U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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

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Mission 54 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 9
Sim Date: October 21, 2017
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Just as a Reminder, I will not be in attendance this weekend, you all have a good time and I will see you next weekend.

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IC Date: August 9, 2396 Time: 21:36:14
Star Trek Stardate: 74605.20 ST:AB Stardate: 11710.21
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Quarters of Oliver Savage

Oliver yawned as he dropped onto the edge of his bed, “Computer Begin duty log!” he said as he pulled one of his boots off.
The computer made its usual series of beeps. “Captains Log, Stardate 74605.20. It is not very often that I can say that I enjoyed a Diplomatic like function. Tonight’s function for our Science and Diplomatic corps was a good success I would say. Sully did a great job pulling things together. It was just the right balance of Tempest Crazy and regular Starfleet Functionality.” He grunted as he pulled his other boot off.
“That was the first time I’ve seen everyone so relaxed in some time honestly. Well everyone accept Sully, but it was his function so it’s not a surprise, but even he did well.” He stood unzipping his dress uniform jacket and casting it aside.
“It was also nice to see Noemi joining in the fun, though she still has yet to relax her guard as of yet but I’m sure it will come down eventually. I am certain it has not been easy for her coming into this crew, were certainly an interesting bunch. However, I am certainly glad we have her in our corner. Seeing only a fraction of what she is capable of is certainly telling that she has a lot in the toolbox that has yet to come.” He moved across the room towards the bathroom.
“Couple more days and we should be good to open the new Arboretum; everything is going well thus far. I think it is going to be fantastic, a great moral booster for all. Moreover, a great attraction on the station. Until then, its business as usual.” He said hitting the button to start the Sonic Shower. “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:
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department:
Security Department:
Operations Department:
Flight Operations:
Engineering Department:
Medical Department:
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Docked, Standby

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Green
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Location: Starbase Odyssey, Central Core, Deck 52, Room 888, Quarters of Oliver Savage
IC Date: September 8, 2397 Time: 21:11:08
Star Trek Stardate: 74670.91

Oliver sat in an Adirondack chair in front of a small-simulated bonfire, surrounded by trees, and hedges. The Balcony just outside his quarters was private enough and it gave him a great view out over the Arboretum. The entire space was in a simulated night as a star filled sky was above; signs of a faint Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view. A light breeze blew from time to time. Outside of the sound of leaves stirring from the occasional wind, the sound of moving water filled the air. Archie was curled up in his lap; he gently stroked the dog’s fur unconsciously as he stared off at the sight.
“Personal log, this last few days has been busy with diplomats and scientist and the final opening and unveiling of our new Arboretum. It has gotten a lot of interest for only having been open for a short time. But then again that was the hope was it would get attention, or at least the right kind.” He shifted in the chair reaching for a drink on the table next to him.
After taking a moment to drink and savor it, he smiled. “Talking to Elianna a few nights ago has helped me out of my funk, though I was already moving ahead she just helped me get there faster. It’s strange how simply talking to someone you can trust can make a huge difference.”
“While were struggling with a reduced crew and an increasing civilian presence on the station it’s starting to feel more and more like home. Even more so now with our new addition. Admiral Walker says there is an influx of crew coming, and our administrative assistance are on their way but it will be some time before they arrive here at the Station as he put it, they were not a priority to get here. Regardless that will be a relief to most of my staff I feel. It will help free them up to get things done a little easier.”
“I have to say given recent events in Starfleet, that I feel that it’s more fractured than ever. Admiral’s and other high ranking officers disobeying command and going off to do their own thing because they feel it’s the right thing to do. While I understand that were out here, but usually command has their reasons for saying no. Sometimes we do not always all see the bigger picture. I have to say that I feel the same way sometimes about our posting here at Odyssey. It is difficult to see the bigger picture when you are stuck living it one day at a time. While we have been given a great honor and position of trust, it has been a whirlwind of change. I have gone literally from Executive officer, to commanding officer of a Starship, all the way to commanding a Starbase. I am not sure I have honestly ever heard of that happening, let alone someone at my age administrating all of this. Then again, I am not really in my forties now am I?” he paused looking down at Archie, taking a moment to take a drink.
“I know it’s been too fast, but were in a situation that requires those of us who can do a thing, do it because those who can are in short supply. It just makes me nervous. If I wasn’t nervous I would be worried about myself.”
“We got a request in for another patrol, so I’ll be sending Sully out with the Tempest on a simple patrol mission. I don’t suspect we’ll run into much but when command says jump… End log!”
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Mission – “The coming storm” - Part 10
Sim Date: November 12, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)
Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)
(Eric) New Character – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Admiral Walker – Starfleet
Admiral Vron – Starfleet Admiral – 3rd Fleet

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Back into the swing of things, we have a new Operations Officer officially. We did not manage to scare off who will be joining us as our Chief Engineer. We almost have a full crew. Got a couple of prospects who are interested.
Looks like something big is coming, 200+ ships have just arrived at the station, and who knows what’s coming.
Couple of reminders: Please try to arrive 5-10 minutes early so we can start on time. Try and Remember that we have an OOC Chat for OOC use, so let’s please try and keep our OOC chat in that room whenever possible.
Please make sure you PM me on the Above & Beyond Forums with your Quarters location on where you’d like have your character live on the station.

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IC Date: August 19, 2397 Time: 13:11:19
Star Trek Stardate: 74883.69 ST:AB Stardate: 11711.12
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Office of Oliver Savage

Oliver stood staring out the window of his office with a mug in hand, gliding past in the distance in an orbit of the station several ships from the third fleet. “Computer begin Duty log!” he said taking a quick drink while waiting for the computer to signal the beginning of the recording.
“Duty log, Stardate 74883.69. About an hour ago, over two hundred vessels of the Third fleet along with Admiral Vron arrived here at Starbase Odyssey. The only warning we got of their arrival was given while I was on the line with Admiral Walker. Something big is coming, and it appears that Odyssey is going to be the jump off point. In a little less than two hours we will get read in at least on what I assume will be our part of this event.”
He paused watching as another vessel passed by silently outside. “My crew seems to be ready for this. I think we have all been waiting for this to happen. Waiting for our time to join in this fight. However, I also get the impression that they still are not properly motivated. No one is personally vested in what is happening.”
“But how do you get to that point, in which you end up vested in a war.” He said, pausing to take another drink.
“Ensign Wythe has distinguished herself very well since coming board. She has managed to get ships on a docking rotation for resupply, and get them into a good traffic pattern around the station and set a perimeter guard on a random yet rotating pattern. Sounds like she’s keeping Sully on his toes too which can be certainly a good thing in my book.” He smiled, and turned back to his office away from the windows.
“We also have a new incoming engineer who should be reporting aboard soon from what I understand. Still waiting on his records to arrive.” He sets his mug down on his desk. “This coming meeting should prove interesting. End Log!” he said, and headed for the door of his office as the camera fades.

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

General Orders: Meeting in the main Briefing Room at 1400. All Senior Staff are required to attend.
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department:
Security Department:
Operations Department:
Flight Operations:
Engineering Department:
Medical Department:
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Docked


Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Green
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Mission 56 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 11
Sim Date: November 18, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Admiral Vron – Commander of the 3rd Fleet.


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Both Eric and Vanessa were unable to attend, but they did send in notifications letting me know they would not be able to attend. (Thank you for the heads up!)
Hope that everyone had a good Thanksgiving!

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IC Date: August 19, 2397 Time: 15:45:27
Star Trek Stardate: 74631.93 ST:AB Stardate: 11718.11
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Office of Captain Oliver Savage

Oliver stood once again staring out the windows of his office, starships occasionally gliding by. If it was, one thing that he enjoyed about being at the Station it was all the interesting vessels he would get the opportunity to see, the people, but right at the moment he was preoccupied with the reason behind all those vessels floating in the distance. There was a sort of foreboding feeling, that hair on the back of the next standing up feeling that you often got when you knew something was about to happen. Since the briefing that Admiral Vron had given had ended, the tension levels on the station had begun to climb, though it was business as usual. “Computer Begin Captains Log!” he said turning back to his office, moving over to the large screen.
“Captains duty log, Stardate 74631.93 supplemental. The day is still young and yet already feels long. The Admiral has brought my crew up to speed on what our role is to be in our future operation, which part of me is excited to be a part of something, but also disappointed because our role is more support in all this, though it is no surprise. Our ship is not exactly ready for this, soon enough I am sure she will be, but we have a long way to go.” He paused watching as the ships in orbit changed their orbital path, as instructed they were supposed to randomize their patrol route.
“Half of my Staff seems excited about the prospect of action, while the other half is not. Which is no surprise. I have a feeling that were about to scratch Odyssey’s paint and break her in the hard way soon. No commander ever really, looks forward to a fight, especially at the level were looking at.” He smiled. “Well unless your Klingon or Andorian.”
He nodded reaching down to pick up one of the mugs on the table; walking over to the replicator, he deposited it into the device hitting the button to recycle it and then replicated a new one. “Now it’s time to prepare for what’s coming. We are going to be halting civilian traffic to limit our exposure factor. We are going to go communications silent soon, right now were building up some fake traffic so we do not look suspiciously offline to give anything away. I’m going to have Ensign Wythe work on this and put that into place here shortly.”
“I was informed that all of our physical hardware replacements are either here or will be soon. This bodes well for the future of the Tempest, with a host of new engineers arriving and the help of the Starfleet Corp of Engineering Teams still aboard we should be able to finish getting her refit in a matter of months. The old girl will fly again. End log!”

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

General Orders: Set Condition Yellow throughout the station, let us begin preparations for combat so we are prepared for the eventuality of what is coming.
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department: Please do a full systems check on the Stations combat systems.
Security Department: Start setting up Security Teams on roaming patrols of the station, increase security presence at all critical systems.
Operations Department: Create some Fake Communications Packages to send out during our regular scheduled transmission times, include some real data, and fake civilian traffic, go to communication silence as soon as you’re done.
Flight Operations: Please coordinate a “CAP” for the station with our compliment of Starfighters, dispatch Runabouts, and Scout ships to Patrol at the edge of long range sensors to increase potential response times.
Engineering Department: Secure Station systems, continue working on the Tempest. The new Warp Core, Nacelles, and many major system replacements are waiting to be installed. The new Warp Drive has a higher power output to provide our new systems with power so it will need to be installed and calibrated. Our current core will need to be taken offline, isolated, and cleared before it is removed. As will the Nacelles, Plasma flow will need to be cut off, and the system flushed before they can be removed and replaced.
Medical Department: Please begin organizing and setting up additional Triage Centers, Distributing your staff to those, and set up emergency response teams.
Science Department: Please start preparing some sensor buoys to set up an extended Sensor Perimeter to enhance our response time, and lessen the need to have vessels out performing this function.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Dry Docked


Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert!
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Mission 56 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 11
Sim Date: November 18, 2017
================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================
Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Admiral Vron – Commander of the 3rd Fleet.


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Both Eric and Vanessa were unable to attend, but they did send in notifications letting me know they would not be able to attend. (Thank you for the heads up!)
Hope that everyone had a good Thanksgiving!

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IC Date: August 19, 2397 Time: 15:45:27
Star Trek Stardate: 74631.93 ST:AB Stardate: 11718.11
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Office of Captain Oliver Savage

Oliver stood once again staring out the windows of his office, starships occasionally gliding by. If it was, one thing that he enjoyed about being at the Station it was all the interesting vessels he would get the opportunity to see, the people, but right at the moment he was preoccupied with the reason behind all those vessels floating in the distance. There was a sort of foreboding feeling, that hair on the back of the next standing up feeling that you often got when you knew something was about to happen. Since the briefing that Admiral Vron had given had ended, the tension levels on the station had begun to climb, though it was business as usual. “Computer Begin Captains Log!” he said turning back to his office, moving over to the large screen.
“Captains duty log, Stardate 74631.93 supplemental. The day is still young and yet already feels long. The Admiral has brought my crew up to speed on what our role is to be in our future operation, which part of me is excited to be a part of something, but also disappointed because our role is more support in all this, though it is no surprise. Our ship is not exactly ready for this, soon enough I am sure she will be, but we have a long way to go.” He paused watching as the ships in orbit changed their orbital path, as instructed they were supposed to randomize their patrol route.
“Half of my Staff seems excited about the prospect of action, while the other half is not. Which is no surprise. I have a feeling that were about to scratch Odyssey’s paint and break her in the hard way soon. No commander ever really, looks forward to a fight, especially at the level were looking at.” He smiled. “Well unless your Klingon or Andorian.”
He nodded reaching down to pick up one of the mugs on the table; walking over to the replicator, he deposited it into the device hitting the button to recycle it and then replicated a new one. “Now it’s time to prepare for what’s coming. We are going to be halting civilian traffic to limit our exposure factor. We are going to go communications silent soon, right now were building up some fake traffic so we do not look suspiciously offline to give anything away. I’m going to have Ensign Wythe work on this and put that into place here shortly.”
“I was informed that all of our physical hardware replacements are either here or will be soon. This bodes well for the future of the Tempest, with a host of new engineers arriving and the help of the Starfleet Corp of Engineering Teams still aboard we should be able to finish getting her refit in a matter of months. The old girl will fly again. End log!”

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

General Orders: Set Condition Yellow throughout the station, let us begin preparations for combat so we are prepared for the eventuality of what is coming.
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department: Please do a full systems check on the Stations combat systems.
Security Department: Start setting up Security Teams on roaming patrols of the station, increase security presence at all critical systems.
Operations Department: Create some Fake Communications Packages to send out during our regular scheduled transmission times, include some real data, and fake civilian traffic, go to communication silence as soon as you’re done.
Flight Operations: Please coordinate a “CAP” for the station with our compliment of Starfighters, dispatch Runabouts, and Scout ships to Patrol at the edge of long range sensors to increase potential response times.
Engineering Department: Secure Station systems, continue working on the Tempest. The new Warp Core, Nacelles, and many major system replacements are waiting to be installed. The new Warp Drive has a higher power output to provide our new systems with power so it will need to be installed and calibrated. Our current core will need to be taken offline, isolated, and cleared before it is removed. As will the Nacelles, Plasma flow will need to be cut off, and the system flushed before they can be removed and replaced.
Medical Department: Please begin organizing and setting up additional Triage Centers, Distributing your staff to those, and set up emergency response teams.
Science Department: Please start preparing some sensor buoys to set up an extended Sensor Perimeter to enhance our response time, and lessen the need to have vessels out performing this function.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Dry Docked


Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert!
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Mission 57 – “The coming Storm” - Part 12
Sim Date: November 25, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
OPS_Torin – Operations Officer
Admiral Vron – 3rd Fleet Commander
Lieutenant Emily Reed – Medical Division
SCI_Mags – Science Division
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OOC & Pre Sim Information:

Just as a heads up I will be missing the sim on 12/9/2017 as we will be hosting a holiday party here at my place so I will be unable to attend the sim.
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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 13:00:00
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.36 ST:AB Stardate: 11725.11
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Office of Captain Oliver Savage

Oliver was sprawled across one of the couches in his office, his light snoring was an indication that he had certainly fallen asleep, he had managed to get in a light lunch, and while he had time a short nap between lunch and getting back to duty.

“The time is thirteen hundred Hours!” the computers melodious voice called out, which was followed by a growing rhythmic beeping noise.

Oliver slowly sat up, glancing around his office, then fell back down burring his face in the couch pillows. “No!” he said sharply, but it was muffled by a mouth full of cushion. Slowly he rotated his head and was looking up at the ceiling. “Computer shut that damn thing off!” he said, and in a moment the beeping had silenced. He sat there for a long moment just staring up at the ceiling of his office. “What’s next…” he said trying to bring his brain out of its short hibernation. “Oh… right.” he said snapping his fingers. “Computer begin duty log!” he said.

The computer went through its usual series of beeps and then it signaled it was ready. “Captain’s Log, Stardate 74634.36. It’s been a rough couple of days, after having a fairly long meeting with Lieutenant Idaris we kind of initiated a galactic manhunt trying to figure out what has happened to one of my Science officers. Based on his Collogues testimony and Lieutenant Idaris feelings on the matter we’ve started looking into his activities here on the station and trying to trace his whereabouts since he departed.”

“So along with the Lieutenant I’ve spent a lot of time over subspace with Intelligence, and Starfleet Security. Two people I do not entirely enjoy spending time with but hopefully it turns out to be nothing. While I don’t know Mr. Nores as well as I know Corky, it pains me to think that one of my offices may have turned down a path that is not exactly a good one, or been forced too.” He shifts uncomfortably, now coming to lay on his side staring at the door to his office.

“It makes me wonder if there are more in my crew that have been dancing around the idea or who have been approached about turning to the True Federation. I guess I trust my crew with all we’ve been through to not go that path but we do have to respect people’s decisions. Even if they may be the wrong path.”

“Sully’s had a crew over on our new toy, the brand-new USS Finnmark, which he continues to call ‘greased lightning’ it took me some time to look up the reference but… anyhow. He’s had a crew over there running drills and getting familiar with the vessels systems. It’s good to have something with a little firepower around the station while the Tempest is undergoing her major refit. I just hope Sully does not get too attached.” He said with a slight grin.

“You can feel it in the air, the tension is rising. We’ve got our systems sorted on the station and were ready. But you can feel the tension on the station. Waiting for either our offensive to begin or for the True Federation to come calling. As part of Sully’s exercise, we’ve been also deploying more remote sensors to expand our warning parameter. We’ve also been toying with the idea of setting up some mine fields as another deterrent, I’d rather things stay quiet but it’s only a matter of time and making sure we have a well defended position with a good warning system set up is key.”

“For now we keep going on as if business is the usual. End Log”
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Starbase Odyssey Interdepartmental Messaging System
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: Maintain Condition Yellow throughout the station, as we should be ready for both the departure of our guests the 3rd Fleet, and potential fleet incursion by the TF before or following our coming engagement.
Executive Officer: Continue working with the crew on the Finnmark so were ready to use her when the time comes.
Tactical Officer Department: Assist Sully in running Drills on the Finnmark.
Security Department: Please continue the investigation into Mr. Nores movements through the station, your authorized to search his quarters both on the Tempest, and Odyssey. We need to ensure that our systems have not been compromised.
Operations Department: Continuing monitoring the local space, coordinate vessel traffic.
Flight Operations: Coordinate our Pilots on drills for small craft defense of the station.
Engineering Department: Plenty of things to work with on the Tempest, Warp Core Swap, Nacelle Replacement, Bridge Module Swap, and so much more. LOL
Medical Department: Continue to make preparations to receive mass casualties, and setting up response teams through the station.
Science Department: Full Cooperation with Security on the ongoing investigation into Mr. Nores. Help Calibrate our sensors to work with our ever-expanding sensor net around the station.
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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Drydocked for Refit

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Mission 58 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 13
Sim Date: December 9, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Sorry I was not able to attend last weekend, as you know I was entertaining guests for our Holiday Party. From what Annie told, you guy’s had some fun at least and got to participate in an intriguing storyline.
Annie has informed me that she is attending a birthday party this weekend and will not attend.
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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 09:45:13
Star Trek Stardate: 74633.99 ST:AB Stardate: 11709.12
Location: USS Finnmark, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver sat behind a small desk in what looked to be a much more Spartan version of his office on the Tempest, and a postage stamp compared to his office on Odyssey, he rubbed at his eyes trying to will away the tired feeling he felt. “Computer being duty log!” he said, and waited for the computer to go through its usual customary beeps.
“Captains Log, Stardate 74633.99, it’s been a long day, or a couple of days now I guess you could say. Upon reporting the damage to the Relay Station back to Starfleet we were asked to investigate further, to that end Sully sent an away team over to the station to try and determine what happened. Right after which I was called away to a high level Starfleet Intelligence briefing leaving Sully in charge to continue his reign of…” he stopped pondering the word. “Part of me wants to Say Terror but he’s done very well so I guess that no longer applies. At least for now.” He took a moment to drink from the mug sitting on the desk.
“It never fails when the good stuff happens I get called away.” He smirks. “Its good practice for Sully. One day he will have his own command as scary as that sounds. Starfleet needs good Captains, and ones that certainly think outside the box. I’m not sure Sully has a box.” He chuckled. “The briefing went well, but it has me a little on edge looking at Fleet Movements, and the condition of things beyond the Klingon border. I think it has us all on edge.”
“I had a moment while on a break from the meeting to speak with Sully; he updated me on the situation. This appearance of Chronoton Particles has me considerably worried, the last thing we need is to be involved in another time related incident, never the less were going to continue to investigate, as this could be very important. I hope that we will know more soon. End Log!”

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

General Orders: Station has Standing Orders to Maintain Yellow Alert. Engineers are still plugging away on updates to the Tempest, repairs to other vessels as needed. We have an away team out so best be on our guard.
Executive Officer: Continue as you have been, you still have the ship.
Tactical Officer Department: Away Team Duty!
Security Department: Away Team Duty?
Operations Department: Monitor the away Team and be prepared to beam them out in case of trouble. Assist the Away team as needed.
Flight Operations: Maintain our current position while the away team is over on the station.
Engineering Department: Away Team Duty!
Medical Department: Has Returned to the ship to look deeper into some organic samples collected on the station, is in the medical lab having that good old fashion Mad Scientist fun!
Science Department: Assist the Doctor as needed.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Dry-dock for Upgrades

USS Finnmark (Loaner Ship)
Alert Status: Green – Stations Keeping

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Mission 59– “The Coming Storm” - Part 14
Sim Date: December 17, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Welcome to the New Year, adventure is ahead and who knows what CJ has in store for us. I’m excited that we will have the opportunity to work together in the new year. The last year in reflection has been amazing. I have to thank you all for your contributions. I miss those who are no longer simming with us, or are on leave of absence but I am sure when they are ready to return it will be great to have them back with us. A few milestones, we past 52 Sessions, we gained a few new faces, and helped start a new club. That’s great work!

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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 11:11:14
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.15 ST:AB Stardate: 11717.12
Location: USS Finnmark, Deck 1, Bridge

The bridge of the Finnmark was bustling with activity, hanging in the distance on the viewscreen was a small station and all of the crew’s attention was set on that installation. The bridge crew was intent on trying to identify what had just happened. Why had they lost contact with the Away Teams? Oliver leaned to one side in his chair staring, almost willing the station to reveal its mystery. Shaking his head.
“Still nothing Captain, I’ve tried to increase our communications systems gain nearly to the point of overload. I can’t get through.”
“Keep trying!” Oliver said, and then hit a series of buttons on the arm of the Captain’s chair, cursing under his breath as the wrong file appeared. “Advanced technology…,” he muttered. Finally, after another attempts the file in question appeared and he stabbed a finger at the record button.
“Captains Duty Log, Stardate 74634.15 supplemental. An away team consisting of Lieutenant Cleveland, Doctor Kestran, Lieutenant Idaris and a company of security officers has beamed to the station in an effort to investigate what has caused the station to stop reporting. Upon arrival we seem to have found the station fairly intact however no life forms were found during our initial scans.” He said shifting uneasy in his chair.
“The initial away team started reporting back strange occurrences of flashing images of a rolling firefight involving black clad figures, Starfleet and Klingon Forces, yet we can find no evidence of the battle. Thus far no one has been injured, or able to interact with the visions. Never the less we sent the Lieutenant and security over to assist.”
“Prior to their beam over the Away Team detected trace elements of Chronoton particles. Not exactly something, I wanted to hear, I could not tell you how much I want to be as far away from another time travel based incident right now, than we are. But we have an obligation to those who have gone missing here.” He shifted in his chair, this time to pick up his mug and take a drink.
He shook his head. “The Away Team arrived at Stations engineering room just as our backup team arrived on the station and reported a forcefield was in place and upon looking further found it to be a containment field. I was able to use the Stations command console to gain access to their primary system enough to determine there were no biological or chemical reasons for the field to be active. After checking, I decided to lower the field in order to allow the away team access to the ships systems. While they moved in Idaris and her team reported being stuck in a rolling firefight identifying the same forces, they continued on their mission to link up with the Away Team in Engineering.” He shook his head. “That’s when we lost contact, were not sure why as of yet, were trying to restore communications with the away team, but clearly something’s gone wrong. End Log!”


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

General Orders: Restore Communications with the Away Team.
Executive Officer: Where oh where has my XO gone…oh where oh where can he be…
Tactical Officer Department: Maintain Yellow Alert, continue scanning for vessels in the vicinity and assist as needed in efforts to make contact with the Away Team!
Security Department: Distribute Teams through the vessel, maintain a security alert posture.
Operations Department: Continue to work on Restoring communications with the Away Team, further scans of the station to try and determine what is causing the interference.
Flight Operations: Maintain an Orbit of the Station.
Engineering Department: Find a way to restore communications with the Away Team!
Medical Department: Standby for Casualites.
Science Department: Assist in the efforts to figure out what is happening on the Station.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Dry Dock

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert – Orbit of Station.

