============================================================================== MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.23 - 2446.09.23 ============================================================================== TABLE OF CONTENTS -------------------- DAY 1 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-810) - Ensign Olivia Grey - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1006) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1006) (reply Quinna, Toks) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1011) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1011) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1030) Tholian Ambassador - A'Auton (T.A.S. Naskeel - Command Chamber - Ambassador A'Auton - 1030) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1030) Tholian Ambassador - A'Auton - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1130) CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1130) (reply Reed, iyw) (reply Reed iyw, none other) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1302) Nurse Practitioner Cadet Addison Forrester (NPRG: Jayden, great initial post. I am Kris and I normally play XO Commander Quinna Solice, but I am going to play a cadet. Let's have some fun. A couple of format changes. WE are posting under the Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner. Hope this helps and it is fun for you.) (Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Nurse Practioner -- Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1302) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1303) Security Cadet Olivia Grey (NPRG: Kris, Just a heads up I like to Bold my new Wiritng, It helps me locate where My New writing is and helps me sort things better when re-reading and posting, If its a problem please tell me and I will stop) (Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Secuirty Cadet -- Cadet Oliva Grey -- 1303) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1435, 1437) Zane Reed, Commander Quinna Solice and Ex Ambassador Ren (Starbase Freedom -- Command Center -- Zane Reed and Commander Quinna Solice -- 1435) (Starbase Freedom -- Command Conference Room -- Zane Reed, Ambassador Zen and Commander Quinna Solice -- 14:37) (Reply Dahr, Zon, Any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1438) CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Command Conference Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1438) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1440) Captain Casian Dahr, President Taylin Zon, and Ambassador Zane Reed (Starbase Freedom - Command Conference Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr, President Taylin Zon, and Ambassador Zane Reed - 1440) (Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO - Captain Casian Dahr, President Taylin Zon and Ambassador Zane Reed - 1445) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1445) CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1445) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1446) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston (Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - SFI Deputy Director?s Office - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1446) (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1447) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 -1455) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton (T.A.S. Fateweaver - Cockpit - Ambassador A'Auton - 1455) [This is Ambassador A'Auton, on board the auxiliary craft Fateweaver. Provide shuttle berthing and accommodations as agreed upon by treaty.] (reply Dahr, Zon, Reed) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1458) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton (T.A.S. Fateweaver - Cockpit - Ambassador A'Auton - 1458) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1701) Loxanna Bagel (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 Bagel's Bagels Loxanna Bagel - 17.01) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1705) Loxanna Bagel (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 Bagel's Bagels Loxanna Bagel -- 1705) (Reply Green, IYW) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1710) Loxanna Bagel (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 -- Bagel's Bagels -- Loxanna Bagel -- 1710 "Thanks. Casual dresses are fine for now. I have some old formal dresses that will do until I get comfortable on the station. Does a boy named Izra come here? I am looking for his mother. I talked with him briefly before the address in the main promenade." Anna thought for a moment. She stared into Raven?s eyes for a moment? a split second?Anna thought to herself that she definitely was into men but she would be willing to have something with the most beautiful woman in the universe. Her beauty did not compare to any others. Everyone else paled in comparison. She needs to get back to the topic at hand. ?I do not know a child named Izra. But there was a long weekend I had with an Izra Pel. He was quite the lover. I can tell you all about him but alas he is no longer with us. Now I believe Pel has a new host that is in Starfleet but I am not sure where.? (Reply Green) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1712) Station Artificial Intelligence (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 - Station AI- 1712) UNKNOWN DAY - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Shuttle Bay 1 - Security Cadet Olivia Grey - 1300) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Shuttle Bay 1 - Security Cadet Olivia Grey - 1300) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: 1-1438 "Greys Arrival" - Ensign Olivia Grey >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-810) - Ensign Olivia Grey From: 25deja27 at students.bcsc.k12.in.us (Jayden Dersch) Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2025 10:58:21 -0500 *Mission: My New Assignment* *Day: 1* *Stardate: 2446.09.23* *Location: USS Melville Baughn* As Olivia stepped through the door of her temporary quarters aboard the USS Melville Baughn, she felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. The small room was equipped with the essentials: a neatly made bed, a desk with