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# 541
08-20-2012, 08:43 PM
Matthew sits on the bridge and looks over reports. His borg eye (lazer moving aroundlooking over separate reports) most of his crew has been hand picked to deal with his strict attitude and different look.

Helm set course for the fleet engage warp drive. All senior officers will meet in 3 hours in my ready room.
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# 542
08-20-2012, 08:52 PM
Counselor, join me in my ready-room
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star... to steer her by." You... You could feel the wind at your back in those days. The sounds of the sea... beneath you, and even if you take away the wind and the water... it's still the same. The ship is yours. You can feel her. And the stars are still there, Bones. ~ James T. Kirk | Imgur

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# 543
08-21-2012, 05:58 AM
*Deep Space 61, Torpedo Bay 119. Captains Allington and Saph have returned from the Memorial Service on Celes Prime, now forced to conduct a funeral and memorial service of their own*

Ryan: We've gone through some tough times in the past few weeks. I don't think any of us were ready for it. We've lost a lot of good men and women, lost a lot of friends. But, it's important that we remember that they died in the service of their duty, and the principles they swore to protect. We, therefore, commit these bodies to the deep.

*Amazing Grace plays*

Security Lt.: Attention! *All attendees stand at attention*

*Ryan begins reciting the names of all 563 officers killed in the recent attacks*

Ryan: Davison, R. Mandelli, T. And Berman, R. From the stars we came, and to the stars we return, from now until the end of time.

*Outside, 12 Peregrine fighters escort 563 torpedo casings carrying the bodies of those lost, as the travel toward the nearby star.*

*Back at the ceremony*

Ryan: Dismissed.

*As every attending officer leaves the room, save one, Captain Saph walks over to Ryan*

Ryan: This is the worst part of the job; having to commit their bodies...

Daya: There's one thing worse. Have you contacted their families yet?

Ryan: You're right. *Sighs* That's the worst part. Every time I try to phrase the letters of condolences, it just... doesn't sound right.

Daya: I'll give you a hand. 198 of those crewman were from my crew.

Ryan: Daya, right now you're--

Daya: I've still got a couple of months.

Ryan: And then what? A Nadion Radiation burst is gonna kill your symbiont? Then you die a few hours later?

Daya: There are risks when becoming a host, Ryan. I am the youngest Trill to be joined, that means I had to be even more aware of what I was getting into. I had to worry about risks when I joined Starfleet as well.

Ryan: That doesn't make it any easier! This is why I hate having to write those letters! It--

Daya: You're changing the subject! I've got 2 months. That's 2 months for Saph to be cured. I'd rather look at it like that than looking at it like I only have 2 months.

Ryan: It's just... It's just that...

Daya: What?

Ryan: We've been friends since day one at the Academy, right?

Daya: Yeah, so?

Ryan: When my parents died, you were one of the only people I could talk to, and one of the only people who helped my choose to stay in Starfleet.

Daya: I remember.

Ryan: The day we graduated, I told you that there was something I wanted to tell you. Then, my shuttle to Utopia Planetia arrived and... I didn't get time to say it.

Daya: Say what?

Ryan: The day you helped me accept what happened to my parents' deaths, I think I... I fell in love with you. It just, always felt strange talking to you about it and-- Why are you smiling like that?

Daya: Ryan,... I've been in love with you since Day One.

*The two just stand there, holding each other in the other's arms.*

*Raptor's Perch. A small planet in the Epsilon Dragos System. No where else would you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's for this reason, the Klingon Empire and Starfleet Command keep the planet under close surveillance for outlaw traffic, such as the Orion Freighter touching down at Falcon Space-port at this very moment, undoubtedly carrying a heavy load of slave labour for purchase, including several abductees from a Federation Starship not too far away, and also a passenger; a certain Starfleet Intelligence Operative, found in a shuttle not far away, whose name didn't come up on any SI personnel rosters. His mission: Identify and extract an operative from his bureau whose cover is at risk. He walks off the loading ramp, tagging Federation and Klingon Citizens for beam-out upon reaching either faction's space, heading for check-in*

Clerk: This travel-card hasn't been used in some time.

Agent: I've been doing a lot of business out on the rim.

Clerk: Seen anything interesting?

Agent: ...Yes.

Clerk: Well, Mr. Danford, everything seems to be in order.

Danford: Thank you. *Takes back travel-card*

Clerk: Enjoy your stay, if that's even possible.

