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  1. Hello. I went through all my files that I saved over the years. All the ideas for possible stories that I want to write and I found one of them. I think I created this idea around 2009. Somewhere. Called Star Trek: The Fourth Dimension. Something to do with either a time ship or a ship with a temporal warp core that got lost through time. I even had a full credits list of who starred in them. It was supposed to be an idea for a possible TV show. In the time after ENT ended and we entered this period where we needed another Star Trek show or we can't live without one. So I created one. Or tried to. This was my synoposis. The Story starred Captain Lewis C. Kirk and his crew transported through time, became lost and tried to find a way home. Like Voyager only its temporal. The "Time Ship" is able to go into different dimensions and time. The ship can create a rip in time and space in order to go to different universes. Kind of like Doctor Who...in a sense... At that time, because I was young as it was around 2009, I didnt know a lot of rules. So, my story kinda contradicts with what Paramount considers original. Like for example, Lewis C. Kirk is the great grand nephew of the famous James T. Kirk. Fixable. Meaning, I have a chance to either delete him or give him a new name. The First officer is a half human-half Romulan female. The second officer is a male Vulcan. I have a chief engineer named John "Scotty" Jessen who's a....you guessed it. Scottish. My creativity wasnt very good back then. I was creative, but it had its limits. I also created a new race called the Melorians. They have "special" powers. They are telepathic and have the ability to go through walls. They do have their limits. I even have a half human, half Melorian that shares the same powers but with its own limits. There is a recharge limit. He has to rest everytime he goes through walls. And the thicker the walls, the longer he has to rest. ALSO.....he is the only one of his race with the ability to become......invisible. Yup. Invisible. Its very rare its like a genetic abnormality. Also, he is also born deaf due to his ears being malformed. He became deaf and has special devices surgically attached to his ears. Essentially, the half Melorian is me. I named him Ensign Toby Ghost Sloan. At that time when I created him, I felt invisible in RL. And I dreamt that I could go through walls lol....anyways. The last two, or maybe three. Doctor Zora Nebulae is the CMO. She is a non native of the Alpha Quaduant as she is from the Delta Quaduant. I won't reveal much of her. I do have her written down completely, but spoilers. You understand. Anyways, I can tell you this though. I named her Nebulae for a special reason. Her green skin color can change depending on her mood and she is capable of healing. I'm assuming its a special ability that she has that she can heal without the use of technology. That's all I can say...She is and will remain a mystery. Secondly, I also have a strange combination of half Klingon half Cardassian who is a literal tank and is ten times stronger OR has ten times the strength of a Klingon. I will work on that. Finally, I have a ships AI. An Artificial Intelligence called Lomarr. Supposedly similar to Data but with the traits of "Andromeda's" AI, Rommie. But not Rommie in a sense. Similar. Lomarr can be either male or female and I think, they can be both. It's an artificial computer in the form of a human. So.....what do you think? Feel free to bash me, but please, be nice to me. I created all those back in the ancient time that is 2009....or 2010. I want to recreate this story, if it has potential? Maybe you can help me? Or encourage me? Maybe I'll have time to pursue all this idea...
