============================================================================== MISSION LOG: TRANSITIONS STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.19 - 2446.09.23 ============================================================================== TABLE OF CONTENTS -------------------- DAY 1 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0900) CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Operations - CO?s Office- CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0900) (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0905) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0901) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Security - CSec?s Office- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0901) (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0904) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0907) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 0907) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0i906) SO - Ensign Gort (Starbase Freedom - Between Level 2-14 - Turbo Lift - SO - Ensign Gort - 0907) (reply Green, if you want) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0908/0910) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels (Starbase Freedom - Between Level 2-14 - Turbo Lift - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0908) (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0910) (reply Soice, Green, Gort) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0910) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0910) (reply none, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0911) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0911) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0913) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1 XO Commander Quinna Solice - 0913) (Reply Green, Samuels, Gort, any) DAY 4 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1305) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?XO?s Quarters- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 1305) DAY 5 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1810) Chief of Pediatric Surgery Roxanne Dahr and Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Chief of Pediatric Surgery Roxanne Dahr and Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1810) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1814) CO - Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1814) (reply Green, Solice) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1816) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1816) (reply Green, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1818) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 18.18) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1820) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 1820) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1822) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters-- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1822) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1830) Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - SFI - Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1830) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1845) CO- Captain Casian Dahr (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - CO- Captain Casian Dahr - 1845) DAY 6 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1839) ED Director Dr. Lynn McCullough (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- Emergency Department- Trauma 1 - Dr. Lynn McCullough - 1839) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1845) CO Captain Casian Dahr, XO Commander Quinna Solice and SFI- D.D. Michael Weston (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - CO?s Office - CO Captain Casian Dahr, XO Commander Quinna Solice and SFI- D.D. Michael Weston - 1845) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=286-2045=29_Dr=2E_Lynn_McCullough=2C_C?= =?utf-8?q?aptain_Casian_Dahr_and_T=E2=80=99xen_Toks?= (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- Emergency Department- Trauma 1 - Dr. Lynn McCullough, Captain Casian Dahr and T?xen Toks - 2045) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6 - 2055) XO Commander Quinna Solice (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- XO Commander Quinna Solice and Nurse Ensign Lucy Van Pelt - 2055) DAY 7 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (7-0900) SFI D.D. Office - SFI Op T'xen Toks- (Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - SFI D.D. Office - SFI Op T'xen Toks- Deputy Director Michael Weston - 0900) (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Medical Suite - SFI - Deputy Director Michael Weston and Agent T?xen Toks - 0915) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: Starbase Freedom - medical deck SFI/temporal Agent - 1836) (Starbase Freedom - medical deck SFI/temporal Agent - 1836) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (7-1845) Turbo Lift AU (Starbase Freedom - Hub Turbo Lift - Between Module 4 & 5 - Turbo Lift AI - 1845) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0900) CO - Captain Casian Dahr From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2024 10:26:57 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Operations - CO?s Office- CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0900) Casian sat behind his desk going over the reports from the previous shifts. The report sent by the computer system of the turbo lift was most interesting. He?d never seen an incident report from a computer before. As he was reading it his comm beeped. =^=Captain Dahr, message from Trillus. President Zon is ready to transport.=^= Dahr tapped his badge and said, ?Acknowledged. I will be at Transporter room 1 shortly.? =^=Roger that, Captain.=^= Casian stood up and stretched his arms over his head. Then tapping his comm badge he said, ?Dahr to Samuels, meet me in transporter room 1 with your welcoming/protection team.? =^=Acknowledge Captain. On our way.=^= He tapped his comm badge one more time. ?Dahr to Solice. Commander, time to really start. Meet me in transporter room 1 to welcome President Zon, from Trillus.? (reply Solice) With a deep breath he readied himself for the morning?s events and headed out. (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 0905) Dahr entered the transporter room and nodded to the transporter chief, CPO Frank Martin. Martin nodded back and began to set his console for the transport. A moment later Samuels arrived with Lt. Green and Ensign Gort, short Nausican, well? short for a Nausican. When Solice arrived Dahr nodded to Martin and he initiated the transport. With a him from the transporter affect three Trills appeared on the pads, a man and two rather attractive women. Zon smiled when he saw Casian and stepped off the pad. ?Casian, good to see you old friend.? Dahr shook hands with the President and smiled back. ?Taylin! Great to see you. And welcome to Freedom.? ?I?ve been here before,? Zon said. ?Not since I?ve been here,? Casian replied, a touch of accusation in his voice. Zon nodded, admitting his guilt, ?I am sorry Cas, but you know politics. It keeps me busy.? Dahr put a hand on his old friends shoulder and said, ?I do indeed, and that?s why I stayed away from that game as much as I could. You were always the one for the limelight.? ?Doesn?t seem very limelighty these days,? the president offered in a slightly unpresidential manner ?However, I?m here to make up for my neglectful ways. I believe we still have a couple of hours before the ambassador is to arrive, and I thought a small tour of the station would be in order.? Dahr raised an eyebrow then looked over at Hank. He could see the security chief sigh then nod. Zon noticed the look and smiled. ?Of course,? he added, ?my own personal security will work with Lt. Samuels and his team.? He indicated to the two attractive Trill women who beamed up with him. Dahr knew Zon?s propensity to surround himself with attractive women. His predecessor, Jendra Zon, always surrounded herself with attractive men. Dahr was pretty sure that they both had ?relationships? with their companions. However, as beautiful as these women were he could feel the sense of danger from them in the way they stood. ?Of course,? Hank replied, also sensing that these women could handle themselves. ?Very well,? Dahr said. ?Where?d you like to start?? ?As intriguing as your command center might seem,? Zon said, ?I want to see the people.? ?Or be seen by the people,? Dahr quipped. Zon smiled, ?Well, the presidency is still an elected position, and there are a lot of Trill in this base.? Dahr gave an acceding nod. ?The promenade it is.? He turned to Quinna. ?Commander, could you go with Hank and his team and make an initial check on level 14.? (reply Quinna) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0901) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2024 11:02:38 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Security - CSec?s Office- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0901) Since the Brikarian had heard of the impending visit of the Trill president he had been preparing several teams for a protection detail, depending on the time of his visit. He?d been going through the security logs when his comm badge chirped. =^=Dahr to Samuels, meet me in transporter room 1 with your welcoming/protection team.