U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Mission 32 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 3

Sim Date: 3/4/2017
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 06:30:00
Stardate: 73932.43 ST:E Stardate: 11703.04

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Attendance:
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
Ensign Eldrida Trost – Councilor
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:
Jonson – Temporal Agent
Johnson – Temporal Agent (No Relation)
Commander N'Pral - Starfleet JAG
Commander Traeg - Starfleet JAG

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Sorry I couldn’t be there, great log from what I could read.
So, CJ Reached out and gave me a task to write out my interview. So, that is below. Enjoy.

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Mission Briefing:
The Tempest remains locked down, and all personnel are now confined to quarters following an altercation between Commander Derringer and Lieutenant Cleveland. A detachment of security personnel have secured the ship, and representatives from the JAG officer are conducting interviews. Meanwhile, Commander Derringer recovers in Sickbay after being shot by Temporal Affairs agent Jonson.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
Stardate: 73932.43


Oliver sat there at his desk for a long while, trying to collect his thoughts. So many emotions. So many things to deal with. He could feel his resolve slowly slipping away. He wanted to overturn the table, ravage his quarters and let his anger spill forth. It was so hard not to. He felt his hands clenching hard into fists, he stared at them willing them to stop. Slowly they relaxed. “Rock!” he muttered.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the doorbell to his quarters went off.

He took a moment to compose himself, long enough for a second ring. “Come in!” he called out as flat as he could. He did not bother getting up; he just sat staring across the room at the Star’s and the faint glow of Pacifica in his windows.

“Sorry to bother you Captain, I need you to come with me please.” a security officer said. It was one of the people that had come aboard when they were all relieved of duty; he seemed nice enough, as he had checked on him a few times. Likely, it was his job to ensure that we were still stable and not having done anything drastic.

Oliver let out a long breath, and glanced over at the security officer and nodded. He crossed his room, grabbed his duty vest, and pulled it on, zipping it closed after transferring his communicator to it. “Thank you. Where am I going?”

“Observation lounge. I will be escorting you.” The man said. Oliver realized it was just as much a suggestion as it was a fact. He was starting to feel as though he might be a prisoner on his own ship. Nevertheless, he also knew that it was probably an impossible position on the other side to secure the entire crew of a Galaxy class starship. There were at last count over thirteen hundred souls on board.

He gave a nod of acknowledgment and started for the door. “Very well.” He stopped a moment and looked back at his room. He felt as if he was missing something.

“Everything alright?” the guard asked.

Oliver frowned; “No, nothing is right!” he said somberly, turned, and headed out into the corridor with the guard in tow. He made his way down the hall and into the awaiting turbolift and another guard. He stopped at the door and regarded the large man, and then looked back at the other. “Is this really necessary?” he asked sharply.

“Order sir.” He simply said and gestured toward the opening. “Please.”

Oliver shook his head in dismay, stepped into the lift, and took up a position at the back of the lift behind and between the two. Oliver had so many things he wanted to say, not just to the two temporal agents but also to Starfleet about how the treatment of his crew was entirely uncalled for, it was certainly not helping things. Of that, he was certain. The lift ride was brief; they shot straight to the bridge. As they exited onto the bridge, he glanced around as he slowly made his way to the Observation lounge, he did not recognize anyone present, which only made him feel worse. People who he did not know were into their business, into the ships systems.

The doors parted and the guards stopped at the doorway, the other returning to the turbolift. Oliver watched him disappear into the lift through the open doors. The other guard watched him, he was curious as to why Oliver stopped; he could see that but did not rightly care. He nodded to the guard and made his trek the rest of the way into the observation lounge. He glanced around the room as he entered. There was a slender Vulcan woman standing at the end of the table.

“Have a seat Captain.,” she said gesturing to a seat. “I am Commander N’Pral from the Judge Advocate Generals office.”

Reluctantly Oliver crossed the rest of the distance to one of the only two chairs in the room and settled down into it.

“Captain, as you are aware we are investigating recent events aboard your vessel. I have a few questions for you so that we can complete this task.”

Oliver nodded, but remained quiet.

“Captain Savage please tell me about your first officer, Commander Derringer.” She said settling down into the chair across from him.

“What do you want to know?” He asked, wanting to know if there was something specific.

“Just tell me your professional opinion of Mr. Derringer.” She said.

“Sully…” he stopped thinking, his mind suddenly churning on the events of the last few days again. He felt his anxiety rise suddenly; he took in a deep breath and let it out. “Sully has a great potential about him. His record has him on a trajectory that puts him in command of his own vessel one day. I see the potential in him, but I feel like he lets his ego get in the way. He does not assert himself and deal with his issues in a stern and straightforward manner.” He shifted in his chair. “Sully’s been having issues with Johnny for some time now, and yes I have been aware. Yes some of the crew other than Johnny have mentioned it even in passing.”

“And what steps have you taken to deal with this issue?” she asked pointedly.

“I was letting the two of them work it out in an effort to allow Sully to handle his problems. As I stated when things were falling apart the other night. My job is the overall health of my ship and crew. However, Sully’s job as First officer is the crew. He sets the tone. He is in charge of personnel specifically. It is the duty of the first officer. Therefore, I felt he needed to handle the situation. My thought process was that If I stepped in he would never gain the respect of the crew.” He paused a moment for reflection. “If I’m to be honest I damaged our relationship yesterday. I did not honestly intend on things developing the way they did. But they did.”

“We will get to that in a moment. Why would you levy so much trust in your young first officer to handle these things the way you did?” she asked.

“Because I had to learn the same way.” He said flatly. “Maybe it wasn’t the right way with Sully, but my previous Captain taught me that you cannot go running to the Captain to fix your problems. If you do, you’ll never get the respect of the crew. You must work through your issues. If it gets to the point of the Captain having to intervene something has gone wrong. And clearly it did but I didn’t see it.” He paused again looking out the windows into space. “I realize now of course the mistakes I made. But often you don’t see them until it’s too late.”

Oliver stood up from his chair and began walking around the table. “Sorry, I can’t sit anymore. You mind if I walk?” He said, his voice was conveying some of the anxiety he was feeling. When she didn’t respond, he continued. “I do not feel like I did wrong to be honest. In regards to trying to let Sully work it out himself. He should rightly be able to deal with an unruly officer. But I think the two of them have something to learn from one another. I’m not trying to force the issue, but I wanted to give them time to work It out between them.” He stopped looking out the windows. “But then there is this thing that’s got Sully preoccupied. He does not even realize it I don’t think. He’s aloof. He’s paranoid at times even. But it wasn’t to the point of anything dangerous. Not until last night. I don’t know what the hell he was thinking pulling a Phaser.” He began pacing his way around the table again. “Maybe he’s not ready, and I was wrong to put him in that position yet.”

“Tell me about Johnny Cleveland, your Chief Tactical Officer.” She said.

He stopped at the far end of the table, and turned grabbing the top of the chair with both hands. “Johnny is…” he paused a moment searching for the right words. “Johnny is lost.” He said flatly. “Johnny does not know where Johnny wants to be. He was forced into his career in Starfleet by family. He doesn’t have them looking over his shoulder and I think he’s trying to figure out what he wants to do. He’s continued to distance himself for the most part from the crew with his antics in hopes that when it’s time for him to make a decision it’s easy for him. If he goes no one will miss him. If he stays he has to show them what he really is.”

“What might that be?” the Vulcan asked looking up from her note pad, an eyebrow arched.

“A good officer!” he said, his fingers squeezing the backrest. “He may be a jerk at times, but I think it’s a byproduct of his past. I’ve been trying to get him to see that he has a choice. But he’s got to realize if he wants to stay it must be his choice now. And he must realize his actual potential. He has the makings of a great officer as well, just like Sully. I just wish he would decide and actually grab on with both hands and do it!” he began circling the table once again. “Again it cannot be forced, but I think given the right circumstances the two of them could be thick as thieves if they can learn to work together.”

“Are you certain that would be wise given how they feel about each other?” she asked.

“I cannot give you the answer to that honestly Commander. That’s for the two of them to figure out.”

“What is your view of what happened last night?” she asked.

“Honestly?” he asked stopping once again in front of the windows, this time his eyes found the planet, floating out there in the distance, its vast oceans stretching as far as he could see. “Last night was a combination of bad decisions lead by mental instabilities.” He said, his voice going low. “I should have taken Johnny’s information and slept on it. Literally!” he shifted uneasy. “I screwed up honestly.”

“Can you Elaborate?” she said.

“We had been working for nearly forty-eight hours. We were buried under rubble, got free, went straight into helping with recovery efforts, then ran into the Naradra, we negotiated a peace with them, and helped get Pacifia back on track. I had not slept well the last few days to begin with, not to mention the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed the night before.” He held up a hand. “And before you ask, no I was not still drunk when I reported back to the ship. Maybe a little hung over, but not drunk.” He continued around the table but this time dropped back in the chair across from her. “We’ve been through a lot, we should have just been taken entirely off duty and sent for evaluations instead of being left to our own devices.” He gestured to the door. “The Johnsons should have been here post haste, and this should have already been behind us. Counseling completed.” He slumped some into the chair. “No, I’m not blaming them. Yes, we had shore leave and were waiting. But I don’t think that’s helped. I think the situation with Johnny and Sully just came to a head because of all the stress, and lack of rest.”

He slowly looked up at her. “Though I do not believe I went outside of our orders, I think I should have seen this coming and taken action myself. But I was compromised as well. I think Sully or Johnny tried to point it out while we were down on the surface of Pacifica before the disaster happened. I just didn’t listen.”

“I see. So you feel like you followed protocol?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Your certain?” she asked again looking back down at her pad. “What did you do when you and your crew woke up from your time in stasis?”

“Being disoriented and having had a profound experience and given the nature of things with the USS Paris, I thought it best to report back to Pacifica. So we did, we set a course back straight away. When we realized that the time update information we got back from the nearest subspace relay it prompted a much faster return. We locked down the ship, and made our way back to Pacifica as fast as we could.”

“Do you believe that a Commanding officer that is compromised by sleep, and other concerns should not relieve himself of command?” she asked pointedly.

He opened his mouth to respond. “There is no good answer to your question Commander.” He said. “I believe if a Commanding officer or any officer for that fact believes that they are compromised yes, they should seek out the opinion of their Chief Medical Officer and be relieved temporarily from duty.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighed. “Because I didn’t feel I was compromised, yes I was tired. But we were coming to the end of that mess and it didn’t seem necessary. Sleep was on the horizon. But then Johnny, and the business with Sully happened before I could retire. Against my better judgement I pursued it, not thinking clearly. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but it happened. I’m not a new officer, but I am new to Captaincy, I’m not perfect by any means. I don’t mean that as an excuse but more an acknowledgment that I have thing’s to learn as well. I also need to learn my limitations. I also have every confidence in my crew that if they felt I was a risk they would have gone to the doctor. But then again when would she have had time to see me, she was taking care of all the wounded from Pacifica. Again, it was just a matter of trying to push through, finish the mission and get some rest.”

She nodded, and made some notes. “Thank you Captain, do you have anything you wish to add?”

“My crew’s been through a lot. We’ve lost twenty-five years of our lives and loved ones. Go easy on my crew. If you need someone to blame, I am the Captain, and I do take responsibility for the action and conduct of my crew. I know that given time we can heal our wounds and move on. I think we showed that despite our issues we can carry on and complete our mission. This situation on Pacifica is a good example of what we can accomplish when we put our minds to something. We will learn from our mistakes, but whatever happens I do accept responsibility. We learn and grow. I still have confidence that both Mr. Cleveland, and Derringer will become great assets to Starfleet in time.”

“Thank you Captain, you may return to your quarters. We will be in touch soon!” she said standing.

He nodded and stood, and made his exit. As he was escorted back to his Quarters, his mind was racing. He was worried, anxious, and even scared. He knew that this was not over yet, and that more was to come. But what he wasn’t certain. Did they end up putting themselves in such a position that they were going to lose their ship and commissions because they lost their way. He didn’t want to think that was a possibility. But right now, his mind was going every direction. He didn’t even realize he had made it back to his room and was back on his couch. He couldn’t stop the emotions, the memories, the thoughts that raced in his head.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 07:45:00
Stardate: 73932.57

Oliver settled back on his couch, he had removed his duty vest, to be honest he wasn’t sure why he was wearing his uniform at all. They had after all been relieved of duty. He shrugged away the thought, it didn’t matter what he was wearing honestly. But he had decided that keeping a record of events was still necessary. “Captain’s log, Stardate 73932.57. I had an interview some time ago with Commander N’pral from the Judge Advocate Generals office. They are more than likely going through and interviewing the entire crew. But there is no way to confirm this as they are all confined to quarters.” He gestures with his arms. “Just like me!” he lets out a brief chuckle. “I cannot say that I’m surprised. It took me some time to relax after I got back here, I guess it kind of hit me that things were worse off than they seemed. I screwed up. I can admit that in general. But it hurts none-the-less. What do I do now? Really all I have to do is wait to see if I’m taken off my command, or sent off for further evaluation. Will I end up at a mast because of this?” His tone grew somber.

“I suppose if it was me, I would. It may not be a serious mark on my record but to me it would be no matter. Starfleet must have an inquiry, it’s procedure. Someone was shot who went off the deep end while on duty. I wouldn’t blame anyone for doing so. The presence of the JAG officer’s supports that conclusion. I’m honestly not looking forward to it.”

“If I’m to be honest, I’m more afraid of confronting my crew about this. When all is said, and done, I must stand up in front of them and be a Captain again assuming I’m allowed that privilege to continue as Captain of the Tempest. My grandmother used to tell us kinds all the time that whatever does not kill you makes your stronger. Maybe that will be the case for my crew. I’m not too proud to say I screwed up and ask for forgiveness.”

“I’m genuinely afraid of what will come of Johnny and Sully after the incident on the bridge.” He shifted and stood, pacing. “I don’t want to lose those two. Even with all the trouble and annoyances.” He allowed a chuckle to escape. “Things would honestly be boring without them. I just wish they could get along.” He stopped, he seemed to be staring blankly at the wall. “I cannot get that look out of my mind.”

“Elianna.” He said quietly. “I must be such the disappointment after walking away from the bridge after Johnny was shot.” He shook his head and looked down at the ground. “The one person I trust without question and I walked away. We’ve been through a lot together. I feel like I’ve let her down most of all. I’m not sure even if she forgave me, if I can forgive myself for doing that.” He turned to look back out the windows, he went quiet for a long moment.

“As much as I know that were not through this, I am hoping it comes and we can move past this. Work on repairing relationships, and get to work. End Log!”

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Stardate: 73932.43

Her fingers tapped idly on the desktop as she skimmed through the various logs from posted after they awoke from their time lapse. "This isn't what I want," she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear in frustration, "Computer display all logs by Commander Derringer beginning after the mission to the Paris." The computer gave an obliging chirp and a list of logs scrolled onto her screen. "Stop! Play first entry."

The screen came to life and she listened to Sully describe the mission on which they discovered the Paris. A small cringe passed over her as she listened to him describe her own actions on that mission. She had no idea how deeply her following Johnny into the Paris against his orders had affected him. With a sigh, she ran her hand over her eyes. She could recall the mission so clearly. That moment she was faced with Johnny rushing headlong into danger yet again, and Sully retreating to come at the problem more strategically. She had a split second to decide, and her instinct led her to follow Johnny. She was afraid of what predicament he might find himself in next if left alone. If only she could do that moment over again, but would she do it differently? She couldn't say.

The log was clearly edited. Elianna wondered what he had taken out. What did Sully decide he had better not say? She turned off the computer and leaned back in her chair, as she thought over everything. Her gaze swept over her now barren room, searching for the photo of Ezron until she recalled what she had done earlier. She longed see his face again; speak to him again. But that could never be.

Her bare feet padded silently across the floor as she went to the replicator, "Computer, iced tea with mint please." The glass materialized and she picked it up and took a long drink. Walking over to the view port, she looked out longingly at the stars. They hung still in space. How she wished they would be past all this. That they could be allowed back to active duty, out there among the stars instead of held captive here.

She settled back in at her desk and began pulling up information on the advancements in her field. If she was going to have to wait around here she would at least make herself productive. The ony way to keep sane right now would be to stay positive and immerse herself in her work. Since she wasn't allowed in sickbay, she would busy herself in learning what she had missed.

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Stardate: 73932.43

Personal Log, Sullivan Derringer. I'm...confused. I've done, just by myself, three hundred plus years of time traveling recently. I've dealt with earthquakes, translated an entirely new language, brokered peace between the peoples of Pacifica. So much has happened, and I'm still... drifting.

I'll try to keep this log short, since I'm running on fumes at this point. Johnny's finally pushed the one button I couldn't ignore. I don't even remember drawing my phaser. I don't think I would have used it, it just felt nice having in in my hand. I felt for a moment in control. Then of course I was shot.

There can be no doubt now that some lines have been drawn. The Captain and Johnny are hellbent it seems on accusing or embarrassing me until I crack under the pressure. At least I have the ladies in my corner. Tough to say where exactly Corky lands on all this.

I don't know what I will do now. But I'm sure whatever it is, I won't be resting easy any time soon. End Log.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Wed Apr 12, 2017 9:48 am

Mission 33 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 4
Sim Date: March 18, 2017
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 0800
Stardate: 73932.60 ST:AB Stardate: 11703.18
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Cadet Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:
Commander Traeg – Starfleet JAG
Commander N’pral – Starfleet JAG

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Due to extenuating circumstances, no Sim was Held On March 11, 2017.

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Mission Briefing:
The JAG detatchment has completed its investigation into the incident on the bridge, and are ready to inform Captain Savage of their findings and recommendations. Captain Savage and Doctor Kestran have been summoned to the bridge.

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As there was no time shift, which allots for a Captain’s log or in character banter I am providing a brief update on the events that have taken place in our last sim. Once time permits to do a log In Character, one will be forthcoming.

Elianna & Oliver were called to the bridge by the JAG officers to discuss the findings of their investigation. They have determined that both Johnny and Sully need additional counseling and until they are sorted out, they are temporarily relieved of duty.

They have also determined that the entire crew of the Tempest is to report to Starbase 313 to undergo Psychiatric evaluation prior to be releasing to duty.

The majority of the crew has been released to light duty in the meantime.

Starfleet was in full agreement with the JAG officers and have so ordered the crew based on their suggestions.

In light of this, they tasked the two Jag officers with breaking the news of the current State of the Federation to Oliver and in turn, he has called a Staff meeting with his senior officers to discuss this information.

This is where we are intending on picking up at the beginning of the next Sim.
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Mission 34 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 5
Sim Date: March 25, 2017
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 1000
Stardate: 73932.83 ST:E Stardate: 11703.25

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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
CJ was unable to attend this week; he did reach out and let us know. (Thank you)
Eldridia was unable to attend. There may be a scheduling conflict were waiting to see what comes of this.
2 Weeks will be passing between our last sim and our next. That’s a lot of time so I encourage you to log and possibly consider doing some joint postings together. So many logs, so little time!

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Mission Briefing:
We are picking up where we left off, everyone is reporting for a briefing called in our previous sim by Captain Savage. You’re picking up where you left off, no time lapse.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room.
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 1000
Stardate: 73932.83 ST:E Stardate: 11703.25

Oliver lay back on the couch in his ready room, it was not the most comfortable thing but it did the trick in a pinch. While they had been returned to light duty he had been cooped up in his quarters for too long so going, back there felt somewhat claustrophobic in a way to him. The idea of being shut up in his quarters for an extended period right now did not sit well with him. He laid there staring up at the ceiling for a time his mind racing trying to find a solution to a problem that had no easy solution. As much as he wanted to will things to just get better it would only come in time. “Computer, begin log recording, set Security Access to Level 8 and above and require command code access level only!” he said.

The computer gave its usual beep of acknowledgement. He waited for the second beep signaling the recording has begun. “Captains Log, Stardate 73932.83.” he stopped a moment collecting his thoughts. “Starfleet has made their decision based on the Recommendation of the JAG investigation following the altercation that took place on the bridge involving Commander Derringer, and Lieutenant J.G. Sullivan. I cannot say that I am not surprised by their orders based on events and having the opportunity to look on those moments with a clear head. My crew has been released to light duty and further evaluations at Starbase 313. Both Sully and Johnny have had their temporary relief from duty extended and are on orders to avoid one another pending further evaluation.” He paused a moment to shift his position, he slowly sat upright leaning back into the cushions.

“Were already in route to Starbase 313, at Warp Seven. When the JAG officers broke the news about our orders from Starfleet they also took the moment to inform me of the current state of the Federation. Which until just a few hours ago we were under a communications blackout preventing us from accessing information pertaining to this. Apparently, we have been dropped into the middle of a Civil War. On top of all the other thing that have been happening, were facing a civil war.”

“I cannot blame Starfleet for treating us the way they have given all that’s happened. We returned at a time when suspicions must be very high and to have us just reappear out of nowhere does not help. If the tables were turned, I would be holding us at arm’s length as well.” He slowly stands stretching his legs his body ached. Perhaps a sign it was time for him to get back into the gym again.