an advanced computer terminal, and a port window that offered a stunning view of the cosmos. This was her home for the next few days until the ship reached Star Base Freedom. The assignment had come as a surprise; she had expected to be at the Academy for much longer, but here she was, unexpectedly thrust into an advancement placement program. Setting her bag down with a soft thud on the bed, she walked over to the computer. ?Time to call my parents and let them know,? she said aloud, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet room. She powered on the terminal, fingers poised over the keyboard as she entered her login credentials. Once she activated the communication channel, she waited, listening to the soft, ambient music that played in the background, anticipation building until the screen finally flickered to life. ?Olivia! Why does it say you're on a ship? I thought you were still at the Academy!? her father exclaimed, his face a blend of surprise and concern. Olivia could feel a smile spreading across her face. ?Well, that?s the reason for my call,? she replied, her tone light and teasing. ?How?s Mom doing?? She moved back to her small replicator, ordering a steaming cup of rich, frothy hot chocolate, the familiar aroma filling the air as she sat down. ?She?s good; she?s out running errands right now,? he said, the slight lines of worry on his forehead softening as he spoke. ?Where exactly?? Olivia inquired, curiosity peeking through her excitement. ?Oh, just the usual errands?grocery shopping, picking up some things from the dry cleaners. So, are you going to tell me what you're doing on a starship?? he asked, shifting in his seat, his interest clearly piqued. That question brought a smile to Olivia?s lips. ?It didn?t take long for you to ask! I?ve been placed in the advancement placement program that Starfleet offers. I graduated early?can you believe it??and I?ve been assigned to Star Base Freedom.? ?Really! That?s amazing!? her father exclaimed, his face lighting up with pride, mixed with a hint of concern. ?Make sure to stay in touch while you're out there. I?ve heard rumors that it can get quite busy?and possibly chaotic.? A soft laugh escaped Olivia. ?It might very well become a whirlwind. Star Base Freedom serves as a significant diplomatic waypoint, so it?s likely to be bustling with exciting new experiences. I'm going to try and catch some sleep before we arrive, but I?ll be sure to call you both as soon as I get there to fill you in on everything.? Her father nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. ?Alright, we?ll talk then. Bye for now!? With that, the screen faded to black, leaving Olivia alone with her thoughts. Standing up, she wandered over to the port window, feeling a sense of awe wash over her as she gazed at the vastness of space. Stars glittered like diamonds against the endless black canvas, streaks of distant galaxies illuminating the scene as the ship hurtled through warp speed. It was a breathtaking sight, one that filled her with a sense of purpose and anticipation for the journey ahead. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1006) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2025 21:20:10 -0800 Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1006) Michael watched as Zon left the Promenade, still in one piece. He looked over to Toks and nodded. ?Thanks for the back up,? he said. (reply Toks) As he surveyed the level he noted Quinna having a word with the shape shifter. Discretion being the better part of value he moved over to the Chameloid. ?I get the impression that this was not the event that brought you here,? his voice was clearly not serious. (reply Toks) His eyes met with Quinna?s as she approached and they both smiled. ?Thanks for the back up with the crowd,? she said as she moved closer. ?My pleasure,? Michael said. ?You know me and women in peril. So what?s next?? ?I have no idea what is next,? Quinna admitted, ?but I have a feeling it?s going to be eventful.? He reached over and touched her hand saying, ?Wouldn?t have it any other way. Well, I don?t know about you, but I?m hungry after all that excitement. Does Dahr need you right now, or do you have time for a cup of coffee?? (reply Quinna, Toks) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1011) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:26:13 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23. (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 1011) When the turbo lift doors closed Hank place his large frame in front of the door creating an ominous road block. He looked at the crowd with a hard stare and they eventually began to disperse. It didn?t take long for the promenade to return to its typical traffic patterns. When he was satisfied that the captain and president had time to move far enough away from the promenade levels he began to move around the level. Gort had gotten onto the turbo lift as a last line of protection with Zon?s bodyguards. He went round to each of his personnel and checked in. Most he sent back to their usual duties. Then he looked around for Green. They needed to have a conversation, but not here. Once again the changeling had disappeared. He frowned and rubbed his chin in thought. As he wandered through the concourse he heard a cry out. ?What is that?? It was a woman?s voice. Hank wheeled to the sound and ran to see a woman holding her child while a ? was that a dog?? sitting in front of them. It did not look in the least manner aggressive, but when would a Trill have had the opportunity to actually see an Earth dog, let alone be face to face with one. The wheels of his mind began to spin. He had received no notice of any new animals being brought on board the station, so where would this dog come from? He shook his head when a realization came to him. He turned his back and tapped his comm badge. ?Samuels to main security, scan level 16 for an animal.? =^=That?s a negative, LT. There is no animal registering. Just the general population. There is an anomalous reading near you. I?m not certain what it is, but it is semi-organic.=^= Hank nodded, ?Lock onto it and beam to a security holding room.? =^=Roger that.