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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Jan 8, 2013 23:38:17 GMT -5
'First Step'
"Are orders meant to be followed blindly?"
Early 25th Century at Stardate - 2430.02.03
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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Jan 28, 2013 7:28:09 GMT -5
Legacy Deep in the Gamma Quadrant in a remote star system, Starbase 111 is in a synchronous orbits of a Class H world. She is a Spacedock-type Starbase with limited access, even to Starfleet. Only a hand full of Admirals are aware of it’s true purpose. Likely there is another Starbase that bares its name elsewhere. The USS Legacy NCC-75001 B is docked within Starbase 111, under going heavy repairs. This tactical variant of the Odyssey Class is commanded by a tall slender woman that promotes a superiority. Her crew is the best in Starfleet, loyal to her Admiral, however, is tainted to the core. From it’s starboard side nothing seems to be wrong but from the port side damage is extensive. Her chevron (saucer section) is nearly half gone and starboard nacelle managed to remain attached. Her main body scorched by an unknown weapon, having bulkheads open to space. Undoubtedly had gone through a massive battle, only just had escaped. Worker bees or known as CMU surround the Legacy. Repairs are being made and quickly. No time is wasted, the crew practice drills and is lashed continuously by the ‘XO’. One tyrant bastard and the right hand of the Admiral. With Admiral Rothschild you look at her with respect and intimidation. However with Colonel Bul’Tic its resentment but managing to still have obedience from the crew. The Legacy’s other departments are preparing for battle and to her optimal performance. She, one of few starships to bare the title of being the pinnacle of Federation starship design. Having a crew to match powered by a blindness of unconditionally faith to serve under the Anya Rothschild. Not needing to know whom they are fighting against. However to do it for the honor to wear such a uniform. Presently they morn in private of fallen crewmates. Taking they’re pain and anger converting it to courage to survive and persistently being the best.
Location: Classified star system in Gamma Quadrant on Starbase 111
TAG: Anya Rothschild, Jeremy Bul'Tic, Christopher Lee Kitsune, Haemis McTavish, & Monica Mindwinter.
OOC: Feel free to create any NPCs to help express your character.
Note(s): Starfleet uniform late DS9
Post Edit: Reason, couldn't find the right image, Correction - Damage is on Port side not Starboard. Sorry for the inconvenience. |
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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Jan 28, 2013 17:12:50 GMT -5
Sotrila A Vesta Class MK4 Science variant, is one of many vessels given to the CRV Fleet. This particular vessel was given the honor to be named the USS Sotrila NCC-10244 C. As it will proudly continue to operate to protect and assist the Federation under the command of the CRV. In Space Dock at Starbase 234, CRV Headquarters the USS Sotrila is finalizing her construction. Not quite off the assembly line she’s already preparing for a deep space mission to the Gamma Quadrant. Her new captain is a Joined Trill by the name of Estal Kahn. She is the eighth host to the Kahn symbiot and like Kahn’s hosts Lenara and Damar both were scientist. As Captain Estal Kahn would make a good replacement of Captain Angela Benham. Sotrila would be taking aboard a few old faces, however, mostly new ones. This new ship and crew would need a proper breaking in. No other better then her old and still Security Chief, the rebellious Kate. Kate D. Phontan had a mysterious emergence and has been a loyal aid to the Federation since. Joining the Sotrila as a guest is Commander Tail Kinker To-Ennien. She is hitching a ride to her transfer to the USS Legacy. Her arrival on the Sotrila is a last minute order and it would be up to the Commander to ‘blindly’ guide them to Starbase 111. As mentioned the USS Sotrila is in the CRV fleet and isn’t part of regular Starfleet. They follow direct orders from the CRV Headquarters at Starbase 234. The Starbase is located nearly between the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. The crew of the CRV Sotrila are a very moral crew. They will follow orders, however, if those orders are not corrupted. As the CRV, Crisis Response Vessel Fleet was commissioned to aid protection over the Federation. As her crew will do they’re best to up hold that promise.
Location: In-between the Alpha & Beta Quadrant on Starbase 234, CRV Headquarters
TAG: Estal Kahn, Kate D. Phontan, Mehrunissa Rai, Saarina, & Tail Kinker To-Ennien.
OOC: Feel free to create any NPCs to help express your character.
Note(s): Starfleet uniform late DS9
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Post by Admiral A. Rothschild on Jan 30, 2013 13:39:35 GMT -5
Looking from inside and out to cavity of Starbase 111. She observes the other starships stationed here. Finding the beauty of each. Seeing the streamlines of they’re shape and feeling her own. Taking her mind and imagining she is the Legacy. Feeling her pain Anya sends out her healing thoughts.
The taste is tainted of burn flesh and wires. All around her is damage systems, walls and a large missing chunk of bulkhead in front of her. Her feet is only inches away from a force field. Blocking her from the gash on the side of her ship. She stood on a deck level that had no windows. A level in the center of the saucer section. A head of her are crafts buzzing around. Workers in suits from the outside working on the Legacy’s damages.
She takes in the fowl air heavily and exhales slowly. Her passing crew and Starbase workers greets her with the respect that she had earned. Anya wouldn’t even noticed them as her entire mind is absorbed in the moment. This ship was a part of her body and soul. It was like mother and a faithful creature she is tendered to for all eternity. Like soul mates.
Stood there in her Jupiter Uniform. Tall. Strait and head slightly tilted up. Having her arms around her. She did not care what anyone thought of her. She was confident in herself and her ship. As she didn’t ask but demanded that the men and women from inside her decks and turbo lifts would just be. Other wise doesn’t have the right to be stood in her presents.