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Notable Characters
Cadet IV Class - Oliver Alexander Savage (Human, Male)
Cadet IV Class – J’nall (Female, Andorian)
Cadet III Class – Thomas Berring (Human, Male)
Cadet III Class – Jonas Lightfoot (Human, Male)



Day 1 – Cold Awakening
Date: September 24, 2356 Stardate: 33731.10
Location: Unknown

The stars were always at their brightest when you were in the clear, away from all the light pollution. It still did didn’t compare to gliding through the cosmos. Oliver shivered as he stared up through the glass of the escape pod he’d been jettisoned in. Last thing he could recall he was in his rack on the USS Hermes on his way back to Starbase 001 for debriefing from his brief training cruise he had been sent on. Now he was staring up at the Stars through a frost covered window.
“Warning, life support failure, initiating emergency procedures.” The computers voice echoed in the confines of the small pod. There was a metallic sound, then the hatch on the pod blew off in a whirlwind of compressed gasses pressing him deeper into the cold, it chilled him to the bone. He laid there in shock for a long moment clutching his body as the cold sapped him.
“Damn its cold!” he stammered, he pulled himself upright glancing at around, he could see three other pods nearby also having soft landed on whatever planet this might be. He quickly popped the storage compartment door, and hastily pulled on both the warm weather gear, and cold gear, he wasn’t about to leave anything behind.
Another pod’s hatch blew free startling him, causing him to look up sharply at the other pods, and then to the sky to watch the hatch come crashing down into the snow. Then the other two blew off. He nodded to himself and continued gathering his survival gear.
“What the hell!” he heard a familiar voice which brought a bit of a smile to his lips.
Glancing back up as he slipped a phaser into a pocket he spotted J’nall one of his classmates sitting up in her escape pod. Her hair looked like she had a run in with a blown out sonic shower, she quickly scrambled for her survival gear. “You alright?” he asked as he slowly got to his feet.
“No!” she barked. “Stupid Starfleet Tests, why can’t they just have us do these things when were awake. This secrecy, stalk into your quarters and shoot you out in an escape pod is absolutely…” she paused a moment looking over at him. “What’s the term you pink skins use ‘BS’, yes I believe that is right!” she said nodding both as an affirmative to him and herself.
He slowly walked over towards the other pods, the other two were likewise just waking and glancing around realizing where they were and what was likely going on. He smiled. “Welcome to survival training.” He said continuing past to her pod.
She was just pulling on the last of her gear, and held up a hand to him. Her pod had sunk into the snow a short distance, so he offered her a hand and hauled her up. “I couldn’t agree more.” He shrugged staring down at the pod. “But then it wouldn’t be a true test of your survival skills, you’d know it was coming and it would forgo the possibility of panic.” He said.
“They will have panic in their eyes when I throttle them when we get back and I find out who drugged us, and dragged us out of bed in our sleep.” Her cheeks were changing colors. “I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion.”
Oliver let out a deep chuckle, which brought the attention of the other two. “That’s great.” He said pulling out a Tricorder only to find it would not work. “Damn!”
“This is not funny!” he heard one of the others say approaching him.
Oliver looked up at J’nall and grinned. “No, this isn’t funny. It’s too cold to be funny!” he said and flipped the tricorder over pulling the back plate off the device. “Great, no power cell!” he said, then looked over as he too pulled his out and found the same issue. “I’m going to guess that all of them are in the same boat.” He said glancing at J’nall who was fishing her’s out of a pocket.
“Nope, mine works, but the power cell is almost dead.” She said.
“Dead!” the other cadet said that had yet to join into the conversation.
“First order of business.” Oliver said pointing to J’nall’s Tricorder.
“Shelter!” the others said in unison.
She peered at the tricorder and began a scan pointing in different directions, and then slowly she pointed. “There is a cave system that way. It’s about a mile’s walk.” She said turning it off and closing it, no doubt to reserve power. “We should get going.
Oliver nodded, and walked over to where one of the doors ways laying and picked it up, it was lightweight, he took a moment and walked back to the escape pod and bent down examining it, there was not much that would be of use that he could think of that would be safe to get at. They had no way of storing fuel so getting into the fuel cells even for the residual deuterium was not a good idea. He shook his head and turned back to the others. “Grab the doors, they might be useful.”
It took them a moment to locate the other three and retrieve them, they met back up and started the quiet trek through the snow and ice, until now it had been clear but the wind was starting to pick up and the cold intensified quickly, then snow began to fall. It took them by Oliver’s account about thirty minutes to make it to the caves, on the surface it appeared as a group of hills, but underneath was a small cave system.
“You sure there isn’t anything down there?” one of the cadets asked as they peered dubiously into one of the entrances.
Oliver nodded to J’nall who flipped open the tricorder turning it on; she began a scan, sweeping the tricorder around in front of her. “Nothing that I can detect.” She said, and then snapped it closed. “I’ve got probably one more scan before this thing dies.” She said slipping the tricorder into her pocket.
“Let’s try and save it for an emergency.” He said and gestured into the hole. “Shall we?”
The others exchanged glances, and then nodded. Oliver went in first nearly sliding down the slight decline into the cave; he was surprised to find it somewhat well lit inside, by his account he could only see one other entrance to the cave as there was only one other shaft of light coming into the space, and it was very small. They fanned out and began looking around the cave, it was more than enough space for them, but they would have to figure out how to close off the main opening to contain heat. He glanced down at the four doors and an idea came to him. “Anyone’s Phaser functional?” he asked.
He watched as each of them pulled their respective weapons, and one of the other cadets nodded while everyone else has seemed to be dead. He pulled his out and found that it had power, but very little. Only enough for a few shots. He pointed. “Think you can use your phaser to weld these doors together?” he asked pointing down at them.
“Yeah, I think so.” He said and they went about gathering them up, with Oliver’s help. “Gather some of those rocks, he said with a nod of his head. “We can probably use those to heat the cave and give us some warmth.”
They laid out the doors, and the young officer went to work with the phaser essentially tack welding them, then after some internal deliberation he put a few more longer welds in place and tested it’s flexibility, though it did have a little it was fairly well welded in place. Moving back to the entrance they slid the door with them pulling it over the entrance behind them closing off the opening, the chill factor began to drop as the cave was now mostly contained. The other hole appeared to small, and was in a position that it didn’t seem to pull air down, only allow ventilation.
As the others gathered rocks of various sizes and pulled them into the center of the room, he stood below the vent for a moment staring up, then began grabbing the pile of fallen snow and began packing it around the top trying to create stovepipe of sorts. After narrowing the hole some, he turned his attention back to the others. They had arranged a decent size pile of rocks at the center of the room, one of them had used the phaser to heat them, they were all standing around them rubbing hands together as close to the rocks as they could huddle.
“So, water shouldn’t be an issue. Each of our pods had what, seven days of food and water?” he asked. Each nodded, as he stepped up to the circle huddled around the rocks. “Were going to have to possibly stretch that out so ration what you have and try and at least double that while we figure out what to do about food.”
One of the other cadets nodded. “You two know each other?” he asked gesturing with his chin to him and J’nall.
J’nall nodded. “Yup, can’t seem to get rid of him. He’s like a growth that won’t go away!” she said.
Oliver smiled. “Yes, were classmates and friends? I take it the same with you?”
“Yeah, I’m Jonas, and that’s Thomas.”
“Third year?” Oliver asked.
“Yeah.” Thomas said nodding. “We shouldn’t even be here!”
“They like popping these things at random times on people, like I was saying earlier. They feel it will bring out the best reaction in you if it’s random.” Oliver said.
“Most of this area is rock.” Jonas said pointing around their feet. “But that over there.” He said pointing to a far corner. “That area is just ice, goes all the way down into a lake or something.”
Oliver looked over and noted the different coloration of the ice. “I see, how thick do you think the ice is?” he asked.
“Not terribly so, I was thinking after we’ve had a chance to warm up we could go back to the escape pods and try and scavenge materials maybe we can make a rudimentary fishing line or something and get fish!”
“With what bait?” J’nall asked.
“Starfleet Rations wouldn’t take much.” Thomas said. “Or maybe something metallic, like a Lure.”
“Wouldn’t last terribly long in the water I think. Probably fall off the line.” J’nall said. “But it might work!”
“Do much fishing?” Oliver asked.
“He’s from Alaska!” Jonas said.
“Ah, that makes sense then.” Oliver said, and nodded. “Sounds like as good a plan as any. We can all go; maybe we can pry those acceleration couches out of those pods, and use them as beds. Not the best but it will give us at least some buffer between our bodies and the ice.”
After spending some time warming up, they went and slowly slid the makeshift door aside and climbed out of the cave, taking care to slide the door back over behind them in an effort to maintain the warmth in the cave as much as possible. It took time to return to the landing site and while it had snowed they were able to find the location, but each of them knew it would probably be the last time they might be able if the snow kept falling.
“How much power do you have in that phaser?” he asked looking over at Jonas.
“Cell was nearly full so enough to last a good while.” He said pulling it out.
“Cut off those hand holds, and as much of the hull as you safely can, stay away from the Engine Housings, only take from the front half of the pods.” He said. “We can use it for materials; the handles might be good as tools.”
He knelt by his pod, and started yanking at the padded back, and though it took time, it eventually came free. He glanced around and the others had about the same luck, he began pulling out the ODN cables doing his best to retain their size, even some of the simpler electronics. He was not exactly sure how long they had been at the crash site but the light was getting dim and it would be time for them to head back very soon. He glanced around and noted that the others had done the same scavenging as much as they could.
“Time to get going back, is there anything else we need to pull from these. Were probably not coming back.” He said.
“No, I was able to get the communications package and antenna out of this pod.” Thomas said nodding to the pad and the collected gear. “Might come in handy!”
Oliver nodded. “Good job, let’s get going then.” He said and slowly rolled up padding with the scavenged goods in them, and lifted it into his arms.” The trek back to the cave was a long one, and for a time the snow seemed to intensify and it made seeing their trail difficult but they managed to find their way back. Each of them filed into the cave. Oliver handed down his scavenged materials and turned and began pulling the door over the opening, the wind guested and threatened blow the door off lifting it a few inches startling Oliver, he felt his footing go and the impact as he fell. He put his hands out to try and catch himself but it did nothing when his hands slipped out from under him just as easily as his feet did. Stars exploded before his eyes when his chin bounced off the icy slope. He laid at the bottom of the small hill his head spinning.
J’nall and Thomas raced for the door, and finished the task of pulling it over the hole, while Jonas dragged him away by his jacket away so the two could get up there to take care of the door. Oliver lay there for a long moment waiting for his vision to clear. His head was pounding, and to top it off there was a sharp throbbing pain in his right arm to accompany it.
“Oliver?” J’nall said kneeling beside him and Jonas. “You alright?”
He shook his head. “Nope!”
Jonas reached up and checked his eyes, “Hit your head pretty good.”
“He’s hard headed.” J’nall said sharply. “Always has been.”
“Indeed, let me look at your arm, going to have to take that jacket off for a moment.” He said.
Oliver cringed at the idea but nodded.
Slowly J’nal, and Jonas helped him remove the cold weather jacket, and the warm weather as well. Jonas stared at his arm and the bruising pattern already forming around his forearm. “Yeah I’m pretty sure that’s broken.” He said.
“Need the med kit?” Thomas asked coming over with the small one that came with the escape pod. “It’s not much.”
“It will do!” Jonas said, opening it and pulling out the hypo spray, taking a moment to insert the vial of pain reliever and administering it. “That should help; it’s a low dose to conserve what we have. I don’t have a medical tricorder though to see how bad the break is.” He said.
J’nall pulled out her Tricorder. “Here!” she said.
“No, we need to save that for something more important.” Oliver said waving away the tricorder.
“If your arm’s broken bad enough you might have complications if we don’t.” Jonas said.
“I take it you’re a Medical Major?” J’nall asked.
Jonas nodded. “Yup.” He took the tricorder. “Let’s take a look.” He said, and flipped it open beginning the scan. “Okay, yeah were going to have to set this.” He said closing the tricorder.
“Shit.” Oliver said, starting to shiver a bit.
“This is going to hurt.” Jonas said taking a hold of his hand. “You ready?”
Oliver shook his head. “No.”
“On three?” Jonas asked.
Oliver nodded. “Do it!”
Jonas Yanked and turned on his arm quickly and sharply. Oliver’s arm made a bone jarring sound. “Three.” He said after it was done.
Oliver’s mouth hung open, air was escaping, and then he screamed, long and loudly. He rocked back and forth cradling his arm to his chest. He slowly fell backwards falling into unconsciousness.
“He’s going to punch you when he wakes up.” J’nall said with a grin. “That was satisfying to watch. Did you set it?” she asked.
He nodded staring down at the tricorder. “Yeah, it’s set.” He frowned as the Tricorder went dead just after confirming the scan. “And it’s dead.” He said handing her back the now drained scanning device.

Day 4 – Pain
Date: September 28, 2356 Stardate: 33742.22

Oliver’s eyes fluttered open; he could still feel the dull throbbing of his arm, it hurt like hell. It was not nearly as cold as it had been, the cave was still dark and he could hear the rhythmic breathing of his companions, they were clearly asleep. He glanced around to find they surrounded him, they were all huddled together sleeping in the cave. They had removed the outer coverings from the acceleration cushions and had woven them into a crude blanket, which was draped over them all. It was not much but every little bit helped. Glancing around they had clearly made some tools out of the materials they had scavenged, and a makeshift fishing set up, there were actually a few strange looking fish piled in a corner, and he could hear the light lapping of water, which told him they had found a way to put a hole in the ice to fish. He smiled and lay his head back down closing his eyes. They were working well together; he slowly drifted back off to sleep.
“No, no, no!” Oliver’s eyes popped open, and it was light in the cave again, he could see two of his three companions kneeling down by the fishing hole reaching down into the splashing water which caused him to sit upright.
“Help! Get me out of here!” he heard Thomas’s voice cry out.
“Grab him!” Jonas said.
Oliver slowly climbed out of the bed, and scrambled over which caught a surprised look from both Jonas and J’nall, he could see Thomas down in the fishing hole flailing about in a panic in the icy water below. He glanced around and could see nothing long enough to get him out. “Jonas lay flat, grab J’nall by the ankles and lower her down. It’s the only way!” he said quickly.
The others quickly did as instructed, he too hold of Jonas leg with his one good hand and planted his feet the best he could on the rock and ice. “Hurry!” he said.
Slowly J’nall lowered herself into the hold and took hold of Thomas. “Got him!” she shouted.
Oliver strained, and began pulling as hard as he could on Jonas, he could feel him slowly making progress. He strained but was able to get him back out of the hole. Oliver let go slowly making sure he wasn’t going to slide in and moved up to grab J’nall, and he strained to hold her while Jonas positioned himself to grab and haul her up with Thomas in tow. He was white as a ghost and shivering uncontrollably.
They pulled him over to the glowing rocks setting him right beside them and wrapped him in the makeshift blanket they had made. There were no other clothing so he was going to have to dry by staying close to the heated rocks. They looked at each other knowing that this might be a critical issue.
“What happened?” Oliver asked.
“I was pulling up a fish and had just taken it off the hook and something grabbed it and pulled the fish and I into the hole!” Thomas said through chattering teeth.
Oliver sat down staring back at the hole in the ice. “Make sure you’ve got a buddy when fishing in the future.” He took a deep breath, his arm hurt badly. It was sending waves of pain up through his shoulder.
“You alright Oliver?” J’nall asked.
He nodded. “Hurts a bit. How long was I out?”
Jonas crossed with a small pack of water and a chunk of cooked fish holding it out to him. “Three days.”
“Three days?” Oliver asked, echoing Jonas.
Jonas nodded. “You need to eat.” He said.
Oliver nodded and took the water and fish. “How are our supplies?” he asked.
“Well the good thing about the fishing hole and being essentially in ice, we can catch what we need and keep it cold. So were going good on food and water. We started with about twenty eight days of food and water, and while we’ve used about two days’ worth, we’ve got enough fish that we’ve extended that to several more days, and the water is essentially being resupplied daily with our little distillery.” Jonas said pointing to the metal contraption situated on top of the hot rocks. “With what he caught today we should be good for several more days. However I feel that after about four or five more days of just fish were all going to mutiny.” He said offering a hint of a smile.
“Indeed.” Oliver said.
“How are you doing Thomas?” J’nall asked looking at their shivering comrade.
He nodded. “Good.” The shivering seemed to have subsided for the moment, which made them all happy to see.
“How are we coming with that communications gear?” he asked.
“Have not had the time to really put something together with it, I have gone through and checked and it all seems to be in working order. The problem is more power, we don’t really have any.” Thomas said.
“What if we used a cell from one of the Phaser’s?” he asked.
Thomas nodded. “I might be able to rig something up to send out a distress call for a short time.” He said through chattering teeth. “Soon as I can actually grip something I’ll start working on it.” He said.
“Good, maybe we’ll get extra points for creativity.” He said and glanced over at J’nall who was staring down into the fishing hole in the ice.

Day 7 – Distress
Date: October 1, 2356 Stardate: 33751.36

Oliver could not sleep tonight, it was bitterly cold even for their circumstances, the temperature outside had dropped drastically in the last day and even in the confines of their ice cave they were chilled to the bone. Might as well have been outside. Even huddled together as they were and as uncomfortable it was even sharing body heat did not seem to help. It was an oppressive chill, and it had the group on edge from lack of sleep and the discomfort level that came from such things.
“You asleep Ollie?” J’nall’s voice came as a whisper.
“Nope.” He said back.
“You know I’m from a cold climate and this is even a bit much for me.” She said.
He nodded, though he wasn’t’ sure, she would see. “It’s cold.”
“You don’t say.” Jonus chimed in.
There was a chuckle from all four of them. “I cannot wait to be done with this!” Thomas said. “I’m never eating fish again!” he said.
“What are you going to eat when we get back to civilization?” J’nall asked. It was clearly open ended for anyone to respond, and he waited but none came.
“A turkey dinner!” Oliver said.
“A what?” J’nall asked quizzically.
“Turkey Dinner, the whole damn thing!” he said with a chuckle, which brought another round of laughter.
“Yorkshire pudding” Thomas said, “I visited Europe and found I loved the stuff.”
“That stuff is gross!” Jonas said.
“Hey, it’s better than that Tapioca pudding you eat. Besides you eat Sushi.”
To everyone surprise J’nall chimed in. “Hey, do not say Sushi is gross, it’s one of the best things I’ve found from your pink skin cuisine that I find most enjoyable.”
“Was that a Vulcan impression you just did?” Oliver asked with a smile.
“Do you want to live through this night?” she asked in return.
They all laughed again, and it grew silent. “We should get some rest or what of it we can, mornings only a few hours away.”
Despite the cold Oliver was sure he at least got another hour, close to two of sleep but it seemed the more days they were here on this ball of ice, the more difficult It got to sleep. Based on the chill and the strange sway in the weather he was almost certain they were on a holodeck, but there were planets known for having this kind of weather patterns.
“Morning.” J’nall’s voice called to him pulling him from his thought process. “You going to climb out of that mess?” she asked staring down at him.
“Nope.” He said with a smile.
She bent down and tugged the makeshift blanket away. “Nope!” she said with a smile.
He slowly got to his feet, the chill was still in the air and despite the warmth coming from the rocks at the center of the room, it was cold. He noted that despite the door covering the opening there were now icicles formed from the door nearly to the bottom of the cave, it was not too surprising, as they had been growing every day since they took up semi-permanent residence in the cave. “What’s on the agenda today?” he asked.
“You and I are fishing; the boys are working on the communications gear.” J’nall said as she walked over to the hole in the ice.
“Fun.” He said and joined her by the hole. He looked down, they would have a little work as the opening had iced over again as it had done each time.
“I think we almost have it, hard to say without a tricorder but it’s about there.” Thomas called from across the cave. “With all this moisture though who knows how long it will work.”
“Keep at it.” Oliver said and picked up one of the handles from the escape pod, with his good arm, laid down so he could get at the ice and began whacking at the bottom of the hole. He had to strain a little to do it, and it caused his other arm to ache. It took only a few minutes between the two of them to make the hole.
“So no falling in or getting eaten by sea monsters right?” he said looking up at J’nall with a halfhearted smile.
“Very funny!” she said picking up the pipe with the attached fishing implement on it, and baited their skillfully crafted hook. “I cannot believe the fish eat this junk.” She said staring at the small hunk of Starfleet Ration’s attached to the hook.
“Better them than us.” Oliver said.
“No, I’m starting to actually think that the rations look good!” J’nall said wearily. “Too much fish.”
“Jonas might need you to take a look at J’nall, I think she’s got Hypothermia of the brain, she said she’s tempted by the Starfleet Rations.” Oliver said with a grin.
“I’m a doctor not a miracle worker!” Jonas said with a Chuckle.
Thomas let out a cry of success, and looking over Oliver could see why, there were power indicator lights on the Communications unit they had put together. “That’s step one right? Confirming it’s taking power and not shorting out?”
“Indeed.” He said, and then hit a button and a Litany of lights flashed into being and a small four inch screen lit up displaying communications options, most of which were blacked out. Oliver watched him press one of the buttons which he was certain was a distress call beacon. Almost immediately, each of their communicators beeped repeating the automated distress call. “It works!”
They all cheered and congratulated him. “Now the waiting game.” Oliver said looking up at the smiling J’nall. “Wonder how long it will take for them to decide to retrieve us.” He said.
“How long are these things supposed to last?” she asked.
“I’ve heard as many as a few days to a month. I heard a rumor that one group went nearly three months.” Oliver said staring down into the hole in the ice.
“No way in hell I’m doing three months on this rock!” Jonas said.
“Let’s hope that distress beacon was the trigger to get us off this rock.” Oliver said nodding, still staring into the hole in the ice.

Day 16 – Fading
Date: October 9, 2356 Stardate: 33771.16

“Oliver!” Thomas’s voice called him out of his sleepy haze.
“Yeah Thomas?” Oliver said quietly.
“I can’t feel my fingers and toes anymore.” He said.
“I know, I’m starting to lose the feeling in mine too.” Oliver said.
Though it was light out, they had taken to huddling in bed together as the cold had continued to get worse each day. Jonas had already diagnosed the entire group with various stages of hypothermia and frostbite. It was not looking pretty, and Thomas was the worst of them. Jonas attributed his worsening condition with his fall into the fishing hole days ago. He had never been able to fully warm up and it was all they could do but stay huddled together for warmth.
“Where are they?” Jonas voice called through chattering teeth.
“How much longer will the distress signal last?” Oliver asked.
“Not much longer.” Thomas said. “I was able to boost the signal by lowering the distance it pushed the signal.”
“Wouldn’t that make it harder to find us?” J’Nall asked.
“Yes and no.” Thomas said, his teeth chattering away. “It still has a signal out that can be detected which is better than none.”
“I just hope it comes soon!” Jonas said.
“Were going to die here aren’t we? Didn’t even make it through survival training.” Thomas said.
Oliver doubted his own words when they came out but only a handful of times in Starfleet Academy History had cadets actually perished while on survival tests. “Just hang in there; we will get out of here.”

Day 18 – Saved!
Date: October 11, 2356 Stardate: 33778.18

Oliver’s eyes fluttered open, he had to hold up a hand to protect his eyes as the light was blinding. Slowly they began to adjust; he recognized that he was not in the cave anymore, but on a Starship. He glanced around suddenly in a panic but found he could not sit up for all his attempts.
“Relax Cadet Savage.” A familiar voice called back to him, and the Hermes chief Medical Officer strolled into view. “Do you know where you are?”
“It’s bright!” he said covering his eyes.
“Computer lower the ambient light fifty percent.” The doctor said, and the lights slowly dimmed. “Better?”
Oliver slowly removed his hand, and to his relief it was. “Yes.”
“Do you know where you are?” she asked again.
“Yes, this is the Hermes sickbay.” He said.
“Excellent. I’ve got your restrained while we work on your toes; you ended up with a touch of frostbite so we want to make sure you heal right.” She said, pulling out a medical tricorder and began scanning.
“The others?” he asked.
“Cadet’s J’nall and Jonas are resting in their quarters. Thomas was bad, and we are still treating him as well. He is in one of the other biobeds. We are keeping him sedated for the time being until we get him well taken care of. Seems like you all had quiet the ordeal.”
He nodded. “In a matter of speaking.”
“Jonas did a great job setting your arm, I’m certain it was painful but you’re lucky most third year cadets cannot set an arm like that. Most are too scared to try.” The doctor said finishing her scan. “Looking good, couple more hours and you should be able to send you to your quarters to rest.”
“Thanks doc.” He said relaxing, it was warm and that was the most enjoyable sensation. He shook his head. “Survival Training sucks!”
“Yup, its tough but you guys passed with flying colors.” The doctor said with an approving nod.
“But we would have died?” he asked.
“Yes, the reality of the situation is had we not have been around and this was a training exercise yes the four of you would have likely died. Nevertheless, you lasted longer than most. The cold front that came in that last week was unexpected.”
“You were in orbit the entire time?” he asked.
She nodded putting the tricorder away. “Yup, you couldn’t see them but you were all wearing medical sensors and there was a planetary survey probe buried nearby that monitored other things. In the event of a dire emergency we would have pulled you out.” She started heading for her office. “We almost did when Thomas fell into the water.”
“So we passed?” he asked looking for reassurance. “What planet was that?”
“I believe so, but that’s not up to me. The Academy will review the information we send them. You were on Delta Vega” She disappeared around the corner into her office.
“Join Starfleet, Go on adventures, get hypothermia and frostbite, it will be great! Should have put that in the brochure.” He muttered.
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Mission 60 “The Coming Storm” - Part 15
Sim Date: January 6, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
OPS-Torin – Operations Officer from the USS Tempest & Odyssey Station.

