COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Homecoming 2026-03-01
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MISSION LOG: HOMECOMING
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.10.18 - 2446.10.19
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 3
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1145) Casem Leal
(Planetfall Compound - Town Hall - FO/Mayor Commander Casem Leal - 1145)
(reply Alexis, Guthrie, Nathan)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1522) Nathan Marshall
(Planetfall Compound - Systems Operations - Nathan Marshall - 1522)
(reply anyone on the Auberjonois, Gunner)
DAY 4
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 13.53 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois - Main Engineering - LT Raven Green - 13.53)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1359, 1400) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge - Commander Quinna Solice - 13.59)
(USS Auberjonois - Sickbay - Commander Quinna Solice - 14:00)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1400=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
(USS Auberjonois Hangar – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1400)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1401) SFI DD - Michael Weston
(USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1401)
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1403)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1404) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Auberjonois - Main Engineering - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1404)
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1405)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 14.06 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois Officers Mess LT Raven Green - 14.06)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1420) SFI DD - Michael Weston
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1420)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 14.21 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- LT Raven Green - 14.21)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1425) MCO, Major Sean Masters
(USS Cerberus, Command Console - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1425)
(Reply Strom, Keats)
(Reply Strom, Keats)
(Reply Strom, Keats)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1425) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Auberjonois - CMO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 1425)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1425) SFI DD - Michael Weston
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1425)
(reply Adams, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1426=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1426)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1430, 1450) MCO, Major Sean Masters
(USS Cerberus, Pilot Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1430)
(USS Cerberus, Pilot Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1450)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1454 ) CO, Captain Keira Merek
(USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - CO, Captain Keira Merek -
1454)
(Reply Dogan, Alouron )
(Reply Delexa, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1455) MCO, Major Sean Masters
(USS Cerberus, Passenger Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1455)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1500) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1500)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1501=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1502)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1503) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1503)
(reply Solice, Toks, green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1503=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1503)
(Reply Wednesday, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.04 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Coridor LT Raven Green - 15.04)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 -1510, 1517) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Auberjonois -Sickbay, CMO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 1510)
(USS Auberjonois -Bridge - Commander Quinna Solice - 1517)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1511) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1511)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1513=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1503)
(USS Aberjonois-Deck 1- bridge)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1517) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Auberjonois -- Bridge -- Commander Quinna Solice -- 1517)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1517)
(USS Auberjonois - Corridor- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -
1517)
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -
1521)
(reply Solice, any)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.18 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge LT Raven Green - 15.18)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1519) Commander Quinna Solice
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge Commander Quinna Solice - 15.19)
(Reply Weston, Green, Anyone that shows)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1520) SFI DD - Michael Weston
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Corridor - SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1520)
(reply Solice, Green)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1520) Lt. Commander William Gunther
(Planetfall Compound – Lt. Commander William “Gun” Gunther-1520)
(Reply any, Nathan)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.21 LT Raven Green)
(USS Auberjonois Bridge LT Raven Green - 15.21)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1145) Casem Leal
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2026 10:19:03 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Town Hall - FO/Mayor Commander Casem Leal - 1145)
Casem listened as the citizens of the survivors spoke. When the hall
returned to quiet she looked over at Alexis with a hopeful smile. Then she
turned back to the to look back at the gathering.
“Thank you all,” she said. “I think we need to continue to be on alert. I
agree with Gun,, we need to increase our security patrols. Sound the
clock. Gun, take care of that.”
(reply Gun)
“As for the rest of you, just maintain your awareness,” Casem continued.
“Until we know what is making us… uneasy, the best thing to do is go on
with business as usual. If anyone notices anything out of the ordinary, no
matter how small, let me know immediately.”
She tried to maintain an air of authority and confidence that she did not
really feel at this moment. This had always been Alexis’ forte. She could
see how years of this pressure could do the damage it did to her.
“If there’s nothing else, you are all dismissed,” Casem said.
As the crowd dispersed Mike Solice stepped up to Casem. “Maybe doing
medical checks on those who are feeling this sensation might, at least,
keep people occupied.”
“Casem nodded, “I agree. Why don’t you start with young Mr. Marshall and
Gunthie.”
“I’m on it,” Mike said and ran to catch up with Nathan.
Casem turned and stepped towards Alexis. She stepped forward to give her a
hug and then paused. “Thank you Alexis. I appreciate you being here more
than you can know. Well.. maybe you know.” She smiled at the Betazoid.
“Still, thank you.” ~I love you.~ She couldn’t say it out loud. “Maybe
Mike should check you out too?”
(reply Alexis)
Once Alexis left Casem looked around the empty meeting hall. She sighed,
wishing she knew what that sensation was. It was as though something was
coming. Something… familiar. Maybe she should get checked out by Mike as
well.
(reply Alexis, Guthrie, Nathan)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1522) Nathan Marshall
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2026 08:39:57 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound - Systems Operations - Nathan Marshall - 1522)
Tensions were still high but it seemed with an awareness of something about
to happen the compound was split into two groups. One group continued to
wallow in the mystery ahead. The other group, which included Nathan
Marshall, embraced the uncertainty of the future and maintained a vigilance
without losing their minds.
Nathan had spent the morning check g the perimeter shielding, making sure
that there were no gaps. The last thing they needed was an attack from a
horror that they already knew about. When he completed his rounds he
decided to head to town and check in with the Commander.
Suddenly a voice cried out. “A ship!” Then Bill Gunther appeared, saw
Nathan and ran towards him. “There’s a ship in orbit, Nathan. There’s a
ship!”
Nathan stared at Gun as if he’d lost his mind. Then he added, “I
confirmed. No malfunction.”
The older man put his hands on his knees and breathed hard.
Mike Solice had heard the commotion and stepped out of the med center.
“A ship?” he asked. “Are you sure?”
Nathan’s mind reeled. It was absolutely the last thing he imagined would
be the unknown event. His thoughts raced. Since the day he was born there
were those who had held on to the hope that someone would come through the
wormhole and find them. But that had never happened.
