Sal Taybrim

Sal's father is a politician, Sal is a diplomat and somehow he keeps getting promoted... it's certainly not his goal but sure, he'd run if he felt it was something that needed to be done. The Foster boys? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. No. Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Oh communication mishaps!

Love this bit of coming of age narration! <3

I'm torn. I *almost* chose a Nova class ship for my command because I love the feeling of having a small, maneuverable stealthy ship with a specific mission type like the sciene-oriented Nova. It's would be like Bill Nye the Science Spies But I also adore the Miranda class because I love classic ships and I can not lie, you other Captains can't deny, when a ship flies in with two fine nacelles and a big old dish to swell you get *hyped!*

Oh you guys... 😄

Clearly Luthas likes to live dangerously. I dig it 😎

Constitution refit, all the way. All the time, every day. Iconic, nostalgic, I adore it. Bringing it back someday <3

((IKS Vr'Chok. Negh'Var-class Attack Cruiser.)) ((Location Unknown.)) ((One month ago.)) Plasma spewed from the stricken ship as blood flowed from a severed artery, the vessel slowly turning end over end as it drifted lazily. A few thousand kilometres distant, the secure transport it had been escorting was also drifting, having lost power from a well-placed battery of shots. He clasped his hands behind his back as he glared at the dying ship before them, before turning at pointing a deadly finger at the comms officer. Vrerik: Hail them. Comms: Yes, sir. A few moments later, the viewscreen changed to show a Starfleet bridge at Red Alert, sparks flew and smoke hung thickly in the air as a human woman stiffened to attention. Vrerik: I am Sub-Lieutenant Vrerik of the Romulan Imperial Navy. And I have some questions for you. ::His tone was calm, almost casual. As if he was making a call to an old friend.:: Firstly, may I ask to whom I am speaking? Roth: Lieutenant-Commander Inge Roth. Vrerik nodded politely, yet his smile was more predatory than friendly. Vrerik: And in what capacity do you serve, Commander Roth? I see you are wearing teal. You are a doctor I presume? Roth: I am. ::She nodded.:: I am both first officer and chief medical officer aboard this vessel. Vrerik: Where is your captain? Roth stood aside slightly, allowing the viewscreen to show a lifeless body slumped beside the command chair. Vrerik: Chief doctor, first officer, and now acting-captain. ::He clapped slowly, just short of being mocking.:: You have quite a collection of feathers in your cap, Commander. Very well. I shall ask you my important questions instead, as your captain does not appear to be in a conversational mood. His dark eyes twinkled with enjoyment as the woman on screen bristled slightly. Roth: What do you want? Vrerik: Want? ::He held a hand to his chest in a human gesture of hurt surprise.:: What do I want? He stepped closer to the viewscreen, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling slightly. Vrerik: I want Commodore Allan Kinney. That is what I want. You were escorting him aboard that transport, he is no longer aboard, and I want you to tell me where he is. Give him to me. Roth: Kinney? Never heard of him. We were just told to escort that ship. Vrerik: Do not play games with me, Commander. It will not end well for you or your crew. I have killed far more, for far less than what you can give to me. The officer on the screen took a step back, even as her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. She held her hands out, as if asking for mercy. Roth: We are no threat to you, and we have many wounded aboard. I do not know the name Kinney. We were told nothing about the passengers aboard that transport. Vrerik turned away from the screen for a moment, to the chief weapons officer. Vrerik: The boarding party has returned, yes? CWO: Yes, sir. The man Kinney is not aboard. Only thirty Starfleet crew and sixty-four prisoners. Vrerik: Then we have no further use for it. He gave a sharp nod to the chief weapons officer, and seconds later the Vr'Chok unleashed everything it had onto the comparatively tiny transport. The transport was wiped from existence, leaving behind almost nothing to indicate it had ever been there. Vrerik: I am sorry you could not be of assistance, Dr Roth. He gave another sharp nod to the chief weapons officer. Roth: Oh, sh- ::Panic set in as she scrambled to hit the nearest comms panel.:: =/\= Mayday! Mayday! This is the USS Bastille to anybody that can hear me! Mayd- =/\= The cry for help was shortlived as the small cruiser was blasted apart by the Vr'Chok once more unleashing its full armament of weapons. Closing his eyes and letting out a breath, he smiled to himself as an angry growl and the creaking of leather drifted towards him. General: You fool. Now we shall learn nothing from them! Vrerik whipped around like a viper ready to strike, and indeed he could have for he was already stood a hands width away from the General's face with a cold and murderous fire in his eyes. It was enough to even give the General a moments pause. Vrerik: Oh, but we have. We have learned everything we need to know from them. General: And what is it that we have learned? Vrerik: This was nothing more than a ruse. Commodore Kinney is still aboard Starbase 118, along with its meddlesome crew. He stepped back suddenly, clapping his hands together sharply and emitting a short maniac bark of a laugh. He turned away, heading for the General's chambers. Vrerik: Come, General Krala! The Circle will want to hear what we have to say. ~fin~ Sub-Lieutenant Vrerik. Romulan Imperial Navy Officer. Simmed by; Lt.Cdr. Arturo Maxwell. Chief Tactical Officer. Starbase 118 Operations. O239311AM0.

