COMPILE_TERMINAL_VIEW
Starbase Freedom
Transitions 2024-10-22
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MISSION LOG: TRANSITIONS
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.09.19 - 2446.09.22
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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DAY 3
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0949/1020) CSec Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14- Promenade Level 1- Chief of Security - Lt.
Hank Samuels - 0949)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15- Promenade Level 2- Chief of Security - Lt.
Hank Samuels - 1020)
(reply Loxana, Raven)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1025) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15- Promenade Level 2- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels -
1025)
(reply Raven, Loxana)
DAY 5
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1745) Quinna and Michael
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - XO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice
and Deputy Director of SFI Michael Weston - 1745)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- XO Quinna Solice and Deputy
Director of SFI Michael Weston - 1807)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1807) Dr. Roxanne Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Dr. Roxanne Dahr -1807)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1808) Ensign Wednesday Adams
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1808)
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(Alpha Quadrant, near Trill space, approaching Starbase Freedom - SFI/temporal Agent - 1832)
DAY 6
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1834) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - CO?s Office - - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr - 1834)
(reply Toks, if you can)
(reply T?Xen, Solice, Weston, Edwards, Samuels)
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(Alpha Quadrant, near Trill space, approaching Starbase Freedom - SFI/temporal Agent - 1836)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6 - 1836) XO Commander Quinna Solice
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1836)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1837) Chief of EM- Dr. Lynn McCullough
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- Emergency Department - Chief
of EM- Dr. Lynn McCullough - 1837)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3- Dr. Lynn McCullough -
1837)
(reply Solice, Weston)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1837) SFI Deputy Director - Michael Weston
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3 - SFI Deputy Director
- Michael Weston - 1837)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1840) Captain Casian Dahr, Michael Weston, Quinna Solice and EMH
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3 - CO - Captain Casian
Dahr, Michael Weston, Quinna Solice and EMH - 1840)
(Posted by Al, Jayc, and Kris)
UNKNOWN DAY
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 10:23) Loxana Bagel
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 -- Bagel?s Bagels --
Loxana Bagel - 10:23)
- SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 18.11 LT Raven Green)
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters -? ?LT Raven Green - 18.11)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-0949/1020) CSec Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2024 21:13:35 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.09.19
(Starbase Freedom - Level 14- Promenade Level 1- Chief of Security - Lt.
Hank Samuels - 0949)
"I don't know if I can play an instrument Thod,? Green said softy, ?but I
probably can sing pretty well."
Thod scowled at the girl, ?Probably? In music there is no probably. If,
when you sing, you feel the joy in your heart, and you can transfer that
feeling to others, then you can sing. Come back later and we can see how
well you can sing.?
Hank smiled and stepped over to the duo, ?Before you steal my security
officer and which her away to the corners of the galaxy to become the next
singing sensation, you better get back to the student you already have.?
He put a hand on the apparently mesmerized changeling and ushered her away
fro Svengali Thod.
?You?re taking my next muse, Hank,? the Bolian chuckled.
?We have much to see, and others to meet,my friend,? he said. Then he
looked at Raven and said, ?Come along Raven.?
He led Raven from the music store. He took her to meet the other
proprietor?s available on the level. Then they headed to the turbo lift to
go down to the next level.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15- Promenade Level 2- Chief of Security - Lt.
Hank Samuels - 1020)
The first stop on the level was the Bagel?s Bagels.
?Loxana Bagel is the head of the starbase?s business association,? Hank
explained. ?She handles a great deal of the basic administrative leadership
duties for the Promenade.?
As they stepped inside he could smell the fray baking happening and the
aromatic coffee smells. Hank looked at Raven and smiled. ?I think she
disables the air filtration system purposefully to make anyone who comes in
automatically hungrier.?
(reply Loxana)
?Hey Ana,? he greeted the proprietor, ?how are things going??
(reply Loxana)
?I wanted to introduce you to my new security officer, Raven Green. Raven,
this is Loxana Bagel,?
(reply Loxana, Raven)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3 - 10:23) Loxana Bagel
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2024 17:15:34 -0500
Mission: Transitions
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.09.19
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15 - Promenade Level 2 -- Bagel?s Bagels --
Loxana Bagel - 10:23)
Ana was cleaning up the shop a bit. She had a fresh batch of dough
proofing at this point and there was really not much going on as they were
in the slow from the breakfast crowd. She look ay Hank and the new lady
when they walked in.