“Sully has gotten it into his head that it would be a good idea to propose to Starfleet that we go under cover on their behalf. Infiltrate the ‘True Federation’. He seems to feel that this is an opportunity considering our situation. While I agree with him that it is most certainly an opportunity, this crew is not ready to take on a mission of that caliber. We completely lack cohesion and Starfleet Clearly sees that. Not to mention the emotional stability to handle such a high stress situation for an extended period of time. I think given time to stabilize across the board then this would not be a problem. I cannot fully support his recommendation unfortunately as much as it pains me to say it. I really want to be able to support Sully in his idea but it is just not the right time. I am also left stuck between a rock and a hard place because when I don’t show full support Sully will likely feel like I’m sabotaging him. However, at the same time, he is making a decision to push forward with the idea with or without my approval, it would seem.” Oliver slowly walks back towards his desk coming to stand beside it. Leaning forward on the desk.

“My crew is likely going to be looking to the two of us over the next few days to set the pace, and with us not being an entirely cohesive unit it may result in a divide in the crew. Though I don’t envy them the decision they have set in front of them as it is. Do they stay with the ship and the Federation were supposed to be loyal to or do they go off to join the supposed True Federation.”

Moving around his desk, he drops into his chair and leans back folding his hands across his lap. “Section 31 has been a thorn in the galaxy. Always rearing its ugly head at the worst possible times. I have never had the pleasure of actually having to deal with them directly that I am aware of. Captain Phillips had dealings with them twice that he recalled in a conversation with me. Neither situation turned out well. He always said that if I ran into them in my career to avoid them as best as possible. Unfortunately, it’s not always that easy. Captain Phillps told me sometime after it happened when he was recounting one of the tales in which he had dealings with 31 about an incident. The Tempest was sent to the Federation board near the Tzenkethi space.

He paused a moment closing his eyes as he remembered that day vividly all the sudden. “I had not even been on the job for a month yet. It was practically my first missions as Executive officer on board. I still have nightmares from that incident. Needless to say we were asked to take a scientific delegation to rendezvous with a Tzenkethi vessel, we were trying another olive branch to try and improve relations with the Tzenkethi, and this guy. Maximillian Toperov. He rubbed everyone wrong from the day they set foot aboard the Tempest. I think by the time we got to the Tzenkethi neutral zone we were about ready to space that hack.” A grin began to spread across lips. “The Captain nearly did when things went sideways. I thought for certain I was about to see my Captain take a life he was so angry. I rightly cannot remember a time when I saw him that angry again after that incident. I can’t blame him.” He lets out a sigh. “That man got people killed on what should have just simply been a simple knowledge exchange on a scientific level. Caused so much pain, and that was just the tip of the iceberg, that attack set back relations with the Tzenkethi for decades.” He shakes his head and turns to start pacing the length of his office.

Stopping briefly at the replicator. “Computer, glass of water.” He said and watched as the glass shimmered into being. He took a drink.

“It concerns me that this group has been let run wild amongst the ranks of Starfleet. Maybe we deserve what is happening. It has been said that great civilizations usually only last a hundred years before they start to fall apart. The Federation may have broken that by a large number, but is this the end? Will history remember the Federation as a weak footnote?” he starts pacing again. “The True Federation is not the Federation, which is for certain.”

“I have a feeling though we will recover and get through our counseling at Starbase 313, were far from earning trust. This is not going to be easy and it will be uphill all the way. However, the only way to make this transition is to bring my crew together. End log!”

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 7, 2396 Time: 18:31:19
Stardate: 73933.80

Oliver stood in front of his Replicator scrolling through the menu, his stomach ached and he knew he need to eat but nothing was striking his fancy as he moved through the list. “What to eat…” he murmured as he scrolled through the menu. “Computer, Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Vegetable Melody.” He said just resorting to an old standby. He waited and heard the Replicator make several beeps as if processing, which was odd. He blinked and took a step back. “You’re not going to explode are you?”

A moment later, grilled chicken, a Vegetable melody, and something that Oliver didn’t remotely recognize. “What in the…” he picked up the plate and took a very scientific approach and brought the plate to eye level, then poked at the odd-looking substance. “Computer this is not what I ordered…”

“Affirmative, your order has been has been modified in accordance with requested medical standards.” The computers voice trilled.

“What? What medical standards?” he said staring at the replicator in disbelief.
A video feed suddenly began to play on the screen, Elianna’s face moving into view of the Camera. “Since you’ve been somewhat busy and reluctant to come to sickbay for your physical of late, and your last fitness review showed elevated levels of Cholestrol in your system I’ve curbed your diet a bit. So, Sorry…Come and see me sometime in sickbay for a physical…” she waved smiling broadly as the screen went dark.

He stood there staring at the replicator. “Wh…” his mouth hung open for a moment, then he laughed. It was one of those good hearty chuckles, he shook his head and settled back down at his table. “Okay, I guess that’s my notice that Physicals are right around the corner.” He said poking at the white stuff. Finally, he decided to throw caution to the wind and took a forkful and began to chew the stuff. It wasn’t bad, bit of a nutty flavor to it. Wasn’t horrible.

“Computer begin personal log recording.” He said and then waited for the beeps to indicate that the recording had begun. “Personal log. Today was productive. Maybe no exactly the way I had hoped but we managed. I got through the staff briefing and no one got shot or maimed so that was good. Sully was his usual pain in the ass self but I kind of deserve it to a degree. I had a brunch thing with Elianna which was good. After the meeting, we had it was nice just to talk and have a laugh.” He began cutting at a piece of grilled chicken admiring it before putting it down the hatch. “It’s going to be two weeks nearly to transit from Pacifica to Starbase 313. It’s either going to be a long couple of weeks or hopefully productive. Maybe we can mend some fences.”

He sat back in his chair taking a drink of water. “I’m going to try and reach out to Sully soon. I’m just looking for the right time. After today it’s probably more important to do it than ever. End Log”

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room
IC Date: December 9, 2396 Time: 10:42:27
Stardate: 73938.37

Oliver walked the short distance across his room having just re-entered his ready room from the bridge. He had taken a moment to check in with the current duty officer just to make sure everything was going well. He did not expect to find anything wrong, but he wanted to ensure that his crew did not think he was just keeping himself cooped up still. Technically, he was on duty but this was a good time to give some of the junior officer’s time in the big chair. “Computer begin Personnel Log!”

He waited and listened for the customary beeps indicating the system was recording yet again. “Personal Log,” he slowly settled in behind his desk in his chair leaning back. He wanted to say so much right now but part of him felt reserved as if he knew Starfleet was likely to be listening in and watching. Waiting to see some kind of signs that they were not who they appeared to be. “Civil War…” he said under his breath. “Never thought I would see the day that the Federation, that Starfleet would descend into such a state.” He glanced at the blank screen sitting in front of him wondering if it was just recording his log or if someone was watching. Honestly part of him wanted to pull a few of the senior staff in and really screw with whomever might be watching, but that was not what they needed right now. Though a laugh could be worth it. “My father is probably turning over in his grave right now.” He said.

“Maybe we were sent back to this point in time for a reason. Perhaps it’s not a coincidence that we ended up here at this moment in time. Be nice if they left us with an instructions manual on how to screw with time. Part of me wants to blame ‘Q’ for this but he’d be gloating about it right now, or meddling in some way. Since we’ve seen hide nor hair of him this is something else entirely.” He sits forward, leaning on his desk with his elbows now.

“It’s not all bad I suppose. We have a real chance to make a difference here given the state of things. Part of me is excited about that.” He shifted to lean back again. He felt anise, as if he was expecting things to start blowing up any moment. Perhaps it was just that feeling of still being essentially locked up. Nothing pressing to work on. Just a gentle cruise to shrink central at Starbase 313.”

He reached over and hit the button on his desktop terminal and plugged in his access code bringing it online. His fingers danced over the keys as he accessed the subspace network and pulled up information about Earth, real estate listings, he typed in his old home address on the screen and his eyebrow immediately shot up. “All be…” he said. “Maybe things are not that bad after all!” he hit a couple of keys and pulled up another window and glanced over his accounts and noted that his credit count was much higher than hit had been previous. He flipped back over to the other screen and sat back in his chair staring at it for a long moment. “They put it on the market but it never sold.” He nodded and reach forward and hit the button and began entering some information, then sat back. “Not for long!” he said.

“My families home in Grant’s pass was still on the market. I may not go back home for a long time but my back pay should cover it. Money will likely go to one of my sisters or into an account for family care at the assisted living facility but it’s still something I can contribute.” He nodded to himself. “I miss that house. Maybe I’ll take some time off and go back and fix it up, furnish it. Spend some time fishing.” He spun his chair to face the window looking out into space.

“I cannot say that I wasn’t upset finding out that my sister sold it after my mother went into care. But I also cannot blame her for doing it. I guess it was just one more insult to injury for me. It will probably be a while before I get back to Earth honestly but it wou…”

“Incoming Transmission!” the console suddenly began beeping and repeating itself. Oliver stared at it for a long moment, finally reaching out to hit the key to accept.

The logo for the Luna Medical College appeared briefly on the screen then a familiar face, aged more than he could remember but he was certain he recognized her. “Hello Oliver!” the voice was ever so slightly different, but the not so much so that Oliver did not recognize it.

“Lori?” he asked, a bit of surprise slipping into his voice.

She offered a warm smile, “I was wondering if you had forgotten! My goodness you’ve not aged a day!” she said leaning back in her chair.

He felt his heart drop, the sudden realization he should have looked her up when he had the chance and he had completely forgotten. Part of him just assumed that she had passed away like he felt had happened with everyone else. His face betrayed his sudden shift in emotions. “Lori I’m…I’m sorry!” he started to say but stopped when she held up a hand.

“It’s okay Oliver.” She said. “I’m certain you’ve been busy, I just found out last night that the Tempest showed back up. I cannot tell you how happy I was to hear that.” She said. “I’m certain it’s not been easy for you, but it’s so good to know that you survived somehow.”

He shook his head. “It’s been…” he searched for the right words. “Challenging to say the least.”

“Oh I’ve no doubt. So much time has passed, where did you all go?”

“I don’t rightly know. I am not sure how much I can say to be honest.” He shifted uneasy in his chair. “Luna Medical College?” he asked trying to change the subject away from their current predicament on the ship.

She smiled again. “Yeah, I decided to leave Starfleet a few months after the Tempest disappeared. I tried to continue even after Lyshan III but it was too much loss for me. I am truthfully glad I did with the War having come on not long after. It was a better environment for Gabby.” She looked off screen for a moment as a voice called her attention away.

“How is Gabby?” he asked as her attention came back to the screen.

“She’s done well, growing up faster than I would like. She joined Starfleet once she came of age, followed in her old mom’s footsteps and then some. She graduated from the Academy eight years ago with her doctorate. Therefore, I supposed she one-upped her mom but I’m a proud mother none the less. She is stationed aboard one of those Hospital ships, the USS Jenner.”

“You must be very proud.” He said.

She nodded. “Can’t help but be.” It was then when she picked up a Padd off her desk that he noted a ring on her finger. He felt his stomach knot for a moment, but then he smiled.

“You got married?”

She seemed to recoil and hid her hand but then relaxed with a sigh. “Yes. I met a botanist shortly after I retired from the fleet. Jeff’s a great guy, he was there for me as a friend for a long time while I was going through some tough times dealing with Lyshan and then when you all disappeared. You know they searched for you and your ship for a year after you went missing. They found what they were sure was your last known position, but could not find debris. No clues as to what happened to your ship. There was planetary debris, but no ship debris could be found. They sent science vessels, searched the general area for a long time before they finally called off the search.” She seemed a little on the defensive, and maybe a little panicked as her words came quickly. “I waited…”

“I’m happy for you. I would not have wanted you to wait. It would not have been fair to you, but I do appreciate it all the same!” he said somberly. “Gabby needed stability, I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

“No it wasn’t.” she said.

He let out a long sigh. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am.”

“It comes with the job Ollie. I knew that when we met, I knew that when I joined.” She seemed to grow more distant suddenly. “We got used to losing people, there are not many left from our graduating class.”

He nodded. “I know.”

She looked off screen as a bell began to ring. “I have to go, but I’m glad you came back Ollie. Please stay in touch. We were always great friends and I hope that we can continue that. I am not as adventurous as I used to be seeing as I am a few years older but I am here if you ever need someone. You should reach out to Gabby when you have time. She knows you have turned back up. She’s just afraid to call.”

He nodded. “If you think that’s a good idea?”

“It is!” she said.

He nodded again. “Thank you for reaching out Lori, it was great to see you again.”

“And you Ollie, next time you’re around Earth stop in for a visit!”

“I will.” He said somberly.

“Bye Ollie!” she said offering a smile. He could see she was on the edge of tears; the corners of her eyes were tightening.

He too had to fight the urge to let go with the waterworks too, “Goodbye.” He said and hastily hit the button on the desktop console. He took in a deep breath and slumped over in his chair. The two of them had known each other since their sophomore year at the Academy. They had been friends for a long time until they were brought back together aboard the Tempest and things went a different direction.

He sat there at his desk for a long while, trying to collect his thoughts. So many emotions. So many things to deal with. He could feel his resolve slowly slipping away. He wanted to overturn the table, ravage his ready room and let his anger spill forth. It was so hard not to. He felt his hands clenching hard into fists, he stared at them willing them to stop. Slowly they relaxed. “Rock!” he muttered.

Taking in a deep shuddering breath, and letting it out. “Crap! End personal log!” he blurted out.


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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room
IC Date: December 10, 2396 Time: 13:45:11
Stardate: 73941.45
A joint post by Sully & Oliver.

Oliver sat back in his chair in his ready room staring at the desktop terminal’s black screen. He had been sitting here a while trying to decide how to approach a problem, that being the situation building between him and Sully. He sighed, he knew he had made a mistake trying to confront him so directly. Not to mention in front of another junior officer. He had to find a way to start the ball rolling in the right direction. The separation between them couldn’t continue. A command team that was not cohesive could be disastrous for the rest of the crew. He knew he had to do something, send an oliver branch.

He reached up and hit his communicator. “Oliver to Commander Derringer, if you have a moment could you please come to my ready room.”

Sully was hunched over his notes, scanning every line with a frustrate glare on his face when his communicator hummed to life and the voice of his Captain shook him from his most recent stupor. Somewhat begrudgingly, he patted his communicator and let out a sigh in the affirmative.

To himself, he simply shook his head and muttered, “It’s not going to work. Not yet anyway.” before slapping his journal shut and stepping out of his quarters. The crew he passed seemed to give him a mix of looks between cautious amicability and even more cautious trepidation. A fair deal of the most recent events had revolved around him, so Sully wasn’t exactly surprised to see such a response.

He managed to take the stares and whispers in stride all the way to the door into Oliver’s ready room before he had to stop himself. Sully cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and strode inside.

Oliver waited for the communications channel to close and took another deep breath. It was dawning on him that he was both very nervous about this and anxious. Oliver knew he shouldn’t be. But he also knew that there was a lot riding on trying to get the two of them back on the same page and working together. He waited for the door and Sully to appear.
He looked over from his darkened desktop console and smiled. “Thank you for coming Sully. Have a seat.” he gestured to the chair across from him. “You want something to drink?” he asked pointing to the replicator.

Sully raised a hand, and shook his head. “No thank you Captain, I’ve already eaten. And I don’t feel like sitting down.”

Sullivan Derringer was, as most could attest, fairly perceptive when he wanted to be. But it took no great amount of deduction to see what this meeting would be about.

“Captain, before you say anything let me just get this out of the way. My proposal on how to deal with Section 31 and the True Federation was premature. I think it would be an effective strategy, but to subject the crew to yet another drastic change so soon would be irresponsible. I don’t want to do such a thing if I don’t have the full support I think an action like that would require.”

Sully paused, a short pause just polite enough to allow Oliver to get a word in edgewise without giving the momentum of the conversation away.

Oliver’s mouth opened as if he was about to say something, he stopped for a moment contemplating Sully’s words. “Okay.” he said and let him continue.

“And as for this thing with Johnny,” he began anew “I’m done trying to mitigate that disaster. I’ve said my piece several times. Neither you nor he seem interested in hearing me out, so I’m deferring to you in this matter. When, as I’ve warned you in the past, his antics get one of us killed, I will be more than happy to revisit the topic. Until then I think it best we press on.”

Oliver nodded, staying silent for a moment longer considering his words. “I appreciate that you came to that decision on your own. That was well thought out and in the best interest of the crew. I completely agree with your assessment. While I would love the opportunity to be that kind of help to Starfleet it’s just not the right time. How about instead of dismissing it we shelve the idea and revisit it together after this stuff with Starfleet is behind us and were back on active duty fully. The worse that happens is Starfleet says no. But if you and I approach this from a unified front I think it would go over much better. I’m not entirely against the idea, just as you came to the conclusion I feel it's just a bit too soon.”

He paused a moment and relaxed, settling back in his chair. “For what it’s worth Sully I’m sorry about what happened. I was not thinking straight and confronting you like I did was wrong. I realize that now of course. Just an apology won’t do, and I realize that. I hope that you’ll give me the chance to make it up to you. I want this to work between us. I was in a way trying to help, I just went about it in the wrong way. I know you’ve said that nothing happened as far as you can remember. But I hope that if you do happen to remember something you will at some point feel free to come talk to me about it. That’s the last I will bring up that subject.” he paused a moment and picked up the glass of water on his table. “It’s a sore subject for all of us.”

“As far as the thing with Johnny are concerned, it’s not something that either of us can just let go of. My hope was that you would find a way to resolve the issue on your own. I should have seen that it was too much for just one person really to handle. My predecessor taught me to do things a certain way, and it was just second nature to do the same with you. I need to learn to be my own Captain and not be my old Captain if that makes sense. I’m growing in this position too, and you shouldn’t have to bear that responsibility alone. So I’m open to suggestions on how you feel we should approach this situation with Johnny. I know he seems rough around the edges but I think he could be a valuable asset once he get’s past whatever his issues. Though I believe he will still be a bit of a wild card I think we can get him back to where he should be to best work with all of us. Disciplinary action aside, do you have any suggestions?” he took a drink from the water and let things hang there for the moment.

Sully nodded, tensing his fist behind his back as he recalled the events surrounding their time jump. It took a measure of restraint to allow Oliver his time to speak, but of late Sully had become too tired to fight much.

“You’re right captain,” he responded at last, “An apology won’t be enough. It might have been had you just left me high and dry as fast as Johnny was concerned, but you took that a step further when you sided with him and turned this into a witch hunt against me. If you can’t respect my word, and yet accuse me of having anything to do with what brought us here, I don’t see how I could ever forgive that.”

Sure, Sully hadn’t been fully honest with regards to what happened that day, but his omissions were to protect the crew, not to harm it as Johnny had convinced the Captain. Many times, he’d come close to telling at least Oliver the whole truth. But now, after all that had happened, Sully knew that he could never trust Oliver with such information. It was far better to keep those burdens on himself.

Sully felt his frustrations bubble up as Oliver began to talk about Johnny, and he couldn’t help but blurt out “Frankly, Captain, I don’t care what your reasons were. I don’t care about your apologies. I warned you Johnny would be a problem. I did try to fix it on my own, but he would not listen to or respect me, so when I came to you it wasn’t because I wanted you to pat him on the back and join in on the conspiracy. I’ll serve on this ship for as long as I can, which may not be very long if these delays and examinations keep piling up, but as far as you and I are concerned?”

Sully took a deep breath, readying himself to say what he’d been waiting to ever since that phaser hit him in the chest.

“As far as we’re concerned, I’m done. I told you I’d remember what you did and didn’t do on that bridge and I meant it. I told you, I won’t be standing in Johnny’s way any more. I’ll let him do what he wants, and when that blows up in your face instead of mine maybe you’ll finally get the picture.”

Oliver nodded. “I understand.” he paused for a moment. “Just so we're clear on something, I didn’t say you had brought us here or had something to do with it specifically. I just think that you know more about what brought us here than you're willing to tell, for whatever the reason... In the moment I was agitated and trying to force the information out of you. I wasn’t trying to bring a witch hunt it was just the three of us in that moment. I’m sure it felt that way and I get it. Yes, I temporarily relieved you, but just so we could make sure that you were okay. But I do have an obligation to the crew which includes you, just as much as you do in trying to piece things together. You’ve been acting...so strangely since the incident on the planet. What was I to think? You witnessed something significant either down on the planet that’s got you twisted up or it was something to do with what happened to all of us or both. I was concerned and part of me still is truth be told. If I didn’t respect your word as you say I would be pressing the issue further. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’m not going to ask you about it again as I’m certain that is your wish. Which is what I should have done in the first place. As long as your can tell me with all certainty that it has no bearing on the safety of our ship and mission. I will let it go. That’s all I have, I just wanted to talk to try and start working things out. Thank you for coming up, I do appreciate it. Was there anything you’d like to discuss?”

Sully, rubbing the side of his face with his index finger, looked as if he was about to say something further, but instead decided to simply turn on his heels and quietly leave the ready room.

