Starbase Freedom

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MISSION LOG: HOMECOMING
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.04 - 2446.10.17
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DAY 2
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0918) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
    (USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
- 0918)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1219) CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
    (USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant
Emar Derok - 1219)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
    (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
    (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 1555) Commander Quinna Solice
    (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
    (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1707) Ensign Wednesday Adams
    (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1707)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1710) Ensign Wednesday Adams
    (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1710)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
    (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
    (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)

DAY 5
  - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1555) Commander Quinna solice
    (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0918) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2026 17:52:47 -0500

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.10.17

(USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
- 0918)

"Sniper? What weapons are you rated for?" Sean asked. "And your
qualification scores for each..."

“ If it's the armory, I am qualified for its use , Sir.  The standard
Type-1 to Type 2 phaser types with a score of 335.  The Type 3 phaser to
the Type 3- 208 series with a score of 395. The 104964 class of Disruptor
rifles with a score of 350 . The TR-116, TR-122,24. I am currently using
the TR-128 series 2. All of which I carry a perfect score of 350,Sir.” Stom
replied as fast as a rapid fire setting.

"How many drops under your belt?" Masters asked him.

“ 22 Sir.” Stom replied.

( Reply Masters)

Stom looked him in the eyes the very first time his eyes had moved.

“ I was deployed in a very active region of space that was a hot bed for
organized crime that threatened the stability of the Beta Quadrant….” Stom
paused. “ I believe I'm more experienced with looking at casualty lists
Sir. We lost 157 marines in 18 months...."

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1219) CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2026 17:25:40 -0500

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17

(USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant
Emar Derok - 1219)

“ Oh, ok.” Emar said with a sigh of immense relief. “ I was unsure if there
was bad blood between the two of you considering she is umm…well…” He
pointed to his own forehead. “ You know and you are…” he hesitated. “
Romulan…” he said awkwardly.

“Why would that make any difference?” Keira spoke out of curiosity.

“ I've heard many great stories about both peoples but the strife between
them is just as bloody and complex as the one between Bajorans and us
Cardassians.” Emar explained.

“And goes back long before Humans and Romulans met.” Keira elaborated. “
but no, on Carraya IV… it began as a penal colony, Klingons who were
captured in battle, even when offered a chance to leave, the majority of
them elected to stay. Partly no doubt from the stain on their honor of
being captured, enough generations have gone by now that the possibility
exists that they could be welcomed back to the Empire.”

“ Carraya IV must be a fascinating place, Perhaps one day I'll be fortunate
enough to visit if the locals wouldn't mind a Cardassian face among them.”
Emar said with a warm smile.

“It’s not just Klingons and Romulans, there are Humans, like my mother, at
least one Andorian and a Caitian from my recollection. A good half of the
original colonists were from Starfleet Colonial Command, so there’s a
smattering of other species in there as well.” Keira explained. “As far as
I know, if you behave, don’t cause trouble and don’t mind getting your
hands dirty, their likely to welcome someone like you with open arms.”

“ Getting my hands dirty is my life. I'm an engineer.” He laughed a bit. “
I did want to ask you a little bit more about the engineering specs of
this, other engineers have told me to umm…” He paused. “...Read the specs,
but I want to know about the soul of this ship. No two ships or warpcores
are alike.”

“The Hades has done everything we've asked of her so far,” Keira mused. “I
have a feeling she’s capable of giving more. We haven't seen her full
potential yet.”

“ Having served aboard this ship for just around a month, I've met talented
Engineers, the only I haven't, until now, was you, and to be completely
transparent you are by all accounts one of if not the best mechanical
engineers aboard.” Emar confessed to her.

“Reading my file?” Culturally it would be a very Cardassian thing to do, or
Romulan as well for that matter.

“ No, Captain. I did not read your file. Do you happen to remember 1st
yearCadet Safix, she was that very condescending Denobulan who you tutored
in your 3rd year at the Academy?” Emar asked to help Captain Merek's
memory.

She did remember a Denobulan, and a number of people warning about her
candor or lack thereof. “I do remember, what of her?”

“ Well surprisingly you were the only one who seemed to be immune from her
slander, Captain.”