All the equipment that had been left for them to survive had been put to
use or cannibalized for other purposes. Before he was born very little of
the subspace communication systems had been left. However, one of his
first projects he began, at age fourteen, had been to create a small
subspace beacon. He wasn’t sure that it worked, but he continued to play
with it every few days. He was pretty sure that it could send a small, but
concentrated, stream to communicate with a ship in orbit.
He looked at Gun with a serious glare, “Go get the commander and bring her
to the tower behind my house. I’m going to see if my comm system works.”
(reply Gunther)
He looked at the growing crowd, shrugged and ran to his home. The standard
home he lived in with his parents had an item that stood out. There was a
twelve foot wooden tower built behind it. He built it with his father. What
was in the hut at the top, however, he built himself.
Nathan scrambled up the ladder with a well practiced motion. He’d often
been likened to a squirrel climbing up it. He pushed open the trap door and
climbed inside the hit. It had been decorated with material and half
finished projects. But in one corner was a project that had clearly been
finished, a communication transmitter.
He threw the power switch and waiting impatiently for the ready light to
glow a solid green light. Once it was fully powered he made some
adjustments to the controls. An antenna extended from the roof and a small
satellite style transmitting dish extended out.
Nathan stepped back and took a deep breath. Then he stepped up to the
console hit the send key.
“Attention orbiting vessel, can you hear me,” he said, working at holding
on his excitement. Then he stepped back and waited for a reply.
(reply anyone on the Auberjonois, Gunner)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 13.53 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2026 21:11:12 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Main Engineering - LT Raven Green - 13.53)
Wednesday asked Raven to reach a high pannel since Wednesday was not tall in height. Raven didn't really understand the phrase fit in a space but figured it out to mean she wanted her to reach a space she coudn't get to. Raven was happy to do so. She clipped the device where Wednesday wanted her to clip it. She guessed it was beneficial to be tall in height for tasks like this.
"You are ready to go ."
(Reply Wednesday, Any)(Posted by Edward)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1359, 1400) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2026 10:42:59 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge - Commander Quinna Solice - 13.59)
After Tok reported he was on board, Quinna looked down at the helm. The
helm asks for command code. Quinna thought for a moment and inputted
MuRa2411.
“Command code accepted.” The computer said. Engine and warpcore come
online and the ship starts to move and one other thing happens, Quinna is
beamed off the bridge and re-emerges in sickbay, CMO office. There on the
desk is a hand written note. Michael was beamed to the Solice Family
Quarters. Lt. Green was beamed to the Officer Mess. Ensign Adams was
beamed to the Gym, and Toks was beamed to the Captain’s Quarters. None of
the locations allowed for people to override the ship, and it jetted off to
the wormhole at warp 8. They were all locked down separately from each
other.
(USS Auberjonois - Sickbay - Commander Quinna Solice - 14:00)
Quinna tried to use override but nothing worked. She sat on her father’s
chair. It still smelt like him. Fresh smell on a 25 year old smell.
Everything about this seemed . she hit her comm badge, “Solice to Weston.”
Nothing, “Solice to Green” Nothing. “Solice to Adams” Nothing, Solice
to Toks” and again nothing.
The doors to sickbay from the office would not open. The door to the
corridor would not open but the small closet would. It was set with a
pillow and blanket. Her ‘Fort’. “Daddy, what have you done?”
NPRG: Now you are all captured in a separate part of the ship. Sealed in
your locations. Those wormhole aliens are not playing too nice.
(Reply All)
(Posted by Kris B)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1400=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2026 11:43:39 -0500
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1400)
Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Hangar – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1400)
The Cherons hatch slid open and he stepped onto the deck, his arm embedded tricorder bracelet analyzing the ship.
At first he considered heading to the main computer to make sure they had control, but he knew this had to play out and he wasn’t going to override Quinna Solice’s decisions, even if her personal life was touching on them.
He decided to head to the bridge and let them establish plans organically. With that he took maybe seven steps before the transporter beam took him.
“Well shiiiiii….” He lamented as he dematerialized.
USS Auberjonois deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1403)
The quarters took form around him, or rather he materialized into the room, and almost immediately recognized it as theCaptain’s quarters.
“Thank you Prophets,” he said out loud, knowing they were listening if they wanted to be.
He walked to the door. Nothing, the entire quarters were at his disposal. Not a bad place to wait. Then the ship went to warp. The increased thrumming through the deck was somehow comforting.
“Are we on the way to the wormhole?” He asked looking upward for no reason in particular.
Nothing answer.
He tapped his comm badge. “Toks to Away Team…… Toks to anyone….” Nothing
“Computer, dinner, co co van. Red wine, small trill side salad.”
The replicator materialized the meal. He grabbed the tray took it to the captains desk, overrode he codes and becan reading hers and the other officers last logs
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1401) SFI DD - Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2026 09:28:49 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1401)
=^=Quick question…. Is the ship like being in a place stuck in time? I’ve
gotten interesting readings over here.=^=
“That’s a great question, “ Weston replied. “We’re getting similar odd
readings over here. I think we can use your expertise once you get docked.”
There was a few minutes of silence as Weston watched as the Cheron released
from the hull of the Auberjenois, and positioned itself in front of the
landing bay.
=^=Cheron to Auberjenois, requesting permission to land in hangar bay.=^=
Michael chuckled at the formality of the request. But he supposed that the
training of the later centuries might be highly ingrained in the
Chimeric’s mind. He did not have such an affliction, however he thought it
best to respond in kind right now.
“Cheron, this is the Aubererjenois, permission granted.” He couldn’t help
but add, “T’xen Toks, come on down. It’s time to play This Mystery is all
Wrong. Engaging tractors.”
There was a slight confused pause before Toks replied, =^=On the way.=^=
“Sit back and relax,” Michael said, humor in his voice, “I’ve got you… I
think.”
Toks didn’t bother to respond. He watched as the autolanding tractors
placed the Cheron gently on the deck plating of the shuttlebay.
Michael kept one eye on the Ops console and the other on Quinna as she sat
at the helm. He watched as she suddenly leaned forward and tapped in
something into the console.
