Green)
"We're all fine here now." She turned to Masters, "You're fine now, right
Major?"
"Cool as the flip side of the pillow, ma'am." Sean answered holding his
empty hands up.
"And you, Miss...?"
"Ako." Kellis answered the question, seeing the Admiral attempt to defuse
the situation.
"Miss Ako, you're okay now? Calm?" now both the Admiral's hands were up,
empty and non-threatening.
"Yes..." she said slowly. "I'm calmer."
"See we're all fine now." Sullivan said.
(Reply Green)
(Posted by Todd)
--
Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1855) Head Nurse - Lt Sally Brown
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 22:40:02 -0700
NRPG: Sice Todd already replied here I’m just going to go with the Green
post. Continuity be damned.
RPG:
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Deck 11 - Medical Center - Emergency Department - Head
Nurse - Lt Sally Brown- 1855)
Sally wasn’t the Bolian head nurses actual name. Apparently it was given to
her as a joke as it was the closest thing to her Bolian name that people
were able to say easily, so she just went with it. Now, years later, it had
just become her “common law” name.
When she had heard the kerfluff in the waiting room she had gone out to
deal with whatever issue had arrived in the E.D.. She found three women
facing off at each other. One look pissed off, one looked as though she
may be a patient and the third seemed to be a security lieutenant who
appeared to be a bit lost.
The tall Vulcan woman was speaking to the other two and the situation
seemed to have already been disarmed.
“See, we’re all fine now,” the Vulcan said calmly.
“Well I’m glad to hear that,” Sally said in her typical cheerful voice. “I
was afraid I was going to have to come out here and subdue the lot of you.
May I remind you all that you are in a hospital.”
(reply any, if you wish)
She turned to the security officer and said, “Now, Lieutenant, since the
raucous is over I do not believe you’re needed here, unless you’re injured.”
(reply Green)
Then she turned to the pretty brunette, and said, “And you, sweetie, how
can I help you?”
(reply Ako)
“Captain Merek is still in surgery,” Sally explained. “I’ll let Dr.
Edwards know you’re here and he’ll come out to see you when he’s done.”
Finally she turned to Vulcan, “Vice-Admiral, that looks like a nasty
bruise.” She refrained from reaching out with her hand knowing how Vulcans
were about being touched, but pulled out her probe and scanned the area.
“Let’s get you back into exam room 1 and I can treat that and make sure
there’s nothing more.”
(reply Sullivan)
(reply Green, Ako, Sullivan)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1900, 1904) XO Commander Quinna Solice, and CO Captain Casian Dahr
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2025 20:54:00 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
1900)
Quinna sat back in her quarters. She sat on the couch, reading a book she
had been meaning to finish while she was still in the Illumnar. Life on
the station is getting routine. The only thing she was missing was a
rotation in sickbay. She never knew how much she missed practicing
medicine. She really needed to talk to the CMO about getting a shift or
two.
As Quinna opened her book, a picture fell out. She picked it up and took a
look at it. Her brother is with her niece and nephew. She smiled. She
knew her parents would have loved them. Quinna started thinking about her
parents. What would they have thought about the family today? What would
they have thought about Michael? She wondered if Mom and Dad had stayed,
would Grandma still be alive?
Quinna’s book fell as she heard the distinctive chirping of a message.
Leaning over, she picked up the book, thinking she would ignore the
message. After all, she was on some much-needed downtime. The problem is
that Quinna could not let it be. Something told her to open it. Tossing
the book on the table in front of her, she crossed the room to her
terminal. As she sat, the alarm went off in her kitchen. The smell of her
baked Ziti was a great invasion of the room. She moved and turned off the
oven and the alarm, indicating that it was complete. She pulled it out of
the oven. What she needed was to let it sit before she could have some;
however, she figured a forkful might be hot but worth it, even though
something told her that Michael would not be happy if she ate without him,
but she was getting hungry.
Again, the chirping of a message caught her attention. Quinna dropped the
fork before she ate it and went back to the terminal. She sat with ease
and noticed that there were 4 messages. Her brother sent one along with a
message from Dr. Jacobson from the USS Sojourn. The last two, however,
caused Quinna to tremble. Even though Quinna has not experienced any
ghosts, two of them popped up in her inbox. She downloaded the messages,
then she read them.
“Oh My God!” Quinna exclaimed into an empty room. She scooped up the PADD
on which she downloaded the messages and ran out of her quarters. She had
no boots on, and her uniform tunic still lay sprawled across the chair to
the right of the couch. At this point, Quinna was on a one-track mind.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - CO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice and
CO Captain Casian Dahr - 1904 )
Quinna stood outside the door waiting for Captain Dahr. She read the
messages again, hoping that what she was reading was real. When the door
opened, Quinna stood straight, still not realizing that she was not in
complete uniform. “Sir, I need a huge
favor.”
Casian blinked at his partially disrobed executive officer in shock. “Ummm…
good evening, Commander? What, exactly, is the nature of said favor?”
Quinna, too anxious to stand still, much less sit, looked at her Commanding
Officer. “Sir, approximately 10 minutes ago. The message has been from a
ship that has been missing for 25 years. Almost 25 years to the day. The
USS Auberjonois. As you know, the ship went into the Bajorian wormhole
after all the civil population 25 years ago. The messages came from that
ship 10 minutes ago. Auberjonois is back.” Quinna, for once, showed
passion in her voice. She had always tried to conduct herself with
complete professionalism.
It took Casian a moment to make sense of the series of fragmented
sentences. Then, when it all fell into place, he stepped aside and spoke in
a soft, understanding voice. “Quinna, come inside. Tell me what you need.”
Quinna came inside but continued to pace. “Sir, I would like to take leave,
I am owed, and a shuttle and locate ho…the Auberjonios. The ship sent me
the message where it is. I recognize the area in the message. It exited
the wormhole and is located in the Denorios Belt.”
Casian managed to get hold of Solice’s shoulders to hold her still. Then he
moved her over to a sofa and got her seated.
“Ok, slow down and relax,” he said easily. “Let me get this straight. You
received a message from the Auberjonois. The same ship? Are you sure?”
“The message contained not only the ship’s prefix code and my father’s
code. He was the CMO and 3rd officer at the time of their
disappearance.”.
“And now you need a leave to go and investigate?” he summarized her
request.
“I have to. It’s my parents. My Family. It is … several families.”
He shook his head, “I’m not worried about what you are ‘owed’, Commander.
Of course, you have my leave. But a shuttle is out of the question when we
have a Starship docked, and the Hades can get you there in hours, compared
to the days it would take in a shuttle. Let me talk to Captain Merek.”
“Thank you, Sir, you don’t know how much I appreciate it,” Quinna said.
Quinna was ready to leave and pack her bag.”
“Also, I have a stipulation,” the captain added. “You cannot go alone. I
want you to take a security detail. I think Lt. Green should be enough. I
might send along an engineer, just in case. Perhaps Ms. Adams. Is that
acceptable?”
“That is completely acceptable.” Quinna was still elated.
“In that case,” Dahr said, standing up, “you'd better get packed. As of
this moment, you are on leave. Good luck, Quinna. I hope you find your
parents well.”
Now that things were set, Quinna was able to get her head clearer. “Sir, I
know interpersonal relationships and working together are sometimes a bad
idea. I have a gut feeling that, as well as Weston hears, he will insist on
coming. I would like to invite him to join as well, before he invites
himself?”
