Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 05:47:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)<br></div><strong>Stardate 2/0809.22</strong><br>The sun crept over the horizon of Terra slowly, like a being freshly roused from its slumber, casting its early light upon the surface of the brilliant blue marble below. The city of San Francisco began to awaken itself, with traffic going from a steady trickle to a stream as thousands of people went about their daily work. This was especially true at the San Francisco Naval Yards as shift change occurred. Scattered throughout the numerous open bays were components under construction for the finishing yards overhead, along with hundreds of containers destined for the faintly glowing star above that was Starbase One.<br><br>Chief Petty Officer Willy Meson signed off on a container with a long sixteen digit tracking number, pressing his thumb to the screen to confirm it was loaded with the shipment destined for Starbase One. With that out of the way, Lieutenant Junior Grade Kara Yousell entered her authorization, and the automated shuttle lifted off, guided by the sophisticated computer systems of San Francisco Yard’s flight controller along a flight path up through the atmosphere. The automatic shuttle didn’t have any appreciation for the beauty as the Earth slowly fell away, the bright blue of the morning sky giving way to the darkness of space, or the slowly approaching glint of Starbase One as it grew larger in front of it.<br><br>Starbase One was one of Starfleet’s crowning achievements. A flattened sphere, the station was over 5 kilometers long at her widest point, ringed with six smaller spheres at over a kilometer wide each. Inside each sphere was a full starship repair yard, capable of holding even the largest proposed Starfleet vessels over the next century, along with two smaller vessels of the light cruiser variety or smaller. The station had an entire section dedicated to the largest arboretum in space, stretching over a kilometer across three decks and lined with restaurants for a true park experience without leaving the station. In addition to the numerous stores and trading hubs, there was also the vast bureaucracy of Starfleet and her many branches, holding over three thousand Starfleet personnel to handle the laborious task of getting starships, personnel, and resources spread throughout the enormous sphere of Federation influence.<br><br>Nestled inside one of the spheres for her final fitting out was a vessel that, upon first glance, didn’t appear too remarkable on her own. At 237 meters long, she was not the largest vessel produced by Starfleet, nor was she particularly heavy at 150,000 metric tons. What made her special was that she was the first of her class, the new Avenger series designed to take up patrol along some of Starfleet’s critical hotspots and free up other classes, such as the Constitution, to resume her original intended role as deep space explorers. As such, her cruising speed of warp 7 was respectable enough to get her to the fight, and her onboard systems were some of the most formidable packed onto a cruiser frame to date. <br><br>On board, it was a genuine madhouse of activity as station personnel mixed with starship personnel to finalize the installation of components that had either been on order when she underwent shakedown or just weren’t installed because they were unneeded, like the artwork and decorations for the ship’s 91 officers and 269 enlisted personnel. Her aft shuttle bays were open, forcefields keeping the atmosphere inside as the automated shuttle, freshly arrived from the San Francisco yards, arrived and moved through the barrier to land exactly as specified. Her bolts released, leaving the container behind as it turned around to begin its journey back to San Francisco for more cargo needed elsewhere. Eustin Collee, crewman 2nd class, slid his identification into the lock on the container and opened it to reveal pallets of food meant for the ship’s cargo bays. Using a pallet jack, he began unloading the container, scanning each pallet and identifying its final location before moving it. He was not alone, as he could easily spot a dozen other members of the crew conducting similar operations under the direction of a nervous looking Ensign patrolling the shuttlebay with his checklist, being watched over by a Chief Petty Officer 1st class.<br><br>The ship was nearing final completion. She had been checked and certified as being within specifications, her shakedown cruise had been a success, and she was scheduled to depart within the next two days. For her crew that had yet to completely arrive, Starbase One would be their last chance at liberty and freedom before they were confined to the <em>Avenger</em> for months on end as she travelled the hundreds of lightyears from Terra to her new station at Starbase Ten, located on the edge of the Triangle. Only the Captain would have their official orders, specially sealed inside the captain’s personal safe in his quarters that would only be opened by him once the ship was properly underway. What he chose to disclose to the crew would be at his discretion.<br><br>Soon, the adventure would begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 03:25:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starbase One &gt; Starfleet Repair Bay &gt; <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas walked through the passageways of the <em>Avenger</em> at a leisurely pace as he listened to his companion, his hands loosely clasped together at the small of his back. Said companion--Juan Marco, Enlisted Crewman 2nd Class--was busy wheeling a stack of crates filled with supplies towards the ship's medical storage lockers; but he was not so busy with the task that he could not talk and walk at the same time.<br><br>"And Maria? Maria will be eleven this October! I just can't believe it," Juan said, voiced filled with the enthusiasm that only a parent speaking about his or her child can ever really manage.<br><br>"My goodness, is she excited to continue her studies?" Khal'vanas asked, somewhat interrupting, but skillfully keeping the flow of the conversation on path even as the two men walked their own path deeper into the ship.<br><br>"Are you kidding me, Doc?" Juan laughed, shaking his head with a rueful smile. "At that age there ain't nobody who wants to go to school. But I made sure she got all her homework done over the break, let me tell you. She's going to be an officer one day." The pair turned into the sick bay and entered the complex through the intensive care unit. The ICU was empty now, and hopefully would be for a very long time to come, but the array of patient beds and medical equipment, and the nurse's station nearby, made the room's purpose clear enough.<br><br>"Really? You'd have to tie me down to one of these tables to get me to stop studying," the doctor replied, smiling warmly. Like many Deltans, he was careful to maintain a certain sense of formality with non-Deltans. Other species did not always react well, or predictably for that matter, to the uplifting physical and emotional support of a traditional Deltan interaction. But where many Deltans allowed this fact to leave them stiff and stand-offish with non-Deltans, his years with Humans had taught Khal'vanas to relax that side of himself--to show a little more of his true Deltan warmth. He just had to remind himself to keep his hands to himself outside of the examining room. There were not many "huggers" in Starfleet, at least not in his experience.<br><br>Even so, the joke hit home, and Juan laughed again. "Hoo-hee, Doc, I think it's about the right reverse for Maria. But maybe that's why you ended up a Doc?" He grinned over at the bald man, as they finally reached their destination. Khal'vanas went to help unload the boxes, but Crewman Marco held him off with a raised palm. "I got it, Doc, I got it. I appreciate it, but I'd be running laps around the arboretum if I let you pull something helping me, you know?"<br><br>Khal'vanas smiled peaceably, and stepped away, folding his hands behind his back once more. "Very well. I would like those on that shelf there, then," he nodded to where he meant. "Next to the dermaline gel. Ah, those jars there, yes."<br><br>Khal'vanas had, honestly, enjoyed his time on Starbase One. Unlike most of the crew, he had been there for months now, and in that time he had made friends of just about whoever he could corner inside the confined atmosphere. He had friends on Terra that he might have visited while waiting for the ship's preparations to be finished, of course, but for the Deltan, new meetings held their own special pleasure. And he had taken great pleasure, indeed, in enjoying the space station, and all the comings and goings that occurred there. There was no artifice in any friendship he made. From the lowliest janitor to flag officers, he treated everyone as though they were equal in value. And their value was high. This trait of his allowed for genuine connections, and fast camaraderie, thanks in no small part to Khal'vanas's empathic abilities, of course. But friendship is where it had to end for Khal'vanas, at least among Starfleet's crew. Like all of his species, in choosing to serve, he had also chosen to promise that he would not try to form any <em>deeper</em> connections with people. Perhaps that's why Juan's next question left him a little sad.<br><br>"How about you, Doc? You have any kids?"<br><br>"Not yet," Khal'vanas replied, smiling once the shock of the question wore off. "I've yet to find someone who can put up with me."<br><br>Crewman Marco grinned at that, lifting the last of the crates up onto the shelf. "Well, it'll sneak up on you. Love, I mean."<br><br>Khal'vanas chuckled gently as the Human tried to lecture him on emotions and love. It was a bit like having a five-year old trying to explain a warp reactor to the Chief Engineer. But just as in that imaginary scenario, it was still endearing in a quaint way. "Indeed," he settled on that for his response. And then Juan returned to the cart and wheeled it around, nodding.<br><br>"I better get back to work then. Nice talking with you, Doc!"<br><br>"The pleasure was all mine, Crewman. Please don't exert yourself out there. I'm still on shore leave: I'd hate to end my vacation early to treat a patient."<br><br>With another grin, Juan left the doctor alone in his sickbay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 04:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scifanatic-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/dsc-s2promo-becomingpike-head2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Starbase One &gt;Main Transporter Room&gt; <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>It had been a long few months of overseeing the salvage and recovery of the <em>Lexington</em>, getting her back to the Mars shipyards, then a follow up assignment at Command Staff and Tactics College.&nbsp; Now it was finally here, his ship, ready for her first mission deployment.&nbsp; He did not expect the first few weeks would be the smoothest.&nbsp; It was not his first experience with a brand new ship, but it would be as its commanding officer.&nbsp; A new crew had its issues to start with as well.&nbsp; Both together represented a challenge, but Decimus knew he was up to the task.&nbsp; A few weeks of shake down to find the rough spots and edges, then to make everything work like clockwork.<br><br>Decimus did have to stop at the main observation lounge in Starbase One to give a long stare at his ship.&nbsp; It was a weighted moment as one of the lessons taught in the first week at Command College was there might be many commands in his future, but he would always compare them to his first command, his first ship.&nbsp; The <em>Lexington</em> did not count.&nbsp; He assumed command during a crisis yes, but it was not his ship.&nbsp; Such would not be the case with the <em>Avenger</em>, and while her purpose was not the same as when her keel was first laid, he was certain the ship as well as his crew could handle whatever mission Starfleet Command assigned them.<br><br>Decimus moved away from the viewport after several long moments and made his way to the transporter room.&nbsp; &nbsp;The yeoman at the terminal sent over the official request.&nbsp; It took a moment before the yeoman nodded and turned towards Decimus.&nbsp; <strong>"They are ready for you Captain Courcel.&nbsp; Energizing in five, four, three, Godspeed Captain."</strong>&nbsp; Then there was the flash of light, the slight sense of dissociation before the world snapped back into place, and Decimus found himself in the transporter room on board the <em>Avenger</em>, his ship, and the moment was everything he had thought it would be and more.<br><br>The chief of the ship was present, and she smiled and made a gesture towards Decimus as he stepped off the transporter pad, and the pipping of a senior officer, a tradition dating back hundred of years, sounded as he did so.&nbsp; <strong>"Welcome aboard, Captain Courcel.&nbsp; Computer, note in the ship's log of the arrival of the commanding officer of the Federation Starship <em>U.S.S. Avenger</em>, by order of Starfleet Command, order number beta five, six, twelve, sigma.&nbsp; Sir, the ship is yours.&nbsp; You have command."</strong><br><br>Decimus smiled as well and spoke in a resounding voice as he completed yet another ritual as old as the whistles which announced his arrival.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, Master Chief.&nbsp; Computer, Captain Decimus Imriel Courcel, Delta Beta Sigma three, five, two.&nbsp; By order of Starfleet Command, order number beta, five, six, twelve, sigma, I assume command."</strong>&nbsp; Next came the voice of the Avenger's computer for everyone present on board, and not only in the transporter room.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Noted in ship's log change of command from administration station to commanding officer of record, Captain Decimus Courcel.&nbsp; All commands and protocols transferred.&nbsp; Welcome aboard, Captain Courcel."</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 23:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br>Location: Starbase One &gt; Captain Tehrn's Quarters<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"It looks good on you, I'm pleased to see you were approved." Captain Terh said with a nod and hint of pride in his voice as he looked to his guest's uniformed chest. There upon the breast of the recently promoted Commander Johnathan McFadden's dress uniform, sat his newly pinned Latinum Star. "And now Executive Officer no less, they should have given you a command but at least you will be under an able Captain."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Indeed!" Offered another guest in the room, Captain Sylla commented "He was on the Lexington and survived. It is said he is rather capable." Along with the two Andorian officers were a young junior attache, Human, and a Vulcan Commander.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"The Latinum Star..." Captain Sylla continued, "the Captain is right of course, it indeed looks very nice indeed" a tone to her words and quirk of her mouth might have made one wonder if she was purposely teasing.&nbsp; As she spoke, the attache set out several small glasses, on Terh's desk, before then retrieving a carafe, and pouring a blue, glowing liquid from inside. He poured for McFadden first, then Terh, Sylla, the other Vulcan, and finally himself. He set the carafe down as Captain Terh first raised his serving of Andorian ale.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"To our new Commander and, " he paused looking to McFadden "a trusted friend. We wish you the best of luck aboard your new ship."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Here, here" spoke several voices before all but one of the assembled officers drank. Then turning to the other Vulcan in the room, T'pok, the Captain asked rhetorically. "Not even for such an occassion? Hmmph." he chuckled and turned to McFadden. "I have one more gift before you leave us. " He announced as he began refilling empty glasses, while the Lieutenant attache reached into a drawer and set a rectangular box on the table, before his Captain.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Captain Terh opened the box, lid flipping up and outward towards McFadden. "In our time together, I have watched you closely, and can honestly say that I would wish you at my side in the face of any danger. I believe I have witnessed you assist more Klingon to find their way to Stovokor, with your bare hands, than most ships have managed with all of their weaponry. This said, I shudder to think how you might do with this." The Captain withdrew a small satin wrapped package, placed it on the desk, and ceremoniously unfolded the satin. McFadden watched quietly, and the other Vulcan's eyes, as well as the two Andorians all widened slightly as they saw an <em>ushaan-tor </em> .