=^= He tapped his comm badge and said, ?Acknowledge Captain. On our way.? He closed the channel and tapped his badge again. ?Samuels to Green and Gort, we are on deck. Meet me outside transporter room 1, immediately.? =^=Acknowledge,=^= the Nausican growled. (reply Green) With that he grabbed his phaser from his desk drawer and headed out. (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0904) As Hank arrived outside of the transporter room his junior officers were right behind him. He nodded to them. ?Green, Gort,? he began, ?we are the first line and last line of protection for not only President Zon, but also for Captain Dahr. With the President of Trillus on the station Captain Dahr now has a target on his back. So stay alert. There is no known threat, but our newest crew member?s presence gives me a reason for concern. Any questions?? ?No,? Gort said in his usual curt way. (Green) ?Alright,? Samuels said, ?just follow my lead.? They entered the transporter room, ready for whatever was about to happen. (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0907) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2024 19:57:53 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - Transporter Room 1 - XO - Commander Quinna Solice - 0907) Quinna stood just inside the transporter room. She was next to Dahr as they awaited the arrival of the President. Quinna took one last pull on her dress uniform. She had a feeling that this was her way of life. She flashed back to the moment. ?Dahr to Solice. Commander, time to really start. Meet me in transporter room 1 to welcome President Zon, from Trillus.? ?I will be there with all the bells and whistles on.? She replied and now she stood there in full fleet uniform. And here she was. Her short-term memory was interrupted by the sound of a transporter. And then appeared the President and his party. Captain Dahr exchanged pleasantries. Quinna stood tall and waited for her introduction, however, she got, ?Commander, could you go with Hank and his team and make an initial check on level 14.? ?Yes, sir,? Quinna said. But felt deflated. She wondered about how valuable she was when it came to the station. She looked over at Samuels and nodded. Quinna took the initial steps out of the transporter room and to the turbo-lift. ?Deck 14, Quinna ordered the lift. Without taking her eyes off the doors, ?So was a typical diplomatic greeting?? (Reply Any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0i906) SO - Ensign Gort From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 09:08:02 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Between Level 2-14 - Turbo Lift - SO - Ensign Gort - 0907) As a Nausican, security was the obvious position for Gort, even though his stature was a little less than a typical Nausican. What he lacked in size he made up for in attitude and reputation. Most conflicts ended when he arrived as nobody really wanted to deal with him on that level. It happened when he first arrived and the unfortunate soul nursed broken bones and contusions for weeks afterwards. However, his reputation was set, and he was satisfied with the result. He had looked forward to this protection detail, as it promised, perhaps, some kind of action. But these Trill on the station were easily dissuaded from any obvious conflict situations, so he would see how it goes. The new security officer, what was her name, Gorn... no, that wasn't it... Green... turned to him as they stepped on the turbo lift. "Hello Ensign Gort. I am Raven. What are you thoughts on canvassing the Promenade ahead of President Zon?" she asked. The girl was short enough that even he could look down at her a little. His face was as passive as a Nausican can make and shrugged. "Hopefully somebody will try something stupid." With that he he grunted a chuckle at the anticipation of action, then settled down as he realized that is was quite unlikely. (reply Green, if you want) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0908/0910) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 08:48:06 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Between Level 2-14 - Turbo Lift - CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0908) Hank heard the captain order Commander Solice to lead them to the Promenade to secure the area. He thought that an odd order, as he thought the captain would have wanted to introduce her to the Trill president. However, if there was one thing he knew about Captan Dahr, he didn?t do anything by accident. There had to be a reason. He followed the XO onto the turbo lift as she ordered it to take them to level 14. She didn?t move after that but eventually asked, ?So was that a typical diplomatic gathering?? Hank smiled, ?To be honest, Commander, we haven?t had that many ?diplomatic gatherings? yet. It?s only been a few months since the station has become operational, and other than the Federation representative, and during the ceremony of the Trill reintegration into the Federation, we haven?t had to many opportunities. I will say that it was not what I expected either.? He paused for a moment then added, ?However, from what I?ve heard of President Zon, you may be better off with me than with them. Zon and Dahr are long time friends so that may enter the equation. Perhaps the captain wanted a word alone with the president.? (reply Solice) The door to the turbolift opened. (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0910) Hank waited to allow the XO to step off the turbo lift then followed her. They were not heading into a hostile environment. This was a typical day in the life of the Promenade, up to this point. They were there to assess the area of potential danger and keep the immediate area secure. However, Hank was prepared for the President?s visit. He tapped his comm badge. ?Samuels to alpha, beta and gamma teams, assume your positions.? Each team acknowledged the order. Hank knew that the initial point of visit will be pretty easy. Level 16 is the one that worried him the most. If there will be an ?incident? or ?protest? it will be there. Starbase Freedom was not all filled with fans of the president, with good reason. He took an initial look across the Promenade and noted that it was, indeed, a typical day. It was early yet and there were few people there, shopping and eating. He smiled thinking that Zon will probably be initially disappointed. We shall see if he really wants to ?meet the people? living on Starbase Freedom. (reply Soice, Green, Gort) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1-0910) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 13:13:54 -0800 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23. (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0910) Samuels looked at the corner Solice was pointing to. He wasn?t sure what she was seeing but her recent experience on Freedom may have given her an insight that he didn?t suspect. He nodded, ?Sounds good. Let me know if you need us..? ?Lt. Green with me,? she ordered and moved towards that corner. Samuels looked at Gort and smiled, ?Okay big guy, we?ll start on the opposite side and move round towards them.? The Nausican grunted his acknowledgment and moved along with his chief. As they walked through the Promenade it was like any other day. Hank was known to ? walk a beat. He knew almost all of the shop proprietors personally. Him greeting them daily was not out of the norm. Having Gort with him gave it a different feel. As they walked by the clothing store a woman with a small child stopped and smoked at the El Aurian. Then when her gaze fell upon Gort she put her hand down to her child and scooted her behind, protectively. Their trajectory changed as they took a wide berth of the pair. She nodded to Hank and then hurried on her way. Gort?s eyes followed them and then turned to look at Samuels. He shrugged and then went on his way along the path they?d been going. (reply none, any) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0911) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2024 11:05:49 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels - 0911) Quinna thought about Samuels statement and let it go. As they stepped off the turbolift, Samuels swung into action. ?Samuels to alpha, beta and gamma teams, assume your positions.? ?I see you have a game book already. Remind me to find a copy to acquaint myself with your proceedings.? Quinna said as they walked about. Quinna noted the calmness of the deck but noted an area or two that could be a problem. She was sure Samuel had them covered, but Quinna wanted to see for herself. ?I want to check out that corner.? Quinna said to Samuels as she pointed to the location in question. (Reply Samuels) ?Lt. Green, with me,? Quinna ordered as she stepped toward the dark corner. (Reply Green) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (1 - 0913) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2024 18:09:29 -0600 Mission: Guess Who?s Coming to Dinner Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.09.23 (Starbase Freedom - Level 14 - Promenade Level 1 XO Commander Quinna Solice - 0913) Quinna moved towards the dark corner. "What are we looking for Ma'am" ?Just wanting to check it out. It looks like a potential blind spot. Just making sure it is all clear. Can?t be too careful.? (Reply Green) ?And I asked you to come with me because there is safety in numbers.? (Reply Green) The two approached the dark corner and Quinna took a look around. Things were indeed clear. ?Well, things looks good here, Lt. Wouldn?t