because, yes, we *do* all want to see this beatdown

Did you say caffeinated beverages? Sign me up!

Slang me baby one more time?

::Snerk!::

((Klingon Territory, IKS O'griss)) Kregael: yaS! 'ar nI'qu' until latlh tlhIngan Duj ghom maH tlhIH'a'?! (Officer! How much longer until we meet the other Klingon ship?!) Morlic:::trembling:: It should not... be much longer… Our ship is unable... to get to its highest warp capacity. Kregael: Get back up, you insufferable tribble maggot! Keep pushing forward! P'leeta: The IKS Xiss is closer than we thought about a few lightyears away, sir. Kregael: About damn time you give me some good news! ::snarls a toothy grin:: Open a channel! Kregael: Why aren’t they answering?! Launch a warning torpedo at the side of their ship. ::chuckles:: That’ll get their attention. P’leeta: Do you think we need to decloak so we can get a better connection? Kregael: Gee, that sounds like a marvel idea! I’m sorry for thinking highly of my crew. I thought for sure YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IT ALREADY! P’leeta: All yours, sir. ((Klingon Territory, IKS Xiss)) ::The Klingon woman warrior growled like a wild targ when the O’griss appeared and the proximity bells start to dings. Normally that would happened in case of an attack, maybe a rival house that wanted to hit the Councilor ship to kill him and take his place in the Council.:: Kelas: Prepare for their boarding, we will defend until death the Councilor! Load the disrupters!!! We’ll reduce in ashes those honorless. ::She barked just a second before they opened a channel. After all they use to shoot before to say hallo.:: Kregael: =/\= HoD Kregael to IKS Xiss =/\= Kelas growled again. Kelas: =/\= Fek’hir is waiting for you in the Gret’hor! AK’tagh iihh yak a’ takk! Bahg! IK!! (What are you doing cloaked in our space?) =/\= Kregael: =/\= Isn’t it obvious that we’re about to meet one another? =/\= Kelas: =/\= Yes is obvious! Another second and we would destroy you! =/\= Kregael: =/\= Let me speak to Councilor Odex directly. I have no time to speak to a sogh. =/\= ::Kelas growled again, louder and showing not so kindly her teeth! She switched to the internal coms, kicking a console, like it would work better after that.:: Kelas: =/\= Councilor, HoD Kregael is here! =/\= Odex:/ Kregael:? (Tags-TBC) ---- Sogh Kelas Qevok House of Hok'Moc At the service of Councilor Odex IKS Xiss

Very poignant! Also yes - one heck of a hangover!