[Command code accepted,] the computer stated
The power transfer to the warp core suddenly appeared on his display, and
there was a small lurch until the inertial dampeners engaged. At the same
time he could feel the sensation on the transporter affect tingle across
his body.
He turned to look at the helm and started to say, “Quin…. ,” but he was
already gone.
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1403)
“...na, what’s..”
He realized finishing the question was pointless. He was alone in… was,
clearly, somebody's personal quarters. As he looked around it didn’t take
long for him to figure out whose quarters they were.
His first move was to tap his comm badge, hoping they were all still
connected through the Cheron,. “Weston to Solice.” He continued to root
through the quarters as no reply came.
“Figured,” he said to himself. Then he found a wall panel and tapped it,
“Weston to anyone.” Nothing. “Par for the course. Well Mr. Weston, this
is another fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”
He picked up a holo-image of a family. The parents looked familiar. His
study of the Auberjenoir from his early days in SFI helped him recognize
Michael and Rachel Solice, Quinna’s parents. The pair of cute halflings
they held was clearly young Quinna and Preston Solice. There were other,
hard copy images of the children spread throughout the room. He couldn’t
help but smile at a picture of Quinna as a girl with this wild and wicked
look in her eyes. What a hellion she must have been.
Then he picked up a piece of paper. It was clearly the art work of a
child, he assumed Preston, a family portrait. The people were stick
figures, with long stick fingers and spikey hair. Each person was labeled
and wearing specific clothing. Daddy was wearing a white doctor’s coat;
Mommy was wearing a blue coat; Preston was the only one wearing pants, but
they were shorts and an orange shirt; Sissy was wearing a red skirt but no
top.
“I recognize that outfit,” he said to himself.
Enough of this, it was time to get out of there. He moved over to the
door, which didn’t open, of course, then found the panel beside it. With a
blow he dislodged the panel to display the internal controls of the door.
Unzipping one of the hidden pockets of his outfit he pulled out a pair of
alligator clips. He attached them to the power relay and the control
interface, in an attempt to force the door open on its own accord.
There was a click, a hiss and a thunk, as the door’s locking mechanism
disconnected, and the door seal disengaged, then the door stopped.
Something prevented the full operation of the door from completing. He
removed the clips and put them away, Then he reached into the open panel
and disengaged the power circuits. Since the seals were already disengaged
all he had to do was force the door open.
He found something to wedge into the door jam and force the door to open
enough for him to fit his hands in. Then, bracing his foot on the opposite
side he pulled and with a groan the door opened enough for him to slip
out. Oddly, there had been no alarm for the breach of the door seals. Now
he had to find the others., but this was a big ship for four people.
(reply none)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1404) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2026 19:29:04 -0800
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Main Engineering - Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1404)
Wednesday looked at the information from the relay, trying to ignore the
chatter between Weston and Toks on the open channel. There’s been no
degradation in antimatter, no sign, at all, that this ship had aged at all
in the past twenty-five years. She sat back in the chair and looked at the
data flow with curiosity.
Suddenly there was a beep on the power relays as systems came online.
Before she could track the source she could feel the transporter effect
take hold of her. As she disappeared all she could say was, “Goddess.”
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1405)
As she materialized, still being in a seated position, Wednesday plopped to
the deck floor on her bottom.
“Ow,” she cried. Then she tapped her comm badge. “Adams to Commander
Solice. Admas to Lt. Green. Adams to anyone.”
There were no replies and a panic took hold of her. Where was she? Where
was everyone else? Finally she took a deep breath and centered herself.
Her heart rate settled and she started to look around her.
Whoever moved her had sent her to the gym. The gym? What, was that some
kind of a joke. Wednesday had not been known to spend a lot of time at the
gym. She was young and athletic, with a background in gymnastics and
fencing, of all things. That did not require a great deal of time with the
muscleheads at the gym. Typically they spent time trying to impress her or
offer her assistance she didn’t need.
However, being in an empty gym she couldn’t help but pick up a small weight
and give it a couple of curls. She giggled at how silly she felt then got
to work at the problem at hand. She moved to the door and stopped short
when it did not happen. It was not really a surprise. That would have
been too easy. She wasn’t getting out of there any time soon.
She thought about trying to force the door open, but that required a
strength she did not possess. She giggled again. At least she was in the
right place. Eventually she could probably work her way up to it. No, she
needed to figure out a way to contact the others, so she made her way to
the comm unit.
Taking out a set of tools from her pocket she managed to open the panel.
After about ten minutes she was able to channel the power to it. Once she
had the power it quickly became apparent that the problem was not the power
source. Something was blocking the subspace signals that in ship
communications typically used. This was going to require some thought, and
some history.
She was going to have to bypass the subspace emitter circuits with a radio
frequency oscillator and an antenna. As she looked around the room, it was
fortunate that the equipment in the gym provided her the materials that she
needed. The only other commodity that she required was time, and apparently
she had that in abundance.
It took nearly an hour, but finally she found all of the components she
needed and had built the transmitter that would access the ships comm
systems. Hopefully it would cast a signal that would transmit ship wide.
With the flick of a switch the transmitter came to life. Wednesday stood
up and gave a little prayer to Goddess and pressed the comm button.
“This is Ensign Wednesday Adams, can anyone hear this? Please respond if
you can hear me. I’m in the gym. Anyone.”
(reply anyone)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 14.06 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2026 15:52:13 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Officers Mess LT Raven Green - 14.06)
A moment ago she was standing in main engineering then abruptly transported to the Officers Mess. She did not know the reason for being transported here and why. She observed that the coffee smelled fresh as if it hadn't been aged for 25 years. Several pastries like doughnuts and such also smelled fresh. She had no need to consume anything. The tables in the officers mess were clean and not dusty or decayed as they would be if aged 25 years. She tapped her COMM but not response to her hail to contact the others. She looked around to find any clues what she was sent here. There were no notes to read or anything odd to suggest a clue. Whatever program that transported her here did the same to the others in different parts of the ship. She hoped that they had figued out whay this was happening but now she had to get out of the room. She tried the door which was locked and attempts to leave were unsuccessful. She had the ability to ooze though any space to gett out of the room. She used that ability now to slip though the door COMM pannel. On the other side of the door she reformed into her chosen form. Now to find the rest of the crew. She walked the deck a bit and found Michael outside of the Solice family quarters. She approached him.
