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# 4581
02-01-2013, 01:42 PM
*James is sitting in his chair hanging his head and slouching, people try and comfort him while they grieve as well...*

*James sits up *

James: Open a channel to the Fleet..

Texira: Channel open Admiral..

James: All hands of the fleet.. Given the events that have happened I am taking command of the fleet.. We are going to link up and find others that are fighting as well.. We need to fight and keep each other alive without the problems of the past. We are all brothers and sisters in this.

All issues are to be recorded with the civilian vessels and the damaged vessels. Everyone here non military are going to have responsibilities to the vessels and the fleet. FIghter patrols will be sent out every day and send their reports to me. The captains of each vessel will need to send status reports to me.
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# 4582
02-01-2013, 02:08 PM
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Originally Posted by chrisedallen89 View Post
*James is sitting in his chair hanging his head and slouching, people try and comfort him while they grieve as well...*

*James sits up *

James: Open a channel to the Fleet..

Texira: Channel open Admiral..

James: All hands of the fleet.. Given the events that have happened I am taking command of the fleet.. We are going to link up and find others that are fighting as well.. We need to fight and keep each other alive without the problems of the past. We are all brothers and sisters in this.

All issues are to be recorded with the civilian vessels and the damaged vessels. Everyone here non military are going to have responsibilities to the vessels and the fleet. FIghter patrols will be sent out every day and send their reports to me. The captains of each vessel will need to send status reports to me.
Dialect: you persist to long after your n defeat.
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# 4583
02-01-2013, 02:10 PM
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Dialect: you persist to long after your n defeat.
*Closes his mind paying no heed to the Diadect.*
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# 4584
02-01-2013, 02:12 PM
Preston: Diadect... How are things going to play out from here on out?
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# 4585
02-01-2013, 02:16 PM
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Originally Posted by chrisedallen89 View Post
*James is sitting in his chair hanging his head and slouching, people try and comfort him while they grieve as well...*

*James sits up *

James: Open a channel to the Fleet..

Texira: Channel open Admiral..

James: All hands of the fleet.. Given the events that have happened I am taking command of the fleet.. We are going to link up and find others that are fighting as well.. We need to fight and keep each other alive without the problems of the past. We are all brothers and sisters in this.

All issues are to be recorded with the civilian vessels and the damaged vessels. Everyone here non military are going to have responsibilities to the vessels and the fleet. FIghter patrols will be sent out every day and send their reports to me. The captains of each vessel will need to send status reports to me.
*Wolfhound Base, Sector 411. The "Chief" is still with Sam as she's being examined by the Doctors. When the Doctor finally leaves, Sam turns to the Chief.*

Sam: Funny.

Chief: What?

Sam: You're wearing an Officer's Uniform, but your rank bar says Chief Petty Officer.

Chief: Hm... So it does.

Sam: You don't care to explain?

Chief: Not particularly.

Sam: Right...

*Sam looks into the Chief's helmet.*

Do I know you?

Chief: After a fashion.

Let's just say... I'm a ghost.

Sam: Right...

Chief: You say that a lot.

Sam: I've only been awake two hours!

Chief: And in that time you've said "right" at least 4 times.

Sam: Don't you have a job to do?

Chief: Yes. It's called making sure you don't slip into another coma.

Sam: Wow, you're about as mature as my--

*Sam stops for a moment.*

Chief: Yes?

Sam: ...Nothing.

What's your name?

*Chief stands up.*

Chief: Not important.

*Outside, a small convoy of Orion ships warp in. They're being escorted by Marauder Battleships, one bearing a symbol familiar to Tara, who is in Ops.*

Tara: Duranus.

Wolfhound: The Crime Cartel?

Tara: I guess times have been hard on them.

*Tara walks out as a Duranus shuttle lands in the shuttle bay. An Orion Male walks out and sees Tart.*

Orion: Tara?

Tara: Deyus.

Lieutenant!

*A Republic Lieutenant walks over.*

Escort him to the Brig.

Deyus: On what charge?!

Tara: Charges!

1) Murder of a Republic Military Officer.

2) Threatening a Republic Naval Cadet - 2 counts.

3) Framing me for piracy.

Deyus: Please! I was in no way responsible for Starfleet's incompetence!

Tara: Save it!

*The lieutenant escorts Deyus to the Brig. Sam meets Tara in the Brig, trying to act friendly.*

Sam: So... you decided to throw an Orion Commander into the brig seconds after he came on-station? Are you insane?!