  2. Book of Devon, Vol One. Xandria, Defender of Starfleet. Names have their meaning. It is given by our parents and their parents before them. There is a code we live by but it doesn’t always mean we have to live by them. Your name has meaning, Devon. Multiple meanings. My name has one singular meaning. We were born with the same destiny to join Starfleet. Our fate, no my fate is set. I- we don’t get to choose them no matter how much we want to avoid it. If you are listening to this. Then that means- Devon closed the recorder. Sniffing softly, she wiped a tear that threatened to fall from her duct. Finding herself in a dimly lit attic, she thumbed the old Starfleet device in her hand and turned it over. Dust drifted among the old relics scattered all over the top part of her old house. Shuttered cupboards blocked the outside giving the room a dark feeling. The candle lights glowed as it filled the room with light. Somewhere below the room, the clock struck several times. Devon looked straight across from the desk. Getting up, she moved her braided hair to the side and approached the closed window. Opening it, she looked outside into the clouds. It appeared to be midday. Surrounding her cottage was the sea by the rocky cliffs. People came and gathered on her yard. While some dressed in dark civilian clothing, others dressed in their Starfleet uniform dress in respect. Devon wore the dark tunic of a Starfleet Ensign of the tactical department. A combadge beeped in her shirt. She ignored it for several moments and allowed it to beep. Exhaling a sigh, she tapped it as her father spoke, “Devon. Are you ready?” Devon didn’t speak for a few moments as she let the silence linger. Finally, she replied with her Irish accent, “No.” Biting her lips, she placed her arms around her knees and held herself closer as she leaned against the window. Her father replied, “We can’t start without you.” Devon shook her head. Closing her sea-green eyes, she replied, “She’s not dead. She’s still alive.” “Dev,” her father began before Devon shut the communication device off. Mouthing softly, she whimpered, “She’s not dead. She can’t be dead. Her body-.” Closing her eyes, her half Betazoid side caused her to remember as she flashed back the month before the mission. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Her body wasn’t found. That means she’s still out there. Missing! Devon rushed toward the doorway as she ran after him. Gripping the side of the doorway, she shouted into the office as her Irish accept rebounded in the room, “Davis!” The man in a red shouldered Starfleet uniform turned to face her and placed his arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he replied sternly, “Ensign Caden, watch your tone!” Devon exhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Controlling her temper, she recollected herself and opened her eyes. Walking through the doorway, she replied, “Forgive me, Captain. There has got to be-” Davis looked at her with a hardened stare. Beneath the hardened stare was a cool, softer captain. He raised his hand to interrupt her and offered her a chair, “Have a seat, Ensign.” Taking her seat, Devon nodded, “Aye, sir. Thank you, sir.” Davis took his seat behind his desk. On it was an assortment of PADDS, his computer and the nameplate that stated his name clearly, Captain Leland P. Davis. He spoke, “We tried. Everything. We searched for survivors along the Cardassian border, but we found no others.” The orange red haired ensign exhaled, “But, you didn’t find her tags. You didn’t even find her body. That means-” Leland offered his hand again and replied, “She’s gone. Don’t even try to look. We need to account for the losses. You need to accept it and move on.” “Move-” Devon whimpered softly and averted her eyes. Holding back her tears, she fought to control her emotions. Leland watched the ensign. He could understand what she was going through. Exhaling a sigh, he picked up the PADD on his desk and stood from his chair. Walking toward the ensign, he held it out for her. Devon sniffed and looked up. Accepting the PADD, she looked over it as he knelt to her eye level and spoke, “You need time. I have granted you leave from Starfleet. Take however long you need it to be. Your rank and position are still open for you if you are ready to come back.” “I-” Devon gulped and wiped her eyes. Looking at him, she looked over the PADD and nodded, “Thank you, sir.” _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Devon walked through the doorway of her old cottage near the sea. Her father stood waiting by the porch. He looked at her with a sad smile. Devon bit her lips to hold back her emotions. Her Betazoid side continued to flare up causing her migraines. Opening her mouth, her voice cracked as her Irish accent came through, “Dad-” Aric nodded with a wave of his hand, “I know. Your brother is waiting for us. Come