COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner 2025-08-02
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MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.03 - 2446.09.24
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 1
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0705) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Main Operations- CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0705)
(Reply Sullivan, Solice, Department Chiefs)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 0708, 0800) Chief IA - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
(USS Trillpa - Bridge - Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan -
0708)
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm.
T'Larah Sullivan - 0800)
(Reply Cpt. Dahr, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0801) Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0801)
[I am programmed to communicate in the native language of over a thousand
species, Captain Dahr. I do not consider that showing off.]
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0803) Chief IA, V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs -
V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan - 0803)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0807) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room -XO Commander Quinna Solice
-- 0807)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 0810) Chief IA - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs V.
Adm. T'Larah Sullivan - 0810)
(Reply Dahr, Samuels, Zerin)
(Reply Solice, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0814) V.Adm. Sullivan, Captain Dahr, Commander Solice, Lt. Samuels, Lt.Cmdr. Zerin
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - V.Adm. T’Larah Sullivan,
Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Lt. Hank Samuels, Lt.
Commander Zerin - 0814)
[ “Station Log, Stardate, Two-four-four-six-oh-seven-two-eight-point
nine-three Chief Engineer Gutierrez, Acting Station Commander recording. To
put it mildly, we’re in a bad way. Yesterday at approximately 0800 hours an
imbalance was noted in reactor three’s deuterium fuel tank. Shut down and
purge was ordered on the tank and reactor as per standard protocol, only to
have that reactor and tank explode unexpectedly. Station Commander Syssiab
Th'avhanas was killed with the explosion of reactor two. Every conceivable
means to remedy the problem have failed after multiple attempts. Sealing
the tanks off from the station and leaving them alone seem to be the only
course of action as they have not exploded yet. Auxiliary power has been
rendered fifty percent inoperative; the remaining working generators have
been shunted to structural integrity, leaving the station on backup
batteries, which will fail in two hours. Structural integrity is at seventy
five percent and holding, after the Auxiliary power gives we’re down to the
strength of duranium and our prayers. I will order the remaining forty
percent of the crew to emergency shelters. Even if the station's structural
integrity gives way, the emergency shelters are built to survive anything
short of re-entry or weapons fire. I will order regular reports from the
intact shelters, and after this log, I will send out the log buoy with an
automated distress signal. I can’t bear asking for help and potentially
getting no response for the fourteen days our shelters should last. End
Recording.” ]
(Posted by Todd, Al, Kris)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0820) Archeologist Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19, Civilian Berthing Corridors - Archeologist
Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero - 0820)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 1900) Major Sean Masters, Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Recreation Lounge 3 - MCO - Major Sean
Masters, Dr Kassandra Jones & Zero - 1900)
DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1042=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1044) Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Gailus Penn
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan
Senator’s Office - Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Gailus Penn- 1044)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1045=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?=
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-1050=29_Captain_Casian_Dahr=2C_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks=2C_Dr=2E_Gailus_Penn=2C_Commande_Quinna_Solice?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Romulan Office -
Captain Casian Dahr, T’xen Toks, Dr. Gailus Penn, Commande Quinna Solice -
1050)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1052) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1052)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1054) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1054)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1056) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1056)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1100) Station AI
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Station AI- 1100)
[Gahns, Dolan. Make Trill, 48 standard Trill years of age. No known
symbiont. Current position- civilian engineer on Starbase Freedom.
Instrumental in the construction and assembly of the starbase.
Family- married, wife deceased, suicide. Daughter. Deceased. Joined Tril,
Dora Pahk. Assigned to USS Banshee. Died on mission at Delta Rana IV.
Cause… information restricted.
Performance evaluations have grown progressively worse over the course of
his service on Freedom. Recent information shows that he has been
affiliated with a Trill faction opposed to the joining with symbionts.
Further investigation requires authorization from Captain Casian Dahr.
Isn’t he a cutie.]
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1102) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1102)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2- 1106) Dolan Gahns
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1106)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1123=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks=2C_Doctor_Dryliandrin=2C_Capta?= =?utf-8?q?in_Dahr?=
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?Starbasefreedom-rpg=3A_=282-1656=29_-_SFI?= =?utf-8?q?_Special_Agent-_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks=2C_Assistant_Director_Michael_?= =?utf-8?q?Weston?=
DAY 3
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=283-1012=29_Senator_Kasic=2C_Ambassador_?= =?utf-8?q?A=E2=80=99Auton=2C_Ambassador_Zandrea_Reed?=
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- Senator Kasic, Ambassador A’Auton, Ambassador Zandrea Reed- 1012)
(posted by Al, Kris and Todd)
UNKNOWN DAY
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 8:11) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - XO Commander Quinna Solice
- 08:11)
(Reply Dahr, Samuels, Zerin)
(Reply T’Larah, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0705) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2025 22:36:28 -0700
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Main Operations- CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0705)
It was always hard to say that there was nothing happening on a starbase
like Freedom. It was more correct to say that nothing… strange or out of
the ordinary was happening. And Casian was enjoying the moment.
“Captain,” Ensign Meucci, the Caitian communications officer called out in
her melodic voice, “in coming call from the USS Trrrilpa.”
Dahr raised a questioning eyebrow, “Trillpa?”
“Yes, sirrr,” she replied. “It’s Vice Admiral Sullivan.”
“From Internal Affairs?” Now he was really surprised. “So much for my
uneventful day. Put it through to my office.”
He sat down behind his desk and activated the holographic display to appear
over it. Then he tapped the flashing red sensor and the image of the the
Vice Admiral appeared.
“Admiral Sullivan,” Dahr said with a nod. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
=^=Starbase Freedom.... greetings. I'm requesting an audience with your
command team.=^=
“Indeed?” Dahr said. “I’m sorry to phrase it this way, Admiral, but is
there a problem?”
=^=It is a matter that requires conversing in person, not over subspace.=^=
“Sounds pretty serious,” Dahr said. “I will make my team available at your
earliest convenience. Just give me a time.”
(reply Sullivan)
When Vice Admiral closed the channel Casian opened up his own. “Dahr to all
senior staff, there will be a meeting in the conference room in one hour.
Dahr out.”
(Reply Sullivan, Solice, Department Chiefs)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 0708, 0800) Chief IA - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2025 12:18:06 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(USS Trillpa - Bridge - Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan -
0708)
=^= Sounds pretty serious, I will make my team available at your earliest
convenience. Just give me a time.=^=
"One hour, Captain, your conference room. Sullivan out. " T'Larah said,
then closed the channel.
"Ops, upload the Hades logs, flag them so only myself and Captain Dahr can
access them." she ordered.
"Very well, ma'am." the OPS said.
"I'll be at the station until further notice. Number one, you have the
ship, I expect her to be here when I get back."
(Reply none)
(Starbase Freedom - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs - V. Adm.