"Glad to see you Michael. I was sent to the officers mess for some reason. There are no clues in there to report beside everything is like 25 years ago. We need to find Quinna. How do you suggest we do that?"
(Reply Weston, Any)(Posted by Edwad)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1420) SFI DD - Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2026 17:14:06 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1420)
Michael left the Solice quarters and began to walk down the corridor. There
was no sign of any of the others. He thought to head up to the bridge and
try using the ship's internal sensors to locate them.
A few minutes later he came up the doorway to the turbolift. As he stepped
up to it there was a beep of computer recognition but the doors did not
open. He tried again. Still nothing. Finally the computer’s voice rang out.
[Turbolifts are not operational at this time.]
That was odd as the turbolift brought them to the bridge originally. He
hummed for a moment then started to head back down the corridor. Perhaps
there were more clues to their circumstances in the Solice quarters.
Michael stood outside the Solice family quarters but before he could
reenter
"Glad to see you Michael. I was sent to the officer's mess for some
reason. There are no clues in there to report beside that everything is
like 25 years ago. We need to find Quinna. How do you suggest we do that?"
Michel looked at Raven as she stated the obvious. “We need to find
everyone, Miss Green. But yes, I’d like to find Commander Solice as well.”
He looked down the hallway one way, then the other way. He had been sent
to a quarters, she had been sent to the mess hall on the same level. He
had to wonder if Quinna and Toks were on this level as well. There had to
be a reason they’d been sent to where they were.
“I suggest we do a door to door recon,” he finally said. If we’re both on
this level it’s likely that we’ll find the others here as well.”
(reply Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 14.21 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2026 15:37:57 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- LT Raven Green - 14.21)
It was curious that Michael and Her were sent to the same deck. That will have to be explained. She agreed with going door to door to find clues but it was unlikely they will find any until Quinna can explain what is going on. If she was a betazoid she could try to communicate with the party but she wasn't. She did have the ability to pass locked doors. That may be useful when needed. It would be very risky but she could slide down the turbolift to Sickbay if that was needed. She held that to herself until necessary but made the suggestion anyway.
"Understood. It would be risky but I could slide down the turbolift to wherever on the ship. I don't know how to take you with me though. Any thoughts?"
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1425) MCO, Major Sean Masters
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2026 21:39:02 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Cerberus, Command Console - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1425)
Sean had just completed the warp jump and began prepping for his approach
vector.
=^= Major Masters, Sir. =^=
"Send your traffic, three." Sean shot back on inboard comms.
=^= I don't think that's how a drop out of warp is supposed to feel, Sir.
=^=
That was an odd statement to be sure. "Can you be a little more specific?"
Sean asked out of reflex, but initiated a sensor sweep anyway.
(Reply Strom)
Just as the Lieutenant responded, the sensors alerted to a series of
gravitational distortions.
"Strom, Keats, report to the command area." Sean said as he brought them to
an all stop outside of the distortion area of effect.
(Reply Strom, Keats)
"Any idea what caused these?" Sean asked. "Can you imagine what that would
do to an untethered body?"
(Reply Strom, Keats)
"Either we figure out their origin enough to ensure that it will not
interfere with the path we intend to take or we neutralize the anomaly all
together, or we have to scrap the training exercise."
(Reply Strom, Keats)
(Posted by Todd)
--
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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
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1425) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2026 14:35:22 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - CMO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 1425)
Quinna turned in her dad’s chair, then she saw her hideout. Quinna crawled
into the small opening. It was the perfect size for a 7 year old, but for
a 32 year old, it was a bit tight. When you pass the opening, it opens a
bit more. There was a candy bowl. Her dad spoiled her, her blanket. And
a note addressed to "Little Doctor” Quinna picked the paper up and smelled
it. Her memory of her father filtered into her head. It was not common to
have handwritten messages but this time he knew. She opened it.
“Well, Well, looks like my little doctor is in the office today. I am so
glad we made it back and you are back with me on duty. I missed you and am
happy to have you kids home. Remember Daddy loves his little Doctor.”
Quinna read the note. Her father planned for a successful mission.
“What happened to you, Daddy?” Quinna said to the empty room. Quinna
crawled out of the space. She headed to the door to sickbay and tried to
open it again, and it still would not budge, not even after activating the
manual override. It turned out to be the same for the door that lead to
the corridor.
She then heard it, a fuzzy message, “This is Ensign Wednesday Adams, can
anyone hear this? Please respond if you can hear me. I’m in the gym.
Anyone.”
Quinna took a deep breath, “I am here Ensign. I am in the CMO office.
Have you heard from anyone else?”
(Reply Adams)
“Can you move out of your location? Even after manual releases I cannot
get out of mine.” Quinna asked.
(Reply Adams)
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1425) SFI DD - Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2026 15:14:40 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Solice Family Quarters – SFI DD - Michael
Weston - 1425)
Michael looked at Raven as though she’d lost her mind. Perhaps she’d had an
opportunity to try the turbo lift before, but he didn’t know if there was
another lift at the other side of the deck.
“First of all, I’m not sure it’s a great idea that we separate. After all,
we just found each other. Secondly, where would you go? We have no idea
where the others are. You could spend hours, days, searching level by
level, only to find out that we’re all still on this level. No, there may
come a time when we will need to split up and you can try to get into the
turbo lift shaft.”
(reply Green)
“Why don’t you check the rooms on that side of the corridor and I’ll check
this side,” Michael indicated to the opposite wall of the Solice quarters.
“Don’t wander to far ahead. If either of us get into trouble we can call
out for help.”
(reply Green)
He looked back inside the Solice home, wondering why he’d been sent there.
