COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Homecoming 2026-01-01
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MISSION LOG: HOMECOMING
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.04 - 2446.10.18
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 2
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0918) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
(USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
- 0918)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0932) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH
(USS Hades - Sickbay - CMO - Lt Dural Methor DrPH -0932)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1219) CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
(USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant
Emar Derok - 1219)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1555) Commander Quinna solice
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 1555) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1558) SFI DD Michael Weston
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1558)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1559) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna solice - 1559)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1601) SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna
Solice- 1601)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1707) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1707)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.09 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.09)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1710) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1710)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.11 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.11)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.13 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.13)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.15 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.15)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.18 LT Raven Green)
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.18)
DAY 3
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 0810) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0810)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0814) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Hades - Deck 2, VIP Quarters - Commander Quinna Solice - 0814)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 0825) CO, Captain Keira Merek & Cmdr. Quinna Solice
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Cmdr. Quinna
Solice - 0825)
[ Incoming transmission, USS Princeton.]
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0925) Nathan Marshall
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - Nathan Marshall - 0925)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0930) Auberjonois FO- Commander Casem Leal
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0930)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0931) Nathan Marshall
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - Nathan Marshall - 0931)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 -0945) Lt. Rachel Solice
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0947) CMO - Lt. Mike Solice
(reply Rachel, Bryson)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1000) Dr. Lt. Ander Benjamin.
(Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat - aCMO - Lt. Ander Benjamin- 1000)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1454) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1454)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-0918) Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2026 17:52:47 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 22, Marine Detachment Office - Marine 1st Lieutenant Stom
- 0918)
"Sniper? What weapons are you rated for?" Sean asked. "And your
qualification scores for each..."
“ If it's the armory, I am qualified for its use , Sir. The standard
Type-1 to Type 2 phaser types with a score of 335. The Type 3 phaser to
the Type 3- 208 series with a score of 395. The 104964 class of Disruptor
rifles with a score of 350 . The TR-116, TR-122,24. I am currently using
the TR-128 series 2. All of which I carry a perfect score of 350,Sir.” Stom
replied as fast as a rapid fire setting.
"How many drops under your belt?" Masters asked him.
“ 22 Sir.” Stom replied.
( Reply Masters)
Stom looked him in the eyes the very first time his eyes had moved.
“ I was deployed in a very active region of space that was a hot bed for
organized crime that threatened the stability of the Beta Quadrant….” Stom
paused. “ I believe I'm more experienced with looking at casualty lists
Sir. We lost 157 marines in 18 months...."
( Reply Masters )
(Reply Masters)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 2 - 0932) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2026 19:43:10 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Sickbay - CMO - Lt Dural Methor DrPH -0932)
“Doctor Methor.” A young officer in medical garb caught Dural's attention,
he noticed the tell-tale sign of posture straightening that hinted at
military training. “Lieutentant Keats reporting Sir.”
"Here less than a full week and already pulling night shifts." Dural
stated. He had already seen her name grace the roster, could have put a
stop to it, forced reporting before any shifts began. He saw no need. All
her credentials were in order, he had pulled her file when he caught her
name being added to the rotation.
(Reply Keats)
"Well, you took a non-standard route to get where you stand. I saw no
reason to force you on the standard path. When you added yourself to the
next rotation, I pulled your file. Combat Medic to OCS to Physician, a path
not many take." Dural said amused.
(Reply Keats)
"I added the appropriate permissions before I put your file down." The
Cardassian smiled.
(Reply Keats)
(Posted by Todd)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1219) CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2026 17:25:40 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & EO Lieutenant
Emar Derok - 1219)
“ Oh, ok.” Emar said with a sigh of immense relief. “ I was unsure if there
was bad blood between the two of you considering she is umm…well…” He
pointed to his own forehead. “ You know and you are…” he hesitated. “
Romulan…” he said awkwardly.
“Why would that make any difference?” Keira spoke out of curiosity.
“ I've heard many great stories about both peoples but the strife between
them is just as bloody and complex as the one between Bajorans and us
Cardassians.” Emar explained.
“And goes back long before Humans and Romulans met.” Keira elaborated. “
but no, on Carraya IV… it began as a penal colony, Klingons who were
captured in battle, even when offered a chance to leave, the majority of
them elected to stay. Partly no doubt from the stain on their honor of
being captured, enough generations have gone by now that the possibility
exists that they could be welcomed back to the Empire.”
“ Carraya IV must be a fascinating place, Perhaps one day I'll be fortunate
enough to visit if the locals wouldn't mind a Cardassian face among them.”
Emar said with a warm smile.
“It’s not just Klingons and Romulans, there are Humans, like my mother, at
least one Andorian and a Caitian from my recollection. A good half of the
original colonists were from Starfleet Colonial Command, so there’s a
smattering of other species in there as well.” Keira explained. “As far as
I know, if you behave, don’t cause trouble and don’t mind getting your
hands dirty, their likely to welcome someone like you with open arms.”
“ Getting my hands dirty is my life. I'm an engineer.” He laughed a bit. “
I did want to ask you a little bit more about the engineering specs of
this, other engineers have told me to umm…” He paused. “...Read the specs,
but I want to know about the soul of this ship. No two ships or warpcores
are alike.”
“The Hades has done everything we've asked of her so far,” Keira mused. “I
have a feeling she’s capable of giving more. We haven't seen her full
potential yet.”
“ Having served aboard this ship for just around a month, I've met talented
Engineers, the only I haven't, until now, was you, and to be completely
transparent you are by all accounts one of if not the best mechanical
engineers aboard.” Emar confessed to her.
“Reading my file?” Culturally it would be a very Cardassian thing to do, or
Romulan as well for that matter.
“ No, Captain. I did not read your file. Do you happen to remember 1st
yearCadet Safix, she was that very condescending Denobulan who you tutored
in your 3rd year at the Academy?” Emar asked to help Captain Merek's
memory.
She did remember a Denobulan, and a number of people warning about her
candor or lack thereof. “I do remember, what of her?”
“ Well surprisingly you were the only one who seemed to be immune from her
slander, Captain.”
“Some sort of punchline?” Keira asked for clarification.
