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    It was a staple of The Original Series for its entire run – visited three times over the seasons, the Great Barrier stands as one of the more esoteric and dangerous threats the crew of the starship Enterprise ever faced. As more of the Milky Way galaxy is explored and examined, it’s only natural that curious eyes and intrepid spirits should turn outward. Starfleet’s mission, one of discovery and protection, make the Great Barrier a tempting target for starship crews across the quadrants. But attempting to penetrate the enormous purple energy field usually comes at a great (or absolute) cost. Even advanced races struggle to make the trip beyond. We’re forced to wonder how wise such an attempt might be, but the unknown origins, and equally unknown purpose of the barrier, make for a tempting mystery. And though dangerous, the secrets the barrier holds are enticing. This Poll of the Week asks: Under what circumstances would you cross, or enter, the Great Barrier? Click here to head to the forums now and vote in this week’s poll. Be sure to leave a comment in the thread! The post Poll of the Week: Crossing The Great Barrier? appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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    From deep in the Beta Quadrant to the remote edges of the Shoals, here are the latest updates from the ships of the StarBase 118 fleet. Starfleet Captive Successfully Rescued In Daring Raid, Romulan Plot Stymied By Unknown Intelligence LOKESH CITY, DURONIS II — Utilizing a cunning deception and the cover of darkness, Starfleet Marine and Security personnel were successful in recovering Doctor Addison MacKenzie from her captors. Starbase 118 Gains New Allies In Fight Against the Cult of Molor STARBASE 118 OPS — The crew of Starbase 118 is working to gain allies in its fight to bring the Cult of Molor to justice for its sinister acts. USS Eagle Investigates Nivian Ring, Assaulted By Alien Species AAVARO WILDS — In the pursuit of knowledge with which to repair the critically damaged stellar structure known colloquially as a Nivian Ring, the Federation starship Eagle sustained an attack. Constitution Crew Assists in Rescue and Repairs of Mining Colony XATRAC CITY — After disaster strikes the mining colony of Xatrac City, the crew of the USS Constitution-B step in to help with rescue and repair efforts. Amidst Various Shore Leave Activities, Atlantis Holds A Memorial Service And Celebrates A New Life PAR’THA EXPANSE — Having aided the planet of Tibro, the crew of the USS Atlantis enjoy shore leave activities as they make their way back to their homeport. Chaos Strikes Museum On Væron; Explosions, and Riots Reported VÆRON — A colony Administrator of the Romulan Republic of Væron appealed for peace and restraint in the city after a street riot and fires broke out in the Val’Bhaonn Markets following an explosion at the renowned historical museum. Rogue Planet Alert: All Merchants Ordered To Keep Ongoing Long-range Sensor Scans FEDERATION SPACE — Starfleet has ordered all cargo transport vessels to keep long-range sensors active as USS Veritas chases a rogue planet. The post Starfleet Mission Updates: Stardate 239704 appeared first on Federation News Service. View the full article
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    ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Level 9B, Science Lab 11, House Larkon Space, Paldor System, Mining Asteroid Belt)) Pulling his hand out of the caved in and shattered helmet Kurt looked up to the only other person making any noise in the Lab, the sobbing of the Lavender haired, scared Nurse. The sight would have been enough to break the heart of anyone, for Kurt the fury sitting in him dissolved away to nothing. Standing up he moved slowly towards the frozen Antosian. Logan::Quitely:: Avea... Shouting wasnt going to help she looked to much in shock for it to do anything but cause even more panic. Logan: Wyla... its ok She stood there with her legs lightly shaking her sobbing loud and deep, the terror of the last few minutes flaring behind her eyes. At first the Antosian didn't answer or move, her gaze was unfocused staring off across the Science Lab. Logan oO Definitely shock.. Oo Avae: N..no..it's not...I'm..scared..so ..scared... Logan: No ::Smiling:: No your safe, they are no longer a threat to you. Avae: ::She slowly looked to the lifeless body of the holographic intruder:: I..can't...stop..shaking... Logan: They cant hurt you... I'm here Kurt held his arm out to her as he inched closer, eventually she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with her own red shot eyes. Heavy trails from her tears streaked over her cheeks, no make up coloured those trails, which from what Kurt had been told was something that all women were thankful for. Despite now looking at him her hands still trightly gripped the strap of her Medkit. Logan: I'm here........you're safe. Slowly releasing her grip on the medkit she reached barely touching Kurts hand before lunging at him, wrapping her arms around his chest. Hugging him as tightly before breaking down, her legs gave way collapsing her against him, her subtle perfume surrounding him. Avae: Kurt...stars...thank you....I thought