here.” Devon sniffed and nodded as she walked over to give him a hug. They embraced for a few seconds. Looping her arm into his arm, they walked down the steps and along the path toward the flowered terrace. Several people crowded in their own spaces. They held glasses and spoke in undertones. Before the casket stood an older boy of her age. Recognizing him, Devon spoke, “Xander!” Cedric turned toward her with dark eyes and a smile, “Hey sis.” They embraced for a few seconds as Aric watched them both. He replied, “Cedric. Devon. If only your mother was here. She was always better at this than I. Your sister. May she rest.” Cedric grew serious and nodded, “Amen, father.” Devon huffed silently and looked away. Crossing her arms, she held herself and walked away. Cedric started forward, but Aric placed a hand on his shoulder. Shaking his head, he replied, “Give her time. Her death affected her more than ours.” Cedric sniffed and shook his head. Turning, he faced him and replied, “It affected me too.” Aric nodded, “I know, but there is a bond between them that goes beyond human. I may not understand it because I am Human, but your mother was Betazoid. She gave a part of her to you three. However, the bond she shared with your sister goes beyond limits. With her gone, your sister could withdraw into her shell. Give her space and time.” Cedric sighed and turned to look for his sister. Devon had disappeared. Shrugging his father’s arm off, he ran after her. Not far from the terrace, Devon walked down the stone steps and toward the column. Leaning against the stone, she stared out over the cliff. The winds from the waves below her brushed against her orange red hair. Behind her, Cedric approached softly. Sensing her brother, she smiled softly and replied, “You can come close, Xander. It’s okay.” “Okay,” Cedric walked alongside her and looked out into the horizon. He nodded, “Sorry.” Crossing her arms while leaning against the stone column, Devon turned to him and raised her eyebrow, “For what?” Cedric looked at her and shrugged. Devon exhaled and shook her head. Offering a smile, she touched his head and ruffled his dark hair with a playful tousle, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just-” “Hard?” he replied while moving closer. Devon bit her lips and exhaled with a nod, “Yeah. I know she’s not dead. She’s still out there. I can feel her. I ca-” she stopped and shook her head. Cedric approached her and moved to her front. Shaking his head, he looked into her sea-green eyes and spoke, “This isn’t like what happened to mom. She didn’t die. She disappeared. Vanished. She-” He stopped and backed slightly from her while turning away suddenly. Devon stared at him and processed. With a sigh, she uncrossed her arms and placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her as she replied, “I know and Starfleet gave up on trying to find her. She’s still out there too.” Cedric closed his eyes and shook his head. Opening them, he replied, “But Xandria is dead. We need to move on.” “No!” Devon yelled causing him to bite back his tongue. He averted her glare. She growled before controlling herself, “No. I can’t. Not yet.” Covering her mouth, she sobbed quietly and turned away from him. Cedric walked a few steps forward and watched her disappear along the path into the docks below the cliff. Exhaling sadly, he placed his hands into his pockets and returned to the upper terrace. Thirty minutes had passed. It was after the service that Devon disappeared into the house. Entering through the open doors, she closed it tight and locked it. Looking around the dimly lit empty room with the lines, she spoke, “Computer. Run program. Telstrus 3” “Working,” the computer beeped. The empty room transformed into the rust like atmosphere of the moon. Devon found herself standing on the edge of a cliff. She wore her Starfleet issued dark uniform with the gold stripes. She looked around the strangely colored atmosphere that smelled like rust even through her mask. The mountains appeared bare with several dead trees. Someone approached from behind her and spoke. “Hey Dev.” Devon turned to face her half Betazoid counterpart with long dark hair and dark eyes. She appeared of the same form as her with the same uniform. She smiled, “Xandria.” Xandria smiled back with a twinkle in her eyes, “Something in your mind?” Devon shook her head and turned away. Taking out her recorder, she fiddled with the casing and tried to keep back her emotions. Xandria approached from behind and sat down before the cliff. Inhaling the oxygen from her mask, she exhaled, “It’s always nice to take a break from a mission.” Looking up, she smiled and patted the empty spot next to her, “Come. Sit!” Hearing her speak made it hard for Devon to respond. Gasping softly, she sat down to join her. Xandria wrapped her arm around her shoulder. Hugging her close, she exhaled as the wind picked