*Danford walks out of Customs and into the strange, bustling jungle that is Falcon City.*
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# 544
08-21-2012, 09:35 AM
Onboard the bismark.

Matthew: you all have been my handpicked officers. I have chosen you because you all do your jobs well. I am putting you all in charge of making sure the fleet runs smoothly. Before anyone can ask i have important business i must take care of away from here. Any questions. No good. You will find your instructions on your padds dismissed.

He soon leaves the ship abourd his modified captains yatch. Heading for the transwarp gate to battle group omega. When he arrives he enters the gate and heads into borg space. Where he receives a short data transmission.
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# 545
08-21-2012, 03:24 PM
*Shelana sits in her ready room during the night to check on status reports.*

Shelana: Now I see why he hated this part of the job.. *sips some coffee and set in down on the desk* What do you think of these new ensigns sir? Something just seems odd about a lot of them. Dorman however I dunno how to say it.. *she glances over to the bust of her predecessor in the ready room. It was hard to see the Admiral a friend she knew from the Battle of Vega commit to pushing an asteroid back with a shuttle craft.. It was harder still after the miracle happened, there was no sign of the shuttle, just a warm bright light.*

I wonder if I should contact Kara and tell her the news.... ( she shuts her eyes and rubs them a little) No... she would die if I told her... I think its best that she remain blissfully ignorant of what has happened.

*A beep on her terminal*

*SHelana taps it and it is Admiral Derek Ross, his eyes a metallic brown but still as caring as ever.*

Derek Ross: Evening Captain.

Shelana: To you as well Admiral.

Derek Ross: I tried to talk to you about what happened to me over the past couple of weeks but I admit it was a bad time. A bad time for everyone.

Shelana: Yes.. I know.. You knew him since the academy days didn't you?

Derek Ross: Yeah he was as brash as he was then too. But he was friendly, heck me, him, Val, and Bat'rak perhaps knew him quite well. I think that Starfleet had not seen a group such as us for a long time.

Shelana: Are you sure you wanted to reminisce ?

Derek Ross: Oh.. I am sorry... Just hard for me too... A lot at times. Especially since there was so much I wanted to ask him about this ascension. Especially when it happened to me, it was and is still overwhelming... Feeling the entire galaxy, feeling the lifeforce of the cosmos. The warmth inside a lot of us. But I especially feel more than that for you, none of it matters...

Shelana: *she interrupts Ross* Are you even sure thats what you feel? I just don't know about all of the ascension stuff... It just seems too much...

Derek Ross: I assure you Shelana I my feelings haven't changed.. Are you sure you are not trying to press what Northman did to all of us on me...

Shelana: I am sorry Derek... It is just going to take me awhile to get used to all of this.

Derek Ross: Of course Shelana... I understand that.. You know where to reach me when you get used to it..

*The transmission ends.*

Shelana: *sighs* Damn it... *All her rage is focused on the memory of Northman...and despair because she knew her friend would not want her to hate him... But pity him... and not to mourn for the dead, but to pity the living especially those like Northman.*
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# 546
08-21-2012, 04:16 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by ryan218 View Post
*Deep Space 61, Torpedo Bay 119. Captains Allington and Saph have returned from the Memorial Service on Celes Prime, now forced to conduct a funeral and memorial service of their own*

Ryan: We've gone through some tough times in the past few weeks. I don't think any of us were ready for it. We've lost a lot of good men and women, lost a lot of friends. But, it's important that we remember that they died in the service of their duty, and the principles they swore to protect. We, therefore, commit these bodies to the deep.

*Amazing Grace plays*

Security Lt.: Attention! *All attendees stand at attention*

*Ryan begins reciting the names of all 563 officers killed in the recent attacks*

Ryan: Davison, R. Mandelli, T. And Berman, R. From the stars we came, and to the stars we return, from now until the end of time.

*Outside, 12 Peregrine fighters escort 563 torpedo casings carrying the bodies of those lost, as the travel toward the nearby star.*

*Back at the ceremony*

Ryan: Dismissed.

*As every attending officer leaves the room, save one, Captain Saph walks over to Ryan*

Ryan: This is the worst part of the job; having to commit their bodies...

Daya: There's one thing worse. Have you contacted their families yet?

Ryan: You're right. *Sighs* That's the worst part. Every time I try to phrase the letters of condolences, it just... doesn't sound right.