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
First Official sim of the year, thank you all for coming out.
Sully sent ahead a message letting us know he would be late for the sim tonight.
As a disclaimer – If there is something that we can do to make the sim more enjoyable or challenging to you or your character please do not hesitate to reach out to CJ or myself. If there is some kind of character development, you have in mind that you want to see introduced into the game your welcome to pass along the information to one of us and CJ can decide how to best work it in. The primary goal of this is to have fun; I hope everyone is having a good time. Nevertheless, a reminder that communication is what makes this work best.



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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 12:27:57
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.29 ST:AB Stardate: 11806.01
Location: USS Finnmark, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver walks into the ready room heading for the replicator. “Tea, Spiced Chai, Hot, in a travel mug!” he said as he came to stand in front of the small replicator. He waited as the hot drink shimmered into existence. After taking a quick drink, he moves over to the desk setting the glass down on the flat surface he keys the desktop computer on and starts pulling up information about the station on the screen.
Oliver shook his head now standing and staring at the data scrolling by, mostly of a Technical nature. “Computer begin Captains duty log!” he said. The computer gave its usual indicating beep that the file had been accessed and the recording had begun.
“Captain’s log, Stardate 74634.29 supplemental. After a short time and some technical prowess of Mr. Torin we were able to finally break through whatever was preventing us from communicating with the away team. The stations power came back online apparently and oddly enough some of the previously thought dead came alive. Doctor Kestran opened a dialog with one of the Engineers, a Lieutenant Domlock who suddenly recovered during her medical investigation.”
He shook his head. “We confirmed we were able to get transporter locks on the away team so following my gut and not wanting to lose touch with them again we beamed them and the few survivors off into Quarantine. Johnny was none too happy with the idea, I think his desire for the adventure set before him may be overwriting his judgement on safety, though I have to admire his energy.”
“We put the away team through some preliminary medical examinations and while we are detecting latent Chronoton Radiation its nothing that appears life threatening. At least at first glance. Once Doctor Kestran has cleared everyone, we will have to decide what to do next. Risk sending the Away Team back over and how best to go about that. I am obviously curious about the Chronoton radiation, but at the same time, I want to distance myself and our ship from any more time related incidents.”
Taking a drink from the mug, he powered the computer down and headed back towards the doors. “Computer End log!” he said as he disappeared through the doors out onto the bridge.

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

General Orders: Maintain Orbit of the Station for the time being, were monitoring for any abnormalities.
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department: As soon as Doctor Kestran Releases the away team, report to me on the bridge.
Security Department: As soon as Doctor Kestran Releases the away team, report to me on the bridge.
Operations Department: As soon as Doctor Kestran Releases the away team, report to me on the bridge.
Flight Operations: Maintain Orbit of the Station.
Engineering Department: Scans of the Station, I want to know about any inconsistencies in comparison with other Stations of the same design.
Medical Department: As soon as you have cleared the away team, report to me on the bridge.
Science Department: Please work with Engineering on Scans of the Station and report anything out of the ordinary.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Currently Dry-docked undergoing a refit.

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Yellow

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow
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A joint post by Oliver & Elianna
January 10, 2368 - Oliver Savage Reporting aboard USS Tempest, Day 1

Oliver felt the overwhelming sense of despair as he stepped off the turbolift and made his way down the corridor towards the transporter room. It would be the last time he saw this ship for some time, if ever. He stopped just outside the doors of the transporter room, taking a quick look back the way he had come. Not but two years ago he had stepped onto the ship and walked the other way, it began a journey that pushed his career towards command, not exactly something he thought he would do but it was never the less the path he was on. He took a steady deep breath and stepped towards the doors.

“Didn’t think you were going to come!” a familiar voice said as he stepped into the room.

He smiled. “Part of me didn’t want to be here.” he said.

“Really?” His Captain asked, an eyebrow rising.

He nodded an affirmative. “It's been a good run boss.” he said.

His captain clapped him on the shoulder. “Indeed. But all good things my friend.”

The transporter chief looked up at the two men. “The Honshu is signaling they are ready to receive the commander.”

His friend and mentor for the last two years extended ahead. “Good luck Oliver. Your going to do great.”

Oliver shook the man’s hand and turned to mount the Transporter pad. “Thank you sir, same to you.” he then gave a nod to the Transporter Technician. The world sparkled and the tingling sensation that was his molecular structure coming free and transmitted filled his sense. Though it only took a moment in time Oliver was convinced it was a lifetime. He waited until the tingling sensation faded and then nodded to the new face behind another transporter console.

“Welcome aboard the Honshu commander,” he held out a Padd to him. “You’ve been provided temporary quarters for your transit to your new ship.”

Oliver nodded and took the Padd and noted the guest quarters he had been assigned. “Thank you chief.” he said as he turned to leave the transporter room. He turned to the left then paused coming back around getting his bearings. He happened to catch the smirk from the Transporter Tech as the doors snapped closed behind him.

Oliver grinned to himself, though it wasn’t a Galaxy Class, the nebula was its testbed and the saucer layout was similar. He was in some ways thankful for that as it would help him get acclimated to such large vessels. He was handed off to the Honshu for transit to meet up with the Tempest which was out performing a planetary system survey. It was only going to be a few days trip but it in his mind he figured it might help.

He came to a stop at a junction and glanced both ways realizing he did not see a turbolift as he had expected. Blinking he glanced down at the Padd, then stepped to the side pressing a hand to the wall console. “Computer, where is the nearest turbolift that can take me to deck four?” he asked.

“Please follow the flashing indicators to your desired destination.” the computers voice called out and the panel lit up with a flashing series of lights. He was hoping to be a little more discrete instead of looking like the new guy but he didn’t have much choice at this point. He sighed and followed the lights as they lead him down the hallway.

“This is going to be fun!” he said under his breath as he made his way down the hallway.

“Command Savage?” a voice called to him from ahead, pulling his attention.

“Yes?” he said, an eyebrow rising.

The young Lieutenant Junior grade approached him holding out a hand. “Lieutenant Casey Torin, I’m your new Operations officer.” he said as Oliver took his hand in a firm grip. “I was delivered to the Honshu yesterday. It's a bit of a maze, figured i’d come find you and help you find your way.”

Oliver nodded. “Indeed it is Lieutenant, thanks for the thought. What do you think of this behemoth?” he asked gesturing to the halls around them, now continuing to walk following the lights again.

“She’s big, that’s for sure.” he nodded. “Not everyday one gets stationed aboard one of Starfleet’s more impressive and up to date ships.” he said as they turned the corner together coming to a stop at a turbolift.

Oliver nodded. “This one is only what, half the size of the Tempest?” he asked as they moved into the lift.

“Feels like one third,” Casey said. “Deck Four!”

The lift began to move towards their destination. “This is your, second ship right?” he asked glancing over at the Lieutenant.

He nodded. “Yes sir, if you don’t count my brief time at working at Starbase 001 for my internship time then yeah this would be my second, but my first in deep space.” the doors to the lift opened to admit them to Deck Four.

“I believe this is me.” he said looking at the Padd. “Yup!”

“Ah, I’m just down the hall.” he said pointing. “Room Eight.”

“Good to know,” he said keying in the temporary code into the door panel. “How about we meet for lunch later after I get settled in?” he said.

“Sure, there is a Ten Forward lounge on board.” Casey said.

Oliver nodded. “Sounds good, see you in a couple of hours.” He watched as the young officer turned and headed down the corridor, he too turned and entered his temporary home and took note of the expertly piled cases that were his belongings which had been beamed over prior to him leaving the Thunderchild. He walked over and dropped the case he had been carrying and fell backwards onto the bed. “Computer, set an alarm for two hours.” he heard the computer beep and then closed his eyes allowing himself to drift off. The last day had been hectic, signing over his duties and responsibilities to the Thunderchild new Executive officer. He sorely needed a nap.

The computer began letting out a series of beeps which came faster and louder with each moment. Finally Oliver’s eyes fluttered open pulling him back from the darkness. “Computer shut the alarm off please!” he said with a sigh as he heaved himself upright.

Slowly he got up and glanced around, his surroundings while known to him, still caused him to ask where he was in his head for a moment. Shaking the disoriented feeling away he stepped into the bathroom long enough to check himself to ensure he wasn’t going to embarrass himself with drool hanging off the side of a cheek or something. Nodding that his appearance was satisfactory he exited the room, stopping just inside the corridor to get his bearings. Turning to his right he found the Turbolift this time without too much of a fuss. “Deck Ten!” he said and rode the lift in silence.

Stepping into the large lounge he glanced around the vast room, his eyes pausing on the stars streaking past through the large forward windows. He continued his scan of the room, he didn’t see Casey. He had arrived a little early after all. Moving across the room he found an empty booth that afforded him a view of the windows and settled back closing his eyes for a moment.

“Get ya something Commander?” a woman’s voice called suddenly pulling him back from his meditative moment.

He nodded. “Rekarri Starburst.” he said after some consideration.

She nodded in approval. “Haven't had anyone order one of those in a while, great choice.” she made a note on a padd. “Anything else, food, appetizer?”

He shook his head. “No, not as of yet. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Alright, I’ll be back with that drink in a moment.” she said with a nod and disappeared off across the expansive lounge.

Oliver closed his eyes once more, the sound of the lounge slowly faded and all that remained was the low rumble the ship made. You had to listen fairly intently to catch the subtle sound the vessels made. Some were worse than others. He had done a short training cruise aboard an old Constitution class back during the Academy and that low rumble was unmistakable. Some found it rather annoying, but he thought it soothing.

“Looks like you made it here alright?”

Opening his eyes once more he glanced up to see Casey standing at the edge of the table staring at the windows. “I thought the view was great from here as well.” Oliver said gesturing to the booth. “Have a seat.”

Casey nodded and settled into the booth his eyes never leaving the windows. “Indeed it is.” he said now turning his attention back to Oliver. “Already order?”

“Nope, just got a drink.” he said and smiled as the young woman appeared with the festive looking drink. “Thank you Ma’am.” he said.

She smiled in response then turned to Casey. “Can I get you started with something?”

“Aldebaran Whiskey on the Rocks.” Casey said and picked up a Padd from the Center of the table.

“Excellent choice, interest you in anything else or do you need a few minutes?” she asked looking between them.

“Pub Pretzels and Beer Cheese dip.” Oliver said without hesitation.

She nodded, and looked to Casey who was waving her off for the moment, and headed back to what Oliver could only assume was the kitchen or replicator area.

“Beer Cheese Dip?” Casey asked with a quizzical look on his face.

“A good friend back home introduced me to it, it's deceptively good.” Oliver said with a smile. “And with Pub Pretzels it’s pretty amazing.”

“So I have to ask, why the change from an Akira to a Galaxy?” Casey asked as he scanned a menu.

Oliver likewise picked up a padd and began scanning the menu himself. “If you want to move up in the world you need to go where you get a bit more noticed. And my Captain kind of kicked me off.” he said with a slight chuckle. “Told me that while I was an amazing officer my skills were sorely being misused, and someone with my skills should be somewhere that I can get noticed.”

Casey looked over the edge of the Menu, “He really kicked you off eh?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that, well without some sort of disciplinary action involved.”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah me either, but its a thing apparently. My old Captain is apparently friends with the new one.” he said taking a moment to take a drink.

Casey nodded setting the Padd down. “Okay that makes sense. But forgive me for saying, your still pretty green or so it seems.”

Oliver nodded. “Indeed. But I have been in a leadership position for some time so I guess it was the next logical step. I’ve had a good bunch of mentors. And from what I hear I’ve got some big shoes to fill.”

“Did you hear what happened to the Tempest Executive officer?” Casey asked.

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, its one of those things you never hope happens to you while your on an away mission. His career cut short by an accident, not to mention the lasting effects of the damage done to his body. It’s not exactly how I think anyone wants to see their career come to an end.”

“Mosquitoes are no joke man, and this was just the distant cousin of one apparently.” Casey Said.

“Yes, but much, much larger.” Oliver nodded sagely. “I can only hope the same doesn’t happen to me.” He took another drink.

“Here you are.” the young woman returned setting down a plate with a half dozen long pretzel sticks which were still hot, and a small ceramic bowl of cheese. “Ready to order lunch?” she asked.

Oliver looked over at Casey who nodded. “Sure.” he said turning his attention back to the server. “I’ll have the Grilled Chicken Cesar salad.”

She nodded jotting that down in the padd. “And you?” she asked turning her attention to Casey.

“Patty Melt with Fries!” he said with a nod.

“Very good, I’ll get those in and back to you in a jiffy.” she said with a smile and was gone as quickly as she appeared.

“It kind of makes you think of your mortality.” Casey said.

“What, eating a patty melt?” Oliver asked with a grin.

Casey shook his head. “No, the former Exec’s situation.”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, it does. But I don’t fear the unknown.”

“What then?”

Oliver paused for a long moment. “I was involved in a skirmish some time ago, we took a beating on the ship I was on and we nearly ended up floating in escape pods as a result. I was on one of the lower decks repelling boarders, and we took a hard hit. It was kind of a blur but I remember the hull ripping away. I had enough time to grab a hold of something, and that intense cold ripping at my body. But the thing that stood out the most while I was fighting to maintain consciousness I watched as a friend was blown out into space. That look in their eyes as life left them and the deep cold took them. It was probably one of the most sobering and scary moments I’ve experienced so far in my career. I think that is what I fear the most. It ending in a blinding flash and seconds. The thought of drifting aimlessly in deep space, no one really knowing what happened to me.” he said, then took a long pull from the drink in front of him.

“Damn,” Casey said under his breath. “Never experienced anything like that. Hell I’ve not even been in combat yet.”

“Really?” Oliver asked snapping his mind away from that memory.

“Yeah, just lucky I guess. Every ship I’ve been on thus far has not been in a conflict. The Captain always talked us out of it, or we somehow just never ran into something that wanted to kill us.” Casey said.

“Your lucky.”

“Is it really that bad?”

Oliver shook his head. “It’s terrifying. But you don’t really have time to think about it. Sometimes it happens so fast it’s over before you have time to really think about what could have been.”

Casey shook his head. “I’ve had a couple of my Academy buddies who’ve seen combat and they kind of said the same thing. You don’t really have time to be scared. They always said that when it happens your training kind of just takes over and your almost on autopilot.”

“That seems as accurate an assessment as any. But fear is certainly a factor. Especially when your involved in your first.”

The young woman approached with a tray, she set the salad in front of Oliver, and the Sandwich in front of Casey. “There you go fellas, anything else I can get you?” she asked.

“Ranch!” Casey said staring longingly at his sandwich.

She eyed him dubiously and then nodded. “Ranch it is.”

Oliver waved her off. “I’m good, but thank you.”

“Ranch?” he asked Casey as the server retreated to the kitchen area.

Casey nodded sagely as he took a bite from his sandwich. “Love that stuff with Fries.”

Oliver smiled and laughed. “I think you have more to fear from your eating habits than you do from any combat situation. Medical’s going to put you on a diet if your not careful.”

Casey gave Oliver a mock look of horror. “Say it isn’t so Commander!”

They both laughed and continued to eat.

January 11, 2368

He had taken no time in scheduling a team meeting, it seemed easier this way. He would have to schedule some one on one time with them so he could try and get to know them each individually. But he felt that perhaps an initial introduction meeting would be the best idea. He had never had the luxury of such a large conference room before, the meeting space they had on the Thunderchild was relatively small, more akin to something you might find on a Intrepid class, it was more functional than spacious.

The doors slid open and two of the new officers strolled in chatting as they came, then more, and more. Oliver could feel that strange moment of anxiety and panic suddenly well up in him as he watched each of them walk in and slowly drop into a chair around the table each discussing some aspect of their jobs or shipboard life. He felt in a way that he was certainly the outcast, but the sheepish look he got from Casey as he strolled in and found a chair brought back his confidence and reminded him that he was not alone in being new.

Oliver waited a few minutes more looking over the Padd in front of him allowing them time to wrap up their conversations. Then something happened he had not expected, the Captain walked in, which caused him to shoot to his feet with a certain expedience of a first year cadet. The others looked at him, and the room went quiet. When the Captain cleared his throat, they all seemed to start and looked to the elder man.

“Just wanted to pop in and see how things were going.” he said scanning the room, his baritone voice somewhat helping to sooth his nerves.

Oliver swallowed and nodded, trying to convey confidence. “Just getting started sir. Did you want to join us?” he asked gesturing to the table.

The old man smirked and held up a hand. “No, just wanted to make sure they had not eaten you yet. Tough crowd.” he said holding up his hand in a mock whisper. “Go easy on him.” he said and disappeared from the room. There was a bit of disarming laughter which allowed them all to relax.

Oliver shook his head, a grin on his lips. “I suppose that helps break the ice a bit.” he said. “Thanks for coming all.” he said settling back into his chair, they all quieted back down and turned their attention to him.

“Welcome aboard, do you prefer ranch or barbeque?” Joey Saunder’s asked with a smile.

“Truth be told,” he pondered the question a moment. “It depends on how I’m to be prepared.” Oliver said with a smirk. “You must be Joey?” he asked.

The officer gave an affirming nod.

A middle aged woman waved. “Kathryn, I do the fly’n” she said with a smile.

“Chief Nazira.” he heard the one at the other end of the table say with a nod.

“Casey.” he said with a wave.

“That must leave Seria.” Oliver said nodding to the Andorian woman.

“Indeed. Figured it was obvious.” she offered with a shrug.

Oliver scanned over them for a moment and smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, we seem to be missing a Doctor?” he asked.

“Probably tied up with a patient.” Kathryn said. “Busy woman these days, with new crew rotating in all the time.”

Oliver nodded, and made a note on his padd. “I’ll have to get down to sickbay myself for my own physical. Much as I hate doing them.” he said with a nod looking back up. “Well I’m glad you call could make it. I’m not much on crazy speeches. I just wanted a chance to sit down in a sort of formal setting so we had a chance to meet each other since we're going to be spending some good long quality time together. We’ll get plenty of chance to get to know one another. Let me say this, my door is always open. No matter the time or day.” he stopped and blinked. “Okay maybe not all the time, but nearly. You wake me up in the middle of my sleep cycle it had better be good. I don’t function well if I don’t get my beauty sleep. Your risk if you do.” he smiled again.

He paused as a collective laugh ran through them again.

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened with your previous first officer, hopefully I will do well enough by you that you’ll have a quick transition. If there is anything you’d like to ask me, feel free to do so now.” he said leaning back in his chair.

Kathryn waved a hand lazily at him. “Your from Earth?”

Oliver nodded. “Haven't been home in a long while. But yes, I was born and raised mostly in Oregon.”

“Can we change to a five shift rotation?” Casey asked with a grin.

“No.” Oliver said flatly.

“Compromise at a four?” he asked.

Oliver shrugged, “Ships on three right now, draw me up something and I’ll look it over. If you and pass my requirements then I’ll propose it to the Captain.”

“What are your requirements?”

“Send me your proposal and you’ll find out.” he said with a slight grin.

Seira leaned forward. “I would like to discuss with you increasing our Tactical readiness drills.”

“Send me a meeting invite, and we will certainly discuss that. I have not had a chance to review yet what it has been done in that regards so maybe you can bring me up to speed.” he said and looked to each of them.

Oliver watched them as they seemed to be pondering what kind of questions they might ask but no one spoke up. He gave them all a smile and stood. “Short, sweet, and to the point. Thank you all for coming. If you need anything let me know.” he said dismissing them.

He watched as each of them filed out of the room and then settled back into the chair, and pulled up the ships internal messaging system. He opened a new Message and then paused staring at it, then shut it down. “Nope…” he got up and headed for the turbolift.

He stepped into the turbolift a few moments later. “Sickbay!”

Elianna tossed a bloodied cloth aside onto a cart and leveled a glare at the man on the biobed as she initialized her dermal regenerator, “This is the third time Higgins, the third time!”

The man in sitting nonchalantly on the biobed in front of her was probably in his early 30’s, some grey was already showing up in his hair and he regarded the doctor with a somewhat roguish grin through his split lip. His left eye was swollen and purple, and blood trickled down his face from the abrasion along his eyebrow. “What can I say Doc, I know how to take my punches.”

“And what about Cadet Jacobs?” She motioned to another biobed where a younger crewman lay unconscious. It was clear who was the winner of the match.

Higgins glanced at Jacobs and for a second Elianna thought she saw some flash of remorse, but true to form, by the time he looked at her again he was full of his usual bravado, “He took his punches too, his problem was he hasn’t learned to tell which punches he needs to avoid.”

The doctor’s expression clearly told him how angry she was as she muttered, “Human males and their obsession with physical violence. It’s a wonder your species lived long enough to become warp capable. I’m going to be having a talk with the Captain about your behavior, I have better things to do than patch you up every time you decide you’re in the mood for a punching match.”

“It’s a boxing match, Doc. And it’s a sport!”

“It’s stupidity is what it is,” she looked at one of her assistants and said with disgust, “You take over here before I become physically violent myself.”

Oliver strolled into sickbay, and had noticed Doctor Kestran from the picture in her file, she was already taking care of a pair of patients so he opted not to interrupt but instead listen and watch how she worked. A grin slowly spread as he listened to her chastise the large man who was clearly with the Security department, but when he had a chance to look past her and noted the young man who was clearly the other party he frowned, but he waited still not wanting to interrupt the good doctor at work. He had learned that lesson long ago, you don’t mess with doctors. She clearly was a force to be reckoned with as it appeared, which again brought a slight grin. She wouldn’t be one to avoid when it came time to do physicals, that was certain.



Elianna exchanged a brief conversation with another Medical Officer who was tending to Cadet Jacobs and then walked over to where Oliver stood, quickly sizing him up. He was sharp, for lack of a better word. She could feel a bit of nervousness from him, she assumed due to the new position he was in, but mostly he came across to her as professional. She suspected this one was going to be more of a boy scout than their last XO. Which she wouldn’t complain about. While she was not glad for how things ended, she and Oliver’s predecessor could hardly have been called friends. Elianna didn’t generally bump heads with people, but that was a notable exception. Extending a hand she introduced herself, “Dr. Kestran, Chief Medical Officer. Although I’m sure you already know that.. sir.” It was clear the sir was an afterthought, although she meant no intentional disrespect. “I apologize for not making it to the meeting…” she flicked a gaze to behind him as the doors opened and Torrin entered, but went on, “I was dealing with a problem child.” Elianna gave a small nod of her head in the direction of Lt. JG Higgins. She offered him a wry smile, “I promise I’m not always so… irritable.”

Oliver offered a smile, “I wouldn’t classify that as irritable. That was more like concern for the safety of your crew. Which is entirely understandable. I had days like that myself, and had a few talking too’s about the error of my ways regarding pounding skulls. Kind of comes with the Security background i guess. I’ll address it with the department head at our next meeting. Hopefully you won't see those two in here again all busted up.” he shrugged staring at the bruised officer. “This is why we have holodecks with safety protocols.” he returned his attention back to her. “Oliver,” he said shaking her hand. “Sir is my father.” he said.

With a slight laugh she replied, “You’re much too forgiving. I was being very irritable at the moment. But I suppose I just expect everyone around me to be able to feel that too. No matter how long I am away from Betazed I still forget at times how different it is.”

He chuckles himself. “I can’t imagine what it must be like dealing with all of us overly emotional beings. Maybe it is a wonder that we ever made it into space. Especially given our history.”

“I’m Betazoid, not Vulcan. If it’s not human emotions, it’s someone else’s. And trust me, Betazoid women can be some of the most emotional in the quadrant. You get used to it. And you learn how to put your walls up as much as possible. Anyway, “ she waved her hand dismissively, “you surely didn’t come here to hear me talk about dealing with everyone’s emotions. And if you did, you would be talking to the wrong person, there’s a good reason I’m not the ship’s counselor.”

Oliver nodded, “No, that wasn’t the intention, but it did give me some interesting insight into you. Which was more the point. Not specifically philosophical issues of dealing with emotions and such. But educational nonetheless.” he paused a moment as of it consider something. “It also clued me in that I’m likely not to escape my physical. Which I figured I would need to schedule with you, and since you missed the brief staff meeting figured I’d come down and introduce myself.”

Torrin cleared his throat surreptitiously and Elianna shifted her attention to him, “Hello Lieutenant, you are our new Operations Officer I believe?”

He nodded and smiled, “That I am, I guess you’ve been acquainting yourself with my medical file.”

“That is part and parcel with the position of Chief Medical Officer. So are you reporting for your physical?” He nodded and she motioned another of her staff over, “This is Lt. Harper, he will get you squared away and ready for duty.”

Casey’s face reflected the disappointment he was feeling and he turned to her with a bit of a coy smile, “I was hoping maybe you’d be conducting the physical yourself. But I guess I don’t mind Harper doing it, if I could convince you maybe to have a cup of coffee with me sometime to make up for it?”

Elianna gave a heartfelt laugh and then responded, “Sorry Torrin, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m married.” The young man looked a bit crestfallen as he followed Harper off across the room.

Oliver grinned watching the young ambitious officer move away with Lieutenant Harper. “He’s bold, I’ll give him that.” he said quietly. “You handled that very well.” he said shaking his head and trying not to laugh.

“Well I suppose bold is a good attribute for someone on the bridge crew. So, Oliver… that seems like a fairly informal way for your department heads to refer to you. I take it you prefer a more collegiate relationship, or is that just your way of trying to make us feel more trusting of you?”

He shrugged. “Personal Preference mostly. I feel that it does however help build a certain sense of trust and comradery if were a bit less formal. But it also lets me feel out who knows when to be more formal and not. Kind of lets people feel out where the line is I guess. What about you? Have a preference on what you like to be called? Doctor, Doc, Doc Kestran?”