<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Originally a miner's blade of Andorian origin, the utility tool had over time become the weapon of honor duels. "Be careful not to lop open any subordinates with that. I believe Starfleet would frown upon that. And of course I would have to answer as to how a pink skinned Vulcan came across the blade. As the Captain and others laughed, another toast was given, and all Andorian eyes turned and quietly stared at Commander T'pok. Getting the hint after a moment, the Commander lifted his glass as well and joined in this time. McFadden, was fortunately far too disciplined to smile, not however by much. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 03:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>Master Chief Petty Officer Tory Leer walked calmly through the corridors of the USS Avenger, heading for the Captain's quarters. He stopped at the entrance and pulled a special badge, pressing it to the door and waiting for the computer to verify his identity before sliding open. Inside, the lights came on to full brightness, and MCPO Leer walked to the desk and sat down. He used his badge to access the special safe built into the Captain's desk, opening it and placing a genuine letter in a sealed envelope inside the safe before closing it again. This letter was the sealed orders for the ship's first mission, and the Captain would only gain access to the safe once the ship was fully underway. With his duty completed, Leer stood and headed out, returning to the station where he would perform similar such duties on all the other vessels due to depart soon.<br><br>Elsewhere, Chief Nurse Jessica Croyle was entering inventory into her terminal. The ship was stocked on all basic medication required to treat the basic ailments likely to be encountered by the crew over the next six months before they arrived at Starbase 10. She stopped and noticed Dr. Khal'vanas had entered Sickbay. She gave him a smile, <strong>"Good morning, Doctor. We're almost done with inventory and any last minute preparations."</strong> <br><br>The Avenger continued its preparations. There was much to do and little time it seemed while the crew stowed away the literal tons of material. As the senior officers walked through the corridors, everyone moved out of their way but continued on their way, carrying boxes and moving materials. The vast bulk of the containers slid along the complex network of smaller tubes scattered throughout the ship, the sleds arriving to drop off a package and then depart. Piggy backing off the complex web of pipes, wires, and ducts that snaked through the ship, it was the most efficient delivery method for bulk materials. But, the system did not deliver everywhere, and some parts had to be delivered by hand. <br><br>It would be a few more hours before launch, but already some of the crew was asleep. They were the third shift crew, and they needed rest to keep from falling asleep on the job later when they went on shift. Another group was preparing to go on shift, helping some but taking what chance they could get while still off shift to grab some recreation and relax. This, naturally, kept the ship's mess constantly busy, preparing food for the ship's busy hands. Right now, they were mostly preparing sandwiches and other quick items for the crew to enjoy while taking five minutes to scarf something down. For those with a bit more time, there were a few meals coming out such as fried chicken, hamburgers, and fried rice. Of course, for someone like the Captain or Commander, meals could be ordered almost any time of the 'day' (though such a concept was meaningless on a starship) of anything on the ship's menu that day. The menu would vary from day to day, but would remain fairly consistent.<br><br>(Leaving it open for people to explore the ship some before we fully depart)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 22:32:09</strong>
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				Natala had drafted a few Spacers to help her move her equipment.&nbsp; She walked backwards through the hallway, carrying two boxes underneath her own arms as she directed each of them in another direction, "Crewman Spencer?&nbsp; Take that to the Social Sciences lab.&nbsp; Crewman Able?&nbsp; Take that to the Hydroponics room..."&nbsp; She tried to pull out her datapad to consult her map of the new ship as she still only partially grasped the layout.&nbsp; "Now what deck is the Astrophysics lab on..."&nbsp; Trying to manage it while holding the containers in her hands resulted in disaster and she dropped the metal box containing sensitive instruments.<br><br>"Oh, Flarb it!" She said as she crouched down to pick up the sensitive instruments that had spilled from the container.&nbsp; She crouched down and quickly began gathering things.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was hardly an auspicious start for the Lieutenant.&nbsp; She was to be the head of the science department, and she'd already made fool of herself by dropping equipment in the middle of the hallway!&nbsp; She groaned in frustration.&nbsp; It didn't help that bending down to pick them up had probably resulted in run in her hose.&nbsp; She sorely regretted opting for the mini-skirt variant of the uniform over some decent trousers.<br><br>Another crewman bent down and helped her gather the things.&nbsp; She thanked him and flashed him a smile.&nbsp; "Thanks.&nbsp; I'm usually more put together then this.&nbsp; Maiden voyage jitters, I guess."&nbsp; She told him as she took her boxes and they went their separate ways.&nbsp; Only then, standing there in the hallway once again with two boxes held under each arm yet again, did she realize that she STILL didn't know which deck the primary science lab was.&nbsp; She let out a frustrated sigh and just started walking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 22:48:48</strong>
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				(If anyone wants they are free to interact with me as I make my rounds around the ship. Otherwise, I will assume that I run into folks who were at various spots in passing. )<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After taking care of final business on the star base, McFadden made his way to the ship, via shuttle craft.&nbsp; Riding with other members of the crew, he reasoned would allow him to get a feel for some of them, while enjoying a lovely view as they approached the new ship. It was not a wasted trip.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;To be Vulcan generally meant the expulsion or severe control of emotion. But there are times, such as now, when the Commander could appreciate his human blood. As the vessel approached the Avenger, he felt a small sense of what one might call pleasure. Perhaps satisfaction would be more accurate. She was an entirely new class of vessel and as her view grew from within the shuttlecraft, it was obvious to his trained eye that her purpose was not exploratory. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was a fearsome sight, more heavily armed than the Constitution class, and from what he had seen and studied, the new Avenger would be kilo per kilo more vicious and powerful than the Federation class. Two of the Avengers could offer twice the phaser and torpedo barrage of the gigantic Dreadnought with less than half the manpower. She was everything the class should be and as the shuttle craft entered the bay, McFadden knew that if the Klingon Defense force did not respect the olive branch of peace, then hard logic would prevail in ensuring the blade of the Federation would put them down.&nbsp; With a little blink he looked up from these thoughts, as the other passengers began to shuffle and offer parting words to the Vulcan with the blade on his hip.<br><br>The Commander, stepped off the boarding ramp and into the docking bay to be greeted by a steward who with a sharp salute, which was quickly returned, moved to take his things to his quarters for him. As his belongings were taken care of for the moment, he began to make his way through the vessel as he familiarized himself a bit with it. A soft mechanical wisp of sound as the turbo lift doors open and McFadden made his first stop.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“XO on the bridge!” Someone snapped off as those not in the middle of any important functions, moved to stand at attention before the Commander interrupted with a crisp, “As you were.” before proceeding to look over the stations one at a time and gather reports so as to be up to speed on all matters before the vessel left its port. This would go on for some time as once he was done speaking with the bridge officers, he then made his way to security, cartography, communications, medical, looked through recreation decks, the crew and officer’s mess, and so on before eventually making his way to his own personal quarters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 15:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Sickbay<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>When Khal'vanas left the medical storage lockers, satisfied with what he'd seen within, he was a little surprised to find Nurse Croyle already at the ICU nurse's station entering inventory and organizing her work space. He smiled. "<strong>Good day, Nurse Croyle. I'm glad to hear it. And if I haven't told you before, I am relieved to have you with me on this journey.</strong>" He had only briefly met the woman who was to be his Chief Nurse, but he had of course already reviewed her file. Her experience and her medical specialties would be worth a great deal to the ship and her crew, and would go a long way in shoring up some of his own weak spots as a medical doctor.<br><br>In truth, he'd never known why nurses and doctors were treated as separate careers by the humans. He considered both diagnosis and treatment <em>and</em> nursing and comfort to be core parts of the same profession, himself. The very idea that a doctor could be rushed, cold, or detached from his or her patients was incredibly surprising to Deltans.<br><br>Of course, the very idea that <em>anyone</em> could be "cold" or "detached" emotionally astonished any Deltan new to the stars. So maybe that was the difference.<br><br>Either way, he was pleased for the help, and glad to see that she was as diligent as he was. That was something you couldn't learn from someone's records. How hardworking they were. "<strong>It sounds as though we'll be getting underway soon. I trust your quarters and office are suitable? Anything we need changed before we set off?</strong>" The Chief Nurse's Office was only a few rooms down, separated from his own office only by the operating theater. Which reminded him that he still needed to check his office, and his quarters!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 22:44:06</strong>
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				Lieutenant Natala saw that her science equipment was stored safely into the several science labs aboard the USS Avenger.&nbsp; She took a moment to survey the facilities.&nbsp; The Avenger lacked some of more complex science labs that could be found on larger vessels, but what components were there were cutting edge.&nbsp; She had to pull herself away from Compiled Matter Analyzer, reminding herself steadily that there would be plenty of time for analyzing compiled matter during the shakedown cruise.<br><br>She spent a little bit of time settling into her quarters.&nbsp; As a senior officer, she had her own room.&nbsp; It was incredibly cold and sterile, but she planned to make homey as soon as possible.&nbsp; Right now, she settled with just hanging up a projected hologram of she and her husband on a Risa beach.&nbsp; What a wild weekend that had been.&nbsp; They had taken full advantage of the liberal attitudes of the other visitors.&nbsp; Both of them had run wild with men, women, and various other genders.&nbsp; She let out a pleased sigh just remembering the orgies.<br><br>Instead of doing some sorely needed decorating though, she proceeded to the sickbay, knowing that she was overdue for a physical.&nbsp; The practical side of her had known she should likely have it done before the ship left spacedock in case anything truly disastrous was found, but the procrastinator side of her had kept her from doing so.&nbsp; <br><br>On the way to sickbay she ran into Commander McFadden.&nbsp; Prior after being given her post, she'd done a little bit of research into him, at least enough to realize he was half Vulcan.&nbsp; In her experience, most half-races tend to fall more on one half than the other, she couldn't help but wonder which side of the coin he leaned towards.&nbsp; "Hello, Commander!"&nbsp; She said in a chipper voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just to make sure she didn't offend either part of his heritage, she raised her hand and split her fingers into a 'V' as part of her greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;"How are your quarters?&nbsp; What do you think of the ship?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 21:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scifanatic-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/dsc-s2promo-becomingpike-head2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge &gt; Captain's Ready Room&gt; Main Engineering&gt; <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr>As soon as the official log of Decimus assuming command was finished, it was a bit of a whirlwind of activity for him as he made his way to his ready room.&nbsp; Decimus did stop in the bridge and got the shift report from the senior officer who had the conn.&nbsp; Decimus told him he still had it till the change to alpha shift, he merely was "checking in".&nbsp; While there were a few rough edges about, there was no major risk to departure time from dock for their mission.&nbsp; Decimus thanked everyone and then buried himself in his ready room for the next hour or so, going through all of the correspondence which did require the captain's eye before a ship got under weigh, little nit-nod details such as last minute crew transfers, signing off on change of supervisors, the dull stuff which never made it into any form of historical data.&nbsp; <br><br>Decimus also put in his first official ship's log before closing down his work terminal and heading out of the bridge, informing the Conn to let Engineering know the Captain was going to be "on deck".&nbsp; If was one of the small things Decimus learned hard when in a senior officers position was the fact one did not just pop on over to a department without giving notice.&nbsp; Doing so implied you did not trust to crew and were trying to catch them "by surprise."&nbsp; All it too was two such incidents on the <em>Lexington</em> for Captain Korolev to pull Decimus aside and inform him of what he was doing and how it was perceived by the crew.&nbsp; It was a hard habit to break, but eventually he managed too.&nbsp; If the ship's "XO" dropping in unannounced was bad form, it was doubly so for the captain, which was why Decimus gave Engineering a "heads up" before he stepped onto the turbo-lift.<br><br>An ensign met Decimus at the entrance to Engineering, the petty officer on duty the one to bark out the age old tradition of "Captain on the deck" for the rest of the Engineering work shift.&nbsp; Decimus quickly waved off of them off and politely informed them to please return to work, he was merely passing through.&nbsp; He assured the ensign there was no censure to be read into his being there, and he had every confidence Engineering would be in "the green" when it was time to ship out.&nbsp; Decimus merely wanted a few moments alone next to the warp core.<br><br>Decimus came up on the core, seeing the new advanced model in place giving the ship far more power output than the original design of the <em>Constitution</em> class.&nbsp; He ran his fingers over the console first, then put his hand out to touch the casing to the warp core itself, speaking softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello there girl.&nbsp; I know you are ready and eager, and trust me I will put you through your paces and give you your head when the time comes.&nbsp; Know I looked over every crew detail, and you have a great crew.&nbsp; Anyone of them, even me, willing to give everything for you.&nbsp; I only ask the same in return.&nbsp; Together, we will get back home.&nbsp; I trust you, now I only ask you trust me.&nbsp; Alright?"</strong><br><br>The ensign was floored and stunned.