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  1. :D Thank you all for the warm welcome! I am definitely looking forward to becoming involved in the roleplay. Though I am a tad confused. I found a thread where it was your character (in this case Lyra) waiting to get on board but I can't find it at the moment. x.x I am sure I will get used to this forum organization but since I am rather new...there is bound to be some confusion. ;u;'

    I believe this is the link you're thinking of: http://forums.starbase118.net/index.php?/topic/6646-arrival-at-starbase-118-introduce-your-character-here/

    And not be any more confusing, but all of the actual official role playing is done via e-mail. If you haven't done so yet, sign up here: http://www.starbase118.net/about/application/

    Be sure to have fun!

  2. ((Conference Room, Deck 1))

    ::This was a mutiny! There were all against him! He was completely shocked that they would try and do this to him. Had he not been a good and honest Captain to him? Where was the gratitude and loyalty? ::

    ::Commander Greir Reinard was not himself and he couldn’t understand why everyone was questioning him. He couldn’t think properly or see past the red mist. He had never behaved like this in his life and everyone in the room seemed to know it was uncharacteristic of him too. ::

    Reinard: Oh no you don’t! ::Breathing heavily and getting more agitated:: Mutiny! I won’t have it!

    ::He thought he could trust these people, so why were they doing this to him? It didn’t seem right or fair to him! ::

    Falcon: ::Voice still calm, but nervousness working its way in.:: Sir, this isn’t mutiny. We’re concerned for you. That’s all.

    Thomas: ::Keeping his eye on the Captain, Kael addressed the Counsellor.:: Commander Brice, you’ll be accompanying the Captain to where he wants to go.

    ::That sounded more like it. They were going to do what he wanted. He lowered the chair a little so it wasn’t raised high above his head. He was glad they had remembered their place. ::

    Brice: Where?

    Thomas: He wants to go to the Brig, we’ll escort him there. But first I need to organise to get him there.

    ::Wait what? What did they mean by ‘organise to get him there’? weren’t they going to walk like normal people? He’d been putting the chair down but stopped as he suddenly became suspicious and paranoid all at once. ::

    Reinard: Hold on a minute. What are you doing? We are going to the brig right?

    ::He meant to go and talk to Bo’Sun. He didn’t know why but he strongly felt that’s what they needed to do. If this was a mutiny though as he now felt it was… maybe this was a trick to put him in the brig! He had never thought Commander Thomas capable of such treachery. How could he make such a poor choice in him for first officer when he was normally such a good judge of character? He’d never felt so betrayed in his life and it hurt badly. ::

    Thomas: =/\= Ensign Block, lock onto the Captain and Commander Brice, and prepare to transport. Confirm when that is done. =/\=

    ::Greir started to raise the chair again. He wasn’t planning on escorting him anywhere! He was only locking on to Brice and himself. She was the only one who could back him up and stop Thomas. His actions were out of order!. ::

    Block: =/\= Locked on sir, where am I sending them? =/\=

    Thomas: =/\= Listen carefully and when I’m finished do it immediately. Transport the Captain and Commander Brice, ::now speaking as quick as he could be understood.:: to sickbay and place the Captain behind a containment field…NOW!

    ::Greir gave an almighty roar of pure rage and swung the chair back over his head, preparing to flig it with all his might. Unfortunately the transporter beam took him and the momentum the chair had gathered send it flying backwards towards the door..::

    ((Sickbay - Darwin-A))

    ::As soon as Greir materialised in sickbay he slumped to the floor. The transport had made him feel disoriented and he was completely surrounded by an energy field. He felt like it was pressing him into place. Worse still he could feel the energy fields from the warp core and the freighter becoming stronger. He was desperately afraid and needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. ::

    ::He could hear voices behind him and got to his feet, using the biobed as a support. He began to get his bearings again. He’d never fielded this much all at once and the fact that he couldn’t control it and filter out things like normal was pushing his freak out button. ::

    ::That wasn’t what was making him so angry and aggressive though, although it was a contributing factor to his emotionally turbulent state. He could think clearly, he didn’t feel himself and he was all too mindful of the problems he’d suffered as a child. He was certain something had gone terribly wrong when he’d banged his head. ::

    ::Now he was trapped in a place that was lit up worse than the city of Bondi had been and there was no countryside to retreat to. If his nervous system got too overloaded with it all then he could be paralysed or maybe killed. He felt more and more sure, with the pain in his head and growing nausea that the worst would surely happen. ::

    Manius: Captain, this is Dr Manius, can you tell me what’s wrong? I want to help you.

    Reinard: ::In a panic:: Make it stop! It’s killing me!

    ::Was there anyone on this ship that would help him? Maybe he’d had it too good for too long and the price for everything great he’d had in life was an early and painful exit from this stage in the cycle. He wasn’t ready to cease being yet. There was still so much he wanted to do! ::

    Manius: What’s killing you? You have to tell me or I can’t help.