T'Larah Sullivan - 0800)
The security team had escorted her without incident. She could tell the
young officers had never seen an Admiral outside of their commencement
address at the academy, or it could be the Vulcan woman's mantle of being
the Chief of Internal Affairs. A title that certainly hadn't won her many
friends. Their overly stiff posture and trying to hide fidgeting with
uniform pieces to ensure everything was in place was a dead give away of
the officers' nervousness.
"Post up outside the conference room." T'Larah ordered. "Only allow your
Command team to enter."
The pair somehow snapped up stiffer. "Yes, ma'am!"
Once the security detail left, T'Larah addressed the computer. "Computer,
open the Hades logs previously transferred to the station from USS Trillpa.
Authorization Sullivan veh stehkuh alpha naukuh."
(Reply Computer)
The Admiral then waited for the arrival of Captain Dahr and his staff, she
began organizing the log excerpts into points for her briefing.
(Reply Cpt. Dahr, 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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0801) Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2025 21:36:59 -0700
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - CO - Captain Casian Dahr -
0801)
The AI analyzed the Vice Admiral’s voice and language, once satisfied the
female voice replied. [Voice print and authorization code recognized.
Na'shaya tor el'es, Shaltra-lan Sullivan.]
Dahr entered hearing the AI speaking Vulcan. He shook his head. “Stop
showing off Maggie.” The engineers had named the AI Maggie. He discovered
it was a reference to an Earth icon Marta Hari, whose real name was
Margaretha, Maggie for short.
[I am programmed to communicate in the native language of over a thousand
species, Captain Dahr. I do not consider that showing off.]
Casian was not going to get caught up in another debate with the AI. He
turned his attention to the Vulcan at the table.
“Vice Admiral Sullivan,” he said, coming around the table and offering his
hand. “Captain Casian Dahr. As Maggie said, welcome to Freedom.”
(reply Sullivan)
The next to enter were Hank Samuels and Zerin. Dahr smiled at the pair and
looked at Sullivan.
“My Chief of Security, Lt. Samuels and my Chief Engineer, Lt. Commander
Zerin. Gentlemen, this is Vice Admiral Sullivan.”
“Ma’am,” Hank nodded.
Zerin smiled and gave a traditional Vulcan salute and greeting, “Vice
Admiral, live long and prosper.”
(reply Sullivan)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0803) Chief IA, V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2025 23:58:52 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs -
V.Adm. T'Larah Sullivan - 0803)
“Vice Admiral Sullivan,” he said, coming around the table and offering his
hand. “Captain Casian Dahr. As Maggie said, welcome to Freedom.”
The Vulcan woman made no moves to shake the Captain's hand. She didn't want
touch telepathy to inadvertently share one of the Captain's private
thoughts with her. "Thank you for your hospitality, Captain and on such
short notice."
“My Chief of Security, Lt. Samuels and my Chief Engineer, Lt. Commander
Zerin. Gentlemen, this is Vice Admiral Sullivan.”
“Ma’am,” Hank nodded.
Zerin smiled and gave a traditional Vulcan salute and greeting, “Vice
Admiral, live long and prosper.”
She nodded to the Chief of Security, and returned the split hand salute to
the smiling Vulcan. "Peace and long life to you."
"Will your First Officer be joining us, Captain?" the Admiral inquired. She
didn't want to micro-manage a storied Captain on his own station. If they
had a valid reason for not showing she wasn't going to demand attendance.
To be fair the fewer people that were informed, the better for her
purposes.
(Reply Cpt. Dahr)
"We have enough to begin." Sullivan started. "If any other personnel manage
to steal away from their duties, we can catch them up. If she can't then
you may back-brief her."
(Reply Cpt. Dahr)
"As a preamble," the Admiral warned, "with the exception of your First
Officer the contents of this brief are on a need to know basis. Is that
understood?"
(Reply all present)
"I've spent a few years as a flag officer now. I am aware on how it could
affect my perspective, so I am using your command crew as a reasonable
person standard. Trying to determine if another crew's actions are what a
reasonable officer would do in their position."
(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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0807) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2025 19:18:04 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room -XO Commander Quinna Solice
-- 0807)
Quinna just left a meeting with the civilian shop keepers. She was late for
a meeting with the Vice Admiral. “Great, already showing a lack of respect
for my new position. The thing was, when the Ambassador needed you, you
ran.
Reaching the conference room door, she took a deep breath. She was running
not to miss more than she needed to. She tucked back a blond curl that had
fallen out of her bun. Taking a last deep breath, the doors to the
conference room hissed open, and Quinna stepped in.
"I've spent a few years as a flag officer now. I am aware of how it could
affect my perspective, so I am using your command crew as a reasonable
person standard. Trying to determine if another crew's actions are what a
reasonable officer would do in their position," the Vice Admiral said.
Quinna slipped into her seat as quietly as she could. She nodded to the
captain, and her focus went towards the Vice Admiral.
(Reply Any)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 0810) Chief IA - V. Adm. T'Larah Sullivan
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2025 07:56:53 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - Chief Internal Affairs V.
Adm. T'Larah Sullivan - 0810)
Sullivan's eyes caught the Commander slipping in. Her face matched the one
on the personnel file; it could only be the station's Executive Officer,
Commander Solice.
"Thanks for joining us, Commander." the Admiral said without malice. "I
understand I've unceremoniously imposed myself over your normal duties. I
thank you for your cooperation."
(Reply Solice)
"We are here to discuss a mission recently completed by the USS Hades, a
ship recently docked at your station." T'Larah began. "Before we begin, do
any of you have prior dealings, business or personal relationships with any
of the members of the crew?"
(Reply Dahr, Samuels, Zerin)
"Attending a dinner hosted in the Station Commander's quarters..."
T'Larah thought for a moment. "..that event alone shouldn't cause undue
bias."
(Reply Solice)
"Class of Forty-four?" T'Larah confirmed, "Which three?"
(Reply Solice)
"I see. Two of those are of utmost importance to the following. Did you
take many classes with any of them? Would you describe your relationship as
close?"
(Reply Solice, 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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0814) V.Adm. Sullivan, Captain Dahr, Commander Solice, Lt. Samuels, Lt.Cmdr. Zerin
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2025 21:21:30 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - V.Adm. T’Larah Sullivan,
Captain Casian Dahr, Commander Quinna Solice, Lt. Hank Samuels, Lt.
Commander Zerin - 0814)
“I had no lasting relationships from the Academy, except from those I
served with on the Illuminar.” Solice stated.
To T’Larah, the Commander seemed honest. Quinna asked further, “Is there an
issue with our graduating class?”
“No, Commander,” the Admiral answered. “No issues with the class. I’m
trying to establish a baseline for bias. Of which I’ve determined there is
no more than would be expected. I want your responses and opinions to be as
neutral as possible.”