&nbsp; What type of...special...did command dig up to send to them on their first voyage?&nbsp; The ensign was unsure of what was going on and stepped forward, the look of confusion both clear in his tone and in his body language.&nbsp; <strong>"Captain, is everything alright?"</strong><br><br>Decimus did not turn away from the core, but spoke in a calm voice, with more than a bit of awe and wonder in it.&nbsp; <strong>"From time immortal, sailors have called a ship a "she", giving it a female gender.&nbsp; There are many reason behind it ensign, but in the end, they knew, even back then they knew a ship was more than wood and tar, tack and sail, just as the <em>Avenger</em> here is more than isoliner chips, antimatter core, and other composited materials.&nbsp; She is more than the sum of her parts, she is more than only her crew.&nbsp; All of it together makes her more than a simple object hurling through space and time."</strong><br><br>Decimus moved about slowly, and it was more than the ensign who was observing him, near all the staff on hand had stopped working and were listening to the man speak out loud in a tone which bordered near reverence.&nbsp; <strong>"You have to treat her right, you have to treat her with respect, to let her know you ask no more of her then you would of yourself.&nbsp; Do that, and she will treat you right in turn.&nbsp; When your warp core should breech from the damage it suffered, it won't.&nbsp; She will hold out her structural integrity field long enough to allow you to escape a vented hull.&nbsp; Even when against the odds you should have abandoned her, she will fight for you.&nbsp; Till her very last breath she will give it if you display to her to same loyalty and conviction and belief in her."</strong><br><br>Decimus stopped then and turned to the small audience he had.&nbsp; There was not a trace of embarrassment in his voice when he spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"We should have been dead at the battle of Rigel IV.&nbsp; We were outgunned, and the Klingons had the <em>Lexington</em> dead to rights, but we did not.&nbsp; We lived because we fought on, for her, the Lady Elle we called her, and she did the same for us, getting her warp core back on line for us to leave the engagement, to live on to fight another day.&nbsp; I make no bones about it.&nbsp; I did not save over three hundred people during the battle, my crew did, the Lady Elle did, because a ship is more than simple machine built into complex machines.&nbsp; She is a lady in her own right, and I am letting this lady know I am here for her, <em>we</em> are here for her.&nbsp; I wanted to do so now before we got under weigh.&nbsp; Keep up the good work now."</strong>&nbsp; With those last words said, Decimus left Engineering and headed back to the turbo lift.<br><br>The ensign made his way over to the petty officer, a shake of disbelief in head head.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you believe that nonsense Mr. Coles?&nbsp; I mean a ship is a ship.&nbsp; A fine piece of engineering yes, and the <em>Avenger</em> is finer than near anything out there, but still in the end, its a ship.&nbsp; There is no life here, no sentience."</strong><br><br>The petty officer gave a shake of her own head, but this one was not with the body of disbelief, but in disagreement with her supervisor.&nbsp; <strong>"I have to agree to disagree with you there "Ensign".</strong>&nbsp; She said, giving the age old nick name to the officer.&nbsp; There might bee many ensigns on board, but in the petty officer's eyes, there was only one "Ensign", her "Ensign".&nbsp; Everyone else were merely "nuggets".<br><br>The petty officer's words cause the ensign to look away from his pad and give her a scrutinizing look.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you mean?"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Coles did not miss a beat in her response, leaving over the main engineering console before continuing on.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean there must be something to it, as when the Captain was making his little speech there, the number three line finally came on-line and in spec.&nbsp; We have been working the damned thing all shift, and I was about to down check it and start the process of replacing the whole unit.&nbsp; Did not want to do it, as it would delay us getting out of dry dock, but nothing was working.&nbsp; Now..."</strong>&nbsp; Coles made a gesture with her hand.&nbsp; <strong>"I am having them run the diagnostic again, but she is within spec and ready to go.&nbsp; It might be a coincidence, but its hard to do in light of everything the Captain said, in the face of everything I know what happened on board the <em>Lexington</em>, I thing I can spare the new girl here some belief in her." </strong><br><br>The ensign looked over the situation, calling up his own check on the auxiliary power check which he had been banging his head against the bulkhead trying to solve as well.&nbsp; A false negative with one the the iso chip in its diagnostic sub routine.&nbsp; No one had corrected it since its replacement.&nbsp; A temperamental part.&nbsp; Now they were in the home stretch and can complete the rest of the work needed to get the ship launched, with time to even spare if no other problems reared their ugly heads.&nbsp; The ensign looked over to wear Decimus had been and softly said.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll be damned..."</strong>&nbsp; A tone of belief in his voice now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 02:23:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>Flarb indeed, for the poor Lieutenant had a lot to prepare for in order to get underway. Thankfully, a few helpful signs would eventually point the way to <strong>Deck 7 (https://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints/avenger-class-heavy-frigate/avenger-class-heavy-frigate-sheet-11.jpg)</strong>, where the outer edges of the saucer were lined with several laboratories so they would be closest to the forward sensors. There was a lot of confusion aboard the new ship, and everyone was struggling to find their places.<br><br>The bridge was an earnest mess of activity and the hub of communications going backwards and forwards. Engineering was making sure they brought the warp core online properly, while other departments worked to get their own affairs squared away. The communications station especially was doing one of its primary duties of making sure important communications went where they were needed, including requests for additional personnel and ships on approach, though Space Dock itself handled the actual comms for those. For now, it was mainly keeping track of the numerous ships flying in and out of the shuttlebay for the time being.<br><br>Down in Medical, Nurse Croyle was still working while she spoke to Dr. Khal'vanas, stopping at his question regarding her quarters being adequate. <strong>”Oh don't worry about it, doctor. I've been aboard everything from those big dreadnaughts to a small scout. As long as it's comfortable, I don't have too much reason to complain.”</strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>Stardate 2/0810.00</strong><br><strong><em>”Spacedock Control to Avenger, you are cleared for departure. Standby while we reel in the hoses.”</em></strong><br><br>Throughout the ship, small alarms began to go off as systems that had been dependent on station power were finally shifted over and the ship became it's own system. Valves closed, switches were thrown, and all along the ship lines were detached and began to drift, before being slowly reeled in. The gangways were closed and the oxygen pumped back into the station before being retracted, and it was only the titanic clamps affixed to the saucer that held USS Avenger in place. <br><br>Careful coordination was necessary as the hydrolic devices were retracted and the Avenger was finally free at last. She slowly drifted for a few moments before a few controlled bursts released, matching the relative motion of Spacedock.&nbsp; Then, the large doors that had shielded Avenger from the outside universe began to yawn open, and lights blinked on and off in a pattern to indicate the way to the stars.<br><br><strong><em>”Spacedock Control to Avenger, barn doors are open and you are clear. Safe travels.”</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 02:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div></div></div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309974.msg15087166#msg15087166">Quote from: evilnerf on 22-09-2019, 22:44:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">On the way to sickbay she ran into Commander McFadden..."Hello, Commander!"&nbsp; She said in a chipper voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just to make sure she didn't offend either part of his heritage, she raised her hand and split her fingers into a 'V' as part of her greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;"How are your quarters?&nbsp; What do you think of the ship?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;McFadden raised his hand, splitting his fingers into a V. "Good day Lieutenant. I judge by your light step and seeming joviality that you are finding things most satisfactory?" He said in a measured tempo of speech as one might expect from his pointed ears, even if he did seem to have a slight smile at the rather cheerful officer before him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "My quarters are more than adequate. Quite spacious given prior accommodations I was accustomed to. As to the ship, she is...beautiful. And...formidable. " He has an odd manner of speech that comes off Vulcan in tone and measure, yet seems perhaps a bit more verbose a little of the humanity allowing a more romantic view of his surroundings. "I indeed look forward to our time aboard her. And what about yourself? Have you been able to prepare adequately for our oncoming voyage? Have you been on ship before?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 03:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bridge&gt; <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr>This part was one of the experiences Decimus loved about being in Starfleet, the departure from dry dock for a new mission.&nbsp; Decimus had nearly eighteen years under his belt since graduating the Academy.&nbsp; His first two deployments was always on standby and never on board the bridge.&nbsp; It was the second ship he served on, the <em>Ebonee</em>, in which he served as lead helmsman and thus on duty when the ship pulled out on her mission.&nbsp; In the various voyages since then, Decimus was always a member of the primary shift bridge crew, either as helmsman, tactical officer, and the last time as the executive officer on board the <em>Lexington</em>.&nbsp; This was a new first for him, and likely the more intense and memorable of them all, with him in the "big chair" as it were, the Captain, and not just any routine deployment, but the first one of a new ship laid to keel.&nbsp; A memorable deployment for all.<br><br>Decimus heard the well wishes of Space Dock, turning over control to them and Decimus could not help but smile, almost like a little kid on his first flight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh yes, this was indeed <em>fun</em>.&nbsp; While Decimus was trying for even and professional, but he could not keep the sheer joy out of his voice as responded.&nbsp; <strong>"Comm, please do pass along our thanks to Space Dock and tell them they are invited to the after party when we eventually return for some refit or other dock yard issue.&nbsp; Also pass along to all senior staff mission brief at 1000 hours.&nbsp; Unless engineering spiked the reactor, and the construction crews messed up, we should be well under weigh by then."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Decimus then turned his attention to the forward stations, among the more critical of starship operations and why they were routinely placed in front of the command chair.&nbsp; <strong>"Helm, while some of my more seasoned peers might be jaded and be a bit loose with departure protocol, lets do this one by the book as it were.&nbsp; Maneuvering thrusters till we are clear space dock, then bring us up slowly till we are at half impulse to the warp limit of the system.&nbsp; Navigation, plot us a course for Starbase 10, warp six once we are clear for warp operations.&nbsp; Lets make it so."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 20:32:08</strong>
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				"Oh yes."&nbsp; Natala said with a confident nodding motion, "This is my third shipboard posting."&nbsp; She said.&nbsp; "Athough it is my first in charge of an entire science department!&nbsp; I admit, I thought at first maybe that Starfleet had switched my name with someone else's."&nbsp; She gave a little nervous titter, and realized too late that it probably wasn't a good idea to admit her own reservations about the posting to the Executive Officer.<br><br>She quickly changed the subject, "But yes, the room is quite nice.&nbsp; A bit antiseptic at the moment, but a little time hanging some pictures and finding some pillows, and it'll be home-sweet-starship."&nbsp; <br><br>She began walking to the bridge, talking to McFadden as she went, "You're commander McFadden, right?&nbsp; I mean, of course you are, there's only one commander aboard."&nbsp; She said in a slightly rambly tone, "I'm Natala.&nbsp; Just Lieutenant Natala.&nbsp; You know, like a Vulcan?&nbsp; What am I saying?&nbsp; Of course you know."&nbsp; She said again, sounding a little nervous, "We don't really have a family name.&nbsp; I mean, can you imagine if we had a name for every family we had?&nbsp; Ridiculous!&nbsp; A proper Denobulan is welcome to have as many spouses as they wish." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 23:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Sickbay &gt; Chief Medical Officer's Lab and Office<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas chuckled pleasantly, shaking his bald head just so. "<strong>There's nothing wrong with that, Nurse Croyle. When you're easy to please, you're <em>hard</em> to <em>disappoint</em>. There are few strengths greater than that, truth be told, however undervalued the virtue may be.</strong>" It was right about then that it became clear to him that the vessel was disengaging with the station, and that they were about to get underway. Inertial dampening meant that he didn't physically feel it, but he <em>felt</em> it all the same. Whether through dent of his experience in traveling space, or through his telepathic empathy, which perhaps simply picked up on the vague excitement of the ship's crew taking off, he did not know. Regardless, the doctor looked up towards the decks above, as though he might see out into the void of space itself, and blinked curiously. "<strong>Ah, but it appears we are underway.</strong>"<br><br>As though to confirm his enigmatic statement, his communicator chimed, and he remove it from his pocket to hear the Communications Officer informing him that they had indeed left port and that he was to be present in the main conference room for a 1000 mission brief with the rest of the ship's leadership team. He affirmed that he would be there, then returned the communicator to his pocket with a smile at Nurse Croyle.<br><br>"<strong>Sounds like I'd better get ready. I'll leave you to your work here, Nurse: Once more, though, I'm looking forward to working with you!</strong>"<br><br>With the introductions completed, and a few pleasantries exchanged, Khal'vanas departed the Intensive Care Unit (barring any questions or final words from Nurse Croyle) and made his way down the passageway to his own office and laboratory two rooms down. He needed to get a few things from his office so that he'd be prepared to brief the Captain on the status of the medical program; and, besides, he wanted to check on his animals to make sure that they were all delivered--not that there was anything he could do about it now if they were not, of course. He doubted that the Captain would turn the ship around for some misplaced Palamarian sea urchins or a terrarium full of Aldebaran mud leeches.