“Elianna will do just fine. I’m not one for formality and I’m not afraid to say so. Or Doctor, in a pinch I suppose.” A nurse passed a padd to her which she looked over quickly and passed back with a small nod before looking at Oliver again, “Is there anything I can do for you, I mean to help you get settled into your new role or the ship and so forth?”

He pondered that question for a long moment. “Well there is the matter of my physical, we should schedule that. And probably in all honesty schedule a second day because I’ll likely miss the first.” he offered a sheepish grin. “If there is anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask of course. If there is any tips you can give me on navigating this crazy thing were living on now or some insight on the crew that you feel might be important to know that is always good. Of course nothing that would break patient confidentiality. Doctors tend to know things, most people take them for granted in that regard. I know better.”

“Insights to the crew… well for starters don’t ever play poker with Saunders, he cheats to win,” she gives a knowing wink. “But other than his questionable ethics with cards, he’s a good guy. In all seriousness, they’re a good crew overall.” She looked at Higgins, “Even him, he won’t admit it, but he feels badly for what happened to Cadet Jacobs. This isn’t normally so bad, so hopefully this will make him think twice in the future.”

“That's the funny thing about away missions, they don’t always go as planned. It’s both an amazing part of the job and frightening to say the least.” he nodded knowingly.

“I’ll have a couple dates sent to your schedule for that physical, at least you’re up front about the fact you’ll probably miss that first one. Wish I had such an easy time with Captain. What is it with Captains and their doctors anyway?”



“It’s not just the Captains, but they can be a bigger pain since they have a bit more power than the rest of us. Though you might take a page out of the book from my last Chief Medical officer,” he grinned. “She used to kidnap us in our sleep if we didn’t show. Bit of abuse with the transporters and sedatives, but it did the trick I suppose. After the first time, I never missed one again, not without notice and good reason that is.”

She blinked in surprise, “Remind me to thank your old CMO for ingraining such consideration into you, but I’ll pass on the kidnapping. Seems a bit extreme, if not a little questionable. Just hold onto that when you become a Captain and your next CMO will appreciate you even more.”

He nodded sagely. “I will keep that in mind. Thanks for the chat Doc..Elianna.” he said correcting himself. “Need anything from me before I make my grand escape?”

“No, I think I’m good. I have some other things to get back to anyway. It’s pleasure to meet you Oliver and I look forward to serving under you.”

He smiled, and headed for the door. “Serving with, I don't generally think of people serving under me, it doesn't seem right.” he said jokingly as he disappeared out the door.
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Mission 61 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 16
Sim Date: January 13, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)
(Eric) New Character – Engineering Officer (ENG) (Observing)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Lieutenant J.G. Casey Torin – Operations Officer from the USS Tempest & Odyssey Station.
Commander Phand – Commanding officer USS Gael
Ensign Rollo – Science Department USS Tempest
Chief Phillips – Engineering Department: Transporter Technician – USS Tempest


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Crazy Start to 2018, had a great time despite the weird start to the sim but it was a great story with a great Cliff Hanger at the end. Let’s hope that Johnny does not explode in the next sim. LOL
DH – AKA: Sully made an incredible log, check it out if you have not.
As always I encourage you to create logs of your own, it adds more depth to the game and your characters, also gives wonderful ammunition to the Game Master depending upon what you include and how deeply you dive into your own characters feelings, background, etc. Logs, logs, logs. Do joint logs if your comfortable with that.

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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 13:42:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.44 ST:AB Stardate: 11813.01
Location: USS Finnmark, Deck 1, Bridge.

Since the Time Laps between sims is none, will just provide a quick recap of the last sims major events.
The away team was released, no concerns were really noted. On that note the away team was authorized to return to “Ghost Hunting” as Johnny so Eloquently put it.
Science Officer Rollo with all their chocolate Carmel goodness came up with a way to protect the away team with a clever modification to some EVA suits.
Johnny, Elianna, Idaris, and Wythe all returned to the station to continue the investigation all wonderfully clad in their protective EVA suits.
The USS Gael checked in with the Finnmark and was informed of the odd things going on at the station.
Upon beaming to the Station Lieutenant J.G. Torin encountered some issues detecting the Away Teams Movements.
The Away team continues exploring the station and comes across further death and destruction.
As the Away Team Explores further they find that doors will not open for them.
The Away Team encounters an unknown alien being cloaked in a hood and darkness, and we were left with the alien pointing something at Johnny Cleveland and activating whatever it is.
There we go, cliff hanger… find out next time on Star Trek: Tempest

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Dry Dock undergoing refit.

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Yellow

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow
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Mission 62 “Things that go bump”
Sim Date: January 21, 2018
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
CJ was not able to join us this weekend, we ran a one off sim that CJ can choose to use in his grand scheme of things, and it was a strange thing. I will be giving my brief overview of what happened the last time we were able to meet on our Storyline. Everyone seemed to have fun so I would chalk that up as a success! Thanks for playing again everyone.

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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 13:42:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.44 ST:AB Stardate: 11813.01
Location: USS Finnmark,

Just a quick overview of what happened in our last meeting:
The crew found themselves having woken up in a creepy rundown mansion, eventually found themselves and killed some random old person with a chandelier. A Cat accosted Johnny. Ran into a creepy record player with some undead dancers, which the team dispatched with ease knocking the record player over. Then while looking for the kitchen found an equally creepy library and a specter of a Librarian who was not too keen on the Away Team members touching the books without a library card.
Eventually the team made it to the kitchen where they found an old woman in the kitchen whom they struck up a conversation on and were able to deduce they were stuck in some sort of dream like state but in a shared consciousness. The Cat that previously accosted Johnny showed and started talking with the old woman, and then darkness.

Since the Time Laps between Sims is none, will just provide a quick recap of the last sims major events.
The away team was released, no concerns were really noted. On that note the away team was authorized to return to “Ghost Hunting” as Johnny so Eloquently put it.
Science Officer Rollo with all their chocolate Carmel goodness came up with a way to protect the away team with a clever modification to some EVA suits.
Johnny, Elianna, Idaris, and Wythe all returned to the station to continue the investigation all wonderfully clad in their protective EVA suits.
The USS Gael checked in with the Finnmark and was informed of the odd things going on at the station.
Upon beaming to the Station Lieutenant J.G. Torin encountered some issues detecting the Away Teams Movements.
The Away team continues exploring the station and comes across further death and destruction.
As the Away Team Explores further they find that doors will not open for them.
The Away Team encounters an unknown alien being cloaked in a hood and darkness, and we were left with the alien pointing something at Johnny Cleveland and activating whatever it is.
There we go, cliffhanger… find out next time on Star Trek: Tempest

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green - Drydock for refit.

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Yellow

Starbase Odyssey Status
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Mission 63 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 17
Sim Date: January 27, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)
(Eric) New Character – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Security Officer (SEC)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Lieutenant J.G. Casey Torin – Operations Officer from the USS Tempest & Odyssey Station

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Vanessa has informed us that she will not be able to make the sim any longer, it’s unfortunate but it’s for the best. Her family meets Saturdays so it’s been causing her issues getting to the sim’s so she’s opted to step back. We did express that she is welcome anytime she wants to come and guest, the doors always open. Really enjoyed her character and working with her, so hopefully one day she will be able to return.

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IC Date: August 20, 2397 Time: 14:58:07
Star Trek Stardate: 74634.58 ST:AB Stardate: 11827.01
Location: USS Finnmark, Bridge

Oliver stood just in front of his chair; he felt that sinking feeling in his gut as the situation played out in front of him. On the viewscreen the Finnmark danced through the battlefield, her Phaser’s tracing angry red lines in space and furrows in hull plating as she dealt out punishment against the True Federation Vessels.
He glanced over to the turbolift as its doors parted and he watched a confident Sully Derringer step in turning and for just a moment giving Oliver a wink, and some finger guns as the door eclipsed him.
It was moments like this where the uncertainty of action always drilled into Oliver’s gut, and today he felt it, so much so watching Sully disappear knowing that his decision could have just very well spelled the fate of his Executive Officer. He felt that tinge of guilt slam into his stomach at that thought once again, but the ship shuddered having taken another hit and it snapped him back to the situation at hand. “Target that ship!” he snapped pointing to the vessel, which just flew right over them, and was turning away quickly ahead of them now.
“Aye sir!” he heard the acting tactical officer shout as another barrage hit the ship.
Oliver watched as the ship turned suddenly. He felt as the inertial dampeners compensated for the sudden maneuver only having caused him to sway in place. He watched at the Finnmarks weapons were suddenly dumped into the aft of the new vessel that had accosted them.
“Their shields are at forty two percent!” someone called out.
“Give it to them!” Oliver said pointing again at the screen, and watched as if his will had something to do with the Finnmark’s weapons lashing out and dancing across the vessels shields. The Phaser’s ran gouts of energy across her aft shields sending plasma into space. A spread of torpedoes flashed between the vessels and the stricken vessel ahead of them began a lazy spin to port, debris spewing from hull breaches. Plasma began to vent into space from her engines, and then and explosion ripped through the vessel causing the spin to increase. “Break off, put us on a new target!” Oliver said.
“Reading a core breach in progress.” He heard the Tactical officer exclaim excitedly.
“Move us away full impulse!” Oliver said.
“I’ve got a new target, designated Delta three!” the Helmsman called out and the ship spun and accelerated. The viewscreen flashed, signaling the end of the vessel they had left behind.
Oliver shook his head at the senseless death he felt he had just caused; he knew the stubborn True Federation officers would not have abandoned their vessels, their track record for survival upon failure was thus far well known. The only survivor that he was aware of he had ferried to Starfleet Security months ago. He knew at least in part the mind of the enemy now. It pained him to think of all the senseless death. He glanced up at the chronometer over the viewscreen, only minutes had past, but to him it felt entirely like an eternity.

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

General Orders:
Executive Officer: Execute your plan as instructed.
Tactical Officer Department: Ready Tricobalt Devices, prepare to destroy the station! Continue doing your best to disable the True Federation Vessels while we prepare to destroy the station!
Security Department:
Operations Department: Get our team back to the ship!
Flight Operations: Continue Evasive Manuvers!
Engineering Department: Damage Control!
Medical Department: Prepare for wounded.
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – In Transit

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Red – In Combat!

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Green
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A joint Post by Oliver Savage, and Elianna Kestran.

“Twenty-four hours of hell”




Location: USS Finnmark, Bridge

“By the way, the space Goddess you released a while ago, she saved us from that Paris explosion and told me she loved you and wanted me to watch your back.”

Oliver stopped cold, his thought processes coming back to that one moment, those words. He blinked, that deer in the headlights look. “What?” he heard his own words echo. The tension on the bridge suddenly changed. Oliver wasn’t sure what to call it right now. It was a gambit of emotions as one statement was so simply put, but so profound, it stopped everything. Oliver could hear Johnny continuing his tirade but he was only getting a few words at a time. Oliver just stared at Sully who didn’t really seem to understand he had just dropped a bomb.

Oliver felt his cheeks redden a little, but he took a breath and let it out, and the pounding in his ears subsided he had not realized he was holding his breath..

“Did you hear anything I just said? We need to be open and communicate our thoughts with each other instead of just writing everything in our logs.” then it seemed to register with him as well what Sully had just said. “Wait, what?”

Oliver pointed at Johnny, shaking his hand as if half to wave him off and half to show he had a point. “Indeed, you are so very right. And we will. But I need to process this, and I need you all to get your after action reports in so we don’t forget anything that’s happened here. While it’s fresh in our minds. We can get down to the…” he paused not sure what to call it. “We can have a candid discussion soon enough. Let’s get the job done and then I promise we’ll take some time to talk.”

Johnny was still staring puzzled at Sully, but Oliver was certain that probably registered with him but he was just focused on what Sully had said.

“Sully, I’m glad you survived this ordeal, and we are going to have a talk about this later. I would appreciate it if you could take the bridge for the time being. We are going to maintain our position here. Signal the Gael and let them know what has happened and have them fall back to our position for the time being. We’re going to need to start working on recovery.” he turned to look at the floating debris on the viewscreen, his eyes slowly drifted down the Operations Officer. “Ensign Wythe, scan the debris field for ships still with us.”

“Aye sir, I’m on it!” she said as she turned back to her station, she still wore a puzzled look as she was clearly lost on what was happening.

“Someone will explain later Ensign.” he said turning back to Johnny. “Start coordinating rescue efforts, get our shuttles in the air helping collect any escape pods. Make sure we are identifying where the pods came from. We might very well be picking up True Federation crew, though I have my doubts.” he said then fixed his view on the Security Officer. “Lieutenant Idaris, you’re going to be crowd control, and we may need a prison set up to hold any True Federation Survivors, I want security on all of our critical systems!” he said taking a breath, and stopping to consider what he’s forgetting.

About a hundred things were rushing through his thought processes, he stopped as one of them stood out alarmingly, then he looked up at Elianna. “I don’t think I have to tell you it’s about to get really busy.” he hazarded a glance back at the viewscreen.

Elianna nodded, he could see the look on her face and knew that she was already well aware of that fact. However, before he could open his mouth to utter an apology a sound that made every Starfleet Officer pause, the automated sound of Escape Pods screaming for help over subspace.

Melody turned at her console to glance over her shoulder. “We’ve got three Starfleet vessels, one Klingon Bird of Prey, and a True Federation ship all disabled out there. I’m detecting about twenty two escape pods in the debris field.”

Oliver felt his heart sink, he somehow expected more survivors. “Thank you Ensign, start flagging them.” He glanced around the bridge a moment. “Wake everyone who isn’t, we’ve got a small crew and were going to need every able hand, if they’ve got medical experience above the basics send them to Sickbay to help with wounded, anyone with basic only send them to the shuttlebay and transporter rooms to help with Triage and patient movement.” He said. “Let’s get to work!”

“Sir, one of the Starfleet Vessels is losing power, life support is failing.” Melody called out over her shoulder.

“Helm put us between them and the Station!” Oliver called out and noted the nod from the person at the helm. Oliver turned his attention to the Ensign once more. “Ensign Wythe, have them tag critically wounded and beam them here, the rest to the station! Get the Emergency transporters rolling, and have Engineering convert cargo transporters over so we have more transport throughput.” He said, and then turned back to Johnny, he took note that Sully was already working on his task. “Johnny, coordinate getting the Escape pods pulled in or landed, contact each that you can and get wounded status, triage them accordingly. Once we’ve got them all docked here or at the station help with the transport’s.”

“I’ve got to call this in!” he said to himself more than anything. He turned and headed towards the ready room passing through the doors without missing a beat. “Computer, get me a subspace communications link to command, priority one.” He said dropping into the chair behind the desk.

The familiar face of Admiral Walker appeared on the screen. “Oliver, how are things at…” his voice trailed off. “What the hell happened?”

Oliver took a glance over his shoulder and noted the debris field was fully visible through the window behind him. “Were still putting the pieces together, it’s hard to explain. But there was a temporal incursion here. When we arrived things were in a state of fluctuation and we didn’t understand it until we beamed a team over to the station. Details will have to be forthcoming, but needless to say we need help here as soon as you can spare it. We’ve got three ships disabled, one which is currently losing power, a Klingon Bird of Prey, and a True Federation ship.”

“You disabled a True Federation ship?” Walker asked a bit surprised.

Oliver nodded. “I’m surprised myself, recovery operations are ongoing and we’ll be taking every precaution with any survivors we can find on board.”

“Good, they may prove to have valuable intel.” Walker said.

“The station seems to be in good order, but were going to need to figure out exactly what happened here. You familiar with the incident involving the Enterprise D and Solonagin based life forms?” he asked.

This brought about a scowl to the Admiral’s face. “Yes.”

“Well I had the quick and dirty during the conflict, I had a bit lower security rating at the time this happened.” he said leaning back in the chair. “They were an integral part of what happened here and from what I gathered in a brief conversation with the away team members the True Federation may have struck some kind of agreement with them. Once recovery is done, we’ll get it all to you in a report.” He said.

“Good, try and make it a priority.” Walker said. “That is disturbing to say the least. How did you stop the threat?”

“Sully.” Oliver said.

Walker’s eyebrow arched. “Sully?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, he had an idea and I let him run with it. I need to get details from him, but whatever he did worked. But I doubt it’s the last we’ve heard from that species.”

“See that you do, we’ll route help your way. Continue at your discretion. Expect that you’ll probably get a visit from the agents from the Department of Temporal Investigations.”

Oliver nodded. “I suspect they will be along very shortly.” He said.

“Good work Oliver, Walker out.” He said and the screen went blank.

Oliver stood, and crossed the room quickly passing through the doors hazarding a quick glance around the bridge, and then he moved to the turbolift.

“Captain!” Sully’s voice called out pulling his attention.

Oliver stopped short of the Turbolift. “Yes?”

“We’ve scanned the True Federation ship, she’s losing power, and we’re picking up indeterminate life signs on board.” he said looking Oliver’s way.

“Keep a close eye on that ship for now. Try and get locks on what life signs you can and get them to Triage but make sure security knows who they are and where they are going. We can’t afford to have one loose, not right now!” he said.

Sully nodded, and turned back to Ensign Wythe, and gave her a nod.

Oliver stopped, a brief smile gracing his lips watching his crew working very efficiently, and noting Johnny’s grumbling from his station. He was grumbling but working. He turned and stepped into the turbolift. “Cargo Bay Two!” he said. The lift doors closed to eclipse the bridge. He could hear them all working and trying to coordinate rescue efforts, he knew that it was going to be a rough day. The lift sped its way down into the ship, it only took a moment to go down a couple of decks, and he exited and headed down the hall to the cargo bay. The doors opened into what could only be described as Chaos.

Oliver didn’t skip a beat, he walked in taking an offered medical tricorder from one of medics helping coordinate traffic. He crossed the room coming to a stop watching as a couple of Engineers finished cutting the hatch off a mangled escape pod which sent it clattering to the floor. The smell that rushed out to greet them made his stomach churn, burnt flesh, electronics, and the smell of blood. They rushed forward helping guide the survivors out, he pulled the scanner off the top of the tricorder and began scanning as they came, and simply pointed to the two triage areas they had set up.


Location: USS Finnmark, Sickbay


“Where’s the cortical stimulator?” a voice called from across the room and Nurse Morales called back from where she was standing next to the CMO, “I’ve got it!”

Elianna glanced up as the nurse scurried off with the stimulator and then turned her attention back to closing up the patient she was working on. He had been pulled out of an escape pod and was found with a deep laceration to the left side of his abdomen. Though the sickbay was in a lot of turmoil, she was able to focus on the man on her table because she trusted her team to do what needed done.

“Ok, done here,” she said as Morales rejoined her, “Let’s get him moved out of the surgical ward and into recovery, but we need to flag him for security, he’s TF.” The nurse nodded dutifully, tapping something into the padd she had pulled from her jacket pocket.

“Dr. Kestran!” She grabbed a towel to clean her bloodied hands and crossed the room to where Julie was standing over a woman they had brought on from the station. She turned a worried gaze to Elianna as she approached, “I ran the scans on her spine like you said, and there’s no doubt about it. It’s fractured.”

Elianna studied the scan results with some consternation before saying, “Move her to the top of the list to go into surgery. It looks like her spinal cord is being compressed by the fractured bone here,” she tapped the screen. “We need to get it set properly and healed before it causes permanent damage to the nerves.”

Julie nodded as Elianna moved towards the doors of the sickbay. Three more patients were being brought in. One was being carried and two were able to come in without assistance. She stopped and gave a cursory look at the two who came on their own. The first had a minor head wound, the other had second degree burns. Neither was a priority so she directed them to the secondary triage in the cargo bay. The third though was unconscious and appeared to have had a severe head trauma and she motioned for the men carrying him to take him to an empty bed.

From the far corner she heard the person who had asked for the stimulator call, “Clear!” Followed by the familiar sound of of the charge as they tried to revive the patient. And again, “Clear!” At the sound of the second charge, Elianna turned and hurried over to see what help she might be even as she hear a third, “Clear!” and following charge. As she reached the biobed the medical officer looked up at her and shook his head. She could see the distress on his face. Elianna patted his shoulder, “You did what you could Stevens, mark it up and move on. We’ve got plenty more patients who need you.” She couldn’t stand around comforting an inexperienced medic, so she left him to collect himself while she dove back into the fray.

“I need 4 ccs of Dexalin over here!”

Elianna snagged a hypo and slipped the appropriate vial of medication into it before tossing it to Lieutenant Weiss who gave her a grateful nod in response. She kept moving back over to the bed where the head trauma patient had been placed. Picking up a medical tricorder, she ran a scan and then set it aside to retrieve some Formazine and Inpedrezine and administered both to the patient. He stirred with a groan and she placed a hand on his shoulder to still him. “You’ve had a pretty serious cranial trauma, so try to lie still. I’m going to have Nurse Morales here get some more in depth scans on your brain to ensure there wasn’t any severe damage.”

The man peered up at her and the nurse through squinting eyes, and groaned again, “Doc, it hurts…”

She nodded and reloaded the hypo, this time with a vial of Triptacederine and pressed it to his neck, “That should ease the pain, but if it gets worse, please let the nurse know right away, it could be a sign of a complication.” He looked slightly relieved as the pain meds took effect and gave a stiff nod of understanding.

The bed where the deceased patient was laying just a moment before was already occupied by a new patient. It seemed never ending. Elianna took a deep breath and tried to quell the anxious feeling that these situations inevitably brought on. They would get through this, just like they always did before. So with renewed determination she went back to work.


Location: USS Finnmark, Briefing Room


Elianna entered the briefing room and felt an immediate sense of relief. “Computer dim the lights, please.” The computer obliged, bringing the lighting down to a soft glow. She smiled a bit, satisfied with the much more relaxed setting.

Here in this room was no chaos, no beeping monitors, no shouts for surgical tools or medicine. Emily had relieved her after nearly twenty hours heading up the Main Sickbay and Elianna hadn’t argued. She was feeling more weary than she had in a long time. But she needed to decompress, and she never felt comfortable in the Finnmark’s quarters. It was like a reminder that it wasn’t her own quarters on either the Tempest or Odyssey Station. It just never felt like home. So instead she had come to the briefing room, a peaceful oasis at the moment since it wasn’t in use. And replicators, that was crucial. She didn’t have the energy to deal with the bustling mess hall.

After replicating herself a cup of Jestral tea, she pulled one of the chairs over in front of a cushioned bench situated along the side wall. It was usually reserved for the occasional observers to meetings, but it offered a clear view of the windows and made it feel less like she was here for the usual briefing. Sitting down on the bench, she propped her feet up on the chair and leaned back with a contented sigh. From here she could drink her tea and see out the viewport. If not for the debris it would have been a downright beautiful view. It was at least enough to give her a place to get her mind cleared.

The whine of a Transporter effect filled the calm serenity of the lounge, and the bright shimmering effect cast shadows across the room, and slowly Oliver appeared, his shoulders hung low, and he was certainly worse for wear, and his uniform certainly was a testament to his efforts to help Triage and render aid to the wounded they had seen come in.

She lifted an eyebrow as he transported into the room and a small smile played at the corners of her mouth, “I thought I was the only one who liked to hide out in here. Guess I was wrong. Or were you looking for me?”

The feeling of exhaustion coming from him was strong and she patted the seat next to her on the bench, “Give your feet a rest, Oliver. It feels like you could use it.”

Oliver turned around startled, and let out a sigh of relief seeing that it was Elianna. “Needed a place to get away that was quiet.” he crossed the room to the replicator punching in an order for some Chai Tea, and settled down next to her on the bench slumping against the wall. “I keep telling you great minds think alike!” he said with a half hearted chuckle. “What a hell of a day.” he glanced down at his uniform. “I think this may be the first time in a long time since I have actually considering burning a uniform.”

She glanced down at her own blood stained uniform and wrinkled her nose as she realized just how bad she looked. Then giving a resigned sigh she replied, “I think hell of a day might be an understatement. Thankfully, Emily gave me some relief so I could get a breather.”

Oliver nodded sagely. “I’m just glad the wounded have stopped coming in. Not sure life support can handle much more. I’ve not seen that many in ages.” he took a moment to take a drink from his mug. “We did good work today.” he stopped to ponder that a moment. “Yesterday too.” he shook his head and took another drink from his mug. “How did your staff do? They holding up okay?”

She took a sip of her own tea and her eyes studied the floating debris outside as she thought about the events of the day and the performance of her team. For someone who was as familiar with her as Oliver was, a look of satisfaction would be noticeable in her face as she answered, “I’m really proud of them. It’s been rough, but honestly they could practically do it without me. Emily is very capable for someone who was frozen in time for over 100 years.” Elianna turned a joking smile to Oliver as she said this, before she went on, “It’s a strange thing to feel like your own team could operate like clockwork without you. But I’m grateful for it at the same time. Otherwise I couldn’t have moments like these.”

A pause hung over them for a moment before she finally asked softly, “How are you holding up?” She wanted to say she had felt his emotions when Sully made his announcement, that she knew how much it shook him. But she didn’t. Perhaps he would know what she meant anyway, maybe the words weren’t necessary.

Oliver stayed silent for a long moment pondering the answer to her question, he knew he couldn’t hide it so it wasn’t a point in trying to avoid the subject. “I’m not sure how I feel.” he said, breathing a sigh. “I really want to throttle Sully for that stunt he pulled, and give Johnny the finger for being right. I knew what was going on in Sully’s mind for a change. But I was kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place. I had to trust Sully to do the right thing, and trust that he would in the end survive. The alternative could have been just as destructive.” he stared down into his mug, swirling the tea a bit. “I want to be mad about the Empusa thing, but…” he shook his head. “I don’t know how I feel.” he shrugged. “Maybe I just have not had time to process it yet.”