“Some sort of punchline?” Keira asked for clarification.

Emar shook his head. “ Captain, I wouldn't jest with my commanding
officer.” The Cardassian said with a smile. “ She ranted and raved about
your ability to break down and explain Base-Mode Programming and
Modulations for Shielding systems. She said it was like listening to a
Talakarian Chelling sing its morning.” Emar mentioned a comparison that was
made between Captain Merek and a Talakarian bird-like creature.
“ Her words, not mine, Captain Merek.”

“I'll take the compliment,” Keira said. “What of the other talented
engineers? In your estimation or perceptions, what do you make of them?”

“ Many have proven to be quite diligent with their attention to detail.
Lieutenant Alouron, is very task oriented and seems to be able to put out
fires very fast, able to think ahead.” He said with a grin and pointed his
finger.
“ Almost like she can see the solutions before seeing the process. Working
from end to beginning.” He paused and thought. “ Other than that there is
talk among the engineering staff of them wishing to have more of your
time.” He said and held up a hand. “ But many of them understand that time
is not a luxury that a Starfleet Captain has, but I would suggest, if I
may, that you pay a visit from time to time, once an engineer, always an
engineer.” Emar smiled.

“I see…” Keira said in all seriousness. “I'll take that under advisement.”
She paused for a moment and used the opportunity presented, “Self
reflection: How do you rate yourself as an Engineer?”


Emar looked down then back up at her.
“ I enjoy keeping busy, idle hands build nothing but lazy habits. I do tend
to over analyze, but I strive to balance accuracy and efficiency. I am not
as gifted in theoretical Engineering concepts as I would like to be but I
am enrolled in 3 separate courses to improve that shortcoming of mine,
Captain.” He laughed a bit. “ Truthfully I prefer to be left alone to make
repairs and modifications as they need to be made. I work better by myself
versus working with a team….” He confessed


~Not a bullet point you'd want on your evaluation report, at least not
worded like that.~ The Captain speculated.

“ I know these are not the things that I should be telling my commanding
officer, but I also know these are weaknesses of mine that I have actively
worked to reduce for the past 8 years of my life.” Emar added with
sincerity in his voice.

“The first step to overcoming short falls is identifying them,” the Romulan
woman advised. “Kind of stepping on my XO’s toes here, but you won't
advance well in the ‘fleet unless you can function well as part of a team.
You can't lead unless you can function as part of that team. Understand?”

“ Yes, Captain.” Emar responded.

“Your first line leader should be mentoring you as part of their own
evaluation, coaching you to take that next step. You should be volunteering
to put yourself in situations where you can work on it, away teams, work
details….”

“ If they review my record they would see that I work excellent as part of
a team, able to accept input from others, able to guide and encourage
others and I am also able to lead others. From all my marks it would appear
that I am the model team player. The part that isn't displayed on my record
is the conflict within. I don't allow my personal feelings to affect my
duties, but they affect me. I was engaging in subspace sessions with a
Counselor on this matter. I am scheduled to have my first session with Dr.
Doshi this evening.”

“ From my understanding of Federation laws and Starfleet regulations you
don't have to inform me of the specifics of what you discuss. Specifics of
what you discuss are to remain private, with very few exceptions.” Keira
offered.

“ Transparency is important in my family. It sorta has to be when being a
family of Cardassians living among Bajorans.” He laughed a bit.

“I'll say that it seems you have your problems well in hand.” Keira said
with a smile. “All the resources are at your fingers, you just have to ask.”

“ And I will, Captain.” He replied. “ Well it seems I have taken enough of
your time, if there is nothing Captain, let me conclude by offering a trip
to engineering. I'm sure the enlisted would be thrilled to meet the woman
who helped set up the Mars Base Defense system as an Ensign, I certainly
am.”

“I just might do that.” Keira said standing to shake the Cardassian
Engineer’s hand. “A jaunt in Engineering may be just what I needed.”

Emar looked down at her hand. ~ A handshake ? She really is full of
surprises.~ Emar thought to himself and shook her hand.
“ Until then Captain.” He responded.

