============================================================================== MISSION LOG: GUESS WHO?S COMING TO DINNER STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.04 - 2446.10.17 ============================================================================== TABLE OF CONTENTS -------------------- DAY 2 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282_-_0830=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 0830) (Reply Williams, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 833) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay - Commander Quinna Solice - 0833) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1102) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1102) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28USS_Hades_-_Deck__-__Main_Security-__L?= =?utf-8?q?T_Commander_Tinmanrion_Jayc__Lt=2E_Cal_Dogan=2C_Lt=2E_Semaj_D?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99nob-_1500=29?= (USS Hades - Deck - Main Security- LT Commander Tinmanrion Jayc Lt. Cal Dogan, Lt. Semaj D’nob- 1500) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1532) SFI DD Michael Weston (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1532) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1533) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1533) (Replies, any) ( Reply Solace, any ) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1535) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 4 -- Rec Room -- Commander Quinna Solice 1535) (Replies, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28no_subject=29?= (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1545) (reply Quinna, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2, 1547) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice- 1547) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1549) SFI DD Michael Weston (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1549) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice- 1550) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice- 1550) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: ( 2-1552) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room- EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1552) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1701) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1701) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1703) Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1701) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1705) Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1705) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (2 - 1726) Lt. Commander Jayc (USS Hades - Deck 5 - Personal Quarters - LT Commander Tinmanrion Jayc Lt. Semaj- 1726) UNKNOWN DAY - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.00 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters  - LT Raven Green - 17.00) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.02 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters  LT Raven Green - 17.02) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.04 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters  LT Raven Green - 17.04) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.06 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters    LT Raven Green - 17.06) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=282_-_0830=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2025 17:47:46 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 0830) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 0830) He paused for a moment before carrying on. “If you keep her with in her specifies parameters you will be fine. Just be prepared to keep tight control if you push her hard.” Toks nodded at the Commander. So those are the draw backs and the strengths,” he mused. “are there any holodeck training programs I can acquaint myself with over the transit time?” (Reply Williams, any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 833) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2025 10:16:23 -0600 NPRG: Time to get back into the game. Sorry for being gone. Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay - Commander Quinna Solice - 0833) “I may be wrong, but I believe I heard something about a cloaking device?” Quinna said. "Actually, yes. She has cloaking capability." Keira answered. "One of the more advanced ones, it would take the newer Starfleet sensors like the Hades, Exeter, or Luminar to be able to find her, with varying amounts of effort, none of them easy." “Nice. Clever those Romulans with those Cloaking devices.” Quinna said but deep down she is hoping that they are not in a situation where we will use it. She was not sure what anyone with a Starship that had been missing for 25 years. "Well the Romulan scientists don't like calling it a device, because that implies that