“You did the right thing with Sully. And it seems to me that in the end his stunt worked, even if not quite the way he intended it to.”

He nodded. “I know. Sully needed that gesture and it was high time I showed him that I could trust him enough even with that sort of mission. But now I’ve got to worry about Johnny. But at least there is a small victory there, I only have one front to fight on for the moment.” he took a drink, draining the rest of the contents of the mug. “I should be grateful and happy. Hell Relieved even. Now we know the how as to what kept us stuck in our own little fixed point in time. Empusa. Another omnipotent being meddling in the affairs of the mortals.” he stood crossing to the Replicator, this time punching in the code for something a good deal stronger than tea, and waited while the Raktajino shimmered into being replacing his empty mug. He took a good long drink before turning back to Elianna.

She turned her gaze from the viewport to him, “Maybe instead of focusing on the situation with the omnipotent being that we have no control over, we should focus on things we have some more control over. Like what we’ve just been through, the war, the station. Besides, I think Johnny is probably more angry with me than you right now. I…” here she gave a slightly embarrassed look as she admitted, “I forced him back to the ship. I pulled him into the pattern enhancers. He had no intention of returning, he wanted to stay and help Sully.” With a sigh she finished her confession, “It was clear Sully wasn’t going to let us help, and I could tell he needed us to trust him, so I made a quick decision and I doubt Johnny will soon forget it.”

“Yeah Johnny’s not one to let something rest, and even when you think he has, it comes back to bite you later. Sounds like you made the right decision too. Sure you’re not in line for my chair?” he asked regarding her for a moment. “Sounds like command material to me.”

She gave a heartfelt laugh, “No, Oliver. Command doesn’t interest me in the least. I’ll leave that to you.”

He smiled and nodded. “Alright, but if you change your mind, you’ve got my vote.” he took another long pull from the mug. “Ready for another visit from our favorite friends at the Department of Temporal Affairs again?”

“I’m not worried about them this time. Last time was a different story, they didn’t know if we could be trusted. I think this time will just be a mere formality. As long as Sully doesn’t go drawing his weapon on Johnny again, that is.”

Oliver grinned. “Yeah, that was strange times. Though I’m torn on if we should tell them about our new information about that. Not that it would really make much difference I suppose. Our reinforcements should be arriving soon.” he moved over to the windows leaning against one of the support frames. “You mentioned something about a deal with the True Federation and this Solanogen based life form?”

She suppressed a yawn and nodded, “Yes, the voice that was communicating with us seemed unaware that we were not the ones who struck a deal with them. In return for a device that allows them to travel through subspace, they gave them the station. It was…” she shivered a bit as she recalled the site of that thing carving on the Klingon who was frozen in time, “horrifying what they were doing to the people frozen in the midst of a battle they already had lost.” She leaned her head back against the wall as she spoke, “If I wasn’t convinced we were on the right side of this war before, I definitely am now. They have no respect for life if they are willing to trade living beings like that. All for what? An advantage over their enemies?”

He let out another long sigh. “War has never been great when it comes to the humanity of it.” he paused for long moment. “If you look back on Earth history we’ve been pretty brutal in waging war even against our own kind. It’s never been pretty. Each side always vying for a one up on the other. Trying to kill as many of the enemy, whomever that may be at the time.” He shook his head out of frustration. “All this because ideals don’t match and some people are upset with the status quo. Because action is slower than some would like. It's ludicrous!” he stared out into the debris field lost in thought for some time then realized that she had not responded. Turning to find Elianna leaning back against the wall, her eyes shut.

Oliver smiled and shook his head, then walked over to the console on the wall, and pulled up the transporter controls, using a bit of finesse with the coordinates he initiated a transport sending her back to her own quarters and her bed. “Sleep well my friend.” he said turning back to the windows.
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Re: U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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Mission 64 – “The coming Storm” - Part 18
Sim Date: February 3, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Lieutenant Casey Torin – Operations Officer


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
24 Hour Laps between our last sim and where we have picked up. Many things happened in those 24 hours. We undertook the recovery and rescue of as many as we could. Feel free to do a log, or back log about this time. Many bodies, lots of wounded. High Emotions and tension in the aftermath as likely, we did recovery some True Federation survivors and there was likely some resentment. Have some fun with that. You can take some queues from my log, and the joint log that Annie and I did. If you’d like to collaborate on something please don’t hesitate to reach out.

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IC Date: August 21, 2397 Time: 15:31:06
Star Trek Stardate: 74637.38 ST:AB Stardate: 11803.01
Location: USS Finnmark, the Quarters of Oliver Savage

The camera slowly came to life; Oliver’s bloody uniform lay on the floor of the bathroom where it fell when he stripped out of it. He stood in the sonic shower, his arms draped over the open doors with his head resting on his forearms. He had clearly turned up the hydration level and the temperature as light mist hung in the air. He almost seemed as though he was asleep, his eyes remained hidden, buried in his arms. “Where do I start.” He muttered, it was barely intelligible over the thrum of the sonic shower. Slowly he craned his head up opening his eyes, taking a moment to rub at them.
“Captains Duty log, Stardate 74637.38, Supplemental.” He said shifting on his feet. “Where to begin indeed. Once again, the Tempest crew is faced with another temporal dilemma, and it seems that were developing a habit for it. Maybe it is one of those situations. You know in which once you have been involved in at least one Temporal Incursion they just come easier to you. I am going to have to ask Agent Jonson and Johnson when we see them if that is some sort of thing. More than likely, they will be arriving with our reinforcements. I’m actually not worried about it this time, we might have been involved but we are not the cause.” He shook his head.
“I find the more I read about the Away Teams interaction with the Soloanagen life forms the more disturbed I am by the prospect of the True Federation having struck a deal with this species. We know nothing about this species, and the way they are able to move through space…” he paused a moment. “Subspace maybe, it kind of begs the question of what kind of advantage this will give them. Why trade if but to cause conflict and confusion. Is this some sort of mind game? I took the liberty of reading through Captain Picard’s telling of the event, and read the duty logs of those officers involved. It is disturbing to say the least. I can understand Starfleet’s Desire to classify this at the Captain or above level. However, I have to ask myself why. This seems like something you would want to be common knowledge as disturbing as it is because what if it happened again and low and behold here we are years later and a large incursion occurs.”
Reaching and pushing a couple of buttons on the small control panel, he turns the frequency up on the sonic shower, and lowers the humidity level. “From what I’ve been able to gather Sully had a fairly confusing, and candid conversation with this disembodies voice of the Sloanagen life forms and up till the point in which he actually activated and tossed the spatial charges into some void did they finally close the rift between our world and theirs.” He shifted again turning his back to the camera angle, still leaning against the doors.
“Johnny’s account is a bit more fascinating. He rather makes himself out to be the slayer of the Sloanagen’s. Maybe in a way he was, I think he was the only one to manage to injure or destroy one of them. I guess when someone from our time invades the space of one of him or her it causes something of a violent response. I do not know if the science is there to call it anything else yet but maybe through further investigation, we can figure out that. I’m good with giving him that victory despite how it will sound to Fleet when they read his account.” He shrugged visibly.
“We recovered One Hundred sixty five Starfleet Crew, of which One Hundred and twenty seven survived. Thirty-eight dead. We recovered sixteen Klingons from wreckage, of which all survived. Moreover, Seventeen True Federation Crew Members were pulled from Escape Pods, and another five from the disabled ship. Of those, only fourteen survived their wounds. So much loss of life here in a matter of hours.” His voice was somber. “The station suffered losses but the majority of the crew survived. I still am having difficulty grasping why this station, but only its strategic placement really seems to be the answer I can come up with as of yet. It’s right on the edge of Klingon Space, and while it does not handle a significant subspace communications load, it does not have much in the way to offer that would make it a target other than this.” He shook his head and went quiet for a long moment before reaching over and shutting off the sonic shower. Hitting a couple of buttons to unlock the doors, then stopping a moment.
“Computer stop video go to audio only!” he said. The camera feed suddenly went black only showing the Starfleet archive logo. “Sorry, while I’m short on time, no show today!” he said.
Oliver stepped out of the sonic shower and began toweling off the excess water that remained. “I feel sorry for Ensign Wythe, she came to us after our Temporal incursion so recent events most likely make us look like mad men and women to her.” He gave a slight chuckle at the thought. “Hopefully someone will fill her in soon.” He said.
Crossing his quarters with a towel wrapped around his waist he passed through the doors to his bedroom and discarded the towel, and began pulling on his undergarments. “Talking with Elianna about the next subject of my log I have to admit part of me was tempted to leave this bit out, but in the interest of being honest, and maintaining full disclosure it should be reported. After all we can’t really delete parts of the flight data recorder and hope no one notices.” There was a slight edge to his voice.
“Sully decided it was time to come clean about at least in part who caused our disappearance.” He hesitated, trying to think of how to describe this; he sat on the bed pull on his uniform pants, then sat for a moment. “You can reference back to our logs on or around Stardate 47938.62, the Tempest ran across a Rogue comet that had not been registered yet. On that comet we found oddly enough a Temple and inside a sort of Sarcophagus. The away team discovered old Greek Runes, Cypriot Syllabry to be exact if my memory serves. The away team detected faint life signs coming from the Sarcophagus, and well the usual Johnny Cleveland fashion had charged in and touched the Sarcophagus.” He pulled on his white undershirt. “At the time we only had a vague description. Just knew that whatever it was that Johnny released was a woman. After the Science Department had a chance to examine the room we later found the name, it took time for them to piece it together. Turned out to be Empussa.” He shrugged again, and then pulled on his Burgundy shirt. “It’s scary sometimes how the past can come back on us and show that what was only thought of as a myth was real.”
Oliver stood and crossed the room to pick up a new pair of boots and socks. Settling back onto the bed. “Computer you can restore video.” He said remembering that he had shut it down.
“Where was I.” he said pulling on one of his socks, and then the other. “Empussa, right!” he said as he began lacing one boot up. “Another Omnipotent being to deal with, another ‘Q’ like troublemaker, but we had no idea at the time that she might be that kind of trouble.” He said.
“She said she has a debt to pay back to Johnny, and saving us from the Paris was not enough. Therefore, we have this woman, this goddess rather watching over us. It worries me that she may meddle in our affairs and cause further harm. However, part of me thinks its nice having a supposed goddess watching over us.” He finishes lacing up his other boot, and tugs on his uniform jacket leaving it hanging open for the moment. He stops looking into a mirror situated over his dresser, and reached down picking up his cross, holding it in his hand staring at it for a moment. “Makes you think.” He said.
“So we have our answer, how we were held in suspension. Given the opportunity I would ask her why for so long.” he slowly put on the cross, and tucked it under his Burgundy shirt. “Why not just Johnny if she owed him the debt. While the biggest answer of all has been answered and it’s nice to have that on the record, it still leaves me with questions.” Crossing his bedroom, he exited out into his living space and picked up his rank pips off his dinner table, putting them on his collar.
He paused looking down at his communicator in his hand. “What do I do about Sully, I have a feeling this incident may have given me the opportunity to show him that I trust him. I hope he sees that anyhow. I am grateful he finally got through something, and I am hoping that helps him become more integrated with the crew or closer at least. Then now the focus is Johnny. If this fixes the situation between Sully and I, it leaves Johnny. Johnny freaking Cleveland.” He said grinning. “I love his drive and passion for doing what comes into his head. I just wish he did it with a little more safety in mind, and actually fell back on some of Starfleet Rules and Regulations. However, I would just settle for Safety and integration, or maybe it is buy in that he needs. A reason to care about his job and this crew.”
He stood for a moment in silence as he placed his Communicator on his jacket. He nodded as if finishing a thought in his head. “It’s going to be a long day. Nevertheless, I think that about covers the last twenty-four hours. I’m sure we will have more information forthcoming.” He said and started for the door. “Computer End log!” he said, and hit the lights as he exited, turning for the turbolift.


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USS Finnmark
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: We are remaining on location at the Relay Station until Reinforcements arrive.
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department: Maintain Alert Status Yellow, and watch for further incursions into our area. Make sure to keep an eye on that True Federation Vessel.
Security Department: Make our prisoners as comfortable as possible. We will likely transfer them aboard Odyssey to the Intelligence or security department or until arrangements can be made to move them to a secure facility.
Operations Department: Help Coordinate Shuttles as they gather and clear debris. Help monitor the other disabled vessels that are still unable to move under their own power.
Flight Operations: Maintain Orbit of the Relay Station.
Engineering Department: Life Support is likely straining to keep up with the load we’ve given it as we are probably beyond our usual max until we can beam crew off. Beg borrow and steal whatever you have to in order to keep us breathing of course.
Medical Department: Wounded, Wounded, who has been wounded.
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Currently in Drydock undergoing Refit.

USS Finnmark Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Location: Space Station Odyssey, Quarters of Captain Oliver Savage.



“Ops to Captain Savage.” a familiar voice called over the intercom as Oliver crossed his quarters, he was just pulling on his uniform jacket. He reached up and tapped his communicator activating the channel. “Savage here, go ahead.” He said stopping a moment.

“Captain I’ve got Admiral Walker on subspace for you, said he needed just a moment of your time sir.” Casey Torin’s voice said over the intercom.

Oliver nodded to himself moving over to the wall mounted monitor. “Put it through down here Mr. Torin.“ he said leaning against the back of a chair. He waited the moment it took for the Admiral’s face to appear on the screen. “Hello Admiral, how can I help you today?” he asked.

“Hey Oliver, got a thing I need you to do. It may not be entirely enjoyable but but I have to ask nonetheless.” He said turning his attention to him, as he was clearly talking to someone off screen previously. “We’ve been trying to work on our Public Relations image and while no one honestly enjoys working with the Federation News Network it’s the main news and media outlet that hits the most people.” He said.

“Why do I get the feeling your going to ask me to do some public relations mumbo jumbo for the Federation and Starfleet that will make me rather uncomfortable.” Oliver said flatly.

“Sorry Ollie.” He said with a half-hearted smile. “You know we allowed the insertion of two FFN reports on the Tempest some time ago, well they have been chomping at the bit to get at you and your crew for interviews since you all appeared back here and we’ve kind of been holding that in reserve. For a rainy day. Well it’s raining pretty hard now.”

Oliver nodded. “Alright I’ll see about getting some of the crew scheduling interviews with them.” He said.

“Lets just say I’m pulling one of those favors you owe me, I want you specifically to do an interview. Lead the way Ollie.” He said.

Oliver sighed, “Guess it's as good as any a time to ask. But I don’t think you need to call in a favor on this one. I’ll see about getting one as soon as I can then I’ll encourage others to chat with them. But unless you're asking me to force the issue I’ll make it voluntary. Though I don’t know if putting Johnny or maybe even Sully in front of a camera is a good idea. They still are working through some issues.”

“Indeed, but I hear that Sully’s doing well these days? Making good progress?”

Walker asked. “At least that’s the impression I got after your last mission.”

Oliver nodded sagely. “Yeah, he’s doing very well lately.” He nodded, he still felt a bit of trepidation about putting Johnny in front of a camera but Sully might be an opportunity, he made a mental note to ask him later. “I’ll get on it right away, anything else boss?” he asked.

Admiral Walker shook his head. “No, and thank you, Oliver. Walker out!” He said and then his image was replaced by the Starfleet command insignia.

Oliver lolled his head back with a sigh, he rubbed at his eyes as he felt his stress level rise. “Crap.” He said, then continuing his morning routine. No doubt it was going to be a long day.



Location: Space Station Odyssey, Some random undisclosed lounge...


The lights in the room were a bit blinding, and the heat reminded Oliver of an interrogation room and not so much a small makeshift studio.He watched as they fussed about with the lighting and holo-imagers that were covering multiple angles on where he was sitting. He sighed and tugged his uniform straight. A stray thought entered his mind, wondering which side was his good side, or if he even had one. His attention was pulled back to the room as the doors to the room split and a man strolled quickly in.

A slightly balding man approached him and extended a hand. “Hello Captain Savage,” he said as Oliver took his hand in a firm grip. “I’m Richard Head, I’ll be doing your interview today.” He said as he settled down into the seat opposite of Oliver. “Any questions before we begin?” he said pulling out an old data pad. While it did not hide its age and functionality

Oliver shook his head, and watched as the man thumbed to life the Padd he had been carrying and then looked towards the Holo-imagers. “Ready!” he said with a nod.

One of the crew began a countdown and then pointed to Richard.

“Hello Federation, I’m Richard Head reporting to you live from Starbase Odyssey today poised on the edge of Starfleet Territory. Today we have a special guest today, we will be interviewing with one of Starfleet’s finest, Captain Oliver Savage, the Commanding Officer of Odyssey and the Galaxy Class Tempest.” He said looking to Oliver.

“Hello!” Oliver said awkwardly with a wave. Oliver felt his anxiety rise at the sudden change in the spotlight.

“Man of many words I see. Thank you for being here Oliver and sitting down with me today, I know you’re a busy man so it is most appreciate by both myself and the rest of the Federation Citizens out there wanting to know more about our people in Starfleet.” He said and settled back into his chair. “How about a simple question to start Oliver, where are you from?”

Oliver sat back in the chair trying to relax but it was clear that he was not. “Umm. I was born on Earth.” He said. “Grant Pass, Oregon to be precise. My families from that area, helped found it in fact many centuries ago.”

“Any family?” Richard asked.

Oliver nodded, “My mother still lives in the area, one of my Sister Hannah is still in Starfleet serving aboard the Ahwahnee as a security officer, and my other sister Jessica, the youngest of us, has a medical practice on Denobula. She lives out there with her family.” He said.

“You must be very proud of your sisters for surviving all these years.” He said.

Oliver nodded. “Yes. Of course!”

“But you’ve lost family too am I right? To the wars?” Richard asked.

Oliver nodded. “Yes, my father passed away while I was missing. He died at the Federation Embassy on Betazed at the Battle of Betazed during the Dominion War. He died doing what he loved.”

“He was with Starfleet Security correct?” Richard asked again leading him.

Oliver nodded. “Yes. My sister Rachael recently passed away after fighting for some time against injuries she also sustained during the Dominion War. She was nearly Killed on the Bellerophon.” He said quietly.

Silence Hung between the two men for a moment. “My condolences for your loss.” Richard said.

“She got a chance to see her brother return from the dead, and was doing so well only to pass away during her sleep. So it was a quiet passing and without pain so that is something to be thankful for.” Oliver said, looking to the floor for a long moment.

Richard nodded allowing a brief silence to reign for a moment. “You grew up in Grants Pass, nice area. I’ve been there once, what was it like growing up in the Rogue River Valley?” he asked.

“Quiet. Very one with nature, even in today's age of technology its still a nice slice of the past. Lots of old buildings that are still around. Including my families home, that things been there in some form or fashion since they found the area long ago. I think the oldest piece of the property is the front door to the house, its survived since the very first home was built on that plot of land. Love the Rogue River, its an amazing piece of nature.”

“You’ve got a favorite place along the river do you not?”

Oliver nodded, offering a smile. “Yup.”

“Care to tell us where it is?”

“Nope” Oliver said with a smile. “Some secrets are best kept to oneself sometimes. It’s that one place I could always go to get away from it all. Even visit it in the holodeck and while on shore leave even if just to see it. Lots of great memories in that spot.” He said a warm smile forming as flashes of that riverside grotto flashed in his mind, he was certain he could even smell the river for a moment before he returned his attention to Richard. “I’d rather keep it to myself. My one slice of earth that’s mine.” He said with a slight chuckle.

“Indeed. I can understand that.” He nodded thumbing through the information on his Padd. “Your mother was a Dental Hygienist?” he asked looking up.

“No,” he said frowning. “She was a Doctor of Dental Surgery.” Oliver corrected. “She wouldn’t take too kindly to be called a Hygienist” he said, he pictured his mom suddenly appearing and throttling the man which caused a grin to appear, replacing the frown.

Richard nodded. “I apologize,” he said laughing himself. “They are certainly two totally different animals to be sure. With all of that nature at your disposal I imagine it was great being a kid living in that area?”

Oliver nodded sagely. “Yes,” he said. “Plenty of forts, hikes, camping trips, fishing, and lest I forget all the Nassicans, Klingons, and Romulans, oh my.” He said jokingly.

Richard gave him a quizzical look at that comment. “Did you just quote the Wizard of Oz in a modern sense?”

Oliver nodded. “Poorly I’m sure. But it relates I suppose. All the kids used to break up into factions and play ‘war’. I think a lot of kids probably did that, but you would never guess how true those sorts of scenarios would come true later in your adult lives. I never would have imagined being at war with the Klingons, maybe the Romulans or the Nassicans. But we were kids what did we know, except but for the stories told about Starfleet’s dealings with those species.” he said with a shrug.

Richard nodded. “Do you think that type of play as kids fostered conflict as adults?”

Oliver shook his head profoundly. “Not one bit,” he said. “Case in point, I had a good friend during my time at the Academy at one of the local pubs. His name was Ruuykup, we called him Ruk for short, he was actually the pubs bouncer. Rough fellow around the edges but nice as can be. Accept when you crossed him.” He shrugged. “So, while some species get a bad rap because of the actions of others it does not mean we should expect them all to be the same. It's not fair to them or you.”

“Or you?” he asked.

“Think of all the missed opportunities for interaction, if your always afraid of someone because of the reputation you think they may have, you may deprive yourself of a great friend.” He said with a shrug. “Then again my family was always a bit different in our upbringing and I think part of that was because my dad and his dealings in Starfleet.”

“Interesting point of view,” he said looking back down at the Padd in his hands. “So, tell me why Starfleet? Why did you Enlist?”

Oliver shifted in his chair. “For a time, everyone seemed to think that it was to follow in my father’s footsteps, and for a time I even thought that was why. Coupled with my curiosity and desire to help others it just seemed like a good fit.” He shifted again. “Then as I went through the Academy and took class after class I realized it was honestly more for the ladder. I wanted to go see what was out there. My father stayed pretty much within the confines of our quadrant and most of his duties were temporary and not more than a days travel from earth, so we saw him more than most Starfleet fathers i suppose.” He said.

“But you had problems because of your dad’s involvement in Security?” Richard asked.

“Only once, but that was a couple of years after I graduated. There was an Ensign on board the USS Leeds that my father had put into a penal colony early in his career who took issue when he realized who I was, and it only lasted for about a day. We settled our differences.”

“How did you do that?”

“Starfleet Security officers are always training, and always keeping up their skill level in certain areas, and he chose to bring that up during a hand to hand training exercise.” Oliver shrugged. “We just participated with a bit more vigor than usual during that session.”

“So much so you both ended up in Sickbay?” Richard said with a smile. “What was his name? Lefwiz or something?”

Oliver laughed. “Yeah, good old lefty Lefwitz. His first name was Merry if I remember correctly.”

“Lefty?”

Oliver nodded. “He could never throw a left side punch without telegraphing.” He said.

“Telegraphing?” Richard asked again looking up from his padd.

“Yup,” Oliver stood up and took a loose fighting stance. One of the crew had to pan one of the Holo-imagers up to keep him in view. “So, if you plant your feet and throw a punch.” He said and jabbed quickly. “Notice how I didn’t really move my upper body?”

Richard nodded, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Oliver threw another and this time there was a visible shake in his shoulder before the punch snapped out. “See that?” he said pointing to the shoulder. “Notice how I drew back and then punched?”

Richard nodded again.

“So a lot of species out there in the galaxy have better reflexes that Humans. Take Klingons for example. If they are intent on hurting you, you’ll be hard pressed to see it coming. If they are being cocky, you’ll see that telegraph big time. So you have to train yourself to eliminate as much of the Telegraph as possible so they don’t see it coming.” He said slowly sitting back down and pulling his uniform taut again.

“Fascinating.” Richard said. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. So lets answer a question from our viewers, is that okay?” he asked looking back to Oliver and then back to his Padd.

“Sure, why not.” He said with a smile.

“This is from Katie from Earth, Is a Redshirt really a death sentence on an away mission?” he said looking up, an eyebrow rising slightly out of curiosity. “I’m not sure I get the reference?”

Oliver let out a hearty chuckle. “The answer to that is somewhat complicated Katie.” He said stopping for a moment to compose himself and then nodded. “Many years ago yes, it was. back when the Security and Engineering Departments wore the redshirts. Oh about close to two hundred years ago or os. They were the ones that were always in the most danger back then. This was also a time during some of Starfleet and the Federation’s largest Expansion so exploration was in its prime. So naturally those people from those departments often times ended up as casualties. Nowadays it's yellow or gold Shirts if you want to call them that. As the Gold now signifies Security or Engineering. Both those departments typically see a lot of action. But yes, long ago a Redshirt was surefire trip to glory, and sickbay if you were lucky.” He said.

“Fascinating.” Richard said.

“Your starting to sound like a Vulcan Richard, are you having an identity crisis?” Oliver asked mocking concern.

Richard held up a hand to stifle a laugh of his own. “No, just a habit. What would you say was your most profound moment while attending Starfleet Academy?”