Emar shook his head. “ Captain, I wouldn't jest with my commanding
officer.” The Cardassian said with a smile. “ She ranted and raved about
your ability to break down and explain Base-Mode Programming and
Modulations for Shielding systems. She said it was like listening to a
Talakarian Chelling sing its morning.” Emar mentioned a comparison that was
made between Captain Merek and a Talakarian bird-like creature.
“ Her words, not mine, Captain Merek.”
“I'll take the compliment,” Keira said. “What of the other talented
engineers? In your estimation or perceptions, what do you make of them?”
“ Many have proven to be quite diligent with their attention to detail.
Lieutenant Alouron, is very task oriented and seems to be able to put out
fires very fast, able to think ahead.” He said with a grin and pointed his
finger.
“ Almost like she can see the solutions before seeing the process. Working
from end to beginning.” He paused and thought. “ Other than that there is
talk among the engineering staff of them wishing to have more of your
time.” He said and held up a hand. “ But many of them understand that time
is not a luxury that a Starfleet Captain has, but I would suggest, if I
may, that you pay a visit from time to time, once an engineer, always an
engineer.” Emar smiled.
“I see…” Keira said in all seriousness. “I'll take that under advisement.”
She paused for a moment and used the opportunity presented, “Self
reflection: How do you rate yourself as an Engineer?”
Emar looked down then back up at her.
“ I enjoy keeping busy, idle hands build nothing but lazy habits. I do tend
to over analyze, but I strive to balance accuracy and efficiency. I am not
as gifted in theoretical Engineering concepts as I would like to be but I
am enrolled in 3 separate courses to improve that shortcoming of mine,
Captain.” He laughed a bit. “ Truthfully I prefer to be left alone to make
repairs and modifications as they need to be made. I work better by myself
versus working with a team….” He confessed
~Not a bullet point you'd want on your evaluation report, at least not
worded like that.~ The Captain speculated.
“ I know these are not the things that I should be telling my commanding
officer, but I also know these are weaknesses of mine that I have actively
worked to reduce for the past 8 years of my life.” Emar added with
sincerity in his voice.
“The first step to overcoming short falls is identifying them,” the Romulan
woman advised. “Kind of stepping on my XO’s toes here, but you won't
advance well in the ‘fleet unless you can function well as part of a team.
You can't lead unless you can function as part of that team. Understand?”
“ Yes, Captain.” Emar responded.
“Your first line leader should be mentoring you as part of their own
evaluation, coaching you to take that next step. You should be volunteering
to put yourself in situations where you can work on it, away teams, work
details….”
“ If they review my record they would see that I work excellent as part of
a team, able to accept input from others, able to guide and encourage
others and I am also able to lead others. From all my marks it would appear
that I am the model team player. The part that isn't displayed on my record
is the conflict within. I don't allow my personal feelings to affect my
duties, but they affect me. I was engaging in subspace sessions with a
Counselor on this matter. I am scheduled to have my first session with Dr.
Doshi this evening.”
“ From my understanding of Federation laws and Starfleet regulations you
don't have to inform me of the specifics of what you discuss. Specifics of
what you discuss are to remain private, with very few exceptions.” Keira
offered.
“ Transparency is important in my family. It sorta has to be when being a
family of Cardassians living among Bajorans.” He laughed a bit.
“I'll say that it seems you have your problems well in hand.” Keira said
with a smile. “All the resources are at your fingers, you just have to ask.”
“ And I will, Captain.” He replied. “ Well it seems I have taken enough of
your time, if there is nothing Captain, let me conclude by offering a trip
to engineering. I'm sure the enlisted would be thrilled to meet the woman
who helped set up the Mars Base Defense system as an Ensign, I certainly
am.”
“I just might do that.” Keira said standing to shake the Cardassian
Engineer’s hand. “A jaunt in Engineering may be just what I needed.”
Emar looked down at her hand. ~ A handshake ? She really is full of
surprises.~ Emar thought to himself and shook her hand.
“ Until then Captain.” He responded.
(Reply None)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2026 12:58:56 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
Michael watched the others as they looked at their card, preparing for
their initial bets. The Cardsassian, Derok, was, as typical for
Cardassians, a difficult read. Michael watched for intent, and he seemed
to have none. Which made the SFI field agent in him wonder why he was
playing this game. His initial bet was bold, but not too bold. Only time
would tell what cards he held.
The Bolian next to Derok looked sadly at his cards and threw them into the
center of the table. “I’m out.”
Hansen was next and he chuckled at the Bolian, “No guts, no glory, Effren.
I’ll call.” He threw his coins into the pot.
T’Belle was up. Without a word she put in her chips. Her silence spoke
volumes to Michael. Her behavior pattern had proven that it often meant
she was exhibiting the human emotion of hope for better cards on her draw.
Michael placed his cards face down and picked up a stack of chips. “Your
eighty… and twenty more.” Time to see who was serious.
The next player played with his chips for a few seconds then shook his
head, “I’m out.”
Now to see who would call his raise.
(reply any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1553) SFI DD Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2026 22:01:10 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1553)
The raise went to Quinna and Michael noted the moment she took before
calling. She’s got something, but his raise did give her pause. Then
Emar, as unreadable as before, continues the call.
The only motion from T’Belle was a raised eyebrow. But it was enough. He
wondered how many calculations the Vulcan made before finding the odds of
her hand to win. Clearly it was enough for her.
Hansen didn’t even hesitate. He tossed his chips into the pot and sat back
with the swagger of someone with a confidence that Michael wasn’t sure he
owned.
Emar then threw in more chips, “Why not raise it another 50. That’s 150
total. In honor of those who have folded under pressure.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed at the comment. It was the first time he did not
like what Emar had done. There was no call to ridicule those that had
already dropped out, nor cast dispersions on those who don’t believe they
have a winning hand.
The words, of course, did not phase T’Belle at all. She simply tossed her
hand in and said, Fold.”
Hanson had sat back to the raise. Michael was sure he’d intended to fold,
but when Emar made his statement he sat forward in his chair and a flash of
anger crossed his eyes. He tossed in his chips and looked defiant.
Michael sighed heavily, knowing the boy just made a huge error. He tapped
his own cards deciding on his own way to go. He had choices to make, and he
had to wonder which way he could go. If he went for the tens his odds of
getting two were pretty low. Of course, drawing a jack for the straight
weren’t much better.
He tossed his own chips in and said, “Call.”
