U.S.S. Tempest - Crew Logs

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“For now were in route to our destination for a prisoner transfer, the days ahead are going to be most interesting to say the least. I will be calling a staff meeting soon to go over the details of our new mission soon. End Log”
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Mission 37 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 2
Sim Date: April 15, 2017
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 11:00:00
Stardate: 73973.92 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.15


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

Notable NPC’s Used:


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



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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We are continuing on our course for Starbase 313, working on researching our new adversary, finalizing what little repairs were needed after our confrontation and hopefully staying under the Radar. End Log.”
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Mission 38 – “Prisoner Transfer” – Part 3
Sim Date: April 29, 2017
IC Date: December 23, 2396 Time: 11:32:14
Star Trek Stardate: 73976.72 ST:AB Stardate: 11704.29


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

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


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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

“You would think Starfleet might have come to that conclusion though by now if they were doing that. Maybe not.” He sits for a long moment pondering this. “It’s something though…” he stands and heads for the door to his ready room. “Computer locate Doctor Kestran!” he said as he disappears out the door to his ready room. The door abruptly open again. “Computer end log!” he says then disappears out the door again. It may be nothing but anything is something to explain a thing that had been gnawing at him. It was not in the nature of Starfleet officers to take their own lives so easily. Maybe he was grasping at straws, but it might be something.
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Personal Log Entry
IC Date: December 22, 2396 Time: 23:27:31
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 12, Gymnasium



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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got a letter from my sister a couple of hours ago, to be honest I have not opened it just yet. I’m a little afraid of what it might say. She’s made it clear she want’s nothing to do with me for the time being. It could be worse, I don’t know. I suppose it’s a step in the right direction. I intend on reading it soon, but I’m not sure what I’m going to find. End Personal log!” he says as he finishes his set again, and lays there resting.
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Mission 39 – “Mental Layover” – Part 1
Sim Date: May 6, 2017
IC Date: December 23, 2396` Time: 14:19:27
Star Trek Stardate: 73977.04 ST:AB Stardate: 11705.06


OOC & Pre Sim Information:

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

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


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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

Picking up his bag he pushed off the couch, dimmed the lights to his quarters and disappeared from sight down the corridor.
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Mission 40 “Odyssey” – Part 1
Sim Date: May 13, 2017


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

Notable NPC’s Used:
Admiral Walker


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

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

Sully will be returning next week from his hiatus.

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


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

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



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

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

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

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

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


December 24, 2396
Mother,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your son,
Oliver Alexander Savage

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Notable NPC’s Used:



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


Mission Briefing:

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You were dead!" She said flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You were dead!" She said flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did."

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

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

"But?"

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

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

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

"If anything that should mean something."

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

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

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

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

"My mother!" He said again without hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in!” a familiar voice called.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I’m fine but thank you.”

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

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

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

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

“For over twenty years?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes.”

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

“It’s complicated.” He said.

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

He nodded. “Partially yes. Partially duty.”

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

He nodded. “So I’ve been told.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Good I’m glad.” He said.

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t know?” she asked him.

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

“You should talk to Gabby soon!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He frowned. “I know.”

“No you don’t!” she said sharply.

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know yet.”

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

“You’re not going to!” he said.

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

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

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

He nodded. “As often as I can.”

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

“I will. Love you mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyebrow rose, “What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ollie?” she asked.

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

“When did you get back?” she asked.

“A few months ago.”

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

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

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

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

“Not to be!” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Is she alright?” he asked concerned.

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

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

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

“I will try and get back when I can.”

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

He shook his head. “No, but I will be. Thank you for the visit doctor.” He said stepping into the lift. She stopped taking the hint and letting the doors close to leave him alone in the lift. “Ground level!” he said.
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IC Date: February 8, 2379 Time: 09:00:00
Star Trek Stardate: 74105.13
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, California, Starfleet Command



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotcha, what time?”

“Sixteen Hundred.” Admiral Glenn said. “See you then.”
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IC Date: February 13, 2379 Time: 11:01:21
Star Trek Stardate: 74119.06
Location: Sol, Earth, North America, Oregon, Rogue River Valley