<br><br>Nonetheless, it was comforting for the doctor to find himself in his lab and office, physically and mentally orienting himself to the surroundings in which he'd be spending a significant portion of his time while he lived aboard the ship. Once he'd done a heads (and sometimes tails) count of his animals, and fed those that were in need of feeding, he lightly walked into his office and began preparing things for the meeting. Every now and again eyeing the time to ensure that he'd leave with enough time to find his way to the meeting room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>29-09-2019, 00:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Untapped Potential<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Morgan Nala had not introduced herself to the captain nor heard his extended speech to the ship and her crew. Her sole focus was getting the Avenger ready for its mission. The number three line was going to need to be replaced at this rate which was going to delay their departure and would look bad for her. Stuck focusing on her work on the line, she was about to get frustrated as a spark of an idea struck her. <br><br>Her hands reached for her tricorder and she began to scan the line again before her brows furrowed. She had been messing with the line all day, neglecting traditional duties and preferring to ensure the departure was perfect and yet, all of a sudden it was working. Had her banging her head against the problem fixed it? <br><br>"Well, girl. I don't know what you did or if it was me or what but, I'll make sure you'll always get back safe." She was talking the ship, others might have thought her crazy but, it was a habit she had. When she was developing her improvised drone for fine repairs, she spoke to it often, in frustration and care as if it were a stubborn child. The Avenger was in her care now and as the Chief Engineer, she was not going to fail it nor the crew if she could help it.&nbsp; <br><br>She removed herself from the Jefferies tube and eyed her crew, wiping her brow of sweat. "I'm not going insane right, the Number three line just fixed itself?" She walked over to the console and double checked it again as Coles was it? spoke to her. <br><br>"You just missed the Captain, Chief but, yes, the Captain came in and spoke to the ship and us. After his speech, I noticed the line was somehow working." Morgan rubbed her chin before, she shook her head after considering Coles words.<br><br>"Now I'm doubting myself still, this ship is getting ready for her first voyage and I'll be damned if I'll let us fail her." Morgan took note of the smile on Petty Officer Coles who nodded while an ensign gave her a surprised look but, she brushed it aside. <br><br>"We should be leaving soon, stand by for the captain's orders. I'll probably get chewed out later for not introducing myself." As if on cue, her communicator went off telling of the Captain's orders for a briefing at 1000 hours. "Alright, Let's get to work people, we got a job to keep this ship in top shape and as members of Starfleet we won't fail!" Morgan said with as much authority as she could muster, it came off decently, her past lives experience also in Starfleet giving her a much-needed push. She was still new to command herself and she had to admit she preferred to lead by example rather than with words or grand speeches. That would be something, she would need to get better acquainted with one day. <br><br>Once the ship had departed and entered warp, Morgan would go to her quarters to prepare herself before mentally and physically for the briefing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>29-09-2019, 03:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;McFadden turned to look at Natala for a studious moment. "Hmm. A switching of postings you believe?" he nods to himself, "I shall have the Captain look into it. I will bring it up at the meeting. While such a thing would not be unheard of, it is...most disturbing. This is simply inadequate given the import of our voyage." He continues walking with her, saying nothing and just smiling a little to himself as he lets that hang there a few moments. Turning back to the Lt. with a twinkle in the eye of mischief.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I am most certain you are more than capable Lieutenant. Were you lacking, Starfleet would not have posted you to this vessel in particular. And I apologize but you will come to find that I have a strange fascination with what could be considered gallows humor." His delivery of the last line seemed so "Vulcan" as to leave one wondering.<br><br>"And yes, I am Commander McFadden, your new XO. " he turns to offer a proper handshake "If you wish. I do not desire to make your introduction feel more awkward or stressful." If she doesn't reach, he will retract the hand after a moment or two. "You are correct. I would consider it difficult to keep track of so many...relations. I have heard that Denobulans tend to be rather liberal in the matter of spouses. I would point out that Vulcans do in fact have Family names. It is simply easier among the humans if we do not use them. But with one spouse it is easier to keep track of, one might suppose. "<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>29-09-2019, 23:05:44</strong>
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				She shook his hand back with an eager smile.&nbsp; "Well, one spouse might be easier to keep track of but it's far less fun!"&nbsp; She said with a coy smile, glancing over her shoulder as they rounded one of the white hallways.<br><br>Natala was wearing a blue mini-skirt uniform.&nbsp; The wide neck of the dress allowed her subtle ridges on her shoulderblades. She walked with an airy step, putting one high-booted step in front of the other as they walked.&nbsp; Her hands were clasped gingerly behind her back as they walked.&nbsp; <br><br>Her tone grew a little more serious as they walked.&nbsp; "There are distinct advantages to having such a big family, of course.&nbsp; Our genes are some of the most diverse in the federation, there are no orphans on Denobula because everyone has family, not just one father or mother, or two, but rather a whole network of family relations. My husband as three children."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 03:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The briefing room on <strong>Deck 2</strong> was nestled just below the bridge, and was graced with a view of the port bow and a beautiful table inlaid in silver with the stylized phoenix of the Avenger project in the dark wood. There were a total of eighteen chairs to the table, eight along each side, with a chair at each end. While windows graced the outer wall, the inner wall was decorated with a detailed and intricate mural of key events in Federation history, from the first meeting between Humans and Alpha Centaurans, to the founding of the Federation, to the signing of the peace treaty that ended the Four Years War.<br><br>Along the spine of the table was a transparent window that lit up to show key information, such as the intended course, key personnel, and other information based on the input that came from the console at either end of the table and various inputs from the keypads along the edge of the table. Each station carried a tablet and stylus, which interfaced with other devices around the ship using the complex quasi-AI of the ship’s computer to serve as a digital assistant. It contained working notes, schedules, messages from other departments, and could even be used to schedule personal events like scheduled events being hosted on the ship for off-duty entertainment.<br><br>For Captain Coursel, he had of course been able to read the letter that had been given to him by the head of Starfleet for his sector of space, outlining their mission.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Letter from Starfleet Command</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">TO: Captain Decimus Coursel, CO, U.S.S. Avenger<br>FROM: Starfleet Military/Exploration Command, Triangle Sector, Starbase 10<br>DATE: 2/0809.28<br>SUBJECT: Mission, U.S.S. Avenger, effective 2/0810 to 2/1010 or until recalled<br><br>Captain Coursel,<br><br>Congratulations on being assigned to the testbed for numerous technologies going into the future of Starfleet. The vessel you’ve been assigned to is a magnificent vessel, meant to pave the way towards a safer future. We’re sure you and your crew will serve admirably during your first scheduled tour. You should have little difficulty fitting in under Commodore Nolan Greaves.<br><br>The Avenger is a tough ship and we know that the other powers will be watching. Normally we’d slowly phase out vessels closer to home, but the situation in the Triangle has become rather precarious over the past decade, not the least of which because of the Klingons during the last war. Commodore Greaves has requested reinforcements in the form of at least three destroyers, so we’ve sent him two and then we’re also sending your ship. I know the Avenger carries more firepower than one of our Saladins but we’ve got a bigger goal in mind for you and your ship.<br><br>Your mission will be to reinforce Starbase 10 and her defensive wing. You’ll find the current compliment appended to this letter. You’ll also be at the forefront of Starfleet’s presence in the Triangle, where you’ll be interacting with the locals and making sure the Klingons and the Romulans aren’t getting too involved. While the Prime Directive prevents Starfleet from directly interfering with the affairs of another power, that doesn’t mean we can’t keep an eye out for direct interference from another power. The situation in the Triangle is one of the most complicated in the known galaxy, and it’s going to be like juggling plasma cutters for you and your team.<br><br>Good luck, Captain, and know that we here in Starfleet Command have faith in you and your crew.<br><br>APPENDIX:<br>Starbase 10 compliment:<br>Alva - NCC 531 - Destroyer<br>Ambartsumian - NCC 3817 - Tug<br>Azrael - NCC 517 - Destroyer<br>Batidor - NCC 593 - Scout<br>Hannibal - NCC 512 - Destroyer<br>Sirius - NCC 1744 - Heavy Cruiser<br></span></div></div><br>Sitting in the room when the others arrived was a man dressed in a fairly standard starfleet uniform, only his uniform was grey. He would only directly be known by the Captain and Commander as Lieutenant Lief Arlef and was explicitly assigned to the Avenger from the Office of Naval Intelligence. He wasn’t a spymaster or spook, but rather an analyst, dispatched from the group that took information from ships such as the Avenger, compiled it together, and tried to paint a broad picture of what the enemies of the Federation were up to before passing that same information back down to where it was needed most. <br><br>He was a young man, perhaps early thirties, and his eyes were bordering between grey and blue. His hair was in a professional high and tight regulation haircut and as dark as the night sky. He stood upon the Captain entering and gave him a professional stand to attention. In doing so, it was quickly apparent he was well built and muscular, and held himself at attention as easily as many would stand at ease in front of their commanding officer. Impressive for someone who was technically outside the normal chain of command on the ship, though he would of course report directly to Captain Coursel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 05:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Engineer Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Trill, Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Untapped Potential<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Morgan was nervous, to say the least, this was her first briefing meeting, the seat at the important table. Her first meeting as the Chief of Engineering and she'd already had messed up in her mind. She had been so focused on ensuring a safe flight out that she had missed the Captain and whatever he was doing. She ran her fingers over the blips on her collar, she had recently been promoted to Lieutenant Commander and given the position of Chief Engineer for such a ship. She was nervous with this new level of responsibility but, she would work her ass off to prove herself worthy of the role.<br><br>She cleaned herself quickly and freshened up from her work before heading to the briefing room on Deck 2. She believed this was likely a standard meet and greet, get to see all those in charge of the various areas, do some introductions, some bantering. Maybe, a light scolding for her absence, that wasn't going to look good on the reports. She puffed out her chest somewhat again shaking off her insecurities and proceeded into the briefing room. <br><br>When Morgan entered the room, "Heya," She said before taking a seat upon one of the middle side chairs and waiting for the others to arrive. Her focus would quickly be drawn to the tablet where she began to look over systems operations and their conditions again as if to double-check that everything was fine with her engineering crew and the ship at large.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 02:18:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas eventually completed his preparations and made his way to the briefing room. He had previously had plenty of time to become accustomed with the ship's layout, as he had been living on the station for the past few months while the <em>Avenger</em> was receiving its finishing touches, and he had never had any trouble making friends who were happy to show him around places. Even places maybe he shouldn't be seeing yet. Regardless, and as a result, he had no trouble locating the meeting room. On entering, he lifted his eyebrows--the only part of his body, with the addition of his eyelashes, that had hair--slightly in surprise. Smiling to the two lieutenants, whom he'd evidently not expected to see, he spoke warmly and pleasantly as he made his way over to a vacant seat at the table.<br><br>"<strong>And here I'd expected that <em>I'd</em> be the first to arrive,</strong>" he took a seat between both the intelligence analyst and the engineer, neatly arranging his notes beside the tablet computer. "<strong>I suppose you both <em>also</em> take the 'if you're not 15 minutes early, you're late' expression literally?</strong>"<br><br>As he gently teased them, and perhaps himself, for their punctuality, he also unconsciously touched their thoughts. If he focused on it, he might be able to <em>really</em> get a sense of what they were feeling. But even their simple nearness to him gave him a good idea of who was nervous, and of who was calm, or bored, or angry. Most humans could see and interpret another person's clothing--his own white uniform indicated that he was medical, for example--and some of the more observant humans could see subtler cues on a person's body. Were they wearing a wedding ring? Had they shaved that morning? Were their socks matched? Were they tired? Did their smile touch their eyes, or was it false? Khal'vanas, as a Deltan, just took it all a little bit further--he could just as naturally read a person's emotional state of mind. He tried not to abuse it, his inborn talent, but it was something that just came naturally. The very idea, for example, that people would ever lie in response to the question "how are you?" by saying "I'm fine" when they were not feeling fine was a completely foreign concept to Deltans.<br><br>"<strong>I am called Khal'vanas. I'm the <em>Avenger's</em> Chief Medical Officer. It's a pleasure meeting you both!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 03:42:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Engineer Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Trill, Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Veteran<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Morgan raised her attention from her tablet and smiled at the Deltan. She was attempting to give off a more friendly atmosphere but, her nerves were shot already. It didn't take an empath to tell she was nervous about the situation. Something, she kept trying to suppress. The Doctor would notice this and its distress on Morgan but, for a split moment, everything about her became calm. Her emotions leveled out and she seemed to become almost impressively calm. <br><br>"Whew, That's a bit better. My nerves are shot today. My name is Morgan Nala, Chief Engineer. The Avenger is my first posting at such a rank and position so I'm extremely on edge about everything. I've been double-checking my work constantly." Morgan rubbed the back of her head before looking at the tablet again with a smile.<br><br>"The Engineering department is well trained and eager at least, I need to live up to my role. It is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor." She did not mention that she already felt like she had messed up in regards to the Captain's introduction. Still, she suppressed it, it was not good to appear so overly anxious about what was a simple task of leaving the spacedock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 02:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas canted his head at Morgan, sensing the way her emotional landscape shifted. It was sudden, and dramatic. One moment, she had been very human-like with her emotional reactivity, and then in the next moment she was almost Vulcan-like in so totally repressing that emotion. He had never felt anything quite like it before. A part of him was desperate to ask her what she had done, but it was neither the time nor the place for a conversation like that--so he did what he could, and he let it lie. At least for now.