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# 1 Rpg Ulterior Motives
04-17-2012, 12:21 AM
This RP is a continuation of a previous RP. Players are still welcome to join, but must PM me with your character, ship, and bridge officer (personalities, specs) before entering.

CPT Butters welcome back

Starting scene:

Starfleet Admirals commanding fleets near the Cardassian borders (others are in the Klingon War) have been directed to meet with Starfleet Commander; Admiral James A. Billings at Starbase 126 near Betazed.

Starfleet Captains and below standby we will get more specific once everyone is identified.
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# 2
04-17-2012, 12:23 AM
(Junior Starfleet and Romulan officers serving in the Cardassian Reconstruction Force) (Ensign-Junior Lieutenant)

The first two hours of the shift just dragged on. Answering questions from the previous night's status reports, crewman evaluations, system checks, and reviewing the senior officer's duties for the shift. Tonight you were tasked with monitoring for ships travelling through Cardassian space. This seemed to be the most laborious station on the shift. All the crew ever saw were 23rd and 24th century traders passing through and with few breaks during the shift; the hardest part is staying awake to type a small situation report of stardate, time, ship name, captain, faction, and destination.

You were beginning to doze off when two pings abruptly brought you back. The scanner picked up something very different this time, it seemed as though the monitors usually dozed off at the same time; but now this ping saved you from the dreaded z monster. It also meant that this was more than the normal trader; Pings had been designed into the system to help "warn" of abnormal activities and as you peek at the monitor; your energy returns. Vessel names (this alone was abnormal as most traders travelled alone) UNKNOWN, Captains: Unknown, Vessel Types: Jem Hadar attack ships, faction Dominion, Destination unknown entering Cardassian space.

You attempt to hail the ships with no response and suddenly they disappear from screen.

Admiral T'vess was lounging in his small hovel enjoying a glass of Romulan Ale. Eventhough it was morning, noone ever checked in on this worthless piece of dust in the middle of Cardassian space. The Admiral found out early on what happens when you get on Empress Sela's bad side, it was worse than death.

T'vess had been stuck on Umoth Prime for three years now; no ships other than a squadron of Romulan warships blockading the planet. The Admiral of that blockade whoever it was now, would aquire the supplies through traders and one of the Romulan transports would deliver relief supplies to the dock yards.

It was hot outside, somewhere between 125 and 150 degrees Kelven; for twenty six hours each day (the rotation of the planets made the normal day here twenty eight). So, the Admiral and his senior officers just stayed locked up in their prison walls with all of the luxuries the blockade provided. It didn't much matter to him how the Cardassian settlers fared, they seemed ingenuitive enough living in their dirt holes and caves.

The last delivery the colony received was six months ago when the Romulan Star Empire delivered eighteen 22nd century Federation food replicators, bags of earth cement which seemed like just more dirt to the Admiral, and a dozen 24th century temperature control generators which lukily just enough to supply his crew. Of course if he cared he could have consolidated the crew to three enlisted or even two junior officers and been able to supply some of the generators to the colonists, but why. Just being here was punishment enough.

The front door creaked open slightly, the Admiral still heavily under the influence of the Ale slowly rose to his feet. Two shadowy figures appeared in the doorway and fired phasers killing the Admiral; now lying in a pool of ale with burns on his chest.
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# 3
04-17-2012, 12:29 AM

Captain Salas just returned from holodeck 3 and his old west program. It was a little strange walking back to his quarters wearing a 19th century U.S. Cavalry officer's uniform, but a built up pride swelled within him as he was able to experience part of what his ancestors lived through. His ancestors served in various styles of cavalry scouts (the original deep recon) dating back to Europe in the 16th century. From leading security forces for the Spanish explorer Pedro MenÚndez de AvilÚs in 1565 which established the first settlement in North America, to the battles of Saint-Mihiel and Meuse-Argonne in the first great war.

Raymond was also known by some of his crew as "Cowboy" not because of his holodeck outfit, rather a collection of two dozen sets of genuine Cavalry combat spurs and stetsons which decorated his quarters. He had just finished showering and replicating a hot coffee when the notification came in.

Ensign Lattemore (Communicaitons); Captain you have, Admiral Winstead (Cardassia Prime Federation provisional Governor).

