Dark tides are in motion for the Federation. With no on e to turn to, will the Task Force assigned to Praetorian prevent, or ignite a civil war within the United Federation of Planets?
Star Trek: Utopia's Fall is a story surrounding a rogue element of Starfleet that determines the Federation has become complacent and too weak. This rogue element seeks to start the first Federation Civil War in history with the goal of turning the Federation into a military state for the duration of the emergency.
Using the multiple crises around the galaxy, the rogue element begins to gain support, even from the most unlikely of allies - a Vulcan by the name of Karus, who works to turn the Federation's oldest ally into its worst enemy.
In the middle of this crisis, a new enemy arises - the Eri'luroc, a mysterious race with startling abilities and technology that rivals the Federation.
Leading this effort is a rogue Starfleet Admiral, Josiah Toddman, who has a family history steeped in Starfleet. Captain Matt Jerrickson, a former student and adopted son of Toddman, works to expose the depth of Toddman's betrayal and with the help of his friends and allies, bring Toddman to justice.
As the veil of secrecy is pulled aside the filthy truth of possible civil war is revealed. Can the fighting be stemmed in time to preserve the Federation, or will 200 years of sacrifice, honor and peaceful cooperation come crashing down?
Greetings, fellow beings.
We apologize for the interruption of your standard entertainment and information feeds. We have just been made aware that Starfleet Command has apparently been withholding information regarding a serious internal security matter.
We have received this image from Outpost Sumter space, in which you can clearly see Federation starships engaging each other in combat:
When we contacted Starfleet Command for further information, we were told this was a matter of internal security and was classified. However, we here at the FNS believe in freedom of information and the truth.
We have reviewed transmissions received at another nearby starbase, Starbase 381, and though the transmissions were heavily scrambled, our specialists were able to make out a name - Toddman.
We believe this to be Admiral Josiah Toddman. Here is a file photo of him giving a speech at a conference on Earth Space Dock:
Admiral Toddman has a family steeped in Starfleet history, going back nearly to the very founding of the Federation, the most notable of which is Vice Admiral Toddman of Starfleet Security during the Dominion War.
Our research indicated that Admiral Josiah Toddman has not been heard from for several months, and was last stationed at Starfleet Intelligence. His office could not be reached for comment and our sources in the Federation Assembly are not talking.
His last recorded speech at Earth Space Dock called for an increased arms buildup to deal with increased threats to the Federation. Many of his fellow officers were reported to agree with his ideas, but the call for increased armament was voted down by a majority in the Assembly. Toddman has not been heard from since.
Our records indicate Starbase 381 is the home of the 26th fleet, under the command of Admiral Jennifer N. Hunter. Rest assured, we will be contacting the Admiral to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Why are Federation starships firing on one another during wartime? Where is Admiral Toddman and why is his name being mentioned in priority communiques to Starbase 381?
We will report more as we find out. We now return you to your standard feeds.
The Federation New Service offers insight into events on Qo'nos... but what could the Klingons have to do with renegade Starfleet officers...?
Greetings, fellow beings.
Reports are coming out of the Klingon home world, Qo'Nos, regarding some kind of disturbance. Normally, the internal affairs of the Klingon Empire and kept tightly under wraps, but we received the following transmission anonymously.
*The image shifts to a shot of the First City where random fires and explosions can be seen.*
"Admiral... what does it mean, 'Toddman's prizes have escaped?'" a young lieutenant looked up from his station to Admiral Hunter who stood glaring at the massive display screen where long range scans, astrometric data and new reports simultaneously unfolded in a holographic symphony.
"We have to consider what Toddman's prizes might actually be, Lieutenant. I doubt its a set of rare Captain Proton commemorative plates." Hunter looked over with a smirk, then realizing the young officer was Vulcan she adds, "I think it means I have 2 Captains comporting themselves as unruly guests. Contact Captains Poel and Rel'valis immediately, and put all commands on alert status right away."
"Aye, aye, Admiral. Anything else?"