After Quinna had her turn Michael tossed one card into the center of the
table saying, “I’ll take one.”
The card came over to him. He let the card lay there, without looking at
it. There was no point at this time. And with Emar holding a pat hand he
wanted to give him a show that he really didn’t need it.
The question was what was Quinna going to do?
(reply Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1555) Commander Quinna solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 10:34:47 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)
Quinna sat at the table and judged her hand. She was one card away from a
full house. The bid was strong, and Michael's raise made her start doing
the math. Quinna looked around. She could not read the others but she did
not really know them well. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lower lip.
“I am in,” Quinna called, but not raised. Quinna allowed the play
continue. Others needed to answer Michael’s Call.
(Replies)
>From there the betting continued until the pot was good. When it was,
Quinn continued.
Taking a breath, “Ok anyone need any cards?” Quinna asked as she started
with Derok.
(Reply Derok)
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 1555) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2026 20:17:34 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice - 1555)
After the bid was raised to 150, Quinna looked at her cards again. A bold
move. Before getting a new card. She was one card away from a full
house. A low-ranking full house. She scrutinized the others. She was
rather surprised when Michael did not raise the bet again. He called the
bet.
When the time came, Quinna called as well. Then she started swapping
cards.
It was rare when someone did not swap cards. She could not help but wonder
what he was holding. She gave everyone what they asked for. Got her card
swapped for a 2. Full house, but the lowest you could get.
“Ok,” Quinna said, “Place your bet.”
(Reply All)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 20:29:27 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)
The Bolian to his side folded, the human called and the Vulcan seemed to
convey a sense reluctantly, seemingly disregarding logic.
“I am in,” The Commander said without skipping a beat, Her announcement
stunned Emar slightly, but simultaneously made him pleased.
Seeing two players fold, Emar threw in more chips. “ Why not raise it
another 50, 150 total ? In honor of those who have folded under the
pressure.” Emar remarked with a friendly smile and nodded to the Bolian at
his side.
“Ok anyone need any cards?” The commander asked.
“ No, I'm content, Commander.” Emar waved a subtle hand. He was
anticipating a showdown between Michael and The commander.
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1556) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2026 06:30:23 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1556)
Emar looked at his cards once more then looked at the pot. A part of him
wanted to raise again. He then began as he thought for a brief few seconds
a memory coursed through his mind of the first time he was shown how to
play any type of Terran card game. He had lived on Earth to attend
High-school. It had been one of teachers , Mr. Mercer who had shown him and
several other students how to play poker. Emar never cared much for the
win, he cared for the experience of the game and for the past hour he had
enjoyed himself.
He laid his cards down. " Im out."
( Reply any)
( Posted by Rob)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1558) SFI DD Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2026 09:34:14 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1558)
Michael watched as Emar tossed his cards onto the table and folded,
stunned. Watching the Cardassian, Michael was sure that he held a pretty
decent hand. And knowing that Michael hadn’t even looked at his last card
didn’t even seem to phase him. It was as if his entire intention was to
lose this hand after betting heavily. He understood the strategy at the
beginning of the game as he was learning about the players, but at this
point it was some kind of a manipulation that he didn’t understand.
Unless, of course, Derok was the best bluffer that Michael had ever met.
It was possible, but highly unlikely.
T’Belle raised an eyebrow, and Michael detected a slight smile that almost
formed in the corner of the Vulcan’s mouth. She threw some chips into the
pot.
“I raise 100,” she said confidently.
Hanson did not hide his smug smile, but wiped it off his face before he
bet. “Your hundred,” he played with his chips and then threw more in, “and
a hundred more.”
Michael didn’t take his eyes off Derok, the Cardassian was bothering him
now, and without hesitation pushed his chips into the center of the table.
“I’m all in.”
The bet came to Quinna,
(reply Quinna)
It came back round to T’Belle, who looked at her cards, and then at
Michael, “Do not wish to look at your final card, Mr. Weston?”
Michael shook his head and smiled at her seductively, “I’m good.”
T’Belle blinked, more stunned at his statement and cavalier attitude than
by Derok’s folding. She shook her head and tossed her cards in. “Logic
dictates that I fold at this time.”
Hanson, now, looked very perplexed. Michael could only imagine what was
going through the man’s head. Probably, for the first time in a long time,
he was feeling doubt at what he was doing. He played with his cards. Then
he picked up some chips and rifled through them as he thought. The man
clearly had a decent hand, but now he was wondering if it would hold up
himself, or Quinna. Finally his face broke with his confidence and he
tossed his cards onto the table.
“Damn it, I fold,” he said, defeated.
Now it was just him and Quinna. Did she want to see how this would end?
(reply Quinna)
Michael placed the cards he had on the table, one at a time. Eight. Nine.
Ten. Queen. Slowly he reached out and took his last card. Without
looking at it he tossed it on top of the others. A three of diamonds. He
had a Queen. Sitting back he waited for Quinna to show her hand.
(reply Quinna)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1559) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2026 15:57:36 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna solice - 1559)
Quinna watched the play, and when she played, it was always a go big or go
home. The bet came around. Best were raised, over and over. Michael may
have been watching others, but she was watching him. When it came to her
turn, it was a no-brainer. She was in, and she tossed her chips into the
pot.
"I call."
“Do not wish to look at your final card, Mr. Weston?”
“I’m good,” Michael said, and Quinna knew that tactic. And it seemed to
work on everyone. Everyone but her.
"I called, Weston," Quinna took a deep breath, "Let's see them." She
winked at Michael.
Michael placed the cards he had on the table, one at a time. Eight. Nine.
Ten. Queen. Slowly, he reached out and took his last card. Without
looking at it, he tossed it on top of the others. A three of diamonds. He
had a Queen. Sitting back, he waited for Quinna to show her hand.
Quinna took one more look at her cards. She bit her lower lip. Those twos
and threes said to her that she could take him down, but she never let her
hand talk. She look Michael one more time and then tossed her full house.
She knew that she did not have to show her cards, "Ok, looks like you get
the pot."
Quinna stood, "Well, that was exciting. If you don't mind, I am getting a
headache. I am going to go take a nap."
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1601) SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2026 10:34:54 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.10.17
(USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna
Solice- 1601)
Michael watched in disbelief when Quinna tossed her cards onto the table to
fold. He was certain that she had a stronger hand. Why would she do that?