Oliver watched as Sully departed, and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes shaking his head, this had gone about how he expected it might, it was only his hope that he could have made some kind of progress but talking was something.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 11, Holodeck 2
IC Date: December 10, 2396 Time: 19:22:57
Stardate: 73942.09

Oliver ducked under a branch as he continued jogging down a path in the woods. To his right a river raged. He knew that the thing was holographic but it sure did give a certain impression. Its angry waters rolled through the landscape, its cresting rapid willing you to challenge their resolve. The smell that the conifer trees gave off never failed to remind him of home. He had jogged the actual trails all through his youth, and every chance he had when he got back to Oregon. The river took a sharp turn and dropped up ahead and he began a winding chase down a path that took him down a good distance and deposited him into a familiar clearing. He came to a stop jogging in place for a moment, then bent over catching his breath.

Pulling a canteen of water from a pouch off his back he slowly walked over and reached for another item, this one a sandwich. He settled down onto a log watching the water gently roll by. This was a favored spot for him, a place he had enjoyed coming for privacy, brought a few dates. It was a memorable place. It had essentially a pool, and a waterfall though one had to be very careful where they swam or waded into lest the current pull them down river. Not many would survive such a trip. He made that mistake one, and only once.

Oliver pulled the wrapping off the sandwich and leaned against a tree. “What a mess.” He said to himself. “I’ve always known that doing things when you’re tired or angry can get you into trouble. But this one is…” he leaned forward and took a bite from the sandwich which left a smear of peanut butter on his cheek. He spotted movement which pulled his eyes to some birds flying past just through the trees above. “Why can’t thing’s just be that simple.”

His eyes lowered from the sky above to the water. “My father always told me that it takes a man to admit he’s wrong and learn from his mistakes. But you must show that you’ve learned, you cannot just say it. I’ve seen that time and time again reflected in life before me and it never resounded so loudly than it does today. Odd, isn’t it?” he said looking around as if expecting someone to answer. He was alone, and he knew that but it didn’t matter he just needed to talk.

“I’ve a long road ahead of me, but I can’t even see the road. How do you find your way without a road to follow? Might as well be blazing a new trail, but when someone dumps a load of rocks in your path, then trees how do you find your way when obstacles continue to pop up.”

He shook his head. “I was…” he stopped and stared intently at the sandwich in his hand. “I hurt someone and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if it can be fixed. But not just for me, this crew needs us and if were divided they will be too. Our ship will never reach its potential. No ship with its command staff divided ever does.” He frowned and tossed the sandwich aside. He began pulling off his shirt. “But what do I do?” he said starting to peel off his sweatpants. Taking a moment to adjust his swim suit and ensure it was tied securely he slipped off his shoes and started walking towards the water. “Then there is my problem child. Johnny. What do I do with that which drives a rift into anything it can get into?” He said as he slowly sunk into the water wading in up to his chest before having to begin treading water. It was cold, but relaxing to him.

Oliver continued to slowly move his way out towards where he knew were some rocks near the waterfall. The thunderous sound of the water crashing down made it hard to hear himself but he was just thinking out loud really. “He said at some point that he was forced into this. That his family made him join. Why the hell is he still here then if that’s all that’s keeping him. That cannot be all that’s keeping him. Maybe he’s just lost and because that’s the way it has always been for him, the path of the rebel he’s just continuing. But how do you help someone see that there is more, or to decide what they want to do with the rest of their days?” Oliver slowly pulled himself up onto one of the rocks, it was more like an underwater chair than a rock. The water from the fall above just barely reaching him, slapping into his back. It was like getting a massage from mother nature. It was one of the things he enjoyed the most about this place.

He let out a sigh which was not audible over the falling water. “Strange new world…” he said to himself. He sat there in quiet contemplation for a long time, his eyes closed his brain chewing on the events of the last few days. Contemplating his conversation with Sully earlier that day. It did not go well he felt, but it is about what he had expected. There was no easy way through this, Oliver knew he would just have to give him some space and try and bring some normalcy to the crew and their routine. They needed to move on. “Rock…” he muttered.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 14, 2396 Time: 15:01:37
Stardate: 73952.53

Oliver strolled through his quarters pulling a long sleeve light gray shirt over his scared back. It contrasted well with his black sweat pants and bare feet. His hair was still wet from having just finish a longer than usual stint in the sonic shower. “Computer begin Personal Log recording!” he said as he dropped down onto his couch. He still felt the ache of his muscles. He had spent a few hours in the gym; he had taken up going back with some of his free time. Might as well work on his physical fitness while they were on light duty he figured.

The computer let out its customary beeps. “Personal log, it’s funny how a few days can make the difference in your stress level? Not to mention some good hard workouts.” He said flexing his arms. “Were still several days from Starbase 313 and our appointment with a battalion of Starfleet head shrinks but I cannot help but see that some of the crew is starting to look much better. Everyone seems less somber to a degree. It is a long road, but were on it. That is the important thing.” Slowly he leaned back into the cushions of his couch. “I did get some good news this morning, the offer on my old family home and property was accepted. Oddly enough, I am a homeowner. It is weird saying that honestly. I did not think that would be in my wheelhouse until I was about ready to retire from Starfleet. But circumstances change and so do attitudes.”

“I’m honestly enjoying being on light duty. Yet again, another thing I did not think I would find myself saying. Having time to think, and reach out to some old friends and colleagues has been nice. I am glad that it is not as bad as it seemed at first; though many of my classmates have passed away during the war, I still have a bunch out there in the world. However, it is hard to talk to some since they went over to the other side. I actually found myself thinking about this in depth, what that is going to be like sitting across the battlefield from friends and old colleagues. I think I’m going to have a hard time with that.” He said somberly.
“I can’t imagine what it was like going through the wars we missed and having to deal with the loss of people you cared about but to now have to be the one taking the lives. It’s like a large scale Marquis scenario, half of the fleet defecting to the greener side of the lawn, or so they are lead to believe.” He shook his head.

“Few more days at Warp and we can get this over with and get back to hopefully doing our jobs. For now its light duty continued and rest and relaxation. End personal log!”

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 19:22:57
Stardate: 73974.88

Oliver sat in the chair behind his desk in his ready room, he was lost in thought as he seemed to be a lot these last few days trying very hard not to think about the things that were coming. Counseling sessions were never meant to be fun, this he was sure of. However, he knew that it was a segue into getting back to work. Which was something that he felt his crew needed. But there was certainly a part of him that knew that depending upon the outcome this may not be the end of evaluations and potentially even extended time off. He had noticed that the crew had started to seem far less lethargic, and in some cases, even happy. A lot of them had connected with old family and friends by now which no doubt had a therapeutic effect all on its own.

“Computer begin Captain’s log recording!’ he said.

The computer went through its customary signals that it had begun recording. “Captain’s Log Stardate: 73974.88. The Tempest is closing on Starbase 313 and should arrive by morning. Part of me is ecstatic about our pending arrival as it’s one last step towards getting back to work. I know.” He said holding up a hand. “I keep saying that. But it’s true. I know for certain there are many in the Tempest Crew who are looking forward to getting back to work. Though I cannot say that it was a surprise when I started to receive requests for transfer’s and early retirement from some of the crew. Twenty-nine.” He said.

Leaning back in his chair. “Twenty-nine officers asking to be released at Starbase 313. It’s not a large number honestly when you consider how many are on board but it kind of feels like a sign. I knew it was coming. Many cited that things just went a direction they did not sign up for. Some are just flat out done. A few want off the ship and were none too kind about their reasoning.” He said as a frown spread across his lips. “I’m hoping that this is all that we lose. My only hope is that we don’t see them on the other side of the fence playing for the True Federation. But that is a risk we all take in this world we are now a part of. A reality. We should be putting in sometime mid-morning, it will be interesting to see what they have in store for us. End log!”

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Post by SokothQultuq » Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:20 am

Mission 35 – “Temporal Headache” – Part 6
Sim Date: April 1, 2017
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 21:50:01
Stardate: 73975.16 ST:E Stardate: 11704.01

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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director – Unable to establish a connection to any chat system. We tried.

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
A lot going on this last week – Great logs everyone. Great working with some of you on Joint Post/logs. Lots of good material.
We are working on getting together to discuss working out Character progression stuff, we had talked about doing it Wednesday but I had some personal issues come up and Annie ended up out of town as well. We will try to meet up prior to the sim Saturday to discuss things.

With Bea moving further away her arrival time back at home is not conducive to being able to make the Sim on time, which is something were all aware of by now I think. Annie and I have been brainstorming ideas to at least keep her involved so that when she can be reintegrated back into the sim if that becomes a possibility. She is going to open up a topic on our forum called something like “Councilors office” or something to that nature. She is going to do some writing, and joint posts with us. Therefore, if you have some ideas and want to work with her on that she would likely be very interested. I encourage you folks to get creative and try to integrate her as best as you can.

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Mission Briefing:
This was an Off-Duty Sim – No Specific Mission, just crew interaction.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808

‘The texturing on the ceiling in here is really subpar.’ Oliver thought to himself as he stared up at the ceiling of his dimly light quarters. A sheet laying across his body. He had one leg hanging out and over the side of the bed; everyone knew that this was for temperature regulation. His quarters felt hot. He had checked the ambient temperature a few times before finally realizing he had consumed just enough booze before retiring to his quarters for the evening. Not enough to be stumbling, and bumbling drunk but just enough. He smiled at the thought of drinking some more but he would have to report for duty in the morning so it was not a wise choice.

“Computer…..” he sad and stopped a moment pondering what the next day would be like. The pause was a lot longer than he intended. He was dreading meeting with someone other than Eldridia. She had not been on the ship for long but he had already grown fond of talking to her despite the few times they had a chance to talk.

“Please restate request!” the computers voice called back at him.

He chuckled. “Begin personal log recording!” he said and waited for the customary beeps signaling it had begun. “Another day behind me, and maybe another sleepless night ahead?” he paused shifting in the bed throwing the sheet off. “The closer we’ve gotten the more anxiety I seem to feel. I know we need to push past recent events so we can get back to work but I am not sure how I feel about having to spill my guts to a Starfleet shrink. Might do some good and relieve stress and anxiety. Who knows what else is lurking in there but it could also go a complete wrong direction. I am not ready to leave the fleet, and I certainly do not want any more shore leave.”

“I had a…” he stops as he could feel the yawn coming. “Good conversation with Johnny Cleveland. On the other hand, so I think it was. It was more serious that I had intended but we were able to move past it in the end and have a few drinks. I reached out to him and let him know that with the direction things are going it may not go well for his continued career. He seems to want to stay with the fleet despite everything, but he still feels stuck and bound by his family pressures. I honestly cannot imagine what that is like but he has to be given the chance to be his own man and realize he can do his own thing rather than live in the shadow of family. It is not fair to him. I did leave a door open for him to think about. I’m willing to help however I can but he has to tell me what it is I can do to help him if he even wants it.”

“One thing I so know for certain is that nature will take its course one way or another. He feels like I’m being Idealistic in my ways that I think in a Simplistic nature. That nothing is ever that easy. It never does seem that easy until you see it yourself. All it takes is making a choice and seeing that course through. Sometimes a simple approach can get you out of the most complicated scenarios.” He yawned again. “Maybe my conversation will have struck a chord with him. Only time will tell.”

“I need to try and get some sleep. End log!” he said turning over in his bed pulling a pillow, beating on the one under his head a few time to try and beat it into comfortable submission before finally curling up into a ball and drifting off to sleep.

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Mission 36 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 1
Sim Date: April 8, 2017 Run Time: 1912-2038
IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 09:30:22
Stardate: 73976.76 ST:E Stardate: 11704.08
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director

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Captain Udonis Harris – Commanding Officer USS Vonnegut (Defiant Class)

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
CJ was able to get his internet connection issue sorted or at least a solution to allow him to attend which we were all grateful for, as we were able to continue our mission.
Great job last week everyone, things took a sideways turn, hopefully for the better.

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Mission Briefing:
The Tempest is a little over half-way to its destination, a round of psychiatric evaluation awaiting key members of the senior staff. The crew is on a light-duty, four-shift rotation, but, while the tension has lessened somewhat, it still remains...

Mission Debriefing:
All right! Lapse will be about two hours. The mission will be relayed to Ollie, and once basic repairs are done and wounded transferred to the Tempest, you will be headed to Starbase 313 once more, this time for prisoner transfer.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

“Captain’s Log Stardate 73976.49. It has been an eventful couple of hours; the Tempest was in transit to Starbase 313 to complete our orders of undergoing additional evaluations per Starfleet Command. While in route, we received a distress call from the USS Vonnegut a Defiant Class Vessel who was waylaid by two Section 31 vessels, one an Akira Class and the other a Saber Class. We were unable to identify the vessels due to them having been stripped of their hull markings and their IFF’s having been removed.” He shifted uneasy in his chair.

“This was our first encounter versus Section 31 vessels; they had some sort of sensor dampening added to their hull and black thermal coatings which made them hard to detect. We ended up having to take a feed from the USS Vonnegut in order to provide us with target locks which helped make us far more effective in the battle.” He paused, reflecting on the battle.

“I tried to reach out to the Akira class vessel. They choose to destroy their ship and end their lives rather than be taken prisoner. Akira class vessels typically have a crew compliment of around five hundred not including civilians. It is hard to fathom how individuals with Starfleet’s principals would choose such a way out, death before dishonor. You would think we were fighting Klingons instead of Starfleet officers.”

After taking a moment, he continues. “I’ve met with Captain Harris and it appears our orders are going to be modified slightly. It should be interesting to hear what Starfleet has to say about it when we call it in that we have deviated from our orders. However, as Captain Harris has implicated this is an important mission and needs to be completed.”

“I have to say that my crew stepped up to the plate again very well. That was the first time in a long while that we have worked as a team. Since the earthquake on Pacifica. While not that long ago it certainly feels like it. Sully stepped up and did a great job at Tactical. Corky was great. It is never exciting for someone in Science when a battle goes down, but he helped immensely with monitoring damage control, and helping to support the battle as it waged on. I have not had a chance to speak with Elianna yet, but I am sure she’s got her hands full in sickbay with our few wounded as well as those who were transferred aboard from the Vonnegut. For the record there were eight dead on the Vonnegut, and countless wounded. While we only had a hand full. This engagement could have gone much worse. On a positive note, Captain Harris did bring over the Sensor modification information we need to help us in our next engagement if we run into ships equipped with that Sensor dampening again. I intend on asking Corky to both install and see if he can expand on the software to see if we can improve its efficiency. While it helped, our accuracy was certainly diminished.”

“For now were in route to our destination for a prisoner transfer, the days ahead are going to be most interesting to say the least. I will be calling a staff meeting soon to go over the details of our new mission soon. End Log”

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Post by Spacedaisy » Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:38 am

Posted March 29, 2017

Joint Post by spacedaisy (CMO Elianna Kestran) & CO_Captain_Savage (CO Oliver Savage)

Elianna stood leaning against the wall outside the conference room. Johnny and Sully were deep in conversation down by the turbolift. In any other situation she might find that encouraging after all they had gone through recently. However, the tone of the meeting they had just left changed all that and she felt her stomach tie itself in a knot as she watched them now.


Oliver took a moment and watched as Corky departed. He truly felt badly at the position this young officer had been put in. A near impossible one. Much like the rest of the crew he was displaced in time and though he seemed to be handling it well Oliver had his suspicions that he was bottling some of those feelings up. Probably much like the majority of the crew trying to find ways to cope with what had happened. Nearly twenty five years gone, people moved on and grown older. It was an impossible situation to be in. That struck a chord with him, he turned and glanced back out at the stars. Had this been worth it. Joining Starfleet to be an explorer, and yet it was starting to feel as if everything continued to try and push him out, it was starting to feel as if his life was cursed for some unexplainable reason.


The conference room doors slid open and Corky came through the open doorway. He glanced at Elianna in surprise and she nodded and forced a smile before explaining, “I was waiting to have a word with the Captain as well.” He gave a small nod and his eyes told her he understood perfectly. Stepping aside he motioned to allow her through but before he walked off she said, “Cam, I would like very much if we could get to know each other better, perhaps we can get a cup of coffee in the lounge sometime?” A wide smile broke across his face, and she thought she detected even a sense of relief, though she wasn’t sure.


“I would really enjoy that Dr. Kestran! Just let me know when.” He dipped his head a bit before walking off.


She watched with a smile as he retreated to the turbolift. He was a good kid, she was glad he was on board and believed they could become good friends. Something told her they would all need strong bonds of friendship to get through the days ahead. She could only hope Sully and Johnny figured this out too. With a small sigh, she dismissed thoughts of Johnny and Sully before she stepped into the still open doors of the conference room.


Oliver stood staring out into space, he was lost in his own thoughts his cheeks still bore a rosey hue, he was clearly agitated but focused. He didn’t hear Elianna enter the lounge at first but as she moved deeper into the room he flinched as the sound of her footsteps pulled him back to the moment, he turned to greet her. “Doctor? Didn’t hear you come in.. sorry.” he turned his attention back to the stars for a moment longer then smiled as he turned back to her.

She crossed the room and stopped next to him at the window. “I apologize for being curt and possibly too frank during the meeting. It wasn’t you or your news that was bothering me,” her words trailed off as she looked out to the view he had just been taking in. It was good to be in motion again, even if she knew they were just on their way to more psychological evaluations and tests and counseling and who knows what other hoops Starfleet was going to make them jump through. Drawing a deep breath she looked again at Oliver, “You owe me dinner. Before all of this,” she motioned towards the conference table, “we were going to get some food. So, shall we go?”


He shook his head. “You don’t have to be sorry Elianna, this has not entirely been the most pleasant experience. We just went from one emotional high right into another one potentially. So there is no need to apologize, though I do appreciate the thought.” he took another glance out the long windows before gesturing towards the door. “Food sounds good. I need to get my mind off some things.” he said as he began to follow her toward the door.


A few minutes later, they made their way into the lounge. Elianna got herself a grilled chicken salad and some iced tea and looked around to find a table. She settled down at an empty one and looked up as Oliver joined her. “How long until we get to the starbase?”


He shrugged at her question. “Shouldn’t be too terribly long a transit, though we are at the edge of Federation space.” he offered a half smile at that. “Price of exploration I suppose.”


“I’m ready to get on with everything. This transition is…” she searched for the right word as she pushed her salad around in the bowl, “I don’t even know.” Elianna eyed him for a moment and asked, “How are you doing? I suppose that none of us have made it much easier on you to lead us. Especially given everything with Johnny and Sully.”


“I think Starfleet needs us to be better more than ever with a Civil war on their hands. So I’m also certain they are ready for us to get on with it too. But we need to make sure everyone is good first, I honestly think we got lucky with that situation on Pacifica. Things could have gone much worse if we had collapsed in on ourselves in the middle of trying to negotiate with the Naradra.” He stared down at his caesar salad himself poking at a piece of lettuce with his fork. “I think the best term I could use right now to describe how I’m doing is...stabilizing…” he blinked looking up from his Salad. “Those two confuse me. I gave them every chance to work it out themselves and that maybe was the mistake. But my predecessor…” he took in and let out a deep breath. “I’m starting to sound like a broken record.” he shook his head. “Needless to say those two are not helping. But right now I’m not sure how to help them, or work this issue out other than to let time take its course.”


Elianna’s gaze fell to the salad once again as she thought about the meeting, the idea that had been presented. She felt the knot tighten in her stomach again. “Oliver… I need you to know,” she paused, struggling how to put her inward battle into the right words. “We have served together, and more than that, we have been friends for a very long time. When everything happened at Lyshan…” At the mention of the ill-fated mission, memories came flooding back to her. The friends and colleagues they had lost. She shook her head a bit, as if it would somehow shake loose the overwhelming feeling of loss that had become a constant part of their lives, “They gave me the option to transfer. I was offered a great position actually. But I couldn’t imagine serving under another commanding officer. I believe in you and I consider it an honor to serve as your Chief Medical Officer. All that said, if the brass decide to endorse this idea; send us deep undercover, I will of course give 100% to the mission.”


She paused again as an engineering ensign passed nearby their table waiting for him to get out of earshot before continuing, “But what Sully was saying sounded an awful lot like he wants us to go no matter what. If you choose to follow that suggestion,” she nervously tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “That’s a path I don’t think I can follow you down. I just need to know that you realize that.”


Setting down his fork and leaning back in his chair he takes a deep breath. “That means a lot to me Elianna. It wouldn’t be the same without you. I’m not sure how I would feel about continuing on without something helping keep me grounded and you do that. It may not seem like it but it is something that helps knowing you're around.” he smiled.


“It means a lot that I have your support. But with Johnny and Sully trying to force this, it’s not something that is going to fly. Starfleet in its state probably wouldn’t consider this type of mission at this time. Not to mention with the state of the crew. It would be a bad decision all around. For them to try to force the issue in some hair brained scheme to avoid their… it’s not really punishment, but treatment maybe. Is also disturbing.” he paused a moment to consider his words.