<br><br>"<strong>Nervousness is good,</strong>" he offered. He wasn't sure she <em>needed</em> the comforting now, but he supposed he should still try to be her friend. It was what Deltans did, after all! "<strong>It just means that you're glad and grateful to be here, and that you're hoping you don't let us down. That's certainly much to be preferred over apathy or arrogance, yes?</strong>"<br><br>He smiled encouragingly to her, then shifted his gaze to the man in gray.<br><br>"<strong>I'm afraid I'm not familiar with your colors, Lieutenant. At the risk of sounding rather ignorant, I don't suppose I could ask about your role on the ship?</strong>" He knew that Morgan was the Chief Engineer. She had told him as much herself. And he had introduced himself as well. But he wasn't sure yet who the young man was. ... <em>Actually</em>, Lieutenant Nala was <em>also</em> quite young, he quietly realized. He smiled to himself, suddenly feeling his age. He didn't doubt either of them, with regards to their competence; but being the oldest person in the room--for the moment at least--was still a disconcerting feeling at his stage in his life cycle, where he was yet caught somewhere in-between youth and middle age.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>07-10-2019, 03:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Main Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Decimus gave till the minute the briefing was to start before entering into the briefing room, giving his officers who arrived early a chance to mingle and get to know one another.&nbsp; It would be the first of many times they would get together during the long journey ahead of them.&nbsp; They could have cut the trip down more if Decimus was willing to push the engines, but he did not see a pressing need.&nbsp; Command knew how long the trip was to take at the standard cruising speed, and if they needed Decimus to stoke the fires an shovel coal into the warp core, they know how to get a hold of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Personally Decimus was looking forward to the long trip and the ability to bond with his crew, and for them to become a well oiled machine by the time they reached Star Base 12.<br><br>Decimus gave himself one last glance over his appearance before leaving his Ready Room and heading into the turbo lift to deck two.&nbsp; From there it was only a few strides to the briefing room.&nbsp; The door opened with the soft whisper and Decimus walked on with a confident stride towards the head of the conference table, his voice warm and laced with an open friendliness as he spoke, one hand making a motion for everyone to sit as he entered.&nbsp; <strong>Please, take your seats and let us get started here.&nbsp; I know everyone is busy with their departments and I do not want to hold you any longer than necessary."</strong><br><br>Decimus sat down and he touched the terminal in front of him to bring it to life, to read over any data his officers decided to share with him during the first briefing.&nbsp; <strong>"I am sure all of you know of me, if I had not a chance these last few months to meet with you as we waited for the <em>Avenger</em> to be finished up in dry dock.&nbsp; If not, then I hate to tell you this, but you boarded the wrong ship and are stuck with us."</strong>&nbsp; He said the last in a slightly deadpan voice, a jest he hope would help break the ice and relax everyone as they settled in and started the business of operating this ship and leading the men and women of her crew.<br><br><strong>"As we all know, our mission is reconnaissance and exploration of the "Triangle Sector" around Starbase 12.&nbsp; Now, anyone good with math, and I hope all of you are, this is going to be an on route voyage time of near nine months.&nbsp; I personally am glad for the time as it will get all of us to bond together.&nbsp; I assure you I do not plan on it being a leisure cruise on our way there.&nbsp; Now we are out in space and my hair is no longer on fire, I will be coming up with a proposed drill program to help hone our skills.&nbsp; Also I have faith in the universe and they will toss some detours on our way to our new home, so expect it sometime by tomorrow for comments.&nbsp; Until then, let us get to know one another so let us go around the room." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>09-10-2019, 10:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Engineer Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger - Briefing Room</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Trill, Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Veteran<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>"I will concede Doctor, that is, perhaps, alright. However, in my haste to ensure the ship was functional, I missed the Captain, who had come down to my area, and did not respond to his actions. I have had my already shot nerves shattered, with the prospect of messing up before we even left the docks." The nervousness that Morgan felt spiked for a second, before she shook her head. She had done what she felt she needed to, so that they could get out without any issues.<br><br>"Regardless, I look forward to working with you, Doctor. I am quite knowledgeable in medicine, and science as well, so, perhaps we will be working closely together at times." Morgan was, at least, confident in her knowledge and skills. Her social skills lacked, however, as did her leadership skills. She was assured by her former captain, and the knowledge of her past hosts, that she would eventually grow into the role.<br><br>Then, the fated moment came, interrupting the conversation. The Captain himself; her nerves spiked again yet, as she silently watched him during his little introduction slash speech, he made no mention of her being absent earlier. Morgan chose to take this as a good sign, and her nervousness lowered to normal levels.<br><br>"I guess I will start. I am Morgan Nala, Lieutenant Commander in Starfleet, Chief Engineer of the Avenger. This is my first posting at this rank and position, so, I am admittedly nervous at the moment. I have been constantly double-checking everything all day. Still, I am eager to work with you all. If it matters, I am a Joined Trill, my symbiont has had a few hosts prior to myself, but, I am the first of my symbiont's hosts to join Starfleet." Morgan gave a simple introduction, similar to the one already given to the Doctor, but, still, it was the truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 21:50:10</strong>
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				The Lieutenant was silent while Dr. Khal'vanas asked what his colors meant and he quietly answered, “Intelligence, doctor. I will address why in a minute.” He didn't smile really, putting on this air of being incredibly serious all the time. From his mannerisms to the way he carried himself, it was clear that he didn't idly chat.<br><br>The unknown officer went next, straightening his near perfect uniform imperceptably. “I am Lieutenant Lief Arlef, detached from the Office of Naval Intelligence to assist the Avenger with her mission in the Triangle region. I've been placed here because of the delicate nature of the mission and the close proximity of the Romulan Star Empire and the Klingon Empire.”<br><br>He let that sink in before continuing, “My role is one of information only. I'm not here to report on anyone in the crew, just to report any observations the Avenger makes and return that information to ONI, while getting reports from them about possible movements within the region. This includes the major and minor powers, as the Romulans and Klingons will no doubt be doing the same.”<br><br>“If you have questions, I will assist however I can. The nature of this region makes it a potential powder keg, and Starfleet would prefer to make allies where possible.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>14-10-2019, 21:26:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>The Commander listened attentively but remained silent as the gathering commenced, having nothing of value to offer. He listened with the others as the Captain spoke, and was personally curious about how the crew would perform with their initial drills. Precision and comfortable confidence with possible danger scenarios would be useful for any crew, but most especially this one, given the mission.<br><br>&nbsp;Dark blue eyes watched intently as the representative from Intelligence spoke and introduced himself. The man's very presence spoke volumes about the vessel and Starfleet's stake in the scenario. When they were all done, the Vulcan patiently waited to see if there were in fact any questions, and then to hear further words from the Captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 04:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas smiled in response to Morgan's concessions, which were so quickly followed on by another round of her further second guessing of herself. At her assurance that she looked forward to working with him, though, he offered in reply that he was glad to be working with her as well. The intel analyst was the next to speak, answering the Doctor, and Khal'vanas grinned at the enigmatic reply.<br><br>"<strong>Very well. I shall exercise what little patience I have.</strong>"<br><br>In truth, very little patience as required, as Commander McFadden entered moments later, followed quickly by the Captain himself. Like the others, Khal'vanas rose respectfully for the commanding officer, then sat once more when given the go-ahead. He quietly hoped the crew wouldn't put on too many military airs, but given that most of them--himself included--were veterans of the recent war, he suspected there'd be plenty of chances for him to brush up on his protocol whether he liked it or not. Regardless, he waited as the others introduced themselves, nodding vaguely towards Lieutenant Arlef at his introduction, as though to acknowledge that he had not led the good Doctor astray by asking him to wait a minute. Eventually, though, it was his turn. Rising smoothly, he smiled.<br><br>"<strong>Good day, Captain. Good day, colleagues. I am Doctor Khal'vanas. I am from the planet Delta IV.</strong>" He paused a moment, to let that register. Then continued. "<strong>I will be your Chief Medical Officer. I have more than a decade's experience with Starfleet, and I have practiced medicine for nearly twenty years. My favorite Earth animal is the octopus, and I once won a bet by out-drinking a Klingon.</strong>" Another pause. "<strong>She was a rather old and frail Klingon, and I suspect the bloodwine was watered down, but still. I look forward to working with each of you--though I do hope that this mission, despite its dangers, will bore me. A bored physician means a healthy crew, after all.</strong>"<br><br>Finished, he quietly retook his seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 21:48:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Main Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Since Morgan went first, Decimus spoke to her first when she was finished.&nbsp; His voice was what he would call professional friend, and an easy smile on his&nbsp; features.&nbsp; <strong>Commander Nala, what you and department have done to get the ship ready is remarkable.&nbsp; The <em>Avenger</em> is not the standard make up of its original class, and incorporated some new technology which we can charitably call temperamental.&nbsp; A job well done to make certain we did not miss our launch date.&nbsp; It also made certain I did not loose a bet to a colleague of mine.&nbsp; When I hope to collect I do not know, but I am certain if it do run into the <em>Redemption</em> out there, it will be entertaining."</strong><br><br>The meeting went with Decimus adding in some comments and a bit personal to demonstrate he had read up on their files and paid attention to them.&nbsp; When he came to the Doctor, the man also received a warm smile and the same friendly, casual tone.&nbsp; <strong>"I for one am glad to have you aboard, Doctor.&nbsp; Let's say if the away team required my medical skills, we are in some serious trouble.&nbsp; I would like any other crew evaluations which were not completed before shipping out finished within a month if you could, please."</strong><br><br>Finally Decimus set his attention upon Lieutenant Arlef.&nbsp; <strong>"Unlike more than a few in Star Fleet, I have worked closely with ONI before in the past Lieutenant, and welcome aboard the <em>Avenger</em>.&nbsp; You are right, we are in need of friends.&nbsp; The war with the Klingons might be over, but we did not come out of the conflict unscathed.&nbsp; To such end, I do want you to get with Commander McFadden to form a working group.&nbsp; We are going to be passing though a number of systems on our way, not to mention within the Triangle itself.&nbsp; I would like options on who we could approach for a diplomatic mission.&nbsp; It might help break up the routine and allow some time planet side during our voyage.&nbsp; Thoughts anyone?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>16-10-2019, 03:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>GM Note: I am proceeding forward with the next part just to keep a good flow going. Feel free to continue the conference room since it is mostly establishing characters.<br><br><strong>Stardate 2/0901.03 (3 January 2209)<br>Gamma Hydra Sector</strong><br>The <em>Avenger</em> had been underway for approximately 3 months and 2 days out of their expected six month voyage, and there had been little to do during the voyage beyond basic maintenance and recreation. There had been precious little to go wrong beyond a pair of crewmen who'd gotten into a fight over a poker game in their quarters, and both had been tended to at Captain's Mast. <br><br>During the downtime, crew had taken to studying up on the Triangle region and its numerous inhabitants. One of Starfleet's concerns was a possible alliance between the Klingon Imperial States, a splinter group of the Klingon Empire during the Four Years War, and the Romulan Star Empire. While nothing was for certain yet, the two were quite eager to inflict damage on the large Klingon presence lining the border with the Triangle. Nothing official had come down the pipe yet regarding the composition of enemy forces, but it was estimated that Starfleet was the second largest force in the region, with the Romulans coming in third.<br><br>It was approaching 0900 when the helm officer spoke up. “<strong>Captain, we're approaching FDR Facility 39. She's about 5 minutes away at Warp 8.</strong>” Federation Deepspace Research Facility 39 was one of numerous research posts set up by Starfleet for research either considered too dangerous to conduct near a planet or to take advantage of the minimal amounts of gravity being so far away from a star allowed. The screen was changed from the constant passing of stars to show the station itself floating serenely in the darkness, her only illumination coming from lights scattered along the hull.<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/vubsFdP.jpg)<br><br>The central hull was an octagon with four long arms and a dome on one side, with each arm holding a flat disk on each end. Upon closer inspection, there were various corporate sponsorships on each disk as well, placed there by the tenants of each space. The station itself was owned by Starfleet but each arm housed a different corporation, paying rent to Starfleet for facilities they would otherwise have difficulty obtaining. The closest arm was being rented by Multiplanet Metals, with the other arms revealed to belong to Bio/Genetic Research Inc., New Amsterdam Gravitics, and Tachyon Micro Mechanics, LTD.<br><br>On the edge of the sensors beyond the station is the beginnings of an magnetic storm in the immediate area, no doubt obscuring the Avenger to the station's sensors.<br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">Informational Note</span>: Starfleet regulations mandate that when passing at extreme sensor range to another Starfleet facility, communications are established as a courtesy.