Oliver ran through the trees, following an old path. One he had run so many times in his youth, he still ran in the holodeck but it was not the same as it was to run for real. The river was so much more natural than here than it was on the holodeck. The air felt cold against his bare skin but it felt good, invigorating.
He could hear the wind whipping through the trees above as he continued to run down the trail. He barely noted the sound of a second set of footfalls until they were right next to him. He hazard a glance at the sudden appearance of the new comer. Though it was a surprise to see anyone on this particular trail, he figured it was not exactly hidden either. He slowed as she sped on passing him with a coy smile.
He slowed his stride watching her disappear around the bend in the distance, and then came to a stop before going around the bend himself. His curiosity was certainly piqued at the appearance of this person on his trail. Slowly jogging in place, he made his way around the bend into a familiar clearing. It was overgrown but familiar; the woods had pushed nearly all the way to the small cove. He settled down onto a large moss covered rock pulling his shoes off when a head bobbed to the surface of the cover, draped with dirty blonde hair.
“Hello.” She said, her voice was familiar but he could not place it.
“Hello yourself.” He said as he took off his shoes, then he leaned back on the rock. “Not used to seeing other people on this trail.”
“That’s because you’ve not been here in a long time. Someone had to take care of your trail for you.” She said as she tread water.
“True enough. I have been gone for ages. Couple of decades really so I suppose it’s great that someone is looking after my trail.” He leaned back onto the rock, looking up at the sky through the trees. “It’s grown a bit.”
“Yeah, that kind of happens if trails are not run. Mother nature tends to take things back.” She said, now floating on her back.
“What turned you on to this place?” he asked.
“Well I was asked to look into a specific Captain in Starfleet by some influential people.” She said. “I looked a bit deeper than most I suppose. You had a few school mates that you used to run with that told me about this place. I took a long time to find it, and then it was just some place I had to go. I found I enjoyed it and seen what you obviously see in it.”
He smiled, “Aw, and who do you work for? FNN?” he asked.
“Not exactly. Does it matter?” she asked.
He nodded. “I see. So is this a recruitment or an Interview?”
“Bit of both really.” She said.
He could not help but laugh aloud; it was a deep belly laugh.
She could not help but smile. “What’s so funny?”
“Irony of the situation I suppose.” He pointed up to the sky. “That cloud looks like a Starbase.”
She looked up, and shielded her eyes with a hand. “Indeed, it does.” She glanced back down and gave him a quizzical look.
He pointed off to another cloud. “That one looks like a Klingon’s ridges.”
She looked up again, and chuckled. “Yes, it does. Do you do this all the time?”
“What you’ve never taken a breath and just looked up to the sky and let your imagination take hold?” he said.
“No, cannot say I ever have.”
He regarded her for a long moment and frowned. “You missed out!” he said, and then stood, and stripped off his shirt and slowly waded into the cool water. “Used to love just sitting here or floating in this little cove and looking up at the sky as a kid and just imagining what was out there.”
“Now you don’t have to do that, you get to live it.” She said.
He kept his distance not entirely trusting her. “Indeed. The life of a Starfleet Officer!”
“Do you regret it?”
He shook his head, as he slowly swam out to the rocks near the falls. “Not one bit.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He chuckled. “I know, given everything that’s happened lately and while we were gone but fate has delivered us back so here we are. I can hate the path I’ve taken or the one that was set before me, or I can roll with the punches. Safe is most certainly what we try to be out there in space, but it does not always go that way. The danger is part of the job.”
She swam to the edge. “You sure you’ve chosen the right path?” Slowly she climbed out, water dripping off her cloth’s. “I mean you’ve got so many options now, why stay with the losing one?”
“You think we’re losing eh?” he asked. “Were not losing, Starfleet and the Federation have endured so many things. So many wars, and loss of life and yet here we are. Things are fractured sure, but I wouldn’t say we’ve lost.”
“Well said.” She frowned. “Sounds like propaganda though when you say it like that.”
“Maybe a little.” He pondered that for a moment. “One thing I know for certain, I’m on the right path. It’s not a path for everyone but it is mine.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asked as she picked up her gear from behind another rock.
“Faith!” he said simply.
“Faith?” she asked an eyebrow rising at his comment.
He nodded. “I have faith. And that’s enough for me!”
“Interesting. Well, it was nice meeting you Oliver. Thanks for company, enjoy the rest of your stay.” She said and started jogging in place a moment before taking off down a trail.
He watched her go, he couldn’t help but think that he’d seen her before and he had a nagging feeling that he would see her again. Oliver never did believe in coincidence, everything happened for a reason. And for whatever reason someone thought it would be interesting to put this in his path. But to what end. He laid back on the flat rock and looked up at the sky and the clouds passing by overhead.
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IC Date: February 22, 2379 Time: 22:41:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74145.05
Location: USS Guaviare NCC-74607 (Danube Class Runabout)

Oliver sat in the back lounge of the Runabout, his feet up on a stool, and a padd in hand. “Computer begin personal log!” he said, laying the padd across his stomach. He waited until the computer went through its usual customary beeps signaling the file had been accessed and was recording.
“Personal Log, Stardate 74145.05. It was a good visit home. I got plenty done around the place, and caught up on life around my old homestead. I am happy to say with the help of a local landscaping professional and a small monthly stipend the homestead will continue to look well groomed.” He shifted his weight dropping his feet to the floor to sit leaning forward.
“I’m happy to say that my time spent with my mother and sister did more help than it did bad, which I’m ecstatic about. Though I think, my sister is not very happy about it. I got a slight nasty gram from her shortly after my last visit. Though she seemed relieved, I think she was jealous that I was able to bring both of them back around for the positive. I think time will heal as they say.”
“Vacation was too short!” he said frowning. “But it was nice to get away for a while, both for the long journey and to be home.” Leaning back on the couch again he paused smiling.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, ad many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s life!” he said setting the padd on the table.
“Mark Twain was a wise man beyond his years. I would like to think that things have changed as far as travel is concerned; it is far easier to become well-traveled now that it was in his time. Then again Humanity has changed considerably since then.” He smiles, chuckling. “Well-Traveled today means something completely different.”
“But home I go, a lazy course back. Things have apparently gone well in my absence as I’ve not received word of any specific kind of accident befalling the station or the Tempest, but the day is still young. It is always good to know you can take a step back and things will run themselves in your stead. With some more experience under his belt, Sully will not doubt see his own command, just a matter of weeding out the attitude and ego, which I think recent events have helped. It’s also helped show a different side of him whether he intended it or not.”
“Things are too quiet! That is the one thing I can say that worries me, as you know when it’s quiet like this the other shoe is about to drop. Grants things are happening out there but no here and not with the True Federation. However, I think everyone knows it is only a matter of time before we see more activity from them.”
“I’m not so much worried about the Station as I am for the Tempest, while our software upgrades are happening quickly thanks to our engineering staff it’s the hardware that I’m most concerned with. She is still sporting new tech, but twenty plus years ago tech. Taking her offline to do those upgrades will be interesting, and leave us in a vulnerable spot. Hopefully we can plan those well enough that it will be seamless.”
“I’m talking shop, now you know I’ve been away for too long. My logs are overlapping again. Couple of Days and we will be back to Odyssey. End Log!’
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Mission 45 - “The coming storm” - Prelude
Sim Date: July 22, 2017
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Attendance:
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
CJ – Game Director (GD)

