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  2. Starfleet seems to have a problem with keeping their ships safe. In a fight between ships, a Starfleet ship can usually hold its own. The problems begin when someone gets on the ship. Starfleet Security has demonstrated time and time again that it might be just a little bit too trusting. Starfleet ships have been hijacked by just about every group imaginable. The Maquis, Klingons, Romulans, and Bynars are all among the many powers who have successfully commandeered Starfleet ships. The flagship of the Federation itself was once taken over by a group of Ferengi in a few surplus Klingon ships. It doesn’t even end there. Security protocols are easily bypassed by the officers and civilians aboard the ship. If you want to avoid being tracked, all you need to do is remove your combadge. At one point, a civilian was able to escape the ship in a shuttle without assistance or permission from anyone. People could be replaced by changelings for months and avoid having their identities or their acts of sabotage being discovered. However, not every ship had this problem to the same degree. There are some threats that can’t be prepared for. No security is entirely foolproof! Which series featured the worst ship security? Click here to head to the forums and vote on the poll now. And add your comments below the poll! The post Poll of the Week: Starfleet Insecurity appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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  4. OH MAN thank you so much for saying that. Crewman Terumak was actually a creation of @Kayla Drex but I do so love torturing him.
  5. For not the first time, and probably not the last time, Gerald Buitlier was regretting letting Commander T'adlea talk him into applying for Starfleet Academy. In this case, the regret was because of running into Chief Petty Officer Juan "Johnny" Rico. Johnny and Gerald had both just made Petty Officer Third Class when they were detached to Starfleet Technical Services Academy: Gerald to become a propulsion specialist, Johnny a damage control specialist. The two were assigned to share quarters and had instantly become best friends, raising all kinds of hell together when they were off duty. Gerald and Johnny were never billeted to the same ship after they left training, but had kept in touch. Then, six years ago, Gerald had been assigned to the USS Hygeia as a senior propulsion specialist. For reasons that still eluded Gerald, the Hygeia's Vulcan chief engineer had taken an interest in the twenty-four year old junior non-commissioned officer. She had introduced him to advanced mathematics, kal-toh and a number of other subjects that Gerald soaked up like a sponge. She had even arranged for Gerald to assume the position of chief engineer and master-at-arms on the USS Rayman during his last six months prior to reporting to Starfleet Academy. Technically speaking, Gerald should have been at least a Chief Petty Officer, and preferably a Senior Chief, to assume that position. But the Rayman was scheduled to be decommissioned in six months. In addition, the Rayman's final mission was a "milk run" in the Sol System, serving as a platform for the study of the sun by a group of undergraduate university students. Commander T'Adlea considered it worthwhile experience for Gerald, and she had "the pull" to bring the assignment about. When Gerald had reported to the Rayman, the first thing he did was contact Johnny, who had just been assigned to Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards. Gerald sent him the news, both of his position on the Rayman, and his appointment to the Academy. Gerald suggested the two go barhopping, either on Mars or Earth, and compare career notes. Gerald never heard back from Johnny, despite repeated attempts to contact him. Johnny wasn't the only colleague and friend who had put distance between themselves and Gerald once they heard about his acceptance to the Academy. But Gerald had considered Johnny one of his best friends in Starfleet. The abrupt end to their friendship had been a major disappointment to Gerald. When Gerald had beamed aboard SB118 for his final cadet examination, he had been surprised and pleased to see Chief Petty Officer Juan Rico behind the controls of the transporter. For a moment, Gerald had hoped that he and Johnny could pick up their friendship where they had left off. It wasn't Gerald's first time on SB118, and there were a couple of pubs he wanted to revisit. Reconnecting with an old friend would be a great reason to do so. Johnny's reaction put an immediate end to that hope. It was strict, formal and rigid, and Gerald had no choice but to respond with "Yes, Chief Rico, No, Chief Rico, Thank you very much, Chief Rico." As Gerald left the transporter room, he finally realized why cadets always seemed so uncomfortable in the presence of Starfleet personnel who weren't instructors or their fellow cadets. Gerald's cadet rank was making him feel very uncomfortable at the moment. With a stifled sigh, Gerald carried his bags to his temporary quarters.
  6. Hello all, I'm Steve, and I'm writing for Gerald Buitlier. I grew up in a small town (as in a thousand people) in the northern Great Plains, so one of the things I enjoy about my current job, writing with others and Star Trek in general is the chance to practically experience IDIC!
  7. PAR’THA EXPANSE — Deep Space 26, the only Federation stronghold within the confines of the Par’Tha Expanse, has vanished. Although the destruction of a StarBase is not a new event within the dangerous area, scientists still have yet to discover what exactly has happened. Several unexplained shockwaves were noted to be coming from around or within the station, and early indications report they could be of alien origin. However, experts are so far divided on the critical information gathered, as theories range between the theft of the station, the unexplained movement, or destruction by outside forces. So far, data is scarce and sensor evidence has not been forthcoming. The USS Atlantis (NCC-74682), which is the closest Starfleet ship in the area, has started a full-scale investigation of the event. With Captain Brell and Lieutenant Commander Alexander Williams still not aboard, the duty has fallen to the ship’s chief engineer to determine the causation and remedy. “It’s a bit of a long story,” explained Lieutenant Valin Dermont, Chief Engineer of the Atlantis. “Between a rescue and a disappearin’ station and the shockwave and now organizin’ a real mess.” Brell, who was not near Atlantis or the space station at the time of the event, has been recalled from a successful diplomatic meeting on Illara Prime. Meanwhile, Starfleet has informed the crew that Williams and several officers’ departure earliest last month was not related to a training exercise. Williams and his team have undertaken an undercover mission to successfully save their missing comrade Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga. Details regarding Raga’s welfare have yet to be communicated; however, the mission is reported to be a success. With the crew complete again, the investigation begins into the mysterious station disappearance. Written by Alexander Williams The post USS Atlantis Scrambles to Investigate Disappearance of Deep Space 26 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  8. I'm such a sap. I get all squirmy and excited when I think about this. Real-life happy tears have been shed over this IC news. ❤️ K
  9. Every year, we take time to celebrate the contributions and accomplishments of our members. This is a core tradition that was started in 1996, just two years after our group was founded, and has continued every year since then. Here’s how it works: You nominate your fellow community members for awards that will honor their hard work and achievements in simming and OOC participation over the last year. Members of the staff will review your nominations and select the best ones for the ceremony. In late June, we’ll start our annual awards ceremony, a multi-day event to present the awards to the winners and recognize all of their hard work. Ready to get started? Click here to open the award nomination panel. You’ll find full instructions, including a link to a list of all the awards and their descriptions. Here are a few things to keep in mind about nominations: Duty Post, Special, and Staff awards are given to only one officer per year in the entire fleet. Only one person per crew can receive each of the General awards in each ceremony. You can find a list of past recipients on the wiki in the Hall of Honor. Remember that some awards were created just last year, so there may be no previous recipients for those awards. Don’t forget that your Commanding Officer also does a lot of hard work behind the scenes to keep the fleet and the community running. Our staff are not paid for their work, and it is their endless hours of devotion that keep things going smoothing. Keep this in mind as you are submitting your nominations and consider nominating your Commanding Officer for an award as well! We rely on each and every member of the fleet to submit nominations so we can recognize the best members of our community who are putting in the time and effort to make this a fun place to be. So we need your help! If you don’t nominate your peers and mentors for awards, they won’t get recognized. We want to encourage everyone to be really free with their nominations – there’s no penalty in putting in a nomination that doesn’t ultimately get the award. But ships that have fewer nominations tend to end up