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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on May 24, 2010 22:39:55 GMT -5
New Storyline Thread
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on May 24, 2010 22:46:26 GMT -5
Starfleet Alert:
There has been an event in Sector Z-6. All starships are ordered to stay clear of that sector until further notice or otherwise ordered.
Admiral Darrel Beechum
Assistant Director, Starfleet Operations
He looked over the short message and let out a low whistle. Darrel had only had this job a week. He'd come over from supply and was told this was a less complicated assignment. He had his fill of reports when he was the head of supply division. It was a far cry from his starship days. The Texan had been know as a ‘gunslinger’ in those days; quick to attack and always ready for action. Now his job was to shuffle weapons uniforms and fuel to ship. Now he felt like a glorified air traffic controller. “Are you troubled about our Romulan friends?”
He turned. It was a familiar voice. The voice of Koval. Koval was a Vulcan assigned for ambassadorial duty, but like most never stuck to the job description. If Darrel didn’t know any better the Vulcan could be titled a ‘thrill seeker’ but Vulcan’s didn’t seek thrills. ‘No,” He said absently. I ..uh was thinking about more.” He paused “Interesting times. No Ambassador, I have faith in Commodore St Claire. He’s been working with the Romulans since the treaty was originally drafted.
“Interesting time?” The Vulcan raised an eyebrow which was indicative of puzzlement by his race. “You do not find the job you have challenging enough?”
“Its plenty challenging, but…” He paused again. “You know..” He paused again. “Maybe you don’t” he said to himself. “Out there.” He pointed to the observation window. “In space, you know in command you can make a difference. Here you still can, but not as well directly.”
The Vulcan regarded him as he stammered through his explanation and then pondered a moment himself trying to grasp what this human was saying. Finally he spoke. “Ripples in the pond Admiral. One small ripple can create a great upheaval. Never underestimate your impact on the universe.”
“You are right, of course.” He bowed and conceded. “But I still reserve the right to growl occasionally." He said with a smile.
“I believe the phrase is 'Your bark is worse than your bite’?” The Vulcan retorted.
Darrel had brought up a cup of coffee to his lips and had work to keep from spraying it on the viewport. He nodded silently to the Vulcan and made a silent prayer that whatever was happening was isolated to one area.
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jun 6, 2010 18:05:53 GMT -5
Greetings commanding and first officers of the UF,
You know me as both the Executive Officer of New York and Pegasus. I have, with the approval of the Command staff been given permission to start a multi platform event. I want to point out I have used the word ‘event’ for a reason. This is not a storyline that any of you have to follow, but more an event that can either be used or ignored. I will give you a synopsis of what has gone on, and if you wish to use it feel free and if you don't, that is fine too. If you have questions, I’m just a PM or an email away.
Andrew Shackleford
Synopsis:
The Starship New York has disappeared. Such a thing for most ships would bear investigation, but for New York its even more precarious. New York, Along with Dhivael are the two ships being used as an experiment to see If the Federation and Romulan Star Empire can work together as allies. Unbeknownst to the Federation, and Romulans, the New York was pulled through a rift to an alternate reality. The problem is that the rift was unstable and that more unstable rifts events are happening. The most violent event as of yet is the one witnessed by Pegasus while investigating the disappearance of New York. The event destroyed the Romulan ship the CHr Khallinien. The Pegasus lay crippled and they still have to deal with the Romulans who are already on edge as the New York was equipped with one of their prized cloaking devices.
What has not yet been found out:
We have had ongoing investigations of three renegade groups: The Trinity comprised of rogue members of the Federation Of Planets, The Hatham composed of Romulans, and BachHa' composed of renegade Klingons. In an unprecedented move these groups have been sharing the development of a new technology based on advanced Iconian technology. What each did not realize is that the equipment they were handling was still in operation. Each time they removed a component it caused the delicate balance to be skewed. Eventually when discovered the components will have to be returned and reinstalled properly. I intend on Pegasus to take care of that main story.
The effects:
As of now, the sky’s the limit. There will be rifts opening up from various realities so things can get lost in and come out to menace the ships of our fleet. It is something that can either be incorporated in the sims or just commented on. The effects can be as with the Romulan ship, just the energy wave of an opening or what comes out of it. Once the components are returned things will slowly go back to normality.
Information:
I will be posting on both Pegasus and New York periodic reports from Starfleet along with detailed logs as to how they are handling things and what are the reactions to the event. CO’s will have the option of posting these to add info to their sim or to ignore them and get on with the business of their own stories. All optional.
Starfleet Alert:
There has been an event in Sector Z-6. All starships are ordered to stay clear of that sector until further notice or otherwise ordered.
Admiral Darrel Beechum
Assistant Director, Starfleet Operations
He looked over the short message and let out a low whistle. Darrel had only had this job a week. He'd come over from supply and was told this was a less complicated assignment. He had his fill of reports when he was the head of supply division. It was a far cry from his starship days. The Texan had been know as a ‘gunslinger’ in those days; quick to attack and always ready for action. Now his job was to shuffle weapons uniforms and fuel to ship. Now he felt like a glorified air traffic controller. “Are you troubled about our Romulan friends?”
He turned. It was a familiar voice. The voice of Koval. Koval was a Vulcan assigned for ambassadorial duty, but like most never stuck to the job description. If Darrel didn’t know any better the Vulcan could be titled a ‘thrill seeker’ but Vulcan’s didn’t seek thrills. ‘No,” He said absently. I ..uh was thinking about more.” He paused “Interesting times. No Ambassador, I have faith in Commodore St Claire. He’s been working with the Romulans since the treaty was originally drafted.