=^= He watched as the dog suddenly disappeared in a shimmer of transporter effect. Hank moved over to the woman and put a hand on her should. ?It?s alright now, madame,? he assured her. ?The situation has been taken care of. The animal was not being aggressive. But I will find its owner and make sure it doesn?t startle anyone again.? He turned and left, her thanks ringing in his ears. No time to discuss the changeling?s future than right now. (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1030) Tholian Ambassador - A'Auton From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2025 22:37:46 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23. (T.A.S. Naskeel - Command Chamber - Ambassador A'Auton - 1030) The heated atmosphere felt calming. The chamber they were in would have felt like an oven to the humanoid species that A'Auton interacted with on a daily basis. Those mushy biologicals stepping one foot on the ship would have bought them a sure death. A literal lifetime supply of pain as the air choked them and the heat cooked them alive. The Ambassador's foot clicked in amusement against the metal deck of the chamber, at the thought. A'Auton stood to one side of the vessel's commander. Tholians on the whole had a very rigid command structure. The Ambassador had the mission, but the Commander remained in charge of their own vessel. "We approach Trill Prime." an Amber hued underling reported. "Bring us out of warp. All stop at the ordered coordinates." The Vessel Master ordered. They were early. Tholians by and large were a punctual species. If they arrived at a specified time. There was a reason. "We are within range of their scanners." the same underling reported. "Let them see the might of our vessel." The Ambassador answered, carapace buzzing with pride. The Commander clicked in approval. The arrival of a vessel over two of their kilometers long bristling with tetryon arrays, web generators, thermionic torpedoes and a hangar of Widow class fighters would certainly give them pause. "Prep my craft." the Ambassador ordered. (Reply any) (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 atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1030) Tholian Ambassador - A'Auton From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2025 20:53:07 -0800 Hey gang, I?m going to put this out a few hours. I would like to get the Federation rep on station first. So let?s set the time to 1430. Al On Sun, Feb 2, 2025 at 8:38?PM Todd Holladay via Starbasefreedom-rpg < starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote: > Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner > Day: 1 > Stardate: 2446.09.23. > > (T.A.S. Naskeel - Command Chamber - Ambassador A'Auton - 1030) > > The heated atmosphere felt calming. The chamber they were in would have > felt like an oven to the humanoid species that A'Auton interacted with on a > daily basis. Those mushy biologicals stepping one foot on the ship would > have bought them a sure death. A literal lifetime supply of pain as the air > choked them and the heat cooked them alive. The Ambassador's foot clicked > in amusement against the metal deck of the chamber, at the thought. A'Auton > stood to one side of the vessel's commander. Tholians on the whole had a > very rigid command structure. The Ambassador had the mission, but the > Commander remained in charge of their own vessel. > > "We approach Trill Prime." an Amber hued underling reported. > > "Bring us out of warp. All stop at the ordered coordinates." The Vessel > Master ordered. > > They were early. Tholians by and large were a punctual species. If they > arrived at a specified time. There was a reason. > > "We are within range of their scanners." the same underling reported. > > "Let them see the might of our vessel." The Ambassador answered, carapace > buzzing with pride. The Commander clicked in approval. The arrival of a > vessel over two of their kilometers long bristling with tetryon arrays, web > generators, thermionic torpedoes and a hangar of Widow class fighters would > certainly give them pause. > > "Prep my craft." the Ambassador ordered. > > (Reply any) > (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 > atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to > commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance > -- > Starbasefreedom-rpg mailing list > Starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com > > http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/starbasefreedom-rpg_startrekfreedom.com > -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1130) CO - Captain Casian Dahr From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2025 06:21:35 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 16 - Promenade Level 3 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1130) After their little adventure on the Promenade Dahr let the President know that a tour of the living area of the inhabitants of the station was ? ill advised. He didn?t want to use the term forbidden to the Leader of their home world, but a firm ?No? was offered. And accepted. He did have to remind Zon for the real reason for his visit. After that conversation they sat in the conference room and discussed the circumstances behind the confrontation on the promenade. Zon had been mostly noncommittal about the cause, but he was aware that there was a faction of the Trill who were discontented with the current government trends. It had been a hard conversation and a problem that was not going to be easily served. Casian was a rare case to see both sides as a joined Trill married to an unjoined. That issue never came up between himself and Roxanne and she had made herself into the powerhouse of a figure that she was. In some ways it was hard to see how other unjoined Trill couldn?t do the same. He found himself missing his love, having gone to a medical conference. His reverie, and the conversation was interrupted. =^=Captain Dahr, in coming message on a diplomatic channel. =^= ?Put it through here,? he ordered =^=Hello, this is Zandrea Reed with the Diplomatic Corp from Earth. We are about 3 hours away from the station. I need to meet with Captain Dahr and Ambassador Ren Upon arrival and at the Captain?s Earliest Convenience.