"Yes... I want the hospital ship USS Curie to set course for Qo'nos immediately. Clearly something is wrong, and we should offer medical and disaster relief assistance. I want her covered by any of our cloaked ships... contact Captain Sprint immediately. Prep the Transwarp Gateway to facilitate emergency recall of our ships in the event we need to play that card. Step to it... its going to be a busy day."
((OOC - My intention is that we RP these measures, perhaps this evening, or as the case may warrant. This post is mainly to seed some more story drama for all to hook on to))
I have the usual procastination problems about deciding just what to write in the enrollment form (partly cos I have written just about anything) but I have made in-game contact with Sprint01.
I can scramble if need be or go through proper flight school channels lol
Sorry to intrude on a Starfleet fleet site. Just wanted to say hello to an old (she's not that old) friend. Carmenara, I see you found a home. Congratulations.
If you ever do decide to run on the KDF side, please look up my House. House of Aler Acht'Jar; we are also an RP focused house although not at the level of naval protocal as yourself. Feal free to visit anytime.
a.k.a. Nador Ekoor (the dastardly notorious, double headed dragon snake named by the Vulcan Khoelinar Fleet)
Lieutenant (j.g.) Justin Prestman leaned back in his helm chair with a tired sigh. Staring at the blank forward view screen he contemplated leaving his post for the mess hall. Docked at Praetorian left the young over eager helm officer with nothing to do, and as the OOD at 0100hrs ship board time, he was the only officer on duty at the moment.
Making a clucking sound with his tongue he slowly spun his chair around to face the rest of the cramped compartment. The lights were dimmed for night operations, and the majority of the crew were either asleep, or enjoying themselves aboard the starbase. As a formality, at least one watch officer was to manage the bridge in case of emergency. Justin had drawn the short straw.
His eyes refocused on the port hatchway and a smile tugged at his lips. Leaning in the hatch way was one Lieutenant Paddie Groah, her uniform exchanged for loose fitting silk Pajamas, her long dark hair pulled up into a much more casual and loosely held formation of her normal duty attire.
Just the way Justin liked it, and she knew it. She was a Betazoid after all.
?You know? you woke me up,? he said with a small smirk. She leaned off of the railing, allowing the hatchway to glide shut behind her. Justin simply smiled as he slid his hands back behind his fingers and interlocked them. ?I didn?t mean to. I was just trying to keep myself occupied?.,? he said with a knowing smile. ?So, what, did you come to complain??
Paddie?s smile lit up the compartment as she slid down onto her boyfriend?s lap. ?Yes, consider this my noise complaint to the bridge. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself, until you get home.? She leaned forward just enough to meet his lips with her own, arousing, tantalizing thoughts filtering from Justin?s mind to her own? before she sat back. ?Oh, that?s right. You?re on duty!?, she exclaimed teasingly as her hand came down on his chest in a swat. ?No TLC for you, Mister.?
Pleasant surprise turned to abject shock as he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her waist. ?You?re a tease. There has to be something about that in the SCMJ. No tantalizing the OOD, or something.?
Before Paddie could respond with something witty a console at her own duty station beeped for attention. Paddie bit her lower lip, casting a look over to the Combat Astrogator?s station. Lips pursing, she pushed herself off of Justin and made her way over to the station. ?What is it?,? Justin asked as he sat up in his chair, the playfulness dashed by the interruption.
?Not sure,? she responded, before she fit her head set over her ear- tapping commands into the touch interface she replied to the hail with a crisp Betazoid accent. ?Praetorian, this is Monitor- go ahead.?
Justin folded his arms over his chest and watched Paddie with a sour expression, a sense of dread creeping up in his stomach. She cast a glance at him, either responding to his own thoughts on the matter, or the operations manager aboard the station. After a moment she responded with a curt ?acknowledged?, and cut the link.
?Wheres the Captain?,? she asked, leaning a hip onto the padded rail of the work station. Justin offered her a knowing smirk. ?He called earlier tonight, said he?d be over on Columbia. Said He?d check back in with us for Alpha shift. Why, what?s up??
Worry etched the young woman?s face, highlighted by the dimmed lights of the bridge. ?Orders from the Admiral- We?re being sent to Qo?nos.?