Umoth Prime

Jevak was watching the rising sun from the base of Kullain Ridge and taking in the morning activities of the colony. The daily routines for the Cardassian colony began hours before sunrise as the women would gather the day's water from the deliverance cave. The men would gather their wompat traps and tasper eggs for the days meals. One of the colonists Lenzechak was a young educator prior to the Dominion War and with the aid of Gul Makvek had shaved part of her cave dwelling to a smooth wall allowing her to use chalk stones to give daily lessons to the children.

When the Romulan Reconstruction Team arrived Admiral T'vess repossessed the exsisting homes to utilize as barracks. Romulan Soldiers threw clothing, cookware, and items with little value out into the streets. The Admiral did provide a dozen 22nd Century Federation Replication generators and four power supplies. Everyone looked towards the retired Gul Makvek to lead the Colonists. The men scouted the Kullain Ridge and found a series of caves along which possessed air tubes leading to the peak of the mountains. The deliverance cave led to the highest peak which had extreme weather changes from night and day, in the evenings blizzard conditions would occur and the early mornings throughout the day the snow melted pouring fresh water from the air tubes.

This morning would have appeared as routine as the previous day to an untrained eye, but Jevak was worried. He thought he had seen Jem Hadar in the city, but couldn't be certain because of the distance. He was certain now something was wrong, armed Romulan Soldiers filling the streets and holding formations. Jevak jumped to his feet to warn the others when those Soldiers began walking out of colony towards the ridge.

Raymundo was just dusting off the dust off his chaps and streching his hamstrings form his ride in the holodeck when his comm badge chimed

"Salas, whats up?", he asked as he made his way toward his quarters.

a ensign on the morning shift replied that Admiral Winstead had a message for him, priority one she mentioned.

Ray stopped and dabbed his tanned brow with his bandanna, "its 0630, nothing good ever happens this early, tell the Admiral that i will take his message in my quarters".

Salas entered his room and quickly changing to his duty uniform, "Computer open a comm to Admiral Winstead, and send a message to the senior staff, get them ready for a 0700 meeting."

As Captain Salas leaned back slightly on the Captain's chair, the screen opened with the image of an old worn out Admiral Winstead. After a few personal coureousies the Admiral cut himself short. The elder statesmen leaned forward with a serious scowl "Unfortunately Ray, this isn't a personal call. We have reports from various ships in the Cardassian sector reporting unusual ship communications and signals which up to this point indicate Jem Hadar activity. We don't know if the Alphas are scoping out for expansion or if the Dominion is coming back. We haven't had any unusual traffic from Deep Space 9, but we both know how sly those characters are."

The tiny hairs on the back of the Captain's neck stood up at the notion of Jem Hadar activity. Historical records and Holodeck programs indicated this species were as much warriors as the Klingons and this could end in a messy fight. Admiral Winstead continued to speak "The last report obtained from Starfleet Security is that the Romulans may have encountered two Jem Hadar vessels at Umoth Prime. Coincedentally, their Occupational Governor was murdered shortly after the initial report."

Captain Salas was slightly confused at the moment, Romulans had ships in the area and the resources to resolve an issue with just a couple vessels. "Admiral, is this just an FYI update or is there something your not telling me?". Admiral Winstead wiped the sweat from his brow "Captain, the Romulans are seeking Federation aid in the investigation. They are not popular in the area and their Ship Commanders are reluctant to send away teams with possible attack ships in the area."

This was becoming more strange by the second, the more Captain Salas listened the more it became entwined with other external agendas and mysteries. From Jem Hadar and Romulans which were allied with Undine and seeking Federation support in a Cardassian province sounded more like an old west ambush.

Finally the Admiral spit out the mission " Captain, you will go to the Umoth sector and report to Admiral J'Val and receive further instructions. I know this has a lot of concerns, so keep your eyes opened for any trouble. Winstead out.".

Captain Salas sat quiety trying to figure out everything going on, nothing made sense and he was certain the staff wouldn't blindly jump into Romulan sectors without questions..Unfortunately Raymundo didn't have any.

"Jem`Hadar, so the Alphas are testing the water. but why attack a Roumulan outpost, Umoth Prim is't exactly strategic or significant enough to make a political statement." Commander Telru said, brow and antenna creased in thought. Rays first officer had a piratical, if somewhat cold and distant was of solving problems. his years as a beet officer in some of the shadier parts of the federation trade channels. suffice to say there was little movement on the boarders that he did not know of.