    ::Greir strained to focus and think hard to try and explain the problem. It should have been a simple matter to express but he’d become riled up way beyond a point where he could control himself, even with all of his years of training in counselling. ::

    Reinard: The energy fields. It’s too much! You have to drop the energy fields

    ::It came out as a terrified plea. His fielding had reached a point that had he been asked to find anything on the ship freighter or immediate area, down to the smallest energy weapon he could find it in a heartbeat. He was unprepared for it! ::

    Manius: ::Speaking urgently:: Ok I’ll do you a deal. You lie on the biobed and I’ll drop the containment field.

    ::Greir paced around. Lie on the biobed. Lie on the biobed. Lie on the biobed. It sounded so simple. For the first time since this had all started he felt like he knew what he had to do. That it would lead to something good happening made it all the more appealing. ::

    Manius: Captain! Lie down on the biobed!

    ::Right! Lie on the biobed. Now would be good. He stopped his pacing and did it immediately, trying to calm his breathing down so he didn’t hyperventilate. Sure enough the containment field came down and there was one less thing assaulting his senses. Maybe this could work. Greir wanted another deal like that. One that led to another, bigger switch off. ::

    Manius: Just like I said sir, the containment field is down. Just try to remain still and calm.

    ::What, no deal? Greir couldn’t handle that. Was he supposed to just lie here and die? No. There was only one thing for it, he had to get away. He needed to get as far away from the Darwin as possible, by any means. ::

    Reinard: ::Urgently:: I need to get out of here!

    ::He sat up suddenly, with wide panicked eyes. He lunged at Dr Manius, the man who stood between him and his continued existence. There was a struggle as Greir tried to get past Manius and out of the room. The man had grabbed him and intended to put him back on the death bed. He was just as much a traitor as the rest. ::

    Manius: ::Strained:: Computer! Re-erect containment field!

    ::Greir freaked out and screamed right in Todd’s face. He had no regard for anything or anyone else and was furious that his freedom had been denied. Already feeling angry and aggressive this latest mood stoked the fired and he finally crossed the final barrier, assaulting Todd by violently striking him, hard in the face. The instinctive move had left him exposed and a small hiss by his ear indicated the Doctor had succeeded in pumping him full of drugs. He felt extremely tired all of a sudden and with it the powerful emotions seemed to fade into the background as he slumped to the floor and sleep took him.::


    Commander Greir Reinard

    Commanding Officer

    USS Darwin-A

    Cadet Steward: UFOP: SB118 Academy

  3. It's Valentines Day. As I was leaving the house this morning, I was wondering which main character throughout the Star Trek franchise I would want to send a Valentine's Day gift.

    So, who would you choose? Let's keep it limited to the main characters of each show/movie series.

    Me? I'd probably send some flowers to Doctor Crusher. :)

  4. ((USS Mercury, Deck 25: Holodeck 3))

    ::Shore leave had proved to be quite relaxing. Besides his after action report he hadn't done any work whatsoever but for Arden there was only one other indulgence that he craved before the Mercury's next adventure. Taking a trip down to Holodeck three and praying not to be interrupted this time Arden started another one of his rock climbing simulations.::

    ::As the holodeck doors opened Arden found himself standing five meters from the rock wall he would be climbing. All around him was a lush tropical jungle, the sun was shining with a light breeze. All in all it was a prefect environment which would look even better from the top.::

    :: A meter away sat a crate in which Arden found all the supplies he would need for this climb. Rolling up his sleeves and buckling his harness in place he gathered the other provisions testing the functionality of each. Even though this was a holodeck and his gear was fabricated fault free Arden checked anyway just as he had been taught. The motto of never make assumptions etched into his mind. Somehow that motto seemed all the more relevant since joining Star Fleet particularly with his chosen career path.::

    :: By the time Arden reached the second of the three segments in the wall he almost wished he paid closer attention to the weather settings prior to starting. Having climbed above the canopy the breeze was still gentle but he could feel the heat more. A sweat coated Arden continued onward anyway. As he poked his head over the pinnacle of the wall onto a large open plateau. Usually Arden felt relieved at having completed the exercise but this time he was shocked to see Captain Tallis standing a couple meters away. Shaking it off and remembering that he was hanging by a rope a good two hundred meters off the ground, he swung his right leg up onto the plateau to allow him to quickly haul his body off the cliff face. Taking a couple steps away from the cliff he disconnected his safety ropes and approached the Captain, still confused despite Captain Tallis's expression of enjoyment.::

    ::Tallis hadn't been able to make a trip down into the sensor module section of the ship for quite some time, and was pleased to have the opportunity. He was even more pleased to have the opportunity to do what he was about to do. A few stealthily deployed clearance codes allowed him access to the otherwise closed off holodeck in which Arden was running his climbing program. A few more codes allowed him to easily access the part of the program that needed to be accessed. He knew it would not be long before Cain made it to his location. Until then, he took the time to enjoy the heat and the jungle scenery. It was a far cry from the confines of sickbay.::

    ::So it was that when the Science chief made it to the top of the rock face, his captain was waiting for him with a flask and a light lunch of subs filled with a selection of fillings. For a moment, Tallis was sure that Cain would fall back down the cliff in shock, and was glad that the safety protocols were active. Fortunately, the worst did not come to the worst, and Arden hauled himself up onto solid ground.::

    ::Taking the flask offered to him Arden drunk deeply. Afterward he wiped the sweat from his face before addressing the Captain.::

    Cain: Captain are you a....