“Of course, Sir.” Quinna affirmed
“I don’t see why you expect anything less,” Dahr assured her.
“Now that’s out of the way I will begin,” T’Larah stated. She pulled up a
picture of a Regula class research station with a purplish nebula in three
fourths of the background, labelled Outpost Forty Seven. “On Stardate
‘Zero-Seven-point-two-eight at approximately twenty three hundred hours
local time Research Outpost Forty Seven in the Beta Quadrant began
transmitting a distress call. The Hades was pulled out of Space Dock early
to respond. Forty Seven was tasked with research that was too sensitive to
sustain inside or around warp bubbles. The station had no warp core. She
was sustained by six very large deuterium fusion reactors and a smattering
of back up reactors.”
Zerin stood up to get a closer look at the image. It was odd that there was
only a two dimensional picture of the station rather holographic so that he
could get a good look at all the angles. He imagined the difficulties of
towing such a large station to such a remote area. The only word he could
get out was, “Intriging.”
“On approach, the Hades received the log buoy, which contained the
following final log.” The station still photograph was replaced with a
video file. The face of a tanned human with short cut hair, two solid pips
and one hollow on his collar. His eyes had a hollowness and posture looked
like he hadn’t slept for at least a day if not longer. A short rough
stubble had grown on his face.
His voice nearly cracked when he began to speak.
[ “Station Log, Stardate, Two-four-four-six-oh-seven-two-eight-point
nine-three Chief Engineer Gutierrez, Acting Station Commander recording. To
put it mildly, we’re in a bad way. Yesterday at approximately 0800 hours an
imbalance was noted in reactor three’s deuterium fuel tank. Shut down and
purge was ordered on the tank and reactor as per standard protocol, only to
have that reactor and tank explode unexpectedly. Station Commander Syssiab
Th'avhanas was killed with the explosion of reactor two. Every conceivable
means to remedy the problem have failed after multiple attempts. Sealing
the tanks off from the station and leaving them alone seem to be the only
course of action as they have not exploded yet. Auxiliary power has been
rendered fifty percent inoperative; the remaining working generators have
been shunted to structural integrity, leaving the station on backup
batteries, which will fail in two hours. Structural integrity is at seventy
five percent and holding, after the Auxiliary power gives we’re down to the
strength of duranium and our prayers. I will order the remaining forty
percent of the crew to emergency shelters. Even if the station's structural
integrity gives way, the emergency shelters are built to survive anything
short of re-entry or weapons fire. I will order regular reports from the
intact shelters, and after this log, I will send out the log buoy with an
automated distress signal. I can’t bear asking for help and potentially
getting no response for the fourteen days our shelters should last. End
Recording.” ]
Zerin looked at Hank Samuels and whistled. Hank nodded at the Vulcan’s
sentiment. “That didn’t sound good.”
Thinking of what she had just watched, many questions went through Quinna’s
brain. Did Hades check out these shelters? What did this have to do with
the members of the Hades she went through the academy with? Quinna did the
math in her head, noting it was 35 days ago. Though she was eager to know
these answers, she just made notes on her traditional PADD and waited for
more.
Dahr joined Zerin at the image and traced the outline of the station,
pausing at where he imagined the deuterium fusion generators would be. He
shook his head.
“They were lucky to have fourteen days,” he said. “I imagine the bigger
problem was ensuring there wasn’t a cascade failure between the other
generators. What was the time differential between receiving the signal
from the buoy and the arrival of the Hades on scene?”
“Would you like to see the overall mission timeline?” T’Larah asked.
“Only if it would help me understand what happened and what you need from
us, Admiral,” Dahr replied.
“To answer your question, the buoy was encountered twenty-three and fifty
hours on stardate ‘zero-seven-point-three zero, brought aboard and
analyzed. Shortly thereafter, arriving at the station, approximately zero
seven thirty five the next day. So, less than eight hours. She was
travelling at high warp.”
“So, if I understand this correctly,” Dahr had clarified it in his head,
“there should still have been a thirteen-day window before the station’s
power supply ran out? Plenty of time for a rescue operation.”
“All things being equal, Captain, I would agree,” T’Larah stated.
“According to sensor scans conducted by the shuttles involved in the rescue
mission, much of the power was gone by the time the Hades arrived.”
“So what went wrong?” Zerin interjected. “Clearly, the station was
destroyed before that time frame was up.”
“Correct, and your earlier hypothesis was correct. There was a cascade
failure. Much of the station had been vaporized during the fusion reactor
explosions. As were some of the backup food and water rations.” Sullivan
explained. “Once the EPS grid lacked the power to support onboard systems,
replicators failed.”
Zerin nodded, “And soon after that, life support would give out. Hours
might seem like days under those conditions.”
“According to the Hades CMO, Doctor Dural, the majority of casualties
brought over sustained various levels of malnutrition, dehydration, and
radiation sickness,” the Admiral explained. “Some, of course, worse than
others.”
“I recall,” Dahr said. “His medical staff did a great job with them, and if
memory serves, they rescued nearly all the survivors. So what’s the point
of this, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“The point, right,” T’Larah brought up a piece of the Hades log. “The
station was coming apart at the seams, but Hades’ own weapons barrage
destroyed her.”
“I am assuming it was to avoid a cascade effect in the debris. Easier to
collect the pieces and the data.” Quinna said, “And keep the salvage
hunters away.”
“That could be the reason,” the Vulcan woman admitted. “..but why were
chunks of the logs around 1400 deleted?”
“I once heard that nothing is truly deleted. Could Engineering try to
recapture the missing logs?” Quinna asked.
“You make it sound like they were intentionally deleted,” Dahr added. “Are
we sure there was not a technical issue due to their proximity of the
nebula and radiation?”
“That’s something I certainly intend to ask, when I question the Hades
crew.” There was finality to the Admiral’s words, not a threat, a
determined course of action. “This is a copy. So I wouldn’t be able to
restore any original data from the copy, Commander. I'd have to go to the
source.”
“Captain Dahr, do you have any officers or technicians that would be rated
to retrieve deleted data? Determine if it was a radiation or
electromagnetic spike? Computers are not my forte.”
Dahr raised an eyebrow as he thought. “To be honest, Zerin here is the best
engineer I’ve seen. He’s kept this place together through trials and
tribulations.”
The Vulcan smiles, “At least for the most part. But what you need is the
someone verse in quantum computing. That would be our new friend, Ensign
Adams. She’s kind of attached herself to the team integrating the
station’s systems with the AI and has made some marked improvements with
the AI interface.”
Dahr chuckled, “Yes, I believe I’ve experienced some of those
‘improvements’, when the computer addressed me as… honey… I believe it was.”
Zerin nearly spat out the drink of water he’d just taken. “I’ll have a word
with her to tone it down a bit.”