?Hey Ana,? he greeted the proprietor, ?how are things going??
?Well hey there, Honeypie,? Ana stared, ?What special occasion is it to
bring you in here??
?I wanted to introduce you to my new security officer, Raven Green. Raven,
this is Loxana Bagel,?
"Nice to meet you Loxana. I have heard of some interesting creations in
the shop. May I see some of those."
Ana shook her head, ?Please call me Ana. My parents have a bad sense of
humor.? Ana started. ?Actually I have been working on some Savory bagels
lately. I just have a new dough proofing right now. It is based on the
Vulcan Dish Tevmel. Fresh halak was even brought to the station. I like
to fuse multi-race cuisines. I find food a bridge between races. Almost
all have to eat.?
(Reply Samuels and Green)
?Right now we are getting ready for the lunch crowd.? Ana then remembered
her manners, ?Where are my manners, can I get you something? Today's
Special is Ham and cheese on a garlic and herb bagel.?
(Reply Samuels and Green)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (3-1025) CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2024 09:52:32 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.09.19
(Starbase Freedom - Level 15- Promenade Level 2- CSec - Lt. Hank Samuels -
1025)
Loxana was a sweet woman, and cute to boot. If he weren?t already married
he might have a go at dating her. But she knew he was ?safe? so they
managed to share a ?special? relationship that often bordered on
inappropriate at times, but always platonic.
He listened to the pair talk about Ana?s philosophy on food and nodded. He
would have to agree with it.
?What are up to now?? Hank asked.
Right now we are getting ready for the lunch crowd.? Ana then remembered
her manners, ?Where are my manners, can I get you something? Today's
Special is Ham and cheese on a garlic and herb bagel.?
Hank chuckled, ?You are always trying to fatten me. It?s a little early
for me.? He looked at Raven.
(reply Raven)
?We?re going to finish our rounds,? Hank said, ?but I will be back for one
of those at my usual time.?
(reply Raven, Loxana)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1745) Quinna and Michael
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2024 21:28:46 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.09.20
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - XO?s Quarters - XO Commander Quinna Solice
and Deputy Director of SFI Michael Weston - 1745)
Michael paced back and forth in the living area of Quinna?s new quarters.
They were far different than the quarters she had on the Illuminar, and
much better than the meager quarters that he?d been afforded on the
station.
He?d spent the last couple of days helping her move in. He was able to move
into his quarters in a little over two hours. Must be good to be the XO.
He looked around and realized that he didn?t need this much space. He was
still getting used to the idea that he was on Freedom permanently. No
longer disavowed, but still restricted in his movement. This time by his
own choice.
He sighed and looked at the Chronometer. ?Quinna, you?re going to be late
to your first senior staff gathering.?
?Oh keep your panties on, Michael. I just had to find my other shoe.?
Quinna emerged from the bedroom putting a silver earring in her ear. ?I
think when you unloaded my shoes, you hid a few from me to slow me down a
bit.? Even though Quinna only had 4 pairs of shoes on the station, she
liked to know where the entire pair was located.
?Just trying to keep your life interesting,? Michael said playfully, as he
moved over to her and kissed her on the cheek. Then he stepped back.
Quinna stopped and just looked at Michael. He looked like a different
man. A man that was not looking over his shoulder. ?You are dashing
tonight.? Quinna smiled.
?Dashing?? he said. ?Thanks. Your look pretty good yourself. But you look
that way all the time.?
Quinna held out her hand. ?Shall we??
Michael took her hand and winked. ?I think we shall.? As they left the
quarters he said, ?Dashing? Really? Next thing you?ll be saying is that I
look respectable.?
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- XO Quinna Solice and Deputy
Director of SFI Michael Weston - 1807)
They walked hand in hand down the hallway. Every so often Michael would
check to see if the corridor was clear and he?d pull Quinna in for a long,
passionate kiss. So it took them a while to traverse the short distance
between the two quarters.
When they finally arrived Michael looked at Quinna. ?You ready for this
Miss Executive Officer??
?It?s now or never.? Quinna took in a deep inhale. She reached out and
touched the door chime.
The door opened and Captain Dahr stood in the entryway with a genuine smile
on his face. ?Quinna, welcome. Please, come in. And Deputy Director
Weston? Of course. I should have known. Come in.?
As they stepped in Michael extended his hand. ?Captain Dahr, I appreciate
the inclusion of the invite as Quinna?s plus one.?