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>16-10-2019, 18:50:05</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Engineer Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger - Briefing Room</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Trill, Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Veteran<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Morgan nodded her head a couple of times during most of the conversation between everyone. She made a few mental notes about each of them and how the Captain had seemingly praised at least her crew. Something to tell them later perhaps, she wasn't quite fond of the spook amongst them but, still, she really only cared about a few things at this point. Doing her job well and ensuring the success of the Avenger and its crew.<br><br>"I have nothing to add, Captain, I prefer actions over words and I prefer to focus on my task. I will make sure the Avenger, temperamental areas or not, will be a good girl for everyone." She smiled at everyone eager to get to work. She, however, was not quite prepared for how dull their first trip out would be.<br><br><hr><br>Three months and two days later, Morgan was bored. Nothing major had occurred on their trip out thus far and beyond simple basic ship maintenance, of which she was damned good at, for the most part, nothing had occurred to test her skills so far. The doctor had said that he was hoping for the boredom but, to her, it was maddening in some respects. Still, her new rank and position was the thing that challenged her the most at first, until she realized she did not need to completely change herself. Morgan spent much of her downtime bonding with the engineering crew, noting bonds and friendships and becoming somewhat close to each of the various people in her team. She wanted to keep this friendly atmosphere among her team but, she knew that would only fully be determined once an intense situation hit them. <br><br>Down in engineering as they detected a nearby station, Morgan felt a bit of excitement in her gut. New technology would always be fascinating to her and she was somewhat eager to see whatever the various corporations were working on. However, her focus shifted to the magnetic storm in the area and then began work on ensuring measures were in place should the Avenger need to go through the storm itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>20-10-2019, 21:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Main Briefing Room<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Bored so doing filler post<br><br><hr>All in all it was an uneventful voyage.&nbsp; Three months an a tad bit of change and nothing to show for save a marked increase in response time for drills and emergency procedures.&nbsp; It was not uncommon as despite the advent of warp technology, space was still a vast expanse, with little to nothing between systems save for the stellar matter which made up the building blocks of life on the galactic scale.&nbsp; There had not even been any interesting exploration points on the way which while not unusual, was a bit disappointing for the crew to break up the monotony of the voyage.<br><br>Decimus had pulled up the list of potential systems in the triangle for them to start to patrol, the list of possible allies, diplomatic missions to strengthen relationships already established.&nbsp; The total route would take them a few months, but it would go a long way to their mission and increasing the Federation's presence in the Triangle.&nbsp; He set the one report aside and focused next upon the intelligence report for the region provided by ONI.&nbsp; He had more than a few meetings with Lieutenant Arlef.&nbsp; The potential alliance between Klingon Imperial States and the Romulan Empire.&nbsp; Both were militant expansionists, and on their own they could not change matters in the Triangle, but together they could challenge the Klingon Empire, especially in the wake of the war and their own recovery efforts to their fleet.&nbsp; There had to be a way to put a stop to it, without touching off a war and violating General Order One in the process. <br><br>There was the rub..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>20-10-2019, 23:45:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas offered a brief thought, when it was asked who they might approach on diplomatic grounds. "<strong>Assuming they do not fire upon us immediately, I suspect that just about any stranger we run into can be turned into a friend?</strong>" Nevertheless, he followed up his hopeful words by confirming that he would do as the Captain commanded. "<strong>But I'll see to it that everyone who has not had a physical and, or, who has not been profiled in the medical database is scheduled for an appointment within the next thirty days. And I'll be happy to work with Commander McFadden with concerns to possible allies. While I am no trained diplomat, my species <em>is</em> quite capable at making friends thanks to certain... advantages we are born with.</strong>"<br><br>Shortly after that, the group was dismissed and the day to day business of running and operating a starship became a part of everyone's lives...<br><br><hr><br>[ <em>Several weeks later...</em> ]<br><br>"<strong>I'm telling you, Ensign, you really do need to stop pushing yourself so hard in the weight room. Do you see this here?</strong>" Khal'vanas had easily settled into his role in the months since that first staff meeting. While he had wished for boredom, he'd been anything but idle. His staff was running smoothly, all of them nurses and medical techs except for himself (but all skilled at what they did), and the crew was largely healthy. Except that they always had <em>something</em> going on, whether it was a headache, or they couldn't sleep, or... or this. The doctor was waving vaguely at a console, where Ensign Travis White's muscular system was on proud display. "<strong>This here, and here? This is torn muscle fiber. You <em>need</em> to let your muscles recover after suffering serious muscle strain. <em>This time</em>, 'two weeks rest' <em>really means</em> two weeks rest, understood? No heavy lifting. Not even on the job. If your commander has an issue with it, show them this note or send them to me.</strong>"<br><br>They were minor problems, all in all, and for that he was glad. He knew they were going somewhere that carried high risk, so he suspected he'd be dealing with trauma and life emergencies soon enough, whether he wished it or not. For the time being, he was happy to deal with minor injuries and personal health issues. In the meantime, as he worked, he was unaware of the fact that they were so close to the FDR Facility. He, of course, <em>knew</em> that they would pass it, as it had been mentioned in previous briefings, but he did not know that they were so near it now. He had been occupied all morning with appointments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>23-10-2019, 20:31:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br><br>The Executive Officer was busy over the voyage to the station. He had spent his time overseeing drills with the ship's crew, working on response times and techniques where possible. Pride of accomplishment is something that was alien to his psyche, but mental notation of the satisfactory performance improvements did not escape him. After three months, while skill could <em>always</em> be sharpened, he was confident in the crew's ability should Starfleet's mission turn towards combat.<br><br>Unlike some, McFadden had no issue with the presence of fleet intelligence on the vessel. It was an Intelligence department after all, not the Tal Shiar or some kind of Earth Commissariat. As such, he found no issues obeying the Captain's wishes to liaise and pick out some able minds from among the ship's compliment for a think tank of sorts to compile and go over the great deal of time compiling information on the various factions at play in the triangle. It made sense to the Vulcan for Romulans, to use the smaller, more manageable (and likely pliable) splinter faction, to weaken the larger empire. Most likely, if Machiavelli were believed, this would end in the Klingon Imperial States being absorbed into the Romulan Empire. It was also the logical outcome.<br><br>Along with some research into the various known races&nbsp; and planets, McFadden, had his folks put some time into memorizing ship and hull types, and capabilities in the need to evade or engage conflict should come about. His leisure time was generally taken up with reading, or various mental and physical fitness activities. The XO did try to keep himself at least seen or semi approachable by the public.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>24-10-2019, 00:49:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Captain's Ready Room to Bridge<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Tagging XO<br><br><hr><br>Decimus finished up the log entry and stood up from his desk.&nbsp; There was only so much reports one could write and read.&nbsp; There was a bit of a joke during War College on how a starship did not run on dilithium as many though, but the electrons generated by the volume of "paperwork" a Captain had to read and write.&nbsp; Decimus was now starting to believe such was true.&nbsp; <br><br>He had to admit he was restless, and had been ever since the war.&nbsp; The Four Year war changed Starfleet, and there was no denying it.&nbsp; Decimus was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with him as had the "itch" as they called back at War College.&nbsp; He wanted excitement, but at the same time he knew to also be careful what one wished for.&nbsp; He was up to his eyeballs in excitement back in the battle of Deneb III when the <em>Lexington</em> was almost crippled by enemy fire.&nbsp; With "excitement" there was risk, and while he would risk his ship and crew if it was necessary, Decimus did not really want to come head to head with such a necessity.<br><br>Decimus walked the short distance to the door which slide open with the slight whisper sound.&nbsp; One of the ratings at their station gave the acknowledged age old command <strong>"Captain on the bridge!"</strong>&nbsp; No one left their stations, as such was Decimus' standing orders as while he appreciated the gesture, he did not want the bridge crew coming to military attention when at their stations.&nbsp; There was far too much work to be done.&nbsp; Decimus smiled warmly and inclined his head to the crew member before turning his attention to the view screen.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you, Chief.&nbsp; Have we hailed FDR 39 yet?&nbsp; If not lets let them know we are here and available.&nbsp; I am certain I am not alone for wanting a break in routine."</strong>&nbsp; Decimus said as he made a gesture to the view screen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>24-10-2019, 01:42:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The viewscreen shifted from an image of the station to that of a young enlisted crewman in Starfleet Engineering red. He was busy straightening his uniform and hair when the visual image is established, and coughs softly before saying, “<strong>FDR Facility 39, acknowledging you Avenger. I assume you're just passing through. No one ever stops here.</strong>” He pauses a moment and then continues, “<strong>Hell, if it weren't for the old man raising cain with the science boys, we'd have no excitement at all. You folks seem to get all the interesting jobs, while we sit on our fa-</strong>” <br><br>Suddenly, in mid-sentence, the voice on the other end stops. The viewscreen shows the chair the enlisted man was just sitting in, and the static showed this wasn't a glitch. It was still a live feed. However, the static from the nearby storm makes it impossible to see anything more than the chair and the wall behind where the man had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>24-10-2019, 01:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Captain's Ready Room to Bridge<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Tagging XO<br><br><hr><br>Decimus was about to respond when the viewer changed to the static.&nbsp; Decimus' mouth tightened slightly as he moved to take "the chair", pulling up the command controls which would link him to one of the other stations.&nbsp; <strong>"While not unexpected, the timing of it does give me some slight pause.&nbsp; Operations, how far away is that ion storm and is it a threat to either us or the station.&nbsp; If so I need to know what we are looking at as far as risk to either of us from the storm and projected damage.&nbsp; XO, I think being a bit cautious and prepared is not a bad thing.&nbsp; Bring us to yellow alert, and lets prep emergency evacuation protocols."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>24-10-2019, 02:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309974.msg15132198#msg15132198">Quote from: Captain America on 23-10-2019, 20:31:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br><br>McFadden cannot help but note the lack of discipline, and the indiscreet familiarity from the image on screen. He masks any reaction, but it gives him an "itch", different from the Captain's. As the static begins, the Vulcan walks over to watch their communications officer making adjustments, and then turns to the view screen noting that the station seems to now be absent a member of Starfleet.&nbsp; <br><br>As Courcel speaks, McFadden is already in casual, relaxed motion, having thought along similar lines apparently.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Set Yellow Alert. Aye Captain." And quickly he follows through. "Set alert status Yellow." Once he gets confirmation, McFadden turns to Decimus "We are at Yellow Alert sir." in that calm Vulcan tempo.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 01:56:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The lights remained steady but a klaxon blared in the background as the ship went on readiness condition, with all hands reporting to their assigned duty stations. For the unlucky in their bunks, they wearily got out of their bunks and pulled on coveralls before reporting to their stations. Anything not already bolted down was stored away, with some of the crew rushing to their stations and putting on zero-g gear for quick rescue and repair operations. <br><br>With a continuous feed still coming in, there was no obvious signs of life on the viewscreen. The chair that had so recently been occupied remained empty, with no one coming to turn off the feed. The lights on the station hadn't dimmed for emergency operations, and nothing on long range sensors appeared to indicate a problem. In fact, were it not for the evidence staring them right in the face, nothing would seem amiss.<br><br>“<strong>Captain,</strong>” came Diane Belley, the replacement science officer after their last science officer succumbed to space madness and had to be relieved of duty, “<strong>Diverting course now, we've got enough time for maybe one transport before the magnetic storm cuts off our ability to transport. Anything after that would require shuttles or waiting out the storm.</strong>”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 02:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div><hr>Name: CDR McFadden<br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Turning to Decimus, McFadden opines, <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Captain. Perhaps it would be advisable for me to take a security team with science and medical support for a rapid response before the storm becomes worse."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 02:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Captain's Ready Room to Bridge<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Tagging XO. Engineering.&nbsp; Science.&nbsp; Communication.<br><br><hr><br>Decimus frowned and pulled up the reading from Science.&nbsp; The storm was worse than they thought and there were going to need to evacuate the station, and the odds were not going in their favor.&nbsp; It only took a second for the thoughts to come to him and to translate them into action.&nbsp; His voice was stead, calm, but with the core of charisma and command which saw him through the war.&nbsp; <strong>"Communications, raise the station and tell them to start evacuation procedures and we will be on station to assist.&nbsp; XO, excellent suggestions.&nbsp; Loop them in and organize the shuttle parties, non-warp capable shuttles out first and have the warp capable ones go last.&nbsp; They can meet up with us when we plot a safe area out of the path of the storm."</strong><br><br>Decimus next cued up the internal communications to raise Engineering.&nbsp; They were likely to need a minor miracle.&nbsp; <strong>"Engineering, Bridge. <br>We have an approaching ion storm and a need to evacuate Station FDR-39.&nbsp; I need you to work with Science to get us more than one use of transporters through the radiation.&nbsp; Also going to need to have our shields take the hit if we are caught in the storm for a period of time."