“Or at least make it less familiar,” Dahr suggested. “Commander, I want you
and Ms. Adams to attach yourselves to the Vice Admiral and help her with
whatever she needs.”
“You got it Captain,” Zerin nodded.
“Thank you Commander Zerin, and Ensign Adams, you’ll meet me at the
transporter tomorrow at Oh-Eight-hundred hours, we’ll be beaming over to
the Hades.” Sullivan said.
Zerin nodded but filtered out the sarcastic comment he might have given
Casian. The damn uniform was starting to fit him again.
“And the crew of the Hades?” Dahr asked.
“They were due to leave, I’m revoking their exit privileges. I’ll have the
written order on your desk tonight. Their auxiliary craft are still being
worked on?”
“I have people working on the shuttles right now,” Zerin said. “We’re
supposed to look at the fighter craft next.”
“Then those stay too.” T’Larah stated. “The fighters and shuttles will stay
right where they are.” As some of T’Larah’s human friends would say she’s
playing hardball.
Dahr nodded to his chief engineer, “Let’s see if we can’t drag our heels a
bit there.”
Zerin chuckled, “You know me. The master time waster.”
Then Dahr looked at Sullivan and said, “Is there anything else you need
from Freedom?”
“I don’t believe so, Captain.” T’Larah said. “I’ll meet your officers Zerin
and Adams in the transporter room at Zero-eight-hundred, and if it needs to
be said, this is not a matter for casual discussion. Clear?”
“Of course,” the captain answered.
“Thank you for your time, I’ll see myself out.” T’Larah said. She scooped
up her PADD and left.
Casian looked at his staff with a questioning eyebrow and a shrug.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Todd, Al, Kris)
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our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (1 - 0820) Archeologist Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2025 22:17:00 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19, Civilian Berthing Corridors - Archeologist
Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero - 0820)
Kassandra was in the area for the Archeology Conference on Trill that
started in a few days. She took it upon herself to show up a few days early
to get acquainted with the area. Reserved a pair of quarters on the newly
appointed Starbase Freedom, one for herself, and one for Zero.
She met zero a few years ago when she hired Zero and One, a Binar pair, to
run the book for her digs, translation clerical duties. An accident at a
dig site sometime last year and One perished. The loss of One was a neural
shock to Zero. Too far from Binar to send them home intime, an emergency
cybernetic procedure had to be done, Kassandra volunteered to link herself
with Zero accepting a neural implant in her left parietal lobe. She likens
it to having your kid brother or sister tag along in everything you do.
Zero's voice sounding something like a computerized child did nothing to
dissuade that notion.
"Why exactly did we show up early?" Zero inquired.
"To get the lay of the land before the conferences start...." Kassandra
said off handedly.
"Doctor Jones," Zero chided. "I can feel your emotional state. There's more
to it."
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Kassandra tried to change the subject.
Zero remembered the approach in the warp shuttle; they were able to see the
outside. "This wouldn't have anything to do with ships outside would it."
"No, not at all," the doctor lied.
Zero's eyes narrowed. He accessed his back up memory on his waist and
brought up the image. "USS Hades......" He held up a finger in a
*gotcha *moment.
"You're here to see that Marine, aren't you?"
"Fine, yes," she admitted. "Are you happy?"
"No," the Binar admitted. "You could have just told me."
"It wasn't just that," she added. "It's why I'm excited about this
conference. I think of it as a bonus."
"That makes sense," he said. "If we enjoy it or not we're linked, we can't
hide anything from each other for long."
"I'm sorry." She said. "Shouldn't happen again. We got some settling in to
do, your room is up there."
(Reply none)
(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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 8:11) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2025 12:17:23 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Conference Room - XO Commander Quinna Solice
- 08:11)
"Thanks for joining us, Commander," the Admiral said without malice. "I
understand I've unceremoniously imposed myself over your normal duties. I
thank you for your cooperation."
Quinna felt small with the comment. Was there condemnation in the Admiral’s
voice, or was she reading more into it than a simple comment? “I
apologize,” Quinna stated again, embarrassed.
"We are here to discuss a mission recently completed by the USS Hades, a
ship recently docked at your station." T'Larah began. "Before we begin, do
any of you have prior dealings, business or personal relationships with any
of the members of the crew?"
(Reply Dahr, Samuels, Zerin)
"Attending a dinner hosted in the Station Commander's quarters..." T'Larah
thought for a moment. "..that event alone shouldn't cause undue bias."
Quinna had thought for a moment. Did she know anyone? “A few from my
academy days, but nothing recent.”
"Class of Forty-four?" T'Larah confirmed, "Which three?"
“Ire Williams, Merek, and Dural,” Quinna’s brain froze. “My memory if
failing me at this moment. No other name come to mind.”
"I see. Two of those are of utmost importance to the following. Did you
take many classes with any of them? Would you describe your relationship as
close?"
“I had no lasting relationships from the Academy, except from those I
served with on the Illuminar.” Quinna was honest, even if she sounded
pathetic. Quinna was skeptical, “Is there an issue with our graduating
class?”
(Reply T’Larah, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 1 - 1900) Major Sean Masters, Dr. Kassandra Jones & Zero
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2025 22:51:51 -0500
Mission: Sequester
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.09.03
(Starbase Freedom - Level 19 - Recreation Lounge 3 - MCO - Major Sean
Masters, Dr Kassandra Jones & Zero - 1900)
"I find it highly unlikely that you coincidentally found exactly what Major
Masters would like without any meddling." Zero stated.
"It *was *a coincidence, that's why it's perfect." she absentmindedly
stirred her drink with the little plastic straw. Her golden knee length
dress with the spaghetti straps contrasted with her tanned skin.
Sean walked in the door. The pre-eugenics war music filled the air. His
button down shirt with slacks felt different from his usual cammies. He
scanned the crowd and quickly found Kassandra at the bar. "Hey!" He called
out.
Kassandra turned around when she heard Sean's voice over the crowd, she
waived to get his attention.
"This is amazing!" he said with a wide grin, "and you look amazing!"
"Thanks..." she said and took a sip of her drink to avoid saying anything
further.
"Who knew they had an Earth Pre war music night?" Sean asked.
"She did," Zero said.
A baseline guitar riff accompanied by a shrill wind instrument Sean knew
was a harmonica could be heard as the live band started their next set.
"May I have this dance?" Sean asked.
♪ Don't you give up don't allow disaster ♪
She took his hand and they walked out onto the dance floor.
♪ Don't you give up don't you let her win ♪
♪ We're talking about a ";forever after"; ♪
They settle into a rhythm with the music, almost a swing dance.
♪ The time is now and you don't have long
She could be oceans away tomorrow ♪
A harmonica solo erupts before the next stanza
♫♪♫
♪ The light in her eyes explanation escapes you
Longing to please and not feel alone ♪
They embrace and share a kiss before the end of the song.
