Cptn Corizon

The fires of great open bowls of liquid lit the grand hall. Towering columns shaped like giant Scorpions held the roof of the room. Buried deep in the heart of the Scorpiad Empire, the Grand Emri Place of Arcanis stood as testament to the power and the strength of the Scorpiad Empire. The grand hall, where the Emperor held court stirred with a palatable buzz. Sitting upon a great throne of silver and grey stones, that, to a human, would have appeared be backwards, a great black figure arose. His shiny blue-black exterior glistened in the humid air. The Emperor saw all. Approaching him, a majestic yellow-brown Scorpiad, standing at least 6 feet clicked This claws, his tail was very thick, and the long stinger at the end waved eerily as he walked. He was flanked on either side by two slender, pale humanoids with red eyes, trailing him an elder male, pale but less so than the red-eyed ones, his eyes glowed softly in light blue. “General K’Tda,” the Emperor said in harsh raspy tones. “Your Excellency,” the yellowish Scorpiad said as the approached the great chair, which stood upon a great podium at the end of the hall. “We have news…” “I expect nothing else,” the Emperor said, dismissively. “The initial onslaught against the Changelings has been successful,” K’Tda said, as they stopped at the stairs that lead to the chair. “Have they surrendered so quickly?” “No,” K’Tda said apprehensively. “We are regrouping our forces at Al-Ucard and Surma to prepare for a second wave of attacks.” The Emperor seemed to hiss at the news. “Then why have you come here?” “Something most unexpected has arisen.” “Continue,” the hissing stopped. Relief washed over the entire party, the Emperor did not tolerate failure lightly. “The Changelings have new ally…” “A new ally?” “Yes…a race of humanoids from a planet called…Earth.” “Earth,” the Emperor repeated. “Interesting, do they pose a threat to us?” K’Tda motioned to the pale figure nearest to him. She nodded and approached the stairs, bowing deeply, and falling to her knees. “Your supreme grace,” her reptilian voice conveyed the fear she felt. “One our scouts managed to attain a prisoner of these…Earthers. And interrogated him.” The Emperor’s mandibles twitched slightly. “And?” “We were able to gather some information about them,” she said, not looking into his multiple eyes. “They are not of this Quadrant.” “From another Quadrant,” he seemed surprised. “hen how?” The man with glowing eyes stepped foreward. “Noble leader,” he said as he fell to his knees as well. “I am Lord Marrius of the Al-Ucard, we serve our makers, for the have made us.” The Emperor motioned for him to continue. “Several months ago we encountered these, Earthers. They are from a…Federation of sorts, an alliance of many worlds in what they called…the Alpha Quadrant.” “Most Interesting.” “They were quite willing to share information with us,” he said. “Apparently there is some sort of wormhole in Dominion space that allows them to travel between quadrants.” “A stable wormhole,” the Emperor was obviously more than interested now. “I want this wormhole found, General K’Tda.” “And when we find it,” the General said. “What then?” From the shadows, a short, white and golden Scorpiad appeared. “The Mari have plans for it,” the Emperor said, motioning towards the one who had just appeared. “All you need to do…is find it.” “As you wish my lord…”

The Following is a list of Federation Ships comprising the Alpha Fleet that protects Camelot. Alpha Fleet •Flagship- USS Yorktown – Sovereign TF Roster: Name, Class USS Satsu**, Akira USS Echelon, Nebula USS Crockett, Steamrunner USS Saladin, Excelsior USS Giza, Excelsior USS Kyoto**, Niagara USS Black Elk**, Cheyenne USS Isonzo**, New Orleans USS Monmouth**, New Orleans USS Balerland, Miranda USS Wagner**, Miranda USS Carpathia**, Miranda USS Morningstar, Intrepid-Morningstar*

Total Fleet Numbers for the 1st Gammma Fleet: 4 Sovereign 4 Galaxy 4 Ambassador 8 Nebula 14 Excelsior 6 Akira 7 New Orleans 1 Prometheus 1 Insignia 3 Centaur 1 Defender 5 Defiant 4 Saber 3 Intrepid 1 Constellation 2 Norway 6 Steamrunner 2 Cheyenne 2 Olympic 1 Springfield 1 Andorian Carrier 22 Miranda Fleet Strength Indices: 102 Vessels, Strength Rating 86047