=^= ?This is Captain Dahr,? Casian replied. ?We?ve been expecting you, Ambasador Reed. I look forward to meeting with you on your arrival. All will be ready for you.? (reply Reed, iyw) The channel closed and he looked at Zon. ?Internal politics are on a hold, Taylin. You know how much I love the politics. I?d hoped to keep out of them.? Zon chuckled, ?There?s always an element of politics when you?re in command, my friend. But we can continue this problem later.? With that Dahr tapped his comm badge. ?Captain Dahr to Lt. Samuels, we need Ambassador Reed brought to the command conference room any 1430 hours.? =^=Roger that.=^= The Security Chief replied. =^=I?ll have a team readied.=^= The channel closed and he looked back at Zon. ?Time to do what you came for.? ?Indeed,? Zon nodded. ?Time for the stuffed shirt. Although she sounded like a lovely stuffed shirt.? Casian shook his head and rolled his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. (reply Reed iyw, none other) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Shuttle Bay 1 - Security Cadet Olivia Grey - 1300) From: 25deja27 at students.bcsc.k12.in.us (Jayden Dersch) Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2025 09:13:11 -0500 *Mission: Arrival at Star Base Freedom* *Day: 1* *Stardate: 2446.09.23* *Location: Star Base Freedom* Ensign Olivia Grey stepped off the transport and onto the bustling deck of Star Base Freedom. The cool, controlled air of the station was a stark contrast to the recycled atmosphere of the shuttle she had just spent the last several hours on. Adjusting the strap of her duffel bag, she took a deep breath, letting the reality of her new assignment settle in. Security and Tactical had always been her calling, and she was ready to prove herself once again. Her orders were clear, but the station itself was unfamiliar territory. She glanced around, scanning the flow of officers and personnel, searching for someone who could direct her to her new post. Her gaze landed on a nearby console, where a junior officer in operations uniform was busy processing arrivals. Taking a few steps forward, she cleared her throat. "Ensign Olivia Grey, reporting for duty. Can you direct me to the Security Office?" She hoped her arrival wouldn't go unnoticed for long. Meeting her new commanding officer and getting up to speed on the station's current security protocols were her top priorities. Until then, she'd rely on instinct and training to settle in. *(Reply? - Open to anyone who would like to interact. Perhaps someone from Security/Tactical, Ops, or even a fellow new arrival?)* *(Posted by Jayden)* -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (Starbase Freedom - Level 24 - Shuttle Bay 1 - Security Cadet Olivia Grey - 1300) From: 25deja27 at students.bcsc.k12.in.us (Jayden Dersch) Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2025 09:14:30 -0500 *Mission: Arrival at Star Base Freedom* *Day: 1* *Stardate: 2446.09.23* *Location: Star Base Freedom* Cadet Olivia Grey stepped off the transport and onto the bustling deck of Star Base Freedom. The cool, controlled air of the station was a stark contrast to the recycled atmosphere of the shuttle she had just spent the last several hours on. Adjusting the strap of her duffel bag, she took a deep breath, letting the reality of her new assignment settle in. Security and Tactical had always been her calling, and she was ready to prove herself once again. Her orders were clear, but the station itself was unfamiliar territory. She glanced around, scanning the flow of officers and personnel, searching for someone who could direct her to her new post. Her gaze landed on a nearby console, where a junior officer in operations uniform was busy processing arrivals. Taking a few steps forward, she cleared her throat. "Cadet Olivia Grey, reporting for duty. Can you direct me to the Security Office?" She hoped her arrival wouldn't go unnoticed for long. Meeting her new commanding officer and getting up to speed on the station's current security protocols were her top priorities. Until then, she'd rely on instinct and training to settle in. *(Reply? - Open to anyone who would like to interact. Perhaps someone from Security/Tactical, Ops, or even a fellow new arrival?)* *(Posted by Jayden)* -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1302) Nurse Practitioner Cadet Addison Forrester From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2025 18:22:49 -0600 (NPRG: Jayden, great initial post. I am Kris and I normally play XO Commander Quinna Solice, but I am going to play a cadet. Let's have some fun. A couple of format changes. WE are posting under the Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner. Hope this helps and it is fun for you.) Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Nurse Practioner -- Cadet Addison Forrester -- 1302) Cadet Addison Forrester was looking around in awe at the station. She was psyched to be here as her final placement before graduation. It was a wonder how she even made it this far as her parents seemed to interfere with her education, with her father being an Admiral and her mother a high-ranking trainer for the academy. Addison chose to go to medical. It was grounds that neither of her parents had a stronghold on. Addison looked around as she was waiting her turn with the quartermaster. She approached the table. She could hear the cadet next to her. "Cadet Olivia Grey, reporting for duty. Can you direct me to the Security Office?" Addison looked at her assignment. She knew all about the station. She spent her time studying the schematics. That was a plus of having parents higher up. She got her choice assignment. It did not seem that Olivia, who was checking in next to her, did not get her answers. Addison moved in closer. ?Security is on Deck 13. I believe Samuels is the person you are looking for.? Addison extended her hand. ?I am Addison Forrester.? (Reply Grey) ?I am in medical. Nurse Practioner. I will go to Deck 11. Want to go together? We will get to Deck 13 first.? Addison then had a thought, ?Hey maybe we are roomies. I am on Deck 10 Bunk Room 22. You?? (Reply Grey) (Reply Any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1303) Security