you agree,? Quinna asked retorically, ?Let's get back to Samuels and carry on.? (Reply Green) ?It is all clear,? Quinna reported while approaching Samuels. ?Thanks for indulging me. Just thought it was a blind spot.? (Reply Green, Samuels, Gort, any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1305) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2024 20:39:34 -0500 Mission: Transitions Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?XO?s Quarters- XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 1305) Quinna spent the better part of her day in her new quarters. It was furnished but needed a little something here or there to make it home. A blanket draped over the couch. A few Extra pillows for comfort, a small amount of fluffy here and there that would probably make Michael think it was too much. She had more room than she had in her quarters, and she wondered what she would do with all the extra space. Quinna took the extra room and decided to store all her belongings from the Illumnar?s sickbay. Opening up a couple of boxes she noted a lock box she obtained from Dieter?s possessions. It contained the items from their orb search. Her mother?s locket was in the box and she took hold of it. Quinna then sat on the floor going through boxes. Apparently, much of her stuff ended up in the spare room. Family photos, trinkets, holiday decor. There was a box of her Brother?s holiday holo novels. She then looked around thinking how hard would it be to convert the spare room into a holosuite. She laughed out loud thinking how she could make those on the Illuminar jealous with her own holosuite. Quinna stood as she was tired of looking in boxes. She decided that she could not do much without ways to organize her stuff. Shelves would work. ?I am so liking the idea of a personal holosuite,? Quinna again said talking to herself. Going to her replicator, she ordered a coffee and sat on the couch, It was not that comfortable but it was functional. She pulled off her shoes and covered up in her blanket. ?Computer, Display the Federation News Channel,? Quinna said as she decided to catch up on what was going on in the universe. (Reply No Required but anyone can interrupt if they like) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1810) Chief of Pediatric Surgery Roxanne Dahr and Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2024 16:37:14 -0600 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.21 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Chief of Pediatric Surgery Roxanne Dahr and Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1810) ?Guilty pleasure?? She had to think. ?I can?t think of anything that gives me pleasure that I would feel guilty about. But.. I think, if I understand your meaning, something I enjoy that I would rather others did not know about??? She looked from one side to the other then finally whispered, ?Holonovels. I really like to participate in interactive holonovels.? Roxanne smiled. ?Any particular genre that you enjoy? Rom-Com, Holiday, Horror, ?? Roxanne asked genuinely curious about the ensign. Wednesday blinked. This was definitely not the conversation she envisioned while getting ready for the gathering. She turned her head to the side and looked around the room, then smiled. ?Now I understand the term ?guilty? pleasure,? she admitted. ?Although I do enjoy a good adventure, I have been known to participate in? a romance novel. Serious romance,? she added quickly, ?not that rom-com garbage. There?s nothing funny about serious emotions.? ?I like a person with strong opinions. It shows your decisiveness.? Roxanne commented. ?How about you, ma?am?? she asked. ?Have you ever experienced a romance novel on the holodeck?? ?You know, I cannot remember the last time I indulged in a holonovel. And please call me Roxanne. I am not in any chain of command. I want you to be relaxed in my home.? Wednesday chuckled, ?I?m relaxed as I possibly can be in the home of my new CO?Roxanne. And I guess holonovels are easier than real life. I can see why you don?t need a romance novel. But perhaps we could go through an adventure story at some time.? Roxanne thought about Wednesday?s comment. She tried to remember the last time she had any sort of romance. Perhaps she needed to put more effort into romancing her husband, he might try as well. ?You know, I think I would like that.? Roxanne then reached into the basket on the table, ?You know this basket has a lot of small things that I give to new staff. There is something in here you may like.? It took Roxanne time to dig through the basket until she found a chip. She handed it to Wednesday. ?Here.? Wednesday took the chip and cocked her head to examine the chip. Her hand instinctively moved for her tricorde before she remembered that she was dressed for a different occasion. She looked up at the older woman. ?It is a chip that allows three trips to the holo suites located in the Entertainment section of the Promenade.? ?Oooo..,? Wednesday cooed, belaying her true age, ?thank you. You have to join me for the first one.? ?We shall see. I am leaving the station for a few days. I have been asked to be a keynote speaker for a medical conference. Maybe when I get back.? Another thing she had not had a chance to tell her husband. Wednesday nodded. She?d gotten used to people avoiding being with her, the possible chance of a companion for a future adventure was promising. ?I?m going to hold you to that.? She couldn?t believe her own forwardness. ?May I ask what your topic for your speech is?? Wednesday tried to move on quickly. ?Well, that is a good question. Just got the call for it today, the previous keynote speaker had to cancel. I have been working on it in my brain. Since I specialize in pediatric surgery, I was thinking about my latest focus on the reconstructive surgery of the children on Trill post-disaster. I returned from there a couple of months ago.? ?Wow,? Wednesday said, ?that?s quite a topic.? She paused for a moment t and looked at Roxanne intensely. ?You know Roxanne, I think my mom would?ve liked you. She was a healer on my world, and was great with children. I was always surprised that I didn?t have any siblings.? ?I might need a joke or two to boot since that is an intense topic.? Roxanne continued. ?So not your gal to help with that,? Wednesday laughed. ?I?ve been accused of many things, but a sense of humor has not been one of them.? ?Perhaps we should join the others,? Roxanne said, noting the new arrivals at the party. ?I see that others have arrived. Time to be the hostess to the others as well.? Wednesday nodded, ?Good idea.? She followed her back to the growing group. (reply none) (posted by Kris B and Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1814) CO - Captain Casian Dahr From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2024 13:21:55 -0800 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - CO - Captain Casian Dahr - 1814) ?You have very nice quarters, sir,? Raven said. ?Thanks, Raven,? Dahr replied. ?It?s really all my wife?s doing.? He stepped back and looked admiringly at the changeling's chosen form and attire. ?I must say that you look quite lovely.? (reply Green) ?Come on in,? he ushered her into the living area and began to introduce the others. ?You know Hank, of course. This is Commander Soren, my chief engineer, Commander Solice, my XO, and Deputy Director of SFI, Michael Weston. This is Raven Green. Our newest member of Hank?s team.? Soren was the first to step forward. ?Enchanted,? he said taking her hand and kissing the back of it.? ?Alright you lecherous Vulcan smoothie,? Dahr said nudging the engineer away from the girl, ?enough of that.? Michael stepped forward and shook her hand. ?A pleasure, Ms. Green.? When he touched her hand he noticed that its texture was a little off. She didn?t? feel like the typical human she appeared to be.? (reply Green, Solice) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1816) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2024 16:46:04 -0600 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1816) Quinna looked around the Captain?s quarters. The cooking smelt delicious. She still clutched a bottle of wine she had brought for the occasion. A Chateaux Picard Merlot. She made notes that Dr. Dahr was talking to a now Ensign Adams. She remembered how they played Illuminar Bingo and apparently Quinna was a check on the list. She wondered what they were going to do now that she was not on board. She was sure Stev would love to be replaced on that square of the bingo card. Though Quinna did not interact she did turn to see a newcomer enter the quarters and talking with the Captain. Quinna moved and put the wine on the counter and went back to mingle. ?Come on in,? he ushered her into the living area and began to introduce the others. ?You know Hank, of course. This is Commander Soren, my chief engineer, Commander Solice, my XO, and Deputy Director of SFI, Michael Weston. This is Raven Green. Our newest member of Hank?s team.? Quinna moved to greet the woman but was a microsecond late in her step. She needed to work on that. She was afraid that in a social situation, if others pushed in front of her then they may do that on duty as well. She needed to learn to get in there without being pushy. Soren was the first to step forward. ?Enchanted,? he said taking her hand and kissing the back of it.? ?Alright you lecherous Vulcan smoothie,? Dahr said nudging