The following is the final group of ships sent from Starfleet Command to reinforce Camelot Station. Togather with the Dragon Fleet and the Alpha Fleet, the Britannia Fleet make up the 1st Gamma Fleet, under the direct command of Vice-Admiral Wayne Day. •Flagship- USS Lexington – Sovereign TF Roster: Name, Class USS Adelphi**, Ambassador USS Exeter, Ambassador USS Venture, Galaxy USS Magellan, Galaxy USS Crazy Horse, Excelsior USS Tecumseh**, Excelsior USS Repulse**, Excelsior USS Al-Batani**, Excelsior USS Brittan**, Excelsior USS Hector, Defender USS Phoenix, Soverign USS Fargo, Nebula USS Sutherland, Nebula USS Merrimac, Nebula USS Wake Island**, Centaur USS Cook, Centaur USS Atlas, Prometheus USS Cold Harbor**, Cheyenne USS Renegade**, New Orleans USS Tibet**, New Orleans USS Peru, New Orleans USS Lincoln, Springfield USS Nightingale, Olympic USS Nobel, Olympic USS West Virginia, Miranda USS Florida**, Miranda USS Havana, Miranda USS Manhattan**, Miranda USS Santa Clara**, Miranda USS Madison**, Miranda USS Warren**, Miranda USS Thatcher**, Miranda USS Paris**, Miranda USS Munich, Miranda USS Pacifica**, Miranda

Mission Briefing (SD 0603.24) USS Excalibur The Excalibur has returned to Starbase Camelot following its encounter with the Alien Vessel and the attempted boarding. During the boarding, Lt. Commanders Kennin and Crispin were injured when they were attacked by the Scorpions. Kennin went MIA when the Scorpions retreated and the attackers phased out of Enginering, with Kennin still impaled. Crispin is in medical, where his condition is fluxuating. He's been taken to Starbase Camelot's Medical facility where a toxicologist, Dr. Ian Johnson will aide the Excalibur medical staff in trying to find an Anti-Venom. Meanwhile, repairs continue to the Excalibur. Excalibur crew has been given a temporary shoreleave, while they await new orders.

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has been attacked, three...things have "phased" into engineering. The Battle continues. 031906.txt