    Tallis: ::Laughing:: No, I'm real. And to answer your next question, this is the first time I've ever gatecrashed someone's holodeck time. In my defence, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have something important to talk to you about.

    ::A formal air quickly descended on the proceedings, which Tallis hadn't quite been aiming for, but couldn't really be helped. As much as he tried, there really weren't very many ways to keep something like this casual.::

    Cain: Yes Sir I'm afraid you'll have to forgive my appearance. What did you want to talk about Sir?

    Tallis: Well, to be honest, I'm thinking of appointing a new Chief of Science...

    ::To say that Arden didn't understand would have been an understatement. Arden knew the Captain well enough that he wasn't joking, definitely not having gatecrashed on his holodeck time. To his knowledge he had been doing a great job as the CSO and couldn't think of a reason to be replaced. Deciding the best thing to do would be to remain calm he asked the next logical question.::

    Cain: May I ask why you are replacing me, Sir? I think I have done a pretty decent job thus far. Will I still be in the science department?

    ::The Bajoran smiled through Cain's inevitable concerns as he ploughed ahead, deliberately being vague, and knowing that Cain was about to get the shock of his life. In short, he was enjoying every minute.::

    Tallis: Well in fairness, Arden, I don't think you'll have much time to spend there.

    Cain: I don't understand Sir.

    ::They had reached the point where Tallis's fun had to come to an end, and an offer needed to be made.::

    Tallis: Commander Parker is moving into a more specialist role that should give us the edge we need out here in the Menthar Corridor. That means I need someone who's reliable, competent, respected by the crew, and a [...]ed good officer all round to step into the role of first officer. That would be you, if you're willing to accept a promotion?

    :: Now it become crystal clear why the Captain wanted to move Arden. Arden honestly felt idiotic. Not because he had expected the promotion but rather that he underestimated how much the Captain thought of him.::

    Cain: I am honored Sir and I'm willing. I certainly have some big shoes to fill but I will do my best Captain.

    ::Rhul beamed as his wind-up unraveled into a realization of what was really going on. Arden was humble as ever, but that was one of the qualities that a great command candidate needed; it helped to keep in touch with the lowerdecksmen.::

    Tallis: Your best will be more than good enough, Arden. Although come to think of it, Parker's feet are pretty big... ::he chuckled.::

    Cain: I doubt that there are many who could actually fill his shoes. ::smiling:: Did you have any thoughts about the next chief of science Sir?

    Tallis: I think that Ba'Eli would make a good choice, given her enthusiasm for her change in departments.

    ::Arden had gone from shock and confusion to pride and excitement in the space of a few moments. The new position came with a lot of responsibility but that wasn't anything new. Even if Arden took a while adapting this time he knew he had support if he needed it. ::

    Cain: Thank you again Captain this definitely means alot to me.

    Tallis: You're more than welcome. I think you'll find yourself getting used to a red collar quicker than you might expect. You seem to have a knack for command. For now, though, help yourself to a sandwich. ::He glanced to the rock face towering behind him.:: I have a feeling you'll need it if you're going to make it to the summit...


    A JP by

    Captain Tallis Rhul

    Commanding Officer

    USS Mercury



    Lieutenant Commander Arden Cain

    First Officer

    USS Mercury


  5. "Welcome to Delta Station!"

    Jeremy walked under the threshold of the airlock and saw the large holographic sign projected on the wall of the station. Everything seemed so clean and the mood so friendly. It was a far cry from the transport he'd used to reach this brand new outpost on the edge of explored space.

    Jeremy Wilkins was a short and stocky man in his late 30's with a balding scalp and steel gray eyes. His clothes consisted of a light blue button-down shirt with a single breast pocket, a pair of gray cotton trousers, and canvas shoes. The trip hadn't been kind to Jeremy, since he was unshaven and his clothes wrinkled.

    But here he was. The last stop to the great unknown: Delta Station. Jeremy had been reading about this place since it's conception ten years ago.

    Stardate 238710.23 was the day a joint venture of several space-faring civilizations to share the newly discovered Iconian Gateway. The gateway, a piece of incredible technology leftover from the ancient Iconian Civilization, had the ability to take it's passengers to seemingly ANY point in the galaxy.

    The facility was named Delta Station, a Federation-designed space station, which was decided to be the housing of the gateway. After years of debate and squabbles, it was finally decided that all citizens of a newly formed alliance of Federation, Klingon, Ferengi, Cardassian and Romulan Remnants could use the portal to explore the galaxy and reap the riches that lay beyond.

    That was exactly what this down-on-his-luck Terran was preparing to do.

    Of course, such a piece of technology needed to be regulated and protected. One had to pass a rigorous background screening and medical examination before being given the OK to use the gateway. Most people, usually in large groups, wanted to find a world to colonize and begin a new life. Others were sex explorers wanting to get their names in history books.

    Jeremy was neither. He just wanted to get away. Away from his nagging ex-wife, his annoying kids, his unfulfilling job... it was just time to go and never come back.