up around her. A gentle wind blew by them as Xandria replied, “I always like this. Before each and every mission as the winds blow, they tell us messages. They whisper to us. Do you know what they whisper?” Closing her eyes, Devon gasped softly as tears started to fall from her duct. She inquired, “What?” Xandria pulled her close and whispered into her ear, “They tell us to never be afraid. They tell us. They say move forward. Move on.” Devon shook her head and looked at her. She replied, “I can’t.” Her sister looked at her saddened features and inquired with concern, “Why not?” “Because,” Devon sniffed and gasped softly, “You left a hole within me. When you disappeared in that mission near Telstrus. When you last spoke to me. You always said you liked the winds, but I can’t. I can’t move on. I won’t, because you can’t be dead.” Xandria looked at her and [...]ed her head with concern. She nodded and stroked her chin, “It’s okay, Dev. Really. If you need time, you got time. What else is there?” “I-” Devon sighed and turned away. Studying the recorder she held in her head, she replayed the last message. -my fate is set. I- we don’t get to choose them no matter how much we want to avoid it. If you are listening to this. Then that means I am dead. Please, Devon. Move on. I know it’s hard, but you can do it. I love you. I will always love you. The recorder clicked off as Devon covered her face and cried. Xandria watched her. Before she could speak, Devon spoke, “Computer, freeze program.” Wiping her eyes, Devon looked at the frozen image of her sister. Biting her lips, she shook her head, “I can’t give up on you. I will not give up on you. I know you’re out there. Somewhere. Like our mother. But I can’t do it while I’m Starfleet. So, I’m resigning my commission to Starfleet to become an engineer. As a civilian, I have free reign to do whatever I want to do. I’m sorry, but I can’t let go. The winds change in my favor as I move forward but along a new path.” Taking a few seconds to pause, she finished, “Computer. Delete program Telstrus 3” Slowly as everything froze, Xandria’s image vanished as if her spirit floated away in the animated winds. Devon sadly watched her sister vanish.
  3. I have a question, cause I didnt get the reference. What is "I always loved the wind…...until that mission on Telstrus 3."? To where does this reference to? Also, does it have to be my character? Like, it should be about Hayley? Or someone else?
  4. When he turned into a spider and scared the crap out of the captain.
  5. Any fight with Sisko sparring with anyone is best. I actually laughed at Janeway vs that Microorganisim horror virus thingie. Like, what? lol
  6. To be honest, To improve as a Writer cause I've been writing for fifteen years. Being born deaf IRL has made me a better writer, but I'm still on that road. AND still improving. I still have issues and areas to improve on my writer, but I'll never give up on it cause I love writing. I got the Top three choices tho No1 Is Career advancement for Hayley, cause since the New Years, she's been wanting to get involved more. So, that was the one I chose. But if I had to choose three, its Career Advancement, Improve my Writing and Building relationships/Romance/Rivalry. I mean, there's gotta be someone out there who has it out for Hayley (I hope not lol...) Anyways, as always, to improve on my writing because I would love to be involved more. Because this is the best Star Fleet fleet I've ever had the opportunity to be involved in...
  7. On her free time from her work, Hayley came along for the ride
  8. I wonder how much spam was use to make THAT guy's head exploded on screen. Hmm.... *shudders*
  9. She wouldn't. I mean, she's an introvert and talking in front of people scares her. So....yeah. Her own comfort zone is hiding in a corner somewhere. Tinkering. With something...
  10. If we're still talking about these ships and since I'm new here, I'm curious. Are we in distant future going to have another playable ship like a defiant class or maybe something similar to a Soyez or a Miranda class? Small ships are boss....just saying. 👀🤫🤔
  11. The tall, dark haired stranger pointed the weapon at Hayley. The young cadet stared at the barrel of the distruptor with fear and gulped. Sweat poured down her brow. Swallowing her fear, she bravely responded, “Please. Let me go and I will leave.” The stranger grinned with coldness and shook his head, “No. You don’t get out of this. Poor little girl. Fresh out of the academy, huh? Such a shame.” Without a second, he fired. The hot beam of the disruptor caught her flank thrusting her backwards. The back of her skull hit the metal post of the lamp. Clutching to her side, Hayley fell to the ground. Fighting the overwhelming darkness, she listened to him bark orders. “Men, take her body out and dump her with the others at the end of the colony. You know where it is. Do