Dahr smiled and nodded, “Oddly enough, I was having the same feeling.
Fortunately, his time is not mine, for the most part. If he wants to go,
he’s welcome to do so. I’ll try not to have an intergalactic meltdown in
both of your absences.”
“Thank you.” Quinna turned to leave. Not only did she have to pack your
bags and plan a meeting to discuss the upcoming mission, but she also had to
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1910)XP Commander Quinna Solice and SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2025 20:13:12 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - SFI Office - XO Commander Quinna Solice and
Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1910 )
Quinna’s mind was calming, but planning. She was making her lists, things
to do and things to take. But the next on her list was to talk to
Michael. She sought him out and found him. She stood there watching
Michael before he noticed her. She liked to just watch him. This quiet
moment gave her a moment to slow down. “Hey there. What is keeping you
busy?”
Michael could feel Quinna’s eyes on him, but he needed to finish with the
report he was looking at or he ran the danger of putting it down and never
looking at it again. Once he could complete that then he could, in all good
conscience, never look at it again. The downside to being the deputy
director. The upside, however, was watching him do this tedious task.
“Busy,” he replied, “is not exactly what I’d call it. Occupied might be
more accurate. Thanks for coming in and reminding me why I haven’t gouged
my eyes out.” Then he stood up and moved over to hug her. “What brings
you to the Bastille?”
“Hey, we need to talk. Think I can take you from your work for a moment.”
Quinna asked.
Michael smiled. “For more than that, if you want. But why am I getting the
impression this isn’t in pursuit of… physical desires.”
Quinna crossed over to sit. “There is a mission. I want you to join.”
Quinna said, looking at him. “This is a more personal mission, but I am
taking a tea,m and I want you on it. Interested.”
Michael sat on the edge of his desk and crossed his legs. “Interested?
Intrigued is more like it. What did you have in mind?”
“I guess I should tell you the specifics if you wish to go with me.”
Quinna, realizing that Michael probably does not know what happened.
This sounded a great deal more than a simple case or doing something
dangerous. He put on his serious face and moved behind his desk.
“Ok,” he said, you know I’m in. Fill me in.”
“The USS Auberjonois, after being missing for 25 years, has emerged from
the Bajorian Wormhole. We are going to go reclaim her.” Quinna had a
brightness in her eyes. Quinna was leaving out the details of her
parents. She knew that Michael knew about her missing parents
“Auberjonois?” Michael’s voice showed his surprise. When they first met,
Michael had told Quinna that he knew more about her parents’ fate than
most. That was, to a degree, a true statement, considering nobody really
knew what happened. “Your parents’ ship? Wow.” A million questions were
running through his brain now, but he knew Quinna would tell him when she
would tell him. Right now, he had to be there for her. “Ok. What’s the
goal?”
“Our goal will be to reclaim the ship and ascertain what happened? What
was the mystery mission that led to a 25-year disappearance and everything
else?”
The mystery mission had been a topic of debate twenty-five years ago. So
much debate that any file that mentioned it had suddenly become so heavily
redacted that it would have taken mystical powers to uncover it. Or… the
tenacity of a young SFI operative. He still didn’t know all, but he knew
enough.
“Who’s coming with us?” he asked.
“Captain Dahr wants Ms. Green, Mr. Toks, and Ms. Wednesday to go with us.”
Quinna started.
Michael came around the desk as she talked and raised an intrigued eyebrow.
“Interesting choices.”
“The captain will get a hold of the Hades to transport us.” Quinna looked
Michael in the eyes. “Looks like you are going on another derelict ship
again. And you are going to be close to the little girl on the ship.” It
really hit Quinna how similar this mission was to the previous mission,
where they found little Leeza Pel. However, this time it was also quite
different.
Michael had managed not to think of Leeza Pel for a few weeks. Usually, it
was a flash of a memory of the little girl who had become like a little
sister to him. He quickly clouded the pain in his eyes, knowing the fate of
his Leeze was the same as Quinna’s own daughter. He smiled and stepped
inside her body space.
“But, hopefully,” he replied, “we won’t spend a year in an alternate
universe where everyone is trying to kill us. And this little girl won’t
pour a plate of spaghetti in my lap or mine my chairs with chocolate
cake.”
His face moved inches from Quinna’s as he said, “Or she may have to get a
spankin’ .”
“There will be no spanking of your XO, Mister,” Quinna then winked, “While
on this mission.”
Michael shook his head, “Ah, the foibles of being on a mission. At least
I’ll have something to look forward to after.”
Quinna shook her head and stood. I have a whole list of to-dos.” Quinna
said. “It feels weird. I may get all the answers I have been wanting for
a long time.”
Michael pulled her in for a supportive hug. “I hope you do, my love. I
hope you do.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1915) SBF CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 21:29:41 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - Captain’s Quarters - SBF CO - Captain Casian
Dahr - 1915)
Casian stood up and moved to the small study at the back of his quarters.
He sat down at the desk and activated the holographic computer display. He
tapped in a series of commands and opened a comm signal.
“This is Captain Casian Dahr from Starbase Freedom. I need to speak with
Captain Merek.”
=^=Please hold, Captain Dahr.=^=
There was a slight pause and then the interface came to life with the image
of Merek.
=^=Good evening.=^= Keira said. =^=To what do I owe the pleasure?=^=
“Captain,” Dahr nodded, “how’s the arm?”
=^= Got full range of motion back. Still a little stiff, but docs cleared
me for physical training on my own, but warned that I need to take it easy.
=^=
“I need a favor,” Dahr finally said. “Something has come up at DS9 and I
need to get a small team there ASAP. And since you’re in the neighborhood,
I was hoping I could impose myself on you.”
=^= Team out to do, what exactly? =^=
“To be honest, Keira, I’m not certain what it is,” Dahr admitted. “All I
know is that Solice needs to get there, and you’ve got the fastest ship in
the quadrant. What do you say?”
=^= How fast?=^= Keira offered, =^= With two Captains asking we might be
able to persuade the Brass to let us call this an emergency and use the
Coaxial drive, then I can get your team there in minutes.=^=
“Might give you a chance to stretch your warp nacelles,” Dahr said, “but
strictly speaking, I’m not sure the brass is aware of Quinna’s
involvement. I’m not really sure where they are in this matter. We are… on
the head of this nail.”
=^= Either way, I’m at your or should I say Doctor Solace’s disposal.
Besides I owe her one anyway from our Ensign days. =^=
Dahr wasn’t really certain what debt Merek owed his XO, perhaps it would be
something from him to check out while they are gone.
“Excellent,” he said with a smile. “Can you be here and ready to leave by
0800?”
=^= Yes, we have some auxiliary craft on maneuvers, they should be back by
2100. Which would leave us plenty of time for recovery and reset. We’ll be
ready by 0800 =^=
“Excellent,” he smiled feeling the camaraderie returning with the ships CO
that he’d only allowed himself to feel with a few people on Freedom. He was
finally starting to feel like he was home again in the fleet. “Thanks
Keira. See you soon. Freedom out.”
The screen went blank and he went in motion. His next call was not going to
be as easy going.
“Computer, open a channel to Deep Space 9 station.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1925) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2025 20:11:36 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - Captain’s Quarters - SBF CO - Captain Casian
Dahr - 1925)
The holographic screen on Dahr’s desk came to life displaying the image of
Nerys Gahnt. The Bajoran colonel smiled.