the engineer away from the girl, ?enough of that.? Michael stepped forward and shook her hand. ?A pleasure, Ms. Green.? ?Ms. Green, it is a pleasure to meet you.? Quinna could sense the non-human part of Green, since Quinna was a doctor. ?Ms. Green, where are you from?? Curious she asked. (Reply Green) ?I would love to get to know more about you,? Quinna said hoping she would open up more. (reply Green, any) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1818) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2024 17:13:50 -0600 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 18.18) Quinna was curious about the new security officer. It was evident she was not human to her but had a human name. Quinna was curious about the officer?s background and asked. She was sure she could look it up later when she reviewed the crew bios. Quinna was slightly off guard when Raven suggested, "Please come with me. I have something to show you." ?Go?? Quinna asked curiously, ?Go where?? (Reply Green) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1820) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2024 12:01:52 -0600 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters XO Commander Quinna Solice -- 1820) Quinna?s internal alarms went off. She debated internally what she should do but remembering she is a doctor and primarily the 1st officer of the station, and given the person right in front of her is a Starfleet officer, Quinna decided that she would proceed. She did think it might be kinda rude to leave a party and return. She was raised better than that. ?Ok, Lt. but would it be considered rude to leave the party and return?? Quinna suggested. (Reply Green) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1822) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2024 17:15:35 -0600 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters-- XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1822) "This is what I am." Raven then showed Quinna. Quinna watched as Raven?s hand changed. She looked curiously. She spoke in a whisper, as she did not want to announce the Lieutenant to the rest of the party. ?You're a changeling. That is amazing. Can I ask you? Did you come from the great link, or are you one of the 100 that was sent out into the galaxy several decades ago?? Quinna was curious. She had never met a changeling but knew of them through medical school. (Reply Green) Quinna entered the living room with Raven and rejoined the party. She moved about the room to mingle. (Reply Any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1830) Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2024 15:28:46 -0800 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.19 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - SFI - Deputy Director Michael Weston and XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1830) Michhael watched as this Raven Green pulled Quinna aside after being asked such a basic question as ?where are you from?? Was there an issue with that which would require the personal attention of the XO of the station. He gave Quinna her privacy and moved over to watch as Dahr fired up his grill and began to, what he called, cook. He kept track of Quinna with his peripheral vision and when she had separated from Green went over to her. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. While he was close to her ear he asked, ?Everything ok?? ?I am great.? Quinna said, ?How are you doing?? Quinna asked. Quinna knew this was not something he was completely used to. ?You know, maybe there is some wine. You think the Kissing Doctor could be the station's talk tomorrow.? Michael leaned back and gave her a wicked smile, ?We could give them something to talk about.? Then he said, refocusing the conversation, ?What was that about, with Little Red?@ ?Ms. Green is interesting. I think she is going to be a great addition to the station.? Quinna said. Now he looked intrigued, ?Really? What makes you say that?? ?Gut feeling and girl talk, babe?.? though Quinna was not much on girl talk. All she knew about girl talk was when she sat and drank wine with Sienna and T?Mur back on the Illumunar. ?So have I missed anything juicy when I was away?? Michael?s eyes narrowed. She was keeping something from him. But if she thought he needed to know she?d say something so he chose to let it go for now. ?Nah,? he replied, ?just the captain thinking that he can cook. Although it really is hard to mess up a barbecue.? He knew he was being a bit irreverent and a little snobby, but he was proud of his own cooking abilities. Perhaps they should host an evening. ?Come on. Lets go mingle more.? Quinna tugged on Michael?s arm. (reply none) (posted by Kris B and Al M) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1845) CO- Captain Casian Dahr From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2024 11:33:08 -0800 Mission: Transitions Day: 5 Stardate: 2446.09.20 (Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters - CO- Captain Casian Dahr - 1845) Casian watched as the crew mingled and conversed. He paid particular attention to Raven Green. She was going to be a problem, as far as her origins. He was going to have to clarify that before the night was out. Meanwhile the majority of his attention was being set to his meager barbecuing skills. He had kept the menu simple by making patties of ground meat and grilling them to make a human delicacy known as ?hamburgers?. He didn?t really get the reference since they were not composed of ham, or any other kind of pork meat. However, upon further research he found that it was because the type of food had originated in an Earth city called Hamburg, Germany. A Hamburg steak was a seasoned ground beef patty that was a staple food in that city and country. Then the bread was added and the Hamburg sandwich became the hamburger. He had also found a thing called a vegetarian burger. A patty comprised of various vegetables, such as carrots, spinach, garlic and mushrooms, as well as black beans as a base and breadcrumbs to hold it together. He figured that Zerin might have an appreciation of his efforts, as well as any of the new crew, since he wasn?t aware of the dietary habits. When everything was done he put the burgers on buns, then on a serving platter and carried the platter to the table. ?Ladies and gentlemen,? he announced, ?dinner is served.? The group all took seats around the table. Then he continued. ?It is my understanding that this is a ?help yourself? event. So don?t be afraid to reach across the table. The meat burgers are here,? he indicated to the right side, ?and a vegetarian option is here,? he indicated to the left. ?Please?help yourselves.? Hank didn?t need to be asked twice. In his lifetime he?d been to many such occasions. He even participated in barbecue meals on Earth before they had their third world war. He found it interesting how food was such a uniting weapon in so many cultures. Humans had the tendency to equate culture with food, but for good reason. The El Aurian reached across and grabbed a burger. He helped himself to the potato salad and even a helping of Zerin?s green salad. He put some lettuce and tomatoes on his sandwich and topped it with something called ketchup. Then he put the top on. Looking around the table he saw young Miss Adams watching him intently. Wiccans were an off shoot human race, but he was sure that she?d never seen a hamburger in her life. Smiling at her, he picked his up with his hands and took a bite. Wednesday watched the security chief with great interest. Wiccans, generally, were vegetarians. She appreciated the fact that Captain Dahr had made a vegetarian style option. Following the example of Samuels, she reached over and took the vegetarian burger. She followed what he had done, including the side items. Before she bulked up the courage to try the burger she dipped her fork in the potato salad and put a morsel of cream covered potatoes in her mouth. She smiled her appreciation of the flavors and the textures of the food. With that encouragement she took a bite from her burger. Her eyes opened wide and she proclaim, ?This is wonderful.? Zerin had even more trepidation about the vegetarian burger. He watched Wednesday carefully. He had already filled his plate with his salad. He did not morally object to enjoying meat, but his Vulcan physiology did not always promote its consumption. Encouraged by the Wiccan?s reaction to the vegetarian burger he decided to give it a try. He put the burger on his plate without the bun and passed on the ketchup. His past experience with the condiment had steered him away from it. Using a knife and fork he cut into the meatless meat and took a small bite. A smile spread across his usual passive face. ?Why Casian,? he said, ?I believe you?ve finally made something that won?t kill me.? Dahr chuckled, ?Not without trying. Glad you like it.? He put his hand on the table, next to his wife and she put hers in his. (reply anyone else) The gathering ate for a while still having ?small talk? conversations. Most of it was about personal things going on in the station. ?So Hank,? Zerin said, ?how?s Anna doing?? The ongoing joke between them was that Loxana Bagel and he would be in some hot and torrid affair if the security chief weren?t already married. Hank shook his head but replied, ?She?s doing great. Wants to know why her favorite Vulcan won?t eat her wares.? ?And move in on your territory,? Zerin