Casian took his hand and shook it heartily. ?I apologize for my oversight.
We?ve never had an SFI presence since I?ve been here. I?ll make sure my
yeoman adds your name to the invite list for next time.?
Michael nodded, accepting the warmth of the handshake and the explanation.
?Now that you?re both here allow me to introduce you to my staff,? Dahr led
them into the main living room. ?Everyone, if you haven?t met her, allow me
to introduce our new Executive Officer, Commander Quinna Solice. This is
my Chief of Engineering, Commander Zerin.?
Zerin nodded, then broke into a huge smile. ?Commander, truly a pleasure.?
A sparkle of mirth shone in his eye and he added, ?You didn?t tell us that
she was a stunner, Cas.?
Quinna almost blushed, ?Thank you. Flattery is not only accepted but could
work in your favor.?
Casian rolled his eyes at the Vulcan, ?Alright, alright, and you?ve already
met my Chief of Security, Lt. Commander Samuels.?
Hank nodded and offered his hand, ?Introduced but not really met. Welcome
aboard Commander.?
?Thank you, Commander, I trust that the past is the past.? Quinna took the
man's hand to apply a firm handshake.
?I?m a look to the future kinda guy,? Hank said nonchalantly. He looked at
Michael and offered a hand to him. ?Deputy Director. It?s good to see you
again.?
Michael shook his hand and said, ?If I hear that title one more time
tonight I might lose my mind. It?s Michael, please.?
Hank nodded, ?Michael it is. Hank works for me.?
Michael raised an eyebrow, ?Hank?s not really a typical El Aurian name.?
Samuels chuckled, ?No, but my actual name is a bit of a mouthful. An old
family name. Hank is just easier on everyone.?
?Fair enough,? Michael replied.
?How are you folks enjoying Starbase Freedom so far?? Hank asked.
?Look honey,? Michael jibes, ?we?ve made the folks category. We really are
a couple.?
?Yes, Dear,? Quinna said, ?It is official.? Quinna then gave him a little
playful bump with her hip.
(reply none/any)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 1807) Dr. Roxanne Dahr
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2024 18:00:41 -0500
Mission: Transitions
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.09.21
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Dr. Roxanne Dahr -1807)
They left Wednesday with Roxanne, who was moving towards a coffee table
with the basket. Wednesday followed her awkwardly. Of course social
gatherings usually made her feel awkward. She was still not used to being
invited to them, even though her last months on the Illuminar she had
fallen in with a group of the closest thing to friends as she?d ever had.
She tried to make her body look comfortable. She wasn?t sure how well she
was doing. To calm herself she began to run through the Boolean Pythagorean
Triples equations in her head. The math calmed her mind as she waited for
the captain?s wife to begin her interrogation.
?You know, Ensign Adams,? Roxanne said, realizing that she does not like
to be formal in her home. ?Wednesday, you know it is okay to be nervous.
You are in the Captain?s Quarters. But I am really in charge here. So if he
intimidates you here, let me know, and I will take care of it.?
(Reply Adams)
Roxanne had hoped that this would help ease her. ?So tell me, what is your
guilty pleasure??
(reply Adams)
Roxanne wanted to be the person that the staff could turn to that would not
judge.
(reply Adams)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5-1808) Ensign Wednesday Adams
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2024 08:37:13 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.09.21
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 ?CO?s Quarters- Engineering Officer - Ensign
Wednesday Adams - 1808)
By the time Roxanne Dahr had started talking Wednesday had already gone
through her third set of triples finding the reds and the blue, and her
brain was starting to settle.
?You know, Ensign Adams?Wednesday, you know it is okay to be nervous. You
are in the Captain?s Quarters. But I am really in charge here. So if he
intimidates you here, let me know, and I will take care of it.?
Wednesday giggled a little, which surprised her. She was not really the
type to giggle. She?d spent way too much time being serious, and now was
feeling a self conscious.
?No, ma?am,? she said. ?It?s not that I?m intimidated. ?To be honest, I?ve
never really been? comfortable in social situations. Historically, when
people hear about my background they tend to avoid me. So I never really
got invited to very many parties.?
As she talked Wednesday began to get her sense of the captain?s wife. She
had a nice, soft, aura around her. One of strength, yet kindness. In a way,
she reminded Wednesday of her mother.