=^=Captain Dahr. Must say I’m a bit surprised to hear from you.=^=
Dahr smiled, “Colonel, yeah, were you expecting hear from someone else?”
=^=I was, in fact. We have something a brewing round here.=^=
“Something to do with the Auberjonois?” Casian asked.
There was an extended pause and Nerys’ face
Showed his genuine shock. =^=How did you…=^=
Dahr chuckled, "I have an inside source. Its actually why I called you
you, to confirm, first of all what has actually happened, and second to
give you a heads up.”
=^=Well, if your source told you that the Auberjonois has reemerged from
the wormhole after twenty-five years, then they are correct.=^=.
Dahr nodded.
=^=And the heads up?=^=
“The heads up is that my XO, Commanded Solice, will be heading out that way
with a small team to find out what’s going on with the ship,” he said.
Narys made a puzzled face. =^= How is that possible? I mean, it’s not
common knowledge. The ship emerged a little over a half hour ago and I
barely food off the horn with command.=^=
“I can’t tell you, Colonel,” Casian said, “but apparently she was contacted
by the ship. At least that’s what she told me. I know, it sounds a little
eerie.”
Gahnt looked thoughtful for a moment.
=^=Solice…Solice?=^=. He picked up a PADD and nodded. =^=I thought the name
sounded familiar. There was a married couple in the crew of the Auberjonois
names Solice. And they left a couple of little ones on the station. As I
recall they went to live with a family member on Earth.=^=
“That would be Commander Solice. She has a vested interest in this mission.”
=^=I can imagine. I’ll need to get confirmation from command. But I’ll
halp as much as I can.=^=
“Any idea where the ship is now?” Casian asked.
=^=Sensors have the Auberjonois entering the Denorios Belt after exiting
the wormhole. We really haven’t been able to get a good lock on it since
then. The tachyon eddies have been stronger lately.=^=
“Is there anything you can tell me before I send my team into the briar
patch?”
=^=Only that our initial scans before the ship went to warp showed no signs
of life on board the ship. I have people going through the scan data more
thoroughly as we speak. I might have more information later.=^=.
Dahr nodded, “Sounds good. Thanks for the time.”
=^=Thank you for the heads up. DS9 out.=^=
The screen went blank and then disappeared. Casian contemplated the
conversation. Then he downloaded the content and forwarded it to Quinna.
There hadn’t been much but he remembered an old colleague who once
postulated, “A man’s survival could depend on a mere scrap of
information.” And this qualified as a scrap.
(reply Solice, if you want)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1930) XO - Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2025 20:25:35 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
1930)
Quinna sat at the conference table. Everything was last-minute, but things
rolled faster than she knew, and they were leaving early in the morning.
Quinna pulled out her PADD. First, she needed to send the message.
“Computer, send messages to Deputy Director Weston, Mr. Toks, Ensign Adams,
and Lt. Green. ‘Sorry for the last minute, but I need you to attend a
meeting in the conference room in 30 minutes.'” and then it was sent.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
Quinna started pulling up the information on the mission. She was flipping
through the list of needs. Power sources, portable console power banks.
There were field rations and, of course, a list of access codes. Quinna
wanted to make sure her field medic pack was full. The CMO in her was
still there.
Mindlessly, Quinna picked up her coffee as she flipped through her PADD to
see if her mini briefing was set. A picture popped up on her PADD. It was
a picture of her parents with her brother. Quinna had taken the picture.
They were on the last trip they took as a family. It was the trip where
her parent abandoned her and her brother right after. Where they…. Quinna
quickly flipped the image. This was not about them. It was about the ship.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost (1 - 1930) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 11:14:01 -0500
NPRG: Undate Quinna's Location
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1930)
Quinna sat at the conference table. Everything was last-minute, but things
rolled faster than she knew, and they were leaving early in the morning.
Quinna pulled out her PADD. First, she needed to send the message.
“Computer, send messages to Deputy Director Weston, Mr. Toks, Ensign Adams,
and Lt. Green. ‘Sorry for the last minute, but I need you to attend a
meeting in the conference room in 30 minutes.'” and then it was sent.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
Quinna started pulling up the information on the mission. She was flipping
through the list of needs. Power sources, portable console power banks.
There were field rations and, of course, a list of access codes. Quinna
wanted to make sure her field medic pack was full. The CMO in her was
still there.
Mindlessly, Quinna picked up her coffee as she flipped through her PADD to
see if her mini briefing was set. A picture popped up on her PADD. It was
a picture of her parents with her brother. Quinna had taken the picture.
They were on the last trip they took as a family. It was the trip where
her parent abandoned her and her brother right after. Where they…. Quinna
quickly flipped the image. This was not about them. It was about the ship.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1931) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 08:37:03 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 5 - Diplomatic Level - SFI Office - SFI Deputy
Director Michael Weston - 1931)
Michael had already been prepared for Quinna’s call. After all, she had
just left him. He spent the last twenty minutes putting together his, as
Quinna would call it, little bag of tricks.
He changed into his “working clothes”, consisting of black slacks, a black
t-shirt, and his black jacket. Looking at himself in the full length mirror
he frowned. He touched the fabric of the jacket as though it was an old
lover.
“Been too long, my friend,” he said to himself.
Then he picked up the thin pouch and put it around his waist, pulling the
shirt over it making it near invisible. He picked up the final item from
his desk too and slipped it into the hidden pocket of the jacket. His gold
card.
Finally feeling whole, Michael picked up his go bag and headed out the
door.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Loubge - SFI Deputy Director
Michael Weston - 1935)
When Michael entered the Conference room he was not surprised to only find
Quinna. He smiled at the sight of her. And she was typically, intolerably,
early. She looked very much in her element at the center of the table.
He moved over to the replicator and ordered a glass of iced mint tea,
refusing to drink replicated coffee. That reminded him that he needed to be
sure that he made sure to have his coffee bean supply when they left.
Then he moved over to the table and smiled at Quinna.
“Commander,” he said formally, “you look… very in charge here.”
(reply Quinna)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1950) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 13:22:32 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1950)
Wednesday straightened out her uniform before entering the conference room.
She was a little nervous. It was the first time she’d been asked to go on
a mission. And after the whole problem with the station’s AI, after she had
programmed its personality sub programming leading to the AI having a crush
on the CO, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get out of the computer terminal
room.
But here she was, and she stepped into the room. There was only Commander
Solice and the SFI deputy director there. She had to admit to be a little
relieved that Captain Dahr was not. She walked over to the table and found
a seat.
Standing behind the chair she fidgeted a little as she addressed the pair
sitting next to one another.
“Commander Solice,” she said, trying to exude confidence, “Deputy Director.”
(reply Solice)
She sat down and put her PADD on the desk and waited.
(reply Solice, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost of (1-1950) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2025 15:37:05 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1950)
Wednesday straightened out her uniform before entering the conference room.
She was a little nervous. It was the first time she’d been asked to go on
a mission. And after the whole problem with the station’s AI, after she had
programmed its personality sub programming leading to the AI having a crush
on the CO, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get out of the computer terminal
room.
But here she was, and she stepped into the room. There was only Commander
Solice and the SFI deputy director there. She had to admit to be a little
relieved that Captain Dahr was not. She walked over to the table and found
a seat.
Standing behind the chair she fidgeted a little as she addressed the pair
sitting next to one another.
“Commander Solice,” she said, trying to exude confidence, “Deputy Director.”
(reply Solice)
She sat down and put her PADD on the desk and waited.