missing one component or that one component is responsible for the cloaking effect. It's got its own power supply and the components are built into the hull as part of it." “I can see that. Let's hope there is no reason to use it.” Quinna is looking around the Captain’s Yacht. (Relies if any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1102) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2025 21:53:54 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.09.04 (USS Hades - Deck 5 - Saucer Main Engineering - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1102) “You may be the answer the universe sent to me,” Alouron said, giving a come hither gesture. Wednesday followed the tall green woman with a bit of trepidation as she said, “We’ve gotten everything down to little hiccups from ‘oh god oh god we are all going to die, but it seems somewhere between the Hades computer interacting with Starbase Freedom’s AI, we’ve developed an issue.“ Wednesday froze and looked horrified, “Oh my goddess, did it cross over systems? I’m so sorry Lieutenant, I made some slight.. ummm… modifications to the stations AI, to give it more, you know, personality and be more interactive. Unfortunately, that also made it create the closest to an emotional bond to Captain Dahr and a few others on the station.” She leaned over the console to look at the data as the CEO pulled it up, continuing her explanation. “The Captain was a little… discontented with the modifications and I had to reset the system to its original parameters. If your computer was linked to ours as I was purging the system then it’s possible that the programming went into a sort of fight or flight syndrome and tried to migrate your system.” Alouron accessed the computer’s work logs then stepped aside. “Maybe you're the one we need to get this problem solved once and for all.” Wednesday sat down in front of the console and stretched her shoulders “Let’s have a look.” She looked through the logs and then out her hands on the keyboard and made several keystrokes. The screen flickered slightly and the data became more fluid. Suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes. She slowed down her breathing as she felt her senses heighten and her focus became more acute. Her eyes popped open and she attacked the keyboard with a renewed vigor. Moments later she sat back and pulled a data card from a hip pocket of her uniform. Wednesday inserted the the disk into a slot at the computer console and began to work quickly. A minute later she withdrew the card and waved it at the screen. “Gotcha, you little devil,” she said more to herself than anyone else. She turned to Alouron and smiled. “Can I assume that the computer issues you were having had something to do with the computer performing tasks as if it anticipated the orders ahead of time?” (reply Alouron) “It was a little tricky, but I managed to chase the remnant program around until I was able to entice into a trap I’d laid. It’s now contained in this data card. 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Semaj D’nob- 1500) Jayc entered the security area to find Semaj sitting at a cubicle working on the console. “Lieutenant,”,” he greeted his husband verbally, but telepathically he projected -Imzadi.- The Vulcan, who never thought he would be bound, and still would never be recognized as bondable in the Vulcan government, stopped and regarded the Betazoid facing him. -T’yhyla,- Semaj projected back. A smile threatened to appear on his lip but he responded professionally. “Lt. Commander, Lt. Dogan is ready for our meeting.” He stood signed out of his work and they walked to the security chiefs office. Semaj held the PADD Jayc had worked to specialize for him. He tapped the claxon for Dogan’s door. Dogan had already been standing when the door chime rang. His office had only one decoration in it, a painting that hung on the side wall. It was a painting of the Brikarian home world. He would often look at it and contemplate what his life would be like if had been allowed to return, an impossibility. He turned as the door opened and the duo entered. Nodding, which looked much like a bow, he acknowledged them. “Gentlemen, come in. Please sit.” “Good afternoon Cal,” Jayc said pleasantly in response. Semaj nodded once and both sat. He returned to the other side of his desk and sat in his reinforced chair. It still groaned slightly at his weight. “So tell me what you’ve got.” Semaj opened his own collapsible padd and activated a holographic display over the padd and desk. It was the map of the inner galactic borders of the Federation. “I wrote a forensic program allowing me to obtain the data I am about to share across the entire range of Federstion space. I only utilized data that is within the navigational buoy array spread across Starfleet space as well as those we can access through civilian