    All he had was a bag of clothes, some meager provisions, a few how-to books and a small hand phaser for protection.

    "This will definitely be a big change," he thought as security scanned him with a Tricorder. He had already shown his permit to carry the weapon and was allowed to pass through the checkpoint with no fuss. Jeremy then carried his possessions, along with his own hefty weight, through the next series of checks on the way to the gateway.

    It seemed like several hours had passed, but Jeremy finally made it to the final stop. Through all the last-minute medical checks, questionnaires, liability waivers and planning offices, it was time to get going. It was time to begin his life again. This time on his own terms.

    There was a family of four in front of the balding man that were very eager to get going as well, and it showed with every step they took. Jeremy had overheard they were joining an agricultural colony somewhere deep in the middle of the Gamma Quadrant. Though he was happy for them, he was also annoyed with how upbeat they were.

    He thought about how glad he was not to be joining them.

    The gateway chamber was about as big as a school auditorium and full of Stafleet security officers wielding large phaser rifles. The cue formed to get to the gateway controls snaked around at least five times. Jeremy, who's feet were very much getting tired of all the standing, knew he was almost there. Just a few more minutes and he'd be going away from all his troubles. It was a remarkable feeling.

    Eventually, the family in front passed through the gateway, instantaneously arriving at a green and luscious planet and were greeted by several people. They all waved back to the overweight Terran and he put on a fake smile to show his acknowledgement. Jeremy was glad they were gone, because it was now his turn to go.

    "Destination please," the gateway control operator demanded.

    Jeremy handed the man a PADD. The operator looked at it, then to Jeremy, then back to the PADD once more before looking at the large-ish man standing before him. An incredulous look was painted across his face.

    "Risa? That's it? You went through all this trouble just to go to RISA?!?"

    Jeremy remembered the similar looks he'd gotten while applying to use the gateway. He only had so much money and it would've cost too much to charter a transport to Risa from Cestus III, where he'd left his former life behind. In contrast, the ferry to Delta Station and the subsequent use of the gateway were all free if you could pass the background screenings.

    With a small shrug, Jeremy's lips opened and he confessed, "I've never been there before. I've heard it's nice."

    The operator just shook his head, sighed, and tapped his controls. The gateway changed to show a beautiful beach with gorgeous oceans and Jeremy could smell the seaside air.

    The balding Terran nodded his thanks to the operator and reached into his breast pocket. Taking out a pair of sunglasses, he put them on and took a deep breath.

    "Time to get away," Jeremy said as he stepped through the gateway... and smiled when the dual Risian suns touched his face.

    And just like he'd heard, it was very nice indeed.

  6. (( Mess Hall, Renegade Trader))

    :: Arden couldn't decide which was a worse situation to be in, on the Orion shipyards or the Renegade Trader with his Father? By the time he had reached the Trader on his way for the pre-arranged family dinner he decided on the latter of the two options. He had been trained well by Star Fleet in most regards so dealing with an enemy shipyard while daunting was a piece of cake compared. On the other hand dealing with Willard Cain never got any easier even with a considerable amount of experience at it. Not once had Arden walked away feeling like he was an equal to his Father. In the end he always felt like some six year old child crying or complaining no matter how old he actually was. Arden was determined to change that fact because while he was still young he was his own man now. One deserving of a certain level of respect if not that then definitely common curtsey. He didn't hold his breath waiting for either.::

    :: After punching in a code at the airlock Arden was granted access to the Renegade Trader seeing the familiar bulkheads and corridors. With one final sigh he crossed the threshold calmly. Arden wasn't looking for a fight this evening, he wasn't even looking to relive the glory days. The only thing back there were more fights and a miserable existence. Nothing that needed to see the light of day again.::

    :: As he walked through the corridors Arden saw that the Trader remained largely unchanged despite it being several years since he had been aboard. On the way to the mess hall he spotted few instances of malfunctioning equipment. Computer terminals on the fritz or ceiling lights that just didn't work. Some of the problems looked worse then others with a cursory analysis but that wasn't the reason for Arden being there. Reminding himself to be careful not to volunteer his services to help repair some of the problems he entered the mess hall. Glancing down at a wrist watch he had replicated for himself, it revealed he was early as he promised he would be.::

    :: Half expecting to see the rest of the crew of the Trader, Arden saw his Mother and father sitting at the table while Ellen went about making final preparations. Despite knowing that the three of them were now aware of Arden's presence Arden walked up to Marcella Cain and gave her a hug at his own pace. The hug was affectionate as any such occurrence between mother and child would be. It filled Arden with a motherly warmth, one that couldn't be achieved when talking via sub space.::

    :: Taking a step back he turned to his Father, Willard. He however barely gave a grunt of acknowledgement.::

    Arden: Nice to see you to Dad.

    Ellen: Behave you two and I thought I said that this was meant to be a uniform free night!

    Arden: ::smiling:: Sorry Ellen I didn't get that part of the message. How was Bajor?

    Ellen: Do you realize that your always changing the topic? Bajor was great. I only wish I had more time to spend down there. Well thank you everyone for agreeing to come tonight, enjoy.