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

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

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

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

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aNAV_Vory – Flight Operations
Ali Tahir – Starfleet Intelligence
CEO_Nazira – NPC Chief Engineer
TO_Sakic – Tactical Officer?
ENG_Harris – Engineering Officer

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





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

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

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

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

Starbase Odyssey Status
Alert Status: Green
No Damage
No Casualties
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Stardate 11709.09

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Something wrong Emily?"

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

"Huh. Yes."

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

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

"You think there was cardiac damage?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The comm cut and Elianna leaned back in her chair, looking out at the biobed where Schulz was laying. She was almost done dealing with the Vonnegut and she honestly couldn't wait.
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Mission 47 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 2
Sim Date: August 5, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Lieutenant Naomi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Tahir – Starfleet Security
Torin – USS Tempest Operations Department


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
I do apologize but the likely hood his high that I will not make tonight’s sim so that puts our ever-entertaining XO in the hot seat. Good luck Sully!

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 08:41:29
Star Trek Stardate: 74170.85 ST:AB Stardate: 11708.05
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1842-A, Deck 1, Bridge

Bathed in the crimson lights of the bridges red alert status Oliver sat back in his chair watching the viewscreen intently. “Captain’s Duty Log, Stardate 74170.85 supplemental. I must be brief but wanted to update our current status in the log in case of the worst.” He shifts uneasy in his chair.
“I had a brief meeting with our Starfleet Intelligence officer he and our Security Chief Idaris are going to beam to the surface to see about getting a hold of some system traffic records. I have given them the go ahead to go planet and take care of this task. In the meantime, we have our own problem at the moment.” He said glancing back behind him briefly at Johnny.
“We’ve got an intruder in the system; oddly it’s got a Starfleet or at least a Federation signature which is peculiar. Our orders said nothing about something like this happening. Therefore, it has us on edge. Sensors have not been able to give us much yet but it is getting close, it moved quickly from beyond the Briar patch to just five hundred thousand Kilometers from Ba’ku. Were currently closing with the object to investigate further.”
“We’ve informed the diplomatic party that we’ve broken orbit to investigate this sensor probe, we will report in our findings once we know more. End log!” he said giving his full attention back to the viewscreen and the stars moving past and the pinpoint that was likely the probe and her engines in the distance.

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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: Investigate the probe with all due caution, determine what its purpose is.
Executive Officer: You have the bridge in my absence. Good luck!
Tactical Officer Department: Analyze that probe; get as much information as you can on it.
Security Department: Continue with your mission as previously mentioned, you are free to utilize a shuttle, as it might be safer than a transporter at this time.
Operations Department: Assist Tactical with Probe Analysis.
Flight Operations: Continue on course to intercept that probe.
Engineering Department: Stand ready to assist Tactical with an analysis of the probe.
Medical Department: As with any situation stand ready for casualties, let us hope it does not come to that.
Science Department: Continue previous mission as indicated with the planetary survey.

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Alert Status: Red Alert – On an Intercept Course with the Probe. Current Speed is Half Impulse due to issues with the Briar Patch we have to keep to impulse to avoid damage to our Manifolds.

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Mission – 48 “The Coming Storm” - Part 3
Sim Date: August 12, 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 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:
SFI_Tahir – Starfleet Security
Lieutenant Reed – NPC USS Tempest – Medical Division
Denorah – Ba’ku Space Traffic Control
Het – Ba’ku Space Traffic Control – Lead?
Captain Harris – USS Vonnegut (Defiant Class)


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Sorry I was not able to make it to last week’s sim, glad you guys were able to make some progress, thank you for taking over the mission DH, most appreciated. I enjoyed the log I got a good couple of laughs out of it. Hot pants…really? Something makes me think I’m going to have to start creating special regulations for things…