Corizon finally escaped from the horrors around him. Everywhere it seemed the universe was falling apart. And though it was calm for the moment, he felt a coming storm. The doors to the holodeck slid open. Dressed in traditional Dameon attire—a finely woven red jacket that most closely resembled a haori, with a simple white kimono beneath, and red Karusan-bakama over the kimono but beneath the haori jacket. On his face four, two on either side, dark red claw-like marks stretched from the crest of his gentle cheekbones to his silver hairline. The holodeck program came to life, and he was surrounded by images. He was on a hill top, with simple bamboo buildings scattered in no particular pattern. Further up the narrow path, a stone shrine sat motionless. “Begin program.” At his command, the village became filled with Dameon villagers going about their daily life. Corizon exhaled. Life as it was intended. Before the troubles of intergalactic domination came to his people. Walking on bare feet he headed towards the shrine, nodding at a few of the villagers as he went. He’d grown up in a different world. The simple lives of the Dameon people had changed drastically over the last thousand years. In his time, his people struggled with being a third rate power. Once feared throughout the Quadrant, they were no longer the proud race whose very growl sent enemies scurrying. But those were the least of his worries, and he hadn’t come here to be nostalgic. He took a few more steps, then he heard the noises. “Why have you come here,” a booming voice called to him. “I have come here to free the people from you,” Corizon replied not yet turning to see who was speaking to him. A deep guttural laugh responded. “Foolish boy,” the voice said. “You can not defeat me.” Corizon finally turned, his clawed fingers resting on the hilt of his sword. Standing a few feet infront of him were seven men, six standing, and one on a four legged beast that most closely resembled what human fantasy writers called a dragon. “I would kill you myself,” the mounted man said laughing, “But you are not worthy of my dismounting.” “You will fall,” Corizon said growling. “We shall see,” the man said, looking towards the armed Dameon’s next to him, all dressed in black. “Kill him.” Corizon smiled widely, showing his fangs. The six men rushed towards him. Drawing his sword, called an Ak-Ji’Lha by the Dameon, the short silver sword resembled an Autumn-Dao, the biggest difference being the barbed claw like hooks running up the blades. Though his people’s time of conquest had past, their warrior spirit remained. As a young boy, Corizon had learned many forms of traditional martial arts, as well as armed combat. As a young man, he’d become a master of the five excellences: calligraphy, poetry, painting, traditional medicine, and martial arts; particularly the latter. At the Dameon Academy he’d studied under the master Ku-Lah, learning his skills with the Ak-Ji’Lha among other bladed weapons. On Earth, he spent many years studying the human martial arts as well, incorporating them into his own style. The six goons rushed at Corizon, drawing their own weapons. Wheeling his own weapon between hands, Corizon sidestepped the first attacker, but quickly turned and caught hm unexpectedly with the edge of his sword. The others quickly drew back and formed a semi-circle around Corizon. One by one they fell in impressive fashion, had any of his crew been watching, the deadly proficiency Corizon showed would have likely scared them witless. Stained with the holographic blood of his opponents, Corizon turned to face the man mounted upon the beast. “Is that the best you can do, mighty warlord.” Sneering, fangs bared, the man dismounted, a long sword hanging from his own attire. “You are more formidable than I gave you credit for, boy. But you have much to learn; to bad it will cost you your life to learn this lesson.” Corizon only smiled, his ears twitching. The man drew his sword and placed both his hands on the hilt. The two circled one another for a few moments, each making the occasional strife at the other, neither wishing to commit fully to the battle. Finally Corizon countered a strike from his opponent meeting the long sword with his own, with his empty hand, he struck him with his palm, forcing the warlord to let out a grunt and withdrawal. “Impressive,” he said whipping a small trickle of blood from his nose. “You are a talented swordsman, but how are your hand to hand skills.” Smiling widely, Corizon wheeled his blade. The warlord placed his own sword on the ground at his feet carefully and assumed a position with his clawed fingers curled slightly inward. Nodding, Corizon placed his sword at his feet and formed into his own position. Drawing on the human, Tiger Claw, his own style had become known as the Vengeful Wolf Claw or Dameo AkHuggk Sku-ji in his native tongue. Dameons had a distinct advantage in hand to hand combat over most other species, and Corizon used it as fully to his own advantage as he possibly could. Moving quickly upon the balls of his clawed feet, Corizon struck first slashing at the warlords face with his claws. The Warlord countered with a blocking move, and struck a blow to Corizon’s chest knocking him back slightly. “You will have to do better than that,” the warlord said grinning. Unphased, Corizon charged at his opponent once more delivering a blow the chest with one hand and striking at his face with the other. The Warlord reeled and responded with an empty strike. Shifting his stance Corizon moved onto one leg and delivered a spinning hook kick, catching the warlord with the trailing claw on his back leg, opening a gash on his face. Back peddling, the Warlord ignored the blood on his face and recomposed himself. “Perhaps I did not give you enough credit, young warrior.” Halting his advance, Corizon paused and reformed into his attacking position with claws and fingers outstretched. “Indeed Warlord.” “Commander Corizon please report to CNC.” a voice called into the holodeck. Trying not to growl, “Pause Program.”

Corizon fell back into the Command Chair of the Excalibur. They had faced the enemy. And they’d won – sort of. As the Excalibur headed home to Camelot, he couldn’t help but feel a since of relief. At least now, he knew what enemy they faced. But the victory had come at a price. Commander Kennin had been lost – yes lost. There was no body. Thank the gods. He’d seen to many bodies lately. Sometimes, he thought, closure wasn’t always a good thing. So until Kennin’s body floated into view, he was officially missing in action. And then there was Crispin. Skewered by one of the enemies and injected with who knows what kind of toxins, he’d need the full services of a star base to care for him. In the mean time, Lt. Tandaris Admiran would get an important lesson in command. “Always look for the silver lining,” Corizon mumbled to himself. With the Admiral in recovery, Corizon remained on the bridge until they’d finally docked at Camelot. At which time, Colonel Kimura and his marines began scouring the Excalibur for any traces of the intruders. Corizon had better things to do. He was almost sure that those Scorpions, were indeed the same people who’d attacked the planet…and likely the ones causing all the problems in the quadrant. Well most of them anyway, the Vorta did tend to make problems more complicated. Sorehl was, to say the least, interested in the happenings of the Excalibur and Corizon recounted them to him readily. Unfourtunatly, the Dominion had yet to restore their communications grid completely, and were for the part ignoring Camelot. The “silver lining” was that the attacks had stopped. Interestingly, they’d stopped just a few moments after the attacking ship retreated from the battle field. The pause was both relieving and daunting at the same moment. A nagging voice inside him whispered about the calm before the storm. But at the moment, there was nothing he could do but wait. Wait and see.