    :: Arden sat down as Ellen placed the last of food platters on the table taking a seat next to Arden. On the table were now traditional terran roast vegetables and a leg of pork. A gravy float and a small dish of butter were close by. Once everyone had filled there plates Willard spoke in his trade-mark charming tone that served him so well in the business arena. A touch of pride filled his voice.::

    Willard: I don't usually take orders on my own ship, let alone from one of my children but this is fantastic Ellen. I am proud of you for doing this..

    oO Of course you are. Like I can't tell what your playing at. Oo

    Ellen: Well it wasn't exactly easy. That replicator seriously needs replacing. Perhaps Arden could take a look at it.

    :: This statement came with a small murmur of laughter from the parents. Although Arden was sure it was related to the replicator joke, he couldn't be sure. ::

    Arden: I don't think I will have the time but if its anything close to what I remember of it. It probably does need replacing. Patch jobs can only last so long.

    Marcella: Well isn't that the truth.

    Willard: ::Staring straight at Arden:: Are you saying that there's something wrong with the Renegade Trader. Too busy playing with your new toy warship to remember how the real people do things. Working with what limited supplies we have and all!

    oO And it starts, hell that didn't take long. Oo

    Arden: No Dad, I haven't forgotten and there's nothing wrong with the Trader that a bit of TLC couldn't fix. As for the Ronin, that ship is far from being a toy and the people aboard are as real as they come. But we both know your insult was directed at me, don't we.

    :: An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the family slowly ate their food. Each of them looking about as if to decide what to talk about next in a more amicable manner. During which time Arden actually spotted a decoupler lying next to the replicator unit. Thinking to myself, the food actually did taste better then he remembered. It must have taken Ellen some time to get such a result.::

    Marcella: So dear, how are you settling in on the Ronin? Must be quite the change.

    Arden: Its only been a few days but I'm settling in well. Still travel light so unpacking isn't usually a problem.

    Willard: So why have you been demoted?

    :: The question shocked Arden. At first he didn't realize what his Father had been talking about then he caught on that he might be referring to the Constitution. It seemed like so long ago that he left DS9 aboard the Ronin, so much had happened. ::

    Willard: What was the name of the other ship. Constantinople, Christchurch..

    Arden: You mean the Constitution dad.

    Willard: Yes that one. I hear you were a department head. So what happened?

    Arden: The Constitution was decommissioned through no fault of my own that much I can guarantee. When I was transferred to the Ronin someone more experienced was chosen as CEO. And my position as a department head was a temporary thing at best. I'm good but far from the best and the last few days of proven that fact.

    Willard: And here I was thinking that I trained you to be more then just good.

    :: Arden simply didn't reply to the comment, not raising to the bait. Instead he thought about what Captain Perkins had told him about bullies. "The last thing you do is back down" he'd been told and Arden had no intention of doing so now. That brought a smile to his face although Arden couldn't tell how long it would last.::

    Willard: Have nothing to say to that mister? Don't those Star Fleet types teach respect these days?

    Arden: To some extent they do but on a personal level respect is earned not a right. Tonight isn't about me though. This has got to be the best meal I have had here in a long time Ellen. Thank you even if the company is a little more difficult.

    Ellen: Well there's still dessert, the evenings still young as they say.

    :: Somehow Arden doubted it as he finished off his first plate. Putting down his knife and fork he sat and waited to see what would happen. After what seemed like ages Willard predictably broke the silence. This time he wasn't playing soft ball.::

    Willard: So whats your plan Arden. Going to go back to your ship and continue to look down on us. Going to walk away again I mean the only reason your here is to mock me.

    Arden: ::Slowly standing:: Thank you once again Ellen, Mother, if you will excuse me I apparently have things to discuss with Dad outside. If I don't come back I will call before I depart.

    :: With that he left the table turning his back on his Father deliberately making his way to the aft cargo hold. He choose the cargo hold because it was out of the way and well outside of hearing range. It didn't take long for Willard to arrive behind him. Now that the pair of them were there it seemed so obvious what would happen next. As Arden thought about it he realized that he didn't want to argue with his father. A few years ago he wouldn't have hesitated but a lot had change since then but as he realized the day before this was one of those choices that was out of Arden's hands.::

    Arden: ::talking before Willard could in a raised but controlled voice.:: Believe it or not Dad. I didn't have a plan when I arrived tonight. You were the one hell bent on causing chaos and stress. I get enough of that in my day job. I don't need you adding to it.

    Willard: Well if you can't hack it.

    Arden: Oh I can hack it but don't change the topic dad.

    Willard: Well as I recall you were the one that left, not me. So don't go blaming me for where your at. The trouble you get yourself in. Emotional or otherwise.

    :: The statement struck Arden causing a tear to come to his eye. It was true that Arden may have left for Star Fleet. Choosing a career over his family but it seemed oddly hypercritical that he be blamed for following his own desire when he could clearly remember growing up for the most part without a real father. One that was always on so called business returning only when it suited Willard.::

    Arden: Your such a pathetic fracking hypocrite. Get over your fracking self. I can't count the times you left Ellen and I on Earth without our parents. Ellen may love you but I know better.