It couldn’t just have been random. And it couldn’t have been personal, as
that preprogrammed transport was conceived decades ago, before he had any
idea of who Quinna was. And why would they send the one person in their
component that didn’t require food to mess hall?
He moved away from the doorway. It was more important to find everyone
first. He moved down the hallway, following Green. As he passed a door he
would put his palm on the door chime then pound on the door. Then he waited
for some kind of response. When there was none he moved on to the next
door.
Door by door they went. Suddenly there was a crackle over the ship's comm
system, followed by the fuzzy sound of Wednesday Adams voice.
=^=This is Ensign Wednesday Adams, can anyone hear this? Please respond if
you can hear me. I’m in the gym. Anyone.=^=
Michael longed for the nearest comm panel and touched the talk button.
“Ensign Adams, glad to hear from you,” he said, his voice notably sounding
relieved. “How are you?”
(reply Adams, Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1426=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2026 10:43:35 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1426)
Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1426)
“Now that’s interesting,” Toks said aloud as he compared the logs of the Captain, XO, CSciO, and engineering teams. Most were redacted. It would take him time but this mission and their cargo was clearly not standard.
There were coordinates. A definite location for the mission. The cargo was mentioned repeatedly. ~But what is the cargo?~ he questioned.
“What part do you have to play?” He asked out loud. “The prophets have reasons for what they do.” He looked up in the air. “I’m not attempting to interfere just play it out as it should.”
His voice was reverent. He’d encountered the prophets before and considered their non-linear processing.
He took a last sip and returned the remnants of the meal back on the replicator for recycling and then pulled his small pen shaped device from his jacket and forward near the panel and tapped it. Several sounds later the panel popped out and swung forward. Then a few taps and the right placed the door slid open partially.
Using his Takaran control over his cells, he flattened his body, and like an octopus, slid through the small opening.
“Now, if I were a prophet. Where would I send members of an away team?”
(Reply any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1430, 1450) MCO, Major Sean Masters
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2026 23:03:47 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Cerberus, Pilot Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1430)
There was an eerie silence from Stom. He followed his duty, in reporting a
potential problem, hell even before the sensors picked it up. That was
good. Offering a potential solution is better. Sean wasn't going to
ruminate on it now.
“Like I said, not my field, but before she drops us off, couldn’t the Hades
swing about point six and drop a subspace charge? It’d clear the path just
as we hit the launch tubes surely?”
The entire time the sensors of the Cerberus were tracking the anomaly. The
sensors were more designed for combat though, not as sophisticated as a
runabout or even a shuttle.
"Hate to break the immersion and operational subspace silence for a minor
class I anomaly..." Sean admitted. "I hate dead Marines and cancelled
training operations more."
Just as he was about to put the button to hail the Hades, the console
indicated the onboard science algorithm had finished the analysis.
"Wait a sec..." Sean said, holding up a gloved hand. "Looks like we have
movement."
(Reply any)
"The computer says that the anomalies are most likely moving towards an
unknown gravitational or subspace point outside of our nominal sensor
range. Eighty-seven point three-five percent probability." Sean was no
scientist either, so he read off what the computer's analysis was nearly
verbatim.
(Reply any)
Being a Starfleet brat, knowing full well Starfleet would want someone to
come back and look at it later, someone better equipped. "I'm going to drop
a buoy so that Hades can come take a look, maybe they'll have the sensor
range to determine where this thing is going."
(Reply any)
"Oh, yeah." Sean said with a smile. "We will replot our approach vector
keeping the course of the gravity thing in mind. Shouldn't delay more than
twenty minutes."
(Reply any)
(USS Cerberus, Pilot Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1450)
"Arrival at SP time, now." Sean spoke into the flight recorder. "Attention
on deck."
(Reply Cerberus Passengers)
Sean flipped the rear compartment lighting from white to green. "We're in
position. Final checks."
(Reply Stom)
"Order of march Three, four, one, two followed by command and auxiliary.
That's us Doc." Sean said clearly.
(Reply Keats)
"Movement will be squad wedge, echelon toward the likely contact side which
is the left side." Sean knew that particular detail had changed with the
reploting of their attack vector away from the gravitational anomaly. So he
took the time to explain it so everything ran smoothly. "Platoon formation
is staggered column pairs on the left and right side of command. From above
we will look like a big letter 'H'. Each side will move forward using
bounding overwatch. One squad sets and covers the other's movements, then
sets and covers the squad who had just covered their movement so that we
can get maximum accuracy and our movement is always covered. Anyone makes
contact with the enemy during movement, will find cover and lay down
suppressive fire. The opposite element will move to flank the objective. It
should start looking familiar to you knuckleheads after that."
(Reply any)
"Doc, you will stick with myself and the Gunny, if we take any injured they
will move that Marine back or they will self extract to a place behind
cover if possible so that you and myself or Gunny will move up to the
patient and you'll, well you'll do your stuff."
(Reply Keats)
"Any other questions?" Sean asked.
(Reply if any)
"Helmets on. Jumping in five." Sean said.
(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: HADESRPG: (4 - 1454 ) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2026 10:37:16 -0600
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - CO, Captain Keira Merek -
1454)
“I can just say yes, or you can come see and get your hands a little
dirty. You miss it…… don’t you?” Keira locked eyes with her Chief
Engineer, an understanding between them. She did miss rooting around in
engines and machinery. A tempting offer.
"Maybe a bit later." Keira admitted, finally. "Right now my job's on the
bridge, writing policy for future coaxial drives and Underworld class ships
in particular."
(Reply Alouron)
"Burdens of being the first." Keira nodded. "We figure out what works by
blazing a path for others to follow."
(Reply Dogan)
"That is an excellent point. Security is a prime concern using a newly
prototyped propulsion device. There's no official name for it yet, so I'll
put us to yellow alert before I give the command to activate the coaxial
drive. That should secure stations and send all non-essential personnel to
their quarters and people on shift to their stations. Does that seem fair?
" Keira offered.
(Reply Dogan, Alouron )
"Good point. I'll take that into consideration." Keira said. "For right
now, yellow alert should be sufficient." Keira decided.