having fewer award winners – so don’t be shy! Multiple nominations from members of a ship for any given award can help send a signal to reviewers that a certain person is really deserving, but also one really great nomination can be the deciding factor for someone to win an award. If you have any questions, talk to your Commanding Officer or First Officer, or head into the chatroom’s #awards2019 channel to ask other members. Click here to start your award nominations now! Nominations close on Monday, June 10 at 11:45pm Pacific time. The post Award nominations open for 2019 ceremony appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  10. ((OOC: @Maddi Hyden and @Kayla Drex captured the mood perfectly! I loved every second of reading this one! The wedding is going to be one heck tonne of fun to sim with you guys! ❤️ )) ((Maddi And Esa’s Quarters, Deck 3, USS Atlantis)) :: Maddi had been getting ready for her shift, but she had realized she was way too early. She smiled as a thought crossed her mind. She replicated a glass chocolate milk and activated a subspace communication and waited to see if there was a reply. :: ((USS Eagle, Kayla’s Quarters)) :: Kayla had been painting again. This new piece was so far without form or intention. The dark swirl of deep blues, black, and greens had only recently been interrupted by a shock of a splatter of metallic gold paint she’d wanted to experiment with. The tiny metallic flecks in the paint swirled in the solvent in the brush cup now. Kayla smiled as she watched the tiny whirlpool. Looking at her canvas, she smiled still wider. Some shining spots in a wash of bleak darkness. The painting was done. It didn’t need anything else in her mind, so she rinsed her brushes again and hung them carefully to dry. :: No sooner had she washed her hands than she heard the terminal on her desk chirp, indicating an incoming subspace message. Curious, she plopped down into her chair and tapped to complete the connection. The smiling face that greeted her was one she’d seen so many times while at the Academy, but hadn’t seen in over six months.:: Drex: =/\= Maddi! Hi! How in the galaxy are you? =/\= :: Maddi hadn’t seen the face in a very long time, but it made her so happy to see such an old friend. Kayla had been there for her when Esa couldn’t and she had become rather fond of the conversations. :: Hyden: =/\= Kayla my old friend! I’m doing rather well I have some big news to tell you, but first I have to ask you. How have you been? =/\= Drex: =/\= I’ve … well, to be perfectly honest, I haven’t been great. =/\= :: Kayla then explained how her Momma had passed, the doubts she’d been feeling in the sudden absence, and the new resolve she had started to feel settling in her heart and mind.:: Drex: ::realizing she’d been talking uninterrupted for the last 10 minutes:: =/\= … but that’s about it. What’s this news? You getting another promotion or something? =/\= Hyden: =/\= Wait a minute. I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your mother. For one she raised a strong young woman who made my time at the Academy that much easier. Don’t ever doubt yourself Kayla your worth more than you’ll ever know to me and so many others! They say your resolve makes you stronger and in your case I think you could be so much stronger out of all this. :: Maddi stopped for a minute looking at Kayla who looked like she was going to cry. :: Look K I’ve always been her for you though it’s been so long keep your head up if anyone can get through this it’s you. :: She paused again and decided it was time. :: However to answer your question. I proposed to Esa and she said yes and well I want you to be in the wedding if...that’s something you’d want? Drex: ::beat:: =/\= Wait … you WHAT!? =/\= ::The sound that Kayla then made might have only been audible to Mandy (Chloe’s dog, probably sleeping until that moment in the quarters across the hall). She alternated between clapping her hands, flailing in excitement, and covering her face to wipe away the happy tears that now streamed from her eyes.:: Drex: =/\= Maddi, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you both! Congratulations! And YES! OF COURSE! I’d love to be in your wedding! Have you two set a date yet? Can I help with anything? ohmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH! This is so exciting! =/\= ::Kayla beamed at the small screen, Maddi’s face beamed back at her. As excited as Kayla was, it was obvious - and fitting - that Maddi was even more excited. Kayla had met Esa back at the Academy. She’d helped Esa bring a pretty dismal grade in Temporal Mechanics up to a respectable B-. There was one thing Kayla was certain of: Esa and Maddi were a perfect match.:: Hyden: =/\= Not exactly our plans are for our next shore leave, but we aren’t sure yet. Well I know one thing you can do. Get your maid of honor speech ready. :: She paused for effect. :: I think you know what that means. =/\= :: Maddi looked at Kayla and could tell she was beyond excited. She smiled it was a decision that she had not made lightly. Jo and Kayla were the only two she had even thought about for the honor, but Kayla had done so much for her and she knew what Maddi had been through. Maddi felt as though Kayla deserved the honor. :: :: Kayla stared at the screen, mouth agape, and blinked a couple times while this latest request set in. :: Drex: =/\= Maddi … =/\= :: Then the penny dropped. She would have to remember to apologize to Chloe later for torturing her poor dog. The squeals coming from Kayla’s quarters caught a passing crewman off-guard. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the closed door, wondering if he should call security. Kayla’s squeals turned into fits of delighted laughter though, so he shrugged and continued on his way. :: Drex: =/\= Maddi, I would. Absolutely. LOVE. to be your Maid of Honor. Thank you so much for asking me! I’m really honored and touched. =/\= :: Kayla took a breath, thinking immediately about how many ways she could make this special day even more celebratory. :: Drex: =/\= Bachelorette party. I’ve got some ideas for how to make that work. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be anything crazy or risque. I know that’s not really your scene. I want to help you with anything and everything you need. You just let me know, ok? I’m your girl. I got you. Need me to mess up a baker trying to overcharge for the cake? Just point me in the punk’s direction. ::another small scream of glee:: GAH! Maddi! This is gonna be so FUN!!!! =/\= Hyden: =/\= You better not go crazy. You know I don’t like crazy things in party’s you learned that at the Academy. Well I’ll make sure Esa and I keep you in the loop. :: She smiled. :: =/\= ::Kayla blushed. It had been the only time she tried going to a “wild Academy party,” and she’d dragged Maddi along. It … hadn’t gone well, and Kayla didn’t try another party after that. :: Drex: =/\= No worries. It’ll be totally … you. =/\= ::The girls talked a bit longer, Maddi telling Kayla about the proposal, Kayla gasping at all the right parts of the story. This was going to be a lot of fun.:: END
  11. Join us for another in a series of interviews with winners of Duty Post awards from our recent 2018 Awards Ceremony. Our goal is to give you insight into how our fleet’s best simmers write, and imagine their characters. This month we’re interviewing the writer behind Lieutenant Valin Dermont playing a Human male Chief Engineer assigned to the USS Atlantis. He won the Phoenix Award: “a duty post award that recognizes engineers. Named for the vessel that legendary engineer Zefram Cochrane piloted during his historic first warp flight, this award goes to those Engineering officers who continue this tradition of excellence in the field of engineering. By performing their tasks with enthusiasm, imagination and diligence, by managing to make their equipment perform above and beyond its rated capacities, the officers meriting this award further the mission of their ship by their superior know-how. In short, miracle workers.” GALVEN: Thank you so much for taking the time to do an interview with me! Could you tell us a little about yourself for our readers out there? DERMONT: I’m just a guy doing his best outside of Trek. I am married with a daughter and spend far too many hours working. Writing and D&D are my two biggest passions when I can find the time! Your duty post is an engineer. Could you explain why you chose that and is there any show/movie/book that take inspiration from? The idea of making things work just really appealed to me. No matter what is going on….sooner of later in an episode of Star Trek something is going to need to be fixed. I feel Dermont is a blend of Scotty, Torres, and my own inner thoughts that I would never be so coarse as to say out loud. Captain Brell said in his presentation that Dermont’s family life and friendships are thoroughly explored to the crew’s enjoyment. Can you give us an example to what he means by that? Oh sure! I think the biggest would be the time a Nausicaan enforcer for a Ferengi money-lender showed up to bother Dermont’s son (an ensign on DS26). Dermont owed from his time before Starfleet. It was supposed to just be something fun for me to toy with on shore leave. But most of crew got involved and ended up being an entire mini mission about saving his son and catching this Nausicaan! On your wiki, there’s a lot of tragedy and heartbreak before Dermont joined Starfleet. How have you used that for character development? It think about all of his issues before I write a sim. How would a man broken but trying to rebuild view a situation? He