?So tell me, what is your guilty pleasure?? Roxanne asked.
Wednesday was surprised and blinked at the older woman. ?Guilty pleasure??
She had to think. ?I can?t think of anything that gives me pleasure that I
would feel guilty about. But.. I think, if I understand your meaning,
something I enjoy that I would rather others did not know about??? She
looked from one side to the other then finally whispered, ?Holonovels. I
really like to participate in interactive holonovels.?
(reply Roxanne)
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (5 - 18.11 LT Raven Green)
From: thedukeej at yahoo.com (Edward Engel)
Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2024 15:38:49 +0000 (UTC)
Mission: Transitions
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.09.20
(Starbase Freedom - Level 2 - CO?s Quarters -? ?LT Raven Green - 18.11)
Raven walked down the hall in a red flowy dress.? She wore the proper underwear even thogh she didn't have any female privates.? She wore a bra too in her chosen form she had ample breasts.? The appropriate action was to conform to the social norms of the day so she went with that to blend in to that persona.? She pressed the door chime and waited for the door to open.? When the door opened she saw Captain Dahr.? She walked up to him.
"You have very nice quarters sir."
(Reply Dahr, Any)(Posted by Edward)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2024 22:29:11 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (5-1832) - SFI Special Agent- T?xen Toks
Mission: Transitions
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.09.21
(Alpha Quadrant, near Trill space, approaching Starbase Freedom - SFI/temporal Agent - 1832)
The decking felt cool against his cheek, and comforting with the rhythmic thobbing of the of the engines running through the metal of the vessel, but he could tell his baby was almost as injured as he was.
T?xen Toks tried to groan at the pain flooding through him as he tried to turn over, the nausea, but a sharp voice said.
?You?re awake. Try not to move. If not for being a good part Takaran you?d be dead already. I could have gotten you somewhere closer.?
He felt a hypo spray press then hiss against his neck. Some of the pain abated. Some.
?Must be Freedom. Mission?? he responded focused on his job, the words barely louder than the sound of his breathing.
?I don?t care about the mission. I care about you staying g alive!?
He wished he had the strength to look in her eyes. They would be angry, but the concern would be genuine. He almost laughed at that thought. His best friend, the holographic embodiment of the ship.
?Mission, then me?? he responded slowly.
?Don?t argue with me you yellow blooded hobgoblin, I can knock you out, I have priorities.? Her voice snapped.
?Coming out of warp. ?I can handle a lot but the med bay was basically blown apart in the escape.?
?Don?t worry T?xen, we?re close,? a voder boxed voice put in.
T?xen felt the sensation of the warp drive groan slipping away and feeling of the impulse engines engage seemlessly propeeling them within normal space onward.
?NAR-41802 SS Mirai to Starbase Freedom,? he could hear her voice but it felt further away.
? we are damaged and require immediate medical assistance.?
=^= Starbase Freedom to SS Mirai. We have alerted emergency medical of your need. What is the nature of the medical emergency??
?One patient hit by tetryon radiation weaponry.? She responded.
?Station CO. Priority one,? T?xen let out feeling his body already responding to the fluid building up in his lungs.
=^= tetryon radiation makes transporter use in advisable. Your vessel damage is consistent with Tholian weaponry. Hold your position. Emergency shuttle is dispatched.
T?xen sighed. ?Mirai, override, magnify my voice. The woman growled.
?If you must.?
He steeled himself.
?Starbase Freedom,? his voice gurgled a little. He continued through the pain. ?Emergency docking?.?gurgling air intake. ? And medical support. Command level represen?.. representative required.? Another painful gargling intake?
Authoriza?.authorization Epsilon?Theta 2370. Spec?Special Agent T?xen Toks, Starfleet In, intel?.inteliigencePriority data transfer to COMMANDING OFFICER Captain Dahr?s only.?
T?xen took one final breath before the pain overwhelmed him and his bodies natural healing abilities began to react.
(Reply any)
He felt her hands administer more hypospray. And her voice and the response from Starbase Freedom came through but he was unclear what words entered his ears.
(Posted by tinmanjayc)
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1834) CO - Captain Casian Dahr
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2024 13:24:31 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.22
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - CO?s Office - - CO - Captain
Casian Dahr - 1834)
Dahr sat back in his chair and looked at the stack of reports he had just
completed. He was continuously surprised at the sheer quantity of reports
he saw. Granted, most of them were from engineering. They were still
putting this base together so that it worked as it should. Success came at
a slow pace.