“While part of me agrees with Sully that this would be an opportunity, it’s not right. It’s not something that I’m entirely supportive of. If Starfleet by some right decides this is the direction we should go then obviously I will follow my orders. I just don’t think this crew is ready for that kind of mission yet. We do not have cohesion yet, and it seems very clear to Starfleet that this is the case.” he scooped up his glass of water to take a drink.


“But it’s no surprise to me that Sully and Johnny want out of this so badly. I can’t blame them for it. They have become too comfortable with the way they are toward one another. I don’t think they honestly see how detrimental it is to the cohesion of those around them. And they are both going to be in for a very quick wake up call.” he settled back in his chair after setting the glass back down. “Sully wants to see what it's like for me to come down on them, and take a more active role in what’s happening, so that’s what I’m going to do.” he shifts in the chair uneasy. “The most frustrating thing is he’s basically doing exactly what Johnny has been doing to make a point. It’s not lost on me. But it’s also not the right way he should be approaching this, but he clearly does not see that. It’s somewhat infuriating.”


“If it makes you feel any better, I think everyone aside from Johnny and Sully have felt acute discomfort with their flagrant insubordination. And you’re right, I wish they would see how their behavior is affecting the entire crew, not just them. After all, if that little scene hadn’t occurred on the bridge, our transition might not have been dealt with quite so rigidly by Starfleet.” Pushing her plate away from her, she leaned back and looked around at the others there eating, drinking, visiting. At a table across the room a young couple were sitting, sharing dinner. Elianna recognized the woman as Ensign Julie Carmichael, she was actually a medic on the night shift. She wasn’t sure who the man was, he looked familiar though. Julie laughed at something he said and brushed his arm. “A budding romance,” Elianna thought to herself and felt a pang of grief.


Still watching the flirtatious couple, she commented softly to Oliver, “We’re an emotional disaster right now, aren’t we?” A small chuckle slipped out, incongruent to the tone of their conversation no doubt, but she couldn’t help it when she considered the absurdity of all they had gone through in such a short time. The chuckle was followed immediately by a slight sigh, “We’ve all lost so much, practically all we have anymore is each other.” She looked at him resolutely, “I’ll always be here to ground you. But if I could offer some advice? Don’t try to be the captain your predecessor was. He was my captain too, and he was a good one, but he wasn’t perfect either. Don’t you remember the time he came down hard on Lieutenant Diel over what he considered to be gross negligence, only to find out later that what happened wasn’t even Diel’s fault, but he was unwilling to tattle on the Chief?” Elianna gave a shrug, “No one’s perfect, but you’re trying to measure up to a phantom. And Sully is not you, everyone deals with things differently, learns differently, even leads differently.”


He nodded. “Yeah that was a bit of a disaster in itself. Had to admire Diel’s loyalty.” his brow furrowed. “You’re right of course. I have been trying to be Captain Phillips in a way.” he nodded. “Phantoms…” he considered that word and what it meant. So much loss between the disaster at Lyshan III and now this. “I’ve got a lot to learn, and I certainly need to find my rhythm in this position.”


He let out a sigh. “I was taught to do things a certain way, and though I did find my own way I had to learn his way first. It’s pretty clear that Sully isn’t me, and I certainly cannot approach teaching him the same way that Greg taught me. I’m not sure how to get around Sully’s ego, I feel like he wants to be held up on a pedestal but does not want the responsibility that goes with that position. He also needs to realize that he’s not really on a pedestal” he lets out a half hearted chuckle. “I was that guy for a short time with Captain Phillips, and I learned some hard lessons when I started out. I honestly don’t want that for Sully, but he’s not making it easy.” he shifted in his chair. “It's going to be a long road even more now having to earn his trust again. But I don’t think it’s a lost cause. I still have faith in him and I still see greatness in him.”


He glanced to his side admiring the couple for a moment, and allowed a grin to slowly form. “Yeah, we are an emotional wreck. But it's nice to see that others are not stopping the normal progression of life.” he returned his attention to her. “How are you holding up?”


“I…” her voice faltered a bit, because she knew what he was actually asking, “I am as well as can be expected, I guess.” She pulled herself together and said more assertively, almost like she was willing it to be true, “I’ll be ok.”


He regarded her for a long moment. “I was almost convinced by that. You’ve been hanging out with too many Vulcan’s I think.” he grinned. “You’ve been there for me, if you need to talk you know I’m here for you too.”


Elianna smiled at the fact he had caught her out so completely, “Yes well, what’s there to say? Ezron’s gone and there is nothing to change that. So I don’t have much choice but to be ok. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll schedule a session with Eldrida when time allows.”


He nods. “It couldn’t hurt. You need to have time to take care of you too.” he picked up his glass and twirled the liquid inside. “I’m worried about Corky. This has been entirely unfair to him, a young officer like him shouldn’t be having to live this nightmare. I have to admire his resilience.”


“He’s young and idealistic, I’m not worried about him. He will be ok.” She grinned, “He really looks up to you, you know? I think the only reason he has seemed to struggle is because he is so appalled by everything that’s happened with… well, you know.” She didn’t feel like going around that mountain again.


Oliver nodded. “I had a feeling that would be the case. Or rather I suspected that was. I feel bad in a way because I don’t know that i’ve exactly set the right example but at the same time it gives me something to improve upon I guess and show that even when you get to where I am you still have room to learn and grow.” he took a drink from the glass he was still playing with in his hands. “I’m only hoping that it gets better from here.”


She laughed, a real laugh for once, “It can’t get much worse, Oliver. It’s got to get better!” She lifted her own glass of iced tea and offered a half joking toast, “To better things,” and winked.


Oliver’s mouth hung open in mock disbelief. “You laughed!” he held up his glass. “To better things!” he said much louder than he should have but he didn’t care. He laughed out loud, this time a hearty chuckle still holding his glass aloft. He was mildly amused as several others around the Soma Lounge likewise joined in.

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Post by Spacedaisy » Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:38 am

Posted March 30, 2017

Stardate: 19612.10


Elianna stood in her quarters, looking out the viewport with unseeing eyes. She held a padd in her hand limply. Turning away from the window, she dropped down heavily onto the couch and looked down at the padd again. It contained a comprehensive history on the Battle of Betazed and all that had happened to her homeworld during the Dominion War. She hadn't heard from her parents yet, or her brother. Part of her had hoped it was because they just didn't know the communications blackout had been lifted, or that the news of their return hadn't reached them yet for some reason. Now she was afraid that there might be a much worse explanation. It was time for her to find out the truth.

She crossed the room and tapped the console, putting in a query for information on her family. The computer gave an obliging beep and information scrolled up the screen.

"Jeron Kestran: Deceased. Killed in the Battle of Betazed while working in a government building. Survived by wife Lanari Tryxt and daughter Melora.

Andren Kestran: Deceased. Killed by the Dominion forces occupying Betazed on suspicion of being part of an underground resistance movement. Survived by wife Jasse Kestran.

Jasse Kestran: Living on Betazed. Former Ambassador for UFP, retired."

Conflicting emotions swirled within her. Her father and brother were gone. It was hard for her to grasp. She tried to focus instead on the silver lining, her mother was alive and she had a niece. Tapping her console again she requested a transmission to Betazed and watched the logo spin lazily as she waited anxiously for it to connect. A moment later the picture shifted and her mother's face came into view. Elianna almost didn't recognize her. It wasn't just that she was older, it was that she looked worn and tired.

"Hello Elianna," her mother's greeting was calmer than one would expect from someone seeing their daughter for the first time in over a quarter century after she believed her to be dead.

"Hello Mother, I wasn't sure if you had heard the news," Elianna wasn't sure what to say. How do you pick up normal conversation after you've metaphorically come back from the dead?

"I heard."

"They had us on communications black out, so I'm sorry if you've tried to get in touch with me before this."

"I haven't actually."

"I see," she replied, but she didn't really see. She wasn't sure what she thought this conversation would be like. After all, Elianna had always been closer to her father than her mother. Still, she had thought her mother might be at least a little happy to hear from her.

"I saw that Jeron and Lanari had a daughter - "

Her mother cut her off, "Elianna, it would be best if you don't try to reach out to Lanari and Melora."

She made no attempt to hide the surprise from her face, "I don't understand. Why?"

"I'm sure you can understand how confusing it would be for a little girl to learn an aunt who supposedly died before you were born suddenly came back, but what about her daddy? It hardly seems fair."

"Fair? Mother, are you angry at me for not being dead?"

"No, I'm angry because you got to just skip it all. All the pain of the war and the Dominion occupation of Betazed. The death of your father and brother. And now you show up and it's just supposed to make me happy again?" Jasse shook her head, "I was broken hearted when you were presumed dead. Your father was never the same. I just need some time."

Elianna's eyes flooded with tears that threatened to spill out, "I understand. I'll leave you alone until you're ready," she paused, no longer able to hold back the tears and said, "I love you Mother," before she quickly cut the transmission.

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Post by Spacedaisy » Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:39 am

Posted April 8, 2017

Stardate 11704.08

Slender fingers wrapped around the mug of hot coffee and Elianna breathed in the aroma. Coffee was one of the things about Earth that she had found to be very pleasing, much to the shock of most of her Betazoid friends and family. Though she never could drink it black, it was much too bitter. She liked it with some sugar and a bit of cream to take the edge off. Despite knowing that it was unwise to drink coffee this late at night, Elianna couldn't help herself. She rocked back in the chair in her office and smiled with contentment. She loved the sickbay at night. There were so few people there, so there was a hush that hung over it that made it seem so peaceful. The lighting was always dimmed except in case of emergency. At this particular moment there were no patients, and while there was a night shift on staff, they kept it sparse, so aside from a nurse who seemed to be cataloging something in the far corner and the junior medical officer who was working on some files at one of the consoles, she mostly had the place to herself.

She tapped the console and began recording a personal log.

"It's been a quiet couple weeks since they sent us off to Starbase 313. Well, fairly so anyway. there have been lots of talks and thinking and introspection on the part of the majority of the crew I think. I know there has been for me. Oliver pushed me to see Eldrida. Being a man, it's hard for him to I think to know how to handle the emotional bits very well. Then again, it's hard for me to deal with the emotional bits and I don't have the excuse of being a man. What's more, I'm supposed to be good at them if you are to believe the stereotypes about Betazoids."

With a rueful shake of her head she continued, "Thankfully, Eldrida lives up to the stereotypes. I followed my Captain's orders like a good little officer, and I'm very glad that I did. Our session was so helpful. I've already committed to going back to see her again, though we haven't set an official appointment. Hard telling what I will have time for it yet though. We don't know what kind of schedule we're going to be looking at for the evaluations. I'll just be glad to get them over with and get on with our lives."

She stood up and crossed the small office to the window that looked out over main sickbay. Taking a slow sip of her coffee, she watched the medical officer shuffling through file after file on the console. "I keep thinking about that dream I had. I've gone over it again and again in my mind, and I'm certain it must have been from Sully's point of view. I saw myself and Johnny and even Eldrida, but I never saw Sully. I can't hear the words being spoken, but I can feel all these intense emotions... dread, grief, and a terrible sense of desperation. I can't get a handle on it all, but I am sure Sully must be dealing with something very difficult. I wish he would let us in, but you can't force someone to let down their walls."

"Anyway," she said as she turned back to her desk and settled down in her chair once again, "we're all going to have to find our place in this new universe we've found ourselves in." A mildly amused look crossed her face and she clarified, "I guess what I mean is, while it is technically the same place, it has changed vastly. Now we are in the midst of a civil war we know very little about. I wonder if everyone on the crew will choose to remain with us or will they defect to this True Federation? Never in my life have I felt like everything I knew was called into question and the future has never been more uncertain."

"Computer, end log."

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Mission 36 – “Prisoner Transfer ” - Part 1
Sim Date: April 8, 2017 Run Time: 1912-2038
IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 09:30:22
Stardate: 73976.76 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.08


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:
Captain Udonis Harris – Commanding Officer USS Vonnegut (Defiant Class)


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
CJ was able to get his internet connection issue sorted or at least a solution to allow him to attend which we were all grateful for, as we were able to continue our mission.

Great job last week everyone, things took a sideways turn, hopefully for the better.


Mission Briefing:
The Tempest is a little over half-way to its destination, a round of psychiatric evaluation awaiting key members of the senior staff. The crew is on a light-duty, four-shift rotation, but, while the tension has lessened somewhat, it still remains...

Mission Debriefing:
All right! Lapse will be about two hours. The mission will be relayed to Ollie, and once basic repairs are done and wounded transferred to the Tempest, you will be headed to Starbase 313 once more, this time for prisoner transfer.


Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

“Captain’s Log Stardate 73976.49. It has been an eventful couple of hours; the Tempest was in transit to Starbase 313 to complete our orders of undergoing additional evaluations per Starfleet Command. While in route, we received a distress call from the USS Vonnegut a Defiant Class Vessel who was waylaid by two Section 31 vessels, one an Akira Class and the other a Saber Class. We were unable to identify the vessels due to them having been stripped of their hull markings and their IFF’s having been removed.” He shifted uneasy in his chair.

“This was our first encounter versus Section 31 vessels; they had some sort of sensor dampening added to their hull and black thermal coatings which made them hard to detect. We ended up having to take a feed from the USS Vonnegut in order to provide us with target locks which helped make us far more effective in the battle.” He paused, reflecting on the battle.

“I tried to reach out to the Akira class vessel. They choose to destroy their ship and end their lives rather than be taken prisoner. Akira class vessels typically have a crew compliment of around five hundred not including civilians. It is hard to fathom how individuals with Starfleet’s principals would choose such a way out, death before dishonor. You would think we were fighting Klingons instead of Starfleet officers.”

After taking a moment, he continues. “I’ve met with Captain Harris and it appears our orders are going to be modified slightly. It should be interesting to hear what Starfleet has to say about it when we call it in that we have deviated from our orders. However, as Captain Harris has implicated this is an important mission and needs to be completed.”

“I have to say that my crew stepped up to the plate again very well. That was the first time in a long while that we have worked as a team. Since the earthquake on Pacifica. While not that long ago it certainly feels like it. Sully stepped up and did a great job at Tactical. Corky was great. It is never exciting for someone in Science when a battle goes down, but he helped immensely with monitoring damage control, and helping to support the battle as it waged on. I have not had a chance to speak with Elianna yet, but I am sure she’s got her hands full in sickbay with our few wounded as well as those who were transferred aboard from the Vonnegut. For the record there were eight dead on the Vonnegut, and countless wounded. While we only had a hand full. This engagement could have gone much worse. On a positive note, Captain Harris did bring over the Sensor modification information we need to help us in our next engagement if we run into ships equipped with that Sensor dampening again. I intend on asking Corky to both install and see if he can expand on the software to see if we can improve its efficiency. While it helped, our accuracy was certainly diminished.”

“For now were in route to our destination for a prisoner transfer, the days ahead are going to be most interesting to say the least. I will be calling a staff meeting soon to go over the details of our new mission soon. End Log”
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:45 pm

Mission 37 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 2
Sim Date: April 15, 2017
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 11:00:00
Stardate: 73973.92 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.15


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
I want to apologize, this last two weeks has been crazy for me. I am behind on my logs but I am hoping to catch up tonight/today finally. I thank you for you patience.



Mission Briefing:
The Tempest has responded to a distress signal sent by the USS Vonnegut, which was under attack by a pair of Section 31 vessels. Following a brief but intense skirmish, both enemy vessels were destroyed, the latter apparently self-destructing to avoid capture. However, the Vonnegut was able to beam off one enemy officer.

After a couple hours of repairs for the Vonnegut, the Tempest now prepares to resume course to Starbase 313 with the Vonnegut's prisoner in the brig.

Mission Debrief:
Lapse will be about 12 hours. INH, if you would like to send me a PM on the STAB board with details on how Johnny might try to speak to the prisoner, we can work something out. The lab analyses of the materials from the Section 31 ship will be complete, and we will go over those next week. Any questions?


Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver sat staring out into space, something he realized he did far too often. Part of his joy of being in Starfleet had hedged around that view, the ability to stare out into the unknown and wonder what there was to find. Given their present situation, which was not what he felt he was seeing today. No, it was not what was outside his window today. They were deep into Federation Territory, already explored and cataloged space. However, even today, they still found new things to make scientist turn their heads, but their mission appears to have skewed.

They were still in route to Starbase 313 much to the dismay of most of the crew, despite some excitement in running across the USS Vonnegut engaged in combat with two ‘True Federation’ vessels. Now they were housing a virtual prisoner of war on his trip to Starbase 313.

“Computer Begin Captains log!” he said, and then waited for the customary beeps. His attention still seemed focused on the streaking stars slipping past outside.

Why did the galaxy always seem to want to come after the Federation, it just seemed that there would be no peace. Even if there was, it was short lived. Someone was always looking to wipe the Federation, and what it stood for out. “Captains Log, Stardate 73973.92. We are back on course for Starbase 313 both to follow our original orders to report for further evaluation and to deliver our prisoner. I am happy to say that thus far it has been relatively quiet. That always puts me on edge, when you are toting prisoners, and transiting from one place to another.” He pauses to check something on his desktop computer then his vision returns back to the window.

“Not to mention that this prisoner, despite being a bit mouthy at times from what I understand has been all but cooperative. Based on reports I have read, these people that have been in support of the ‘True Federation’ are almost fanatical in that they take their own lives. We experienced that in our engagement with them. They rather self-destruct their vessel and die rather than be taken as prisoner. I would have rather them surrender and scuttle their ship rather than just let all those people die. Then again were only making assumptions that there were people aboard, that sensor dampening material they are using did not help matters.”

“Corky has been working diligently on trying to improve detection and scanning ability to penetrate this material they are using. Lucky for us we recovered debris. It is going to be a nice challenge for the young officer. I have confidence that he might very well come up with a solution to the scanning problem.” He pauses again to check the screen on his desk.

“Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland was sent to the brig for a short stay as he supposedly struck first officer Commander Sully Derringer, I was going to jump right into entering this into his record but that intuition that there is something more going on here has my curiosity up. So for the time being I’m going to wait and see what happens when Johnny is released before I place a formal reprimand in his file.

“We are continuing on our course for Starbase 313, working on researching our new adversary, finalizing what little repairs were needed after our confrontation and hopefully staying under the Radar. End Log.”
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:46 pm

Mission 38 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 3
Sim Date: April 29, 2017
IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 11:32:14
Star Trek Stardate: 73976.72 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.29


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:
DeKarr – Navigation Department.
Nores – Science Department.
Admiral Martin Walker – Starfleet Commander in Chief


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
We have an Engineer! WOOT! Make sure to stop into the OCC Boards for the ship and welcome them aboard!



Mission Briefing:
The Tempest continues towards the nearest Starbase. In the brig sits one captured True Federation officer, and one tactical officer serving a 24-hour lockup for punching Commander Derringer in the face.



Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room.

Oliver frowned as he stared at the newest crew assignments, they had already had close to sixty put in for reassignment and retirement since they had left Pacifica. Granted that many people was a drop of a hat in comparison to the amount of people on board the Tempest but it still felt disheartening. Granted he was certain they would have crew rotated in, it still felt like a loss. He laid back on the couch having just finished eating; he still had a short time before he had to report to the bridge, they would be at Pacifica soon. While he was sleeping better, it was not perfect so he still felt that twinge of fatigue. “Computer begin Captains Duty log!” he said. The computer went through its usual routine and beeped ready.

“Captain’s log Stardate 73976.72 supplemental. Were nearly to Starbase 313 finally. It is a long trip from the outer rim of Federation Space to anything remotely toward the core. Johnny was finally released from the Brig, so I am kind of waiting to see what came of his fun spent down in the Brig playing with our guest. I took the liberty of saying hi myself. He is a rather intense fellow to say the least. I get the feeling there is certainly more to this man than it would seem. Something was off; maybe it is just simple fanaticism. Something did not feel right. One thing that is certain, there is a lot of animosity towards the ‘True Federation’ supporters. They are not treated very well despite still technically being Federation citizens. Alternatively, are they now? Nevertheless, do they deserve to be treated any less just because they choose the other side? I feel like this is an issue that needs to be addressed. If we treat them poorly what will happen when word gets back to the other side. How many people will pay for that with their lives or worse?” he paused a moment.

“It’s odd, speaking with Security it seems that most of the time when captured these guys jump to suicide without a second thought. It feels strange even more so that they would be so Cavalier about just taking their own lives.” He shifts uneasy on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “But this one has not. Has not even attempted to escape, has not tried to take his own life. I even had Security give him decent food, did not try to choke on it, nothing. It is damn peculiar.”

“I met with Corky down in the Astro-Sciences lab; both he and Science Officer Nores have uncovered several oddities regarding the sensor readings and debris scans we’ve made. I’m not sure what to think of it just yet. Apparently the ‘True Federation’ is using little to no Deuranium and Kelbonite in the constructions of their ships and as a trade-off for more Stealth capabilities. The Kelbonite is the primary culprit for the Senor deadening. I’ve asked them to keep working at it to try and find better detection methods and a way to punch through that.” He snaps his finger as if a thought suddenly entered into his mind.