(Reply any)
"Centurian, how is your exchange program experience going so far?" Keira
inquired with a smile.
(Reply Delexa, 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: (4 - 1455) MCO, Major Sean Masters
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2026 15:43:43 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Cerberus, Passenger Compartment - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1455)
Sean checked with his wrist tricorder. Everyone had their helmets on. He
then triggered the ship to auto pilot and thrusters at station keeping.
=^= Computer evacuate atmosphere to storage, place lifesupport to zero. =^=
Sean commanded. =^= Magnets on Marines. Line up for egress.=^=
(reply Passenger Compartment)
Sean placed the lights from green to red. He watched the pressure drop on
the exterior of his suit. One hundred kPa, ninety, seventy, thirty in an
instant it was very close to zero.
[Atmosphere evacuated, lifesupport at zero.] The computer announced over
internal comms.
(Reply any)
=^= Three and Four, positions. =^= Sean issued the preparatory command as
he signaled for the rear gangway and main egress to lower.
(Reply Stom)
Sean watched the gangway lower, opening into the emptiness of outer space.
He also kept an eye on the Marines as they lined up, and exited. Ensuring
none falter or collapse.
He tapped Dr Keats on the shoulder, and initiated a private comm channel.
=^= Doc, if anyone is going to pass out from nerves, experience tells me
this is the time. Medication port is the same place it's been for forty
years. =^=
He knew she likely knew all this both from her days as a Marine herself,
and her medical background. Sean always found it's better to say the thing
that's known so that everyone is 'on the same page' than not and letting
something important sneak through the cracks.
(Reply Keats)
Soon the First two squads had jumped out into the void without issue. =^=
Two and one, positions. =^=
Now that there was room, Sean and "Top" made their way to the very back of
the line.
(Reply Keats)
In front of them, the first two squads were out making their way to the
first waypoint. Stretched out and evenly spaced thrusters of their suits
rocketing them forward. The remaining full squads soon joined them.
=^= Lead the way Top, we'll be right behind you.=^= Sean said.
The senior enlisted man nodded and grinned. He started off in a dead
sprint, as much as the suit and the magnetic boots would allow him on the
deck. As he neared the end of the ramp he disengaged the magnetic actuators
on his boots and pushed off with a roll, a flourish and a generous dose of
thrusters.
=^= Right behind you, doc. =^=
(Reply Keats)
Sean himself exited five meters behind the good doctor. Similar to the
First Sergeant he executed a roll on the exit after disengaging his magnets
he gave a long burst of thruster juice to close the distance.
(Reply Stom and Keats)
(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: (4-1500) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2026 21:22:52 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1500)
Wednesday was relieved to hear the commander’s voice, static filled as it
was.
=^=I am here Ensign. I am in the CMO office. Have you heard from anyone
else?=^=
“No ma’am,” she replied, “you're the first to check in with me. I’m not
exactly sure how successful my hack into the comm system has been.”
=^=Can you move out of your location? Even after manual releases I cannot
get out of mine.=^=
“I’m stuck too,” Wednesday said, then added with a hint of disgust, “in the
ship’s gym, of all places. At least sickbay makes sense for you. Maybe
someone is telling me I need to workout more.”
The Michael Weston’s voice cut in. =^=Ensign Adams, glad to hear your
voice. How are you?=^=
“Director, glad to hear you too,” she said. “I’m fine. I’ve been talking
to Commander Solice.”
=^=She’s okay?=^=
Wednesday could tell that he was struggling
To remain calm. “Yes sir, she’s stuck in the med bay. Didn’t you hear her?”
=^=No, I can only hear you.=^=
Wednesday frowned, “Hang on Director. Commander Solice, I’ve been in
contact with Mr. Weston. He appears to be fine.”
(reply Solice)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2026 11:00:51 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1501)
Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1502)
Toks was busy descending an access ladder when he heard the voice of Wednesday. He dropped down onto to the deck and found the comm panel.
“Hi Wednesday. Toks here. Clever engineer! What do you know?”
Reply any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1503) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2026 10:25:24 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1503)
The next voice Wednesday heard was that of T’xen Toks.
=^=Hi Wednesday. Toks here. Clever engineer! What do you know?=^=
She was relieved to hear yet another voice and smiled at the compliment.
“”Mr. Toks, I’m so glad to hear from you. What do I know? I’ve heard from
Mr. Weston and Commander Solice,, and now you. I just haven’t heard from
Raven.”
Weston’s voice cut in. =^=I have Lt. Green with me.=^=
“Did you hear what everyone else is saying?” Wednesday asked hopefully.
=^=No, just your voice with Toks.=^=
Wednesday frowned, “That’s odd. Apparently you all can hear me, but not
each other. I’ll have to me an intermediary between you three.”
=^=We can’t have everything,=^= Weston added.
“Did you catch that Commander,” Adams reported. “I have now heard from the
entire team. Is there any message anyone wants me to relay?”
(reply Solice, Toks, green)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2026 10:50:59 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1503)
Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1503)
“Did you catch that Commander,” Adams reported. “I have now heard from the entire team. Is there any message anyone wants me to relay?”
Toks listened to the engineer’s half of the conversations.
“Wednesday, I am at the Jeffries tube intersect access at deck 4 please ask who is where. I can get the closest person relearned from their transporter destination first. “
(Reply Wednesday, any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.04 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2026 16:00:23 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Coridor LT Raven Green - 15.04)
Raven checked rooms as agreed on having no success she met back up with Michael in the coridor. She heard Wednesday over her COMM as Michael relayed he heard her. She waved at Michael before acknowledging Wednesday.
"Nice to hear you Wednesday. I am here with Michael. Do you have anything to report on why we were sent to different parts of the ship?"
She had some ideas to get the party together but they involved a certain risk to her and them. One involved her sliding down a turbolift shaft to Sickbay to get Quinna out of there. The unknow dangers of that were better not to risk until they have more information.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 -1510, 1517) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2026 18:17:35 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois -Sickbay, CMO Office - Commander Quinna Solice - 1510)
Wednesday frowned, “Hang on Director. Commander Solice, I’ve been in
contact with Mr. Weston. He appears to be fine.”