Cadet Olivia Grey From: 25deja27 at students.bcsc.k12.in.us (Jayden Dersch) Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2025 09:35:01 -0500 (NPRG: Kris, Just a heads up I like to Bold my new Wiritng, It helps me locate where My New writing is and helps me sort things better when re-reading and posting, If its a problem please tell me and I will stop) Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom -- Upper Shuttle Bay -- Level 24 -- Secuirty Cadet -- Cadet Oliva Grey -- 1303) Cadet Addison Forrester was looking around in awe at the station. She was psyched to be here as her final placement before graduation. It was a wonder how she even made it this far as her parents seemed to interfere with her education, with her father being an Admiral and her mother a high-ranking trainer for the academy. Addison chose to go to medical. It was grounds that neither of her parents had a stronghold on. Addison looked around as she was waiting her turn with the quartermaster. She approached the table. She could hear the cadet next to her. "Cadet Olivia Grey, reporting for duty. Can you direct me to the Security Office?" Addison looked at her assignment. She knew all about the station. She spent her time studying the schematics. That was a plus of having parents higher up. She got her choice assignment. It did not seem that Olivia, who was checking in next to her, did not get her answers. Addison moved in closer. ?Security is on Deck 13. I believe Samuels is the person you are looking for.? Addison extended her hand. ?I am Addison Forrester.? *"Olivia Grey, Security," Olivia replied, studying the other cadet with a mix of curiosity and caution. She couldn?t help but notice the confidence in Addison?s demeanor, the way she held herself; it resonated with Olivia's own ambition. * ?I am in medical. Nurse Practioner. I will go to Deck 11. Want to go together? We will get to Deck 13 first.? Addison then had a thought, ?Hey maybe we are roomies. I am on Deck 10 Bunk Room 22. You?? *"That sounds great, I?d love to go with you. I?m on Deck 10 too, in Bunk Room 18. It looks like we?re practically neighbors! Let?s head to Deck 11 together and check things out.? Olivia replied to Addison* (Reply Addison) (Reply Any) (Posted by Jayden) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1435, 1437) Zane Reed, Commander Quinna Solice and Ex Ambassador Ren From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2025 12:06:02 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom -- Command Center -- Zane Reed and Commander Quinna Solice -- 1435) Zane and her entourage were escorted to the Command Center. Before the new ambassador can be established, the old one needed to be relieved of his duties. This was Zane?s job. This is what she did the best and she had great respect from others for it. When they entered the Command center, they were greeted by a Blond Commander. ?Hello, Commander?? Zane approached as she usually toot the lead in a conversation. ?Solice,? Quinna supplied, ?I am Commander Quinna Solice I am the Station?s first officer. Welcome to Starbase Freedom.? Zane held out her hand and they shook hands. ?Nice to meet you. I am Zane Reed. I am from the diplomatic corp of Earth. I am here to meet with Captain Dahr and Ambassador Ren.? ?Of course, they are waiting for you in the conference room if you care to join me.? Quinna said. Zane followed the commander. She noted the poise that the commander had and with the elegance of a slide when she walked. Zane could sense the upper societal upbringing and wondered how such a person could make their way into Starfleet. Together they entered the Conference room, (Starbase Freedom -- Command Conference Room -- Zane Reed, Ambassador Zen and Commander Quinna Solice -- 14:37) ?Captain, President Zon, This is?? Quinna started. ?No! Sorry Zane Reed, but I am not going to go.? Ambassador Ren spoke out. ?Looks like I will get to the point,? Zane said as Ren just introduced her. Zane handed a PADD from one of the two people behind her and she passed it to Captain Dahr. ?Captain, I am Zane Reed from the Diplomatic Corp from Earth. Since Ambassador Ren holds diplomatic immunity from the laws placed by the station, We will be taking him into Diplomatic Custody and he will be facing a Diplomatic tribunal.? Zane then motioned for her escort to take hold of Ren. She turned and said, ?Ren, You are relieved of you Ambassadorship on Starbase Freedom. You are to return to Earth under Article 244 of the Diplomatic code.? Ren looked worried, ?No, Captain, I request asylum.? Ren started. ?People have disappeared.? Zane shook her head. (Reply Dahr, Zon, Any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Her gaze landed on a nearby console, where a junior officer in operations uniform was busy processing arrivals. Taking a few steps forward, she cleared her throat. "Ensign Olivia Grey, reporting for duty. Can you direct me to the Security Office?" She hoped her arrival wouldn't go unnoticed for long. Meeting her new commanding officer and getting up to speed on the station's current security protocols were her top priorities. Until then, she'd rely on instinct and training to settle in. *(Reply? - Open to anyone who would like to interact. Perhaps someone from Security/Tactical, Ops, or even a fellow new arrival?)* *(Posted by Jayden)* *NRPG: Not sure who to tag directly since the CO is in a meeting, but anyone available to interact is welcome to jump in! Also Note the date most likey is wrong, But I tried.