Did she think that it would damage his ego if she beat him? He thought
that he knew her better than that. He also thought she knew him better
than that, and a win that way would in no way satisfy him.
As she excused herself from the table, Hansen pushed his chair back and
stood in anger. “A queen?!! I folded to a queen?! Are you kidding me?”
“Easy, Hansen,” Michael heard someone saying, “nobody forced you to fold.”
“But a damned queen,” Hansen went on, “not even a pair.”
Another crewman came over and put an arm around Hansen, “Face buddy, you
were outplayed.”
Hansen stared at Michael, then let the others drag him away from the
table. A couple of other crew members came over and patted Michael on the
back. “It’s about time someone brought him down a peg.”
Michael nodded at them but didn’t respond. He followed Quinna out of the
Rec Room and began to jog down the hall to catch up to her. When he did,
he reached out to touch her arm.
“A headache?” he asked.
“Yeah, it just kinda hit all of a sudden,” Quinna said as she lifted
Michael's hand and kissed it.
“You want to explain to me what just happened back there?” he pressed.
“Why did you fold? I know you had a better hand.”
“You know that? Prove it.” But Quinna pulled Michael to the bulkhead.
She leaned into the man, her eyes watching his as she closed the distance
and kissed him deeply. Quinna then pulled back slightly. “I am sorry if I
embarrassed you, but there was something in the way you looked…. I couldn't
keep my eyes off of you. You are incredibly…”
Michael smiled, “I’m not embarrassed, love, bewildered, and unsatisfied,
most definitely not embarrassed. I just hoped you’d know that I was okay
with you winning. I got what I wanted from the game.”
Then he leaned in and kissed Quinna back, “Besides, you may have noticed
the people watching you leave. You looked pretty good, too.”
He returned the passion of her kiss the second time.
Not caring if others were watching, Quinna ran her fingers through
Michael’s hair. “I already won and hit the jackpot.”
Michael smiled, “Jackpot? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.
People have used other euphemisms with Jack involved.”
“Actually, my head is aching. I am going to go lie down.” Quinna said,
leaning into Michael’s warmth.
“Perhaps I can help with your headache?” Michael asked hopefully.
Quinna leaned into him, “Maybe you can.”
Michael’s eyebrows went up as Quinna grabbed his hand and dragged him down
the corridor.
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1707) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2026 21:23:49 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1707)
“I am a changeling founder,” Raven said in a near whisper voice. “I would
like to keep my secret quiet until it can be accepted comfortably.”
Wednesday nodded. The admission made a lot of things make sense to her.
Raven’s odd speech patterns and phrases, and how she interacted with
others. It was clear she did not have a great deal of experience
interacting with others. Something they had in common.
Before Wednesday could say anything Raven changed the subject. “I don’t
recall anything about Wiccans while in the great link. What do you know
about changelings?”
Wednesday’s head began to spin with Raven’s constant changing of subject,
making it difficult to know what to say. She decided to treat it as an
engineering problem. First things first.
“There is little known, off world, about the Wiccan colony. My people went
through generations of persecution for their beliefs. Even in the most
initial phases of the federation misconceptions and prejudices ran rampant
in the general populace, so it was decided to find a world we could call
our own and worship the Great Mother and the horned one, Cernunnos, with
fear.”
Wednesday pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them for comfort, “And
before anyone says that there’s no such thing as prejudice in today’s
society, I assure you that even in today’s world there are those who
considered me to be some kind of witch. What my people can do may seem like
magic to the uneducated, but I always assumed that the people of the
Federation, and especially the fleet, would know better. But they don’t.”
Putting her legs down she leaned forward and looked at Raven as if for the
first time. “I imagine you know that feeling. I don’t know much about
changelings, except what we learned in the academy. You know, the basics,
and the history of the Dominion War. I can only imagine what it would be
like for you. I mean, considering the picture painted of your people in our
history classes. To be honest, I didn’t realize there were any changelings
in the fleet. You must see your fair share of prejudice.”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.09 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2026 16:44:13 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.09)
The question of prejudice was turned to Raven. She understood too well of being different and what people did to her because of that. She hoped she would be accepted better on Starbase Freedom but that will take time to establish. That is why she is easing the knowledge of what she is to control the reaction peacefully. There was an incident where she was tricked into morphing into a bench at which two officers had sex on her. She didn't know if she should tell Wednesday about it. She felt like she could trust her.
"I have been treated badly with people abusing my abilities therefore breaking my trust in them. There was an incident where two officers asked me to morph into a locker room bench. The male and female officers then used me to have sex on me. That is why I have trust issues. It took several generation cycles to feel clean after that. I ask you to be an advocate for me."
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1710) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2026 17:40:08 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1710)
“I ask you to be an advocate for me,” Raven said.
Wednesday couldn’t help but smile. She leaned over and took Raven’s hand in
her own. “I’m not exactly sure that I’m the best person to advocate for
anyone. But if you’re asking if I’d be your friend, I will happily do
that. After all, aren’t our friends our best advocates?”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.11 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2026 18:07:16 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.11)
"Thank you for accepting me as your friend. What do you want to talk about?"
It was good to have a friend to talk to and accept Raven as she is. She was sure Quinna was that friend for her but she she needed more like Wednesday to accept her as she is until she can be comfortable being in the environment. She can relax around Wednesday now and that was a good feeling to have.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2026 20:14:26 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
~What did she want to talk about?~.
Wednesday thought it odd that Raven saught her out and now has nothing to
talk about. She, herself, had a myriad of ideas she could discuss, from
discussing the nature of the universe, to talking about her beliefs. But
she wasn’t sure what the changeling could add to those topics. So she
turned to the topic Raven could speak of.
“Tell me about yourself, Raven,” Wednesday said. “I’d like to understand
you more. Like, I understand that you could chose any form. Why did you
chose this one? Why female? Why human? Why the petite, pretty thing you
appear as now rather some big, burly male? Do your people even have
gender?”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1712) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2026 12:55:48 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
Suddenly, Wednesday felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. She had been a
little forward and her lack of experience translated into impatience. Raven
was pretty, and Wednesday had enjoyed the fact that someone, anyone, was
giving her personal attention. It had made her feel something that she
wasn’t sure was actually there.