shot back, ?not in your life.? Hank was about to reply when Dahr cut in. ?Alright, that?s good, gentlemen. We have some business to conduct.? They both settled down as he continued. ?First of all, thanks for all of you coming. I hope you all have had a chance to meet our new executive office, Commander Solice.? (reply Solice) ?We also have an addition to our engineering department, Ensign Wednesday Adams.? Wednesday?s cheeks reddened slight as she uncomfortably waved, ?Hi.? ?She came with high praises from the Illuminar,? he said. ?And Lt Bohb, unprompted, sent a raving recommendation, so I?m sure Zerin will be excited to have you on his team.? ?Indeed,? the Vulcan nodded and raised his glass of fruit juice in toast. ?Bohb?s reputation is long standing.? ?Lastly,? Dahr said, looking at Raven, ?is Hanks newest member of his security team, Lt. Raven Green.? (reply Raven) ?I suppose, at this time, it would be prudent to mention Miss Green's background. You?ll all find out sooner or later, but the Lieutenant is a Changeling. I mention this now in case anyone holds any standing animosity towards her people. If so, the time to speak up is now.? He paused and looked around the table. Seeing no indication of a problem he went on. ?My expectation is that we hold her to the same standard as any other officer, and give her the same respect. She is not an object to be challenged at a party, or a child to be dared into some kind of unbecoming conduct. If we?re clear on that we can continue.? (reply any) The CO went on. ?The next few days are going to be interesting, and perhaps a little difficult. First of all we will be receiving a new ambassador from the Federation. She should be arriving in two days. All senior staff will make themselves available to welcome her.? He looked directly at Zerin. ?Everyone.? The Vulcan groaned a little. ?Alright, alright.? ?To help welcome her the president of Trillus will be on the station,? he said. ?Hank, we?ll need a security detail who will work with his own.? ?Got it,? Hank replied. ?Timing couldn?t be any better,? Dahr said. ?I don?t have an exact time, but soon after that we will have the Tholian entourage arriving at the station. I?m not exactly sure what Ambassidor Ren had promised them, but the Federation will take any opportunity to improve our relations with the Tholians. Any questions?? (reply any) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1839) ED Director Dr. Lynn McCullough From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2024 09:40:08 -0700 Mission: Transitions Day: 6 Stardate: 2446.09.22 (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- Emergency Department- Trauma 1 - Dr. Lynn McCullough - 1839) When Lynn appeared in the trauma center the team swarmed the patient and moved him to the table. Within moments the holo-displays of the medical scans were beginning to appear. ?The patient is a male, multi-species, that presented with severe internal trauma, hemorrhaging, what functions as his kidneys failing, heart damage and a punctured lung.? Grant Hansen, her trauma surgeon looked at the display and circled several areas. ?Not to mention these broken bones.? Looking at the display he shook his head, ?Sweet mother of ?, how many species?? ?My count was five,? Lynn said, ?but the EMH on his ship assured me that it was nine.? ?Yeah,? Hansen nodded looking at the holographic display, pointing to the genetic coding being shown with his stylus, ?and this is no intentional genetic manipulation. This looks like generations of interspecial integration.? Lynn smiled. The Deltan certainly had a way to make the word breeding sound less personal. She picked up her own stylus and went to the image display if the patient?s internal structures and whistled. ?Whatever happened to this guy,? she said with a sense of horrified awe, ?it caused a lot of damage. lol at this.? She drew a circle around the left forearm saying, ?he has a compound radial/ulnar shaft fracture. But look, the bone fragments are already showing signs of knotting.? ?So why do you sound worried?? Hansen asked. ?It looks like one of his primary species is Takaran. They?re known to have an incredible healing rate.? ?Look closer,? McCullough ordered. ?The radial artery is between two of the bone sections. If the bone heals around that? well? it won?t be good. That?s your first job.? ?Yes ma?am,? the Deltan replied. ?As for me,? Lynn continued, ?I need to crack his chest and get that rib out of his lung before that gets healed in there. Then he has a lacerated aorta, but if you look at how it?s healing, if we leave it he?ll wind up with an aortic aneurysm that could be life threatening.? Grant looked at the blood word and shook his head, ?That EMH pumped him full of enough painkiller to stop a full grown Targ in heat.? ?He seems to be tolerating it,? Lynn said as she attached a set of neural calipers to his neck. ?But this?ll keep him in his coma until we?re done.? The two surgeons went to work. Their team handed them instruments as fast as they asked for them. It was great to have a well trained team. It certainly wasn?t that way when she arrived a few short months ago. But now the techs could anticipate her needs and act quickly. They worked on the patient for nearly two hours, repairing systems as quickly as they could before his natural healing factor took them down roads they didn?t want to go. Lynn?s last job was to repair what passed as the patient's renal system. There was definitely a fast learning curve for both of the doctors as they worked on a body they barely recognized. But finally the last incision was sealed. She watched, in amazement, as the scar tissue seemed to fade away in minutes. Stepping back for a moment she looked at Grant and nodded. He reached behind the patient's neck and removed the neural calipers. McCullough picked up the hypospray to counter the medications that put the patient into a coma and waited. She tapped her comm badge, ?Captain Dahr, we?ve done all we can. We are countering the induced coma now. Just thought you?d like to know.? 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Michael sat in the chair across from Casian and resisted the urge to put his feet on the desk. Quinna nodded as she took the seat off to the side of Michael. ?Captain?? Quinna asked without asking anything. Casian looked at the pair and nodded, ?Well, this visitor has left us a bit of a pickle.? He stood up and came round the desk, PADD in hand. Tapping the PADD on his hand he went on. ?His name is T?xen Toks,? Dahr said and looked at Michael. ?Are you familiar with the name?? Michael shrugged and shook his head, ?Should I?? ?Well he is SFI,? Dahr said sitting on the edge of the desk. ?Apparently he?s attached to the Temporal Affairs department.? Michael sat forward and breathed out. ?WOW. No. I?ve been out of the flow of information for most of the year so?. , but even when I was in TA was not my forte.? Quinna thought momentarily, ?What would someone from temporal affairs be doing here in the first place? I would like to check out his shuttle and ascertain the damage, that is after I check in with his current medical state. Perhaps get some insight on the wounds.? Quinna wanted to know if the wounds matched those of the other SFI she treated. Dahr shook his head, ?Not just yet. I have no idea what the AI on that ship is capable of, and according to Mr. Toks? directions, his ship is considered top secret, under the temporal prime directive. Believe me, I had the same thought. We?ve even been trying to do low-level scans of the ship, but it has some kind of dampening device to block our scans.? Michael gave a wicked smile, ?I?d be willing to challenge his temporal prime directive as deputy director so that at least I can get on the ship.? Quinna looked at Michael, ?Do you think that may even work? After all, your status just changed.? Dahr sighed, ?It might be our best bet, right now. I?ll put in a call to Mars.? ?Let me handle that,? Michael said. ?I have a relationship with the Director. She?ll more likely bend a rule for me than you. Besides, maybe I can get more information on this Temporal Affair operative. I won?t lie, I?m not a fan of time travel.? ?Nor I,? Dahr agreed, ? but since the inception of time travel I see their purpose, as long as they are trustworthy.? Quinna nodded but just let the two carry on. Not to mention she did not have another suggestion. ?Then get to it, Mr. Weston,? Dahr?s ordered. ?Commander, I need you to stay behind.? Michael looked from Dahr to Quinna. ?I?ll catch up with you later. Looks like dinner?s going to be late tonight.? ?Of course,? Quinna said. Once Weston had left Dahr focused on his XO. ?I don?t like this. Not one bit. I?m not a huge fan of spies, to begin with. Sorry. But time-traveling spies. And the timing couldn?t be worse.? ?Is there any better time for time-traveling spies?? Quinna scoffed, ?What else is going on?? Quinna asked. ?Well, we have the new ambassador from Earth arriving tomorrow,? Dahr?s said, ?and the whole thing with the Tholians envoy that?s en route. Apparently it was decided to keep that meeting.? He paused then added, ?Let?s just say that I?ve got a bad feeling about this.? ?You are the expert. I am all new to this.? Quinna started. ?I admit I am surprised that the Tholians are still coming.? Dahr chuckled, ?To be honest Quinna, there are times I have a problem with being ?the expert?. I was coerced back into service because of my experiences