comes off as openly bitter and cynical. But on the inside cares so damn much…he fights with himself. It has been amazing to watch how he slowly opens up and makes friends. What’s been your favorite part about simming an engineering officer so far? The realistic and gritty side of it. The Atlantis has been beat up pretty bad almost every mission since relaunch. So there have been a lot of damages to repair. You never see Dermont just in engineering bent over a console. He is dragging away debris or on his back in the tubes covered in grime replacing a slagged pathway. And lastly, what kind of advice can you give new people that want to go into the engineering department? Remember it is a living organism! There are a dozen people down there with you! Those NPCs make it real. Get Johnson on the other end of that cable and head to the crawlspace. Have Nevok keep on eye on power conversion levels while you recalibrate the warp inversion field. The more moving parts you add gives your engineering sims that extra touch of realism. Oh, and never tell the captain how long a job will really take. Thanks for your time, Lieutenant Valin Dermont! You can read more about Lieutenant Valin Dermont on the wiki. The post Duty Post Award Winner – Valin Dermont, USS Atlantis (The Phoenix Award) appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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  13. Greetings all My name is Jason and I'm from Hampshire in England. My character Jas has been through some development over the years and I'm looking forward to introducing him to you. May you all walk with the Prophets!
  14. ((OOC: I cackled at work. Confound your ability to make me laugh, Mr. @Quentin Collins III!)) ((Interior. DECK 2. SCI Lab 1. After SB281)) ::It had been and long and thankfully boring day of specimen inspection for Ensign Quentin Collins. As was Science Officer protocol after a ship engagement, all of their current experiments and stowed research materials had to be inspected and uncatalogued in case of damage or containment failure. So far they had only lost a rack of fungus for a study Mr. Terumak had been cultivating and Quentin wasn't going to be the one to tell him. But it was steady work and welcome to boot for Collins. Especially after the fiasco that was getting his books back on the 281.:: Collins: oO Not exactly our best moment...Oo ::He winced, closing up another cold storage and marking it "INTACT" on his PADD. God, what if it interfered with the upcoming awards ceremony. What if it just cost him rank?:: Collins: oO is my career over before it even starts? Oo ::The chirp of his comm jolted him from the edge of melancholy.:: Anders: =/\= Commander Anders to Ens. Collins. =/\= ::Just what he needed. He tapped his badge, setting the PADD down on a nearby work table.:: Collins: =/\= Collins here, Commander. What can I do for you?=/\= Anders: =/\= I was wondering if you had a few minutes to stop by Crypto, I am having an issue that I could use your help with. =/\= ::He felt himself brighten. Crypto was the flash new designation that lab up on the Bridge had now. He had done a quick duty shift in there, but he hadn't seen it since CMMD. Anders had moved in and put it to the actual purpose it was built for. If anything it would be worth just a look around.:: Collins: =/\= Absolutely, Commander. I'm on my way.=/\= ::The line cut and Collins turned toward the main doorway of the Lab. He started to step forward, but saw the unmistakable frame of Mr. Terumak. The spiky Tellarite was in the middle of resetting a workstation, damaged in the ship contact. Quentin sighed quickly and stepped in time. Might as well go ahead and rip this bandage off now. He slipped in next to the petty officer on his way to the doorway and cleared his throat. After his instinctual huff when realizing who was talking to him, he continued his work.:: Terumak: Yeesir? Collins: I need you to finish up the materials inventory, Commander Anders needs me upstairs. ::He said pushing the PADD into the crewman's hand. He took it and started to look it over, surely scrolling for his mushrooms.:: Also, your mushrooms are dead. ::He started to look up to Quentin but he had already started stepping toward the door. Quentin heard only a sad scoff as he stepped.:: Collins: ::Calling over his shoulder:: I'm so sorry! When you mourn we all mourn! ::The silence of the corridor was a tonic.:: ((Interior: DECK 1. CRYPTO)) ::All awkwardness from his last encounter was blasted away as soon as he stepped into the lab. It was like a whole other compartment. Somehow sharper and keener, as the equipment gleamed and warbled silently, gathering intel. He instantly spied Commander Anders hunched over one of center consoles. He approached and stood at a loose attention.:: Collins: Commander. How may I assist? ::Maybe a touch formal, but it was better safe than sloppy.:: Anders: I am trying to get the sensors from all the different science departments to link with the Cipher so that it can analyze all data in an extreme situation and for some reason it will not stay linked. It will start the sync and then bump off. ::Quentin furrowed his brow.:: Collins: Well, that's frustrating. ::He motioned toward the console:: May I? Anders: RESPONSE ::Collins nodded and stepped up. Keying in his access codes, he quickly acclimated himself to the new streamlined interface. the Commander really had done a number in here and it was a sight to behold. Even better to actually work with it. He pulled up the synchronization reports and confirmed the Commander's assessment. But even more curious...:: Collins: It looks like all the labs' data streams have linked properly, but something keeps weighing down the whole sync Anders: RESPONSE Collins: I know, stating the obvious, right? Let me try and isolate the specifically unpaired system and then we can work from there. ::He pulled up all the available data streams to CRYPTO. The sheer amount of information was staggering. Almost intoxicating. But even it seemed to miss something to Quentin...:: Collins: Wait... Anders: RESPONSE Collins: I think I have something, sir. ::He tried to access Astrometrics and the computer blerped a denial.:: There we go! It's Astrometrics. My guess is the main scope arrays haven't been updated since you set up shop Anders: RESPONSE Collins: We can try to reboot remotely, but I'm guessing to get you and Astrometrics fully paired we would have to restart the whole eyeglass. But that's not really my school of thought as it were. ::As if by magic, Mr. Hayley stepped into the space.:: Collins: Ah! Mr. Hayley. Perfect timing! Anders/Hayley: RESPONSE TBC ENSIGN QUENTIN COLLINS III SCIENCE OFFICER U. S. S. EAGLE NCC-74659 E239512QC0
  15. If this is your awards ceremony with us, welcome! This is a tradition that dates back to 1996, wherein we honor the people of the fleet who are simming really well, or contributing OOC. To determine who wins awards, we ask for members across the fleet to nominate their fellow crewmates and ship’s staff to recognize their great work in simming and OOC activities. Every member of the fleet is allowed to make nominations for the following award classes: General awards: Any member can receive a general award. One general award, per vessel, is allowed per ceremony. Duty Post awards: Duty post awards are awards given to individuals in a designated duty post, department, or division. Only one recipient from the entire fleet is selected for recognition with a duty post award each year. Special awards: A special award is an OOC award that is awarded during the annual fleet awards ceremony. Any member can receive a special award. However, only one of each award is allowed per ceremony. Staff awards: A staff award is an OOC award reserved for officers ranked commander and above. Only one of each award is given per ceremony. We highly encourage you to include a sim attachment for nominations on General and Duty Post award nominations. All nominations require a well thought-out explanation for the nomination. Keep in mind that in most cases, your award nomination may be vying against another nomination for someone else. For example: If two members of your fleet are nominated for the Prantares Ribbon, your nomination will have to be good enough to ensure your candidate wins! So start thinking about those nominations now, and get read for the nomination period to open next week, on Monday, May 20. Bookmarking great sims and drafting some rough nomination text will help you get a jump-start. More information about our yearly awards is available in the Hall of Honors on the wiki. Click through to learn more now. The post Awards Ceremony 2019: Get ready for nominations! appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  16. Please welcome our newest Academy graduates to the UFOP: StarBase 118 fleet: R’rraww Hontrú, Tamyr Ioe, and Qrath! The post New Academy Graduates appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  17. A wonderful reunion - truly a joy to read from @Sal Taybrim & @Theo Whittaker ((Ready Room - Deck One - USS Columbia)) ((Time Index: Two days after Columbia leaves the Spiral Nebula)) ::From the porthole in his ready room, Theo watched the Columbia slipping into orbit of Delta Vega I, slowly gently rolling into place until the orb of the red-brown planet appeared as a slim crescent across the bottom of the narrow window. He sipped his chamomile tea as he felt the tension of the past day evaporating from his body. Kaironn was in custody, the ancient Tkon relics were back in the hands of those who would not abuse them (although the question of where they would be studied- aboard Columbia or on Dehner Base) remained ‘up in the air’) and he had reached an understanding with Professor Sellards- albeit a tenuous one. Yet he had not been able to relax until that moment.:: ::He could, in short, rest easy again.:: Pran: =/\= Bridge to Captain Whittaker. We have entered orbit of Delta Vega I.