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2026 12:58:56 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.10.17


(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)

Michael watched the others as they looked at their card, preparing for
their initial bets.  The Cardsassian, Derok, was, as typical for
Cardassians, a difficult read.  Michael watched for intent, and he seemed
to have none.  Which made the SFI field agent in him wonder why he was
playing this game.  His initial bet was bold, but not too bold.  Only time
would tell what cards he held.

The Bolian next to Derok looked sadly at his cards and threw them into the
center of the table.  “I’m out.”

Hansen was next and he chuckled at the Bolian, “No guts, no glory, Effren.
I’ll call.”  He threw his coins into the pot.

T’Belle was up.  Without a word she put in her chips.  Her silence spoke
volumes to Michael.  Her behavior pattern had proven that it often meant
she was exhibiting the human emotion of hope for better cards on her draw.

Michael placed his cards face down and picked up a stack of chips. “Your
eighty… and twenty more.”  Time to see who was serious.

The next player played with his chips for a few seconds then shook his
head, “I’m out.”

Now to see who would call his raise.

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2026 22:01:10 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.10.17


(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)

The raise went to Quinna and Michael noted the moment she took before
calling.  She’s got something, but his raise did give her pause.  Then
Emar, as unreadable as before, continues the call.

The only motion from T’Belle was a raised eyebrow. But it was enough. He
wondered how many calculations the Vulcan made before finding the odds of
her hand to win.  Clearly it was enough for her.

Hansen didn’t even hesitate. He tossed his chips into the pot and sat back
with the swagger of someone with a confidence that Michael wasn’t sure he
owned.

Emar then threw in more chips, “Why not raise it another 50. That’s 150
total. In honor of those who have folded under pressure.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed at the comment. It was the first time he did not
like what Emar had done. There was no call to ridicule those that had
already dropped out, nor cast dispersions on those who don’t believe they
have a winning hand.

The words, of course, did not phase T’Belle at all. She simply tossed her
hand in and said, Fold.”

Hanson had sat back to the raise. Michael was sure he’d intended to fold,
but when Emar made his statement he sat forward in his chair and a flash of
anger crossed his eyes.  He tossed in his chips and looked defiant.

Michael sighed heavily, knowing the boy just made a huge error. He tapped
his own cards deciding on his own way to go. He had choices to make, and he
had to wonder which way he could go.  If he went for the tens his odds of
getting two were pretty low. Of course, drawing a jack for the straight
weren’t much better.

He tossed his own chips in and said, “Call.”

After Quinna had her turn Michael tossed one card into the center of the
table saying, “I’ll take one.”

The card came over to him. He let the card lay there, without looking at
it.  There was no point at this time. And with Emar holding a pat hand he
wanted to give him a show that he really didn’t need it.

The question was what was Quinna going to do?

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 1555) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2026 20:17:34 -0600

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.10.17


(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)

After the bid was raised to 150, Quinna looked at her cards again.  A bold
move.  Before getting a new card.  She was one card away from a full
house.  A low-ranking full house.  She scrutinized the others.  She was
rather surprised when Michael did not raise the bet again.  He called the
bet.

When the time came, Quinna called as well.  Then she started swapping
cards.


It was rare when someone did not swap cards.  She could not help but wonder
what he was holding.  She gave everyone what they asked for.  Got her card
swapped for a 2.  Full house, but the lowest you could get.


“Ok,”  Quinna said, “Place your bet.”


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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 20:29:27 -0500

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17



(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)


The Bolian to his side folded, the human called and the Vulcan seemed to
convey a sense reluctantly, seemingly disregarding logic.


“I am in,” The Commander said without skipping a beat, Her announcement
stunned Emar slightly, but simultaneously made him pleased.


Seeing two players fold, Emar threw in more chips. “ Why not raise it
another 50, 150 total ? In honor of those who have folded under the
pressure.” Emar remarked with a friendly smile and nodded to the Bolian at
his side.


“Ok anyone need any cards?” The commander asked.

“ No, I'm content, Commander.” Emar waved a subtle hand. He was
anticipating a showdown between Michael and The commander.



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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1707) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 21:23:49 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.09.04

(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1707)

“I am a changeling founder,” Raven said in a near whisper voice.   “I would
like to keep my secret quiet until it can be accepted comfortably.”