Suddenly his comm chimed. =^=Incoming emergency message, Captain. Adio
only.=^=
Dahr pressed a button on his desk and the wall facing main ops slid to the
side, giving him a panoramic view of the bases working stations.
?Put it through Ensign Stewart.,? he ordered.
?The signal is weak,? the young man said. ?Boosting the input signal.?
=^=Starbase Freedom ? Emergency docking?. And medical support. Command
level represen?.. representative required.?
The voice sound strained and in pain. It continued.
=^=Authoriza?.authorization Epsilon?Theta 2370. Spec?Special Agent T?xen
Toks, Starfleet In? intel?.inteliigence priority data transfer to
Commanding Officer Captain Dahr?s ? only.=^=
Dahr looked at the tactical station. ?Do you have the ship?s location??
?Aye sir,? Ensign Breen replied. ?They are headed our direction at 368 mark
42. Full impulse and slowing. But I don?t think it?s a controlled slow
down.?
Dahr nodded, ?Open the channel.?
There was a beep indicating the open mic. ?This is Captain Dahr. Message
received. Cut your engines and coast into range of our tractors. We will
pull you into a docking bay.?
(reply Toks, if you can)
?When they get into range pull them into docking port 3. It?s closest to
Main Medical,? Dahr ordered. Then he tapped his comm badge. ?Dahr to Main
Medical. I need a team at docking port 3, stat.?
=?^=Roger that.=^=
He went back to his desk and down loaded the data file to his PADD and
entered the access code. He tapped his badge a second time.
?Dahr to Weston, I need you to meet me at docking port 3. We may have one
of your people coming in, in trouble.?
=^=Of course they would be. I?m on my way.=^=
A third tap on his comm badge, ?Dahr to Solice, meet me at Docking bay 3.?
(reply Quinna)
His last call went to security, ?Dahr to Samuels. I need you to meet me at
docking bay 3. Have a team on standby, but I don?t think we?ll need them.?
=^=No rest for the weary. On my way.=^=
Once the file was downloaded he began to scan it and gave an almost Bulcan
like eyebrow raise.
?Status, ? he called out.
?Almost in range, Captain. We should have capture and docking within five
minutes.?
The CO was already moving for the turbo lift. ?Let me know when you?ve got
it. I?ll be at the dock bay if you need me.?
Then he disappeared into the turbo lift.
(reply T?Xen, Solice, Weston, Edwards, Samuels)
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From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2024 17:01:54 -0400
Starbasefreedom-rpg: (6-1836) - SFI Special Agent- T?xen Toks
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.21
(Alpha Quadrant, near Trill space, approaching Starbase Freedom - SFI/temporal Agent - 1836)
=^=This is Captain Dahr. Message received. Cut your engines and coast into range of our tractors. We will pull you into a docking bay.=^=
?SS Mirai acknowledges. Disengaging impulse engines, Patient is an unusual case.?
(Reply station)
Mirai?s emergency medical hologram, applied a third hypo spray helping to encourage his healing abilities to die gage the dying tissue in a barrier before contamination.
She could see with medical cans that his talar?n cellular structure wass altering nutrient flows and such as it isolated and dropped away necrotizing tissue.
The Mirais k-17 hull shuddered as a tractor beam engaged, and slowed and altered their course.
She looked down at the owner of the Mirai.
?Do not die on me. I?m not breaking in a new owner after all your tweaks!?
?We are almost to a docking port,? the Mirai?s main computer announced. Same voice. ?I have an anti gravity cart ready for transport.
EMH Mirai or as he called her ?Doc,? turned to see the sled moving toward her on suspensors. ?There better be a damn good surgeon on that base. If you?re he med bay wasn?t destroyed I?d do it myself.?
?Approaching docking bay.?
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6 - 1836) XO Commander Quinna Solice
From: msklbailey2016 at gmail.com (Kris Bailey)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2024 17:41:16 -0500
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.22
(Starbase Freedom - Level 1 - Main Ops - XO Commander Quinna Solice - 1836)
Today was Quinna?s official first day as the station XO. She spent the
better of the day unpacking her new quarter with Michael and then the
dinner last night was a different experience as she was never invited to a
Captain?s dinner before.
She held her coffee as she found her station in the Command center. She
obviously has an office attached to her quarters but Quinna wanted to be
out with everyone. The crew seemed welcoming and very helpful. She found
it easy to get along with others.
=/\= Dahr to Solice, meet me at Docking bay 3.=/\=
?On my way.? Quinna jumped to her feet and headed to the turbolift.
?Docking Bay 3?
The Turbolift exited Quinna to the most conventional location. She entered
the Docking bay with a medical kit she had picked up somewhere along the
way?a force of habit.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1837) Chief of EM- Dr. Lynn McCullough
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2024 09:34:00 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.22
(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Medical Plaza- Emergency Department - Chief
of EM- Dr. Lynn McCullough - 1837)
Lynn McCullough ran the medical tricorder over the leg of her patient on
the table and smiled, a young Trill man.
?Okay, Sam,? she said, ?you are mostly healed now. But you did break your
leg. I?ve reset the bone and begun the knitting process, but you will need
to take it easy for about a week.?
She could see the objection in the Trill?s eyes and she raised a finger to
stop it before it began. Suddenly her comm badged chirped.
=^=Dahr to Main Medical. I need a team at docking port 3, stat.=^=
She tapped her badge and replied, ?Roger that.?
She looked at the patient and said, ?I mean it. If I find out your play
any combat sports I?ll find you and undo what I just did.?
?Yes ma?am,? the Trill said, then smiled.
Lynn turned and grabbed a med kit and looked over at her chief resident.
?I?m out Jack.? She pointed to several med techs. ?You?re with me.?
With that she headed out the ER and towards the turbolift, with her team in
tow.
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3- Dr. Lynn McCullough -
1837)
Lynn and her team were the first to arrive at port 3. They set up their
equipment to the side of the airlock and waited. They didn?t have to wait
long as Dahr was right behind them.
He nodded, ?Dr McCullough.?
Lynn?s Scottish brogue resounded as she replied, ?Captain Dahr. What are we
in for.?
?Not exactly sure,? Dahr admitted. ?We received an emergency distress call
and it was reported that the pilot was injured. Perhaps dying. Only one
life sign and the reports I?m getting now are that his life signs are
negligible. The ships being flown by some kind of AI.?
?Sounds great,? she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
A moment later Hank Samuel?s appeared. He was armed, as a precaution, but
he was alone. He looked at the CO and nodded. The joy in his eyes from the
previous evening had been replaced by something serious and dangerous.
?Sit rep,? was all he said.
Dahr shrugged, ?Not sure. As far as we know, one person, probably dying.
You?re here just as a precaution. One never knows.?
Samuels nodded, ?Truer words have not been spoken.?
He put his hand on his hand phaser, in preparation of the airlock opening.
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1837) SFI Deputy Director - Michael Weston
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2024 17:48:48 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.21
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3 - SFI Deputy Director
- Michael Weston - 1837)
Michael was the last to show up at the docking port. He looked at Dahr and
nodded. ?Captain.?
?Mr. Weston,? Dahr replied, ?I think we?re going to need you here. This is
one of yours.?
He handed Weston the PADD he?d been carrying. Michael took it and looked
over at Quinna and smiled. ?Commander. I see we?ve pulled out all the stops
for this one.?
Dahr ordered them all to stay put as he and Dr. McCullogh went into the
ship. Michael took the opportunity to peruse the information in the PADD.
He entered his security code and even with his clearance there was still
information he couldn?t unlock.
What he did see was highly intriguing? and a bit disturbing. He had never
been a fan of Temporal Affairs. You never knew when their operatives came
from or went to. And temporal mechanics gave him a headache. Their
operatives also tended to be wild cards. They all seemed to feel that they
could go through time and fix mistakes. But that was just not true.
He closed the display and ssaid, ?Well this should be interesting.?
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SBFREEDOM-RPG: (6-1840) Captain Casian Dahr, Michael Weston, Quinna Solice and EMH
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2024 17:32:10 -0700
Mission: Transitions
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.09.22
(Starbase Freedom - Level 21 - Docking Ring - Port 3 - CO - Captain Casian
Dahr, Michael Weston, Quinna Solice and EMH - 1840)
=^=We?re bring her to port 3 now. Reports from the ship?s AI is that the
patient is already on an anti-gravity cart and ready for transport.=^=
Lynn rolled her eyes at the thought of some unsanitary cart going to her
ED. ?We?re ready to receive the patient, ? she said.
=^=Locking clamps engaged. Seal confirmed. Pressurizing the airlock.
Medical containment field errected.=^=
Dahr could feel the containment field on the hairs on his arm.
?Ok people, let?s do our jobs,? Dahr said. ?Hank, nobody goes on board that
ship. And I mean nobody.? He looked directly at Weston who gave the CO a
?who me? look.
The Trill reached up to the control panel and opened the airlock door. The
double door separated and Dahr ushered the doctor inside. The first thing
to hit him was the smell of burning ozone. Smoke filled the upper part of
the compartment, which meant the air filtration units were offline.
Looking around he could see the source of the smoke and the smell, as most
of the systems seemed to have shorted out. Burn marks adorned the surface
of most of the panels. He wondered how the ship managed to get as far as it
had.
They quickly found their patient. Dahr looked at the doctor and said,
?Doctor, this T?Xen Toks. He is part of Starfleet Intelligence.?
McCullough shrugged, ?Don?t really care.? She was already scanning him for
his injuries and life signs. She sighed. Hybrids we no longer uncommon in
todays universe. It was almost the nature of living things to procreate
with other species, if they could. But this was ridiculous. She noted at
least five different species in his DNA patterns.
The external injuries were substantial, but not really life threatening.
However, the internal injuries were another matter. He was hemorrhaging
severely into his thoracic chamber, which was putting pressure onto his
other systems. It was a miracle he was still alive.
?Emergency medical hologram, how do you do,? the female hologram fizzled
into shape by the grab sled.
McCullough jumped with the sudden appearance. ?What the??
?Sorry to startle you, holographic emitters are damaged here. Mirai did a
runaround for me.?
She pointed at the patient. ?T?xen Toks the hereditary recipient of nine
alphas and beta quadrant species lineage. His notable active strands come
from his Takaran and Vulcan. Currently he is suffering from Tholian
radiation. I have him in a medically induced coma with his own body
isolating and removing the radiation with its own skills. The med bay was
destroyed, preventing my ability to operate??? The emergency medical
hologram reported. ?He's all yours doctor. Please bring him back in one
piece.?
Lynn almost smiled at the EMH, and nodded. ?Well, that?s usually my
intention.? The EMH fizzled out of existence. She tapped her comm badge,
?McCullough to Med, prep trauma 1 for immediate surgery. Get my surgical
team in place. We?ll be transporting in immediately.?
=^=Doctor, we can?t transport from your current location. There?s some
kind of scattering field blocking transporters and deep scans.=^=
Lynn sighed heavily and looked at Dahr. ?Time to hump, Captain. We need to
get him out of here so let?s move him.?
Dahr had been married too long to ignore the directives of a woman in
charge. He moved to one end of the anti-grab cart and began to push. A
moment later they cleared the ship.
Lynn tapped her badge, ?Beam me and the patient directly to trauma 1, now.?
The pair disappeared in the haze of the transporter effect. Dahr looked at
the others. Then he turned to Samuels.
?My directive remains the same, Lieutenant,? he said. ?No one enters and
nothing leaves this ship. Are we clear??
?Crystal, Captain,? Hank replied.
Then he turned to his XO and Weston. ?I think we need to have a
conversation, but not here. My office, ASAP.?
Quinna had turned her head back and forth. It was hard not to jump into
medical action. Quinna felt a bit lost.
With that, he turned and left Michael and Quinna looking at each other.
Michael looked at Quinna and gave her a wry smile. ?Did anything here seem
oddly familiar to you??
With a small smirk she lifted the med kit, ?At least this time, I won?t
need this.? Quinna passed the medkit to a nondescript personnel as she and
Michael followed the Captain. ?You don?t suppose it is all a part of ??
Quinna did not finish her thought.
Michael shook his head, then looked at Quinna sternly. ?And hopefully he
won?t end up in the brig. No falling in love with this one, young lady,?
he warned.
Quinna shrugged, ?Well, I will try my best, but no promises. Hey but there
is something you had that he won?t, ...he is not under my medical care.?
Quinna thought, ?I wonder if I need to check in his pants for anything.
Think he has the same hiding space??
Michael closed the distance between them and pressed his body against hers.
?You want to look in my hiding place?? he asked suggestively.
?Are you sure you are not trying to get into mine?? Quinna concluded.
Then she snapped into a playful XO mode, ?Snap to, Lt.?
Michael gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, ?Yes ma?am.? He
snapped her a salute and followed her from the docking port.
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