it. No one will know the truth of all this.” With her tongue stuck inside her throat, Hayley gasped with pain as darkness overcame her senses. Her life slowly ebbed away as his men carried her away. “Dev” A voice spoke in the back of her head. Hayley stood with her hands on the railing. She watched the shuttle fly from the port in a town in Ireland. She smiled watching and waiting. Already seventeen and full of promise, she waited for the shuttle to take her to the academy to begin her first studies in San Francisco. It was her life-long dream. “Devon” “Huh?” Hayley wondered. Turning around, she listened again and recognized the tone of her father. She smiled leaving her place against the railing to meet him. A barking sound followed him as she exclaimed seeing her favorite Irish Settler, “Mackie!” Her three-year-old puppy ran up to greet her as she opened her arms and exclaimed hugging her, “Father! You brought Mackie! I thought you left him to be cared for.” Mackie barked and slobbered all over her. Stroking her fur, Hayley stood and hugged her father. They embraced as he spoke, “I couldn’t let her alone without letting her say goodbye.” As Mackie sat awaiting her next command, she watched her two favorite humans watch each other. Hayley kept her smile and spoke, “Father. Thank you.” He stood there grasping her hands. He smiled and inquired, “Are you ready?” Hayley closed her eyes. Thinking to herself and feeling an overpowering feeling of emotion, she opened her eyes and nodded. As her green eyes stared at her father, she felt his happiness. Being only half Betazoid as she got half her abilities from her mother, the half Human shook her head, “I don’t know, father. I studied a lot. I learned many things. I thought I would be ready and yet.” “What?” her father inquired, “What is it,” Hayley gulped. Feeling pain on her side, she swallowed harshly and responded in a low, raspy voice, “I still feel this darkness inside me. An emptiness. A void left behind my mother. She,” Struggling to prevent her tears from falling, she turned away. Her father touched her face and responded bringing her to face him,” I know. Things were never the same for both you and your brother since your mother disappeared thirteen years ago. She left without warning and her disappearance made no sense.” Mackie watched them both and whimpered turning her head sideways. Hayley closed her eyes and nodded. Stroking Mackie on her head, she exhaled. Her puppy licked her hand. Her father placed his hand on her head and inquired, “It is part of why you joined Starfleet, isn’t it? To find your mother?” Hayley opened her eyes and nodded, “Yeah.” He sighed, “And I can’t persuade you to let go?” The young girl shook her head and swallowed her response, “No. I have to do this, father.” He nodded assuring her with a kiss on the forehead, “Okay. Be careful. Know that I love you, wherever you are.” That brought back a confident smile to her as Hayley replied, “Thanks. Love you too.” She hugged him and knelt before Mackie to kiss her. Her dog barked as Hayley turned away. The shuttle she waited for had come. Walking toward the plank, she turned to give her father a wave. Following several people, she boarded the shuttle. Halfway across the plank and entering the waiting shuttle, she heard that voice on the back of her mind again. Dev… “What?” Hayley turned around. Searching for the voice, it sounded familiar. It came again via a sudden ringing in her head. Devon… Hayley groaned. Grabbing her head, she fought the ringing pain. Stumbling against the passengers of the boarded shuttle, she banged the wall with her hand. The occupants ignored her apparently unaware of her sudden pain as the voice echoed but louder DEVON! Another groan escaped her throat as a sudden pain arched across her side. Clutching her flank, she felt something wet. Withdrawing her hand, she gasped seeing blood dripping from her hand and wound. Falling to her knees, she groaned closing her eyes as the painful voice lashed at her head like an electric whip. DEVON! Opening her eyes, Hayley gasped feeling around her. She was on her back with someone else atop her. Feeling herself whisked away from a familiar setting, she found herself on her back with a bunch of bodies around her. A man knelt over her and held her down as he tended to her wound, “Dev, stay with me.” “Huh,” Hayley groggily attempted to speak. Feeling her system filled with drugs to keep her pain in bay, a nagging ringing in her head just won’t quit as she groaned, “Captain?” The man holding her down appeared dark and clouded. Hayley’s eyes played tricks on her. Feeling her mind taken down, she muttered, “No. It can’t be. The captain is dead.” “Devon. Hey! Dev,” the man tended to her wound spoke. Soon his voice became familiar as she inquired, “Seth?” Her brother was here? That couldn’t be. He was halfway across the quadrant. No way he was here. She groaned, “Seth. What?” “Hey,” Seth spoke as she tried to get up. Keeping her down, “Dev, I’m not here. But, as your brother, I have to tell you. Don’t give up now. Devon!” “What,” Hayley groaned. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she flailed on the ground. Feeling the corpses of the dead near her, she went into a panic and screamed. Her brother yelled, “AWAKE!” Hayley stood up and gasped. Feeling a sudden rush of the smell of the dead crossing her nose, she gagged. No longer sensing her brother, she cried, “Seth!” It was all in her head as the medication was giving her hallucinations. Setting herself back against the only wall nearby, Hayley hissed with pain and groaned. Touching the bandages covering her side, she felt hot, sticky blood on her hand. Feeling nothing but silence in her mind, the half Betazoid cried softly. Realizing that she felt very much alone, Hayley gasped softly, “No.” Sitting alone among the dead colonists for a bit, Hayley felt herself drifting off. Shaking her head, she gasped, “No. Must stay awake.” Her professors had warned her that she must not sleep when she’s hurt bad. Hayley felt the darkness. It gnawed at her. It drew her in. It wanted her sweet embrace. Closing her eyes again, Hayley cried out in pain when another nerve struck her side. “Please, Dev. Stay awake.” She whimpered softly as her eyes slowly closed. The young twenty-three-year-old muttered, “Must. Stay. Awa-“ Sleep tugged at her as darkness embraced the young cadet. [End – To be continued…] Cadet Hayley Devon Caden, “Dev” In training (HCO) Unassigned
  12. I'd like to participate and try to write something up. I might be late to the party or my submission might not even count, but its practice. *shrugs* .....oh and I'm bored.
  13. Thanks! I'm liking this place so far. I hope I can follow through things easily. I've had to learn over the years. I'm a bit dyslexic, so if I mis read posts or have a hard time understanding the point, that's probably why. Someone did say I had mild or medium or whatever. But im not letting that stop me though, cause I can work around it if I work hard enough
  14. As the shuttle stopped before the destination, Hayley stepped off the transport. A bustle of activity became apparent soon as she entered through the airlock. Several communications went off on several com-badges. Though, none were for her. Starbase 118 at the moment stood as a huge place for her. It made her feel tiny even if she wasn't by any standards small. She trained hard for this. The workouts she endured made her into the woman she wanted to be. Growing up off the beaches of the Scottish isles, Hayley enjoyed exploring and surfing. It molded her into a strong, athletic body. However, she kept her fiery personality. Standing only five feet seven inches, the twenty something young girl stared at the crowd forming. Being bit of an introvert, Hayley shied away from the large group and followed a small line toward a window. Being the introvert had kept her cautious. She wasn't sure who she was supposed to meet or introduce herself. All she knew was she finished her classes and her next step was just a few doors away. Taking a moment to breathe, Hayley exhaled. If her father were here to see her, he'd be proud. Somewhere beyond the stars was a ship of her own choosing. For the moment, she'd take a smaller one for now. All the training she took at the academy had brought her up to this point. All her engineering skills checked. Her ability to learn fast in ship's operations kept her smart. Her agility and endurance by the academy kept her stabilized. All that was left to her was her first training in the real thing to begin her position in HCO which was a combination of Helm, Communications and Operations. All she had to do was wait for her instructor, whoever that would be.
  15. Hey. First off. I want to say. I like and still love Star Trek, no matter what CBS all access has done with it. I haven't role played in Star Trek for almost ten years? Its been a long time. I miss it. I've been trying to good search it and trying to find it, but no such luck. I'm lucky to have found this site though. It wasn't easy. One google search has led me here through a site. Anyways, I dunno. Google can be disobedient sometimes. My name is Ben. Just call me Ben. Its fine. I can go with other names, but I dunno. Even though I dislike the name, I was born with it. Its simple and easy to pronounce. So, Ben! I live in the Eastern US. In the Carolinas. That much I'll say for now. I'm unemployed at the moment due to the quarantine. So, I'm struggling a bit. Boredom for one cause I have a need to roleplay stuff. Hence me being here. I'd like to learn new things again. I'm a film major. I'm studying film. I am also deaf. Born deaf. What other things? Other then that, I hope this place will be fun!
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