Mission Brief: The USS Excalibur approaches Alpha Sigma VI 031206.txt

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As the Hundred Fleet approaches Camelot, a most curious reunion occurs in the Alpha Quadrant The eight heavily armed Starfleet Security officers led Weyoun 9 through gates of the maximum security center of the New Zealand Penal facility. The wall surrounding the facility seemed rather arcane to Weyoun, considering highly advanced technological methods that had gone into constructing the prison for his god. The guards watched him suspiciously, ready for him to try and loose his deity from her prison. Weyoun marched onward, unphased. Despite their thoughts, he would not attempt to free her. He felt sure that had she wished, she would have already done so. At last they lead him to small set of stairs that led down a narrow hallway to the Founder cell. She remained almost unguarded save for the force field. The leading officer in the detachment that surrounded Weyoun tapped a button on a small device he kept around his neck and the force field lowered. “When you’re ready,” he noted to Weyoun. “Give a yell.” Weyoun perked his brows curiously. After all this time, Humans remained one of the most perplexing mysteries in the Galaxy. “Thank you.” Cautiously, Weyoun entered the room. For sometime now he’d been preparing himself to meet once more with his gods. And not just any Founder, but one he’d grown very close to in his previous lifetimes. And one he’d failed beyond forgiveness. As he entered, he approached the solitary object in the room – a lone rock. The object shifted and transformed into the unique gelatinous figure of a Changeling before finally taking the shape of the Female Founder. “Founder,” he said going to his knees with a deep bow. “Arise Weyoun,” she said, as she’d done many times before. “Forgive me Founder,” he said standing once more, but keeping his eyes directed below the Founder's. “I am afraid I bring the most horrible of news to you.” “Your salvation,” she said almost kindly, “Is your own unwavering dedication to the Founders.” Weyoun nodded, pleased that the Founder didn’t order him to kill himself on the spot. He blamed himself for the defeat of the Dominion by the Alpha Quadrant, and he felt a deep urge to redeem himself in the eyes of his gods. “What news of the Dominion is so pressing that you have traveled so far,” she said, “No doubt to the objection of the Alpha Quadrant powers?” “I bring most terrible news,” he stated once more, then continued. “The Hundred are threatening the stability of your creation.” Her features remained unshaken. “What does Odo have to say of this?” “Nothing,” Weyoun said darkly. “The Vorta have been without the Guidance of the Founders since Odo took them into ‘glorious seclusion.’” The Female Shapeshifter recoiled. “Then you have come to me for guidance?” “Yes.” She nodded. The programming engrained deeply in the genetic code of the Vorta remained strong. Just as the Jam’Hadar were dependent upon the White for their existence, the Vorta depended on the guidance of their Gods. Without it, they were lost and hopeless. “Tell me everything…”