during the war. The people needed someone to get behind. I?ve spent the last years of my life on a farm.? ?That is the burden of doing what you do to the best of your ability; when you do a great job, you can never truly leave,? Quinna said, ?But I digress, what can I take off your hands for you, today?? Casian chuckled, ?You can take the captain out of the chair? Anyway, today nothing. This day is nearly over. Tomorrow, however, I?d like you to keep an eye on Mr. Toks while I welcome the ambassador.? ?I can do that,? Quinna assured him. So Quinna was going to be making a trip to the infirmary. She wondered how well that was going to go over. She did have a hard time taking the doctor out of herself this morning. Dahr nodded and stood up, ?In that case, you have the rest of the evening off, and I believe that Mr. Weston might be a little hungry. Go? have dinner. I?ll see you in the morning. Dismissed.? (reply none) (posted by Al and Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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They were sweeping through the shuttle and he?d already taken that damned direct hit when he was rushing to the ship. Thank the great bird they hadn?t seen past his camouflage emitters and recognized the ships as not one of theirs. He rushed to support the EMH make a repair for warp but that?s when the ship got its biggest blast of radiation. He barely crawled back to the cockpit of the speed freighter and was in and out before reaching the starbase. Wait, did he? Did he make it? He struggled to openhis eyes to an overly bright light and movement around him. People, what kind he didn?t know. But he wasn?t alone and he certainly was not on Mirai. Lynn watched over the patient as his eyes began to move wildly behind the closed lids. Suddenly he blinked. Then his eyes shot open and he began to move. She stepped forward and put a restraining hand on his shoulder. ?Easy there,? her soft voice said in its lilting brogue. ?You?re safe. My name is Dr. Lynn McCullogh. What?s yours?? His eyes darted left and right.?T?xen Toks, SFI. I need to see the captain of the station immediately.? She nodded then asked, ?Do you know where you are?? ?A medical deck. Starfleet. Not necessarily safe but much more safe than before,? he said. ?Your on Starbase Freedom,? she said, ?and Captain Dahr is on his way.? She paused for a moment the. Said, ?Can you tell me what happened to you. You?ve had some pretty extensive damage.? Toks shrugged, then grimaced noticeably. Not perfect yet. But he flashed a wide smile and said ?In truth I?m surprised I?m alive and can finish the mission. You must be pretty good.? . He could tell by her expression she wasn?t at all distracted. ?Tholian?s have a new radiation weapon,? he relented. She nodded, ?That would explain the massive cellular disruption. Well, fortunately for you Dr. Hansen and I had had some experience putting jigsaws back together. Not that we had to do too much. Your body seemed to counter the radiation pretty well.? She nodded to the Deltan who smiled and laid a hand on T?xen?s shoulder. He had noticed the grimace and closed his eyes, focusing on relieving the pain. Toks sighed. ?Ahhh, much better. Thank you. Not a trick I picked up with my genetic heritage. But I do have genetic memory.? The door to the trauma room opened and Dahr walked in. He nodded to McCullogh. ?Doctor, how?s your patient?? he inquired. ?Well,? she smiled, ?I think he?ll survive though I?m not exactly sure how much I had to do with that and how much he just healed himself. ? He turned his attention to the Chimeric being on the table, ?Mr. Tox, I?m Captain Dahr. I must say that you know how to make an entrance.? ?Toks,? Captain. ??T?xen Toks. And I assure you I would have preferred the arrival be forgetful. But I?m grateful for the help, from the doctors and your team. Is my ship repairing itself? Behaving itself?? ?As per the directions in your encoded file I have ordered my team to stay away from her,? Dahr assured him, ?so, to be honest, I?m not certain of her condition. I can have my chief engineer do a full diagnostic if you?d like to know details. I can tell you she?s still there and in one piece.? The Agent nodded. ?Thank you. If she?s in one piece she?ll let me know if she needs any help. And as part of your final information I?ll need your doctor to allow us the use of a medical tricorder and the information will be initially your eyes only, and any you feel authorized to keep the secret information. I am assigned to assist you and carry out my orders of preventing the issue at hand.? Dahr raised a questioning eyebrow. ?As far as the tricorder, that?s up to Dr. McCullough. As far as who I?d share the information with, that would depend on what?s involved. My XO comes to mind. Perhaps my chief of security. Beyond that, I understand need to know.? McCullough looked at Toks with a deep scanning glare. ?I?m uncomfortable with what yer planning to do wi? my equipment, laddie. But I?ll give you a shot.? She handed the tricorder over to Toks. Toks took the medical tricorder with a grateful nod and entered a series of codes then scanned his throat. The tricorder ran through a series of internal processes then a voice said, [Awaiting authorization code, voice, and retinal scan from command level personnel.] Toks handed the tricorder to the captain. ?Here you go sir. Once you have this. You will be mostly as informed as I am.? Dahr looked over At McCullough and she shrugged. ?In for a penny,? she said. He sighed then looked at Toks. ?Doctor, I?ll need you to excuse us for a minute.? Lynn looked at the pair coyly and said, ?Well, I never.? Then she winked and stepped out of the trauma room. Dahr looked at the tricorder , then held it up to his face. The device scanned his retina and began to whirr. After a minute the data began to scroll across the screen. Dahr read it as fast as it appeared. T?xen watched the captain?s face for signs of his reaction, but remained silent. He had his own concerns and areas he wasn?t able to speak on which was certain to create strife. When the data scroll stopped he looked up at the blue hued being on the bed. ?It?s pretty damn vague, Mr Toks.? Toks nodded and took a deep breath and tentatively sat up on the bed. ?I?I understand your frustration,? Toks breathed out at the slight, but not overwhelming, pain. ?I tried to gather something more tangible for you. What I can tell you is this. The information came from a source very reliable and has had complete accuracy so far.? Dahr made a disapproving look at the tricorder. ?I bet. But this thing here, somebody is going to die. It?s too vague to accept. I get the whole temporal prime directive. I even agree with it. But really?? ?I discovered the ship fleets being equipped with a new weapon. Even with all my ships modified little tricks. I almost died getting away.? Toks replied. ?And there?s something new. There?s someone they are working with. Try as SFI might, we haven?t found out whom.? Dahr nodded, ?We have that part satisfied. The Tholians wee in contact with the Federation Ambassador Ren. He was responsible for a series of? atrocities that led to the Tholians being in a position to annex territories to enhance the Assembly. It?s what?s bringing the Tholians here. To meet with Ren.? T?Xen paused and breathed in slowly. Let the information process. ?Logic, as my mother would have pointed out, were she involved, suggests Ren is a likely target. But the obvious isn?t necessarily the Tholian way, rogue element or not.? He looked to the captain. Dahr downloaded the file to his personal PADD and then wiped the medical tricorder clean. He looked down at the man on the table and asked, ?So what, exactly, is your assignment, Mr Toks?? ?You certainly know the station and the incidents here much better than I do. I am here to support and assist. But I am authorized to take this investigation in any direction I deem appropriate.? The CO?s eyes narrowed. ?That? is not how I operate. You will keep me informed of your intentions at all times. Is that clear? Or time traveler or not, I will have you shipped off this station without your ship, and somebody from the TA can collect it. You can clear your actions through me before you take them.? Tok?s shrugged again. ?It wasn?t a threat. You know the rules. I am required to say that. But again I know your reputation and see no need to activate my authority. I also have no intention of going off without your knowledge on your station.? Toks looked the captain in the eye. He understood the captains prerogative and the captains need to be in command. But he also knew his assignment, and his own authority when it became necessary. Luckily there very rarely came a time that the COS couldn?t be the ones to make the needed call. It was a win win SFI preferred. ?I also understand you have experience with agents who go off on their own. I prefer to develop trust in case there is other missions.? Dahr put his hands behind his back. He maintained his gaze but softened his eyes a little. The trouble with most spies is that they, typically, are used to being the lone wolves. They operate under the mindset of ?it?s easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.? It?s a mindset that serves them well in the field. However, Toks was not in the field. He was on his station. But considering the man?s current health this was probably not the best to e to split hairs over authority or semantics. It seemed