He sits up abruptly. “Huh, maybe…” he leans forward. “Either they are brain washing all of these Starfleet Officers or maybe it is something far more sinister, or if you count it as such. Maybe they are clones?” he leans back into the cushions of the couch. “That might explain why they are so cavalier about taking their own lives. Outside of brain washing techniques.” He rubs the stubble on his chin. “I’ll have to have Elianna look into that possibility. It might explain some of the Malnourishment and other issues she detected.”

“You would think Starfleet might have come to that conclusion though by now if they were doing that. Maybe not.” He sits for a long moment pondering this. “It’s something though…” he stands and heads for the door to his ready room. “Computer locate Doctor Kestran!” he said as he disappears out the door to his ready room. The door abruptly open again. “Computer end log!” he says then disappears out the door again. It may be nothing but anything is something to explain a thing that had been gnawing at him. It was not in the nature of Starfleet officers to take their own lives so easily. Maybe he was grasping at straws, but it might be something.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:47 pm

Personal Log Entry
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 23:27:31
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 12, Gymnasium



The rhythmic sound of Oliver’s feet hitting the treadmill was the only noise in the empty Gymnasium. Granted he hated to be awake at this hour, but it was the only thing he could think of to ware himself out. He had realized when Elianna had started hinting at his health that he had been taking it far too easy since Lyshan. He had not actually been to the Gym and other than his run days ago in the Holodeck he had not been into his usual routine. He needed to get back to it, add some normalcy to his day-to-day life. One thing that was good about this hour was there was rarely anyone around so he had the gym to himself. He had come to that conclusion long ago while he was a young officer using the late hours to get away from the rest of the crew, his alone time to exercise.

“Computer begin Personal Log!” he said as he continued to plod along.

The computer beeped signaling the log recording was active. “Personal Log, December Twenty Second, Twenty-Three Ninety-Six. Christmas is almost here; most people do not celebrate the Yule like they used to so many moons ago. My family stayed up with the tradition while we were children and up until we all left the next. While Religion seems so rare, my family has continued it as a tradition for so long. Maybe we will get a Christmas Miracle and get sent on our way quickly by the staff at Starbase 313. That would be amazing right now.” He continued running.

“My father once was asked by my youngest sister why we would follow such an archaic belief being a family of Christian’s. His answer was subtle and yet profound.” He smiled as he ran. “We have a moral obligation to keep it alive, not to press it upon people but to keep the faith. There are more than one would believe that still hold onto such beliefs. There even to this day is still a strong Mormon presence on earth in several areas of North America, especially in Utah. You cannot kill a belief, even if you think it is gone and dead. You don’t have to believe the same thing I do as long as you believe in something.” He chuckled. “She asked if the Federation was something that people believed in like Religion.” He slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace, starting to cool down. “I remember it took him some time to answer. He actually answered yes, which was a bit astonishing to me at the time but now I understand having spent a long time in Starfleet. The Federation is just as much a belief as a religious on is I suppose.” He hit the button and stopped, picking up a towel to mop his head.

“The Federation Started out as the belief of one Human so long ago. A way to work together as an interstellar community. And look at where we are. Look at how much turmoil has come because there are now competing ideas of what the Federation should be. Not unlike how Religion was seen all that time ago as well. This is how we ended up with so many different groups. Maybe I’m off by comparing our current situation to Religion but at the same time I feel like it’s not far from that argument that we had at the dinner table a long time ago.” He stepped off the treadmill and crossed over to one of the weight machines and laid back on it.

Reaching up he selected a light weight to start and pulled the bar off its handles. “Things with the crew as a whole seem to be smoothing out which is great. We need things to normalize and that seems to be happening which makes me happy. Granted I ended up having to send Johnny to the brig, but only to find out that well, he wanted to be there. Not exactly ideal but it should be interesting to see if he accomplishes anything with our guest.” He continued to lift the weights in silence for a few moments before returning the bar to its handles. “Something is not right about those people. I cannot put my finger on it just yet, but something is giving me that hair on the back of the neck thing. Especially the one in the Brig. The behavior is not right in comparison to what we’ve been told by Starfleet Intelligence reports. I’m going to go down and pay him a visit when I have a chance and see what kind of impression I get while in his presence.” He adds some additional weight to the bar and then pulls the bar free, slowly lifting.

“I got a letter from my sister a couple of hours ago, to be honest I have not opened it just yet. I’m a little afraid of what it might say. She’s made it clear she want’s nothing to do with me for the time being. It could be worse, I don’t know. I suppose it’s a step in the right direction. I intend on reading it soon, but I’m not sure what I’m going to find. End Personal log!” he says as he finishes his set again, and lays there resting.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:47 pm

Mission 39 – “Mental Layover” – Part 1
Sim Date: May 6, 2017
IC Date: December 23, 2396` Time: 14:19:27
Star Trek Stardate: 73977.04 ST:AB Stardate: 11705.06


OOC & Pre Sim Information:

Corky was not able to make it to the sim, he was kind enough to inform Annie for us.

We got our new Engineering officer this week. Welcome aboard yet again Mr. Sikkat.


Mission Briefing:
The Tempest has finally arrived at Starbase 313 a week after departing Pacifica. There, psychiatric evaluations await key members of the crew, and a high-priority target sits in the brig to be transferred.

Mission Debriefing:
Alrighty! Good work this week. Lapse will be 4 hours. Enough time for new crew to board, old crew to leave, and some R&R for the bridge crew.



Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808

Oliver strolled across his quarters from his room to his couch, stuffing some things into a small go-bag. “Computer begin Captains Log recording!” he said disappearing back into his quarters, meanwhile the computer went about its usual routine of connecting to the log server and opening a new entry. There was a bit of a pause as the recording began, and then out came Oliver with some camouflage clothing to which he stuffed into the duffle.

“Captains Log, Stardate 73977.04. I’m happy to report that our prisoner transfer has gone without a hitch. Granted my hair brained idea about cloned officers didn’t pan out we were able to determine who the prisoner was after all. A Kyle McNamara. We turned him over to Starbase 313’s security division shortly after arriving. Hopefully they will take care of him well. He may have chosen the wrong side but he does not deserve to be treated any less than someone who made a misguided choice in their life.” He shifted looking down at his bag. “We could have just as easily have made the wrong decision ourselves, and the jury is still out on if we have or not.”

He zips the bag and drops onto the couch. “The ship has been secured from flight operations, and we’ve begun going through some updates in firmware, and software to our many systems that are at this point out of date still. Figured it was something to do while we were stuck here at the Starbase.”

“I had the pleasure of meeting our new Engineering officer briefly Mr. Sikkat, he seems a nice enough fellow. Seems like a by the book type, which could prove interesting with this unorthodox crew we’ve got aboard. He handled Johnny Cleveland well. Elianna seemed to think he gave a good first impression. We’ve already essentially completed our crew transfers, thankfully there were so few.”

“Well the crew has essentially been given liberty and light duty so while we are doing work the crew has been given the opportunity to have some fun. I saw a flyer up in one of the lounges that a group of old earth war enthusiasts were putting on a skirmish in one of the Stations large holodecks, seems like a good way to blow off some steam, so I’m off to do that for the moment. End log!”

Picking up his bag he pushed off the couch, dimmed the lights to his quarters and disappeared from sight down the corridor.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:47 pm

Mission 40 “Odyssey” – Part 1
Sim Date: May 13, 2017


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer
Ensign Sikkat - Engineering Officer
CJ as Game Director

Notable NPC’s Used:
Admiral Walker


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
40th Mission, 40+ Hours of Sim time, and were still going. I would say we have made it past a good milestone here. Granted we have had a small crew but we have made it work. Thank you guys again for your dedication it is most appreciated.

If you people are feeling froggy and have time, please don’t hesitate to do some logs. Especially in the coming days as were going to have some lengthy jumps in time coming up it sounds like to help get us caught up completely with the rest of the fleet. As of now, we have a 4-day time laps happening between our Sim Saturday and this coming.

Sully will be returning next week from his hiatus.

This is the first of a few things I'm working on for this 4 day Travel Time between leaving Starbase 313 to Odyssey Station.


Mission Briefing:
Crew transfers are finishing up on the Tempest, and the Engineering department has begun the lengthy process of updating a ship 20+ years out of date. Meanwhile, Captain Savage has been called to station OPS.

Mission De-Briefing:
Okay! Nicely done tonight. Lapse will be about four days; you will be arriving at Odyssey Station when we start next week. Any questions?



Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 19:45:05
Star Trek Stardate: 73977.65 ST:AB Stardate: 11705.13

Oliver sat hunched over a large book full of photos laid out on his coffee table, he was nursing a mug of steaming liquid, and his attention was solely on the book, when he finally heard the beep again. “Oh, right…” he sat up, leaning back on the couch, tugging his red undershirt straight, he had removed his uniform jacket, it lay draped over the back of the couch behind him.

“Captains Log, Stardate 73977.65.” he started and stopped reaching forward to turn the page of the old photo album. “Well we had a brief but interesting layover at Starbase 313. What was supposed to be a mental health stop for our ship turned into a simple resupply and crew rotation. I had a talk with Admiral Walker, he asked us to leave and proceed directly to Odyssey station with all due speed. A critical point they needed to put someone at. We apparently drew the short straw, or maybe not.” He stops staring at a picture in the book for a moment.

“We were not exactly the first choice, and the reason why is obvious. But I think Starfleet see’s the merit in having fresh eyes right smack dab in the middle of things. Or maybe they just want to be rid of us. It’s too soon to tell.” He stops long enough to take a drink from his mug. “This much is sure, were going to be busy. New Command crew of a Starbase and all the while maintaining our ship and mission. This should prove interesting. I mean how does one do that. Sisko managed, but he’s a special kind of person. It’s been hard enough being thrust into the center seat as it is. I have no doubt that I will manage, but will it be well enough to keep everyone alive and the station still going.”

He shifts leaning forward again taking up his mug for a drink. “My crew is going to be turned upside down and inside out no doubt with this change. I’ve not yet broken it to them just yet that they are going to be picking up double duty, but they will rise to the occasion of this I am sure. Now I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, this much good luck you know somethings coming down the pipe. End log!’
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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 24, 2396 Time: 22:03:12
Star Trek Stardate: 73980.65
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Origination: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Captain Savage, Oliver Alexander
Destination: Rogue River Assisted Living, Room 19-A, Martha Ann Arturo-Savage


December 24, 2396
Mother,

I am sorry it has taken me so long to write you since our return. It is not every day someone returns from the dead, and trying to find the right thing to do or say has not exactly been easy. I have been sitting here for the last hour trying to decide to send this letter or not. Both Jessica and Hannah suggested that it would be best that I did not make contact with you or Racheal; they thought it might just prove to upset you both further but I cannot agree to that, I cannot see you being angry for trying to reach out. Besides I have never been one to do exactly what I was told to do, they know that. No one could have expected what happened to us when we departed on our exploratory mission. How does one apologize for doing one’s job? We all knew that this could happen when we put on that uniform. If it were safe, there would be no risk, without risk there would be no advancement. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Was the sacrifice worth it? It certainly has put us in an interesting position.

It is almost as if we have been caught up in a whirlwind of activity since we returned, it feels very intentional. I feel like Starfleet is trying to keep us mission focused to prevent us from straying from what is in front of us. This is honestly one of the few times we have had to breathe between Pacific and Starbase 313. Now were off again. I hope to a more permanent base of operations.

I am so sorry that I missed so much, trying to cope with everything all at once. Friends and Family lost, it has been a difficult process. I can only imagine what it was like having to live it as it was happening. I have lost people, friends even before but never to the magnitude that you all did fighting the Dominion. All I have had are statistic; you all faced the real thing. You had to bury dad, and nearly Rachael.

A couple of weeks ago Lori contacted me, while it was great to see her it was another reminder of something lost. Given time I would have asked her to marry me, I know she had a hard time with Lyshan but we all survived that. I had a ring, granted it got lost during the events back at Lyshan but given a little more time I would have finally asked her. Gabby is all grown up now; she is out gallivanting the galaxy in Starfleet herself now. Said I should reach out to her but part of me is afraid to do so, I feel like it could open up old wounds that by now should have healed. I will figure that out when I am ready I suppose.

I bought the old house back in Oregon; oddly, it was still sitting and had not been sold to anyone as of yet. We all grew up in that house; it has been in our family for so long. I was heartbroken when I found out it was sold, but happy the cost of the sale went to taking good care of you and Rachael, but at least it’s still in the family. It will probably sit empty for a long while still but at least it is there when I am ready to return home and retire.

Well, this will be sitting and waiting for you when you are ready to read it. Know that I love you, and I hope that we will see each other soon.

Your son,
Oliver Alexander Savage

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
IC Date: December 25, 2396 Time: 19:34:19
Star Trek Stardate: 73983.10
Personal Log Entry


Oliver sat silhouetted by the Stars Rushing past the ship outside, the ship was moving along at high warp, there was the occasional tremble, they had been pushing the ship to get to their destination. Part of Oliver wanted to be there already, he was excited. More so than he had been in a while with the concept of what was coming. “Computer Begin personal log!” he said.

The computer gave its customary beeps to indicate that the recording had begun.

“Well it’s finally here!” he said opening a box sitting on the coffee table. “Christmas. Not many still celebrate this holiday. To be honest I have not in a long time. Not since I was back home. But today got me thinking about family.” He slowly lifted a chain from the box, silver in color, dangling from it a cross. “This has been sitting in storage for a very long time. My father gave it to me after I was baptized. Yeah, I was baptized. Hard to believe even in this day and age there are still people who do it. Keep the faith is something my father always said.” He slowly unhooked the chain and pulled it around his neck allowing it to fall on his chest, resting just above his heart. “Not exactly standard issue, but what harm could it be right?” he shrugged.

He settled back against the side of the couch pulling his legs up and pulling up a blanket up. “Computer dim the lights!” he said, then took up a mug. “My family is out there hopefully keeping at least part of the family tradition alive. One can hope anyhow. I never thought to ask or consider my crew’s religious beliefs, not sure if any of them have any.” He smiled. “Well here’s to another year nearly behind us.

"I think people are anxious to find out why it is were going to Odyssey station and so soon. The Admiral said to get there with all due speed essentially, I'm certain he had his reasons. I've not yet seen her specifications or what it is were getting ready to work with, but its a Space Station. They are usually massive, and Hubs of activity. I'm already starting to imagine all the alien Species we will see. I wonder if she will have a commerce area like they had on Deep Space Nine. So many things, I feel like a kid in a candy store again. I have a feeling that Elianna may end me when she finds out she's got to head up the entire Medical Division for a Station in addition to the ship." he lets out a chuckle. "Johnny will no doubt be in hog heaven with all the weapons and toys he will have at his disposal, and Sully... I'm not sure how he's going to react exactly. I suspect we'll find out soon enough."

He paused, looking out at the stars again streaking by. "A merry Christmas to all, and to all, and end log!” he said and the image slowly faded.
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Mission 41 – “Odyssey” - Part 2
Sim Date: May 20, 2017
IC Date: December 26, 2396 Time: 06:45:00
Star Trek Stardate: 73984.37 ST:AB Stardate: 11705.20


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer
Ensign Sikkat - Engineering Officer

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
CJ was unable to make the sim this week due to a Family Engagement.


Mission Briefing:

The USS Tempest has just finalized docking procedures and is starting to power down; Captain Savage has called a Staff Briefing, which starts in just a few minutes. It is very clear if you get a glance at Odyssey, she is brand spank'n new. Very close to Aldebaren III but not in orbit.


Location: Odyssey Station, Deck 1, Operations, Command Office

Oliver sat at his desk leaning back in his chair thumbing through a book, he had been given it as a gift by Elianna. He loved reading certain authors from the past such as Twain, RA Salvator, the occasional Shakespeare, but Twain somehow held a special place in his heart. He had yet to begin reading just yet but he certainly was looking forward too.

He shifted in the new chair, it squeaked and groaned stiffly, it was clearly new and had not yet been used much. Something new to break in. The office was blank, a blank canvas for him to paint when he had the time. He had considered what to bring over from the ship. Since they were going to be here a while he figured on bringing over at least half of his things. One needed creature comforts, or at least he did. "Captains Duty log, Stardate 73984.37. We have arrived at our new home. Space Station Odyssey, a few hundred thousand Kilometers from the Aldebaran Shipyards. Were here to maintain the station and assist the Shipyards as needed. It's a Key strategic point in the area, and while were still a green crew it’s a great time to be integrated into something this new." He said, slowly closing and setting the book down.

"So far my crew has received this new assignment with an open and positive attitude so settling in won’t be entirely difficult. Lot of unanswered questions." His eyes slowly landed on a Padd resting on the desk. "I still haven't opened this; it's probably time to find out more about the station and our mission here if there is any ulterior motives by command. But part of me is afraid to open that package." He picked it up and stared at the screen, its Security Query waiting for him. In a way taunting him to authenticate.

"I'm pleased that we will have a chance to let the Tempest rest and get some updates under her belt. One of my fears has been how vulnerable we are without the most update software and security updates. It is never a good thing to be as far behind as we are, but to be caught up is going to take time. I asked Mr. Sikkat to work with the Chief on a timetable, as I do not want her down and out for too long. We do need to make sure that we get critical system updates installed, and software updated. We need to ensure that the Tempest is combat effective against others and cannot be exploited."

"Mr. Corcoran seemed to be excited himself, but expressed some worry regarding one of the crew working with him and his ill preparedness. Part of me worries that he might be overthinking things and forgetting that not everyone is as skilled as he or the next person and room for growth is always good. While this officer did have low marks in certain areas, we cannot all be a full rounded expert in all things. Maybe with some guidance and encouragement the officer in question will learn and grow under his tutelage. We will have to see what he decides to do with the officer in questions. It could end up being a learning experience for Mr. Corcoran as well. He seemed somewhat excited at the prospect of having a pool of officers he can rotate in and out from the ship to augment the knowledge base. I cannot say that I'm not excited about that prospect."

"I did make one decision this morning that in an emergency situation I will be putting Sully in command of the Tempest and maintaining command on the station. I still need to chat with him about that decision but most likely he has come to that conclusion as well. One of us has to be in place in one spot or the other. It is logical that I stay with the Station while in the immediate vicinity. Should we be dispatched on a mission away from the station I will resume command and we will go about business as usual."

He lets out a long breath. "Well here goes," he said as he pressed a button on the padd in front of him. "End log!" He said and waited as the recording closed down before stating his Security clearance to access the rest of their orders; the screen fades to black and is replaced with the usual Starfleet Logo.
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Mission 42 & 43 – “Odyssey” - Part 3 & 4
Sim Date: June 11, 2017 & June 17, 2017


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)
Ensign Sikkat - Engineering Officer (ENG)
CJ – Game Director (GD)

Notable NPC’s Used:
CEO-Nazira – Chief Engineering Officer – USS Tempest
OPS_Torin – Operations Officer – Starbase Odyssey
Doctor Reed
Stoat – Business Owner – Starbase Odyssey


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Happy New Year – In Sim Of course, we would have recently passed the New Year in one of our small hops. It is now the year 2397! Might consider writing a log depicting what crazy things you did.

I will be Camping the weekend before the 4th of July so I will not be in attendance at July 1st Sim as I will be without Internet and either burning things, catching crab, or hiking with my wee one. Just a heads up.

Crew Logs – I would love to see some more logs from you guy’s from time to time. It is great for character development on things that you cannot necessarily role-play during the actual sim. Might also give CJ ideas on things to throw at your character in the future. You do not have to go nuts as I do, it should be something you enjoy doing. There is no pressure, and you do not have to do them, it is just a nice addition to the sim, and adds depth to your character. Keep in mind there are two types, a “Duty Log” and “Personal Logs”. Obviously the one is supposed to encompass what happened while you were on duty, the other is just a personal diary type thing. Stuff you would not put on the record. Just some helpful tips, in case you didn’t know.. 8-)

My Logs – I apologize for the small break in my activity, things have been a bit nuts the last 2-3 weeks, and I am basically playing put the fire out as I catch up. I am trying to make up for the lack of logs here.

After the coming Saturdays (6/24) Sim CJ’s planning on a big Jump in time, so you may want to consider making some logs, and or joint posts to cover some of this time frame on what you did during this time. If anything stands out.


Mission Briefing 6.11.17: It has been roughly a week since the crew of the Tempest have taken up their new post: Odyssey Station, a brand new Starbase in the Aldebaran system. The majority of the station's personnel are now aboard. Shops are opened, and traffic has begun to pass through. Meanwhile, the Tempest has nearly completed its planned upgrades. She will soon be ready for a shakedown run.

Mission Debriefing 6.11.17: Lapse will be a couple hours. The Tempest will have its patrol route set, and work will be underway to repair the shield emitters.

Mission Briefing 6.18.17: Was has been declared between the Tzenkethi Coalition and the Breen Confederacy, and Starfleet is on high alert. As assets are moved around to secure the Alpha Quadrant, the USS Tempest has been ordered to patrol the Aldebaran sector in case the True Federation look to take advantage. Meanwhile, Odyssey Station monitors fleet movements, keeping a close eye on the recently-upgraded Tempest.