“Great to hear, Anyone else?” Quinna asked. But Quinna let go of a
breath she was holding in relief
She started feeling around the office. She very much like her father, she
would have a hidden panel in his office as well, but she needed to think.
Her hands followed edges and there she fund it. She popped it open and
there was a data rod. Quinna took it.
“Did you catch that Commander,” Adams reported. “I have now heard from the
entire team. Is there any message anyone wants me to relay?”
“Lets make a Rally spot, if they…” and at that point, the ship lunged to a
stop. And the doors opened, “ummm, did you feel that?”
(Reply Wednesday)
“Feels like we dropped out of warp. My doors opened. I am going to try to
make it to the bridge. Tell everyone to meet me there, including you.”
Quinna Ordered.
Quinna made her way to the turbolife and it was instantly there.
(USS Auberjonois -Bridge - Commander Quinna Solice - 1517)
Quinna ordered up the Bridge and she was the first one there. On the screen
was a luscious blue planet.
(Reply Any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1511) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2026 17:19:49 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Gymnasium- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams
- 1511)
=^=Let’s make a rally spot if they…=^=
Suddenly Wednesday could feel the change in the ship's harmonics. The
Auberjonois had come out of warp. Wednesday jumped to her feet.
=^=ummm… did you feel that?=^=
“Yes ma’am.” Wednesday replied. “If I’m not mistaken the ship has come out
of warp.” She touched the walls of the ship and closed her eyes to “feel”
the ships movement. “I believe that we’ve come to a full stop. I can’t
even feel the impulse engines online.”
=^=Feels like we’ve dropped out of warp. My doors are open. Tell everyone
to meet me there, including you.=^=
“Aye ma’am,” Wednesday said as she stepped towards the door of the gym. It
shushed open. She looked at the door suspiciously and hopped across the
door line. The door closed after her, but not on her. That was
promising. On a whim she tapped her comm badge. “Adams to Director Weston
do you read me?”
A pleased voice answered. =^=I do, indeed. I assume that we’ve come out of
warp and now the ship's comm system is functioning.=^=
“You assume correctly, sir,” she answered. “Commander Solice has asked us
all to meet her at the bridge.”
=^=We’re on our way.=^=
“I’ll see you there, sir,” she said, ending the comm line.
She pulled out her PADD and pulled up the ship schematic and found the
jeffries juncture he said he was in and made her way to the nearest access
panel. Oddly enough he should be close to it. When she got there she
opened the panel.
“Mr. Toks?” she called in.
(reply Toks)
After extricating himself from the tube she looked at him relieved,
resisting the urge to hug him. “Commander Solice wants us all on the
bridge.”
(reply Toks)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1513=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?=
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2026 12:02:11 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1513)
Special Agent T’xen Toks
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Deck 2- Captain’s Quarters – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1503)
Mr. Toks?” Wednesday’s voice called.
Toks rounded the corner of the Jeffries tube and smiled at her. “I realized I was closest to you,” he explained with a smile. “Are you ok?”
(Reply Wednesday)
He smiled and nodded resisting the urge to put his arm around her, they didn’t know each other well enough for her to know he wasn’t being a ketch.
“Im glad you are here. Shall we go to the bridge?”
(Reply Wednesday)
(USS Aberjonois-Deck 1- bridge)
Toks and Wednesday exited the turbolift for the small bridge of the science vessel.
He saw Michael making a slightly stern look at Raven, and Solice sitting at the helm.
The screen showed a blue world below them.
“Hello, when there’s a moment I have information that may or may not be relevant.”
(Reply any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1517) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2026 20:46:07 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois -- Bridge -- Commander Quinna Solice -- 1517)
Everyone was on top of their game, Michael had her attention. She leaned
over his shoulder to see. Her cheek brushing his ear.
“Life forms are detected across the planet,” he continued, “and if I’m not
mistaken, there’s a compound here,” he tapped a button and a red circle
appeared on the view screen. “Sensors show multiple Alpha and Beta
quadrant life forms.”
Then Lt Green spoke, "The scans don't detect any threats Ma'am. LT Weston
said the atmosphere is breathable but it might be prudent to wear a
breathing device until we are adjusted to the environment."
“I will take that advice under consideration, Lt. Green.” Quinna replied.
“We need more information before we charge off and explore.”
The doors opened to the Bridge. Now everyone is there. Before Quinna
could acknowledge, Toks spoke.
“Hello, when there’s a moment I have information that may or may not be
relevant.”
“There is no time like the present. What did you find?”
(Reply Toks)
(Reply Any)
Quinna listened to her team, but a thought crossed her mind, and she needed
to stop herself. Wishful thinking. She moved and sat in the Captain’s
chair. Her hands rubbed her eyes. “Suggestions?” She asked but she was
itching to check it out.
(Reply any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1517)
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2026 10:13:59 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Corridor- Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -
1517)
“Are you okay?” Toks asked
“Me?” Wednesday said with a smile, “I’m fine.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” the green Chameloid said. “Shall we go to the
bridge?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” the girl replied and followed Toks to the
turbo lift.
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -
1521)
As they stepped off the turbo lift Toks went into his report Commander
Solice. While he did that Wednesday began to tour the bridge. She sat at
an engineering station and began to run through some system diagnostics.
After a few minutes she noticed something had shifted in the comm system
diagnostic. At first she thought it was due to her modifications she made
in the Gyms comm system. Then she traced it to incoming messages.
Out of the corner of her brain she heard the commander’s voice say,
“Suggestions?”
“Ummm… Commander,” Wednesday called out, “I think you might want to look at
this. It seems we have an incoming message. And I think it’s from the
planet.”
(reply Solice, any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.18 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2026 14:48:22 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge LT Raven Green - 15.18)
Raven felt the ship come to a stop. The door to the turbolift opened. She prompted Michael to follow her to the bridge as Quinna requested. She voiced the turbolift to go to the bridge. The turbolift did as asked and She made her way to the bridge. It seemed she was the first to meet at the rally point. She went over to Quinna.