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 10:19:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.04 ST:AB Stardate: 11708.12
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1842-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver passes through the open doors to his ready room, pausing briefly to take stock of what is happening on the bridge currently. Moving around the horseshoe quickly he settles into his chair. “Sully, what’s the situation?” he asks.
“Cap, met up with the Vonnegut, they’ve got pretty serious damage to their port Nacelle. We’re sending over an Engineering team, and working on beaming their wounded aboard for the doctor to treat.” He said gesturing to the screen. “We’ve detected a Tricobalt signature from the damage.”
An eyebrow rose as he made his last comment. “So either Starfleet or Tholian’s.” he said.
“My money is on the TF!” Sully said, and Johnny grunted in agreement from behind.
“Did you get an account from Captain Harris?” Oliver asked.
“Nope!” Sully said.
Oliver nodded. “We will have to see about that…” he said and looked down at the console on the arm of his chair, he hit a button. “Computer Begin Captains duty Log!” he said and waited for the customary beeps.
“Captain’s log Stardate 74171.04, Supplemental! We’ve rendezvoused with the USS Vonnegut who has appeared to have taken damage from a Tricobalt device to their Port Warp Nacelle and left adrift just outside the Briar patch. We do not know much currently about the full story behind what happened with the Vonnegut but we will get to the bottom of this. At this time, Sully has put together a damage control team to assist with repairs to the Vonnegut and take care of their wounded. This does not leave me with high confidence that our situation will stay quiet, as I have high doubts this is a Tholian incursion.” He pauses staring at the viewscreen and the vessel floating in the distance.
“I have a bad feeling about this…” he said under his breath.
“Starfleet sent a warning ahead as more movement within the TF has been recorded. It is not necessarily in our AO but we should be on our toes certainly. We will see what comes of our meeting with the Vonnegut. 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: Keep on our toes, we are out of position having responded to the Vonnegut and by the looks of things someone could be lurking out there waiting for the right moment.
Executive Officer: Keep doing what you do. And put some pants on…
Tactical Officer Department: Maintain your vigilance; someone could be lurking out there… In the pea soup that is the Briar Patch, an ambush could very well be lying in wait.
Security Department: Continue on your mission in assisting our Starfleet Intelligence officer.
Operations Department: Keep your eyes peeled…
Flight Operations: Hold our position currently, keep your eyes peeled.
Engineering Department: We need to get the Vonnegut up and running enough that she can move on her own power if needed, until then she’s essentially a liability.
Medical Department: Wounded should be with you shortly from the Vonnegut!
Science Department: Continue with your Planetary Survey, or assist in trying to find better ways to detect vessels within the Briar Patch this may aid in our response to any potential threats that might be lurking in the patch.

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USS Tempest Status
Alert Status: Yellow Alert – Stations Keeping near the USS Vonnegut.

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Mission – 49 “The Coming Storm” - Part 4
Sim Date: August 19, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)

Notable NPC’s Used:
SFI_Tahir – Starfleet Security
Lieutenant Reed – NPC USS Tempest – Medical Division
Captain Harris – USS Vonnegut (Defiant Class)

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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Not much to report here this time. Time laps at the end of the last sim was to be 1 hour, in that time we were to have gotten the USS Vonnegut towed back to Ba’ku and put into a stable orbit.

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 11:31:01
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.17 ST:AB Stardate: 11708.19
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room
Oliver sits behind his desk, his feet up on the edge of the desk with some soft instrumental music playing in the background, a half-eaten sandwich sitting on the edge of the desk. He appears to be reading over some information on a PADD. He sets it down pondering the information contained within, it was an analysis of the explosive material used against the Vonnegut done by Corky’s department and in his usual fashion it was rather detailed.
“Captains Log Stardate 74171.17, Supplemental. So far our mission has proceeded without too much of a hitch. Aside from the appearance of the USS Vonnegut in her damaged state everything has thus far been smooth. I have a feeling that Command has the Vonnegut and her Captain keeping tabs on us. It’s unusual to run into the same ship in the same area of operation as often as we have with the Vonnegut. I’m by no means complaining, but it just means that command may not yet still have full confidence in us.” He sets his feet on the ground and takes a bite from his sandwich.
“I cannot say that it has not sparked that…” he stops pondering the right word. Paranoia might not be the right word but it seemed to fit in his mind. “Paranoia bug, or perhaps conspiracy bug in both Johnny and Sully but I don’t think that will ever be any different when it comes to those two. Though they have refrained from the ‘shoot first, ask questions later attitude’ which shows some growth and maturity on their part.” He nodded to himself while taking a drink.
“We are going to check in with our diplomats and recover our Intelligence officer and security chief and then we have a decision to make in regards to checking out this mine or staying with our diplomatic envoy. We’ve not heard back from the fleet on if we should wait to investigate or not. But I have some heavy concerns that the TF may be trying to mine in the Briar Patch and that would be an issue. I’m going to consult Sully and see what his advice might be and then decide. End log!”

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

General Orders: We are back in orbit of Ba’ku, we need to establish contact with our Security Chief and Intel Officer and retrieve them if they have managed to complete their mission. We need to check on the status of our diplomatic Envoy and decide what it is were going to do.
Executive Officer: Need to chat with you, if you could see me in the Ready Room that would be most appreciated.
Tactical Officer Department: Keep a close eye out for any out of the ordinary things in the area. Need to stay vigilant. Hopefully we will hear from Starfleet about Mine situation.
Security Department: Continue to assist the Intelligence officer.
Operations Department: Keep an eye on the local area for traffic and any anomalous readings.
Flight Operations: Maintain orbit in proximity with the Vonnegut and the Diplomatic ship.
Engineering Department: Do what you do!
Medical Department: Tend to the wounded from the Vonnegut.
Science Department: Continue your Planetary Analysis.