She’d never been in love before, with another girl or a boy. There had been
people that she was attracted to, of course, but she was only 19, so her
experiences had been limited. And in the academy everyone was always so
much older than she was, so they had no interest in her.
Wednesday didn’t feel rebuffed, since Raven said that she didn’t have any
sexual preference at this time, and she’d figure it out, which was gentler
than she could have been.
“What are your feelings on the matter?” Raven asked.
Wednesday sat back and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her mind went back
to Wicca. The community was not necessarily a matriarchal society, but they
are a feminine affirming system of government. They balanced the roles of
males and females. However, in her experience, they were a female rich
society. So she had seen a fair share of lesbian relationships as well as
heterosexual ones.
“To be honest,” she said softly, “I don’t know. I mean, I have two
mothers, but I’ve also seen my fair share of men and women together. Kinda
like you, I figured that I’d work it out when the time came. I’d just need
experience in both, I guess. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It’s
just… well … I do like you. Do I thought, maybe, you’d be a good place, or
person, to start with. I’m sorry.”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.13 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2026 18:15:21 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.13)
The questions came fast and she tried to process them before answering them. From what she knew of her time in the great link there was a district intent to be male or female outside of the link. As far as what shape to take that was really up to the individual.
"There is a specific intent to be male or female outside of the great link. The chosen appearance is up to the individual. My personal reason to be a pretty , petite her head was mainly because it would be fun to portray that and explore everything it could be. I have little experience with voice mimicking. I tried that the first time on Starbase Freedom when President Zon was on the promenade. It went ok but should be much better if I try that again. I would like to practice that with you. Will you help me with that?"
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2026 13:48:26 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)
Wednesday grimaced a little, listening to her response. She answered her
questions without really answering her questions. Except for the fact that
the changeling thought it would be “fun” to portray a pretty, little
redhead, which made her wonder what kind of fun she was expecting.
Wednesday wondered how much greater an opportunity it would have been to be
someone much plainer, and less physically appealing. Her reasoning seemed…
shallow and self serving, and the Wiccan wondered how far the changeling
had truly changed from the mindset of her people in the area of
manipulation.
Without a breath she went on to talking about voice mini Kerry and asked
for Wednesday’s help.
Wednesday shrugged and said, “I’m not sure how I could help you, Raven. I
have no experience in mimicking , and that seems more of a physiological
thing. Would someone in command or medical be better suited for that?
Maybe you should ask Commander Solice. Besides, it seems… I don’t know…
dishonest and manipulative. Why would you want to do that?”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2026 21:38:06 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1712)
Wednesday smiled and held Ravens hands with both of hers. She could feel
the warmth of the woman in that position.
“Well, I’m certainly happy to find a friend as well,” she assured Raven.
“And don’t get me wrong, I don’t prefer you to be “plain,” as you say. I
was just curious why you chose the form you did. I can see how it could be
an advantage in certain situations.”
She scooted a little closer, into Ravens body space and put her hand on her
check, gently. “I quite like how you look, myself.” Wednesday stroked
her hair. “May I ask, do have a gender preference as far as a partner
goes? Do prefer the male form or the female? Or either? Or both?”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1714) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2026 10:40:33 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1714)
Wednesday enjoyed the touch of the other woman, but it felt more sisterly
than loverish. She sighed knowing a moment of opportune passed. Although
she was grateful for the offer to be an emotional safe place.
“Is there any problems that you need to talk about?” Raven asked.
Wednesday giggled, “Raven, you keep asking if I need anything, but you came
to see me. It should be me asking you if you need anything.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.15 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2026 15:58:51 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.15)
"You may be right that CDR Solice can help me better with the voice interpretations. In security there isn't always a black and white situation. Sometimes you need to create a solution to a problem. That is where the voice manipulation will come to play. I understand you would like me to be a more plain woman so I don't get taken advantage of with men and all the stereotypes . I have learned from those men and how they treated me so that doesn't bother me anymore. I can use that to my advantage now. They underestimate me and I use that to get them. It is great to have you as a friend."
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.18 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2026 18:01:38 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.09.04
(USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters LT Raven Green - 17.18)
It is true Raven came to Wednesday's quarters to talk with her in the first place. She liked the way she felt comfortable talking with Wednesday like she is not afraid to say anything. She should start letting Wednesday help her with her problems but she really didn't have any besides being careful how she morphs in public. She could start with that.
"I really don't have any problems to talk about except morphing in public and the problems that resulted from doing so. Maybe you can help me work through that. I would like to creatively morph to handle certain dynamic situations without breaking security rules. Do you understand that?"
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 0810) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2026 11:47:20 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 0810)
Keira had relieved Commander Jayc and assumed command of the watch. With
not much to report, as they were still in transport, the interaction was
short. She could tell something was weighing on him. Couldn't tell if it
was the shift or something else. He'd bring it to her if she needed to. She
made a mental note to herself to check on him at the beginning of his next
shift.
She tapped the bulkhead and a coffee station deployed out of the wall. The
drip coffee maker Kellis had gotten her, various bags of coffee, Bolian,
Columbian, Turkish and even some of the Raktajino that Kora had provided.
She had made half of her fresh supply available to the crew via the Bean me
up kiosk. In a moment of creativity Kellis had placed it on the menu under
Captain's Reserve.
"Computer one carafe of Carrayan spring water, one liter, room
temperature." she commanded.
With a twinkling light and a soft hum, the ordered article appeared on the
pad. Keira placed the glass on the heating element and activated it.
Selecting the Raktajino off to the side, she opened a filter paper and
settled it into the conical receptor for the water. Followed by three
scoops of the grounds. She tapped the side three times, settling the
coffee granules. While she waited for the water to boil she opened a
channel.
"Captain Merek to Commander Solice."
(Reply Quinna)
"Catch you at a bad time, Commander?" Keira asked. Her smile leached into
her words.
(Reply Quinna)
"We're still just this side of a day out, actually." Keira said. "This is
an invitation to the Ready Room."
(Reply Quinna)
(Posted by Todd)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0814) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2026 10:23:51 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(USS Hades - Deck 2, VIP Quarters - Commander Quinna Solice - 0814)
Quinna laid in bed. She was awake and her headache was gone. Last night
her thought and worries disappeared. Michael had a way to make her worries
disappear even if it was over night. She slipped out of bed , put on a
shirt and padded her way to the replicator. Quinna,like functioning with a
cup of caffeine in her. Taking her first sip, Quinna closed her eyes and
took in the moment. She then gifted her PADD on the table and began to
read the messages of the morning. Nothing too important. The weather on
Mars was the same, the fishing on Venus welcomed the first Vulcan winner.