IC Date: December 28, 2396 Time: 19:31:19
Star Trek Stardate: 73991.29
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Command Center, Ready Room

“Captains Log, Stardate 73991.29. While we have had a lax set up here at the station, we have settled into a routine. The crew has taken to their new jobs quickly, and admirably. It has been nearly a week since we made home here. Today we received an automated message from command that ordered all vessels and stations to maintain Yellow alert. And as is, here we sit at condition yellow.” He shifts in his chair, and takes a moment to drink some water.

He nods. “I did get a brief chance to discuss with Sully that in the event of an emergency here in the vicinity of the station he will be taking command of the Tempest while I will be staying aboard the station. He seemed to take to that idea nicely.”

“Upfit of the Tempest is moving along very quickly, shouldn’t be more than a few weeks before nearly all of our computer systems are updated, and hardware upgrades that can be completed without dry-dock are under weigh. Should be only a matter of time before it is completed. End log!”


IC Date: December 31, 2396 Time: 00:52:01
Star Trek Stardate: 73997.36
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 10, Soma Lounge

Oliver sat in the darkened Soma Lounge, a Copita-style glass in hand full of amber liquid. He swirled the liquid in the cup before taking a sip. “Oliver Savage’s personal log, Stardate 73997.36, but minutes away from the change of the year. Most people do not put stock in such things, but I believe in celebrating the survival of yet another year, another long term of dodging the impossible, and exploring the beautiful and alluring visage of space.” He said taking another sip.

“Bushmills, 2198. One of the oldest distilleries on earth. My father gave us bottles just about every New Year’s. I still have several in my storage but had a few shipped out to me here. Seemed fitting since it was about time that I was able to pull from my stock. It has only been sitting unclaimed for decades. My father would have enjoyed seeing this, his son being where he is. Commander of a Station, Captain of a Starship, Survivor.

He glanced over at the bottle, then holds up the glass. “To another year, to the adventure!” he said before draining the rest of the bottle. He glanced around at the empty and darkened lounge. The ship was all but empty aside from a few engineers still working on upgrades. “End Personal Log!”


IC Date: January 7, 2397 Time: 13:41:27
Star Trek Stardate: 74018.00 ST:AB Stardate: 11706.17
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Command Center (?), Oliver Savage Ready Room

Oliver stood set against a couple of large windows, looking out over the station. An Intrepid class vessel skims past in the distance on an outbound course. He watched the vessel as it began to increase in speed until finally stretching into the distance as she jumped to warp. Oliver thought to himself how much he enjoyed this. They had only been here for a few weeks but it was almost as if he was home.

“Computer begin duty log recording!” he said as he crossed the room to the replicator. “Hot Tea with Lemon and honey!” he said and watched as the teacup slowly shimmered into being. Taking the teacup into his hands, he breathed in the scent and steam off the teacup. A couple of beeps signaled the recording was beginning. “Captains log, Stardate 74018.00. Things got a bit dicey today, the USS Prague dropped into system a bit earlier than expected sighting engine problems for their early arrival. My suspicious nature with all things considered I took a cautious approach to the situation before just allowing them to come in to dock. Rightly so it would appear as they suffered a catastrophic failure in their Port Warp Nacelle.” He said walking back to the long set of windows.

“I find it rather peculiar; Warp Nacelles are a very tough cookie to crack so whatever caused this failure has me perplexed. Granted a spike in plasma to the Nacelle and a steady increase would potentially cause this. Typically, the Warp Coils would not be the cause, but judging by the damage and an initial look at the nacelle the damaged seemed to include the coils so it may have been a combination of things. Either way it feels that either there has been some neglect as far as her maintenance or sabotage.” He takes a drink from his tea. “The Security and Engineering department are still looking into it.”

“Sully and the Tempest are still out and about, though it appears that they have stopped and the USS Axiom has joined them which leads me to believe they have run into something of interest as the Axiom is a Science vessel. I am sure we will hear back from Sully and the Tempest before long. I’m glad that Sully has stopped to investigate, show’s he’s certainly got his priorities straight.”

He shifts a moment. “War now between the Tzenkethi Collation and the Breen. I have no love for either group but this is not a great thing considering the state of things as it is with the Federation. It makes me wonder if the True Federation is behind this, a diversion, a distraction. It would be just like them to start a conflict between these groups.”

“End log!” he said, and the image faded to darkness only to be replaced by a Starfleet Security Logo.
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Mission 44 – “Odyssey” - Part 5
Sim Date: June 24, 2017


Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Ensign Eldrida Trost – Councilor (CNS)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)
Ensign Sikkat - Engineering Officer (ENG)
CJ – Game Director (GD)

Notable NPC’s Used:
OPS_Torin – Operations Officer aboard Odyssey Station.
CEO-Nazira – Chief Engineering Office aboard USS Tempest


OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Just a reminder that I will not be at the next 2 Sim’s which leaves you in the capable hands of CJ and Commander Derringer. I hope you guys have some fun while I’m away.


Mission Briefing:
Odyssey Station continues to comb through the aftermath of an apparent malfunction in the USS Prague, which cause it's port nacelle to explode. Dr. Kestran and company see to the wounded in Sickbay while Ops combs through the data to determine the cause. Meanwhile, the Tempest is out on patrol, where it had discovered a gravimetric anomaly of some kind. Joined by another vessel, the Tempest investigated and found what appears to be a massive creature.

Mission Debrief :
Lapse will be 2 months. Nothing huge happens to the station. That said, if there are any projects any of you want to be working on during that time, please let me know via PM on the STAB forum and we'll work out what kind of progress was made.


IC Date: January 8, 2397 Time: 20:48:34
Star Trek Stardate: 74021.55 ST:AB Stardate: 11706.24
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Command Center, Ready Room

“Captain’s Duty Log, Stardate 74021.55. It’s been a mostly uneventful day… Wait, that’s not true!” he smiles broadly. “I took a visit to the Medical department to see how Elianna was settling in, emergency situation and all. While she seems a bit worried it seems like everything is going well thus far for her. Based on what I could see it looks like she’s got everything in hand. I think being land locked as it were may take some time to get used too. It’s a thing I suppose.” He leans back on the couch, laying back and sprawling out.

“Mr. Torin was able to provide some insight as to what happened with the Prague. It took me by surprise to say the least as I thought people stopped playing with Krieger waves after the last major accident. But never-the-less here we are with evidence of the use of them to damage the Prague. Or at least what our scans and forensics are telling us. It’s as good a reason as any that the ship lost its integrity over its port nacelle.” He pauses looking up at the ceiling. “I’m very curious when this happened and how far away someone could do something like this. I’m going to be asking Corky to take a look at this when he’s back with the Tempest. I want my best on it, as this could very well be the sign of a new Weapon.”

He shifted his gaze coming back down level with the camera. “The Tempest should be back before too long, they did part ways with the Axiom and went about continuing their patrol. It must not have been enough of a thing to make them lay over for too long. I’m looking forward to Sully’s report.” He shifted again this time falling over, laying down on the couch.

“Things seem to be settling out with the crew, no incidents, no one has tried to kill one another so that’s at least an answer to that prayer. I hope it can stay canned, and eventually just fade into history. Not exactly a shiny mark on anyone’s record. But then again not but a hand full of people can say they’ve traversed time and space and hung around and the balance was maintained. Or at least we think it is. I don’t know, I feel like something will punish us at some point. The whole Give and take, balance thing has a tendency to catch us when we least expect it!” he closed his eyes going silent for a long moment. “End Log!”
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IC Date: January 14, 2397 Time: 17:52:11
Star Trek Stardate: 74037.65
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Command Level, Ready Room


Oliver paced the room lost in thought as he usually was, his mind mulling over the coming months and trying to settle into some sort of rhythm. It certainly didn’t feel like they had found it yet, but it was close. The station was bustling with both Starfleet and Commercial activity so there was never a dull moment. Sully had just left having reported in after the Tempest’s patrol, the ship was safely tucked into her berthing and the she was sitting at standby. He could see the ship sitting in the distance at her dock at upper docking Pylon three, he had them switch it so he would always know where she was when she was in port.

"Computer Begin duty log!” he said and waited for the beep to signal it was ready to record.

“Captains log, Stardate 74037.65. The Tempest has returned this evening after their patrol mission essentially unscathed. Only a strange anomaly which was fascinating to say the least. Part of me is glad they came through that patrol mission unscathed. Sully is certainly capable but it’s always a nail biter when you send your Executive Office out on his own solo mission with your ship.” He continued to pace, and the camera followed. “I’m certain that Captain Phillips felt the same way when he left me on my first solo. Mine went about the same for the most part as Sully’s, uneventful.”

“The vessels upgrade and updates are coming along nicely, there were a few minor issues but nothing the engineering team couldn’t handle. There are some major updates and of course a ton more minor things to get done so the ship will continue to be an ongoing project. The Chief tells me that Ensign Sikkat has been doing a great job and has been pivotal in our upgrade progress in every step of the way. I’m glad to hear that he’s settling in well with the Engineering Staff and the crew as a whole.”

“We’ve seen an increase in commercial traffic, even just a few vessels that pop in system to see if there actually is a station here as we’ve had a about four vessels just drop from warp, take a peek into the system then continue on their way. Word is certainly getting around. Mr. Torin has figured we’ve seen a fifty-eight percent increase in civilian traffic.”

“Granted commerce is good and it shows that Starfleet is putting a good foot forward but it does worry me from a security standpoint. I’ve asked our security teams to increase their presence and randomize the guard rotations so were not to become too predictable. He also informed me that repairs are progressing on the Prague, we should have them back up and running in a few more days. Were just waiting on Tug bringing a replacement nacelle.”

“All in all, quiet and progressive, not a bad start if you ask me. End Log.” He stops pacing and heads for the door as the camera fades to black.
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IC Date: January 19, 2397 Time: 18:01:59
Star Trek Stardate: 74051.37
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Oliver Savage’s Quarters




Oliver sawed at the piece of chicken on his plate, using it to gather up some marinara sauce before tucking it away in his mouth, chewing. Music lightly played in the background, it had a sort of jazzy sound to it, a woman was singing a relaxing tune. Caro Emerald was her name, it was something light he liked to listen too when he just wanted to mellow out, it had been a long day of meetings, and planning. The station continued to get busy, and there was always something to do.

When he had taken to command he thought being the leader of a Starship was a lot of work, now it was Politics on a whole new level on top of an even bigger crew to lead. He was under the impression he was doing a decent job as things seemed to be going smoothly. No major incidents as of yet which was something he thought to be proud of.

As he was raising another bit of the chicken Parm to his mouth the computer began beeping. “Incoming Transmission!”

Oliver set the fork and knife down ran a cloth napkin across his lips to wipe away any sign of the marinara and stood moving across the room as the computer chimmed again. “Incoming Transmission.” He hit the key next to the monitor on the wall and held it long enough to get a security scan.

A familiar face graced the screen. “Hello Oliver, just wanted to reach out directly regarding your request for leave.” Admiral Glenn said.

Oliver nodded. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to call back, unless this is a rejection speech.” he shrugged. “Either way I appreciate it.”

“Just the way I like to do things.” He said nodding. “I’m not calling to reject your request, your approved as long as you don’t mind a pseudo working Vacation?”

Oliver shook his head. “No, not at all. What did you have in mind?”

“Wanted to give you a chance to meet some of the new Admiralty, lot of face changes here in the brass obviously. He offered. “There are some briefings I’d like you to attend to update you on Starfleet Security Protocols, and some other up and coming changes in policy. Might as well if you’re going to be on earth. You’re going to Oregon?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, I bought my family estate back. Figured while things are not crazy around here it might do me some good to visit home and maybe see about cleaning the place up. Put some furniture back in there.”

The Admiral Nodded. “Very good, might do you some good to take an actual vacation even if it’s a short one.”

Oliver nodded. “You sure it’s alright, if it’s too soon for me to take time away I can postpone.” He said. “I wouldn’t be upset over it.”

“Your good Oliver, enjoy the time and I’ll see you here when it’s time. I’ll have my aid send you the itinerary of the meetings and any information in particulars you might need to know. Make sure you pack your dress uniform.”

Oliver’s frowned, “You’re going to make me go to something formal, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone was more playful than actual disappointment.

The Admiral nodded. “Yup, see you soon. Glenn out!” he said. Oliver could see a hint of a grin appear as the image faded. At least the guy seemed to have a sense of humor even if he tried hard to hide it. He glanced over at his bags sitting on the couch, and his Dress Uniform which was laying across the back of the couch. Something had told him he might end up needing the thing, he was right.

He slowly settled back down at the table, pressing the communicator sitting on the table near his plate. “Savage to Derringer!”

It took a moment but Sully’s voice called back. “Yeah!”

“I got my leave approved. I’m going to be heading back to Earth tonight. Whole kitten caboodle is in your hands now. Please try not to blow up anything or start any intergalactic wars while I’m gone.” He said with a slight grin.

“Right, Bye.” He heard sully say as the channel abruptly closed.

Oliver shrugged and went back to enjoying his dinner. Soon he would be on a Runabout heading back home.
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IC Date: January 25, 2397 Time: 08:27:22
Star Trek Stardate: 74066.71
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, Oregon, Rogue River Valley



Oliver took in a deep breath as the hovercar sped away down the forest rode, the trees swayed in the wind gently and rustled dropping leaves. While he was still in his uniform, that familiar chill brought back so many memories of home. He stared at the metal gate that barred his path, the panel was dark. The two lantern style light is hanging on either side were lit providing illumination in the still growing light of the day.

"It's been a long time." He muttered to himself as he approached the gate. He was certain a sensor detected his approach as the maglock on the gate came to life prompting for a handprint. He glanced through the gate, much of the vegetation had become overgrown, and he could not even see the house from the gate, granted that was a challenge even when it was well groomed. He slipped his hand onto the security pad, and it took a moment but it beeped and then released. The gates slowly swung open with the groan of aged hinges.

Slowly he pressed forward heading slowly up the driveway, the cobblestone would need repairing as vegetation had ravaged its once smooth surface, but it was manageable. You could still make out the red and dark gray brick's. His father had laid those by hand, took him nearly four months to do the entire drive.

As he slowly began to climb the gentle hill that lead around a bend toward the home it slowly came into view. It had not changed nearly as much as the landscape had; it stood the testament of time. The property had been in his family for generations, his ancestors had settled this area in the 1830's and most in some form or fashion had stayed in the area. Their plots of land combined afforded them a rather large estate. Now only the main estate remained. Even part of the original foundation was still in use, granted more as storage than anything it was a part of history the family kept in tact despite wars and other untimely incidents it remained.

The front door was not entirely original but it was hand made sometime in the 1900's and had been another long standing part of the home, it was finely crafted from a Port Orford Cedar tree. He approached the door and a sensor hidden away above the ceiling detected his approach and he could hear the audible click as the door unlatched at his approach and slowly swung inward.

Oliver smiled as the scent of wood, and varnish assaulted his nose as he pressed onward into the old home, a large staircase graced the main entrance which lead upwards splitting half way up the two store entry, while dusty it was still a welcome sight. The lights slowly came on as he stepped further in, he could hear fans and other things within the home coming to life.

"I see you found your way." A familiar voice came from behind, causing an echo in the nearly empty building.

Oliver slowly turned to find a familiar face standing at the base of the porch stairs. He slowly set down his bags, and turned fully. "Didn't honestly think I'd see you here." He said, his voice draining of what was happiness. "You made it very clear that you all didn't want to see me!' He crossed his arms and leaned against the door jam now staring at his sister intently.

"I told you we needed time!" She said glancing away down the driveway.

He nodded. "You did say that, this is true. Didn't honestly think I'd see you this soon."

"Well I still get the Security System alerts." She said and waved to two approaching security officers. "It's good, just the new owner!'

"Very well, have a good evening miss." One of them said and they both turned and headed back down the drive.

"You could have at least called ahead." She said turning back to him.

He nodded. "Didn't honestly think it would have mattered right now. Sorry if I gave you a scare." He said turning and picking up his things once again, he headed for the stairs heading slowly up listening to the wood creak, some things never changed.

"You could have at least given me the option." She said following him but keeping her distance. "You know you didn't have to buy the place." She said as he arrived at the top and stopped, she did as well.

He nodded. "I'm well aware." He looked around and then continued turning left heading towards the master bedroom. "I wanted too." He said as he stopped to peer into doors as he made his way down the hall. He noted she had come to the stop at the top of the stairs. "Besides, it was the least I could do to help."

She nodded. "It's been difficult but manageable."

He nodded, as he stopped at his own room where he had spent much of his childhood. He stepped in looking around for a moment. He smiled, before turning back and stepping back into the hall, he continued his trek and she followed keeping her distance.

"This isn't easy you know!' She said flatly.

He slowly pushed open the door to the large bedroom; his bed and much of his belongings were present as he had them brought here from storage. He set his bags down near the door and walked over and picked up a furniture moving anti-gravity kit. "Believe me I know." He said. "Imagine being in my shoes, on top of what you've experienced." He said going about attaching the antigravity device to a dresser, which lifted seamlessly off the ground when activated. "Friends and family dead, over twenty years gone in a blink. Nearly killed on a few occasions. Just to be shunned by your family to top it all off." He settled the dresser, and then started to take his uniform jacket off.

"You were dead!" She said flatly.

"Yes I know!" He said before turning to pick up a box, he began stacking boxes of things on the top of his dresser. "That is very apparent, but after all you've all lost." He stopped after setting a box down. "I'd think you'd be happy and excited to have someone back from the dead. So much was taken from everyone during the time we were gone. So much loss! You get something back and..." He stopped, and returned to the pile of things picking up another box.

"I know it’s not easy for you, we just need time." She said.

He nodded. "I respect that. But it's not going to stop me from trying to reconnect." He said flatly, as he set another box down.

She held up a hand. "I'm all for that, but you have to understand both Mom and Rachael are in a fragile state. Mom's memory is gone, and Rachael is on the edge all the time. I don't know if they could handle your coming back to life!"

Oliver stood staring down at the pile of boxes for a long moment, silence hung between them. "I get it, but how do you know that it won’t help."

"Because the doctor says so. I have not seen Rach in three years. Not since her last episode. Mom does not even recognize me anymore. She keeps expecting dad to come walking in with the groceries. She keeps getting worse and worse, both of them do!"

"And how is me staying away going to keep that from getting worse?" He asked sharply.

"They are both emotionally and mentally compromised Ollie. It could send them both over the edge. Go, talk to Doctor Pearson, she will tell you. Just don't go in there without consulting the doctor first." She said somberly. "I can't stop you; I'm just trying to prevent from making things worse. Just be prepared for what you’re going to see." She turned to leave but stopped. "I'm glad your back Ollie, we just need time to cope with the fact that your back." She said and then turned left.

He watched her leave, slowly fading down the hall and then down the stairs. He could hear the door close and lock on her exit. It echoed in more than just the house. He let out a long deep sigh before turning to his bed. He shook his head, turned, and fell back onto it, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear the wind outside, and the tell tale sound of rain, it was another thing he missed about home. You could always tell the rain was coming, and what kind of Storm it was bringing with it here. Unfortunately, it would not let him predict what kind of storm life was bringing to him. He and his sister had always been at odds, but this was one moment when he could agree with her. It was delicate. He could not rush it, it just had to happen.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:52 pm

IC Date: January 25, 2397 Time: 08:27:22
Star Trek Stardate: 74066.71
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, Oregon, Rogue River Valley



Oliver took in a deep breath as the hovercar sped away down the forest rode, the trees swayed in the wind gently and rustled dropping leaves. While he was still in his uniform, that familiar chill brought back so many memories of home. He stared at the metal gate that barred his path, the panel was dark. The two lantern style light is hanging on either side were lit providing illumination in the still growing light of the day.

"It's been a long time." He muttered to himself as he approached the gate. He was certain a sensor detected his approach as the maglock on the gate came to life prompting for a handprint. He glanced through the gate, much of the vegetation had become overgrown, and he could not even see the house from the gate, granted that was a challenge even when it was well groomed. He slipped his hand onto the security pad, and it took a moment but it beeped and then released. The gates slowly swung open with the groan of aged hinges.

Slowly he pressed forward heading slowly up the driveway, the cobblestone would need repairing as vegetation had ravaged its once smooth surface, but it was manageable. You could still make out the red and dark gray brick's. His father had laid those by hand, took him nearly four months to do the entire drive.

As he slowly began to climb the gentle hill that lead around a bend toward the home it slowly came into view. It had not changed nearly as much as the landscape had; it stood the testament of time. The property had been in his family for generations, his ancestors had settled this area in the 1830's and most in some form or fashion had stayed in the area. Their plots of land combined afforded them a rather large estate. Now only the main estate remained. Even part of the original foundation was still in use, granted more as storage than anything it was a part of history the family kept in tact despite wars and other untimely incidents it remained.

The front door was not entirely original but it was hand made sometime in the 1900's and had been another long standing part of the home, it was finely crafted from a Port Orford Cedar tree. He approached the door and a sensor hidden away above the ceiling detected his approach and he could hear the audible click as the door unlatched at his approach and slowly swung inward.