(reply Solice, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 2000) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2025 20:42:52 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice -
2000)
After everyone came in and was settled. Quinna took a deep breath and
stood. This was it. “Thank you for coming so late.” Quinna clicked a
button, and a picture of a starship came up. ”What I am about to tell you
is so classified that even fleet admirals are unaware of the situation. As
of right now, you all have been given the clearance to be in the known.”
Quinna strolled over to the screen. “This is the USS Auberjonois. 25
years ago, this ship entered the Bajorian wormhole. Its mission is
unknown. It was last seen when it entered. So what you need to know is
that as of 1845. Just over an hour ago, the ship emerged from the wormhole
and then went to warp.”
“Our Mission is to retrieve the Auberjonois,” Quinna added and waited for
anyone to say anything. She was not ready to reveal any personal
connections to the ship.
(Reply Gree, Weston, Adams, Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost ( 1 - 2000) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 11:12:34 -0500
Updated Quinna's location.
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 2000)
After everyone came in and was settled. Quinna took a deep breath and
stood. This was it. “Thank you for coming so late.” Quinna clicked a
button, and a picture of a starship came up. ”What I am about to tell you
is so classified that even fleet admirals are unaware of the situation. As
of right now, you all have been given the clearance to be in the known.”
Quinna strolled over to the screen. “This is the USS Auberjonois. 25
years ago, this ship entered the Bajorian wormhole. Its mission is
unknown. It was last seen when it entered. So what you need to know is
that as of 1845. Just over an hour ago, the ship emerged from the wormhole
and then went to warp.”
“Our Mission is to retrieve the Auberjonois,” Quinna added and waited for
anyone to say anything. She was not ready to reveal any personal
connections to the ship.
(Reply Gree, Weston, Adams, Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=281_-_2001=29_SFI/Temporal_Affairs-_Spec?= =?utf-8?q?ial_Agent_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 11:24:20 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 2001) SFI/temporal Affairs Special Agent Tixen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 3 - XO Quarters - special Agent T’xen Toks - 2001)
Quinna took a deep breath and stood. “Thank you for coming so late……What I am about to tell you is so classified that even fleet admirals are unaware of the situation. As of right now, you all have been given the clearance to be in the know.”
Quinna moved over to the screen. “This is the USS Auberjonois. 25 years ago, this ship entered the Bajorian wormhole. Its mission is unknown. It was last seen when it entered. So what you need to know is that as of 1845. Just over an hour ago, the ship emerged from the wormhole and then went to warp.”
“Our Mission is to retrieve the Auberjonois,” Quinna added and waited for anyone to say anything. She was not ready to reveal any personal connections to the ship.
“Marai, what do we know about this situation?” Toks asked.
=^=Only what the Commander has shared at the moment. This implies that the situation is unfolding within the prime timeline. I will reach out to headquarters for further details.=^=
Toks looked back at Solice. “Anything I can do to help you Commander. My ship and I are ready to support you.”
(Reply Solice, 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: (1-2002) LT Raven Green Reposted for Edward
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2025 11:10:00 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge - LT Raven Green - 2002)
Raven entered the conference lounge as requested and settled in on a
chair. She could see the importance of this meeting in her eyes. After
getting the brief classified information Raven didn't have many questions
but will as the mission unfolds. All she had to know right now is to
protect Quinna any way she can. Before coming to Starbase Freedom she
served on Deep Space 9 so she should have an idea of the area when they get
there. She has seen the wormhole from the station several times. She
asked some of her questions to clarify what will happen when they get there.
"I will protect you any way I can Ma'am. I spent some time at DS9 so I
have a familiarity of the station. I have seen the wormhole several times
on the station. What is the objective when we find the ship?
(Reply Quinna, Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 2004) CMO, Lt Dural Methor DrPH & Engineer, Lt. JG Emar
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2025 23:30:28 -0500
NRPG: Say hello to a returning veteran reboot player Rob Davis. He'll be
playing a Cardassian Engineer this time. Al and I are attempting to work
adding him to the mailers. Since Tony started working on the site in
earnest it seems the ability to add or subtract players is disabled. Until
it is resolved, I've been adding Rob's address so that he can see posts.
Please welcome Rob back, hopefully we'll get to add him formally soon.
RPG:
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(USS Hades - Nine and Dine - CMO Lt. Dural Methor DrPH & Engineer Lt. JG
Emar -2004)
It was rather late. Dural usually had dined earlier than this, but he had
to stay a little later than usual cataloguing all the patient transfers,
finishing paperwork. Dotting all the I’s and crossing all the T’s. He
decided a meal out on the ship would be an experience that he would like to
start, on the eve before “shoving off”. As they were due to leave tomorrow
at 0800, doing so on the ship would be best.
The server brought his order a flight of Taspar Eggs, all lined up in a
frame. He brought it with the traditional rapping wand used to crack the
shell.
“Enjoy, Doctor!” the server said with a smile. Dural returned the gesture
and looked down at his meal.
Emar Derok, a male Cardassian who had just been assigned to the Hades for
just about 26 hours as a member of the engineering team who had transferred
from Starbase Freedom, walked into Nine and Dine. A rather interesting
name, Emar thought. He hadn't been there before and with nothing else to do
he decided to wander the ship.
One of the first things he noticed with ice grey eyes was another
Cardassian sitting at the bar and eating a meal. It had been almost 2 years
since Emar had seen another Cardassian with his own two eyes.
~ That must be the Doctor that Ensign Remy had mentioned early.~
Emar approached the bar and sat down a couple spots away from the other
Cardassian.
“ Good Evening Lieutenant.” Emar said as he sat. “ You don't think they'd
be able to make a decent Zabu Stew around here ?” Asked with a chuckle to
his voice, not being serious as Zabu Stew wasn't exactly something they
would serve on a starfleet vessel.
“Greetings,” Dural said with a smile. “The replicators don't quite do a
real Zabu justice.”
“ I suppose I'll get a cheeseburger and fries.” Emar said with a laugh and
typed his order on the interface on the bar's surface. Before him appeared
the requested meal, arriving via the bars built in replicator option.
“Sampling the local cuisine?” Dural asked while rapping on an eggshell
precisely cracking it with practiced ease.
“ I've gotten used to having more bland menu options since coming to earth
and joining starfleet. Although there is a bar on Trill that serves real
and authentic Kanar Red Blend, very refreshing.”
“Which establishment? It's been two years since I've stepped foot on Trill
Prime…” memories of the jaunt to Trill aboard the Mystique flooded back but
the Doctor dismissed them, “Where are my manners? I'm Dural, and you are?”
“Emar, Emar Derok. The place on Trill is called The Sa'Sani Bar. Owned and
operated by a rather round Bolian man who specializes in exotic imports of
authentic alcohols and trinkets.”
“Nice to meet you Emar.” Dural said with a smile. “I’ll have to check out
that establisment the next time we’re in the area.” He motioned to the
stool next to him, “ please sit.”
“ I mean this with absolutely no offense intended, but it is odd seeing
another Cardassian face in a starfleet uniform. I've heard there are only 9
of us in the whole of Starfleet.” Emar laughed and took a bite of his
burger.
“Nine?” Dural said with surprise. “I’m intrigued that there's more than
one. When I joined I was the first.”
“ Graduating Class of this year had five alone, I was one of 2 last year.
The others are Enlisted.” Emar explained. “ An Ensign told me earlier that
there was another Cardassian aboard, a Doctor.”