Oliver went quiet for a long moment. “I flew under the radar most of my time at the Academy, not to say I didn’t do well and got great grades, but I just wanted to get through it and get out there on a ship. But I’d have to say in hindsight there was a moment which if I had, had my eyes opened might have clued me into my leadership ability was when we were on our Survival Training Practical, and we were sent to frozen ball of ice. I saw what needed to be done and got everyone doing it and just kept on with that attitude through the duration. It got me some high praise. At the time I didn’t think anything of it until much later.” He said with a bit of a shrug.

“Not sure I could do without warmth. You’re a better man than I.” Richard said looking back down at his Padd. “How about a Career goal? Do you have something in mind for the future?”

Oliver let out a sigh. “Given the state of things, and the state of things over the last twenty years I think right now is to Survive and retire.” He shrugged again. “I know that sound odd, but when you look at the life expectancy of a Starfleet Officer over the last twenty years it's not a bad goal in life. To stay alive. We’ve been lucky thus far and eventually luck runs out, so were waiting for the other shoe to drop. No matter how hard you prepare for something like that, you're never really ready for it when it happens.”

Richard nodded. “It's not so much a career goal as a life goal?”

Oliver shrugged. “Yeah a little both probably.”

“How about another from the viewers?” he asked.

“Sure.” Oliver said glancing off camera for a moment. “Could I have some water?” he asked. One of the crew nodded and disappeared.

“This one is from Nomed from Luna. Is the Hammer punch a Standard Starfleet Security Training thing?” Richard said looking to Oliver after finishing.

Oliver chuckled again. “No, not so much anymore. Though when fighting someone with a decent amount of strength over yours, it can come in handy. But really it's best used as a last resort to try and incapacitate someone rather than directly fight. We’ve come a long way in our battlefield hand to hand combat training in the last two hundred years.”

“Hammer Punch?” Richard said.

Oliver clenched both fists together and swung them as one unit slowly, then stopped to take a glass of water. “Its odd, but it has been effective at times.”

“Alright, so what would you say your greatest accomplishment has been so far?” Richard asked looking up from the padd.

Oliver didn’t hesitate. “Becoming Captain of the Tempest, and now Commander of Odyssey.”

“Quick answer, very certain, I like it.” He nodded. “How about the biggest drawback?”

Again, Oliver didn’t hesitate. “Losing over twenty years of time, experience, and knowledge.”

“Biggest overall Achievement in life?” Richard said.

Oliver hesitated on that one, he glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, and took a quick drink of water. “Biggest Achievement overall.” He said to himself thinking. “When I joined Starfleet I did not have any aspirations of being in charge, not even close to being in the big chair.” Oliver said leaning back in the chair. “So when I say achieving a command track was one of my biggest accomplishments may not make sense in a way. Not to say it's easy to become a commanding officer these days, they are kind of at a premium, so the track is starting to widen and Starfleet is considering new people for the Command track must faster. When I started down that track you had to get a sponsor and meet a lot of requirements. So, it wasn’t impossible, just more difficult. The classes were much smaller at the Academy, so it was a process.” Oliver took another drink.

“It took me outside my comfort zone when I was given my own squad, and eventually was assigned as a Chief of Security. It was not something I thought I wanted. For a time it was daunting and I resisted, but when I transferred aboard the Thunderchild my at the time Executive officer took an interest in me and my abilities. He apparently saw potential as he eventually got promoted to Captain. He pulled me aside and pushed me the rest of the way, he had one of those…” he paused a moment. “Come to Jesus talks with me.”

Richard looked at him a little lost on the reference, to which Oliver just held up a hand and shook his head. “He explained to me that I had a talent I didn’t know I had, and that he had the intention of exploiting that and molding me like clay and would help me if I was willing.”

“Seems a bit forceful?” Richard said, frowning.

Oliver shook his head. “No, it was eye opening. No one had really expressed any kind of interest in me and my skills in this way before. I was just another pawn up until that point. Or at least that is how I felt, and he showed me another way.”

Richard smiled. “So a leader was born?”

“Kind of.” He said holding up a hand. “It took awhile for me to figure out things, but I did. Apparently he and Captain Phillips of the Tempest were buddies and they had been talking about my progress, and it came to a point where it was time to move on. He bumped me to Phillips, with a huge boost in my confidence at having been stationed to a Galaxy Class. That was the primo ship at the time.” He said.

“Not many were in service at that time, so I can imagine.” Richard said. “You mentioned that the loss of twenty years was a large set back to you. Can you elaborate a bit more on that?”

“What part?” Oliver asked a slight look of confusion.

Richard gestured to the holo-imagers. “They don’t really know about what happened to you and your crew.”

“Ah. I thought everyone knew.” Oliver shrugged. “The long of the short of it is this. We went out to Pacficia to start a five-year exploratory mission of the surrounding area, and came across a planet. We don’t exactly know what happened to us other than no one could find us, and that we were held in a sort of suspended animation for the time we were gone.”

“But how is that possible? Was this the work of Q?”

Oliver shook his head. “We don’t know even to this day, but I can tell you it wasn’t Q.”

“How can you be certain, he has been known to meddle in the affairs of Starfleet Captains.” Richard said matter of factly.

“Because he usually hangs around to gloat about what he’s done.” Oliver said flatly. “Not even a peep.”

“Fair point. So who would you say you learned from the most?” Richard asked setting the Padd aside for a moment. “Was it family?”

Oliver again paused for a long moment pondering the question. “Honestly, while we learn a lot from family, I think the most valuable and profound lessons I learned from Captain Phillips my former Commanding Officer from the Tempest, and Captain John Spencer, my former Exec and Commanding Officer of the Thunderchild. The two of them helped me grow in my career from many perspectives. I owe them a lot of credit for getting me here.” He said.

“Both Captains are Deceased?” Richard asked.

Oliver nodded. “Captain Phillips died at the Battle of Lyshan, and Spencer passed away of natural causes thankfully. He was a good man and was lucky to see his retirement.” Oliver said, a bit of sorrow slipping into his tone.

“Being a Starfleet Officer can be Stressful, I can’t imagine what it's like for a Captain, how do you handle it?” Richard asked.

Oliver again paused, “Stress is a crazy animal, and not an easy thing to manage. Sometimes you just don’t have the time, you can’t stop to think about it.”

“I can’t believe that is a possibility?” Richard said Ludicrously.

Oliver grinned. “It's not an easy practice. But in all honesty it kind of just happens. You know what's laid out before you, and you can usually see the path, but you have to quickly traverse it, so really while you know what the dangers are your training and instincts guide you well towards a solution through that path that hopefully leads to no death.” He said. “It's something you kind of get used to when you get put into a position of leadership, especially when you have hundreds if not a thousand people depending upon you to make the right decision and follow the right path. Sometimes they don’t agree and it upsets them, and you have to live with that.”

“So command isn’t exactly for the faint of heart?” Richard asked.

“As cliche as that is, yeah. That’s an honest assessment.” Oliver shifted, crossing one of his legs across the other. “But it’s immensely rewarding too.”

“I would be terrified.” Richard said flatly.

“With training and a career in exploration even you could get over that feeling I think Richard.” Oliver said with a smile.

“Really?” the news anchor seemed to perk up.

Oliver shook his head. “Maybe, but then again it's not for everyone.”

Richard stared at Oliver for a long moment, he almost seemed disappointed by the answer. “Right, well. Another viewer question then.” he glanced down at his Padd. “Tribbles, no… no tribble questions.”

“Someone really asked about Tribbles?” Oliver asked leaning over.

“Yes. But I refuse.” he said, his voice a little on edge.

“Had a bad experience did you?” Oliver said with an amused look, he glanced up at the Holo-Imagers for a moment.

Richard looked up from his notes. “This interview is about you Oliver, not me.”

Oliver nodded, and settled back in mock disappointment. “Have it your way.”

“This question comes from Evisorroc an actual resident of Odyssey station, You and your crew disappeared for a long time, what do you have to say about people saying you guys are cowards and hid during some of the Federations worst wars in the history of the Federation?” Richard slowly looked up and over at Oliver.

“Cowards?” Oliver echoed.

Richard Nodded.

Oliver felt a momentary surge of anger, but very quickly quelled it and opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. It took him a moment to find the words. “My crew and I were subjected to something we don’t understand. No one can say what happened to us, and we lost so many years. Most of us lost family, and friends during that time both from wars, and from just natural progression of life.” he paused a long moment. “We were violated in a way none of us understands, and to call us cowards, to say we ran away and hid?” he spat the last few words. “I cannot speak for my entire crew, but I can tell you that I regret deeply that I was not here to make a difference. It haunts me everyday. Every intelligence briefing I read trying to get caught up to today, every video, everything that shows me what I missed. Imagine what that feels like.” Oliver sighed deeply. “Coward Indeed.”

“Not an easy subject.” Richard said.

“No.” Oliver snapped. “But it's a part of who we are now. It’s affected each and everyone of us profoundly I can assure you of that. Sometimes we hide it well, but its there inside.” Oliver took a deep breath.

“Do you need a moment?” Richard asked.

Oliver shook his head, and let out another breath. “I’m good. Next question.” he said a bit sharply.

“As a Starfleet Captain it's kind of a lonely position, but it's been said that you become extremely close with your command staff, do you have friends outside that circle? What is your relationship like with your staff?”

Oliver was suddenly thankful for the change in topic, he nodded. “It’s a growing process. Some of the Tempest crew are closer than others.” Oliver said. “I’m probably closest with Elianna. Trying to figure out Sully and Johnny has been a challenge, and while it’s not always been easy, I think we're getting there. I hope that one day were all much closer.”

“I hear there has been a great deal of friction between those two?” Richard said.

Oliver shrugged. “Two people who are trying to find themselves as much as we're trying to find each other, it's bound to Happen. You know the old adage in team building.”

Richard shook his head, “Not sure.” he said.

“Storming, Forming, Norming, and Performing!” Oliver said, and offered a smile. “Were still kind of going through that forming stage, where we’ve come together and figured out what while we are still working on meshing together, we realized after a bad situation that we all worked very well together. Despite our differences. The team formed, and is getting used to working with one another and how we function. Once we get past that normalizing phase, it's off to the races. It’s just stages of growth.” he shrugged. “Some teams are easier to mesh with than others. I think given time were going to be great. Were getting there slowly but surely and yes we’ve had our rough patches.”

“But your working through it?”

Oliver nodded. “Yes. Slowly but surely.” he shifted in his chair a little uncomfortably. “I’m slowly getting to know Noemi, Corky, and Melody. And while she’s extremely busy all the time I get to see Eldrida from time to time as well. She’s been an integral part of the crew recovering from our time travel incident.”

“You had a visit from the Department of Temporal Investigations didn’t you?” Richard asked the question before Oliver could start another sentence.

“Not exactly an experience I want to repeat, but yes.”

“What was that like?” Richard asked leaning in curiously.

Oliver opened his mouth to say something, but he clearly thought better of it. “It was… difficult to say the least, but we managed to get past it. The two agents were good at their job, and had the tools needed to perform a quick and decisive investigation. Almost as if they may have done it a few times.”

“But not an experience you wish to repeat?” Richard asked.

“No.” Oliver said flatly.

Richard looked back at his notes for a moment then looked back up with a smile. “So inquiring minds want to know if you have a significant other?”

Oliver shook his head. “No, havent really had the time.” he said with a shrug.

“My understanding is that the daughter of your last relationship is serving aboard, that must be strange?” he asked, a curious eyebrow arching.

Oliver shrugged. “No, not really. It’s great seeing her all grown up, and while I really don’t get to see much of her she’s a great officer and will do great things in her future I’m sure. She’s got a great mentor.” he said offering a smile, but he held up a hand. “And to answer your next question, no I am not disappointed that her mother moved on while we were missing. I admittedly was at first, but you have to come to realize that we were gone. Considered dead, one cannot hold someone to waiting for the rest of their life for the dead to return to the living. It rarely happens.”

Richard nodded. “What do you want your legacy to be?”

“Legacy?” Oliver echoed. “You know I had not put much thought into that. I’ve been more focused on the here and now that there really has not been much time for that thought process. Though what I would love to see in my lifetime is the Federation overcome this division.”

“Reintegration of the True Federation into the Federation?”

Oliver nodded. “From an outside looking in perspective mind you, because we’ve not been here. It feels like two people fighting over a scrap of meat and there is an entire pile of it sitting within arms reach.”

“You think this war is…” Richard stopped searching for the right word. “Frivolous?”

Oliver shrugged. “No, I think both sides have their say. The problem is that neither side wants to sit at the table and truly listen. So the only recourse left is war. At some point both sides will have to realize that war only hurts both sides. Even if one side or the other loses the Federation will likely end up a third rate power with a significantly decreased military presence and someone else will come knocking on the neutral zone. Who will be there to stand up and fight that war when were still picking up the pieces.” he said flatly. “Both sides are being irresponsible.”

“So how would you stop it?”

“The war?” Oliver asked.

Richard nodded. “Yes.”

“Both sides are going to have to sit down and come to an agreement. Maybe it's time the Federation and Starfleet reconsidered what our charter should be, maybe those in the True Federation are somewhat right? Do I agree with them and would I go to war for them, no. But maybe they are right in the sense that we need to start thinking of protecting and furthering our interests here before we continue to expand. But to give up on exploration and take up warmongering, is wrong and that violates every founding principle that the Federation was founded on. But Starfleet isn’t truly a military force until it has to be, and maybe that’s the biggest problem of all.” he said bluntly.

“That sounds like a dangerous line to walk.”

Oliver shrugged. “I don’t think so. It clearly states my position I think.”

“Right in the middle?”

Oliver chuckled and nodded. “Yup.”

“Kind of puts a crosshair on you doesn’t it?” Richard asked.

Oliver thought about that for a moment. “Maybe, but if we’ve progressed to the point where I cannot think for myself and have to conform no matter what to do my job and be the best I can be at it, then I’m destined to be retired very soon. I’m going to do my job to the best of my ability to defend the Federation from all enemies foreign and domestic. I would prefer not to be exchanging torpedos with my brothers and sisters, but we all make choices. I’m doing what I believe is right, for me, for my family and friends.” He pointed to the holo-imager. “For you.”

“So let me ask you this, and it’s probably a no-brainer based on our conversation thus far, but what are your thoughts on Section 31.” he asked, an eyebrow rising out of curiosity. He was watching Oliver closely to gauge his reaction to the question.

“Section 31.” Oliver echoed. “This entire scenario is their fault.”

“One would say that Starfleet and the Federation council is to blame.” Richard said.

Oliver shook his head. “While in a way that may be right, but it’s really not where the blame should be entirely placed. Section 31 manipulated this into being because more than likely their efforts over time to push Starfleet towards a more militaristic approach have failed. Like an immature child that’s been told ‘no’ too many times, finally deciding to take it anyway despite all the warnings.”

“So you think that because Section 31 didn’t get what they wanted through regular channels they decided to go after it like an Immature child.”

“Yes, I think that is a good analogy anyhow.” Oliver said.

“What would you have done?” Richard asked.

“I would have continued to lobby for change, and found ways to help change policy in a way that fits the needs of everyone, and not my own self interests because I think I’m right.” Oliver said flatly. “If your told no, no kind of means no sometimes. What they are doing breaks the Federation. It goes against everything we set out to accomplish when it was founded. Imagine what would have happened had they made a case and it passed with the Federation council? Suddenly we change to making all out warships instead of exploration focused vessels, and started taking what we wanted versus adhering to first contact rules and the like?” he shifted in his chair. “I didn’t get a chance to experience the Dominion, but isn’t that exactly what they are? Should we not have just surrendered to them and become part of their form of government? Because that is more like the direction the True Federation is heading. It goes against everything we’ve been fighting for, or rather what you all have been fighting and dying for. If anything that fact alone should give you pause and consideration.”

“That is certainly a profound example.”

“Section 31 was founded by a group of people who thought we needed something more than Starfleet Intelligence. Maybe some point in time we needed that. But it’s by far gone past its mandate and way outside of the scope of what Starfleet is.”

“How would you feel if you found out your father was part of Section 31, would you feel any differently about it?”

“What the hell kind of question is that!” Oliver snapped.

“Just a theoretical question!” Richard said holding up his hands.

Oliver waved a hand in the air between them. “That would never happen! Not even a question!”

“Would it be that far fetched to think that someone like your father in the places that he’s gone wouldn’t be valuable to such an organization?” Richard pressed the issue.

“No!” Oliver said resolutely.

“No?” Richard asked again.

“Ask another question or were done.” Oliver said sharply, and gave him a look that could cut Duranium.

Richard slowly nodded. “Okay,” he held up a hand. “Okay, sorry.”

Oliver shook his head, his cheeks were a dead giveaway that he had clearly been spun up by the question. “Okay.” he echoed.

“What wouldn’t you do for your crew?”

Oliver took a drink of water while he pondered the question. “What wouldn’t I do for my crew?” he muttered. “That’s a hard question to answer.” he said.

“Would you break federation law for them?”

“Anyone worth his salt that sat here and told you that they could answer that question without being in the moment would probably be lying to you.” he said slowly. “You cannot possibly know what your capable of when it comes to your family.”

“You think of your crew as your family?”

“I think that was obvious, but yes. Absolutely.”

“Would you sacrifice yourself or your ship for them?” Richard asked more pointedly.

Oliver nodded. “Yes, I probably would. I did in a way once already.”

“On Lyshan?” he asked.

Oliver nodded.

“Why then?” Richard asked leaning back in his chair, and glancing down at his notes.

Oliver shifted in the chair, a hand unconsciously rubbing at a scar hidden under his uniform. “That’s a simple answer.” he said.

“How can a life or death question be answered simply?”

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one!” Oliver said with a grin.

“Really, your going to quote vulcan logic?” the man sighed. “Really cheesy logic even!” Oliver was happy for the sudden change in atmosphere, but he nodded. “No in all seriousness I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I had a chance to save the crews of all three ships with my one act. I was resolute in the idea that I was probably going to die.”

“But you didn’t.”

Oliver shook his head. “Not for lack of trying. I got lucky.”

“Why do you say that?” Richard asked leaning in out of curiosity.

“Those beings as we understood them were powerful, they were in their environment even. My opponent made a mistake, maybe it was fate, maybe they were overconfident. But regardless, their one slipup allowed me to survive and save my crew, all those people.”

“Fair point as usual.” Richard said. “Would you ever bend the rules or regulations Starfleet has asked you to live by in defense of your ship and crew?” he asked.

“Again, what person could say for certain given the circumstances.” Oliver said with a shrug.

Richard looked down at his notes, “Looks like we’ve got time for one last question. This one is from an Anonymous source. Are Engineers really in love with their ships?” he said looking up with a confused look on his face.

Oliver grinned. “Absolutely! I’ve never met an engineer that didn’t create or feel a bond with their ship. There is no doubt in my mind that an engineer, or at least more specifically a Chief Engineer loves his ship.”

Richard nodded and smiled warmly to Oliver and then looked over at the Holo-Imagers. “That’s all we have time for today, thank you Captain Savage for spending this time with us and answering our questions and those of our viewers. I’m Richard Head at Odyssey Station, signing off!” he said with a mock two finger salute to the camera.

One of the camera crew gave the cut single across his throat indicating the signal had ended and the broadcast switched back to the FNN Studio.

Richard stood slowly and with a bit of trepidation. “Sorry Oliver.” he said.

Oliver’s demeanor shifted rapidly towards annoyance and disdain. “Bullshit, you were doing what you media types do, making news!” he said sharply and started for the door. “If there is a next interview it may go a good deal different than you expect.” he said as he passed through the doors and disappeared into the hall.

“That went well!” one of the cameramen said looking between the door and Richard.

“It went fantastic!” he said with glee.
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Location: Starbase Odyssey, Quarters of Oliver Savage


Oliver sat on the balcony overlooking the Stations Arboretum; there was a chill in the air, and an overcast sky hanging in the simulated sky. Oliver did not mind, he had something to keep him warm. He lay back staring up into the night sky, the stars visible between the clouds as they lazily went past above. He took a drink of the amber liquid in the tumbler dangling from his fingers lazily.
“Computer Begin personal log!” he said, taking another sip.
It only took a moment for the computer to signal that it had completed the request. He sighed and shook his head, it was apparent that he was not happy with something.
“Personal log, Stardate (Enter later).” He hesitated. “Screw it.” He muttered taking another drink. “Admiral Walker’s request was a bit harder than I imagined. The questions...” he stopped again to sip from the tumbler again. “The question. They were all over the place, and some were certainly meant to poke at areas I wish he did not. Maybe I stuck my foot in my mouth on a few, but at the same time it was honesty.”
“What else was I supposed to do? It was a matter of maintaining an open book. But what’s an open book?” he shook his head, and went silent. “This job has been an interesting one to say the least, and I feel like I’ve experienced more than a Starfleet Officer or anyone should in a short period of time. The Lyshan experience was sobering and educational. Made me make some decisions that before I might not have. Taking on Johnny and Sully was a risk. I am happy to say while things may not be progressing, as I would have liked them but both getting there. I can actually see Sully maturing. Hell he might be ready for his own command soon enough. I’m very happy with his progress.” He took another drink, and sat up picking up the bottom and pouring another two fingers.
“While Johnny still remains a mystery on how to get him buy in on the job and doing what it is we are doing, the difference we are making. I can only see that he will eventually get there. He is good at what he does regardless if he realizes it or not. While he says his family is the reason he got here I have to say he has made it his own. I think the more he stays focused and continues to grow and realize his own potential and that he really is making his own way maybe he will become more invested in his roll.” he pauses leaning back taking another drink, pondering his own word, were they right? He at least knew he believed in them. However, how would he get Johnny to believe in that?
“Sully did an interview with the FFN guys as well, I’m glad he chose to do it.” He stopped again and took another drink. “Though he may have started a rumor that might cause me some discomfort having brought up the fact that my former ex-girlfriend’s daughter is on the station.” He takes a long pull from the tumbler. “She’s like a daughter to me. Even though I never had the opportunity to take on that role. Had the events on Lyshan not have happened that would have been different.” He drained the remaining amber liquid, its sweet taste and burn almost comforting as it went down.
He sat up and filled the glass once again, holding the drink under his nose as he sat back, allowing the sweet woodsy smell to fill his senses. “Life has a funny way of giving things back to you in odd ways.” He shrugged leaning back and looking to the sky. “Funny indeed.”
“Duty in the morning, almost time for sleep.” He drained the glass once again, then slowly stood. “End log!”
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Mission 67 & 68 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 21 & 22
Sim Date: 3/3/2018 & 3/10/2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Sorry I could not make it last week, this months’ kind of nuts with Wedding stuff. As a Heads up, I may not be able to make the sim on 3/31/2018 as that is the Wedding day. However, it is an early afternoon time so the evening should not be terribly difficult.

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Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A

“Thanks for meeting with me.” Oliver said.
A familiar face turned to meet him, and smiled holding up a hand. “You know she’s the same ship, but she’s a good bit more than she was before. I wanted to be here, figured it was only right.”
Oliver nodded as they stepped off the lift on Docking Pad C; he stepped out falling in step with the Klingon Hybrid. “She’s an old gal, but she’s got a new lease on life. I really appreciate you and your people taking an interest in getting her in order.” He said as they passed by the few meandering engineers who were cleaning up materials and gear. “She’s ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, and the guys back at the Rollins facility were able to engineer you a modified QSD, it’s only really been tested in computer simulations. This class of ship was never really meant for this kind of travel but I think we go it. But I think we’ve got it.” He said as they approached the airlock.
“I gathered that much. There’s only a handful of these beauties in service anymore.” Oliver said as he pressed his hand to the security pad. “Anyone on board yet?”
The man shook his head. “No, not yet. We literally just released her, and from one former Commanding officer to another I thought you might like to be the first aboard.”
Oliver smiled and nodded. “Indeed. Do you miss it?” he asked watching the gangway doors spread and the lights come on inside the hall connecting the ship to the station. He started down the hall.
“Yes, but sometimes our destiny takes us to unexpected places. Maybe one day I will go back. But for now I get to work on projects like this!” he said gesturing to the ship ahead of them. “Making a difference in other ways and besides it gives me time with the family even if they are slowly leaving the nest.” He said coming to a stop at the doors.
Oliver turned and took the man’s offered hand in a firm handshake. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, send me a subspace and let me know you survive your first QSD then you can thank me.” He said with a grin.
Oliver nodded and turned as the doors the Tempest slowly side open. “Will do.” He said as he headed into the vessel. As soon as his feet touched the deck, he could feel that familiar vibration. That feeling that most Starfleet officers got used to, but to him it was comforting. It felt like home. He stopped for a moment taking in that feeling, and then started down the hall towards the Turbolift.
He stepped into the turbolift running his fingers along the edge of the black display; it was all shiny and new. Event their last update was not as extensive as this. The engineers outdid themselves. He made a mental note that he should thank Admiral Walker as he had a feeling that it was his doing. The new contrast of colors, the displays in hues of blue instead of light yellows and browns.
“Engineering!” he said as the lift doors slipped close with a quiet hiss.
The lift rode smooth and quietly down, the trip seemed to take a shorter amount of time, it might have just been his senses were being deceived by the newness of things. He smiled as the doors slid open and he stepped out onto the deck, it seemed darker to him with the new colors. He turned and stood in the doors peering into engineering at the new Warp Core slowly thrumming away casting its blue hues as the magnetic constrictors pushed its fuel along. He slowly moved in glancing over at the new Chief Engineers office, then down at the Master Situation console as he passed.
He stopped staring at the Power Distribution center screens noting the new routes and equipment. Stepping away and over to the core, he stared up into the decks above then down to the bottom of the ship. Looking over he could see the QSD Core sitting idle in its nook where there was once a small workshop.
It was such a small thing, to provide such a large amount of power. The forces it could bring to bear to tear into space and create a tunnel powerful enough to make them travel faster than he would have ever imagined. It was fascinating to him, but beyond his area of expertise. He only knew it had to work.
He stood there for a moment watching the warp core continue its slow idle, feeling the vibration in the flooring as it all came together in the Articulation frame. He nodded to himself with a smile and headed back out of engineering back to the Turbolift.
“Sickbay!” he said.
The lift stopped moments later, and he stepped off heading down the hall. It was eerie walking through the ship with no one on board; he was used to seeing these halls busy. He paused a moment and pressed a hand to one of the corners of the corridor wall and then the opposite. There was a audible click and the panel swung down on hydraulics to reveal an emergency supply locker. He scanned through the supplies then slowly swung the panel closed and pressed it back in place.
He continued down the hall, then turned and stepped into sickbay. The lighting slowly came up to reveal the new updated sickbay. He nodded and smiled glancing around at the sickbays new open layout, and the new equipment. Most of it still had the sterile coverings on it.
He nodded, and turned around heading back to the lift. “Bridge!” he said, leaning against the side of the lift. Still felt the same but it was not, not really.
The lift doors parted and he stepped out onto the bridge, he stopped just a few steps in. He glanced around the bridge. Probably one of the things that stood out the most was the Extra stations that had been added around the edges of the bridge. The colors were different, it was darker. The stations all had the new Blue LCARS displays, which added to the ambiance. He slowly made his way around the bridge looking at the new stations which were sitting idle.
He slowly made his way around the bridge coming to stand in front of his chair. It was the one thing from the other bridge module that they had saved the chairs. There was a lot of history in those chairs. He slowly turned and dropped into the chair leaning back and closing his eyes for a moment. Soon the ship would be teeming with life once again, and soon they would be off gallivanting across the galaxy again.
He stood and moved towards the Ready Room, stopping once more to glance around the bridge. It was very rare to have moments like this on a ship. He stepped into the ready room and smiled at the new layout and furniture. The couch certainly looked more comfortable than the last; he dropped onto it and laid back closing his eyes. “They are going to love this!” he said to himself.