“Interesting time?” The Vulcan raised an eyebrow which was indicative of puzzlement by his race. “You do not find the job you have challenging enough?”
“Its plenty challenging, but…” He paused again. “You know..” He paused again. “Maybe you don’t” he said to himself. “Out there.” He pointed to the observation window. “In space, you know in command you can make a difference. Here you still can, but not as well directly.”
The Vulcan regarded him as he stammered through his explanation and then pondered a moment himself trying to grasp what this human was saying. Finally he spoke. “Ripples in the pond Admiral. One small ripple can create a great upheaval. Never underestimate your impact on the universe.”
“You are right, of course.” He bowed and conceded. “But I still reserve the right to growl occasionally." He said with a smile.
“I believe the phrase is 'Your bark is worse than your bite’?” The Vulcan retorted.
Darrel had brought up a cup of coffee to his lips and had work to keep from spraying it on the viewport. He nodded silently to the Vulcan and made a silent prayer that whatever was happening was isolated to one area.
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 27, 2010 12:37:10 GMT -5
Kuvak walked into the Conference Room of the New York. It was a bit different than the Federation ships. It had the normal large display, but Romulans used it as both a place of casual and professional meetings. Sometimes having the senior staff for midday meal. It felt slightly less formal. He sat down and watched his Helm officer with curious eyes. "Ensign, please be seated."
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 27, 2010 12:46:39 GMT -5
She walked in after him and noted he paused for a brief moment before offering her a seat. She sat down looking at him her eyes fully showing her heritage and she spoke, Yes sir. Sitting in the chair gave her body some support that it needed and she waited for him to continue because he was the one to call the meeting, so he would have to be the one to lead it.
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 27, 2010 13:27:26 GMT -5
He decided to get up and get them both some water. He put the pitcher down in front of her. She looked spent, and he didn't have the luxury of giving her needed rest. "Are you feeling better Ensign?"
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 27, 2010 13:31:01 GMT -5
She looked at him, “I’m fine just tired. The strain the last away mission put on my mental self was enough to make a lesser being give in. But I didn’t and I never will, sir.” In short she wasn’t in the mood for small talk nor would she mentally be able to withstand it the strain it was for her to speak verbally her thoughts were wearing on her and she knew he was a telepath but she didn’t want to put a strain on him. They were officers in this setting not friends or colleagues so she was going to keep it to answers only with him and not get personal. “I trust there is a reason behind this Commander?”
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 28, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5
I wanted to ask you about the mission because I needed to know why you were unable to access your telepathic abilities. He said mirroring her straight-forward approach.
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 28, 2010 23:22:09 GMT -5
She looked at him, " I was unable to drop my sheild because if I did then I would go insain. Any further then that sir and you would have to have someone within the intelagence community give you the classified files of my duty rotations sir." Her eyes held no color in them other then black and white singaling that she was in a time of high stress. "I have been trained to use my gift as a weapon in defence of myself, the ship, or team mates. Am I allowed to return to duty now sir?"
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 28, 2010 23:28:28 GMT -5
He made note of the stress in her eyes. "I don't pretend to possess the talents of your level. I don't want you to think I'm uncaring in the matter, but if you could focus those abilities I believe it could help us find our way home. I think you are the only one on the crew who is near the level of the beings that made that sphere."
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 28, 2010 23:33:15 GMT -5
She looked at him puzzled, " What about David? He doesn't have marine disaplin or orders holding him back...sir...if I drop my sheild I could go insain and end up indangering this ship. The minds here are not silent or quite any particular time of the day. Even you're sir." She stayed perficatly still in her chair and waited for him not wanting to over react to anything.
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 28, 2010 23:43:50 GMT -5
I admit my lack of discipline. He conceded. I would not undergo the Kholanar ritual so it does not surprise me to hear my mind is undisciplined.
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 29, 2010 15:10:52 GMT -5
She nodded, “I did not mean to say that your mind is not more orderly then the rest and that there isn’t quietness to it, sir. Just that I am trying to make you understand that being assaulted with unfiltered thoughts of the entire crew by dropping my mental shield might just push me to do this ship more harm than good.” She could tell that despite his non-emotional appearance that he still harbored deep within him the same feelings as anyone else so she was approaching him differently now. “I don’t understand how I can be more advanced than any other telepath on here, sir.”
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Post by Lt Commander Kuvak on Jul 29, 2010 18:21:28 GMT -5
First of all, you don't have to worry about tact. He poured some water for both of them. I'm a Vulcan and have no ego to bruise. If anything, I find your candor refreshing. No, I'm not looking at what you've shown but your potential. I wasn't able to obtain your entire file, but my liaison status affords me some access. I know there is more that can be done, and if you were not afraid.....He paused. I'll not force you but I will give you time to think about this.
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Post by Ens. Jane Suder on Jul 29, 2010 23:34:37 GMT -5
She looked at him now ticked off and not going to hold back. Doing something she vowed never to do she reached through her shield and spoke to him the only way he would seem to understand her. ~ This is not a game Kuvak. I have tried to put it to you nicely so now I’m going to put it to you not so nicely. I can’t drop my shield it will put this ship in danger. ~ She then sighed verbally and pulled out from him mentally breathing harder then what she had been before. “Sorry sir I didn’t mean to be so invasive but I had to get my point across.”
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