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

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Mission – 50 “The Coming Storm” - Part 5
Sim Date: August 26, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
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:
SFI_Tahir – Starfleet Security


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
Sorry folks, going to be out in the woods again doing that camping thing. I will not be at tonight’s sim. I do hope you all have a safe and fun holiday weekend.
Big 50! We hit 50 Sessions! Congrats to all, and thank you for making this happen!

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 12:45:37
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.31 ST:AB Stardate: 11708.26
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A
Oliver sat leaned back on the couch in the Tempest ready room having just finished lunch. He seemed lost in thought, his mind having wandered back to his family for a moment. He shook away the thoughts and came back to the here and now. “Computer begin duty log!” he said.
The computer made its usual conformational beeps signaling it was ready.
“Captain’s log, Stardate 74171.31 Supplemental. The Tempest is currently in orbit of Ba’ku assisting in the repair efforts that are underway aboard the USS Vonnegut. The doctor has advised me that the wounded are being well cared for and are recovering well. Were still waiting to hear back from Starfleet on what direction to take our mission.” He shifted in the chair, leaning forward.
He seemed to considering something in his head. “Johnny is continuing the investigate into the mine strike on the Vonnegut, he’s enlisted the help of the Corky to further investigate. While our Intelligence officer Mr. Tahir has helped alleviate the situation by letting us know that Captain Harris is on special projects with Admiral Walker and in by no means is with the TF so that at least gives me a little confidence.” He slowly stood, collecting his plate and glass and heading towards the replicator.
“I feel like were a bit too paranoid but I think it also may serve to keep us alive in this uncertain world were in. It is kind of like waking up from a nightmare only to find you are in another.”
“I spoke to Lieutenant Idaris and Mr. Tahir about their mission down on the planet. It appears they were successful in locating the information they intended on, and now the mission seems to be expanding. They did find one oddity in that the USS Neroda, another Starfleet vessel was present in the area previously. Lieutenant Idaris is intending on continuing to look into the presence of the vessel while Mr. Tahir will be going forward with some light interrogation.”
He deposits the plate and glass into the replicator and hits the button and watches them shimmer out of existence. “I have a decision to make. Expand on our orders, or keep to the letter. Puts me in a rock and a hard place. While I do not want to rock the boat per-sey I feel like this mine could is not be a coincidence. Being that the Ba’ku have not joined the effort and they are in continued talks with Starfleet it may be an attempt to keep them isolated.” He crosses the room and drops back onto the couch again.
“On the other hand we shouldn’t leave our Diplomatic envoy vulnerable. Nothing is ever easy.” He said with a chuckle. “For now I think we will stay on station at least until the Vonnegut is in better shape. Then we can leave our Diplomatic Envoy with some protection.” He smiled. “Guess I’ve already made my decision.” He shrugged.
“End log!” he said crossing the room heading for the bridge.


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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: Remain in Orbit until repairs to the Vonnegut have been completed. Protect the two vessels in orbit and keep the Area of Operations safe.
Executive Officer: Keep our Diplomat’s safe, protect the Vonnegut, Support our Intelligence team, and keep the crew on mission.
Tactical Officer Department: Continue your investigation, the more information we can gather about that mine, the damage done we should be able to figure out where this mine came from.
Security Department: Continue to assist our Starfleet Intelligence officer in his mission. Investigate the Neroda and her crew.
Operations Department:
Flight Operations: Maintain Orbit with Vonnegut and our Diplomatic vessel.
Engineering Department:
Medical Department: Continue your care for injured from the Vonnegut.
Science Department: Continue your Planetary Survey, and assist Johnny in his Investigation.

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Alert Status: Green – In Orbit of Ba’ku.


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

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Mission 51 “The Coming Storm” - Part 6
Sim Date: September 9, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Lieutenant Reed – USS Tempest Medical Officer
Tahir – Starfleet Intelligence
Captain Harris – USS Vonnegut


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
We have passed a good mark, our 50th Sim. Congrats to all. Thank you for getting us here, and here is to 50 more!
There is a good chance I will not make tonight’s SIM. I must apologize, should be the last time I miss it for a while.