    Willard: Watch your tongue boy. I'm still your bloody father and I [...] well deserve your respect.

    Arden: Respect you, that would be the day. I joined Star Fleet because its something I believe in and the fact remains I am pretty good at what I do, your just too blind to see that. :: Willard went to talk but Arden cut him off raising his voice yet again.:: I don't owe you anything Father least of all respect or loyalty. Your neither my superior or worthy of the time I spent trying to please you. Hell you treat me like s**t so whats that old saying. "What comes around, goes around".

    Willard: ::Sneering:: And here I was thinking that you came to your senses. Came back here tonight to apologize. I would have even accepted it. But now get off my ship and don't let me catch you hanging around.

    Arden: ::Laughing:: Apologize for what? I came here because Ellen asked me to, not for you. :: Walking away he called over his shoulder.:: If you want to keep me out you better change those access codes. Wouldn't want to make too easy for me to break in!! See ya around.

    ::Once out of sight heading toward the airlock Arden abruptly turned and punched the closest wall letting a sob go before making his way back to the Ronin. Although what Arden had said made him feel good he knew all too well that he would regret it the next morning. For he always did, a weakness on his part that he knew his Father didn't share. Before stepping aboard DS9 Arden made sure to wipe his eyes in an attempt to hide the tears that had been spilled. The last thing he wanted was the new crew to stumble into this family feud. And see Arden as somehow acting in a childish manner. Perhaps he would see about calling Evanna. She usually was a good listener and never one to judge. Arden like his privacy and this was as private as Arden got.::


    Ensign Arden Cain

    Engineering Officer

    USS Ronin


  7. (( Sector 2459 - Tarador 5 ))

    oO What a fine mess you've gotten yourself into this time, eh Ben? Oo

    :: The small Venture-class scout ship was in over it's head this time around thanks to it's pilot and owner, Ben Wells. The scruffy-looking Terran was always taking contracts that seemed impossible to complete given his resources, but it hadn't ever been a problem before. Until now perhaps... ::

    :: Ben's ship, which he'd aptly named "Fortune", was in orbit around the massive yellow-hued Class-S ultra giant in the Tarador System. All 6 of the planets were gaseous planets of some sort and not of much worth to anyone... unless you knew where to look. ::

    :: The bald, blue-eyed man stroked his unkempt beard as he looked at the planet through the view port. He considered the task before him and tried to crunch the numbers... and they weren't looking so favorable.::

    :: "Fortune" had been quite a reliable ship for the past 2 years; especially given the fact that he'd only paid 50 bars of latinum to take it out of an independent Zakdorn supply depot. After a few repairs, upgrades and modifications, the former Starfleet scout vessel had performed the various salvage and retrieval contracts with only minor issues. ::

    :: This little endeavor, on the other hand, wasn't going to be as easy. Ben mused about that prospect while taking a swig of Saurian Brandy... his last bottle. ::

    oO It never seems to go as far as I'd like. Oo

    :: Putting the bottle back down and wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Ben brought up his ship's hull tolerance specifications. After a quick glance, he leaned back in his seat and looked up towards the ceiling in disgust. ::

    Wells: Why, oh why did I ever think I could do this one? Someone want to explain it to me?

    :: The contract specifically required a 25 kilogram sample of the asteroid that was now inconveniently lodged in a hydrogen pocket 1000 kilometers into the planet's gasseous atmosphere. The asteroid's geologic make-up was causing problems with getting any sort of transporter lock on the rock face. Therefore, Ben would have to take his ship into the atmosphere and get into point-blank range to initiate any sort of transport. At those depths, the pressure would crush the "Fortune" like a can of dehydrated Andorian beets. ::

    oO No wonder I was the only one to sign up for this one. Oo

    :: Ben cracked his neck to try and ease the stress and looked back at the massive planet lying before him. ::

    Well: Read the fine print next time before you sign anything, will ya Benny-boy? You get me into more trouble that way than anything else.

    :: What made all of this worse was the time limit the contract had stipulated. The unnamed clients wanted their sample in 2 weeks... and it had taken Ben 6 days to ge`t to the planet at maximum warp. So, in essence, he had ONE DAY to get the sample and head back to the trading station on Relga 9 as the crow flies. There was no time to waste. ::

    :: The reward for this puny sample? 500 bars of latinum AND coverage of expenditures. Ben had salivated at such a juicy contract, until he was on his ship and read the details after signing up. But, he'd never reneged on a deal before... and he wasn't going to start now. ::

    Wells: Computer, transfer auxiliary power to structural integrity. Disengage all non-essential systems and transfer to the shield grid.

    Computer: Power transfer complete. Structural integrity field at 120 percent.

    :: Ben, satisfied with everything he'd done to batten down the hatches, set an intercept course for the asteroid. He then took the last swig of brandy and tossed the bottle behind him. A deep breath followed as he stared down the mighty gas giant like a gunslinger eying his opponent in a duel at high noon. ::

    Wells: Alright then... fortune favors the bold... and papa needs a new bottle of brandy.