Wednesday nodded. The admission made a lot of things make sense to her.
Raven’s odd speech patterns and phrases, and how she interacted with
others. It was clear she did not have a great deal of experience
interacting with others. Something they had in common.

Before Wednesday could say anything Raven changed the subject.  “I don’t
recall anything about Wiccans while in the great link. What do you know
about changelings?”

Wednesday’s head began to spin with Raven’s constant changing of subject,
making it difficult to know what to say.  She decided to treat it as an
engineering problem. First things first.

“There is little known, off world, about the Wiccan colony.  My people went
through generations of persecution for their beliefs.  Even in the most
initial phases of the federation misconceptions and prejudices ran rampant
in the general populace, so it was decided to find a world we could call
our own and worship the Great Mother and the horned one, Cernunnos, with
fear.”

Wednesday pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them for comfort, “And
before anyone says that there’s no such thing as prejudice in today’s
society, I assure you that even in today’s world there are those who
considered me to be some kind of witch. What my people can do may seem like
magic to the uneducated, but I always assumed that the people of the
Federation, and especially the fleet, would know better.  But they don’t.”

Putting her legs down she leaned forward and looked at Raven as if for the
first time. “I imagine you know that feeling. I don’t know much about
changelings, except what we learned in the academy. You know, the basics,
and the history of the Dominion War. I can only imagine what it would be
like for you. I mean, considering the picture painted of your people in our
history classes. To be honest, I didn’t realize there were any changelings
in the fleet. You must see your fair share of prejudice.”

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1710) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2026 17:40:08 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.09.04

(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1710)

“I ask you to be an advocate for me,” Raven said.

Wednesday couldn’t help but smile. She leaned over and took Raven’s hand in
her own. “I’m not exactly sure that I’m the best person to advocate for
anyone.  But if you’re asking if I’d be your friend, I will happily do
that. After all, aren’t our friends our best advocates?”

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2026 20:14:26 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.09.04

(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)

~What did she want to talk about?~.

Wednesday thought it odd that Raven saught her out and now has nothing to
talk about. She, herself, had a myriad of ideas she could discuss, from
discussing the nature of the universe, to talking about her beliefs. But
she wasn’t sure what the changeling could add to those topics.  So she
turned to the topic Raven could speak of.

“Tell me about yourself, Raven,” Wednesday said. “I’d like to understand
you more. Like,  I understand that you could chose any form. Why did you
chose this one?  Why female?  Why human?  Why the petite, pretty thing you
appear as now rather some big, burly male?  Do your people even have
gender?”

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2026 13:48:26 -0800

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.09.04

(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)

Wednesday grimaced a little, listening to her response. She answered her
questions without really answering her questions. Except for the fact that
the changeling thought it would be “fun” to portray a pretty, little
redhead, which made her wonder what kind of fun she was expecting.

Wednesday wondered how much greater an opportunity it would have been to be
someone much plainer, and less physically appealing. Her reasoning seemed…
shallow and self serving, and the Wiccan wondered how far the changeling
had truly changed from the mindset of her people in the area of
manipulation.

Without a breath she went on to talking about voice mini Kerry and asked
for Wednesday’s help.

Wednesday shrugged and said, “I’m not sure how I could help you, Raven. I
have no experience in mimicking , and that seems more of a physiological
thing. Would someone in command or medical be better suited for that?
Maybe you should ask Commander Solice.  Besides, it seems… I don’t know…
dishonest and manipulative. Why would you want to do that?”

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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1555) Commander Quinna solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 10:34:47 -0600

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.10.17


(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)


Quinna sat at the table and judged her hand.  She was one card away from a
full house.  The bid was strong, and Michael's raise made her start doing
the math.  Quinna looked around.  She could not read the others but she did
not really know them well.  Taking a deep breath, she bit her lower lip.

“I am in,”  Quinna called, but not raised.  Quinna allowed the play
continue.  Others needed to answer Michael’s Call.

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>From there the betting continued until the pot was good.  When it was,
Quinn continued.

Taking a breath, “Ok anyone need any cards?”  Quinna asked as she started
with Derok.

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