trade and commercial routes. I had the computer create a sequestered access to analyze for the readings and travel type observed by the ship monitoring us and the research station. This is the totality of readings recorded of navigational buoys sensors registering these specific types space travel.” The image across the map filled with clouding red dots in various parts of federation space. In almost all areas. But definitely the concentrations were highest in areas near ally and enemy borders. “The findings included 11,237 such points, logic suggests many are the same vessels being registered.” Cal leaned forward and peered at the image. His usually impassive face made a look of disappointment. “Hmm… they get around.” Jayc “I wish we could see them in motion.” “Indeed,” Semaj said. And activated the program. This is at 100,000 times normal speed and takes 1.296 minutes to complete the visual view..” They watched patterns start to emerge indicating starts and stops. Pauses and continued travel. Jayc stared at the images. “Can you play it again? Have it eliminate any random travel and focus where vessels seem to congregate over time?” Semaj nodded. “Already programmed in. This time lapse is only 46.317 seconds” He played the data spread and 9 congregation points appeared on the holography. As he watched Dogan noticed a strange pattern evolving. “One more time, Mr. Semaj, only play it at three-quarter speed.” As the video replayed again there was a moment where there were three entry and exit points at once, consecutively. “There,” he pointed with a thick finger, “there’s a pattern. Semaj nodded. “Yes and in that pattern there are three other specific regions that have similar to this,” Semaj stated showing those data points. It suggests small networked bases or congregation points.” Cal nodded, “At the very least, indicates that there may be a centralized launching point, that seems to be moving in from the Typhon Expanse.” It was odd that so much seemed to be occurring around that sector of space. “I believe a covert investigation is in order,” Semaj suggested to his superior. “There are no mentions of pirate bases, Starfleet operations, or other documented sightings in this area at this time.” “Indeed,” Cal replied. “Perhaps our friend Mr. Weston might have some input on the matter. Meanwhile, we should probably report our findings so far to Captain Merek.” “Or the temporal agent, Toks.” Jayc added. “He gives me the impression he has tabs on several things.” Semaj removed an isolinear chip from his tunic and passed it to Dogan. “I prepared a report for you that was off the regular system so that it could be viewed privately by you and the captain.” Dogan was surprised by his junior officer who, typically, always followed protocol and regulations to the letter, as most Vulcans do. He took the chip and nodded. “When I meet with the Captain I will call for you to attend,” Cal said. “Meanwhile… I may have a few others that may help me as well. Thank you Mr. Semaj. Lt. Commander Jayc.” We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1532) SFI DD Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2025 21:11:00 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1532) True to his word Micheal lost every hand he played. He folded on hands that he was certain to win. At one time he had three eights, which he was pretty sure was the high hand. He played hard into hands that he knew he was going to lose. With every loss he laughed and congratulated the winner. But he also watched and when the chronometer showed 1530 he had lost about half his stack of chips. In the next hand he drew a pair of aces. He threw away the other cards and was dealt a new set. He left them on the table and looked at the other players. The man across from him was playing with his fingers as he bet. Michael Knew he had nothing. He had slowly lost his stake, and Weston was sure this would be the man’s last hand. The others called the bet, but nobody made any advancement. To ensure the players exit Michael called his bet and raised to the limit, 200, everything the other player had. The last two times he had raised to the limit he had lost with a horrible hand and said, “And that… is why I rarely bluff.” The other players all smiled at the prospect of Weston’s latest big loss and bet in. However when the cards turned over Michael ended with the high hand, a full house, aces over eights. Moans of surprise went around the room as Michael smiled, “What? You mean I won?” The man who had lost his stake looked at his two pair of queens and sixes in horror. Then he looked at Michael. “But you said you were going to lose. You promised.” Michael shrugged and said, “Well, I said I’d lose for an hour, which I’ve done. I’m a man of my word.” “He is correct,” the Vulcan woman said. “It is now one hour and three minutes since Mr. Weston joined