(Reply any)
(Posted by Todd)
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SGT, IA ANG (Ret)
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our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2025 13:46:09 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1042) - SFI Special Agent- T’xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 6- re & Ensign Tiffanystricted Diplomatic Quarters- Tixen Toks- 1042)
As Penn explained Tiffany and an engineering team entered with cases. She looked at her Security Chief and Captain.
“Agent Toks requested we gather these devices you ordered fabricated from replication department sir.”
Toks nodded,
“Thank you Ensign, may I?” He asked the captain and security chief.
(Reply)
The Takaran chameleons took off of the flat paneled devices with an angled handle and controls over the hand and showed the method of holding it.
“Simple design. Point at the particles. Pull the trigger. Tap the button on the top and Marai will transport them away hopefully before they are triggered to explode.”
(Reply any)
Posted by timmanjayc
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1044) Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Gailus Penn
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2025 18:49:19 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Romulan
Senator’s Office - Captain Casian Dahr and Dr. Gailus Penn- 1044)
Dahr watched as Toks entered the office with a small entourage of
engineers. He wondered about how easy it was for people to enter a secure
area.
He turned to Samuels and said, We need to look at the security protocols on
this level, Lieutenant. I’m getting the impression that almost anyone can
get in here.”
Samuels glared at Toks and his squad and replied, “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it
today.”
One of the engineers stepped over to the group with a case in her hands and
offered them to him. “Agent Toks requested we gather these devices you
ordered fabricated from the replication department, sir.”
“Thank you Ensign,” Toks told the young woman, then he turned to the team
and added “May I?”
Dahr shrugged and opened his arms, “Be my guest.”
The Takaran picked up the controller and began to explain. “Simple design.
Point at the particles. Pull the trigger. Tap the button on the top and
Marai will transport them away hopefully before they are triggered to
explode.”
Dahr nodded in approval and then looked at Penn. The Benzite gave a big
smile and announced, “I suppose that is my cue.”
He tapped and a secondary display showed next to holographic image of the
station and the current location of the particles. Then he began to make
adjustments to some settings.
“I am creating a gravimetric resonance pulse, thanks to the device that Mr
Toks has provided,” he explained. “Set to the right frequency we should be
able to…,” he paused as if his computations were putting a physical strain
on his body, “there… adjust the direction flow of the programmable
anti-matter, to a more convenient location for containment.”
“Should?” Dahr questioned. Then he saw the direction of the matter change
and head towards module 2. “Perhaps we should also define convenient.”
Penn looked at the captains and replied, “Yes, well I probably should have
said that they’d come straight for us. But we should have the particles
contained before they are scheduled to coalesce.” His brow furrowed as
Penn looked at the data relay. “Unless…”
“Unless?” Casian prompted.
There was a moment of deafening silence as Penn indicated the decay rate of
the matter.
“Unless the pulse also affects the decay rate timer,” Penn said, “which it
apparently did.”
He measured the distance with his fingers, did a quick calculation then
looked at Toks. “According to my calculations the anti-matter should be
within range of your device in about 30 seconds. According to the timer it
should coalesce in 40 seconds. Be ready.”
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2025 21:57:41 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1045) - SFI Special Agent- T’xen Toks
Mission: Guess Whose Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Medical Level- Tixen Toks- 1045)
The engineering team took the devices and also passed extras to the command team of the station.
“Marai,
Are you ready?” Toks asked.
=^= In position, transporters ready. They are increasing speed to your location. Please be ready….. and Tix, be careful!=^=
Toks nodded even though the Ai wasn’t really looking at him. “You too. Fitany you showed them? Everyone spread out to the perimeter of the room.”
They all began moving when a glittering color changing particles, seeming almost like a cloud, began phasing through the ceiling of the quarters.
“Captain? On your command,” Toks reported.
(Reply any)
(Posted by tinmanjayc)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282-1050=29_Captain_Casian_Dahr=2C_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks=2C_Dr=2E_Gailus_Penn=2C_Commande_Quinna_Solice?=
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2025 21:53:50 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level- Romulan Office -
Captain Casian Dahr, T’xen Toks, Dr. Gailus Penn, Commande Quinna Solice -
1050)
Dahr watched the action with a sense of impending foreboding. If Toks had
been right, this would be the moment they all died, and it was the first
time that Casian was glad that Roxie wasn’t there with him.
The teams encircled the growing mass and activated their electromagnetic
field generators. The antimatter seemed dragged into a spinning cloud like
a tornado or ruthmic insect pattern,
Particles attempted to alter their new course and created feedback sparks
of light along the electromagnetic barrier.
Penn began to make adjustments to his harmonics to try and slow down the
decay and monitor the status of the drones’ containment.
=^= All are contained. Transporting! =^= Maria’s voice could be heard over
the electric whining sound that seemed to be growing in volume.
The color pattern began blinking in the swarm just as the transporter beam
caught them.
“The decay loop is speeding up,” Penn called out. He tapped into Maria’s
feed and made a small change to the angular confinement beam. Suddenly the
color pattern disappeared.
Maria’s voice, this time a hail to all craft in the area. =^= Emergency
Starfleet messsge shields up on station and all orbiting vessels and craft
immediately. Priority: Emergency=^=
Dahr tapped his comm badge, “Ops, raise shields.”
=^=We’ve been monitoring. Already up, sir.=^=
Dahr looked at Hank and half smiled, “Remind me that that man needs a
raise.” Hank stifled a chuckle. The moment was brought back to its serious
disposition with an announcement.
=^=All hands, brace for impact.=^=
Across the entire view of the room windows an immense explosion seered
across space.
The station shuddered then rocked. Claxons cried out, as the group caught
their balance. After several seconds, it settled and the space away from
the station darkened again.
Dahr tapped his badge, “Ops report.”
=^=Shields holding but drained to 18%. Minor damage reports coming in but
structural integrity of the station is holding up.=^=
Toks signed leaning against the wall holding his chest. “You can deactivate
the hand helds. Thank you everyone. You just saved thousands of people.
Marai, are you ok”
=^= Shields are in repair mode. Radiation levels are high, temporal
radiation present. You are being affected my love.=^=
Toks nodded. “I know. I feel it.” He looked at the others and said. “I
recommend shields stay up til radiation subsides.”
Samantha Target had been a medic through many tough years and had learned
to keep her awareness about her surroundings up. She was the first to
notice the Takaran acting strangely. Pulling out her tricorder probe she
moved over to him and began to scan.
She looked up from the readings and looked at him questioning. “Your cells
are in some kind of flux. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re going
through some kind of radiation sickness.”