Tara: You wouldn't have said that a year ago if it was me stepping off that shuttle.

Sam: And I wouldn't now.

*Tara looks at her, aggravated.*

I'm sorry! Did I say that out loud?

Tara: Zip it, before I do it for you.

Sam: I'd like to see you try.

Tara: You wanted your father's killer? I just gave him to you!

Sam: What?!

*Sam looks into the cell. Tara looks at her with a smug grin.*

Tara: The words you're looking for, are "thank you".

Sam: Don't push your luck.

Let him go.

Brig Officer: Sir?

Sam: You have a hearing problem?!

Tara: Dar'mei'na, what are you thinking?! For years you wanted me dead when you thought I killed your dad! Now you're letting HIM go?!

Sam: The Orion Convoy outside has launched fighters and is willing to attack the civilian ships if we don't hand him back.

Tara: Sam, he killed your father! What happened to justice?!

Sam: Where's the justice in the needless death of civilians?!

Open the cell!

*The Brig Officer lowers the forcefield and Deyus leaves the room, grinning smugly as he walks past Sam and Tara.*

Get out.

*The Brig Officer nods and leaves Sam and Tara alone in the room.*

Tara: What was that?!

Sam: Look, by all rights I should have thrown YOU in that brig months ago!

Tara: I told you--!

Sam: You told me that you took the fall for my Dad's death, and kept the name of the true killer a secret to save your own hide! How grateful do you expect me to be?!

Tara: I was saving your ungrateful human life, you idiot!

Sam: You were saving YOUR life!

Tara: You are such a--!

Fine! You know what, FORGET IT!

*Tara spreads her arms out, as if opening herself to attack.*

You want me in that cell?! GO AHEAD! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!

Sam *Angry*: Oh, DON'T TEMPT ME SISTER!

*Sam clenches her fist, before taking a deep breath and walking past Tara to leave the Brig. She then goes to her quarters to relax.*

OOC: If you wanna do something with Tara, go ahead. She's still my character, but if you wanna try and do anything with her *remembers that she's an Orion character* (NOT THAT!) then be my guest.
My Fan Fictions

"Logic and War are old enemies"

Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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# 4586
02-01-2013, 02:25 PM
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*Wolfhound Base, Sector 411. The "Chief" is still with Sam as she's being examined by the Doctors. When the Doctor finally leaves, Sam turns to the Chief.*

Sam: Funny.

Chief: What?

Sam: You're wearing an Officer's Uniform, but your rank bar says Chief Petty Officer.

Chief: Hm... So it does.

Sam: You don't care to explain?

Chief: Not particularly.

Sam: Right...

*Sam looks into the Chief's helmet.*

Do I know you?

Chief: After a fashion.

Let's just say... I'm a ghost.

Sam: Right...

Chief: You say that a lot.

Sam: I've only been awake two hours!

Chief: And in that time you've said "right" at least 4 times.

Sam: Don't you have a job to do?

Chief: Yes. It's called making sure you don't slip into another coma.

Sam: Wow, you're about as mature as my--

*Sam stops for a moment.*

Chief: Yes?

Sam: ...Nothing.

What's your name?

*Chief stands up.*

Chief: Not important.

*Outside, a small convoy of Orion ships warp in. They're being escorted by Marauder Battleships, one bearing a symbol familiar to Tara, who is in Ops.*

Tara: Duranus.

Wolfhound: The Crime Cartel?

Tara: I guess times have been hard on them.

*Tara walks out as a Duranus shuttle lands in the shuttle bay. An Orion Male walks out and sees Tart.*

Orion: Tara?

Tara: Deyus.

Lieutenant!

*A Republic Lieutenant walks over.*

Escort him to the Brig.

Deyus: On what charge?!

Tara: Charges!

1) Murder of a Republic Military Officer.

2) Threatening a Republic Naval Cadet - 2 counts.

3) Framing me for piracy.

Deyus: Please! I was in no way responsible for Starfleet's incompetence!

Tara: Save it!

*The lieutenant escorts Deyus to the Brig. Sam meets Tara in the Brig, trying to act friendly.*

Sam: So... you decided to throw an Orion Commander into the brig seconds after he came on-station? Are you insane?!

Tara: You wouldn't have said that a year ago if it was me stepping off that shuttle.

Sam: And I wouldn't now.

*Tara looks at her, aggravated.*

I'm sorry! Did I say that out loud?