our game.” “Besides,” Michael said lightly, “surely I had to get lucky sometime. It probably won’t happen again.” The man harrumphed and left the game angrily. The chair didn’t remain empty for very long. A Cardassian sat down and a stack of chips appeared by him. “Next hand,” he said. Michael smiled, “Welcome to the game.” Everyone threw in their chip to ante up and he dealt out the five cards. The hand went quickly and Micheal again won a sizable pot. The next hand Michael had a particularly bad hand, but he managed a pair of eights in the draw. Looking around the table he noted a something from everyone except the one Cardassian. He decided to bet boldly and see what happened. If nothing else he would know who was really serious about the game. Once bitten twice shy, everyone folded and Michael raked in the pot. However, not everyone was happy about the result. The Nausican growled. “Show me your cards,” he ordered. Michael put his hand on his cards as he raked the chips towards him. “I’m afraid that you didn’t pay for that privilege.” With a swift motion the Nausican drew a long dagger and drove it into the table through the cards. “I will see them. Now.” Michael sat back as the Nausicaan withdrew his blade with his cards. He pulled the cards off the blade and tossed them on the table. Everyone stared at the pair of eights. “A pair of eights?” the man across from him exclaimed. “You won that pot with a pair of eights?” Michael shrugged. “You said that you never bluffed,” the Nausicaan complained. “No,” Michael corrected, “I said I hardly ever bluffed.” T’Belle raised an eyebrow, “That is accurate.” The Nausicaan, now even more irate, took a swing at Weston with his dagger. The SFI instincts took over and he parried the strike, catching the Nausicaan off balance. He slammed the Nausicaan’s head into the table hard. He ricocheted off the table and fell to the floor unconscious. Michael sat back down, gathered his chips and looked at the others. “I suppose a new deck of cards is in order?” (reply any) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1533) EO Lieutenant Emar Derok From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm) Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2025 19:22:11 -0500 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters - EO Lieutenant Emar Derok- 1533) The human man sat back down, gathered his chips and looked at the others. “I suppose a new deck of cards is in order?”He asked. Emar watched as several members of the crew drug the Nausicaan away from the table and out of the room. “ I agree, New cards ?” Emar asked as he signaled to someone, anyone to give them new cards. In a short time new cards were introduced to the table. “I see you are playing that card game again. What is it? Pokemon, Poke Stick.” A newcomer inquired. Emar noticed her eyes were darting at the human whose name was Michael. Emar looked at Michael as well. ~ Do they know each other ?~Thought to himself. (Replies, any) “Can I play?” The woman asked. Emar smiled and gestured to the seat across from him. “ Seems a chair just opened up Commander.” He said, referring to the Nausicaan’s vacated seat. ( Reply Solace, any ) ( Posted By Rob) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1535) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2025 14:53:32 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 4 -- Rec Room -- Commander Quinna Solice 1535) When Quinna returned to her quarters, she found Michael was not there. She was relieved because she had some reports from the station she still needed to sign off on. Quinna maintained both her duties for this mission and her duties for the station. She wanted to make sure Captain Dahr knew he made the right decision in choosing her. After some time, she was tired and starting to get a headache. She knew what she wanted, and her desire was not back yet. Quinna grabbed her boots that she had slipped off earlier. As she was putting them on, she called for the computer to find Meichale Weston. Quinna was not standing in the doorway of the rec room. Other people entered at the same time so her entry went unnoticed. She watched him. Really watched him. He was interacting with other. Something about him made her turn off the Commander solice mode and turn on the Quinna mods. She casually stolled over and lightly ran her finger some one should to another. “I see you are playing that card game again. What is it? Pokemon, Poke Stick.” Quinna put on her innocent look. But Quinna was a poker girl. She was holding her breathe that Michael would not call her out. (Replies, any) “Can I play?” Quinna asked, wondering if they would let her in the game. (reply any) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=28no_subject=29?