Oliver smiled as the scent of wood, and varnish assaulted his nose as he pressed onward into the old home, a large staircase graced the main entrance which lead upwards splitting half way up the two store entry, while dusty it was still a welcome sight. The lights slowly came on as he stepped further in, he could hear fans and other things within the home coming to life.

"I see you found your way." A familiar voice came from behind, causing an echo in the nearly empty building.

Oliver slowly turned to find a familiar face standing at the base of the porch stairs. He slowly set down his bags, and turned fully. "Didn't honestly think I'd see you here." He said, his voice draining of what was happiness. "You made it very clear that you all didn't want to see me!' He crossed his arms and leaned against the door jam now staring at his sister intently.

"I told you we needed time!" She said glancing away down the driveway.

He nodded. "You did say that, this is true. Didn't honestly think I'd see you this soon."

"Well I still get the Security System alerts." She said and waved to two approaching security officers. "It's good, just the new owner!'

"Very well, have a good evening miss." One of them said and they both turned and headed back down the drive.

"You could have at least called ahead." She said turning back to him.

He nodded. "Didn't honestly think it would have mattered right now. Sorry if I gave you a scare." He said turning and picking up his things once again, he headed for the stairs heading slowly up listening to the wood creak, some things never changed.

"You could have at least given me the option." She said following him but keeping her distance. "You know you didn't have to buy the place." She said as he arrived at the top and stopped, she did as well.

He nodded. "I'm well aware." He looked around and then continued turning left heading towards the master bedroom. "I wanted too." He said as he stopped to peer into doors as he made his way down the hall. He noted she had come to the stop at the top of the stairs. "Besides, it was the least I could do to help."

She nodded. "It's been difficult but manageable."

He nodded, as he stopped at his own room where he had spent much of his childhood. He stepped in looking around for a moment. He smiled, before turning back and stepping back into the hall, he continued his trek and she followed keeping her distance.

"This isn't easy you know!' She said flatly.

He slowly pushed open the door to the large bedroom; his bed and much of his belongings were present as he had them brought here from storage. He set his bags down near the door and walked over and picked up a furniture moving anti-gravity kit. "Believe me I know." He said. "Imagine being in my shoes, on top of what you've experienced." He said going about attaching the antigravity device to a dresser, which lifted seamlessly off the ground when activated. "Friends and family dead, over twenty years gone in a blink. Nearly killed on a few occasions. Just to be shunned by your family to top it all off." He settled the dresser, and then started to take his uniform jacket off.

"You were dead!" She said flatly.

"Yes I know!" He said before turning to pick up a box, he began stacking boxes of things on the top of his dresser. "That is very apparent, but after all you've all lost." He stopped after setting a box down. "I'd think you'd be happy and excited to have someone back from the dead. So much was taken from everyone during the time we were gone. So much loss! You get something back and..." He stopped, and returned to the pile of things picking up another box.

"I know it’s not easy for you, we just need time." She said.

He nodded. "I respect that. But it's not going to stop me from trying to reconnect." He said flatly, as he set another box down.

She held up a hand. "I'm all for that, but you have to understand both Mom and Rachael are in a fragile state. Mom's memory is gone, and Rachael is on the edge all the time. I don't know if they could handle your coming back to life!"

Oliver stood staring down at the pile of boxes for a long moment, silence hung between them. "I get it, but how do you know that it won’t help."

"Because the doctor says so. I have not seen Rach in three years. Not since her last episode. Mom does not even recognize me anymore. She keeps expecting dad to come walking in with the groceries. She keeps getting worse and worse, both of them do!"

"And how is me staying away going to keep that from getting worse?" He asked sharply.

"They are both emotionally and mentally compromised Ollie. It could send them both over the edge. Go, talk to Doctor Pearson, she will tell you. Just don't go in there without consulting the doctor first." She said somberly. "I can't stop you; I'm just trying to prevent from making things worse. Just be prepared for what you’re going to see." She turned to leave but stopped. "I'm glad your back Ollie, we just need time to cope with the fact that your back." She said and then turned left.

He watched her leave, slowly fading down the hall and then down the stairs. He could hear the door close and lock on her exit. It echoed in more than just the house. He let out a long deep sigh before turning to his bed. He shook his head, turned, and fell back onto it, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear the wind outside, and the tell tale sound of rain, it was another thing he missed about home. You could always tell the rain was coming, and what kind of Storm it was bringing with it here. Unfortunately, it would not let him predict what kind of storm life was bringing to him. He and his sister had always been at odds, but this was one moment when he could agree with her. It was delicate. He could not rush it, it just had to happen.
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:53 pm

IC Date: January 27, 2397 Time: 13:00:27
Star Trek Stardate: 74072.71
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, Oregon, Rogue River Valley, Rogue River Valley Care Community



Oliver sat waiting in Doctor Pearson's office, she was out making her rounds and his call was sudden and unplanned but they were good about accommodating random visitors. In recent years it had become more common, the facility had taken in their fair share of people who needed to be cared for after the last several conflicts not to mention just the general aging of people. While most people could be cared for well at home, this was a place for people who had to have constant care.

A young woman entered and crossed the room toward him holding out a hand. He stood and shook it. "Hello Oliver, it's very nice to meet you finally."

"Glad you've got the option." He said with a smile, and settled back down into the chair as she moved to sit.

She smiled and activated her computer as she settled into her chair. "Your sister mentioned you might be coming by, she hoped I would be able to explain things so that you might understand why seeing your mother and Rachael might be bad for them." She shifted in her chair as she brought up something on her computer.

"I think I do understand, It's more that I disagree with the reasoning. My sister told me shortly after we came back that our loss is what triggered my mothers fall, she lost so much that she just couldn't take it anymore. It broke her." He said.

Doctor Pearson nodded, "That is essentially an accurate assessment. I started seeing your mother shortly after your family lost your father. She was already troubled, things were very uncertain and with two of your sisters in the fleet it was just as bad. Not knowing if they were going to come back. She was having a terrible time with it. They had just lost you not but a year before. Then Rachael was nearly killed, it was just too much for your mother to handle."

Oliver shifted uneasy in his chair. "It does not help that I was sitting out there frozen in time and space, no one was here to help her through it."

"Your sisters tried their best, but in the end things just got too much for them."

"Which is probably when they cleared out and sold our family estate." He said, nodding.

The doctor nodded knowingly. "Sad to be certain, but I understand you purchased it back from the relator company?"

"I did."

"Was it good to be back home? I assume you are staying there now?"

He nodded. "Yes, it was nice to be back home."

"But?"

"But it was empty, a home that used to be teeming with life, so many memories. It just feels empty now." He said.

"Well now you have the opportunity to fill it again, make new memories." Doctor Pearson said.

"I Don't know. Part of me feels like buying it back was a mistake. I'm only here for a short time. I've no family to fill it with of my own. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I bought it. Other than I knew the money would go to my sister who's been paying for my mother and sister's care."

"If anything that should mean something."

"Do you honestly think my seeing my mother and sister would be detrimental?" He asked with all seriousness.

She slowly shook her head. "I'm not sure, the mind is a fascinating thing. It could help or it could make things far worse." She said. "The choice is ultimately up to you."

"I want to see them!" He said without hesitation. "They deserve to know that I'm not dead. If I was them, I wouldn't believe it without seeing it. People just don't come back from the dead everyday."

"Okay," Doctor Pearson said, and stood. "I thought as much." She gestured to the door. "Which one would you like to visit first?" She asked.

"My mother!" He said again without hesitation.

He followed as she lead the way out of the room, and down the hall. "I will get one of the nurses to standby just in case." She said as they moved down the hall, and entered a lift. "Level Eight!" She said. The lift rose in silence as they ascended quickly. "You certain you want to do this?" She asked glancing over at him.

He was looking at the floor for a moment trying to decide, though doubts were there he knew he needed to do this. "Yes, I'm certain!"

The lift doors parted to an open-air courtyard, for a moment Oliver thought he might be outside but it was an atrium full of plant life. He glanced around at the plant life as they exited; it was like walking into neighborhood.

“We try to give our residence a comfortable community environment to live in, it helps with the transition.” Doctor Pearson said.

He simply nodded following her as they threaded their way past homes. “Nice place!”

“I’d like to think so.” She said offering a smile as she turned and stopped. “Here we are.” She turned and pressed a key at the side of the door. “Ms. Savage, it’s Doctor Pearson.” She waited.

“Come in!” a familiar voice called.

The door parted, and he followed the doctor in he was greeted by the familiar smell of Chamomile tea, and mint. A smile slowly spread on his lips, the sound of a broken glass brought his attention around. His mother had aged, almost to the point he did not recognize her. Over twenty years had passed, and through all the trials they had been through the one thing that remained, the same was her eyes.

“My god, your finally home.” She said rushing forward. She hugged him tightly; he could remember her smell as if it was yesterday. She always wore the same perfume. He could feel her sobbing. “My boy,” she said pulling away cupping his face in her hands. “Where have you been.” She said.

“It’s a long story.” He said then hugged her again for a long moment.

The doctor moved to the door. “I will leave you two to catch up, if you need me for any reason, just hit the call button.” She said pointing to the blue button next to the door. She smiled and exited.

“Um, would you like something to drink.” His mother asked pulling away. She retreated to the kitchen swiftly picking up a towel. He was certain she was wiping the tears from her eyes.

“No, I’m fine but thank you.”

“I’m going to…” she said, he could hear her opening cabinets.

He glanced around and noticed that the glass that had fallen was now gone, which caused an eyebrow to rise. “Take your time mom.” He said.

She came walking back out of with another glass of water. “How.” She said slowly lowering herself down onto the couch.

He slowly sat reaching out to hold her hand. “We were on an exploration mission, we ran into a planet with a strange anomaly. Something happened and we were… well there is still speculation as to what happened but according to Starfleet Medical and our own Medical teams we were held in stasis.”

“For over twenty years?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you come sooner!” she said, there was a sharp tone to her voice.

“It’s complicated.” He said.

“No it’s your sister!” she said sharply.

He nodded. “Partially yes. Partially duty.”

She took a drink and leaned back against the couch. “Have you been to see your sister Racheal yet?” she asked. “She’s delicate.”

He nodded. “So I’ve been told.”

“Try not to stare at her injury; she’s very conscious about it.”

He nodded again. “You seem well despite what I’ve been told.” He said.

She nodded this time. “I’m having a good day. Not all are like this.”

“Is it really that bad?” She did not answer she just stared at him. He let it hang for a moment to see if she was going to respond. He honestly did not expect her to answer. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s very nice here. I didn’t like it at first, but it’s grown on me.”

“Good I’m glad.” He said.

“Have you caught up with any of your old friends, what about that lady friend of yours?” she asked.

He nodded. “I did talk to Harold Creed, he’s one of the few of my Academy friends that survived to retire from Starfleet. I got the chance to talk to Lori but not Gabby. Apparently she’s all grown up and off on her own Starfleet Career now.”

“Why haven’t you spoken to Gabby?” his mother gave him a look of curiosity. “I know Lori moved on, took her a long time. She and Gabby used to come visit me for the longest time. Gabby used to think you would walk through the door any minute. When Lori finally decided it was time to move on even Gabby continued to come visit from time to time, and even once in a while when she was at the Academy.”

He opened his mouth to say something then stopped not sure what to say, he was at a loss for words.

“You didn’t know?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “No. Lori never said anything about it.”

“You should talk to Gabby soon!”

He nodded. “I will do that as soon as I have some time.” He let out a deep sigh. “I’m still catching up on everything so it’s been troublesome to figure out what to do first.”

“Did you retire from the Fleet?” She asked gesturing to his civilian cloths.

He shook his head. “No,” he frowned. “What would make you think I would have retired?”

“After being gone this long, Starfleet took you away from us, I just thought you would be done with them now!” she said, her voice seemed to convey hope.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t blame Starfleet. I chose this life, and it comes with risk.”

“Don’t tell me about risk!” she said suddenly, her angry flared. “Starfleet’s taken almost my whole family!”

He frowned. “I know.”

“No you don’t!” she said sharply.

“I understand that you feel that way, but this is the life I chose. I’m not done yet, and now of all times with things the way they are I cannot leave.” He said.

“Of course you can. Come home Ollie!” she said.

He shook his head. “It’s not time yet!”

“When, when will it be time!” she asked.

“I don’t know yet.”

She frowned. “Please Ollie, I cannot think about losing you once again.”

“You’re not going to!” he said.

He shook his head standing. “You cannot know that!” she said forcefully.

He looked down at the carpeted floor for a long moment. “I know it seems that way but I do know.” He offered her a lighthearted smile. “This is what I was meant to do. If death was coming for me, we both know that it will find me. But my destiny is not yet come due.”

She regarded him for a long moment. “Will you visit?”

He nodded. “As often as I can.”

“You should visit your sister.” She said squeezing his hand. “Just...” she stopped then stood and hugged him tightly. “Stay in touch, come visit me before you leave would you?”

“I will. Love you mother.”

And I you.” She said patting him on the chest. She blinked looking at where her hand was. “You’re wearing it again?” she slowly reached up and fished out the necklace that was hidden away under his shirt, she smiled eyeing the cross. “We thought you gave up on this.”

“Let’s just say recent events have made me rethink a lot of things.” He said, and then hugged her again. “Love you!” he said. She walked with him toward the door. “See you again soon!”

He nodded, and stepped out allowing the door to shut behind him. He turned and spotted Doctor Pearson sitting on a nearby bench. She looked up and stood, walking over to him.

“That went way better than I expected.” She said.

He nodded. “Indeed. Can I see my sister?”

She nodded, and pointed to the next-door down. “Right next door.” She held up a hand halting him. “You should be prepared for what you’re going to see.”

His eyebrow rose, “What do you mean?”

“She was badly injured, and not all of her injuries could be healed. Partially because of the length of time it took rescue crews to get to her.”

He nodded and walked towards the door, it slid aside at his approach, which caught him off guard. Inside he could see a large open space, and at the center was a biobed around which was a lot of medical equipment and a couple of nurses. He hesitated, but started into the room as one of the nurses turned to see who was standing at the door. “Is now a bad time?” he asked as he stepped in.

“Your fine, please come in!” she said.

He entered and paused at the door for a moment before starting towards the biobed. He clearly was not prepared from what he saw; unlike his mother, she had not changed much it was still his little sister. Despite her injuries, she looked serine. Resting comfortably. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s having a rough morning but all in all well.” The woman said, running a medical probe over her. “She’s been sleeping for a while now she will probably wake soon.”

“What’s the extent of her injuries?” he asked, though he did not have to he recognized plasma burns and vacuum exposure when he saw it. He saw many of those types of injuries back at Lyshan, and throughout his time in Starfleet.

She gave him a quizzical look, “She sustain plasma burns to about thirty seven percent of her body, and was in a space that explosively decompressed.” The nurse paused for a moment checking the readings on one of her devices. “She’s a fighter, she held on until the space decompressed and was able to claw her way out of the area and back into atmosphere. She saved many of her shipmates.”

He stared at his sister for a long moment. “She always wanted to be a hero. Kept making me help her tie a cape on when she was younger. We cut mask out of one of mom’s sheet’s once. She was hopping mad.” The Nurse smiled.

“No one tells that story but my brother. And my brother is dead!” the voice was raspy but it was clearly his sisters voice.

He moved closer to the bed, her one good eye that was not covered fluttered open. “I came back to life.”

“Ollie?” she asked.

“Yeah Rach, it’s me.” He said and took her hand. He could hear her heartrate spike; despite her injuries, she was strong. She pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly. She began to cry, sobbing heavily and holding him even tighter. They stayed that way for a long time. He could smell the scent of antiseptics, and medicines on her. He was not sure how much time had passed when she finally started to let him go. He stood there regarding her for a moment, she was looking away.

“When did you get back?” she asked.

“A few months ago.”

“You’re just now coming to see us?” she asked looking back at him. She wiped away the tears with her blanket.

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you had your reasons.” She said softly, she seemed to be suddenly drained of energy. “I’m glad you came!”

“I’m glad you’re still here. I was told you nearly did not survive. What did I tell you about being a hero!”

“Not to be!” she said.

He smiled. “I’m proud of you sis.” He said squeezing her hand.

“Ollie…” she said, her voice was weak.

“What is it Rachael?” he asked, concern flooding his voice.

The Nurse looked up from her station and rushed over just as she began convulsing, she shook hard and he was trying to help hold her steady when the nurse pushed him away. “Back away.” She said sharply.

He stood back and could only watch as she shook, and began to foam at the mouth. Her entire body tense. It looked to be getting worse and worse when she finally stopped and her body went limp. The nurse checked her vitals and administered a hypo, then checked her vitals again.

“Is she alright?” he asked concerned.

The Nurse nodded. “Yes, she has these episodes from time to time. She will sleep for several hours now.”

Oliver could feel his chest tighten, he could feel that welling desire to break down and cry but he took in a sharp breath. “Okay.” He said. “Thank you!” He turned and started for the door.

“You should come back and visit. That’s the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.” The nurse said.

“I will try and get back when I can.”

He exited the room and walked out into the courtyard, and started heading for the lift. He could hear the footsteps of the good doctor Pearson falling into step with him. “Are you alright Oliver?”

He shook his head. “No, but I will be. Thank you for the visit doctor.” He said stepping into the lift. She stopped taking the hint and letting the doors close to leave him alone in the lift. “Ground level!” he said.
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:53 pm

IC Date: February 8, 2379 Time: 09:00:00
Star Trek Stardate: 74105.13
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, California, Starfleet Command



Oliver stepped out of the shuttle, pulling his uniform tight. The salt air from San Francisco bay teased at his nose, and the wind tugged at his hair. He had let it grow out a bit since coming back home. He had made sure that it was well groomed but he knew that the wind would undo that quickly. It had been a long while since he had been here. The last time he had actually remembered being here was when he graduated command school which did not seem all that long ago but it had not changed much. The place was bustling with cadets, and Starfleet Officers rushing to meetings or classes.

A familiar face appeared threading its way through the crowd. “Hello Admiral.” He said extending a hand. The Admiral took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Welcome back to Earth Oliver. Glad you could make the trip.” Admiral Glenn said gesturing towards a distant building. “How has your visit gone thus far?”

He started walking in the direction the Admiral gestured toward; he hesitated to respond for a moment trying to collect his thoughts on the subject. “As well as expected. Maybe in some ways better I suppose.” He said as they walked in step.

“That’s good, sorry it couldn’t be an all-inclusive shore leave. However, it is good you are here. We are heading to a briefing and then off to a luncheon. Lots of people anxious to meet you if the opportunity arises.”

“Something happen?” he asked as the entered the building and turned right into a lift.

The Admiral Nodded, “Where about to get the particulars here in a few moments.”

Oliver nodded, and stepped off the lift staying in step with the Admiral as they made their way down a long quiet hall. As they entered one of the many conference room, he looked around and did not recognize anyone that was present. A couple of people came up and shook his hand introducing themselves, including a last minute addition to the meeting a half Klingon hybrid he had met many years ago back at Utopia Planitia.

“Please take your seats!” a woman’s voice called over the intercom. Oliver watched as another familiar face entered and crossed the room heading for the podium. The Starfleet Commander in Chief.

“Thank you all for coming. We’ve got some important items to go over so I’ll get right to it.” The man said. “As you know a conflict has begun between the Tzenkethi and the Breen. In the last several weeks, this conflict has begun to spiral into something far worse than just a skirmish. The Breen have laid siege to the Free Haven colony the loss of life has been reported as considerable.”

The Admiral took a moment to pull up an image on the screen displaying the space between the two species territories. “As you can see, the level of activity between the two has increased considerably.” He said gesturing as all the locations of known engagements came up. “Thus far the two have been evenly matched but that could change at any time.”

“Do we think Section 31 and the True Federation are behind these hostilities?” someone asked.

The admiral touched his finger to his nose. “Which is why we’ve placed Starfleet on high alert as a standing order. Granted these two have been at odds for a long while and certainly off and on but it’s too convenient not to be something 31’s cooked up or had brewing.”

Admiral Glenn stood. “We’ve also seen a building up in forces within the True Federation. While they have not entirely made any advances, they are certainly gearing up for something. Intelligence is pointing to something that is coming but on specific time on when it is coming. We’re watching carefully.” He said before sitting back down.

“Admiral Glenn is correct, we’ve seen an escalation in the True Federation’s vessel construction, and deployment of forces which at the moment just point to a defensive posturing but it certainly is a sign of what may be coming.”

“What is Starfleet doing about it?” someone asked from down the table.

“We are doing our best to increase production, recruitment, and likewise deploying forces to counter them but were also trying to put extra ships out near the Breen and Tzenkethi conflict to try and keep it from spilling over. We’ve been sending diplomatic envoys and so far both are turning them down.”

“What about on the True Federation front? What’s Starfleet doing there?” Oliver asked.

“At this time Captain diplomatic efforts are tenuous, as they have essentially blocked every effort to negotiate and when we do have a chance to sit down with them there demands are outrageous and a waste of resources and energy so for the time being it’s all posturing.” The Admiral said. “That’s about it for this briefing, unless anyone has any other questions?” the Admiral glanced around the room, and when no one spoke up he nodded. “Dismissed!”