"The old DMZ," he continued, "as well as the much of the Cardassian core worlds are still recovering form the falling out of the Cardassian's form the Dominion."

"Frankly!, i don't understand why we are discussing ghost ships, don't forget the murder." Snapped Captains Salas' Chief Medical officer.

"Cho, I have not forgot." Raymundo chided his CMO, Cho'arie despite any serenity her quarter Betazed hearatege may have lent to her the three quarter Bajoran temper shown through through more often than not.

"Si, we are ordered to investigate as we are the best equip in the area. We will be entering the system in a matter of hours for our meeting. Telru, Cho, you will be accompanying me to the meeting with Admiral J'Val" Ray said as he walked toward the the exit. as he reached the door he flashed his staff a smile. come now this pony train dose not drive itself.

Captain Salas sat impatiently through the journey, trying to figure out any clue as to why an attack would take place anywhere near the Umoth system much less Umoth Prime. Yes, the system had colonies, but planets very poor on resources, so close to Federation space they have to know we're listening, and no military advantage to speak of.

Lieutenant B'Vok called back to the Captain "We're entering the Umoth system sir, making orbit around Umoth Prime."

Lieutenant Laura Grimes from the science console spoke up " Sir, no signs of Romulan ships; but there is phaser fire on the planet." Just as Lt. Grimes finished her comment and was about to change her status, a Romulan D'deridex decloaked at the ship's bow. Looking a little flustered thinking she made a mistake, she spoke with a softer tone "Its the Makar sir and Admiral J'Val is hailing us."
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# 4
04-17-2012, 12:31 AM

At first Jevak thought he had time, watching the Romulan Soldiers some struggling to make any headway up the ridge, others just lingering at the edge of town, and nowhere near his friends. That was until the group at the edge of town vanished from exsistence only to appear halfway up the ridge. Suddenly what appeared to be a morning of entertainment turned into a serious issue requiring an urgent response.

He began running towards the caves to warn the others. He was afraid to shout out a warning that may help the Romulans locate the makeshift settlement. Running through the paths alerted Jevak of yet another problem, as pebbles and dirt were pushed down along the ledges as if something was knocking them out of place although nothing appeared to be in the area. Could this be what the Romulans are chasing? or worse, the Romulans found a way to create cloaked body armor. He sped up with greater urgency, the extreme heat of Umoth now after forty years began to tug away at his will. His lungs burned with the smothering humidity, sweat pouring like the waters from the air tube; time and again he wanted to quit yet he continued for the sake of the others.

He arrived at the first cave yelling over his exhaustion Gul Makvek!! Trouble!!, the Romulans are coming quickly they'll be here soon! The retired Cardassian officer replied You need to stop drinking Kanar, its effecting your head. The Romulans hadn't left their barracks during daylight since they arrived at the settlement. Either this was a joke or something bad really happened. Makvek stood up and headed to the door, What happened, did someone go into the city? A worn and ragged Jevak entered the door. panting heavily trying to get his words out. No, not us; I thought I saw Saw what demanded Makvek.

Jevak looked up with frightened eyes Jem Hadar. Makvek was stunned for a moment. What were the Jem Hadar doing here? A planet of waste. The retired Officer headed to his chest and pulled out an old Cardassian Uniform. It would never be complete without weapons, but those days were long past now. Jevak looked at him What are you doing? continuing to dress Makvek just snorted I'm going down to talk to the Romulans, You're going to gather the others and move higher up the ridge.
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# 5
04-17-2012, 12:32 AM
Reference Notes

OCC- i tend to play i number of characters at once so here is a list of who i use and there base traits. Ray Salas is my PC and you can use my NPC's but keep them close to as i describe them and dont kill them please

<<Captain Raymundo Salas>> Captain
Hispanic Male: 29
Grew up on the plans of Sherman's Planet favorite activity's are riding horses, whiskey and and flying fighter craft on the holodeck.
-charming, soft wit, good listener, Tactical, practical

<<Commander Telru>> First Officer
Andorian Male: 47
Grew up on Andoria and survied as a beet cop for most of his career, till meeting then Commander Salas and after a mission together that led of Raymundo's first command he was moved to Star Fleet and given the rank Commander.
-Stalwart, spiritual, Street Smart, Intimidating

<<Lt Commander Macario 'Mac' Holt>> Chief Engineer
Italian Male: 38
The once Academay Dropout turned free trader turned Chief Engineer has had a spoted past but Raymundo would not have it any other way, in his opinion Mac can fix anything, build anything and between Telru and Mac get anything.
-jolly, the plan guy, mr fix it.