“I’m the CMO of this ship. Until I’m fired or they find someone better,”
Dural said with a smirk. “Which department are you gracing on our fine
vessel?”
“ Engineering, fixer of broken things and innovator of the future, or so
the Academy told us.” He laughed.
“Engineering.” Dural said, scooping out a bite of cooked egg, and
swallowed. “Your boss will be Lieutenant Alouron, can’t miss her.”
“ Ah yes, she was busy today so I didn't get a chance to meet with her,
I've heard she's quite the individual. My primary interest is the Captain
of course, she's an Engineer as well and from what I've read of her work
she's one hell of an engineer, hopefully she isn't the sort to stand over
someone's shoulder while they reconfigure the focus emitter housing on a
transporter pad.” Emar chuckled a bit.
“Ha, if one thing could be said of Captain Merek, she is not a micro
manager.” Dural explained, pointing the utensil for emphasis. “Worked with
her since we both left the Mars facility. If you show that you're competent
at your job, she'll give you the space to do it.”
“ That's a relief.” Emar said and took another bite of his burger and
chewed a bit. “ I have a Kotra board that was gifted to my grandfather by
Gul Kaltek, or something like that as an anniversary gift. It has been some
a while since I've enjoyed an honest match.” Emar said, extending the offer
for Dural to play.
“It's been so long.” Dural said, reminiscing about the gameboard the
orphanage matron had brought home one day. They knew she had salvaged it
from somewhere . Pieces were missing, they'd replaced those with pebbles
and then argue over exactly which pieces were replaced. “Last game I had
that was a challenge was in my days in the Cardassian military.”
“ I've taught several friends to play over the years, but there is nothing
like playing another Cardassian. No offense to others but it's easier to
play someone who has an almost innate sense of the concept.” Emar said with
a laugh. In truth Emar was excited to be serving on a ship with another
Cardassian. Emar had no issues with other races and found being around them
to be an enriching experience but sometimes it just felt good to be around
other Cardassians.
“I've gone back home a few times, since joining Starfleet, there is nothing
like spending time with one's people to get centered again.” Dural
admitted.
“ I know the feeling.” Emar himself was born and raised on Bajor around
fewer than 30 Cardassians at any given time.
“You may want to adjust your quarters somewhat. You know how dreadfully
cold and uncomfortable Starfleet standard environmental settings can be.
Makes me sluggish.”
“ I had the same issue on Freedom however the Tailor on board provided me
with a Thermoregulating undergarment called a Fazul that fits snuggly under
my uniform. If you have time I suggest you go see him, tell him I sent
you.” Emar suggested and took the last bite of his burger.
“I shall look into it when I have some free on duty hours.” Dural promised
taking another swallow of his meal.
“ Well it has been great talking with you Dural, im going to head to main
engineering and watch them cycle the plasma, something I've been told is
quite the sight.” Emar said.
“I hope you enjoy yourself and have a lovely evening.” Dural smiled.
“ Have a good evening.” Emar said and gently bowed his head to Dural as he
stood then walked away, but turned back. “ The Tailor's name is Jez by the
way.” He said with a snap of his fingers and walked off.
(Reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 2015) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2025 17:56:59 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 2015)
Quinna looked around the conference table at the support.
“Our Mission is to retrieve the Auberjonois,” Quinna added, and waited for
anyone to respond. She was not ready to reveal any personal connections to
the ship.
“Marai, what do we know about this situation?” Toks asked.
Quinna was a bit irked. She knew that Tok’s AI was valuable, but to
Quinna, it seemed like she was not convincing about her knowledge.
Although internally she was put out, externally she nodded as she showed no
signs that she let that bother her.
=^=Only what the Commander has shared at the moment. This implies that the
situation is unfolding within the prime timeline. I will reach out to
headquarters for further details.=^=
Toks looked back at Solice. “Anything I can do to help you, Commander. My
ship and I are ready to support you.”
“Thank you. We are getting a lift.”
Green spoke up. "I will protect you any way I can, Ma'am. I spent some
time at DS9, so I have familiarity with the station. I have seen the
wormhole several times on the station. What is the objective when we find
the ship?
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I do not need personal protection on
this one. What will you be doing to provide security on this mission? I
am going to need your help to secure the Aubie.” Quinna turned, “Ms.
Adams, I need you to make your way to Engineering. Get an assessment of
the Engineering systems. Mr Toks, I want you to work with her to get
Engineering secured.”
(Replies Green, Adams, Toks)
“Mr. Weston, we will need access to the bridge. You and I will be taking
care of that.” Quinna felt that if any past emotions were evoked, then
Quinna wanted Michael there.
(Reply Weston)
“I anticipate we would need a power source and some individual console
power sources. I am also thinking we would need some rations and some of
your own personal tools that you feel that we need. Am I missing
anything?” Quinna asked.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
“We leave tomorrow on the Hades at 0800. Is everyone in?” Quinna needed
confirmation one last time.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
“OK, see you in the morning, dismissed.” Quinna then collapsed in the
chair, relieved that the meeting was over but anxious about what was to
come.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2015) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2025 17:34:33 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - XO Commander Quinna
Solice - 2015)
Quinna looked around the conference table at the support.
“Our Mission is to retrieve the Auberjonois,” Quinna added, and waited for
anyone to respond. She was not ready to reveal any personal connections to
the ship.
“Marai, what do we know about this situation?” Toks asked.
Quinna was a bit irked. She knew that Tok’s AI was valuable, but to
Quinna, it seemed like she was not convincing about her knowledge.
Although internally she was put out, externally she nodded as she showed no
signs that she let that bother her.
=^=Only what the Commander has shared at the moment. This implies that the
situation is unfolding within the prime timeline. I will reach out to
headquarters for further details.=^=
Toks looked back at Solice. “Anything I can do to help you, Commander. My
ship and I are ready to support you.”
“Thank you. We are getting a lift.”
Green spoke up. "I will protect you any way I can, Ma'am. I spent some
time at DS9, so I have familiarity with the station. I have seen the
wormhole several times on the station. What is the objective when we find
the ship?
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I do not need personal protection on
this one. What will you be doing to provide security on this mission? I
am going to need your help to secure the Aubie.” Quinna turned, “Ms.
Adams, I need you to make your way to Engineering. Get an assessment of
the Engineering systems. Mr Toks, I want you to work with her to get
Engineering secured.”
(Replies Green, Adams, Toks)
“Mr. Weston, we will need access to the bridge. You and I will be taking
care of that.” Quinna felt that if any past emotions were evoked, then
Quinna wanted Michael there.
(Reply Weston)
“I anticipate we would need a power source and some individual console
power sources. I am also thinking we would need some rations and some of
your own personal tools that you feel that we need. Am I missing
anything?” Quinna asked.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
“We leave tomorrow on the Hades at 0800. Is everyone in?” Quinna needed
confirmation one last time.
(Reply Weston, Toks, Adams, Green)
“OK, see you in the morning, dismissed.” Quinna then collapsed in the
chair, relieved that the meeting was over but anxious about what was to
come.
(Reply to any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2017) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 13:19:10 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge - Engineering Officer -
Ensign Wednesday Adams - 2017)
Wednesday listened intently to the briefing intently. It seemed pretty
straightforward, but she had the feeling that the commander was holding
something back. Perhaps it was just her hypersensitivity to the moods of
others. The trouble with being a Wiccan.