* -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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The door opened and Solice led the group in, followed by a middle aged woman and a companion. ?Captain, President Zon, This is?? Before Quinna could finish her introduction Ren broke down refusing to go with the newcomer. ?Looks like I will get to the point,? Zane said as she handed a PADD from one of the two people behind her and she passed it to Captain Dahr. Casian opened the device and began to read as the diplomat spoke. ?Captain, I am Zane Reed from the Diplomatic Corp from Earth. Since Ambassador Ren holds diplomatic immunity from the laws placed by the station, We will be taking him into Diplomatic Custody and he will be facing a Diplomatic tribunal.? No matter how true the statement it rubbed Dahr the wrong way using the phrase diplomatic immunity. Here was a man who manipulated several governments, and orchestrated the murder of numerous people to obtain his ends. And those words made it sound as though he would answer, publicly, for his crimes. Although he was aware of the DC?s reputation on ?taking care of their own?, both good and bad. ?Ren, You are relieved of your Ambassadorship on Starbase Freedom,? Reed said, as her escort took custody of the now fear filled ambassador. ?You are to return to Earth under Article 244 of the Diplomatic code.? ?No, Captain,? Ren pleaded, ?I request asylum. People have disappeared.? Casian looked at the man, almost feeling badly for him. Almost. He shook his head and replied, ?Yes they have. And by your design. You can?t break Federation law then expect it to save you.? He held up the PADD in his hand, waving it at Ren, ?And this takes the responsibility out of my hands. He is all yours Ambassador.? (reply Reed) (Posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I am here to clean up his mess.? Dahr nodded, ?I also have heard rumors of the dreaded DC tribunals and their consequences. Fortunately, I?m not one to listen to the rumor mill. If you believed all the rumors about me from the war you?d wonder how I survived my retirement.? ?Cleaning up his mess may take more than we think,? he added. ?You?d really need to talk to Deputy Director Weston for those details. Just the short version gave me a headache.? ?Will pass it along to my team. Now onward to new business. Your new ambassador has already arrived. I have the honor of being offered the position now that Ren has been relieved of his position.? Dahr smiled, ?I?m that case, allow me to present the president of Trillus, Taylin Zon.? Zon stepped between the two and reached for Reed?s hand. ?Ambassador Reed, we are gratified to make your acquaintance. Welcome to Trillus space and to Starbase Freedom.? Zane shook the president?s hand. ?The pleasure is all mine.? With a bit of curiosity, ?Normally, aren?t you planetside? A majority of your constituents are planetside, what brings you here to the station, I hope it was not Ren?? Taylin smiled, ?Not at all. The station?s main populace is civilian Trill. I came to see them. And uphold a promise to an old friend.? He winked at Dahr. ?And if I?m honest, I was curious who they would send to replace Ren. At least you?re a far-sight pleasanter to look upon.? Zane thought about how she had to be careful around this one. This man was a player. =^=Main Ops to Captain Dahr.=^= Dahr tapped his comm badge, thankful that Zon?s introduction was interrupted. ?Go ahead, Cooper.? =^=Sir, long-range sensors have picked up the Tholian envoy. Coming out of warp at 386 mark 27. They should be arriving within an hour.? Zane knew the pleasantries had ended and it was time for the work. ?The Tholians. I was under the impression that it had come to an end.? Zane moved to the side and pulled her PADD looking for the diplomatic data to download to her Person Access Display Device. ?It?s only just begun,? Dahr said. ?I?m not exactly sure what they were being offered, or what they were offering in return. Like I said, Michael Weston?s the expert here.? He tapped his badge again, ?Hail them. I?ll be right there.? =^= Roger that.=^= He tapped his badge again, ?Dahr to Weston, I need you in main ops. Now.? =^=On my way.=^= He turned to the door to usher the ambassador and president out, ?Madame Ambassador, President Zon, time to earn our keep.? (Starbase Freedom - Main Ops - CO - Captain Casian Dahr, President Taylin Zon and Ambassador Zane Reed - 1445) As they stepped into the bustle of main ops. The comms officer was sending out the hailing message. ?No reply from the Tholians yet,? Cooper reported. Upon entry, Quinna turned to see the group and turned back to her station. She was working on daily business along with the current situation. He looked up at the main viewer and saw the Tholian Tarantula class cruiser moving towards them. It was impressive as it was, but then something happened. ?Sir, the Tholian ship, it seems to be opening and weapons are coming in line.? ?Easy there Mr. Cooper,? Dahr said calmly, ?they're just preening. Showing us what they have. Power up our defensive systems but do not raise shields. Open the channel.? There was a beep as the comm line opened. ?Tholian vessel, this is Captain Casian Dahr of the Federation. We recognize your might and welcome your approach.? (reply A?Auton) (Posted by Al Muir and Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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The bay will be set to a Tholian environment so that you may disembark without putting your crew at risk. However, I will warn you that once you leave the bay you will be subject to a lower temperature and oxygen rich environment.? (reply A?Aton) The screen went back to the starfield and the approach of the Tholian vessel. Dahr looked at the assembled players before him. ?Mr. Weston, maybe you can fill us in on some of the details of A?Atom?s expectations?? Dahr suggested. Michael shrugged, ?All I can tell is what I gleaned from the brief. Ren was working a trade deal with the Tholians for a sector of space on the Klingon/Romilan border. The sector contained several habitable systems which had been abandoned after the supernova. I haven?t been able to determine the conditions of the area now, but if there was a species that could live there it would be the Tholians.? He paused for a moment and took a breath, ?It makes sense, in a way, other than the fact that it?s on the far side of the Klingon Empire, which makes me nervous as to what they?re up to. That and the way Ren manipulated governments, including the Klingons, the Federation and even the new Romulan government. To what end, we still have no idea.? Dahr looked at the new ambassador and gave her a half smile. ?Well that certainly makes your job so much easier.? (reply Reed) Then he looked at Zon, ?You ready to put on your presidential status?? ?Always,? Zon replied. He tapped his comm