Daya: I'll give you a hand. 198 of those crewman were from my crew.

Ryan: Daya, right now you're--

Daya: I've still got a couple of months.

Ryan: And then what? A Nadion Radiation burst is gonna kill your symbiont? Then you die a few hours later?

Daya: There are risks when becoming a host, Ryan. I am the youngest Trill to be joined, that means I had to be even more aware of what I was getting into. I had to worry about risks when I joined Starfleet as well.

Ryan: That doesn't make it any easier! This is why I hate having to write those letters! It--

Daya: You're changing the subject! I've got 2 months. That's 2 months for Saph to be cured. I'd rather look at it like that than looking at it like I only have 2 months.

Ryan: It's just... It's just that...

Daya: What?

Ryan: We've been friends since day one at the Academy, right?

Daya: Yeah, so?

Ryan: When my parents died, you were one of the only people I could talk to, and one of the only people who helped my choose to stay in Starfleet.

Daya: I remember.

Ryan: The day we graduated, I told you that there was something I wanted to tell you. Then, my shuttle to Utopia Planetia arrived and... I didn't get time to say it.

Daya: Say what?

Ryan: The day you helped me accept what happened to my parents' deaths, I think I... I fell in love with you. It just, always felt strange talking to you about it and-- Why are you smiling like that?

Daya: Ryan,... I've been in love with you since Day One.

*The two just stand there, holding each other in the other's arms.*

*Raptor's Perch. A small planet in the Epsilon Dragos System. No where else would you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's for this reason, the Klingon Empire and Starfleet Command keep the planet under close surveillance for outlaw traffic, such as the Orion Freighter touching down at Falcon Space-port at this very moment, undoubtedly carrying a heavy load of slave labour for purchase, including several abductees from a Federation Starship not too far away, and also a passenger; a certain Starfleet Intelligence Operative, found in a shuttle not far away, whose name didn't come up on any SI personnel rosters. His mission: Identify and extract an operative from his bureau whose cover is at risk. He walks off the loading ramp, tagging Federation and Klingon Citizens for beam-out upon reaching either faction's space, heading for check-in*

Clerk: This travel-card hasn't been used in some time.

Agent: I've been doing a lot of business out on the rim.

Clerk: Seen anything interesting?

Agent: ...Yes.

Clerk: Well, Mr. Danford, everything seems to be in order.

Danford: Thank you. *Takes back travel-card*

Clerk: Enjoy your stay, if that's even possible.

*Danford walks out of Customs and into the strange, bustling jungle that is Falcon City.*
*A bar just outside Falcon City. Danford approaches a woman sitting at the bar and takes a seat next to her.*

Danford: It's a beautiful night tonight.

Woman: Really? How many stars can you see?

Danford: 31.

*The two walk over to a table near the east wall of the room, sitting down and activating an acoustic dampening field*

Woman: We can talk privately now. Drake sent you?

Danford: You did hit your subspace transponder. There's a ship outside the city waiting to pick us up.

Woman: You mean to pick you up.

Danford: What are you--?

Woman: The syndicate's onto me. I'll never make it off the planet. *Hands him a data rod* This rod has every byte of data I've collected. Triple Baker 31 cypher encryption. Get it to Frank!

*As Danford leaves the bar, followed by the Woman a few moments later, he hears an energy blast, probably a plasma-based phaser, meaning Starfleet, whiz past his head. He turns around to see a pile of dust where the Female S-31 agent was moments ago. He makes his way to the extraction point, getting aboard his escape vehicle and leaving the system as fast as possible.*
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# 547
08-21-2012, 05:30 PM
Matthew sits in his shuttle as he heads back. His console beeps as he slowly turns he taps a few controls.

Man: do you have my target for me.

Rommel: yes he is a starfleet admiral i need removed to make it easier to get my goals achieved. Your target is admiral ross. I can arrange a meeting between the two of us if you would like. I want accidents to befall all of these "mutant" officers in command. Do your job well and dont trace it back to me and you will be payed very well.

Man: they will never know what hit them.