“Ms Adams,” Solice spoke to her, “I need you to make your way to
Engineering. Get an assessment of the Engineering systems. Mr. Toks, I want
you to work with her to get Engineering secured.”
Wednesday looked over at the green tinged being across from her and nodded
to him. “Yes ma’am,” she replied, returning her eyes to the XO. In her head
she was thinking, ~Just me and that guy to run the whole of engineering?
That should be fun. I wonder if that make Captain Scott’s list of
impossible things to accomplish.~ She wished that Bohb hadn’t left with
the Illumnar. She could use his advice right now. She looked at her PADD
and noted the small note that she had etched into it. WWBD. What would
Bohb do?
Then she knew what to do and started to download the schematics of the
Auberjonois. The design schematics and engineering logs loaded onto her
PADD and she already began started to take notes
(reply Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-2020) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 17:18:58 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge - SFI Deputy Director
Michael Weston - 2020)
Michael listened as Quinna assessed the situation for the others. He could
appreciate her keeping some details to herself. However he would advise
later, in private, that it would be prudent to let them in on some of the
details.
Some details he only knew because of his past research into the ship's
initial loss when he was a fledgling SFI operative. The information was now
deeply buried in security codes.
“Mr. Weston,” Quinna addressed him a in an official capacity, “we will need
access to the bridge. You and I will be taking care of that.”
The last time Michael had a hand at accessing a derelict bridge he wound up
in an alternate universe for a year, which passed in less than a week for
Quinna.
“You can count on me,” he replied, trying to cover his feeling of impending
doom. “What do you think we’ll need?”
“I anticipate we would need a power source and some individual console
power sources,” she said. “I am also thinking we would need some rations
and some of your own personal tools that you feel that we need. Am I
missing anything?”
He winked at her, “The tools are already packed. Perhaps Ms. Green can help
me with provisions. I would think only a couple of days. I’m pretty
confident that Wednesday can get the replicators up and running by then, if
needed.”
Wednesday blushed at the compliment, “It probably won’t take that long, but
I’ll have to see what the situation is first before I can make any hard
promises.”
“Beyond that I think all we’re missing is a full crew to run the ship.”
(reply Solice, Toms. Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0630) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2025 22:19:08 -0500
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 2, Personal Quarters - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Ako
Kellis - 0630)
Keira stirred at the sound of her alarm. Her arm was still sore from the
surgery. "You up?" Kellis asked softly. "Yeah." came Keira's groggy answer
barely audible over the pleasant until you have to wake up to it tone that
was the alarm. "Alarm off." Kellis snapped at the infernal machine.
Her surroundings came into focus as she woke up Keira noticed Kellis was
wedged behind her back and the bed holding her tightly.
"Why am I like this?" Keira asked as it wasn't the position they normally
woke up in.
"You were tossing and turning last night. Going over stuff in your head I
don't know, but you kept banging your arm into things. So I shoved my
shoulder under your back, kept your arm off the bed and held on so you
wouldn't move around so much." Kellis explained as Keira swung her legs
over the side of the bed.
"Did it work?" Keira asked genuinely curious.
"Seemed to," Kellis answered. "You slept the rest of the night."
"Thank you." Keira said genuinely. She began cautiously moving her arm
joints.
The Bajoran shrugged. "I hate seeing you in pain. Speaking of, station
doctor gave you a hypo, when is your next dose due?"
"About right now." Keira admitted.
"I'll get that ready, you go wake up Rayna," was suggested.
"Shirt first, then Rayna." Keira said.
"Hmmm shirt, hypo then rambunctious ball of bottled lightning?" she
countered.
"Alright." Keira said and a different tone interrupted them.
"Who would call at this hour?" the brunette woman asked.
"Shirt, then call, final answer." Keira said. The Bajoran nodded and
grabbed a uniform undershirt of the rack. She helped her get the shirt on
over damaged, but recently repaired and stiff tissues.
The tone chimed again. The Bajoran woman grabbed a hair tie, putting it in
her mouth and gathered up the Captain's straw colored hair and slipped the
elastic tie on.
The Romulan woman straightened up and faced the comm panel on the desk.
"Accept call."
[Voice print verification required.]
"Keira Valora Merek, Captain USS Hades." Keira said calmly and evenly her
full known name.
[Voice print recognized.]
The UFP seal was replaced with the Face of Admiral Sullivan already in full
uniform. "Greetings, Captain."
"You...." the Bajoran hissed, her eyes narrowed.
Keira shot her girlfriend a look. She responded, "I guess I'll wake up
Rayna..." and stormed off.
"What can I do for you, Admiral?" Keira said; she had considered last
night's incident closed.
The Admiral's practiced eye looked past yesterday's opponent to the wall
behind her, in the visible field. =^=What is that decoration?=^=
Keira didn't even look behind her, she knew what the Admiral was referring
to. "Owlbear pelt."
=^=What...=^= T'Larah paused, =^= ..is an Owlbear?=^=
"Large quadrupedal creature native to a world the Federation is currently
in negotiations with. Exeter made contact with them over a year ago. I was
part of the entourage, during a ride using some of my free time an
atmospheric glider had crashed on the surface apparently in the territory
of one of these creatures with some characteristics of a bear and some of
an owl. I had to kill the creature to save the pilot."
The Admiral visibly straightened up, apparently impressed. =^= Well, I
called to inform you I've delayed your departure. I'll be meeting you and
your senior staff in your conference lounge Oh-eight hundred today. =^=
"May I be candid, sir?" Keira asked an edge to her voice.
The older woman nodded. =^= Go ahead.=^=
"What's this about Admiral? Does this have to do with our last mission? I
know you spoke to my officers."
There was a pause as the Admiral considered her next words. =^= It has
something to do with your previous mission, yes.=^=
~What is she going to finish the job and beat up the rest of my officers?
At least Dogan would stop her.~
Keeping her bearing despite her internal monologue, "Which officers would
you like, sir?"
=^= I'll send you a list. See you in less than two hours. Sullivan out. =^=
The screen went back to the UFP seal before going dark again.
"The patient has a visitor." Kellis said as she heard the line
close."Gently now Rayna..."
The barely contained ball of energy thundered across the living space
"Keira!"
"Hey Rayna!" Keira said as the girl arrived by her side.
"Are you hurt?" the little raven haired girl said with equal parts
ignorance and innocence.
"A little, but I'll get better. The doctors helped fix me." Keira
explained.
"You never came home last night." she said meekly.
"We were supposed to do something, weren't we?" Keira said.
"Uh-huh." Rayna said.
"We'll do something after my shift." Keira promised. "But we're due to get
underway today, so it might be a little later than usual."
"Now?" Rayna half asked half demanded.
"Can't now..." Keira started to explain. Then the hiss of the hypospray was
heard as Kellis pressed the hypo to the Blonde woman's shoulder muscle.
Rayna started giggling. "Got you!"
Keira in mocked alarm and shock, "You conspired against your Captain!"
"Yup, pure mutiny, that was." Kellis said in a playful tone. Rayna was
still giggling.
"Seriously, though.." Keira said with a frown "I have a meeting and then
we're leaving and everyone has to be at their posts."
"Promise?" Rayna asked.
"As much as I can," Keira said. "Why don't you go to the replicator and
grab some breakfast? Whatever you want."
"Coffee for you?" Kellis asked.
"Raktajino, strong. I'll need it." Keira answered.