= From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2025 16:17:11 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1545) “I agree,” the Cardassian, Derok, said. “A new deck of cards.” Nothing more was said about the incident as some crewmen hauled the unconscious Nausican from the table. The excitement had drawn a small crowd, however. Michael could feel the attention of everyone at the table turn from the Nausican being dragged out. Even the typically unflappable Vulcan, T’Belle, shifted her eyes to behind Michael’s position. It could only mean one of two things; the captain had arrived or Quinna had caught up with him. The touch to his shoulder confirmed that it was Quinna. At least he hoped that Captain Merek wouldn’t be so intimate with him… at least not yet. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her voice. “I see you are playing that card game again,” she said in her sultry voice. It was a game she wanted, a game she would get. “What is it? Pokemon, Poke Stick.” “Young lady,” he said flatly, “the game is poker, and it is… quite a serious game.” He wasn’t sure what Quinna was up to, but she was no slouch at poker. He’d seen her clean out the medical staff on the Illuminar. But this game was on a different level. “Can I play?” she asked coyly. The Cardassian smiled and offered her the empty seat. “Seems a chair just opened up, Commander.” Michael looked at Quinna and sighed. This should be interesting. A new deck of cards appeared and Michel moved them towards Quinna. “I believe you’ve moved into the next dealer’s seat, my dear,” he said and passed the cards to her, letting his finger touch the side of her hand gently. The last time they’d played poker the stakes were not monetary in nature. 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She started shuffling the deck like she was he lead dealer at a Vegas Casino. 7 times is what was going through her head. “Did you know that it takes 7 times of shuffling a new deck to get randomization of the cards?” (Reply Any) Shuffle 1, Shuffle 2, Shuffle 3, Shuffle 4, Shuffle 5, Shuffle 6, Shuffle 7 “The name of the game is 5-card draw, no wilds, jacks or better to open. Ante up, 10 each should sweeten the pot.” (Reply Any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1549) SFI DD Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2025 08:39:20 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - SFI DD Michael Weston- 1549) “Did you know that it takes 7 times of shuffling a new deck to get randomization of the cards?” Quinna asked. “Indeed,” T’Belle nodded. “That is the model if each shuffle is performed to perfection. However, I have noted that the riffles have not always had precise deck splits.” Quinna began to deal announcing, the games, ““The name of the game is 5-card draw, no wilds, jacks or better to open. Ante up, 10 each should sweeten the pot.” Michael had to stifle a chuckle while the eyes of the others widened as Quinna explained her shuffle. This was going to be fun. He tossed his ten chips into the middle of the table and looked at the others with a shrug. “Mr. Weston,” T’Belle said to him softly, “do you know this woman?” Michael shrugged, “We’ve met.” The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at his simple answer, then added her chips to his. The others followed suit and then the cards were dealt. Michael picked his up and scrutinized them. A ten of hearts, a ten of spades, an eight and nine of clubs and a queen of hearts. He sighed. A pair of tens was a good start, but he was a card away from a straight. He laid his cards down on the table, sat back and looked at the others as they took their initial look at their cards. (reply any) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2025 19:11:51 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice- 1550) Quinna dealt the deck with professional ease. She watched the players look at their cards. She waited until everyone viewed their cards. Michael’s hand: A ten of hearts, a ten of spades, an eight and nine of clubs, and a queen of hearts. Pair of 10’s Cardassian hand: 2 clubs, 3 of hearts, 2 of spades, 3 of diamonds, and an Ace of spades. Two pairs T’Belle’s hand: Ace of hearts, King of Hearts, Queen of hearts, Jack of hearts, and 9 of hearts. A flush but just missed out on the straight flush. Next Player (1): Jack of Clubs, Jack of Hearts, 3 of Diamonds, 6 of Spades, and 10 of Clubs. pair of Jacks Next Payer (2): King of Spades, King of Diamonds, King of Clubs, Five of Hearts, Two of Spades. three kings Next Player (3): Ace of Diamonds, Queen of Clubs, Ten of Spades, Eight of Hearts, Three of Clubs. Ace high Next Player (4): Ten of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Diamonds, King of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds. Royal Flush Quinna finally looked at her hand. Jack of spades, Jack of Diamonds, 4 of clubs, seven of hearts, and a king of clubs. pair of Jacks Quinna looked at the cardassain that was on her immediate left. “Can you open?” (Reply) Then Quinna looked at the Vulcan, “T’Belle?” (Reply) Quinna gave a sly look, “Mr. Weston.” Quinna asked, looking at him like she was undressing him with her eyes, exposing him. 