=/\= ::came the voice of the Security Officer. =/\=And I also have Fleet Captain Taybrim on subspace.=/\= ::That brought a warm smile to Theo’s face and he turned from the porthole and set the tea cup down on his desk. Word had reached him courtesy of a subspace data burst from Starfleet Command that his former Captain, mentor and close friend had recieved a well deserved (and much overdue, in Theo’s eyes) promotion to Fleet Captain. Even after a year, Theo missed the Betazoid commanding officer of StarBase 118. Given Columbia’s distant assignment, the chances for the two of them to talk were limited. But this was one conversation that he would have moved heaven and earth to have.:: Whittaker: =/\= Thank you, Lieutenant. =/\= ::he replied, sinking in to the comfortable, high backed chair behind the desk. =/\= Transfer the Fleet Captain through to my ready room.=/\= Pran: =/\= Aye sir. =/\= :: she closed the channel at the same time that his desktop monitor activated, the symbol of Starfleet’s Communications Research Division displayed up on it.:: ::The symbol was very quickly replaced by the smiling visage, ginger hair and twinkling black eyes of a man that Theo respected as one of the fleet’s greatest captains and loved like a brother. His smile, already wide, transformed into a proud grin as his eyes fell on the thin gold bar below the four rank pips attached to the red collar of his uniform.:: Whittaker: Hello Sal! ::he said, his joy and pride drenching his every word.:: Congratulations! Taybrim: =/\= Hello Theo! =/\= ::Sal has that same open, warm smile that Theo remembered:: Whittaker: ::with a snicker, he could not help but add:: Does this mean Mirra can punch you in the face now? ::Two years before Mirra- never one to hold back with her opinion- had struck Commodore Allan Kinney, the corrupt Sector Commander who had been spreading disinformation against the crew of StarBase 118. He had been in the pocket of the resurgent Orion Syndicate who were attempting to gain a foothold in the Trinity Sector and once uncovered, Mirra had taken matters into her own hand. It had become something of a local legend in that part of space- not to mention a running joke between Taybrim, Theo and his Diplomatic Officer.:: Taybrim: ::Sal clicked his tongue at Whittaker:: =/\= I’m not a Commodore… yet =/\= ::Dark eyes sparkled, he was amused by that.:: =/\= But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t visit! =/\= Whittaker: If only I could, old friend. Columbia is exploring the very edge of the galaxy and we don’t have a transport ship due to visit Dehner Base for two weeks I’m afraid! We are even too far out to use real-time holo-communication technology. ::he said ruefully, remembering how Captain Brell of the Atlantis had utilised it to great effect for his own promotion party.:: So I’m afraid, good old fashioned subspace communications will have to suffice for now. ::Sal gave a soft smile. He understood the limitations - which was regrettable and yet realistic. Then again he had largely eschewed a party as well. He had attended many ostentatious parties and despite the fact that he was a social butterfly, Sal Taybrim was also not an attention-seeking personality. A small formal affair was enough.:: Taybrim: =/\= Subspace communication works fine. Though I still think you should come back and pay a visit. Not for an occasion, just for old times sake. =/\= ::He smiled gently, light sparkling in his dark eyes.:: Whittaker: I promise that the next time I take shore leave- forced or voluntarily- I will pay you visit on my way to wherever I end up. ::he chuckled.:: How is the station doing these days? Scuttlebutt around the fleet is that you got an invitation to go targ hunting? ::he had a hard time picturing Sal Taybrim hunting the small Klingon beasties.:: Was Admiral Hauke punishing you? ::he added with a smirk.:: Taybrim: =/\= Oh, no. We were targ hunting by invitation. =/\= ::he smiled mysteriously:: =/\= You know all that fancy diplomatic stuff including gagh and bloodwine and targs. It was invigorating!=/\= Whittaker: I’ve seen images of targ hunts in books before and… the smell alone…. ::he said with a mock shiver.:: Maybe I transferred elsewhere at the right time. ::his eyes twinkled with mirth.:: Taybrim: =/\= Well, yes it did take a few sonic showers to get the smell of wet targ out. But with enough bloodwine you start thinking that eau de targ is a good combination!=/\= ::he grinned merrily.:: Whittaker: You know that bloodwine and I do not get along! ::this time the shiver was authentic. StarBase 118 had a Klingon drinking establishment known as The Bat’leth and there had been one rather heavy night there…… he didn’t like to think about it.:: Taybrim: =/\= You know scuttlebutt around the fleet says you are dealing with more pirates…=/\= ::Not just pirates. More pirates.:: ::Theo sat back in his chair and nodded. It had only been a few days since the situation with Kaironn had come to its conclusion and while life aboard Columbia had all but returned to normal, the events of New Years Day were still fresh in everyone’s minds.:: Whittaker: Sometimes, Sal, I fear that my lot in life is to spend my days rounding up marauding criminals. ::beat.:: The scuttlebutt is correct, although there were nowhere near the level of Chennel, thank goodness. They stole some archeological samples from Dehner Base and ambushed us. Took out a fair few of our systems before we could respond. ::That got the ginger Betazoid’s brows perked. Archaeological samples? Who stole Archaeological samples? That was something he thought of as quite the mystery to be solved.:: Taybrim: =/\= What happened after you engaged? =/\= Whittaker: We managed to retrieve the samples after we chased them to a nearby Nebula and we’ve now got their Captain in our brig. ::it felt good to be able to say that.:: All is well that ends well, no? Taybrim: =/\= Hopefully! =/\= ::he said optimistically:: =/\= My curious question would be - why did they want archaeological samples? Whittaker: They were intending to sell them on the local black market, I imagine. ::He worded himself carefully, not entirely sure whether he should divulge the nature of Professor Jev’s relics. He knew that Sal would not go off shouting his mouth about the discovery of several artefacts from one of the galaxy’s most advanced races- but had still yet to hear from Starfleet Command about how they wanted to proceed with them. If they wanted to suppress their true nature (Theo could not blame them given how fearsome Tkon technology had been)- then he did not want to get on their bad side by detailing everything to Sal.:: Taybrim: =/\= Curious, indeed. =/\= ::he nodded, considering the information:: =/\= Maybe I’m paranoid because of that big imposing intel tower in my attic. =/\= ::he took the opportunity to laugh a little at himself. He wasn’t by nature a paranoid person, but he never did trust criminals - especially after Chennel.:: ::He smiled at that, thinking about how Aitas- 118’s current Chief of Intelligence had managed to integrate the Intelligence Tower into the daily life of the station, rather than remaining hidden in shadows. Of course, operational security was a necessity and those not cleared to enter the tower did not gain access but the Tower worked much closer with Ops than ever before.:: Whittaker: Aitas is not that bad. ::he chuckled.:: How is the station? Any big developments? Is Mrs. Anders still prowling about? ::he suppressed a shiver at the memory of the terrifying woman who had almost become his mother-in-law. Taybrim: =/\= Oh, not too much has changed =/\= ::he chuckled:: =/\= Taelon returned to us… after a sticky trip through time. El-Aurians… =/\= ::he shook his head:: ::Theo straightened in his chair at that little morsel of information. He and Taelon had been almost involved prior to his assignment to the Blackwell, although it had ended prematurely- not to mention poorly, as Theo had no idea how to broach the subject.:: Whittaker: Oh... Taybrim: ::Carefully, speaking gently:: =/\= He has a daughter now… =/\= Whittaker: ::he blinked several times before responding.:: Oh… ::he repeated.:: I did not see that coming. ::he shook his head.:: H-How is he….? ::he almost did not want to know.:: Taybrim: =/\=He is OK. Surprisingly good for living on a Klingon ship for a decade.=/\= ::Sal’s tone said there was more to that story, but it was more in the sense that it was likely better said face to face with strong drinks. Which was a luxury that wasn’t always available to Starfleet officers.:: ::A Klingon ship for over a decade. Theo knew there was more to the story that Sal was willing to let on, which made him wonder whether Taelon had been treated well by the Empire… he hoped that he had, but realised that it would not be as cut and dried as that.:: Whittaker: I see.. ::he said slowly.:: Send him my best when you get a moment, would you? I know that I did not treat him well after my departure from the station-, but I want nothing but the best for him and his daughter. ::he meant that- every word.:: ::Sal smiled gently at that:: Taybrim: =/\=I know, and I will tell him=/\= ::he paused and allowed the moment to linger before spekaing:: =/\= How have you been, Theo? How is the Columbia? =/\= Whittaker: There is plenty new with Columbia besides pirates.. ::he said, glad to be moving on from the topic of Taelon.:: Uprated sensors, new laboratories… she’s practically a whole new ship. She’s a testbed for the Nebula-class becoming long range exploration and reconnaissance vessels. ::beat:: No wonder they put me in the big chair, being an engineer. ::he chuckled.:: Taybrim: =/\=I’m so very glad that the Columbia is a leading ship in the fleet again=/\= ::he smiled fondly. They both had good memories of the Columbia, though the ship had always been Theo’s baby.:: Whittaker: As am I, Sal. As am I. I still have to pinch myself whenever I think that Starfleet gave her to me- but I’m sure that will pass. ::he smiled.:: Taybrim: =/\= But, more to the point, how are you, Theo? Personally how are things? How is Mirra treating you?