Quinna shook her head and decided that the news was too much fluff.
Quinna’s next activity was a shower. Her commbadge beeped before she get
in. She raced to her side of the bed to get it before Michael woke.
"Captain Merek to Commander Solice."
“Solice here Captain,” Quinna replied
"Catch you at a bad time, Commander?" Keira asked. Her smile leached into
her words.
“Actually, no. Just on the way to a shower, How can I help, Captain.”
Quinna asked.
"We're still just this side of a day out, actually." Keira said. "This is
an invitation to the Ready Room."
“Can I meet you in 10 minutes?” Quinna said as she started looking around
for her boots.
(Reply Keira)
Quinna grabbed her uniform and rushed to a Quick shower. She had learned
that when she was in a rush only certain parts needed to be cleaned.
Quinna gave a kiss to the sleeping form in her bed and rushed out to the
suite. She combed her hair with her fingers and then she clipped it back.
She had that ‘too many things to accomplish besides brushing her hair’ look
today.
Now she stood outside the ready room and rang the chime. She was one to be
presumptuous enough to just walk in.
(Rely Keira)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 0825) CO, Captain Keira Merek & Cmdr. Quinna Solice
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2026 19:18:44 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(USS Hades - Deck 1, Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek & Cmdr. Quinna
Solice - 0825)
Quinna stood outside waiting for entry.
Keira heard the chime indicating a presence at the door to her ready room.
~Must be Commander Solice.~ Keira thought.
“Enter.”
Taking a deep breath the door slid open, Quinna stepped in and said,
“Goodmorning, Captain.”
“First off, can I offer you some coffee? Real Raktijino from Qo'noS..”
Keira said pouring a cup.
Quinna smiled, “I retract my previous statement, Goodmorning, Goddess.”
Quinna accepted the coffee and started with an inhale. Then not a a sip
but a full drink crossed her lips. She waited for the captains lead.
Keira poured a second cup for herself and explained how she came across the
treasured substance. “You remember Ravok, from the Academy, Mars and our
run in the Mystique to Trill Prime before Starbase Freedom was built? I
still have ties to his adoptive Klingon mother. Treats me like a daughter…”
Keira said, stirring sweetener and cream into her own cup. “Sends me a half
palate quarterly, just lovely for long missions and late nights.”
“You just have to love the mommas” Quinna became reflective, “That time
seemed like ages ago. No matter how much things change, somethings always
stay the same.” Quinna lifted her coffee cup like it was more of a coffee
toast.
Keira raised her own cup slightly and nodded, “Where would we be without
them?”
Quinna took another drink of her coffee, and let out an pleasurable ,
“hmmmm”
“Though, I would love to reminisce, it's not why I invited you.” Keira said
sitting down at her desk.
“Ok,” Quinna started and set down her coffee, “So why did you invite me?”
“I am curious what it is we're going to the Kuiper Belt to accomplish.”
Keira tried broaching the subject delicately. “You helped me in a time of
need, and I don't want to seem ungrateful, and if it's classified…”
Quinna made a bobble in her mouth and slowly released the air. “Well….”
Keira had run the files of Quinna’s team, more than one of the files were
classified barring common observation. She didn't want to barge in like a
targ in a French restaurant. “Its not an order,I’m not telling you as a
Captain, I'm asking as an old friend. If you'll forgive the saying: My
ship works best if the charts have a compass and charts to steer by.”
Quinna took a deep breath. “About 25 years ago, A starship went into the
Bajorian Wormhole and never returned. Well not until a few days ago. Our
mission is to retrieve the ship.” but Quinna held back the personal ties
as she did with the rest of her team, excet for Michael who knew it all.
“A rescue mission?” Keira said, “we're pretty good at those. We just did
one of those a few months ago, one of the Hades’ first missions.” Keira
said spinning the desk terminal so that she could access it. “What's her
registry number? We'll bring up the schematics.”
“You will not find it in any of the data bases.” Quinna stated as an after
thought. “Trust me, I tried. Not even a commissioning date for the ship
and all records of the crew was wiped.” Quinna picked her cup back up and
took a drink. She spun it around in her hand. “I few days ago, it emerged
from the wormhole, sent a set of 25 yeal old codes to DS9, and then jetted
off.”
“Do you know anything about the ship? What class? Type of vessel?” Keira
asked.
“Well, I there is no official registry anymore…” Quinna choked a bit. “I
just cannot say anymore.
“I meant it when I loaned her to you. Still do. The Charron is yours for
the duration of your mission.” Keira could tell she was holding back.
Classification of need to know, she thought, was the most likely scenario.
She didn't want to pry and put pressure on Quinna of having to choose
further between Keira's request and any boon this mission would do for her
career.
“I appreciate it.” Quinna took a deep Breath, “This Mission is also
personal.” she choked out.
“We will be in the area, the Bajor Sector, if you need the back up. I'm
going to approve the Marines conducting a training exercise in the actual
Kuiper Belt. So they'll be potentially closer.” Keira explained, taking a
tentative sip of her own drink.
“I appreciate that. The ship that we are going to it home. My home.
First 7 years of my life.” Quinna did not know where that come from. The
felt safe to talk.
Keira thought about that revelation. Revisiting your childhood in a
detached way, it had only been roughly six years since she left home for
the first time.
“I can imagine.” Keira said, “My childhood was planet side. When I was
seven, I hadn't been on a ship yet. We were agrarian. ”
Quinna smiled, and took another sip of her coffee, “What happened back
then, made us who we are today.” A pause, a sip, a small sob that was
quickly stopped, “and Today, We have coffee.”
“So presumably going after this ship, that you lived on during your
formative years,” Keira said pausing for another drink, “ if you need a
tow, the Cheron is not large enough to pull anything bigger than the old
Constitution class starships, small escorts or science vessels by today’s
standards, give us a call.”
“I am hoping it will not come to that. I appreciate your offer.” now
quinna needed to get her command on but she was not use to it. She still
felt weird commanding others.