badge, ?Dahr to Samuels, I need you and a two person honor guard at docking bay Alpha 1. Full dress. ASAP.? There was a pause and Dahr could almost feel the El Aurian rolling his eyes before responding. =^=Roger that. =^= Then he turned to Solice, ?Commander, that includes you. Full dress and meet us at the docking bay.? (reply Solice) Finally he turned to the group, ?I will meet you all shortly. The Tholians should be docking within thirty minutes. Mr. Gort shall escort President Zon and Ambassador Reed to the docking bay.? Gort snorted his acknowledgment, happy that he hadn?t been asked to stay afterwards. With that Dahr headed for his quarters to change. (reply all) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1446) SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2025 14:06:58 -0800 Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - SFI Deputy Director?s Office - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1446) Michael was staring at the report on his computer shaking his head. This Ren character had left a hell of a mess in his wake. As he had delved into what he had been able to sift out of the Tholians briefs, he had also been looking through the restricted files of the Temporal Affairs Department files. Or at least, as far as he had been able to dig On top of that he?d been tracking the movements of his new buddy, T?xen Toks. The Chimeran was an enigma, for sure. Just his mere existence was an unsolvable problem. Michael found himself wanting to trust the man, but the circumstances and his natural sense of distrust was making it yet another conundrum. Over the past few hours his movements on the station had been a minimal. Of course his nature made tracking through sensors a bit difficult, but that was a problem Michael Weston had been able to solve. Suddenly his comm line chirped. =^=Dahr to Weston, I need you in main ops. Now.=^= Michael tapped a key to download his screen to his PADD and tapped his comm badge, ?On my way.? He tapped his badge again and said, ?Computer, STS transport to main ops, clearance, Weston Alpha 1 7 Omega 1 9 6 2.? He could feel the transporter effect envelope him. (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - SFI Deputy Director Michael Weston - 1447) Weston appeared on the dedicated transporter pad for the command center and noted everyone looking at the ship on the monitor. A Tholian Tarantula class ship in a full offensive display. He raised an eyebrow in a near Vulcan manner and moved behind Quinna. ?What?s cookin?, good lookin?,? he said in a whisper voice. (reply Solice) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 -1455) Tholian Ambassador A'Auton From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2025 21:54:20 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23. (T.A.S. Fateweaver - Cockpit - Ambassador A'Auton - 1455) The station had hailed the flagship, but had welcomed the approach. The Ambassador ordered the Naskeel to hold position while approach was conducted with a smaller vessel. In this case, A'Auton didn't want to use their transporters, there was no guarantee of what they would be transporting into. Instead the Ambassador chose a personal conveyance. The Federation would call such a craft a shuttle, the Klingons called it a fighter, the Ferengi a personal yacht . Its systems were simple, internal atmosphere, impulse drive, sensors, deflectors, a forward facing tetryon cannon and a web generator. The evac suit the Ambassador would need to navigate their frigid poisonous atmosphere was affixed to an airlock like structure in the aft of the craft, it doubled as an escape pod. Once the Fateweaver had exited the hangar it wasted no time and made a course straight for the station, one third impulse power. Once half the distance was covered the Ambassador hailed on the same frequency. The Tholian's carapace vibrated the message, translated by the onboard language matrix, only transmitting Federation Standard. [This is Ambassador A'Auton, on board the auxiliary craft Fateweaver. Provide shuttle berthing and accommodations as agreed upon by treaty.] (reply Dahr, Zon, Reed) (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 atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Ending Transmission.] As the Tholian's crystalline appendages interacted with the vessel's holographic display, the alien Captain was true to his word, a seemingly automated transmission too precise for a Human, began issuing from the station directing the Fateweaver's flight path to the appropriate docking bay. The Ambassador found that refreshing, coming from a bag of meat. All too often A'Auton found that these soft beings were duplicitous. The path was simple using a non-complex mathematical equation. The Tholian matched the velocity of ships in the area bringing the relative speed of the craft to be much lower. Once the Fateweaver was within visual range, the physical door rolled up and out of the way revealing a forcefield being the only thing between the lifegiving atmosphere reportedly inside and the death of space. Soon the small triangular ship passed through the bay forcefield and landed on the deck. A'Auton scanned the surrounding atmosphere and it was to exact Tholian specifications. The Ambassador sent the command to release the mechanical suit, lower the escape ramp and power down the craft to standby mode. The Tholian's clawed legs clacked strangely on the metallic deck of the bay. They deftly climbed into the EVO suit, and began the functions check. While that was accomplished the brief on the section of space that was in question was quickly downloaded into the suit. Then the seals on the suit closed. The Ambassador made way to the doors of the atmosphere ante-room. A short cycle of gasses taking the Tholian friendly mix out and replacing it with the poison the humanoids seem to thrive on. A soft tone and a green light indicated the air was safe for humanoids, the exosuit informed the Tholian the gases surrounding the suit were anathema to Tholians. A'Auton sent the signal for the door to open, because the airlock door required manual input to open. The Ambassador wondered if there would be escort or if they were allowing unaccompanied