=/\= Whittaker: I don’t think she likes the fact that she’s no longer cleared to tamper with my replicator now she is serving as a diplomat. ::he chortled at that.:: I’m doing well on the whole. I feel more comfortable in the centre seat than I ever have before- even if I could do without Professor Sellards from Dehner Base breathing fire every time we clash. ::that made his smile falter.:: But I am hopeful that we’ve reached some sort of understanding. Taybrim: =/\= Oh, really? =/\= ::he prodded gently for more information.:: ::He sat back in his chair and looked away from the screen for several seconds before he looked back at the ginger haired man on his desktop monitor.:: Whittaker: She doesn’t trust us and she kept some rather crucial information about the archeological samples hidden until one of her colleagues revealed their true nature. ::he hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should divulge the situation with Sellards- deciding he needed to vent to a neutral party, he pressed on.:: Her uncle was involved in the Pegasus disaster and lost his life. It essentially tore her family apart and she has spent a great deal of time resenting Starfleet. We’ve clashed a number of times over operational concerns, although I’m hopeful that our encounter with the pirates has made her see that Starfleet isn’t just a group of moustache-twirling villains who operate in the shadows. Taybrim: =/\= Starfleet is a very varied organization and you have the chance to show her the very best side of it =/\= ::he said with a smile of encouragement.:: Whittaker: If she will let us. ::despite their acrimonious beginning, Theo remained hopeful that he could prove to her that Starfleet was not the organisation she thought she was. Taybrim: =/\= Of course it will take time. But if she values honestly, and steadfast support she’ll find no better crew than you and yours.=/\= Whittaker: That’s most kind of you to say so, Sal. ::he was about to reply when a message flashed up in the corner of his screen. With a frown and a sigh he realised that he was needed elsewhere and that he would have to end the call with his dear friend.:: Looks like I have a staff meeting I need to oversee. I hate to cut this short, but you know what it’s like at the top. ::he smiled at the Betazoid.:: Next time I’m back in Federation space- I’ll be dropping by to see how the old girl is doing. Take care of yourself, Sal. ::Theo leaned forward and terminated the call. For a second, he thought fondly of the man who had helped to mould him into the Captain he was. How far he had come since Sal Taybrim had lured him to the darkened engine room of the Columbia and asked him to jump off the proverbial cliff! They had been through much together and out of it had blossomed a wonderful, much cherished friendship. Theo was proud for his dear friend. Fleet Captain… nobody deserved it more.:: ::And with that moment passed, Theo got to his feet and headed to his staff meeting, and wondered what misadventures the twinkling black eyes of Sal Taybrim would find themselves in next.:: -- Captain Theo M. Whittaker Commanding Officer USS Columbia NCC 85279 ID: C239203TW0 & Fleet Captain Sal Taybrim Commanding Officer StarBase 118 Operations
  18. Every month, the Academy staff works to compile the statistics about our recruiting and training for the fleet’s informational purposes. Let’s take a look at how we did as a fleet in April. This first graph depicts the number of applications that we have received each month this year. After a slower month for new applications in March, April saw substantial growth. The month of April brought in thirteen new applications. The following chart shows how our new members found us, according to their application: This final graph shows how many people graduated from the Academy during the month of April. The fleet saw only nine graduates in April tying the month with January as the second highest so far this year. This includes three applicants who applied during the month of March, while two of April’s applicants did not finish training until after the start of May. These new recruits are the lifeblood of our community. Without them, it becomes difficult to keep our ships fully crewed and even more difficult to grow the fleet. If you’d like to help us recruit more members and grow our fleet, you can join the Publicity Team using this form. The post Applications and Academy Graduates for April 2019 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  19. If there was a single recurring character that (at least upon first glance) seemed to embody the very antithesis of Star Trek’s sweeping vision, it would be Quark. The scheming, capitalistic, sexist Ferengi is truly despicable from the very beginning of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and shamelessly displays his materialistic mindset at every turn. Even so, over the course of seven seasons, Quark managed to work his way into the hearts of viewers. His development throughout the series is undeniable and one of the many treats audiences were able to enjoy. What was once a mostly shelved idea for a villainous species was given life through Quark and his fellow Ferengi characters. His popularity is best exemplified by the numerous episodes that had Quark as a focus. Though some of them were truly malignant (looking at you, “Profit and Lace”) the vast majority were effective, meaningful, and often hilarious. This week’s poll asks which Quark moment or episode you found most enjoyable. Head to the forums now to register your vote in the poll, and be sure to let us know below the poll what you think! The post Poll of the Week: Best of Quark? appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  20. This was a very creative b-plot on the part of our Engineering and Medical team. Chief Engineer Harkrow really did an amazing job at developing the creature and its interactions with the teams and its environment. It was such a fun read. ((Sickbay, Deck 4, USS Montreal)) ::So far, Roraemey considered, this was shaping up to be a very bad orbit. Or, at least, an extremely confusing, unlikely, and frightening one. The entire period had been a string of new and strange experiences, each more bizarre than the last; she was almost certain that, should she actually manage to find the nahe nefile again and return alive, almost none in the fi would believe her tale.:: ((FLASHBACK: Space, In Orbit of Karakka)) ::She had been away from the nahe nefile, the nest-ship, for more than eight orbits, searching the asteroids for the materials her fi needed: lasif sevo, the frozen rock that they split into the gasses that fed the nahe and melted for moisture; lasif viamali, the red-black oxide that would smelt to make hull metal and would radiate roy nisifaor when exposed to the roy vunisifaor of a nearby star; rua vilayi, the heavy ore that seemed to produce its own roy nisifaor for a thousand orbits. This, at least, was perfectly natural. She was Roraemey Naf, after all, the far-flyer of her fi. But when she’d returned to the place in the asteroid field where the nahe nefile had been hidden, it was not there; instead, a massive blocky ship had hung in the space between the rocks, radiating roy nisifaor into the void. A rosivuh rur ship.:: ::Roraemey had heard stories of the rosivuh rur, the life-eaters, almost since the day she’d been shed from her mother’s hip. Massive beasts from the bottoms of the great gravity wells, they could not fly the void themselves, but rose to space in great ships that could cross the gulfs between the stars faster than any Suyuyan nahe nefile ever had. The rosivuh rur could not sustain themselves on roy, neither roy nisifaor, the light-that-is-food that sustained the Suyuy, nor roy vunisifaor, the light that aided sight but brought no sustenance. Instead, they consumed the flesh of the living, of plants and other beasts, and the stories said that their ships glowed with roy nisifaor in order to lure careless Suyuy into their waiting maws.:: ::She had fled from the ship, stretching her body wide to catch the pressure of the star’s roy and sail away from the pocket in the asteroid field, but just as she’d accelerated to a wider orbit another rosivuh rur ship had appeared as if from thin vacuum directly in her path, and she felt the star’s roy slacken almost to nothing as a shimmering barrier of roy vunisifaor appeared around the ship. For a moment, she’d panicked, nearly throwing herself into the barrier, but only for a moment. The life of any Roraemey Naf was bound to be one with dangers and challenges; she would simply have to enter the ship of the rosivuh rur, find the machine creating the barrier, and disable it.:: ::It had taken her only a little time to find a place in the hull of the ship where she could press her body between the hull plates and slide through. Once inside, though, she