Part IV “Until,” the female Founder said crossing the room to the small bench in the corner and sitting. “They met a foe more powerful than they had ever encountered before.” “The Dominion,” Weyoun said almost eagerly. “No,” the Founder chided him as she motioned for him to sit. “No, they encountered a race in the Delta Quadrant where much of the Empire lay. They were known only to us a race of cyborg. But I know now they were the earliest beginnings of the Borg Collective.” Weyoun drew back. “The Borg?” “Yes,” she said. “From the stories we were told, the Borg lead an offensive against them in the Delta Quadrant. Though they were technologically superior to the Borg, repelling it cost them greatly.” With a look of intrigue and horror Weyoun nodded for her to continue the story. He dared not ask, but he couldn’t help wonder what this had to do with the founding of the Dominion. “Shortly after they had repelled the Borg, they encountered us.” Ahhh. Weyoun could not hide his expression. “We welcomed them with open arms, but they feared us. It was not long before an attack fleet was sent to wipe out our homeworld. It had been done to likely hundreds of world before ours. But what they did not count on was the resilience of the Founders.” “The Founders are wise in all things,” Weyoun repeated the phrase he’d spoken in prayers thousands of times. “Many of us escaped the purge,” she said, a certain deep hurt in her voice. “But we were hunted.” “By whom?” “They had many servants of Evil,” she said disdainfully. “But none so feared as their great hunters. Prowlers of the Night. For several years, they hunted us like common game. While the main force of their empire was directed towards more…pressing matters. “But in their complacency, we grew strong once more. Many of us escaped to a secret refuge and there we reformed the Great Link. It was then that we decided that the only way we could secure our safety was to instill harmony and order in the chaos around us, the chaos created by solids.” “And so you founded Dominion,” Weyoun asked rhetorically. “Indeed. We created the Jem’Hadar and the first Vorta to carry out our errand, to instill the peace that we so desired.” Weyoun looked perplexed. “Forgive me Founder, but how does this differ from the story that has been engrained in my memories?” She looked him over for a few moments. The story had not been told in generations. “That was over 11,000 years ago Weyoun.” “Eleven…” he paused, wrapping his brain around that figure. “Still I do not see what has brought you so much concern, Founder.” “The story is not over Weyoun,” she said, chiding him once more. “In a period of a few years, the strength of the Jem’Hadar easily brought the order we sought in the immediate area. But the lasting peace we desired could only be accomplished if the greatest threat to that peace were removed.” “Forgive me Founder,” he said patiently. “But I must ask, does this threat have a name.” She sighed once more. Solids, she thought to herself. “They are known by many names. The Dark Phage, the Claw, the Darkness. But to us, they were known as the Scorpiads.” “The Scopriads,” he mouthed. “The Scorpiad Empire is old,” she said returning to her story. “At least 600,000 years older than the Dominion. They were old, when we were new.” Weyoun’s amethyst eyes grew wide. “After we had pacified the area around us, we sought out the Scorpiads. Their empire was vast, and the furthest reaches were poorly fortified. The battle hardened Jem’Hadar were able to easily overrun their outer colonies. “But the further we pressed, the more dug in they were. Though their technology was far superior to ours, the sheer numbers of the Jem’Hadar clones allowed us to gain many strategic victories in the early stages of the campaign.” “The wisdom of the Founders no doubt helped.” She continued, ignoring the remark for the moment. She wasn’t all that sure that wisdom had prevailed, or if it had been luck. “However, as we pressed further into the outer core of the Empire, our supply lines were stretched thin, our upper hand failed us. And in the process thousands of worlds were layed to ruin. As the Scorpiads retreated, they left nothing behind, bombing entire worlds into the stone ages to spite us.” It was a clever strategy, Weyoun had to admit. “Soon we were no longer able to press foreward any more. If we did, we risked losing everything we had gained.” She paused, recalling the exact chain of events. “Once we realized this, we sent the Vorta to negotiate a peace treaty…an armistice. "After several months of negotiations, we agreed to a cessation of hostilities. A barrier was setup between our two rival powers, and we agreed that neither of us would colonize the worlds that between us, worlds souring in the wake of destruction.” “Then it was a great victory for the Dominion,” Weyoun said, assimilating the information. “A momentary one,” she acknowledged. “For sometime we feared that the Scorpiads would break treaty and attack us once more. We remained vigilant for many years. But... “But after a thousand years or so., we grew complacent. Things that should have been remembered were forgotten. We turned our attention elsewhere.” Weyoun nodded, though something still…perplexed him. “Why weren’t we given these memories, Founder?” She glanced over at him. Such a question startled her; the Vorta rarely asked such prying questions of their gods. “You ask many questions Weyoun,” she said. “We found that at some point, we were unable to physically store any more memories inside of the successive Vorta clones minds.” He nodded. “Forgive me for my…curiosity.” She waved her had dismissively. “Every two-thousand years or so, we found that we had come to that point in your genetic manipulation. So every two-thousand years, we retired the Vorta clones and introduced a new generation of clones. With only the most basic of information instilled in each successive generation. However, one of the Vorta from each generation was always kept ready for activation should knowledge of an event during that era be required.” The wisdom of the Founders never ceased to amaze Weyoun. “Truly you are wise,” he said with a smile. “Then perhaps the clone that carries the memories of the Scorpiads is still available?” She nodded. “The clone is located in a secret base known only to the Founders themselves. If the Scorpiads have returned, you must seek the base out Weyoun and activate the clone before it is too late. She is our only chance of survival.” “I will do as the Founders command, for they are wise in all things.”