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 13:50:10
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.44 ST:AB Stardate: 11709.09
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver sat behind his desk and a mountain of PADD’s, he had been hard pressed to keep up with reports of late, so he had just taken to organizing and stacking them on his desk for the time being and reading through them as time presented itself. Standing he moved over to the head, taking a moment to splash some cool water on his face. It had been a trying day. He stared into the mirror for a long moment running a hand through his hair. “Time for a change.” He said opening the cabinet and pulling out a hair trimmer. He began to shave his head running the trimmer over his the top of his head, his hair was already short but it was coming off in sheets into the sink. “Computer begin duty log recording!”
He waited as the computer went through its usual beeps indicating that the logs accessed.
“Captains Log Stardate 74171.44, Supplemental. Our mission at Ba’ku continues, we continue our mission guarding our diplomatic envoy and as I understand it, things are still progressing. It is honestly nice to see the diplomatic processes still holds weight in the Federation, even when it may fail. Which brings me to my next conclusion. The Ba’ku have a long history of staying in their own little slice of space avoiding the worlds around them. They shunned part of their people when they decided to go a different route for several decades.” He pauses running a hand over his head.
“If it wasn’t for the incursion with the Enterprise the Ba’ku and Son’a probably would still be at odds. It is good that they were able to see what the universe around them has become, but they still stayed in isolation. With the way the last couple of decades have gone maybe it was a good thing.” He said as he continued running the trimmer over his head.
“I have a feeling that the Ba’ku will stay in essential isolation, might be willing to increase trade and offer very low level non-confrontation aid, but maybe they will surprise everyone and actually join the Federation and the Galactic community. But to be honest I don’t think they will.” He ran his hand over his head again, nodding to himself then he proceeded to use it on his cheeks and chin.
“To be honest I feel a little bad as I put Captain Harris in a bad spot, and I think I might have bruised our relationship. Once again, I let our paranoid nature and lack of trust get the better of us sending Johnny and Corky over to continue the investigation of the mine that struck the Vonnegut. Though it did not go as I intended, it may have worked in a way I did not expect. Captain Harris while annoyed and lacking sleep was more understanding than I would have expected and he was polite in pointing out that we do need to learn to trust someone. I am confident now in that exchange that he is someone that I can trust or at least try.” He said examining his face. He continued to run the device over his cheeks, taking care to leave the darkening mustache and the hair on his chin below his lip.
He set the device down, splashed water on his face once again, and took a long hard look in the mirror, his freshly shaved head, and face. “That’s better.” He stepped over to the replicator. “Bed and Breakfast Tea, hot, with honey and lemon in a thirty-two ounce travel mug.” He said and waited for the request to shimmer into being.
“I’m a little concerned about my Science officer; he did not take the trip over to the Vonnegut well judging by the response he gave upon return. Not to mention I am pretty certain he might have punched Mr. Cleveland upon return for roping him into that mission.” He paused to take a drink from his mug. “I think that Sully and Johnny’s actions may be spilling over into the crew. I am hoping that this is not going to continue to be a thing. You can already see that Sully and Johnny are making progress in their working relationship. I’m going to let Mr. Corcoran work this out himself for the time being, if it becomes more of an issue I may speak to Councilor Trost about him to see if she can meet with him and see if she can work things out.”
“For now we have a mission to continue, I’m still waiting to hear back from Starfleet Regarding the mine incident and how they would like to proceed with investigating this. So far, everything has been quiet. Let us hope it stays this way. 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: Continue to protect the Diplomatic Envoy, and repairs to the Vonnegut.
Executive Officer: See General Orders.
Tactical Officer Department: Continue to monitor our area for any activity suspicious or otherwise.
Security Department: Continue with your investigation, and assist our Starfleet Intelligence officer as needed.
Operations Department:
Flight Operations: Maintain Standard Orbit with our other vessels
Engineering Department: Continue to assist the Vonnegut with repairs, continue with system upgrades.
Medical Department: Continue assisting the Vonnegut with their Medical Needs.
Science Department: Continue with your Planetary Survey; feel free to conduct scientific studies on the Briar Patch itself.

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Alert Status: Green – Standard Orbit of Ba’ku


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Mission 51 “The Coming Storm” - Part 6
Sim Date: September 9, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cameron Corcoran – Science Officer (CSO)

Notable NPC’s Used:
Lieutenant Reed – USS Tempest Medical Officer
Tahir – Starfleet Intelligence
Captain Harris – USS Vonnegut


================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================
OOC & Pre Sim Information:
We have passed a good mark, our 50th Sim. Congrats to all. Thank you for getting us here, and here is to 50 more!
There is a good chance I will not make tonight’s SIM. I must apologize, should be the last time I miss it for a while.

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 13:50:10
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.44 ST:AB Stardate: 11709.09
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 1, Ready Room