found herself disoriented. The rosivuh rur had brought their gravity well with them, somehow, and she felt the weight of it constantly pulling her to one side as she stuck to a surface. The atmosphere was warm and oppressively thick, as well, making every sound loud enough to sting her fronds, though there were at least enough of the right gasses in the air that she could allow her skin to respire. Moving as fast as she dared, avoiding the loud, lumbering beasts she could hear well beyond her ability to see, she explored the ship. Most of what she saw was mysterious to her: winding corridors connecting to other smaller corridors, a wide space that held nothing but a deep pool of liquid lasif sevo, a room with several soft-surfaced platforms and a wide variety of biological devices that somehow reminded her of the nest of Fulli Ie on the nahe nefile.:: ::Eventually, though, she found what she was looking for: a machine, pulsing with roy vunisifaor in time with the barrier that surrounded the ship. Carefully, she wrapped herself around it, probing to feel how it might be disabled, but then a blast of roy overwhelmed her senses, blinding and stunning her, her body wracked with pain and convulsing with the energy that pulsed through it.:: ::When she regained her senses, she found she was no longer alone. There, just beyond the end of the passageway, were two of the rosivuh rur. They were still, though they made soft noises at each other, and their massive bodies glowed with roy nisifaor. It was no wonder they could not take it in; they were already suffused with it. She stared at the pair, waiting for them to make a move either toward or away from her, and when a third crashed down between the other two with a deafening thud, she shouted a nusay at them and fled, blind and still in great pain, down the corridor away from them. In her flight, she briefly alighted on something warm and soft, and she found the sensation of it intensely comforting before she realized that she’d alighted on one of the beasts themselves and continued her panicked dash. Seeking something, anything familiar, she made for the medical room she’d seen before.:: ((END FLASHBACK)) ::But when she’d arrived, she’d only found herself deeper in the same trouble she’d hoped to escape, as a smaller roy barrier had sprung up around her, trapping her. Another pair of the rosivuh rur were there, outside the barrier, one drawn up to full height and another in a more relaxed position, close to the downward surface. As she watched them, more of the beasts entered, moving slowly. They seemed to be observing her in return, though their fronds seemed strange and lifeless, either hanging limp or bundled together or pressed flat against their strange upward appendages. Frustrated and scared, she made the loudest, most grating noises she could manage at them, hoping to frighten or at least startle them.:: ::It seemed to have little effect, though after a moment she began to hear sounds coming from the creatures. One of them, the one close to the ground, slowly reached an appendage toward her. The motion seemed… gentle. Perhaps even kind? Above, the other beasts roared at each other, but this one only reached out toward her. Then, the creature… spoke?:: Bailey: ::Whispers to the creature:: I understand you. I know how you feel. ::The words meant nothing she could understand, but the tone, the cadence… that was speech. Gingerly, she tried to reproduce the creature’s gesture toward her, extending a frond in the direction of the low rosivuh rur. The large one moved toward her, though, and directed a roar at her that made her flinch.:: Harkrow: My name is Lieutenant Jacob Harkrow, of the Federation Starship Montreal. Can you understand me? ::Although, now that she’d heard speech from the one creature, she could just recognize some of the same patterns in the roaring. What that also speech? Did the rosivuh rur roar at each other to communicate?:: Roraemey: Yufa nasero re? Vunsivuar viyufa namu re? (You can speak? You use spoken language?) ::Or, at least, that was what she’d intended to say, but she’d gotten her fronds so worked into knots that she’d mostly said gibberish. The second sentence had come out something closer to “place which is to this one a place similar what is”. Total nonsense, but the rosivuh rur responded to it. The low creature reached out toward her again.:: Sotak: ::reading from her attempt at understanding the language:: “Yufa identity?” “place of my being?” Apologies, I just tried a different pattern and I believe that the sound that reads as “yufa” could be translated to “person”, but the creature does not know that concept, so it could be the term to refer to the individual in a species. Bailey: I think the creature understands more than it can tell us. Harkrow: Oh, I think that’s an understatement. Sotak: Indeed, it is can be interpreted in more usual terms as “What is your identity?” or “Who are you?” as is more casual. As to the second question, it not-so-literally translates to “Where am I?” ::raising a considering eyebrow:: It is rather obviously confused. Bailey: It’s scared. It wonders why it was being caged. Harkrow: Only natural. Any thoughts on how to continue? Sotak: I suggest you continue trying to communicate. It is the only way I can create a complete language matrix. Bailey: It doesn’t want to communicate with words. Harkrow: ::Looking over at Bailey:: Do you have another suggestion, Ensign? ::The stream of nonsensical speech between the rosivuh rur paused after the large one addressed the low one. Then the low one extended a pair of appendages to grasp a pair of long assemblies of refined rua, and used them to push itself away from the surface. Or tried to, struggled to push upward against the unnatural gravity.:: ::The gravity. A flash of insight struck Roraemay; this creature, like her, did not live in a gravity well like the one the ship carried. The assemblies she grasped, and the ones attached to her other appendages, were intended to hold her up like the other rosivuh rur, but they weren’t doing what they were supposed to. If she could show the creature she understood it…:: Harkrow: Hold on, it’s doing something. Ensign, you might- Sotak: Response ::Roraemay slithered forward, wrapping herself around the lower appendages of the rosivuh rur. The sensation was unusual to say the very least, but also somehow comforting. Though, admittedly, the fact that the creature was feeding her a continuous source of roy nisifaor might have had something to do with that. She settled herself around the creature, feeling how the limbs might move, how they might function.:: Bailey: ::Face pressed to the ground:: Don’t come any closer. ::As if talking to the creature:: I’m going to try and stand back up now. Harkrow: Just… be careful. And if it hurts you, hollar. Sotak: Response ::The creature began pushing itself upright again, and Roraemay let it show her how it wanted to move, using the strength of her own body to enhance that of the creature, pushing up its core and out along the other limbs. The feeling was familiar, almost like piloting the nahe nefile, guiding him even as he told her how he wanted to go. Balancing the rosivuh rur against gravity just like she balanced the nahe on the curve of the roy funvi iroy. As they rose, she hummed to the creature, just as she hummed to the heart of the nahe to keep him calm when the space storms were at their strongest.:: Bailey: It think it’s used to a symbiotic relationship. Harkrow: Let’s hope so. Sotak: Response ::Roraemey felt the roy nisifaor from the creature’s body intensify slightly as it moved, in a way that suggested it was testing how it could move. It seemed to approve, for it set the assemblies it had picked up aside, relying on Roraemey to hold it up. Roraemey hummed her encouragement.:: ::It felt oddly freeing to have the creature as almost a second exoskeleton around her body. She didn’t feel off balance or stiff, able, for the first time since needing them, to put her crutches down and stand with the life forms assistance. Sheila had a wide smile on her face as she felt the creature humming as well as breathing against her back.:: Bailey: I have an idea for an attempt at communication but I suggest that one of you go grab Solok so he can be present and observe. Harkrow:...sure, I’ll do that, and Ensign Sotak can stay here and keep an eye on the translator. ::He looked at Sotak.:: And on Ensign Bailey. Sotak: Response ::Roraemey felt the creature draw in a breath, as though preparing to speak, but what came out was...:: Bailey: O mio babbino caro (O my dear papa) ::This… this was as big a shock as the speech had been. These creatures understood not just linguistics, but harmonics as well. They weren’t just beasts, not even smart beasts, they were… Suyuy. Non-Suyuy Suyuy, somehow. She matched her pitch and tone to the creature, and then, still not sure if they would understand, she introduced herself.:: Roraemey: Mivon say Siniun Nunviv say Fi Nahe say Roraemey Naf isi erili luh. (I am named Far-Flyer from the Ship Family from the Eighth Child from the Root.) ::And then, because her fear still wasn’t entirely gone, she added a petition.:: Roraemey: Rev felim ruvinir vusivuh lun luh. (I humbly ask you not to eat me.) Harkrow: ::glancing at Sotak:: You get any of that? Sotak/Solok/Bailey: Response TAG/TBC ---------- Mivon say Siniun Nunviv say Fi Nahe say Roraemey Naf (Far-Flyer from the Ship Family from the Eighth Child from the Root) ---------- As Simmed By: ---------- Lieutenant Jacob Harkrow Chief Engineer USS Montreal NCC-64927 ---------- M239510JH0
  21. Full name: R'rraww Hontrú