<<Lt Cho'arie>> Chief Medical Officer
Bajorin Female: 27
Rasied on Betazed in a Bajor settlements that grew out of the refuge camp that once inhabited the area, her maternal grandmother was a local Betazed doctor how tended the settlement and trained and helped her into Starfleet MED
-Quick tempered, loves a good laugh, compassionate

<<Lt. Shihab 'Chip' Alem >> Chief of Security
Arab Male: 20
a wiz at all things electronic his application to Star Fleet Academy was hacking the system with his own codes. his senior project was for the implantation for alle HOIS system in a star ships and his posting on the Archangel secured that ship to be his test bed.
-Hacker, Quickie, quiet, passive

<<Lt. Mitsuko>> Operations
Asian Female 21: Ships computer Avatar
The Archangel has been selected to pioneer a technological advancement known as HOIS (Holographic Officer Integrated System) she is hardwired into the ships main computer. capable of linking with a prototype mobile emitter wrist band that the away team carry's with them.
-logical, brisk, calm and level, Organized

<<Ensign Dillon Button>> Helm
Caucasian Risa Male: 19
All though he could have lived a life of ease and luxury, being that his family owned the biggest casino/resort chain on Risa Dillon ran away and joined Star Fleet. His youthfulness and juvenal antics hides a deeper wisdom.
-surfer, relaxed, man of few words

<<Ensign 'Pappy' Rick Blackwood>> Chief Science Officer.
Alpha Centauri Male: 53
Once a Teacher and Researcher at the Daystrum institute the tender age of 51 retired and joined Starfleet and landing a assignment on the Archangel, his main focus is in subspace mechanics and wormholes. As well as other astronomic anomaly's.
-Relaxed, Playful, cutting wit
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# 6
04-17-2012, 12:35 AM
Ray slowly let out the breath he had taken and loosen the his grip on the chair. True the ship was all ready at yellow alert but he had been so concerned of the Jem`hadar that he had negligeted to sweep for any Roumulan ships in the area. "On Screen Lieutenant, Admiral JVal, if you were a snake you would have bit me in the..well were here. however we should keep this as curt as possible seeing that there seams to be a battle on the ground. not to menchan that we may have some unfriendly's in the neighborhood"

Admiral JVal leaned back in his commander's chair, smiling. Captain, our compliments on your swift arrival. I'd be honored if you and your staff would accompany me in this evening's dinner. Be assured, there is plenty of Romulan Ale on board. As for the firing on the planet, just a few conspirators being dealt with."

Captain Salas
Commander Telru
Lt Cho'arie

The Makar: the captains table dining room.

later that evining the Captain and his first officer and CMO were at the captains table on board the Makar. Raymundo admired the architectural aspects of the room, the room spoke control the bold angles and spartan military colors gave it a feeling of order. Captain Salas sat on the left of the Roumulan commander. opposite the Admiral who sat to the commanders left.

"Admiral," Telru began. "What exactly is going on the planet below?."

Admiral J'Val gave the commander a noncommittal look but before answering the food arrived form the kitchens.

"Come friends, lets....whats the Federation tradition? A Coast?! A Toast! to the strengthening of alliances and a future of joint endeavors."

The table members toasted and drank the light blue liquor.

Captain Salas was the first to break the following scilence. "Si, Admiral J'Val, please tell us of what is going on here and why we are needed?"

Admiral J'Val looked at Captain Salas and smiled You aren't like the other Federation Captains I've met before, you sound too much like a Vulcan. He casually grasped his hands together, and paused a moment looking around the table. He stopped his glance at Commander Tel'ru Sir, you are an Andorian correct?

