USS Hades

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MISSION LOG: HOMECOMING
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.04 - 2446.10.17
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DAY 2
  - HADESRPG: (2 - 0920) MCO, Major Sean Masters
    (USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - MCO, Major Sean Masters -
0920)
  - HADESRPG: (2-0922) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
    (USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant
Stom- 0922)
  - HADESRPG: ( 2 - 1236) CO, Captain Keira Merek & SO, Ensign La'Kura
    (USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Assist.
Astrometrics Officer, Ensign La'Kura - 1236)
  - HADESRPG: (2-1535) Chief Engineering Officer- Lt. Adnora Alouron
    (USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - Chief Engineering Officer - Lt Adnora Alouron - 1535)

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HADESRPG: (2 - 0920) MCO, Major Sean Masters
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2026 18:32:11 -0600

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17

(USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - MCO, Major Sean Masters -
0920)

“ 22 Sir.” Stom replied.

"How many of those are *combat* drops?" Now, Masters was trying to break
through the shell. How will he take the question? More precisely the
inference of the question, how and when it was asked. In this instance it
tells more than the question itself.

Sean saw the Ferengi's eyes move, but no betray of anger or anything else.

~Good discipline.~

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

Sean shook his head at the loss of life. Since the Federation had withdrawn
from the galactic scene at large, it made everything worse. Two years ago
the 'Fleet had been pouring cadets into the breach, clawing to gain back
former ground. "With your skillset," Sean paused. "We've never had a
specific element designated for it."

(Reply Stom)

"We're going to change that." Sean said. "I'm assigning to you Third Squad."

(Reply Stom)

"You're going to lead it. Train them, mold them." Sean finished.

(Reply Stom)

"I'm going to put in for a training exercise. Live fire. Every swinging
phaser. We got enough new people to warrant a cohesiveness exercise.
Captain's gotta sign off." Sean said.

(Reply Stom)
(Posted by Todd)



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SGT, IA ANG (Ret)

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HADESRPG: (2-0922) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2026 19:27:55 -0500

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17

(USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant
Stom- 0922)


 "With your skillset," Masters paused. "We've never had a specific element
designated for it."

Stom said nothing but looked at The Major with interest in what could be
said next. ~ Don't tell me I'm being shipped right back to the Oatha sector
to serve under Colonel Waverly again. ~

"We're going to change that." Masters said. "I'm assigning to you Third
Squad."

Instantly Stom was surprised, and completely caught off guard. “ Third
Squad needs a sniper, Sir ?” Stom asked.

"You're going to lead it. Train them, mold them." The Major finished.

Stom was even more surprised than he was previously. He had never led
anything in his career, not even a training exercise during basic training.
Stom was always overlooked for such opportunities.
“ Yes, Sir.” Stom said as he masked his smile.

"I'm going to put in for a training exercise. Live fire. Every swinging
phaser. We got enough new people to warrant a cohesiveness exercise.
Captain's gotta sign off." Masters said.

“ Understood, Sir.” Stom said.

( Reply Masters)

“ Permission to speak freely , Sir.” Stom requested.

( Reply Masters)

“ Sir.” Stom began. “ I want to thank you for this opportunity. I'll get to
work right away with Third Squad, Sir.”

( Reply Masters)

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HADESRPG: ( 2 - 1236) CO, Captain Keira Merek & SO, Ensign La'Kura
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2026 18:45:19 -0600

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17

(USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Assist.
Astrometrics Officer, Ensign La'Kura - 1236)

“ Oh yes please, Captain. Anything from home ?” La'Kura asked.

“Mineral water from the spring East of the Se'Tar camp.” It wasn’t a
question, more a statement of fact.

“ You programmed that into the replicator yourself didn't you ?” La'Kura
asked with a chuckle.

“I may have tried my hand at some replicator tweaking." Keira admitted.

“ In the Academy I programmed at least two dozen options into the
replicator in my quarters. Everything from Chita Tea to Mikor juice.”
La'Kura laughed.

It was nice to talk with someone who had similar familiarities. The Captain
handed her a drinking glass filled three quarters with the stated clear
liquid.

“ Thank you, Captain.” La'Kura said and took a drink.

“Well, is it anything like the spring east of your home?” Keira asked,
wondering if her palate was any different.

“ This is perfect. If commanding a starship gets old you could definitely
have a job programming beverages from insignificant backwater planets like
ours.” La'Kura joked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Keira said evenly. “So, science?”

La'Kura held a hand to her mouth and swallowed the water. “ Excuse me ?”

“What drew you to it?” Keira asked, informally beginning the discussion.