Grimacing at the sensitivity of his temporal radiation poisoning, he said,
“It’s an after effect of so much time travel. A type of temporal radiation
poisoning. I’ll be okay, as long as I stay away from gravimetric or
temporal anomalies for a while.”
Sam made a face that showed her displeasure at his nonchalant attitude
towards this potentially lethal affliction. “Be that as it may, I want you
in the med center after this, just to check you out.” She saw the look on
his face and put up a warning finger. “No argument mister. I will find you,
and I will drag you there, kicking and screaming if necessary.
Sam was by no means an intimidating figure, being a little more than five
feet tall, however she had a way about her that made her appear to be much
larger.
“This is why I can’t time travel til I’m recovered,” Toks explained.
“Even more reason to have a doc check you out,” she replied.
“I absolutely agree,” Dahr said as he joined them. He turned to his XO and
added, “Commander, I want a level by level damage report. Get in contact
with the civilian leaders, and get
“I’ll coordinate with Engineering and Civilian Affairs—starting with decks
seven through ten. Those were closest to the external blast vector.” Quinna
paused for just a second, her gaze flicking toward Toks. Her voice softened
slightly. “And I’ll assign medical patrols to sweep the affected zones.
Temporal radiation exposure isn't always immediate. I want medics with
tricorders checking every civilian and crew member showing any signs of
flux.”
Turning on her heel, she began issuing orders crisply over her comm badge
as she exited the room.
“Commander Solice to Department Heads—report status and damage by section,
starting with critical infrastructure. Civilian Affairs, meet me in
Briefing Room Two in ten minutes. Security, keep your teams mobile and calm
the residents. Medical, have your triage teams ready for incoming scans and
treatment.”
She glanced back once at Dahr, calm but focused. “I’ll update you in
twenty, sir.”
Casian smiled. Not for the first time he was glad she had accepted to be
his executive officer.
Then he turned back to Kasic and Toks, “Meanwhile, I would like to
accompany you to
Wo to our medical center.”
Kasic stood up, still a little unsteady, and Casian added his support to
the Romulan, along with the doctor and the Romulan guard. He led the group
out of the office, headed to the med center.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1052) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2025 22:08:55 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1052)
Dolan sat on the edge of the shelved cot of the cell contemplating what had
gone on over the last few days. If he were honest with himself, he really
hadn’t expected to be alive right now. He’d been promised a hero’s death.
The Romulan would be dead, his guards would have killed him, and they would
have terminated his threat. Why was he still alive.
The answer to his question walked towards him. She looked like a pretty,
young red haired girl, but Dolan knew better. There was only one
explanation for what happened to him. She sat down and pulled out a PADD.
"Mr. Gahns I am Lieutenant Raven Green. I am here to interview you for the
record. Let's start by stating your name and why you were in the
Diplomatic Area of the station. Let me remind you it is better you talk to
me than the Romulans."
Dolan shook his head. Threatening him was going to have little effect. He
should already be dead. And since he failed he doubted that he’d live to
be taken anywhere off this station.
“You already know my name, Changling,” he barely got the word out. “And why
I was there should be fairly obvious.”
Gahns leaned forward, trying to look as brave as he could, “You can’t scare
me,” he lied.
He was more afraid of the changeling than he was of any consequence from
Starfleet. After all, he was raised on the horror stories of her people.
The only thing that scared him more was what his benefactor might be
capable of doing.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1054) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2025 20:43:03 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1054)
Gahns scowled at the girl talking to him. How would she know what was going
through his head? She was Changeling. A damn shapeshifter, not a telepath.
However, he saved that thought and focused on the threat.
“EpiPen?” he scoffed. “Shows what you know, Changeling. What next? You
going to lock me in here with some venomous flying insect? Is that what
Starfleet is now, resorting to torture to get information? Torture has
never been a reliable method of extractin information. People will say or
admit to anything to make it stop. So put away your Tal Shiar bag of
tricks. You don’t even know what it is that you don’t know. And you have
no idea what real fear is.”
He sat back with his head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to
ignore her very presence. But then the image of his daughter would dissolve
into his mind, with a look of disappointment on her face.
What had he done?
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1056) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2025 08:10:51 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1056)
Green’s voice brought Dolan’s mind back into focus. He shook his head at
the girl’s warning.
“Make it easier on myself?” he said in disbelief. “How easy do you think I
can make this? Trust me when I say that they already know you have me. But
they also know I have little to tell you. If they wanted me dead, I would
already be so. If my capture were a threat to their plan they could make
it that I had never even been born.”
He suddenly realized that he’d said too much. If he’d never been born then
neither would his daughter. He’d never had met his wife. What a blessing
that would be. But apparently he was destined to be a tortured soul.
His big regret is that his failure may have only solidified the union
between the Tholians and the Romulans, bring both species closer to having
representation in the Federation. He still had no idea what that meant to
his… benefactor.
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1100) Station AI
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2025 09:58:17 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Station AI- 1100)
The AI often had many curious requests cover the course of a day, but it
often took interest when the request is to give information on a specific
person. Especially if the request comes from security. Even more so with
the creature known as Raven Green.
So who was this Dolan Gahns? As the AI came across the information it sent
it to the PADD of Green.
[Gahns, Dolan. Make Trill, 48 standard Trill years of age. No known
symbiont. Current position- civilian engineer on Starbase Freedom.
Instrumental in the construction and assembly of the starbase.
Family- married, wife deceased, suicide. Daughter. Deceased. Joined Tril,
Dora Pahk. Assigned to USS Banshee. Died on mission at Delta Rana IV.
Cause… information restricted.
Performance evaluations have grown progressively worse over the course of
his service on Freedom. Recent information shows that he has been
affiliated with a Trill faction opposed to the joining with symbionts.
Further investigation requires authorization from Captain Casian Dahr.
Isn’t he a cutie.]
(reply Green)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1102) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2025 16:57:52 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1102)
Dolan looked up in anger as this creatures dared to invoke Tessa’s memory
to move home. His memory of her was what fueled his rage. But before he
could speak he looked into the woman’s eyes. What starred back was not the
bright green eyes that he’d seen before. Now it was the soft brown eyes of
Tessa.
The sight of those eyes looking back at him jarred him. He stared into
those brown, accusing, disappointed eyes and suddenly he couldn’t speak.
The bubble containing his anger had been popped by those eyes.
Without really knowing why, a tear formed in the corner of his own eye. The
look of disappointment from the eyes of his own daughter was more than he
could bare. He’d been filled with rage for since her death and he had come
to believe that was all his heart could hold. Now he realized that it was
not true.
He couldn’t look into those eyes another second, but he couldn’t bear the
thought of looking away. She was there in those eyes. His reason for being.
For living. But how could it be? When she died the grief in both parents
had been so great that it drove them apart.
Now, seeing his daughter’s eyes again, he realized how wrong that had been.