Rommel sits back in his chair looks over at a holo of a woman and a child. Silently curses northman for there deaths and swears again to himself that these mutant humans wont threaten any normal person again.
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# 548
08-21-2012, 07:32 PM
*USS Dogos Gear is on patrol near the Romulan border. They have been extremely friendly and chatty since the miracle on Celes Prime. They have made overtures for peace and an Allaince with the klingon empire and with the Federation. With the moderate number of Newtypes among all races peace was becoming more of a reality. Something never seen before. The VGI with its near annihalation by Northman the remnants rejoined their respective governments.*

Derek Ross: * Sits in his ready room looking at a picture of the group he was with at the academy... They were 4 but now they are now three..* *sighs* I know Allen I am learning as well as I can this peace must be secured. But why do I feel unease, like someone is watching me.

*Door rings*

Derek Ross: Come

*It is Lt Fari*

Derek Ross: What is it Lt?

Fari: I have the report of our scans of the area. *Hands the Admiral the data pad*

Derek Ross: *Reads the data pad* Naturally nothing much of real note. Except... Emissions from a area close to the ship.

Fari: Commander Dexter is already sending security teams to check the area and the jefferies tubes, also checking for any missing crewmen.

*This puts Ross at unease but he senses breathing, like a low nervous breathing wondering somewhere near by*

Fari: Admiral?

Derek Ross: I want you to have Lt Commander Faller to raise the intruder alert. Have every one armed and on alert. All main systems locked out to everyone but me, and I want a security detail around all senior crew. Myself especially.

*USS Dogos Gear goes on to alert and security teams in EV suits secure the ship on the hull and disable the self destruct mechanism and remove it. *

*Security platoon leader reports in*

Sec.: We have secured the vessel, we are scanning for its origin and manufacture.

Derek Ross: Be quick about it. I don't trust that vessel once you have scanned the vessel scuttle it.

*With a salute the security team finishes scans of the vessel and scuttles the vessel.*

Derek Ross: What does this intruder want?

*The breathing gets louder.*

Derek Ross: *Sits down and relaxes as the breathing gets louder and a murderous intent becomes present.*

* A man drops into the ready room and slaughters the guards with familliar moves.*

Derek Ross: So a former MACO officer..

*The assassin is stunned*

Derek Ross: I know that your here to kill me.

Assassin: Thats right your existence is offending certain people that don't want a repeat of Northman...

Derek Ross: That kind of thinking always makes more violence and more Northman's and more hatred. The same thing that consumed our galaxy before.

*The assassin is stuck pondering those words. But Ross fires a high powered stunning phaser shot that takes him down*

*Ross grabs the assassin and shouts*

Ross: Who sent you?

Assassin: Go screw yourself mutant!

*The assassin bites down on something and starts convulsing and is soon dead*

Derek Ross: God damn it..

*Ross opens the door and Commander Dexter forces the door.*

Dexter: Admiral! Are you alright?

Ross: I am fine. Have the doctor preform an autopsy. I want you to patch in to Starfleet Command.

Dexter: Sir?

Ross: Things are now becoming bad Commander... We should have any newtypes protected. Also Patch in Captain Ryan.
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# 549
08-21-2012, 07:42 PM
*USS Odyssey*

*Dorman has been working his tail off for the last 7 days to make a good impression on his crew*

Lt. Dreyden: Hey Willy, do you think you can spare some time for the holodeck?

Dorman: Sure, I am finished here anyway.

*The two begin walking to the holodeck and are chatting up a storm but Dorman just can't explain why he is uneasy. As they near the holodeck a sense of cold dread is surrounding it... Commander Kimber is drawing closer to it.*

Dorman: Dreyden... wait... something is not right....

Dreyden: What?

Dorman: *Shouting to Commander Kimber* Commander get away from there! It isn't safe *He runs over and drags her away.*

Kimber: Ensign What in the **** are you doing?

*The console explodes*

Kimber: Okay... how..

Dorman: I dunno... It did not feel right... It just didn't.

Kimber: Good instincts..

*As security arrives to the deck Dorman is confused and starts pondering...*

' What the hell'
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# 550
08-21-2012, 07:43 PM
Commodore rommel receives a encrypted messgae in his ready room. As he reads it he clenches his fists and slams one into the wall leaving a large dent. He curses to himself. And types up a few codes. Sending them to agents speard out through out the quadrant. He begins thinking of ways to use the new situation to his advantage. But now also knows that ross is going to be more of a problem then he thought.

"Helm set course for starbase 39 sierra."

"Aya sir"

He knows he cant act to quickly or someone will figure it out. But certain romulan officials might want to help. He sends a message to certain romulan leaders.
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