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

General Orders:
Executive Officer:
Tactical Officer Department:
Security Department:
Operations Department:
Flight Operations:
Engineering Department:
Medical Department:
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – In Transit

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow
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Mission 69 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 23
Sim Date: March 17, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO) (LOA)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)
Unassigned – Councilor (CNS)
Unassigned – Science Officer (SCI)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Great Sim Last week, thanks to everyone who came! We have a mystery on our hands it would seem.
Recruitment – We could use a few more people, specifically we still need an Engineer, and a Flight Officer. If you know any family, friends, or even Co-Workers (That you can tolerate. LOL) please don’t hesitate to talk to them about the Sim, and see if they want to sit in on a few sessions to see if it’s something they might be interested in joining into. We can also use backups/assistant positions that can be filled as well. The more the merrier. Not going to turn away anyone who wants to play. 8-)
While I fully expect that Corky will eventually return, I’m posting a position for Science as well so we can fill the position if someone wants it.
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IC Date: September 8, 2397 Time: 13:27:54
Star Trek Stardate: 74686.46 ST:AB Stardate: 11803.17
Location: USS Tempest, NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Bridge

The bridge was surreal all lit up from the image on the screen, a mix of colors of Blues, Purples, and pinks filled the screen casting light across the otherwise dark bridge setting, the crew was tense that much was certain. They had been presented with something that they could not yet explain a vessel. Or probe, they still were not sure. Sully and Johnny were about to undertake a very dangerous adventure over to the vessel to try and figure out what it might be. They had been trying to avoid bringing it aboard the ship, while fairly large it might still fit into the Main Shuttle bay.
“Captains Duty Log, Stardate 74686.46, the Tempest has arrived at the Betreka Nebula and begun our requested search operation for any possible lurking True Federation Forces. While making our first leg of the search our sensor grid detected what we could only describe as ship building materials. Unsure what it might be we dispatched two vessels to investigate.” He shifted in his chair watching the screen.
“They found a craft of unknown origin, I have no doubt it’s a True Federation vessel as its nature is fairly hidden from us. Sensors will barely penetrate the thing, and it appears that it maybe automated. We won’t know until we can crack that egg and get inside to see what we can find.” He said stopping a moment to take a drink; it was clear by his body language that this made him nervous. The True Federation had been full of surprises, and ever since they ran into the so coined ‘smart mines’ back at Ba’ku and the Briar patch it really didn’t come as a surprise.
“The USS Bolton retrieved the vessel and towed it out to where we could get a better and safer look at it. While going over options with the crew we have decided at this time that the best course of action is to send an Away Team over in EVA suits to check out the vessel, keep it at arm’s length to minimize any impact should things go sideways. I have ordered Sully and Johnny to take on this task. While they have a tendency to be a bit unorthodox on Away Missions, I have hopes that the seriousness of this situation is not lost upon them. They should be ready soon, for now we scan and wait. I have ordered regular updates over subspace to keep fleet apprised of our findings and situation, especially since we have halted our search for the moment.” He shifted in his chair again uncomfortably. “I don’t like this one bit. End Log!” he said returning his attention back to the screen ahead.


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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: Maintain our position; continue scanning the nebula from our position until we have determined what we are going to do with this unknown vessel. I am ordering a standing Yellow Alert while were on this mission, as we have no idea what to expect from this visit to the nebula or this vessel. Let us be cautious and keep the ship at Yellow Alert.
Executive Officer: Get into EVA and take Johnny to investigate the unknown vessel, use extreme caution and keep an open communication line so we can monitor.
Tactical Officer Department: Join the Executive Officer on the away mission to the unknown vessel.
Security Department: Maintain a Security Alert Status on the ship.
Operations Department: Keep a close eye on the Away Team, at the first sign of trouble we want to get them back to the ship.
Flight Operations: Maintain our current position!
Engineering Department: Go over Scans of the Unknown vessel, and monitor in real time the findings of the away team. Be prepared to offer suggestions and maybe even assistance if the vessel can be secured safely.
Medical Department: Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. As we are bound to run into enemy vessels, we should be ready for casualties.
Science Department: Assist in Scanning the unknown craft, as well as monitoring scans coming back from the Nebula.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Yellow – Stations Keeping

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow – Standing Orders while we wait for the coming engagement in Klingon Space and we have visitors.
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Location: Odyssey Station, Operations
Stardate: 11803.31
A joint post by: Oliver Savage, Elianna Kestran, and Melody Wythe

Oliver stepped from his office his usual mug in hand, stopping abruptly to avoid colliding an engineer with a gravity sled walking past that he nearly missed as his attention was on a Padd in the other hand. He scowled more at himself for not paying attention then continued on into the operations area. “Morning!”

Melody looked up from her console at his greeting and took a second to remember how to be social that early in the morning. “Good morning.”

He settled onto a seat at the main console and pulled up a system map. “How’s our traffic looking out there, they behaving?”

“Mostly.” She gave a short smile and rolled her eyes a bit.

He nodded, and took a drink from his mug. “Good, I’d hate to see what you would do to them if they got out of line.”

She actually laughed at that, got up to stretch and get fresh coffee.

Torin raised an eyebrow with mild amusement, “I would feel constantly jittery if I drank as much coffee as you. How do even fall asleep at night?”

He points over at Torin. “He has a point, then again I can’t talk I had to have a certain councilor force tea on me.”

She stopped on her way back to her station and gave a restrained glare. “You should be grateful I drink coffee.”

Oliver smiled, “Some people can’t live without it. It’s like life giving substance for Starfleet Officers. Until its not.” he stared at his mug. “I’m getting used to this leafy crap. Kinda like it.” he glanced back over at Melody. “How are you adjusting to life here with our crazy bunch?”

“Oh, I think I’m adjusting pretty well now… to most people. I’m thinking about doing something around here outside of my duties. I have a friend back home harassing me to get involved.” She said this with a bit of sarcastic emphasis. “Any suggestions?”

He set his Padd down on the table. “On or off duty?”

“Well, something to do in my free time, you know.”

“So… off duty then…” Torin seemed to want to poke the bear.

“Casey, you do know a human being can last about fifteen seconds in a vacuum before expiring right? She has access the to the transporters from here, might not be a good idea to keep poking. But by all means, keep it up. I saw nothing!” he said with a grin.

“I was thinking I could work on target practice. Do you think that’d be good for on duty?” She looked at Torin.

Torin’s eyes widened a bit and he leaned back in his seat and buried his face in his crossword.

Oliver nods, watching Torin’s reaction. “Yup, target practice is always something I recommend. Got to be effective in a firefight.” he shrugs. “As for off duty, there is a lot of things you could do. Holodecks are good for a variety of things. There’s the Arboretum. It’s all depending upon your hobbies I suppose. Have any of those?”

From behind his crossword Torin muttered, “I hear Dark Matter is looking for a part time barista. You could work for coffee.”

She replied without looking up, “Yes, and I’m sure they let their employees do crosswords all day.” She looked over to the captain again. “I could probably find some things I used to like to do on earth in the holodeck. I like painting. It’s been forever though!”

Oliver nods, scratching at his chin thinking. “I’m certain the holodeck has plenty of art related programs you could run, including several recreations of famous art galleries you could visit. There isn’t much on the station other than the arboreum that would be good to paint, unless you want to paint the traffic jam for posterity.” he said jerking a thumb at the ships passing by on the viewscreen. “There are some nearby astronomical bodies you could paint.”

“Thanks. Yeah, I can usually paint things from thinking of them too. I don’t suppose there’s some painting group around here. I have a feeling my friend would give me a hard time for picking a solitary hobby.”

Oliver shook his head. “Not sure, if not maybe you can start one.”

The lift came to a stop at Station Operations and Elianna stepped off looking down at a padd, seemingly thoroughly engrossed in what she was reading. Looking up she strode quickly over to where the others stood and held the padd out towards them with some excitement, “Have you seen this report?” She was so interested in what she had been reading she didn’t even notice the fact she had completely interrupted whatever conversation they were already having.

A glance at the padd would probably look like nothing more interesting than a report on a medical procedure that had apparently taken place at Starbase 375.

Oliver stares at the padd, and then looks back up to Elianna. “Yes, that is so fascinating.” he grins. “What does all that medical mumbo jumbo mean exactly?”

“No, no not that! The procedure is not all that interesting really. I mean, it was creative problem solving, but not that.” She shook her head in frustration and pointed at the names of doctors and patient involved. “They’re from the Chiron!”

A look of realization appeared on Oliver’s face. “Oh! The Chiron, isn’t that the ship that went missing a few months ago?”

“Exactly! Has there been any announcement about them getting home?”

Oliver shakes his head. “No, not that I’ve seen. If it was recent they may not have yet had a chance to add that to the round of security briefings. Might be debriefing the crew first.”

“With all the commotion raised around their disappearance I would’ve assumed they’d make some sort of announcement. I mean, Starfleet Command was forced to issue a statement on it because of that article from FNN.”

“So I’m curious, why so interested in the Chiron? You looking for a transfer, are you leaving me?” Oliver asked, mocking a shocked look on his face.

“If Johnny hasn’t driven me out of here yet, you know I’m here to stay.”

Oliver grips his chest. “Oh thank god, at least someone to help keep me sane will be here.” he points to Melody. “She’s a coffee dealer, she's constantly tempting me to the dark side. I mean I used to enjoy some dark roast every now and then but…”

“Hey, it’s not so bad on the dark side.” She smiled a bit.

Elianna winks at Melody, “In order for anyone to keep him sane, he has to be sane to begin with.”

Melody let out a loud laugh at that, but then remembered her usual restraint.

Oliver opens his mouth to respond, but stops and ponders that. “You have a point, sanity is required to begin with in order to return to that state I suppose.” he shrugs. “I’m happy with my state. At least for now.”

Melody turned back to her console as it let out a low beep. “Captain, you have an incoming message.”

He nods. “That’s my cue I suppose. Send it to my office please.” Oliver said as he turned and headed for his office door.

Melody transferred it and kept her eyes on the console, trying to figure out how to avoid one-on-one conversation with the doctor. Still, she felt bad for making things awkward. The doctor seemed nice enough.

Feeling a mix of awkward emotions coming from the Ops officer, Elianna gave her a curious glance. “How are you doing Ensign?”

Melody looked up, suddenly remembering that she could probably sense her panic. “Uh, well, you know, still settling in…” She grasped for a subject. “We were just talking before you came in about finding a hobby on station.”

Elianna’s brow furrowed a bit in confusion about the emotions she was sensing, but decided it was probably better left alone, “What kind of hobbies were you discussing?”

“Oh, well, ha. I told them I like painting, but that’s not typically something with other people. I’ve got a friend back home pushing me to do fun things with people and not work all the time.” She smiled, trying to act more naturally.

With a slightly sheepish look Elianna admitted, “Oliver and Sully are both always telling me not to work so much as well. All the things to do here and people to spend time with, and I still find myself in one Sickbay or another most of the time…”

Melody relaxed a bit as she listened and thought about what being the CMO would be like. “Well, I’m sure your kind of job is pretty demanding. I can always pass mine off at the end of my shift… Anyway, lots to do, huh? Any suggestions?”

“Well, there are plenty of places to eat and drink, I think there is a gaming establishment but I’ve never been there so I can’t recall the name off the top of my head. If you like shopping the commercial district has a lot of shops too. Of course, the holodeck and holosuites. The arboretum has all kind of campsites and hiking paths, and I think maybe some kayaking as well. Plus I think the Horticulturists lead some lessons in the plant varieties and so forth…” she thought for a while, “I’m sure that there are some organized sports going on, but I’ve never looked into it really, being a workaholic and all.”

“Wow! Thanks. Yeah, I’m not usually one for the typical sports, but hiking sounds really good right now. Maybe I can show up and ask around to see if anyone is looking for a hiking buddy.”

Oliver exits his Office with a determined stride heading for the center of operations. “Ensign, do you recall some time ago I asked you to put together some fake subspace traffic for a rainy day’s use?”
Melody, pulled out of her surprisingly pleasant conversation with the doctor, looked a bit concerned but answered. “Yes, Sir, I prepared that a couple of weeks ago.”

“Good, I want you to allow whatever traffic has to go out now that has not finished, then shut down all outgoing communications, and start sending the fake data.” he said glancing down at the system overview on the display. “I want you to send an automated message out recalling all Starfleet personnel to their ships.” he turned back to her, then hit the intercom button. “Red Alert, all hands to battle stations!”

Melody was already working as he gave the orders, “I’m on it.”

Elianna cast a worried glance at Oliver, but said nothing.

Oliver continued. “All civilians are to report to emergency shelters.” he said and let off the intercom button, then turned back to the other two. “The taskforce will be leaving shortly to start an offensive against the True Federation, they are expecting a counter attack here at the station. Time to get ready for a fight.”
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Mission 71 – “Operation Seleyan Sun” - Part 2
Sim Date: April 15, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information: Great job last week and some great logs rolling out. Thank you for your efforts in doing those it is much appreciated. Just another reminder we have some open position both on our ship and others so if you know someone that might enjoy doing this please don’t hesitate to invite them to our group.


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ST:AB Stardate: 11804.15
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Operations, Office of Oliver Savage.

Oliver watched as Elianna disappeared back through the doors to his office out into operations. He shook his head in dismay at the situation they were in, this conflict, and now essentially a hostage situation which he was certain was about to escalate into a firefight again. Not a prospect that he was looking forward too. And now the internal struggle of wanting to help Sahl and stay within the boundaries of his orders. He felt like this may be one of those moments when his by the book attitude may be severely challenged. He let out a deep sigh. “Computer being duty log!” he said and waited as the computer ran through its customary beeps.
“I don’t have much time honestly to dwell on this, but we’ve been put into a terrible scenario. The refugees that came in ahead of the small True Federation fleet appear to be political refugees from a planet called Valt, which is on the other side of Klingon Space from us. Elianna’s former husband, or what I can only assume is his symbiont.” He reached for the mug on his desk and took a drink. His face immediately wrinkled, and he spit the contents back into the thing. “Damn it!” he said and stood abruptly moving to the replicator to recycle and replicate a new mug of tea.
“Where was I…” he said pulling the new mug full of hot liquid out. “Right. Sahl.” He crossed the room and stopped staring out into space, looking at all the vessels sitting in defense of the station and in the distance the tiny pinpoints that made up the small group that he had sent to retrieve the refugees and the True Federation vessels.
“I’m certain Walker and the Admiralty will make the right decision in regard to the information that was passed to us, so its my job to make sure that he and those Refugees make it back to this station and then to try and somehow avert a confrontation with our True Federation friends floating out there waiting to pounce.” He frowned again and took another drink. “I doubt it’s going to be that easy.”
“On top of that we must come up with an idea on how to go retrieve the rest of the people that Sahl left back on Valt, I doubt we can afford to liberate the planet, but maybe we can get as many people who don’t want to be there off. We certainly will need to assess the military strength there, but the question now is how. Hopefully Starfleet Intelligence has some information on that and can help us along, but then it begs the question of how they didn’t know this was happening to begin with and why we’ve done nothing to stop it.” He shrugs and turns to start across his office. “End log!”

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

General Orders: Maintain Condition Red Throughout the station, all Civilian personnel are to remain in Safe Zones until otherwise notified.
Executive Officer: Can you please look into what information you can find about the Planet Valt in the database, search for any intelligence reports that might help us get an idea of what is going on in that area.
Tactical Officer Department: Maintain Battlestations, keep a close watch on our True Federation Friends. I’d like a plan to try and reduce possible casualties should we need our ships to fall back against their wishes and it turns into a fight.
Security Department: Maintain Security Alert, look into those explosions that tore into our Communications Array.
Operations Department: Keep an eye out for additional incoming vessels, and for the next call from the Admiralty.
Flight Operations: N/A
Engineering Department: Work on Repairs to the Communications Array!
Medical Department: Prepare for Casualties as we will undoubtable have them soon. Not to mention the refugees who most likely need medical attention as well.
Science Department: N/A

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green - Docked


Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Red Alert – All Crew At Battle stations.
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Mission 72 – “Operation Seleyan Sun - Part 3
Sim Date: April 21, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Short break between sims, only about a 10 minute time lapse.
Sully (DH) will likely not be joining us this Saturday as he has a Date with the Avengers.

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Since we have such a short break between last sim and the next it does not seem like enough time to really put into a log, needless to say the next one will likely be interesting. So for the moment I’m going to do a quick recap of events, and will update orders for each department below.

The Offensive against the True Federation has begun, the large fleet that had been hanging out at Odyssey has pushed off and head via QSD off on their respective missions, they did however leave a contingent of 200 vessels in defense of the Station as they are certain a counter attack is coming.
Starbase Odyssey’s Communication system was sabotaged and destroyed. In an effort to restore communications we routed them through the stations infrastructure to the USS Tempest still docked with the station, so we are using the Odyssey’s communications package to communicate with the fleet and other vessels.
Shortly after the departure of our fleet the Sensor grid deployed to help identify incoming vessels spotted one coming in, and we sent a dozen or so vessels out to meet the vessel and detain the crew.
Shortly after this we then detected a small task force of True Federation vessels that came in following the freighter and were turned away when they were fired upon and suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Stations weapons and our support vessels.
The crew of the civilian freighter was detained and brought aboard one of our vessels.
A second fleet of True Federation vessels numbering at close to thirty has shown up and through some diplomacy stalled a fight. They sited that the crew of the freighter were criminals to the True Federation.
Oliver consulted with command and was told that the True Federation is not recognized as a legitimate government and has no claim on the lives of the refugees. Oliver was told not to give them up.
Orders were given for the small contingent of vessels from the group protecting Odyssey to rejoin their lines. Oliver reached back out to the True Federation Captain and informed him of Starfleet’s Decision. The True Federation Captain turned over records passed to him by his command and while Oliver has that information forwarded to Starfleet it made no difference in the crew’s stance, they would not be giving up the Refugees.
Come to find out in a letter received by Elianna Kestran the Symbiont of her late husband is among those survivors. They had crossed Klingon Territory from a plant known as Valt which sits about 8 Sectors away from Odyssey. Valt a True Federation held planet appears to be home to work camps which are made up of the planets populace and Starfleet POW’s.
Oliver made a request to take the Tempest and assess options for liberation of at least the POW’s and whomever would want to escape the occupation of Valt.
At the moment we have a Standoff to finish with the True Federation fleet here at Odyssey, and a lot of work ahead of us if were to visit Valt and potentially participate in the liberation of the people and the planet of Valt.

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Starbase Odyssey Interdepartmental Messaging System
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: Maintain Condition Red, all hands to stand at Battle stations until further notice, a six-hour rotation is in effect in order to keep the crew ready and alert. All Civilian personnel are to remain in safe zones until the crisis has been averted.
Executive Officer: Lets start getting the Tempest Ready to go, we of course need to get communications restored on Odyssey before we can depart, and of course we need to deal with the True Federation threat ahead of us right now before we can depart and investigate Valt. Get a crew roster put together and start making the Tempest ready to go.
Tactical Officer Department: Stand Ready and alert as it is likely we shall see something from the small True Federation Fleet that is sitting just out of Weapons range.
Security Department: Maintain Security Alert status.
Operations Department: Keep an Eye on that small fleet, and the early warning grid in case they have friends waiting in the wings for us. Help coordinate Supply of the Tempest to ensure she’s ready to go soon.
Flight Operations: Update Navigational Records, and start plotting us a course through Klingon Territory to Valt. Start getting the Tempest Propulsion systems ready to go.
Engineering Department: Odyssey’s Communications systems need to be repaired before were able to leave for Valt. Temepst needs to be ready to go.
Medical Department: Ensure the Tempest is ready to go from a Medical Perspective, be ready for casualties.
Science Department: Ensure our star charts and database is up to date before we depart for Klingon Space.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Green – Docked at Odyssey Station


Starbase Odyssey Status
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Mission 73 – “Operation Seleyan Sun” - Part 4
Sim Date: April 28, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Things are about to get interesting, I think this is about to be the first time that any Sim I’ve ever participated in has ever been involved in a fleet action to this scale that is about to arrive on our doorstep. I have to admit, I’m kind of nervous about this. LOL But I’m sure everyone will have a good time and things will get interesting as they always do.

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ST:AB Stardate: 11804.28
Location: Odyssey Station, Operations, Office of Captain Oliver Savage.

Oliver stepped off the turbolift into the Stations Commercial district, and slowly began walking down the corridor. It was the first time he had actually seen it this empty. Most of the time there was at least a few people milling about window shopping or eating at a café. But the doors were closed, and the lights were out, the only people present were the various security teams standing guard, waiting for what was to come.
“Captain.” He heard someone call out as he walked around a small kiosk. The security guard stiffening up along with his companions.
He smiled and waved a hand. “At ease. Don’t want you to strain something Ensign.” He said continuing his slow walk down the corridor.
“Sir forgive me for asking but shouldn’t you be in Ops?” the young officer asked.
Oliver stopped and chuckled turning to catch one of others with him slugging him in the arm clearly whispering a warning to him. “Thank you, Ensign, I’ll take that under advisement.” He returned to the small group of security officers and took note of a couple on the upper level looking down at them. “My former Captain used to impress upon the need to…” he smiled and glanced up at those above. “The need to make your presence known to the troops. You walk the battlefield to get the lay of the land, show your presence. Supposed to inspire confidence and apparently a little initiative in their people.” He said. “I’m glad I could inspire you son.” He said with a warm smile and a clap on the shoulder.
“Sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to….” He stammered out.
Oliver waved a hand. “No need to apologize, you’re just doing your job.” He nodded and turned and continued his slow walked down the corridor, it didn’t take him long to arrive at the lift on the far end, a trip that normally took several minutes took far less time when the place wasn’t jam packed with people. He turned back to the door of the lift after stepping into the turbolift. “Primary Sickbay!” he said sternly, and the lift surged on its way.
Oliver could feel the tension rising in himself, knowing that time was drawing near for the confrontation at hand. There was a sensation of nausea churning in his gut, he had not eaten in a while but at the rate he was going that was not going to be an option anyway. The doors parted to admit him onto his requested deck.
It was clear from the activity on this deck that the medical staff was getting ready for the worst, medical personnel were rushing everywhere, and the activity in Sickbay was no less chaotic.
Oliver turned to enter sickbay seeing a lull in traffic but was nearly bowled over by a familiar face who was clearly in a hurry, the irritated look on her face spoke volumes as she looked up and was clearly about to scald him when she realized who it was she was looking at. “Hello Doctor Reed.” he said offering a smile.

She opened her mouth to say something, then simply held up her hands in a halting motion, then pushed past him into the corridor. “Good luck.”

Oliver was left standing in the doorway blinking in confusion before he turned his attention back to the Sickbay, stepping just in side the door and off to one side, watching for a moment. Finally deciding that it might be safe, he slowly approaches Elianna. “Hey, everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Elianna glanced up for just a moment at Oliver and then back at what she was working on, “I think we’ve got it under control, why?”

Oliver watched her for a moment before responding. “Under control?” he studied her for a moment longer. “You know that we’ve worked together for some time now, and while I believe that everything is under control in here.” he said gesturing around at sickbay. “I have sneaking suspicion that is not that case in there.” he said gesturing at her. “Anything I can do?”