How wrong he’d been. She’d only aspired to what every young, bright Trill
had aspired for. To be joined. And she had been successful. But there was a
loss that was involved for the parents. A loss that had been filled with
blame.
The. The loss of her life. It had been too much to lose Tessa twice. No
parent should go through that.
And now those soft, loving eyes, looked at him from a face they didn’t
belong to. But they were her eyes, and the look they gave him…
Finally he turned away and huddled into a corner of his cell.
“No!” he suddenly cried out, but more to himself than anyone else. “No, no,
no. What have I done.”
The realization that he had nearly cost thousands of others their lives
overwhelmed him. He turned to look at the young woman looking back with
her usual green eyes and tears began to flow.
“I’m so sorry,” he wailed. “Goddess Tessa, I am sorry. I was so convinced.
Jarek had me convinced that I could get my Tessa back… my life back… if I
helped him. He said one small change in history now could make a difference
for the future, and the past.”
He sat with his elbow in his lap and his face pressed into the palms of his
hands. “I just wanted my baby back.”
(reply Green)
(posted by Al Muir)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2- 1106) Dolan Gahns
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2025 10:24:07 -0700
Mission: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.23
(Starbase Freedom - Level 13 - Brig - Dolan Gahns- 1106)
It was a little odd having this young girl talk to him like she was his
grandmother. He wasn’t sure if he felt soothed by it or disturbed. But she
invoked Tessa’s name and that focused him.
Although the damn of rage had broken there was still a modicum of anger
stores and he had to push past the fact that a Fedder was speaking of her,
but what she was saying made sense. Yes, Tessa would want him to help. Even
before her joining that was who she was.
He pulled himself together and looked at this girl who was trying to
connect with him. Then he shook his head.
“I’m not sure what I can tell you,” Dolan began. “I never really got a good
look at him. I was only in his presence, maybe a half dozen times. He came
at night and stayed in the shadows. But what I do remember were his eyes.
Those bright red, glowing eyes, boring into my head from the dark.”
Gahns shuddered at the memory. “He told me he was trying to repair a
mistake in time caused by the Federation, and allowing this union between
the Tholians and the Romulans. He was adamant that it was not to happen.”
Then he looked off thoughtfully and added, “There was something he said
once… what was it… I can’t remember the exact words, but it sounded like
he had made attempts before. That he’d worked hard to get the Tholians and
Romulans together for this to work.”
He looked at Taven and asked, “Do you know what he meant by that?”
(reply Green)
“He also left me the impression that he had a back up plan,” Gahns said.
“Something drastic. I got the impression it meant the destruction of the
station. I’d been so looking forward to the peace death would have brought
me.”
Sudden realization hit him and he burrowed his head into his hands again.
“Oh Tessa, what have I done.”
Turning his back on Raven it was clear he was done talking for a while.”
(reply Green)
(posted by Al Muir)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2025 21:09:38 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1123) - SFI Special Agent- T’xen Toks, Doctor Dryliandrin, Captain Dahr
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Medical Level- Tixen Toks, Dr. Dryliandrin, Captain Dahr- 1123)
“Medical…..again,” Toks said with a dry chuckle, wincing at the pain in his core as he did so. “Starting to feel like home.”
Dryliandrin gave the unusual patient a stern look. “No talking or moving please,” he admonished. “The computer is scanning.”
=^=Good luck with that,=^= Maria’s hologram said sarcastically. It was her medical hologram form, in scrubs, her hair pulled into a bun to keep it out of patients' way, although this was an image not the photonic corporeal form on the ship.
“So he’s predictable? That’s what you are saying?” Drin asked. With a glance to the hologram. “Surprising, considering how complicated this patient is.”
The Deltan stared at the screen hard. He'd worked with emergency medical holograms many times, this one was a whole new level.
“Marai,” he asked, his professional tone taking over, “can you see what I see?”
Marai’s hologram literally walked through Tok’s and the bio bed to stand next to the Chief medical officer. “Indeed I do.”
The sound of the scan shut down. And both doctors turned back to their patient. It was the same move, the same expression.
=^=Well you've gotten yourself into another fine little mess, Tix.”=^=
Toks stared at the hologram hard. “What does that mean?”
“You have temporal radiation poisoning and cellular decay. It will take six months for your body to replenish the area at your rate of healing and we cannot speed it up. We can keep you healthy, keep you on duty, but nothing time travel or temporal or chronotonic can be near you,” Drin explained.
“But I already have that. That’s why I’m trapped in limited centuries.” Toks argued.
“Now you're stuck in the normal flow of this time period. For at least six months.”
“Grevish!” Toks hissed.
=^=Language, my love,=^=
“Marai and I can administer properly administered sessions with a medical transporter to clear away damaged cells,” Drin said. “And we will help you manage the exhaustion and pain. But this is serious. Take it as such.”
Toks gave a frustrated chuckle and then smiled his charming smile, “Thank you Doctor, I appreciate it. I just feel like a bird that suddenly finds out it can’t fly.”
Drin nodded, “I used to dream of adventure on a starship in the unknown. Loved it until one day it became a months long nightmare.”
“You were awarded the Starfleet Star of Valor for becoming the captain and getting people out of it,” Toks said like he’d been there.
Drin looked at him curiously. “What exactly do you know about it?”
“The tactics you and your people used became very useful when Starfleet had to deal with those people.”
=^=Tix, this affliction is making you forget temporal directives.=^= Marai warned.
Tix started to apologize but closed his mouth and nodded. But he looked at the Deltan with respect. “For me and many many others… Thank you. You saved one of my foremothers and her unborn child.”
Drin’s eyes narrowed. -Only one person was pregnant then,- he thought.
Dahr had stayed with the Romulan as he was examined by Dr. Edwards. The scans showed minor damage to his actual cell structure, but obvious trauma to his chest. If Kasic had been a human, or even a Trill, he could be in a lot worse shape.
Chief of the E.D. looked at his CO. “Well… I’d say that he’s lucky, but I’m pretty sure his body armor saved his life. I’d need to know more about the weapon, but if he weren’t Romulan, with the similar body structures of a Vulcan, he could be dead.”
He turned to the nurse helping him and ordered, “Give 5 ccs of an analgesic, and fifteen minutes with a cellular regenerator.”
The nurse nodded and went into action. “He’ll be some time Captain,” Edwards said. “You can stand there and wait it you like, but there’s not much you can do, and to be honest, the Senator is not in any danger. Go do something else and I’ll keep you informed of his treatment.”
Dahr nodded and looked at the two Romulan centurions. Then he turned to check on Toks. He caught the tail end of the conversation as he stepped in.
“Well, Mr. Toks,” Dahr moved over to the biobed, “looks like we don’t all blow up this time.”
Toks nodded with a grateful smile. “And I will be eternally grateful, Captain. How is the Senator?”