Anya’s face was white and her black short hair popped her features on her face. She looked human but wasn’t but her being and how she carried herself could easily pass as one. Something was odd about her but her persona that she forced in front of you. Made you loose sight of strange and suspicious thoughts you had.
Her eyes are as black as space. Looking in to them is like a void. Not knowing ether they will consume you or something would lash towards you. Her hands are covered with black leather gloves. A trade mark perhaps but only seen from her and one other. Just stood or just have arrived on the Legacy you could feel the Admiral’s being. As like she is empty inside. No soul but as she’s the soul of the Legacy. A morbid sense that had tainted your soul. Letting you know that once you have entered her corridors. You will never walk out alive or the same person as you were when you came.
Tag: Jeremy Bul'Tic
Location: USS Legacy NCC-75001 B stationed at Starbase 111, Gamma Quadrant
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USS Sotrila
I'm a very friendly girl. I could just eat you all.
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Post by k8te on Feb 1, 2013 6:56:20 GMT -5
Kate walks up to a large chamber that had large windows. Which viewed out on to the interior mushroom of the CRV Headquarters’ at Starbase 234. Looking at this new starship an Olympic Class, she sighs in disappointment. As she remembered how ever so limited that vessel was. It didn’t even had weapons and if they say it had any, it was like throwing pebbles. She watched this ship slowly move by. As it moved out of sight it showed a starship behind her. It cause her to tilt her head as she read that vessel’s name Sotrila N. C. C. 10244 C? Her face turned to a big WHAT!
“Major upgrade!” she uttered in an Irish accent. It wasn’t this wimpy butt plug shape thing with wings. Now it was sleek and looks like an actual capital type ship. Typically she wouldn’t be excited for any Starfleet vessels but she been out of touch in her old life. This one is much better then what she has seen in the few years Kate had been here. To human standards time here for her is that she served for Starfleet for a decent amount of time. To her this was just a hiccup in a nanosecond…
Kate wore her more formal uniform just for this new captain. It wasn’t a human but a spotted human looking thing with a pocket pet name Kahn, a Trill of all things. “She better be easy on the eyes at least.” she said in a normal tone. She walks out of the large room and on through the corridors. Kate had this sexual female swagger in her step. Making sure that everyone would stop and look at her. Whether they found her attractive or found her appalling. She carried her duffle bag over her shoulder, as if it only weighted like a bag of feathers.
As she passed Starbase folk and whatever other starship crews were also docked there. She openly flirted and walked her way strait to the USS Sotrila. Once there she located the captain and made her presents known. Where ever that Captain Estal Kahn was, she dropped her bag and stood up strait but of course in an attitude stance. “Specialist Kate reporting for duty sir!”
TAG: Captain Estal Kahn
Location: In-between the Alpha & Beta Quadrant on Starbase 234, CRV Headquarters
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Post by F.E.L. Administrator on Feb 1, 2013 7:42:04 GMT -5
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Post by Colonel Jeremy Bul'tic on Feb 4, 2013 8:22:11 GMT -5
He pulled out a flask from within his ‘all’ black Jupiter Uniform. He takes generous amounts of whisky and it wasn’t any of that replicated shit. He manage to arrive in the same place as the Admiral. Seeing her having her moment with herself. He takes another gulp and rambles, “Any closer you be kissin her from the owtside.” He said in a slightly slurred tone. He takes a sip from his flask again and found it was empty. He grumbled and slips the container back in his leather uniform. “Anya. We’re going to be he…re for a while. USS Dar kais can’t keep up with tha thing. Your standing here like a mad woman touching yourself.” He leans over while looking around at the workers passing. Bal'tic glares at the workers passing, yelling out obscene and some unclear words. “Get to wurk! Get this damn bulkhead rep…replace. You nev…er seen a woman stand. ing…” as he spoke. He reeked of alcohol and stood with a unsteady stance. “Lost. A load of the crew…wa. What are you going to do abo…about that?”
He stood along side her, with his hands to his side. Slight sway in his posture, “I thank…” He merely stopped talking and just stared blankly. An engineer from the Legacy walked up to both of them, “Sir! The Chief said that we might need to shut down the warp core for several hours.” Assumingly the Admiral didn’t answer Bal'tic would chime in normally but nothing. The young ensign waited for a few moments, “Sir?” The Colonel’s eyes became wide and slowly turned. “Git! Bac to wurk! I won’t have the damn core shut dowwn.” He yelled at the Ensign. Bal’tic had no intentions of being drunk on the Starbase. Well? The thought just had crossed his mind. Since he had just ran out and maybe there would be more whisky on the station. He hands the Ensign his flask, “Due soome thang prodoktive and get me mor whicky.” Continually to stand unsteadily along side the Admiral.
Tag - Anya Rothschild, & Haemis Falkirk McTavish
Location – Starbase 111 - USS Legacy on deck seven
Stardate – 243002.03
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Post by haemismctavish on Feb 8, 2013 13:56:11 GMT -5
Haemis stood at the ships master situation’s console covered head to toe in soot, lubricants, and other fun things that come associated with repair’s of the magnitude he’d been asked to undertake. He felt odd about this new posting; it wasn’t as much a posting as it was an ordered shove out an airlock, quick jaunt across the universe to a place he’d never heard of. A young engineer came out of the turbolift next to him his face was a bit white much like the color of a sheet; he shook his head “no” to him causing an eyebrow to slink upward over his left eye. “What do you mean, NO?” he blinked at the young engineer.
He shook his head again, “I… uh… “
“Nevermind lad! I’ll deal wit it!” the man tossed a spanner onto the master situation console with the dirty rag he’d been cleaning it with. “I donna think they understand anyhow!” he stepped past the young man dwarfing him by nearly three inches. “Hold down the fort, lad.” He said as the doors closed behind him. “Computer! Where be the Admiral!” he made a guttural noise. “Nay! Take me to her!”