“We’ll be conducting routine engine tests of our coaxial drive.” Keira
explained, “Chief Alouron tells me it’ll be nothing that’ll keep us out of
the next war. The Marines just put in a request for a live fire training
exercise in the Kuiper belt; they'll be occupied, but available. If the
need arises you can request them for assistance. The Jump ship they’ll be
using is warp capable, so they’ll be closer and able to arrive quicker than
us. Not who’d you want necessarily in a ship fight with their limited ship
to ship capabilities, but if you want to storm a fortified position or
repel boarders, they’re your guys.”
Quinna nodded and made mental notes.
“Major Masters is a professional, though he doesn’t come off that way. He’s
a Major the equivalent of a Lieutenant Commander, you’re a full Commander,
your higher rank coupled with command of your mission, he’ll follow your
lead unless you’re incapacitated or mucking it up bordering on negligence.
Since we both know the latter won’t happen..
“You never know, it could happen. I will keep those notes in mind and let
the team know. Honestly, I have no idea what we are waling into. I find
it weird that they would send a code and zoom away from DS9. I am hoping
we can fill in the gaps to her absence.” Quinn stated as she finished the
cup of coffee in her hands. “Should be interesting story upon our return.”
[ Incoming transmission, USS Princeton.]
“If you'll excuse me.” Keira said, “I'll have to take this. You need
anything from me?”
“We are good for now.” Quinna quickly stood.
“I'll be available, call me if you do need anything.” Keira said then
smiled mischievously. “I’ll make sure you get a kilogram of the coffee.”
Quinna smiled, she appreciate it. “We will share another cup soon.”
Quinna exited and headed back to her quarters.
(Reply none)
(Posted by Kris & Todd)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0925) Nathan Marshall
From: bearcapps00 at yahoo.com (Bear Capps)
Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2026 23:56:37 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: HomecomingDay: 3Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - Nathan Marshall - 0925)
The compound was already awake by the time Nathan made his first circuit. It always was. Systems didn’t wait for people to feel ready, and neither did the day. He moved through the primary passageway with an easy familiarity, the air cool and dry, boots echoing softly against the salvaged deck plating that had been repurposed more times than anyone remembered. The walls bore the marks of years of adjustment, patched and reseamed as needed, each change made because someone decided it had to be.
Nathan paused at a status board near the environmental controls, scanning the readouts more out of habit than concern. Power levels were stable. Pressure held. Whatever passed for “outside” remained exactly that. He keyed a short note into his PADD, its casing scuffed from years of use. Then he continued on, nodding once to an older crew member hunched over a workstation, then to two of the younger ones moving a crate that was clearly heavier than they wanted to admit. “Take it slow,” Nathan said as he passed. They did.
Near the storage annex, a pair of ship-born kids waited, pretending to work while watching him instead. They fell in beside him without being asked. “They said the recycler’s running hot again,” one offered. Nathan didn’t stop walking. “It’s been doing that since last cycle,” he replied. “As long as the pressure stays green, it’s noise, not trouble.” He slowed just enough to glance at them. “If it spikes again, flag it. Don’t open anything.” They nodded, reassured, and peeled off toward their assigned section.
Nathan reached the end of the passageway and rested a hand briefly against the makeshift bulkhead, feeling the faint vibration of the compound’s systems humming beneath his palm. It felt the same as it had yesterday. That mattered. Still, something lingered at the edge of his awareness. A sense of expectation he couldn’t place, the way routines sometimes tightened before something changed. He straightened, checked the time, and turned back toward the habitation section. Whatever the day brought, it would announce itself soon enough.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0930) Auberjonois FO- Commander Casem Leal
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2026 15:59:06 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0930)
When Casem Leal joined Starfleet she had hoped for a life of adventure and
exploration. When she accepted the position of FO for the Auberjonois she
was certain that those dreams were destined to come true. After all, a
science vessel in Starfleet, what could be more exploratory.
Little did she know that when they entered the Bajoran wormhole that she
would find herself in a completely different adventure, on for survival.
The wormhole had abandoned them. The crew had begun to call in the pit of
despair.
After their first pass through the wormhole, to the Gamma Quadrant, their
return path spat them back out, still in the Gamma Quadrant. After the
third attempt the wormhole just ceased to open. They’d been trapped.
After that it had been like a surreal nightmare. The ship went on
automatic, brought them to this planet and unceremoniously transported
everyone to the surface. There had been no time to react. By the time
Casem had seen the first to disappear in a transporter effect, she too had
been swept away.
The entire crew had been displaced, oddly, with just the right amount of
technology to ensure the survival of the group… at least from starvation
and the elements. Fortunately it was a crew of mostly scientists and
engineers, so improvising to create their compound was not out of their
depth.
However the compound was in way perfect, and was constant need for tending
and repairing. At least it always provided then something to do… and
something to teach the children.
One of the bright sparks of the whole adventure was Nathan. He had a talent
for “fixing” things. It shouldn’t have been a surprise as his parents were
crucial to the creation of their habitat. But his instincts were nothing
short of amazing.
Casem saw the boy across the chamber and at the end of a passageway,
resting his hands on the wall and looking contemplative. She made her way
over to him.
“Nathan,” the Trill said with a smile, “everything okay? You look quite
contemplative.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (0931) Nathan Marshall
From: bearcapps00 at yahoo.com (Bear Capps)
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2026 16:36:05 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: HomecomingDay: 3Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - Nathan Marshall - 0931)
Nathan shifted his weight off the wall when he heard his name and gave Leal a small nod. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. “Nothing out of place.”
He glanced briefly down the passageway before looking back at her. “Systems are steady. People are steady,” he added after a moment. “But the rhythm’s off. Folks are moving like they expect to be told something, even though no one’s said anything yet.”
He paused, choosing his words. “I’ve walked this circuit enough times to know when it feels different. Probably nothing,” he said with a faint, apologetic half-smile. “Just feels like the day’s waiting on us instead of the other way around.”
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 -0945) Lt. Rachel Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2026 11:14:32 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat -Mom- Lt. Rachel Solice (Quinna’s
Mother) -- 0945)
Rachel put out a breakfast spread. Juice from the fruit they called sweet
heat. It has a grape and lemon flavor sweet but the meat of the fruit was
warm and juicy. It quickly became a nice substitute for coffee as it has
the same amount of caffeine as coffee. There was a loaf of bread and a nut
butter that she made. Since she was essentially useless as a holodeck
programmer, she took to baking and other food supplies. She became quite
the cookbook writer and homemaker. She had 4 more children already
pregnant when this occurred. She and Michael agreed to mourn Quinna and
Preston as if they had died in a tragic accident and have decided to not
tell the current children.