    :: A few commands on the console in front of him and the small craft's impulse drive hummed into life. The view out of the front window changed from the horizon of the planet to a murky mixture of pale yellow with various tufts of orange and red. "Fortune" was heading right into the belly of this beast... and Ben hoped she could handle the ride. ::

    :: The turbulence started off as a mild shake, but slowly grew to be a more moderate vibration. All Ben had to work off of now was his sensor data showing him how close he was to the target. After a minute, he was only a third of the way there. ::

    :: That's when things got complicated... and scary. The computer spouted off warnings of cross-variable currents and swirling hydrogen eddys. Ben, being a decent enough pilot, evaded the worst of it. But that wasn't before his shields began to buckle under the strain. ::

    :: "Fortune" was rocking and creaking as she passed the 500 kilometer mark. Ben's knuckles were white and his complexion pale due to the stress. His breathing was getting faster and faster and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears. But still, he pressed on. ::

    Wells: We're almost there... just a little bit more sweety. You can do it.

    Computer: Warning, shields are offline. Structural integrity at 80 percent. Hull pressure exceeding specified limits.

    oO Thanks for stating the obvious... Oo

    :: at 750 kilometers, klaxons sounded throughout the small cabin of the ship. The creaking and snapping noised became intolerable. Ben was terrified, but amazed that his ship kept going... until the inevitable happened when he got to 950 kilometers. ::

    Computer: Warning. Microfractures forming on outer hull. Breach imminent. Catastrophic decompression in 90 seconds.

    Wells: Transfer emergency power to structural integrity!

    :: The computer beeped an acknowledgement. Finally, the large mass of gray rock appeared through the window. Ben had no time to enjoy the view. He beamed the piece of rock into the cabin and quickly reversed course. ::

    Computer: Cross current detected on present course, recommend course correction.

    Ben: Sorry sweetheart, no time...

    :: He took a second to wipe the sweat from his brow and continued on course. The ship was hit by a massive current of rotating hydrogen and helium which threw Ben out of his seat. He scrambled to get back and correct for the issue, but the only thing that greeted him was the computer's less-than-cheerful news. ::

    Computer: Hull integrity critical. Breach in 29 seconds.

    :: The instruments showed "Fortune" was only 150 kilometers from clearing the atmosphere, but the last jolt had done a number on the impulse engines. It would take 32 seconds to get clear at his current speed. Ben closed his eyes and hoped for the best. ::

    oO Please be wrong... please be wrong. Oo

    :: The computer counted down the seconds to a hull breach and Ben just sat there silently repeating the mantra. For a split second, he wondered if all this had been worth it. Was this hunk of rock he carried really worth 500 bars of latinum... or his life? ::

    :: Before he could find out if his doubt would come to fruition, the shaking finally ceased. Ben almost thought his death had been so painless that he didn't even notice the hull breach and decompression. But, when he finally opened his eyes, all he saw was the view out of the front window. It was full of stars. ::

    :: With a large sigh of relief, Ben slumped back in his chair and put his hands on his face. He rubbed his eyes and began to chuckle at the lucky break this ship had given him. All the math and logic were against him this time, but the vagabond pilot of this second-hand scout ship had defied the odds once again. The Terran turned in his chair and took a his first close look at his 25 kilogram prize. ::

    Wells: Looks like I picked the right name for this ship... now I just want some brandy.

    :: The sweat-soaked Terran turned back to the controls and mercifully set a course to the trading station. The computer informed him it would take 7 days to reach his destination... and he only had 6 to get the rock back to his client. ::

    oO Please be wrong... please be wrong... Oo

    :: Ben closed his eyes and tapped the control to engage the warp drive. ::

    ~ The End ~

  8. I'm really not sure how to feel about this game. For one, it's primed to go up against ST Online, which has had plenty of time to establish itself as the premier Star Trek MMO.

    On the other hand, I think the one thing Infinite Space has going for it is the fact that it's free. However, MMOs these days need money to develop. So, will there just be tons of in-game advertisements to maintain itself? If so, won't that get annoying to the players?

    Although, the major problem I have with STO is probably the same problem I'll have with Infinite Space... it's only Star Trek in name and look, not in substance. Star Trek isn't about going around the galaxy engaging all manner of aliens in ship-to-ship or away team combat. Star Trek is about exploration; not only of the galaxy but of the human condition. I'm sorry, but all I ever see in Star Trek MMOs is, "Let's go blow some stuff up! FOR THE FEDERATION!"

    Unless Infinite Space can offer more exploration and less war, I'm going to pass.

  9. OOC: This takes place the day after Parker's attempted strangling of

    Ensign Walker...

    (( Engineering))

    :: Maya was on a mission. As much as she cared for Parker, she knew that

    as a Starfleet officer, killing your crew mates was not something

    condoned. On a Klingon ship, such a killing would be considered justice.

    Her man could barely move this morning after the so called "workout"

    with the Captain. Maya lived in two worlds, and she saw the two in very

    close proximity, especially now. With purpose, she strode into

    Engineering looking for Walker. Several noticed her, and some wondered

    if there was going to be a repeat of the previous days' mayhem. Maya

    wasn't here to kill Tobias..she was here to explain Parker to him the

    best she could...and perhaps salvage some sort of relationship with him.