Commander Tel'ru responded yes sir, I am Andorian and we have a keen sense when someone is avoiding the question sir. Admiral J'Val began a slight laughter with a sense of anxiety about his aura. The other Romulan officers began to chuckle as well. I hear the Andorians make a wonderful beverage as well, its said that in the 21st century an Andorian gave a Romulan some brandy and turned him into a Vulcan. The Romulans at the table began laughing hard at the comment, but Captain Salas maintained his straight face expecting a more military answer to his question. The table quieted down and the Romulans began eating their meal.

Captain, please enjoy your meal and I will share what I have regarding the situation. The Admiral slowly waved his hand across the table indicating that everyone should enjoy the meal. The Starfleet officers waited for Ray to take the first bite, but after a brief moment everyone began eating.

J'Val looked at Captain Salas. On stardate 25877.29 at approximately 2300 hours, one of our crew members identified two Jem Hadar vessels in this system. They appeared but for a moment then no trace of them since. The next morning at 0900 the Romulan Governor of the Umoth system was assassinated in his quarters. Since we have not seen any sign of the Jem Hadar after 2300, we assume that an unknown number of their species are still on the planet. Our scans haven't picked anything up and we believe they are being aided by a group of Cardassians which are living in those same mountains and resisting the order we are providing.

Commander Tel'Ru politely spoke up, Sir, our sensors picked up phaser fire on the planet along those ridges. The Admiral looked at the first officer for a moment Yes, I should have realized Starfleet's sensors are advanced enough to identify that. The other day we captured a few of the leaders of the rabble. They were tried according to galactic law, judged, and their sentences carried out. Tel'Ru followed up with another inquiry Sir, our sensors also indicated that only Romulans are residing in the colony, what happened to the Cardassians?

The Admiral sat back uncomfortably and then realized some of the officers at the table stopped eating. Please, Please enjoy yourselves. He called back to the service to refill the glasses with Romulan Ale.

What are you doing? continuing to dress Makvek just snorted I'm going down to talk to the Romulans, You're going to gather the others and move higher up the ridge.

Jevak and Makvek left the cave at the same time, while Jevak headed up the ridge; Makvek confidently headed down to meet the Romulan patrols. Jevak began running again, but stopped long enough to see the Colonies hero shot by a team of Romulan phasers. He struggled up the hill, but the patrols were moving faster as they would materialize further up. As one patrol was materialed in a sector of the ridge a second patrol dematerialized only to reappear even higher in a different sector. Jevak was able to reach and warn several families, but arrived at Lenzechak's cave too late. The charming instructor and a class of ten children missing with tablets broken on the floor and furniture tipped over in disarray.

Captain Salas
Commander Telru
Lt Cho'arie

The Makar: the captains table dining room.

Captain Salas looked to his right to watch his Chief Medical Officer. he hazel eyes were like stone. staring intently at the Admiral. hands gripping her knife and fork with a white knuckle grip. Raymundo know that he had to think quickly least this spiral into a diplomatic quandary.

"Well," said the Captain, leaning back esaly and pulling out his napkin and dabbing at his mouth. "Starfleets orders for me is simply the investigation Jem`Hadar activity's in the sector. the best place to start is on the surface. after all we can hardly learn with out... talking with all involved. And I am sure as you know the Praetors interests is to... keep the peace. Form our collective scans it does seam that the trouble makers or in the mountins. your men keep doing your thing and well send a small team behind there lines and work our magic, cut them off at the pass if you will" the captain gave a low chuckle at this. "My first officer will Take the Archangel and begin a sweep of the local systems for the rogue Jem`Hadar attack ships." The captain placed the napkin on his plate, downed the remainder of his ale, and flashed the Romulan's and smile. "Adios Admiral, if you excuses us."

the three officers filed out of the officer, Admiral J'Val with a angry look on his face. Telru looked at Cho'arie as they made there way toward the transporter room he watched as her shoulders and fists got tighter and tighter. as the party mertilized in the Archangels transporter room she turned to Raymundo and hissed, "How could they! Prophets damn them even though they are Cardassians the Romulans are no different form how the Cardassians treated the Bajorians.... they...they.....

Telru put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "let the dead rest, do what you can for the living"

Ray taped his comm badge, "Lt Alem, Mitsuko, report to transporter room 1" Command Telru, you have the com. Find those ships. well take the Peregrine Fighter, Richthofen, will set up a camp and get in contact over a secure channel." As he said this the two lieutenants walked in. "All righto then, i don't know what were ridding into but be prepared, saddle up and ride."

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