Rachel gave Mike a kiss on his lips. Very much in love today as she was
when she married him 35 years ago. “Happy Anniversary.” She quietly said
to him.
(Reply Mike Solice)
Rachel’s 58 year old body started showing the signs of half a lifetime of
hard work. Arthritis, thought would have been taken care of on a starship,
was set in her body now. Medical Technology was something that was used in
a last resort situation. Rachel’s Arthritis was not at the stage where
medical intervention was a concern. She massaged her hands. “There is a
storm coming.” she said as she stretched her fingers and did all those
hand issues that would help rid of her discomfort.
(Reply Mike Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0947) CMO - Lt. Mike Solice
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2026 14:30:45 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat - CMO - Lt. Mike Solice (Quinna’s
Father) - 0947)
Mike had woken up… in a mood. He’d had that dream again. His little girl
was calling out to him from deep in a mist, and try as he could, he could
not get to her. The voice of his Quinna cried out for his help.
His eyes had shot open but he’d trained himself not to move. He couldn’t
bring himself to talk to Rachel, and put her through that again. They had
agreed, years ago, to live as though Quinna and Preston were both dead. It
took years for his brain to accept that they were, at least, dead to them.
Eventually he had stopped dreaming about them. It had been at least ten
years since he’d had any dream of seeing them again.
He had let Rachel get out of bed to make breakfast as he lay, trying to
quiet his mind. But every time he closed his eyes he could see those ever
watchful eyes of Quinna staring at him, and hear the one hundred one
questions coming from Preston’s mouth.
Finally Mike dressed and joined his wife before Bryce came in looking to be
feed. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as she
prepared the food. She turned and kissed him on the lips.
“Happy Anniversary,” she said, her eyes filled with her love for him.
He smiled at her and returned the kiss. “Happy Anniversary yourself.”
His hands moved from around her waist and up her sides slightly with the
familiarity of experience. They’d often been told how they were the oldest
newlyweds anyone had ever seen. The noise of their rousing ten year old
behind them caused them to separate. He gave her one more lingering kiss
as a promise of more to come later.
They separated and Mike watched as Rachel fussed with her hands. Mike’s
eyes narrowed and the memory of his dream faded. Before he could say
anything she looked at Mike and said, “There is a storm coming.”
Suddenly, the whirling dervish of their ten year old son, Bryce ran into
the room and squeezed in between them.
“Morning mom, morning pop,” he said, “Happy anniversary.”
Mike hugged the boy into his mother making a “Bryce sandwich.” “Morning
squirt,” Mike said. “Thanks”.
The group all separated and sat down to eat. Mike picked at his food, the
nagging feeling returning and finally he stood up.
“Guess I better get to the clinic,” he announced. “If I’m too late Martin
will convince Andre that he should be allowed full medical access at
sixteen. The kid’s good, but not that good. “
He rubbed the top of Bryson’s head, “Be good at school.”
Bryson replied by stuffing more food in his mouth. Then he took hold of
his wife’s hand and brought it to his lips. He leaned in and kissed her
lips and then cheeck. When he was close to Rachel’s ear he whispered, “I
want to see you in the clinic for your hands.” As he moved back he could
see the look in her eyes and added, “I want your hands in full working
order for tonight.”
Then he turned and left to enter the clinic.
(reply Rachel, Bryson)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1000) Dr. Lt. Ander Benjamin.
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2026 14:02:07 -0600
NPRG: Dr Ander Benjamin is a Bajorian who is the acting Chief Medical
officer. He has become Mike Solice’s best friend since before Quinna was
even born. Ben’s son was left behind on DS9 when the families were
offloaded and she hip went on the mission where the disappeared. Ben had
no desire to have a new wife or more children.
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat - aCMO - Lt. Ander Benjamin- 1000)
Ben had been in the clinic for an hour now. He mostly has been going over
the appointments for today but today was a slow day. Ben looked up to see
his friend walk in the door. “Mike, Correct me if I am wrong but didn’t
you tell me yesterday that you were going to spend your anniversary with
your wife, locked in your room.”
(Reply Mike Solice)
“So the hell are you here. There are no appointments today. Just me and
the book I am working on. You know that cheesy romance novel I am writing,
“Prophets of Love”.” Ben looked at his friend. “Your pagh sees troubled
and I do not have to grab you ear to see that.” Ben stood from his seat
and looked at Mike.
(Reply Mike Solice)
“Have you told Rachel you have been having more and more dreams about your
girl? She would be abut what 31, 32?” Ben asked
(Reply Mike Solice)
“I know she is the one that made the death rule, but you have to tell her.
You need to talk to someone just as connected as you are.” Ben suggested.
(Reply Mike Solice)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1454) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2026 19:47:08 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(USS Hades - Transporter Room 1 - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1454)
“Centurion Delexa, reporting for assignment as ordered," the Romulan woman
stated. Her demeanor reminded Keira of her father when he was at work. Duty
driven, exacting in detail.
"Welcome aboard the Hades, I'm Captain Keira Merek." As the blonde woman
spoke she extended a hand in the Human greeting. "Æfvadh" {Romulan: Be
Welcome: Formal}
If it was trepidation or ignorance of Human customs it took more than a
couple beats for the Romulan to return the greeting.
“ Viduus au paeti shaoi ben” { Romulan: Pleased to meet you,superior}
Delexa said in a straightforward Romulan dialect in response to Captain
Merek's use of the Romulan language. She had noticed that The captain's
dialect seemed a bit off world, but still it was Romulan.
" Urri sa'rhhæ" {Romulan:Come with me.} Keira said, it had been a while
since she had spoken formally.
“ I would be happy to join you, Captain Merek.” Centurion Delexa said as
they walked out of the transporter room and into the corridors of the ship.
As the pair left the transporter room, "Centurian, the file they sent was
rather.. sparse. What department do you work in, for the Republic?"
(Reply Vokus)
Keira smiled as they entered the turbo lift. "Computer, Bridge."
(Reply Vokus)
(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
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