    Men like Parker often stood alone..most too afraid to face him...[...]

    cowards! She really needed to watch the Chief though...Martinez was just

    a little too close for comfort..and although she was willing to share

    Parker with Kamela,no others were worthy of him. She spied Tobias

    working on an engineering console and she headed right for him...she

    needed to get this over with.....

    Gemini: Tobias...I need to talk to you...about Parker...

    :: She could see the confusion in Tobias' eyes....was he wondering if

    she was going to try to killl him too?

    Tobias: Are you here to finish the job that Hannibal started?

    Gemini: No...I'm not going to kill you. but if you don't find a place

    where we can talk,I'll find a way to poison you where only your eyelids

    will work...

    :: Tobias motioned her over to a currently unoccupied office. Tobias sat

    at the desk,while Maya stood before it..

    Tobias: If you're not here to kill me, then what can I do for you,


    Gemini:: staring straight at Tobias:: Do you really understand why

    Parker wanted to kill you?

    ::Tobias paused for a second before he responded, after he thought about

    the answer.::

    Tobias: He believes that I'm responsible in part for his parent's death,

    that I'm a traitor to starfleet. Is that the reason?

    ::Tobias realized that there was more going on with Parker than even he

    knew. The anger towards him for killing Parker's parents was highly

    misplaced. Parker was blaming him for everything that the Syndicate had

    done wrong. Channeling all his anger towards the closest person to

    him. There was more going on than Tobias could understand.::

    Gemini: No...that is not the only reason he wanted you dead. I have seen

    him kill before. You have seen him kill before. He is

    merciless..quick... He wanted you to know something before he killed you.

    Tobias: ::Rubbing his still sore neck:: I got the message.

    Gemini: He, in is own way, liked you a lot. He..trusted you. And you

    betrayed that trust. You disrespected his honor. You mocked him. I'm not

    here to judge you for what you did...we have all done things we wish we

    had not, and we will do so again. If this were a Klingon ship, you would

    be dead.not for what you did,but because you were not honest with him

    when you had the opportunity. Unless you change the situation with him,

    you will always worry on some night he might still kill you.

    ::Tobias betrayed more than friendship and he knew it. But he also knew

    that what was now common knowledge needed to remain a secret, sometimes

    the wrong things needed to be done for the right reason. To destroy the

    devil, part of him had to become the devil. And he hoped in the end he

    wouldn't lose his soul.::

    Tobias: I sleep with ghosts every night, Gemini, when I do sleep. So

    there is nothing I can do to ease that.

    Gemini: You must fight him.

    Tobias: Not going to happen, he tried to kill me once, he is not getting

    the chance again.

    :: She could see the fear returning to his eyes at the thought of facing

    an enraged Parker again..with no one around to stop him..be she knew how

    to handle that...

    Gemini: You must take your punishment for betraying him..a piece of your

    [...] for the rest of your life..a life less than 24 hours ago he was more

    than willing to take..

    Tobias: Punishment I'm not afraid to take, but this will be a little one


    Gemini: I am certain that you will find a non lethal way of evening the

    odds....because I can still make my threat very real...

    Tobias: I don't like threats, received too many of them the last week...

    Gemini: Facing him and taking your punishment for your betrayal will

    allow him to respect you..there is no other way. You could save the ship

    a thousand times but it would mean nothing to him..in his eyes you would

    still be a traitor. This is very personal to him...and you know why it

    is. If you truly want him on your side,this is what must happen...

    :: Maya studied Tobias for a few minutes,wishing she could see the

    inside his mind to watch the wheels turning. She wasn't about to tell

    Tobias that Parker was fighting the Captain each night to "improve his

    temper". From the way things went last night for her man,this

    enlightenment might take awhile...and also slightly weaken her man when

    he faces Walker..

    Tobias: And I have this desire to continue breathing at the end of each


    Gemini: He will not kill you. He will beat you. Then the road back will

    begin.Parker..Parker...is a man who would sacrifice himself for everyone

    in the crew to save them. He saved my life...twice. How many times

    during the fight on that rock did he save yours? Your men? His men? All

    he asks is honesty. Give him what he needs. Soon.

    :: With that,Maya turned and left the office. She did hope Tobias

    understood what had to be done. Her man needed his friends, the few he

    had. Mya looked over her shoulder as she left Engineering,noting that

    Tobias had not left the little office yet. Hopefully, he will figutr it

    out. She had done the legwork...now it was time to head back to her lab...

    ::Tobias sat in the chief engineer's chair, a lot weighing in on his

    mind. He had to think of something and fast. He had been backed into a

    corner and unlike Jubal, Parker had a diffrent set of rules, ones that

    wouldn't allow him to bend. It would be over an hour before he left the

    office with a plan that just might work.::


    Lt. j.g. Maya Gemini Chief Science Officer

    AS simmed by:

    Lt. Hannibal Tiberious Parker,

    Acting Chief Tactical Officer

    Acting Chief Of Security

    USS Challenger


    Ens. Tobias Walker

    Engineering Officer

    USS Challenger - A

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