Oliver sat behind his desk and a mountain of PADD’s, he had been hard pressed to keep up with reports of late, so he had just taken to organizing and stacking them on his desk for the time being and reading through them as time presented itself. Standing he moved over to the head, taking a moment to splash some cool water on his face. It had been a trying day. He stared into the mirror for a long moment running a hand through his hair. “Time for a change.” He said opening the cabinet and pulling out a hair trimmer. He began to shave his head running the trimmer over his the top of his head, his hair was already short but it was coming off in sheets into the sink. “Computer begin duty log recording!”
He waited as the computer went through its usual beeps indicating that the logs accessed.
“Captains Log Stardate 74171.44, Supplemental. Our mission at Ba’ku continues, we continue our mission guarding our diplomatic envoy and as I understand it, things are still progressing. It is honestly nice to see the diplomatic processes still holds weight in the Federation, even when it may fail. Which brings me to my next conclusion. The Ba’ku have a long history of staying in their own little slice of space avoiding the worlds around them. They shunned part of their people when they decided to go a different route for several decades.” He pauses running a hand over his head.
“If it wasn’t for the incursion with the Enterprise the Ba’ku and Son’a probably would still be at odds. It is good that they were able to see what the universe around them has become, but they still stayed in isolation. With the way the last couple of decades have gone maybe it was a good thing.” He said as he continued running the trimmer over his head.
“I have a feeling that the Ba’ku will stay in essential isolation, might be willing to increase trade and offer very low level non-confrontation aid, but maybe they will surprise everyone and actually join the Federation and the Galactic community. But to be honest I don’t think they will.” He ran his hand over his head again, nodding to himself then he proceeded to use it on his cheeks and chin.
“To be honest I feel a little bad as I put Captain Harris in a bad spot, and I think I might have bruised our relationship. Once again, I let our paranoid nature and lack of trust get the better of us sending Johnny and Corky over to continue the investigation of the mine that struck the Vonnegut. Though it did not go as I intended, it may have worked in a way I did not expect. Captain Harris while annoyed and lacking sleep was more understanding than I would have expected and he was polite in pointing out that we do need to learn to trust someone. I am confident now in that exchange that he is someone that I can trust or at least try.” He said examining his face. He continued to run the device over his cheeks, taking care to leave the darkening mustache and the hair on his chin below his lip.
He set the device down, splashed water on his face once again, and took a long hard look in the mirror, his freshly shaved head, and face. “That’s better.” He stepped over to the replicator. “Bed and Breakfast Tea, hot, with honey and lemon in a thirty-two ounce travel mug.” He said and waited for the request to shimmer into being.
“I’m a little concerned about my Science officer; he did not take the trip over to the Vonnegut well judging by the response he gave upon return. Not to mention I am pretty certain he might have punched Mr. Cleveland upon return for roping him into that mission.” He paused to take a drink from his mug. “I think that Sully and Johnny’s actions may be spilling over into the crew. I am hoping that this is not going to continue to be a thing. You can already see that Sully and Johnny are making progress in their working relationship. I’m going to let Mr. Corcoran work this out himself for the time being, if it becomes more of an issue I may speak to Councilor Trost about him to see if she can meet with him and see if she can work things out.”
“For now we have a mission to continue, I’m still waiting to hear back from Starfleet Regarding the mine incident and how they would like to proceed with investigating this. So far, everything has been quiet. Let us hope it stays this way. 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: Continue to protect the Diplomatic Envoy, and repairs to the Vonnegut.
Executive Officer: See General Orders.
Tactical Officer Department: Continue to monitor our area for any activity suspicious or otherwise.
Security Department: Continue with your investigation, and assist our Starfleet Intelligence officer as needed.
Operations Department:
Flight Operations: Maintain Standard Orbit with our other vessels
Engineering Department: Continue to assist the Vonnegut with repairs, continue with system upgrades.
Medical Department: Continue assisting the Vonnegut with their Medical Needs.
Science Department: Continue with your Planetary Survey; feel free to conduct scientific studies on the Briar Patch itself.

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Alert Status: Green – Standard Orbit of Ba’ku


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Mission 52 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 7
Sim Date: September 30, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant Commander Elianna Kestran – Chief Medical Officer (CMO)
Lieutenant Noemi Idaris – Chief of Security (SEC)
Lieutenant Junior Grade Johnny Cleveland – Chief Tactical Officer (CTO)

Notable NPC’s Used:


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OOC & Pre Sim Information: Last week was a great sim, glad everyone could make it.
Corky was unable to attend due to personal reasons.
If everyone is willing, I think it is high time we tested Discord’s usefulness and see if it is actually a viable Simming Platform; if everyone still has Discord and is willing, I think we should test it. I’ll check with everyone so were prepared for that, maybe we can try it a few sims from now but want to make sure everyones on board first.

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 14:05:37
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.47 ST:AB Stardate: 11710.30
Location: Planet Ba’ku

Since the away team is currently picking up right where they left off there is no log to be done at this time, however here is a recap of events that have taken place thus far in the sim.
• Captain Savage, Doctor Kestran, Lt. Johnny Cleveland have all beamed down to the surface with a small team of Security officers to find and rescue both Lt. Idaris and our Starfleet Intelligence officer as well as our Diplomats.
• Meanwhile back on the ship – Command Sullivan is working on his “Smart Mine” project and hopefully will not leave a crater in the ship as a result of such activity.
• Upon arrival at the Surface the crew met one of the Local Ba’ku and Johnny nearly created a diplomatic incident however it appears that when Captain Savage stepped in things were recovered. They were able to get pointed the right direction.
• The USS Tempest received a transmission from the USS Vonnegut having engaged a vessel at the edge of the Briar patch, Sully has ordered the ship to assist and the Tempest is current in route unbeknownst to the Away team.
• As the Away team made their way to the woods indicated, they encountered Lt. Idaris and an Injured SFI agent, the SFI Agent was sent back to the ship for medical care. Idaris joined the away team.
• As the away team moved through the woods they came to a clearing where they located a cloaked shuttle after Oliver fired his Type II phaser on a wide spread setting and disrupted the cloaked vessel.
• The time lapse for the Tempest was about 15 minutes, the Away team had no real lapse.

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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: Tempest: Assist the Vonnegut! Away Team: Continue on mission!
Executive Officer: Don’t blow up my ship!
Tactical Officer Department: Don’t get shot, or maimed by the Security Officer
Security Department: Try your best not to maim, injure, or end the Tactical Officer. Keep your eyes peeled!
Operations Department: Do your thing with a chicken wing!
Flight Operations: Continue as ordered by the Executive Officer
Engineering Department: Prepare the ship for battle and casualties.
Medical Department: Try not to wander around so you are picked off.
Science Department: Assist the Executive Officer; work on your planetary survey, and analysis of the Briar patch. Need to find some creative ways to navigate the Briar patch quickly.