She keyed up the messaging subroutines and sent messages to Ire, Jayc,
Dogan, Dural and Masters for the meeting in the conference room at zero
eight hundred. She then pressed send.
With that accomplished she could spend an hour with her chosen family
before she had to run off to work.
(Reply any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 0730, 0759, 0801) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2025 20:07:03 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0730)
It happened, it finally happened. Quinna was the first to arrive for
departure. She started looking around to see that there were supplies
stacked on the transport ready for departure. All Quinna needed was the
team. Quinna pulled a travel coffee to her lips and drank her favorite
drink.
(Repies as you arrive.)
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- NCO
Aiden Parker -- 0759)
=^= Hades to Freedom Base, this is Captain Merek. We are at the
predetermined coordinates and await personnel transfer. =^=
“Hades, we have you on sensors, and the team is ready to beam over.”
=^= Understood, inform them we'll meet them in the transporter room. Hades
out.=^=
Aiden then turned to the waiting away team, “Ok, you are cleared for
Departure .”
Quinna smiled, “Thank you,” She then turned to the rest of the group,
“Let’s go.” Quinna gestured to the transporter pad. Quinna was the last
to get into position, “Energize when ready.”
(Replies if any)
(USS Hades -- Transporter room -- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 0801)
Molecules ran randomly through space and then reassembled on the transport
pad of the USS Hades. She opened her mouth, “Permission to come aboard?”
She asked with her coffee still tight in her hands.
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 - 0750, 0807) CO, Captain Keira Merek, Et al.
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2025 00:37:12 -0500
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0750)
Kiera had walked over from her ready room to the Observation lounge.
Wearing full uniform, with the addition of a medical brace for her arm
while on duty for the next couple of days. It was weird doing things with
her non-dominant left arm that she was used to doing with her right. She
was given the choice of a medical forcefield or archaic straps, cloth and
pads, she chose the latter. Partially for an engineering reason, if some
stellar phenomenon took out powered objects ship wide it wouldn't
affect her, also partially because Keira had always felt a connection to
the past, growing up on a frontier colony sometimes had that effect on
people. She had however gotten several stolen glances on the bridge
strapped into a big bulky medical device. They tried hiding it but she
caught it anyway. She elected not to say anything.
She waited for the others to arrive, and the presumed nth degree she and
her crew was going to get from the head of Internal Affairs.
(Reply Ire, Jayc, Dogan, Dural, Masters)
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Keira Merek, Chief
IA, Vice Admiral T'Larah Sullivan, CMO Lt. Dural Methor, MCO, Major Sean
Masters - 0807)
The Majority of the people had made it in with Dural and Masters
squeaking in just before the zero-eight deadline.
The tension was palpable, quiet until just before the chronometer would
change, the Admiral walked in.
"This looks like everyone." the Admiral began, sensing that questions hung
in the air she spoke. "I've reviewed your last mission. Intrigued by the
specimen that you brought in." She indicated to Lt. Cmdr Jayc. "A creature
with unsettling abilities and that whose individual existance was not on
any official log, database or data repository. Quite frankly it stank to
Sha Ka Ree. With my clearance I should be able to find *something.* I dug
deeper. Thinking that perhaps something or someone untoward was happening.
I looped in an old friend from Starfleet Security and it was agreed that
since I was already 'on the ground' I would begin an investigation. The one
common denominator was your crew, which seemed like a reasonable place to
start."
Keira opened her mouth to speak, face hinted at an indignation, but
Sullivan held up a finger. "I'd advise against that, Captain."
Keira held her tongue for now, waiting to see how this played out.
"I reviewed the logs, established a reasonable person standard with another
crew I had on hand, my next move was to determine motives and if there were
any inconsistencies indicative of coercion, or any clandestine activities.
I interviewed your officers, and with the exception of one initially
obstinate one, were all cooperative. I had scheduled a review of your
computer core if those interviews were inconsistent, but in my judgement
that was unnecessary."
"So my crew and I are guilty?" Keira softly interjected. "Or is it just me
you are after?"
"Far from it, Captain, your crew shouldn't be condemned, they could be
commended." She tapped her combadge, "Number one, send over package Alpha."
A stack of small wooden boxes materialized on the table. The Admiral
grabbed the top one.
"Commander Williams. For your leadership of the away team tasked with the
successful retrieval of Research Outpost Forty-Seven survivors it is by my
hand on this stardate you are here by awarded the Starfleet Achievement
Medal." She fixed the full medal retrieved from the box, displayed leveled
two centimeters below his combage. She then nodded.
"Congratulations Commander."
(Reply Ire)
"Lieutenant Commander Jayc, your communication with the cosmozoan species
revealed an intelligence that it was clear Starfleet had underestimated
them. With that fact in mind your actions qualify as diplomacy. You are
here by awarded the Sarek Medal of Merit for establishing communication
with newly recognized intelligent life, in keeping with the very core of
starfleet mores and values." She fixed the medal, just as before two
centimeters below Jayc's combadge. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander."
(Reply Jayc)
"Lieutenant Dogan, post." She said obtaining a third box. "Your actions in
the rescue of the survivors of outpost forty-seven, using your strength and
placing your body at risk for those same survivors is no mean feat.
Therefore I am awarding you the Gold Lifesaving Medal." She fixed the
medal, the same as before. "Congratulations, Lieutenant."
(Reply Dogan)
The Admiral obtained the next box and waited for the Brikar to return to
his previous position.
"Major Masters, post." she said simply.
The Marine snapped quickly to attention and moved quickly in a blink he was
standing tall directly in front of the Admiral.
"Major your use of your Drop ship as a power source was a brilliant piece
of improvised engineering. You are hereby awarded the Cochrane Medal of
Merit. Your quick thinking shored up the SIF of the station long enough for
the survivors to be evacuated. Excellent work."
As she affixed the Medal in the same place as all the others, she whispered
simply "Your father and I are proud of you."
For the briefest of moments as Sean was flooded with emotions that he
usually kept buried, one of his eyes twitched, and he blinked. In that
blink the discipline had reasserted itself. "Thank you ma'am." Sean moved
out smartly, and found a place towards the back separate from the rest.
"Doctor Methor. You're up." the Admiral stated.
Dural lumbered carefully towards the front within the Admiral's reach.
"Doctor I'm told in medical circles that what you experienced was
called a *mass
casualty event. *Is that true?" the Admiral questioned.
"Yes, ma'am." Dural answered evenly.
"From what I understand, mass casualty events are make or break events in
the halls of medicine. They either make the medical staff better, more
confident in their abilities or they do the opposite. You and your staff
experienced one that lasted for several days as you returned to Starbase
Freedom. You did so without a single loss of life. I hereby award you the
Crusher Medal of Merit." she said while fixing the medal. "Furthermore your
entire medical staff will be walking away with Commendations added to their
files. "Congratulations, Doctor. To you and your staff."
Dural bowed slightly, "You honor us, Admiral. Thank you."
T'Larah reached for the final box. "The last award will go to Petty Officer
First Class Tarol Aurin, who was injured severely in the line of duty. His
courage and dedication to duty broke open the cause of the problem with the
station, and he very nearly died. I believe he's earned the Ribbon of
Sacrifice. I understand he is still convalescing?"
Dural spoke up. "Yes, Admiral, he is still under the care of Starbase
Freedom and their staff."
"Very well, I will go visit him later today to award him. Is there anything
you want to say or ask before I leave?"