“He’ll live,” Dahr replied. “Tell me, what do you think was different this time, than in all of your previous timelines? Or are we through this?”
Toks looked left and right. “I can’t be certain, but I think you are safe. We will be vigilant of course, but this failure to assassinate the senator, and the assassin, was thwarted. It’s very public.”
“It was,” Casian agreed. “But I got the impression that the assassination attempt was a, what’s the term, smoke screen.”
“I think the real assassination attempt is the Tholian ambassador. Instant war with his death as a victim of station terrorism.”
“Very plausible,” the Trill said with a shrug. “We’ll have to see what Lt. Green can get out of our resident of the brig. Meanwhile, tell me more about this temporal radiation poisoning. Although I can’t say I’m completely surprised, I really didn’t know that was a thing.”
“It requires a multitude of time jumps without proper modulation or a really bad experience. Mine was the latter.”
“Don’t sounds like we’re going to have the pleasure of your company for a while,” the captain said.
“Would you have use of me, sir?” Toks asked.
The captain smiled, “I may not have phrased it exactly that way, but you have provided us a valuable service, and your continued presence could be quite useful. Unfortunately, I’m uncertain where you stand in this century and I believe your status is in the hands of SFI, and Deputy Director Weston. I would be happy to speak to him on your behalf.”
Toks smiled. “It would be nice to in service to one place for awhile. Thank you.”
“One place?” Casian repeated. “And, I imagine, one time. I understand one place. My previous host had a bit of a wanderlust, and rarely stayed anywhere long. By he had some incredible experiences. Still, I enjoy having my… home.”
He stood up and looked at T’xen. “I think, T’xen, that under any conditions, having you around will make things … interesting around here. We’ll talk again soon.”
With that he exited the emergency department.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2025 17:20:48 -0400
`Starbasefreedom-rpg: (2-1656) - SFI Special Agent- T’xen Toks, Assistant Director Michael Weston
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.24
Starbase Freedom - Level 2- Medical Level- Tixen Toks , Micheal Weston - 1656)
Toks was dressing in attire Dr. Dryliandrin had kindly replicated for him. Apparently it was the latest in Takaran business fashion with almost an intricate ring and triangle item hanging as a neck feature much like the ties humans occasionally wore. As he did draw on the life of some of his Vulcan ancestors, he did seem drawn to their fashion choices, and utilized their logical training in his professional life, he was by no means interested in a non emotional life. There were too many memories that held strength with the grips of the emotional anchor to call his attention.
He grabbed his pin and connected it and the bracelet version of a tricorder and spy everything at once when he felt like he was being watched. He turned.
“Director Weston, did you want my closing report now?”
Michael stepped into the room shaking head. “That was not my purpose for coming. I just stopped by to check in on you.”
The chameloid scratched a pointed Vulcan ear, all be it Takaran green hue and winced at the less but still present chest pain at movements. He tried to hide it, but figured the director didn’t miss much. Instead he tapped the pain suppressant chip Dr. Dryliandrin had temporarily adhered to his head just below his left ear.
“I’ll be alright in a bit. A little less time meanwhile and a bit more advisory in that regard.”
Michael walked over to the bio bed and sat on the edge. “It seems like you're going to be staying with us for a while.”
“Am I?”
“Well according to Captain Dahr you’ve been pretty useful throughout this… whatever you’d call it. He seems to be quite impressed with you.”
“That’s nice to know. “
“I figure,” Michael continued, “that having you around might be a good thing, so I’d like to put you to work. This whole thing is not over. Gahns is just a little fish. We need the shark in charge. You up for that?”
“I agree there’s much more than Gahns and the programmable anti matter to this. And I am definitely up for that,” he added with a smirk.
Michael stood up and faced the temporal agent. “Then welcome to the team, Mr. Toks. I’m sure you’ll live to regret it.”
(Reply any)
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We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2025 21:41:42 -0700
Mission: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.09.24
(Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - Conference Room
- Senator Kasic, Ambassador A’Auton, Ambassador Zandrea Reed- 1012)
Kasic sat back in his seat and rubbed his chest. There had been little
residual damage from the attack by the Trill, but there was still this
ghost sensation of pressure at the point of the particle weapon he had
used. It was a good thing that he always wore his armour under his robes,
otherwise the outcome could have been far more… dire.
He looked at the proposal on the holo-display, but didn’t really read the
words. He had already memorized the facts and the data. He had sent the
information back to the Senate and had received their response. Their
cultural distrust of the Tholians had been examined and considered.
However, the territory that the Tholians were looking at was rare in the
universe, and perfect for their anatomy. Romulans could not habitat such
conditions so the loss to Romulan territory was negligible. Giving the
Tholians a foothold in Romulan territory was the true danger. But the
conditions laid out on this charter, and backed up by the Federation was
enough for the Senate.
“By signing this,” Kasic said, indicating to the document floating in front
of him, “we enter a new, and here before, unheard of era for Romulan and
the Tholians. Perhaps we can even learn to trust one another.”
Once the data was displayed A’Auton uploaded it into his suit and ran his
own translation program, ensuring that the body of the script hadn’t been
tampered with and to ensure there were no differences between the
translations. [Your change in political structure makes your people
more…predictable.] Then the Ambassador clarified. [In previous decades we
loathed working with Romulans because they would say something and act a
different way. It seems your new Republic has made you more… dependable.]
Zane inclined her head with deliberate respect. “Then I believe the
foundation has been laid.”
Her tone remained calm, but her words carried quiet gravity. “The
Federation is here not to steer, but to support. Senator Kasic, your people
have taken a bold step forward. And Ambassador A’Auton, your Assembly has
shown pragmatism in a time when it matters most.”
She rose slightly from her chair, the movement smooth. “When you are both
ready, the Federation stands ready to ratify the terms—and assist in
establishing the joint oversight protocols as outlined.” Then she added,
lightly, “After all, history doesn’t write itself.”
[The terms are acceptable. The Assembly is ready to certify and sign now.]
Dahr looked at Zane and nodded, “Then I suggest that we complete these
proceedings get down to the work of actually implementing these accords.”
Kasic looked at the Captain. He was an impressive figure and it was clear
why Starfleet brought him back to command this station. Even more so, he
was impressed with this Zane Reed. She was definition to the task of
leading these proceedings.
With a deft move he put his hand to the document and certified it for
ratification. The rest, as Reed might have said, was yet to be written.
A’Auton commanded the suit to move the upper appendage hanging slightly
over the input device. Then placed their actual hand over a sensor inside
the suit which sent a signal to the document affixing an electronic
signature cementing the Assembly’s agreement to the treaty.
Zane gave a single nod, her eyes moving between the two signatories. “Then
let this be remembered as the moment where possibility triumphed over
precedent.”
(reply none)
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