The Following is the Roster for the Dragon Fleet, recently assigned to the Gamma Quadrant and Starbase Camelot. •Flagship- USS Excalibur-B, Sovereign TF Roster: Name, Class USS Boise**, Saber USS Bighorn**, Saber USS Aida, Saber USS Belfast**, Saber USS Alleghany**. Steamrunner USS Catamount**, Steamrunner USS Vermont, Steamrunner USS Ottawa, Steamrunner USS Moscow, Steamrunner USS Ushaan-Tor**, Centaur USS Dunkirk**, Centaur USS Apocalypse, Insignia USS Firmament**, Niagara USS Yamato, Akira USS Ikashi, Akira USS Nagara, Akira USS Okinawa, Akira USS Musashi**, Akira USS Alabama**, Nebula USS Sri Lanka, Nebula USS T’Kumbra, Nebula USS Sussex, Nebula USS Fearless**, Excelsior USS Gage, Excelsior USS Midway, Excelsior USS Cornwallis**, Excelsior USS Thomas Jefferson**, Excelsior USS Shinano, Excelsior USS Hardgrave**, Excelsior USS Brutus**, Miranda USS Independence**, Miranda USS Milan**, Miranda USS Buenos Ares**, Miranda USS Bova**, Miranda USS Peron**, Miranda USS Portland**, Miranda USS Aegean**, Miranda USS Mississippi, New Orleans USS Prussia, New Orleans USS Stonewall, Galaxy USS Victory, Galaxy USS Eleanor Roosevet, Ambassador USS Zhukov, Ambassador USS Manchuria, Intrepid USS Jackson**, Intrepid USS Reliant, Defiant USS Vigilant, Defiant USS Cortez**, Defiant USS Enforcer, Defiant USS Ardent, Defiant USS Polar**, Constellation USS Ollie, Norway USS Betelgeuse**, Norway Thala’and**, Andorian-class Carrier ** - Denotes Destroyed Starship

::sniffs:: Scotty doesn't know

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon USS Excalibur, Executive Officer Re: Laarell Teykier -------------------------------------------------------------- This communiqué is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0603.07, Lt. Laarell Teykierhas been promoted to fill the position of Chief Operations Officer vacated by Lt.B’Nai Summers. This decision comes after extended review of her service and dedication to the U.S.S. Excalibur and Morningstar. It is a pleasure to have such a capable officer aboard and I sincerely hope we will profit from her assistance in the future. This however does leave us with an opening in the Science Dept, hopefully we will be able to fill it soon.

Mission Brief: The Excalibur is completing final preperations for her secretive mission to investigate the attacks on Dominion worlds. 030506.txt

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PLANETARY FILE—Alpha Sigma VI Dr. Tabor Joh Starfleet Anthropological Dept. Stardate 0403. 14 >Begin Report< Native Race: Dactri Affiliation: Dominion Class: M Race Classification: Humanoid SD of Last Survey: 10456.21 Summary: The Dactri joined the Dominion some five hundred years ago and have been in good standing with the Jem’Hadar and the Vorta ever since. Additional Notes: Alpha Sigma VI is the home of several important Dominion facilities, including three dilithium mines, ship yards, and several weapons manufacturing facilities located on the third and fifth moons. Additionally, a large Dominion research hospital is located near the center of the largest city, Omirca, as well as several important research facilities. Alpha Sigma VI is located on the backbone of the Dominion CommNet, and possesses a regional communications relay hub. >End Report<