(Reply all)
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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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0758) CO Hades, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2025 19:29:22 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0758)
Keira strode onto the bridge from the turbolift, coffee cup in hand. She
paused and took a sip of the warm sweet liquid. Before addressing the
center chair.
"Commander Jayc, how was your shift? Anything happen that I need to be
aware of?"
(Reply Tinman)
"Very well, I relieve you. Ops, begin Alpha shift." Keira ordered and the
lights became brighter by about twenty percent. "Are we at the
predetermined coordinates?"
"Yessir." OPS responded.
"Hades to Freedom Base, this is Captain Merek. We are at the predetermined
coordinates and await personnel transfer."
(Reply Freedom, any)
"Understood, inform them we'll meet them in the transporter room. Hades
out."
(Reply Freedom, any)
"Right on time, Ire." Keira said, and turned to the tactical station. "Lets
go to the transporter room. You too, Lieutenant."
(Reply Ire, Dogan, Freedom)
(Posted by Todd)
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SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-759=29_SFI/temporal_Affairs_Special_?= =?utf-8?q?Agent_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2025 14:25:13 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-759) SFI/temporal Affairs Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- T’xen Toks -- 0757)
T’xen mussed his hair and styled it then slid his jacket over his button up shirt.
=^=I don’t know why you can’t just meet them there.=^=
“You heard the irritation in Commander Solice’s voice just asking for further information. This is important to her and we both know why now.”
=^= I could have transported them all.”
“You look a high speed freighter not a current state of the art coaxial drive starship. You are a top secret time craft and they have no idea all the amazing things you can do. If they did they’d be crawling through every inch of you.”
=^=Sweet talker.=^=
“How long until you will be there?”
=^= Before you.=^=
“You aren’t going. The answer is you aren’t going. You’ll still be connected to me through subspace and you know it.”
=^=Before you. Energizing!=^= the testy sound of the artificial intelligence snapped as the Takaran vanished in the transporter effect…..
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- T’xen Toks -- 0759)
…. and instantly materialized infront of the transporter door for the mission.
“Don’t get bossy. We are a team and we need….I need to have honest trusting relationships with these people. I’m hard enough to be around. Don’t make it harder for them.”
With a frustrated but guilty sounding sigh, =^= I like having you around.=^=
“You know I’d rather you come, but I want Solice to know we are part of the team, not a nuisance.”
He stepped into the transporter just at 0800.
“Commander, good morning,” he said reserved.
(Reply any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 0805) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2025 21:39:41 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0805)
“Permission to come aboard?” asked the woman Keira hadn't seen since the
Mystique mission to Trill, over two years ago. Did she carry herself
differently?
"Permission for you and your entourage granted, *Commander!" *Keira said
with a smile.
(Reply Solice & Away team)
"I suppose introductions are in order." Keira started. "I'm sure you
remember my First Officer Commander Ire Williams."
(Reply Ire)
"I'm pleased to introduce my Chief Science Officer and Second Officer,
Lieutenant Commander Tinmanrion Jayc."
(Reply Tinman)
"Our Brikaran Tactical /Security Chief and Third Officer Lieutenant Cal
Dogan." Keira indicated.
(Reply Dogan)
"And you may remember Cardassian CMO, Doctor Dural." Keira said, not sure
of how much the two doctors had interacted during medical school if at all
knowing they had different specialties.
"A pleasure always, Doctor." the Cardassian beamed.
(Replys from Solice and away team)
"We've arranged for quarters for you on this deck, the quarters are
normally reserved for visiting dignitaries and ambassadors, but since they
aren't being used currently," Keira said with a smile, "why not?"
(Reply Ire, Solice, Tinman, Dogan and away team)
(Posted by Todd)
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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: HADESRPG: (2 0806) Lt. Commander Tinmanrion Jayc
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2025 20:34:32 -0400
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 -Chief Science Officer/Second Officer- Tinmanrion Jayc - 0806)
"I'm pleased to introduce my Chief Science Officer and Second Officer, Lieutenant Commander Tinmanrion Jayc."
Jayc nodded, “Pleasure to see you all again,” he said looking at the assembled people. He could not read the red heads emotions, and her skin looked a little off for human. Changeling? He wondered.
The green hued being, Takaran or partially anyway. Somehow he seemed out of place.
The introductions were made and Captain Merek explained the groups guest quarters.
Jayc observed, as good scientists do.
(Reply any)
(Posted by tinmanjayc Jayc)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Fwd: SBFREEDOM-NRPG: 1 - 2016 LT Raven Green)
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2025 16:46:28 -0500
Forward to rpg Group
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 –Conference Lounge LT Raven Green - 20.16)
She heard the objective orders and understood what she had to do. It will
be hard to secure a star ship by herself but with little resistance she
should be able to handle it. She relayed her understanding of the orders.
"Understood Ma'am."
That was all needed to be said.
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Edward)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: Fwd: SBFREEDOM-NRPG: (1 - 18.51 LT Raven Green)
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2025 16:47:02 -0500
Forward to RPG group
Mission: Sequestered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom Deck 11 Medical facility Emergency Department - LT
Raven Green - 18.51)
Raven responded to the call and entered the Medical facility with a charged
phaser clipped to her belt. she also had some restraining items for she
did not know what she was going into. It will be better if she can calm
things down reasonably but restraints may have to used. She really didn't
understand disputes like this for in the great link everything is handled
in one reasonable mind. She has seen disputes like this on DS9 and handled
it reasonably. There is no room for emotion. She thought that maybe she
and Vulcans viewed things similar in that regard. She entered the room.
"Ok What is the problem?"
Rolling her eyes was a human expression but she listened to the arguments
blankly.. A human might respond with "Good Grief."
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Edward)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28no_subject=29?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 17:20:47 -0700
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: ***SPAM*** HADESRPG: TESTING
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 20:58:16 -0500
This is a test of the Star Trek Freedom broadcasting system. Had this been
an actual post it would have contained roleplaying elements, stories, drama
action and all that.
This is only a test.
--
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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 20.21 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2025 15:35:44 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.10.16
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Conference Lounge LT Raven Green - 20.21)
She heard what Weston said and agreed she could help him with the provisions. She didn't need any provisions so that meant more for everyone. She had little doubt that Wednesday could bring the replicators up fairly quickly.
"I can help with that."
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 07.50 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2025 14:48:16 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(Starbase Freedom -- Transporter hub-- LT Raven Green - 07.50)
Raven arrived with her bag. She didn't need much for she didn't eat or drink but she did pack plenty security devices. She had a charged phaser clipped to her belt and a backup charged phaser in a belt pocket. She wore a standard security uniform with pants this time for tactical reasons. She made her way over to Quinna to report for transport.
"LT Raven Green reporting for transport Ma'am."
The unknown was always a hard mission to prepare for. She supposed the first objective upon beaming on the ship will be to check out the security department. She would like help in securing the ship but expected that she would not get much.
(Reply Quinna, Any)(Posted by Edward)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 08.06 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2025 15:08:19 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 2 - Transporter Room 1 LT Raven Green - 08.06)
Several on the Hades were introduced. Raven had little interest in who they were unless a party was to be held later then she might be game to attend that. She found her temporary quarters for the trip and settled in as best as she could. She really didn't need much. A generation pod is all she really needed. Her job securing the target ship will be unusual since it there is not expected to be many onboard when they transport over to the ship. A mystery she looked forward to. It will be most interesting to find out what happened to the ship and help Quinna solve her mystery as well.
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