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She waited until everyone viewed their cards. > > > Michael’s hand: A ten of hearts, a ten of spades, an eight and nine of > clubs, and a queen of hearts. Pair of 10’s > > > Cardassian hand: 2 clubs, 3 of hearts, 2 of spades, 3 of diamonds, and an > Ace of spades. Two pairs > > > T’Belle’s hand: Ace of hearts, King of Hearts, Queen of hearts, Jack of > hearts, and 9 of hearts. A flush but just missed out on the straight flush. > > > Next Player (1): Jack of Clubs, Jack of Hearts, 3 of Diamonds, 6 of > Spades, and 10 of Clubs. pair of Jacks > > > Next Payer (2): King of Spades, King of Diamonds, King of Clubs, Five of > Hearts, Two of Spades. three kings > > > Next Player (3): Ace of Diamonds, Queen of Clubs, Ten of Spades, Eight of > Hearts, Three of Clubs. Ace high > > > Next Player (4): Ten of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Diamonds, > King of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds. Royal Flush > > > Quinna finally looked at her hand. Jack of spades, Jack of Diamonds, 4 of > clubs, seven of hearts, and a king of clubs. pair of Jacks > > > Quinna looked at the cardassain that was on her immediate left. “Can you > open?” > > > (Reply) > > > Then Quinna looked at the Vulcan, “T’Belle?” > > > (Reply) > > > Quinna gave a sly look, “Mr. Weston.” Quinna asked, looking at him like > she was undressing him with her eyes, exposing him. > > > (reply any) > > (posted by Kris B) > > Disclaimer: Player hands besides Michael have been made by ChatGPT > > -- > Starbasefreedom-rpg mailing list > Starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com > > http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/starbasefreedom-rpg_startrekfreedom.com > -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 1550) Commander Quinna Solice From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm) Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2025 18:58:38 -0500 All good On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 12:59 PM Kris Bailey via Starbasefreedom-rpg < starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote: > I am officially retracting this post. pretend it does not exist. I > misread something in a conversation—sorry, Rob. Except for Michaels's hand, > no hand has been set. > > > Kris B > > On Fri, Dec 26, 2025 at 7:12 PM Kris Bailey via Starbasefreedom-rpg < > starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote: > >> Mission: Homecoming >> >> Day: 2 >> >> Stardate: 2446.10.17 >> >> >> (USS Hades - Deck 4- Rec Room - Commander Quinna Solice- 1550) >> >> >> Quinna dealt the deck with professional ease. She watched the players >> look at their cards. She waited until everyone viewed their cards. >> >> >> Michael’s hand: A ten of hearts, a ten of spades, an eight and nine of >> clubs, and a queen of hearts. Pair of 10’s >> >> >> Cardassian hand: 2 clubs, 3 of hearts, 2 of spades, 3 of diamonds, and >> an Ace of spades. Two pairs >> >> >> T’Belle’s hand: Ace of hearts, King of Hearts, Queen of hearts, Jack of >> hearts, and 9 of hearts. A flush but just missed out on the straight flush. >> >> >> Next Player (1): Jack of Clubs, Jack of Hearts, 3 of Diamonds, 6 of >> Spades, and 10 of Clubs. pair of Jacks >> >> >> Next Payer (2): King of Spades, King of Diamonds, King of Clubs, Five of >> Hearts, Two of Spades. three kings >> >> >> Next Player (3): Ace of Diamonds, Queen of Clubs, Ten of Spades, Eight >> of Hearts, Three of Clubs. Ace high >> >> >> Next Player (4): Ten of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, Queen of Diamonds, >> King of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds. Royal Flush >> >> >> Quinna finally looked at her hand. Jack of spades, Jack of Diamonds, 4 >> of clubs, seven of hearts, and a king of clubs. pair of Jacks >> >> >> Quinna looked at the cardassain that was on her immediate left. “Can you >> open?” >> >> >> (Reply) >> >> >> Then Quinna looked at the Vulcan, “T’Belle?” >> >> >> (Reply) >> >> >> Quinna gave a sly look, “Mr. Weston.” Quinna asked, looking at him like >> she was undressing him with her eyes, exposing him. >> >> >> (reply any) >> >> (posted by Kris B) >> >> Disclaimer: Player hands besides Michael have been made by ChatGPT >> >> -- >> Starbasefreedom-rpg mailing list >> Starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com >> >> http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/starbasefreedom-rpg_startrekfreedom.com >> > -- > Starbasefreedom-rpg mailing list > Starbasefreedom-rpg at startrekfreedom.com > > http://startrekfreedom.com/mailman/listinfo/starbasefreedom-rpg_startrekfreedom.com > -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Call it intuition or the attention to detail that seemed to be the calling card of the Cardassian brain, but he could sense a familiarity between the Commander and Michael. ~ Perhaps it would serve the situation best to avoid going too overboard. I wouldn't want to thwart any attempts made by either one to best the other.~ Emar had been observing Michael, he seemed unassuming of course, but nonetheless Michael also appeared to be quite the observer, his eyes seemingly telling a tale of a man who knew how to read a room. He reminded Emar of his Galak who was in the Cardassian military. ( Reply any ) ( Posted by Rob) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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She had lowered the ambient lighting of her room to a dimmer setting, resembling the lighting of her room on her homeworld. It gave her both comfort and concern that she would never see it, or her mothers again. When the door chime rang she was half dozing. She had no idea who’d come to see her. On Freedom, and the Illuminar before, she was a known recluse. She jumped to her feet a padded across the floor in her bare feet. The door opened and Lt. Green stood there. "Hello Wednesday,” the red haired security officer said. She wasn’t exactly smiling but her tone was pleasant. “I am Raven. I would like for us to get to know each other. Can I come in?" Wednesday blinked, stunned for a moment. It was an odd greeting, even by he own standards. She knew the the Lieutenant wasn’t human, but this greeting made her sound even more alien. Then she shook herself and smiled. “Hi Lieutenant… ummm Raven?” Apparently they were going to be on a first name basis. “Sure. Come on in.” She stepped to side and allowed Raven to pass by her. When door closed she said, “Have a seat. Oh, I’m sorry,” as she realized how dark it might be. “Computer, turn the lights up to standard.” The room brightened, revealing that she had brought several plants with her had three candles burning. She led her guest to the sofa in the living area and sat down She sat in uncomfortable silence for a minute and said, “Soooo…what would you like to talk about?” (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I’m the new kid on the team so I have a lot to learn. But I guess you mean do I do anything else.” She took a deep breath and blew out. This could either create a friend or simply keep One more person at distance. “Let me ask,” she began, “what do you know about Wiccans?” (reply Green) “We are a deeply… religious people, as a general rule. We spend a great deal of time in contemplation of our place in the universe, and being in tune with its nature. In that vein I meditate, and channel my internal energies to help me focus, to allow me to see what many others can’t… or won’t. What about you…Raven?” (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2-1705) Ensign Wednesday Adams From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2025 12:23:21 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.09.04 (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Guest Quarters - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1705) "I really don't feel the need to meditate,” Raven said. “I do my job in security and like to go to social activities. From what I read on the PADD Wiccans practice healing magic. If I were to tell you a secret, can I trust you to keep it secret?" Wednesday sat forward saying, “Meditation isn’t really something I “need” to do. It just helps me focus. It gives a chance to commune with the Goddess. And here, in space, it gets difficult to find the joy in nature.” Then she shrugged, “As for magic? I’ve been accused of being a witch many times since I’ve joined the fleet.,If you consider hypersensitivity and awareness magical then perhaps we do use magic. But it is not what you think. ;My mother was a healer. She had the ability to get a person’s body to heal itself. Some call it magic. She can just coax the cells of your body to do what they are meant to do.” Finally she put her feet on the floor again, reached out and touched Raven’s hand. The flesh felt… off, not natural. That, combined with observations of the woman’s behavioral patterns, and way of speaking, had led her to certain conclusions. “Raven,” Wednesday looked into the red haired girl’s eyes, “you can trust me with any secret. Wiccan’s are raised with the edict, harm none. We also live by the Threefold Law. Whatever energy you send out to the universe is returned to you threefold, positive or negative. And I truly believe that. 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Jayc’s head was spinning amwith possibilities as they were having a silent telepathic conversation from each others perspectives when the com chimed. =^= Bridge to Lt. Commander Jayc,=^= Jayc’s who had been on the couch running his fingers though Semaj’s slightly longer than Vulcan military norm hair and pulled his arm back and tapped his badge. “Jayc here.” =^= Sir, you have a live communication from the Federation Diplomatic Corp,” the unfamiliar voice said. Semaj’s eyebrow raised. Jayc looked at his husband and shrugged curiously. He stood from he couch and walked over to the wall and activated the monitor, entering his access code and queuing communications. “I’ve got it, thanks bridge. Jayc out. He signaled his husband to join him. When Semaj came to stand near but out of sight, he tapped the answer button. The image of a Betazoid woman , beautiful with a line of gray moving through her long hair, recognized the line went active an placed her hands on top of on another on her desk. “Lt. Commander Tinmanrion Jayc?” She asked. Jayc nodded, “Yes.” That was all he gave at that moment. “Chief Ambassador Bren, Federation Diplomatic Corp. we have arranged given immediate leave and authorization for long range shuttle transport to Betazed. Your current missions and duties are to be transferred to others in the interim.” Jayc paused and looked back at Semaj a moment. “Why Ambasssdor?” he tried hard to put down the fear and old wounds of home. Semaj’s hand went to the small of his back in support. Jayc felt his muscles relax just at he touch of his mate. Bren blinked, clearly caught off guard. But her diplomatic training reasserted itself quickly. “For your wedding of course.” Jayc stiffened again instantly. He started to ask ‘what?!?!- but he knew who was behind this. Instead he fell into his own diplomatic training and his own diplomatic “No thank you Ambassador.” Bren blinked. “What did you say Lt. Commander?” He could see the shock. “I decline leave and transport to Betazed as I am already married and do not want to go to Betazed.” “oh!” She said her surprise honest. “Apparently someone in The Betazed govt didn’t check on that before making this request. They said it was politically highly important for you to return home for this. I think you need to head home and get this sorted out with them.” ”They didn’t bother to include me in the plans. I think they can figure it out without my participation. “ She grabbed her workstation monitor and pulled it closer surprised and rereading her instructions. “That certainly seems to be a problem. But the request comes from the ruling council itself. They want you home regardless. Jayc took a deep breath, “I decline.” “Betazed is usually a very reasonable member planet, this type of request doesn’t come through often.,” she shred. “But what I am seeing here sees a big mess. The way it is written, I naturally assumed you were aware. I’m sorry to have thrown this on you.” Jayc smiled . “I appreciate that Ambassador. Please relay my decision to through the appropriate channels. And please let them know if they have any other requests they should reach out to me directly. Was there anything else?” Bren tapped her stylus on the desk several times and turned her hands relenting. “I will do that. If I come across further information I will forward it to you. Also I will forward your marital status to the Betazed government. Again I apologize for this mishandling. Thank you.” She said and the transmission ended. “That was unexpected .” Semaj began. “Only in the timing. Not the attempt,” Jayc shook his head and returned to couch. “Your mother,” Semaj said. Jayc nodded. “Well it is over,” the Vulcan said. Jayc laughed. “That would be the rational conclusion, and this is likely a first step for her.” (Reply none) (Posted by tinmanjayc ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (2 - 17.00 LT Raven Green) From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel) Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2025 16:04:53 +0000 (UTC) Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 3- Guest Quarters  - LT Raven Green - 17.00) Raven heard of the poker game going on but thought it was better to get to know the team going on the away mission and for them to get to know her.  Wednesday Addams was a loner and hard to get to know.  Raven went to her quarters to try and get familiar with her.  Raven didn't know if Wednesday knew what she was or not.  Perhaps she will reveal that gradually in private whatever was comfortable for Wednesday.  She pressed the door chime. 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"If we are to work together on the mission I would like to know you better.  I don't get out too often either for reasons to be told at a later time but I do like to party.  What do you like to do besides work?" Raven thought Wednesday was going to be tough one to get close to but she had time to do it. (Reply Wednesday, Any)(Posted by Edward)  -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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