clear that Toks? intention was to be on Freedom for a while. Or at least in this time frame. Finally he said, ?We can have a conversation on the clarification of roles when you?re feeling more up to it and we both have time to think about what we?re saying. I had to have a similar conversation with your Deputy Director when he came on board. He?ll probably want to talk with you as well, since he?ll your direct supervisor in the sector.? He stepped forward and put a fatherly hand on Toks' shoulder and said, ?Meanwhile, you need to follow doctors orders and get better. We?ll talk again soon.? With that he turned and left. McCullough and Hansen moved back in to take readings on their patient. Lynn looked at the holo-display and then over at Grant. ?Are you seeing this?? she asked. ?I don?t believe it,? Hansen replied, ?but yes, I?m seeing it too.? She looked over at Toks and picked up her medical tricorder. ?Confirmed. Well T?xen, you?re one for the books. Every broken bone is almost completely healed. Your organs have nearly regenerate. At this rate, give it a couple of days, and your body won?t have signs of their injuries.? Toks grinned at that. ?Thank you Doc. Does that mean I get to check out?? Her stern look told him immediately otherwise. ?Let?s see how you are tomorrow. You?re stuck here for now.? ?Acknowledged Doctor. You remind me of my EMH. Same bedside manner, but always correct. It was worth a shot. He leaned back stifling a yawn but smiled letting her know he was joking. ?Thank you for everything. Really.? Despite his preference to sleep in his own bunk, his body had just done a lot of work and was exhausted. And it was ordered by the station captain, and he wasn?t interested in actually being on THAT officers bad side anymore than he could help. (reply none) (posted by Al and tinmanjayc) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6 - 2055) XO Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2024 18:32:05 -0600 We Mission: Transitions Day: 6 Stardate: 2446.09.22 (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- XO Commander Quinna Solice and Nurse Ensign Lucy Van Pelt - 2055) Quinna was relieved and sent back to her quarters but felt a little sidelined. The Captain wanted her to rest and have dinner ready for Michael. But Quinna could not just sit back and kick her feet up. On instinct, she got up and headed out. Her destination was the station infirmary. So she is now standing in the infirmary at the door of the infirmary. She looked around and headed for someone she could meet. ?Ma?am, may I help you?? a nurse approached Quinna. Quinna just stood there. ?Ma?am, are you feeling sick? ?Oh, sorry, ?Quinna said, ?I am here to check out the facilities. I am new here and I was curious since my last posting was the Chief Medical Officer on the illuminar.? ?And what are you doing now?? The nurse asked. ?I am the first officer of the station. I am Commander Solice. A pleasure to meet you.? Quinna held out her hand in greeting. The nurse shook Quinna?s hand and then stepped aside, ?Let me see if I can get someone to help you.? ?Umm Nurse,? Quinna said not knowing her name.? ?Sorry, I am Ensign Lucy Van Pelt,? Lucy answered. ?Ok, Lucy, I think I just want to observe and stay out of the way.? Quinna said. ?Yes, Ma?am,? Lucy answered and went about her business. Quinna moved so she was out of the way. (Reply Any) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (7-0900) SFI D.D. Office - SFI Op T'xen Toks- From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2024 15:23:59 -0800 Mission: Transitions Day: 7 Stardate: 2446.09.21 (Starbase Freedom - Level 6 - Authorized Diplomatic Level - SFI D.D. Office - SFI Op T'xen Toks- Deputy Director Michael Weston - 0900) Michael looked intently at the image on the screen. Director Haines was not, typically, the type of person to pull pranks but he couldn?t believe what she had just told him. ?So what you?re telling me is that, although I am supposedly in charge of SFI operations in this sector, I cannot know why this T?xen Toks is here.? Haines look showed her frustration almost equaled his. =^=What I?m telling you is that we don?t really know what he?s doing here. His orders have not yet crossed my desk. When your dealing with TA that happens more than I like.=^= ?So how am I supposed to wrangle this guy, if I don?t really know what he?s up to?? Michael asked. =^=I know what I?m about to say goes directly against your nature, but at this point we have to trust the Temporal Affairs know what they?re doing.=^= Michael couldn?t hold back the snort or disdain. ?Well you got that right Avril. It does go against my nature. And assuring me of our hopes that anyone knows what the hell is going on when time travel is involved is? well? ludicrous.? He sighed and sat back, ?At least Captain Dahr and I are on the same page. He?s already shot a warning across Toks? bow on taking things into his own hands. Perhaps I can deliver a similar message and get a little more out of him.? =^=Be careful Michael. These people work under different parameters in protecting timelines. In some ways, he reminds me of you.=^= Michael made a face and replied, ?Why does that not comfort me. I?ll keep you appraised, Director.? =^=You do that. Haines out.=^= The screen went blank and Weston stared at it for a moment, contemplating his next move. With a shrug he decided to go with his gut and stood up. Time to visit the med center. (Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza - Medical Suite - SFI - Deputy Director Michael Weston and Agent T?xen Toks - 0915) Weston had a brief conversation with Dr. McCullough and she let him know that Toks had been moved to a medical suite as his life was no longer in danger. In fact, his body was about 75% healed. She was quite amazed and awe?s at the prospect of the Chimeran?s self healing properties. But he was well aware of the Takaran ability to self heal, and the Vulcan ability to manipulate their bodies to promote healing at a rapid rate. This T?xen Toks had both of those, so he was not as awed by it. He was a bit jealous that he didn?t have it. Perhaps not. It might have made him even more reckless than he had already been in his youth. Weston stepped into the suite and waited until the nurse in attendance noticed him and left the room with a nod. He moved over to the side of the bed and nodded at the person laying on it. ?How you doing, Mr. Toks?? he asked. Tols looked at the man as he entered and recognized the look of being sized up to scans and information. He felt the tissues healing and shrugged. ?Better than I was two days ago.? ?I thought I?d introduce myself,? Michael continued. ?I?m Michael Weston, Deputy Director of SFI on this sector. Your new boss.? ?How interesting. How kind of you to come yourself for my orientation. Are you coming to make the threats of ?not on my station!??? Michael chuckled, ?Nope, because I know how fruitless that is. I know how I?d feel if it were me. Good operatives, the ones worth their salt, have a healthy defiance of authority. We have to. So this not a who?s is bigger contest. I?m here to offer my hand and to let you know that you are not on your own. I?m not a desk jockey, so this being in charge thing is a bit new.? Toks nodded. ?How refreshing and very unlike your file. Your doctor/XO has been good for you,? Toks said with a wink. ?I assume the Captain has made you aware of the situation then and provided the appropriate code?? Weston gave him a quizzical look at the mention of his ?file.? He had to wonder what that file said. He?s never been one to openly defy any sense of teamwork, but he also knew that he was more comfortable on his own. Mostly so he didn?t put others in danger. But they could explore that later. ?I have,? he said. Then he took a small box out of a hidden pocket and tapped it. The device beeped then glowed, finally went back to its inert facade. ?Sorry, just a security precaution. As I see it you?re here to prevent a death. Nobody seems to know who it is, or who the assailant is, or even the reason for it. How am I doing so far?? ?Spot on. Must be why they gave you the fancy chair,? the takaran stretched his fingers and flattened them. The medication was wearing off and giving him more conscious control of his cellular structure. He nodded, satisfied he?d be able to work again. ?Only that it?s more than one death I am trying to avoid. But one in particular will have a detrimental effect on the prime time line. The station itself is in danger in 37% of the timelines. It reappears over and over as a result if things aren?t handled properly.? Michael sat down in a chair by the bed and sighed. ?Well, at least that gives me 63% of the timelines I can move to in order to avoid all of that.? Toks looked at the assistant director with an expression of sympathy. ?63%? Hmmmm.? Toks took a deep breath. ?Most of the headaches people inevitably get over temporal mechanics is the fact thait it could be the galactic definition of counter intuitive.? He held up his arm and exposed his emerald green skin of his in er forearm. ?Look here.? He explained and a yellow straight line appeared on his arm. ?This is the prime time line. When we take an action that veers us off course, an alternate reality is created.? The prime line continues but a new thread moves upward alongside it. Next action and next action move us along and the alternate timeline is sporadic.? The line showed wide turns and angle shifts. .?For