    Date of birth (Age): 235712.01 approximately 24 anos

    Species: Caitain

    Gender: Male

    Hair color: Charcoal

    Eye color: Orange

    Height: 1.98 M

     

    FAMILY:

    Parents: M'Rreew and S'rret Clan Hontrú

    Siblings: 2 Clan Sisters (One killed at Wolf 359) 1 Clan Brother

    Spouse: Single

    Children: (Not yet)

     

    CHRONOLOGICAL HISTORY:
    R'rraww grew up on the fertile and rich planet Ferasa the homeworld of the Caitain people. One of his earliest memories was of playing in the forests of his home, and tumbling about with his litter and clan mates. R'rraww has always had a fascination for living things especially plants, and he is very fond of keeping bonsai like trees in his quarters which he prunes and cares for as his hobby.

    When he was a kit of 6 anos, his father M'Rreew introduced the young Caitain to martial arts and meditation. By the age of 12 anos, R'rraww was among one of the best in his classes age group of the practice of Quong Rrouw the Claw Dance form of Martial Arts.

    Shortly after this tragedy visited upon the Hontrú family, His Clan Sister S'rwwao a Starfleet Officer was killed aboard her ship at the battle of Wolf 359, the Federation's first encounter with the Borg. R'rraww remembered that S'rwwao was so good to him before she left for the Academy. In his devotion to her memory her teaching him right from wrong, and to treat all life as sacred. These ideals made him do all he could to help his community and his clan. He vowed to do something meaningful with is life to honor his clan sister and to bring pride to his family, as she did.

    When R'rraww made this decision he was 15 anos, and he spent much of his free studies learning about alien species especially that of the Borg. He disliked the idea of the Bully (something foreign to the Cait way of thinking) R'rraww could not imagine how one who thought of themselves as bigger or more powerful than another would want to bring harm, instead of assistance to another. It was unthinkable.

    One year later a major catastrophic event occurred when an planetquake took place on the other side of Ferasa. R'rraww asked to be allowed to be a part of the relief effort and was allowed to take the shuttle over to the other side of his world. This would be his first encounter with off worlders as the Federation sent some of their help in the form of the USS Valance and her crew. The young Caitain was very impressed with how effective and helpful these beings were. It was during this time he would meet the Klingon that would help him shape his career in Starfleet. Four anos later, R'rraww Hontrú became a cadet at Starfleet Academy on Earth, studying strategy and tactics, and tactical space theory. He hopes to become a Starfleet Marine Corp Officer someday so he can train as a pilot. R'rraww would like to fly shuttles and fighter craft.