I was going to die...::She broke down crying openly and shivering against him:: Logan: Ssshhhhh….. Its ok, you didn't Avae: I wish...::sobs:: I wasn't.... ::sobs:: s... so..weak.. ::sobs:: Logan: Your not Avae: I...I am! ::She openly cried against his chest. Her fingers tightly gripping his armor as if she were about to fall off a cliff:: I.I...they're...not...even real...and I can't...handle...it.. Logan oO Not real … what is she talking about .Oo Despite the urgency of being boarded and not needing to be holed up in a Science lab when all hell was breaking loose. One other thing he had learned both from the hard way and from others that had been equally tested was, the husbandry of resources. The ship would always need Medical staff and there was a good one in front of him, getting her back in the 'Fight' as it were was in it's way far more important than getting his Rifle back in the action. That and despite anything else that may have been happening he couldn't leave her like this, no matter what. Logan: Your hardly weak, back home my teacher asked me what did I want to be. And i told him that I want to be the best, not good or great but the best. He looked at me straight in the eye and told me that if I wanted to be the best then I needed to learn how to heal. Because only when I knew that would I be what I wanted because there the best of us. Not those of us that shoot things but those who put us back together again, and I know that first hand. She slowly stood herself upright slightly away from him her hair a complete mess of escaping strands, the medkit still slung over her shoulder, but resting up against her back. Avae: Thank..thank you...I know you're...just doing your job...but I'm sorry...you had to come rescue someone you hate. ::She stared down at her hands, which still clung to him as if refusing to let him go:: Logan: Hate you ? The Beautiful Antosian glanced down at the Breen behind him, as she did her face crumpled tears flowing one more. In one respect the irony of this bit hard , all this time he had tried to keep her from such pain yet here she was having it all the same. Avae: I hate...being so weak.... A small sigh escaped him full of sadness at feelings the Lavender haired Nurse was having as she gripped tightly to his armoured vest. Logan: Wyla…. Once again she failed to move as he used her name, brushing hair from her face Kurt then slipped a finger under her chin and lifted her head up till they were eye to eye again. Logan: What is there to hate about you..why do you think I hate you ? Avae: Response Logan:: Shaking his head slowly:: Its not hate Wyla … I've been protecting you since we first met. Taking a deep breath he steadying the voice in his head that wanted to speak, now was not the time there never would be the time for that. No despite any personal feelings he must look at the best course for the Ship and its crew only, they were what mattered the only things that did. Covering her hands with his, for a second he marveled at the smoothness of her skin. Logan: I thought Solana may have talked to you but this is my life ::Looking briefly at the Breen still laying by the door:: That will be me at some point in time, an hour from now, tonight, tomorrow morning two days from now. I don't know but one day it will be, and I've been protecting you from that. Avae: Response Logan: I've seen what it can do to people waiting for that day to come, or dealing with it when it does. And that's not what you need in your future, and I would never give that to you. Avae: Response Logan: No there's plenty of others out there that can make you happier without the ….sheer risk. The voice in his head grew louder as did the want to just scoop her up and just hold her, battling against that wasn't helped by the impact he took from the Forcefield, combined his head was now pounding. Logan: And I admit that it wasn't the most clear indicator but I gave you that watch so you'd know someone was looking out for you. Captain Kurt Logan Marine Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 E239203KLO7
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    "Hey, Eleanor." In Marisol's right hand, she jerked her hand up and down. The two slips of latinum clinked together in a beautiful melody against the small table next to her. Clink, clink, clink the latinum went as she twisted it around and around in her hand, the edges clinking against the top of the table. She sat, slumped, in her captain's chair, her dark black eyes staring into nothingness as the viewscreen showed a planet she hadn't seen in eons. She had chosen a white wig that was tied back with a clasp, but a strand stuck to her cheek, just in front of her right ear. She let out a huff, her dark eyes flicking away from the viewscreen. "You know I've always hated that name, idiot." A laugh echoed around her in the bridge, dark and silent except for their voices. "Yeah. You went through a phase with your middle name, right? Cor-" "Don't say that name," her hand stopped for a moment, her eyes slipping shut as she took in a slow breath, then opened again. "Just don't. I don't have the temper, nor the time, to deal with you." "No time for your favorite big brother?" the voice teased, and her left hand swung from where it dangled over