"Good to see you Quinna. What do we know?"
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1519) Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2026 17:33:51 -0500
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Bridge Commander Quinna Solice - 15.19)
Quinna just managed to maneuver over to the science station. Just then the
turbolift opened, Quinna turned her head and then directed her attention
back to the science station.
"Good to see you Quinna. What do we know?"
“Ummm Raven,,,” Quinna shook her head,” I can’t, sorry, Lt. Green. I
just arrived on the Bridge before right before you. Aside from the big
blue planet on the screen, I have not learned anything yet, so I thought
about accessing the science station to find out.” Quinna took the lead,
“Lt. Green, I need you at the security station and scan for hazards on the
planet and in the immediate area. Lt. Weston, can you man the helm and try
to find where we are. We need to get full communications established. I
am assuming Ensign Adams will be on her way when she gets a hold of Toks.”
(Reply Weston, Green, Anyone that shows)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1520) SFI DD - Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2026 17:51:07 -0700
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois - Deck 2- Corridor - SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1520)
By the time Michael Weston had closed the channel to Wednesday Green had
already began to move to the turbolift. He shook his head and followed.
The ride up the lift was silent. He was uncertain of the trustworthiness
of the ship’s computer at this time. However, the lift did deposit them on
the bridge as requested.
Before he could say anything Green was speaking, as though she were in
command. "Good to see you Quinna. What do we know?"
His eyes narrowed and he was about to say something about how one speaks to
a commanding officer but Quinna spoke first. Her voice seemed a bit… cool.
”I can’t,” she said, “sorry, Lt. Green.” There was a slight inflection on
the word lieutenant. “I just arrived on the bridge right before you. Aside
from the big blue planet on the screen, I have not learned anything yet, so
I thought about accessing the science station to find out.”
“Lt. Green,” again there was that accent on the Lieutenant, as she was
attempting to correct Green’s lack of protocol, “I need you at the security
station and scan for hazards on the planet and in the immediate area. Lt.
Weston, can you man the helm and try to find where we are? We need to get
full communications established. I am assuming Ensign Adams will be on her
way when she gets a hold of Toks.”
Michael smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Lieutenant? Guess I’m back in
uniform.” The last time he was in this position he was Cap’n Mikey Weston,
and they were in an alternate universe.
He passed Green on his way to the helm, looking at her harshly.
"Lieutenant, perhaps later you and I can have a word about protocol, and
who, exactly, is in command of this mission. Commander Solice does not
answer to you.”
He sat down at the helm and looked over the star charts. “We are
definitely in the Gamma Quadrant. It appears that we were traveling at
warp nine for nearly an hour. We are in a star system about 0.17 light
years from the wormhole.’
He ran a scan of the system and the planet. “This is the second planet of
a class K star system. The planet itself is habitable, with a breathable
atmosphere. There’s a slight variation of the Oxygen/Nitrogen mix, but
it’s survivable.” He paused for a moment then added, “There’s something
else in the atmosphere that the computer can’t identify. However, it’s not
toxic, so…,” he shrugged.
“Life forms are detected across the planet,” he continued, “and if I’m not
mistaken, there’s a compound here,” he tapped a button and a red circle
appeared on the view screen. “Sensors show multiple Alpha and Beta
quadrant life forms.”
(reply Solice, Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1520) Lt. Commander William Gunther
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2026 11:51:02 -0400
SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1520) Lt. Commander William Gunther
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.18
(Planetfall Compound – Lt. Commander William “Gun” Gunther-1520)
Sitting in his quarters- home, its home- Gun gave his weapons against the moles -who named them? They are more like quadrupedal ten tentacles land squid with rose nosed mandibles.-
He sharpened the quills the thin rods of sharpened wood dipped in the poison, and wearing his thick gloves placed them one by one in their sheaths. One prick and you were dead before the pain registered.
Sighing, Gun let his mind wander. He was trained to build and maintain ships that transversed the black between stars. Now he looked, with resilience and grief at the crude weapons he fashioned to save everyone else since he did not save his wife.
Somehow the routine brought him back to the thrum of warp engines the peace and rhythm of knowing the chaos and order around you. He missed his wife, he missed his old life, and yet there was what was now.
He leaned back and grabbed his utility belt, to grab twine to bind the quills, and that’s when he saw the red light blinking three then pause three then pause. His eyes widened. “What? What!!!!”
His first thought was malfunction and he gripped the utility belt like it was all that separated him from plummeting off a cliff as he rushed outside to the ladder that quickly carried him to the rudimentary radar like sensor on his roof. It pointed at the sky.
It wasn’t being bothered by the rat- birds here. It was clean. He’d kept it going since being put here.
“Oh wow oh wow!” He shouted as he descended the steps and ran full speed toward the center of the compound. Others turned and watched him, probably thinking he was losing it. Possibly thinking his sensors had registered another mole digging. They generally headed the other way. This time they seemed to sense it was different. In fact others followed him.
That was when, rounding one of the buildings he saw Nathan.
“A ship!” He shouted. “There’s a ship in orbit. Nathan. There’s a ship!” He explained, grabbing the other man by the shoulders then haphazardly waving the belt with the light.
“I confirmed no malfunction.” He was breathing harder than a normal run would create. Others caught up.”
“A shop? Are you sure?” Someone asked. Others spoke but Gunther kept his eyes on Nathan.
(Reply any, Nathan)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 15.21 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2026 14:49:10 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19
(USS Auberjonois Bridge LT Raven Green - 15.21)
Quinna responded cooly to Raven's informal address to her but there was a enphasis on Lieutenant which she took as a reminder to follow protocal. She noted that and acted on the order to man the security station to check for threats. The scans didn't detect much. The scans did see the compound. It probaly won't require EVA suits when beaming down but its better to be cautious.
"The scans don't detect any threats Ma'am. LT Weston said the atmosphere is breatheable but it might be prudent to wear a breathing device until we are adjusted to the environment."
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