Corizon placed his hands on the arms of the Command Chair and leaned back into the soft maroon leather. The stars streamed by as the Excalibur hurdled towards Sigma Alpha VI. The low lit bridge hummed with inconsequential activity. Shrouded beneath the mantle of the Romulan Cloak, the newly refitted Excalibur once again went into the breach. Corizon couldn’t help but be nervous on this mission, but he tried his best to hide it beneath his steely façade. They were heading into a hornets nest blindly, and the One could only know what lay before them. Corizon sighed. The Admiral hadn’t been much help in assuring the crew everything would be all right – he’d spent the entire trip locked in his Ready Room trying to write notes to the families of the dead. Corizon, however, had to tend to the living. It felt good to be back on a starship. His few weeks as Commander of Camelot would have given him grey hairs – if he didn’t already have them. Being back on the Excalibur had been an unexpected boost for moral. After all his years of service, both on Earth and sporadically in the ‘Fleet he’d yet to fully grasp the human predilection to their vessels; at times it was down right…disquieting. Though, at the moment, Corizon was rather happy about the passion. Begin Recording, Executive Officer’s Log, SD 0603.06 Supplemental. We’re en route to Sigma Alpha VI, the closest of the Dominion Planets to be attacked. The crew seems to be adjusting well to the new vessel, though I do not believe they have completely recovered from the Battle. Sleep has been a luxury that has not been afforded to most of the over the last few days, including myself, but such is the job of a busy Starfleet officer in the midst of a galactic crisis that threatens the balance of power in the Gamma Quadrant. I have to admit, after reviewing the summarized transmission from the Vorta Attaché, Weyoun, I am even more troubled by these attacks. Medical has been ordered to setup triage and refugee centers in the cargo bays, should we find any survivors at Alpha Sigma VI. Though the prospects of that do not look good. Our last contact with Alpha Sigma VI was just over 20 hours ago, and they have not responded to any attempt to communicate, though the Dominion CommNet still appears to be only partially working. Current ETA is just over 12 hours to Sigma Alpha, with any luck the lingering questions in my mind will soon be answered. End Recording.

TOS: There are some cheesy episodes, but that's what I like TNG: First Season had some horrible ones; "Shades of Gray" DS9: The First Three seasons, anything with the Bajorans whining a lot VOY: 4-5 w/ Harper ENT: Yeah...I am an unabashed Enterprise hater.

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The doors slid shut with a slight swish. The low light of the lifeless room caused his pale yellow eyes to widen as they adjusted to the light. Countless tubular, black caskets stood on pedestals; each of them carrying someone to the next world, in memory or in body. He swallowed hard. The best commanders feel a necessary duty – to face the people that trusted their orders and made that sacrifice for the mission. Face the people. There was no face. They were dead. KIA. MIA. MIA, PD. He’d read the suffixes attached to names a hundred times before. And every time – every time it just seemed, hollow. An entire life had been erased. Ended. And they could say, all they could do to sum that person up was put a little notation after their name. The room was empty. He stopped at casket. The light blue flag of the Federation draped gently over it. He read the name on the placard: Ensign Gio Micholettie, USS Morningstar – KIA. He paused. Gio’s mother, Franchesica was getting the flag. His father had been killed in the Dominion War at the Battle of Chin’toka. His older brother had died at the Battle of Wolf 359. It would be Franchesica’s third flag. And Corizon wished with all his heart that he didn’t have to be the one to send it to her. Dear Mrs. Micholettie, It is my somber duty to inform you that your son, Ensign Gio Micholettie has been Killed In Action in the Gamma Quadrant while defending the Federation and her allies… He moved on. Lieutenant Commander Grace Manyon. Mother of three, grandmother of two. Widow of the Cardassian War. USS Giza – Missing In Action, presumed dead. The list went on. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters. The web widened. They would go home. They would go home across the light years. Corizon paid his respects with a few whispered words of Dameon prayer for their safe journey home. And then he left. There came a point, when the needs of the living out weighed the need of respect for the dead. Sure he would have liked to have stayed there all day. And he would have liked to write the families of everyone of them letters. He would like to have been there when each of them were sent on their journey. But he knew all to well that if he didn’t take care of the now, he’d have even more dead, another room of caskets.

Hey there, If non-Excalibians want to particpate, I don't have a problem with it, so long as the logs are approved by Images, and sent to Wayne and myself before they're posted. (Since they're biographical by nature, I'd like to read them over and approve them as well.) Also, I'll see what I can do about getting a sub-Forum section on the Excalibur boards for this. ~W

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Mission Brief: The Excalibur-B has saved the day, for the moment. Mornignstar persons are begining to trasnfer their crap to Excal, while Corizon has called a meeting of the "important" people of the Alliance about reports of attacks across the Quadrant. 022606.txt