Oliver stood along with the rest of the brass around the table, and everyone began filing out. He turned to start heading for the exit, but stopped as the Starfleet Commander in Chief intercepted him. “Admiral.” He gave a nod.

“Captain Savage, glad you could join us. How are things shaping up on Odyssey?” he asked.

“Things are coming together really quickly, our civilian presence is increasing. All in all everything seems to be going well. Updates to the Tempest are progressing, but at some point, we may need to take her offline to do hardware upgrades but other than that everything is going very well.”

“That’s great to hear, I’ve appreciated the details in your logs and the updates. Just let us know and we’ll get whatever equipment you need out there.” The admiral glanced towards the door as his aid got his attention. “That’s my queue, enjoy your leave while you can Mr. Savage.” He said nodding as he made his exit.

“Thank you Admiral.” He said watching him leave.

A clap on the shoulder from Admiral Glenn brought his attention back around. “Never a bad thing to have the attention of the CNC.”

“Indeed.” He said. “What’s next on the agenda?”

“Your free till tonight, there’s a dinner I’d like you to attend. There are a few people there that would be good to meet with and get to know, they might be able to assist you through the civilian channels.”

“Gotcha, what time?”

“Sixteen Hundred.” Admiral Glenn said. “See you then.”
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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 29, 2017 10:12 am

IC Date: February 13, 2379 Time: 11:01:21
Star Trek Stardate: 74119.06
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, Oregon, Rogue River Valley

Oliver ran through the trees, following an old path. One he had run so many times in his youth, he still ran in the holodeck but it was not the same as it was to run for real. The river was so much more natural than here than it was on the holodeck. The air felt cold against his bare skin but it felt good, invigorating.
He could hear the wind whipping through the trees above as he continued to run down the trail. He barely noted the sound of a second set of footfalls until they were right next to him. He hazard a glance at the sudden appearance of the new comer. Though it was a surprise to see anyone on this particular trail, he figured it was not exactly hidden either. He slowed as she sped on passing him with a coy smile.
He slowed his stride watching her disappear around the bend in the distance, and then came to a stop before going around the bend himself. His curiosity was certainly piqued at the appearance of this person on his trail. Slowly jogging in place, he made his way around the bend into a familiar clearing. It was overgrown but familiar; the woods had pushed nearly all the way to the small cove. He settled down onto a large moss covered rock pulling his shoes off when a head bobbed to the surface of the cover, draped with dirty blonde hair.
“Hello.” She said, her voice was familiar but he could not place it.
“Hello yourself.” He said as he took off his shoes, then he leaned back on the rock. “Not used to seeing other people on this trail.”
“That’s because you’ve not been here in a long time. Someone had to take care of your trail for you.” She said as she tread water.
“True enough. I have been gone for ages. Couple of decades really so I suppose it’s great that someone is looking after my trail.” He leaned back onto the rock, looking up at the sky through the trees. “It’s grown a bit.”
“Yeah, that kind of happens if trails are not run. Mother nature tends to take things back.” She said, now floating on her back.
“What turned you on to this place?” he asked.
“Well I was asked to look into a specific Captain in Starfleet by some influential people.” She said. “I looked a bit deeper than most I suppose. You had a few school mates that you used to run with that told me about this place. I took a long time to find it, and then it was just some place I had to go. I found I enjoyed it and seen what you obviously see in it.”
He smiled, “Aw, and who do you work for? FNN?” he asked.
“Not exactly. Does it matter?” she asked.
He nodded. “I see. So is this a recruitment or an Interview?”
“Bit of both really.” She said.
He could not help but laugh aloud; it was a deep belly laugh.
She could not help but smile. “What’s so funny?”
“Irony of the situation I suppose.” He pointed up to the sky. “That cloud looks like a Starbase.”
She looked up, and shielded her eyes with a hand. “Indeed, it does.” She glanced back down and gave him a quizzical look.
He pointed off to another cloud. “That one looks like a Klingon’s ridges.”
She looked up again, and chuckled. “Yes, it does. Do you do this all the time?”
“What you’ve never taken a breath and just looked up to the sky and let your imagination take hold?” he said.
“No, cannot say I ever have.”
He regarded her for a long moment and frowned. “You missed out!” he said, and then stood, and stripped off his shirt and slowly waded into the cool water. “Used to love just sitting here or floating in this little cove and looking up at the sky as a kid and just imagining what was out there.”
“Now you don’t have to do that, you get to live it.” She said.
He kept his distance not entirely trusting her. “Indeed. The life of a Starfleet Officer!”
“Do you regret it?”
He shook his head, as he slowly swam out to the rocks near the falls. “Not one bit.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He chuckled. “I know, given everything that’s happened lately and while we were gone but fate has delivered us back so here we are. I can hate the path I’ve taken or the one that was set before me, or I can roll with the punches. Safe is most certainly what we try to be out there in space, but it does not always go that way. The danger is part of the job.”
She swam to the edge. “You sure you’ve chosen the right path?” Slowly she climbed out, water dripping off her cloth’s. “I mean you’ve got so many options now, why stay with the losing one?”
“You think we’re losing eh?” he asked. “Were not losing, Starfleet and the Federation have endured so many things. So many wars, and loss of life and yet here we are. Things are fractured sure, but I wouldn’t say we’ve lost.”
“Well said.” She frowned. “Sounds like propaganda though when you say it like that.”
“Maybe a little.” He pondered that for a moment. “One thing I know for certain, I’m on the right path. It’s not a path for everyone but it is mine.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asked as she picked up her gear from behind another rock.
“Faith!” he said simply.
“Faith?” she asked an eyebrow rising at his comment.
He nodded. “I have faith. And that’s enough for me!”
“Interesting. Well, it was nice meeting you Oliver. Thanks for company, enjoy the rest of your stay.” She said and started jogging in place a moment before taking off down a trail.
He watched her go, he couldn’t help but think that he’d seen her before and he had a nagging feeling that he would see her again. Oliver never did believe in coincidence, everything happened for a reason. And for whatever reason someone thought it would be interesting to put this in his path. But to what end. He laid back on the flat rock and looked up at the sky and the clouds passing by overhead.
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 29, 2017 10:12 am

IC Date: February 22, 2379 Time: 22:41:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74145.05
Location: USS Guaviare NCC-74607 (Danube Class Runabout)

Oliver sat in the back lounge of the Runabout, his feet up on a stool, and a padd in hand. “Computer begin personal log!” he said, laying the padd across his stomach. He waited until the computer went through its usual customary beeps signaling the file had been accessed and was recording.
“Personal Log, Stardate 74145.05. It was a good visit home. I got plenty done around the place, and caught up on life around my old homestead. I am happy to say with the help of a local landscaping professional and a small monthly stipend the homestead will continue to look well groomed.” He shifted his weight dropping his feet to the floor to sit leaning forward.
“I’m happy to say that my time spent with my mother and sister did more help than it did bad, which I’m ecstatic about. Though I think, my sister is not very happy about it. I got a slight nasty gram from her shortly after my last visit. Though she seemed relieved, I think she was jealous that I was able to bring both of them back around for the positive. I think time will heal as they say.”
“Vacation was too short!” he said frowning. “But it was nice to get away for a while, both for the long journey and to be home.” Leaning back on the couch again he paused smiling.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, ad many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s life!” he said setting the padd on the table.
“Mark Twain was a wise man beyond his years. I would like to think that things have changed as far as travel is concerned; it is far easier to become well-traveled now that it was in his time. Then again Humanity has changed considerably since then.” He smiles, chuckling. “Well-Traveled today means something completely different.”
“But home I go, a lazy course back. Things have apparently gone well in my absence as I’ve not received word of any specific kind of accident befalling the station or the Tempest, but the day is still young. It is always good to know you can take a step back and things will run themselves in your stead. With some more experience under his belt, Sully will not doubt see his own command, just a matter of weeding out the attitude and ego, which I think recent events have helped. It’s also helped show a different side of him whether he intended it or not.”
“Things are too quiet! That is the one thing I can say that worries me, as you know when it’s quiet like this the other shoe is about to drop. Grants things are happening out there but no here and not with the True Federation. However, I think everyone knows it is only a matter of time before we see more activity from them.”
“I’m not so much worried about the Station as I am for the Tempest, while our software upgrades are happening quickly thanks to our engineering staff it’s the hardware that I’m most concerned with. She is still sporting new tech, but twenty plus years ago tech. Taking her offline to do those upgrades will be interesting, and leave us in a vulnerable spot. Hopefully we can plan those well enough that it will be seamless.”
“I’m talking shop, now you know I’ve been away for too long. My logs are overlapping again. Couple of Days and we will be back to Odyssey. End Log!’
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Jul 29, 2017 10:13 am

Mission 45 - “The coming storm” - Prelude
Sim Date: July 22, 2017
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
CJ – Game Director (GD)

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Our Engineer was not able to join us this last sim, but he was kind enough to show up to let us know that he wouldn’t be able to attend as his wife was in a car accident. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say I hope she was alright and a quick recovery. Thank you for stopping in to let us know you wouldn’t be available.
With the slight change in our format, it’s going to be important for each of you to visit the Forums to view the logs and specific orders coming your way. So please ensure before the sim on Saturday that you visit the forums briefly and check my logs for important information.
This is a link to our page on the forums: USS Tempest/Odyssey Station
This is a link to my thread on the forums for Captain’s logs: Captains Logs
A recap on a request from Cj, he would like us all to be on before our Start time at 1900 Pacific time on Sim nights. Preferably 10 minutes till but it’s important to try and arrive on time as the sim will now only run from 1900 – 2000 hours, a 1 hour time block. It will help CJ with his story telling if were only running for our hour.
If you look below my log you will find specific marching orders for yourself and or your department. It’s just a way to keep structure, give everyone a jumping point and so we know where were starting and in some ways where we are going.
CJ will be posting information also in his own Topic which will feature the title of our current story arc, so that is something to check on the forums as well. Here is a Link to that: "The Coming Storm"
As always I encourage you to develop your character further by writing your own logs, they add another layer to the game.
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IC Date: March 3, 2379 Time: 10:15:37
Star Trek Stardate: 56168.29 ST:AB Stardate: 11707.22
Location: Space Station Odyssey, Command Deck, Ready Room
Oliver settles down with a mug on his couch holding it aloft as the recording begins, “Captain’s log Stardate 56168.29. It has been quiet the last few days since my return to the station. Had a nice chat with my crew, which was refreshing, while it was still all business it was also nice to see them relaxed.” He takes a drink from the steaming mug in hand, and smiles. “Sully learned to juggle. That man chooses the most interesting hobbies.”
“We actually received our first set of orders since our initial appointment to Odyssey, looks like we’re going to be making at an escort trip. I have never had the pleasure of having visited the planet Ba’ku, I hear it’s a wondrous place. The sort of thing you only read about in books. However, of course that has somewhat changed over the years, Starfleet is sending the Valixa and us on a diplomatic mission. Section 31 forces staged an attack on the planet a year ago and while they have maintained a certain level of pacifism, they are questioning that stance.” He paused glanced toward the large sets of windows as a vessel slowly slipped by.
“Starfleet feels our presence would go a long way towards encouraging the Ba’ku of our helpful stance. What we bring to the table and it’s not all talk. Most people will not believe something unless they see it, so it makes sense. I am guessing because of our success back at Pacifica someone high up thinks we have the diplomatic clout.”
“I don’t think Starfleet or the Federation can afford to lose any more worlds. Getting the Ba’ku on board could be very helpful. Were also taking on a Starfleet Intelligence analyst whose job it will be to analyze possible Section 31 influence on Ba’ku.” He nodded. “So we will begin our venture tomorrow after the arrival of the Valixa and they’ve had a chance to resupply. Let us hope this goes smoothly. End log!”

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Mission Orders by Department:
ALL: Time to take the old girl out; let us make sure she is ready to go.
XO: Please prepare for the Tempest to make way, recall the crew and begin bringing her systems online.
CTO: I want a Systems check of the Tempest’s defensive systems; we want to ensure we are prepared for what may come.

SEC: You’re going to be attached to our special friend from Intelligence, you will be meeting with Morgan Westmore upon the Valix’s arrival, ensure that he gets settled into his own quarters on the Tempest and assist him as needed.
OPS:
NAV:
ENG: I would like a Systems check prior to our departure to ensure that everything is working as intended. An update on our upgrade progress would be appreciated.
CMO: While we are on a diplomatic mission, we want to ensure that we are ready for whatever may be around the bend. It has been a while since we have been aboard so a check of our medical systems would be great.
CSO: I would appreciate a briefing on the Ba’ku, so whatever information you can dig up and provide so we know what we’re dealing with would be great.

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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Post by SokothQultuq » Sat Aug 05, 2017 10:20 am

Mission 46 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 1
Sim Date: July 29, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Idaris – Security Officer (SEC)
Ensign Sikkat - Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:
aNAV_Vory – Flight Operations
Ali Tahir – Starfleet Intelligence
CEO_Nazira – NPC Chief Engineer
TO_Sakic – Tactical Officer?
ENG_Harris – Engineering Officer

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Mr. Corcoran was in contact with Elianna and advised that he was ill himself and taking care of family so he would not be in attendance. He will return hopefully soon.
Just as a remind try and arrive 5-10 minutes prior to sim start time so we can get started on time at our allotted time frame of 1900 Pacific time. Thank you!
I would love to see an occasional Duty Log if you have the time. They are appreciated and add additional depth to your character and personality. It does not have to be long, just a quick blurb about what you did while you were on duty, observations, feelings, etc. Personal logs are a bit more interesting because they are less business and obviously more personal. Kind of like an inner monolog that people can read but not react too because it is considered private.





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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 06:00:00
Star Trek Stardate: 56170.55 ST:AB Stardate: 11707.29
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 8, Room 808
Oliver settled into the chair at the table, a plate of steaming food sitting in front of him. Oatmeal was never his favorite but it was an ongoing effort to eat a bit healthier he settled back after taking a bite. “Computer begin Duty log recording!” he said and waited for the customary beeps that came.
“Captains Log, Stardate 56170.55, the dark Angel put into orbit of Ba’ku earlier this morning. Were currently in standard orbit having completed our night cycle, the crew now gets ready for the task ahead of us. While part of me wishes we could be a part of the diplomatic, our mission here is just as critical. We have to ensure that the diplomatic venture is not disrupted.” He paused taking another bite of his oatmeal.
“Despite the nature of our mission it again promises time to work on upgrades and updates to the ships equipment and software. Our engineering department has been doing very well working through the plethora of projects that have been long overdue by the standard of time. To us it’s all new.” He stood and walked across the room to his desk settling in behind it with his bowl of oatmeal taking another spoonful. Activating the desktop computer, he leaned back with his bowl in hand.
“Things are starting to heat up further in the Breen, Tzenkethi front. The Breen sent a fleet after New Haven colony. Large enough it is overwhelming the forces we have sent in defense of the planet. Starfleet is working on getting more reinforcements but as you know, it takes time. Part of me wishes we were able to help but they are clear across Federation Space.”
He leaned back in his chair. “This still smells like the work of Section 31. It would be just like them to push one or both sides into a war to help spread us thin. The shell game is afoot, and I feel it is only a matter of time before were presented with some difficult choices. Hopefully Starfleet is up to the task.” He paused a moment. “End log!”

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USS Tempest NCC-1852-A Intra-ship Messaging System
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: We need to be on our toes while we are on Sentry duty, set condition Yellow throughout the ship until otherwise specified.
Executive Officer: I would like you to prepare some Security and Tactical Drills and coordinate with both Johnny Cleveland and Naomi Idaris in security and set up some simulations.
Tactical Officer Department: Please work with Sully and Ms. Idaris on setting up some tactical and security drills.
Security Department: Please work with Sully and Johnny on Tactical and Security Drills.
Operations Department:
Flight Operations: Maintain Standard Orbit of the planet and be on alert.
Engineering Department: Please continue with system upgrades and software updates.
Medical Department: Please ensure that sickbay is ready in the event we end up in a combat situation that requires your services. If you have time work with Mr. Corcoran and collect atmospheric samples from Ba’ku for analysis.
Science Department: Lets conduct a Planetary Survey while were here, will have to be sensor and samples only since were restricted to space as were on sentry duty but no reason we cannot update Starfleet Records. It has been a while since someone has been to Ba’ku and collected atmospheric and soil samples. I am sure we can look at the possibility of sending down a probe, if not we will have to rely on sensors and the transporter.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Standard Orbit
No Damage
No Casualties

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Green
No Damage
No Casualties
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Post by Spacedaisy » Tue Sep 12, 2017 1:52 pm

Stardate 11709.09

"Who's got the files for the surgical patients?" Elianna called across the sickbay. Ensign Carmichael looked up, lifted a padd in the air and waved it to get her attention and show that she was the one with them.

Elianna made her way over to where Julie was bent over a console. "Has all the information been downloaded for the Vonnegut?"

"Yes ma'am. I was just updating the most recent orders so that the Vonnegut's medical team can follow up and be sure they complete their treatment. Lt. Reed just ordered a follow up course of medicine for Lt. Cmdr. Lewis. And I was told you ordered a neural scan to be done within five days for Ens. Dubois?"

The CMO gave a quick nod, "She was exhibiting what I believe to be possible signs of neural damage, but it's hard to tell right off the bat with the kind of head trauma she suffered. It's a miracle that bulkhead didn't kill her."

Julie straightened up and held the padd out to Dr. Kestran, "It's done. All the most current information for the Vonnegut's medical team."

Taking the padd, the doctor gave her a grateful smile and moved off to do another check on all the vitals. A stop at each bed allowed her to read the scan results from each biobed's overhead cluster. Everyone seemed stable, which was good since they were being prepped to be returned to the Vonnegut. Last thing they needed was someone crashing. As she approached the final bed of a patient who had been treated in main sickbay, she found Emily standing there with her arms crossed, frowning.

"Something wrong Emily?"

The other woman shook her head thoughtfully, "I'm not sure. Watch this heart rhythm," she tapped the screen, indicating what she wanted Elianna to watch. Trning her attention to the particular result Emily pointed out, they fell silent. It seemed fine for a few minutes and just when Elianna was about to say as much, a small blip, an irregular beat. It was such a small arrhythmia that it might have gone unnoticed. Emily looked at Elianna, "Did you see that?"

"Huh. Yes."

There was a padd lying on a crash cart next to the biobed and Elianna picked it up to begin looking at the medical history of this particular patient. "No prior mention of arrhythmia. Also none in the family history."

The man in the biobed was wrapped in a lot of gauze. He had been caught in the brunt of the explosion and very badly burned by venting plasma over the majority of his body. "Let's check his CPK levels."

"You think there was cardiac damage?"

"It could be that we just couldn't see the symptoms because of how badly burned he was when he came in. It would have made any bruising impossible for us to see. It's possible he was thrown against a console or something in the blast. A blunt force trauma to the chest could produce an arrhythmia. Let's do a deep tissue scan as well."

Lt. Reed shot the CMO a very surprised look, "A deep tissue scan ma'am? Don't we normally just do them post mortem?"

Elianna nodded, "Generally we don't need a deep tissue scan for a living patient because we use other methods of diagnosing active problems. Once they're dead we use the deep tissue scan to identify what might have gone wrong. Unfortunately, I think Mr..." she looked down at the padd again for a moment, "Mr. Schulz's most obvious wounds are obscuring what's happening underneath. If we do a deep tissue scan, I suspect we will find bruising on the heart."

Emily departed after this explanation and Elianna set the padd back down. This patient would not be returning home with his friends it seemed. She couldn't risk transporting a patient with an arrhythmia. Making her way into her office, Elianna dropped down into the seat behind her desk and requested contact with the Vonnegut sickbay. It only took a moment for the CMO's face to appear on the screen. "Dr. Kestran! We are just finishing the last minute preparations for the transfer. I trust everything is going well there?"

Behind him, Elianna could see medical officers rushing around, carrying out their various tasks to be ready for the critical patients to return. She didn't know what it was about Kor Ch'kiarhan, but the Andorian doctor always left her feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't that she felt like he was hiding something, it was that he felt a bit blank for a lack of a better word. She supposed if she really wanted to, should could probe a little deeper, but she really didn't feel comfortable invading someone's privacy. So she just assumed that it was probably all in her head and moved on. "Well, we have a bit of a problem with Lieutenant Karl Schulz. We're going to be keeping him here a little longer because we detected a very slight arrhythmia."

Dr. Ch'kiarhan's eyes widened a bit, "That doesn't sound good. Just keep me updated. Otherwise are we a go to transport the rest of the patients?"

She gave a nod, "We'll intitate transport in fifteen minutes. I'll be sending you all the relevant information on their treatments as well."

He smiled broadly, "Thank you Dr. Kestran, I appreciate all your help!"

The comm cut and Elianna leaned back in her chair, looking out at the biobed where Schulz was laying. She was almost done dealing with the Vonnegut and she honestly couldn't wait.

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