  22. The staff of UFOP: SB118 would like to congratulate all who saw their hard work and dedication pay off this month. Please be sure to congratulate these members when you see them around the forums and chat room! DURONIS II EMBASSY Ben Garcia to Lieutenant JG Quen Deena to Lieutenant JG STARBASE 118 OPS Malko to Lieutenant JG Arturo Maxwell to Lt Commander GORKON Corliss Fortune to Lieutenant JG The post Promotions for April appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  23. I almost cried real good ole wet years reading this one. Of course, no one really likes reading about themselves being fried into crispy bits o' ash...
  24. So true I’ve had some of those moments if you recall reading over some of Maddi’s backstories.
  25. Welcome to this wonderful, fun, crazy community of ours. Glad to have you!
  26. Thanks! @Maddi Hyden I was quite emotional while writing this. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Though we all love our characters and don't want them to suffer, this is part of what helps them grow. Have to balance the good, with the bad.
  27. ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Deck 5, Sickbay)) :: The entire trip on the Illa'vareia had been brief from his reckoning, as the Al-Leyan had spent the vast majority of it unconscious. Even then, under sedation he had a listless slumber. Tossing and turning until restraint fields were put in place to keep him from falling out of the bed as nightmares consumed his sleep. Though the storm wrought on his mind by the device implanted harshly into the back of his neck had abated, the psychological trauma he'd faced at the hands of a cold and calculating RoLF had been extensive. :: ((TRS Torment - Nightmare)) :: Toryn awoke with a start and he was back on board the Torment. The sickeningly familiar crimson glow of the force field and the cold, red eyes of his torturer stared at him as he was restrained to the wall of the cell by those magnetically enforced bands around his limbs. The machine stared at him studying him. Beside the RoLF was a familiar, blue skinned figure. Brell stood beside him, looking just as weary as he felt himself. Like he had when Toryn rescued him off the bridge of the asteroid ship. The Bolian stared at him. :: Nightmare Brell: Commander. You acted recklessly and put yourself in danger. Your actions endangered the entire ship and crew. I'm disappointed in you. :: The interrogator RoLF made a gesture and the electrical field activated but this time it didn't strike him. Toryn watched as the electricity coursed through Brell, the screams of whom mixed with his own as he watched his Commanding officer turn to dust from the discharge. Then he felt the bite of the current touch him and he cried out. Only to black out. :: ((USS Atlantis, Sickbay)) :: Tossing a bit, he screamed out, voicing his agony in the nightmare induced by the trauma he'd endured and the sedatives keeping him asleep. Unaware of those around him, conscious or otherwise as he felt himself snap awake again. :: ((TRS Torment - Nightmare)) :: He jolted awake, still in that damned cell, still with that damned RoLF. This time Several other Atlanteans were arranged around the cell in front of him, all bound as he was and facing him. Logan. McKnight. Maeli. Knight. They all stared at him, a mix of contempt and fear in their expressions. :: Nightmare Knight: You had to know we'd try to come for you. ::His prosthetic eye glowed the same cold red as the RoLF's:: You doomed us all. Nightmare McKnight: You failed to save the Captain. You doomed us all. Nightmare Logan: You doomed us all. ::His cybernetic arm was a solid disruptor, like the other RoLF's had been:: Nightmare Maeli: You destroyed my mind. You doomed us all. All four in unison: You doomed us all. :: Again the torturer robot gestured and the cell's torture field activated. Shredding all four of them with the same intense, insane current of power. They all turned to ash in front of him and he screamed as the current hit him next. :: ((USS Atlantis, Sickbay, several hours later)) :: Toryn's screams once more echoed through the room before a gentle hand was placed over his mouth and a hiss of a hypospray against his neck sent him back into a deep slumber. He almost thought he heard a familiar voice sobbing. :: ((TRS Torment - Nightmare )) :: Toryn gasped sharply as he came to consciousness, being pulled from his dream of being back on board the Atlantis, under the care of the lavender haired Antosian nurse. And he instantly wished he hadn't. The RoLF was there again, but this time the person bound beside him made his breath catch in his throat. The scruffy beard, disheveled hair and perpetually grumpy expression was unmistakable. Dermont. Valin, his best friend. They'd served in the Academy together. They'd bonded over this last year and a half. Toryn had helped rescue the man's son from some less than savory sorts who tried to murder him. Not Valin. He couldn't do this. But his voice would come, like he had been robbed of speech. :: Nightmare Dermont: Ya damned fool. Ye've doomed us. I'll never get ta see me boy again! My Brie! Yer no friend!! :: Toryn shook his head violently, as much as the restraint on his neck would permit as the RoLF gestured and he watched in abject horror as Valin was subjected to millions of amps. Couldn't close his eyes no matter how much he wanted to. He watched his best friend turn to ash before him, the thermos at his side melting from the intense heat. As the blackness consumed him again he welcomed it, he couldn't stop screaming, or sobbing. :: ((USS Atlantis, Sickbay, several hours later)) :: Ragged of voice, he could barely scream and were it not for the restraint field he'd have flung himself out of the biobed, but there was the sensation of presences around him. At least two, they had always been there, but were different as if several individuals had taken turns keeping watch over him. :: ((TRS Torment - Nightmare)) :: A whine of defeat erupted from him when he awoke once more, once more with a start from the peace and calm of Atlantis' sickbay to his reality. This torturous hell he'd been enduring for months. As he looked up Toryn instantly wished he could gouge out his own eyes. The RoLF, Ceti stood in the center of the cell before him, on either side, bound by the same metal rings were the last two he'd ever hope to see in this place. To Ceti's right was the raven haired, slightly pointy eared and beautiful Romulan he'd served with for nearly two years. The first woman since leaving Leya-I he'd fallen for, an alien, someone he, by his own culture should be repulsed by having such inclinations but he wasn't a normal Al-Leyan. Toryn felt himself sobbing immediately, then drew his gaze to the RoLF's left and felt his throat clench at the sight of the an equally familiar blonde. Ears pointed slightly less so than his own, the familiar reflective sheen to her eyes would be unmistakable to anyone familiar with their species, he knew those blue eyes well. He'd stared into them long enough. Lael Rosek, the only other woman he loved and couldn't have was bound and staring at him. He felt as though he would crack in half even before either spoke up. :: Nightmare Serala: You told me you wouldn't let me fail to keep my promise, Toryn. You're a failure. ::Ceti handed a familiar dathe'anofv-sen to her and she took it:: I could never love you. You let me die. You doomed us all. :: Toryn fought desperately to say something, but as before no voice came forth and his gaze was drawn to Lael. :: Nightmare Rosek: Toryn, I'm glad I left you when I did. You ruin everything around you. And even those not. Our link. You've been making my life miserable while you've been here. I can feel it. I thought I'd be free once you're gone, but now you've doomed me too. I see now I could never love you. ::Her beautiful eyes turned red:: You doomed us all. :: The RoLF gestured and he watched in horror as Serala thrust the honor blade into her chest, a moment before the electrical current filled the room more vibrantly than before. The two women he loved evaporated into ash in what felt like hours, their screams filling his ears and when the void of blackness consumed him again he hoped he would'nt ever wake up again. :: ((Deck 5, Sickbay, USS Atlantis, an hour after Dermont's arrival)) :: Toryn jolted awake, screaming for Lael and Serala and felt a hard, invisible force keeping him to the biobed. It was a biobed, not a table. It was certainly softer. There was no red glow, only the bright white illumination of a Federation starship. A familiar one. The Al-Leyan stared up at the ceiling. The Mission Specialist was exhausted, despite having been asleep since his rescue little of it had been restful. He shuddered and felt discomfort on his cheeks, the dried remains of tears, he wanted to cry more but he had none left. A shadow loomed over him and Toryn turned his head to look up at the source and his eyes widened with a mix of surprise, confusion and elation at seeing his dear friend Dermont staring down at him in all of his scruffy glory. :: Raga: Va..::His voice was raspy and he had to cough and swallow a few times to speak:: Valin...Is that really you? Dermont: response Raga: Had...to ask...I've seen you die too many times...I don't know what's real...and what's a dream. Dermont: response :: Toryn definitely felt it, despite his body's dense structure the man had landed a square and hardy strike on him. He coughed and nodded. :: Raga: Ow. Dermont: response Raga: Please..tell me we didn't loose anyone. If anyone died trying to bring me back....::His voice trailed off, but the look in his cerulean eyes conveyed the Al-Leyan would consider that a poor trade:: Dermont: response ========================================================= Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga Mission Specialist USS Atlantis NCC-74682 PodCast Team Atlantis Staff Member Writer ID: A239410TR0 https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga @Toryn Raga This was incredible it shows what torture can do to a person's mind! You did an excellent job at conveying the fear and pain. It may not be a joyous post, but it was very well written!
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