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 02:22:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>Communications was quick to begin trying to contact anyone else on the station, but soon returns with, “<strong>I can't get through to anyone else on the station, Captain. No one's answering, not even on the civilian channels.</strong>”<br><br>The ship bucked a little as the first fronts of the magnetic storm hit. The ship was being pulled in different directions by the magnetic interference, making it a shaky ride as they got closer to the station, and the storm.<br><br>“<strong><em>Bridge, Flight Ops. My flyboys are good but they're not that good. Recommend scrapping the shuttle launch for right now, it's starting to affect our sensors, and the last thing I want is a multi-shuttle pile up.</em></strong>”<br><br>Magnetic storms were almost as dangerous as ion storms in that they were incredibly difficult to navigate through, disrupting both sensors and communications. It didn't help that the rapidly changing magnetic fields could cause ships to think they're flying one way and get pulled or turn around to completely unknown headings. Flight Operations could carry out the order, but it was an added risk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 02:46:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden&nbsp; <br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>As the captain was giving orders, the Commander toggled a button on his display. "Security, this is the XO. Prepare an away team, muster in the transporter room immediately prepared for hazardous environment. That is all." He then continued to the next station. "Science, XO, away team personnel to transporter..." Once Science, Medical, and Security were given their marching orders the Vulcan turned to the Captain.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am on my way sir. I will muster follow up personnel for a when a second transport is possible. I will have immediate readings taken of the environment when we are aboard the station and relay that information."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 02:49:36</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Chief Engineer Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger - Engineering Deck</em><br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Trill, Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Veteran<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Rolled for Shields and Transporters on Discord, One success each, Rolled for Sensors as well.<br><br><hr><br>Morgan looked at the storm from her console in engineering and shook her head. When it rains it pours as they say. She stood up and slammed her hands together. "Alright, boys and girls, times to prove your worth. I need everyone to get to work fixing these shields up to better handle the storms, I'll get these transporters to work better in the meantime. Get on it by order of the captain!" She then turned all business before beginning to work her magic.<br><br>Unfortunately, the pressure did hit Morgan somewhat, this was the first major issue the ship was facing and her efforts were somewhat dimmed by the pressure upon her. She managed to boost the transporters for an extra run beyond what they could normally handle meanwhile, her crew was capable of at least boosting the shields further for a while to handle some of the storms interference. <br><br>"Captain, I can get a few more people off or on the station, we've also managed to boost the shields to lower the interference and handle to the storm better. It should be coming on soon after this transport finishes. We'll keep working on cutting through the interference in the meantime to reestablish some form of communication with the station." After relaying this through her communicator, Morgan took a deep breath and headed to the sensor array to adjust its systems to better work in the storm and hopefully re-establish the connection with the station.<br><br>After tackling that mess, she wiped her brow and leaned against the console taking a deep breath. "Captain, Sensors do not indicate any ships withing about a two hundred kilometer distance beyond ourselves. I'm heading to go with the away team now," She said this before taking one final deep breath and rushing off to grab her away gear to join the team. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 03:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/star-trek-discovery-featurette-pike.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Captain Decimus Courcel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15070492#msg15070492)<br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>USS Avenger</em> &gt; Deck 2 &gt; Captain's Ready Room to Bridge<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 11 | Daring 11 | Fitness 8 | Insight 7 | Presence 11 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 5 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 2 | Security 3<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Bold: Command, Supervisor, Call to Arms, Cold Reading<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: Tagging XO. Engineering.&nbsp; Science.&nbsp; Communication.<br><br><hr><br>Decimus swore inside his own mind.&nbsp; It was the best they could give the situation.&nbsp; It was complex, but they were the only ship with any chance of assisting.&nbsp; <strong>"Engineering, Bridge.&nbsp; It is better than we had before.&nbsp; Keep working on it.&nbsp; Flight Operations, Bridge.&nbsp; Understood, you are our back up option so stay at your stations and we will do what we can, perhaps find a way to send our sensor data to you."</strong>&nbsp; Decimus then turned to his bridge crew.&nbsp; <strong>"Ops, see what we can do to patch our sensor data to the shuttles.&nbsp; Also I want a transport lock on all our people, and when we can on any of the station personnel when we are in range."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 03:49:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>As the <em>Avenger</em> got into range, no matter how many times they scanned, there were no lifesigns on the station to lock onto, making the Captain's attempt to transport everyone for an evacuation impossible. There simply was no one there. And with Lt. Commander Nala's work on boosting sensors, it was clear there were no ships around within transporter range for them to have disappeared to. <br><br>Something wasn't right here.<br><br>The transporter effect seemed to take a lot longer on the trip to the station, at least from the perspective of the away team. By the time they materialized on the station's pad, the storm was already starting to lash the station, causing the hull to creak and groan as uneven stress worked through the hull. The communications line to the <em>Avenger</em> was beginning to break up, meaning the away team was effectively on their own for the time being. Just before leaving, projections had the storm reaching peak intensity after 2.5 hours, with the storm being out of interference after about 5. <br><br>The room itself was triangular, with two short hallways and numerous doors leading off directly from the transporter room itself. From left to right they read "Radio Equipment Room", "Communications Room", "Chief Engineer's Office", "Chief of Security's Office". The transporter station controls were active and on, but no one was there to greet them. In fact, were it not for the gentle rumble of equipment beneath their feet, it would be hard not to feel the station was deserted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 16:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Down in the sick bay, Khal'vanas had been vaguely aware that <em>something</em> was going on, but he wasn't truly in the know until communication came down from the bridge. Medical was usually only looped in when medical expertise or biological know-how was required. Nevertheless, once informed, he quickly briefed his chief nurse on the situation and asked her to prepare for possible triage.<br><br>It was a "hope for the best, prepare for the worst" situation, in the sense that nothing had been said about casualties in the communication out from the bridge. But it was better to be ready for it than to be not ready for it.<br><br>Since no one on his medical team had previous field medic training, Khal'vanas himself reported to the transporter room for the away mission. He had spent four years in the war in situations far more dangerous than exploring a sturdily built research station in a magnetic storm, so he was not particularly nervous or anxious about what was to come. Naturally, he did have a little bit of adrenaline going through his veins, just at the prospect of entering into an unknown situation, though.<br><br>"<strong>I'm here in case medical intervention is needed. Hopefully I'll just be an extra set of hands and eyes, though.</strong>" Khal'vanas reported to the highest-ranking figure present (whether it was the Captain or the XO leading the mission). He carried emergency medical supplies in a medical kit, should their sensors be wrong and they come across injuries on the station. Or should one of the away team have an accident while exploring.<br><br>Once they transported over to the station, the Doctor looked around curiously. "<strong>How eerily quiet ...</strong>" He observed, almost to himself, after what felt like an inexplicably long transport process. But he was not positioned to "lead the way," as it were, so he did no more than that. His role was support, and he simply followed for the time being, keeping his eyes and ears peeled and his med kit at the ready.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 22:54:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>When the away team was called, Alison left her station at the bridge and went to join the Commander McFadden in the turbolift.&nbsp; Outside of the transporter room she kitted up for standard away mission.&nbsp; There had been no hint of hostiles so she forgo getting a phaser rifle for the standard Type-II hand phaser.&nbsp; She still armed herself as it was always best to err on the side of caution.&nbsp; Besides she was confident her security overrides would work on the station if there was the need of something more...substantive.&nbsp; <br><br>Once everyone was gathered she braced herself for transport, gritting her teeth.&nbsp; While transporter technology had come a long way in the last several decades, it was not something Alison was comfortable.&nbsp; Give her a good shuttle any day of the week and twice on Sunday.&nbsp; Still the conditions were such even she admitted trying to pilot a shuttle in the soup was a last resort option.&nbsp; She only hoped the Captain realized it.&nbsp; She had been with him since their last tour together on the <em>Lexington</em> and knew he was more than a fair hand with small craft.&nbsp; There had been more than one mission where they were side by side one another in a shuttle's cockpit.&nbsp; Still the man was the Captain now, not the First Officer and it was not for him to take the risks when there were others.<br><br>After what seemed like an eternity for Alison her eyes began to blink.&nbsp; She knew in her mind virtually no time had elapsed, microseconds at best, but it did not feel like such to her.&nbsp; Alison had expected to meet at least some security personnel as their transport had been unauthorized.&nbsp; Instead it was as Doctor Khal'vanas had said, it was quiet.&nbsp; There was not even an alarm going for the approaching storm, which should not had been.&nbsp; Alison left the transporter pad and searched for the security terminal which should be present in the transporter room to try to pull up the latest information logged into the system.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>02-11-2019, 18:47:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden&nbsp; <br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the higher pitched whine of the transporter fades, Commander McFadden stands in place a few moments giving a silent,two second, mental count after the sounds end, to ensure his pattern has time to fully materialize. Looking around a moment he takes stock of the party. <br><br>"Have all members made it in satisfactory condition? Please check each other's suits once again for signs of breaches or other issues. Doctor, if you and our science personnel could attempt to ascertain if the storm or other natural phenomenon was responsible for our missing station personnel it would be most beneficial. We will need to determine if it would be safe for us to be open to the station atmosphere. We also will need to determine if an attempt to reestablish communication with the ship, is possible as we endure the storm. " <br><br>As he speaks the Commander turns to whomever is next to him, and checks their suit and gear, allowing the same to be done to him before stepping off the transporter pad and towards the control station.&nbsp; "Security, and I have the benefit of the Command Master Chief and her expertise." He gives the slightest inclination of his head, a little nod of acknowledgment towards Alison. "We are in a contentious segment of space on a Starfleet station. Communications are not properly functioning, and both egress, and support are currently unavailable. Until Science or Medical determines that the disappearance of the station personnel is some natural byproduct of the storm, we must consider the possibility of ill intent on the part of another party. <br><br>Chief if you could see to the safety of our party as primary, followed by securing the station. Given location and nature of the environs, it is safe to operate on the belief that non Federation personnel are hostile. I would also like to ensure that our communications equipment works within the bounds of the station. " He says this last as he takes his tricorder and standing a few feet from the party speaks into it.<br><br>"Doctor? Chief? Am I coming through on the equipment? And, do we have any thoughts, or questions? If not, we may proceed ensuring we are in groups of three, no less than two until the station is secured."<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 02:34:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr>"The Chief" as Alison was affectionately called by both the enlisted and officers alike by the crew of the <em>Avenger</em>.&nbsp; Her fingers flew over the console she was at, not wanting to miss anything which might be important.&nbsp; However, she could not make something appear which was not there.&nbsp; She even went back more than a couple of weeks and did not find anything.&nbsp; She gave her had a small shake as she spoke in a voice which was both melodic and resonate at once.&nbsp; <strong>"Either this station has the laxest security in the history of Starfleet, or this is one of the more boring posts in all of the Federation.&nbsp; In either case Commander, there is nothing in the security log going back for weeks.&nbsp; Whatever happened here, they did not have time to make note of it into the security log."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Alison stepped away and at the Commander's orders, split the security into four teams, one team for each department and the final team to be with the First Officer, making sure all of the ship's officers had a protection detail about them as the Commander's words rang true.&nbsp; Something about the situation did not sit right at all with Alison.&nbsp; She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end, and in the past it had never been a good sign.&nbsp; She turned to McFadden once the teams had been assigned.&nbsp; <strong>"Commander, with your permission I want to check out flight operations here and the shuttles there, see if anything we can find there.&nbsp; I'll take Greer with me so I am not alone."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 17:59:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas nodded in response to the commander's orders, and took out his tricorder. He scanned the room and general area they were in to check for three things, right away:<br><br>1) Was there a breathable atmosphere?<br>2) Were there any microbial, viral, toxic, chemical, or radiological (particularly with the storm going on) agents in the air that might explain the lack of crew to greet them?<br>3) Were there any larger lifeforms in their part of the station?<br><br>He'd report his answers once he had them (and assuming that there was no interference with the tricorder), then make his way over to a console to check on internal scans and medical records, if he could access them, to determine whether or not there was anything in the ship's logs that might hint at what had happened to all the people. If there was only the one console, he'd wait for Alison to finish before doing this. If the console in the transport station didn't have access, he'd hold off on it for now, but make a note to check logs in the control or security stations.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 23:26:50</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden&nbsp; <br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br><br>The commander watched as everyone went about their tasks. He had his own tricorder out as he slowly moved around the room taking readings. As this was happening he decided to also make another communication attempt.<br><br><strong><br>Commander to the Avenger. We are not currently receiving transmission. If you are receiving, be aware that&nbsp; the away team has successfully boarded and begun investigation. McFadden out.</strong><br><br>The Chief had been most pleasing in her efficiency during the Avenger's initial weeks underway and he had noted that she had a more than adequate eye where crew improvements during drills was concerned. He had ensured that her service record indicated "above satisfactory" performance which, given the source, most likely took to mean one of a kind. He had no doubts, yet watching her caused him to glance a moment longer to try and see if perhaps her ears did indeed point. Alas it seemed not.&nbsp; As she reported her findings he nodded. <br><br><br><strong><br>Given the initial undisciplined, and overly familiar manner of the station's response to the Captain, I am not surprised. That said, it would be worth noting that the one likely contributes to the other. </strong> It may be that the commander was overly Vulcan, or that he had forgotten that the majority of Starfleet was not in fact militaristic. In either case, he seemed to still be less than amused by the initial hailing.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>Our liaison did seem to disappear as he was in mid discussion with the Captain so I would surmise that the sudden interference with the visual display, and his disappearance would have included others as well.</strong> McFadden nodded again at her request. <br><strong><br>&nbsp;Excellent. I will also begin exploration, perhaps with the galley and common areas. It seems as if this may have occurred without notice, likely in a passive, non combative manner. We cannot yet rule out some strange flux point in station shielding, or an accidental contaminant in food or water supply or some such. If there was some ill intent, then it should be noted that the incident happened as we were on approach. Therefore it is reasonable to surmise that other parties would be also stranded and unable to leave the area. Again, Chief, I strongly urge caution and disciplined awareness. That is all</strong> <br><br>As Alison leaves with her team, McFadden turns to the Doctor. <br><strong><br>&nbsp;If anything comes to light, please inform me, or should I happen to be able to assist in some direct manner Doctor. </strong> Then turning to his detail, <br><strong><br>Phasers on stun and at ready.</strong> His own held chest height and ready to fire as he opens the first portal with a hissing sound of machinery, the XO looks into the turbo lift, and then even up at the ceiling before stepping in with his men.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>04-11-2019, 03:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>As the crews began to spread out, the station was eerie and quiet. The corridors leading out to the station proper did not have a need for security access, so it was entirely possible to enter the main corridor leading to each wing of the station. There wasn't a sound to be heard anywhere, and it seemed like the entire station had been deserted. <br><br>While the Bosun's idea was sound, in theory, in reality she had nowhere to go. The station didn't support a shuttlebay, since they were fairly safe and could call on a local system for pick-up in a couple of hours if need be.<br><br>For Dr. Khal'vanas, his tricorder scans revealed the following: Yes, the atmosphere had the Federation standard O<sub>2</sub> and nitrogen mix called for by regulations. There were no unusual airborn items that could explain the mystery, and there were no lifesigns detected that could indicate there was a soul aboard. In fact, they'd be completely safe moving around, though the bulky suits did make movement difficult.<br><br>Meanwhile, when Commander McFadden got to the Galley, he discovered... nothing. The galley was clean, within reason, and there was nothing to indicate that anything was amiss. Except maybe the coffee cup sitting on the table that was partially full and had cooled down. Otherwise, nothing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2019, 21:34:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Alison frowned as she returned from her brief foray to try to find any form of flight operations or shuttlebay and found nothing.&nbsp; It was a rare thing for a station to be configured such, and in the situations in the Chief's experience was they needed the space for something else.&nbsp; She shook her head in frustration then took out her communicator.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Commander, this the Master Chief.&nbsp; No joy on a shuttle bay or Flight Operations.&nbsp; I would say part of our focus should might be to see if we can rig up some form of communications to the </em>Avenger<em>.&nbsp; Otherwise, I am out of tricks here till there is something for me to shoot at."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>10-11-2019, 22:42:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden&nbsp; <br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>The Commander looks at a mug of coffee and raising it towards his nose inhales slowly, the acrid scent of the cold beverage causing an expression of distaste to show on his features. His team had found neither friend nor foe as they made their way to the galley. The passageways they passed also seemed eerily silent and devoid of threat. He stood to his full height and slowly turned in a circle, his gaze taking the environment in. Upon hearing the chirp of his communicator he opened it and listed to the Chief's slightly musical voice.<br><br><strong> What possible importance could a lack of joy have on investigation of...</strong> He thought under his breath, his voice trailing from quiet mutter into nothing as he pondered the woman's strange observation about emotional content. He then spoke into the device in answer.<br><br><strong> While the probability of establishing communications is non zero, I still find the success rate to not be equal in value to too much time at this juncture. Make the attempt Chief, but do not be overly critical if success eludes you. That said, I am on my way down to the Doctor, in order to investigate the Chief of Security's office and logs. Perhaps while you are working on communication, you could also look into any attempted outgoing transmission or difficulties when the storm came in, and when Avenger was in proximity. I noticed the Security and Engineering Chief had offices in proximity to the Communications facilities. We should attempt to see if the systems can inform us where living beings apparently are unable.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>With that he turns to his team and gives a nod, as they begin to leave the area.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chronoclasm</strong> on <strong>11-11-2019, 17:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Khal'vanas had continued his scans, attempting to make sense of what was happening. In the end, though, everything was showing green and he had <em>no idea</em> why the station was empty. Being altruistic by nature, he decided not to ask someone else to test out the atmosphere for him; instead, he removed his own EVA helmet and took a cautious breath of the air.<br><br>Assuming that his scans had been true, and that the atmosphere was breathable and free of corruption, he'd then set the helmet down and make way to a ship's console to begin looking at medical logs and security logs (if available), to try and determine if they had anything to say about what happened. It's here that Commander McFadden would find his doctor when he came seeking him out, after coming up empty-handed in the galley.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 03:02:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The station remained very, very quiet, but it was in those moments of quiet that Dr. Khal'vanas would hear it. The sound of running water. When he goes to investigate, he'll find himself in the small restroom attached to the Assistant Station Manager's Office, with the water flowing. There's no evidence anyone has been in here recently, but the water remains running. While he's in the Assistant Manager's Office, he would notice the small security cameras on the ceiling in the corners. These were common on both stations and starships and were set to automatically record, but they were only accessible from the security office.<br><br>On his way to meet with Dr. Khal'vanas, Commander McFadden would hear the sound of metal clattering on the steel deck coming from one of the rooms further down the corridor. It was labeled the arboretum, and was marked as a public room for any and all to use.<br><br>Chief Coles was as always free to do as she wished to further the investigation. <br><br>GM Note: From the transporter room, there are a few rooms available to investigate: The Chief of Security's Office, Chief Engineer's Office, Communications Room, Assistant Station Manager's Office, and Station Manager's Office. Only the individual offices are locked, but can be pried open with brute force if given enough time, but any engineers would know how to access the manual door openers if they wish.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 04:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr>Alison knew her engineering skills were not her strong suit.&nbsp; Like near all in Starfleet, theirs was a heavy technological career field.&nbsp; She knew how to pilot a shuttle with some of the best in the fleet, and she could get the crew in her division or ship perform like none other, but the theory behind many things from medical, to science, and to engineering beyond basic troubleshooting and operation were not her strong suits.&nbsp; So anything dealing with communications was going to be a bust for her and need one of the engineering ratings to look at.&nbsp; Since the Chief Engineer was with them, it was not Alision's call to order any of the techs.&nbsp; She made her suggestion and recommendation, and since she did not feel like doing nothing, she walked back towards the transporter room and looked for security.<br><br>Like near all of the officers on the station, the office was small, with the station's stockade taking up near all of the room.&nbsp; The armory might be a good thing to look into, but without any codes, it was again going to take a tech to open it, or Alison an eternity.&nbsp; Instead she want to the security chief's office and started to go through the computer.&nbsp; However while the small terminal at the transporter pad had accepted her credentials, the terminal in security was proving more vexing.&nbsp; Alison grunted and continued to hammer at it, trying every security key she knew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 04:32:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The computer in the Security Office was stubborn, since it was designed to be. Starfleet didn't want just anyone accessing critical information, and of course the terminal was designed to prevent the very thing that Coles was attempting to do, so it flat out refused to give out most of the information requested. It would, however, prevent items that were more common knowledge and available with lower security codes, and it was that which Coles was able to access. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>From the menu, the screen began to prompt:<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Select from the following menu of items:<br>* Station Deck Plans [Partial]<br>* Station Personnel Records [Partial]<br>* Station Systems Monitor [Partial]<br>* Communications Records [Partial]<br>* Security Monitor [Partial]<br>* Lab Arm Deck Plans [Restricted, requires Station Manager's Authorization]<br>* Private Communications [Restricted, requires Station Manager's Authorization]</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 04:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr>After several minutes Alison was able to get into the lower tier security options.&nbsp; <strong>"Finally!&nbsp; It's not ideal but might be able to shed some more light on what the fuck is going on here."</strong>&nbsp; It was not professional, but while Alison might look like some holo-vid actress, she did, to quote an old Earth euphemism, "swear like a sailor", though she did only do so when not in the presence of the Officers of the ship.&nbsp; She gave a small shake of her head, and pulled up as much footage from the security monitors as the system would let her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 17:08:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.stack.imgur.com/mVOSg.gif)</div>The security cameras were located in strategic areas of the ship along with personal offices, but none were in the research arms themselves, since they handled delicate materials and no one wanted Starfleet to be accused of stealing secrets from large corporations just to turn a profit or cash in on valuable research secrets.<br><br>Security scans revealed nothing beyond the away team, informing Coles helpfully that the station was free of all known potential alien intruders which meant it was quite interesting when the cameras revealed a different situation. In the arboretum where Dr. Khal'vanas was about to enter were two creatures that could best be described as blobs. They were a soft almost bubblegum pink and seemed to slide along the floor similar to a slug, though unlike a slug they had a single rather blank 'face' that they seemed to look with. There was no audio available but they kept glancing at each other as they roamed through the flowers and trees, small and spindly arms reaching out to pick something and then bring it to their face, before simply pulling the arm and whatever it held back into itself.<br><br>Before Coles could even begin to grab her communicator to warn the doctor, the door slid open, causing the two creatures to turn and take notice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>26-11-2019, 23:31:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden&nbsp; <br><br>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br><br>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br>Notes: N/A<br><hr><br>As he closed on the Doctor's location, McFadden stopped abruptly, as the metallic sound of, perhaps something being dropped on the deck, reached his ears. He looked to his security team, who seemed to already know to spread and increase the interval between them as all of them unholstered phasers and began to move towards the arboretum. Walking up to the hatch, the XO stepped to the side, for a bit of protection should something untoward happen. Then removing his tricorder he scanned again. <br><br><strong> Greetings. I am Commander McFadden of the Federation Starship Avenger. Would you please identify yourself? </strong> he called in that sometimes slightly strange measured tempo of Vulcan speech.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Avenger (System RPG) Chapter I</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 02:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 &gt; Transporter Station<br><br><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br><strong>Disciplines:</strong> Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br><br><strong>Talents:</strong> Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br><br><hr><br>Finally, Alison thought, they were getting somewhere as she managed to trick it into accessing some of the lower tier security commands.&nbsp; She started to review the security footage when the arboretum revealed some form of alien life none of their equipment detected before.&nbsp; She swore and reached for her communicator but they were already in reach of the Commander.&nbsp; Again she swore and started to move at a quick clip, activating her communicator as she did.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Security Detail to the arboretum now.&nbsp; Do not draw weapons till ordered, but back up the Commander!"</strong></em>&nbsp; She then obeyed her own words and started to run as fast as she could to get to Commander McFadden.
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