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Post by haemismctavish on Feb 14, 2013 21:18:11 GMT -5
Stepping from the turbolift Haemis turned and began moving down the corridor a short distance before coming to one of the many Temporary Airlocks that were erected to restore atmosphere to the various areas of the ship that were compromised and opened to space these were ment to help contain the atmosphere aboard when a giant chuck of the ship was simply vaporized. It was amazing how much damage this weapon had caused and yet very distinct in how it didn’t damage many other things. Somewhere out there was a vessel capable of this horror. Part of Haemis was glad he wasn’t aboard when it happened.
Stepping through the airlock he stopped a brief moment to watch as a large chunk of slagged metal at the edge of the crevasse that was left of the engineering section was detached and began floating away with a workbee. It was a huge piece of metal, another for the forensic science teams to mull over. He could see the various cargo ships floating in the distance waiting to drop their cargo of spare parts, and supplies to start restoring the vessel.
“How’s it go’n lads!" he asked stepping over to a group of engineering half in and out of a bulkhead, tossing unidentifiable pieces of burned things out of the wall.
"Fairly quickly sir!" one of them said from inside the bulkhead. “It’s like showing up home after your kids thrown a party and invited half his academy class.” A woman’s voice called from the inside.
“Good lads, and lass! Keep it go’n and we’ll see space again in no time!” he nodded as another piece of burned out circuitry was tossed aside. He shook his head at the sight of it, and continued down the hallway, if one could call it that. It was just a shell of where various labs and rooms once stood before that weapon.
As he passed through yet another temporary airlock, it was easy to spot the typically drunk Colonel Bul’Tic and the Admiral standing very close to him staring out into space, she seemed out of sorts to him but he approached and did the best thing he could think of. “Be Blunt” he said to himself in his head.
“Just what in the bloody ell do ya think yer do’n!” he watched the inebriated man turn and look him up and down. He didn’t give him a chance to really respond he just kept going. “Be’n here in this space with not ah shread of safety equipment of any kind in case of another failure!” he frowned hard at the two of them! “Ye may be the mother Mary herself ma’am but yer nay invincible. These Bloody fields have been pop’n on and off fer weeks now at random! Tis not safe! Not safe indeed!”
He produced a flask from his pocket and tossed it to the Colonel. “I believe this is yers! Get your own bloody brain solvent, and leave me people to the job of putting this beasty back together again!” he set his gaze upon the Admiral. “Forgive my bluntness ma’am, but you asked me to fix yer ship!” he looked briefly at the drunken man then back to her, “I need to be able to do so safely! Shut’n down da core is a must to complete repairs to the system, unless ye want me to fly ya round with only one nacelle!” he gestured out toward where you could see the burned husk of the nacelle, “Its not just a matter of shutten down da matter stream! Tis more complicated! Besides the yard is sending an entirely new unit to help expidite that repair alone, we need to get it off and restore the stur….“ he stopped a moment. “Ya don’t want me drone’n on about the details, so I’ll get right to it, the core is going offline in thirty minutes. Were already on station power so it won’t affect operations!” he glanced between the two waiting for approval despite his instance, “If there be no objections I’ll be off then.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 17:53:13 GMT -5
Two weeks before current time
Tail Kinker To~Ennien was restless, sitting in her tent. Her mother is out hunting for the camp's mid-day meal. The two of them took turns, Tail Kinker would hunt for early and late day meals, while her mother went with the midday hunting party.
Sometimes her mother would broach the subject of her finding a mate, Which she told her mother that she is interested but the selections were few. Of the selected, some were too old, some were just not interested or already taken or children old enough to Walk. None sounded appealing.
A loud clamor broke into her thoughts and she curled her tail in happiness. The hunting party is returning and the welcome homes were letting the camp know they were returning and well.. welcoming them home. She got up and stuck her head out the tent to see the hunting party walk into camp with a variety of things. Two carried slash backs, Three carried a couple spear fulls of grab foots and one even carried in a supply of tail kinkers, a local spice so hot that it was described at one time that a previous off-world visitor had exclaimed that if he had a tail, it would have a kink in it. She went out to greet her mother, and share news of the hunt
Her mother also shared news that she received a message from her brother. Her mother told him that her brother said that there is no change and he is still alive in the human star fleet. Her mother then commented that he never got over the death of his intended doubted he ever would, adding it was up to her to continue the family line. She told her mother of her thoughts and plan to join her brother, or at least do what he did, take to the stars in search of new paths, new adventures and possibly find a someone to be with, the idea of children not appealing to her at the moment. It would also give her the chance to put the training that Star Fleet had taught her to use. Her last assignment didn't end well and she had came home to relax. Now she was set to go again.
Her mother reluctantly agreed and in 2 days, she set out for Ennien to catch a shuttle. The trip would take her 4 days as long as she didn't run into any obstacles. The second day, she encountered a raging river, about the same time as 6 children, who told her that they were Walking then asked if she help them across the river. Walking, one of the most important events in a young sivaoan's life, marking the end of childhood, embarking on a journey into maturity and adulthood, both in the Walk-ers eyes and those of his/her family and peers. "You know it is not allowed for me to aid you." She told them "You should rely on yourselves to get to your chosen camp." The children looked at her with drooped whiskers, She seeing their disappointment at her refusal to help, then turned to each other and started to discuss ways to cross the river. She couldn't give them aid physically, but she could give them verbal aid "I would suggest taking northern path to cross the river" She advised. One of the females of the group spoke up "..but that would take 2 days to get there!" The younger female complaintively pointed out. Tail kinker nodded to the younger female "Indeed, it would." she confirmed, smelling the fatigue coming from younger female. There was also something else that she couldn't identify. She thought it would be advisable for them to rest before they went on but she assumed they wanted to travel as far as they could with as much day as they had left. She couldn't them for that reasoning but with fatigue setting in with more then just the younger female, it would be wise to conserve strength. The thought ran through her mind, but she did not voice it.
Just then she saw something in the water. She turned to see what it was, hearing one of the children pointing it out to the others as well. As it got closer, she could see it was a tree that feel in the water. It was just large enough that she may be able to reach the other side. A risky and dangerous plan came to her, and only one chance to pull it off. She didn't have time to think about it. At the right moment, she loped toward the ledge, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaped for and landing on the floating tree with a couple inches to spare. The children looked on with ears bent back in surprised amazement. She didn't waste any time, loping across the tree then upwardly leaping for the cliff beyond, seeing the remnants of a rope ladder that had broke from a previous flood. Catching the end of it, she found it was wet, which prevented her getting a firm grasp of the rope, it slipped from her grasp, she starting to fall towards the swollen river with no foot or hand grips in the smooth cliff wall. The children, seeing that she's in trouble, leaped for the tree making it as she did but they could do nothing for her now as the tree was beyond the point where she leapt off, Although, she was saved by a narrow ledge jutting out from the cliff but she didn't have time to relax. The ledge support was weak and it started to crumble under her weight. She had no choice but to leap up, which she did, catching a piece of dry rope. She then pulled herself up to safety
Looking back down to the river, to the tree she crossed, she found the children had decided to take the more dangerous path, not knowing they had attempted to rescue her if she had fell into the river. They all were on the tree, drifting down river. She lost sight of them when the river bended out of sight. She hoped that the children would be alright and their path led to safety, to a path toward their intended destination and not at the bottom of a waterfall. She turned to continue on her path to Ennien, dismissing them from her mind after sending a quick prayer to SunFall To~Ennien to watch over them
The following afternoon, she walks into Ennien and arranged for a shuttle to take her to the nearest star base. She is informed that the nearest shuttle is a day and a half away and won't arrive until the following evening. Deciding to stay and wait, she is invited to stay with a local of Ennien, which she accepts. During her stay, she learns the camp is expecting a group of 6 children attempting their Walk into maturity and Adulthood to arrive sometime in the morning hours of the next day. Perhaps it is the group she met at the swollen river? She voiced to her host that she met a group of 6 in her travels from Settle Sand 2 days prior to her arrival, including that she did not aid them in any way, accept to give them directions.
The next morning, the sun was barely 2 hours old when the trees erupted into a cacophony of noise, announcing the imminent arrival of the 6 that were expected. Tail kinker rose and went out with the others to welcome them. Ten minutes later, the 6 trudged slowly into camp, 2 of them were carried in a make shift gurney, having sustained injuries along the trail, but were still alive. The younger female she spoke to at the river among them, looking better then she did at the river, much to her relief. As she continued to observe, the children gave a collective nod, after the ones that were carried in rose to their feet, favoring their injuries, they each in turn spoke their names that they chose for each other. The younger female introduced herself as Tree Chaser To~Ennien. Tail kinker looped her tail in humor, thinking the name was good for the younger female. During early morning meal, the 6 new adults shared their meal and stories of the Walk after they escaped from the river. They encountered a pair of slashbacks, which would explain the injuries of the two that were carried in. Tree Catcher To~Ennien also explained that she had suffered from a small bout of noisy baby* when they had met at the river, which also explains for the scent Tail Kinker couldn't identify
A couple hours later, when it came closer to lunch, Tree catcher and a couple of her companions came to her and invited to lunch with them. As she accepted and about to leave her tent, her comm badge chirped but then there was no one on the other end. She excused herself and told Tree Catcher that she will join them in a few minutes. When they turned and left, She turned back inside her tent, dreading what may happen in the next few minutes: Her recall to duty. She digs out her portable communications device, turning it on and almost grimacing at the person who greeted her. "Oh, it's you." She said to the other female on the other end, an admiral. "Here I was hoping you had forgotten about me and I could retire." The other female merely looked at her a moment before commenting "Not very likely, commander. I have new orders for you. You are to meet with the USS Legacy for your new assignment as Tacical officer and you will also be there Second Officer in Command.." Tail Kinker withheld a groan but her ears did droop. "But first, you will meet with your aid at Star base 234 and travel with the Sotrila." Tail Kinker growled at the mention of Starbase 234. "That's the CRV Headquarters. I hate that place. I have a shuttle coming for me at sunset. I shall tell the pilot of my change in plans." The Admiral nodded and the screen went black "So much for a restful lunch." She said to herself
Midday into evening, a shuttle, a delta flyer landed in camp with the pilot, a fellow Sivaoan emerging telling TK that he had arrived from Starbase 234 and is on leave. She nods at the officer. "My destination is Starbase 234. I will return the flyer for you. Enjoy your leave and when you return to your destination, may your path be smooth and arrive safely."
Two Days before current time
Two Days into her journey, traveling at warp 5, her flight path ran parrellel to the border of the Alpha-Gamma quadrants. Glancing to her Navigational sensors, she spotted a ship, passing just into sensor range. She suddenly yelps as the flyer is jostled a bit "By Sivao's twin moons.." She commented as a sensor light came on. Checking to see what the problem is, she groaned "This does not bode well. I do not wish to be stranded.." She breaks off as she taps in a course correction for the vessel on her sensors, thus putting her on the Gamma Quadrant side of the border. As she got closer to the vessel, she could determine it is a federation ship. Could they be towing something? breathing a sigh of relief, she opens a comm link, aimed at the vessel ahead "Federation vessel. This is Commander Tail Kinker To~Ennien, currently enroute to your position. My warp drive is overheating and i am about to lose warp capability. I request passage aboard your vessel. I repeat, My warp core is overheating and I am about.." The Delta flyer suddenly drops out of warp, venting plasma. She hoped two things. One, she still has Impulse, and two, She can get passage on that other ship.. and three, they see her on sensors. As she awaits a response, she checks the condition of the impulse drive.
* Noisy Baby, among Sivaoans is a child hood disease, much like Chicken Pox or the measles is for humans. It is common for children to get, for adults it hits them much harder and can be deadly
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Post by Major Monica Mindwinter on Mar 18, 2013 13:01:03 GMT -5
Her eyes widen as what she saw on the view screen. The power from that small vessel's weapon sliced the Legacy like butter…the saucer section just drifts off in slow motion. Monica’s breath just left her lungs and she nearly fell in her command chair. Watching all those people that she probably knew, ‘oh god! ‘Knew’ she thought’ Knowing the fact they are dead. Seeing bodies fly out to space…a flash slightly lights up the space towards the port Nacelle.
Her thoughts were jumbled but her deep down instincts caught her self from falling in her chair and she order's the helmsmen to jump to warp to follow the alien ship. “Break off and jump to warp! Follow that damn ship!” The helmsmen followed the order but an officer in the distance commented, “Should we stay? The Legacy is at drift!” Humanity would have told her to stay but logic told her The Admiral wanted her to follow the ship instead.
“No. Our priority is to capture that vessel! The Legacy will recover and we have our mission.” They jump to warp in pursuit…as soon as they were in weapons range he order the tactical officer to fire. “Fire a Tricobalt Torpedo dead ahead now!” The officer’s eyes widen and hesitates…Monica didn’t think twice and shoves the officer aside and fires the weapon. The Major pulls all possible power and diverts it to shields. The explosion drops them out of warp and blows them far from where they were.
She had no idea what kind of damage it would cause to the alien craft but it was something then nothing. The shockwave from the Tricobalt explosion rock’s the starship…Monica flies forward to the console as the force of the ship pushing diagonally in space. This kind of damage could very likely could have destroyed them as well but her calculations and her rerouting power and configuration of the shield harmonics…prevented they’re destruction. Damage to shields are down to thirty percent but for the most part the ship is still in the fight.
“As soon as we are able return to the Legacy.” She doesn’t look at anyone and she walks to the Ready Room. She waist till the doors close and she starts to cry. The feeling that came from within she didn’t understand and wouldn’t stop. Water started to fall from her eyes and she tried wiping them off as quickly as she could.
“Computer EMH!” Monica wanted the EMH Doctor to appear…as he was the only thing or PERSON that could help her understand what the hell is going on with her. The EMH appears to only flash out as the damage to systems effected the Command Deck’s holographic emitters. The internal comms. from the Ready Room go off, “What’s wrong Major” The holographic Doctor asked. “WHAT’S this! Am I damage? Salted water won’t stop coming out of my eyes! Am I damage?” The Doctor replies, “You are not damage. You are simply crying and that is normal to being human. Your upset and you need to compose your self. Try to breath slowly…take in the air slowly and deeply and exhale slowly and try it again till your calm down.”
She presses her cybernetic incased hand on her chest while having her self lean towards a bulkhead. The room was quiet up until her ears adjusted back to her self ones more. The room was dim and the lights of red alert was flashing. The sound of the alarm was going off and she whispers, “Computer turn off alarm sound and thank you Doctor.” She walks out without letting the doctor reply…and she walks back to her command chair.
Several hours later they found them selves back to where the Legacy was and all they found was the sliced section of the Chevron section of the ship. It was a clean precise cut and at drift along with debris from whatever was inside. A probe seems to have been left from the Legacy or whatever that towed her away.
The message from the probe told them to tractor beam the sliced section back to Starbase 111. She looks over to her Executive Officer, Marine Captain Beaubourg. “Take care of this. I’ll be in engineering.” She didn’t say much and if it was anything it was about duty or only to those few she was close to...where those were likely dead now…she found her self in a short lift to the Engineering Deck and worked on whatever damage there was on the engines. They had warp but it wasn’t in its top shape…she focused on hull integrity as well.
A few days later they found them selves towing the Legacy’s missing part towards Starbase 111. One of the officers call to Major Mindwinter from the Command Deck…while she was in her quarters regenerating. The disruption of her cycle cause her to jolt a bit and she taps her combadge, “Report?” The officer on deck or it was possibly her Executive Officer telling her about a Federation signature at the edge of they’re sensors. He played the distress call to her, “Federation vessel. This is Commander Tail Kinker To~Ennien, currently enroute to your position. My warp drive is overheating and i am about to lose warp capability. I request passage aboard your vessel. I repeat, My warp core is overheating and I am about..”
Monica simply said, “Ignore it.” She then returns to her regeneration. Not knowing Beaubourg that long she assumed that he would continue with the flight plan to the Starbase but with his good memory the name of the person in the distress call was of interest. Someone that he read off a PADD to be apart of the Legacy crew. Marine Captain orders to cut off the tractor beam and goes after the Delta Flyer.
Location: On board the USS Dark Skies a detached Support Escort of the USS Legacy. Close to the boarder of the Alpha-Gamma quadrants.
TAG: Marine Captain Beaubourg and Tail Kinker To-Ennien
OOC: Don't forget your tags! :::glares at Karen:::
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Post by Admiral A. Rothschild on Mar 19, 2013 13:02:48 GMT -5
The deep stare of her mirror image was broken by a smell! Not that the burnt flesh and wires were enough. The aroma of alcohol filled the room followed by loud non-lucid yammer. Colonel Bul’tic was pissed, plastered and one bastard of a chap. His form his face was untidy and no where close of being respected. However, this old officer knew how to get the Admiral’s crew moving. His decisions seem to be far from being desired but his action in combat was just like her own. The colonel knew all her moves before she could make them and that’s why he remains.
Her eyes were pulled towards the void making no notion of what she would do. The Admiral allowed her colonel to behave in how he normally did, aside from being pissed of whiskey. Having heard all his spouting she said in a calm tone but in a manner that was firm. “Did you really needed to do that?” As she conveyed about the flask and the Ensign.
“You are my right hand!” Still facing the void but had grabbed a hold of the colonel’s uniform. “Your bloody job is set a example! Get your shite sorted or I will do it for you.” Still having him in hand she shoves him nearly at the force field. Bul’tic’s face nearly grazed the field, “Did I make my self perfectly clear?” She waited for a response just as she heard a heavy set man walking towards them. Letting go of Bul’tic her head with her eyes shifted around towards the orange-redish haired chap. This young lad candidly spoke to them in a tone that she did not like, “Just what in the bloody ell do ya think yer do’n!”
The Admiral’s eyes stuck fast on Chief McTavish. “Be’n here in this space with not ah shread of safety equipment of any kind in case of another failure!”, as Haemis said. Her face gave out a look that could make a weak man urinate in they're trousers. “Ye may be the mother Mary herself ma’am but yer nay invincible. These Bloody fields have been pop’n on and off fer weeks now at random! Tis not safe! Not safe indeed!” She feared nothing even the said precautions.
She haven’t said anything yet but her form was clearly telling him something. Haemis being new on the Legacy put his at an disadvantage, while being outspoken could be dangerous. Although could place him some respect from the Admiral. She watched the heavy accent bloke revealing and fling the flask at the colonel. “I believe this is yers! Get your own bloody brain solvent, and leave me people to the job of putting this beasty back together again!” Anya watched her XO barely catch the bottle and agreed with the statement.
“Forgive my bluntness ma’am, but you asked me to fix yer ship!” Ask wasn’t what she would have said. “I need to be able to do so safely! Shut’n down da core is a must to complete repairs to the system, unless ye want me to fly ya round with only one nacelle!” Her stone cold face absorbed all that he said. Didn’t move when he motioned towards the damage Nacelle. “Its not just a matter of shutten down da matter stream! Tis more complicated! Besides the yard is sending an entirely new unit to help expidite that repair alone, we need to get it off and restore the stur….” He paused, “Ya don’t want me drone’n on about the details, so I’ll get right to it, the core is going offline in thirty minutes. Were already on station power so it won’t affect operations!” The Admiral stood close to his face. “If there be no objections I’ll be off then.” The Chief began to move away, just as he turned his back she said. “Very well then.” Saying it in a monotone, “Lieutenant Commander?” Anya paused. “On this ship never speak to me as curt as you have. Nor assume you done talking till I dismiss you.”
She waited for a moment and continued, “The Drone has been sent to fetch the missing Chevron section. When its here you and your crews will reattached it to the rest of my bloody ship.” She looked him over again. “I don’t care if your been stuck in the tubes, next time I see you I want your uniform tidy.” She turned her back on him and cared less what her XO was doing. “You are both dismissed.” Curtly she added, “…and Colonel keep your habits privately and report to me when the Major returns.”
Tag: Haemis Falkirk McTavish, & Jeremy Bul'Tic
Location: Starbase 111 - USS Legacy on deck 007
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Post by MCapt Beaubourg Tyler on Mar 19, 2013 19:21:48 GMT -5
"Are we in transporter range of the flyer?"
Beaubourg crossed his arms over his chest and regarded the sensor scans of the small craft. He had no problem disregarding the major's orders, provided it was for a good reason. Saving this Sivaoan's sorry tail, didn't qualify. The idiot aboard should have been working to repair or manually activate the cooling and containment systems instead of making a request for emergency evacuation. In another minute or so, it would be impossible to reverse the process and the shuttle would explode.
"Aye, Sir, came the cool reply from operations.
"Bring the commander aboard and then have security escort her to guest quarters. As much as I would like to leave her right where she is, Admiral Rothschild is expecting her and would undoubtedly prefer her to arrive aboard in one piece."
He received another acknowledgment in the same neutral tone as before and a few moments later, the confirmation that the commander was safely aboard.
"There's no point in trying to salvage the shuttle.Get us back on course to Starbase 111. And when Major Mindwinter returns, the new ship's cat can explain our delay to her."
Location: USS Dark Skies
Tags: Major Monica Mindwinter, Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien
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Post by Major Monica Mindwinter on Mar 21, 2013 5:05:29 GMT -5
When her regeneration cycle was complete...she walked off the alcove as normal. Monica headed to engineering and check up on the progress of the damage that they obtained. She somewhat notice the whispering and chatter from the crew around her. Having been on a ship that has only five decks or so…news travels fast, just like being in a small town population ten.
Since she found crew’s gossip irrelevant she didn’t bother asking about it. She went on her way and walked on to the Mess Hall to get a drink that had no smell but looked like a Gorn shited it out of his ass. It was simple nutrients that she didn’t find important to get a real human meal. It was just easier to have it as a semi liquid form in a mug. Plus it saved time…rather being seated and taking from five minutes to a hour of chewing. She could just drink and swallow her meal.
Ones she stepped off the turbo lift on to the Command Deck…seated in her chair. Disregarded everyone and read the updates from a PADD. Asking would have also would have gave her the reports while she was gone but Monica won’t talk to anyone unless its really necessary.
She calculated that the time back to the Starbase would take four days at warp six. Provided they all can maintain systems from blowing out and from the large section of the missing Legacy that they are towing. She noticed they’re was a slight miscalculated and that they will be delayed for thirty-seven minutes and twenty nine seconds.
“Can anyone explain to me that we dropped out of warp?” She waited for a response…mean while and gets up and walks to one of the consoles and learned that they not only dropped out of warp but disengaged the wreckage to pick up a stray feline. “Didn’t I order to ignore the distress call. We are ghost. We do not exist and we can’t allow others to know about our presents. Including the Federation. Who is responsible for this?” She looked around the room and ended her sights on her Marine Captain Beaubourg Tyler.
Location: On board the USS Dark Skies a detached Support Escort of the USS Legacy. Close to the boarder of the Alpha-Gamma quadrants.
TAG: Marine Captain Beaubourg
OOC: Oy! Add your tags!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 19:57:46 GMT -5
Even as she was venting plasma, the warp core of the shuttle continued to heat up. At this rate, she wouldn't have much time before she turned into a warp ball of fire. Not a good way to end her career or her life. Her clawed fingers quickly danced over the controls, initiating warp cooling systems. If that didn't work within the next few moments, she would have to eject the core. As she worked to do that, she noticed that the Impulse drive is only at half power. If she was lucky, she may get to the nearest star base. What she didn't realize or notice, is that the vessel she had sent the distress signal to had altered course to intercept her.
She bent down to rip a panel off the Navigational controls when she began to feel a tingling, a moment later the tingling spread to her whole body. She glanced up in surprise just as the cockpit of the delta flyer began to fade, being replaced by a transporter room aboard another vessel. She realized it was the ship she sent the distress call too. She breathed an inward sigh of relief then realized she was still holding the cover panel she had ripped off a few moments ago. "You could give a girl some kind of warning, next time." She said, speaking to the security detail that had came to greet her aboard. She stepped off the Transporter Padd, handing one of the security officers the cover panel while a couple more began escorting her out of the Transporter room. "I need to speak with your commander officer. I am needing to borrow a shuttle or perhaps alter this ship's course. I need to be at Star base 111 in 16 hours and they get tails twisted if I am late."
Sorry, Commander. We've been ordered by our XO to see you to a guest quarters."
"Then you may do so. I am in need of a shower, a fresh uniform and a meal, not exactly in the order. Feel free to inform your XO or your commanding officer that I wish to meet with him or her."
Yes, Ma'am. We will deliver your message. Here we are. Enjoy your stay.
Tail kinker merely nodded then entered to freshen up and perhaps get ready to meet with the mysterious Captain.
Location: On board the USS Dark Skies a detached Support Escort of the USS Legacy. Close to the boarder of the Alpha-Gamma quadrants.
TAG: Major Monica Mindwinter and Marine Captain Beaubourg
OOC: Don't forget your tags! :::glares at the kitten:::
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Post by MCapt Beaubourg Tyler on Mar 22, 2013 10:20:49 GMT -5
“Didn’t I order to ignore the distress call. We are ghost. We do not exist and we can’t allow others to know about our presents. Including the Federation. Who is responsible for this?” She looked around the room and ended her sights on her Marine Captain Beaubourg Tyler.
"That would be me, major. But of course the question is rhetorical since you've already read the most recent reports. So, if what you require is a statement of culpability, you now have it." The XO's black eyes snapped in challenge. Command wasn't something given to you, it was taken by those who had the strength to wield it.
"What you should be asking is why I made that decision."
He had been seated when Mindwinter had entered and had deliberately remained so until he'd been directly addressed. Now he stood and faced her. He was a full head taller, with a broad chest he emphasized by crossing the palms of his hands over one another in parade rest position at the small of his back.
"The sole occupant of that shuttle was Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien. She was en route to Starbase 234 to meet with the Sotrilla and then later to transfer to Legacy as tactical officer. I've just done you and the admiral a favor by retrieving her tail before it was roasted."
Going after the shuttle wouldn't have been Beaubourg's first choice. The Sivaoan would have filed a flight plan. The shuttle was Federation property and not privately owned. How were they going to explain the flyer's loss and the commander's sudden appearance on Legacy? It had been a calculated risk and the Marine was gambling that the admiral would agree with his decision.
"What the admiral wishes is uppermost in our consideration, isn't it?"
Tag: Major Monica Mindwinter
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Post by Major Monica Mindwinter on Mar 24, 2013 5:31:58 GMT -5
“That would be me, major. But of course the question is rhetorical since you've already read the most recent reports. So, if what you require is a statement of culpability, you now have it. What you should be asking is why I made that decision.” Monica was unaffected by the human’s attempt to provoke a human response of her own. How ever taller Beaubourg was to her…she looked at him. It was clear that her Executive was trying to show a righteous stand point to justify disobeying orders. “The sole occupant of that shuttle was Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien. She was en route to Starbase 234 to meet with the Sotrila and then later to transfer to Legacy as tactical officer. I've just done you and the admiral a favor by retrieving her tail before it was roasted.” She walked up to him and looked him over after he said that. She went on to walk around him as he continued to say, “What the admiral wishes is uppermost in our consideration, isn't it?” If a drone knew how to smile she would but she simply said, “Our orders are to retrieve the Legacy’s wreckage and bring it back to Starbase 111. I have not received any other orders other then the obvious…the tagging of the unknown alien craft.” She stopped in from of Beaubourg’s face. “The Admiral’s wish are top priority…however we will not assume her wishes until they are orders made by her. Your misjudgment could have possibly lost the cargo.” As Monica stated plainly. “I follow the Admiral’s orders to the letter and she trusts my judgment…as to why I am in command of this vessel and not your self. Your job is to state recommendations and not act upon them. Never assume you know what the Admiral wants.” Her brown eyes center straight in to Beaubourg’s black eyes. “Was Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien’s craft salvaged? If not is it destroyed? From this forth on she is considered dead.” A security officer enters the Command Deck informs her of the guest’s request. Monica turns and nods…she turned back to her Executive officer. “You brought her aboard you talk to her. I have more urgent matters to attend to.” As she conveyed the damage conduit dangling over head of them. Regardless of the wishes of the Commander…the Dark Skies have strict orders. They can not detour even for a an expected guest…Monica has never got orders from the Admiral to alter her current orders. She was use to following the manner she was accustom to Admiral Rothschild. An order was given, she would follow and complete said order. Report to the Admiral and follow new orders. The Admiral was like her surrogate Borg Queen…Monica was shaped in the image of how the Admiral wanted her to perform. This Beaubourg was new its understandable that he doesn’t know how the Admiral wants her needs executed. But his mistake was disobeying his Major’s orders. “Beaubourg you are dismissed. Brief the Commander of our mission and personally tend to her needs. However she can not alter our mission in anyway. You are to make sure of this…” She address the Marine Captain both words and facial expression…implying if Beaubourg needs to be little dirty to have Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien’s compliance. “She isn’t apart of the crew just yet.”Location: USS Dark Skies, Command Deck
Tags: Marine Captain Beaubourg
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Post by MCapt Beaubourg Tyler on Mar 25, 2013 18:28:17 GMT -5
Beaubourg ignored the dismissal and leaned in a few centimeters closer. He spoke softly, so that only Monica could hear him.
"Orders are for those with no initiative. A good officer knows how to look beyond the order to fulfill the desire and to learn to anticipate and fulfill those desires before they're even expressed. It's what defines the exceptional from the ordinary. Someday major, you'll have to learn how to think outside the cube."
He gave her an enigmatic wink and straightened, then performed an academy cadet perfect salute and left the command deck.
Major Mindwinter was, after all, only following orders. She still blindly believed in the order and unquestioning obedience of the hive. Unfortunate but not unexpected. The real blame for this could be laid at the furry feet of that damned Sivaoan who had forced the decision by her ineptitude.
Most of Beaubourg's fellow project Brothers and Sisters were dead. Their attempt to reclaim what belonged to them, cut short by unchecked ambition. They had never learned that if they rose as one, they presented a unified target and that nothing brought the Federation together the way a common enemy did. Beaubourg would not make that same mistake. He would take what he wanted, but by stealth, not by proclamation.
No guard was posted at the door of Tail Kinker's quarters but the door itself was secured. Beaubourg tapped in his ID and the door slid open with a quiet shush of air. He walked in and introduced himself.
"I'm Marine Captain Beaubourg Tyler, the executive officer of this ship. The captain, Major Mindwinter has asked me to answer your questions and see to your needs." His attitude was one of perfect courtesy, the contempt masked so that even the sensitive Sivaoan wouldn't be able to smell it.
Location: USS Dark Skies, Command Bridge, Guest Quarters
Tag: Commander Tail Kinker to-Ennien
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 16:34:45 GMT -5
As soon as she settled in, she felt like she needed a shower, whether a water one or a sonic one, she didn't care. It had been nearly a week before she done any bathing. 2 days in a shuttle, nearly 4 days on an impromptu Walk and then she nearly drowned
Stepping into the shower room, she removed what little clothing she wore, fur covering the more intimate parts of her anatomy. She decided to use the sonic shower as it would be best to soothe her aching, sore and stiff muscles
20 minutes later, she walked out of the shower room, foregoing her clothes. She would rather not wear the bothersome garments at all, but the humans, they insisted. Walking out into the living room, she heard a click. Her head snapped over to the door as a rather pretentious male walked in like he belonged there, as if she were walking into his own quarters. Her tail lashed and nearly thumped the floor, her ears tilting back against her head as the male introduced himself as Major Tyler, First Officer of the vessel that saved her. A Major Mindwinter has given him permission to him to answer her questions and see to her needs. Her whiskers twitched. How lucky for her I should cuff you for simply walking in without permission, but I will not. That is my thanks to you and your captain for saving my tail. Even though I am a guest on your vessel, Major, I would like to be extended the respect and privacy you humans share." She paused to switch topics "I need to get to starbase 111 as soon as this ship can get us there. I am expected and thought i was going to be late before my rescue."
TAG: Marine Captain Beaubourg
OOC: Don't forget your tags! :::glares at the kitten:::
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Post by MCapt Beaubourg Tyler on Mar 28, 2013 9:11:31 GMT -5
"How gracious of you." Beaubourg dropped the air of courtesy and folded his arms across his chest.
"You're fortunate I stuck my tail out for you, or you wouldn't be here at all to make your requests. The captain's order was to ignore your distress call.
"If you're truly grateful, then there are far better ways to show it and if you aren't," he shrugged, I'm sure it can be arranged for you to join your shuttle in having disappeared under mysterious circumstances."
This ship is not a shuttle you can hail and expect to go wherever you'd like. You go where we go. Your flyer was destroyed and as far as anyone else is concerned, you were destroyed along with it."
"Is your guest status clearer to you now, commander?"
Location: USS Dark Skies, Guest Quarters
Tag: Commander Tail Kinker to- Ennien
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Post by Lieutenant Louise Xander on Mar 28, 2013 9:17:23 GMT -5
Location: Starbase 111 - Admiral Rothschild's Office
In her new, worn proudly, uniform with the rank of Lieutenant shinning on the collar. She stands in front of the Admiral's Secretary. "I am LT Louise Xander. Admiral Rothschild is expecting me." She watched as the Secretary informed the Admiral that she had arrived.
Tag: Admiral Rothschild
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