“ Oh yes.” La'Kura replied. “ Well truthfully looking up and seeing the
distant stars and knowing that some of those stars had worlds like ours and
each seeing their own night skies even though they were looking at the same
stars. Take Epsilon Sagittarii B, it belongs to 284 known constellations. 3
member worlds of the Federation even had ancient cultures that viewed the
star as a deity of some degree or another.” La'Kura paused and looked
towards the windows of Captain Merek's ready room. “ Epsilon Sagittarii B
is the star of the Qo'noS.” La'Kura added and looked at Captain Merek. “ I
wanted to not only see the stars but be among them, to understand them.”

“You've certainly gotten a head start. Top marks in Astrometrics and other
science disciplines, a firm grasp of philosophy, a certain poetic license
what you just said, all you're missing is martial arts study and you're
well on your way to being a regular Renaissance woman. Don't tell me you
study Mo’kabra too?”

La'Kura looked at her and smiled.
“ Mok'bara ? Or course I did. My father taught my brother and I as
children. I even got the chance to study with V'Kiran.” La'Kura said,
mentioning a rather well known Romulan who arrived on Carraya IV just after
the destruction of Romulus. V'Kiran had become a Mok'bara master.

“Always had trouble with the Bat’leth.” Keira said shaking her head.

“ Oh I'm absolutely dreadful with a Bat'leth.” La'Kura laughed. “My father
always teased me that I didn't have the ridges for it.”

“Some of the best Bat’leth fighters don't have ridges at all. I should know
I fought one of them and won.” Keira said.

“ Oh Really? How did you beat them then?” La'Kura asked with a raised brow.

“I magnetized the floor, ripped it out of his hands! I used science and
Engineering to my advantage. If I hadn't he surely could have killed me.”
Keira elaborated.

“ Oh my, that actually sounds pretty traumatic. Who was he ?” La'Kura
asked.

“Who is a story for another time.” Keira teased.

“ I completely understand, a starship Captain doesn't have time to chit
chat all day.” She laughed softly.

Keira let her believe what she wanted to believe to avoid delving into a
dark memory. “I have just been cleared for more intense physical training
again.”

“ Well if you ever need a Mok'bara partner and you don't mind me being a
lowly science geek with one pip, I'd be more than happy to join you,
advanced warning…” La'Kura paused and held up a finger and smiled. “ I'm
not a very good fighter. I messed around with the simulations on the
Holodeck and could only handle level 2, I tried level 3 setting and the
program glitched out, I reported it to engineering.”

“What sort of glitch?” Keira asked. “I'm more familiar than most..”
~Because the majority of the Klingon programs are mine.~ “..I might be able
to clear it up without involving a ticket.”

“ I set the difficulty to level 3 and a very odd and out of place Romulan
appeared, said hello then the program crashed.” La'Kura explained.

~Sounds like Gram. Did she get into my programs?~

“Where there any specific commands that you put in that brought you to
level three?” Keira asked looking to get to the bottom of it.

“ I asked the holodeck for access to the Mok'bara training program and
asked for a jungle setting and a recreation of a jungle appeared…” La'Kura
paused. “ Funny thing is, the first thing I noticed was an Arboreal needle
snake scurrying off. It was there that I realized that this wasn't any
jungle, it was…it was home.” Remarked. “ I then requested 1 sparring
partner. We sparred at level one then I asked for a Mek'leth and sparring
level 2. That went really well, so I proceeded to ask for level 3 and
that's when the holodeck started flickering and the romulan appeared then
the entire program crashed. I'm no programmer but it was almost like one
program bled into another.”

~ Program bleed is possible, though highly unlikely. Need to narrow it
down.~ “It looking like Carraya is probably because it borrowed heavily
from my programs as I tend to do when I program tropical rainforests,” the
Captain shrugged, “it's what I know.” There was a pause then Keira asked
the final question. “Describe this Romulan.”

La'Kura described the appearance of the Romulan in great detail. “ …Oh and
he had bright blue eyes…” she concluded.
“ I hope I didn't do anything wrong, not the foot I wanted to get off on
with you, Kei…Captain Captain, Sorry.” La'Kura had almost forgotten that
Keira, the daughter of Tovus Merek, wasn't just that, she was Captain Merek
of the USS Hades.

Keira had noticed the near faux pau bordering on overfamiliarization, but
chose not to bring attention to it. “It's fine. I don't think you did
anything wrong.”

~A algorithm bleed is possible. It's also possible that the computer needed
a more robust program dealing with the young ensign’s meteoric rise through
the program levels. Gram would be a logical pull. Of course Gram could have
gotten curious too.~ Keira worked it out in her head. She was silent for a
couple beats. “It sounds like I'm familiar with the program that showed up,
because it's my personal sparring program.”

“ I don't,  I don't understand, a sparring program made its way into
another program ?” She asked rhetorically. “ I am sorry all of that stuff
is beyond my skill.”