example, We know that the death of this one person is the prime timeline shift. Most people think that we shift timelines but the original is there in an alternate reality. There?s truth to tha.t but if the alternate timeline reconnects with the prime then the original portion of the thread fades to nonexistence.? The alternate line on his arm returned to the prime line. And all of the straight in between the two points faded away.. Weston looked at the image, more amazed that Toks had a surgical implant that allowed him to make such demonstrations. He wondered what other prostheses he possessed. ?So the new timeline becomes, irrevocably, the new timeline.? He stood up and began to pace. ?See, that?s why I always stayed away from time travel. It messes with my brain too much.? Toks took a breath and shook his arm and the yellow lines vanished. ?The 36% appears over and over. if we don?t stop multiple issues at once. TA doesn?t know what all of those issues are, hence me coming here.? ?That?s the first thing I?ve heard that makes sense,? Michael said. ?So are you thinking that this can all be prevented by preventing the death of this one individual?? Toks shrugged. ?I don?t know. I know that you and the captain can stop the death of the person. They could have sent you the info for that. My job is to ensure that the murder does not take place, plus the salvation of the station. TA knows that if I?m not involved Freedom is destroyed and there are various levels of survivors depending on actions. We take. Each choice is a different possible future and different survivors. That eradicates many needed points in the future prime time line. So I can?t do it alone. And I can?t tell you more without endangering the station.? Michael sat down and leaned back on his chair thinking about what he?d just heard. There was nothing like finding out you could be a key player in something that has already happened in this man?s mind, but had no idea what it could be. Finally he let out a slow breath and leaned forward, ?Well I don?t like the prospect of Freedom being destroyed, especially since I just hung some pictures on the wall of my quarters. So I suppose I?m just going to have to go against my nature and trust you.? He stood up and offered his hand to the TA agent, ?I once saw a movie with two very good friends and this reminds of a line. It?s between two characters who don?t really trust one another but come to an understanding. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.? ?It sounds very??human,? T?xen Leaned back and rubbed his arm. ?You know I was specifically picked at the academy for my takaran skills. Body manipulation, my ancestral memory, but they were very disappointed with my lack of Vulcan and Betazoid telepathy. I only get impressions, intuitive understanding of people. And I say that to tell you I get the impression you understand the problems of my particular service to SFI better than most could. You?ve nearly died multiple times, ? he paused, giving an honestly confused look, ?or is that you will nearly? Both?? Michael raised an eyebrow at that. He had, indeed, danced with death on several occasions, including once being saved by Quinna Solice. He wondered if the TA operative was aware of the several near death experiences he?d had in the parallel universe while commanding the Odyssey. ?Will?? he asked. ?That sounds ominous.? He shook his head. ?This job is timey whimey according to those who really know. Thank you in advance for the trust. I will need it.? Michael nodded. ?Let?s just make sure you earn it,? he said with an air of seriousness. ?Meanwhile, if your ancestors give you any insight into who we should be concerned about let me know.? ?I?ve been asking. I?ll let you know.? As Michael turned to leave Dr. McCullogh walked. ?It?s about time,? she groused. Then she moved to the bed. She took a quick scan of Toks and nodded. ?As I suspected. You are healthy enough to stop occupying a bed for sick people. You are free to go Mr. Toks, but if you feel any more pain over a level? she narrowed her eyes and scanned him with them, ?4 then I want to see you. I also want to see you tomorrow by 1000 hours. Is that clear. Or I?ll have you hauled in here and keep you in an isolation room.? (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: Starbase Freedom - medical deck SFI/temporal Agent - 1836) From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2024 11:09:42 -0500 Mission: Transitions Day: 7 Stardate: 2446.09.21 (Starbase Freedom - medical deck SFI/temporal Agent - 1836) T?Xen stepped out of the medical ward and into a larger than usual hall, likely for transport bio beds, and looked at signage to find the nearest turbo lift. His body was lighter from the repairs and removal of dangerously poisoned portions and he felt a need to correct the mass imbalance. But duty always came first ?Are you ok my girl?? He asked quietly. There was a slight pause: =^= Doing much better and auto repairs are nearly complete. =^= the computer voice of the Marai responded. =^= more importantly how are you? I see they didn?t find the sub cranial crybernetic link=^= ?They don?t have the technology yet. Any news?? He asked as he made his way on the lift. ?Restaurant,? =^=Please select specific restaurant?=^= The computer of the station prompted. T?xen tsked. ?Restaurant level.? The elevators acknowledgement signal chirped and the doors shut to whisk him away. =^= the Doctor is reading your new scans as we speak, she wonders what the doctors were doing with you,=^= T?xen almost chuckled. ?Is my contact here yet?? =^= Not that we are aware. The signal has not been received. T?xen felt the vibration of the lift speed through the shaft. ?They?re late then. They may have thought we bailed.? =^= Or they may not have made it.=^= ?That would be?..inconvenient,? he admitted as the door slid open. Two security guards stared at him hard. He looked at them. ?Restaurant level?? He asked again feigning ignorance. The parted. ?Down the hall to the left,? As they boarded one said in irritation, ?tourists.? There was a chuckle by the ships AI. =^= Tourists! There?s a 76.327% probability he will?.=^= ?Marai,? he chastised never tell me someone?s odds. It makes it harder to try to save them all.? (Reply any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (7-1845) Turbo Lift AU From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2024 13:25:30 -0800 Mission: Transitions Day: 7 Stardate: 2446.09.21 (Starbase Freedom - Hub Turbo Lift - Between Module 4 & 5 - Turbo Lift AI - 1845) The need of an AI on the turbo lift had become apparent during the early days of the Starbase. It was the one system that had to interact with of the other systems from all of the races that had created Freedom. It also needed to be able to make independent decisions based on station protocols. To this date the turbo lift had saved thirty-eight lives. Sometimes by independently choosing to stop working. Of course the engineering team did not always appreciate those choices since system resets had to be employed. Sometimes other systems had problems that affected the turbo lift outside of its given parameters. The protocol was to shut down the turbo lift to avoid injury or death. Sometimes the engineers blamed the turbo lift on these breakdowns, not realizing that they were a symptom of a bigger problem. However, recently, the turbo lift had been able to function without incident. Then it became the AI?s job to ensure the occupants were delivered to where they needed to be. Once in a while, even when they didn?t know where they needed to be. Today was one of those days. The entity that entered the turbo lift had a bio signature that the AI was unfamiliar with. But it had the protocol to find out as much as it could about the entity. Scans were employed. The combination of species was unfamiliar. This was something new. Deeper scans were required. He did note there there was some kind of subspace radiation occurring around it. Perhaps some kind communications. The AI wondered if it was attempting to communicate with it. Then it said, ?Restaurant.? The AI paused for a moment waiting for more information. =^=Please select a specific restaurant?=^= ?Restaurant level,? the being said, as if that made it more clear. Since there were restaurants at all three levels of the promenade it made the compliance to the request difficult. It decided that the turbo lift would stop at each level of the promenade until the sentient stepped off. At level 14 there were three restaurants, so it stopped and opened the doors. Two security officers stepped on and the being looked at them. ?Restaurant level?? it asked. ?Down the hall and to the left,? one of the security men said after a moment. It was an odd direction as the promenade was built in a circle with a central concourse between the turbo lift and all shops. Going to the left directly was an unnecessary direction. However it seemed to be sufficient for the being who exited. ?Tourists,? the security officer scoffed to his partner, who gave a snort of a laugh. =^= Tourists!=^= the AI retorted, mimicking the man?s attitude. =^= There?s a 76.327% probability he will still get lost.=^= As the doors closed the sense of the subspace radiation dissipated. Curiosity was not in its programming but security was. It sent a message to the station?s security systems with a full report of the scans. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: