============================================================================== MISSION LOG: HOMECOMING STARDATE RANGE: 2446.10.17 - 2446.10.19 ============================================================================== TABLE OF CONTENTS -------------------- DAY 2 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1032=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1032) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1036=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1036) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1041=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1041) (Reply Weston, Solice) (Reply Weston, Solice if wanted.) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1126=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1126) (Reply Wednesday, any) DAY 3 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0830) Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 2- VIP Quarters - SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice- 0830) [Command authorization is required for that request, Deputy Director Weston.] - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0935/0940) Commander Casem Leal (Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0935) (Planetfall Compound - Schoolhouse - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0940) (reply Swanson, Marshall) (reply Swanson, Marshall) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0935) Commander Casem Leal and Former CO Alexis Swansen (Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal and Former CO Alexis Swansen- 0935) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3- 0945) Former CO Captain Alexis Swanson (Planetfall Compound - Schoolhouse - Former CO Captain Alexis Swanson 0945) (reply Leal, Marshall) (reply Leal, Marshall) (reply Leal, Marshall) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0946) Nathan Marshall (Planetfall Compound – Schoolhouse Garden – Nathan Marshall – 0946) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0948) Nathan Marshall (Planetfall Compound – Schoolhouse Garden – Nathan Marshall – 0948) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0950) Commander Casem Leal and Alexis Swansen (Planetfall Compound - Garden - FO/Mayor Commander Casem Leal and Alexis Swansen - 0950) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1001) CMO- Lt. Mike Solice (Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat - CMO- Lt. Mike Solice - 1001) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1100) Commander Casem Leal (Planetfall Compound - Town Hall - FO/Mayor Commander Casem Leal - 1100) (reply Nathan, Gunther, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1102) Nathan Marshall (Planetfall Compound – Town Hall – Nathan Marshall – 1102) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1104) Lt. Commander William Gunther (Planetfall Compound – Lt. Commander William “Gun” Gunther) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1126=29_Lt=2E_Commander_William_?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=9CGun=E2=80=9D_Gunther?= - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1302) Rachel Solice (Quinna's mother) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1312) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Cheron - Flight Deck - Commander Quinna Solice- 1312) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1403) MCO Major Sean Masters, Marine, 1LT Stom & Dr. Keats (USS Hades - Deck 22 Marine Detachment Office - MCO Major Sean Masters & Marine, First Lieutenant Stom - 1403) (Posted by Rob, Mark and Todd) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1503) CO, Captain Merek (USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1503) (Reply Ire, Delexa, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1515) CO, Captain Keira Merek (USS Hades - Deck 1- Bridge- CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1515) (Reply Ire, Delexa) (Reply Ire, Delexa) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1523) CO, Captain Keira Merek (USS Hades - Deck 1 - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1523) (Reply Dogan, Delexa, any on bridge) DAY 4 - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1000, 1010) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades -- Deck 2 -- Guest Quarters -- Commander Quinna Solice -- 1000) (USS Hades -- Medical promenade - Commander Quinna Solice -- 1010) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 4 - 1012) CMO Lt. Dural Methor DrPH (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1012) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1014) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - -- Commander Quinna Solice - 1014) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1016) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1016) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1018) Commander Quinna solice (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - Commander Quinna Solice - 1018) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1019) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1019) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1030) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Captain’s Yacht - Commander Quinna Solice - 1030) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost (4 - 1030) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Captain’s Yacht - Commander Quinna Solice - 1030) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 10.31 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Captain’s Yacht    LT Raven Green - 10.31) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1031) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 3 - Holodeck - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -1031) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1035) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1035) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1040) SFI DD Michael Weston (USS Hades - Deck 14- Shittlebay - SFI DD Michael Weston - 1040) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1040) SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Flight Deck - USS Cheron - SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice- 1040) (Posted by Al M, and Kris B.) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1125) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Hades - Deck 13 - Shuttlebay - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -1125) (reply Solice, Toks, Gteen) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 11.26 LT Raven Green) (USS Hades - Deck 13 - Shuttlebay   LT Raven Green - 11.26) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1037 to 11:40)Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – Commander Quinna Solice -10:37 to 11:40) (Reply Toks, Green, Weston) (Reply Toks, Green, and Weston) (reply Weston, Toks, Green, and Adams) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1230) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Cheron - Crew Deck – Commander Quinna Solice -1230) (Replies Weston, Green, Toks, Adams) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 12.31 LT Raven Green) (USS Cheron - Crew Deck    LT Raven Green - 12.31) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1233) Ensign Wednesday Adams, Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - USS Cheron - Flight Deck - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams, Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice- 1233) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1313) SFI DD Michael Weston (USS Cheron - Flight Deck - SFI DD Michael Weston - 1313) (reply Solice, Toks, Green) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1313) SFI DD Michael Weston (USS Hades - Flight Deck - USS Cheron - SFI DD Michael Weston - 1313) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 13.14 LT Raven Green) (USS Cheron - Flight Deck   LT Raven Green - 13.14) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1315=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1315) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1316) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – Commander Quinna Solice- 1316) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1317=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1317) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1318=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1318) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1345) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Auberjonois - Captain’s Quarters – Commander Quinna Solice- 1345) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1346) SFI DD - Michael Weston (USS Auberjonois - Captain’s Quarters – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1346) (USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1348) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 13.47 LT Raven Green) (USS Auberjonois - Captain’s Quarters   LT Raven Green - 13.47) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1348) SFI DD - Michael Weston (USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1348) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284-1348=29_SFI/TI__-_Specisl_Agent_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks?= (USS Cheron -Flight Deck – SFI/Temporal Special Agent - T’xen Toks - 1351) (Reply Weston, Solice) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1349) Commander Quinna Solice (USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge –Commander Quinna Solice) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 13.50 LT Raven Green) (USS Auberjonois - Engineering    LT Raven Green - 13.50) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1351) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams (USS Auberjonois - Main Engineering - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams - 1351) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1415) CO - Captain Keira Merek (USS Hades - Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1415) (Reply Cerberus, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1415) CO - Captain Keira Merek - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1415) CO - Captain Keira Merek REPOST (USS Hades - Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1415) (Reply Cerberus, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1420) MCO Major Sean Masters (USS Cerberus, Command Console - MCO, Major Sean Masters - 1420) (Reply Stom, Keats, any) - SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 4 - 1445, 1450) CO, Captain Keira Merek (USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1445) (Reply Ire, Dogan) (Reply Dogan, any) (USS Hades - Main Engineering - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1450) (Reply Engineering, Dogan) (reply Alouron, any) (Reply Alouron, any) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1032=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2026 09:35:10 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1032) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1032) Toks, holding his bag stepped into the Cheron and stowed his gear, then he turned to Solice and nodded. “Commander,” he nodded. “I have already inspected the shutttle and begun the flight sequences. She’s ready to go on your command.” (Reply Solice) He paused. “I know that I’m not your friend….. yet. But I know this is a hard mission for you. I’m here. Whatever you need.” (Reply any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1036=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2026 11:18:40 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1036) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1036) Toks smiled “That’s enough for now. But thank you.” “If you give me 10 minutes to finish checking the cargo, I will meet you on the flight deck for the prelaunch checklist.” Quinna smiled. He held up a padd. “Mr. Jayc helped me with that earlier. He also allowed me to borrow some isolinear chips incase we have to do some on the spot computer reprogramming that the system should recognize.” He held up a small box. (Reply Solice) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1041=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2026 08:49:22 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1041) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1041) Tix looked at Michael with that grin a person got when another understood the life your job created for you. Weston though had seemed to carve out a nice niche in his place on Freedom and the staff there. “Unfortunately far less than either one of us would like. Murai gave me some preliminaries, but because I am involved I am a part of the time line and must proceed as a regular participant.” (Reply Weston, Solice) The Takaran chameloid stepped forward and passed a sonic spanner to Weston. “Murai said you would need this. I don’t know when, but you’ll know.” (Reply Weston, Solice if wanted.) The green complexioned man shrugged playfully and passed them toward the cockpit. “Wednesday May be a great engineer, but this is not normal ship circumstances,” he said passing be almost like he was thinking to himself out loud. “And a sonic screwdriver can make right what the universe is getting wrong.” (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1126=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2026 08:59:20 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1126) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 2 Stardate: 2446.10.17 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1126) Toks stood and went to the operations station typing in a sequence to bring active several of the shuttles Romulan Federstion hybrid tech. As he sat himself down back in the pilot seat, the you g Wiccan engineer stepped near him. “Mr Toks.” She moved to him and whispered, “Am I late?” “Right on time,” he said giving her that reassuring smile and he tapped a button that closed the shuttles main hatch.” (Reply Wednesday, any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0830) Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2026 12:18:12 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (USS Hades - Deck 2- VIP Quarters - SFI DD Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice- 0830) Michael lay in the bed as Quinna padded around the apartment. He knew that if she’d wanted company should would have purposely stirred him. So she let her have her solitude. He heard the hum of the replicator and smiled. He knew he could never drink that replicated swill, but she had managed to maintain a Taste for it, even though he’d tried to educate her palate. You can take the girl out of the med bay. Then he heard the chirp of her communicator. He tried not to listen to the conversation but caught the gist of it. Captain Merek wanted To talk with her. Quinna’s moves became more purposeful as she showered and dressed. He could hear her approach but didn’t move. There was a kiss on his cheek and then she was gone. He lay there for a few more minutes then swung his legs round and sat up. He was alone with no prospects of a visitor so he decided to forgo getting dressed for the time being. Going to the replicator he ordered breakfast. He may not drink replicated coffee, but food and a glass of orange juice was not out of the question. “Computer,” he said, “two eggs, scrambled, with diced tomatoes, onions, cilantro, and jalapenos. Two rashers of bacon, hash browned potatoes and a twelve ounce glass of chilled orange juice.” A moment later his food appeared on a tray and he carried it to the desk in the living room, stopping to pick up his pouch from its hiding place. Finally he settled into the chair in front of the desk and leaned his elbows on the table. Picking up a rasher of bacon he spoke. “Activate computer display.” A holographic screen appeared above the desk. “Computer, show me the crew roster of the USS Hades.” [Command authorization is required for that request, Deputy Director Weston.] Michaels sighed, “Authorization 13 alpha phi omega 9738.” [Authorization granted.] The names of the crew of the Hades began to scroll past his eyes. “Filter only for Cardassian crewmen,” Michael added. The list quickly shortened. He pointed to Emar Derok. “Show me the complete file of Lt. Emar Derak.” A hologram of the Cardassian appeared and the data of his life scrolled underneath it. Michael cursorily looked at the information about his childhood, then paused at the point where he noted the family providing information to the Bajoran freedom fighters about the troop movement of his own people. Michael wondered about that. What does it say about the family? There are those who would find that kind of… collusion unacceptable. He wonder how Derok felt about it. The next interest point was the fact that he wound up on Earth to go to school. There was little to no detail on what prompted that. His education seemed pretty stellar and his work at the academy exemplary. And there was the item that gave him pause. The Cardassian was in the engineering team on Freedom. Michael wondered how it was that the name was completely unfamiliar with him. It wasn’t as if he and Commander Zeron were intimate friends, but a Cardassian would have raised a notice in his mind. He took the last bit of his breakfast and drained the juice in his glass when he heard the door open. Quinna had returned from her Coffee visit. Believe it or not she had her fill of coffee, now he needed something else. She turned the corridor and entered her temporary quarters. There she saw what she hungered for. With a smile, she went to Michael and sat in his lap. Her hands found their way around his neck. Her lips already met his. They slightly parted then she kissed him, not with need or deepening intenseness but with passion and love. Something about this mission has made Quinna....... She pulled away and looked into his eyes, “Sorry I was not here when you woke, but I am back now.” Michael could feel the raw emotion in Quinna’s kisses. She has always been a passionate person, whether it was in medicine, her career or her relationship with him. But this was a new level of passion, and it stirred him. It also reminded him that he’d been sitting on the chair with no clothes on. He tried to be nonchalant, “You had a meeting and I had things to keep me occupied in a pale attempt to fill the void you left.” “I love you,” Quinna said as she released him and stood. She paid no attention to what Michael was working on. Then she settled onto the couch keeping her eyes on Michael, wondering if he was going to join her. With a swift motion he closed down the screen and moved over to the sofa. He stood in front of Quinna and reached down. Quinna looked up and took Michael’s hand. She touched his chest and felt the coolness of his skin. She herself was extremely overdressed amongst the two of them. She looks into his eyes but says nothing. Micheal knelt down in front of Quinna and kissed her hands. Then he looked deeply into her eyes, looking for something in there. He leaned in and kissed her gently, then harder, feeling her respond. When they separated he said, “What’s changed?” Quinna looked at Michael curiously, “What do you mean?” Micheal’s look deepened. It wasn’t concern, it was just as though he were noticing something about her that was different. “I mean, there’s been a shift in you since we got here. Something has changed and I can’t quite place it.” “When was the last time we had this much down time?” Quinna asked. He laughed, “What is down time? I don’t think I’ve had down time since I stepped foot on the Illuminar. Except for the last few weeks getting our routines down on Freedom I don’t think we’ve had down time. Why?” Quinna shook her head, “Michael, We are essentially on a hold until we launch. You mean to tell me that you have never thought about doing nothing but me for hours upon hours.” Quinna put her hands on each side of Michael’s head, “Or maybe I am just addicted to you.” Quinna kissed Michael. Michael returned the kiss and said, “I can live with that.” Then he looked away and said, “Do nothing for hours? I’m not sure that’s what’s on my mind.” He pulled Quinna to the floor with him and laid her down. “Time to feed that addiction.” (Posted by Al M. and Kris B.) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0935/0940) Commander Casem Leal From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2026 17:29:42 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0935) Casem chuckled and put her hand heavily on the boy’s shoulder. “I know that feeling, Mr. Marshall.” Then she looked at him More seriously, “But, to be honest, I’ve had similar reports across the compound. Some have called it a foreboding.” The Trill smiled and shuddered, “That’s the stuff that creeps me out. Maybe we should bring this up with Alexis. See if she senses anything.” (reply Marshall) Looking at her chronometer, Casem knew where Alexis would be right now. School was in session, and she would, most likely, be hip deep in some kind of educational program. After she stepped back from command, fifteen years ago, she had taken on the position of teacher, when children started creeping into the picture. And as was her way, it was a role she excelled at. She connected in a way with the children that made them want to learn from her. They left the Habitat and made their way over to the schoolhouse. (Planetfall Compound - Schoolhouse - FO- Commander Casem Leal - 0940) They entered the building and just as she had expected Casem found Alexis Swanson surrounded by a group of multiaged children watching her talk about the tale of an ancient Earth hero named Beowolf. The children were enraptured as she described the Hall of Herot and the decimation of the creature Grendel. When she took a break and looked up she sent the children off to work. Alexis moved to the entry way. Casem smiled at her and gave her a warm greeting hug. Her feelings for the women were far deeper but she knew it was not, could not be returned. “Hi Alexis, you know Mr. Marshall, here,” she said. (reply Swanson, Marshall) “I need your help with something,” Casem went on. “Have noticed a strange… feeling going around the community lately?” (reply Swanson, Marshall) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0935) Commander Casem Leal and Former CO Alexis Swansen From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2026 18:17:42 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound - Interior Habitat - FO- Commander Casem Leal and Former CO Alexis Swansen- 0935) Casem listened as Marshall explained what he’d been noticing and feeling himself. She had to admit that there was a feeling in the air of expectation. She couldn’t explain it either. It hurt her to hear Alexis talk about keeping herself separated from the rest of the crew… the people. She remembered the strong woman that Alexis was, and how she had admired her, how she’d fallen in love with her. When they were first marooned on the planet they would never have survived that first year or two without her. Her leadership held the group together, and when one person became despondent and lost hope she had been there for them to remind them that really, this was what being Starfleet was. Alexis had never been able to truly return Cassem’s feelings. At first it would have been inappropriate. After all, she was the captain. Then, she started to let her in. The groundwork of their relationship was laid and for a few years they had managed to share some intimate moments. Casem was only Leal’s second host. The first had been a male, and the gender switch had created an ambiguity in her. Casem had seen the growing unease within Alexis, but didn’t really know what had set it off. The first year had been the worst. They began with 135 people. Indigenous wildlife managed to kill nearly twenty of them before they were even able to identify it. With the exhaustive contribution of Rachel Solice and her knowledge of holodeck technology and photonic manipulation they were able to come up with a working forcefield. But those deaths hit Alexis hard. As did every loss after that. Then there had been the plague. At least that’s what they called it. It took another dozen people in a most brutal manner. This time it was Mike Solcie who saved the day. But the losses had taken their toll, along with the stress of just being responsible for those who had survived. And the children just added another layer, and it was more than Alexis could handle. She began to withdraw more and more from Casem, and everyone else. By the time Alexis had abdicated her authority to Casem she had become little less than a hermit. She reluctantly relegated herself to the role of a teacher for the children and then Casem was the only person to still visit her. Casem’s feelings had lessened at all, but she knew that, now, there was no way that Alexis would be able to reciprocate. Every parting of every interaction twisted the knife in her heart, but she still went to see her every day that Alexis would allow. When Alexis asked what they wanted from her, Casem could hear the guard in her voice. Nathan looked at her expectantly. She sat down beside Alexis and took hold of her hands. “I would never ask more of you than you can give, Alexis,” Casem said. “I also know that empathy is under tight control. But I wondered if you’d noticed the same feeling throughout the compound coming to you?” Alexis took a deep breath. The waves could be heard in the background. She gripped the edges on her bench as if to stabilize herself. She looked at Casem, “I hear you both. I am going to try?” Taking another breath, “May I open up on your thoughts first before the rest?” Casem couldn’t help but smile. “Of course.” She held back on the thought, my love. Alexis had to open her abilities slowly, it was hard to hear everyone at one time. She needed to focus on her rock. She closed her eyes and opened her mind to receive only Casem’s thoughts. ‘ Speak to me.’ She said. She was not sure if he had closed herself off for too long. The sensation of having Alexis in her mind almost brought a tear to Casem’s eye. Her smile broadened. “What would you like me to say?” Alexis was relieved, ‘Ok I can do this.’ She opened herself up to read the minds of the community. She could feel the amusement of the children. That made her smile and giggle a bit. She opened her mind wider, beyond the safely of Casem and the children. She felt the physical pain of the community and then the moods, the burden of people holding secrets. Then the feeling of … Alexis could not define the feeling, but her thoughts lead to tears in her eyes and on overwhelming of thoughts going through her brain. Casem immediately felt the overwhelming sensations through their connection and saw the pain in Alexis’ face, the tears starting to form. She moved quickly and was kneeling in front of Alexis. “Stop it Alexis,” she cried. “Turn it off. Shut it down, or whatever it is you do. You’ve got to let it go now. Please.” Alexis tried to shut the connections. She tried to stop but she could not focus on one thing to help shut her off from everyone else. She opened herself and couldn't close herself off again. Alexis grasped her hands hard and drove her thoughts down the connection that they first formed. She focused her thoughts. ::Alexis! I’m here. Find me. Find me and focus on me. Just me. Just my thoughts. I’m right here.:: She poured all of her strength and love through the connection like a beacon. Alexis took a deep breath as if she had just come up from being underwater. The cool breeze ran through her flowing hair, “Thank you.” Alexis reached and hugged Casem, “Thank you for bringing me back.” Casem returned the embrace, “It was my pleasure.” She held as long as she thought Alexis would be comfortable with. Then she reluctantly let her go as she felt her pull away. Alexis pulled back, “Is something coming? I sensed darkness and confusion. But not fear. Perhaps a change. However, I am a bit rusty on my skills.” Then she said, “We should gather everyone for a Town hall. Let people clear their concerns. I will stand with you,” Alexis said, which was a rarity for her to be out among her crew. Casem smiled, “I think they’d all be happy to see you. I know I would.” She realized that she hadn’t let go of Alexis’ hand, enjoying the touch, such as it was, and how it held their emotional connection. She turned her head to look at Nathan, and suddenly was able to refocus. “Nathan, can you pass the word. I’m calling a town meeting. I want everyone there.” (Reply Marshall) (Posted by Al and Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3- 0945) Former CO Captain Alexis Swanson From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2026 12:18:21 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound - Schoolhouse - Former CO Captain Alexis Swanson 0945) Alexis pulled a stan of stray pair out od her face and tucks it behind her ear. “I love everyone’s thought of Bewulf. Strong and gallant. Such vivid imagery you have displayed." Alexis looked up and say her visitors. She nods at Leal. Long ago, Alexis has learned to turn off her abilities. Now she likes the quietness in her mind. “Alright class.” Alexis said with a huge smile. “I want you all to grab a box of supplies and I want to make a model of either the great hall, for Grendel’s Den.” Her Teachers apprentice took over for her as Alexas made her way to Leal and Marshall “Hi Alexis, you know Mr. Marshall, here,” she said. “Of course, he was one of the first born in our community. Right after the Solice’s Boy. Welcome to my place. Come let’s walkin the garden.” (reply Leal, Marshall) After theywere out of earshot of the children, Alexis sat in the garden classroom and crossed her legs. She motioned for the “So what is important to interrupt class?” (Reply Marshall) “I need your help with something,” Casem went on. “Have noticed a strange… feeling going around the community lately?” Alexis takes a breath. Aside from teaching, she usually keeps to herself except from the visits from Leal. And after her breakdown 15 years ago, she keeps her abilities locked away as well. Alexis looks both of them in the eyes, “As you know I limit myself from any activities regarding the community.” Taking a deep breath, she did hold a huger concern for her crew, “Can you elaborate more on this feeling? (reply Leal, Marshall) “What specifically are you asking me to do?” (reply Leal, Marshall) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 0946) Nathan Marshall From: bearcapps00 at yahoo.com (Bear Capps) Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2026 21:28:04 +0000 (UTC) Mission: HomecomingDay: 3Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound – Schoolhouse Garden – Nathan Marshall – 0946) Nathan didn’t sit right away. He glanced once back toward the doorway where the children’s voices carried faintly into the garden before lowering himself onto the bench. “It’s not fear,” he said carefully. “That’s the part that’s strange.” He rested his forearms on his knees, hands loosely clasped. “When something’s wrong here, people get tense. Quieter. Shorter with each other. This isn’t that. They’re… attentive. Like they’re listening for something they don’t know how to hear yet.” His eyes drifted briefly to the garden beds nearby, then back. “The systems feel the same. The air feels the same. The compound sounds the same.” He shook his head once. “But people are walking like they’re about to be called somewhere.” Nathan paused, searching for words that didn’t sound foolish out loud. “I don’t think it’s coming from us,” he said. “It feels like something outside us.” A small breath. “Like the moment before a storm when everything goes still.” He gave a slight, almost apologetic shrug. “I’ve just walked this place long enough to know when it feels different.” “What specifically are you asking me to do?” Swanson asked.  Nathan wasn't quite sure how to respond and looked to Leal for guidance.  (reply Leal, Swanson, any)(posted by Calvin) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I’m calling a town meeting. I want everyone there.” “Yes, ma’am.” He didn’t hesitate. He was already mapping the compound in his mind. “I know where to start. We’ll have everyone informed in minutes.” There was no pride in the statement, only certainty. Nathan paused long enough to meet her eyes. “If people are already feeling this, they’ll want direction.” Then he turned and moved quickly toward the schoolhouse. He didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to. A short, sharp whistle carried through the room. Several of the older children looked up at once. They watched him the way younger siblings watched an older brother, with trust built over years of small moments. Broken arguments settled. Panic eased. Hard truths delivered without cruelty. “Town meeting,” Nathan said. “Spread it. Every section. Every crew. No one misses it.” They didn’t ask why. They never did when his tone sounded like that. The group moved immediately, peeling off in practiced directions: agriculture, maintenance, power, habitat rings. The informal network they had built over years of necessity activated without hesitation. It had started as children passing messages to avoid disturbing the adults during crises. Over time, it had become something more efficient than any official system. Nathan watched them go for a moment, the strange tension in the air tightening instead of easing. Whatever was coming, it wasn’t waiting anymore. (reply any)(posted by Calvin) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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She knew exactly how difficult that was to reel her mind, and how much it hirt Alexis. “I knew you were strong enough.” Alexis looked at Casem, “I heard you more now than anything. You are my anchor. I appreciate that.” The Trill instinctively reached out to touch Alexis’ cheek, but stopped. This was hard enough and neither of them could afford to reopen that wound. Pulling her hand back tore at Casem’s heart. She just wanted to pull Alexis into her. “I am always here for you,” Casem said. “Always. You know that. You were brave to open up to begin with.” “What would I do without you?” Alexis commentented. “You asked for nothing in return, What can I do for you?” Casem blinked. Alexis knew what she wanted, but it was not possible. Before, it was not possible because Alexis was the commanding officer of the Auberjonois. Then it was not possible because she had to focus on organizing the crew into colonists. For a brief period of time they were able to connect. Be… more than friends. But as time progressed something wore away at Alexis’ safe guards and she began to lose control of her abilities. To save her sanity she had to withdraw into herself… telepathically, emotionally, and physically. Eventually Casem was the only one who still sought out her company, devoid of all emotional attachment. But Casem’s feelings remained. She couldn’t just turn it off, knowing that Alexis still need her to remain contented to life. She couldn’t help herself but reach up and touch Alexis’ face. “I ask for nothing because I already have what I need, right here. What do I want? You… alive. In whatever manner I can.” After Alexis had opened she decided to act on the feelings that Casem had. Alexis leaned in and rested her hand on Casem’s thigh, a bit close to her groin, she then reached in and kissed Casem. She quickly pulled away. “I would be lying if I said I did not feel the way we did before.” The touch made Casem catch her breath. The kiss, initially causing her eyes to widen, then shut as she accepted the sensation. Then it was gone. When Alexus began to speak Casem reached up and touched her lips with her fingers. “I know,” she said softly. “I know. But I also know that neither of us will be truly happy this way. For now… just for now, let’s just be friends. Good friends. And we will see what the future brings us.” Alexis backed back. Casem was right. She always is. “You are right. I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you…?” Alexis gestured to the door. Then she stood up. And slowly made her way to the back. To her bed. Piles and piles of pillows. It wasn’t the first time that Casem had been dismissed from Alexis’ quarters, but this one stung a great deal more. This time the tears she fought back were for herself. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as she watched her heart disappear into the bedroom. Then she shook herself. She had a job to get done. It would have been nice for them to show up to the meeting together, but she had no idea how that would affect either of them, or how the compound would react. There were some who still believed that Alexis had abandoned them when they needed her. She headed out the door stopping briefly at the entryway. She looked back to the dark room and whispered, “I love you.” Then she stealed herself and headed towards the town center. (reply none) (Posted by Al and Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1001) CMO- Lt. Mike Solice From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2026 20:20:20 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound - Medical Habitat - CMO- Lt. Mike Solice - 1001) As Mike stepped into the Medical facility he noted how quiet it was. These days there weren’t many real emergencies. People who’d been injured on the farm, overexhuberant kids, various allergic reactions. In the early days of the community there’d been a constant flow of patients. Many had been injured by the local flora and fauna. Clearing the compound by many who had never really worked a physical job and learning how to build things led to a constant flow of injuries. Power had been limited as well as supplies. And as those supplies dwindle so did patience and hope. Alexis Swanson had held them together with nothing less than an act of pure will. But that took a toll on her as well. Pretty soon physical ailments were being replaced by psychological and emotional trauma. That was really the hard times as it was always difficult to see if those counseling services were doing any good. However, over the last ten years everyone had settled into the routines of living and not just surviving. The kids helped with that. Everyone did what they had to to support the kids. So a quiet day, these days, was a nice reprieve, and nobody was going to jinx it. Suddenly Ben’s voice cut the silence, “Mike, Correct me if I am wrong but didn’t you tell me yesterday that you were going to spend your anniversary with your wife, locked in your room.” Mike smiled, “I did. But every time I leave you and Martin alone here I spend days recovering from it. I also needed to remind you that no matter how smart my son is, he is NOT a fully trained medical practitioner.” Martin looked up and stared, “Hey! I resemble that remark.” “I need to make sure you two stay out of trouble,” he declared. “So the hell are you here,” Ben cried. “There are no appointments today. Just me and the book I am working on. You know that cheesy romance novel I am writing, “Prophets of Love”. Your pagh sees troubled and I do not have to grab your ear to see that.” Ben stood from his seat and looked at Mike. Mike gave a half laugh at his old friend. Their friendship had only grown closer over the past twenty-five years. Then he looked seriously at Ben and dropped his voice level. “I had another dream about Quinna.” “Have you told Rachel you have been having more and more dreams about your girl? She would be abut what 31, 32?” Ben asked “31,” Mike said solidly. “31 years, 9 months, 27 days, 6 hours and…,” he looked at his chronometer, “38 minutes. Not that it’s been on my mind much. And no, I can’t talk to Rachel about it. Her rule is that they're both dead.” “I know she is the one that made the death rule,” said, “but you have to tell her. You need to talk to someone just as connected as you are.” “If it continues,” Mike nodded, “or gets worse, I’ll talk to her.” “What are you two being so secretive about over here? What’s getting worse?” Martin appeared out of nowhere. Mike startled and turned to his second youngest son and said, “Nothing… for your prying ears. And the only thing getting worse for you will moving from hospital duty to waste management if you stick anything into any more patients.” Martin looked hurt, “But dad, I saved his life.” “And that,” Mike’s said, gripping his shoulders, “is the only reason you’re still in here with me. Enjoy Shangrila while you can, my boy. And know that I love you.” He hugged his son. “You’re mothers going to come on here today to have someone look at her hands. That arthritis is real. At least ten minutes with the dermal regenerator at setting four. Don’t let her say no.” “Yes, sir,” Martin said with a smile. “Love you, son,” he said as he walked towards the exit. “Ben… I’ll keep you around too.” “Thanks?” Ben said as his friend left. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Damien Marcus, who had identified all the edible plants and animals on planet Aubie, and those that attempted to eat them, was nearby. David Aiden l, who had been charged with maintaining the peace in their community, sat in the front row with Nathan and his parents, Thomas and Petra. Both had been computer scientists who struggled to find a place in the community. What use were programmers on a world where there was little need for computers. Everyone was there, but everyone seemed… uncomfortable. As she approached the podium Casem saw why. Alexis was already there. Her heart skipped a beat seeing Alexis’ long red hair outlining her face. How she longed to gently sweep the locks across her right cheek behind her ear. Then she was reminded why everyone seemed ill at ease. This was one of a handful of public appearances that the former CO has made since her abdication. Nobody really knew how to feel about her being there. Casem knew how to feel, though. She stepped up to her and pulled her into a hug. “A woman of your word,” she said with a smile. “Of course I would be here. I promised.” Alexis said, but she also worried about Casem. She wanted to see her in action. Then Casem turned her attention to the gathering. “Thank you all for coming. Thanks to Nathan and his crew for getting this all organized. And thank you, Alexis, for joining us. It has come to my attention that there is a sense of… an impending occurance that seems to be running through everyone. Does anyone have anything to say about that?” So much for Lunch plans, or Anniversary plans. Rachel Solice was there. She was curious. She looked around the room seeing if anyone was going to say something, Rachel stood, “We have been here for 25 years. Nothing happens around here that would call for this. Can you be a little less vague? I see no one coming forth to confirm.” Rachel has become a cynic over the years. She was bitter about being there. Alexis stood, “Rachel, please. Your attitude is not helping.” When Alexis then turned to the group. “I have felt the pending thoughts. But I also feel no fear.” Now it was Mike’s turn to stand with his wife. “And so she speaks. Years of nothing and now you want to, what, lead us from the desert? Look, I get what you’re saying, Casem, and I can’t say that I’ve had a series of unexplainable anxiety attacks from certain crew members. But why are we putting everyone in a panic over it?” Casem held up her hands and smiled calmly, “Please, nobody said that there’s a reason for panic. However, your reports of the rise of the level of anxiety, and the sense that something is going to happen is exactly why we need to pull together.” She paused and they said calmly, “You’re right, Rachel, we have been here for 25 years, but in those years we have had reason to be wary of what we don’t understand. Our initial run-ins with the “moles” was such an instance. One that still exists today, but one we solved together. Now we have another unexplained phenomenon with this sensation. I hoped that if we shared that experience that it might ease all of our minds.” Grelek suddenly stood up, “Then allow me to be the first to speak.” He had been the only Vulcan on the crew, and normally very quiet. He had maintain his Vulcan sanity through his study of the wildlife of the planet, which he considered fascinating. He had even created a small zoological exhibit of the animals he’d discovered that were considered safe. “I was the first to seek out help from Dr. Solice,” he admitted. “The insistence in my my that something was coming became… distracting to me. It was almost as though a voice was speaking in my mind in a manner I could not comprehend. I was… vexed. I also felt that after sharing the experience my anxiety subsided.” Mike nodded. Having Grelek reveal his, in a Vulcan manner, indiscretion, was huge. And he had to agree with his summation that he seemed to feel more relaxed since his admission. “Anyone else?” Lela offered. (reply Nathan, Gunther, any) (posted by Al Muir w/ Cameo from Kris) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1102) Nathan Marshall From: bearcapps00 at yahoo.com (Bear Capps) Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2026 03:31:46 +0000 (UTC) Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound – Town Hall – Nathan Marshall – 1102) Nathan stayed seated at first, listening. He watched the room instead of the speakers. Their shifting posture, their hands folded too tightly, the way people kept glancing toward the doors without realizing it. When the silence stretched, he stood. “I don’t have an explanation,” he said. “But I agree it’s real.” His voice was steady and even. “It started with the younger ones. They’ve been restless. Asking more questions about outside. About what’s beyond the horizon. More than usual.” He paused. “They notice things before the rest of us do. They always have.” Nathan glanced briefly toward the children before looking back to the front. “This doesn’t feel like fear. If it were, we’d already know why. It feels more like… anticipation.” He let that settle. “We’ve spent twenty-five years learning the patterns here. Weather. Wildlife. Ground shifts. Pressure changes.” His jaw tightened slightly. “This feels like that. Something changing, whether we understand it or not.” He looked toward Casem. “So maybe the best thing we can do right now is prepare instead of guess.” He felt his pulse jump. “We could increase perimeter watches. Run full diagnostics on the habitat systems. Make sure everyone knows where they’re supposed to be if something does happen.” He added, almost as an afterthought, “It’ll give people something useful to focus on.” Nathan sat back down. 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Feeling of impending change….. distracted me to the point of almost becoming mole fodder.” He paused, he wasn’t use to speaking anymore. “Just hearing it mentioned instantly lightened the load.” He nodded showing his respect to the Vulcan. “And as grateful as I am, I’d like to hash out why we are all feeling this way, and at least be as proactive as we can be in preparing for the feeling we are all having.” (Reply any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) 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: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1126=29_Lt=2E_Commander_William_?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=9CGun=E2=80=9D_Gunther?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2026 17:21:00 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1126) Lt. Commander William Gunther Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (Planetfall Compound – Lt. Commander William “Gun” Gunther The security net vibrations pinged again and Gun took a slow silent breath. The hunter was here. But the hunter was being hunted. And Gun’s advantage was not strength, nor heightened senses nor cleverness. It wasn’t even the ability to do what was unpredictable. Instead it was the ability to build. To adapt to unexpected by covering one’s bases in the face of physical superiority. Another ping, another movement toward him. Definitely Inside the perimeter fence and under the ground. The weak point for the colony. They could not easily defend against attacks from beneath the ground, without colossal movement of stone, which was back breaking and beyond the colony at this time. Ping-ping-ping-ping, -Ohhhh Shiiii….- Gun thought in sudden panic as the ground erupted. Not in one place, not two. Three areas surrounding the bait exploded with dirt and soil. Clouds flew into the air. and not one but three tentacles set sprung from the ground, poisonous and mind-searing painful, life ending stingers in various places on the predators long and undulating, heat and electrical sensing extremities lashed out like a lightning strike sudden and inescapable. And far too close for any sane being’s liking. All that Gun had time to do was release the chord. And the tentacles smashed down, right on the bait. Less than a second later dozen of poisoned topped darts sharpened obsidian tips entered the tentacles. The creature erupted from the ground ready to grab its prey in its mouth and drag it back down to its burrowed tunnel. But it was already paralyzed and it didn’t even know its fate was already sealed. The predators wobbled then collapsed then in shudders died as their muscle failed them and they could not move even for breathing. Minutes later there was silence. He breaths calming his adrenaline, and saw the wriggling critters that he’d used as bait squiggling their way free. In the tree where he’d prepped the elaborate weapon delivery system, he congratulated himself. Painstakingly preparing each needle, inserting them in the delivery system so that he did not kill himself. He allowed himself the pride of success. And he gave a silent thank you to the boiled down secretions of the planets slug-like critters that oozed the paralyzing toxin. Their existence on this world had been the answer to fighting monsters they were too weak and too slow to otherwise defend against. The creatures pattern of attack was one more month then they’d be in hibernation until next year. If only he’d known before Soshi had died. If only he’d been able to… -No, don’t go there-. Once upon a time Lt. Commander William Gunther would have used tech and incredible replicators to secure a starship or establish intricate and superior defenses. Now he was the protector of the compound with the things his skills enabled him to fashion through crude chemistry and hand built design. And he would. Someone had to Keep the original crew and their children safe. He breathed out. Now, how to get the three monstrous creatures back in the ground and to seal the tunnels without getting hit by a stinger on a tentacle. He sighed. He was tired. He was happy to have tricked another predator instead of their superior senses heading toward the following the vibrations of the colony and having to raise the alarm. They used to come out of the ground unexpected and disastrously, snatching crew (well colonists now) before Guns crude seismic sensors could determine their incredible fast tunneling ability and direction. But he felt his chest. The anxiety of the hunt hadn’t abated. Usually it did. Usually it temporarily eased the guilt and intense emptiness of Soshi’s absence. -It still feels like something is coming.- he shuddered at the weight of the sensation. It created a sense of apprehension - Something heavy. Something changing. - Or maybe he just wanted to die, and be with Soshi. Well maybe both could be true. He thought Roth Prophets. What had they done to the crew was monstrous. And punitive. Proof that no beings should have so much power over the less equipped. He closed his eyes in the height of the tree the weak heat of the sun and the gentle breeze letting his drift temporarily in a safe spot. (Reply any) (Posted by tinmanjayc) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Even in their life of full medical technology, there was no cure that they knew of. Rachel looked up, “Soon, I just cannot do it tonight.” Ben then offered, “I can give you something for the pain.” Rachel protested, “No, it does not work and I do not want to waste resources for me. Honestly, I am having you check it out because Mike asked me to.” Ben acted wounded, “And here I thought you came for my charm.” (Reply any) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 1312) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2026 11:19:28 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (USS Cheron - Flight Deck - Commander Quinna Solice- 1312) With only 4 seats on the flight deck, Quinna was about to sit in the crew deck alone, but instead she entered the flight deck. There are small stairs between the pilot/copilot seats as a lower height than the Engineering and Security station. Quinna thought that was weird to have such a configuration but she was able to have a place to sit. Her hand resting on Michael’s head. All of a sudden everything became real. There was the ship. Her home for her first 7 years. There were a couple of lights on in the interior of the ship and the light that illuminated the registry of the ship on the exterior. Quinna stood. A wave of emotion rushed over her and a n audible gasp escaped her mouth. “Hail them,” Quinna ordered, and whispering to herself she said, “Mommy, Daddy please answer.” There was no answer, “Can we get any reading inside the ship? Life Forms, Atmosphere, living or …” a deep pause “...DNA signatures.” (Reply any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1403) MCO Major Sean Masters, Marine, 1LT Stom & Dr. Keats From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2026 11:03:32 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (USS Hades - Deck 22 Marine Detachment Office - MCO Major Sean Masters & Marine, First Lieutenant Stom - 1403) “ Where would you like to begin focusing our efforts in coordinating this drill, Sir ?” Stom asked Masters “Well it would help me to better know some of the things you were able to accomplish in past operations.” Sean admitted. “Distances, targets engaged…” Stom ran the number in his head. “ 86 percent of the operations I was involved in were beam in, move in.” Stom said as he thought. “ 4 operations were planet side shuttle drops 20 to 25 kilometers away from the target zone.” Stom paused “ First confirmed kill on one of those missions. An Orion, perfect angle, no wind just gravity and trajectory to work against.” Stom said and looked Masters in the eyes. “ 3.8 kilometers straight to his heart, quick death, Sir.” Stom said with a glimmer of a smile. “ Most operations however, beam in.” “We won’t always have the luxury of a beam in. I was thinking we could do a tactical jump.” Sean explained. “Get close enough with the drop ship, suits on, evac the air, gravity less than one tenth…” “ Sounds like one hell of a ride, Sir. We'd be like a swarm of angry hornets.” Stom said with a smile. “ Give the marines a chance to really work themselves out of a tight spot.” “Exactly!” “ We could have two rally points, here and here.” Stom said as he pointed at the holographic map and highlighted the designated zones. “ Once both teams make it out of the kill zone and to their designated rally points, team one will provide defense for team 2 to regroup for a second offensive strike into the kill zone to clear up any targets left. This would provide us with an opportunity to see how Private Howard is able to provide cover fire as a sniper, Sir.” Stom suggested. “I think our approach should be a bounding overwatch until phase line two,” Sean said, pointing to the holographic display. “Ensures that we have fifty percent of our weapons covering our advance until we reach our objective points.” “ I'm going to have Corporal Garland lead team 2 on the second wave offensive to retake the killzone, Sir.” Stom said. “Sounds good.” Sean answered. “Just before you came aboard I was reviewing the upcoming dossier. Must have been just before you got orders.” “ I'm urs you were surprised by the sudden transfer of a Ferengi, Sir.” Stom said “I’m sure I’m not the first person you surprised. I’m certainly not going to be the last, but I digress. I saw an incoming with Marine experience. Her skill set is something I don’t have on duty roster yet..” “ Marine turned to Fleet ? You don't see that often, Sir.” “I was going to invite her to chew some dirt with us.” Sean said. “ See what she remembers from her better days.” Stom cracked a smirk. “I’ll call her.” Sean said and pressed a key on the desk. “Major Masters to Lieutenant Keats.” =^=Keats.=^= Rosalynd tapped her commbadge, she knew Masters by name, not just by having looked through the ship's rosta, but she’d heard his name back when she was in the Corps herself. =^=Familiar name Major, if you don’t mind me saying, I saw that you were attached to the ship.=^= “That’s right, I’m the MCO here on the Hades. We have a training operation scheduled for tomorrow. I just happened to look at your record. You’ve got some Marine Corps green under your belt. Interested in chewing some dirt with us tomorrow?” =^=There is a hint of green in my ledger Sir yes, and it’d be an honour. I’m guessing that you’re down an HM Sir?=^= It had been a reasonable guess, there wouldn’t be many reasons that a Marine Major would be contacting her were it not for her skillset, her position had been Hospital Corpsman First class back when she’d been an E6. “Given both your Marine and Starfleet specialty that’s exactly what I’m calling you for. Our Corpsman slot currently stands empty. We’ve got an inbound, but they won’t make it here in time for the training cycle.” =^= I’d consider it an honour Major, If I have skills you need then it’d be nonsensical to refuse the invitation Sir.=^= “Honor or not, you'd be doing me a favor. As a bonus, we'll try to have a little fun on the way.” Sean said. =^= Sir, With your permission, if my mother yells at me about this then I’m going to say it was under duress Sir. =^= She wasn’t exactly joking, she knew how her mom would react when she heard that Roz was getting involved in the Marine Corps again. “You have my permission to blame me and say it was all my idea. I'll send along the op order once it's complete. I'd suggest packing, we leave tomorrow. If you want to check out the jump craft come on down any time to get a look at the gear we have. Surgical table, stasis board the works. You can put in requests for specific gear you believe we're lacking with CMO Dural. Wheels up is looking like tomorrow afternoon, but we'll give you an exact time line when it exists. Clear?” =^=Sir yes Sir. Keats out.=^= She closed the channel and sighed as she mused to herself with a somewhat whimsical smirk. “Meh, therapy was kinda boring anyway.” She returned to her duties, she was on the clinic rota. Stom looked at Masters. “ She didn't take much convincing, it seems she still remembers that no matter what color uniform she wears, she'll always be green, Sir.” Sean looked at the plan that they had assembled. It laid a solid groundwork for future training, working on the fundamentals; engagement, movement and communication. It also allowed the squad leaders room to work on their own command style in getting the objective done. “I think we're done here, unless you have anything to add?” “ I have nothing further to add.” Stom replied. “I'm going to head down to Tartarus to do a once over of the Cerberus, you're welcome to join.” Sean said. “ I'll join Sir, afterwards I want to meet Dr. Keats.” Stom suggested. The pair left the office and headed to the Marine hangar. (Reply none) (Posted by Rob, Mark and Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1503) CO, Captain Merek From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2026 09:51:09 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1503) “As you command, Commander Williams.” Keira watched as the Romulan woman bowed. Remembering stories from her father that it was commonplace on some of the more traditional Romulan commands. She smiled remembering some of her father's stories. “Captain?” "A shadow program." Keira announced. She dare not show favoritism. Having her walk around with the Captain would show undue influence. Sticking her with one individual would limit her learning potential as well. (Reply Delexa) "A colloquialism." Keira explained. "We'll give you some time with several of our command level officers. Commander Williams, Commander Jayc, Lieutenant Dogan, and the other department heads. Then we have a discussion on how to proceed." (Reply any) "Centurian Delexa will finish the shift with Commander Williams, Delta will be her rest period and personal time. Tomorrow she'll start with Lieutenant Dogan for Alpha shift, Lieutenant Alouron in Engineering for Beta shift, which should put her on station for our Coaxial Drive tests. After the tests a double rest period Delta and Alpha, Beta shift with Sickbay with Lieutenant Dural followed by Delta shift with Commander Jayc to round it off." (Reply any) "Her preferences will be taken into account, I'm not ruling out anything at this juncture. The point is for the Centurion to learn, I'm not taking away any opportunity." Keira said evenly. (Reply Ire, Delexa, any) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (3 - 1515) CO, Captain Keira Merek From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2026 22:51:46 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 3 Stardate: 2446.10.18 (USS Hades - Deck 1- Bridge- CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1515) “Please excuse the interruption. I just wanted to turn in the reports on sensors and exterior ship components involved in the upcoming co, the test.” "Is this cross-referenced between departments?" Keira asked, glancing at the reports looking for obvious outliers. She handed the PADD back to the owner. “Yes I cross correlated with both engineering and operations. DOTS AND combined engineering and science teams completed the minor corrections and We are go.” Keira watched as Jayc transferred the files for the XO. (Reply Ire if you want) "Excellent." Keira said. "Commander Jayc let me introduce Centurion Delexa, our exchange officer from the Romulan Republic. She'll be attached to us to learn some of our procedures and systems. She will be shadowing your shift on the twentieth after a shift with Dural in sickbay." “It’s a pleasure to meet you Centurion. Feel free to reach out while you are here.” He yawned again. “If you don’t mind I am several hours passed getting to bed. I have Delta shift tonight. Oh and Commander I’ll be ready for our normal meeting go anything you want to go over. Normal coffee? Or ractijino?” (Reply Ire, Delexa) “Good night. And again welcome.” He nodded and turned toward the turbo lift. "Any questions from either of you?" Keira asked. (Reply Ire, Delexa) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. 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Have I missed something?” ~How am I so lucky to get a chief of security to take their job this seriously.~ Keira mused. “I was going to point out, Delaxa said, “that I am surprised by the immense showing of welcome and even more surprising than that, the level of transparency with which has been shown to me.” Looking at Cal she added,“You were standing at the security tactical terminal, keeping a watchful eye, which is commendable. I assume you are Lieutenant Dogan, the Chief of Security.” “I am,” Cal's gravely voice tumbled. “And where else would one assume I would be?” He paused for a moment and leaned forward, “How is you know my name?” With a swift movement of her hand Dahr said, “Your name was on the bridge duty list on the command chair’s mission critical interface computer. From the gathered information I deduced who you were and since you have alluded to not knowing what is currently happening. I would be happy to provide you with any and all information on behalf of the Captain to answer your inquiries, and clear up any discrepancies, Lieutenant Dogan.” Without taking his eyes off the woman he tilted his head slightly, as if in thought. Then he spoke. “I prefer to hear explanations from those I have asked… and whose word I trust. Captain?” "Her orders came in with the Starfleet transport ship, the USS Princeton. Her orders were marked for me directly." Keira explained. "By protocol they should have been forwarded to you, as they are not classified for my eyes only." (Reply Dogan) "I'll remedy that." Keira said reaching to the spare command chair console, to avoid reaching over Ire who had the bridge at that moment, she entered in some commands forwarding the orders to the Security Chief. "You are free to ask as many questions as allowed by protocol. Assuming she's not under suspicion for any crime." Keira said. (Reply Dogan) "The Centurion is to be afforded the respect and *responsibilities* of an officer of her station. She is an exchange officer so her clearance is *need to know*." Keira answered. (Reply Dogan, Delexa, any on bridge) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1000, 1010) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2026 12:55:53 -0600 NPRG: First time posting to both mailers. Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades -- Deck 2 -- Guest Quarters -- Commander Quinna Solice -- 1000) Quinna spent the morning checking and rechecking everything. Her black away bag took most of the attention. She stopped a moment as her head started to throb. Quinna ignored it but became extremely frustrated as she noticed that an older model sub derman generator was in her bag. It had been a while since she practiced medicine. She announced to the room, not paying attention if anyone was there, “I am going to sickbay to see if there is updated equipment.” and she walks out. (USS Hades -- Medical promenade - Commander Quinna Solice -- 1010) Quinna strolled into the med area. She hoped that she would be able to take care of her needs. She rolled her neck and could hear the popping of her neck bones. Something that always happens with a headache. However she need to take care of getting the updated equipment before fixing her brain. “Excuse me, can I get some help?” Quinna asked and introduced herself informally, “I’m Quinna.” (Reply Any) “It appears that the med kit I have contains an older subdermal regenerator. Could I borrow one of the newer one that has been issued?” Quinna felt embarrassed not checking before leaving the station.” (Reply any) “Thank you.” Quinna says. (Reply Any) Quinna then took a deep breath, “Now that the team is prepared, can you give me something for a headache, It is rather throbbing?” Quinna asked. When thinking of Quinna, she models the old adage that Doctors make the worst patients. (Reply any) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: ( 4 - 1012) CMO Lt. Dural Methor DrPH From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2026 12:38:43 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1012) “Excuse me, can I get some help?” Quinna asked and introduced herself informally, “I’m Quinna.” "C-c-c Commander?" The young man stuttered. "I hope I can help you." Dural saw the medical technician greet their guest doctor, watching the poor kid stuttering and moved to help. “It appears that the med kit I have contains an older subdermal regenerator. Could I borrow one of the newer one that has been issued?” Quinna felt embarrassed not checking before leaving the station.” "It's fine." Dural said with a smile, he held out the asked for regenerator. "It's on the house Doctor Solice." “Thank you.” Quinna says. "You look rather prepared..." Dural started and saw discomfort on the young doctor's face. "..is there something else?" Quinna then took a deep breath, “Now that the team is prepared, can you give me something for a headache, It is rather throbbing?” Quinna asked. "Any allergies?" Dural asked. (Reply Quinna) "Is this a chronic problem, or something new?" Dural asked. (Reply Quinna) Dural snapped open a medical tricorder. "Hmmm.." (Reply Quinna) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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My initial thought is stress, but those I can usually control as well.” Dural snapped open a medical tricorder. "Hmmm.." “Hmmm what?” Quinna asked. “I am not sure I like that ‘hmmm’ of yours.” (Reply Methor) “I am supposed to leave in about 2 hours. Can’t you please administer some just tripacederine? Just to ease the pain. I would do it but… Your ship, Your credentials. Mine won’t let me.” (Reply Methor) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1016) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2026 10:17:49 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1016) “Hmmm what?” Quinna asked. “I am not sure I like that ‘hmmm’ of yours.” "Just an unexpected variable," the Cardassian assured her. " Take me maybe three hours to lock them down... four tops." “I am supposed to leave in about 2 hours. Can’t you please administer some just tripacederine? Just to ease the pain. I would do it but… Your ship, Your credentials. Mine won’t let me.” "Physician heal thyself..." Dural said with a disappointed look. "Conflict of interest." (Reply Quinna) "I'm not questioning your integrity," Dural assured her, loading a hypo. "Just urging you to be careful, and if you wanted privileges you could have just asked." (Reply Quinna) "Tripacederine at thirty micrograms per milliliter, one and one half mil for a dose of forty-five micrograms." Dural answered. (Reply Quinna) He handed her the hypo after the injection. "Keep the hypo. It's a ten mil vial. Allows for repeat doses, should you need." (Reply Quinna) "Am I not benevolent?" Dural said with a smile. "You can take it PRN, but no more than once in a twelve hour period. Otherwise you risk toxicity. Renal and hepatic involvement, it's best if you don't go down that path." (Reply Quinna) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1018) Commander Quinna solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2026 21:31:01 -0600 NPRG: Quinna is having headaches because I am having one all week. Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - Commander Quinna Solice - 1018) "Physician heal thyself..." Dural said with a disappointed look. "Conflict of interest." “Who, me?” Quinna smiled, “I would never, Well I would never…” But Quinna "I'm not questioning your integrity," Dural assured her, loading a hypo. "Just urging you to be careful, and if you wanted privileges you could have just asked." Letting out a sigh of relief, Quinna relaxed, “Thank-you, this mission is important to me. I am afraid if we do not leave, we are going to miss our window.” "Tripacederine at thirty micrograms per milliliter, one and one half mil for a dose of forty-five micrograms." Dural answered. The medicine spray helped. Though the headache was still there and it will take time to fully take effect, there was some relief to the pain. He handed her the hypo after the injection. "Keep the hypo. It's a ten mil vial. Allows for repeat doses, should you need." “You are a saint.” Quinna took hold of the offered "Am I not benevolent?" Dural said with a smile. "You can take it PRN, but no more than once in a twelve hour period. Otherwise you risk toxicity. Renal and hepatic involvement, it's best if you don't go down that path." “I will use it sparingly. I usually do.” Quinna thought for a moment, she also has moments that her labido has been in overdrive, “I will be back on the Hades. When I come back, I don’t know when but I have a ship to return, but when I do, how about you fix my brain?” (reply Methor) “I will message you when I return.” (Reply Methor) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1019) CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2026 22:21:41 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Main Sickbay - CMO, Lt. Dural Methor DrPH - 1019) “I will use it sparingly. I usually do.” Quinna had paused for half a beat and then spoke again. “I will be back on the Hades. When I come back, I don’t know when but I have a ship to return, but when I do, how about you fix my brain?” "Neurology is not my forte, so no guarantees. " Dural warned her with a cautionary finger, " but I promise a full set of scans and, I may know a few people. Call me the hour you step foot back on the Hades. Any shift." “I will message you when I return.” Dural nodded with a smile as she walked out to her mission. (reply none) NRPG: Tying up loose ends. -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. 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Taking a deep breath, Quinna stood and grabbed her PADD. She opened her check lists and took the quiet time to check everything. Her heart started to pound a bit. The momen she had longed for the last 25 years was about to happen. She felt like she was 7 again, returning to that little girl that felt abandoned. (Reply Team. Who will be the first to join her?) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: Repost (4 - 1030) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2026 22:41:22 -0600 NPRG: Sorry it is amazing how one little 3 letter word can change things. Sorry this is the real post. Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Captain’s Yacht - Commander Quinna Solice - 1030) Quinna sat in the front seat of the Yacht. Crews were bringing in the equipment and Quinna needed to Inventory but before she started, she sent a reminder message to Toks, Weston, Green, Wednesday. “This is a reminder, please be at the Yacht by 1130. We depart at 1200.” Quinna thought about what Methor had told her and decided to NOT disclose that to anyone. Especially to Michael. She knew he would at least hover. Taking a deep breath, Quinna stood and grabbed her PADD. She opened her check lists and took the quiet time to check everything. Her heart started to pound a bit. The momen she had longed for the last 25 years was about to happen. She felt like she was 7 again, returning to that little girl that felt abandoned. (Reply Team. Who will be the first to join her?) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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So, of course, every engineering cadet tried to find whatever they could about it but whatever source outside of the academy they could. Wednesday had been horrified by what she had learned, understanding why it had been abandoned. This, in front of her, was a much better option, and learning these systems, as archaic as they may seem, was much easier to obtain. She’d been following the teachings of Bohb by simply learning the systems by experience. Take them apart and put them back together, hopefully correctly, without having spare parts at the end. The injector system had been the final item. Her comm badge chirped, =^=This is a reminder. Please be at the yacht by 11:30. We depart at 12:00.=^= Wednesday tapped her comm badge, “Roger that, Commander.” She sat back and stretched her legs. It had been different for her to create a friendship with Raven, but this was where she’d been the most comfortable, hip deep in the math behind the engineering, relying on her own skills. Looking at the chronometer on her PADD she stood up. “Computer, end program,” she ordered. The pieces disappeared followed by the room. She was left in the empty hologrid. Closing her eyes she took a breath and said softly, “Sweet mother protect us all.” Wednesday could sense the energy in the universe around her and smiled. She could sense the universe on their side and gave a prayer of thanks, then left the holodeck. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Do you need anything from me?” (Reply Toks) “If you give me 10 minutes to finish checking the cargo, I will meet you on the flight deck for the prelaunch checklist.” Quinna smiled. (reply Toks) (Posted by Kris B.) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1040) SFI DD Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2026 15:02:22 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Deck 14- Shittlebay - SFI DD Michael Weston - 1040) “Did I hear systems reprogramming?” Michael asked as he stepped into the chamber. “Now you’re talking my language.” He moved past Toks and beside Quinna. Henrecent behavior had left him some concern which was only heighten by her sudden departure earlier and not returning to their quarters. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk. And every time he attempted he was met with Quinna’s amped libido, which, if he were Jo est, wasn’t the worst problem he could have had. He leaned over and planted a kiss on Quinna’s cheek. “How’s the headache?” (reply Quinna) He stood up and looked at Toks, “T’xen, how are you doing? I gotta wonder what you know about the Auberjonois that you might be permitted to tell us. Is this event even chronicled in the annals of history?” (reply Toks) The two had managed to strike the semblance of a friendship over the past weeks, such as two men such as they could, keeping a healthy mental distance. (reply Toks) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Once the flight deck had been abandoned to them he turned and looked at Quinna with concern. “Are you sure you’re alright? I’m worried about you.” “I am getting that knot in my stomach. Finally going to get some of my questions answered. I am afraid of what I will find, or what I won’t find.” Quinna paused for a moment, “However the headache is gone for now.” Quinna moved closer to Michael sitting in the pilot seat. Michael reached over and touched Quinna’s cheek. “I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling. At least I know what happened to my father.” He refused to use the word dad when describing his own father. That implied a familiarity that the two had never shared. “But I’m here for you, for… whatever you might need. Or just support." “One of the many reasons I brought you.” Quinna said as she returned the gesture. "I think the others need to know the reason why we are going,” she continued. Michael nodded, “That might be a good idea. It could give them some perspective of your involvement. But I’m sure they’d all be fine knowing that they are going to rescue Federation citizens, and Starfleet officers. However, having a personal connection is a great motivator.” ‘You don’t think they will mutiny and turn this ship around?” Michael chuckled, “First of all, no, I don’t think Wednesday would mutiny, and Raven is looking to belong, so she’d be in. I think Tom’s Simon for the adventure and wouldn’t care. Me… I might give you a spanking, but only afterwards.” “I am going to hold you to that promise.” Quinna then moved over until she was in Michael’s lap. She put her arms around Michael, she whispered in his ear, “Tell me I am doing the right thing.” Michael smiled and brushed her cheek with his lips, “Sitting in my lap? Can’t go wrong, but we might give the kids an education.” His head indicated to the trio in the back. “Oh, you mean with this mission. Absolutely. One way or another, you need answers and the only way to find them is to solve the mystery. Solving mysteries is always the right thing.” (Reply Any) (Posted by Al M, and Kris B.) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1125) Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2026 20:52:48 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Deck 13 - Shuttlebay - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams -1125) Wednesday stepped into the Cheron only to find that she was the last to arrive. At first she was confused, as the call was to arrive at 11:30 and she was five minutes early. Michael Weston she could understand. It was cute how in love they were. They tried hard to hide it on Freedom, but here, away from familiar and prying eyes they seemed more at ease with each other. She went to Raven and gave her a little hug. “Hi, Raven. Sorry I’ve been busy.” (reply Green) Then she nodded to the Chameleoid. “Mr Toks.” She moved to him and whispered, “Am I late?” (reply Toks) Finally she went to the bridge station to find Michael Weston sitting in the copilot seat with Commander Solice. “Commander,” she said shyly, “I’m sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. I didn’t realize everyone was going to come early.” (reply Solice, Toks, Gteen) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1037 to 11:40)Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2026 18:09:14 -0600 NPRG: Quinna is the type of person that when in command, she wants to perform every task at least once. She takes her job seriously. ALso the whole time this is me being a highschool teacher that teaches high level students that do not know how to tell time without a digital clock. Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Hades - Deck 14, Shuttle Bay – Commander Quinna Solice -10:37 to 11:40) “If you give me 10 minutes to finish checking the cargo, I will meet you on the flight deck for the prelaunch checklist.” Quinna smiled. “Mr. Jayc helped me with that earlier. He also allowed me to borrow some isolinear chips in case we have to do some on the spot computer reprogramming that the system should recognize.” He held up a small box. “Well I can assume you beat me here then. Good job. Carry on.” Quinna moved back to the cargo area to finish her checks. She had looked forward to doing everything. Perhaps next mission she went on. Quinna then turned when she heard another member of the team arrived. She wondered if her team knew how to tell time. She turned to see Ms. Green showed up. The Lieutenant waved at Quinna as she walked by. “Welcome aboard,” Quinna greeted. And on cue, Quinna saw Michael enter. “Did I hear systems reprogramming?” Michael asked as he stepped into the chamber. “Now you’re talking my language.” Quinna shook her head, under her breath Quinna said, “So much for a quickie before departure.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on Quinna’s cheek. “How’s the headache?” “Better, got relief.” Quinna turned and faced all three of the, “Ok, so I see we are going to have to have a staff development on how to tell time. I am here early to check the cargo, doing a walk around of the ship and to start pre-mission flight checks. Something that I planned but my question is, why are you all here an hour early?” (Reply Toks, Green, Weston) Quinna shook her head, “Well since all prelaunch is done, we wait. 1200 departure will not be changed Early. Everyone find a good book because now you are here, i am not letting you go.” Quinna grabbed her PADD waved it” (Reply Toks, Green, and Weston) About an hour later, Ms. Adams arrived. She entered and addressed Raven, then t’xenWednesday stepped into the Cheron only to find that she was the last to arrive. At first she was confused, as the call was to arrive at 11:30 and she was five minutes early. Michael Weston she could understand. It was cute how in love they were. They tried hard to hide it on Freedom, but here, away from familiar and prying eyes they seemed more at ease with each other. She went to Raven and gave her a little hug. “Hi, Raven. Sorry I’ve been busy.” (reply Green) Then she nodded to the Chameleoid. “Mr Toks.” She moved to him and whispered, “Am I late?” (reply Toks) Finally Adams addresses Quinna. “Commander,” she said shyly, “I’m sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. I didn’t realize everyone was going to come early.” “Ms. Adams, that makes two of us not planning one everyone being early. At least I now two of us can tell time.” Quinna laughed a bit. Then she stood, “Ok, everyone, it is 11:40. We are slated to leave in 20 minutes. That is our departure time. No sooner. At 12:30, Lets reconvene as I can give more specific details to the mission.” (reply Weston, Toks, Green, and Adams) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1230) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2026 20:37:51 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446-10-18 (USS Cheron - Crew Deck – Commander Quinna Solice -1230) Quinna sat at the crew cabin alone. Toks at the pilot seat and Michael claiming the co-pilot seat. It made sense that Raven would be at the security console and Wednesday at the Engineer console. This in turn gave Quinna alone time to think about what to say. When 1230 came, so did the crew. “Okay—here’s the rest of it. You may be wondering why we’re on retrieval duty. When the ship disappeared twenty-five years ago, it was on a classified mission through the wormhole. Just before that, we had a week of shore leave on Bajor—the best family vacation we ever had. My father and I spent a day with my godfather, Ander Benjamin, a Bajoran doctor who served with him. His brother was a Vedek, and the three of us visited a Bajoran temple together. I spent the first seven years of my life aboard that ship. My father was the CMO. My mother was the lead holodeck engineer—brilliant at her work. She could take planetary readings and turn them into fully realized holodeck environments so the team could understand a world before setting foot on it.” Quinna took a slow breath. “When the ship left, I was stranded on DS9 with my brother. I cried for days. But the ship remembered me—I received a message.” She paused, steadying herself. “I know this is personal, but I think it’s only fair you understand why this mission matters so much to me.” Quinna looked at Michael for support. (Replies Weston, Green, Toks, Adams) (posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1233) Ensign Wednesday Adams, Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2026 16:10:39 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - USS Cheron - Flight Deck - Engineering Officer - Ensign Wednesday Adams, Michael Weston and Commander Quinna Solice- 1233) Everyone had assured Wednesday that her timing was fine, but her insecurity kept picking away at her. She took a breath and centered her energy. Commander Solice reminded everyone that departure time was 1230 hours and they’d reconvene then, whatever that meant. Wednesday hadn’t planned on leaving the ship. She made her way to the engineering station and turned on the holographic displays of the power systems and the warp engines. For the next half hour she reconfigured her displays to her liking, ensuring she had immediate access to power grid, weapons and star drive. Now she could go over the systems and was surprised to find the engines were capable of far more than she would have expected for a ship that size. This ship could push warp 9.9 if needed. She’d love to see the configuration of their warp core. But now is not the time for that. She pulled up the shield configurations and noted something different. Was that an ERS signature? There was a buffer that had the capacity to store energy into a temporary capacitor so that it could return it to its source. It was amazing. The weapons systems were, oddly enough, the least sexy system in the ship. It was an odd combination of Federation and Romulan systems, but as she had always thought, weapons of destruction were just that, weapons of destruction. 1230 hours came quickly and an alarm sounded on her panel. Wednesday got up and moved back to the flight deck area. She listened as Commander Solice explained her situation with this mission. The disappearance of the Auberjonois altered the course of her life. Wednesday could feel the pain from her as she spoke of losing her parents. But then she sensed the joy of the universe as that event and her subsequent upbringing lead the Commander to be the woman that she was today. Strong, vibrant and caring. The Goddess was truly amazing. The Wiccan looked at the others who took it all in stride. Director Weston was the k my one to speak up. “I think I can speak for everyone by saying that we are all here for you and understand your position. We’re going to do everything we can to figure out what happened to your family.” As the others left Wednesday stepped up to the Solice and said, "Commander… I’d like to give you a hug, if I may.” Quinna was a bit relieved, “I will take it.” Quinna remembered about being a square on Iluminar bingo when the young lady was a Cadet. The girl threw her arms around the older woman and poured her positive energy into her. As they separated she said, “I know the universe is with us, and with you.” She turned to leave then suddenly stopped. Turning back she looked at the couple and looked shyly. “Commander, would you mind if I did something? Sort of a… ritual. The other cadets called it a spell.” She shrugged. “Well, Ensign, I can only help.” Quinna said. Wednesday pulled a small black bag out of her pocket and hung it around her neck. She made a sign with her hands and drew a symbol in the air. The energy in her body tingled. She breathed slowly for three breaths and spoke softly. “Elements of the Sun, Elements of the Day, Please come this way. Powers of Night and Day I summon thee, I call upon thee, to protect me and mine. So mote ít be. Goddess look over us and hold to thy breast. Keep us safe until we rest.” She breathed again then looked back at Weston and Solice, then giggled. “To be honest I should have been naked, but I wasn’t sure that would have been appropriate, considering the circumstances. We should be safe, as long as our purpose is good.” With that she disappeared to the rear of the ship. Michael looked at Quinna with a raised eyebrow. “Oddly enough, I feel safer.” Quinna looked around the group. She looked at Raven and Toks, “Do you two have any issues, given how personal this mission turned out to be?” (Reply Toks and Green) (posted by Al Muir/ Cameo by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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It had some pretty nifty accoutrements; a Romulan style cloaking tech, but not a device. The cloaking ability was actually built into the systems of the ship. Interesting, It gave the ship the capacity to raise shields and fire weapons, while remaining in cloak. It was an intriguing blend of Federation and Romulan technologies. After playing with the Cheron’s systems for almost an hour Michael checked on their progress to find the Auberjenois in sensor range, He was about to go back and check on Quinna when she appeared on the flight deck. She took the seat behind him and touched his head gently. Michael turned to her and smiled. “We’re coming in range of the Auberjenois.” Michael said. He could feel her hand tense up. “Hail them,” Quinna ordered. She was now in command mode. He touched the comm icon on the holodisplay, ignoring her whispers, “This is the USS Cheron calling the USS Auberjenois.” There was no reply. “Can we get any reading of inside the ship? Life forms, atmosphere, living or… DNA signatures?” He made some adjustments to the sensors then faced Quinna again. “No sign of life. However, life support systems are running, and appear to have been running for… a long time. The air seems… fresh. All power systems seem to be running. I think I can access their systems and open their docking bay, if that's how we want to go in.” (reply Solice, Toks, Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1313) SFI DD Michael Weston From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir) Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2026 09:15:01 -0800 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Flight Deck - USS Cheron - SFI DD Michael Weston - 1313) Michael shrugged as Quinna made her decision. He was disappointed that he didn’t get to employ his skills to hack into the Auberjonois’ systems, but he understood the caution. “Whatever you say, boss,” he said with a supportive smile. “Let’s make it happen,” Quknna said, with authority. Michael suppressed a chuckle and looked at Toks, who was returning his look. Without a word the Takaran maneuvered the ship into place. It took a little time, but thirty minutes later there was a hum and a thunk as the maglock activated, holding them in place. “She’s no Matai,” Toks said, “but Cheron’s a beauty of a shuttle.” Michael shrugged, “Give her time. She’s just a baby shuttle, after all. She’s got some growing to do still.” With that they got out of their seats and moved to the back crew deck of the shuttle. He looked at Quinna then at Wednesday and Raven, standing together, Finally he addressed Toks. “I already set the Cheron’s sensors to lock on our comm badges, so if there's a problem hauling our butts out of there, simultaneously, should be a piece of cake.” (reply Toks) He looked at the others and smiled, “Well, here we go.” He nodded at Toks and nodded, “Energize.” The room disappeared in the haze of the transporter effect. (reply none) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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We know the ship hasn’t behaved with standard protocol and we do not know what’s happening in the Ship and because we don’t know what the ship will do, docking and opening the hangar sets us up for possible loss of Cheron and possible entrapment in the hangar bay.” Toks looked at Quinna. “It invert the Cheron a magnetically coupled on the dorsal section of the saucer and beam absorbs. Someone stays on Cheron with transporter lock On the team incase of issue.” (Reply any) Posted by tinmanjayc We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1316) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2026 10:39:42 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – Commander Quinna Solice- 1316) When it came to the next step, boarding the ship, Quinna was not the first to speak. "Docking is probably the better plan. Beaming into an unknown situation is dangerous,” Green suggested. Toks weighed in. “I would disagree, respectfully of course. There is too much uncertainty to approach this with standard protocol of ship rescue/salvage. We know the ship hasn’t behaved with standard protocol and we do not know what’s happening in the Ship and because we don’t know what the ship will do, docking and opening the hangar sets us up for possible loss of Cheron and possible entrapment in the hangar bay.” Toks looked at Quinna. “It invert the Cheron a magnetically coupled on the dorsal section of the saucer and beam absorbs. Someone stays on Cheron with transporter lock on the team incase of issue.” Quinna thought about that for a moment. “Mr. Toks, Lets do it.” Quinna then talked to everyone else. “Once aboard, we need to make an assessment. Ms, Green, I want you to go with Ms. Adams to Engineering. Make an assessment. Mr. Weston and I will secure the bridge.” Quinna turned back to Toks, “If things are optimal, we can discuss bringing the Cheron on board and you join us.” (Reply any) Quinna notices the light on in one of the crew cabins. “Lets beam in here. We know there is power, and life support has been established.” (Reply Any) “Ok” and here is Quinna phrase, “Lets make it happen” Just like commanders of the past where Pike says “Hit it” and Piccards, “Make it so” (Reply any) (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1317=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2026 13:52:31 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1317) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1317) “Mr. Toks, Lets do it.” Quinna then talked to everyone else. “Once aboard, we need to make an assessment. Ms, Green, I want you to go with Ms. Adams to Engineering. Make an assessment. Mr. Weston and I will secure the bridge.” Quinna turned back to Toks, “If things are optimal, we can discuss bringing the Cheron on board and you join us.” Toks nodded his acceptance of the command. (Reply any) Toks nod Quinna notices the light on in one of the crew cabins. “Lets beam in here. We know there is power, and life support has been established.” Toks looked at the crew quarters light. There was a spot near the saucer and drive section joined close enough for good transport lock. He glanced at Weston then engaged impulse at 1/64 and inverted Cheron. In the unchanging movement in the shuttle the viewport looked like the universe was turning on it’s access and the Auberjenoix seemed to flip off its balance line. He cut impulse and used navigation thrusters to begin magnetic landing. As long as Cheron had power only a phaser on the landing gear was loosening them. After a short time there was a gentle clink as the landing gear met starship hull and sealed. “She’s no Marai, but Cheron’s a beauty of a shuttle,” he said admiringly.” (Reply any) Posted by tinmanjayc We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284_-_1318=29_Special_Agent_T=E2=80=99xe?= =?utf-8?q?n_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2026 14:28:19 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1318) Special Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Cheron Flight deck – SFI/TI- T’Xen Toks- 1318) “I already set the Cheron’s sensors to lock on our comm badges, so if there's a problem hauling our butts out of there, simultaneously, should be a piece of cake.” Toks nodded. “I noticed. Be careful. The ship doesn’t feel like a tomb. It feels like it was frozen in time. Like a time capsule.” Weston got up after a pause and smiled, “Well, here we go.” He nodded at Toks and nodded, “Energize.” Toks moved over to operations and activated the sequence., watching the others dematerialize. Then he sat and started monitoring sensors, the team, and ship systems looking for any subtle unexpected changes. (Reply any) (Posted by tinmanjayc ) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1345) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2026 16:59:11 -0600 NPRG: Here we are. New Location Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Auberjonois - Captain’s Quarters – Commander Quinna Solice- 1345) Quinna stood with her eyes closed. She felt the reintegration of her body after the transport. She smelt it first. Lilacs. The captain loved Lilacs. She always had the scent pumped into the room. She stood there with her eyes still closed. She could feel warmth next to her. Michaels. Opening her eyes, she could see a wall of pictures. Quinna moved closer, “Families of the ship.” Taking a deep breath, Captain Swanson,” She turned to Michael, “Captain Alexis is what she had the kids call her,” then back to the group, “Loved the families and all the kids. There were 20 children onboard. Only three of us, left with no parents to go home with. Basically orphaned. Ander Narren, Peston my brother and myself.” Quinna bit her lower lip. “Ok lets get this ship secured. They exited to a lit corridor, “Ms Adams, Ms, Green. Keep your comms open. We will relay through the Cheron” (Reply Green and Adams) As soon at Green and Adams went Quinna turned to Michael. “Lets find our way to the bridge.” (reply Weston) A few steps later Quinna stops at another crew door. The door is labeled Solice. 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He watched as she squared her shoulders and turned to face them. “Ok, let's get this ship secured. Ms Adams, Ms Green, keep your comms open. We will relay through the Cheron.” “Yes, ma’am,” Wednesday replied. “Let’s go Raven.” Wednesday took out her PADD and pulled up the map of the ship. They headed out the door. Then Quinna turned to Michael, “Let’s find our way to the bridge.” Michael nodded and lead the way out into the corridor. As they walked down the hall he noted that Quinna had stopped outside of a door. As she stepped away he noted the name. Solace. This was going to be a hard mission for her. She walked past him and stopped in front of the turbolift. When the door opened he took hold of her hand and pulled her inside. (USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge – SFI DD - Michael Weston - 1348) The door opened and the quiet ride ended. He stepped out onto the bridge. It was eerie. The sounds of the ship's systems working hit him, as did the emptiness of the chamber. He half expected someone, anyone, to appear from wherever they were hiding. “Olly, olly, oxen free,” he said softly under his breath. When nobody jumped out, he shrugged and moved over to the Ops station first. Sitting down he activated the monitor and scanned the data. Turning his head he looked at Quinna, “Well, it looks like all of the systems are functional. It’s almost as if the ship had been in stasis for the past twenty-five years.” Then he paused, “Look at this time stamp.” (reply Quinna) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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This ship looks like the day I…” He let it go as he found the systems controls he was looking for. He tapped his comm badge. “Weston to Toks,” he called out, "everything seems clear here. I am opening the bay doors. Let’s bring the Cheron inside so we don’t scratch its precious paint job.” (reply Toks) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: =?utf-8?q?=284-1348=29_SFI/TI__-_Specisl_Agent_T?= =?utf-8?q?=E2=80=99xen_Toks?= From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC) Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2026 18:33:27 -0500 SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4-1348) SFI/TI - Specisl Agent T’xen Toks Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Cheron -Flight Deck – SFI/Temporal Special Agent - T’xen Toks - 1351) Tix monitored the sensors and checked and rechecked the library computer. According to the auberjenois records the level of platter/antimatter was inconsistent with the level with a ship gone for twenty-five years, even on lowest consumption was nearly identical. Of course. In fact, he’d run the analytics, thanks to his Vulcan ancestors, in the back of his mi d while he monitored. It was consistent with impulse and the warp from the wormhole. Very little else. Senors showed they’d moved to the bridge and engineering respectfully with short stops along he way. solice’s readings had fluctuated, likely emotional responses to being back on the ship of her childhood and the responses that would bring. His memories of his great grandmother, a successful therapist was quite interested, and he let that part of his gene memory continue to pontificate as he did a quick of the tactical scans of surrounding space. =^=Weston to Toks,” the deputy director’s voice came over coms, =^=everything seems clear here. I am opening the bay doors. Let’s bring the Cheron inside so we don’t scratch its precious paint job.” Toks cha fed chairs and his fingers danced over the pilot controls and reached back to operations disengaging the magnetic locks. “Acknowledged. Quick question…. Is the ship like being in a place stuck in time? I’ve gotten interesting readings over here.” (Reply Weston, Solice) He touched the engage button and a very shot burst of thrusters pushed Cheron off the Auberjenois’s under saucer section hull. He engaged engines and swung the absolutely excellent shuttle in a tight turn that would have made Marai snippy in pure jealousy and spin around jetting past th nacelle struts then a quick thruster induced 180 that brought him to align with the hangar. “Cheron to Auberjenois, requesting permission to land in hangar bay,” he said formally. (Reply any) Toks tapped the controls and felt the ships tracto beams take control. He disengaged engines but remained ready incase of issue. “On the way,” (Reply any) Posted by tinmanjayc We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: (4 - 1349) Commander Quinna Solice From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey) Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2026 09:05:26 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Auberjonois -Deck 1- Bridge –Commander Quinna Solice) They entered the bridge. “Olly, olly, oxen free,” Michael said and Quinna smirked. While Michael went to the ops station, Quinna headed to the helm. “Well, it looks like all of the systems are functional. It’s almost as if the ship had been in stasis for the past twenty-five years.” Then he paused, “Look at this time stamp.” Quinna got up and leaned over. “Is that date, 25 years ago?” It was more of a rhetorical question. Quinna went back to the helm. She started pulling up the helm logs, “Michael, The last helm entry has the ship going into the wormhole 25 years ago.” (Reply Weston) “Lets get the docking bay secured so we can get Toks aboard.” Quinna said. (Reply Weston) “Michael what the hell could have happened? This ship looks like the day I…” Quinna could not finish that sentence. She took a deep breath. “Solice to Green and Adams, Can you give me a report?” (Reply Adams and Green) NPRG: Goal is to get Toks and Cheron onboard for the Aubie to to it’s next thing. (Posted by Kris B) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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They had only been there a few minutes when Commander Solice’s voice came across their open comm links. =^=Solice to Green and Adams, Can you give me a report?=^= Raven was the first to reply,"The chronometer displays a time 25 years ago. Engineering is clear as far as I can see. No threats have been detected from the tricorder or looking around the department. Do you have similar readings on the bridge?" Wednesday nodded, “I concur, it’s as if the ship has simply just… shifted from 25 years ago to today.” She ran an analysis of the energy activity from the warp core. Even though it was exactly what she had expected it was still a surprise. “Commander, the energy signatures from the warp core show that there had been zero degradation of energy transfer conduits over the past 25 years. This ship… has not gone through twenty-five years of existence. How is that possible?” She looked over at Raven, “I need a little help here Raven. I need to be able to access the data from this terminal over here,” she indicated to a panel near where she was, which was impossible close to the next one. “However, I can’t fit in that space, small as I am. Can you clip this to the terminal access port?” She held out a small relay device. (reply Green) (posted by Al Muir) -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: ============================================================================== SBFREEDOM-RPG: HADESRPG: (4 - 1415) CO - Captain Keira Merek From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay) Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2026 11:48:20 -0600 Mission: Homecoming Day: 4 Stardate: 2446.10.19 (USS Hades - Ready Room - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1415) Keira had turned her chair to face the view port. For some time, the stars had streaked by their rainbow hue unmistakable at high warp speeds. Avoiding an unexpected ion storm had delayed their arrival slightly. =^= Captain, we're nearing the predetermined coordinates at the Kuiper Belt. =^= "Very well, I'm on my way, Merek out," she said while standing. She placed the long cold raktajino back into the replicator to be recycled. Two short strides and she entered onto the bridge. (reply bridge) She nodded to Ire as she crossed the distance. "Helm, bring us about one hundred eighty degrees mark zero, have our aft facing the belt then take us to a full stop." (Reply Ire) "Aye Captain." "USS Cheron and USS Cerberus, this is the Captain, are you ready for departure?" Keira asked and sat down in the center chair. (Replies Cheron and Cerberus) "Open the doors for them." Keira said, looking at Ire to her right side. (Reply Ire) "Ops, viewscreen angle aft, let's see them off." Keira said the anticipation mounting. The viewscreen then showed a downward angle of the aft portion of the ship. 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For some time, the stars > had streaked by their rainbow hue unmistakable at high warp speeds. > Avoiding an unexpected ion storm had delayed their arrival slightly. > > =^= Captain, we're nearing the predetermined coordinates at the Kuiper > Belt. =^= > > "Very well, I'm on my way, Merek out," she said while standing. She placed > the long cold raktajino back into the replicator to be recycled. Two short > strides and she entered onto the bridge. > > (reply bridge) > > She nodded to Ire as she crossed the distance. "Helm, bring us about one > hundred eighty degrees mark zero, have our aft facing the belt then take us > to a full stop." > > (Reply Ire) > > "Aye Captain." > > "USS Cheron and USS Cerberus, this is the Captain, are you ready for > departure?" Keira asked and sat down in the center chair. > > (Replies Cheron and Cerberus) > > "Open the doors for them." Keira said, looking at Ire to her right side. > > (Reply Ire) > > "Ops, viewscreen angle aft, let's see them off." 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Commander Solice had elected to leave two hours ago to avoid the navigational hazard completely. Looking at the star charts it also gave her a better approach to her objective. =^= Captain, we're nearing the predetermined coordinates at the Kuiper Belt. =^= "Very well, I'm on my way, Merek out," she said while standing. She placed the long cold raktajino back into the replicator to be recycled. Two short strides and she entered onto the bridge. (reply bridge) She nodded to Ire as she crossed the distance. "Helm, bring us about one hundred eighty degrees mark zero, have our aft facing the belt then take us to a full stop." (Reply Ire) "Aye Captain." "USS Cerberus, this is the Captain, are you ready for departure?" Keira asked and sat down in the center chair. (Reply Cerberus) "Open the doors for them." Keira said, looking at Ire to her right side. (Reply Ire) "Ops, viewscreen angle aft, let's see them off." Keira said the anticipation mounting. The viewscreen then showed a downward angle of the aft portion of the ship. The upper two of her four nacelles cast a bluish glow. (Reply Cerberus) "Permission granted for departure." Keira said in response. "Go get'em Cerberus." Keira watched as the Marine dropship exited the craft gracefully. =^= Masters to OPS, launch the training package to the following coordinates. =^= Keira nodded. Indicating approval. "Acknowledged firing probe set now." A full volley from the aft launcher streaked out of sight. Followed by the Cerberus disappearing from view. (Reply Cerberus, any) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. 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"Final checks before departure." He announced, voice commanding attention both in tone and volume. "Count off with readiness status by squad." "First squad, ready." "Second squad, ready." (Reply Stom) "Weapons squad, ready." "Hey Doc, you ready?" Sean asked. He looked over at the lone chair at the aft medical station. (Reply Keats) "Buckle up ladies, gentlemen and all non-binary beings." Sean announced before settling back down in the pilot's seat. =^= USS Cheron and USS Cerberus, this is the Captain, are you ready for departure? =^= Sean waited for the Cheron's response before responding himself. "This is USS Cerberus, ready for departure." Sean said. He watched as the Tartarus doors opened revealing a star field, and other cosmic sights. =^= Permission granted for departure.=^= Came the Captain's voice, =^= Go get'em Cerberus.=^= "Lifting off now." Sean announced into the passenger compartment and into the flight recorder. (Reply Cerberus passengers) Sean guided the craft out of the shuttle bay expertly. "Masters to OPS, launch the training package to the following coordinates." =^= Acknowledged firing probe set now.=^= The Hades fired a series of probes from the aft launcher that would assemble their training area. "Executing micro warp jump in three.... two... one.." Sean announced. The Cerberus streaked off to its destination. (Reply Stom, Keats, any) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. We deconstruct it to the atomic level and then reform the atoms. [takes a bite] It's pretty good for shit. And we don't have to commit atrocities for it." - Admiral Charles Vance Virus-free.www.avg.com <#m_8260959952746474278_DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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Since she had only been on the Hades in a command capacity she didn't feel the pangs of nostalgia so strongly. She noticed a fairly light amount of activity at least less than she expected for what was about to happen anyway. (Reply Engineering, Dogan) ~Since we'll have to run it with the shift that's on when we do this, maybe not plussing it up is a good idea.~ As she walked through, enlisted technicians made a path for her. "It's fine," she said, "carry on." "Lieutenant Alouron, how come the preparations?" Keira asked with a broad smile she wasn't initially aware of. (reply Alouron, any) "I was looking to get going on schedule, does fifteen-thirty work?" Keira asked. Her smile was replaced with the look of all seriousness. She was giving the answer she expected, even though it was framed as a question. (Reply Alouron, any) (Posted by Todd) -- Todd Holladay SGT, IA ANG (Ret) " It's made of our shit, you know. That's the base material that we use in our replicators. 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