“Algorythm bleed is still possible. It's also possible you were being
modest in your estimation of your own abilities and the computer had to
pull my program to give you a challenge. Then my privacy settings kicked
in, making the program go back into storage.” Keira explained the more
mundane possibilities.

“ I think I understand a bit better now. Well my offer still stands Captain
Merek, if you ever need a sparring partner don't hesitate. I'm not sure
there are many on the ship who are familiar with Mok'bara.” She said and
finished her mineral water and placed her empty glass on the replicator to
return it.

“I suppose you're right.” Keira said, though she knew the people familiar
with the style by name. There weren't many. “There aren't many, I'll give
you a call the next time I practice with a Bat'leth.”

La'Kura smiled and extended her hand.
“ Tru Qapla, Captain.” She said using a conjoined variation of the Romulan
parting of ‘ Jolan Tru’  roughly meaning find peace  and the Klingon
parting of ‘ Qapla’ roughly meaning success. Among the people of Carraya IV
it was extremely common to have phrases spoken with both languages joined
together. Admittedly La'Kura spoke very little Romulan, but was fluent in
Klingon.

Keira took the offered hand in the common human gesture. “You’re dismissed,
Ensign.” Keira said, returning the smile. “I’ll be watching your career
with great interest.”

La'Kura smiled and walked out of the ready room, a weight lifted off her
shoulders.

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SGT, IA ANG (Ret)

" It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in
our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the
atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to
commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance

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HADESRPG: (2-1535) Chief Engineering Officer- Lt. Adnora Alouron
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2026 18:33:11 -0500

Mission: Homecoming 
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04

(USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - Chief Engineering Officer - Lt Adnora Alouron - 1535)

=^=Diagnostic complete. All systems nominal.=^= the computer reported.  Beside her 7 engineering crewmembers, each holding a padd out toward her so she could see that the manual systems check and the computer diagnostic correlated properly. Each, each face, looked looked  exhausted and desperate all sighed for the hours of intensive labor she had put them through.
“Well how did little ol’ me end up with the best engineering crew in Starfleet?” She almost purred at them.  “I am commending all of you for your attention and dedication to correcting a possible disaster,” she started and then paused. She held up a hand and the younger  crew members all seemed to lean forward in anticipation. 
“In fact, computer, inform substitute engineers for each of the alpha shift roster for engineering team A-2 and 3. They are to have one day rest and recuperation period.”

The 7 members of the teams whooped and thanked her.

“You know what thy say, ‘you be good to mamma and she’ll be good to you,’”

The human engineers smirked but the non humans looked at her puzzled. “Explain it to them on the way out,” she chuckled. “I can’t wait to tell the Captain about how proud I am of you. Dismissed.”

She watched them file out of the main engineering control area and she scanned the majority or the engineering space. The warp corp and the working members of beta shift. ~the joy when all things are working as they should.~ she took a deep contented breath and considered going to beam me up for a well deserved Orion ale. 

Out of habit she checked her portal and found a new message…… from home. She grabbed a padd and logged herself off of duty and exited train engineering as she went to ‘Beam me up’ ordered that ale and took a seat. She found a spot in the corner where the image couldn’t be seen and sent the sound to her universal translator imbedded in her ears. 

An elderly Orion woman was sitting in a comfortable plump chair with a dainty cup held between her hands. What began was an animated monologue in Orion.
“Heeeellooooooo Darrrrlingggg!-“ the older woman’s voice projected excitedly. “It’s your nana, but I guess you can. See that. I haven’t heard from you since you last posting and I am needing to know you are ok.  I also wanted to remind you that my 100th year life celebration is in one month. I hope you can make it back to the colony to see me. Most of us don’t make it to 100 you know.” Her smile never fsultered. “I am making that contain cake you like with the extra pudding sauce and I so want to see you. I MISSSS  you darrrrliiinnnggggg! Can’t wait to hear back! All my love!!!” 

The image ended and Adnora absent mindedly swirled her Orion ale in her glass before taking a slow sip.  

She glanced around the room at the people enjoying their leisure time in the cafe. She wiped her eyes and pulled a  folded padd from her pocket. It was one not connected to ship systems and she tapped it to th Starfleet issued padd downloading the message.  

Then she took an ear piece from the other padd and laid it on her temple and pushed play again. The message started again, and 
Nana’s voice said, “Heeeellooooooo Darrrrlingggg!-“ but she pushed a code on her padd and the right and sunny image changed to a dark humid and smoky bridge interior of an Orion pirate ship. “Hello Darling, I just got word your ship will be at DS9 for a crew pick up. It’s time. Be ready.”

The screen went dark again and she promptly deleted the message. She already knew the fake message would defragment and destroy the hidden message after she took it was played. 

She leaned back and bit her lower lip. Well the new ?Emark? Remark? Demark? Would be a good engineer.  She sighed. This had been so wonderful. She didn’t want to do this she just didn’t want to….

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