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

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Mission 53 – “The Coming Storm” - Part 8
Sim Date: October 7, 2017
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Attendance:
CJ – Game Director (GD)
Captain Oliver Alexander Savage – Commanding Officer (CO)
Commander Sullivan “Sully” Emily Derringer – Executive Officer (XO)
Lieutenant 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:
Captain Harris, USS Vonnegut
Nores, USS Tempest – Science Department
Torin, USS Tempest – Operations Officer


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OOC & Pre Sim Information:
If you know of anyone who’s into Star Trek and likes to Role Play feel free to invite them to watch and see if it’s something they would like, we could still use a Helmsman, Operations Officer, and Chief Engineer. Finding some people would help alleviate some of the work that CJ is having to do as GD. The more players the more people you have to interact with as well.

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IC Date: March 4, 2397 Time: 14:40:03
Star Trek Stardate: 74171.53 ST:AB Stardate: 11710.07
Location: USS Tempest NCC-1852-A, Deck 15, Armory

Oliver was sitting on a bench in the armory, his recently removed body armor laid across his lap, he nodded to one of the Security Officers as they were exiting the room. “Great job fellas, thank you!” he said as they disappeared into the corridor beyond. He looked down at the body armor and was quiet for a long moment. “Computer begin log recording!”
The computer went through its usual series of beeps signaling that it was accessing the proper file, then beeped indicating that it was starting the recording.
He looked up from the armor at the rack of weapons deeper in the armory. “Captains Log, Stardate 74171.53 supplemental.” He paused a moment, considering his words. “We’ve just returned from the surface of Ba’ku where we attempted to rescue our diplomatic envoy team and locate Lieutenant Idaris and Ali Tahir of Starfleet Intelligence. I have to say it did not go as I would have hoped, but it could have been much worse.” He shifted his weight and stood, moving over to the rack of Armor and deposited the armor on an empty peg.
“Lieutenant Idaris was mostly unharmed from her ordeal on the surface but Ali Tahir suffered some pretty significant injuries, we beamed him directly to sickbay where Emily Reed took care of his injuries while the ship was away dealing with the True Federation. I’ll get to that soon enough, I still need to get briefed by Sully on what exactly happened.” He pulled the type II phaser from his holster and deposited it into a drawer.
He paused again quiet for a while. “What happened to when we were explorers…” he shook his head.
“Anyway, a couple of the Ba’ku natives pointed us in the right direction that our diplomats were taken and that is how we ran into the Lieutenant. We proceeded into the woods at twilight so visibility was impaired a bit but with the help of the good doctor we were able to make our way to a clearing. In the clearing was a cloaked shuttle which we revealed with a bit of creative phaser fire.” He paused again. “Inside the shuttle were several armed True Federation members who had our diplomat team. They threatened to kill them if we didn’t throw down our arms.” He settled back onto the bench picking up a towel and running it over his face and neck.
“I had Lieutenant Idaris get into a position to take out the hostage taker, and by the time we got in place he had shot one of the diplomats. It was at this point when Idaris took out the TF soldier and we were engaged from both inside the shuttle and out. I had already advanced to the shuttle so my attention was more focused on getting the rest of the hostages safe. Idaris joined me at the shuttle and under cover fire she advanced into the shuttle and took out the remaining soldier’s with a bit of close quarters combat.”
“Meanwhile Mr. Cleveland went Photon Grenade fishing in the woods, and took out the remainder of the forces. Unfortunately, none would be taken alive. On a more positive note, we did recover a True Federation Cloaking shuttle. Lieutenant Idaris and Johnny have locked down in the shuttle bay, they have begun the process of defueling and ensuring that it is entirely powered down and are going through it with a fine toothed comb to make sure it’s not going to blow up on us. This could be valuable intelligence, which we need to document and get to Starfleet Command.” He stood once again and took one last look around the armory.
“I doubt after this incident the Ba’ku will want to have anything to do with us after this engagement. Nevertheless, I still hold out hope that they will continue talks. I intend on offering any aid we can give before we depart the system, and I still need to check in with Captain Harris on the Vonnegut to see how they fared and if they need additional assistance. I think it goes without saying that I believe our mission here is about to conclude. End log!” he said as he too exited the room heading for the bridge.
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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: Continue to maintain a heightened alertness, our troubles may not be over.
Executive Officer: Need an Update on what happened while we were out gallivanting.
Tactical Officer Department: Work with Lt. Idaris on Securing the shuttle, and making sure it is safe with no additional complications that might put us in danger, and start running scans on the equipment. Document everything! Oh, behave… make sure you get your damn tea before you report…
Security Department: Work with Lt. Cleveland on Securing and documenting the shuttle. Try not to injure him in the process.
Operations Department: Keep your eyes peeled for trouble!
Flight Operations: Maintain Orbit!
Engineering Department: Repair any damage sustained in your altercation with the True Federation, assist Lieutenant’s Idaris, and Cleveland with their efforts regarding the TF shuttle.
Medical Department: I could use a Status report on Ali Tahir, and an casualty update from the last engagement. And a Status report on the Vonnegut crew as I’m certain Captain Harris is anxious to get his people back.
Science Department: Feel free to assist Johnny and Idaris with the shuttle, work on that Planetary Analysis of Ba’ku or the “Smart Mine” project that Sully was working on. Who knows what you might uncover from an examine of the program that was being run on those.

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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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Alert Status: Green – Docked, Standby

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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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Alert Status: Green – Docked


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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


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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.


================= =/\= ============================ =/\= =================
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


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

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

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

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

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

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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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