Tara: Zip it, before I do it for you.

Sam: I'd like to see you try.

Tara: You wanted your father's killer? I just gave him to you!

Sam: What?!

*Sam looks into the cell. Tara looks at her with a smug grin.*

Tara: The words you're looking for, are "thank you".

Sam: Don't push your luck.

Let him go.

Brig Officer: Sir?

Sam: You have a hearing problem?!

Tara: Dar'mei'na, what are you thinking?! For years you wanted me dead when you thought I killed your dad! Now you're letting HIM go?!

Sam: The Orion Convoy outside has launched fighters and is willing to attack the civilian ships if we don't hand him back.

Tara: Sam, he killed your father! What happened to justice?!

Sam: Where's the justice in the needless death of civilians?!

Open the cell!

*The Brig Officer lowers the forcefield and Deyus leaves the room, grinning smugly as he walks past Sam and Tara.*

Get out.

*The Brig Officer nods and leaves Sam and Tara alone in the room.*

Tara: What was that?!

Sam: Look, by all rights I should have thrown YOU in that brig months ago!

Tara: I told you--!

Sam: You told me that you took the fall for my Dad's death, and kept the name of the true killer a secret to save your own hide! How grateful do you expect me to be?!

Tara: I was saving your ungrateful human life, you idiot!

Sam: You were saving YOUR life!

Tara: You are such a--!

Fine! You know what, FORGET IT!

*Tara spreads her arms out, as if opening herself to attack.*

You want me in that cell?! GO AHEAD! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!

Sam *Angry*: Oh, DON'T TEMPT ME SISTER!

*Sam clenches her fist, before taking a deep breath and walking past Tara to leave the Brig. She then goes to her quarters to relax.*

OOC: If you wanna do something with Tara, go ahead. She's still my character, but if you wanna try and do anything with her *remembers that she's an Orion character* (NOT THAT!) then be my guest.
*OOC: Your call man. I got nothing right now..*

*The convoy fleet arrives from the Federation sector toward the base.. *

James: This is Fleet Admiral James Allen, we are looking for allies and medical assistance... please respond..
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# 4587
02-01-2013, 02:34 PM
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*OOC: Your call man. I got nothing right now..*

*The convoy fleet arrives from the Federation sector toward the base.. *

James: This is Fleet Admiral James Allen, we are looking for allies and medical assistance... please respond..
Wolfhound: This is Wolfhound Base to Admiral Allen, we are ready to assist you.
My Fan Fictions

"Logic and War are old enemies"

Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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# 4588
02-01-2013, 02:55 PM
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Wolfhound: This is Wolfhound Base to Admiral Allen, we are ready to assist you.
James: We have wounded on board, and we would appreciate it. The Federation President has been killed, Preston has taken the Federation under the Shedai rule.. I was placed in charge of the remainder of the Federation forces... We are in low spirits.. We are also carrying Republic refugees from the aid mission from Qo'nos.

I bring news to the Commander of your installation.. You should also prepare to flee as well.
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# 4589
02-01-2013, 02:58 PM
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James: We have wounded on board, and we would appreciate it. The Federation President has been killed, Preston has taken the Federation under the Shedai rule.. I was placed in charge of the remainder of the Federation forces... We are in low spirits.. We are also carrying Republic refugees from the aid mission from Qo'nos.

I bring news to the Commander of your installation.. You should also prepare to flee as well.
Wolfhound: We already are. We'll be ready to leave in approximately 24 hours. Until then, if you wish to come aboard you are free to do so.
My Fan Fictions

"Logic and War are old enemies"

Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill
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# 4590
02-01-2013, 03:15 PM
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Wolfhound: We already are. We'll be ready to leave in approximately 24 hours. Until then, if you wish to come aboard you are free to do so.
James: Yes of course. *Cuts the channel*

James: Arrange coordinated shore leave for everyone. Have the doctor's on board take the wounded and sick to the med bays on the facility..

*Miranda walks to James as he step out to the bridge.*

Miranda: Don't close yourself off to everything... I know your hurting badly..

James: I just don't know what to do. All it seems I have is keeping everyone else alive...

Miranda: What about Preston...

James: Screw that egotistical idiot.

*As the turbolift opens Miranda grabs James' shoulder.*

Miranda: James...

James: *stops and places his hand on hers* Just give me time... Alright...

Miranda: I know.. just don't drag yourself down so far there was nothing you could do.

*James nods and leaves the turbolift and beams down to the base*
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