the armrest, resting her cheek against her fist with a click of her tongue, licking her dry lips. "You're my only brother, dummy." She paused. "...and you're dead." "Yeah, well." If he was here, she knew he would shrug and do that stupid grin of his that always, always irritated her. It was boastful, gloating, deceitful. Girls his age would giggle and sigh when he flashed that grin, but oh how they were just so very disappointed when he moved on to bigger and better things. Like he always did. Like he had always done. Which, of course, led to his demise. She shifted, grunting as she leaned further on her hand, her eyes fluttering shut again. "What do you want?" she asked wearily to the empty bridge. She was going out of her mind, that's what it was. That happened sometimes, later in life, to Betazoids. Or. So she believed. She didn't want to think otherwise. Perhaps her telepathy was finally attempting to eat away at the lobes of her brain in an effort to self-destruct. That seemed less absurd than the rest of the...everything...going on. "You think I'm only a figment of your imagination," he begun, and she really did not want to go down whatever path he was going. "So I mean, why not chat a bit? Take some comfort in it. Maybe I'm a spirit sent back from Karawati to help you along the way." Marisol snorted, coughing as she covered her mouth before shaking her head, letting her arm lay limply at her side. "I've never believed in that hogwash. Peace and love and on and on until you die pitiful and alone because that's what life is really like." "The pirate life really did you no favors, you know." Marisol peeked an eye open. The planet in front of her grew ever larger the closer they came to it. It rotated in place slowly, and she could see a storm building up over a large body of water. Pity. She had ever so hoped to experience rain on her face one last time. Her hand weakly lifted up, pale fingers skating over her own cheek. "Is this what the afterlife is like, then? Waiting on my ship to crash into my homeworld?" She let out a sharp laugh, coughing harder as her head slumped forward, wheezing slowly. "Truly a fate befitting of my actions these past years. What say you, brother?" "I dunno. Always thought you'd die in a shoot-out. Would have been more...dramatic, that way." His laugh, deep baritone, rumbled through the bridge. It was like she could see him, in her mind's eye, standing in front of her with his arms crossed. He smiled often, but his face always acted like it never knew what to do about it. A permanent resting brooding face. "But ah. Here you are. Ship malfunction. Just a stars-forsaken warp drive malfunction, that's all it is, wasn't it?" Marisol blinked slowly, feeling the want to just lay back and fall asleep. But that would be rude to her guest, wouldn't it? Yes. Just a warp drive malfunction. Something that sometimes just happened, something they thought they could fix. But, no. It took out half her ship. And when the...incident happened, she forced her crew to depart in what little escape shuttles they had. There was no escape for her, she thought, looking down slowly. The large piece of metal pinning her to the seat took care of that. This felt like some ironic fate. Just as he said, she often thought she’d be shot in the streets after a deal gone awry, not this…slow and…almost boring event. Her left hand trembled as she brought it up to sweep the white strand of hair from her right cheek, then let it collapse around her, the energy just not there any longer to keep her extremities moving. “What kind of story will they tell, I wonder,” she murmured, her eyes finally sliding shut as she smiled. “Despite everything, I’ll fade into obscurity as so many have done. What an end to a story.” ”It’s not a very satisfying end, no,” he agreed, the viewscreen flicking a bit before stabilizing into the, what she knew to be, hologram of Betazed. “In fact, if I read a holo-novel leading up to this, I’d sooner curse out the author for killing my favorite character.” She sputtered out a laugh, shaking her head, the white wig slipping a bit. “I was your favorite? How charming, how bold. How naive. You’ve always been that way.” She sighed, smacking her dry lips together, and it echoed loudly followed by creaks of the ship and pops of snapped wires trying to get energy from one to another. “Perhaps you could tell me a different story.” “A story?” His voice carried amusement in it, but not the teasing type, no. She couldn’t place her finger on it, actually, but she felt that, at this time, she shouldn’t have to. “Sure, why not. What kind? You know I’ve always been able to make up some pretty good ones,” he joked. Yes, like the time he’d managed to convince a traveling group of entertainers that he was a juggler, and managed to hitch a free ride across three planets before they found out he didn’t know what juggling was. She sighed, relaxing back in the chair as the ship started to rumble around her threateningly. “Give me…a different story. One with…a good end.” There was a beat, then two, and she figured he’d finally wised up and left before she heard: “On board the USS Gorkon, the new counselor, Corliss, is roughly awakened from an unnatural sleep…”
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