Crossing her arms, she finally looked at him, “Is this really the time for this conversation? We have an enemy fleet coming within the hour, I have a sickbay to manage and we’re probably about to have our hands really full. Can’t anyone here just let me do my job?”

“I’m not trying to stop you from doing your job, but the well-being of my crew and my friend is still important. I think were as prepared as were going to be for this.” he shrugged. “I figured I’d ask. Though if I can offer a little piece of advice, or at least an observation.”

Drawing a deep breath to try and steady herself, expecting she might not like what she was about to hear, Elianna gave a nod to him.

“He’s safe,” he said. “He will be on the station soon, and even safer. I know we’re staring down a barrel and it’s a lot to take in. I can understand your position, but they don’t know or understand.” he said gesturing to her staff hurrying about. “When this is over you might want to at least have a chat with Emily, she seemed pretty upset on her way out.”

Elianna closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, replying in a much meeker tone this time, “I will.”

He regarded her for a moment. “It’s going to be alright Elianna. I’m going to get out of your hair, I’ll see you when this is over. We’ll all sit down and have a good stiff drink.” he nods and turns heading back for the door.

“Oliver,” she called as he was leaving, “You’re wrong about one thing. He’s not safe, he’s already dead. So, let’s make it a double.”

He stopped at the door, and simply nodded and disappeared out the door.

Oliver continued his trek down the hall towards the turbolift stepping in and turning to meet the doors as they snapped shut with a hiss. He leaned heavily against the wall for a moment and bounced his knuckles off the carpeted surface. “Damn war.” He said. “Ops!” he said drawing himself upright and pulling his uniform tight.

The door’s parted a short time later and he stepped out, Ops was a relatively calm place for the nervous center of the station there wasn’t much to prepare accept to keep everyone fresh and rotating during a standing combat status. He stood watching them for a long moment, stopping to see Johnny and Sully in some conversation, Melody quietly tapping away at her station, and a Casey Torin in his usual spot tapping away at a Padd.
He took a quick glance at the main monitor showing the station, the fleet of ships surrounding it in defense and the sensor perimeter, and yet no activity yet from the True Federation. He gave Sully a nod as he walked through Ops and entered his Office. Passing through the doors to his office he let out a resounding sign. Oliver paced his office, his eyes occasionally glancing up at the large screen on the wall. It showed the arrayed fleet and Odyssey station and the outlying early warning systems they had put in place. It had been nearly an hour and a half already. Oliver hated to wait, but he also held a lot of trepidation for what was coming. He watched the screen stopping as one of the buoy’s sent a sudden ping, but nothing seemed to resolve. He let out a breath he was clearly holding. He knew they would be coming soon enough. He took a breath and let It out slowly. “Computer begin log recording!” he said.
“Captain’s log Stardate 11804.28, supplemental. We stand upon the precipice of danger staring it in the eye in hopes it will flinch, but the unmovable does not yield, and our resolve is strong as Steel.” He grinned. “To say that would be a lie. There is a fleet coming our way, and will be here any moment and I find myself nervous like a cadet in his first year battle scenario.” He said and started pacing again.
“I’ve never dealt with anything like this before, of course every Starfleet Captain prepares for this, to be a part of it, but to lead it?” he shook his head in dismay. “I’ve never lead this many ships in combat, let alone this station and this crew.” He stopped again and stared at the screen. “Of course, I cannot tell my crew, or my first officer how absolutely terrified I am right now. Its bad enough that Sully appears to be slipping back to his former attitude, and Johnny just feeds on it and his own issue with our situation. It makes my job harder sometimes, while refreshing in a way.”
“There are so many people counting on us right now, there is an entire shipyard and nearby planet that are depending upon us to hold this station. While the enemy does not match our numbers they certainly do not fight like we do by a code of ethics. But what has our code of ethics gotten us?” he frowns going quiet for a moment, then lets out a resounding sigh. “Maybe its time we fight dirty too. This is unfamiliar territory already, I was not brought up in a war zone. We didn’t survive countless attacks and near destruction like the Federation and Starfleet that we’ve come back to, but do we adapt?” he shrugged. “Johnny and Sully seems to think that we need to take a much more aggressive stance in the here and now. I try to use diplomacy, and they shrug and throw down the gauntlet. Do I let that kind of behavior stand?”
He goes quiet for a long moment. “We are clearly at war, but we keep falling back onto what we know. Maybe it’s time we learn and follow a different path. But then again is that why we are here in this place? I have to believe that they asked us to take this station and this place so close to things for a reason. Were unique in that we came from an era before war and death plagued the Federation. We cannot let the current political atmosphere divert us from what is right and just in this world. War has been known to make people sacrifice humanity to win, we give up part of ourselves to become bloodthirsty killers.” He shrugged again, moving over to the window to stare out into space.
“It isn’t the first time that in Human culture that a dividing line came between our people. Brothers stood across fields and shot at one another with the intent of eradicating ideals. Starfleet and the Federation was built on ideals, and I’m not ready to let those ideals go. Not if it means sacrificing what we stand for. Starfleet is a Scientific and Diplomatic entity that has stood for hundreds of years because people who were nearly at the brink of war had the vision to see that it would take us down a path that would have everlasting effects across the entire face of the galaxy. I’m sorry but just because a group of people with ideals that differ from our own say they are fed up does not give them a right to throw out the book that has kept relative peace in the galaxy. But I wont just throw lives away needlessly to accomplish that.” He glanced back at the screen again.
“When this is over were going to have a talk and find a middle ground on how we go forward from here. I will do everything I can to keep our morals intact. But I will also find a common ground that we can all hopefully agree on, or this may be more of a problem than I could have hoped for. I cannot and will not fight two battles.” He pointed to the screen. “One out there,” then to the doors to Operations. “One out there. I won’t do it. In combat you need to be able to trust that your people are going to do what is right and follow orders even when they don’t agree.” He returns to staring back out into space, watching as the occasional ship floats by. “I hope that were strong enough.” He said. “End Log!”

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Starbase Odyssey Interdepartmental Messaging System
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: Maintain condition red throughout the Station, we know what’s coming. Let’s get through this and pick up the pieces. Each of you has prepared for this such occasion, trust your training. Trust your fellow standing next to you. The station must hold. Let’s make our stand and make it one that resonates with the True Federation and they think twice before coming back here.
Executive Officer: Take Johnny and the Tempest and be prepared to defend the ship.
Tactical Officer Department: Join Sully on the Tempest and prepare for battle.
Security Department: We need to locate that Saboteur and ensure none of our other systems have been compromised.
Operations Department: Keep an eye out for incoming, anything strange pops up on sensors let us know.
Flight Operations: Ready our Support craft and send a flight crew to the Tempest. We may need every vessel we have in defense of the station.
Engineering Department: Ensure DC crews are standing bye.
Medical Department: Stand Ready to Receive casualties.
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: RED – Battle Stations


Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Red – Battle Stations!
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Mission 74 – “Operation Seleyan Sun” - Part 5
Sim Date: May 5, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)
Lieutenant Naomi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:
OPS Torin

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
We had an appearance by our favorite Security Officer Lt. Idaris. Excited to have you even if just for a couple of appearances.

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ST:AB Stardate: 11805.05
Location: Starbase Odyssey

Since there is no lapse I’m just doing a quick update of the last events in our last sim.
Odyssey Station and 200 Starfleet Vessels engaged in a combat action against True Federation forces which numbered 130 strong. The first part of the engagement was a trade for trade of vessels, but due to some steps taken by the Tempest and Odyssey that number was greatly reduced. At last count the True Federation fleet was reduced to about 40 vessels.
Sully & Johnny took the Odyssey with a crew and joined the in the fleet action. Having lead a spearhead wing of vessels they have cut through the lines of the enemy like a hot knife through button and are relatively unscathed.
Lieutenant Idaris is hot on the trail of our saboteur whom she has cornered near one of the life support systems maintenance bays and engaged in a firefight.
Thus far it seems the station has been relatively unscathed.
When we last left off the USS Axiom had hailed us, our backup had arrived.



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

General Orders: Maintain Alert Status and Battle stations.
Executive Officer: Keep up the good work! Lets wrap up this fleet action and get to cleanup and recovery efforts.
Tactical Officer Department: Continue working with Sully to wrap up this fleet action.
Security Department: Contain this firefight and bring it to a close as quickly as possible. Having them in such a position in a sensitive place is not good for anyone.
Operations Department: Contact the Aldebaran Fleet Shipyards, and request they be prepared to send tugs to tow ships back to their facility to help effect repairs, were only going to be able to do so much. You’ll have to route it through one of the other ships Subspace Antenna array.
Flight Operations: Have crews standing by for recovery operations were bound to have a lot of Escape pods, and damaged ships out there that will need help. Let’s be ready to provide that.
Engineering Department: Keep working on the Subspace Communications array, prepare to receive damaged vessels were likely going to need to get them up and back to action as soon as possible. Let’s triage what we can to be as efficient as possible.
Medical Department: As soon as we can wrap things up with the True Federation fleet you are most assuredly going to receive wounded. Be prepared to see people form both sides as we will not discriminate, make sure to tag them and inform security if you receive in True Federation casualties. Coordinate with Security on movement of patience.
Science Department:

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Red – Battle Stations

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Red – Battle Stations
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Mission 75 - “Operation Seleyan Sun” - Part 6
Sim Date: May 12, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)
Lieutenant Naomi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Captain Fawkes – USS Axiom

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OOC & Pre Sim Information: Great job last sim everyone. Great having you again Vanessa! Even it if it was a short time. 8-)
Just an early heads up I will not be in attendance on June 16th’s sim as I shall be on an away mission of my own working on my Survival training out in Western Washington at the coast at the Heart of the Hills camping for the weekend.
I have a couple of dates in August which I will let you know about as I am going to a Ren Faire and will be participating in a 3 Day long Airsoft MILSIM another weekend. I believe they are bookends on the month. I’ll let you know once we’ve solidified those plans.
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ST:AB Stardate: 11812.05
Location: Starbase Odyssey, Office of Oliver Savage

Oliver sat on the floor in his office, his back leaning up against one of the couches, staring at the window and the debris floating past, a glass of amber liquid dangling from his fingertips. It was very clear that he was tired, exhausted perhaps both mentally and physically. The last several hours had been a gambit of emotions. Oliver had not had the liberty of fighting in any real war before, and this was honestly his crews first taste, a trial by fire. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the back of the couch. “Computer begin duty log!” he said sullenly.
He had heard the beeps play out indicating the file has opened and begun its dutiful recording, but he hesitated, the words were not coming to him. He took a drink of his liquid courage swallowing and letting it burn all the way down. “How do you quantify a successful battle?” he asked gesturing to the windows across the room.
“What we did here today, can we truly say it was a success? I don’t feel successful. Maybe if I shared some heritage with a Klingon or Andorian my blood would burn with the thrill of combat. But not today, not when so many lives were lost. I should be happy and thrilled that we all came through this without a scratch, but again at great cost.” He shrugged.
He stops and takes another drink from the glass draining the remaining contents before dropping the glass next to the larger bottle still relatively full of the same amber liquid. “In the end we lost one hundred and forty ships, which is somewhere around oh…” he pulls himself to his feet and walked over to the windows leaning on the frame watching as debris floats by, metric tons of it. “Hell I can’t even quantify that loss of life. Were still figuring it out as we collect survivors. At least we have survivors.”
He took a moment to glance down at his uniform, it was covered in all manner of stains and fluids. “We’ve spent the last two hours beaming, towing, and prying people out of escape pods, and shuttles. Both Starfleet and True Federation alike.” He shakes his head. “Watching as security lead group after group into holding it was like watching someone lead a beaten dog back to its hole. It troubles me still to think of what is driving these people to support such a cause. Even in defeat this is much more than just shell shock, and loss. Its something else.” He frowns and turns and heads off to one of the internal doors, shedding his uniform jacket as he moves.
“I cannot say that I’m not concerned for the well being of Sully, Johnny, the Tempest, and her crew. They are heading from one major engagement into what is likely to be another. I hate that I had to send them, but we were left with little choice.” He settles down onto the toilet giving him a chance to unlace and pull off his boots.
“Computer turn on the privacy filter!” he said as he stood. The camera image zoomed in to frame only his face following him. He stripped out of the rest of his cloths and stepped into the sonic showing hitting the activation button. It immediately kicked on humming and thrumming to life.
“We have such a small force now protecting the station I can’t help but feel a little vulnerable.” He said as he leaned against the doors. “Its strange, we got so used to having a large force encircling the station and now we have a fraction of that. Not to say that the station isn’t well equipped to defend itself, it was just untested. And while we had a minor setback with the communications array being taken out it brings to life a shortcoming of the station, and the idea we might want to at least have a backup system for that.” He shrugged visibly, then turned his back to the camera. It stayed focused now on the back of his head.
“I received a report from Lieutenant Idaris, she and her team were able to successfully locate and bring to justice our saboteur which was also a relief. It could have been bad and yet another obstacle to overcome depending upon what they used in their efforts to sabotage or destroy one of our life support systems. Which would have put a considerable load on the rest of the system.” He turns back around, again leaning against the doors.
Going silent again, closing his eyes allowing the sonic forces to sooth his muscles and slowly knock all the grime he had picked up the last several hours working to help move people to triage centers, and corral survivors. “I didn’t sign up for this, but it is what is before me.” He shakes his head. “Victory attained by violence is tantamount to a defeat for it is momentary.” He stood in silence for a long moment his eyes closed.
The chime of the intercom caught Oliver’s attention. “Captain, you wanted me to let you know when the fleet should be arriving at Starbase G-6 in just a few moments.” Ensign Wythe’s voice called over the intercom.
Reaching out and around the edge of the wall to the button to activate his end of the transmission. “Thanks Ensign, I’ll be right there!” he said, and then closed the channel. He reached over and hit the stop button on the sonic shower. He snapped his finger. “End log!” he said as he stepped out and opened the small closet and started pulling out a fresh uniform. `

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Starbase Odyssey Interdepartmental Messaging System
SEND TO: All Departments
FROM: Captain Oliver A. Savage – Commanding Officer
SUBJECT: Shift Responsibilities

General Orders: Set condition Yellow on the station, Civilians are authorized to leave their safety areas but advised to be ready to return at a moments notice. Were not exactly out of the thick of it.
Executive Officer: Take great care in your aid of Starbase G-6, come back in one piece.
Tactical Officer Department: Assist Sully in his efforts at Starbase G-6.
Security Department: Remain at your stations and on duty rotation as if we were maintaining a red alert status.
Operations Department: Keep an eye out for any transmissions coming back from the Tempest and the fleet at G-6, as well as an eye on our early warning detection system in case we have more company coming.
Flight Operations: Continue rescue operations, once we are certain all have been saved start clearing debris from the area, set up a staging area for now that is outside our optimal engagement range. Last thing we need is more obstacles around the station to contend with as well as enemy vessels should more show.
Engineering Department: Be diligent in repairs to our supporting vessels, we need to get as many battle--ready as quickly as we can. The defense of the station may depend upon it. Triage the vessels and get them in and out as quick as you can but be mindful of safety.
Medical Department: I don’t think I have to state the obvious here. Use anyone you need to tend to our wounded. Civilians and Starfleet.
Science Department: Assist medial as much as possible, and start tagging items to be brought in and examined from the wreckage. Any intelligence gathering efforts we can make while working through this event would be outstanding.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Red Alert – In Transit to Starbase G-6 via Quantum Slipstream drive.

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Mission 76 – “Operation Seleyan Sun” - Part 7
Sim Date: May 19, 2018
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO/GD)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO) (LOA)
Ensign Melody Wythe - Operations Officer (OPS)

Open Positions
Unassigned - Chief of Flight Operations (FLT)
Unassigned – Engineering Officer (ENG)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Great sim last week, now we deal with the aftermath. We had a 48 hour Lapse, so a lot could have happened in that time. If you still have time to do a log, I would recommend it if you have time. I believe the tempest should be arriving or already arrived so welcome back to our people.
Exciting news that we will have Vanessa with us for a few sims!

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ST:AB Stardate: 11819.05
Location: Odyssey Station, Operations, Office of Captain Oliver Savage.

Oliver laid on the couch staring across the room at the data that was scrolling by on the screen, it was unlike anything he ever had experienced, all those dead or missing. So much death and destruction, it felt like a dream. But it wasn’t. “Computer begin duty log!” he said shifting his position and staring up at the ceiling of his office now.
He waited as the computer ran through its usual series of beeps, “Captain’s Log, Stardate 11819.05, supplemental. We received word back from the Tempest, our backup was late to the party unfortunately and we lost Starbase G-6. Countless lives were lost in the conflagration that consumed the station, but we did manage to save lives. It was certainly a blow that will be deeply felt, as we speak the fleet that left to respond is on its way back to Odyssey with their crews and refugees of G-6.” He shook his head. “ he went quiet for a long moment as he rubbed at his temples, there was a bit of pain he felt behind his eye’s. Maybe too many hours reading battle and intelligence reports. He swung his legs over the edge of the couch and pulled himself to his feet.
“Starfleet is already starting to shuffle ships around to fill the gaps, and render aid were they can. We may end up looking at this as a success, but as I mentioned before it feels bitter sweet.” He stopped in front of the replicator. “Water, cold.” He said simply and waited while it shimmered into being.
“We’ve been running everyone ragged as we’ve been trying to triage, and help the wounded, and repair the ships in our charge. Its not an easy task. The crew has done an outstanding job in our first major engagement. I want to make sure that is on record, even through we did not sustain much damage our response was well performed.” He slowly turned taking a drink of the chilled water and strolled over to the windows stopping now silhouetted by the backdrop of space. Both Civilian and Starfleet Vessels darted past as they tractored debris to staging grounds. “Where do we go from here. I have a feeling our trip to Valt is going to end up being postponed for obvious reasons, but we will have to see what the Admiral has to say once he has the time to consult with us on what our next thing is, if there is one for us. I suspect we should be seeing overflow from the other assaults that left from here coming back our way to effect repairs.” He shrugged and took another drink the glass dangling from his fingers, his other hand rubbing at his temple.
“When we have the time, I want to go back over our battle plans, responses, and see what we can do better. I feel like we underused the station, maybe its time I started taking a hard look at some of the Starfleet Engagements during the last several wars now that I’m mostly caught up with intelligence reports and other more important things. Maybe the failing here was me? Was I honestly well prepared for this? There is one thing to fall back on training and then there is instinct. I felt stiff and like a fourth-year cadet stumbling in the dark trying to find his way.” He shrugged again, then moved over to his chair behind his desk dropping into the chair a bit harder than he expected, it sloshed water over his hand and onto the floor.
He blinked a few times and shook his head. “What the hell…” he set the glass on the table and took a deep breath. He took a quick look at the chronometer and noted how late it had gotten. He stood slowly and moved back over to the replicator. “Ham and Swiss Croissant heated please.” He said and waited for the thing to shimmer into being. It had dawned on him he had not eaten in a while, probably too long. He settled back behind his desk with his sandwich, he took a couple of bites before continuing.
“I feel for the civilian populace more than anything, having spent several hours in safe zones. They are not made for creature comforts, but they are reinforced to help keep them safe during emergencies. They did good and cooperated very well with our staff, we suffered no casualties, and very few injuries. Thank goodness for small favors. I’ll be looking to my staff to decide how we should best prepare for a future assault if it should come. But that will have to wait until were settled from this one. End log!” he said, leaning back in his chair with his sandwich.

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

General Orders: Secure the Station, Maintain Condition Yellow throughout the fleet. I’m certain our work is not done yet so let’s keep everyone sharp.
Executive Officer: Let’s debrief when you can about your trip to Starbase G-6
Tactical Officer Department: Please keep an eye on the sensor grid, and early warning. Were in a vulnerable state and we likely will have incoming wounded and damaged vessels we should try and keep all departments ready.
Security Department: Maintain Security Alert, a standing watch is to be kept at all major systems.
Operations Department: Continue to work with the various ships in the area and engineering to coordinate repairs, as well as keeping an eye on our salvage crews.
Flight Operations: Continue with Salvage Operations, lets recycle everything we can we may need the materials. I want anything large moved away to a staging area to be broken down later. Keep an eye out for anything out of the Ordinary.
Engineering Department: Keep an eye on your crews, were clearly going to be burning the candle at both ends to make everyone Operational again as quickly as we can work out a rotation. Pull in any un-injured, Survivors, or crews from ships to help speed up repairs as much as possible.
Medical Department: Keep a watch on each other, these long hours are going to likely take their toll, get people rotated as needed. Use anyone with medical experience as needed. Be vigilant with any True Federation, treat them well despite how you might feel about them. They may have lease to treat people terribly, we do not. Its not how we do things!
Science Department: Assist Medical with Triage and anything else they may need. Please run scans of debris, especially any large debris that still has oxygen or somehow still circulating life support. Want to make sure we don’t miss any survivors.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert
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Location: Starbase Odyssey, Commercial District, Faith’s Curiosities & Imports


Oliver stood in the lift, he could feel the anticipation rising, that sort of nervousness that gave one pause when they were about to do something either really smart or very stupid. He leaned back against the lift, he had been putting this very counter off and he wasn’t sure it was necessary. But after Elianna told him about whom she has met days ago in what should have seemed a by chance encounter, her last comment to Elianna struck a cord, and Oliver immediately knew who she was. The lift began to slow and his heart began to race, he was trying to keep his anger in check but it was getting harder the closer he got to the commercial district of the station.

He stepped out onto the main floor and continued on at a steady pace passing through the civilian populace and starfleet members helping to return everyone back to their normal routine, or what seemed to pass for normal on the station. It dawned on Oliver that they had not been on the station really long enough to figure out what was the norm. He shrugged off the thought and continued on his way coming to a stop, staring at the sign hanging over the shop he was looking for. Faith’s Curiosities & Imports. Oliver frowned deeply and took a deep breath before closing the distance stopping only a moment to peer into the window.

Oliver pushed through the doors, he could feel the heat of his cheeks burning with anger, despite all his attempts to keep his calm this was not something he could stand for, he was already on edge because of their recent scrape with the True Federation. But he couldn’t let this stand, not on his station. He was also conflicted because she had technically done nothing to indicate that she meant any of them any ill will. He scanned the large shop and took not of a few customers that were lingering about looking at some of the wares that graced the sparsely supplied shelves. Seeing that it was clear he was not happy and everyone knew who he was, they quickly exited the shop.

He stood only a few feet into the shop staring at Faith from across the room she had turned and nodded his direction. “Welcome Captain, feel free to have a look around.” she said and turned back to unpacking some inventory.

“What are you doing here?” he asked sharply.

She didn’t even flinch. “Business of course.” she said turning around, holding a very ornate looking bottle of dark green liquid. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.

“No.” he said sharply again. “What are you really doing here? Who are you working for?” he asked again, his patience was clearly ebbing towards anger.

“This is a bottle of 2310 Slug-o-cola, there are only about two hundred or so bottles left in the entire galaxy, it was a great find, and an equally better import.” she said setting it on a display case. “I assure you, I’m here to run my business. Nothing more.” she started across the room towards him, folding her hands in front of her clearly a sign that she meant no ill will.

He shook his head, “You spy on me, show up at my home back in Oregon, and now here. You expect me to believe that you have no ulterior motive?”

She slowly extended a hand. “I was curious.” she said. “I’m Elizabeth Raynsford, but you can call me Faith. Its my middle name, I just like it better!”

He stared down at her hand, then back up at her face. He suddenly felt conflicted, she seemed sincere but he was still having a hard time believing her, he had come to know his gut instincts well and it was telling him that she was not being entirely truthful. He opened his mouth, but the words he intended wouldn’t come out. “Oliver.” he said.

“I know, but it is nice to finally meet you I suppose officially anyhow.” she shrugged lowering her hand.

He stared at the space her hand had occupied, then back up to her. He was conflicted to say the least. Since the had returned to the living they had been presented with some impossible things to get used to, and for all intents and purposes she had come off to him as a True Federation Sympathizer at best, maybe even an agent. But to blatantly walk onto his station, posing a clear and present danger to his people he was having a real hard time with his feelings. Part of him wanted to trust her, but he couldn’t help but be suspicious. “I…”

“I know. Hard to trust someone in the world we live in today, but sometimes you kind of have to give people the benefit of the doubt. How about we start from here, I think you’ll find I’m harmless.” she offered a smile and slowly turned and stepped over to an unopened box and began opening it.

“I don’t like surprises.” he said flatly. “Especially when you could be a spy.” he said throwing his cards down on the table.

She stopped for a moment, he could see the tug of anger at the corner of her mouth as she started to turn and say something but then stopped. “I suppose you’ll just have to find out then.” she went back to unpacking the box.

“Of all the places to open a shop, you choose my station. In the middle of a war zone!” he said starting to slowly walk around looking at the few things that were on display. “Some would say that says volumes.”

“Maybe you made an impression on me?” She asked as she continued unpacking, a slight grin appearing on her lips. “I had other options, and honestly it is a risk but being here is a potentially profitable venture. People need things, I get those things, money is made. It’s really simple.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the logic of her words quelled what had come to mind. “Okay, let's say for a moment that I believed you, which honestly I do not. I’ll leave you with a warning.” he said turning back towards the doors. “You hurt my people you will answer to me.” He said turning back at the door. “There is nothing, and no one that will stop me from finding you and making you pay!”

“Brutally honest, very definitive. I can respect a man who protects his family.” she said turning and offering a smile. “Don’t worry Captain, I won't be any trouble for you and your people.” she turned and continued unpacking.
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