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Astraeus)) Some of the crew had left already going on different assignments. Others were waiting to be transported. German wasn't due to leave for another few hours as he stepped into the bridge of the galaxy class starship one last time, placing his hand along the edge of the brightly painted wooden half oval panel. He walked down the ramp brushing the soft wood and for a moment he didn't want to let go. Finally after a few moments, he took his hand away and then headed over to his station. Delri’ise: You alright, sir? Galven: Just saying goodbye. ::turns to glance around:: She was a fine ship. Delri’ise: Indeed she was. There’ll never be another like her, she was one of a kind. The events unfolding around him was definitely going to be a memorable one. German had never served on a ship that was due to be decommissioned. He sat down and then downloaded the last bit of information of data on his work PADD that laid beside the console. Galven. My next assignment is going to be Starbase 118 Operations. I've been there a few times training cadets, but it'll be a whole new experience. Where are you going? Delri’ise: ::recalling her orders.:: I believe I’m on the Thor over Duronis II. It’s a long way from here, over in the Beta Quadrant. Galven: ::nods:: That's a fine ship with a great crew. I doubt this'll be the last time we see each other. Melody hadn’t said anything to that which made German glance over her way. It appeared that she was about to cry. He stood up from his seat and approached her extending his hand to give her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Galven: It was a great experience being here and it was definitely worthwhile. Starfleet has our best interests at heart. Whatever is next, just remember who you are. Delri’ise: It ain’t gonna be easy. The Thor is a fine ship… but she’s no Astraeus. It’s been a fun ride, commander. Galven: ::nods and turns his head to look out the viewscreen:: It’s always going to be one hell of a ride, lieutenant. ::turns his attention back to Melody:: Wherever you are. Delri’ise: You better stay in touch, don’t hide away in that space mushroom. He chuckled and then turned with a determined expression. Galven: Don’t worry about that, Melody. I’m a “leap into the action” kind of senior officer. ::wry grin:: The Kerelian hybrid let out a slight chuckle which German was hoping for. It was a somber event, but he wanted to make it a happy memory. This had been his first decommission, but heard far too many stories of officers resigning from Starfleet. Delri’ise: I think the one thing I’ll miss most… is bein’ up here on the bridge. I’m gonna miss my little tactical console ::She gave her console an adoring rub.:: A lot of that was true for German as well as he glanced over at his own science console. He already studied the Starbase and the layout of the thing was massive. There was an entire massive city just hanging out in the dome with lots of transportation hubs. He was looking forward to getting lost in there. There were a few other things that he wanted to tell Melody as he turned himself back around facing her. Galven: ::clears his throat and furrows his brow:: One last thing before we separate, lieutenant? Delri’ise: Of course, sir ::She nodded.:: I think we all need a few words of wisdom out there. Galven: As Admiral Kathryn Janeway once said, “I trust fear. Fear only exists for one purpose… to be conquered.” Go and be fearful, Melody Delri’ise and show Admiral Turner what I’ve seen in you. ::extends his hand for her to shake:: A future commanding officer. Melody gave a crooked smile which German returned with a grin, but then some tears and heavy emotion came from her again which he could feel for the woman. Lael was the same way and she was taking the news the heaviest when she sent out a message to everyone that she was resigning as first officer to get more involved at the academy on Earth. Which was just as admirable as her XO assignment. He was taken aback when Melody shook his hand, but then gave him an enormous hug which threw him momentarily, but he then wrapped his arms around her, giving a soft encouraging pat on her back. After a few seconds, they let go with German’s gaze still on hers. Delri’ise: Thank you… Commander, for everything. As we say down in Brooklyn, go, kick some a#% out there. Galven: ::laughs and arches an eyebrow:: You the same, Lieutenant. Delri’ise: I’ll see you out there, Spaceman, may our paths cross once more. I’m sure Cap’n Taybrim will appreciate your hard work. Galven: There’s plenty of opportunity for it. Just remember to hold onto these special moments and live for them. She turned and nodded, heading out of the bridge. German glanced around one last time and then sat down at his console, pulling out his PADD. He started a new entry, the last entry on the Astraeus. //Chief Science Officer’s Log, Stardate 239611.25 It was of great duty, service and honor serving aboard the USS Astraeus. Whoever listens to this when the new crew arrives and ventures out to the Eagle Nebula. I wish you all the good fortune. There’s great history on this ship. Continue on her legacy. ---- Lt. Commander German Galven Chief Science Officer USS Astraeus V239507GG0