access to the station. (Reply Any) (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 atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1701) Loxanna Bagel From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2025 08:12:44 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 Bagel's Bagels Loxanna Bagel - 17.01) Loxanna was working on the paperwork associated with the restaurant. Many Trills business owners tend to focus more quickly on their daily sales. Loxanna had spent the last few hours trying to figure out where her profits were going. Her door was always open while she was in, and she enjoyed the company. Despite everyone around her, she was lonely and missed out on a reason to go home at night. This afternoon, it seemed as if someone used her open door. Loxanna seemed pleased with the distraction. "Hi. Anna. If you are not busy I would like to talk to you." ?Come on in, Honey. Come have a seat. Are you hungry? I can whip you up something.? (Reply Green) ?What?s up, Buttercup?? Loxanna asked. (Reply Green) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1705) Loxanna Bagel From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2025 11:30:50 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 Bagel's Bagels Loxanna Bagel -- 1705) Loxanna started to make the requested tea and let Raven talk. "I am here to make friends on the station. You are a nice person so I thought you would be a good place to start. I am looking to make some connections to the Trill community. A mutual relationship between the Trill population and Starfleet would benefit both sides. Here would be a good place to meet. You would benefit from that as well. As you can see I am not on duty now. Do you like the dress? I am looking for a Trill woman that has a dress shop on the station. She would be a good one to connect with besides the fact that I can use some new dresses." Anna smiled at the woman. She did seem a little vain in her appearance but also seemed kind-hearted. ?Yes of course your dress is lovely. I do know several dress shop owners. All of which are Trill. Most owners of the station do have Trill ownership. I am a rarity being a Human owner on the station.? Anna then delivered the tea to Raven. She then pulled a PADD and pulled up the shops directory. She placed the PADD down and turned to face Raven. ?Let?s see, Dear. There is Patice Laronz two doors down.? Anna pointed on the map. ?She does casual dresses. Nothing fancy. And well there is Deera Surry. She handles a Mother/Daughter shop. Her specialty is custom matching Mother-daughter dresses.? At this point, Loxanna had changed the map to the third level of the promenade and pointed to her store. (Reply Green, IYW) ?And there is a formal dressmaker. Aza Corrina. She specialized in event dresses such as weddings and state dinners.? Anna looked at Raven. ?Those are my favorite. Well actually I do not shop at Deera but she is one of my best friends. She was there for me when I opened my shop here at the station. She also does single dresses as well. Any one of these three shops would have excellent clothing for you. Does that help give you are start on your dress-shopping adventure? (Reply Raven) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 1710) Loxanna Bagel From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2025 17:50:53 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 -- Bagel's Bagels -- Loxanna Bagel -- 1710 "Thanks. Casual dresses are fine for now. I have some old formal dresses that will do until I get comfortable on the station. Does a boy named Izra come here? I am looking for his mother. I talked with him briefly before the address in the main promenade." Anna thought for a moment. She stared into Raven?s eyes for a moment? a split second?Anna thought to herself that she definitely was into men but she would be willing to have something with the most beautiful woman in the universe. Her beauty did not compare to any others. Everyone else paled in comparison. She needs to get back to the topic at hand. ?I do not know a child named Izra. But there was a long weekend I had with an Izra Pel. He was quite the lover. I can tell you all about him but alas he is no longer with us. Now I believe Pel has a new host that is in Starfleet but I am not sure where.? (Reply Green) ?Well, there are still shops that are Trill only. Some Trill owners are not fond of anyone that are not Trill by birth. Even those who are part Trill are not welcome. Perhaps this child?s mother is a part of that group, but they are not a part of our merchant association since some of us are of other races.? Monetary pause, ?If they are part of the group then I doubt she will help you. Though I am curious how you found this child, Izra, you said?? (Reply Green) ?Good Luck with your search,? Anna said. (Reply Green) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-1712) Station Artificial Intelligence From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2025 10:27:10 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Promenade Level 2 - Station AI- 1712) The station?s computer tracks all the activity on the station. But it had been programmed to spend resources to maintain and monitor the activities of the security personnel. They were the people who were most likely to run into trouble, and the AI was best equipped to give an immediate response. It had been troubled by this newest addition to the security crew. It was difficult to monitor her location. So it adjusted to find the anomaly. The IA found its behavior pattern to be a bit erratic. Then it communicated with the AI. ?Computer is there an Izra Pel on the station. If so where is he located.? After a short search it replied. =^= [There is no Izra Pel registered on the station as either civilian or as crew. There is a registry on the Starfleet database but you will need clearance access from the Chief of Security, Executive Officer or Commanding Officer to acquire that information.]=^= (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) NRPG: This is my second post as the stations AI, and I?m kinda getting a taste for it. I may to have to do posts for it more. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: