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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Aug 12, 2009 15:50:18 GMT -5
Mission briefings will be posted here.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Sept 10, 2009 15:15:34 GMT -5
Addison had finally finished with the line of officer with questions or simply disputes before he could settle down and enjoy his first command. He knew that his Chief Medical Officer was not aboard yet, but he was excused from the christening. Jeff was anxious as he noticed the screen change. It was an official communique. This would perhaps be their first mission.
Captain Addison,
I congratulate you on getting the most sought after command in the fleet. I had hoped that I would still be able to command a ship when it was completed, but Fleet operations is an important assignment. There is a planet just outside the Zald system. It was designated by them Colony CZ22. Over the last year, there had been social upheavals on the colony, but what colony doesn't have those. The Zald officially lost control about two months ago. The colony has proclaimed themselves an independent world called 'Zodara'. The Zaldians however, had a backup plan. In case things didn't go well, they stopped paying the tribute for Zodara. They knew that by Imperial law they only had to pay so long as the world was a colony of Zald.
They owe a year of back payment for Planetary security and Imperial tributes. I want you to go and either collect it or if the Zodorans can't pay their world is forfeit and will be repossessed.
I know its not a glamorous first assignment, but no first mission really is. I'll be looking for your report in two solar days.
Admiral Martin R Pope
Chief of Fleet Operations
Well, he thought the assignment of import whether the Admiral did or not. Deadbeats, who did not pay their proper tribute did not deserve to be part of the United Empire. He sent the coordinates to the Flight Control officer and went back to his reports.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Dec 10, 2009 12:27:46 GMT -5
When I decided to join Imperial service I was on a trip to Egypt. I studied the great pyramids and saw the grandeur of the valley of the kings. I realized it was the will of man that created these wonders that have stood the test of time. I remember when I first saw Emperor Blackledge, and realized that he was one of these men. Now I find myself in his unenviable position. I don't consider myself shaping a world, but more shaping the future of the empire.
We have just encountered a force that is at least equal to our own. Conventional wisdom and all says we should regroup and come up with a plan of action. I say to hell with conventional wisdom. Tactically this may not be the sound move, but my job isn't to be a tactician anymore. I have yet to see my crew respond in true Imperial fashion. Our job is not to beat this enemy but to crush them. We need them to know that that Empire is the law in this quadrant or any other. I sit at my desk sharpening my dagger as a tiger sharpens its claws waiting to strike. I will talk to Sloan about the particulars, but this has gone beyond a simple battle. I want decimation.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Feb 3, 2010 23:16:12 GMT -5
Commanding Officer's Log:
It has been three hours since this mysterious agent 'rescued us'. I use the term loosely for a reason. As I sit here we are still trapped in a place from which we do not come. My Flight control officer is going over the data our benefactor downloaded, but there is so much information that it will take her time before she is able to discern where we are, or where we need to go. This man offers an artifact that unless you were a student of ancient history you would not have heard of. This Sword belonging to Julius Cesar will not help us escape our fate. I don't know where this 'Elliot' jaunted us to, but I'm sure Captain Sterling is not far behind. My first instinct is to play this 'Madman' Elliot's game since we have no other choice. After all, he's the first thing we come to close to a 'friendly' since our arrival. I have been told that he didn't ever register as a life for on our internal sensors. That means Technology more advanced than our own, and likely this Imperial ship Indomitable.
This is a very delicate situation. We are far away from anything close to Imperial law. I have to keep my eyes on the morale of the crew, and my Executive Officer. With all the problems we encountered, the last thing we need is an uprising to add to it. I have too many questions and not enough answers. I've asked myself what Blackledge my do in similar circumstances, but I don't think I have the guts to start a war in a place I'm unfamiliar with. The thought makes me laugh. I guess I'll have to find my own solution.
End Log.
Mission Objectives:
1) Get the ship warp capable
2) Get weapons back online.
3) Find a route to the historical archives.
4) Don't get killed or captured in the process
End Briefing
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on May 27, 2010 19:12:52 GMT -5
Captains Log Supplemental:
It has been two days since my 'talk' with Sloan. We have both said nothing Else on the matter. I'm sure he is back to his work at stabbing me in the back. In the meantime, though we have been unassigned I picked up a signal that a station was taken over by some Bajoran Rebels. Its a station in their system so it follows it would serve as a great staging area for the beginnings of a battle force. The station is of little value to the Empire, but the message was an all ships bulletin. This station Terok Nor, was just a mining outpost, but I've been told they have arned it. The Defiant has cooled its heels long enough so I think we'll investigate this station.
Mission Objectives:
1) Reach Terok Nor'
2) Assess the Bajoran threat
3)End the siege
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Jul 29, 2010 16:00:47 GMT -5
Terok Nor. Addison walked along the quiet ring around the promenade of the station. He did not know what the name meant, but it held a certain elegance to the young Captain. When the assignment came up, he knew that it was unwanted by most. They remember the stories told to them by their parents or grandparents. The times when humans were the ones digging for ore on this mining station.
He looked at the dark silent expanse and decided that this was the a sleeping dragon. A beast that should be a place to house a large scale operation. Not slaves but workers with incentives to produce. He could see the promenade of store fronts and restaurants all owned by him and used to feed the money paid back into his pockets. He smiled at the thought. As much as he loved Defiant, he felt more comfortable here. He had always thought his fate was to follow in the foots steps of Blackledge, bu maybe his fate was to do for the private sector what Blackeledge did for the military. He was so deep in his thought he nearly fell. He pulled back from the railing and as he did a flash of light then a burning sensation. His head began to spin, but instinctively he unloaded with disruptor grudgingly given to him by his first officer. He could hear the fading scream as the disruptor worked it slow destructive work. Addison crumpled to the deck with the metallic taste on his tongue and rage in his mind.
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Post by ***Defiant Action*** on Oct 28, 2010 20:23:28 GMT -5
Chief Medical Adjunct, Keran Jarro had not expected as much progress as had been made in the last few hours. He had finally allowed his Medical Tech to take charge of the strangers. Jarro was a large man and tended to lope more than than walked. He crossed the room like a silver back gorilla. The smell of various types of alien blood and decaying bodies went unnoticed. Research Chief Jonzz walked up to him. "Sir we have analyzed the scans made in teleportation, and it is as we thought. These being carry several organisms inside of them unknown to us."
"Are these organisms useful?" Jarro responded.
"I'm still testing, but I believe so."
"Good." His yellow eyes glowed as he smiled. "Very good. 'They' will not know what hit them."
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Dec 16, 2010 10:19:59 GMT -5
Captain's Log:
Having exited the Gamma quadrant my crew is still untested. At least they are in my opinion. I had hoped they would become more of a cohesive unit, but I must blame myself and my Executive Officer. He can be quite capable, but unfortunately easily distracted. I have given Imperial Command my report on the Gamma quadrant findings. They have formed a 'Task force' to examine the findings and decide a course of action. The translation to that is this: There are a lot of Admirals and Captain trying to figure out if this is an easy path to glory and riches.
I found these beings to be both capable and formidable. My suggestion was limited contact until the quadrant became more stable, and since it was Defiant that made 'First contact'. Only Defiant should further explore the quadrant. I have decided I hate politics.
End Log.
Mission Briefing:
My crew deserves a well earned rest. I tried to give it to them, and we have been given a 'working leave' so to speak. Risa has been partnered with the Empire since before the slaving. However, I've been told that there is some sort of resistance movement going on there. wishing their world to become more than a 'Tourist stop''. They're making more profit than the empire so I do get it. Nevertheless, we have been put on the job. I'll let some unneeded personnel enjoy the planet while I , and a few others go find out about this resistance movement.
End Briefing.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Feb 3, 2011 13:05:12 GMT -5
Captain's Log:
I watched the personnel transport leave, and hoped they would get this business finshed quickly. By my calculation, the Risans are losing .83 trillion in latinum a day on this. It was good to see Sonja again. A competent pilot is hard to find, especially in the Empire. I seen Pallaton down with them to aid the customers. I asked my father what the underworld was like. I alway thought it was a flaming pit till he put me straight. He told me it was cold. He was uncofortable but unless you in it you won't burn. Cold kills your body, your mind and your spirit. The more naferious part of its nature is that you won't even notice all of this. You won't notice because you nerves will be dulled and you won't feel yourself dying.
End Log
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Jun 23, 2011 10:35:09 GMT -5
Typically, Addison hated these things. He had a secure meeting with Commodore Simon Von Doring. The head of a new covert branch of the military that hadn't even been named yet. He sat down in his officer and initialized 'lock down' protocol. Once he was sure the door was secure and all surveillance had been disabled, he activated the screen. The first thing that appeared was prompt for a security code. The next was a retinal scan, and the last was a finger print. An image finally appeared on the screen.
"I must commend you on a good albeit loud job on Vulcan." Simon Von Doring smiled.
"If you wanted quiet you should have asked for it." He smiled back.
"I believe that I did." He said with a slightly stern tone[color=Brown]. "All that being said, good job. Good enough for a new job."
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"There you go signing me up again." Addison said in a joking manner.
"And you know damn well you loved it." He shot back. "We have a ship that came through the void. It is totally alien to any design we've seen. We want that ship. We want to know where it came from, and study its technology."
"IF you get much more excited I'll have to turn my monitor off."
"Very funny," Simon responded. "I've sent the coordinates to you and I want you thrusters on ASAP. We already know that both the Orions and Klingons, yes I said Klingons are after it.."
"Hmm," He said thoughtfully. "Never thought they'd have the guts to get in Imperial business again."
"Neither did I" He said as if he knew more than he was willing to reveal at this time. "Get your Imperial act together and get me my ship. One other thing, I want this kept under wraps That means only you will know before arrival what the goal is."
"As always, the Empire prevails. Addison out."
He ended the transmission then stood up. This new department was starting to intrigue him. It felt like a place a tactician like himself would feel at home.
*Note: The Romulan ship show in the sim will not be recognized by the crew. In the Empire its been a century since we've seen Romulans, and after our enslavement most records were destroyed.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Jul 28, 2011 17:36:25 GMT -5
Captain's Log:
Today we arrive at Liberty Starbase conquering heroes. It is surprising what picking up one salvage job will do. The commodore doesn't disappoint either. It takes a lot of leverage to commandeer a star base. As per his orders all unessential personnel has been evacuated. That includes the stations CO. I am to take command of the station until the research team arrives to get the ship. As usual, he has been closed lipped about our next mission. I've decided to enjoy this victory for a time, but only a short time. I have ambitions of my own and its time to act ot them.
End Log
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Aug 11, 2011 18:54:28 GMT -5
Captain's Log:
My select officer have had their chance to gather what information (or Items) from the alien ship. Research has yielded that this race may have been related to an ancient group that committed mass suicide. It just goes to show once again we know how to eliminate problems on the other side they just let them grow. I have promised Dominique a private moment on the ship. She earned it. In the mean time, we have rated an invitation to the coronation of the new Emperor. He's been ruling for years, but with his father getting closer and closer to death they apparently want to make it official. We will be heading back to Earth. The good news is that the Emperor to be has chosen the palace in Rome. I personally prefer the Memphis palace, but I have never been to Rome. Dress uniform required.
End Log
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Aug 17, 2011 8:47:48 GMT -5
Captain's Log:
Star Date: Supplemental
Our first officer had a long and enjoyable tour of the alien ship. At least the smile on her face when she returned gave me that impression. We reached Earth system in record time. However, the Defiant was ordered to stop by the Ares warbase orbiting Mars. The Ares War base is both a ship yard and the research and development hub of the Empire. The base is run by Admiral DeFay. I"m told he runs it like his own private fiefdom. Whether that is true or not he seemed to only be interested in two things: The data that Nitobe took from the alien ship, and refitting the Defiant. I personally think he just wants to see if we broke. Once and engineer always and engineer. The important thing is that he does not need me. I have invited Commander Fleury to accompany me on the Captain's yacht to Earth. I've also taken the liberty of giving the rest of the crew leave, save my senior and bridge staff. They will have to make their own way to the coronation. Tardiness will not be tolerated.
End Log
Objectives:
1) For Nitobe report to De Fay and then....
2) Get to Earth from Ares War Base(for the rest of us this is the only objective)
P.S. Sorry, but you will be wearing dress uniforms, and boots polished to a mirror shine.
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Post by Captain Jeff Addison on Aug 25, 2011 19:32:10 GMT -5
If you haven't read the thread log under "Politics of Dancing "please do.
Mission Briefing:
I am between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Needless to say leave it over. I'll find out if Dominique might have a clue where he took that damn ship. I think its going to haunt my career. I will be recalling everyone from leave and we will get under weigh ASAP to where I have no idea, but I have a week to figure it out.
End Log.
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Post by Cmdr Dominique Fleury on Mar 15, 2012 17:54:11 GMT -5
Dominique ran her hand down the scarlet feather that adorned her hat, smoothing it into place. She examined the crushed black velvet material for any speck of dust that might have marred it's appearance and cocked her head so that the bottom of the red lace that framed the tricorn, met the top of her arched eyebrow.
The light caught on the blood ruby teardrop, attached to the gold hoop earring she wore and she smiled. She wore her hair loose. It fell down her back in waves, while silky jet tendrils framed her face. She slid the jeweled dagger into the sheath at her hip, careful not to touch the blade, and adjusted the gold command sash. Silver had never been her color. Gold suited her much better.
She sighed and clicked her tongue discontentedly, uttering an oath in French, as she removed the gold and retied the silver in place.
Soon..she promised herself. Very soon...
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